"It's a simple test of clitoral sensivity," the doctor stepped foward, the heels of his shoes clicking on the white linoleum flooring. He was well-dressed as he always was, tall, but not looking. His dark hair was combed and styled to stay away from inquisitive eyes, "One of many things we'll examine, now that you're fully grown." His eyes cast a reflection of his gown-clad patient, who's legs dangled nervously off of the side of the cold, metal table.
"Lie back," Dr. Blair instructed the other, who complied with some guidance from the doctor's hand. The patient shifted, legs pressed together, moving a bit as the light above became oppressive. "Now, the way that I assess sensivity is by asking you a series of questions as the examination goes on." Dr. Blair reached for a paid of gloves, snapping them on. "You will answer me on a scale when I ask you how you're feeling. Zero will be no sensation at all, and ten will be highly sensitive, or painful."
The patient flinched at the snap, not wanting this to go on for any extended period of time, but with little choice in the matter. Anyone could see the restraints that dangled off of the table. The stirrups the patient's legs would soon be put in. Dr. Blair reached a hand toward the medical gown, folding it up and out of the way. "Comfortable?" He asks, getting a hesitant nod in response.
"Now, you're going to feel a little pressure, I want you to rate this on that scale we talked about." Dr. Blair reached down, pressing one finger just above the sensitive nub, not applying pressure. The patient replied, "Three, doctor."
"And this?" Dr. Blair's gloved finger pressed a little harder, now. This was only a trial of what would come. A comfortable beginning spinning towards a medical nightmare. He looked up to watch his patient's face, to note every reaction, every expression of discomfort and pleasure. It was, after all, the doctor's intent to map his patient's erogenous zones.
"F-- five, doctor." The patient stutters with a reply this time, and the white coated man casts an inquisitive look. "Five?" Dr. Blair questions, "You sound rather worked up already. Would you like to re-evaluate that statement?" He didn't let the finger up on the other, who nodded in a strained sort of desperation. "N-no, doctor."
Dr. Blair removed his hand, and then peeled off his gloves, disposing of them and taking a moment to write his responses down. Returning to the table, he rested one hand on the patient's ankle, "Legs in the stirrups. I need full visibility." The patient didn't move, but the doctor lifted each ankle into the stirrups. He reached up, focusing the light on an already-wet vagina. "Producing a good deal of vaginal fluid already, I see. I'll be applying restraints to you, in that case. I don't want you struggling to stay still during a state of heightened arousal."
Dr. Blair does as he said he would. He took each of the patient's arms, and legs to be strapped down with thick leather cuffs and bands. A strap was brought across the patient's chest, and a final two went across each thigh. With his patient now flat on the table, the doctor re-gloved, and approached the other with a confident air. "Just relax," he takes his postion between the patient's legs, uncapping a bottle of lubricant and spreading a clear glob of it across every fold, "this will be over before you know it."
He parts the other's labia majora, sliding a lubed finger right up to the clitoris. Dr. Blair watches his patient jerk a bit as he pulls back the hood and applies direct pressure on it. "And how does this feel?" The patient struggles to respond, breathily replying, "Six, doctor..."
The doctor nods, taking note as he began to drag his finger up and down the other's clitoris, watching it start to get red as the stimulation went on. "Doctor, n-- no more, I--" the patient starts, but is cut off. "Quiet. You will speak when prompted to do so. I need to listen to your breathing and vocalizations. How are you feeling?"
"Eight! Just stop, please!" The patient begs, but the doctor pays no mind. "A quick one, aren't you? We'll have to work on your endurance during future visits." The doctor added more pressure, now circling the clitoris with unmatched precision. The patient tried to fight on the table, but was trapped. Instead reduced to pitiful whines and groans.
"Nine, doctor! Make it stop, make it stop! It's too sensitive! Can't-- I can't--!"
"You will in time. Let me know when you're approaching an orgasm You need to tell me you're at a ten before you climax."
"Ah! AH! Y-yes doctor..!"
The patient groaned and practically screamed on the table as the examination went on. The clitoris was swollen, perfectly manipulated as Dr. Blair watched his patient's final undoing. He hovered over the other, watching the body and mind contort to his will.
"TEN! TEN, DOCTOR. TEN!!" The patient screamed out, violently convulsing in the restaints as the orgasm took over. Dr. Blair made sure to move his hand steadily, making sure every second was wrung out of his patient's trembling body. He slid one finger inside of the vaginal canal, pulling it out to assess the moisture between his paitent's legs. His paitent groaned at the invasion, leaving a puddle on the table while still writhing in a daze.
"Excessive amount of self-lubrication, low tolerance for simulation, and under ten minutes to orgasm." He clicked his tongue, removing his gloves and tossing them away. "We'll certainly have to improve upon that with therapy." He sounded flatly disappointed, and slightly concerned with his patient's pathetic display. "I'll be leaving you here for the nurses. They will clean you up, and have you discharged." He was detached as he left his patient lay there in shame, wet and terribly sensitive between the legs.
