Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Now, with the vibrator buzzing against my clit and my body on fire with need, I couldn’t hold back anymore. The memories, the sensations, the desperate ache between my legs—they all crashed together in a wave of overwhelming desire.
“Please,” I gasped, my hips bucking against the restraints. “Please, I need—”
“What do you need, Heather?” Dr. Hamelin’s voice was steady, professional.
“I need you to fuck me.” The words tore from my throat in a desperate sob. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me, please—”
“No,” Dr. Hamelin said calmly, not even pausing in his ministrations with the vibrator. “That’s not what this is about.”
The rejection made searing heat flash into my cheeks. I’d finally broken, finally admitted what I truly wanted, and he was denying me. “But I begged,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my face. “I thought you said… I thought you said Ryan gave permission! I did what you wanted—”
“Your husband did give permission for your trainers to fuck you, Heather,” he replied. “But that’s not what’s going to happen now. And this isn’t about what I want.”
I felt the vibrator’s position shift, and a fresh surge of sensation crashed over me. My body had begun to betray me completely, responding to his touch in ways that made me want to die of shame.
“This is about teaching you to understand yourself,” Dr. Hamelin continued, his voice maddeningly calm as I writhed against the restraints. “About helping you recognize what kind of girl you truly are, so you can be honest with your husband for the first time in your marriage.”
“I don’t understand,” I sobbed, my hips bucking desperately against the vibrator. The pleasure was building to an unbearable peak, and I could feel my orgasm approaching like a freight train. “What do you want from me?”
Dr. Hamelin didn’t answer me directly. Instead, he turned to Nurse Simmons and asked, “How are the biometric readings looking?”
“The perineal sensor I installed when I shaved her is working perfectly,” Nurse Simmons replied, consulting her tablet. “We’re getting excellent data on her arousal patterns.”
I tried to process what she’d said through the haze of sensation. “What… what perineal sensor?” I gasped, my voice barely coherent.
Then suddenly, a sharp beeping sound filled the room. Nurse Simmons looked up from her tablet with a knowing smile. “She’s about to climax,” she announced.
Before I could even register what was happening, Dr. Hamelin pulled the vibrator away from my clit. The sudden absence of stimulation left me gasping and writhing against the restraints, my body screaming for release that had been snatched away at the last possible second.
“No!” I cried out, my hips bucking desperately against nothing. “Please, I was so close…”
“I know exactly how close you were,” Dr. Hamelin said, setting the vibrator aside. “That’s the point of the sensor.”
My mind reeled as I tried to understand what he was telling me. “What sensor?” I demanded again, my voice cracking with desperation and confusion. “What did you do to me?”
Dr. Hamelin adjusted his glasses and looked at me with the same detached professionalism he might show a lab mouse. “The perineal sensor is a microscopic device we placed between your vagina and anus during your preparation. It allows us to monitor your arousal levels with perfect accuracy.”
The words hit me like ice water. They’d put something inside me. Some kind of device that could read my body’s responses, that could tell them exactly when I was about to come. The violation felt complete, total.
“We told you your body doesn’t lie, Heather,” Dr. Hamelin continued, pulling off his latex gloves. “And as we’ve also already told you, your arousal is organized around your need to submit to masculine domination. The sensor confirms what we already knew about your nature, but it also gives us a valuable, fine-grained way to help you learn to please your husband as you should.”
I stared at him in horror, my chest heaving as I tried to process what he was saying. “You can’t… you can’t just put things inside me without my consent—”
“Your husband’s consent is all that’s required,” he replied matter-of-factly. “And he’s given us complete authority over your body and your training.”
Dr. Hamelin moved toward the door, and panic flooded through me. “Wait!” I called out. “You can’t just leave me like this! I need—”
“You need to learn patience,” he said, pausing at the doorway. “I’ll see you soon, Heather. Your real training begins tomorrow, after you’ve settled in a little.”
CHAPTER 8
Heather
Dr. Hamelin left the room. Nurse Simmons began to release me from the table.
“Wh-what happens now?” I asked, my breathing still ragged from the frustration of my denied orgasm.
“Now we get you settled into your room,” Nurse Simmons said, her voice taking on a gentler tone as she unfastened the restraints around my wrists. “You’ll have some time to rest before dinner.”