Researching Miss M

Julian Masters

Researching Miss M

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Researching Miss M

Chapter One M sat in the waiting room nervously flicking through a magazine without really paying any attention to what she was reading. Though she had no doubts regarding the medical staff’s professionalism, she still felt apprehensive. The tiny part of her mind not occupied with trying to resist the urge to get up and go, caustically observed that this was in no small degree due to the arousal she always felt with such examinations, an arousal she desperately tried to pretend did not exist – despite liquid evidence - until the moment her ankles went in to the stirrups and she lay there helplessly hoping that the whole thing would be over before her wanton body gave her away. Maintaining the fiction that she was indifferent to these examinations and was simply doing her duty as a concerned citizen, was a very necessary self-deception. From experience M knew that without the pretence she would never find the courage to keep the appointment. Instead she would spend the days and hours running up to the appointment time in such a frenzy of sexual anticipation that extreme embarrassment was a foregone conclusion, and she would cancel at the last minute. She had therefore learned to put all such wanton thoughts to the back of her mind, and to rigorously maintain an air of detachment and unconcern. Only now in the clinic’s waiting room were the feelings unavoidably powerful. Only now there was no escape could she acknowledge their strength and her helplessness in the face of her addiction. Only now was she forced to admit to herself that it was the perverse attraction of imminent indignity and the attendant feelings of sexual helplessness that made her keep volunteering herself for such ordeals. Her last visit to the research unit had been over quickly: three different types of speculum had been inserted and she, as the ‘guinea pig’, had merely to tell the research nurse which of them she found most comfortable. Even so she was glad there had not been a fourth or fifth. The letter she had received canvassing for volunteers for today’s research had only vaguely described the research as having

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something to do with the ‘calibration of sensory adaptation linking integumentary nerves with laryngeal suppression or activation.’ She had the letter in her purse and had been puzzling over what it could be about. It sounded terribly important research, and so very…medical…she crossed her legs for the umpteenth time since she had arrived and tried to banish the images that suddenly flooded her mind. M took a deep breath and fought for composure as her anticipation mounted with every minute that passed. Even the sensation of her stockings gliding over each other as she crossed her legs was enough to set her belly tingling. Breathing out slowly she reminded herself that she had only provisionally volunteered herself as a trial subject. She was here to be given a thorough explanation of the research and she promised herself she would agree to nothing before understanding exactly what was expected of her. She smiled ruefully wondering whom she was kidding. Her initial enquiry over the phone had been met with the gentle suggestion that it would be much simpler to explain face to face; perhaps she would like to make an appointment? The doctor’s voice had been so dreamily deep and well-spoken, kind and yet authoritative, that she had found herself agreeing at once, and had since then been somewhat obsessively trying to picture the doctor’s face, and imagining the feel of his gloved strong hands on her skin, parting her…

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Chapter Two ‘Miss M?’ an attractive young nurse whom M vaguely recognised interrupted her reverie in a gentle and apologetic tone of voice, ‘the doctor will see you now if you’d like to follow me please. So sorry you’ve been kept waiting.’ Nodding M clumsily replaced her magazine; suddenly all fingers and thumbs, and followed the nurse out of the waiting room. From now on she knew that every step was taking her closer to moment when the sweet helplessness she craved would be imposed upon her body, and the fluttering butterflies in her tummy seemed to double in size. After several turns down brightly lit corridors they arrived at a peculiarly heavy looking door. Standing politely to one side, the nurse gestured for M to go first. As she walked into the room she immediately noticed it was divided in two by a partition. To the left the room was very clinical, with an examination couch and polished smooth sterile surfaces while the right side was much more homely – it had a thick and expensive looking rug and a coffee table, two leather armchairs and a small desk and chair. The nurse led her to sit in an armchair and then disappeared behind the partition. ‘Ah Miss M,’ It was the same voice! M felt her insides begin to melt and she desperately hoped she wasn’t blushing. ‘Please take a seat, I will be with you very shortly and will then explain everything you need to know about our research.’ The voice came from the clinical half of the room and was accompanied by the sound of running water. A few seconds later he stepped from behind the screen, drying his hands on a paper towel. As the doctor walked toward her she ran her eyes over him - white coat, quite tall, greying hair cut short with arresting blue eyes and a friendly, somewhat mischievous smile. He tossed the paper towel into a wastebasket and settled himself in the chair next to her after asking the nurse (whom he addressed only as ‘nurse’) to sit at the desk in order that she might take notes.

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For a few minutes he tried to put M at ease by making small talk regarding her journey, apologising again for keeping her waiting and offering her coffee, which she politely declined. The formalities done he smiled and asked, ‘So Miss M do you have any notion as to what our research here is about?’ and when she shook her head somewhat shamefacedly he was quick to reassure her that few people did understand his work and those few who did took a conservative and narrow minded view of his research methods. ‘But I am sure you will agree with me, intelligent girl that you are, that research that will deepen our understanding of the human nervous system should be done with willing, living and above all human subjects. That anything which enables us to penetrate nature’s mysteries for the benefit of humanity must be a worthy endeavour?’ M was about to agree with him when his pager rang and he rushed off to make a call. Moments later he returned. ‘Excuse me my dear – the trials of professional life at the cutting edge of research are sometimes very vexing. I have an important meeting with my sponsors this afternoon and there was some talk of cancelling it. There are vested interests at work…’ He shook his head, ‘No I must not burden you with my troubles, forgive me! I sometimes forget myself.’ He paused and noticing M’s worried expression, which had more to do with his strangely formal manner than any anxiety about his research funding, he smiled at her before continuing, ‘Please don’t concern yourself my dear. I’m sure all will be well. Now, let me explain my current research. I am trying to discover the relationship between the perception of pain, its degree and how able the human mind is to suppress normally instinctive responses. The most common responses to pain are to cry out and flinch away from it. Obviously subjects will vary considerably in how they react, but this is what is so fascinating you see. We must understand why it is that pain intolerable to one person is perfectly acceptable to another think of what that understanding might tell us about pain relief!’ He looked so enthused she hardly liked to voice her immediate concern, but summoning her courage she said, ‘But doctor I had understood that this was a gynaecological research unit…I’m sure everything you say is very true, but how am I to help?’

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He looked a little bewildered and then as he understood her confusion he laughed and said, ‘I’m sorry, I have missed out one essential part of the equation without which you cannot possibly understand the originality of my research!’ He paused and cleared his throat, ‘ …without wishing to embarrass you, you must surely be aware of the involuntary nature of the nervous linkage between female genital nerves and the larynx? What a layperson such as yourself might call the voice box?’ Taking the abrupt widening of her eyes as confirmation that she understood him, he continued, ‘Of course it is there in males too, but one so often finds a much higher degree of suppression in male subjects, so for the sake of this trial I have chosen to work with female subjects alone.’ The doctor smiled, holding her with his penetrating blue eyes so that M found herself nodding in agreement. Only much later did she realise that under his spell she would have agreed to him asserting that the moon was made of cheese, for now she just listened. ‘Now I will explain more about the precise procedure before you become too alarmed. Very simply I will be using a sprung force distension test whilst asking that you attempt to withstand as much discomfort as possible before making any sound, including moans or whimpers. Now of course one of the ways we respond to discomfort is to pull away so it is necessary for the relevant parts of your anatomy to be immobilised - for your safety and to enable us obtain accurate readings.’ He smiled benignly and asked if she had any further questions, obviously convinced that he had made himself abundantly clear to the meanest understanding. Glancing nervously at the nurse, who remained calmly expressionless throughout, M asked, ‘It sounds terribly painful doctor, can you assure me it will not do me any harm?’ Laughing at the thought, he replied ‘Oh not at all! After all Miss M you have only to make the smallest sound for the test to be over, we then move on to the next major nerve nexus and so gain a range of readings. It won’t hurt beyond a pinch I wouldn’t think, but then you are our first test subject so I cannot promise no pain whatsoever, but I do assure you absolutely that no harm will be done to you.’

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The word ‘immobilised’ was still echoing in her mind, utterly flustering her and making it quite impossible to do more than vainly attempt not to make it too obvious how eager she was to begin. ‘Well doctor, given that assurance I would be prepared to go ahead providing you will promise to stop should it become to much for me?’ ‘Of course, of course, apart from the more, let us say, ethical and compassionate reasons for not persisting against your wishes Miss M, you must realise that this research relies upon your voluntary suppression of the urge to cry out. You could easily invalidate our data simply by crying out immediately!’ He smiled with benevolent reassurance. ‘In that case doctor I will be happy to assist your research.’ The words slipped helplessly out of her mouth. She felt somehow absurdly anxious to please this man despite, or perhaps because of his somewhat unworldly and almost rude way of talking to her as if she were a specimen rather than a human being. He seemed utterly indifferent to her as a woman, let alone as the reasonably attractive girl she knew herself to be. His apparent disinterest sparked her curiosity and somehow made her feel less threatened by her physical attraction to him. She had never met a man who managed to combine being so good looking with such an intensely clinical attitude. She found it rather endearing and the serene and measured way he spoke of inflicting pain on her made her melt inside. She hoped she was not blushing too noticeably and smoothed her skirt nervously as she felt him gazing at her benignly. ‘Nurse, would you show Miss M the consent forms please, and make an appointment at her earliest convenience’ he instructed, ‘I must make another phone call and by the time you’re done I will be back to say goodbye.’ He nodded and excused himself. The nurse withdrew a sheaf of documents from the desk and bringing them to the coffee table said, ‘Miss M, if you are sure you want to go ahead you should read through these forms, initialling each page and signing at the end. They are identical to the consent forms you signed on your last visit except, and I’m sorry the doctor forgot to mention this - he can get a bit muddled dealing with people though of course he is quite

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brilliant with instruments and machines…’ the nurse paused to look devotedly in the direction in which the doctor had disappeared and seemed to lose her thread. M glanced at the familiar text and began to initial the pages, not really listening to the nurse when she started talking again. Her mind was so full to overflowing with anticipatory images of what awaited her she could think of little else. Finally though she forced her self to pay attention. ‘…Doctor mentioned the genital nerve linkage he’s researching, but forgot to mention the mammary ones, though its much the same procedure. So the consent forms allow inspection and experimentation with breast and nipple tissues too.’ This was said in such a matter of fact way – as if it were the most trivial of details – that M had almost finished signing her name when her hand froze in mid-stroke of the pen. For what seemed like far too long – and intensely aware of the scrutiny and disapproval of the nurse at her hesitation – M pondered this latest bit of information, but then telling herself she could always just phone up and say she had changed her mind, she finished signing and handed the sheaf back to the nurse who witnessed it and gave M another copy to keep. Hearing the doctor’s voice raised in anger from the other side of the partition, M glanced at the nurse who pressed a finger to her lips and leaned over the desk to whisper that she suspected his meeting had been postponed once more. The man was not given the respect his brilliance and genius deserved… The doctor returned looking extremely annoyed and stood loosening his tie and scratching his head, lost in thought. ‘Those damn people have postponed again! How dare they! Another afternoon wasted… unless…’ he looked hopefully at M, ‘… you wouldn’t be willing to begin today would you my dear? Perhaps you have plans for the afternoon though? I wouldn’t want to impose upon you…’ The poor man looked so unhappy M did not know how to say no to him. Her concerns of only moments before were swept away by the sudden change of events and the powerful yearning she felt to be helpless in his hands. Retaining as much decorum as the imminence

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of perverse fulfilment allowed, she found herself replying that she would be delighted to begin today if that would help him. Smiling broadly the doctor helped M to her feet, the cool strength of his hand on her arm belying his otherwise intense intellectuality, as he asked the nurse to prepare her while he went and collected some notes from another office.

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Chapter Three As the nurse led her to the clinical side of the room M looked around at all the mysterious and fascinating equipment. Gleaming white surfaces, sinks with shining stainless steel faucets, towel and soap dispensers, stainless steel trolleys and rows of cupboards and filing cabinets lined the walls, with the examination couch in the middle of the room. A door in the far wall led to what she supposed to be a storeroom and next to the door was a large mirror that M avoided looking at – she felt embarrassed enough already without its confirming to her how flustered and flushed she looked. Deliberately looking elsewhere M shivered as she noticed a large inspection lamp attached to the ceiling by its extending arm – she knew where that light would be shining just minutes from now. After quickly undressing and placing her clothes on a chair M turned to the nurse, expecting her to offer her a gown. Instead the nurse waved her over to the couch and patted its firm surface emphatically. ‘Do hurry Miss M, the sooner we’re started the sooner it’s over and I’ve other patients to attend to you know.’ Bewildered by the nurse’s peremptory tone of voice, M hurried over to the couch suddenly feeling as if she were being done a favour rather than the reverse. Lying down on the couch M closed her eyes against the harsh light and just allowed the nurse to arrange her body as she wished. Her legs were lifted into stirrups and then her bottom was raised by a cushion so as to tilt her hips upward and provide easier access to her pussy. Firm hands pressed her thighs outwards as the nurse told her to relax in a no-nonsense tone. Warm, aroused, curious and struggling valiantly to pretend she was totally unaffected by her position, M drew a breath as she felt the nurse tighten soft, yet strong, leather restraints around her ankles, calves, thighs and wrists. The nurse then tightened a much thicker and wider padded restraint around her waist and hips, before another only slightly smaller belt was fastened across her upper

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ribcage. M felt breasts being forced down into a mild distension as it was tightened and gently bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. Just as she thought she could not feel more completely bound M felt another strap being tightened across her forehead that forced her to look at the ceiling and made it impossible for her to turn her head. The nurse climbed up on the rungs of a high stool so as to be able to look down into Miss M’s face. Smiling reassuringly and suddenly appearing friendly again the nurse asked if she were quite comfortable? In fact she was. The padded belts and strap felt extremely comfortable, as if she somehow felt safer, and more secure for being so tightly bound. She felt far more deeply relaxed than she would ever have thought possible, despite the warm glow of incipient arousal in her belly. It was only then that M realised that of course the nurse would remain throughout the experiment to take notes, and further that unlike the ingenuous doctor, she could not fail to understand the significance of M’s already exceptional lubricity. Vainly she tried to think of anything other than her helpless position and the impending humiliation – she knew that the more ashamed she felt the more aroused she would become. Desperately she tried to think of herself as an actively participating research assistant, detached and objective regarding everything that would be done to her body, but somehow that just made things worse. Lost in her struggles for self-control she did not heard the doctor return and so was startled to hear his voice close to her ear saying calmly that he was about to begin. He would start with the testing of her outer labia, each side in three places and reminded her to moan as soon as the sensation became too much for her. M nodded her understanding, not sure if she should speak at all. Almost immediately she felt something cold fasten on to the left side of her pussy, making her draw a sharp breath. With her attention tightly focused on the powerful sensations rippling through her she only vaguely heard the doctor say that he would be starting after a countdown of three. The doctor had fastened a rubber tipped clamp to her pussy, this was then attached to a spring loaded weight measure upon which he began to steadily pull as he watched the electronic readout that

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measured the force being applied. The numbers slowly rose and he waited in silence for the first hint of sound from her. As soon as the sensation started M had very nearly screamed, not with pain, but with the shocking realisation of how enormously aroused she felt. It far exceeded her expectations and in a second all her carefully contrived defences were stripped away as the feelings exploded in her belly. Then as the pleasure-pain grew, slowly but surely heating her core, she realised that she would never willingly want this feeling to stop. It was then that an entirely unwished and involuntary moan of masochistic pleasure finally escaped her lips, followed swiftly by the louder sound of her groan of disappointment as the delicious stretching and distending feeling suddenly stopped. Dimly she was aware of the doctor congratulating her upon having what he took to be a high pain threshold but then very quickly the sensation of his unseen hands moving the clamp took her full attention. The clamp was placed at a fresh location higher up on the same side of her pussy and she could only surrender to the new but already sweetly familiar feeling of being stretched once more. Her pussy was flooding and there was nothing she could do to stop her response, except stop the whole thing - and that was unthinkable. Even the shame of discovery now seemed to her to be a deeply desirable event: an emotional melody that interwove with the rhythm of the jolts of pleasure-pain she so willingly endured. Inevitably a moan escaped her lips and once more the clamp was moved and the pattern repeated again and again, until finally she heard the doctor call the nurse over from where she had been sitting and taking notes. To M’s horror and yet perverse satisfaction, as yet another of her secret fantasies was fulfilled, she heard the doctor’s clinically detached voice describe her condition. ‘Nurse, this young lady seems to be secreting vaginal juices in response to the experiment, which whilst an interesting phenomenon, is beginning to affect the grip of the clamps upon her flesh. See how slimy it is - designed by nature to lubricate of course but it would be a pity if the clamp were to slip off in mid pull and invalidate our data, so please dry her thoroughly and perhaps we may resume shortly.’

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M felt paper tissues being applied and then a whispered consultation between nurse and doctor. Then the nurse’s frowning face came into her field of view, ‘Miss M you are in danger of spoiling the doctor’s experiment with your juices!’ She shook her head disapprovingly, ‘Since we have started on the experiment I think the only recourse is to push some towelling into you to stop your juices from making you too slippery to work with. Do you agree? Otherwise we just cannot continue...’ Nodding her head as much as possible within the head restraint M was mortified to realise that even this young woman’s obvious contempt for her lewd response seemed to arouse her further. She felt so deliciously dirty and the thought of her pussy being filled by anything was just wonderful. Indeed she could think of nothing she craved more than to feel her pussy being stretched and filled - it simply didn’t matter who or what was doing it. Consequently when the nurse began pushing wads into her pussy, M felt only a profound relief and she moaned loudly and strained to lift her hips in wanton display of her need. The voluminous flow of her pussy juice was such that the nurse was obliged to pack the wads in tight, stretching her considerably before finally the outer and inner labia could be dried to allow the clamping to resume. Now however it was the turn of her inner labia and the feelings reached a new height, in fact she could only withstand a very small pull force before deep in her throat she groaned a husky ‘pleeeeeaaaase!’ - not that it was a plea for the pull to stop. However the clamp was soon refastened on the other side and this time, she was determined not to make a sound and succeeded so well that rippling trails of fire were racing to her clit before a moan was forced from between her lips. Her inner muscles clamped tightly around her stuffed pussy and the tingling burning afterglow of the pain made her swollen pussy swell still more. M was so deeply and helplessly immersed in the flood of rampant feelings she was completely unaware of the doctor and nurse retiring to the other side of the room for a hurried consultation. ‘My god she’s so unbelievably hot and wet!’ whispered the nurse, ‘and so am I! I’m finding it so hard to control myself and keep from

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tormenting her directly...you know she’d just love anything we did to her!’ The doctor’s demeanour was now very different from the mildmannered and unworldly scientist. He grinned wickedly, ‘Yes she’s as wanton as they come, and this will be only the beginning if we handle this properly. You have checked the cameras are running properly? I would hate to miss this next scene!’ ‘You really mean to distend her clit? So soon? Won’t she suspect, surely she must do?’ ‘Yes my little slut-slave-nurse she will suspect, but she wont say anything that might stop what she’s feeling right now and no matter what, she will return for the next session and the one after that - so long as we allow her to think of us as non-threatening straight-laced types who are too egg-headish to see more than the data printout. Now let us resume our roles and go for the finale for today.’

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Chapter Four

Very much later M awoke to find she was lying on the couch with her legs still in the stirrups but with all the restraints removed. Her pussy had been emptied of the juice soaked wads and now felt sore and chilly as her lips gaped open. It had all been so incredibly intense, she realised she must have fainted, though without any clear memory of when. Probably she thought soon after he had shown her the small tube that would distend her clit by suction. She remembered the doctor giving her a technical explanation of clitoral nerves though she recalled no detail whatsoever. By contrast the memory of that cold implacable suction to her clit still lingered in her body, the exquisite agony of it too much to bear for even a second without crying out. Her hands roamed over her skin and discovered the slight soreness where her hips had bucked into the restraints as she thrashed in the throes of orgasm - just the first orgasm of the many that the clitoral suction had repeatedly triggered and then sustained for a very long time. Puzzled, M was sure she remembered the suction returning rhythmically again and again long after she had begun to scream, beg and plead for it to stop, for it never to stop, for more, for someone to touch her breasts, fill her mouth. She blushed furiously at the thought that she may have said those words out loud, but wishful thinking being what it is, M quite quickly convinced herself that these most secret desires had all been dreamt and imagined rather than spoken. Stifling a sob halfway between pleasure and pain as she moved her legs out of the stirrups, and feeling intensely aware of her sore and still swollen pussy, she clambered down off the couch and walked gingerly over to her clothes. She looked and listened to see if anyone was around, dreading being made to account for her behaviour. To her relief the room was empty, but an envelope had been left on top of her neatly folded clothes. Inside the envelope a brief note thanked her for her co-operation in the research and informed her that sadly the data from today’s Copyright © Julian Masters 2005

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experiment had been corrupted by the pull-force electronic readout giving false readings. Though the doctor would understand if she did not want to repeat the trial, he very much hoped she would agree to return, if possible the following day, or at her earliest convenience, so that fresh readings could be taken. The note suggested a time and asked her to call only if she could not keep the appointment. The thought of doing it all over again terrified her and at the same time filled her with breathless excitement. This time she would know and the anticipation would be an exquisite torment in itself. Unthinkingly her hand dropped to her pussy, her fingers thrusting cruelly inside her tender flesh she began to finger fuck herself mercilessly as she remembered what had occurred, and imagined what would happen next time. Meanwhile the hidden cameras behind the mirror whirred capturing everything and the nurse found herself abruptly thrown over a desk to be ruthlessly fucked as the man, otherwise known as the ‘doctor’, watched their lovely new acquisition cum with reckless abandon on the VDU linked to the cameras.

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Chapter Five The next day found M sitting in the same waiting room, possibly even looking at the same magazine. She would not have noticed if she were reading it upside down, so completely distracted was she by the prospect of what lay ahead of her. During the night many questions had haunted her. The doctor just simply could not be so totally dense as not to perceive the extent of her arousal…or could he? At what point had she fainted? How much of what she remembered had been erotic dreams after she fainted, and what was real? She thought she remembered the feeling of soft and knowing lips sucking on her nipples, but that must surely have been her wishful imagination? Though the experience had run through her mind a million times she could not recall even a hint of impropriety in the behaviour of either doctor or nurse. The nurse’s manner had been a little strict and disapproving, but M knew she more than merited it, even welcomed it – while the doctor had behaved impeccably. No lewd comments, no suggestive remarks, not even so much as a look that acknowledged her all too obvious desires. M could only think she must be wishfully exaggerating her feelings – after all they must see dozens and dozens of girls’ on the examination couch every week. When the nurse eventually arrived to escort her to the research room M asked to first be shown the bathroom and once locked inside a cubicle she tried to dry her constantly seeping pussy and then replaced her sopping wet panties with the fresh ones she had had the foresight to put in her handbag. As they walked down a long and brightly lit corridor the nurse turned on a very prim and proper smile and informed M that her name was Sally and that the doctor hoped that she wouldn’t mind if they went straight into taking the replacement readings. Also - given the little ‘condition’ she suffered from – would she mind if she stuffed her vagina with absorbent towels before the doctor arrived? This last was said quite unnecessarily loudly just as they were passing a small group of medical students. The students were engaged in a heated debate over something and had Sally said this in Copyright © Julian Masters 2005

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a normal tone of voice the comment would have gone unnoticed. As it was their conversation stopped abruptly and in the deafening silence that followed M was sure that they could all hear her heart pounding in her chest. Keeping her head down to hide her intense blushes, M hurried down the corridor cringing with such obvious embarrassment that she made it very difficult for the wicked Sally not to laugh out loud. Delighted with the mischievous perfection of her timing Sally knew very well what effect a little public humiliation would have on her new friend’s deviant desires. M of course did not yet know that she had a new friend – but it was hardly Sally’s fault that the girl had gone ecstatically spaceward long before Sally’s lips and teeth had replaced the suction cup on her clitoris. It was then an extremely hot, wet, aroused and embarrassed M who arrived in the research room to be greeted by the doctor with cool efficient politeness and an apology for the faulty equipment, before he hurried off while she disrobed. Minutes later she was once more helplessly strapped on the couch with her legs spread and the busy fingers of nurse Sally thrusting surgical wads into her already dripping pussy. The doctor’s return to begin the experiment prompted a respectful greeting from nurse Sally and moments later his handsome face was looking down at her. ‘So good of you to return today Miss M,’ he repeated, ‘I notice that your labia are still somewhat puffy and swollen from yesterday’ experiment - you must tell me if you are too sore for us to proceed today.’ Unbeknownst to M this was said with a wink to Sally who struggled to contain a giggle. In fact he was a brilliant doctor who did excellent quality and serious research. However his professional research had absolutely nothing to do with M’s ordeal, and his present demeanour was a devastatingly accurate mimicry of a senior research fellow they both knew well. The present charade had been created specifically for M, and had been cleverly contrived to resonate with all the poor girl’s most secret fantasies after Sally had described the attractive young volunteer who had been one of the subjects of the speculum tests she had supervised.

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Sally had told him about M’s extraordinary naivety in thinking she could hide her reaction – a naivety that could only be a form of wilful self-deception in combination with a powerful medical fetish and an exhibitionist streak a mile wide. Sally remembered vividly how M had kept her face to the wall, as if doing so might hide the fact that she almost thrust her pussy down onto the speculum! And how her pussy had actually gripped it tightly when Sally had given the instrument a bit of a twist out of sheer curiosity mingled with wonder at the girl’s response. Such a wanton slut! Sally turned away and grinned openly, and without the least hint of patronage. After all it took one to know one! That night lying in his arms Sally had told him of the girl. How she had refused to make eye contact, seeking to deny both to herself and Sally her extraordinary response, as if anything that occurred below her neck had nothing to do with her! Intrigued he had questioned her and finally she had admitted her own desire for this young woman, how she longed to set her free from her denial, to make her fully embrace her wonderfully excessive sexuality. At first they hatched the plot as a game, an imaginary scene conjured by lovers lying intertwined in the dark. But as the days went by Sally raised the subject again and again, distraught that she might never again meet this girl with whom she had so very much in common and had taken such an instant liking for. And so the crazy plan had taken shape, and had eventually been discussed in so much detail that, beyond a certain point, it seemed absurd - provided that they followed the established rules - not to put it into action. After all the facilities were there to be used, and if Sally had exaggerated M’s responsiveness then it would be easy to fudge some kind of report to cover their traces. Certainly it was entrapment, yet this trap could only be sprung by a girl who desperately wanted to be caught! However much she might consciously deny it. Sally turned back to view M upon the examination table, her features now carefully composed, even though M’s eyes were tightly closed. Already the wanton girl’s musk was pervading the room, despite the wadding that Sally had stuffed into her pussy, and the doctor had yet to attach a single clamp.

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The experiment was repeated exactly as the day before, with identical results: M squirming in her restraints and moaning out loud only when quite extraordinary force made it impossible for her to remain silent. Even so her moans of protest when the pleasure-pain feelings momentarily abated were much louder than those she made in response to the distending pain. Sally watched on with amusement, wishing she could touch herself or even exchange places. In fact she realised she was becoming really quite jealous of all the attention her lover was giving this delicious little slut and had to remind herself that all this was being done at her instigation.

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Chapter Six When the final labial test was finished he came over to where Sally was pretending to take notes and handed her a sheaf of computer printouts. ‘She’s quite far-gone already,’ he whispered, ‘I’ve an idea that might work. Objectively it’s downright absurd, but I get the feeling she will go for it, she is so ridiculously turned on already I think she’ll be quite helpless to say no: I want you to tell her that we have finished for today - she is expecting the clitoral suction and she’ll be very disappointed since she hasn’t cum yet. Take the wadding out of her pussy and put it on top of these printouts – don’t worry, they’re just waste paper – loosen her head restraint but leave all the other restraints in place. Then in a few minutes I’ll call you away. Leave her at once and then I’ll explain my idea.’ Sally nodded in understanding as she wondered what scheme he had cooked up now, but knowing it would be a good one she hurried to obey in her best portrayal of the disinterested nurse. ‘Thank you Miss M, the doctor has finished with you for today,’ Sally said as she loosened the head restraint, her voice very prim and proper as if she were not talking to a wildly aroused and naked girl restrained helplessly and spread-eagled lewdly before her. M’s eyes fluttered open in surprise. ‘Oh but...’, she swallowed her protest still believing that she must not give any overt hint of her desires. At the moment the doctor’s voice called urgently from the storeroom and Sally apologised and hurried away. In the storeroom the doctor shut the door and took her in his arms, holding her tightly to his body so that she felt the strength of his erect cock press into her belly, ‘So my darling do you really want her?’ he asked, ‘There will be no going back after we put my idea into action...We both know she’s putty in my hands, but if you want her for your pet then you have to make her yours.’ Sally looked up into his eyes, her own shining with happiness to be loved by such a generous man. Long ago in the beginnings of their relationship he had encouraged her to accept her needs and desires unconditionally – demanding only that he assured her safety at all Copyright © Julian Masters 2005

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times. He was her lover, but also her teacher and best friend. Nothing gave her more pleasure than to submit to the wickedly imaginative use he made of her body. He possessed her utterly, owned her from head to toe, as surely as if he had bought her at auction, but he never manipulated or played mind games – this must be Sally’s choice alone. Sally looked at him adoringly - he had every right to demand her undivided attention and yet he was effectively giving her her very own little slave girl for a pet. A pet who would require a considerable investment in time and energy. To an outsider the idea that M was his to give away might seem premature, but they both understood M’s needs very well and Sally had no doubt as to the final outcome. Sally nodded and kissed him passionately, ‘Yes my love, but how? She’s yours for the taking whenever you wish, but mine? How?’ He smiled and squeezed her to him, lifting her short skirt and running his fingers over her tight little buttocks before drawing back his hand and bringing it down with a stinging slap. ‘That’s how little one! You have already destroyed my data with your negligence and I am going to punish you while she watches. Then you will punish her! Get the idea?’ Sally’s mind raced, her brow crinkling into a frown in momentary confusion, but then her expression cleared as she realised what he intended. ‘Oh yes! That will work perfectly!’ He nodded, ‘I think it will, and what’s to lose? If she doesn’t respond as we think then she isn’t the pet for you anyway, and we’ll find you some other pretty girl to tease and torment. OK?’ Sally nodded enthusiastically, sure that it would be quite unnecessary to find another girl. ‘OK follow my lead then...off we go.’ When they returned to the room, M lifted her head up to see what was happening and saw the doctor scowling furiously. ‘Nurse! What is the meaning of this? What have you done!?’ The doctor was clearly very angry, the nurse standing with her head bowed, ‘All my notes soaked through! Ruined! Every single calculation, my data and all my careful observations blurred and smudged beyond recognition!’ The doctor strode angrily across the

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room and waved the sheaf of papers in front of the nurse’s abject and appalled face as he continued to scold her. M heard a muttered apology, saw a vain attempt by the nurse to take the papers and dry them, but this only smudged them more. Mortified M watched in horror filled fascination as the nurse wilted under the doctor’s tirade. Finally he finished and was turning away when she saw the nurse clutch at the sleeve to his white coat, ‘Please...I’m so very sorry, I was thoughtless…’ stammered the nurse, ‘I’ve been very bad, I hate to disappoint you, won’t you forgive me...please doctor?’ The doctor turned to face the nurse once more, ‘I am not a man to hold a grudge, but I don’t believe your apology is as sincere as you try to make it sound. Words are all very well, but it is actions that count! Well? Do you take my meaning nurse?’ M watched as the distraught nurse nodded her head and without saying another word walked over to the high stool on which she had previously perched during M’s ordeal. There she hitched her skirt up above her waist, revealing her stocking tops and a pair of very lacy white panties, before bending over the stool and offering her pert little bottom up for punishment. M felt her belly jolt as yet another of her most secret fantasies was enacted before her astonished eyes. The doctor seemed transformed, he took a handful of the pretty nurse’s hair and standing along side her he tugged her panties up into the cleft of her buttocks and began to administer a very thorough spanking. Though appearing to ignore M completely he in fact ensured she had the best possible view. A view that captured every stinging blow to the nurse’s quivering bottom, as well as her sweetly tormented expression. Yet as the punishment continued and M’s gaze flickered from the doctor’s calm and serious expression to the glowingly red bottom, and then to the nurse’s face, she gasped in shock. For now the nurse was staring at her with a fixed determination that did not falter even when her face grimaced with the pain from the spanks. M felt herself held, transfixed by those dark eyes until she was left in no doubt of their intent. She shuddered in her restraints and finally looked away. Yes the nurse was right! It was all her fault! It was her hot, wet pussy that had spoiled the experiment - that had made things so

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difficult for the nurse and doctor, who were only trying to do their scientific research. M felt deeply ashamed of herself and when she summoned the courage to steal another look, she saw no hint of leniency in the nurse’s cold expression. Finally the doctor stood back and adjusting his white coat stroked the nurse’s head, ‘That’s enough for today nurse, you have convinced me of your sincerity. I will leave you to...clean up.’ The doctor left without a second glance at the trembling M.

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Chapter Seven As the door shut behind him Sally stood and smoothed down her skirt. Her already fierce expression became fiercer as she approached and M sought to placate her wrath with a smile she hoped was apologetic. ‘So you think its funny do you?’ snarled Sally, ignoring M’s feeble protests to the contrary, ‘You with your pretended innocence and your hot little cunt!’ On this last word Sally’s hand came up directly between M’s legs, her open palm stinging the helpless girl’s engorged pussy lips. ‘Oh yes! You condescend to help with our important research...but to what real purpose?’ Sally glared at her but did not wait for an answer, ‘Just...so...that...you...can...waste...the...doc...tors...precious...time!’ Each syllable was matched with another stinging slap to the helpless girl’s pussy. M’s eyes were wide with shock, her stuttered protests turning into a wail that came from deep inside her. She writhed in her restraints, though more in response to the powerful sensations that ignited every nerve in her body than in any futile attempt to escape the vengeful nurse. Moving with a cold precision Sally stepped behind M’s head and released her head restraint completely, then shifted the head support so that M was forced to look down the length of her own body, past her heaving breasts to the V of her widespread legs. Sally jumped up to perch on the couch beside M, her back supported by M’s restrained thigh. Casually she dipped her hand between M’s thighs, her fingers plunging inside M’s sopping cunt. Sally withdrew her hand almost before M had realised what she had done and held up the evidence before M’s startled eyes. ‘See this you wanton little slut? Is this what pain does for you? Make you drip your juices? Well does it? Answer me slut!’ M closed her eyes and turned her head away squirming with embarrassment, but quite unable to deny the evidence. Feebly she nodded, tears welling and running down her cheeks. But Sally was having none of it! She took hold of M’s face in her juice smeared hand and shook her head from side to side.

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‘Look at me and answer the question slut! Do you like it when I spank your pussy?’ Helplessly M whispered an excruciatingly embarrassed ‘Yes’, but only found this rewarded by Sally taking her nipples between finger and thumb, digging her nails into the tender, blood engorged flesh. ‘Yes what slut?’ M moaned with pleasure as the wave of fresh sensation flooded through her, ‘Yes I like it...oh my god...yes!’ This last in response to Sally’s cruel nails releasing M’s nipples only to sink like claws into the flesh of both her breasts. ‘Yes, I know what you like you depraved little bitch...and you want more of it don’t you?’ Sally continued to cruelly kneed M’s breasts, watching her sweetly tormented face intently, judging the moment for maximum effect. When M did not respond she abruptly let go of her breasts and, ignoring her moans and whimpers, quickly unfastened all the restraints until M was free to move. Then she once more took M’s face in her hand and made her look into her eyes. ‘I am losing patience with you slut. If you want what I have to give then you have to ask for it - no beg for it, you understand? And you know you like it all don’t you? You like the pain,’ Sally whipped her palm up once more to spank M’s pouting pussy so hard she made her whole body jolt and arch her back off the table. ‘And you like the humiliation.’ Sally brought her hand to M’s face and smeared her musky juices all over her mouth, nose and eyes. ‘You like it all and you need it all, so get down off that couch and beg me for what you want!’ Abruptly Sally turned away from M and picking up the soiled research papers, walked to the other side of the room, sitting in one of the armchairs in the carpeted section. Ignoring M completely she crossed her legs and began to flick through the blurred pages. Hesitantly M climbed down off the couch and standing on tottering legs took a step toward Sally. ‘No! Sluts like you crawl! You may be allowed to stand if and when you redeem yourself, but for now... On your knees you little bitch!’ Sally did not even turn her head to speak, her apparent indifference to whether M obeyed her or not was like another slap in

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the face, she dropped to her knees and waited naked and head bowed down. ‘Good slut, now crawl to me and beg for your punishment!’ Something deep inside M shifted at these words. Before she heard them, even just seconds previously, she had been holding on to some fragile hope that she might walk out of here with some self respect intact, pushing the whole experience away to some dark forgotten corner of her mind where she might pretend it had all simply never happened, as she had each morning when her dreams faded with the sunlight - but no longer. This woman knew her, knew everything hidden and shameful about her, and more important than anything she had taken control, and was telling her to do precisely what she imagined herself doing in her fevered dreams each night. M could not resist, she would not resist any longer. The pretence was gone forever. Fantasy was now reality and there was no turning back.

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Chapter Eight M crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, feeling something like calmness and a form of inner inescapable certainty envelop her as she approached. Arriving at Sally’s feet she did not know what to do and so knelt and waited to be noticed, staring at the floor. Without warning Sally’s hand flicked out to slap her face, ‘You were told to beg me for your punishment slut! Obey or get out!’ The combination of the harsh words and the stinging blow reduced M once more to tears, she crawled forward on her knees and as her tears fell on Sally’s shoe she mumbled incoherently, the words, ‘sorry’ and ‘please punish me’ barely audible even to herself. Sally was not an unkind girl, indeed she was barely a year or so older than M, but she knew from her own experience that leniency in such circumstances was misplaced. Standing she took a handful of M’s hair and dragged her on her knees to the coffee table in the furnished half of the divided room. She made M bend over it, kicked her legs wide apart, and with her hand between the sobbing girl’s shoulder blades pushed her down until her breasts were squashed flat on the cool dark wood, while her bottom was raised in sweet supplication. Sally ran her hands over the smooth globes presented to her, feeling the satin soft skin and the muscles that trembled beneath it. Only now did she allow herself a triumphant smile. M had crawled to her! She belonged to her whether she knew it or not! Separating the twin globes Sally began a critical examination, remarking precisely and out loud on the disgusting hairiness of M’s cleft, describing in detail how she would pluck each hair one at a time, knowing that the girl was becoming increasingly aroused with every humiliating word she uttered. Then slapping the trembling girl’s pouting pussy lips she pushed two fingers inside her cunt twisting her fingers first one way and then the other as she thrust deeper with each twist. Then palm up she slowly withdrew her fingers to the accompaniment of a groan of protest from M.

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“You’re such a dirty little slut I think you want to feel my fingers up your bottom don’t you?” Sally did not wait for a response but ran quickly to fetch some latex gloves and some lube from the clinic. Seconds later she was back and admonishing M to hold her bottom cheeks apart. ‘Good slut!’ Sally exclaimed as she expertly snapped a glove onto her right hand and lubricated her thumb. She rested the tip of her thumb in the centre of M’s rosebud asshole and waited, knowing it would not take long for her new pet to respond. She was not disappointed. M whimpered as she lifted her bottom, aching to feel something – anything - penetrate her. ‘Who gave you permission to move your disgusting little bottom slut?’ Sally asked cruelly as she lifted her hand away. Her question only triggered a fresh outburst of sobbing so she relented and slowly pushed her thumb deep inside up to the knuckle, before withdrawing it again only to slip her thumb back inside as simultaneously her fingers plunged back into M’s juicy cunt. M gasped as her muscles contracted in spasm around the invading digits. Even the muscles of her thighs and belly began to tremble violently as Sally closed her grip deep inside her to squeeze her soft flesh between thumb and fingers. ‘You have no secrets from me little slut; I know you better than you know yourself. I know what you feel when I hold you like this, and I know how you feel when I remove my hand.’ Sally released her grip and withdrew her thumb and fingers as she spoke the words. ‘My hand is just an inch away little one, you have only to push back if you want my touch.’ Sally smiled as M immediately eased back, searching with her puckering ass and swollen dripping cunt for the touch she craved above all else. Resisting the urge to tease her new pet, Sally slipped her thumb and fingers back inside and began to finger fuck her with slow deep strokes. Meanwhile her left hand explored until she found M’s hard little clit sticking out to pertly from between her lips. This she began to flick cruelly, occasionally gripping the slippery hardness between her nails and pinching until M wailed with pain, even as she sobbed with the pleasure the pain released so strongly it swamped her senses.

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Sally stopped abruptly, ‘Well M, I don’t think we need at this point to give you any more pleasure do we? I believe we have successfully proved beyond doubt that you are an incorrigible slut who will happily demean herself for pleasure. Punishment was what you begged for I believe? Then you shall have it little slut!’ So saying Sally gripped M tighter deep inside her cunt and ass and grabbing her hair she dragged her to her feet and then propelled her on trembling legs to the storeroom. Through tear bleared eyes M noticed that the room had a large desk covered in computer equipment and monitors, various swivel chairs, a row of lockers and grey metal shelves piled high with boxes. She took all this in during the slight pause it took for Sally to shut the door behind them. Locking the door Sally pushed M over to the desk and releasing her grip on the wanton girl’s core, she made her bend over it and stand with her legs straight and spread wide. Then she used a small key to open a nearby locker and withdrew a tray of surgical-prep. utensils, which she deliberately set down before M’s horrified gaze. “Now let’s see if we can’t at least make you appear a little more presentable little slut. You want to be a good girl for me don’t you? You want to be nice and clean?” M could only nod her head, things were moving so fast she was totally bewildered and anxious only to please. ‘Don’t think for a second I’ve forgotten about your punishment – I just want you properly prepared,’ Sally continued as she fetched a bowl of hot water, ‘I won’t be served by a dirty smelly girl like you, no matter how pretty you are!’ Sally smiled to herself as she saw M respond to the insult and the compliment in equal measure. Yes, she thought, I know you very well you lovely luscious slut! Soaping up a flannel, Sally first gave M a vigorous wash, making sure she worked the rough flannel into all her intimate crevices, to the accompaniment of assorted moans and whimpers until long after M was thoroughly clean – not that she’d been dirty to begin with of course. When she had rinsed off the suds Sally parted M’s buttocks and lathered her ass with shaving cream before deftly shaving her smooth, plucking errant hairs with tweezers as she went. Then she

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turned the helpless and trembling girl over and shaved her prominent mound and swollen lips until not a single hair remained. Sally then inspected her new pet very carefully, repeatedly drawing her attention to her cunt - which never ceased to exude copious juices no matter what Sally did to her. She examined her breasts and pinched her nipples cruelly; she prodded her belly and made her stick out her tongue. To her delight Sally discovered M had a tongue piercing, but she covered her pleasure with a frown and told M to kneel with her tongue protruding until she returned. M was long past protesting anything Sally did to her, she had entered a dream like state where she need do nothing but comply in order to be rewarded with some new perverse pleasure or the wicked humiliation she had craved for so long. She knelt dutifully and gazed blankly at the floor for the two minutes it took for Sally to return and lock the door once more. ‘See this little slut?’ Sally held a fine silver chain between thumb and forefinger that glittered as she swung it to and fro. M nodded in puzzlement and then watched in fascination as Sally slowly lifted the front of her skirt. ‘Now see this!’ Sally said as she revealed the twin piercings through her labia. M could only moan around her protruding tongue, her eyes wide and her breath ragged. Minutes later M was on her knees with her head buried between Sally’s thighs and her tongue chained to Sally’s pussy while her tormentress sat comfortably in a swivel chair, with a length of rubber tubing in one hand and a remote control in the other. Without prompting, indeed as if born to the task, M began to lick and suck with enchanting eagerness. Pausing only for a second when she heard Sally sigh with pleasure and stroke her hair. Long minutes passed during which the only sounds to be heard were the loud slurpings of M’s busy tongue and the softly contented sighs of her first Mistress, but then another sound intruded. ‘Ah Miss M, Please take a seat I will be with you very shortly and will then explain everything you need to know about our research, before you agree to proceed ...’ Only then in the full horror of realising that everything that had been done to her had been recorded, did M stop licking. The sting of

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the rubber whip across her buttocks quickly brought her back to her duty, but she could not help but raise pleading eyes to Sally’s face, the question in them not needing to be voiced. Sally’s heart softened and she stroked her face and wiped away a tear. ‘We have always known little slut, from the first moment you never stood a chance. I wanted you and my Master – whom you know as the doctor - gave you to me. Really we both belong to him, but you won’t meet him again until I have taught you everything I know. We had such fun staging it all to trap you, even more fun in teasing you and I will take so very much more wicked pleasure in teaching you. But my sweet one, you will suffer, oh you will suffer terribly for my pleasure. But then that is what will make you happy won’t it my darling M?’ M’s eyes dropped in submission, her heart pounding in her chest, excitement and fear combined in equal proportion. For a few seconds she wondered how it would be and what would be done to her, but then she sighed and relaxed as she remembered with relief that such things were no longer hers to control. And so she returned to her task as the recorded sound of her own moans, cries and whimpers began to fill the room, and her adorably cruel Mistress began to cum.

The End

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