Exhausted, slumped, disassociating. I wish those were the only words to describe me right now. Naked, bound, gagged, exposed, humiliated, those are more relevant. All to discover the medical mystery of why my pussy doesn't get wet.

Even if my wrists weren't cuffed or my legs weren't strapped into these stirrups pushing them back towards my torso, I don't think I would have the energy to fight back anyways. Dr. Ellis has only made me cum twice, but they were both intense orgasms. Fingers, dildos, he forced the orgasms out of me, and each time he didn't let up until he could extend each one as long as he could. Still I lay here strapped down, my body tilted back with my ass and pussy raised up, my whole body quivering from the after effects of the last orgasm.

Five more minutes, one last test, Dr. Miller resets the timer and I start counting the tics.

One...two...three...four, just 296 more to go, five...six...

Dr. Ellis' gloved hand is parting my lips again, two fingers sliding between my folds and spreading them open, and I've already forgot what number I was on. He doesn't bother to announce what the test is. He decides to show Mark and Dr. Ellis. His other hand is already there, his thumb lightly coming down and resting on it, my small throbbing clit. A small jolt tenses my entire body, apparently I still have energy after all.

Slowly he starts, a small amount of pressure, and the smallest rotational motion. His touch is light, almost teasing. When Mark has tried to touch it in the past he is always direct, fast, intent, and it's always been too much, I've always pushed him away when he tries because it's too overwhelming. But this, this slow methodical motion by Dr. Ellis, it's good, fuck it's better than good right now it's perfect. Every complete circle he makes is like he winding up my gears, tightening my insides.

By the end of the last test my ability to try to resist had finished eroding away. My mind and body have given into the pleasure. My clit was craving attention, the last part of my pussy Dr. Ellis hadn't attacked yet, now this light teasing of his thumb, it's exactly what I need. I let it out, not even trying to stiffle it anymore, a moan into the gag penetrating my mouth. I'm letting my body respond how it wants, my hips are trying to push towards the doctors hands, but the straps on my waist and the stirrups pushing my legs back don't allow for anything more than small wiggles.

"Patient is much quicker to sexually respond from clitoral stimulation, is this normal at home Mr. Thompson?" Dr. Ellis asks Mark, his thumb not stopping or slowing for a moment.

For a brief moment, I'm brought back to the reality that Mark and Dr. Miller are here watching me too. I should feel shame that I'm wanting this while they watch me, but that doesn't matter anymore.

Mark answers, "No...she's usually too sensitive and she makes me stop if I touch there, but I've never really done it slowly either."

"Would it be a fair assumption that she has never had a climax dervied from her clitoris then?" Dr. Ellis asks.

"No, she doesn't touch herself either so I don't think she ever has," Mark replies.

"Please note this Dr. Miller, this could end up being a major factor with her lack of a secretion response, we will find out soon."

I hate the way they talk about me, like something mechanical they're trying to repair, but something about it is also heightening the situation for me. Mark talking about me sexually in front of them is...exciting now. Just 10 minutes ago I would have been mortified, angry, but the feelings have all changed.

His thumb keeps moving, he hasn't changed pace at all, my small moans keep escaping me, turning into small gargles with the gag. God I wish something was inside of me again, the attention on my clit makes my pussy ache for the dildo he was using on me just minutes ago. Still, even without it, this is nice, it's new, I didn't realize this was possible for me. Dr. Ellis though seems to notice that while I'm enjoying this, I also haven't cum yet.

"How much time left Dr. Miller?" he asks.

"Just less than two minutes," Dr. Miller responds.

Suddenly, his thumb is changing patterns, it's running straight up and down over my clit, faster than before. Fuck, this is what Mark does, and it's too much. I'm not moaning into the gag anymore, my throat is shouting into it. My toes are curling, my fingers digging into the soft armrests, my whole body is pushing against restraints to no avail. The only freedom is my head, and I'm shaking it back and forth, my eyes switching between being closed tightly shut and shooting wide open.

"Mr. Thompson can you help hold her head I don't want her hurting her neck from her movements," Dr Ellis requests of Mark. Mark's there above my head, hands reaching down to each side and holding me. I look straight up at him, desperation in my eyes, this is too intense, it's too much. Mark's looking back straight into me, he sees my distress, and I can tell for the first time today, he is worried too.

Mark looks up towards Dr. Ellis standing at the end of the table, his thumb still working my clit mercilessly. Before he says anything though it happens. I didn't even feel it approaching, the electric shock through my body with each flick over my clit over and over blinded me to my own orgasm building up inside of me.

My body explodes, like someone suddenly pulled a trigger, I'm cumming, harder than I ever have in my life. Every flick of Dr. Ellis' thumb is sending powerful shockwaves through my whole body on top of my orgasm, not just extending it, overriding it, it's a whole new layer of pleasure that is so intense it borders between overwhelming pleasure and pain. Each time I try catch my breath I'm only able to inhale for a split second before I'm screaming into the gag again, my boobs heaving up and down with each quick deep inhale.

It could have been ten seconds, it could have been 5 minutes, I'm not sure if I can tell how long he was flicking my clit for, but finally Dr. Ellis finally removes his thumb. My whole body starts to slowly ease back from pressing into the restraints, small involuntary twitches tense my body over and over. I'm trying to catch my breath, but the gag limits me to just using my nose. I can barely think, all I can do is listen, and pray that was the last test.

"Three minutes, fifty-seven seconds," Dr. Miller chimes. Less than a minute, he did that for less than a minute, but I feel like I just ran a marathon. Please, please let that be the last test. I'm not sure my body or mind can take any more from Dr. Ellis' expirementing with my pussy. He isn't touching my clit anymore, but his other hand is still spreading my pussy open. Even without touching it though my clit is still throbbing in aftershocks, each one like a phantom touch.

"Dr. Miller, Mr. Thompson come observe," Dr. Ellis says invitingly, a small joy in his voice. Mark leaves my head and steps around the table, joining the two doctors at the end of the table, the three of them gaze at my pussy still held open by Dr. Ellis' fingers.

Suddenly, a finger from his other hand is plunging into my hole, finding no resistance thanks to the dildos from the last test. Just as quickly though, he withdraws.

He holds his single finger up in the air, "The residual lubricant inside of her has turned blue. It would seem clitoral stimulation is the key to eliciting secretions. Dr. Miller please notate these findings on her chart." There is pride in his voice, as if Dr. Ellis just found a cure for a rare disease rather than just how to make a woman wet after attacking her pussy for the last thirty minutes.

"Is it ok that this is the only way? I don't think she will let me do that at home," Mark asks.

Dr. Ellis is removing his glove and washing his hands as he responds, "You can try alternatives at home that may help without being overwhelming. I recommend trying different toys, or some women find that they enjoy oral as an alternative to direct stimulation as well Mr. Thompson."

For a brief moment, in my exhausted humiliated state, I find something funny. Mark is receiving sex ed from a doctor, finally I'm not the only one being humiliated here. I can tell Mark feels embarrassed and a little bit inadequate.

Dr. Ellis walks back towards the table, picking up the remote he presses a single button and the table tilts back to a level position, my breasts finally swaying back to a normal position instead of towards my head. Next he lowers the table back to its normal height. With another press my legs are brought back to an outstretched position, more normal for typical stirrups, but still spread wide apart for the three men in the room to see.

"I think we are wrapped up here, we will take our leave so you can help her get released and down from the table to get dressed. Please take your time, she may be a bit shaky. If anything arises you can always call and make an appointment anytime," Dr. Ellis shakes Mark's hand, and Mark nods towards Dr. Miller as the two doctors leave the room. The door opening isn't even a thought anymore.

The door closes with a small click as Mark turns back towards me. He has a reassuring smile as his hands work to release the gag from my mouth.

"You were so good sweetheart, I know that was rough but I'm proud of you.".

He successfully unclips the belt of the gag, and pulls it out of my mouth. I'm still trying to catch my breath a bit, I lick my lips and adjust my jaw, finally free to move my mouth as I please, the idea of speaking feeling like something I haven't done in a lifetime. Mark moves to uncuff my left wrist next.

"Wait..." I say weakly. Mark stops, looking back at me confused.

I barely squeak out my thoughts, a mix of exhaustion but also embarrassment quieting my voice, "I can't...I mean...he can't be the last one. I need one more, please Mark."