I was a nervous wreck, and in mild pain, when the exam room door opened. Standing in the doorway was the hottest doctor I had ever seen. He looked young, he was probably in his thirties but he looked like he was my age. Despite everything that I had been through tonight, I knew my lady parts were still working. When he smiled at me I felt like I could forget about everything that happened. After the introductions he said, “Alright, Cam. I have read over your chart, but can you tell me exactly what happened.” Well, so much for forgetting.

I replayed my story for him, and every time he praised me and told me to do something, I got this strange happy feeling. While I was telling my story he made me feel comfortable, and I didn’t feel like I was being judged at all.

“Cam, can you rate your pain from 0-10 for me? 0 being no pain at all, and 10 being the worst pain possible.”

“Umm… I don’t know. I’m not hurting that bad right now, I’m just uncomfortable, so maybe a 1.”

“Alright, I’m glad you’re not hurting right now. I’m going to be honest with you though, when I start to remove the items, it is going to be very uncomfortable. I will be as gentle as possible, but I’m afraid it can’t be helped. So, if it is ok with you, I’m going to call my nurse in here to start an IV and give you some medicine to help relax and numb you.”

“No! Sorry, no medicine. I don’t take anything stronger than what you can buy over the counter.”

“Cam, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, let me know if you change your mind at any point. I’m just going to check your heart and lungs first.”

After listening for a minute or so, he put the stethoscope back over his neck.

“Everything sounds good.”

With that finished he gets this look on his face like he has some bad news to tell me.

“I’m going to start at the top and work my way down. I’m going to take the clamps off your nipples first. Was this the first time you’ve ever had nipple clamps applied?”

I nodded yes, and he took a deep breath.

“The thing about clamps, depending on the type, when they are first applied they give a sudden sharp pinch, the degree of pain varies on the style. After the sudden pain it eases off to a gentle throb or pressure. However, when they are removed, it is often more painful than when they first go on.”

“I have done quite a lot of research, so I have an idea of what’s to come.”

He nodded his head and just like that the sympathy I saw in his eyes was gone. In its place was a man who cared that he was going to have to hurt me to help me, yet who was in control and had to do what had to be done.

“I need you to lower the top part of your gown for me.”

He said this in an authoritative voice that sent shivers down me, straight into my already sore nipples. I did what he asked with no hesitation. He glances down at the clamps, and a look passes over his face very quickly, I couldn’t tell what it was. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t . He walks over to a cabinet and takes out a small bowl and a wash cloth. He fills the bowl with water, and puts it on a tray by the bed.

“What’s that for?”

“The warm water will help soothe you as the blood returns to the area.”

As he says that, he puts on gloves while taking a closer longer look at the clamps. He shakes his head, and he looks a little disgusted. I can’t help but to turn red and feel embarrassed. After all, I did talk about wanting to experience nipple clamps with Brad, the guy who did this to me. At least, that’s what he told me his name was. I just didn’t imagine that they would hurt that bad, and be that unforgiving. It wasn’t erotic at all, at least the way he done it. Still, it’s humiliating that Dr. Cook is disgusted by it. Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me for wanting the things I want.

“Alright, these types of clamps are called alligator clamps. They have small teeth on the edges to deliver more pain.” Wow, he really knows his stuff. I guess he sees a lot of patients like this. I think to myself while he continues his explanation.

“To get them off, I’m going to squeeze the top of them, like you would a clothes pin. The blood will then rush back into the nipple, causing an intense pain. I will then apply the warm water, and that should help ease the pain fairly quickly. As I said it will be very intense but shouldn’t last that long. I will do it quickly, to get it over with. Are you ready?”

“I think so…”

He places his thumb and forefinger over the top of the clamp, and looks at me.

“I want you to take a deep breath in, and blow it out when I say…”

I do as he says, and as I blow out he takes off the clamp. The pain is a lot stronger than I thought it would be. I can’t help but cry out, and tears come to my eyes instantly. Without thinking I automatically reach up to grab my nipple. As soon as I do, he moves my hand out of the way and replaces it with the hot wet rag. He gently grabs my breast and nipple through it.

“No!” I shout through tears, because I’m afraid it will hurt me more, it doesn’t though, it actually feels very pleasant. He gently rubs and massages me through the rag, while whispering and comforting me.

“Shhh… Good girl… You’re doing so good… Just relax... That’s it…”

The initial pain tapers off to a gentle throb in less than a minute. I take a deep breath and relax into his hand. My nipple is so sore, and sensitive, yet it feels really good. I have my eyes closed and when I finally open them, I see his green ones looking back into mine. I think I see arousal in them, but that can’t be right.

“Are you alright now?”

“I…I think so…That was a lot worse than I thought it would be. The warmth seemed to really help though.”

“Good, I was hoping it would. I’m going to do the other one now.”

He reaches over for the top of the other one.

“No, wait. Please…”

“Cam, take a deep breath…”

He says this in a voice that brooks no argument. This time I hesitate for a second, because I know what’s coming, but I can’t disobey him. Something in me won’t let me.

I let this breath out like he tells me to, and this time the pain seems even worse. I cry out again, and he applies the wash cloth like last time, comforting me the best way he can. I get the same feelings I did last time as well, except even more strongly. I can actually feel my wetness. How can I get those feelings in a time like this? When he looks at me the look he gives me says he knows exactly what this is doing to me… but that’s not possible. I’m obviously just being paranoid. He raises the top part of my gown back up, covering me.

“That part is over. How are you feeling?”

Aroused and excited I think to myself, but out loud I say, “Sore and very sensitive.”

“That’s completely normal. The sensitivity should subside in an hour or so, but I’m afraid you may be sore for a couple of days. Are you sure you don’t want any pain medicine?”

“I’m sure.”

He lays the top of the bed back, but I’m still very slightly elevated. Great, I guess it’s time for him to do everything between my legs. I wonder if he will notice my wetness. I feel myself blush at that thought. He covers me from my waist down with a sheet. He must read the questions on my face.

“I’m going to examine your stomach and back for any other injuries. To do that I will have to pull your gown up to below your breasts, so the sheet will keep your bottom part covered.”

With that explanation he begins pulling the gown up exposing me from my bellybutton up to right below my boobs. Unfortunately, he then lowers the sheet to my pelvic bone. He then pushes on different places on my tummy checking for any pain. He then has me sit up so he can look at my back. I can feel air on the top part of my butt, and know that he can see my crack .

“There’s some redness, welts, and bruising from the belt, but there’s no permanent damage. You should heal up fine in a day or two.”

He has me lay back down again, and then lowers the bottom part of my gown back down, but leaves the bed in the same position. I watch him walk to the foot of the bed and reach underneath it. What he brings out sends me into a panic attack. They were only stirrups, not even like the kind Brad used, yet they terrified me. Dr. Cook quickly walks back to the head of the bed and helps me sit up. I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Shhh… Cam, look at me.”

I look him in the eye and I try to catch my breath.

“Breathe with me. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Don’t take your eyes off of me.”

I try to breathe with him, and eventually he calms me down.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I would react like that.”

“It’s understandable. Your feet will just rest on them, ok. You won’t be tied down or restrained in any way. At any point if you need a break, all you have to do is tell me, alright?”

“Ok, I think I can do it, now.”

“Good girl. Just lay back down and then gently slide your bottom to the foot of the bed. I know you’re uncomfortable so take your time. You don’t have to put your feet in the stirrups yet.”

I slowly make my way down to the bottom of the bed, the clamps there tugging a little as I moved. As I do that he sits down on his rolling stool. Once I’m at the bottom he tells me to take some nice deep breaths.

“When you’re ready, put your feet in the stirrups for me.”

It’s now or never. I shakily put my feet up. He helps guide my feet to where they need to be. Luckily, the sheet still covers me up, so I know he can’t see anything. I know that won’t last long, though.

“Cam, I’m going to move the sheet now…”

He rolls the sheet up over my legs, until it’s resting at my waist. I see him and I’ll be able see what he’s doing for the most part.

“Relax your legs to the side. Just let them fall open.”

He looks up at me to make sure I’m doing alright.

“You’re going to feel me touching you. Let me know if you need me to stop at any point.”

I feel his hands on my thighs first, and then I feel him gently spread my lips, being mindful of the clamps still attached. I feel him spread me open farther, right at my pee hole and my entrance. I stiffen up. He looks up at me.

“Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah.”

He goes back to inspecting me.

“Cam, I’ve noticed some redness at your urethra… Did he do anything there?”

“Umm… I think he tried to insert this metal rod like object, but it wouldn’t go…”

“Ok, I’m going to give you some antibiotics before you leave, just to make sure you don’t get a urinary tract infection… I can tell that there is something inside your vagina, but I can’t really see what it is. I’m going to gently insert my finger to try to get a better feel about what the object is and how big it is. It may be a little uncomfortable, and you’ll feel some pressure.”

I’m a little sore there, so I wince a little when he inserts his finger. He just gets the tip of his finger in, when I feel the object shift inside of me. There’s a lot of pressure and a little bit of a burning sensation as he moves his finger around the edge of it. I guess to see how big it is. He removes his finger and looks up at me again.

“Cam, do you remember seeing the object he used?”

“No.”

“Ok, can you tell me what exactly you felt when he inserted it?”

I’m a little confused by his question, but I try to explain as best as I can.

“I just felt a lot of pressure and felt a slight burning stretching feeling as he pushed it up into me. It felt big, but not huge. Then, I heard a hissing sound and felt the pressure getting more and more intense up inside of me. When I thought I would burst it finally stopped, and I felt myself close up around it. I thought he would take it out, but he didn’t.”

I could see the anger in his eyes, but it only lasted a split second.

“That’s what I thought you would say. What he used is a type of inflatable toy. Most of them have a bulb that you squeeze to inflate it, the bulb also has a release valve on the side to deflate it, like a blood pressure cuff. This kind however, has a hole in the bottom off it kind of like a football. You insert a special tube into it and it inflates. Unlike the other toys, however, you insert the tube into the hole at the top of it to release the air…”

“But, if it’s inside of me, how can you reach the top of it?”

“That’s the whole point of it… you can’t deflate it until it comes out.”

It slowly sunk in what he was telling me… It was going to be a lot worse coming out than it was going in...

“I’m going to finish examining you, ok?”

I nodded and felt him touching me again. This time I felt him spread my cheeks.

“Well, the good news is, it looks like he used a plain butt-plug here. I need to see what size he used, to make sure that I will be able to remove it without causing any damage.”

“How will you do that since it’s inside me?”

He stops touching me and I feel my cheeks go back together, well as much as they can in this position. He rolls his chair to the side and gets a tube of something out of a drawer, and rolls back over to me. He squeezes something clear and thick onto his finger as he’s talking to me.

“I’m going to try to insert my finger around the base of it to try to determine the size. It might be slightly painful since I will have to stretch you some. Just try to bear with me…”

I feel him part me again, and shift the plug down so he can have access to my stretched hole. Just that slight movement sends a burning sensation around my ring. I wince.

“Sorry, I know it’s uncomfortable.”

He spreads the lube all around my hole, and applies more. He then tries to gently slide his finger along the plug inside of me. This stretches me even more.

“Oww…”

I can’t help but tense up.

“I know, but don’t tense up.”

I try to relax, but I can’t.

“Cam, look at me.”

At that order I make eye contact.

“Relax your bottom… now.”

I focus all of my attention on my bottom and try to make myself do as he says.

“That’s better, but I want you to bear down for me.”

I push out, and let out a small yelp as his finger stretches me more as it is inserted.

“Good girl.”

He runs his finger around the entire width of the bottom of the plug, and the stretching hurts so bad.

“Oww… it hurts.”

I say as I’m trying to be good and not fuss or cry. Just like that, he removes his finger. He looks at me again and removes his gloves.

“The good thing is, I will be able to remove it without tearing you, however, it is going to hurt. It’s going to be worse than my finger just now. I can give you some medicine to help though.”

“No, I don’t want pain medicine. I’ll be ok.”

“Alright, if you’re sure. I’m going to give your bottom some time to rest. In the meantime, I’m going to start by removing the clamps, then the toy in your vagina. Hopefully, once that’s removed it will be easier to get the plug out, because there won’t be anything pushing against it. If you’re ready, I’ll get started…”

And with that he snaps on new gloves…