As I lay there, finally totally immobile, you fingered my clit gently while telling me how you were going to give me the other injection. You told me you would remove the forceps from my other breast then give me the injection in the aureole. You wanted to see if I could take the additional stimulation of having it done there. I used my eyes to plead with you, almost choking against the gag in fear and dread, but you moved your fingers around the forceps and slowly released them. I screamed against the gag as the blood rushed into my poor nipple. I breathed hard and very fast in an effort to fight the pain and suddenly felt your fingers lightly working on my clit again. I almost climaxed but the master that you are, you knew what was about to happen and you withdrew them just in time. You then took another syringe and needle from the trolley and prepared the next injection. You swabbed my aureole, ensuring the skin was completely sterile, then slowly, very slowly, moved the needle towards it. I couldn’t move an inch as the needle entered the tender, bruised flesh and for a moment just sat beneath the surface before you very, very slowly forced it in. Your eyes were totally connected to mine. They were cold, cruel, but trying to gauge my reaction, the sensations I was feeling, how I was suffering, how it was arousing me. Somehow you just knew that watching the needle pushed into my flesh was sending me into a state of arousal I had never come close to. Again you slowly twisted the needle, watching me, comforting me, your cock pulsing, so aroused were you at what you were able to do to me, what you were achieving with me, how I was totally under your spell. You lowered your eyes from my face to look at the needle sunk into my breast and you felt a huge sense of power and excitement as you slowly but surely manipulate the needle in my flesh. Then you lower the plunger, slowly and deliberately, knowing how much the injection will alter the sensations and pain you were going to subject me to. Suddenly you withdraw the needle and dispose of it. You tell me you will let it take effect while you give me further injections. I am shocked ? further injections? More? I couldn’t take any more, I just couldn’t. I began to cry which in itself shamed me even more. You gently comforted me, stroking my forehead. I looked searchingly into your eyes to try to persuade you that enough was enough but unable to plead since the gag pressed deep into my mouth.

You gently told me you were going to give me an injection into my labia and the solution would spread around my clitoral area. I would feel a warmth spread over the area and after a while any form of touch or stimulation would be magnified beyond imagination ? certainly beyond any way in which you could explain. You then said you would give me a separate injection into the area around my anus, and that again it would drive me to a totally unique state of arousal and pleasure.

You moved behind the exam table and pushed the back up even more so I was almost sitting ? easier, you said, for me to see what you were doing to me. You then moved back down between my legs and prepared the syringe. You did not remove the forceps. My labia were glistening with my juices, and you had to use two swabs to prepare the site for the needle. The swabs were cold against my hot flesh as you clinically wiped me down. My heart was pounding, my teeth crushed against the gag. I watched as you lowered the needle to my labia and slowly but firmly inserted it, again right up to the nozzle of the syringe. While you held the labia firmly between thumb and forefinger you depressed the plunger and I felt the liquid empty into me. A heat spread almost immediately right over my exposed mound and I felt as though my clit was suddenly huge, swollen beyond belief and straining almost to explode. I moaned as you released my labia but kept the needle inside the flesh. With a finger you very softly just touched my clit and at the same time twisted the needle. Your eyes were totally connected to mine, watching my face, watching the pain reflected in my eyes, the intense pleasure from your finger gently manipulating my engorged clit. I almost climaxed there and then but you suddenly withdrew the needle and distracted me sufficiently to postpone what would have been an earth shattering orgasm.

Then quickly you prepared yet another syringe, another needle and I watched as you swabbed down the entrance to my ass. I couldn’t believe you were going to give me an injection there, surely it wasn’t possible. But sure enough, I had no choice but to watch you deliberately move the needle down to the sensitive flesh and cry out against the gag as you pushed it firmly and this time, quickly, in. How it looked, the needle deep inside the puckered flesh, the syringe full and ready to empty into me. You kept talking to me, telling me what you were going to do afterwards, when my flesh, when my sex was ready for more extreme examination. Down went the plunger and the liquid spread to my most intimate parts, warming the inside of my ass to a point of burn. I squirmed slightly and you brusquely told me not to move. To keep totally still or it would be worse. Again you twisted the needle into my flesh and again your gloved finger connected with my clit. Now, after the injection it was unbearably sensitive ? at a point you feel after orgasm when you cannot bear to be touched or stroked any more. It was unbearable, but still you manipulated the needle and still you stroked as again I was almost screaming and close to climaxing. Again you knew exactly when to stop. You had brought me to such a sensual height that I had reached a point where whatever you did to me I could take, I was sure. I was almost feeling as desperate for the pain as I was for the arousal. I wanted you to take me far beyond my fantasies, I had waited for years to find somebody with a greater imagination, a greater knowledge, who was experienced enough how to handle me. Now, in you, I had found so much more than that ? I could never have dreamed what you could and would do to me, how you held me in your thrall.

You told me there would be no more injections for today but that you wanted to examine the reaction again of my nipples now they were treated with the injections. So you returned to them, and removed the other forceps at which I screamed into the gag. You gently massaged the blood back into my poor, tortured nipple but since the injection had taken affect the sensations themselves nearly drove me to orgasm, even though you were not stimulating my clitoris. You soothed me as the pain began to diminish slightly but still the sensations raged. Then you reached over to the trolley and took a breast pump. You placed it over my nipple and aureole and watched my face as you began to slowly pump the air out. I watched, fascinated as my nipple was slowly sucked into the pump. I soon began to writhe as the sensations flooded my breast. With the other hand you just gently stroked the other nipple, so gently but it felt as if you were playing with my clit and not my nipple the sensations were so incredible. On you pumped my other breast, the pressure increasing to an almost unbearable pitch. Tempered with the gentle massage of my other nipple I was almost in ecstasy ? such a simple instrument, not exactly medical, but after the injections in my poor breasts it was driving me to distraction. You increased the pressure on my other nipple and slowly began to squeeze, watching my face as you did so. By now you could pump no more and my nipple felt a hundred times its normal size. You told me you usually start with the pump in order to increase the size of the nipples before using the forceps on them, but you wanted to save them until you had given me the injections. I was almost crying from the pressure from the pump, from your fingers tightening around the other nipple. I had dreamed about the kind of treatment I was getting on my nipples, fantasized, hoped for a partner who would fulfill the shameful fantasies I had always had about receiving this kind of treatment on my tits. And here I am, lying prone on an examination table, completely restrained, with a master of a doctor in scrubs, with tight latex gloves and surgical mask, leading me through a world I always knew existed but had never had the chance to experience.

You released the pump and I crushed my teeth against the gag at the reaction to my nipple. You immediately moved down the table and told me that at my next examination you would place electrical pads against my nipples and around my breasts, and would examine my responses to electrical impulses and shocks. My pussy tightened at the thought but I was relieved beyond belief that my tits would suffer no more this session. I felt I really was at my limit and my breasts would need time to heal from the injections, the cruel bruising and battering they had taken.

You told me that you would now carry out a full rectal examination. I tensed up again immediately as I watched you change gloves yet again and pick up the tube of lube. I felt by this time as if I was lying in a pool of sex juice, I imagined it must be running off the sides of the bed since I knew I was dripping uncontrollably and shamefully. Again I couldn’t help myself ? I glanced at your cock and the outline in your scrubs seemed even more swollen if that was possible. How on earth could you control yourself so incredibly, I wondered. I longed to reach out and touch you ? I was desperate just to touch your swollen member. But I could not even tell you that since I was gagged ? not that I would have done so, it is hardly polite to tell your doctor that you are desperate to stroke his cock that I wanted desperately to take it into my mouth, replace the gag with it and suck long and hard, stroking and prodding it with my tongue. I almost laughed at my own stupidity ? wondering about good manners when the very same doctor was about to stick his fingers into my ass again!

But first you said you would turn me over. I nearly died there and then from relief at the thought of being able to move. You slowly undid all the restraints including the strap over my forehead. You removed the gag and pushed your gloved finger into my mouth to try to massage some feeling back into it. The bitter taste of the latex almost caused me to gag but you were so gentle and comforting I soon relaxed and the saliva returned so I could again speak. Not that I could say much, you had pretty much rendered me speechless anyway. You told me you were going to turn me over on the exam table so that my legs were spread wide but my bottom was in the air. You helped me move around and lay down. I gasped as my bruised breasts were squashed beneath me and tried to find a comfortable position. Impossible. Then you pulled up my waist and slipped a firm pillow under my middle. By this stage I was past being shy about being so on show, I was occupied with the dread of what was going to happen to my butt. It was so sensitive after the cruel injections and I could not begin to imagine what you were going to do.

Chapter 3

After you had settled me so my butt was high and my legs spread, you again put the restrainers round my ankles and moved my hands above my head, tying them into restraints at the top of the exam table. I was so uncomfortable and told you so. Of course you just laughed gently and said that I would soon be distracted?

I couldn’t see what you were doing so instead you insisted on dictating every little thing just so my imagination was fired at the same time as you made your examination, or as you then told me, gave me my treatment. I felt your gloved fingers experimentally pull back my butt cheeks and I knew you were taking a good look at my tight, pink hole, although it felt like a tight, red, burning hole after the injection and I was dreading even the touch of your fingers. You let me wait, talking to me, explaining what you would be doing during the coming sessions. Explaining to me how you will do the enema, explaining how you will penetrate me with a wand which will send electrical impulses and shocks into my most intimate parts. But for now you said you would break me in gently. You showed me the most scary looking butt plug which you told me you would be using today while you also tested the reactions from your treatment of my G-Spot. I told you I had never found it and although I needed to be penetrated, it had never given me an orgasm and that is of course why I was there. I had only ever reached orgasm through clitoral stimulation and I wanted so much more.

You told me that you would be using urethral sounds on me, and you would be inserting a catheter. You even showed me a vibrating sound but said you would save it for later on ? for another appointment. You then said eventually you would work up to using ?sparklers’ on my anus and urethra, building up my capacity to withstand the electrical stimulation. But for now there was a lot to do before reaching that stage.

Suddenly a gloved finger made contact against my asshole. You slicked lubrication around the area and massaged it in gently, slowly increasing the pressure. Due to the injection just this preliminary exploration was almost too much to bear as I moaned with pleasure against the exam table. Then you pushed the finger firmly into my rectum and I grunted as you began to pump it in and out of me. With one hand you held my cheeks apart and with the other you added another finger to join the first. In and out you pumped, the rhythm driving me to distraction. For a while you said nothing while you concentrated on finger fucking my anus. Then you pulled them out and picked up an anal scope from the trolley of instruments. You showed it to me and explained how you would force it into me and open it wide so you can carry out your examination. I tensed as I felt the cold steel against my tight opening. You had slicked lube over it but with the heightened sensitivity from the injection, it felt as though there was no way I could take the insertion. With thumb and forefinger of one hand holding my cheeks stretched open, you pushed the scope up into my passage. Again I grunted and was breathing hard ? it felt too large to withstand, I was totally full and felt I would tear. You explained this was only the symptoms of the injection ? it heightened all the senses around the anal area, so I would feel extremely tight and swollen. You sat and began your examination of my anus, looking into the stretched and open hole. I felt a renewed shame and humiliation as I lay prone, with my butt in the air, the steel scope forced deep inside it and you carrying out your examination. Suddenly I felt your other hand reach down to my clitoris again and you flicked the nub hard causing me to gasp. You flicked again, harder, and again, all the while examining my asshole. The flicking became a rhythm, hard and fast, causing me to moan more and more loudly, begging for an orgasm, knowing that the steel was forced into my ass and you were inspecting and examining my most intimate hole. The more you flicked away at my clitoris the closer I came to orgasm, but suddenly you stopped flicking and withdrew the anal scope, leaving me gasping and confused ? instead you took the huge butt plug and without ceremony forced it up into my ass. You said you would like to give me another injection, this time in my butt cheeks. You said you would inject a harmless saline solution but that you wanted to examine my reaction to the successively larger needles you would be using. I begged you to leave it until next time ? indeed, you had taken me to a place where in a way I was eager to experience your needles, but my overriding thought was one of terror and fear.

You moved the trolley up towards the top of the examination table so you could prepare the syringes in front of me, so I could see exactly how huge and monstrous the needles were. Watching you plunge them into vials of solution was enough to know the same thing would happen to the flesh on my cheeks and I tried in vain to persuade you not to do that to me. I felt full to bursting with the plug clamped tightly up into my hole.

You moved down between my spread legs again and explained every detail of what you were doing ? of course I could not see because I was on my front with my butt up in the air, totally at your mercy. You swabbed down a patch on my left butt cheek and I felt you place the tip of the needle on the flesh and at the same time you took hold of the butt plug and rotated it firmly left to right, left to right. As you did so, you told me you were going to sink the needle deep into me, that it was much, much broader than the ones you used on my breasts, and that you would be twisting it around and may even pull it out and push it back in. You said it would take some time since you wanted to assess my reactions totally before moving onto the larger needle. All the time you were talking you just held the needle against the skin so it did not puncture it but threatened to do so any minute, while twisting the butt plug round and round. The anticipation as you talked, the dread, the fear of the needle being plunged into me was almost too much too take and I almost felt as though I would wet myself with fear as you went on talking to me in your cold, clinical voice.

Suddenly I felt the needle puncture my skin and begin its journey into my buttock. I gasped and moaned deeply as you sunk it in. I felt as you begin to turn it, twisting it back and forth in the same rhythm as you manipulated the plug shoved in my ass. I begged you to touch my clit in the hope the sensations would detract a little from the pain but you refused saying you want to assess my reactions without any distractions ? that you want me to feel fully the sensations of the pain of the needle in my flesh while my ass is filled. I felt you withdraw the needle and for one tiny moment forgot you told me that you would pump it back into me again and felt a moment’s relief, only to be shocked at the pain as you drove the needle back into my bruised flesh. You still had not injected the solution; that was still to come, you said. First, you wanted to ensure I would achieve the maximum sensations before the solution hit. You almost began to pump the needle in and out, it felt like that although I knew in reality probably that was not what you were doing. You then depressed the plunger and the solution fed into my cheek. I grunted again and again as you spoke clinically but gently of what you were doing, still working the plug around in my ass. You suddenly pulled the plug from my ass and withdrew the needle and disposed of it leaving me panting and short of breath with shock and desire. Then again you brought the trolley level with my eyes so I could see you prepare the next shot. I couldn’t believe the size of the needle and the syringe ? it looked like something you would use on a horse, not a human. I was so exhausted and needed to have a wee, and yet again pleaded with you to stop. With relief I watched you put the syringe down in the kidney dish on the trolley, stripped off your gloves, and began to untie the restraints. I thought my ordeal, the examination, was over and almost cried with relief but it was tempered with an incredible need for an orgasm. I was feeling a frustration I could never have imagined. I turned round gingerly and sat up on the edge of the bed. But instead of letting me get down off the exam table you told me to place my hands behind my back. I was confused and did so as you moved around the other side, behind me. Without my realizing what was happening, you had tied my hands behind me with rubber tubing. Again I was immobile and your examination of me clearly wasn’t over. You said I must be thirsty (you had ensured I had drunk a liter of water while I was in the waiting room and I thought you would be doing an ultrasound. And although I had been allowed to go to the bathroom a couple of times before being admitted to your office (which was strange I thought since for an ultrasound I would need to be full of water) you now brought another full glass to my lips and instructed me to drink it. I was horribly thirsty from having been gagged and gulped the water down with relief. I emptied the glass and you poured another. I was pretty full but you held it to my mouth and I had little choice but to empty it. Then another. You were literally forcing the water into me and suddenly I realized you intended to bring the fantasy I had shared with you to life. Why oh why had I not kept quiet? I started to beg you to stop but you just forced a fourth glass to my lips. Much of the water now spilt down my naked body as you forced the glass to my lips but you take a towel and dry me off before untying my hands and forcing me firmly back down on the exam table, on my back.

Already having been desperate to pee, now the need was becoming more urgent. Again you lifted my legs into the stirrups and closed the restraints and again you tied my arms above my head. You put another pair of gloves on and pulled apart my labia and I suddenly feel the cold steel of a urethral sound prodding insistently at my wee-hole. I am so desperate to pee and you have put towels beneath my backside in case I have an accident but then you tell me you are going to force me to urinate by stimulation ? just so you can check everything is in working order. You press down on my belly causing me to cry out as I tense every muscle possible to prevent me from the humiliation of wetting myself. You massage my belly, increasing the pressure while simply manipulating the steel sound at the entrance of my urethra, not inserting it, just toying with me. Then suddenly you release the sound and force two fingers up into my vagina and push deeply and firmly in. Then another finger joins them and you start to pump them in and out of me hard while the heel of your hand circles my belly with ever increasing pressure. My eyes are watering from the sensations you are causing and the immense effort not to lose control over your gloved hand. You have neglected the urethral sound and tell me that you will introduce it to me properly next time after all but that right now you want to see how much I can take without losing control and urinating and therefore how strong my muscles are. I writhe as much as my bonds allow as you increase the pressure on my belly and your fingers pump up against my bladder. Suddenly, without warning, I feel myself giving way and warm wetness seeps down between my legs and over your gloved hand. I am crying in earnest now, both from the incredible sensations your hands create and the humiliation of letting myself go, losing control and urinating, wetting myself. Your fingers inside move around and somehow hit my g-spot and your other hand moves from my belly to my left nipple. As your hand in my vagina still pressures more wee from my poor battered bladder, you begin to work on my nipple and the stimulation of your fingers to my g-spot is just too much to take. As you tug hard at my nipple, cruelly twisting it, I start to orgasm, great waves of sensation taking me over and causing a scream to let rip. I writhe, buck, scream and cry as your fingers still work inside me and you torture my nipples. You watch with a cold, clinical, detached look in your eyes, standing over me, as you take me higher and higher, the orgasm becoming more and more intense, the sensations after the cruel injections becoming ever more far reaching. Then finally, slowly the orgasm begins to subside and you withdraw your hand and gently massage my battered breasts. You tell me that I did unexpectedly well and that next time the enema was waiting for me as well as the catheter. I am too exhausted and traumatized to take anything in as you help me down from the exam table, the towels sodden with the water you had forced into me. I was shaking so much you sat me down and told me you were going to give me another injection to bring me down again. You told me you just need me to stand up once again and bend over the desk and you would be nice and quick, then I would start to relax almost immediately. I did as you ordered, unable to resist anything any more and I felt the cold swab as you cleaned yet another area of my buttock. Quickly this time you prepared the syringe and without warning plunged the needle into my cheek. I gasp only slightly this time, so far gone am I that the pain hardly seemed to register. Almost immediately I started to relax, my heart slowed and I calmed. But with the calm came a huge sense of shame at what had passed and how it had excited me. I glanced at the wet towels, at the spent syringes on the trolley, at the steel instruments and wondered if I would die right there and then from embarrassment. You stepped back around your desk and sat and started to make notes.

You looked up at my standing there dumbly, totally shell shocked and pointed me towards a side room which thankfully contained a shower and I stood under the pounding jets of water for what seemed like hours, washing away my shame and humiliation and soothing my bruised body. I knew there and then I would come back for another appointment, and another after that. My doctor had transformed my entire fantasy world into one of reality and although I was hesitant at the thought of more intimate treatment such as enemas and catheters I knew I would not be able to resist. I dried myself and dressed again, still shaking slightly, then let myself out into the examination room again. You stand up and tell me that my next appointment will be in one week and you look forward to seeing me then. A whole week of anticipation, dread, excitement and arousal. What would come next time I wondered?