There's movement between my legs as the other doctors remove the dildo from my anus and place a new, bigger, dildo on the machine, which they place nearly all the way into my vagina ensuring that I will receive a deep fucking. Dr Jamieson then picks up a small, black, vibrator which doesn't look particularly intimidating. Suddenly, my doctor removed his hand from my face, I assume so he can start the machine but instead he moves the straps underneath my head from the mask harness to their positions on the mask which holds it firmly in place. Then he picks up his phone, and starts the machine, it's slow at first as he gradually increases the speed then Jamieson switches on the vibrator and begins running it around my labia before finally connecting with my clitoris. No more than a muffled yelp makes it out of my mouth - that thing packs a punch! I'm cumming before I know it and it just continues with the vibrator bringing me repeatedly to climax. It starts to hurt but Jamieson keeps it running over my clitoris and all I can do is moan as I consume the pleasure and the pain from the strong vibrations. 'Such a good girl. Keep breathing the oxygen and keep cumming.' My doctor presses the mask to my face with both hands and I tell myself to breath as I try not to get lost in the orgasms that are being ripped from my body. My clitoris is on fire, it hurts so much that I start to clench my hands in the air. Jamieson looks at them with amusement then turns toward my doctor silently asking whether he should continue then the vibrator moves onto my labia again giving me a bit of respite. The dildo, however, has increased in speed and is fucking me fast. Jamieson finally speaks 'I think one last orgasm is in order', then the vibrator reconnects my clitoris and my orgasm is instantaneous, all 3 of them in fact in quick succession, then everything stops. My doctor strokes me cheek as my body writhes in the aftershocks of my last orgasms and when I finally stop, they remove the dildo from my vagina and start to unstrap me. My doctor gently sits me up and hugs me while I lean on him too tired to reciprocate. 'Such a good girl. I'd say that was a successful treatment. Let's get you home and cleaned up.' I don't respond, instead I let him manoeuvre me around. He gets me down from the table, holding onto me tightly until I can walk again, then into the shower where he gently washes my body (wearing his hazmat suit again so he doesn't get wet). He dries me off and produces my clothes from the day before - I hadn't even realised he'd kept my clothes when he gave me a new outfit to wear. 'Now where's that trench coat of yours?' He winks at me and my initial confusion turns to giggles as I realise he knew I'd tried to cover up his choice of clothes for me. I take it out my bag and put it on. 'Perfect!' He smiles at me and says 'Now let's get you home and tucked into bed.' We leave the building and get into his car, and he drives to my place. Once in my apartment, he directs me to change into my pyjamas and climb into bed. He brings me a glass of water and kisses me on the cheek. 'Now, off to sleep. I'll be in touch about your next appointment.' 'Night, night' I respond and I'm asleep before I hear him leave my apartment. My doctor. All mine.