Peter Downs
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Views: 9564 Created: 2007.07.08 Updated: 2007.07.08

Mistress Beth

Mistress Beth

Unlike many late teens who enter college without a clue as to what they want to study or purse as a career, I was totally dedicated to the idea of practicing medicine. More specifically, I wanted to go into sports medicine, to treat athletes who had magnificently toned bodies and took care of themselves, just like I did. To help pay college tuition, I worked at the hospital on the weekends and participated as a subject (guinea pig) in any medical research studies for which I could get paid. Having very little time for dating, I resorted to frequent masturbation…in all sorts of creative ways (which is a story that I can relate later in another episode).

Unfortunately, after several years of stressful studying, weekend work and lack of female companionship, I found it more difficult to have sustained erections, which also really put a damper on my fun with masturbation. So when the research study at the on "erectile dysfunction" was announced, I signed up. Fortunately for me, my encounter was a landmark event for me and proved that my "ailment" was not necessarily physical.

I arrived at the research clinic early on Saturday morning. I felt nervous and edgy. I like being examined but hate being felt by some guy probing and prodding me and sticking his fingers who knows where. The study advertisement said that the study would require an initial exam and then two sessions of overnight study, but they would pay me $300. I could use the money and the help.

Well, I entered the research clinic office and looked around. The office was fairly bare. There was nothing on the walls and there were cardboard boxes piled here and there around the office. It looks like someone had just moved in.

A very young, enthusiastic, blonde woman got up from behind a desk and quickly approached me. She presented her hand and smiled. "Hi, you must be Peter Downs. I'm Beth Harton and I will be your project manager," she says and gives me the kind of handshake that leaves your hand wanting more.

I am totally surprised, because Beth was a cheerleader at my high school when I was a freshman. I worshipped her, but she most likely never knew who I was. Her younger sister has also been a freshman in my class and was also was a fox!

Beth tells me she has gotten a research grant to work with the hospital. She was a registered nurse (RN), had just finished her masters in psychology and had entered the doctorate program here at the university. For her thesis she was researching the psychology of penile erections.

She had vivid blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and I noticed that she had no wedding band. I can tell she still liked to work out by the way her soft, pink shirt clung around her full round breasts and hugged her tiny, flat waist. As she turned and glided around the desk, I thought that no doubt a washboard tummy still goes with those lovely breasts and tight ass in that 5'2" athletic, feminine body. She sat down at her desk and took out a clip board. I tell her that I was not sure that I qualified for the study but needed the money.

"Well, we will determine that today, Peter. How long has it been since you had a complete physical?" She asked in her very Southern, very melodious, very sexy voice.

Stupidly, I said I can't even remember the last time. I stuttered that I thought it was when I was a senior in high school. Beth said that that would be no problem because she would personally make sure that I was thoroughly examined.

"Part of the exam I will do, Peter. I hope that you will be candid with me, we being from the same hometown and all. And please remember that all of this is completely confidential. "

"How did you know where I was from?" I spouted out. I must have looked pretty dumbfounded.

"Peter, you put this on your application! Now, in this study, you will need to follow orders, too. Do you understand?" Her Southern gal image had suddenly dissolved. Beth made it very clear that she would definitely be in charge…or else! She then smiled that sexy smile that I had dreamed about in my masturbation episodes. Yes, she had been the one I had worshipped during my "hand relief" rescues. How could I resist her?

"Uh…Yes, Ms. Harton. I understand," I gulped. Again, I must have looked pretty stupid.

Beth handed me the clipboard and told me to look over the questionnaire. As she bent over the desk, her shirt opened slightly and confirmed that her voluptuous breasts were genuine. I inhaled her flowery perfume and I felt light-headed. I would do whatever she said to do.

"Fortunately we have a more comfortable room for you," she purred. "Simply go through the door and have a seat on the couch. I'll come for you in a few minutes."

I did as I was ordered. The large, carpeted room was very cozy and warm, with a leather couch, an executive chair, several coffee tables and lamps on one end of room. Above the couch was a very large print of a beautiful, nude woman. My God, that print was of Beth! She is a goddess. On the other end of the room was what looked like a medical examination table, chrome lamp and various medical supplies on the wall shelves. She must do everything in one room, I thought. I followed her orders and sat on the couch.

There were some 300 questions to be answered, mostly in a yes/no format and all of them were sex related. Some were straightforward enough, starting with the "Have you ever had intercourse?" variety…then going to such questions as masturbation practices . oral/anal activities . group activities… homo/hetero/bi. And then eventually moving on to some very strange but fascinating sounding sexual practices. After about a half an hour, Beth knocked on the door, stuck her head in and smiled.

"Ok, Peter, are you ready for me now?" she drawled. Without waiting for my answer, she came on in and sat in the chair in front of me, crossing her legs slowly. I gasped as I noticed that she had no panties on….catching a brief glimpse of her blonde bush between those firm thighs.

"There is no need for any modesty in this study, Peter. I need you. I need your cooperation. And we will make it worth your while. Do you understand?'

"Yes ma'am," I whispered.

"Well, you and I are going to do just fine," she drawled again, "as long as you do what I say. And I'm sure you will."

The inquisition began. Nothing passed her scrutiny. She asked about my family, how much exercise I get (some when I can), whether I drink, smoke, and how my sex life was going. I tell her trying to be funny : "What sex life?", explaining that I am working my way through school.

"Well, Peter…that is interesting."

She continued with in-depth questions. Have you ever : "Have you ever tasted your own sperm?"; "Have you ever inserted your finger into your rectum? "; "Have you ever used a vibrator?"; "Have you ever practiced masochism?"; "Have your ever practiced domination?"; "Have your ever practiced bondage?"; "Have your ever practiced sodomy?"; and on and on?

All during the rapid fire questioning, she spoke softly, repeatedly crossed her legs slowly enough for me to gaze at her cute, feminine bush and teasing me with her smiles.

Next thing I know she had ushered me over to the examination table for a checkup. She then opened up a drawer and pulled out one of those thin, green gowns that patients wear.

"Take off all your clothes and put this on," she said and then turned and walked out the door.

I had assumed that she would have a doctor see me to do a physical, so I keep on only my shorts and quickly put the gown on. I must have sat there for 30 minutes before she came back in.

Again, she knocked on the door, peered around and smiled at me. Then she bounced in…with that perky, cheerleader prance of hers.

"Peter, Are you excited?" she purred. I admit that I didn't understand her question, but decided to echo her enthusiasm.

"Yes ma'am" I uttered.

"Good, you are a good boy" she replied. "Now let's look at your dick, Peter."

This took me totally by surprise. I just stared at her.

"Peter….take off your gown," she ordered. I quickly dropped the gown.

"Peter, you are a bad boy," she shouted. "I told you to take off your clothes. Do you want me to spank you?"

Again, I said nothing. I guess my mouth was so open that my chin was on the floor.

"Speak up, Peter," she demanded. "You need to know that I take my work very seriously. I am also a registered nurse, so I am used doing preliminary examinations and seeing penises. That is now my work…my research…my devotion. I know how they work and what they are for. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered again and took down my drawers.

Here I was…completed naked in front of my fantasy goddess. She was smiling at me and knew that she was in complete control. I would do whatever she wanted. And if I didn't, she would spank me. It was a win-win situation.

She ordered me sit on the examination table.

"Today I will handle you mostly," Beth purred again and smiled. "This is an introduction, a preliminary exam. Our goal is to determine why you can't get a hard. I want to use various techniques on you this morning. Are you ok about this…or do we need to stop now?"

"Yes, ma'am," I responded gleefully. She was in charge and wanted to use "various techniques" on me. Wow, I felt that I was in a trance. Whatever Beth wanted, I would do.

"Good boy! Now sit up on the table so I can look you over."

The table was somewhat cold, but it was a turn-on to be naked in front of Beth and to have my dick and balls laying on the table in front of me for her…and she knew it. She had a slight smile as she slowly looked me over. She must have known that I would be an easy subject for her. Especially when my dick started to get semi-hard.

Taking her time, She stood between my open thighs and looked in my nose, throat and ears. She was so close that I could inhale the freshness of her hair. Her cold stethoscope quickly brought me back as it pushed against several parts of my chest. She walked to my side. Her soft, firm, warm hands gripped my back as she listened to the sound of my heart.

By now my heartbeat must have been high because I felt totally vulnerable and nervous. I wasn't sure what was coming next. She completed the requisite steps, such as the rubber hammer to the knee. I obliged with the necessary kick.

"Lay back, Peter," she ordered as she pulled a rubber glove over her right hand.

"Just let me pull these up a little," she said as she gently lifted my testicles in her left hand. "So, Peter, does this hurt?"

"No, ma'am. I feel fine." Wow, Beth Harton was fondling my balls.

"Well just tell me if anything hurts," she instructs. By this time she had pushed my penis up against my stomach and was holding it there with her right hand. Her thumb and fore finger gently holding both sides of my penis just below the glans while her left hand slowly and deliberately massaged each testicle, in turn, though my sagging scrotum. She then turned her attention to my penis.

"Do you ever have blood or puss in your urine?" she asks.

"No, Ma'am"

Not to be dissuaded, she continues with her interrogation. "When you have had an erection, have you ever have any pain?"

"No, ma'am" I reply, "But I haven't had sex in a long time. I don't have a girlfriend at the moment."

"Do you masturbate often now?"

Taken totally by surprise, and now, totally uptight, I replied, "Yes, ma'am. Why do you ask?"

"Well, because there is a little redness just below your glans. And I notice that there appears to be some minor chafing and some small red lines immediately above your circumcision scar,"

A red glow rises in my cheeks and a fire warm feeling flows from my neck up to my forehead. "I sometimes get a little sore there," I respond.

"When you are erect, is there much movement in the shaft skin?" she asks.

My mouth hung open in amazement. By this time I really felt my heart pounding. She continued to examine my penis and running her gloved forefinger along my circumcision scar.

"You have a fairly wide scar. This may indicate that you were cut too tight when you were circumcised. As the skin has stretched it has widened giving you a broad circumcision scar. Do you ever have rawness above the circumcision scar when you masturbate?" she asks.

Wishing I could shrivel up and die, I reply "Well, I guess sometimes. But I usually use hand cream. Otherwise I do get a little sore."

"I should really check this out. You just relax", she says as my obviously growing member begins to fill her hand.

"Don't be embarrassed, many men get erections when their penis is touched. After all, you are only 21. You are in your sexual prime. And not having sex recently, you will probably be easily stimulated."

She removed both gloves and took my now half-erect penis between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She ran her left fore finger along the underside of my penis from the top of my hairy ball sack up to and over my wide brown circumcision scar and up to my pee hole.

To my amazement, I did not get a full erection. But she continued to talk to me clinically.

"Do you find the skin above your circumcision scar is more sensitive than the shaft skin below?" she asks.

"Sure," I say as she continues to run her finger slowly up and down the underside of my penis. Still my dick would not get hard.

"The skin between your scar and glans is the remainder of your foreskin," she states as if lecturing to a medical student. "It is typically more sensitive than the remaining shaft skin."

She then released my penis and it fell back on the cold table. Her deep blue eyes looked directly into my face and she smiled broadly. She clearly enjoyed her job.

"You will be quite a challenge," she said to my dick as she smiled softly and stoked the upper side of my dick as it rested on the table. "Most of my subjects are hard as a rock when I do this preliminary exam. You will be a good subject for our experimental ‘ed' drug.

Then she looked at me with those blue eyes, smiled and whispered, "Peter. When you signed up for this project, you agreed to try a new drug that helps with erectile disfunction. I want you to take it now and let's see how hard you can get. Is this ok with you…or do you want to stop now?"

"No, ma'am," I gulped. "I had hoped that this study would help me. I will do whatever you say, Mistress Beth." And I really meant it. I was really embarrassed that this goddess' fondling had not gotten me up. I was worried.

"You are a good boy," she said. "Many boys have heard about the study and have tried to fool me. You're not trying to do this, are you, Peter?"

"No, ma'am."

"You will be rewarded, Peter," Beth whispered over her shoulder as she unlocked a medicine cabinet, took out a bottle and emptied a blue, oval pill into her hand. She filled a glass with water and glided back to me, looked at me with those blue eyes and said, "Take this pill. I will bring you a sandwich and juice shortly. Put your gown back on and rest. You will need it."

Then she left. She came back in 10 minutes as promised. "Be a good boy and don't masturbate while I am gone. I will be back in about thirty minutes."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am." I would have done anything for Mistress Beth…and she knew it. And I am so glad that did.

I enjoyed the food and juice. Wonder what we will do next, I thought. By the time I finished my sandwich, I was fantasizing about what Mistress Beth would do when she returned. She obviously was dedicated to this research. Did I disappoint her by not getting hard? Could she make me hard? Would the blue tablet work or was my growing erection just from my fantasy about Beth? My dick was getting full…it was nice. But Beth told me not to masturbate. Dare I? Can I?

It seemed like forever before Beth returned. After about a half hour, Beth knocked on the door, stuck her head in and smiled.

"Are you ready for me yet," she asked. And without giving me time to answer, she came in the door. This time she wore a white, hospital smock. Beth looked down at my gown and smiled, realizing that my swollen member was waiting properly for her.

"Let me see just how tight the skin is," she quickly said and moved quickly over to the couch and lifted my gown. Her touch was very gentle. I watched as she carefully closed her grip a quarter of an inch below the head of my penis. In a gentle, slow stroke she pushed the taught skin up until it bunched under my glans. She forced the skin up as far as it will go until I feel a twinge of pain. In doing so, my scrotum was pulled a quarter of the way up along my shaft.

Suddenly, she jerked the skin hard. I jump a little as I felt the shaft skin suddenly pull taught dragging the flared rim of my glans down so that it appeared as a minor hill along a smooth landscape.

Again, she squeezed my dick with her bare, hot hand. Back and forth, and back and forth goes her powerful grip alternatively stretching my shaft skin to its physical limits. Involuntarily my back arches. A rush of air hisses through my nostrils as I suddenly breath in a violent rush of air. My clenched teeth and tightly shut lips prevent any air from entering my lungs through my mouth.

"Very good. You are a good boy," Beth whispers as she suddenly stops her rhythmic strokes. I can feel sweat puddling between the small of my back and the leather covered couch.

In a desperate attempt to distract my attention I ask, "Do you usually do this when you enter a room?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "But you have been such a good boy, Peter. Really you have."

She was stooping over me and I can see her left nipple poking through the opening in her smock. I also noticed that she has nothing on under the smock…and her pink nipple was at least an inch long. I become conscious of my cock again.

"You've got a particularly handsome penis. And I've rarely seen a penis whose veins bulge out as much as yours do," said Beth. She once again gripped my throbbing member and pulled me toward the examination table. I obeyed her pull and followed her. She then pulled my gown off and pointed to the examination table. I obediently sat on the end of the table.

"Spread your legs a little more," she said, obviously intending to continue her examination. "Have you had a prostate exam before?"

"Yeah," I replied with a groan.

Recognizing my sarcasm, Beth laughed. "No need to be a bad boy, Peter. Stand up NOW! Bend over and touch your toes…NOW!." I was stunned. Was she going to check my prostate now…like this? But I quickly did as commanded, bent over. I shut my eyes and waited for penetration.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Beth slapped me on my buttocks with an open hand…twice on each cheek. She nearly knocked me over. My bottom was tinkling, but It felt surprisingly wonderful and I felt my dick pulsate.

"It usually takes only a few seconds for me to do a rectal exam on one of my boys, but for you it will be longer," she whispered. "Now, I want you to get BACK UP ON THE TABLE, lay down now on your back and put your HOOFS in these stirrups. Any objections?"

"No, ma'am," I muttered, wondering if she was going to do all the medical examinations. What would happen next. I liked the spanking…and she knew it. She had rewarded me.

"WHAT did you say?" she demanded.

"No objections, Ma'am,"

I did as she ordered, but it was awkward. I had never been examined in stirrups. I got up on the table and leaned back as ordered by Mistress Beth. This time she bound my arms and hands with velcro straps that were the located on the sides of the table to The leather table was cold to my back and I was shaking slightly. I was completely helpless and fully exposed.

She grabbed my dick and pulled. "You will have to move your butt down to the end, Peter, so that I can get hold of you," she explained and smiled like a Cheshire cat. I complied with her order.

She then removed her grip from my penis and slipped a rubber glove on her left hand.

My fantasy goddess was more in control than I had remembered. She appeared to be enjoying herself. I noticed that her smock was now completely open. Her luscious breasts and tummy were exposed. She saw me gazing at her beautiful body. "Told you that you would be rewarded, Peter," she responded.

Her hot bare right hand again gripped my pulsating rod as if it were a hand rail to keep the skipper of a ship stable during a storm. She reached over and placed her left forefinger at the entrance of my anus.

"Just hold still," she said as she first grabbed a glob of lubricant from a jar on the counter next to the examination table, then placed her middle and first fingers right up against my sphincter. "Hold still, it won't hurt if you just relax."

With her bare right hand tightly gripping my dick, she slowly lubricated my anus with soft rubbing motions. The cold lube was exciting…and she knew it. She took her time, smiling at my gasps and my glances at her perky, full breasts.

"Are you ready, Peter?" she said and she rotated her two fingers until they slipped painlessly into my ass.

"Ohhh," I said as her long fingers entered my butt. "Ohhhhh, yes, Mistress Beth. Ohhhh."

"You'll be done in a few minutes," she said as the fingers of her left hand pushed farther into my ass. Once again, her right hand slowly began its rhythmic journey up and over my penis, first stretching the shaft skin to its limit on the up stroke then gently stretching the small band of remaining foreskin back toward my very taught scrotum.

All of a sudden she hit my prostate. My eyes bulged as my heart skipped a beat. Blood pored into my swollen penis stretching its already tightly drawn sheath to new limits. I could barely control myself. My ass lifted off the table involuntarily as I pumped her right hand. I no longer cared what she thought. My inhibitions and nervousness were overcome with animal lust. The penetration of my anus with her long, manicured fingers had brought me to the brink of climax. I could feel her smooth knuckles slipping in and out past my sore sphincter. And she smiled at me and laughed with the glances of her deep blue eyes.

She continued to massage my prostate while she rhythmically pumped my oozing sex organ. My shaft was glowing red. The small band of remaining foreskin between my dark brown circumcision scar and rimmed glans glowed ruby red. My mushroom shaped glans penis was boiling over with pre-come and had turned a mean shade of purple. Every vein on my shaft was at full mast. I could feel each of her tiny, muscular fingers sliding over my gnarled cock veins. My heart pounded so hard that it sounded like drum beats deep in my ears.

"Nice erection, Peter," Beth shouted and laughed aloud.

"God, I'm going to come!" I panted. "You had better ssstoppp!," I shouted. But it was too late. Spasms shot up from my feet through my calves into my buttocks. Every muscle in my body contracted. "Oh my Godddddd, Ahhhhhhh!!!!," I exclaimed as I felt the first spasms of semen begin their journey from deep in my ball sack. Rapidly the come gained force and momentum. My sphincter gripped her fingers so hard I thought they would break. With a powerful lunge I arched my back, pushing my rocket toward the spinning ceiling. Glob after glob of thick white come shot from my throbbing prick. Just as the first rockets of semen spurted toward my chest, Beth pulled tightly down on my man hood stretching my tailored penis sheath to its limit. With one powerful spasm after another, come flew into the air. The first jets shot right over my head, clearing the examination table by three feet. The later blasts landed solidly on my chest.

"Wow, that was unbelievable," I gasped.

Beth smiled and slowly, slowly extracted her fingers from my anus. "You seem perfectly healthy now. Nothing appears wrong with your dick or prostate and your reproductive organs are certainly functioning properly," she said with a smile. With a tissue she softly cleaned the combined goo from my penis. I was still perfectly hard. "Consider yourself lucky. Your penis is above average in length and girth with nicely protruding veins. And you have a magnificent erection, Peter. Do you desire to continue with the research?"

I looked directly into her deep blue eyes and I could see that there was perspiration on her brow. Her lips were pressed into a thin line making an attractive smile, and she was giving off a wonderful female musk. Also her breath was labored.

"I'll do what you say, Mistress," I casually replied.

"Well, Peter. This was the preliminary…just to see if this new drug would have an effect on you. And it most definitely had a positive effect," she purred. "I certainly want to take this to the next level in my research. It will involve blood tests and several medical examinations by the hospital staff. But I will be conducting the erectile testing on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," I jubilantly replied. "I guess you know best."

"I am scheduling you for your two overnight sessions at which time we will give you a measured amount of the new drug. I will then thoroughly test you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then we have come to an understanding?" she asked, smiling at me. She undid my straps and turned to leave the room.

"Yes, ma'am. I am yours, Mistress Beth."

Needless to say, in the follow-up, overnight sessions, Beth made all my fantasies "cum" true…from titty fucking to spanking and enemas to blow jobs. (but that is another story to remember). Her records would demand that the new drug be offered to the market. No doubt that the new drug worked…with Beth's encouragement.

And whenever I even think that I am having "erectile dysfunction" problems…getting it up…I just remember Mistress Beth.

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