A medical role-play [M/F] | 2016

"Now tell me Ms. Stone, how often do you masturbate?"

"Oh, almost never, Doctor."

"Now Ms. Stone, please tell me the truth. How often do you really masturbate?"

"A few times a week I guess."

"And what do you think about while you masturbate?"

"Sometimes I imagine someone is watching. They're looking at me naked in my bed."

So this week being Halloween and all, I decided to surprise my girlfriend with a bit of role play. She recently told me that she fantasizes about being naked and exposed on an examination table. Apparently any remotely clinical setting will do, and even getting waxed at the beauty parlor is enough to turn her on. I figured I could run with that, so yesterday on my lunch break I went to the store and bought a surgeon's costume, along with various metal trinkets from the dollar store to act as medical equipment. That night I suggested she'd take a nice long bath while I turned our bedroom into a doctor's office.

"Yes, Ms. Stone, and what else?"

"Sometimes I think of men. A group of men. They're gang-banging me."

I could see the moisture pool in the slit of her lips. I was sitting on a small stool by the side of the bed. Her legs in front of me were wide open, her feet resting on the two rudimentary stirrups I had fashioned by wedging two small planks of wood between the mattress and the bed frame. I pulled on my latex gloves, releasing them with an audible snap.

"Now I'm going to map the sensitivity areas of your vagina."

She jumped as I inserted three fingers inside her. The lubed up latex slid in easily and she moaned lightly as I pressed all around the vaginal walls.

At first she'd found the idea amusing. Upon entering the bedroom she smiled at the trouble I'd gone to: the costume, but also the series of cheap shower curtains liners I'd hung all around the bed to give the room a more clinical feel. Her amusement faded when she saw the series of metal objects I'd laid out on a silver platter next to the bed--wondering probably whether I would really be using those on her--the same reaction one might get in a real medical office. Her grin went away for good once I started "examining" her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and pulling hard at the nipples. Now, her pussy was red and engorged and her breathing was quick and heavy.

I removed my fingers and replaced them with a long, curved metal hook capped with a silver ball about the size of a nickel. The dollar store sold those for the purpose of hanging up your clothes or your towel on the back of your bathroom door. But as soon I as I saw it I knew I could put it to a much better use.

"This may feel cold at first. Please let me know if you experience any discomfort."

I pressed a bullet vibe against the metal rod and clicked it on. The muscles of her upper thighs started to twitch as I pressed the hard chromed ball against the top of her vagina. She tried to adjust her position, but her hands were bound by leather restraints and her range of movement was limited.

"Now Ms. Stone, on a scale of one to five, how intense would you say this feels?"

"I don't know... a four maybe?"

I moved the hook slightly to the left.

"And now?"

I had scripted the whole thing that afternoon, not really trusting myself to come up with convincing lines on the spot. I told her she had been referred to me by Ms. Birmingham, her real psychologist, for symptoms of a severe case of female hysteria. I figured grounding the whole scene in some semblance of reality would help get her in the mood. The symptoms of female hysteria are generic enough to apply to just about anybody, and its recommended treatment is exactly what I had in mind for the evening.

"A five... or six."

I went around like this, counter clockwise, asking her at each step to grade the intensity. Whenever she would call out a five, I would linger there, pressing the metal ball firmly against her flesh. By the time I'd gone the whole way round and back to the top, her whole body was quivering, her ass bouncing up and down on the paper tablecloth I'd laid down as a bed sheet.

I removed the instrument and lubed up my hand again.

"Now Ms. Stone please take a deep breath while I examine your clitoris."

I ran my thumb and index finger on either side while squeezing it gently. I pulled the hood up and delicately brushed my other hand over the tip in small circular motions. As it swelled I squeezed harder, grabbing as much of it as I could and pulling it from side to side. She jerked, moaned and whimpered. She was so wet I could see her juices run down between her ass cheeks.

One of the first sex toys we got was a Hitachi Magic Wand. That was a couple of years ago and I guess the pretense that this was really just a back massager made the purchase somehow easier to justify. I remember my girlfriend taking it out of the box and applying it awkwardly to her upper back, telling me that this would definitely be helpful for her back problems.

I think that's the only time that thing ever touched her back.

The problem is though, it never touched the rest of her all that much either. I take it out every once in a while, but this thing is like the Mustang of vibrators: the level of power and the intensity of the vibrations is in a whole different league than your regular vibe. Even on the lowest setting, my girlfriend can only handle it a little bit at a time. If she doesn't come quickly, the vibrations eventually desensitize her whole labia and make orgasms impossible for a few hours. When she does come, she pushes it away before she's even finished because she feels it's too intense.

Tonight though, this thing is the closest thing I've got to a genuine vintage medical vibrator.

"I believe you are now ready for your treatment Ms. Stone."

I insert two fingers in her pussy and press my thumb against her clit. Then I place the large bulbous end of the wand on my wrist and turn it on. Immediately she starts to twitch as I feel the vibrations travel along my hand and into her flesh. Inside her my fingers poke, scratch and probe, looking for the most sensitive spot. I move my thumb in large circles over her clit. Slowly the sensations build within her and more and more of her muscles contract uncontrollably. Her thighs twitch, her knees bob up and down, her breasts rise and fall erratically.

Daringly I move the wand closer and closer. When it touches the wet pink between her lips she jumps and lets out a yelp, but she pushes back against it. I press harder and her moaning gets louder and louder. My fingers have found the g-spot, my thumb is still rubbing her clit and her moaning is now so loud I'm convinced the neighbors can hear us. She arches her back, which lowers her clit so it almost touches the wand. She keeps at it, straining, but the restraints work against her and she can't quite reach it. So slowly I position it higher, creeping up millimeter by millimeter.

When it finally touches her clit her moans turn into a yell. For a second she recoils and I think it's too much, but the next instant she's the one pressing her clit hard against it. She lets out another yell, a loud "ahhhhhh" that's so full of lust it just makes me want to fuck her. She moves back again, but then again comes back to press herself hard against it. This goes on for what seems like a good minute or two. But now, every time she tries to move away, my arms follow her and I keep the wand pressed against her clit. Her elbows dig furiously into the mattress as she struggles to pull back. I have a hard time keeping the wand in position and for a moment I think she's somehow worked herself free of the restraints. But no, one way or another she's managed to pull herself back halfway across the bed and the chains are now loose enough that she lifted herself up and she's now more sitting than lying. My arms are fully extended just to keep the vibrator in position.

Finally she comes. She comes in slow, long contractions that ride above the rapid pulses of the wand. I try to keep track of them but I lose count: fifteen, twenty, thirty? Her legs are spread wide and her back is arched and her palms are flat against the bed. One moment she's trying to wrest away from the vibe, the next she's pushing herself against it. Finally the waves ebb and she says "enough... enough...".

I click it off.

The whole scene was fun but the moment of her orgasm was particularly intense. So if you've got a magic wand, apparently the trick is to get over your fears and your inhibitions and just accept how powerful those vibrations are. You may find that you have to somehow convince yourself that you're not allowed to pull away and you just have to submit to it. Like pretending that it's all part of some medical treatment. Because you just know those late nineteenth century doctors were on to something.