Today, I turned into such a horny slut that I had to go sit down on the bathroom floor and rub myself until I came. My pussy was swollen and soaked, my panties a testament to how long I'd been sitting there swollen. Cumming felt nothing like it does when Daddy does it himself, but it was so good and so needed right then and there. Daddy talked to me all day about different sexual desires and ideas, and we have planned a super sexy concept for a bedroom scene for next weekend. The scenario has me so turned on. I'm quite frankly proud the idea was mine. The scene goes something like this: I am a subject who has signed up to be tested in a study on female pleasure and arousal. I arrive at the office and am given a clipboard to fill out about my preferences and normal sexual proclivities. For this scene, I am fairly young and inexperienced, and I'm not really sure about the usual methods for experimentation or proper protocols. After filling out the form, I am called by the Doctor or Scientist who invites me up to his office. Within, there is a bed which has been cleared, but an array of instruments for pleasure (and/or pain) lay off to the side. The Doctor is wearing a lab coat and glasses, and his hair is pulled back neatly. He's shockingly handsome. He gives me a standard, formal greeting, shaking my hand and asking me to sit down to talk with him while he looks over my paperwork. He asks a few stiff questions. I answer, nervous and shy. He then explains the procedure for the experiment. Once we begin, he will be restraining my legs apart and cuff my wrists so that the experiment is controlled and he can gauge my reactions accordingly. I will also be blindfolded so I can react authentically to the experimentation, rather than anticipatory. He explains that I'll have a safe word I can use if something becomes too uncomfortable, but then immediately announces I should strip and get onto the bed. He does not leave the room like a normal doctor would. Instead, he watches me, predatory and hawk like. I do as I am asked and get onto the bed, nude, so that he can begin. The last thing I see is him putting on a pair of gloves and then I am suddenly blindfolded and the fun really begins. He asks a lot of questions, asking me to rank things on scales such as, "On a scale from 1 to 10, how much pleasure does this give you? Pain? 1 to 10, how much does this arouse you? Do you like it?" He works over me professionally. Twisting. Pinching. Kissing. Probing. Tonguing. It is non-stop, giving me little time to adjust. He occasionally peels open my pussy, checking to see my arousal level. He pushes me to test how sensitive I am to cumming. He makes me cum and then keeps going, torturing me. Touching all over me again. It is a long grueling process. At some point, he mounts me. Keeps asking these humiliating questions as he fucks me, changing his technique based on how I respond or react. I can smell him, feel that his hair has been loosened. It tickles my face. When he finishes, he goes back, yet again, to touching and prodding, but not much longer. He may see of he can make me cum again. Worn, he leaves me after untying my bounds. I silently dress and then wait. (Then begins aftercare.) I'm so wet just thinkibg about it. Uhg. I hope my amazing partner and I get to play this fantasy out soon.
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