thinking about pussy inspection. not in the medical or clinical sense. but in the thorough, almost playful, ownership way. in the slow, gentle, cataloguing and curious way of someone taking apart a new toy. something that’s THEIRS to look at and take in.
butch fingers holding your pussy apart to watch you clench around nothing, butch fingers tracing your opening and every fold, the soft warm puffs of butch breath as they breathe in the smell of you, butch pressing just the tip of a finger into you and sighing as they feel your pussy try to drag them in further.
just. butch fingers and breath pulling you apart for hours because your pussy is Theirs and they Can.
laying naked on an examination table, hooked up to multiple machines that monitor my heart, blood pressure and brain activity
researchers standing between my propped-up legs with a sole objective - to assess my viability for an experiment they're planning to run in upcoming days - mid-cycle, not on any form of birth control, orgasm length of 30 seconds minimum, around a minute ideal for the "process" - whatever that may entail - to work
with a snap of latex and a pop of a lubricant bottle cap, an ultrasound probe is pushed deep inside me with no warning, pressed firmly against my cervix
my half-pained half-pleasured whimper is ignored for the sake of obtaining data, as the researchers watch the screen and nod in agreement - fertile window, confirmed
the researcher operating the ultrasound flips a switch on the board and it's like a jolt of electricity runs through my entire body - the ECG monitor is beeping frantically as the rod inside me starts to vibrate directly against my uterus
my heart is about to jump out of my chest when the probe is slowly pulled back and then pushed back in, the angle adjusted ever so sligtly so the vibrating handle rubs against my clit on its way back
all researchers' eyes are fixed on the ultrasound screen, watching my inner walls pulsate with every slow thrust of the probe delivered with clinical precision
my upcoming orgasm needs to be monitored just as closely as the rest of my body - and I don't think conclusive data are going to be obtained just from one
I need you face down, ass up, holding really still while I push a finger inside of you. One finger, just to see how wet and tight you are. If you squirm at all or buck backwards for some friction, I’ll only pull away.
This isn’t supposed to feel good, stupid. It’s for science, and you’re my cute little experiment. Now hold still.
I neeed somebody to run tests on me in their lab. Strap me down, force my legs into stirrups, give me drugs to make me all floaty, abuse my tdick and my cunt until I'm whimpering and whining that it's too much. Treat me as if I'm not even human, take notes on me and talk down to me like a dog. Force bigger and bigger sized dildos into me and ignore the tears that stream down my face because the stretch is too much. Don't stop using me until you've gathered all the data you need. Please.
medical kink because I wanna fuck the doctors? maybe, I don’t know. the power play that comes with this type of situation is…in need of a deeper explanation. but the thought of needing to be “sedated” so that I’m compliant when the doctor needs to get a full-body examination??? WOAH.
there should be a way to get pregnant without actually making a baby, I wanna swell up like a knocked up whore but I don’t have what it takes to be a mom
After a certain birthday, you get called into the gynecologist's each year to be implanted with a pregnancy simulator. each time you go back, the doctor programs the device to expand larger than before- a training program to hone you into a breeding machine. When the device has completed expanding, they call you in and induce labour. You have to undergo increasingly painful and challenging labours each year, a whole team of doctors staring coldly between your legs as they do nothing to help you push. the brief moment of relief when you finally push out your body's invader is immediately ruined when you remember that in a year you'll have to give birth all over again
I've been pondering about dentist related stuff recently. being pushed back onto a dentist chair and having your wrists tied onto the armrests. having a big strong trans man standing over you with latex gloves on, leaning the chair back while telling you to relax. Putting you on laughing gas so you're all high and floaty while their fingers fill your mouth. Before you know it they're leaning over you, knee pushed up against your cunt as they increase the level of gas you're breathing in. slowly you get more and more worked up as they start to fingerfuck your mouth. Your mind is so blurred from the nitrous oxide in your lungs that you don't even notice the gloved hand on your cunt, touching your tdick. all you're left to do is moan and whine and let yourself be used as your mind turns to mush at the hands of the dentist<3
Received a request from @666spaghetti-ohno: "Reader is recovering and drugged up. Domme does a hole inspection and determines the sub needs help. Cue sub being hooked up to a fucking machine that’s going slow but deep. Drugged up sleepy drawn out orgasms."
You awoke slowly, the room fuzzy and the world unbalanced. Even moving a finger took conscious effort on a level you couldn't consider. "Oh, my sweet subject, you did so well! But take it very, very slow." She ran a gloved finger along your chin and then traced your lips, feeling alien as she 'examined' you.
"I just need to examine you; make sure there's no nerve damage," she said softly as she started to strap your arms in place, then gently raising your legs into stirrups and attaching straps. "It's important you stay still, you understand." She pulled a curtain across your belly to block your view, explaining, "can't have you imagining sensations just because you see them."
She turned on her voice recorder and dictated, "beginning inspection." She ran a gloved finger along your slit and saw you clench, noting, "involuntary contractions with external touch, normal." After reaching over to lubricate a finger, she slid it into you, eliciting a sleepy moan and more clenching. "Initial internal stimulation caused normal reflexes but a diminished conscious response. May be due to anesthesia or damage; further investigation required."
As the pad of her gloved finger ground against your g-spot, you felt the room spin and closed your eyes, slurred moans leaving your lips. "With more intense stimulation, subject is responding slowly. Heart rate up to 120 beats per minute; pre-stimulation baseline was 70. Deeper stimulation may be beneficial for the subject and data collection."
She withdrew her finger and attached two machines to the edge of the bed. On the first, she lubricated the attached dildo and placed it at your entrance, then slid it inside you. Your head lolled to the side as you felt it stretching you open, enjoying the sensations. With a turn of a knob, it began to fuck in and out of you, slowly. "Beginning automatic stimulation at 10% speed," she dictated, her voice sounding breathier and more excited.
"Heart and respiration rates increasing, despite the low speed." She continued to casually dictate notes as she watched the machine slowly take you apart mentally, just as she had done physically not three hours before. Between the drugs and the slow, consistently insufficient stimulation, it felt like she let it run for a year, teasing but not pushing you any closer to the edge.
Finally, she moved the second machine into position and said, "in order to eliminate the likelihood of nerve damage, clitoral stimulation to commence, along with a speed increase." She set the speed to 25% and turned on the vibrator aligned perfectly with your exposed clit.
Even through the anesthesia, your heart rate skyrocketed and you began to tense and spasm across your whole body. "Subject experiencing myoclonus from the stimulation, which could exacerbate potential damage. Pushing 1mg Ativan." You could feel your body calm, the fuzziness spreading through you like sliding into a relaxing bath. And yet, the sensations persisted.
She ramped up the speeds slowly, keeping a close eye on your vitals, dictating them at regular intervals. You could feel the orgasm building inside you, and your vitals made it clear to her as well. "Subject approaching orgasm, as expected. Increasing speeds again. Orgasm anticipated in 5... 4... 3..."
You felt it rip through you, but between the Ativan and the residual anesthesia, it was different than anything you'd ever experienced. While your needy hole clenched around the dildo and its relentlessly consistent rhythm, the rest of your body remained relaxed, forcing the orgasm to affect your mind more than anything else. You found yourself reeling, barely processing her dictation, "arrived ahead of schedule. Continuing stimulation with greater intensity."
thinking about being pinned to a dentist chair. Someone looming over me and holding my wrists down onto the arm rests while I squirm. Telling me "you need to sit still so I can do my job." while they slot a knee against my cunt and grab my face. I moan and whine while they fingerfuck my mouth and I slip further and further into subspace...
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