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@medfetmania
kind of a sucker for nice/caring medplay rn .. I can be your favourite test subject I can give you better and clearer data than anyone else I volunteer for extra tests if it means you’ll pet my hair when im tired and calm me down when a test is painful or talk me through an injection or inspection or compliment me on my compliance . pleaseeeeee let me be your favourite test subject.
Good cop bad cop but with doctors/scientists. One barking orders "I said lie STILL" the other holding you down, tightening the restraints "just do as he says, sweetheart okay?"
anyone wanna uh. inspect my pussy with a glove? and maybe prod it with some cold metal instruments? and maybe take notes on how hard and wet I get? uhh
You'll feel some pressure as my fingers are inserted into your vaginal canal. Remember to hold still.
surgery is so intimate like what do you mean im gonna be naked and asleep on a table while surrounded by a group of people who are responsible for my very life. kind of sexual. i mean who said that
blood splattered surgical gloves are a sort of lingerie in a way
Anonymous asked:
Meanest thing to a subby boy would be slow methodical stretching. Sub being laid out on a gynecologist chair, legs held open and naked body barely covered by a thin sheet. His tight pussy slowly being fingered open with no hope of orgasm. Sometimes his examiner will quietly comment about how swollen his clit is, or make note whenever she manages to slip another finger in. Eventually she gets an entire hand inside, now pushing further to tease his cervix. Painfully opened wide and ready for insemenation.
oh my god yes 🤤 bonus points if he’s strapped down and blindfolded! poor baby can feel a lot of uncomfortable sensations but doesn’t know what’s happening, just told he would be examined. but oh dear, why does it feel so cold down there? something is stretching, ah, now it’s hot, he doesn’t know what’s happening! meanwhile they’ve inserted a jumbo speculum, nearly a foot long, deep into his tummy and are pulling it open. he’s whimpering and moaning as they open up his cervix so wide they can clearly see the soft cavern in him, inviting the other doctors to come take a look!
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medical play and they have two gloved fingers knuckle deep inside you with their other hand pressing down on your abdomen, telling you “you’re going to feel some pressure”, “deep breaths for me”, and “you’re doing great” when you start to soak the paper beneath you. or something
unethical sex experiments happening to me now Please
Routine inspections. Uncomfortable and lengthy, once a week. The doctor makes me strip naked for him every time, and it's freezing in his office. He inspects my breasts, my abdomen, my skin. Comments on my weight and posture before pulling my legs into stirrups. From there, it's a pelvic exam. The leather restraints go around my wrists and thighs. It goes like this every time. I wish he would stop, but he's not going to. He probes me, inserts a speculum, measures me, all while I can't move away. The doctor's gloved fingers slide again and rub my clitoris. I struggle, and he calmly notes how I'm responding to him. By the end of the examination I'm forced to orgasm by his hand. The doctor frees me from the table, and hands me a wipe to clean myself up with, as I've been left dripping wet. He tells me he'll see me next week at the same time. I know I have to keep coming back, and I will. Until he says that I'm cured.
Sketch of an examination, from memory
The doctor says I need a serious proceedure to retain my mental and physical wellbeing. I arrive in the hospital, and am asked to remove my clothes and put on a gown. The preparation seems intensive. The nurses shave me, monitor me, put me on an IV, and give me an enema while I'm in my hospital room. The doctor arrives after a number of hours. He explains little, but presses upon the urgent nature of my need for exploratory eexamination and treatment. Next, he asks me a number of questions about my sex life, preferences, identity, and my habits regarding masturbation. I answer honestly, shamefully, and the doctor only replies with the fact that what I've told him proves his feelings of urgency right. I need correction. Psychosexual adjustment. I'll be ceasing any unapproved activity, but first, they must examine the extent of the damage. I feel ashamed as I do terrified as the doctor has me transferred into a gurney and shuttled down the hallway. I shoot up in fear as soon as we reach the hallway, but the team of doctors and nurses in the room subdue me. I am stripped of my gown and restrained at the wrist. My legs are lifted into stirrups and strapped down as I feel a needle pierce my skin once again. The drug they'd chosen was only the half of it. More straps go over my body as they fit a mask over my head. If feel horribly exposed in front of these people, and worse, terrified. My mind swims through the haze of sedation as they begin to place drapes over me. My legs, body, and face all partitioned and covered. The only skin of mine showing lies directly between my legs. I try move as the doctor inspects me. They take photos and measurements, sometimes I can feel several fingers on me, making sure to inspect every inch of the outside of my vagina, my clit, and my folds. The occasional prod at my already uncomfortable anus is worse. Im only able to produce a faint groan beneath the mask strapped onto my face as I feel the doctor insert his fingers. They inspect me for what feels like hours, stimulating me, documenting me, and forcing me to orgasm on their gloved hands. They use an ultrasound, probing me, and speculums with a stretch my body can't resist because of the gas forced into my lungs. I groan in pain as I feel them press a steel rod into my cervix, fingers on my clitoris to ease the pain of the procedure. They force me to orgasm with the sound inside, behind my sheet, I weep in pain and humiliation and arousal. I cannot escape this place. Trapped here underneath the bright lights of my undoing. I can only endure it.
"No reason to be alarmed, my dear patient. Your frustrations are perfectly reasonable. I've seen plenty of others with cases just like yours." Dr. Blair clasps his hands, looking over a file as he sits at his desk. "You're in need of orgasm denial therapy. Sounds extreme, I know, but you'll have to trust me for the benefit of your own health."
"First, I'll have you lay down on the table for a physical exam. Always wise to look you over in full. I'll have you undress and put on a gown, and then we'll begin. I'll listen to your heart, your breathing, and I'll feel along your neck to check for any inflammation. After that, I'll take a look inside your mouth. I'll use a depressor on your tongue, then put a pair of gloves on to inspect your teeth and gums." He pauses momentarily to light a cigarette, smoke leaving the corner of his mouth as he goes on.
"Next, of course, will be the breast exam. I'll help you untie your gown. From there, I'll place my hands on your breasts. It's imporant to feel them in order to check for lumps that may be cancerous in nature. Once you're cleared there, I'll have you disrobe entirely." The patient's eyes widen at that, but before any words are spoken, the dark-haired doctor goes on.
"Yes, I find that my patients are best examined without their gown to impede my work. While laying on the table, I'll check the range of motion in your hips and knees, moving one leg at a time up, down, and finally into the stirrups. Once your knees are properly positioned apart, I'll begin with an abdominal exam. Your pubic hair will also be shaved, if it hasn't been already." His white-coated form shifts in my chair. He makes eye contact while telling his patient the details of his plans for them.
"Prior to beginning the pelvic exam, I'll restrain you. This is in case you do any moving around. I find some of my patients consider the examination and the treatment somewhat stressful. The last thing I need is for you to fall off my table and hurt yourself. "
"Once properly secured, I'll begin with taking a few photos for the sake of documentation. After that, I'll proceed with your external examination. I'll be checking your mons pubis with some gentle pressing. Afterwards, I'll inspect your labia majora for any blemishes or abnormalities, afterwhich I'll do the same for your labia minora. I'll examine your vaginal opening, and feel for your bartholin glands." He pushes up his glasses, then making a little pinching motion with his hand for the purpose of demonstration.
"Assuming everything is in working order, we'll move to the internal examination. I'll insert one of my fingers into your vaginal canal. You may feel some mild discomfort, but the exam is to make sure your therapy will be effective. Once I've inserted my second finger," he holds up two fingers as he speaks, "and felt your vaginal walls and palpated your cervix, I'll remove my fingers and prep you for the rectovaginal exam. That will involve me inserting one finger into your anus and one finger into your vaginal canal. You'll feel me probe your vagina and rectum simultaneously, checking your rectovaginal septum and your ligaments. Once we're through, I'll remove my fingers and prepare you for stimulation." He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, tapping it on the ashtray he had set next to a stack of other patient's files. It was evident this was all too common of a proceedure.
"I find a mild sedative is best applied to my patients at this stage. After a quick injection, you'll feel relaxed and a little lightheaded. Then, the therapy will begin. I'll be using my fingers to stimulate your clitoris while asking you a series of questions regarding your sensation and pleasure. You're not meant to enjoy the proceedure, of course, but some of my patients do find themselves getting a little worked up. I'll be stimulating you for as long as I deem necessary. The therapy requires that you are kept here for daily treatment without being allowed to orgasm. Your psychosexual responses will be tracked and recorded. Once you're able to respond to the stimulation in a manner I deem efficient, you'll be released from my care. Treatment is known to last anywhere between a few weeks, to a few months. Though I have certainly had patients remain in my care for longer."
He smiles slightly, though the expression doesnt reach his eyes. His cold gaze remained unmoved behind his glasses, as he looks his latest patient over.
"Ready to begin?"
i think a “doctor” should assess me by feeling me up and touching me in different ways and making detailed notes about how i react and they should use different toys on me to test my reactions and see how many times i can cum before i’m trying not to pass out
I'm restraining you because I care. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself while I'm running these tests. You're an important part of the experimental process. Don't you know that?
To be tied up, legs spread open, a speculum keeping me nice and vulnerable while someone watches my insides, taking notes of every twitch and clench, observing how wet I get when they play with my dick, tease me, edge me, watching how absolutely soaked I get after cumming so many times with my hole spread open.
