Shmex

18+ horny hours sideblog. Not a bot just keeping it bare-bones

[quantumsexposting]

tags list

v- vagina

a- anal

o- oral

ti- tits

dp- double penetration

tp- triple penetration

m- monsterfucking

t- sex toys

b- bondage

oi- object insertion

[steamandcream]

also thinking about long training sessions. My Doms gently insisting on fitting just one more cock in me when I already have three in my cunt, two in my ass, two fighting for room down my throat. I'm already so stuffed, they're sure I'll barely notice. Squeezing one more thick shaft into my poor ass with a load of lube, watching me moan weakly but not pull away or struggle, pussy throbbing at the stretch...just a mess of tight and full and pinned in place.

[no additions~]

[steamandcream]

Actually being a free use sex toy would be great. I love things like this too:

- Fleshlights in all three holes secured into place, with a 2 cocked strapon above my cunt, and a loose double ended dildo to slide in for shared throat fucking. Extra stretch for all holes.

- being storage for the sex toys at a party. On my back, legs strung up spread wide open, with all kinds of dildos and vibes shoved into me waiting for another person to pull one out to play with. Mouth too, gagging and drooling around a handful of cocks.

-Being a requestable hotel service. You'd ask for the intimate relief package and arrive to your hotel room to find me all bound up and presented in your shower, maybe with customized add-ons. Want me to be sitting on a foot long horse cock? Full bladder? Tits bound up till they go purple? Special costumes? Want them to stick a vibe in me and leave me until you get there? Love that. I can just imagine someone asking for a bunch of particulars (o ring gag, snug collar, full bladder, large buttplug inserted, breasts bound tightly, nipple clamps on) and showing up to wreck me all night.

- also at a hotel, being a special feature in the pool area/changing rooms where you can get some relief before or after hitting the pool (alternatively: signs with arrows pointing at my ass with a spreader or speculum init saying ' don't pee in the pool. Pee in me instead')

- same concept but the goal is to get as many cocks in me as possible, dildos included, and there's a cash prize for the winner, so I spend nights in the casino area having people shove tons of dildos into me, some shoving multiples into my throat and even my ass. They'd probably just keep forcing cocks into my ass even after the first few slip inside all the way, to the point that my guts would be swollen, like being stuffed with a ton of tentacles.

[pretty-girls-of-shadowplayers]

[taylorinlovewithlife]

[seekingcumcontrol]

[hornyukdaddydom12]

Together we’re gonna train that dumb whore ass to gape -

NICE & WIDE like a tunnel.

It’s important that your ready to take my fat dick on demand.

So every day you’ll be wearing a butt plug - no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

[slimeholes22]

I can’t wait 💖

[hungryhungry4sshole]

Her asshole would be gobbling a fat cock in no time.

[tentacletims]

[steamandcream]

other desperately horny forbidden kink rambling, somewhat cnc: being forced to knot myself on a trailer hitch while someone fucks my face

[gardenoftortures]

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[nsfw-jane]

Tracy is a screamer and she’s pretty when she cries. Unfortunately for her. That makes her an ideal candidate to ride the wooden horse while the client gets his cock deepthroated by a more talented slut.

Right now she’s mostly screaming about the massive dildo up her ass. The client really enjoyed watching staff slowly impale Tracy on the huge black shaft, lowering her down until the dildo had forced its way through the bend of Tracy’s rectum and into her colon. Then they left her wobbling on her tiptoes, shrieking and unable to lift herself back up.

But soon her muscles will tire. She’ll drop another inch– two– three– impaling herself farther and farther up the ass. And her weight will be forced onto her clit and her tits. She’ll scream and try to lift herself again, only to fall and grind her clit on the brutal wooden horse. Her tits will swell and purple even worse. When she’s completely exhausted she’ll be left dangling from her tits, impaled up the ass on twelve inches of massive cock and screaming at the torture of her clit, her toes twitching in helpless agony.

Maybe the client will be done orgasming before then. But probably not.

[bigbadwerebitch]

I go to a Girl’s Party where the ladies and I try a hot new “party favor” - an aphrodisiac with tit-bloating results. At first it doesn’t seem to work so we all get into some Netflix but then it happens - all six of us, our tits begin to swell and dribble, then squirt, then gush milk. We thought it would be a minor effect, but soon our watermelon-sized tits are ripping their way from our clothes haphazardly, shreds of milk-soaked cloth still trying to contain our excessively fat breasts. We all begin to jerk off, even unconsciously, uncaring that the others see, but I’m the first to start drinking from my own tits, indulging in one and then both at once, and it’s like more of that aphrodisiac is in that milk because I cum through my pants without even touching my bulging clit. The other girls are into watching me and soon decide I’d make a good milk jug - they tie me up and take turns force-feeding me their tits. Some of them are still growing, milk spurting in massive waves and bulging my throat. They rub my belly as it fills with their milk, and I whine as I feel it stretch.

“More… mph… get drunk off my tit milk…”

“I think she likes being our milk vat…”

“Look at her, oh my god! Look at her fucking gut! Is that all our milk?! Aaah—“

Her voice breaks as she cums, realizing what they’re doing to me.

Their hands grope and slap and jiggle my stomach as if to confirm.

“Ooooh, I can feel her swelling! Move over—“

A second pair of nipples force their way down my throat.

“Unh god… being a fatass suits you…”

“Guys, I think my tits are still growing…”

“Let’s see how fat we can get her…”

They’re all moaning, rubbing themselves and each other as they force feed me gallons of their creamy tit milk, and one finally peels my cum-soaked pants off.

“Hey, do you guys think I can fit my boob in her pussy?”

“Oh my god, what?”

I moan around the four nipples stuffing my throat, and then scream around them when I feel one enter my cunt.

“Oh god, how used is your pussy that I can fit my tit in here? Unfggg…”

She presses it deeper, and deeper, and my cunt gapes, begging to swallow it just as I’ve swallowed the others with my throat.

“I bet I can fit the other… ahhh-!”

She can. I can feel her tits spreading me maddeningly wide and plunging me deep, her milk spurting directly into my hungry womb. I cum, the excessive juices helping her slide into me to the chest.

“Holy shit I can see your tits bulging her belly!”

“This is so fucked up… I’m going to cum so hard!”

The one who said that has flopped her tits onto my back and is beginning to ram her bulging clit into my belly from the side.

“Keep filling her… you want to be a fat sack of milk, don’t you?!”

“Mmhmm!” I manage, milk drooling out from the corners of my mouth.

I glug and chug and my stomach continues to bulge. I can hear the milk churning inside me now, especially as she fucks my increasing fat, until it presses into the ground.

“Mmmm… bigger, honey!”

I think they manage to get four tits into my pussy. They trade places eventually, the others tit-fucking my cunt while I throat fuck the other pair’s tits. They all cum when they notice my gut is overflowing to the point that it’s lifting me off the ground.

At the end, one brings out her whole box of dildos. She squeezes each and every one of them - there had to be more than ten - into my ruined pussy, just to make sure it held all the milk inside, before tipping me onto my fat ass so they could all clitfuck my gut. I get in on the action too, humping myself as they all smear cunt juice over my bloated and sloshing milk-tank belly, milk overflowing from my mouth, their own tits covering every inch of me.

We then decide that this should DEFINITELY be a weekly event.

[mickeyimagines]

When darling boy slips a little while showering one day, Dom decides they’re never letting any potential harm befall their sweet fragile boy again and completely remodels the shower - now every time their boy needs to get clean he gets tied to the MANY grab bars fixed to the walls of the shower “for your own safety, of course!” Once completely immobile, doting Dom can THOROUGHLY clean and care for their boy - taking full advantage of all the new shower nozzles and attachments... after all, nothing is more important than caring for their precious boy!

oh THIS is brilliant. they’re just having sexy times until one day whoosh, his little boy slips and ends up with a nasty bruise and his dom is Not Having It, even though his boy is giggling and saying he’s fine, he’s gonna remodel the whole damn shower. so he does, and there’s lots of grab bars placed strategically. and it’s sweet and great, it really is, the boy loves that his dom is looking out for him, always feels safe when he showers alone but this...isn’t exactly what he had in mind, he thinks, his hands tied to a grab bar high up on one of the walls, arms stretched above his head (”Why is that even up there,” he’d asked confusedly, and his dom had explained it was so he could hang things like a shower cubby or a loofa from there, and it made sense, but in retrospect, he should’ve guessed his naughty dom also wanted to pull something like this). 

“Baby,” he panted as his dom kissed his neck, “this isn’t exactly...” he trails off in a moan his dom starts fingering him. His dom pulls back, looks at their gorgeous boy, and he’s a sight. Naked and all wet, water running down his sides, nipples perked up, face tucked into one of his arms that are stretched above him, eyes half-lidded, panting and surrounded by steam. They finger the boy until his knees are shaking, hole soft and wet. They grab one of the new nozzles, and slowly slip it into the boy while he moans. They push and push until it’s deep in his tummy, and he looks so debauched like this, restrained and legs shaking, the tube of the nozzle disappearing into his body until his hole closes around a thick band in the tube. He looks like a little toy all plugged in and ready to be played with. His dom starts the warm water and watches as the boy arches as water rushes into his stomach, groaning. 

On and off, on and off. Keeps filling up his boy and watches as he slips a little more into subspace the more the water is pumped into him, drooling and shivering even though it’s hot inside the shower. Rubs his tummy when he cramps, his belly bulging slowly. He knows he’s hit that sweet spot when the boys knees give way, and his dom pushes against him to keep him upright as turns on the water for the last time. His boy is teary and soft now, arms straining as his belly expands rapidly with the sudden influx of water, taut tummy pushing against his dom’s stomach. He’s whining as his dom rubs the cramps away, quickly replacing the nozzle with a dildo they brought, though a little water splashes out. He carries the clean swollen boy out of the bathroom, softly rubbing lotion all over his body, massaging his big tummy full of water. They know their boy will stay in subspace for as long as he’s filled, and they’d both intended for him to be kept in subspace tonight so he’d be soft and ready to go in the morning, but the boy had no idea this was how his dom would do it. turns out remodeling the bathroom was an excellent idea. 

[wetwithboundaries]

want someone to take me to the store and make me help pick out all the stuff they’re gonna stretch me out with later.

smash cut to me thirty minutes later, face down ass up with a cob of corn stuffed in and out of my pussy while you shove grape after grape into my tight asshole.

i squirm and cry as you tell me you’re going for the whole bag

[ftm-freeuse]

You’re tied up again on the table in that shady bar. Tonight they tied your arms behind your back to prop you up a bit so you can have a chance at seeing who’s using you. I walk up and eye the few toys they’ve laid out beside you. You look over and see me grab a large ring gag.

Your eyes follow me as I lean in and raise it to your mouth. You refuse to open so I slap you. Still you refuse, slap, slap. I reach to pinch your nose and finally you open and I shove the ring in. Quickly lift your head and pull the strap tight and lock it. “You’ll be a good slut, even if you don’t want to.”

I step back and admire your form, the rise and fall of your tits as you breathe, your head titled to the side, drool starting to string down from the ring in your mouth. I pull out my cock and start masturbating, then stop. Mustn’t get distracted. I do not put my cock away and you stare, and notice I am wearing a harness above it.

I squat down and you hear me opening a bag just out of sight. When I stand back up you see a dildo in my hand and you start squirming, snapping your head back and forth as I bring the dildo toward your mouth. Slap. You freeze and I slide the dildo in your mouth. “Let’s get that nice and wet before it goes in.”

I skullfuck you with the dildo, checking it a couple times, then pull it out when I’m satisfied. I move down to your cunt and push you open with my fingers and am amazed at how wet you are. “And here I thought I was being nice! But I guess fucking your face was just foreplay.” I shove the dildo into your cunt and thrust until you are close to cumming.

I pull out the dildo and slap your dripping cunt. You are staring at the ceiling, dazed and frustrated as you hear me adjusting straps and clips before I say, “Now the fun begins.” I untie your legs and with the help of the bartender flip you onto your stomach and tie your legs back down. As much as I want to pause and admire you like this, your arms in a box tie push me over and I rush up to the table and press right against you.

You feel probing — my cock at your cunt, my strap at your asshole. I grab your arms and pull you up so your back is arched. “I’ve always wanted to d/p a slut like you,” I say, and thrust into your needy holes.

Congratulations you have made me wet as fuck, I may or may not have already cum to this 🫠

[ftm-freeuse]

I feel like my response didn't do this justice. I have cum three times imagining this. Already. Imagining a big cock and matching dildo hammering away at my holes while I'm on my knees, mouth held open with the ring, moaning like a slut getting stretched out and pumped full... 🫠🫠🫠

[elijahpink]

Saffron

Gym owner/trainer/allround tough-as nails jerk Saffron  had had a very fun time pushing her posh client further and further.  Saff had tortured her client to the point that she thought she might break down completely, then mocked her for being weak. It was a style of personal training that usually either led to her clients leaving the gym in tears, or becoming perfect specimens. Usually the former. Either way, Saff delighted in her work, and the sense of power. This time, however, she finds out the hard way that some clients are better pleased than pushed.  It is a lesson that she won’t soon forget - if she even gets a chance to forget it at all… —- Saffron is a character of https://www.deviantart.com/guardian38 Guardian has treated Jo and her friends super terrible in several stories, and I felt it was only right I reciprocated against one of their own characters Fullsize, wips etc as usual available on my subscribestar, posted in May ‘22

Posted using PostyBirb

[doggers2]

Escape Challenge Art by Elijah Pink

[medfetishpics]

[xxseeingstars]

You won’t be needing theses.

[mysteriouslystripedlion]

Extra Credit

Summary: In order to raise her grade, Louisa is subjected to a humiliating display in front of an entire class.

As the teaching assistant pulled Louisa’s white panties off, the student wished that she had studied harder for her anatomy midterm. She had performed abysmally, and if she didn’t raise her grade, her dream of attending medical school would be in jeopardy. She wasn’t at all enthusiastic about being used as a teaching example, but Dr. Stephens offered no other way for Louisa to earn some extra credit. That was how she found herself on this exam table at the front of a lecture hall filled with over four-hundred of her fellow students.

It was too late to decline the offer, Louisa realized as the sheet was pulled off of her tits and abdomen. It had been her only covering, and she was now lying naked in front of Devin, a graduate student who seemed to administer an enema to her with a little too much enjoyment. He made no effort to hide the way he stared at Louisa’s perky tits and the bush between her legs. Finally, her wrists were bound to the table above her head.

“Good afternoon,” Dr. Stephens told the class dispassionately. “Louisa has offered to help demonstrate today’s lesson on the female genitalia….” As the professor continued to speak, the student was seized by shock and mortification. Despite the fact that her legs were in stirrups, Louisa had been optimistic that some less intimate part of her body would be probed and scrutinized by her classmates.

“… the most sensitive part of a woman’s anatomy,” Dr. Stephens continued. He flipped some switches on his lectern, and three large video screens mounted at the front of the room turned on. They had been positioned for maximum visibility. The leftmost screen showed Louisa’s stunned, reddening face. She was wide-eyed with humiliation. She could see an overhead view of her naked body on the rightmost screen. The center image was a mortifying display of the area between her legs, so close-up that her thighs could barely be seen at the edges of the screen.

“Hmmm,” Dr. Stephens muttered, staring up at Louisa’s pussy. “That won’t do. Devin, shave her, please.”

The student saw Devin make eye contact, leering at her lewdly, before she focused on the ceiling, so embarrassed that she was close to tears. The entire class watched Devin push the stirrups apart, spreading Louisa’s legs wide, before beginning to shave her pussy. “With the pubic hair removed, you can see the healthy pink color of the labia majora, the clitoral hood, and the clitoris,” the professor continued. He walked over as Devin wiped Louisa’s newly-smooth pussy with a cloth and took his assistant’s place between her open legs. Using two fingers, he spread her pussy lips. “And here we have the labia minora, urethra, and a better look at her clitoris.” The deep, red flush of Louisa’s cheeks was evident on the video display as her bald pussy was exhibited. “When sexually aroused, the clitoris…” The naked student stopped listening when she saw a small, black wand in Dr. Stephens’ hand. Surely he wasn’t actually going to STIMULATE her–

Louisa cried out as the vibrator touched her clit, squirming on the table. No, please! she wanted to say. Not here!

“Devin, could you hold her…thank you.” Louisa’s discomfort was apparent when Devin held her clit hood out of the way so that the professor had better access to her little bud. Tears overflowed her eyes as Dr. Stephens continued to talk over the hum of the vibrator he held to Louisa’s clit. “See that her clitoris is quickly darkening in color, swelling, and becoming stiff. Mortified beyond belief, Louisa knew the entire class saw these things happening on the screen, just as she did. As her clit grew large and hard, they also saw her crying silently in humiliation.

“Her clitoris is engorged now,” the professor announced, poking the nub to show its rigidity. “Once this occurs…” To Louisa’s extreme shock, Dr. Stephens thrust two fingers into her cunt, pushing her swollen clit up and outward, while pressing harder with the vibrator. She moaned involuntarily, her entire body shaking as she climaxed. “She is quick to reach orgasm,” the professor finished.

A sob escaped Louisa’s lips. She was naked in front of a vast crowd, tied down with her legs wide open, and she had been forced to cum. And her red, teary face and pussy were prominently displayed as she did so.

Dr. Stephens turned to Devin. “Has she had an enema?”

“Yes.”

Louisa closed her eyes. Despite the murmuring and whispering among the class, their conversation was easily heard.

“Just one?”

“One.”

“Give her a second.”

While the professor lectured about various myths and truths about female orgasms, Devin thrust another nozzle into Louisa’s asshole, connecting the tube to an enormous bag of liquid. On the video display, everyone could see Louisa beginning to whimper and writhe as her bowels filled with the solution. Her belly became visibly distended. Then she was simply left there, naked, with a plug in her asshole, for several minutes. She was too mortified and in too much discomfort to continue listening to the lecture. Louisa couldn’t go anywhere. Her wrists were bound and her legs wide open in stirrups, showing off her smooth pussy and red, engorged clit. She would simply have to endure this extreme humiliation, which continued when Devin held a bucket at the end of the exam table and unplugged Louisa’s asshole. The gurgling and splashing of her expelling her enema echoed throughout the auditorium. She made a few sloppy farting noises. Half the class laughed, while the other half made sounds of disgust.

Her sobbing grew louder when Dr. Stephens picked up two large dildos, each with a cord running from its thick base. As he pushed one dildo deep into Louisa’s cunt, he said, “Notice how the earlier simulation of her clitoris and the subsequent orgasm has lubricated her vagina and caused it to accept penetration readily.” To make his point, he thrust the dildo in and out of Louisa before leaving it buried in her pussy. The naked student’s glistening eyes widened when she realized why she had had to suffer two enemas just now. The second dildo was being shoved into her asshole. She couldn’t hold back a cry of pain as it, too, was inserted as deeply as possible. She had never taken anything in her ass bigger than an enema nozzle.

Before she could protest, Louisa felt both dildos begin to vibrate in her cunt and asshole. Bawling in humiliation, she nevertheless began to feel pleasurable sensations in her fuckholes. The plastic cocks vibrated harder, and she began to moan shamefully, even as she cried. She couldn’t take the mortification of experiencing another orgasm in front of the entire class. Yet, naked and restrained, she wanted to cum.

Louisa’s second wish was answered. She climaxed loudly, her face contorted in humiliated ecstasy on the screen. Cumming again, she began to thrust her hips upward, having no control over her body. Louisa experienced one orgasm after another, cumming harder, and closer together. She began to thrash on the exam table, the incredible pleasure overwhelming her. “Stop,” she moaned. “Please, stop! Take them out of me!” She couldn’t speak as she climaxed three more times. “Please! I can’t–” Shaking with ecstasy, Louisa saw that her nipples were hard. “I can’t cum anymore!” Even forced to orgasm so much, she could hear the buzz of the students commenting among themselves about her predicament. “I can’t cum this hard!” Louisa screamed. “Please, I– I’m cumming so hard! Oh, God, I’m cumming SO HARD! I can’t! I CAN’T CUM ANYMORE!” She sobbed even as she ground her naked hips on the exam table.

Louisa panted as the vibrations in her cunt and asshole died away. She was beyond mortified, and she realized she was drooling. On the screen, her pussy was drooling as well, her juices glistening on the small length of dildo that wasn’t buried in her spasming fuck tube. After class, she would run straight home and never come back to school again. How could she, when so many people had seen her face as she orgasmed so strongly and so many times that she begged for the sexual stimulation to stop? And when they had also seen her naked, having her pussy shaved and receiving an enema?

She thought the ordeal was over. Surely it was over. Instead, Dr. Stephens touched the exam table under Louisa’s bare ass. When he held up his finger, she could see a yellow liquid on it. “You may have noticed,” he said, “that during the demonstration just now, Louisa lost control of her bladder and consequently urinated on the exam table and floor.”

She thought she might actually die of humiliation. Louisa hadn’t even realized that she had pissed herself from cumming so hard. Now she could smell it, and she began to sob again. On the screen, her clit was grotesquely large and swollen.

“However, this just ensures we’re ready for the next step…”

Speechless, Louisa felt a third, narrow dildo being pushed into her peehole. All three of the objects inserted into the holes between her legs began to vibrate, and she screamed as her naked, spread body began to jerk and thrash in an onslaught of mortifying, forced orgasms.

[madmedfetish]

One of my favourite fantasies

[humili8her]

Very nice

[teaseme-edgeme]

I guide my legs into the stirrups, blushing lightly at the feeling of the air tickling the sticky lips of my pussy. I’m already wet—likely from the consistent periods of denial and no touch. And my clit is already throbbing. I wonder if she will notice. Hopefully, not. I squirm in my seat and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. The fabric of my gown scrapes against my nipples, which are already hard and nearly visible through the fabric.

My doctor enters the room again, then locks the door behind her. Offering me a warm smile, she sits down onto the rotating chair and slides on over, positioning herself between my spread legs. I swallow thickly, watching her guide the rolling tray of tools beside her.

I curl my toes as she pushes up my gown, exposing my wet pussy even more. I’m too embarrassed to look, but a thick silence fills the air.

“Hmmm... how interesting,” she hums.

I turn my head, meeting her eyes.

“You’re quite wet right now.”

I gape, my face turning bright right. She meets my eyes and chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“Nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s normal. But... I’ve never seen one as wet as yours.”

I gasp softly as her gloved fingertips part my lips, massaging my vulva. As she parts them, her eyes flicker with desire. I can hardly control myself and grip onto the sides of the chair. My eyes slip shut and my mind begins to go cloudy. I’m already unbareably horny, unable to comprehend any thoughts drifting through my hollow mind.

“I might... have to do a more in depth examinination,” she says clinically. “Just to ensure that nothing negative is the cause for all of this secretion.”

All I can think is that I know exactly why I’m sopping wet.

My breaths tremble as she presses her hands against my inner thighs, and I can feel my hole clenching. She reaches to the table and takes a speculum—I can feel my back arch as the cold metal touches my warm cunt, and I jolt at the sensation of my pussy being stretched open. My legs come up from the stirrups and my doctor mumbles something, pulling the speculum away.

“Please try not to move. It makes it difficult to position the speculum properly.”

When she tries again, I fail. I whisper an apology, licking my lips. She shakes her head.

“Well, there is another way,” she says. I watch as she gets up and moves to her desk. When she sits back down my eyes fall upon the leather straps and padlocks. My clit throbs hard at the sight and I can feel myself grow more aroused by the second. “I can secure your legs into the stirrups. That way we don’t need to concern ourselves with any movement that may interfere with this examination.”

“O-Okay,” I stutter.

I can only think about my pulsating pussy and the sensation of leather kissing my skin. She maneuvers straps around both of my ankles, fastening them to the stirrups, then padlocks them into place. I’m surprised when she continues up my legs, next securing both knees, and then finally my thighs. I attempt to pull my legs from the stirrups to no avail—it’s like I’m glued to the device. And there is absolutely nothing I can do now to free myself. My doctor has the keys to the padlocks. It’s her choice to free me or not—I could be stuck here the rest of my life if she decided.

Those thoughts continue to pour into my mind. I squirm, my fingers curling around the sides of the chair. I want nothing more than to reach between my thighs and rub my clit to an explosive orgasm. I want to grip my tits and pull my nipples and moan louder than ever before. But I can’t. Unless I want to embarrass myself more than I already have.

Her gloved hands return to my thighs, and I feel goosebumps raising on my skin. I breathe heavily as she inserts the speculum, my hole being stretched wide. My doctor continues to work with a blank face—her professionalism is uncanny, but then again, she’s a doctor. That’s her job.

“Your vulva appears perfectly healthy. I’m going to examine your vagina and cervix now. I’m going to push your gown up further so I can see your abdomen.”

I watch with parted lips as she pushes my gown up, revealing my lower stomach. Her eyes skim over the rest of my body, stopping level with my tits. I know she can see my hard nipples pressing against that damn fabric. I subconsciously try to pull my legs free, and instantly move my arms to cover myself.

“Try to keep your arms by your side. I’m going to insert my fingers inside of your cunt.”

My eyes widen at the crude language she uses, but before I can say anything (not that I really even wanted too—I found that her language only heightened my arousal) I feel her fingers enter my dripping hole. I can’t help the moans that escape my lips. Her fingers move in circles inside of me, and she only pushes them deeper. Her other hand is pressing down on my abdomen. For a moment I swear she touched my g-spot, because my toes are curling and my back is arching. I immediately go to reach for her hands, wanting to pushing them deeper—make her fingers move faster. I’m right about to cum, leaking pathetically and making a mess all over my thighs and the tissue paper that sits beneath my bottom.

But she retracts her fingers. It only takes a moment for me to realize what I have just done, and my face is beet red. Holy fuck, I almost just came at the gynocologist. On her fingers. And I was moaning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m beyond humiliated, angry at myself for letting my horniness get the best of me. What am I, a teenage boy? I should be able to control myself, not act like some slut during the middle of a medical examination!

“I’m—“

“I told you to hold your arms by your side. I also can’t have you making so much noise. What would the people outside my office think? Are you trying to get me in trouble?” she asks. Her tone is even and firm, yet still slightly degrading.

I’m flabbergasted. “No-no, of course I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, ma’am.”

She again gets up and goes to her desk. When she returns, there are more straps and padlocks, some of them longer than others.

“My only option is to further restrain you. If not, this will be the end of your examination. You can return home, however this visit will still be charged.”

Deep down I knew I didn’t want to leave. And I had already payed for the visit. I felt bad, too. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

“Yes... yes that’s fine. Of course.”

My clit has a heart beat of its own. And as I watch her fasten my wrists to the sides of the chair, padlocking them into place, the heart beat gets louder and louder. I’m shocked when she continues to fasten the straps around my chest, one of them above my breasts and the other below. It’s humiliating—they look magnified and huge from being squeezed together, and my nipples are even more noticeable. Another strap is fed along my abdomen, until I’m compeltely secured to the chair, my legs spread wide and my slick, puffy pussy on display to my doctor. The gown hardly offers much coverage anymore.

“I will also ask that you consent to this being placed into your mouth.” She shows me the device, and my eyes widen. It appears to be a gag. The strap is black, but the center is a silver ring, and there are several metallic appendages that are fixed off the ring. It looks as if it can be screwed in a certain manner.

Still, I nod, opening my mouth for her. Her heels click as she walks around my restrained body, and she settles the ring behind my teeth. I groan at the uncomfortable feeling of my mouth being stretched wide open, coughing gently when she strictly fastens it. I don’t notice that she pulls the strap as tight as possible, buckling the gag into place.

When she walks back around to face me, she reaches forward, gripping the screws on either side of the gag. I’m surprised when she starts to twist, the gag only stretching wider and wider until I can’t possibly expand my jaw open any further. I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life, and I begin to shake my head, my incoherent pleas for release and relief going unnoticed.

I realized now what I’ve done. I’ve compeltely given up control to my doctor—a woman I hardly even know. And now I’m restrained entirely to this chair, hardly able to move an inch, strictly gagged and already drooling all over my chest. I can’t fathom how utterly pathetic I must look right now, but all I can do is wait for the examination is over to be released.

When she sits back down in the chair between my thighs, I watch her eyes scan over my bound form. She removes her gloves, only to replace them with a fresh pair, then returns to focusing on my exposed cunt. I groan again as her fingers penetrate me, pumping away slowly, milking me towards the edge. I squirm freely in my bonds, grunting as I tug against the iron-like restrains. All I can do is curl my toes and my fingers and shake my head from side to side.

I can hear the squelching of my juices, and she increases her pace, curling her fingers inside of me. My clit is throbbing, desperate for attention I wonder if it will ever receive. As soon as I’m about to cum, she again withdraws her fingers. I’m panting and sweating, drool seeping down my chin and neck.

“I think I know exactly why you’re so wet,” she says. “A couple other patients of mine participate in orgasm denial with their partners as well. It’s quite easy to tell a denied pussy from a satisfied one. Yours is... quite denied. I hope you don’t mind if I see for myself how far you can be pushed.”

I begin to thrash in my bonds, making every attempt in the book to free myself or at least hide myself from her. But there’s nothing I can do. I watch helplessly as she picks up the pair of scissors on the tray and takes them to my gown. She cuts away at the fabric, eventually managing to slip the remainder of the material out from beneath the straps binding my chest to the chair. Now, I’m truly on display. My tits and pussy are both out, and my nipples are completely hard.

I groan as she massages my tits, tweaking my nipples between her fingertips. She slaps at them, prodding them with her fingers.

“Incredible,” she hums in approval.

She gets up and when she returns, there’s a series of toys in her hands. The medical equipment once on the tray was now replaced with a plethora of toys she intended to use for my torture. A vibrator, a dildo, nipple clamps, weights, a makeup brush, and a feather all sit in a nice line.

I whimper when the clamps are fastened onto my nipples. There’s no hesitation when the weights are added, pulling down on my tits. The burning sensation coaxes me to the edge, and I watch in horror as she picks up the dildo. My moans fill the room as she fills me entirely with the toy, pushing it to the hold then using a strip of tape to hold it in place. Her fingers ghost along my lips, and my entire body tenses with pleasure when she takes to fingers to my clit, applying plenty of pressure to the aching spot.

“I have never seen a cunt as soaked as yours in my life. Seeing as you’re a slut for denial, I hope you won’t mind if coax a few edges out of you myself, dear.”

My body is on fire as I approach the edge, whimpering in defeat when those fingers leave me hanging once more.

“Now for the brush.”

She grabs the delicate brush and drags it through my folds, soaking the bristles and drawing circles around my clit. She paints my pussy with my own wetness, and I’m trembling all over. I pull at my wrists, my tits heaving with every breath I take. My jaw aches terribly, but the feeling of an incoming orgasm cancels out any sliver of discomfort I might feel—maybe the discomfort even adds.

I lose track of the amount of edges performed with the brush. All I know is that by the end of it, I had made a mess of the tissue paper beneath me.

My doctor takes a moment to pause, allowing me a break. But not much longer goes by before she continues on with the edges using the vibrator. She drags the buzzing toy all around my cunt on its lowest seething, teasing my inner thighs and pussy lips. I gasp as she places the toy against my tortured nipples, which she eventually removed the clamps from.

When she stops, it’s to look at her phone.

“Excuse me for a moment. I’m being requested at the front desk. I will return shortly, please remain where you are and try to not make any noise.”

I try to beg her to not leave—or to at least let me cum before she disappears, but there’s nothing I can say or do.

But my heart drops into my stomach as she opens the door, swinging it wide open. She kicks a door stopper in, fixing it in place so that the room is completely open to anyone who may walk back. I watch her, unable to comprehend my own shock. There’s no way she would just leave it open like that, not when I look like this—

I thrash in my bonds, crying out for her. This is utterly humiliating. I can’t believe this. There are tears in my eyes, but nothing I can do as she heads down the hallway.

I don’t know how to act as doctors and nurses pass the door. Some of them simply ignore my pathetic form while others will stop at the doorway, stare, and laugh and my predicament. I can only watch with pleading eyes, my cheeks hot pink at the thought of them being able to see my pussy spread open all for them.

One doctor even entered, walking circles around me, their gloves hands examining every inch of my skin. Their fingers prodded at my tits and flicked my nipples, chuckling when they managed to stirr a reaction out of me.

“Very nice tits,” they said. “And a pretty pussy too.”

After a few gentle pats on my cunt and stroking my inner thighs, they left.

A few nurses had gathered in front of the door not long after. They pointed and snickered at me, pulling out their phones to snap a few pictures of the new office slut.

“What a whore.”

“Yeah, she’s a slut. Look at how wet she is.”

“Pathetic.”

My doctor returns a few moments later with a clipboard, closes the door, then sits down.

“I’ve decided to schedule you for a follow up visit next week. There are a few more tests I would like to run; however, I don’t have the exact equipment needed to properly run these certain tests today.”

I can only imagine what she has planned.

“I’m going to have you sit tight while I fill out the rest of your chart. Also, you are absolutely not allowed to touch yourself under any circumstances until the next visit. At that point I will decide what your body requires—or, more specially, your cunt. If you think you will have trouble obeying these rules, nod now and I will have one of the nurses bring in a device to assist you through the week.”

I pondered for a moment. I had already planned on rubbing my cunt raw as soon as I got into my car... but I was intruiged. And still ridiculously horny. I moaned.

“Very well.”

A nurse entered the room moments later with a box, and my doctor finally released me from my restraints and my gag. However, I was not allowed to interrupt her as she fixed me into the contraption I would wear for the next week.

“Stand up straight, dear. Legs apart. Please place your hand on the back of your head and thrust out your tits. That’s a good girl.”

She slipped her hand down between my thighs, fingers rubbing at my clit. I moan, closing my eyes, my brows knitting together as I felt another orgasm ready to rack my body. Of course, she pulled away, leaving me aching and dripping.

Moments later, I felt metal encircle my waist, and she had me suck in comfortably. Once the belt was fixed into place, a similar metal strap was fed between my leg and pushed up against my throbbing and sopping wet pussy. I moaned, my clit twitching. She slipped the key into place and locked on the contraption. Her gloved hands pressed against the plate, and I whimpered in defeat, unable to feel any sensations against my denied clit.

“But... but—“

“No,” she said simply. “Now, you will be emailed instructions on how to clean and function every day with the device. You will also be required every day to do something that will ensure peak arousal. When you return for you next visit, I can only move forward if you have reached maximum arousal. Understand, dear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. You may dress yourself and leave. Don’t forget to sign out.”

[edgedisbetter]

Holy shit this story😍😍