Doctor Knightley's Anatomy Lesson
"Now here, ladies and gentlemen, is what's colloquially referred to as the cunt--a little wider, please?" Madison numbly spread her legs further apart in response to Doctor Knightley's tapping gesture, her brain crawling with embarrassment at the detached curiosity in the eyes of the small group of onlookers. They weren't seeing her as a person, only as a body to be examined and studied and oh fuck practiced on, and Madison could already feel herself retreating deeper and deeper into dissociation as her former medical professional and current owner tapped her again with the vibrator, directly over her clit, to direct his audience's attention before continuing.
"Now obviously you know the ostensible purpose of the vagina from your more… conventional medical studies," he chuckled, drawing a few nervous smiles from the group, "but in addition to its reproductive purposes the cunt is tremendously useful as a tool of control. It's the most sensitive region of the body, with millions upon millions of nerve endings in a relatively tiny anatomical area, which means it can be used to stimulate intense pleasure. And as we've discussed in my first lectures, one of the fundamental principles of operant conditioning is that rewards are always more potent than punishments. Madison, if you could just hold your ankles for me?"
She complied, just as he knew she would, her eyes dull and vacant as she held herself in an even more helplessly exposed position for the edification of the half-dozen or so doctors her owner had recruited into his secret inner circle. They would all study his techniques, she knew, learning by example from her subjugated mind and trembling, desperate body exactly how to turn their own patients into slaves, and Madison wished she could even find it in herself to despair at that but all she could think about right now was the vibrator pressing down directly over her clit and what it would feel like if Doctor Knightley turned it on. "As you can see, this one's very responsive," he murmured, and Madison tried and failed not surge with arousal at his praise.
"As you can see, I'm not rewarding her for compliance," Doctor Knightley went on, keeping just enough pressure on the stubby purple wand to ensure that Madison was always maddeningly aware of its presence against her skin. "Intermittent rewards are always more effective than consistent rewards--that's the jackpot effect we discussed--so I gave Madison a lot of pleasure early on when I was first training her into obedience and now that we've tapered off a bit it makes her that much more eager to earn my favors. She's being silent for the purposes of this lecture, but I guarantee you that in her head she's simply begging me to turn this thing on." He chuckled again, and Madison was acutely aware of the tiny trickle of moisture leaking down her perineum at the notion of being so completely and thoroughly trained.
It somehow made her even wetter to know that even when he explained exactly what he was doing, even when he detailed it for a crowd of men and women in detached and clinical tones, Madison still couldn't resist it. She could feel her pussy starting to drool, embarrassing her with its desperation to cum, and she found that she only sank deeper into dissociated trance when Doctor Knightly parted her labia with two fingers and said, "Now to get into more precise and anatomical aspects of control…." He'd made her too weak to fight him. And Madison now craved that exact weakness.
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