Debbie Loves Doctors: Medical Fetish BDSM Sex Exam

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As a member of The Club, Debbie revealed her darkest fantasy. When it’s her turn to live it out, will she go through with it and let a doctor and his nurse subject her to a BDSM exam and some unconventional treatments? How badly does she want her fantasy?

The diagnosis is *hot* as Debbie is called in to handle some administrative details and discovers that a doctor and his naughty nurse are waiting to help her fulfill her kinkiest medical exam fantasies. They give her everything she’s been hoping for with a few sexy, knee-shaking surprises thrown in. Take two interns and call a doctor in the morning.

This erotic short story is approximately 11,000 words long and is intended for adults only. All the characters are 18 years of age or older. This story involves medical device play during bondage and lots of thrilling rubber gloves. It may not be for the faint of heart.

Rape fantasies and rape are very different things, and this story in no way condones violent rape.

Enjoy this excerpt from Debbie Loves Doctors:

When they came back in, Nurse Sylvia pushed a cart in front of her and the doctor pulled an IV pole. He was frowning. “I’m told that you must not have held the thermometer in properly, Debbie. We’ll have to take your temperature again.”

The nurse pulled straps from the bottom of the table, securing Debbie above her breasts, below them, and at her waist, while she still wore the gown. The restraints were tight enough that Debbie couldn’t forget about them, but not tight enough to hurt or hamper circulation. She could barely move, even wriggling side to side.

The doctor sat on a stool between Debbie’s legs and held up the thermometer he was going to use so she could see it. It was larger than a normal rectal thermometer and made her shiver. Debbie was inexperienced when it came to anal play. The few times she’d tried anal sex, the man had either been too rough or clumsy, or he hadn’t been into it.

“I’m going to use lubricant on you now, to make insertion easier,” he said, just as a good doctor actually would warn the patient before he did anything. Debbie reminded herself that he was a real doctor.

He held up his hand and snapped the glove on, sending a flutter through Debbie’s stomach. She wondered if her real gyne had any idea that when he snapped those gloves on, it made her pussy clench.

The lube was cold on her asshole, making her flinch even though she could barely move.

“Easy,” he said. “Just relax.”

She felt the thermometer pushing into her fully exposed hole and tried to relax, as he said.

“That’s good. Now you give me a proper temperature this time.” His bare hand touched her thigh and stroked slowly up and down while he held the thermometer in place. It felt as if he’d pushed it deep into her, and she swore she felt it moving, as if he were slowly turning it.

While this went on, Nurse Sylvia moved all around the table, humming. She hung a full bag from the IV pole with a tube attached. Oh God, an enema, Debbie realized. Her eyes widened as she looked at some of the devices on the cart–some were positively wicked-looking, and nothing she’d ever seen at her doctor’s office.

After a couple of minutes, Debbie felt the “thermometer” sliding in and out of her while the doctor’s hand kneaded her inner thigh. Then it disappeared.

“Your temperature is about what I expected, Debbie,” he said. “Hot.”

Sylvia laughed, a little tinkling sound that would easily get on someone’s nerves after a while. She held up the ruined paper she’d pulled off the table and pointed at a prominent wet spot. “Look what she did earlier, Doctor. Didn’t need her temperature to see how hot she was.”

“Hmm.  Have you examined her breasts, Nurse?”

“Not yet, Doctor.”

“I see.” He rose and approached Debbie, then rested his bare hand over the paper. He grabbed the edge of her gown between the straps above and below her breasts and tore it back, exposing her. He did the same with the other side. “There.” He smiled at Debbie, who again noticed how handsome he was and how distinguished looking. Then her attention turned to his hand, hovering over her breasts.

“Nipples look normal, protruding nicely, though I’d like it if they jutted out even more. Maybe some suction therapy is in order.” He brushed his thumb over each one, then gently kneaded her breast as if actually examining it. He moved to the other. “Breasts feel fine. Let’s check the nipple sensitivity.”

“Here’s a Wartenberg wheel, Doctor.” Nurse Sylvia handed him an instrument made from shiny steel. It had a handle and a tiny wheel on the edge covered with spikes. He rolled it on Debbie’s breast, the pressure extremely light. It was like being poked very gently with something small and sharp–not painful, just . . . interesting. The doctor applied more pressure, making each little poke feel more intense. Then he rolled the wheel over her nipple. Debbie inhaled quickly.

“Ah, sensitive nipples. That’s good.” He pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled up, then rolled the wheel around the base of it. Debbie whimpered at the strange, slightly painful feeling. He did the same on the other side.

“Forceps,” he said. Nurse Sylvia handed him an instrument that he used to clip to the bottom of Debbie’s nipple, pinching it. Debbie whimpered more loudly.

“Oh, that’s the lowest setting, my dear. You can handle it.” The top of her nipple was exposed above the forceps, so he rolled the wheel slowly over it. Debbie shouted behind the gag. A forceps was attached to her other nipple, leaving the squeezed tip vulnerable in the same way. He rolled the wheel over her nipples a few more times and chuckled when Debbie struggled against her wrist restraints.

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