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It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."

You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...

"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"

"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?

"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"

Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.

"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."

As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.

We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.

"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.

I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.

"Very good, one more time for me."

You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.

"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."

The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?

While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.

"I'm - I'm sorry?"

"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."

You stare at me. "Remove my - "

"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.

I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.

I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.

Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."

I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."

Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.

"And spread for us, please."

Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.

"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "

You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...

My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".

The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.

The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.

"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."

The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.

You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"

"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"

You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.

One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.

It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.

The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."

Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."

"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.

You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...

The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.

You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.

"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."

Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.

"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."

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You must obey

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I'm looking for someone to discreetly finger me under the table at the family reunion or party. I'd be trying to stay silent, keeping my whimpers and moans quiet, struggling not to roll my eyes back or let my tongue loll out as I come hard, my legs shaking.

I'd then would have no other option but to wear my cum soaked panties for the rest of the dinner

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invite your friends over for a small party and get me really high. hold me on your lap and openly grope and finger me while i'm too high and dizzy to fully realize what's going on anymore. i moan helplessly as you make me ride your cock in front of everyone, calling me a slut as you squeeze my neck. telling me that i'm such a dirty whore for being so horny that i had to fuck your right here and now. make me admit how dirty i am as i cum all over your cock while your friends laugh at me.

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Had an edible and then I got my guts rearranged for like an hour and a half 😵‍💫

Air came second, his pleasure came first. I slobbered and gagged on his cock, feeling it deep in my throat. His moans were joyous music to my ears, every sigh compelling me further down. Taking every inch, my muscles relaxing and choking a little and sucking more.

My body was like melted butter, and I was so pliant in my dizzy and disoriented state. My panties came off easily, his fingers slipping them off as easily as water. Feeling me, teasing me- threatening more. Promising more. I moan, my body on cloud nine as he preps my dripping hole for his aching cock.

Being so hazy, feeling nothing but euphoria as his cock slammed into me, harder and harder, my mind thinking of nothing but the pleasure. Being used. Being owned. Being his good little slut who takes it, takes it all, takes every last inch of his cock and taking more. I barely notice when he releases into my pussy with [] breaths, I keep going, rocking my hips into his dick again and again, riding him and making the pleasure continue.

Fuck, I can't think. Just fucking as hard as I can, my pussy dripping and soaking and begging for more and more. It comes in the form of him wrapping my arms around me and rolling me onto him so that I'm sitting, cowgirl style, on his lap, feeling him deep in my walls, pressing into the one spot that makes me moan the loudest. I'm not in control of my body, the weed fully fogging my mind and making the blood rush to my groin even faster. He swears, feeling me trying to squeeze and milk his cum. He buries his face in my neck, his teeth scraping my skin, his tongue sucking and leaving bruises. The only thing I can hear, blissed out of my mind, is the smacking of hips as he goes faster and faster. I can only focus on the delicious feeling of him pounding into my cunt. I feel used.. owned. The pleasure in the center of my body, hiding just beneath my skin, grows more and more, until I'm ready to burst. So it's his, I can feel it. Every part of my body feels completely and utterly packed with a taste of orgasm, like a wave bearing the sand. He can feel it, too, his muscles begin to tremble from effort as we hold each other and move our bodies in time. Each side of his hands pushed me farther down his cock, and every squeeze of my arms drove him harder and harder home. He's close. I feel closer. His cock makes me feel good. Fuck, I feel like I'm in heaven, the way he makes love to me. The way he fucks me. The way he claims more and and more of my body to himself.

He comes, with everything in me shivering and begging to be bred again.. and again

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Need one of those chairs with a built-in dildo. Just imagine, you call your friends over for dinner and place the chair along with the other normal chairs in the dining room. You make me wear a skirt with no panties and force me to sit all the way down in the dildo chair. Your friends arrive for dinner and sit right across from me, completely oblivious I'm sitting on a dildo as to others and, it looks like a normal chair I'm sitting on. I almost make it through the night without anyone noticing until you suddenly slip a vibrator inside my skirt on max and place it on my clit which causes me to cum with a loud moan right in front of your friends. I look up, expecting them to be shocked only to see them stroking their cocks. Turns out they knew from the beginning. I look at you, wanting an answer only to see you grinning and I realize you were prepping me for a long night all along.

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when my darling is being a smarty pants i get the urge to spread her legs and edge her silly

slap my cock against her needy pussy until her brain is leaking down her thighs

what happened ? can't think straight anymore sweetheart ?

at this point, all she can do is buck her hips and whine like a slut, begging for me to fuck her stupid

so, i'll just pound her brains out until she's nothing but a brainless wet whimpering mess

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my tongue and your body

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My current hole asked me why I told her to edge a couple of times a day. I just told her it makes her a good girl, but of course there's more to it.

After edging she is left needy. Her cunt distracts her all the time, so she is dumber. She just can't think about serious things if the first thought she has is "god I want to be railed soooooo hard right now" accompanied by daydreaming about cocks entering all her holes.

This on its own would be enough, but combining edging with teaching orgasm obedience is a man's superpower over a slut, because it lets him punish or praise her with sex. Even if you're angry at her, you can still fuck her and she will still learn her lesson.

She did something wrong? I tell her to edge herself twice as often that day and wait a few hours. After that she will do anything just to get dicked down.

Not only she will offer herself, saying "I'm terribly sorry Sir", but she will follow up with "please please fuck me, I'll do anything, please, just give me your cock, I want it so bad, you can even fuck my ass".

And I will fuck her. But I won't let her come, since she was a bad bitch and needs to be corrected. I will do all the stuff she loves because I taught her how good choking, name calling, beating or being on a leash feels, but warn that if she comes, she'll receive her worst punishment so far.

So she perserveres through all that. And the sight of her face twisted by both pleasure and concentration to not cross the edge is a balm on my broken by her disobedience heart. The tears of frustration are the sweetest nectar I've ever tasted.

The fact that she doesn't give up to the pleasure is the thing that will make me forgive her. But I won't let her orgasm, she needs a material lesson.

Instead I just pump my sperm in her, make her lick my cock clean and thank me for the session.

The craving to cum her brains out will make her behave. The memory of frustration she is feeling as my cum leaks out of her hole, used, but not satisfied, will prevent her making the same mistake ever again

Keep your toys edged and teach them to only cum on command.

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You woke up sore, tired and confused. For some reason you lie under His desk, not in the usual spot you sleep in - your cage.

You look down and see something written on your thigh. Before you start reading, a memory comes. Owner hosted a party yesterday!

Before you can do anything, your pussy reminds of its existence. You are so needy right now. Not even thinking about that, you have started rubbing it a moment ago.

"I'm such a good girl," you whisper to yourself. This is one of your mantras and it makes your hole twitch. You take away the hand, fearing you might cum. "Good girls cum only on command." Another one escapes your lips, making you moan and hump the air.

The process repeats itself a few times - one of your commands is to edge for five minutes when you wake up. Something is different though - your pussy is more excited than ever.

When it finally ends, you remember something. The thigh! You look down, and start reading. You are just stupid holes, so it takes you a few minutes. It could be easier, but your hand decided to gently stroke your pussy. You didn't even notice it.

You finally decipher the letters and put them to words:

Use me!

Blowjobs: free :)

Pussy: 50

No condom: 100

Anal: 200

Beating: 300

You don't understand. You tilt your head, a trained sign you are thinking about something. After a moment when you can't crack this riddle, you give up. "Girls don't think" you say and giggle. Your mind blanks for a moment.

You were such a good girl this morning. You start considering fingering yourself for just a moment as a treat. Owner allowed you that. He said "Good girls train themselves." He did not explain more, but you trust Him.

Before you decide, a door opens. You see Him, and everything else fades. The pain no longer exists, as happiness washes over you.

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when my darling is being a smarty pants i get the urge to spread her legs and edge her silly

slap my cock against her needy pussy until her brain is leaking down her thighs

what happened ? can't think straight anymore sweetheart ?

at this point, all she can do is buck her hips and whine like a slut, begging for me to fuck her stupid

so, i'll just pound her brains out until she's nothing but a brainless wet whimpering mess

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You had decided to explore an abandoned building with your friends for your YouTube channel you all ran together. You all had your own camera, so only the best angles of anything could be put in the video. As you walked into the building you began to feel a bit nervous since you hadn't been in an abandoned building in quite a while. The last time you guys recorded a video like this was months ago and you felt a little on edge due to the eerie atmosphere.

As you and your friends explored your surroundings and peaked into once occupied rooms, you ended up getting distracted. While you were distracted, one of your friends hid around a corner and waited for you to walk close before jumping out and scaring you, causing you to scream and punch them in the shoulder while your other friends laughed. You were put even more on edge because of it and were looking for a good opportunity to get back at them for it.

At one point, you had all split up to explore individually, and you took it as your chance for revenge. While you were alone, you found a storage closet and quickly snuck inside so you could jump out and scare your friends when they walked past. The closet was rather dark with the door closed, making it hard to see your surroundings properly. The closet felt cramped and humid, making you a bit uncomfortable. You quickly decided the scare wasn't worth having to wait in there for god knows how long and you reached out to open the door only to quickly have something grab your arms and waist and pull you back quickly causing you to hit the wall and for the shelves on each side of the closet to shake a bit, in the process you dropped your camera. You went to scream, but as your mouth opened, what was undeniably a tentacle was shoved into your mouth.

You struggled against the tentacles to no avail as the one in your mouth began slowly thrusting in and out and working its way a bit deeper each time. You eventually relaxed your body in hopes of it thinking you were dead and letting you go but instead you were met with the tentacle in your mouth picking up the pace and eagerly facefucking you. You whimpered around the tentacle and tried to move your legs enough to get you free only for them to be grabbed as well. As your mouth was fucked you could feel more tentacles pulling your pants and underwear off of you until you were left naked from the waist down. More tentacles pushed your shirt up and began teasing your nipples.

A wave of anxiety rushes over you as you feel a tentacle rubbing against your exposed cunt, you're immediately ashamed of how wet you are down there and you hope they don't notice. But they obviously do, and they take it as encouragement that you like what they're doing. As the tentacle rubbing against you stops, you begin to hope the tentacles won't go any further. But the tentacles holding your legs in place begin readjusting you, and suddenly your legs are being pushed up and forced into an extremely embarrassing position. Before you can fully process this a tentacle begins pressing it's tip against your entrance before sliding in and beginning to fuck you.

You try to struggle a bit at first but quickly give up knowing it's pointless. A hot shame burns your entire body as you're fucked against the wall in what can only be described as a gravity defying mating press. Your soaking wet cunt makes embarrassing squelching noises as you're fucked by the almost too big tentacle. The tentacle in your mouth continues to pound away without regard as you adjust to having your hole stuffed.

It quickly became very clear that the tentacle fucking you was doing it's best to restrain itself while you adjusted but it could only resist it's urges for so long before it joined the tentacle in your mouth in pounding you ruthlessly and animalistically. You could feel the tentacle touching your cervix with each deep desperate thrust. It was clear the tentacle had been pent up for a very long time and it seemed to have no qualms against using you like a fleshlight.

A particularly rough thrust sent you over the edge, cumming hard around the tentacle as it continued to fuck you ruthlessly. As you came down from your orgasm you began licking and sucking on the tentacle in your mouth subconsciously, finally accepting your fate as you were fucked by a creature you couldn't even see. Not long after you felt the tentacle buried deep in your cunt twitching, you braced yourself for the inevitable as it wasted no time pressing itself right up against your cervix as the tentacle in your mouth stopped.

Moments later you felt your womb being pumped full of thick hot cum, you could feel each warm rope splash against your insides as you were stuffed full of way more cum than you thought you ever would. The feeling was enough to send you over the edge again and assisting in milking the rest of the load out. Once the tentacle was done cumming it began pulling back, you expected it to pull out all the way but instead it roughly thrusted all the way back in. It did this a few more times, making a loud squelch each time as it shoved its way into your cumstuffed hole. It eventually resumed pounding you again, the tentacle in your mouth soon following.

You quickly gave in and accepted this thing would be fucking you until it was satisfied, god knows how long it'd been waiting for someone to pass through for it to fuck. The load from before dripped out of you onto the floor as you were fucked, the creature soon noticing and shoving both tentacles in you deep before pausing. Before you could even think you were suddenly flipped upside down and the tentacles resumed fucking you with little resistance from you.

Eventually, you could feel the tentacle twitching again before it pressed itself deep into you and came right against your cervix again. This time the cum was all held inside of you by gravity and you were inescapably forced to feel every last drop deep inside of you. The feeling of the hot cum filling you caused you to have another brain melting orgasm. You weren't even surprised when the tentacle wasted no time pounding you again.

Much like a bouncy ball that bounced a little less high each time, the more times the tentacle came inside you the shorter amount of time it took it to cum again. You sucked the tentacle in your mouth in an almost desperate manner as you were filled over and over with cum. At some point it began overflowing despite you being held upside down but the tentacle didn't seem to care too much at that point. Eventually both tentacles pulled out of you and you let out a sigh as you struggled to attempt to see anything in the dark as you felt the tentacle that had once been inside you rub up against your hole before releasing a slimey substance that quickly hardened, you immediately figured it was to keep the cum inside and you were grateful for it.

Soon enough, a flashlight was flicked on by the tentacles from nearby, and you were set down before they all retracted suddenly. You grabbed the flashlight and your clothes off of one of the shelves and quickly put them back on as you looked around to see where the tentacles had gone. You soon saw a small glob creature on the floor looking up at you and chirping. When you looked at it, it flattened itself and covered part of the floor before reaching out a tentacle it had made to boop you on the nose and then retracting back to its smaller form. You reached down to pick it up, and it made a few more delighted chirps at you. You quickly decided to slip it into your pocket. You couldn't imagine being left alone here for so long.

As you walked out of the closet, you picked up your camera and went to go find your friends. Not realizing it had been recording everything, but it'd be fine. Your friends wouldn't mind seeing the sight later.

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