She kept her pubic hair trimmed neatly, but didn’t shave any of it-her entire pubic area was covered in a fine, blond fuzz which, far from obscuring her genitals, actually seemed to catch the light and gave a fine golden sheen to her most personal parts.
‘Excellent, Serena,’ Dr. Andrew smiled, gesturing at the table, ‘why don’t you hop up there on the table and stretch out on your back.’
Serena complied, with her arms at her sides and her legs pressed together, and as she lay back Dr. Andrew let her get comfortable for a moment, then moved to her side.
‘The nature of what we are going to do involves your nervous system, Serena. You know how when you were a child the doctor would tap your knee with a little hammer and your leg would kick all by itself? That is a reflex, and very much the same kind of thing can happen when we do relaxation treatments, but sometimes with more of your body. It’s essential that we are able to isolate the stimuli that creates the response we’re looking for in your body, and then continue it until we achieve the nervous system cycle that will give you the satisfaction and relief you’re seeking.
‘It’s simply not possible to do that effectively if you’re experiencing reflexive movements the whole time-your body must be still so I can focus my skills on the right areas, for the right amount of time-so we are going to use these soft leather straps to help stabilize you.’
Serena looked a little surprised, but said she understood, and remained still as the doctor buckled straps around each ankle and above each knee, then drew her arms above her head and asked her to grasp her elbows while he strapped her wrists and her upper arms to the table. Moving to the middle of the table, he laid a wider strap across her lower belly and over her hip bones. It fell between her navel and the top edge of her pubic hair, and he cinched it down firmly. Finally, through a pair of narrow slits in the table on either side of her neck, Dr. Andrew fed a light strap lined with soft fur and secured her throat-more loosely than the other straps so she could breathe freely, but tight enough that she could not fully raise her head.
‘Are you comfortable, Serena?’ He asked.
Serena’s eyes were closed, and she seemed to be getting more comfortable with the whole situation. She nodded.
‘Yes, the table is really nice and warm. I feel great.’
Dr. Andrew stepped to the tall cabinet next to my chair, released the clasp, and opened the doors. Inside sat a bank of electronic equipment full of switches and buttons, and a large flat-screen monitor which he powered on. Returning to the table, he opened a drawer from under my naked daughter, and I caught a glimpse of a wide assortment of exotic looking implements. He withdrew what appeared to be a digital wristwatch, walked to the head of the table, installed it on Serena’s wrist, and with the beep of a button turned it on.
‘This is simply a heart-rate monitor connected wirelessly to that computer over there,’ he explained, pointing to the display in the cabinet which had come to life with her real-time data. ‘It will help us find her optimal state for relaxation cycles.’
‘Now we’ll get started. Serena, I’d like you to spend the rest of our time together focusing on two things: being as relaxed as possible at all times, and telling me what parts of the process feel very good to you. Can you do that?’
Serena nodded again, and took several deep, slow breaths to show she was cooperating.
Dr. Andrew stepped to the side of the table, briefly surveyed the young body secured to it before him bathed in soft light, and gently, firmly placed both hands on her, one just below her breasts, the other just below her belly button. He left them there, feeling her breath, feeling her pulse, connecting with her nervous, naked form as he prepared to guide her through the treatment.
After a few moments he felt her breathe deeply again and relax a little, becoming accustomed to his touch. Without moving his hand on her lower body, he used the other to slowly, ever-so-gently trace the contours of her upper body with just one or two of his fingertips. Barely making contact with her skin, he glided over her shoulders, her arms, her jawline and throat, and down across her clavicle and between her breasts and along her ribcage, which rose and fell with a shudder as he drew his fingers up her side, along the outside curve of her breast, and over her exposed underarm. Despite the warmth of the room and the table, a multitude of goosebumps leapt to life on her breast, and her nipple crinkled and hardened even though he hadn’t actually touched it. Dr. Andrew took all this in with a clinical precision, noting the degree of sensitivity of each area of her body and the response touching it evoked from her. Her heart rate increased by about ten beats per minute. He repeated the entire course of discovery along the other side of her body, and watched with deep attention as her other nipple followed the lead of its counterpart and deepened in color as it hardened and pressed outward from her breast.
Returning his hand to its place on her chest, he began a similar process with his other hand on her lower body. Down her outer thighs, calves, feet, then up her inner thighs, barely brushing through the soft hair between their juncture-Serena’s hips tightened as his fingers crested the hill of her mons and pressed almost imperceptibly against her slit, and Dr. Andrew froze, leaving his fingers there, threatening to invade her most private area, holding her firmly against the table with his other hand, until she took another deep breath and loosened her body again. Satisfied that she was becoming accustomed to his touch and learning to accept his explorations, he returned both hands to their starting position and held her there for several more deep breaths.
Gently bringing his hands together on her chest, he softly separated them and began caressing her breasts. His fingers slowly rode down the slope of her bosom as it dropped from her clavicle and descended toward her nipples, but just before reaching those sensitive little buttons he rolled down the sides of her full breasts, following their full curves and coming to rest at their soft underbellies, which he cupped firmly. Taking her in two generous handfuls, he squeezed gently and watched as her back arched and her nipples darkened. He began to slowly, rhythmically knead her breasts, Serena’s heart rate ticked up another eight beats, and Dr. Andrew observed quietly to me that she was holding her breath. Releasing his hold, he brought his fingers to her nipples. Taking them between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged ever-so-lightly, then released them. Repeating this several times, he smiled as he watched as her nipples crinkled and hardened, countless goosebumps returning to her breasts and spreading down her lithe sides. A gasp released the pent-up air from Serena’s lungs, and she laughed unexpectedly.
‘Oh my god, that feels really good!’
Dr. Andrew chuckled approvingly and continued to play with her nipples for several more minutes, noting that she was loosening up already and was doing very well for her first time. Experimenting with different types of stimuli, he asked her what felt best. Her favorite was when he pinched quite hard for a couple seconds, then released, letting the blood flow back to her bright-pink little nubs.