I noticed that Dr. Andrew maintained contact at all times with her body-both hands never left her skin at the same time, so there was a continuity of touch. Resting one hand casually on her right breast now, he reached below the table and pressed a button. Serena squeaked as she felt herself move, and I was fascinated to see that the lower half of the table was separated beneath her legs, and articulated as well. With a low hum from a motor her legs were slowly drawn up and spread apart, and her hips tilted a couple degrees forward, granting access to her entire pelvic area.
Serena struggled momentarily, fighting to keep her legs together, but Dr. Andrew had secured her well, and she quickly realized her attempts to preserve some sense of modesty were futile. A pout formed on her lips as she resigned herself to Dr. Andrew’s intentions for her treatment.
For his part, Dr. Andrew maintained the calm air of a researcher. He paid no attention to the embarrassment that Serena was obviously experiencing, and focused a clinical attention instead on the tender female parts that had just been exposed to his view between her legs. He had a job to do, and a naive young girl’s sense of privacy was irrelevant to his task. From a physiological standpoint, careful stimulation of her clitoris and other areas would produce the result he was looking for, regardless of her feelings on the matter. That’s why patients were restrained, after all.
Serena’s vulva was beautiful. Two thick, puffy lips sealed perfectly and formed a long seam running from front to back, ending just above her anus. Her outer lips were so full that they remained completely shut, offering no hint of her inner labia or clitoris. In spite of her legs being spread by the mechanical table, only a tiny separation at the base of her slit had opened, its edges flecked with a delicate white cream that had leaked from her opening when her legs were still squeezed tightly together.
Dr. Andrew muttered an appreciative ‘my goodness,’ under his breath, adjusted his cock in his slacks with one hand, and began to slowly, gently massage Serena’s mons with the other. He stayed high on her mound, away from her slit, running his fingers softly through her short-trimmed pubic hair, then brought his thumb and fingers down both sides of her pussy and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Serena moaned and protested, attempting to buck her hips to avoid his explorations. She had never been touched like this before, and the newness of the experience was obvious. Certainly she was in no pain, but simply unfamiliar with the sensation of a man’s hand making itself comfortable with her genitals-and while it was doubtless pleasurable on one level, it was also invasive, authoritative, and deeply intimate, and her young mind was reeling as she began to understand that her bonds, the doctor’s touch, the rush of sensation in her belly were all part of her training for her next station in life. Ultimately she would learn to offer her body like this without having to be immobilized-she would be expected to be available at nearly all times, and to respond, unconsciously, with full physiological arousal for the benefit of whichever man had ***********ed her for an educational session.
Dr. Andrew continued to pay her struggles no mind, and with one eye on the computer monitor and the other on his work, he began delicately stroking his fingertips up and down Serena’s slit. I could see he was barely touching her skin-just slowly brushing along the entire length of her fat outer labia-and as her heart rate rose another ten beats to a solid 100, Serena’s breathing deepened and her hips started rocking subtly in unison with his touch.
The thick white cream that had leaked from her entrance was now replaced by a viscous, crystal-clear fluid that had begun to creep from the base of her slit, and a large bead had formed and sat precariously at the edge of her opening. Dr. Andrew drew my attention to it, and continued his caresses of Serena’s slit while carefully avoiding disturbing the growing drop of vaginal lubrication. Every couple strokes, however, we would notice a gentle convulsion of her vulva and anus, as if her body was trying to draw something inside it, and when the contraction passed, the shimmering drop would grow larger as more fluid was released from the young girl’s hungry vagina.
Finally a critical mass was reached as the droplet broke the bonds of surface tension, and a thick bead of fluid rushed over the crest of her opening and down the short slope to her anus, where it sat in a shimmering pool formed by her rosebud.
Dr. Andrew had evidently been waiting for this as a signal to proceed to the next phase, and his fingers now dipped lightly into her wetness and began gently massaging her anus. A tiny yelp escaped Serena’s mouth, but quickly turned into a surprised moan of pleasure as she felt the new sensation of a man’s finger exploring her butthole in tiny, circular motions. Every couple seconds her anus would pucker tighter, and the skill of Dr. Andrew became more evident as a veritable river of clear vaginal fluid now seemed to flow from the young girl’s entrance.
Carefully, Dr. Andrew worked her natural lubrication into every furrow of her star, gently pressing the slick fluid into the center of her anus each time she relaxed slightly.
Finally, with a patience I marveled at, Dr. Andrew placed his fingers along either side of my daughter’s slit and carefully spread her labia apart. The sight was mesmerizing: her outer lips opened to reveal a slick, soaking interior, and her lubrication was so thick that strands stretched across her lovely opening like clear syrup.
Dr. Andrew took a moment to appreciate this development, and then located Serena’s clitoris, buried deep in her labia at the top of her slit. It glistened, covered in her sweet juice, and he rubbed it gently a few times and muttered approvingly as she moaned loudly and raised her hips to meet his touch.
Leaving his hand on her vulva, he opened the drawer below the table again. Inside were two sets of instruments set in custom-formed foam. Along the top were five shiny black balls arranged in order of size; below were five thin, shiny black shafts about five inches long, arranged in order of thickness.
Dr. Andrew ***********ed a ball about an inch in diameter, and pressed a tiny button on it.
‘In addition to the heart rate monitor, in order to verify climaxes we use a couple other wireless sensors which will give us valuable information on the screen there as Serena reaches critical levels of treatment.
‘This is a highly sensitive pressure sensor; one of the benchmarks of the female climax is a rhythmic convulsion of the vaginal muscles. Serena is still a virgin, but her hymen is set back a little ways in her vagina, so I am going to slip this small device into her opening, and it will give us a visual readout on the monitor of her vaginal pressure.’
As he spoke, he slid the ball up and down Serena’s vulva, coating the device with her lubrication. When it was sufficiently slick, he pressed it gently inside her opening, where it sat held snugly by the tight young muscles of her entrance.