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Now was not the time to chicken out. Chastity tried not to look at the exit sign as she waited for her name to be called. This was a doctor’s office, right? They probably heard about problems like this all the time. She took another deep breath and hugged her bag to her chest.

Big mistake.

Now her nipples were already hard and demanding attention. Just what she had hoped to avoid. The rough lace of her bra felt like glass shards as it dragged over her sensitive nubs. “Think about something else,” she pleaded with herself.

On the bright side, at least she had a visual representation of her problem to show the doctor. She laughed softly at her own embarrassment.

A baby fussed across the waiting room, and his young mother bounced him gently. His fussing turned to full-out wails and the young woman--probably not much older than Chastity--opened her blouse and a dark nipple immediately popped out. The baby greedily latched on. Chastity watched, completely transfixed. She wondered if the woman ever orgasmed from feeding. Chastity’s breasts felt heavy just thinking about it.

“Chastity Wilson?” A dour faced nurse called her name.

“Yes.” Chastity stood, keeping her bag in front of her. Why did they have to send the Grandma nurse? How was she supposed to explain her problem to her?

Luckily, Grandma Nurse dumped Chastity in an exam room without even taking her blood pressure. She motioned to the gown and left Chastity to strip down and put her gown on. The cold only worsened her problem. Her nipples were begging her to do something about the pressure they felt. The gown only made her feel more turned on. “You’re one sick puppy, Chastity Wilson,” she lectured herself as she tried to fit her 36DD breasts into the teeny gown. Not happening.

Chastity dutifully hopped up on the exam table and waited for the doctor. Just her luck, they’d probably send Grandpa Doctor. She should have explicitly requested a young female doctor. One who wouldn’t laugh. Maybe she should start making up some allergy symptoms.

A sharp knock sounded at the door.

“Yes,” Chastity answered, annoyed that her voice took on a nervous edge.

The door swung open to admit the doctor. Chastity wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. He definitely wasn’t Grandpa Doctor, but he was a man. At least he wasn’t in his twenties like her. No, this guy had definitely been out of medical school a while.

“I’m Doctor Burroughs.” He extended a hand towards her.

Chastity felt an electric tingle all the way to her nipples and the room suddenly felt even colder. Doctor Burroughs had short dark hair, professionally styled with a little gel with just a hint of a few sharp gray hairs scattered throughout. He was too old for her. Her nipples refused to listen.

“So what brings you in today?” Dr. Burroughs asked.

His voice reminded Chastity of her favorite radio DJ--low and smooth. Her thighs felt damp. She tried not to study his chiseled jaw or his large hands holding her chart. He was built like a warehouse--solid and all sharp edges with no hint of softness.

“Oh . . . um . . .nothing.” She looked away. Chicken.

“Nothing?” Dr. Burroughs raised an eyebrow.

Her thighs felt wetter. This was ridiculous. “Nothing,” she said firmly.

“Ah.” The doctor smiled indulgently at her. “Perhaps you’d feel more comfortable if the nurse joined us?”

Not Grandma Nurse. “No!”

“Okay. Well I see here that you just started a job with the Fleet Mortgage company. Your first out of college?”

Chastity nodded, not sure what this had to do with anything.

“Well, I’m betting you didn’t take off of work, get out your new health insurance card, and come all the way down here for nothing.” His eyes narrowed and the sternness of his words sent a shiver down her back.

“No.” Chastity looked at the tile floor. “I have this problem.”

“Okay.” The doctor scooted closer on the little rolling stool. “Trust me, I’ve heard them all.”

Chastity twisted her fingers in her red hair. “It’s with my breasts.”

“Lump?”

“No.”

“Discharge?”

“No.”

“What then?”

Chastity bit her lip and shook her head.

“Just tell me. Doctor/patient confidentiality.”

“There’s something wrong with my breasts. They’re hard all the time and tingly.”

“You mean your nipples get erect?”

Chastity turned bright red. “It’s more than that. It’s like . . . they constantly need . . . attention. Something’s . . . broken?”

She looked up, hopeful that maybe Dr. Burroughs would have an answer after all.

He scratched his chin, and leaned back on the stool. “I see,” he said at last. “Why don’t you lean back.”

He stood up and came to stand over the exam table. “I’m going to examine your breasts now, okay?”

“Okay.” A hard rush of anticipation hit Chastity right in the pussy. She hadn’t been this turned on the few times she’d had sex. Which was always such a let down. It was like her body wanted something, but then when she got it, it was never what she wanted.

She’d stopped trying. But, her little problem just kept getting worse. She kept needing to go to the bathroom to attend to her aching breasts, and her supervisor actually asked if she had a “problem.” She couldn’t let her start suspecting drugs or something worse. She couldn’t let her breasts get her fired.

Dr. Burroughs loosened the front ties of the gown. His hands felt warm, not cold like she’d expected, and each brush brought a new rush of wetness. He palmed the left breast, gripping it firmly. Even though his hands were huge, Chastity’s tit still spilled over. She had way more than a handful--even a Dr. Burroughs’s handful.

He squeezed in a firm, circular pattern. When Chastity had annual OB/GYN exams at the college health clinic, this was the part where she usually had to bite her lip and keep from wriggling, no matter how asexual the nurse practitioner. It was even worse right now.

Dr. Burroughs’s white lab coat fell open as he bent over to manipulate the other breast. The sight of his stethoscope resting against his corded neck and wide chest made her breathe catch. What was it about her and doctors? Ever since she’d figured out that it wasn’t normal to get turned on in the doctor’s office, she’d avoided them as much as possible.

Until now.

Her breath caught again as Dr. Burroughs released her breast to pallipitate the nipple. She squeezed her ass cheeks tightly together to keep from squirming with the pleasure of his firm touch. She felt the calluses of each finger as he pinched each nipple then released it. “More,” she wanted to moan. She bit her cheek instead.

“Everything seems normal.” Dr. Burroughs’s warm breath tickled her face. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she rasped.

“You’re trembling. Are you scared?”

“No.” Her voice was a harsh whisper. “Not scared.”

Dr. Burroughs chuckled softly, before lowering his voice. “If you’re not scared, then I think I know what the problem is.”

“You do?” Grateful relief flooded her body.

“You’re turned on.”

Relief quickly turned to shame. “No, no, I’m not. Not really.”

“Not really.” He laughed again then reached for her breast again. “You’re on fire.”

He pinched the left nipple again and pulled it away from her body. Her back arched and a small sigh escaped her lips. He repeated the motion a few times, twisting lightly before releasing her.

“There’s nothing wrong with you physically.”

“There’s not?” Chastity could barely speak. He’d proved his point. She wanted to beg him to repeat the action, to never stop.

“No. I think it’s a simple matter of having no control over your sexual responses and no appropriate outlet.”

“No . . .outlet? You mean like a boyfriend?” Chastity frowned. She tried that one.

“No.” Dr. Burroughs shook his head and sat back down on the stool. As he did so, Chastity caught a shadow of a massive erection. Damn. Her pussy creamed again. “Let’s be frank, okay, Chastity?”

Chastity let out a nervous giggle. “Okay.”

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? Being here? Having me do things to you?” He watched her response closely.

“Yes.” She felt the blush spread down her face and neck across her breasts. Damn her fair Irish skin.

“You’re not the only woman with your . . . problem, you know?”

“I’m not?”

“No. You just need someone to help take care of you--to study your problem, help you develop control, decide on appropriate course of treatment.”

It was the word “treatment” that sent liquid rushing down her legs. “Really?”

“Yes. You need someone--to take control.”

Control. It was such a sexy word, one that she didn’t let escape the fantasies that woke her up at night, hot and needing.

“This isn’t the place for that kind of treatment.”

“I know,” Chastity whispered, ashamed again.

“But, you’d like that kind of treatment, wouldn’t you Chastity?”

“Yes.”

“I have an office--a home office, where I sometimes treat very special patients. Patients like you. I give them what they need.”

Chastity didn’t know what she needed, but she wanted to find out.

“You understand?” He was watching her very closely now. “I want you to understand. It’s your choice--completely up to you if you want to try that kind of treatment. It’s not something we would ever do here--you’d be letting me take control of your treatment, but this has to be voluntary--“

“I understand. It’s personal, not medical. I don’t want you to get in trouble,” she said softly, barely recognizing her own voice. She understood, and still she wanted this. And it wasn’t just about solving her little “problem” anymore.

“Okay. I’m going to write down an address for you. You can still change your mind. That’s okay. It’s up to you.”

Chastity already knew what she was going to do before he finished writing.

#

Dr. Chase Burroughs sipped his beer on Friday night. He’d never seduced a patient quiet so blatantly before. He’d met most of his “special patients” in internet chat rooms, medical fetish sites, and a few well-placed introductions from close friends. But, there was something different about this girl.

She was delicate and fragile, and yet assertive with a sassy streak. In other words, the perfect submissive. Perhaps even the perfect patient. It had been a while since he’d had a special patient, and a very long while--if ever--that he’d had one as responsive as Chastity.

She’d practically orgasmed just from his palming her breasts. This was going to be so good.

If she showed.

She’d never confronted her desires before, that much was evident. She was hooked, but she still had to let herself go.

And what a beautiful process that was going to be.

The doorbell chimed. Chase said a prayer of thanks to his old pal Hippocrates and went to let her in.

“Hello, Chastity.” She looked even younger in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. Why she wanted to hide those luscious tits was something they were really going to have to work on. “Won’t you come in.”

He led her down to the basement where he kept his “home office.” He’d even done the family room to resemble an expensive waiting room. He motioned her into a leather armchair. “Please have a seat.”

She looked nervous. Nervous was good, but he still had to be absolutely sure that she understood that there was no turning back now. He knew exactly what she needed--what so many of his “special” patients needed, but she had to consent first.

“Are you ready for your treatment Chastity?”

“I think so.” She looked anywhere but at his face.

“That’s not good enough, Chastity, you have to be ready to let your doctor do whatever he thinks is best for you. Okay?”

“Okay.” She whispered, kicking the plush carpeting.

“Once we go into the exam room, there’s no turning back.” He said sternly and to his delight, watched her shift her pelvis from side to side. He’d played this correctly. She was already starting to cream. “You can say, no, and stop, and don’t all you want--but I’m not going to stop, because I’m the doctor, and we have to do what’s best for your treatment.”

“So you won’t stop?” She made it sound almost like a request.

“No.” He added extra menace to his voice before softening slightly. “You can say ‘red light’ if you truly want to end the whole thing--and I do mean end it. No second chances, here. You need to be ready to stick with your treatment.”

She shifted again. Any medical words seemed to do it for her. Ultra-authoritative doctor it was. That suited him just fine.

“I’m ready.” She finally met his gaze. “I’m ready.”

“Excellent.” He rubbed his hands together. “The exam room is through there Miss, and I want you to strip completely, then put your gown on.”

He gave Chastity a few minutes before entering. The room looked exactly like an exam room at the clinic--he’d spared no expense. There was, however, some added equipment but they’d get to that later. Chastity was resting on the green leather exam table in the center of the room.

“We’re ready to begin your treatment, Miss Wilson. We’ll start with a few tests.”

“Tests?” Her voice shook.

“Yes. We need to see just how responsive those nipples are--what we’re dealing with--so that we can outline an appropriate course of treatment.”

He slid his hand inside the gown and lightly tweaked each nipple. As predicted, she jumped. God, he couldn’t wait to see Chastity fulfill her potential. When these huge jugs filled with milk, she’d understand that her little “problem” was also her greatest blessing.

“I feel you trembling, Miss Wilson. You need to learn to control your responses more.”

Chastity flushed, and stomach clenched. Good.

“I’m going to keep touching you, but you can’t climax.”

“I can’t?”

He rolled each nipple slowly, keeping the pressure constant with his thumbs. “No. Because I know one of your naughty little secrets, Chastity.”

“Uh huh.” She moaned as he switched to little pulses of pressure.

“You can climax just from nipple stimulation, can’t you? That’s why you have to touch yourself--it feels so good.”

“Oooooh.”

He held the nipples with his knuckles as he rolled his fingers from side to side. “There’s nothing wrong with these beautiful tits. You’re just a naughty little slut who can’t get enough.”

“Uhhhhhhhhhh.” Her back arched off the exam table.

“Now, now, now. Remember you can’t come. This is just a test. Your doctor needs you to stay calm.” He pulled the nipples far from each breast, then let them spring back before resuming his pulling and twisting.

A beautiful flush spread across Chastity’s chest and her breath was coming in pants. Any second now, she was going to blow.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. I can’t wait, doctor. I can’t.”

“Are you telling me that a simple breast exam is getting you off, Miss Wilson? What kind of little slut are you?”

“A naughty one.” Her head threw back. “Doctor please.”

He upped the tempo of the pinching and twisted the nipples roughly. He could see her juices running down her legs now.

“Only very naughty patients come when their doctor gives them a breast exam,” he said sternly.

“Yes. Yes,” she panted, begging now. “Oh, oh, I can’t wait.”

Her feet clenched and her head hit the small pillow as her body bowed and shuddered as the orgasm wrenched through her.

“Oh, your nipples are so sensitive, Miss Wilson. We’re going to have to work on that.” He smiled to let her know that she pleased him.

He took two large clamps from the metal tray next to the table.

“No.” she shrank back. “No.”

“You were bad, Chastity. I told you not to come. Now, the doctor needs to do this to get an accurate reading of your nipple tolerance.”

She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face.

He lightly swabbed each nipple with alcohol. Chastity let out a sexy shiver. He pulled the first nipple far away from her breast and held it while he seated the clamp firmly on the delicate flesh. She gasped and cried out., but he ignored her anguish and repeated the treatment on the other side.

“Ooooooh,” Chastity moaned low as the pain slowly turned to pleasure.

“There. Now let’s slide your feet into these stirrups.” He moved her feet wide and placed them in the stirrups before pushing her gown up to her waist. “Now it’s time to move on to the next part of the exam--“

“It hurts, doctor, it really hurts.”

“It’s supposed to,” he said gently. He reached into a drawer under the table and pulled out a metal speculum. Chastity was so wet already, there was so need of any lube. He slid it in halfway, and adjusted it so that the wide metal mouth brushed up against her clit.

The red hairs of her pussy glistened with all the juice of her first orgasm and she looked so sexy splayed open before him.

“It’s too big,” she pleaded. He hadn’t snapped the speculum open yet, but Chastity already felt its presence. He’d purposely chosen one of the larger sizes to increase her response, and left it there to let her get used to the invasion.

“Now let’s check on your nipples,” he scooted the stool closer to her head. “Yes, they’re all red and pouty. The increased tension seems to be working. Do they still hurt?” He tweaked each clamp lightly.

“No.” Her hips bucked.

“My naughty little patient likes it when doctor uses his tools doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” she gasped as he released the nearest clamp and captured the swollen bud in his mouth, relieving the pressure.

She cried out when he did the same gesture on the other side and he suckled deeply until her hands tangled in his hair.

“Uh. Huh. None of that,” he said sternly. “Do I need to restrain your hands?”

“No doctor.”

“You like that don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“When you touch your breasts, when they get all needy, do you ever think about having them sucked?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “All the time.”

“Milked?”

She nodded, an almost imperceptible motion.

“If you’re a very good patient--very good, your doctor might help make that happen.”

Her eyes lit up question marks, but he let her stew on that thought for awhile. He scooted back down her pussy. She’d moistened enough to accept the entire speculum now. He flipped it open without warning and she moaned.

“Oh, now, that is a beautiful pink cervix,” he whistled low. Her pretty red bush framed light pink pussy lips and a flowering opening that oozed creamy juice. “Did you know,” he asked conversationally while he lightly stroked her pussy lips, “that the cervix is almost a third nipple?”

“What?” Chastity was panting again. It wouldn’t take much to get her off--just few flicks across her pouting clit but he wanted to make her wait.

“You know how sensitive your nipples are? Well this little bud is also a powerhouse of nerves. We’re going to test my theory now.”

He opened another draw and slid out a long silver dildo and set the blunt tip to vibrate. “Now just hold still.” She quivered in delight. He decided to play it up a little. “We better make sure you’re ready first.”

He pulled on his stethoscope and rolled back slightly, pressing the cool metal on her soft tummy. “Hmm, everything sounds alright.” Another flood of juice oozed around the speculum. “Better check your other pulses now.” He slid the metal disc down to her clit.
“Uh huh,” she moaned.

“Mmm. Definitely working.” He tortured her, pressing her clit with the stescope before moving away.

He reached for the dildo. “Your pussy needs this just as much as your nipples did.” He pushed it through the opening in the speculum and pressed the tip directly on winking bud.

“Ooooh. Doctor. It . . . . . god . . . . “

He increased the pressure.

“Nooooo . . . “

Her feet started to lift off the stirrups.

“No, no, no, be a good girl.”

“Ahhh. . .ooooh,” she kept up a steady stream of moans.

“Mmm, your cervix is in perfect shape, Miss Wilson. I think we could prepare it to have a baby quite easily.”

She screamed at this comment, and he knew he’d found another hot button for her. Just as he’d suspected, his special patient had a secret urge to be bred.

“Would you like your doctor to give you baby?”

“Ohhhh. . . “ Her pussy tried to clamp around the speculum and rivers of cream gushed forth as a massive orgasm gripped her body. His cock throbbed in his pants, wanting to join her, but it wasn’t quite time yet.

He looked up to see Chastity clutching those sensitive nipples as she rode out the orgasm.

“Hmm,” he said once she was calm again. “I don’t think I gave you permission to touch those nipples did I?”

“No, doctor.”

“That might have ruined our test. Maybe your doctor should refer you to someone else?”

“No, no, please, doctor, I’ll be good,” she looked up at him with big blue eyes pleading.

“Okay, but we’re going to have to try another test, now.” He knew she’d love this one.

#

Another orgasm hit Chastity and she moaned to the empty room. The doctor had placed small pads on her nipples and clit, and attached small wires which attached to a box on a cart.

She’d started to feel the pressure build as soon as she saw the wires come out. This experience was so much more than she’d ever hoped for. The doctor was taking such good care of her, and the orgasms were like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

Her punishment for playing with her nipples during her last story was the electrical device which sent a pulsing tingle straight through her most sensitive parts. He’d removed the speculum, but her pussy still ached. The doctor had left her feet in the stirrups, but slid metal bars out from the sides of the table and strapped her hands behind her head.

She was completely helpless and it felt so good. She knew the doctor would come back when her treatment was done. She wondered when she would be good enough for him to fuck her. She’d never liked that crude word before. But nothing else seemed to describe what she wanted the doctor to do to her. She’d seen his erection pressing against his pants when he moved--it was a monster, way bigger than any she’d fumbled with in the dark before.

When the doctor asked her if she wanted to be nursed and asked if she wanted a baby, she’d realized that that’s what she needed more than anything. She wanted to earn that from her doctor.

Finally the door opened, and her doctor strode back in. “I see you’ve been a very good girl, Chastity.”

“Thank you doctor.”

He removed the electrodes, and sucked each sensitive nipple as he did so. “I think your treatment is working beautifully. But there’s still a few more steps, we need to explore.”

“Yes, doctor.” She felt a rush of anticipation.

“You see, Chastity, there are some women, who can have orgasm after orgasm from tests like this, but they’re not completely satisfied until they’ve been ridden by a hard cock and have a load of semen dripping out of their pussies. Do you think that might be you?”

“Mmmm.” Every dirty word made her pussy and ass clench tighter.

“I can’t hear you, Chastity?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“I think I’m going to leave you strapped like this for your first breeding session. Is that okay?”

“Yes.” Another gush of hot liquid ran down her thigh. The doctor would be totally in control.

He stepped behind a folding medical screen, and emerged a few seconds later, still wearing the white lab coat that made her blood run hot, but otherwise, completely stripped. His cock was indeed massive--twice as big as any she’d ever had inside her. And thick. One time, when she’d been really horny and her nipples especially demanding, she’d stolen a large cucumber from her mother’s garden and barely managed to get the tip inside her. The doctor’s cock was way bigger than the cucumber.

“Oh look at that. You’ve made my instrument drip.” A large drop of clear fluid formed at the tip of his mushroom shaped cockhead. Chastity’s mouth watered.

He moved closer to her head and lightly slapped her on the lips with his cock. “You need to polish it up now.”

She’d never liked doing this before, but she was so hungry for that hot liquid that she gobbled the head, sucking him deep with little slapping sounds along the way. She couldn’t take it all, especially with her hands tied, but she tried her hardest. The doctor pulled away with a harsh groan.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you, Miss Wilson. Do you want that? Want your doctor to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she begged.

“I’m going to inseminate you, Miss Wilson. I’m going to deposit a load of semen right up against that pretty cervix we already prepped.”

“Yes,” her voice trembled.

“Your doctor’s going to have to monitor you very carefully over the next few weeks. He’s going to keep breeding you until his special patient is impregnanted. And then you know what?”

“What?” His cock was barely brushing against her bush and it was still almost enough to make her come.

“He’s going keep up your treatments. You’ll have new treatments as we prepare those amazing nipples for their new job.”

“Oooooh.” The idea made her have a mini-spasm.

He thrust hard, filling her completely. She felt him at the mouth of her womb. She’d never felt this full before and she was powerless to move away. He wasn’t even all the way in yet, either.

“Come on, you can take a little more,” he said roughly. He reached up and grabbed her nipples and she gasped.

This was what her tepid sexual experiences had been missing. Most boys ignored the tits once the condom was on. No condom. Lots of nipple play. Heaven. She felt her pussy accept a little more.

“Just a little more. You can do it . . . don’t make me get out the clamps to encourage you--“

“Oooooh.” The thought of the cold steel threw her over the edge. She felt his pubic bone connect with her clit as she accepted every last inch of his cock.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her head fell bad and she just floated on a wave of sensation as the doctor rode her hard, pulling and twisting her nipples the whole time, pushing her towards orgasm after orgasm. She felt her uterus start to tremble and spasm as her cervix responded to the battering.

“That’s it.” The doctor praised her right before he shouted.

She felt jet after jet of hot liquid hit her cervix and run all the way back to her ass crack.

“There’s that’s treatment number one.” He smiled at her. “We need to lie very still so that it has the maximum effectiveness.”
He leaned across her and bent his head to her nipples. “This will help too.”

He nursed, suckling deeply, switching sides occasionally for a long time. The initial orgasm buzz was gone and all Chastity felt was amazingly good. All that need was gone . . . replaced with something a lot more potent.

She couldn’t wait for her next treatment.