Fetish Ezine

Sherry shivered when Dr. Crossley urged her to the edge of the table with latex-gloved hands. No matter how many times she did this it never seemed to get any easier or less embarrassing; the paper gown, the cold air across her privates, the heat of the lamp as he switched it on.

She bit her lips when he spread her, looking closely, ran his fingers over her folds and between them. She tried not to look down, for fear of meeting his steely eyes. He was a friendly-looking guy, Dr. Crossley, with his silver-streaked black hair and his handsome face only just becoming craggy with maturity, but his eyes were always so hard and penetrating.

“Everything looks okay,” he said, just like always, gently spread cool lubricant over her folds.

She flushed to the bone, swallowing hard, trying not to shiver. Every slight motion dragged the rough paper gown over her stiff nipples. When he pressed the metal speculum into her, she gripped the edges of the table hard, biting her lip.

“Easy,” he coaxed, widening it, stretching her, each twist of the screw spreading her open further to his gaze.

He had to re-seat it, twisting it, then turning it again, re-opening it, pushing deeper so that she felt her breath hitch under her ribs as her belly tried to climb out through her throat. Her clit felt hot and swollen. She couldn’t catch her breath.

It felt strange and wonderful and yet awful at the same time, being spread open like that. She knew she was getting wetter, she could feel her clit throbbing. It felt like he could see all the way inside her, right to her dark, embarrassing secret.

He removed the speculum, set it aside, then stood to perform the manual examination. She wanted to curl up, hide, die. It felt so good when he slid two fingers into her, slick with lube and the gloves. She couldn’t help squeezing down on him, she knew he felt it. He twisted his fingers in her, pushing deep, stroking along the inside of her pussy. When he turned his hand just so, the base of his thumb ground against her clit and she moaned involuntarily, arched.

He knew.

He didn’t say a word, but she knew he knew. His fingers stroked inside her, gently, firmly. His other hand reached up under the gown, fondled her breasts, pinched one of her nipples hard, and she mewed, her legs shuddering in the stirrups as she lifted her hips to meet his hand.

Her pussy squeezed his fingers. Her face felt flushed and hot, her chest burned with heat as the blush crept lower. He let his thumb glide over her clit and she came, yelping, biting her lip to hold back the cries. Her pussy wrung at his hand.

She fell back against the padded table, panting.

“I think you need to come see me again in a couple of weeks,” he said, his fingers still inside her. Still breathless, her eyes closed, Sherry nodded. Whatever, the doctor ordered.

~Alexandra Rose~

Medical Fetish Thoughts

I’m not sure what it is but sometimes I will review a site and it will have an affect on me that I have to close my legs just to feel the throb in my clit. The only problem with that is, I then want to feel a tongue or soft fingers brushing gently across it.

Well a few moments ago I reviewed a site that featured babes who had big boobs and they were being treated by doctors who scammed them into believing that they knew what they were doing.

Truth be known, they knew exactly what they were doing.

While I was reviewing the site I let one of the videos play. Unfortunately it was one where I couldn’t download it, which was a bit of a disappointment but I could set it so the video clips continued to play without me having to click on the next one just to see what was happening.

I have to admit that… I am no so fucking horny it’s not funny. Seeing a girl dressed in nothing but a medical gown, with her legs up in stirrups and watching the doctor perform the examination did something for me. Perhaps it was because she was so vulnerable, she submitted to him letting his fingers wander over her clit. Touching it gently, rubbing it for her.

The look of pleasure on her face was definitely a plus. But when he licked her, I pictured it happening to me. Those pleasures I certainly could feel and the way that guy’s tongue, teased her… it was almost like I was experiencing something that I had experienced not long before reviewing this site.

The only thing is… my fingers will have to do a little walking to relieve the ache that continues to grow in my pussy.

Fantasies are pretty good aren’t they? But visualizing and enjoying the real thing is better…

Mistess Marie