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It’s your fault you got sent off. Yep. Yep, it’s because something’s wrong with you.
Other women don’t feel this way, do they? Or don’t they? Or maybe some do, and some don’t, or maybe you’re just crazy and you can’t tell up from down.
It’s really a shame..at least, that’s what the doctor says.
Speaking of the doctor, he approaches you from the entrance to the cold room.
It’s a room you’ve come to really hate- it’s bright and cold, and there’s only metal shit everywhere and nothing else.
No warmth.
All except for the doctor.
And as he approaches, you accidentally glance down to jerk at the restraints that tie you onto this table-like chair.
You hadn’t meant to make it so obvious, though, and he gives a soft chuckle at watching you struggle like this.
“Now, my dear, haven’t we talked about that?” He inquires with such politeness in spite of what he’s about to do.
“I’m sorry.” You immediately lower your eyes, only to be reprimanded yet again.
“And we talked about that, too.” Dr. Gray pulls up one of the two chairs in the room right in front of yours.
“This type of therapy is for your benefit, no one else’s. I don’t want to hear another apology from you for the rest of the session.”
“Alright.” You can’t help but try shifting your legs that are tied down by your ankles as well.
And the way that you’re seated-slightly reclined with each leg pulled apart- there isn’t much you can do to hide yourself from him.
“Why don’t you tell me what you remember from our last session?”
Dr. Gray inquires.
His gloves make a small snap against his skin when he pulls them on, and he stands to lean over you and dim the light.
“There, that’s better.” He mumbles to himself.
You agree it is a little better. Not as..harsh, anymore.
“I remember that I couldn’t do it.” You jolt away again when the doctor sits again and scoots toward you.
“That’s not how I remember it,” Dr. Gray responds. “I remember that we made excellent progress that day.”
“But I still couldn’t..enjoy it like I’m supposed to.” Your eyes flash up to meet his with guilt at the situation, yet he places a hand on your calf.
“Enjoying it and having the orgasm are two separate things, wouldn’t you agree? Are you saying you weren’t able to enjoy it?” He presses further.
“No! No, that’s not what I’m saying at all-“ You struggle to sit up better to stop the blush from rising to your face. “It’s not that I didn’t..like it, I just feel..I’m not sure the word for it. Unfulfilled. Wrong. That’s how I feel.”
“I think I understand what the problem is.” He folds back the blanket that was used to cover you, exposing your lower half and its entirety.
“I understand more and more with every session we have. Do you know what your problem is?”
You shake your head weakly.
“Your problem is you’re preventing yourself from having one. Whether you’re too anxious or too reliant on unrealistic expectations, I can’t be sure yet. But I do intend to find out.”
Dr. Gray pulls one of the small metal tables closer, revealing on it a small syringe that you jerk at the sight of.
“Wait, wait, I-“
“It’s alright, dear.” He holds it up for you to inspect. “This will help you. I wouldn’t lie to you, would I?”
You swallow down a knot in your throat as Dr. Gray rips open an alcohol pad and circles over a small area on your thigh.
He then clicks off the cap of the needle and plunges it into your skin.
After the liquid is pushed all the way into your body, the doctor pulls the needle away and rests the syringe back on the try with a clinking sound.
“I’m just scared.” You confess as you watch your knees beginning to slump to each side.
Dr. Gray places one hand on the inside of your left thigh and uses the other to run his fingers along the outside of your cunt.
“I know.”
“I don’t want it to hurt.”
“I know.” His waves of hair half-shadow his eyes as he studies his work. “But you know if you tell me it hurts, I’ll stop. I’m going to go ahead and start now.”
His fingers graze too closely to your clit, causing a soft snort to emit from you as your fists clench and unclench equally.
“Hurts?”
“No.”
“Then be still.” He raises his head to wait on your response before proceeding further with the session.
And your only response being a quick nod when Dr. Gray’s fingers return to your wet cunt.
After a few seconds more of your occasional wriggling and jaw-tightening, the doctor stops again.
“My dear, I’ll warn you just one more time. We won’t be able to make any progress if you won’t allow yourself to relax. Would you like to tell me what it is that’s making you this way?”
“It’s..it’s you.” You sputter out. Your body constricts even tighter despite the medication as he removes his fingers from that region.
“What about me exactly?” His tone is so soft when it floats to your ears.
“Everything!” You burst out, shaking in your restraints. “I’ll never be able to do this when you’re so..you. I can’t even concentrate on anything when I feel you watching me like that.”
The doctor’s brows furrow into a perplexed look as you wait for whatever punishment could come from this outburst.
Instead, he patiently replies with a solution just as he always does.
“You’ve never heard of sensory deprivation, have you, angel?” He asks.
You shake your head and swallow again, your eyes widening in fear as he rises once more and heads for the cabinets in the room.
“That’s alright. Well, I’ll explain it to you…”
He continues when he’s retrieved a few things from a couple of the cabinets. He even gestures to each one as he explains.
“The purpose of deprivation, you see, is to force the person..in this case-the patient- to focus on one or two things at a time.”
His eyes flicker down to the blindfold, then to the other item.
“Depending on how much you think you need, we can start small or be as extreme as we like. It’s up to you.”
“I want the doctor’s opinion.” You reply.
Dr. Gray gives another slight laugh at your words and arranges the items.
“As your doctor, I do advise that we at least try some things. Why don’t we start with the blindfold if you’re having a hard time being watched?”
“O-okay.” You close your eyes to feel the silk-like fabric that the doctor places over your eyes.
“How’s that, dear?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Pfft,” He trills. “I should hope not. Otherwise, we might have bigger things to worry about.”
You hear his weight settle itself back down in the chair.
“Alright. Let’s continue with the session.”
His two gloved fingers trace over the outer lips and circle around your clit in one fluid movement.
“No need to be frightened,” He murmurs over one of your sounds. “This is all to help you.”
You try nodding your agreement, only to arch your neck in a groan as his fingers slide down into your hole.
“You see? Your body knows exactly what she wants.” He praises.
His index and middle sink further into your hole, then they sweep back outward to your clit.