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I was there (female, 25 years) now. Only with a wing shirt and panties dressed alone in a single room in a psychiatric clinic, into which the called police officers brought me after an escalated argument with my ex -boyfriend. Nevertheless, I was so applied hours after the entry that the staff at some point fixed me on hands and feet and with a belly belt in bed.
I had lost any sense of time and after a while I calmed down a little. Several hours must have passed because when I looked out the window, I noticed that it had become dark in the meantime.
Suddenly the door opened, and a doctor, at the beginning of thirties, came in and stood up as dr.
Müller before. He was immediately sympathetic to me with his calm voice and his attractive exterior. I liked his slim, sporty figure and long hair that he had bound into a braid.
“Hello Ms. Huber, I still have to do the admission examination with you. That didn’t work earlier, but it has to be.
Well, I hope you have calmed down a little and let me do my work.” he said.
Immediately I was very angry again – V. A., Because I couldn’t even defend myself against the investigation and his touch. I just had my nose full for today and just wanted my rest. The doctor noticed my increasing tension and said: “If you don’t take part, I have to inject a sedative and I don’t really want to.
Because it would much prefer me if we could get rid of them again from the fixation.”
Still while he was spoke, dragged dr. Müller the duvet back, began to open the belly belt and then push the wing shirt up to the chest. Then he felt my slim belly. Then he pushed the wing shirt even further so that my breasts (C-cups) were also fully exposed.
With the stethoscope he heard my heart, which raced out of sheer tension and anger.
“Ms. Huber, it won’t work. I will probably have to try something else so that you can finally relax a little and then sleep later.”
I got more afraid and thought: I get a syringe now?
But dr. Müller had something completely different.
He got a chair and sat next to my bed. He began to stroke my stomach very tenderly.
In the beginning I wanted to defend myself against it (as best I could) until I gave it up and initially indifferently let myself go. However, I noticed that I liked the touches more and more and that I was increasingly relaxing. The doctor’s hands went higher and higher until they had arrived at my breasts. His hands knew exactly what a woman needed to become increasingly excited.
In ever smaller circles, he stroked his fingers around them Nipple around. When he finally arrived at the nipples, I had long since closed my eyes and fully gave myself the tenderness.
During all of the “treatment”, the doctor spoke almost nothing but focused on exploring my body with his hands.
“Ms. Huber is my special relaxation therapy if the patients cannot calm down at all. I hope you prefer this form of treatment than the syringe?”
I was so excited that I could only moan in the answer. His fingers circled around my nipples, which of course were long completely stiff.
“It seems to me that the treatment has not yet been quite sufficient and of course a gynecological examination is also part of the admission examination in patients.”
In the meantime, of course, I longed for that he also spoiled my genital area accordingly.
For a long time, I had become very moist between my legs – especially because I didn’t think it would be a “normal” examination.
With scissors from his white doctor’s coat cutting. Müller without further ado through the panties on the sides, since mine Legs had already been spread by the fixation. Starting from the thighs, the doctor continued to work towards my completely damp intimate area. Once there, he finally stroked my labia very tenderly.
First the outer ones, then the inside. The clitoris was carefully massaged with the other hand. It was very difficult for me to stay calm – so excited I was. I was always wetter.
The doctor inserted a finger into my damp vagina infinitely slowly while he continued to stroke my swollen clitoris with the other hand.
“Hmmm – that feels quite good. For absolute security, but is added another finger and I will score it up rectally.”
I felt queasy, because so far I hadn’t had a pleasant experience with anal stimulation. My ex -boyfriend hadn’t been very careful in that regard. So I immediately cramped when the doctor’s finger approached my anus what dr.
Müller, of course, immediately noticed.
“You don’t need to be afraid – I will be very careful. But it is important to palpate the location of your organs from the other side and unfortunately this is only possible.”
With these words, the doctor moaned his fingers with a lot of lubricant that he carefully around mine rosette distributed. Slowly and carefully he penetrated into my now damp asshole with a finger. He slid deeper and deeper into my intestine until he finally stuck it in it.
Initially moved dr. Müller not at all so that I could get used to the feeling. The two fingers of the other hand were still in my damp pussy and brought me there just before an enormously strong movements orgasm. Even if Dr.
Müller no Gynecologist Was, he knew exactly how he could make a woman exploding. His fingers had found a point in my pussy, whose massage I went crazy. The finger in mine ass Started slowly to move a little and to slip out a little and to slip in.
That was too much.
I got an orgasm that I have never experienced before. For several seconds I felt how everything was really twitching in me.
Dr. Müller had no mercy and continued to let his fingers play in me until I grabbed completely exhausted and my eyes opened. I looked into a smiling face while my fingers slowly slid out of my openings.
In just a few simple steps, the doctor loosened the fixing straps and said that if I should be tense again, I only have to let the sisters know. Then he would come over again.
Then he wished me a good night and went. I turned around and instantly fell asleep.”
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