A Reluctant Witch in The Land of BDSM: Masked and Squirting Mayhem

The doctor comes around and peers between my legs, then at a nudge from his elbow, the nurse picks up an instrument from one of the metallic tray tables. He clicks a button and then I can see that it's a sort of flashlight with a fiber optic rod extending from one end. The doctor bends down and suddenly I feel cool glass sliding inside my vagina. It's too thin to fill me the way I want right now, but the sensation of it slipping inside me is enough to make me gasp. Incredibly, I can see that the skin of my pelvis is glowing a deep pink as the light diffuses through my flesh.

The doctor motions for something else and the nurse is quick in handing him yet another instrument. It's thicker than the flashlight and has a sort of flattened metal wand extending out in a curve with the handle at ninety degrees. The doctor bends down again and I can hear him humming under his breath. I'm almost convinced that I'm hearing Ewan Crest's voice.

There is the sensation of cold stainless steel slipping into me, alongside the fiber optic light, and this time it goes in deep. I hear a buzzing noise and look up to see the two men staring at me over their surgical masks. The nurse is holding a shining silver vibrator in his hands and he slowly presses it down against my clit.

The pleasure of this buzzing bee melts me instantly and the honey flows thick as I rock against it. My hips push up against the vibrator and I can feel the heavy steel tool that has invaded me below pushing and turning as the doctor repositions it while I rock back and forth on the surgical bed.

The doctor takes the vibrator from the nurse and begins to work on me in deep, delicious circles. I know I've become slick with excitement and the steel head of the vibrator slips and slides across the erect nub of my clit in a wonderful rhythm that alternates between sharp pain and luscious pleasure.

The nurse comes up along my bedside and in his hands he has yet another stainless steel surgical tool. In some ways, it looks like a staple gun, and he has a cotton swab in his other hand.

The astringent odor of rubbing alcohol is in the air and he wipes down my nipples with the swab. It's very cold followed by a stinging heat as the alcohol evaporates.

He says, "Now this won't hurt a bit...maybe...."