Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 12:16:22 +1100 (EST)
From: Country Mouse <dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Shed
Standard Squib: The themes and subject matter in this story are adult,
including but not limited to both consensual and reluctant (including
coerced) sexual acts between persons of the same gender, extreme medical
fetish, mind control, body modification and non consensual sexual
slavery.
Author's Note: Kids, do not try this at home.
This is a fantasy.
In reality, I advocate the principles of Risk Awareness; Safe,Sane and
Consensual BDSM and always observe safer sex guidelines. Safer Sex is a
way of life.
This story should in no way be considered an example of safe play.
Please refer to a reputable guide to pain play if you are considering
exploring your fantasies about BDSM. "Coming to Power", edited by Pat
Califa and "Sensual Magic", also by Pat Califia are excellent resources
and readily available through most bookstores.
Please note that electrical play requires a thorough understanding of
both the principles and the hazards associated with such activities. Do
not attempt e-stim without purpose built equipment, thorough training,
and sufficient training in emergency procedures to deal with any
disasters.
Once again, this is a fantasy and in my fantasies, I can engage in all
sorts of reprehensible behaviour with no harm, no foul.
Mmmm, let's pretend...
If reading about power dynamics and graphic smut between women is
illegal in your jurisdiction or offends you, please leave now.
I am the feedback whore from hell. If you like my tale, please write to
me and let me know. Don't bother lecturing me about my sins. I already
know that I'm a pervert. I rather like that about me. If, on the other
hand, you're a kinky female (over 21) willing to endure a little training
of your own, I'd love to hear from you.
Email me at: dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au
The Shed: Chapter One?
copyright 2006 by dr_country_mouse_top
Story codes: F/f, F^f, BD, anal, fist, spank, sm, medical fetish, mind
control, body modification
Nifty category: Lesbian/authoritarian
The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide,
royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancellable license to display the
work.
All other rights reserved.
It was no different than any other shed that one might find behind any
house in our little regional town. Fashioned of Colourbond, with a
double door, the stark lines of the building were softened by climbing
roses and jasmine, half pots and trellises framing the entrance.
Although wasn't really designed for sleeping, the play room had all the
amenities.
In one corner, a tankless `on-demand' hot water heater supplied endless
quantities of hot water to the shower unit. The spanking bench was in
the next corner, with the examination table in the third corner. The
fourth corner held my rolling stool, with all my tools mounted on peg
board and hanging from hooks and resting on shelves in this final corner.
There wasn't really room for any of my floggers, or even the tawse. The
pain toys leaned towards the slappers and paddles. E-stim and my many
instruments and toys would provide the necessary stimulation.
She knew what to expect. She had read my tales. We had exchanged emails
and chatted online. I showed her the bedroom where she would sleep
during her visits, leaving her at the bathroom with strict instructions
regarding her personal hygiene. This too, was familiar and negotiated.
She knew what was expected of her.
She has been engaged in a strictly disciplined self study program. There
have been readings and exercises and daily practices. She is prepared
for the rectal syringe of hot oil, and the enemas she will give herself
before showering and shaving to remove all her body hair. Squeaky clean,
inside and out, she donned the short robe and slippers that have been set
out for her use and then padded out to the shed.
She stripped upon entering the Shed and would remain naked until leaving
this place. I immediately put her in an extreme leg spreader bar, with
her wrists shackled to the center of the bar. It puts her in an
extremely vulnerable position, with her head down and her tail up, thighs
held open by the spreader bar.
There is no need for conversation. I will issue instructions. She will
obey. It's all very simple. I pull on the latex gloves and pump some
lube out on my fingers. The first touch on her body is my well
lubricated finger gently circling the tight pucker of her ass.
I enter her in a slow, sweet glide, one finger diving deep, coring her.
Anal penetration is an important part of her training, so we begin with a
rectal massage. I let the vulnerability and the exposure work on her
nerves. Her body isn't used to the postures yet. I won't keep her
bound in this position for very long.
I pause for more lube on several occasions, flexing that single finger as
I core her sweetly, coaxing the tight ring of her anus into relaxing. I
warm her up for a minimum of ten minutes. "Be still now," I caution
her. "I want an accurate reading on this."
The thermometer glides easily into her ass. I twist it, rolling the
glass tube between my fingers, pulling out just a little before pushing
it deep once more. "Do you like the thermometer? It's a veterinary
thermometer actually, for horses. I like the more substantial
dimensions and the easy to read big numbers."
I wait a full five minutes, wanting an accurate reading. I record the
result in her records and unfasten the spreader bar. "Up on to the
table with you," I say briskly, watching her scramble hastily into
position. It isn't long until she's spread wide upon the table,
ankles strapped to the stirrups, her arms strapped over her head.
Her nipples have crinkled up tight, with nerves and the relative chill of
the room after the warmth of her shower. I turn the heat light on,
aiming its warming rays at her exposed genitals. A Whitehead gag was the
next order of business. She made noises through the gag as I lay out the
instruments I would use during the first exam.
The Brandenburg Concertos are just the perfect accompaniment for a
thorough exam. The first strains are stirring as I glove up and pump up
some more lube. "I'm just going to spend a little time opening you
up. I will be inserting a speculum first in your ass and then another in
your vagina. The TENS pads will go on either side of each sphincter."
I kept working my finger steadily in and out of her ass. "I'm going to
give you a thorough work out with e-stim therapy. You'll have several
orgasms." I proceeded to do precisely that, working a second finger
into her tight asshole, steadily pumping more lube into her. I made her
come off the e-stim from her anal speculum and then started working her
cunt. She came twice as I eased the vaginal speculum into position, the
wires dangling from her defenceless sex.
I settled myself comfortably on my stool and checked my readings. The
anal speculum was a Hirshfeld style analscope. Removing the central
core, I pumped more lube directly in her ass. Then I fired up the e-stim
and push her through a slow and lavish build up to a keen pitch of
desire.
She wailed as I fired off the TENS pads to trigger her sphincters around
the speculum in each hole, holding her open, keeping her accessible even
as her body clamped down in helpless response to the current. "That's
your PC muscle," I explained as I fired it off once more. "The
flexibility, strength and endurance of that sling of muscle is what
determines both the quantity and quality of your orgasms."
She spasmed in the restraints, moaning open mouthed through the Whitehead
gag. "The e-stim will accelerate the process, enabling me to exercise
those tissues with pinpoint accuracy." I explain. "I'll use the
electrical stimulation to trigger the contraction of your PC muscle as
well as each sphincter. Repeated contractions will help develop both
strength and endurance. I'll also be using a wide variety of
instruments to ensure the flexibility of both sphincters. You'll be
going through a regimented anal dilation training, with an emphasis on
biofeedback. The combination of therapies, when combined with sufficient
clitoral stimulation, should help train your for better orgasmic
performance."
The noises she made were quite adorable, and her eyes were big and round
and shining with anticipation. "I have an extensive collection of
electrical toys, as well as vibrators and dildos of all types." I
grinned at her. "My collection of anal toys is pretty impressive. I
sort of bought one of everything for years."
There were advantages to getting old. One of them was a certain level of
financial comfort. Oh, I wasn't rich, but I had a steady job. I
didn't make great money, but I liked it well enough and it gave me time
and mental energy for my more nefarious pursuits.
I let her rest for a minute longer and then eased the vaginal speculum
free of her body. "There's an entire sub genre of visual porn focused
on gape, when a sphincter is fucked open and locked in spasm." I
dabbled a finger in her wet center. "You're soft and open, but not
much of a gape yet." I told her. "Many of your treatments <i>will</i>
produce a considerable gape, but that will come with time and
experience. I'm just going to start opening you up today."
I close my eyes, lost for a moment in the glorious upsurge in the fifth
Brandenburg Concerto. I love the music. It's so elegant, so lovely and
cool and lush, Baroque at its finest.
I open my eyes and place the vaginal speculum in the stainless steel
bucket for instruments awaiting sterilization. There is a small
biohazard container for used gloves and wipes. I squeeze a few more
pumps of lube into her ass through the port inside the Hirshfeld
speculum. "This is a rectal dilator," I explain, holding up the
instrument in question. "It's the smallest in a series of five such
dilators, of increasing length and girth." I turned the dilator and
pointed to the vent. "See that little hole in the tip? That's to
equalize the pressure, so you don't start to cramp from a build up of
gas. That's makes the dilators both safe and comfortable for long term
wear."
I coated the dilator with a thick layer of water based lubricant, one of
the gel based brands. The rectal speculum slipped out easily enough, and
before her body had a chance to close, I slipped the anal dilator in.
"Ride the burn," I told her as I slowly eased the dilator home. She
whimpered a little and then moaned as I tugged it this way and that,
seating it more firmly.
"Viagra works because it improves vasodilation. Improved circulation is
vital to healthy sexual response." This remains one of my favourite
topics, and I always enjoy sharing my view with my playmates. I
abandoned my game with the rectal dilator and reached for the clothes
pins. I slowly fastened six clothespin to her outer labia, three on
either side. She squirmed on the examination table, fresh melt oozing
from her glistening cunt. "The pinch of these clothes pins will help
improve the circulation to your genitals, just as the electrical
stimulation did."
I patted her naked bottom. "There's a lot more padding here than on
that pretty sex of yours. Those delicate bits can only take so much, but
your ass and thighs can take quite a bit of vigorous stimulation. I'm
going to let your insides rest for a few minutes, but I'll turn your ass
a proper shade of pink very soon now. Have you ever been spanked for
sexual purposes before?"
She shook her head, wide eyed. I unfastened the restraints and helped
her wobble over to the spanking bench, moving carefully around the
clothespins still dangling from her labia. I soon had her kneeling on
the lower platform, thighs spread widely to lower her torso to the upper
portion of the device. Before I strapped her upper body down, I removed
the Whitehead gag and let her take a few swallows of water.
"I won't always use the gag," I promised her. "As soon as you're
used to the routines and the therapies, we'll dispense with this
particular instrument." The bench allowed me to secure her in a
position that exposed her ass and thighs, with the angle of her hips and
widespread thighs ensuring that I had unimpeded access to her genitals.
She whimpered as I shifted the clothespins, moving them to new areas
along her labia as fresh blood engorged the areas previously clamped.
"It's a simple technique, but one that that works particularly well,"
I observed cheerfully. "Your pretty cunt should be tingling nicely
now."
I smoothed a hand over her nicely displayed buttocks and thighs. "The
judicious application of painful stimuli can be intensely arousing.
I'll be pairing both pleasure and pain to improve your erotic
response."
I started hand spanking her then, beginning easily enough, slowly warming
the flesh of her ass and thighs until the skin was flushed a healthy
pink. The Hitachi Magic wand hummed, the powerful purr almost drowning
out the sound of Bach soaring through the speakers. Of course, her
sounds promptly drowned out both as I fitted the attachment of the
Hitachi into the base of the rectal dilator.
The restraints and her position kept her from doing more than squirming a
little, as the vibrations were carried by the material of the rectal
dilator deep into her ass. I tightened the clamps on the articulating
arm, locking it into position, holding the vibrator firmly to the base of
the dilator and freeing my hands for other pursuits.
A brisk spanking with a leather slapper turned her ass and thighs a
lovely shade of rose. She gasped and whimpered and moaned opened mouth
through the gag, the powerful vibrator stimulating her asshole without
respite, gelatinous strings of sexual fluids oozing from her eager sex.
Satisfied with the heat and colour achieved through this first treatment,
I removed the clothespins from her labia.
"Evenutally, we'll include cunt whipping in your sessions," I promise
her. "You're not quite ready for such adventures yet, but it won't be
long until I can whip you to an orgasm to restore the circulation after
I've had you clamped."
She moaned, uttering a querulous little whine when I turned off the
Hitachi Magic Wand. "Everyone loves the Hitachi," I observed
cheerfully, moving the articulated arm out of the way. She would be
strapped into position on the examination table for the next phase of the
examination, so I had her stretch her muscles and tendons, loosening up
like any athlete before a performance.
She moved more comfortably as she climbed back on to the examination
table. I gave her another drink and then strapped her back into
position. "This next exercise will again help you isolate and identify
your PC muscles and sphincters," I told her as I fastened fresh TENS
pads in pairs on either side of her holes. Then I held up the first
Epino.
"Ya gotta love the Germans," I continued with a grin. "Great cars,
great beer, kinky women and little toys like this. A doctor developed
this device for pelvic floor training. The Epino will dilate to
precisely measured and maintained dimensions. It will also measure the
strength of your contractions when you flex your PC muscle and
sphincters."
I lubricated the blue instrument with a generous coating of water soluble
lubricant. Only when I was prepared to immediately insert the Epino did
I pull the rectal dilator out. I immediately eased the Epino in, rubbing
my thumb in lazy circles on her clitoris as I did so.
The second Epino took a little work, although the vaginal sphincter is
infinitely more flexible than the anal sphincter. I was patient, and had
an endless supply of lubricant and all the time in the world.
She was very, very slick and very, very aroused by the time I had slipped
the second device in her very, very eager cunt. This too was something
she had known to expect. She had read my tales on Nifty, and discussed
it with me at length, contributing her hard earned dollars towards the
purchase of the necessary equipment.
As I had often bemoaned in my tales, God save me from martyred bottoms.
I like my playmates eager, obedient and participatory. "First we'll
help you identify your PC muscles and sphincter. I'm going to move the
TENS pads around until I find the perfect spot to fire off each of your
sphincters and your PC muscle, and then we'll begin."
I shifted the equipment around, watching my instruments carefully as I
stimulated her genitals with current. I chuckled when I found a spot
that made the pressure gauge on the rectal Epino just jump and dance.
Those opened mouthed moans were quite charming.
It took several trials before I was satisfied with the positioning of the
TENS pads in order to trigger the flexion of the vaginal sphincter. I
coached her as I slowly turned the dials, making sure I noted where she
first felt it and when she first reported it as uncomfortable. I turned
it just a little bit further, noting where it made her squeak in
protest. I watched her muscles spasm and her holes twitch around the
Epino units that filled them to capacity.
"The first exercise is five rapid contractions followed by five slow
contractions of five seconds each." I turned the current up to provide
the proper incentive and let her work through it for approximately five
minutes. "Now that you've identified the muscles, I want you to clamp
down as hard as you can and hold it."
I watched the needles flutter and bounce in the effort to rise.
"That's it," I praised her. I gave her a little juice. "That's it
right there. But you didn't clamp down hard enough. I want you to
clamp down harder. The harder and longer you clamp down, the less
current I will use and for less time. Try it again."
Of course, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't meet my demands.
I provided the necessary electrical incentive to ensure that she clamped
down for precisely the right number of seconds and at the required
minimum pressure. "This therapy incorporates interval training and
muscle memory. Using high repetitions will help train muscles and nerves
in the pathways necessary for multiple orgasms. This is the endurance
phase of your training, and I'm afraid this sequence will take a while.
You'll go through an entire training cycle with each increase in
dilation of each sphincter."
Her body would adapt, developing the strength, resiliency and endurance
necessary to perform as required. So many people struggle with sex, and
orgasm, and all the associated delights of the erotic, and so few train
for it. One wouldn't attempt running the Boston Marathon without
training for the event. Why should one expect to be capable of multiple
orgasms without training for it?
It took time. Time for each repetition, time for her to try to clamp
down hard enough to make needles on the pressure gauges reach the
required mark for this first session. Time for me to make the necessary
adjustments to the current, to ensure that her body performed as
required, the current enforcing the correct strength and duration for
each contraction phase. It took time to pump up the Epino units,
increasing the level of dilation she experienced in each sphincter.
When the demands on her body grew less comfortable, I added the
sweetener. The Hitachi Magic Wand was a delightful distraction, the fat
tennis ball head of what is justifiably the world's most famous vibrator
throbbing and growling as it stimulated her clitoris. The timing was all
important. I pressed the Hitachi firmly to her clitoris for precisely
the same length of time that her sphincters and PC muscle contracted in
response to the electrical current.
Eventually, I would use the same technique to develop her capacity to
enjoy extreme dilation and large toy insertions. But for now, I focused
on developing the specific muscles, tendons and nerves used during
orgasm.
I continued her therapy until just before we reached the point of muscle
failure. That test of endurance was still ahead of us, once I had her
properly fit for the challenge. The first sessions were to introduce the
equipment, the procedures and begin to develop the basic behaviours. It
would take time, consistent training, and regular sessions to affect the
sort of conditioning I wanted to implement.
I smiled indulgently at her as I removed the various bits of equipment
from her body. She was an exhausted, trembling, sweat and come and lube
soaked mess. She was also grinning ear to ear, having come numerous
times during her session with me.
There would be, I told her, hydrotherapy and formal enema training later
in the program. She moaned happily but swore she was totally sated for
the time being. I gave her a brisk washing down and then had her don her
robe and slippers for the trek back into the main house.
"It's not as dramatic as many of the other kinks out there," I began
as I made her a cup of tea.
She laughed. "Please," she said with a wicked grin. "I came so many
times I lost count. And you say this was just the introduction? Hell,
sign me up for the full course of treatment, Doc. There's no way in
hell that I'm missing this..."
"Excellent." I smiled my predator's smile, already looking forward to
the next session.