Kate's Appointment

"Keep your knees apart for me please, Kate," I said as I gently took my patient's knees in my hands, and eased them back apart. I've been a gynecologist for over five years, the past three years here at the university health clinic, and have yet to have a woman who didn't instinctively try to press her knees together during her vaginal health appointment.

"Sorry, Dr. Grant," Kate said, a small waiver in her voice. Poor kid was nervous as hell.

"It's totally normal," I assured her. "Just like it's normal to be nervous during your first women's health appointment. And speaking of health, I see on your chart you're having some sexual dysfunction. Can you tell me more about that?"

At that, Kate pressed her palms over her face, the face I could barely see over the rise of her breasts in the medical gown.

"Sorry, sorry," I said with a little chuckle. "Medical jargon can be rather blunt. Your intake questionnaire said that you're having a little trouble climaxing."

Her hands came down and she gripped the sides of the table. "When I'm, you know, touching myself, it's really difficult to, I guess, finish?" Her voice tilted up at the end as if she was asking me instead of telling me. "And I haven't been with a guy yet, cause if I can't even do it alone...", she trailed off.

"I completely understand," I assured her.

She had started to tremble slightly. "You do?"

"When you're with a man you want it to be enjoyable for both of you."

"Exactly!" Kate exclaimed. "And I saw on the campus sub-Reddit that you had a cure?"

"More of a treatment, yes, but it's pretty intense. I don't think we need to jump right into that. I think first you could try adding more potassium and iron to your diet, and then--"

"No," Kate interrupted me. "Please. There's this guy in my art history class, and I think he's going to ask me out. I just want the treatment. Like a dozen girls said it was 'miraculous'." The false bravado in her voice fell away at the end, and for a moment I worried that Kate had noticed so many girls using that same word to describe the "miraculous" treatment. "Dr. Grant, please." But I guess not.

"Okay," I pretended to be convinced. Truth be told, Kate was scheduled to get the treatment today whether she wanted it or not, but things went smoother when they thought it was their idea. "Let's start with an exam then go from there. You'll feel a little pressure." I inserted the speculum, and heard Kate's surprised gasp. The examination light illuminated an intact hymen. I prodded inside her with my fingers, and heard another sharp inhale when I touched her firm inner walls. She wasn't lying about being a virgin. I withdrew my fingers, but left the speculum inside her. Her knees fell back together. "Kate, it looks like you're a perfect candidate for the treatment--"

"Oh, thank you so much Dr. Grant," she interrupted me again. Excitable, this one. Good. "Whatever I need to do. I just want to be fixed."

"I'm so happy to hear you say that, Kate, because the first thing I'm going to need you to do is keep those knees apart, but I fear you're too tense for that."

I could tell that she was about to assure me that she could keep her legs open, but I stuck her in the thigh with a syringe before she could say anything, which elicited a rather adorable squeak from my young patient.

"So I'm giving you a very mild sedative to help you relax."

"I don't think that was nece... nessy... I don't think I needed that," Kate said as the drug took effect, her knees falling apart.

"There we go, Kate." Alright, it was time to get to work. I picked up my caliper and measured her clit: one centimeter. "I'm going to stimulate your clitoris. It'll feel a little funny to you." I slipped off my medical gloves, and tossed them in the trash. Putting the tip of my finger on her little clit, I started rubbing, up and down, changing the rhythm and pressure until I found the combination that had Kate twitching and softly moaning. Perfect. Within a few minutes, her breathing had picked up to the point where she was panting. I stopped the rubbing, and measured her clit again: three centimeters. Judging from the small sob I heard, she must've been about to climax.

"You're doing so well, Kate. I think we found what is called your terminus size. This means when your little clitoris gets to three centimeters, you achieve orgasm. That's still what you want, right?"

"Yes, doctor," Kate mumbled into her shoulder, her head having lolled over. "Need. Please."

"Yes, that's to be expected. That sedative had a special extra ingredient that causes your blood capillaries... well, let's just call it female viagra."

I restarted the clit rubbing, using the pressure and rhythm that she seemed to respond to best, then added a finger inside. I created a hook shape with my finger and pressed, hard, to her upper inner wall. The groan that this sudden force provoked confirmed that she was one of the lucky few females to have a true g-spot. I kept up the inner pressure but stopped the clitoral stimulation so I could re-measure her clit. It was at two point eight centimeters. She was close, but not close enough. I kept the caliper on her clit while I continued my assault on her g-spot, pressing and massaging while watching the digital readout on the caliper. Her clit grew until it hit that three centimeter mark, then I withdrew my finger from her. She mewled at the loss of pressure.

I picked up a remote control from the counter and clicked the power button. The ceiling mounted tv came to life six feet above Kate's head, immediately pulling her attention. The video that was queued up to start playing was entitled "Female Orgasm Compilation," and believe me, it delivered on the promise of the premise. Each scene had a beautiful woman on the cusp of orgasm, some from masturbation, others from being stimulated by a partner, and some from intercourse, then the viewer could watch as each woman tipped over that edge into euphoric pleasure.

For Kate, the video added a layer of arousal and torture. I felt more than saw the moment when she tried to retreat into her mind. "That's a normal reaction, Kate, trying to mentally escape. But you can't. Open your eyes, Kate. Open your eyes, and I'll let you climax." Her eyes popped open so fast a hummingbird's wings could not have competed. Unfortunately for her, I was lying. She wouldn't be coming for quite some time.

She was reacting excellently to the treatment. Truth be told, it was hard to ignore my own body's response to Kate going through the torturous pleasure. She'd watch the movie for a while, squirming and moaning as I stimulated her, then she'd close her eyes, sometimes even covering her ears. I let her do this, retreat away, for longer and longer each time, before demanding she come back to me, assuring her that this time I'd let her climax. It was always a lie.

Until finally, long after the clinic had been closed, Kate refused to come back from her mental hiding place.

I hit a special button on the underside of the exam table. Down the hallway, in a special waiting room that most people would never see, a cheerful chime sounded, alerting the room's inhabitant that it was time. As the short, older man in a ridiculously expensive suit stepped into the exam room, I picked up the remote. "Let's get that off," I said as I turned off the moans, groans, and screams of the endless parade of climaxing women.

"Do you know what to do?" I asked the newcomer.

He answered without looking at me. "I've been a major donor at the university for decades. My damn wife left me. I deserve this."

I rolled my eyes. "No argument here," and with the bonuses I got paid every time I applied my special treatment, there really was nothing I could say. Medical school was expensive, but my student loans would be paid off within the year. God only knew how much the university was raking in.

I directed "major donor" to take Kate's hand, and encourage her to open her eyes. The sedative had long since worn off, but unfortunately, even with major donor insisting she do so, she still refused to open her eyes. Or, more likely, she'd retreated so far into her mind that she couldn't. Major donor gave me a frown that I'm sure devastated his underlings in the board room, but I wasn't concerned. Tapping a second button beneath the table had my nurse quickly coming into the room with the bubbly energy she always brought with her. She beamed her vacant smile at me. "Another stubborn case, Dr. Grant?"

"You know it, Stacy."

Without another word, Stacy took her place behind the head of the exam table, placed her fingers on Kate's face, and pried her eyelids open. I nodded at major donor. "Okay, sir, just lean over Kate to make sure she is forced to see you. That's very important." Unlike Kate, he followed directions.

I got back to work. "Okay, Kate, let's try this again. First, let's give you a little help." I stuck a needle into her thigh. This one was a stimulant, but still had a dose of the special drug that would increase blood flow to her clit. Then I restarted her stimulation, the exact pressure and speed that her body needed on her clit, and a firm massage against her g-spot.

This time, her body responded perfectly. Her clit became engorged beneath my fingertip, she panted, and squirmed. I nodded at my nurse, Stacy, who let go of Kate's face; her eyes remained opened, though unfocused. This freed up the nurse's hands to pull the ties of Kate's medical gown, letting it fall open. Stacy went to work on Kate's nipples, pulling and twisting in all manner of titillation.

And then, whether Kate wanted to or not, and at this point I don't even think she could have said if she was trying to come or resisting, her climax took over her entire body. She writhed and cried out, shaking and gasping. While the orgasm wracked her body, her eyes focused on the face of her new master. She would now forever associate him with safety, rescue, and pleasure. She'd still be Kate, still continue her education, but be utterly devoted to him. When her body stopped twitching, Kate threw her arms around major donor and sobbed. "Please, take me away from here. Take me away with you." She leaned back and met his eyes. "I... I think I love you."

Over Kate's shoulder, major donor smiled at me. Another satisfied customer.