1. A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 2)


    Date: 12/6/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: JBonham, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Jesus, if I had known it would be so cold today I wouldn't have worn a skirt. I escape the chilly cold of winter as I step back into my dorm building. I reach my door and slide my key into the lock. I walk into the cold darkness. My roommate Melanie is gone. Probably out partying with her bimbo friends. The door swings shut with a bang behind me and I almost jump through the ceiling. Looks like Melanie forgot to close the window. Why would that dumb bitch even open it in the first place? It's not until that moment that the gravity of what just happened to me sinks in. I remember the fear when the nurse ordered me to strip. I remember the humiliation as Dr. Manyard molested me in front of a room full of people. I remember the pure pleasure I felt as she forced me to have the most wonderful, explosive orgasm of my entire life. Banishing the guilty thoughts to the back of my mind, I cross the room to shut the window. I feel dirty. A warm shower is one of the few joys I get out of winter. But today, the white tiled bathroom reminds me too much of the medical room where I was sexually humiliated. I shudder at the thought of what happened to me – but strangely, I don't regret it. I want to, but I don't. I undress, tossing my clothes into the laundry hamper in the corner. I blush as I slip off my drenched panties. It has been more than an hour, but my pussy is still dripping wet with excitement. I feel like a slut. The steel sensor collar and bracelet are annoying, but I am ...
    starting to get used to them. I feel shocked and embarrassed at the thought of wearing them in public, but fortunately, they look pretty unobtrusive. I could pass them off as fashionable jewelry – the uninformed person wouldn't be able to guess their actual purpose... and the fact that I cannot take them off. I feel like a slave, completely at the mercy of Dr. Manyard and her medical staff. The hot water feels good, but it doesn't help wash away the guilt and confusion I feel. I slip my hand between my legs, washing away the sticky wetness. My lips are still swollen and aching with desire. I remember the doctor's gloved hands teasingly skating over my body. My fingers find my clit. A soft gasp escapes my lips. It's strange, I don't consider myself a sexual person at all. I went months without ever pleasuring myself, yet here I am barely an hour after the examination completely lost in a sexual fantasy. I remember Dr. Manyard forbidding me from having another orgasm. The desperate urge for relief is building, I have to force myself to stop. Desperately fighting against the rising pressure in my pussy, I pull my fingers out. I just barely stopped myself from coming. God, that was close. I touch the collar around my throat. If I had an orgasm, Dr. Manyard would know, and I would be expelled for sure. I shut off the water and grab a towel to dry myself off. I head back into my room. Melanie is back. God, I hate her. She's considerably taller than me – a lanky, somewhat awkward-looking ...
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