Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play) Read Online Free PDF Page A

latex-coated fingers stroked and teased against my wife’s clitoris. Little by little, Melanie flushed and splashed the water. She was holding out better than I might have expected.
    Yet within a minute, perhaps two, the orgasm bloomed through Melanie’s body. Her lips shook and she gasped, whimpering as the pleasure rushed throughout her flesh. Melanie’s lips and cheeks scrunched up, but she couldn’t help herself. The orgasm couldn’t be stopped, no matter how ashamed or violated Melanie felt.
    Shaking my head, I minimized the screen and went back to work.
     
    Melanie Brent
    After that horrid nurse shaved off my body hair, she dried me off and walked me back to my room. By that point, I could move around on my feet, but just barely. She held me up and picked my direction for me. It wasn’t hard. I was as weak as a kitten.
    With expert maneuvers, Nurse Valerie got me back to my room. Then she nudged me down onto the hospital bed and secured my arms and legs. The straps were medical grade, each one made from that brown leather and white cotton.
    At each step, I resisted. I fought back with everything I had, which turned out to be basically nothing. I was too weak, and she was too well trained. At one point, I tried to lift my arm to smack her, but Valerie noticed and forced my hand down to the bed’s sheets. She held me down almost as a side thought.
    “The doctor will see you shortly,” Nurse Valerie announced and left the room.
    While she was gone, I was forced to lay there and wait. I stared up at the ceiling. Once that got boring, a development that took less than a minute, I worked on lifting my head so I could scan the rest of my surroundings.
    It was a hospital room. There was really nothing else to say.
    I should have simply remained motionless, defiant, calm, and seemingly at peace with all of this. There wasn’t anything I could do to change my circumstances, so I should have been planning. I knew he couldn’t hold me here indefinitely. In time, a judge would have to check on me, right? It wasn’t like a doctor could just abduct someone without some sort of hearing or something.
    Intellectually, I knew all of that, yet none of it made me feel any better. I was never very good at being powerless, especially now that it was my husband who decided to take me prisoner. Making it harder, I kept wondering what he had planned for me. Why go through all this trouble?
    Adrian was so hard to predict. Although plenty of people saw him as aloof and calculating, I had seen his passions on more than one occasion. He could be just as energetic as anyone else. Most of the time, his emotions focused on his ambitions.
    For a little while anyway, I managed to lay there like a good patient. Only once or twice, I stretched or readjusted to keep certain parts of my anatomy from falling asleep. Since there wasn't a clock, I couldn't know how long I spent in that room. But second by second, I could feel my nerves start to fray.
    I started to test the strength of my restraints. These hospital shackles didn't hurt, but when I strained against them, they were perfectly unyielding. The cotton would give a tiny bit, but it wasn't enough for me to wiggle my wrists free. When I first started to work against the restraints, I'd hoped that this would keep me calm.
    It didn't.
    Little by little, I wanted to shout were thrashed about. Some primal part of me kept whispering that if I threw all of my strength against the shackles, then they would have to break apart or I would slip free. Of course, I knew that wasn't true. These manacles would mean much if they can and keep the patient in place.
    Just to distract myself, I tugged on the restraints. At first, this was just about venting my frustration, but as I writhed on that bed, I couldn't help but think of how I started the day as Adrian's equal. Now? I was his patient. Now he had total power over me. He proved that when he and his subordinates had taken me here in the first