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Claire sat and twiddled her thumbs out of boredom and occasionally kicked her legs to try and distract from her nervousness as she and her mother sat side by side in the waiting room. She had shifted in her seat at least ten times in the last couple of minutes. These plastic chairs must have been designed by some kind of sadist, they felt terribly uncomfortable to sit on for longer periods of time.

She sat with her legs together, wearing a skirt that came down to her knees paired with a modest shirt. Her mother was reading some kind of celebrity gossip magazine that laid readily available in the waiting room, seemingly unbothered by the uncomfortable seat.

It was almost completely silent, the only noise in the room coming from a wall mounted TV that was tuned to a news channel and a hushed conversation from across the room coming from another young girl around her own age and their mother. She didn’t recognize the girl. She wondered if that girl was here for the same reason she was… It was “that” kind of clinic, after all…

Her musings were interrupted as a nurse entered and stood in the doorway, calling out a name and surname that wasn’t her own. The other girl and her mother stood up and followed the nurse into the rest of the clinic, closing the door behind them. Claire sighed, feeling the tension in her body spike after every time that door opened up.

“Have some patience, Claire. I’m sure we’re up next.” Her mother spoke up, one of her hands came down to squeeze her thigh, yet her eyes never left the magazine.

Claire rolled her eyes at her mother’s misconception. “I’m not impatient… I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better after today’s visit.”

Would she? At first Claire had been elated to hear that her mom was considering granting her any kind of release whatsoever but now after thinking about it some more, she was no longer so sure about all this. Ever since she was first forced to wear the cage, two years ago, she’d only had two separate ‘accidents’ and both of them hadn’t exactly been satisfying. So if today were anything like that, she’d honestly rather not go at all.

There remained a slight bit of optimism inside her. Those two had been accidents after all. Maybe a purposeful ruin would feel a bit better? Her gut feeling however was telling her otherwise.

The slow psychological torture of the waiting room was at least brought to an end as a new nurse opened the door and called out her name.

“Claire Whitfield?”

Let’s just get this over with. Claire thought to herself as both she and her mother stood to follow her.

The nurse and her mom exchanged pleasantries as they walked down the corridor. While they walked, they went past a door that opened just as a nurse was leaving and as the door closed, Claire got a slight peek inside. Inside was the same girl she had seen in the waiting room. Their eyes met for half a second but what really caught her attention was much lower down. 

Claire’s initial hunch had been right, the girl had a dick just like herself. Only this girl wasn’t wearing a flat cage like she was, she was wearing a metallic cage that had her whole penis visible. A wave of self consciousness washed over Claire as she saw that the cage was several inches long and was still barely enough to contain the flaccid girth of their cock.

The unintentional peek was over as quickly as it had started but the image of that girl’s much larger penis remained stuck in her mind. She couldn’t help comparing it to her own size and it made her feel… inadequate.

“Well, here you are. Doctor Marie is already inside and waiting for you.” The nurse opened a different door for them with a smile. The first thing that came into view was a medical recliner in the middle of the room with stirrups and other restraints attached and the mere sight of it caused a pit to form in the bottom of her stomach. It bore a striking resemblance to that of a gynecology chair.

“Come on now.” Her mom said, giving her a gentle push on the back.

She stepped into the room’s boundary with some trepidation. It felt like a visit to the dentist, except a thousand times worse.

“Welcome back, Claire and Mrs. Whitfield! It’s been a while since we last saw each other.” Her doctor greeted happily as she wheeled her chair away from the screen she had been sitting in front of. She was wearing a white doctor’s robe and if she had to guess, she looked like she were in her early thirties.

Marie? I think that was her name…

“Thank you, doc. Indeed it’s been a little while, but I suppose that’s a good thing!” Her mom replied, taking her seat by the door.

“Oh, nice to see you again, doctor – uhm, Marie?” Claire’s voice lacked any conviction whatsoever. 

“Oh, so formal! You can just call me Marie, if you’d like.” She chuckled and smiled, pretending to act like her friend.

“Okay, Marie.” She felt like a child, being spoken to like this. It was a little annoying.

Marie wheeled her chair back in front of the screen, each keystroke clicking loudly from the mechanical keyboard. “I trust there’s been no accidents since we last saw each other?” She inquired behind the screen.

“No, none…” Claire replied with a hint of embarrassment.

“That’s good.” Marie said off-handedly, sounding a bit distracted by whatever was on her computer screen.

“Alright… everything seems in order.” She came rolling back out again, face to face. 

“I heard from your mom that you’ve been experiencing a heightened libado these last couple of weeks. Do you have any clue as to what might have caused this?”

She knew of course. But that had to be kept a secret. She looked behind herself and saw her mom busying herself with her phone. Unbeknownst to Claire, Marie took a mental note of her hesitancy.

“No… no clue.”

"Well, okay then. I suppose a short examination is in order then. Would you mind stepping out of your clothes for me, Claire?” Marie said, satisfied with her answer, for now…

Claire’s fists clenched out of nervousness. That was quick, already being asked to strip. To her relief though, Marie rolled her chair back behind the computer. Giving her some modicum of privacy to undress. Her mom seemed pretty engrossed with whatever she was reading on her phone as well.

Things came off pretty quickly. First her shirt and her bra before her skirt and underwear. She took off her shoes too, leaving her socks on. Then she stood there in her naked glory, covering her chastity cage with both of her hands.

Marie peeked from one side of the screen and gave her a quick up and down. “Your socks have to go too.” She mentioned.

Embarrassed and annoyed, Claire removed her socks too and added them to the pile. Not understanding why it was necessary to get rid of them too. The floor felt kind of cold on her bare feet.

“All done? Good. You can put on that gown that’s hanging on the wall there.” She pointed at the white hospital gown. Thankful for any coverage at all, Claire took the article of clothing without any hesitation. Though she wished the doctor would have mentioned it before she had begun undressing…

But she noticed quickly that it wasn’t quite the usual gown. Where as usual a hospital gown would have their slit in the back, Claire noticed that this one had it in the front. Even worse, there weren’t any ties to hold it together in the front. So she had to wrap it around herself and hold it there for now. It barely even went down past her knees.

“When you’re ready, go ahead and take a seat.” Marie gestured towards the intimidating medical recliner in the middle of the room. She also just noticed that if anyone were to open the door while she was sitting in it, there were no curtains in the room to protect her privacy, she’d be the first thing they saw if the door opened and coupled with the stirrups hanging menacingly that she’d no doubt be forced be put in. A couple of worst-case scenarios were already being conjured in her mind.

Still, she did as she was told. Trying to hold her gown closed as she got into the seat. Marie adjusted the seat for her when she was in place and when everything was in it’s right place, she rolled around to her front. Manipulating Claire’s legs without forewarning as she started putting her into her humiliating predicament.

Her feet were hoisted up into the air and spread apart to fit into the stirrups. Even though she held the gown closed, she could feel the air hitting her nethers now as her legs were spread apart. It also didn’t fill her with any confidence as her ankles were tied to the stirrups, leaving her helplessly exposed in front of her doctor.

“There, all set. Now let's see how you’re looking down there…”

Claire whined a soft little sound as the lower part of her gown was flipped away. Removing her last shred of coverage down there. Exposing her cage and swollen sack in full.

“Hmm, that is indeed a rather hefty size your testicles have developed. And you say this is a recent shift?” Claire held her tongue as the doctor’s latex gloved hand suddenly grabbed and cradled her swollen ballsack. She felt so very sensitive as her cumfilled orbs were gently manhandled.

“Yes, I noticed it first only two weeks ago during one of her hygiene routines. Ever since she’s been acting more on edge. As well with this increase in, euhm, swollenness… It isn’t anything dangerous, right doctor?” Her mother spoke up.

“No, daresay this is a typically normal behavior. From what you describe, it sounds to me like Claire is experiencing a heightened sense of arousal, nothing dangerous I can assure you. But with arousal comes an increase in sperm production, which is the cause behind the swelling. But you needn’t worry, I can already say that this is cause enough to authorize a couple of orgasms from Claire, ruined ones of course. Just to bring her balls down to a more comfortable size.”

“Oh, well that’s a relief.” Her mother sighed. “Are there any scenarios in which you would have to give a hermaphrodite a full orgasm?” She asked out of pure curiosity.

“For someone under the age of 24? No. When they’re that young, giving a hermaphrodite a full climax practically sends their hormones into overdrive which often leads to ‘problems’ to put it simply. But through ruined orgasms we can bypass that unwanted hormone rush. So that’s why a ruined orgasm is the only acceptable method for an adolescent hermaphrodite to climax. It isn’t pleasant but that’s the law and it does usually help patients alleviate some of their pent-up urges.” Marie explained clinically.

“Oh, well thanks for clearing that up.”

“I can begin with her treatment immediately, I’m just warning you that this can take a while. So if you have any errands to run in the meanwhile then now's a good time. I can send you a message once we’re nearing completion.”

“Well, if you say so. I suppose there are a few things I could get done here in town.” Her mother said, now standing up and preparing to leave. Honestly, that was a bit of a relief for Claire. Knowing that one less person was going to witness this whole embarrassing scene.

“I’ll see you later, Claire. Good-luck!”

“B-Bye, mom…” Claire stammered as the door in front of her opened. Instinctively she tried closing her legs but the stirrups kept her spread wide open.

To her dismay, a nurse was standing right outside when her mom left. Giving them an unobstructed view of her privates before the door shut again and judging from the look of bemusement, they definitely saw all of her.

Claire’s face flushed as she squirmed in her seat, feeling very self-conscious after a complete stranger had seen her locked in her little flat cage.

“Now Claire. I suppose it’s time we got you out of that cage, isn’t it?” Marie slapped her palms on her knees and stood up. She retrieved a small plastic baggy from a file on her desk that contained a tiny little key. She also grabbed a fresh towel and then helped place it beneath her butt. 

She also took a hold of Claire’s arms and placed them onto the seat’s armrests and strapped them in. Stripping away her last bit of freedom. Her heartbeat picked up a little, sensing the same similar sensation building in her stomach, anticipation.

“I-I know you’re going to ruin it… but won’t it feel a little g-good, at least? A tiny bit?” Claire asked shyly. Still a bit hopeful.

“Your orgasm?” Marie grinned at her. “If the person giving it to you were inexperienced, then maybe. But I can assure you Claire, I’ve been doing this for a long time and the secret behind a good ruined orgasm lies in the interval between the last bit of stimulation and the ejaculation itself. A secret which I’ve utilized heavily in my years as a doctor for young hermaphrodites.” Claire felt her stomach drop, the confidence in Marie’s voice did not inspire any hope whatsoever for her situation.

“Just know it’s okay to cry, Claire. Every girl like you that comes in here for the same purpose usually ends up a bawling mess by the end of it all.” Marie tightened her latex gloves, her attempted reassurance caused only doubt about this whole thing to well up.

Shocked, Claire was only now beginning to truly understand that this appointment held no salvation whatsoever for her frustrated libado. Marie deftly unlocked her flat cage and carefully removed it from her junk, watching as her shriveled little dick was freed. A tiny mess of precum was already visible around its tip.

“Oh, Claire. Not the most anatomically gifted amongst your peers but you’re still a real cutie. I’m sure you’re going to make some lucky lady very happy in the future, but for today – let’s just settle for making me happy.” The thinly-veiled barb thrown at her brought with it shame, yet her dick still twitched in response.

Barely a few seconds had passed since her dick was freed, yet she already felt it grow under Marie’s watchful eyes. Despite the terrible premonitions, she was still aroused. More so when Marie began wordlessly unbuttoning the first two buttons on her doctor's coat. Revealing an ample amount of cleavage for the horny teen. 

“Wha-what are you doing?” She asked.

“Why, helping you of course. The more aroused you are, the quicker this will go. So go ahead, stare as much as you’d like, doctor’s orders.” The doctor was smiling with that same smile, as if she was doing a normal procedure.

It did help to distract her. Marie’s chest was almost just as impressive as Mrs. Smith’s.

Marie sat back down on her office chair and rolled it in front of Claire. Slowly and teasingly, she began caressing Claire’s inner thigh to hurry her along. She could feel the heat of her palms through the latex gloves and feeling them rubbing her so close to her sex caused her to groan with need. Her dick twitched into full hardness, standing at attention between her legs, a sight which she wasn’t often privy to seeing.

I’m not small… She thought to herself somewhat defiantly. Nowhere close to as hung as a stereotypical dickgirl, but if she were a regular boy then nobody would be calling her small. Her balls on the other hand…

“Oh my, can’t wait to see how much of a pent-up load you’re carrying, Claire.” Marie said as she fetched a bottle of lube from a nearby table. “I must admit, this is my favorite part of my job. For an older woman like myself, it’s very satisfying to extract pleasure from young and virile adults such as yourself.” 

Remove pleasure, you mean? Claire thought, wondering if it was even appropriate for a medical professional to be saying these things to her.

Claire watched as Marie lubed up her hands, hearing the slippery slick the gloves made as she rubbed it into herself, warming it up for her. “Now then, let’s see how much of a short fuse you’re on.” Marie warned right before her lubed up hands came down and enveloped her dick. 

She was actually touching her now and cock immediately responded with a hearty twitch. Claire whimpered as her first bit of stimulation this week came to greet her. She wasn’t jerking her off yet, instead focusing on spreading the lube around, giving her dick a wet and glossy appearance. 

She tried bucking her hips, seeking more of the stimulation but Marie placed a calming hand on her hip to keep her in place. Claire mewled in place, frustrated with how slow it was going.

She suddenly let out a loud yelp as her entire body tensed. The doctor had gripped her cock and used the palm of her hand to rub her sensitive glans. Overstimulating her as she kept rubbing circles on her glans. Claire tried to protest with words but the only things to come out of her were squeals and yelps as the unpleasant touch to her tip proved to be too much. Marie remained wholly ignorant to her plight, finding the noises Claire could make under duress endearing in her own little way.

“Pl-please! Stop that!” Claire cried.

Marie let out a soft laugh. “We’ve only just started, Claire. But I suppose your glans is lubed up enough as it is for now.” Claire’s whole body had gone rigid, and it slumped in its seat as Marie stopped torturing the head. She laid panting, red faced and already out of breath.

“Can y-you – please be more g-gentle with me?” Claire begged during rapid intakes of breath.

“Aww, sure thing, sugar plum. How could I say no to someone as sweet as you?”

Claire breathed a naive sigh of relief.

“But for me to do that, you need to tell me what it is that's gotten you into such a state. I know you know, Claire. I understand if you didn’t want to tell me when your mother was in the room but she is no longer here now. It’s just you and me, Claire. So you can tell me.”

The look of conflicting emotions on Claire’s face immediately confirmed the doctor’s suspicions. She smiled with glee as she cornered her young patient. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed with me, Claire. I only want what’s best for you. Besides, if you tell me, I’d be very grateful to you, and I have ways of showing that gratitude .” Marie whispered, the hand around her dick finally began slowly jerking her off with slow and smooth movements to empathize her point.

Already from the slow jerking motion, Claire was thrust into a pleasurable heaven at the hands of the mature doctor. The temptation was strong to give in, just to see what the doctor had meant with ‘showing gratitude’ but Claire diligently decided to remain silent. 

“Tsk’ tsk’. Well you’re free to change your mind and tell me about it at any point, Claire. Until then, I guess we’ll just have to continue with your ‘extraction’ for now…” Despite her words, the doctor did not sound so disappointed as the pace began to pick up. 

The doctor was using more force in her motions. As if she was milking Claire and the pleasurable sensation spiked. Claire couldn’t hold back her moans and groans as Marie kept pumping her at a rapid pace. She could feel a huge orgasm welling up inside of her, the culmination of weeks upon months of constant denial and edging. It didn’t take long for her to reach that edge.

She knew it was coming, the denial . She knew the doctor wouldn’t allow her to spend, not yet. But still it didn’t make the refused orgasm feel any better as the doctor began slowing her stroking the closer she crested to the edge. Claire reached the edge, she could feel her release, it was right there. But the motions on her cock became slower and softer.

It wasn’t like it was with her punishments at home. At home all stimulation ceased once she reached the edge. But the doctor didn’t cease, she expertly adapted her pace to how close Claire was. Using only the slightest movements to keep Claire right at the edge, not letting her spend, nor letting her fall back down.

“ Aah ! please let me – finish! I’m s-so close!” Claire moaned uncontrollably, her whole body rigid as the stimulation continued endlessly on her poor sensitive dick. Marie only grinned in response and kept prolonging her time spent on the edge.

The full-on handjob had now transitioned into mere fleeting touches. A quick jerk every now and then as her dick kept desperately throbbing on the edge of release, all in effort to keep her there. Heaven had quickly turned hell for Claire as every fiber of her being wished for the so-close release.

“Haah! Aaah! Pluh-ease~!” Claire begged.

Marie pretended not to hear, wearing a smile on her face as she kept up with her cruel motions on the overstimulated teenager. Part of her was glad that Claire had decided to keep the reason behind her increased libado to herself. After all, this was so much more fun.

Watching Claire squirm so helplessly in search of orgasmic relief, knowing that it was entirely out of her reach. It was enough to even make such an experienced doctor like Marie to feel a little flustered. She wondered absently how school and the other students treated poor young Claire, seeing as how fun it was to tease the girl. The girl was certainly easy pickings…

“That’s one.” The doctor stated after what felt like an eternity, finally giving the poor girl a short break and a moment to calm down.

Even after she had begged her for it, the abrupt stop of any and all stimulation was horribly frustrating. She felt her need, eating itself from within. Leaving her body hot without any of the payoff.

Claire was grunting with exertion, chest heaving up and down as she came off of it. Sweat beginning to form on her naked body while she struggled to understand what she was hearing.

That’s one. Claire realized that the ordeal she had just gone through would be repeated again and again, as many times as the doctor wanted to put her through it. And she felt like she could barely handle the one edge.

“I see you’ve perked up a bit here. It’s only natural of course, considering your current status.” Before Claire could protest, doctor Marie brushed the gown covering her chest aside to reveal how hard her nipples had become.

With a finger and a thumb, Marie gently latched onto one of her nipples and rolled it between them. Causing Claire to let out a stifled gasp of pleasure as the sensation of having her nipples played with sent a bolt of arousal straight down to her crotch, forcing her cock to throb in response.

“Hm, young, virile and so very lively.” Marie said in response to the noises Claire was making. “It really isn’t fair at all is it, Claire? I sympathize with you, I truly do. Were I in your shoes there’d be nothing else on my mind other than imagining myself in bed with a couple of mature and curious older women, who’s only wish is to be bred by an exotic girl like you. To be forced in a cage such as yours, tsk’ tsk’... I can’t imagine how frustrating that must feel for you.” 

“I can tell you have a lot of love to give, don’t you?” Marie teasingly asked as her one hand kept playing with Claire’s nipple, and the other snuck down to cradle her swollen sack. Squeezing it gently to signify exactly what she meant by what she said.

“I-I just want to c-cum.” Claire said desperately, too horny to think of a better response.

“Oh you will, Claire. I promise you will. Just not yet.” The doctor whispered in her ear, coming extremely close to her and shoving a generous amount of cleavage into her face.

She withdrew and asked. “So, ready for round two then?”

Claire could only respond with a sad whine.

After that, time sort of started to blur altogether. Marie continued jerking her off with her expertly practiced touch, bringing her to the precipice and then keeping her there for as long as possible. As they went on the rounds became shorter and shorter as Claire reached the edge quicker and quicker. 

Her mumbled pleas eventually turned incoherent, leaving only pleasured and frustrated moans that never stopped coming to be the only sensible sound leaving her mouth. The room must have been soundproofed, or so she hoped as the noises from within were getting loud enough to the point where Claire was actively getting a hoarse throat.

Marie kept talking during the whole ordeal, either speaking very provocatively or simply making idle small talk. Claire never made any inputs, being thoroughly too stimulated to even hear or process what she was saying anymore. 

Her crotch was a sticky mess, her dick having ejected a hearty helping of precum during the entire session. At one occasion, Marie had even used one of her fingers and pushed it into her rectum. Finding her prostate with a clinical precision and pressing down on it repeatedly. Causing waves of pleasure to emanate from her behind as her dick twitched and expelled copious amounts of precum from its tip. The dual sensation of having a hand slowly jerking her off while another played with her button had left her breathless.

And just now she was held at the edge. Her entire body was wishing for the sweet climax that was held so close to her. She just wanted to cum, so badly. Marie’s eyes radiated satisfaction with a side of laser focused attention. A single wrong touch, a mere gust of air was enough to push Claire into the point of no-return and Marie worked hard to ensure that no such drastic failure would ever occur.

“This marks your fifth edge now, and in my professional opinion I’d have to say that this is probably as pent up as you’re ever going to get. So with that I guess we’re reaching the end of our little session here.” Marie spoke regretfully while using one hand to hold Claire’s overproducing cumtanks.

“Puh-pluhease…” Claire begged out of breath as her whole body shook. Her thighs were quivering in their restraints and she weakly tugged against the restraints on her wrists. Her breathing was quick and shallow.

One could easily mistake the poor girl’s struggle for pain, but it was quite the opposite. Young Claire had never felt so much sexual pleasure in her whole life. It was simply too much.

Despite the one-sided clinical nature of the procedure, the whole room smelled like sweat and sex. If someone were to come in here they’d immediately assume that something else entirely had gone down in here.

“You’ve been very good, Claire. Here’s your reward.” Marie ceased her careful ministrations on Claire’s dick and held up a single finger. Claire’s eyes were glued to it as she teasingly waggled it in the air, making sure she had Claire’s full attention.

With a smile she slowly lowered the aforementioned finger towards Claire’s throbbing wet penis. A single firm touch now would be enough to set her off, and that was exactly the plan. The finger paused mid-air right before it made contact with the base of her dick. Marie leaned in and whispered.

“Go ahead and cum for me, Claire.” Then Claire felt the finger so firmly pressed against the underside of her penis, sending a bolt of pleasure through her entire body. It dragged upwards, sliding along her wet skin, causing a full body shiver with it. It was one quick motion, over in less than a second as the finger smoothly slipped over her entire shaft before gliding off the dripping head. And that was it.

Claire felt herself reach the point of no return, she felt it coming. She moaned and whimpered at the unfamiliar feeling, there was no stopping it now. Yet it came so torturously slowly. 

“One… Two… Three… Four… Five…” Marie counted the long seconds out loud as she watched the slowly unfolding despair on Claire’s face. Wagging her finger with each count, as if she were imitating a clock.

Her penis throbbed powerfully every two seconds and the strange feeling of something coming as she was left entirely unstimulated was maddening. She wished for more just, just a little more…

“Six… Seven… Eight… Nine, and… Ten!” Marie predicted the ruined orgasm down to the exact second. Just as she said ten, Claire felt herself spill over. The load she’d been carrying and building for months. The one that had been teased endlessly by Mrs. Smith.

In her dreams and vivid fantasies she had imagined herself spewing gallons of her spunk in powerful spurts that covered the faces and bodies of all the women that had teased her so. Mrs Smith, Doctor Marie, Persephone and even though she hated to admit it, her mother and sister did also star sometimes in those fantasies. She wanted to cover all of them in her long awaited release. But what came instead was nothing short of pathetic and wholly unsatisfying. The only thing that remained impressive was the quantity.

The first spurt of her release held none of the satisfaction she had been dreaming about, it was more of a muted feeling that could have broken her heart to pieces as she watched her first spurt barely have an arc to it. It came down immediately and landed on the towel laid out in front of her.

That was the first and last spurt, the rest just came pouring out non-stop, like a broken faucet. Her white hot sticky seed came running down her length as her dick weakly throbbed to push it out of her system.

Claire had never felt such an unsatisfying feeling before in her life, this feeling was miles worse than any edging session she had ever received before. It did nothing to quench her hungry libado, it only made it burn all the brighter.

She couldn’t stop herself from groaning and moaning out of frustration as it kept dribbling out of her in a steady stream of cum. Running down her shaft and over her balls before finally spilling onto the towel beneath her, watching as her wasted seed was absorbed by it. She was forced to just sit there as she wished that the doctor had just touched her for a second longer, so she could have felt an inkling of pleasure at the least.

Not an ounce of relief was granted and it just went on and on and on… it didn’t stop coming. Calling her ‘pent-up’ was an understatement, she was filled to the brim.

Doctor Marie stood off to the side marveling at the fruit of her efforts. Thinking to herself, This must be one of my best works, yet… as she watched Claire undergo a whole thirty seconds of a ruined orgasm after being locked in chastity for more than a year. The unofficial private recording she had made of the whole procedure was sure to become one of her absolute favorite ones, one she could return to and watch many, many times.

Out of all her patients, Claire was quickly shaping up to becoming a favorite.

Once the last of her seed came out, Claire withered. She had held the tears in throughout the whole thing. But once she realized that that was it, she couldn’t help but feel like sobbing.

“There, there. Not quite as satisfying as you’d hoped, I know. But this is for the best. At least once all of this is over, you’ll feel a lot better. I can already tell that your testicles are nowhere near as full as they were just a minute ago.” 

“Can I put my c-clothes back on?” Claire asked with a tired expression. Wanting to be freed and out of this place as soon as possible.

“So soon? I suppose you thought we were done here.”

“A-Aren’t w-we?” Claire paled a slight bit as she stuttered in fear.

“Of course not. Didn’t I tell you at the start that I was going to be squeezing out at least a couple of orgasms out of you?”

Claire gulped, she remembered Marie saying something like that much earlier. In her head she thought that she couldn’t take much more of this, but her body betrayed her. Her limp dick immediately began twitching with new life as it understood that the buxom doctor wasn’t yet done with her. The doctor noticed her bodily reaction.

“Hm, at least some part of you seemed to have enjoyed it.” Marie hummed with a smile as she began discarding her soiled latex gloves for a new pair and re-lubricating them. Not that it was needed seeing as to how big a mess was left on Claire’s crotch.

“Oh you needn’t look so dismayed, Claire. The edging part is over, just orgasms from now on. Pinky promise.”

Claire slumped in her seat, finding some relief at that consolation. Still the ruined orgasm was by far the worst part. But what choice did she have? She could only endure.

She managed to steel her resolve somewhat, figuring that crying was much too a pathetic display for her and that she wouldn’t embarrass herself any further. This was just a medical operation, an unpleasant but professional operation that a lot of girls like her simply had to go through. She could do this, or so she thought.

The sudden acceptance that had come to her was just as quickly shattered as the door handle was suddenly pushed down and opened.

Claire got a brief view out into the hallway and felt horribly mortified at the chance of anyone seeing her like this. And to her great horror, someone did. The same girl she had seen on her way in here, the girl that had been in the waiting room was outside a little further down. She was with her mother talking to some doctor and just for a brief moment their eyes met. Her eyes flickered down and saw Claire in all her glory, she saw the surprise painting the girls face right before the mortifying moment for Claire between them ended.

The door shut itself once again and in came her mother. “Hi again! Sorry for barging in on you so suddenly.”

“Oh it’s no problem. We’re almost finished here. Claire’s already had one of her sanctioned orgasms so far, I think we’ll be all done after her second one.”

“Hm, seems I made it just in time then.” Her mom re-took her seat by the door. If she was at all bothered by how much of a mess her vulnerable daughter looked like, then she didn’t comment on it.

“Indeed, these sanctioned releases aren’t all that common. I suppose you’re interested to see what it looks like?”

“Haha, I suppose so. I’m basically the one in charge of keeping Claire clean down there and when it comes to administrating her punishments. I guess I’m a little curious to see this aspect of her life too. Since y’know, it’s one she can’t often partake in…” Her mom spoke about the subject as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Even Claire couldn’t hide her blush as her mom spoke so casually of the situation.

“Well I’ll say you’re in for a treat then. Claire’s quite a lively one. She might not seem so appreciative of her situation right now, but I’m sure she’ll be feeling much better by this time tomorrow.”

“Oh yes. I’ll be sure to pass Claire’s gratitude along once she comes around to it.” Her mother responded with a polite smile.

“I appreciate it. Well, without further ado. I suppose we’ll get right back into it then.” Marie’s attention was once again back on Claire and now that her mother was watching as well. Her self-consciousness went through the roof.

It was one thing to be jerked off by your doctor until climax. But to be jerked off while your mother was watching felt like a whole other kind of shameful torture.

Still her body was obviously not willing to listen to her discomfort. As her penis stood straight up and eagerly awaited more precious stimulation.

Marie’s hand came down and gripped her length once again, giving her mom an ample view to the whole thing as she began to expertly coax out her orgasm. No matter how hard she tried, her mom was always there in the corner of her view. Watching her be jerked off with mild interest.

Claire’s whole body felt hot as her cheeks flared red, and in turn got even redder when she couldn’t help but let loose a couple of moans every now and then as the overstimulation on her dick became just a tad bit too much for her.

The familiar motions were already forcing her to quickly move towards the edge. Despite already cumming once her arousal was still as high as ever and neither could she help that the woman who was currently giving her a handjob was undeniably attractive to a young mind like Claire.

She squirmed in her seat as she moaned with overindulgent pleasure. She tried to buck her hips into the hand that jerked her off but Marie had obviously expected such a cheap tactic as her other hand kept firmly pushing her hips down into the chair. The building sensation that took place as the wet latex covered hand kept masterfully pumping her cock felt even worse the second time around, as now she knew how thoroughly her climax was going to be ruined. There was nothing to look forward to.

“You’re doing great, Claire. Don’t hold yourself back now, this is a safe place. It’s okay to make some noise.”

“You- AauGhH hAaH-” Claire tried to stupidly retort but it came out instead as just a much louder moaned jumble of words as Marie did a few rapidfire strokes solely on her sensitive glans. 

“Good job. Not much further now.”

The handjob continued and Claire felt a humiliating cloud of shame over her as the noises she was making overshadowed anything else in the room.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you, Mrs. Whitfield.” Her mother made a distracted ‘hmm?’ noise as she was addressed. “How are Claire’s punishments handled?”

“Oh! Well I’m the one who usually doles em’ out, as I’ve said.” Her mother was finally pulled out of whatever trance she had been in. “Um, they’re nothing extravagant. I just push Claire to the edge a few times and then stop.”

“I see. The standard type of punishment then. I presume you use your hands then?” Marie asked as she was using her own whilst ignoring the whiny sounds of the teenager below her.

“Yes, that's right.”

“Have you ever thought about changing up that part?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Well, if you constantly dole out the same kind of punishment then Claire might just get used to it and then it’ll lose its effectiveness.” Claire listened in disbelief, knowing that she’d never be able to get used to it. “Having a variety of ways to issue punishment will help in not letting your daughter grow too comfortable in misbehaving.” Claire’s mom seemed to take the words to heart as a sense of worry crept into her voice.

“What do you suggest then, Doctor?” Marie’s smile grew just a tiny bit.

“A lot of guardians these days have also begun incorporating toys into their punishments. I’ve heard that the frustration of being edged by one is much greater than when done solely by hand.”

“I suppose that makes sense, I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

“Some mother’s have even gone as far as to use their own mouths as a means.” Marie suddenly stated. Claire stammered in protest but her weak voice went completely ignored by the two adults.

“I… I have heard about that… I just think it sounded a bit– extreme, I guess.”

“If you’re unsure, how about a demonstration?” What!?

“Right now?” Her mother asked.

“Mhm, I’ll show you. Come closer.”

Marie ceased her stroking and now suddenly both her mother and the doctor were standing in front of her.

Despite her ragged breathing, Claire tried to say something. “Mom… what are you-” 

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m sure Marie knows what she’s doing.” Claire couldn’t get a word in edgewise before Marie continued with this supposed “demonstration”.

Marie got down on her knees this time, putting her face level with Claire’s crotch. Her shaft was still a mess of ejaculate, precum and lube but the doctor didn’t seem to care as she breathed down on it and grabbed it to angle it towards her.

“Now watch and learn.” Marie said as Claire watched in stunned belief before her tip was engulfed in a wet cavernous warmth. 

Claire let loose one of the loudest moans she’s ever had as the doctor’s mouth slipped further down her shaft. Her face showed nothing but absolute pleasure as the heavenly sensation caressed her shaft.

Her mother watched on with surprising interest as she saw the good doctor begin fellating her daughter. She bit down on her own lips as she watched the professional demonstration taking place before her.

The whole thing only lasted a couple of seconds, with a few bobs up and down. Claire had never before been assaulted by so much pleasure before. Had they done anymore they’d risk Claire blowing her load too early.

Marie pulled off right as she managed to reach the base of Claire’s prick. She came off with  a wet pop and a very pleased sigh as she swallowed the contents in her mouth. All the semen that had stained her shaft had been completely replaced with a glossy sheen of saliva.

As Claire was still reeling from her first time experiencing a blowjob, she missed what the doctor said next.

“So whaddya’ think? Up to give it a go?”

“What?! RIght now?!” Her mother was caught off-guard.

“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll oversee the whole thing and instruct you along the way.”

The mother’s gaze went back and forth between the doctor, Claire’s crotch and face. Conflict marred her features as she went back and forth, internally debating with herself. And in the end she couldn’t deny it to herself that she was at least a little bit curious.

“...Okay…” She caved and Marie gave her a very pleased nod because of it.

Marie guided Claire’s mother down on her knees right in front of Claire’s throbbing, saliva slickened dick. Her mother gulped, Claire’s size for some reason felt a little bit more daunting than it had ever before. 

In her stupor, Clarie was beginning to miss the stimulation. So she looked down wondering what was taking so long, but instead of seeing the doctor like she’d expected she saw none other than her own mother kneeling between her legs with a look of nervousness as the doctor stood by her side with a look of expectancy.

“Mo-OOM!?” Claire began right as Marie planted one of her hands in her mother’s hair and pushed her open mouthed onto Claire’s cock. Her mom swallowed almost the whole thing in one go and she had a wild look in her eye from the whole tabooness of the situation, still, she wasn’t resisting the doctor’s gentle urging.

She was inside of her mom’s mouth. The tongue that laid flat against the underside of her cock was her mother’s, the heat that enveloped her was her mother’s, the pleasure she was feeling was derived from her mother!

“Okay, you’re taking her very well so far. Once you’re ready, go ahead and start moving, just do it slowly and gently. Too much and we’ll make a mess.” Marie instructed with an all too pleased tone. Her hand never left the tresses of her mother’s hair, serving as a guiding hand the whole way through.

Claire could only sit and stare in shock as her mother sputtered around her shaft before she began bobbing those lips up and down on her. The feel of her mother’s lips wrapped around her cock brought with it a terrible wave of pleasure. With shame and guilt, Claire couldn't help but notice that she was severely more aroused now than when Marie had been the one fellating her. 

Every stroke and noise that came from her mother made her body shudder and her skin form goosebumps out of extreme bliss. She felt like she was on the edge for the entire ordeal but somehow her body held back, instinctively trying to prolong this terrible moment for as long as possible.

Unable to handle the sight, Claire closed her eyes. Only to be instead greeted by the mental images of her mother in that skimpy bikini of hers, down on her knees with her head bobbing back and forward on her. Claire yelped out of pure ecstasy as her mouth moved up and down on her. She was at her limit. 

Marie was paying her due diligence and was well prepared for Claire to soon hit that peak. Right as she saw the first sign she pulled Claire’s mother back, but not all the way off…

Instead she quietly instructed Mrs. Whitfield to keep her lips sealed around Claire’s glans and to remain still as Claire’s cock throbbed with anticipation. Claire squirmed with intense pressure as the movements ceased yet the low pressure remained around her tip. Right at the cusp of release. She mewled and begged wordlessly to be allowed a full orgasm.

She could feel that it hadn’t been enough, she was about to fall off the precipice and they’d have to start over again. She didn’t want to go through another edge so she opened her eyes, and that sealed her fate.

As she opened her eyes she was immediately caught in her mother’s intense stare. Locked in eye contact with her own mother, lips wrapped around her throbbing girth. And that gaze… there was no mistaking it, there was definitely something more to it than her usual motherly look. It was undeniably lustful.

Claire didn’t stand a chance. Seeing her mother in that position, staring at her in that way was the final straw. With a scream, Claire announced what she was feeling.

“I’m – Haah – Nooo… I’m- I’m cumming!!” Just like before, she felt herself fall over the edge much earlier than when she actually began shooting her load – or rather, leaking her load.

Despite her mother’s lips wrapped around her penis, that stimulation alone wasn’t enough to grant her a real satisfying orgasm as Marie had made sure that her mom had stopped well in advance.

Claire near-whimpered as she felt her body respond and how her cock throbbed as her seed traveled up in her shaft.

Again there was no glorious satisfaction. Only a pathetic display as her load came running out of her, straight into her mother's mouth. She saw her mom’s eyes widened as she for the first time tasted her daughter’s semen first hand. The sticky tangy taste leaving a memorable impression in real-time right in front of her eyes. And still her mother never tried pulling away, she just knelt there, contently taking it all.

Amongst Claire’s unladylike squeals of pained arousal and frustration was also the sound of her mother repeatedly swallowing the load that was being produced in her mouth. Claire could hear it in its excruciating detail, how every mouthful traveled down her throat. And as if she wasn’t already insane enough, she could’ve sworn she heard her mom moan around the tight seal around her glans.

Marie stood at her mother’s side, utterly amazed at how the entire session had turned out. Never in her wildest dream could she have imagined such a fortunate turn of events. She felt pride knowing what she had created here. The relationship between mother and daughter would probably never revert to what it once was. As was evident by how eagerly the mother lapped up the daughter’s semen as it spilled into her.

After a whole twenty seconds of a continuous orgasm. The flow eventually let up and her mom felt the rock hard shaft in her mouth beginning to soften. Still she didn’t let go of the tip until an unnecessary amount of time had passed past the long outdrawn orgasm. With the excitement all died down. The mother’s cheeks flared red as she realized she’d gotten a bit carried away in the moment.

Yet the doctor began speaking like business as usual. “That went pretty well, I’d say. As you can probably personally attest to now, with this method, clean-up is not nearly as tedious either. Another little benefit for doing it this way.” She remarked.

“ Ahem. Ye-yes. It was quite… Something…” She replied awkwardly, twirling a piece of her hair nervously between her fingers.

“Ah, well would you look at that, seems Claire’s totally conked out after that one. I guess it did end up being a bit too much for her in the end.” Marie gestured to the now unconscious Claire who was still utterly nude and restrained in the medical recliner, looking like a complete mess.

“Mhm, I guess I can’t blame her…”

Marie quickly cleaned Claire up with a couple of wet tissues, and reattached Claire’s flat cage onto her delicate features. Getting in turn a close look at how much of Claire’s balls had reduced in size after the entire session. So the day was declared a resounding success.

A short while after that Claire was redressed thanks to her mother. Formalities were exchanged and after that the doctor and the mother bid each other farewell and thanks for their efforts. Treating the entire affair like nothing out of the ordinary. Though both women thought the same exact thing as they parted ways, neither of them could wait for a moment of privacy back home to reflect on how things had gone down here today… It was one of those nights where you’d enjoy a bit of that which Claire couldn’t for years to come.