Pulse Check: A Doctor's Examination

The scent of ozone and something vaguely floral hung heavy in the air, clinging to the plush, crimson velvet of the bed. The lighting, cast by the dozens of halite lamps lining the walls, painted the room in an unsettling, almost feverish glow. Melody shivered, pulling the silky robe tighter around her, the cool fabric doing little to soothe the nervous butterflies swirling in her stomach. This wasn’t just any doctor’s office; this was a carefully constructed environment designed to dismantle inhibitions and explore the depths of pleasure. She’d read about it online, a bizarre advertisement promising a thorough "evaluation" that went far beyond a simple physical examination. The thought of being filmed, dissected, and ultimately judged by a stranger both terrified and thrilled her.

The receptionist, a woman with a disconcertingly calm demeanor and piercing blue eyes, had been efficient and strangely detached. She’d taken her payment, a hefty sum, and ushered her into this opulent, sterile chamber. The four-poster bed dominated the space, its cherrywood frame gleaming under the soft light. The bed itself was draped in a thick, crimson silk blanket, and beside it sat a small table laden with an assortment of objects – a miniature vacuum, a couple of vibrators shaped like swans, and a selection of flavored oils. The “Buffet of Love,” as the sign proclaimed, felt both enticing and deeply unsettling.

The cameras, discreetly positioned in the corners of the room, were a constant reminder of her vulnerability. She glanced at the small handheld camera resting on the bedside table, imagining the technician meticulously reviewing every detail of her performance. It was a surreal experience, a strange blend of anticipation and dread. She ran her hand over the smooth surface of the silk robe, feeling the luxurious fabric against her skin, a small act of defiance against the clinical atmosphere of the room.

As she stood before the mirror, she studied her reflection, noticing the subtle changes in her body. The extra weight she’d gained over the years had softened her features, giving her a more mature appearance. Her breasts, now significantly larger than they had been in her youth, were a constant source of both pleasure and insecurity. The pink and purple streaks in her dyed brown hair added a touch of wildness to her look, reflecting her adventurous spirit. She was a woman who had embraced her sexuality, and she wasn't about to let this strange evaluation diminish her confidence.

Melody had been married to Tommy for thirty-two years, a lifetime filled with passionate encounters and shared intimacy. Their love was built on a foundation of trust and mutual respect, but lately, her back problems had begun to interfere with their physical connection. The pain had intensified, making it difficult to enjoy the intimacy they once shared. Tommy, ever the attentive husband, had suggested a visit to a sexologist, hoping to restore her confidence and reignite their passion. He had found the website for this peculiar practice, impressed by the promises of enhanced pleasure and self-discovery.

The doctor, Thomas, who bore an uncanny resemblance to her husband, entered the room, his movements calm and measured. He wore a crisp white coat and carried a clipboard, radiating an air of professional detachment. “Ms. Johnson, welcome,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. “I understand you’ve been experiencing some challenges with your back pain and its impact on your intimate life.”

Melody nodded, feeling a surge of anxiety. “Yes, doctor. It’s been difficult to maintain the level of intimacy I once enjoyed. I’m hoping this evaluation will help me overcome these obstacles.”

Thomas smiled faintly. “Our goal here is not simply to diagnose a medical condition, but to explore the full spectrum of your physical and emotional responses. We’ll use a combination of techniques, including self-stimulation, sensory deprivation, and guided imagery, to help you reconnect with your own pleasure.”

He gestured towards the bed. “Let’s begin by assessing your current level of arousal. Please lie back and close your eyes.”

Melody obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. As she lay on the crimson velvet, she felt a strange mix of vulnerability and excitement. The halite lamps cast long, distorted shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of both intimacy and isolation. She focused on her breathing, trying to calm her nerves, when Thomas began his examination.

He started by taking her vital signs, measuring her blood pressure and pulse rate. Then, he moved on to palpating her breasts and abdomen, gently feeling for any abnormalities. As he worked, he made small talk, asking her about her life, her work, and her relationship with Tommy. She answered his questions honestly, revealing more about herself than she had intended to.

“Tell me about your last intimate encounter with your husband,” he said, his eyes intense.

Melody hesitated, feeling a blush creep up her neck. She recounted the events of the previous day, describing the foreplay, the penetration, and the eventual climax. As she spoke, she realized how much she craved the feel of Tommy’s hard cock sliding into her pussy, the anticipation building with each word. She missed the way he had tried to coax her to orgasm, his hands gently caressing her nipples, his mouth tasting her flesh. She missed the shared intimacy, the feeling of connection that they had once enjoyed so freely.

Thomas listened attentively, occasionally nodding his head in understanding. When she finished, he said, “It seems like there’s still a strong desire for physical intimacy between you and your husband. Let’s move on to exploring those feelings further.”

He then introduced her to the various objects on the bedside table. He explained the purpose of each one, encouraging her to experiment with them. She hesitantly picked up a miniature vacuum, feeling its cool metal against her skin. She inserted it into her vaginal opening, experimenting with different pressures and speeds. The sensation was both strange and exhilarating, a new experience that sent shivers down her spine.

She moved on to the vibrators, finding pleasure in their rhythmic pulsations against her clitoris. She swirled the flavored oils, applying them to her breasts and other erogenous zones, further enhancing her sensations. As she lost herself in the sensations, she realized that she was starting to relax, letting go of her inhibitions and embracing her desires.

The small handheld camera continued to record every moment of her experience, capturing her reactions, her expressions, and her physical responses. She felt a strange detachment from the act, as if she were an observer in her own body. Yet, she couldn't deny the pleasure she was deriving from it, the release of tension and frustration that she had been holding back for so long.

As the evaluation progressed, Melody found herself becoming more and more aroused. The combination of the unusual setting, the strange objects, and the intimate attention of the doctor created an atmosphere of intense stimulation. Her body responded with a renewed sense of energy and vitality, her breathing becoming faster, her heart racing, her skin flushed with heat. She felt a surge of excitement, a primal urge to surrender to her desires.

The climax came unexpectedly, a wave of intense pleasure that washed over her body, leaving her breathless and weak. She let out a moan, her muscles clenching and releasing in a series of involuntary spasms. As she recovered from the experience, she realized that she had rediscovered a part of herself that she had long forgotten. The evaluation had not just been an examination; it had been a journey of self-discovery, a celebration of her sexuality, and a reminder of the power of intimacy.

When the session was over, Thomas smiled at her. “You’ve made significant progress, Ms. Johnson. I’m confident that you’ll be able to overcome your challenges and regain your confidence.”

He then explained the next steps, offering her the option to keep some of the footage or have it all deleted. Melody thought about her husband, about their shared history, and about the desire she felt for a passionate reunion. She knew exactly what she wanted. “Let’s keep the footage,” she said, her voice filled with determination. “I want to share this experience with Tommy, to remind him of the pleasure we once shared, and to reignite the flame that has begun to dwindle.”

The technician arrived shortly after, erasing the footage from the handheld camera and returning it to its shelf. Melody felt a sense of relief, knowing that her most intimate moments were now safe, preserved for her and her husband to enjoy. As she prepared to leave, she glanced back at the room one last time, a smile playing on her lips. The evaluation had been strange, unsettling, and ultimately, liberating. It had stripped away her inhibitions, awakened her senses, and reminded her of the beauty and power of her own body. She walked out of the doctor’s office, feeling renewed, revitalized, and ready to embrace whatever the future held, confident that her passion and desire for intimacy would not only be restored but amplified.

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