Monday, January 23, 2017
The future - Part I (F/M)
A poll I ran last year indicated many people are interested in F/M stories. Here's my latest attempt. Please excuse me as it's a bit long winded and the "action" barely starts at the end of the story. If there's sufficient interest I will continue.
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Evan walked awkwardly down the hall. He was dressed in one of those gowns they give you at the hospital. Thin, flimsy cloth that loosely draped in front down to his knees. In the back, tied closed by a few narrow strips of cloth. Definitely embarrassing. Most the times he kept his head down, embarrassed at his appearance. But he was forced to look up from time to time as he searched for office C5. When he raised his head, he'd catch a glance at the others occasionally passing him. Some were like him, dressed in ill fitting gowns and keeping their heads down. Some seemed to be walking gingerly. There were others walking about in suits or office wear. It was a busy hall.
Finally he spotted it. C5. A plain wooden door in the middle of a white wall. The other doors seemed spaced far apart. He paused at the doorhandle and then with a deep breath opened it and stepped inside. It was not at all what he expected.
Well to be honest, he didn't know what to expect. This was his first time after all. It was a large room and there were numerous cabinets and equipment on the walls. Things he didn't know but they looked like medical equipment with hoses and knobs and shiny metal parts. Slightly off to one side but near the middle of the room was a padded lectern or something. What confused him even more was the assortment of attachments and cables. He didn't know what to make of it. Some of it had the same medical type equipment. There were a row of knobs on one side and things that looked like plugs.
Even more perplexing was the woman standing to the other side. She was in front of the desk and extended a hand.
"Hello. You must be my two o'clock," she said.
"Um. I think I'm the wrong room.." Evan replied nervously. This had to be the wrong room. *She* couldn't be... Well she was too young, too attractive. Did he think woman before? She was more like a girl. And a very attractive one at that. He tried very hard not to let his gaze drop to her body.
She didn't reply but turned her hand palm up with a slight smile. After a brief pause he gave her the sheet he was carrying. As she turned to walk over to her computer he allowed himself a good look at her body. Yes, just as he thought. Very fit, lithe form under that starched uniform. He shook his gaze off as he remembered he was dressed in a gown with *nothing underneath*.
A few taps on the keyboard and then she looked up. "This is the correct room Evan." Again that slightly reassuring smile. Friendly, but not too friendly. "My name is Alicia. I'll be your technician."
Evan blinked as sweat suddenly beaded his brow. This was it. It was really going to happen. And with her as his technician! He didn't know what to say.
"Let's get started," Alicia said as she stood up. "Please step over to the examination table."
The "table" was the padded lectern type thing Evan saw when he first entered. He didn't think anyone would call this a table. It had four legs and a top and that's as close as the resemblence went. As Evan approached he saw an X marked with red tape.
"Please lean forward with your chest on the X, your feet in the stirrups, and rest your face there," Alicia said as she pointed to the higher end. It had a semicircular padded extension.
Evan was momentarily confused. Put his chest on the X? He'd have to be half standing and bent over. That didn't make sense. But it did. He just didn't want to believe it. There was an intense desire to run out of the room and down the hall. But he knew that wouldn't work. He'd be brought back. Or worse, maybe taken somewhere else. Numbly he complied. With his chin in the stand he found he was forced to look straight ahead and into the large mirror. He could see Alicia as she went about her work.
Alicia walked around and efficiently secured him with a number of straps. The first was large and wide and went across the small of his back. She wrapped one end somewhere underneath the table and with a slight whirring sound the strap was pulled tight by some mechanism. The next was a small one around the back of his next keeping his face firmly in the padded holder. Then his wrists, elbows. Finally she knelt down and fastened some straps across the backs of his feet, doubling them back and wrapping them around to the front.
As she worked she made some small talk. "I'm glad you showed up. I thought it was going to be a slow day," she said conversationally. Evan was wiggled a bit but he couldn't do much more. Alicia walked around checking the straps and straightening loose ends. She wedged her hand underneath his stomach and then his hip, measuring the gap. Snug. "Oh you're quite fit. You must work out a lot. Let me guess, cross training?" He mumbled a reply. Next she walked behind him. There was a low ripping sound as she tugged off the lower part of his gown that was held by velcro. Suddently he felt a very bare and very vulnerable.
"How is that? Comfortable?" asked Alicia without the slightest hint of irony.
Evan didn't know what to say but apparently an answer wasn't needed. Alicia walked to the side and pressed a few buttons. Apparently the legs were all on hydraulics because he felt himself lifted up, then his front raised, lowered, and his hips raised and then lowered. It was odd being in realigned like a puppet.
There was another hydraulic hiss. Next his feet started moving outward with a whirring sound. He gave a startled gasp as they spread, farther, farther. It seemed indecent that his feet were so far apart and his penis dangled helplessly like a miniature symbol of his predicament. Feet firmly encased in the stirrups soon angled toe-in resulting in hips being splayed out. This forced his butt cheeks apart leaving no part of him vulernable to prying eyes. If he felt embarrassed walking in the room, that feeling was multiplied a hundredfold in his current predicament. He gasped a little with surprise but otherwise didn't say anything. The entire situation was quite surreal.
"I'm going to take your vitals now," Alicia said somewhere behind him. With a shock, Evan felt something cold briefly touch his anus and then he realized Alicia must have put a thermometer into him. His face flushed.
Evan was vaguelly aware that his penis was starting to stiffen. The humiliation of his predicament were causing an involuntary hard-on. This further increased his humiliation which seemed to exacerbate the situation. He wiggled helplessly.
Leaving the thermometer in, Alicia wrapped a blood pressure meter on his arm and then pressed a button on the side of the table. There was a pneumatic pumping sound as the armlet inflated. While this was going on Alicia returned behind him and Evan felt the thermometer removed. "Normal temperature," she said matter-of-factly. She returned to the side. "Blood pressure looks good." She fetched an ipad from the wall and tapped on the screen a few times.
"Now for the hard part," Alicia said.
Evan could see her frown slightly as she replaced the ipad on the wall. She then went to the side and manuevered with some difficulty a flattish, oblong, metal cannister across the room. It seemed quite heavy and the flat bottom evidently hid some wheels as she pushed and pulled it across the room to finally end up between his legs and underneath him. He could barely see the end of it in the mirror in that position but he did see some knobs and buttons on the side as she wiggled it exact position. Once placed she flipped a switch and there was whirring sound as it shuddered ever so slightly and then sank flat on the ground. Now there was no evidence of the wheels underneath it and it seemed secured below him.
Alicia exhaled audibly. "Great! Now..." Evan felt something pinch slightly on his bare butt cheek. "5.3" he heard Alicia mumble to herself. "I'm going to guess a C3," she said brightly to herself. Checking the ipad her face brightened. "A ha! I was right!" She gave him a wink in the mirror and walked to the wall cabinet putting down the calipers. From there she extracted a large wooden paddle attached to a long, curved metal handle. She took this and inserted the metal handle into the base of the machine underneath him. There was a loud click. Then Alicia put her foot on a pedal near the handle and moved the paddle back and forth carefully watching the angle of its surface. She moved it back and forth several times and made some kind of adjustment as she measured the surface with his butt cheeks. Finally she seemed happy with it and gave his butt a light smack with the paddle. "Perfect!" she exclaimed. She released the foot pedal and the paddle snapped into place and held firm.
Meanwhile Evan was watching the proceedings with an increased sense of doom. It was clear what the contraption was set up to do and he imagined it like a giant scorpion just beneath him with a venomed stinger rising up between his legs and angled at his ass.
Alicia was walking around him one final time. "Ok, I think we're ready to get started... Uh oh. Oh no, no, no. This will never do." Evan blushed as he realized she was staring at his erection. She gave him a disapproving look in the mirror. He awkwardly looked away.
Shaking her head slightly, Alicia went to the side and fetched a long handled device from the wall. On one end it had a cuplike scoop and the other was connected to the wall with a cable. Into the cuplike scoop she put a plastic looking sleeve. Then she held it out and slid the cup over his erect penis. She pressed a button.
Evan was trying not to look but it was hard not to see what was going on in the mirror. When she placed the device over his penis he felt an intense feeling of shame. When she clicked the button he felt the inside of the cup expand to snugly surround his hard-on and vibrate in pulsating waves. It didn't take long for him to cum and if he felt shameful before, now he felt incredibly embarrassed.
Alicia left the device in place for a few moments to make sure Evan was milked dry. Removing it from his penis, she then held the end over the medical waste cannister and when the lid opened she released the sleeve into it. She returned the device onto the wall and fetched the ipad. After a quick glance at the clock she sat on stool in front of the mirror so she was facing him.
"Well finally! We're just slightly behind schedule but there's always a few minutes extra so we're good," she said.
Her voice took on a more serious, businesslike tone as she read out a prepared script.
"My name is Miss Leigh and I will be your technician. Henceforth you will address me as Ma'am, Miss Leigh or Miss. Do not speak unless to answer a question. When asked a question you must answer immediately and clearly. Any attempt to lie, mislead or misrepresent will result in additional proceedings. Do not attempt to disrupt the proceedings in any way. Profanity will not be tolerated." She paused. "Do you understand all that I have told you?"
Evan swallowed. "Um yes."
Alician pursed her lips. There was a few clicks as she rotated a graphical dial on her ipad. Then she tapped on the screen. Immediately there was a loud *smack* as the paddle swung up from between his legs and landed heavily on his ass.
"Owwwww!!!!" Evan exclaimed.
The paddle lowered and then snapped back up. *Smack*. And then again. Each time Evan screwed his eyes shut and gasped. When he opened them tears momentarily blurred his vision. They soon cleared and he faced an impassive expresssion on Alicia's face.
"You will address me as Ma'am, Miss Leigh or Miss," she repeated plainly. "Do you understand all that I have told you?"
Evan winced. "Yes ma'am," he replied quickly. "Yes ma'am."
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