The Orgasm Clinic
One of the greatest decisions I made when I broke off my engagement with my long term now ex-girlfriend is to open up my own orgasm clinic. This is not a professional business or something I make profit off of. It’s just something I do every few days out of my week and my service is well, exactly as it says.
When I broke up with my girlfriend, I decided to do something genius that would be fun for me and would be fun for other people willing to participate. I bought a basic wood frame bondage table with leather padding then added custom wrist cuffs made of leather on the top end of it and leg cuffs on the bottom end. With it being back adjustable, my “patients” get to be in a position that has them comfortable. In total, I own 4 different vibrators, 2 dildos, one fucking machine, the bondage table, an assortment of butt plugs I replace regularly, 2 different nipple stimulators, one being classic clamps and the other, a nipple suction system working off of an oscillating pump, a special belt to hold the classic hitachi vibrator when I’m busy elsewhere on my patient, a set of fingertip vibrating pads which when used right, can make any patient go bat shit crazy, and an electric wand. I also have a sybian but I generally save those for repeat patients. I never gag, blindfold, or force my patients to be tied down in their own safety.
My service has a routine. Women message me by email who saw my personals or got my word of mouth. They send me certain pictures I ask for and I request an STD screening no older than a month. If they’re a person who has a clean history and is someone who I would enjoy giving my service to, we arrange a phone call where we discuss a few questions. We then agree to a time and date where they come over to my town house. I get to know them some, I tour them around my spare room with my sex toys and bondage table where they get to ask any questions they need answered. After the approval of toys and equipment, we begin the scene which will last for either an hour or until she orgasms. After, we debrief and talk about getting together again if she would like. It’s an often occasion that the woman would cook or buy me dinner which is always a welcome sight.
I began posting personals all over the internet for my service and while it started slow, it picked up fast by word of mouth as I usually get friends of patients. Most of my patients are divorced women aged 30 to early 40’s who are having a hard time finding dates and simply just want someone else to get them off. We all like that on occasion, right? The other end is women who have been genitally mutilated. It’s always pretty sad but I get to rock their world when I find their g-spot. Some of them moan and yell so loud, fight the stimulation so hard, and some simply just cry after because they thought they’d never get an orgasm in their life. I even stay in contact with some of them as they pursue their sexual lives with a newfound way to be satisfied. Sometimes, I get women who are interested in BDSM which this can be a gateway.
It’s only a rare occasion I get people outside of those demographics but they tend to be the most fun.
The previous week, I got an email from a woman named Regan. Regan is a 23 year old medical student from a hospital just a few blocks away from my town home. She’s 5’
9”, 125 lbs, has a good looking body in her photos and clean of STDs on her report. Over the phone, she told me that an ex-boyfriend claimed she was an orgasm machine and wanted to test herself on this. We had a pleasant chat over the phone and agreed to Wednesday at 5pm and it’s now that time.
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Right on the spot, I hear a knock on my door. I get off of my couch in the living room and make my few strides to the door. I swing it open to see a very good looking women in Regan; her bodily features a lot more present in person. She’s lean and in great shape and very attractive with her light brunette almost auburn hair and a tight waist. She’s still in her scrubs meaning she must’ve come straight from work.
“Are you Scott?” She asks me.
“Yeah, Regan, right?” I question.
“Yep.” She confirms.
“Come on in.” I step to the side.
She follows in shyly but sternly.
I shut and lock the door behind her as she slides her shoes off.
“How are you doing?” I ask her.
“Just fine. Excited.” She smiles.“That’s good. Here, follow me.” I wave her over as I walk to the kitchen.
She trots in and sits at the bar stool.
“You need a drink or anything before we start? I suggest you stay off the alcohol.” I offer.
“No. I’m fine.” She sets her purse on one of the loops in the back of the bar stool.
“Okay so how are you feeling right now?” I ask her.
“Excited. Nervous. On edge. Kind a mix of things.” She explains.
“I can show you around my spare room where I keep everything organized for what I offer. Should I tour you around?” I offer.
“Please.” She gets up.
I follow her down the hallway adjacent to my bedroom and into the spare room that was supposed to be a guest room. I flip the light on as we walk in and it illuminates the bondage table with the two, small shelves holding the sex toys and my heavier equipment to each side of them.
“Wow.” Regan says.
“I know it looks intimidating. I told you over the phone that you can pick and choose about what can be used. Feel free to ask any questions and look around.” I offer.
She slowly walks up to the bondage table and plays with the restraints.“Are these locking cuffs?” She asks.
“No. Just uses a belt. You can even break out of it if you tried. It’s just a headache to get the belt loose when you only have fingertip grip.” I explain.
“Okay.” She walks around to the shelf to the left of it.
The left shelf has the dildos and vibrators lined up on it.
“Quite a collection here.” She states.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I chuckle.
She laughs with me.
She then grab the g-spot vibrator. “What’s this one?”
“G-spot vibrator. It’s not always effective because each woman is shaped differently down there but for some, it’s great.” I explain.
“Cool.” She sets it back down.
She then runs her hands over the dildos. “Definitely not this one.” She holds up the large, black one.
“No problem.” I accept.
She puts it back then grabs the glass one. “Is this glass?”“Yep. Can be quite an experience but it’s rather cold to the touch at first.” I explain.
“I’d be up for it.” She sets it down. “I know some of my friends own those and love them.”
She then moves over to the right side of it to the left of the bondage table to the nipple suction pump.
“The hell are these?” She picks up the nipple cups with the lines running to the milking pump.
“Those are for the nipples.” I walk over to face her.
“Hell no. That’s going to be torture.” She examines them.
“Don’t worry about it. Here.” I bend down and turn the pump on.
The pump whirrs and the cups begin to whistle from the air.
“What are you doing?” She questions.
“Just hold your palms out.” I instruct.
“What for?” She asks.
“Just trust me.” I plead.
She holds her hands out in front of me and put the cups on her palm. They begin to click from the pulsator as they establish suction.
“Oh, that’s not bad.” She explains.
“Exactly.” I cut the pump off and the cups fall from their upright position back on her hands.
“I’d imagine mothers would love that.” She assumes.
“They do.” I laugh.
“Really?” She asks.
“Yeah. I had this one lady in about 3 weeks ago who lactated and she loved that thing.” I confirm.
“What!?” Regan gasps. “What did you do with the milk?”“Took the pail out in the kitchen and collected what was extracted in bags and took it home with her for her son.” I explain.
Regan shakes her head in surprise. “Man, some people have crazy sex lifes.”“Hey, you’re talking to me here.” I retort.
“I know.” She laughs. “Anyways, back to what I was saying, I’d be okay to try that out but I just prefer classic clamps.”
“I actually have those.” I walk over to the other shelf.
She follows up right behind me and I pull out the drawer holding the clamps.
“Those look intense as hell.” She gently grabs them and examines the clamps with the chains going to a collar.
“They are not for the faint of heart.” I agree.
“Can I try them on?” She asks.
“Sure.” I accept.
She goes to the door and shuts it. She then begins to strip. First her shirt then her pants then snapping her black bra off and slipping her pink panties off. As she adjusts the clamps, I gather her clothes, fold them up, and set them on the spare coffee table opposite of the bonadge table.
“You look fantastic.” I say as I look up and down her probably B cup breasts and tight, shaved camel toe.
“Thanks.” She then sets each nipple clamp on her breasts.
She gasps and breathes out heavily as they clamp on her bright pink nipples.
“Too much?” I ask.
“It’s a little much but I think I can handle it.” She snaps the clamps off and hands them to me.
I take them back to the drawer and put them in.
She begins to look over the rest of the drawers seeing the electric wand and vibrating pads she approves of and finds the butt plugs.
“I haven’t used these before.” She grabs one of the pink ones.“All brand new. Ready to go.” I add.
“Great. Just don’t use any of the big ones.” She sets it back in the drawer and closes it.
She then goes to the large, bottom drawer where the harnesses are at and opens them.
She grabs one of them and holds it up. “What’s this?”
“That’s the harness for the nipple cups.” I explain.
“Really?” She starts to put it on over her head.
It glides down her olive skin and then she positions it.
“Oh, I see.” She says. “They don’t fit right though.”“Hold on.” I begin adjusting the front straps.
I tighten them and her nipples pop out and line up perfectly in the open slots.
“This feel strange.” She claims.
“I know.” I move to her back and tighten the back straps.
I then examine the harness around her as it fits perfectly.
“Is it comfortable?” I ask.“Yeah just it’s so weird. My nipples feel so exposed.” She describes.“You’ll get used to it. Do you want to use the clamps or the nipple cups or none at all?” I ask.
“I’ll try the cups just don’t be surprised if I ask them to be taken off.” She explains.
“No problem. You can leave that harness on but I think you should also wear this one.” I pull the forced orgasm restraint out of the drawer.
“What’s that one?” She asks.
I set it down with the open leg supports. “Step into it.”
She does and I slide it up her legs with the main belt and the leg supports with the open circle strap for vibrator support. I finish getting it up on her.
“What’s it do?” She questions.
“It’s for a vibrator.” I run over and grab the hitachi.
I slide the ball in the circle strap. “See?”
“I do.” She laughs.
I set the hitachi back on the shelf.
“You’re gonna make me squeal with all of this.” She cackles.
“It’ll be a good time.” I offer.
She then walks over to the fucking machine. “This is the machine you were talking about on the phone?”“Yeah.” I confirm.“I’m up for it just don’t make it go too fast.” She explains.
“No issue. You ready to get started?” I ask.
“Please!” She says.
I grab the pink butt plug. “Just stand up straight. It’ll feel weird.”
She does and I insert the butt plug in her ass.
“Alright, we’re good.” I announce.
She instantly lays herself down on the table.
“You want the bondage?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She accepts.
I slide the belts together for her ankles cuffs and then move up to her wrist cuffs and fasten them together.
“Can you move?” I ask.
She tries but she can only just arch her back and parts of her arms and legs.
“Wow. Nervous.” She smiles and looks up at me.
“No need to be. Do you need to have your back adjusted?” I ask.
“No. It’s probably better for me not to see what’s going on down there.” She jokes.
“I understand.” I walk over to the coffee table where I get a pair of latex gloves and lube.
“Okay, I have one rule.” I walk back over to her.
“What’s that?” She asks.
“If you ever need something to stop for any reason. All you have to say is ‘stop’.” I order.“Stop?” She questions.“Stop.” I confirm.
“Okay.” She accepts.
I go over to my phone and turn to the timer.
“Start time at 5:12pm. Going to go for an hour.” I say as I set the timer and set my phone on the coffee table.
I walk back over to Regan as she lays in anticipation.
I get the lube bottle and uncap it and pour a little bit of it on my hands. “I’m just applying some warm lube on my hands here. We’ll start off slow. It will feel like a strange sensation but it’s a lot more welcoming than a regular hand.”
“That’s fine.” Regan murmurs.
I finish lubing up my gloves and rubbing them together. “You don’t have a latex allergy, do you?”
“No. I want to be a doctor. I can’t.” Regan claims.
I laugh. “Sounds right.”
I move over to Regan and I can tell she’s nervous but excited. I take my right hand and gently slide a few fingers inside her exposed pussy. I can tell through the gloves, she’s aroused and wet with her tight walls.
I invert the circle strap up on her that way I have adequate access to her clit. I gently begin to rub over the clitoral hood as I maintain close attention to her body language.
She lays there, a little surprised but I can tell, she enjoys how the lubed glove feeling over her clit as I gently rub over it. She shuts her eyes but is breathing rather shallowly.
“Breathe deeply, it helps you to calm down.” I instruct.
She does as she begins to gently sigh in and out slowly as I continue my pleasant rubbing action over her clit.
I adjust myself to where I pay close attention right over her pussy. I find that I’m right on top of her clitoral hood as I push open her tight lips finding it.
“Oh, my god.” She shivers and whispers.
I continue the rhythmic action over top of it as it makes her more and more aroused. I can almost see the blood flowing through her. I then change my action up to where I have one hand pushing the hood back exposing her clit and I rub on it ever so gently.
She begins to shake and her sighs turn into short, high pitched moans. She’s coming close. It doesn’t take more than 2 minutes in for her to get her first orgasm. Her clit retracts and she pulls back on her wrist cuffs arching her back as she lets out a large gasp. I see her lips tighten even more and she even leaks some of her natural juices out of her slit.
I let off of her as she calms down and grab the nipple cups. She opens up her green eyes as I position them in the nipple slots with her nipples exposed as they slide right into the flanges.
I go over to the pump and turn them on to an almost teasingly low setting. I hear the cups take the nipple in and make a seal. I come back over to her as they begin to click back and forth, her nipples gently pulling into the chamber with the stimulating latex shell surrounding them.
“Oh, this is just a tease.” She beams at me.
I grin and then get the hitachi vibrator out. I set a pair of batteries in it where I wrap the ball inside the circle strap then place it down over her clit.
“Oh God.” She arches her back in anticipation.
I turn it on to a lower setting and it begins to send quiet vibrations into her already sensitive clit.
“I can’t cum from this.” She urges.
“You will. You just have to force yourself.” I explain.
I watch over her as I help hold the vibrator in place right on top of her clit. She squeezes her eyes shut and shudders with the stimulation of her nipples being sucked back and forth and the vibration in her clit only bringing her just enough stimulation to keep her aroused.
“Ahh. Ahh.” She continuously vocalizes as it keeps her on edge.
I continue holding my position not increasing the vibration. I then get an idea and I move over to the vacuum pump and slowly crank it forward. That will do the trick. I come back over to her and see the nipples elongating in the flanges even harder and the latex clicking and rubbing around them.
She cums again, this one much stronger as she almost has to force herself.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!” She moans as she wiggles in her bondage.
She’s not done yet. She’s still got another 50 minutes of orgasms. I put the fucking machine into position and I can see her eyes widen as I do with her already getting plentiful stimulation. I screw on the glass dildo and adjust it right to her red and tight pussy. I turn the machine on and it begins to push the glass dildo thrusted in and out of her ever so slowly.
I flip the vibrator over to where it lays on her stomach but stays on top of her clit as the glass dildo enters in and out between her lips as her nipples continue to be tormented by the machine. I increase the speed to a moderate amount on the fucking machine and keep the vibrator on it’s minimal setting.
“Just go for it.” I instruct her.
She begins to gasp and moan loudly as the equipment goes to work on her.
***
At the end of the session, it proved to be she was an orgasm machine as I got over a dozen orgasms out of her and maybe more. When the hour came up, she had drenched the glass dildo and her nipples are sore, and her pussy is bright red from the experience. I help her get up to a sitting position after releasing her as she’s exhausted and slowly waking up from her orgasm cloud and experience she was just on.
“Did you have fun?” I sit down on the table next to her as she gathers her strength.“Most definitely.” She affirms.
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