10 comments/ 46316 views/ 30 favorites A Thorough Research Study Ch. 01 By: petitechouchou The metal of the exam table was cold against my ass. I don't know why they even bother with the paper gown, since it doesn't close around the back - and since I'll be naked soon enough anyway. The lead researcher was busy behind a desk as his assistant handed me a clipboard. "We'll have to videorecord your responses as well, you understand?" the assistant chirped. I nodded my head in agreement. She showed me where to sign and initial on the 15 pages of the consent form, and as I handed the clipboard back to her, the lead researcher sat in front of me on a small stool with wheels. His assistant retreated behind the camera and soon I saw the little red recording light come on. "Ms. Anderson," Dr. Morgan said, "thank you so much for agreeing to participate in this research study. As the copious amounts of literature we have already provided you with have described, we will be learning from your body's sexual responses as part of a comprehensive study that seeks to quantify and qualify all manner of human sexual response. The potential benefits to society are great: we might uncover new data that enable doctors and psychiatrists to better understand and aid individuals with repressed sexualities; we might learn more about the enigmatic components of the female sex and orgasm; we might discover new routes for sex therapy. "The Institutional Review Board that is overseeing our research also requires me to inform you of the potential benefits to yourself, which are negligible. You may in fact experience physical and mental discomfort based on your participation in this study. But you might learn more about your own sexuality and leave the study with a better understanding of your own sexual needs and your personal paths to orgasm. "At this time I would request you to turn towards the camera and reply in the affirmative to the follow statements so that we have a video record of your informed consent to participate in this study. "Do you understand that this study will manipulate and monitor your sexual response to a variety of stimuli?" "Yes." "Do you consent to allowing our team of researchers, which include medical doctors, PhDs, and PhD candidates, to touch your body, including your sex organs, with their fingers and with medical instruments and other objects, in an effort to elicit sexual response?" "Yes." "Do you consent to having the entirety of each research session video- and audiorecorded?" "Yes." "Do you understand that the raw data files of these video and audio recordings will NOT mask your appearance or voice but will only be available to the researchers themselves and will be destroyed after a period of 10 years?" "Yes." "Do you understand that audio and videorecordings in which your appearance and voice HAVE been masked will be made available to other researchers and professors at this university, or within the colloquia of local universities, and to publishers who may choose to publish images from this study in textbooks or popular medical texts that are available to the public?" "Yes." "Do you affirm that you will appear at each of the eight research sessions we have scheduled for you, each of which will last for approximately 4 hours, and that you will abstain from sexual activity including masturbation for a minimum of 24 hours before the start of each appointment?" "Yes." "Do you understand that you will be paid $200 at the conclusion of each research session and an additional $1000 at the conclusion of the final session?" "Yes." "Do you understand that you can choose to terminate your participation in the study at any time, including in the middle of a research session, but that you are only entitled to the compensation you have received up to that time?" "Yes." "Wonderful, Ms. Anderson. That clears up all the 'paperwork,' so to speak, so now we can get down to business!" Dr. Morgan glanced toward his assistant, who stopped the recording and came out from behind the camera. "If you wouldn't mind following me," she said, "I can take you to the room where we'll be working today, and introduce you to the rest of the team." As I pushed myself off of the table, I realized that I was leaving a rather wet spot glistening on the metal behind me, and that my inner thighs were fairly drenched with my arousal. The doctor's reading of the consent dialogue had thoroughly excited me, with embarrassing results. I tried to keep my legs together as I followed the assistant through a door and down an empty hallway, although I realized that the researchers I was about to meet would soon be seeing far more than my shiny thighs. The assistant opened another door, and I was led into what seemed to be a state-of-the-art operating theater. We were in a research facility, not a hospital, but it appeared that the department's research needs included full-scale reproduction of a rather large and technologically advanced operating theater, complete with a gallery that I now saw was filled with at least 10 would-be viewers. Two men and a woman looked up as we opened the door and walked over to introduce themselves. "Sandra," one said, addressing the assistant, "thank you for bringing Ms. Anderson to us! You can join our PhD students in the gallery, if you'd like." Sandra smiled and left through another door, only to reappear moments later among the audience above. The man turned to me. "Ms. Anderson, I am Dr. Adams. Along with my colleagues Dr. Schafer -" he indicated the woman "-and Dr. Dean, and of course Dr. Morgan who you have already met, we will be working with you today to form a baseline of sexual response that we will then manipulate in our 8 later sessions." The two other doctors smiled as I shook their hands. "Dr. Dean here is our gynecologist, and today the only medical doctor in attendance," Dr. Adams continued. "The rest of us are medical and psychological researchers with PhDs in our respective fields. Dr. Dean will get you started as we wait for Dr. Morgan to join us." Dr. Dean put his hand on my shoulder and guided me over to the examination table, which had the classic gynecology stirrups affixed to the end of it. "If you wouldn't mind removing your gown Ms. Anderson, and sitting up here on the table, please," he intoned. I shed the paper gown and lifted my now-nude body up onto the table. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the PhD students in the gallery seemed to be leaning forward to get a better view of their new subject of study. Dr. Dean brought the back of the table into a reclined siting position and lifted my ankles into the stirrups. Bright lights came on and I felt my whole body - and every orifice - lit up as though I were on stage. I noticed that the cameras in the room had become active too, and were displaying different views of my body on screens positioned to give the gallery viewers a close-up of every area of interest. Turning my head one way and then the other, I observed that one camera was directly positioned to film my entire body from above; another was hanging from the ceiling and angled toward my cunt so that it filmed that region without getting in the way of the doctor in between my legs. Additionally, Dr. Dean had a camera affixed to a band around his head - like the head mirror worn by doctors half a century before. I surmised that this camera sought to give the viewers the closest possible view of my areas of interest. I felt padding underneath my knees as the two other doctors added sturdy bars to the stirrups so that I didn't have to worry about keeping my legs upright. My legs were still held together, knees touching, but not for long; without a word, Dr. Dean pulled the sides of the stirrups apart, and my cunt was open in front of him. His gloved hands lightly touched my outer lips, and then the sticky patch on my thigh. "Ms. Anderson," he said, "it seems that you are aroused even before we have begun any stimulation." I blushed and tried to ignore the marked interest of the students in the gallery. Dr. Schafer appeared by my side at the top of the table. She was flipping through a clipboard. "Ms. Anderson, if you wouldn't mind, please tell me when your arousal began, and what in particular caused you to self-lubricate." Her pen was poised, ready for my response. I could feel my cheeks getting more and more red as I tried to decide how to reply. "Well... when I was in the other room and Dr. Morgan was reading through the statements of informed consent... I kind of... I guess I started imagining parts of the study and it got me... you know... excited." Dr. Schafer nodded as she scribbled. "On a scale of one to ten, could you rate your arousal when you were listening to Dr. Morgan, and your arousal now?" My tongue felt heavy in my throat. "Uh, I guess a six or seven then? And maybe a five now." I could see the students taking notes as well, and whispering to one another, all with a clinical gaze in their eyes. "And one last question Ms. Anderson," Dr. Schafer continued. "Would you say that, in general, descriptions of sexual acts, and of your own sex organs and sexual response, tend to arouse you and cause you to self-lubricate?" "Yes," I mumbled, now thoroughly embarrassed. "So for example, right now I am causing you to become even more aroused, by pointing out the copious self-lubrication coating your labia majora, labia minora, and inner thighs - is that correct?" She was doing it on purpose, I could tell... and as if on cue, I felt a drop more of my wetness ooze out of me. Dr. Dean looked up from between my legs, as if to indicate to Dr. Schafer that her technique was working. "Yes," I whispered. "Very good," said Dr. Schafer. She glanced toward the door. "Dr. Morgan should be here any moment - but perhaps we should go ahead and start the shave?" Dr. Dean nodded his agreement. "Now Ms. Anderson, I'm just going to be wiping you up a bit to get you ready for a quick shave. We need to be able to see all parts of you, so that means the hair has to go." He used an alcohol wipe to thoroughly cleanse my cunt and wet inner thighs, and then a second wipe attended to my asshole. The two other doctors tied straps around my knees, affixing them even more firmly to the padded extensions from the stirrups so that I could no longer move my legs, and then Dr. Dean opened the stirrups up all the way and dropped the lower leaf of the table from under my ass. I was now spread open and immobilized from the waist down. Without a word, he went to work, snipping away my curly hairs and then lathering the bits that remained. He shaved me with a straight razor - expertly - and went over everything twice, carefully pulling my lips this way and that to expose every surface to his blade. At the end, he instructed the two other doctors to take hold of each of my asscheeks to expose the few hairs there. "Relax now," he instructed me firmly. "Keep your anus completely relaxed as I shave, or you could cause me to cut you." I closed my eyes to the shame as I relaxed my asshole and felt his blade swipe threateningly close to it. As he was wiping away the last bits of hair and shaving cream with a wet cloth, the door opened, and I could tell that Dr. Morgan had entered. He came around to inspect Dr. Dean's work. "Very nice," he commented, his face so close to my cunt that I could feel his breath on me. He slipped a glove onto one hand and began to poke and prod, checking that I was truly hairless from belly button to asshole. He snapped the glove off and again nodded his approval. Then he looked up at me. "Ms. Anderson," he said, "if you're ready, we'd like to give you an orgasm now." A Thorough Research Study Ch. 02 I could see my cunt once again glistening with my wetness as Dr. Morgan's statement sunk in. I nodded in agreement with his words - "we'd like to give you an orgasm now." It had been a long morning of increasing arousal and no relief. I needed to come. Dr. Schafer was flipping through a folder with several pages of my handwriting in it. "For this first orgasm - baseline orgasm, if you will - we want to replicate as much as possible the orgasms you give yourself when you masturbate," she said. "Of course, the main difference here is that you will be a passive recipient. Still, we've studied your intake narratives extensively and we believe we'll be able to follow the 'formula' that usually makes you orgasm when you're masturbating." My cheeks reddened once again and I felt even more juice escape my cunt - and saw it on the monitor displaying the video feed of my still splayed open legs. Dr. Schafer must have seen it too, because she raised her eyebrows and motioned to Dr. Dean. "We'd best start measuring before she gets even more aroused." Two of the students had come down into the chamber from the gallery above, and I quickly understood that they were responsible for taking my measurements, as one held a tool up to my nipples and proceeded to call out numbers to the other, who scribbled on a clipboard. Then as they positioned themselves between my legs, I watched on the monitor as my lips and clit were measured and calipered. Though gloved, the student's fingers on my clit sent a shiver through me, and I silently wished that he would stroke it, rub it - anything to satisfy my need to come. As the measuring continued, Dr. Morgan appeared by my side with what looked to be velcro straps. "Now Ms. Anderson, from what I understand you don't practice self bondage but you do attempt to keep one arm immobilized while you masturbate, is that correct?" I nodded. "Well, you're in for a treat today - as you won't be using one hand to touch yourself, we've decided to immobilize both your arms. Wrists up, please." I lifted my arms and he encircled my wrists with the velcro straps, then brought them above my head to affix them to a part of the headrest that I had not realized included a strip of - rather powerful - velcro. My arms were now just as immobilized as my legs; and within moments, a heavy leather strap was passed around my waist as well. I felt completely helpless; and to no one's surprise, more wetness leaked out of my cunt. Now done with their measurements, the PhD students stood, one on each side of my torso. I noticed that Dr. Schafer had once again appeared between my legs. She looked up at Dr. Morgan as if waiting for his go-ahead. He addressed me. "You've indicated in the survey that your masturbation takes place at night, with the lights off, correct?" "Yes." "We can't turn the lights off here, of course, as we need to be able to monitor your response and film your body in detail, so instead we have a blindfold - hope you don't mind." My eyes were covered and the world went dark. No longer able to see the gaze of so many eyes directly on my body, I could feel myself relaxing, pushing away the knowledge that my naked body was still being displayed, filmed, and scrutinized. "We're going to start with some manipulation of your breasts and nipples," Dr. Morgan said, as I heard the PhD students snapping on gloves. "You said that you use your own saliva when manipulating your breasts as you masturbate, so we have artificial saliva that we'll be using on you today." I didn't care what Dr. Morgan was saying anymore; fingers were stroking my breasts and it was heavenly. One of the students was a man and the other a woman, and I could feel the difference in the way each touched me. The man focused on my nipples: making little circles around my nipples, gently stroking the areola, pinching them ever so slightly. The woman had one finger on my nipple and the other hand on the underside of my breast, teasing it in languid strokes as the finger on my nipple slowly increased its pressure and speed. The result of so much stimulation to both breasts was intense, and without thinking, I began to gently rock my hips back and forth - as much as was possible given my strapped-in state. "Dr. Adams," I heard Dr. Morgan say, "please take note of the subject's response to the breast manipulation. Dr. Schafer, you should probably start the genital manipulation now." As I felt the artificial saliva being added to each nipple, Dr. Schafer's gloved hand lightly toucher my inner thigh and I moaned. She was going to take her time, I could tell. She stroked the crease of my thigh from top to bottom, and then slowly worked her way in toward my cunt. Her fingers massaged my labia and then returned to my thighs, following the same pattern and adding to my desperation. Then I felt her thumbs meet in the center of my cunt and pull it open, as the fingers on my breasts began flicking and pinching the nipples in coordination. I was on fire. Another moan escaped me and I thrust my cunt as much as I could onto Dr. Schafer's probing fingers. "Time for a bit of a breather," Dr. Morgan said. "Dr. Adams, please take Ms. Anderson's measurements in this highly aroused state. Ms. Anderson, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'll need you to rate your arousal again, on a scale of -" "TEN," I said loudly, panting and cursing Dr. Morgan in my mind for his scientific cock block. He chuckled. "Okay then. As soon as Dr. Adams is done, we'll get right back to it, but there's one element we need to add in. You mentioned on the intake form that you have a very active imagination and that you create vivid fantasies, or relive intimate moments, when you masturbate. So we're going to ask you to do the same - except that you're going to be telling these stories out loud." As horny and desperate as I was, and despite the fact that I no longer cared about so many strangers watching me in the throes of my arousal, this request sent me into a mild panic. "Ms. Anderson, did you hear what I said? No need to be shy. I'll ask you some questions to help you get into it, okay?" "Okay..." I said, half-heartedly. I felt Dr. Schafer's fingers on my thighs again and sighed. "Okay." "Now, why don't you just tell me about a particularly arousing memory, something that you revisit frequently when you masturbate. Where did it take place?" Dr. Schafer's finger effortlessly slid inside my cunt and I struggled to pay attention to the new task I'd been given. "Uh... I guess one I think about a lot... it was in the office at my boyfriend's house." "Okay. And what was the context of this sexual encounter?" "He works from home - my boyfriend - and I was over there that day because it was MLK Day, or something, I don't know, but I was off work, and so he made me come over in office clothes, but like, slutty office clothes, and stay around as he worked." "And what did that entail?" "You know, no panties, short skirt, the buttons on my shirt were only done halfway. I was wearing a lacy bra." "Okay, so tell me more about the day." I moaned as Dr. Schafer added another finger inside me and began slowly pumping them in and out. The fingers on my tits were squeezing the hard buds of my nipples. "Uh... well he had told me to stay wet, like I was responsible for staying wet all day so that if he wanted to fuck me anytime he could. And I guess it was right before lunch time when I got the mail and came over to his desk, and he just grabbed me and bent me over the desk and flipped my skirt up on my ass and tried to push his fingers in my cunt but I wasn't wet enough." My cunt was dripping now as Dr. Schafer added a third finger and continued fucking me, while my hips pumped up and down within my limited range of motion. "So what did he do?" Dr. Morgan asked. "First he slapped my ass, hard. He kicked my legs open more and tried to push his fingers in again but I just wasn't wet. He was angry and he said he was going to punish me. He made me take all my clothes off and lie down on the floor, and then he got two of his ties out of the closet and used them to tie me up, left wrist to left ankle, right wrist to right ankle. Of course he knew that by the end of that I'd be soaking, and I was, and I was begging him to fuck me, but this was a punishment and he wanted to humiliate me. He set the videocamera up on a tripod and turned it on, and for maybe five minutes while I cried and apologized for not staying wet like he asked, and begged him to fuck me, he just stood there and watched. "Then he went into the kitchen and came back with a cucumber and said, 'Fuck you? I can fuck you' and pushed the fucking vegetable into my soaking wet cunt. He bent over and started sucking on my nipples as he fucked the cucumber in and out of my cunt, I was humiliated but it was getting me off and I moaned that I was going to come - so he stopped. He got up and left the cucumber there in my cunt, and told me that I was such a whore, such a fucking slut for being able to come from being fucked by a cucumber but not being obedient enough to just keep my whore cunt wet when I was told to. I cried and begged and apologized and finally he told me that if I could push the cucumber out of my cunt, he'd fuck me. I was so ashamed, so ashamed and humiliated but I wanted to obey - and I wanted to get fucked - so I pushed and the cucumber popped out. He untied me and fucked me doggy style in front of the video camera. He came on my asshole." By this point I was panting and producing so much wetness that Dr. Schafer was having to wipe it up every few minutes so that she could keep masturbating me. I was still blindfolded, but I turned my head to where I thought Dr. Morgan was. "Please," I said, "please can she make me come now? I can't take much more of this." He seemed to agree. "You can begin the clitoral manipulation now, Dr. Schafer." The hands squeezing my boobs increased their pressure as I felt Dr. Schafer's finger inch upwards to my clit. She had two fingers of one hand pumping in and out of me, and now - at last - her fingertips gently alighted on my clit. She began a tiny circle and I moaned even louder than before, pushing my cunt onto her hand. She didn't stop me. She increased the pressure of the circles on my clit and hit that sweet spot and suddenly I was moaning and gasping and fucking her had with the movements of my hips. She circled and circled and I felt my orgasm building deep in me as I cried out and begged, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Oblivious to the dozens of eyes that were doubtlessly focused on my thrashing body as I neared my come, I pumped harder and screamed louder - and then, Dr. Schafer's thumb buried between my cheeks and grazed against my asshole, and I was coming, coming hard, my whole body rocked by a powerful orgasm as I screamed and let wave after wave of bliss wash over me. She slowed her circles as I came down from my peak, decreasing the speed of her fingers that still pumped in and out of me. Her hands soon went still, and I felt my body go limp, still splayed lewdly open and now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I could tell the doctors were moving around me, measuring again, calipering again, and seemingly trying to quantify the amount of come that my cunt had produced. I didn't care about any of it. Behind the blindfold, my eyes were closed as I drifted off into the restful sleep of post-orgasm euphoria.