You come into the picture, you have me, who's a young virgin with no
ejeculation ever in my life, strapped down to the gyno chair, so that I
can't escape. You tell me it's time for my exam, and that I won't escape
you again. You start to put on your gloves, and as you do that I squirm
to free myself, and you tell me to calm down and relax, that everything
is gonna be fine. You put on your stethoscope, tell me to breath in and
out. Then you tell me to open wide and say aaaah. Then you look down at
me with a serious look, you start touching while saying this looking
very serious. I squirm as your begin touch my nipples for stimulation,
and you tell me to not relax and not worry. You keep stroking my body,
and eventually you come to the conclusion that the only option is an
unwanted but needed milking. So you tell me that I have to milked here
and now. You grab a mask, and as you do that I'm squirming again. You
stretch the mask, and tell me that all is going to be fine, and you put
it on. You start the stroking me, and I squirm and protest. You tell me
that I'm sick and that I'm finally getting what I need. I keep squirming
and protest, and you keep saying things to neglect my struggle. As
orgasm is getting closer, you begin touching my nipples. I plead you to
stop, that I don't want to, and you tell me that I do want it, that I
need it. Then it finally happens. Procedure successful.
