I’d forgotten all about the appointment for the smear test. She must have seen it stuck to the front of the fridge one night when she came back to mine. We don’t live together but we are girlfriend and girlfriend. Well, more precisely, I’m whatever she wants me to be. Sometimes I’m her girlfriend, sometimes her lover but more often than not, she tells me I am her cum slut, her fucktoy or her whore.

Humiliation is just one of her kinks. She’d made me get fitted for a new bra while ‘cumslut’ was emblazoned across my chest in her favourite colour of lipstick. Another time, she’d invited me to a gallery exhibition opening, omitting to tell me it was a charity black tie affair so when I rocked up after work in my jeans and hoodie, to say I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me was an understatement.

I’m naked on the bed, needy and pleading. I’ve lost count of the number of edges she’s tormented me with. My pussy drips continuously. My clit throbs and my chest is so tight I can barely breathe.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please let me cum.”

It is a plaintive wail. I sound so pathetic but I can’t help it. I need to cum so badly. The tip of her middle finger traverses my folds yet again. She smears even more of the juices oozing out of me over my clit. She writes her name on me, spelling out the letters as she traces them in cursive script over and around my clit. Just when I think I am about to explode and cum anyway, despite the lack of permission, she sits back on her heels.

My eyes open wide in shock, “Don’t stop. Please. Miss. Don’t. Please don’t Stop.” I can tell my voice is rising in panic. She leans across to the nightstand and rummages in the drawer for the spare tube of lipstick she keeps there. I slump back on the bed, frustration welling within me, while my pussy drips even more at the thought of being marked.

I gaze down, watching her as she carefully writes across my shaven smooth mound. I’d always preferred a neat tidy bush but she doesn’t. She made it quite clear I was to be silky smooth at all times. So I am. No need for discussion. What she wants, she gets.

She pats my thigh, tells me I’m a good girl and clambers off the bed. I lie there in shock. Is she seriously going to leave me like this?

I watch her get dressed. She pulls on one of the spare tops she keeps in my wardrobe for times she stays over midweek and doesn’t want to turn up at work with the same outfit on two days in a row.

“You’d better hurry up and get dressed if you're going to make your appointment on time.”

She grins at the obvious confusion on my face before the remembrance of the gynecologist's appointment collides with the realisation that my marked pussy is a dripping mess.

“Can’t I shower first?”

I know I sound such a needy pathetic mess and the laugh she gives in response is the perfect mix of condescension and pity. She doesn’t ever bother replying, just smiles and leans against the wall, arms folded, waiting until I get dressed.

I pull on a fresh pair of black cotton panties. I check with her when I hold up a matching bra. The slow shake of the head has me going braless. She chooses a blue tartan skirt and tight black tee shirt before finishing off the outfit with a pair of black over-the-knee socks and we leave the house together. I decline her offer of a lift and walk the few minutes to the outpatients department of the hospital.

As I sit and wait in the reception, the fear builds. It’s like a cold panic wrapping itself around my chest as I consider the writing on me and the state of my dripping edged pussy.. Fortunately, or unfortunately, my reverie is broken when the nurse calls out my name.

I follow her into the examination room. The doctor, or gynecologist or whoever I am to see isn’t here yet. The nurse hands me a gown and tells me to strip and get changed and sit in the chair and wait. The doctor is apparently running a bit late. She indicates one of those folding screens on wheels and I go behind it and strip. I pulled on the crinkly paper gown and sit in the chair.

I lean back and guide my legs into the stirrups, blushing slightly at the feeling of the air tickling the sticky lips of my pussy. I’m so wet, soaked in fact and my clit is already throbbing. I wonder if she will notice. I squirm in my seat and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. The fabric of my gown scrapes against my nipples, which are already hard and nearly visible through the thin fabric.

The doctor enters the room, closing the door behind her. Offering me a warm smile, she sits down onto the swivel chair and slides over, positioning herself between my spread legs. I swallow, watching her guide the rolling tray of tools beside her.

I curl my toes as she pushes up my gown, exposing my wet pussy even more. I’m too embarrassed to look, but a thick silence fills the air.

“Hmmm,” she hums. “How interesting.”

I turn my head, meeting her eyes.

“You’re quite wet right now.”

My face turns bright red. All I can do is nod. She meets my eyes and chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s perfectly normal. It’s just I’ve never seen someone quite so wet at the thought of a gynecological examination.”

I whimper softly as her gloved fingertips part my labia and caress my folds. As she parts them, her eyes flicker with desire. I can hardly control myself and grip onto the sides of the chair. My eyes close and my mind begins to turn to mush. I’m already unbelievably horny, unable to think of anything but the pleasure her fingers are creating in me.

She looks up, staring into my eyes and informs me. “I will have to do a more in depth examination, I’m concerned there may be an underlying cause of all this wetness.”

All I can think is that I know exactly why I’m sopping wet.

My breaths tremble as she presses her hands against my inner thighs, spreading me wider, and I can feel my hole clenching. She reaches for a speculum from the little table of tools beside her and my back arches when the cold metal touches my warm pussy.

My legs come up from the stirrups with the jolt of being opened and the doctor pulls the speculum away.

“Please try not to move. It makes it difficult to position the speculum properly.”

I can’t help it. When she touches me again, I arch and drip even more. She shakes her head.

“OK. I’m afraid I’m going to have to restrain you. I can’t examine you if you keep moving. Understand?”

I nod, thoughts of the last time my Miss had tied me to the bed filling my head and making me drip even more. She manoeuvres the leather straps around both of my ankles, fastening them to the stirrups. To my surprise, she continues up my legs, securing both knees, and finally my thighs. I attempt to pull my legs from the stirrups to no avail. I’m stuck fast.

I squirm in the chair. My fingers grip the sides of the chair. The urge to reach down between my spread thighs and rub my clit to an explosive orgasm is overwhelming. I want to grip my tits and pull my nipples and moan louder than ever before. But I daren’t.

Her gloved hands return to my thighs, and I feel goosebumps raising on my skin. I breathe heavily as she inserts the speculum, my hole being stretched wide. My doctor continues to work with a blank face, her professionalism showing, but then again, she’s a doctor. That’s her job.

“Your vulva appears perfectly healthy. I’m going to examine your vagina and cervix now. I’m going to push your gown up further so I can see your abdomen.”

I watch with parted lips as she pushes the paper material up, revealing my marked flesh. Her eyes meet mine and a smirk flickers on her otherwise inscrutable face.

“Are you a needy edged cum slut?”

My face flushes bright red and my pussy drips even more. I swallow.

“Yes,” I whimper.

Her eyes skim over the rest of my body, stopping level with my tits. I know she can see my hard nipples pressing against that damn fabric. I subconsciously try to pull my legs free, and instinctively move my arms to cover myself.

“Try to keep your arms by your side. I’m going to insert my fingers inside now.”

Her fingers enter my dripping hole. I can’t help the moans that escape my lips. She moves her fingers inside of me, circling as they push in deeper. My toes curl and my back arches. I swear I can hear myself squelch.

I’m going to cum.

I can feel it build as I writhe in the gynecologist's chair. My cunt is making a mess on my thighs and the tissue paper that covers the chair. I reach for her hand. I want her to fuck me harder but just when I’m about to tip over the edge, she retracts her fingers and removes my hand from her wrist.

The realisation hits me. I was about to cum on the doctor’s fingers. During a medical examination.

“I’m…“

“I told you to hold your arms by your side.” Her tone is firm, yet still slightly degrading. “And those noises. What would the people waiting outside think? Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

I blush even more. “No… No, of course I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, Miss.”

“My only option is to further restrain you. Understood?”

“Yes... yes that’s fine.” I nod, feeling pathetic, and needy, and so fucking edged.

My pussy drips as I watch her fasten my wrists to the sides of the chair. She leans in close and I can smell her perfume. It’s light and womanly, not overpowering like the perfume my Miss wears.

“Are you going to be quiet now or do I need to gag you?”

I slowly shake my head.

“I’m.. I’m… I’m sorry, Doctor. I don’t think I can be quiet anymore.”

She nods in agreement and I realise now, too late what I’ve done. She walks over to my clothes and picks up the pair of goo stained panties I wore to the appointment. She whispers “Open” and my mouth opens. She stuffs them half-way into my mouth, forcing me to keep my mouth open. I’ve given complete control to a woman I hardly know. I’m tied to a chair with my legs spread, unable to move, and already drooling over my chest. I realise how utterly pathetic I must look and all I can do is wait for the examination to be over so I can be released.

When she sits back down in the chair between my thighs, I watch her smirk as her eyes scan my bound form. I groan again as her fingers penetrate me, pumping away slowly, pushing me towards the edge. I squirm, grunting but all I can do is curl my toes and my fingers and roll my head from side to side.

I can hear the squelching of my juices, and she increases the pace, curling and uncurling her fingers inside of me. My clit is throbbing, desperate for attention. I try to plead through the gag. If only she would graze it with her thumb, it’s all I need. Then just when I’m about to cum, she again withdraws her fingers. I’m panting and sweating, drool seeping down my chin and neck. I squeeze my eyes closed. A tear trickles down my cheek.

“So tell me,” she asks. “Whoever wrote this on you, did they give you permission to cum?”

I slowly shake my head. The string of drools dangles from my chin and drips on the gown.

“I hope you don’t mind then if I see for myself how far you can be pushed.”

I begin to thrash in my bonds, trying to free myself but there is nothing I can do. I watch helplessly as she picks up the pair of scissors on the tray and takes them to my gown. She snips away at the fabric, cutting it from hem to neck and opening me, unveiling me. My dripping pussy, my marked flesh, my rock hard nipples and pert little tits.

She rolls my nipples between gloved fingers and thumbs, I groan when she tugs them, wince when she slaps at them and arch as she twists them.

Her fingers ghost along my lips and my entire body tenses with pleasure when she presses her fingers to my clit, applying plenty of pressure to the aching spot.

“I have never seen a cunt as soaked as yours in my life. You really are such a needy cum slut, I hope you won’t mind if I coax another few edges out of you, do you dear?”

My body is on fire as I approach the edge. Then there is a knock at the door. Tiny whimpering defeated noises escape my gagged mouth as she moves to answer.

I try to beg her not to stop but there’s nothing I can say or do.

She opens the door and there is a hurried conversation. She looks back at me, naked, bound and marked in the chair. She pushes the door open and I freeze as I see the group of young women standing outside. They file in. Four of them, all wearing white doctors coats. They all look my age or younger.

“These are medical students. I hope you don’t mind if they observe.”

I thrash in my bonds. This is utterly humiliating. I can’t believe this. There are tears in my eyes, but nothing I can do as she guides them to form a semi-circle around me..

I don’t know how to act as the student doctors watch. Some of them simply ignore me and just stare at my dripping cunt while others talk and laugh and my predicament. I can only watch with pleading eyes, my cheeks pink at the thought of them being able to see my pussy spread open for them.

My doctor circles around me, her gloved hands stroking my skin as she describes the heightened state of arousal I am experiencing. She rolls and pulls on my nipples and stretches them both.

“She has very nice tits,” one of the doctors remarks. “And a pretty pussy too,” another agrees.

“Can I touch it?” A shy looking girl asks and when my doctor nods, she leans in and slowly runs her finger along my edged cunt.

“Do you think she wrote that on herself?”

My doctor shrugs. “It’s hard to tell. She was already in a highly aroused state when she entered the room. As you can see, she had to be restrained to stop herself from moving during the examination. The slightest touch seems to send her wild.”

As they talk about me as if I am a specimen in a laboratory, my resolve breaks. The girl is still stroking my folds, smearing juices over and around my clit. I whimper a muffled “please let me cum.”

The girl looks up, making eye contact with my doctor.

“Do you think she wants us to make her cum?”

“No, I think these markings are clear. She is to remain edged at all times.”

The students take it in turns to stroke my clit, watching enthralled as my hips jerk. My humiliation is complete as they bring me to the edge over and over and then, with a gentle word of caution from my doctor, they leave me hanging.

“Are you going to leave her like this?” enquires one of the student doctors.

I raise my foggy, brain-addled head and gaze at her. Drool dangling from my open mouth. I can feel it running down between my tits. The tissue underneath me is so sodden, it has disintegrated. I’m sitting in a puddle of dissolved tissue paper and cunt goo.

“I don’t think she is in any condition to be released in that state. She looks feral.”

My doctor nods in agreement. She pulls my ruined panties from my mouth. I gasp and slowly lick my lips with my tongue, now free from the gag. I try to focus on what the doctor is asking me.

“Do you think you can refrain from cumming without permission?”

I slowly shake my head. All I can think about is a release. One of the girls is still caressing my clit and giggling every time my pussy walls squeeze in response.

“Would you like me to help? To make sure you don’t cum without permission?”

Through the fog of edged lust, I nod. “Please,” I barely manage to whisper.

“Untie her. Get her standing with her hands behind her head.”

My doctor leaves the room as the student doctors unbuckle the straps and help me to my feet. I’m unsteady and two of them have to hold me up as after what seems like an eternity, I am released from the chair.

They have me facing away from the door so it is only once I hear my doctor’s voice that I know she has returned. I’m standing with my feet apart, my hands behind my head and my chest thrust out. My nipples ache. My clit aches. I force myself to resist the urge to put my hands between my legs and rub out an orgasm as fast as possible before they can stop me.

The doctor comes up behind me and I feel a metal band encircle my waist. Before I have time to process what she is doing, A cushioned pad presses against my aching needy clit and there is a metallic click and I am encased.

I glance down, already knowing there is a chastity belt adorning my cunt. I’m covered in a smooth metal shield. Her gloved hand presses against the plate, and I whimper in defeat, unable to feel any sensations against my denied clit.

“But..“

“No,” she says simply. “You can touch all you like. The only way to get pleasure is through this.”

She holds up a black box about the size of a box of cigarettes with two buttons and a slider control on the top. As soon as she presses the button, I feel it. The cascade of pleasure kissing my clit. I howl with pleasure as the vibrating sensations that caress my clit and cunt bring me back to the edge in seconds.

“Fuckkk,” I whimper, asking “What is that?” even though I already know. Despite the confusion rushing around my fog-addled brain. I’m trying to formulate the words, trying to explain that I am already owned, that she can’t do this, that only my Miss can control my orgasms when I hear her voice.

“Is she ready?”

She cuts the connection. The belt stops vibrating and I watch in disbelief as the doctor turns and embraces my Miss. They stand in front of me, exchanging a deep, loving kiss while my edged cunt drips in this evil contraption.

“I see you’ve met my old university friend, Doctor Alexandra Maguire. You really should be more careful with your private and confidential letters.”

She smiles at Doctor Maguire and takes the controller from her hand. She presses the button to begin the vibrations once more and moves the slider up and down. The intensity of the pulses change as she moves the slider. As they increase, I am bent almost double. My cunt is being massaged from every direction. Juices pool in the belt, and leak out over my thighs.

“Please, Miss,” I cry. My mind whirls, unsure if I can hold back. My legs buckle and I fall to my knees. She moves the slider up more. I try to tug at the belt but it is locked. Pleasure builds and builds with an intensity that is almost frightening. I gaze up at my Miss. I know she must be able to see the pleading desperation in my face. Just when I think it’s going to break over me, she presses the button, cuts the connection and the belt stops.

I slump, broken. I crawl into the foetal position, my arms wrapped around my knees, hugging myself as the tears pour down my cheeks.

I see feet shuffle as the group of junior doctors file out. I hear my Miss and the doctor discussing a new restaurant that recently opened in town. It’s like the show is over but with the belt locked snugly around my cunt, I know this is only the end of Act One.