Bound and Initiated by Emily Tilton Page B

Sarah,” the doctor said. “The difficulty is that you associate these muscles with something else, something shameful. You know you can open here when you have to.”
    She understood, and it sent the blood rushing to her face. She pushed, and she felt herself opening as the speculum pushed in and Dr. Adams squeezed it open.
    “Very good,” he murmured. “Thank you, Sarah. You look just fine in here. Remember what you just did when the time comes in a moment to introduce the girl-trainer.”
    The speculum closed, departed. Sarah heard Dr. Adams drop it into an unseen waste receptacle.
    Receptacle. How could it possibly turn her on to think of herself as a receptacle for men’s cocks? And yet… and yet it did. Sarah simply had too much intelligence, and had grown too used to using her reason upon the evidence of her senses as corroborated with the evidence of the data. Fine, she had known of the existence of women like the sort of woman who wrote Forever Girl. It even seemed like Claudia, and Robert, and Dr. Adams wanted Sarah to think that all women harbored these strange submissive desires.
    Fine: when Dr. Adams said she must think of her mouth, her pussy, and her anus as places where a penis should enter, to provide its owner with the pleasure he had a right to expect from a pretty girl he wanted to fuck, Sarah’s nipples tingled, and her pussy clenched in erotic excitement. She didn’t have to like it, though, and she didn’t have to yield to it.
    “Tell me about your masturbatory habits, Sarah,” the doctor said conversationally.
    “What?” He had been so entirely uninterested in any contribution Sarah might make to the strange, progressively more degrading ‘examination’ that the question took her aback, not only because of the embarrassment it evoked but also because it took her a moment to return from the place in her mind where she had buried herself so deeply in her struggle to resist the strange attraction the proceedings held for her. As always, it appeared, here at Ostia, her failure to comply immediately received immediate remediation, this time in the form of an extreme increase in the level of humiliation visited upon her by Dr. Adams.
    “You know what masturbation is, Sarah,” he said. “Pretending you don’t isn’t the sort of thing I’ll tolerate.” To her surprise, he reached to her right side and unfastened the cuff that bound her wrist. “Show me how you masturbate, Sarah.”
    “B-but…” she stammered.
    “Or do you do it some other way? In that case, I want you to rub your clitoris with your two middle fingers now, while you tell me about that. I’ll put the girl-trainer in the entrance to your vagina at the same time, to start getting you used to the idea that a man’s penis is the most important thing where your pleasure is concerned now.”
    Sarah’s hand, bound for so long helplessly by her waist, came up, and she watched her middle fingers press together, the little round tips of her fingers forming a single plane, as they had always seemed to know how to do because that felt best. She closed her eyes. “I lie on my side,” she said softly, hoping desperately that maybe he wouldn’t make her show him how her fingers touched her clit. “I pull my one knee up.” She felt her face once again blaze like the sun.
    Dr. Adams said, from the darkness that she had made by shutting her eyes, “I imagine you touch your anus then, too, Sarah. The side-lying position makes that very easy, and we find that many girls who employ it practice frequent anal masturbation in addition to their clitoral habit. Go ahead and show me the clitoral component, please. You do it every day? Every morning perhaps, upon waking?”
    “How…?” Her eyes flew open to see him looking back at her with what seemed an understanding expression.
    “How do I know? Again, side-lying masturbators tend to practice their self-pleasure frequently, and with a strong tendency to do it on waking up. The