My Annual

Literotic asexstories – My Annual by zenar01,zenar01
(sub POV)

CN: CNC, medical trauma

The Daddy Domme uses they/them pronouns and the sub approves of all pronouns but uses mostly she/her in scenes. The sub has a vagina but that is no indicator of gender. The Daddy uses a strap on.

There are no negotiations mentioned as the erotica takes place fully in the roleplay world. All play in real life should be safe, sane & consensual or it is not play at all.

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“Good afternoon. I am your doctor today. You are scheduled for a routine check up so let’s get you set up,” someone with a clipboard and a white coat says while shutting the door behind them.

“Setup? What do you mean?”

“Take a seat and relax. I’m just going to ask some routine questions in the meantime,” they say while guiding me by my shoulder to the bed.

“Take off your shirt please. I need to get clear readings. Do you have a history of any illnesses in your family?”

I am distracted by the crinkling paper underneath me and it takes me a second to respond.

“Um yes. Breast and ovarian cancer from both grandmas.”

“Ah I see. Well that means a few more tests but not to worry I’ll be here the whole time. Breathe in for me.”

I follow their instructions and zone out after a few deep breaths. I hate doctors appointments. I’ve had one too many bad experiences. Because of my daze it takes me a second to realize they have pushed me to lie down on the bed and are pulling out restraints.

“Wait, what–”

“Shh sweetheart. I need to tighten you down for the rest of this.”

“Why? I’ve never needed that before. It’s just a routine pelvic, right?”

“Yes, but I can tell you’re anxious. Your heart rate is skyrocketing. This will just be easier. You relax and I will be done sooner.”

Before I know it, my hands are strapped above my head and they are pulling something else across my waist. It’s just Velcro but they are tight enough I won’t budge.

“Please, I-I don’t think this is necessary. I won’t fight you.”

“Oh but you already are. Hush up before you make this worse for yourself,” they say with a harsher tone than just seconds before.

When they start unbuttoning my pants my first reaction is to kick back. In doing so, I clock them in the jaw with my heel.

“Tsk tsk tsk, there goes your chance.”

They turn around and bring a metal device to my face. I clamp my mouth shut and turn away, feeling my teeth grinding together. But they push up against a muscle in my mouth and everything comes loose — long enough for them to slide in and crank open some kind of gag, probably used for dentistry. I shake my head in an apologetic whimper as my tongue makes drowning noises against the roof of my mouth.

“If you make too much noise, it will only get worse. The office is closed and I sent my PA home early so it’s just you and me. Screaming won’t get you anything except more fingers shoved in your tight little snatch. So be quiet and listen to me.”

My legs are shaking now, being the only thing not tied down. My ankles are still tangled in my half striped jeans but the doctor — if they are even a doctor — pulls them off in a clean stroke. Then they start talking while strapping my thighs, knees and ankles to stirrups that bring my legs high into the air.

“Good girl. So as you might have guessed, I am not your typical doctor. You have been selected to be my in office toy for the foreseeable future. The logistics are all sorted out — your roommates are informed of a work trip, your colleagues believe you are on a family visit, all calls and emails are being monitored — you are all mine.”

“Ahhh daa uh,” I slur with only my tongue left mobile. They smirk at my incoherence.

“Yes yes, let’s begin. I am going to perform your routine exam and make sure everything is in order but I’ll also play a bit for my own pleasure. We have three days together so we are in no rush.”

I start rocking my head back and forth on the table. This can’t be true. This shit only happens in horror movies. Before I know it they are approaching my head and begin to stroke their hand through my hair.

“I know I know, baby boy. This is going to be hard for you and I doubt you will enjoy it. That’s why I tied you up nice and tight. I know you will want to fight back and now you can. I’ll just keep going because you no longer have any power here. It’s okay. It’s alright,” they gently rub their finger across my cheek but their eyes carry a glint of something scary behind them.

“Let’s finish setting you up before we start on the first round of tests.”

They go back to my exposed crotch and cut off my underwear. They smile when I freeze under the cool blade of the medical scissors.

“I am just going to loosen things up down here for us later. I know you are practically a virgin so this will make it easier — for me anyways.”

They snap on a pair of gloves and slide in a few fingers with no warning. I try to scootch up and away from them on the table but the straps hold tight. They see me squirm and widen their fingers with a dangerous glimmer in their eyes. Seeing them make eye contact from between the view of my legs makes me blush and turn away.

“No need to be shy sweetheart. I’ll soon see everything.” With that they add some lube and a few more fingers, stretching me further. Just when it starts to feel good they pull out and insert something cold, hard, and vibrating.

“Uh uh uh, don’t push it out. That is going to plow the way for me later. I will add some precautions just in case,” they say while using medical tape to keep the vibrator dancing against my pelvic bone.

“Alright! First test is for auditory function. I am going to say sentences at different volumes and you are going to repeat them back to me. Easy enough, right?”

My eyebrows knit together. This isn’t a typical test! And I am here for a pelvic!

With a loud clear voice they say, “I cannot wait to be used, Daddy.” They pause waiting for me to follow their instructions.

I furrow my eyebrows and murmur something with the same number of syllables, but soon realize the predicament they have placed me in.

“That was incorrect, silly baby. Try again.”

“Ah ah nah aye oo ee ooed, aye.”

“Not quite, pet. One strike,” they say. “Try this one: I now belong to Dr. Daddy.”

“Aahhhhooooo,” I slur knowing it’s not worth trying anyways.

“A shame. Two strikes in under two minutes. Let’s try your vision,” they say, tying an eye mask over my head. “Simple, pet. Tell me what you see in my hand.”

“Aye cana eee,” I say while squirming in my bonds. No less than a breath after the jibberish comes from my mouth, they whack me with what feels like a flogger.

“This is not going well for you, honey. How about this? What am I holding now?”

To that I just whimper. The cards were stacked against me from the start. I pause too long and feel a harder wooden implement slap my inner thigh. It feels like a ruler but maybe more flexible.

“God, you are pathetic. Completely unresponsive to all the tests. This will take more treatment than I once thought.” I try my best to buck my hips up in protest but nothing happens.

“Your hearing is useless. So is your sight. The only thing that seems to be working is your slutty vagina which drools at any touch. No matter. More tests to run,” they say before slipping noise canceling headphones over my already blindfolded head.

What follows is an immeasurable duration of torture. They clamp my nipples, tickle my armpits, spread some kind of itching salve on the bottom of my feet, and lick all of my skin which they can reach. I’m not sure what these “tests” are supposed to indicate but whatever it is, I am sure I failed.

Suddenly the table is moved upwards so I am folded in half. At this angle, the drool that has been pooling in my mouth flows over my lower lip and the doctor removes the headphones and blindfold. They smile at me from between my knees and trace a long fingernail through my spit only to wipe it on my cheek. They remove the metal gag and massage my jaw for a second.

“Now that you are warm, let’s proceed to your pelvic.” I don’t dare speak despite the lack of gag even when they crank open a cold speculum to what feels like its biggest setting.

“Oooo so wet and sticky in here. Let me just–” and they nudge more fingers than ever in my crevice.

“Ahhh, please no. I’ll do anything. Stop, I beg of you.”

“Ah such sweet words. Let me see if I cannot get some more out of you,” they say as they curl their nails into my g spot.

“Noooooo!”

Some unknown amount of time passes before I realize the probing assault on my pussy has finished.

“Open up,” they say. They have somehow quickly appeared by my side and hold a water bottle. When I don’t open immediately they do it for me, holding my jaw open. “Don’t choke.”

They slowly pour in an entire bottle of water. When I cough and turn my head, they force it back. By the time the bottle is empty, tears and water both dampen my face.

“Good girl. Time for the next hole while we wait for that to cycle through.” Cycle through? Before I can guess what that means, they snap on a new pair of gloves and unceremoniously shove a finger in my ass.

“Doctor, no! I’ve never–nobody has ever–it’s too small.”

“Don’t fret, little one. It stretches, as you will soon see.”

I whimper for well over half an hour as they stick all number of things in both my holes. There were ice cubes, needles, syringes, fingers, toys, and more. I am sweaty and pliant by the time they next speak to me.

“Doll, how is your bladder at the moment?”

What a weird question. Then I realized they were right. I drank a whole water bottle under duress and now need to pee desperately.

“Full, doctor. Can you untie me to pee, please? You can watch and everything.”

“Sweet of you to offer something which is not yours to give. I can but I shall not. I’ll just focus my attention elsewhere until you have finished.”

They crank both speculums — one in my vagina and one in my anus — wide open then pull something out from below. They wrap a diaper around my spread open holes and tie it snug.

Then they roll over a medical tray with a dozen looking dangerous implements and loosen my hand restraints. They squeeze behind my body and sit behind me like a birthing coach. With the added space my arms are restrained behind them and I can feel their scrubs behind my hot back.

“Now this part, you definitely won’t like. But it doesn’t stop until you have peed yourself into that wonderful little diaper.”

With that they pull out a set of needles and a scalpel.

I freeze under their bonds and I can feel them chuckle in response.

“Please don’t. Doctor, please.”

“Have you done what the Doctor has asked, little one?…Answer me.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Well then we will continue until you figure it out.”

Then they poke needles up and down my stomach fat, I go between crying and attempting to push the fluid from my bladder. I have to pee and also am too frightened to force it.

I don’t feel the warmth for a while but when I do I feel Daddy chuckle from behind me.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” By now there are two rows of needles threaded carefully down my body.

“Now I need to update your charts with all of this information. Let me give you something to focus on.”

They grab a strong vibrator and tape it to my chest right on top of the rows of needles. When they turn it on I feel my rib cage and the metal vibrate together.

When they finish marking up charts, they stand back between my legs. Everything down there is wet and warm beneath the diaper and I can’t look them in the eye.

“I should leave you sitting in your filth, little one. You haven’t been a very cooperative patient.”

“Please don’t, Daddy-Doctor,” I sob. “I’ll do anything.”

“Mmm anything huh? A dangerous proposition.”

They slowly disassemble my lower parts — removing the soggy diaper and both speculums. They jiggle with my loose holes and laugh at my embarrassment. They disappear from my eye line only to come back with a huge strap on.

“Here is your ‘anything,’ darling. Beg for this size or I’ll double it.”

“No no. Um please don’t do any larger,” I have barely lost my virginity and this size is already several inches larger than my first ever experience.

“I said beg for it.”

“I-Doctor, please give it to me. Please impale me. Please,” I close my eyes in defeat.

By the end I’m crying and they are laughing.