Page 155 of Morally Gray Daddies

Emily

I gasped as I felt something cool and smooth press against my pussy. Dr. Langley seemed to be holding something that felt like a tube, or a wand.

"This is a specialized vibrator," she explained in her clinical tone. "We'll be measuring your responses to various types of stimulation."

As she spoke, I heard a beep, and a low hum filled the room as unwelcome sensation coursed through my body. I bit my lip, trying desperately not to react. But my body had other ideas.

"Very good," Dr. Langley murmured. "Your arousal levels are rising quickly. You're quite responsive."

I closed my eyes for a moment, mortified. When I opened them I found that Daddy Victor had leaned over me to study my face. His stern gaze, fixed on me, was observing every reaction. A whimper escaped my throat.

I squirmed against the exam table, unable to keep still as the vibrations intensified. Dr. Langley adjusted something on the device, and suddenly the sensations became even more intense. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

"Excellent," Dr. Langley noted. "Your nervous system is highly receptive to sexual stimulation. Your training program will benefit greatly from that."

My cheeks burned with shame, but I couldn't deny the waves of pleasure coursing through me. The rational part of my brain screamed that this was wrong, that I shouldn't be enjoying this. But my traitorous body responded eagerly to every tingle flowing from my clit through the rest of my body.

"Please," I whimpered, though I couldn’t tell if I wanted her to stop or continue.

"Hush now," Daddy Victor's deep voice rumbled. "Be a good girl and let the doctor finish her examination."

Those words — "good girl" — sent an unexpected thrill through me. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle another moan.

Dr. Langley increased the intensity once more. "We're going to bring you to climax now, Emily," she stated matter-of-factly. "This will give us important data on your orgasmic response."

"No, I can't—" I started to protest, but my words dissolved into a gasp as the vibrations reached a new peak. My hips bucked involuntarily, pressing my pussy desperately against the device.

My body tensed as the sensations built to an unbearable crescendo. I gripped the edges of the exam table, my knuckles turning white. A low keening sound escaped my throat as I teetered on the edge. I closed my eyes, wishing crazily that it meant they couldn’t see me: the maddeningly calm doctor and, even worse, the enormous Daddy Victor.

"You can, Emily," I heard his deep voice tell me. "Come for Daddy right now. Right this moment."

Those words pushed me over the precipice. My back arched as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my body shuddering uncontrollably. Through the haze of my orgasm, though I kept my eyes shut, I felt as if I could feel Daddy Victor's intense gaze still fixed on my face, cataloging my every reaction.

As the aftershocks subsided, Dr. Langley removed the vibrator. I lay there panting, my mind reeling from what had just happened. How could I have climaxed so intensely in these humiliating clinical circumstances?

"Excellent data," Dr. Langley remarked, tapping something into a tablet. "Emily shows a strong predisposition for submissive sexual behavior and responds well to verbal commands during arousal."

She turned to Daddy Victor. "I believe she's ready for the first stage of her training. Her body is primed for the kind of sexual discipline you and her Sponsor Daddy will be implementing."

Sponsor daddy? I could hardly tell, in the aftermath of my climax, if I had heard the words correctly.

"Thank you, doctor," Daddy Victor replied. "I'll take it from here."

Dr. Langley nodded and left the room. I expected Daddy Victor to help me up from the table. Instead, he moved to a cupboard in the corner of the room. My heart began to race again as I heard him rummaging around inside. When he turned back to me, he was holding an electric clipper.

"W-what's that for?" I stammered, though I had a sinking feeling I already knew.

"We need to get you nice and smooth between your legs and bottom cheeks," he replied matter-of-factly. "Little girls don't have grown-up curls down there."

My face flushed hot with humiliation. "Please, I….” My mind raced. “I can… I can do it myself," I protested weakly.

"No, Emily," Daddy Victor said firmly. "This is part of your training. You'll lie still and let daddy take care of it."

Tears pricked at my eyes as I heard the buzzing of the clippers start up. I wanted desperately to cover myself, to run away, but I was frozen in place by fear and the lingering effects of my intense orgasm.

"Now, while I shave you, I'm going to explain a bit more about the philosophy behind your rehabilitation program," Daddy Victor continued as he began trimming my pubic hair.

I bit my lip, trying not to squirm as the clippers moved over my most intimate areas.

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