Page 9 of Innocence Tamed
The sight that greeted me made my breath catch. A young woman was positioned on the examination table, facing away from the camera, her slender body bent forward in perfect submission, her rounded bottom elevated. One hand worked between her legs while the other… I leaned forward slightly, my interest immediately piqued. Her delicate finger was pressing against her anus as a woman captioned with the nameNurse Georgesobserved clinically.
“Imagine your sponsor’s penis there,” the nurse was saying. “Thick and demanding, stretching you open. You have a very attractive bottom, Audrey. He will have sex with you there as soon as he can, I imagine.”
I felt my own rush of heat at the nurse’s words and the girl’s visible response—a shudder that ran through her entire body, the way her hips moved against her hand. Even from this mid-range camera angle, I could see she was beautifully formed—small, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and a perfectly rounded bottom now on display as she pleasured herself under instruction.
The biometric data scrolling along the side of my screen confirmed what was visually apparent: this young woman had an exceptionally strong submissive response pattern. Her arousal metrics were nearly off the chart, despite—or perhaps because of—the clinical humiliation of the examination.
I found myself leaning closer to the screen, watching as her movements became more urgent, her breathing more ragged. The camera caught the flush spreading across her skin, the trembling in her thighs as she approached climax.
“You may orgasm now,” Nurse Georges instructed dispassionately.
As if her body had been waiting for permission, the girl shuddered violently, a muffled cry escaping her as pleasure overwhelmed her. The biometric readings spiked dramatically, confirming the intensity of her response.
“Monsieur?” my secretary said, from the doorway of my office. “You have a call from the energy minister.”
“Thank you, Yves,” I told him. I glanced at my handheld again and saw that a banner had appeared at the bottom of the screen.
Receive alerts about Audrey?
I tappedYes.
Audrey
“You’ve qualified for the First Intimacy Premium Program,” Nurse Georges told me. Her voice carried a strange mixture of satisfaction and disgust that made my face go blazing hot yet again—as if the woman had tried to remain professional, but the idea of a girl accepting money for the privilege of taking her virginity violated her principles. “You may get dressed.”
“What…” I started to ask, as I scrambled to get off the exam table and to fetch my clothes. Surges of mortified heat traveled through my upper body as I grabbed my panties. “What happens next?”
My hands trembled as I pulled on my underwear, unable to look Nurse Georges in the eye. I felt dazed and disoriented as I tried to process what had just happened. The examination room seemed to spin slightly around me, my body still tingling from the helpless pleasure that had coursed through me only moments before.
“The SA app will guide you through the next steps,” Nurse Georges replied, her tone returning to its earlier detachment.She was entering data into her tablet, as if what had just occurred was nothing more unusual than checking a patient’s blood pressure. “You have some tasks to complete before you can activate your profile in the system. Then potential sponsors will be able to view your information.”
My fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra. “Tasks?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like what?”
“Elements of your profile that will help you get noticed,” she replied without looking up. “First Intimacy candidates are highly sought after, but the wealthy men who’ll be looking at you want to be sure you’re interested in pleasing them the way they have a right to expect.”
My stomach clenched at the thought. Powerful men, looking at me in the app, trying to determine whether I would… what?
Whether I’d be a good girl for them. The kind of good girl who’ll obediently take their cocks when they decide to enjoy her.
I swallowed hard as I pulled my blouse on, buttoning it with clumsy fingers.
“What about… what you said earlier?” I ventured hesitantly, utterly unsure why I was reminding the woman about this humiliating detail. “About the… the plugs?”
Nurse Georges finally looked up from her tablet, her expression unreadable behind her glasses. “Yes, of course.” She crossed to a cabinet and removed a small black box, which she handed to me. “The initial training set. Instructions are included. I recommend beginning tonight.”
I took the box with burning cheeks, unable to believe I was accepting such a thing. It felt surprisingly heavy in my hands—a tangible reminder of what I was agreeing to.
“You’ll also need these,” she continued, handing me a bottle of pills. “Contraceptives. Take one daily, beginning today. While some sponsors may choose to use condoms, most prefer not to. The pill ensures no unwanted complications arise.”
I nodded mutely, slipping the bottle into my purse alongside the black box. I finished dressing, smoothing my skirt with hands that still quivered slightly. My phone beeped, and I glanced down at it. Two notifications from the Selecta Arrangements app.
Appointment: Esthetician. In five minutes, Room 1643.
Appointment: Photography. In thirty-five minutes, Room 1650.
“Good luck, Audrey,” Nurse Georges said from the door as she left with her cart. Her voice seemed a little strained—as if she were doing her best not to sound disdainful. “The exit is just down the hall.”
The sixteenth floor looked just as corporate as the fifteenth, which seemed confusing given what the app had told me about the appointments I had here, which seemed a good deal less businesslike. The door of Room 1643 did have a sign that saidEsthetician Suite, though, so I knew I’d come to the right place.
