Taking my measurements…

I had a most unusual conversation the other day.  I think we are all well aware that men like to discuss cock size and how many inches they are.  We got to discussing the fact that women never say, “well my slit is 12cm long and my pussy opening is 6cm wide”.  It was a rather amusing but also slightly arousing conversation

That night, I woke up in the middle of the night, my head filled with hot fantasies sparked by the conversation.  I thought you might enjoy hearing my fantasy!  It definitely got me very hot and bothered

I heard my name called and I walked into one of the offices of the Medical Research facility.  The charming Doctor greeted me and thanked me for coming

I laughed in my head at the recollection of why I had agreed to come.  I had met some friends for coffee and when I arrived, they were giggling about a piece in the paper.  It was advertising for woman to go to the Medical Research facility to have some very intimate measurements taken for scientific research.  They had been particularly prudish and scathing about the type of woman who would submit themselves to such things.  Their derision just made me determined to do it

And so here I was

We chatted for a moment and he put me at ease.  He then asked me to go behind the screen and remove all my clothing except for my knickers.  I obliged – I felt a little nervous behind the screen as I stripped off.  I had deliberately chosen some pretty but discreet white knickers

I stepped out from the screen, feeling a little conscious and with my hands covering my breasts.  He smiled at me and asked me to relax and just stand up with my hands by my sides.  I did as he asked, feeling more exposed with my full breasts naked before him

He explained he needed to take some general measurements and got out his tape measure.  His hands moved over my body as he took various measurements.  I could feel my arousal growing as his hands brushed my knickers as he held the tape measure against my inner thigh

“Perfect” he paused.  “Can I ask you to remove your knickers and hop onto the bed now?”

I looked at the very gynaecological bed and nodded slowly

“It would be better if I tied your feet into the stirrups” he suggested “the stiller you are, the more accurate I can be.  Is that okay?”.  I swallowed and acquiesced.  My legs were raised up at 90 degrees and he secured them in place

The bed was positioned so my legs were still closed at this stage, but I was still very aware of how exposed I felt

He stood beside me and start to take measurements of my breasts.  I could feel my pussy getting slightly wet as his hands moved over the sensitive flesh

After a few measurements he paused again.  “I need to make your nipples hard now” he stated.  Less of a question, more of an instruction

His hands caressed my nipples and I felt them harden

“I…, I suggest you are a little rougher if you want to make them fully hard” I offered hesitantly

I am sure I saw him smirk slightly and then he tugged and twisted.  A bolt of arousal flooded through me and they immediately became fully erect.  The Doctor nodded and started to take measurements of my nipples.  I bit my lower lip to try and suppress inappropriate moans

He finished and looked up at me, “Are you happy for me to start working between your legs now?”

Embarrassment and arousal surged through me.  “Yes Doctor” I replied obediently.  My submissive nature towards a man of authority kicking in hard as I became more turned on

My legs were pushed ever so slightly apart, but not enough to spread my pussy lips.  He moved between them and again started work with his tape measure.  He ran it down the length of my pussy lips and noted it down.  Then across the width of my labia, making notes again.  It felt like the most deliciously excruciating tease

Then he adjusted the bed, forcing my tied down legs much wider.  My pussy lips parting as he did so, every intimate detail of me on display for the Doctor.  I could feel myself blushing, knowing I would be visibly wet in front of him

I felt his hands upon me, working over my most intimate areas with his tape measure.  Constantly pausing to make notes and then touching again.  A little sigh escaped my lips.  His face showed concern and a hint of amusement as he looked up, “Not too uncomfortable I hope?”

“I think I’m okay” came out as a needy whimper

His eyes and hands moved back to my pussy, and then again to my face

“The Head Scientist did ask whether, if the subject seemed to be quite happy with the examination, she would allow us to check the sensitivity of her clitoris”

“Gosh” I exclaimed

“And what I am seeing does suggest you are quite happy with the examination” he continued.  “So, is that a yes?” he enquired

I did not quite trust myself to speak, but I nodded for him

“Words please” he countered

“Yes, Doctor.  That is fine, Doctor.  If it helps with the research”

He nodded, “It certainly will”

He stepped closer between my legs and continued.  “I need to insert two fingers inside your vagina to check how wet you are and mark it on my scale.  I will then rub your clitoris for ten seconds.  Insert my fingers again to assess wetness and keep repeating, until I feel the test has reached a…. conclusion, so to speak”

I felt so very needy, so aroused by what he was about to do.  My level of arousal felt wrong, naughty.  I felt embarrassed at how wet I knew I would get.  Yet, I could not wait for him to begin

He pushed gently at my pussy.  “Please say if you feel any discomfort”.  His two fingers sliding in with the slickness from my juices

He nodded and slipped them back out.  Used his other hand to tick a box on his chart.  Then he brought the wet fingers to my clit.  He started to rub gently.  It felt wonderful, his caress was exquisite, I moaned softly

Then it stopped.  Fingers back inside me.  Box ticked.  Rubbing again

I felt even needier after the pause.  My hips pushed up towards his fingers, wanting more.  Ripples of pleasure pulsing through me

Then it stopped.  Fingers back inside me.  Box ticked.  Rubbing again

Each time it started again the sensations were heightened.  I started to wriggle against the restraints on my legs.  My hands gripping at the bed

Then it stopped.  Fingers back inside me.  Box ticked.  Rubbing again

My pussy was soaking now, my juices leaking onto the bed and onto my thighs as I writhed under his touch

Then it stopped.  Fingers back inside me.  Box ticked.  Rubbing again

I was panting, trying to hold back.  “Doctor, I’m about to…”

Then it stopped.  Nothing more.  My climax had been so close I could almost touch it

“I think that concludes that element of the test” he said firmly

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from begging the Doctor for more.  My body so incredibly turned on, so exquisitely and frustratingly close to release.  It felt like a huge tension inside me, desperate to be let go

His voice brought me back to reality.  “We have some equipment for the next test”, and he produced a box containing a number of dildo shaped items, each one a little longer and thicker than the one before

Some looked rather scarily big.  I think he could read the concern on my face.  “We will start with the smallest and work up, you only need to take what is comfortable and must say when we reach the largest one that is comfortable for you.  Is that clear?”

I nodded.  I felt needy to feel them inside me, yet conscious that this was likely to stimulate me further and still without release

He picked up the first relatively small and slim dildo and slid it easily into my wet pussy.  It was a little too small to feel satisfying and he pulled it out again

He continued with a couple more, nodding as each easily pushed in with the slickness of my juices

The next felt bigger, I could feel it stretching me slightly as he pushed it inside, feeling every inch of it as it entered.  A gentle moan escaped me

An even larger one followed.  He pressed the head against my opening and paused.  “Remember you can say as soon as it becomes uncomfortable”.  I murmured my comprehension

He pushed it inside me.  It felt big.  Stretching me further as it filled me completely.  I moaned again

As he pulled it out, I felt needy to be full again, wanting the stretching sensation

“Another?”

“Please” I said breathlessly

Again, he paused with the head against my opening.  It was big.  I felt him twist it slightly, ensuring the head was well coated in my juices and then pushed the first few inches in

I gasped.  It was so very big inside me.  I nodded, wanting more

He pushed again and I felt it invade me completely.  So very thick inside me

I was so very close again

I wanted to cry out as he slid it back out of me.  Desperate to feel it inside me again but knowing I could not take the next size up.  I shook my head at him sorrowfully

“I could see you tried hard there.  Rest for a moment before our last couple of tasks”

I tried to slow my breathing as I lay there.  But he stepped back between my legs again, taking measurements of my stretched state – and flaming my arousal further

“Almost done” he reassured me as he unbuckled my ankles.  He helped me up from the bed.  “Please bend over fully with your legs slightly apart”

I did as instructed, again feeling incredibly exposed, but also aware of how wet my pussy was, my inner thighs slick with my juices

I sensed him moving behind me.  His hands moving over my arse cheeks and my exposed sex.  Opening me, measuring me.  I felt wild with need

Eventually, he helped me stand back up.  I could see his very obvious erection straining against his trousers

“Maybe I wasn’t the only one rather enjoying the examination Sir” I smirked, and I ran one finger along the bulge in his trousers

He smirked back at me.  “Well there is one more test we can do.  But I might leave this one out of my report for the Head Scientist”

He lifted me back onto the bed and strapped my legs back in place.  I watched hungrily as he undid his belt and unzipped his trousers

I liked the look of the final piece of measuring equipment!

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