Chapter 2: Building Tension
Nurse Johnson continued her inspection of my clitoris, I feel her pokes and prods on my most sensitive spot. "I see a slight adhesion here." Nurse Johnson exclaimed.
I froze, tears brimming in my eyes. The thought of torture in this sterile examination room sent a wave of chills down my spine. I couldn't fathom the pain I was about to face.
"I'm afraid we'll have to use the retractor, Miss. I can see the resistance already forming on the tip of your clit." Nurse Johnson said with that all-too-familiar sternness.
She picked up a cold, metallic device from the tray next to her. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but my anxiety took hold of me, and I felt a tear run down my cheek.
Nurse Johnson, seemingly unfazed, began the procedure, and I braced myself for the inevitable pain. As she inserted the cold metal retractor into my clitoral hood, I could feel every inch of it sliding in. I winced and bit my lip, trying to stifle a scream. It was a dull, throbbing pain that I could feel reverberating across my whole body.
Nurse Johnson, with her demeanor as cold as the instruments she used, looked down at me with detachment.
"This will hurt, Miss." she warned.
The retractor pulled my clitoral hood back, stretching it beyond what felt natural. I let out a pained gasp as the sensation washed over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the edges of the bed with white knuckles.
Then came the scraping, a slow and agonizing process as the nurse used a metal tool to painfully scrape away the adhesions. I couldn't help but let out a series of whimpers and cries, tears streaming down my face.
The nurse seemed unfazed by my distress, continuing her work with a clinical precision. With each scrape, I could feel the adhesions tearing away from my clitoris, leaving a raw and sensitive spot in its place.
As the nurse finished her work, I felt a mix of relief and dread.
I knew the worst was over, but the pain still lingered, and I couldn't shake off the anxiety of the next inspection. I couldn't understand why this society punished us for something as natural as our sexuality.
Without warning, Nurse Johnson reached for a tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers. My breath hitched as she began exploring my entrance, as if testing my readiness for what was about to come.
I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny the heat building up in my core. Nurse Johnson's touch, though professional, sent waves of pleasure through me.
"The inspection is complete, Miss," Nurse Johnson finally announced, pulling away from me and leaving me feeling strangely bereft.
"Thank you," I murmured, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to collect myself.
Nurse Johnson went on to explain the results of the inspection, but I could barely concentrate, my mind still lingering on the sensations that she had awakened in me.
I couldn't understand why I was feeling this way, but I couldn't ignore it either. The nurse had ignited something in me that I never knew existed.