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Breast Exam Story

23 Aug 2009

Author: Copyright 2005 Silky Delight

I think most women secretly hate their breasts. No matter how big or small, we seem to focus all our ill feelings on these delightful organs. Mine were always a sore point, and I always dressed conservatively to hide my smallish 36 Bs from everyone. My husband knew better than to pay much attention to them during our lovemaking -he knew I did not like him to pay attention to such unworthy boobs! I cringed anytime he touched them! Dave was always after me, telling it was just not normal and that he wanted me to be happy with my body and enjoy our lovemaking to the fullest. Finally one day, he had had it. He came home early and told me that we were going to see a special doctor. He had always been so good to me, and this was the one part of our lives that bothered us. I figured he was going to take me to a shrink….

The clinic looked like so many others – that clean-cut building with lots of glass and modern sculptures. Dave signed us in, and we sat down in the cool waiting room. Odd, but I didn’t notice any signs – my mind was working over what I was going to tell this doctor so that everyone would leave me alone. A uniformed nurse called our names a few minutes later and ushered us to a beautifully paneled office with a discrete exam table off to one side and a screen in one corner. Soft music, plush carpet and quiet lighting all forced me to relax. I knew we were just here to talk.

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The door opened a few minutes later, and two mid-30ish doctors entered the room. “Good afternoon, Dave. I see you finally got Linda to join you.” I looked over at Dave, surprised that these doctors knew who I was. “Good afternoon, Linda. I am Doctor Miller, and this is my colleague, Doctor Young. Dave has been coming to us for a while now, learning to deal with your embarrassment over your breasts, and reluctance to even have them touched. He has asked us to examine you to rule out any physical reasons for your lack of desire. Do you have any objections?”

I have to admit, they caught me off guard. I looked over at Dave and saw not only the pain in his eyes, but the desire, too. He had always been so careful to make sure that I enjoyed our sexual interludes. I knew this meant a lot to him, and steeled myself for this exam. I shook my head no, too embarrassed to say anything. “I want you to go behind that screen in the corner, and remove your blouse and pants but leave your bra and panties on. There is a gown hanging there for you. You will be much more comfortable if you put the opening to the front…”

I got up slowly, the blush deepening as I walked behind the screen, and followed the doctor’s orders. Sighing deeply, I put the gown on, and tied it tight. Grabbing the gown closed, I came back out into the room. Dr. Miller motioned me to the table, and had me sit on the edge. Dr. Young had his back to me, placing items on a tray from an open cabinet in front of him. My husband was settled into a chair next to the exam table where he could watch everything that happened. He smiled at me reassuringly as the second doctor covered the tray and wheeled it over to the foot of the exam table.

Without a word, Dr. Miller reached up and untied the top of the gown then paused. I was mortified, but made no moves to stop him. As the next tie was undone, he eased the gown from my shoulders and let it pool around my waist. I shivered as I now sat before these men in just my heavily padded bra. “Shoulders back now, and sit up tall,” he commanded softly. I straightened up, and blushed again. He turned on two lamps, flooding the area with warm light and leaving me nowhere to hide.

“Linda, from here on, it is very important that you work with us. We are going to check your breasts for any abnormalities first, then test your sensitivity to various stimuli. Now, I want you to put your clasp your hands behind your head… that’s it..” I closed my eyes and followed the directions of this soft-voiced doctor. I felt myself relaxing under his care. I had not heard a word from Doctor Young yet. His hands began probing under the band of my bra, lifting it gently, and feeling the depth of the padding. He squeezed my tits gently, trying to feel where the padding stopped and they started.

“OOOH!” I gasped as I felt the cold steel of the scissors slide up under the shoulder straps and snip. “Just hold still, Linda… we need to see if this bra is rubbing you wrong,” Doctor Miller said as he carefully peeled the straps back,

Looking for any binding or red spots. The blade then slid up between my breasts and snipped! My destroyed bra was gently removed and tossed into the trash. I wanted to cry as my tiny tits were exposed to the cool air of the room and the warm lights. “You really do have very lovely breasts, Linda, certainly nothing to be ashamed of. They have a very good shape, and the areolus is in perfect proportion to the breast itself. I see no signs of sagging yet. Dr. Young is going to get some measurements and take impressions for a cast of your breasts. Doctor, she is all yours.” His professional talk was oddly reassuring, even though he was discussing an intimate part of my body right in front of my husband! I wanted to die right there as the second doctor picked up a camera and took several pictures of me sitting there, arms behind my head, booblets thrust out as far as they could be.

Dr. Young put the camera down and stepped forward with an instrument that looked like calipers. He began to take a series of measurements on each breast – how big the mound was, how wide was the areolus, how high did the nipple stand out. Next, he smeared each breast with a cold gooey mixture and covered them with a soft rubber bowl containing more of the goo. He carefully peeled the mixture off after a couple of minutes and put them under a moist towel. With a nod of his head, he took the impressions into an adjacent room.

Doctor Miller placed one hand behind my back, and started to explore my right breast with his right hand, moving in a circular motion, softly humming in my ear. He moved to the left breast, and continued his exam quietly. “Time for you to lie down so that I can continue the standard exam, Linda,” he said smoothly as he guided me down onto the table and helped me swing my legs around. “Arms over your head, dear…” The fingers went back to their familiar circular probing. I began to relax just a little.

“Great, Linda. No obvious lumps or bumps. Now, let’s have you get into a kneeling position, and then on all fours,” he murmured as he guided me as he wanted me placed. My tiny tits pointed down at the top of the table, swaying slightly. His hand went to my shoulder again, with the other hand pulling my breast downward, stroking and squeezing gently. The motion reminded me of a cow being milked! He reached out a hand, and Dr. Young put something into it. He stopped his milking motion, and began to pull on my nipple.

“Dave, you might want to try this yourself… Here, get on the other side of her, and do just like I am doing.” I wanted to die right there! It wasn’t bad enough to have my breasts handled this way – now my husband was going to play with them! I moaned softly as both men pulled down on my nipples, stretching them out from my body. Suddenly, there was a strange pressure on the nipple being handled by the doctor.. something was almost pinching my nipple. It didn’t hurt, but a warm flush of excitement flowed through my body.

“Dr. Miller, I think she likes it!” my husband said excitedly. “May I try it?”

“Absolutely. Here, take a clamp, and pull down on her nipple. Then ease the clamp on and watch the glow of pleasure on her face.” My husband followed his instructions exactly. I now had two clamps on my tiny breasts, and it felt wonderful. With a wry smile, Dr. Miller added a weight to each one and then smiled as I moaned.

“Wonderful.. time for you to lie back, young lady, and let’s keep working on the sensory part of the exam.” I was helped to my feet, nipple clamps and weights in place. He reached out and twisted them gently, watching my face all the while. I was afraid to tell him that I actually felt something… something good. “Now, as this is a sensory exam, I am going to blindfold you so that you can’t anticipate what is going to happen. Are you okay with that, Linda?” I nodded my head. “Comfy?” I nodded again. “Dave, if you use clamps on your wife’s nipples, don’t let them stay too long. Usually 10 to 15 minutes is good. The rush of blood when you release the clamps can be quite intense, so be ready for it. Personally, I find that having the nipple sucked immediately does wonders, and very few women complain about it. If you are ready, I think we should release the first clamp now, Dave.”

I arched my back as my husband removed the clamp that Dr. Miller had placed on my nipple. Under the doctor’s quiet directions, Dave began sucking and nibbling on my tortured nipple, making me moan and squirm. I had never felt anything so delicious! The doctor had Dave play with my nipple between his fingers until all signs of redness were gone. The same thing was repeated on the other side. I heard whispering, then a hand reaching down between my legs, under the waistband of my panties. I was wet!

Some sort of gel was rubbed onto one breast, and I felt one of the men blowing on it… it got warm, enticingly warm. I felt the wetness between my legs increase. In unison, both of my nipples were pulled out from my chest and twisted gently. Then they were released, and rubbed gently. A soft sensation came next.. a feather? I moaned with delight, enjoying the sensations. The hand slid down into my panties again, and flicked my clit with a fingertip as it checked my wetness. I was so aroused that I almost jumped out of my skin. I just wanted to cum, and I think my husband knew it.

The table was lowered just a bit, and I heard the soft sounds of three zippers. My blindfold was removed at that point, and I saw three faces smiling down at me. They had my husband straddle my chest, and rub a fragrant lubricant all over my breasts. He then took his hands, and began squeezing my breasts in his hands from my chest on out, pausing to pull on my nipples, his cock laying between them. The doctors also had their cocks out, stroking them softly. Dave began rocking back and forth, holding onto my tits for support. The doctors moved in closer, then placed their growing cocks on my nipples (still in Dave’s hands) and rubbed them all around. The sensations were incredible…. being stroked by three cocks, having my breasts squeezed and held erect for the doctors. As their strokes picked up, my excitement level increased… I felt a hand on the outside of my panties stroking gently.. and then without warning… I arched my back… and moaned loudly as I came.. and came.. and came… Dave held me in place, and kept his rocking motion going. As he watched my orgasm, I felt his cock begin to dance. He arched his back, and flooded my face with his hot, sticky cum. That seemed to be a signal because Dr. Miller shot a huge load all over my tits and Dr. Young followed a few moments later.

Dave kept shuddering, dribbling his juice onto my chest now.. happily, he began to rub the combined juices of the men into my tits. The doctors helped him up, and passed him a warm towel. He cleaned my chest tenderly, almost sobbing his relief. “Do you feel better now, Linda?”

“Y-y-y-es, Doctor, I do.”

“Good. Now, Dave has a set of exercises to try with you this week. We want to see you back here a week from now. Does that sound like a plan?” I nodded my consent.

“Your first exercise is simple,” he said quietly as he leaned over me. He applied a suction-type device and slid a small flesh-colored o-ring onto each nipple. “You are to wear these until Dave removes them tonight. No bra. You are also to do your best to cooperate with him.” I looked down to see my little nipples standing proud. I had worn a fairly sheer blouse. Without a bra, I worried that my nipples would show, especially with them being held out so far. I blushed a deep red.

“Come on, Hon… get dressed. Let’s go out to dinner! I have a nice quiet table reserved for us… in a dark alcove at Le Maison…” How could I turn that down?

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