WARNING!!! The following story contains bondage, domination, and extremely adult sexual situations. If this isn't the kind of thing you're interested in, for heavens sake DON'T READ IT!!! You should be OVER 21 YEARS OF AGE to read this, as it is intended for adults only.
This story is written as satirical fiction for entertainment purposes only, and is not intended to gather monetary recompense in ANY WAY, SHAPE, or FORM...it is freely offered for interested readers only.
The original creations of Kitty Pryde, Shadowcat, Sinister, Emma Frost, White Queen, Polaris, Karma, Jean Grey, Wolfsbane, Rogue, Storm, and the X-men are copyrighted by Marvel Comics.
More than any other story I've submitted so far, this leans into hosiery fetishism, so if that's not your thing, try one of my other stories!
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Kitty Pryde: A Clinical Fetish, pt. 1
Mr. Sinister stood before his monitors, chin in hand, contemplating. For a system as stacked with flatscreens, CRTs and array as his was, a puzzling amount of shadow still draped the chamber in which he did his experiments.
"Which of them?" he muttered, at first to himself, then -after spinning to regard the White Queen- again to her: "Which?"
Emma Frost was not wearing her customary corset and thigh-boot ensemble, opting instead for the sleek white skirt suit, lace stockings and pearl stilletos that had become her uniform since taking over the Middlesex University of Massachusetts. While the school served as a front for Sinister's operations, a toy bin of sorts from which he'd bargained for the right to pluck mutants of interest, Emma effectively maintained the facade of a legitimate college.
Emma's response was immediate...and personal. "Storm," she said flatly. "Or Jean Grey." She lounged a bit, trying to give the appearance of boredom when she was in fact thoroughly invested.
"No, Headmistress," Sinister smirked. "Ms. Grey is well-trodden ground where my experiements with mutant breeding are concerned. And Storm, as the X-men's leader, is too high profile." He turned a knob on his console, and a series of eligible candidates flashed on the screen. "We need a lost lamb," he insisted. "A fertile, younger woman, obviously; we're not going for Destiny here. But also someone not necessarily invested in superheroics at the moment."
The images flashed before the two villains, each appealing to their specific interests. For Sinister: genetic purity. For Emma: licentious entertainment value...sexual sport.
Wolfsbane: no.
Rogue: absolutely not.
Karma: no.
Suddenly the perfect woman flashed on the screen, and Sinister and Emma locked eyes at once. Emma spoke first, anticipating Sinister's questions: "21 years old, likely still a virgin, susceptible to telepathic manipulation...And best of all, she's no longer with the X-men AND wants to go to college. There will be no complications."
Sinister's black lips curled in a smile. "Do you think your telepathy up to the task of masking your true identity? After all, you and she have tangled before, have you not?"
Emma smiled. "That was years ago, Sinister; she was a teen. Now, however, she is a young woman. She will have...needs. And that is fortified ground for the White Queen's particular brand of influence."
Sinister deliberated quickly, but decided in the affirmative quickly. It was almost too perfect. "She's the one then. Enroll her, give her time to feel comfortable, but ensure that she never feels 'normal.' I want her in your clinic voluntarily. What you do to her there, however, is entirely up to you."
Emma nodded, but barely registered Sinister's directions. She was watching the monitor, the young woman captured in video wearing the blue hoodie and sky-blue tights from her days with Excalibur, vaulting and running, her ripe breasts obviously sizable under the baggy top, her long brown hair flowing.
No, the White Queen didn't need Sinister's instructions with this one; she knew already how to pluck ripe young fruit like Kitty Pryde.
The polished glass doors of the campus clinic slid open with a hiss, pulling apart to reveal a sterile haven sheltered from the noisy, curious world outside. A heavy scent of disinfectant drifted through the air, swirling around Kitty Pryde -once called Shadowcat but now deliberately just "Kitty- as she passed into a setting she'd only engaged with reluctantly.
Her heartbeat quickened at the threshold of the clinic, the rhythm mirroring the steady pulse of anticipation coursing through her. As usual, she was late for her appointment, a state made clearer by her wardrobe: Having just left dance class, the white button-up she wore barely covered her sports bra and did nothing at all to cover her sky blue tights, navy tutu, and ballet flats.
Kitty, a demure 21-year-old beauty, stepped cautiously into the clinical labyrinth that promised answers for questions she scarcely dared voice. Her long, dark brown tresses cascaded around her shoulders, curling softly at the tips, and her piercing brown eyes spoke of an innocence that persisted despite the unique challenges her life as an X-man had thrown at her.
Now where is that front desk? she thought. The clinic seemed disproportionately large relative to the small private university that had been her new home for the semester. She decided to pick a direction at random and just start walking, hoping someone would help her.
Each movement of her ballet flats slapped in a rhythm that harmonized with the ticking of the clinic's wall clock, the sound growing louder with every passing second. Despite being far from normal streetwear, every article of her ensemble - her old costume's tights excluded, as they were well broken in and highly comfortable- whispered of the nondescript lifestyle she had chosen. Even in her dancewear, anyone seeing her would see only a harried student, not the superheroine Kitty had been. And this was important to her.
I'm just a normal student, here to check a...condition Kitty thought she finally spotted an important looking desk nurse. Nothing to do with who I used to be at all.
Under the softly glowing lights of the clinic's reception area, stepped to the desk. Sleek, muted greys and whites dominated the visual landscape, acting as a soothing balm for the anxious young woman.
As she opened her mouth to speak to the receptionist, however, the words caught in her throat, her mind flooded by what she felt were the inquisitive stares of numerous other patients seated nearby. She glanced briefly at the other patrons, examining the way their eyes seemed both intrigued and disapproving as they raked over her skintight attire. A faint blush brightened the pale hue of her skin as she silently acknowledged the impact of her ruffled appearance.
Shaking her head, Kitty stood up straight, choking down her nerves and resolving to engage with the reception nurse, even through this sudden influx of self-consciousness.
"Name?" The receptionist's clipped tone snapped Kitty from her introspection, her ears burning with embarrassment at the indifferent note that underpinned the woman's voice.
"Kitty Pryde," she murmured softly, her own voice tinged with a heavy cadence of unusual shyness. "I have an appointment with Dr. Marion today. I'm here for an examination."
The receptionist's fingers danced across the keyboard, a cascading melody that summoned Kitty's medical records into existence. With a brusque nod, she turned toward a side hallway, motioning for Kitty to follow.
As they moved through the clinic's sterile confines, the sight of the pristine environment piqued Kitty's interest. Sleek, polished surfaces shimmered beneath the bright fluorescent lights, punctuated by banks of equipment that hummed softly with the promise of life-saving technology.
Kitty's tights whispered on her thighs as she hurried to keep up. She felt out of place among the impersonal machines that crowded the hallway. The receptionist's high heels clicked authoritatively against the cold tile floor, and Kitty could not help but notice how the woman's sheer stockings seemed to shimmer a bit as she moved.
The receptionist opened a door to an examination room, gesturing for Kitty to enter. As she did so, Kitty awkwardly tried to say something nice: "I like your, um, stockings. What brand are th-" The receptionist left without saying a word, disappearing behind a nondescript door that read 'Staff Only.'
Feeling foolish, Kitty sat on a chair, crossed her legs girlishly, and waited. Her heart raced as she heard footsteps echoing in the hallway, coming closer to the door.
Moments later, a new nurse entered the room, her heels clicking on the cold marble floor. For the briefest of moments, she looked so familiar that Kitty did a double-take. Tall, blonde hair, curves for days, a wintery complexion...but no. It was not Emma Frost. Kitty shook her head. That would have been impossible.
But of course, it was Emma Frost, the White Queen herself. That Kitty could not see it meant that Emma's slow, deliberate methods had worked.
For months after Kitty enrolled at Middlesex University, Emma had telepathically preyed on her each night, wearing down her defenses in every area: susceptibility to suggestion, vulnerability to illusion, enhanced sense of isolation and anxiety...and best of all, heightened libido. It had been far easier than she'd hoped; Kitty's decision to the leave the X-men behind her for awhile had made her less vigilant, weaker. It was as though when she had decided not to be a hero, she became a victim.
Moreover, Emma had found -during her many years of sexual exploitation- that the guise of a nurse was supremely useful: compassionate when necessary, hyper-sexualized when possible, and a subtle blend of the two all other times. The great irony was that she had broken far more victims in the role of a caregiver than as a domme.
"Hello...Kitty, is it? My name is Nurse Lisa." She smiled, fully adopting the role.
Kitty felt foolish, had felt that way a lot lately. Attempting a recovery, she smiled sheepishly up at the nurse. She appeared friendly, sporting a traditional white nurse's uniform. Kitty studied the other woman's ensemble, her eyes resting a little too long on the nurse's sheer, thigh-high stockings. Kitty hadn't thought nurses wore such outfits any longer. Perhaps it was a clinic-specific requirement.
Nurse Lisa's high heels clicked rhythmically across the floor as she moved around, opening cabinets and arranging materials. As the nurse made brief smalltalk, Kitty tried to pay attention. But realistically, she kept looking at those stockings, such a feminine, glossy pearl color; they hugged every curve of her legs as if they'd been painted on, the seams running down their backs like the straight lines of a ruled page. Kitty swallowed as a sudden rush of warmth surged through her, and she glanced away self-consciously. The prevalence of such feelings, Kitty knew, was partly why she was in the clinic today, though she though it'd be better not to make her healthcare worker the catalyst for her concerns.
But the nurse appeared unaware of Kitty's admiration and continued her task, asking her to confirm her personal information and previous medical history.
As Kitty answered, she took in her surroundings. The sterile examination room stood stark against the picturesque view of verdant gardens and towering treetops that framed the large window to Kitty's left.
Lisa's pristine white smock fluttered gently around her slender figure, the crisp material clinging softly to her curves. As she stepped closer to Kitty, the tantalizing scent of her perfume followed her. Despite her quickening pulse, Kitty noted that the nurse carried an aura of calm, a protective layer that disarmed Kitty. A delicate shiver ran down her spine as she realized she couldn't help but feel comfortable around Nurse Lisa.
"Please, Kitty," Lisa invited softly, her warm hands gesturing to the cool, paper-covered examination table, "Take a seat on the table. Before we undress you and begin the examination, why don't you tell me what brought you in today?" she asked softly.
Kitty swallowed hard as she revealed her concern, her cheeks tinted with an embarrassed hue. "I-I'm just going to say it. I've noticed that I've been experiencing an excessive amount of, um, wetness lately when I'm aroused or even when I'm just thinking about...and, well...I didn't know if that's normal."
"Lisa" nodded, her compassionate eyes locked on Kitty's as she offered her a gentle smile. "That's perfectly okay, Kitty. It's essential to discuss any changes in your body or feelings you're experiencing." She placed her hand reassuringly on Kitty's knee; it felt warm through her tights.
"In your case, Kitty, I'd like to examine the circumstances surrounding your concerns. Are you currently sexually active or do you have any romantic partners?" Nurse Lisa delved into the conversation with practiced ease, her voice a low, melodious purr that seemed to soothe Kitty's nervousness.
Kitty shook her head hesitantly, her fingers fiddling nervously with the edge of the paper bedsheet. "No, I've never been intimate with anyone before. There have been...boys. But I went to strict Yeshiva school as a girl, and we were always told to wait until marriage. And after that, I went to...well, another school. But no, there was no sex there either."
Perfect Emma thought. Though a loss of virginity wouldn't be a deal-breaker for Sinister, it had disrupted the "purity" of some of his subjects before. As Lisa, Emma nodded, her eyes reflecting an empathetic understanding. She must keep this going.
"It's completely common to have questions about your body and sexuality, especially if you've never had a partner or been exposed to comprehensive education on these matters. Let's discuss your concerns in greater detail, shall we?" she suggested, pulling out a lime green stool and perching on it with casual grace, placing one perfectly manicured foot beneath herself, diagonal to the examination table.
Kitty could hardly tear her eyes away from Lisa's nyloned leg, smooth and immaculate, the material sparkling under the sterile glory of the examination room's fluorescent lighting. Each time "Lisa" leaned forward to question Kitty, her supporting knee rose slightly, showing ever so slightly the lacy top of her stocking. Kitty's breath hitched, feeling the heat gathering low in her body, her thighs grinding together involuntarily.
"What stimuli seems to get you wet in your vaginal region, Kitty?" Lisa inquired, her voice still smooth and comforting, despite the intensity of the topic.
Kitty hesitated, forcing herself to be honest and candid. "It used to be reading romantic phrases in books or watching love scenes in movies. But lately, more often it's dreams. And then there are… certain images and scenarios that pop up in my mind even while I'm awake that make me feel aroused."
Lisa nodded, her eyes reflecting an intrigued glint. "It's important to gain a better understanding of your body and its responses. What other elements peak your arousal?" she questioned, her discernible gaze lingering on Kitty's tautened frame.
Kitty hesitated a moment, unsure if she should divulge such a private detail, but the genuine concern in Nurse Lisa's eyes compelled her to confess. "Costumes, I...guess?," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "See, I'm a dancer...I have been for years. And sometimes, when certain people wear clothes...tights or stockings or, um, that sort of thing...I- I find it really attractive. Or if I imagine them dressed in a particular way, it can spark an intense physical...response."
"Nurse Lisa" nodded intently, her eyes never leaving Kitty's. "Inclinations like these are not uncommon, Kitty. Form fitting clothing...especially of soft or silky textures, can be very sexual." She smiled and squeezed Kitty's knee, rubbing her thumb gently over her kneecap comfortingly. "Look at what you're wearing, for instance. A transparent tutu, soft tights...entire industries rely on these sorts of feelings." Emma took a moment's pause to give Kitty the slightest of telepathic pushes; it would barely be necessary, she knew. The girl was coming along beautifully already. "It's essential to embrace your desires and let them flourish," "Nurse Lisa" continued in a soft, encouraging tone.
Kitty's wide brown eyes grew softer as she took Lisa's words to heart, their implications sinking in and settling within her like a cozy hug.
"So," she began, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, "you're saying my feelings are normal?" She hadn't been normal in so long. It would be a huge comfort.
Lisa nodded warmly, reaching out with her other hand tentatively to pat Kitty's abdomen, the lace mesh of her tutu rasping softly.
The unexpected touch sent a jolt of pleasure racing through Kitty, her nerves tingling from the gentle contact.
"Yes, our desires are something to be cherished and explored in a safe and healthy manner, Kitty. Just because something is not widely spoken about doesn't necessarily mean it's wrong or shouldn't be acknowledged," Lisa explained delicately, keeping her gaze fixed on Kitty's face, allowing the young woman to process this permissive perspective.
A heavy silence descended upon the examination room as Kitty allowed Lisa's words to resonate through her. "But," Lisa said, standing briskly, "you came here for an examination, didn't you? Let's get that underway, shall we?" Nurse Lisa asked as she tenderly helped Kitty off of the examination table and onto her feet. "I'm going to start by undressing you and taking a couple of measurements, just like we would with any other type of general physical examination. Is it okay if I unbutton your top?" Lisa asked, her fingers pausing just above the first button of Kitty's white blouse.
Kitty, holding her breath, simply nodded her head in agreement. Her heart raced in her chest at the thought of having someone else, especially Nurse Lisa, help her with her clothes. It was both unnervingly intimate and exhilarating at the same time.
The material parted on either side, baring the thin, spandex cups of Kitty's matching sports bra, which Kitty was embarrassed to admit was a size too small, her breasts clearly, tantalizingly visible peeking from around the elastic of her garment.
Kitty's cheeks flushed with warmth, instinctively bringing her hands up to cross over her chest, shielding it from Nurse Lisa's knowing gaze.
Lisa gently grasped Kitty's wrists and lowered them back down to her sides. "There is no need to feel embarrassed, Kitty.I am here to ensure your well-being, and that includes taking care of your mental and emotional comfort. You're a lovely, blossoming young woman, and you deserve to understand how your body reacts to certain situations and stimuli."
Emma was pleased to see that her carefully chosen words seemed to dissolve Kitty's embarrassment ever so slightly. She'd had subjects balk at the "undressing" phase of the examination before, but the time she'd taken to make Kitty susceptible was definitely paying off.
She continued to work Kitty's blouse, and Kitty positioned herself so that Lisa could pull it off her shoulders, leaving Kitty in only her navy blue bra from the waist up.
"Before we take off your tutu and tights, we need to see how you've blossomed in your chest region. Have you been to a doctor's appointment since your breasts developed like this?" Lisa asked, nodding at Kitty's large, round bosom.
Kitty bit her lip, her nervousness peeking through as she shivered slightly. "No, I haven't seen a doctor since my breasts developed," she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. It had been years she realized. But there had always been some emergency, some impending disaster that put off her self-care. Besides, who would she have asked? Beast? Forge?
Nurse Lisa smiled, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "Well," she began, her gentle touch guiding Kitty as she stepped away and walked over to a large cabinet adorned with glass doors that housed various medical instruments and tools. "We should start with taking some measurements."
She pulled out a soft measuring tape, and told Kitty, "I'm going to take off your pretty brasserie now, Kitty. Your nipples may stiffen, and that's natural."
As if on cue, two sensitive buds puckered beneath the flimsy fabric of Kitty's sports bra. Lisa smiled, her eyes twinkling with admiration as reached around behind Kitty and, with ease, gently unfastened Kitty's clasp and let the garment fall away. "There we go," she praised, supporting Kitty's heavy breasts with her warm hands, "that's much better."
Standing before her, Lisa took her time carefully measuring Kitty's chest and underbust circumference, jotting down the numbers in her medical chart.
Kitty's chest heaved slightly, a mixture of modesty and anxiety flooding through her, as the soft cotton material of Lisa's smock grazed tantalizingly against her sensitive nipples. The experienced nurse paid close attention to her task, ensuring that she was thorough and precise. "Your nipples are stiff, Kitty," Lisa smiled endearingly. "Try to take a breath and calm down. I'll need to touch your areolae, and I don't want to overstimulate you." Kitty's pulse quickened, and her nervousness was evident as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her body felt extra sensitive, and every touch from Nurse Lisa, which was supposed to be clinical, was starting to build an overwhelming warmth within her.
"Alright, I'll do my best," Kitty whispered softly.
The contrast of Lisa's cool fingers on Kitty's puckered nipples was electrifying, sending a shiver down Kitty's spine and igniting a tingling sensation that trickled all the way down to her inner thighs. Lisa moved her hands away, giving Kitty a moment to collect herself as she carefully noted the size and shape of Kitty's areolae.
"Your breasts," Lisa offered, giving Kitty an approving gaze, "look healthy. There's no sagging or any abnormal lumps to speak of. I know you're not sexually active, so this will be a bit of a new sensation, but I'll need to flick your nipples."
Kitty's breath hitched, and she couldn't help but blush even more profoundly. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Nurse Lisa's eyes twinkled, the corners of her lips curling into a soft smile. "It's a method of checking the blood flow in your nipples. It won't hurt, I promise," she reassured Kitty, gently stroking her arm.
Kitty took a few deep breaths, nodding her understanding.
The anticipation of Nurse Lisa's touch made her heart race with exhilaration and apprehension. She watched closely as Lisa positioned her hands, a few inches away from her hardened nipples.
The nursing professional looked at Kitty warmly before gently flicking the taut buds with her fingertips, causing Kitty to gasp and shiver uncontrollably. Electricity surged through her veins, pooling low in her stomach, making her insides feel like molten lava.
Lisa flicked her nipples once more, and the throbbing sensations radiated throughout Kitty's entire body, sending her over the edge into a wave of exquisite pleasure. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her legs shuddered ever so slightly. She stumbled backwards a step, and her naked back's contact with the cold, sterile examination table nearly robbed her of the strength in her limbs.
Nurse Lisa held Kitty's eyes, offering her a meaningful nod before releasing her breast and moving on to examine the rest of her body. "That was just a brief stimulation, Kitty.Don't worry too much about it." Lisa reassured gently. "It's completely normal for your body to respond in such a way. I'm going to examine your chest again to ensure there are no abnormalities. Can you relax for me?"
Kitty hesitated, the throbbing sensations in her chest were still intense. But she closed her eyes and nodded, praying that she wouldn't shudder or make another sound as Lisa examined her once more.
Nurse Lisa was meticulous and professional, probing Kitty's areola with delicate precision and inspecting the skin surrounding it. She noted the color, texture, temperature, and blood flow, making detailed observations in Kitty's medical record.
When she was finished, she sighed, easing back, "That's enough of your breasts for now, Kitty. I'm confident that they are perfectly healthy. It's time to examine your core. Slip out of those ballet flats, please, and then turn around so I may take off your tutu." Nurse Lisa requested, her voice still gentle, yet firm.
Kitty hesitated before stepping out of her shoes, revealing the reinforced toes of her blue tights. Lisa approached her slowly, allowing Kitty to maintain her fragile dignity, albeit a little less capably. "Those are very cute tights," she nodded to Kitty's stocking feet.
Kitty flushed as she turned round to face the examining table. She began to feel again like her eye-drawing blue hosiery was an inappropriate selection for such an intimate doctor's appointment. Still, as she reached to reach for the waistband of her tutu, Lisa placed a hand on Kitty's own to stop her. "No," Lisa said. "Let me. It's the nurse's job to undress the patients." Lisa's words were comforting, and Kitty, in her current state, felt they gave permission to release a sigh of relief. Lisa smiled, her eyes never leaving Kitty's as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tulle skirt and slowly pulled it down over Kitty's hips.
Kitty's face burned as she stepped out of the garment, now standing in front of Nurse Lisa in just her sly blue tights and matching lace briefs. Without shoes, blouse or bra, she suddenly felt very vulnerable to this attractive, fully dressed woman.
Lisa took a step back to admire Kitty, her appreciative eyes lingering on the darker blue control top near Kitty's pelvis. "So cute," she repeated. "Do they feel nice on your legs?" she asked, her fingers gently tracing the woven texture above Kitty's knee.
The sensation sent a tremor down Kitty's spine, making her shiver again. "Yes," she replied breathlessly, her gaze drifting towards the open window where the sun glistened through a treetop, dappling the room in warm golden light. "I've had them forever...I used to wear them with my costume -ahem...I mean, my dance costumes."
Emma smiled brightly. This was going so well. Perhaps a step further? "Well, let me help you feel even more comfortable," she said. "I can massage your legs before the examination continues."
Kitty's heartbeat skyrocketed at Nurse Lisa's proposal. This felt wrong. But a voice sounded inside her head: It's not wrong if you want it. "Is-is that something you do for patients?" Kitty asked, her voice barely audible as her heart thumped in her chest.
Lisa let out a playful chuckle, placing her hands on Kitty's hips to turn her around, moving her towards the table again. "Only for special cases like yours, where it's important to put the patient at ease and create an environment that encourages self-exploration and learning."
'Now lie back down on the examining table, your legs slightly raised.' Lisa instructed gently, 'That way I can better access to the areas I need to inspect.'
Kitty followed the Nurse's direction, her body trembling with anticipation. She couldn't help but feel mixed emotions as she rested back on the cold metallic surface. Vulnerability, excitement, and just a splash of fear coalesced into a tight ball in her throat.
"Draw your legs up to your chest, Kitty. And again, don't worry: we won't take off these cute little tights and proceed with the examination until you tell me you're ready. It can be very intimidating for a young woman to show her bare vagina, even to a trained professional." Nurse Lisa stepped closer to Kitty, kneeling before her and gently stroking the soft tights enwrapping her feet, her fingers trailing up Kitty's calves. The heat that spread throughout Kitty's body was both tantalizing and terrifying.
"But what can I say?" Nurse Lisa whispered seductively, her emerald green eyes meeting Kitty's fiery brown ones. "If it makes you feel more comfortable, I'm be more than happy to help you relax," Lisa whispered, her fingers absently kneading Kitty's knees, as if teasing the surface of her soul.
Kitty could only nod in agreement. The thought of Nurse Lisa touching her in such a familiar way was incredibly overwhelming. I've fought sentinels she thought, trying to gain control. But that experience was nothing on this one; the nerves and neurons were completely distinct, and -thanks to Emma- her ability to deal with this stimuli was effectively hobbled.
Lisa began to gently knead Kitty's feet, her thumbs expertly pressing into the arch, releasing knots that Kitty didn't even realize she had. She couldn't help but emit a soft sigh, her body surrendering to the sensation of Lisa's skilled touch.
"I'm going to massage your calves now, Kitty," Lisa murmured softly, and Kitty nodded again, her eyes fluttering shut as the world around her faded into a blur.
Nurse Lisa continued to massage her legs with a tender, firm grip, kneading the tension from Kitty's muscles with every stroke. The warmth of her hands penetrated the tights, reaching the soft skin beneath and bringing with it an unexpected rush of pleasure.
Kitty moaned, biting her lip in embarrassment as Lisa's fingers moved higher and higher up her calves. The skilled nurse seemed to know exactly where to press; it was a relief that was unparalleled, and Kitty felt herself giving in to the feeling of relaxation and pure, untarnished comfort.
"Does that feel good?" Lisa asked, her voice soft as she glanced up at Kitty.
"Yes," Kitty murmured. She couldn't seem to find the words – she could only surrender to the feeling Lisa's touch brought about. She had never been touched like this before. Colossus's touches had been had been so awkward...and Wisdom's increasingly unwelcome as Kitty's tastes had begun to gravitate towards girls.
The intimacy and safety of the exam room, combined with Nurse Lisa's skilled and nurturing touch, made her feel things she never could have imagined. Her toes curled as Nurse Lisa rubbed her calves, and a familiar warmth crept up Kitty's legs. As Nurse Lisa tenderly trailed her hands up Kitty's thighs, pausing just before she reached the hem of her tights, a wave of excitement washed over Kitty.
As her fingers continued to pull the tension from Kitty's stockinged feet and legs, Lisa commented softly, "Oh, Kitty. Your nipples have peaked again." Kitty blushed a deep shade of crimson, unable to keep her gaze from darting between Nurse Lisa's hands and face.
"It's a completely natural response, darling," Lisa said softly, her warm smile setting Kitty at ease. "I don't mind at all; I think it's rather sweet." She chuckled gently, her breath hot against Kitty's now heated flesh.
The nurse paused in her kneading, raising herself up from her kneeling position. "But I need to know, for examination purposes, young lady: Are you feeling sexually aroused?" Nurse Lisa questioned, with an arched eyebrow and a sly grin that caught Kitty completely off guard.
"W-well... Yes," Kitty stammered, her heart racing, and her cheeks flushed a deep red.
Nurse Lisa chuckled, patting Kitty's thighs softy, with clear appreciation of the young woman's admission. "Good. It's a natural response for you to feel this way, given our current situation," she reassured Kitty. "Now, let's continue with your examination. Her hands lingered just a moment longer on Kitty's thighs before slowly moving to the edge of the tights.
"Remember, this is part of the examination process to understand your arousal better, and there's nothing to be ashamed of," Lisa reassured Kitty, offering her a gentle smile. "Now stand up for me, and bend over the examining table slightly."
Kitty stood up and obeyed her command. "First I'll need to inspect your hosiery," Lisa clarified, her eyes glittering with a mix of curiosity and admiration. Kitty blushed, biting her lower lip, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. She felt unbelievably vulnerable as Lisa ran a delicate hand over the seamless texture and lacy gusset.
Lisa stroked them with an admiring look on her face, allowing her finger to trace a line down to the juncture where Kitty's tights ended and her lacy briefs began. Kitty found herself shivering with anticipation as Nurse Lisa continued to explore her pelvis.
"If you're wondering what I'm doing, Kitty, I'm checking your garment for discharge. That is originally why you came to us here, isn't it?" Nurse Lisa asked, her thumb grazing Kitty tantalizingly close to her core.
"Yes," Kitty admitted, her eyes drifting closed as Lisa's fingers lingered against her most sensitive parts. "I don't feel normal, I haven't since I came to this school...but I don't know why," she stammered, her voice quivering slightly.
Lisa nodded sympathetically, her gaze locked on Kitty's expression. I do, sweetness she thought.
"It's not uncommon to have your mind filled with questions since you've become a woman, especially if this is all new to you. But let me try and make you feel more relaxed."
Nurse Lisa gently palmed Kitty's taint, causing her to gasp, then continued, "As I'm sure you are aware, there will be certain discharge patterns through the day. This is entirely normal, especially during periods of arousal and is nothing to worry about." With that, Lisa lowered her gaze down to Kitty's tights.
She rolled the waistband gently between her fingers, feeling the soft, supple material ripple as it contracted and flexed slightly.
"You said you wear these often?" Lisa questioned, her voice almost a whisper. Kitty nodded sheepishly, unable to tear her gaze away from the proceedings.
"These are my favorites," she murmured. "They feel amazing on, and they're incredibly comfortable."
Lisa smiled warmly, her fingers still holding Kitty's tights. "I can tell that you've creamed in these tights before. Haven't you, sweetie?" Lisa asked gently, refusing to avert her gaze from Kitty's face. "It's quite alright to acknowledge something like this. Remember, there's no judgment here."
Kitty hesitated for a moment, her cheeks hot and flushed with embarrassment. After a long pause, she gave a meek, almost imperceptible nod of her head.
Lisa smiled at Kitty tenderly. "Thank you for being honest with me, Kitty. I can tell that you take good care of these, but I can see that occasionally, you have wet them. There's a faint hint of a creamy splash pattern on the gusset. " Lisa remarked delicately. "Many women, especially when experiencing rapid changes and heightened sexuality like your own, find comfort in familiar clothing. I find it charming."
Kitty nervously chewed at her lower lip, appreciating Lisa's kind words.
Lisa gently patted Kitty's stockinged leg as if silently encouraging her. "I'd like permission to stroke the gusset of your tights, Kitty. Purely for medical purposes, of course. I'm noticing a strong aroma, and I want to see how much discharge you've produced."
Kitty hesitated, swallowing hard as she considered Nurse Lisa's request. "Is that really necessary?" she asked softly. She couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, her body buzzing with anticipation.
Lisa nodded reassuringly. "It is, my dear. I need to make sure that your hosiery isn't harboring any unwanted bacteria." Carefully, Emma calculated before continuing. She didn't want to push too far. "Now, you may feel a bit anxious, but I'm here for you every step of the way.
Kitty hesitated but then finally nodded, her cheeks flushing even redder. Victorious, Emma lifted Kitty's right leg and began gently rubbing the gusset of her tights between her thumb and forefinger.
Kitty gave a slight moan as feelings she had never experienced surged through her body. The tingling warmth between her legs was almost unbearable, and she involuntarily gripped the edge of the examination table, trying to maintain her composure.
Lisa gently stroked the gusset of Kitty's hose, rubbing first her fingertips and then her thumb over and over it with varying degrees of pressure. "Don't be embarrassed, Kitty. Though I assure you that this is a clinical exercise, I understand it can feel very intimate. You may moan if you wish; it won't bother me." Lisa encouraged her by offering a gentle smile.
Despite her embarrassment, Kitty couldn't deny the arousing sensations coursing through her body, and she let out a soft moan, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. Lisa's thumb stroking Kitty's gusset was electric. With each glide over her tights, a shockwave spread from Kitty's core, inching its way up her spine and making her tremble with a strange mix of fear and pleasure.
Lisa's thumb stroked the silky material over Kitty's underneath layer, satisfying her curiosity while giving the unsuspecting young woman a thrill she had never felt before.
"You have quite a lot of discharge, Kitty," Lisa noted, her tone calm yet conspiratorial. "That's perfectly normal, considering the amount of arousal you've been experiencing recently. Does it bother you?" Lisa asked, raising an eyebrow with knowing curiosity while maintaining a professional façade.
Kitty hesitated, then asked, "Well...I- I guess that depends. How much is there?" Kitty asked, blinking her eyes open to meet Lisa's gaze. Lisa smiled, and a twinkle in her eye suggested curiosity rather than concern.
"There seems to be quite a bit," Lisa admitted, spreading Kitty's legs apart slightly. "This is, indeed, a lot of discharge... but it's quite normal for someone in your unique situation. As I said earlier, experiencing heightened arousal can lead to various surprising reactions in the body, including the excess production of bodily fluids. This amount is, without a doubt, very impressive. It says a lot about your fertility," Lisa reassured Kitty, whose curiosity was now blossoming into a rosy shade of embarrassed excitement.
"It's best if you consider it your body's way of preparing itself to have something large inserted in your vagina. Given how much wetness I found down there, your body clearly expects an insertion." Nurse Lisa added, looking deeply into Kitty's eyes, her voice holding a tinge of arousal. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, my dear; everyone has needs." she whispered, her hand caressing Kitty's stockinged calf. Kitty felt her breath catch in her throat at the feel of this experienced woman's touch. She gripped the exam table tightly, her whole body straining with anticipation.
"Now, I must examine you internally, but I will use lubricant to make this as painless as possible," Lisa announced. "And there's no need to be nervous; I'll be as gentle as I can be."
Kitty's heart raced as Lisa, still holding her stockinged leg, moved closer. Lisa helped Kitty lie back down on the table and expertly positioned Kitty's legs so they were spread wide enough for Lisa to enter. "Kitty, because they comfort you, I am going to leave these tights on you, but I have to roll them down to mid-thigh in order to access you. Is that okay?" Nurse Lisa asked with a smile. Kitty's heart pounded so hard she felt she could hardly manage a nod in response, but she knew that was what she wanted – the idea of Nurse Lisa adjusting her hosiery filled her stomach with butterflies.
"Good girl." Gently, Lisa rolled down Kitty's tights to just above her knees, and the soft fabric clung to her legs just enough to remind her she wasn't completely bare. Lisa then gently gripped her ankles, spreading her legs as widely as the binding waistband of her tights would allow.
It was only then that Kitty understood how wet she was. The sight of her glistening hosiery and briefs now visible around her knees was telltale sign of her arousal, looking as though someone had poured a pint of milk onto her gusset. Nurse Lisa noticed her visible distress and spoke softly, "You're not alone, Kitty. Many young women experience this mixture of excitement and fear when they come here. The ministrations associated with exploring a young woman's body can often promote intense arousal. You saw this today as I innocently flicked your nipples and massaged your crotch. Remember?" she whispered, locking eyes with Kitty and stroking her thighs soothingly. "It's perfectly natural, and it might be intriguing to discover what happens if we continue to explore these responses of the body."
Kitty felt a flood of heat at Lisa's words. She swallowed hard, nodding in silent agreement. She now felt like a passenger in her own body. She couldn't imagine telling Lisa "no" about anything at this point.
A small sigh escaped her as she relaxed further under Lisa's guidance.
Kitty could feel the cool tip of a tool pressed against her, and a jolt of anticipation shot through her body. "Relax, Kitty," Lisa cooed, her touch warm and calming as she began to carefully insert the device. "This is called a speculum, and it's rather long." The lubricant eased the way, and Kitty tried to focus on her breathing, willing her muscles to accommodate the invasion.
As the instrument delved deeper, Kitty felt a strange mixture of fear and pleasure coursing through her veins. Lisa's expert hands guided her through the process, and Kitty was grateful for her patience and understanding.
When the tool finally emerged, Lisa placed it down and picked up a small jar of lubricant. "We're going to take things a little further now, Kitty," she said, her voice steady and confident. "Are you ready for that?"
Kitty nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Yes, I'm ready." She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Emma looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty, but Kitty seemed determined. Excellent.
Lisa applied the lubricant to the tip of her index and middle finger and gently massaged it around the rim of Kitty's entrance. "Relax, my dear. This is an essential part of the examination, although it might be a bit uncomfortable." Lisa whispered warmly as she pressed her lubricated fingertips against Kitty's opening. "Just breathe and focus on the feelings that arise. Inhale and exhale deeply, allowing your body to open to my touch."
Kitty did as she was told, trying to center herself and focus on the sensations surging through her. Lisa's warm, slick fingers slowly began to penetrate her, and Kitty bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as she let her body adjust to this new experience.
"Alright, Kitty," Lisa whispered softly, "now, let me gently massage the area around your entrance," Lisa soothingly guided Kitty, her lubricated fingers gently tracing circles around the rim of Kitty's wetness.
Kitty couldn't help but gasp as her nurse's skilled touch elicited a rush of warmth between her thighs. It wasn't necessarily painful, but incredibly intense; unlike any sensation Kitty had ever experienced before. It was like an electric current, stimulating and titillating every nerve in ways she didn't know possible.
Kitty closed her eyes, feeling the urgency build within her, inhaling the musky scent of the clinic mingled with the tantalizing aroma of sexual frustration radiating from her own body, fueling her appetite for more. The gentle pressure of Lisa's fingertips continued to work, sending shivers of delight rolling through her as Lisa whispered instructions that kept urging her to embrace the inexplicable feelings coursing through her veins.
"I am going to examine you with a larger speculum, now, Kitty," Nurse Lisa said, withdrawing her fingers. "But I need you to spread your legs more for me. Can you do that for me, with your tights at half-mast around your thighs?"
Kitty visibly tried, but the fabric was too tight. She gave in to the vulnerability. "W-would you help me roll them down to my calves?"
A seductive smile graced Lisa's lips, her eyes gleaming. "Of course, darling. Just relax while I undress you a little more."
Slowly, she rolled the tights down Kitty's calves, leaving them around her ankles, still binding her, but not as tightly as when they'd rested on her thighs. Lisa then retrieved her next tool, much thicker than the first. With another warm smile, she brought the lubricated instrument gently to Kitty's wet prize. "Trust me, Kitty," she murmured, "this is needed for a fully accurate examination."
Kitty, finding herself oddly relaxed despite her growing anxiety, nodded weakly, her heart still racing in her chest. The moment the tool invaded her, Kitty's thoughts took a sharp turn, her mind clouded with the undefined sensations of vulnerability and arousal. It was strange and uncomfortable, yet she was unable to resist the surging excitement that coursed through her body.
As Lisa continued to massage her from the inside, Kitty's cheeks grew redder and a soft moan escaped her lips, surprising even herself.
"Tell me, Kitty," Lisa began softly, her fingers caressing Kitty's inner folds as she moved the tool gently within her. "Is it only women who produce this amount of moisture for you?"
Kitty's breath hitched in her chest as she tried to focus on Lisa's question, rather than the pleasure coursing through her. This new sensation was so intense that her mind reeled.
Lost in the rhythm of her heart pounding and the pulse between her thighs, Kitty found herself driven mad with desire.
But Nurse Lisa was unphased by Kitty's arousal. Instead, she kept up her gentle probe, her other hand expertly guiding Kitty along.
"I've bent the rules a bit today, Kitty," Lisa whispered, her voice smooth as silk. "But you've been such a good patient, I thought you deserved something extra."
Dazed and confused, Kitty could do nothing but nod her head.
"Let's focus on your arousal and your stimulants. Tell me about your other underthings. Any special panties? Bras? Corsets?" Kitty gasped, her heart racing as Lisa's question penetrated her fogged consciousness.
Her palms were sweating as she tried to compose herself, her eyes fixed on the checkered tile floor. "Just...plain," she said, distracted.
"Interesting," Lisa purred, her skilled fingers continuing their rhythmic dance within Kitty. "Well, that won't do. How is a pretty girl like you going to get a boyfriend?" She arched an eyebrow.
"Or girlfriend?" Nurse Lisa queried softly, not letting her skilled touch deviate. Kitty's breathing became shallow as her arousal continued to escalate. Kitty took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts before answering.
"I-I don't know," she said, exhaling. Cripes, it was so hard to think!
Nurse Lisa nodded thoughtfully as she probed further with the tool inside Kitty. She paused, adjusting her grip to bring Kitty's focus back to the current event. "Now, do you understand why I've been distracting you with this talk of your love life? Look how far the tool is inside you, sweetie." Lisa's voice was as soothing as her touch, while she adjusted Kitty's focus carefully towards the examination. "I'm looking for your body's reactions and signs of any potential issues."
As she said this, she shifted the position of the tool gently, and Kitty felt a new and surprising warmth in her center. She closed her eyes, releasing an involuntary sigh at the sensation.
"Ah, I see you're responding to my examination techniques," Lisa whispered sensually, feeling encouraged by Kitty's reaction. "It's just about reached the end. Now, I want you to use your kegel muscles on it. That's an order, Kitty."
Kitty immediately contracted her muscles as instructed and felt a lurch within her. Lisa smiled warmly and nodded appreciatively. "Very good, Kitty. You're a natural at this."
The White Queen continued probing with the tool, bringing Kitty to the precipice of climax before slowing her actions—an expert manipulation technique that left Kitty bewildered and feverish.
"Excellent work, Kitty," Lisa praised warmly, withdrawing the tool and offering a clean white towel for Kitty to dab her glistening thighs. The scent of pungent arousal lingered in the air as Kitty tried to regulate her breathing.
"Let me assist you in pulling up these tights," Lisa said, bending tenderly before the girl. She carefully rolled the stockings up Kitty's legs, helping work the material over her knees, pulling her thighs back into their silky bindings.
Kitty seemed disappointed. "Is-is that it? Is my examination over?" Kitty hesitantly asked, her body still craving the release Lisa had been teasing.
Lisa smiled warmly and responded, "There are still a few things we need to cover to conclusively address your concerns. But for now, I'd like you to sit up on this table, keeping your ankles positioned as they are. I want to talk to you about something."
Kitty complied, her skin tingling at the thought of being scrutinized like this.
She leaned in close to Kitty and, with a gleam in her eye, planted a little kiss on her forehead before she looked up and offered her an encouraging smile.
"It seems some of these creamy stains are hours old, Kitty. I thought I noticed it earlier, but now I am sure," Lisa noted, allowing her finger to trace delicate patterns on the taut fabric wrapping Kitty's mound. Her heart raced, and Lisa continued, "The evidence of your arousal is everywhere on these hose. The crotch, the insides of your thighs – even the part that settles flush with your taint," she finished with a sultry smile.
Nurse Lisa raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with Kitty. "Given these traces, it appears as if you felt this wetness even before you came to the clinic today." She paused to let her words sink in.
Kitty's eyes opened wide in surprise and embarrassment as she let out a soft sigh.
"Be honest with me, Kitty. When did you first discharge into this pair of tights?" Lisa asked. She didn't seem shocked or judgmental, merely curious. Kitty's gaze dropped to her lap as the heat intensified in her face.
"This morning," she admitted in a tiny voice. "When I first put them on. I-I had a dream last night that...really affected me."
Emma smiled, understanding dawning in her eyes. Of course, she had planted that dream telepathically: Kitty being fucked to the breaking point by the Juggernaut, moaning as his cock ripped through her costume, waking up so soaked she should have slept in a diaper.
"You weren't just damp; you were thoroughly soaked – such wetness a testament to the intensity of your arousal. It would seem those tights have played a significant role in your self-soaking."
Kitty felt a blush climb up her neck and warm her cheeks as the words hung in the air, reverberating in the sterile confines of the examination room. "Yes...Like I said, they comfort me. I like being all wrapped up in them, to be...compressed." Kitty looked down at her lap. "I... I didn't think it was that abnormal," she murmured, embarrassment puffing her cheeks.
"Fetishes are natural, Kitty, no need to fear. But...well, I'd like to try one more element to our examination, in light of this revelation about your fetish, sweetheart. Stand up and turn around, if you please." As instructed, Kitty stood and faced the large window overlooking the tree-lined gardens outside, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt vulnerable standing there, half-naked, but she sensed that Lisa had something else in mind and was anxious to see how this appointment would conclude.
She glanced back at Lisa, who rummaged through a cabinet nearby. Turning back to face the window, Kitty shivered as the cool air of the clinic's examination room danced across her skin.
Suddenly Nurse Lisa stepped before her with a tray filled with small, metallic balls, each about the size of a large grape.
There was an electric current in the air, and Kitty felt an immediate tremble in her loins. Lisa caught Kitty staring and gave her a small smile as she explained, "I have chosen these lovely Ben Wa balls for you, Kitty. They will fit snugly in your vagina -held in place by your hosiery- and pressed against your intimate areas, serving to strengthen your vaginal walls." Kitty look mortified, but Lisa continued, unfazed. "Now, I'm going to insert these small metal balls into you, one at a time, Kitty. The purpose is for you to become familiar with feeling full inside and the pleasurable sensations it can evoke. Don't worry though, we can adjust the quantity to your comfort level."
Lisa was so matter-of-fact in her explanation, placing the tray before Kitty, that she honestly didn't know what to say. The nurse gingerly picked up a ball, hefting it in her palm to demonstrate its substantial weight. Kitty hesitated for a moment, feeling an odd sense of apprehension and surrender.
A single bead of sweat trickled down her brow, and she closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she felt Lisa's fingers gently grasp her hips.
"Relax, Kitty," Lisa whispered softly in her ear. "Let go of your fears and embrace the unknown. It's perfectly safe, and I'll be right here with you the whole time."
Her thoughts raced as she pondered whether this was yet another boundary she'd be crossing today, but the eagerness and curiosity proved too powerful in the end. Slowly, she nodded in agreement and murmured softly, "Alright, Nurse Lisa. I'll give it a try."
Lisa's eyes brightened with approval upon hearing Kitty relent. She picked up the first small metal ball, glinting subtly under the examination room's bright light, and gently began to apply a light lubricant coating.
"Roll down your tights, Kitty," she instructed.
Kitty hesitated, but Lisa's command gripped her by the core. Concern and shame mingled with her anxiety and arousal as she reluctantly began to obey. Slowly, inch by inch, the worn but resilient blue tights slid down her long, slender legs until they pooled around her calves.
Lisa kneeled behind her, one shiny ball in hand. "It's best if you don't watch, sweetheart. Just concentrate on the feeling, and please tell me how it feels as I insert each ball. For my report, of course."
And with that, she slid in the first ball. Kitty gasped at the sensation, her body tensing in response. Lisa massaged her mound gently, soothing the apprehension away while helping Kitty grow accustomed to the unfamiliar sensation. Then, Lisa shifted her position to reach the second ball. This time, she began with a fingertip coated in lubricant, easing her slick digit inside Kitty slowly.
The second ball was much easier to manage and Kitty began to feel a curious warmth emanating from her pelvic region. "I need to know how it feels, Kitty," Lisa directed.
Kitty struggled to find the words at first, but eventually voiced the growing sensations within her. "It—it feels heavy," she offered, her voice wavering. "There's a pleasant weight in me, and it's so different – I can barely process it. Yet, it's like I'm both protected and vulnerable at the same time."
Lisa gently wrapped her arm around Kitty's waist, giving reassurance in this intimate moment. "That's wonderful feedback, Kitty," Lisa mused softly. "You have a virgin's pussy, so it's only natural that it feels full so easily. But we're going to add another now, sweetheart." Kitty felt a pang of trepidation, but Lisa smiled warmly and promised, "This one will be gentle. Just focus on what you're feeling and trust me."
Lisa inserted the third ball, and its sudden weight deepened the ache in Kitty's pelvis even further. Kitty moaned softly, her thighs quaking as she surrendered.
"That's it, Kitty, let go and feel the power surge within you," Lisa whispered, her finger brushing lightly against Kitty's clit. Take them, you little slut Emma thought, both to herself and -with the lightest of telepathic brushes- to Kitty herself.
Kitty gulped, feeling herself expand further with the addition of each silky sphere. Despite her initial reservations, she found herself wanting this sensation, clenching around the balls possessively. "Could bearing these make me . . ." she hesitated, unsure how to phrase her question.
Lisa chuckled softly. "Cum?" she finished for her. "Kitty, dear, look at your thighs. You're like an oil slick. Clearly, your body has needed this for a long, long time. I think this is exactly what you need."
Lisa reached to the tray for yet another ball.
The intensity of the balls grew as Kitty shifted her footing slightly. She whispered back with a flush permeating her cheeks, "Um, these balls are already quite intense. I don't think I can manage any more."
Chuckling gently, Lisa removed her hand from Kitty's most delicate spot and softly grasped the young woman by her curvy hips. She assured Kitty, "There's no need to be shy, Kitty. After using my dilator on you earlier, I can assure you that you can walk out of this office carrying three more, at least."
"Three?!" Kitty asked, startled. She already felt so full.
But Nurse Lisa disregarded her reaction, slowly inserting the fourth ball as Kitty gasped. "Kitty, I'm going to ask you to spread your legs a little wider and bend your knees so that you're able to stand comfortably with this new sensation," Lisa directed. "And remember, breathe."
Kitty did as Lisa instructed. With every bit of air she inhaled, a delicious wave of vulnerability washed over her.
The metallic orbs inside Kitty were massively intense now, pressing against her vaginal walls. They throbbed with an insistence that brought a bead of sweat to her forehead once more. Kitty glanced over her shoulder as Nurse Lisa picked up the fifth and final ball.
She shifted her weight again, her thighs tensed and straining against the tight bands of her comfort hosiery. She took a deep breath and muttered, "Now. If you're going to do it, please do it now."
Slowly, Nurse Lisa applied the lubricant and eased the heavy ball inside Kitty. Kitty gasped as she felt the weight of all five spheres pressing against her pelvic floor, causing her nether lips to gently bulge with every pulsation.
"Hold them in, Kitty," Nurse Lisa said sternly, her fingertips gently gliding over Kitty's labia. "If you let one fall out, all of this will have been for nothing." Nurse Lisa's words held a certain intensity, and Kitty made a conscious effort to take a deeper breath, feeling a throb in her depths as she willed her body to retain the five metal balls. "Good girl," Lisa breathed out approvingly, her eyes holding a glow of pride.
"Now," Lisa began with a sly smile, eyeing her up and down, "I want you to march in place, slowly. Keep those knees high and controlled. Let's see if you can feel the Ben Wa balls working their magic while also giving me an opportunity to assess how well you manage the sensation—under these particular circumstances, of course. No," she snapped, as Kitty began to pull her tights back into place, "leave them at your knees. That's part of this exercise."
Lisa watched as Kitty obeyed, her small feet creaking rhythmically against the tile floor as she moved. Feeling the weight of the Ben Wa balls within her, Kitty's awareness stirred. The spheres slid against each other as she walked, sending erotic vibrations through her pelvic region, highlighting the sensations she had been denying herself for so long.
As Kitty continued to walk in place, her tights rose and fell, creating an entrancing spectacle of the semi-sheer material dancing along her legs. Beads of perspiration dripped from her brow, mixing with the salty moisture that gathered beneath her eyes. Kitty's breathing became ragged and labored, her body desperate to cum, hungry for release.
Emma watched Kitty, a proud smile on her face. Sinister will be thrilled. We will breed her like a rabbit. "How do you feel, Kitty?" Nurse Lisa asked, folding her arms as she studied Kitty intently.
"I—I feel full," Kitty panted, her cheeks flushed scarlet from exertion. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her brow, upper lip, and décolletage. "It's so different - I can feel them jostling around in my core."
Nurse Lisa nodded. "Indeed, Kitty. The Ben Wa balls are playing their parts beautifully. They serve to stoke the fires of your developing sexuality and help you process feelings that have lain dormant for far too long." She stepped closer to Kitty and moved her hands to drape around the girl's shoulders, easing her trembling frame into a hug. "You are so strong, Kitty." She continued, her hands roaming on Kitty's still-naked torso. "The feeling of being so thoroughly filled is a new one for you. Describe it for us."
Kitty nodded, her breath hitching as she recalled the sensation of the heavy spheres inside of her, each one a testament to her burgeoning sexuality. "I hadn't realized just how empty I was... before."
Nurse Lisa smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling with a depth of understanding. "Then it's time for us to conclude this examination and for you to gain control over your pleasure, Kitty. I have one more question for you."
As the topic shifted, Nurse Lisa slid her arm downward around Kitty's waist and led her to a nearby sofa. Seated side by side, they gazed out the large bay window that overlooked a tranquil garden filled with blooming flowers, their entrancing colors a stark contrast from the intimacy building between the two women.
Suddenly, Lisa slipped off her pearl high heels, wiggling her toes, encased in the semi-sheer white stockings. Kitty, still panting from her forced march, was suddenly transfixed.
"For your fetish, Kitty, I need to know: Is it just your own legs in hosiery that causes your...emissions...or could it be mine as well?" Lisa whispered softly, giving Kitty a coy smile.
Kitty hesitated, unsure of how to reply. She barely knew the woman beside her but felt an undeniable connection growing between them. But there was something so familiar about her, so powerful. Lisa noticed Kitty's downward gaze and cupped her chin. Then, she began rubbing her white stocking foot up and down Kitty's nyloned calf.
The contact of the different textures: the glossy sheer silk of Lisa's nylons against the tighter weave of Kitty's tights - sent a fresh wave of arousal through Kitty. She pressed her thighs together, trapping the five intense beads within. Desire washed over her as she shivered at the touch that never came nor went, the sensual dance of silk on nylon that left her body burning for release.
"Does this affect you in the same way, Kitty?"
Kitty could hardly believe what was happening. Her body had become a live wire, vibrating with tension as she watched Nurse Lisa's white-stockinged foot playfully caress her calf. Kitty shivered involuntarily.
"I...I," Kitty whispered breathily.
"It does, Kitty. You don't have to answer, my sweet, shy, little Jewish girl. I've been documenting your arousal for 2 hours now this morning, and I can see every signal your body sends me." Lisa's voice, rich with authority, poured into Kitty's ears, stealing her attention. She felt Lisa's other hand swoop down to her pussy, applying pressure at her slit and pushing the metallic balls into motion, causing a wave of pulsating sensations inside of her. Kitty's breath hitched, her eyes lidded.
"You see, I've noticed the way you've been glancing at my stockings, every time you think I'm not looking," Lisa said with a coy smirk. "I saw the way your nipples shot up nearly vertical when I 'tested' your areolae earlier." Lisa fluttered her eyelashes playfully, bringing Kitty's face flushed a deep shade of crimson.
"And I know the exact moment you realized my hosiery is as much a cause of your arousal as your own." The seductive nurse locked her gaze on Kitty, waiting for her response. "That splatter of cream in your tights...It grew when I first met you in this office, didn't it? When you saw my silken hose?"
With a feather-light touch, while Kitty was distracted and heated with embarrassment, Lisa slipped the silk stocking up and down Kitty's calf.
Breathlessly, Kitty stammered, "Yes, Lisa. Y-you're so beautiful."
Taking her cue, Lisa leaned closer, arranging her finger so that it breached Kitty's slit, immediately feeling the metal ball straining at her threshold.
Kitty's heart raced, her breath quickening as she felt the irrational longing swarm her senses.
"Oh," she murmured, "Thank you... Nurse Lisa."
Lisa's eyes never left Kitty's face as she continued her seductive assault. "You make it easy for me, Kitty. So vulnerable, so sexual. I wonder: Are you creaming now, just as you were when I examined you?" Nurse Lisa whispered in Kitty's ear, making the young woman shiver involuntarily.
Her hand reached up with the subtlety of seasilk, her impeccably manicured fingertips working the now pouting lips of Kitty's virgin pussy.
"Yes," Kitty admitted softly. "Yeeesss..."
Nurse Lisa chuckled softly, a gentle purr in her throat. "Move my foot to your pussy, Kitty. I want to feel the steel balls I put in you with my toes."
Kitty submitted, gently pulling Lisa's foot up to her crotch, still filled to the brim with Ben Wa balls. She was rewarded when Lisa expertly stroked her folds with her stocking foot, applying just the right amount of pressure. Kitty let out a moan. It was every fantasy she'd ever had since realizing she liked women, all wrapped in one. Her breath hitched, her body became unsteady under the onslaught of sensations, and her legs refused to close.
Kitty's eyes fluttered shut, feeling the tantalizing pressure coursing through her body. Her head rolled back onto the sofa, allowing herself to succumb fully to Nurse Lisa's experienced guidance. Her heart beat faster, radiating warmth through her chest, as she allowed the unique connection between two women to develop.
Kitty, still so innocent, trusted her body's instincts, as her hips began to gyrate against Lisa's foot. Lisa encouraged her in much the same tone she had used all morning: "Let it happen. Enjoy the feeling."
Breathy whispers and soft encouragement persisted while Kitty tilted her pelvis, seeking friction and relief. The metal balls pulsed within the taut confines of Kitty's still-tight pussy, counterpointed by the cool slide of Lisa's stockinged foot against her exposed skin.
Kitty's entranced breath fogged in wisps around her pink lips as she descended further into ecstasy.
"You're so full, sweet Kitty. Your vagina has never felt like this. I can feel your sloppy cream on my toes, sweetie. You want more, and that's okay."
At that moment, Kitty felt as though her whole world revolved around the intensity of the sensations Nurse Lisa drew from her very core. Each gliding stroke, every gentle prod from the stocking foot was an experience that pushed Kitty closer to the edge of something new and exhilarating. She could feel all five of the Ben Wa balls press, roll, and tug inside her to the beat set by Nurse Lisa's foot.
Kitty nodded, her eyes locked with Lisa's, conveying the urgent need becoming clear between them. "More, Nurse Lisa. Please more."
The White Queen let out an indulgent chuckle, sensing the perfect moment to make Kitty hers forever. "Your young body needs more friction, Kitty. I saw it when I examined you today. Your beautiful clitoris doesn't like to come out and play, does it?" Nurse Lisa murmured, lightly pushing against Kitty's womanhood with her stockinged foot, nudging the delicate nub gently.
Kitty moaned softly, closing her eyes in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment, feeling the burning desire for relief surging through her. "No, Nurse Lisa," she admitted.
"Well then," Nurse Lisa suggested. "Let us remedy that."
Lisa extended her white stockinged leg fully on the bench between them, grabbed the waistband of Kitty's tights, pulling them from their position around her knees back up to her waist. She then grabbed Kitty's arms gently, helping hoist her into position so her beautiful nyloned thighs were straddling Lisa. The skilled domme then brought her knee gently to bear against Kitty's mound, applying pressure.
The message was clear to Kitty. "You...want me to..." Kitty blushed, her breathing ragged with desire.
"Yes, Kitty," Lisa affirmed. "I want you to ride my leg. Your thighs embracing my leg, allowing that hard little clit of yours to rub against my kneecap. You control the pressure and how much friction you experience...and those little Ben Wa balls will become your best friends."
To demonstrate, Nurse Lisa calmly ordered, "Spread your knees further for me, Kitty. That's it."
As Kitty complied, she could feel the cool nylon texture of her tights against her dampened inner thighs, heightening her arousal. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, following Nurse Lisa's instructions. To Kitty, this felt incredibly liberating and exciting.
"Now," Nurse Lisa continued softly, gripping Kitty's hips firmly and guiding her slowly backward, drawing her along the Lisa's extended leg. With her hands on Kitty's hips, Lisa guided their movements, urging the young woman to start rubbing her mound in gentle circles against her nylon-clad knee.
Kitty's face turned a bright shade of pink, but her inhibitions quickly dissolved as the sensation triggered a series of tiny spasms inside her. Wrapped in her tights, the friction ignited a burning passion within her.
"I can feel your heat, Kitty, even through your tights. It smells divine," Lisa said seductively, spurring Kitty's lustful momentum. The metal balls rolled together, a muffled symphony of their own as they danced to the rhythm of Kitty's thrusts.
Kitty surrendered to the experience, guided by Nurse Lisa's steady hand. "Breathe, Kitty," Nurse Lisa instructed. "Focus on your breath. Slow, deep inhales and exhales. Feel your diaphragm expanding and contracting. See how my stockings encircle me? So feminine, so soft. You're soaking them, sweetie. Do you see your residue?" she asked, tracing something unmentionable with her pointer finger before holding it up to Kitty's face.
Pure blush painted her cheeks as she squeaked out, "Y-yes, Nurse Lisa."
"Good," she smiled, returning her attention to Kitty's exposed thighs. "Now, dear, spread your heels apart and slightly bend your knees—allowing your thighs to further squeeze mine. Roll your hips forward just a bit, but maintain the delicious pressure of your core against me."
Kitty's breath hitched as she allowed her body to adjust to the newfound sensation. Her cheeks flushed with exhilaration as she began following the rhythm set by Nurse Lisa. The intensity of their contact, coupled with the throbbing metal balls and her slippery moisture, created an unyielding symphony of her own arousal reverberating around the room.
"Nurse Lisa—I," Kitty panted, grasping for words as her movements became increasingly uncontrolled.
Lisa softly interrupted, "Shhh...". as she soothingly caressed Kitty's hips, keeping her steady upon her knee. "Go where your body takes you," she whispered.
Kitty hesitated no further. She felt her body move in rhythm with the pulsating metal beads, the wet sliding sound between her thighs offering an endless loop of erotic pleasure. Her hands dug softly into the sofa cushions as hot waves of bliss threatened to drown her.
"More," Kitty cried, her heartbeat pounding in her ears like rapid thunder. "More, please!" Her words echoed around the sterile examination room, amplifying her carnal hunger.
Lisa maneuvered her knee to increase the friction on Kitty's swollen clit. She watched the 21-year-old's face transform in response to this new sensation, the rush of blood leaving pale cheeks aflame, eyes glazing over with surging need.
"Yes, Nurse Lisa, please," Kitty begged with more urgency.
With wobbly legs, Kitty rocked her hips gently, craving the culmination she had long been so long denied—though she hadn't realized until now.
Lisa kept encouraging her: "Yes, go for it, Kitty. You are doing wonderfully." A proud smile appeared on Lisa's face. She continued to hold Kitty's hips firmly as the young woman began to ride Lisa's leg more forcefully.
"Faster, Kitty, faster. You're so close," she continued, encouraging Kitty to match the speed of her pulsating nub against Lisa's kneecap.
With every thrust, Kitty felt herself tumbling toward the steep edge of ecstasy. Her breath came in ragged, hot huffs. The tights clung to her sex, becoming utterly soaked with her cream. The room was filled with heady arousal, the irresistible aroma of femininity and hosiery - a rich tapestry of sensuality.
Kitty, now at the edge, could only give in to the incredible waves of pleasure that threatened to consume her.
"You're so ready to fall, sweetie," Lisa whispered, her breath warm against Kitty's ear. "Let it happen."
With an ecstatic cry, Kitty plunged off the precipice, her entire being pulsating in harmony with the orgasmic deluge that flooded through her core. Her eyes squeezed shut while Nurse Lisa held her hips, guiding and gently increasing her rhythm as she rode the final crests.
The Ben Wa balls pressed and rolled against her walls, each sensation a vivid memory that interwove with the others as release crashed over Kitty. Time seemed to halt - her whole world concentrating on the incomparably delicious, swirling climax surging through her. Her body tingled, and she reveled in this forbidden pleasure, knowing Lisa was there with her, helping her along every step of the way.
The room felt fragrant with arousal. As Kitty shuddered through her orgasm, the excess girlcum flowed from her, as if a dam had broken. It spilled over her tights and puddled on the sofa, before streaming down to coat Lisa's nylons.
Their legs, intertwined, were now soaked in the richness of Kitty's climax. It was rich, thick, and slightly sweet, a testament to Kitty's intense pleasure. The scent of her arousal mingled with the clean aroma of the stockings, creating an intoxicating blend that filled the room.
Kitty's eyes fluttered open as her orgasm subsided, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction washing over her. She looked down at the wet mess between her legs and felt her cheeks grow warm again, this time from embarrassment.
"It's okay, Kitty," Lisa said soothingly, sensing the young woman's discomfort. "It's a natural part of the experience."
Kitty nodded, looking at Lisa for guidance. The nurse smiled warmly and gently pulled Kitty off her leg.
Lisa stood up, smoothing out her stockings. The cream had seeped through the nylon fabric, leaving a noticeable stain.
Kitty's cheeks turned an even deeper scarlet when she saw how the lustrousness shimmered on the stockings. The way they glistened was so intimate, so embarrassingly clear in what had transpired between them.
"See, sweetie?" Lisa said, gently brushing her fingers over the stain. Kitty could barely hear her voice, as if the clinic walls absorbed the hum of her words.
"Nurse Lisa, I...I apologize," she stammered, her hands moving to cover her chest again, the climax's passing bringing her a degree of clarity.
Oh, no you don't Emma thought. Hands at your waist
Kitty unthinkingly uncovered herself again, and a wry smile played at Lisa's lips as she shook her head. "There's nothing to apologize for, Kitty. You've clearly been storing that discharge for far, far too long, else there wouldn't have been so much," she replied, her voice comforting yet earthy.
Lisa reached out, placing a hand under Kitty's chin, guiding her eyes upwards to look at her. "You're young, vibrant, and on the precipice of discovering a beautiful sexuality that you have never tapped into. It's completely natural for you to be a little self-conscious—especially with someone like me," Lisa said with a smile that radiated warmth.
"But now, we must turn to more practical matters. You can't exactly leave the office looking soaked like that, and I have other subjects -er, patients to see." She reached into a drawer, removing a few spare lab coats. "Take your pick," she offered. Kitty took the longer one.
"Alright, sweetheart. Let me help you." Lisa crouched in front of Kitty and grabbed the hem of her sky blue tights, rolling them down. As she did, the fabric stuck to Kitty's damp thighs and the excess cream clung to her fingers. Wadding the hose into a ball, Lisa raised a brow. "Do you want to keep these?" she asked, holding out the tainted mass.
Kitty was unsure, unsure of how to receive such an intimate keepsake, and unsure of how to respond to the intensity of the day's revelation. Somehow, she found herself nodding. Perhaps, even if they were ruined, she could keep them in a drawer at home as a strange, precious treasure.
Just then, as she adjusted her body to reach for the tights, Kitty's pussy produced a Ben Wa ball. She was slightly startled, almost having forgotten the five metallic balls inside her, and -without Kitty's tights on- there was nothing left in which to hold them in place except her kegel muscles, now far too exhausted to maintain the pressure. "Looks like you'll be needing my assistance once more," Nurse Lisa said warmly. Her eyes were filled with a sort of radiant joy as she delicately picked up the escaping sphere with two clean fingers, rolling it back to its intended destination in Kitty's core.
The sensation caused Kitty's breath to catch at the sudden, foreign feeling. In an instant, all five of the Ben Wa balls were again nestled securely in their place.
"I was wondering when that was going to happen," Lisa laughed softly. As she helped pull on Kitty's lab coat, she admonished, "You'll need to keep these in your vagina as you walk home. Doctor's orders. Do you live far, Kitty?" Nurse Lisa asked gently, her fingers brushing the pubic hair gently along Kitty's vagina.
"No, my apartment is on campus, only three blocks away," Kitty answered huskily as she replaced bra, blouse, tutu and flats under her coat, her cheeks flushing against the cascade of feelings Lisa's question provoked.
"Excellent then," Nurse Lisa confirmed with a smile. "We wouldn't want those spheres falling free during a long walk." She turned Kitty around, admiring the degree to which the coat obscured their encounter. "Well," she said, "Once I have changed my hose, no one will be the wiser about the awakening you experienced here today. And so, I'm sad to say, it is time for you to depart."
Kitty, not knowing quite what to do, turned and took a step towards the door. She hesitated, but found her courage, and turned to ask her nurse one last question.
"Nurse Lisa, if I need you...do you make house calls?"
Lisa smiled knowingly at her new patient. "Indeed I do, sweetie."
"It went well?" Sinister asked. "Mind you, I don't need to know the gory details."
Emma Frost stood before him, fully costumed now. "Nurse Lisa" had been a pedestrian but necessary guise; however, her body yearned to be free of it for awhile. "Very well, Sinister. Despite whatever training she had in her youth, the Pryde girl is a young woman now, replete with desires, powerful fetishes, and a longing to be sated."
"So...a full sexual awakening for a mutant whose genes," Sinister gestured theatrically to a small vial of Kitty's discharge connected to his lab equipment, "are pure, stable...and best of all, accessible."
Emma nodded. "I can have her literally anytime I like. She practically begged for more on her way out my door."
Sinister laughed. "Well, as pleasant as that may be for you, I suspect the 'offspring' component of my little experiment would be difficult for you to pull off with dear Kitty."
Emma frowned. Sinister could be so...academic. No interest in the fun side of sex at all. But it was true. Even his most creative experiments would not easily produce progeny from the two of them. So now the question became...
"So with whom shall we breed her, Emma? With whom indeed?"
Emma rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Give me some time, Sinister. I have a few ideas."