Today has been a peculiar day, fraught with unexpected twists that have left me bewildered and confined within the opulent yet stifling embrace of my own home. As I sit in my boudoir, surrounded by the ornate trappings of a life filled with elegance, I feel compelled to record the events that unfolded like a dream with which I have just awakened from.
February 15, 1910
Edward, my husband of staunch authority and unyielding demeanor, appeared at my bedside with a countenance that betrayed an underlying disquiet. His eyes are always scanning, observant of any imperfections or behaviors he deems unsuitable for him.
"Now my little bunny, the doctor will be here shortly," he murmured, his gaze fixed upon me with a mixture of concern and unease. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to grasp the reason for such a visit.
I tried to respond but my mouth had been filled with an odd looking ball strapped to my head. It was causing me to open wider than I normally would and drool to slowly leak out of my mouth and down onto the silk gown that had come open with my wiggling. The wetness shone as it made its way down to my breasts. Edward had said the restraints were necessary to calm me before the doctor arrived. I do not think they were doing as he had intended, they were hurting my wrists and at least he had not lashed my legs to the posts, even though he did threaten. But it did not help the silk gown as it had completely exposed my bottom half and no amount of shifting would help cover me, it only made it worse. He did not seem concerned that the doctor would see me like this. Exposed, and virtually naked. My cheeks are red from the shame of the indecent situation I have found myself in.
"Little bunny, I have run out of ideas to help you with your afflictions. I cannot have you making these messes in your panties, and the desperate ways in which you try to get my attention. This is not normal behavior for a lady of your status. You can't even leave the house without my firm hand about you." Edward's exasperation showing.
"I should not have to put my wife over my knee to stop her from whining and begging for relief. This is not natural! A woman does not have these kinds of behaviors, you spend most of your day rubbing your legs together or god knows how many times your pretty little fingers find themselves in your panties." he states sternly.
I know he is right, I can't think straight around him, I am always desperate for his attention, and his cock. I have never experienced a man in this manner. And the more he points out my naughty actions the more I want to do them. I know I shouldn't like when he places me in his lap and spanks me; but I do. I have soaked his suit pants on many occasions and this only gets me more punishment.
Sometimes I am placed in a corner with only a pillow on the floor to kneel on naked and made to think about my needy manner. The thing is the shame of this makes me more needy. My pussy often will leak a bit, when the evidence of this is seen I am forced to lick it off of Edwards fingers. I do it with a grimace, but in truth. I like the taste of my own pussy juices.
The thing that confuses me is that Edward so often takes me so violently afterwards, like he is possessed. I have never questioned where or why it causes this reaction in him. It's as if he cannot get enough, I don't know if it's a punishment he is giving me, but the soreness afterwards does not deter me, in fact it stirs my desires. It's like I have two Edwards, one who is respectable and embodies the strict, dominant head of the household and the other who is like a savage, a primal beast that is trying to ravish and take possession of my pussy.
Edward rises from the bed as he hears the doctor arrive. The clock ticking away in the corner of the room, its rhythmic beat only accentuating the disquiet that has settled upon me. Edward retreats from the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts, which begin to spiral into a maelstrom of apprehension and uncertainty.
The doctor, Dr. Harland, with his salt-and-pepper beard and distinguished features enters and I see a look of surprise as he takes in my state. Wrists bound to the posts behind me, a ball of sorts in my mouth, drool running freely. A silk robe now spread wide open with not one undergarment on underneath. I was quite literally naked. No amount of moving or positioning would offer an ounce of modesty. He seems to take an unnaturally long time scanning me in this position. I can't help but blush even harder under his inspection. Edward clears his throat, which I interpret as a sign of his displeasure with the doctor.
Dr. Harland initiates his examination, his questions probing into the nature of my demeanor and my emotions. Each inquiry felt like a violation, embarrassing me even more that I could not give any excuses. For Edward's observations were the only ones that painted a picture of my conduct in stark and disconcerting terms.
"Doctor," Edward began with an air of authority, "Mary has been displaying certain proclivities that I find deeply troubling. She's become increasingly unpredictable and prone to extreme bodily reactions that I cannot control regardless of the things I try. This is not the woman I married."
Dr. Harland, his brow furrowed in contemplation, listens intently to Edward's account. "Mr. Worthington, it's crucial for me to understand the nature of these behaviors. Can you provide specific examples?"
Edward proceeds to describe incidents that paint me as a woman unhinged -- moments of sexual volatility, bouts of humping pillows, and instances where my actions seemed to only abate temporarily after I am punished or allowed to pleasure myself. It was as though a narrative had been woven around me, one that casts me as this needy whore that could only think with her pussy.
The doctor starts his thorough examination. While Edward watches, the doctor begins to examine me. Starting at my mouth, he inquires as to where Edward had procured such a device. Edward tells him that he had heard that these types of devices were used for the mentally insane to stop them from biting and so he thought it would work for my whining. The exam continues with more touching and fondling of my breasts, spending a bit of time touching and twisting and pinching, as if to see my reactions.
His sharp slaps to my tits gets a muffled yelp, and it also starts to get me worked up. Edward can see this as he watched my legs start to rub together and I try to squeeze them to find some relief. "Look doctor, it has started!" Edward exclaims with a stern voice.
He reaches down to grasp each leg in hand and wrench them apart to reveal my most vulnerable parts. He points to my pussy "Look at this utterly leaking mess that she is making from just the slightest touch. Have you ever seen such a thing?" Edward says to the doctor.
The doctor moves to be closer to my pussy, lingering in his inspection. I look down in time to see his inhale. Our eyes meet as I watch his lips form into a smirk.
"Oh yes, now I see what you mean about the messiness of her genitals." agreeing with Edward.
