NB there is a real medical condition that apparently behaves a bit like this. I'm sorry if you have it and this upsets you. It's just a fantasy so I've given it a different name and i have no wish to hurt anyone.
I went to my GP in the end. He gave it a name; Johnson's Syndrome. I mean, who cares about the name. I just wanted some kind of fix.
I told him what it was like; intense arousal, my labia throbbing and swollen, my clitoris distended, for hours on end. Pain, sometimes. Wetness, most of the time. Orgasms I couldn't control or predict. I looked at my feet while I was describing all this, because of course I was embarrassed. And when I glanced up, I caught the look on his face; he was red, turned on. Doctors aren't supposed to get hot for your distressing symptoms. I was angry and he was ashamed. That's probably why he referred me without any argument. I didn't even ask which service he'd referred me to.
A spinal clinic, as it turned out. I'd have assumed it was a mistake, but apparently this thing is often connected with a kind of growth on the spine. They sent me for a scan and brought me straight into clinic afterwards. Two of them, a man and a woman. The guy looked really young, only a few years into training. The woman probably in her 40s, the consultant. Tawny skin, dark hair, dark eyes. My type.
'Just pop your bottom half off, underwear too, and climb up on here,' she said, patting the steel table. No paper cover, nothing. I expected it to be cold, but it wasn't. She switched on a huge mobile light above me, moved it into place.
'Bring your knees up against your chest,' she said. Quiet, impersonal. The way I think doctors should be. I was quickly distracted, though. As I lifted my legs up, my swollen pussy twitched and I came. I'd been nervous in the waiting room and probably more aroused than usual, my blood pounding uncomfortably, and the orgasm was painfully intense. I said 'Aaahhhhh' - I never want to make a sound, I never mean to, but sometimes I can't help it. I felt sudden wetness around my vaginal entrance. God, had I spurted? I knew I occasionally did, especially if I'd managed to control it for a while or if I got caught out like now. I felt so ashamed.
She didn't say anything, but the blush in my cheeks wouldn't go. She put a hand on my knees to make me keep them up there, and angled the light to stare at my naked pussy. The man was looking too. It was almost beyond me to stay still, I was so upset and embarrassed. Worse, I could feel the tingling and pounding starting to build again. I thought I might be even more wet; I can't always tell, but when I feel like this my knickers are usually soaked afterwards.
''Going to take a closer look,' she said, bending down. The man had brought over a stool to sit on and was putting on gloves. Oh God. I could feel my rapid heartbeat and I was breathing faster. The light was hot on my skin. Suddenly I felt a finger touching around the entrance to my vagina. Another uncontrollable sound from me, but I was gritting my teeth to try and stop it. 'Nggg-nnngg' it came out, and I orgasmed again. It was more painful, less pleasure this time, though it always does give me a little bit of relief from the arousal. My hips bucked a fraction.
He was still touching me. My cheeks burned. I felt both his hands, very carefully and slowly opening my folds to find my clitoris. I've looked at it myself at times like this. Engorged, red, pushing out from the hood; not the little pearl that I've found in other women and which makes me lick them so delicately. Sometimes they have to tell me to bump hard with my tongue to get them off. My instinct is always to use just my tongue tip, soft and gentle. When they look at mine they tend to go in much too rough, I have to tell them to back off. Better than with men though, I usually have to ban men from touching it at all. I get sick of saying 'gentler, slower, gentler, slower, further off the edge' like some kind of crazed meditation app.
I could feel their breath suddenly on my exposed clit. Oh no. No - 'SHIT' - I came again. The humiliation felt unbearable. I felt such a freak. As if my clit were a greedy monster, an insatiable dragon. The man wasn't finished. Still staring intently at my vagina, he put a finger above my clitoral hood and pulled my mons up and away to stretch the area. This time I finally managed not to make a sound as another orgasm pulsed across me. They both spotted it though.
'I need to induce some more - events. It shouldn't hurt' said the woman. I noted i didn't get a choice. She picked up a long metal rod of some kind and reached under me with it. She touched an area of my back, the rod moved and I felt a sensation like a mild electric shock. But nothing else. She turned the rod under my back, moved it a centimetre or so while glancing at something next to me, and I felt the buzz of the electric shock again. Immediately afterwards came a strong orgasm. My legs opened wide involuntarily and my back arched. But I was most struck by the much greater pleasure than usual, unmixed with pain. It felt like orgasms used to before this thing started. It was so good I was almost silent.
