My second appointment at the clinic was a month after my first. Even though I had already been to my initial appointment and treatment session, I was still nervous and was not sure what to expect from the next one. I remember on the lead up to it focussing on what doctor had said at the end of last month's session - that this was going to be more extreme.
I made my way up to the clinic, knocked and was told to enter. Doctor was busy with some equipment but ordered me to undress and lie on the bed immediately with my feet in the stirrups. I still hadn't gotten over the nerves of taking my clothes off but I did, and put them on a bench to the side. I was embarrassed and could feel it worsen when doctor turned to look at me.
Doctor asked how I was and told me that today's session would be an experience of the many different types of pain I could feel and how they translate to pleasure and reiterated that it would be more extreme than last time. It would involve some of the equipment we agreed upon at the first session but that this wouldn't be revealed straight away as it was important to experience surprise and shock.
Doctor began to put some metal items on the table beside the bed. I couldn't see properly because of the angle at which I was lying but I did see a metal speculum which immediately made me excited.
Doctor strapped my ankles into the stirrups this time, put on some latex gloves and then began to use the cold stethoscope on my chest and over each nipple, until both were erect with the cold. Then my nipples were pinched and rolled between doctor's gloved thumb and finger and pulled away from my body until I let out a cry. Like last time, my vagina was spread with gloved fingers and examined, my clitoral hood retracted for a moment with the clitoris itself untouched. Everything examined seemed satisfactory so far and I felt turned on, excited but very anxious.
Doctor reached down to the tray on the table and brought up a metal clamp which was placed on my right nipple. This was done slowly which allowed the pain to build. The clamp felt heavy and the grip was tight, it felt like it was sending pain and pleasure signals in a straight line directly to my clitoris. The same was done to my left nipple. The clamp had to be adjusted slightly more on one side which seemed to increase the pain overall. It felt like a triangle of pain and pleasure between both nipples and my clitoris.
Doctor asked me on the pain scale from 1-5 to rate the pain my nipples were currently feeling. As I'd taken a couple of deep breaths and gotten more used to the sensation, I rated it a 3.
Doctor then took another metal instrument from the tray and showed it to me; a Wartenberg wheel (pinwheel).
I had never experienced one before so I was curious.
Doctor started by slowly moving the wheel up and down my chest. It was prickly and uncomfortable but not sore yet. Doctor then moved it to the sides of my stomach which caused a prickly, tickling sensation. Then it was moved to my bellybutton and Doctor dug it into the skin as it was moved up towards my chest. This was a deep, stabbing sensation. My breasts were circled in a similar manner which left a trail mark.
Doctor then held the wheel above my clamped left nipple and lowered it slowly down. Doctor moved it slowly over the clamped nipple which was more painful than I imagined. I cried out and held my breath as the needles pricked into my sensitive nerves. The same was done on my right nipple. I was told to take a deep breath as it moved back to my left nipple and doctor told me to count to five.
I counted one and the wheel was pressed hard and swiped across my nipple quickly. I yelped. I counted two and the same again. Three and the pain was intense, I hated this sensation. I was scared to say "four" as I had felt panicked on three so I stopped for a moment but doctor said "four" and did it anyway. I was in a bit of shock but I knew if I said five it would be over with sooner so I said five and doctor rushed the wheel over my nipple, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until I screamed. I looked down to see if I was bleeding. Even though it was torturous, I could feel that my pussy had become swollen and soaked.