"Hi," the woman said, "I'm Nurse Allen. And this is Doctor Franklin," she said with a gesture. "You must be Amy."
Amy nodded. "Hi," she said in a rather glum tone. She was dressed in a dark baggy sweatshirt, dark baggy athletic pants, and sneakers.
"Let's sit down for a moment and talk about why you're here," the nurse said.
They were in a room that seemed to be a large medical exam room, with the usual medical items. There were a few chairs and they all sat down.
After some brief chitchat the doctor said, "Tell us about why you made the appointment."
The girl shrugged. "My mom said I should," she said, mostly looking down at her feet. "She said it's supposed to help me with my symptoms."
"Did she tell you what we do here?" the doctor asked.
The girl shook her head. "She just said it'll probably help me. She said it costs a lot of money. And she said I should go along with your treatment."
"Yes, our treatments are unorthodox," he said with a nod. "But we've had good success. Tell me about your symptoms."
The girl shrugged. She mostly looked down. "Anxiety about being around people ..." she said. "And depression."
"Those things can be quite normal in a young woman. Lots of young women report those things," the doctor said.
Amy nodded. "I guess," she said with a shrug.
"Are you ready to get started?" the doctor asked.
Amy shrugged. "I guess."
"The first thing I'd like you to do is get undressed please," he said.
Amy tensed up at this. She looked around the room. She noticed that Nurse Allen had a kind, warm smile and it made her feel a bit better.
"Okay," she said. She took off her clothes one by one, setting them on the exam table in the middle of the room.
When she was down to her bra and panties she asked, "My bra also?"
"Yes please," the doctor said with a nod.
Amy sighed and took off her bra. She was a beautiful slim girl of 18. She had a beautifully slim waist. Her breasts were a beautiful small-to-medium size that were appropriate for her body type. They were firm, high and perky.
"Panties too?" she asked.
The doctor nodded.
Amy sighed and slipped those off. When she was bare she instinctively used her arms to cover her body as much as she could, with one arm across her chest, with her other hand in front of her bare pussy. It was a common pose of any young woman who's not too comfortable being bare.
"Very good," the doctor said. "Now Nurse Allen will help you get positioned in place."
Nurse Allen went to a drawer and took out a few items that seemed to be made of black nylon. She picked up one of them and turned to Amy.
"Let me put this cuff on your right wrist, Sweetheart," she said.
"What??" Amy asked. "A cuff??"
"It's all part of the procedure, Sweetheart. I promise we won't hurt you," she said.
She sighed. She reluctantly held up her wrist. Nurse Allen buckled it on her slim wrist nicely snug.
"Very good, now let's do the other," she said in a nice tone.
Amy held up her other wrist without saying anything.
Nurse Allen then stepped over to one wall where there was a curtain. She moved the curtain back. There were four sturdy round eye-bolts attached to the concrete wall -- two were close to the floor and the other two were 6-7 feet above the floor.
"Step over here for me sweetie," she said. "I'm going to attach your cuffs here."
"What??!" Amy said, quite alarmed. "I'm not going to let you attach me to the wall! What are you trying to do?" she said forcefully.
"It's all part of the treatment, Sweetheart," the nurse said. "Did your mother tell you that she got our treatments?"
"Yes," Amy said. "She said she did it twice."
"Well your mother wouldn't send you here if she didn't believe in the results. I'm sure she wants the best for you," the nurse said.
"Yeah, I guess," Amy said.
"We don't have to move ahead if you don't want to. But I'd just ask you to have some trust in us," the nurse said.
"Ugh," Amy said in frustration. "Okay what do I have to do?"
"Just step over here for me and I'll get you attached," the nurse said sweetly.
Amy did as she asked. She put her back against the wall. She let the nurse raise her wrist and lock it to the eye bolt in the wall with a small padlock.
"Very good," she said. "Let's do the other one." She moved to the other side of the girl. Amy raised her other wrist a little, without being told, then let the nurse raise her wrist and lock the cuff to the other eyebolt. Amy stood there bare, with both wrists fastened to the wall over her head.
"Ugh," she said. "I feel so helpless."
"You look very sweet and pretty," the nurse told her. "Now I'm going to do the same to your ankles," she said sweetly.
"My ankles??" Amy said with alarm. "Oh God, please don't do that."
Nurse Allen looked at her and smiled. "I know you're nervous," she said nicely. "It's perfectly understandable. And I we won't move ahead with the treatment if you don't want me to. It's up to you."
Amy rolled her eyes in frustration, with lots of different thoughts in her mind. She sighed. "Okay, go ahead. What do I have to do?"
"Just be still for a moment," she said. She strapped on nylon cuff onto each of Amy's ankles.
"Very good," the nurse said. "Now just spread your legs for me so we can get you attached."
"Ugh, are you really a nurse?" Amy asked with a pout. "Is this supposed to benefit me or are you just trying to make me uncomfortable and humiliated?"
"I'm a nurse, Sweetheart," Nurse Allen said. "The doctor is a Doctor of Physiology. This is part of the treatment we have for you."
"Grrr," Amy said between her teeth. She breathed deep. "Okay," she said reluctantly. She spread her legs as much as needed. Nurse Allen hooked her ankles to the eyebolts near the floor, locking her legs open.
Nurse Allen stood up and smiled. "Are you comfortable, dear?" she asked.
Amy tugged hard on her wrist cuffs in frustration. She pulled sharply on her ankle cuffs. The eyebolts were set very deep into a concrete wall. They were very solid.
"No! I'm not comfortable!" Amy said with an annoyed or angry tone.
"Do you have any binding or pinching of the cuffs? Are they causing you any pain?" she asked.
Amy breathed deep. Took a pause and said, "No ... no pain."
"Okay," the nurse said with a smile. "I'll let the doctor explain the procedure. It doesn't take long. After that I'll release you and you can be on your way. How does that sound?"
"Okay I guess," Amy said, sounding none too happy.
The doctor had been watching the whole time. He stood up. "I know our methods seem unusual," he said. "But we've had good success," he said.
"Alright," Amy said.
"Now the procedure is quite simple," he said. "It should be quite easy for you, or for any young woman with ordinary self control. I'm going to apply some light stimulation to you. It'll be for 10 minutes. I'd just like you to control your feelings and to not have an orgasm during that time."
"An orgasm??" she blurted out.
"Yes," he said soothingly, "I'd like you *not* to have an orgasm. Does that make sense?"
"Oh God this can't be happening to me," she said, looking around the room. In frustration she again tugged hard at the cuffs on her wrists.
"I won't go ahead unless I have your permission," the doctor said.