The Governors Daughter Pt 02

This story includes mild bondage and forced orgasms. If you find these themes objectionable, please move on to another story.

The story is set in Florida 20 years in the future. All characters, politicians, and the law requiring "Reorientation Treatment" for homosexuality are figments of my imagination. The law is merely a plot device; I think such laws are abhorrent and believe the government has no business regulating consensual adult sexual activities.

The judge's sentence

The bailiff called, "All rise! The honorable Judge Brown is presiding."

The courtroom quieted, and Judge Brown spoke. "First, I thank the defendant for her courage and cooperation. Secondly, I want to apologize. Although I knew of the effectiveness of the testing process, I did not realize quite how uncomfortable it would be for you. I also did not know that the technician would be so... playful, shall we say. I contacted the institute yesterday to express my outrage, and the technician was fired."

"The test did convince me that you were telling the truth and did not participate willingly in the perversion we witnessed at the party. However, the statute is flawed in giving no room for judicial discretion. It calls for at least 6 months of Reorientation Treatment for any homosexual offense. Consequently, I must order such a penalty for you."

"Before you despair, I am offered discretion is in defining the treatment. After reviewing your results with the institute's doctors, we agree you do not need residential treatment. My sentence is that you must wear a Reorientation device and receive Outpatient Reorientation Treatment for 6 months. The sentence will begin 60 days from today."

He spoke to Patty directly, "I understand you plan to attend the state university this fall. Outpatient treatment requires weekly visits to a Reorientation clinic. There is one on campus, and I've been assured that you can schedule your weekly sessions around your class schedule and any other collegiate obligations. I wish you well in your future endeavors and hope you understand this is as lenient as I can be."

Her father and her lawyer broke into big smiles. "Great news, that's about the best possible sentence you could hope for," the lawyer said, hugging Patty.

"I understand the outpatient stuff, but what is the Reorientation Device?" Patty worried aloud.

"Don't worry about that now," her father exclaimed. "Let's celebrate!"

Once home, Patty stayed in her room except to run, swim, and eat her meals. Physical activity was the only thing that could take her mind off the deep humiliation she felt. She quickly abandoned her social media after seeing the first few humiliating posts.

It didn't help that when Patty pleaded to go to an out-of-state school where she wouldn't be recognized, the Governor roared, "No daughter of mine is going to go to an out-of-state school!" Then, more calmly, he tried to soothe Patty's nerves, "Look, it will blow over before you know it. There's always another scandal. By the time school starts, it will all be forgotten."

Her parents sent Patty to a psychologist, hoping to break her depression in time to start classes in the fall. He helped put events in perspective, suggested some readings, and dealt deeply with her feelings. He helped her identify conflicting feelings of arousal, humiliation, and guilt. He gave her hope she would be able to manage them.

In their 5th session, he led Patty in a deep relaxation exercise. While relaxed, the therapist had her watch the trial videos simply as an observer. When she watched the final video, her nipples stiffened, and her pussy moistened as she watched the machine edge her repeatedly. By the explosive climax at the end of the test, her shorts had a large wet spot, and she moaned in memory of the experience.

The psychologist stopped it, and they discussed her and his obvious arousal and how it was a completely natural reaction. He showed that he wasn't embarrassed by his obvious erection, nor did anyone in the courtroom appear to be troubled. He explained, "Arousal is a natural physical response, not shameful. You can be comfortable with it.

He prompted, "What were your thoughts while watching it as an outside observer?"

"I have to say it was hot!"

"Yes, it was. You're a beautiful and sexy woman! People were fascinated, not repelled. Remember that feeling when you feel guilty or ashamed," he concluded.

After a few more sessions, she began to come out of her funk. Returning to social media, she saw that her father was correct. Her ordeal had been mostly forgotten. She called some friends, and life returned to near normal.

The deep humiliation had a positive side effect, too. Her friends appreciated the changes. Patty was less bitchy and nicer to people in general. Most importantly, both she and her parents decided she would start college as planned.

Though she had relaxed, she didn't forget her public humiliation. To reduce the likelihood of being recognized from the trial's media coverage, Patty cut her hair and changed her makeup. She no longer looked like a glamour model; she looked like the healthy athlete she was. When meeting someone new, she introduced herself as Tricia.

The Device. Measurement and Fitting

Patty's first appointment for reorientation treatment was ten days before she was due to start school. Although she had no idea what to expect, she feared the worst: that the device would be obvious and painful, that the treatment would be torture, and that the technicians would enjoy humiliating her.

She was politely directed to a typical medical examination room, told to disrobe, and put on the gown provided. The tall, honey-skinned blond admired herself in the mirror, proud of her high, round C-cup breasts, prominent nipples, and flat stomach.

Donning the gown, her tension lessened at the familiar surroundings. When an older, handsome man entered and introduced himself as Dr. Stratford, his calm, soothing voice reassured her.

"First, let me apologize for the rudeness of the technician who administered your sexual preference exam. He exceeded proper procedures and has been fired. I assure you our goal is treatment, not public humiliation.

"Some procedures may be distasteful, but today's visit is simple and painless. You'll have a gynecological exam and a full-body scan to take measurements. We use the measurements to customize a device for your body and then test its fit. The day concludes with an orientation session.

"But first, there's a little preparation. Please take these two disposable enemas into the restroom and cleanse yourself. Rinse using the bidet. Towels and washrags are available to dry yourself. This also would be a good time to pee."

Seeing her disapproving face, the doctor interjected before she could complain, "Please comply with my instructions. Orderlies are available to force compliance, but your visit will be quicker and much more pleasant if you comply willingly."

Defeated, Patty did as she was told and returned to the exam room.

"One of the requirements of the program is that your genitals and rear be hair-free. You'll receive an automated laser treatment today and as needed during your weekly sessions. You may feel a slight tingling, but it shouldn't be painful. Please disrobe; you won't need your gown for the next few procedures."

Patty was surprised she didn't feel embarrassed at her nudity in front of the doctor, she attributed it to his professional demeanor.

He directed Patty to sit on a saddle-like seat atop a low pedestal. Once she settled into place, she felt the middle of the saddle fall away, leaving her crotch and ass completely exposed. She jumped when she felt dual probes begin separating her labia, then jumped again when she felt a spray of cooling gel."

The doctor reassured, "The manipulation you feel is to ensure you're completely hair-free; the gel will keep you cool as the lasers do their work. As you'll learn, we're very thorough. Don't be startled when the probes move to your rear. Now make yourself comfortable; this will take a while."

After completing the process, the doctor handed Patty a jar of soothing cream and said, "There's occasionally a bit of discomfort after the first one or two laser treatments. Apply this cream now and for the next few days, and you should be fine."

When Patty headed toward the bathroom to comply, the doctor stopped her. "Please do that here so I can assure you get full coverage, and I can examine your skin to ensure there's no allergic reaction."

Patty blushed at touching herself in front of the doctor. The blush deepened when she discovered that the treatment had left her very sensitive and that she was turning herself on. She felt her nipples stiffen and her channel moisten. "Not now!" she thought.

"Don't forget your ass and between the cheeks," the doctor ordered.

The gynecological exam was mildly embarrassing when the doctor lubed and inserted the Callascope, but otherwise familiar to Patty.

He led Patty to a high-tech scanning booth. "Step inside, place your feet on the outlines, and follow the prompts on the screen."

Patty complied. The scanner played light beams up and down her naked body, occasionally directing her to raise her arms or close her eyes. When the scan finished, she was directed to exit the scanner.

When she reached for her robe, the doctor stopped her and said, "Not quite yet. We have one more set of measurements to take. These last two are somewhat intrusive but should not hurt."

He directed Patty to return to the saddle where she got the laser treatment. This time, he secured Patty's feet to the footrests and explained, "You need to be immobile so this can get accurate vaginal and anal measurements. You may feel a slight pressure as the probes are inserted."

Patty jerked, exclaiming, "What? Why anal?" Remembering her humiliating court test, she cried, "Is this going to make me cum in front of you? I don't want that!"

Using his most calming tone, the doctor reassured her, "No, that's part of the treatment regimen; this is simply taking measurements. You won't cum unless you're already aroused and highly orgasmic. I assume you're an anal virgin from your other question. The reorientation program encourages all types of heterosexual sex, that includes anal and oral as well as vaginal."

"Please relax and settle. This will be over in a few minutes."

Still disturbed by the thought of anal sex, Patty complied. He started the machine, and the middle of the saddle dropped away. Patty was startled when she felt a finger-sized lubricated probe gently parting her labia, seeking her vaginal entrance. Once found, it slowly and gently pushed into her tight chamber.

She expected it to stop after about 3 inches, like the test probe, but it continued pushing deeper. "Hey, isn't it supposed to stop after 3 inches?"

"No, this isn't like the test probe. This one will expand to find your depth and width. We don't want to hurt you during your training exercises."

Patty's nipples stiffened as she felt the probe expand. Even though it wasn't stroking, the immense fullness turned her on. She started to provide her own lubrication and began to blush. She had never felt her pussy so stretched and filled.

Her next surprise was feeling two smaller probes inserted above the vaginal probe. They moved slowly upward, parting her lips until they found her clitoral hood and gently parted it to expose her sensitive nub. When another probe began gently stimulating her clit, Patty cried, "You said it wouldn't make me cum in front of you!"

"Oh, I doubt you'll come. It will stop once your clitoris stops expanding," the doctor replied. "I never said the tests won't be arousing, just that they won't be painful."

"That's almost as bad. It's going to leave me hanging!" Patty thought.

Firmly held in place by the foot restraints and the inserted probe, Patty winced when she felt a lubricated probe slip between her butt cheeks. It found her entrance and repeated the process of the vaginal probe. It also expanded and extended as far as it could.

As it expanded, Patty could feel her insides shift, and the two probes stimulated the wall between her two channels. She was pleasantly surprised that the pressure was more stimulating than painful. She secreted more lubrication; her vagina gripped the intruder, and she began to drip. She had never imagined such a feeling of complete fullness. She sighed in regret when the machine suddenly withdrew the clitoral probe, followed quickly by the others, the internal probes shrinking as they withdrew.

The doctor released her feet, helped her off the saddle, returned her gown, and announced, "Now we wait. I'll go work on some paperwork and return when the device is ready. It should take about thirty minutes or so. Feel free to masturbate while you wait."

Patty blushed at the suggestion, but as soon as the door closed, she lay back on the table and began squeezing a nipple and toying with her nub, seeking release after the intense stimulation. She curled her fingers into her slick channel seeking her special spot, while using her palm to rub her throbbing clit. She felt her muscles grip her fingers, but after the immense fullness of the probe, her fingers felt inadequate.

She quaked in frustration, struggling to cum, wishing she had a dildo. Finally, her vagina clasped her fingers, her body made a quick spasm and settled. Although she came, she found it unsatisfying and was still horny. She found paper towels and quickly dried herself and the exam table before donning her gown. When she finally sat and tried to relax, she was surprised that there were only a few minutes left before the doctor returned.

The doctor rapped at the door, then entered without waiting for a response. "Here it is," he announced.

Patty was shocked to see that the device appeared to be a gold-colored bra and panty set. Her surprise showed on her face.

"Quite amazing, isn't it? You're fortunate to receive the newest model. It was just released a month ago, and you're the first outpatient client to receive one. Although it appears to be fabric, it's made of advanced, active nanomaterials. Let's check its fit. Please remove your robe."

Patty slid the panties up her legs and settled them into place. She appreciated their fit and comfort. "Not so bad after all," she thought.

She slipped on the strapless bra, admiring how seamlessly and comfortably it molded to her form. She ran her fingers over the material and luxuriated in its satin-like feel.

"Next, we need to apply two additional sensors," the doctor continued. "These are subdermal but are applied as stickers. Let me place these stickers on your palms... all done! You might feel a slight tingling sensation. Let me know if it becomes painful, and I'll give you some ointment."

When Patty showed no adverse reaction to the palm sensors, the doctor said, "The device will implant similar sensors around your nipples and your clitoris. Don't worry; if you choose to return the device at the end of treatment, these can also be painlessly removed."

"Why would I want to keep it?" Patty asked.

"Most subjects find its reward methods quite satisfying, as you'll discover during orientation.

The doctor picked up a tablet, made a few gestures, and said, "Let's connect you to the system."

Patty felt a slight click at her hip, followed by the material tightening around her crotch. It still felt soft and comfortable but formed a prominent camel toe that outlined her slightly protruding inner lips. She felt a similar click in her bra strap, followed by a subtle tightening that conformed so closely to her breasts that they appeared painted.

Watching her reaction, the doctor explained, "That's the nanomaterials reacting to commands from the control unit in the waistband and bra strap. Please attempt to remove the panties."

Patty unsuccessfully tried getting her fingers under the waistband, then tried the leg holes, and finally tried to grip the material over her hips, each time failing to budge the stubborn device. She looked at the doctor with frustration.

"Yes, it should be impossible for you to remove the panties. Required items can only be removed in a Reorientation Center. Now, try to remove the bra."

Patty was surprised that the bra quickly came free.

The doctor explained, "I temporarily set the bra requirement to optional."

"But how can I pee?"

"Let's move you to the commode, and you'll see."

They moved to the attached bathroom and directed Patty to sit on the commode. A moment after she settled onto the seat, Patty felt the fabric of her panties retract upwards, entirely exposing her vulva as well as most of her ass.

"The artificial intelligence and the sensors in the device detect that you're in the position to eliminate waste and react accordingly. Pretend you've peed, and see what happens when you wipe."

Still damp from her earlier masturbation, Patty was glad for a chance to wipe and did so without a problem.

"Leave your hand there for a moment or two longer," he requested.

After a few seconds, Patty felt the device quickly cover her entirely, and the material stiffened.

"Why did it do that?" she asked.

"I temporarily set it to restrict masturbation. When the sensors in the panties detected the sensors in your hand lingering, it acted to prevent you from stimulating yourself. In this mode, it acts as a chastity belt."

"Stand up, and I'll demo another feature you will hopefully use. Remember, the whole purpose of reorientation training is to encourage heterosexual activity. Notice what happens when I rub my fingers along your vulva."

Before Patty could think to object, he slid his fingers over the fabric between her lips; the fabric appeared to dissolve and retract entirely into the slightly thicker waistband, leaving Patty's snatch fully exposed.

Removing his finger, the doctor explained, "The device detected that I was a human from my skin oils and quickly made you available for sexual activity. It can even tell the difference between males and females."

"The orientation session will demonstrate the reward features I mentioned. Other than recharging, the last thing I need to demonstrate is the punishment feature. Before you get worried, let me reassure you that the punishment is not part of your regular treatment, and you can easily avoid it by following the rules."

"I'll return the system to requiring the bra. Tell me what you're feeling," he directed while holding the bra so she couldn't put it on.

After a few moments, Patty reported, "I just felt a click on my right hip. Now, there's a click on both hips. The clicks are getting faster."

"That's a warning that you're out of compliance. When the clicks become continuous, you have 30 seconds to comply before punishment begins."

The doctor looked at his tablet and said, "OK, there are 30 seconds left. The clicks should be continuous. OK, here we go: 10, 9... 3, 2, 1!"

Patty leapt off the table and screamed, "Shit! That hurt like hell."

"Sorry, but I had to demo it. Put on the bra to comply," he apologized as he handed her the garment. "As you probably could tell, it gave an electrical shock directly to your clitoris. If you hadn't complied, it would continue applying shocks at shorter and shorter intervals while increasing the voltage. If you had been wearing the bra during punishment, it would have been shocking your nipples, too.

The doctor instructed Patty to install a client app on her phone, explaining that all collected data was protected as confidential medical information. The app would allow her to run diagnostics, interpret device warnings, use phone sensors to provide contextual information to the system, and choose the styles of the bra and panties.