A Woman in Despair

It felt like only moments had passed before Rodrick finished the examination. I looked at him nervously as I got dressed in my damp clothes.

When I lowered my head, I couldn't help but notice the prominent, unmistakable bulge in his pants.

He adjusted his glasses and gave me a serious look. "The examination confirms that it is indeed a severe addiction. I suggest that you come here daily for release therapy until we see improvement."

I hesitated, but the thought of living with this hunger and sickness forever made me agree at once.

That evening, before returning to the clinic for my first official appointment, I tried to soothe the ache at home.

As I lay back on the familiar exam table, I shyly stripped off my clothes. I could feel Rodrick's rough, slightly calloused fingers grazing my most sensitive areas.

My eyes had lost their clarity and blurred under a thin sheen of moisture.

"It's too much," I blurted. The words escaped me before I could stop them.

I could feel his long fingers sliding downward and gently slipping inside. The hollow ache inside me eased slightly as the emptiness was filled.

As a series of thrilling sensations washed over me, soft, involuntary moans escaped my lips in the quiet clinic.

Rodrick's rough fingers pressed on my tiny bud as he rasped, "Like this? Does it help, or—"

Before he could finish, he exerted deliberate force into his fingers and rubbed against the bud. The stimulation left me squirming and writhing against the bed, overwhelmed by the ache.

"Doctor… I don't think I can hold on."

After I cried out, he reached into a drawer and produced a cylindrical device, then showed it to me. "Even if you can't, you still have to endure a little longer. It'll only get harder if you can't even manage the first day."

I could only nod obediently. When the cold surface of the device pressed against me, a muffled gasp escaped my lips. The sensation filled me with utter satisfaction, and my body reacted instantly.

I shuddered all over and shed tears from feeling too overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensation.

Rodrick observed me for a moment, then nodded in approval. "You're taking it well. Next time, we can try something larger."

Feeling utterly uncomfortable, I gripped his fingers, and tears welled up in my eyes. "When will this end, doctor? It's too cold—I can't take it anymore."

Rodrick gently stroked my hair. Before I could react, he withdrew the device and leaned in, gently sticking out his tongue to lick my sensitive skin again and again…

The air seemed charged with a strange intimacy, wrapping tightly around us. I curled my toes as a wave of pure pleasure crashed through me.

Looking up at him with dazed eyes, I silently begged him to come closer and dive deeper into me…