Just Follow the Protocol – Fetish

She is such a sweet and caring person. When it comes to sex, she is very hesitant and shy. So when I saw her in our lab this morning, I was surprised that she agreed to participate in this experiment. Maybe she was just as curious as I was. This situation meant a bit more paperwork because of this conflict of interest, but we decided that it was worth it. She has at all times been very helpful and cooperative in the past, and I knew she would be perfect for this experiment. Many people have volunteered for this, but few have actually followed through with it.

She’s also a bit naive and compliant when it comes to authority. So when the experiment supervisor instructed her to remove her clothes, she just did. She was eager to do anything else they would ask, if it meant being helpful. Of course, her face was now flushed red, but she managed to keep calm and professional. Then the supervisor motioned toward the chair in the middle of the room, and asked her to sit in it. She complied, looking like she wasn’t really sure what was gonna happen. But she trusted the process. However, when the assistants started securing her arms and legs to the chair with wide, sturdy straps, she became hesitant and started visibly doubting her decision to participate. She read the protocol and agreed to it at the start of this session, so she knew that the assistants were just doing their jobs. But she still looked a little scared about what was gonna happen next. Another two straps secured her shoulders in place. She tried wiggling, but was unable to move at all. I have seen participants in this exact situation many times before, but seeing her there, with the thick leather straps against her pale freckled skin, it all felt very surreal. Like I was seeing her in a dream. I don’t think she’s been restrained like this before. The supervisor noticed her discomfort and reassured her that everything was gonna be alright. Then he instructed the assistants to begin the procedure.

The first thing they did was to apply a series of electrodes to her temples and forehead. The next set of electrodes went on her chest. The supervisor then placed a collar with wires hanging from it on her neck. They then placed a VR helmet over her head and began securing it in place with more straps. She said she was feeling a little claustrophobic. Someone put a small device in her mouth, and the supervisor told her to bite down on it. The supervisor then disinfected her arm, and told her “Just a little sting,” inserting a needle into one of her veins.

Then the supervisor gave her one last instruction: “Just relax and let the procedure take its course. We’re right here with you, keeping an eye on everything.” She looked very exposed and vulnerable, her breathing appeared deep but slow.

I know her since my university days. She was at all times very keen to help out with research and experiments. I didn’t know her name then, but I remembered her face. She at all times projected this aura of dignity and refinement, competence and professionalism. But here she was, completely helpless and at the mercy of this procedure.

I was also feeling a bit uneasy about this. It was one thing to have sex with her in the privacy of our own bedroom. But watching her like this… it felt very intimate somehow. Like I was seeing her completely naked for the first time.

One of the assistants started operating that big machine to which all cables were attached. She jolted a bit with surprise, but the straps held her down securely. The supervisor and another assistant were both taking notes, while the rest of us just watched.

The machine started making a deep humming sound, and she jolted again, this time with a little shriek. I could see her breath rate increasing, and her chest was heaving. The assistant operating the machine was making adjustments, and the deep humming sound changed pitch several times. She started moaning softly, her head moving from side to side as if she was lost in some sort of dream. A thin layer of sweat was forming on her skin. Then her body began convulsing and she arched her back as far as the straps would allow. She now screamed loudly, and I could see tears running down her cheeks beneath the VR helmet. The machine worked her relentlessly, and I could see the straps stretching and creaking under the strain. A bit of saliva was dripping around the device in her mouth, and landed on her sweaty, heaving chest.

She was now starting to calm down a bit. Her body was still convulsing and her breathing was laboured, but the screams had stopped. She just moaned softly now, her head lolling to one side. The supervisor called for a break, and the assistant operating the machine switched it off. The remaining tension in her body has disappeared, and she lay limp in the chair. The supervisor has taken the device out of her mouth, and asked “How are you feeling?”

She just moaned in response and tried to catch her breath. She was still sweating, and her face was red.

The supervisor asked, “Are you feeling any pain?”

She shook her head weakly, and managed to croak out “No.”

“And do you want to continue?”

She again nodded weakly. The supervisor replaced the device in her mouth, and instructed the assistant to begin the machine again. It hummed to life, and she was soon lost in her dreams once more.

The session continued for another hour or so. I don’t know how many times she convulsed and screamed, but it was a lot. She was covered in sweat by the end of it, and her breathing was very laboured. The supervisor called for another break, and this time he instructed the assistants to remove the VR helmet and electrode pads. They did as they were told, while he undid the straps securing her to the chair. She was still moaning softly, and crying intermittently. He then helped her to stand up, and she nearly collapsed into his arms. He instructed one of the assistants to help him take her into the adjoining room, where they would perform a detailed checkup.

The rest of us just sat there in stunned silence until they came back a few minutes later. The supervisor reported that she was doing fine. Then he asked her, “How are you feeling?”

She looked down at her hands, which were now trembling uncontrollably. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself before looking up and saying softly, “I feel…different. I can’t really explain it.”

“Please try to describe it as best you can.”

She wondered for a while, and then said, “It’s like I’ve been…awakened. I can feel things more deeply now. Colours are brighter, and sounds are sharper. And I feel more…connected to everything around me. It’s hard to explain, but it feels wonderful!”

The supervisor nodded in understanding, and then asked her if she was eager to continue with the experiment. She eagerly agreed, and so the assistants helped her back into the chair and began strapping her in again. The machine was switched on, and she was soon lost in its spell once more, reduced to a puddle of sweat and tears.

The session continued like this for another 2 hours or so. And then the time finally came for us to progress to the final stage of the experiment: manual stimulation by one of us, while she was being stimulated electrically. The supervisor and the assistant who was taking notes walked over to her, while everyone else just sat there in stunned silence waiting for what would happen next.

The supervisor instructed one of the assistants standing by to bring a tray with numerous devices on it: gloves, lubricant, neurostimulator, and towels. Then he asked “Are you ready?” She nodded weakly but firmly and said “Yes”

Now was my time to step in. According to the protocol, I was supposed to be the one who would interact with her during the final stage of the experiment. She wouldn’t know it was me who touched her, but she knew I would be present for this. I didn’t know how to feel about this. In the privacy of our own bedroom, I wouldn’t even give it a second wondered. But now, here in the lab, with all these people watching…it felt very strange. But I knew it had to be done.

I donned gloves, grabbed the neurostimulator from the tray and attached it to my finger, and applied some electrogel on it. I approached her. She was still moaning and crying softly, her head lolling to one side. I looked at the supervisor for permission, and he nodded. I swallowed. I touched her labia with my left hand to spread them, so I could correctly position the stimulator where it needed to be. She jolted at my touch and made a high-pitched squeak.

I took a deep breath, and positioned the stimulator directly on her clitoris. I could see that it was already swollen and engorged with blood. She yelped softly, her breathing intensified, and her whole body tensed up with my touch. I knew what was coming next, but I still couldn’t believe it. I slowly turned the intensity of the stimulation up and started massaging her clitoris with it, and she began moaning loudly. Her hips were thrusting hard against the restraints, and her breathing became shallow and fast. I could see her face flushed red, and her body getting covered in sweat again. She was lost in ecstasy, and I knew that she wouldn’t be able to last much longer. It didn’t take long, and her breathing was coming in short gasps. She was getting close to orgasm now, so I backed off on the stimulation, and she calmed down a bit.

The supervisor told her “Please remember not to reach an orgasm at this time, as it would interfere with the results of the experiment.”

She nodded weakly, and took a few deep breaths to compose herself. I could see the conflict in her. She was clearly enjoying the stimulation, but at the same time, she knew that it was wrong somehow. That she shouldn’t be letting strangers do this to her. But she trustingly went along with it, because she wanted to help out with the research.

I started touching her again, and she quickly got lost in ecstasy again. Muscles in her body tensed up again, and she began moaning once more. But this time she was able to control herself better. I continued stimulating her for what felt like hours. I had to back off a few more times as she was getting too close, but eventually, she was able to maintain a plateau of pleasure for an extended period. We were synchronised, she must have known it was me by now.

When the time came, the supervisor nodded at me, and I knew what that meant. I was supposed to bring my partner over the edge, right here in front of everyone. I felt my heart racing, and my palms were now sweating under the gloves. I turned the stimulator up to its highest setting, and massaged her clitoris with it as hard as I could. I put the fingers of my other hand inside her.

She screamed loudly, her whole body convulsed and shuddered, thrashing against the restraints. Her hips bucked hard off the chair as waves of pleasure coursed through her, and she looked like she was about to be torn aside by sheer bliss. Then finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore, and reached her orgasm. Her pelvic muscles spasmed around my fingers rhythmically as she rode out her orgasm, while her vaginal juices flowed freely around the stimulator.

The smell of sex was heavy in the air, mixed with the smell of sweat and fear.

Her whole body convulsed violently for what seemed like a long time, and she shouted something unintelligible at the top of her lungs, muffled through the device in her mouth, yet loud enough to make my ears ring. The intense contractions gradually subsided, and she just lay there panting heavily, sweat covering her entire body, with a satisfied grin on her face.

She seemed out of it, and didn’t react much when the assistants were removing the electrodes, straps, and other devices from her body. The supervisor asked her how she was feeling, but all she could do was give him a dazed look and mutter something incoherently. He nodded understandingly, and told her that she could get up and get dressed before the debriefing. She stayed on the chair for a few more minutes, gathering herself.

She got up with some help from the assistants, and they helped her dry up and get dressed. She was offered a glass of water, which she downed in one go. Her hands were shaking, and she was still panting heavily. The supervisor then started asking her questions.

“How are you feeling now?”

She looked around the room, as if she wasn’t really sure where she was. Then she shook her head and said, “I feel…amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life. It was intense and overwhelming, but it also felt…right somehow. Like this is what I was meant to do.”

“How does it feel being brought so close to orgasm without actually reaching one?”

“It’s torture!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “It’s like…you’re touching my soul. I can feel everything so deeply. It’s wonderful and terrible at the same time. I never knew that something like this was possible.”

“And how do you feel about being watched by all these people while going through this?”

She blushed and looked down at the floor, but then she raised her head and said defiantly, “I don’t care. I’m here to help out with the research however I can. If this is what it takes, then so be it.”

“And how do you feel about your partner being the one to touch you during the final stage?”

This time, she looked directly at me with a piercing gaze, and I could see the heat in her eyes. “I trust her implicitly,” she said firmly. “She’s shown herself to be a good and caring person. And I know that she would never do anything to hurt me.” Then she paused for a moment, and added more softly, “I also know that she cares for me deeply.”

The supervisor nodded, and then said gently, “And how do you feel about what just happened between the two of you?”

She looked down at her hands, and was quiet for a long time. Then she raised her head, and I could see the tears in her eyes. “I feel… I’m not sure how to explain it,” she said softly. “But I know that this is something special between the two of us. Something we share that nobody else does.”

“And would you be willing to participate in another session?”

There was a long pause, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She was clearly torn between what she wanted and what she wondered was right. “Yes!” she said after consideration. “I want to help out with the research however I can. This is incredible, and we need to learn more about it.”

The debriefing went on for a while longer, but eventually, it was time for her to go home. She thanked everyone for their help before heading for the door. But before leaving, she turned around one last time to look at me. And in that moment, I saw a deep understanding in her eyes. She knew what had just happened between us, even though we never said a word to each other during this entire experiment. And I knew that there would be no going back for either of us after this experience.

And then she left, door automatically closing behind her.

Everyone else was now looking at me.

The supervisor said to me “Well done. You followed the protocol perfectly.”

I just stood there for a few seconds in stunned silence before I was able to form words again. “Um…thank you?” was all I could say.

He continued “Now it’s time for your debriefing. Please come with me into the other room so we can talk about what happened today.” I nodded and followed him into the adjoining room. A minute later, the door closed behind us with a soft hiss.

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