When my back went out, a friend sent me to her cousin Vera, a doctor-in-training who didn’t charge me because she wasn’t licensed yet, but sure knew what she was doing.

After a few sessions, my back felt much better, but Vera said I should return for regular sessions. I wasn’t paying, and it sure felt fine.

In the fourth week Vera asked me to get naked. She said it was best for therapy. I was soon naked. It felt odd, but arousing. As the treatments continued — twice weekly, always naked (Vera never offered a gown or towel) — I tried to push erotic thoughts out of my mind. I would have been ashamed to admit that I liked the things Vera was doing to me.

In a typical session Vera greeted me with kisses on both cheeks and a soft embrace, then led me through her house to the therapy room, my heart pounding with anticipation and an urge to flee. She would close the door, lock it and have me undress, brushing my breasts as she helped lift my T-shirt over my head, feigning non-interest but watching intently as I unbuttoned my shorts and they fell to the floor, then helping unclasp my bra. I always turned away so she wouldn’t see my nipples harden while she slid my panties down.

Sometimes she said casually how sexy my body was. This particular day I thanked her as I hopped up on the table for whatever treatment was in store. The sessions always began with a massage, followed by that day’s treatment. The cushioned table was quite comfortable. It was actually designed for massages, with one glaring exception: It had stirrups at the foot of the table, just like a gynecologist would use.

I hoped (not seriously) that Vera would not use the stirrups today. Something about the thought of lying back on the table with my legs spread and my sex exposed for Vera was quite alarming, but at the same time, secretly, sexually thrilling. To date, Vera hadn’t made me use them, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my legs would be spread wide for her. Despite my apprehension about being bound in stirrups, my pussy juiced just from the thought of it.

As always I lay nervously on the table and waited for Vera to begin. “Let’s start on your upper back today,” she said as she poured warm oil on her hands and began to knead my shoulders. I let myself relax as she worked her magic down my back, working each muscle thoroughly. Then she did my arms and legs, and finished up with my hands and feet.

“Turn over,” she said.

I turned over, flat on my back, eyes closed. My bare nipples stood erect. Vera massaged my arms, then moved down to the front of my calves and thighs. I did my best to keep my legs closed. “Relax a bit, my pet,” she said sweetly, and eased my legs apart. I was aware of my juicing pussy feeling very exposed.

The front massage went very much the same. Vera had to be aware of how aroused I was, but for all the attention she paid to my breasts, she only ringed my pussy. I watched her closely and saw her nipples harden as she pulled and twisted my soft breasts!

But the massage, as I say, was merely the prelude to the day’s treatment. I had no idea what today’s would be. At length Vera said, “Okay, Miranda, time for your treatment. Today I need you up on your hands and knees.”

I got into position, and she placed a support-type bench under me. It was soft and padded, and I rested my mid-section on it, knowing I could remain in that position comfortably and securely for as long as was needed, with my ass and pussy exposed upward.

“Let’s get you locked in,” Vera said. She guided my hand toward the front of the cushion, then attached it to a cuff-type lock.

“No, Vera, please,” I said. “I don’t like this.”

“Miranda, you will do as I say.” After doing the same with my other hand, she said, “You need to be secure for your own safety, sweetie. I wouldn’t want you to fall off the table and hurt yourself.”

I could never resist Vera! Once my hands were secure, she moved to the back of the table and positioned my legs so my feet hung over the sides of the cushion with my legs open and my pussy exposed. With a short spreader bar she attached each cuff to my ankles. I thought, I’m really in for it today!

There was a large leather strap attached to the bottom of the massage table, which Vera pulled over the small of my back and locked into a receptacle on the other side. She pulled the remaining slack through the buckle, and I was firmly strapped in.

While Vera admired her work, I thought I saw a chill run through her. We’d never done anything like this, and I felt highly erotic being bound. I tested my bonds, verifying that there was no getting out until she released me. “Vera, I don’t know about this,” I said, but she cut me off, saying, “Shh, just relax, my pet. I’m going to take very good care of you.”

Vera walked around me, trailing her fingernails over my legs and back. “You just take it easy, dear. Let me do all the work, and we’ll be finished before you know it.” I shuddered as her hands trailed over my thighs, then up over my protruding ass to my lower back. I had goose bumps.

She settled her hand on my ass and rubbed, not penetrating me, but just touching along the outside edge of my ass down to my pussy. “I see you’re shaving for me,” she said, smiling, as her finger found my slit.

“As you instructed,” I said.

My voice cut off when Vera made contact with my outside pussy lips. “It looks very sexy on you,” she said, pressing her finger into my pussy folds. “How is that?”

“What do you mean?”

She said, “I’m asking how your pussy feels shaved.”

I let out a bit of a moan and replied, “Good, Vera. I like the feeling of air on it when I don’t wear panties.”

Vera continued running her finger patiently up and down my wet slit, her finger at times penetrating the wet folds. The treatment intensified. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” I said, excited as my official treatment began. Vera tortured my pussy, sliding her finger in and out and sometimes circling my erect clit but never touching it.

“You’re soaked,” she said, adding a bit more pressure. I moaned, trying to grind my pussy harder on her fingers, but restrained from doing so. My clit was hard now, and exposed outside its sheath. She pinched it between her fingers and rubbed hard. Her other hand found my G-spot inside, and she worked both over. All I could do was lie there. My breathing quickened and soon I was coated in a sheen of sweat that gave away my excitement.

“Today I have something special for you,” Vera said, suddenly stopping playing with my pussy. Whenever she stopped touching me, I felt empty and needy. I said, “Vera, I need to come.”

“Not yet,” she said. She took a large anal plug and a bottle of lubricant out of a drawer. I panted in anticipation. When she poured the cool lubricant liberally over my ass, I shivered. It dripped into my ass crack, over my aroused pussy and down my thighs. She poured more lubricant and massaged between my ass cheeks onto my hole, gently at first, then more insistently.

I’d never had my ass penetrated. I was aroused but guarded. “Vera, please, I’m not ready for this.” She continued to work her fingers over my ass while reassuring me: “Shhh, you know you want this in your ass.”

It was true. “Say it, Miranda!” she said, slapping my ass, hard, and then again, making me cry out.

“Beg me, Miranda!” Vera insisted. “You know what you want. Say it!”

As she continued spanking my ass, I begged her to do what no one had done. “Fuck my ass, Vera. Please fuck me now.” Tears ran down my cheeks. “Please, I need to come.” She stopped spanking me and increased the pressure on my ass. I was on fire. My body shook.

Vera resumed lubricating my ass and shifted abruptly back to her sweet self. “See, it’s not so bad. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, Vera, I’ll be a good girl for you,” I said, my body quivering. But I needed her permission to come.

Taking hold of the plug, Vera pressed the narrow tip against my hole. “Relax, my pet,” she said, adding a bit of pressure. “I’m going to work this in a bit.”

But my ass tightened. “I don’t know, Vera,” I said.

“Relax,” she said. “Don’t push. Just let yourself take it in.” She pushed harder and turned the plug slightly. I felt it sink in my tight asshole.

“There you go. Just let it fill you, Miranda. I’ll do the work. You just relax.”

I moaned as the plug filled me in a way I’d never felt. “It feels too big, Vera.”

She kept up her encouragement: “I know you can do it. This is going to make you feel so good.” As she pushed the plug in, with the other hand she reached beneath me and massaged my creaming pussy. “See,” she said, “your pussy knows how nice this feels. Think about how hard you’ll come for me later.”

I was shaking. Vera’s tone changed again. “Don’t you dare come until I say so.” Leaving my pussy alone, she continued to twist and push the plug in my ass. “We’re almost there,” she said. “Just a bit more, my pet. Relax for me, you can do it.”

The plug was almost buried in me. A bit more pressure and my ass would close around it. My body shook against the bonds. Sweat poured off me. Vera rubbed my pussy with her free hand, but only a little. She gave the plug a final push and twist, and it was in. I cried out. My tight ass held it in.

Vera stopped and smiled. “How’s that, my pet?” I just moaned, wanting to come.

As Vera reached up into one of the cabinets, she said, “You look wonderful. It’s time for your spanking.”

I snapped out of it. “Not today, please. Just make me come.” I struggled to get out of my bonds. “Vera, please don’t. I’ll do whatever you want, I promise.”

“I asked you a question. How does your pussy feel?”

“Good, Vera,” I said. “I just need to come.”

“And your ass?” she said. “How does it feel?”

“Good, Vera,” I whispered. “It’s so full. I’ve never had anything in there before.”

Now for the first time Vera moved in front of me and I could see her. Her red pants were soaked to her knees. Bending slightly, she held my face with one hand while with her other hand she brandished the paddle. “Look at me,” she ordered.

My glazed eyes struggled to make Vera out right in front of me. My hair was matted, my skin flushed. I was drenched in sweat. As her lips touched my mouth, I moaned and opened wider, letting her tongue probe further. She broke the kiss and asked sweetly, “Will you lick my pussy till I come?”

Hypnotized, I said, “Oh God, I’d love that.”

She slipped out of her soaked slacks. She wasn’t wearing panties. She moved her crotch closer and said, “Make me come, Miranda.”

My tongue probed her folds and found her clit, hard and pulsing. Now she began to thrust in sync with my tongue. It didn’t take long before she erupted.

The first blow of the paddle landed on my left thigh. I cried out. Next she struck my right thigh, leaving a pink mark. In all, she gave me ten strokes of the paddle, each time taking the time to square the paddle properly on my ass and thighs, and each time I cried out and my ass clamped tight around the butt plug. By the time she finished, I was a quivering mess — my face streaked with tears, my backside red and shiny, my pussy on fire.

“Do you want to come?” she panted, unable to mask her need to come again.

“Yes, please,” I begged.

She let go of the paddle and took a ten-inch cock-shaped vibrator out of a drawer, turned it on high and held it to my pussy. “Now you may come,” she cooed as she slid it in me in one stroke. I cried out as a shattering orgasm hit.

Vera fucked me hard with the toy while her other hand diddled my clit. “Yes,” she said, “come hard for me!” I shook and moaned, and my juices coated the hand with the vibrator. As the vibrator hit the floor, she groaned.

Forty minutes later, freshly showered, I found Vera at a small desk in the office, perusing paperwork. “Vera, I’m done,” I said. “I put the towel in the hamper.”

Not looking up, she said, “Next Thursday at three?”

“Actually,” I said, “I was hoping you could fit me in sooner. Monday, maybe?”

A hint of a smile crossed her face. Still not making eye contact, she flipped the page of her appointment book. “At 11, then. Don’t be late.”

I knew I wouldn’t be late. I took my time walking home, with wicked sensations still coursing through my body, which was sore but satisfied from the most intense experience of my life. I couldn’t wait until Monday.