Telemedicine Ch. 11: Host Service

I was waiting for her in her bedroom when she came out of the shower. She was wrapped in a towel, and when I turned to see her come in she dropped it to the floor, and struck a pose in the doorway, hip cocked, arms up on the doorframe, one leg crossed in front of the other. I was frozen by what I saw: the contrast between the femme fatale pose and the ironic look on her face. Her blond buzz-cut, her athletic body, her firm tits, and fuck... that fucking futuristic black chastity belt.

"You like what you see?" She asked. I'd seen her body before, but not like this. In the past it had been in the dark, during fumbly, drunken encounters. I knew she was hot, but now I was awestruck.

"Kat, you're beautiful," I said.

She seemed to soften for a moment, then she found her role again, and said, "OK, I really need a back rub. She picked up a bottle of body lotion that was on the dresser and handed it to me, then lay face down on the bed and said, "you know what to do."

I guess so, I thought to myself, and paused for a moment to admire her long, smooth back, the curve of her hips, her ass, obscenely split by the strap of the chastity belt that held her captive. I started to look closely at it now. It was entirely smooth, featureless, and seamless. I wondered briefly how that could be possible given the long-term wear scenario she was in. I was allowed to remove the plug from my ass for 15 minutes at a time, but how...

Kat coughed, and I realized that she was just lying there waiting. Fuck, I needed to show her that I wasn't a selfish asshole, and I was not off to a good start. I squirted some lotion onto her back, and she winced. "Fuck that's cold, JB," she said. "Warm that shit up next time." Fuck.

I started to work though, and as I did, my devices started to pulse gently--not the torture of a few moments ago, more like the gentle teasing and edging. I wondered if this was one of Kat's programs, or whether Dr P was somehow at work here too.

I got my answer a moment later, when the telemedicine app on Kat's phone started to chime. I could see the display: Dr. P wanted in on this moment.

"It's Doctor P," I said.

"Answer it," Kat said, not moving.

My hands were covered in lotion, I looked around for a towel or something, then wiped them off as best as I could on my chest and answered the call.

Dr. P's face appeared on the video. "Oh hello Jonathan. I was expecting to speak with Kat. Is she there?"

I figured she was just fucking with me, but I turned the camera to show Kat spread out on the bed and said, "She's right here. I was just giving her a massage."

"Would you kindly ask Kat to sit up?" Dr P asked. I heard the sarcasm in her voice. Kat rolled over, and I stared at her tits, still so new to me, as she came to sit next to me on the bed.

"That's better," said the doctor, who, as always, looked radiant. Perfectly pulled together, red lips, black hair pulled back tight, black turtleneck under her lab coat. "Kat," she said, "I've never seen you without a shirt before. Your breasts are magnificent! Stand up and let me take a good look at you."

I could tell that Kat was furious, but she didn't say a word. She stood and moved across the room. I flipped the camera around and did my best to get a good angle for the doctor.

"Spin around," said Dr. Popova, and Kat did. I admit that I was enjoying this show quite a bit myself.

"Alright Kat, on your knees, legs spread, hands behind your head," the doctor ordered.

"I'm not your slave, Dr. Popova," Kat said.

I watched Dr. P take that in, then turn to her control panel. I wasn't sure what she did, but I heard Kat gasp and fall to her knees.

"Did you like that shock, Kat," asked the doctor after a moment. "I hope that you liked it, because I enjoyed giving it to you. Now, I would also enjoy it if you assumed the posture that I requested. I'm happy either way, so what will it be?"

Kat knelt, spread her legs, put her hands behind her head. I watched this unfold with a mix of arousal, concern, and dread. As in, damn this is hot. As in, I hope Kat is OK. As in, oh fuck what if I'm next?

As if reading my mind, Dr. P said, "Jonathan, tonight you are going to watch as I work with Kat. Pay close attention. There will be numerous lessons for you here, and your homework will be to send me an email by tomorrow morning that describes what you have learned. Is that clear?"

I turned the camera to face me and said, "Yes Doctor."

She smiled at me and then said, "Good. Now turn the camera back on Kat and make sure I have a good view of everything that happens for the rest of this call. Is that clear?" I nodded and did what she said.

I framed Kat in the video. She was still breathing hard from the shock Dr P had administered. Her nipples were hard. Her chest was flushed. I couldn't tell if she was raging or turned on. Or maybe it was both.

"Kat," Dr P said. "Clearly you are familiar with the capabilities of the belt you are wearing. It can be used to inflict pain, as you just experienced. But we both know that you put it on because you knew that it could also administer pleasure."

I saw Kat's face change at that moment, saw her hips give a tiny little movement that betrayed what she was feeling.

"I have activated the clitoral stimulation, Kat," she said. "Do you like that?"

Kat was clearly still burning mad, but she said, "I do."

"Very good," said the doctor. "I will give you an orgasm tonight while Jonathan watches. I want him to be able to see what your arousal looks like. This is a very important part of the next stage of his therapy."

I watched Kat as the belt went to work on her. At first, she held very still, not wanting to betray herself and allow Dr. P to control her. But soon, her breathing became more rapid. She bit her lip. Her eyes closed.

"I can see your data, Kat," said Dr. P. "You are becoming very aroused. Jonathan, can you see what Kat's arousal looks like?"

"Yes," I said, keeping the camera pointed at Kat. In truth, both of us were becoming aroused. I couldn't be certain, but it felt as though my devices had been turned up a little bit too. Were they tracking with Kat's arousal level?

"Doctor," Kat said, "It's become hard for me to hold this position."

The doctor's reaction was instantaneous and furious. At that moment, my balls exploded in pain, and I heard Kat scream and saw her double over. Then the pain was over and everything went back to the way it was a moment ago--slow massaging on my cock and balls. I saw Kat drag herself back into position.

"I don't care about your discomfort, Kat," the doctor said. "This is a teaching moment, and you will participate in this lesson. Now, be quiet and listen." She paused, seeming to collect herself, then continued. "You both may have noticed that I have linked the programming of your devices. When Kat feels pleasure, Jonathan feels pleasure. When Kat feels pain, Jonathan will feel pain. This linked programming will not always be in effect, but for the rest of the evening, it will remain that way. This mode is important, Jonathan. You will consider what this mode means and write about it in your report to me. Kat, you will consider this as well as you experience this lesson."

I saw Kat take a deep breath. She drew herself back into position, her chest rising and falling, her eyes in the middle distance, sweat starting to form between her tits and on her upper lip.

"Kat," said the doctor, "You may move your hands to your breasts. Show Jonathan how you like to be stimulated there while the belt provides pleasure to your clitoris."

Oh shit, this was way better than my internet research!

I saw Kat move her hands to her tits. She started lightly stroking around her breasts, which surprised me. I would have thought she would have gone straight for her nipples, which stood out like pink bullets on her chest. But she just circled and circled lightly with her nails. She bit her lip again, and her eyes narrowed. I felt my own devices start to work harder. Jesus it felt good. I could only guess what Kat was feeling.

Kat started moaning and moving her hips. I was transfixed, watching her hips circle, her hands work on her chest. Finally, she reached for her nipples and started squeezing and pulling. I made a note of the motion in my head. I could almost feel my own nipples get hard. I certainly felt my hips moving, trying to get some friction anywhere, trying to get enough stimulation to cum.

I heard Dr Popova say quietly, "she's going to cum now, Jonathan," and that seemed to break the dam. I saw Kat's body convulse, saw her lose control of her upper body, fall to the ground, move her hands between her legs. "Oh god, oh god!" she moaned.

I thought it would stop, but it didn't. It kept going. I was confused. This was so much longer, more intense than when Kat had cum during our video calls. Kat was now writhing on the floor, mumbling over and over, "oh god, please stop, oh god p[lease stop, please stop, no more, oh god please!"

"Jonathan," said Dr. P, "this too is an important lesson. A woman is very sensitive after her orgasm. While some women may like the stimulation to continue, for most women, you should back off, let them recover. You should not do what I am doing now, which is to continue to provide a very high level of stimulation. Most women will experience this as too intense, almost painful. Can you see that?"

I could indeed. Kat was just babbling now, almost foaming at the mouth, "oh god stop oh god stop oh god pleeease...."

"I can see Dr. P," I said. My devices hadn't stopped yet either, and I thought I was going to cum from all of this--the touch of the devices, Kat convulsing on the floor.

"Good," said the doctor, and I felt everything stop. I saw Kat go limp on the floor, panting, trying to get her breath back.

"Now," said the doctor, "This is the final portion of tonight's lesson. This is very important, so pay attention. Jonathan, it is your job to provide care for Kat in this moment. Take the blanket from her bed and wrap her in it. Hold her until she recovers, then provide care for her until you are dismissed. Is that clear?"

I turned the camera to me and nodded. Dr P hung up.

It was clear. Exceptionally clear.