Shapes and Colors

“Alright… I’ll let you do the honors,” a sultry voice drifted through the darkness as the sound of a clipboard being pulled from its perch hit my senses jarringly.

For an unknown length of time I had been waiting in some sort of bed, contemplating my existence as my consciousness drifted back to reality. With a weak effort I pushed myself back against the headboard.

“Honors?” I slurred. “Take off my bandages?”

“Yes, take off your bandages and tell me what you see.”

Putting my hands to my temples, I felt around the cloth at its shape and texture, it was tightly secured around my head. After a moment I found of lip of hardened cloth behind my head and pulled at it - releasing the familiar sound of velcro.

*pop pop pop*

Soon it was loose and I cupped it as it fell away from my face. Light first peaked through before blindingly flooding my… sight.

“Oh my god, this is… crazy.”

Samantha chuckled softly, “It really is, isn’t it?”

Everything was blindingly bright but quickly dimmed and suddenly shapes and colors danced around by vision in unusual ways. I tried to keep my ‘eyes’ still but even so they moved, jiggled, and morphed around my focus.

“Somethings wrong, I’m feeling a bit nauseous… I can’t focus on anything.”

Suddenly, a shaped seemed to slide and morph to my side before reaching out towards me as I felt a soft grip on my hand, probing at my wrist.

“Don’t worry, this is expected, you can put your bandages back on but the sooner they adjust the better,” she said, checking my pulse. “The eyes are still getting used to your unique brain makeup. The more you try to use them, the better they’ll get at giving you the vision you want. They’re like babies, they’re still learning how to walk. Before long, they’ll be so seamlessly a part of you that you won’t even notice they’re there.”

“How long will that take?” I asked impatiently.

“Hmm… you should be able to walk on your own pretty soon.”

Her heels clicked as she stepped away from me.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

I stared intensely at her form, a slightly brighter portion of her shape out before her. I squinted and suddenly a shaky, fluid outline of a hand materialized before her and three fingers became visible.

“Three! This is so weird!” I stared intensely as more and more slowly became sharp immediately around my focus, including the peeking mounds of Samantha’s breasts. Suddenly, my focus became much stronger and my vision seemed to zoom as her clothes seemed to fade away revealing her naked chest. My attention was drawn to her taught nipple before catching myself and the surreality of what I was seeing. Quickly, I covered my eyes in shame and shock.

“What the fuck did I just see?! What is going on? I just saw you…”

I paused, too embarrassed to continue my sentence.

“What did you see?” Samantha mewed curiously, as her hand landed on my thigh to comfort me.

“…I saw you naked for some reason,” I replied, my face burning with embarrassment. The thought of my eyes playing such an incredible trick on me threw me into an anxious frenzy of thought.

“Ah, that’s okay. That makes sense actually…” She reassured me.

Her hand slid across and rubbed at my thigh underneath the gown.

“Isn’t it amazing? Your eyes were letting you see what you wanted see. They used your own thoughts to unclothe me~”

Her hand trailed closer and closer, down my leg and meeting my hip.

“There’s nothing wrong with being attracted to a beautiful woman, in fact – it’s a sign of a healthy virile man. Trust me, I understand. Your body has it’s own needs and it influences your…”

Her hand dipped down between my legs and soon met the hardening member I was concealing.

“Doctor Samantha!” I gasped.

“Shh!” She hushed me as her fingernails tickled at my engorged tip, “You knew where that hand was going. Nice and slow, right? I’m doing this of my own will and… needs - but you, you’re still under the influence of ****.”

Her voice teased me as her fingernails traced me, and the root of my sex seemed to ache towards the pleasure.

“It’ll feel good... nod if you want me to continue.”

I nodded slowly, curiously.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you. Were you always seeing me with such hungry eyes, imagining my curvy, lithe flesh? When we first met, were you already imagining my fucking my brains out?”

Samantha’s fingernails traced down my shaft softly and pleasure radiated as a painful pressure built within.

“…Yes,” I admitted, guilty.

“Honesty is cute…”

Suddenly her hand pulls back before I hear her spit and lick, before suddenly her hand slips back and wraps around my shaft. Her movements around my flesh pressed hard and softer gently, up and down her slippery spat.

“As your primary caretaker now, I need to make sure you’re feeling better. I know all too well that you’re aching,” She cooed.

A hand suddenly gripped mine and traveled over across the bed, my vision struggled to follow before I felt a flip of clothe and was wedged into a sauna of a crevice. My focus materialized onto my hand as it was placed on a warm, stubbled, wet mound fenced by white panties. My eyes widened with surprise as Samantha leaned into my neck and whispered.

“Go ahead, feel me. Feel with your fingers what your body desires~”

Her work at my member intensified, and I muffled moans as my hand slowly explored the horny hole of my aggressive attacker. Slowly, my fingered ventured cautiously into her slippery canal, slick and slime and tightening around and even between my fingers. Carnal pops of viscous slime were muffled beneath her clothes. Every labored breath was filled with her flowery perfume and musky scent, steaming from her hot boiling sex and soiled fabrics.

Samantha moaned, “It’s okay to moan, it’s natural. Moan louder~ imagine pressing your aching cock into my tight hole. You wanna fuck me so badly, right?”

My fingers hastily wormed around inside, rubbing the flesh to beckon more of her shrill but quiet moans, thirsty to go further.

“That feels good, keep going,” Samantha moaned as she continued.

“You do need to come to my personal office for checkups,” She said, her fingers focusing on my tip, a pressure building.

“I want you to look forward to it~”

Her hands around me, Samantha began teasing at my tip with her index finger while she pulled up at my slippery skin in a soft grip again and again. A pain began to build at the base and my hips jutted into the air. Hearing a quick shuffling - suddenly a warm, soft sheathe covered my sensitive head and a strong suction tugged the fringes of my nervous member. I could feel it pulling at me, almost like it was reaching deep within me, tickling my soul.

“Aaargh,” Gritting my teeth, my tip spasmed open and spewed out inside. Samantha’s tongue lapped me up and probed at my hole before polished the head with her cum-covered tongue, moaning softly.

“Fuck.” I panted as soft lips pulled at my skin, cleaning up rest of the mess left on my flesh, leaving with a slobbery pop.

“Ahhh~ that was fun, cutie. Next time let’s play a little longer~”

Samantha wrestled with her clothes and cleared her throat.

“You’re cleared to leave tonight. Don’t hesitate to call if you have any concerns.”

Her heels click across the room and towards the door before a clipboard slid back into its dock – quickly followed by the open and closing of the door.

My balls were singed with pleasure from their intense emptying as I lay on the bed, my closed eyes giving me realistic imaginations of what transpired.

“What the fuck...”