Trained To Seduce
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During the next few minutes Alicia measured various parts of my body while Shelly silently took it all down. Oh, she measured all of the normal things - bust, waist, hips, neck, arm length, etc. But also, some that I found a little strange: the distance around my upper thighs, knees, calves, upper arms, elbows and wrists; the length of each finger; the distance from my crotch to my knees, from collar bone to nipples, from nipples to navel, and the diameter of my areolae.
Then Alicia set me down at the table across from Shelly and explained that they needed to check my gag reflex. From a drawer on her side of the table, Shelly fetched a long cylindrical object a foot long and a little fatter than my thumb. Fine circumferential lines graduated the length in inches and fractions.
I leaned toward Shelly and made an "O" with my mouth as she placed the end of the cylinder between my lips. Alicia watched closely from my right side as Shelly slowly slid the tube into my mouth. She told me to open my throat as well as I could, and I tried as the end of the tube touched the back of my throat. I was somewhat surprised at my own feeling of calm at this point and it was not until the tube had passed what felt like an inch or so into my throat that my body revolted. My stomach muscles clenched up tightly and I heard the wretched sound of myself gagging on the tube.
"Five and a quarter," said Alicia. Shelly withdrew the tube, handed me a tissue to wipe my mouth and entered the figures on the form." Clearly done, now," she said and led me to the examination table for the final measurements. An ordinary looking table, waist high and covered with softly padded vinyl. A small stool made it easy for me to climb up as Alicia held my arm to help me. They hadn't specified whether I should be prone or supine, so I chose to lie face-up. Shelly came to the table still holding the graduated tube and slid a hand under my leg just above the knee. She lifted as Alicia did the same on the other side and I cooperated, drawing my knees up toward my chest.
Drawing a tube of K-Y jelly from the pocket of her lab coat (I could see the label clearly) Shelly explained that she would now measure the depth of my vagina.
Then Alicia set me down at the table across from Shelly and explained that they needed to check my gag reflex. From a drawer on her side of the table, Shelly fetched a long cylindrical object a foot long and a little fatter than my thumb. Fine circumferential lines graduated the length in inches and fractions.
I leaned toward Shelly and made an "O" with my mouth as she placed the end of the cylinder between my lips. Alicia watched closely from my right side as Shelly slowly slid the tube into my mouth. She told me to open my throat as well as I could, and I tried as the end of the tube touched the back of my throat. I was somewhat surprised at my own feeling of calm at this point and it was not until the tube had passed what felt like an inch or so into my throat that my body revolted. My stomach muscles clenched up tightly and I heard the wretched sound of myself gagging on the tube.
"Five and a quarter," said Alicia. Shelly withdrew the tube, handed me a tissue to wipe my mouth and entered the figures on the form." Clearly done, now," she said and led me to the examination table for the final measurements. An ordinary looking table, waist high and covered with softly padded vinyl. A small stool made it easy for me to climb up as Alicia held my arm to help me. They hadn't specified whether I should be prone or supine, so I chose to lie face-up. Shelly came to the table still holding the graduated tube and slid a hand under my leg just above the knee. She lifted as Alicia did the same on the other side and I cooperated, drawing my knees up toward my chest.
Drawing a tube of K-Y jelly from the pocket of her lab coat (I could see the label clearly) Shelly explained that she would now measure the depth of my vagina.