HYSTERIA
by
Rushmore Judd
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2009 by Rushmore Judd
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HYSTERIA
Chapter 1, Isabelle
The year was 1890, and Isabelle had heard about Doctor Tunney through the gossip at the local tea and spice shop. No one, of course, admitted to actually being treated by him but many talked knowledgeably about his treatments for Female Hysteria. Female Hysteria was a well known affliction of women that was caused by disturbances in the uterus and congestion of the female genitalia. It resulted in mood swings, emotional excesses and loss of control. Often women who suffered from it felt overwhelming fear and were sensitive to the minutest annoyances.
Isabelle had heard that Doctor Tunney practiced a procedure that involved the most intimate manipulations and resulted in a “hysterical paroxysm” which released many of the built up impurities that cause the condition. Some said it hurt when the release came, others said it was quite refreshing but all agreed that the overall procedure was “said to be” more pleasurable than painful. So Isabelle had secretly made an appointment with the good doctor and today was the day.
The Doctor’s office was in the best part of London’s professional district, an area of town that had an electrical power distribution system and electric lights. His offices were quite impressive with high 12 foot ceilings and large arched windows. The reception area was equipped with fancy leather furniture and Queen Ann chairs. A telephone system, sat impressively on the front desk for all to see.
She didn’t wait long before Doctor Tunney greeted her in the reception area and led her to his office. There he explained to her what his procedure involved in a calm professional voice. He carefully explained all about the condition of Female Hysteria, how it was a natural condition that afflicted virtually all women and how his procedure had been proven to help many women like her lead calmer, healthier and more satisfying lives. His voice had a low masculine tone to it and Isabelle was attracted to the softness in his voice. As it happened, he was also quite a good looking man with curly brown hair, long neatly trimmed sideburns and graceful masculine features. She could see a small amount of stubble that had collected on his face since this morning’s shave. He was dressed in a business suit with a fancy white silk shirt all of which fitted snugly over his broad shoulders.
She had heard that the Doctor was attractive and at about 35 years of age, slightly younger than herself. But somehow seeing how quite handsome he was brought a small sense of panic to her. Could she really let him see her naked and touch her private areas? She tried to remind herself that he was a doctor and a professional and he did this all the time with woman who were probably a lot better looking than she was. She resolved to keep her appointment with this doctor a secret from her husband. Still she was feeling awfully warm, even though the offices didn’t seem uncomfortable when she came in. She could feel sweat building in between her legs and knew this could embarrass her.
He went on to explain that his procedure involved manipulating her vulva, her cervix, her uterus and other parts of her female genitalia until a paroxysm was achieved. (Isabelle had never heard any of these medical terms before but she was too embarrassed to say anything.) The time to achieve a paroxysm varied with each woman but because this was her first time, he had cleared his entire afternoon so she need not feel any time pressure. Also women would experience the paroxysm differently. Some were loud and had an almost violent release; others were more muffled. He related it to her monthly spasms and birth contractions but assured her the pain would be minor. He pointed out the examination room was soundproofed.
Since she didn’t have any questions that she felt comfortable in asking, he got up from his high backed chair offering her his hand as she got up. Her knees felt weak and she was definitely feeling anxious. He quickly recognized her condition and encircled her waist with one of his arms and braced her with his other arm. She wanted to push him away, feeling very uncomfortable with this man’s forwardness but her weak legs left her no choice but to accept his muscular arms. He pulled her close and together they walked down a long corridor to one of his examination rooms. She enjoyed the walk, feeling herself aided by this strong protective man. He smelled of pepper and manly spices and his warmth penetrated her side where they touched. She could feel the muscles on this man and reminded herself that he was a doctor not a man, per se.
In the examining room itself there was a simple bed, a light over it and off to the side a large machine with a wheels and pulleys. Next to the bed was a small table with a basin, towels, and a small bottle. He asked her if she needed any help removing her clothes and meekly she asked if he wouldn’t mind helping her with the buttons down her back. She hoped he wouldn’t think she was flirting. Isabelle was dressed in bustle gown with a high neck finished in frills and buttons that ran all down her back to her waist. The dress then widened over her petticoat and went all the way to the floor. Once the buttons were undone it was easy for her to remove the fabric from her arms and pull it off over her petticoat.
She reached back and fumbled with the string bow at the top of her bodice in the middle of her back before she felt the Doctor’s hands come to her aid. As his hands touched hers and then the naked flesh of her back, goose bumps spread over her entire body. He noticed this and as she continued to remove her bodice, he stood behind her and gently rubbed her naked shoulders and neck.
“Relax, Isabelle, I guarantee that if you can let go of your inhibitions you will enjoy our session. The biggest obstacle I encounter is women who are unable to relax. Remember that I am a doctor, a professional, who is conducting a treatment program that will lead to a healthier life for you. Now will you please disrobe completely for me and lie on this bed. I have a blanket here which I will use to cover most of your body while we work.”
Somehow hearing about the blanket made Isabelle feel less awkward and she quickly removed all of her clothes, noting to herself that her knickers were quite wet with sweat. Isabelle was always a beautiful woman and time had so far been gentle to her. She had long flowing black hair that was tied in an intricate weave falling to her shoulders. Her lithe frame was still girl like with a thin waist, smooth slightly olive skin, and graceful proportions. Her breasts were substantial with nipples that protruded easily when she was cold or excited or even embarrassed as now. Age had given them a soft pillowing feel which she felt quite comfortable with.
As soon as she got on the bed, the Doctor spread the blanket over her from neck to knee. He removed his jacket and placed it over the back of a straight banded wooden chair. She admired his physique. He had a tight waist and a muscular build which was visible through the thin material of his silk shirt. He suggested that she close her eyes and just concentrate on his hands. His hands were warm and slid easily across her flesh. His first touch which came just above her knees caused a spark. Isabelle was not used to having anyone, let alone a man’s hand, touch her legs. Doctors have done this before she reminded herself, although she had seldom been examined by doctors. His hands slowly ran up along her thighs and over her waist and across her belly. He let his hands rest on her belly and then slowly moved them in stepped movements closer to her most private area.
She opened her eyes just to see if the blanket was still covering her and she could see that his hands were reaching under it. One of his hands came to rest on her pubic hair as the other reached out and slid a wooden contraption out from under the table designed to support a calf and fit a heel. There was one on either side and he gently placed each of her legs and heels into these table extensions, explaining to Isabelle that she needed to spread her legs open for him to be able to conduct the procedure properly. Once positioned her legs were spread open, her heels rested below the level of the table and her thighs were still lying on the surface. She found this position quite embarrassing.
Both of his hands returned to her pubic area, one was right between her legs and the other on top. He was rubbing her gently with both of his hands. She felt one of his fingers find a place between her folds and the other appeared to be parting her thick hair to allow better access to her most private places. He asked her to help him by moving her torso down the table a little more. This lifted her knees and opened her legs further. A quick peek showed her that her bottom was now completely bare of the towel.
She felt a mixture of emotions. She was embarrassed to have someone–even a doctor–touch her so intimately. Yet the way he touched her felt good. Very good in fact. He was gentle and used soft stroking motions along her slit to begin the procedure. His strokes got longer and longer and she felt herself getting sexually excited as she did only with her husband (or sometimes when she had daydreams about sexual things). This rubbing felt very good to her and something that her husband, nor anyone else, had ever done to her.
Doctor Tunney placed one of his fingers right at the entrance to her cunny and he was running it around the edge of it. Her first instinct was to pull away and she did move her hips.
“Just relax and concentrate on enjoying the feeling of my hands,” his voice spoke hypnotically. She wished he would talk more in his deep masculine voice. Isabelle could feel the sweat beginning to pour from inside her, as his finger began to slightly penetrate her. His other hand meanwhile had its palm pressed against her pubic hair and was making slow steady circular motions across her lips. While these motions were pleasurable she couldn’t stop focusing on the progress of his penetrating finger. He was rubbing it in an out and she marveled at how nice it felt since it was so much smaller than her husband’s member. Yet somehow the Doctor was creating more excitement, giving her a better feeling than she had ever had.
She was pretty sure he now had two fingers inside of her and he was reaching much deeper. Back and forth. He looked at her face and asked her how she was doing.
“Good,” she said, thinking that was the understatement of the year. Feel free to move your hips or moan as you want. Most of my patients are quite vocal and responsive, especially after they have had a couple of treatments. He continued to move his fingers in and out of her and rub circles on her mound but eventually he removed his fingers from deep inside her and rotated them against her outer entrance moving again in circles. Isabelle released a soft moan and it seemed to help her relax. She wished he hadn’t removed his fingers but she was not going to say that to him. Suddenly he stopped and removed his hands and covered her thigh with the blanket.
“Perhaps you need to rest for a bit. We seem to be off to a good start. Are you feeling relaxed?”
She nodded but didn’t really mean it. He washed his hands with a nearby basin, drying them with a towel. Then he took his hands and reached around her face and massaged the muscle in the back of her neck. His hands brushed her cheek a few times and she felt an urge to kiss him or to kiss his hands but she resisted. His hands moved down to her shoulders and continued to massage her softly.
“It’s very important to learn to relax while we conduct this procedure. The more relaxed you are, the more effective you will find the procedure in generating a release for you. You have beautiful skin. Really quite remarkable to touch.”
His hands moved slowly from her shoulders down her front and unabashedly to her breasts. He ran both hands over each breast and nipple making Isabelle aware of how hard her nipples were.
“When I touch you here, can you feel a sensation in your lower genitals?” His hands were manipulating her nipples, gently pressing them and circling them and flicking one side of their erectness.”
To her surprise, she had to answer, “Yes!” She was unsure of how he was able to do that or at least predict it with such accuracy.
When he finished playing with her nipples and massaging her breasts, he replaced the blanket on top of them. Isabelle could feel the weight on her overly sensitive nipples. She lifted her arms and placed her hands under her head, stretching her untouched body, wondering what this exciting man was going to do next to her body. She could feel her body tingling all over and she yearned for his next touch anywhere. So far the treatment was very pleasurable.
He reached for a bottle of oil from the table. “Now we will manipulate and excite your clitoris. Do you know where your clitoris is?”
She shook her head since she had never heard the term before today. “It’s this little nub right here.” And he took the oil in his hand and rubbed it very slowly around her clitoris. “Oh that,” she said, “Of course!”