Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis): A BDSM & Medical Play Series by Tara Crescent
Authors: Tara Crescent
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licked her lips.
“Thirsty?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” she said, meekly, staying in the scene.
I looked at her. She was beautiful, this woman, sweat glistening on her skin; her curls cascading all over the place. Playing with her had been surprisingly fun. I grinned. I had one final thing to do to her; I picked up the speculum off the floor; the one that had been in her vagina. “Lick it clean,” I instructed her.
She laughed; a sound of utter enjoyment. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” she said, meeting my eyes, as she stuck the tip of her tongue out, lapped the stainless steel of the speculum; cleaning it as I’d instructed.
***
Lisa:
When we were done, he removed the speculum in my ass; freed me from my bindings; handed me the long-forgotten hospital robe with a twinkle in his eye.
“My office will call you to schedule a follow-up, Miss Preston,” he said.
I looked at him, laughing a little. “You take such good care of me, Dr. Anderson,” I murmured. Every inch of my body felt energized. He pulled me into a hug for a moment; I leaned against him with my eyes closed. Finally, he pulled away.
“Get changed, Miss Preston, I’ll see you downstairs.” He smiled at me, as he closed the door, leaving me alone to change.
***
Something was wrong. Once the waves of arousal had passed; my mind had latched in on a thought; something didn’t add up.
I dressed, with my mind turning around in circles; trying to tease out what was wrong. And finally, I had it. The bit that didn’t add up.
Patrick had mentioned spanking women before; but he’d said he wasn’t particularly dominant. But here, today, in this room; there had been too much control; too much calm assurance. He had definitely done this before; perhaps not this particular scene, but he had definitely played before.
His movement had been sure; he’d watched me the right way; the way a Dom watches a sub during a scene, with focused attention; he’d hit my pussy with the precise amount of force for it to be pleasurable; everything he’d done today demonstrated a practised control that only came with experience.
What was Dr. Patrick Anderson not telling me?
I made my way downstairs.
I was going to find out.
Volume 2: Observation
Chapter 1
Lisa:
There is an eight month period in my life that I do not permit myself to think about. The eight months of my life when I was Nick O’Malley’s sexual submissive.
I was twenty-three, not a virgin, but with a psyche scarred by years of acne and high-school cruelty, and barely any sexual experience worth talking about. Nick was my friend Mandy’s boss; he was thirty-eight, an investment banker with all the outward trappings of success, the hand-made suits, the fancy sports car, and the expensive vacations in paradise-filled beach resorts.
I had no idea how to play in his world, no idea how to resist him when he decided he wanted me and chased me with a determination that scared and excited me. He was my first and only dominant, and I was his twenty-three year old trophy submissive.
Eight months of the best sex I’d ever had. Eight months of spankings and nipple clamps, eight months of floggers and whips, eight months of swiftly escalating obedience and submission.
In the beginning, the dominance stayed in the bedroom, and I loved it. I creamed when he ordered me to part my legs; when he spanked my thighs, when he cropped my breasts, when he bound my hands behind my head, and took me hard and fast, and only for his pleasure.
And then, things started escalating in a way that I was powerless to resist. Little things that weren’t troubling in themselves; but all added up to a pattern where I was being moulded into Nick’s vision of who I should be. The rules came, fast and swift and overwhelming. I needed to call him every day at precisely noon, no matter what my work schedule was. I needed to be in his apartment, naked and waiting, kneeling on his floor with my legs
“Thirsty?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” she said, meekly, staying in the scene.
I looked at her. She was beautiful, this woman, sweat glistening on her skin; her curls cascading all over the place. Playing with her had been surprisingly fun. I grinned. I had one final thing to do to her; I picked up the speculum off the floor; the one that had been in her vagina. “Lick it clean,” I instructed her.
She laughed; a sound of utter enjoyment. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” she said, meeting my eyes, as she stuck the tip of her tongue out, lapped the stainless steel of the speculum; cleaning it as I’d instructed.
***
Lisa:
When we were done, he removed the speculum in my ass; freed me from my bindings; handed me the long-forgotten hospital robe with a twinkle in his eye.
“My office will call you to schedule a follow-up, Miss Preston,” he said.
I looked at him, laughing a little. “You take such good care of me, Dr. Anderson,” I murmured. Every inch of my body felt energized. He pulled me into a hug for a moment; I leaned against him with my eyes closed. Finally, he pulled away.
“Get changed, Miss Preston, I’ll see you downstairs.” He smiled at me, as he closed the door, leaving me alone to change.
***
Something was wrong. Once the waves of arousal had passed; my mind had latched in on a thought; something didn’t add up.
I dressed, with my mind turning around in circles; trying to tease out what was wrong. And finally, I had it. The bit that didn’t add up.
Patrick had mentioned spanking women before; but he’d said he wasn’t particularly dominant. But here, today, in this room; there had been too much control; too much calm assurance. He had definitely done this before; perhaps not this particular scene, but he had definitely played before.
His movement had been sure; he’d watched me the right way; the way a Dom watches a sub during a scene, with focused attention; he’d hit my pussy with the precise amount of force for it to be pleasurable; everything he’d done today demonstrated a practised control that only came with experience.
What was Dr. Patrick Anderson not telling me?
I made my way downstairs.
I was going to find out.
Volume 2: Observation
Chapter 1
Lisa:
There is an eight month period in my life that I do not permit myself to think about. The eight months of my life when I was Nick O’Malley’s sexual submissive.
I was twenty-three, not a virgin, but with a psyche scarred by years of acne and high-school cruelty, and barely any sexual experience worth talking about. Nick was my friend Mandy’s boss; he was thirty-eight, an investment banker with all the outward trappings of success, the hand-made suits, the fancy sports car, and the expensive vacations in paradise-filled beach resorts.
I had no idea how to play in his world, no idea how to resist him when he decided he wanted me and chased me with a determination that scared and excited me. He was my first and only dominant, and I was his twenty-three year old trophy submissive.
Eight months of the best sex I’d ever had. Eight months of spankings and nipple clamps, eight months of floggers and whips, eight months of swiftly escalating obedience and submission.
In the beginning, the dominance stayed in the bedroom, and I loved it. I creamed when he ordered me to part my legs; when he spanked my thighs, when he cropped my breasts, when he bound my hands behind my head, and took me hard and fast, and only for his pleasure.
And then, things started escalating in a way that I was powerless to resist. Little things that weren’t troubling in themselves; but all added up to a pattern where I was being moulded into Nick’s vision of who I should be. The rules came, fast and swift and overwhelming. I needed to call him every day at precisely noon, no matter what my work schedule was. I needed to be in his apartment, naked and waiting, kneeling on his floor with my legs
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