Disciplined And Dominated By The Doctor: House Call

Lillian Hart gets a house call with a difference from the doctor. Dr Keller arrives to tend to her Mother. Whilst he’s there he decides Lillian is in need of his services too.

This is one check up she won’t be forgetting in a hurry.

WARNING:

This 4,000 word story contains strong BDSM involving a dominant doctor and a submissive female. It has scenes of rough sex, anal sex and bondage. It is intended for readers over eighteen.

EXTRACT:

When he pushed the red rubber ball against her lips she obediently opened her mouth and sat still whilst he fastened the leather strap around the back of her head.

‘Stand up.’

She did. He slipped the old shirt down her arms and it fluttered to the floor. She was painfully conscious of her protruding ribs. Her once ample DD chest had shrunk to a B cup with the recent stress.

‘You’re so elegant, so slim,’ he said, circling her slowly, trailing his fingers over her bare torso as he did so. ‘Such a delicate little creature. I could snap you like a twig.’

He was facing her again. Not breaking eye contact he unbuttoned the cutoffs and they fell down her slender long legs.

‘So beautiful,’ he whispered.

He unclasped her bra and her tits sprung free. They were still firm, despite the weight loss and she knew they looked good by any standards. She was gladdened to see the predatory and hungry look in his eyes.

It felt so good when he lightly brushed his fingertips over her nipples. They instantly puckered and hardened. She closed her eyes in bliss. God, it had been such a long time.

He rubbed her pussy through her panties and she moaned deep in her throat, the material soaked and sticking to her with her arousal. Her hands explored his broad chest underneath the suit jacket. She needed to feel his naked body against hers, she wanted to bury her face in the warm, masculine smell of his skin. Suddenly she didn’t want to wear the gag anymore. She longed to rip it off and kiss him, to explore his chest with her mouth.

She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. The feeling of his smooth hot skin beneath her fingers had her heart racing with renewed desire.

‘Not yet,’ said Dr Keller, grabbing hold of her hands and holding then still against his chest. ‘Lie down on the bed.’

Lillian had never felt so torn. She didn’t know whether to do as he asked, rip of the gag and kiss him, or grab her discarded clothes and tell him to get the hell out of here before things got even more out of control.

Yet she knew, deep down, she had no choice. Her choice was to have no choice. She lay down on the bed on her back, resisting the urge to cover her breasts with her arms.

He was looking in his bag again and she ignored the little niggle of fear.

Now he was towering over her on the bed, holding a role of bandages.

‘Don’t look so scared little one. I think a little light bondage is called for. Doctor’s orders.’