Authors: Tara Crescent
He had stilled for a few seconds after putting in the gag; watching me with intent eyes that radiated warmth and caring, and now, my lust was flavoured with something more real; something that transcended my immediate need; something that would eventually arc its way towards love.
I arched away from that thought for the moment. That thought could wait till I was alone. Instead, I met his eyes; nodded. I was ready to continue.
Patrick:
Every moment, it grew harder and harder for me to maintain calm; to retain any vestige of self-control. Her beautiful pussy was spread out by the stirrups; she was tied down, the gag keeping her mouth open, and she approached all of this with such bravery and honesty; it was excruciating to watch, and I couldn’t stop being in awe by her strength.
There was something remarkable about the way she approached the play. She made it more real, yet less real; she kept in the scene, yet she didn’t let it overwhelm her. It was there in the back of her eyes; an awareness of who she was; and who I was; and that we were doing this together, for both our pleasure.
And that made her truly exceptional. I’d played with submissive women before; but I often left with the feeling that there was nothing particularly meaningful about their submission. They were submitting because of who they were; and I was a convenient object to submit to.
With Lisa, I felt special. Her submission wasn’t given lightly; I could see that in every line of her body, in the way she held her head, in the directness of her gaze, in the way she leaned forward over dinner the other night when talking to me, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she recounted a story of a crazy cab ride in Vietnam. Lisa was unexpected and real, and I felt like the king of the universe when she let me gag her.
I grinned. I couldn’t wait for her reaction to the next stage of the examination.
Lisa:
His fingers were at my asshole, and he was rubbing in some lube into my tight bud. I gulped.
I’d had anal sex once before, and I had hated it. It had hurt in a way that wasn’t at all pleasurable, and I’d felt torn open after the act. It had made me feel lewd and unclean. I contemplated dropping the red ball; but I held on for just a bit longer; I told myself I would drop it at the first sign of pain.
There was no pain. There was discomfort, but that was the natural reaction from a part of my body unaccustomed to being touched; to being probed by the firm fingers of a man.
“One finger,” he said, his voice tight, as he moved his finger in and out of my asshole. Sensation swirled through me, and impossibly, my pussy grew wet. I was enjoying this; I was enjoying the strangeness of this sensation, and the relative lack of control I had over what he did.
“And now two,” he said, arousal obvious in his voice, as he added a second finger. I clenched involuntarily, and was rewarded by a sound spank on my pussy. I jumped in my bindings, as longing strummed through me. Through the gag, I moaned, my eyes bright with pleasure.
“You like that.” Warmth in his voice; laughter and pleasure in his eyes. He kept his eyes on mine, as he repeated the spank, making firm contact with my pussy again. I writhed; silently begged for more. He laughed at me easily. “Your examination, Miss Preston,” he said, amusement in his tone.
Oh. Right. My examination. I nodded.
Two fingers in my ass; and I forced myself to relax my muscles. He was actually a doctor, not just playing one for my benefit. He wouldn’t cause any lasting damage.
His fingers were pushing in and out, and stretching me open at the same time. I groaned again, through the gag; this was so erotic; my helplessness adding to the arousal.
His eyes met mine. “We’ll be doing both a rectal and a vaginal exam today, Miss Preston,” he said, his voice even. “But we’ll need to make sure you are cleaned out before the rectal examination.”
I swivelled my head as best I could to see what he was rolling in; and sure enough, it was an enema bag. I flushed red. Oh, he was being very, very thorough.
The nozzle was narrower than his fingers, but a lot longer. It must have measure seven inches, easy. I gulped, the tension rising in my body.
Patrick reached forward, removed the gag.
“Have you had anal sex before?”
I nodded.
“Then you already know the nozzle isn’t too long; your body can take it. Relax, and if you have concerns, talk through them with me.”
His tone was steady; firm; reassuring. I nodded again, his steadiness causing calm to spread through me. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said compliantly.
He smiled at me, warmth in his eyes. That warmth was like a favourite blanket; seductive, addictive.
He didn’t put the gag back in my mouth; and I was grateful. There was an ache in my jaw, and I would have been in a fair amount of pain had he left it there much longer.
The nozzle was at my asshole now, and it slid in easily into my lubricated cavity. I could feel him push it in; and I again forced myself to relax, whimpering a little. He stopped when he heard the whimper, and didn’t continue till I nodded again. A warmth flooded through me as I took in his concern.
I smiled at him, letting the pleasure show in my eyes; revealing my appreciation. “Please don’t stop, Dr. Anderson,” I said softly.
He looked at me for a second; the expression in his eyes unreadable. “Unexpected,” he muttered again. And then he pushed the nozzle in all the way, and started the flow of water.
At first, the warmth of the water felt good as it gushed inside of me, but then, the pressure grew uncomfortable, and I groaned, mumbling a faint protest.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to take it, Miss Preston, you’ll need to be properly cleaned before your exam.” Patrick’s voice was cool, professional, and my pussy predictably twitched in response. Gods, I was aroused by his voice; he didn’t even need to touch me. I focused on the wetness of my pussy; the aching of my nipples as the liquid poured into me, and my stomach began to feel bloated and cramped from the feeling of fullness.
I could feel his fingers on my ass again; the nozzle slid out; a plug was pushed in. “You’ll need to keep it in you for fifteen minutes,” he said, his voice firm. I gulped.
“Patrick,” I moaned.
A silent, raised eyebrow. An expressionless look that somehow made my pussy clench again in arousal.
“Dr. Anderson,” I corrected myself. “I don’t think I can…”
He grinned at me now; he had something planned; I could feel the waves of anticipation radiate from him.
“Fortunately,” he said, his voice layered with amusement, “I have a plan to distract you.”
He walked away; again I heard drawers open and close; and now, I could hear a tap running. “What is he going to do?” I wondered, feeling the pleasurable lurch in me as I thought about the ways he could use my body. He was right; I was already distracted from the cramping in my stomach. Clever Patrick.
“I need a clear view for the vaginal exam, Miss Preston,” he said, walking near my face, showing me the contents of his hands. Shaving brush. Razor. Shaving cream. Water. For all that was merciful, he was going to shave my pussy.
Lust shot through my body as I imagined his hands spreading apart my pussy lips, running the razor carefully against my flesh; I trembled as I imagined his fingers accidentally flicking against my clitoris; and then flicking it again with deliberation; I groaned as I imagined the lazy circles the shaving brush would trace on my heated skin, the feel of the washcloth wiping me down.
I looked at him; my thoughts clearly visible in my eyes. “Yes,” I said simply. Yes. Yes. Yes.
***
Patrick:
It was a miracle that I didn’t blow my load right there. Oh, the arousal in her eyes; it caused my already hard cock to harden further; her willing participation sent a fiery hot flame through me. And now, I was going to shave that beautiful pussy. Fuck. I was a lucky, lucky guy.
I’m pretty agnostic about pussy hair; neatly trimmed; landing strip; bare; it’s all good. I had no particular desire for her to be bare; what I wanted to do was run the lather all over her; glide the razor over her soft folds; hold her open, touch every inch of her perfection.
And I did. The brush stroked her lazily; lathering her up; her sharply drawn breath sending another hot lance of arousal through me; I shaved her mound, then parted each labia and carefully shaved her. I loved that she didn’t ask me to be careful; I loved her bravery.
When I was done, I cleaned her off with the washcloth.
“Your fifteen minutes are up, Miss Preston,” I said, trying hard to keep my voice even. Desire was raging inside of me, and I was trying to recall the contents of my driest anatomy textbook to keep any semblance of self-control.
I unbuckled her legs from the stirrups; loosened the straps on the examination table holding her in place. She rose; now that I was done distracting her, I could see the discomfort from the enema on her face, but she still paused in front of me, before rushing off to the bathroom.
“Tell you what, Dr. Anderson,” she drawled, the sexy vibration in her voice causing my cock to get impossibly hard. She grinned at me, all laughter and woman, her gaze warm on me. “I won’t masturbate in there if you don’t masturbate here while I’m gone…”
I laughed aloud. She was so unexpected.
I nodded agreement. She smiled at me, and she was gone.
Lisa:
Yeah, that had been a mistake; I desperately needed to masturbate.
Once I was done getting rid of the contents of the enema, I gazed in the mirror, looking at my pussy. It glistened; wet, waiting. I hadn’t shaved myself bare in years, and I touched myself experimentally, feeling the softness of my pussy lips, my fingers coming away wet with juice. I was so, so ready for Patrick to fuck me.
I pulled my hands away from my pussy before the urge to orgasm consumed me, and walked back in to the examination room.
Laid out on the table were a couple of stainless steel speculums, and they were large. Anticipation surged through me as I met Patrick’s gaze.
“Back on the table, Miss Preston,” he said with a smile.
I smiled back at him. He was so good-looking, and I ached with a fierce, passionate ache to have his cock in me. But we were in the middle of the game, and I kept playing.
His hands were firm on my ankles as they spread my legs impossibly wide; buckling me into the stirrups again. The other strips of leather were quickly tied back across my body, and once again, quicker than I would have thought, I was immobile, and under his control.
“Does your vagina need lubrication, Miss Preston?” he asked, laughter in his voice. I clamped my lips together to keep from laughing aloud. He knew, just as well as I did, that my pussy was dripping, sopping wet.
He picked up the speculum, moved between my opened legs. He was very close; his erection brushed against my pussy, and when he moved away, I could see the damp spot on his pants where my juice had smeared all over his clothes. I gulped; this was unbelievably erotic. This was my fantasy on crazy steroids; this was better than anything my mind could imagine in the darkness of night.
“Tsk, tsk,” he chided softly as his eyes followed mine, saw the damp spot. His lips twitched though, and mine did as well, as we shared in our private moment of amusement.
And then, the speculum was pushed in, and my focus was quickly returned to the scene.
It was cold; and I flinched a little. “Stay still,” he said, his voice firm. I nodded in compliance and held as still as I could, while the heat in my pussy heated up the speculum. I heard the clicks as he opened the speculum; I felt the walls of my vagina stretch wide as they struggled to accommodate his desires.
I moaned; it was all so very good. Pulse waves of pleasure danced through my body, and they threatened to overflow as his knuckles grazed my clitoris. Not an accident; his gaze was on mine, and there was heat in his eyes.
“Miss Preston,” he said, his voice utterly commanding. “Clench your muscles, and make sure that speculum does not fall out, do you understand?”
Whoa. How was I supposed to do that when my pussy was slick with juice? “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said, submissively, clenching the muscles of my vagina around the speculum.
“If that falls out, Miss Preston,” he added, his voice silken, “I will put the gag back in your mouth, and fuck your throat, and you will have no choice about it, do you understand?”
Oh my god. My pussy creamed even more at his words; at the clenching spasm that shivered through my entire body as I contemplated his cock pushed down my throat. I almost let the speculum slide out; I wanted him in my mouth that badly, but then I smiled, and nodded. I wanted to do this for him; play by his rules and accede to his desires.
He moved between my legs again, and this time, his fingers were at my anal opening, and he was lubing me up in preparation for the anal speculum. I couldn’t help it, I clenched a little, until I met his eyes; saw both the laughter and the warning in them. Both sides of Patrick. I eased the muscles of my ass; the speculum went in.
Again, the sounds of the clicks were loud in the room as my ass was opened.
I lay there, both holes gaping open, as Patrick pulled the stool forward, the stool that I had licked clean of my pussy juice, and positioned himself between my legs.
“Time for your vaginal and rectal examination, Miss Preston,” he said. “Remember, don’t let the speculum fall out.”
“Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I muttered.
He leaned forward; his mouth found my clitoris, and had it not been for the fact that I was thoroughly tied down, I would have jumped right off the table.
His stubble grazed my freshly shaved lips, his tongue worked around the speculum, tracing the outline where it met my pussy; and then he lathered my clitoris with attention; soft licks alternating with harder rubs till my hands were clenched; my fingers taut around the red ball. I wanted to thrash and flail; give into the fire his mouth was inciting in me, but I was tied down and unable to move; and there was nothing I could do but accept the pleasure he was giving me.
His hands were on my thighs, as his mouth ravaged my clitoris; his nails were digging into my flesh, as a painful counterpoint to the pleasure of his lips and tongue. I groaned; I had been teetering on the edge of orgasm almost since I walked in the door; and I couldn’t last, but yet, I wanted to last.
“Dr. Anderson, may I orgasm?” I begged him. I didn’t know why I begged him; I only knew I had to; that I needed him to permit me my release.
“Anytime you want, Miss Preston.” His voice was muffled; but there was no doubting the tone; there was pleasure that I’d asked; and warmth as he gave me permission.
That was all I had needed. His tongue flicked once more at my clitoris, and I came in a shattering release, crying out his name, as the waves of longing pulsed all over my body, and I alternately tensed and relaxed as the contractions hit me, until I was finally satiated, and every muscle in my body was slack.
Every. Muscle. In. My. Body.
I winced as the speculum clattered on the floor. I heard Patrick stand up; I saw him straighten; his eyes amused.
“Ah, Miss Preston, you are going to regret that.”