“I can’t believe how much I miss you,” she said. “I know that I will see you during the week, but I want so much to talk to you. No, I’ll be honest; I want to kiss you and to feel your hands on me. I’ve never know anyone like you before.”
That Sunday ended in her apartment with my hands moving under her blouse from back to front, for she had not worn a bra when she met me for dinner. She was half ecstatic to see me and half frightened at how she felt about me and how much she wanted me.
Tina was now at level seven or eight out of ten now. Friday night I kept us talking at a diner after the movie until after midnight, and when I took her to her door she said, “I really don’t want to let you go home. That last night, when I stayed on your couch, I….” She could not quite bring herself to say it, but I knew what she thought. “I want to spend a lot more time with you,” she ended lamely.
She grabbed me and pulled my head down, and what we did that night differed mainly from full physical intercourse in that our clothes stayed on, I used only my fingers, and that we were standing in the hall outside her apartment door.
We met at six on Saturday for dinner; the movie ended at nine. We entered her door at nine-thirty and kissed deeply before she went to make coffee for the two of us. I was just beginning to think to myself that she was gone longer than I expected when she returned. She had a little tray in her hands with two cups of coffee on it. But Tina also had changed - she now had on a filmy nightgown through which plainly peeped the two round erect circles of her nipples and the graceful triangle of her pubic hair.
“I want you to stay longer tonight,” she whispered.
The coffee, I am afraid, went to waste.
I took her into my arms; she took me into her bedroom and into her bed; I took her. But no, that deserves a longer telling.
I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, bending to kiss her. Her mouth was open to receive my tongue as I stood. Her eagerness to accept my deep kiss was greater than ever before. My hands touched the bottom of her breasts, then the nipples. Then they returned to her back, to run down her shoulder-blades and the small of her back, to cup her buttocks. I lifted her a bit and her legs went around me; I rubbed the juncture of her legs against my erection until she whimpered in my ear.
“I want you so much,” she said.
We must have moved from there, though I have no memory of it at all. We were standing by her bed and she was unbuttoning my shirt. She explored my chest with her hands and lips, sucking on my nipples. When she had removed my shirt and slacks and I was standing there clad only in shorts, Tina became a bit more hesitant. But when I kissed her again and lifted her to rub against my erection, her hand crept out and in and held that cylinder timidly.
She pulled it through the opening in the front of my shorts and kissed me again. She stood on her toes in the openest of invitations, and I let my shaft lie across the place where she was asking my to enter, moving slowly back and forth.
I broke away, saying, “There is something in my slacks I should get out soon.”
“A condom?” she asked. “Don’t bother. I went on the pill a couple of weeks back, and this would be about the point when I would be safe anyhow.
“I knew that this might happen, though I would never have believed it could happen so quickly. I want you so much that I - I want to feel all of you. I want to feel you explode inside me and feel what you will give me, to know that you have claimed me and feel the proof inside of me.”
I dropped my shorts then lay her on her bed and joined her.
Then I joined with her, and jointly we enjoyed each other. But no, that deserves a longer telling.
I lifted the top of her nightdress to run my fingers over her hard nipples while I bent over her to kiss her mouth, then dropped down to take first one, then the other between my lips, until she moaned and shivered in pleasure.
Then I pushed Tina back on the bed and lifted her legs into the air. I reached up and slowly pulled her panties down her long legs. Pushing her thighs apart, I revealed her swollen pubes. Her hair was darker there, though still reddish. I used my fingers to spread the lips, opening her to my eyes. Her fluids covered the labia and my fingers.
After playing with her pulsing opening for a long time, I finally dropped my head and opened my mouth. She cried out at the first touch.
“I’ve never done that, I mean had someone do it! I’ve heard of it, but… Doesn’t it taste, well, awful?” she gasped.
“A lot less so than some wines, at least to me,” I replied. “And it will bring you great pleasure, and that I will do quite a lot for.”
I continued and progressed and soon she strongly pulled my head into her groin.
“Ohhhhhh yes, suck me!!!” she moaned as her hips bounced on the bed. “Suck me, suck me!”
Her fluids were seeping more quickly into my mouth. My lips and tongue worked on her, bringing groans of pleasure from her.
“I’m going to…to…oh yes, suck me!!!” Tina moaned again and became tense. Suddenly her body stiffened and she moaned as if in pain. “Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhh lord, ohhh yes,” she groaned as wave after wave of ecstasy raced through her body.
Her climax went on and on before she released my head, letting me sit up. I had never seen a girl produce so much liquid before. I wiped my mouth on her sheet and moved back to lie beside her. Tina rolled over into my body, her mouth buried in my neck.
“Thank you, that was wonderful,” she whispered as she kissed my neck.
After a rest of moments, I began to touch her nipples again, then moved on to her pubic hair.
“While I was away at my parents’, over Thanksgiving,” Tina said softly, “I kept thinking about you. I wished that I could talk to you, and when I was alone at night, in my bed in my old room, I, well, I used my fingers on myself and wished that you were there with me in my bed and in me, as deep in me as you could get and I could take you.
“I felt like I just wanted to devour you. It felt like kissing you was not enough any more, and cuddling was much too weak, and just being with you was not enough if that was where we stopped. I wanted to open my legs and feel your weight on me and have you enter me and take me and claim me and make me yours forever, and ohhh….
“And while what we did a few minutes ago was wonderful, it is still not that. Please, make love to me all the way. I want you to so much.”
My fingers, while she spoke, had made sure that she was still ready for me. I lifted off the blue nightgown so that her body, long legs leading to a triangle of dark hair, passionate brown eyes staring at me, and with a red cloud on her pillow at the top, was completely naked to me.
As my body drew up to cover hers, her knees drew up to place her legs beside and outside mine. I used my hand to bring the head of my erection in contact with her outer labia. Tina jerked in reaction and gasped.
“Please,” she said. “I want you to do it, but remember that I have never done this before either.”
This I had not expected, but perhaps I should have - a good Catholic girl, not long away from home, nor even far from it now.
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I gave her only an inch, then withdrew slightly, then a little more, until I was moving easily within her. When I met resistance, it was so slight that I could not be sure then whether it were not just a dry place, a tighter place, and when I felt release and she opened her mouth in what could have been passing pain or suddenly greater pleasure, I was deep in.
When I was at my limit, I began to give her faster strokes, and after only a few of those I could feel her internal muscles clamping down, to show that she had reached an orgasm. I slowed now for a while, to let her recover and to let myself last. Her long legs had now crept around me, to hold me in and spread herself more open for me. After an eternity of heavenly pleasure, I found myself speeding up again, and just as her back arched up I exploded into her clinging tunnel with what seemed to be half my vital fluids.
If I seemed to go on forever, she went on longer; her heart was pounding still when I had withdrawn and lay beside her. Yes, there had been a membrane; I had a trace of blood on the head of my penis.
When I woke, I turned to her and kissed her cheek. She woke halfway, and I said, “Miraculous, miraculous, miraculous.”
She opened her brown eyes and replied, “And so are you, my love.”
We fell asleep holding each other, and woke during the night to enjoy each other’s bodies once again, until we joined in a wonderful long orgasm. On Sunday morning we did it again, and on Sunday afternoon. She wanted very much to catch up on years of abstinence, and I could not resist her, nor had I any reason to. Quite the opposite.
We showered together on Sunday not long before I went home. She found new things to do with my body, and I found how much natural talent she had at them. But I did go home.
Perhaps surprisingly, but perhaps not, she spent less time at my desk than in recent weeks, but seemed much happier when she did - and at other times, I heard from co-workers. Tina called me on Wednesday, and broke off the conversation to hurry over and knock on my door and spend the night. I met her on Friday night as we had agreed, and did not leave her apartment, at least to go home, until Sunday night. I rode her time after time, until we both sweetly ached.
Her supervisor commented on how much better her attitude had become and how she could concentrate more fully now. What he did not know was that we were meeting every night after work, eating dinner together in her place or mine, and improving each other’s attitudes in a direct physical fashion.
That lasted three weeks.
At the end of that time, we were walking down the street together when I felt a sharp pain and woke up in the hospital with Tina leaning over me.
A man a few stories above me, it seems, had picked a warm day in January to finally take his air conditioner out of the window. He made it, but in the process dropped the screwdriver he had been using, and it gave me an almost glancing blow on the way down. The blade hit my head and slid into my shoulder. I was unconscious for two days.
I was going to be all right, but I could not go back to work for a few more weeks. I needed some help during that time, and of course Tina volunteered to move in with me. I had to avoid doing much that might strain my shoulder so - let’s say that I had many interesting times lying still while Tina found out how much her mouth and throat could take of me. And after a bit, another portion of her anatomy came in for heavy use.
When I was back at work and in fact on Valentine’s Day, Tina asked me to marry her. I had always felt that I was not ready to settle down, but then I had always been unwilling to settle down to the point of living with someone, and I was doing that now.
I pondered chasing another woman who had begun working in the office. But if I wanted to do that, I needed to use the word to make Tina fall out of love with me, to write me off to experience. And then I realized that all memory of what it might be had gone.
I pondered whether the feelings that Tina had for me were real, and realized that I had no way to tell the difference. She had shown that she was willing to care for me when I was sick, she certainly thought that she loved me (and, yes, I guess I loved her), she was damn good in bed… And there was no easy way out. It took me a day, but I said yes.
The End !!!
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birdie8819
I gave her only an inch, then withdrew slightly, then a little more, until I was moving easily within her.
When I was at my limit, I began to give her faster strokes, and after only a few of those I could feel her internal muscles clamping down, to show that she had reached an orgasm. I slowed now for a while, to let her recover and to let myself last.
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bro birdie8819, very nice story..
this method is just like flying kites, wulow, tarek, wulow, tarek…
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bro birdie8819, very nice story..
this method is just like flying kites, wulow, tarek, wulow, tarek…
Glad you like this story bro C_L !
Will look for more tonight as I’m in office now working ……walau heavy rain in the east ……
Sigh….what a day to relax at home ….
Also Thanks bro stoneflint for reading the stories here …..too bad you got no power to upz me ….never mind it’s OK just glad that you enjoy the stories here .
One long story for tonight about Fantasy, Domination/submission, Female Domination, BDSM, Humiliation, Exhibitionism - Title : Hypno slavers . Enjoy !!!
When I awoke the next morning I dragged myself from the bed and took a good long shower. My appointment was at two pm and since it was about eleven I had time to pamper myself and relax. I could smell ham and eggs and after I dried myself, put on a bathrobe and opened the food receptacle.
It was located on the front wall next to the entrance and had two sliding doors, one opening from the outside, and one on the inside. The food was placed there for the patient’s convenience, and I must admit the flavor of the delicious food was much better than I’d experienced for a long time. Eggs, ham, hash browns, orange juice, buttered toast. It was a wonderful meal and I enjoyed every bite of it while watching TV.
I felt something inside that I couldn’t identify, like some kind of revelation that my whole world was changing. Dr. La Chote was unlike any woman I’d ever met, and I was so intoxicated with her beauty and sophistication that I could barely wait for my next session. In twenty-nine days I would have a whole new start sexually, in addition to my payment. In a sense I think that this was almost as valuable to me as the money.
When I got my nuts off in front of the doctor and her nurse it was the most erotic experience I could remember, but I dreamed of enjoying a good hot piece of ass at the first opportunity. I knew it would take time to heal and renew, however, and I was filled with a special kind of patience and trust in the extraordinary abilities of the staff here, blissfully knowing what the end result would be.
I slid open another small door on the opposite wall, and placed the tray on the conveyor belt inside. When I closed the stainless steel cover I could hear the belt moving, taking my tray to wherever the kitchen was.
I looked out of the window and at the woods nearby. It was actually quite peaceful, but I was sure I would become tired of the view by the time I left here. The tall electrified fence gave a definite sense of security, but also was a bit intimidating, giving one the feeling of being a prisoner. Considering where I was, however, I was more than glad to have good security while here, I really didn’t care to wander around Tijuana, Mexico anyway. It was hard telling what one would run into there. I would be more than glad to return to the US when I’d finished here.
By one forty in the afternoon I was becoming a little bored and when I left the room and headed down the hallway I felt the tingling of butterflies deep in the pit of my stomach, like that experienced before some sordid and highly erotic event.
I went to the reception desk and checked in, and sat on one of the many comfortable waiting room chairs not far from the counter. I was trying to suppress a deeply erotic sense of pleasure, and wondered what would transpire today in the packed waiting room. I couldn’t believe the traffic flow through here. I had passed many patients in the hallway coming over to the other side, some of whom were nude, but they all seemed happy and eager in whatever direction their particular therapy was taking them.
I once again availed myself of the extensive collection of magazines and periodicals in the well stocked book racks, and became engrossed in an interesting article about celebrities. It was one fifty now, and soon I would be called for my next strange adventure with Dr. Emily. My dick was already becoming hard, and I had to do a bit of mental blocking to keep it from becoming obvious to the crowd of patients.
I looked at the front of the reception desk, wondering if anything would take place there today, but no one appeared, and I read on, engrossed in the magazine story.
Also, as I glanced around the large reception area I spotted the pretty woman who had masturbated for the crowd yesterday. She was sitting there, head down, hiding in a magazine, and I could tell she had no desire to look at the other patients. She looked quite embarrassed and reclusive. Some of the other patients noticed her also, and looked down smiling, not wanting to embarrass her further.
Then a few minutes later I glanced at the side door next to the second reception area, and saw it open slowly. I was a bit shocked when I saw a nude male coming slowly into the room, looking in obvious embarrassment at the large group of people. He clutched a small towel in one hand but had nothing on whatever. Most of the women looked curiously at him, and some of the men. I was amazed that such a thing was part of the therapy here, and wondered what could be the possible reason for it.
The man was about in his late thirties, and had a strong erection. I turned away initially, and tried to concentrate on my article, but my curiosity got the better of me in the next few minutes, and I sheepishly watched the unfortunate soul who was standing there quite mortified, at the far end of the reception desk.
Most of the males were not comfortable watching the man, including myself, but it was interesting to look at the women in the area who were gawking intently at him. He stood there and slowly began stroking off, glancing furtively at the engrossed women. He was dripping a bit and held the small towel so as to catch the drainage. He began jacking off rapidly, plainly humiliated very deeply, and as the decadent women watched him, grinning unmercifully, he moved his hand rapidly, gasping and grunting with the effort.
The pretty nurses at the reception desk looked at him from time to time, obviously enjoying the show, but also it was obvious that they had seen it, and many others like it many times. He suddenly jerked awkwardly and groaned as he ejaculated onto the thick towel. He continued pumping his hips and groaning as he emptied out and finally stood there looking drained and subdued. Having finished his onerous duty, he looked straight at the amused women as he wiped off his hand and his penis. Then he quickly exited into the same door and disappeared.
It was over in a few minutes and once again I was profoundly stunned by the antics that went on here at the clinic. I had accepted this whole situation by now, though, and braced myself to be prepared for most anything.
“Mr. Fanner!”
I jumped up and followed the nurse into the second reception room. After waiting a few minutes, I was given my ‘medication’, and instructed to go to the same room that I had gone to the day before. The sweet liquid was quite enjoyable, and I wondered if it had any genuinely addictive ingredients. At this point I suspected that it had, and that I would find many surprises and unusual events here besides the effects of the tasty medication.
I entered the long hallway and walked to the end, rounding the corner and headed toward the far door of the second hallway. There were no windows inside the building that I could detect, and it appeared to be a sealed enclosure. I passed the back security door and there appeared to be two separate doors, one outside and an inner anteroom door. Both appeared to be controlled by an electronic lock requiring a card of some kind.
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I opened the last door and started down the hallway, and was met by a man and a woman walking in the opposite direction. It would have been uncomfortable to speak to them and I averted my eyes and continued on. I walked to Dr. Emily’s area and went in. The two delicious nurses were there, one of them doing paperwork, and the other working on the computer.
They barely smiled as I entered, but got up and came over to me. My hardon was raging by now and stuck out noticeably at the front of my pants. They stood looking curiously at me, their arms folded in front of them. The one named Eleanor, a dark haired beauty with a perfect ass, spoke first.
“Remove your clothing please, doctor’s orders.” I hesitated for just a moment, a little puzzled at this change in procedure but removed my shoes, socks, and shirt, and handed them to the two serious nurses. I took my pants off and as they watched closely, my shorts. Once again my hard cock jumped out, springing up and down in a painful way. Whatever was in the medication was having a very serious effect on my dick, and I was experiencing the most intense erections that I had ever known.
The nurse named Cindy looked at the door to Dr. La Chote’s office. “Go on in, the doctor is waiting for you.” She handed me a small towel….“Don’t drip on the doctor’s rug,” she said quietly, “Move!”
I was a little irritated at this rude treatment, but opened the door and went inside. After I closed the door I could see Dr. La Chote sitting on her couch. I started to walk over to her and was stopped by her words. She had a serious tone in her voice. “Jim I really would appreciate your being courteous during our sessions, please ask me first before you come to sit with me.”
I was a bit bewildered and my feelings just a bit hurt, but she was right, I must exercise good manners and courtesy while here, after all, I was a guest, and I sure didn’t want to antagonize them.
“Yes mam,” I said in a low voice, “I apologize.”
“Good,” she whispered, as she straightened her skirt, “Please sit down.”
I sat down carefully on the opposite easy chair again. It had an absorbent towel covering as before. She looked intensely at me, moving forward a little.
“Jim, did you jackoff last night or today?” The medication was hitting me again and I felt a little groggy but still fully awake. “No mam.”
“Excellent Jim, when you obey my requests you make me happy, and you also serve the interests of your therapy. Play with yourself gently, and make your penis totally erect for me.” This was no problem, I couldn’t control my raging hardon at this point, and it was literally taking over my whole sense of awareness.
I looked at her absently, feeling more at ease doing this in front of her, and she looked at my privates with a clinical interest.
She got closer to me and stared directly into my eyes. “What do you want me to say Jim?”
I was puzzled by her question but was feeling very good by now and licked my dry lips as I gazed at her with my full attention. Her dark hair was shiny and silky, and her bangs hung perfectly over her forehead. She wore glasses and her pretty face was beginning to consume me even as I sat there.
“I….I’m sorry mam…..I….don’t know quite what you mean.”
She shifted slightly, her penetrating and beautiful eyes piercing mine. “Yes you do.”
I paused for a few moments, trying desperately to choose the correct response. The situation here was becoming more demanding with each session, and our dialogue more poignant. I suddenly discovered that this was not going to be the hot fun and games that I had envisioned originally.
“Tell me what you want me to say Jim.”
I was becoming very uncomfortable now and looked at her plaintively, trying to convey to her that I was trying very hard to please her but that her meaning was escaping me now.
She moved close to my face now, her hand up to her chin, as in thought.
“I’ll tell you this time, but next time you must tell me what to say.”
I was completely baffled now, and looked into her deep blue eyes helplessly, my stone erection dribbling cum on the towel.
“You are my slave Jim.
The moment she said this my mind did a flip flop, and I felt my whole being sucked down a deep tunnel into nothingness. I could see her face but that was all, and nothing else in the room was obvious to me. It was a place that had no description, only her wonderful and commanding voice, and the incredible and exotic fragrance of her expensive perfume.
“Deep sleep Jim…deeper and deeper….my voice is the center of your world…you hear only my voice….you obey only my voice. Every fiber of your being listens to what I say, you can do nothing but obey me…totally, completely, absolutely, you are my slave.”
“Yes……I obey…..only you.”
Dr. La Chote brought out the secondary hypnotic device, designed by her experts to induce truly deep and consummate hypnotic emersion, the second phase of the hypnotic locking process. Emily knew that she owned the patient, even at this early stage, but also knew that serious preparation must precede the more drastic phases of the hypnotic conversion technique.
She was feeling her wetness by now, the dampness in her genital area that always accompanied these methods, and let her mind wander briefly into the more carnal aspects of her complete dominion over this slave. But that would come later. This patient slave would be doing positively atrocious things to her and others and to himself in the coming weeks and months, and would never be aware unless she opened his consciousness to it.
When an entranced slave was suddenly brought to full consciousness, while in a completely bound and obedient state, during a particularly humiliating or disgusting act, the mortification they felt was severe and profound.
Her sadistic needs were endless and incredibly erotic to her, and she felt no remorse, having developed a very solid rationale inside her compartmentalized mind, that allowed her to victimize others, with emotional impunity. She knew somewhere inside her though, that this was patently wrong….she was a bad girl, as her parents had often told her, but this mattered little now, she had become absorbed in her trans erotic life, and nothing would change that.
Her colleagues here were out of the same mold, and they reinforced her passionate and nasty techniques and habits. Some were far worse than her. Dr. Samantha was in a class by herself…even Emily was awed by her, and her other executive assistant, Dr. Sabrina Sydney. She had chosen them for their cruelty, and exceptional talent in reducing normal men to pets.
She sat the device in front of Mr. Fander, and turned it on. The hypnotic transducer sparkled with bursts of soft light, millions of needles of soothing, almost translucent radiance, and she watched his muscles loosen noticeably. The intense subliminal audio accompanying this visual display could not be heard but was extremely powerful in itself…and the two packed a double whammy that virtually sealed the unsuspecting victim’s fate. Once past this session, it was all over for the patient.
“Look at the light….the wonderful glistening light….soft soothing, sparkling light. You are now going to enter an even deeper trance than before, a much much deeper sleep. You cannot stop it….it rules you….completely….body and soul…and you must sink into the light. Deep deep sleep….deep deep sleep….into the light….the deepest part of the light….flowing inside…deeper and deeper….you hear and obey only my voice….you must obey my commands completely…..absolutely…..unchangeably…..for all time…you must do my bidding no matter what I command you to do.”
“Tell me….what you must do.”
“I must obey you always….must do anything….always.”
I was completely enveloped in the soft sparkling light now….down, down, down into the light….I had no mind of my own now…..my mind was her voice and her commands.
There was no world here…I was not aware of my existence…only the intense need to obey her voice. There was nothing left of me….nothing but obedience to her…to her voice.
“I want you to open your eyes now Jim.”
Slowly my eyes parted and opened and I stared at her in complete supplication. She was my world….my only world.
“Now Jim….Eleanor and Cindy are going to take you across the hall to one of our special treatment rooms. You must obey them exactly as you would obey me, completely and without question….do you understand?”
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“Yes….I must obey them.”
Her words were perfectly clear to me, and I was bound to do exactly as she said. Exactly and completely.
“Get on your knees like a dog,” she murmured.
I stood and dropped down at once, kneeling in complete obedience to her. She took a dog collar from her end table and pushed it into my mouth.
“Crawl over to the door and wait,” she said silently.
I began to walk on all fours toward the door, the collar in my mouth, and it seemed perfectly normal to me, and I had no reservations about it. She pushed the button and the door opened and the two nurses stood over me.
“Give him the once over,” Dr. Emily said, “I want you to have fun with him, enjoy yourselves. Special treatment room three.” She knew that the two cruel nurses would victimize Jim, and that’s what she wanted. She needed to break his will completely while under hypnosis. All this was very real to Jim at the moment, but once the session was over, he would remember nothing. That thought was highly erotic to Emily, and her juices began to flow more vigorously, and she required a trip to the bathroom.
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Eleanor took the dog collar from my mouth and put it around my neck attaching it firmly. She attached a leash to the collar and pulled me along with her out into the hallway. There were two female patients coming down the hallway and they stopped and stared. Cindy slapped my ass as we were moving across the hall to another door. “Move your butt!,” she grunted, and Eleanor yanked my leash hard to pull me into the room. I was aware of the other women and it was quite humiliating.
They closed and locked the door and pulled me to the center of the room and each sat on comfortable chairs on either side of me. Eleanor removed the leash and gripped my balls tightly. I jumped from the pain and she pinched my dick and made me yell again.
“Walk around the room on your hands and knees and come back here!,” she yelled. I was completely at their mercy, still in a deep state of emersion and obedience, and quickly padded around the room on the hard, tiled floor. I came back and stopped in front of Eleanor, looking meekly at her.
Eleanor yelled loudly, making me jump in fright….“Did I tell you to stop?, get your fucking ass moving!”
I slipped and almost fell as I headed around the room again, and moved quickly so as not to displease the irritable nurses. I went around twice and each time I passed them they smacked my ass or tweaked my dick or balls. I was becoming winded now, but desperately continued my shameful trek around the floor. Cindy shrieked as I came near again. “Stop, and get your fucking face down to the floor!”
I almost ran into her as I skidded to a halt and put my forehead next to the floor surface, leaving my ass in the air and my balls dangling precariously behind me. She grabbed my hair and held my head down as Eleanor gripped my hanging nuts and squeezed painfully. I grunted in pain and trembled as Cindy pushed down on my head.
“Lick the fucking floor you worthless bastard, lick the whole floor!”
I was so afraid that I began to lap eagerly at the linoleum surface. As Eleanor tweaked my balls I licked the floor up and down again lapping every inch that I possibly could. I could taste the floor wax and pieces of dirt and grit collected on my tongue.
A deep sense of shame gripped me but I could do nothing.
“Swallow it!”, Cindy spat, “swallow the fucking dirt!” I did exactly as she said and gulped the dusty residue and ate it down as I looked up in fear at Cindy. I was terrified now and felt that Dr. La Chote would punish me because of my poor performance.
“Lick my fucking shoe clean!”, you chickenshit bastard, eat the dirt off the bottom of my shoe!"
She stuck the bottom surface of her shoes in my face and I eagerly licked every inch clean and ate the gritty covering. After I had cleaned her shoe soles Eleanor held my balls and allowed me to clean the bottom of her shoes also. My face was a bit dirty now and my mouth full of grit and grime but I ate it all and kneeled in shame as the two laughed at me.
Eleanor and Cindy felt contempt for each patient slave, they lived to torment subservient men, and became quite aroused while doing this.
She got up and pulled a small saddle from a bench nearby. She put it on me and fastened the cinch so that it clung tightly. She sat on my back in the saddle and Cindy put a bridle in my mouth. Her weight pushed down heavily on me and she pulled upward on the bridle causing a sharp pain in my jaws.
“Giddy up you worthless piece of shit!, get moving!”
I strained heavily and managed to carry her around the room a few times as she pulled painfully on the stirrups. I was completely out of breath and she whipped my ass with the straps. I yelled as she lashed me and stumbled around on all fours trying desperately not to fall.
“Now whiny like a horse you ignorant cocksucker, let me hear you!”
I tried but couldn’t make a sound at first, and she lashed me again and I screamed in pain. I began to neigh loudly and continued until I could barely make a sound. Again and again they forced me around the room as they laughed at me. Their laughter was genuine, they were truly enjoying this. Finally they stopped and took the saddle off. They removed the bridle and put the leash back on, and opened the door, leading me out into the hallway again.
We crossed over to the other side and went into the small reception area to Dr. La Chote’s office. I was sweating and panting as they opened Dr. La Chote’s door.
They led me inside and Dr. Emily stood there with her hands on her hips looking down at me with a satisfied look on her face.
“Take his leash and collar off and leave us,” she said, barely moving her lips.
When the door closed I knelt there with my head hanging down, still winded from my treatment. I looked up briefly and saw another woman sitting in the easy chair that I had been using.
“Follow me,” she said, walking over to her couch. She sat down and I padded over and stopped in front of them, still panting. “This is Dr. Samantha Jones, she is my associate partner, and we need to talk to you for a few moments.”
“Did you learn something from your session with Eleanor and Cindy?,” she said, looking at Dr. Jones, and then to me.
“Yes mam…..I….I….licked the floor.”
“You licked the floor?”
“Yes mam!”
Dr. Samantha Jones smiled mischievously at Dr. La Chote.
“You should lick the floor because that is what you’re suited for Jim. Come over and kneel in front of Dr. Samantha facing me, and spread your legs.”
I got down and crawled on my sore knees and positioned myself in front of the very pretty Dr. Samantha, my rear open to her and legs spread. She had a pair of surgical gloves on and lubricated her finger. She slowly rubbed her finger around my asshole and forced it all the way in to the hilt. She slid it in and out slowly, speaking to me.
Dr. Samantha’s voice was low and sexy…
“Jack off for us Jim….jack off but don’t ejaculate yet.”
As Dr. Samantha slowly worked her finger around inside me and massaged my balls Dr. Emily questioned me. “Do not ejaculate Jim until we tell you to, is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“You will pay total attention to what I am about to say and will absorb and believe every word completely. Is that clear Jim?”
She pulled up lightly on my hair looking into my eyes.
“You are a worthless slave Jim….do you understand?”
“Yes mam.”
“Look at me.”
“You are good only for serving other people.”
“Yes.”
I stroked off, moving my hand evenly up and down my rock hard penis as she spoke.
“You are a lowlife Jim.”
“Yes.”
“You were born to be a dirty groveling scum Jim.”
“Yes.”
My sense of self esteem dropped abysmally at that point, and I let her words rule me, feeling a hopeless emotion that is hard to describe.
“You are absurd and ridiculous and people should make fun of you Jim.”
“Yes.”
“You stink and need a bath Jim.”
“Yes.”
“You are a joke and must serve everyone around you.”
“Yes mam.”
“You smell and are disgusting to be around Jim.”
“Yes.”
“Dr. Samantha and I laugh when we talk about you.”
“Yes.”
“You are a living pile of shit Jim.”
“Yes mam.”
I sank to the lowest level I had ever experienced….nothing could describe my consummate shame and degradation.
Dr. Samantha pulled on my swollen balls and massaged my prostate gland expertly.
Dr. Emily leaned in and held my nose closed.
“Masturbate and ejaculate now Jim.”
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I began to move my hand rapidly as Dr. La Chote spoke to me, and Dr. Samantha’s overpowering ministrations forced me over the edge very soon. I was gasping for breath as I jerked off and snorted loudly as I squirted a thick, viscous wad of seminal fluid all over the large towel.
Dr. Emily continued to hold my nose as I looked at her and ejaculated, humping my hips in and out, and snorting for breath. Just as I began to slow my jerking motion, spitting less fluid with each grunt, Dr. Emily forced her finger in my mouth and touched the back of my throat gagging me.
I was still oozing cum as Dr. Emily held me by the ear.
“You pathetic pig…you enjoyed what we were doing to you while you jacked off didn’t you? I am disgusted by you Jim. She looked deeply into my eyes with total contempt, and my inner feelings were wounded in a very real way that I had never imagined possible. I was completely devastated.
“Yes mam.”
I was almost in tears as Dr. Samantha wiped my dick and balls off and I knelt on my haunches looking pathetically at Dr. La Chote.
Dr. Jones slapped my ass and grabbed my hair. She pulled me around so that I was still kneeling and facing her.
“You seem to be uncooperative Mr. Fander…I am not pleased by that. The beautiful and curvacious doctor put her face close to mine. I am going to have to teach you true humility when you come into my area. You are going to meet my good nursing assistants, and they, and I, will make you very sorry for your disobedience.
I was crushed, and just kneeled there looking at her in complete supplication.
“Please, I want to serve you.”
She slapped me lightly.
“Don’t lie to me Mr. Fander….I have ways to make you regret it.”
I was terrified. Anything I said or did meant nothing. Mentally I had nowhere to go.
Dr. Jones got up to leave….“Emily I have two patients I need to discuss with you at your earliest convenience.”
“Dr. La Chote stood and they walked to the door between their offices. Alright I’ll meet with you tomorrow morning about ten.”
Dr. Jones left and Emily sat again. “Sit down on the chair Jim.”
I flopped down from exhaustion and looked at her in shame.
“Now Jim….I’m going to count backwards from ten, and when I reach one you will be fully awake. You will remember absolutely nothing of your hypnotic session today and will feel very refreshed and renewed. Each time I put you into a trance it will be stronger and deeper. You are totally unable to disobey me now, and that is irreversible. You will obey absolutely any command I give to you, anytime. Do you understand me?
“Yes, yes, yes….oh I want to please you.”
When you awaken you will feel deep shame inside your mind, deep unconscious shame, but you will not understand why or remember anything about your hypnotic sessions. Is that clear?”
“Yes mam.”
“You will always be able to produce an extreme erection in my presence, is that clear?”
“You will be able to have sexual intercourse normally during our future meetings. You will be able to fuck normally, is that clear.”
“Yes mam.”
“Ten, nine, you’re beginning to wake up….eight seven….slowly coming awake….six five….more and more awake….four three….almost awake….two one….you are completely awake now.”
I opened my eyes and looked at the severely pretty woman and felt an intense emotion toward her. I was convinced that I would do absolutely anything for her….I couldn’t really comprehend what was happening to me but…I knew it was far beyond my control. I wanted to fuck Dr. Emily but such a thought was absurd, she was my….master….why did I think that….I….didn’t know, but I couldn’t control myself in her presence and was fawning and obsequious in my manner toward her.
“Tomorrow….same time Jim….I don’t have to tell you not masturbate between now and then. You’re progressing very well, and I was able to take you into a very deep trance today. You’re healing quite well.”
“Yes mam.” I had no recollection at all of a hypnotic trance, and was beginning to think the whole thing was a farce. Why would they lie to me. And why did I have dirt in my mouth? My feelings toward Dr. Emily were becoming obsessive, oh how I wanted to eat her cunt. But such a thing was ridiculous.
I retrieved my clothing from the nurses, dressed, and walked back to the reception area and went to the other building. I felt very well, but there were peculiar feelings inside me when I was in the presence of women now. Deep sinking feelings of dread. I put it out of my mind and was consumed with thinking about fucking Dr. Emily and her nurses, Eleanor and Cindy. Oh how I wanted to fuck them all. I wondered if they would consider me worthy of them, professionals and all. I wondered if I could ever actually fuck them. Probably not. My problem was not something that could change quickly. My fantasy life took off like a rocket, and it was becoming more and more difficult not to jack off while in my room.
I went into my quarters and lay down for a nap. I’d learned that there were group meetings of various kinds for the patients here. To learn more about medical procedures and other things concerning sexual mental health, but I was simply exhausted now, and as I drifted off to sleep I wondered how I had developed several welts on my ass. Some kind of rash or skin eruption I supposed. Around here one had to expect anything. It was a strange world indeed.
I looked forward to my next session, where I could look at Dr. Emily’s ass again, and Eleanor, and Cindy, and dream.
The End !!!
One last story for tonight , it’s about Fantasy, Non-consensual sex, Domination/submission, Mind Control, Wife . Title : Wife and nurse abused by domme boss . Enjoy !!!
It had been a long and expensive summer season with Ron and I buying a new boat and taking an extended vacation. By the time we returned home we were neck deep in debt and wanted to get everything paid and caught up before Christmas. I took a part time job working at a clinic that performed obstetric and gynecology services for young girls with financial need. The largest numbers of our patients were teenage girls wanting to go on birth control. As the staff RN I worked two late evenings a week assisting the doctor in performing the physical exam process.
I came directly to this job those two evenings from my full time job at he hospital. I stayed until the clinic closed at 9 PM and had to stay until the doctor completed his charting before I could leave. Some days depending on how busy they were in the morning I did not get out until 11:30 or midnight. On the nights I worked the clinic job my husband did moonlighting working on clients computer systems until late at night. Some nights we would not see each other until we woke up together the next morning.
The doctor who worked at this clinic was not a very sociable man. He was in his mid fifties and was a medium height stocky man who wore his scrub pants to high on his hips. Despite my attempts to strike up a conversation with him he never talked or tried to be nice. I also did not like his bedside manner with the girls he treated. Although he always washed his hands he never put on gloves when performing the vaginal or rectal exams. He also seemed to be rough not applying KY or any type lubricant many times before inserting the speculum or his fingers causing the girls discomfort. On many occasions I thought he seemed to be playing with the patients versus simply performing an exam, but my questions to the nursing supervisors met with deaf ears.
We finished up our last patient at 9:22 PM on Tuesday evening and I cleaned the exam room as the doctor went to his private office to do his charting for the day. I asked if he had any idea how long he would be tonight and he did not answer me. After I finished the cleaning I stocked the supplies and then went into the employee lounge and started to read a magazine. I tried to call my husband several times and he was not home. A little after midnight the doctors light was still on in his office and I went into the bathroom. When I came out the doctor asked if I would help him set up an exam room for the next morning before we left. Since it was really the first time since I worked with him that he had spoken to me I told him it was not a problem.
We entered one of the exam rooms that was not used. It was a large room with several objects covered with sheets. I figured it was a procedure room and asked what he needed me to do. He asked me to retrieve an object inside a large vat, I bent over the side and reached in as I felt something stick me in the butt, it was something sharp like a needle. The doctor moved from in back of me as I stood up and he went back to the counter asking about the object. I started to ask about the sharp stick when I realized I was unable to speak and I felt my arms and legs going numb. Before I realized I had fallen to the floor and was unable to move, I was afraid at first that I was having a stroke or something until I saw the doctor stand over me with a sinister grin. My mind was still sharp but I could not move as he picked me up and placed me onto a large bed that he had uncovered. I wanted to scream but could not.
The doctor took my top and pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor. He reached and un snapped my bra and pulled it off my arms revealing my 34 A chest to his evil eyes. He took his hand and pinched my left nipple tightly for a minute causing me to feel pain. Both my nipples responded by quickly getting hard as nails and sticking out profusely. He played with both my nipples for a few minutes and then grabbed the waistband of my scrub pants and pulled them off my legs leaving me in my panties and sneakers. He stood back for a minute looking at my 5’4” 112 pound body laid out helpless in front of him. He pulled out a camera from one of the cabinets and started snapping pictures before coming back and pulling my panties, shoes and socks off me leaving me now totally naked. He snapped a few more pictures and then picked me up and laid me onto an exam table in the room. He placed my legs up in the stirrups and then dropped the end of the table my butt was on, leaving me gaping open to his view. He ran his fingers through my black pubic hair several times before pulling a handful again causing me pain that I was unable to scream out from. He walked over to the supply cabinet and returned with a razor we used to shave areas for surgical prep. He took the razor and shaved my entire pubic area clean including my butt. Now he stopped and took more pictures.
I did not know what this perverted old man was going to do to me before he was finished. I wanted to plead with him to stop but could not speak or move to escape him. He stuck his hand to my now bare pussy and pressed a finger to my opening while his next finger pushed at the opening of my anus. With a small laugh he pushed his fingers dry into me causing discomfort as he snapped pictures with his other hand. He worked his fingers in and out of me until I started to provide some lubrication that made the prodding easier to bear. As this disgusting old man pushed his fingers in and out of me at a rapid rhythm I could hear the sounds of my lubrication ring in my ears, I wanted to kick and scream but could do nothing but lay here helpless to whatever this perverted old fiend wanted to do to me. I was humiliated by my position and felt so vulnerable in my nakedness unable to move or to protect myself. I was mortified by the pictures being taken of me in such a compromised position but he continued his assault without appearing to have any concern about being caught.
Finally this gross old man removed his fingers form my intimate areas and walked away leaving me lay upon this exam table open for the world to see. When he returned a few minutes later he had removed the sheets from the items in the room. As I looked around in horror they were all items of pain and humiliation. It looked like a BDSM dungeon that you would see in a porn type movie. I looked at my captor who was now out of his normal scrubs an was wearing a leather suit as if he was the master of his dungeon and I was his slave to do with as he pleased. He pulled a large grotesque looking anal plug from his back and smiled a wicked smile at me. He took a bottle of KY jelly and liberally applied a large amount to my anus and then pushed the plug up inside me. Shots of incredible pain jolted my anal opening until I thought I would split in two from this monster invading my butt. I had never seen one in real life but had seen pictures that nurses I worked with had in magazines before. Finally the plug was lodged up inside of me and I was starting to relax, the screaming that was all contained inside me was settling down as I adjusted to the size and feel of the invading member until it provided an incredible feeling of fullness. More pictures were taken of my further humiliation as I still lay helpless on his table of torture now.
I opened my eyes as I felt my body being lifted from the table and carried across the room to a device that looked like some form of stool or ergonomic chair. I was positioned on the device so that I was looking down at the floor while my butt was higher than any other part of my body. My legs were down and then lifted back toward me and my ankles were shackled to the mounts near them. My hands were then placed into some type of leather cuff device and strapped out in front to the sides of me. Even if I had not been drugged I would not have been able to move once in this predicament. First my breasts were played with from underneath with him pulling and pinching my nipples obscenely. He then placed some type of clamp upon each of my nipples that applied constant pressure and when he would do something would send volts of electricity through my tender nipples. I was still unable to cry or to scream from the pain. Next he took some type of leather device and started rubbing his hands over the cheeks of my butt. Between rubbing gently he would bring this leather device down on my skin in a spanking motion that would have made me jump out of the chair if I had been able. He would then use his hand to gently caress my reddened backside until he would deliver another blow. This treatment went on for what seemed to be an eternity.
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I noticed that there were several cameras positioned around the room and wondered why the doctor would want to incriminate himself by taking so many pictures and video of this molestation and sexual attack. At the same time a sense of shame and humiliation filled my thoughts at the knowledge that anyone I told would be able to see me in this position. I had always been a pretty private person, wearing a two piece swim suit was a bit over the edge for me. I preferred to make love to my husband with the lights out just because I had always thought it improper for anyone to see me in the nude. Outside of my husband I had never been touched or made love to by anyone else. The only people to have ever seen me naked outside of my parents when I was a baby were my husband and my own gynecologist. I had always thought that gynecologist sort of become immune to seeing naked women and that it was just a part of the job for them, I never imagined that they could ever be capable of anything like what I was experiencing now.
I was released from the bonds of the chair I was in finally and taken to another device that I was knelt in front of. Before I fell to the ground I was put into some type of device that looked like the old western style stock where a persons neck and wrists were placed onto a wooden board and another board was then locked down confining them. As I looked forward I was horrified to see the doctor remove a PVC piece of clothing to reveal his manhood in all its glory. The doctor had from all accounts I had ever seen as a nurse a large cock with an exceptionally large set of balls hanging below his cock. He was probably 8-9” in total length and at least 4 inches around with a large purple colored head. He took his new toy and pressed it to my lips and then gently pried my mouth open inserting himself into my mouth until he pressed against the back of my throat causing a gagging reaction. Although I could not really suck or lick him due to the drugs administered to me he thrust himself in and out of my mouth until he pulled himself out and shot loads of his hot sticky cum over my face. I could not believe what was happening to me, I was embarrassed beyond belief to be in such a position and to be totally helpless compounded the humiliation that I felt. Now to have a strange man stick his nasty dirty penis into my mouth and use it as some sort of sexual device for his satisfaction was the absolute worst humiliating thing I could imagine until he shot his cum all over my face and left it there making me look like some cheap street whore turning tricks for crack. What he just did to me I did not even do for my husband in the privacy of our bedroom. The doctor seemed happy with himself as he stood back to take pictures of his handiwork.
Leaving my face covered with cum I was now taken to a device that after placing wrist cuffs on my wrists were hoisted into the air and pulled apart as far as my shoulders would allow. My ankles were again shackled and tied to some sort of pulley device that suspended me off the ground and spread my legs obscenely apart. The doctor played with my butt and rubbed my pussy for a few minutes until he started again spanking my butt with his bare hand. When he stopped he retrieved a wooden stand with a large glass looking phallus attached to the top. He moved it in front of me and inserted the thing into my pussy until it was inside me deep and standing on the ground on the other end. It was so large that it hurt like hell as he inserted it into me. As I was suspended with it inside my pussy it began to decrease in pain as I adjusted to its size. I was so totally full with the large butt plug in my butt and this thing in my pussy there was no room left. He took more pictures and then told me he had something I needed to see.
He uncovered a large video screen in front of me and then started a movie. It was of one of the girls I worked with having the same humiliating things done to her. As I watched it unfold in front of me I thought why would she still work here for him after this animal did such horrendous things to her? Why when I went to her with complaints about his contact with his patients did she blow me off? Next he showed a slideshow of still shots taken of her with him in the same precarious positions as I found myself. As I watched the videos I could tell I was getting control back into my extremities. As I tried to move the oversized phallus caused me pain. To keep from the pain I had to remain perfectly still and not try to fight the bonds that held me captive. The doctor laughed and told me that over the next 15 minutes I would regain full control of all my body functions, he told me not to fight the bonds or the large object inside my pussy would rupture my internal organs. More humiliation as I now could move and had to stay still.
He continued showing me more video and photographs of himself with each of the girls in the office who I worked with. I was furious with them all for not having put a stop to this brutal perverted man until he showed me video of a girl I did not know. He followed with headline clips of where she had gone to the authorities and they would not believe her since she had no proof. She never told about the existence of the video or pictures but I fully understood why at this point. Later her husband left her as he thought she was cheating on him, her life was destroyed by this doctor who was seen in the eyes of the public as a hero providing health services to the poor and underprivileged. He stopped the video and then told me to watch carefully as he showed me video and pictures of myself. The pictures and video were horrifying to watch, they showed me exposed and taken advantage of in ways I never knew were possible. He told me that now he was going to release me from my bonds and that I would follow his every request fully or he would publish my pictures and video on the internet that did not include his image and it would look like I freely participated and enjoyed the action. I sobbed as I knew he was right and that there was nothing I could do to stop him without destroying my own life.
The butt plug was removed from my anus and the phallus from my gaping pussy. The bonds that restrained me were released and I stood by the doctor waiting for his command. I was told to get under this device he called his queening stool. He removed his clothing and sat upon it leaving his ass and balls directly above my face as he instructed me to use my tongue to lick him until he told me to stop. I hesitated before he sent a shock wave to by nipples. I slowly stuck out my tongue and touched it to the bottom of his anus. I closed my eyes as I obediently licked him from anus to cock tasting his musky smell and smelling his private region. My face was already covered with his cum what more could he do to me that was more humiliating? After he got back up I could see the licking had taken his limp cock and he was now back to full erection. He told me that we were now going to the bed where he and I would make passionate love to each other. He said he fully anticipated my complete participation to pre-empt any difficulties with our new relationship. He said in the future anytime he desired my sexual services I would be expected to comply fully.
I found a new degree of humiliation as I lay in the bed with my captor performing lovemaking acts with him that I would never consider doing with my husband and pretending to love it. I could not let him think I was not into the act entirely in fear my pictures would end up posted all over the net for everyone I knew to see including my husband. Once the doctor had regained his hard on he took forever to cum the second time. I obliged as he offered me his cock for oral sex and then turned me over and stuck his huge monster up my butt. It did not hurt near as bad as I expected I guess due to the large plug that had been inserted earlier. By the time he grew tired of my butt I was turned over onto my back with my legs pressed up over my chest and he drove his huge cock into my pussy. My pussy lubrication dried up from the continued friction of his grinding and I grew sore before he finally pushed fully into me and dumped his second load deep inside my stretched pussy. He brought his slimy covered cock to my mouth and I stuck out my tongue and cleaned him up before he got up.
I showered at work hurriedly and redressed as the doctor sat back in his office. I raced home and quietly crawled into bed in my night clothes still humiliated and wanting to cry. Half and hour later the alarm went off and my husband rolled over placing his hand on my stomach asking what time I finally got in. Late I replied, it was a crazy night and you’d never believe it. He got up and got into the shower and we started back into the grind of another day. Thursday afternoon when I arrived at the clinic after my day at the hospital the other girls acted like nothing happened. The doctor never spoke to me during the exams and after my shift I waited for him to finish his paperwork. Afterwards he told me he wanted a blowjob and I got down in front of him without argument and untied his scrubs and pulled out his cock placing it inside my mouth as my tongue circled his massive mushroom shaped head. He pulled out and blew his load all over my face and I got up and went in to clean up. Before we left he handed me a handful of pictures that showed he and I in bed together. We looked like a couple in love, no one would have ever believed from the pictures that there was any force involved. I drove home to where my husband was waiting on me and wanting to make love. I wonder if he ever thought about why I have become so much more accepting when he wants to try something new?
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