Emma gets what she deserves when she crosses the wrong person
The Doctor's Orders:
An Erotic Tale of Control and Pleasure
Chapter 1
Emma was a tempestuous soul, known for her fiery personality and impulsive nature. She thrived on the thrill of life, chasing excitement and courting conflict in her relationships, a paradox she both bemoaned and reveled in. Her life had been a whirlwind of passionate confrontations and heated arguments, yet she always emerged as the enchanting victor.
Her beauty was a weapon she wielded with finesse, a blend of sensuality and charm that rendered men powerless before her. With lustrous chestnut curls cascading down her shoulders and almond-shaped eyes as beguiling as a summer twilight, she effortlessly commanded attention. Her figure, a captivating blend of curves, cleavage, and confidence, seemed sculpted by the gods themselves. Her full, sensual lips and sultry smile could command a room or send men’s hearts racing with a single glance.
Men in her life often found themselves captivated by her allure, willingly letting her get away with her impulsive escapades. They were drawn to her like moths to a flame, ensnared by her seductive power. Emma had mastered the art of control, using her beauty as both a shield and a sword, navigating life's storms with an intoxicating allure that few could resist.
That day, the storm of her emotions had reached a peak during a heated argument with her boyfriend. Accusations of infidelity flew like arrows, transforming their home into an arena of shouted grievances. Fueled by anger and a sense of betrayal, Emma abruptly stormed out, leaving her boyfriend bewildered in her wake.
Amidst this tumult, the memory of her scheduled OBGYN appointment slipped from her thoughts, drowned in the tempest of emotions. It was only when an unexpected alert flashed on her phone that she realized her oversight, and panic surged through her. Rescheduling doctor appointments was no simple feat in her hectic life.
With hurried fingers, she dialed Dr. Longfellow's office, her voice trembling with urgency as she informed them of her impending delay. The voice on the other end offered reassurance, assuring her that since she held the last appointment of the day, they could accommodate her by pushing it back an hour and notifying the doctor.
Chapter 2
At precisely 5:30 PM, the receptionist discreetly paged Dr. Longfellow regarding the rescheduled appointment. It was Friday evening, and the prospect of staying late at the clinic didn't particularly appeal to him. However, when he glanced at the name on the appointment sheet—Emma—it sparked a flicker of interest that changed his mind about working an extra hour.
With his last patient slot filled by Emma, Andrew decided to take a brief break and grab a quick meal before her appointment. As he sat in the small diner nearby, a peculiar mix of impatience and anticipation stirred within him. There was an undeniable allure about Emma that had left a lasting impression, transcending the usual boundaries of a professional doctor-patient relationship.
Emma's beauty was, without a doubt, captivating. Her figure, graced with curves that seemed to defy gravity, exuded sensuality in every graceful movement. She had a penchant for attire that walked the fine line between daring and tasteful, just enough to turn heads and hold attention. It wasn't just her physical allure that intrigued him, though. It was her vivacious personality and those mischievous glints that occasionally danced in her brown eyes.
Even as he bit into his burger, the taste of grilled beef and cheese momentarily diverting his attention, Andrew couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. He was, first and foremost, a professional, and he held his patients' trust in the highest regard. However, the human mind, especially his, had a curious way of venturing into forbidden territories.
In the confines of his thoughts, he envisioned how her warm, sun-kissed skin might react to his touch, much like the soft bun of his burger yielded to the gentle pressure of his hands. An unmistakable arousal pulsed through him, a reminder of the desires he knew he should resist. Yet, as he reluctantly returned to the clinic, the image of Emma lingered, casting an alluring shadow over his evening.
Chapter 3
As Emma sped down the road towards her appointment, a storm of emotions raged within her. Whenever upset, she tended to turn to aggressive driving, and this particular day was no exception. She weaved in and out of traffic with a certain audacity, her car darting around others, forcing them to slam on their brakes in response to her impatience. Under her breath, she muttered curses at fellow drivers who had the misfortune of sharing the road with her.
Meanwhile, Andrew was on his way back to the office, his meal practically devoured, and the leftovers neatly packed for later. As he maneuvered his car into the parking lot, a sudden streak of recklessness zipped past him, cutting him off abruptly just before the toll gate. The unexpected jolt sent his soda cup flying, its sticky contents soaking into the leather seat. His irritation flared, and he responded with a loud and impatient honk of his horn.
The driver's audacious response took the form of a defiant middle finger aimed directly at him. Andrew seethed with frustration, his irritation mounting at the reckless driver who nearly created an accident. As anger and annoyance swirled within him, he muttered under his breath, "Someone should really teach that woman a lesson." Amid his vexation, there was an undeniable intrigue surrounding the woman who had fearlessly confronted a stranger on the road in such a brazen manner.
His rage simmered as he navigated through the parking lot, searching for a spot to park. It was during this frustrating endeavor that he caught sight of the culprit, the woman who had dared to flip him off, now pulling into a parking space. As she got out of her car he recognized the driver as Emma, his next appointment. The discovery only added fuel to his internal fire, and as he finally parked his car, he couldn't help but plot his revenge.
Chapter 4
As Emma checked in for her appointment, her cheeks were flushed, her nerves running high from the drive. When she arrived at the clinic, it was mostly empty, with only a sign-up sheet on the front desk. She took a moment to sit down, trying to collect her breath and regain her composure.
After waiting for fifteen minutes, but what felt like an eternity, Emma's patience started to wear thin, and a faint hint of frustration began to creep in. She checked her watch impatiently, her foot tapping a staccato rhythm on the floor. As minutes passed, she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "What is the point of having an appointment if it can’t start on time?"
Just as she was on the verge of looking for someone to assist her, the doctor finally entered the waiting area. Dr. Andrew Longfellow, a man in his mid-40s, possessed an undeniable charm aided by his dark, well-groomed hair and captivating blue eyes that usually had a calming effect on his patients. Emma's response to arrival, however, was more sassy than starstruck. She shot him a sidelong glance, her tone laced with disrespect as she quipped, "I hope my punctuality isn't making you run behind schedule."
Andrew, opting for a diplomatic response, flashed a polite smile and replied, "Welcome back Emma. Sorry for the delay, there isn't much staff around; it's pretty late on a Friday,” With a joking grin he said, “Anyway, adding suspense only enhances the moment when I finally come. Let's head to my office and make sure you get what you need."
Emma rolled her eyes slightly but returned his smile, his charm breaking the tension in the room. "Thank you, Andrew," she said with a huff. She followed him as he led her to the examination room. As she walked, she couldn't help but notice that her body was gradually calming down from the stress of the day. A soothing warmth radiated throughout her, the anxiety slowly being replaced with a calming arousal that made her flesh tingle with both the relief of making it to her appointment and the satisfaction of venting her frustrations to the doctor.
Once in the examination room Emma and Andrew chatted briefly about her health. Andrew had to admit that Emma's beauty was captivating, her curves accentuated by the snug-fitting attire she had chosen for the day. Her top revealed just enough cleavage to tantalize the imagination, and the way her pants clung to her figure left little to hide. He couldn't help but appreciate the graceful lines of her body, from her ample breasts down to her shapely thighs.
"Are you ready?" He said handing her a disposable fabric robe.
As Emma changed behind the curtain, Andrew's mind raced with a mix of trepidation and desire. Was he going to do this? Her sassy behavior only hardened his conviction. How could he let her behavior go unpunished? When she emerged from behind the curtain, clad in the fabric robe that hinted at the beauty hidden from his view, the risks suddenly felt inconsequential to his desires. Against his better judgment, he committed to his plan to make her pay for her previous offenses.
Emma settled into the examination chair, her legs gracefully sliding into the stirrups. He locked her feet in place. "Are you comfortable, Emma?" He asked, his voice laced with a hint of authority. His eyes couldn't help but linger on her alluring figure.
Dr. Longfellow reclined Emma in the examination chair, the cold leather against her bare skin sends shivers down her spine. He begins a conversation to distract her from her predicament, a subtle yet calculated move to keep her off balance.
"Hope you had a safe drive to the office, Emma," he began, "I was reading about this news story the other day. It was about a road rage incident that escalated into a person getting chased down by an angry driver.”
Emma, caught up in the conversation with Dr. Longfellow, begins to share her own story. "You won't believe it, but just a few weeks ago, I had a similar situation. This guy cut me off in traffic, and I lost it. I mean, I completely lost it. I honked, gave him the finger, the whole nine yards."
While she spoke, Andrew listened attentively, all the while guiding her hands gently above her head.
She chuckles at the memory, seemingly unremorseful. "Oh, I've never been one to let anyone get away with messing with me. If someone crosses me, they better be ready to face the consequences. Road rage? That's just a taste of it."
“Is that so,” he said with interest. She nodded and continued with her story. Little did she suspect that her impulsive actions on that day were what led to her current predicament. With her hands held in place, he gently binds her wrists to the bar above the examination chair with strong self-adhesive bandages.
With a sly smile, Dr. Longfellow leans in closer to Emma, his voice dripping with a hint of authority. "You know, Emma, sometimes our actions have consequences, even when we least expect them. And it's important to learn from those experiences."
Dr. Longfellow took his seat between Emma's legs, the examination chair creaking softly in response. His large hands tenderly spread her thighs apart, moving deliberately and confidently, revealing her intimate flesh.
The examination began, and the cold metal of the speculum was handled with a surprising sensuality. He trailed it teasingly along her heated skin, the coolness sending shivers through her body. His voice, laced with desire and appreciation, interrupted the silence.
Emma felt the cold, unyielding speculum metal tools move closer to the apex of her thighs, and it caught her off guard. A subtle but undeniable awareness of her situation began to settle over her. The feeling of restraint, both physical and psychological, crept into her consciousness. Her brows furrowed in annoyance as she muttered, "What's with the restraints?"
Dr. Longfellow didn't miss a beat. He liberally coated his fingers with lubricant, their cool touch a stark contrast to her warm, sensitive skin. Emma's breath hitched as he expertly massaged her most intimate areas, her body involuntarily responding to his touch.
"It's just a precaution, Emma," he reassured her, though his voice held an undeniable edge of desire, "to ensure your comfort during the... examination."
Dr. Longfellow couldn't help but appreciate the velvety expanse of her skin, so flawless and enticing. Her shaved pussy showed signs of arousal, a subtle response to the sensual examination, the unmistakable flush of warmth, and a gentle, responsive swelling of her labia unraveling like a budding flower.
His eyes remained locked with hers, an unspoken connection forged between them as he meticulously inserted the cold, rigid speculum deep into her velvet depths. With a gentle press on the handle, she felt herself being slowly opened up, a sensation that was both invasive and strangely arousing.
Simultaneously, his skilled fingers embarked on a sensuous journey, gliding up and down her outer labia with deliberate precision. His thumb, in particular, found its way to her sensitive clitoris, coaxing it to life. Waves of pleasure surged through her, mingling with the subtle discomfort of the examination.
Dr. Longfellow's intense gaze remained fixed on her face, studying her reactions with a watchful eye. "How does this feel, Emma?" he inquired, his voice dripping with a seductive allure that heightened the tension in the room. "Does this ease the edge from your challenging drive to the office?"
Emma hesitated for a moment, caught between her pride and the intoxicating sensations coursing through her body. Her wrists tugged at the restraints, a physical manifestation of her desire to regain control, but her body betrayed her with each rapid breath and each pulsating beat of her heart. Emma was struggling to reconcile her need for control with the overwhelming desire that threatened to engulf her.
He carefully removed the speculum from her, his movements deliberate yet filled with a seductive intent. As he withdrew the instrument, his eyes locked onto hers, holding her in a sensual gaze.
"You're perfectly healthy, Emma," he remarked with a hint of satisfaction, "But it seems to me like there's something else you might need." His words hung in the air, charged with a subtle suggestion, his gaze never leaving her.
His voice held a commanding yet enticing tone as he spoke to her. "Do you know what that is, Emma?" he asked, his words measured and deliberate. "You need to relax, you need to let go and enjoy this." The suggestion hung in the air, a tantalizing invitation to surrender to her desires.
Emma, he declared, “First I will watch you enjoy my fingers penetrating your tight cunt and then I’m going to fuck you with my thick hard cock.” The promise both excited her and scared her.
Emma's panic surged, fueled by the loss of control and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Her voice quivered as she mustered the courage to speak, her eyes locked onto the doctor's. It started as a gnawing suspicion but soon became an undeniable realization: she was trapped, her hands and legs bound to the chair.
As Emma fought against her bindings, they seemed to tighten in response, making her struggle all the more futile. Dr. Longfellow's touch was a cruel juxtaposition of sensuality and sadism, a prelude to the nightmarish journey she had unwittingly embarked upon.
"Please," she stammered, her voice shaking, "stop... and release me."
Dr. Longfellow's demeanor shifted from the professional doctor to something much more dominant. He stood up from his chair, removed the speculum, and approached Emma with a confident stride, his eyes locked onto hers, a predatory glint in his gaze. As he reached her side, he discarded the used gloves, the subtle sound of them hitting the trash emphasizing the change in the room's atmosphere.
With deliberate movements, he picked up her panties from the floor, holding them in his hand. His fingers brushed against the fabric, a slow, sensual caress that seemed to echo the anticipation in the air. Emma's vulnerability and his control over the situation only fueled his desire.
He let his hand trace along her body, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. As Dr. Longfellow's fingers sensually explored Emma's breasts through the robe, Emma's heart raced as she felt the power dynamic shift further, her breath hitching as his touch sent shivers of both fear and desire down her spine.
Her heart raced, she screamed for help in fear, but the clinic's emptiness swallowed her cries. Desperation filled her eyes as she locked gazes with Dr. Longfellow, his expression twisted into a devious grin.
"Please," she managed to plead, her voice trembling. But her pleas were met with indifference as he grabbed her panties, and forced them into her mouth, holding them in place with tape. Emma's protests were muffled, and the taste of her lingerie filled her senses, a bitter reminder of her helplessness.
Dr. Longfellow leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on hers, relishing in her predicament. "No one can hear you, Emma," he whispered, his voice dripping with a dark promise. "Save your energy for what's to come." Emma's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and anticipation, her fate now firmly in his grasp.
Desperation clawed at her throat, and she managed to choke out a question, her voice muffled but notably trembling with fear. "Why?" she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes.
His voice took on a commanding tone as he spoke, his words carrying the weight of his resolve. "Emma," he began, his gaze unwavering, "You said it yourself, If someone crosses me, they better be ready to face the consequences," his words were filled with an undeniable intensity, "You made me work late on Friday evening, and then you had the audacity cut me off in the parking lot, followed by a rather impolite hand gesture," his tone remained firm, "Your actions show a lack of respect for others, and now you must be held accountable."
Emma's tears welled up as she realized the consequences of her actions. She felt a mix of fear and regret, understanding that she had crossed a line.
Chapter 5
Andrew took a pair of scissors from a nearby tray. With deliberate care, he cut away her disposable fabric robe, the sharp blades slicing through the material. Emma's heart raced as the robe fell away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in the cold examination room.
Her skin prickled from the chilly air, causing her nipples to harden visibly. Andrew's gaze was intense as he explored her body, his eyes tracing the contours of her curves. She felt his hands gently glide over her skin, the touch both unsettling and strangely sensual.
Emma's body shivered in response to his touch, a mixture of fear and an undeniable, albeit unwanted, excitement. The cold room seemed to heighten every sensation, making her acutely aware of her exposed state.
Dr. Longfellow held her face firmly, his gaze unyielding as he stared deep into her eyes. "You will respect me, respect my authority," he whispered, his voice carrying an ominous promise, "by the end of today I will break you, just like one breaks in a wild mare!”
Dr. Longfellow's grip on her breast was aggressive, his fingers digging into her tender flesh. Even as Emma said no, her body betrayed her, her back arched, her nipples hardened, her breath shortened and she released a soft moan. As he mauled her, her body did not respond to her mind's attempts at resistance. "Shhh," he hushed her, his voice dripping with authority. "You want this, I can see it, you enjoy being controlled."
Emma's arms strained against the tight bandages that bound her wrists, but there was no escape. In that moment, she realized that she was completely at his mercy, her surrender inevitable.
His actions became even more intense. He slapped her breasts, each strike sending a jolt of mixed pain and pleasure through her. But it was his kisses that truly surprised her, his lips on her breasts adding a sensual layer to the experience. Deep down, she couldn't deny the allure of his dominance, and her body's response was a testament to her enjoyment of this power play.
As his teeth raked against her sensitive nipples, his tongue soothes her, his sucking warmed her. Emma felt herself growing wet between her legs. It was an undeniable response to the dominance he exuded, a silent admission that a part of her was indeed surrendering to the sensations coursing through her.
Between his soothing kisses, Andrew attached small clamps to her hardened nipples, the rubber tips pressing firmly into her delicate skin. The pinch set her nerves ablaze, electric signals rushed to her breasts, increasing the sensation, causing her to moan loudly.
"Ohhh," she couldn't help but vocalize, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. Her body surrendered to the sensations, aching for more, even as her mind struggled to resist. It was a maddening contradiction, the thrill of submission warring with the desire to break free. Emma found herself caught in a vortex of lust and fear, her body and mind at odds as Dr. Longfellow continued to explore her boundaries.
“Mmm, your moans sound sexy, Emma,” he said, “surrender to your desires, let go, enjoy the thrill of submission.”
His groping hand slid down her belly, past her belly button leaving a trail of sensuality in its wake, until it reached the apex of her thighs, where his fingers began to rub along her wet, engorged slit again. Aroused, her body shuddered to his touch, “I’m a prisoner, I shouldn’t be enjoying this…but…,” she thought. Her rational mind betrayed by her body, her hips instinctively moving, granting him access, in response to his touch. His fingers curled inside of her, eliciting another moan that she couldn't control.
Emma's screams pierced the otherwise empty office, a symphony of conflicting emotions. She couldn’t tell if she was screaming for help or screaming for more. Fear and pleasure intertwined as Dr. Longfellow's skilled fingers worked their magic, hitting all the right nerves. Her body seemed to beg for more, aching for penetration.
Andrew's fingers navigated her depths deeper and deeper, “You are so wet, Emma, look how much you need this” He said, his fingers gently stroking a rhythmic pressure to her G-spot with a “here kitty kitty” motion, the sensitive area inside her vagina sent pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.
“Tell me you like it Emma. Tell me you want more,” he commanded as he his thumb explored the contours of her engorged labia, caressing and stroking areas that were particularly sensitive to stimulation. He alternated between slow, deliberate movements and quicker, teasing motions, keeping her on the edge of pleasure.
He then removed the clamp on one of her nipples, blood rushed back to her nipple making the area sensitive to his touch, the sense of relief merging with arousal. His warm wet tongue soothed her tingling nipple, eliciting a long passionate moan.
The desire in Emma's eyes was undeniable, but it battled fiercely with her determination to resist. Andrew relished in this internal struggle, finding pleasure in the challenge she presented. Emma’s moans became more urgent, she could feel herself tensing, her climax ratcheting. She wanted to tell him she wanted more, she wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but she resisted. She couldn’t submit to this monster.
“You want to cum, don’t you Emma?” Her body clung to the precipice of her release when he withdrew his fingers from her dripping wetness. “But Emma, I won’t let you until you beg for it.” Her gasp was audible, a clear sign of her longing. “I am going to keep you on this roller coaster until you can’t take it anymore.” She felt herself deflate, so close to her climax she could sense how wonderful it could have felt.
As he moved between Emma’s buttery toned thighs, he unlocked and pushed open the stirrups one leg at a time, spreading her legs wide apart. Her hips were now fully exposed, a testament to her vulnerability. The metallic clicks as he locked her in place echoed in the cold room.
"The longer you resist, Emma," he whispered, his voice low and seductive, "the more intense it will be. Do you want it rough?" The question hung in the air, a tempting invitation to surrender to her desires.
Her desire was palpable, evident in the way her eyes locked onto the bulge in his pants. Her body quivered with anticipation, and a moan escaped her lips at the mere thought of what could come next.
He observed her, his own desire mounting as she gazed at his concealed manhood. His voice, tinged with authority and lust, demanded her surrender. "Just tell me you want it," he urged, knowing that she teetered on the edge of giving in to her deepest cravings.
Chapter 6
Dr. Longfellow could see the battle within her, the desire warring with her pride. He wanted this woman of privilege, who controlled men with her seductions, to surrender. He wanted to hear her beg. He continued his skillful manipulations, confident that she would eventually give in to the overwhelming pleasure building inside her.
“You are so close, Emma. I want to unravel you,” he leaned down between her legs, his face inches from her pussy, he took in a deep inhale of her fragrant arousal. As his mouth hovers over her cunt his hot breath igniting her wetness further, His words sent shivers down her spine. "Your wetness doesn't lie, Emma. You want more," he declared before his tongue descended on her slit.
The sensations were overwhelming, a whirlwind of pleasure that she couldn't deny. His tongue expertly explored her most intimate folds, spreading open her labia and lavishing attention on her engorged clit. Each flick of his tongue sent electric shocks of ecstasy through her body, making her shiver with delight. Despite her earlier resistance, her body was now fully embracing the waves of pleasure he was offering.
Dr. Longfellow reached for a tube of lubricant, liberally applying it to his fingers as he looked at her with a wicked smile. "God, you're a sexy slut," he murmured as his fingers returned between her legs. Her mind reacted to his words as her body yearned. His fingers made her feel so good, the pleasure radiating as she wrestled with being called a slut!
His two fingers pressed into her pussy, the familiar rhythm of his movements filling her need, causing her to arch her back slightly. His fingers opened her up, stretching the sensitive walls of her sex. The sensations washed over her like a tidal wave. The pleasure was undeniable, and her moans grew louder with each thrust of his fingers.
"A good slut surrenders to her pleasures, just like you are!" he declared, his words a mixture of accusation and desire. She felt betrayed by her own desires, trapped in the whirlwind of sensations he was creating. She did love it! Dr. Longfellow’s expert touch felt amazing, his control, his command was irresistible.
“Your tight ass is begging for attention, Emma.” As his greased-up pinky aimed, sliding up and down her quivering virgin asshole. She gasped, her voice shaky, as she tried to voice her uncertainty. "I've never...," she stammered, her voice muffled.
Her body trembled, her asshole clenched, uncertain about the new sensations she was about to experience. But he was determined. "You will surrender to me," he reassured her, his tone dripping with dominance. "Do you like my pinky in you tight asshole, Emma?"
The cold gel on his pinky made her jump, but no matter how tightly she clenched, her resistance was futile. His pinky glided past her defenses, and at first, it felt foreign and strange. Yet as he claimed her inch by inch, her body grew accustomed to the intrusion. His thrusts became more rhythmic, and her hips rocked with his, her moans of pleasure growing louder.
As Dr. Andrew Longfellow's finger thrust into her virgin ass, Emma's body was engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations. The initial shock and pain of penetration sent her screaming, but it was quickly followed by a strange mix of pleasure and pressure. She moaned loudly, her hips instinctively moving in response to his finger's rhythm, betraying her own surrender even as her mind fought to resist.
He knew he had her on the precipice of surrender. He ripped off the tape and removed the panties from her mouth, casting it onto the floor. Her screams of pleasure erupted like a chorus of angels. Her body edged closer and closer to release. “Do you like this Emma?l
She couldn't help but call out, “Oh God, yes”, pleasure coursing through her veins, begging for more. “Please, oh god please don’t stop!” As she heard her own words she could believe what she heard. His fist pumped his fingers and pinky into her as his tongue consumed her clit.
“Good girl, Emma, beg from his pleasure like the slut you are,” he said pushing her further, “Tell me that you are not just a slut but that you are my slut.”
Emma's mind swirled with a mixture of pleasure, desire, and resistance. She moaned in response, her body betraying her convictions even as she muttered, "No! ... Oh god, you're going to make me cum,” her climax building, her body thrashing around in pleasure. “It… feels so good.” She mumbled, “but I…I don't want to be a slut."
Dr. Andrew Longfellow, his finger deeply embedded in her ass, his face dripping with the scent of her juices, he locked eyes with her from between her legs and spoke in a low, commanding tone, "You already are a slut, Emma. Now surrender to the pleasure and commit to being my slut, to please you how I want to please you."
Emma's mind raced, the intensity of pleasure making it difficult for her to think clearly. Her resolve began to crumble. Her body felt filled and stretched, the spring of tension winding tighter and tighter until she couldn't hold back any longer.
Her moans grew louder, and in a voice that wavered with both arousal and hesitation, she finally uttered, "Don't stop... please. Oh god, I’m so close!” Her plea was a surrender, a crack in the dam of her resistance.
The room seemed to pulse with the intensity of her impending climax. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin, and her breasts heaved as they swayed in response to her body's rhythm. She was teetering on the edge, her climax building like a storm.
He grinned. “Tell me again,” his thrusts become more urgent,“Tell me you will submit to me! You will do what I say!”
Her voice echoed through the empty clinic as she screamed out her surrender, "Yes! Yes! I’ll do anything you say…just don’t stop, please…!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pleasure and desperation. "Fuck, i’m your slut, I'm going to cum!!" The intensity of her desire and pleasure taking over.
As Emma's climax surged through her body, every nerve ending seemed to come alive. Her muscles tightened and quivered, her back arched, and her toes curled. It was an overwhelming sensation that started deep within her core and radiated outwards, like a wildfire consuming her senses. Her moans grew louder, and she couldn't help but writhe against the restraints, her hips bucking involuntarily in sync with the powerful waves of pleasure coursing through her.
The intensity of her climax was amplified by the realization that she was utterly under Dr. Longfellow's control, bound, helpless and fully surrendered. Her moans continued as she rode the waves of ecstasy, her body yielding to his dominance. Suspended in that moment of pure bliss. Every touch, every stroke, every thrust from him seemed to send new shocks of pleasure through her, prolonging the exquisite torment of her climax.
Andrew watched Emma’s orgasms in awe, it was beautiful. “Good girl, Emma!” Her words of surrender, her willingness to let go drove him further. “I am going to reward you for your surrender.” His words hung like a promise of things to come.
Emma's body quaked as the sensations peaked. Through her orgasm, Andrew used his left hand to hold down her pubic bone. As his fingers felt her pussy quiver on its initial release, he applied upward pressure inside of her, pulsating behind her clit from the inside of her. Lastly, he pressed into her clit with his soft tongue. The trifecta of stimulation sent her over the edge. Her orgasms rolled from one to another, her hips trying to undulate under his command and then a rush of wetness signaled her release.
As she surrendered to the torrent of stimuli, she watched as a gush of liquid squirted from her uncontrollably. For the first time ever, a fountain of liquids released from her. Dr. Longfellow seems to relish in her climax, letting her release saturate him, droplets of pleasure bouncing back in her chest. The sheer intensity of it left her breathless and utterly spent, a satisfied yet overwhelmed mess of sensations and desires. “That was… that was amazing,” she said.
Dr. Andrew Longfellow's mind was a whirlwind of desire and dominance. “Emma, you're amazing! Your release, your surrender, it’s beautiful.” He reveled in the power he held over Emma, the intoxicating mix of her surrender and her resistance. Her scent, her taste, her vulnerability, all fueled his own arousal.
Chapter 7
Dr. Andrew Longfellow stood there, looking down at Emma as her body convulsed with the aftermath of her intense climax. His eyes held a mix of satisfaction and dominance. He knew he had taken control, that he had broken through her resistance and conquered her will. But this was only the beginning. He needed to own her completely, to make her his submissive plaything.
As Emma's shudders gradually subsided, he moved with a sense of purpose. He had plans for her, and he was determined to carry them out. Her surrender had only fueled his desire, and he was eager to explore the depths of her submission.
“We are not done yet Emma,” said Dr. Andrew Longfellow expertly wielding the speculum, Emma's body responded in a mixture of anticipation and surrender. The cold, unyielding metal pressed against her intimate flesh, opening her up as she felt a strange mixture of vulnerability and arousal.
“You’re mine, Emma,” he said. She nodded knowingly, Emma knew she was his captive, bound both by the physical restraints and the overpowering lust he had awakened within her. Her surrender was becoming more complete with each passing moment, and Dr. Longfellow was determined to push her further down the path of submission.
“So when I do this,” Dr. Longfellow's two thick fingers pressed into Emma's lubricated ass, the sensation was overwhelming. “You let me, because you know I own your body, do you understand?.” The invasion felt substantial, much thicker and longer than his pinky had been. Her tight, unaccustomed sphincter clenched around his fingers, gripping them firmly as if to savor the intrusion.
Emma's breath quickened at sensations of his fingers pushing in and out of her. All she could do was watch as the Doctor filled her. The stretch and fullness of her pussy and ass was intoxicating. She felt completely controlled, the boundaries of her resistance fully eroded. “Yes,” she said.
Dr. Longfellow stepped back, his eyes fixed on Emma, the speculum opening her gaping cunt. There was a hunger in her gaze that mirrored his own desire. He knew he couldn't stop now; he had crossed boundaries that could not be undone.
With deliberate movements, he began to remove his clothes, starting with his coat and shirt. His muscular physique was unveiled, a testament to his physical prowess. Each article of clothing revealed more of his chiseled body, and Emma couldn't help but admire the sight before her.
As he undressed, revealing his ripped, muscular body, Emma's gaze lingered on his chest, arms, and the tantalizing trail of hair below his belly button. She saw in him a man who exudes both power and sensuality, a combination that heightened her desire and added an element of intrigue to the unfolding situation.
His hands moved to unbuckle his belt, drawing her attention to the v-shaped muscles that disappeared beneath it. The light trail of hair below his belly button guided her eyes downward, and the undeniable evidence of his desire pressed against his pants. Emma's breathing quickened as she hungrily took in the sight of the man who had claimed her so completely.
As Dr. Longfellow unbuttoned his pants, the last remnants of his clothing pooled around his ankles, revealing his massive, thick, and long erection. Emma's gasp escaped involuntarily as she beheld the impressive sight before her.
"Oh my god, your cock is huge!" she exclaimed, a mix of awe and trepidation in her voice.
"They don't call me Longfellow for nothing," he replied, a hint of pride in his tone as he pressed his erection against her pussy. Emma could feel the formidable size of his manhood opening her up, her vaginal walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Pleasure surged through her, and she moaned uncontrollably.
"Emma, you’re so tight! Your pussy is amazing," Dr. Longfellow praised her, and the words made her blush slightly. She found herself surrendering to the overwhelming desire that pulsed between them.
Dr. Longfellow continued his relentless rhythm, claiming her inch by inch. Her pussy clamped down on him, unwilling to let go, and she couldn't help but exclaim in pleasure.
"Oh fuck! Oh, your cock feels so good!" she cried out, her voice filled with lust and ecstasy.
He went deeper and deeper until he hit her cervix, his hips grinding into her, causing her to moan uncontrollably. His commanding words only fueled her desire.
"Tell me you’re my slut. Tell me this is what you want!" he demanded.
Emma was lost in the whirlwind of pleasure and desire, her inhibitions completely shattered. "Andrew, I’m your slut. Please fuck me with that big dick. Make me yours!" she pleaded, her words laced with desperation and a hunger that matched his own.
Dr. Longfellow drew back and then thrust his cock into her. She screamed in pleasure, begging for him. In and out his thrusts grew more powerful, each one rocking Emma to her core. His long and thick cock filled every inch of her, and with each hammering thrust, he filled her completely. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the pleasure intensifying with each passing moment.
Emma yearned for more control, a desire to ride him and take charge, but she was acutely aware that she wasn't the one in control of this encounter. Her legs pressed into the stirrups, her hips lifted to collide into his.
"Yeah, move with me, fuck toy!" he commanded, his words sending shivers down her spine.
Each thrust lifted her further up into the table. His hands wrapped around her thighs pulling her back into him, her body slapping against his in pure ecstasy. She howled opin pleasure, knowing that no one was there to hear her beg for his cock. “Fuck me, Andrew, fuck me better than Ihave ever been fucked before.”
“Fuck yes I will, Emma!” He said, sweat dripping down his chest. “I want you bent over this seat, slut… will you do that for me?l
“Yes, Andrew, I’ll do anything for you!l” she said.
Chapter 7
His cock continued to slide in and out of her slowly as he unbound her legs. As her legs were freed, they wrapped around his waist pulling him into her. Her words incoherent as pleasure sores through her.
His hands gripped her breasts tightly, his fingers flicking the nipple clamps sending jolts of pleasure awakening her to the moment of passion they had, as his thrust pounded into her. “Emma, you are so fucking sexy! I can’t wait to fuck you from behind.”
As he pulled away, he guided her body to roll over. Her wrists, still bounded, tightened as the bandages twisted, pulling her body into the backrest of the chair. Her hard nipples pressed into the leather seat, her body resting on her elbows against the backrest as her round shapely ass bent over the edge of the seat. His hands on her thighs pushed her legs together where they crossed making her ass present it self to him.
His drew his hand back and slapped her ass hard, making her whimper. The burning sensation radiating. His hands gripped her haas cheeks, spreading them apart as his massive tool pushed into her. With her legs closed his cock felt even bigger. She could feel her hip opening up, yielding to his massive cock. “Oh, yes!” She screamed.
In this new position his cock seemed to go in even deeper than before, her velvety folds hugging his cock, feeling each and every ridge and vein press against her flesh igniting her moans of passion. Slowly he thrusted in and out of her, as if savoring her tightness. Then gain, slap, the sound echoing through the cold white walls of the doctors office. The mix of pleasure and pain was too much, her eyes crossed, unable to read the letters on the eye chart.
With each calculated thrust, the head of his cock grazed along her G-spot, causing her hips to buck wildly into him. The rhythm they created together was a dance of pleasure and need, her body responding with frenzied passion as her moans and gasps filled the room.j
With one hand on her hip drawing her cunt back into each thrust, the other found her clit and began massaging. Her moans intensified, needing more of him. “Damnit Andrew…uh…. you can fuck me….uh…. anytime…uh… with your….uh… wonderful cock!” She said between bated breaths.
“Fuck Emma, your surrender sounds so sweet,” he said as he watched her ass. With each thrust, his hips slapped into her firm round butt making it shake in response. The sounds of their wet skins slapping adding to the erotic pleasure they both felt. He watched in awe as her quivering asshole flexed open and closed as her kagel muscles tried to tighten around his invading cock.
Without a word, he plunged his finger back into her ass causing her to scream at the sensation of being full. “Do you like that Emma.”
“Yes, oh God yes!” She screamed
"Tell me you want my dick in your ass next!"
Her body was awash with pleasure, her desires laid bare, and she responded to his dominance with an eager surrender. "I want you in my ass!" she moaned, her voice filled with longing and submission. “But you're so big! God, you'll tear my ass apart," Emma gasped, her breath heavy as Dr. Longfellow continued his thrusts.
"Then let's open your pretty little ass up," he replied with a devious smile.
Chapter 8
He maintained his slow, controlled thrusts, his relentless pace overwhelming her senses. Emma's mind struggled to focus amidst the intense pleasure coursing through her.
Dr. Longfellow reached for the speculum and generously coated it with lubricant. With deliberate care, he inserted it into her ass, the cold, rigid metal sliding in. When he pressed the handle, her butt opened fully, the stretch almost unbearable. Her most intimate area was now exposed, the sensation both painful and satisfying.
As the speculum entered her butt, Emma couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. The cold, rigid metal slid inside, making her tense momentarily. It felt foreign and invasive, causing a mix of discomfort and curiosity. Her sounds were a symphony of whimpers, submissive and eager, as her body responded to the doctor's control.
She felt a rush of fear and excitement as the speculum stretching her delicate flesh wider and wider. Her mind raced with a combination of thrill and apprehension, knowing that she was entirely at the doctor's whim. It was a heady blend of emotions, both thrilling and a little scary, as she surrendered to the taboo pleasure of the moment.
Then, as Dr. Longfellow's fat cock filled her other hole, her initial worry and discomfort were quickly replaced with lustful screams of passion. The pain transformed into intense pleasure, and her moans echoed through the examination room as she abandoned herself to the relentless rhythm of their bodies moving as one. Emma was caught in a whirlwind of sensations, completely under the doctor's control and utterly consumed by the raw, primal desire that pulsed between them.
The stretch sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body. The thin barrier of her taint stretched paper-thin, and her moans and screams became louder with each bold thrust into her pussy. Each thrust drove both him and the speculum further into her deepest desires. Emma was caught in a whirlwind of sensations as she screamed, “I feel filled! So incredibly filled! Andrew, I am your fuck toy! Claim me!” Her surrender was complete.
Her velvety walls clung to his thick shaft like a vice grip, each plunge met with a delicious resistance that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through his body. Her body's natural response to his invasion was a dance of tightness and yielding, a symphony of sensations that fueled his own arousal.
Dr. Longfellow's sensations were a wild mix of pleasure and intensity. He could feel the cool, unyielding metal of the speculum in her ass pressing against him, brushing against his hips with every thrust. The sensation added a unique layer of stimulation, driving his desire even higher.
As his cock entered Emma's pussy, it felt tighter than ever before. The contrast between her warm, velvety walls and the unrelenting metal on the other side was a sensory overload that sent shivers of lust down his spine. Her body's response, clamping down on him in a desperate embrace, only fueled his arousal
The combination of all these sensations drove him wild with lust, and his thrusts became faster and more urgent. Driven by the primal need for release, he and Emma moved together in a frenzy of passion, their bodies tightly bound by desire and the taboo intimacy they were sharing.
“It’s time to claim that pretty little ass of yours, Emma” he demanded.
As Dr. Longfellow pulled out of her, his cock aching for release, Emma's body quivered with anticipation. Her ass throbbed and pulsed, stretched open by the speculum, leaving her round butt hole gaping and ready to be further abused.
He wasted no time, pushing the speculum into her wet pussy, a gesture of his control over her. "I know you want to be filled, slut!" he declared.
Emma begged, “fuck yes, you know me so well, Andrew! Fill all my holes!” There was no defiance left in her.
His cock, slick with their combined passion, entered her ass, claiming her fully. The sensation was intense, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. Her body yielded to his mastery, her holes now under his complete control. As he thrust into her, she felt her surrender deepening, her pleasure building once again, and there was no denying that she was entirely his to command.
Dr. Longfellow's girth was unlike anything Emma had ever experienced. Somehow, it felt wider than the speculum that had stretched her open earlier. With each thrust, he delved deeper, pushing her boundaries further, and her body responded with a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
She howled with pleasure, her cries echoing in the empty room as her asshole quivered at his strength. It gripped him tightly, almost instinctively, as if her body was desperate to milk him of his seed. The sensations were overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever imagined. Her butt, untouched by a cock until now, was discovering a new world of pleasure that both shocked and enthralled her. It was a sensation that she never knew she craved, but in that moment, she couldn't deny the immense pleasure it brought her.
“Oh, yes, yes, you're gonna make me cum Andrew!” Oh yes!”
As her climax built, the waves of pleasure crashing over her with an almost unbearable intensity, she felt herself unraveling. The speculums unyielding stretch intensified the pleasure, the dual sensations of being completely filled and sensually stimulated pushing her towards an explosive release. With each thrust, her body soared higher, teetering on the precipice of release.
And then, like a dam breaking, her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her moans reaching a crescendo as pleasure radiated from the epicenter of her being. Combined with the deep grinding of Andrews cock, propelled her into a realm of ecstasy she had never before experienced. Her vision blurred, her senses overwhelmed, and as the waves of pleasure.
In that moment, Andrew leaned forward, his large hands firmly gripping Emma’s neck. He leaned forward to her head and said, “You're mine!” As Dr. Longfellow felt his climax nearing, his body tensed with anticipation. He had pushed Emma to the brink, and now it was his turn to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure.
His command of her made her shiver. In that moment, she knew that she was his and she would do anything to please him.
With each powerful thrust, he could feel the pressure building within him, and then, in an explosive moment of release, he couldn't hold back any longer. His climax erupted, shooting out of him in powerful spurts. It was a sensation of pure ecstasy, a culmination of the intense desire and dominance that had defined their encounter.
He watched as his seed spilled into her, a powerful reminder of his control over her. The satisfaction he felt was profound, knowing that he had claimed her in every sense of the word, and in that moment, he was the master of her pleasure.
As Dr. Longfellow's climax surged within her, Emma's body couldn't resist the powerful waves of pleasure that followed. His passion, his cum, triggered another intense orgasm, and she shuddered in ecstasy.
The sensation of his release combined with her own climax was overwhelming, making her body convulse uncontrollably. Her moans of pleasure echoed through the room, a testament to the sheer intensity of the experience. In that moment, they were both lost in a world of pleasure, bound together by desire and submission.
Chapter 9
Dr. Longfellow pulled out of her, his semi-erect but softened member still an imposing presence. He unbound her wrists, and with a command, she dropped to her knees, her compliance unquestioning.
"Clean me up like a good little slut," he ordered, and without hesitation, she obeyed. His massive penis loomed in front of her face, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her eyes locked onto his, a hunger burning within them.
Her lips wrapped tightly around his length as she took him into her mouth. She sucked him with a fervor, her tongue and lips working in tandem to savor their combined taste. It was a moment of submission and pleasure, an act that bound them even more tightly together in their shared desires.
Emma's mouth worked diligently, her lips and tongue dancing along the length of Dr. Longfellow's still sizable member. She was no longer resisting the sensations that coursed through her body; instead, she embraced them fully. Her actions were a testament to her surrender, her lips locked around him like a vise, savoring every drop of their combined passion.
His fingers brushed through her hair, a possessive gesture, guiding her movements, though she didn't need much guidance. She was eager, eager to please him, eager to be the good little slut he wanted her to be. Her eyes, those windows to her desire, never left his, a silent acknowledgment of her submission.
As she continued, her mouth working with a skill that hinted at her previous reluctance being long forgotten, the room was filled with the sounds of wet, sensual pleasure. Each moment, each motion was a testament to their shared desire, a desire that had bound them together in an irresistible dance of submission and domination.
Dr. Longfellow watched with a grin as Emma expertly swallowed him whole, her throat welcoming his softened but still sizable manhood. Her slight gag only seemed to fuel her desire, and he relished in the sensation of her lips grazing his hips, holding him momentarily in her warm embrace before she pulled back, releasing him with a satisfying pop. “You taste delicious.” He smiled. He couldn’t wait to see her again.
Her words of praise sent a shiver of satisfaction down his spine. He knew that he had claimed her, body and soul, in this illicit encounter. As he dressed himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. He knew Emma would be back, unable to resist the allure of their secret, intoxicating connection. The taste of their forbidden passion still lingered in the air as they parted ways, both knowing that their desires had only just begun to be explored.