Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play) (7 page)

Jaw tight, I realized I didn’t get a choice. He could continue tapping those buttons until I was writhing on the floor, from either pleasure or pain. He could control me, so I had to hold out as long as possible. That didn’t mean resisting at every step. No, I had to play along, at least a little.

So I did it.

Like a well trained wife, I got down on my hands and knees, and I crawled over to him. Each movement of my arms and legs felt degrading. Heat clouded over my cheeks as I blushed brightly. That made his smile widen even further.

“Are you all healed up?”

I glared but didn’t respond. That turned out to be a mistake because my husband tapped on his computer again. The signal jumped out, hit one of my receivers, and a blast of pain rocketed down my spine. I couldn’t even name it, not exactly. With normal pain, it made sense. You had a stimulus. Like you stubbed your toe or burned your hand. This just seemed to come out from everywhere and nowhere at once.

“Yes!” I squealed, “Yes! I’m all healed up.”

“Prove it,” he said. “Let’s see you do some of your exercises.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. You liked working out in the living room. You’d do your little jumping jacks and whatnot. Let’s see you do it again. As your doctor, I’m very concerned about your wellbeing,” he said with absolutely no trace of irony. We had been together long enough that I could read that sarcasm anyway. He was taunting me.

“Screw you,” I said, which made him tap another icon. I braced myself for the rush of agony, but the sensations squeezed me, hot and yearning at the same time. My lungs contracted with another gasp. It felt so good. As it happened, the pleasure seemed to last forever until it vanished, leaving me cool and damp at the same time.

“Be a good patient. You have to do what your doctor says,” Adrian said and patted me on the head.

I only meant to obey him, but I nodded as well. He smirked, catching the gesture easily. I got back onto my feet and walked over to the middle of the room. His eyes pressed down on me the entire time. As he checked out my ass, I couldn’t help but take inventory of this new body.

When I faced him again, I caught my reflection in the window. There were thick hedges just outside, so no one would notice me, no one except me.

“Let’s see you stretch first,” ordered Adrian.

No, I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t going to play along anymore. The idea of stretching or showing off for him made my body roil with shame. Before he could say anything, I dashed for the door. Making it five feet, I started to think I could do this until another blast of pain shot through me. It crushed my will and made me tumble. I might have fallen except I managed to grab onto the door’s handle to stay on my feet.

“Back in place. Now.”

“I’m going to get you for this,” I said, spinning around quick enough to make my blonde hair splashed down against my bare back.

“Sure you will,” he said and watched as I took my former spot.

“Hands over your head.”

I did it. I held my hands over my head and stretched for the ceiling. “Hold it,” he ordered. Then Adrian came closer. He didn’t have the tablet in hand, but it didn’t matter. He was still stronger than me, so if I had tried to run, it would have taken little effort for him to pin me down. Besides, I had lost the element of surprise.

With my arms over my head, I could only watch and shiver in anticipation as he reached up and ran his hands along the length of my torso. Starting at my clavicle, his fingers hovered just above me.
I could feel the warmth of his touch even though he refused to make contact.

I started to shiver, and of course he noticed. He was very good about noting those physiological reactions. “Ah, see how sensitive you are?” he said. “Very nice. That’s going to make you a lot more useful.”

“Useful?” I demanded. “Useful as what?”

“My sex to. An object to be used and played with.”

“You’re not going to get away with this.”

He grinned at me. He looked so sure and happy at the same time, like a little boy who was absolutely confident that yes, he would. “At some point,” he said, stepping even closer. I could feel his breath against my ear, and it made me shudder with another rush of pleasure and anticipation, “you’re going to like this. You’re going to like your spot at my feet or on your knees. You’ll learn to live for the taste of me. And then, you won’t think about trying to get away. You won’t think of this as captivity.”

“Never.”

He smirked again, and I thought I heard the echo of a chuckle. But then I couldn’t think about it at all because he reached up and took my breasts in hand. “I didn’t just make them bigger,” he said as his thumbs played along my nipples. He didn’t need to continue because I felt how much more receptive they were. My nipples hardened instantly, and I had to fight down another aroused gasp. I didn’t want him to know just how effective his treatment was turning out to be, though deep down I could tell he already guessed.

“I also made sure you were very receptive. Every time I touch you or play with you, you’ll hardly be able to stand it without begging for an orgasm.”

“No!” I cried back, louder than I anticipated. To be frank, I was close to screaming out for him. I could already tell my panties were damp. But then he just smiled back at me, condescending and demeaning all at the same time.

With one hand, he kept rubbing my nipple. He played with me, pushing it from side to side, left and right, then up and down. That extra bit of pressure and friction made me even hotter and wetter. My lower lip started to shake, and I did everything I could to keep the arousal from pounding through my chest and down to my pussy, it but it felt as though my body were already keyed up against me.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you the chance, but you’re going to have to work for it.”

I meant to ask him what he meant, but then his other hand moved down to my panties. Without asking or saying a word, he slipped his fingers past the elastic band and stroked my slit. My lips opened up for him in an instant, but he kept stroking and caressing me until my heart pounded and each lungful of air felt hot against my mouth.

“Do you want me to touch you now?”

I glowered so hard and with as much ferocity as I could muster, though I probably looked more like some angry kitty. I didn’t seem fierce. I seemed trapped, especially as I kept my arms over my head. With my body taut and on display, I had no power here. It all belonged to my doctor.

Realizing I couldn’t fight any more, I made the sound he wanted to hear, “Yes.”

“That’s not a very respectful way to address me,” he said, grinning again.

“Yes, doctor,” I said.

“Good girl,” he said and continued to stroke me. For several seconds, I held out and managed not to react even as the anticipation and longing for his touch burned through the whole of my nervous system. I needed to feel his fingers up against my
clitoris;
otherwise I wouldn’t be able to come. I needed to come. I couldn’t explain why I was so desperate or eager, but it didn’t matter because those urges pounded through me with the sort of force I couldn’t explain or even understand entirely.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Try again.”

“Please, doctor, I need to come.” By then, my juices must have been dripping down onto his finger. Adrian knew how aroused I had become. He had turned me into this ultra sensitive receptacle for his touch, only I had to deal with the desires pumping through my body. It seemed to coil around every muscle, turning me eager and desperate.

Desperate enough to beg.

“You do,” he agreed. “But first, you have to show me that you’re learning how to be a good wife. Good wives don’t try to divorce their husbands without provocation. I took care of you, and you tried to betray me.”

“Yes,” I said, practically pouting because I hated to admit the truth.

“But now, you’re not my wife, are you?”

“No, doctor.”

“What are you?”

“Your sex slave,” I muttered, my voice low and humiliated.

“Let’s see you do some more exercises then.”

For the next few minutes, I had to do whatever he wanted. This started to feel like the most demeaning and degrading workout I had ever been put through. He made me bend over and reach for my toes. My bra held my new breasts up, but the extra weight made this much more of a challenge.

Later, he decided I was going to do those jumping jacks. I jumped and swung my arms and legs, slapping my hands over my head. The whole time, he watched me, obviously trying to hold back some laughter. At first, I thought this was just some degrading joke, but then he had me go on and on. I hit fifty, then seventy, then one hundred.

By the time he allowed me to stop, my skin prickled with heat and I felt damp with the exertion. Panting, my enhanced bosom rose and fell in rapid succession.

He made me do it again.

I hated obeying, but I didn’t see an alternative, not yet anyway. Granted, I had no idea how much longer I could hold out. There would come a command that I wasn’t going to be able to do.

My pride would demand that I do something drastic.

“Get down on your knees.”

I didn’t want to do it, but this time I only hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then I bent my knees and crouched down so that my face was at the same level as his crotch. The bulge in his pants made me lick my lips.

“Do you remember how you made me promise never to ask you for oral sex?” Adrian ran his fingers through my blonde tresses. He sounded like a teacher or someone who wanted me to understand a very important lesson. “Do you remember how I kindly said you didn’t have to?”

“Yes, doctor?”

“Well, now I’m not asking you to blow me. I’m commanding you.” Adrian unzipped his fly and fished out his cock. Right away, I could see that he was especially aroused. The tip of his head was already damp with pre-come.

Command. That word came off as so much more sharp and intense.

Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and stretched my neck. My lips encircled his shaft. The taste and scent of his come burned at the back of my throat, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t jerk back because I didn’t want him to punish me again. Even though I didn’t understand those shocks of pain or how they worked, I couldn’t deny their potency.

It hurt so much.

So I had to obey.

Okay, I thought, I could do this. All I had to do was hold out until I found some way out of this. It could happen. It had to happen.

Because I had never given head before, Adrian decided to help me. He slid his fingers into my hair then took up handfuls of my golden tresses. He used my hair like reins and started to move my head back and forth. He was taking me in the face, making me into his sex toy. I could
feel it
, and my cheeks brightened with shades of crimson.

As he maneuvered my head, I tentatively reached out my tongue. I flicked against his cock and heard him moan and growl from above me. I felt used. I felt humiliated because this wasn’t me. I wasn’t the girl who went down on any of her boyfriends or my husband. He had turned me into a service animal, and I had to find some way out!

“Good girl,” he growled down at me.

As the seconds ticked by, something awful occurred to me. He could come in my mouth. Little by little, I felt the taste of his seed against my tongue. Sticky and hot, each little droplet made my skin percolate with waves of heat. Licking and sucking, I served him, and he was going to punish me anyway!

“Such a good patient,” cooed my doctor, as though I required some kind of encouragement. “Now it’s time for your medicine.”

Eyes wide, I let out a little moan right as he started to orgasm. I could feel his cock start to undulate, his body shaking as his member pulsed. The first blast of semen shot straight at the back of my throat. It almost choked me, but I quickly swallowed it down followed by more and more of the stuff. I couldn’t believe what I was doing or what he was able to make me do, but then my own disbelief didn’t mean anything.

This was happening.

I slurped it down, swallowing more and more. It seemed to go on forever, and my whole body was hot with degradation and humiliation. I never wanted to service him as his wife. Doing it as his slave felt so much worse.

He finished, pushed me back, and I started to stand. “No. Back on your knees.” Too angry and embarrassed to comply, I glared at him, but one tap on his tablet sent me back onto my knees.

It wasn’t pain this time.

“So the other features work nicely as well.”

“Other features?” I didn’t want to know, but I had to ask. I tried to think of why I was crouching before him, practically prostrate as though he really did own me and deserved my adoring respect.

Before he responded, I tried to stand up. I tried to move my body, but it wouldn’t respond. Flexing my fingers, I discovered that my arms and hands worked well enough, but it was like the rest of my nervous system had decided that I had to remain there on my knees.

“Those chips can do more than bring pleasure or pain,” he said. Shock played through me and he took that moment to wipe his cock off on my cheek. The slick trail of semen made me shiver, but at least I could wipe it away. Then he got down on his knees and met my eyes. “The chips are used to control you. With the right command sequence, you will obey any order I give. This has just been a little test, but I’m convinced it’ll work very nicely when I show you off to my investors.”