Her Dominant Doctor (18 page)

As he ran a washcloth under the running water, Annie smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

Thomas tenderly wiped the warm cloth over her eyes and cheeks. “All better now?” he asked with a kind smile.

“Yes, much better now,” she responded.

“That’s good, my pet, because I want to formally introduce you to my playroom now.” Thomas took her hand and led Annie out of the bedroom. Annie felt a rush of adrenaline and lightness in her step as excitement stirred within her. She had only seen the playroom quickly during a tour of the house.

Walking down the stairs, Annie was acutely aware of her nudity, feeling strange wearing only the ankle and wrist cuffs. She could not remember a time when she ever walked naked through her house. Even from the bathroom to the bedroom, Annie donned her well-worn, comfortable pale white and lavender robe. Thomas held her hand firmly as they descended to the room. When they entered, Annie saw a pillow on the floor in the same cream color as the one that had been in the bedroom.

She was enthusiastic to try out the various pieces of equipment before her. Directly across the door was a Saint Andrew’s Cross, covered in black leather. To her immediate left, a long padded table, much like a massage table, but with multiple hooks and straps, that incited trepidation and excitement. Next to it, tucked into the corner was a Puritan-looking wooden stock with openings for one’s head and hands, she presumed. She was unable to observe any more when Thomas voiced the next command.

“Pet, I want you to kneel on the pillow in the same position as you were before.” Annie quickly walked to it and knelt, positioning herself as she was previously instructed. Thomas repeated the process, walking slowly around her twice before standing just in front of her. He commanded that she look at him and, when she did, he silently nodded.

This time Annie felt a sense of fulfillment when she kissed the tops of his feet, not hesitating to perform the ritual. This time she did so with more precision, her movement was reverential.

“I’m so proud of you, pet. Good girl.” Annie heard the pride in his voice.

The praise was humbling. The action of kissing his feet did not cause her the distress as it had just a short time ago; rather, the completion of the ritual made Annie feel as if she were worshipping her dom. More than that, she wanted to worship him. Wanted to demonstrate her adoration and supplication as if it were a mandate within herself. As if the universe would tilt off course if she did not do it. The joy she felt kneeling at his feet, submitting to Thomas was hard for her to put into words, but she wanted to explode with happiness. He made her feel safe and protected. She had no doubt that, just as she worshipped him, he equally revered her. There was no better feeling in the world.

“Kneel up, pet and show me your submission by kissing my cock.” When Annie’s lips touched the erect head, they lingered for a moment. She wished to convey her adoration and an unyielding desire to please him.

“You are so beautiful, my Annie, my angel, my pet. You honor me with the gift of your love and submission. You make me the richest man in the world.” The sincerity in his words caused tears to pool in her eyes. They were tears of wonder and bliss at the love she equally returned.

Thomas directed Annie to lie on the spanking bench. A small thrill coursed through her, knowing she was going to experience the reality of the daunting yet curious piece of equipment for the first time. Annie knelt down on either side and lay her body over the cold leather. The bench was narrow and her breasts hung heavy alongside of the thin, cushioned platform. The smell of Annie’s arousal filled the air when she spread her legs to kneel.

“I’m going to fasten you to the bench now, pet.” Thomas checked the cuffs first to ensure they were not too tight, then attached them to the bench. Annie watched him and saw the calculated care he gave to ensure her comfort and safety. The love and trust she had for this man and the emotions involved were overwhelming.

“I use the spanking bench for both pleasure and punishment, pet. Right now, I wish to give you pleasure, since you have pleased me so far in your training.” His voice was filled with emotion. He added, “Do understand, if you disobey me, you will face the consequences and learn that this bench can also be a place to punish you.”

Unsure if she should answer, Annie remained quiet.

“I am still learning your body’s responses. You have safewords to use if you need me to slow down or stop. What are your safewords, my pet?”

“Yellow and red, sir,” she replied.

“Very good.” Thomas walked away from Annie’s prone body to the large oak cabinet against the wall right in front of her. She watched him pick up something and walk back over to her. “Now, let’s see if we can make these pretty nipples pop out, shall we?” His question sounded rhetorical. He placed the silver nipple clamps on the floor beside him, then cupped her breasts with his hands. His touch was divine and caused her nipples to become erect and stoked the fire raging between her legs. He tugged on her sensitive nipples several times before picking up the clamps and placing them on each protruding nipple. The immediate, harsh pinch of the unfamiliar sensation quickly dulled to a tolerable ache that helped to charge her desire into the stratosphere. She wanted his hands and mouth on her body, his cock in the depths of her pussy. Knowing her submission meant that Thomas had full control of what happened, she refrained from begging in aching need to make her come.

“Very lovely. These clamps have little bells that will jingle when you move, pet. Make them jingle for me now.” Annie lifted her upper body up slightly, as much as the wrist cuffs would allow. She swayed, causing her breasts to jiggle and the little bells to ring.

“Good girl. Relax now.” Thomas placed his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing down. The action guided her back into position. Annie then watched Thomas walk back across to the oak cabinet. When he turned around, she could see he was holding something black in his hand. He walked behind her so she could not see him anymore. After a minute or so, she felt his hand caressing her bottom cheeks.

“Pet, I am going to put a butt plug up this delicious ass of yours. Don’t worry, it’s not a big plug and I will use lots of lube to prepare you well.” He clarified her unspoken concern. Annie was unsure about anal play and unsure about the size of the plug about to be placed in her forbidden passage. She felt his finger gently rubbing her rosebud. Tingles ran through her as the sensation radiated throughout her body. She loved being touched there, it was so sensitive. The taboo nature of the act made it incredibly erotic and would lead her to a powerful orgasm, she was sure.

Taking inventory of situation, it was as if she had walked into the pages of one of her books. She was restrained to a spanking bench being forced to take a plug up her ass. Well, not necessarily forced. Annie tried to relax and calm her thoughts so she could just feel and experience what was happening to her. It was very different when someone else had all of the control and she was restrained, expected to just obey.

Thomas stroked her sphincter gently, then pushed the tip of his lubricated finger slowly inside the anal area, breaching past to work his way inside of her bottom hole. She could feel his finger move in circles just inside the tight hole to loosen the muscle. He slowly and lazily removed his finger and repeated the process, gaining more access each time. Annie could not stop herself from moaning in pleasure at the possessive nature of the act.

Thomas chuckled. “Told you this bench could be used for pleasure. How are you doing, my pet?”

“O… o… okay, sir.” Annie panted, barely able to get the words out. She was overcome with the wonderful sensation that radiated throughout her body.

“How does this feel?” His finger pushed in, inserting its full length inside her virgin hole.

“It feels… good… sir. Very good,” Annie responded in a breathy voice. She let out another moan when his finger, fully inserted, started to plunge in and out with more speed.

“Ahhh… oh… fuck… that… feels… fucking… fabulous.” Her cries echoed in the large room.

“Oh, pet, what a potty mouth you have. Just about ready, pet.”

Annie was certain she was dripping with arousal and was acutely aware that her legs were well spread. No doubt Thomas could see the gathering of slick juices coating her labia. There was no part of her he could not see; both her flesh and her soul were splayed before him uninhibited. After another minute of his gentle, yet persistent caress of her anal cavity, Annie felt something hard at the entrance. With steady pressure, the plug was inserted easily and without pain. The pressure on her clamped nipples and the full feeling in her ass made Annie’s need painful. It was like climbing a mountain, higher and higher until she was ready to jump off. She was so close to orgasm that with just a bit more stimulation to her clit, she would fly.

But Thomas was a master at stoking the flames to burn hotter and take her over the edge. He began to lightly stroke her slick, swollen labia. She was very wet and ready. Annie shouted, “I’m going to come… sir. Please!”

Thomas stopped stroking her immediately and rested his hand on the globe of her ass. “Not yet, my pet. No coming without my permission. I’ve only just begun with you.” He laughed as he said this. Annie thought the laugh had a maniacal and devilish sound. She was stoked and her nerve endings were ready to explode. She felt the rising, stiffening tension in her body, the need for release was so strong.

Annie was so consumed with desire she was unaware that Thomas had picked up a flogger until she felt the tails across her back. He began with light strokes, sensitizing her skin. He alternated, flogging for a few minutes, then touched her pussy, rubbing her clit. The intensity built until she was on the edge of the cliff again. Annie’s moans of pleasure quickly turned into begging. “Please, sir, p… please let me come!” she bellowed.

“No, you do not have permission yet. Tell me who you belong to, pet,” he demanded.

“You, sir. Only you!” she wailed.

“That’s right, pet. You. Belong. To. Me. I own you. I possess you. Forever,” he declared.

“I… I… I need… I need to come… please, sir! Can’t hold… off… any… more.” Annie felt his mouth on her. “Ohhh, pleaseeeeeeee!”

It was too much. He nipped her clit, sinking his fingers into her pussy, pumping. She jerked up violently, trying to lift off of the table, but the cuffs held her securely to the bench. Annie could not form words, only primal sounds of whimpering and moaning. Her mind was empty as she chased the orgasm that threatened on the horizon.

Thomas roared, “Come, pet! Now!” Annie’s body continued to buck violently as the orgasm tore through her. She shrieked loudly with unintelligible words. Flying, she was barely aware when Thomas buried his cock deep inside of her, flexing his hips.

He made long, deep strokes, touching her hyper-sensitive clit. “Ohhhh… yesssss!” she hissed as another orgasm tore through her. Thomas pumped vigorously until her walls tightened their hold on his cock. Annie felt the hot seed unload inside of her at the same time she heard his shout.

“Annie…” His voice was a low moan as he caught his breath. “My pet… My love…” His collapsed weight on top of her was marvelous. They were both drenched in perspiration, breathing hard as if they had just run a marathon. They were sated.

Annie felt the weight of his body lift. Thomas appeared beside her and warned her before removing the nipple clamps. “It will be an instantaneous sharp pain that will quickly dissipate into a manageable throb.” Annie was grateful that he rubbed her sore peaks, easing the intensity of their removal.

Annie remained over the bench, replete and exhausted. She watched with partially closed eyelids as Thomas unbuckled the wrist and ankle cuffs, gently checking over each area. Walking into the adjacent bathroom, he returned with a bottle of lotion, rubbing it into her flesh. His brow was furrowed as he tended to her.

“You have some red marks,” he explained. “Most likely caused from pulling on the restraints.”

“It doesn’t hurt, sir,” Annie replied, unsure if they were still in the scene. Her body was majestically sore and her mind serene as she became more aware of her surroundings. The distressed look on his face required reassurance. Thomas did not respond, only continued to trace the red areas lightly with his skilled fingers, looking uneasy. It was actually more than that; his anguish was palpable and it evoked the need to hold him at once. She started to move, wanting to get off the bench and into his arms. She was stiff in the aftermath of strenuous sex. They were heavenly aches and pains that reminded her it was all real.

“Slowly. Wait.” Thomas moved quickly to help her to stand. Her legs were shaky. Thomas surrounded her with his strong arms, holding her tightly to him. His head nuzzled in her hair, drenched from perspiration.

Her head rested on his expansive chest when she found her voice. She asked quietly, “Are we still in the scene?”

Clutching her even tighter to him, he answered, “No, baby, the scene is over. All I want to do is hold you.” His voice was laced with thick emotion as he continued. “I didn’t think I’d feel this way. So overcome.” Annie melted deeper into his embrace, understanding his sentiment. Her heart quaked with a deep and abiding emotion too.

Thomas kept his arm around her as they walked up to the third floor master suite. Annie was grateful for the shuttered windows. She was not used to open nudity, though she was becoming more comfortable with it, given Thomas let it all hang free, unencumbered in his natural state.

As they lay on the king-sized bed, Annie caught the distant look in his eyes. Annie was attuned to his somber mood; he was clearly bothered by something. She asked, “What’s wrong?”

Thomas pulled her close with his arms wrapped around her. Her head lay in the crook of his arm as he answered. “I don’t like those marks on you. I never meant for you to pull so tight on the restraints. I’m angry with myself for failing to realize the extent of your writhing. I’m always so cognizant of a sub’s non-verbal communication. It’s essential for a dom to… I was just…”