4 comments/ 33711 views/ 13 favorites Doctor Fantasy Ch. 01 By: LecherousLady Barbara paced nervously from the window of her hotel room with a view of the downtown skyline to the peephole in her door, with a view of a decent, but not great reproduction of an 1890 pie safe sitting across the hallway. Since she would arrive first, they agreed she would check in and text the room number to the doctor. Her insecurity about such things had her worrying he had canceled their appointment, and just had not bothered to tell her... he should have arrived by now. He was in great demand; it had taken months to get this appointment. The idea of having to reschedule made her feel sick and lost inside. It would just take so damn long to work out new arrangements. And she didn't know if she would ever have the courage to make this appointment again. She needed the doctor's help desperately, but what if he didn't want to help her? What would she do? The knock was so quiet she wasn't sure she had heard it. She looked through the peephole and it was him... her stomach flipped over. She could feel her heart pounding in her throat, and the adrenalin rush made her heart skitter over one beat. She checked herself in the mirror one last time, and swung the door wide to greet him. It was him... She smiled, suddenly painfully shy, her mouth dry, her palms perspiring. "Ms. Lawson? I'm Doctor John," he said. He took her hand in his and held onto it, charming his patient and helping her to relax a little. "I understand you aren't feeling well?" His eyes captured hers and he stared intently at her all the while he was speaking. "Why don't you go get yourself undressed, and I'll busy myself with setting out the instruments I'll be using to examine you. Then we'll see if we can't help you feel better. Okay?" Barbara was beguiled. He was even better looking than she had expected. His dark, smiling eyes explored her face with genuine concern, and when he touched her, his hands were warm and gentle and firm. His trim and fit body seemed too young for his short white hair, and he carried himself like a man much younger than she knew he was. He was dressed in slacks and a white polo shirt and blazer. He removed his blazer and held it out to Barbara expectantly. She took it immediately and hung it carefully in the closet. Good! He thought to himself, She learns quickly. Dr. John was a "licensed" physician, with a passion for tying women up and spanking them, and then fucking them hard. His practice thrived, but he accepted only "special" appointments on a limited, vigorously screened basis. His patients were all attractive submissives with health issues of a sexual nature. He was very good, and booked for a year or more ahead. He scanned the room, then decided to put a towel on the spare bed and lay out what he needed there. "Sometimes a traveling doctor has to improvise." He winked at her. She hesitated, then began to go into the bathroom to undress. "If you have to pee," he said, "I want you to wait to see if I need a urine sample. And if you are going in there to undress, just stay here and take off your things. I'm going to see you naked sooner or later, so we might as well make it sooner." He smiled. "It will get the hard part out of the way, don't you think? Or some of it anyway. Oh, and fetch me a towel to put under my instruments, yes?" Barbara froze for a moment. Her body was fine for her age, but it was not twenty... far past it, in fact. Would he be repelled? She shivered, and could not make herself move. "Come along now, Barbara, we don't have all day, and my examination will take a good deal of time. It's going to be extremely thorough. We need to get started." She began removing her clothing, trembling with fear and embarrassment. Doctor John could see her fear, her self doubt, and her anxiety clearly. "I tell you what," he said. "Leave on your bra and panties for now. We'll see to them later if need be." Oh, we will be seeing to them later! he thought. Definitely. She sighed with relief and gratitude for the reprieve, regardless of how temporary, and began unzipping the black pencil skirt she wore. She stepped out of it self consciously, and folded it over a chair. Her white silk blouse was long and hid the parts of her that most interested the doctor, but he was willing to wait. Sort of. "Step on it. We don't have forever here," he said. "and I am losing my patience. Do I need to do that for you?" He sounded annoyed. She couldn't let her doctor, the one she had waited so long to see, give up on her and leave before he even started. She began to unbutton her blouse. In a moment she was standing in only her panties, her thigh high white stockings, and white lace bra. She covered herself, or tried to anyway. "I thought I told you to forget your false modesty!" He snapped, his impatience showing. "Take off your stockings and lie on the bed... now!" He ordered her. She did as she was told. She could feel her panties getting moist in anticipation. The time she had longed for was finally here. He walked over to her, and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. He took her hands in his and stared into her eyes without speaking. "I can feel your heart pounding," he said after a moment "And your pulse is racing much too fast. Don't you want this appointment?" he asked. "Isn't this what you need?" "Yes doctor," she said meekly. "I need your help more than you know. I guess I'm just afraid." "So why don't you tell me why you wanted to see me today? I have your chart, of course," he glanced toward his leather bag on the other bed, "but I'd like to hear it from you." He was obviously confident and capable, she thought. Why would he have accepted me as a new patient? Maybe this was a mistake. "Uhm, well" she stammered nervously, "I, uh, I have trouble with sex... with enjoying sex... you know, with orgasms and all." Oh my god Barbara! What is the matter with you? If you don't start acting like an adult with at least a modicum of brains, he's just going to get up and leave! Delightful! He thought. Exactly what I was hoping for. Her background had indicated she was well educated, intelligent and a successful career woman. And yet, here she sits barely able to put two sentences together. She is perfect! "That"s okay Barbara. I got the gist of it." He piled extra pillows behind her so she could sit up comfortably, and put his stethoscope into his ears. "I think we just need to get started," he said. "Sit up nice and straight for me and take some deep breaths." She did as he instructed, and he asked her to take several breaths while he listened and moved the stethoscope around her chest. Several times, his fingers grazed her breasts slightly, causing her to take in a quick breath. "Okay," he said. "All done. That wasn't so bad was it?" He picked up another instrument and looked into each eye while she focused on the wall behind him, then similarly examined her ears, her throat, even her nose. After he palpated her neck for lumps, he motioned for her to lay back, having removed all but one pillow behind her. He looked at her with kindness in his eyes. "You knew we were going to get to this point eventually, didn't you? I need you to remove your bra now." She felt the fluttery sick feeling of sudden panic, but reached around behind her in spite of it. When she fumbled with the hook as if she had never removed a bra before, he stopped her. "Why don't I just do that for you?" He suggested. She leaned forward a little , and he unclasped her bra, then pulled it down off her shoulders, tossing it casually onto the other bed. He held her hands so she couldn't cover herself. "That wasn't so bad was it?" He asked. "Now just let me put this pillow under your back a little and we'll examine your little tits, shall we?" Barbara wished her breasts weren't so small, but they were what they were. His fingers walked around each little breast skillfully , and he pronounced them healthy in spite of their size. "I have one more test I need to perform," he said then, and lowered his mouth around her left breast, licking her nipple, tasting her skin, sucking on the tit itself, then swirling his tongue around her nipple again. Her nipples responded appropriately to his stimulation. Barbara moaned, and Dr John raised his head and looked at her with want in his eyes. "This is only the beginning" , he said to her, his voice husky with his arousal. He moved his mouth to her right side then, and Barbara clenched her pelvic muscles to stave off the over stimulation she felt. It was almost too intense, too demanding. She felt consumed by what her doctor was doing to her... for her. When he raised himself finally from her breasts, Barbara began to tremble, wanting desperately what she knew would still come and yet terrified of it. "It's time now, Barbara,". He said, removing her last pillow so she was laying flat on the bed. Barbara felt a jolt inside her, but this time it was her fear that clenched hard between her legs. What if there was nothing he could do to help her? What if she would be forced to live a life without orgasm forever? She waited for his instructions, barely able to breathe. Without speaking, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peeled them slowly down, exposing her sex to his view one delicious inch at a time. He rolled her panties all the way down... past her hips, her knees, her ankles, until he had freed her of them and tossed them immediately aside. Grabbing her ankles, he raised her legs up and bent her knees, pushing them toward her chest, then nudged them apart slightly, forcing her knees to fall open naturally. Now, the doctor had total access to every part of her. He stared at her then, studying each contour and fold of her body; the curve of her leg where it joined her cleft, the full lips that sheltered her sex, the enticing mounds of her ass. He cupped her smooth, bare vulva with his hand and slowly inched his fingers to her clit, barely grazing it at first, then massaging it oh so gently, teasing it softly, building up the tension and her need. He moved his hand down to her outer lips and smiled. "You are so beautiful," he said ,"but I will need to examine you carefully. This may be the source of your problem," he said, emphasizing his words by pressing hard on her clitoris. Barbara bucked against his hand and moaned. Using both hands, he parted her lips, exposing her more fully. "I want you to hold yourself open for me", he said, his voice barely a whisper, "so that I can be free to examine you completely." She was mute from her humiliation, unable to voice the protest screaming inside her. But in spite of her embarrassment, she reached down and spread her lips apart as best she could, holding herself open for him He pushed one finger inside her, then two, reaching and exploring every part of her wet, quivering vagina. He could feel his hardness, and he touched himself to put a stop to what his cock wanted to do. She felt his fingers probing deep inside her, tentatively at first, and then more and more firmly , more demanding;, stroking her, exploring her, caressing her. She could see the swelling in his groin, his need for fulfillment growing along with his cock. He cleared his throat as if to clear his head. "All right my dear" he said. "I think I've seen what I need to see for now. There doesn't seem to be any glaring physical cause for your malady, so we need to continue your examination, and this part will be much more extensive than the exam I've done up to now. I want to run a battery of tests; your arousal response time, the strength and endurance of your climax, and the frequency-how many times you can cum in one session. Doesn't really sound so awful does it?." He smiled. Barbara paled visibly, and spoke so haltingly and softly the doctor had to strain to hear her. "I've never done that". she said. He arched an eyebrow. "Done what?" He asked, then realized what she was saying. "You mean you've never had an orgasm?" Never? He was dumbstruck. I thought nothing a patient said would surprise me, he said to himself, but I was wrong! She was nearly his age for god's sake! And never had an orgasm? Unbelievable. She shook her head without looking at him. "Have you never masturbated either?" He asked. Was that possible? He wondered. She shook her head no again, keeping her eyes down, unable to face him with her shame and fear. "I'm afraid you will just be wasting your time", she said. "Maybe we should quit now." Could she stand it if he told her she was hopelessly frigid... incurably so? "Barbara", he spoke sternly, and she flinched, startled by the look on his face. It pleased him to see her fearful. She needed to be fearful. "I can see your blood pressure rising from here. You need to calm down, take deep breaths, and stop being so afraid. This is not helping you and it certainly isn't helping me! Whatever is going on with you is not just going to go away not after so many years!" He paused. "And treating yourself or ignoring it doesn't seem to be working for you so far... or am I wrong?" He was getting angrier by the minute. Barbara could see his clenched jaw twitching. His annoyance unleashed his mean side. "Did you have me come all this way just to tell me how inadequate you are? I could have learned that by talking to you on the phone! Do you want to spend the next forty years frustrated, drying up, alone forever? Well? Do you?" Barbara couldn't get her words out fast enough to please him. "Answer me Barbara! Answer me, or I'm leaving now and all you will have from this experience is my bill!" "No" she finally said. "I don't want to be this way." She pleaded. Her voice quivered with pending tears. He needed to redirect the focus of her fear away from the exam and more toward him; needed her to stop being afraid of what he was going to do, what he was going to discover, and more afraid of what he would do to her if he was angry. "Look," he said, "if you don't want my help, I meant it. You can just leave. Now!" His scowl was disturbing, dark and withering. "Otherwise", he said, a bit calmer, a bit quieter, "whatever the outcome of theses tests, you won't be facing them alone. I am here, and it's my job to take care of you. If I am going to do something, anything, that might cause you more than some temporary discomfort or mild pain, I will tell you before we start. I promise. Okay? But if I am going to have even a hope of helping you to increase your sex drive and pleasure, I need to know where you are now. And you need to do as I say without question. Is that clear?" He glared at her, and was pleased to see her take a step back, and lower her eyes again... this time out of respect, he was sure. "Is it?" He repeated the words impatiently, his arms crossed in front of him. "Yes Sir," she replied. Barbara felt tears perching just behind her eyelids. She didn't want to be unhappy all the time, but she had failed so often she had given up trying. It was useless. I am useless, she thought. He continued, a small movement in one corner of his mouth the only sign of his great pleasure at her response to him... that, and the growing bulge in his groin. He knew there would be no further trouble from ms. Barbara. "By the time we have finished, I will have a clear picture of what your treatment plan needs to be, and we will carry it out together. Agreed?" John spoke more calmly now, back to the matter at hand. "I want you to be at your peak performance level for the strength and endurance tests, so we will start with them first. I need you to lay on the bed with your butt up on this stack of pillows". He helped her position herself. It was awkward, but she finally managed to maintain her balance. "Yes, that's perfect! Now, grab your legs behind your knees and pull them back toward your chest as far as you can." She did as he directed, growing more and more embarrassed by her exposure. Her vagina was stretched farther open than she believed it could, and she was sure the good doctor could see her tonsils. The idea made her smile for a moment. Dr John noticed her unforced, cock-tingling smile, brief though it was. Perhaps I can reach her after all, he thought. "Barbara," he started cautiously, hoping to avoid spooking her. "Before we begin, I need to secure you in place. If you move during the testing, the results will be invalid, and we will have to start over. This test is going to be tiring for you; I don't want to have to repeat them." He showed her several extra long, white plastic zip ties. "Put your hands together, weaving your fingers, like this." He wrapped her wrists together with one tie and cut it to a convenient length. "Good," he said. "Perfect. Now lift them over your head so I can secure them right up here", he patted the headboard. "That's my girl" he said when she followed his directions exactly. Securing her hands firmly to the headboard took no time at all. Next, the doctor studied her legs, previously held back only by Barbara's own strength. "I think we can make this work if I use cord and keep your legs pulled back like so," he said, wrapping the soft quarter inch cloth rope around behind her knee and pulling it back behind her head to fasten to the headboard. "Yes," he said, pleased with his design. "This will do nicely!" He quickly moved to secure her left leg in the same fashion as the right, then secured her hips, waist and just above her breasts so that when he finished Barbara could only move her head from side to side. She did that now, looking back and forth at her restraints and testing her bindings. When he finished, he stepped back to admire his work. She was trussed up quite effectively, and he felt his cock twitch at the thought. She was not the only one who's limits would be tested this day, he thought with a playful grin on his face. He lifted a small metal box out of his bag and plug its power cord into the wall, then set it on the bed next to her. "This device provides electrical stimulation for your muscles" he explained," but it's helpful for your situation too." He held up two long thin wires. "I'm placing one of these on each side of your clit now". He told her. She could feel him taping the wires alongside her clitoris, securing the tape at the apex of her pelvic bone. "We'll start on the lowest setting and see how you do. It's a very mild current to begin with. Then we will raise it slowly while we measure your response times. At each setting, we will try to get you to cum, and measure the time it took to get you there. If you are able to achieve a climax at more than half of the six settings we will test you with, then frigidity is not your issue." "Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded, but her reactions said otherwise;, her pupils dilated, her eyes wide and unblinking. Even restrained securely above her, the doctor could see her hands shaking badly. The current made her jump the moment he turned the dial on the first setting. He could see her clit swelling immediately, and Barbara began to writhe within her bonds, her reaction getting stronger and more frenzied by the second. In a very short time sweat ran in tiny rivulets down her face and her nipples grew large and hard. She gyrated her hips as much as her restraints allowed, and moaned loudly. "Please, Doctor" she cried, "Please help me! Please fuck me! Oh please Doctor! I need to cum! I need to cum!" Doctor John turned the dial to the next setting, and pushed Barbara's longing over the edge into bliss she had never experienced. "Oh! Oh! Oh my god!" She cried, pulling against her restraints until they left deep grooves on her tortured body. When the moment finally peaked, she shuddered and seemed to collapse inside her bonds. She was silent, her eyes closed, her hands unclenched. Doctor Fantasy Ch. 01 The doctor took her blood pressure, checked her pulse and took her temperature rectally. She reacted to the thermometer when he slid it into her, but she did not open her eyes or speak. He slid a pipette inside her vagina to collect the fluid that had gathered at her opening, and now had begun to run between her legs and down to her anus. She was wet; very,very wet. Obviously she isn't frigid, he thought with a smile as he began to clean her up with a warm damp cloth. She moaned when he pushed her thighs farther apart to wash her still swollen clit and pussy, but she remained asleep. The doctor planned his next test of her sexual function while he watched her sleeping, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her nipples still greatly enlarged. He had left her tied securely, but he had removed the stack of pillows beneath her. Perhaps, he thought, it was not her reaction to stimulation in general, but in how she received the stimulation,. Maybe her problem was with the delivery system. He would wake her soon and test his theory. She began to stir after forty-five minutes. While she still slept, the doctor had left her arms restrained as they were, but had adjusted her legs so that she now laid spread eagled, each ankle secured to the corner posts at the foot of the four poster bed. When she opened her eyes, he stood above her, watching her responses carefully. She smiled at him shyly and lowered her eyes immediately, respectfully, waiting silently for him to speak. "How do you feel sleepyhead?" He asked. "I feel wonderful, doctor!" She exclaimed "Thank you for all you have done for me." Did she think he would give her one orgasm and she would be cured? "Whoa!" he said to her, smiling cheerfully. "Not so fast, Barbara. We still have questions to answer. One solitary, albeit world turning, orgasm does not mean you are finished. There is still information we need to gather before I can proclaim a complete recovery for you. We have made good progress today but there are still many avenues to explore." Barbara's face fell on the spot. "Doctor, may I ask what is still in store for me?" The last procedure was more intense than she ever could have imagined. She was not at all sure she could tolerate anything of a similar level of stimulation, regardless of its ultimate reward. "I am thinking perhaps your issue has been with the type and duration of your stimuli. Maybe it has never been you with the problem. Maybe the problem has been with your partners". He paused for a moment so Barbara could absorb what he had just said. "To test my theory, we're going to try manual stimulation now, to see how you do." "But first, I need to take your temp again", he paused, "rectally." Her eyes widened and color rose in her cheeks, but she did not speak. "When you collapsed after your remarkable experience, I took your temperature, which of course is most accurate in your beautiful ass. ". He winked, but she did not smile at him. Okay, he thought, perhaps tread gently here. "It really is better scientifically speaking. I know the standard now is digital thermometers, but I'm old school."He smiled kindly. He walked into the bathroom, and Barbara could hear water running. In just a moment, he came out again, shaking down the thermometer. He smiled again. "Your temp earlier was quite elevated... a bit over a hundred and one. Could just be your extreme reaction, which was quite remarkable, by the way. But it could be a sign of something else too, and I don't want to take chances." He held the glass rod horizontally and studied its reading, then shook it down again and walked toward her. She cringed, visibly. Since her legs were fully extended now, spread apart and tied to the bedposts, he reached between her legs and gently pulled her right cheek to the side, allowing him a visual and full access to her sphincter. He poured lubricant into his hand and covered both his fingers and the thermometer, then rubbed around her anus to apply the gel. He slipped a finger into her to apply the lubrication inside her, and his touch made her flinch. She clenched her ass cheeks tightly in anticipation of what was to come. Doctor John smacked her right cheek without warning... hard enough to leave a bright pink hand print. Barbara yelped, and began to cry softly, more from the shock and distress of having her Doctor punish her, than from the pain itself. "You must learn to relax when I touch you" he warned her firmly. "Wherever and whenever I choose to touch you, I expect no resistance of any kind. Is that clear?" She nodded, and he smacked her again in the same place, a little harder. "I expect you to speak when I ask you a question. I will not tell you again. Do You Understand?" "Yes Sir!" she answered him immediately, her eyes focused downward. "Now," he said, carefully and calmly controlling his tone, "Let's try this again." He reapplied the lubricant to his first two fingers ,and pausing only long enough for Barbara to will her sphincter muscles to loosen their grip, he shoved both fingers into her anus forcefully, his intention being to both loosen her muscles and re-establish his total domination. She had apparently forgotten her place, but when he finished with her it would be forever etched in her consciousness. Once he felt her opening was sufficiently lubricated and relaxed, he pushed the glass cylinder deep inside her rectum. She could feel the embarrassing intrusion moving inside her, and knew her face was scarlet with shame. When he finally removed the hated thing, he wiped it and then read the temperature. "Still elevated, Barbara", he said, sounding to her as if he were quite pleased. "I'm sorry to tell you, since I know how much this is distasteful for you, but we will need to do this again... every hour or so until till it comes down, I think. A doctor can never be too careful." "Now let's get back to your testing, shall we? As I mentioned, I believe it is appropriate to do testing of your response to manual stimulation. The electrical stimulation testing was so unexpectedly successful that I decided we did not need to continue beyond the minimum level of stimulation. Further than that might have actually harmed you, since you responded so intensely to the least possible charge." "Therefore, Barbara, I think we are pretty much ready to begin. Are you ready?" He asked. She began to nod her head, then stopped in her tracks. "Yes, Sir", she said. "I am ready." His student learned quickly... after a fashion. He was pleased. "Since there doesn't appear to be any other option, your manual stimuli will have to come from me. Unless you have objections?" He said with a smile. Objections? She thought. Why would I object to being aroused by you? She wondered. How lucky can one girl be? At first, dr. John seemed unsure of how best to proceed, then settled on the standard approach to seduction. He bent over Barbara, and kissed her gently on the mouth. "Oops ". he said suddenly, reaching into his medical bag and retrieving two items that looked like probes, and a blood pressure cuff. He attached the cuff above her elbow first, then held up the probes in front of her. "I almost forgot! This is a probe we use to measure temperature continuously." He pointed to the longest of the two, about six inches long... with a white flexible plastic shaft, and a rounded steel head. "Can you guess where this is going?" He asked, amused with her expression when she realized what it was. "I'm going to place it in your rectum", he said as he liberally applied lubricant and pulled her right ass cheek to the side exposing her anus once more. "And then" he paused for a moment while he plunged the probe inside her. "There!" He said when it was placed as he wanted, "I'll just tape the wire to your inner thigh like this". He applied the tape firmly, "and we are all done. How simple is that?" Barbara could feel the tape sticking to her leg, and the disturbing invasion of a place she had never expected to be occupied. It made her shiver with agitation and humiliation, and she was shocked at how cheerfully the doctor had placed it inside her. "You may be wondering why I have added to your discomfort by placing this probe" he wiggled the attached wire, which in turn wiggled the probe, "inside you like this? It's very simple really. As we are aroused, our respiration, blood pressure and temperature increase, comparable to our response level. If I monitor those factors, I can quickly and accurately measure your response and the success of this stimuli. It may be embarrassing, but it's based completely on our ability to see what is happening to you as I attempt to arouse you." "Now this other probe," he said holding it up to show Barbara, "is designed to measure the moisture levels in your vagina, which we know is produced as a direct result of arousal. Again, quite simple". He said. This vaginal probe was shorter, maybe only three inches, and thicker in girth... perhaps three-quarters of an inch. It too was white and there was a single wire trailing from one end of the probe to a small black box that lit up like a Christmas tree as it recorded moisture levels. Dr John push it gently inside her as far as he could, so that only the thin wire emerged from her. "Okay," he said. "After a small interruption, I believe we are ready to begin again. None of this should be painful in any way, and should be pleasant actually, if I do my job right." The doctor lowered his mouth again on hers, the tip of his tongue seeming to ask for permission to advance, gently flicking her lower lip and tongue, advancing and then retreating. She opened her mouth more fully, and he pushed on with confidence, shoving his tongue completely into her warm mouth, seeking out every small corner and exploring her with dedication. He began to kiss her gently, moving over her face, her neck, her earlobes, and slowly down to her breasts. When he grabbed her nipple between his teeth, he and Barbara moaned simultaneously, spurring both of them on to more aggressive action. For her part , Barbara's bonds restricted her responsiveness a great deal, but she rocked gently from side to side as she could, biting his ear, his lower lip, his neck, arching her own neck when he made contact with her breast, shivering with passion and need. When his attention to her breasts left her nipples engorged and tender, he moved slowly down her body, kissing and nipping and licking her. He licked her navel and she tried to raise herself up to meet his tongue, but her restraints held her fast. She moaned again, in lust and frustration. The doctor raised his head up from her, and gently, slowly, inched his hand down her side and over to the center of her sexual pleasure. He drew his finger in small figure eights around her clitoris, applying such deliberate strokes that she thought she would go mad with her arousal. Then he slowly entered her, first one finger, then two, moving in and out of her faster and faster, driving himself nearly over the edge. She was wet, so wet her fluid had begun to drip slowly out of her, trailing itself down toward the probe inside her sphincter. He grabbed the wire attached to the probe in her vagina and pulled the instrument out of her. He didn't need any measurements to tell him she was aroused. "Please" she begged. "Please? I need you! I need to feel you... all of you... , inside me, in every way you can. I need your tongue" she said, accentuating her list with tiny kisses, "I need your fingers, I need your mouth, I need your cock forcing itself up to my shoulders! I need you dear sweet Doctor! All of you!" She quieted, as if the intensity had worn her out. "I want you inside me now,"she said plaintively. "I don't think I can take this anymore." He raised himself onto the bed and gently lowered his body to meet hers. He entered her then, his cock pulsing as he drew himself oh so slowly in and out of her. He did not want this moment to end too quickly. Barbara raised herself up as well as she could to meet him, matching his rhythm and intensity. In a few moments, their need overcame their rhythm, and he rammed himself inside her over and over until he heard her cries and knew she was about to climax. "Cum for me!" He commanded, "cum for me now Barbara!" She thrust her tongue into his mouth and groaned, calling out her passion and pleasure over and over. "I'm cumming, she said, I'm cumming! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Oh God!" She cried, and the moment came finally, exploding inside her, and like an addictive drug, she clung to the sensation, not wanting to let it go. "Oh god" she repeated in a whisper, and she began to cry. When the doctor felt her clutching herself around him, wrapping his cock in glorious sensations, he knew his moment was close. He focused all of his being-his thoughts, his strength, his desires; condensing them all to fit inside this one brief but all encompassing moment of passion. He felt the release then, as his seed shot over and over inside Barbara. He was spent, and his needs were satisfied, but he did not want to let the experience end. He lowered his weight carefully onto Barbara, and they slept. Doctor Fantasy Ch. 02 Twenty minutes later, the doctor woke refreshed, and felt a twinge in his groin as he lifted himself carefully from on top of barbara, who still slept soundly. "Look who's up too!" He said, adjusting his swelling cock and chuckling to himself quietly. He wanted barbara to sleep well, in preparation for what would surely be her most stressful and challenging examination of the day, to say nothing of the procedures he planned. He knew from the things she had said and done during her previous testing sessions that this particular ordeal would stretch her spirit, quite possibly even break it. She would need to be strong, and he worried whether she would be tough enough to get through it, but he could not back down on his demands. There could be no compromise. He watched her sleeping...her lips parted, her breathing regular, her nipples still red and swollen from the wanton abuse his teeth had inflicted on them. The V of her sex glistened with remnants of their orgasms, and her skin had the healthy glow of a woman well satisfied. She was an enigma, John thought, a mixture of conflicting actions and reactions that left him wondering exactly where her truth lay. She had played her part perfectly, so perfectly that he began to believe in her timidity, her inability to be aroused, even when he knew they were far removed from who she was. She had become non-orgasmic barbara, and he struggled to remember who she was outside of this room, on this one day. Most unsettling, he had found himself attracted to his "patient" as she was now- not as he had always known her. She was a mystery to him, and he hoped he would be able to solve her puzzle. She woke when Dr. John began untying her. It was dark, and the lights downtown twinkled in a soft rain that had been falling since dusk. She looked at him shyly, silently, and lowered her eyes in obedient respect. The doctor knew then that she would remain silent until he instructed her to speak. This return to her former subservience was timed well, if that was what he was seeing, considering what he was about to tell her. He plunged in without preamble. "If I am to be your doctor, then you must do whatever I ask of you without question or complaint. Can you do that?" He said, looking into her eyes, searching for a sign that complying with his demands and obeying him without question were a possibility. "This is very important" he told her," for both of us, so I don't want you to answer me right now. I want you to think about it for awhile." He was about to ask her to do things she had never done, and accept things far outside her comfort level. Would she trust him? Would she let him do what he needed to do, or would she fight him? He knew she would ultimately give in to him either way; his will would win out, but he didn't know what would happen before she accepted it. barbara watched the doctor, seated on a chair by her bed. He seemed to be working something out in his head, and for the first time, he looked a little more vulnerable, a little less confident and cocky. He ran his hand through his hair, and it saddened her that he seemed so troubled. Dr. John studied barbara at the same time she watched him. Neither of them broke the silence. She seemed more comfortable with herself, he thought, and while she was no longer physically restrained, she didn't appear self-conscious and made no effort to hide her nudity. Clearly, she was afraid of what was happening now and what was still to come, because she did not understand it. But aside from the anxiety and fear he saw in her face, he saw too that she trusted him completely, and because of that trust he was sure he could mold her to meet his needs-eventually. But not, he chastised himself, if he didn't get started. He shrugged and stood up, put his hand gently under her chin, and lifted her face up to look at him. "Every doctor", he began,"is duty bound to provide the best possible care for his patients. We must do whatever our patient needs to get healthy and stay that way, even when our patient resists our treatment. Do you understand?" She hesitated, unsure if she did understand. "You must say the words, barbara" he said. "I understand "she answered quietly. "I hope, anyway," she whispered. John continued. "We have come to a part of your exam and treatment that will be much more difficult for you than it has been so far, perhaps even uncomfortable or a little painful." He saw the deep anxiety return to her face, and he suspected it was about to get much worse for her. He took a deep breath. "I know you are an anal virgin, but there are still tests and procedures that I must do". Her lower lip quivered, and a tear slid down her cheek. John knew he would need to be careful with this frightened little rabbit, or she would run. "I promise I won't do anything without telling you, but you have to let me proceed. Is that clear? This is for your own good. A submissive must give her Master free rein, knowing he will do what is best. If she cannot, he is not truly her Master. It is our nature to control, just as it is yours to acquiesce. There can be no other arrangement...not in our world. Not", he paused," if I am to remain your Master." "I think we are a good fit, don't you? But you must be able and willing to submit to me with your whole being, including your beautiful ass. It must be mine to do as I wish, and what I wish is to take it, and use it, and fuck it! Regardless of what you want, this is happening today, right now." Barbara tried to get up from the bed but the doctor was stronger and quicker. He held her still with one arm pinned across her chest, and then forcefully laid her back down. "I'm going to let you go now," he said, "but you must behave or I will have to restrain you again.. Do you understand?" In answer to his question she turned on her side away from him, and then nodded slightly without speaking. This time John did not demand a verbal acknowledgment. She cried quietly to herself, her face buried in the bed sheet, her body racked with silent sobs that shook her with their intensity. She felt betrayed by the doctor, betrayed and foolish for having believed him and despondent for having loved him. He had broken her. He had known that anal activity was a hard limit, had accepted it, and then when she had fallen so hard for him that she could not conceive of her life without him, he had changed his mind. Suddenly, their unspoken agreement had been over-ridden, and she had not been allowed the courtesy of discussion. Dr John had known this was likely to happen. All subs came to a crisis of identity, and this was hers. He knew also that he could bring her back...never to exactly the person she had been, but to consistency, and accountability and great reward, and ultimately to peace. She had been his sub for what...five years now? Would she walk away over an ideal that was more fantasy than substance? Anal activity was neither glamorous nor depraved. It was simply a personal preference, like brussel sprouts, or sailboats. Either you liked them or you didn't. The truth was, barbara had never even considered it. She refused to discuss it. He had begged, cajoled, bargained, pouted, even bribed, all of which had failed completely. This had been his last resort, their final chance. He was determined that she would at least try, or he would move on. It was time to take a stand. But right now, he still had work to do. He sat beside her and soothed her, kissing her gently on her shoulder, her cheek, her finger tips; stroking her hair, gently brushing it out of her face with his hand, and softly, so softly patting her while she cried, carefully avoiding any contact she might perceive as threatening. He especially avoided sexual contact of any kind. It would be hours more before that would come. After half an hour, Barbara's tears had eased and she had fallen asleep, still on her side, her head cradled on her arms, her face buried protectively in the bed sheet. She still took in rapid fire, triple breaths on occasion; the kind that often followed a serious crying session. John watched her troubled sleep. She made sudden, jerky movements now and then, like the startled flinching that happens when someone hides behind a door waiting for a victim to pass by. This was likely to be a long and difficult night. John slept in the chair for a bit, and when he woke suddenly, she was watching him. "What happens now, Master?" She said, her eyes lowered, her body withdrawn. "What do you mean?" He said. She had called him Master. The game had ended apparently. "I mean, what are your plans for me, Sir, or am I not allowed to know?" Her voice was soft, without emotion, submissive. "I wanted us to continue the game. I wanted timid barbara to try what sub barbara couldn't...wouldn't." He felt disappointed that their role playing adventure had ended before it was finished. He had very much looked forward to helping timid barbara explore anal sex, or at least experience it once before she refused it. "If that is what my Master wants, then I must fulfill his wishes. It is my duty as his submissive." She kept her eyes focused on the floor." He felt a cock-growing twinge in his groin. "Do you mean that?" He asked. "I do as my Master desires, always. It is my purpose." She still had not looked up at him, not once. "Will you stay with me if we do this?" He asked, fearing the answer to the base of his soul. "This submissive cannot know what will happen beyond now. It is not for her to worry of such things, Master." John felt himself getting angrier and angrier. Was her spirit really broken by his effort to trick her? Or...was she overplaying her servitude to punish him? He shouldn't have tried it, he knew that now, but he would be damned if he would allow her to make decisions about punishment! Or anything else! She knew what she was getting into from the beginning, and she had not suffered any permanent harm. What exactly did she expect? "Barbara! I've had enough of this. I'm not playing this game with you! You aren't fooling me for a minute. Come here, now!" He yelled as much as being in a hotel room allowed. Barbara rose from the bed and stood in front of him, head bowed. He grabbed her arm without speaking and pulled her across his lap. "I'm not going to make you count this time" he said. "I will just spank you until I'm too tired to continue. When I'm finished, I'm going to tie you up and do the things I should have done five years ago! Think about that while I'm making you cry." He raised his flattened hand and began to spank her fast and hard, until his arm ached and his anger had abated. He struck one side of her ass and then the other, and sometimes landed a hard, stinging blow between her legs or on her tender thighs. Long before he stopped, her ass was brilliant red, and there were dark spots that would be ugly bruises in the morning. barbara had lasted a few minutes before she began to cry, but the assault on her cheeks was relentless and agonizing, and she cried as the pain became too much to bear. When he had spent both his anger and his stamina, he pulled her up and eased her on to her tummy on the bed. Her ass flamed, he could feel the heat when his hand drew near her. He went to his bag and retrieved ointment that would help to cool her skin, and a syringe that had already been prepared. Barbara had been watching him, and her eyes grew alarmed when she saw the needle. He walked to her and ruffled her hair tenderly. "The injection is for the pain" he said. I brought it along to make you feel more relaxed if we needed to, but it will help relieve your burning too. And"...he paused, "it will make the rest of this night go a little easier." "This will sting a bit," he said, as he removed an antiseptic wipe from its foil wrapper."But soon you will be feeling pretty wonderful, I promise." She squeezed her eyes shut when he approached her. When he rubbed a spot high on her right cheek with the wipe, she drew her breath in from the burning. Before it faded, she saw him flick the syringe twice with the back of his finger, hold it up and watch it carefully while he forced the liquid into the needle until a tiny stream squirted out, and then..., it was in her cheek, burning for just a moment, and he was done, and the needle withdrawn. He rubbed the spot to work the medicine into her muscle quickly. The fire in her ass cheeks went out almost at once, and a warm soothing feeling spread through her, relaxing her muscles all at the same time, making her focus dim. She felt remarkably well considering what Master had just done to her. She closed her eyes. "No," John said, "don't you go to sleep now. The drowsiness will fade shortly, and I need you to stay awake. At any other time, your punishment for being disrespectful and insolent would not have ended yet. Your ass would burn for hours to remind you of your place and your obligation to obey me. But we have plans don't we, and I want you to be at your best for seeing them through". barbara closed her eyes again, only to process what he was telling her. She was no longer sleepy. He had reminded her of what he intended, and she truly could not imagine that this night would end well. Would she lose him forever? She wondered. "barbara?" He spoke quietly, calmly, wanting to help her accept what he was about to do. "I need you to listen to me carefully, okay? I'm going to talk you through this one step at a time, and we will go as slowly as you need, but we are doing this..., do you understand?" He reached into his bag and pulled out a small box. He handed it to her and she stared at it numbly. "This is a disposable enema...actually there are two. I want you to take them into the bathroom and use them...both of them. Do you understand? The directions are on the box and I'm going to trust you to do this correctly. I want you nice and clean and fresh. If you refuse, or you can't do it properly, I will do it for you. It's your choice." She spoke for the first time since they had argued. "Yes, Master, I understand, and I will do this...for you." She stood up and took a wobbly step, then sat back down quickly on the edge of the bed. "Here, let me help you. Are you sure you can do this? Would you rather I help you?" Help me squirt vile fluid into my ass? Hardly! "I will be perfectly fine, Master, it's just the shot you gave me...I seem to be a little unsteady that's all. Maybe you could help me get in there?" He came to her and grabbed her firmly by her elbow, supporting her weight until she was seated on the lid of the toilet. "Are you sure you don't want my help?" He asked. She shook her head no. "No, thank you Master, I will be just fine." She asked him to close the door and he obliged. He stood listening at the door to make sure she was okay. After what seemed like forever, he heard the doorknob turning, and she stood in the doorway looking distressed, and sullen. "Are you okay?" He asked again. "I am fine Master, really. I don't look forward to doing that again anytime soon, but I am fine. He searched for something to say to comfort her, but he couldn't find the words. "Okay," he said. "So I want you to lie on your side on the bed, turned away from me, and pull your right leg up close to your chest. Yeah," he said.. "That's perfect." Her incredible ass beckoned him, and he sat beside her and rubbed his hand gently over each side, sometimes causing barbara to flinch from the residual pain of her spanking. God, he thought, she is so unbelievably beautiful. And if I don't fuck this up, she will still be mine in the morning. He brought his bag close to the bed and sat it on the floor. When he pulled out a tube of lubricant, he told her, "I'm going to rub this on your anus now, and then I'm going to stick my finger into your ass and rub some more inside too. When you are comfortable, I'm going to add a finger, more if you can tolerate it, and see if we can't stretch your tight little button a wee bit." She couldn't see what he was doing, but she heard the lid pop off the tube, and she heard him squeeze its contents out, presumably on his hand. She waited, not moving, not even breathing. "Okay, sweetheart, here we go," he said, and he pulled her right cheek aside so he could clearly see his target. He rubbed the lubricant around her anus in a circle, round and round and round, hoping the feeling would be pleasurable to her. She did not react. In truth, the feeling was far from arousing, but it was tolerable. A little odd, a lot embarrassing, but still tolerable. John decided to step things up a notch, in light of her non-responsiveness. With his other hand, he reached over her and found her slit, entered her and sought out her clitoris. She moaned, and he knew he was where he needed to be, so he stroked her in gentle circles to match the ones he was making around the entrance to her ass. He massaged her front and back, in steady, gentle strokes that made barbara squirm involuntarily at the sensation. If he could get her to associate the pleasure she was feeling with his attentions to her secret passage, he would be home free. The conflict would end. He kept attending to her clit, but stopped what he was doing otherwise, and reapplied lubricant to his fingers. barbara seemed much more compliant now, so he moved on the next step. "Okay" he said, "I'm going to put my finger inside you now and rub some lubricant all around your opening. When your tight little band loosens its grip a bit, I will add another finger, until I have at least three inside you. It will feel good, barbara, if you let it. You'll see." He entered her opening, moving his finger ever so slowly forward, until it was all the way in to his last knuckle. He rotated his finger as far as he could, back and forth, back and forth, allowing her to get used to the feeling of fullness he knew she was experiencing. When her clenching reflex relaxed a bit, he brought his finger nearly out, then re-entered her and repeated this process several times. After he felt less constriction, he gently joined the first intruder with his middle finger, now sliding both of them in and out, forward and back, round and round. He stepped up his attention to her clit as well, but when barbara began to writhe on the bed, he stopped. "Oh no, you don't," he said with a grin. "We aren't ready for that." He leaned over her so she could see his face. "You will cum, barbara," he said. "You will cum gloriously and perhaps more than once. You will cum with me and for me." He paused and smiled at her. He thought he saw just the tiniest smile twitch at her mouth in return. "But there is still much we need to do to prepare you so this is a pleasurable experience for both of us." He stopped his manipulations of her clitoris, but he became more aggressive with the fingers that were still inside her passage. He pulled them out and pushed them back in quickly, over and over. He thought he heard the tiniest moan coming from barbara, but perhaps it had only been wishful thinking. After a sufficient time, he added a third finger inside her, and she grunted at the expanded bulk, clamping down on her sphincter muscles to try, unsuccessfully to block the intrusion, but she didn't speak, didn't use the safe word that would have ended the experience, and most probably their relationship, immediately and forever. Instead, barbara willed herself to tolerate what John was doing. He had not hurt her...well, not with this activity anyway. And she could see how eager he was to please her, almost like a little boy trying to impress her with how cool his toys were. She supposed it was only fair to at least try to tolerate his passion, even if it was not to her liking particularly. She knew, however, that the "best" (or worst, as the case might be) was yet to come. The true test would not come until John came, she thought, and then laughed to herself at her terrible pun.