2 comments/ 30154 views/ 1 favorites The Good Doctor Ch. 01 By: paerotica His heartrate increased when he saw her text, before he had even had time to read it, his excitement was palpable. When he could, he slipped into a private room and read her text. "Be in the first position, naked, at 6pm. Leave the front door unlocked. I want to be able to see you when I walk in the door." He knew exactly what she meant, no translation was necessary and even if it were, he didn't have the balls to ask her. She was straightup and it scared him almost as much as it tantalized him. He had a lot to do in the next three hours but it was difficult to keep his mind on his work, knowing what he had to look forward to. They'd only had one other exchange of this sort, and ever since it happened, he hadn't been able to get it out of his mind. He tried, he really did but she was like a drug. An itch you know you shouldn't scratch but what are the options? To never know the freedom and the peace of mind of having someone stronger and better than you in your life? He was tired of being in charge, always the go-to-guy, he wanted to surrender to someone, to a woman, and she was it, she was the real deal. She had taken it upon herself to begin this game that they were playing, but he knew in his heart and in his soul, that it wasn't a game, that she knew him like no other. He could trust her, he could take down his walls, his airs, his know-it-all attitude and he could turn himself over to her, completely and totally, she wouldn't hurt him or push him in any way she didn't believe would make him a better person, a finer man. He could breathe around her, feel the refreshing spirit of her ways, he knew that she held the key to what he needed and wanted. He feared her, the power she had over him was frightening, it required his jumping off a cliff and hoping that he found his wings before he found solid ground. She enabled him to do this, but it was only with her and that scared him the most. At 6pm, on the dot, the door opened. Before he could meet her eyes, she instructed him to avert his. "Do not look at me without my permission, nor should you speak unless I have told you, specifically, to answer one of my questions. You are under my full control." He nodded, looking down. He was on his knees, naked, his hands clasped together behind his head, his elbows outstretched. His body was hers to use as she saw fit. He was completely open to her, vulnerable to her touch, her punishments, her pleasure, her pain. "Would you like to continue, my pet?" she asked. Again, he nodded, without meeting her eyes. He so wanted to please her and she knew this about him. She knew that he needed something unlike what he had experienced in the past. He needed to surrender himself to someone who cared, on whom he could lean, depend...he tired of being the dependable one, the responsible one but who would do what needed to be done, if he didn't? Until he met her, he'd felt that this would be his whole life, his responsibilities and the guilt he felt when he failed...with her, he couldn't fail. She provided his relief, his bliss. Or so he thought. From his vantage point, he could see the black heels she was wearing, which combined with her height, should make her almost as tall as he. He could see the black stockings, the tops of her thigh highs, but he didn't dare look any higher, lest she catch him peeking and punish him. "Very good...i have been looking forward to seeing you again but I worry that you fear me. Do you? You have my permission to answer." "Yes, Mistress, I do." "Good, that is the way it should be. If you don't please me, I will punish you, of course, but you must know that I am doing this for you, for your own good, so that you can be the man you are capable of being. I want to raise you to a new level. Do you know that?" "You may answer," she said, after a long pause. He had learned from their last shared experience to not answer unless granted permission. His backside had suffered, greatly, due to his lack of attention to detail. "Yes, Mistress, I understand that I need your guidance and your instruction to be a better man, to find myself, it is only through you that I can gain this insight. Thank you, Mistress." "You are so very welcome, my pet," she responded as she stroked his hair, his face, lovingly. "You are turning out to be much more malleable than I could have imagined, and for that, I thank you. It is only through your need to tear down walls and let me in, that I can work, most effectively with you." "Are you ready to begin?," she asked again, wanting to be sure of his cooperation and consent. "Yes, Mistress," he said. He realized almost as soon as he said the words that he had spoken without her permission but he wasn't prepared for the slap across his face. "Did I give you permission to answer Me?" He kneeled, silently. "No, I did not!" he could hear the crop as it slapped against her thigh and he could see that she was also agitated. This made him nervous, to say the least. "Bend over, I want your ass in the air." He bent over, as instructed. The blows she inflicted on him were both painful and erotic, they transformed him somehow. The tingling sensation that the pinpointed accuracy of her crop left behind were inexplicable. He didn't understand why he needed this or wanted it, craved it, on some level, but he knew that he was in the right place, doing the right thing, with the right woman. She wasn't abusive or sadistic. She was strict yet kind. He gloried in each slap against his ass. He could feel the excitement growing in his groin and he hoped she wouldn't see him becoming harder with each stroke. "Ahhhh, someone is enjoying this entirely too much," she said. "back to position one." He did as told. He heard the chain but couldn't see anything. She brought her fingers to her mouth and moistened them before pulling out each nipple, twisting it, and punishing it until it was hard and erect. She then applied the nipple clamps, loosely at first but tightening them until she saw his body react. The involuntary wince. He wouldn't show pain, outwardly, she had learned that last time. He would never cry "uncle," but his body would convey that he had taken all he could take. He was an athlete, by training, and he could withstand an enormous amount of physical pain. What interested her, far more, was the emotional barriers he put up. That is what she wanted to take down - if it required her causing him some physical pain, so be it. After applying the clamps, she hit each one, repeatedly with her crop. He had to bite his bottom lip to prevent a groan from escaping his lips. "Now, look up at your Mistress, meet my eyes." He raised his head and he was astounded and excited by what he saw..she was dressed in a black outfit that accentuated her breasts as well as her long, lean legs...the thigh highs and heels were almost secondary to her lack of panties. Her pussy was completely exposed. She grabbed the back of his head, wrapping her fingers in his hair, and pushed his face into her crotch. "Pleasure me," she ordered as his tongue extended, his mouth went to work...sucking and licking and biting, the way that he knew she liked it. Her hips began to respond, he could taste her juices, feel the slickness that was being released by her body. He was pleasing her and that made him smile. "What are you smiling for," she asked, pulling his head away. Again, she slapped his face, "This is all about my pleasure. Do not for one second forget that. Am I making myself clear?" He nodded but did not speak. "Very well, I want you on your back, your tongue and your mouth, ready to go to work." It was then that he saw the spreader bar and he knew that he was in for a long night. To be continued... The Good Doctor Ch. 02 He laid back, face up, ready to do whatever was required. She moved her body on top of his, sitting on his hips, facing his feet. He felt the magic of the cuffs being put on his ankles and the spreader bar going on. His legs accommodated it beautifully, and it further put him into "the zone." That delicious mindset where he could give it all up to her. She then, slowly, lowered herself onto his face. He began by licking the full length of her pussy, between her lips, up to her clit, where he began to suck, in earnest. He could gather from her response that he was doing something right. Her excitement was evident, her juices ran down between her legs, and he had to swallow often to keep up with her production. His jaws ached, his tongue was tired but she was not climaxing. It felt too good to her, he was too expert at servicing her and she wasn't in any hurry to end it with an orgasm. She would raise herself just long enough to let him catch his breath before starting the process all over again.. He took a chance and slipped his tongue inside her asshole, hoping that might send her over the edge, that might be the push that she needed. Initially, she gasped, then moaned. She was bucking against his face, pushing herself against his nose, she was oh-so-close to climaxing. He soldiered on, determined to give her an orgasm unlike any other she had ever had. Suddenly, she stopped moving and he thought she was finally coming. But instead of the onslaught of juices he was prepared to slurp up, she lifted herself off of his face. This was followed by a succession of slaps, via her crop, to his cock. His knees drew up to his chest, instinctively, to protect his jewels. She swatted his knees away, forced them back to the ground as she bent over to lick his balls, run her tongue over the tip of his cock. He was growing hard, quickly, and the combination of pain and pleasure was almost more than he could handle, as she alternated her licking with quick slaps of her crop. She unwrapped the leather cord which had been hanging around her neck and began to expertly wrap his cock and balls tightly, threading the cord between his balls, up and over his cock. She expertly trussed it up, back and forth. He felt the cord getting tighter and tighter across his cock and then back down between his balls, practically cutting them off completely. Again, the pain was great, unique and controlled. The pleasure he experienced weighed equally against the pain, exciting him even further. "So, you think you can just go and stick your tongue up my asshole without my noticing? Without my permission? Did I give you permission to stick your tongue there?," she asked. He shook his head. "Did I give you permission to respond to my question?" He didn't move a muscle, he just looked up at her, hoping that his punishment wouldn't be too severe or leave permanent marks. "Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to do so," she instructed. She walked away from him and he heard her rustling through her bag. He tensed up as he heard her walking back towards him. "Okay, babe, just relax, and I will try very hard not to hurt you too much," her voice coming from the direction of his feet. "Now raise your legs into the air. Bend your knees. I am only interested in your bum," she instructed. He did as she requested but his whole body was shaking. This was new territory for him and it didn't make him feel at all better when she began to mock him. "It seems only fair that if you can stick something up my bum, I should be able to do the same. Seeing as how you didn't ask my permission, I won't be asking for yours either," she said. His knees were against his chest, the spreader bar was keeping his ankles and feet wide apart, and he was helpless to stop her. His cock was wrapped tightly, his balls felt like they were in a vice, and his nipples were on fire. Could it get any worse? He felt the chill of the lube as it slid down from his balls into the crack of his ass and he shuddered. She began with a finger, sliding it in and out, trying to open him up, stretching his hole, then two fingers, probing deeper and deeper. He knew that if his cock weren't wrapped up so, he would have come when she touched him there. It was his most sensitive spot and he loved it, the response was immediate. He would do anything to feel something in his asshole but he couldn't confess this to anyone. If he did, they might think he was gay or that he wanted a man to fuck him. But, in reality, he didn't. He couldn't even entertain that thought but he knew that he had always wanted a woman to fuck him. This was territory he didn't let himself wander into very often. He was a man, after all. What kind of man wants to feel something being shoved up his ass if he's not gay? His Mistress was beginning to work a plug into his ass. She twisted it and turned it, so as to allow his hole time to get larger. As the plug stretched him wider and wider, she began to lick his cock and to suck on his balls. She was teasing him and torturing him. He didn't know how much more he could take. "C'mon, big boy, let's go into the bedroom," she suggested, after the plug was inserted..."I will be more comfortable there." She helped him to his feet, and she laughed as he made his way into the bedroom with the spreader bar between his legs and the plug in his ass. She kept slapping him with her crop or her hand. His ass was getting red and it was turning her on. Her slave, her worshipper, her pet was ready to serve. When he had struggled into the bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed and the movement of that caused the plug to push its way out. "Uh-oh, what have we here?," she said, teasingly. "I thought I made myself clear that I wanted you to keep this in your ass, nice and tight-like? Apparently you didn't take me seriously. Maybe you will after this." She used the crop to slap his balls, his cock, his nipples, his sore asshole and ass, all over, the tops of his thighs, and the bottoms of his feet. She was rotating him as she cropped him. "There? Is that enough of a reminder to keep the plug in your fucking asshole? Or would you like something larger? Maybe a strap-on dildo or a big vibrator? Would you like me to get a man in here to fuck you up the ass? Do you think that is what you truly long for, my pet?" He had tears in his eyes. The pain was intense and he couldn't defend himself, not against her and especially not against his inner thoughts and desires. "Answer me," she bellowed. "No, no, Mistress, I don't want a man to fuck me!," he answered pitifully. "But you do want me to fuck you, don't you?" she probed further. "May I answer, honestly?" he asked, sheepishly, tiring of her crop and her hand. "Yes, I always expect honesty from my pet." "Yes, Mistress, more than anything, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock as it slides into my ass. I want to feel like I am being ripped apart by your cock, yours and yours alone, my Mistress." "Do you really believe that you are ready for such a large endeavor?" she asked. "I will trust you to make these decisions. Whenever you believe me to be ready and whatever brings you the most pleasure, I am here to serve you in whatever way you wish," he answered perfectly. "Oh, my pet, those are wonderful words to hear from you but I fear you give me too much credit. I want you to pleasure me, of course, but I am not interested in hurting you - too much. I also want you to grow, to delve into the dark shadows of yourself. I want you to be vulnerable, to expose yourself to me. If it requires my fucking you up the ass, I look forward to it." As she was speaking those words which made his heart race, she raised his hands above his head and tied them, slowly, methodically, to the bedposts. He was, of course, face up. His tongue and his mouth were ready to service her, his nipples were ready to be abused, and his cock at her full disposal. "Oh, babe, this is the way I truly love to see you. You are helpless before me, completely trusting me to care for you. Now, open your mouth for me. Next time you won't be so quick to let the plug slide out if you know that you have to lubricate it yourself." He fought her, turning his head from side to side. She was taking this too far and he was not about to taste his own ass. Pleasuring her ass was pure delight but tasting his own made his stomach turn. He was much bigger and stronger than his mistress. He was sure he could fight her off. "Open your mouth, you son of a bitch," she screamed. He continued to avoid the plug going into his mouth but his mistress was getting irritated. He could see that she was pushing his limits. "Okay, if that is the way you want to do this, that's fine. We will do it your way. You let me know when you are ready to play by my rules," Mistress said. She got off the bed, turned out the lights in the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. His Mistress left him there in the dark. He was naked and he was cold and he was still wet with her juices. He could smell her and taste her and feel her all over his face. He knew, in his heart, he had made a horrible mistake not obeying her. He claimed that he wanted nothing more in his life than to turn himself over to his Mistress but, in reality, he could not do all that she asked. He had failed her. He was ashamed of himself. His Mistress was making it very apparent that he had failed her. But what could he do now? He knew one thing for certain. There would be hell to pay when she re-entered the room. He closed his eyes and prayed for sleep but his body continued to shake. His mind was overwhelmed with equal parts fear and passion.