Tuesday, 2 April 2013
The orthopaedic physician
I am wearing a long tight gown made of white latex. My hair is pinned up, my legs in white tights, my feet in white heels.
I open the door a crack and say “Mr. Bennet, please”. A tall man, moving his body with difficulty entered. “Please take a seat” I said. While he was telling me his long medical history I was taking note so on my Computer. He brought some x-rays which I looked at shaking my head.
“It looks like, your scoliosis is getting worse and worse” I said.
“Is there no hope?” he asked with a breathy voice.
“Hm. You have tried Metasidunt and Fleaxan. That's all we have really.”
“Please”, he said seriously “I can't stand the pain. I will try anything, and I mean literally anything.” I started walking through the room ”I do have some ideas. But they are painful I'm afraid.”
His eyes sparkled.
I watched him undress with major difficulty. It took a long time and a red stripe was left where his jeans were cutting his flesh. He could not turn around on the massage table, so I gave him a hand. “Ouch!” he exclaimed. I smiled sadistically.
“Sorry, we are doing this my way now”
After a traditional rub, I take off my heels and walk over his back, hands, butt and thighs.
“Why does that have to hurt so much?” he asked with tears in his eyes.
“I'm relieving the tension from your muscles. Because you did not stretch as the doctors told you to, now you have to pay for it.”
“I will, Ms. Doctor.”
“And you have some tension in your face as well, especially around your mouth, that is why I have to step on it.”
I pressed on pressure points with my finger tips, leaning the weight of my body on my strong fingers. He was in serious pain. I especially liked working on his huge butt.
“Now we will do some variation of acupuncture. I achieve much better results with bigger needles.” I say and pierce his back and arms with some needles.
He started screaming “Whyyyyy?” while I connected the needles with strings.
“Because I want to release your trapped energy into flow.”
“No, you don't. I don't believe you.” he said with tears of broken pride running down his face. “Well” I said, ”I am not doing it the traditional Chinese way of course. My theory is that you heal when I have fun using your body.”
“When what??” He tried to get up but I was holding the string connected to his needles and I pulled it. Blood started running. I was laughing, enjoying myself. He whimpered, totally devastated and thought:
“Oh my God, where am I? She is a total sadist, what have I got myself into, what is she going to do to me, sweet Jesus?”
“You are very quick” I said cynically. And released the tension on the string. I had some more fun. I slowly poured big droopy pools of wax on to his body around the needles.
He said:” You are hard, but you are also very beautiful and intriguing. It is weird, I feel scared but very turned on at the same time.”
I replied: “I am not surprised.”
Eventually I take the needles out. One by one. Very slowly. A well of pleasure rises up through my cunt when I hear him groining. I start flogging the wax off. Quite painful on sore skin. I thought, caning was necessary as well. His body is shivering, his hands are ice-cold. I motivate him a bit: “You are on adrenalin. But think about the dopamine rush after that. How happy you are going to be. You have been such a good boy so far, but you can do better.” I turn him around on his back and discover that he has a hard on. I decide to do something about it and put some needles in the shaft. He is not screaming any more. He actually is not saying a single word. His eyes are looking into the far, far away. And his mind, his soul- are they still in this room? I could move his body like a puppy. This is a moment where I am fully concentrated and watch his breathing and his eyes like an eagle. I know that I cannot leave him in that space too long. After a minute I crushed his balls gently with my bare feet. Just a little bit of pain to bring him down. His dick started rising. I took out some needles and he went soft again. His eyes could focus by now. I make him sit up and take out the rest. He looks tired, but different, his eyes are bigger and sharper as if he gained will, ambition, courage. I told him to stand in front of the mirror and to look at himself.
I ordered him to wank while I recorded him with my camera. I moved around him and said things like “Look at this fat man, look at this looser. How pathetic he is, how he can't keep his head up, how he cannot look anyone in the eye” I move the camera closer and film a close-up of his little cock which produces an incredible amount of sperm while he pants and screams “Oh, oh my God!..Fuck! Hell! Thank you, oh..wow”
And a happy client left.