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As you enter the door, the room is dark, you hear the mellowing music and the strong smell of incense fills your nostrils. The room lit, only by candle light seems very dark to your unadjusted eyes. I watch you from a shadow knowing you can’t see me, your eyes scan the room for me. You notice the over stuffed pillows on the floor and in the corner something you can’t make out, a large object. You hear my voice sternly say, you’ve kept me waiting, you know I don’t like that.
Your eyes move to the direction of my voice but your eyes are still not quit adjusted. As I move towards you you see me, I’m wearing my thigh high black high heeled boots crotchless panties and demi bra that just cups the bottom of my breasts. My black leather gloves come up above my elbow and my long black hair cascades over my shoulders. In my hand is a long black riding crop. As I move closer you get a better look, and I can see your cock start to grow in your pants. I ask how was the company get together, did you forget about me ?
As you try to explain I stop you, and remind you, you kept me waiting. This warrants punishment!!! (more…)
This was the first day of summer vacation from school. This fall he will be attending his first year in high school. The story of this summer will be one he will remember for the rest of his life and will change his life forever.
His name is Joey. He is 18years old. He is 5 foot 8 inches. Joey is about 100 pounds. During the summer Joey is going to visit Germany, France, England, and Spain. What happens before and on the trip to these locations will be the story that you will see on the next pages. Yes, the story will be dirty, but it must be told so that other will learn from the experience.
This morning Joey woke up and went to breakfast. At the breakfast table were his mother and father. Both of them were very strict and rich. They believed in a strong and powerful control over their only son. They also believed that the best way that they can teach their son was to send him into the trenches of life to fight his own battles no matter how tough they might be. The only major rule that they enforced was he must obey everything that his elders said.
As breakfast went on the mother whose name was Jane told her son that he was to go to the doctor’s this evening at 6:00 so that he might be able to get his physical and shots for his trip that he was suppose to start on tomorrow to Europe. His father whose name was James set up this trip so that his son could get a chance to see all of Europe and to understand their customs in the event that he had to make business trips in the future. His father planned every detail of the trip out so that he would only have to travel to the locations and everything else was already taken care of for him. (more…)
The Dr. and I had been talking online for about a year.. exchanging stories and pics of gyn exams and rectal temps. I was so curious to find out if it would be as much a turn on to actually do it as it was to read about it.
This past summer I got the nerve and we were able to coordinate our schedules. He came to my home and he brought all his medical equipment with him. At his request I had done a fleet enema the night before and early that morning. after chatting a bit to make me comfortable he asked me to remove my t shirt (not wearing a bra underneath.) so he could do a breast exam. While I stood in front of him he examined each breast and each nipple (hard and sticking out by now) (more…)
My wife dropped me off at the hospital for some tests. I was a bit leery. As I had never had anything but bad experiences with medical people.
I walked in and went into the admissions office. It was very dim. As if lightbulbs had not been replaced by the janitor in awhile. The cheery little nurse was a cute thing. About 49 or 50. Couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Shoulder length dark hair that curled under in a page boy, wavy.
Bright red lips. A pretty mouth. Gosh I wish I could just come here to have her put that pretty mouth on me instead of getting tortured with exams.
She had the most beautiful, expressive brown eyes. I wanted to hold her in my arms, have her shut her eyes, and kiss each lid over and over. Her lashes were super long, and real. Her eyes darted here and there, watching patients. I could see she was a smart gal. I tried to imagine her as a child and wondered if she was the kind that was always into mischief. (more…)
Paul had a raging hard on as he drove home, reliving what had transpired during Thanksgiving dinner. Paul was new in town and had only met a few people. He had no family nearby and was grateful that his friend Mike had graciously invited him to his home to share dinner with him and Linda. He was glad he wasn’t all alone this year.
He had arrived on time, bringing a bottle of champagne for his hosts. The meal had been delicious, but there seemed to be some kind of tension between his two hosts. They barely looked at each other, and there were several periods of awkward silence. It was after Mike had made a petty little comment about the mashed potatoes being “a bit lumpy”, that Linda had slammed down her fork, stood and excused herself then disappeared into the kitchen. Mike had smiled sheepishly at him and then also excused himself.
Paul had sat there for a few moments sipping his champagne wondering if maybe he should leave, not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on between these two. His attention was snapped back into focus when he began to hear what seemed to him like flesh being slapped. Paul was a gentleman and just couldn’t stand by while a woman was being abused. He stood and went to the kitchen door. It was open just far enough for him to see exactly what was transpiring inside but not enough for his
presence to be noticed. His groin stirred as he took in the scene before him. (more…)
This afternoon had been in the planning stages for months. Now the day was finally at hand. It was really quite a unique opportunity. I was sitting behind a regular reception desk wearing a shirt, slacks and a white lab coat. I looked every bit the part of a doctor’s assistant and that was exactly the part I was to play. My friend and co-conspirator, Roger, a gynecologist, was in his office only a few feet away. The waiting room was empty. There were only two people expected today and only one patient.
Roger had known that this day would come for a number of years but my invitation was much more recent. Roger had long been a fan of the Master Chris stories and had noted my own interest in the submissive nature of a gynecological exam. We had made contact a couple of years before and had become instant friends.
Although we lived in different parts of the country, Roger and I often found the time to talk, making sure we kept up on each other’s exploits. I told him that I envied him his profession but he was quick to set me straight about that. In 99.9% of the visit, he assured me, I’d have really no interest in being there. Still, he said, every once in awhile there is a visit that makes it interesting. Roger also described to me the group he and his wife Jane had been a part of for almost ten years. There were currently four couples involved and they had regular parties once per month. The ages ranged from the late 20′s to early 40′s. All four women were very submissive and the men dominant. During the parties, explained Roger, the women might be instructed to perform for the group or they might switch submissive for the evening, giving each woman the chance to be dominated by someone new. (more…)
Linda’s birthday was coming up soon and Mike went made a lot of preparations to make this one very special. He knew of her secret desire to have an audience while being examined by a doctor. He recruited a couple of friends with the same interests as his own, friends that Linda had never met. He gave them their instructions and asked if they would be willing to play along. The both agreed with enthusiasm.
On the big day Mike woke Linda up after letting her sleep late. She rolled over and smiled up at him. He frowned and placed his hand upon her forehead. “I think you’re running a bit of a temp Baby” he whispered to her. He reached into the night stand and withdrew the rectal thermometer and jar of vaseline. He pulled back the covers, she was wearing only a pair of panties and T-shirt. He opened the vaseline and stuck the rectal thermometer into it. (more…)
It was with some reluctance that Linda decided to meet with another man with whom she had met on the internet. The last man sounded so perfect, so nice. They had corresponded for quite awhile before finally meeting for real. In reality he had turned out to be an overbearing, arrogant jerk. He had complained about everything, including how dirty her car was. She had made a special dinner, which he didn’t even bother to eat. The final insult, was when he had gotten dressed after his football game was over and stated “I’m leaving”. The entire weekend was a total disaster. She drove him back to the airport in silence, dropped him off and sped away. When she had calmed down, she had tried to email him to find out what his problem was. It didn’t surprise her very much when she realized that he would no longer talk to her online, nor would he even answer her email. He had obviously done this before with some other poor fool, and she was just his latest victim. It took a long time to get over her feeling of rejection.
So, she was a little apprehensive as she waited for the arrival of Mike. She had met him online in an enema chat room. They had talked for sometime about their shared interests. They didn’t bother exchanging photos of each other. “Look”, he had said, “I’m not tall and handsome, but I’m for real and I’ll treat you with respect even if we find we are not attracted to each other”. “Well, I’m no Marilyn Monroe either, but have a sense of humor and if you can get past my rough edges you may just find a diamond”.
Linda answered the door when the buzzer sounded. The man standing before her was in his late forties, with greying hair. Mike had lied after all, for Linda could see that he was indeed tall and handsome. “Hi, I’m Mike” he stated and held out the flowers he had brought. (more…)
Our neighbors moved in 5 years ago and I knew then that I wanted to do “something” with the wife. That “something,” of course, ranged from trying to catch a glimpse of her disrobing through the window, to getting to fuck her, to maybe even playing doctor games (yeah, right! – Dream on buddy). Anyhow, at every opportunity I looked out my window which is at exactly the same level as the window to their bedroom and bathroom. Forget the bedroom; they’ve got some piece of furniture moved in the way of the window. Occasionally, however, the bathroom blind is open somewhat and I have been fortunate enough to get a glimpse of her moving around in there, but I’ve had to use my imagination to fill in the details.
Just yesterday, however, I had just walked in the door when my neighbor, Vickie, called on the telephone and asked me to come over to pick up a package that had been left there by UPS since I’m not home during the day. I jumped at the opportunity since I knew her husband wasn’t home (what an asshole he is) and I like to stand and talk to her and eye her up while thinking about all the nasty little things I could do. When I arrived, she answered the door and we started talking. After a few minutes, she invited me inside and our conversation continued. Our conversation turned to how cold it had recently gotten and the kind of winter that we might expect. She said that she hated winter because that’s when the kids always got sick. I just commented that it must be rough having to take care of sick kids and she said, “Yeah, and they hate it when you have to take their temperature.” I knew exactly what she meant, but now our conversation had entered my territory, so I asked “why”. (more…)
“Helen walked out.” Those were the first words I heard on my cell phone when I returned the page that had come in. I was standing in the grocery store parking lot. The voice was that of my 20 year old son, Hank.
“When did that happen?” I asked, not really interested, but wondering what was so important that he paged me about it. I suppose I should explain. Hank’s father is my ex-husband, Joel … we’ve been divorced for the better part of Hank’s 20 years. Helen is — was — Joel’s live-in fiancee of 5 years. Joel has always been a wonderful, caring, docile man and always did what his women told him to do. That’s why we’re no longer married. I couldn’t stand the fact that he let me and his mother and his sister walk all over him. Helen was no better. Hank refered to her as “Helen the Dominatrix.”
“Five days ago. Mom, I’m worried about Dad.” Hank went on to explain … since Helen left, Joel wasn’t eating or drinking much and he hadn’t left his bed. “Can you help him, Mom? He looks weak and his skin is kinda gray.”
Gray skin on the man with the golden tan? That’s not good. “I’m on my way, son. Stay with him and be there to let me in.” I put my groceries in the car and drove quickly to their house. The wheels were turning in my head. Could he be really ill? Or perhaps it was a heart problem … as in broken heart. Well, the only way to tell is to see him. (more…)Newer Posts »