Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) (6 page)

He trusted you the night you weren’t prepared to use your safe word, Lisa.
My conscience sounded snide. For the moment, I dismissed her ruthlessly. As some point, I would have to figure out what to do about my guilt, but not now. Right now, I needed to get on my hands and knees.

In response, I just got into the bathtub and kneeled. I could hear him behind me, unscrewing the shower head, and opening the tap. I supressed my urge to turn around and see what he was doing, and just stayed where I was, facing away from the shower hose.

A finger moved to my ass. “Tell you what,” Patrick pondered. “Why don’t you rest your chin on the ledge,” he gestured, “and hold your ass cheeks open for me. Can you do that without slipping?”

I could do it without slipping. But I couldn’t do it without embarrassment. I could feel my entire body flush as I bent forward and parted my ass cheeks for Patrick.
Yet my pussy was slick with my arousal, and my nipples were erect. And when I turned my head towards him to see his face, heat shone openly in his eyes, and his lust insulated me from my humiliation. His admiration just made me feel special. Beautiful.

“Fuck, Lisa,” he said, and there was a tone of reverence in his voice. “Baby, you are
absolutely perfect.”

Cold lube dribbled on me, and his fingers massaged the lube into my puckered asshole, and I forced my clenched muscles to relax. Warm water splashed at my feet, and then, the tip of the hose was inserted into my ass, and water began to flow into me. Patrick had been right about the water pressure; the water entered my ass at about the same pressure it usually did from the enema bag, and I sighed softly and relaxed. For a few minutes, I just luxuriated in the feel of the warm water flowing inside of me.

After a couple of minutes though, I began to feel really full. I groaned as my belly distended, and I raised my ass higher to allow more of the water to flow into me. My stomach started to cramp, and I bit my lip, and my fingers, holding my ass cheeks apart for Patrick clenched into a fist.

“About half done,” Patrick said easily.

“Half?” I squawked in outrage and disbelief. I couldn’t take much more liquid. Already, beads of sweat were starting to form on my forehead as the cramps threatened my body.

“Would you like to rephrase that, Lisa?” Patrick’s voice was very quiet.

Aaah. “I’m sorry, Dr. Anderson,” I whispered. “You know best.” My nails dug into my ass cheeks as another wave of cramps swept through me. The water flowed into me steadily. My moans became small whimpers as I felt more and more filled.

Finally, Patrick removed the shower hose from my ass, and inserted a butt plug there to force me to retain the liquid. I whimpered, and hoped he wouldn’t make me hold it for long. A sheen of sweat covered my body, and I shivered slightly.

“Is your pussy wet, Lisa?” I nodded quietly. Despite the pain, the knowledge that I did this for both our pleasure acted like a powerful aphrodisiac. These were my fantasies, brought to life by his quiet voice, his even tone, the firm smack of his palm on my ass.

“Okay, stand up,” he ordered. He helped me up, and I stood in the bathtub, goose bumps covering my flesh.

“Cold?”

I nodded quietly.

He smiled at me. “Get under the shower,” he said, turning it on. A spray of lovely warm water gushed over me, and Patrick quickly stripped and joined me. I put my arms around him and leaned on his shoulder, wincing a little from the fullness in my belly.

He smirked openly when he saw my grimace. I started to say something snarky, but he grinned at me. “If I were you, I really wouldn’t make that comment,” he said.

“Will I be in trouble if I do?” I really liked Dominant Patrick. I also wanted to make sure my boyfriend was still under there somewhere. He had been right to warn me before; this was more intense, and in a mostly good way. As I leaned against Patrick, I felt possessed by him.

“So much trouble,” he said easily. There was no threat in his voice, just a promise. Patrick had a wicked, wicked imagination. I held back the sarcastic little quip I was going to make.

He lathered up the soap between his hands, and ran his hands all over my body, as I whimpered in appreciation. Every inch of my body was cleaned. My nipples were stroked gently as his hands traced spirals over my breasts. His thumb slid between my legs and caressed the entire length of my slit. Then, he tapped the butt plug once, twice with his fingers, and I moaned. He chuckled.

“Okay,” he said, stepping out of the shower
far, far earlier than I wanted him to. He grabbed a towel and dried himself quickly. “You have ten minutes. When you are ready, join me in the examination room.” He looked at me evenly. “I don’t need to tell you that you can’t touch your pussy?”

I shook my head. “I won’t touch my pussy, Dr. Anderson,” I promised him.  No, I wasn’t going to touch my pussy; I wanted him to.

He smiled at me. “See you in a bit, baby,” he said, leaning forward and kissing me on my nose. I giggled, and his smile widened. “Nine minutes now,” he laughed, and left the bathroom.

Lisa:

I hastily finished my shower, expelled my enema, and used Patrick’s hair dryer on my dripping hair, doing my best to restore it to some of the careful waves it had cascaded in before it got wet. Then, I went into the examination room. The door was open, and Patrick was sitting on the stool.

“Come on in, Miss Preston,” he said easily. “Let’s see, a full examination today, isn’t it?”

Was it?
“Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I smiled.

He gestured to the examination table, and I lay down on it, the vinyl cool on my naked ass. I obediently placed my legs in the stirrups without being asked, and Patrick’s lips twitched.

“I’m going to tie you up,” he said. Straps were quickly buckled around my waist and my thighs, holding me down and open for his pleasure. He came around and took my hands in his, and he cuffed them together, and fastened them above my head. I could wriggle somewhat, maybe arch my hips a little, but there wasn’t much room to move.

I stayed quiet, letting the anticipation build. I had no idea what he had planned for me, and excitement prickled at the back of my neck. Any moment now, I’d be drowning in a sea of intensity, anchored only by the quiet calm in his voice, by the steady intent of his eyes. Any moment now.

My nerve endings were tingling. I felt like I was on a roller-coaster, climbing slowly to the top. In a moment, I’d reach the peak, and then the ride would start, and all I would be able to do was hold on, savour each little bit of the journey, and slide towards the finish line. I snorted a little at that last bit. I’d slide towards that finish line if Patrick would let me. I anticipated that there would be a fair amount of begging beforehand.

Patrick walked towards the closet, and pulled the large mirror out, positioning it in a way that I could see my reflection in the mirror. I had a clear view of my pussy, spread open by the stirrups. I could see my lips glisten with moisture, already ready for him. I wondered what he was going to do to me that he thought I should watch.

“Now, Lisa,” he said. “What’s your safe word?”

“Red,” I said quietly.
He moved back towards me, and in his hands, he had two things that looked like upside down glasses, with a hose where the bottom of the glass should be. A breast pump. I bit my lip. I’d never had one used on me before, and as I saw the pump in his hands, I discovered that I was shockingly turned-on.

He stood before me silently, watching the look of arousal rise in my eyes with slight amusement, and I nodded. “Please, Dr. Anderson, please use them on me,” I begged.

“I was planning to, Lisa,” he responded. He positioned the cups on my breasts, and the rubber at the base formed a snug seal. He had the pump in his hand, and he pumped quickly a couple of times, and I moaned as the pressure increased.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Like they are being sucked on, but bigger,” I breathed. My pussy was dripping as Patrick pumped steadily.

“Stop me when it gets too much,” he ordered, and I nodded.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, and he chuckled. I could see my breasts elongate in the clear plastic cups, and redden slightly as they responded to the pressure. They ached slightly already, with the sweetest kind of pain. Like my skin was being readied for pleasure.

“Just a little more.” Patrick’s voice was steady, and I watched his hands press the lever a couple times, and the ache on my breasts increased. “Good,” he said in satisfaction, watching the way I writhed in response.
He let go of the pressure valve, and eased the cups off my breasts.

“How does this feel?” he asked, running a finger over my nipples. I whimpered and twisted in response. The pump had made my breasts much more sensitive than usual. Just a light touch, and I was wriggling with pleasure.

“Okay, let’s up the intensity,” he said calmly. He quickly snapped two thick rubber bands on the base of my breasts, so that they bulged out lewdly. “I’m not going to leave them long; I don’t like the too bruised, purple look,” he clarified. “Just till they get a bit red.”

I nodded silently. The rubber bands had brought back the soft ache in my breasts, and I could feel them throb gently.

“One final thing,” he said. Two tweezers-style nipple clamps were attached to my nipples, and Patrick tied a string from each of them, and extended them down my body, and looped the string around my big toes. I looked at him inquiringly. What devious bit of torture did he have planned?

His lips twitched as he saw my look of open curiosity. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, and walked away. When he returned, he had another pump in his hand. This time, for my pussy.

“Fuck, Patrick,” I groaned, as a shocking pulse of lust swept through my body. I could feel my pussy clench in anticipation of what he was going to do to me.

“Now, Lisa,” he said, his voice very dangerous. “You are
absolutely not allowed to come.”

I closed my eyes for a helpless second. I didn’t understand how I could pull myself back from that ledge.
Not when my breasts were aching, and Patrick was about to set my pussy hurting the same sweet way.

“Lisa.” His voice was a snap.

I bit my lip. My Dom wanted me to hold my pleasure back until he gave me permission. I would obey. “Yes, Dr. Anderson, I know I’m not allowed to come,” I said softly.

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, his hand tightening around a breast, squeezing it. “
Good girl,’ he said, and as always, his approval warmed me deep inside my core.

“Now,” he said, moving to the space between my spread legs, and carefully lubing up the edge of the pussy pump that would rest on my vagina, “I’m not going for the seriously red, seriously swollen porn look here. But a few minutes of the pump will increase sensitivity.”

“My pussy’s pretty damn sensitive already,” I retorted snidely, and winced as his palm made stinging contact with my vagina.

“You know, Lisa,” he said evenly, “if you can’t keep quiet, I
will gag you.”

I shook my head silently. “I’m sorry,” I said meekly.
He winked at me in response, and placed the pump over my vagina. A couple quick strokes on the lever, and I felt a weird but pleasurable suction, almost as if a massive mouth was on my pussy lips, sucking them with determination.

“Watch,” he ordered, but I had already been looking at the reflection of my pussy in the mirror with fascination. “Now, tell me when it gets too much,” he ordered, pumping a few more times.

The pressure increased to a point that was almost painful, and I gasped
yellow
, as my fingers curved into a fist. Patrick immediately eased off the pressure. “Do you want it removed?” he asked calmly.

“No,” I replied
, shaking my head. “I just need you to go a little slower.”

He smiled at me, and ran his fingers over my reddening breasts. “Let me know when you want me to pump again,” he said. “In the meanwhile…” He walked aw
ay, and when he returned, it was with the vibrator.

I eyed him suspiciously, as he smiled innocently at me. The pump was over my pussy; what was he planning to do with the vibrator?

His left hand took a hold of my foot, and he grinned at me. “Let’s see if you can keep still, Lisa,” he laughed, as he flicked the vibrator on, and held it against the arch of my foot.

I wasn’t hugely ticklish, but the vibrator was such a strange feeling against me. I twisted as much as my bindings allowed, and the sharp pain on my nipple reminded me that there was a string
tied from the nipple clamp to my toe.

“I would keep still, Lisa,” he counselled, amusement threading his voice. He moved to my other foot, and repeated the action, and I whimpered. It was such a peculiar feeling, feeling the vibrator buzz against a part of my body that wasn’t typically used to such sensation.

Every time I moved, there would be a tug on the nipple clamp that would remind me of the ache in my breasts. I could feel my pussy engorge under the pump, and I ached to feel that pinching suction again. “Can you pump it?” I asked him, and he smiled and nodded, and I arched my hips in response to that feeling. It was all too much; I was like a twig being tossed in a sea of sensation, unaware of what lay ahead.

What lay ahead was a quick removal of the pussy pump, and Patrick’s fingers running through my swollen lips. “How’s it feel?” he asked me.

I groaned. Everything was heightened. Every nerve ending in my body was throbbing with pleasure. A slow fire was building inside of me, and Patrick stoked it by the slow, lazy rub of his fingers against my slit.

“I need to be fucked, Patrick,” I begged him.

He laughed at me. “In a doctor’s office?” he asked, mock-shock running through his voice. “What kind of service do you think we offer here, Ms. Preston?”

“The good kind,” I said, a mute plea for his dick in my eyes.

He smiled at me. “Hold on, I’m not going to make you wait too much longer,” he assured me calmly. “Here…”

A butt plug was pushed into my ass, and then Patrick rolled a condom on, and swiftly entered me in one deep stroke. It felt amazing. My lips were swollen around him, and everything felt more intense. I could feel his hard erection raking through every millimeter of my pussy, and my clitoris throbbed, a pulsing mass of need.

Patrick did something, and the butt plug started to vibrate deep inside my ass, and I whimpered as he increased the pace of his pounding, pulling out and slamming back into me with guttural groans that just spiked my arousal even higher.

I could hear my voice, moaning and keening. My breasts were throbbing in rhythm with his strokes in and out of my pussy. My legs jerked, and my nipples ached, and I craved every bit of this. Every kiss of pain; every shudder of pleasure. It all blended into one intense, overwhelming ball of sensation, and when I came, I came convulsing, with a wail and a full-body shiver.

“Patrick,” I whimpered as I tried to twist away from him, though I was tied up firmly to the examination table, but he was having none of it. Two hard, stinging slaps on my inner thighs, and I stopped moving, and his fingers resumed their work on my clitoris, as he kept up his steady pistoning in and out of me.

Again, I arched into climax. Again, I tried to writhe away.
Again, he would not permit me to.

Finally, as I came, struggling and flailing the third time, he slammed into me, hard and fast and furious, and as I edged over into orgasm, the flutters of my pussy pushed him over the edge as well, and he groaned as his cock jerked inside of me. “Lisa,” he groaned, and warmth again blossomed in my heart, hearing the pleasure I brought him; the same pleasure he brought me.