The Doctors Orders - Sex Stories

The Doctors Orders

... and scared her.

Emma's panic surged, fueled by the loss of control and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Her voice quivered as she mustered the courage to speak, her eyes locked onto the doctor's. It started as a gnawing suspicion but soon became an undeniable realization: she was trapped, her hands and legs bound to the chair.

As Emma fought against her bindings, they seemed to tighten in response, making her struggle all the more futile. Dr. Longfellow's touch was a cruel juxtaposition of sensuality and sadism, a prelude to the nightmarish journey she had unwittingly embarked upon.

"Please," she stammered, her voice shaking, "stop... and release me."

Dr. Longfellow's demeanor shifted from the professional doctor to something much more dominant. He stood up from his chair, removed the speculum, and approached Emma with a confident stride, his eyes locked onto hers, a predatory glint in his gaze. As he reached her side, he discarded the used gloves, the subtle sound of them hitting the trash emphasizing the change in the room's atmosphere.

With deliberate movements, he picked up her panties from the floor, holding them in his hand. His fingers brushed against the fabric, a slow, sensual caress that seemed to echo the anticipation in the air. Emma's vulnerability and his control over the situation only fueled his desire.

He let his hand trace along her body, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. As Dr. Longfellow's fingers sensually explored ...

... Emma's breasts through the robe, Emma's heart raced as she felt the power dynamic shift further, her breath hitching as his touch sent shivers of both fear and desire down her spine.

Her heart raced, she screamed for help in fear, but the clinic's emptiness swallowed her cries. Desperation filled her eyes as she locked gazes with Dr. Longfellow, his expression twisted into a devious grin.

"Please," she managed to plead, her voice trembling. But her pleas were met with indifference as he grabbed her panties, and forced them into her mouth, holding them in place with tape. Emma's protests were muffled, and the taste of her lingerie filled her senses, a bitter reminder of her helplessness.

Dr. Longfellow leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on hers, relishing in her predicament. "No one can hear you, Emma," he whispered, his voice dripping with a dark promise. "Save your energy for what's to come." Emma's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and anticipation, her fate now firmly in his grasp.

Desperation clawed at her throat, and she managed to choke out a question, her voice muffled but notably trembling with fear. "Why?" she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes.

His voice took on a commanding tone as he spoke, his words carrying the weight of his resolve. "Emma," he began, his gaze unwavering, "You said it yourself, If someone crosses me, they better be ready to face the consequences," his words were filled with an undeniable intensity, "You made me work late on ...