The Dr is always right (Dr & Lisa 3) - Sex Stories

The Dr is always right (Dr & Lisa 3)

... emotions. What have I gotten myself into I fear. To get these tits were one thing but letting someone own me was another, it was sexy at first but now...? Now half our realtionship is sensitivity and the other half wanton lust and cruelty. It is mentaly breaking, I feel like I am half brain dead. Can I save the other half? Do I have the strength too. I just don't know... Maybe if I please you... "Do what you want Doc. I will always love you." I say pleading I can keep my self together. ++++++++++!++ Walking round your trussed up body, your mind blind to my intentions I take up a riding crop. With one quick swish I bring it down onto your left tit. "I thought I said be still!" I hiss. You go to talk but I cover your mouth, looking round I grab your soaking slutty thong and use it to gag you. Returning to your tits I give each one several more lashes, "I thought you wanted to submit, you have hurt me in your insolence." Your face shows fear, not at the crop, but at having hurt me. Once more I crop your tits and your breasts are criss crossed in red lines. I appraoch you, taking out the thong, and like you have many times before to me, I wrap an arm around your neck and kiss you deeply, I feel you start to respond to kiss, falling into the gentle emotion after the punishment given. Breaking the kiss you give me a glare of hardend resolve to not be broken. Sighing I pick up the nipple clamps and attach them before whispering "you came to me... remember!" I walk to your spread ...

... legs, taking the leather paddle. "Doc I... aaiiieeee!" You squeal as I cut you off with a sharp smack across your pussy. After several more pussy spanks I see you sag in the restraints. We have been at this for hours since you refused me in the morning and I am tired, both physically and mentally. Letting you out of the stocks I carry you to the bedroom. You still look at me without the lust and devotion you had just yesterday. I lay you on the bed, and grab your skin lotion. Gently I rub in it into your breasts, throwing the nipple clamps out the room. Gently I massage your aching limbs, and sooth your poor bruised pussy. I touch you with tenderness and love. A contrast to the punishment inflicted earlier. Out of habit from our time together you reach for my cock, your brain on autopilot. I push your hands away. "Not tonight. Tonight lets just sleep" I say gently but you already are... ++++++++++++ I fall asleep, my mind still broken from the mix of punishment and tenderness my Doc has shown me. How can my mind resist when my heart and pussy yearn so badly for this man! I awake the next morning strapped into that damned milking device. He knows this is my favourite toy, the joyous climax to my mornings. My tits already ache from not being milked recently.... "You have found my weakness," I think to myself. "I don't have many doctor. But being treated like a cow is one of them!" As soon as I am strapped in here I am submissive, I just hope the Doc doeant remember the only other ...