Twenty minutes later, the doctor woke refreshed, and felt a twinge in his groin as he lifted himself carefully from on top of barbara, who still slept soundly. "Look who's up too!" He said, adjusting his swelling cock and chuckling to himself quietly.
He wanted barbara to sleep well, in preparation for what would surely be her most stressful and challenging examination of the day, to say nothing of the procedures he planned. He knew from the things she had said and done during her previous testing sessions that this particular ordeal would stretch her spirit, quite possibly even break it. She would need to be strong, and he worried whether she would be tough enough to get through it, but he could not back down on his demands. There could be no compromise.
He watched her sleeping...her lips parted, her breathing regular, her nipples still red and swollen from the wanton abuse his teeth had inflicted on them. The V of her sex glistened with remnants of their orgasms, and her skin had the healthy glow of a woman well satisfied.
She was an enigma, John thought, a mixture of conflicting actions and reactions that left him wondering exactly where her truth lay. She had played her part perfectly, so perfectly that he began to believe in her timidity, her inability to be aroused, even when he knew they were far removed from who she was. She had become non-orgasmic barbara, and he struggled to remember who she was outside of this room, on this one day. Most unsettling, he had found himself attracted to his "patient" as she was now- not as he had always known her. She was a mystery to him, and he hoped he would be able to solve her puzzle.
She woke when Dr. John began untying her. It was dark, and the lights downtown twinkled in a soft rain that had been falling since dusk. She looked at him shyly, silently, and lowered her eyes in obedient respect. The doctor knew then that she would remain silent until he instructed her to speak. This return to her former subservience was timed well, if that was what he was seeing, considering what he was about to tell her.
He plunged in without preamble.
"If I am to be your doctor, then you must do whatever I ask of you without question or complaint. Can you do that?" He said, looking into her eyes, searching for a sign that complying with his demands and obeying him without question were a possibility.
"This is very important" he told her," for both of us, so I don't want you to answer me right now. I want you to think about it for awhile."
He was about to ask her to do things she had never done, and accept things far outside her comfort level. Would she trust him? Would she let him do what he needed to do, or would she fight him? He knew she would ultimately give in to him either way; his will would win out, but he didn't know what would happen before she accepted it.
barbara watched the doctor, seated on a chair by her bed. He seemed to be working something out in his head, and for the first time, he looked a little more vulnerable, a little less confident and cocky. He ran his hand through his hair, and it saddened her that he seemed so troubled.
Dr. John studied barbara at the same time she watched him. Neither of them broke the silence. She seemed more comfortable with herself, he thought, and while she was no longer physically restrained, she didn't appear self-conscious and made no effort to hide her nudity. Clearly, she was afraid of what was happening now and what was still to come, because she did not understand it. But aside from the anxiety and fear he saw in her face, he saw too that she trusted him completely, and because of that trust he was sure he could mold her to meet his needs-eventually.
But not, he chastised himself, if he didn't get started. He shrugged and stood up, put his hand gently under her chin, and lifted her face up to look at him.
"Every doctor", he began,"is duty bound to provide the best possible care for his patients. We must do whatever our patient needs to get healthy and stay that way, even when our patient resists our treatment. Do you understand?"
She hesitated, unsure if she did understand.
"You must say the words, barbara" he said.
"I understand "she answered quietly. "I hope, anyway," she whispered.
John continued. "We have come to a part of your exam and treatment that will be much more difficult for you than it has been so far, perhaps even uncomfortable or a little painful." He saw the deep anxiety return to her face, and he suspected it was about to get much worse for her.
He took a deep breath. "I know you are an anal virgin, but there are still tests and procedures that I must do".
Her lower lip quivered, and a tear slid down her cheek. John knew he would need to be careful with this frightened little rabbit, or she would run.
"I promise I won't do anything without telling you, but you have to let me proceed. Is that clear? This is for your own good. A submissive must give her Master free rein, knowing he will do what is best. If she cannot, he is not truly her Master. It is our nature to control, just as it is yours to acquiesce. There can be no other arrangement...not in our world. Not", he paused," if I am to remain your Master."
"I think we are a good fit, don't you? But you must be able and willing to submit to me with your whole being, including your beautiful ass. It must be mine to do as I wish, and what I wish is to take it, and use it, and fuck it! Regardless of what you want, this is happening today, right now."
Barbara tried to get up from the bed but the doctor was stronger and quicker. He held her still with one arm pinned across her chest, and then forcefully laid her back down.
"I'm going to let you go now," he said, "but you must behave or I will have to restrain you again.. Do you understand?" In answer to his question she turned on her side away from him, and then nodded slightly without speaking.
This time John did not demand a verbal acknowledgment. She cried quietly to herself, her face buried in the bed sheet, her body racked with silent sobs that shook her with their intensity. She felt betrayed by the doctor, betrayed and foolish for having believed him and despondent for having loved him. He had broken her. He had known that anal activity was a hard limit, had accepted it, and then when she had fallen so hard for him that she could not conceive of her life without him, he had changed his mind. Suddenly, their unspoken agreement had been over-ridden, and she had not been allowed the courtesy of discussion.
Dr John had known this was likely to happen. All subs came to a crisis of identity, and this was hers. He knew also that he could bring her back...never to exactly the person she had been, but to consistency, and accountability and great reward, and ultimately to peace. She had been his sub for what...five years now? Would she walk away over an ideal that was more fantasy than substance? Anal activity was neither glamorous nor depraved. It was simply a personal preference, like brussel sprouts, or sailboats. Either you liked them or you didn't.
The truth was, barbara had never even considered it. She refused to discuss it. He had begged, cajoled, bargained, pouted, even bribed, all of which had failed completely. This had been his last resort, their final chance. He was determined that she would at least try, or he would move on. It was time to take a stand.
But right now, he still had work to do. He sat beside her and soothed her, kissing her gently on her shoulder, her cheek, her finger tips; stroking her hair, gently brushing it out of her face with his hand, and softly, so softly patting her while she cried, carefully avoiding any contact she might perceive as threatening. He especially avoided sexual contact of any kind. It would be hours more before that would come.
After half an hour, Barbara's tears had eased and she had fallen asleep, still on her side, her head cradled on her arms, her face buried protectively in the bed sheet. She still took in rapid fire, triple breaths on occasion; the kind that often followed a serious crying session.
John watched her troubled sleep. She made sudden, jerky movements now and then, like the startled flinching that happens when someone hides behind a door waiting for a victim to pass by. This was likely to be a long and difficult night.
John slept in the chair for a bit, and when he woke suddenly, she was watching him.
"What happens now, Master?" She said, her eyes lowered, her body withdrawn.
"What do you mean?" He said. She had called him Master. The game had ended apparently.
"I mean, what are your plans for me, Sir, or am I not allowed to know?" Her voice was soft, without emotion, submissive.
"I wanted us to continue the game. I wanted timid barbara to try what sub barbara couldn't...wouldn't."
He felt disappointed that their role playing adventure had ended before it was finished. He had very much looked forward to helping timid barbara explore anal sex, or at least experience it once before she refused it.
"If that is what my Master wants, then I must fulfill his wishes. It is my duty as his submissive." She kept her eyes focused on the floor."
