As he stood beside the examining table with flames raging in his cheeks, he submitted to the doctors unexpected request of full nudity. With his clothes neatly piled on the adjacent chair, he laid his bare body against the cold blue plastic and took a deep, calming inhale before letting it slowly ooze out his nostrils.
"Why ... is it I have to be naked?" he asked sheepishly, already knowing it was a question of no use.
"Don't worry Steven," Dr. Will replied in a damp Irish accent. "It's standard practice for full examinations. Just relax and we'll have a good look at you."
The softness of her voice licked across his frigid skin as he closed his eyes, letting himself drift along the waves of her words. The red of his lids brightened as a summer sun smiled through the window, laying a blanket of heat atop his flesh. While the doctor laid her hands upon him, prodding and squeezing, his mind brought him on a tranquil journey to an unexpected abyss of delight.
He was naked inside a cave looking out to the sea. The sun shone brightly and the tepid air filled his being with passion. He was suddenly joined by the doctor who also stood naked. She dropped to her knees and took his sex into her mouth, never losing his gaze as she graciously stared into him. Laying him down, she persisted to pleasure him. Her wavy brown hair tickled his skin as she moved her mouth around his shaft, circling her tongue around the helm. Reaching his hands out and placing them atop her head, he fisted her hair and fed his cock deeply in her throat.
And with a sharpness at the base of his sex, Steven awoke with his fists full of the doctors brown wavy hair. As his consciousness began to clear, he immediately released his grasp. Dr Will stepped back, red faced and teary.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Steven?" She wiped her mouth, panting, her gaze not moving from the stunned man on her table; his erect eagerness wilting.
"Steven, answer me this instant," she demanded.
His words had retreated and betrayed him. He could only sit, abashed and torn, as the doctor regained her composure and left him sinking deeper and deeper within his denial.
"Well, Steven, since you are clearly incapable of stringing a few words together, I will see to it that your silence remains." She walked over to her door, locking it, as Steven desperately tried to salvage his dignity. Attempting to step down from the table, he was swiftly interrupted by a hand on his throat.
"Tut tut," she said snobbishly. "Lay down. Move and I will have you arrested. Understand, boy?" She looked him with a frosty stare and his face shrivelled.
"Boy!" She exclaimed.
"Yes, OK I hear you."
With an abrupt rage, she brought her hand across his face, filling the room with a sharp echo.
"You will answer yes, or no. You will address me as Mistress. You will do everything I say and you will like it. Do I make myself clear, boy?" And with meek capitulation, he forced out the words which would change his life forever.
"Yes, Mistress."
She raised his legs perpendicular to his chest. Retrieving some rope she tied his ankles, hooking the adjoining section underneath his head so that his ankles were almost touching his ears. His sex was nicely exposed atop his bare and open bottom and his arms were then tied underneath the table.
"Have you ever been fucked, boy?"
"No ... Mistress," he replied, hesitantly.
"But you've fantasised about it, haven't you?"
