David picks me up at 10 that morning. "We have a doctor's appointment," he says, but he won't elaborate.
We started our game a few months ago. There is only rule: I belong to him completely and am subject to his every whim.
David has many whims; since most of them involve fucking me senseless at every opportunity, our arrangement is a good one. We live in his house and I spend my days fulfilling his desires.
He likes to keep me naked whenever possible, but this morning, I'm dressed to go out in a short denim skirt, tight T-shirt, red stilettos and fishnet thigh-high stockings. I'm never allowed a bra or panties. Today my nipples are clearly visible through the thin white cotton T-shirt.
It's a beautiful day and he puts the top down on the convertible. His arm is wrapped around my shoulder as he cups my right breast in one large hand. We stop at a red light and when another car pulls up next to us, David begins toying with my nipple. I can feel the driver of the other car staring and the juice begins flowing between my legs.
By the time we reach the interstate, he's abandoned my nipple and is pinching my clit instead. "Your pussy's wet," he observes. "Do you need a good fucking?"
"Yes, sir," I answer obediently, biting back a groan as he flicks his finger along my swollen clit.
"Well, you're going to have to wait for it. I have more important things to do than keep a horny little slut satisfied," he says, giving me another pinch.
"Whatever you desire, sir," I reply, focusing on the dashboard.
He tortures me for the next several minutes, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again and again with his quick, skilled fingers before pulling his hand away.
We pull onto a parking lot and he makes me suck my juices from his fingertips. "Show me your pretty tits," he orders, and I obey, feeling my face grow hot as I pull my T-shirt up to expose my breasts.
He fondles and kisses my breasts for several minutes, licking and sucking my nipples until they ache. Then he begins pinching and pulling at them, rolling them between his fingers until I beg him to suck them again. He laughs and gives them a hard pinch.
"Time for your check-up," he says. "Put those away and I'll play with them again later."
My nipples are still obscenely hard when we get to the receptionist's desk. I'm grateful that the waiting room is deserted. My disheveled hair and clothes make it obvious that I've come straight here from sex.
"We have an appointment with Dr. Thomas," David tells the receptionist. "The name is Smith."
"Of course, Mr. Smith," she answers, though she's looking at me. I blush as I realize she's focusing on my breasts. "Have a seat and I'll call you when Doctor's ready for you."
David's hand rests on my ass as he guides me toward a chair. "Maybe we should give her a look at your pretty tits," he murmurs and gives me a pinch when my blush deepens.
We sit down and his hand slides immediately to my pussy. I'm still dripping-wet from the earlier teasing and he laughs at my muffled groan as he starts fingering my clit again. We're in plain view of the receptionist, who's a little too obviously looking in the other direction. I let my thighs slide apart a little further and David strokes me faster. I try not to squirm as his fingers flick and tickle my tingling clit, and he teases me mercilessly, bringing me closer and closer to climax but never letting me come.
I close my eyes and grit my teeth, determined not to beg. I'm concentrating so hard on keeping quiet that I jump when the receptionist announces the doctor is ready for us.
She's standing right in front of us, her gaze fixed on my crotch as David takes his hand away. Red-faced, I follow David down the hall, too embarrassed to look at her.
She leads us to an exam-room dominated by a gynecologist's chair that's right in the center of the room. "She'll need to remove her top and skirt for the exam. Doctor would like her in the chair first. The nurse will be here in a moment."
I know now that David has some sort of game planned and the butterflies begin fluttering their wings in my stomach. "You heard her," he says, and there's a hint of warning in his voice.
He's shared me before, but always at home with an acquaintance, someone I've met before.
My mouth is dry as I pull my T-shirt off and then step out of my skirt. I'm about to slip off my stockings when the receptionist interrupts. "Just your top and skirt," she says sweetly, devouring me with her eyes. "Doctor is very particular. The nurse will be here in a minute."
She leans in the open doorway, openly staring as I stand there in just my fishnets and high red heels. David slips behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and I blush brick red as he begins nuzzling my shoulder. His hands slide up to cup and squeeze my breasts, and the receptionist is almost drooling as he begins playing with my nipples.
I'm beyond wet as David puts on a show for the receptionist. My thighs are soaked and I half expect to see a puddle on the floor between my legs. He keeps my pussy shaved bare and when he slides a hand between legs and gently parts the lips with his fingers, the receptionist can see everything. "Open your legs," he murmurs, and I manage to obey, though I can't quite breathe. One hand toys with a nipple as the other finds my aching clit. "Do you need to come, slut?"
"Yes, sir," I groan, trying not to thrust my crotch against his teasing fingers. He's never tortured me for so long without letting me come, and I'm dizzy with the need for release.
"Well, I think you need to learn to wait for your pleasure," he says. "I think I've been very lax with you, allowing you to come so often." He pinches my clit and I'm a heartbeat from coming. "I think you've turned into a horny little slut who lives to have her pussy pleasured. What are we going to do about that?"
"Whatever you desire, Master," I gasp. He pinches my nipple hard and I groan, and then sob as he traces my clit with one fingernail. "Anything to please you, sir."
