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."
I'm ready to beg him to let me come when a young man in white appears in the doorway. "Time for your exam," he announces cheerfully. "Let's get you in the chair, dear. Doctor will be here in a minute."
Shivering with frustration and humiliation, I slip into the exam chair. "Feet in the stirrups, please," the male nurse says, and I obey out of habit, though it's hard to manage the stirrups in four-inch heels.
I almost don't notice when he fastens the cuffs around my ankles. Before I can protest, he's cuffed my wrists to the arms of the exam chair.
He pushes a lever on the side of the chair and I'm almost lying flat with my legs up in the air. Whistling tunelessly, he slips between my legs and adjusts the stirrups until my legs are spread as wide as they'll go and my heels are pointing toward the ceiling.
He slips a cushion under my hips, lifting them a few inches off the seat, then slips another cushion under shoulders and a third under my head. Next he fastens a wide strap across my throat and pulls it snug. I'm staring him right in the crotch. His erection is impressive enough that it takes me a minute or two to realize I'm at exactly the right height for sucking cock.
He turns the chair so my splayed legs are pointing toward the open door, then he gives my nipples a little pinch and winks at me. "I'll tell Doctor you're ready for him," he says, and disappears.
I discover quickly enough that I can't move except to squirm a little in the chair. I'm spread wide open, my bare bottom and dripping cunt visible to anyone who walks by.
I hear giggles from the hallway and the small part of me that doesn't want to be fucked into next week wants to sink through the floor and disappear.
It's a very small part, though, and it's shrinking as rapidly as my frustration is growing.
So I try not to squirm as I sense – I can't see anything but the ceiling, at this point – the audience gathering for my next performance. I'm not a natural exhibitionist, but with David as a teacher, I'm slowly learning to enjoy being displayed. And it's not like I have a choice, just at the moment.
A minute or two later, a baritone voice booms, "I'm Dr. Thomas. What seems to be the problem today?"
Finally, I think, and my pussy actually twitches in anticipation.
"It's my girlfriend, Doctor," David says plaintively. "No matter what I do, she's always horny. I can't keep up with her."
"Let's have a look," the doctor says smoothly, and I can just imagine him winking at the audience.
He and the nurse turn the chair so that I'm visible in profile to the handful of men and women gathered in the open doorway. He slips around so that he's standing at my head. "We'll start with a breast exam," he announces, and I can't hold back a gasp as he cups my flesh in big, warm hands. "Very nice," he murmurs, hefting them slightly in his hands. "Just lovely."
