We both hurry β there is scant time before I have to operate on my next patient and there is something I want to show you β a new operating table just came in. As we push open the door to OR2, you see it in the middle of the room. Beautiful β stainless steel with individual platforms for each of your limbs. A solid centerpiece upon which to rest your torso and a nice platform for which to lay your head. No pillows β just the cold hard stainless steel.
Knowing that we still have an hour, I tell you to disrobe. You donβt want to, knowing that anyone could come in at any time β but you fear my wrath if you disobey me. Sexy you, unbuttoning one button at a time as if you were a cheap downtown stripper, I snap at you. βHURRY UP!β βWE HAVENβT GOT ALL DAY!β βGET THOSE CLOTHES OFF β NOW!β
Shaking fingers just slow up the process and, while Iβm sorely tempted to just rip your uniform off you, I do have to common sense to weigh the consequences. Soon you are nude. Except for your thigh-high stockings and comfortable platform nurses shoes.
I motion you toward the table β you know what I want β without asking. You position your firm butt against the table edge and lie back. At first, the cold of the stainless steel raises goose bumps all over, especially your aureole and nipples. Your aureole crinkle β those silver dollar size brown platforms upon which your huge nipples lie. As the table warms to your body, some of the goose bumps go away.
Adjusting the various platforms for your limbs and head takes only seconds β it is the strapping down that takes longer. For each leg, there are several clamps β stainless steel at first with Velcro to lock them in place. Clamps for above the knee and just below your pussy. Clamps for just below the knee and at the ankle.