The doctorI was on my way to the doctor. Not that there was anything wrong with me, you will understand faithful reader that I am fairly healthy. Fit too, I like doing a fair few sports. Sport is a good way to have fun and keep fit and well at the same time. Anyway, I am diverging here, I was on my way to the doctor not for her to see me but for me to see to her. Her was a doctor of a certain age already, a mother I’d like to fuck or milf if it wasn’t for the fact that she didn’t have k**s. She had a husband though so some might say she wasn’t very faithful but I don’t see it like that. She loved her husband and he was her partner, for and in life. What she was doing with me was just another sort of sport. Not one she would have done with her husband. You want your husband or wife for intimate moments, for support, for sharing things in life. You don’t want him or her to dominate you or to submit to you. I am not very old fashioned, you see, when it comes to relationships, I am rather for equality between partners. It is necessary for a person self-esteem. Yet, you are going to say, I always write about domination and submission in my stories. That is because for me that is just another sport. Something you do with someone in a particular set-up and is contain within that. When you come quite close to someone at rugby and bash him up you do so during the match. When the match is over there would be no question of you carrying on doing the same. It is the same with my subs, although it is not constrained to eighty minutes you will understand. So there it was that I was going to the doctor, not because I had a wart on my dick or any other doubtful decease but because of late she had become, or maybe was becoming, my submissive. I was feeling the condom in my pocket and instead of the doctor lecturing the client it was going to be the client showing the doctor a particular way of using a condom. That’s because this condom had already been used one. You know the joke: a condom can be used three times, once one way, then inside out, then as chewing gum… Well she was going to combine the last two in a sense. As a doctor she doesn’t have much time with each patient so although it was doable at a push it was not the best place to fuck her doing visits at the surgery. On the other hand a quick visit to make sure she was wearing what she was told to or that she was taking care of her intimate places as requested was perfectly fitting. Many a time I paid her a visit to make sure she kept her pussy well trimmed and more importantly her ass clean. I didn’t train her to be my anal toy to then go on carrying her dirty and smelly bum. She was used to me turning up and instructing her to bend over her desk, arch her back and spread her cheeks so I could smell her bum and make sure it had been cleaned. It was very humiliating for her, as she was a strong headed woman, but unfortunately a finger slid between her intimate lips would also revealed that she was massively turned on by it. However much she complained pointing out to her how wet it made her was enough to remind her of her place. There was no much she could deny then, betrayed by her own body…It at all began for her at a ceilidh, a traditional Scottish dancing event. It doesn’t have to be purely dancing, as it can also be listening to music or poetry or stories, but as an organised event in a big city like Edinburgh it is normally purely for dancing. Well, that and meeting people. In that case I knew her already as she is a friend of my partner and the four of us, her husband, my partner, her and myself went to that ceilidh together. A ceilidh is a good place to dance with various people, not just your partner, so I had the opportunity to dance with her too, it would have been rude not to in fact. So there it was dancing a Canadian Barn dance, a couple dance, that having my hand on her lower back, maybe slightly lower than tuzla eve gelen escort necessary, but this sort of things happen when dancing, I felt through the fabric of the dress she was wearing the elasticated band of her suspenders, or garter belt for our American friends. Now what is more arousing than knowing a woman is wearing stocking? And please don’t say a man… She must have felt that I had my hand on it as she is a highly strung woman and I could feel her stiffen slightly. She also look at me with an embarrassing half smile, clearly not sure whether she should say something or not, but chose to say nothing in the end. I smiled back at her but said nothing at the time. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves seating beside each other in the pews surrounding the dance floor while our respective partners went dancing again. She was seated beside me with her knees together which I now knew were dressed in stockings rather tights. I put my hand on her thigh rather high up were I suspected the stocking was finishing and the suspender strap would be, pulling it up. It was a good guess as I could clearly feel it and as I did so I could feel her tense up with her back straightening which had for effect to push her chest out. Not that it was what she planned to do but that was appreciated nonetheless. Passed the initial surprise instead of telling me off or moving away she opened up her legs slightly, although she wasn’t looking at me but was looking straight as if to pretend that nothing was happening. I told her it was nice to know some women still knew how to dress properly while I was still rubbing her leg. She thanked me for saying so but I could tell that she was torn between liking the compliment and my hand where it was and at the same time being very uncomfortable by this happening in public, even so nobody could see it. Knowing she wasn’t working on Mondays I suggested her she come to mine then so we could discuss fashion in more details and although she hesitated a bit she did accept. I don’t think the hard-on improved my dancing for the rest of the evening but there are some discomfort a man has to sustain sometimes to please a lady…The Monday could not have come early enough but it did come. She knocked on my door mid-morning and I was delighted to see she was wearing a dress, what could only be stockings and boots. It was obvious she was not used to do something like that as she was very nervous. Her cheeks were fairly red and she was speaking in very short bursts interspersed with nervous laughter. To calm her down I had recourse to this great British tradition of offering her a cup of tea. That worked to a good extend as it quieted her a bit. Mind you, she was still talking a fair bit, still nervously so, so I sat on her left on the settee and while I place my right arm on the top on the settee back rest, hence turning toward her, I place my left hand on her leg and slid it all the way up below her dress. It was stockings she was wearing, know I had confirmation, and I carried on with my hand until my fingers met her knickers. I could feel they were laced ones and rubbing my index up and down I could feel they also were very wet. That had the very effect of terminating her incessant chatter and she started to breath more heavily, almost instantly. She also slid down a bit as she opened her legs giving me more access to her by now very, very wet pussy. She clearly had been waiting for this for a long time. I seized her firmly by the neck with my right hand while still pleasuring her with my left and instructed her to finish her tea. I wanted to know how she would react to me taking charge and complied without a itch, now panting and gulping her tea as best she could but never complaining. That’s all I wanted to know before I directed her to the bedroom. Sometimes you don’t need lengthy conversations to find out someone tuzla otele gelen escort is submissive. You won’t know to which extent they are but, unless they are experienced, nether will they and it is up to you to get this side of them out in the open. Up in the bedroom I made her kneel in front of me, unzip my trousers and got my dick out. As you can imagine it was already very hard. She was transfixed by it. Her eyes went very wide, her mouth opened in astonishment without her realising it. I could have asked her if she was impressed but that would have been both pretentious and incorrect. As much as I think my cock is not small it is also not huge. As I like to say, just the right size for a tight ass! The astonishment she was feeling was more about the situation she found herself in than anything else. Nobody had probably waived his dick in front of her face before. If her husband did once upon the time my guess was that with life daily routines this wasn’t happening any more and hadn’t for a very long time, again, if ever. In any case I was pleased to see her mesmerized in such a way and I took advantage of it by pushing myself into her mouth. Instinctively she put her hands up on my hips to prevent me pushing in too deep but I told it wasn’t how it was working and to put her hands in her back. I explained to her how to do it, to suck on it as if it was a straw and to move her head in and out, sucking on the way out. She tried hard but as it was to be expected she struggled with how deep she could take me in. I don’t expect someone to instantly know how to deep throat and I more happy to teach them. I told her she was doing well, all the right things, but to take me in deeper. She tried but didn’t do anything much different so I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her in. Of course she gagged and her hands flew out from her back and tried to push herself away from this gagging implement by pushing on my hips again. I told her not to do so again but to no avail. As soon as I was pushing her head further in the hand would fly out. She needed something else to concentrate on so I took her glasses away and started again but this time when her hands flew out toward my hips I withdraw myself and slapped her with my hand slightly cupped so as to not physically harm her while shocking her at the same time. Before she could recover I pushed myself back in her mouth and started all over again. After repeating the process about three times it started to pay dividends. The hands would still fly out but they would not go as far as reaching my hips. Flying is probably the right word as she would end up doing rotating movements with her arms out while her instinct would tell her to push herself out but her brain was telling her that to do so would be painful too. In the meantime she was taking me in deeper and deeper and was starting to drool heavily. That was good progress but I wasn’t telling her in such a way, I was pressing her to improve, to be a good bitch, not to be such a wimp. Eventually I decided to take a different tack and raised her up. Commanded her to remove her dress and found her wearing just her black underwear, bra, thong, suspenders, stockings and still her black boots. I directed her to the bed where she laid on her back with her head of it on the side why I tied her wrists to head and foot boards, effectively spear eagling her. With her head being off the bed she found herself with her throat very opened. I presented myself in front of her and pushed my dick in her mouth again. This time there was no way for her to go so I proceeded in ramming her gently. I could feel when I was going too far as she would arch her back so her tummy would rise from the bed as she was trying to subtract herself from the invading rod but had nowhere to go. I could feel she was getting more used to it though and I could go deeper and deeper. tuzla sınırsız escort I put both hands on her hips forcing her down sometimes. If she was doing well I would also caress her pussy and feel her twist under the pleasure. She wasn’t going to become a deep throat expert overnight but she certainly had made a huge progress already. I congratulated her and called her a good bitch, a proper slut in the making, all the while having my finger in her pussy and giving her pleasure. It was time to use her properly though so I took her down to the bathroom for her enema. As you know well I like a clean bum and I am certainly not into s**t so before a sodomy an enema is usually “de rigueur”. It was also time for her to get rid of that tea. As a doctor she used to look at people intimate part and do any inspection required but being the subject was a new experience for her. Having to pee in front of me in a bucket brought some colour to her cheeks again, and that wasn’t through slapping, but that was nothing compared to having to kneel on all four and a probe inserted in your colon. The chatter had started again and I let her speak not really listening to her. She wasn’t really saying anything, just expressing her fears by talking nervously. She took her two enemas like a good girl. One with milk and one with soap. I like giving a milky one first as it mask any unpleasantness that can be lurking in there when it is flushed out. She obediently emptied herself the bucket and I humiliated her some more by wiping her back side clean for her before she had to empty the bucket in the toilets. Finally I washed her crack with soap and water from the sink. When I say I like a clean butt I do. She was now ready for her sodomy and Oh! Joy! It was to be her first one. I don’t know for you but that is definitely a cherry I like to pop. Seeing and feeling the person, edging from pain to surprise to pleasure is very arousing and satisfying. And she was no different from others in that regard. Her discomfort quickly receded to give place to an intense and very vocal orgasm. She was now hooked on anal sex and at the same time gave me plenty of munitions to humiliate her. I had just got myself another anal play toy!Of course I duly took her pussy too and over the course of the following weeks I trained her to be my good little slut. This was never spoken out as such but she slipped into her submissive role very naturally and that day, me going to the doctor with a used condom in my pocket was just part of that training. Booking at the surgery is done via secretaries so the doctor doesn’t have any idea of who he or she is meeting until the last moment. This suited me fine as it meant she had no way of knowing when I would turn up, more or less until she had to call me in the waiting room. I had done this before by now so although she had no idea I was coming it wasn’t a huge surprise either. In fact she thought I was coming to check her cleanliness as I done in the past and after locking the door she automatically bent over her desk, pulled her skirt over her hips, her thongs down and spread her cheek. I smiled at that and didn’t bother to bend to check her. I told her I wasn’t here for that today and that I wanted her to taste my cum. She complained she would not have time to do so among her busy schedule which I dismissed as I knew that fair well and at this point I pulled out the used condom from my pocket and was dangling it, for her to see, by the base. Half way through the now elongated condom was a knot and after the know the tip of it was clearly full of what used condoms are normally filled with. She was instructed to bring me some scissors and kneel in front of me. Seizing the condom under the knot I cut the top part of it and placed it on her desk. She could get rid of it later. For now I pulled her head back and up ended the rest of the condom into her mouth, leaving its content to flow into her mouth. I had to call her a few names but she did swallow and I then gave her the condom to chew on. I called her a good girl and patted her on the head, smiled watching her chewing a very special kind of gum and left her to it and her next client. All in all a very pleasant visit to the doctor.