Doctor, doctor
I was telling Maestro a few days ago that I missed Military Maestro, the sexy rebel commander who punished me when I disobeyed him. His punishment involved spanking me with my riding crop, flogger, and paddle … and fucking my pussy and ass for days on end. (Ten years ago I worked in the aerospace and defense industry and since then I’ve had a thing for men in military uniforms.) Well, after rummaging around in his closet, he reappeared. Not with his military uniform, but with a doctor’s white lab coat. “You’re choice,” he said, “military or doctor.” Well, as much as I still masturbate thinking of my military punishment, I am a sucker for something new. And I couldn’t resist an appointment with Dr. Maestro.
Dr. Maestro was conducting an experiment. He told me I needed to strip naked, and allow him to tie my wrists and ankles to the bed, spreadeagled, and wear a blindfold. I wasn’t allowed to observe him at work. Would I consent to being his test subject? He told me his research would be used to help women achieve better orgasms, but he needed help from women like me. I agreed instantly. He was so kind and thoughtful, showing me the ties he would use to bind me and letting me select my blindfold. And handsome. He seduced me with his big beautiful amber eyes and soft gentle voice. Plus I swear I detected a slight bulge in his pants as he ran my hand over his silk ties.
I placed my clothes by the bedside and positioned myself in the middle of the bed. The room was a bit cool, but he reassured me I would be very warm soon enough. “I must blindfold you now. It is important that you don’t see my … research instruments. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Dr. Maestro,” I responded obediently. I tried to relax as he slipped the black blindfold over my head. He pulled my wrists to the corners of the headboard and secured them with silk ties. There was enough slack to move my arms for comfort, and to grip the sheets. Next he tied my ankles to the corners with soft pink rope. He secured them tighter so my legs were spread wide open, leaving me bare and exposed. A cool breeze from the window tickled my pussy as I squirmed on the sheets, nervous about the next step in his experiment. He opened his case and withdrew a number of instruments, placing them by the bedside. The floorboards creaked as he stepped toward me.
The small flat surface of the riding crops whistled down on my hard nipples. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! “Oooohhh! Oooohhhh, hhhhmmm!” I arched my back, shocked by the sharp stings on such a sensitive area, but wanting more. Dr. Maestro continued spanking me down my belly. I jerked my hips in anticipation of a little spanking on my clit and pussy, but he paused, running the tip of the riding crop up from my ankles to my inner thighs. Then he spanked my soft sensitive skin just inches from my wet pussy. He spanked both sides, increasing the tempo and location until my inner thighs felt pink and inflamed. As the stinging pain turned to pleasure, I tried to squeeze my legs together, pulling hard against my ankle restraints.
“Oh yes Marie. As expected. You want to squeeze your legs together now,” Dr. Maestro observed, positioning himself now at the foot of the bed. He used the edge of the riding crop to inch my labia apart, revealing my shiny pink clit and wet pussy. “Hmmm,” he noted. “Already aroused. Well, now we enter the next phase of the experiment.” I moaned and gripped the sheets. What else did the Dr. have planned for me?
“So now we work on stimulating your genitals,” he announced, as he tapped the riding crop against my clit – light, gentle taps to start. The foot of the bed sunk beneath his weight. I could feel him between my legs. He spanked my pussy now, harder rhythmic spanks over my clit, pussy and tender inner thighs. I pushed my hips up and around, lasciviously rubbing up against the riding crop as it reigned down on me. “Mmm, yes, our subject is very aroused now. Close to orgasm, I believe,” Dr. Maestro purred, his breath whistling near my ears, his soft curly hair tickling my face.
He took the flat edge of the riding crop and pushed it against my pussy. Hard. “Oooohhhhh, yyyee … yessss!!” Over and over he pushed the crop against my pussy then released. My ankles strained against the pink rope, the headboard rattled every time I pulled my wrists. I felt an orgasm welling up deep inside my pussy. “Please Dr. … oooohhhh …” Dr. Maestro relented and rubbed the riding crop against my clit, then down to my pussy and back up again. He masturbated me with the riding crop until I had a huge clit orgasm. “Fuckkkk … YES … Don’t stop please, oh my clit, oh my fucking clit … MORE!!” My body jerked against the riding crop, sending me off to more orgasmic waves thundering over my body.
I didn’t hear Dr. Maestro drop the riding crop on the table. While I was riding the last waves from my clit orgasm, he shoved two fingers in my wet pussy, expertly locating my g-spot. “I believe I can make you cum again, Marie. Just like this!” He pressed his fingers side-to-side, then in circles with increasing pressure. I arched my back and tossed my head back, my entire body clenching, before an enormous release of energy spurted from my pussy. This was a different orgasm from the last one, from my clit. Dr. Maestro found the spot that sent energy currents from my pussy to my brain. I thrashed against the restraints from his relentless finger fucking, squeezing his fingers with every thrust. I felt pressure against my puckered asshole – he was pushing two fingers from his other hand into my ass. “Do you have another orgasm for me? One more? An anal orgasm?”
“YES … oh fuck oh fuck oooohhhhhh my ass!” I was full, oh so full from his fingers. As he slid two fingers out of my pussy, he jammed three fingers deep in my ass. I was exhausted from cumming, but another orgasm rolled over me as he rotated his fingers in my ass. I panted, barely able to speak as he spread my asshole with his long, delicate fingers.
“Oh yes, Marie, like that. What a good subject. Yes, look at your nice stretched out asshole. I’m sure you could accept a thick cock now if you wanted.” He paused, removing my blindfold. “But that’s another experiment,” he whispered in my ear, my body still trembling from an anal orgasm. “To examine your gaping asshole.” He slowly withdrew his fingers from my pussy and asshole, holding them up to me as evidence. “You were a most compliant subject, Marie. Very cooperative. Your participation will help my research into female orgasms.”
“Oh … thank … thank you Dr. Maestro,” I stammered. My muscles ached. I didn’t even feel him lifting my arms and legs to remove my restraints. They felt weighed down with bags of cement. He caressed my arms, legs, breasts and belly with a light fragrant lavender oil, slowly bringing them back to life.
“You may rest here for a while, Marie. You need time to recover.” Dr. Maestro paused, “And when you are ready, let’s discuss the next phase of the research.
