I open the door and politely usher you into the room, as if you’re simply here for a routine check up and not the kinky game you’ve signed up for. I’m wearing heels and a crisp white lab coat, with no clue as to what may be underneath.
I ask you to strip down to your underwear and lie on the examination table. I sit on a nearby chair and watch you.
You slowly and self-consciously take off your clothes one by one and make a neat pile on another chair. You shuffle onto the bed and lie down. All of a sudden you don’t know what to do with your hands. After nervously twiddling your fingers over your stomach, you let them rest down by your sides.
to experience the ministrations of the caring dominant, go to Story A
if you’d prefer to be the subject of an experiment by the sadistic scientist, go to story B
Story A: the caring dominant
I walk over to the table and reach below it where I find soft fabric ties. I wrap one first round your left wrist, then over your hips, round the other wrist, and secure it below the table. Another tie under your arms and over your chest. I gently move your feet to opposite sides of the table and tie your ankles to the corners.I slowly stroke one finger along your leg from ankle to knee, to hip and then over your stomach to your neck. You haven’t noticed that I have a further piece of cloth in my other hand until I wrap it over your eyes and secure the blindfold. You suddenly feel my breath at your ear, and I whisper that I am looking after you now. That there’s nothing to worry about.
You hear the click of my heels receding from the examination table, followed by the shuffling and clinking of objects on the other side of the room. Silence again, broken by my footsteps returning to your side. You wait for something to happen, trying to feel a change in the air. The suede falls of a flogger make you jump as they first gently brush your nipples, and are then dragged down your abdomen and along one leg to your toes. I stroke the length of your body with the flogger again and again, the gentle rhythm slowly allowing you to relax..
Next is the stark contrast of a spike of a Wartenburg pinwheel against your thigh.I roll it slowly from thigh to hip, and further up past your waist and over first one nipple and then the other. The spikes are intense but not painful. I return to the flogger, but this time the strokes gradually morph into light flicks against your skin. Heavier impacts thud against your chest and thighs. I discard the flogger and use my fingers to stroke your tingling skin.
My hand reaches into your underwear and I start to touch you, slowly at first but then building up a rhythm. I lightly pinch your nipples. When you are close to orgasm, I slow my pace and whisper to you
‘Do you want to come for me?’
‘Yes.’ Your reply is breathless.
‘Ask me. Say ‘please may I come for you?”
You ask me, so polite and plaintive, that I am compelled to agree. I continue to play with your nipples as I push you over the edge, your body straining against your ties.
‘You’ve done so well.’ I whisper into your ear.
Story B: the sadist scientist
I walk over to the table with several bundles of rope, which I place onto your stomach. Taking and unwrapping one of the bundles, I quickly wrap your left ankle and secure it to the corner of the bed. Another bundle of rope secures your right ankle to the other corner. I pick up both of your hands in what seems to be a tender gesture until I cross your forearms in front of you and harshly bind your wrists with another length of rope. Once secured, I use the rope to swing your hands up and over your head and then tie them to the top of the bed. You are now stretched out. Exposed and vulnerable.
There is one bundle of rope left. I drape it across your waist and then walk round the bed to secure it tightly, pinning you down to the leather surface. You try to take a deep breath to calm yourself but with your hands above your head and the tight rope cutting in just below your ribs, the only breath you can manage is shallow.
I reach down into the pocket of my lab coat and bring out a pair of clover clamps. With a sadistic grin, I pinch one of your nipples and hold it out so the clamp can bite down onto the tender flesh. You gasp, and the rope cuts in harder. As the initial sting of pain subsides, I work on the other nipple and add the second clamp. As you grit your teeth and look up at me with pleading eyes, I smile and reach under the bed.
You watch as I brandish the rubber paddle with sheer delight. Too quickly for you to steel yourself against the impact, I bring it down sharply onto your thigh. I hit you again. And again. Too hard to enjoy. Too fast to process. Targeting both thighs, but not quite alternating, so you can’t anticipate the next target. You feel the sting of tears in your eyes. I smile at you and carry on. A little harder now that I know you’re distressed? Maybe.
I drop the paddle and roughly shove one hand down the front of your underwear. You’re already turned on and I waste no time bringing you closer to orgasm. I stop suddenly and ask you to beg.
‘Please may I come?’ you whisper.
I laugh. ‘Not for that… for this’ and that’s when I hold up the electro wand.
‘Please…’
…because you don’t know what else to say. I bring the wand down onto one of your reddened thighs and you hear and feel a sharp crack of electricity on tender skin. You yelp in surprise and pain. As one of my hands returns to your underwear, I start to alternate between bringing you to the edge of orgasm, and flurries of stinging zaps. Your wrists and ankles burn as you use all your strength to pull your limbs inwards. Your clamped nipples feel like they’re on fire. You plead and beg but you’re not quite sure what for. The tears flow freely now, and as I finally let you tip over the edge your whole body tenses against your restraints. I gently wipe the sweat from your forehead. The experiment is complete.
