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His attitude changed a bit, more authoritative. He told me to come over and sit down on a stool. We use them in the examination rooms for the doctors or family to sit on. I did as he asked, crossing one leg over the other, showing the tops of my stocking from under the hem of the uniform.
He then pulled out a black doctor’s bag and set it on the bed. He asked if I was ready to be controlled and dominated. I said yes, but wondered if I had said the right thing.
He opened the bag, reached in, and pulled out a bundle of white rope. I almost went into shock when I got to know what was it. I just sat there and watch him go to work. For a moment, I couldn’t move or think. That was all he needed, I didn’t know if this was right. He reminded me that, by my own words, he was in control, and that I was to do as he said. He wound rope around my knees and tied the ends tight. Another rope was wound tightly around my chest and arms, keeping them from moving.
He pulled out a pad and roll of surgical tape. I struggled in my ropes, trying to free myself. But he knew what he was doing, for all the ropes were too tight. He came back over to me. I said to him that this wasn’t what I had in mind, and that he should release me so I could show him. He chuckled and said that this is what he wanted, and that soon I would learn to enjoy it too.
He said that slaves were meant to be seen and admired, not heard. He then shoved the pad into my mouth. Before I could spit it out, he placed a long strip of the wide tape over my lips. Two more strips over to keep it in there.
He sat down in a chair and watched me struggle in my ropes. At first, I was mad at the bastard. How dare he tie me up and gag me, especially since I did all of this for him. But as the moments went on, I noticed the huge lump in his pants, and how turned on it was making him. Before I knew it, I was getting hot between my legs, just waiting for what he was going to do next.
He then began to talk to me, telling me why we were doing this. He told me that for years he has a recurring fantasy. Ever since med school, he has wanted to place a beautiful nurse in bondage, and do what he wanted to with her for hours, even days. To drive her wild with passion and lust, giving her orgasm after orgasm, then to use her for his own pleasure. Tonight, I would help him fulfill that fantasy. He then sat in silence, watching me writhe in my bonds. His plan was working on me.
After several minutes, he untied my ankles and legs, and led me over to a recovery bed. He untied the rope around my arms and my hands tied, but kept ted to throw my arms around him and screw him on the spot. But I stood at attention as he walked around me looking over my lingerie covered body.
He then ordered me to kneel in the center of the bed. I did as he said. He then pulled my arms through a pullup bar. A pullup bar is a metal triangle that hangs over a bed so patients can pull themselves up to a sitting position. With my arms through the triangle up to my shoulders, he tied my wrists together and tied rope around my elbows, pulling them close together.
He then made me spread my knees apart, but crossed my legs at the ankles. He tied my ankles together tightly, crisscrossing the rope around them and my heels. He then tied my knees to the bed rails to keep them held wide apart. Thus, I became very immobile, and slightly uncomfortable, but plenty open and available for whatever he wanted to do.
He removed the tape from my mouth and pulled the pad out. Before I could say a word, he again gagged me by shoving a knotted cloth between my lips and tying the ends behind my head. I again had to struggle in my ropes in silence.
I found myself getting more and more excited. I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter by the moment. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I knew that sooner or later, he would have his pleasure on me and fuck my brains out. The anticipation of when it would happen just made me more excited. He was right, I was learning to enjoy it. In fact, I was loving it.
For several minutes, he again watched me struggle. I couldn’t move much, and I could only grunt and moan through my gag. He was getting really turned now, for the lump in his pants was growing even bigger.
He then came over to me and slowly caressed my body all over. His hands were wonderful, sending chills throughout my body. Then, with a flick of his fingers, he unhitched the hook on the front of my bra and slowly pulled it behind me, pressed my tits for some time, holding, caressing, squeezing and pinching them. Now I was really turned on, and wanted to come so bad.
He then slowly untied my body, but again kept my mouth gagged. My arms were aching a bit, but it didn’t matter. My crotch was wet, and I was hot.
He took me over to an examination table, and made my lay on my back. The head was elevated slightly, and there was a pillow for my head. He looped a long length of rope under the table, then, with my hands at my sides, he looped the cord around my wrists, then wrapped the rope over my body. The rope went around me and the table three times before being tied off. Each time it went around, my wrists were looped and knotted.
He slowly reached up and pulled my soaked panty. Lee pulled something out of his bag, then came up to me, holding a wide black strap in his hand. He showed it to me. It had a small flesh colored thing on the one side that looked like a man’s penis. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I soon found out. He told me it was a penis gag as he pulled the cloth gag from my mouth, shoved the penis gag between my lips, and strapped the thing behind my head. It felt like a penis, and I immediately started to suck on it like it was a hard cock between my lips, about to come.
What he did then really surprised me. He went and put on a surgical gown and mask, and a pair of rubber gloves. At first, I thought he was going to operate on me or something. But then I realized, I was about to get the most erotic examination of my life.
He started with a thermometer. Instead of my mouth, he put it in my wet pussy. He held it there, while slowly playing with my pubic hair. He played it straight, while he was getting me really hot in the process.
After my temperature was taken, he next proceeded to give me a breast exam, listen to my heart beat (which was going a mile a minute), then my pussy, which he said was calling for relief.
Then finally he decided to probe me. First, he shoved one then two fingers up into my cunt, moving them around and me with them. I started moaning like a slut, squirming around as much as I could. He then greases up a finger, and shoved it up my ass. I felt so wild, especially when he then played with my clit at the same time. I came within a minute, screaming like I was dying. My muffled scream seemed to please him, for he said he had found the problem.
When I had finished, he pulled off the gloves. He then raised the head of the table, so I was sitting at a 45 degree angle. He played with my tits for a minute, getting me excited and horny all over again. I continued to suck on the plastic cock, wishing it were Lee’s real dick between my lips.
Again he probed my clit with his fingers, to find the right spot he said. He then moved down between my legs, pulled his mask down and dove in to eat out my pussy. He started out fast, getting me going. His tongue flicked over my clit and plunged deep into me. He sucked on my clit, and lapped up my juices.
Then, just when I was about to come again, he slowed down, knowing just how far to push me until I couldn’t hold back. After a minute, he sped up again, getting me back to a climax level and holding me there. Again and again he did this. I thought I was going to die. I moaned and groaned, and the sweat poured from my body. But he just kept doing it.
At last, he took pity on me, attacked my swollen clit and brought me off. After having it deprived for so long, I exploded into the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life. I kept coming and coming, while Lee just kept lapping me up.
When I was finally done, and I thought I could take no more, he stopped and let the head of the table down, then pull the penis gag from my mouth. I laid there for a few minutes, breathing very heavy. He let me rest before we moved on to the final act of his fantasy.
Lee untied me from the table and led me back to the recovery bed. There, I laid flat on my back as he went to work. He pulled the bed rails up into the locked position. He then tied my right wrist to the bottom rail with rope. My left wrist was tied on the opposite rail. He tied a rope around my waist, then the ends were tied to the rails, to keep me from moving very much.
I figured he would do the same with my legs as with my arms, but he added a twist. My legs were spread and my feet were fed between the bars of the rail so that they were tied to the top rail on the outside of the bed. Thus my legs were up again, but spread wider that they would be on the inside of the bed.
Then the gag, but with a twist again. He placed a wadded cloth into my mouth. Then, over my mouth, he placed an oxygen mask and taped it in place. The tank just had air in it, which he opened the valve of the tank just a crack, so I had a fresh supply of air to breath. The wadded cloth was the real gag, the mask just helped to hold it there, plus add a different look.
He then turned off all the lights in the office. He then turned on the examination light that was hovering over me. I couldn’t see a thing outside the shaft of light, while the light didn’t leave a single area of me uncovered.
I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was standing there, watching me squirm in my bounds. It was driving me nuts, for I knew that sooner or later, he would plunge his hard shaft deep into my wanting cunt. I wanted him, like I never wanted anyone before. My moans and groans pleaded with him, and my squirming body called out to him. But he still didn’t show himself.
Just when I couldn’t stand it anymore, he appeared in the light, stripped naked, with his hard manhood standing before him. I looked it was bigger than the other times, and it seemed to be pulsating with power.
He said not a word, but climbed on the bed, positioned himself over me, and rammed his cock deep into my hot juicy cunt. I gasped as he slammed it in, then moaned with each hard, fast, deep stroke he plunged into me. He worked like a machine, each stroke was just as hard and deep as the last, with a perfect ual rhythm.
He pumped like crazy, slamming his hips against mine. I built to a climax, hoping he would explode at the same time. I came hard, moaning loudly into the mask, and my whole body tensing up with the thrill of my orgasm. Every part of me tingled, from my bound hands to my roped feet, especially my well stuffed cunt. It was even better than before.
Lee didn’t miss a beat. He just continued to ram into me, his hard shaft filling me with each stroke. He continued for a few more minute before I knew he was about to shoot. He made a soft moan, closed his eyes, and gave one final thrust into me, forcing himself in as deep as he could. His hot come shot into me, filling me up with jism coming and coming.
At last, his balls were drained and he slid out of me. He left the shaft of light on me for a few minutes while recovered. He then returned and untied my drained body from the bed, and removed the mask from my face.
He asked me if I enjoyed his fantasy as much as he did. I truly did, and told him so. To show how much, I pushed him down on the bed, opened his pants, pulled out his cock, and started to suck him off. The penis gag had made me want his cock in my mouth all night. He was hard instantly, and within ten minutes, he was shooting another load of jism down my throat.
I was allowed to dress again. We talked for a few minutes, and I told him how exciting the night had been. I asked him where he had gotten the ideas for all the position from. He smiled and pulled out a magazine. It was filled with women tied in various positions in different settings.
One set showed two girls tied up on a hospital bed with lots of rope. One of them was kneeling on a bed with her arms through a pullup bar, just like I had. Another set of pictures showed a high heeled clad nurse tied with a mask taped to her face. The only difference between me and her was that she was still wearing her uniform, but her chest was exposed. Another scene showed her tied topless to an examination table, with her feet in the stirrups, like I was. Too bad Lee didn’t have a camera and take pictures of me. I would have like to see how I would have compared.
As I looked through the magazine, there were other photos that were just as exciting. One girl was tied spread eagle to a bed, with ropes on her waist, chest and legs to keep her from moving. The caption said she didn’t know why they tied her. I would like to try out a few of the one pictured here. I wanted to find out more, and try all sorts of things. But the night was getting late, and we figured we better leave. We kissed passionately, and he gave me a length of rope to remember the night by. I drove home a tired, but a satisfied and curious woman.
The next day, Lee and I met before work to talk about the prior night. We talked for about an hour. I told him how much I enjoyed the night before, and that I was curious to explore more about bondage. He told me that he really enjoyed the night before, and wanted to show me things, and try thing with me.
He then suggested that we spend the weekend together at his place. For the entire weekend, I would be in bondage. He could do whatever he wanted, however he wanted, whenever he wanted. He promised not to hurt me, nor do anything I didn’t want to. I quickly accepted the offer, but made a condition that I would do it so long as he would also take some pictures of me while I was tied up. I was really interested in seeing myself all tied up and immobile. Lee agreed, saying he had an instant camera and a video camera too, to get all the action on tape.
Well, that’s my . Today I have a bag all packed and ready to go, but there’s not much in it. Only a toothbrush, makeup, hair items, and lots of lingerie and high heels. Lee likes it when women wear those kinds of things. Of course, I’ll be wearing my nurse’s uniform too. So, I’m going to appeal to his desires. A whole weekend in bondage, at the hands of a handsome master. I can’t wait. Should make for another interesting .
