Luciana
M
y legs were splayed open and my bare feet were strapped into a pair of stirrups. I was strangely comfortable in this position, as none of my muscles were strained. I wore a flimsy hospital style gown and it left little to the imagination.
Tugging at the leather straps was like tugging at steel. They were thick, thicker than any restraint I'd ever seen before, resembling the old-school straps from early mental institutions.
Nothing short of Master Gabriel unbuckling the straps would free me.
I looked down the length of my body and stared at the gorgeous man at the end of the exam table. I fully expected him to be wearing a crisp lab coat but instead he had on black elbow length gloves and a black apron, looking more like a mad-scientist than a kinky doctor.
“Are you going to gag me as well?”
"It’s against the rules.” Doc traced a finger across my pussy lips and I moaned. “Besides, I want to hear every sound I pull from your mouth.”
“What's with those gloves?”
“You ask a lot of questions, and you've forgotten my title twice now.” He slapped his hand down on my mound three times in fast succession. The leather gloves stung but the sensation ramped up my arousal.
“Mother of pearl!” I struggled under the binds. “Sir!” I added with as much respect as one could while shouting.
“Interesting.” He picked up something out of my line of vision. “Pick a number between one and four.”
“I always seem to choose the wrong answer, Sir.” I relaxed against the table, though I had little choice.
“There is no wrong answer, just a place to start.” He slapped my mound again and I yelped.
“Two, Sir.”
“If you feel actual pain, Lucky, I want you to tell me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
An icy gel was spread near my clit. Something cold and solid pressed where the gel had been applied, and a rod slowly entered me in a place where nothing had ever been before. The steady intrusion kept me still but my mind raced. All those hours on the internet spent salivating over the curved metal rods didn’t hold a candle to the actual sensation. The rod twisted around, stretching me and causing a delicious burn. A loud, low moan fell out of my lips, followed by several strange sounds. I wouldn't believe such noises could come out of my mouth if I weren't actively making them. I mewed and panted while the rod was removed and inserted again. Doc breathed across my clit and then licked around the hood. The combination caused liquid to trickle down my thigh. He continued circling my clit, sucking on it, and occasionally twirling the metal rod inside of me slowly. He repeated it over and over before pulling the rod out completely. More gel spread under my clit, and another rod was inserted.
“Oh,” I breathed out slowly, loving the subtle twinge against my nerves that the wider rod provided. Soon the new sensations brought me to peak, way quicker than I expected.
“Sir!” I struggled against the binds even more. “I'm going to come, Sir.”
“Are you?”
The deliciously dark tone sent shivers down my spine.
No. He wouldn't,
I chided myself in my mind. Of course he would.
“Please?” Master Gabriel flicked my clit but all I could do was moan. “Please, Sir? May I come please?”
“Much better.”
Doc pushed the rod inside of my urethra a bit deeper, causing a powerful orgasm to roll over me. I came hard, so much harder than I typically did, but whether it was because my limbs were immobilized or from the unusual location of the metal object was anyone's guess.
I lay listless and drained against the bed, unable to express myself. The rod was removed after some time.
“Pick a number between one and three.” Master Gabriel stood next to me; his hand cupped around my chin. How much time had passed?
“Already?” I whispered up at him. “My nerves are still firing, Sir.”
“There are wicked implements on this side of the Castle. Much worse than anything I brought up to your room.” He smiled but it did little to ease my excited nerves. “Answer me. One, two, or three?”
“Two.” I played it safe with the same choice as before.
“Fantastic.”
He released my chin and returned to the bottom of the table. Doc seemed practically giddy but the thought turned me on even more instead of worrying me, for once. The same icy gel tickled my asshole and I clenched. It did nothing to stop the intrusion of his finger.
“Can I change the number, Sir?”
“Relax, Lucky.” He moved his finger in a bit deeper, stretching me and getting my tight pucker prepared for whatever was coming next.
A cold object pressed into me, thicker than the thermometer but not uncomfortable. It stroked the same nerves as the glass rod but it seemed to go further inside me. The instrument moved a bit deeper. I clenched around it, but I could do nothing to stop it.
Doc twisted the rod and slid it in and out of me. Each time, he brought me to the edge of a climax. He tapped on either side of the object, rocking my nerves. More gel squirted around and into my back hole while the rod spun in between his fingers.
“Oh, my freaking rod.” I squirmed. “Please let me come, Sir.”
He brought me up to the lip of the cliff over and over again. It was like I could peer just into the abyss, ready to hit my peak, before he would remove the rod completely. It would enter a little faster each time, and a just a bit deeper. I was heading toward a strong orgasm—probably my strongest yet, since every tiny nerve in my body seemed to be alive—when the rod was removed again.
“Sir.” I barely got out the word before the rod claimed my tight ring with the greatest intensity yet. It rocked my nerves higher than anything else I'd ever experienced and I screamed, thrashing against the table, unable to do anything other than enjoy pulsating wave after wave of pleasure.
I screamed his name, long and loud, a dizzying chorus until I had no breath left to scream.
“Sir,” I panted. It seemed way too difficult to say anything other than his title. “Too much.”
“What are your colors, Lucky?”
What the hell colors was he talking about? My head seemed as if it were floating out, detached from my body but I wasn't in pain. What was this? “My head.”
“What color are you at, Lucky?”
“Uh—um-—something,” I stammered. “Purple is my favorite color.”
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. Had I done something to make him upset? I let the thought go as quickly as it had manifested.
“What's your
favorite color, Doc?” My mouth seemed to be full of cotton and I mumbled.
“Chartreuse.”
It was such a strange reply, and I couldn't picture for the life of me what color chartreuse was or in what color family. The word made me giggle.
“Not a real color.” I giggled again.
I felt tugging all along my limbs, but I was utterly useless to help. The ceiling above me seemed to glisten and sparkle with the lights in the room, and everything seemed more vibrant. Was I hallucinating?
Doc rubbed his hands up and down each of my legs before tapping along the length of them.
“Do you feel me touching you, Lucky?”
“Mmhm,” I nearly purred. “Yeah, for sure.”
“Good.” He repeated the process with my arms. “Are you numb anywhere?”
“My left forehead.” I laughed way too hard for such a serious question. Who had a right and left forehead?
“Only your left, huh?”
“Yup.”
Master Gabriel wrapped a blanket around me, and scooped me up against his chest. The apron and gloves were gone and he had the softest shirt on, softer than a baby kitten. I rubbed my face against it and cooed.
“All right, Lucky. Let's get you hydrated. I've brought chocolate too.” He set me down gently on cushions and I stroked my hand along them as well, tracing designs and rubbing along the patterns.
“Can we cuddle now?” I grinned up at him as he tipped a bottle of water into my mouth and I drank it happily.
“Yes, but water first, then cuddles.”
I giggled again. “Yes, Sir.”
If this was subspace, I wanted to be in it all the time. Peace and relaxation seeped from every pore. I was all melted into a puddle of pure bliss and sated in the best way possible.