Feeding My Doctor

The Doctor walks to the drawer, pulls out a blue hospital mask, and straps it around his head.

When he turns his head to me with that mask covering the bottom half of his face, the sight of him makes me slide back on the exam table, full of fear.

This man knows both how scary and how attractive he is and enjoys tormenting and titillating me at the very same time. I doubt that he even needs to use this mask for whatever “procedure,” he’s about to give me to help lessen my back pains.

No, he wants to frighten me with it, make me feel weak under his power and authority. Honestly, he doesn’t have to work that hard to fuck me, but I’m glad that he is. This is already shaping up to be so much better than my darkest fantasies.