Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  I better get my head back in the game, because I had to marry a nice man one day. Someone safe and predictable. I get the feeling that Mr. Ellis was not any of those.

  JONATHAN

  Mmm, a quarter to nine. My vixen mousy brown will be arriving any moment now. I wonder if she will be wearing pants or a skirt. Hair up or down. Panties wet or dry. Mhm, we'll have to fix them if they are dry. Just teasing again today, we don't want to break the professional imaginary boundary that she has placed up. I will only offer her a drink at my favourite club after work. It will be completely professional. I will only wear my devilish grin.

  "Jeremy, any sign of Ms. Ruston yet?"

  "No Mr. Ellis but the elevator door is opening. Yes, it's her."

  "Great, make her wait until quarter past before letting her in here."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis, sure thing."

  Okay now let me see. What will I say to her about the video data? Oh yes, that is great. I will definitely make her type her notes out after we speak. She can go into the Langdon Room again. A boring day will be just perfect until we go out for a drink.

  Yes, I will let her think she is in control by asking her out but not seeming that interested. After a boring day typing out her notes, she will be horny as fuck, especially when she sees the club that we will visit. Oh yeah, planned perfectly yet again if I do say so myself.

  SIENNA

  I am waiting for Jeremy to let me in the office. I know that it is going to be an awkward morning going through the body language tapes. I will tell him about the lesbians first so he that knows, I suppose. I don't know that he should allow it in the office. Usually, prostitutes are called to your house or met in some red light district. What's taking him so long? It is nine minutes past nine now, Mr. Ellis, and you wanted me here early!

  Jeremy was busy typing on his computer looking through his glasses. It's like this office is born with supermodels in it or something. How on earth are the women supposed to concentrate? I mean, I am not a tramp and I find it hard. All of the testosterone, cologne, Versace suits...

  "Mr. Ellis will see you know, Ms. Ruston."

  Jeremy smiled and he had obviously been dressed by the most expensive designer in lower Manhattan. Pushing through the door in earnest. Yes, there was Mr. Ellis wearing a light pink shirt accentuated by a light gray vest. His tanned complexion and brown eyes penetrated through and looked at me from behind his desk.

  "Ah, Ms. Ruston. Terribly sorry to keep you waiting. I was on the phone to the college."

  I looked at him as I stood unwavering in my professional stance, like a bull at a standoff. His presence was like the red flag that made me want to attack and devour him. But I knew better than to let his cologne and his sexy smile melt me, today. It was mind over matter. Mhm.

  "Good morning, Mr. Ellis."

  "Please sit down, Ms. Ruston."

  I sat on the lounge chair that had been used by the lesbians and remembered that I needed to bring that point up with Mr. Ellis as an immediate point.

  "One of the tapes was..."

  "Yes…" he said, waiting for my answer.

  He was moving to sit across from me now on the other, opposite lounge.

  "Well, I understand you must have quite a few different clients. Two women were in here, and they..."

  "Yes, Ms. Ruston?"

  I started to blush and I felt the heat pour over my face in a wretched quickness that was highly embarrassing. I decided to just spit it out, before I fainted on the floor, or something worse.

  "They did a lesbian act while you sat at your desk."

  "Oh yes, they did. They had just gotten back together after months of counselling. They were expressing their love for each other appropriately."

  I was taken back by his unbelievable, normal behaviour regarding the subject. Was it normal to watch clients unleash their sexuality in the office? I mean, was it even legal? My face reddened from the stupidity of Mr. Ellis' take on the whole thing.

  "Don't you think it's a bit unprofessional?"

  "Unprofessional would be me not allowing them to show their excitement for being back together again. Psychology needs acceptance. It is my duty to watch and collaborate information for the betterment of the society so then I help and counsel. It did not need to be reined in.”

  I was angry with him now. There was no man alive that would have not have appropriately suggested that they move to a motel room if they wanted to do that. I was probably going to get fired for this next line.

  "Mr. Ellis, is your masturbation also part of your necessary counsel in matters of lesbian interaction?"

  My stomach churned as soon as I had said it. His private moment was exactly that. He didn't use the women for pleasure, he had just pulled himself off! Jesus, Sienna!

  "Oh, was that on the tape too? Sorry about that Sienna, sometimes I spend many hours in here and it becomes my second home. I apologize."

  Okay, he wasn't mad at me for talking out of turn. He was apologizing to me about it, now. Now I felt rude. My face had probably gone a shade of pale white which was better than the bright red it was at first. I really felt like going home. I felt so disgusted at myself for mentioning his masturbation. It wasn't a crime. He wasn't hurting anyone. He was still smiling at me with the stubble and the cologne. His shirt sleeves were pulled up and his tanned skin looked devilishly delicious. Sienna, stop!

  My mind continually raced and I told it to stop. He was winning again, the gorgeous man. He was successful, powerful, intelligent and more good looking than ever. It was like cookies and cream that you weren't allowed to devour at Grandma's house. Shit!

  "Sienna, I would like to apologize again. After work, we will go out for a drink and loosen up a little."

  I knew I should say no. Every ounce of my brain was saying it. Screaming it to me. My body said ‘oh yeah, cookies and cream, you eat it all up girl!’

  "Yes, I can manage that, Mr. Ellis," I said with a squirm.

  "Okay, wonderful. So, my next appointment is due any moment. Take your notes and type them up for me in the Langdon Room. They will be placed in my research folder. Just skip over the one that we just discussed, please."

  "Yes certainly."

  I grabbed my bag and my notes and saw him still smiling at me. I felt so raw, so unbelievably vulnerable around him. I kept walking until I saw Jeremy. He also had a sexy smile. The testosterone levels in this office were a crime. How could any woman even begin to concentrate? Shit!

  JONATHAN

  Mmm, my mousy brown took that scenario way better than I had expected. Her face had looked as red as a tomato, telling me about the two lesbians and their cheekiness. I think she believes I accept it as a normality, but the prostitutes I hired for the task were quite believable for this process.

  Most women would have walked by now, but she has got a caring side to her and she can see the needs of everyone concerned. The needs of the lesbians and my needs. A psychologist who lets patients do those things. She must think all sorts of bad things about me! That is the plan. The plan is to continually shock her, and see what it makes her do. How will she cope with all of this extra weight on her shoulders?

  I am guessing she will be in need of sexual caressing and nurturing, eventually. Most people who are stressed need an outlet to continue to live with themselves. We have now seen the elements of horny and embarrassed. We will continue adding some other elements to her experience. This should be fun.

  "Jeremy, who is my next client?"

  I waited but could see on my monitor that he was in the Langdon Room with my mousy brown, showing her how to use the computer and save the documents correctly.

  She looked gorgeous today. Her hair was swept up in a ponytail with wispy sides down on each of her cheeks. Her light pink sweater was extremely "goody two shoes" or even "churchy." It was accentuating her breasts perfectly, and I noticed that the harder it was for me to see them, the more turned on I was.

  Great, Jeremy was back at the front again.
r />   "Jeremy, who is my next client, please?"

  "You have a free appointment now because Mr. Darren cancelled for a physio appointment. He will be back next week."

  "Thanks, so much Jeremy."

  I sat with a free hour thinking of the club tonight. I would take her to the place known as, "The Voyeur" which was an exclusive club for members and their partners only. There was a normal bar and then some windows with sexy BDSM shows occurring behind each one. There was ten on one side and ten on the other. During the week, only five windows were active, but on the weekends from Friday on, there was the full twenty.

  Sex slaves, whipping, spankings, collared submissive slaves and dominant controlled characters. Gay, lesbian, straight, and even male, female, or male and then two females with a male. Every BDSM fantasy was on show. You could sit and talk, or sit and watch. Only rich people could afford to be members. The monthly instalment was two thousand and fifty dollars. It was so worth it, though. The sexiness of the place would rock Sienna's world and that was certain. The next element would be shock, surprise or maybe fear. If you hadn't seen BDSM before then it could be quite confronting.

  I would get there with Sienna at about five-thirty and there would be dancers until six pm. We could have dinner at the table and I could wait patiently for her reaction. Mmm, watching BDSM with Sienna. It would be fun to see what she did. She might even slap my face and walk out!

  "Jeremy, ask the chauffeur to pick Sienna up a nice dress. You should know her size. We will be dining out later so I can discuss the terms of our arrangement. Then do not disturb her until four o'clock with the dress. Something sparkly in red or blue."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis. I will get Stephen to do it right away."

  I had my own closet in the office. It was full of going-out clothes. A silk, maroon shirt and matching tie with some nice pants. We would look great at The Voyeur.

  I had always known I had a problem with it. Most men thought about sex and the fantasies that went with it. I craved to see something or read something each day. It fuelled me. My mind would get fuzzy without it and it was something that I had lived with from the age of about eighteen. I watched porn, I read porn, I went to clubs, I even hired prostitutes to watch them. I liked watching, mostly.

  Mousy brown had taken me by surprise. I had watched her and been infatuated with her. Many women could do that to me. She was somewhat different in that I craved her. I wanted not just to watch and masturbate after looking, like I usually did. She was different, my Sienna. I wanted to fuck her and try all of my fantasies with her.

  It had never happened like that before... my need to be inside a woman. Sure, I’d had sex with plenty of hot women, but my infatuation with this one was desperate in many ways. Everything about her gives me pleasure. Her voice, her hair, her body which has some meat on it to grab. I want her all the time. Her tits, her ass and her tight pussy. She makes me hard by thinking of her. Fucking her makes me wild like an animal that has been let out of a cage.

  "Jeremy, get me a short black before my next appointment. I am having a time of it today."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis right away."

  I sat at my desk eyeing my prize, Sienna. I couldn't have imagined a better name. I think it's amazing.

  "See, enn, ah."

  Yes, that will be a great turn on tonight, seeing her wear a sparkly dress.

  SIENNA

  Okay, sitting doing this typing thing is really annoying. It is like typing a paper that's due over the weekend. I hope I can have just the one drink and then be let off the hook. I can't stand being around him when I continually squirm. I desperately need him to make an excuse or something so I can just go home and be with Jenna.

  I can do anything around her. She is my best friend, and I can say anything or sit in the nude if I want. She doesn't make me feel uncomfortable at all. I know she would wonder where I am tonight. I'll ring her on my lunch break so she won't worry. She's going to Lucy Greer's party anyway, so she won't be home until after midnight.

  I wonder where I'll be going for an after work drink? Hopefully some place with food. Burger King would be just fine. I'll have to tell him I need to eat at six. I hate being hungry.

  As I type my notes out, my eyes start feeling square or sore from the light that glows from the screen. It's the same feeling I get when I feel like I have had enough of the studying thing. I like secretarial work but I am a bit exhausted from my conversation this morning, actually.

  I couldn't have written a more interesting story if I tried. I was sure that if I was going to be professional, my body would have to behave itself. After all, it was only reacting to what it saw. Jonathon Ellis was hot. So, what? There were heaps of great good looking guys. Ones with fancy suits and wavy, brown hair, delicious lips, a large cock...

  Right, where is that water? I need to rehydrate myself. I am doing well with this typing and I need to keep going with it. No more thinking.

  The afternoon raced by and I spoke to Jenna about the after work drink appointment. That was all it was. An appointment with my boss for getting through the week. It was Friday and I had the weekend to myself.

  Okay, the typing was complete and it was printing out. I was checking the last few pages as the printer spat them out. I was getting a bit nervous before the after-work drink. I hoped it would be quick and painless, but with food. I would need carbs. A dreamy carbonara or burger with fries. I would be fine if I ate. It was my favourite thing to do. Working out was going to be a new hobby soon too. Food liked my hips and my butt, but I liked it back just as much. Maybe if there was a workout in between there could be some sort of compromise about the whole scenario.

  "Ms. Ruston, please may I come in?"

  It was Jeremy holding a box. A long box.

  "Yes, please do."

  "Mr. Ellis had this bought for you for your afternoon appointment. Please be downstairs in half an hour."

  I looked at him intrigued by the package. What could be in it? Jeremy placed the box on the empty desk in the centre of the room and closed the door behind him.

  I walked and opened the lid. It was a sparkly dress in red with black sequins around the edges. It was elegant and very exclusive from a boutique. There were three pairs of shoes, black, red and gray. I was quite shocked by it. Obviously, Burger King would be out of the question. Mmm, he must have felt bad for making me watch the lesbians or something.

  "Jeremy, do you know where we are going for the appointment?”

  I waited for his buzz.

  "Umm, no, sorry Ms. Ruston I don't know. Please be ready in twenty-five minutes for the limousine downstairs."

  "Thank you, Jeremy," I said, with a look of complete shock.

  The Langdon Room had an en-suite bathroom with a shower and a lovely dressing room. I took a quick shower and changed into the dress. I placed my hair down and let the curls sit recklessly on my breasts. I had no idea where we were going, but I felt like having comfortable hair, at least. I picked the red shoes. They looked the best and were also the most comfortable.

  I walked to the elevator, and Jeremy looked at me as I walked by and seemed impressed with my look. He smiled and hoped that I had a good weekend.

  It might be alright if I could get some food and drink a soda. I like soda and food. The dress had some give around the waist so I could have a decent feed. I was an American girl with a European heritage. My grandparents were from Yugoslavia which explained my need for good food and for the whole European look that I had been told I had.

  "You're so European, my beautiful girl," Mom would say to me in her teary tone.

  I walked through the main lobby and felt a few heads turn as some of the staff left for the day. They looked very immaculate in their office attire but I shone and sparkled like an untamed Christmas tree. I stuck out like a sore thumb compared to all of the browns, grays, blacks and whites that were adorned by them all. I felt myself blushing. The limousine was waiting. Mr. Ellis was already inside.

  JONATHAN
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br />   I saw her through the door as she came from the lift. My mousy brown had made an effort. Her hair was freshly washed and she chose the red shoes. Red was a powerful color and that choice meant subconsciously that she liked power. Her conscious mind may disagree with that thought, but she actually craved power just like me.

  The other staff looked at her like she was an aristocrat. She was all dressed up like a minx before nine pm. It was unheard of for the middle class, actually. Only rich people behaved that way.

  She is coming my way now and she looks stunning, the strapless dress suits her beautifully as it goes down to her busty hips. The split down her right side makes it a little risqué. I like it a lot. I won't be able to take my eyes off of her all night long.

  She gets in and sits next to me looking at me with her wild, untameable, green eyes. She is mine for this evening. I looked quite good myself. I hoped the silky shirt on my muscles was driving her crazy. I'd left the stubble on my face for her too. If I went down on her, it would add to the intensity. I wanted her so bad it hurt.

  "Hello, Sienna. Can I call you that outside of the office?”

  "Yes, you may, Jonathan," she said with a smile.

  Fuck, her eyes looked so good and there was a hunger in them which was accentuated by her dark eyeliner. Even her makeup was a turn on.

  "We are going to an exclusive club for a drink, and I hope we may also enjoy some dinner together."

  "Yes, that sounds great. I am really hungry. I usually have dinner early actually."

  The limousine pulls us up to the entrance of the grand club, The Voyeur. Sienna looks impressed by the building. Old fashioned to give it that European feel.

  "Thank you, Stephen, please wait for the call."

  "Yes, Mr. Ellis I will be here as you need, Sir."

  I followed behind Sienna as she walked to the main door. There were two finely dressed doormen wearing tuxedos, and I saw her gasp as she walked past them.

  "Good evening Madam and Sir," said the one on the right.

  Sienna giggled at the fuss and I stood next to her proud to be with her on this balmy night. We must have looked like we belonged together, and I liked the thought of that.