Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play)

by Bennet, Ashley K.

  As he maneuvered my head, I tentatively reached out my tongue. I flicked against his cock and heard him moan and growl from above me. I felt used. I felt humiliated because this wasn’t me. I wasn’t the girl who went down on any of her boyfriends or my husband. He had turned me into a service animal, and I had to find some way out!

  “Good girl,” he growled down at me.

  As the seconds ticked by, something awful occurred to me. He could come in my mouth. Little by little, I felt the taste of his seed against my tongue. Sticky and hot, each little droplet made my skin percolate with waves of heat. Licking and sucking, I served him, and he was going to punish me anyway!

  “Such a good patient,” cooed my doctor, as though I required some kind of encouragement. “Now it’s time for your medicine.”

  Eyes wide, I let out a little moan right as he started to orgasm. I could feel his cock start to undulate, his body shaking as his member pulsed. The first blast of semen shot straight at the back of my throat. It almost choked me, but I quickly swallowed it down followed by more and more of the stuff. I couldn’t believe what I was doing or what he was able to make me do, but then my own disbelief didn’t mean anything.

  This was happening.

  I slurped it down, swallowing more and more. It seemed to go on forever, and my whole body was hot with degradation and humiliation. I never wanted to service him as his wife. Doing it as his slave felt so much worse.

  He finished, pushed me back, and I started to stand. “No. Back on your knees.” Too angry and embarrassed to comply, I glared at him, but one tap on his tablet sent me back onto my knees.

  It wasn’t pain this time.

  “So the other features work nicely as well.”

  “Other features?” I didn’t want to know, but I had to ask. I tried to think of why I was crouching before him, practically prostrate as though he really did own me and deserved my adoring respect.

  Before he responded, I tried to stand up. I tried to move my body, but it wouldn’t respond. Flexing my fingers, I discovered that my arms and hands worked well enough, but it was like the rest of my nervous system had decided that I had to remain there on my knees.

  “Those chips can do more than bring pleasure or pain,” he said. Shock played through me and he took that moment to wipe his cock off on my cheek. The slick trail of semen made me shiver, but at least I could wipe it away. Then he got down on his knees and met my eyes. “The chips are used to control you. With the right command sequence, you will obey any order I give. This has just been a little test, but I’m convinced it’ll work very nicely when I show you off to my investors.”

  The idea of anyone else seeing me like this practically stopped my heart. I couldn’t take the notion of others getting to witness my enslavement and said quickly, “Please, you wouldn’t!” My voice rose, not that Adrian seemed to care.

  He pressed another icon on his tablet. For a moment, I simply stared at him, waiting for a burst of pain or pleasure or maybe for my limbs to begin moving of their own accord. When nothing seemed to happen, I grinned and was about to point out his mistake when I realized my mouth wouldn’t open.

  “Mute,” he explained.

  My eyes widened again because it seemed like there was nothing this man couldn’t do to me. The prospects seemed endlessly demeaning. Pressing my lips together, I realized that it didn’t matter what kind of control he seemed to have over me.

  Doctor Adrian Brent only really won if I let him.

  I couldn’t surrender. I couldn’t give in or yield completely. Only then, if I stopped fighting, would this man become my owner. Until then, I could continue to fight and think of myself as a strong, independent woman with my own heart and mind.

  Adrian watched me as I wrestled with my own powerlessness. “You’re going to lose,” he said, seemingly able to read my mind. “I’m going to use you and play with you and make you into my own private sex toy. You can fight it and lose or give in and maybe enjoy it. Those are your only two choices.”

  Because it was the only way I could communicate, I shook my head.

  Doctor Adrian Brent

  After her first session, I was impressed. Yes, my associates and I had already completed hundreds of computer models, so the chances of failure were basically nil, but to see my defiant wife on her knees, modified for my pleasure?

  Too many women believe they can be in control, that they have what it takes to dominate. More often than not, their just adorable little sex kittens at heart. They secretly hope that a man will come along and teach her how to behave.

  Now that I was satisfied that Melanie’s chips were functioning properly and that she had healed up, I was eager to show her off to my investors. This sort of technology required massive funding, and these were men who were eager to see what I could do with a defiant female.

  As I put the presentation together and planned on how each minute would proceed, I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Melanie back in her room. Valerie and Tony would make sure she was secured back in another straightjacket with her feet strapped to her bed. Sure, it wouldn’t have taken anything more than a single command into my computer to get Melanie calmly seated on the floor of her room for as long as I decided appropriate, but I wanted her to struggle.

  This position of hers at my feet had to feel natural. She needed to struggle. Psychologically, Melanie would need to fight me and defy me along the way. This was just a piece of her personality. For Melanie, the universe was supposed to be kind and easy. She skated her way through adolescence, and she assumed the rest of her life would go the same way.

  It was a bad assumption.

  She never expected to meet a man like me. She never thought someone else could be smarter than her.

  She never thought she would be enslaved.

  Melanie Brent

  Now that Adrian was satisfied that my chips worked correctly, he called in Valerie and Tony who escorted me back to my room. Along the way, I couldn’t help but notice that Nurse Valerie was holding a tablet as well. At first, I tried to make myself feel okay about that by thinking that it couldn’t possibly be connected to the control chips placed throughout my body.

  The nurse and the orderly took me by the arms and walked me back through the various corridors until we got back to my hospital room. When they opened the door, I saw the straightjacket waiting for me on the bed.

  Right away, I started to fight them. I had been well behaved on our way through the clinic, but now I wasn’t going to just let them restrain me again. Knowing that my doctor had inserted those chips into strategic spots throughout my body made me feel debased and helpless.

  There was no way I was going to let these people add to my bondage.

  Because I jerked away so quickly and furiously, I managed to free one arm from Valerie’s grasp. Kicking against the floor, I threw myself away and pulled free from Tony’s grip as well. They had been complacent, thinking that I wouldn’t put up any more of a fight.

  They were wrong.

  I managed to make it about five feet before my body stopped. All of a sudden, I couldn’t run anymore. Then I turned around and started to march right back for the door. Adrian never turned off the mute function, so I couldn’t speak. I could only glare back at my captors and think of new ways to insult them.

  As I went back into the room, Tony picked up the straightjacket, and pushed my arms into the sleeves. He pulled the sleeves around my back and tightly secured them. While he worked on my arms, Nurse Valerie touched another icon, which sent a different single. I got onto the bed and laid down as though I fully agreed to this.

  Inside my own body though, I was fighting, thrashing and kicking and screaming with everything I had. If this had been a movie, I could have overridden the technology’s grip on me with nothing but sheer force of will. As things played out, they restrained me, leashed me to the head of the bed.

  “What about her legs?” Tony asked.

  “I don’t know. She’s nice and secu
re the way she is, don’t you think?” said Nurse Valerie, and for once, I actually wanted her to be right. I wanted them to leave me there more than anything. At least this way, I might have been able to break free. It was a long shot, but there was some hope.

  “Doctor’s orders,” Tony said. “Make her spread her legs.” Then he grinned at me, probably because I was a new toy, like a cell phone or a TV. I was sure a guy like Tony really wanted to see what I could do.

  My only consolation was the fact that I belonged to Adrian. If the doctor got wind of one of his employees behaving inappropriately with a patient, the consequences could be brutal.

  After a few more touches to the tablet screen, I spread my legs. Tony took his time securing my ankles to the bed, and although my arms weren’t restrained, the straightjacket kept me completely powerless.

  “Think she’ll get away?”

  Nurse Valerie shrugged without looking up. She scanned across a couple more menu options, picked which commands to enter, and sent another signal. “She’s free to try. Now.”

  I didn’t understand what she meant at first, but then I started to fidget. Right away, I realized I could struggle. I could wiggle and move around. But stuck there on my back, with my legs strapped to the bed, I didn’t have much chance.

  But at least it was something.

  Tony and Valerie obviously disagreed because they took a moment to chuckle at my predicament. They liked watching me wiggle around, never moving more than a few inches in any direction.

  After a while, watching me fight against the futility of my restraints, they gave up and left me alone. But I didn’t quit. I kept at it until the sun went down and someone came by to let me up to use the restroom. Throughout all that time, I wasn’t allowed to speak.

  I didn’t get to talk again until my doctor came back with Tony and his favorite nurse. They unstrapped my legs and led me from the room. For once, I didn’t try to fight, and they didn’t have to use the table to ensure my obedience.

  Yet with every step, I glanced over at my former husband. He had become my owner, at least until I managed to find some way out of his clinic. I tried to plead with him using just my eyes. He had to understand that it wasn’t right for him to do this. Except in his mind, it probably was. Even I had to admit that using him for his money was wrong.

  But enslavement?

  In any case, I didn’t get to debate any of this with him.

  We walked back through the clinic until we stopped at one of the day rooms. Tony opened the door for me, and I stepped inside, still silent because I hadn’t been allowed to speak.

  Through the door, I paused when I saw a row of men in suits. Most of them had their phones out as they texted or read various news articles. Each man was young, probably somewhere in his twenties or thirties at the latest. They had nice haircuts, dark suits, and each one seemed to convey a hunter’s confidence. These men viewed themselves as predators.

  And that made me the prey.

  Adrian carried himself with the same sort of confidence, so I had little trouble reading these guys’ body language. Swallowing and feeling nervous, I was walked into the middle of the room.

  On most days, this space would have been set aside for the patients who felt like walking around or talking to some of their peers. Today, the chairs and tables had been mostly collapsed or placed off to the side. Now there was one bare wall, a row of seats for these gentlemen, and nothing else.

  Nurse Valerie held the tablet again. After a nod from Doctor Brent, she tapped in several commands. I didn’t realize what they would do until my muscles locked up and stubbornly refused any answer. The only thing I could control now was my breathing. Apparently they didn’t want me to suffocate while Adrian introduced me. At the same time, they wanted to make sure I didn’t make a fuss.

  It wouldn’t look good for the investors if I tried to flee or started jumping up and screaming about my rights. So with a few computer clicks, they removed every trace of freedom.

  “Hello and welcome to my facility,” Adrian strode forward. He stood straight and tall, impressive as always. He had on a dark red shirt. Silk and tight, it showed off his muscles from beneath his white lab coat. His shoes occasionally squeaked against the linoleum floor, but no sound could dwarf the clear, concise manner in which he spoke to the assembled investors.

  These men could have been hedge fund managers or entrepreneurs. Their eyes shined clearly, every man alert as they took in every detail. Each one glanced over at me, at least for a moment. A few lingered longer, clearly taking in the appearance of this apparently docile woman who wore nothing but panties and a straightjacket. A couple of the guys glanced over at Nurse Valerie and nodded appreciatively as well.

  “As you read in the initial prospectus, my goal was simple when founding this institution. Perfect behavioral modification.” He let those three words sink in. To me, they didn’t sound like much more than academic jibber jabber, but several heads nodded enthusiastically. More of the investors simply watched him, gauging his tone and body language. I had been pretty much forgotten, at least for the moment.

  “Not just mind control or overt training. No, that’s been accomplished in one fashion or another. However, those efforts have all been extremely limited in their outcomes’ final utility. What I wanted to create here was perfect submission. Total control. I wanted to take a young woman and turn her from an individual into something to be used however the owner wishes.”

  Adrian smiled, showing his teeth. It was charming; it was predatory. He held each investor’s gaze for at least a second. In some ways, this felt like watching wolves interact with one another. If wolves had venture capitalists.

  “Now, let me introduce you to my wife. Perhaps some of you know her. Try to look past her hair and body. I’ve made a few improvements since any of you last saw her.”

  Blinking, I realized he was right. Before, I had only checked out their suits and haircuts. Although I didn’t know any of these men well, I could tell a few of them were nodding. I had seen them at high-end charity events.

  “Her name is Mrs. Melanie Brent, twenty-five, a beautiful and defiant young woman who recently served me with divorce papers. Ironic, don’t you think?” Several of the investors gave courtesy chuckles, though I could tell they were there to see the technology. “If you remember her at all, you know that she can be cunning, willful, defiant, and very arrogant. Ultimately, she’s a spoiled, vain little brat who needed to be put in her place. Now that’s possible.”

  One investor raised his hand. My former husband nodded for the man to speak, “How do we know this is genuine? How do we know she’s not just putting on a show to make it look like your technology works?”

  Adrian’s expression darkened, but, paradoxically, his grin stretched higher along the contours of his face. “Simple. I’m going to put her on display. Several of you know her. You know that my descriptions of her are apt.” The doctor strode back across the room. I wanted to lunge at him.

  If I could have managed it, then these men would lose interest in Doctor Brent’s program. They wouldn’t want to buy into a system that couldn’t control a girl like me. Adrian strolled over to Nurse Valerie and took the tablet from her. He tapped a button, and my body relaxed. I regained control, but I didn’t know what to do with it.

  Tony stood right behind. He could pin or tackle me at a moment’s notice, and I could tell from the corner of my vision that he was tensed and ready to do just that. I wouldn’t catch him by surprise. At the same time, if I did try to dash off, it wouldn’t take much for Adrian to pull me back into the room.

  I figured my control chips had long-range connections. Besides, on the off chance they didn’t, this wasn’t the time to test it.

  As I stood there, debating what course of action to take, Tony unclasped the buckles that kept my arms trapped at my sides. I hated the idea of showing off my body to these men, especially as one or two furtively licked his lips, but I didn’t get to proffer an opinion. T
he orderly stripped the straightjacket off of me and stepped back, though I was sure he was still braced for some kind of escape attempt.

  “Melanie, come here.” To make it more embarrassing, Adrian slapped his thigh as though I were some sort of animal to be trained.

  My lower lip shook as anger rushed through me, but I didn’t start to move. “You see?” he asked. “She hates this. But she’s going to learn to like it by the time we’re done here today.” Each word brimmed with absolute confidence as though he couldn’t imagine any scenario where Adrian didn’t get what he wanted. “Really like it.”

  There were some more chuckles, but it was clear. These men wanted to see what he could do with me. “Should we start out with something voluntary?” Adrian asked his investors.

  Someone answered with, “Why not?”

  “Melanie, move to the center of the room. Then hold your hands up, just like you did before.” He sounded so smug, which made me realize that I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t give in, not again. He had put me through too much, so I simply stood there.

  No, I did better! I crossed my arms over my chest to show the men here that I hadn’t been tamed. My behavior hadn’t been modified, no matter what he said.

  “Oh. I guess it looks like the little slave wants to misbehave,” Adrian told the assembled men with a certain hint of condescension. He strolled over to me and asked, “Melanie, are you trying to make me look bad in front of these gentlemen?”

  Rather than answer, I just glared ahead. That was probably a mistake because it made it obvious that that was exactly what I wanted to do. He chuckled one more time, lifted the tablet, and typed in another command with one hand.

  The signal took a slivered second to leap from his computer to my nervous system. I felt the spark, and I tried to fight it. In between heartbeats, I did my best to resist the impulse of electricity that flared between my synapses.