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by Aslan's Fetish


  “Both. Definitely both. Why pick one, when you can have it all?”

  A quiet growl reached her from across the room. “I couldn’t agree more.” He stared at the paper and something delicious seemed to change his expression. “And what about your pee hole?”

  Aslan opened her mouth and then she closed it. Opened it again and nothing came out. She rubbed her lips and clasped her hands together even tighter.

  “Interesting,” he whispered as he set the clipboard down. He took his stethoscope from around his neck, put the earpieces into his ears and moved beside her. He unsnapped the top of her gown and lowered it, exposing her breasts.

  With his help, she pulled her arms free and grabbed the fabric in her lap.

  She automatically sat up straighter as he picked up the chest piece and laid it against her chest.

  “Breathe deeply for me.”

  She followed his instructions and kept deep-breathing as he moved the diaphragm over her chest and back.

  “Just as I suspected.” He took the ear tips out and hooked the stethoscope around his neck again. But he didn’t move away and he didn’t put her arms back into the top of her gown either. Instead, he stepped between her still open thighs.

  “What?”

  “Your heart started racing when I mentioned that last hole.”

  “Ohh.” Aslan bit her bottom lip.

  “Is that hole something you’ve played with in the past?”

  “Not with my husband.”

  Zeke’s eyebrows instantly went low and she saw the muscles on the sides of his jaw go tight.

  “I mean, not with any man or woman. Just by myself. I’ve never shared it with anyone.”

  He took a deep breath. “Go on.”

  “When I was a girl…” She more than kinda trailed off and couldn’t meet his gaze anymore.

  His warm knuckles brushed her chin, and raised it until she stared up at him once more. “You’re safe, Mrs. Smythe. And I am very interested in what you have to say.”

  “You are?” she whispered.

  “Very.” He released her chin and looked down at her lap. “I’m going to start getting you ready for your exam and you can tell me about what you used to do when you were little. Sound good?”

  She nodded and chewed on her cheek.

  Moving closer to her, he rubbed his stubbled cheek against her shoulder as he reached around her body. The final snap released on the gown as he pulled the fabric apart. “I don’t think you’ll be needing this anymore.”

  Awareness flooded her veins as he pulled her only covering away and went to hang it up on the hooks behind the door.

  She’d been naked in front of him thousands of times. Probably tens of thousands of times, but this time? It was different, dirty, delicious, filthy.

  “You’re a gorgeous woman, Mrs. Smythe. Your husband is a very lucky man.”

  “I’m the lucky one.” Aslan had the sense of some kind of déjà vu.

  He grinned. “I’m going to put the back of this table down.” He released a lever on the side of the chair and the back lowered quite a bit. He grabbed around her throat and squeezed.

  A breath whooshed out of her as he choked her.

  Breath play.

  What a rush.

  “Grab onto my arm, Mrs. Smythe, so I can help you down.”

  She did as he told her and he lowered her down to the surface of the reclining chair.

  After a few more seconds, he released her throat and she sucked in a deep breath. “Fuck,” she mumbled.

  Metal scraped on metal as Dr. Zeke pulled short padded armrests from both sides of the chair back. He rotated them in place and then lifted her closest arm. “Get comfortable. You’re going to be here for a while.”

  Aslan tried to catch her breath as she scooted up a little more.

  Dr. Zeke moved behind her and lifted her other arm up.

  The armrests were the perfect length for her to wrap her fingers over the edge. “Perfect,” she whispered.

  “One of a kind,” he repeated. Moving to a bank of cabinets across from her, he opened the door.

  Aslan’s mouth fell open at the contents.

  Zeke smiled. "Amazing what can be purchased on the internet these days, wouldn't you say?"

  No words. She literally had no words.

  Whips, canes, floggers, leashes, chains.

  So many dirty toys stared back at her.

  Dr. Zeke perused his stash of implements and grabbed a big group of leather straps in different lengths and widths. He headed across the room and snagged the small red stool. He moved it toward one side of her, but then he tsked.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You moved your legs back together again, Mrs. Smythe.”

  “Oh.” That was all she had for him.

  “Please move your legs back. No, actually. Let’s just go ahead and put them where they belong.” He left the stool next to her and put the group of straps on top. Then, pulling a pin on the side, he lifted the leg braces up again and then spread them wide.

  Aslan huffed out a breath as he lifted one leg and then the other into place.

  “Definitely no problem with lubrication, Mrs. Smythe. Are you enjoying your exam so far?”

  “Yes, I am,” she murmured. “Oh God.”

  Zeke pushed her legs a bit farther apart before locking them in place. Stepping between them, he ran the backs of his fingers up her thighs. Then he flipped his hands over and with his palms, he moved down toward her pussy along her inner thighs.

  “Unnghh.” Some kind of noise came from her chest as he used his thumbs to pull the lips of her pussy apart.

  “So wet.”

  Aslan lifted one of her legs up and hooked it on the edge of the leg brace, urging him to touch her clit. One touch. That’s all it would take to push her over the edge and into coming for him.

  “Oh, no, Mrs. Smythe. Moving around during your exam could cause you harm. Unintentional harm between us just wouldn’t do. Good thing the room is equipped to handle your…exuberance.” He released the lips of her sex and stepped around to her side, where the rolling stool was waiting for him.

  “Huhhhh,” Aslan whined and gripped the armrests. Hard.

  “And I do believe you were going to tell me a story. I apologize for distracting you. I’m ready to listen while I finish tying you down.”

  “Tying me…down?”

  He picked up the leather straps and sat down on the stool. Laying them over his thigh, he picked up one of the thinner ones. “Of course. Safety first, Mrs. Smythe.”

  “Fuck, I love you.” She whispered it. Not wanting to ruin the interaction was one thing, but she had to tell him how much this meant to her. How much he meant to her. Had to.

  He stood, knocking all of the leather to the floor. His mouth was on hers before she could eek in surprise. His hands were in her hair, holding her lips to his as he took her mouth in a possessive kiss.

  Aslan grabbed onto his wrists, needing to touch him. To hold some part of him as her heart beat rapidly against her ribs.

  “I love you. Love us. Love everything we’ve become because you were brave enough to fight for what you wanted.”

  “Needed,” she whispered against his mouth.

  He backed away just enough to look down into her eyes.

  “Needed.” The confession was worth repeating. “I need this. Us. Just as much as you do. No matter how long it takes for you to hear that and believe it, I’ll keep saying it. Need,” she said one more time.

  He relaxed the hold he had on her so she could settle against the vinyl exam chair again. “You wreck me when you say things like that.”

  “Ditto.”

  One more kiss and he settled on the stool again.

  As he picked up the straps, Aslan laid her arms down on the armrests again. She took a deep breath and blew it out, trying to find her balance again.

  Seeing Zeke’s reaction
to what they were doing, talk about the best aphrodisiac ever. As in… ever.

  Zeke pulled a strap about two inches wide from his pile and strapped it around her wrist. Another around her forearm. Then her elbow and biceps. He rolled himself to the other side and started again at her wrist. They were tight.

  “Deliciously tight.” She hadn’t meant to speak as he finished her other arm but she couldn’t help it.

  Rolling on the stool, he pushed around her leg and settled between her spread thighs.

  Before she knew what he meant to do, he leaned over and licked her juicy slit.

  Aslan moaned and curled her back to ride his tongue as long as she could. “You’re so delicious,” she huffed out, as he flicked his tongue across her clit.

  “Deliciously tasty,” Zeke corrected. He stood and laid the rest of the even wider straps across Aslan’s stomach. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass to the very edge of the table. “I need proper access, you see.” He brushed his scrubs-covered cock against her wet pussy and groaned. For less than a handful of seconds, he dry humped her snatch. Riding her clit just short of making her come.

  “A story,” he offered as he backed away. “Didn’t you have a story?”

  Aslan’s clit throbbed at the thought of what she used to do when she was just learning to masturbate.

  Picking up one of the wider straps, Zeke fed it through a perfectly-matching section on one of the leg braces high on her thigh. He grabbed another strap and bound her entire leg.

  High on her need for Zeke, she inhaled again and decided to be brave one more time. “When I was a girl I use to explore my body. See what felt good.”

  “Your pussy?” he asked, as he picked up another piece of leather.

  “Yes.”

  “Your ass?”

  “Yes.”

  “And your…” Zeke trailed off, leaving it up to her to complete.

  Rolling her lips between her teeth, she paused for a second. It got hard to breathe as she thought about telling one of the last secrets she had from her husband. But she trusted him. Completely. “Pee hole,” she whispered.

  Zeke’s eyes flared as she said the words, but that was all the reaction he gave away. Picking up another strap, he pulled it along her abdomen and let the end slide down her pussy. “And what did you use to fuck your newly discovered hole?” He wrapped another strap around her thigh and cinched it down.

  “Cotton swabs. They were the smallest things I could find.”

  “Feel good?” He lifted one last strap off her stomach and finished binding her to the chair.

  “Unbelievable.”

  Just when Aslan thought he was done, he moved to the side of her and pulled out more hidden straps next to her torso. He bound her abdomen and chest. Palming one breast and then the other, he brushed his thumb across each of her nipples. “Didn’t you say your nipples weren’t all that sensitive?”

  “Yesss,” she hissed as he pinched one of them, making it hard.

  He repeated the painful pleasure on the second one until they both stood erect and needy. “I have the perfect things for these.”

  “What’s that?” Aslan asked, not certain if she really wanted to know.

  Instead of answering her, he walked to the cabinet he’d been leaning against to start with. He pulled off his stethoscope and laid it on the counter, then opened a drawer and closed it. Opened another one. “Here they are. Brand new. Bought just for an occasion such as this.” He had something black in his hand but he kept it down by his side so Aslan couldn’t see what it was.

  Next to her again, he bent down and licked her nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, he nibbled the hard tip with his teeth.

  She closed her eyes and moaned, setting her head back on the head rest. “That feels…oh, fuck. Fuck.” She gripped the armrests hard and her eyelids snapped open. Zeke had closed a clover clamp around her nipple. “Cold,” she added as he set down the other one between her breasts, along with the metal chain that connected them.

  “Beautiful,” he countered as he moved to the other side. He repeated the process again, with his tongue and teeth getting her nipple ready for the vicious bite of the clamp.

  “Fuck,” she cursed again as he released it to pinch her nipple.

  “If you’re a good girl for the doctor, when your exam is over, I just might.”

  “Gonna be so good,” she promised.

  “Or I might just open up your pussy with a speculum and jack off inside your open hole. Might do that, too.”

  Aslan had nothing to say to that. Just…nothing.

  “I have a question for you.”

  She bit her lip, trying to process…everything. “Yes?”

  “When you fucked your pee hole with the swabs, did it hurt afterwards?”

  “Yes. A little bit. But I couldn’t think of anything else to use.”

  “Sounds.” He turned and walked over to where her clothes and the hospital gown were hung. He removed his doctor’s coat and hung it with her things. In his blue scrubs, he moved behind her and opened a drawer or something she couldn’t see, no matter how much she strained.

  “What do you mean sounds?” Metal hit metal somewhere behind her, kicking her heart into hyper drive again. Then more metal hit some kind of surface, turning her on even more.

  Wheels squeaked as Zeke pushed a small cart beside her. He held up a very thin metal bar for her to look at. “Sounds. They’re metal rods in varying sizes that can be inserted into certain holes. They’re completely smooth, so they don’t cause damage. The cotton was too abrasive, which is why you had pain afterward.” He set the rod back down and pushed the tray around one of her bound legs. “Did you have any bleeding when you played with that hole before?”

  “Uhh. Huh?” Aslan had a hard time tracking anything he said after she glimpsed the rest of the tools he had on his tray. Forceps, quite a few of those sounds in very large sizes all the way down to very thin, and then there were medical gloves and speculums. Two of them. And lube. Plus two strips of medical tape, each with one end attached to the tray with the rest of the sticky surfaces hanging free.

  Holy shit. Her brain almost completely blinked out.

  Zeke pulled the tray until it was within grabbing distance and sat down on the stool between her thighs again. He sat no more than a few inches from her pussy, which was probably dripping.

  “Mrs. Smythe, please answer the question. Did you or did you not have bleeding when you fucked your fourth hole when you were younger?”

  “Uhh.” Focus. “Bleeding. Yes. A little bit. Burning. A lot of burning when I peed afterward.”

  He pulled one of the gloves off the tray and pulled it on. “Didn’t that alarm you?”

  Aslan smiled at him as he snapped on the second glove. “No. It always went away and I liked a little bit of pain. Even back then.”

  “So dirty.” He grabbed one of the forceps. “This might hurt a little.” He pinched and tugged one of her pussy lips and then clamped it with a forceps.

  Chapter Five

  Aslan yelped and tried to wiggle her ass to get away from the pain.

  “Hence, the reason for the straps. Love it that you can’t get away.” He tugged her clamped pussy lip open and then grabbed one of the pieces of tape. Laying the forceps handle against the metal of her leg brace, he taped the forceps to the metal.

  She screeched when he repeated the process on the other side. “Why?” she panted and let her head fall back to the headrest, unable to hold it up any longer.

  “Why the forceps? They’re pinchy little things and they hold your pussy wide open so I can touch and feel and fuck and fill every hole to my heart’s desire. And speaking of holes, I think you’ve answered all of my questions.”

  “What does that have to do with holes?”

  He stood and pulled open another drawer behind him. “I have a new gag that I’ve been wanting to put to good use.”

  “A ball gag?
” Aslan asked, as she looked at him again.

  “No. A dental gag.” He stepped toward her head. “It has two vinyl covered bars that go between your teeth, like this. See. Not too bad at all. Then it straps around your head like this. Hmm. Would have been easier to do this with you standing.”

  Aslan huffed out a breath as he strapped it around her head.

  “Guess we’ll just have to practice more later. Fuck, that’s hot. Then it has these saw tooth brackets on both sides that hold your mouth open wider and wider and wider, as I push these metal tabs.”

  So. Dirty, Aslan thought as he stretched her mouth open.

  “Fuck. You’re so hot. I’m gonna fuck your face in a few minutes. But first, I think you’ve seen enough.” He messed with something right below her neck. “Two more straps. One here.” He wrapped one around her throat. “Not too tight, so you can still breathe.” And another he strapped across her forehead. “And not too lose, so you can’t see anything else I do.”

  Breath after breath huffed out of her as he walked around her one more time. Pleasure flooded every cell in her body and her mind completely floated free. A fetish. This is exactly what it meant to have a fetish. What it felt like. What it made her need.

  “I need an extra light, I think. Need to fully examine all of your holes, Mrs. Smythe.”

  He moved things around, sat down again and then clicked something on. Light brightened the room and the ceiling and warmth heated her exposed slit.

  “Perfect. Now, first for your digital exam.”

  A glove-covered finger slid into her pussy, making her moan. A second finger joined the first, stretching her sex wider. He pulled his fingers free and pushed them back inside. Harder. Deeper. Then he flipped them over, pressing against her G-spot until she shivered.

  “You’re dripping down to your ass. So hot.” He pulled his fingers free and picked something up off his tray. Popping open a cap, he squirted lube onto something.

  Aslan simply closed her eyes, not wanting to miss a single sensation of what he did to her. His possession of her and her fetish.

  Cold lube hit her ass, making her inhale. Then his fingers were there, rubbing it around her tight ring. A finger slipped inside an inch and then it was gone. Then a larger finger pushed in and deeper. All the way in until his knuckles brushed against the cheeks of her rear.

 

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