The Instructor: Domination Erotica

by Megan West

  “It kind of stings?” she said, not really sure how to describe it.

  “Yes. That sounds right. Your skin is being stretched. We’ll go slowly. Just tell me if it hurts too much.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  His finger went in deeper, introducing an odd sort of fullness into the already heady mix of sensations. It didn’t feel completely right even though it seemed to act as a sort of catalyst to how aroused she was from him playing with her pussy. Suddenly she felt like she might come from what the doctor was doing to her. She squirmed on the table. He might think her as immature if she had an orgasm, might even put a stop to his thorough examination.

  “How are you doing?” he asked.

  “Uhm, good,” she said, scared to share her latest concerns with him.

  “Great. I’m really happy with the progress we’ve made here. I’m going to go ahead and remove my fingers from your vagina and concentrate solely on your anus. Since most of the arousal in your dream came from the circumstances and not so much from how the man touched you, I do not want to deviate from that too much.”

  Jennifer nodded, relieved he wasn’t going to make her come. It would have been terribly awkward and embarrassing.

  The doctor started moving the finger in and out of her ass exactly like he had been doing to her pussy earlier. Every additional thrust of his finger was more comfortable to take. Then he started to circle his finger with each inward movement to stretch the skin further.

  Jennifer moaned, a deep, dark moan from down in her stomach. What he was doing to her was so primal. She felt like she was stepping out of her skin to become someone else, a woman who actually did these things and did them for pure enjoyment of utilizing every pleasure nerve her body had.

  “I’m going to add a second finger now,” the doctor said softly, as if he didn’t want to disturb the sensual trance Jennifer was in. His voice mimicked a hypnotist, calmly walking her through each step.

  Jennifer tensed up at first, nervous about being stretched double what she was now. She felt the tip probing around where his first finger was, looking for an opening. Then he found a way, and his second finger stated to join the first. The stretched skin burned, and Jennifer wasn’t sure she liked it anymore.

  “Ow?” she said, not wanting to interrupt but thinking it was important he knew it hurt.

  “Try to relax,” he said. “It’s your first time so the stretching is going to be uncomfortable. I promise you’re not being injured though. Just concentrate on keeping relaxed and breathe in and out.”

  “Okay.”

  She did as he said, breathing slow and willing her nerves and heartbeat to settle. The burning around her asshole eased, and she relaxed even more.

  “I’m going to add some more lube so you’ll feel the cold again.”

  The new application of lube cooled her ass even more. When he started to move both fingers inside her stretched ass, she was able to take it easily. It was different than before now that he wasn’t playing with her pussy. Everything was centered on the tight ring of muscle and the entirely different pleasure receptors within.

  But, like he had explained, it was more than what he was doing with her body that had her libido going through the roof. The cold, sterile doctor’s office, the man she hadn’t met before touching her so intimately, the clinical and professional way he did the dirty things to her body all culminated to intense feelings that coursed through her veins.

  It was a completely different scenario from the dream she had described, but the way it affected her was the same. More importantly, since this was real and not a dream, it was a million times better. And she knew reality trumping a dream was not something that happened very often. She would never forget this day.

  Now he started to scissor his fingers inside her tight hole. She sucked in a breath when the feeling of having her skin stretched too far abruptly ramped up again.

  “Calm, calm,” He said soothingly, rubbing one of her butt cheeks.

  Jennifer refocused on her breathing and relaxation. It was a moment of triumph when she was able to get her body under control and accept what he was doing to her. Each time she thought her hole couldn’t get any wider, the doctor made it happen.

  “Okay,” he said. “You’re pretty well stretched now. We don’t want to go too far since there should be some discomfort. I believe, from what you’ve told me, that pain is an important component in the fantasy of your dream.”

  “Fantasy?” she asked.

  “Yes. When you have a dream you remember so well, there’s usually a reason. It either scared you, or made you sad, or happy. It triggers something. This dream triggered your sensuality. I’m assuming the other dreams were similar? They also involved pain and domination?”

  Jennifer thought back. There was one dream where she had been kidnapped, and her abductor made her things before he released her. She was tied up, forced to suck his cock and take him all the way down her throat, and then he fucked her hard against the wall.

  In another dream, the boyfriend she was with at the time forced her to let another man fuck her while he watched. After the dream, she told her boyfriend about it thinking he’d be turned on. Instead he thought it meant she wanted to be with other men and dumped her.

  “Yes,” she finally said. “They all did. How did you know?”

  “I can tell by the way your body is responding to what we’re doing here in the real world. Some researchers say dreams are your brain’s way of offloading junk or stray thoughts. But I agree with the ones who say dreams have a much deeper purpose. It may sound Freudian, but we really can use dreams to know ourselves better. You’ve already taken an excellent first step in journaling them and discussing them with me. Now we get to unravel the puzzle and find the prize.”

  Jennifer thought about it for a moment. He made it sound so simple and uncomplicated. While he had explained everything, his fingers were still in her ass moving softly back and forth. He acted like it was all entirely normal. But she didn’t feel it was normal. It was about as far from it as a person could get.

  “But what do these dreams say about me?” she asked. “Why am I wanting someone to hurt me or use me like a sex toy? What’s wrong with me?”

  The doctor removed his fingers from her ass and went over to the sink to wash his hands. While he did, he answered her question. “Jennifer, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Are you actually being hurt here? I mean, injured in some way? Is anyone doing anything you don’t want done? Is anyone else getting hurt?”

  “No,” she answered slowly.

  “Then there’s nothing wrong with you. Your desires are commonly referred to as kinky or alternative, but that doesn’t mean they are wrong or bad. Plenty of people enjoy the things you’ve described. And why not? Have you ever felt the way you’ve felt here today in a relationship that doesn’t have any of these, shall we say, enhancements?”

  Jennifer laughed. “Hell no.”

  “Well, there you go then.”

  Falling silent, she thought about what he had said. It kind of made sense to her. But, on the other hand, she wasn’t entirely sure she wouldn’t prefer to have simple, normal urges instead of these crazy ones.

  Dr. Franklin wiped his hands on a piece of paper towel and took a seat on the stool in front of her, bringing them to eye level since she was still on her hands and knees on the exam table.

  “Would you like to continue or do you think you want to stop for now?”

  Jennifer thought about it for a moment. “Well, you did go through all that trouble to stretch me and all that,” she said, not really sure what she should do.

  “Don’t worry about that. Decide what’s best for you right now. I’m your doctor and will care for my patient in whatever way is best for her.”

  She really did feel like she needed a break. There was so much to think about and mull over. Her body was on overload right now, and as much as she wanted to see what else he would do to her, she thought she needed
to process what they had done already before moving further.

  “I think I’d like to stop now,” she said with slight hesitation in her voice.

  He smiled. “I agree. I think it’s a good idea. Why don’t we meet again in three days at my office? I’m not too far from here, just over on Williams St.”

  “That sounds great.”

  “Good. I think an evening appointment would be best. I’m assuming you do not want any nurses present? If you do, we can certainly accommodate that.”

  Startled, she asked, “You could? Wouldn’t that be...well...weird?”

  “Absolutely not. Whatever you need we can take care of,” he said assuredly.

  She considered it for a moment, but decided she wanted to continue with just him.

  “No nurse.”

  “Okay. Six o’clock on Wednesday then. My office will call you to confirm that morning. I’m going to go on out while you get dressed. If you have any final questions, we can go over them before you head out.”

  Jennifer adjusted her position so she was kneeling and had her hands clasped between her legs with her butt resting on her ankles.

  “Thank you. You’ve been wonderful, Doctor Franklin.”

  “I’m glad I could help,” he said, giving her another warm smile before heading from the room.

  Jennifer realized they’d never done her pap smear or the rest of the exam. Smiling, she decided such boring things could wait until another time.

  ~**~

  That night, she had kind of expected to dream of Dr. Franklin and his unorthodox examination. Instead, her dream took on an entirely different turn.

  She was in a medical office again, but the lighting was all wrong and instead of an exam table, there was a bed. Standing beside the bed was a nurse, but not a real nurse. She was obviously in a fetish type costume. The white skirt ended barely under her ass and was made of white latex. The top part looked more like a corset than a uniform, and the nurse’s beautiful breasts were pushed up high. She had fake nursing shoes with five inch heels.

  “Well, don’t keep me waiting. Get on the bed. I have to prepare you, and I don’t have all day.”

  Jennifer got on the bed, lying on her back. Stirrups magically appeared and she put her feet into them.

  Once she was in place, the nurse was suddenly holding a very long, thick glass rod with numbers written on it.

  “What’s that?” Jennifer asked.

  “Shut up. I need to take your temperature, and I don’t want any interruptions.”

  Jennifer stopped talking. Abruptly, the nurse shoved the overly large thermometer into Jennifer’s ass. She moaned, and it echoed strangely in the room.

  “Silence!” the nurse screeched. Then she took blood pressure cuffs and put them around Jennifer’s wrists and ankles. Using the tubing connected to the air bulb on each cuff, the nurse tied her to the bed posts. Then she walked around the bed and pumped air into the cuffs.

  “You stupid bitch. Your blood pressure is too high. Now I have to relieve it.”

  The nurse took a long, wand type vibrator and placed it against Jennifer’s pussy. She held it there until Jennifer was screaming from the force of the orgasm the nurse had wrung from her. But the nurse didn’t remove the wand, and what had felt amazing only a moment before, quickly turned into pure torture.

  “Please, stop!” Jennifer screamed. “I can’t take anymore!”

  The nurse had been filing her nails and gave Jennifer a dirty look. “Can’t you see I’m busy? I’ll remove it when I’m ready. And stop your screaming or I’ll leave.”

  Jennifer whimpered, but somehow managed to stop from screaming out again. It took a bit, but thankfully the vibrator started to feel pleasurable again. Shortly, she was having her second orgasm. This one lasted longer than the other, but, like before, quickly turned painful when the vibrator wasn’t removed.

  “Please?” Jennifer begged. “Please!”

  “You’re blood pressure better be okay,” the nurse said.

  Suddenly, like dreams do, things changed. Now the nurse was straddling Jennifer, her pussy hovering right over Jennifer’s mouth.

  “You have to take all your medicine, every little bit. You keep licking until I say you’ve had enough. Don’t you dare stop, or we have to start all over.”

  Gulping, Jennifer looked at the perfectly smooth pussy over her face. It was pink and pretty, but she’d never been attracted to girls.

  Then, out of nowhere, the doctor appeared. He wore black slacks and a white lab coat, but nothing underneath the coat. His chest was chiseled and tanned, with well-defined abs. A dusting of black hair led to a happy trail disappearing into his pants.

  “Jennifer?” he said in a firm tone. “You’re not making things difficult for my nurse, are you?”

  “No, Doctor. I promise I’m not.” She could barely speak without her lips touching the woman’s pussy.

  “Good girl. You do everything she says, and you’ll get something nice and hard to lick when you’re done.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  Just when she was about to start licking the nurse’s pussy, Jennifer woke up. She was sweaty and her hand was buried between her legs under the sheets.

  Trying to continue the strange fantasy in her head, she fingered her clit while thinking of licking another woman’s pussy. She couldn’t make it work though and gave it up. She finally fell asleep only an hour before the alarm went off.

  The days seemed to crawl while she waited for her follow up appointment. She kept having the weird dreams and had finally managed to come after one particularly arousing one where a man was evaluating her as a possible sex-slave. He had beaten her with a crop, tied her up, and fucked her ass while a vibrating dildo hummed inside her pussy, making her legs jolt and tingle.

  On the day of her appointment, she prepared carefully with a long, cleansing shower. Her pussy was completely bare and smooth and her long hair in a tight braid slinking down her back. She wore a summery mini-dress that ended at her upper thighs and had a strapless halter top.

  When she walked into the waiting room, she thought for a moment that she had the time wrong. The office was deserted and filled with a strange stillness only an empty office has.

  The doctor came out from the back, smiling at Jennifer.

  “There she is,” he said warmly, coming to her and taking her hands in his. “How are you doing?”

  “I’m okay,” she said, suddenly very shy. He was just so fucking good looking. His clothes were business casual, khaki pants and a button down shirt. But they fit him perfectly and showed off his awesome physique. The top buttons were undone on the shirt, and she could see part of the chest she had dreamed of.

  “Why don’t you come on back? Everyone else has gone home so we have the place to ourselves.”

  Jennifer followed behind him, nervously biting her lower lip. He led her into an exam room much nicer than the ones at Dr. Granger’s office. The pictures on the walls looked to be originals and there was a window with a view of a lovely flower garden. Instead of a regular stainless steel sink, his was a more decorative porcelain bowl on top of an antique looking cupboard. The best thing was the temperature; it was a good five degrees warmer than Dr. Granger’s office.

  “You have a really nice office,” she said shyly.

  “Thank you. I feel it’s important to make the patient as comfortable as possible. Little homey touches like these,” he said, gesturing to the paintings and fixtures, “help put a person at ease. Invariably, it makes the appointment go smoother and we accomplish much more.”

  Smiling, Jennifer nodded in agreement.

  “So, have you had any more dreams since our last appointment?” he asked, sitting down and opening her file, ready to take notes.

  She rolled her eyes. “So many! And even more graphic than before.”

  “And did they all have the same theme? Domination and degradation?”

  Blushing, she nodded. “Yes. They all included those things.
”

  He gave her an encouraging smile. “Good. Consistency is always helpful. Now, how did you feel when you’d wake up after?”

  Feeling her face heat up even more, she answered. “Uhm, aroused. Confused. Lonely.”

  “Lonely? Interesting,” he said. “In what way?”

  “Well, I guess I just kind of wished there was someone in real life who could make me feel like the dreams do. Someone who’d know how to do those things safely but still give me the experience. Like you did with the...uhm...anal sex?”

  Dr. Franklin winked at her. “Anal training would be the more technical term. But, yes, I do understand what you mean.”