Dear X,
I promised I would give you the night of your life, and make you discover yourself in a way you’ve never known yourself before. There is only one condition - you have to obey every command.
Let me describe to you now what will happen. I will take you to a complex of buildings on the outskirts of the city. We will enter a waiting room that will look like any other waiting rooms in front of a doctor’s office, and I will tell you to wait there until you’re told what to do. Then I will leave.
I know that you will be nervous as you will sit in the waiting room. You’ve never liked such places, and your mind will be full of questions. After a few minutes, a nurse will come. She will tell you to follow her, then she will turn around and head down the corridor. You will follow her to the room where she will instruct you to take off all your clothes, jewelry and watch. You will be told to put on a white hospital shirt. She will then leave you alone in the middle of the room. You are to do everything as asked.
The shirt is split in the back, tied only by a strap at the back of your neck. Once you tie it up, you feel very clearly that your buttocks are completely revealed, and I can imagine how vulnerable it makes you feel. I can also imagine your waiting for someone to come seems endless. You watch the room in the meanwhile, your eyes fixed at the gynecological chair. The straps on its end are giving you goosebumps and the tools on the metal table next to it make you shiver.
When the nurse comes back, she orders you to put your hands behind your head. I’m sure that you will do what you are told, as you do not want to disappoint me. You feel the shirt revealing your ass again. The nurse grabs the hem of the shirt and lifts it right up to your neck. You are completely exposed in front of her now, and you feel her eyes roaming over your body before she lets go of the fabric.
“Follow me,” she says and holds the door for you. She pushes the button of the elevator at the other side of the corridor. I imagine you are very nervous by now. Maybe also anxious about meeting someone on the way, but to your relief, there is no one in the elevator.
The nurse takes you to the fourteenth floor. The corridors and waiting rooms look all the same. You enter the doctor’s office, with the nurse leading you in and closing the door behind you. Inside the room, you can see four men.
The doctor is sitting behind the table. He’s wearing the standard white coat. The rest of the men are wearing suits. As you look around, you can see me, too, sitting in the corner. I do not acknowledge you.
You are now fully aware of being covered only by a semi-transparent piece of cloth. You can feel your palms getting wet with sweat, and as you feel their eyes on you, you realize that you are getting wet elsewhere, too. The doctor points you to the door on his left. When you enter, you find yourself in a room almost identical to the one you got undressed in. The doctor starts with a regular check up. Then he asks you to take off the shirt. He takes it from you and hangs it on a hook on the door. You sit on the edge of the gynecological chair and he starts to examine your breasts. You feel his cold and dry hands as he touches your hot body.
He squeezes each breast lightly, then does the same with the nipples. “I want you to tell me what causes you bigger pleasure,” he tells you. “Handling your nipples gently like now… or roughly like now.”
You squirm under his touch as he twists your nipples. “Roughly,” you hear yourself say. I have no doubts it’s what you will say.
The doctor lets go of your nipples and without saying anything else, he leaves the room. Your nipples are still tingling. After a while, the nurse comes.
“Lie down on the chair,” she says. You lie on the cold leather as the nurse opens one of the drawers and pulls out some straps. Your heart rate increases upon seeing them. The nurse attaches a pair of thick, padded cuffs to your wrists, closing them with massive metal buckles. She then joins them with a chain behind the chair. She continues with your legs and you know very well what position you will be maneuvered in. She grabs your legs and puts them in the holders, which she pulls wide apart. Your legs are strapped in, too, and she attaches the same padded cuffs to your ankles as well. You have no chance to get up until someone releases you. You are helpless and completely exposed. Then she lowers the part between your legs. She walks to the door and opens it. “She’s ready, doctor,” she calls.
The doctor enters and looks at your naked body. You feel the waves of excitement flooding your loins, and you move your hips inadvertently. The doctor walks to the cupboard and pulls out two clamps. “I’m here to prepare you,” he says and without any explanation, he attaches them to your rock hard nipples. You squirm and moan, but you cannot do anything to stop him. It feels very much like him twisting your nipples a while ago, but now the pressure doesn’t go away. The doctor moves in between your legs.
He runs his fingers through your pubic hair. “This has to go,” he says. Now, I know we discussed this between us many times, and you were always reluctant to shave or wax your pussy, but if you want this to continue, you mustn’t protest. He beckons the nurse who is already preparing her tools, and she pushes a cart closer to the chair. You feel her applying a thick, warm paste to the line of your hair below your belly, and then she pulls hard and rips the hair out. It hurts, but you know better than to cry out. You wriggle on the chair and bite your lip as she rids you of all the hair on your pussy, making your skin burn. At the same time, you feel your pussy get wet from her touches and the pain. Finally, she crouches down between your legs to check her work. You feel her breath on your moist lips and you feel embarrassed for being so wet. Your pussy is completely bare and smooth. The nurse spreads your labia with her long nails, gently, but fully, taking away your last protection. She smiles seeing how wet you are.
