Dominating the Doctor

Ryley Blythe picked up a magazine from the mahogany waiting room coffee table. Sitting back, she crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt. Flipping through it, she absentmindedly hummed to herself. Waiting was always difficult for her, she preferred instant results. Finally, three articles and much foot bouncing later, the nurse called her name. Ryley tossed the magazine back onto the coffee table and followed the nurse into another room.

The nurse handed her a gown, told her to put it on and informed her that the doctor would be with her shortly, before leaving. Rolling her eyes and sighing, Ryley stripped out of her tank top and skirt, and shrugged the gown over her shoulders, leaving her lacy black thong, matching bra on, and black heels on. She hopped up onto the exam table, crossed her legs, and impatiently waited for the doctor.

Ryley alternated between playing with her long wavy blonde hair and bouncing her leg. Finally, a knock sounded and was followed by a young male doctor entering the room. Formalities ensued and soon they were discussing the reason for her visit today.

The doctor seemed nervous, his eyes kept bouncing from Ryley’s piercing green gaze to her legs, to his clipboard, and back again. But she enjoyed the attention and his nervous manner. He also kept stuttering and repeating himself, which is something that always annoyed Ryley. After stuttering through the first couple of questions, repeating her answers back to her, and nervously looking from her to the door a couple of times, Ryley had had enough! She bounced off the table and adjusted her gown.

“Doctor,” her voice was sugar coated and she batted her lashes. “I understand the benefits of getting yearly exams, but really, are the gown and repetitive questions necessary? I answer the same questions every year.” She slipped one arm out of the gown, careful to keep herself covered.

The young doctor’s eyes widened as she slipped out her other arm. “Ms. Blythe, I r-­really think you should k­-keep your gown on,” he stuttered out, fumbling with his clipboard, attempting to get out of his chair. With one hand keeping her gown covering her body, Ryley used her other hand to pin the doctor in his chair.

“It’s okay, doc, I know what I’m doing,” she laughed and dropped the gown. The doctor dropped his head and started mumbling about how inappropriate this was and how she should really put her gown back on. Ryley ignored his rambling and put a heeled foot between his legs, gently pushing on his package. She laughed when his rambling stopped and he looked up at her, red-faced and wide-eyed.

“Now I have your attention,” she giggled. She leaned down, keeping her foot on his now hard cock, and whispered in his ear, “This is going to be more fun than I had planned.” Straightening herself, and removing her foot from his manhood, she flounced over to the door and locked it, glancing over her shoulder at the spellbound, slightly scared, but very curious man.

Turning her full attention to the now captive doctor, she toyed with the band of her thong.

“I know you are curious, doctor.” She said, slipping the band down over her hip and back up again. “My records are,” she paused and giggled, “unique, aren’t they? Detailing things that hint at an exciting sex life?”

She laughed more as his blush deepened.

“I could tell from the second you walked in the door that you were torn between judgment and curiosity”

She bent at the hips in front of him and undid the ties of his scrubs before pulling his pants and boxers off in one go. A healthy, rock hard cock popped out from his pants. Straightening herself again, she took note of his red face, his expression screaming that he doesn’t know what to do.

“Well? Aren’t you going to touch it?” She laughed, as his eyes widened and he began to stutter again. “Shut up!” Her voice now harsher than before. “I said, to touch your cock.” She enunciated each word as if talking to someone who didn’t understand English. Slowly, he reached up and took his cock into his hand. Giving his shaft a couple of pumps, he never took his eyes off of Ryley.

“I-­I don’t understand, Ms. Bly-­” He was cut short.

“You may call me Mistress Ryley,” she laughed. “And I thought you were curious about my medical history?”

She raised an eyebrow, slightly disappointed with his tentative attitude about stroking in her presence.

“Faster.” She demanded.

He picked up the pace and a small moan slipped between his lips.

“Good boy.”

Giving him a couple of minutes to adjust to the situation he had found himself in, she then instructed him to stand up. Pushing his hand aside and grabbing his cock, she gave him a few pumps while keeping eye contact and relishing in his embarrassment.

“I know you’re enjoying this, otherwise, you would have put more effort into stopping me. So, what shall I have you do? A young, strong doctor like yourself,” she mused, more to herself than him, while continuing to stroke his cock. Lost in thought, she patted it, causing him to wince a bit.

“Oh, you don’t like that, do you?” She teased, patting it again, this time, a bit more forceful. “What else do we have in here to play with?”.

“Wh-­what are you going to do?” The doctor asked, sheepishly.

“Well, first,” she replied, rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, “I’m going to have you completely undress.”

He immediately started stripping off his clothes, she smiled.

“Next,” she continued, starting a collection of random items, “I’m going to have you get onto all fours.”

The doctor dropped to his hands and knees. Ryley turned to face him. He was a funny sight to see! His muscles flexed and rolled as his body tensed under her gaze, his hard dick hangs between his legs, his face was a mix of embarrassment, curiosity, and amazement.

“Have you ever done something like this?” She asked, holding up a tube of lubricant in one hand and gloves in the other, a mischievous grin on her face.

“N­-no, ma’am, um, Mistress Ryley,” he stammered out, his eyes widening at the sight of what she had found, his mind racing with her intent. Her smile widened, and her heels clicked on the floor as she neared him.

“Do you work out?” She asked, examining his body, “Your little ass is so perfect.” She stated as she gave it a firm smack. He jumped but didn’t say anything.

“Do you... enjoy... anal play?” She paused for a dramatic effect, it seemed to work.

“I, uh, I’ve never done any of, um, that.” He stammered out, even more, nervous now than he was before. She laughed and pulled on the latex medical gloves.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt..... Much.” Ryley liberally applied lube to her pointer finger, and then some to the doctor's cute little asshole. He moaned when she pushed her finger against the tight little hole, eliciting a laugh from her.

“I think you’ll like this.” She teased as she slipped her finger past the barrier and into his ass. A deeper moan came from the doctor as she prodded around, searching for his prostate. Finding the knot just behind his scrotum, she gently massaged it before extracting her finger. Upon exiting, the doctor let out a slight sigh. Ryley applied lube to two of her fingers this time before slipping her pointer back into the doctor's ass.

She leaned forward, and whispering in his ear, her breath hot against his neck, “Do you think you could take another finger?” She laughed as she pushed her middle finger against his puckered hole. He started to shake his head no when she pushed her second finger into his tight ass and once again found his prostate.

With two fingers deep in the doctor's ass, she instructed him to once again stroke his cock. Eagerly he reached between his legs and began pumping his shaft. She massaged his prostate and allowed him to play with himself until she saw precum dripping from his cock and his moans were more frantic. Leaving her fingers in his ass, she used her other hand to still his.

“That’s enough of that,” she said, eliciting a sigh of defeat from the doctor. “You want to cum, don’t you?” She asked, her voice dripping with false sympathy. The doctor nodded and she laughed, almost a mean laugh. “Up, on to the table.” The doctor quickly scrambled to his feet and sat on the table. Ryley pushed him onto his back and gestured for him to put his feet in the stirrups.

Once she had him in the position she took the place between his wide open legs. With two fingers once again deep in his ass, she grasped his cock at the base and gave it a few strokes. Finding his prostate, she merely held his cock upright as she massaged the knot in his ass. His moans grew deeper and he pathetically attempted to thrust his cock through her grip. She laughed, and as he reached climax, she withdrew her fingers and pointed his cock at his abdomen.


The doctor looked upset at having his orgasm ruined and a mess made on his abs. Smiling, obviously pleased with his reaction, Ryley tossed some paper towels at the doctor and demanded he clean up. While he was wiping his sticky cum off his body, she promptly redressed. The doctor was still cleaning up when Ryley stuck a calling card between his lips and left, closing the door behind her.


Doctor Connor Kay sat in his office, reeking of his own cum, staring at the small card. After Ryley had left he had finished cleaning up, got dressed, and pulled himself together. No one seemed to suspect what had happened, but he was still embarrassed and requested another doctor to take on the rest of his appointments for that evening.

He flipped the card over his knuckles, debating on if he should call her or not. Pondering what he would say if he did. Why would he call her?! She had used him, embarrassed him, and then left. Anyone could have walked in after she had left, hell anyone could have requested entry while she was... well... His attention snapped back to reality. He couldn’t think about what had happened not even an hour earlier, not here.

Tucking the card into his pocket, he gathered his things and left the office. There was no point in staying, anyway, he didn’t have any appointments and paperwork could wait until tomorrow. Once he was in his car, he cranked up the radio and tried to keep his mind from wandering too much.

At home, he allowed himself to think over the day's events. Lingering on little details that should have him blushing, but oddly, he found himself aroused. Like that first push into his ass. He knew the health benefits of ass play but had never practiced it before. It wasn’t something that he thought he’d enjoy... until today. Maybe he should call her. Stupid! What would he say?

He pushed the thought aside and tried to, instead, focus on his nightly routine. He prepped and ate dinner, took a shower, watched TV, and got ready for bed. But once in bed, his mind wandered, once again, to the beautiful woman who had dominated him merely hours before in his own practice. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep himself from thinking about her.

Jumping out of bed, anxious to do something, anything to distract himself­ he started a load of laundry. Sorting colors and white, work and casual, emptying pockets, he came across her calling card. Abandoning the task meant to distract him, he found himself sitting in his study, cell phone in one hand, Ryley’s calling card in the other.

The card read ‘Domination At Its Best ­ Ryley Blythe ­ (555)867­5309.’ He flipped it over his knuckles, trying to talk himself out of what he was about to do. Placing the card face up on his desk, he keyed the number into a new text message, typed out a short message explaining who he is, and hit send. Then he set the phone down, and waited, doubting he’d get a reply considering the time. Tapping his fingers on his desk, Connor started questioning what he would say if she did respond, what he wanted from this arrangement, why in the hell he was contacting her in the first place. Five minutes with no reply, he started to feel anxious. While waiting a thought occurred to him, what if his colleagues found out about the appointment today? Would he be fired? Lose his license?

I’m being ridiculous, He thought to himself, How would anyone find out? He pulled his thoughts away from the what if’s and oh no’s and brought himself back to reality. Bzz! A message appeared on his screen, from her.

I thought I’d be hearing from you tonight. Craving more?

Connor stared at his phone for a while, unsure of how to answer. Did he want more? She had been expecting him to call or text her, he felt his cock react to knowing he had pleasured her before he fully registered that he had pleased her. Then there was the issue of how to reply.

Already slightly turned on, he didn’t want to come off as desperate. But damn, was he desperate. The happenings of that day had been turning over in his mind since she had left her calling card between his lips.

The phone buzzed in his hands, pulling him from his thoughts. He was now fully erect and still hadn’t answered Ryley. It was another text from her.

You do want more, don’t you? You’re such a bad boy. I’ll make you a deal. You do whatever I want, whenever I want and I won’t tell your office and the medical board all about your little adventure today.

Blackmail. She was blackmailing him. His erection suddenly went limp and his mouth fell open. He could lose his license over this. He would if he didn’t agree to play along. Full of fear and not completely thinking through his decision, Doctor Connor replied with a simple:

Yes, Mistress Ryley.

And let his phone fall to his desk. He raked his fingers through his short dark brown hair, he leaned forward, feeling sick. What had he gotten himself into? He was going to lose his job, his license, everything he had worked so hard for.


Good boy, I thought you’d feel that way. I’ll see you on Saturday at 8 am sharp. xo

She included her address, and that was it. Doctor Connor laid his phone face down on the desk and pondered over what was to come. Nervous, scared, humiliated, and oddly aroused.


Ryley leaned in toward the mirror and carefully applied her winged eyeliner. After making sure both sides matched, she straightened up and assessed herself in the mirror: perfect. Her dramatic eye makeup and dark red lipstick complimented each other well. Her breast were pushed up in a black leather corset that cinched her waist in slightly. A red, wet looking skirt rested on her hips ending just below her ass cheeks. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail. She blew herself a kiss in the mirror and headed to her playroom.

The room was painted a light blue and had no windows. She had dimmer lights installed before she furnished it but currently had them set to the brightest setting. A chaise sat in one corner, overlooking the entire room. Around the chaise was a variety of cabinets and drawers, all housing different toys. She had quite the collection of dildos, vibrators, electro stimuli, devices for CBT, and much more!

In the middle of the room sat a large cage that looked like it could be used for housing bad dogs, a hospital bed with all sorts of straps hanging from the edges, and a St. Andrew's Cross. The cross was her favorite. It was an ‘X’ shaped piece of furniture with straps for both arms and legs and it suspended the submissive a little bit above the ground. Along the walls of the room were racks, hooks, and tables all holding an assortment of whips, canes, feather dusters, and other fun implements.

Sitting on the chaise, Ryley looked around the room, deciding how she wanted the day to play out. Her doctor wasn’t due to arrive for another hour and a half, giving her just enough time to set up for the day. She pulled an empty metal, medical supply cart to the middle of the room, next to the hospital bed. Rummaging through a couple of drawers and cabinets she came back with a large bottle of lube, a box of gloves, a medium sized dildo, and a cock ring. Arranging the items on the cart, she felt very giddy, like a schoolgirl.


Doctor Connor pulled into the drive of Ryley Blythe's house, as he turned off the car, he steeled himself. He had spent the past couple of days thinking up ways to get her to not tell everyone what had happened, and that he wasn’t going to be her little slave. He took a deep breath, unsure of himself. On one hand, he wanted this, it thrilled and aroused him. On the other hand, he knew how dangerous this could be.

He opened the car door and unsteadily walked up to her door. Ringing the doorbell, he made an effort to control his breathing. While he waited he played over what he was going to say.

“Look, Ryley, I had a lot of fun the other day, but we can’t do this again, and you can’t blackmail me. It’s illegal. I spoke to a lawyer and I could take legal action against you for threatening to ruin my career.” He played these words over and over again in his mind. He had been for the past couple of days. In the middle of practicing his speech, the door opened and he jumped. Looking up his eyes met Ryleys, he forgot how stunning they were. He couldn’t help but assess the rest of her. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in her voluptuous breasts and how they peeked over the top of her corset. He felt his knees go weak when he noticed just how short her skirt was, how long and smooth her legs looked.

“Right on time.” Ryley smiled at him, taking his hand and leading him into the house. “Did you find the place ok?” She asked nonchalantly, looking over her shoulder as she led him to the sitting room, not letting go of his hand.

“Yeah, um, it was easy to find, look we need to talk. Um,” He paused. She was bent over adjusting the cushions on the couch, her ass peeked out from under the skirt and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was on full display and he knew it was planned, but his cock still sprung to attention, rock hard. “Uh...” He blinked, trying to remember what it was he was saying.

Ryley turned to face him, adjusting her skirt as she straightened up. “You were saying we needed to talk?” She laughed. “I agree. Please, sit down.” She motioned toward the chair behind him, and he sat, obediently. “This morning as I was prepping for your arrival, I was thinking of all the ways you could please me. You are a very powerful man and I think we could come to an arrangement that suited us both. Of course, you don’t have to agree to an arrangement, but I do think it would be in your best interest to do so.” Her smile was threatening but her voice was so sweet.

“I, um, what do you have in mind?” He asked, knowing that he should say what he had to say and leave. But he couldn’t, he was too intrigued. He was mesmerized by her foot toying with the heel she had partially slipped off, the way she absentmindedly bounced her leg. He wanted to please her.

She giggled, relishing in his compliance. “Well, considering your place of power in the medical community I was thinking that you could help me get funds to expand my, ah, business.” She said the last word with care and mischief.

“I... I don’t follow.” Confusion flashed across his face.

“I need some equipment for my business. I need more,” She paused, “more furniture and tools. You can help me get those things. See, they aren’t often sold on the common market, and when they are, they need a lot of care. I want new equipment for my business. You can help me get this. And in exchange, I’ll tickle your submissive side and not tell the medical board about your adventure on their time.” She winked at him, knowing she had him where she wanted him, knowing that his career meant everything to him.

“What business? What sort of equipment? Medical equipment? I can’t do that! You have to have a license for most of that stuff, that’s why it isn’t available to the general public.” His voice rose slightly but he knew he’d agree to her demands, no matter how risky, he had already started playing her game, he was already trapped.

“Sure you can, and you will.” She smiled, “I know how much your career means to you, I know that you’ll do anything I say to keep our little secret on the down low.” She laughed, a harsh laugh. “I’ve prepared a list of things for you that I need. But first,” she stood up, and reached for his hand, pulling him to his feet, she led him down the hallway, to her playroom.

She loved making a big show out of the first time a new submissive saw her playroom. She had Connor stand where he couldn’t see into the room as she opened the door, and told him to stay there until called. Once inside she arranged herself on the chaise, in order for the best view of the doctor when he entered the room, and then called him inside.

Connor stepped into the room, unsure of what he was walking into. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the low lighting, his mouth and stomach dropped in unison. Ryley’s playroom was extravagant and a little intimidating. He had never seen a room like this in real life, didn’t think they existed outside of porn. He slowly took in every implement hanging on the walls, every table and cart lining the outskirts of the room, and then the furniture displayed in the middle of the room and the medical cart beside the hospital bed. Part of his conscious said to run, run far away and fuck his career, but another part pushed for him to stay and see what sort of pleasure awaited him. Finally, his eyes found Ryley, she was laid out on a chaise in the corner, hand resting on her hip, a cocky smile playing across her lips.

“Welcome to my playroom.” She said, arrogance and pride dripping off of every word. She bounded off of the chaise and sauntered over to him. Stroking his face, she whispered, we are going to have so much fun today. She took him by the hand again and led him toward the hospital bed. “Remove your clothes.” She stated simply, causing him to turn a bright shade of red, but he obliged. Once he was completely nude and very uncomfortable she demanded him to lay on the bed, he obeyed.

Ryley took her time tightening the various straps. One across his ankles, another across his thighs, one for each wrist, and finally one around his neck. He looked uncomfortable at the thought of the one around his neck but allowed her to strap him down regardless. With a devilish sexy grin on her face, Ryley pulled two medical gloves from the box on the table and slipped her dainty hands into them. The popping sound they made against her skin when she released the bottom of the glove caused goosebumps to rise across Connor’s bare skin.

When she turned back around, she had the cock ring in one hand and a tiny vibrator in the other. She smiled at the doctor, “I’m going to slip this onto your cock and then get you nice and hard for me.” His pupils widened at the thought of her touching his dick and he nodded his head in agreement. Ryley took her time slipping the cock ring down to the base of his dick and around his balls. By the time she had it secured, he was already semi-­hard. She pumped a few dollops of lube into her gloved hand and spread it around over the glove. When her gloved hand was glistening with the sticky lube, she picked up his cock and begin stroking it. Ryley started with long, agonizingly slow strokes. He steadily grew harder under her touch but craved shorter faster strokes. She took her time, working him up to a throbbing, rock hard dick. When she could feel his pulse rushing through his cock she picked up the pace for a couple of pumps, causing moans to slip from Connor’s lips, before turning on the vibrator. Holding his dick by the head, she gently rubbed the vibrator up his shaft, around the head, and back down again. She repeated this until he was leaking pre­cum.

Reaching behind her she grabbed the dildo. She stopped teasing him with the vibrator long enough to lube up the dildo, then went back to coaxing precum from his rock hard cock. With one hand controlling the vibrator, she used the other hand to guide the dildo against the doctor’s tight little asshole. He tensed up when he felt the cold tip touch him, but relaxed as she merely pushed on the outside and massaged his little hole with the tip of the dildo.

When the doctor was moaning and precum was flowing freely, Ryley leaned forward, said “Don’t you dare cum without permission,” and pushed the entire dildo into his ass without warning. He screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure, his asshole clenching around the dildo, his cock twitching with the need for release. Ryley set a pace with the dildo to match her teasing with the vibrator. Now, not only was he leaking precum, but the tip of his cock was purple with need. She turned off the vibrator, keeping pace with the dildo, and set it aside. Using her now free hand she gave him a couple of slow strokes. At the touch of her hand, he involuntarily attempted to arch his back, pushing against his restraints.

“Do you want to cum?” She asked him teasingly, an impish grin playing across her features.

Furiously nodding his head, Connor muttered out, “Yes, please, so badly!”

“Then you’ll do exactly as I say and get me anything I want.” She laughed, “Or else every orgasm will end like this one.” With that she pushed the dildo completely into Connor’s ass, and quickly stroked his cock, his moans grew louder, “You can cum.” She laughed, relishing in the fact that he had no idea what was coming.

Almost immediately his cock started shooting white cum up his stomach, and Ryley removed her hand and the dildo at the precise moment, ruining his orgasm. He moaned with defeat. This was only his second time cumming that week, and both had been ruined! He was frustrated and angry but wanted more. He wanted her hand back on his cock. He needed to feel her touching him again.

“Yes, Mistress Ryley. Anything you desire.” He sighed.

Ryley laughed as she grabbed a cloth from the draw on the medical cart. She started wiping up the cum on his abdomen and chest. He loved the way it felt. Taking the cloth, covered in his cum, she held it up to his mouth and demanded he suck on it. The expression on his face was a mix of defeat and disgust, but he opened his mouth and accepted the cloth. Eager to please he sucked until Ryley was satisfied and removed the cloth. Happy with his obedience, she then explained that she now owned his cock and that he was not allowed to play with it without her permission. While she explained this, she slipped a chastity device over his now mostly limp dick and clipped a lock into place.

Finally, she undid his straps and allowed him to sit up. His body ached from being restrained so tightly, his balls hurt from not being able to reach full release, and his ego hurt from being completely under her control. But he knew it was too late, he was helpless to her cruel ways and sexual appeal.

Ryley was relaxing on her chaise, watching him clean up and dress. She enjoyed the way he slightly shook as if the session was nearly too much for him. She had removed her gloves and was twirling her hair around her fingers, already planning out their next session.

When Connor was dressed and had collected himself, she lead him out to the door, handed him her list of demands, and told him when to meet her next.

He had a week to meet her demands. A mere week to gather her items. An entire week without being graced with her presence or attention. A full seven days of not being allowed to even touch his cock, much less get off. The chastity cage felt heavy and unnatural as he walked to his car. An unnatural, uncomfortable bulge in his pants. A reminder that his cock, much like his life now, no longer belonged to him. What else could Ryley possibly take from him?

*To be continued. . . . *