THE DOCTOR
By ZuluWarLord
All Rights Reserved by Author
I had seen her in the E/R, the most intelligent and competent doctor I had seen in a while. I heard that she had graduated from the top her class from Howard Medical School. If she has 1 bad quality, it is how she treats everyone. Not her patients, but the nursing staff, other doctors (not up to her standards) and especially us, the Paramedics. You would think we were bothering her instead of saving lives also.
I had finally talked the chief into posting a schedule for ride along, in the E/R. Not five minutes later I see her name on the list. Dr. Cindy Morgan, Saturday Noon to 11:00 PM. Damn, that’s my shift. Oh well, I have never backed down from a challenge, EVER! Besides, I am the best Paramedic here. I may not be a doctor but I have just as much intelligence as she does.
Saturday, 12:05 PM; “Yo, Chris where is she, have you seen her?” Chris is my partner; she’s a rookie I broke in, a fantastic Paramedic and fine! A thick, tight chocolate sista with pretty white teeth and a smile to melt your world. When she first arrived here I wondered why she didn’t have a man? “Don’t have anytime for the games,” she would say. “I don’t know Bear, haven’t seen her.” I reply, “just as I thought, all talk and no game!” I look up at Chris and I know that the smile she has on her face means Morgan is right behind me, huh?
“What’s that supposed to mean Mr. Nash?” I turn around and we are face to face, inches apart. “Please don’t call me Mr. Nash. That’s a name only a select few call me.” I can see the chocolate covered Chris blush from across the garage. “However you can call me Bear, it’s my street name.”
As the bell rings, first call of the day. It’s a domestic violence call; he beat the shit out of her. She got him back though; she cut his balls off, for real! I handled the call skillfully as well as Chris. At the hospital, Dr. Morgan, Cindy is in the report room with me. “You did decent out there.” Decent? I thought, what ever, but reply “Thank you.” She continues; “I despise weak women, why would she stay with someone who beats her? I don’t understand.” I disagree with her, “I think it takes a strong willed woman to put up with that crap. It took a hell of a lot for her to fight back. I admire her strength.” Cindy says, “yeah, well I would never stand for someone hitting on me, under any circumstances.” I smile and she notices. “What’s that all about?” I’m looking around; “you’re talking to me?” She is sitting up in her chair, “yes I am, what are you smiling about.” Now, she’s pissed! “Nothing Dr. Morgan, nothing at all.” The subject is dropped as we are dispatched for another call. It was a pretty busy day all in all. We finally get back to the station and put the rig up, sign out and we are ready to go home.
I am about to walk out when Doc Morgan stops me. “Bear, I think we have a conversation to finish.” Chris comes out of the locker room and I excuse myself from Dr. Morgan for a minute, speaking to my partner. Chris looks over my shoulder, smiles and says, “as you wish, Mr. Nash.” Chris leaves and we are alone to talk, finally.
I now, for the first time, really look at Cynthia. A very pretty red-bone, short curly hair, but it looks good with her slender, kissable neck. Succulent thick lips that ought to be, you know wrapped around my dick. I can tell she is an avid runner. She has a small but extremely muscular body. I wonder what she s running from?
“What would that be Cynthia?” She looks surprised; “Oh we’re on a first name basis now? And formal even?” I answer her, “for now we are. What do we have to talk about?” Holding open the door for her to walk out as we speak. “About that woman this morning. You were acting like she wanted to be in that situation. Like she wanted to be beaten.” I am watching her intently; I could easily loose myself in her gray eyes for hours. Damn she’s beautiful. She continues, “no woman wants to be in a situation like that, its crazy to even think like that!”
“I agree with you Cynthia, a loveless relationship is worthless. Remember that there is a thin line between love and hate and she hated him but passionately! However, there is the other side of that coin.” She looks disturbed and pauses to get her keys out of her pocket; “What the hell do you mean?” Continuing on, “understand something, my job is to assess and treat people, quickly and efficiently. I have been doing this for ten years. I have had all day to assess you and do you want to know what I think?” She smiles; “this should be interesting.”
I have never been one to hold anything back. I can be tactful, if I want, but I need shock value here to take her off balance a bit; “My assessment of you is that you run so much so no one can catch you. You’re mean and distant to keep people away, particularly men. I don’t know who hurt you but he did a dammed good job! That’s the big reason for the attitude.” The smile slowly disappears. I reach for and hold her hand firmly and give it a light, gentle kiss. I look deeply into her eyes. The air is rich and thick; I can almost taste her sweat. I see her lips part she breathes deeply. I can feel that she is secure in me, with just words and a simple touch.
“Cynthia look at me.” She raised her head slightly and slowly. I am melting with the piercing stare, but I stay strong. “I am going home now. I expect you to follow me there. I am letting you take your car for this reason only. I want you to have the option to make up your mind as we travel.” She looks like a lost child. “Option?” She says. “Yes, it’s your option. Because when we get to my home I am going to fuck you, probably until you pass out, but only after you beg me to.” She is startled out of our hypnotic gaze. I can see and feel her get flushed and warm. Her nipples are poking through her thin shirt. “Before that Cynthia, I am going to beat that ass of yours and I am going to do that only after you ask me.”
Her eyes lock back onto mine and she is speechless.
“Now, get in your car and follow me home. But before you leave I want you to take off your panties and give them to me.” She smiles, “okay, I’ll be back.”
“Where do you think you are going?”
“You said you wanted my panties, right?” I nod in agreement. “I’m going to the bathroom and take them off.” I re-enforced my sternness with a look. “You mean you want me to take them off right hear, right now!” I don’t answer her, but she knows that is exactly what I mean. “You can’t be serious, you cant expect...” Without saying a word, I extend my hand.
She glances around and sees that we are alone in the night. She slowly unbuckles her belt and jeans, then swings her sexy hips slowly, almost gyrating, left to right. Wriggling out of her jeans. She’s wearing turquoise French cut panties that show the top of her thighs. I LIKE IT! She pulls her jeans of. Another quick look around and down come the panties. She is naked from the waist down, now I am speechless. The contrast of her dark brown, neatly trimmed, pubic hair is great with the light skin of her pelvis area. I can feel my arousal growing.
She hands me the underwear and begins to put her jeans back on. “No, no, no I’ll take those as well.” She hesitates but looks into my eyes again and hands me the jeans. “Thank you, now get to your car and let’s go. If you want your jeans and panties back just flash your headlights, I’ll return them to you.” She runs to her car and I call her back. “Cynthia, please, take your time, walk slowly, I enjoy watching that sweet, sweet ass.” She begins walking away, quickly at first but a gentle reminder, a slap on the right butt cheek. “Slowly please,” I say.
The entire ride home I am praying that her head lights don’t even flicker. The panties I have in my charge are filled with her perfume, Red Door I believe, and pussy juice, uuummm. We pull into the driveway of my home and she follows me inside. The aroma of her tender pussy is still in my nose. The lights are on and the door is unlocked. “Bear do you have a wife or roommates? Why are the lights on?” I grin but don’t answer. I open the door for her. She pauses only momentarily, then continues in. I follow her in and close and lock the door. We walk into the living room and there is a single glass of wine, waiting for me. The entire house is filled with scented candles; the fragrance even makes me heady.
Cynthia is standing in the archway, ready to run away; “Come here and stand in front of me, I want to admire you in the light.” Slowly she strolls over to me, suddenly she’s scared and surprised. She sees a familiar face in different clothing though. Cynthia is puzzled as Christine wanders in from a room down the hall. Christine is wearing a burgundy corset with matching stockings. She doesn’t wear panties, I don’t allow that. She has very nice legs that are that are accentuated by the 4-inch stiletto pumps. She moves quickly to the side of my chair and kneels, waiting.
“You see Cynthia, I have the other side of that coin we were speaking of earlier. Christine is a very strong woman. It takes her being a strong woman to give herself to me. She trusts and loves me and I return it to her. There is nothing she would not do for me and vice versa. Before you start trippin, no I am not a player; you are the first and only woman to come here with us. We don’t make it a habit of picking up people. Be secure in that. Christine help Cynthia with the rest of her cloths.” Christine responds quickly; “Yes sir.”
As Christine begins to take Cynthia s cloths off I can see the uneasiness take her over. “Cynthia, relax nothing will happen unless you want it to, I promise.” She responds, “I’m not a lesbian!” Christine and I begin to laugh; “Neither is Christine, but she does think that you are very beautiful as do I.
“Sir, may I speak?”
“Please do Christine.”
“Cynthia, I will help you with your training, I won’t do anything unless Master says that it is alright. He wont do anything unless you ask him, believe me. I was more reluctant than you.” They are now looking each other in the eyes, Christine smiles; “its okay.” I see that smile from Cynthia that was there earlier. “She’s going to be fine. Go and get her cleaned up and then bring her down to the room. Also Christine, give her some insight on what to do and how to act. That’s your job, don’t disappoint me.”
“Yes sir, Ill make sure that I inform her totally.”
“Very good. I say; I shall see you two soon, don’t start without me...”
About 40 minutes later, they enter “The room.” They are both so very elegant. Christine in her burgundy ensemble and Cynthia in nothing but a white bathrobe. I see she is looking around the room to find out what she is in for. “Cynthia, this room is designed to my wants and needs. It has everything that I want, ranging from a rack to different types of restraints; I love ropes the best. I have several types of vibrators and paddles and even a few horse benches.” Christine is kneeling over by the wall, as she is to do. I walk over to Cynthia and begin to caress her face; “Your skin is so very smooth, I really like touching you. Do you like the feel of my hand on your body?” I begin to slip off the bathrobe.
She replies in almost a whisper; “yes, your hands are very soft.” I am noticing that she has forgotten something and Christine notices also, I see her swallow nervously. I continue rubbing and gently caressing her face and neck, down her spine. I notice how erect her nipples are. I continue down to her tight, dimpled buttocks. “You know Cynthia, I have been do this with Christine for about four years now. I have a great deal of experience with making you want things you never knew existed. Do you believe that?” I can feel her body moving with the touch of my hands, she is almost ready. “Yes, yes I do.” My hands are now exploring the flat smooth abdomen of my new submissive. Moving up to her taught breast. She is beginning to breathe harder and faster; “Yes,” she breathes. I move away from her quickly. “No!” I say. Her eyes pop open and she stops. “What’s wrong, what did I do?” I move over to Christine and stare at her. “I thought I asked you to inform her of the formalities. I am slightly disappointed Christine.”
I turn to Cynthia and to ask her a question. “Cynthia, dear, were you told how to properly address me?” She turns red and remembers what her brief education was. She looks at me and fears answering. “It’s okay, you can answer.”
“Sir, please forgive me I lost myself in your touch Master.”
“Why, I can forgive you, you’re a novice. On the other hand Christine, she knew what I wanted and failed to accomplish the task. Cynthia what should I do to her?” Their eyes meet with each other and form a non-verbal communication between them.
“Don’t worry I know what to do. Christine to the horse please.” She quickly moves to the padded horse and lies on it, belly down. I secure her legs, feet and wrist to either leg of the horse. Her ass is perfectly displayed, poking up in the air. The tension in the room is electric. I turn to Cynthia and look her directly in the eyes; “You see this is what happens when the orders are not followed to the tee. I need to enforce the rules, is that correct Christine. “
“Yes sir, you are correct. Please sir help me understand your view.”
“Cynthia come here please, I would like you to see this close up. Watch how her ass twitches when the contact is made. I love to use a cat o nine tails on her, but she really loves the way the riding crop feels. This is for me though, so I will use the hairbrush.”
Cynthia’s eyes are glued to Christine’s ass as I draw back and smack. Christine lets out a little whimper. Again, on the other cheek and again and again. Her ass is even beginning to get red. I reach out my hand and rub her butt cheeks. Christine lets out a moan of passion that makes Cynthia jump back.
“You see Cynthia even though she is being punished she still gets affection. The caressing of her wounds is my way of saying thank you for giving me your trust. Give me that oil in the white bottle. Thank you. I put this on so it doesn’t leave any bruises, it also feels very good. As a matter of fact you can put it on.” She looks over her shoulder at me and I give her a nod of approval. She pours the freesia scent oil in her hands and rubs them together. When she begins to massage the reddened ass in front of her, the moan that comes out of Christine’s mouth is almost earth shattering.
“Can you feel how warm her ass is from the blows she has received? Do you see how she appreciates having her cheeks rubbed? Can you imagine how that feels Cynthia?” I can see how aroused she is becoming. She likes rubbing the oil on Christine’s aching bottom, I have her! “Do you smell how aroused she is from just a few moments of intense love. Would you like to taste her Cynthia?” She looks at me as her fingers slip into her damp cunt. The moans increase and so does the volume. Cynthia bends over and takes in a deep sniff of her new friend’s pussy. Her tongue protrudes ever so carefully just to bearly touch the lips of her restrained counterpart.
As Cynthia bends over her ass sticks up in the air perfectly for me. I reach out and run my hands over the tight ass, she is now moaning. I can see moisture forming on the outside of her thick pussy lips. “Do you want it Cynthia? Do you want to feel how much I really care for you? “
“Oh yes Master, please, please show me?”
“What do you want Cynthia, tell me what you want!”
“Please, just do it Master, please don’t make me beg! “
She is talking in between lick and kissing the pussy in her face. She is taunting me by pushing her ass further up in the air and rocking it back and forth.” I need you to tell me what you want Cynthia, I need you to beg for what you want.”
“Please Master, I need to feel you spank my ass. I want you to beat my ass with you crop! Please Master I want it, I will do anything for you please let me feel your love!”
That is what I wanted to head as I draw back and release my swing over MY new ass! As the riding crop pops her ass, she jumps and yelps at the same time. She never missed a lick and Christine is close to orgasm. I come down again on Cynthia’s ass several times, she takes it like she born to. Just short of Christine’s orgasm I remove Cynthia’s mouth from the pussy of her playmate.
“Oh Master please don’t make me stop now, I want to finish her off, please?”
“I am sorry dear, but no one comes unless I give them permission. However I will continue to give you attention, if you want it?”
“Yes master, please release me. I need your help, please continue.”
I grab my favorite rope and secure her hands in front of her. I then lift her hands over her head and secure them to the top of the rack. Each leg is snuggly secured to the bottom legs of the device. I now have total access to her breast, ass and pussy. She is mine! I start by rubbing her stinging ass; “How does that feel Cynthia? Can you tolerate it? Does this feel good to the fire burning on your ass?” She answers by moaning; “I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s see what we can do now. I love the way your breast look and feel. Your nipples are lovely. May I taste them?”
“Yes Master, I am yours to do with as you please.”
I suck and lick and bite on her nipples, I think she is close to having an orgasm, so I stop. I grab the hairbrush and run it up and down her ass cheeks. She is pushing her ass back against the brush; “I think my new pupils want to feel the hairbrush on her ass, is that right?”
“Yes sir, I am begging you to warm my ass, please!”
“I will my love, but for now you just have to watch. Christine is there something that you would like now?”
“Yes sir, may I please have an orgasm sir, please?”
“I think I can handle that.” I grab her favorite 3-speed vibrator. It has a little handle that comes off the front that works on her clit. I grab it as she is still bound to the horse; “Open wide love here it comes.” She is trying to open wider but can’t, her restraints are too tight. I manage to work the vibrator into her tight spot and turn it around so the arm can manipulate her clit. I secure the vibrator inside her with a special strap that keeps it in place. It’s turned on to the third speed. I can now turn my attention back to Cynthia. She is so wet the juice from her insides is running down her thigh. I can even wipe it up with my fingers.
“Umm, that taste good. You are ready huh?” she is nodding. I begin again with the paddle on each cheek and rubbing her ass after each swat. I can feel the heat from her ass and her pussy, the intensity is building; I can feel that your orgasm is approaching, am I correct?”
“Yes sir you are.”
I get the oil and begin to massage her ass. The scent from her pussy is mixing with the oil and I am almost at the point to where I need to cum. The muscular ass in my hand is making it hard to conceal my erection as well.
“Master my I ask a question?”
“Yes, you may.”
“Please Sir, would you fuck me, fuck me from behind and spank my ass with the hair brush, I am begging you to Sir, Please!”
“What do you think about that Christine, she… never mind.”
Christine is about to have another mind-blowing orgasm. I can hear her screaming.
“Well, since she is engaged in her orgasm, let’s get ours.”
I step up behind Cynthia and drop my trousers. Finally my dick is out in the open looking for something to plow. I also have my hair brush handy too. I go to push into her sweet, tight pussy and almost fall in. She is so wet and so very tight. I begin to push into her wetness faster and harder. The hairbrush begins to swing wildly on her ass. Cynthia is pushing back so hard I am almost loosing my balance. There she goes one orgasm, then another and yet another. I can feel my dick swelling and erupting inside of her. She has not stopped though, she wants another orgasm. I am smacking her ass with the hairbrush and she is still fucking my dick. Suddenly, she lets out a massive scream. The combination she feels of the exotic pain on her ass and the waves of her fourth or fifth orgasm is too much for her. Her body is limp and her breathing heavy, she has passed out.
I quickly come to my senses and release her from her binds and turn around and remove the vibrator from Christine’s pussy. She drops to the ground and we hold each other for awhile. Cynthia is still asleep.
The next morning Cynthia wakes up and we are already gone. She finds her cloths that have been washed and ironed. She also notices that she has been bathed and rubbed down with our special oil. Her pussy aches some but not ass much as her ass. She dresses and finds breakfast on the table for her. She sits there and weeps, both tears of joy and sorrow, and goes to work.
When she arrives at the hospital she is happy. She is talking to everyone. One of the nurses brings her a basket of oils and bath products. She reads the note and tears roll down her face. The note reads. I love you, can you tell how much? I am now begging you, join us forever or as long as you want. You can now join Christine in calling me Mr. Nash.
I walk into the E/R bringing a patient for her. We look at each other, smile and she nods and says; “as long as I want? Thank you Mr. Nash, …thank you.”