Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play) (3 page)

I didn't even get to struggle, not that it would've meant anything with the restraints around my limbs.

For good or ill, the lobby was empty. Dr. Brent led staff and me back outside and into the parking garage where a medical transport van waited for us. It belonged to his clinic which meant that Adrian could keep me under his authority, at least until whatever legal loophole he used ran out.

After all, it wasn't like he could just adopt me and decide I required constant care indefinitely.

Could he?

That question and one hundred others swirled through my head as they loaded me into the back of the van and slammed the door shut. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I heard the click of a lock.

Adrian and Tony sat up front, so I was left to the tender mercies of Valerie. For the most part, she didn't say anything as we drove through the city. Occasionally we stopped at red lights, but with my eyes and the ceiling and unable to do anything more than blink or squirm a little bit, I had no way of telling where we were headed aside from my best guess.

After several minutes had passed, Valerie glanced around as though she worried someone might be listening in before she leaned down. Her mouth was close to my ear, and I could tell she wanted to say something very important. My heart sped up, and I started to wonder if maybe she was going to help me somehow.

"This is going to be very important. You need to remember what I'm about to tell you." The drugs must've been wearing off, at least a little bit, because I managed to nod my head a fraction of an inch. "Good," she said. "When you wonder why this is happening, you need to think about how you acted like a complete bitch. He thought you could get away with breaking his heart? Oh no. And now you're going to pay for it."

Valerie grinned down at me, but she didn't want to help me. She wanted to punish me. Right then, I could see the flicker of jealousy and how much she wanted Adrian. She must've been so envious of me over the two years when he and I were together. Now, she would be able to take out all those frustrations because I wasn't the boss’s wife anymore.

Now I was just a patient.

My best guess turned out to be right because when the doors opened again, they rolled out my gurney and we were at the back entrance into my husband's clinic. There wasn't anyone there to greet us, but then Adrian already had two of his employees there to make sure I didn't cause any trouble.

They opened the back entrance for me and wheeled me down one of the secondary hallways. Adrian called this place a clinic, though it seemed big enough to be its own hospital. "Her sedative will last much longer, so Nurse Valerie, I want you to get her bathed and ready for the examination."

“Yes, Doctor.”

Adrian turned back to me and stroked my cheek for several seconds. "Don't worry, Melanie. I'm going to take very good care of you." With those words, he smiled down at me and I knew he had very big plans for me.

I regained enough sensation to swallow. He touched my neck and shook his head. “No reason to be scared of the doctor, little girl. I’m going to make you feel all better. We’re going to work on your behaviors so that you’re a happy, healthy, obedient girl.”

Obedient?

He turned to the nurse. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, Doctor,” she said with that simpering little bow of hers.

“Good. I’ll be back to check on her once you finish getting her ready.” He patted me on the head. Instantly, the urge to snap back at him or bite his finger flashed through me. The instinct to pant with anger simmered through me, not that those feelings meant anything. My body was no longer my own.

Doctor Adrian Brent

Back in my office, I finished some paperwork. A few of my side projects included contracts with the government which meant I had to deal with an endless stream of paperwork. Even though much of my work remained classified with one agency or another, they insisted on keeping me busy with these forms and documents.

It didn’t make sense to me.

Once I slogged through as much as that stuff as I could reasonably handle without losing my mind, I turned back to checking on my patients. We dealt primarily with the wealthy, though I included some pro-bono work to make sure no one paid too much attention to my facility. We had a few children who were in for minor surgery. Then two patients were wealthy young women who insisted there was something wrong with me. I assumed it was primarily two cases of boredom, but again, their parents invested with me, so I didn’t have much choice in whether or not to treat them.

Satisfied that they were all in the capable hands of my associates and employees, I leaned back and grinned. Yes, the practice of medicine was an incredible thing. Few people could understand how it felt to study the human body with this sort of intensity.

So much of the world happened unnoticed, I thought. No one really took the time to understand how things work. The average person couldn’t explain the mechanics of a car’s engine or how the internet worked. It seemed even stranger to me that few individuals bothered to learn about their own bodies.

With a sigh, I shook my head and decided that it was just a function of time. People have a lot going on in their lives. Just look at my beautiful wife. She burned so much energy with her charities and volunteer work that she had no idea I would have her committed for attempted robbery.

Because what she had done was nothing less than theft. I was certain she had some sort of justification for her actions. Well, I wasn’t going to stand for it.

After about forty minutes of dealing with the niceties of running a state-of-the-art clinic, I gave in and clicked on my clinic’s surveillance system. A few clicks later, a new window opened on my screen. It flashed open to one of the wash rooms.

Valerie had already drawn a bath for my wife. Some of the drugs had worn off but their influence could still be read in Melanie’s body language. Valerie had Melanie down in the tug. With her hands secured by nylon restraints, Melanie occasionally tugged on the straps, but her fight was half-hearted at best.

The sedative kept Melanie nice and cooperative. She could kick and thrash against those chemical bonds, but it wouldn’t mean very much. Legs spread and dipped in the warm water of a large bath tub, she waited there and watched as Nurse Valerie lathered up a sponge and ran it down the length of Melanie’s body.

Valerie started with my wife’s neck. She then worked the sponge down to her breasts. I smirked as Valerie took some extra time on Melanie’s breasts. She circled the sponge along those gorgeous little globes. Leaning back, I smiled at the screen and recalled how very good she felt.

Melanie had delightfully sensitive nipples. Those nubs would perk up at the slightest provocation. Judging from the bright blush touching Melanie’s cheeks, I guessed that she was boiling with humiliation and shame.

Through the room’s microphone, I heard everything Valerie said. She employed her most cutesy and patronizing tone of voice. “There’s a good girl. Yes, you like being a patient here, don’t you? It’s so easy now because you have all of these great people to take care of you. So right now, we’re going to get you nice and clean.”

Nurse Valerie took up the cup, filled it with water, and poured it down my wife’s chest. I zoomed in on her breasts and smiled even more widely. It was an incredible view.

Satisfied that her breasts were finally clean, Valerie scrubbed her stomach. She took several seconds, and in that time, Melanie fought off enough of the sedative to shake her head. Her chin quivered from side to side as she worked through the paralyzing effects of that specialized drug.

It was fun watching Melanie battle her own physiology. She was going up against biology and chemistry. Certain she would fail, I shook my head and enjoyed the show. Melanie didn’t know it yet, but I planned on recording every moment of her treatment.

Eyes wide, Melanie tried to get Valerie to stop, but her nurse continued, “This is going to be good for you. You’re going to stay nice and calm for me. And because you’re going to behave so well, you’ll get a nice treat. I’m going to make sure you get some relief. Isn’t that wonderful?”

I grinned because Valerie was going to make my wife orgasm. Nurse Valerie had asked for permission earlier this day, so I wasn’t surprised.

Clearly, Melanie hadn’t expected this tactic.

“But first, let’s get you nice and clean and ready for Doctor Brent.” A few quiet and mumbled whimpers made it from Melanie, but she couldn’t get out anything coherent or compelling.

The sponge slid down Melanie’s torso, past her pubis, and stopped right between the patient’s legs. Melanie lifted her hands and raised her legs, but the nylon restraints only allowed for a few inches of movement before they went taut and kept her in place. Valerie didn’t stop. She swirled the sponge between Melanie’s thighs, teasing her slit.

Melanie opened her mouth again in another vain attempt to beg or argue. Sure, she had sensitive nipples, but her slit was even more vulnerable. It took very little to get her slick and hot and ready for penetration.

“There we go,” Valerie said deliberately. “There we go. Good girl. You like that, don’t you?” The nurse kept stroking and teasing my wife. Perhaps I should have been jealous, but then I was perfectly aware of how much Melanie hated the idea of being with another girl. This sense of humiliation and powerlessness would be a useful part of her treatment.

Valerie did a nice job of reading my wife’s expression. Melanie’s lips tightened as she tried to resist her body’s natural inclinations. As a matter of course, she believed that her orgasms should have been under her control. A climax should have been subject to her sense of self and will. It was just one way my wife didn’t understand science.

For her part, Valerie knew better. She understood how the right strokes and caresses and stimuli against the correct parts of the body could elicit a climax. The subject’s desires were completely irrelevant. It didn’t matter whether or not Melanie wanted to be aroused by another woman. Those tantalizing touches would speed her heart rate and make her horny, and nothing Melanie did could change that fact.

Just as Melanie was about to come, Valerie pulled her sudsy hand and sponge from the warm water. She let her hands drip for a second before setting the sponge aside.

With her total focus directed at Valerie, Melanie seemed confused for several seconds. It was like her aroused brain didn’t know how to process what was happening to her. An involuntary groan escaped my wife’s pretty mouth. Melanie couldn’t help herself, not when that delicious vaginal stimulation suddenly disappeared.

She didn’t suffer from desperation though, not when Nurse Valerie lifted a razor blade. “Now, if you want to come, sweetie, you’re going to have to be nice and still for me. Do this, and I’ll give you that treat we talked about. Okay?”

This time, Melanie managed to shake her head more fervently. The drug wouldn’t last much longer, but I had faith in my subordinate. Valerie knew her business so she quickly and efficiently began to slice away that unwanted body hair from my wife’s body. Inch by inch, she made sure Melanie would be nice and smooth for the next part of her treatment.

With the steel blade so close to some of her most sensitive bits, Melanie went very still. She became completely cooperative as my nurse worked.

Nurse Valerie worked the razor like an artist with a paint brush. Stroke by stroke, she removed most of my patient’s body hair. Valerie shaved away Melanie’s pubic hair as well as the hair from beneath my patient’s arms. It was slow, careful work. And when she finished, Valerie smirked down at the captive patient and asked, “Are you ready for your treat, sweetie? You’ve been so very good, so now you deserve it.”

Having calmed down, Melanie tried to shake her head again. Although she made her position and desires very clear, Valerie took up a pair of latex gloves. She snapped them onto her fingers, dipped her hand into the water, and quickly found my wife’s pussy.

Melanie was adorable as she tried to hold off on that biological imperative. She strained against the restraints, but Melanie couldn’t break free. And with every second, Valerie’s latex-coated fingers stroked and teased against my wife’s clitoris. Little by little, Melanie flushed and splashed the water. She was holding out better than I might have expected.

Yet within a minute, perhaps two, the orgasm bloomed through Melanie’s body. Her lips shook and she gasped, whimpering as the pleasure rushed throughout her flesh. Melanie’s lips and cheeks scrunched up, but she couldn’t help herself. The orgasm couldn’t be stopped, no matter how ashamed or violated Melanie felt.

Shaking my head, I minimized the screen and went back to work.

Melanie Brent

After that horrid nurse shaved off my body hair, she dried me off and walked me back to my room. By that point, I could move around on my feet, but just barely. She held me up and picked my direction for me. It wasn’t hard. I was as weak as a kitten.

With expert maneuvers, Nurse Valerie got me back to my room. Then she nudged me down onto the hospital bed and secured my arms and legs. The straps were medical grade, each one made from that brown leather and white cotton.

At each step, I resisted. I fought back with everything I had, which turned out to be basically nothing. I was too weak, and she was too well trained. At one point, I tried to lift my arm to smack her, but Valerie noticed and forced my hand down to the bed’s sheets. She held me down almost as a side thought.