Bondage Doc

The Video Vignette: “Bondage Doc”

In the dimly lit examination room, the air was thick with anticipation. Dr. Sinclair, a middle-aged physician with a penchant for the unorthodox, sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed upon his next patient. The door creaked open, and in stumbled Emily, a young, voluptuous woman, her wrists bound behind her back, a gag around her mouth.

Dr. Sinclair’s eyes widened with delight as he beheld his new subject. “Well, well, what have we here?” he mused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I must say, your entrance was quite…unconventional.”

The doctor rose from his chair and sauntered over to Emily, circling her like a predator surveying its prey. He noticed the way her ample bosom heaved with each breathing, the way her hips swayed as she shifted her weight. He could see the fear in her eyes, but also a glimmer of excitement, of intrigue.

“Now, my dear,” he said softly, “we have some work to do. Tell me, have you been a naughty girl?”

Emily could only nod, her gag muffling any response. Dr. Sinclair chuckled, reaching out to caress her cheek. “As I suspected. No matter. We’ll soon have you sorted out.”

He gestured for her to sit on the examination table, which she did with some difficulty, her bound wrists making her movements awkward. Once she was seated, Dr. Sinclair produced a stethoscope and proceeded to listen to her heartbeat.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, “a bit quick, aren’t you? Perhaps you’re looking forward to your examination?”

Emily squirmed on the table, a pink blush coloring her cheeks. Dr. Sinclair smiled knowingly and set the stethoscope aside.

“Now, let’s take a look at you,” he said, his hands beginning to explore her body. “So soft,” he murmured, “so responsive.”

As his fingers roamed, he could feel her skin prickling with goosebumps, could see the change in her breathing, the way her nipples hardened beneath her clothes. He lingered on her curves, delaying the inevitable stripping of her garments.

Finally, with great purpose, he tugged at the laces of her corset, releasing her from its tight confines. Her breasts spilled out, full and round, and he couldn’t help but lower his mouth to them, one then the other, worshipping them with his lips and tongue.

Emily arched her back, desperate for more of his touch, more of his attention. Dr. Sinclair knew he had her right where he wanted her, and he took his time, savoring every gasp and moan that she elicited.

He slipped his hand beneath her skirts, finding the heat of her through the thin fabric of her undergarments. She was already damp, already eager, and he rubbed his fingers against her, teasing her through the barrier of her clothes.

“Ahhh, you’re such a naughty girl,” he whispered in her ear. “I think we need to find a punishment for you.”

He produced a wicked-looking paddle, carved from polished wood and strapped into the palm of his hand. Emily’s eyes widened at the sight of it, but before she could react, Dr. Sinclair had administering a sharp smack to her most sensitive area.

She yelped through her gag, her body jolting at the stinging sensation. But the next spank was followed by a stroking of her slick folds, and the one after that by a dip of his fingers into her depths.

“That’s it,” Dr. Sinclair cooed, “take your punishment. You’re being such a good girl.”

He continued the punishment, blending pleasure and pain with each strike of the paddle, each thrust of his fingers. And soon, despite herself, Emily could feel her orgasm building, could feel the heat spiraling within her core.

With a particularly hard slap, he sent her over the edge, her body convulsing, her scream of ecstasy muffled by the gag. Dr. Sinclair held her close as she rode out the waves of pleasure, his hands gentle on her skin.

As she came down from her high, he loosened the gag and removed her blindfold. She blinked in the light, disoriented but satiated. Dr. Sinclair smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Well,” he said, “I’d say that was a productive examination. Shall we schedule another for later this week?”

Emily, too spent to answer, simply nodded, her cheeks burning as she savored the lingering sensations of their encounter. She knew she was hooked, and that there was no escape from the clutches of the Bondage Doc.

…And so concludes our salacious tale about the video classified as Amateur and with the associated tags: