Goddess Lucia transformed her dungeon into a faux medical cl..
🕑 Added 2023-10-19 17:40:02 +0000 UTC
Goddess Lucia transformed her dungeon into a faux medical clinic, sterile in appearance but laden with an air of illicit excitement. Donning a white lab coat over her latex bodysuit and stiletto heels, she looked like a fusion between a healthcare professional and a dominatrix—exactly the blend that made her submissive, Greg, quiver with anticipation.
"You're here for your check-up, aren't you?" Lucia asked, her voice clinical but tinged with amusement.
"Yes, Doctor Lucia," Greg replied nervously, already lying on the examination table, his eyes darting towards the assortment of medical instruments neatly arranged on a stainless steel cart next to him.
Lucia began by strapping his arms and legs to the table, ensuring he was properly 'secured' for his examination. She then donned a pair of latex gloves with a snapping sound that sent a shiver down Greg's spine.
"Let's check your reflexes first," she cooed, picking up a reflex hammer. The testing was less about genuine medical evaluation and more about establishing her control, her light taps becoming progressively stronger, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and discomfort.
Satisfied, Lucia moved to the next phase of her 'medical examination.' She picked up a Wartenberg pinwheel from her cart. "We need to test your skin's sensitivity," she explained, running the wheel's sharp points lightly across his body, from his chest down to his thighs, eliciting a gasp with each prickly contact.
Finally, Lucia moved towards a set of sounds—long, thin metal rods meant for urethral insertion. "Now, this might be a bit uncomfortable, but it's necessary for a complete examination," she said, her eyes locking onto his as she lubricated the smallest rod.
The experience was a blend of intense sensation and vulnerability, pushing Greg into subspace as Lucia expertly navigated the delicate procedure.
Once done, she unstrapped him and took off her gloves. "Your health seems to be in excellent condition, but your ability to obey requires regular check-ups," she advised.
"Thank you, Doctor Lucia," Greg said, his voice tinged with both relief and lingering arousal. "When should I schedule my next appointment?"
Lucia smiled, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous light. "Oh, I'll let you know. After all, ongoing treatment is necessary for chronic cases like yours."
In her chamber of medical fantasy, Goddess Lucia had administered another successful 'treatment,' one that left both doctor and patient eagerly anticipating the next session.
