This is the first in a series of stories that are all based upon true life experiences. Obvious innovative liberties have been taken with details and care has been taken not to expose the identities of any of those involved….as you will see, none are innocent!

As a physician whose practice was mostly women, I have prided myself on never crossing the line of professionalism with my patients. I have had many women “come-on” to me over the years but have at all times resisted that temptation. Granted, I have admired but never touched.

In my situation, I became privy to a lot of personal information regarding habits, interests, fetishes, etc. I replied with a non committal “hmm” when asked by one patient if i like her new clit ring. Another time, my nurse and I exchanged raised eyebrows when a patient had a red jeweled butt plug in place. Another time, I had an inner smirk when another patient had a tatoo on her mons that said “cum dump”.

As a confidant and counselor, my patients knew that what they said in my office would be kept private. In fact, most of the details of private, non medical issues didn’t get recorded into the record.

Perhaps the most common question was regarding what was “normal” sexual behavior. Usually this came up because of something that their husband brought up and they mostly just needed “permission” that it was ok. Questions about anal sex seemed to be a frequent topic. I would respond that it was common and not a perversion and would go on to explain how to make it clean, safe and comfortable. One teased me with. “How is it you know so much about this, Dr”? Another asked if it was as good as vaginal sex.

Obviously, relationship questions came up with questions about swinging, threesomes, consensual non-monogamy and bisexuality being common subjects. Some were direct questions about situations that they had encountered in non-monogamous situations.

I am sure that my objective answers and knowledge of these subjects made them correctly infer that I was involved to some degree in non traditional sexual activities.

One younger woman in particular had many questions and was obviously somewhat experienced but also seeking to be more adventurous. She was almost overt in her advances to which I pretended to not notice and remained professional. She was a small BBW, very pretty, and had peculiar distinctive freckled eyes with small arched eye brows. Again while tempting, I resisted and followed the professional oath that I would not have any sexual relationships with a patient in my practice.

After many years in this practiced, I semi-retired and moved to a small town to practice at a much slower pace. My wife at the time was my second and had decided 4 orl 5 years into our marriage that swinging was a “stage” she was going through and our own sex life dwindled as well. After a couple of frustration, she decided to move to the opposite coast to go to grad college and it was apparent that she had little interest in returning.

Consequently, I developed a new singles user account on AFF and started to make a few connections there. After connecting with a couple of couples, others looked at me as more than “just another single male” and I had a few leave flattering comments which gave my user account more credibility.

Despite these connections, my day to day sexual energy was met with masturbating to porn or as I vewed profiles on swingers sites. It was rare that I ever did any chatting since I had found that chat was mostly empty talk from those who had no sex life or used chat just to feed their own jack-off fantasies.

It was a Friday night after a long week and I was settling into bed after steaks and martinis on the deck and was flipping through the featured profiles on AFF. I actually sat up in be when I saw the user account photo….only eyes… freckled eyes with small arched eyebrows…..I recognized them immediately. As I recalled the conversations that I had had with the lady behind those eyes………….” is a double penetration safe? Followed by, ‘are they both in the vagina or, you know, one in front and one in back?, and is squirting normal?….”

I sent off an email….teasing saying a few things about her that let her know that I knew her.

I was surprised when I got a reply just a couple of minutes later. She had no idea of my tru identity. While I actually had moved a couple hundred miles away, my user account also didn’t give my true location. I didn’t have any of the usual cock shots that most single males had on their’s, and my other photos were nothing I could be identified by.

She was a bit upset that I knew who she was and after a couple of emails back and forth she suggested we talk on the phone, which I refused because I knew she would recognize my voice. I did agree to IM.

The IM quickly got sexy as I was able to play on what I knew were her interests and fantasies. She asked for some nude photos and was excited by what she saw and returned less edited action nudes of herself. Somehow, our conversation went to her fantasy of being held captive by an unknown man and him having his way with her. She knew the dangers of this and had never made the move even though she had many offers to experience this fantasy.

We talked about different scenerios where she was a incapacitated submissive and she got more and more excited and had orgasms as she masturbated while we texted. When I suggested that I could be the anonymous man, she jumped at the chance. We made plans for the next evening.

I would drive the 250 miles during the late afternoon and would arrive about 6PM. In the meantime, she would get prepped (I reminded her to how to get cleaned out for anal play) and she would get a hotel room and text me the room number. She was told to wear lacy lingerie with garter belt but no panties, high heals and seamed back nylons, a tight button up, sleeveless blouse and skirt with a back snap and zipper. She didn’t have the butt plug that I requested her to wear.

I was still about 50 miles out when she texted me with the hotel and room number. I had to pull over to send her the final instructions.

She was to light the candles I told her to bring. The thermostat was set to 72 degrees. The ice bucket was to be full of ice. I would text when I was in the parking lot.

My final instructions were to place the lock on the door so that it would not lock and so that i could enter. She was to stand facing away from the door with her hands, palms together over her head. She was not to say a word or move. If she did not comply or broke the rules I would leave.

Before entering, I put a hood over my head. As I entered, I took a minute and just stood there and admired my subject. She squirmed a bit during the quiet but stayed in the position that I had demanded. After a couple of minutes of complete silence, I made my steps toward her audible until I was standing right behind her. I breathed softly on her neck as I placed her in a blind fold and then put her is soft hand cuffs behind her back.

I then began my prep. I placed a pull up bar at the top of the door jam of the bathroom and another near the floor. I check out the lubes and candles that she had brought and made sure that the ice bucket was full. I opened my bag of tools and took out my blue wand and plugged it in, put the feathers, nipple clamps, nipple suction, clit suction, pin wheels, butt plug, dildos and my small flogger on top of the bed that we would not be using.

She remained standing as ordered, quiet but obviously nervous and excited.

Without a word, i turned her back toward the door and pushed and guided her to the bathroom door where I guided her over the bar and turned her around facing outward. I then uncuffed her and attached each wrist cuff to the sides of the upper bar. After placing ankle cuffs, her legs were spread and attached to each end of the lover bar. Being just a bit over 5’4″, she was quite spread out.

I left her there for a while…just making busy sounds about the room….letting her anticipate the first touch.

The first touch was my camera brush which soft caressed her ears, neck and lips. Gentle puffs of the bulb put added sensation to this stimulation. She tilted her head back as she savored the brush on her neck. Her lips pouted as the brush moved back and forth. I then place a ball gag..

Again, a long silence as only breathed and watched. She was writhing a bit and arching forward with her pelvis and she waited for what was next.

The feather softly brushed her arm and her arm pits and then softly tickled the tops of the shoulder and brushed the exposed curves of her breasts……a quick snip of my scissors and the top buttons of her blouse were gone…her hard nipples now quite visible straining against the thin satin of her bra. It was a fasten-in-front bra which was nice because putting my scissors to such nice lingerie would be a waste. The roll of my pin wheel across the tops of her breasts and then across the fabric over the nipples brought out a little gasp and she arched her breasts forward seeking more. But she only felt the scissors snipping off the last two buttons of her blouse…..and then the sound of the scissors cutting through the shoulder straps and the soft fluff of her blouse hitting the floor. She was suddenly more exposed and fidgeted as she thought what was next…would I release her breasts from the bra or would in further stimulate her chest and abdomen….or would I cut off her skirt leaving her standing in her bra and garter belt and nylons with her exposed pussy?

So, where to I take her next? Your thoughts and comments will be appreciated as we get to the next episode.