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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I’ve decided to attempt to recall and write up some of my experiences with my ‘drs role play’ scenario. Which means...to the best of that recall, that these are all true stories. I will break them down and number the chapters accordingly. I hope you enjoy.
I place this ads usually in a very open community online forum. You will all know it’s name. It can be hazardous and waste an incredible amount of time and effort. But occasionally...it pays off and I find somebody genuine engages fully with the potential of an appointment with the Dr.
Earlier this year I had a reply from a lady in London, wanting to know more. We exchanged a number of emails. With regards authenticity and making sure people are real I find it beneficial to approach each case and person individually. She had wanted to see a fave picture of mine first, to see if there was an attraction. She had the air of somebody used to being in charge of the ‘selection’ process, which made me smile. I made the condition that no matter what her response, she should send me hers afterwards, to which she agreed. And so she duly turned me down with a ‘you’re not my type’, to which I replied ‘that’s a shame...ok..your turn to send a photo’. Which she did...a nice face selfie. She looked professional, blonde...and frankly a challenge. So I set myself the task of winning her over. I can’t remeber what exactly I write in the next email, but I believe I appealed to her potential need of a deeply intense experience...explaining a little of what the Dr would do to her, crossed with a personal challenge for her to expand her horizons. All of which paid off and we set a date, which was in two weeks time.
I never like to waste lead up time to an appointment. Once she was on board with the idea she opened up a little about her life and the reasons why she needed to meet random men in London, usually around her lunchtime, for encounters. Many were spontaneous and revolves around ‘fumbles’ in underground car parks in the city. And it was off the back of some of these meetings, where she’d turn up back at work, that we would discuss and write about the potential of our appointment...and she would get very very turned on and would be very receptive towards the idea of sending anonymous photos. She sent pictures, full length rears, taken ina mirror as she lifted her skirt to reveal her cute, pert and shapely butt.
I also would ask her to send me extreme close ups of her vagina when I’d turned her in with thoughts and words so I could see her response...and write more. It’s a strange thing with photos because obviously, you get guys out there who abuse the trust, collect and share. I try to explain the principle early on in my involvement with a patient that it’s not about that for me, and any photos shared are kept in confidence within an email system and eventually deleted when I finish my dealings with the patient. You would weep if you’d seen the collection I could have amassed. But as I said, it’s not about that for me...trust is paramount, and ultimately a desire to treat people how id like to be treated myself.
The coll crook of photos and topics surrounding them were intense and wonderful. She would exhibit for me perhaps before leaving for work, getting dressed and then maybe later again at work.
And so the day arrived finally for the appointment. We’d discussed the details..and developed a plan of action based very much on her desire to be watched and pacively dominated. We’d agreed that on her arrival I would simply watch her undress and shower before we began properly.
Id booked a room at a central hotel on a day rate and had prepared myself whilst awaiting her arrival. This is always a wonderful moment for me...as far as my patients are aware I think I communicate with experience and confidence, but the Adrenalin rush one experiences whilst waiting for a stranger in a hotel room...well there’s nothing else like it really. If the coms with the patient are really good...and they’ve let me know that they’ve arrived in the building, sometimes I’ll be behind he door, looking through the spy hole, my heart pounding against the door as I anticipate the final steps that will bring her to my door...
...and there she was...knocking on the door..the bit that always allows them to feel ever so slightly like a prostitute calling. So I try to open the door as quickly as possible (without giving the game away that I’ve been watching behind the door...did I just give that away...??!!).
Let’s call her L. I welcomed her in and we exchanged pleasantries. She took my lead as I reminded her of the start of the plan..and she willingly allowed me to accompany her to the bathroom where I watched her undress in silence. With every garnent I remember her looking at me, almost as if she was saying ‘that’s also for you...’. I stood, silent, watching, savouring every moment but not giving too much away as I wanted her to feel and know my presence. She climbed into the shower and pulled the curtain prt way so I could still see her full nakedness. She was middle aged, and what people might describe as average in body shape, but she was beautiful and had large, natural, appealing breats. Her shoulder length blonde hair flicked back as she engaged me again with her blue eyes, then Unhooked the shower head so she could apply the warm jets between her thighs and wash away what ever build up of naughty thoughts had manifested in physical form. She later confessed to being in a highly arounsed state by the time she’d reached the hotel.
Keeping fixed in her gaze, I felt an opportunity which I very much felt the need to fulfil...so I walked slowly over to the shower, and without a word slid a hand between her showered thighs, forcing her legs apart slightly and pressed a finger up to her vaginal lips, passing through...which was easily achieved and penetrated her there in the shower. Her reaction was instant. Breathing deeply, with such a wonderful sense of permissiveness, I held my digit inside her for a bit...just because I could.
Then I withdrew...turned my back on her and walked out saying ‘if you’d like to get dressed now so we can properly start your examination...”
TBC
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