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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 hope you enjoy.
This is part c of chapter 1. Parts a&b are also on the forum.
"Right...lets have a look at you whilst standing please"
Walking slowly around her body...standing there in just knickers and stockings...purposeful, some may say prowling...but there's no advantage being taken here...she is here purely voluntarily...she has given herself freely and understood the power in the dynamic of placing trust in the hands of the one who now walks around her...because she understands the effect it has on her mind and body - that she, as a professional, successful woman - clever, technical, a mum and a wife - there is something she is able to gain by submitting to this situation.
And so I run my fingers over the back of her thigh, around her buttocks and then inbtween the two mounds of flesh, spreading them a little whilst still roughly being held by her knickers...I press the side of my hand into that most intimate of areas and hold it there...just to see what happens. She flicks her head back and draws breath between her teeth so I lean in and whisper into her ear "bend over for me please...I'd like you to touch your toes for me and hold it".
She is simply obedient and bends over, elegantly touching her toes and at the same time shifting her entire pubic mound, bringing it around into full view - causing the material of her underwear to tighten against it. I am now kneeling to get a good and full view. I take the opportunity to run my hands up her legs - checking and feeling the shape and softness of her skin, and allow the hands to follow through to my finger tips pressing and feeling her vagina. I decide I should take a closer look at this stage, so simply say "I think we should just slip these off for a better view if you can stay bent over for me please". My hands tuck inside the lacy black knickers and pull them down her legs, and help her to step out of them, adding to the pile of her disregarded clothing. Still bent over, I now have a good, full view over her vagina. It is swollen, the lips glistening with folds of skin fighting for room against other folds of skin. I run the face of my thumb down the lips and allow it to slide inside her - which is does with ease.
"There we go...good girl...now, I'd like you to hop onto the bed for me please, onto your back for the Dr...and I'd like you to demonstrate for me how you masturbate - just relax and show the Dr what you would normally do to stimulate yourself.
I pull up a chair at the bottom of the bed whilst she positions herself with pillows. And I calmly sit and watch whilst she opens and spreads her beautifully tanned legs, which in turn causes her vagina to open slightly and reveal a slightly swollen clitoris. She reaches two fingers to her lips, creates moisture with her tongue..and then with a look that, to be honest, I can't really put into words, starts to masturbate. Her fingers are driven by pure instinct, causing reflex actions from her head down through to her tip toes. It's one thing, I think, to be in a hotel room in the middle of the day, naked apart from some stockings, legs spread meaningfully apart, masturbating...it's another thing altogether to have a complete stranger sitting at the end of the bed watching you, giving you orders...
TBC |
T xx 
