Doctor's Orders Ch. 02

This time, it took four weeks before I heard from my master, the young doctor, again. In his SMS, he had asked me to come over the following Saturday and promised to send me an outfit by OOPS delivery. It was two hours until the meeting and I was still waiting for my outfit. In the meantime, I had already put on my makeup. He had requested "slutty makeup, but make sure it doesn't make you look older than you are." I had actually had to buy new products, because I usually only wore light makeup to work. I also had gone through the pain of watching some tutorials on how to do a "party" or "sexy" makeup. As a result, I had red lips, eyeliner used in tactical places, tastefully used eye shadow in different shades of plum and violet and extra long lashes. Luckily, the master hadn't required me to wear fake lashes or nails, but I had painted my nails the same red as my lips.

The doorbell finally rang and I received a small package - or rather, a tiny package. It turned out that my master had been merciful enough to offer me a black silk choker to wear. It was simple enough with a small silver pendant that had some small text in cursive on it. Upon closer inspection, I saw the text, "To be fucked." I sighed. Once again, driving to his house wouldn't be simple. I braced myself and got ready to go.

Even though I had driven to the master's house practically naked under my coat before, it felt even more erotic when I was wearing nothing underneath. For obvious reasons, I drove carefully and arrived just in time. When I reached his door, I saw a post-it note that said, "Remove your shoes and coat & leave them here. The door is open." I found the next note in the living room. After reading it, I considered turning back for a second and terminating the contract by doing so. Taken I had no idea what was going to happen, I would put myself in an even more vulnerable position than before. But, I didn't want to lose him. Obediently, I put my head sideways on a pillow lying on the living room carpet, lifted my ass, spread my legs and closed my eyes. Then I waited.

It felt like I had been waiting for fifteen minutes and my neck had started to ache. In reality, it probably had been less than five minutes. Suddenly, I heard light footsteps approach me. Then I felt fingers lightly inspecting my sex. Something soft but firm, a bit rubber-like, was pushed inside me. I sighed lightly. I was moist, but the thing still felt a bit strange. I guessed it was a sex toy. One part of it was inside and one was touching my clit.

"Thank you, master," I murmured.

"Open your eyes and stand up," I heard his voice.

As I did as I was told, I saw the master standing in front of me wearing his dark gray bathrobe. I looked into his eyes. I adored him. Yet, he was impossible to read. There was no passion or even much interest in his eyes. He looked at me like I was some routine sample he checked every day at work. As a passing thought, I wondered why he even bothered to invite me over.

My train of thought stopped when the master handed me an apron and a maid's headscarf and said, "Tonight you shall be my servant. Get dressed."

"Yes, master, thank you, master," I replied while fumbling with the small, frilly headscarf.

As I put on the mint-colored, slightly frilly apron, I noticed it barely covered my chest and reached to my mid-thigh in the front. It left a lot of side-boob in the view and left the backside exposed.

"Maid, the toy I gave you is for testing your control and obedience. You shall keep it inside at all times, understood?" the master asked.

"Yes, master," I replied.

"And obviously, you shall notify me and ask permission if you're about to orgasm," the master nonchalantly added.

"Y-yes, master," I replied.

"Now, fetch me some red wine from the kitchen," he said, waving his hand dismissively as he sat on the sofa.

Wearing the apron felt more erotic than being naked. The material rubbed against my nipples and I could feel a draft on my bare backside. I glimpsed myself in the full-length mirror in the hallway. The skimpy outfit only drew attention to my naked body. The makeup made me look sexy and cheap at the same time. When I lifted the hem of the apron, I could see that the toy was a pink piece of plastic, looking rude in its current position. As a final touch, the choker verified what I was: a slut to be fucked.

As I walked into the kitchen, the toy whirred to life. I took a sharp breath. I didn't have any toys at home because my main toy was my imagination and I had always gotten excited enough with that. However, I couldn't have imagined the intense feeling the toy caused. It was in, what I assumed to be, a low setting, but I still could feel the vibrations both on my clit and inside. I decided to focus on the task at hand and poured some wine into a glass.

After receiving his drink, the master asked me to tidy up the living room. In reality, there wasn't much to do, but he ordered me to do menial tasks anyway: to dust the basically dust-free furniture, to get a newspaper that was dropped behind the TV and to take a flower vase from a top shelf to put it on the table. It was clear the purpose of the tasks was only to humiliate me and put me in degrading positions. Besides, the master knew. He knew a sexual deviant like me would get aroused.

"Maid, get me a second glass of wine and be quick about it," the master ordered.

I was relieved. Not so much for being able to stop the meaningless tasks, but because now I could be away from his eyes for a minute or two. Besides the psychological arousal, the mechanical stimulation of the vibrator had started to make me frustrated. Even during the tasks, the toy had stayed in place easily and moving around had only increased the tease. It wasn't enough to make me cum, but as time went on, I wasn't so sure anymore. As I poured the glass of wine in the kitchen, I tried to keep my legs as open as I could to decrease the contact. I glanced at a clock on the wall. It had been almost half an hour since I had taken on the role of a maid.

Just after I had given the master the glass of wine and was standing next to him, I felt a slight throb and came. It was a small orgasm, but I couldn't help jerking my hips slightly and inhaling audibly. Carefully, I lifted my gaze to meet his.

"You came without permission," the master said matter-of-factly.

"I'm sorry, sir," I replied.

"Your sorry isn't worth a dime," the master said, looking at me with fire in his eyes.

"What can I do, master?" I asked.

"As yet, nothing -- except to clean this," the master said.

Without breaking eye contact, he poured almost half of his wine on the floor. I was somewhat bewildered. As a person of his status, I would've expected him to be careful about his fine hardwood floor and valuable carpets. But the look in his eyes said that there was a wild side to him that was as tameless as his hair. Or maybe the rest of his life was so controlled and about keeping up appearances that he needed an outlet. An outlet that happened to be a needy, submissive older woman that he didn't even particularly seem to like.

"Offff..." I lightly moaned as the toy went to a higher setting.

"I said right now. Lick it," the master ordered impatiently.

"Yes, master. I'm sorry, sir," I mumbled as I lowered my head towards the puddle of wine.

I tried to be effective and started sucking the liquid.

"Ow!" I felt a firm slap on my buttocks.

"What did I say?" the master asked, annoyed.

"To lick it. I'm sorry, master, it won't happen again," I replied hastily.

As I lowered my head once again, I was grateful that my hair was held back by the stupid frilly headscarf. Nevertheless, cleaning up the puddle with small licks was taking forever and, even worse, the toy was driving me closer to the edge once again.

I tried to keep my legs as far apart as I could, but it didn't take long before I had to lift my head to look at the master and plead, "Master, can I please orgasm?"

"Not until you're done cleaning, slut. Just keep your head down," the master replied with disappointment in his voice.

I tried. I tried to focus on licking the liquid on the floor. I tried to ignore the vibrations. I kept my head down. My legs started shaking. I was powerless to stop it.

"Unnnf...aah...aah," I weakly moaned as I came, shaking helplessly on the floor.

As the orgasm finally subsided, I kept my position on all fours with my head held low and my bare ass up high. I didn't dare to look at the master. Timidly, I resumed licking what was left of the wine puddle. Luckily, the vibrator stopped.

"Stand up," I heard the master's voice.

As I stood up, I noticed my apron had partly come off, exposing my tits, which were now smeared with red wine. I could imagine that with my hair disheveled, wine smears here and there, and the vibrator still inside my puffy pussy, I looked like a filthy whore. Or maybe I was one.

"Take off your apron and use it to clean the rest of that mess on the floor," the master said, waving his hand towards the mentioned mess.

I did as ordered and then stood up and looked him in the eye. He didn't say a word for at least two minutes. Even though the situation was all but comfortable, I couldn't help but admire him for the thousandth time. Those intense blue eyes. Those slender fingers that still held the wine glass. That wild, wavy brown hair. That fine, slim body that I knew was under the bathrobe. Even his usual facial expression, which made him look like he was constantly pissed off. Except for this time, he was pissed off for real.

"You lack both control and obedience," he finally dryly stated.

"I'm sorry, master," I replied, lowering my head. I was truly ashamed.

"I think a punishment is in order," the young doctor said quietly.

"Yes, sir, I understand that, sir," I replied meekly.

"Lay on your back on the carpet and spread your legs with your knees bent. And keep that position."

"Yes, master."

Obeying him, I was soon on the floor, naked except for the choker and the headscarf, humiliatingly exposed. I had never been so wet in my life. I wasn't a squirter, but the earlier orgasms had left me in an embarrassing state.

"You like to cum without permission. So be it," the master said, looking me in the eye.

He put his hand in the pocket of his bathrobe. I yelped as the toy turned on. The setting was higher than ever before. Suddenly, being stimulated didn't just feel good, it also felt painful.

"Master, c-cum..." I still tried to utter as I came.

I jerked violently, obviously unable to keep my legs open. I could feel my juices run down my ass crack. But the toy didn´t stop.

"Iih...iih!" I could only make out an incomprehensible mixture of moaning and screaming as I came the second time almost immediately after.

"Master, please make it stop!" I begged.

But, the young doctor just sat there with a blank expression. He sipped from the glass of wine he still had left and looked at me like I was a tissue discarded on the floor.

"Oh f--- aaa AAA...!" I screamed as I came painfully.

I'm going to die, I thought. But at that point, the vibrator stopped. The master came to me and pulled it out. It made an embarrassing squishy sound. I didn't even want to think about how I looked down there.

"You have five minutes to clean yourself up," the master ordered, adding, "and just the face and upper body, is that clear?"

I rushed to the bathroom to wash myself the best I could and quickly tidy up my make-up, which was even more smudgy and slutty than when I walked in the house less than two hours ago. When I returned to the living room, the master was no longer wearing his bathrobe.

"Suck it," came the order.

I probably surprised him when I gently put my hand in his full hair, pulling his head closer and kissed him sensually on his lips. To my greatest joy, he responded by putting his hand behind my neck and pulling me closer. The kiss soon turned more passionate, more demanding, and I knew it was my cue to take on the task I was ordered to do. Slowly, I passed my lips over his ears and neck, over his chest and nipples, on to his flat stomach and hips, licking him lightly here and there while simultaneously feeling the warmth of his skin and his light body hair with my hands. He leaned back on the sofa and breathed heavily when I looked into his eyes and licked pre-cum off his tip.

"Do it slowly," he said in a low voice.

I complied and took my time sliding my lips along his shaft, then licking his tip, under and around it until I put him fully in my mouth and resumed licking. I thought his penis was perfect - medium size but thick and oh so hard. I soon added my hand, alternating between putting him in my mouth and jerking him. At times, I glanced up at him, seeking approval. The master remained fairly stoic, and for a long time the only sign of his arousal was his breathing, his flat stomach heaving more rapidly. He had such endurance for a young man. Finally, he closed his eyes and moaned when his penis throbbed for the first time.

"Stop," he said coarsely.

He didn't waste words, but coaxed me onto all fours on the carpet and pushed my head down. Then he entered my wetness, holding me by the hips and fucked me like an animal in heat. I was still sensitive and could only moan weakly as his muscles tightened, and he finished with a few long strokes, pulling me towards him.

After that, he allowed me to take a quick shower. I returned to the living room wrapped in a towel. I assumed that that would be it for this day.

The master was sitting on the sofa on his bathrobe, still naked. I couldn't help but admire his body. He greeted me with, "take off the towel."

When I was naked again, he stood up and came up close, facing me. I was mesmerized by his eyes and could feel the heat of his body.

"I think you haven't been punished enough for today," he said neutrally.

"Sir?"

"You didn't accomplish any of your tasks properly, and even the punishment I gave you was actually a reward, knowing that you love cumming," he said knowingly.

"As the master says," I replied, suddenly feeling a knot in my stomach.

My heart was racing fast as I entered my car. Not only had my master made me present my ass to him and put the vibrator back inside, he also hadn't given me my jacket back. Instead, I was wearing a shorter jacket, which was way too small for me. When I sat on the bench, the jacket rode high enough for anyone who had a good look inside the car to see my pantless state and the pink vibrator whirring on a low setting. What was worse, the jacket even didn't go fully around me and was only held by a loosely tied belt, leaving a lot of cleavage in the view. But I couldn't linger for too long as my master has ordered me to "get the f- out" as soon as possible. I took a quick glance in the mirror and started the car. The following thirty minutes was going to be one helluva ride.

I had a good reason to be worried. The low setting of the toy was not enough to drive me over the edge, but it was enough to distract me from driving so I had to focus extra hard. I felt every single bump on the road a whole different way. What was worrying me even more was my appearance. One look in the mirror had confirmed that I looked exactly like a prostitute returning from doing tricks: a jacket covering the assumed flimsy clothes and slutty, slightly smeared makeup that he had ordered me to re-do hastily. To top it off, the "to be fucked" choker around my neck was like a gift from a pimp. I couldn't afford to be stopped.

My worst fear was close to coming true. When I was just ten minutes from home, a police car pulled up next to me at a traffic light. It was fairly dark, but I could see the policeman riding shotgun eyeing me up suspiciously and saying something to his partner. I felt like vomiting. In a flash, I imagined being pulled over. I would most definitely be asked to step out of the car and I didn't think the belt of the jacket would hold. My jacket would be open right there on the street, revealing my humiliating state to the two officers and anyone who happened to be passing by. Not only that, but my career and life would be ruined in the process.

I was apparently saved by the bell, as the police officers seemed to be called on their radio and left, sirens blaring. I rode the rest of the way with my hands trembling and mumbling to myself like a crazy person, which I clearly was anyway. After I rushed inside from my driveway, I immediately sent my master the requested message, "I came."

After that, I got rid of the vibrator, but that wasn't enough. I went on my bed and, using my fingers, imagined what would have happened if those two officers truly had stopped me. I imagined being bent over naked and handcuffed while they discovered the telltale text on my choker. After a few minutes, I came forcefully.