Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

I groan, hating just how complicated my life has just become. Each buzz of my phone sends a tendril of unease in me as I wonder when exactly John will call and demand an explanation. Not that I owe him one. I take private clients all the time. He doesn’t have to know this one is different. She starts to move about, and I pull the sheet away, ignoring her protests as she attempts to grab them back.

“We got off track this morning. I hope you got that flight of fancy out of your system because I’ll be taking a much firmer hand with you from now on.” The look of dread that crosses her face is delightful. Good. She should worry about what’s going to happen to her. I can’t have her thinking escape attempts will always be met with forced orgasms. “What happened this morning proves to me that you need a strict schedule. I’ll make sure you get it. Now, let’s start again, shall we?”

I rise up from the bed, taking the sheet with me. She looks so delightful as she curls into herself, feigning cold. After ensuring the door is indeed locked, I pocket the key and stand at the foot of the bed. Turning my back to her, I snap my fingers and point to a spot in front of me, waiting to see if she’ll obey my nonverbal cues or not.

Lucky for her, I hear her sliding off the sheets and shuffling forward. No doubt she doesn’t want to make today any worse, and that’s fine by me. Once in front of me, I lift up her hands, put them on the back of her head, and kick out her feet.

“Every morning, as soon as I open your cage, you will get into this position and not move.” As I circle her, I skim my hands along her ribcage, noting how everything about her looks and feels. I need to make sure she’s getting enough nutrition and getting healthy. “I will touch you as I see fit, and you will not say a word. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Her words are breathy, and I’m sure if I stroked a little lower, I would find her wet and needy, but that’s not what concerns me right now. Taking my time, I do a complete inspection before leading her over to the bed and laying her on her back. To her credit, she remains silent, but her chest rises in time with her rapid breaths.

I pull out some slings from under the bed and clamp them into eyelets on the side of the bed. Chastity’s eyes grow wide, that blush starting to stain the tops of her cheeks. She’s bound to be beet red by the time I’m done. Though I don’t owe her an explanation of what I’m doing, I want her calm and pliant.

“Doctor James told me about the trauma he found when doing your examination. I’m going to check as well and use this as a way to introduce your dilators and check on your progress. I will not be using my fingers, but I reserve the right to shove whatever I deem necessary into you.”

Her eyes flutter a bit, and I worry that I’ve sent her off to her safe place, but soon she’s back with me - eyes bright with tears but present. She doesn’t need to know that I’ll never do anything to injure her. She’ll learn my ways as we grow together. Together. The word flits about a few times, and I shove it to the side. It’s far too early to think of the word together.

“This is the part where you’re allowed to speak. I need to know the level of discomfort what I do causes you.”

“I don’t like this. It’s very uncomfortable.”

“I haven’t even done anything to you yet,” I chuckle. “I don’t care that this process makes you uneasy. My first priority is getting you healthy. If it means putting you in uncomfortable positions or doing things you might not like, tough.”

Reaching down, I pick the small dilator back up and smear a dollop of lube on it before sliding it inside. To her credit, she doesn’t say anything, but her face scrunches up. I stand there, just watching her, waiting for her to tell me what I need to know.

“It’s manageable.”

“Good. This is the one I used on you this morning. I will keep with this one for a week, then go from there.” Pulling it out, I relube it and slide it a bit further down. Before making contact with her asshole, I use the tip of my index finger to slide around the delicate area. As expected, she jerks away from my touch. Setting the dilator down with the tip up and lube away from the covers, I grip her cheeks in both hands and spread her out. Her body quivers under my touch, much like a prey animal when they know they’re caught.

“Please. Please don’t do this.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“Then trust me. You’re going to want me to prep you before what happens next.” Her body tenses; her breathing stops. Without wasting time, I grab the dilator and start to ease it in, teasing the outside of her hole before dipping further inside and bringing it back out. She squirms, the noises coming from the bed not all pained. “Tell me, how does this feel?”

“I - I don’t know.” She moves again, her shifting bringing her ass even closer to me. I don’t know how much of it is conscious on her part or not. “Please, Doctor. I don’t like this.”

“You don’t? Shall I make it better for you?”

Leaning down, I slide my tongue along the ridge of her inner lip, pull back, then slide up the other. Each time, I come close to her clit but pull away. The noises of discomfort shift as arousal glistens lower. But enough teasing. If I let myself, I’ll be back in bed with her and not doing what needs to be done.

I pull away and unhook her feet before motioning for Chastity to stand in front of me again. The look of lust and confusion on her face has me right back at attention. How in the hell can I train her like this daily and not lose brain function? Pulling her into my arms, I scoop her up and bring her to the bathroom. I don’t trust her not to freak out at the enema bench and try to run again.

As I bring her inside, her eyes go over to the tub, still steaming, then directly to the bench. Her body tenses as I bring her even closer. I’m glad to have a firm hold on her; it lets me position her just how I want for the first time.

“Many doctors speak of the benefits of enemas,” I explain as I strap her down. “There’s also a correlation between holding onto crap and, well, holding onto mental crap.”

“I’m good. I promise. I’m not holding onto anything.”

Shaking my head, I tighten the last of the straps and stand up to inspect my handiwork. Her ass is high in the air, the width of the bench holding her so her cheeks have no choice but to spread. That blush that I’m starting to become addicted to spreads over her face, and I catch a glimpse before she turns away.

“I know this is embarrassing, but I assure you, it will make things so much better for you. I will hook you up and get you where you need to be, and Angela will take care of what comes afterward. This way, you won’t have to feel awkward when going to the bathroom. Since you’re new at this, we’ll start at just five minutes, increasing every week until you can hold for fifteen.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond. I’m far too eager to play with her again. Picking up the plug, I lube it up and trail it around her bottom hole for a moment before easing it in. It’s a bit larger than the dilator, but I’m confident she can handle it. With painstaking slowness, I ease it in, bit by bit. My cock is so hard just thinking about the day when it will be me easing into that forbidden place.

Chastity’s fingers scrabble along the polished wood as I feed the bulbous end into her. The sounds coming from her throat are both pained and animalistic. Reaching down, I slide my fingers along her clit, making sure the pleasure outweighs any pain. Soon, she’s moaning, grinding into my hand. I’ll make an anal slut out of her soon enough.

My balls clench with need as I finally seat the plug, sparking off an orgasm in her. It rips through her body, sending her bucking against the wood. Until now, I didn’t know just how much I needed her to enjoy pleasure in this way. I’ve always had my fetishes and desires, but I didn’t realize how much I was missing until now. The others tolerated my love of anal, but Chastity seems to truly derive pleasure from it, forced as it was.

Making sure the plug is in there nice and snug, I wipe my fingers on a towel and stroke her hair, listening to her as her body comes back down. The feelings swirling through my chest are ones I try hard to ignore, but in this space, with Chastity, I can let them loose. Just for a moment.

“Try to relax. I’m going to insert the water now. It’s going to feel uncomfortable, but you can take it. I know you can. Be my good girl and take it for me.” She bites down on her lower lip as she nods up at me, and I’m lost. There’s no fight in her eyes. I watch as she relaxes her body before I turn the knob at the back.

I make sure to go nice and slow, staring at her face intently as I fill up her bowels. Her eyes widen as the steady flow picks up the pace. Shushing her softly, I stroke her back, grounding her here with me. She squirms and bucks but doesn’t fight it too hard. I’m far more pleased with her than I expected to be. Once the last bit of water goes through the hose, I turn off the valve, pull out the tube, and place the stopper.

“I’m setting the timer now. You’re going to feel intense cramping like you have to go to the bathroom, but just hold it in. Besides, you don’t want to soil yourself in front of me, do you?”

The rapid shake of her head at my words would be comical if it wasn’t so arousing to me. Determined to keep her mind off the discomfort, I walk around to the front, unbuckling and unzipping my pants. Once in her line of sight, I drop my pants and underwear, letting my erection spring free.

“Want to taste me again?” My voice is harsh with need, and I hold my breath as I wait for her response. I don’t normally take my playthings into consideration, but given the trauma she’s been through, I can allow a bit of leeway. Once her mind is no longer fractured, I’ll force myself on her until she can’t breathe without my scent being buried into her soul.

She nods, and I waste no time lining up my head with her lips. I don’t even need to prompt her. Chastity opens her mouth, her tongue sliding up my slit to take in that small bit of precum pearling at the top. Groaning, I grip the base, bringing my hand up and down my shaft, working my cock as I watch her struggling against the water deep in her body.

“Just the head this time. I’m going to come about the same time as you’ll be done for today. Make sure you don’t spill a drop, or I’ll go back to the shot glass.” Her lips stretch about my fat head, and I see stars as the heat of her mouth engulfs me. Stroke after stroke, I pump my hand, the uncomfortable squeals and groans from having enema deep within her vibrating through me, adding to the pleasure curling through my shaft.

At about the four-and-a-half-minute mark, I explode into her, watching her mouth work to take all my cum into her throat. To her credit, she takes all of it. There’s not even a drop on her lips. I pull back, letting her clean me up with her tongue. Beads of sweat line her forehead as she works at me fervently, as if getting me off will make the discomfort go away quicker.

“Angela, perfect timing.” I pull my underwear and pants back up, tucking myself away before she comes back in. She’s not at all surprised to see Chastity like this. Knowing her, she would probably be more shocked if she wasn’t here. “Take care of her and see to her bath. I’ll be back in thirty minutes to dress her for the day.”