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Beginnings of a Tale of Seduction. Needs major reworking. [Sep. 21st, 2006|07:47 am]
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Doctor Dean's office was very lavish, prime location and a little too warm. Hannah loosened the laces of her dusky blue velvet outter corset and slid material from her pale blue summerdress between her bare thighs before crossing her legs in an attempt to cool down. Sitting in the patient's chair waiting for the good doctor to finish his call in the medical room next door, was making her uncomfortable. She was trying not to eaves drop but her curiosity was getting the better of her and she didn't like that fact. In an effort to distract herself, she picked up the photo frame on the doctor's cherry wood desk and surveyed the group photo it held. The frame was a silver coloured metal with a deco design based on Rennie Macintosh's parallel lines and rose motif and it had mild tarnishing on the edges close to the picture glass. A small hallmark confirmed it was silver after all, and original from the date stamp. The photograph inside was of eight men, who looked to vary in age from 20 to 35 and one woman, who seemed to be roughly 25 but with the eyes of a much older spirit. All eight men were wearing doctors' operating gowns over their suits and holding fluted glasses of champagne. Wide grins on their faces as they stood four-a-side of the woman. She wore all black, a sleek fitted italian suit, sporting a fairly severely fringed haircut. Something out of the gothbilly style and pitch black. She was smiling smugly, a part of the group yet aloof from it somehow. Hannah noticed that each of the men wore a pin made of a small peacock feather on their person. A brotherhood of some sort? They seemed joyous enough, it was most likely some graduation or awards presentation memory. Distracting herself had obviously been successful as she wasn't aware of the Doctor's return intil he placed a hand on her shoulder and took the photo from hannah's hands. He returned it to its spot and walked over to his side of the desk. Touching the frame briefly, he looked down and asked, "How are things at your club, Hannah?" Thankful that he was not offended by her prying, she sighed with relief and tucked a loose tendril of her amber hair behind her ear, before replying with, "Great. The alternative music scene here has really embraced my taking over Bloodpool and seem really keen on the tattoo shop i opened up in the basement." "Good, good. So you are finding a vent for your artistic and creative mind?" "Well, to some extent, but is that important?" Hannah looked up at Doctor Dean with concern and question. "Yes indeed hannah, it's paramount to give into certain whims and needs... for your own sanity." He smiled knowingly and sat down. "How can I help you this afternoon little one?" Hannah always felt warm and regressed into a childish mode when he called her that. He was now 40 and always very fatherly towards her. He stood at six foot two and shaved his dark hair very short. He obviously worked out and on occasion Hannah had caught a glimpse of tattoos on his arms. That latter fact was possibly the reason she had elected to employ him as her doctor in the first place. Her hobby of tattooing featured greatly in her life and his interest in them made her feel he was a kindred spirit. In a mildly giddy way, Hannah explained that she had missed two periods and was worried that the her diet was to blame. The Doctor checked her pulse by placing his fingertips to her neck, just below her jaw and timed it with his fob watch. Ascertaining her blood pressure was also in order, he asked her to move into the medical room. He wanted to check there was no internal reason, cyst or scarring etc. She complied to his wishes and alighted the bench chair after removing her underpants. Doctor Dean turned from the sideboard having prepared a tray of sterile instruments. Placing the tray onto a steel sidetable to the left of his chair, he slid into his seat and gently lifted Hannah's ankles up into padded foot stirrups. "Now, I need you to relax so you won't contract and make it difficult for Me, and we don't like to make things difficult for old Doctor Dean, do we, little one?" He jokes with her. Hannah lays back and relaxes well enough, she thought. "Come now little one, I can barely place the speculum inside let alone open it." "I'm sorry, i am as relaxed as i can get, i promise." "Well, Doctor Dean's going to have to give you a local to find out whats wrong, is that ok with you? Or are you scared of needles?" Again a rhetorical question with a smile. "I suppose its fine." Hannah smiles back, knowing that they both have a tolerance for needles. She wondered to herself if he enjoyed pain as she did. A small stinging sensation occurs and she feels nothing after three seconds. He asks her if there is any feeling where he is touching and as there was not she confirms the anaesthetic had worked. Five minutes passed and Doctor Dean remains silent while he worked. Hannah looked down onto his shaved head and giggles to herself that he looks like a skinhead turned respectable. He raises his head just enough to note the expression on her face and she catches a glint bounce off his lips and chin, as if they were both moist. He quickly darts back down out of her view and Hannah's heart almost leaps out of her throat. 'Oh my god, oh my god' she thinks over and over again. Doctor Dean appears again with a stern look on his face. No sign of the moisture she had seen moments before. She felt shocked; doubt; used.... but arroused. What had just happened? Was he taking advantage of her? Why was she not repulsed by this. She pulled her knees together and slid from the bench to the floor. She reached for her panties and hand bag on a chair behind the curtain from her croached position and clasped them to her chest. Not wanting to rise or face him or leave. Feeling was returning to her vaginal area and she could sense moisture there. Panting, confused and somewhat frightened, she remained huddled til, he touched her back. She shuddered and came. Surprised and blushing, she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Doctor Dean leaned down and firmly gripping her arms from behind he hoisted her up. "Feel free to tidy yourself up, littleone, and if i don't see you again i will understand" He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, grazing his teeth against her skin. He turns and leaves the room, closing the door to the adjoining office behind him. He did not look back. Hannah goes into some automatic mode and grasps tissues to clean and dry herself then puts her briefs back on. She stands alone there for two more minutes, figuring out how she felt about this. A thousand thoughts, contradicting each other.

She must have switched to complete auto-pilkot as she found herself at home. An apartment over the club with a view of the sea in front and a view of the forest and castle ruins on the hill behind. She bathed and sat in a satin dressing gown, with her hair in a towel and her kneess folded up to her chin. The sofa she was sitting on was cold comfort and she sat in silence. The noise of the djs setting up in the club below crashing into the sound of the white horses dying on the shingle of the beach. Life moving on about her yet finding herself stagnant, motionless, lost. The telephone rings. She reaches over and picks up the handset. Extending the antenae to full length she clicks on the green anser button. "Uhu?". is all she utters. There is twenty seconds of nothing and then Doctor Dean, in a low and soft voice, starts to speak. "little one... I want you to be completely honest with Me.... do you understand that?", "Uhu", " are you repelled by what happened today?", he waits for an answer. Hannah replies "No." and pinches herself to check its really her talking on the phone. "Good, good. I'm going to invite you to something special, little one. I want _you_ to attend a gathering for Me. Will you do as I ask?" "Yes Doctor." She can't believe that she's agreeing to his wishes. "Then, My little one, on wednesday next week, the 21st of June, at 10 pm i want you to go to the following address. Wear something appropriate for a good girl at Bloodpool.", "A good girl, Doctor?", "Yes. Your corset, skirt and heels will do fine. Much like your usual dress for fetish night at Bloodpool." "Yes, i understand Doctor", "Good little one." He relays the address to her. "I look forward to seeing you." With that he hangs up. Hannah, replaces the handset then cox it so it rests without touching the receiver cradle. She wanted no disturbance. She wanted the excitement that was building inside her to come to fruition. To explore this new dark casam she'd discovered within herself. She played the scene over in her head. The smell of the room, the feeling of helplessness, how she had enjoyed something she should have been terrified of. And now, the knot in her stomache that grew with her excitement and yearning for that release again. Should she slip into the dark water and explore this further? What could she loose in finding out? She'd never shied away from new things before, hell knows her life was all about hedonism and indulgence. She had just never thought of herself as submitting before. She had always gotten a buzz from controling what happened around her in the past. Playing at being the Dominatrix in the club and at the tattoo parlour, enjoying that but not really applying it to her real life wants. It was an image. This, however, was all new. The need to be helpless and used had filled the void that Mistress Hannah could not. Scratching at her back door, which was reached by open iron stairs from the ground floor and the forest behind the building, alerted her to the need to let Rufus back in. Rufus was and irish wolf hound and alsation cross. About 3 years old and loyal but free. He bounced his way in through the now open door and jumped up onto Hannah's bed. Rufus was right. It was time for bed. She had clients coming in from Germany tomorrow, for tattoo work booked at a distant convention she'd attended. A steady hand would be better for her reputation. She closed and locked the back door, then curled up on the bed holding Rufus close and breathi9ng in the forest scents he had bought with him. She slipped, into a sleep with no dreams, just peace. Something she'd not felt for a while.

[User Picture]From: galiena_pvszr
2006-09-23 12:08 am (UTC)

It's an interesting beginning!

Yum... medical fetish!
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