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My first Medfet roleplay experience with an older female doctor

Part #1, the meetup

What followed were weeks of intermittent—but thrilling—chats. Fantasies. Desires. Boundaries. Rules. Her words alone sent heat pulsing through me, each message tightening the knot of anticipation in my stomach. We refined the scenario: a "first-time consultation." She would book the hotel room, arriving early to prepare—laying out instruments, setting up a massage table, adjusting the lighting, slipping into her role. She’d be the kind but dominant Doctor, all crisp authority and knowing smiles. I’d be the nervous, obedient patient, eager to follow her every instruction. The power dynamic we craved came effortlessly. At barely 20, I was a medfet virgin, nervous excitement at the thought of her hands on me. She, in her mid-40s, was experienced—a fact that made my submission feel natural. We were in agreement about the importance of respecting the power dynamic, I would have my safeword and she would respect my limits but, otherwise, she would direct how our "appointment" progressed. Her rules were simple; I was to follow all of her instructions, not touch myself during the appointment, no orgasms without her explicit permission. She assured me that if i behaved there was a high chance she would allow me to orgasm "But it’ll be when, where, and how I choose."

As the date of our "appointment" drew closer she laid out the pre session prep she expected of me. I was to shave my pubic hair, it didn't have to be fully gone just short and neat. Shower (of course). No cologne or strong scents. Stay hydrated and only light meals for 48 hours beforehand. No orgasms for at least 5 days before the appointment. When I told her I didn't have an enema kit she assured me it didn't matter, that even if I cleansed beforehand I would still be receiving several enemas during the appointment. She assured me that she had just the right equipment for any "colonic treatments" I might require. I had never experienced an enema before but I was already past the point of objecting to anything she may have suggested. The day of the appointment arrived, after I had somehow survived the past 5 days without breaking my promise (no touching, no release, just aching), and I found myself waiting in the hotel lobby as instructed. My hands fidgeted in my lap, nervous energy, my palms damp with sweat. In Room 301, Dr. Madison was already preparing for me. Her last text had been clear: Wait in the lobby until you’re called back. The thought did occur to me that having me wait out here might be a part of the game she was playing with me.

My feet carried me to Room 301 on unsteady legs, each step heavier than the last until I stood frozen before the door. The polished brass numbers gleamed under the hallway lights—3-0-1—a threshold between my vanilla life and whatever awaited me inside.

My fist hovered an inch from the wood.

It felt surreal. Behind this door waited a stranger—a woman I barely knew, whom chatting with had filled my nights with restless heat. In minutes, I’d be naked under her clinical gaze, her gloved hands touching my body under the pretense of medicine. My skin prickled at the thought.

What if she was stricter than I imagined? What if I wasn’t what she expected? The fantasy had been safe on my phone screen, but now—

A drop of sweat trailed down my spine. The air conditioning hummed. Somewhere beyond the door, Dr. Madison waited.

I swallowed hard and knocked.

Knock All I heard was silence. Then—what sounded like heels against hardwood. Firm, unhurried strides approaching from the other side. There was no turning back now. The door opened. "come in, James. I'm so glad you could make it for our first appointment." I was relieved to see that she was more attractive than I had anticipated. Shoulder-length dirty blonde hair framed a face with sharp Northern European features—stern at first glance, but softened by a warm smile and a genuinely friendly tone. Her stylish glasses added authority, while her outfit left little to the imagination: fitted, dark blouse with sleeves, cut just low enough to show generous cleavage. Dr. Madison clearly wasn’t shy. Black stethoscope around her shoulders. Below, a sleek pencil skirt hugged her curves before tapering past her knees. High, block heel, leather boots. Professional—yet undeniably alluring. "H...hi nice to meet you" I offered a weak smile. "likewise." she smiled back at me, looking me up and down. She gestured "Come in and have a seat on the bed." I proceeded into the room, seeing she had setup the massage table, covered it with a sheet of wax paper. Next to the table she had covered a desk with a towel and laid out various items. Gloves, lube, sanitary wipes, condoms...some other medical impliments. Some things that definitely weren't medical implements. "can I get you a glass of water?" she asked following behind me. "No, no thank" "Good, before we begin, James, do you have any injuries, concerns, or last minute things you'd like to share with me?" "uhh... no, ma'am" She smiled. I knew from our chats that she liked when I addressed her as "Dr." or "Ma'am" and you remember your safe word? ” "Yes, ma'am". clapping her hands together softly. “Perfect. Undress...you may keep your underwear on for now but everything else off.”

Dr. Madison didn’t rush nor did she even pretend to look away. She took her time pulling a pair of latex gloves from the tray beside her. Stretching them out, fussing with the latex while she watched me undress. The snap of each glove was drawn out, sharp, deliberate. I removed my shoes, socks, pants...until I was down to nothing but my white briefs.

"Ok, James, come stand in front of me," she instructed, pointing at a spot on the floor in front of her. "Hands at your sides."

Standing in front of her like this I suddenly felt like a child waiting to be scolded in nothing but a pair of snug white briefs. I could feel the heat rising in my face. There was no hiding my bulge in these briefs—the tight fabric did little to conceal me even in my currently, mostly, soft state. I knew she could see it. I obeyed, standing in front of her so she could get a good look at me. Her eyes looked me up and down Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile as she circled behind me.

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