“There are quite a few short entries here, Zara, about you masturbating while thinking about me. Then we get to the big one, but before we do, I have something for you.” Zara looked perplexed as Myles again set the journal down on the counter. He opened a drawer and took something out, then approached her head. She saw that he was holding what looked like a collar in his hand – it was black with what looked like silver rivets all around it. He held it to her throat. “Hold your head up a second, please.” Something made her comply. The doctor reached around and fastened it in back. “Now, while you have this on, you will do everything I ask of you and let me do what I want with or to you, understand?”

“Yes.”

“That will be 'Yes, sir' or 'Yes, Doctor', whichever you prefer.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good girl.” He patted her on the cheek. She didn't know whether to be irritated, pissed off or happ that he was pleased with her.

He picked up the journal and turned to another page, toward the end.

“I had an amazing fantasy about Dr Holt last night. Adrian didn't come home, so I had the bed to myself and I masturbated while creating the scenario. It goes like this: Dr Holt comes to my home unexpectedly. I let him in and he tells me to take him to my bedroom. When we get there, he asks me to take my clothes off. I ask him why. He says it doesn't matter, that I am to do what he tells me to do. Something, I don't know what, makes me obey. I take my blouse and bra off, freeing my bountiful breasts. He watches me intently. I hesitate before taking my skirt off. I don't want him to see my shame. 'What are you waiting for?' he asks me. I ask him 'isn't this enough?' and he says no, he told me to take everything off, not just above the waist.”

Zara listened to Dr Holt read aloud the entry in her journal that told in detail of a fantasy she'd had about him. She felt horrified and embarrassed, but also sexually aroused. She dreaded the next part, though, as it would reveal something else about herself she'd not told him.

“I reach around myself and unzip my skirt but I turn around before I let it fall to the floor. I hear Dr Holt give a 'tsking' sound and he walks around to my front. I feel his gaze rest on the catheter bag taped to my leg. Because of it, I'm just wearing thigh high stockings, not a full pair of panty hose. He doesn't say a word. I want to crawl into a hole and die. I step out of my skirt and bend down to pick it up, putting it over the back of a chair with my blouse and bra. I return to stand in front of him. 'Now, your panties and stockings', he commands. 'But put your shoes back on.' I feel like I'm in a slow motion movie as I comply. When I have done as he asked, he asks me why I have the catheter in. I tell him I have a congenital defect that causes urinary retention from time to time. He asks me why I have not told him at any of my weekly sessions and I reply that I was too embarrassed. He reaches out and caresses my cheek and says there's nothing to be embarrassed about, that it's not my fault and it's a medical necessity. I secretly wonder what it would be like to be fucked by him with the catheter in. Adrian has never been interested in sex at these times, even when we were newlyweds.”

“Is that true?” he asked her.

“What? That I use a catheter?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, I use one when I need to.”

“Frequently?”

“It seems to go in cycles.”

“And is it true that you haven't told me out of embarrassment?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

He approached her and caressed her cheek like he did in her fantasy. “There's no need to be, my dear. You seem to realize that in your fantasy.” She blushed. “We will talk about it at our next session. But let's get back to where we were.” Myles opened a drawer in the cupboards and took some things out. Zara could hear him opening the packaging. He washed his hands with soap and water, then dried them and approached her open legs. Putting the items on her tummy, he took a pair of sterile gloves and put them on. “This will be cold”, he said as he wiped her urethral opening area with a sterile swab. “Once more”, as he did it a second time. She realized he was going to put a catheter in her.

“Doctor, I don't need a catheter right now, I can pee without it just fine.”

“I know, but you are getting one anyway.” He picked up the tubing and lubricated it before inserting it into her. She'd had this done so many times and had done it on herself even more that it was routine. She felt no pain, just a different sensation as the doctor pushed it up into her bladder. Next, he injected saline into it to fill the balloon which would ensure it stayed in place. He attached a bag before releasing the clamp and taped the bag to her inner right leg. She wondered if he planned to fuck her.

After disposing of the empty packaging and his gloves, Myles picked up the journal. He stood at her side and fondled one of her her breasts with his free hand, the other hand holding the diary while he continued to read aloud:

“He walks around to my backside. I can feel his gaze on me the whole time. I feel his hands on my butt cheeks as he caresses them. Suddenly, I feel the sting of a hand coming down on my ass. I ask 'what's that for?' and he smacks me again and says it's for not telling him about my congenital defect that requires me to use a catheter at times. A couple more smacks and he stops, telling me that was tame because he understands my embarrassment, but he needs to stress that I can and should tell him everything about myself.”

“Turn toward me, Zara.” She complied, twisting around as best as she could given the restraints. He reached over her and gave her a couple smacks on her butt. It stung a bit, but didn't really hurt. What it did do was increase her growing arousal. “Back on your back, Pet.” He resumed caressing her breast and holding her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger while giving it a squeeze.

“I feel something around my neck and reach up with one hand to figure out what it is. It appears to be a necklace of some sort. 'What's this? I ask. 'It's your collar' he replies and holds it in front of my face so I can see it. It's black with round silver things – rivets? all around it. Dr Holt holds it up to my neck again and fastens it in back.

“His hands push my arms from my body and he reaches around, holding my breasts as he steps up against me. I can feel his shirt on my back and his groin on my ass. He pushes himself into me and I can feel his erection through his pants. Oh my god, I think. Is this really happening? He kisses my neck and whispers to me that I am his. I can feel the wetness escape from my pussy. I have never been this wet. I want him, oh how I want him!

“I bring my hands up and put them over his as he caresses and squeezes my 38C's. All that running and exercising has been well worth it. They are nice and perky, the way so many men like. Too bad Adrian doesn't appreciate them. But I won't think of him right now. I will focus solely on what my studly doctor is doing to me.”

Myles set the journal down on her abdomen and leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it and sucked gently. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure. After a couple minutes, he did the same to the other breast. He leaned over and whispered in her ear “You are mine” before kissing her on the lips.

He was a skilled kisser and it made her want more. But he had other things on his mind and moved down to her feet. Stepping between her legs, he placed his hands on her hips and brought her butt down to the edge of the table. When he had her positioned the way he wanted, he admired her restrained body and neatly trimmed pubic area before he picked her journal up. As he continued reading, his free hand lightly brushed up against her slit. He kept it there so that she barely felt it – enough to arouse her, but also making her long for more. Myles picked up where he left off:

“Dr Holt continues to grind into me and though I didn't think it possible, his cock gets even harder. I hear his zipper being undone, then feel his member on my ass crack. He bends me over and puts it at the opening to my pussy. 'Do you want it?' he asks me. I nod. 'I can't hear you', he says. 'Yes! I want it!' I almost scream. 'That's my girl, tell Doctor you want his cock.' 'I want your cock, Doctor!' and with that he pushes it into me. It feels like it's stretching me wider than any other cock has. He begins to pump in and out very slowly, picking up speed after a bit.”

As he read, Myles set the journal on Zara's abdomen and undid his pants and zipper. He took his cock out and pushed into her, following the script she'd written out, veering only in having her lying down with her hands and feet restrained instead of standing up with him behind her. That would be for another time.

“Suddenly, he pulls out and takes my hand and guides me over to my bed. He takes a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and cuffs my hands in back. Then he sits down on the edge of the bed and undoes the button of his pants, pushing the sides apart, freeing his balls. They are clean shaven, as is his pubic area. He tells me to kneel in front of him. I do and he gently pushes my head down to his cock. 'Just the tip', he says, almost in a whisper, and I take it in my mouth, sucking gently. I can taste my juices on him.”

At this, Myles took his cock out of Zara's pussy and went back to her head. He put his hand on the side, turning her face toward him. She saw that only his balls were shaved. He put the tip of his cock against her lips. She parted them without a fuss and he slipped the head into her mouth. She did as she wrote about, sucking on it gently. She could taste her own pussy juices. He picked the journal up from where he'd again laid it on her abdomen.

“I can hear his breathing quicken and he pushes my head down so that I take his entire cock into my mouth. I continue to suck and he leans back on his hands, thrusting himself into me. He fucks my mouth like that for a minute or two then he stands up and tells me to sit up on my knees. I obey and he takes a handful of my hair at the back of my head and pulls it back. 'Open up'. My mouth takes him in and he starts fucking it again. I can feel the head hit the back of my throat and his balls on my chin. His thrusts get faster and faster.”

With this, Myles pumped his cock in and out of Zara's mouth.

“When he's ready, he explodes in my throat, telling me to swallow every drop. I am happy to do so.”

The doctor set the journal down again and held the back of her head as he pumped into her mouth. “Take every drop, Pet.” He came hard, shooting a load into her throat. She swallowed. He was a heavy cummer, so she had to swallow a few times. When he finished, he withdrew his cock. He read again:

When he is finished cumming, he takes his cock out of my mouth and tells me to lick the cum off the head.”

“Lick the cum off my cock”, he told her. “Clean it up and get me hard again while I read some more.”

“I do as he asks and lick him clean, then take him into my mouth again. It doesn't take long for him to get another erection.”

Myles pushed his cleaned up cock into her mouth and as she'd written in the journal, she got him hard again. He took the journal to the foot of the table and again laid it on her abdomen so he could read hands-free. He rubbed his hand up and down her slit before sticking a couple fingers in her. He could feel her wetness. Knowing she was so hot for him made him even more hot for her than he'd been. Yes, he'd been hot for her long before he took her journal out of her bag while she was in the washroom. Seeing what she'd wrote about him made him cross that line that doctors are not supposed to cross. He couldn't believe he was doing it – and she was letting him. Yes, he had her restrained, but she had her safe word, which she had not used. He had never even thought about doing this with any other patient in his years as both a medical doctor and therapist.

When he was again fully erect, the doctor went back to his patient's feet and adjusted the stirrups so that they were a bit wider and higher. This brought her ass up to be more accessible. He continued reading:

“Dr Holt pulls me up to a standing position. He bends down and kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I can feel my heart race, anticipating what is to come. Or should I say 'cum'?

“After a minute, he guides me toward the bed and pushes me face down on it. He is on me in one swift movement, pushing my legs open with his knee as he lies on top of me. He still has his pants on, but he has pushed them and his shorts down to his thighs. I feel his cock head on my pussy opening and he shoves it into me – hard and fast.”

At this, Myles entered her pussy in one swift, hard thrust. She gasped. “Are you okay, Pet?” he asked her.

“Yes, Doctor. I just wasn't expecting that”, she replied, not objecting to this nickname he'd given her.

“You should have. You wrote it.”

“He pumps in and out of me, gaining speed. Suddenly, he withdraws. I wonder if I have done something to displease him. Then I feel him at my anus, rubbing his pre-cum into my hole.”

Following the script Zara had written, her doctor pulled out of her pussy and rubbed his cock head on her anal sphincter, spreading the pre-cum around to lubricate her. He knew it wasn't enough, but she was the one who fantasized about it. He was just helping her live it out.

“I feel more pressure and it hurts. I wince. 'Do you want to stop?', Dr Holt asks me. 'No, Doctor'. 'You are sure?' 'Yes, absolutely'. He continues to push his cock into my ass. It hurts a lot, but I have talked to people who have done it and they said the pain only lasts a couple minutes, so I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Once his head is through my sphincter, the pain isn't so bad.”

Myles pushed into her anus. His cock head was bigger than she'd envisioned in her fantasy, so it hurt more than she was expecting. However, she did not want him to stop. She could feel her wetness. Some fluid ran out of her pussy and landed on his shaft. He pushed it all the way into her, standing still as he read the next part:

“He gets it all in and holds it there for a minute, letting me get used to the feeling of having a cock in my ass.'Is this your first time?' he asks and I reply in the affirmative. 'It's your first, but not the last', he tells me. Is this his way of saying this isn't a one time only thing?' He lies down again on my back and kisses my neck, as he starts to thrust in and out of my ass – very, very slowly to allow me to get used to the sensation. My hands are hurting from him lying on them, but I say nothing and concentrate on what he is doing to my ass.”

Myles asked her the question he had asked in her fantasy. “Is this your first time with anal, Zara?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“It won't be your last, Pet. I know you are going to love it.” He kissed her neck as he began to pump in and out of her. My, her ass is tight, he thought to himself. So very, very tight. I'm glad I came in her mouth first, that will help me last longer now. He stood up again and resumed reading from the journal as he picked up speed with his thrusts.

“He starts to pump faster in and out of me. His breathing quickens, as does mine. He puts his thumb on my clit and begins to rub it. I feel like I'm going to explode. Almost as if he can read my mind, he tells me not yet. I am not to cum until he tells me to.”

Myles put his thumb on her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion. He could see her breathing quicken and knew she was close to orgasm. “Not yet, Pet. Not until I say you can.”

Zara groaned inwardly. She didn't dare do it audibly. She was so close but she did not want to disobey her doctor. She craved his approval and would be mad at herself if she angered him. She'd already disappointed him by not telling him of her need to self catheterize from time to time. She did not want to further disappoint him today.

“I do not want to disappoint my hot doctor, so I hold off. 'Do you want me to cum in your ass?' he asks. 'Cum where-ever you want to, Doctor.' 'Then I will cum in your ass.'”

“Where do you want me to cum? In your ass?” he asks her.

“Anywhere you want, Doctor.”

“Right answer, Pet. I think I will cum in that beautiful, tight ass of yours.”

“With his hands on my hips, he pulls me up so that I am kneeling with my shoulders on the bed. He reaches around me and puts his thumb on my clit, going around and around in small circles. 'Cum with me!' he orders as he pumps faster and faster. I feel his hot jizz spurt into my anal canal and it sends me over the edge. I scream as wave after wave of extreme pleasure overtake me.”

“I want you to cum with me, Zara. NOW!” He came hard into her ass and she exploded in her own orgasm. She was a screamer and this time was no different. Myles was not expecting her to be so loud, but he found it very satisfying to know he brought her to this height of pleasure. When they were finished, he brushed her hair off her forehead and kissed her. “That was exquisite, Pet.” He undid the restraints on her wrists and she wrapped her arms around his back.

“Thank you, Doctor. I've never cum so hard in my life.”

Later, after he cleaned her up and released her feet, she started to get dressed. “Do you want to take the catheter out or shall I do it?”

“Leave it in until our next session, it's only a few days away. I will take it out then.” There was no reason to make her keep it in, except to exert his dominance over her.

As she was about to leave, she realized she forgot something. She reached up to undo the collar around her neck. Myles noticed and put his hand on her arm. “No, Pet. Not until I say you can. I will text you permission to remove it when I decide it's time.”

“But I have to pick up a couple things on my way home! People will see it!”

“All the better”, he replied with a slight smile.