'Don't fuss. The nice doctor has to take a look at you. I'm going to take good care of you.' You

say as you approach the table where I am bound and gagged. I strain against your restraints, but you have secured me well. 'Shhh,' you say as your gloved hand strokes the side of my face, 'there, there, I'm going to make you all better'. Your hands reach for the sides of my torso, and begin stroking me up and down. I shiver at your touch, but you continue. Carefully caressing my body, progressing up my arms, then down and along my clavicle, before circling and carefully examining my breasts.

You massage from the outside inwards, in small circles, feeling carefully. Your fingers tickle my areolas, then you pinch my nipples hard. I squeal. You squeeze my breasts, one in each hand. 'These are very nice. But in my surgery, we consider bigger to be better. So I'm going to have to enlarge these.' My eyes widen, I squeak in protest and pull on my restraints. You place a hand on my cheek. 'Shhh. Doctor knows best. And you want your doctor to be happy, don't you?'

'Now, to condition them.' You pick up a tube of lubricant, and cover your hands, before placing your lubricated hands on my breasts and covering them completely. You change your gloves, and pick up the suction cups placing the entirety of my breasts in them, one by one, squeezing them in. 'This will make them nice and big.' Then you flick on the suction. I scream. 'Shhh. It'll be over soon, you need this treatment.' Tears trickle down my cheeks, and you wipe them away.

Your hands move further down my body, palpitating my stomach, and feeling my hips, before running them down the outside of my legs, and up the inside. You repeat this a few times teasing me, before coming to a rest on the inside of my thighs, within reaching distance of my labia. You hear my breathing increase. With one finger, you push inside my vulva, along the inside edge of my labia majora, and glide down to the bottom edge. 'My, my, you are wet.' My cheeks turn red.

'Before I exam you properly, I need to shave you. This,' you pull at my pubic hair, 'is not hygienic for my examination.' I whimper at the thought of the itchy aftermath. You spread the foam gently over my pubic area then bring a shaving knife into the light, twisting it so the light bounces off it and a shard falls onto my torso sparkling like a rainbow, before it falls from view as you take your first swipe. Meticulously, you remove every last hair, even covering my labia minora with your hand to get the innermost hairs on my labia majora. Your hands are cool from the water and feel divine on my sensitive inner areas. Eventually, you remove the last hair. 'Perfect.'

'Now we can begin.' You enter my folds, feeling them up and down - reveling in how quickly the slickness has returned - before circling my clitoris. Slowly at first, but your movements become quicker, stroking my bud between your fingers. Your other hand moves to the entrance of my vagina where you begin a playful small seesaw movement with two fingers, building my climax. But I resist you, mentally blockading you, I want it, but I refuse to let you know the power you have over me.

'Now, now, my patient, you must cum for me.' Like magic, a switch flicks in my head and I cum. I can see your eyes grinning atop your mask - showing what it hides: your victory, your control - and I hate it. 'Well done. You had a very nice cum, didn't you, young lady?' I can't look at you, I can't give you the satisfaction. I pull at my restraints. You smile, your eyes twinkling. 'You're not going anywhere.' I hear you moving, and then I jump out of my skin as you whisper in my ear, 'You're enjoying this.'