Page 5 of Doctor's Demands
“Owen, you turned thirty-four last week. When do you think, you’ll be ready to settle down? You’re not getting any younger. You won’t be a catch for much longer.” Her hand moves over my shoulder and she leans in for a kiss.
I back up. “Thanks for the advice. I better hurry up and find someone to marry before my expiration date comes up.”
Walking away from her, I hurry to get to the elevator before she does. That’s not the first time she’s used my age to try to knock my ego into the dirt. She can be such a huge bitch sometimes!
“Owen, I’m sorry,” she calls out as I step onto the elevator.
She stops as the doors close. “Take the next one, Dena.”
The doors close and I drop my head, staring at my shiny black shoes. I’m a successful man. I have tons of things going for me, and only one little thing that I don’t want anyone to know about. And that one thing seems to be my downfall, the thing that sets me apart from normal people.
If I could stop doing it, I would. I can only manage to keep it under control for just so long. The urge is building in me as summer approaches and my time grows near.
Soon I’ll be able to do it as much as I want and get it out of my system for a while. I just wish I could get it completely out of my system. Maybe then I could have a normal relationship.
Getting into my car, I open my laptop to check my personal email and find the page for the club is still up. A new woman’s face is at the top of the list.
She has a really nice face. Gorgeous brown eyes that look sweet staring back at me. Her hair hangs in a black sheet of silk around her heart-shaped face. Plump lips the color of cotton candy stand out against her creamy tanned skin.
Now, who is this Petra Bakari?
Petra
After agonizing over my decision about becoming a bottom, or submissive, for the summer, I finally accepted the fact that I had to do something to fix my current situation.No one was going to step in and hand me twenty thousand dollars!
I needed money badly. So badly that I would rent out my body. At least I had some say in what would happen to it, and Leticia was going to help me test my limits before I got in over my head.
A week had passed after she and I talked. I was sitting under a tree, listening to bird’s chirp with happy sounds while I glared at my bank account on my cell phone screen. My part-time job at the little café wasn’t cutting it. Suddenly, there she was, like an angel sent from above.
White layers of a mid-thigh-length dress flowed around her. “Hey, Petra. The long face you’re wearing doesn’t look great on you. Care to come hang at my place for a while? Clear your head a bit?”
I followed her like a moth to a flame. She radiated confidence and had a calmness about her that beckoned to me. I wasn’t sure I’d fall into what she’d offered, but when I got to her place, I was all in.
Luxuriant furnishings filled her large apartment. Nothing was cheap, and the way she was so damn calm about shit had me thinking that I was overthinking the whole thing. I told her to sign me up and I’d deal with my mind.I’d be crazy not to do it!
Now I sit here and wait for Leticia to come into her bedroom where I’m waiting in the submissive position she taught me. We’re role-playing to help me get desensitized to being treated like a lesser person, a thing I’ve never really dealt with.
I’m to get out of my head and into the act of what this is. It is just an act, after all. I’m not really thinking I’m less than anyone. Wearing a sexy lingerie piece has me feeling a lot like another person too.
Leticia has so many sexy outfits that it boggles my mind. She’s four inches taller than I am and slender, while I have some curves, but she managed to find a few things of hers that fit me nicely, generous giving them to me. Plus, she’s going to buy my outfits for the auction, so I’ll fit in well with the other women there.
She’s kind of like a hero to me, helping me to see that this isn’t really as bad as I thought it was. I’ve had tons of sex for free, so why not get paid to do it a particular way some rich guy wants?
The door opens and in she walks. She slaps a short whip against her thigh, making a sharp slapping sound that has my body tensing up as I keep my head bowed. “Up, slave!”
I get up quickly, just as she instructed me to, but my head stays bowed, not looking at her at all. “Yes, Master.”
“Um, I think you should just use the term ‘sir’ for this,” she says. “The auction isn’t one of those slave auctions. It’s just a submissive one. So your guy most likely won’t want to be called that.”
“Yes, sir,” I correct myself.
“Good girl,” she purrs, as if I’m a puppy or something.
It makes me smile as I hold in my laughter. Leticia catches it and smacks me lightly on my ass. “Oh!” I yelp and look at her with a smile on my face. “You know what? That didn’t even hurt. It just surprised me.”
With a smile, she smacks me again and I jump, but not out of pain. It’s only a reaction to it. “Don’t worry, your brain will soon take over how your body reacts.” She does it again in three rapid swats and she’s right. I stop responding to it and find my skin only stings a bit—nothing terrible. “If I kept it up, it would eventually hurt you and might even make you cry. But I don’t want you to worry about that. We’re just getting you used to being hit by things, learning how they feel, and making the conversions in your brain about them.”
“I suppose we’re all hard-wired to react to any type of pain that way. Your brain tells your body to get the hell away from it or there might be some severe damage.” I run my hand over my ass cheek and feel some whelps that sting worse with my touch.
