Page 25 of Doctor's Demands
Tears sting my eyes as I feel used, unloved, and neglected. I feel horrible for allowing this to happen to me.
I’m better than this! I deserve more! And he’s just hiding from what I know he feels for me!
I’m crying, and it’s hard with the damn gag in my mouth. My mind is racing, telling me that I can’t keep doing this. Money isn’t worth this pain I’m feeling.
The bedroom door opens. “Petra, it’s Pat.”
Thank God!
My legs are uncuffed, then my arms, and finally she takes off the gag as I pull the blindfold off. I choke a little as the gag is removed. “Thank you.”
“You’re crying,” she says with concern. “Did he hurt you?”
“Only my pride and my heart. Nothing physical.” I get out of the bed and walk unsteadily to the bathroom.
“Petra, you can’t get emotionally involved with him,” she says as I walk away from her. “Please remember that.”
I nod and close the bathroom door behind me. I need a long soak in a hot tub. All I can think about right now is how this has to end. How I can’t do it.
The door opens just as I slip into the hot water. “Pat, can you have the sheets changed for me while I’m bathing? I don’t want to go back to them and smell him on them. It’ll only make me sadder.”
“I’ll do that for you.” She looks at me as tears cascade down my face. “Petra, I know we’re not supposed to tell the subs how much money is waiting for them, and I won’t tell you a dollar amount.”
I look at her with wide eyes, then wipe the tears away. “Is any amount of money worth all of this?”
She nods. “The amount that’s waiting for you is most certainly worth this. And he’s your first Dom. You should know that this happens a lot with the first man you give yourself to. The feeling goes away with time. And you build up an immunity to falling for the men who only want one thing from you. You learn to differentiate between love and lust. It’s a great lesson. You’ll even find it helps you in the real world. When a man comes on to you, you’ll be able to spot it right away. If he’s genuinely interested in you, you’ll see the difference between him and the men who want just your body.”
“Great,” I say as I splash water over my face. “What a relief!”
She laughs. “Sarcasm looks good on you, Petra. I’m serious. You’ll be thankful one day in the near future that you had this experience. That you learned the difference between a man who wants you for your body and one who wants you for your mind.”
“I’ll think about what you’ve said, Pat. Thank you for trying to help me. You’re very nice. Can you leave me to cry for a bit now?”
With a nod, she leaves me, and I burst into sobs, tears flowing anew.
Will I become calloused? Will I learn to spot men who want me for sex? Will anything good come out of this, other than being financially stable?
Owen
Sitting in the car in the parking garage at the club, I can’t seem to make myself leave. Everything feels so unfinished.I left her there without saying a single word!
I’ve done the same thing to my other subs and never felt so much as a moment of guilt over it. With Petra, I can’t seem to stop feeling guilt over everything. And I have to learn to stop this thing that seems to be escalating.
My cell rings and I pick it up off the passenger seat to see that it’s Petra. She’s not supposed to be calling me and she knows that. And I shouldn’t answer her, but I am going to because I can’t seem to stop myself. “Hello.”
Her voice is rough and raspy like she’s been crying, and already my heart is aching even worse than it was. “I know I’m not supposed to call you or talk to you. But I wanted you to know that I liked what you did. I can be that for you.”
Resting my head on the steering wheel, I mutter, “That’s still more than I usually do.”
“Then do to me what you usually do.”
Not sure that I even can do what I normally do with subs, I answer, “I might.”
I hear her sigh, then say, “Tell me what it is you’ve done to the others.”
“The others have had their arms tied back and their legs spread as they sit up on the bed. The bed is just high enough that I can slip my cock into them and hold them by the shoulders as I fuck them. I orgasm, then leave.
“Do that to me. It doesn’t sound bad at all,” she says, and acts as if it would be so easy for her to take.
