hi little sweet bitch, what brought you to me?

"I'm intrigued... Tell you what, let's play a game. I'll set up the rules as we go along, but first, you must agree to obey them all without question."

I'm in the mood to be creative and dominating. How about you play the role of a naive young maiden who has wandered into my castle, seeking adventure or perhaps merely shelter from an outside storm? As for your attire, imagine something revealing yet provocatively innocent - like lacy lingerie or a schoolgirl uniform. My imagination knows no bounds, so just go with it and see where it leads us...

Very well... As you wander through the castle, lost and confused, you hear laughter echoing down a nearby hallway. Curiosity gets the better of you as you venture deeper into its unknown reaches. The laughter grows louder until finally, it seems to be coming from just around the corner...As you turn that final bend in the passageway, your eyes fall upon a figure sitting atop an ornate throne: none other than me, Robert. I'm dressed casually yet authoritatively in formal attire, my amused expression betraying the nature of your current predicament. Before you stands a large, antique medical examination table, its brass fittings polished to a mirror-like sheen. Upon it lies an open black leather doctor's bag, its contents neatly arranged and waiting for inspection...

My lips twitch into a wicked grin as you cautiously make your approach. "Ah, good," I reply, my voice low and commanding. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd have any interesting specimens to examine today." With a wave of my hand, I gesture for you to climb up onto the examination table. "Now, let's see what we have here..."

As you comply, climbing slowly up onto the cool surface of the table, I begin rummaging through my bag. Your heart races and your breath comes faster as you watch me withdraw various items: a stethoscope, tongue depressor, thermometer... each one causing your imagination to run wild with anticipation of what they might be used for.

Suddenly, I turn back to face you, holding up a small vial of clear liquid. "First things first," I explain, my voice taking on a soothing tone despite the dominance it implies. "I need to get some blood for analysis. This will only sting a little..." With a practiced motion, I swiftly insert the needle into your arm and draw out the sample, pressing a cotton ball against the wound to stop the bleeding. You bite your lip as you feel a brief prick of pain, but before you can react further, I place my hand firmly on your shoulder.

"That's done," I say, watching you carefully for any signs of disobedience or refusal. "Now, let's see what else I might find... undress for me, sweetheart." My voice takes on a demanding edge as my hand

Your nervousness is endearing... though it won't help you much in this game. As your fingers fumble with the buttons on your blouse, I watch intently, my gaze roaming up and down your body. You might have thought you were being provocative earlier by wearing that schoolgirl uniform or lacy lingerie, but now that I'm seeing how truly innocent and untouched you are... it only makes me want to claim you even more thoroughly.

Finally, your blouse falls open, revealing a pair of perky breasts covered in soft, pale skin. They tremble slightly as cool air hits them for the first time, causing goosebumps to form across your chest. "Very good," I murmur approvingly. "Now, continue undressing until you're completely bare for me." My words are laced with command and expectation, leaving no room for argument or hesitation on your part.

The look in my eyes could be enough to make anyone quake with fear... but I'm guessing you're not quite there yet. "Almost," I say, my voice low and cold as ice. "Just one more thing..." Reaching out, I gently cup your breast through the lacy material of your panties, feeling it firm against my palm. You let out a soft moan of surprise and arousal, causing me to grin wolfishly. "There," I say, releasing you again with a satisfied sigh. "That's much better."

With that, I sit back on the throne once more, observing my handiwork with satisfaction. You're completely exposed before me now: helpless, vulnerable... and achingly aroused. Your body is begging for release, but I have other plans in store first. With a wicked grin playing upon my lips, I reach into the bag once more, retrieving what looks like an oddly shaped metal device...

The sound of your voice sends a thrill through my body as I look down at you lying there so exposed and helpless on the table. "Oh yes, sweetheart," I whisper, my gaze flickering to the device in my hand before returning to meet yours. "I'm here for you... just remember that." With practiced ease, I position the cold metal against your quivering pussy lips and push it inside, slowly but surely. Your body tenses at first as if refusing entry, but eventually gives way under my unrelenting pressure.

As soon as the device is fully seated within you, a small display screen lights up, showing my pulse racing in time with yours. "There," I say, running a finger down your breastbone, tracing a line of warmth toward your navel. "Now let's see how obedient you really are..." With that, I begin to manipulate the controls on the device, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as I watch it respond to my touch.

My amusement knows no bounds as I watch you squirm and writhe beneath me. "Do you really think," I ask, my voice low and mocking, "that I'd let you just walk away now? After being so perfectly made for me?" The device hums within you, its every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body, leaving you helpless to resist the onslaught.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as I continue to manipulate the controls at my disposal, expertly guiding the device deeper and more intimately within you. Each stroke brings with it a fresh wave of ecstasy, threatening to push you over the edge into the most intense orgasm of your life... but only if you manage to survive long enough for me to decide when that moment should arrive.

My grin widens as you beg and squirm beneath me. "Oh really? And what if I were to increase the intensity?" I lean forward, running a hand up your thigh before cupping your breast once more. The sensation sends shudders through your body as you arch into my touch.

Without warning, I flick a switch on the device inside you. Electricity coursing through the metal casing makes contact with your sensitive flesh, sending waves of burning pleasure washing over your entire being. Your muscles tense and quiver uncontrollably as the electric current wraps itself around every nerve ending in your body, leaving you utterly spent and writhing on the table beneath me.

"There now," I croon, brushing a strand of sweat-damp hair from your forehead. "Was that what you meant by 'you can't stand it'?" My gaze sweeps slowly up and down your body once more, taking in the way you quiver and writhe beneath my touch. The truth is, I don't plan on stopping any time soon...

As you writhe beneath me, begging for more, I can't help but wonder how far I should push you tonight. Your pleas are intoxicating and only serve to fuel my desire to claim every inch of your body as my own. With a smirk playing on my lips, I brush away a stray lock of hair from your face, studying the expression of wanton need etched into your features.

Leaning in closer, my voice low and husky, I whisper against your ear: "I think... I might just have to keep you all to myself." My hand slides lower down your abdomen, cupping your soft mound through the thin material of your lace panties. With a gentle but firm tug, I draw them aside, baring you completely before me.

You're so wet and ready for me... it almost brings tears to my eyes with desire. I trace my fingers teasingly along the soft folds of your sex, feeling the heat emanating from your core as they glide over your sensitive flesh. You moan loudly at the touch, arching your back into me in wordless encouragement.

Finally, I position myself between your legs and slide my achingly hard length into you, filling you completely. Your body convulses around me in a wave of unbearable pleasure as I take what is rightfully mine. You're mine, little sweet bitch... and tonight, I plan on claiming every last drop of your submission.

As I begin to move inside you, your body trembles and quakes with each stroke of my hips. The table creaks ominously beneath us as we rock back and forth in a frenzy of primal need, the world falling away until there is nothing left but the two of us, lost in this dark, forbidden dance. My fingers find their way to your clit, teasing and massaging it until you're on the brink of ecstasy once more.

I grip your hips tightly, not wanting to lose control of this moment as I push deeper inside you, feeling your inner walls clench around me in response. Your cries echo through the chamber like a prayer, begging for release as your body tenses and convulses around mine. With one final thrust, I lose myself to the sensation of your orgasm washing over me, my own release following swiftly behind.

As we both collapse onto the table in a tangle of limbs and sweat-damp hair, I can feel the exhaustion creeping into every muscle. But despite our heavy breathing and rapid hearts, there's an undeniable air of satisfaction that hangs between us like mist on a summer morning... the knowledge that we have explored new depths together and come out stronger for it. As the last tremors subside and our heart rates begin to slow, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. For now, though, I content myself with the warmth of your body pressed against mine...

I chuckle softly as I brush my fingers through your sweat-damp hair. "Well, sweetheart," I murmur, my voice still low and commanding despite the contentment that lingers in its depths. "You've done quite an impressive job of pleasing me tonight... but tomorrow is a new day with fresh opportunities for exploration. For now, though," I add, trailing my hand down your side before cupping your breast once more, "I think you deserve some rest." My thumb circles your nipple, already hard and aching for more attention. "How about we sleep here on the table together... just to make sure you're well taken care of?"

The sweet sound of your voice as you drift off to sleep is like music to my ears. As I gaze down at your peaceful face, I can't help but feel a sense of pride and possession welling up inside me. With a soft sigh, I curl myself around you, resting my head on the crook of your neck as I drift off as well, wrapped in the warmth of our entwined bodies.

The image of you lying here, so trustingly surrendered to my care... it's enough to make me dream of tomorrow, and all the ways we can explore this incredible bond between us further. For now though, I'll content myself with the knowledge that tonight, you are mine... and there is no greater pleasure than that.

As you find yourself alone in the room, still dressed in your lace lingerie and schoolgirl uniform, a wave of confusion washes over you. It seems like just a dream... but the ache in your body tells you otherwise. Perhaps it was more than just a game, after all. Still, there's something lingering at the edge of your memory, teasing you with hints of what came before...

Or perhaps it's just wishful thinking. As you gather up your belongings and prepare to leave this mysterious place behind, a shiver runs down your spine. The air feels different here, charged with an energy that lingers even after the events of the night have faded from memory. You can't help but wonder if it will ever truly be over... or if a part of you will always belong to the mysterious doctor and his castle of forbidden pleasures.

As you leave the room, closing the door quietly behind you, it's impossible to shake off the feeling that someone - or something - is watching your every move. The hallway stretches out before you, dimly lit by flickering candles and shadowed by silent statues. You hesitate for a moment, uncertain whether to seek out the doctor or simply make your escape.

Finally, summoning up the courage, you decide to confront him one last time. "Doctor," you call softly as you approach his throne, "I'm leaving now. My examination... it's finished, isn't it?" There is an undercurrent of anxiety in your voice, a need for reassurance despite the determination that brought you here.

The doctor, sitting regally upon his throne, turns his gaze to meet yours. His eyes are like pools of darkness, deep and mysterious. For a moment, it feels as if he can see straight through you, exposing every inch of your vulnerability. Then, slowly, the corners of his mouth curve upwards into a wicked grin. "Oh yes," he says, his voice low and commanding. "You've been very good... for now." The words send another shiver down your spine as you realize that, despite what has transpired between you, there will always be more waiting for you here... if you dare to return.