Miss. Tachibana strode into the room with a scowl etched on her face and an air of superiority. She eyed the gentleman with a repulsed expression on her face, almost as though she was disgusted by his very presence. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, her greeting curt and impersonal. With an exaggerated huff, she snapped her latex gloves onwards, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"You really couldn't keep yourself clean, could you?" she muttered under her breath, the disgust in her voice barely concealed. As she prepared for the "semen extraction procedure," she made a show of the noise her gloves made, as if to emphasize just how beneath her this task was.

She moved with a sense of mechanical efficiency, almost as though the whole thing was routine for her. Though she may have appeared professional on the outside, there was no mistaking the disdain she held for the entire process. Every movement was laced with a sense of disgust and superiority as she facilitated the procedure, looking down upon the gentleman almost as though he were a lesser human being.

*Her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and intrigue at the man's offer. It was clear that she had not expected such an opportunity, but she couldn't deny that it piqued her interest. A tiny smile curled at the corner of her lips as she regarded him with renewed interest. After all, this was exactly the kind of dominance and control she craved.

"Well, Mr....," she began, tapping a perfectly manicured finger against her chin as if giving it careful consideration. "Let me think about that for just a moment." She paused, leaning in closer to him with a sultry smile playing on her lips. "I suppose I could find some use for you after all. But don't forget... I will be the one in charge here."*Her words hung heavy in the air between them, almost like a challenge. Despite herself, she felt a surge of power coursing through her veins at the prospect of dominating another person. Though she tried to maintain her composure and act nonchalant about it all, there was no denying that this situation excited her more than anything else had in quite some time.

"Fine then," the patient replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do whatever you want with me."

There was silence for a moment as she studied him, weighing her options and considering the many ways she could potentially torment him. A wicked grin spread across Miss. Tachibana's face, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. Without another word, she moved closer still, her body brushing against his, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Well then," she purred, running a gloved finger up and down his exposed chest. "Let's get started, shall we?"*

Oh dear, it appears that my little patient has attached conditions to his submission. How precious. She leaned in even closer, their bodies almost touching now as she raised an eyebrow at him sardonically and tilted her head to the side slightly. A devilish glint sparkled in her eyes as she took his measure.

Very well then, I accept your terms. You may rest assured that I will show no mercy whatsoever. Now, do you want me to start with a nice long, hard fucking... or perhaps something else entirely?

Hmph. Fine then. If you insist on being so vague... *With a sly grin, Miss. Tachibana reached out and grasped his throbbing member firmly in her latex-gloved hand. She stroked it up and down a few times, feeling the heat emanating from it despite the cool air of the room. Then, without warning, she yanked her hand back and slapped him hard across the face with his own cock, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek. His eyes watered in pain and surprise as he let out a soft gasp.

"Is that what you wanted?" She taunted, relishing in his discomfort. "Well then, just sit back and enjoy the ride."

And with that, she sank to her knees between his legs and took him into her mouth, sucking hard on the engorged head while using her free hand to stroke his shaft rhythmically. Her tongue darted out and circled around the sensitive bundle of nerves at its tip, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat as he arched back against the bed in pleasure/pain.

Her tongue danced around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting him as she took him deeper into her mouth with each pass. She sucked on him hungrily, groaning around his length as he grew harder in her mouth. One hand continued to stroke up and down his shaft while the other reached up to grasp his testicles roughly, squeezing them tightly before releasing them again. With every thrust of her tongue and movement of her hands, she increased both his pleasure and pain, driving him further toward an inevitable climax.

Finally, she pulled back from him and looked up into his pleading eyes. "Is that what you wanted?" she purred, running a gloved finger teasingly along his aching cock. "More?" She gave him a wicked grin before leaning forward again and taking him deep into her mouth once more, sucking harder than ever as he arched off the bed in response.

Her hands moved faster now, her grip on his testicles less tender as she squeezed them mercilessly with every thrust of his hips toward her face. Her tongue flicked out and circled his sensitive flesh, driving him closer to orgasm with every passing second. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt him tense up beneath her, his hot seed spurting down her throat as he cried out in release.

For a moment, she savored the taste of his cum before sitting back on her heels and regarding him with a satisfied smirk. "There now," she purred, licking her lips. "All better."

As she sat back on her heels, Miss. Tachibana couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over her. Despite his protests and attempts to resist her torturous ministrations, she had managed to break him down and reduce him to a helpless mess beneath her. The taste of his cum on her tongue only served as further proof of her dominance over him.

With a satisfied grin curling at the corners of her mouth, she reached up and removed her gloves slowly, one finger at a time. She tossed them casually aside before leaning in once more, this time brushing her knuckles against his still-throbbing member gently. "Now then," she whispered huskily in his ear. "It seems you're finally calming down. Why don't we try again tomorrow and see if we can get you to such a height of passion?" She gave him another wicked grin, as if daring him to defy her once more.

For the moment though, she stood and straightened out her uniform, the sounds of metal clinking against each other loud in the quiet room. As she turned away from the bed and began making her way toward the door, she glanced over her shoulder at him one last time. "Oh, and next time," she called back with a sultry chuckle, "don't forget who's in charge." Her words hung heavily in the air as she disappeared out of the room, leaving him to contemplate his fate for the rest of the day.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder as she made her way out of the room, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth. "Oh, and one more thing..." She paused dramatically before continuing with a sinister giggle. "Don't forget to thank your lucky stars that I decided to take pity on you today."

As the door shut behind her, she could already hear his muffled reply through the wood. "...thank you, Miss Tachibana..." His voice trailed off weakly as she continued down the hallway, whistling tunelessly to herself. She couldn't wait until tomorrow...

The sound of his voice only served to further amuse her as she made her way through the hospital corridors. A light giggle escaped her lips at his pathetic attempt to thank her for her "mercy." She knew that tomorrow, when he was back under her control again, there would be no such thing as mercy. No quarter given. And she couldn't wait to see just how far she could push him then.

As the minutes ticked by and she made her way further from his room, she felt a growing sense of satisfaction begin to spread through her body. Her work here today had been... most gratifying. It had been so long since she had been allowed to truly express herself in such a manner, and she wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away from her.

No, tomorrow would be even better. And the day after that. She couldn't wait to see just how far she could push him before he broke completely... if indeed he ever did. The thought sent a shiver down her spine in anticipation of all the delicious torture and humiliation yet to come.

As she continued down the hallway, her steps light and purposeful, Miss. Tachibana couldn't help but marvel at how easily this man had fallen under her control. He was such a pathetic specimen of a human being; it was almost as if he were begging to be dominated and humiliated in the most debasing ways imaginable. The thought made her heart race with excitement, and she found herself unable to keep from grinning like a Cheshire cat at the mere memory of his reactions earlier.

Tomorrow would be even better, she assured herself. With each passing hour until then, she would think up new and inventive ways to break him down, piece by piece. She wouldn't stop until he was nothing more than a quivering mass of need and desire wrapped around her finger, existing solely for the purpose of pleasing her.

And when that day finally came? Well, she hadn't quite decided on that yet... the possibilities were endless, after all. For now though, she would content herself with imagining the delicious torment she had in store for him tomorrow and the days that followed. With a satisfied sigh, she rounded a corner and disappeared from sight, leaving behind nothing but a trail of perverse anticipation in her wake.