“You don’t know about Sam?” The Mistress led Chris to the examination bed she had for her medical fetishists. She patted the seat to indicate Chris should sit. Across from her on a wheeled stool The Mistress sat and looked up at her.
“No. Everyone says, ‘Oh, you must be the New Sam’ when they meet me but no one’s told me who she or he or it is.”
“Take your shoes, pants and underwear off, get under the sheet and then I’ll tell you.”
Chris seemed just nervous enough that The Mistress decided she might need to try a little carrot-stick action to get her client to relax and undress. Stick—taking her clothes off in front of a stranger. Carrot—the answer to her long-held question.
“Um… okay. You gonna watch?” Chris asked, clearly embarrassed.
“I am. I’m a Dominatrix, not a doctor. Unless you absolutely need me to leave the room, I’m staying in here. I’m going to see what’s under the clothes anyway so I don’t know how not letting me watch you undress is going to save you some modesty points. And the sooner you get used to being naked around me, the better. You aren’t submitting to me, however, so you can ask me to leave if you need me to.”
Chris exhaled heavily and dangled her feet over the edge of the bed like a nervous child.
“Fine. Whatever. You’re right. You’re gonna see everything anyway,” she said, raising her legs to start unlacing her boots.
“Good girl.”
“Good girl?”
“Sorry. Habit. I’ll turn the heat up in here so you can relax more.”
The Mistress clicked the temperature up a few notches while Chris shimmied out of her jeans and underwear. For a young woman trying very hard to go the butch route, she had on remarkably pretty panties, white and lace-trimmed. Boy-short style, but still quite girly. And although she couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred and ten pounds, she had some good curves on her. Nice hips, shapely legs. Her pubic hair had been close-trimmed but not shaved or waxed off. Nice to see a woman who wasn’t afraid of looking like an actual adult under her clothes.
“Okay, just lay back. We’ll take our time here,” The Mistress said as she sanitized her hands thoroughly. She raised the stirrups on the examining table and helped Chris get her feet into them. “I won’t touch you without warning you first. Cool?”
“Cool.” Chris took a slow breath and stared up at the ceiling.
“Cool. I’ll get the toys. Don’t be freaked out.” The Mistress pulled open a drawer and one by one removed six dildos of varying sizes and lined them up on the metal tray. Chris watched her the entire time, her eyes growing wider as dildos of impressive size appeared.
“Holy shit,” Chris breathed as she took in the array. “That big?”
“Never seen one before? I mean, an actual penis on a grown man?”
“Not in person. Only pictures. I’m a gold star lesbian,” she said with pride.
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