Kinktober 2018 Day 18: Straightjacket
#7 of Kinktober
Today's kink is "Straightjacket!" Just like every other kinktober entry I do here, this isn't edited. I just wanted to share this quick thing I made as a warmup!
The first thing I saw when I woke up is the padded wall in front of my face. I grunt and struggle, trying to pull myself free, but I'm tied, bound, immobilized. "Comfy, my friend?" She asked as she looked down over me. The doctor, with her smug smirk and her glimmering eyes through her thick glasses. If it weren't for the fact that she was batshit crazy, she'd be quite hot. Hell, she still is hot.
"It seems the sedative has worn off..." she says, pouting with her big lips. "But you still look so cranky."
I growled at her through the mask. I was just so angry.
"Oh no, we can't have that," she said, her eyes glancing down over my body. "That pent up agression... I know exactly where that's coming from."
She stepped up closer to me, standing right by my spread legs. The only thing I wore there were socks. I have no idea how long my pants were gone. She poked at my balls with the tip of the toe of her pointed shoe. Lifting, she traced up along my already hardened shaft
"Just by seeing me," she sighed, shaking her head. She grabbed her labcoat and pulled it off of her shoulders, revealing the shoulderless top underneath. "You really are proving Dr. Pavlov right, you know." There's a glare in her eyes, disciplinarian, hungry. "You are a dog, after all.
I barked at her, but she chuckled and squatted down before me, scratching at my ear. "And what a good doggie you are." It was a reaction. I couldn't help myself, but I panted, kicking my leg. "Mmm, nice doggy," she cooed. "But I can't give you a belly rub, not until you're a good boy," she said, patting over my arms, tied tightly over my body.
She slid down onto the floor, laying there, her chest nearly spilling out of that dress. She stared up at me with her thirsty eyes, her glasses slipping down. I wanted so much to grab her. I struggeld against my bonds, growling, snarling even.
"Think of that anger," she said, licking her lips before she spread those pillowy bits. She kissed the tip of my red cock and slid it inside her. Once struggling, I immediately leaned back, panting, closing my eyes, and sighing in happiness.
The only sounds coming from the padded room were the heavy breaths coming from bhte both of us as well as the sloppy smacks of lips against skin. My eyes drooped as she tended to me, and I just let her do it, enjoying it, relaxing, yet also excited.
Soon enough, I release, shooting into her, just like all the other times. She looked up and wiped the dripping cum from her lip, chuckled, and grabbed her coat. Even though she walked out of the room, she never opened her mouth, and her cheeks puffed just a bit as she left.
Damn... what a woman...!