Dear DomiZine
My New Doctor
Dear DomiZine,
I was at my regular doc’s office a few months back getting a complete once over for a new job that required it. I show up at reception on time and the girl behind the counter tells me that Dr. Mundrove (my normal dude doc) was unexpectedly called away on emergency and if I’d like to reschedule or see Dr. Johnston that day. I opted for the new doc hoping it would be over quickly and I could get out of there.
So, there I was sitting on that crinkly sanitary paper spread across the brown Naugahyde covered exam table when Dr. Johnston walked in. She was fucking smoking, I mean on fire, HOT!!! She wore a starched white MD coat, black stockings and platform black leather patent high heels shoes! I swore she was wearing nothing else under that jacket since I could see way down in between two perfect breasts with no shirt or bra to obstruct the view. Her jet black hair was pulled up in back and she wore sexy black framed glasses. My dick nearly ripped through the cheap patient gown and there was no hiding that! She noticed… and smirked!
Anyway, I’ll try to recall the best parts of the conversation as best I can.
“Hello Mr….?”
“Please call me Will, Dr. Johnston.”
“OK, Will. Do you have these erections often?”
“Um… ahhh… well, no. I was just thinking about something.”
“I see. I hope it was good for you,” she laughed. “I hope there’s no problem having a female doctor do your exam?’
“Ah, no… not at all, Doc. I’ve never seen a doctor that wore such high heels before.”
“Maybe my high heels are responsible for that erection, Will,” she laughed again, this time half serious!!!
(Yeah, she was right, of course!)
“Ok, drop the gown and let’s have a look.”
(Sprongggg! My dick stood straight out and seemed to be shaking. Clear fluid dripped from the head.)
“No problems in that department I see.”
“Um, no… I guess not.” I tried to laught it off, but was turning bright red.
(Her latex gloved hands were all over me poking and prodding. It only resulted in more pre-cum and more embarassment for me, which only made my cock harder!)
“OK, Will. On your side and face the wall. I need to have a look at your rectum.”
She greased up and went in quickly, but gently! I couldn’t help it, really, I couldn’t… a soft ahhh escaped from my mouth.
“Does that hurt?”
“Um, no, doc.”
“Feels good then?”
(Can you fucking beleive a doctor would ask that with her finger up my ass!?! I nearly splooged all over the exam table.)
“You’ve had some things up here, haven’t you?”
(Yeah I did… most every other day I fuck my own ass with a rubber dong while I jerk off. Oh and the rumor that doctors can tell if you’ve been up there before is true!!!)
“I’ll have to use two fingers to get a thorough inspection! You know, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Huh? Yeah, okay, doc.”
“It felt like she was up there for 10 minutes, but I’m sure it was more like 30 seconds.”
(Maybe I moaned again, I don’t know.)
“Now, be a good boy and fil this cup up,” she said handing me a cup to pee in.
(When she called me a good boy I knew she was a dominatrix!”)
“Hand it to the nurse up front on your way out. And, if you want me to continue your anal exam properly be at my place tonight at 8pm!” She handed me her business card with an address written on the back.
“Yes, doc!”
“Yes what, slave!?!”
“Ye… yes, Mistress?”
“Good boy! See you at 8… and don’t be late!”
(Well, needless to say I showed up early and a few months later I am now her total ass slave. She knew just how to expand me properly to take the largest butt plug available. You know those huge black ones sold at the gay stores. It’s like 8 inches around!!! She makes me sit on it while I lick her shoes after a lomg day at the office.)
Will
Ft. Lauderdale, FL
The Shoe Clerk
Dear DomiZine,
I work in one of those trendy shoe stores at the mall that only carries lady’s high heels, and the most outrageously sexy ones at that! Shiny leather and smooth satin, slender high heels and pointy toes some with big bows. I get a fucking hard on just walking into the place to open up each morning. I’ve gone in early a few times just to jerk off in the stock room. Sometimes I have to jerk it after we close if a particularly hot girl was in trying on something sexy. Not a single customer has ever taken advantage of my obvious shoe fetish, however, as much as I dream about it.
And then there’s Heather, the store manager. She’s in her mid-forties maybe, but looks like she’s 28. I mean over-the-top gorgeous. Long black hair, crystal clear blue eyes, perfectly sized implants (I assume anyway), slender waist, and legs that can make time screech to a halt. Heather was definitely the boss at the store and paid me little attention as long as I did my job. I wasn’t even sure if she knew my name. Just having a woman like that for a boss was enough to make me explode without touching myself.
My dick was straining through my pants all day long when she came in wearing these super high, black upper red bottom, thin platformed high heels last week. The ultra sheer black nylons she had on only worsened my erection, which had to be painfully obvious to anyone that cared to notice. It was almost impossible to work.
I went straight to the stock room right after Heather left for the evening. Just as I was sticking the head of my hard cock into the toe hole of a new pair of red patent peep toe pumps for a good shoe fuck, Heather walked in! She forgot her keys. My eyes immediately went for her black platform shoes, but my heart nearly leapt through my skin and shirt with embarrassment. I couldn’t even guess now what she said to me at that moment. It was hard to hear over the sound of blood rushing to my red face and stiff dick. I remember her saying, “stroke it” while she jabbed the toe of her right shoe between my legs. “Fuck my shoe, bitch,” she demanded. The head of my member started to slide over her footwear. I felt the shiny smooth leather of her shoe toe and then the silkiness of her stocking covered foot over and over. The next thing I remember she was jamming the heel of her other shoe down my throat while I violently jerked off, the tip of my cock mere millimeters from her gorgeous high heel.
The explosion of cum went everywhere! It dripped down the side of her shoes, stained her nylons, and the extra pooled on the floor. She didn’t say a word. She just used her clean shoe to push my face in position to clean up. And that’s what I did. I lapped my own sperm while she watched! It tasted like fucking candy from her shoes!
Anyway, it’s been more than a week and there’s been no mention of what happened that night, although Heather seems to be just a little more bossy with me lately. Maybe it’s just my imagination.
KC
McLean, VA
Collar, Leash and Lipstick!
Lady Danger
Dear Domizine,
When my Mistress told me she wanted to take me to the mall on a collar and leash I didn’t really think she’d actually go through with it. I mean lots of stuff gets said during sessions, you know, but most of it never really happens.
Well just like she told me my phone buzzed with a text message late last Thursday afternoon. It was Mistress:
Meet me by the entrance to NM in one hour, bitch.
My heart nearly exploded. She meant Neiman Marcus, of course, her favorite place to shop for shoes. When I arrived she was already waiting. I rushed over to greet her, but she just pointed at the sidewalk and managed a half smirk. I knew what she meant. I got down quickly as if I’d dropped something and nervously placed a kiss on both of her boot toes. She looked gorgeous in her black leather knee-high stiletto heel boots, capri pants with big cuffs, and designer shot leather jacket. Lucky for me there was nobody around to see me kiss her boots, but it gave me an instant hard on that probably could be seen a mile away!
Then she fished out my thick leather dog collar and chain leash from her oversized purse. Before I knew it, she wrapped the collar around my neck, buckled it snugly in the back, and clipped the leash to the silver o shaped ring in the front. She tugged sharply and began walking straight into Neiman Marcus!
She paraded me through a maze of designer cosmetics counters, each one had a overly done up female clerk minding the store… and gawking at me. Mistress stopped at the MAC counter to pick up her favorite shade of lip stick, Lady Danger Red. I paid, of course, the sales girl took my credit card with an incredulous look in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, he’s my slave. You should have one too!” My Mistress chatted with the MAC girl.
They shared a giggle.
Out in the main halls of the mall I felt even more embarrassed. The place was quickly filling up with the after work shopping crowd; so many pretty girls dressed to the nines for their corporate office jobs. Some of the patrons pretended not to notice us; others stared and made comments to their friends.
I could tell that Mistress was also feeling a little looked upon, but she had already made her point – I am just a bitch to be dragged anywhere she chooses on my collar and leash. I have no choice in the matter. She veered down one of the exit halls taking me outside to remove the leash. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved to be free from the humiliation, or sad to be released from her collar.
She allowed me to watch while she smeared on her Lady Danger lips and puckered them up in deep glossy red. I got hard all over again.
“You’ve been a good boy, today. Now, go home and think about me, slave!”
I left the parking lot with a big wet spot seeping through my pants. I knew I wouldn’t be able to release until she gave me permission. I am still waiting!
Thank you DomiZIne!
B.
Dallas, TX
Her Pooper-Scooper!
Dontcha wanna lick them!?!
Dear DomiZine,
Okay, you’re probably not going to believe this, but this actually happened to me a few months ago. I cannot stop jerking my cock thinking about it!
I live in Washington DC, in one of those new trendy loft type places in the “hip” area of town. The place is crawling with gorgeous girls any day of the week. But on this day several months ago the woman that stepped into the elevator with me on the 9th floor was beyond gorgeous! Think fashion magazine cover with make-up, accessories, clothes and shoes to match. She wore designer patent leather leopard print knee high boots tight around her beautiful calves with a thin stiletto heel more than 4 inches high. Fucking amazing, right? A pink leather leash adorned with two rows of sparkling rhinestones the entire length tethered her little white dog to her right hand. A woman like that makes my cock drip and I was sure she could see the small wet spot that was quickly forming in my trousers.
“You have a very lucky dog!” I somehow managed to choke out past the nervous lump in my throat.
“Oh yeah? Why is that,” she huffed as if talking to me was the last thing on earth she’d want to be doing at that moment.
“He gets to be on your leash!” I replied.
She paused for what seemed like an eternity.
“It’s a she,” the woman snapped.
“Oh. I’m sorry. She is lucky, of course.” I apologized noting my mistake.
A few very awkward moments later and the elevator doors slid open on the ground floor. I allowed the woman to exit with her pooch. Just as I thought she would keep walking she stopped a few feet in front of me, took out a plastic baggie and child’s play shovel.
“You know what to do, right?” She asked.
Gulp!
“Um yes, I do,” I sputtered.
“Okay, then walk behind me so nobody will think we’re together and clean up after my dog.” She ordered.
I did as I was instructed, a raging hard on practically bursting through my pants when I bent over to pick up the doggie doo.
When she was finished she started toward the loft building again ignoring me standing there with her dog’s waste bag in my hands. She turned slightly toward my direction.
“I usually walk Princess at 8 am.” She said. “Bring a clean baggie next time, got it?”
“Ye… Yes!” I shouted.
Well, I’ve been at the elevator doors with a fresh baggie every morning since that day, but I’ve never seen her again. I wait for an hour and I’ll keep waiting until I get to be her personal pooper-scooper at least one more time in my life. I jerk it like a minimum of 3 times a day thinking about that gorgeous woman in those gorgeous leopard print high heel boots! My girlfriend left me last month because I couldn’t get it up for her anymore. I’d rather pick up the woman’s dog shit than have sex with the most beautiful girl in the world anyway. Is that being a manbitch or what!?!
David
Washington, DC
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