You turn to your side and my hand falls past your shoulders down to the centre of your back, pulling your body closer to me, holding you tighter and t...ghter- kissing you softly, gently with such passion. Our movement causing the covers to fall off, kissing so passionately, our tongues dancing with one another. Feeling so good as our breathing becomes heavier. I move my kiss from your lips to your neck. My hand slides under your nightie, my finger tips sliding and tracing the line of your spine,. They traded looks, casual knowing glances at each other from across that slab of wood. Tests were passed and Becky quickly tried to silence the uncomfortable feelings boiling in her body and gave her eyes over to the test in front of her. She busily went to it until she heard a pencil dropping on the ground. Mr. B disappeared under the table to retrieve his lost property, only to capitalize upon his position and snatch a foot from Becky. Hard, her knee withdrew and noisily banged upon the under. As I was the last patient of the day, the waiting room was empty. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was led into the exam room by his nurse, who got the usual height, weight, medication list, drew some blood for lab work- again, the normal stuff. As she left the room, she assured me that the doctor would be “right with me.” And that is when things changed from the same old, same old to something entirely different from the standard physical. I heard a knock on the door and Dr. Wayne walked in. He. I groaned with the pain from my penis, trapped in such a tight place and so, so full of blood. The next box said something about male control, and electricity again, and wifi and usb and other jargon I didn't really understand. She tossed it. I was crying, rasping for breath, trying to beg her but making sounds which even to myself were those of something broken. I glimpsed another large padlock, a massive one identical to the one on my new collar, it swung out from my waist. I wondered had she.