Homework Assignment #2 - Part 1

While J is away I've been ordered to masturbate daily and email him all of the details, here is part 1 of my most recent assignment.

"I’m lying in bed on my back with my legs slightly spread apart and thinking of you.

My eyes are closed, and I’m breathing slowly and deeply while playing with my gorgeous tits.

In this fantasy, I’m nude and splayed out on a cold and hard examining table.  My legs are stretched wide enough to cause considerable pain, and my feet are held in place by stirrups.  There is a petite nurse, a slim and sexy brunette, checking my restraints and making sure I’m held tightly in place.  I can see her erect nipples through the thin fabric of her tight uniform.  She seems to be enjoying my discomfort as she lazily runs her fingers up and down my bound form, checking and re-checking that I am helpless to move or escape.  My hands are bound together above my head, and there is a heavy strap across my neck immobilizing my upper body.

The examining room is stark and cold.  There are three examination lights shining harshly onto my body, one positioned in between my thighs, another focused on my chest, and the third shining brightly in my face, making it hard for me to see.  There is a metal tray of various medical instruments next to the examining table, including some alarmingly large probes that seem to have no place in an examination room.  The nurse steps out of view for a moment and returns with a leather strap, a large metal “O” ring in the center. 

“Be a good girl and open wide, I don’t want this to be any more painful for you than it has to be,” she says as she dangles the gag in my face.

I obediently open my mouth as wide as I can, and she fits the gag to my face and pets my hair. 

“You ARE a good girl, aren’t you Axle?  I’ll tell the doctor that you’ve been an excellent patient so far, he will be very pleased.”

The nurse then leaves the room, and I hear the click of a bolt turning as she locks the heavy door behind her.

I’m left alone to panic at my situation, and struggle against my bonds.  Beads of sweat appear on my skin as I struggle to no avail, red chafe marks on my ankles, wrists and neck.  My thighs and shoulders are aching from my bondage, and I finally stop struggling.  At this point I notice a mirror on the far wall of the room, and wonder if somebody has been watching me thrash about.  


I’m still panting slightly as I hear the bolt turn and the door open.  The doctor, clipboard in hand walks into the room."