His Mom’s Best Friend Becomes His Doctor And Mistress Part 1 (Patreon)

     Sam shifted uncomfortably in the waiting room, nervously flipping through an outdated magazine. His mother had insisted he see Dr. Victoria, mentioning she was an old friend. She believed he had a problem because he spent too much time in his bedroom and was inconsiderate of others' needs.

     He didn’t argue but kept his reasons to himself. The truth was, he spent most of his time in his room masturbating to porn and simply didn’t feel like helping around the house.

     Dr. Victoria was both a psychiatrist and a medical doctor. His mother thought she would be the best to examine and treat any psychological or physical issues he might have together.

     When the door finally swung open, Sam was greeted by a stunning woman with long, blonde hair and a warm smile. His breath hitched as his gaze travelled down her curvaceous figure. He felt himself begin to go stiff in his pants, the anticipation sending a thrill down his spine.

"Sam, right?" Dr. Victoria's voice was soft, her eyes locking onto his with a hint of curiosity.

     He nodded, feeling a rush of heat as she led him into the examination room. The air was thick with tension, and Sam found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the way her white coat hugged her curves and how her scent lingered in the air around him.

“So tell me, Sam. Why are you here?"

     “My mom says I spend too much time in my bedroom and am inconsiderate of other people’s needs. She thinks I need help to get out into the real world and be more considerate to others," Sam finished, his eyes irresistibly drawn to Dr. Victoria’s breasts, which were nearly bursting through her lab coat.

     Dr. Victoria began to write some notes in her notebook as Sam was speaking. Once he finished, she said she wanted to ask a few personal questions as his doctor.

     “Sure," Sam replied, desperate to stay in the room with her, and afraid to stand as his raging erection would be visible through his sweatpants.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" the doctor asked, her voice smooth and confident.

"No, doctor," Sam replied, feeling a bit uneasy.

"Are you sexually active?" she continued, her gaze steady and unwavering.

"Well, I am single, but everything works, doctor," he said, trying to keep his composure.

     "How frequently do you masturbate?" Her question hung in the air, charged with an electric tension.

"Every now and then," Sam lied, his voice barely above a whisper.

     "Really, Sam? You seem to be lying," she said, leaning closer, her eyes locking onto his. "If I am going to be both your psychiatrist and medical doctor, you need to be completely honest with me."

"Yes, doctor," he responded, his heart pounding.

     "I presume it is more often. So how many times a day?" Her voice was firm, yet there was a hint of something else—something that made his skin tingle.

     Sam blushed deeply, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "Maybe three or four times a day, Doctor," he confessed, his voice trembling slightly.

She raised a sexy eyebrow as she noted that down in her notebook.

     “Okay, well, I have found the source of our problem here. You have become a chronic masturbator, and are solely focused on your needs. To fix this and make you more aware of other people’s needs, we will have to start treatment.”

“But first a physical. Please remove all your clothes and place them on the table, Sam.”

     Sam knew he was leaking in his pants. He hesitated, but Dr. Victoria sternly said, “I have other patients waiting, Sam. Please be more considerate of other people’s needs.” She noted a few more things in her notebook.

“Yes, Doctor,” Sam replied as he removed his clothes. His erection was in clear view.

     “Hmm, yes, this problem is worse than I thought. You get erect just talking to a woman. We will need to start your treatment today.”

She placed on some latex gloves and told Sam it was time to start the physical.

     Dr. Victoria's touch was gentle yet firm as she began her examination. Sam's heart raced as her hands explored his abdomen, her fingers sending sparks of electricity through his body. He tried to suppress the stirrings of arousal, but he couldn't deny the way his body responded to her proximity.

     "Everything seems fine so far," Dr. Victoria murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "But I need to check a few more things."

     Sam swallowed hard, his breath hitching as her hands moved lower, checking his pulse and reflexes with deliberate care. Each touch seemed to ignite a fire within him, and he struggled to control the growing bulge

"I-I'm sorry," Sam managed to stutter, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

     Dr. Victoria smiled knowingly, her gaze flickering down to his obvious arousal. "It's perfectly normal, Sam. Don't worry."

     She continued her examination, her touch becoming more intimate yet still professional. Sam's body thrummed with desire as she listened to his heartbeat, her face mere inches from his. He couldn't help but notice the faint blush that spread across her cheeks, mirroring his own.

"Relax, Sam," Dr. Victoria whispered, her voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of you."

     With a tenderness that took Sam by surprise, Dr. Victoria explored further, her hands tracing delicate patterns on his skin. Each caress sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he struggled to maintain composure under her skilled touch. When her fingers brushed against his inner thigh, Sam couldn't suppress a shiver of longing.

"Dr. Victoria..." Sam's voice trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

     “Just one more thing, a prostate exam,” she whispered into his ear, making him start to drip from his cock.

     She told him to bend over and began to lube up her finger. Sam couldn’t believe what was happening. This sexy doctor was about to put her finger up his bum. He tried to relax as she probed into his ass, but he found himself going red in the face. Suddenly she began to work her finger back and forth.

     Sam didn’t think this was what happened at a normal prostate exam, but she just whispered in his ear that this was a medical procedure before his treatment began. This went on for several minutes until she finally removed her finger.

     Sam looked down and saw her other hand holding a plastic jar, which had been filled up with his cum while she gave him the prostate exam. “I think she just made me cum without me feeling an orgasm,” Sam thought to himself.

     She placed a lid on the jar and then walked over to a large cabinet. She removed a small box and came back over to Sam.

     She removed a sheet off a gurney, revealing a bed covered in straps and harnesses. Even though she had just emptied his balls, he felt his cock stir.

"Please lie down on the gurney, Sam," she purred, her voice a sultry invitation. "I am here to help you."

Sam swallowed nervously, his pulse quickening as he complied and stretched out on the gurney.

     In a heartbeat, she had his ankles and wrists secured to the bed with swift efficiency, and several straps tightened across his chest. Next, she placed one across his neck and forehead, ensuring he was completely immobilized.

     "Wait, hold on. What are you doing? You don't need to restrain me," Sam protested, his voice tinged with both uncertainty and a growing sense of excitement.

     "This is for my safety as well as yours, Sam," she whispered into his ear, her breath warm and seductive.

     Once Sam was fully restrained, she shed her lab coat, revealing herself in a striking mustard-yellow latex suit. His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of her. The tight material accentuated every curve of her body, her ample breasts threatening to burst free.

     Her boots climbed up her thighs, the entire outfit moulding to her like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

     Sam was rendered speechless as the doctor's hands moved over him, ensuring every strap and restraint was secure. Just as he was about to plead for release, he felt the intrusion of a red rubber ball slipping into his mouth. He was gagged.

     She then straddled him, her body heat palpable against his skin, the scent of latex filling his senses. His arousal surged, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

     "Now, it is important that you close your eyes as the treatment is about to begin, Sam," the doctor teased, her voice a velvet whisper as she covered his eyes with a soft blindfold.

     Sam attempted to reply, but the gag silenced him effectively. He could only feel her presence, her touch, as she began to tease him. The cool sensation of rubber gloves encasing his balls and cock sent electric shivers down his spine.

     Ice packs followed, numbing his throbbing arousal, forcing it to soften against his will. Then, he sensed something like a metal sheet being drawn over his cock, the pressure both unfamiliar and tantalizing. A loud, definitive click shattered the silence, jolting him with surprise and desire.

     She removed his blindfold with a deliberate slowness that made Sam's breath hitch in his throat. His eyes widened as he saw the gleaming metal contraption securely locked around his cock and balls.

     "Today marks the first day of your treatment, Sam," the doctor's voice was firm, yet laced with a subtle hint of satisfaction, as she dangled the key to the lock on a chain around her neck.

     "I will see you next Thursday for your first psychological appointment at the private clinic in my house."

     "But, what am I wearing around my..." Sam's words were muffled by the gag, his mind reeling with a mix of confusion and arousal.

     "The appointment is now over, Sam," she interrupted smoothly, her tone brooking no argument. "I have other patients to attend to. Nurse Gabriela will be in to assist you," she added, slipping back into her lab coat, which concealed the latex suit underneath.

     Sam nodded silently, his eyes fixed on her retreating figure as she walked away, the rhythmic click of her heels echoing in the room.

     After several minutes, the door swung open, and into the room sauntered the sexiest nurse Sam had ever laid eyes on. Her entrance alone was enough to set his heart racing.

     She took one look at Sam and a playful giggle escaped her lips. The nurse was a young Latina with curves that strained against her uniform, her ample breasts threatening to overflow the confines of her outfit. Each movement she made seemed to exude a magnetic sensuality that drew Sam's gaze like a moth to a flame.

     Sam strained against the unforgiving grip of his chastity belt, his arousal evident despite the constraint.

     She teased his balls with a delicate touch, her voice a seductive whisper, "Someone has been a naughty boy..."

     "You are so lucky to have Dr. Victoria as your doctor," she continued, her words weaving a spell of both medical professionalism and eroticism. "She combines medical and psychological treatments to ensure her patients are fully treated."

     With a quick motion, she removed the gag, but before Sam could react, she gripped his balls firmly in her hand, silencing any protest.

     "Don't make me call security and the police on you now," she warned, her voice carrying a hint of danger. "What would they think if they found you locked in a chastity belt? It would be all over the news."

     Sam paused, his breath caught in his throat, and remained silent as she unlocked all his restraints.

His gaze couldn't help but linger on the nurse's ample breasts, their curves inviting and tantalizing.

     Her thick Latina accent sent a shiver down Sam's spine as she spoke again, her words laced with teasing promise, "Enjoy the view. At least I know you won't be wanking to the memory of my tits later on." She winked playfully as she exited the room, leaving Sam to contemplate the lingering heat of her touch and the forbidden allure of what had just transpired.

     Sam put on his clothes and left the hospital. The weight of the chastity cage a constant reminder of his encounter with Dr. Victoria, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a medical procedure. He had never felt more vulnerable or more alive than he did at that moment, wondering what other treatments Dr. Victoria had in store for him.

     Sam stumbled through his front door, his mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. The sensation of the metal contraption around his cock and balls was both maddening and strangely arousing. He tried to ignore it as he made his way to his bedroom, but every step seemed to remind him of its presence.

     Once in his room, he locked the door and sat on the edge of his bed. He couldn't stop thinking about Dr Victoria, her stern yet seductive demeanour, the way her touch had sent shivers down his spine. He reached down to touch himself, only to be met with the cold, unyielding metal of the device. He tugged at it futilely, but it was securely locked, and the pressure only intensified his frustration.

     The next few days were torture. The constant arousal, combined with the inability to relieve himself, made it difficult to focus on anything else. He tried to distract himself with TV, video games, and even going for a run, but nothing worked. The image of Dr. Victoria and the memory of her fingers probing him stayed at the forefront of his mind, fueling his unrelenting desire.

     On the fourth day, as he lay in bed, sweating and restless, an idea began to form. If he couldn't cum the usual way, maybe he could find another method to alleviate the pressure. He remembered reading something online about prostate milking and how it could help with sexual frustration.

     His heart raced as he searched his drawers, finally pulling out a dildo he had bought out of curiosity but never really used. He hesitated, feeling a mix of shame and excitement, but the desperate need for release won out. He grabbed some lube, took a deep breath, and began to prepare himself.

     Laying back on his bed, he spread his legs and slowly inserted the dildo. The initial discomfort soon gave way to a strange, pleasurable sensation as he worked it deeper. He moved it in and out, trying to find the right angle, until suddenly he felt a jolt of intense pleasure. His breath hitched, and he knew he had found his prostate.

     He continued to milk himself, his movements becoming more confident as he chased the release he so desperately needed. His body trembled, and he moaned softly, feeling the pressure build. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and soon he was on the edge.

     With a final thrust, he felt the tension snap. His body convulsed, his cock twitching inside the metal cage as his prostate was milked dry. The release of his balls was overwhelming, but he didn’t have an orgasm. 

     As he lay there, panting and exhausted, a sense of calm washed over him. The sexual pressure that had been driving him crazy for days was finally gone, replaced by a deep, satisfying ache. He knew this was just a temporary solution, but for now, it was enough.

     He closed his eyes, thinking of Dr. Victoria and the next appointment. The thought of facing her again, knowing what he had done, sent a thrill through him. He was nervous about what her next treatment would be.