So when I had gone to see you earlier in the day, it was with very mixed emotions. Feeling I should have my elbow dealt with, but also being a bit on edge. Afraid that somehow my attraction to you might somehow 'show' and wondering what it was that you seemed to see in me, that I didn't see in myself. As usual, you were both professional and polite during my office call. But after examining my elbow, you had stepped back and studied me for a moment with a gaze that troubled me in some unexplained way.

    "I'm going to put you in the hospital for a day or two for some tests," you finally  informed me.

    Blinking in surprise, I was about to express my shock when you shook your head to  cut me off. "It's nothing major" you said. "There are just a couple things I want to check out. I'll be in this evening to check on you." And before I could even begin to respond, you were out the door. I just sat there in shock for a moment before your nurse came in to give me the paperwork for my admission to the hospital.I was totally confused, but didn't even think about trying to question you further or refusing to do what you had instructed me. But instead had gone home to collect a couple toiletries and then driven over to the hospital.

    Once there, they performed a couple tests, took a few X-rays and then left me in my private room saying only, "Dr. Collette will be in later to tell you the results." 'Later' had now become 11:30 and I was now seriously pissed. As far as I could see, there was absolutely NO reason for me to be in the hospital in the first place and to top it all off, it seemed that you had forgotten me. As if on cue, you suddenly appeared in the open doorway of my room. "Dr. Collette!" I exclaimed in surprise as you entered the room, closing the door behind you and enveloping us in heavily shadowed darkness. "What in the...."

    "Hush!" you quickly 'commanded' me in a quiet but very firm tone as you approached the bed. "Do NOT say anything unless it's in direct response to a question I ask. Understood?"

    Shocked, I could only nod. Standing beside the bed, I could see you smile at me in the faint light filtering in through the closed curtain. But it was not a friendly smile -- almost more of a slightly arrogant and triumphant one. "Good 'girl'" your voice smirked and I blinked once again in surprise at the choice of your words. "Now," you continued in the same tone. "You have a problem. And I think we both know what that problem is, although you might not be able to express or understand it at the moment. But don't worry -- I do. And I definitely know how to 'take care' of it."

    I opened my mouth to speak, but your quick glare instantly silenced me. "I think I'll begin by examining your prostate." With that, you casually jerked the covers down to the foot of the bed and flipped my nightgown up onto my chest. "Oh, my...!" you tauntingly chuckled as I blushed in embarrassment at having my 'privates' suddenly exposed. "You really aren't much of a 'man' now, are you, Barry?"

    I had no response except to blush even more, which you instantly picked up on and chuckled again. "Yes, I'd be embarrassed too if I was a 'man' and had as little a 'wee wee' as you do!" you teased. "How could you POSSIBLY give ANY woman ANY pleasure with THAT little twig!"

    At that point I could not have spoken even if I had wanted to, I was so embarrassed, shocked and humiliated. "Well," you sighed in amusement, "we'll just have to deal with THAT 'little' problem later. But first, turn onto your stomach."

    Instantly and without thought I 'obeyed', my mind seemingly completely overwhelmed both by what you were saying and what was happening.   "Good 'girl'," you teasingly 'complimented' me once again. But I stiffened slightly as I heard you pull on a pair of rubber gloves. A moment and then you suddenly jammed your well-lubed and gloved finger deep into my anus. I grunted more at the shock than pain, but you responded by slapping my bare ass hard with your free hand. "I told you not to make a SOUND until I gave you 'permission'," your voice growled and you for forced your finger in even deeper for emphasis. But I managed to remain silent. "The 'bottom' line here is," you continued, chuckling slightly at your pun as you worked your finger as deeply into my stinging ass as you could, "you 'think' you're a 'man'. But we BOTH know you're really not." Even if you had told me to speak at that point, I probably couldn't, I was so stunned by both your words and the workings of your finger in my ass.

    "What you ARE," you continued, "is just a submissive little 'slut slave' who only needs the firm hand of female guidance to find your true place in life. And that 'hand', is mine...."

    Slowly and almost sensually, you continued to slide your gloved finger back and forth inside my anus. "Do you like this, slut?" your voice teases in the shadowy darkness. "Do you like being 'fucked' by my finger?"

    For a moment I hesitate, still totally confused, embarrassed and humiliated by this sudden turn of events.

    'TELL me you LOVE it, slut!" you quietly demand, jabbing your finger hard up inside me for emphasis.

   "I love it!" I am shocked to hear myself grunt.

    "I love it Mistress!" you growl, stabbing your finger even deeper.

    "I love it, Mistress!' I instantly correct myself and you once again resume your slow 'fucking'.

    "That's better, slut," your voice soothes. "I knew you would. But you'd like it even better if it was a nice, long, fat and hard 'cock', wouldn't you, slut?"

    "Yes, Mistress," my voice quietly quakes, feeling totally shamed as I realize that you are right.

    "Well, then," your voice chuckles with mocking amusement, "this is your lucky night!"  With that, you jerk your finger from my ass and peel off the glove. From behind me, I hear you open your bag and remove something from it. A moment as I hear you fasten something on yourself and smear more lubricant on it. But before I can even begin to react or respond, you suddenly pull apart the cheeks of my ass and shove your long, slender strap-on deeply into my anus.

    I gasp at the sharp, searing pain of its penetration, my entire body going rigid at its painful invasion.

    "Just relax, slut!" you quietly command. "You don't want any nurses coming in here to see if there's a 'problem'..." you laugh tauntingly. I have to bite my pillow to stifle my groan at the still sharply throbbing agony of my dildo-stuffed ass. A moment and you slowly and carefully begin to fuck me with it.  "That's it, slut," you soothe. "Just relax and enjoy. You know you want this. And you know you want this from ME. Right, slut?"

    "Y-yes, M-Mistress," I managed to moan through the slightly lessening pain.

    "In fact," you continue, "we both know there's a LOT you want from me. Almost as much as I intend to DO to you." You begin to slowly lengthen the strokes of your 'cock' in my ass and I am completely overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Filled with shame and humiliation, but also, and perhaps even more frightening, an exhilaration at being 'used' by you like this.

    "Let me tell you how things are going to be from now on, slut," you inform me. "You are now my personal 'property'. I will do to you or have you do, whatever and whenever it pleases me and you will eagerly obey every command I give to you. Immediately and without question. If you're a good little slut, you will be rewarded. But if you're bad, I will definitely punish you severely.

    "Do you understand, slut?" you arrogantly inquire, prodding me to answer with a deep plunge of your strap-on 'cock'.

    "Yes, Mistress," I groan in humiliated agreement.

    "I don't hear you 'enjoying' your little 'fuck', slut," you reprimand with another slam of your cock. "A 'good' hot little slut would be moaning in pleasure at getting what 'she' needs."

    "Yes, Mistress," I barely whisper, but immediately comply by moaning with pleasure at the workings of your strap-on deep within me.

    "That's better," you sexily coo. "And don't worry. You'll learn to 'appreciate' everything I'll do to you from now on. I promise you that."  Suddenly, you jerk the dildo from my ass. "Tomorrow, you will be discharged from here. Immediately after, you will go to the mall and purchase for yourself some nice little panties and a negligee," you inform me as I hear you remove your 'cock' and return it to your bag.

    "Yes, Mistress," I meekly respond, my ass still buzzing from your 'fucking' of it.

    "You will then go home where you will shave that disgusting little worm of yours so that it looks like the little boy's 'pee pee' it is, instead of the man's 'cock' you've always pretended it to be."

    "Yes, Mistress."

    "Then, you will put on the panties and negligee and wait for me to arrive. Whenever that may be. And we will continue your 'training' then."

    "Yes, Mistress," I respond, then immediately stifle a scream as you dig your fingernails deep into the flesh of my ass.

    "You didn't 'thank' me for your fuck, slave!" your voice growls. "Or for deciding to 'help' you to discover your 'real' self!"

    "Thank You, Mistress," I gasp as you dig your nails in even deeper. "Thank you so much!"

    With a soft laugh, you release your grip. "That's better, slut. And now, for the rest of the night, any time one of those pretty little nurses comes in, you can just imagine what she'd think if she KNEW what you REALLY are and about how you loved it when I fucked your whorish little ass!"

    And with that, you turn and leave the room, leaving the door open behind you. Quickly I roll over and jerk the sheet up to cover myself. Flushed with embarrassment and humiliation, my anus buzzing and ass cheeks stinging. But even more unsettling and disturbing, wishing you were still here....

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