Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Three (Role Play Edition)

Frost takes a long good look at you, and you can’t tell whether he’s admiring his handiwork or wants to do it over. But you’d rather not know what’s going on in the perverted sociopath’s mind. You exhale through a violent quiver, air leaving your nose with effort around the Kegel in your mouth, and the sight must please Frost because his icy eyes are etched with a glimmer of fire despite his hard disposition. He turns away to walk out of the basin, leaving you to watch his retreating back again while you stand in a hole in the ground, stuffed with silicone.

Your eyes stay on him as he confidently strides back to the rack hoisting the monitor, swelling like the ball below them when he picks up the remote. Your heart pistons dangerously when he points it right at you, your breath catching in your throat, like you’re at gunpoint. All in a split second, your eyes skit to the pendulum that repeatedly struck you, still swinging from its H frame to your left, then to the Kegel that hung from your nipples, still buzzing on the adjacent floor, before latching back to the device in his hand. Then he clicks.

Your eyes slam shut, the icy fire in his disappearing from view as you brace yourself for the newly placed balls in and on your body to start vibrating. One second. Two seconds. Three. Nothing comes. But you don’t dare open your eyes, gripping the basin balls like anchors, your fear inadvertently propelling you to do what he just told you to. But the balls don’t hit back, remaining still and at the mercy of your death grips and clenching thighs. Instead, a quiet but audible sound ensues. Your eyes fly open, the impulse to see its source spiking your chest with even more adrenaline. Your eyes dart around frantically, but you can’t find anything. Suddenly, the soles of your feet meet with something cold. Something…wet.

Your foot jerks off the basin floor impulsively as your eyes dart to meet it, throwing you off balance for a moment before you’re forced to bring it back down to keep from falling. That’s when you see it. Tiny, almost imperceptible puncture holes in the basin floor. Releasing a gentle stream.

Water.