Languages: English Taglish
Location: Quezon City
Body Decorations: Plain as new
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Slim baby
With the apartment empty and the carpeting turned a nice bright shade of pink, the only light was from the overhead beam. I walked down the hall and came to the entrance with the pink pebble. Patrons had already started to leave because the floor was very cold and I had to hurry up to find a change. I made my way to the lounge and changed into my heavy winter coat. My eyes were focused on the vital signs on the surgical table. Pain was read on the neck. Light was blinking everywhere. I slid the coat back over my coat and turned to the orderly. "shush." I called. "Please leave the lights off, I will be the patient here for the next hour." He grunted. He finally got the car to work. I left the practice to him. I opened the door to the examination room. The light was shinning. I shifted my attention to the dial.
The purple and green lights seemed to dance across the dial. The "high" setting lit the dial and then suddenly, the lights went out. I quickly dialed 34 and selected "rectal cancer screening". The technician who had run the test behind me blushed. I grabbed the phone and knocked twice. Two rings immediately came through. I ripped the coat from my body. I climbed back inside the seat. The gown had fallen to the floor. My long hair fell to my feet. I quickly undid the gown. It fell in a heap to the lobby. The surrounding buildings were dark and silent. I did not move. "Open your mouth wide." He told me.
I moved. I felt the gown fall from my shoulders to my feet. The metal cuffs were metal, as were the straps. I tried to close my mouth to keep from crying. He stood behind me, examining. His fingers ran down my arms to my wrists. "You should be well enough to sit down." He said, "but we'll get you dressed." He led me to the examination table. He put a pair of shackles on my ankles. He clipped them together. I was still wearing my gown. He took my ankles and moved them back to the wall. He put a hood over my head. I felt the cold air caress my face. He moved the hood over my head and then adjusted the straps. He moved my face to one side..
Surrounded by all manner of devices for pain and pleasure, but there is no tomorrow ending with...
This party has a very perverted mind.
She really likes the feeling of a belt or something squeezing me tightly.