Dentist's Receptionist, by Satan_Klaus
MF, Md, FF, Fd, blackmail, ds, reluctant, humiliation, fetish, spanking, toys
1. The girl at the front desk
I'm humming to myself; there is not much else I can do. The day's paperwork is all done but
I'm not allowed to leave my desk without permission. So there I am, a graduate from Harvard
business school sitting at the reception desk of a small dental clinic, humming to myself.
Humming to the rhythm of the vibrator that is logged deep inside me.
The minute finger on the wall-clock is slowly moving towards the full hour, 8pm, salvation.
The vibrator that has been tormenting me all day is picking up momentum. I feel the
vibrations increase in intensity and frequency and finally my humming becomes a single
drawn out moan of pleasure as I ride my office chair to the last orgasm of the workday.
It's already 5 past 8 as I slowly rise from the chair, the now resting vibrator slowly slipping
from my swollen nether lips. I rearrange my tight white open-crotch panties, matching to my
tight white nurse's uniform that fails to cover more than absolutely necessary, and prepare to
leave. One look in the mirror confirms my feeling; my long, auburn hair is in disarray and my
face is flushed from constant arousal. Maybe I should stop by the washroom to fix my
makeup and hair before I go. But first, the last blow job of the day:
I kneel down before the chair and part my lips, then slowly slide the thick shaft of the vibrator
down my throat, tasting my own juices from a day of constant, tormenting arousal. The
vibrator is part of my chair, it is the buzzer, it is the ring of the phone, it is the doorbell, it is
the constant maddening buzz of arousal that accompanies me all day. Every function has a
different vibration and I have come to love and hate them all.
I finish cleaning up the most important part of my workspace and give it a little kiss on the
obscenely realistic head. I have developed a love/hate relationship with the thing. In addition
to the functions I have mentioned, there is an ever so slight buzz, waning and waxing all day,
giving me arousal without relief. Sitting in the chair, caressing my breasts and twisting my
nipples whenever I think the patients aren't looking I silently curse the devilish intruder for
keeping me horny all day.
If I have been a good girl however, the doctor rewards me, and, with the push of a button, the
low, tormenting, background vibration turns into a multitude of wonderful stimulations. On
my clit, on my G-spot and deep inside my loins it lights the fire of the endless teasing it has
done and I come again and again until I collapse on my desk satisfied, if only for the moment.
I leave for the bathroom to fix my makeup, better to be home late than to risk another
spanking. The rules are very clear, all nurses and female staff must be of impeccable
appearance at all times, even after hours. I rub my sore behind, contemplating on today's
punishments. Sometimes I envy the nurses; they don't have to sit still for hours after a
spanking. Then again, I wouldn't want to stand all day in the 4 inch platform heels that are
part of the uniform. It took me weeks to learn how to walk in them and stairs are still a
challenge.
Yes it was not always like this and I have not been a dentist's receptionist forever. Come to
think of it, it's just 4 months now! I still can't believe how quickly I have changed, how
quickly I gave up my dreams, my dignity, my rights, my freedom.
