Run in With the Domme-atologist

After Mistress's "2 lovers in three days" adventures earlier this week, things definitely went downhill fast here at the UCTMW World HQ.  Poor Mistress has the dreary duty of traveling to the east coast and pack up and retrieve our last remaining Co-Ed from her college campus for the holidays. It was a long drive home, and it sounds like our "loving daughter" was at her bitchy best.

She may be a "Domme in Training" but can't she take it out her angst on some pathetic frat boy rather than her parents?

You can bet that slave missed Mistress while she was out of town on her daughter retrieval mission. And relieved when she arrived back after that long drive on Thursday evening. I made sure there was a warm dinner and even warmer bed for her, with some extra Worship tossed in at the end of the day.

So we now have a particularly crowded house - including our older daughter's recently graduated boy friend, who has been hanging around more frequently this week. All of these occupants have forced us to crank up the Christmas music in our bedroom to mask the sounds of our furtive couplings.

It's not the best way to get into the holiday spirit.

My own Friday was less than relaxing. I've had some feisty and demanding clients this week, just when I thought that things would calm for the end of the year.  On top of that I had another run in with my Domme-ish lady dermatologist yesterday afternoon - the one in the leather pants and kinky boots.

After having me strip down to my skivvies and don one of those pathetic back open robes, She and her rather butch assistant spent about 30 minutes torturing me with sharp objects and some strange electric device that sizzled my skin.  Thankfully the magic of lidocaine dampened the pain. My guess is that her more masochistic patients  pass on that little numbing shot to add to the thrill. As the process unfolded I began to empathize with the Thanksgiving Turkey we carved up a few weeks ago.

At some point, as she reached for a sharper carving tool, she asked me in her vaguely middle eastern accent "how are you doing...."

"Other than the humiliation of laying here in my underwear, I guess I'm doing ok."

I figured Terri would appreciate that line.

And it made me  question why I had worn those old cotton briefs, rather than the glossier black or turquoise and much silkier undies that Mistress purchased me for my birthday last month.

(No readers, they aren't ladies' wear. But they are of a synthetic fabric that is much clingier and softer to the touch than what my traditional  undie drawer used to be stuffed with.  I don't think this is the first step in some sort of "sissification" reprogramming by Mistress, is it?)

It made me wonder if the Domme-atologist and her assistant had ever had some seemingly alpha- patient strip down to his skivvies and find some alluring pink panties instead.

It also made me grateful that Mistress hadn't insisted that I wear my cock cage to work on Friday.

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Slave Gets a Once Over

The cold and damp descended on River City yesterday. All that rain that fell on our Texas friends has crossed onto the heartland leaving us chilled and sodden.

Of course, there is an upside..... Mistress broke out her black tights after our wake-up sex, taunting me and presumably all red blooded guys she encountered during the day as she made her rounds.

As for me, I dodged cage status for the day because I had an appointment with the dermatologist. And it turned out I was fortunate to go cageless.

This MD was a rather fetching woman of Iranian descent in her 30's, and had a bit of Domme in her.  She had black (seemingly) leather pants tucked into black knee high boots, and a charmingly exotic accent.

On the other hand, slave was told by her nurse / assistant to strip to my undies and slide into one of those thread bare "robes" that ties behind your neck, making this old slave seem rather naked and vulnerable once the Doctor and her assistant returned to the room. She worked her way over my body - back, chest, legs, even toes, identifying a few areas the circled for "further study".  Then she turned to my"groin area".

"If you don't mind could you drop your underwear, Mr. Collins?"

Heck, what choice did I have? She was the expert, and I came for her expertise. (I guess that didn't cum out the way I wanted....).

She gave my ass the once over. Fortunately, Mistress had not used that hard wooden back scratcher on me over the weekend.  Nothing of interest made her poke or probe there.

Then she returned to my front, squatting a bit to get a closer look.

Fortunately, I did not have a hard steel cage to interfere with her examination. Mistress will be happy to know that she did keep her hands to herself, asking me to push my "package" to the right and the left so she could check out those creases at the apex of my thighs.

Fortunately, there was nothing going on down there that seemed out of the ordinary. And I mean that both in terms of skin anomalies and involuntary physical reactions to her close scrutiny.

Since there were a few patches that she wanted to biopsy for safety sake, slave had to sit there for another 40 minutes or so in my skivies as the nurse and my Iranian Domme numbed and carved me, using what looked like a mini paring knife to skin me here and there.

I'm sure somewhere in the kinky blog-o-sphere you can find a fetish involving dermatological skinning as foreplay..... but quite frankly it was much more fun to go home at the end of the day, watch Mistress peal away those black tights to her knees and put my lips and tongue to their highest and best use.