I stepped into the doctor's office, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. I had no idea what to expect from this interview, but I was ready for anything. That's what I told myself, at least.
Dr. Patak, an old, fat Indian woman, sat behind her desk with her lab coat open, revealing glimpses of her large, sagging breasts. She looked me up and down, a smirk on her face.
"So, you're the sick puppy who's been searching for videos of old women getting their breasts cut off, huh?" she said, her voice dripping with playful insult.
I felt my face heat up, but I tried to keep my cool. "I-I can explain," I stammered.
Dr. Patak chuckled and opened her computer screen, showing me different scenes from the videos I had searched for. "There's no need to explain. I want to understand. I want to help you explore this fascination of yours."
She turned the screen towards me and leaned back in her chair. "Go ahead, masturbate. Let go of your inhibitions."
I was shocked, but also turned on. I had never experienced anything like this before. I hesitated for a moment, but then I gave in to the temptation.
As I watched the scenes on the screen, I felt Dr. Patak stand up from her chair. She walked around the desk and stood in front of me, her massive, old breasts right in my face.
"Imagine holding them while another doctor cuts them off," she said, her voice low and seductive.
I couldn't believe what was happening. But I couldn't deny the rush I was feeling.
Dr. Patak reached out and grabbed my hand, placing it on her breast. I could feel the weight of it, the softness. It was overwhelming.
"I want you to do this with some of the old, fat women in the waiting room," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want to test your limits."
I was surprised by Dr. Patak's unconventional methods and directness, but I found myself getting turned on by the situation. I couldn't believe I was actually considering it.
"You're brave, you know that?" Dr. Patak said, a sly smile on her face. "Most men would run away from a challenge like this."
"What kind of fantasies do you have?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting.
I hesitated for a moment, then revealed my fantasy of being dominated by a strong, controlling woman.
Dr. Patak's smile grew wider. "I think I can help you with that," she said. "I'll fulfill your fantasy. I'll take control."
She ordered me to take off my clothes, revealing my arousal and submission to her. She continued to playfully insult me, calling me "her little toy" and "a good boy" for following her commands.
Dr. Patak took me on a tour of the office, showing me different locations where we could fulfill my fantasy. The chapter ended with her leading me into the waiting room, filled with old, fat women, and whispering in my ear, "This is where the real fun begins...".
I was in for the ride of my life, and I couldn't wait to see where Dr. Patak would take me next.
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