2025-03-24 Small Medical Scene With Tim

Posted on March 25, 2025
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Short session but so much to say about it. It was intense, and intense in a way I find extremely addicting.

Okay, some background… about 2 weeks ago I got sick with a head cold. The head cold has mostly cleared up but it moved into my ears. While my symptoms are mostly over except for some lingering minor things, one of those minor things includes stuffiness in my ears that won’t quit.

During my sickness, Tim had been monitoring me and my ear situation and got me antibiotics for them. He set up Teledoc, did the call, talked to the doctor, picked up the prescription, etc. I mostly didn’t do anything and since it was Teledoc I didn’t even have to go into an office which was a hell of a lot less stressful for me; we did the call from my couch.

I’ve been taking the antibiotics since that point and only have a couple days left. They have not cleared up my ears. My ears are slowly improving, but not fast or significantly enough. I honestly expect it to clear up on its own within another week or two, fading away at about the speed of the other lingering symptoms.

But Tim had put a line in the sand that if my ears were still bothering me on Monday we’d need to do something about it. Well. We reached Monday. Although he’d originally said we’d be going to Urgent Care, he decided that it wasn’t urgent. So instead, he’s going to move up the schedule on finding me a primary care physician and have my ears looked at as part of that appointment. Damn. Not happy about that. I had been hoping to avoid this as long as possible just by letting Tim stay too busy to make the appointment. Unfortunately once he decides something is a priority the only way to distract from it is to find a bigger priority for him. (Time to buy another house? Already??? We’ve only lived here three days…)

We had some conversations about the situation, and he attempted to ease my anxiety by telling me what the visit was likely to be like. It didn’t help because I already know roughly what the visit is likely to be like and there’s nothing he can say to actually ease the fears I do have about it. I’m unhappy but resigned; when I handed over medical control I knew this was an eventuality. As part of that conversation, though, he made a side comment about actually having an otoscope and being able to look in my ears, but it wouldn’t likely be useful.

But. Like. That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

I turned my head away so that I wasn’t facing him and said something to that effect — “I shouldn’t be as turned on by that as I am.”

I wanted to melt into the floor when he said that maybe he’d take it out and use it on me sometime.

For the rest of the afternoon I was in a bit of a frenzy, aroused and anxious. After about an hour I couldn’t stand it. I’d worked myself up and just wanted to orgasm, but also, I’d be off work in a few hours and now that we live together I thought I could maybe get a quick play session. Short scenes are finally something we can realistically do occasionally.

I sent him a message asking if he’d be up for an inspection scene and he said it sounded fun.

I spent the afternoon worked up and hoping for a good release that evening, hopefully before we had to go get some work done. I was hoping for a full inspection scene. If he wanted to look in my ears, fine, but I was definitely hoping for him to be pulling open my mouth, and some more intimate locations. Didn’t matter, I just wanted to be his play thing for a while, holding still while he looked me over, outside and more importantly, inside as well.

Well. He went a little askew of my vision.

After work we were sitting in the living room discussing plans for the evening and I asked, a little meekly, if we had time for a quick session. He agreed that we had time and he stood up and offered me his hand. While it may have been meant as a “here let me help you up” gesture, it felt more like the first step to leading me off towards what he wanted to do to me. I will always put my hand in his when he offers to lead me. It’s such a small show of trust but sometimes a meaningful one.

He led me down the hall into his bedroom, every step increasing my nervousness. He brought me into his room and closed the door behind us and he left me standing there while he disappeared into his bathroom to hunt stuff down.

I am not comfortable in this new space yet, and I’d asked for a scene that naturally is uncomfortable for me so I was a bit of a wreck. I didn’t move from that spot where he’d let my hand go. I just stood there, letting the chemical feeling of nervousness, anticipation, excitement, and arousal wash over me, wave after wave. I wrapped my jacket around myself tighter and pulled the sleeves over my hands, touching my fingers together and fidgeting under the loose fabric.

My feet never moved from the spot he left me, not because I thought he wanted me to stay there but I was so nervous I didn’t feel comfortable moving. I heard him call from the bathroom that well, I’d asked for a medical scene, and it was very much like a doctor’s office to be waiting on someone not ready for you yet. The waves rushed through me harder and I made some kind of noise. Acknowledgment? Arousal? I don’t know, but it was a nervous noise while I stood there waiting, nervous as all hell, but also turned on as all hell.

Medical scene? I didn’t ask for a medical scene. I asked for an inspection scene. What the hell was I getting myself into?? Didn’t matter. I trusted him and was aroused. He could do whatever he wanted to me. I could probably handle a medical scene from him.

I have avoided pushing too hard into medical scenes normally in case I end up in a bad mental space. They seem hot in concept, just because of the inherent power imbalance and the suffering aspects, but some of the things people do for them squick me out. I do have some very real problems with medical situations but I can take (almost) anything for Tim. I trust Tim. Tim is safe. So, nervous or not, I can handle whatever he has in mind.

I continued to not move while I waited for him, fidgeting with my hands. I can always tell I’m nervous or upset when my fingers start fidgeting, rubbing my nails together or making small flicking motions.

Finally, he came out and brought me to the bed and had me sit. He took my jacket off of me, peeling away my top level of protection. Cold. I should have turned up the heater, it was far too cold in this room for a scene. I had few words but did manage “cold” after he took my jacket, and in response he pulled out a little space heater and pointed it at me. It wasn’t exactly enough but once we really got going I wouldn’t notice the temperature anymore anyway. Still way better than nothing.

From the spot he’d placed me on the bed I could watch him search the bathroom while he talked in my general direction. He asked me if I had my phone. He wanted to get something from his car and said I could at least use my phone and not be bored while he went and got it. He had set my jacket next to me and indicated it was there so I could find my phone.

Boredom was the furthest thing from my mind. But I probed through my jacket pockets, finding misc things until I located my phone. Because I was already in an altered state and he’d asked me about my phone, it felt very important to find it. Once I did locate it, though, I left it there. Oh good. Found it. It’s there. As if I would need to show it to him when he returned or something.

I didn’t feel like using using my phone. No need for distractions right now. I was lost in my own head and I was quite happy to continue to be lost for a while; the landscape was nice.

Eyes unfocused, I sat there staring at nothing but kind of downward. My hands? The floor? I don’t know, just downward, letting my body tingle with nervous excited chemicals. No, I definitely did not want distractions from this. This is the drug I chase. This lovely feeling that flows through me in waves. This sensation is the reason I’m into D/s in the first place; a physical reaction to his power over me. Worried, nervous, anxious, but safe, and my body will flood me with chemicals that tell me this is exactly where I want to be. I was absolutely going to enjoy this feeling to the fullest. While normally I will get flashes of this feeling here and there, usually as a reaction to something Tim said, very few scenes get it to this level. This was a constant almost pulsing of pleasurable sensation from my chest flowing down all the way through my crotch. Oh yeah, I was definitely aroused. Nervous, a little scared in anticipation of whatever was coming, but there was no other place in the world I wanted to be right at that moment.

He returned quickly and it was time to actually start. He was being very nice with me and so he only took my shirt off, letting me keep my jeans and camisole. He talked to me throughout this whole scene, but the words never stick. I do know he told me what he would be doing with me and I believe there were questions. I love when he makes me talk, even in the questions can be hard sometimes. They were easy this time.

He actually did have an otoscope. Who just has something like that??

The feeling of it sliding into my ear was unnerving. It’s not like this was new to me, but it also absolutely was, situationally. I wasn’t shut down like I would be in a doctor’s office, I was damn near flying high. I was feeling it in a context where the softest touch was enhanced and in focus. It feels strange to be aroused by it, but I genuinely enjoyed the strange penetration. Not because the sensation itself was anything arousing, but because the sensation was attached to my owner taking care of his pet. I was being looked inside, checked over, and utterly owned.

He checked both ears and although he made some noise at my right one, he announced that they looked reasonably normal. I don’t remember the words but I got the impression that my left looked perfectly normal but my right may have had some very minor something. I didn’t ask him to elaborate. I wanted to but I was nonverbal, locked very hard in my head unless he asked me a question.

He had decided he was going to try ear drops with me. Not because he expected them to work but because they couldn’t hurt anything and the chance of them helping was minimal but nonzero. Also just because he could. This was a delicious power move just for purposes of the session. He was going to try plain water first just to ensure nothing hurt before using hydrogen peroxide. He kept assuring me throughout the process that this wouldn’t do any harm and shouldn’t hurt and made it very clear that if anything hurt to just turn my head and let it drain immediately.

I was still nervous. But I trusted him and didn’t resist when he positioned me. He had an eye dropper and a little container filled with water.

He had me laying on the bed with my head on a small towel so if I turned my head it would drain into the towel.

I felt the water hit my ear, outside at first. Two… three drops. Weird at first until it all trickled in and pooled. Holy shit I hated the feeling. My whole body tightened and I heard unhappy noises escape me. He stopped and asked if anything hurt or if it was just that it was weird and I didn’t like it. No hurt. No pain. But damn I didn’t like this feeling. I indicated that there was no pain and since he deemed that to be okay, he kept going and I believe he added a couple more drops as I felt myself get even more aroused.

Unpleasantness is simply not a reason to stop.

He had me though. I felt him up against me. I was so fuzzy it felt like he was all around me. He was doing this to me and I hated it but because it was him doing it I loved it anyway.

After a short time, he pulled the towel from under my head pressing it against my ear and turning my head. Suddenly and immediately the pressure and unpleasantness was completely gone. I was really surprised at how fast that just stopped. No residual anything except a little cold from the wetness that remained.

He checked in on me then positioned me on the bed to test the other ear… the ear that had been bothering me. And we did it all again. Unpleasantness. Tense. Don’t like. But he was wrapped over me and keeping me safe. Still no actual pain, but an unpleasant sensation while my suffering kink caused waves of arousal to tear through my body. It sucked so much but I was entirely turned on and wanted it to end but also never end. Anything for him, my owner. I’ll suffer for your pleasure.

Soon enough he was satisfied that the liquid in my ears wasn’t actually going to hurt me and tipped my head again onto a towel and again, resulting in instant and complete relief. I’m so used to residual feelings from everything we do that going back to baseline in an instant was jarring.

He was there, talking to me, on top of me. He played with my breasts. He talked to me and his breath danced over my ears and when I felt the chill of his breath deep inside my ear it radiated through my body, straight to my crotch. I attempted to communicate this. I think I did it poorly. He leaned into the concept but breathed slow and warm which wasn’t nearly as effective. It was a pleasant warm feeling but that chill was what I was looking for. Next time I guess. (Oh god… there’s going to be a next time. Like. I knew that, but it didn’t actually register at all until I just typed that.)

When he was ready to move on, he brought the hydrogen peroxide and repeated the process.

He made absolutely sure again that I understood that this wasn’t supposed to hurt and to just turn my head if it hurt at all. No problem.

Ready to go… He had me lay on my side and wait for him. Drip, drip, drip onto my ear and it slid in… Pressure. Unpleasant. Tense. Hate.

And he didn’t stop. The liquid kept coming. Why so much?? Why did it keep coming??? He must have filled the eye dropper and he slowly emptied the whole thing into me.

Hate. Why. Pressure. Unpleasant.

But he was there. On top of me, close and talking to me. My anchor. My owner.

He asked me again if there was pain. No. I still hated it but no, no pain. He stayed with me, touched me, held me, talked to me. I couldn’t hear many of the words through the liquid plug. I felt the bubbles forming and sliding up my ears… unpleasant and unnerving. It felt like forever as he let the liquid bubble away inside me.

Inside me. That normally carries such a different meaning in a play session, but no, this was nowhere near my genitals, as much as the whole experience was affecting them.

Then finally he turned my head over. Immediate relief and… warm? Wow. Warm. Pleasantly warm, actually.

He got me comfortable for the other ear and repeated the process. All over again. Too much liquid, like it would never end. Uncomfortable. Pressure. But he was there.

I heard him ask me a question. I heard words. What? By the time I’d pieced together that he’d asked me “who owns you” the moment was long past. Or at least that’s how it felt. I’m sure this went a lot faster in reality than how I was experiencing it.

I heard him say something else… ?? Why didn’t he talk louder?!

Oh?
oh.

He’d said, far too softly, “Mine.” Replaying it in my head I realized he’d practically growled it.

Fuck. Fuck yes. But the moment was already past by the time I figured out the word through the fuzziness. But damn. I loved that.

Finally again he turned my head and instant relief with a residual pleasant heat.

And he asked me again, clearly now, who owned me. No hesitation breathing out “you” this time. Always.

He took my pants mostly off, leaving my underwear. He was being really nice to me and I suspect it was because he wants to ease me into this new space but time may have been a factor. I didn’t ask.

He brought the wand vibrator over, sat close to me, leaned in, and told me I would be screaming for him, soon.

Well. Okay then.

He used the vibe lower on me than my preference, drawing it out, intentionally missing my clit but letting the vibrations bring everything alive. I didn’t dislike it but… higher dammit. I didn’t say anything. He knew what he was doing and when he wanted me to get off he’d bring it to the right spot. This vibe can get me to orgasm in seconds in the right spot.

He moved it around, talking to me the whole time and increasing the intensity, and then finally he pushed it forward and onto my clit and it was everything I’d wanted for the past four hours. My body tensed for him and, as expected, the orgasm came and faded and still he kept going. My body tensed and writhed as the stimulation didn’t quit… until it did. But rather than a full stop, he dropped it to low and my body and my voice did the same. It didn’t stop, and I didn’t either, but it was softer tensing, and quieter moans and squeaks. No screaming though. I thought how reasonable it was to drop the intensity like that. I actually hated when he would use high intensity and then end with a full stop. It was always jarring and felt incomplete. Within moments though I was pushing myself back into the vibrator, arching and pressing towards the pleasure it provided. And then he turned it up again.

Fuck.

Okay so maybe I did scream. I don’t actually know. My body tensed again, although not from orgasm… just from the sensations encouraging my body to try to curl up on itself. He played with me a little longer until he was satisfied and I was spent.

We cuddled and talked then finally dressed to get onto the rest of the evening. We had things to do and this was a short session. I spent the rest of the evening mulling over this situation, though.

I am in awe of how much he actually does own me. How much power I’ve handed over and how he uses it. I trust him so completely that I would let him do just about anything to me as long as it’s him and he’s there to anchor me and guide me through it.

When we first started calling him my owner it didn’t feel real. It was a word that was the best fit for the situation but didn’t quite fit yet. Like new shoes that needed to be worn in. The word fits perfectly now, worn in and comfortable. He is safe. My anchor. My owner.

I am entirely his.

And uhhh… maybe we need to buy a few more medical devices… because damn.