Inspired by talking to @trust-your-doc recently to write out some of my darker med fet thoughts.
I wake up to a blinding light in my eyes, and as I blink and adjust to the brightness I begin to make out my surroundings. I try to move, but quickly realize that I am restrained, tied down with thick leather straps across my arms and legs, under my breasts, and across my forehead. Above me on the ceiling is a large mirror, revealing my own naked form helpless on a sterile, metal surgical table. There is a bright surgical light above me, and I can see in the mirror that there are trays with many ominous looking instruments arranged in neat rows.
Before I have too much time to contemplate my fate however, a door on the side of the room opens and a handsome man in a lab coat walks in. He has salt and pepper hair and a cruel smile as he walks over to my prone form.
"Ah, I see you're finally awake, now we can begin..." He says calmly, as though everything was normal and I'd come here for some sort of doctor appointment. As he walked toward me he pulled on long black gloves which reached up to his elbows, snapping the cuffs as he finished. As he reached me he began to trail his fingers gently over my body, making me flinch and shiver as I tried fruitlessly to escape his touch.
"I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here, pet" he says, fingers still lightly examining my abdomen and breasts. "The truth is I've been watching you for a while, and well, I'm afraid I just couldn't resist any longer, I had to have you." He says with a twisted smile as he pinches my nipple making me gasp.
"What are you going to do to me" I ask, nervously.
"Anything I want" he answers, turning away from me to look at the array of tools laid out beside him.
