#ftm stalking

[fishboykissesboys]

stalk me stalk me how many times do i have to ASKKKK be creepy be weird plsss oughhh i want to be constantly monitored and guarded without my knowledge

[fishboykissesboys]

The doctor really wasn't expecting me to come in so soon. He'd told the receptionists that if I were ever to make an appointment, they needed to fit me in as soon as possible, regardless of who they needed to reschedule in order to do so.

He enters the exam room to find me pacing back and forth, breathing shallow, looking like a disheveled mess. As soon as he closes the door behind him, I pounce. I press my face into his chest and neck, inhaling his scent, placing sloppy kisses to the skin I can reach under his coat. I'm so desperate for contact that I can't see the smirk growing on his face.

"Please please please please, I need more. Please? Come over tonight, come over every night- fuck me right now, I need it, please."

He scoops me up and lays me down on the exam table, letting me squirm for a moment while he finds something to stuff in my mouth. He grabs a cleaning rag and forces it between my lips, instructing me to bite down and keep quiet while he strips me down.

All this time, he's been waiting for me to break, to offer myself to him freely, to become just as obsessed with him as he is with me. Who knew that all it took were some aphrodisiac pills disguised as antidepressants?

[fishboykissesboys]

my stalking kink is on my mind again ugh.... i need to be stalked by someone so bad. watch me change and shower, follow all of my social media and figure out where i am any any given time... send me anonymous messages about what you saw me do and what you were thinking, what you want to do to me.... im so desperate for attention

[fishboykissesboys]

ok stalking kink but also doctor kink....

ive gone into the clinic a few times for my chronic illnesses, and my doctor has been super touchy with me... more so than other doctors. maybe he's just thorough?

Lately i feel like someone has been following me while walk home, watching me through my windows... but i don't want to close the curtains or lock the doors. I feel taken care of and guarded.

One night I woke up to a cold sensation on my chest, like a stethoscope was there, checking my heart beat... weird.

My doctor has access to all of my information. My name, my address, and any medication I take. He could slip sleeping pills into the bottles and i'd never know, then follow me home and play with me while I'm knocked out. He could bring gloves and tools to give me my own little checkup in bed. Maybe one day he'll do it when i'm conscious, just to see my reaction while I put all the pieces together with his fingers deep inside me, listening to my heart pounding through his stethoscope...

[fishboykissesboys]

Well, I was caught. Turns out I'm not as subtle as I thought I was, and he woke up to find me rummaging through his clothes late one night. It was almost like he was ready to catch me, immediately grabbing my wrists and clipping handcuffs around them.

He led me to his guest room, where there was a collar sitting on the bed, and put it on me. He chained me to the bed, shoving me down so hard it made me dizzy.

The whole time, he was telling me about how he knew. How I wasn't slick, following him home, to work, to run errands. He knows I've been stealing his underwear and cologne, he knows I've been using his toys on myself when he's out of the house. It was obvious. I'm so bad at this.

"You dirty fucking creep. Let's see how you like being violated."

He strips me down, having to wrestle and rip my shirt just to get it around the chains. His hands start to wander, growling at me to stay still every time I start to squirm under his touches. He tortures me like this for hours- touching, licking, smelling, muttering how gross and creepy and weird I am. He never touches my dick, and he never takes his own clothes off. He just takes his time making sure I'm trembling and leaking and crying for more, and once he's done, he heads back to his own room to go to sleep, promising that I'll be punished even further tomorrow.

[fishboykissesboys]

ok but what if you wake up during your doctor’s “late night visits” …

He accounted for this, but he wasn't expecting it to happen so soon...

I start to stir one night while he's inspecting me, latex gloves prying me open and slipping deep into my hole. I'm always nice and wet for him, such a good patient, making it so easy to explore.

As soon as I'm awake, I'm already whining and moaning, his fingers deep inside and hitting all of my sensitive spots. He chuckles, placing his free hand on my stomach and ordering me to stay still.

"You're being such a good patient. Try not to squirm."

He continues to inspect. His favorite part of these late night appointments is using his stethoscope on me, pressing it to my chest and listening to my heart beat jump and flutter as he goes deeper.

I start getting a bit too restless, begging to finish, trying to squeeze my thighs shut around his hands. It's making things very difficult for him, but luckily he was prepared with an anesthetic injection to knock me right back out so he can continue the treatment.

After he's finally finished, he cleans up, tosses his gloves in my bathroom trash can, and leaves a lollipop on my nightstand for being so good during my check-up.

[fishboykissesboys]

gulps ,, can you post more sstalkerdoctor stuff. .

fuck yeah i can

I came home today irritated and in pain. i'm sore all over, and he can't stand to see me like that. His perfect patient, in pain and unable to come into his office for help...

So, he sneaks into my room while i'm in the bathroom and tops off my regular night time medicine with stronger sleeping pills. It's not long before I'm out like a light and he's able to get to work, massaging and kneading all of my sore muscles, kissing everything better... he makes sure to pay special attention to my hips and thighs, leaving plenty of hickeys in his wake. I bruise easily, so I surely won't think anything is off.. Once he's done after a few careful hours, he heads back out.

He sees me in the clinic later that week, inquiring about the strange bruises and the drowsiness from my medicine the past few days. That's strange, I just need to take it easy. Maybe my body got too used to the medicine and i'm not getting enough sleep. He ups the dosage for the next scheduled prescription.

On my way out, he says he hopes the soreness in my joints gets better... weird. I don't remember telling him about that.

[fishboykissesboys]

stalker... you say??

how about i watch you from afar, tracking your every move? i prey on you while you have no fucking clue! you wouldn't ever be able to figure that out, hm baby?

maybe even take pictures and keep them to myself. print them out and put them in a box with your name on them. sleeping, eating, touching. all of it is documented and kept by me <3

and then, eventually, i finally take my prey. i sneak in while your sleeping and take what i want!! then, the cycle repeats!! :3

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oshhhhhhhh my godddddddd hfhnsdbnNdnammd this is exactly what i wanted

that sounds perfecttt ehgbsnfnnsmf... im gonna be thinking abt this all fucking night