My Doctor. Chapter Two.

With the foundation of her mental domination over The Doctor in place, Yaz brings her oblivious Time-Lord 'friend' home, only to continue remaking her into Yaz's ideal toy.

-o-o-o-

When Yaz brought a girl home, she liked for them to be impressed by what they saw. She wanted them to gasp and stare, wanted them to be in awe of where she lived as much as they were in awe of her. She’d gone to a lot of effort perfecting her house over the past few years, perhaps not as much effort as the people who had actually renovated and modernised the large stately country house, but managing workers was even more of a challenge in Yaz’s opinion. Perfection was her goal, both for herself and her life, and she demanded any visitor, be they a lover or not, be impressed by that perfection.

The Doctor was bitterly disappointing her.

Yaz’s house was only slightly smaller than a mansion, a beautiful old Edwardian country house just a half-hour outside of Sheffield. The large pale building was nestled in a small valley, nicely sheltered from prying eyes, with woodland and moors stretching up to the horizon, hiding any hint of human civilisation beyond its grounds.

Yaz had moved in after the previous owner had died mid-renovation, convincing the builders and architects to finish the passion project rather than give up. They’d been happy to oblige once she framed the choice that way, and after that introducing all the changes and modifications she’d desired had been a breeze. Now, whilst looking classy and classic on the outside, it was the perfect modern luxury home inside. Six bedrooms, a private library, a walk-in closet in the master bedroom larger than her family’s entire flat back in Sheffield, an indoor pool, a garage large enough for Yaz’s cars… all in all it was exactly the kind of home Yaz had always wanted.

Everything inside was neat and tidy and perfect too, white marble, gold trim, rich, soft carpets and a fireplace in every bedroom. For a building of its size it was remarkably cosy, never anything but Yaz’s desired temperature inside, with no drafts, no breezes, no imperfections, no exceptions.

Naturally she had staff, but they didn’t live in the house. Yaz did not share her space with anyone, and so her cleaning staff, her gardeners, and her personal chef, all lived in a small cottage at the edge of the property, close enough to be on call, but out of Yaz’s sight when she didn’t want them.

No-one stepped foot in her domain without permission, and so it was just Yaz and The Doctor.

“Well?” Yaz said, her frustration at the blonde’s total lack of appreciation sneaking into her tone as she scowled. “What do you think?”

“It’s nice!” The Doctor grinned, planting her hands on her hips and admiring the large open foyer Yaz had led her into. “Reminds me of an old andromedan temple I visited once. All the marble and gold. Very impressive.”

Yaz wasn’t satisfied by the blonde’s platitudes and huffed with annoyance, stalking across the sleek black and white tiles to the bottom of the staircase. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

“Are you alright?” The Doctor frowned, following her closely as she began to prowl up the stairs, face twisted with worry.

“Fine.” Yaz said with a forced smile. “It’s just been a busy day, helping you tired me out.”

A range of emotions rolled over The Doctor’s face. Surprise that Yaz had lost her good mood so quickly. Shock that she seemed to blame The Doctor for her change in attitude. Defensiveness as the rational side of her recognised that none of it was actually her fault, but then concern as she immediately began to second-guess herself. Yaz’s influence wasn’t dominating her by any stretch of the imagination, even the insidious encouragement to be submissive and feminine that was still spiralling through her brain was largely dormant, but never gone.

Even so, The Doctor couldn’t help but want Yaz’s approval, crave her acceptance. In her mind Yaz was already her closest, most trusted friend on the earth at that moment, and she wanted that friendship to continue desperately.

Yaz’s lip curled as The Doctor pouted and screwed up her face in thought, following her quietly up the steps. “I’ve put you in the suite next to me, Doctor. Everything is already laid out ready for you, but if you do need something let me know.”

“Yaz?” The Doctor said meekly, reaching out to catch the younger girl by the wrist. She smiled hopefully as Yaz spun around to face her, expression unreadable. “Um… thank you. Thank you for letting me stay in your home, and for helping me fit in… it’s so kind of you and I really do appreciate it.”

Yaz smiled back and gently removed The Doctor’s hand, squeezing it and casually taking a few steps forward. In an instant, the blonde had her back to the wall and her hands in Yaz’s grip, her face twisting from worried to flustered just as quickly.

“Don’t mention it, I was glad to help, and it’s nice to have company.”

“I… it’s an awfully big house for just one person.” The Doctor stammered. She frowned suddenly, her blush dying down as her brains kicked back into gear thanks to a new mystery to ponder. “How can you afford to live like this? You’re so young, have you got a job, a rich family?”

“My family lives in Sheffield.” Yaz smiled calmly, taking a mental note of how quickly the blonde had shaken off her influence once she’d been intellectually stimulated. “My father is unemployed, my mother works in hotels, my little sister is still at uni.”

“A job then?” The Doctor asked, smiling as Yaz continued along the corridor.

“No.”

“An inheritance? A lottery win? I had a friend who won the lottery once, with a little help, sort of farewell present. Maybe I should check in on her someday, see how she’s getting along?”

“I have a lot of… friends.” Yaz sighed, deciding to give The Doctor the answers she craved, if only to stop her from prying and thinking to hard into her affairs. The blonde was smart, dangerously so. As far as Yaz was concerned that was the most important thing to train her out of. “I consult, I advise. I have friends who work as designers, models, photographers… they value my opinion and they compensate me for my help on their work.”

“So you work in fashion? That makes sense, with how well you dress and how nice this house is.” The Doctor smiled.

“Work may be to strong a word.” Yaz chuckled. “My friends like to give me gifts and every so often I do them favours, let’s put it that way.”

“So mysterious. You’re more than meets the eye, aren’t you Yasmin Khan?”

“You’re one to talk.” Yaz replied with a sardonic smile, but not appreciating how close The Doctor was coming to realising just how unusual she really was under the surface. She pushed open a door and led the blonde into a large, open bedroom.

A huge window overlooked the lush green trees around the back of the house, with thick, warm curtains waiting on either side. On the right wall was a huge, abstract painting of swirling colours and long, coiling brushstrokes. Against the left was a king-sized bed, flanked on either side by a small table, and then two doors. Through one was a walk in closet, smaller than Yaz’s room-sized gallery of outfits, shoes, and accessories, but just as big as the bathroom that was through the second door.

“Here’s your room.” Yaz said, casually ushering the blonde into the luxurious suite, watching her expression closely. “The closet’s a little bare but we’ll fill that up tomorrow, we can pick up anything else you need then too. If there’s any problems just let me know, I’m right next door.”

For once, The Doctor seemed suitably impressed, and Yaz smiled as the blonde threw herself down on the bed, bouncing on the mattress with a grin on her face. “Wow! This might be the nicest room I’ve stayed in on earth!”

“You know, you can’t keep avoiding explaining what you actually mean by that forever.” Yaz sighed, taking a seat by the table beside the window and watching The Doctor admire her new bedroom. “I’ll get some clear answers out of you, one way or another.”

The Doctor pouted. “You still don’t believe in aliens?”

“I believe, I’d have to be an idiot to deny everything I’ve seen. What I’m not convinced about is you, Doctor.” Yaz shrugged, crossing her legs and leaning back imperiously in her chair as if it were a throne, and not a comfy plush armchair in one of her guest suites. “You say you’re an alien, sure, I can buy that. You say you used to be a man, if you were you’ve had the best reassignment surgeries I’ve ever seen. You say you’ve been to other planets, met other species, and travelled through time in a wooden box? Now that I’m going to need to be convinced of. As far as I know, you’re just some mad woman who happened to be right about one alien she stumbled into.”

“If you think I’m mad, why invite me into your home?” The Doctor asked, smiling and lying down on the bed, legs kicking like a gossiping schoolgirl half her age. “I could be dangerous.”

“I can take care of myself.” Yaz purred, “and I like you.”

“Aw!” The Doctor grinned, delighted. “I like you too Yaz, you’ve been so nice to me and we’ve only just started getting to know one another!”

“Well, I look forward to learning more.”

“Me too!” The Doctor beamed, before rolling over and cooing as she noticed a few things left out on the bedside tables. She’d dismissed them as just knickknacks and art, scattered around the mahogany surface beside the tall golden lamps. Most of them were, a small novella, a brass statuette Yaz had inherited from her grandmother, a little bottle of merlot Yaz like to leave for her ‘guests’ to enjoy to get them in the mood. And then there was a dildo.

“Huh, what’s this?” The Doctor mumbled, picking up the thick blue dick, only to realise what it was a second later and let out a flustered “Eep!”

“Oh!” Yaz gasped, rushing over and snatching up the toy, tossing it into the table’s drawer and slamming it closed. “Sorry! One of my friends must have left that out… I completely missed it when I cleaned up!”

It was a lie, of course. She’d planted that dildo on the table to see The Doctor’s reaction to it, and she hadn’t been disappointed. Yaz could read people very well thanks to a lifetime of manipulating them, and The Doctor was an open book to her.

She was shocked, caught off guard by the realisation that Yaz wasn’t just the kind, pretty girl who had been taking care of her, but that she was a sexual creature too. There was embarrassment, both at the fact she had picked up a sextoy in front of her host, but also that she hadn’t recognised it, that she’d shown off how inexperienced and innocent she was. The Doctor clearly valued being the smartest woman in the room, and she’d ruined that image by waving around a dildo of all things. There was also something else in her flustered expression, something Yaz was delighted to see: The Doctor was just a tiny bit turned on.

She was surprised, and embarrassed, and she was at that very moment wondering what Yaz had done with that toy, what she’d done with her ‘friend.’ She glanced up at Yaz, trying adorably hard not to blush as she imagined Yaz bringing women home and making love to them, and how she was now in the same position, the very same bed, as they had been.

The comparison was inescapable, and now the poor blonde couldn’t help but wonder if Yaz had ulterior motives for being so nice to her, so charming, so generous.

The Doctor shook her head and forced a smile. “It’s ok, y… you’re a young woman. Of course you have friends over from time to time… I shouldn’t have pried.”

“No no, it’s my fault entirely. Let’s just… forget about it, yeah?” Yaz stammered, playing the role of embarrassed host to perfection as she turned away and hid her face. “I’ve… set out a nightgown, it should be around your size. We’ll get you some proper nightwear tomorrow, for now just relax, take a bath, watch some tv. We can talk about plans in the morning.”

“Oh… yeah… ok Yaz.” The Doctor mumbled, “Sleep well!”

Yaz smiled as she closed the door. “Sleep well.”

-o-o-o-

Yaz’s heart pounded with excitement as she silently turned the handle of the Doctor’s room door and slipped inside. Investing in the quietest doors she’d been able to find had been a fantastic idea she’d never appreciated more as she crept across the room to where the blonde lay snoring. A gossamer thin white negligee floated around her slender body as she crossed the room, her dark breasts heaving with adrenaline as she approached her hapless prey.

The Doctor was spreadeagled on the king-sized mattress, naked body only barely covered by the blankets, arms and legs splayed out as she lay on her back, dead to the world. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, a thin string of drool running down her cheek as she slept.

As dorky and embarrassing as she was, she looked peaceful… comfortable… helpless. Yaz wanted to leap onto her and sample every inch of her supple flesh with her tongue, but she was a patient woman.

Instead, she leant down across from the unconscious blonde and admired her closely, her pretty face, her slender neck, the soft, kissable skin of her collarbone and the hint of cleavage under the covers. One day Yaz would own every last inch of that body, it would be hers to taste and touch and mark as her property.

Yaz took hold of the sheets and began to peel them back, eye watching for any hint of movement or consciousness from her prey as she slowly exposed The Doctor’s body to the cool night air.

Her nipples were hard, perky little mountains of soft pink Yaz ached to devour. Her slim stomach rose and fell with her breaths, her tiny tits swaying hypnotically as their owner snored, oblivious to the predator looming over her.

Yaz smiled and leant close, her lips just millimetres from The Doctor’s ear.

“Sleep, Doctor… keep sleeping… sleep well… sleep deeply.”

The Doctor didn’t stir, but a quiet, contented sigh passed her lips as Yaz’s voice drifted into her unconscious mind.

“Sleep the best night of sleep you’ve ever had.” Yaz encouraged, “Sleep so soundly, so comfortably, that in the morning you’ll feel happy and relaxed and so, so grateful to me for giving you this bed… this room… this place in my home.”

The Doctor sighed again, smiling slightly as she nestled down into the mattress and tilted her head towards Yaz.

“Dream about me, Doctor.” Yaz breathed, gingerly brushing some golden strands out of her prey’s face and behind the ear she was whispering into. “Dream about your best friend Yaz… dream about how nice I am to you, how kind I’ve been, how generous… dream about my smile, dream about my voice.”

“Hmmm.”

Yaz bit her lip and recoiled her hand as The Doctor let out a soft, sleepy moan and shifted beside her. For an instant she feared she’d woken the blonde, but as suddenly as she’d stirred, The Doctor settled back down, now rolled onto her side towards Yaz, her hips pushed forwards as she unconsciously thrust herself towards the girl she was being trained to love.

“Dream about me. Dream about how beautiful I am, how classy I am, everything you wish you were.” She continued carefully, forcing her voice to stay low and soft and gentle. “Dream about me helping you, encouraging you, teaching you everything you need to know. Dream about the woman I’ll show you how to be, dream about making me proud.”

“Dream about beautiful I am, Doctor, dream about my lips, my flawless skin, my perfect body.” Yaz growled, a hand dipping between her own legs as The Doctor blushed and whimpered in her sleep. “You’re so jealous of me, Doctor… you’d do anything to be as gorgeous as I am, anything at all, you want it so badly. You know I can teach you, I can make you into the perfect woman, you just have to ask. And you want to ask, you want to so badly, you want to be like me more than you want to find your Tardis, more than you want to see your other friends, because I am all you need now.”

“Y… Yaaaz.” The Doctor moaned, voice softer than a whisper, but wonderfully needy.

“You want to make me proud, you want to make me happy, you want to make me like you as much as you like me.” Yaz grinned, baring her teeth and stifling a groan as her fingers pushed inside herself. “You want to make me want you like you want me. You want me to love you like you love me. You want to be my woman, my good girl. You want to sleep in my bed, and dress in my clothes, and eat my food, and think my thoughts… you want to be my property, my pet. You want me to teach you everything there is to know about being a woman, how to dress, how to act, how to think… how to fuck.”

“Hmm.” The Doctor was really blushing now, her hand resting over her stomach, rolling over her skin towards her sopping pussy, glistening in the low light between her widespread thighs.

“Dream about my hands, Doctor.” Yaz bit down on her finger, keeping herself quiet as her digits curled inside herself. “Dream about how they’ll feel on your body, stroking your skin, tangling in your hair. Dream about my fingers against your lips, squeezing your breasts, spreading your legs. Dream about me kissing you, my taste on your tongue, over and over again, all over your body, working lowerrrr…. And lowerrrrr… and lowerrrrr… until I’m kissing between your legs, kissing your crotch, your inner thighs, and finally your hot… wet… needy… cunt.”

“Yaaaazzie.” The Doctor whined, back arching and hips rolling up against her own palm.

“Dream about my tongue inside you, tasting every inch you have to offer, filling you, stretching you, driving you wild. Dream about my lips locked onto your pussy, sucking on you, drinking from you. Dream about my tongue coiling around your cute little clit, dream about losing control, dream about the pleasure I give you, that only I can give you.”

“Dream about cumming, cumming like a fountain, cumming until you lose your mind and the world just melts away like the heat between your legs. Dream about my arms cradling you as you lose yourself in pleasure. Dream about my voice in your ear, telling you what a great job you did, how beautiful you look, how good you taste, telling you what a good girl you are for me.”

“Good… girl…”

Yaz groaned and pushed herself away, standing up and tearing her hand away from her eager petals before she could lose control of herself. God she wanted to mount that pretty blonde’s face right then and there, wake her up with a face full of cunt and smother her pretty blushing cheeks in pussy until she submitted and accepted it as her proper place in the world.

She took a calming breath and smiled to herself. She’d never felt like this before! All her life when she wanted to fuck she’d gone into town, found the most beautiful woman she could, and led them back to her bed as easily as she brought home groceries or a new outfit. It was effortless and fun and satisfying, but this was something new. Wanting something and not being able to reach out and take it was driving her wild!

“Doctor.” She said quietly and calmly, at least, as quietly and calmly as she could manage with her raging libido urging her to pounce on the blonde then and there. “Doctor you’re such a good girl for me, so sleep well, and dream about being my woman all night long… dream about the life you want to have with me, about submitting to me completely body, mind, and soul. When you wake up, you’ll be so happy and so horny you’ll need to play with yourself instantly. You won’t be able to resist it, you’ll be desperate, obsessed, and you’ll fuck yourself hard remembering how good I made you feel in your dreams.”

The Doctor whimpered, face red and thighs squeezing down around the hand now cradling her cunt. Yaz purred at the expression of utter need on The Doctor’s sleeping face, and bent low, carefully bringing her slick fingers to the blonde’s open mouth.

“Remember the dildo, Doctor… you’ll want to use it, to know how it feels inside you… and think about how lucky all the women I’ve fucked have been to spend time with me.” Yaz whispered, gently painting her nectar over The Doctor’s lips before kissing her cheek and backing away.

“Sweet dreams.”

-o-o-o-

“Oh gooooooooooosh!”

Yaz smirked to herself and took a sip from her coffee, laying back in her ridiculously huge bed with her mug in one hand, and a wand in the other. She let out a soft groan as the buzzing head of her toy nuzzled against her slick mocha petals, her eyes locked attentively on the tablet propped up beside her.

Yaz was a perverted, narcissistic control freak.

Of course she had cameras hidden in every room.

Sometimes she used them to make sure her staff were behaving. Sometimes she used them to replay her conquests when she needed entertainment to masturbate to. Sometimes, like that morning, she used them to watch her playthings in secret.

The Doctor had woken up before her and gotten to work immediately, waking Yaz with her shrill squeaks and squeals of manic, out-of-control lust.

Just as she’d been unconsciously commanded, the poor blonde had been ravaged by the most intense, submissive, erotic dreams all night long, and had woken up in a heat unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Her hands had been wandering her body before she was even fully conscious, groping herself, exploring her tight little boobs, her smooth stomach, the hot, throbbing region between her legs, and finally her fingers had brushed the soaking slit of her womanhood for the very first time.

Her squeak of surprise at how intensely amazing her own touch felt had been enough to wake Yaz, who had immediately snatched up her tablet to play the footage as she rushed around brewing coffee and raiding her sex-toy stash.

Mere moments after first nervously probing her pussy with a finger, The Doctor had been moaning and whining as she frantically pumped into herself. The heat coming from her brand new cunt was unbelievable, and the wetness was incredible! Her entire hand was slick with warm, almost honey-scented goo, lubing her up and filling the air with her own strange, intoxicating perfume.

The blonde had almost immediately begun experimenting, incapable of not thinking even as her brain was overcome with need and her every thought turned to her own pleasure. She pumped her finger in straight, she slid it in curled. She moved it up and down, then side to side, then in circles, then a combination of everything. She sank it in down to the knuckle and wiggled it inside herself, scratching those desperately hungry spots she just couldn’t seem to satisfy. She traced up and down each puffy, slathering lip, spread herself wide and stared at the amazing pinkness inside her new body.

She played with her clit. God did she play with her clit. The second she nudged that little pearl throbbing atop her needy hole she just couldn’t stop herself from touching it. She pinched it, she squeezed it, she rubbed it raw. As one hand returned to finger-fucking herself, her second joined the sticky fray, doing everything she could think to do to her own clitoris and driving herself wild whilst she did it.

Soon enough one finger was joined by another, working in tandem to stretch her folds and reach the parts one digit wasn’t enough for. Then it was three, forcing her virgin hole as wide as it would go before it began to ache, and pounding herself silly as she spread her arousal across the bed without a care in the world.

Her initial squeaks and gasps of surprised delight quickly transformed into lustful moans and breathless whispers as The Doctor tried to rationalise what she was doing to herself.

“Oh gosh… oh gosh… oh gosh this feels good. This feels amazing! This feels spectacular! Oh gosh why didn’t I do this sooner? Why am I doing it now? Is it always this good!? Why don’t women do this all the time, I can’t stop myself!” she babbled, eyes wide and cheeks burning as her whole body lit up with pleasure. “I never realised! I never knew it could feel so good! What’s happening to me, I can’t control myself, I just need more!”

Her fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her and her entire body quaked, back arching as a squeal of arousal burst from her lips. She clapped a hand to her mouth, tasting her own nectar and sweat as she panted into her sticky palm. “Oh gosh… oh gosh what if Yaz hears me?”

If anything, her pace quickened.

“Ohhhhh nooooo, what if I wake her up!?” The Doctor moaned, “Ohhhhhhh I’ll be s… so embarrassed! Sh… she can’t see me like this! What’ll she think of me!?”

She threw herself down into the mattress, sinking down as far as she could as her hand worked fast enough to blur between her quivering thighs. “Ahn! G… gosh… I… can’t stoooop! It’s so… so brilliant! D… does this always happen to women? Is… is it always so sudden? One moment I’m asleep the n… next I can’t… can’t help myself. It can’t be just me… b… but no-one’s ever s… said anything!? Is… is it secret? Is it t… taboo to talk about… about… about fingering my brand new pussy!”

The Doctor let out a despairing sob and chewed on her index finger, eyes rolling back in her head as she continued to fuck herself. “Oh gosh… maybe I sh… should ask Yaz? Sh… she’ll understand, she’s helped me so much already.” The Doctor suddenly focussed more, her second hand diving for her breast, sinking into the supple flesh and kneading it desperately. “M… maybe she can help me with this!”

On the other side of the wall behind her, Yaz purred with victory.

“Yessss, Yaz… Yaz will know what to do.” The Doctor mewled, eyes squeezed shut as she rolled her hips against her hand. “She’ll tell me if th… this is normal. If this is… is ok. She’ll teach me… teach me to… to be a… to be aaaaaaaiiiiii!”

The Doctor squealed suddenly, legs kicking and back curving as her first ever orgasm ripped through her. In her mind, the image of Yaz smiling down at her, beautiful and seductive, seared through her psyche. She could almost forget it was her own fingers driving her insane with pleasure, making her cum like a fountain, and not the beautiful, slender brown fingers of the girl who had taken her into her home. She could almost believe her daydream of Yaz, her best friend in the whole world, cradling her as she fingerfucked her pussy into a drooling sticky mess.

“Y… Yaz…” The Doctor panted, chest heaving and legs trembling as she caressed her swollen pink pussy. “You’ll know wh… what to do… you’ll know how to… take care of me.”

For a moment, Yaz wondered if The Doctor had worn herself out before the rest of her instructions could be carried out, her disappointment ruining the sadistic glow of pleasure The Doctor’s submissive whimpers had roused in her. Then, after a few moments of laying on her sweat-dampened sheets, The Doctor began to rub herself again, groaning lustfully.

“Have you ever done this Yaz?” she wondered aloud. “H… have you played with yourself, masturbated like I am? I can’t imagine you like this… out of control, all sticky and sweaty and… and gosh this feeling is too much to bear!”

The Doctor rolled onto her front, hand still hard at work as she took a pillow between her teeth and whined. Yaz grinned, seeing the plump blushing peach of the blonde’s butt wiggling and jiggling before her as her guest fingered herself.

“Am I broken? Am I wrong? D… did something happen when I regenerated to m… make me like this?” The Doctor whimpered after a while. “Wh… why can’t I stop? Why am I still so a… aroused!? What more can I do? What would you do Yaz? H… how would you help me if you saw me like thissss?”

The blonde’s eyes widened and she lunged for the bedside table, tearing open the drawer so hard it clattered to the floor, scattering its contents everywhere.

The Doctor leapt from the bed and began scrabbling on the floor, disappearing under the bed to snatch up the dildo. She stared at it in awe for a moment, entranced by its size, its shape, the simple unashamed lewdness of its purpose, and then she brought it between her legs.

She hesitated, kneeling with her legs spread wide, the head of the thick blue rubber toy nuzzling her starving lips, cool and firm against her heat and softness. “Th… this feels so… so wrong.” She whined hesitantly, and Yaz scowled at her tablet, only for her expression to soften as The Doctor bit her lip. “You’re not mine… you’re Yaz’s friend’s… b… but she left you behind. I’m only b… borrowing you. I… i… I’ll wash you off and put you back and nobody ever needs to know! B… besides, Y… Yaz said I could help myself to anything I needed… and I need you… I need you so bad you big… blue… dick. Ah!”

The Doctor groaned with delight as she sat herself onto the dildo, mouth open in a pleased pant as it sank inside her inch by inch, further than her fingers could reach. She clutched its base with both hands, pushing it inside as deep as she could make it. “Oh gosh… I’m… all full up.” She giggled deliriously, before beginning to tug the fat blue phallus back out of her sucking cunt.

“Is… this… how it feels!?” The Doctor panted, bouncing against her own hands, wet slurping sounds beginning to join the cacophony of moans, grunts and whines bursting from her lips. The Doctor was so wet the thought of lubing the dildo up before sinking it inside her never crossed her mind, her body was taking care of that in spades!

“Is this sex!?” The Doctor cried out, “Is this… is this what it’s like for a woman to… to get… to get fucked!”

Yaz was surprised how hot she found The Doctor finally cursing. It was like a teeny tiny example of her mind succumbing. A subtle reward for her hard work turning the sweet, dorky, silly blonde into her personal sexpet.

“Is this what she felt?” The Doctor continued, rolling her hips and shaking her tiny tits as she pounded her pussy, getting carpet burns on her knees as she writhed on the floor without a care in the world. “Your friend… is this what you did to her Yaz? Did you make her feel this good wh… when you fucked her!?”

Oh she had no idea, Yaz smiled. The things she would do to that poor stupid slut, she couldn’t even imagine.

“Ahn! Yes… yes Yaz it feels so good!” The Doctor sobbed. “Make me feel like she did! M… make me orgasm again! Make me lose control! F… fuck me!”

Any moment now. She was so close Yaz could tell, her entire body tensing and quaking as she feverishly slid the dildo into her hole, rambling and drooling on herself. Yaz was close herself, the beautiful buzzing between her legs making her chest heave and her muscles clench, all she needed was to hear The Doctor say what she wanted to hear, it would push her over the edge she was sure.

“Oh… oh fuck… oh fucking yessssss!” The Doctor fell back, flat on her back atop her knees as she slurped the toy in and out of her cunt. “Y… Yaz! Yaz I’m… I’m gonna orgasm again! I’m gonna orgasm f… for youuuuu!”

“Yessss.” Yaz purred, glowing with total satisfaction as she finally came, nestling down into her pillows as The Doctor’s squeal rang out through the wall.

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaz!”

Yaz rode the afterglow of her victory for a little while, eyes shut as she finished her coffee and sighed happily to herself. She’d shut off the feed, its work done for the morning, and now listened to the faint panting and bumping furniture coming from the next room.

Once she’d calmed down she slipped into a simple silk nightgown and poured a second cup of coffee, checking her hair on the way out the door.

She knocked politely on The Doctor’s door, barely able to contain her excitement to see the state of her pet first hand. After a nervous plea for her to wait and a lot of shuffling, at last the door opened and The Doctor’s bright red face peeked out.

“Morning!” Yaz said brightly, presenting the coffee. “I thought I heard you up and about so I thought I’d make a start too.”

“Oh… th… thank you.” The Doctor stammered, gingerly reaching around the door and taking the coffee mug. “Um… I hope I didn’t wake you?”

Yaz smiled, drinking in the thick stench of arousal practically pouring out of The Doctor’s room. “No no, I’m a bit of an early bird. Did you sleep well?”

Even that most innocent of questions was a delight to watch The Doctor react to, as every sordid, sultry dream Yaz had planted in her unconscious mind came rushing back to the blonde at once. She went even redder, something Yaz hadn’t even thought would have been possible, and nodded her head.

“Y… yes! Yep! Brilliant! Perfect night! Slept like a log all the way through!”

“Great.” Yaz laughed, “Well, I’ll get breakfast together. Have a shower and get dressed. We’ve got a busy day.”

“Y… yes Yaz.” The Doctor mumbled shyly.

Yaz couldn’t help herself. “Everything alright?”

The Doctor looked like a deer in the headlights, so panicked and embarrassed even Yaz felt a little pity in her black heart.

“J… just some… things I’ll have to get used to.” she managed to blurt out after a moment of desperate fumbling.

“Well if you need any help, just come ask.” Yaz purred.

“I’m happy to teach you anything you need to know.”