Mistress Honey Punch

He stood completely covered in latex in Dr. Honey Punch’s rubber clinic. Behind him, a door opened—two firm steps approached, then his eyes were covered. Shortly afterward, he was lying on the examination chair and could clearly observe everything happening in the mirror mounted on the ceiling above him. Despite the thick, oily layer on his skin, he noticed the cool metal of the stethoscope.

It was a routine examination, yet there was a certain tension in the air—an elusive play between closeness and distance, between glances that lingered a moment longer and touches that remained professional but stirred something within him. Dr. Honey Punch did not miss his visible nervousness. “Relax,” the experienced doctor said with a subtle smile as she began to check various vital signs with practiced hands. Her fingertips rested a moment longer on his intimate zone while measuring his pulse.

He noticed his breathing becoming faster. Not from fear, but because of the unusual, electric kind of tension that had built up during the examination—barely noticeable, yet clearly present. Or was it due to the electrical stimulation the doctor used as part of the diagnostics, gradually increasing its intensity? The electric charge of the plug was driving him mad.
The roles were clearly defined, and yet he felt less like an ordinary patient and more like someone on whom special methods were being tested…

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