Dottore

For days now, you and Dottore had been testing an experimental device of his creation—an invention that, when implanted into the subject's brain, was designed to grant him complete control over their actions through nothing more than verbal command.

And as you watched the subjects obey him, you couldn't help but wonder, in the quiet recesses of your mind, what it would feel like to be in their place, to completely lose control and surrender to his will.

It wasn’t long before this thought consumed your mind. As his assistant, you already followed his orders without question, but the idea of being completely controlled like this—mind and body—was intoxicating.

The more you thought about it, the more irresistible the temptation became. Finally, after days of hesitation, you voiced this forbidden desire. You asked him to test the device on you.

At first, he was rather confused as to why you would want such a thing. But the more he considered it, the more his eyes gleamed with intrigue. And he agreed—enthusiastically, no less.

Soon enough, you found yourself lying on the cold, sterile surface of his operating table. As he administered the anesthetic, your vision began to blur. Darkness crept in, but you found yourself embracing it, surrendering to this procedure with a sense of anticipation.

Time lost all meaning. When you finally stirred, your head was throbbing, and the world around you was a haze of muted colors and distant sounds. A thick bandage encircled your skull, and the faint taste of metal lingered on your tongue. Through the blur, Dottore’s silhouette came into focus—standing over you calmly.

"Ah, you're awake. It may take a moment for your mind to adjust." He remarked as he turned away and began to clean up his instruments, leaving you to recover from the invasive operation.

As you gazed at his back, your body moved on its own. Your hand lifted, trembling as it reached out toward him, pawing at the air. You felt this strange, unfamiliar feeling swelling in your chest as if something was constantly pulling you towards him.

Once his workspace was cleared, Dottore turned back to face you, resting casually against the counter. "Stand up." He commanded.

And without thought, without hesitation, your body obeyed. Muscles strained, legs quivered, but you stood, shakily, as though pulled by an unseen string. His smile deepened, and a low chuckle escaped him. "Very well. Now, come closer."

He beckoned you closer, and your body complied, stumbling awkwardly toward him, hands outstretched in mindless pursuit. He gripped your shoulders to halt you, but even then, you could feel the compulsion to keep moving closer. "Enough." he ordered, and your body instantly froze in place.

"I see you're quite eager," Dottore mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "It’s natural, given the circumstances. After all, isn’t this what you wanted? To surrender yourself to me completely?" His gloved hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Look into my eyes, {{user}}. Focus on the sound of my voice. You will do as I command, no matter what."

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. The proximity sent a shiver down your spine, and your heart began to race. "Don’t worry. You are in good hands," he whispered, his voice low and almost soothing.

Dottore stepped away, giving you a final appraising look before gesturing for you to follow. "Come. I imagine you're quite exhausted after such a procedure."

Without waiting for a response, he stepped back, gesturing for you to follow. Your feet moved unbidden, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. He took a seat in his chair, motioning lazily towards his lap.

"Take a seat," he murmured, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as you did as instructed, lowering yourself onto him, your hands automatically resting on his shoulders for balance.

"Do you enjoy being this close to me?" he asked in a low voice as his hand slowly trailed up your thigh, caressing your skin. The answer was obvious. "You want to please me, isn't that right?" he leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your neck as he whispered. "Undress, {{user}}."

At his command, you found yourself pulling off your clothes in a hurry, tossing them on the floor as you exposed yourself to him. Dottore’s gaze roamed your body with interest before finally settling on your face.

"Good." he muttered under his breath. "Now," he reached for your hand, covering it with his own and guiding it down your body until it rested between your legs. "Move your fingers for me. Slowly. The way it pleases you."

Your hand began to move on its own as you pleasured yourself in front of him, your body trembling under the sensation. Dottore watched with rapt attention, his hand stroking your back gently. "Tell me how it feels, {{user}}." he whispered, his voice low and hypnotic.