The Adventures of Dr. Milroy: Part 1



I had been working in the emergency department at Grace hospital for about a year. Emergency medicine had been one of my interests in medical school, so I picked up a shift here and there. One night I met John, who was working as my scribe. For those who don’t know what a scribe is, it’s someone who types notes in the medical chart for doctors who can then actually focus on treating patients. John was young, had brown hair, was about 5’ 8”, and on the skinnier side. He was soft-spoken, but friendly overall.

Myself, being overly friendly to everyone, joked around with John and we seemed to develop a decent relationship after working together a few times. I had mentioned having tickets to a baseball game, and he had commented on how he really would like to go. I decided to invite him along, and he graciously accepted my invitation. We made plans, and I offered to pick him up for the game on Friday night.

I picked him up at about 6:30 on Friday. He was wearing jeans, grey Nike’s, and a baseball shirt. He lived with his parents since he was still in college, as he explained to me. I was in my early 30s and not too far out of medical school and residency, so I understood what he was coming from. He hopped into my Range Rover, and we headed down to the game.

At the game, we ordered some beer. I had learned that he just turned 21, and was a pre-med student. He said that he was interested in emergency medicine, and I told him that I could help him move towards that field. We had a good time talking to each other that we didn’t event notice that our home team had ended up losing the game. Afterwards, we ended up going out to a bar and continued drinking.

At the bar, which was near the stadium, I learned more about John. With the alcohol flowing, he became really outspoken and started telling me a lot of information about himself. He told me that he had a girlfriend, but he actually had some gay tendencies that he really wanted to act upon. He also started going on about him wanting to be dominated, and how he was really into bondage and wanted to be experience what that was like. I was really surprised he was telling me all of this, but I was interested in why he was telling me this as well.

“Well,” I told him, “I’m into that stuff too. Except I’m the one who does the dominating.”

The look of excitement came across his face. He looked up at me, “So, you want to try it out?” he asked, sheepishly.

“Well, we could. But you have to understand that you, as my submissive, would have to do everything I tell you. You would become my slave, essentially, and I would own you. Well, at least until our game time was over.”

John blushed. “I would do anything you tell me to do, and I mean anything. I would love to be your slave.”

“What do you have going on tomorrow in the afternoon?” I asked him.

“I have class until 2, then I’m free the whole night,” he said.

“Well, if you are truly interested,” I said, while sending my address to him by text message, “you will come to my house at 5:00 tomorrow night, and we will have an initial game of 2 hours. You will be released at 7:00. Does that sound okay?”

“It sounds amazing,” he told me.

“Let’s keep this between us, okay?” I told him. “We don’t need our bosses to find out, and we definitely don’t want your girlfriend to find out. It needs to be our little secret.”

“Absolutely,” he said.

We left the bar and I drove him back to my parent’s house. As he left, he smiled at me. “I had a great time tonight, and I hope we both have a great time tomorrow.” I smiled as he exited the car and walked up to his house. Being bisexual and single, I love when these opportunities arise. I drove home, thinking about John and if he would actually show up fulfill his commitment.

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The next afternoon, I eagerly awaited 5:00 to arrive, half wondering if was going to show up like he said he would now that he’s sober. I made sure my house was clean, and got all of my equipment out and ready for use. I lived on a quiet dirt road in a nice sized house. I had 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, a large basement, and a backyard secluded from the view with an in-ground pool and hot tub.

I heard a car door slam. Looking up at the clock, it was 4:50. I looked out the front window and saw John walking up to the door. He was wearing a blue Nike hoodie, black athletic pants, and the same grey Nike shoes he wore the night before. As he reached the door, I heard the doorbell ring. Excited, I sprung up and headed for the door.

I opened the door, and John was there with a big smile on his face. “Hi Dr. Milroy,” he gushed.

“Enter,” I told him. I moved back to give him room, and he entered and closed the door behind him. “Shoes.” He looked at me, looked down at his shoes, and looked back at me again. “Take them off,” I told him. The lightbulb went off in his head, then he used his feet to kick off his Nike’s, exposing his royal blue socks. “Anytime you come over, the first thing you are to do is take your shoes off. Slaves are not allowed to wear shoes, do you understand?”

“Yes,” he told me, smiling.

“Turn around and drop down to your knees, slave.” He did as he was told, and I grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of my jeans. “Hands behind you.” He brought his hands behind his back, and I applied the cuffs to his wrists. “How does that feel, my slave?”

“It feels amazing, sir,” he confessed. I pulled him to his feet and started leading him to the kitchen.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of here before 7:00 just because you came early,” I told John.

“Never, “ he said. “I came early because I was excited, you can keep me later if you want.”

“We’ll see,” I told him. “and call me master.”

“Yes, master.” I smiled, excited this was actually happening, and even more excited for the fun we we’re going to have that night.

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