Dr. AP

I have a Submissive, who I will call “Dr. AP”. We first met online, because he was searching for a local Domme he could talk to about his perversions. We chatted for many weeks before he finally admitted to me that he was extremely close to my location. We chatted for several more weeks before he admitted his profession. Once he did, it was pretty easy to figure out his exact identity. He wasn’t trying to hide it from me at this point, he knew admitting he was a family physician would narrow the list of possibilities in this small town.
We talked about the options for meeting and having a real time one-on-one session. Obviously, he doesn’t need any hassle with hotel rooms or people in the community seeing him with a woman other than his wife. It was equally dangerous for him to pay me a “house visit” because of his well-known status. It suddenly became clear that we would hide in plain sight.
I made an appointment with his office for the following week. I was specific that I wanted to see him because it’s a joint practice. I claimed no insurance, and paid cash at the desk. I want to keep everything off the books and under the radar with the number of visits I will likely have to keep up here. Dr AP knew I was coming of course. I wonder how he felt that entire day leading up to my appointment time. I wonder if he considered calling it off. It is still risky after all.
When he walked into the room, I was sitting up on the exam table. I was fully clothed of course but I had on a button down shirt and I’d taken down 4 of the buttons, exposing a killer purple lace bra. His face got very red; he shut the door and almost paused for a moment before turning to look me right in the eye. He laid down his little clipboard and dropped to his knees on the floor. I offered him my foot first; he slid off my high heel shoe and pressed the bottom of my foot to his face for a moment before he took in a long deep breath. He slid my shoe back on and rose up so that his face was level with my chest.
Dr AP pressed his face into my cleavage and I put my hands behind his head. I held him there for what seemed to be many minutes but probably was only 2 or 3. Every time I’d hear someone walking down the hall I could just imagine what would happen if they opened this exam room door. The thrill of it made the whole thing that much hotter. I could feel his erection against my leg that was hanging off of the table. He was not allowed to expose himself on this visit at all. There were few words spoken at all. The time we spent in the room alone was like time stood still, but we knew it would end very shortly of course. I allowed him this time between my tits with his face and then a few moments to compose himself before walking back out into the hallway.
Before he turned to walk away, he gave me a very sweet kiss on the cheek and handed me my ‘welcome package’ for being a new ‘patient’, which was a roll of $100 bills. I tucked it in my cleavage and went on my way.
This has developed into a twice-monthly visit. He’s officially treating me for back pain, but every visit is cash, and we are taking a ‘natural’ approach to therapy (in other words, he lifts up my breasts with his hands to relieve the pain of holding them up myself). I wonder sometimes if his staff has any clue about the man they work for, the boob worshipping sex addict who begs me to come more often than I do. I’ve actually considered having him meet me in another city one day at a hotel so we can extend our visit. He’s a good worship Sub, I can only imagine having him for a few hours rather than a few minutes. In any case, those rolls of Benjamin’s SURE do look pretty between my tits!