In a lavishly appointed dungeon, Mistress Deity Bastet, adorned in her trademark white medical coat, stood before her willing toiletslave, Faith. Today was to be a day of exploration into the realm of medical fetishism.
"Now then, Faith," she purred, her hazel eyes glinting with anticipation. "I am your doctor today, and I have some new toys to try out on you." With a mischievous grin, she stepped forward and reached for the automatic penis pump resting nearby. "This should be interesting," she mused, activating the device with a subtle flick of her wrist.
The powerful machine sprang to life immediately, enveloping Faith's cock in a warm, pulsating embrace. A low moan escaped his lips as the device began to work its magic, slowly but surely pushing in and pulling out with relentless efficiency.
With one hand, Mistress Deity Bastet manipulated the controls, adjusting the speed and pressure to her satisfaction. In the other, she held a cruel-looking buttplug, its silicone curves glinting in the dim light. After a few minutes of pumping Faith's eager cock, she paused the device and stepped behind him.
"Now, then," she said, her voice now laced with a commanding tone. "It's time to try out this new anal toy of mine." With practiced ease, she lubed up the buttplug and pressed it against Faith's asshole, teasing him for a moment before pushing it inside. The plug was thick and unyielding, filling him up completely.
Once the plug was securely in place, Mistress Deity Bastet fastened a wide, heavy leather harness around Faith's hips. It held his legs in a wide, open position, leaving him completely vulnerable to her every whim.
"There we go, Faith," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now you're all set for the night. I'll be back to play with you soon."
An hour passed, and as Mistress Deity Bastet returned, she found Faith still in the exact same position, the thick buttplug straining against the confines of his ass. She paused to admire the sight before her, her breath hitching in anticipation.
"Well, well, well," she purred. "Look at you, all eager and waiting."
Without further ado, she pulled out a huge anal spreader bar from a cabinet nearby. It was nearly two feet long and incredibly solid, made of some unyielding black metal. She carefully positioned the device between Faith's legs, taking care to spread them as wide as possible.
Satisfied with her work, she stepped back once more to take in the sight of her helpless toyslave, vulnerable and exposed before her. With a wicked grin, she activated a control panel nearby, which powered up a series of intense vibrations coursing through the anal spreader bar.
The sensation was overwhelming for Faith, but he couldn't help the moans and whimpers that escaped his lips. He was hers, completely and utterly.
And so it went, with Mistress Deity Bastet alternating between pumping his cock and teasing his asshole with the spreader bar. Sometimes she would increase the intensity of the vibrations, other times she would add new toys to the mix, keeping Faith on edge with anticipation and desire.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Faith, Mistress Deity Bastet released him from his bonds. His ass ached from the relentless stretching, and his cock throbbed with unfulfilled need.
"Well, Faith," she said, her voice once again laced with amusement. "It's time for your 'treatment'. "
She motioned for him to lie down on the cold marble slab in the center of the room, his head hanging off the side. With one swift motion, she pulled out a long, thick dildo from a nearby cabinet and lubed it up thoroughly.
"I think it's time for you to take this," she purred, positioning the dildo at his mouth.
With a nod, he opened wide, allowing the thick cock to slide past his lips and into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the end, tasting the sweet syrupy fluid coating it. As he began to suck in earnest, Mistress Deity Bastet placed her hand gently on his cheek, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
"That's my good boy," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Now suck it hard."
Obeying without hesitation, Faith took the huge dildo as deep into his throat as he could manage. The sensation of having his face filled with cock was overwhelming, yet he couldn't help but revel in the power exchange before him.
As Mistress Deity Bastet watched, her hands move to grip his head firmly, holding him in place as she began to fuck his face with slow, powerful strokes. In tandem, she reached down and began to work his now fully erect cock, pumping him full of her hot, sticky cum.
Finally, spent and satisfied, she pulled the cock from his mouth and stepped back. Her gaze took in the sight of him, covered in her cum and sweat, lying panting on the cold marble slab.
With one last look of satisfaction, she turned and left him there, breathing heavily, his mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. He knew that he would do anything for her, that he would endure any torment she could dream up, all just to bask in her presence for a moment longer.
Mistress Deity Bastet was truly a deity amongst mortals, and Faith her most devoted slave.
