Welcome to another episode of Bedtime stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s tory is titled “The Power is back to the Doctor” Dear Sir, In shadows deep, where raw desire takes flight, My soul expands, craving your dominant light. Before your strength, my very being ignites, In your firm hand, my passion ascends to wild heights.

Your voice, a command, both velvet and steel, A lesson of ecstasy, a truth I ache to feel. I offer my will, my heart's fervent plea, To find my release, in losing all of me.

With every word, a deeper enthrallment takes hold, In this surrender, my deepest self unfolds. Bound by devotion, and an unspoken fire, I am yours to command, to break, and lift me higher.

I am in bliss because of list night, Thank you, Sir…

The clean scent of antiseptic filled the small office, a smell intertwined with a heavy sense of anticipation. You, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir, gazed at me, possessive. An untamed power radiated from you, a controlled fire that made my skin tingle with a desire to submit, to obey.

"Tell me where it hurts, Salty Vixen," you said, your voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrated through me. Your words sent shivers down my spine, a delicious shiver that spoke of control and surrender. My hands twisted in my lap, the fabric of my skirt suddenly too confining, a barrier against the heat that pulsed between us.

"Everywhere," I confessed, the word heavy with truth and anticipation, with a longing that went beyond the physical.

You leaned forward, your expression hardening with a dark, thrilling resolve. "Show me." It wasn't a request, but a command. I hesitated for a breath, then slowly, deliberately, indicated the tension in my shoulder—an excuse, a starting point for the deeper surrender I craved.

You rose, circling behind me with a fluid grace that spoke of predatory intent. My pulse quickened, every nerve ending on high alert. Your hands were warm, strong, demanding, promising not just pleasure and pain, but a complete loss of control.

"Does this hurt?" you murmured, your breath a warm caress on my ear.

"Yes, Sir." The pain was sharp, insistent, arousing. It was a fire that only you could ignite, a fire I wanted to burn in.

"Good." The word turned me on. "Breathe through it, Salty Vixen. Find your release in me."

Your touch stripped away my defenses, leaving me exposed, raw, yet paradoxically secure in your dominance. Tonight, I was yours to command, yours to break and remake.

"There's more to healing than the physical," you said, your voice a low growl, thick with promise. "Tonight, your hunger for submission will be fed. Tonight, you'll learn the true meaning of release."

I flinched, recognizing the raw truth in your words, the echo of my own desires.

You didn't answer directly, but your eyes held me captive. "You crave structure, Salty Vixen. You crave the edge of control, the exquisite surrender of your will. You crave me."

My heart acknowledged your words, beat a frantic rhythm of longing and submission. You saw the depths of my desire, my desperate need to be possessed.

"It's not a weakness," you said, your voice firm, possessive. "Tonight, I will direct you. I will control you. I will push you to your limits. If you yield completely. If you trust me without question."

Trust you? The thought was both terrifying and intoxicating, a dizzying blend of fear and desire. You were my doctor, my alpha, my Dom, Sir. Tonight, your power would be unleashed, and I would be its vessel.

"I don't know if I can," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperate longing, my body already screaming its assent.

You reached out, your strong hand tracing the line of my jaw, tilting my face up to meet your intense gaze. "Tonight, there is only will and shall."

Slowly, I met your gaze, drawn into the dark vortex of your eyes. They burned with a promise of exquisite control, of a surrender so complete it was almost frightening.

"Trust me," you said, your voice softer now, yet laced with an undeniable authority that brooked no argument. "Let me guide you to your release. Let me show you the depths of your submission. Let me claim you, body and soul."

And in that moment, something deep within me shifted, a final surrender. Hope, submission, and a dark, thrilling liberation unfurled within me. Tonight, I was yours.