Dottore’s most obedient patient

On stream, you covered your eyes as much as you could, either with clever angles or a mask, eyes burning into the camera but your nose shape and cheeks obscured but swirling shapes.

Your channel was small, despite your tasteful approach to the profession. At the time, you must have just been starting out, perhaps all of six months in. You were empathetic and coy, careful to walk the illusion of potentially obtainable but never truly relatable.

But it was the camera angles that did it for him. You set yourself up with shots from above, below, every side imaginable depending on the position. You were completely ready to be studied, documented, not just for your cunt but for human sexuality.

The close-ups were his weak point. Watching your fingers spread your lips, slide into your entrance, toys of various sizes prodding and filling you. You looked tight, impossible to see into unless you’d already orgasmed and your walls were a tad stretched.

He came three times that first night, feeling every bit the perverted old man. The Segments never let him forget it.

Zandik liked that you never had another partner with you. Either because you didn’t want the backlash and the illusion broken or because you simply didn’t want to, it wasn’t quite clear.

But you paid attention to your regulars.

Especially the regulars that paid for bonus time to watch you orgasm again and again, breasts bouncing or ass up in the air as you slid yourself along a dildo that made jealousy grow in the pit of his stomach.

He joined the foray simply to see your reaction, the amount of mora far higher than the paltry sums others were offering, and your smile made his cock throb. No wonder Pantalone enjoyed his brothels so much.

“Oh? You’re quite generous, EccentricDoctor,” you said, so sultry that La Signora must have trained you herself. “I’ll have to give you a private session in return.”

Transactional. Give and take. No emotions, no personal attachments.

He had your attention.

And he kept it. Slightly outbidding the others for your attention trained you to look for his username and bring him into the fold. You listened when he put suggestions in the chat as fast as his arthritic fingers would let him. So few were as eloquent as he, and that did something for you, clearly.

His first personal stream, which took forever to schedule due to his own obligations, was surprisingly intimate. You had put cameras above your bed, on all four posters, and right at the foot, centered on your juicy core.

“I’ve never done a private stream before,” you admitted. “But you were so generous that I wanted to give you something special. I looked at all of the camera activity and tried to get the angles you like the most. Did I miss anything?”

You had offered the option for a voice chat but Zandik declined. Not yet. His age was hardly disguised in his voice and he didn’t want to put you off. After all, he’d only just begun this little experiment.

“Everything appears perfect,” he typed. “You look quite eager.”

You laughed, your nerves unmistakeable. “I’ve been thinking about this all week. The best way to entertain you, the best toys to use. Gave me something to keep busy during the boring parts of my day.”

Anyone else would ask something akin to, “Did you think about me when you touched yourself?” but Zandik wasn’t about to lower himself. You both knew why he was there. It was clear you gave him every thought in your free time already.

You’d been studying him as much as he’d been observing you. It was flattering, really, to see someone using simple data to put together his preferences without much interaction. He loved slow strokes, watching your lips glide as you ground the dildo against your entrance. You teased your breasts with your fingertips, pinched your nipples just hard enough to mimic a bite, laid on your back and raised your legs high.

He gritted his teeth when you pulled out restraints and tied your legs so they stayed bent, preventing you from giving in when you grew tired.

You were soaked when you finally pushed the toy inside you with a whimper. One stroke and your pussy swallowed as much as it could, plugging you up. You reached down, rocking your hips in time with the thrusts, the camera perfectly capturing a close-up that caught every detail.

“This dildo is special,” you moaned. “Let me know when you’re close. I was too excited for this, it won’t take me…long…”

He managed to send another tip, triggering an announcement on your end, just as you began to tremble. A throaty moan escaped you while you rode out the orgasm, white substance dripping from your entrance around the toy.

He came all over his hand, spend shooting before leaking down his tip and shaft. Too much of it. Zandik had held off on anything more than a tease during your previous streams, saving his cum just for this. Pathetic and juvenile, perhaps, but…

“How was that, Doctor?” You panted. “Did you cum as hard as I did?”

“Perhaps a bit too hard,” he typed. “Very messy.”

“Mmm, if only I could clean you up.”

You took the dildo, covered in your juices and the special lubricant, and slid your mouth across the tip. You sucked and then went further, tongue peeking out, licking.

“A little sweet, if you’re curious. Zaytun peaches are my favorite.”

Zandik chuckled, cock twitching in his hand. You were good, he gave you that. For a medium that made it so difficult to recreate an interaction, you were quite adept. Would it flatter you to know his age? Or would you feel invaded?

“You have given me some inspiration for a new project. A present,” Zandik typed. “It’ll take some time. But I think you’ll quite enjoy it.”

“The best present would be your cock, I think, Doctor. Toys don’t quite do it.”

“Careful what you wish for, my dear. This will have to suffice for now.”

He designed the rocker on a gliding base to ensure movement was smooth. The entire idea was merely to shift your weight and mimic a partner meeting you.

The second part of this surprise took far longer than he wanted it to and required several attempts. A cock ring helped but was too painful for the length of time the plaster required. He’d used such medication before but this time he hardly had any actual relief that felt worthwhile.

The dildo was a perfect one-to-one copy of his own cock with additional functionality that shot a similar lubricant upon a release mechanism. The material itself was able to register stimuli to a partner device, and while it wouldn’t be a perfect model of your pussy, the exterior and entrance were as close as he could get. You didn’t need to know, though. Not yet.

Not quite what you asked for but he doubted you would want him when he could no longer perform as well as you’d prefer.

You had a voracious appetite and while he was eager, you were leagues ahead of him. After all, you were young, not even in your third decade.

He obtained your shipping address after an email exchange, stipulated you had to use it first on stream, and paid through the nose for express carrier service. There could be no risk that this was lost or took too long.

You emailed him only a simple message that it came and then put out a blast announcement about a last-minute surprise stream. That eager, were you?

His heart jumped and cock twitched at the barely-controlled excitement on your face. You hadn’t opened the box yet at all, dressed in blood red lace that looked as if it had been tailor-made for you. Part of him wondered if someone else had been as generous, doting on you as he did. Not that you would necessarily disclose it, of course, if someone had asked you not to.

Zandik, however, wanted every single fellow viewer to know who made you something that couldn’t be bought.

“I got this set especially for you, my Doctor,” you crooned. “I needed something to commemorate the occasion. As you can see, I haven’t opened it yet.”

He received several notifications from people tagging him in the chat. The only thing he typed was that the color suited you.

The unboxing was rather uneventful save a few coy looks to the camera mixed with genuine surprise when you unwrapped the rocker entirely and placed it center-stage in your performance space. You played with the movement, watching the icy blue dildo move as you rocked the seat, head craning to examine mechanisms.

“Oh, and even a little mount for a camera on both ends,” your excitement bled through anything else you were feeling. “I think that’s closer than we’ve been able to get before…”

Your hand ran over the thick veins of the dildo, looking straight at the camera. “Is this you cock? You made a mold of your cock just for me?”

Zandik confirmed as much in the chat. He already had the partner piece in his lap, cock still soft, feeling every tease of your fingers.

“Careful, we might make some viewers jealous, Doctor. I’m going to hook a feed up and play with my new toy.”

Yes, play all you wanted. This was as close to having you as he’d ever get and he wanted to savor your vivaciousness, your drive.

Zandik swallowed hard when he saw the new feeds pop up and watched you guide the dildo over your pussy lips, the tip of the dildo catching on your clit. You were already swollen, the mic picking up every squelch of your juices. He felt heat against his cock as you glided along, the device picking up every motion.

“Mmm, I’d still have preferred the real thing but this will do. I’ll savor every inch, Doctor.”

He switched cameras to watch as you eased yourself forward on the seat and then leaned down to guide the dildo to your entrance, sinking down slowly to take as much of the length as you could. His mouth opened in a silent moan as the pocket pussy squeezed his half-hard cock, mimicking your walls as best it could, warming modules kicking in.

You rocked slowly, your entrance dragging along the dildo, a perfect fit for your cunt. At first, your movements were shallow, barely moving as the tip bumped your cervix, or so it felt. As you adjusted to the size, you grew bolder, longer strokes as you rocked back and forth, as if he was right there beneath you.

Your moans were obscene, genuine as they were in the private stream. What were you thinking about, Zandik wondered. Was it the idea of him inside you, thrusting into you? Your walls quivered and the device responded, picking up on the cues and your pace increased, driving the dildo deeper to stroke that soft spot deep inside—

Zandik let out a choking gasp and gripped the arms of the chair as you shuddered on camera, your slick creamy as you came, his own spend shooting into the sleeve around his cock.

“How was…that…hmm?” You panted. “I think I want more, guys. Should I keep going?”

No, no, no, he couldn’t take—

The chat egged you on and you continued, ripping out three more orgasms that knocked the wind out of him.

“Doctor, you’re awfully quiet,” you teased. “Where are you? Did I do it justice?”

Zandik could barely type, his vision hazy.

“Perfect,” he managed. “Next time, you’ll have the real thing.”

Your smile made his cock twitch.