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there,
happy and filled for the first time in memory.
    When I finally come fully to my senses, the mystery man is
gone, and the Doctor is gently stroking my cheek. My whole body is achingly
sensitive. I can’t talk yet, can’t fully feel my face. The Doctor walks around
and tenderly wipes me down before he frees one ankle, bending my leg under me
and back, getting the circulation going for me before placing my foot on the
ground. Gently he does the same with the other leg, and lowers my harness
before freeing my hands. I can’t stand yet, and I simply collapse into the
harness, where he catches me, softly.
    He fondles my breasts, and I don’t care that it hurts, even
in this debilitated state. I want his hands on me. But it only lasts a moment
before he helps me up and out of my harness, and then he’s walking me over to
the chair, where my clothes are in disarray. He’s silent as he helps me dress,
gentle and considerate, anticipating my movements without asking me to speak.
Which is just as well, since I think it will be a while before I can.
    Finally I’m clothed, presentable, no outward sign of what
just happened. He touches his fingers to my chin, and my cheek, and he brushes
a tendril of hair behind my ear.
    “A productive session, Claire?” He asks softly.
    I nod. It’s all I can do. But suddenly the thought is quite
clear in my mind: I think I am his.
    The thought stuns me. And I don’t know what to do with it. I
realize I don’t know anything about him, or his life, or whether this is the
treatment that everyone gets. It nearly pains me as he walks away, back to his
desk, and I have to restrain myself from ripping off my clothes again, the
fabric coarse and unnatural against my skin now, from throwing my naked body on
his.
    This is insane. I’m trapped in my own little insanity now,
because of him. I don’t know what to do, and I’m debating what to say, how to
say it, when he walks back to me. He puts a hand under my chin, and lifts my
face to his, his blue eyes shining as always. I don’t know what I expect to
happen, but it isn’t this.
    “Our next appointment.” He says, and flourishes another
black card by my cheek. And then he grins. “I think it will surprise you.”
     
    THE END
    ...sort of
     
     
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    You can find the rest of Claire’s adventures with the Doctor
here:
     
    Doctor’s
Orders: The Complete Series
     
    EXCERPT
     
    I want to speak – I want him to speak to me –
but the game has already started. We have our respective roles. I tug at the
hem of my dress, marveling again at the deep, dark red against my very white
thighs, and wait for him. I’ve never been good at sitting still and waiting. I
can’t help but look around, curious. I’m drinking in the surprisingly
understated interior, the leather seats, the full bar, when suddenly I see that
the divider is down and there’s a flash of smiling eyes in the rearview mirror.
It’s the driver, getting an eyeful.
    “Give me your leg.” The Doctor finally says.
    I hesitate for just a moment, knowing I’m visible to the
driver, but I push forward. It’s about trust, I learned the last time. I trust
the Doctor, so I shift in my seat, spread my legs slightly, and hook my left
leg over his right. He puts his warm hand on my exposed leg. Casually he traces
the curves and hollows of my knee with his thumb, and my skin starts to come
alive in his wake.
    “What is the thing that you feel most often,