Non-binary Dom’s Clinical Petplay Ritual
Liora’s knees pressed into the chilled metal floor of the clinical playroom, the sterile scent of antiseptic cutting through the heavier musk of leather and anticipation. The overhead lights glared down like surgical lamps, exposing every inch of her skin and the faint scars from previous sessions that mapped her devotion to Soren. She wore nothing but the thick black collar with its engraved tag reading “Property,” a matching set of padded mitts, and the sleek silicone tail plug nestled deep inside her, its weight a constant reminder of her place. Soren stood above her in tailored black scrubs, their non-binary frame radiating quiet authority, eyes sharp behind wire-rimmed glasses.
“Heel, pet,” Soren commanded, voice low and even, the same tone they had used for three years now since Liora first confessed her craving for this precise surrender. Liora crawled forward without hesitation, the tail shifting with each deliberate movement, sending sparks up her spine. Her history with Soren ran deep through late-night negotiations and shared safewords tested in safer spaces, building to this high-protocol ritual that left no room for doubt.
Soren clipped the leash to her collar with a decisive snap. “Present for inspection.” Liora shifted onto her back, legs spread wide, arms tucked obediently at her sides, chest rising in shallow breaths. The cold table edge bit into her shoulder blades as Soren’s gloved hands traced her body, checking the fit of her collar, the tension in her nipples, and the slick evidence of arousal already gathering between her thighs. Consent hummed unspoken in every glance Liora offered upward, her safeword ready on her tongue if needed.
“Good girl. Stay silent unless I ask.” Soren’s fingers dipped lower, parting her folds with clinical precision before pressing two gloved digits inside her. Liora bit back a whimper, the stretch familiar yet electric after months of this exact dynamic. The silicone intrusion in her ass added pressure, making every curl of Soren’s fingers feel amplified against the thin wall between.
Soren withdrew their hand and wiped it on a sterile cloth. Their gloved fingers lingered at the small of Liora’s back, tracing the base of the tail for several long seconds while her breathing visibly deepened and hitched. Only then did they reach for the enema kit waiting on the tray. “Time for your maintenance, pet. On the table.”
Liora climbed up without a word, lowering her chest to the padded surface while keeping her hips elevated as the restraints clicked into place around her wrists and ankles. The leather cuffs secured her firmly, leaving her exposed under the bright lights. Soren worked methodically, the nozzle sliding in with cool lubricant, the slow flow of warm water filling her while they murmured praise about her obedience and how beautifully she took it after all this time.
Minutes stretched as the procedure continued, Liora’s breathing growing heavier, her mind drifting into the subspace only Soren could guide her toward. When the release came, Soren’s hands stayed steady on her hips, grounding her through the vulnerability. The tail returned afterward, thicker this time, its base flared to keep her filled while they moved on.
“Crawl to your bowl.” Soren unclipped the leash and pointed to the stainless steel dish on the floor near the padded mat. Liora obeyed, the flared base brushing her thighs with every shift. She lowered her face to the water, lapping carefully as Soren watched, their hand resting possessively on the small of her back. The act stripped away the last layers of her everyday self, leaving only raw need.
Soren retrieved the strap-on harness from the cabinet, the thick silicone cock already slicked and waiting. “Present your ass, pet.” Liora positioned herself at the table’s edge, chest lowered to the padded surface and hips raised, knees pressing into the cool metal rim. Soren gripped the tail aside with one hand while guiding the strap-on forward, the first thrust stretching her around the base until both filled her completely. Each snap of Soren’s hips produced an audible wet click as the flared base was nudged deeper, the cool metal table edge biting into Liora’s knees with every forceful pull back onto the length.
Moans escaped despite the protocol, raw and desperate, until Soren reached beneath her to stroke her clit in tight circles. “Come when I say, pet—show me how empty you are without my cock.” The command hit like a lash, and Liora shattered around them, thighs shaking, the clinical room echoing with her cries. Soren followed moments later, grinding deep before easing out with careful hands.
Aftercare unfolded in quiet efficiency. Soren removed the restraints, the plug, and the mitts, then wrapped Liora in a warm blanket on the recovery cot. They brought water to her lips, wiped her clean with soft cloths, and held her close, fingers tracing idle patterns on her arm. “You did beautifully tonight. I’m proud of you.” Liora leaned into the embrace, the steady beat of Soren’s heart anchoring her back to the present, the shared history between them settling like a familiar, cherished weight.