I flinched as I felt the tiny prickles along the sensitive skin of my inner arm.

I ripped my eyes away from the mirror and watched carefully as the Doctor made his slow way along my arm.

I sucked my breath in as the wheel roamed towards my breasts. As the Doctor moved the wheel over first one breast and then the other I cried out. Partially in shock, partially in pain at the sharp pokes my tender breast was receiving from the wheel, I cried out once...twice...

And the torture continued. Although this was an entirely new sensation for me, and not one that I would consider all together pleasant, as the Doctor continued to explore my breasts with the little spinning wheel, my cries turned to moans and my moans to wanton whimpers.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed what he was doing to me.