But because of the rules of one of the PPOs that our clinic joined, and also because of the amount of government funding that our small rural clinic r...eceived, I couldn't exclude male patients from initial consults without excluding all new patients. That's because I'm a General Practitioner and that means I'm subject to some politically correct bullshit rules about non-discrimination.The non-discrimination rules are meant mainly to protect female patients, but when a man requested me as his. He groaned, “My Lord, I'm so sorry. I was just following orders. I didn't understand.”What sort of orders did Aurora give them? Irritation flared through me. I didn't have time to deal with them. I had to spank her. I couldn't stop myself. “NSA agents, just go wait by the doors!” I snapped. “I'll deal with you after I've disciplined my naughty sex slave.”“Yes, my Lord,” all three said almost simultaneously.“Master,” Paris moaned, the rich bitch kneeling by Aurora. “Please, please, I need you to. Back in high school I was friends with many people, including a guy called Jesper. We used to hang out a lot and people always thought that he was gay. After high school he came out of the closet and despite him not being the hottest guy, he was always the main guy in my fantasies. Thinking back to it a lot of things started making sense. When we used to have PE and had to change clothes you could always see his eyes stare to everyone's dicks. I remember every time I had to bend over to untie. I should have listened when he crooned, ‘I really like you but I can’t be friends – not with these hands of mine.’ When his energy was around me I was totally intoxicated – could not look or pull away, even with the stakes that high. Sometimes I listen to songs I know he is hearing on his way to work or while running to the grocery store on a Sunday afternoon. Country songs, pop songs – silly or romantic or so sad they make you ache. I like to imagine how he looks singing them and if he ever.