Eli struggled against the cuffs that had him bound to the wall but soon gave up. It wouldn’t do him any good if Alicia came home to find him out of the restraints anyway.
Ryley Blythe picked up a magazine from the mahogany waiting room coffee table. Sitting back, she crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt. Flipping through it, she absentmindedly hummed to herself. Waiting was always difficult for her, she preferred instant results. Finally, three articles and much foot bouncing later, the nurse called her name. Ryley tossed the magazine back onto the coffee table and followed the nurse into another room.
Ryley leaned in toward the mirror and carefully applied her winged eyeliner. After making sure both sides matched, she straightened up and assessed herself in the mirror: perfect. Her dramatic eye makeup and dark red lipstick complimented each other well.
"Fuck! You guys are going too hard on me," Alicia joked as she set the controller in her lap. "That's the third time you two have slaughtered me."
Ryley’s list included just five items. He expected more but was relieved to find that she wasn’t asking for too much. That would make obtaining her desires much easier. Dr. Connor loaded his online shopping cart with two boxes of protective face masks, four bottles of surgical lube, a box of medical tape, a couple of metal syringes, and a speculum. Before he could overthink it, he checked out and closed out of his browser. Ryley’s supplies would come in the day before he was expected back in her playroom.