The Pharmacist Who Made Me Kneel That Afternoon

Adrián was coming back from Lorena’s place, his body still trembling. What had happened there was unlike anything he had ever experienced before: hard sex, yes, but also something darker, something he didn’t know how to name and that had left him both sated and sore. He walked slowly from the bus stop, aware of every step.

The people who passed him barely looked at him for a second, indifferent. No one could guess what was written in the way he walked, in that strange stiffness of someone trying to make every movement hurt as little as possible. And yet he felt as if they all knew.

Turning the corner, he saw the green light of the pharmacy, the closest one to his building. He stopped for a moment. He was burning inside, a constant ache that wouldn’t go away, and he thought maybe they could give him something there. Lorena had put herself into it with an enormous dildo, and he could still feel the consequences with every breath.

He waited for the only customer to leave before pushing the door open. Inside, the shop was empty and smelled of disinfectant and paper. Behind the counter was Carmen, the pharmacist who had been serving him for a month, since he moved into the neighborhood.

She looked up and recognized him at once. She had seen him a couple of times: a polite boy, shy but straightforward, one of those who thank you twice. But seeing him come in like that, hunched over, tense, made her frown.

“Hi, Carmen,” he said, almost voicelessly.

“Hi, Adrián.” She studied him a moment longer. “Are you all right?”

“Well… not really.”

“What happened to you?” She rested her hands on the counter and waited.

“I’m pretty embarrassed to say it,” he muttered. “But it hurts a lot.”

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t know whether I can help you or not,” she replied calmly, professionally.

Adrián swallowed. His cheeks were on fire.

“A few hours ago I was with a girl. She wanted to do it… in an intense way. And I liked it, but…”

“But what?” Carmen tilted her head.

“She pulled out a harness. With a dildo. And, well…” The sentence died on his lips, burning with shame.

“I see. She penetrated you and left your anus irritated.” She said it without a shred of arousal, like someone describing a muscle spasm. “Did you go to the ER?”

“I was embarrassed.”

“Yeah. What a situation, and who knows what face the on-call doctor would have made.” She offered a half smile. “Come on back. I’ll take a look.”

“Here?”

“I’m alone on shift and nobody comes in without the bell ringing. Come on.”

Adrián followed her to the back room. There was a narrow little space with a folding examination table and, beyond that, the stockroom with its shelves of boxes. She washed her hands and pulled on latex gloves with a dry snap.

“Take your pants off,” she said.

He obeyed awkwardly and stood there exposed, not knowing what to do with his hands.

“Get on all fours, rest your elbows and forehead on the table, and spread your legs.” Her tone had changed. It was no longer a suggestion. “Relax your asshole. And your thighs. You’re no use to me tense.”

Adrián felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. He positioned himself as she instructed, face buried in the fabric of the table. He heard her open a jar, felt a cold, slippery gel, and then the touch of a gloved finger carefully probing.

“You have a fissure,” Carmen said, leaning over him. “Small, but you do. I’m going to check there isn’t anything worse.”

“Okay,” he murmured.

“How big was it?” she asked while pressing gently. “The dildo, I mean.”

“Big. Very big.” His voice came out broken, half pain and half something else.

“It’s left you wide open.” She paused. “The one who did that to you is either a savage or knows exactly what she’s doing.”

She added fingers, slowly, attentive to his reactions. And then something happened neither of them expected: Adrián moaned. Not from pain. A low sound, muffled against the table, that escaped him before he could hold it back.

“Well, well,” Carmen said, and her voice had a different edge now. “Looks like you like this more than you admit. You’re hard.”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Every movement of that hand ran down his spine like a current. She noticed, of course she noticed, and something lit inside her too, an unexpected, forbidden arousal that rose through her belly and dried her throat.

“Don’t stop,” Adrián panted. “Please, don’t stop.”

“And what do I get out of it?” Carmen asked, sounding sincerely curious.

“Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Whatever?”

“Yes… Mistress.” The word slipped out on its own, and as soon as he said it he knew there was no turning back.

Carmen went very still for a second. Then she quickened, now sure of what she had in her hands, and Adrián began to tremble from head to toe until he came with a long groan, spilling himself without her having touched his cock once.

***

The silence that followed was thick. Carmen took off her gloves, tossed them in the bin, and stood looking at him, still on all fours, panting.

“So that was it,” she said at last, folding her arms. “Get up.”

Adrián slowly straightened up, red to the ears, trying to cover himself. She shook her head.

“Don’t bother. I’ve already seen everything.” She ran her eyes over him from head to toe, making him shrink. “You got me turned on, you know? And now it turns out I’m horny, and in front of me I’ve only got a submissive who drools whenever someone puts a hand on him.”

“I don’t…”

“Quiet.” The order cut him off sharply. “Don’t deny it to me. You called me Mistress without anyone teaching you to. That doesn’t come out of nowhere. You’ve had it in you for a long time, haven’t you? You kept it very quiet.”

Adrián lowered his gaze. It was true. He had hidden it for years, even from himself, and that woman had stripped him bare in five minutes.

“Tell me what you like,” she demanded, stepping closer. “And don’t lie to me.”

“Serving,” he replied in a low voice. “Licking feet. Obeying. Humiliation… being spoken to the way you’re speaking to me.”

Carmen looked at him for a long moment. Then she sat on the stool and, without taking her eyes off him, took off her shoes and then her stockings, slowly, leaving her bare feet on the cold floor. The gesture was a test, and Adrián passed it instantly: his cock hardened just from seeing them.

“Incredible,” she murmured. “You get like this just from that.” She stretched out one foot and rested it on his chest. “Lie down. On the floor. On your back.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He lay down on the tiles without hesitation.

Carmen undressed without hurry, folding her robe over the stool, and climbed on top of him. She rode him with a determination that surprised even her, setting the pace, sinking down and rising up at a steady speed while he remained still, obedient, offered up.

“If you come before I do,” she warned him, never stopping, “you’ll never touch me again in your life. Understand?”

“Understood,” Adrián panted, digging his nails into his own palms to hold on.

She threw her head back and let herself go, over and over, riding him with a freedom she hadn’t allowed herself in years. It wasn’t just physical pleasure; it was power, the feeling that this man would literally do anything she decided. That made her crazier than anything else.

When she finished, breathless and satisfied, she got up before he could come and moved to his face.

“Now clean me up,” she ordered, and sat on his mouth.

Adrián obeyed with a devotion that left her breathless. He licked her slowly, attentive to every reaction, until she trembled again and pulled away, her legs shaking.

***

But Carmen wasn’t done. She straightened, looked down at him, and with a crooked smile squatted over his face.

“You told me you liked this too,” she said. “Let’s check.”

What followed was what he had confessed in whispers: she marked him as hers, without shame, and Adrián received it like a gift, his eyes closed and a groan of relief in his throat. When she was done, he, without being asked, turned and kissed her feet, one and then the other, licking them with a devotion that left her speechless.

“Stop,” Carmen said at last, more moved than she wanted to admit. “Get up. Get dressed.”

While he dressed, she put her stockings and shoes back on, regaining her composure. She found a compounded cream in a drawer and handed him a sample.

“May I lick your shoes, Mistress?” Adrián asked, still on his knees.

Carmen froze, surprised by the question and by how much it flattered her. After a moment, she nodded and extended one foot. He leaned in and ran his tongue over the leather down to the sole, slowly, reverently, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Enough,” she said, and gently pushed him away. “Listen carefully.” Her professional tone returned, though it cost her. “Wash with warm water and neutral soap after using the bathroom. Apply the cream, a small amount, twice a day. And no anal sex until it’s fully healed. If it gets worse or bleeds, you go to the ER even if you’re embarrassed. Clear?”

“Crystal clear. Thank you.” Adrián put the cream away, still dazed by everything.

Carmen hesitated for a second. Then she tore off a piece of paper, wrote down a number, and handed it to him.

“Here. In case one day you feel like… doing it again.” She met his eyes. “I liked it. The dirty stuff and everything else.”

He took the paper and, finally daring, wrote his number on another scrap.

“Me too, Mistress. Your feet. Everything.”

“I see.” Carmen smiled and lifted one foot slightly, showing him the shoe. “And apparently you even enjoyed cleaning these. I think I know who’s going to be in charge of making them shine from now on.”

The doorbell rang: customers were coming in. Adrián straightened, composed himself, and went out into the street with the prescription in his pocket and a new heat in his chest.

His home was only a few meters away. He got there, stepped into the shower, and before turning on the tap, lingered for a moment, recognizing her trace on his skin. It didn’t disgust him. On the contrary: he kept it like a promise.

He ate whatever, not really hungry, and went to bed with the paper folded on the nightstand. Every time he looked at it, he remembered Carmen’s voice ordering him around, her bare feet, the weight of her body. And he got hard again, knowing that that afternoon he had not gone to the pharmacy to heal a wound, but to discover, at last, who he really was.