John regained consciousness in an unknown room

As John regained his consciousness, he was lying in a bed, looking up to a white ceiling. "Where am I?" He asked not knowing the ceiling or how he got here.

"Don't worry, John. Everything is alright." Answered Dr. Valentine, who stood beside him. "I have taken you to a friend of mine, who will help you."

"Help me?" John asked confused.

"Don't you remember? You came to me to consult me because of your love for girls with cocks. I dressed you up like a secretary and we had sex." Dr. Valentine's words slowly brought John's memories back. "After it you were ****, so I was so free to bring you here on my own."

John remembered he was getting fucked by the therapist as he played the role of her secretary. For him it was a sexy roleplay with a very pleasant ending. "Thank you for caring about me."

"No problem. I care for all of my employees."

"Employee?" John didn't understand.

"Oh, did you think it was all just a play?" Dr. Valentine was amused. "Sorry to disappoint you, boy. But you have signed a contract to be my secretary for as long as I want." A wicked smile appeared on her face. "And soon you'll not only work as one."

John got afraid. He remembered signing papers as he got fucked by Dr. Valentine. But what papers were they? And what did she mean by him soon not only working as a secretary? Did she mean that ...? "Where am I?" He asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, you are in good care." Dr. Valentine replied.

"Where am I?" John asked again, but this time louder.