Role-Playing Doctor With My Partner Led to the Most Vulnerable, Passionate Sex of My Life

How Role-Playing as a Doctor and Patient Enhanced My Sex Life
Getty | EKramar somkku Dasha_Romanova
Photo Illustration: Becky Jiras
Getty | EKramar somkku Dasha_Romanova
Photo Illustration: Becky Jiras

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He walked into my bedroom wearing black slacks and a white doctor's coat that came midway down his thighs. Underneath the coat, he wore a white button-up shirt and a perfectly knotted tie. My doctor was ready to see me.

With a shiver of giddiness coursing up my spine, I smiled when I first saw him. And as he approached the bed, I did my best to lie still and seem calm, but I couldn't contain my excitement.

"What seems to be the matter?" he breathed, running his fingertips up my spine and finally resting his hand on my shoulder. His tone was professional and warm at the same time. He sounded genuinely concerned, but in a syrupy way, reminding me that despite the very professional tone, we were playing.

"It's all over," I pouted. "My whole body feels terribly tense. I think I'm sick." I buried my face into the pillow.

"Oh, it's OK. I'm sure we'll find the perfect . . . solution," he said as he gently pulled the sheet down from on top of me, exposing my black lacy lingerie.

This wasn't the first time my boyfriend and I had dabbled in some non-vanilla sex. In our two years together, we used sex toys, tried impact play with paddles, and even role-played. But the role-playing we'd done before was mostly spontaneous and happened in the middle of sex. It was more as a creative extension of dirty talk and less, "Hey, let's act like we're completely different people."

But this time, things were different. This time, we had planned it.

Earlier that day, we had a sexy text exchange and shared what we wanted to do when we finally saw each other after work.

"I think it's time for you to go to the doctor," my boyfriend texted me. Though we'd never discussed role-playing as doctor-patient, I immediately caught his drift.

"I think you're right," I replied.

I felt completely vulnerable and totally free. Even though we were role-playing, there was nothing I needed to do and no one I needed to be. All I had to do was receive what he was giving me.

A part of me was nervous. Though I felt comfortable with my partner and trusted him, I was afraid I'd say the wrong thing — something that wasn't interesting or hot, or something he wouldn't be able to respond to. I was afraid there'd be too little talk or too much, or I'd actually feel too tense to relax and enjoy the sex.

But I was excited to explore what the night could bring. I decided I wouldn't let my nerves get the best of me and I'd trust myself in the moment to let him take the lead. Only a few hours later, there we were.

"Please, lie still," he said as he scanned my body with his eyes. Suddenly, one side of his mouth turned up into a smile. "In fact, I think you might need some help with that."

"With lying still?" I asked.

I heard the scratch of smooth fabric. His tie, now undone, dangled from his hand.

"Exactly. Please let me know if this is too tight, OK, miss?"

He sat next to me on the bed, and I felt the heat emanating from his body. He asked me to lift my arms over my head and rest them on the bed. Then, he gently pulled my wrists together and secured the tie to a slat in my wooden headboard.

"Is that OK?" he said, still using his warmest professional voice. My breath caught in my chest.

"Yes, doctor. It feels perfect."

"Wonderful. We'll begin our examination now."

He stood up again, and I felt his hand on my back. I closed my eyes as I felt him pause at the clasp in my bra.

"I'm going to have to take this off," he said.

"I understand," I breathed. "Anything you need to do."

He paused and bent forward, his face next to my cheek.

"Anything?" he whispered in my ear.

He unhooked my bra and spread his hands across my back, reaching to my breasts to remove the bra. I felt completely vulnerable and totally free. Even though we were role-playing, there was nothing I needed to do and no one I needed to be. All I had to do was receive what he was giving me.

Eventually, he pulled my panties off. The sheet was forgotten, bunched up next to me. By the time he turned me over so that he could continue the examination, my hands remained still tied in his tie. He gazed into my eyes as he removed his doctor's coat. Then, he bent over my face, reached behind my neck, and kissed me before moving down to my hips.

Afterward, my doctor took his time figuring out exactly what the problem was — and let's just say, every sensation was deeply, deeply, deeply rewarding.

Although this wasn't the first or last time my boyfriend and I experimented with role-play, this time was different. It changed the way I viewed sex in general. Sex became both more physical — a more deeply embodied experience — and more emotionally charged. It felt exciting to explore a new level of vulnerability and emotional connection with him.

Sure, on a surface level, my partner and I were just doing something that might be seen as kinky or adventurous. But to us, it was so much more than that. The role-playing was a way to play with vulnerability and trust — it required us to put ourselves out into the safe space we had created in our relationship.

The pleasure wasn't exclusively from the makeshift hand tie or seeing my partner look as handsome as he did as a doctor; it came from being completely present with my partner — completely tuned in to what I was feeling, thinking, and experiencing. Every time we role-played after this encounter, we found new depths to explore and a new feeling of connection in our relationship.

Really, it was the best sex and best doctor's appointment I've ever had. And by the end of it, I think it's safe to say that I had been thoroughly and ravishingly cured.