She sat nervously in the vacant waiting room, her hands crossed at the wrists and resting gently upon her thighs. Seated next to her, he silently thumbed through a magazine. The door opened and out stepped a tall, dark haired man wearing a crisp, white lab coat. He had the most piercing blue eyes she'd ever seen. She nervously wondered why a nurse wasn't at the door. The man in the white coat quietly called her name. Her Master placed the magazine in the empty chair beside him and turned to look at her. She swallowed hard as her emerald eyes flashed a silent plea to her Master.
"You will go now, pet, and you will follow his instructions." He sternly dictated, and then he kissed her forehead.
"Yes, Sir," she timidly whispered. She stood up. Her legs felt unsteady and wobbly as she began to walk toward the blue eyed Doctor.
"We'll be out shortly," The Doctor casually replied to the Master.
"Enjoy the girl." The Master retorted. There was almost a hit of amusement in his tone.
She shuddered softly as she cast her eyes toward the floor and followed the Doctor down a long, pale blue corridor. Empty examination rooms lined the deserted hallway.
She wanted to turn around and run. Nervous and scared she had no idea what to expect. The Doctor stopped at a doorway and motioned for her to enter. She followed his command and was surprised to find herself; not in an examination room, but an office. He asked her to please take a seat, then rounded a huge mahogany desk and sat down across from her.
"Please don't be nervous," He began. "I've been doing this special type of work for my Dominant friends for years. First of all, I am a *real* Doctor. I arrange private examinations for a small group of Dominant friends. They make appointments for their girls, just as your Master did. I provide complete and comprehensive evaluations for the Dominants, to ensure their "very important treasures" are healthy and everything is in fine working order."
He smiled reassuringly as he spoke; yet it did little to alleviate her anxiety.
"I'm going to ask you some routine health questions, then we will step into an examination room and get you all checked out. Your Master has requested that you have a *thorough examination* and I will do my best to make it as unpleasant as I possibly can for you, my dear."
She softly nodded as she tried to swallow, but her throat was parched and dry. Her growing anxiety began sprouting roots of full-blown fear. He asked her a litany of medical questions, to which she responded. All too soon, for her, the information was recorded and finished. The Doctor stood and walked toward her. He extended his hand and helped her from the chair. He did his best to put her at ease with small talk as she followed him back down the long corridor, but her gnawing fears coursed wickedly in her belly.
She was ushered into a small examination room that held a long, paper covered, padded table with fiendish looking silver stirrups, protruding from its base. Also in the room were a small stool with rolling casters, a tall goose-necked light, a small stationary chair, a silver stainless steel sink and a wall lined with cabinets beneath a gray laminated counter top.
"Please remove your clothing." He instructed, as he shut the door behind him.
She looked up at him quizzically, wondering if he was going to remain in the room while she stripped her clothes off. A broad smile spread across his mouth. He stepped toward her and gently placed his palms upon her shoulders.
"Dear girl, I've seen many women naked, you're not my first." He softly chuckled.
"Yes, Sir," she replied as she felt her cheeks burn from her embarrassment.
Her fingers trembled as she slowly unbuttoned her dress. She was never allowed to wear undergarments, and knew once the dress was undone; she would be standing naked before the Doctor. Sure he'd seen millions of naked women before, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was there for more than just a routine examination. The dress slithered off her shoulders and pooled in a silent, billowing heap at her feet. She knelt down and picked up her dress. As she stood back up, she tried to cover her naked body with the fabric. The Doctor smiled,plucked the dress from her fingers and hung it from a hook on the back of the door.
"Please take a seat." He instructed looking at the examination table.
The white paper crinkled and rustled as she eased her bare butt onto the padded table. The Doctor smiled softly to her as he stepped toward her and placed his large, warm hands upon her breasts. He gently began to palpate each breast checking for lumps, working his strong fingers closer and closer to her cranberry colored nipples.
She looked down and watched her silver, nipple rings bounce gently up and down as his fingers pushed deep into her supple flesh. When his fingers reached her nipples he placed the erect tip of each one between his thumb and forefinger and began to softly rub upon the crimson buds.
Her breath began to quicken as she felt the slow throbbing pool of desire begin to spread in her belly. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers and a deviant smile spread upon his lips. He hoarsely moaned out a compliment of how nice her nipples felt.
She could feel the warm juices from her pussy begin to ooze from her slit and coat her swollen, outer lips. She desperately tried to ebb the sexual desire growing inside her.
"I will need to see how well they respond to stimulation, girl." He announced, as he leaned over and placed his mouth upon her left nipple.
He began to suck upon her tit, bathing her areola with his warm, soft tongue. She felt her pussy contract firmly as he sucked harder and deeper upon her breast. His tongue danced and flicked upon her nipple, gently tugging upon her ring, as a soft mewl escaped her throat.
He raised his eyes and looked up at her as his mouth continued to assault her breast. She immediately realized, when she saw a spark of merriment dance upon his eyes, that he'd heard the soft whimper from her throat. Her faced blazed in embarrassment as she closed her eyes and tried to focus her mind on anything, other than, how his expert tongue was breeding a torrid pool of sexual delight within her. He released his mouth from her breast and she looked down at her bright red, elongated nipple glistening with his saliva.
"Simply amazing!" He exclaimed. "You've got extremely long, sexy nipples when they're stimulated." He said in a praising tone, and then he bent down and administered the same sensual pleasures to her right breast.
She didn't know what to say or what she was supposed to be feeling. A twinge of guilt washed over her for being so aroused by the doctors ministrations, but she couldn't curb the involuntary reactions he evoked from within her.
The throb of her clit drummed in time with her aching nipples, while her juices continued to spill from her slit. She nervously wondered if she were leaving a slippery puddle upon the white paper.
The jerk of her nipple ring between his teeth made her cry out in a mixture of surprise and pleasurable pain. She looked down and watched as his pearly white teeth sank ferociously down upon her nipple. Her back arched as her shoulder rolled backward, lifting her breasts toward him in offering, as a deep guttural moan escaped her throat.
He released her right breast and stood back up. He gently trailed his fingers through her hair as a lusty, hungry smile spread across his lips.
"I need you to come with me to another room for a few minutes. There's a part of the examination that can't be done here."
He once again, extended his hand and helped her down from the table. His eyes fell to the glistening wet spot upon the white paper, where she had been sitting, and he smiled again. She looked over her shoulder and spied the remnant evidence she'd prayed wasn't there. Her stomach rolled in alarm as she lowered her head in shame.
"Aww, pet. Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural for your body to respond to such stimulation. The nipples contain very sensitive nerve endings that act as a precursor to induce other parts of the body to respond in, well... most delicious ways." He explained, as he smeared his index finger through the glistening trail she'd left upon the paper, and sucked her nectar from his finger.
"Oh my God," she softly whispered, as she watched him.
He chuckled softly and wrapped his hand around her elbow ushering her from the small examination room. When he stepped out into the hallway, she hesitated and timidly looked to the left, then to the right feeling self-conscious in her naked state. He assured her that they were very much alone and that her Master was the only other person in the office. She relaxed a bit and stepped out into the corridor with the Doctor.
They walked two doors down and he led her into another examination room, of sorts. There was an examination table just like the one she had been sitting upon in the other room, but there was also a small sink and toilet in the room. She looked over to her right and spied a tall pole with a bag and long rubber tubing attached. Her eyes flew open wide as she spun on her heel, facing the Doctor. Fear and humiliation coursed through her veins.
"Yes dear, you will submit to this. Remember, I told you I was instructed to give you a thorough examination, and you were instructed to follow my direction, were you not?" He sternly stated to her.
"Well, yes, I know I am... but... I never dreamed you meant something like this." She said waving her hand toward the enema bag, her words bathed in trepidation and humiliation. "Oh God," she softly whimpered.
"Bend over and relax sweet girl." He chuckled as he began running water in the sink.
She covered her face in her hands as she bent over the table. This was the most humiliating experience she could imagine. She had no choice but to do as she was told and swallow her pride. She listened to the Doctor behind her moving and preparing the enema bag. When the water was turned off she clenched her ass cheeks together, in one last desperate attempt, to keep her tiny puckered opening from being invaded. She wanted to cry in humiliation but only squeezed her eyes shut as she concentrated on keeping her ass cheeks tightly clenched.
Without realizing it, he had moved to the other side of the examination table. He roughly seized both of her wrists, pulling them from beneath her face, and in the blink of an eye, he'd slapped a pair of silver handcuffs over her wrists, securing her to the table. She looked up at the Doctor as panic washed over her.
"We need to determine just how long you can hold the contents of the bag," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "You just relax and let me know when you need me to release the cuffs, okay?"
