One day my Master decided that I should go to the doctor and have a check up. He said that my health was very important to him, so he wanted to make sure that I was in tiptop shape. I thought that was impeccable logic, so I agreed to go (like I could say no).
My Master told me that I needed to make my best impression so that I wouldn't make him look bad. So, I took a long hot bath, meticulously shaving my legs and washing every inch of my skin. I made sure that my waxed pussy lips were smooth and silky, washed my curly blond hair, and reveled in the warm soapy water.
After toweling off, I went into my room to dress. My Master had laid out my clothes for me, as always. I pulled on a pair of white stockings and a white lace garter belt, clipping the tops of the stockings firmly in place. Then I slipped on a sexy matching white lace bra that pushed my breasts high, creating maximum cleavage. I picked up the short grey pleated skirt, thankful that it would at least be long enough to cover the tops of my stockings and slipped on a white button up blouse that my Master had strategically taken the top four buttons off of so that I couldn't button it any higher than just below my breasts.
I dried my hair quickly, letting it dry into a mass of bouncy curls, and applied some makeup. Just a touch of eyeliner and mascara to give me a polished look. Then I went downstairs to my Master.
He was waiting in the living room for me, reading the newspaper. I came in and knelt at his feet and he fastened my black velvet collar around my neck. I smiled; I never really felt comfortable without it on. He told that me that I looked presentable and wouldn't be embarrassed to take me out. I beamed as I slipped on my black pumps and we left.
My Master drove us to a part of the city that I was unfamiliar with. The street was lined with brownstones and I didn't see any signs anywhere, but I knew that "exclusive" private practice doctors don't always need a sign either. We parked and walked up the street a bit before entering one of the buildings.
The office seemed normal enough inside. A young woman in a nurse's outfit was talking on the phone as my Master motioned for me to find a seat. Since there was no one else there, this wasn't a problem. My Master came and sat across from me after he let the receptionist know that we were there.
As we waited, he motioned for me to spread my knees a bit. Since he was very much a fan of public display, this didn't surprise me at all. I parted my knees a bit for him, very aware of my lack of panties as the cool air brushed my hairless pussy lips. He frowned a bit, so I pulled my skirt up to just a few inches below my pussy so that he could see better.. he smiled and motioned for me to stay like that. I waited for a long time like that.. the minutes ticked by, while I stayed very aware of my exposed pussy. I hoped that the woman at the desk would stay there, because I always dreaded being called out on public "lewdness". Embarrassed as I was by the possibility of discovery, I could feel a trickle between my pussy lips. My body always betrays me, even when my mind is reeling with shame.
While I was fixated on being mortified and aroused all at the same time, the receptionist came around the corner of her desk with a chart in hand and called my name. She momentarily glanced down at my lap; though she couldn't see up my skirt from her angle, she could certainly see that my thighs were spread open. She smiled at me, and gave me a long lingering look that smacked of assessment. I followed her into the doctor's examination room where she put the file on the desk and left the room and shut the door.
I sat on the examination table, as there was no chair in the room except the one at the desk and waited.
After about ten minutes, the doctor came in and plunked himself down in the chair. He picked up the file, glanced through the paperwork and then up at me. He stopped and smiled for a moment and then stood up.
"I understand that you're here for a full physical?" he asked. I nodded, "Yessir." He cocked an eyebrow at my response. Old habits die hard, and I found it very hard not to call any adult male "sir". He glanced back into the file, flipping to the next page, and then grinned, putting the folder back on the desk.