*** WARNING! This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic depictions of medical procedures that may not be safe. The author is not a medical professional and assumes no responsibility for injuries sustained by persons attempting to act out this story in whole or in part.***
Jennifer was just getting home from work and was frustrated from a long week full of small annoyances. I heard her keys crash onto the counter and the click of her heels on the flagstone in the kitchen.
"Hey babe, I see you're home," I yelled from upstairs but got no response. "I thought you had a Dr.'s appointment today."
The clicking heels stopped. I could tell by the pause that she was now standing with her right fist balled up on her hip and cursing under her breath. She always forgets mundane things like this and I always have to remind her.
Jennifer is my lovely wife, but she has a high-pressure job that makes her a total bitch to live with by the time Friday rolls around. It's worth it to me though because she has also been my submissive sex slave virtually every weekend of our marriage. After giving orders and putting up with incompetence all week, she wants to let go and have someone else make the decisions. That is where I come in.
She checked her watch. "Shit!" she said, irritated by the need to rush. "Fucking perfect, a perfect fucking end to a perfect fucking week!" I heard her say to herself. Louder and directed at me, "I've only got forty-five minutes to shower, change and get over there."
I padded down the stairs in sock feet and approached her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist, trying to settle her down by nuzzling and kissing her neck. "I know baby, sorry I didn't remind you earlier. You'll feel better once you get it out of the way and besides, I'll treat you to dinner at Mike's after."
"Oh, a cheap steak and a glass of wine from a box is supposed to make it better?" she said in her most sarcastic tone. I slapped her right ass-cheek hard with my open hand. I like to joke around as much as the next Master but she crossed the line and she knew it.
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We entered the lobby and were greeted by a very efficient looking receptionist. Jennifer dutifully signed in, was handed a clipboard and took a seat. She filled out the customary forms while I went to find the restroom. Meanwhile, a tall, thin, handsome young man in a lab coat appeared in a doorway at the end of the waiting area.
"Ms. Murphy?" he said, as if calling to a room full of people. "I'm the only one here, so that must be me." she said with a smirk. The young man escorted her into the hall and took her blood pressure, height, weight, and asked a series of medical history questions.
"We'll need a urine sample," he said flatly. Jennifer looked at him as if to say, "So, why are you telling me?"
He produced a bottle of water that looked to be about 16oz. "Here, drink this." She opened the bottle and drank about half the contents without breaking eye contact with the young man. Unimpressed, he led her to an exam room and gestured toward the table.
"If you would please disrobe and get up on the table for me" he said in his best Dr.'s voice. "Don't I get some kind of drape?" she asked.
"It would just get in the way," he said in a dismissive tone. The young man left the room and Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly took off everything except her bra and panties and sat up on the table. Jennifer was finishing the water just as the young man returned. He looked annoyed and motioned with his finger, "those too".