The room was cold but dazzlingly lit; the fluorescent lights above were almost painfully bright. Light was reflected off of all the stainless steel appliances in the office. Right in the middle of the room was a gynecologist's exam table, complete with stirrups and its own mini-lamp attachment. To the right of the chair I was sitting in was the sink and cabinets, to the left the door in. I noticed a small wheeled tabled next to the doctor's chair, but it was covered with a cloth and I couldn't see what was sitting on top.
I moved to see what was under the cloth, but the door opened before I was able to lift it up. Quickly, I sat back down and folded my hands in my lap. I hate being caught looking through things.
The doctor was a large man, dressed in pressed trousers and a dress shirt. He wasn't wearing a tie and the first few buttons of his shirt were open. A few dark chest hairs peaked out. Beneath the well-fitting clothes, I could make out strong, broad shoulders and a defined chest, as well as thick, burly legs. I was fascinated for a moment with the idea of seeing him naked. What a wonderful sight that would be!
He sat down and opened my chart. As he read, I watched his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and wire rim glasses, his hair was ruffled from running his fingers through it, and his eyes looked tired. I glanced at the clock behind him and realized that it was almost seven; no doubt he had been running between patients for hours.
"Alright, looks like you are here for a full exam," he said, looking up at me. "It seems that someone else called in your appointment for you," he looked down, then back at me, "a Mr. Mike Wales?"
I blushed… Master had called for the appointment, but I didn't realize he had done anything more than that. I nodded.
"He left special instructions. Is this your regular doctor, Ms. Young?"
I blushed again. "No Sir. He is..." I didn't know how to explain.
"Yes? He is your...?" he prompted.
"Master," I replied timidly.
"Ah... well that would explain why he wanted me to make sure you were wearing a butt plug when you got here." I blushed again. He sounded so intrigued. "Are you, Ms. Young?" he gleefully asked, grinning.
Ooohh... what a fucker. I had hoped that I would be able to slip it out without anyone knowing when I changed into the paper gown. I looked down at my hands. "Yes Sir."
He seemed to be picking up energy. Clearly, he was enjoying my discomfort. "Mr. Wales left specific instructions. I am to check and make sure that you indeed are. Please stand up and put your hands on the wall."
I stared at him, my mouth open. He wanted me to do what? He stood up. "I don't have all day, Ms. Young. Stand up, turn around, and put your hands on the wall above your head." Though he tried to sound stern and professional, the bulge in his trousers revealed that he was clearly enjoying the scene playing out before him.
I stood up slowly, feeling uncertain, but also excited, nervous, and aroused. Master had not told me anything special would be happening, just that I needed an exam and he had made me an appointment. As I put my hands up onto the wall, I felt the doctor's hands lifting my skirt.
"Bend over a little more," he ordered as he pulled down my panties. I felt him grab my ass, pulling my cheeks wide apart to check between them. He chuckled, tapping the base lightly. "Good girl."
He pulled away, leaving me to pull up my panties and right my skirt. He marked something in my chart, then turned to the exam table. When he turned back around, I noticed the paper gown in his hand. "Strip." But he set the gown on the counter, far away from me. I moved to get it, but he stopped me. "Nope. Mr. Wales wants the exam done with you completely nude."
And then he sat down. I hesitated for a moment, thinking he would leave. "Your Master wants me to watch and examine your body as you undress. Please get moving Ms. Young. I don't have time for you to waste."
I pulled off my top and skirt, then reached behind my back to undo my bra catches. The doctor stood up, openly shifting the bulge in his pants before coming forward and pulling the bra out of my hand. Apparently I was moving too slow.
He cupped each of my breasts in his large, beefy hands. Master had carefully laid bruises the night before, and now I knew why. "Did you enjoy getting these Miss?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," I said, keeping my eyes averted respectfully, as I do with Master. I wondered if perhaps the doctor was a friend that knew all the details of our relationship.
He chuckled again. "Mr. Wales mentioned that you were pierced, and that he often hangs weights from the rings. Do you experience any discomfort from that?" As he spoke, he slid the rings in and out of my nipples, examining the piercings closely.
"Just the discomfort I am supposed to feel, I expect," I replied, staring at the ceiling tiles. I could feel the blush moving across my face and chest. I tried to count the holes in each tile to keep my body from reacting to the hands of the doctor.
"Good. They look fine; you must take very good care of them Ms. Young." He gave one final tug on each ring, watching my face as I continued to stare at the ceiling. "You have good nipples for piercing."
I had no idea how to respond, so I kept quiet. The insistent hands on my tits were turning me on; I could feel my pussy growing wetter as the familiar ache began to grow. My nipples were harder than stone as the doctor continued to examine my breasts. He lifted and caressed each in turn, kneading the supple flesh in his huge hands.
I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning. I continued counting the holes in the ceiling tiles, trying to refrain from cumming right then and there. As he finished, I looked back down at him, catching him watching my face. He pondered me for a moment more, then motioned over to the table. "Lay down."
