My name is Angela Montez, and I admit it, I love to dominate men. I'm 27 now, and have had this compulsion since high school. And my career has made it easy to enjoy my little kink. I was born and raised in San Antonio. My parents migrated from Mexico to the U.S. nearly two years before they had me. I'm about 5'4" and 110 lbs, with long brown hair, brown eyes, and a gym-toned body. I attract plenty of male attention but have never been married. Right now I'm happy with a string of boyfriends, all of whom do whatever I tell them. Men are very easy to control, especially when you focus on their weakness.
For the past three years I've worked as a nurse at a medical clinic downtown. My primary responsibility is to do physical exams on people applying for life insurance policies. I've had special training for this, courtesy of a large insurance company. It saves them plenty to have nurses doing the physicals. Needless to say, this gives me many opportunities to make nude men regret the day they were born. I love to examine well-hung men, but I save my greatest attention for the unfortunate men whose genitals resemble those of toddlers.
Last Thursday was a typical case. My 11:00 patient was listed as Kevin O'Malley. I went to the waiting room and called his name. A tall, blonde man got up and walked toward me. I smiled and escorted him to Exam Room #5. I instructed him to remove all of his clothing and handed him a paper gown. Although he wouldn't have it on for long. I keep all my male patients nude for the entire exam. I left the room and closed the door as he began to undress. I glanced at his chart and noticed that he was 35 years old, 6'3", 200 lbs, unmarried, and in excellent health.
After a few moments I went back into the exam room. Kevin was sitting on the examination table, looking uncomfortable in his gown. His clothing was strewn across a chair. I introduced myself and asked him to stand up. This was my favorite part of the procedure. I always try to guess the size of the penis I am about to reveal. I was completely wrong about Kevin. I walked up to him and casually removed the exam gown. I threw it on top of his discarded clothes. The shock on his face was priceless. And he blushed a deep red.
And it was easy to see why. Kevin O'Malley was hung like a chipmunk. Even though he was tall and muscular. A very handsome man with one fatal flaw, which was now on display to an attractive young woman. I smiled at him as I prepared to give him my "special" treatment. With my left hand gently resting on his lower back, I steered Kevin toward the scale. I duly noted his height and weight.
"Well, you seem perfectly proportioned for your height," I teased.
"Uh, thanks," Kevin mumbled.
Next I handed him a specimen jar and sent him into the small lavatory in the corner of the exam room. I watched his tiny penis bob up and down as he quickly walked into the lavatory. I held the door open for him, then stood there as he tried to urinate.
"Just relax," I said. "We've got plenty of time."
After a couple of minutes I finally heard a dainty trickle going into the jar. Kevin sheepishly turned around and handed me the specimen. I noticed that his balls had retracted up close to his body. I swear he looked almost like a eunuch.
"Go and sit on the end of the exam table," I told him. I then began the routine portion of the physical. Blood pressure, heart rate, throat, ears, reflexes, etc. All were normal, as Kevin appeared to be in superb condition. When I was finished I asked him to lay back on the table. I could see the humiliation in his eyes. I helped him scoot his ass further back up the table, and then applied the final crusher to his ego. I pulled out the gyno stirrups at the end of the exam table.
"Please put your feet here," I told him. "It makes this part of the exam much easier." Well, easier for me, but not for him.
