Introduction: This is a story of a young man that learns that he craves a woman with a firm hand to control him sexually. The story contains female domination, bondage, teasing and denial, and some S&M.
Doctor’s Orders – Chapter 1 – The Physical
Here I am, 28 years old, and I’ve had it with women. I’m 6 feet tall, 185 pounds and quite fit. I’m told I’m pretty good looking. Since I make my living in fashion photography, I think I can tell a good-looking man when I see one. I may not be on the cover of GQ, but I’m certainly no dog either.
I gave my last girlfriend the old heave-ho 3 months ago. It was bad enough when I found out she was fucking another guy, but even worse when I found out that she wasn’t exactly cheating on me. She was cheating on him with me. She’d never given up her relationship with him. She just used me for sex a couple times a week.
This isn’t the first bitch that lied to me. In fact, I haven’t had a relationship with an honest woman yet. Honesty is something that I insist on in a relationship.
So life isn’t terrible. I’m working steadily. I live in a nice neighborhood and drive a new car. My next-door neighbor is a doctor. I suppose she is about 40. She’s a pretty nice lady and pretty damned attractive for her age. 15 years ago she might have been a model. She has a pool and invites me over to use it once in a while. Usually afterwards I treat her to dinner out. No hanky-panky. She is kind of like an older sister to me. Sure, I’ve looked her over. I’m bruised but I’m not dead. But she is too old for me. She’s never been married and doesn’t date as far as I know. She might be gay. And I’m staying away from women anyway. You just can’t trust them.
Sunday afternoon Beverly and I were talking over the fence and she asked me how my love life was. I’d already told her all about my last girlfriend and that I didn’t think I was going to pursue any kind of relationship for a long time. Now I told her that basically, I just wasn’t interested in women any more. I wasn’t turning gay, but sex just didn’t interest me.
“Joe. When is the last time you had a physical?” she asked.
“I haven’t been to a doctor since I got out of the army six years ago. No need really. I’m healthy as a horse.”
Beverly gave me a concerned look and said “Joe. It isn’t normal for a man your age to not be interested in sex. I know you’ve been hurt emotionally, but there could be a physical reason for your lack of desire. You really should have a complete physical”.
“It really doesn’t matter, Beverly. If I’ve given up women, I don’t need to have any desire”. I figured I had her there.
“Have you gotten tired of breathing, Joe? You might have a curable condition that could be fatal if not treated. I’m offering you my help. I’m not taking no for an answer!”
Beverly had an expression on her face I’d never seen before. She looked deadly serious and perhaps, just a bit offended.
“Don’t eat anything after 10 PM and be at my office at 8 AM, Joe. We’ll draw some blood and need a urine sample. Then we’ll schedule for a full exam at the end of the week.”
It didn’t sound like a request. It sounded like an order. Beverly was a good friend and I didn’t want to offend her so I reluctantly agreed. At 8 AM I was in her office peeing in a cup and getting stuck with a needle.
Friday at 10 AM, I was ushered into an examination room by a cute nurse named Julie. She was tall, thin and had boobs that looked too big for her thin frame. I see that type a lot when I’m working. Julie asked a bunch of questions, most of which I’d already answered on the form I’d filled out. When she got done she handed me a hospital gown. “Take off your clothes and put this on, sir. I mean ALL of your clothes. The doctor will be in to see you in a minute.”
I did as I was told and waited. I was pretty nervous. Having some stranger give me a physical was no big deal, but having a female friend do it was another matter completely.
I only waited about 5 minutes and despite being a little chilly, I had sweat on my palms. Beverly stepped in accompanied by a nurse.
“Hello, Joe. I’m so glad you came in. This is nurse Meredith and she will be here assisting me with your exam.”
I ‘d never seen Beverly in her doctor’s attire. Her red hair cascading across her shoulders, contrasted nicely with her white coat. I started thinking about photographing her. She really was attractive for a woman her age. Meredith was very differently built than the tall, slender Beverly. Meredith was about 6 inches shorter and broader in the waist and hips. Still, she had a nice sized rack and very pretty face. Her blonde hair was parted on one side and just reached her shoulders. Meredith was actually making me start thinking that it was too bad I’d given up women.
Beverly interrupted my thoughts by speaking. “Good news, Joe. Your blood work and urinalysis are completely normal. In fact, I’d say better than normal. Your HDL cholesterol is only 120, which is excellent. Your LDL cholesterol is above average, which is even better. From the lab work I’d have to say that you are as healthy as a horse.”
I figured I was anyway, but now Beverly was satisfied too. Or so I thought. She checked my reflexes, my pulse in about 5 places, looked down my throat, in my ears, up my nose, listened to my heart and lungs and even did an EKG. She couldn’t find anything wrong with me.
“Okay, Joe. We save these two tests for last because they make some patients uncomfortable. I need you to stand up. I’m going to reach under your gown and check your testicles for any abnormality. Testicular cancer is rare, but when it occurs it is almost always in men under 30.”
I wasn’t real anxious to have my next-door neighbor feeling my balls, but I was having trouble organizing my thoughts into words that would convince her this wasn’t necessary. I glanced over at Meredith and she was looking at me with a completely emotionless, professional gaze. Damn, she was pretty. That wasn’t helping me any.
I stood up and Beverly reached under my gown. She turned her face towards the wall since she couldn’t see under the gown anyway. In every respect she was being a professional. She slowly and gently rolled each testicle between her fingers. I couldn’t help myself. I started to get an erection. The gown tented outwards, which I saw Meredith noticed.
“Oh God. I’m sorry, Beverly” I stammered.
“Nonsense, Joe. There is nothing to be sorry about. That is a perfectly normal reaction. In light of what you’ve told me, I’m glad that happened. Your testicles have no abnormalities. One more test and were done. I save this for last because men dislike it so much. Bend over and put your elbows on the table. I need to check your prostate.”
Damn. The things I do just to keep from pissing off my neighbor. Beverly was smearing lubricant all over her gloved finger. My ass was hanging out of the gown when she gently inserted her index finger and started feeling the prostate.
“Just relax, Joe. It is more comfortable if you relax” she assured me.