Fiances Doctor House Call

Fiancé's Doctor House Call: Part 1 of 3

Beginnings

I was looking for AI reference material at the local university library when I first noticed her. She wore large glasses that made her face appear small as she walked through the graduate student area, her blond hair pulled up in a bun. At first glance, her stature resembled a Victoria's Secret model, but the clothes she wore did not reflect anything suggestive.

Discreetly checking her out, I thought she'd have no interest in me. First of all, she was extraordinarily attractive and taller than anyone I had ever dated. I'm an average height, average-looking guy.

Her sweater and mid-length skirt couldn't completely diminish her assets. Her bust was full and her legs were long and shapely. Her blue eyes looked friendly and approachable. However, I noticed none of the other males tried to approach her. Well, it was a library, not a nightclub.

I tried not to stare at her; I noticed several men kept looking in her direction. I guessed she was not naïve about the attention she generated. As I walked by the bookshelves, she glanced at me. I made eye contact with her, smiled, and kept walking without saying hello.

I was about to leave the building when I saw her sitting by herself at the small café next to the library entrance. As I walked by her for the second time, she smiled back at me. My instincts were overcome and I spoke up.

"I hope you found the book you were looking for."

"Yes, I did. How about you?"

"I'm still hunting for ideas; I'll probably need to investigate other sources."

There was a pause, and she welcomed me to join her table. We made introductions and started a casual conversation. She was finishing off her graduate thesis and was working at a company that supported her graduate degree. I told her I was changing to a new area in my company and wanted to gain more insights.

It was difficult not to stare at her. I stayed calm knowing the conversation would soon be over, and asked a random question.

"Do you usually spend your Saturdays in libraries?"

"I could ask you the same."

"I like libraries; they are a sanctuary for generating new ideas. I enjoy having other fun as well, but I'm not into the club scene."

"Neither am I."

We stayed at the cafe table casually conversing. I mentioned I had plans to see a local comedian who was opening for a bigger name performer. She frowned and said she had no weekend plans. Soon we exchanged information, and she agreed to meet me at the show.

What an amazing carefree night we had together. I didn't put any moves on her, but I did manage a hug and kiss on the cheek as we parted ways. She projected confidence, control and success in business. There was much more to her than a pretty face. Soon we were speaking regularly and making plans to spend more time together.

She was very well aware of the effect she had on men. Since the time she hit puberty, men of all ages seemed eager to gain her attention. Many will warn you; there's a price for dating a beautiful woman. It was hard to be anywhere in public without someone else trying to hit on her. She always seemed to handle it well, polite but firm, stating she had no interest. My ego enjoyed the fact when she was with me, she never made me feel neglected.

It is easy to assume that a highly attractive woman is never rejected. However, the opposite is often the case. They often struggle to live up to the overlay fantasy created by their physical appearance. When they can't match the fantasy, men will reject them. Less attractive men won't approach them. Highly attractive men have other options. After a few failed relationships, she realized she never wanted to be someone's trophy. She learned the importance of valuing a man's character over his appearance and she really seemed to see something in me.

The first time we made love was reassuring. It started out as a casual mid-week dinner at her place. After our meal, we sat close together on the couch and started kissing. Eventually she lay back and pulled me on top of her. I reached up her sweater and fondled her breasts under her bra. She unclasped the front hook and freed them for my touch. We kissed as we explored each other's bodies. Soon, we ended up in her bedroom.

Seeing her nude the first time was mesmerizing. She had a figure like a Swedish ice skater. Her body was toned and firm with minimal blonde pubic hair. That night I slowly kissed my way up each leg until I buried my tongue into her open vulva. She beckoned me to enter her and hold her closer.

I rose up to climb on top of her and carefully guided my penis into her. Her fingers dug into my back and her legs squeezed me tightly. We rocked until the wee hours of the morning. Our intimacy was off to a great start and quickly became an essential part of our lives.

Her body was my wonderland. I loved to look at her breasts from every angle. Her legs were the perfect complements to her hips. I was crazy about the way her pubic bone formed a mound in between her hips as she lay spread open for me. For the next few months, I took every opportunity I could to spend time alone with her.

I wasn't looking for a long-term commitment, but every bone in my body said, "Lock her down." I didn't wait; I arranged a trip to a seaside resort and proposed on the beach at sunset. She tearfully accepted without hesitation. I hadn't even met her family yet.

Her Place

Her condo was in striking distance from the university and allowed for an easy commute to her workplace. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms. She tried out a roommate for a while but eventually found she was able to manage the rent on her own. She liked the security and privacy of her own place with a locking garage gate.

One of her friends left for Europe and asked her to pet sit two cats for a month. It seemed an easy task, but she soon found the cats were highly active when she was away. She wanted to know what the cats were up to, so I found a pet monitoring kit online and helped her install cameras in her guestroom where the cats were kept. Since I set the whole thing up, I also had access to her place and the system.

Eventually, the cats were gone, and she stopped using the system. I meant to de-install the whole system but didn't get around to it. I never thought much about it, since the guestroom was furnished but hardly ever used.

The Doctor

A month after our engagement, I went to her place and found her curled up in blankets. She told me she started having severe migraine headaches and abdominal pain. She figured her abdominal pain was menstrual, so she wasn't too worried, but the migraines were affecting her work and study.

She made a visit to her OB/GYN, an older Asian lady she had been seeing for years. Everything checked out as fine. All her vitals were good and they made some adjustments to her birth control dosage. It seemed to work at first, but eventually the migraines returned.

She checked with her doctor again only to be told, "Maybe this is something you need to learn to live with."

As we sat one evening, she abruptly turned to me, "I can't keep doing this."

"Do you mean us or something else?"

"No, we're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I mean, pretending pain is manageable."

"Let's find a specialist; there has to be a solution."

"I mentioned it to my yoga girlfriend. She said she dealt with something very similar. She told me about a holistic physician who really helped her."

I remembered picking her up from yoga last weekend. I glanced into the window; the studio was empty. I knew it was the right place because of the yoga candle on a table in the background. I found her outside the studio, locked in conversation.

Her yoga girlfriend had seen a Doctor of Osteopathy (DO) instead of a medical doctor (MD) for her recurring abdominal pain. She told my fiancé how this DO doesn't take insurance but is willing to do house calls for a reasonable rate. What I didn't know was her yoga friend also warned her his techniques were invasive and required full nudity.

In the intense conversation outside the studio, she asked her girlfriend, "Are you sure vaginal massage is a legitimate medical treatment? It sounds shady."

"I felt the same way, so I looked up Kegel exercises and pelvic floor therapy. It's an overlooked way to treat much of the abdominal pain women experience. The key is finding a licensed and experienced therapist."

"But can't you find a woman pelvic therapist?"

"I tried, but no one came close to the results this DO is achieving. I must warn you again, if you require a pelvic floor massage, it will be really intense. You won't be able to hold back your emotions. You'll need to be mentally prepared."

"You're scaring me now."

"It's not painful; I mean, you may orgasm. I put aside my guilt and embarrassment. It was actually quite thrilling. More importantly, it really worked; I am pain-free without drugs."

She was anxious to deal with her problem, "Maybe it's time to put aside modesty and deal with whatever is required."

Her yoga friend suggested, "Let's have coffee tomorrow and we can discuss in more detail."

As we walked to the car, I asked, "That looked like an intense discussion; everything ok?"

"Girl stuff, don't be nosy."

She wasn't sure about how much to tell me. She omitted penetration therapy from any description of treatment options. I was skeptical from the start. I wanted to be supportive; I didn't want her to take desperate risks. We started our own research on osteopathic medicine and the DO her friend recommended.

We confirmed DOs get similar training and education as MDs but have a more holistic approach to health care. The recommended DO is local and has all relevant medical certifications. His website offered an explanation for not taking traditional insurance. It stated he was able to offer patient care at a reasonable cost without carrying the overhead of expensive staffing and facilities. There was an option to arrange an appointment in a shared facility or a house call. There was no mention of pelvic muscle therapy on his website.

The next day at the local coffee bar the two yoga friends were locked in conversation again.

"What did you really mean by putting aside guilt and embarrassment?"

"I wasn't looking for sex, but being alone with this doctor triggered one of my secret fantasies. You're like me, career-oriented, always in control, and confident. My secret fantasy was to let it all go, submit to someone else's full control."

"You know from the time I hit puberty, I was always told control my thoughts, be guarded, never vulnerable."

"What if you had license to surrender self-control go in secret? What if you could be vulnerable, be under the control of a stranger, submit without restrictions?"

"I'm not sure I would want that."

"You don't really know if you don't until you try it. You're in a great relationship but to really know yourself and be a full partner you should explore suppressed inner thoughts. The erotic beauty of anticipation and longing, of exposing all insecurities and desires."

"I want relief from pain and migraines. Not a sexual transformation."

"That's what I thought; but if you call this doctor and meet him in private, a door will open. I want you to be ready. The cool thing is you can try as much as you want and back out at any time. Your time with him is strictly private and confidential. Most importantly, the pelvic therapy works wonders. All I'm saying is there's an opportunity for self-discovery if you allow it."

She contacted him the next day and made arrangements for a house call. She asked her fiancé to chaperone, in case she didn't feel comfortable alone with the DO.

The House Call

A couple of days later, the scheduled visit was in place. I arrived early to help clean up her place. For the examination, she preferred her guestroom, as her bedroom was too personal a space. She never asked if I wanted to be present during her examination. I figured this was up to her.

As I was cleaning up, I remembered the pet cameras. I already moved one back to its original box, but I thought, "As a measure of security, I should reactivate and reposition them."

But guilt got to me: "No video without her permission."

The guilt didn't last; I reasoned he is a stranger. For her protection, I needed to have a means of checking on her. As long as everything seemed above board, I could leave the cameras off.

She was frantic and stressed when she arrived home, and I never got to tell her about the active cameras. "I didn't think I was going to make it home in time. I was so busy at work, and traffic was horrible."

"Relax. You got home in time, and I cleaned up the place for you."

The knock at the door startled us. At the door stood a tall, attractive man carrying a black bag. I invited him in with trepidation. She had already retreated to the bedroom to refresh herself and left us a few minutes to introduce ourselves.

His presence was naturally calming. He asked about my role in the relationship and began assuring me he was very sensitive to all concerns. He had dark eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a blue polo shirt with his name followed by the initials DO on the front. It was easy to see he was well built with broad shoulders, muscular biceps and toned abs.

He mentioned to me all the rules of HIPAA applied to house calls; his policy was the patient dictated all aspects of the visit. I had to admit I was calmed by his professionalism. He seemed so sincere, but I still worried about having him spend time alone with my fiancé.

It was like he could read my mind. He looked straight at me and said, "I know how concerning it is to allow a stranger to treat your loved one. I assure you, I am a fully competent medical professional. If for any reason you or your fiancé feel uncomfortable, let me know."

She walked back in the kitchen wearing a clean blouse and the same business suit she had worn that day. She looked professional but so unhappy as if she was about to be punished. He rose up and introduced himself. He repeated everything we had spoken about. Patting her hand, he assured her he would try everything in his knowledge to find a solution for her. As he spoke, she relaxed and almost smiled. He didn't rush; this wasn't a quick check-up. He seemed content to allow her time to process the house call.

He walked her through how he'd take her history and use this to determine what type of examination and tests were necessary. He didn't bring up nudity or the fact a nurse wasn't present with him, and I didn't think to open the issues.

Finally, he asked her, "How would you like my evaluation to proceed? It's completely up to you."

I felt awkward; he was speaking directly to her as if I wasn't present. She could sense my discomfort and turned to me, "I think I can handle this. I need you to wait here for me."

"Whatever you think is best, I'll be in the kitchen in case you need me."

He turned to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Most evaluations only take 15 minutes depending on what we find. I'll let you know if we need anything."

She led him towards the guestroom and asked if he needed anything before getting started. He grabbed his bag and told her everything he needed was in his bag. He stepped in and flipped on the light; she looked back at me for a second and shut the door.

My heart sunk as I heard the click. All I could think about was getting my laptop and turning on the cameras. I reached in my bag and took a position facing the guestroom. I didn't want them to walk out and see my laptop screen. I remembered the system had an audio-only feature. I decided it wouldn't be a full violation of her privacy if I only listened in.

Headphones in place I connected to the system. The audio was faint, but I could make out the conversation. It sounded like a routine summary of her health history. I could make out some of the routine questions.

"Date of your last menstrual cycle?"

"Mother's history of cancer?"

"Current birth control method?"

"Have you ever had an abortion?"

"Pain during intercourse?"

"Anal intercourse?"

"Multiple active sexual partners?" (What? She said no, thankfully.)

"Regular breast exams?"

"Last OB/GYN examination and pap smear?"

His calm and reassuring voice sounded hypnotic. She was tense at first, but the more they spoke, the more she relaxed. I started to regret listening and turned off the audio. I needed to pass time and started to check my work emails.

Inside the guest room, the DO was going over the examination with her, "I recommend we do a general health screening and visual pelvic assessment as part of your treatment. You look to be in good health and have not borne children, but the pelvic floor holds everything in place. The pelvic muscle group can be problematic at any stage and most of the time the source of abdominal pain like yours"

"What do I have to do?"

"You'll agree to an examination and possibly an internal treatment of the muscle group. The exam part is similar to your OB/GYN checkup without a pap smear. The internal part is done through the vagina and anus. For the best results, you'll be nude for both."

- "I should add internal muscular treatments are highly invasive, but not painful. And you can request a nurse to monitor, but we'd have to schedule one."

She didn't want to put this off any longer. "I understand and concede we proceed tonight."

I lost track of time, and still no word from them. The condo was quiet; I wanted to get up and stand by the guestroom door, but didn't. I turned the audio back on.

I heard him say, "Relax..." and lost the audio.

In a panic, I turned on the video. I was relieved to see he was listening to her lungs through his stethoscope. She was sitting on the corner of the bed, facing him. He was seated on a chair, his bag open on the nightstand. I noticed her suit jacket was draped over a chair and her shoes were off. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned and I could see she wore of her fancier bras; her hair was in a bun.

I was about to turn off the feed when I noticed a candle in the background. I thought it looked like one of those scented candles they use at her yoga studio. The audio came back on.

"Are you doing regular breast self-examinations?"

"Not very often."

Suddenly, I lost both the audio and video feeds. I rechecked my WIFI connection and rebooted my laptop. Both the audio and video returned. There must have been an initial poor connection because the audio now sounded very clear, and the video looked like 4K.

I scanned the cameras. One showed her from the back; she had both sets of fingers laced together behind her head. I switched to the side view; I could see her blouse was fully unbuttoned. I switched to the front view; her front clasp bra was undone and her beautiful breasts stood at attention right in front of him.

Her nipples were aroused; she didn't look embarrassed. Her eyes followed his movements as he carefully prodded each breast in a circular motion. He seemed to push at the sides and watch their response to his palpitations. He wasn't wearing gloves and had a blank expression on his face, intensely concentrating on his work.

I closed the screen in anger. "What did you think? Was there really a way to examine a grown woman without nudity?"

I realized if I couldn't handle it, I shouldn't have watched. I reminded myself; he is a medical professional. Still, the thought of him fondling her breasts consumed me. I wanted to leave the kitchen but knew I was committed to staying.

I got up, went to the bathroom, and washed my face in cold water. I thought I could hear their voices in the guestroom. It sounded like a chant. I rushed back to the kitchen, opened the laptop, and returned to the feed.