***Molly's Master has booked her in for a medical examination with a difference - this one is intended to make her blush! The doctor makes her squat down for a urine sample, spread her legs for anal, and then guzzle down every intimate liquid he can find - and she just keeps getting wetter!***
The doctor smiled slightly as he looked out of his window toward the girl hesitating on the front steps of the intimidating-looking building his office was in. The girl held in her hands an official-looking medical appointment card which had been slightly crumpled from her nerves, but the man knew better than to adjust his devious plans. She might not know it yet, but Molly's Master had booked her up for this particular doctor's examination for a reason -- she got off on humiliation.
She walked inside the building and the doctor flicked his eyes to his computer monitor, watching the security camera feed as the girl signed in at the front desk.
The receptionist was a no-nonsense woman and he could see that she was handing Molly a thick glass specimen tube with no explanation, as instructed. He smiled as he watched her conflicted reaction as she tried to decide whether or not she was meant to provide a urine sample in advance of going in, or whether it was for something else.
He watched the girl squirm her way over to a seat, the tube now hidden in her hands as though it was a dirty secret. Every now and again she would glance down at the vial-like tube and blush, clearly still torn as to whether she should take initiative and walk in with a piping hot tube of urine.
However, before she could decide which was less embarrassing, he pressed the intercom button. "Molly, I am now ready to see you in Appointment Room One."
The doctor smiled as she jumped up and hurried down the short corridor with a cute nervous excitement.
He watched his screen until she was out of view of the camera, and then slowly turned his chair around to face the door. He smiled at her timid knock.
"Come in." His voice was intimidating and brusque, designed to make her squirm every bit as much as the forthcoming examination.
She slowly opened the door and he busied himself with paperwork.
He glanced up at her and let his eyes run over her body, enjoying the hot blush it brought to her cheeks.
She hesitated near the door and he let her stand there, enjoying her self-conscious squirms out of the corner of his eye as he continued to preoccupy himself with his paperwork.
With slightly uncertain steps she walked across the room toward him and perched on the edge of the chair opposite him, almost as though she still wasn't sure whether she was in the right place.
He grabbed a pair of gloves and looked up, watching her watch him as he slowly pulled them on over his fingers. "Hello, Molly, I'm Doctor Duncan."
She looked up at him curiously. "Is that your first name or your surname?"
"It's what you will call me."
She looked down at her feet. "Yes, sorry Doctor."
He smiled slightly and scooted his chair toward her like a dentist before tilting her head back with a hand. She opened her mouth in surprise and he pushed two gloved fingers into her mouth, gratified that her natural response was to accept his fingers, even though she looked up at him with slightly wide eyes.
Using his fingers, he explored her mouth as though in examination, his movements so deliberate and dominant that she clearly couldn't help but submit to his probing fingers as she sat still beneath him.
She was blushing hard now and clearly trying not to look up at him. But the more she tried not to stare the more her eyes were drawn to him as he continued to casually explore her mouth.
He withdrew his fingers and pulled off the slightly sticky gloves. "Good girl."
Molly smiled slightly, clearly pleased to have satisfied him.
"Now, lift your top up for me, I want to listen to your chest." He grabbed a stethoscope and threw it around his neck in a very doctorly way.
She did a double take. But, as he watched her expectantly, she started to self-consciously pull the lower half of her top up, clearly unable to keep him waiting.
He put the cold stethoscope just below her bra and she jumped as it touched her skin so close to her breasts.
"Breathe in."
Molly did as she was told with innocent obedience. As a submissive she responded well to hierarchy, and doctors outranked patients.
"That's right -- and breathe out."
She let out a long breath while looking up at him. He was priming her to accept his instructions, and she was clearly responding well to it.
He smiled, enjoying her natural submissiveness as she waited on him for his next command. "Breathe in and hold it. That's right." He pushed Molly's top up further, exposing her bra and she squirmed slightly but didn't try to stop him.
He pressed the stethoscope against her left breast just over her heart and listened, testing her obedience as she continued to hold her breath for him.
As her body became more desperate for air she made a little whimpering sound, but he held up his hand and she stilled.
He could hear her heart hammering in her chest as she fought to do as he said. She started to struggle, her eyes wide as she felt herself come close to failing.
He smiled. "And breathe out." His voice was calm, as though he hadn't made her hold her breath until she almost passed out.
Molly panted to get her breath back as he moved the stethoscope around to her back. "Hmm, actually, I think it would be easier if you removed your top completely."
He saw the subtle shiver of excitement run through her body as she unthinkingly stripped off her top, perhaps finding this easier because he was now behind her. But, while she did it without question, her movements became much more self-conscious.
He enjoyed the way she tried to cover herself in front of him. It was a game -- if he wanted to, he could easily overpower her and strip her off. She knew it too -- how fragile the pretence of her having a say over what happened to her body. But, right at this second it was more fun to make her do it herself -- to really make her squirm!
He took the top from her and wheeled his chair back a little to deposit it on his desk, making it clear that he had no intention of having her put it back on in a hurry.
He hung his stethoscope back around his neck. "Shoes and socks off. I need to weigh you."
Molly nodded and bent to unfasten her shoes, blushing a little at how the position pushed her breasts up, causing them to bulge invitingly from the top of her bra as he wheeled his chair back around in front of her.
She ran over toward the scales but hesitated by his desk, clearly debating whether or not she should put her top back on.
"Good thinking. Remove your skirt as well -- the less you are wearing, the more accurate your weight will be."
Molly opened her mouth to say something but then clearly thought better of it and swallowed instead, squirming as she removed her skirt.
The front of her knickers was clearly a little moist and clung slightly to her chubby cleft. The doctor licked his lips a little to show her that her arousal had not gone unnoticed, but swept his hand toward the scales like a gentleman.
Molly blushed and moved to stand on them, her hands self-consciously folded over her semi-naked body.
