"The doctor will see you now," the assistant said.
My wife and I followed her shapely ass as she led us to the office down the hall.
She knocked once and opened the door to the doctor's office. He was sitting at his desk on the phone. He indicated for us to sit down and for his assistant to wait.
He hung up. "Anne, since this is my last appointment, why don't you head off. Just lock the front door."
She smiled and nodded. As she closed the door, I thought she looked at me and smirked.
The doctor stood up and approached my wife, Beth. He slowly looked her up and down.
"Welcome. I am Doctor Johnson. Please call me Sean." He offered her his hand.
Beth smiled and even blushed. Dr. Johnson was any girl's dream doctor: tall, trim, young, obviously in good shape, handsome, and black.
He sat on the edge of her desk. "What can I do for you today?"
"Well," my wife began, and seemed flustered. "My husband and I want to make sure that things are all, well, ok, if you know what I mean."
He smiled, too, and that reassured her.
"Yes, I will be more than happy to give you an examination. Is there anything in particular you are concerned about? Do you have discomfort when you have sex, or anything?"
"No, nothing like that," Beth said. "We, haven't...I mean...it's just that..."
He tilted his head. "Please don't be embarrassed about anything. You are obviously a beautiful young woman who should be enjoying life to the fullest." He stood and took off his white examination coat.
His shoulders were broad and he was not overly muscular, but I knew he was strong, and I knew under his tight shirt was a six pack of abs.
"Since you were given an appointment, I assume you are living a particular lifestyle, and there is nothing you can say that will embarrass you or me. Please, I encourage you to be honest, since that is the best way I can help you."
He smiled again at her and she smiled back and held his eyes for a minute. Or two.
Too long, at any rate.
"Would it be easier for me to ask questions?" he finally asked.
She nodded.
"Ok. Someone recommended me to you, correct? Can you tell me who?"
"My mother-in-law."
That was new to me.
"And you are having some trouble in your marriage's sex life, right?"
She nodded.
"Your husband's penis is too small to satisfy you, right?"
She didn't flinch. "Yes."
"You are in a female-led relationship, right?"
I hadn't heard it put that way, but it was true.
"Yes," she said proudly.
"That's wonderful! It's about time married white women asserted themselves properly," he said. "So let's make sure that your husband does only what you ask, alright? He is to take direction from you only."
She nodded.
"Your pet does satisfy you orally, though, right?"
We both didn't understand.
He chuckled. "Sometimes it helps to think of your husband as a pet, that is, something you give orders to after he has been trained properly. We've found that married white men with small penises often respond very well psychologically if they are treated a certain way. Like a pet, you see. He doesn't get everything he wants and must be trained to respond to you or risk punishment. We've also found that these type men crave discipline and order. They thrive on certainty and knowing the rules."
He loosened and took off his tie.
"So, does your pet satisfy you orally?"
Beth glanced at me like she saw a fly go by. "Most of the time, I guess."
Dr. Sean looked troubled. "Most of the time is not acceptable. I will give you some literature to correct some of his bad behaviors."
He stood up and walked over to Beth.
"I'm really ticked off that he wouldn't make it his priority to satisfy a beautiful young woman like you." He took her arms and pulled her up. Then he gently began to unbutton her shirt and pulled it completely open to expose her magnificent breasts in their bra.
He smirked when he saw the key on the chain around her neck.
"Very good." He sat back on his desk. "Please have your pet remove your clothing."
I started to move, but he was so fast I didn't see it coming and he smacked the side of my head so hard I saw stars.
"You move when your mistress tells you, understand pussyboy?" he growled.
I nodded.
"Honey, please take my clothes off," she whispered, all the while looking at the doctor.
I did as she asked.
"You are truly a gorgeous woman," he said smiling broadly.
Beth is gorgeous: tall, blond, luscious, lithe, sexy, confident. She has a smile that knocks men out, beautiful c-cup perky boobs, an incredible flat stomach, she shaves her pussy hair, and loves sex.
He reached over to her and picked up the key on the chain.
"I assume your pet is caged?"
She nodded.
"And the reason for that is?"
"Well, it's the only way I could stop him from masturbating all the time,"
"Yes, that's what I thought. Research has shown that married white men with small penises do masturbate excessively, to the point of ignoring their partner's needs." He shook his head. "It's really quite ridiculous, especially in your case."
He let the key fall.
"From now on when he comes here, your pet will need to remove his clothes at the front door, since he won't be tempted to masturbate when he sees Annie." He chuckled.
Beth smiled at the doctor. "Honey, take your clothes off. Pets don't wear clothes."
I didn't have much to remove. Beth chooses my clothes. Shirt, shorts, shoes, were all off in a flash.
