After driving around for 30 minutes, trying not to think of my cock that's was throbbing in my shorts, plump and hard and the leather cockring locked on didn't help my situation. I'd shift my cock around in my short, but every time I moved around in the driver's seat, I found myself grinding on it, feeling the buttplug tickling my insides. I swear I was going to get pulled over for during under the influence.
I parked at the student health center a half hour before my appointment. I sat there, digging through my glove box, just to keep myself occupied, my mind off my cock. It worked a little, because my glove box was filthy with pens that didn't work, expired registration cards, etc. After 15 minutes, I went in and checked in at the front counter.
After I give the pudgy woman behind the counter my info, she stared at her computer monitor and said, "Looks like Norah already commented that she wants you back for a follow up. I can schedule you now, because Norah like her freaks."
I felt my face burn up, I thought I was going to pass out. "Whaa -- excuse me?"
"I said, 'Norah's free next week.' Or since it's Friday, did you want to check your schedule first then call for an appointment?"
"Uh, yeah. I'll call to make an appointment."
"Okay, you can have a seat."
I sat on the padded bench, playing with my smartphone and cleaning out my emails, but it felt like such a chore, taking so much effort to concentrate on my phone as the wall clock ticked by, every second echoing in my brain. I jolted upright as the door opened and someone called my name.
It was Jessica. She narrowed her eyes at me and stifled a smile. She led me back down the hall to the examination room. I was on her heels, walking fast as if I racing to the bathroom with a full bladder. Once safely behind the closed door, I relaxed and looked at her with pleading eyes. She said one word.
"Strip."
I literally tore off my t-shirt and shorts. She pulled out a plastic shopping bag and held it open.
"Everything. Shoes, socks, put it all in the bag."
I stood there naked, with a locked leather cockring on and a buttplug firmly in my hole in front of this delicious twenty something girl with perky tits and shapely ass hidden by thin sweatpants and a dainty t-shirt.
She motioned me up on the examination table where I lied down on my back, my ass partially hanging off the edge.
I heard a voice talking outside the door. It was Norah, but was she talking to someone else? Was someone else coming in the room?
The door opened and Norah was on her cellphone, chuckling.
"In for a dollar, in for a pound, eh? A dog pound! Speaking of which, he's right here. Talk to you later, Stacey." She stashed the phone in the pocket of her white doctor's coat and looked at me.
"Well, look at you." She lifted up my cock and ran her finger on the cockring, inspecting its tightness. "Good." She tugged at the lock, making sure it was secure. "Mmmm, good." She tugged on the plug, rotating it around my ass, making me spread my legs more. "Very nice. There's hope for you yet."