I fidgeted with my fingers. I was so nervous, I almost felt nauseated. I sat on a bench in a park. The surroundings were pleasant, but my thoughts weren't. After one and a half months' silence, I had received a SMS from my master, the young doctor. The text had only included the date and time and words: "Lakeside Park. The bench by the statue. Just play along." I had replied and pointed out that changing locations wasn't a part of our agreement. He didn't reply. He knew I would come.
I had arrived at least ten minutes early. Now it was fifteen minutes past the appointed time. A few people had passed me, but there still was no sign of the master. Was he testing me? A tall man was approaching the bench. Suddenly, my heart jumped more than it should have. I knew that tall figure. It was the so-called Dr. Strange, with whom I'd already had an intimate encounter. He was wearing a light, smart-looking long coat and looked as good as ever with his neatly cut blonde hair and striking, narrow light-blue eyes. His boyish smile made me melt as he extended his hand and said with a deep voice, "Shall we go."
Walking hand in hand with Dr. Strange actually felt quite nice. The summer had turned to autumn, but the air was still pleasantly warm. We walked by the beautiful lakeside and his large hand felt warm in my hand. An elderly couple passed us, looking at us and smiling. I realized we probably looked like a cute, happy couple who were still in love after years of marriage. I felt good. However, I was reminded of the reality of the situation as I felt Dr. Strange's thumb rub the palm of my hand lightly. It was a subtle move, but it sent electricity down my spine. There was not going to be romance for me today.
We had been walking by the lakeside for about fifteen minutes when Dr. Strange took a turn towards a suburb nearby. In five minutes, we were in front of a small building that had a sign, "Petty Oaks Clinic". That's a strange name, I thought, as Dr. Strange quickly used a key card and led me in. We were in a long corridor. He opened one of the doors and went inside. I followed. The room was a standard examination room with a table, a computer, some shelves, some medical equipment and an examination bed. There was a bathroom attached.
Dr. Strange pointed towards the bathroom and said, "Go get changed."
I knew what was expected of me. In the bathroom, I changed into the nurse outfit, which had been delivered to me two weeks prior with a note written in my master's handwriting. It had said, "No touching yourself until we meet." Seeing the outfit had really made me want to touch myself, but I was obedient.
The outfit was sexy, but not completely outrageous, more like a slightly slutty Halloween costume. I started by putting on a small white crop top and on top of it a white crop blazer with one button. Then I added white light silk panties and a flowy white mini skirt. I finished the look with thin white thigh-high socks, white tennis shoes and a nurse's cap, which was actually more like a clip-on hair decoration than a cap.
I looked in the mirror. My stomach was bare and my skin was showing between the hem of the mini skirt and socks. I looked naughty. The crop top was especially daring. It covered by breasts -- or more accurately, it covered my breasts if I stood straight, but it was so short and loose-fitting that I could easily end up revealing more if I moved. Luckily, for now, I had the blazer on top of it. Nevertheless, I had no more time to stare at myself, but had to do the finishing touches.
While I corrected my make-up, I thought about the chosen location of the rendezvous. Choosing a clinic, which obviously was the workplace of Dr. Strange, seemed awfully risky to me. Even though the clinic seemed to be closed for the weekend, an employee could come by to retrieve something they forgot, or a cleaner could show up. And, most likely, there were security cameras and possibly a security guard could come by to check on things. On the other hand, certainly my master and Dr. Strange were smart enough to take precautions. I was just overanalyzing.
My thoughts were disrupted when I heard Dr. Strange's voice coming from the examination room, "Nurse, are you ready?"
"Yes, sir," I replied through the door, collected my things and stepped out.
The first thing my eyes fell on was my master. With his wavy brown hair as untamable as ever, he looked at me with his "constantly pissed of" facial expression, his blue eyes as sharp and transfixing as ever. He was wearing his doctor's coat, which fit his slim body perfectly. Well, even a potato bag would fit him, a thought crossed my mind. Alongside my master stood Dr. Strange with his arms crossed and wearing his professional outfit as well. For a while, none of us spoke. Both doctors looked at me -- or rather, it felt like they observed me.
Finally, Dr. Strange spoke, "We heard you've had some health problems as of late, nurse."
I was a bit confused at first, but then remembered the instruction "just play along", and replied, "I -uh- yes, sir."
"You can call me Mr. Doctor or sir," Dr. Strange replied and looked at me with a slight smile on his face.
"Yes, Mr. Doctor," I replied, wondering what was to come.
Dr. Strange went on, "Good. I have discreetly discussed with my colleague here about your case and taken it is rather unusual, we'd like to use it as a case-study -- anonymously of course. Both my colleague and I would be present during the examination. Would you be willing to consent to that?"
"Yes, sir," I replied, as it was all I could do at the moment.
Dr. Strange resumed, "Good, let's go over your case briefly so that we know we're on the same page. Based on the documentation, you have shown extreme mental and physical stress when your husband has tried to approach you intimately. The symptoms suddenly appeared three months ago, and actually your husband finally engouraged you to get examined, because he was worried about both you and your relationship. Is that correct?"
"Yes, sir, " I replied.
So, I was a married nurse now. I wondered why they bothered to cook up such an elaborate story for what was obviously going to be some kind of sexual role play, but I wasn't in a position to ask.
"As a primary hypothesis, we suspect frigidity, but we'd like to examine you a bit more to ascertain the diagnosis and the possible causes behind your ailment. As a medical professional, I'm sure you understand?" Dr. Strange asked with that slight smile that was probably meant to make me at ease, but actually made more butterflies form in my stomach.
"Yes, sir, certainly, sir," I replied, playing along.
"Good. I'll be the one examining you and my colleague here will do the recording," Dr. Strange said lightly.
"Recording!!", I thought. Would there be another dirty film of me?
My thoughts were disrupted as Dr. Strange asked, "Could you remove your shoes and the blazer and sit on the examination bed, please."
I complied without a word. As I bent over to remove the shoes, I could see both doctors staring at me from the corner of my eye. Their gaze didn't drop as I removed the blazer. Extremely self-aware, I sat on the bed, straightened my back and braced myself. My master was looking at me from behind his colleague. I tried to read his eyes but gathered nothing.
I The basic examination
I was sitting on the examination bed, suddenly more aware of how revealing the crop top actually was. Luckily, the mini skirt was long enough to be relatively decent even now that I was sitting down.
