Part 4 The Exam

Dr. Erikson logs into the computer and begins to scan through the nurse's data and comments. I watch her from atop the cushioned exam table as she reaches back and begins to pull her long red hair into a pony tail and then twist the tail around and around, finally pinning it to the back of her head using a thin wooden skewer, all the while scanning the computerized file on her screen. I had thought the doctor beautiful before, but now, with her hair pinned up and her slender neck exposed, she's even more enticing.

Finally she turns and looks up at me. "So you're Roxanne's subbie hubbie?"

Is that what I am? A subbie hubbie? Hmmm, it sounds sort of comical...subbie hubbie...sort of feminine maybe. Not sure that's the image I wish to project. I may have a submissive nature, but I'm still a man. This big penis locked in this cage ought to...oh, well, um...

"I asked you a question, subbie."

I lift my head to see Dr. Erikson standing there, hands on hips, looking at me with some intent. Her white lab coat hangs open in front, displaying the clothes underneath. She's wearing a coral colored cotton blouse with the top four buttons undone, over a silky white camisole. The undergarment is cut in a low lacy vee, exposing her ample cleavage. Her breasts strain against the fabric of the blouse, pulling slightly on the remaining buttons that hold the two front panels together. Below that is a matching skirt, the hem ending at mid thigh, her legs bare underneath.

"Um, I guess..." I stammer, feeling somewhat intimidated under the scrutiny of her forest green eyes.

The doctor takes hold of the leash and pulls it tight. "Don't be looking me in the eye, subbie. You have those eyes down when you're in my presence and address me correctly or your mistress will not get a good report. You've already caused quite a commotion here today."

The redhead takes another step closer, holding the leash taut. I look down as instructed but that directs my gaze straight down the front of her blouse. Her breasts are larger than Roxanne's and from this vantage point it's obvious they're not restrained by a bra. Oh crap, does no one around this place own a frikkin' bra?! I try to avert my eyes but even that seems awkward and insinuates that I had looked down her blouse.

"I apologize, ma'am," I say, hoping that's an appropriate response.

"Much better."

I see her hands come up towards my head and I shirk back slightly. "Easy boy, I won't hurt you," she says.

The comment makes me blush as I wonder if it's meant like boy - a child, or boy - a dog or animal. I've already been referred to as a cur today, and this being a woman's clinic it's not beyond the realm of possibility to assume that some of the women here think all men are dogs.

The doctor's warm fingers begin to explore the flesh under my jaws, feeling for lymph nodes and when locating them, gently palpating. They trace along my jaw towards my mouth so lightly it's almost erotic. I try to keep my mind off the sensation of her gentle touch but my cock is already responding.

My eyes have once again returned to the heavenly sight of her breasts. I can't help but to look. Her command to have my eyes down is forcing the arousing view upon me and I wonder if she realizes the discomfort this is causing me? How can she? I see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, tiny sparkles glistening on her flesh from some sort of glitter she has adorned herself with. The sight is not good for my confined state, as a real urgency has begun to develop beneath my baby blue gown. I look away again, hoping to avoid further discomfort but knowing it's far too late for that.

"Open."

Her hand is on my jaw and I open my mouth wide so she may inspect within. A wooden stick presses against my tongue and is re-adjusted slightly so that it's inserted deeply and pressed hard against my flesh.

"Ahhh," she says.

"Ahhh," I respond, trying to keep my gag reflex under control. The stick is removed and I relax my jaw.

"Look up," she instructs and I lift my eyes to see her holding a penlight that she uses to check pupil dilation. "Good boy." She turns off the light. "Rotate your head." I comply. "Any pain?"

"No ma'am."

"I'll check your lungs now." She takes the stethoscope from around her neck and places the ends in her ears. I feel the cold surface of the instrument press against the bare skin of my back as a warm and gentle hand rests on my bare thigh. I glance over at Dr. Erikson and see that her eyes are closed as she listens intently to my lungs drawing air. Nothing is meant by her touch, and assuming her clients are regularly female, she probably lays her hand there out of habit to calm her patients.

It has the opposite effect on me as the touch of her hand on my bare leg sends jolts of pleasure to my brain. Such a little thing to be sure, but the combination of three days of excruciating stimulation by my Mistress and the events of this day serve to arouse me almost instantly to painful fullness.

I grip the sides of table as the stethoscope is moved across my back, by now the ties holding the gown lay loosely along my sides, my bare backside exposed for her inspection. Dr. Erikson is leaning in close now, the scent of her perfume wafting in the air around me, the warmth of her bosom radiating against my chilled shoulder.

"Hmmm," she says softly and leans to her left, bringing the stethoscope around to my chest, still so close to me that her smock rubs against the sleeve of my gown and pulls away slightly, allowing the crisp fabric of her blouse to touch my arm. I feel the firmness of her breast as she leans lightly against me to get the right position with her instrument. She's trying to locate one specific location on my chest with the round flat end of her instrument and I pray to God that she finds it soon.

"Your breathing is very shallow, subbie. Can you take some deep breaths, please? Will you do that for me?" Her voice is calm and soothing, but it cannot still my heart. I wonder how she can hear anything through that device other than the thumping within my chest as my heart threatens to explode.

"Yes ma'am," I respond, remembering my place and desperately hoping that a good report on my behavior can be given Roxanne when she arrives. I breathe in deeply and exhale several times.

"Okay, that's fine. Your lungs sound very good, just lay back now, here you go." I feel her hand on my shoulder, guiding me down onto the cushy table, the paper cover crackling under me as I lay back.

Her hand moves up my thigh and I instinctively move to counter, but she counters my counter. "Almost done subbie. I know it's embarrassing but..." Her fingers touch the CB-6000.

"What's this then?" She lifts the hem of the gown and I feel faint. "Oh subbie, you've been hiding this all along? Oh my, you're in a terrible state aren't you?" I feel her fingers touching the chastity device, pressure at the head of my penis, and then her fingers come to my head.

"You're dripping all over the place, clean please." She brings her gloved fingers to my lips and I automatically open my mouth to allow them in, closing around them to suck them clean of my seepage. This is repeated several times, the musky salty taste lingering in my mouth.

Her hand returns to my scrotum and I tense as her fingers palpate my testicles.

"Any pain here, subbie?" Dr. Erikson asks. The fingers of her right hand continue to palpate my hairless testicles while her left hand holds the flimsy gown up so that she can see my crotch.

"Owwww!" I cry out as I feel her fingers grasp my sack and squeeze my testicles.

"Answer my question, subbie." The tone of her voice is harsher, but a smile returns to her face and she releases the pressure.

"No, ma'am," I answer quickly. I look at the ceiling, red in the face from the sensations her caressing are creating in my genitals, and knowing that she's looking under the gown at my cock, straining against the CB-6000.

To put into words how completely overloaded my senses are seems impossible. I can barely think, and simply lie on the table, limp. Images of the past two hours flash through my consciousness like a slide show out of order. I see Sunflower, sticking her tongue out at me, I see Roxanne's legs working the brake and clutch pedals, I see Nia leaning over and the sight of her perky breasts, I see Legs...oh god, Legs bound naked to the gynecologist' chair, I see a pink Vampire Girl at the end of a leash, again - my mistress pointing her finger at the clinic ordering me to go inside.

I close my eyes tightly, trying to block out the images.

Just then there's a knock at the door and it opens slowly. I'm too delirious to even care who it is. Let the entire staff come in and see me, I don't care. Parade me through the hallways naked, make me crawl from room to room, it's of no concern to me now, such has been my humiliation today.

"How's it going, Samantha? Is he behaving?"

I open my eyes and turn my head at the sound of Roxanne's voice and my cock spasms involuntarily, painfully, ejecting a small squirt of semen. My hands go to cover myself but are arrested by the doctor.

"We've had some problems with him, but overall he's been a very good boy."

Mistress moves to stand near Dr. Erikson. "I thought you said you'd see him at three o'clock?" she says in a whisper, trying not to let me hear.

"No, I said you should come at three o'clock, and you're early," the redhead whispers back.

"But I...you know, his chastity and all, I was going to..."

"Shhh, it's okay, it wasn't in my way."

I can sense some consternation in Roxanne's voice. This worries me as, up until now, she seemed to have such a firm grasp on my safety and the events of the tasks she's given me.

The doctor, who is still holding my arms at my sides, says, "How long have you had him in this thing?" She releases my arms and pulls a paper towel from the dispenser and begins to clean the end of the CB-6000 where I had discharged.

"This will be his third day, right Danny?" Roxanne is standing next to me now, looking down at me, a lovely smile on her face. One hand touches my shoulder and the other my arm. All is right in my world now as I feel her close to me, protecting me.

"Yes mistress, three days."

"It's too long, really, for this type of device," Dr. Erikson says as she presses the foot pedal of the trashcan and discards the paper towel. "I recommend something less severe for long term chastity. There are many models that will prevent masturbation while allowing for full extension without pain. This model is excellent for punishment but punishment should never be a long-term event. Okay?"

Even now, I'm the beautiful doctor's patient. She's dictating her recommendations as if she's telling a parent what type of medicine should be used to cure an ailment, or what the best treatment is for a particular condition.

Roxanne looks up at the doctor and shrugs. "I think I may have gotten carried away," she confesses. Her hand goes into the pocket of her skirt and comes out with the key.

"Let's meet for lunch this week and have a talk. I know some of this is new to you, so let's get together and talk about safety and I can give you some ideas on restraints and chastity products."

"That would be great, Sam." I see that sparkle in her eyes that tells me she's excited.

"Oooo, look at you baby," Roxy coos as she disengages the locking mechanism of my personal hell and slides it off of my cock. I feel her hands massaging my cock and I lift my hips to meet her.

"Now, now, subbie, let's finish your exam first so we can move on to more fun things," the doctor says as she pats my leg and holds my arm upward, pulling slightly so that I understand she wishes me to rise.

Fun things? What the hell does that mean? I just want to go home now. I look over at Roxanne but she's standing with her arms folded and I sort of know what that stance means and I lower my gaze again.

I'm guided off of the table and turned so that I'm facing it. The doctor places her hands on my shoulders and presses me forward.

"Just bend at the waist, subbie, there you go, hands towards the far end, good boy, legs spread a little wider. I need to check your prostate and then that should about do it for your exam."

I bend over the table and lay my upper torso down onto it, extending my arms towards the far end while moving my legs further apart. I feel the doctor's hands at my ankle and then the feel of something being placed around it. I don't want to be cuffed like this and I start to lift myself up but Roxanne is there beside me with her hand on my bare back.

"You've sort of sucked as my imitation dildo," she says, although I know that's untrue and said merely to humiliate me, "so I've decided you'll be my fuck-toy again. But it won't be in name only as it was before."

Holy shit! Her words send a chill through my body. Is this a mind fuck, or she really going to rape me in the ass? Her face gives no clues. This is pretty elaborate if it's a mind fuck. I shake my head, no, but she just pats me on the back and smiles. Oh fuck, it's "that" smile...the smile I get when things are going to get extreme. I don't want extreme right now! I struggle to lift myself up but with the two of them holding me I'm not in the best position to raise myself up and I feel my other ankle being strapped to the bottom of the exam table.

The red haired doctor presses a button on an intercom panel and says, "We're ready for the blood work in Room 8." She returns to the head of the table where she reaches down and brings two wrist cuffs up and over the end, towards my outstretched hands.

This has really gone far enough. I push myself up and pull my arms away from the doctor only to have her reach over and grasp the one closest to her firmly. Somewhere to my left I hear the door open and Dr. Erikson shouts out, "Hold him down, Mary, and get the other cuff on him."

I see Nurse Gebhardt run around to the other side of the table and reach for my right arm. Not going to happen! I pull it away and jam it under my body, away from her grasp. I think I'm fucked because my left wrist is already secured. Now Nurse Gebhardt and Dr. Erikson are working on getting my right arm out from beneath me and I feel Roxanne's hands around my throat.

"Submit, hubbie," she whispers in my ear as she brings her head down next to mine. I'm gasping for air and I sense her face next to mine, her breathing coming in gasps to match my own. She's very excited now; I can feel it emanating from her like heat from a furnace.

I'm exhausted, truly, utterly exhausted. I lay still, defeated and tired of resisting. Cuffed now and bent over the end of the table, my ass totally exposed, I resign myself to what I fear is to come. My only comfort comes from Roxanne's hand, slowly stroking my back.

The doctor assists Nurse Gebhardt in extracting a blood sample from my arm and then the nurse disappears from sight and I hear the door open and close as she leaves. A moment later I feel a latex covered finger against my anus. There's some pressure and then the really odd sensation of the insertion. I straighten my knees and pull against the ropes that are clipped to the wrist cuffs as I silently process the sensation of the finger in my rectum.

I look up at Roxy, and wonder how she could subject me to this humiliation.  She must know how embarrassing this is for me, and I see her face light up as she looks down into my eyes and then down to where the doctor is probing my ass.  It's obvious that she's thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.

"Okay, all done," Dr. Erikson says as she withdraws her finger and I hear the snap of her gloves as she removes them. "His prostate is fine. That does it for the exam, are you still interested in continuing with what we discussed before, Roxanne?"

"Do you have time?"

"One of the other doctors agreed to take my last two patients, so yes, I have plenty of time."

My wife's hands clutch my head by the hair and pulls up, so that I'm looking at her beautiful, smiling, face.  "This is going to be so much fun, slave!" she gushes as she grips my hair more tightly and pulls, making me squeal a little from the pain it causes.

Yes, fun for her, I'm sure.  But for me...I'm not too sure.