Part 5: Fun at My Expense

My bizarre trip to the get a physical exam has just gotten more bizarre, and promises to become even more so.  Obviously, the doctor and my darling wife have plotted against me, and are now planning on abusing me in some way.

"This is great! How do we start?" I can hear the excitement in Roxanne's voice. Based on her earlier comment, I'm sure she's going to fuck me in the ass, and this is making her so hot!

I have got to find a way to keep her off the Internet! There's been so many times while she's browsing porn sights that I've heard her say, "Oh, we simply must try that," or "can you imagine how much that would hurt?"

That's how she came to own a spanking paddle, and why she came home one night with a package of wooden clothespins. Fucking Internet! She'd spent the other night glued to an ass fucking web site while I crouched under her desk, bound and naked, pretending to be her footstool. For my amusement she had turned the volume up loud so I could hear the moans and cries of anguish from the men as they were violated. I really should have suspected something like this would happen, but thankfully she doesn't act on everything she views, and I never imagined she would act on that one.

Well I won't give her the satisfaction of a single moan today. I fully plan on depriving her of that stimulus!

This will not end well for me, though, I already know that, but hopefully having the doctor present will temper my wife's zeal. Lord knows she gets so carried away at times, and this is not a time I would want that to happen!

I feel fingers on my ass, spreading my butt cheeks. "Here, let's get you some gloves, dear." I hear a drawer open and then close. "I know he's your subbie hubbie, but this may get a little messy, so we should be prepared for that."

The sound of the gloves snapping behind me makes me look at the ropes that secure my wrists.  Fuck!  If I could only reach those knots, but I can't!  

"I'll bring some information on enemas with me when we meet this week," the doctor continues in her clinical voice. "Here's some lube," I hear a couple of spits from a bottle pump. "Now, let's start with your middle finger, no let's use your left hand, at about this angle."

I feel a finger against my anus and I look back to see the doctor guiding Roxanne's hand and finger to obtain the correct angle to penetrate my asshole.

I'm not ready for this, I'm really not!

"Please Mistress!" I cry out. "Please don't."

SLAP! Her free hand smacks my naked ass sharply. "Quiet, slave!" Roxy says sternly.

Oh fuck, she's in the zone.

"That's why I wanted you to use your left hand, so your right hand can be free to discipline."

I see a smile on Roxanne's lips that tells me that she's really enjoying this. I turn around and put my forehead down on the padded table and take a deep breath. I feel helpless now, but in that helplessness is a sense of joy. A mix of emotions flow through my head as I try to separate one from another, not knowing if that's even possible.

I'm profoundly embarrassed, yet my cock is rock hard. That's a combination that I've experienced many times and have come to accept. I feel suddenly happy. Now that doesn't seem possible given my predicament, and I wonder if it's because of the predicament or because of the smile I just saw on Roxanne's face.

Months ago it dawned on me that a deep sense of happiness comes over me when I know something I'm doing is either making Roxanne very happy, or very aroused - the two usually going hand in hand. The sensation is heightened when what I'm doing is difficult for me because then I know how delighted my mistress is. I'm usually thinking ahead to how she'll reward me for the adrenaline rush I'm providing her with. Is that what I'm looking forward to now? Is the sex going to be that good?

Is is...I know that for sure because this is, by far, the most outrageous thing she has ever attempted with me. To leave me alone among other people, women no less, in an extremely embarrassing and arousing situation, with my cock in its cage! I know she's beside herself with lust right now. I can feel it radiating from the hand I feel on my ass. Every so often I hear a sound, a low moan really, which I know belongs to my Mistress. I hear it when she's over the top aroused.

The doctor steps around towards the side of the table and places her warm hand on my back.

"Nice and gentle, Roxy, press your finger in." The gorgeous red head bends slightly so that her lips are close to my face.

"You understand that this is going to happen, right?" she purrs softly, her hand coming up to smooth down my hair and stroke my neck.

I nod. "Yes, ma'am."

What a lovely smile the woman has. Nearly as nice as my Mistress' when it's a loving smile, not the wicked smile that I dread. I'm a little surprised when her lips touch my sweaty cheek and she gives me a peck.

It dawns on me that this woman is an experienced Dominatrix, and for her there are no limits, even with other people's slaves. I see it in her eyes, the sparkle of green that tells me she has plans for me. I suddenly fear her more than my wife, who I'm sure she views as a novice.

Now I must throw fear into that mix of emotions I was earlier trying to unravel.

I wonder how this entire scenario developed in the first place. I assume the idea for it must have germinated at the bondage club, but whose idea was it? Did my mistress discover Samantha's profession and then call her with a request to help in humiliating me? Or did the doctor see fresh meat and suggest something kinky to Roxanne? God, I hope it was the former, because if it's the latter I may be in real danger.

"I know this is hard for you," her eyes sparkle brightly, looking into mine intently, searching for the fear hidden within and perhaps seeing it, "and you don't know what to expect or how painful it's going to be." Her soft lips graze over my ear, nibbling a little on the rounded edge of it before her tongue enters the inner canal and licks.

Her breath is hot and moist, I feel the humidity of it and it gives me the chills. "Try to relax, though, try to relax the muscles in your butt and in your anus. It'll make this so much easier on you if you can manage to do that." I feel her right hand slide down my naked back to my rear, where it stops and gently caresses my flesh.

I'm more scared than I've ever been in my life. She's kneeling now beside the table, still looking into my eyes. I think she wants to see my fear, to feed off of it somehow. Is this what gets her off? Will the look of panic in my eyes arouse her? I think she sees it because the look in her eyes tells me she's getting very excited.

My head is turned flat on the cushioned exam table, looking her way. I know the paper liner covering the table is sticking to my face, torn and somewhat dissolved, and I nearly laugh that I'm even thinking of stupid little details like this...but it's better than thinking about Roxanne's finger probing deep within my anus.

Dr. Erikson stands and moves towards Roxanne. "How's it going, are you in all the way yet?"

I can feel her finger pushing in until her hand touches the flesh of my crotch.

"Oh, that's good. Now add your ring finger, there you go, see? It slides right in. Pump him for a while with those two and then add your index finger. Keep these other fingers down like this." I feel Roxanne's hand being manipulated and then the finger fucking continues. "It won't be long and you'll have your whole fist up there!"

Is this what she has planned? To fist fuck my ass? I struggle anew, and with some determination, against the ropes pulling my arms towards the far end of the table and lift my head up to shake it, NO!!

Dr. Erikson's laugh startles me, "Oh subbie! Don't worry, no one wants to put a fist up your virgin asshole today!" She has the giggles now and comes up to give me a hug. If I wasn't so frikkin' terrified it would feel good, but as it is it only makes me struggle all the more.

Again, her lovely eyes meet mine. "Is your Mistress hurting you? Honestly slave, are you in pain right now?"

The words slap me into the here and now. I know my eyes are wide in terror, and I can't seem to control that, but I shake my head. "No, ma'am."

"This isn't a porno flick where the subbies are screaming in pain. You do know they're actors don't you?" I see her smile widen as her words sink in. "How exciting would it be if those actors got fucked in the ass and the set was quiet? No one would watch."

I'm beginning to calm down a little as I digest her words.

I hear a soft knock on the door and it begins to open. The doctor leans down again and says, "That doesn't mean we can't humiliate the hell out of you though," an evil smile creeps across her lips and my blood runs cold.