Katie’s
Research Assessment 2012 – written 20 October 2012
This
was an authorship task set by Master Mark, to recount my previous visit to my doctor
for a regular check-up, as opposed to specific healthcare. By way of
background, I have been enrolled in a Physical Development Research Project
since I was 12 years old, where an annual check-up is used to record my current
physical attributes and condition. Personal experiences over the previous year
are recorded, and every 3 years a much more intensive examination is
undertaken.
I
received a letter from my MD a couple of weeks after my birthday inviting me to
make an appointment for my annual check-up, which I arranged for the following
Friday evening, after work. Since this was a routine visit, I didn’t have to
worry about timing it with my period, and the receptionist told me it would be
alright to shave my pussy beforehand as well. Sometimes I have to stop shaving
so my pubic hair pattern can be monitored, but that wasn’t required this time,
which was a shame because I know Dr Forrest likes shaving girls during their
exam, and I also enjoy her doing it.
I
arrived a few minutes early, and there were several other patients in the
waiting room, so I gave my name, and took a seat, picking up a magazine to
read. Quite soon after, the receptionist called me over to sign the permission
forms, and then I was shown in to the doctor, and invited to sit beside her
desk. We went through the usual medical questionnaire, following which I was
asked to stand and Dr Forrest slipped the straps of my yellow sundress off my
shoulders and down my arms, baring my breasts, with their pierced nipples.
Taking hold of the silver hearts Grandad had given me on my birthday, the
doctor looked at me and asked, “Are you going to be a good girl, Katie?”
This
was a coded invitation for me to be submissive, allowing me to choose which
type of examination I wanted, so I dropped my voice, and answered quietly, “Yes
Miss, of course I am.” If I didn’t want to play, I could have replied, “I’ll
try, Doctor”, then we would have continued with a normal doctor/patient
relationship for this visit.
As
it was, I’d offered her complete control over me while I was here, so she
pushed my dress over my hips, letting the lemon material pool around my feet so
that I could step out of it. Now I was left in my high heeled sandals, and my
little girl panties in white cotton, with cute pink bows printed on them, while
Dr Forrest was fully dressed in a smart business suit.
Taking
a tailor’s tape from her desk, the doctor measured my chest, bust, waist and
hips, recording them on my chart, then around my thighs and calves, finally
pushing my panties down to measure from my spine to my navel, twice. The first
was over the top of my labia, then she worked the tape between my lips, sawing
it back and forth till it was embedded deep in my slit, squashing my clitoris.
She took me over to the far wall to check my weight and height, the scales
being located next to the door, which I’d been instructed to leave open when
I’d first entered. Two people walked past the door while I was being weighed,
both looking in at me stood in just my LG panties, and the doctor even turned
my hips when a young man was admiring me, so that I was actually facing him.
Returning
to the side of her desk, the doctor
checked my blood pressure and pulse, which she said were elevated, not
surprising since I’d just been put on display, then she listened to my heart
and lungs with her stethoscope. Instead of going round to listen to my back, Dr
Forrest stepped forward and reached behind me, looking over my shoulder. I
could smell her perfume as I nuzzled into her neck, my breathing getting faster
as her hand slid from my lower back to my hip, then slipped under my panties
onto my bottom. I felt her right leg move forward to press her thigh hard into
my crotch, and I began to hump it as her hand pushed against my bottom, my
pussy juicing up as I became excited.
With
a swift slap on my butt, she pulled away from me, telling me not to be naughty,
brought over a yellow plastic trash bag, telling me to drop my dress and
panties into it before she wrapped a zip tie round the top, and placed it next
to her waste bin. My pulse was even higher now, as I read the “To Incinerate”
notice printed on the bag, wondering if I’d have to go home naked tonight. This
was always part of my visits to Dr Forrest, being deprived of all my clothes at
one point or another, sometimes she’d lock them in her desk drawer, or give
them to the nurse to look after, and I wouldn’t know till the end if I’d get
them back. I always did, except for one time when she took me to the basement
to watch her put them in the furnace, just to show she did in fact have full
control of me. That day I had to phone Mom to pick me up, as I’d gone in on the
bus, but I was still completely naked on the drive home, and dripping wet as
well.
Sitting
down, Dr Forrest swung her chair round, having me stand towards the middle of
the room, while she enquired about my sexual activity, how my piercings were
healing up, and if I’d recovered alright after losing my cherry. I had to tell
her about my birthday, because she always asks, knowing I enjoy describing the
interesting presents I’m usually given, and making me relate all the details of
my spanking. This part meant I had to turn my back to her and bend over, so
that she could examine my bottom to see if the marks had all healed up. It also
served to remind me that I was on display, as I now faced the mirror, which
didn’t show my reflection, the position was wrong for that, but instead allowed
me to see all the way to the front desk. Just at that moment the receptionist
was looking directly at me, but then a young woman walked down the corridor to the
restroom watching my reflection all the way down.
Retrieving
a camera from her desk, the doctor took several photographs, front side and
back, then close ups of my breasts and pussy, particularly where they had been
pierced.
I
was questioned about my periods, and explained about changing the sequence of
my Contraceptive pill to delay my birthday period so that it didn’t spoil
having my guests over for the week. Dr Forrest was OK with that, reminding me
not to do it too often, then instructed me to hop up onto the exam table so she
could do an internal check. With my feet in the stirrups, tied at ankle and
knee, she opened my vagina with her fingers, spreading it wider as she
inspected the tiny scars left by the removal of the last traces of the hymen,
after I’d given my cherry to my Master last year. She was very pleased with it,
saying how well the bio-oil had worked, and enquiring if I’d been doing my
stretching exercises, which I assured her I had.
She
inserted a cage speculum into me, with thin wire legs instead on the normal
flat leaves, opening me up wide so she could photograph the results of losing
my cherry, then put them in my research project folder later on. Leaving the
speculum in place, she brought over a Hysteroscope, and a set of steel
dilators, my pelvic floor sucking up as I watched her run her fingers over the
largest shaft. I let out a loud sigh as she picked up the smallest one instead,
then felt her working the end round my delicate cervix, pressing gently,
twisting, and twirling till my tummy relaxed. It stung a little when the slim
tip finally entered, stretching my ring of muscle just the tiniest bit, then a
little more as the shaft went deeper. Dr Forrest worked the first part of the
steel rod in and out slowly, letting the cervix relax, then inserting a wider
section to open up the entrance to my womb further, extending her finger so
that with each inward push it rubbed across my clit. She worked three of the
dilators into me until the 10mm shaft was fully inserted, then she replaced it
with the Hysteroscope, so now, not only was I stretched open, but I was being
pulled about as she moved the scope in my tummy.
Dr
Forrest said everything looked healthy, but I needed a flush, so the Hysteroscope
was used to pass a pink probe that had a slightly flared end, and reminded me
of a tiny dick, like a baby’s penis. The doctor eased it through my cervix,
attached the clear pipe from it to a tank she wheeled over on a small cart,
then filled the tank with warm saline. As she pressed down a plunger on the
side of the tank, I could feel the warm water spray into my womb, a weird
feeling, like an enema, but with the cramp further forward, and lower, just
above my pubic bone.
After
two further pumps she stopped, which I was glad for, as my insides felt really
bloated, then she ran her hands over the lump that appeared in my tummy,
pressing it painfully as she looked through the scope. She guided my own hands
to the bulge, letting me feel its extent in my lower tummy, telling me that the
inside of my uterus was now 2 to 3 inches across, that’s about week 12 if I were pregnant. It
was a very strange sensation to feel my womb move about as I pressed it in
different places, and Dr Forrest made me push the bump as far as I could in
each direction, till it became almost too painful to bear. Then she had me hold
it there for what seemed like hours, but was probably less than a minute, while
she explained that parts of my insides were being pushed out of place. At one
point the doctor said she was considering inducing a phantom pregnancy in me,
as she thought I’d look gorgeous with a fully bloated tummy, and perhaps she
would seek my Master’s permission for the procedure. It was just a matter of
inserting a balloon into my uterus, then inflating it with increasing volumes
of saline solution, she explained, sounding as if it would be no more than
changing a dressing.
While
she was revealing her plans for me, she was moving my already bulging tummy
about, and stroking her nail across my erect clit, knowing full well the effect
that medical scenarios have on me. It wasn’t long before I reached a climax,
thrusting my hips upward as she cooed encouragement in my ear.
Finally
Dr Forrest let me calm down, then drained the fluid from my stretched womb, removed
the Hysteroscope and the speculum, but left me strapped to the examination
table, my legs splayed wide, in full view of the open door.
While
not part of my usual check-up, the doctor wanted to inspect my piercings to
make sure they had healed properly, so she removed the hearts from my nipples,
and the pendant mouse that hung from my clitoral hood piercing. She stretched
the flesh round each one, pulling and squeezing to check for scar tissue, then
took a small case from her desk drawer, opening it to reveal half a dozen long
tapered pins. I was told these were to check the size of hole that was pierced,
and she slid the narrow pointed end through each of my nipples, then another
vertically up from the bottom of my clit. There were lines on the side measuring
the diameter of the hole, which she recorded in my notes, then she attached a
ring to the end of each pin.
The
two in my nipples had both been pushed from the outside, so the rings now faced
each other, and Dr Forrest attached a stretchy thread between them, pulling it
tight enough that my breasts were drawn towards each other. A second thread was
fastened to my clit piercing, then to the tread between my nipples, putting
tension on all three tapered pins, so that I could feel them being forced further
through the holes. After making sure I wasn’t in too much discomfort, the
doctor said she needed to talk to her nurse, and I realised that it was time
for me to be put on display again, as she walked out of her office, leaving the
door wide open.
While
I love showing off my naked private places, being tied down and helpless adds a
whole new dimension to it, and the doctor knew perfectly well that my cunny
would be dripping wet when she returned. I was fine for several minutes, then a
young lady walked past the door, glanced in, a smile quickly replacing her
surprised look, before she moved on. The restrooms were further down the
corridor, so a few minutes later she walked back the other way, pausing to take
a good look at me this time, for quite a long time. About ten minutes later a
man about Uncle Robert’s age walked past, saw me laid there, and walked in to
enquire if I knew where the restrooms were, which I politely told him, while
trying not to be too conscious of my nudity. Instead of leaving, he explained
that he’d brought his niece in, and they always seemed to have a lot of waiting
round whenever they visited. He was a nice enough man, his eyes kept straying
to my naked breasts and cunny, and I could see him struggling to stop his hands
from reaching over. Giving him one of my warmest smiles, I assured him it was
alright to touch, if he wanted to, as I didn’t mind, so he reached out and
gently stroked the underside of my breasts.
When
he looked down to my hairless cunny, he asked “May I?”, and I felt a rush of
heat as he so politely asked permission to touch me, so I answered “By all
means Sir, please feel free.” His touch on my mound was so gentle I could
hardly feel it, he stroked the exposed shaft of my clit, down the outside of my
labia, then down my wet slit, coming to rest at my dripping vaginal entrance. He
looked up at me with a smile, raising his eyebrows questioningly, head slightly
to one side, so I told him, “You may penetrate Sir, if it pleases you”, and he
slowly eased two fingers full length into my tingling cunny. His thumb came to
rest against my hard clit, and I felt the fingers curl inside me, stroking
gently along my G-spot, pushing me to one of the softest orgasms I’ve ever
known. He held me just over the peak for less than a minute, an electric tingle
running all through my sex, but none of the trusting and writhing I usually
feel when I cum. When he withdrew is fingers, the sensations gradually faded
away as he watched the expressions on my face, leaning forward, he kissed me
tenderly on the cheek, said, “Thank you Miss” , then turned and walked out.
A
few more people walked past after that, most of them patients or companions, as
well as several of the staff, and I don’t think there was one who didn’t look
in at me.
I
was usually only left like this for about thirty minutes on my check-ups, but I
was just beginning to wonder if I’d been forgotten, when I had a lovely
surprise. A young girl walked past who recognised me, and she dashed to my side
saying “Aunt Katie, are you poorly? Have you seen the doctor? Did she give you
some medicine?”
This
was Sophie, a lovely little thing I’d met on one of my earlier visits, when I
was 21, I thought, correctly, her Mom had brought her over to me then to
reassure the girl, who had just been enrolled on the research project. We had
exchanged phone numbers with each other, chatted a few times, and I’d even been
over to babysit Sophie on a couple of occasions. For now, I just put Sophie’s
mind at rest that I was being looked after, and her sweet smile quickly
replaced the worried frown on her brow.
“Do
I get a hug then,” I asked, “I’ve not seen you for AGES?”
She
put her arms round my neck, and nearly pulled my head off in her excitement,
just as her Mom walked through the door, looking as if she was going to tell
her off, but then recognising me on the table. Claire, her Mom, said hello,
giving me a kiss, then told Sophie to apologise for bursting in like that,
which she did beautifully, calling me Ma’am, which I love her doing, then finishing
with a little curtsey, even lifting the hem of her dress. Claire apologised for
catching me in this state, looking over my naked body, legs bound with Velcro
to the table, pins through my nipples and clit, all tied together, then
remarking that I’d been in a similar position last time. We had a laugh at
that, and a chat about how we were both getting on, then I turned to Sophie,
who’d been stood quietly while the grown-ups talked, her hands clasped in front
of her.
“Now
then Miss Sophie,” I said to her, “what are you doing here today? Poorly tummy?
Fallen off your bike again?” I had a good idea what her visit was, since her
birthday was only a week after mine.
“Oh
no, Aunt Katie,” she said, pulling her shoulders back, “I’m going to have my
special check-up, and Mommy says it’s a minestone one.”
Claire
and I both giggled, and Claire corrected her daughter that it was ‘Milestone’,
not ‘Minestone’. It must have been Christmas since I’d last seen them, and I
could tell that Sophie was beginning to blossom, the little buds now obvious
under the top of her dress. I took her hand, and told her the doctor was going
to be really pleased with the way she was growing up, then reminded her that we
girls had to be very brave and do everything the doctor told us to do. I leaned
forward and whispered to her, loud enough that Claire could hear as well, “If
you are really, really good, then when you get home you can ask Mommy if she’ll
let me take you shopping, as a treat. If your Mommy says yes, then phone me and
we’ll make a date. OK.” Sophie nodded her head, thanked me, gave me another
kiss, and then Claire said they had to get going or the doctor would be cross
when they were late.
As
Claire and Sophie left, Dr Forrest walked back into her office, commenting on
my visitors, so I explained how we’d met and become friends, and that Sophie
seemed pleased that she knew someone nice who was on the same research project
as herself. Dr Forrest said she couldn’t discuss Sophie’s case with me, not
even to confirm that we were in the same study, nor whether the child was as
co-operative as I’d been when I first joined.
We
had just one more series of tests to do, so the doctor removed the pins from my
piercings, putting them in the autoclave, then brought over a very long, Barbie
pink dildo, which was to test my gag reflex. I took a few seconds to compose
myself, put the end between my lips, then slowly took more of the dildo into my
mouth, moving it slowly in and out. I had a couple of stalls as it reached my
throat, but I recalled the very first time I had taken Master Mark’s cock all
the way down my throat, and how proud I’d been to achieve that. Eventually I
had taken the whole length of the dildo, so Dr Forrest told me I could remove
it, as she recorded my results.
For
the next check, Dr Forrest brought me a large black dildo to test my anal
dilation, and had me stroking lubricant into the shaft while she worked more
gel deep into my bottom with her fingers. Gradually she loosened my muscles,
and then began to work the knob into my slick anus till it had entered, backing
off and advancing quite a few times. As she stroked the black shaft deeper and
deeper, the doctor rubbed my clitoris on each inward thrust, pushing my sexual
response higher as she played with one of my cheerleader rape fantasies. At
last the full ten inches were inside me, the balls had pressed against my pussy
lips, and Dr Forrest patted the bulge in my tummy, saying how well I’d done.
Vaginal
dilation was a little more difficult, as I’d only started recently, but the
doctor had 4 increasingly large, realistic, pink dildoes to get me going, and
she worked the first two into my pussy reasonably easily. The third one went
about half way in, but my lips were so tightly stretched round the prick that I
thought I’d rip in half, so I asked for a pause, and Dr Forrest locked a plate
to the table, pressing it to the bottom of the dildo to keep it embedded. After
a few minutes she resumed thrusting, making me play with my clit and nipples
while she pushed and twisted the remainder of the dildo, saying she would get
it all in my cunt if she had to tear me open to do it. This threat pushed me
into a climax, squeezing my pelvic muscles down onto the straining cock wedged
inside me. Then a quick spasm allowed the last two inches to ram hard against
my cervix, lifting my womb up into my tummy.
As
I started to thrust my hips up, Dr Forrest tightened the straps round my legs,
tapping the end of the dildo after each strap, making me jerk, but less each
time as I was pulled tighter to the table. As a final push, the doctor extended
the stirrups even wider, till I was in a full splits, then stood at my
shoulder, twisting my solid nipples with each shudder that ran across my tummy.
I didn’t notice her remove the restraints, or take the huge plastic cock out of
my stretched pussy, but eventually I looked at her smiling face as she stood
over me, gently caressing my smooth mound.
When
I sat up she brought me a bowl of warm water and a washcloth to wipe my hands
and face, but told me to leave my juice coated cunny, and thighs, till I got
home, and then I could take a shower. She was very pleased with my progress so
far, especially taking all of the third dildo when I’d lost my cherry only nine
months ago, and suggested that twice a week I use the inflatable dildo my
Master had given me for my birthday.
I
was then sent home in my dress and shoes, my panties laid on the top of my
purse for all to see as I walked through the waiting area, and my still wet cunny
smelling of girl juice.
As
I passed the desk, the receptionist told me the report of my check-up would be
sent to Master Mark by the doctor, along with any advice for follow up.
:-)
