I was about 18 years old, and it had been about a year since I first went to a teen clinic to get birth control pills. The pills they gave me weren’t agreeing with me for many reasons, so I decided I needed to go to a real doctor and get something else (the clinic only had nurse practitioners).

I was dreading going through the examination again, but I really needed different birth control pills. I was especially afraid of having a rectal examination and of the doctor using a metal speculum. At the clinic, they used plastic, and didn’t do a rectal, and that was all I had ever experienced. Something about those metal speculums terrified me then. Maybe they just looked too much like a “tool”. I’m not sure, but I knew I didn’t want one inside me… (more…)

The Dr. and I had been talking online for about a year.. exchanging stories and pics of gyn exams and rectal temps. I was so curious to find out if it would be as much a turn on to actually do it as it was to read about it.

This past summer I got the nerve and we were able to coordinate our schedules. He came to my home and he brought all his medical equipment with him. At his request I had done a fleet enema the night before and early that morning. after chatting a bit to make me comfortable he asked me to remove my t shirt (not wearing a bra underneath.) so he could do a breast exam. While I stood in front of him he examined each breast and each nipple (hard and sticking out by now) (more…)

It started as a routine visit to the Doctor that was required before I started college. This was only my second gynecological exam and I was a little nervous. I was scared of having a metal speculum shoved inside me and also a little excited.

As part of the exam the Doctor did a breast exam. I could tell by his look there was a problem. When he brought in a portable x-ray unit I started to really get scared. “I felt something a little unusual and just want a picture,” he said.

After examining the x-ray he called in my mother. “I’ve found a few small anomalies on Melissa’s  x-ray and I’m going to have to do a needle biopsy to check it out. Please lie very still,” he said as the nurse swabbed my breast with alcohol. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him preparing the largest syringe I had ever seen. The needle must have been four inches long and 1/8 in thick. (more…)

To this day I will never forget the first of many gynecology exams I have witnessed with either a girlfriend or my former or new wife. So I will start off with my new wife. We had been High School sweethearts and broke up and went our separate ways for over thirteen years. Both of us married and I divorced ten of those thirteen. I had gotten Melana’s virginity at the age of seventeen so I when we did break up I was very heart broken. It was one of those deals where parents did not approve of, deals you know and through out the years we would bump into one another now and then and the flame always seemed to still be between us.

Then one early summer morning I was awaken by someone at the door. Much to my surprise it was Melana, of all people saying that she desperately needed to talk to someone. Inviting her in we exchanged pleasantries and so forth. She then went on to tell me why she came. She wanted to escape from her abusive husband and did not know how. As we talked I could see that the old spark was still between us. Needless to say that after her coming to my house every morning as soon as her husband left for work we devised a plan to get her out of her mess. I moved her in with me. She was a totally new woman being relieved of the pressure of her ex.

About the third day she was there we ended up in bed. It was inevitable and was the best sex I had had in a while. She went on to tell me that she and her ex had not fucked in over a two year period and the only thing that kept her there was her fear of him. Finally she had enough and left. Needless to say we fucked three to five times a day for over a month. This woman could not get enough. Then came the time for her monthly and it did not come around. Finally she said, I, need a pregnancy test. After buying one from the store it proved positive. (more…)

This afternoon had been in the planning stages for months. Now the day was finally at hand. It was really quite a unique opportunity. I was sitting behind a regular reception desk wearing a shirt, slacks and a white lab coat. I looked every bit the part of a doctor’s assistant and that was exactly the part I was to play. My friend and co-conspirator, Roger, a gynecologist, was in his office only a few feet away. The waiting room was empty. There were only two people expected today and only one patient.

Roger had known that this day would come for a number of years but my invitation was much more recent. Roger had long been a fan of the Master Chris stories and had noted my own interest in the submissive nature of a gynecological exam. We had made contact a couple of years before and had become instant friends.

Although we lived in different parts of the country, Roger and I often found the time to talk, making sure we kept up on each other’s exploits. I told him that I envied him his profession but he was quick to set me straight about that. In 99.9% of the visit, he assured me, I’d have really no interest in being there. Still, he said, every once in awhile there is a visit that makes it interesting. Roger also described to me the group he and his wife Jane had been a part of for almost ten years. There were currently four couples involved and they had regular parties once per month. The ages ranged from the late 20’s to early 40’s. All four women were very submissive and the men dominant. During the parties, explained Roger, the women might be instructed to perform for the group or they might switch submissive for the evening, giving each woman the chance to be dominated by someone new. (more…)

The girl grew up according to the strict rules her parents observed. When she was eighteen years old and had just started Matric, her mother sent her off to their GP for a check-up.

She arrived at the doctor’s consulting room after school on a hot January afternoon. She had never met her parents’ new GP but gathered that he was a young recent graduate who had started practice in their home town.

Several other people were in the waiting room. The receptionist was an ancient old woman who ordered her to sit and wait her turn. The atmosphere in the waiting room did nothing to alleviate the hollow feeling at the pit of her stomach. Soon the heat in the waiting room had her thighs clinging together under the skirt of her school uniform.

After about half an hour the old woman said: “Famina, your turn. Knock before you enter and take your card with you.”

She did as she was instructed. (more…)

Your last visit to Doctor Gordon took place more than a year ago. Now it was time for another routine checkup by the gynecologist. Much had happened in the last year — you had lost weight gained confidence in yourself, and looked quite different. Your hair was longer, and you had tinted it to a shade of red that made heads turn when you walked down the street. Your makeup was more professional, too, and your eyes were particularly outstanding - the soft black liner you used made their very light blue color even more noticeable. Your style of dressing had become more sensuous; you now favored clingy fabrics and close fitting slacks.

You wondered if Doctor Gordon would notice the change in you. He was very handsome, you’d always thought - but very professional. As you sat in the waiting room, you smiled to yourself, remembering the schoolgirl crush you had always had on him. You figured it happened to almost every woman - falling in love with her gynecologist - but your feeling hadn’t dissipated. Here it was, a full year since you’d last visited him, and you felt your heart beating faster just wondering if he still looked the same. Talk about graying at the temples and all that! He had a year-round tan which he maintained by skiing in the winter and sailing in the summer. He was clean shaven and always looked spotless, with Paul Newman- blue eyes that added to his virile image. The short-sleeved shirts he wore showed off his strong arms to their best advantage. (more…)

Gynecological exams always made me very nervous. There was always that element of vulnerability that seemed almost overwhelming. A few times it was even enough to make me skip my annual pap smear. I think most women have the same feeling prior to an appointment. You can be the sexiest, horniest, and most desirous creature on the planet and there is still something very unnerving about getting on an exam table without any clothes on, throwing a sheet over yourself, and hiking your heels into stirrups so some stranger with cold, gloved hands can stick his fingers up inside you while you just lay there and pretend to be so very interested in the strange little designs in the ceiling.

I had been trying to prepare myself for this encounter once again. I nearly skipped it to be quite honest. I took a very hot shower prior to my exam; scrubbing myself to a literal squeaky clean, clipping my pubic hairs down short across my mound and shaving smoothly from my clitoris down on both sides of my labia. I stood for a time in front of the floor length mirror looking at my body after I had put on deodorant and brushed my hair and teeth, admiring my body a little and trying to develop some semblance of self-esteem as even the thought of an exam made me feel intruded upon and foreign unto myself. (more…)

You feel naked and scratchy under your short skirt. It’s weird being shaven. You haven’t felt like this since you were twelve, and it’s all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend over to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Before long you were sucking Al’s cock and your spouse was trimming your pretty bush.

He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in the lather and drawing the blade across your sensitive skin till every little curl was history. After you were naked, he sat and admired you for awhile, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he thrust himself deep down your throat. Then he licked you a bit, delighting in your smoothness and the new feel of your bald little pubis as he tongued your moist creases and mouthed your vagina’s sweetness. He nibbled at your clitoris, rolled it under his lips till you screamed into Al’s loins. Your kneeling attacker only took your suck all the harder as your husband rose to disrobe. Naked now, his cock wagged erect and mean looking.

He knelt again to enter you. It slipped into your freshly shaven pussy and bumped your cervix again and again, slid in and out your wet tightness till he came. He grunted, spurting against your womb and bringing your own orgasm as his ejaculate filled you to overflowing. The cock in your mouth came as well, streaming salty squirt against your tongue and thrusting wildly halfway down your throat as its owner mumbled and whined. His stickiness ran out around his shaft and dribbled warm down your chin. Your husband withdrew his now limp shaft, watched affectionately as his spew trickled from your still spasming pussy to run wet down the crease of your ass and pool on the sofa’s coarse upholstery. (more…)

Melinda was having a blast during her time with Jason. She was constantly being surprised by the unusual love making places he could find.

Several of the girls Melinda worked with and even her best friend had tried to convince her to go to the doctor. Becky called and told Melinda of a doctor in the neighboring town who was real good with examinations. Becky also told her how inexpensive the doctor was. Melinda decided she would go just to please everyone. Melinda was very shy especially when it came to showing her body to complete strangers. Melinda was scared and very worried about this doctor, but had no idea Jason had already spoken to the doctor.

Melinda finally got up her courage and called the doctor’s office for an appointment. They told her the soonest appointment they had was 8 days away. Melinda went ahead and had them pencil her in for that time. She was scared to death of having some strange man look at her private parts, especially insert his fingers in her pussy. That thought made a chill go down Melinda’s spine. This was Melinda’s first encounter with such an examination and the girl had no idea what to expect. Neither did Melinda have any idea at all of the embarrassment she was about the endure.

A couple of days after Melinda made the appointment a letter came in the mail. It was a confirmation letter of her appointment and instructions for her. The letter stated for her to not have sex for 48 hours before the exam. This puzzled Melinda but she decided she better follow the instructions. The letter also instructed Melinda to wear a loose skirt or mini skirt to allow air to dry her genitals. They also said she shouldn’t wear any panties 24 hours prior to the exam. They said they didn’t want any extra indentations in her skin. They also told her not to wear a bra as this would not let her breast hang naturally. (more…)

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