The doctor told me that it was a relatively minor procedure but I would still be in the hospital for four or five days. I was having surgery to correct a minor bowel problem, nothing serious, but I wanted to get it out of the way while there was a lull between seasons. I’m a law student, but I pay my way through school by working as a catalog model. Catalogs come out all year ’round, but I’m mostly used in spring and summer catalogs – I’m the healthy, girl-next-door type and I do a lot of sports clothes, swim suits, summer dresses. I get some work for fall/winter catalogs too, but I make the bulk of my money on the spring/summer issues.

I’m tall, dark-haired and olive-skinned. My hair is short now because it’s more convenient. I can wash it, blow dry, and run my fingers through it and I’m all set for the day. I’m tall, 5’9″ and have a good figure (34c-24-35) and long sleek legs. My legs are my best feature and I’ve done some stocking advertisements too. As for the rest of my background – well, I’ve been married but it only lasted a year. He wanted a housewife & kids, I wanted law school and a career.

I went into the hospital on a Monday afternoon. The doctor told me they do some final tests, prep me, and I’d go down first thing in the morning for surgery. He warned me not to eat anything after 9 a.m. God, I thought I’d starve. I arrived at the hospital at 2:00 p.m. and I was feeling hunger pangs already. I went through the admissions process and was in my room by 3:30. They drew some blood and took some final x-rays. Then I settled down with a book and waited. (more…)

My wife dropped me off at the hospital for some tests. I was a bit leery. As I had never had anything but bad experiences with medical people.

I walked in and went into the admissions office. It was very dim. As if lightbulbs had not been replaced by the janitor in awhile. The cheery little nurse was a cute thing. About 49 or 50. Couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Shoulder length dark hair that curled under in a page boy, wavy.

Bright red lips. A pretty mouth. Gosh I wish I could just come here to have her put that pretty mouth on me instead of getting tortured with exams.

She had the most beautiful, expressive brown eyes. I wanted to hold her in my arms, have her shut her eyes, and kiss each lid over and over. Her lashes were super long, and real. Her eyes darted here and there, watching patients. I could see she was a smart gal. I tried to imagine her as a child and wondered if she was the kind that was always into mischief. (more…)

D. and I had been playing around with many aspects of Bondage and Discipline and Dominance and submission. I was always Top and liked they way he responded to my command. He also had tried enemas and told me that he liked them a lot. His experience had always been with the 2qt. bag using the vaginal nozzle (since it was longer he preferred it to the rectal nozzle that comes with the drugstore kits. I looked at this as a very, very good sign) Since my experience was personal and professional (Dominate Enema Nurse) I considered myself well practiced and was looking forward to advancing his training.

One night D came to my apartment to pick me up to go out. He thought we would be doing a movie and dinner. This wasn’t what I had in mind. When he came in the door, I was standing in back of it wearing a very sexy one piece red vinyl bodysuit with black stockings and garters and red 5 inch heels (I wanted to make a visual statement) I closed the door behind him and stood in front of it, when he saw how I was dressed, he dropped to his knees and began kissing my legs. (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…)

Andrew was sitting in the reception area in the local clinic. He was going on a trip to one of the tropical countries and he wanted to get his pre-trip physical out of the way. After a few minutes, the receptionist asked him to follow her and led him to the exam room. The room had white-tiled walls and painted ceiling. To his left was examination table with stir-ups and doctor’s table to the right. The nurse popped her head in the door and asked him to put on the examination gown that was laid out on the exam table, and told him that the doctor will be with him shortly.

He picked up the gown and stared at it with a bit of uncertainty. It was open in the back and had little ties. After a minute of contemplation he reluctantly put it on, on top of his underwear, and set down back on the chair. He heard a knock and the doctor came into the room. She was a fairly good looking woman in her 40s, with rounded figure, but in a good shape. Her hair was pulled in the tight bun on the back and it gave her face a rather severe expression. She smiled curtly and asked him what brought him here today. As Andrew explained about the trip, she took careful notes and nodded her head. She looked through her file cabinet and pulled out a form. (more…)