Sitting here in the Dr.’s office I wondered how it all came about? I had been over my fiancée house doing some things for her. She was to be out for hours. While doing some chores I had to go into her room. Seeing those panties draped over her chair at the vanity I was compelled to feel them, touch them, and finally try them on. I sat there and started fingering my hardness ( it had grown at the feel of the silky panties). Sharon walked in and screamed, ” What are you Doing With My Panties?”

Now I was here in the therapist office. I was sent here to get help for my “Masturbatory Habits”. I didn’t know what to expect. I am a little afraid of just what will happen.

“Don, Come into the examining office”, called the nurse. She was young and attractive. The nurse under 25 had on a pretty uniform with white stockings and shoes. About 6′ tall with long blond hair in a ponytail I couldn’t help but admire her look.

“Don I want you to get undressed and put on this gown for your examination.” She stated. On the table was a pink hospital gown, but it was in a different material that you would get in a hospital. Kind of silky looking. “Where is the dressing room?” I asked.

“You don’t need one,” she said impatiently, ” I am a nurse after all, and you are my patient.” I started taking off my clothing. I neatly placed them on the chair standing there in only my B.V.D.’s and sox I looked for the gown.

“Not so fast mister!” Angrily the nurse stated, “Everything”!

I took off my sox and undies and stood there naked as a J-Bird. She took the pink gown and placed it on me tying it loosely. She then handed me a pair of matching pink panties, open crotched. (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…)