Author’s Note: This story is a spinoff from the group physical themed series titled: “The Two Women Meet”. It follows the transformation of Ms. Margret Reese from her femdom awakening to practicing female domination as a lifestyle that eventually she incorporates into all facets of her life.

Ms. Margret Reese, the 50-something CEO of a boutique insurance company she founded who had a keen resemblance to Katie Couric, watched with her usual contented satisfaction and inner excitement as her personal secretary, a youthful 22-year old male, hastily retreated from her office carrying in a clump his pants and underpants in one hand and rubbing his exposed and very red backside with the other, She had just administered what she referred to as a maintenance spanking. This one was over her knee on his bare bottom. When he was out of sight Ms. Reese leaned back and thought of how remarkably fulfilling the past two years had been for her both personally and professionally.

Her life took a dramatic and exciting turn after witnessing the insurance policy induced group physical process nearly two years ago. That day seeing the male employees totally dominated by and submissive to confident, professional women in the medical setting not only gave her a great feeling of empowerment and vindication, she found the entire experience quite erotic. Ms. Reese became obsessed with the concept of female domination. This obsession unleashed a side of her personality that had been suppressed deep inside her. Throughout her long career she often found herself frustrated by how poorly she and other women were treated by men in the business world and how frequently women were taken advantage of or put down and denied well deserved promotions. She fumed at how men routinely considered women inferior and more sex objects than colleagues.

Now awakened, she promised herself she would do her part to empower women and give males a taste of their own medicine. To right the wrong or even the score, as she liked to phrase it, while at the same time having an enjoyable and sexually stimulating time. Initially she acted on these urges by taking it out on her partner of many years. He was a number of years younger than she. Her friends liked to say she robbed the cradle. He was a fine physical specimen with a very fit physique. He was greatly dependent on her given her income was more than 10 times his, they lived in her house and she paid just about all the household expenses. This gave her tremendous leverage over him.

When she announced her intention to introduce domination activities into their relationship he resisted adamantly. He said that would be humiliating and take away his dignity. But with a firm stance on her part that it was non-negotiable and with nuanced threats thrown in he quickly realized he had little choice in the matter so it was accept her demands or face potentially distasteful consequences. Thus he became if nothing else a reluctant participant.

Thus the adventure began. Her emphasis was exerting control and dominance in their relationship and creating a clear sense of her superiority for her while instilling in him submissiveness and ensuring the practice was degrading and humiliating for him. She routinely had him in various states of undress while going about typical daily activities at the house and sometimes in a public setting. She also enjoyed placing him in compromising or very humiliating situations or positions. And of course there were those spankings always on the bare bottom she sternly administered. She also dished out a healthy amount of verbal humiliation.

Her favorite and clearly most satisfying practice was to take his temperature rectally. She did this quite often and performed the procedure, as she sometimes called it, in every conceivable position and situation she could dream up. Early on she found by expanding the activity to more public and increasingly risky settings- in terms of being discovered by others in the act, it heightened the turn-on effect for her and embarrassment for him.

Although her femdom lifestyle had broadened markedly over the past two years as she sat there daydreaming she still remembered fondly some of the more noteworthy experiences from those early days. There was that first time she performed the procedure in a public setting. She took him to a large park with paths meandering through woods and meadows. They set up a blanket in a remote spot in a grassy area next to woods. He assumed it was just for a picnic. When everything was unpacked waving the thermometer case she announced her intentions to perform the procedure there.

He looked stunned and nervously replied,, “Here, now, someone might see us.” She breezily brushed off his concerns, and as she removed the thermometer from its case she looked his way and boldly said, “I want you to get naked from the waist down.”

He became very combative saying, “I don’t want to do it here.” As he continued to protest she cut him off stating condescendingly, “I don’t want to hear another word. You’re having your temperature taken here and now whether you like it or not. Now get those pants off before I take them off for you!”

Looking at her stupefied he searched for something to say in rebuttal and then as if realizing the futility of challenging her turned away from her and slowly did as he was told looking all around as he shed his lower garments. He soon was sitting on the blanket bottomless. After enjoying the scene for a moment- she fully dressed holding a well lubricated rectal thermometer in her hand while he sat awkwardly naked from the waist down waiting for instructions from her, she ordered, “Lay on the blanket on your stomach.”

The next thing he knew his ass-cheeks were being spread followed by the familiar feeling of the thermometer being pushed deep in his rectum. There he lay feeling very foolish and quite apprehensive. When the thermometer had been in a few minutes she reached over and just for fun gave it a slight twist and smoothly pulled it out and pushed it back in a few times.

Just as she finished with her playful toying of the thermometer from nowhere a 20-something woman in a bikini top and short shorts just appeared, emerging from the woods. When she approached the blanket he let out a high-pitched shriek and although he wanted to cover himself up he was trapped because any move he made to retrieve his clothing or to try and flee would only expose more of his body to the young woman. Shamefaced, all he could do was bury his head in the blanket resigned to the fact he had to just lay there knowing his backside was on display to the young woman.

While in the process of apologizing for the interruption when her eyes went down to the goings on on the blanket a broad grin came across the young woman’s face. Ms. Reese was amused because as the young woman continued to speak she didn’t take her eyes from his naked backside with the glass instrument sticking out of it. The woman explained she lost the trail. The two women spoke for a few minutes while he laid on the blanket in utter embarrassment. The woman again apologized and snickering said she would be on her way so the two of them could get back to what they were doing.

As soon as the woman departed he jumped up and attempted to retrieve his clothing. In the process the thermometer fell out of him landing in the grass next to the blanket. Ms. Reese issued a harsh reprimand saying, “What do you think you’re doing! I was not finished taking your temperature!” She reached out and grabbed his arm then easily pulled him across her lap because he was off balance. With his legs thrashing about she administered a severe bare bottom spanking. While she was issuing the punishment and enjoying his cries of pain and begging her to stop spanking him, something caught her eye. As she looked over she grinned. It was the young woman watching from behind some bushes.

Ms. Reese decided to prolong the show for the young woman’s benefit. When she was finished administrating the spanking she informed him in a no nonsense tone, “Because of your childlike behavior prematurely removing the thermometer I will just have to start all over taking your temperature.”

Pleading with her he responded, “Please don’t do it again here. Can’t we wait until we get home. I tell you what. If you wait when we get home I’ll take off all my clothes for you and you can take my temperature in the backyard where you most enjoy doing it.” He meekly admitted, “It was embarrassing enough knowing that that young woman saw my exposed backside but it was mortifying knowing she witnessed me having my temperature taken in my bottom by you.”

Her response was a blunt- NO! She added in a condescending tone, “I can take your temperature where and when I choose, so I don’t understand what your comment about waiting until we got home had anything to do with anything.

She made him get up, pick up and clean the thermometer knowing the young woman would get an unfettered view of his manhood gyrating and slapping his thighs as he moved around. When he handed her the cleaned instrument she issued stern instructions, “Get back over my lap for now you are going to have your temperature taken like a child.”

Grumbling he started to protest but quickly recognized the futility of challenging her authority and grudgingly threw himself over her lap as instructed. Knowing she had an audience she purposely exaggerated her actions finding the whole situation quite pleasurable. She vigorously shook down the thermometer then applied a liberal amount of lubricant- even though she knew he was well lubricated down there already, making sure the young woman had a clear view of what she was doing. With one hand she spread him open while the other plunged the thermometer deep into his waiting hole.

She pondered how surreal the whole episode must be to the observing young woman. There they remained for the few minutes. He again burying his head in the blanket and looking rather silly draped over her lap bottomless. She just enjoyed the situation.

After extracting the instrument she watched with great amusement as he hastily retrieved his clothing and while attempting to get dressed kept hopping around on one foot trying to navigate each leg through his underpants leg opening. He more than once nearly fell doing it. He was so humiliated by the experience and she was so mad at his being uncooperative that they said little while eating a quick picnic lunch and on the way back to the vehicle after lunch. When they started for home she reprimanded him for his performance at the park. He reiterated that it was utterly humiliating being seen having his temperature taken.

In a no nonsense tone she retorted, “That’s too bad. And even though I gave you a spanking I think you deserve further punishment. Turning to him sitting in the passenger seat she ordered, “Take off your pants and underpants. You’ll make the trip home bottomless.” Startled he said, “What! You’re not serious?” Raising her voice she said, “I’ve never been more serious in my life. And just to let you know, I’m losing my patience with you. Today you’ve done nothing but complain and be rebellious.”

She gave him the look which he knew from experience meant she was fed up. He sighed deeply and not wanting to be the target of any more of her ire without saying a word slipped off his bottom garments. He looked rather foolish sitting bottomless on the seat. Reaching over she grabbed the clothes he had removed and tossed them in the back seat. And that’s the way they made the trip home. She quite enjoyed his nakedness and wondered why she hadn’t thought about doing this in the vehicle before. It gave her a strong feeling of supremacy.

When they pulled in the garage she had one last indignity to throw his way. As he stretched to reach his clothing in the back seat she grabbed his arm and speaking firmly told him, “Here’s the deal. As the last part of your punishment you’ll stay dressed, or undressed, depending on how you look at it, just the way you are now for the remainder of the day.” Looking at her stupefied he said nothing, then sighing opened the door and headed for the house. She watched him go focusing her attention on his bright red behind going back and forth as he walked. She was very happy with herself.

Then there was the amazing surprise at Dr. Bolton’s office. She could remember the experience vividly. It always brought a broad smile to her face and a warm sensation between her legs. Ms. Reese had had some brief conversations with the doctor about her “awakening” after witnessing the group physicals. She even admitted to the fact she had introduced domination activities into her relationship such as taking her partner’s temperature rectally, giving him spankings, and making him partake in other activities to foster submissiveness and embarrassment on his part and control and command on hers. She stated in no uncertain terms how pleasurable and sexually stimulating this practice has been.

One day the doctor phoned and asked her if she could come by the office later that day at a specified time. Even though the doctor didn’t give a reason Ms. Reese was always eager to spend time with Dr. Bolton so she readily agreed. When she arrived Caroline, the receptionist, who Ms. Reese knew well and was very fond of, greeted her warmly and indicated Dr. Bolton left very specific instructions. Ms. Reese was to go to Exam Room #2 and wait outside the door. The doctor would meet her there. Looking perplexed Ms. Reese headed for the corridor where the exam rooms were located. As instructed Caroline texted Dr. Bolton to say Ms. Reese was on the way.

After a short wait the door to the exam room opened and out stepped Dr. Bolton. Ms. Reese could not help noticing the mischievous smile on the doctor’s face. Dr. Bolton greeted her warmly thanking her for coming on such short notice. Then moving very close and almost in a whisper got right to the point saying, “I and many others owe you a great debt for believing in and supporting the innovative insurance policies we had developed to help reduce both insurance and health care costs. Its been very lucrative for a number of us. As a thank you and to show my appreciation I wanted to do something special for you and that is why I asked you to come by today.”

Ms. Reese surprised and somewhat confused shot back,“How nice, but Dr. Bolton no thank you is necessary. All that was accomplished had been a joint effort and mutually beneficial. Mutually beneficial in more ways than one I might add.” Both women understanding the full meaning of that comment giggled. Dr. Bolton responded in a very low voice saying, “I appreciate that and your kind words but there’s a patient in the exam room behind me waiting to have his temperature taken...rectally! Would you like to take care of it for me?

Ms. Reese’s eyes lit up and she immediately felt a twinge between her legs. In an astonished voice she responded,“You are going to let me do it?” Smiling, the doctor said, “Yes, I understand you’ve had quite a lot of practice lately.” Both women laughed again.

Ms. Reese literally shaking with anticipation like a school girl blurted out, “Oh wow, yes, yes, thank you so much doctor.” Dr. Bolton after noting in a confident tone, “I thought you’d want to,” slipped off her lab coat and helped Ms. Reese don the garment then handed her the man’s chart. As she did she issued final instructions, “The thermometer and lube are on the table next to the exam table. When you are finished tell him to take a seat on the exam table and wait for me. I’ll be waiting for you in my office.” The doctor then turned to depart but not before wishing Ms. Reese good luck throwing her a wink and giving her a thumbs up.

Ms. Reese in a complete state of excitement quickly scanned the chart. The patient’s name was Mr. Clarence Miller. He was 56 years old, a little older than she was she thought to herself. Collecting her thoughts she opened the door and entered. Wow, Dr. Bolton was not kidding when she said he was ready for her. He was completely naked standing facing away from the door bent over the exam table. He started speaking before turning his head toward her, “Doctor, I was beginning to wonder if you,” he stopped in mid sentence when as he turned his head he saw it was not the doctor. In a stunned and panicky voice he stammered, “You’re not Doctor Bolton, who are you and why are you here?”

As he made a feeble and amusing effort to cover his genitals with his hands and turn sideways in an effort to hide his exposed backside from her she in her most confident voice announced, “I’m Ms. Reese. And yes I’m not Doctor Bolton. You certainly have good eyesight?. I’m here to take your temperature.”

He meekly retorted, “Why, how come, where is Dr. Bolton?” “Ms. Reese in a more authoritative tone responded, “She had to attend to some business for a moment. So, turn back around and bend over the exam table like you were when I came in. I’m going to take your temperature rectally”

“What! No! I’d really rather wait for Dr. Bolton to do that,” he sheepishly replied. Showing annoyance she responded firmly, “You’re trying my patience Mr. Miller. I’m here to take your temperature and that’s what I’m going to do whether you like it or not. I’m not leaving until I do. So cooperate and do as you’re told.”

Deflated he slowly and meekly got back in position. As he did Ms. Reese heard him mumbling, “I can’t believe this is happening, its so embarrassing.” “Elbows on the table and spread your legs, she barked!” He must have been surprised by her assertiveness or just surprised by the command because he almost instinctively did as she directed.

When he was in position she stepped back and brimming with satisfaction deliberately bent down to steal a view of his testicles hanging low between his legs. Smiling she next went to the table, retrieved the thermometer and as she walked back behind him while smearing lube on the glass tube announced very cheerfully, “You’re going to feel me spread your bottom followed by the sensation of the instrument being inserted in your rectum.” She had an inner feeling of satisfaction when she noticed how low he hung his head when she said this.

As she reached out and spread his ass cheeks she took a moment to admire his stretched and very pink sphincter before expertly pushing the thermometer almost its full length into his rectum. He flinched and let out a slight grunt as the instrument was inserted. That strong sense of power and dominance came over her, and her grin widened. As the instrument penetrated she noticed not only was his head hung low in shame there was a decided scarlet hue to his face.

She still couldn’t believe this was actually taking place. She was in a medical exam room with a man, a man she had never met before, and he was naked, bent over the exam having to submit to her taking his temperature in his bottom. As she reveled in the situation she decided to have a little fun at his expense. After all, given how troublesome he had been, he deserved it she rationalized.

She inquired, “So Mr. Miller I was somewhat surprised by your childish behavior when I entered the exam room. Why the sudden show of modesty? Was it because I’m a woman?” Stammering he sheepishly replied, “I-I-I was expecting Dr. Bolton.”

She continued in a somewhat patronizing tone, “After all, it appears you have no qualms about taking off all your clothes for and being naked in front of for Dr. Bolton.” He sheepishly replied, “T-t-that’s different.” Then after a short pause added, “I really don’t want to talk about this.”

Confident in knowing she had him on the defensive she continued her questioning now acting surprised, “So its different being naked in front of Dr. Bolton. Are you saying that before I saw you today Dr. Bolton was the only female in this office whose seen you naked!” Exasperated and clearly being outplayed by her he turned his head back over his shoulder to look her way and in a defiant tone responded, “I didn’t say that.” “Oh, I see. So other females in the office have seen you naked then, very, very enlightening. I guess today I joined the club,” she responded in a sarcastic manner snickering audibly.

Satisfied with their little exchange, she approached his rear, extracted the thermometer, and after reading the result gave him a hard smack on the right ass cheek. “Ooow, why did you do that,” he yelped as he looked back over his shoulder at her. In a scolding tone she responded, “Because you’ve been nothing but obstinate! I have a good mind to tell Dr. Bolton about how difficult a patient you have been.”

Almost as if to cut her off from continuing her threat, he in an alarmed yet conciliatory voice shot back, “No, no please don’t do that. I’m sorry. It was just a shock when you walked in because I was expecting Doctor Bolton. I was confused.” As he continued to plead with her he rose from his position bent over the exam table and turned to face her. In a complete turn around from when she first entered the room he made no effort to hide himself from her. She had weakened his self respect and sucked the manliness out of him. He just stood there his manhood on full display as he implored her to keep what happened between them.

She couldn’t believe her good fortune. She actually felt sorry for him. After verbally abusing him and smacking his ass he was apologizing to her and pleading with her not to say anything to Doctor Bolton about what happened. When she in a more non-threatening manner said, “Well you certainly seem sincere in your apology and I think you learned a lesson today to be more respectful to and obey a professional woman. With that said I’m inclined not to say anything to the doctor.”

He was so relieved he momentarily must have forgotten himself because he reached out and hugged her. As they embraced he thanked her again for understanding and admitted his acting immaturely made it very hard for her to do her job.

What a picture this must have been. A naked man embracing a fully clothed woman in a medical exam room. She couldn’t help but notice he was hugging her so tightly she could feel his manhood pressed tightly against her mid-section. As they embraced her hands found their way down his back and when she got to his ass she rubbed it lightly up and down a number of times then delicately cupped his ass-cheeks. He didn’t even flinch. She then gave him another smack on the ass and broke off the embrace. When they were apart he looked at her quizzically and apologetically said, “I guess I deserved that.” “Yes you did but all is forgiven,” she volunteered. Showing relief he said, “Thank you Ms Reese.

She then told him to go ahead and have a seat on the exam table to wait for the doctor. As she turned to leave she couldn’t help herself and took one last look at him standing there nude. She also noticed the wetness between her legs. On the drive home as she thought about what had happened. She couldn’t get over how easily she was able to get him to bend to her will and to turn the tables on him. The episode had turned out far more rewarding and satisfying than she ever could have imagined.

This was not the only time Dr. Bolton had assisted Ms. Reese in encouraging and advancing her new found femdom lifestyle. She remembered fondly the somewhat amusing and as it turned out sexually stimulating visit to the doctor’s office that was necessitated by an incident of her own making. The incident took place on a day when she was working from home.

The coming weekend she had dinner planned with one of her closest friends. While working in her home office the idea came to her from no where, and when it did it was surprisingly clear. She had been searching in her mind for days on what she could do to cheer up the friend she was going to have dinner with. Her friend became mad and frustrated at a private photographic art show they attended together a few weeks back. What upset her was that a number of the photographic pieces had women as objects and in a few of them the models were nude. Her friend grumbled that she was sick of seeing only nude women in the artwork. It seemed so typical and so unfair. She complained aloud that in this day and age you would think things would be different.

With the idea in her head, Ms. Reese rushed to the dining area and after thinking for a moment cleared the formal dining table. She first laid out the most colorful table cloths she could find in an overlapping pattern completely covering the table and going far down the sides. She then went to the cabinet and took out place settings for four that she put around the table like would be done for a meal. The final touch was she gathered all the vases she could find and put a fresh flower in each and set them around the table in strategic locations. She looked at the arrangement from different vantage points and altered the lighting. She settled on a certain place to photograph from and decided by keeping the shutters and drapes open the natural lighting was best. Satisfied, she went back to her office to continue to work and more importantly wait until her partner returned home.

When he arrived and saw the set up in the dining area he called to her wondering what it was all about. “Were people coming to dinner?” he inquired. When she came to the dining room carrying her camera she excitedly explained, “As you know ever since I went to that private art showing a while back I’ve been intrigued by the artistic possibilities of photographs using an ordinary camera. So I wanted to experiment. I set up this scene and I want to insert you into it in a very absurd, perhaps erotic, pose. What she didn’t tell him was that to make her friend feel better she was going to show her the finished photograph.

“What does that mean,” he inquired. She went on imagining out loud,“What I’m thinking is you’ll be completely naked in the middle of the table on your hands and knees and, you see the flowers, one of them will be clenched in your teeth and another…..stuck in your rear end.”

In complete shock he shot back, “Oh come on, you really can’t be serious. What you’re suggesting is really demeaning. Its humiliating.” Thinking quickly she responded, “You’re thinking about it all wrong. Its art. There’s nothing demeaning about art. And don’t forget. We’ve attended countless art exhibits with works that contain nudity, always female I might add. Many of these pieces are celebrated internationally as great works, even masterpieces. The only difference here is the artist-me, is female and the nude model- you, is male. Welcome to the twenty-first century. You will also remember I told you recently if I improve my painting of the human form I was going to have you pose nude for me. Now enough of this back and forth. I want to get the photo while there is good light and I have a Zoom meeting later that I need to prepare for.”

His protests didn’t let up. He reiterated, “What you want to do is just sooo humiliating for me. I have my dignity. I’m a man! I just won’t do it.” She put her hands up, “Wait a minute. I recall you were the one offering to do anything to assist me in realizing my artistic aspirations.” “His will starting to break down he responded less confidently, “That’s not even fair.” Looking at her expression he could tell she was losing her patience and starting to get mad but he was so uncomfortable with what she wanted to do he continued to rebel. She finally put her foot down shouting, “Enough is enough. I don’t want to hear another word from you!!”

After a little more grumbling on his part that got him nowhere with her he found himself exactly as she envisioned devoid of clothing on all fours on the table like a centerpiece. After positioning his head a certain way and making some changes to the table setting and the location of the vases, she selected a red long stemmed rose and a yellow one. She withdrew them from their vases and placing one across his mouth that he was told to bite down on and after putting some lubricant on it slowly inserted it in his bottom. When it was a good distance in he flinched and cried out in pain. Showing concern she asked, “What’s the matter, did I hurt you?” He more interested in not prolonging the whole ideal tried to downplay the pain he felt responding back, “I felt something sharp inside but its fine now. Please hurry up and take your picture this is so undignified.”

With a slight smirk on her face she took a series of pictures adjusting the light and slightly repositioning him so the roses stood out more from the background. She snapped over a dozen pictures with an expensive digital camera and when he couldn’t see her a couple with her cellphone. After what seemed forever to him she announced she was all done. She watched with amusement as he ran from the room carrying his clothes in a heap as if she had never seen him naked before.

A couple of days later the morning weather was superb so she decided to have her breakfast out on the expansive patio before leaving for work. After a while he came out dressed in a suit and reminded her he had an interview for a new job and thought it would help his chances if he dressed up. She was impressed. His appearance reminded her of what originally attracted her to him and how good he looked when he was all dressed up. She asked him what time the interview was and when he told her she acted surprised because it was more than 2 hours from then. He said he was going to meet a friend prior to going to the interview for coffee.

In a sultry voice she said, “You know I haven’t seen you in a suit in forever. Makes me feel a little naughty. I think a little playtime might be in order before you go.” In a measured manner he responded, “Oh no, come on, I don’t have the time, and I’m certainly not in the frame of mind.” She cooed back, “Sure you have time and I’ll get you in the frame of mind. Why don’t you go in the house and bring out the thermometer. We want to make sure you are in perfect health for the interview.”

Knowing the answer to the question he still asked it anyway, “Do we have to do this now?” “Afraid so,” was her response, then she added, “Hurry up, we wouldn’t want you to be late.” As he grudgingly retreated to the house mumbling something inaudible she sat sipping her coffee and thought about how to perform the procedure, wanting to take advantage of the way he was dressed to elevate the domination-submissive factor.

When he came back she took the case and lube from him. Motioning with her hand in an up and down motion she didn’t have to say anything he knew what it meant. Before she had taken the thermometer out of the case and smeared the tip with the lubricant he had undid his trouser and lowered them and his underpants to mid thigh. When she looked up she motioned again and this time adding, “Pull them down to your ankles.” When he complied she told him to hold up his suit jacket and shirt. It was quite the sight. A minute ago he looked like a Wall Street bigwig. Now the pants of his suit were in a heap around his ankles and his shirt and suit jacket were pulled up to mid chest leaving his mid-section and genitals completely exposed.

She couldn’t resist reaching out and cupped his testicles. His face was turning an interesting shade of scarlet as his manhood became semi-erect. Looking up from his crotch she sarcastically, “Well, well looks like he who wasn’t in the frame of mind is reconsidering. And what’s this blushing all about. Its not like you haven’t stood before me with your manhood exposed.” She ran her fingers over his cock and just for fun took it between her fingers and moved it from side to side.

When she was satisfied seeing him from the front she motioned and instructed, “Turn around for me,” and when he was faced away from her told him, “Hold your upper garments higher.” After admiring his ass for a moment she lightly stroked his ass cheeks then gave him a smack on the right cheek after which she told him to bend over. Shaking the thermometer her hand with the instrument approached and found his rear opening. As she smoothly inserted it he flinched slightly saying he was still sore down there. When she questioned him he said it happened when she was doing her art experiment.

Acting concerned she offered, “I’ll take a look when when we’re finished with your temperature taking.” He didn’t say anything. She was really enjoying the scene particularly because her thoughts went to some of the men she had unpleasant professional encounters with over the years. Oh how she would like to have each one of them stand in front of her in his expensive suit in exactly the same position her partner found himself in now.

As she extracted the thermometer and he again flinched she said, “Let me have a look. Go over to the chair and get up on your knees.” Being in no position both figuratively and literally to resist, he shuffled over and finding it awkward mounted the chair. She went behind him and got down on her knees so her eyes were at the level of his back hole. Using both hands she spread his opening and peered inside. She didn’t see any cuts or open wounds or any other sign of injury. While relaying this to him she snickered which prompted him to ask, “What are you laughing about?” In a cocky sort of way she responded, “Now I know what it is like when a female doctor gives a male patient a rectal exam.” His response, “That is not even funny.”

As he dismounted the chair and pulled his clothing back in place she announced, “You need to have a doctor take a look at you.” “No, it will be fine,” he shot back. “That’s nonsense. You’re going to have it looked at. And that’s final. What if it got infected. I am going to make an appointment for you when I get to the office,” she stated adamantly.

After he was gone Ms. Reese decided to phone Dr. Bolton. She explained what had transpired and asked if the doctor could have a look at him. Dr. Bolton listened intently and when she spoke indicated as much as she would like to help because of their business relationship she thought it best another doctor see him. She was concerned it could be seen as a conflict of interest. With that she said she would phone a doctor friend and explain the situation to see if she could see him in the next day or two.

In less than an hour when Ms. Reese was on her way to the office she got a call from a Doctor Garcia’s office saying Dr. Bolton had contacted her and the doctor could see the patient late that very afternoon. Ms. Reese was elated and expressed her appreciation the doctor could see him that soon. She texted him giving him the news.

At four-forty five that afternoon they found themselves in Doctor Vanessa Garcia’s waiting room. As Ms. Reese looked over to her partner- who didn’t even have time to change out of his suit because he arrived home so late, trying to focus on filling out the medical information and insurance form she had to laugh. He looked shell shocked. She believed if he thought he could get away with it he would run out of the office.

Right up to the time they walked into Dr. Garcia’s office he had assumed he was going to a male doctor. He didn’t realize the reality of the situation until the receptionist, speaking to Ms. Reese, indicated the doctor was with a patient but SHE said she would fit them in after she was done if they didn’t mind a short wait. When he heard the word “she” his whole body became erect and stiffened and it seemed as though his eyes were going to bulge out of their sockets. He looked as though he was in a state of shock. When the receptionist excused herself to answer the phone he turned to Ms. Reese and panicking stated the obvious,” Doctor Garcia is a woman.”

Ms. Reese relishing his over the top unease responded, “Yes, she comes highly recommended by Doctor Bolton.” He in an even more heightened state of trepidation responded,” I can’t believe this is happening. Why couldn’t we go to a male doctor. This is so, so embarrassing.” “You’re being ridiculous. She’s a doctor. You don’t have anything she hasn’t seen before,” she said in a condescending tone. “Well she hasn’t seen mine,” he responded in an annoyed and defensive voice. Teasing she shot back, “Not yet anyway.”

About 5 minutes after handing the receptionist the completed forms an attractive young woman who reminded Ms. Reese of the figure skater Dorothy Hamill and who they later learned was named Alexandria, came out and announced she would bring him back directly to Doctor Garcia’s office where he could wait for her. Ms. Reese was quick to add that she was going to accompany him because she had some questions for the doctor. Before he could even voice a protest the young woman said that would be fine and turned to lead then to the main corridor. He mumbled a feeble protest about her going with him but Ms. Reese waved him off. At the end of the corridor they entered a room that was spacious and well appointed with one section looking like a private office and the other like an examination cubicle. The examination table was slightly hidden by a curtained partition. They were seated in chairs situated in front of the desk.

Ms. Reese looked around taking note of the quality of the office furniture and the decorations and the nature of the doctor’s personal items that were on display. As she scanned the room one item really caught her attention. Behind the desk on the wall were two what appeared to be Renaissance era paintings situated side by side that due to the similarity in brush strokes and colors she assumed were by the same artist. But what really piqued her interest was what the paintings’ depicted.

In one a well muscled, nude adult male with a very small penis was half standing half sitting on a divan looking piece of furniture as a woman, who Ms. Reese assumed to be a physician, was leaning over holding her ear against his chest. The second painting was of a scene in an artist studio. The artist was a well preserved middle aged woman dressed very elegantly and the model was male who looked very similar to the male in the other painting. In this painting the male model was again nude situated in such a way on the floor with blankets all around him so that both his small penis and muscular backside were visible in the painting.

As they waited Ms. Reese had to use the restroom. She exited the office and found where the bathroom was located. When she was on her way back to the doctor’s office as she passing one of the exam rooms she noticed the door was partially opened. She slowed as she passed the door hoping to get a view inside. Happily the angle of the open door gave her a momentary clear view into the exam room. See was both surprised and elated by what she saw. A middle-aged male was in the process of mounting a scale clad in a hospital gown that was open in the back giving her and the female staff person with him an unfettered view of his well proportioned rear end. She proceeded down the corridor with a big smile on her face.

When Doctor Garcia entered the office both Ms. Reese and her partner in their own minds had surprisingly similar reactions. Both were taken aback by her looks. Ms. Reese thought she was a spitting image of Megan Fox. She was a little surprised at the woman’s youth guessing she was in her late twenties or thirties. She wore a tight-fitting blouse and a short skirt that accented her shapely legs. She also had on surprisingly high heels. She did not wear a lab coat or other visible signs to indicate she was a doctor. Ms. Reese snickered to herself when she thought this adorable woman would soon be poking and probing her partner’s well shaped ass and what was better, she was going to get to observe. He was utterly panic-struck. He could not bear to think about what he knew she was going to be doing to him very soon.

The doctor in an energetic and slightly excited manner spoke, “So you’re Ms. Margaret Reese. I’ve heard so much about you. You’re like the rock star of the insurance industry.” “Well thank you doctor,” Ms. Reese responded and continued, “I greatly appreciate you seeing him so quickly.” “No worries. It is the least I can do given all you have done for so many people,” the doctor retorted.

As the two women spoke he sat there feeling like a child since up to that point he had been totally ignored. The women continued to converse. The doctor almost as if to cut off the small talk turned the discussion to the business of the visit still directing her attention to Ms. Reese when she commented, “Dr. Bolton explained the situation to me. So, you’re an artist, and the problem occurred while you were creating a piece of art. As I understand it you placed a flower stem in his rectum. Well I have to tell you, as unusual as that is, today has been a day of unusual things happening around here. About an hour before you came one of our patients caused such a stir in the office that if I didn’t witness it with my own eyes I would have thought the person telling about it was either greatly exaggerating or making it up.”

She continued, “Get this. My associate was administering an enema to a middle aged male. She had him up on the table naked from the waist down with the hose suck in his rear. All of a sudden a woman in street clothes entered the exam room- she was a patient who went into the wrong room. According to my associate, when he made eye contact with the woman he let out a high pitched shriek, pulled out the hose and after dismounting the table ran through an internal door to escape. As my associate amusingly tells it, his escape left no part of his anatomy hidden from the woman or her.

Well, the internal door led to an adjourning exam room where I was with a patient. I just had the patient, a male in his 30s, who was standing in front of me remove his hospital gown so he would be naked for my examination of his spine, flexibility and range of motion. We both were taken aback when the almost naked man burst into the exam room. There I was with two undressed men. But not for long. Almost immediately my associate came through the inner door as did one of our young female aides. And through the door leading in to the exam room we all were in entered two nurses who also heard the commotion.

What a scene, two virtually naked male patients surrounded by 5 female medical staff. If it wasn’t bad enough for them having to undress for their females doctors, now they were standing exposed to three additional sets of female eyes. It was almost comical the way they frittered about like embarrassed children trying, but not succeeding, to hide themselves from us women. I think we belabored getting things sorted out to extend their humiliation because the whole thing was just so entertaining. We’ll be laughing about that experience for years to come.

Doctor Garcia getting back to the hear and now continued, “now getting back to what we’re dealing with here. Usually a quick examination will indicate a scratch or cut in the anal canal caused by the foreign object that was inserted. Turning to him, in a somewhat humorous manner she said, “So I understand you basically have a pain in the ass.” Trying hard to maintain his composure while in a state of trepidation he sheepishly responded, “Doctor it really isn’t a big deal. It is getting better. I don’t think you need to waste your valuable time examining me.” Dr Garcia shot back confidently, “I’m glad to hear that. But why don’t you let me be the doctor and you be the patient. I’ll determine whether it is no big deal! OK?” As she chastised him he realized regrettably there was no way he was going to get out of this predicament so almost involuntarily he hung his head in defeat.

The doctor proceeded to ask both of them about the incident. He hesitantly responded when questioned that he felt a sharp pain down there when the item was inserted. He also had to tell her when asked that he had not seen any blood in his stool. Apparently satisfied she next uttered the words he dreaded most, “So lets have a quick look. If you would take off your suit jacket then come around to the side of my desk, pull down your pants and underpants and bend over the desk for me so I can make a quick visual check.”

“Doctor I really don’t think an exam is necessary,” he replied shamefaced. “We’ve been through that before now please get in the position I requested you to, I don’t have all day,” she said sternly. Ms. Reese could not resist adding her two sense, “Would you please stop being difficult and let Doctor Garcia examine you.”

He realized he was trapped. Looking from one woman to the next he very slowly and hot with embarrassment rose and sheepishly after going around to the side of the desk undid his pants and lowered them to mid thigh followed by his underpants as directed.

Doctor Garcia rose from her chair and took a position behind him and leaning slightly forward while in one brisk tug pulled his lower garments down to his ankles where they gathered in a heap said, “These will need to come down so you’ll be able to spread your legs for me.” When the doctor told him to raise his shirt tail to above the waist and his backside came into view she smiled and as if to rub it in said,”Well, well, looks like someone was spanked on his bare bottom recently.” His whole body went hot with embarrassment. Ms. Reese just grinned having forgot about the spanking she administered before bedtime in connection with his being obstinate during the photographic session.

Ms. Reese really liked the way this woman took control. She also found the scene of her partner- who look utterly humiliated, bent over the young doctor’s desk with his pinkish colored backside completely exposed quite comical. Ms. Reese noted the doctor didn’t glove up as she took a look at him.

Doctor Garcia in a clinical tone speaking to him said, “You’re going to feel me spread you back there so I can make a visual inspection of your anus and anal canal.” When the doctor did this and was examining him Ms. Reese watched with great interest. Every detail of his pink and wrinkled sphincter were visible because of how wide the doctor had spread him and due to the light she used to illuminate the area. After just a short time the doctor stepped back and turning to Ms. Reese announced, “I don’t see any signs of injury based on my quick visual examination. The location may be further down the canal. I need to make a more thorough exam” With that said she took out her cellphone and typed something on it.

In less than a minute the young woman who brought them back to the exam room entered. She stopped in her tracks as she took in the scene. A slight smile crossed her face. His reaction was swift. He hastily reached down and clumsily pulled up his pants while trying unsuccessfully to hide himself from the young woman’s view. Doctor Garcia after thanking the woman- Alexandria, for coming turned her attention to the embarrassed patient who was in the process of zipping up his pants.

The doctor in an amused manner said, “There’s certainly no need to be shy in front of Alexandria. She’s a medical student interning here at the office. Believe me you don’t have anything she hasn’t seen already. And just to let you know, just before you arrived I thought it was going to be impossible for me to make time to see you. I had already explained to Alexandria your problem and prepared her to examine you.

Doctor Garcia then turned her attention back to the young woman saying, “Alexandria would you take him back to the examining area and prepare him for a rectal exam like we had discussed. Place him in the lithotomy position for the exam. Let me know when he’s ready. Thank you.”

Ms. Reese watched the young woman who in a very self confident manner directed her partner to follow her. Bewilderment was written all over his face. He really didn’t know what to do. Having no escape he meekly like a zombie followed the young woman. Luckily for Ms. Reese right at that moment Doctor Garcia got a call which allowed her to direct her attention to the goings on in the exam area. She was not disappointed.

Alexandria announced in a not so subtle voice, “I need you to take off all your clothes except your undershirt and socks for me.” She then turned to attend to the business of setting up for the exam. He sheepishly asked, “Are you going to stay here?” The young woman more amused than anything else by his inquiry placing her hands on her hips responded, “Yes, I have to get things ready for the doctor. If it makes you feel better go on the other side of the exam table to undress.” She then again turned to get back to her work. He undressed very slowly being extremely careful to hide himself from the young woman’s view. What he didn’t realize was Alexandria’s stealthiness for she observed him undress every step of the way as she went about her business.

The 23-year old medical intern was really enjoying this assignment at the medical clinic. Doctor Garcia in particular was giving her far more responsibilities than she expected at this point in her training. The doctor even allowed her to perform a routine physical just last week. That is an experience that will stick in her mind forever, and not just because it was the first one she administered herself.

The patient was a 22-year old male who needed a physical to participate in college intramural sports. The form he gave the clinic about the physical was very generic. She had learned when medical forms were like this the doctor had complete discretion on how thorough to make the exam. When she entered the exam room her heart skipped a beat. He was a real hunk. As they exchanged pleasantries she could tell he became more than a little nervous learning she was going to give him his physical.

It was at that moment when her ethical and professional foundation ebbed and her female and feminist instincts intensified as she considered the opportunity the situation provided. After asking him a battery of health related questions she matter of factly stated, “OK, we can move on to your physical. It should only take a few minutes and then you can be on your way.”

He felt somewhat less apprehensive after hearing these words. He didn’t after hearing her next bombshell, “I’m going to leave the room. What I need you to do is undress down to your underpants. When your done have a seat on the examining table.”

With extreme trepidation written all over his face he stammered the response, “What? Why? I-I-I thought you said it was going to be quick?” She, wanting to take complete control of the situation shot back firmly, “Listen, if you want a physical you need to do what I tell you to so I can examine you. If you don’t want to there’s the door!”

He gulped hard and sheepishly responded, “I need the physical. I guess I’ll do as you say.” “OK, I’ll be outside,” she said triumphantly and departed the room. She waited outside with a broad smile on her face. After what seemed like a reasonable amount of time for him to undress she knocked on the door and semi shouted, “Are you ready for me.” From him she heard a meek, “Yeah.”

She eagerly entered. There he sat wearing nothing but a pair of tighty whities. She immediately got down to business and began to administer the physical. She was really enjoying the feeling of authority and control she possessed over the scantily clad male and the fact that he obeyed her every command. He paraded around the room in front of her in his underpants going from exam table to scale to standing, bending and lying down on the exam table. It gave her a strong sense of superiority.

With him standing she announced, “Next we’ll check you for a hernia and examine your genitals. Go ahead and pull down your underpants to your ankles.” She could see that her words paralyzed him. His face that was already blushing now turned a dark crimson. He just stood there. She antagonized the poor guy by repeating her order, “Didn’t you hear me. Pull your underpants down to your ankles.”

He was so ashamed that when he finally did as she requested and lowered his underpants for her he looked straight down at the floor not able to make eye contact with his tormentor. When his manhood came into view she was surprised at how long and skinny it was. Without the least bit of hesitation she took his cock in her hand and examined the entire length of the shaft. She paid particular attention to the head. She moved his tool from side to side and lifted it up to view the underneath. Holding his penis up she next lightly cupped each testicle as if she was weighing them and then she rolled each testicle. Finally she firmly pinched his left testicle telling him to turn his head and cough. This was repeated on the right testicle.

Having completed this part of the exam she stepped back to sneak a look at his now naked body standing in front of her then announced in a consoling tone, “I won’t do a rectal exam given your age but I do want to make a visual inspection of you back there so turn around and bend over placing your elbows on the exam table for me.” The utterly embarrassed patient asked almost inaudibly, “Is that really necessary?”

Her curt response, “Yes, its part of a physical. Now please do as I said we’re almost done.” Just for effect she added, “You wouldn’t want to have come this far not to let me complete your physical, would you?”

The shamefaced 22-year old male with no option assumed the position as directed by the 23-year old female medical intern. When he was in position she again took a moment to look at her naked patient this time from the back as he was bent over in front of her. She noticed with great interest the way his testicles and manhood were visible hanging between his legs. After making him spread his legs she reached out and spread his cheeks nice and wide to give her a clear view of his anal opening. She noted the pink color and the creases. She lingered in her inspection of him back there for no other reason than she could, and for the great satisfaction she got from the situation.

When she was finally finished she allowed him to pull up his underpants and had him take a seat on the exam table while she completed the his medical forms. When she was done she handed them to him and told him he could get dressed. With that said she departed the room with a broad grin on her face. As she headed down the corridor she thought to herself she was really going to enjoy being a doctor.

Ms. Reese was beyond excited when Alexandria after taking a few items out of a cabinet and placing them next to the exam table went to the end of exam table and pulled out metal extensions, the type used for gynecological exams. Ms. Reese thought to herself she was really going to enjoy this. Her partner just stood there like he was paralyzed with his hands clasped firmly covering his genitals as the young woman got things ready.

Alexandria directing her attention to the mortified man just standing there with a look of anguish on his face and again in a confident tone said, “Go ahead and mount the table and lie on your back.” He didn’t move and stammered, “Why did you pull those things out (referring to the stirrups), aren’t they for gyno exams.” She shot back enthusiastically, “Yes they are. But Doctor Garcia and many other doctors use them when conducting rectal and sometimes genital exams on male patients. Now if you would please get up on the table for me.”

Very hesitantly using one hand for balance while the other remained firmly cupping his genitals to keep them from the young woman’s view he got up on the table. When he turned to get up on the table his pinkish cheeks came into the young woman’s view. Seeing them, she maintained her professional demeanor by quickly putting her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle.

She then further instructed. “Scoot down toward the end of the table and lie back.” When he grudgingly did she next told him almost as if to solidify her dominance over him, “Good, now raise your legs and put your feet in the stirrups.” In utter humiliation he awkwardly complied which elicited one last indignity from the young woman, “Now let your legs fall out to the side so you’re good and open for the doctor.”

She then shouted, “Doctor, he’s ready. “Thank you Alexandria, I’ll be there in a minute,” the doctor responded. After finishing writing a note from the call the doctor made her way to the examining area with Ms. Reese following right behind her. As she approached the exam table rubbing disinfectant on her hands she sarcastically noted while looking at the patient, “Very good, looks like you’re ready for me. Lets see if we can locate the source of this irritation.”

He felt powerless and completely at the mercy of the attractive, young female doctor. He did his best to focus his view on the ceiling. Just seeing the women hovering over his exposed body was too much to take. He knew the anguish and inferiority he would experience if even accidentally he made eye contact with one of these women. They had taken whatever dignity he had left and stripped him figuratively and literally of his manliness. The humiliation he was feeling was overwhelming.

As he lay there staring at the ceiling trying not to think about his ordeal he tried to convince himself that he had had enough of what the relationship had become. He was not going to put up with it anymore. But as he continued to think about it he realized that would mean he had to give up all that the relationship provided, from the travel to the fine dining, to living in luxury. His heart sank because deep down inside he knew he didn’t want that. He realized very reluctantly there was little he could do.

Taking a seat on a rolling stool Doctor Garcia donned surgical gloves and rolled close to the exam table going between his raised and spread legs. Alexandria stood close by next to the table where she had placed items needed for the exam. Ms. Reese stood further back. She was quite excited. All three women had an unfettered view of the exposed patient. Ms. Reese was really getting turned on taking in the scene and watching the two women operate. She thought to herself watching her partner have his most personal body parts examined by the attractive young doctor and her even younger assistant was as good as witnessing the group physicals. His dignity had completely been shattered just like the men participating in the group exam process.

The first thing the doctor did when she was in position between his legs was to make the wisecrack, “Kind of hard to examine you with your hand in the way.” When he finally after a long pause removed his hand and his genitals came into view the doctor in a sarcastic tone said, “There, that’s a lot better.”

Doctor Garcia then took the rectal speculum offered by Alexandria- who had thoroughly lubricated the instrument, and rising said to her utterly demoralized patient, “This is a speculum. I’m going to insert it in your anus and adjust it so it opens you so I can inspect deep into the anal canal. It may feel a little uncomfortable inside you. When she inserted the speculum and started to open it he let out a sigh of discomfort and Ms. Reese noticed he grimaced. Alexandria next handed the doctor a type of light. As soon as she shined it through the speculum into him the doctor announced triumphantly, “Aah, there it is. There is a scratch and a bruise about halfway down on the left wall. It is no longer an open wound so that indicates it is healing.”

When she was finished with the exam the doctor wheeled backward on the stool and then rising said to Alexandria as she peeled off the surgical gloves, “Alexandria it would be good for your training to take a quick look.” Then turning to Ms. Reese she continued, “The scratch appears to be healing nicely. I strongly advise against putting any foreign objects in his rectum for a few days.”

Next turning her attention to the devastated patient now enduring an exam of his insides down there by the young female intern announced in a businesslike manner, “When Alexandria has completed her examination you can get up and put your clothes back on now.”

When soon after that Alexandria rolled the stool out from between his legs and announced she was finished checking the wound he was so intent on escape from the situation that throwing self-esteem aside he almost jumped off the table and in a mad scramble started dressing not caring or even fully realizing that three sets of female eyes, each self-satisfied in her own way, watched closely as he did so.

On the way home after a long period of silence he finally turned to her and vented, “I hope you had a good time at the doctor’s office. I certainly didn’t. I think it was the most humiliating experience of my life. Why do you do these things? What kind of satisfaction does it bring you?” She, prepared because she expected an outburst like this, took the offensive in firing back assertively, “You know you’re such a typical male. This is so much like your reaction when I wanted you to pose for the photograph. Men just can’t accept strong females particularly when they are in controlling situations. I found today rather liberating. It was good to see the tables turned observing a male patient having to take his clothes off for and be examined intimately by a woman doctor. And I was glad Alexandria was there to see and to participate. Hopefully experiences like today will make her assertive and self-confident.

As Ms. Reese continued to daydream in her office about these past experiences, she recalled how during this period her relationship with her partner changed. It morphed from that of a couple enjoying each other and being mostly equals to one where she was clearly the superior one and her partner played a subordinate and increasingly submissive role. He literally became a tool, an actor, in the fantasies she dreamed up to satisfy her domination and erotic inclinations. He also served as a proxy for all males thus her emphasis on activities and situations that were degrading and humiliating as a way to figuratively get even with men. These activities ended in traditional sex only when it was something she wanted or used as a means to get what she wanted from him or to reward him for good play along behavior.

It was also during this period that Ms. Reese started imagining a much larger and much expanded platform beyond what she was doing with her partner for this new found femdom lifestyle. She began to think seriously about creating a female centric organization. She envisioned a company where women were the bosses and men the underlings. This will be the subject of the next installment of this story.