The doctor opens and leads me through the only other door in the room and we step into an elaborate examination room. It's sterile and white with a surprising amount of natural light filtering through a line of windows along one wall, plus a couple of skylights. An exam table with a bright overhead light is in the middle of the room. An open doorway leads to a bathroom - wait, is there no door to the bathroom?! One wall is a wild collection of stainless steel and glass. Along another wall is a similarly wild collection of tubes and wires. Where the fuck am I?!?

“Due to the unorthodox nature of my practice, your entire appointment today will be recorded,” he points up to a blinking red light flashing that's pointed directly in line with the end of the exam table. My breath catches in my throat and my heart skips a beat. “It's to assure your safety and my own. Required by the medical board, it feeds directly into your medical records should you or any of your other physicians have any questions or concerns about what transpires here during your appointments.”

I stare up at the blinking red light. I suppose I have to trust him at his word. Probably wise to have a recording should anything nefarious occur. I wonder if other women who come here usually bring another person with them…

“You may get undressed,” the doctor says as he goes to the wall filled with stainless steel and glass.

“Are you…”

“You may get undressed,” he repeats himself, not leaving room for argument, “then feel free to sit up on the exam table. If you feel the need for a modesty cover, I can offer you a drape if and when we get to that point of the examination.”

Oh. Ok. Weird. I stare at the back of the doctor's head as he busies himself along the intimidating wall. Carefully remove my shoes and socks, top, pants - it's at that moment that he looks behind his shoulder to see me stepping out of the second leg.

“Bra and panties too, please, Hannah, everything off,” he says in an offhand breezy manner.

The room is awfully cold once I'm naked. I anxiously sit up on the exam table and cover my breasts with an arm as I watch the doctor assemble an entire tray of supplies. What the fuck is this guy going to be doing?! I cross my legs involuntarily, not taking my eyes from the stainless steel implements that I'm certain will be inserted inside of me before too long. God. I didn't realize this appointment would apparently involve a full pelvic exam. Maybe I should have assumed it would?

“Ok, Hannah,” the doctor approaches where I sit while rubbing his hands together like he's about to get a treat or something. It's a little lecherous but I tell myself that he's just warming up his hands. Surely he is. Right?

“Gonna have you lie back, you'll need to uncross your legs for me, and we're gonna get you comfortable here,” he explains as he pulls up two padded knee rests - knee rests?!? Oh god.

I seal my thighs together as I lie back but it's immediately uncomfortable and pulling at my lower back and I have no choice but to bring my legs up and place each of my legs within the provided rests. My heart is pounding as I feel the air of the room against my exposed genitals, the doctor busies himself with something on the tray that he's prepared.

“Ok Hannah, first I'm going to perform a full visual assessment with reaction to stimuli, a couple pinches here down below as I prepare you…”

I immediately feel his fingers on my skin, pinching and pulling at my genitals as the inner labia folds are exposed. Suddenly there's a hard and painful pinch. Pinch. Pinch. Pinch. The cold is even more pronounced, my labia throbs.

“You have a very healthy looking exterior genital area,” he notes thoughtfully, gently touching here and there. “Small clitoris, very little arousal noted currently…” He presses into the sensitive nub and I nearly scoot myself backwards, except I don't exactly have anywhere to go either.

“Mmm, patient is very sensitive, strong reflex and immediate reaction…” he presses his fingertip to the opening of my vagina and I flinch again, “Some secretion already present…” he looks up at me and I want to curl into myself, “Hannah, do you find it pleasurable when your nipples are stimulated?”

Oh god, I don't know!? Maybe?! When was the last time that might have occurred? Too far back in my memory to have any clue at this moment. I watch anxiously as the doctor reaches for something else on his tray then comes to stand at my side with something in his hand. I can't help but turn my gaze to that blinking red light in the ceiling that's pointed directly at my open legs.

“I'll just provide the slightest bit of suction…” he reaches out - rather unceremoniously - and tweaks my left nipple between his thumb and index finger. I squeak.

“Good response…” he doesn't hide his obvious glance over my knee and between my legs. Can he see a response there too?! “Ok, Hannah, a bit of pressure here…”

He clamps a glass tube over my nipple and twists something at the top. I squeak again as his fingers let go and my skin puckers and reddens inside the tube.

“Right side…” he repeats the process on the right and I manage to stay quiet, but I can feel my body growing exponentially hotter by the second. My face must be bright red. My nipples are throbbing in tandem with the sensitive flesh between my legs.

“Ok, let's take another look down below…” he goes back to stand between my legs and I feel his touch against my clit. I flinch. I feel his touch against my opening. I want to push away.

“Excellent reaction and response,” he praises as his finger slips further inside of me.

I gasp at the intrusion and stare at him in a silent plea to explain his actions.

“Your response is exactly what I would expect and want to see in my patients so far, we can move on to an internal examination,” he says as the throbbing pinch between my legs is released one by one. A rush of feeling returns as each pinch is released. I practically jump when I feel the doctor's fingers squeezing, pinching, no, massaging(?!) my labia.

He turns his attention to the small glass suction cups on my nipples and releases each of those with a rush of sensation overtaking my body as it occurs. I feel SO HOT between my legs and my eyes widen as the doctor strokes my clit.

“Normal sexual response as far as I can discern so far,” he says as he steps away to grab something from his tray… oh god what is he grabbing, I can't see a thing past the rise of my knee.