My answer was a whisper, but Dr. Ellis was tuned in on my soft voice, as if he himself was waiting in anticipation.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, I need to gather what we need for the tests." He moved with a sudden energy in his step, and a small joy in his voice, revealing that while he is a doctor, he is also still a man. As he opens the door a new feeling of horror stirred in my mind, the open door felt like I was being revealed to the whole world, even if all I could see for the brief moment was just the wall of the hallway.

The door shut, and the room suddenly felt quiet. Mark notices my nerves, my clenched fists and anxious tension. He walks around the room as he attempts to make small talk, but nothing can take me away from where I am now.

"I know our insurance covers the standard appointment in full, but I wonder if these tests will be a billable charge. I guess we will find out when..." He rambled on, but I wasn't listening. I wish I could be anywhere but here right now. I try to make my mind wander, try to think about one of the projects at work, or what to buy my sister for her birthday in a few weeks, but the room and my situation demanded my attention each time, bringing me back to here, to my position and exposure.

Mark was still rambling, trying new words to cheer me up, talking through what movies were in theater and proposing ideas of which one to go see. I look towards him, and found that he finally chose a place to stop wondering. Mark stands at the end of the table, the same place the doctor was before just a minute earlier. His mouth kept moving, words keep pouring out of him, but he can't be bothered to even match my eyes. He stared down at my sex, a small smile was formed on his lips between his words, he's enjoying the view, enjoying my helplessness.

For the first time since the appointment started my nerves and shame are joined by a new feeling, anger. Mark pushed me to do this appointment, Mark invited the doctor the doctor to restrain me, take pictures of me, he has enjoyed seeing me like this the entire time. And now he is allowing Dr. Ellis to perform degrading tests on me?

Mark has pushed me into doing things I was hesitant to do before. Just a few weeks ago we went for a late night treat at the drive thru at my request, only agreeing to take me if I didn't wear any panties under my skirt for the drive. I rejected him at first, but he assured me he wouldn't try anything in the car if I did it. The moment I even began to start to consider the idea he reached below my skirt and pulled them down. It was the type of firmness and fun I enjoyed from him, one where he always made sure I felt safe first, but also taking control. He was honest, he didn't try anything in the car, my skirt hid all my modesty, but it was a fun thrill. The moment we were home we went to our bedroom, ready to earn another reward.

This was different though, this wasn't even remotely close to anything he has pushed me to do before. For the first time in our marriage thoughts of how to reject his command began to stir. I would take back control of this situation and demand to leave. I started to plot out my objections in my head, but not soon enough.

The door opened wide as Dr. Ellis walked back into the room, holding the door wide open again exposing my secrets to the world. My thoughts scrambled as I watched a small cart being pushed through the door by a man who looked like he was in his mid twenties. My legs instinctively tried to push forward, to try to close myself, but the restraints held tight, keeping them pushed back and open. His eyes caught my body as he walked in. He sees me in this ridiculous position, completely naked, strapped down to a table, arms cuffed and spread out on the arm rests, my legs locked into the stirrups which pushed my knees back towards my outstretched arms. His eyes jump to other end of the table, raised up in the air with my ass and pussy slightly hanging off on display. They continue down my body, lingering on my breasts, my c cups still topped with the erection of my nipples. Finally he finds my face, as our eyes lock he realizes I saw him analyzing my nakedness in this bondage. Instinctively he looks away, embarrassed to have been caught. He finishes walking around the room, doing his best to look down, until he brings the tray to a stop to the right side of me.

Dr. Ellis speaks first, "This is Dr. Miller, he is completing his residency in our office and I have asked for his assistance with these tests."

Mark seems to pay no mind to this, standing back to my left as he watches the doctors place fresh gloves on their hands. Dr. Miller pulls off the thin sheet covering the cart, but the objects on it were out of my sight, the cart being too low for me to see with the height the table had me raised to and the angle it tilted me back. To my shock I watch as he picked up the first object, ordained by leather straps on each side, an oval shape of leather where they meet in the middle, and there's something I couldn't make out on the other side. It's a gag.

The realization pierces my chest. If they put that on me I wouldn't even have a voice anymore. "There's no way you can do that to me!?" I have finally found my voice, I say it sternly.

Dr Ellis replies, "This is for you and your privacy, many women make involuntary noises from these tests and I doubt you want other patients to hear you".

I look over to Mark, desperation in my eyes, but he looks at the Doctors and gives a nod, not one that agrees with me, but agrees with them. I make the mistake of laying in shock, mouth slightly hanging as I feel the mysterious object on the other side of the gag press into my mouth. My jaw yields, and it slides in, finding space until it stops before the back of my tongue. Dr. Miller is leaned over my head as his fingers fumbled with the straps, pulling them around the back of my head, catching and tugging at my hair in the process. Finally he succeedes in latching the leather straps of the gag together.

Naturally, my mouth and tongue explore the foreign object that jutted straight into my mouth. It was wide, my jaw isn't fully extended but nearly. My teeth bite down and a rubbery but firm reply was met. My tongue explore it next, finding small details across the object...a memory hits me of giving Mark oral, the feeling of him in my mouth, the buldge of veins and the pointed end of his organ. It's clear, this gag was designed to mimic a penis.

I try to find a way to communicate, to voice my disapproval of this gag, but low growls and hums were all that I can make. Mark looks over to me, a small smile on his lips betraying the grin he feels but tries to hide.

Dr. Miller picks up another object from the original tray Dr. Ellis was using, the camera. I make more growls and groans in objection, fear running through me that I will be photographed again.

My fears are founded.

"Dr. Miller's role will be to prepare items for the tests and to document any changes between them. First Dr. Miller, please document the mouth prop. This is an exceedingly rare instance of needing to use one for a woman's sexual health exam, and it would be a great addition to the other images I plan to submit to the medical journal."

I close my eyes as Dr. Miller starts to photograph me, leaning over from my side he starts with the camera close just above my face. The bright flash piercing even through my closed eyelids. He captures additional photos from either side of my head, showing the belt of the gag tightly pressed against my skin as it wraps around to the back of my head. As he stands up I'm relieved as he is seemingly seems done with the camera.

I open my eyes to catch Dr. Ellis standing at the end of the table, motioning for Dr. Miller to join him where my raised pussy meets the air. He is holding a small tool I can't make out. Dr. Ellis' gloved fingers are suddenly there, spreading me open.

"Please take a photo of our pre testing baseline, comparing results between tests will help us determine any noticeable changes that occur."

Dr. Miller raises the camera, I can see him fumble with buttons as the lens adjust to zoom in, and with a hot flash he captures what the first round of photos didn't. My pussy is spread, my hole and clit revealed, and now I know that all of my shame will be available for others to see eventually, captured forever.

Dr. Ellis raises the tool in his hand as his two fingers move in towards my entrance, not even truly entering as he attempts to spread it too. I wince from the action, it feels as if he means to tear me, as he holds up the strange tool, placing it just above his fingers attempting to rip me.

"3.7 centimeters" he mumbles, before retracting his fingers and the tool. "She is smaller than average, but this could also be exaggerated due to the pelvic I performed earlier, her vaginal entrance may normally be slightly smaller. Please add this note when you record her measurement."

Oh God the way he talks about it, were they going to see how much they could spread open my hole? Is this just a game to the doctor to see if he can land the high score?

Dr. Miller has moved to the the counter, and is writing down the number and note. Dr. Ellis places the measuring tool back down before grabbing a bottle from the tray. He begins to coat his gloved fingers and explain.

"This is a special lubricant. It reacts to glycerol, a component found in any healthy vagina. When women experience sexual arousal, their secretions carry larger concentrations of glycerol than what is typically found. This lubricant will turn from clear to a blue tint if enough glycerol mixes with it. This will help notify us if we are successful with helping you naturally secrete."

What part of this whole situation is natural I think to myself in frustration. This is insane, if I'm not able to do it at home, why do they think it will happen here, this isn't sexy, it's midevil.

"Each test will be timed. The tests will each last for five minutes, or if a climax is reached first, we will stop and move on to the next test. Generally repeated climaxes from the same stimulation will not generate secretions if the first climax did not." Dr. Ellis explains. "Five minutes on the clock Dr. Miller."

Climax!? They're going to try to make me cum!? This stranger is going to probe at my pussy until I orgasm, like I'm his toy for amusement? What's worse another strange man is going to watch, and Mark too? Fear is building, like climbing to the top of a rollercoaster before the drop.

I look directly at Mark, to my surprise he is looking back at me, staring straight into my eyes, seeing the fear ready to burst out of them with the tears of the humiliation I've endured to this point. Why is he so calm? His face looks to mine as if to say "Everything is going to be ok." I start to take a deep breath to gather my courage for what's about to come.

As I start to breathe out, I feel my pussy being spread again, and a single cold finger covered with gel touches the outside of my hole.