While examining your abdomen, clad in your underwear and wearing a gown…

Try to relax that tummy for me…good girl… Just a bit of pressure… [as I make eye contact] This is something you enjoy, isn’t it?

You look confused for a moment. I slip my hand a little lower, just under your panties, and press down over you bladder, making you wince.

It was listed in your Tumblr blog. Omorashi, you enjoy that don’t you?

The look on your face turns to sheer panic.

It was just one in a … fairly long list, as I recall, but I’m sure it was there, wasn’t it? There were so many. Do you remember them? Oh, you must, they are your own kinks, after all.

I press my hand more deeply into your bladder. You’re beginning to understand why I had you drink the water before your appointment. Slowly, I massage it, triggering all those nerves that demand you find a toilet immediately.

There were some very interesting ones, too, let's see...speculums, those were there, weren't they?

You squeeze your eyes closed, shaking your head.

Overstimulation, vaginal fingering, restraints... quite a lot of risky interests there.

This is not how you imagined the exam going, to say the least.

Humiliation, degradation... seems to me that you're probably enjoying this right now, am I right?

My hand slides down and presses more firmly into your bladder. I pull the front of your panties open, looking down at the gusset.

Just a couple drops, you're holding it so very well. How much longer will that last, do you think?

“Please, may I…” you say. My God, you’re blushing furiously now.

May you … what?

The tiniest little sound squeaks its way up your throat. “I … need to pee.”

Yes, I can see that.

I look down at your panties with the wet spot.

“So, may I …?

Oh, not yet - I need to get the pad out first. For cleanup, you understand.

Your blush has now turned to a look of terror. I’m not just teasing you … I’m going to keep you here, until one of us breaks. And both of us know who it's going to be.

“Nooooo!” you whine. “I have to go now. Can I please use the toilet?”

No. I'd like to discuss this interest in holding your urine, first.

Reaching down, I pull something from a drawer.

Just in case.

I begin unfolding it. Blue and plasticky on one side, white and clearly very absorbent on the other. You know what it's for. Once, you even thought about picking some up, just for ...

This is called a chux pad. Some folks call it a pee pad, or maybe you've heard it referred to as a puppy pad. Hips please?

I gently place my hands on either side of your hips encouraging you to lift your bottom off the table, but you shake your head.

Come now, kitten, you don't want to make a big, leaky mess all over the table, do you?

You shake your head. "Please, doctor, let me use the toilet? I can't..." You look down between your legs. "I can't hold it much longer!"

That's all right, and you don't have to, any longer than you want to.

A little more forcefully, I raise your hips and admonish you with my eyes to keep them up as I pull the chux pad underneath your mid-section. Gently, I push your hips back down, resting my hand back over your bladder. And then press it a bit more. Now you start squirming. You're so full you can't help it. Still, I push down more, moving my fingers in gentle circles, pushing the pressure from the center of your bladder outward to all the walls.

"Mmmmmm, I can't--" you say, and suddenly there's a larger wet spot on your panties.

There you go! You see? I knew you couldn't hold it that long. I was only stimulating your urinary system for, what, 3 minutes? 4?

You turn bright red and look away in shame.

Ahhh, there it is, that's the reaction I really wanted to see - is that wet spot getting even bigger? Let's take a look...

Pulling my gloves from my pocket and stretch them over my fingers and thumb, I see you -- oh so briefly -- at the sound of the snap! -- look over at my gloved hands. Although as soon as you do, your eyes look up at mine, and see me smirking and looking right at you. You yelp and bury your head away once more.

Were gloves on the list too, kitten?

You don't say a word, but you're still squirming, the pressure in your bladder building and building.

Kitten? Were gloves on the list?

You nod.

I thought they were.

I reach down and pull your wet panties to the side with one of my hands, while separating your labia with the other.

Well, kitten, you're definitely showing clear physical signs of arousal. And,

conveniently, that'll make the vaginal fingering part of the exam even easier.

I push one of my fingers inside you, making your breath hitch. Nice, but ... I expected more. I push a second one inside. You let out an involuntary moan.

Definitely not the normal reaction most of my patients have to the vaginal fingering -- or, as we call it, the bimanual exam.

I slowly push them in deep, pushing on your cervix, then slipping them just above it pressing on the deepest spot of the front of your vagina. You push your hips into my fingers, I don't know if you even realize it.

Is that what you enjoy, kitten?

You shake your head, still in denial.

Are you sure you're not enjoying this?

You shake your head even more firmly, "NO! Not at all!"

Well then, I must have misunderstood.

I pull my fingers out. The look on your face is precious. First, a sense of relief, but then - need?

I apologize for the misunderstanding, miss.

I pull my gloves off. The disbelief on your face is palpable. "Y-you're ... done, doctor?"

All finished, it was unprofessional of me.

I drop them in the waste bin. I look back at you, and have never seen such a look of raw need and internal struggle before in my career.

"But, you, you, you're not done with the exam. You can't just ... stop the exam, doctor!" You look confused. Disappointed. So many battling emotions racing across your face.

It would be inappropriate for me to continue. Given the error in my judgment, I'm sure you'll be seeking a new physican.

Now you looked almost scared. "I, I don't mind ... it's ... it's okay, doctor, I...forgive you. You can ... ummm, you can finish the exam."

I look back at you, furrowing my brow.

How could you possibly want me to, after how poorly I mistreated and misdiagnosed you? Unless...

A little bit of confusion on your face now, but also a little bit of hope.

I was correct?

You're just starting to get it now.

You really do were enjoying the exam, just as I said?

"N-no, but..."

You weren't? Or you were? Which is it, kitten, I need the truth.

At the sound of me calling you kitten, you realized that I had you.

Speaking softly now, I know you were enjoying the exam kitten. I knew it even before I came into the exam room. I saw the anticipation on your face in the waiting room. You can't hide from me, kitten.

Blushing now. Bright red. You realized you didn't stand a chance, and now there was only one way out, and that way was through.

I know it. You know it. Now, you just need to say it.

You shake your head. I hold my gaze on you, and you shake your head again. I raise my eyebrows, and you shake your head again, but less forcefully.

Tell me the truth, kitten. Tell me that you want it.

"I ... I don't ... not so ---"

Kitten.

"But--"

Kitten.

A pause. And then, a break through.

"Yes, doctor. I... I want it."

What is it you want, kitten?

Your eyes open a shade wider.

You need to say it.

In a small voice, you say, "I want you to examine me doctor."

Just like the friends of Bill say, the first step is admitting you have a problem. Or, in this case, a deep seated desire for me to take care of, control, and violate you.

Good girl.

What else?

"I....I want you to put your fingers inside me..."

And?

"...I want to cum," you whisper.

I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that.

"...I want you to make me cum, doctor."

Please.

"...Please, doctor, make me cum?" you ask, hopefully?

Beg, kitten.

Another gasp, but you lost this battle long ago, didn't you?

"Please, doctor, I'm ... I beg you ... put your fingers inside me, and ... examine me. And ... make me cum, doctor. Please make me cum!"

Finally.

And ... the omoroshi?

You nod.

Say it.

"...I like when you make me hold my pee."

I pull your panties to the side again and caress your lips with my fingers, making you gasp.

Maybe we can do without the gloves, just this once.

You nod quickly.

I slide them between your lips and then up and down, and back up, resting right by your clit. You gasp and hold your breath.

Shall I ... examine your clitoris?

Hunger now pouring from your eyes, you nod.

Say it.

"Ex-examine my cl-cl-clitoris, please, doctor."

Tell me you need it.

"I need you to examine my cl-clit, doctor. It's been ... " you shudder. "It's been feeling strange lately, and ..."

Good girl.

You whine just so perfectly then, because right then, you understood it all. The game we were playing, and how you could play, too. And what it would cost you.

My fingers, slick with you all over them, slide just a little further until they're resting just ever so gently on your clit. A high pitched whine leaves your throat, you push your hips towards my fingers, then you bite your lip, the most primal need you've ever felt in your life, and I was barely touching you.

This may trigger some strong sensations, kitten. There's a lot of nerves here, you understand?

You nod, desperately, hurriedly, still trying to push up to get just a little more sensation on your little clit from my fingers.

Such neediness, I feel that we may have to have you come back for another treatment.

On the words "come back", my fingers pressed down and started circling your clit ever so slowly.

A primitive cry rose from your throat as my fingers began their little circuit.

I may just need to restrain you next time, to ensure your treatment protocol is strictly followed.

About 3 circles after that, I speed up my circling, occasionally circumscribing your clit, occasionally tightening the circles so that they're basically flicking it round and round, over and over. Your cries rise louder and louder, and suddenly you feel my other hand pressing down right above your mound - on your bladder.

You didn't forget, but ... you didn't exactly remember, either, just how badly you had to pee.

As my hand presses down you cry out in some kind of shriek of sensation as you're entirely overwhelmed by all the feelings, all controlled by my two little fingers circling your clit and the flood of piss as it breaks through your sphincter and pours out of you all over the pad on the exam table.

You're barely aware of what had happened because I continue rubbing your clit faster and harder. Until your climax reaches its end, and the oversensitivity kicks in -- but I don't stop. You cry out, in ... pain? You don't even know anymore, but you're crying out for me to stop.

Just a bit longer kitten, be a brave girl for me and hold very still.

You hear me say it, but ... did you really? You remember hearing it, but in the moment all you could tell was the agony as I continued to fondle, flick, and torture your swollen clit. You reach down to push my hand away, but quicker than you'd imagined possible I grab both wrists in my hand, lifting them up, over, and then down behind your head. All the while, my fingers continue to work your screaming clit, sending electric shock like sensations all throughout your body. You squirm, you try to reach with your hands, but you can barely move, wiggling your little hips is as good as it gets.

Eventually you feel another orgasm coming on. You hear me in the back of your mind from somewhere...

Who's my brave, brave girl? Making your doctor so proud, fighting through the pain for just one more orgasm for me! Good girl! You're almost there! Cum for me, kitten, you're right there, you can do it!

And then it hits, you feel another flood explode from your peehole, and your body shakes violently with some inexplicable combination of pleasure and agony which, in your foggy brain all turns into the most intense climax you've had in your entire life, by an order of magnitude or more.

I let up on your clit, and let go of your wrists, and look into your eyes, brushing away your hair as you catch your breath and finally come down.

Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you, kitten. A little squimy, but we'll work on that. The restraints should make it easier.

You look at me with a sense of relief and appreciation, but as the ordeal passes leaving you more and more in reality, you notice how your panties are soaked and you're laying in a literal sponge, the pad having soaked up all of the fluids you expelled. The shame of it hits you and you begin to cry, but I brush away your tears.

Shhhh, it's okay. We'll get you all cleaned up and you can forget all about it. It'll be our little secret, yes?

The corner of your mouth turns up in the tiniest expression of gratitude.

Just you and me. Because your doctor knows everything, right?

You nod slowly. You realize it's true. There's nothing you can hide from your doctor.

And now, you don't even want to.