Appointment #4

LT knocked and walked into the exam room.

“Hi, LT.” Emma said first, catching him slightly off guard with her enthusiasm.

“Hi, 28.” He replied. “How are you today?” Something in his medical training led him to start off each patient interaction by asking how they were.

“I’m good.” Emma answered. She didn’t dare admit she had frequently been thinking about the procedure over the past week, often as she was going to bed. She had woken up this morning with excitement instead of the usual dread. She had picked her outfit with LT in mind. Her pants were folded on the chair, and on top she had draped her white lacy panties. They were not folded neatly, nor was the gusset exposed, but they looked freshly removed, as if she had simply peeled them off and dropped them on the pile. She hoped LT would notice them. She wanted them to be seen.

LT ran through the required questions and Emma answered the same as before. When it was time, she got into position on her back. She did so by lifting one leg up onto the table first, and then followed with the other leg. LT missed the sight of it, but Emma had intentionally exposed herself in his direction. He would see all of her soon enough, but this little flash built up Emma’s confidence, and gave her an empowered sense of control. She would definitely do it again.

She pretended she had an itch, but in reality she just wanted to run her fingers through her hair before he touched her. Her hair was the center of attention, her prized possession. When LT was ready to start she withdrew her fingers from her bush, but kept her open hand pressed flat against her lower tummy, just inches from where he was now touching her. His open palm pressed against her mound and drifted it slightly to one side.

She swooned at his touch. The pressure from his strong hand excited everything below the surface. She pressed her own hand against her tummy, matching his movements. LT selected the first hair and pulled. The sting was sharp, and pointed, and radiated out into the surrounding tissues. She knew it was coming, and mentally chased it through its peak and fade. It was a sensation she knew well. The hair plucked free, and he did the usual press and wiggle to distract her from the pain. She matched his motion, wiggling her fingers against her lower tummy. Instead of gripping and scrunching the wadded up sheet, she directed her coping energy back into herself.

She didn’t watch him, but instead closed her eyes and focused on the physical feelings. The press, the pull, and the wiggle. She made it through all 4 hairs without a vocal outburst. She hoped he was noticing this. Noticing her ability to tolerate, and internalize her energy.

After the fourth hair he removed his hand and prepared for the next group. He lifted and secured the stirrups. Emma scooted down the end of the table. She made an effort to be even closer to the edge than usual. She lifted her legs up into the stirrups, and then relaxed her knees out as far as she could. The exposure felt good. She enjoyed giving LT the best access, and best view of her privates. She felt her labia separate and open from the wide stretch, like a lingering invitation.

LT placed his hand over her vulva and drifted it to one side. Emma slid her hand down so that her finger tips were in the top of her bush, pressing into her mound. Again, she mirrored his hand pressure and movements. As if working together, the two hands pressed into her sensitive flesh, focusing all her attention to her openness.

These hairs produced more sting, and Emma resorted to the desperate grunting as each one was extracted. She pressed her own palm down harder than LT did. She could feel her internal muscles recoiling from the tingles of pain. She wondered if he could feel her hole flexing underneath his palm.

She focused on that contact, that patch of flesh that connected them. Her core was applying suction to the flat of his hand, trying to hold it close. When he eventually went to remove his hand, she felt the wet seal around the edges trying to maintain a lock. It gently pulled at her insides until the seal broke and his hand popped loose. It left her pussy craving more.

After those four hairs were collected she wished she could stay like that, and let LT explore her sensitive insides. Instead, with his usual professionalism, he rolled the stool back and readied to stow the stirrups. Emma reluctantly inched back up the table and worked herself over to her hands and knees. She backed up to the edge and spread her knees. She liked that spreading her knees was fulfilling a request from LT. During the first appointment LT may have said he recommended she spread her knees for stability, but she liked to think that it was really to fulfill his personal desire.

Emma lowered herself down to her elbows with her fore arms flat on the table. This helped roll her pelvis back even more. With her knees wide, pelvis rolled, and fore arms down, Emma felt as submissive as she ever had, offering her open ass as much as possible. She could not see him, but hoped LT was admiring all that she was revealing.

With each hair pulled, Emma grunted and twitched her pelvis, her internal muscles contracting and relaxing on their own. She hoped that after he was done with the official business, he would succumb to her submissive posturing and do something to her that was inappropriate. She wanted to feel a more primal touch.

Emma thought he was taking a little more time between hairs. She imagined him back there, staring at her openings, and studying her intimate details. At one point she thought she might have felt him exhale, his breath against her delicate skin. Much to her dismay, after the last hair, he moved on to the injection. The needle plunging into her was almost anticlimactic. Even though it was penetrating her skin, it didn’t come close to matching the sting of the tweezers. She remained still until the bandaid was applied. It was her little take home souvenir. It was the unofficial end of the appointment, or at least the end of her required exposure.

LT left to get the paperwork and Emma changed positions. As she returned to sitting she became very aware of how wet she was. Her labia were slippery, and with the procedure over, her attention was drawn to how aroused she was. She sat herself down on the paper knowing full well what she would leave behind. Sitting there, she rolled her hips briefly, before carefully hopping off while holding the paper still. She turned to look. An elongated patch of darkened, wet paper indicated exactly where she had sat. It was stuck to the vinyl cushion below, and would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room. She quickly dressed herself, finishing just as LT knocked and came back in.

This time she was watching him, watching his eyes, tracking where his gaze wandered. She saw it happen. He looked at the table and lingered there longer than he should have. He didn’t say anything, his expression didn’t change, but she knew he had seen the mark she had left.

As she walked down the hall to collect her payment, she imagined him bending down close and inspecting what she had left behind. He would wonder why she had become so aroused. She imagined the bulge in his pants growing. These thoughts were going to stick with her during her shift at the restaurant. It was going to be a long, slippery evening.