Jen watched as the scalpel got closer and closer to her arm, until she could clearly see the blade rest upon her skin. She held her breath and counted her heart beats. One...two.... The surgeon turned his head to face her and gave her a wink stepping back and putting the scalpel back on the table in a 'just kidding' move. The first word that came to mind was JERK! Not only was she restrained to a surgical table and to her surprise slightly turned on, but her surgeon and right now, almost tormentor, was also a comedian. If her hand wasn't restrained she'd slap him, and if it wasn't frozen and asleep she would be tempted to at least try and grab his gown just to show her slight displeasure at his little joke.

Johnny chuckled behind his mask at the look that crossed her face. She had been so sure he was going to cut her, even if she couldn't feel it due to the local anesthetic she had fear written all over her face, except for her eyes. Her eyes twinkled with a slight hint of mischief, like she wondered if he really would do it? He wondered if that part of her sent shivers downwards. He turned to the table beside him and picked up the scissors. His hands moved the waist band of her jeans and he glanced at her before cutting down the right leg.

She gasped. Part of her had felt safe and not vulnerable to his every touch, his every command, because she still had her pants on, but now she wondered how long that would last. She could feel the scissors move down one leg then the other. Her pants falling and the spot covering up her pubic mound was tossed aside and used to pull her pants from under her. She wasn't even sure why she tried to help him remove her pants by slightly lifting her hips, as the restraints allowed her to do, but she did.

Johnny looked at her pink satin panties covering her from the hips down. They weren't lingerie, but then again she probably wasn't expecting to be in a situation where her panties would be exposed, so went with something a bit more comfortable. However, as he tilted his head he couldn't help but see their own sexy flare as they shined in the surgical light. But they wouldn't be there long. He grabbed the metal speculum from the table and held it up for her to see.

Jen released a slow breath as she watched him stand there looking at her underwear. She wondered what could possibly be running through his mind. Were there surgical procedures he could do down there? She figured there had to be, she just tried to pretend there wasn't. It was bad enough when you had to go to the doctor and he muttered the words 'I'm going to have to do a pelvic exam' or some version of them. She could only imagine what it would be like if a doctor, a surgeon at that, had to literally turn on that light and shine every detail of your pussy in front of him for who knows how long! And what if you were awake like she was? Wouldn't that be the most embarrassing moment of your life? Even if you were asleep, the moments before you went under that's all you would be thinking of, and after the procedure, well you could never look surgeon in the eye again...could you? She closed her eyes, yes that would just be too embarrassing, she would just continue to convince herself that that area was always off limits. Until she opened her eyes again. Standing beside her, the surgeon now held the device that no woman anywhere would ever mistake as anything but a speculum. She gasped and pulled at all her restraints. She wasn't sure if her right arm was actually pulling but she knew the rest of her was. He looked at her, the surgical light just behind him almost completely masking his face as her eyes refused to focus on him and not the bright light behind his head. The man behind her place his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to get her to stop struggling. Jen took a staggered breath as she watched the surgeons' hand place the speculum on her stomach. She gasped, her struggles instantly ceasing, the metal felt like an ice cube against her skin.

"Good." Johnny moved to the table and picked up a scalpel and looked down at her, he placed his left hand just below her stomach and the speculum, enjoying the feeling of her skin slightly shivering from both his touch and the cold instrument on her stomach, threatening her...no promising her, of things yet to come. "Would hate for you to move and cause me to accidentally cut you."

Jen wanted to ask what he meant by that but she didn't need too. From the small amount of her ability to tilt her head she saw the scalpel slip just under the waist band of her panties and slice up, instantly causing a hole. He continued to move the instrument like a hot knife through butter and before she knew it she was bared before him. His fingers gripped the shreds and pulled upwards, her panties now gone someplace, she guessed on the floor.

What was under her panties he wouldn't have guessed but he had to admit he liked what he saw. He turned to face Peter who gave him a few quick nods. Oh he could tell what Johnny had planned next. He looked back down at her pubic mound, placing his latex hands just beside her hip bones, his fingers pointing in and down.

Jen gasped, she couldn't help it. She started to move but felt the speculum slide slightly on her stomach. In fear that he might use it if it fell or started to really move she stayed still, even held her breath. His fingers started to move slowly, not much, but enough that she couldn't tell if he was massaging her or palpitating for something under her skin. She wasn't sure how to feel about it. Her mind still racing that now he could see everything, literally touch everything, every inch of her body, yet the feeling of his hands were commanding, powerful, yet soft, methodical. And the feeling of the latex against her skin was smooth, almost flawless. She closed her eyes.

"I think she might be enjoying this doctor." The voice from behind her head cut into her thoughts, and immediately had her open her eyes.

"Hmmmmm, let me see if you are correct."

Without warning Jen felt his one hand slip between her partially separated legs and slide down her pussy. She gasped loudly, giving a slight moan as she felt his fingers slip easily inside of her.

Johnny smirked behind his mask and taking his fingers away from Jens body he rubbed her juices now on his glove as he looked towards Peter, knowing full well Jen would see him do it. "I do believe you are right."

Embarrassment instantly shot throughout her body, almost worst then when she had danced her body all over the surgeon. The feeling sending even more wetness to where his hand had just been. She wondered then if the man beside her was the same surgeon she had danced on....would that be a good thing or bad? Would he be taking out some sort of revenge for any embarrassment she caused him? And even if he was why did she feel herself get wetter and wetter every time he looked at her in that damned mask?!

"But I'm afraid this just won't do." He placed a hand over her pubic hairs. It was obvious she trimmed even possibly shaved or waxed a bit, as she wasn't bushy but had a nice even, almost design to her. He took a tube of shaving cream from the table and squeezed it across her pubic area, then gently rubbed it around and over her pussy. He then picked up a shaver and looked at her.

Jen froze. Was this really happening?! His hand on her most secret of places has been a sweet torture all its own, and in her random thoughts she had often wondered what it would be like to have a man shave her, but this...She felt the razor blade make its first swipe across the top of her pussy....she closed her eyes, giving in to the pure sensation and knowledge that soon he really could, and would, see everything of her body.