You reach behind you doing your best to tie the gown together, knowing that really it likely won't make much of a difference as you know you will soon be completely naked, or at least part of you hopes to be. When did going to a doctor's office get so complicated? Why couldn't it be the simple goose bumps of not knowing what was hurting or allying you, and hoping that this person standing in front of you would be able to help you. No, no, for you it has always been much more than that. Sure you might have headed to the doctor's office like any normal person, but every time you sat down on the exam table your heart skipped a beat. You knew this person, this professional, could at any time direct, no, order you, to take off your clothes, and you would without a moment's hesitation. Why? Sure you would be following doctors orders, but you just couldn't resist submitting to their eyes, their hands, their instruments. Well maybe that was true, least part of it, the other part.....no amount of therapy could pin point, it was just something that was wired in you. The moment they walked into the room, the light of the small area hitting the stethoscope, you knew you would do anything to have them take a closer look at you, yet feel guilty about it at the same time and try to hide your pain, which only made you want to make your pain a game so they had to examine you more. You smirk, what a delicious devious circle to be trapped in.

You take a breath and slowly climb back up on the exam table, the paper crunching below you. It was awkward to be so naked and yet not naked, waiting in a room for a complete, or nearly complete stranger to come and look at you, see everything, every tiny detail of your body. You couldn't help the wetness that started to build between your legs. Running a hand through your hair you shake your head, this was nuts! You should get up and leave, right now, slip your feet through your panties once again and bolt while you still had the chance.

Just then the door opens and your escape is cut off. As the doctor walks back into the room, your heart skips a beat at the same time as it races faster in your chest. He takes out a speculum and you know he deliberately places it on the counter to make you squirm... it worked. He turns and faces you as you let your legs dangle over the side of the exam table. He moves to the end and pulled out and up the stirrups that were hidden within the table. Your mouth goes dry, was this really happening? Could you really stop it? Did you really even want to stop it? The answer to each of your questions was the same and easy, one word...no. You stare at the devices you know you are meant to put your feet into, but you can't help but think that when you do, you will be completely open to him. Showing him everything, literally everything. He will have access to your most private of areas. The thought both frightens you and thrills you. Your self defense mode wants to kick in and make you run, but your mind reminds you he is your doctor and its all good. But that just makes things worse, you feel the heat in your stomach and the wetness grow. Ug that undeniable tell tale sign you were both nervous and excited. If only you had time to at least run to the bathroom so you could maybe wipe it away. But you didn't, and part of you didn't really want to. You wanted to see how he might react to seeing you wet for him, wondering if he knew it was him, his skills, his power that made you that way. Oh you bet he did, and he probably loved it. It was unfair he would be able to know so much about you by simply having you lay back and spread your legs. But there was that dammed circle again, that same technicality that he could only excited you more. You can't help it, you cross your legs on the side of the table.

Your doctor smirks, you can tell he is trying not to laugh at you, he motions to the stirrups and you know what he wants. Slowly you lay back on the table and put your feet in the stirrups, but you are tricky, you keep your knees together and sit in the middle of the table. Bit coy for sure, but hey you have to make him work for it at least a tiny bit. Ok so you were also a bit embarrassed at the fact that you know you are likely dripping wet and really you don't want him to see. You wonder if maybe you have just enough time to take the back of the gown and do it, when he turns around and sits down on the stool at the end. He motions for you to move down further on the table. You move an inch. He looks at you from around your knees. He knows from your texts and emails that you can be playful and were a bit nervous, so he gives you his best professional slight warning look of 'you better cooperate or it could be far worse for you.' Sighing you slowly slide down the table more and more until you feel your bottom about to fall off the edge. Your knees are still together.

You hear the sound of the latex gloves slipping over his hands and the slight snap as they fit snug against his hands. You hold back a groan, and almost press your leg tighter together. But then you feel it, his hands on your knees, gently pushing them apart. You feel so naked and vulnerable as your legs move, opening up everything for him to see. You bite your lower lip and look at the ceiling, partly praying you aren't wet, even though you know you are, and partly praying he doesn't notice, but knowing that he will. You can't possibly imagine how he, a doctor would miss you being wet, surely it would be a tell tale sign like a guy getting an erection during an exam. Part of you wants to sink into the exam table and pretend it wasn't happening, but part of you wants him to move so slow your heart aches for his next touch.

You feel the speculum moving slowly but easily through your silt. Oh how embarrassing, had he even used lube? You didn't remember feeling anything get put on you and you don't think you saw him put anything on his fingers, not that you could see past the gown and small blanket anyway if he did. Maybe the speculum was lubricated itself...ya that's it, whatever you could tell yourself to make you feel better, and slightly less embarrassed.

He starts moving the speculum to open it and you feel it slowly pry you open for his better viewing. You hold your breath. You are trying hard not to get excited, not be turned on, it was embarrassing enough you were wet when he first went between your legs and parted them, but now while he was there, oh heaven help you if your juices started to flow. Think of something else, anything else. Like how you would explain this to your friends...or hmm your car, yes you needed to change the oil in your car, right or think about...the fact that right now you had this doctor who was totally into making you squirm while having you under his medical supervision, right between your legs examining you in detail. Damn! that didn't last long.

You feel the small swabs start to tickle and slightly annoy your cervix. It's a strange feeling, and part of you almost wants more, while the other half wants it to end just so you can somehow make the strange feeling go away. The jaws of the speculum ease and slide out. You feel it more going out than in but figure its more psychological and you probably tried pushing it out without knowing it.

The sound of the stool moving back away from you slightly lets you breath, you go to let your legs fall back together again when a latex glove get placed on one knee to remind you to keep them open. You dare to look at him as he is now standing next to your side. Oh why oh why did you do that?! You feel yourself get red, you are embarrassed that you feel so excited for him to touch you, but you feel like you could die knowing that he was seeing and feeling everything. But that didn't compare with the fact that suddenly you feel his fingers slide inside of you. His other fingers gently pressing against the top of your skin. You know he's off feeling for various things, checking over ovaries etc, but you can't help but concentrate on the fact that he has at least one, maybe two, fingers inside of you and all you can do is bite your tongue hoping he would put more inside you just so you could feel what that was like.

Satisfied with your responses he turns and you hear the latex gloves get pulled off his hands and put in the bin. As he washes his hands you let your legs close and close your eyes at the same time. Could you possibly be more open, more naked, more vulnerable to his every whim, his every touch?

"Please remove the gown."

That answered it, the answer was unmistakably yes.