You breathe a sigh of relief as his finger leaves your backside. Though part of you still feels the sensation of his finger moving around inside of you, you are glad it is gone.

"Please lie down on your back."

The words send shivers throughout your body. What could he possibly want you on your back for? Hadn't he already looked at your most secret of areas? Touched where you were always told and thought only a lover should really touch? Not that you minded of course, no that was far from it. As you roll onto your back and look at him with his scrubs putting on a pair of fresh exam gloves. No you didn't have any objections...well ok maybe part of you did, but the part that sent your juices flowing, that part would always win.

He moves to your legs and motions to the stirrups again. Really? Was he joking? No, no...the answer was....but before you could even think of fighting it your feet were in them and your legs, of their own accord slowly spread as he sat down between them. Oh how embarrassing. Last time he was there the speculum went in so easily you could have died from knowing that he would see how wet you were. How excited he was making you. Now he was doing it again. You swear he is doing it on purpose....what are you kidding yourself for?! Of course he was doing it on purpose!

You gasp as you feel it slide inside of you again. you are tempted to ask him what is going on, what was he doing...but you couldn't. You bite your tongue. You want to know, but you don't want to know. You want him to have all the power, not that you would ever be able to really fight him.

The jaws open you wide, wider then you felt before. It doesn't really hurt but you can feel your muscles contract to fight the speculum, though the medical tool is wining in the battle. You give a little groan and your legs start to close as your hips move slightly. He makes a sound that is a mix of frustration and pleasure. Pleasure that you are fighting him and now he has the chance to do something about it. What, you don't know, but it makes your heart race, and your dampness intensify.

He stands up from between your legs and moves to the counter. Your hips start moving to try and dislocate the speculum, to remove it from the uncomfortable and invading position that it was in, now that he is no longer there and controlling it. He turns than smirks at you, that's when you notice the syringe in his hand. Your eyes go wide and you can't take your eyes off of it. He squeezes the plunger and you watch as some of the liquid squirts out. He walks towards you and you want to fly off the table, but you can't, you feel the speculum inside of you. Your mind is torn. Torn between the knowledge that you are in the doctors' office, and have an examination tool inside of you, yet there is a man walking towards you with a needle, containing something you don't know. Your body hits a fight or flight response, while blocking out the flight part. You start squirming on the table, but see out of the corner of your eye, while you do so, the smirk on his face. A hand grabs your arm and pulls it down, holding your wrist between his legs. You pull, but the grip is strong and you feel your finger tips brush his crotch. It's enough to make you stop for a second. Until you feel the swab on your arm. Then you remember the needle that was also walking towards you.

You want to scream, to see if the nurse was still around, but you don't. That was half the fun of it all, knowing you were completely at his will, his mercy. That's when you feel the poking sting of the needle dig into your arm. You gasp and go still for a moment, turning your head to look at the syringe in your arm. You breathe hard, unbelieving what you were seeing. You watch as the liquid empties into your arm. He smirks down at you, and releases his hold on your arm. Your body brings it up and across your stomach. That's when the drug hits you. Your eyes blink to keep things in focus as your feel your head slightly spin. Your body releases a long slow breath relaxing as it does. You feel your hand slip off your stomach and land to rest beside you on the exam table. A strange peacefulness washing over you. You still feel the speculum inside of you, forcing you open wide. Open for his preying eyes, his fingers, his tools. But you don't mind it now, there is no reason to fight.

You swear you hear him chuckle beside you as you feel your wrists get bound in a restraints and tied to the table. Before you know it, before you can even react to it, both wrists are tied down and you can't get out. You blink again, trying not to close your eyes, fearful you might sleep and you might miss something. Your head rolls slightly to the side as you take another long, slow, breath, your body continuing to relax against your will. You feel his latex gloved hands slide over your thigh and down your calf, sealing your fate as he first restrains your right ankle and then your left. Between your body relaxing, and the tied down position, it allows your legs to fall out to the sides more, and open you up for his continued exam, his continued pleasure.

You swallow, trying to fight the drug but that only seems to make it work harder and faster. He sits back down between your legs, and you feel his hand on your pubic mound, his thumb just brushing your clit. For the love of gawd! You felt relaxed, a bit spinny in your head, but you can't mistake the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through your body as he brushed your clit. You want to beg him to do it again, and it is as if he read your mind. His thumb brushes, starts to circle your clit. You want to tense your body up in pleasure, but you can't, it's relaxed, forced to be that way, causing you to feel everything he wants you to feel and then some, whether you liked it or not. There was no fighting, no chance of your mind even blocking the pleasure by thinking of something else. As his thumb continues to send increasing wave after increasing wave of pleasure up your abdomen and throughout your body, you wonder if his drug was a punishment or a gift.

His thumb stops for a moment allowing you to breath, but as you do, you sink deeper into the lull, his lull. As you relax you feel the speculum open further, your muscles no longer tensing up to try and hold it down. Like the feeling of his thumb brushing your sensitive little numb, you feel the speculum force you open. Your muscles giving way, sending mixed feelings of what you know should be pain and cause you to tense, and pleasure. But the drug just continues to send you into a relaxed state, knowing that you were his patient, his to play with, his to examine.