“I’m going to step out into the hall for a few moments. If you finish before I get back, go ahead and have a seat on the table.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I had to give myself a few moments to compose myself. She’s even more beautiful than I remembered. I walk back into my office and I notice that Cam only drank half of the bottle of water I had given her earlier. I pick it up, and grab another one out of the refrigerator. I make my way back down to the exam room, and knock softly on the door. I have to control myself and not gasp at how perfect she looks in the hospital gown sitting on the end of the table, nervously fidgeting with her hands. I hope it isn’t all bad nerves, but some nervous excitement as well. I walk up to her and hand her the partial bottle of water.

“You forgot this in my office.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I was distracted and forgot to finish it.”

“Go ahead and drink the rest now. I had mentioned that it was very important to your health that you finish that bottle. I understand that you are new to this and it is a lot to take in, so I’ll be a little more lenient this time. Instead of drinking just the one bottle, though, you will have to finish two.”

She finishes up the first bottle and I hand her the second one.

“Do I have to drink them both right now?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I wait patiently as she finishes the last of it.

“Good girl. I’m going to start by asking you a few questions. How do you feel you’ve healed since the last time I saw you?”

“I think I’m completely healed now. The soreness lasted a few days, but after that I felt like normal.”

“Did you follow my advice on no sexual activity?”

At this she lowers her head, but not before I see the pretty blush on her face.

“No, Sir. I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“Where you with someone else?”

“No, Sir. It was just me.”

“What kind of activities did you do? I need you to tell me exactly where you touched yourself.”

She was talking so quietly I could barely hear her. I place my hand on her face and have her look me in the eyes.

“I want you to start over and speak louder where I can hear you. Keep your eyes on me.”

“I touched my nipples and played with my clit. I then inserted a toy inside of me.”

“Did you squeeze your nipples? Where did you insert the toy at? What size was it?”

“I squeezed them gently. I was afraid to cause myself pain. I inserted the toy inside my vagina. It was just a small one. I wasn’t sure how much I would be able to take.”

“Is that all? Did you insert anything into your rectum?”

“Umm, I tried to insert my finger, but I came before I got more than the tip into me.”

“Good girl. You were honest with me for the most part. Don’t forget about what I said about lying by omission.”

“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry.”

“Part of your exam includes taking a look at every inch of your body, including your nipples, clit, vagina, and rectum. For your health, and also a little bit of a punishment since I asked you to refrain from all sexual activity for 6 weeks, I will have to spend a little extra time on those areas to make sure you didn’t cause any damage.”

She nodded her head in understanding. I can’t wait to explore her body. This time, since she will be my sub, I will be able to let a little sexuality into it. I ask her some more regular type of questions about what medications she takes, her periods, bathroom habits, sleeping habits, etc. Toward the end of my questions I notice she’s starting to squirm and looks a little uncomfortable.

“Are you Ok, Cam?”

“I think all of that water is starting to run through me. May I please use the restroom?”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s uncomfortable, but you will need to hold it a little longer. I promise it will be taken care of shortly.”

I can see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure out what I mean by that. She will soon find out.

*****

CAM

That really doesn’t bode well for me. I wonder what he is going to do?

“Alright, I’m going to start with your exam.”

At that he moves a little cart closer. It has so many things on it I don’t have a chance to see everything before his body is blocking my view.

He starts by looking at my eyes, nose, ears and mouth with a light.

He picks up a couple of sealed wrappers and opens one. Inside are two small swabs. He grabs his light again.

“Alright, Cam, have you had a nasal swab for the flu before?”

“I have a couple of times. I’ve never had the flu before, so I try to get out of it as much as possible.”

He kind of chuckles at that.

“Well, thank you for being honest with me. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to get out of it this time. I’m going to do two. Stay as relaxed as possible. Sometimes it helps if you breathe out through your nose while I’m collecting the sample.”

He tilts my head back, and I feel nervous butterflies in my stomach. I really hate nasal swabs. I would rather have a shot then have them done.

“Ok, on the count of three, breathe out. One… Two… Three.”

On the count of three I blow through my nose like he said, and feel the stinging burn as the swab goes up my nose. My eyes automatically water. He twists it and pulls it out, and hands me a tissue.

“You did very good, just one more. One… Two… Three.”

I feel the swab go into my other nostril this time, the same horrible stinging pain, but this time it goes in even farther. I can’t help but try to pull away.

“I know it hurts, but I need you to hold still. Neither one of us wants to have to go through this again. I’m almost finished.”

I feel the twist and then he pulls that one out. He hands me a new tissue and I dry my eyes and blow my nose. There’s a little tinge of pink when I do.

“It’s ok. That’s completely normal.”

He places the swabs into separate tubes and picks up another package. This one is a longer slightly bigger swab.

“Alright, I’m going to swab your throat now. Open your mouth and say, ‘ahh’.”

I do as I’m told and feel the swab at the back of my throat. I put it off as long as I can, but after a second or two I can’t help but gag.”

He puts that swab into another tube.

“You did great. You have a very healthy gag reflex. That’s a good thing.”

He feels of my neck and tells me to swallow. He then listens to my heart and lungs over my gown.

“Your heart is beating a little fast, but under the circumstance that’s normal.”

He then takes my blood pressure and pulse.

“I’m going to have you stand up for me.”

I do as I’m told, but it wasn’t easy keeping myself covered. I know he’s seen everything before and will be seeing everything again very shortly, but I want to put that off as long as possible.

“Here, I’ll hold the back of the gown while you slide off the table.”

He helps me off the table and manages to keep me covered.

“I’ll let you hold onto the back while I get your weight and height.”

He walks me over to the scale and I step up on it. After getting those measurements he walks me across the room to a mat on the floor.

“Go ahead and sit down on the mat, with your feet straight out in front of you. I’ll be in front of you so you don’t have to worry about holding the gown anymore. I’m going to walk you through some stretches.”

After he has me touch my toes and some other stretches that I haven’t done since gym class in high school, he gets a sheet from the counter and covers from my waist down. He then has me do some sit-ups and uses the sheet to keep me covered. After that he has me turn over, while he holds my gown, and has me do push-ups. Even though I’m fit, I still hate exercising, so this is like torture for me. He then has me stand up facing him.

“Good job. You’re in very good shape. I’m going to check your spine now, so I’ll need you to let go of the gown. I’ll try to keep you covered as much as I can.”

He takes one of his hands and keeps the gown closed about half way down my butt. I know the top of my crack is showing, but it’s better than all of it, I guess.

“I need you to bend as far forward as possible. Try to touch your toes.”

I do what he says and feel his hand tracing my spine. Goosebumps break out across my body. He goes lower and lower. I then feel him go even lower between the top of my butt cheeks to trace my spine all the way down to the end of my tail bone. He had to push in a little to really be able to feel it. It was getting pretty uncomfortable and I guess he could tell.

“I’m almost finished.”

A few seconds later he has me stand back up, and walks me to the table, still holding my gown closed.

“I’m just going to check your heart, BP, and pulse again.”

He takes the new measurements, and then lowers the top of the table.

“Hop back up here and lay down for me.”

He replaces the sheet on my lower half again.

“I’m going to test your flexibility. I want you to take as much as you can, but don’t cause yourself any really pain. Tell me to stop when it gets to be too much.”

He then proceeds to move my legs and hips every which way, stretching those muscles even more. The whole time he makes sure the sheet keeps me covered.

“You’re musculoskeletal system checks out perfectly. You’re very flexible which can come in handy sometimes. I’m going to move onto the abdominal exam.”

He pulls the sheet up until I feel air on the very bottom of my boobs. He then pulls the sheet down until the top of my mound shows, but nothing else.

“I want you to tell me if anything hurts. I’m going to start off with firm pressure and gradually increase. It will get uncomfortable, but I want you to bear with me. Nothing should actually hurt though. If it does, I want you to tell me immediately.”

He starts pressing on the upper right quadrant of my belly, adding more and more pressure until I’m not sure how much more I can take. Right before I’m about to say something he moves on to the next quadrant, and repeats himself. Every time it’s like he knows exactly how far he can take me. After he finishes with the top quadrant he moves to my sides where my kidneys are. I’m Ok at first, but then it gets to be too much and I yelp on each one.

“I know the kidneys can be sensitive, but it shouldn’t have been that bad. Have you ever had any issues with kidney stones or infections?”

“Yes, I’ve had a few kidney stones and I used to get UTIs fairly frequently.”

“When was your last one?”

“My last UTI was a couple of years ago, and the last kidney stone was about 5 years ago, I think.”

“Did you need any intervention or where you able to pass the stones on your own.”

“I passed them very painfully on my own, with the help of pain medicine.”

“It’s a very good thing that you’re able to pass them on your own. We will definitely need to keep an eye on that though.”

He examines my kidneys more, but he’s much gentler this time.

“Alright, I’m going to move onto your bladder. I’m sure you’re really beginning to feel that water by now?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much so. I’m honestly not sure how much longer I can hold it.”

“You won’t have to hold it for too much longer.”

He then takes something that looks like a puppy pad off of the bottom of his tray.

“I need you to lift up your bottom so I can slide this under you.”

As I’m lifting myself up, I notice he’s making sure not to pay any attention in case something accidentally shows.

“What is that for?”

“It isn’t uncommon for an accident to happen while I’m examining your bladder. This will just catch anything in case that does happen. It’s OK if you lose a little, just try to hold as much as you can.”

I nod my head that I understand and he then proceeds to push around my bladder. It’s not so bad at first.

“Good, you’re nice and extended just like I need you to be. It makes it so much easier for me to get an idea on the measurement of your bladder. Everything seems to be within normal limits. Here comes the uncomfortable part, just try to bear with me.”

He then pushes down pretty hard on the top of my bladder, almost likes he’s massaging it down.

I wince when he pushed down.

“Oww.”

“I’m almost finished.”

He then lets go of the pressure completely and I can’t hold it anymore. I hear liquid hit the pad. I cover my face with my hands.

“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing.”

He gently pulls my hands way and gives me a reassuring smile.

“Sweetheart, there’s no reason to be embarrassed. I’m going to be seeing a lot more bodily functions and fluids than that before this is all said and done. Are you finished? Do you still feel like you need to go a little?”

“Yes, I’ve got it under control now. I do still need to go, but I can definitely hold it for awhile now if I need to.”

“Good, that’s exactly how I need you to be. Go ahead and lift up your bottom and I’ll get rid of this pad.”

He hands me another tissue for me to wipe myself while he disposes up the pad. He then holds up the trashcan for me to throw it away.

“Alright, now that that part is over, it’s time to move onto the breast exam.”