I found it amusing that a clandestine medical fetish dungeon still had a receptionist overseeing scheduling. Dr. Payne whipped out her cellphone and tapped in a number, fast enough that I figured it was muscle memory. After a few brief moments, the other end picked up.

“Hi, Stacy, this is Jessie, I was wondering, is Lady Minerva done in room 3? We have it reserved next but I thought we might come a bit early... Okay, perfect, thanks doll!” Dr. Payne put her phone away, and I noticed Miss Frida getting to work removing her PPE until she was back to her regular scrubs. Dr. Payne followed suit, and I figured I might puncture the silence.

“I was curious Doctor, did you see anything out of the ordinary that you wanted to look at, or did you just want to be thorough?” I could feel my neurotic anxiety poking through, it was inescapable in a situation as erotically intense as this.

“Nope, nothing we could see, dear! At least, not yet, and besides, your mouth looked wonderful and you look healthy, so it’s not like we’re going to judge you if we find a weird mole.” I breathed an internal sigh of relief.

“You’re so anxious, young man, we’re going to have to talk with Miss Fran about that.” This was Miss Frida; most people wouldn’t see her good intentions behind her firm disciplinary demeanor, but I did, and her patting of my shoulder reinforced my belief.

“I’m just nervous, I want to stay on your good side.”

“Well you’re doing great, dear, don’t sweat it. Why don’t we head over and get you checked out?”

“Sure.” I stood up and we briskly left the suite. I had gotten up a bit too fast, and felt myself get lightheaded until Miss Frida’s hand steadied me.

“I’ve got you dear.”

“Thanks, Miss.” I said, dizzily. We pulled a left, and walked by a handful of smaller dental suites. In one, I saw a patient whose face was obscured by a drape, getting his mouth ruthlessly scraped down by an older woman in a wrinkled green gown.

“There’s more where that came from mister, keep groaning and it’ll be twenty more lashes for that ass of yours.” I shuddered internally but couldn’t help but feel a little stiff down there. I then witnessed two women in the last suite with their patient, a young woman they were firmly securing in transparent saran wrap.

“This way you’ll be nice and still for the doctor while she works, wouldn’t want you squirming, would we?” I briefly made eye contact with the woman who said this: she was small and olive skinned with light brown hair and fierce eyes. She shot me a malicious smile as we reached a nondescript black door with a placard labelled “exam room 3”.

“Looks like she’s coming out now.” Said Dr. Payne. Sure enough, the door opened and the fabled Lady Minerva exited with a bleary eyed submissive in tow. She had a round, pleasant face and fantastically manicured eyelashes that stood out against her brunette hair and fair complexion.

“Hey Jessie, good to see you.” The two exchanged muffled pleasantries while Dr. Payne excitedly shuffled me in. I briefly glanced behind me and saw the young man with Lady Minerva had been flogged severely. His back was a tapestry of jagged shapes, red blue and pink. Despite the plainly masochistic nature of the scene that must’ve preceded us, the room was a pretty plain exam room with all the usual fixtures. An exam couch, eye chart, a rack with an ophthalmoscope and other tools, a steel sink off to the side. This room would be entirely normal if it weren’t inside a fetish dungeon, but we were here. I noticed that almost every surface here was an off white, from the floors to the couch, to the countertops, and the color shined aggressively off of the bright fluorescent lights on the ceiling. Dr. Payne turned and addressed me after we entered.

“Alrighty dear, if you could just hop up on the couch and lie on your back for us?”

“Got it, doctor.” I quickly sprang into action and cautiously lurched onto the couch, shuffling into place as the paper under me crinkled. The couch was at a 45 degree angle, so I was more or less lying down. Dr. Payne and Miss Frida were already getting into more PPE: white isolation gowns and matching hair nets, both were now wearing soft shelled N95 masks. These outfits were decidedly more intimidating looking than earlier, but I was really just aroused. Miss Frida briefly glanced to me as she slipped into a pair of beige latex exam gloves. Dr. Payne was positioning a small headlamp as she struck up some conversation with me.

“So how have things been for you at the dungeon, young man? Miss Francesca is very fond of you, so I hope everyone else is treating you well.”

“Oh sure, I mean, I’ve been nervous about a lot of stuff but I’ve gotten really lucky with the Dommes I’ve been matched with. I was curious though, what’s a DNT? You and one of my other doctors mentioned it earlier.”

“It stands for “Do Not Touch”, it’s only for boys who impress us.” This was Miss Frida, who had now taken a seat on a small stool next to me.

“Yep, it means that the dentists won’t remove any teeth, or give you any preventative fillings, and the doctors won’t pierce you or take… anything else.” I was disturbed if not a little intrigued by Dr. Payne’s additional comment.

“Like… my…”

“Foreskin! Oh no dear, nothing more extreme than that, the most I’ve seen is a circumcision and even that was with CNC. But again, you’re off the hook. You must have impressed the panel on your intake check, and now I can see why.” I almost wanted to burst out laughing. I didn’t think I had ever seen anyone so chipper about kinky body modification, and a circumcision of all things! This was all so much to take in, but I was just glad that not one was interested in taking anything.

“Oh uh, just glad to hear it… Uh, Miss Frida, I was curious, I’m not trying to be rude, but where are you from? I think I noticed an accent.”

“Switzerland, I was born and raised in Zurich.” Bingo! I had her now.

“Oh neat! Are you a ZSC Lions fan?” After all these years, my knowledge of obscure hockey teams could be useful. Just as I had hoped, her face lit up in surprise.

“I am, actually! You’re funny.” She actually rolled up her sleeve a bit to reveal their logo tattooed on her bicep.

“Damn, you’re dedicated.”

“You can also know she’s Swiss because she can be a real disciplinarian when she needs to be!” This was Dr. Payne giving a playful jab. I didn’t even know if steely dispositions were part of the Swiss stereotype, but I had to admit, it was hot.

“Oh stop!” Miss Frida gave a reserved chuckle as she said this. I was shocked and relieved by this whole thing. To go from tense fear and the unknown, to this awkward camaraderie was quite the change.

As Dr. Payne finished donning a pair of light green exam gloves, she wordlessly slid a thin cloth drape over my midsection. “So, to start you off, I’m just going to raise the couch a bit, and Miss Frida is going to give you an extra oral exam, have you ever had one of those before?”

“Yes Doctor.”

“Good! So you know it’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m just going to be observing you two for now, and then when she’s done, we’ll get rid of that gown and give you a full skin check.

“Sure thing.” I nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, and of course, normally someone like Frida wouldn’t be allowed to look at you nude in a clinical setting, but I am in a qualified position, and we know you don’t mind, so there’s nothing to be worried about, is there?”

“Of course not, doctor.” I didn’t know about the legal semantics of who could look at me nude in a medical setting, but I really didn’t care. Miss Frida now swivelled herself behind me, and gently placed her hands on my shoulders.

“Okay young man, I’m just going to be feeling the back of your neck, your scalp, ears, everything I can get at while I’m behind you.”

“Yeah, just take it nice and easy for us… remember to breathe and just let Miss Frida work you over…” With this, I felt Miss Frida’s small, delicate hands pressing and prodding along my neck, jaw and ears.

“Would you lean your head down for me?” I followed Miss Frida’s instruction and felt her gently palpating my scalp, firmly rubbing my temples as well. I now felt the arresting sensation of Miss Frida pressing my TMJ, which was definitely tender, but it did feel good in an abstract sort of way.

“Oh my, lots of tenderness there dear, do you wear a night guard?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good, good… yeah, I might have to get you scheduled for a jaw massage, I think that would be very good for you… No other problems though, so I’m going to move onto your face, if you’ll just give me a moment.” I noticed Dr. Payne patiently watching us out of the corner of my eye. Her malicious smile indicated that she was enjoying the show. What was more surprising however, was Miss Frida sliding out of her scrub pants and changing into a pair of new exam gloves. I could make out her thin, pale legs under her isolation gown.

“Okay dear, I’m going to need to get very close to you for this part, so I’m going to take a seat on you just so you stay nice and steady for me, alright?” I was dumbfounded but also very turned on, how could I turn her down?

“Oh uh, sure Miss, whatever you need to do.” I now felt Dr. Payne’s hand gently patting my shoulder as she leaned in closer to me from behind.

“Alright, here I come.” Miss Frida delicately hopped up on the edge of the table, and began shifting herself on top of me, to the point that she was straddling my chest with her nice warm legs. I swore I could feel the warmth emanating from her slightly damp panties. Miss Frida was very, very close to me, not that I minded.

“Alright young man, just look straight at me, and remember to just try and relax.” Miss Frida now fixated her gaze on me, and began a firm regimen of pressing and prodding as she worked her hands all over my face. I felt her feeling my sinuses, cheekbones, the bridge of my nose, and my jawline mainly. She then took a few moments to just glide her soft gloved hands over my face, letting me enjoy the sensation. Her intense dark eyes were hypnotic, and even with my shyness I couldn’t break my focus on her.

“Good, no pain right?”

“No Ma’am.”

“Alright, if you could just close your eyes?” I followed and now felt her gently pressing on my eyelids and my orbital bone for a little bit until she seemed satisfied. I now felt her slowly dismounting from me as Dr. Payne walked to my front.

“Alright, you’re doing very well for us dear, so now we’re just going to disrobe you, stand you up, and examine you from head to toe to make sure your skin is in nice condition, sound good?”

“Of course, doctor.” I reflexively got off the couch, and stood at attention for the two clinicians. With this, Doctor Payne came closer to me, and with one swift movement, ripped off my gown. I was a little shocked, but couldn’t complain.

“It’s just paper, right?” She said.

“I guess so.” I chuckled as I said this. I now noticed Miss Frida untying a previously unseen rope and pulley from the wall. Attached to the rope was a small carabiner, and with a hand still on me, Dr. Payne removed a pair of felt padded cuffs from a drawer below the couch, which she attached to the rope.

“Alrighty young man, just come to the middle of the room, and raise your arms up nice and high, and we’ll get you strapped in.” I wordlessly obeyed, and Dr. Payne carefully locked me into the cuffs. I was now completely on display for these two women, and feeling a little nervous. Dr. Payne must’ve noticed, and she began softly brushing my skin with her warm hands.

“Just take some deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth… that’s it, just relax, all the hard stuff is over, we know you’re a good patient, and you did so well for us… just relax, allow yourself to feel good, to feel okay…” Her relentless positive energy had given way to this persuasive hypnosis, and I really was starting to relax, and just take their kindness at face value.

“Alrighty honey, why don’t we get started? So we’re just going to be checking you out, feeling your musculature, checking for any weird moles or marks that stand out, and then Miss Frida will give your head and neck a look, so just breathe in and enjoy it, we’ve got good hands.” I had to agree as I felt Dr. Payne gently stretching my skin, palpating my physique, squeezing my muscles, and doing other odd little tests.

“Frida, would you take a look at him from the back?”

“Of course…” Frida now came to my backside, and followed suit in feeling my shoulder blades, spine, and so on.

“Look, he’s got little dimples over his butt!” Dr. Payne actually pressed herself against my chest so she could look past me to see the marks of venus on the base of my spine.

“Oh my goodness! How cute is that? We’re going to have to take you away from Miss Francesca, honey, I’ve got so many ideas…” I couldn’t help but blush at her remark. After another minute of medically sanctioned fondling, Dr. Payne seemed momentarily satisfied.

“Wanna trade places? Just in case I missed something, you have better eyes than I do.”

“Sure.” Frida took a moment to glance me over before gently pressing on my nipples.

“Hmmm, they're a little firm, no tenderness, right?”

“No ma’am.”

“Good… just looking at the rest of your, abdomen and your arms…” She methodically looked me over, all with Dr. Payne dutifully watching, resting her gloved hands on my shoulders. I was caught off guard when I saw Miss Frida kneeling down.

“Jess, do you mind if I look at him… down there?”

“Not at all! I’ll join you.” Dr. Payne cheerily shifted around to share Miss Frida’s view. I felt her delicately take hold of my member, gently sliding my foreskin ever so slightly.

“Ah, just a bit of chafing, that’s all… did you have sex recently dear?”

“Uh, yes ma’am.” I said sheepishly. Dr. Payne picked up on this immediately and took my shoulders in her hands.

“Oh it’s nothing to be ashamed of honey! Did you have a good time?” I remembered yesterday afternoon with Miss Francesca, indeed it had been nice. Slow, patient, dreamily sliding our thighs together in that pitch black curtained room.

“Yeah…” My response trailed off.

“So glad to hear it, especially with a nervous boy like you!” Dr. Payne stroked my cheek as she said this.

“You know, Miss Francesca told me he felt really good… but you didn’t hear that from me, young man!” I didn’t know I could turn redder than I already was, but I stood here flabbergasted as Miss Frida dragged a finger down my member, and walked away.

Miss Frida made a grand show of changing her gloves, and it was here that I caught a glance from Dr. Payne, who gave me a sweet smile in spite of my embarrassment.

“Oh you! You just love getting him all worked up, don’t you? Let me get you a stool for the spine alignment check.”

“Thanks Jess.” As embarrassed as I was, I had to admire their disc jockey-like interplay. It was at this point that I noticed that Miss Frida was indeed rather petite, standing at what I guessed was 5’4, compared to Dr. Payne who practically stood shoulder to shoulder with my 6’1 frame. Miss Frida positioned the stool behind me, and began a gentle regimen of pressing down my spine again, but this time, I felt the cool sensation of a ruler being placed along my back. As she did this, Dr. Payne came to my front and placed her hands on my shoulders, gazing into my eyes with that dreamy stare of hers. After a few more moments of pressing and aligning down my back, Miss Frida was seemingly satisfied, and the two of them removed their hands from me, discarding their gloves in a small waste bin in the corner closest to the door.

“Alright honey, well I think Miss Frida and I can agree that you’re in very good health, at least by our assessment… but, I’d feel just terrible if we didn’t take some preventative measures for you…” I was genuinely confused by this last comment.

“What did you have in mind, doctor?”

“Oh well, it’s just that you’re so pale! I can barely even see a farmers tan on you! I think it would be good if we worked you over with some sunblock, might help you relax, and it’ll keep you protected for a few hours… ah, hell, we just want to have a bit of fun with you! You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, doctor.” I chuckled reservedly.

With that, Dr. Payne retrieved a bottle and a tube of high grade neutrogena from her bag, and handed the latter off to Miss Frida. Dr. Payne also retrieved two pairs of beige exam gloves from her bag.

“Good thinking, thanks.” Said Miss Frida, as she discarded her old gloves and slid on the new pair in agonizing, sensual fashion.

“And you know honey, I’m sure any Domme worth her salt would love to do something like this, we’re always looking for excuses to fondle! And of course, you can always tell her that Dr. Payne prescribed this.” I gave Dr. Payne a shy smile as she said this, and began working me over with the mild smelling substance. Miss Frida followed the same process on my backside, and I felt her hands get warm and slick as the friction built and subsided with each application. On occasion, the sunblock would be a bit cold, and I couldn’t help but shudder.

“Sorry, doctor.”

“Oh we don’t mind, honey! Just gives me an excuse to get closer.” She said this as she wrapped herself around me, and began working down my chest and stomach. Miss Frida simply switched to my legs, as if she was used to this routine.

“There, now I can keep you warm, we’re almost done anyway…” The fact that my corny beachside porno fantasies were coming true was one thing, but the fact that a ridiculously qualified doctor was involved was something else entirely. I hadn’t noticed Miss Frida’s plain white boots until she got up on the stool one last time, but I admired the sci-fi aesthetic that they lended her. She applied some of the sunblock to her hand, and took a good, piercing look at my face.

“Close your eyes for me?” I did so, and felt her hands smothering my face. Dr. Payne had already finished, and simply held onto me from the back.

“Just want to get your eyelids too, very sensitive skin there…” She said this as I felt her thumbs pressing into them, an invigorating sensation for one. Dr. Payne retracted her grip, and removed her gloves, presumably to check her phone, which had sounded a text alert.

“Ah, probably Fran.” She glanced at her phone, dialed a number and raised it to her ear. After a moment, she got a response.

“Hey, perfect timing! He’s all ready for you. Perfect, see you in a bit!” She then turned her attention to me.

“Alrighty dear, you’re all done, and this time we mean for real! We got your skin nice and supple for Miss Francesca, didn’t we? Let me get you down.” Dr. Payne proceeded to unlatch the cuffs holding my arms up, and she was notably considerate to press on my shoulders, which had gotten a little stiff.

“Sorry dear, hard to keep our hands off of you, I guess.” Dr. Payne gave my bare butt a playful tap, and walked me near the door. Miss Frida wordlessly approached me with a new paper gown, which I assumed she had gotten from the corner cabinet. She slid it on me from the front, and in perfect tandem Dr. Payne tied me up from the back.

“Alrighty, well, I guess we’ll take you back now?”

“I guess so, thank you both for treating me so well, I had no idea what to expect but I had a wonderful time.” Dr. Payne’s facial expression softened, and I felt her and Frida locking me into a three way embrace, made all the more awkward by the height disparity between the women.

“Awwww, our pleasure dear! Don’t stay away for too long!” We exchanged these sentimental pleasantries and embraced for a bit longer, and I realized that I had indeed felt safe in their care.

Dr. Payne walked me out the door, with Miss Frida following behind me, a single hand on my shoulder. They looked proud, and I was proud that they were proud, even if we had already done this parade from the dental suite. I noticed Dr. Payne shoot a smile to the older woman from earlier, who was still working away at her patient's mouth. As we reached the door to the waiting room, I saw another open suite with a younger man strapped to the chair, with a stout younger woman in scrubs sitting on his chest as another clinician was putting eye drops in his eyes, of all things. Dr. Payne opened the door and gave my butt a playful push to beckon me through. We were now greeted by Miss Francesca (I realized I would confuse myself if I kept thinking of her as Miss F.), Her face lit up upon the sight of us.

“Look at this! How’d he do?”

“Well, you finally have someone polite!” Said Miss Frida.

“Mhmm, healthy as can be, send him back whenever the need arises, we wanna keep him that way, right?” Dr. Payne shared a chuckle with Miss Francesca as she said this, and the latter woman gently took my hand. An inquisitive look shot across Miss Frida’s face.

“You know, I’d recommend him if you’d like someone to pleasure you orally, he takes good care of himself, I don’t think I’ve had to work on anyone less.” I had to appreciate Miss Frida putting a good word in for me, even if she hadn’t known me that long. Still, I looked down in crippling shyness, even as Miss Francesca’s face lit up.

“I had a feeling! Well, glad to know my selection paid off. You know, Jess told me that she’d only take a patient for an examination if he wasn’t a brat or afraid of the dentist’s, so I knew we had it in the bag.... Come on dear, you’ve had a long day, why don’t we head back to our room?”

“Take care you two!” This was Dr. Payne, and I looked back to see her give me a courteous wave. Miss Frida gave me a coy wink, implying that she wasn’t quite done with me, at least in the long run. We walked out of the waiting room, and I noticed my legs buckling slightly with adrenaline. I was relieved that I had not only survived, but had made such good connections.

“Did you have a good time?”

“I was overjoyed, Miss.”

“Good! So you won’t mind if I send you back so you’re in good condition for me?”

“Not at all.”

“Excellent, I’m so glad this arrangement worked out.” We shared a warm smile as we reached the door to her studio: I had survived my mission.