In the story “Ms Reese’s Awakening“ an encounter between Ms. Reese and Mr. Miller- a patient of Dr. Bolton’s, is recounted. There was more to the encounter than that included in the story.

When Ms. Reese finished with Mr. Miller she hurried to Dr. Bolton’s office. When she burst in the doctor was sitting behind her desk. Ms. Reese excitedly exclaimed, “Oh Elizabeth that was incredible. Thank you so much. What a turn on. It was so empowering to be in complete control of him. How titillating.”

Ms. Reese went on in great detail omitting nothing about what took place between her and the male patient. Dr. Bolton listened intently and was quickly getting caught up in the woman’s enthusiasm. Ms. Reese eagerly admitted it was one of the most erotic experiences she ever had- and that’s saying something given the extent of her femdom activities the past few years.

At one point as Ms. Reese was speaking Dr. Bolton interrupted her asking excitedly, “Whoo, whoo, whoo, so let me make sure I understand. At one point you smacked him on the ass and that led him to apologize and plead with you not to tell me about his recalcitrant behavior.”

Ms. Reese proudly nodded in the affirmative.

“WOW!! I have to say Margaret, you certainly made the most of the opportunity and, boy did you have your way with him,” continued Dr. Bolton.

As Ms. Reese went on some naughty thoughts crossed Dr. Bolton’s mind. She rose and came around her desk and after getting close to Ms. Reese interrupted her and in almost a whisper stated in a sultry voice, “How would you like to have some more fun with Mr. Miller?”

Ms. Reese’s eyes got real big and giving the doctor an inquisitive look asked in a suggestive tone, “What do you mean Elizabeth?”

With that sly smile of hers Dr. Bolton responded, “Ohhh, I was thinking of you accompanying me to the exam room while I examine Mr Miller. And I can assure you you won’t be disappointed!”

Hearing the doctor’s suggestion Ms Reese could hardly contain her eagerness. She shot back, “Yes, yes, what do you have in mind?”

Smiling, the doctor retorted, “I thought you’d like my suggestion. I have some ideas. Shall we go show Mr. Miller what it's like to be submissive to and humiliated by two strong, professional women!”

As they headed toward the door Dr. Bolton reached for the lab coat Ms. Reese had returned to her. Swinging around to face Ms. Reese she said, “You know, I think I’ll leave the lab coat. If we’re both dressed the way we are in street clothes it will be much more intimidating and heighten his unease.” The two women let out a sinister chuckle as they departed the office and confidently strided down the hallway.

Unaware of what was in store for him Mr. Miller was sitting on the exam table as he was told to do by Ms. Reese when the door opened and in walked Dr. Bolton. Almost instinctively his hand went to his groin to cover himself. Dr.Bolton caught this action and smiled to herself. She always found it amusing when her male patients did this because their sense of modesty was quite misplaced given what they were about to experience where generally no part of their anatomy would not be seen and/or probed by the attractive, female doctor.

Typically when she enters the exam room they are wearing that ridiculous t-shirt type of gown that comes down to just below the belly button leaving their middle section completely exposed that is standard fare for her adult male patients. Mr. Miller this day was nude because, well, that’s the way Dr. Bolton wanted him when he had his interaction with Ms. Reese.

What Mr. Miller did not expect was to see Ms. Reese who followed the doctor into the exam room.

As Dr. Bolton approached Mr. Miller she spoke in that confident slightly arrogant tone, “I asked Ms. Reese to come back to the exam room since you had an opportunity to meet her earlier. I wanted you to know she is responsible for the extremely affordable medical insurance you’re fortunate to have through your wife’s corporate position. Without her efforts your wife would be paying considerably more for health coverage!”

With a shocked look Mr. Miller apprehensively asked, “Y-y-you mean she’s not your nurse?”

Chuckling, Dr. Bolton boldly responded, “No, hardly. She is an insurance executive. The firm she owns, the one that provides your medical insurance through your wife’s company, specializes in issuing health insurance programs for female headed businesses. That’s how I met her.”

As Mr. Miller sat uncomfortably- doing his best to hide himself from the two professional women standing in front of him, numerous distressing thoughts were swirling around in his head. First and foremost he was mortified now that he knew Ms. Reese was not a medical professional not only at being naked in her presence but also recalling the whole experience he just had with her that culminated in the degrading action of her taking his temperature in his bottom.

He also felt quite intimidated because both women were smartly dressed, highly successful professionals who had complete control over him.To make matters even worse both were fit looking with nice athletic physiques that contrasted dramatically with his flabby body that was on full display. And lastly he worried about why the other woman was there and if she made Dr. Bolton aware of his earlier childish behavior,

He didn’t have long to contemplate. He was snapped out of his disconcerting mental fog when Dr. Bolton announced almost happily, “OK Mr. Miller let’s get you up on the scale to see how you’re doing with the weight control program I put you on.”

Mr. Miller panicking looked from one woman to the other and in an alarmed voice asked,“She isn’t going to stay in the room while you examine me, is she doctor?”

Dr. Bolton had anticipated the question and in a curt and somewhat condescending manner as she put her hands on her hips shot back, “Do you have a problem with that Mr. Miller?

The doctor’s response served to intimidate him. This coupled with the confusion and fear he felt clouded his thinking causing him not to know how to respond. Finally finding some backbone he retorted, “But she’s not a medical person and-and I am sitting here naked.”

Dr. Bolton knowing she had the advantage, decided to infuse a little verbal humiliation into the exchange exclaiming abruptly, “That’s rather interesting Mr. Miller. You certainly don't have any second thoughts about taking your clothes off for me.”

Mr. Miller, almost interrupting, blurted out, “That’s different. You’re my doctor. I’m accustomed to you seeing me undressed when I have an appointment with you.”

“Come, come Mr. Miller. Do I need to remind you about the interaction you had with Ms. Reese just a few minutes ago,” Dr. Bolton shot back in a patronizing tone staring him right in the face.

He wanted to challenge the doctor’s comment but he was so overwhelmed by what was taking place and the situation he found himself in he simply dropped his head in defeat.

Dr. Bolton sensing the fight was out of him triumphantly repeated, “Now up on the scale so we can get you weighed.”

The two women watched the almost comical scene as the middle-aged, flabby male patient gingerly slid off the exam table and walked hesitantly across the exam room with both hands tightly clasped to conceal his manhood. Both women escorted him to the scale that was located at the far end of the large room.

As he mounted the scale Dr. Bolton's first impulse was to make him place his hands at his side to make him stand fully exposed both to further embarrass him but also so she and Ms. Reese could feast their eyes when his entire body was on display. She decided instead that his submissiveness and their domination and control over him and the situation would be intensified with him continuing to struggle to hide himself from them. So she said nothing.

When his weight was registered Dr. Bolton- perhaps just as a show of her authority over him, lightly tapped his left asscheek to indicate he should step off the scale. She then told him to return to the exam table Ms. Reese purposely held back so she could get an unfettered view of his backside as he walked hands tightly clasped over his groin.

When nearing the exam table Dr. Bolton told him now that she had an accurate weight registered he could put on the t-shirt looking gown she pointed to and have a seat on the table. He turned away from both women when he did this.

Looking at him in the gown, Ms. Reese thought to herself the same thing Dr. Bolton determined earlier. Having to wear the silly t-shirt gown actually was many respects more embarrassing than being completely naked. It was quite demeaning to have to wear it given how exposed the individual wearing it was.

As he was climbing on the exam table Dr. Bolton inquired, “So Mr. Miller tell me about the constipation you’ve been experiencing?”

He really didn’t want to discuss his embarrassing condition in front of Ms. Reese but he knew that was not an option. He tried to downplay the issue hoping Dr. Bolton would simply write a prescription for him. No such luck. The doctor started questioning him about such things as bowel movements, bloating, pain, eating habits and a battery of similarly unsettling questions.

When she finished her questioning she directed him to lie down on his back. As he did he continued his misplaced effort at modesty by trying awkwardly and mostly unsuccessfully to shield his genitals from the women’s view.

Dr. Bolton proceeded to feel around his abdomen asking if he felt any pain. Once the doctor was satisfied she announced , “OK, roll over and position yourself on all fours. I’m next going to give you a rectal exam.” +++++++++

His head shot up and almost pleading while casting his eyes Ms. Reese’s way asked, “Is that really necessary doctor?”

“Yes,” was all she responded.

Mr. Miller’s gaze shifted back to Ms. Reese as Dr. Bolton was delivering the devastating news. She had a smug, self-satisfied look about her. He also noticed a sly smile came across her face. His face turned even a deeper shade of crimson and trepidation was written all over it as he considered what he was being told to do. He thought to himself how humiliating a position that was to be in in front of the two women.

He seemed paralyzed. He felt completely trapped. He thought about refusing but a fear came over him not only that Ms. Reese had told Dr. Bolton about his behavior and this was his punishment but more worrisome if he refused could his wife lose her health insurance.

With both women staring at him and the doctor ominously snapping on gloves and collecting medical instruments that she placed on a rolling table, he sighed deeply and shedding what was left of his manliness ever so reluctantly rolled over and positioned himself as directed by his female tormentor.

Dr. Bolton certainly didn’t make the situation any easier for him because as she prepared to conduct the exam, maybe for the benefit of Ms. Reese but certainly to further his humiliation, she felt it necessary to remind him, “You may feel pressure in your bottom as my finger enters and is inside of you. The feeling should be similar to when I perform your rectal exam during your annual physical.”

As the doctor began the exam, Ms. Reese- who was in seventh heaven and could hardly contain her excitement, again started experiencing strong sexual stirrings as she watched. To her, with him being placed in that exposed, degrading position by a woman and facing that woman exploring his most private body part, was the ultimate femdom situation. Ms. Reese was torn between wanting to observe up close Dr. Bolton’s examination and desiring to watch Mr. Miller’s facial expressions as the doctor probed him down there. How satisfying she thought to herself.

When Dr. Bolton inserted her gloved, lubricated finger into Mr. Miller’s back hole he let out a low grunt and dropped his head. Ms. Reese took the opportunity to move behind him close to the doctor to steal a view of his testicles hanging low between his legs. Having found the right angle she was able to get a nice look at his cock. Oh how enjoyable this was.

When Dr. Bolton withdrew her finger she told Mr. Miller to remain in position. His head remained low as if in complete submission. She reached over to the table on wheels and retrieved an instrument that looked similar to a speculum to Ms. Reese. The doctor then in a professional tone said to the shamefaced man. “I’m going to open you up wider using a rectal speculum so I can visually inspect your insides with the aid of a light.

As the doctor proceeded Mr. Miller looked distraught. Now in addition to the terrible humiliation he was enduring in the presence of the two women he now had to deal with discomfort and he grimaced as the instrument was pushed inside his rectum and opened.. At one point he let out sounds as if he was in pain. And at one point he looked back over his shoulder as if to see what the doctor was doing.

After what seemed like an eternity to him Dr. Bolton withdrew the speculum and set it down. She went around the exam table to his front and reported, “I don’t see any blockage or any other reason for the constipation you’re experiencing. Remain in position. I'm going to administer a cleansing enema as a precaution. If you are blocked up further in your bowels the enema should clean you out.”

At this point he looked completely beaten. Now he was going to have to endure being given an enema by the attractive, female doctor as this other woman, not even a medical person, watched. His self-esteem was at a new low. The indignity of it!

Without much of an alternative he shamefaced obeyed the doctor and remained in the exposed and terribly embarrassing position as she prepared to administer the enema. Before long he felt the nozzle being pushed rather deeply into him followed by the flow of the liquid solution entering him. As he filled with the solution his uncomfortableness became obvious based on his facial expressions and the way he moved his body. Dr. Bolton acted like a strict disciplinarian telling him to remain still and that he needed to take more of the solution.

When the enema bag was empty Dr. Bolton in a deliberate manner extracted the enema nozzle from Mr. Miller’s anus and only then announced he could go to the bathroom to expel the solution. He practically jumped off the exam table and making no attempt to hide his genitals from the two women- that was such a preoccupation earlier, hastily made his way to the door to the adjourning bathroom. Ms. Reese marveled at the way his cock gyrated and slapped against his body as he rushed to the bathroom.

When he returned from the restroom he must have been so relieved from emptying out the enema solution and/or he was so completely defeated by the activities he was made to endure by Dr. Bolton that his self-respect was gone, he again made no effort to shield himself from their view. He simply stood between the two women rubbing his stomach. It was quite the scene. And the picture was not lost on either woman.

Dr. Bolton had one last indignity to dish out. With a slight smile on her face she announced, “OK, I’m going to give you a suppository to assist with the constipation. Have you ever had a suppository?”

In a sheepish voice he simply said, “No.”

She continued, “The suppository is inserted in the rectum where it will release medication as it dissolves. So go ahead and bend over the exam table for me!”

He meekly asked, “Isn’t there an oral medication you can prescribe?”

Dr. Bolton responded in a no nonsense tone, “A suppository will be more effective. Now turn around and bend over!”

Mr. Miller had no fight left in him. He almost involuntarily obediently did as directed. Ms. Reese got up close and watched with great interest as Dr. Bolton first unwrapped the suppository then expertly spread his asscheeks with one hand exposing his back hole and effortlessly pushed the suppository into him with the other until it was out of sight. His opening was still glistening from the lubricant Dr. Bolton used during the exam.

Dr. Bolton then a second time tapped him on the asscheek and announced rather loudly, “All done! The suppository should fully dissolve in an hour or so. You can go retrieve your clothing and get dressed.”

As he rose and headed to the safety of the screened area where his clothes were left, both women looked at each other and put their hands to their mouths. He walked with a decided kink like he had a pole up his behind. Dr. Bolton had no doubt given him a very sore backside. The two women had expressions of utter satisfaction on their faces.