You have arrived in a strange city for a seminar. The flight was pretty humdrum. You collect your bags and have little trouble locating the shuttle to the hotel. It is a balmy afternoon, the sun is shining. The ride was a little bumpy at times. Being a temperate zone with its numerous freeze- thaw cycles takes its toll on the region's roads. You check in and tip the bellhop for bringing the bags up. The trip has tired you and you elect to catch a little nap before un-packing completely. You change into a thin silky nightgown and climb between the crisp covers of the industrially washed linens. The bed, although of typical hotel firmness, is comfortable enough, and soon you are fast asleep.

After 2 hours you stir and awaken with intense abdominal pains. Perhaps the meal on the plane? Or something certainly aggravated by that bone-jarring ride. Whatever, here you are in a strange city and somewhat panicky as to how you are going to find a doctor. You want immediate attention, as you have a busy schedule starting in the morning and cannot have this interference. You call down to the concierge, and explain your predicament. He remembers you checking in, and immediately the wheels begin to spin. He is a good friend of mine, and knows the types of 'patients' I like to treat in my somewhat amateur medical 'profession'.

He puts you at ease, assuring you that the hotel has an excellent rapport with several local doctors, and he will contact one at once. My pager goes off, and from its display, I know what the call is. I confer with my friend at the hotel; he gives me your name, room number, a brief description, and assurances that this is a call I do not want to pass. I thank him once again, and grab my black bag of various instruments that I have collected and maintain at the ready. Traffic is fairly light for an early evening, and I make good time reaching the hotel in 20 minutes. I park and make my way into the building. I slip my friend the customary $100 tip and head for the elevator. I ride the elevator to your floor, and turn for your room. Reaching the door, I rap firmly.

You hear my knock, throw the bedcovers to the side, and in obvious discomfort you rise, grab your robe to cover the sheer nightie, and make your way to the door. Peering through the peephole, you see my form carrying the black bag. Assured it is the doctor, you open the door. Being in the dark room, with the bright hallway lights behind me, your view of me is somewhat obscured.

"Doctor?" you ask.

I reply, "Yes, the hotel sent for me," as I make my way into your room.

"Doctor, I am so thankful that you have come on such short notice."

"I am pleased to be able to help," as I extend my hand. You feel my strong hand gently grasp yours as I think, 'I am so VERY pleased', as I take in the sight before me. My friend was so right about not wanting to pass this one by.

I enter the room and place my black bag on the table. I pull the table closer to the bed, and motion for you to take a place on the bed. I adjust the curtains to brighten the room by letting in the evening sun, the orange setting Sun casting a warm glow over the room. As I go into the bathroom to wash my hands, I ask, "What seems to be the problem?"

You hear the faucet running as you explain your trip and how you have suddenly developed a severe painful cramp in your abdomen; perhaps some indigestion, you think. I dry my hands, walk back into the main room, and explain, "Well, we'll know soon enough." I smile at you.

I open my bag and remove a combination opthalmo/otoscope. I put the appropriate tip on and test the light's brightness. I approach you sitting on the bed with your legs hanging over the side. I motion for you too look over my shoulder past my ear. You comply perfectly. My hand steadies your chin, adjusting your head. I hold the 'scope between us, as I lean close to you. You smell my breath as the bright light blinds you; you feel your optic nerve being dulled from the intense light. I then repeat the same for the other eye. As I finish, I move the light away, causing you to blink rapidly as you feel the tears slightly well against your eye. Your vision slowly restores.

I change the tip on the 'scope to a more pointy one, and motion for you to turn your head. You feel my fingers brush your hair aside, then grasp your lobe. I firmly grasp your ear lobe, actually pinching and tugging to position your ear canal; you wince in obvious pain. The hard plastic penetrates your ear, and suddenly you think of a different sort of penetration. . .I have you turn the other way, and repeat for the other ear.

I now remove a ziplock bag from my bag and remove a thick wooden tongue depressor. Holding the 'scope with the bright light, I ask you to "Open wide and say ahh". You do as instructed. The depressor goes deep in your mouth, touching the back of your throat and firmly restraining your tongue as I shine the light. You feel the gag reflex building as you struggle to breath; I see the horror grow in your eyes. You never were a good deep-throater; your boyfriend has gotten angry with you for that. Just before you feel the point of nauseous ness approach, I remove the wooden depressor and you inhale deeply.

I throw the depressor into the nearby waste can and put the scope away. I turn back to you and firmly place my hands upon your neck. You feel my firm hands as I palpitate your neck, checking your lymph glands. "Hmmm. Seem swollen." You had not noticed before, but now with my touch you can feel the dull ache from the swollen glands. "And you do feel feverish. I'll check your temperature."

I go to my bag, rummaging through for a moment and announce, "Oh my, I left in such a rush, I forgot the normal thermometer. I guess this will do." I turn around, and you see me holding a rather large glass rod; by the size it must be a veterinary or candy thermometer. You're taken back by the thought of that in your mouth. Then you see the tube of KY jelly lubricant in my other hand, and realize the intended location is somewhere else. You plead, "Doctor, is this really necessary?" I reply, "I'm sorry, it is all I have with me." You plead with me. My instructions are firm: "Roll over onto your hands and knees at once!" You feel my hand grasping your forearm and leading your body into position.

You resist my direction, and are startled as my hand slaps your pantied ass through the thin nightgown. You shriek as my hand smacks raise the nightgown and the white cotton clad cheeks come into view. You slowly relent and position your self as instructed on your hands and knees. You bury your head, muffling your sobs, in the pillow and elevate your hips and ass high. I raise your robe and nightgown over your hips, exposing your white cotton pantied ass. You feel my fingers slip beneath the elastic at your hips, and I peel the panties down.

I notice how the crotch of your panties sticks to your wetness. Your pussy comes into view, the lips moist and puffy. You raise one knee then the other as I slide them down and off. With your humiliation of being so exposed to a strange man that you have just met, you bury your face deep in the pillow. Watching you and assured you cannot see me, I open the panties and raise the moist crotch panel to my nose, and inhale deeply. The scent intoxicates me, filling me with power. My moustache absorbs your wetness, the scent lingers as I neatly fold the cotton and place the panties to the side, and turn my attention to the patient before me.

I apply a liberal amount of KY to my long index finger. You feel my hands spread your sore crimson ass cheeks, and your puckered rosebud comes into view. As my jellied finger contacts your anus, your sphincter winks. I instruct, "Bear down now." I watch as your anus puckers, and I slowly press harder and you feel the pressure increasing, until your anus slowly yields and you feel my finger slide into you. You look at the bed's headboard and gasp, as you realize the intruder is not the thermometer but my finger.

I announce, "Just a li'l lubrication to make you more comfortable." Your mind goes wild, as my finger twists and turns deep in your ass. I feel your anus clamping on my finger, and sense your hips rocking - pushing back on my finger. I eventually withdraw, and you feel the cold thick glass rod enter your ass. "This will take a few moments" I announce. I relish the site of the large glass rod poking between your cheeks. I again notice your labia, wet and puffy. I adjust the thermometer, you feel it twist in your ass.

Several moments pass, and I withdraw the thermometer. "Hmmm, yes it is high. An infection, I'm sure, and you seem to be impacted." You look over your shoulder as I remove a fleet enema from my bag. "This should clear that up." You feel the enema nozzle enter your ass, and I squeeze the bulb, injecting the solution into your rectum. After holding that for several minutes, you go into the bathroom to void the contents. Upon your return, I instruct you to get in the same position to see if the impaction is cleared. While you were away I opened a foil packet from my case and palmed a sedative suppository.

You feel my hands spread your cheeks and I hold the suppo poised at your anus. I push it deep in your ass. You're surprised how deep my finger reaches, as I announce "Ahh yes, seems all clear now". I hold the suppo till I feel your heat begin to melt the waxy bullet. I withdraw my finger and I wipe the excess KY off of you with a tissue. You feel my strokes brush your puffy labia, I feel you shudder. I toss the tissue and wash my hands, as you roll over, thankful that ordeal is now over, and wonder what the Doctor has next for you.

I return and remove a stethoscope from my bag, and put the earpieces in my ear. I instruct you, "Lower your robe". You look at me nervously as you open the robe and let it fall from your shoulders. I feel my loins twitch as the sheer material covering your breasts comes into view. I push the thin material aside and place the stethoscope over your breast. You jump from the coldness suddenly placed against your soft skin.

I instruct you to "Breathe deeply". I watch as your breasts rise. "And exhale," and now they fall. I move the steth and we repeat this several times. The nightgown opens more with each of my movements exposing more of your breasts and nipples to my gaze. Finally I open your nightgown pushing it clear of your shoulders; it falls to your waist as I place the stethoscope on your back. I repeat my commands, moving the stethoscope around your back, seeming to listen intently as I watch your nipples harden and your breasts rise and fall with each breath.

I remove the stethoscope from my ears and ask you to sit up straight and raise your arms over your head. The action causes your tits to jut out proudly. You watch my gaze fall upon your chest, and blush. I place my hands, first with my fingertips gently grazing the soft skin (your nipples straining harder yet), then cupping beneath your breasts, seeming to heft them for weight. The bulge in my trousers grows more pronounced. I step awkwardly to relieve the strain as I instruct you to lie flat on the bed and place your right hand behind your head. I flatten my fingers as I examine your right breast, compressing the gland against your ribs. I cover the entire breast in a circular systematic pattern.

My touch began softly, and now gradually becomes firmer until finally my hand is forcefully compressing your tit. I feel your nipple harden to my touch as my hand mauls your breast, rubbing the soft flesh raw. You are startled as my fingers suddenly pinch your nipple (checking for any discharge), and you wince in agony and stifle scream to a whimper. I instruct you to switch arms, and I repeat it for your left breast.

The robe by now has fallen aside. I adjust the nightgown lower, exposing your abdomen; the gown is pushed down to your hips, and your pubic hair pokes beneath the edge. I place my hands high on your abdomen, just beneath your ribs. I begin to palpitate, press and poke. My hands move lower, and I watch your face as the telltale grimace emerges from my poking of your sore tummy. Down the sides, past your navel. My fingers move beneath the gown, into the shaven moist folds. My mind is intrigued as I envision performing the ritual of shaving your most intimate area. My fingers press into the Y between your hips and thighs. I raise the gown and move to the bed's end. "Scoot on down here, and place your heels flat on the bed." As you move down the gown rides up, exposing your charms.

I adjust your ankles and legs, spreading you wide-so wide your hips hurt being spread so. Your moist pussy lips gape slightly. I move the corner floor lamp over, brightly illuminating you. At this time you notice the warm feeling washing over you. It began deep in your belly and has grown, making you more and more drowsy.

I position myself between your widely spread legs, making a big deal out of snapping on the latex gloves. My face so close you can feel my breath on your body as I exhale. I smell your now familiar scent. It numbs my mind and empowers me to make the bold moves to come.

Once I am satisfied you are unaware, I lower my hands below the bedside shielding them from your view, and I peel off the latex gloves. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer the feel of skin to skin. You feel my fingers touch you on your labia. Gently peeling back the petals, exposing the wet inner pink lips. I slip a finger in slightly, palpitate the sides, checking the bartholins. My finger rises, spreading your lips, opening you up. Your urethra is pink and healthy. My fingers move higher opening the lips, pulling back the hood, and your clitoris pops into view. My fingers graze over your clit, I hear your gasp, and your hips buck. I know although the sedative is taking affect, my touch causes you strong feelings that no chemical can hide. Your eyes roll back, as you bite your lower lip.

My fingers busy themselves holding you open for my examination as my finger runs circles over your hardening clit. Your hips rise pushing your pussy into my hands. With my fingers, I size your vagina and select a speculum from the four in my case. You catch the glint of the light reflecting off the polished metal. You feel my fingers spread your labia, the cold steel 'penis' poised at your lips. "Breath deep," I instruct. You suck air and ready yourself, closing your eyes and biting your lower lip.

You feel your pussy open and engulf the steel blades as I push the speculum deep. The metal clicks as I open the blades ; you feel yourself open WIDE to my view. Your vaginal muscles spasm, gripping the hard steel; the cold metal feeling as if it is tearing you open. I adjust the bright floor lamp, fully illuminating your now gaping pussy. I examine your cervix.

I announce, "The source of your cramping is a vaginal infection. Fortunately, I have a means of destroying the infection." You listen but the words sound far away as the drug takes effect and I remove the speculum. You feel the blades close slightly as I remove the hard steel from your vagina. You feel the speculum rotate as I examine your vaginal walls while withdrawing. I pick the gloves off the floor and cause a snapping sound as if removing them.

I move over to my bag and remove a bottle of solution, cotton balls, long thick Q-tips and what looks like a bright halogen lamp.

"The treatment involves directly applying this antibiotic solution while exposing the infection to this bright light." As I place mirrored sunglasses on I explain, "The lamps brightness is so powerful, eye damage may occur. For your safety it will be necessary to blindfold you." You weakly nod as I place the blindfold on your head, securing it. "I also find that patients tend to move around a lot during this treatment, it will be best to restrain you." I sense your alarm. "Mind you this is not in anyway painful, just that the strange feelings while being blindfolded cause some patients to make involuntary movements." You feel my hands tie silk scarves between your wrists & ankles and the bed frame. Your body is now restrained and blindfolded. "Are you comfortable?" I watch as you nod yes, licking your lips nervously.

"I'll now turn on the lamp. Can you see anything?" You nod a 'No'. Your mind is now dulled, but you wonder at the strange sequence of recent events that led to you naked, blindfolded and bound to a hotel room bed in a strange city with a strange man; although a Doctor, still a stranger . . . As I toss the lamp to the side I announce "Good, we shall now begin."

You feel the coldness of the solution as I pour it on your pubis. Your mouth opens and sucks air deeply as your arms and legs pull tightly at the binds. Your wetness and sweet smell flushed by the unmarked chilled bottle of Poland Spring water fills the air.

My head lowers and I inhale as my tongue slathers over your wet pubis and pussy lips. You feel a somewhat familiar, yet strange, feeling as the 'cotton' begins to swab the solution over and between your pussy lips. Tasting the sweet nectar, my tongue darts between the folds, as my fingers pinch your labia and pull your pussy lips wide open, my tongue like a crazed insect, searching for the hard nub. Your body recoils as my tongue dances over your clit. I nibble on your lips.

"I'll now apply the solution internally." You feel a finger slip into your wet pussy and then withdraw only to renter with a second finger. My fingers slowly stroke in and out as my other hand holds your clit exposed for my tongue. Your hips rock and buck as your breathing quickens and your wrists and ankles pull at the binds.

"It is necessary to thoroughly spread the pool of solution laying against your cervix by palpitating via your rectum." As I squirt a glob of KY on my fingers, you hear the words but the drug's effect numbs the meaning. You feel my hands spread your ass cheeks. As a well-lubricated finger enters your anus, your mouth opens in a gasp. You moan softly as a second finger enters your swollen pussy. The fingers move in unison, palpitating the thin wall between your vagina and rectum. The fingers probe deeply and then withdraw, only to reenter, and joined by a second finger in your rectum. I watch as your face turns side to side, the pain of your sphincter so widely stretched evident. I can feel your anal muscles spasm, grasping my fingers as they probe in and out.

My tongue flicking your clit and fingers probing continues incessantly .... seemingly for hours.......

I announce it will be necessary to perform a transvaginal ultrasound to confirm the satisfactory results. Your naked and aroused body lies bound to the bed as your mind imagines the scene, the drug causing you to wonder if this is truly reality, or a dream caused by being away from your boyfriend for too long.

I stand beside the bed and announce the details of the final procedure, as I look over your outstretched naked body. Your hands tied high over your head, your legs bound and stretched wide. Your perspiration from my earlier techniques coats your beautiful glistening body. The blindfold covering your eyes. You listen to my voice, saying: "An ultrasound probe will be inserted into your vagina." My hands remove the blindfold. Your eyes blink rapidly, adjusting to the room light. I untie the binds, and you rub the redness from your earlier straining.

I remove a black dildo-looking device from my bag. It looks like a sample from your vibrator collection back home, but has a long coiled wire connected to it and runs back to my case. You watch with numbed curiosity as I open a foil packet and remove a sheath, similar to a condom, and roll it onto the business end of the large hard black plastic probe. I squirt a healthy glob of KY jelly onto the sheathed device, and smear it over the entire surface.

"Position yourself on your hands and knees," I instruct.

You turn over and do as I say. Your well-tanned buttocks and cleanly shaved pussy 'smiles' at me, glistening with the moisture of excitement, anticipation, and my past procedures.

"Spread your legs wider and bury your face in the pillow." Your pussy lips gape as you spread your legs wide and your shoulders lower to the mattress. I hold the hard black probe poised at your pussy, and slowly insert it. You feel your labia open and swallow the hard intruder. "I'll now activate the ultrasound and take several readings"

I turn a switch, and you emit a muffled moan into the pillow as the plastic vibrates deep in your pussy. I watch as your lips seem to grasp the probe, pulling it deeper yet into your hole.

"I need several readings," I say as I slowly work the probe in and out, your hips bucking against it. "Everything looks good so far; keep your head lowered, this is very important."

I position myself kneeling between your calves, and release the drawstring on my surgical scrub pants. The waistband drops to my knees, and my rock-hard cock swings free.

"The probe will be placed in numerous positions to view the effectiveness of the anti-biotic treatment." I remove another condom from its foil wrapper, and roll it over my hard penis. I withdraw the probe and place it beside us on the bed. I kneel between your open legs, my arms on either side of you, my sheathed penis poised like a dagger over your pussy. I grasp my cock. "I'll insert the probe again now." As my hips lower, my cockhead parts your lips. You feel your pussy lips grasp the now surprisingly warm instrument.

I am pleased at how tight you are. My hips push as I bury my cock deeply, the breath rushes from you, as I grunt. "I'll now reposition the probe for a better view." You feel my cock withdraw and then in again as I slowly begin to pump my cock in and out of you. The pace begins to quicken as you feel my hands grasp your hips and raise you for deeper penetration.

My hands cup your ass cheeks, as my cock pounds harder. You are surprised to feel two hands on your ass. Suddenly you feel something against your leg, raising slightly, you look and are surprised to see it's the probe. You look back farther between your legs, and watch as my as my heavy balls slap against your ass with each pounding thrust. In panic, you try to struggle away, but my hands hold your hips tightly as I pound harder and deeper.

You succumb to the feelings (and the drug) as my hands reach around you and massage your tits. My mouth nibbles on the back of your neck. Our groans turn to animalistic grunts. The pressure builds as I feel your pussy spasm, grasping my penis, until my cock explodes, twitching and spewing loads of hot cum into the condom deep inside your pussy, as we cry out and collapse into one pile of sweaty quivering ecstasy.

My cock grows limp, and slowly pulls from your pussy. The drug and your state of satisfaction have finally caused you to succumb to sleep. I dress, gather my tools, and pack my bag. I make my way out of the room, locking the door behind me and placing the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob.

The next morning you awake. Your mind is foggy and you have difficulty separating fact from what must have surely been a dream brought on from being away from your boyfriend for too long. As you leave the hotel for the seminar, you exchange greetings with my friend, the concierge. He gives you a wink, and you wonder just how much of a dream last night was. . .