Mine is similar, but from a male patient's perspective. Also, this seems as advantageous a place for my first post here as any...
I've had a *very* long time to think the particulars out, as I've pretty much had this fantasy since I was around 15, which as of today means I'll have had it for 13 years of my just today 28 year old life. Medfet was my "gateway" into my current exploration of D/s, and for the longest time I kept them separate as everything I saw in my naivete of D/s led me to believe it was "dirtier" than my fantasy explained below. Being a rather rational person, I also enjoy my fantasies having *some* basis in reality even if they don't end with it.
It starts out predictably enough (cliched, almost), as others' have - the last appointment of the day, I either think of it as me being a last minute "pencil in" appointment or a walk-in that has to convince the physician, as eager as both she and I are to get home, that I absolutely need an examination or I'll be in dutch with my employer, HR, or my health insurance. The doctor is obviously attractive, as this is a fantasy and I'm permitted *some* measure of irrational and/or unrealistic exposition... 😃
She rather reluctantly agrees due to the sense of urgency and penitent tone in my voice, and after thanking her profusely for the precious time I'm going to cost her, I promise to do whatever I can to make the exam as expedient for her as possible, and she returns a rather beleaguered smile which lets me know that the comment didn't exactly strike a chord.
It starts out simple enough - except for the small wrinkle as it *is* past closing time that there are no gowns left as all of them have been sent out for laundering. After the shock of the sentence hits me I lose the instinctive modesty and in the time she gives me to change, I disrobe completely and wait patiently on the exam table, trying to control my breathing and pulse to delay what I know will be inevitable, but the last thing any male patient wants going into an examination with a new doctor is an erection...they tend to make poor first impressions.
She enters the room and casts a glance my way. I half expect her to make some quip about me being "overeager," but it doesn't come. At first, she's rather nonchalant, going about the preliminaries, questions, and vitals professionally, and I decide to use one of my real-life cliches during the otoscope examination when I ask if she can see through to the other side. It's a holdover from my childhood days, when my mother would ask it of every single pediatrician...every single time. Oh what a happy day it was when I no longer had to endure *that* crap.
Anyway, the comment takes her aback at first, but after a quick explanation, I'm finally able to get a wry smile from her, which makes me feel a bit more at ease that I'm at least making this easier on her.
The rest of the examination goes rather smoothly, I do what I'm told, I don't speak when it would be inappropriate to do so, but I take whatever opportunity I can to strike up a casual conversation with her during the process, for my own enjoyment as much as hers. During these casual tete-a-tetes between professional fondling, I find myself lightening up around her, calming at her touch, feeling a profound sense of trust imbued upon me in her presence.
Well, the "point of no return" comes, as I like to call it, when no man, no matter how hard (no pun intended) he tries can avoid getting an erection - the evil trifecta of the hernia check, urogenital exam, and prostate exam. Most men who don't share our interests openly in a forum such as this will claim this trio isn't enjoyable, but they're mostly lying - a gentle prostate exam done by a gentle hand is extremely pleasurable (the testicular exam can be a touch uncomfortable, but wholly necessary), it's just the negative connotation a man feels when he says he likes being penetrated in any way, shape, or form.
Anyway, after this, sporting an erection I try my best to hide, one of two things happens - she tells me that when she looked at my medical record that I'm due for a routine inoculation, or notices my redness/embarrassment and says she'd like to put me on an "oxygen" line for a bit to soften the color in my cheeks that concerns her. I have no reason *not* to trust her judgment - in fact quite the opposite, she's been caring and understanding the whole time, why would I not?
She fishes a sterile blanket from a nearby drawer and asks me to turn over, fitting me with the mask (if she went that route), and covers what's giving me such the bout with anxiety and says I should just lay there a bit and relax while she goes and updates my records.
...and relax I find myself doing as I slip into a psuedo-unconscious state as I faintly hear the door open and a voice sounding rather far away saying something unintelligible as the blanket is lifted from me, leaving me exposed yet again. I try out of instinct to resist, the few primal centers in my brain left unaffected by the sedative or gas sensing a threat, but I find myself overpowered rather easily, the expenditure of energy just hastening its loss...
And what the doctor does next, I generally leave open to the interpretation of the few women I tell it to. There are the obvious overtly sexual conclusions, there are the more gentle routes, where I find out the woman enjoys the sensation of overpowering a man with her feminine wiles, building his trust through her good nature and her knowledge of her attractiveness, and there are others still that surprise me. I'd welcome new ones. 😃
And if you've made it this far, I thank you for reading and hope it entertained you.