Being a patient, nervous and self conscious, on the innocent side, seeing an attractive younger male doctor. He could be cold and brisk or kind and gentle; it doesn't particularly matter. He comments casually that unfortunately there isn't a female nurse to chaperone at the clinic today and if I'm all right without one we can go ahead anyway, otherwise I probably can't get in for another couple weeks, and since I hate to be a bother I go ahead and waive the chaperone.
He has me disrobe completely, asking questions about my medical history first and moving onto sexual history. Some of the questions make me blush and hesitate, but he reminds me, "I'm the doctor, I need to know" and I answer. The room is cold. He doesn't offer anything to cover myself up with so the exam proceeds with me naked.
He takes me height and weight before having me hop up on the exam table, proceeding to take my temperature. It seems "a bit off" to him, so he tells me he's going to take it rectally instead. I protest at first but after more reminders like, "I'm the doctor here" and "I know best" I reluctantly agree, lying down on my stomach and blushing, whimpering as he slides a well-lubricated rectal thermometer into my ass, twirling it and flicking it occasionally as it gets a reading. After he pulls it out he has me sit back up, checking my eyes, ears, mouth, and neck, then listening to my heart and lungs with his cold stethoscope.
He has me lie down on my back and starts a breast exam that's very routine until he reaches my nipples, beginning to pinch and squeeze and pull at them until thy're fully erect. His ministrations send tingles throughout my body. I don't know if that's standard or not but decide not to ask just in case it makes me seem stupid. He puts his stethoscope back on and places it over various places down my abdomen as he palpates my belly.
He has me put my hands above my head and I comply, and before I know what his plan is he has placed restraints around my wrists so I can't move my hands, telling me they're necessary for the next part of the exam as he moves to the other end of the table and pulls out the stirrups. The sound they make as they click into place frightens me and I start to protest, but he ignores them. I am reminded once again that he's the doctor and he knows best, and he tells me to be a good girl and let him continue for my own good.
He guides my legs into the stirrups, strapping down my ankles and pushing the stirrups wide until it's a little uncomfortable for me, and turns on a lamp, shining the light directly between my legs. I can feel the heat of it, and I squirm a little. He strips off his gloves and puts on a new pair, snapping the latex loudly against his wrists before pulling a stool up and taking a seat between my legs. He comments that he "won't be needing much lubrication for this exam" and I'm embarrassed and wish I could cover my face with my hands, but they're tied firmly above my head.
He spreads me apart with his fingers and slides his fingers up the length of my slit up to my clit, rubbing it until I'm just on the edge of orgasm, then slips one finger deep into me without warning, and I gasp. I think I hear him chuckle as he slides in another, probing the inner walls of my pussy. The stretching sensation is intense,and I can feel myself growing hotter the longer he conducts his examination. As he slides in a third finger I cum without warning. After I come down off the orgasm he slides his fingers out and inserts a speculum, stretching me open.
He pulls it out and I expect him to be done but he says he wants to conduct a sexual response test, and I start to ask what that means before he's slid something into my pussy that feels cold and hard, and my gasp from the sudden intrusion turns into a moan when it begins vibrating. He pulls it out and pushes it in again repeatedly, fucking me with it until can't hold on anymore and I cum again, and before I've even recovered he pulls the vibrator out and presses it against my clit, holding it there until I'm screaming, begging for him to stop. To my surprise, he does. I quiet down, gasping for air, as he undoes my restraints, telling me I was a good girl for taking that. I finally catch my breath as he scribbles something on his clipboard and get up, heading for where I deposited my clothes, but he stops me, reminding me he still has to conduct a rectal exam.
That scares me, and I've had enough already. I start protesting adamantly, even crying a bit, begging him to just let me be finished. He scolds me for refusing to finish the exam, but this time his insistence that he knows best isn't working. I want to run out the door but I can't without my clothes, and as my pleas become more tearful he gets stern, grabbing my arm and pulling me into his lap as he sits down on his chair, giving me a few sharp slaps against my ass until I'm compliant. I ask if he wants me back on the table but he says he'll just get it over with there, pulling on a new pair of gloves with two more snaps. He lubricates his finger and spreads me cheeks with one hand as the other invades my ass with his finger. I try to push him out, but he is stronger than that and twists his finger inside me before finally pulling it out and propping me back on my feet. As he pulls his gloves off and stands he tells me there were no abnormalities in my exam, takes his clipboard, and walks out the door without another word.