Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Daddy sets me on the edge of the table. The room looks exactly like any other doctor’s office I’ve ever been in. There’s no reason to panic. Except I know this visit is going to be far more intimate than anything I’ve experienced. He hasn’t left me in the dark about that.
“I’m going to take your clothes off, Baby girl. Arms up for Daddy.”
I tremble as I lift my hands and let him pull my shirt over my head. Instinct has me reaching to cover my breasts with my palms.
Daddy circles my wrists and lowers my hands to my sides. “Don’t cover yourself, Grace.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Good girl.” He leans me back and removes my diaper before helping me sit upright again. When he takes my shoes off, I’m completely naked. This is not how people see doctors outside of the fetish community.
I flinch when the door opens and two men walk in. One of them is in scrubs, the other is in a white lab coat, just like I’ve visualized.
The doctor smiles warmly and extends a hand to Daddy. “Good to see you, Eli. Who do we have here?” He turns to me and sets his palm on top of my head.
“This is Grace,” Daddy informs him.
“So nice to meet you, Grace. I’m Dr. Morgan, and this is my nurse, Brian.”
I find the will to return his greeting. “Nice to meet you, Sir,” I whisper.
“Such a polite Little girl.” He beams.
The stethoscope around his neck is making me breathe heavily. What is it about stethoscopes? I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of him touching my naked chest with the cold disk. My nipples are already hard from being exposed to the air in the room.
Dr. Morgan asks Daddy a running list of questions while he looks in my ears, nose, eyes, and throat. Most of his inquiries are about my overall health, which he already has in his files because Daddy filled everything out before we left the apartment.
“Sit up tall for me, Little one,” he says as he lifts that metal disc.
I watch as he moves it around my naked chest, trying not to think about my nudity and the fact that two strangers are seeing me.
“Heart sounds great. Can you lean back for me, Little one?”
All three men help me onto my back, and I suck in a breath when Nurse Brian steps to the end of the table behind me. He reaches across me, circles my wrists, and brings my hands over my head.
I turn to look at Daddy, fighting the whimper that’s threatening to escape. I feel ten times more exposed stretched out like this. I’m fidgeting, too. I can’t keep my legs still. I draw my knees up and squeeze them tightly.
Dr. Morgan pats my shin. “Let’s go ahead and get your legs in the stirrups, Little one.”
Even though I expected this, I still gasp as he gently guides first one leg and then the other into metal stirrups. I start breathing heavier when he straps my legs down and then opens them wider.
I’m panting as the doctor examines my breasts. He takes his time. He continues to talk to Daddy about my breast tissue and my nipples while he palpates them. It’s overwhelming, and that feeling doubles when he pinches one of my nipples hard enough to make my breath hitch.
I arch my chest and stiffen as he pulls and twists that nipple before repeating the same on the other side. Leaving me breathless, he moves down between my legs and asks Daddy questions about my sexual history and any issues or concerns with regard to my vagina.
It’s surreal, and I’m mortified by the wetness leaking out of me. I’m supposed to be turned on. That’s half the point of this visit. I know that, but it doesn’t make the entire experience less shocking. I’m also aware that my physical reactions to this visit are going to dictate how often Daddy will bring me back for another exam. Judging by the amount of arousal leaking down to my butt crack, I’d say we’ll be back here four times a week.
“Any issues with bowel movements?” Dr. Morgan asks.
“No. I introduced her to glycerin suppositories and enemas already. She knows I won’t hesitate to do whatever is necessary to make sure she empties her bowels.”
“And her urethra? Does she keep her diapers wet?”
“Normally she’s pretty good about it, but the diaper I just removed from her was dry, which means she hasn’t peed since we left the house several hours ago. I warned her you would do at least one invasive procedure this morning.”
The doctor lifts his head to look at me, smiling as though this is all perfectly normal. “Have you ever had a catheter, Little one?”
I swallow. I should not be shocked, but I am. “No, Sir,” I mumble.