Admittedly, I’d never had any sexual thoughts about my doctor or any of my visits. It always felt clinical to me, sometimes even embarrassing, so I was interested to see Master Parker’s take on an office visit.
When the elevator opened on his floor, I stepped out and glanced down the hall. Remembering the night they’d fulfilled my fantasy on the beach, I decided I would get right into character. After all, punishment was not what I was in the mood for. However, I would never turn down an orgasm or two.
I hefted my purse up on my shoulder, tilted my shoulders back, and walked toward his apartment door with purpose. Figuring I wouldn’t have a key to a doctor’s office, I tried the knob to see if it would open.
It did.
I stepped inside to find Ben sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t sure what to think at first, but I noticed he only gave me a cursory glance before he went back to reading the magazine he was holding. It honestly felt like I was arriving for an appointment and Ben was a bored patient waiting to go in as well.
Since there wasn’t a receptionist to check in with, I assumed I was to take a seat, so I did. I sat in the chair opposite the sofa and reached for another magazine that had been set out on the table. Crossing my legs at the knee, I leaned back and settled in to wait, flipping through the pages.
A solid ten minutes passed before I heard a door open behind me. I didn’t turn to look, merely continued my perusal of the magazine.
“Miss Wagner?”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Master Parker in full doctor mode, white coat and all.
“Yes?” I responded politely.
He checked a clipboard. “If you’ll follow me, please.”
Getting to my feet, I offered Ben a polite smile, then went in the direction of my role-playing doctor.
“How are you doing today?” he asked as he led me into a room.
I hadn’t been in this room yesterday, and as I stepped inside, I realized why. This was obviously Master Parker’s playroom. Although it was decked out with many interesting items, I noticed there was a mock patient room set up in the corner. Well, technically there were two set up and a curtain that separated them. More like a hospital than a doctor’s office, but it intrigued me.
“I’m doing well, thank you.” I set my purse on a chair near the examination table.
He turned toward a counter and set down the clipboard. Without looking back at me, he instructed me to remove my clothes and put on the patient gown.
“It ties in the front,” he added.
If this were real, I would be more than a little uncomfortable changing in front of my doctor, so in order to preserve the scene, I didn’t immediately start to remove my clothes. A couple of minutes later, Master Parker turned to face me.
“Is there a problem, Miss Wagner?”
I shrugged shyly. “It’s just…” I dropped my gaze to the floor. “I’m a little embarrassed to change with you in the room.”
He observed me as though gauging whether I was telling the truth or not, then nodded. “Very well.” Grabbing his chart, he headed for the door. “I’ll be back in two minutes. Remove all clothing, including your underwear.”
“Thank you, Dr. Parker.”
He nodded, then slipped out of the room.
As though I was at a real doctor’s office, I hurriedly removed my clothing, then put the gown on, tying it in the front as he’d instructed. My butt had just settled on the paper-lined examination table when there was a soft knock on the door before he returned.
Those ocean-blue eyes grazed me momentarily as he set the chart back down on the counter.
“I’m going to do a full physical exam on you today,” he informed me, his eyes dropping back to the chart. “It’s been quite a while since you’ve been in.”
“It has,” I admitted, playing along. “I’ve been…busy.”
I sat with my legs together and my hand firmly on the front of the gown, careful to keep it closed as he stepped around the table. I had to hold back a giggle when he pulled out a blood pressure cuff. The man certainly knew how to get into character. It made the entire interaction that much more stimulating.
After he took my blood pressure, then my temperature with one of those thermometers that rolls across your forehead, he went and noted something in the chart.
“Please, lie back,” he instructed as he pulled out an extension on the table and lifted my legs onto it.
I managed to lean back, once again careful to keep my gown closed, maintaining my modesty.
He started by placing his fingers on my forehead, then on the sides of my nose. He lightly pressed down as though checking for sinus pressure.
