I reinsert it and see D stifling a laugh. The forced posture pushes his scrotum back and the deliciously pink and smooth sac is completely exposed to two pairs of lustful feminine eyes.
While James struggles to hold the awkward pose I circle the table poking, pinching, prodding. It’s as if I am inspecting a side of beef. James becomes erect as expected. D certainly has selected well. The humiliation of being stripped naked, bound and displayed before two women arouses him. He cannot help himself, the dear boy. He may hate himself for it but he is stuck with his submissive psyche. James is unaware of his own proclivity. Uncovered by D, it will be hers to utilize as she sees fit.
Ostensibly, I feel a degree of sympathy for James. But then, one must understand that D will take him on a fantasy-like trip to the ultimate utopia of submission. And deep down James will enjoy every moment of the journey.
I stop in front of James and hold a stethoscope to his chest. His heart is racing. His flesh is somewhat moist. Breathing is shallow and rapid. These are symptoms of sexual arousal and are solely due to his psychological make up. Submission, humiliation, bondage equates to a sexual encounter for James.
I look into his eyes. Some tears are beginning to form.
Well my pet, I think to myself, there can be many reasons for these tears. But strangely, there will be a time when you will look back to these moments as some of the happiest. Such irony.
Next I have him open his mouth. I could care less what’s inside. Again, the importance is that I command. He obeys. I jam the obligatory tongue depressor down his throat. He gags. What fun.
I toy with his nipples. I can see where D enjoys tormenting them. Nicely formed and perky for a male, I cannot help but to simultaneously pinch both and listen as James cries out in pain. Yes. He knows who’s in control.
I move to his side smoothing my hand over his naked flesh. James does not have much body hair, which is preferable for most dominant women and he has a good build. Obviously a good athlete in more youthful times, there is evidence of past exercise.
That will be re-instituted under D’s tutelage and it is comforting to know the growth plates have been established in his formative years. Dominant women have been known to make strong demands...
I retrieve a tape measure and ask D to record various measurements of James’ anatomy. There can be use for such at some point in time, but the process affords me another opportunity to evidence my control and make humiliating comments concerning his physique. When he bows his head in shame, I know I’m being effective.
So, by the time I return to the thermometer, which James has dutifully held in his rectum, I smile to see it pointing straight upwards with James’ thigh muscles straining to maintain the strange position.
I slip it out and read the temperature to D. Next come the latex gloves. Slowly and noisily I slip them over my hands. The obligatory snap causes James to flinch. He knows what is coming.
James
Dr. Alice amazed me. I had never been examined by a female doctor before, and the experience is most humiliating. Totally naked, helplessly bound to conform with D’s new edict, I knelt there and felt my manly pride slowly sink.
I was already erect when her gloved hands reached between my thighs. I expected her to work around the embarrassing problem, but instead she very subtly stroked my turgid phallus and pulled it back and down toward the table. Then the tape measure reappeared and I flushed when she called out my penis length to D with a tone of disappointment.
“At maximum tumescence, length is 5 inches,” she concluded.
Then a pause while her hands moved.
“Circumference is adequate, however, 4.5 inches.”
Then she discarded the tape. It was time for my testicles.
I have never before experienced such a thorough and extensive examination of such small organs. She squeezed. She pulled. She twisted. I again cried out and was ignored. D moved to my front. Her thighs were at the level of my face and she was wearing this brief tennis skirt which revealed the entire length of her magnificent thighs. With Dr. Alice working away my thoughts were diverted to my desire to once again rest my head between the soft but firm flesh and have my tongue revel in the charms of her sex.
D tenderly stroked my forehead to comfort me and divert my attention. Then came a jolt of pain as Dr. Alice brutally squeezed my left gonad. My thoughts were no longer distracted. Gripping tightly she pulled with one hand and with the other began pinching within my sac various connecting vessels, ducts and nerves.
“Good firm testicles with a sizable sac, D” she noted with satisfaction. “The nerves should be lengthy. Think you’ll be pleased with the results.”
I looked up to see D smiling with something akin to pride of ownership. She gently pushed my head further down and moved a little closer. There was nothing under the brief pleated skirt. I could just see a set of pink lips with that marvelous slit between. The bottom of her vulva was ever so slightly exposed when she lifted her arms to hold my head. Her excitement in witnessing my extreme humiliation was evident as her feminine aroma filled my nostrils.
The prostate exam was next. Dr. Alice used her smaller feminine hands to advantage. Having been stretched by D over the weeks, the doctor worked my rectum with one finger, then two, then three, and finally a fourth. She took her time and at the point when she withdrew her three fingers in order to introduce the fourth, she grasped my rock hard manhood and again pulled it downward toward the table.
“We don’t want any accidents, James,” was her comment.
The angle was tormenting. I arched my back further to minimize the angle and therefore the pressure, but Dr. Alice merely pulled back further.
“Stay James. The penis cannot function in this position. I do not want you to ejaculate.”
I obeyed. With me thoroughly bound to the table and completely exposed, and with her penchant for dispensing pain, there was no alternative but to listen very carefully and follow her commands.
“The prostate is a little swollen, D. Apparently underutilized. After the operation you’ll need to monitor it. He’ll have less use for it then and it does need to be activated from time to time.”