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"Arms at your sides," Daddy Victor ordered. "And look at me when I'm speaking to you."

Reluctantly, I dropped my arms and raised my gaze to meet his stern brown eyes. His clinical appraisal of my body made me want to squirm, but I forced myself to stand still.

"On the table," he said, gesturing to the exam table. "Lie back and put your feet in the stirrups."

My cheeks burned even hotter as I complied, the paper crinkling beneath me. The position left me completely exposed. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could disappear.

"Eyes open," Daddy Victor snapped. "You will keep your eyes on me or the ceiling at all times unless instructed otherwise."

I opened my eyes, blinking back tears. A moment later, the door opened and a woman in a white coat entered.

"This is Dr. Langley," Daddy Victor informed me. "She'll be conducting your intake examination. You may look at her.”

I stole a glance at Dr. Langley as she approached the exam table, her heels clicking sharply on the tiled floor. She was an attractive woman in her late thirties, with blue eyes and auburn hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her white coat looked so crisp and immaculate that it made me even more conscious of my nudity.

"Hello, Emily," she said, her tone brisk but not unkind. "I understand you've made some very poor choices that have led you here. We're going to do a thorough examination to determine the best course for your rehabilitation."

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "Y-yes, doctor," I managed to whisper.

Dr. Langley snapped on a pair of latex gloves. The sound made me flinch.

"Now then," she said, "Selecta has quite extensive data on your sexuality already, which is how we know you're a good fit for this program. But we need more specific information to ensure Daddy Victor, and then your Sponsor Daddy, know the best way to train you."

My eyes widened in shock. How could they possibly have data on my sexuality? I opened my mouth to protest, but Dr. Langley continued before I could speak.

"For example, we know you have submissive tendencies and a predisposition towards age play dynamics. Your reaction to being called a 'bad girl' and assigned a Daddy shows a clear arousal response."

To my horror and shame, I felt a pulse of heat between my legs at her words. How could my body betray me like this?

“How…,” I said, trying to find words that might follow logically, in the face of this insanity.

“That’s a good question,” Dr. Langley told me, her voice full of condescending praise. “When you agreed to join the program, a microdrone installed a sensor between your vagina and your anus. It’s called a perineal sensor, and it gives us extremely fine-grained data about your body’s response to sexual stimulation.”

My face burned like a stovetop burner set to quick boil. The idea that they had implanted a sensor in such an intimate place without my knowledge… it seemed unthinkable. To my horror, though, I felt a fluttering of arousal even at that thought — of being monitored so closely, by… by a…

I looked over at him… Daddy. Daddy Victor.

It’s insane. It can’t be real.

Dr. Langley kept up a running commentary for my benefit as I stared at the ceiling tiles, terrified of what would happen to me if I tried to look at what she was doing between my legs.

"I'm putting some lubricant on this speculum, Emily,” she told me. “I’m going to examine your vagina and your anus to make certain you’re ready for the kind of sexual training that your Daddy may wish to give you," she said. "First I’m going to take a look at the condition of your vagina."

The tip of the device went into me with a little bit of a push. Dr. Langley adjusted something, and I could feel the speculum opening me up.

"Very good," she said. "You're clearly quite inexperienced — which means your body is primed to respond very well to training, especially on a man's penis."

My face burned so hot that it felt like my hair might actually catch on fire, or I might pass out.

I didn't pass out: I just lay there as the doctor took the speculum out of my vagina and put it into my bottom. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and then I bit my lip at the ambiguity of the sensation and what that said about me.

"Healthy here, too," she said, as the thing inside me opened up again, spreading my rear passage wide. "Daddy Victor, when you decide it's time to begin anal training and anal intercourse, you can move forward with confidence.”

“Good to hear, doctor,” came the big man’s rumbling answer. I looked over at him, unable to resist though part of me absolutely didn’t want to see his face. Daddy Victor gazed back, chin lowered, a small smile the mortifying sign that the idea of fucking my virgin bottom pleased him.

"Now," Dr. Langley continued briskly, "we're going to do some tests to calibrate the sensor and gather more data." She reached for something on a nearby tray. "This may be a bit cold."

Chapter Three

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