Page 75 of Becoming His Pet

“Good.” Dr. Smith smiled again and rubbed her hands on her knees. “I need you to remove your clothing.”

“Do you have a robe or something?” Nora looked at the bag on the bed beside the good doctor.

“No. I’ll need you nude for this.”

“Nude?”

“Yes, please. And we can’t take too long. Bernie will expect me any moment.”

Nora sighed, but went about pulling off her clothes. The air conditioning in the room made goose pimples cover her arms and legs. Her nipples beaded up.

“Nice reaction to the chill in the room.” Dr. Smith smiled and pointed to Nora’s breasts. “Stay standing, please,” she said as she opened her bag.

Dr. Smith pulled out a stethoscope and tucked it into her ears. She puckered up her full lips and blew on the stethoscope before placing it against Nora’s chest.

“Yes, very good,” she muttered. She removed the earpieces and hung it around her neck.

Nora jumped when Dr. Smith cupped both of her breasts.

“Shhh. Just relax, this doesn’t hurt.” Dr. Smith’s soothing words had a bite to them. Nora knew if she didn’t cooperate she’d call for Bernie, and things would get much more unpleasant.

Nora closed her eyes, willing the moment to pass. Dr. Smith didn’t let go of her, though. She kneaded her breasts, plucked at her nipples, and twisted them until Nora squealed.

“Ah, very good.” Dr. Smith patted Nora’s shoulder. “Okay, on the bed, please. Scoot your bottom to the edge of the bed and drop your knees to the sides.”

Heat crept up Nora’s chest and neck, covering her face.

“Please, Elenora. I don’t want to get Bernie,” Dr. Smith pleaded softly. Nora nodded and climbed on the bed, positioning herself at the end.

Fisting the quilt beneath her, she clenched her eyes closed, waiting for the speculum. She always hated this part the worst at her annual exams. It didn’t hurt, but there was always a little pinch she hated, and the chill.

Warm lips covered her sex, jolting Nora into a sitting position.

“Back down, please.” Dr. Smith reached up and pressed against Nora’s belly.

“What are you doing?” Nora asked, blinking. Dr. Smith had dragged a chair to the end of the bed and had her mouth hovering over Nora’s pussy.

“Lie back down, Elenora,” Dr. Smith commanded.

Nora wanted to say no, tell her to stop touching her, but she knew the result. Bernie would be doing this instead, and he’d have his men hold her down if she resisted.

Biting her lip, she laid back down.

“Relax, Elenora. This isn’t going to hurt at all.”

Nora would smack the doctor if she did anything more humiliating. It was a promise to herself; a lie, too.

Dr. Smith went back to kissing Nora’s pussy, then spreading her lips and licking her from entrance to clit.

Nora clenched her teeth, willing the warmth spreading through her body to go away, promising her vocal cords the world if they would only keep silent.

Dr. Smith suckled Nora’s clit.

“Very good,” Dr. Smith said, sitting back up. She pressed a finger to her clit. “Your little clit here swells beautifully, and you taste sweet.” She licked her lips, and Nora’s jaw dropped.

What the fuck was happening here?

“Some women have a bitter tasting pussy. It’s my job to check. Yours is perfect. The buyer will be pleased.” Dr. Smith reached into the bag and pulled out a vibrator.

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