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Shane had been so scared of his pap smear he’d put it off for almost a decade. Now, as he sat in a thin gown with his legs in stirrups, he didn’t feel any less scared.
He had mentioned his reluctance to the nurse, a pretty woman with curly hair named Svetlana. He thought they should know he had never done this before. Shane had been embarrassed to admit it, but his health was more important than his dignity.
After what felt like an hour, Dr. Rosanov walked in.
“Hello Shane. I hear you are new to this.” He said with a strong accent, looking at Shane with a hint of amusement in his eye.
“Yes.” Shane said, too scared to look Dr. Rosanov in the eyes. In the time he had been sitting there, Shane’s bladder had developed a sense of urgency, but Shane wasn’t sure how to say that to the gynecologist who had just walked in.
“Lucky for you, this happens a lot. We have a policy for it.”
“Okay.” Shane said, feeling relieved. “What do you need me to do?”
“Take off your gown.” Dr Rosanov said with a straight face.
“What?” Shane asked, accidentally shouting his response. “How is that going to make me feel less stressed?”
“No gown means nothing to block your pussy for the exam.”
“The gown opens at the bottom!”
“If you do not want to complete exam, you can leave.” Dr Rosanov said. Shane didn’t know what to do. This didn’t feel professional, but he didn’t know how these exams were supposed to work. He just wanted to get this over with.
Shane stood and slowly took the gown off. He didn’t bother asking Dr Rosanov to look away, because Shane knew he wouldn’t listen.
Shane stepped back into the stirrups, wearing only his socks, with his pussy on full display.
“What now?” Shane asked when he noticed that Dr Rosanov hadn’t taken a step towards him.
“Now we will restrain you.” Dr Rosanov replied.
“What?” Shane said. He was suddenly shaking, and he didn’t know if it was because of fear, or because of the cold metal on the back of his leg.
“Svetlana!” Dr Rosanov called. She walked in carrying a bedpan full of ropes.
“This is not professional.” Shane said, holding his hands over his pussy so Svetlana wouldn’t see it. He didn’t want to feel any more embarrassed.
“Is okay.” Dr Rosanov said as he grabbed one of the ropes and started tying Shane’s left leg into the stirrups. Svetlana did the same to his right leg, before they started moving their way up his body.
Shane wanted to run, but he couldn’t move.
“Keep your hand there.” Dr Rosanov said, and Shane was suddenly aware that his hands were still covering his pussy.
“Why?” Shane asked, glad there was no one else in the office when it came out as a shout.
“Because this will be easier if you are wet.” Dr Rosanov said, securing the last rope to the back of the chair. Now, the only thing left in the bedpan was a blindfold.
Svetlana left the room and Dr Rosanov adjusted the chair so that it was facing the wall with a mirror. Shane closed his eyes when he saw himself, tied up and naked in the chair.
“You will not need these.” Dr Rosanov said, reaching down to Shane’s restrained feet and pulling off his socks. Now Shane had nothing to protect him, and the rope against his stomach made him more aware of the pressure on his bladder.
“Please.” Shane whimpered, not sure what he was asking for.
“You have been a good boy.” Dr Rosanov said, patting Shane at the top of his head. “Now we can begin the exam.”
Shane expected Dr Rosanov to move towards his open legs and get it over with. Instead, he placed a blindfold over Shane’s eyes and issued a command.
“Touch yourself.”
Shane didn’t want to comply, but he didn’t see another option. He had already lost his dignity in this doctor's office, so he didn’t see the harm in stroking his pussy.
Shane couldn’t see anything, but he could hear a bottle opening before something cold dropped onto his fingers. Shane gladly took the lube and got to work. If he ignored the restraints (and the fact his legs were in stirrups), it didn’t feel any different than when he masterbated at home.
Eventually, when Shane had gotten wet enough for his liking, Dr Rosanov pulled up a chair. He brought his tongue to Shane’s pussy, using it to test whether Shane was wet enough for him to start.
“That is good.” Dr Rosanov said, removing Shane’s blindfold. “Now we can begin.”