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Wednesday, April 30, 2003
The Examination
The examination room was like none Heather had ever seen. In fact, it looked more like an elegant bedroom of the 19th Century. The room was about 20 feet square. Opposite the door -- the only door -- was a bay window with translucent white lace drapes. The carpeting on the floor was as plush as in the doctor's office, but it was rose-hued, as were the walls.On each of the walls were a series of well-executed water colors depicting pastoral scenes. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed. It was a four poster, with dust covers and ruffles.There was a thick comforter,turned down, and feather pillows. The pillowcases and sheets were linen. Next to the bed was a cart holding a variety of what looked like electronic devices. Dr. Alan Miller was smiling. "Are you ready for your exam, Heather?," he asked in a gentle voice. "Yes, I am, Alan," she responded. "What do I do first?" "Well, the first time I see someone new, I try to make them feel comfortable," the doctor said. "I'll put on some soft music. In the meantime, take off your gown and please place this padded mask over your eyes. I'm going to dim the lights a little but, even so, I find my experimental subjects are put much more at ease if they can't actually see what is happening. "Please don't worry. Nothing painful or harmful is going to happen." Heather was beginning to believe she had made a big mistake but the doctor's voice was gentle and while the young lady she had seen earlier was a little confused, she certainly didn't look as if she had been harmed. Heather dropped the gown to the floor while the doctor adjusted the stereo. She walked over to the bed and pulled on the padded mask. It was made of black silk, with white lace trim. Heather set on the edge of the bed, unable to see. The music from the stereo sounded like Mozart. "Are you comfortable, Heather?," the doctor asked. "Yes, I am," she replied." Then why don't you put your feet up and relax... I'll be with you in a few minutes." Heather lay back on the bed. It was firm and comfortable. Heather was very attractive, so attractive that she was always getting more than her share of attention from men, ever since she was 15 years old. She was now 29, and the years had only added to her physical splendor. Heather was 5'7" tall and had a striking face with long dark brown hair and a figure that bordered on voluptuous. Her face was both angular and round, and she had a long,shapely neck. A little broad in the shoulders, her frame helped her carry two large and almost perfectly round breasts. Unlike many breasts her size, these two seemed to point towards heaven. They were capped by unusually large nipples that were normally soft but became like thick pencils when she was aroused. Her chest tapered down to a slim but not bony waist and then her body flared out generously towards her hips. Her belly protruded just a little. Rising up below her belly was her mound, generously covered with soft, long and curly brown hair. Her vaginal lips protruded noticeably. Heather had long, well-shaped legs. When she had her legs together, diamonds were formed at her thighs, knees and ankles. Her feet were a 7A, and like many women, Heather had a shoe fetish. She'd rather buy shoes, she told herself many times, than get laid. She'd left her Ferragamos in the dressing room. From the back, Heather was a work of art. Her derriere was magnificent ... high, rounded and firm. In short, Heather was enough to make any heterosexual male drool on himself. Heather was fully relaxed on the bed, breathing evenly, when Dr. Miller came back into the room. "Are you feeling okay now, Heather?," he asked. "Yes,I'm fine, Alan," she responded. "Great...I'm ready to begin. I'm going to start by gently touching you in a number of places to determine how your reflexes are ... I'm starting now." Dr. Miller placed his hands on Heather's head and began to very gently caress her ... or at least it felt like a caress, Heather thought. He lifted her hair and began touching her ears and her neck. Heather sighed; she enjoyed being touched along her neck. The doctor then began to trace his fingers over her lips and nose. Then he moved down to her shoulders and up across her chest. He placed his hands alongside the edges of her breasts and gently lifted them a little. Heather sighed again and squirmed a little. But she didn't say anything. Dr.
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