the good doctor

"I've grown out my roots" I thought to myself as I grabbed my hair.

Well it was logical, it had been a month since I had started this whole mission thing and I had been too busy dealing with the aftermath to concentrate on my roots.

The original black color of my hair had replaced the blue dye by 2 fingers.

should i paint it? a sudden apathy came over me at the thought. painting my hair was a symbol of resistance against any attempt on my autonomy.

but could it be said that i am now a rebel or that i have rebelled against billy? after all, as hateful as it is to say, i had at some point begun to enjoy the games and traps he was playing on me.

recently I had even begun to wish and hope for it... my dreams had also become disturbed, I had begun to relive all the scenarios and imagine new ones.

while exchanging glances with my reflection i gently rubbed my forehead trying to figure out if this was due to billy planting thoughts and dreams in my head or was it my own mind trying to defend me.

I stopped after a while as I couldn't come to a conclusion.

Billy had ordered that we should go at least once a month for "wrist maintenance" checkups.

i put on my trusty black skirt and white and blue striped halter top. my pebbles visible through the fabric gave away that i wasn't wearing a bra, but it didn't matter.

I took the keys to the van and headed for the consultation room that Billy had indicated without much more on my mind.

***

as i pulled the keys out of the ignition to go down to the parking lot, suddenly my vision dimmed for a brief moment.

I blinked a little disoriented, it quickly passed and I ignored the reason for the sudden dizziness.

I entered the consultation room and was greeted by a pretty, feminine secretary.

After taking my information, she informed me that I had an appointment scheduled and that the doctor would show me in.

I read a magazine that was at least a decade old while I waited for the doctor to call me back, but I didn't get to read much of it.

However, I didn't get to read much of the 2010's fashion as I was quickly ushered into the office where I was greeted by Dr. Anne Heartman, a stunning blonde.

a stunning blonde.

green eyes, perfect teeth and big breasts, she was the complete package. a great doctor who lived on the other side of the country who had fallen into the clutches of billy.

billy's third doll dressed in a doctor's gown spoke to me as she was going through some papers on a clipboard.

"it's good to see you again veronica, your last results went quite well. let's hope this time it will be the same so that the master will be satisfied."

with a straight face and professional language, Dr. Heartman spoke to me as she put the clipboard down on a table and picked up her

[stestoscope.

it

](http://stestoscope.it) was the routine test for the last four months so i knew it almost by heart.

Dr. Heartman put the stethoscope on my chest and began the tests.

She listened to my heart and lungs, took my blood pressure, checked my joints and asked about any aches and pains.

Basically a very general check on my condition.

After 20 minutes of touching, poking and prodding, Dr. Heartman had finished the general part.

"She said without a hint of emotion as she put on a pair of latex gloves.

Following her intrusions, I took off my panties and pulled up my skirt so she could see my pussy.

Billy had us tested for sexually transmitted diseases on a recurring basis, although I found it a bit odd since all his women were always playing with each other, not that I was complaining.

Taking me by the inside of my thigh, Dr. Heartman approached me cautiously and began to stare at my vagina.

Her gaze scrutinized every part of my vagina, looking for the slightest sign or wart that might give away any disease.

his hand gently caressed my finely trimmed pubic hair on my mons pubis. i couldn't help but let a wave of hot embarrassment wash over me as i averted my gaze slightly.

His hand gently cupped my labia majora and labia minora and slid along their circumference as his grip on my thigh strengthened.

I bit my lip slightly at his touch, now any touch from a pretty woman could cause this in me.

"hmmmm" pulling away briefly as she mumbled something to herself she pulled a small vial from one of the pockets of her robe and poured it into her hands.

"looks pretty good overall, but let's do a test on the inside and see if I can find anything."

Saying those words, Dr. Heartman's shiny index and middle fingers suddenly entered my vagina, taking me by surprise.

I wasn't wet enough yet for her fingers to enter so easily! but since it didn't hurt I was sure to use

[lube.

as

](http://lube.as) i pondered these, dr. heartman's fingers began to move as if they were calling out to someone.

I gripped the edges of my little skirt tightly to withstand the sudden stimulation. the nimble rubberized fingers moved deftly across the inner perimeter of my vagina with great

[skill.

As

](http://skill.As) I tried to get used to the invading hand, Dr. Heartman began to make gentle, fluid movements back and

[forth.

my

](http://forth.my) vagina had begun to lubricate itself making the movement more and more enjoyable. lost in the sensation Dr. Heartman spoke to me.

"Oh how silly of me, I forgot to do the breast cancer exam" her hand that was resting heavily on my thigh rose quickly to my chest.

Moving my Halter Tank Top aside, my right breast fell sprawled to the side.

His free hand grabbed my boob from underneath and began to feel and lift it in a circular motion without stopping the work of his hands.

during all this his face was like a mohai. it did not reflect any particular emotion apart from a calculated assurance.

He said, "mmmm, I don't feel anything on your breast, but let's do a taste test and see." stopping moving my tit he slowly moved his mouth to my nipple giving it a soft kiss first, then he started sucking it like a baby.

His tongue traced the circumference of my areola and then touched the nipple with strong strokes or tangled around it and sucked it hard.

I couldn't hold my voice anymore and my voice came out in loud cries that I was still trying to contain. the brief moments of rest I had was when Dr. Heartman would take a second to rest.

closing my legs and trapping the doctor's hands in my pussy i came hard on the gurney. something that had never happened to me before was that i let out a squirt that traveled halfway across the room to my

[embarrassment.

my

](http://embarrassment.my) hands quickly pressed on my vagina trying to prevent more liquid from coming out of it as my mind reacted.

i hadn't realized all the sex i was having earlier...

Meanwhile, Dr. Heartman gently removed her hand from my vagina and took off her gloves.

"you are in perfect condition veronica, congratulations! your body will be able to be used by master in another month!"

throwing the used gloves in the trash the doctor said a few more words about exercise and healthy eating and that she would call me when I had my blood tests.

I was kind of lost, I didn't even have time to rationalize that I had masturbated to my doctor.

However, from the back of my mind a feeling of euphoria and happiness came over me and reassured me.

"Well, it wasn't like we didn't like it, was it?" said my mental voice.

A faint smile appeared on my face... Well, I guess it was good...