New duties at Dr. Miller's clinic.

Dear Sir Williard,

It has been five days since my last entry in this ever growing letter. I have no particular reason for the lapse in writing other than the combination of everyday activities and the fact that nothing much happened until today at work. My household routine has become more settled with regular meals prepared by my very fine Irish cook; breakfast and dinner served by Andrews, tea when I return from work brought to me by the quiet Akemi. All my meals are taken in my office as I still have no furniture for my dining room, or any other rooms for that matter. Andrews, my gardener and the two maids are sleeping like impoverished peasants on sailcloth sacks stuffed full of dried grass laid out on the floor, so far I haven't heard much grumbling from my help but I need to see about furnishing this villa at the earliest opportunity.

Also settling into a routine are my now fairly regular sexual encounters with Hilda and Akemi. I usually send for Hilda in the evening taking her either in my office or if I'm feeling magnanimous bringing her to my bed and enjoying her lush body between the sheets. Akemi has taken to waking me in the morning in one of several delightful ways using her mouth, hands or marvelously flexible body that bends into all manner of tempting positions. Once I took her by surprise when she brought in my tea and pastries, I lifted her onto the desk and positioned myself between her knees while my hands worked at the buttons of her modest uniform dress. She protested halfheartedly as I pulled open her bodice and then, when she saw that I would not be dissuaded, giggled and squirmed as I removed just enough of her clothing to allow me to spear into her as she perched on the edge of the sturdy desk. That was one of the nights I let Hilda join me in my bed and so was able to appease the buxom blonde who clearly knew of my encounter with Akemi without having to discuss the situation.

I am writing because at the start of my second week working for Dr. Miller in his clinic he has informed me that I must start doing some of the extra duties that we spoke of on the first afternoon. The silver-haired septuagenarian twice summoned me into examination rooms, where the nature of my new duties were made clear.

On the first occasion, to give a second opinion on the fertility issues of a woman who was stretched out on the examination bed. She was nude from the waist down with her legs held high and wide in a set of stainless steel stirrups so I could see every inch of her exposed sex. The woman's identity was concealed by a modesty screen erected across her torso so I could not say who she was, judging by the lack of stretch marks on her smooth belly she had yet to have carried a baby but the general condition of her skin and pelvis I estimate that she was in her thirties and in fine health. Of course I have been repeatedly fooled by the remarkable preservation of the British colonials on Rajah-4, so it is possible that this woman was ten or even fifteen years older than my estimate. Thank God I had been well serviced by Akemi that morning, because as I palpated the woman's uterus, in spite of all my professional training, I found her body's response to the digital examination very arousing. I could not miss the hardening of the subject's clitoris nor the beading of moisture on the stretched pink petals of her sex and I could feel the stiffening of my member against my thigh as I contemplated the pleasures this beauty could give a man.

The second such encounter was even more disquieting. It was late in the day when Dr. Miller asked me to assist him in a delicate matter. I found him standing at the head of patient strapped face down into a contraption that would not seem out of place in a dungeon of the Spanish Inquisition. The patient's ankles were securely bound to heavy metal loops with strips of well worn leather that wrapped tightly around her calves several times before being fastened in crude knots. Her legs were positioned in such a way that the knees were bent under her abdomen that was bent forward lifting her buttocks high into the air. Much like with my encounter with the colonial woman earlier, the identity of this subject was hidden from me as her head was locked in a heavy wooden stocks that revealed only the dark brown hair of the young lady.

It was, I assure you Sir Williard, a young lady no older than twenty years who was bound so cruelly; she was trying to speak, but her words were unintelligible I suspect - but cannot say for sure - because her mouth was well filled with Dr. Miller's erection.

"Ah Dr. Baxter." I was greeted by my mentor as I stared in stunned silence. "Would you be so kind as to perform a thorough rectal exam on our pretty little patient." My reticence must have been plain to read because before I could voice my objections he waved them off with a frown. "Come now Dr. Baxter, you've made your choice over a week ago, this is not the time to bore me with your irrelevant morality."

He was right, your Lordship, as unpleasant as it was for me to accept, I had made my choice and my moral fiber is so compromised that I could not even defend myself. So for the next ten minutes or so performed a thorough rectal exam on the bound young lady's tight anus, fingering the squirming young lady as Dr. Miller busied himself with her mouth.

"Ahh." Sighed Dr. Miller at last. "Thank-you Dr. Baxter, that will be enough." and with that I was summarily dismissed. It is just as well, because between the vigorous fingering of her rectum and the accompanying stroking of the young lady's very slick and erect clitoris I had a fierce erection straining painfully against my thigh and if Dr. Miller had given me any sort of permission or encouragement at all, I would have freed myself and made free use of the poor young woman's lovely body. Sir Williard, I can't explain why the idea of using the young Englishwoman while she was helplessly bound excited me as much as it did but even as I left the examination room I wondered if Hilda or Akemi would let me bind them tightly and use their bodies like that.

It was later in the day that Dr. Miller and I had a chance to talk in private. In short, Sir Williard your acquaintance, informed me that it was time that I started pulling my weight. He told me that he understood that this was all very new to me and explained with a surprisingly gentle smile that I must begin attending to the needs of colonial ladies in need of sexual stimulation and impregnation. Perhaps in an effort to reward me for my efforts he offered me a role in the abuse of rich young debutantes in what he explained was 'aversion therapy'. I remember reading about this misguided treatment program for behavioral modification popular with doctors a generation ago. I still have trouble believing that it is still being used anywhere in the British Empire, but apparently Dr. Miller has made quite a fortune peddling this out-dated quackery on the wealthiest families of New India who actually pay him to take the most outrageous liberties with their pampered daughters.

And I, my most honoured sir, I have committed myself to serving this man. For now at least I must accept that I am enjoying my new life far too much to give it up. So it seems I must become Dr. Miller's breeding ram, the real question is will I compromise what is left of my professional integrity and also join with your former acquaintance in all his perversions.