He takes charge

Dear Sir Williard,

What occurred next in the small examination room was both one of my most memorable encounters and shameful acts since my decision to join Dr. Miller's practice. It was my humble estimation, My Lord, that if the accumulated sum of Miss Alice's feminine emotions were allowed to explode unchecked from her throat that she and I were sure to be discovered. Knowing that I might be the cause of embarrassment for this fine example of British womanhood was more than I could accept and as I saw her mouth open to scream I did the only thing I could think of.

My hand covered her mouth just as her eyes rolled back in their sockets and thankfully, most of her scream was muffled by my palm; I remember feeling at the time that disaster had been averted. Her convulsions almost carried my patient off the examination table and my other hand landed firmly on her jerking abdomen holding her in place as her orgasm slowly subsided. What I had not anticipated was the surge of excitement I felt holding down the gasping young woman who bucked and wiggled on the examination table.

After nearly a dozen times providing insemination services to the Empire's finest ladies, you may wonder why I found this situation so stimulating. Although upon reflection, I expect that a man of your experience understands the male psyche much better than I did at the time, only now hours later am I beginning to understand. Unlike my impregnation of women whose identities are hidden under clinical conditions and where I am nothing but a paid stud; in that moment with the pretty young Alice, I was in complete control.

"Good, girl." I whispered as Alice's thrashing slowly subsided, "that was quite an exhibition." She blinked away the start of tears as her eyes searched mine for understanding as I spoke. "I see now, My Dear, that your condition will require a much more thorough examination." I regret to confess, Sir Williard, that instead of compassion and understanding what this troubled young woman most likely saw in my gaze was a hungry passion, but she nodded in agreement. Moreover, when I pushed two of the fingers that had been covering her into her mouth, I felt her soft lips sucking eagerly on the digits.

With her mouth most pleasantly occupied, I turned my attention to the dripping junction of her thighs. Her hand still covered her sex, and my much larger hand covered hers pressing her delicate fingers against the petals of her feminine flower.

"Oommnngg!" Her gasp of surprise was largely muffled by my fingers, but there was no doubt that she was responding with the same need as the matrons who I had often fingered before planting my seed in their wombs.

I continued to rub her fingers against her sex in what was a most unprofessional abuse of my position. I remember having that same thought at the time, but the feeling the moisture coating my digits and her renewed gyrations were too strong an inducement to discontinue my 'examination' at that point.

"You haven't been putting anything in this most private conduit, Miss Alice, have you?"

"Nmmoongh." It was with some regret that I pulled my fingers free of her mouth so she could speak clearly. However I soon found a better use for my hand as I placed her stocking covered feet in the stirrups and latched the restraining straps in place so she could not pull her feet free of the stainless rings. I do not remember, Dr. Johnson, these leather straps on the stirrups of the examination tables used during my women's health rotation at King's College, but all of Dr. Miller's tables are equipped with this convenient modification.

"That may be so, Miss Alice, but under the circumstances I'm going to need to examine you intimately." I expected at this moment for my patient to object most strenuously, but to my pleasant surprise she only moaned in anticipation.

I will relate the results of this examination at the earliest opportunity, Sir Williard, at the moment I am being summoned to dinner. I believe I have mentioned in prior pages that Andrews frets terribly when I am not properly dressed for dinner, and I have found that the household runs best when my manservant is happy.