FFC-008 The internal examination at the GP

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Invitation

The letterbox rattles. "Well, actual post for a change", I think to myself. Most things go digital these days. I walk to the letterbox and I can already tell. An invitation for the national screening programme. I tear open the envelope and hmm, cervical cancer screening. An important test, but really not my thing. Last time I did one of those self-tests, but at the same time I fantasised about what it would be like if my GP did it.

I have had my GP for years, a beautiful, stately, tall woman. I have had many a fantasy about her. About what she would do to me. I don't go there often, because I have no reason to see the GP. And it would be silly to visit her because of my fantasies. When I am there, I can hardly get a word out and I sit there with my red face, stammering. And she sits looking at me with a smile. Back to the screening. Would I dare this time? I don't know. I need to think about it a bit more.

Thoughts

First, let me do some shopping, because that really needs doing too. My thoughts shoot off in all directions. Especially when I walk past the vegetable section in the supermarket. I tick off my list and walk to the till to pay. The lady at the till starts talking to me. I simply miss half of it, because the thought of visiting my GP won't leave my head. It now rules my thoughts.

Not new, because when I go to the GP for something else, I am also constantly preoccupied with her, and she actually keeps hovering in my thoughts the whole time. As if she can control my thoughts from a distance. Very peculiar. I pay for my shopping and drive home again. I put everything away, and settle down in the sun with my cup of coffee. I had earned that after this busy week.

Calling

While I enjoy my cup of coffee, I think, yes, I am going to do it. Make an appointment with my GP! I pick up my phone and of course the GP is among my contacts. My heart starts pounding harder and I tap the number. The phone rings, and a recording rattles off all sorts of things. Sigh. I should have made an appointment between 8 and 10 in the morning. Damn, and tomorrow is Saturday. Another attempt on Monday then, if I still dare.

Ordering a self-test might be just as easy. But fine, I accept it and put in my diary that I have to call the GP on Monday. And I decide to do a few household chores to take my mind off things. That wasn't easy. In the meantime I visited the GP practice's website to stare at her photo for a bit. The sight of her photo makes me feel very small and my heart is working overtime.

Booking the appointment

And finally the time had come. Luckily I work from home that day so I can call in peace. The assistant says she can also take the smear herself, but if I object to that, she can book an appointment with the GP. My first thought is to give in, but at the same time I think no, I want the GP. Luckily I am able to say so. And the appointment is booked, for the very next day. Quite late in the afternoon, though, if that is a problem. No, not at all, half past 5 is fine.

The waiting room

All day I am on tenterhooks and have trouble concentrating on my work. Because this afternoon is the day. I am half an hour early, even though the practice is less than five minutes from me. Waiting at home makes me completely restless and nervous. At seven minutes to half past five I walk to the practice and step into the waiting room. I am not the only one, as there are at least five people there I don't know. Quite remarkable, so late. But well, never mind. As long as I get my smear from my own GP, I think very bravely.

I start to sweat a little from the tension and yes, indeed, things are also starting to happen in my knickers. And that is exactly not the intention. I want to get up and go to the toilet to see if I can do something about it. But then the door swings open. There stands my GP, she nods at me, and I get up meekly and follow her. I feel almost like a tame lamb being led to the sacrificial altar. I haven't said a word yet.

She walks into her room, and I walk in behind her. I stay standing and she points to the chair in front of her. And I sit down.

What for

So, young lady, what are you here for? I think, well, you know that, it's in the system. I turn an even deeper shade of red and say: "I'm here for a smear test". She looks at me sternly and says "couldn't that have been done by the assistant too? I have other things to do as well". I shrink. And stammering I say I would rather have my own GP do it. She smiles and says nothing. She gets up and walks to the examination table. And lays everything out.

I am still sitting on the chair because I don't know what to do. Suddenly a loud voice: "are you coming or do you expect me to come and get you?" I jump out of the chair and walk over to her. I stand there a bit awkwardly but think, "oh yes, shoes off, trousers off". And I stand in front of her with my top still on, and not knowing how to behave I keep my knickers on for the time being. "Erm, what do you think, your knickers have to come off too, right, or do I need to fetch scissors?" and she laughs as she says it.

Speculum

OMG, can she read my thoughts, I think. I take off my knickers and lie down on the examination table, she raises the back section so that I am sitting up and she can insert the speculum more easily. I have to put my legs over the leg supports and there I am. With my legs wide open, while I can almost feel a considerable wetness developing somewhere. "Well well girl, do you find it that exciting?" she asks me. I nod, unable to say a word.

She laughs, and puts on her latex gloves, which are, wow, black, and she very functionally takes the smear. I want to get up as she puts all the necessary items in a tray for the laboratory. "No, you stay seated for a moment" she says. I am startled. Because why, it's done now, isn't it? I don't dare say anything. I break out in a sweat all over.

Smooth

She sits down next to me on her stool and looks at me sternly, but still with a smile. And says: "why do you still have hair on your cunt?". I am truly horrified, I had shaved quickly, but hadn't thought it would be an issue at a national screening. So I politely ask her "did I have to?". "Yes girl, you do, I don't want to be groping around in hair" she says. Various thoughts run through my head, like "yeah right, it's only for a screening". And I think "am I now going to call her 'Ma'am'?" I almost never use the formal 'you' with people, which for me has nothing to do with respect.

But I feel that I have to start addressing her formally. At least she almost forces it. She sees from my eyes that I apparently don't agree. She gets up, and commands: "Off the table and be quick about it". While I climb stiffly off the table she says I have to take off all my clothes. I ask again "what did you say, ma'am?". Whereupon she says: "you heard me perfectly well, clothes off!".

Why I do it I don't know, but I take off my clothes. She takes a pair of slippers for me and says "put them on". She picks up a blindfold and pulls me along with her. I am completely stunned, in no state to even answer back. I walk along with her obediently. Apparently we walk into another room. I hear a sliding door, and I am put in a spot. And damn, I am even being fastened. It seems to be a pole or something. At least it isn't cold in here, I think to myself, that is the only thing I can come up with.

Window

Then she says: "I'm going back to work, and in case you are wondering where you are standing, you are standing in front of the window. All the people in the waiting room can see you. You can't see them of course because you are blindfolded. They can't hear you, and you can't hear them. And oh wait, let me just write something on your belly above that wet cunt of yours. In case you are curious what I am writing, I am writing wet and hairy, with an arrow pointing to your cunt".

And as she said that, I feel her writing letters on my belly with a clear arrow. Then I feel a fleeting kiss on my cheek and almost whispering she says "see you later".

I hear the sliding door close again. And there I stand. And my thoughts fly off in all directions again. Why am I standing here, and how come they can all see me in the waiting room. And who are those people? Get lost, the lot of them. And what else does the GP have in mind. This isn't normal. What a strange business. Suddenly I am standing naked in a room at the GP's, tied to a pole. A shiver runs over my body and I feel my nipples standing proudly erect, because of the cold, I think.

Wonderful feeling

But then again, it is lovely and warm inside that room. Suddenly I think again of the people looking at me. I try to turn around but I can't. I sigh deeply. Suddenly I have to think about the smear itself again, what a wonderful feeling her hands were, because she touched my labia every now and then as she had to insert the speculum. I can still feel the warmth of her fingers. And while those thoughts run through me, I get hornier. I keep fantasising about her earlier words about cutting my knickers off.

Cutting my knickers off with a knife, that thought makes me incredibly horny. That she would then just touch my clit with the tip of the knife. I would really like to come now. But at the same time I think "get a grip". You are tied to a pole, people can see you, and she could come in. In my head I start singing a song to skip all these thoughts. That goes badly. Suddenly I hear the sliding door, and I think "yes, thank goodness she's coming, now she'll untie me". Her footsteps come closer and closer. I feel her standing next to me. I expect her to untie me.

Ouch

But no, she doesn't untie me, she suddenly pinches my nipples really hard. With her nails, it feels like a pair of pincers. While I shout "ouch" at the top of my voice, followed by the words "they'll be falling off soon". She starts laughing loudly, and pinches my nipples really hard again. Her nails, which are beautiful by the way, with blood-red polish, are truly devilish. I want to say that too but I hold back. What pain. Why is she doing that? And then it was apparently time to untie me.

She rubs the places where I had been bound. My eyes are still blindfolded. "Right, now lie down on the floor for a moment" she says. I want to lie in the foetal position, but that wasn't the intention. "On your back, here is a little cushion for under your head, because I am that kind after all. And legs apart, really wide!". And suddenly I feel her foot against my cunt, the smooth leather of her shoes rubbing gently against my labia.

Dripping wet cunt

My cunt reacts immediately to this touch. And gently she starts to kick my dripping wet cunt, harder and harder. And OMG how much I love this, especially because I am already so incredibly horny. My cunt is almost about to burst and suddenly she stops. "Get up" and she guides me to the window. And whispers in my ear "just look at them all looking at you, oh no, you can't see that", laughing loudly. She grabs my breasts hard, and digs her nails into my breasts. Painful but also very arousing.

I can't think any more. She takes me by the arm and together we walk out of the room with the sliding door and back to her consulting room. She pulls the blindfold off my head. I see a lovely smile from my GP, and I smile back. "Well, get dressed, keep an eye on your phone, because we have to discuss the result of your test live." I get dressed quickly, shake her hand politely and thank her for the examination.

Evening

I drive calmly, or at least I try to, back home. Luckily it isn't far. What had just happened at the GP's, why did all this happen? My head could no longer think normally, I could only think of her and the whole thing. Once home, I just heated up a soup for convenience, and ate a few slices of bread. At first I couldn't get a bite down, but in the end my solid appetite won out over my thoughts.

After dinner I take a quick shower and try to scrub the text off my belly, which partly works. Hopefully it will be gone when I have to go back to her. By now it is 22:30, and I'm about to dive into bed. Back to work tomorrow. While I lie in bed I try to visualise what had actually happened that day. How the strangers had looked at me, what they had said to each other. And whether she had also looked at me while I stood at the window.

Message!

Suddenly I hear a message on my WhatsApp. Shit, I forgot to turn off wifi and mobile data. Shall I take a look? Because yes, maybe it's her. I picked up my phone from my bedside table and a kind of dread strikes my heart. Yes, a message from her. The day after tomorrow at 18:00 sharp you will be in the waiting room. See you then! My heart starts pounding. Wasn't I just going to get the result? But the way the smear was done wasn't normal either. And with that thought I fell asleep like a log.

Agonisingly slow

The time until the appointment passes agonisingly slowly. Again and again I read her message. And secretly I hope for new messages from her. Luckily I have to spend this day at the office, so that makes it a bit easier because of the distraction. I have the necessary meetings, which are sometimes interesting but sometimes not at all. At those moments I get distracted easily.

At half past three I receive a message from her on my WhatsApp. "Make sure you are smooth, remember?" Inwardly I curse, because I hadn't taken that into account. And had completely stopped thinking about it. Damn, so I'll have to leave early to sort it out after all. I decide to go straight away, so I still have time to shave myself properly. So I call out quickly across the department: "guys, I really have to dash, it's urgent". Grab my things and head home. First a moment to recover and calmly work out what I need to do.

A gift or not?

I wonder whether I should take some sort of gift? No idea really, and what for? My gut says "yes, just do it". So I call the florist in the village where I live, and order a bunch of flowers and say I will pick them up at 17:45. Luckily the florist's staff know me, so it's quickly arranged. I quickly remove the hair from my cunt, with a hair removal cream, because I feel that makes it a bit smoother. While that stuff soaks in I take a pair of knickers from the drawer and a bra.

A different set from last time, because otherwise I think she will think I always wear the same thing. The same goes for clothes. As soon as the cream is ready to be rinsed off I jump under the shower, and get completely ready to first pick up the flowers and then go to the GP. When I arrive at the florist I see there is a long queue. Oh dear, then I will definitely be late. I seek eye contact with one of the staff.

She quickly realises I am in a hurry. She hands me the bunch of flowers and says "I'll send you a payment request later". With a "great, thanks so much" I go back to my car and drive to the practice.

Back in the waiting room

As I arrive I think "yes, what does she actually mean". Should I go in at 18:00 sharp or should I not come later than 18:00? Better safe than sorry, I step into the waiting room, which is once again full. Goodness, what does everyone want here so late. But well, who knows, maybe she also has evening opening hours because most people work during the day.

I watch the hand of the clock in the waiting room slowly move to 18:00 sharp, but no GP. Yes, at some point she does come in but nods to someone else. "Oh, she's running late", I immediately think. And I just keep waiting. Normally I would go to the receptionist to ask if it will be long. But in this case I don't know what to do. It doesn't matter anyway because the receptionist had long gone home. At 19:15 she steps into the waiting room and nods at me.

In the sink

I get up, with the bunch of flowers, and walk with her to her consulting room. She sits down straight away behind her desk and I give her the flowers. "Put them in the sink in the kitchenette". I obediently do what she asks, and run some water into the sink. "And thank you" she says with a big smile which then turns into a different tone.

"I believe I said 18:00 sharp. So you were early, and that is not what I said". "No" I stammer with a reddening face. "Then at least you know for next time". I nod. Suddenly she gets up and pushes her chair back and walks over to me. She grabs me by my hair and pulls. She whispers in my ear "ma'am or Mistress for you, young lady". While I stand in front of her, taken aback, I still politely say "Yes Mistress". "Undress, and quickly" she says. I can say nothing else but "Yes Mistress" and undress.

Pillory

She has already put out slippers for me. Apparently she doesn't want me walking barefoot through the practice. And I understand that. She puts a blindfold on me again. And suddenly those nails are there again, right into my nipples. "Do you know what this is called?" she says laughing. "No Mistress", I answer. "Nipple torture, and remember that" she says. "And no, I don't need an answer to this, because I don't need to hear "yes or no Mistress" the whole time.

She takes me by the arm again, but not before she smacks my bottom full force with something. What, no idea. We walk through a little hallway and again I hear the sliding door. Oh no, not standing in front of that window again. As if she could read my thoughts" "Yep, you are going to stand in front of the window again. The people in the waiting room are going to look through the window to see whether you are smooth. If even one person says that you aren't, there will be trouble. And no, you can't hear or see them, and they can't hear you."

And again she ties me to the pole, which for me has now been given the name 'pillory'. She leaves the room again, I hear the sliding door going back and forth. And it goes on and on. I feel very uncomfortable. It feels like she only comes back half an hour later. At least I hear the sliding door and hope it is her. Which luckily it is.

Legs apart!

"One of those present has doubts, so we are going to do a test". I think "uh, test, how, what?" I don't know, but hope it isn't too bad. "Legs apart!". I do what she tells me. With my legs wide apart I stand waiting for what is to come. I hear a click. And suddenly ouchhhh, what is this? "Stay still! And woe betide you if anything falls off" she says. I hear something like a sigh and then a faint smell of burning. Has she just blown out a candle? And thrown the candle wax against my cunt? That must have been quite a big candle.

I do my utmost not to move. Luckily the pain quickly fades and I feel the wax solidify. I hear her rummaging with some metal things. GPs have plenty of those for treating patients. I feel something pointed prick into my cunt flesh. Is this a knife? Yes, this is a knife, it can't be anything else. She scrapes the wax off my cunt with a knife. She drops it into a metal dish, because I can hear it.

"Right, let's check" she says. And again I stand waiting while my cunt reacts intensely to the wax, and it is quite a pleasant reaction. Something really special. I didn't know it existed.

Straw bales

She comes back into the room. The sliding door opens and closes again. "Right, I have examined the wax under the microscope and you're lucky, it was only 20 tiny little hairs". I stay silent because is that a lot or a little and what is the consequence? I have no idea what she wants with that. She unties me, and grabs me firmly by the arm and pulls me along to another room.

I walk in and smell something like straw or the like. Is this a barn or what is it? My thoughts are working overtime again. What is she planning. Is she planning anything at all? It smells as if I am in a stable. The smell of fresh hay and straw dominates. She pushes me in one direction, and suddenly says "stop!" and pushes me forward. I am lying over a number of straw bales, with my bottom sticking out behind. My arms are laid over the straw bales and I am cuffed to metal chains. What a noise those chains make.

Nice feeling

I don't know how I feel with all these impressions. The straw is quite sharp in places but I actually find that quite a nice feeling. "Bottom further back" she says. I push my buttocks further back and there comes the first smack, with a whip! "So, twenty little hairs times ten is how many?". And I answer straight away "200"! "Then it will be 2,000, because you forgot to answer in two words".

I answer "yes Mistress". And she starts to hit, luckily not at full force the whole time, she apparently also has gentler implements that land a bit softer. Even so it hurts damn a lot and I tense up at every stroke. I think "why is she doing this?" The tears run from my eyes. After she has gone at it full force for a while I feel a kind of calm come over me. As if I am going to another world or something. I have no idea. I undergo it all for her, apparently.

Calm

It feels as if she is suddenly done hitting. She unties me and helps me stand up. Gives me an enormous hug while I go limp in her arms. She takes off my blindfold. She pulls me along to the spot where she wants me. I feel a lovely soft blanket lying on a straw bale. She keeps holding me, strokes my hair while I let my tears flow. What an intense experience.

She gives me something to drink and says "lie on your back for a while to recover. I'll put your blindfold back on for the peace". While I lie there recovering, she is busy doing something. I have no idea, but hope for no more whipping because I don't know whether I still have the appetite for it.

Nicely savouring it

"Right, now you may savour it for a while" she says. And I feel metal cups slide over my breasts. Shivers run over my body but it also gives an arousing feeling. She switches on some kind of machine, a soft humming sound and I feel my breasts being drawn in by the vacuum. Wow, what an incredibly nice feeling. My pussy reacts to it too. I never knew there was apparently also a kind of milking machine for a cunt, but I find out when she places it on my cunt.

I hear the pulsing vacuum sound. My labia are sucked completely into the vacuum. She starts whispering in my ear again "just let yourself go, girl, you've earned it after your surrender. Coming is perfectly okay". I lie like a kind of rag doll on the bale of straw. Enjoying all the pumping sensation the machines give me. My thoughts? I no longer have them. My cunt and breasts are busy soothing the pain. I start panting, a sign that an orgasm is on its way. And yes, it comes. One hundred per cent. Panting loudly I come to an orgasm! What a wonderful feeling!

Playroom

After I have recovered from everything, she helps me up from the straw bale. She wraps a little blanket around me. "Just walk with me first, then you can have a shower in a moment". She doesn't take off the blindfold yet. I walk along on her arm. We walk into a room and she takes off the blindfold. I immediately check whether there is a window, there isn't. Or might she have yet another room? No idea.

"This is my playroom, feel free to look around, and then go and have a shower, the bathroom is there and she pointed to the bathroom". I look around. Wow, there is so much stuff. I see a great many things, including an elastic rope. "Is that for bungee jumping?" I say to her, laughing. "No, for parachute jumping, smart-arse" she says, laughing back.

"And for the sake of clarity before you go for a shower. I am Mistress Moriah and you are my slave", she says. I turn around and can only smile shyly. She gives me a hug and a towel and says: "off you go, shower".

That evening I lie in bed and pinch my arm a thousand times. I am Mistress Moriah's slave. With a blissful feeling I fall asleep...

Specifications: Femdom fantasy contest 2025

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Supermarket – parachute jumping – pincers – nipple torture – visualise

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FFC-008

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28 February 2025

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