The gentle breeze blew on the pristine beach. There wasn’t a single person to be seen, yet
there were footprints in the sand as the
water gradually washed them away. The
sun shined brightly as noon approached.
Only fifty miles from Miami, Bimini, Bermuda was a different world from
the United States.
Bimini South Island was far different from North
Island. Tourists flocked to the hotel
and restaurants on North Island. South
Island had one hundred ninety-eight residents that lived mainly in the small
community of Port Royal. Until lately,
the only accommodations for tourists were the boats in the harbor. It had none of the fine restaurants and nightlife of North Island.
Bimini is heaped in legend. There is a plaque on the freshwater well that commemorated the Fountain
of Youth on the road to South Bimini.
The isolation was what Dr. Michael Green looked for when
he set up his clinic on the opposite side of the island from Port Royal. The location being
outside of the control of the American Medical Society was its finest asset,
yet it was so close to the United States. The small airport on the island was ideal for
his patients.
Dr. Michael Green was a Board Certified
physician in the United States. He had a
successful practice for over ten years treating sexual dysfunction in the
United States. Dr. Michael never took up
medicine for the money. He was wealthy
beyond belief, having inherited a vast fortune from his parents when they
passed away while he was in college. He
loved treating patients, the more difficult, the greater the reward. He also had a passion for women. He wasn’t married, for he knew he could never
be happy with just one woman. There were too many women that needed his
talents.
The modern glass and steel structure seemed out of place
on the coast, but he needed a showcase.
The two-story building was larger
than he needed, but he always planned for the future. He had the finest staff that money could
acquire. What person wouldn’t want to live in Bimini? There was one requirement that he had for his staff, another reason not to have it in
the United States where it would be illegal.
All of his staff was male, including the nurses. All of his patients were female.
Dr. Michael, as he was called, used unorthodox treatments
for his patients, but his patients were ones that never responded to the more
orthodox methods of the doctors in the United States. He took in patients that had failed to be
cured and had given up hope. These
patients were desperate and would agree to anything. His treatments ran from a few days to a few
weeks, depending on the problem and the patient’s response to his
treatments. His treatment was expensive
and not covered by insurance, so most of his patients came from wealth.
* * * *
Sarah came from wealth, sheltered from the world and its
bad side. Her father was demanding of
her and her mother. They lived on a five
thousand-acre ranch in North Dakota, approximately eight square miles. It included its own landing strip and helipad
to service their planes and helicopters.
The closest town was twenty miles away,
and it was small. Sarah never attended
public or private schools. She was
tutored by the finest teachers, either at home or over the Internet.
Her father was an important man, running a large
conglomerate that spanned continents. He
was admired and hated at the same time.
He was ruthless, and many saw a
way to get their revenge through his family, so he kept them isolated and
protected. He never wanted to have to
choose between his family and his business.
He was afraid of which he’d choose.
Even with all his safeguards, Sarah managed to have a sexual encounter
with a man that damaged her. John blamed
her mother for it.
Sarah had gone to the finest doctors over the last two years, and all had failed to do anything to cure
her, much to his chagrin. He wasn’t used
to not getting his way. He began to seek
out less conventional methods. He’d
never give in to failure. That brought
him to the unlikely island of Bimini.
He was impressed by the facilities, but he wanted to meet
Dr. Green and discuss his possible treatment.
He was younger than expected, based on his reputation. John expected a much older doctor.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Morgan.” Dr. Michael had already received Sarah’s file
and studied it. It was thick, a total of
ten doctors had seen and treated her, and
all had no success. “Thank you for
coming to see me.”
John had checked out Dr. Green extensively as he always
did with anyone he worked with, especially when it dealt with his daughter or
wife. He left nothing to chance. “Have you seen my daughter’s file?”
He was direct and to the point. “Yes.
It seems as though Sarah had a very unsatisfying first time as a virgin,
and it has scarred her deeply.” Her
first time was with a young man her age, not of the best caliber or
morals. He took her for his pleasure
only and was probably doing it to claim another virgin to his record and
nothing more.
“Yes. She is uncomfortable with men now, with the exception of me.”
“That would be an understatement,” he contradicted
him. “She
is deathly afraid of sex, not men. She’s
never had an orgasm, not even by self-masturbation.” He saw pictures of her in the file, and with her body, it was a waste. She
had a body that was built for sex and pleasure.
He hated to be contradicted, but his assessment was
probably correct. It was difficult for
him to talk about his daughter in this way.
“That could be true,” he partially admitted.
“From what I suspect of you, Sarah and her mother are
submissive. Is that correct?”
He never thought of it in that context. Compared to him, everyone else was
submissive. “That might be their
inclination. I tend to be a demanding
man in all ways.”
“You do realize that my methods are unorthodox, and they
wouldn’t be sanctioned by the America Medical Association.”
“I’ve delved deeply into your practice, Dr. Green. I know of your history, your current methods and your results. If I didn’t agree with them, I wouldn’t be here.
I don’t waste time on foolish notions or quack remedies.”
“I can help Sarah.”
He wouldn’t dwell on the method.
With her submissive inclinations and her past sexual history, it wouldn’t
be difficult to bring out her sexual being.
It just needed firm coaxing, and
he and his staff could do that. Along
with a bit more help from outsiders.
“When should I have Sarah flown here?” He didn’t need to know anymore, John only wanted results.
“Next Monday.” Michael
passed him the documents that John needed to sign
along with Sarah since she was twenty-one and of
legal age. It also included his
fees. Mr. Morgan glanced at the cost
without so much a blink.
“She’ll be here by
lunch due to the time change. How long
will she stay?”
“It can be anywhere from three days to two weeks. I’ll know more after the first two days. I’ll keep you informed by secure email.” Mr. Morgan already stood up to leave. They shook hands,
and he was gone.
* * * *
Although she was twenty-one, her father ruled her
life. She didn’t know any other
way. When he told her she was seeing a
new doctor next week, she cringed. She’d seen so many of them, and none had done any good.
“This one is different.
You’ll spend a few days there under his
care. But, it’s in Bimini, so you might
have a chance to get a nice tan on the beach.
It’s a beautiful location.”
Now she was scared.
She never spent time in a hospital or a clinic away from home. And she didn’t even know the doctor as her
father had arranged it all. “But, Father—”
He cut her off immediately. “It’s for your own good. He’s an excellent doctor, and he’s told me he can cure you. The plane will take you early Monday
morning. You’ll arrive by
lunchtime. He’ll call me when it’s time
for you to come home.”
“Yes, Father.” His
word was law. She hoped she could get
through this.
The plane ride was nice, but Sarah was nervous the whole
time. She didn’t like new things,
especially new doctors. She knew she had
a problem, but none of the other doctors had been able to do anything about
it. What
makes this one so sure he can?
It was beautiful when they landed, much different from
North Dakota. The airstrip was near the beach, and she saw the blue ocean as though it beckoned her. There was a car to pick her up, and as they sped off, she saw her plane take off to go back home without her. She never felt as alone as she did now. It was a short trip to a beautiful modern
building, not what she expected. Her
bags were carried in and the door opened for her as if it was a five-star hotel, not a clinic.
There was a large lobby, the floors marble, the walls
decorated with art. She knew paintings enough to know that they
were original art, not copies. The
furniture was leather and modern. The
lobby was big, yet there wasn’t a single person in it except for the man behind
the counter. He was odd. He wore a uniform as if he was a nurse, but
he was a man, a very handsome, young man.
He was at least six feet tall, muscular and tanned. He had an infectious smile that seemed so
genuine.
“Welcome, Ms.
Morgan. I need you to sign in, and I’ll take you to your room.” Zachary had seen her picture, but she was much
more attractive in person.
She didn’t bother to read the one-page document as she’d already signed the document her father
gave her. She knew she was signing
herself into the clinic. “Call me Sarah,
Ms. Morgan sounds too formal.”
“Let me take you to your room, so you can unpack. I’m Zachary.
Follow me.”
He left the lobby empty as she followed him down the
corridor. Their feet on the floor were
the only sounds she heard. They took a right, and there was another hallway with a half dozen doors, all of them open. She looked in one as they passed, and it was
a fine bedroom, not a hospital room, but it was empty of people.
“This is your room, Sarah.”
Her bags were already in the room. It had a large bed, at least a queen
size. It was covered in a white
comforter with two pillows. There were a dresser and mirror along with a chest of
drawers, all matching the style of the bed.
The closet was open, and it was
big with hangers and built-ins. She popped her head into the bathroom, and it was almost as big as the
bedroom. It had a huge soaking tub, a
shower built for two and a double vanity as if she’d have guests staying
overnight. Travertine tiles covered the
floors.
“I’ll leave you, Sarah.
Take your time putting things away.
Lunch is served in an hour. Go
out your door and take a right at the end
of the hallway. You’ll see the dining
room. We have an excellent chef, and he’ll make whatever you desire,
within reason. Dr. Michael does like the
patients to eat healthy though. At three,
you have an appointment with Dr. Michael for an examination. I’ll come get you in your room.”
“I must say, you’re very efficient and versatile for a
receptionist.”
“I’m not a receptionist.
We don’t have one. The doors lock
automatically, and we don’t get a lot of
visitors that we don’t expect, so the nurses fill in as needed. I’ll be assisting Dr. Michael in your
examination.”
That she didn’t expect, a male nurse. She tried not to sound shocked, but the
thought of another man with the doctor, when she
was examined, scared her. She
tried to relax, hoping that it would all work out.
It didn’t take long for her to unpack as she didn’t bring
that much, not expecting to stay for long.
There was a television in the room, but the selection was lacking. She’d take a shower before the exam.
The dining room was empty as she was the first one
there. She was going to be examined, so
she’d eat lightly. She got a Caesar salad, and it was excellent, although she told
the chef to hold the anchovies. He
looked offended, but he did as she requested.
She took her time, still a long time before she had her appointment. She never saw any kitchen staff, not another
woman was in sight. She went back to her
room and closed the door. She’d never
seen another patient or nurse, only the chef.
She knew the clinic was exclusive, but this was really exclusive. It was as if she was the only patient. That didn’t bother her as she liked being the
center of attention. At home, she didn’t get that. Her father was the center of her and her
mother’s world.
She stripped off her clothes and looked into the full-length mirror. She had a beautiful body, full breasts
without a hint of sag, big areolas that surrounded her nipples. Her waist was narrow, her hips full. She had a neatly trimmed blonde bush, natural
blonde made it almost invisible. Her
blonde hair went halfway down her back.
She turned and saw the silhouette of her body, her ass firm. She worked out religiously to keep her body
trim and firm, but she didn’t know why.
No man except one had ever seen her body sexually. She didn’t even want sex, never taking to
masturbation. She had no desires. It should’ve bothered her more, but it didn’t. She was twenty-one and inexperienced with
sex, men or women. She didn’t know what
the doctor could do to cure her. She got
into the shower as the time grew late.
She didn’t want to disappoint the doctor.
She dressed in a short-sleeve pullover and a skirt. At least she didn’t have to wear some
embarrassing gown that opened in the back.
She did wear a sexy bra and panties, no thong, for that might look too
forward. She dried her hair
quickly. She used little makeup, none
really needed. She was ready fifteen
minutes early.
Zachary was punctual as Dr. Michael required that the
clinic run like a well-oiled machine.
She opened the door as soon as he knocked. “All the medical facilities are on the second
floor. The first floor is offices,
reception, dining room and patient rooms.
The hallways are marked with directions.”
“Aren’t you worried that someone will walk out the door?”
“No, the doors lock automatically,
and you need a badge to open them, depending on the person’s need to be allowed
inside or out.”
So she was effectively trapped inside. “I haven’t seen a lot of staff.”
“We try not to look too overbearing, but there is more
than sufficient staff to handle the patients we have. There is video everywhere, and they’re monitored 24/7. We wouldn’t want anyone having problems
without alerting us.”
She wondered who watched her take a shower naked. “I haven’t seen any women.”
“At the present,
there are no women on the staff,” he responded as he tried to make it sound
like it was a temporary situation, not an administrative directive. Dr. Michael was contemplating setting up an
identical clinic but only for men patients, but it would be staffed entirely by
women, including the doctor if he could
find one with the right credentials and inclinations. They took the elevator to the second floor
and went to the examination theatre. He
held the door open for her.
She never saw a doctor’s office like this before. It looked more like an operating room. It was huge, filled wall to wall with various
pieces of furniture and equipment. It
looked state of the art. The pieces of
furniture were all gleaming stainless steel and impersonal. It had everything and much more, many pieces
she couldn’t fathom their purpose, but
enough of them sent fear into her heart.
None was more fearful than the infamous gynecological
chair. It sat majestically in the center
of the room as it deserved to be the center of attention. It was made of stainless steel, but it was
padded with black leather for comfort.
It was a mass of gears and levers to make it fully adjustable. Most fearsome were the stirrups, but these
were much more than that. They were
sleek troughs of metal as though they were scooped out. Each one was bent to the side and connected
with more gears, so they could be bent in any manner to spread one’s legs at any angle. There was one more disturbing fact. The chair had leather straps on it as if they’d
secure a body in it.
“Have a seat near the desk while I scrub up. Dr. Michael will be with you shortly.” He left her as he went to a sink on the far
side of the room and scrubbed his hands.
She could see every muscle in his arms flex as he did.
Dr. Michael walked in shortly after she arrived. He smiled at
her as he walked over to her to reassure her.
Her picture paled in comparison to her in person. She had a shapely body that caught his cock’s
attention.
She turned when the door opened to see the doctor
enter. He was handsome in an older-man
sort of way, although he couldn’t be a day over forty, or at least, his body
looked that way. His brown hair was
neatly cut around his handsome face. He
had a square chin, but it was his blue eyes and smile that caught her
attention. He wore a short-sleeve shirt
to reveal his muscular arms, but Sarah’s gaze unknowingly was drawn below his
waist to his thick thighs. She blushed
when her gaze took in the bulge in his pants.
Like Zachary, he wore hospital scrubs,
and they weren’t thick, so it did little
to cover his obvious erection. She didn’t
know what to think of that.
“Good afternoon, Sarah.
I hope you found the accommodations and the food excellent.”
“Yes, thank you,
Dr. Michael. Your clinic is state of the
art.” He sat down at the desk next to
her as Zachary walked back.
“Because of the late hour in the day, I’ll do a brief
examination of you today, but I’ll do a more extensive examination
tomorrow. I hope you’re not
uncomfortable with male nurses or a male doctor. I did see that many of your previous doctors
were male. During the course of the examination and treatment,
myself or my staff will be taking pictures to document your progress. We have an extensive video system in all
parts of the clinic for your safety, as most hospitals do.” He wanted to put her at ease as best he
could.
This was the part of treatment and doctors that she didn’t
like and feared. They were intrusive
into her intimate body and touched her inappropriately as far as she was
concerned. Yet she knew she had to
endure them. “Okay,” she could only say.
“Move over here, Sarah, where you can be more
comfortable.”
He had her sit in another chair, but at least it wasn’t
the gyno chair in the center of the room.
The frame of the chair was stainless steel, shiny and glistening, but
the seat and back was black leather and looked padded as she sat down on
it. It was sleek, almost like a
reclining chair but more adept at its positions. As she leaned back into the chair, Dr.
Michael picked up a remote. The back of
the chair came up until she sat up rigidly.
“Legs together, sit up straight.” He made the back of the chair push into the
small of her back to force her chest out more prominently. She had large breasts,
so he wanted them to be displayed proudly.