"Hello, Ellen, this is Dr. Reynolds' nurse. I'm just calling to confirm once again that you will be on time for your exam tomorrow morning."

Ellen was used to the double checking behavior. She'd already called and confirmed, but the second follow-up call was overkill. As if they were bullying and pressuring her to arrive at the appointment, no questions asked. .

"Yes, I'll be there. You know I'm always on time."

"Very good, Ellen. As you are well aware, we always make sure our office schedule runs efficiently and smoothly. We will see you tomorrow. You know the rules."

Yes. She knew the rules. Black bikini panties. White bra. Slick, smooth pussy. Tummy cleaned out and enemized.

The next morning, she felt like she always did before a gyno exam - nervous yet excited. She wondered what technique the doctor would use this time to give her a medical orgasm. Dr. Reynolds had used several over the years since that very first exam at age 18. Vibrator, finger, dildo. One time strapped a strange electrical contraption over her pubic and vulva area that sent shocks through her clitty, giving her a convulsive cum, legs flying apart, thighs trembling. That one had been tremendously embarrassing. Arriving at the medical office, she drew a deep breath and walked in.

"Hello, Ellen. Please sign in with name, date, time of arrival and reason for exam. It's for our records."

Ellen Black. November 3, 9 am. Yearly gynecological exam. It was now official - she was properly signed in. Her hands were trembling as she sat down in the waiting room. The clinic was oddly deserted, just as it always was on her exam day. True, she always screamed and howled loudly when she orgasmed on the exam table, and perhaps Dr. Reynolds didn't want other patients to be upset or concerned about the sexual noise. It almost sounded like she was being tortured. But if this was a legitimate part of an exam, why should it matter who overheard?

"Ellen Black!"

The nurse abruptly called her into the exam room.

"Go into Exam Room 1, please. Take everything off but your panties and bra and get on the table. Doctor will be in shortly."

Ellen did as she was ordered. The room was so cold, so sterile, even more than she remembered from last year.

Knock Knock!

It was Dr. Reynolds. She'd cut her hair shorter than ever. She was clearly a butch dyke lesbian and her decision to wear her hair in a crew cut emphasized her mannish appearance.

"Good morning Ellen. Nice to see you again. How have you been feeling? Any female complaints? Anything going wrong in your vagina, rectum or clitoris?"

"Um.....no doctor. I'm doing okay."

"Have you been sexually active this year? With a man? Any penis/vagina activities?"

It was so embarrassing, but Ellen had to be honest.

"Um...yes. I had one incident of sexual intercourse with a man six months ago."

"Was this a full penile penetration into your vagina? Did he orgasm inside you?'

"Yes......yes ma'am. I only dated him briefly, about a month. We only had sex one time and then we broke up."

Dr. Reynolds smiled.

"Did you have an orgasm during intercourse, Ellen?"

This was the most humiliating part of the interrogation.

"No, doctor, I didn't have an orgasm. Never even got close."

Dr. Reynolds peered at her intently. She once again smiled a sly little smile.

"Well, Ellen, this is troubling. How long did the intercourse last before the male had his orgasm?"

"I don't quite recall.....maybe ten minutes or so."

"If you weren't able to have a good, solid female orgasm after ten continuous minutes of male penile thrusting, there's a problem of some sort. A dysfunction. You know what this means. I have to induce a medical orgasm to test your clitoris. Obviously, there's something wrong. "

The gyno exam table began to mechanically tilt so that her body was prone, with her head slightly raised and elevated on the padded headrest.

"Let's get those panties off, dear. Legs up in the stirrups. Wide, wide wide. As wide as you physically can spread open. I need a clear view of your clitoris, vulva, and rectum."

The memories of past gyno exams came flooding back to Ellen's vulnerable mind and body. In her opinion, last year's exam had really crossed the line. Dr. Reynolds had removed her own underwear, hitched up her clinical white exam coat, and masturbated in front of Ellen. The doctor referred to this exam technique as "VSI" - "visual stimulation input". She directed Ellen to watch closely as she expertly manipulated her own clitoris to a shattering orgasm, As a physician, Dr. Reynolds knew it was of the utmost importance to obtain her orgasm standing in a stiff, ramrod straight, position with a minimum of dramatic grunts and groans. Such a display would be unseemly and highly unprofessional. After all, this was a medical office.