A Secretary Changed Ch. 22

Hayley visits the doctor.

After the crazy night I had, it took a few days before I stopped feeling sore. The girls were very supportive and I felt like they were more than just sorority sisters. Miss Jane, my sorority house Mother, was also very nice. She sent me a dozen roses and the cutest little necklace. Well it was more of a fashion collar really. Red leather with tiny little faux diamonds around it, and the cutest little gold lock. I knew just the dress to wear it with.

So it was a few days later I was at the delta house, just puttering about and ignoring the pile of homework staring at me when Miss Jane paid a visit. I was laying on my bed on my tummy reading something about the newest styles in Hollywood when she walked right in. It startled me, and I was just a bit miffed she didn't knock.

After she told me she was touring the house and making sure all the sisters were up on homework and housework around the delta house, she asked how I was feeling. Sitting up, I told her I felt fine, and the soreness was gone but I felt like I couldn't get the taste of cock out of my mouth. We had a good laugh about that, and she asked if I was happy to be bisexual now.

With a slight frown, I told her I was still a lesbo, and had only sucked those guys on a dare. She returned the frown and shook her head a bit, but let it go. Asking where the collar she gave me was and looking me up and down. I felt underdressed as she was wearing a sharp and crisp skirt and jacket, while I was only in little shorts and a halter top. Anyways, I got up and went over to the dresser I shared with my roomate. Producing the new collar for her, with a smile. On a whim I walked up to her, stood on my very tiptoes, and kissed her cheek, thanking her.

Looking up at her, towering over me in her heels, she smiled down at me and I almost could swear she was smirking. Almost an evil looking grin and for some reason a chill went down my spine. I couldn't put my finger on it, but some tingling sensation filled me up and made my liver quiver.

"Try it on babydoll," Miss Jane said, smiling down at me. I blushed a little, feeling like an insect under her gaze. So with dainty trembling fingers I put the collar around my neck. She gently turned me around and helped click the lock on, then turned me to face her again.

"What do you think Miss?" I asked her. Smiling demurely up at her and trying my best to look cute.

"I think it is just absolutely perfect babydoll," she told me, still with her evil looking grin. Maybe it was just her face but she did have a wicked smile. I giggled a little and did a curtsey for her. Then she told me to grab my purse and go with her. She wanted me to have a quick checkup at the doctor's office before football season picked up. Just to make sure I was in shape for the cheerleading squad. Hinting that the head cheerleader needed to be strong and healthy. So I did as she said and grabbed my things. As my sister Jenna always says, and away we went.

The ride to the doctor's office was so fast. Miss Jane was driving some quick little sports car, and she was driving it like crazy. I swear I thought I was totally going to freak. Zipping between cars and cutting trucks off and at one point even zoomed through a red light. She never stopped smiling the entire ride but I was never happier to finally get where we were going.

Walking into the office we didn't even wait in reception. I think she knew them all, and the cute blonde behind the reception counter told us to go straight back. The doctor was waiting for us and everything was ready. We went back and into the examination room, all clean and white. The room was nice and there were plants and paintings and classical music was playing. Not like my usual doctor.

When we got there Miss Jane told me she owed him a favor, and bringing him new patients was helping her to settle up. Whatever. I just wanted to finish here and maybe I would ask her to take me for a bite to eat. Now that I recovered I wanted to ride in that sports car again.

"Babydoll, let's get you ready. He might be in a hurry today," Miss Jane told me with a smile. I looked at her as she took my purse and phone and set them in a cabinet. Locking it. So noone took them I guessed. "Strip and get on the table," she then instructed.

I wasn't expecting that and so I hesitated. Looking at her a bit surprised. She just stood with her arms crossed so with a shrug, I figured might as well. She was a sexy woman so it wasn't too much of a problem undressing in front of her. I untied my halter top and wiggled out of it. My boobs are perky enough to go braless and that's just how I was. Glancing at Miss Jane I undid my shorts and slid them down, stepping out of them. I was only wearing flip flops so those weren't an issue. I made to get up on the padded table when she stopped me.

"Oh no silly girl. You need to remove everything," she said. Clicking her tongue at me. I rolled my eyes and slowly slipped my panties off. Making a bit of a show of wiggling my hips and shaking my breasts to see if I could get a reaction. She just watched with her evil smirk, then collected all my clothes and locked them away in the same cabinet as my phone and purse.

"What about this?" I asked her, indicating my new red collar. Tugging at it and hearing the lock jingle a bit.

"Hmm," she said, looking at me. "I seemed to have forgotten to give you the key. And I don't think I brought it with me," she told me. I thought to myself, she didn't even look. But whatever. Just as I was about to say something the doctor came in.

He was a bit of an old man. Older than Miss Jane and when he came in, I covered up with my hands. Miss Jane laughed and told me not to be silly. He was a doctor after all. So I let my arms down and just blushed. He was looking over a chart of some sort for a bit, before he told me to hop up on the table.

As he turned to wash his hands and I hopped up onto the padded table, Miss Jane leaned in close and whispered. "Remember, it would be a shame to lose your scholarship, and be kicked off the cheer squad for not passing this physical. So do exactly as he says and no complaining. Understand?"

I nodded yes quietly and sat there. My eyes down and Miss Jane standing next to me. She must've sensed I was nervous because she sweetly held my hand. Then the doctor turned and introduced himself.

"Hello there young lady, I'm Doctor James. But please, just call me Ian," he said in that same tone all doctors use. I smiled at him and nodded. He looked me over once or twice and asked Miss Jane, "The usual exam? "

I looked at her and she nodded yes at him, then turned to me and said, "Remember babydoll, do exactly as you're told or you're off the squad, out of the sorority, out of college, and I think even your family will disown you after all that." Her tone was stern and sharp and left no doubt in my mind she would make all that happen.

"Yes Miss Jane," I told her. Sufficiently cowed now to be completely submissive and completely compliant.

"Please babydoll, from now on just simply call me Mistress," she told me. Smiling sweetly, but sweetly like the cat that ate the whatever. I sat there as once again the doctor made notes on a chart. He asked Mistress my age and she told him. Already over twenty thanks to some time off between graduating primary and starting college. Time at the cheer and dance academy trying to earn my college scholarship. It was that, and a part time job to pay for it, or going to work at some menial career.

He also asked my height, weight, bust size, dress size and sexual orientation. I don't know why he needed to know my sexuality. But Mistress answered every question as if I wasn't there, and told him I was quite bisexual. Those were her words. "Quite bisexual." She even winked at me. I tried not to frown, remembering her earlier warnings about not passing this physical.

"Okay then," Dr. Ian said with a grin. "Let's get started shall we?" And get started we did. Mistress standing back to watch, and to give him room to work. Putting down his clipboard he stepped up to me and eased my thighs open. As I was sitting on the end of the table, naked, this put him right between my open legs. I knew better than to protest, with one look at Mistress.

Feeling up and down my thighs, with his bare hands no less, he remarked, "These legs are toned and as supple as any you've brought me Jane." I whimpered a bit then held it in as he kept squeezing my thighs. My open thighs. His beady little eyea watching his own hands. He moved them around the sides of my hips slowly and up to hold my waist. Nodding his obvious approval.

"Now we check for firmness and degree of necessity of a sports bra or other support," he said. Maintaing an air of professional dignity. Moving in closer he moved his hands up and cupped my breasts. Lifting them up and testing their weight. My face hadn't stopped blushing since he entered the room. Smiling, he told me to relax as he held my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and moved them around. Up. Down. Pulling on them and tugging them, twisting them until they were stiff little buds. Making me squirm a bit and whimper, which earned me a stern look from Mistress.

"Yes yes these are some lovely tits she has Jane, just lovely," he told Mistress as he continued to play with them. Still tugging my already sore pink nipples. "And should you decide on it, these nipples will easily take rings or such adornment. In fact, I recommend it," he continued. Speaking to her and not me about my tits.

Then his hands wandered down and pushed my thighs open wider. I gasped as he held my hips and pulled me quickly to the very end of the exam table. My naked slit right up against him. I could feel his bulge and then it was gone. He walked away and took out a camera. I sat and blushed as he snapped picture after photo of me naked, legs spread wide and my slit exposed. I was almost regretting keeping it shaved. The last two pictures he took, Mistress had me use two fingers to open my slit so he could get a good shot of the pink. That was the worst part.

He came back to me and said, "Now we test for flexibility." Mistress smiling as he gently laid me back. I looked up at her and she only nodded her approval. He ran his hands down my legs to hold my ankles. Then he lifted them up and apart. I was still at the edge of the padded table so as he lifted and spread my ankles wide, his bulge was perfectly lined up to plunge into me. If he was naked of course. He moved my ankles and legs up, apart, opening them and then, holding them together over one shoulder. All manner of positions that were obviously sexual. Then he asked Mistress for a hand and she gladly lent one. Standing near my head, she pulled my ankles for him. Over my head and bending me in half as he took pictures. For the record he said.

Mistress kept pulling them up and over. Over my head and back as well, so my spine was curving and my head was slowly moving between my thighs. Pulling and pulling until, with a giggle, she managed one last tug and the last few inches. She whispered for me to do it, and I knew what she wanted. I closed my eyes, completely bent in half, and even more than that, and as Mistress gasped I slid my tongue out and softly licked all over my own pussy.

I've known I have this skill for a while now. I discovered it while I was working on my stretching and flexibility exercises. It's come in handy now and again, and I was blushing like mad as I shared my secret with Mistress and Dr. Ian. My tongue lapping slowly, licking my own wet slit. It took just a slight bit more strain and I gave my own clit a good slow suck for them. To their shock and amazement.

At long last Mistress let me go and let my legs back down. I was deep breathing now, trembling, and my face was wet with my own juices. She handed me a handkerchief to clean up with as her and the doctor talked about how awesome a show that was. How neither had seen anything like it. How they would want to both see it again and again given more time. Mistress smiling sweetly at me.

"We just have the final examination now," said the doctor. "Jane, if you would do the honor of preparing her for the last step, I shall be right back," he told Mistress. She replied that it would be her pleasure. And soon I would find out how pleasurable it would be for her. He left and she held me in a close hug.

"You are doing great babydoll," she said as she helped me to my feet. "Better than I could've possibly hoped for. And we're almost finished now. Just the last exam of your ...backside," she said. As she gently turned me to face the examination table and gently bent me over it. Bent me over at the waist and at a ninety degree angle.

"There's a few measures we need to take first though. For your own protection," she said. As she began the so called measures. "Every so often the doctor's hands are cold and the shock may cause you to kick by accident. And we don't want that to happen babydoll," she said. As I felt her strapping my ankles to the legs of the table. Strapping them tightly. My legs straight and open about just past shoulder width.

"And," she said as she reached around my head and pushed some type of rubber ball into my mouth. "We can't have you squealing and scaring the other patients either," she went on. I felt her strapping the ball in place. My mouth stretched and full and the straps tightly bound on my head. Then I heard, and felt, her pouring oil over my ass. Liberally. Like, more than I would've thought. And I started to wonder what sort of spinal exam this was. I squealed into the gag, the sound quite muffled as she started to work the oil between my cheeks and into my tight little hole. Using her finger to spread the oil inside my ass. Her hand on the small of my back to keep me held down. Her finger pushing in, and out, and back into my tight ass. Lubing me up as it were. All I could do was groan into the ball in my mouth and squirm until at last she was finished.

At some point the doctor had returned. I didn't even hear him come in but Mistress said, "She's all ready for her exam Dr. Ian." Then she walked around the table in front of me and took my hands in hers. "I shall hold your hands for this babydoll, to help you relax. It's a difficult exam but it will soon be over."

So, bent over the table, my ankles strapped to the legs and a ball gagging my mouth, Mistress held my hands, then my wrists tightly, and I tried to prepare myself. I've had several sports exams before, and I know they can be uncomfortable and even painful, so I had some idea what was coming. I only hoped he would be quick about it, and not too rough like some sports doctors I've seen. However, no exam took these sorts of preparations so I was still a bit nervous. I tried to relax.

"We will be using a probe now," the doctor said. "I'll try to go slow, but you may feel some pressure. It will pass," he went on. I thought it a bit strange, stranger still than my current position, that he would use some sort of probe. And lost in my thoughts about it, I could've sworn I heard a zipper. I put it down to him opening whatever package the probe was sealed in. Mistress held my wrists a bit tighter now.

I could feel the tip of his probe moving up my leg a little. Just at my upper thigh. Then moving up and down my cheek. Then across the other cheek and I thought maybe a gluteus scan. Then the tip pushed between my ass cheeks slowly.

"Here we go, here we go," the doctor said as he put one hand on my shoulder and worked the probe up between my cheeks. I groaned a bit when that same tip pushed against my anus. Slowly but firmly. His hand on my shoulder to keep me still and Mistress holding my wrists tightly. "Almost there now, almost," he said, and I felt the tip open my sphincter. I looked up at Mistress with wide eyes and she smiled and blew me a kiss. Then, much to my surprise, the probe slowly slid all the way in. Deep.

The reason I say it was to my surprise was because while I felt the entire shaft sliding up my ass, his hand on one shoulder was joined by his other hand on my other shoulder. My surprise didn't last for more than one deep plunge.

I told you I'm no fool but perhaps sometimes I am. I'm easily tricked and pranks are almost no challenge to play on me. I can be very gullible and even the most outrageous lies go right over my head. April Fool's day is like my worst nightmare. I've fallen for the silliest tricks, rumours, and practical jokes, and keep falling for the same ones.

So at last it dawned on me, as he held my shoulders from behind and his body started slapping against the backs of my thighs as I groaned and squirmed in pain. I was getting my first anal sex. From a total stranger. Mistress held my wrists tight and told me repeatedly to take it. Take it. Take it. In a soft and sweet, almost gentle voice.

"She's tight Janey," the doctor said between gasping thrusts. "She may be the tightest one yet," he continued. Now holding my hips and pounding his cock into me hard and deep. Every thrust taking my breath away and causing me to gasp, mixed with mewling and whimpering into my gag. Every third thrust or so he would slap my ass and the stinging created a nice counterpoint to the burning of my anal ring being stretched to accomodate his thumping cock.

As he kept mercilessly fucking my tight virgin ass, I came to realize it didn't hurt as much. The pain was lessening and I started to feel different. I started to feel pleasure. Just a little of course. But just enough. I realized two things at once. First of all, I could feel my juices seeping from my slit as he nailed me to the table from behind. Could feel them moistening my thighs. And second, I realized Mistress was no longer holding my wrists and it was my nails digging into the padded table keeping my hands in place.

And the last realization to dawn on me? I realized I was about to cum. I trembled and moaned, my whimpering muffled by the gag. His cock kept relentlessly plunging into me, and I put my head down. Biting on the ball gagging me and my eyes screwed tightly shut as his cock took its measure of my ass. I raised up on tiptoes as much as my tied ankles would allow, and gasped hard as I orgasmed. My first orgasm from a man. My first orgasm with a cock inside me. My first orgasm from anal sex. My thighs felt a whole lot juicier after that.

I guess cumming caused my ass to tighten and grip his shaft, because right then his thrusts slowed. He groaned and grunted and then held his cock all the way up my anal passage. I could feel it pulse and throb and I concluded he was emptying his balls in me. Panting for breath and trembling, I felt him slowly ease out. I gasped when his tip left me with a bit of a slurping pop. Then he said to Mistress, "This one is in perfect shape for dancing, or whatever you have in mind."

He left the room and as I stood up, drool ran from my gag down my chin. Mistress untied my ankles and I stood on shaky legs, still trembling from my orgasm. I felt his cum run down my inner thigh, mixed with my juices and as Mistress stood up, she ran her tongue up my leg and licked me. I looked back at her and watched her swallow the slime. Still with her ever present smirk.

"The restroom is in there babydoll," she told me, pointing to a door in the corner. "Clean yourself up while I go schedule your next exam." I whimpered and went to get cleaned up, trying to unstrap and take off the ball gag as she left to make my next appointment. As I freshened up I liked the way my collar looked. Liked the way my hair was wild and unkempt now. And I liked the way I felt after the experience.

After the initial exam with Dr. Ian, I had an exam again once a month. Every month.