Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
The slight panic I feel as we disembark is short lived. The crowd makes me uncomfortable, but as soon as we reach Daddy’s golf cart, I’m once again more relaxed.
I’m well-aware that our first stop is going to be the clinic. I’ve mostly put that out of my mind for the past week, too. Now it’s imminent. Five minutes Daddy tells me.
I fist my hands in my lap and try to enjoy the weather and the beautiful view. I’m certain I’ll appreciate all of it more later—after we get the doctor’s visit out of the way.
My heart is pounding as Daddy parks and lifts me out of my car seat. He doesn’t set me down. Instead he props me on his hip, presses a hand to the small of my back, and tucks my face against his neck.
I love him. He understands me. I squeeze my eyes closed, not taking a single peek at my surroundings while I listen to him give my name to the receptionist. I’m grateful that we’re immediately escorted to an exam room, and I don’t lift my head and look around until we’re alone.
Daddy sets me on the edge of the table. The room looks exactly like any other doctor’s office I’ve ever been in. There’s no reason to panic. Except I know this visit is going to be far more intimate than anything I’ve experienced. He hasn’t left me in the dark about that.
“I’m going to take your clothes off, Baby girl. Arms up for Daddy.”
I tremble as I lift my hands and let him pull my shirt over my head. Instinct has me reaching to cover my breasts with my palms.
Daddy circles my wrists and lowers my hands to my sides. “Don’t cover yourself, Grace.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Good girl.” He leans me back and removes my diaper before helping me sit upright again. When he takes my shoes off, I’m completely naked. This is not how people see doctors outside of the fetish community.
I flinch when the door opens and two men walk in. One of them is in scrubs, the other is in a white lab coat, just like I’ve visualized.
The doctor smiles warmly and extends a hand to Daddy. “Good to see you, Eli. Who do we have here?” He turns to me and sets his palm on top of my head.
“This is Grace,” Daddy informs him.
“So nice to meet you, Grace. I’m Dr. Morgan, and this is my nurse, Brian.”
I find the will to return his greeting. “Nice to meet you, Sir,” I whisper.
“Such a polite Little girl.” He beams.
The stethoscope around his neck is making me breathe heavily. What is it about stethoscopes? I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of him touching my naked chest with the cold disk. My nipples are already hard from being exposed to the air in the room.
Dr. Morgan asks Daddy a running list of questions while he looks in my ears, nose, eyes, and throat. Most of his inquiries are about my overall health, which he already has in his files because Daddy filled everything out before we left the apartment.
“Sit up tall for me, Little one,” he says as he lifts that metal disc.
I watch as he moves it around my naked chest, trying not to think about my nudity and the fact that two strangers are seeing me.
“Heart sounds great. Can you lean back for me, Little one?”
All three men help me onto my back, and I suck in a breath when Nurse Brian steps to the end of the table behind me. He reaches across me, circles my wrists, and brings my hands over my head.
I turn to look at Daddy, fighting the whimper that’s threatening to escape. I feel ten times more exposed stretched out like this. I’m fidgeting, too. I can’t keep my legs still. I draw my knees up and squeeze them tightly.
Dr. Morgan pats my shin. “Let’s go ahead and get your legs in the stirrups, Little one.”
Even though I expected this, I still gasp as he gently guides first one leg and then the other into metal stirrups. I start breathing heavier when he straps my legs down and then opens them wider.
I’m panting as the doctor examines my breasts. He takes his time. He continues to talk to Daddy about my breast tissue and my nipples while he palpates them. It’s overwhelming, and that feeling doubles when he pinches one of my nipples hard enough to make my breath hitch.
I arch my chest and stiffen as he pulls and twists that nipple before repeating the same on the other side. Leaving me breathless, he moves down between my legs and asks Daddy questions about my sexual history and any issues or concerns with regard to my vagina.
It’s surreal, and I’m mortified by the wetness leaking out of me.
I’m supposed to be turned on. That’s half the point of this visit.
I know that, but it doesn’t make the entire experience less shocking.
I’m also aware that my physical reactions to this visit are going to dictate how often Daddy will bring me back for another exam.
Judging by the amount of arousal leaking down to my butt crack, I’d say we’ll be back here four times a week.
“Any issues with bowel movements?” Dr. Morgan asks.
“No. I introduced her to glycerin suppositories and enemas already. She knows I won’t hesitate to do whatever is necessary to make sure she empties her bowels.”
“And her urethra? Does she keep her diapers wet?”
“Normally she’s pretty good about it, but the diaper I just removed from her was dry, which means she hasn’t peed since we left the house several hours ago. I warned her you would do at least one invasive procedure this morning.”
The doctor lifts his head to look at me, smiling as though this is all perfectly normal. “Have you ever had a catheter, Little one?”
I swallow. I should not be shocked, but I am. “No, Sir,” I mumble.
“It won’t hurt a bit. I’m going to push a tube into your pee-pee hole and drain your bladder.
In the future, you need to keep your diapers wet.
If you hold your pee pee, I’ll have your Daddy bring you back to my office so I can put a more permanent catheter inside you to hold your urethra open for a few days so it constantly drains into your diaper.
Most Little girls do not like that. It’s a good way to ensure they don’t hold their pee pee back. ”
My breath hitches. The idea sounds horrifying.
I really do need to pee. I didn’t think about it until he mentioned it, but now I have to go badly.
Dr. Morgan pulls up a rolling tray with so many items on it I’m afraid to look. He holds my pelvis down with one hand, lubes the entrance to my tiny hole, and guides a tube into me.
Daddy cups my cheek and meets my gaze. “You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Deep breaths.”
The relief I feel as my bladder drains is tremendous.
Brian strokes my wrists with his fingers and gently praises me for being brave.
The catheter is definitely the most invasive part of this visit, and I breathe easier as soon as it’s removed, trying not to think hard about the way Dr. Morgan parts my folds and examines my pussy.
I can’t hold back a moan when he pushes two fingers into me and feels around inside my tight channel.
“Any issues with her bottom?” he asks Daddy while still fingering my vagina.
“No. I’ve been acclimating her to anal play for two weeks.”
“Can she orgasm from rectal stimulation?” the doctor asks.
My face heats, and I bite my lip.
“Yes.”
Holy shit. TMI. Is there such a thing on this island? Probably not.
Daddy warned me he, the doctor, and the nurse would take their cues from me. Apparently I’m so aroused that they decide to push me way out of my comfort zone, because Dr. Morgan removes his fingers from my pussy only to resituate them at the entrance to my bottom.
Two fingers. He presses the thumb of his other hand against my clit while he eases his fingers into my rectum. “Deep breaths, Little one. Relax your bottom.”
I try. It’s hard. I’m fighting the need to come to no avail. I’m losing. Plus I know they aren’t going to stop until I orgasm in front of everyone.
Daddy reaches up to cup my breast and thumb my nipple as he leans over and kisses me gently. “Show the doctor what a good girl you are and how pretty you are when you come, sweet girl.”
I cry out, unable to ignore his order. My orgasm slams into me, my bottom pulsing around Dr. Morgan’s fingers.
Daddy kisses me through the entire release. I’m aware of my body trembling as I come down from my high. The doctor’s fingers disappear. Brian releases my hands. Still Daddy kisses me.
By the time he removes his lips from mine, I’m dizzy. I glance around the room. Everyone is gone but Daddy.
“I’m so proud of you, Baby girl.”
I find myself smiling. I’m proud of me, too.
“Let’s go home.”
I’m so relieved from the stress of worrying about the clinic visit that I’m exhausted by the time we leave.
Daddy gets me settled back in the golf cart. “We’ll go home first. You’ll feel rejuvenated after a bottle and a nap. Then we can go to the zoo.”
I swing my legs as he drives us into a residential area and finally pulls into the driveway of his home. I already love it on sight. It’s like a log cabin tucked in the woods. All the houses in his neighborhood are different, but I love Daddy’s the best.
The inside is even better. Daddy gives me a quick tour, pointing out the playpen in the living room that’s filled with toys, games, and dolls. Next, he fixes me a bottle, carries me into the nursery, and sits in a rocking chair to feed me.
I feel at home already because Daddy described this room to me down to the most intricate detail before we came here. It’s exactly as he explained. Nothing surprising, not even the crib or the changing table.
Before I know it, I’m lying in the crib, a pacifier in my mouth, the side raised so I’ll be secure while I nap. I’ve never felt safer in my life. I immediately fall asleep.