Chapter 4: The Doctor Summons Me

I was required at Ron’s for eight later, and could still taste his and Paulo’s cum in my mouth from earlier today. I wondered if Paulo was going to be there as well, but it was nearly five and I couldn’t dwell as Doctor Steiger had not long called telling me I was to attend her surgery for an examination which would take about an hour. Although I felt initial reluctance to agree, there was something in her voice that was persuasive, almost compelling, and by the end of the brief conversation I actually wanted to see her. I’d seen her a few times though since I was engaged by Ron, but almost never got the chance to talk with her, yet when we did I did feel drawn to her in some way that I cannot explain. She was always present in a sort of observing capacity. Ron had me do things I’d rather no-one else saw, actually, and when the Doctor was there I always wondered what she might be thinking of me. As I pulled up in the car park of the building she occupied the top floor of, and located right by the river on the edge of the City, I was aware that this particular area commanded rents far higher than elsewhere. Occupying here was a sign of success as good as any. As I walked into the reception I saw a desk with a man of Afro-Caribbean appearance, and I guessed aged about fifty, sitting behind it. As I approached I said “Hello, I’m...”

“Victoria” he said interrupting me. “Good afternoon Victoria” he then said with a smile, clearly looking me up and down, checking me out he was, as he said it. I wasn’t sure whether I should be pleased or offended, as he certainly didn’t disguise his interest. “Doctor Steiger is on the top floor. You’ll need to code in sixty nine, four two, on the keypad when it reaches the floor” he said as he gestured to the elevator doors behind him.

“Thank you” I said as I walked past him towards them, knowing that as I did he was surely following my arse with his eyes. As I got to the doors he said “I’m Vincent, Victoria. Looking forward to seeing you again as you leave”. I ignored him, and stepped in as the doors opened.

As I stepped out of the elevator when it reached the top floor, a door in the corner of the reception area opened. I noticed that no-one was at the desk close by as I looked towards this door to see Doctor Steiger now standing there. “This way, Victoria” she said, and I walked towards her. My heart started beating faster. Nervousness, I couldn’t tell. Fear? Certainly not. But something made me feel uneasy now. As I walked in past her I could sense her eyes following just as Vincent’s had done. “Take a seat, Victoria” she said, but I wasn’t certain which one, so looked back at her. She pointed to one at a table with a device on it that reminded me of my last visit to the optometrists. As I sat down, she did too, on another seat close to it. “How have you been, Victoria?” She asked.

“Fine, Doctor” I said. I couldn’t think of what else to say. “And Ron. It’s been, what, five months since we first met at his now. How is it with him?” She asked.

“That’s fine too” I said. “Good” she remarked to that, then said “Rest your chin on the little ledge there in front of the autorefractor and look through the two lenses for me”. Yes, I thought. That’s what the optometrist uses, so I said “Eye test. I need an eye test?”

“Not exactly” she said, “It’s a responsive compatibility test I’ve designed. You’ve been serving Ron for a while now and the time has come for further testing of where we might go with you. You’ll see. Look into it”. Responsive compatibility test? What’s that I thought as I placed my chin on the little ledge in front of the two lenses and looked through them. I heard a couple of button presses and a slight humming noise begin. Coloured lights gradually appeared, and started to flash. There was a predominance of red, which reminded me of that brooch the Doctor had worn when I first met her. I started to feel giddy. It started to make me feel sick. “Keep looking” she said, and then I didn’t catch something else she said. My head was beginning to hurt. I was certain that I was going to vomit and must have passed out, as the next thing I was aware of was the Doctor saying “Awaken now Victoria”, and I did. “Come and sit over here” she said, and I turned to see her on a leather armchair with another in front of her that she was gesturing towards. I stood up, but almost fell over. I walked unsteadily to the armchair and sat down. “It’ll pass in a few moments. Victoria” she looked to reassure me, I guessed, but then said “I want to test your compliance now”, which I found a strange choice of words. I said “Compliance?”

“Yes, my dear. Now are you feeling better?”

“Yes, I am” I said as the giddiness had already gone, as had the feeling of queasiness. “It’s necessary to establish whether your second stage conditioning has made you totally compliant. Now stand up and undress for me” she said.

As I stood up and started to pull on the skirt zip, I was asking myself why I was actually doing this, getting undressed as I’d been told to, but of course it was the Doctor who had told me to, and somehow I just wanted to because she had. I didn’t know why, I just did. “Not the skirt first. I want to look at those breasts as you undress for me. The blouse and bra first instead” she said. “Of course, Doctor” I responded, pleased that she was taking that much interest, and once the blouse and bra were off I stood upright so that the tits I am actually quite proud of stood firm with me, and pointing towards her. She nodded and smiled. “Touch them. Show them off to me” she said, and I cupped them, taking the nipples between thumb and forefinger, giving a little squeeze as I did, as I like that, and hoped she did too. “Now the rest” she said, and the skirt joined the blouse and bra on the floor before she then asked “No panties, Victoria?”

“No, Doctor. Ron told me not to wear any if I was going to see him, as I am later.”

“Ok. Fine. Leave it there as it is and sit down” she said. I was still wearing the stay-up stockings and high heels, all in black, and I guessed she was pleased looking at me in them, wanting me to keep them on as she did. I sat down as she’d told me too. “Spread your legs for me and sit back” she said, and I did. “Masturbate for me now” she said, and the really strangest feeling in me, was that I wanted to because she’d told me to. As I slide my hand, my right hand, down to between my legs she then said “Describe to me what you’re doing. In detail. I want to know how you please yourself”. I looked at her looking at me, and so keen to comply with what she’d said, I responded “I rub the clit first a couple of times with my index and middle finger tips. I then push both fingers inside to wet them, and bring them back to rub more”. I described it as I was doing it. I felt so wet already. There was such a desire rising in me to please her watching and listening to me, so I continued;