Fiancé's Doctor House Call: Part 1 of 3
by Tirebiter321305

Fiancé's pelvis is stimulated to the limit.

Beginnings

I was looking for AI reference material at the local university library when I first noticed her. She wore large glasses that made her face appear small as she walked through the graduate student area, her blond hair pulled up in a bun. At first glance, her stature resembled a Victoria's Secret model, but the clothes she wore did not reflect anything suggestive.

Discreetly checking her out, I thought she'd have no interest in me. First of all, she was extraordinarily attractive and taller than anyone I had ever dated. I'm an average height, average-looking guy.

Her sweater and mid-length skirt couldn't completely diminish her assets. Her bust was full and her legs were long and shapely. Her blue eyes looked friendly and approachable. However, I noticed none of the other males tried to approach her. Well, it was a library, not a nightclub.

I tried not to stare at her; I noticed several men kept looking in her direction. I guessed she was not naïve about the attention she generated. As I walked by the bookshelves, she glanced at me. I made eye contact with her, smiled, and kept walking without saying hello.

I was about to leave the building when I saw her sitting by herself at the small café next to the library entrance. As I walked by her for the second time, she smiled back at me. My instincts were overcome and I spoke up.

"I hope you found the book you were looking for."

"Yes, I did. How about you?"

"I'm still hunting for ideas; I'll probably need to investigate other sources."

There was a pause, and she welcomed me to join her table. We made introductions and started a casual conversation. She was finishing off her graduate thesis and was working at a company that supported her graduate degree. I told her I was changing to a new area in my company and wanted to gain more insights.

It was difficult not to stare at her. I stayed calm knowing the conversation would soon be over, and asked a random question.

"Do you usually spend your Saturdays in libraries?"

"I could ask you the same."

"I like libraries; they are a sanctuary for generating new ideas. I enjoy having other fun as well, but I'm not into the club scene."

"Neither am I."

We stayed at the cafe table casually conversing. I mentioned I had plans to see a local comedian who was opening for a bigger name performer. She frowned and said she had no weekend plans. Soon we exchanged information, and she agreed to meet me at the show.

What an amazing carefree night we had together. I didn't put any moves on her, but I did manage a hug and kiss on the cheek as we parted ways. She projected confidence, control and success in business. There was much more to her than a pretty face. Soon we were speaking regularly and making plans to spend more time together.

She was very well aware of the effect she had on men. Since the time she hit puberty, men of all ages seemed eager to gain her attention. Many will warn you; there's a price for dating a beautiful woman. It was hard to be anywhere in public without someone else trying to hit on her. She always seemed to handle it well, polite but firm, stating she had no interest. My ego enjoyed the fact when she was with me, she never made me feel neglected.

It is easy to assume that a highly attractive woman is never rejected. However, the opposite is often the case. They often struggle to live up to the overlay fantasy created by their physical appearance. When they can't match the fantasy, men will reject them. Less attractive men won't approach them. Highly attractive men have other options. After a few failed relationships, she realized she never wanted to be someone's trophy. She learned the importance of valuing a man's character over his appearance and she really seemed to see something in me.

The first time we made love was reassuring. It started out as a casual mid-week dinner at her place. After our meal, we sat close together on the couch and started kissing. Eventually she lay back and pulled me on top of her. I reached up her sweater and fondled her breasts under her bra. She unclasped the front hook and freed them for my touch. We kissed as we explored each other's bodies. Soon, we ended up in her bedroom.

Seeing her nude the first time was mesmerizing. She had a figure like a Swedish ice skater. Her body was toned and firm with minimal blonde pubic hair. That night I slowly kissed my way up each leg until I buried my tongue into her open vulva. She beckoned me to enter her and hold her closer.

I rose up to climb on top of her and carefully guided my penis into her. Her fingers dug into my back and her legs squeezed me tightly. We rocked until the wee hours of the morning. Our intimacy was off to a great start and quickly became an essential part of our lives.

Her body was my wonderland. I loved to look at her breasts from every angle. Her legs were the perfect complements to her hips. I was crazy about the way her pubic bone formed a mound in between her hips as she lay spread open for me. For the next few months, I took every opportunity I could to spend time alone with her.

I wasn't looking for a long-term commitment, but every bone in my body said, "Lock her down." I didn't wait; I arranged a trip to a seaside resort and proposed on the beach at sunset. She tearfully accepted without hesitation. I hadn't even met her family yet.

Her Place

Her condo was in striking distance from the university and allowed for an easy commute to her workplace. It has two bedrooms and two bathrooms. She tried out a roommate for a while but eventually found she was able to manage the rent on her own. She liked the security and privacy of her own place with a locking garage gate.

One of her friends left for Europe and asked her to pet sit two cats for a month. It seemed an easy task, but she soon found the cats were highly active when she was away. She wanted to know what the cats were up to, so I found a pet monitoring kit online and helped her install cameras in her guestroom where the cats were kept. Since I set the whole thing up, I also had access to her place and the system.

Eventually, the cats were gone, and she stopped using the system. I meant to de-install the whole system but didn't get around to it. I never thought much about it, since the guestroom was furnished but hardly ever used.

The Doctor

A month after our engagement, I went to her place and found her curled up in blankets. She told me she started having severe migraine headaches and abdominal pain. She figured her abdominal pain was menstrual, so she wasn't too worried, but the migraines were affecting her work and study.

She made a visit to her OB/GYN, an older Asian lady she had been seeing for years. Everything checked out as fine. All her vitals were good and they made some adjustments to her birth control dosage. It seemed to work at first, but eventually the migraines returned.

She checked with her doctor again only to be told, "Maybe this is something you need to learn to live with."

As we sat one evening, she abruptly turned to me, "I can't keep doing this."

"Do you mean us or something else?"

"No, we're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I mean, pretending pain is manageable."

"Let's find a specialist; there has to be a solution."

"I mentioned it to my yoga girlfriend. She said she dealt with something very similar. She told me about a holistic physician who really helped her."

I remembered picking her up from yoga last weekend. I glanced into the window; the studio was empty. I knew it was the right place because of the yoga candle on a table in the background. I found her outside the studio, locked in conversation.

Her yoga girlfriend had seen a Doctor of Osteopathy (DO) instead of a medical doctor (MD) for her recurring abdominal pain. She told my fiancé how this DO doesn't take insurance but is willing to do house calls for a reasonable rate. What I didn't know was her yoga friend also warned her his techniques were invasive and required full nudity.

In the intense conversation outside the studio, she asked her girlfriend, "Are you sure vaginal massage is a legitimate medical treatment? It sounds shady."

"I felt the same way, so I looked up Kegel exercises and pelvic floor therapy. It's an overlooked way to treat much of the abdominal pain women experience. The key is finding a licensed and experienced therapist."

"But can't you find a woman pelvic therapist?"

"I tried, but no one came close to the results this DO is achieving. I must warn you again, if you require a pelvic floor massage, it will be really intense. You won't be able to hold back your emotions. You'll need to be mentally prepared."

"You're scaring me now."

"It's not painful; I mean, you may orgasm. I put aside my guilt and embarrassment. It was actually quite thrilling. More importantly, it really worked; I am pain-free without drugs."

She was anxious to deal with her problem, "Maybe it's time to put aside modesty and deal with whatever is required."

Her yoga friend suggested, "Let's have coffee tomorrow and we can discuss in more detail."

As we walked to the car, I asked, "That looked like an intense discussion; everything ok?"

"Girl stuff, don't be nosy."

She wasn't sure about how much to tell me. She omitted penetration therapy from any description of treatment options. I was skeptical from the start. I wanted to be supportive; I didn't want her to take desperate risks. We started our own research on osteopathic medicine and the DO her friend recommended.

We confirmed DOs get similar training and education as MDs but have a more holistic approach to health care. The recommended DO is local and has all relevant medical certifications. His website offered an explanation for not taking traditional insurance. It stated he was able to offer patient care at a reasonable cost without carrying the overhead of expensive staffing and facilities. There was an option to arrange an appointment in a shared facility or a house call. There was no mention of pelvic muscle therapy on his website.

The next day at the local coffee bar the two yoga friends were locked in conversation again.

"What did you really mean by putting aside guilt and embarrassment?"

"I wasn't looking for sex, but being alone with this doctor triggered one of my secret fantasies. You're like me, career-oriented, always in control, and confident. My secret fantasy was to let it all go, submit to someone else's full control."

"You know from the time I hit puberty, I was always told control my thoughts, be guarded, never vulnerable."

"What if you had license to surrender self-control go in secret? What if you could be vulnerable, be under the control of a stranger, submit without restrictions?"

"I'm not sure I would want that."

"You don't really know if you don't until you try it. You're in a great relationship but to really know yourself and be a full partner you should explore suppressed inner thoughts. The erotic beauty of anticipation and longing, of exposing all insecurities and desires."

"I want relief from pain and migraines. Not a sexual transformation."

"That's what I thought; but if you call this doctor and meet him in private, a door will open. I want you to be ready. The cool thing is you can try as much as you want and back out at any time. Your time with him is strictly private and confidential. Most importantly, the pelvic therapy works wonders. All I'm saying is there's an opportunity for self-discovery if you allow it."

She contacted him the next day and made arrangements for a house call. She asked her fiancé to chaperone, in case she didn't feel comfortable alone with the DO.

The House Call

A couple of days later, the scheduled visit was in place. I arrived early to help clean up her place. For the examination, she preferred her guestroom, as her bedroom was too personal a space. She never asked if I wanted to be present during her examination. I figured this was up to her.

As I was cleaning up, I remembered the pet cameras. I already moved one back to its original box, but I thought, "As a measure of security, I should reactivate and reposition them."

But guilt got to me: "No video without her permission."

The guilt didn't last; I reasoned he is a stranger. For her protection, I needed to have a means of checking on her. As long as everything seemed above board, I could leave the cameras off.

She was frantic and stressed when she arrived home, and I never got to tell her about the active cameras. "I didn't think I was going to make it home in time. I was so busy at work, and traffic was horrible."

"Relax. You got home in time, and I cleaned up the place for you."

The knock at the door startled us. At the door stood a tall, attractive man carrying a black bag. I invited him in with trepidation. She had already retreated to the bedroom to refresh herself and left us a few minutes to introduce ourselves.

His presence was naturally calming. He asked about my role in the relationship and began assuring me he was very sensitive to all concerns. He had dark eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a blue polo shirt with his name followed by the initials DO on the front. It was easy to see he was well built with broad shoulders, muscular biceps and toned abs.

He mentioned to me all the rules of HIPAA applied to house calls; his policy was the patient dictated all aspects of the visit. I had to admit I was calmed by his professionalism. He seemed so sincere, but I still worried about having him spend time alone with my fiancé.

It was like he could read my mind. He looked straight at me and said, "I know how concerning it is to allow a stranger to treat your loved one. I assure you, I am a fully competent medical professional. If for any reason you or your fiancé feel uncomfortable, let me know."

She walked back in the kitchen wearing a clean blouse and the same business suit she had worn that day. She looked professional but so unhappy as if she was about to be punished. He rose up and introduced himself. He repeated everything we had spoken about. Patting her hand, he assured her he would try everything in his knowledge to find a solution for her. As he spoke, she relaxed and almost smiled. He didn't rush; this wasn't a quick check-up. He seemed content to allow her time to process the house call.

He walked her through how he'd take her history and use this to determine what type of examination and tests were necessary. He didn't bring up nudity or the fact a nurse wasn't present with him, and I didn't think to open the issues.

Finally, he asked her, "How would you like my evaluation to proceed? It's completely up to you."

I felt awkward; he was speaking directly to her as if I wasn't present. She could sense my discomfort and turned to me, "I think I can handle this. I need you to wait here for me."

"Whatever you think is best, I'll be in the kitchen in case you need me."

He turned to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Most evaluations only take 15 minutes depending on what we find. I'll let you know if we need anything."

She led him towards the guestroom and asked if he needed anything before getting started. He grabbed his bag and told her everything he needed was in his bag. He stepped in and flipped on the light; she looked back at me for a second and shut the door.

My heart sunk as I heard the click. All I could think about was getting my laptop and turning on the cameras. I reached in my bag and took a position facing the guestroom. I didn't want them to walk out and see my laptop screen. I remembered the system had an audio-only feature. I decided it wouldn't be a full violation of her privacy if I only listened in.

Headphones in place I connected to the system. The audio was faint, but I could make out the conversation. It sounded like a routine summary of her health history. I could make out some of the routine questions.

"Date of your last menstrual cycle?"

"Mother's history of cancer?"

"Current birth control method?"

"Have you ever had an abortion?"

"Pain during intercourse?"

"Anal intercourse?"

"Multiple active sexual partners?" (What? She said no, thankfully.)

"Regular breast exams?"

"Last OB/GYN examination and pap smear?"

His calm and reassuring voice sounded hypnotic. She was tense at first, but the more they spoke, the more she relaxed. I started to regret listening and turned off the audio. I needed to pass time and started to check my work emails.

Inside the guest room, the DO was going over the examination with her, "I recommend we do a general health screening and visual pelvic assessment as part of your treatment. You look to be in good health and have not borne children, but the pelvic floor holds everything in place. The pelvic muscle group can be problematic at any stage and most of the time the source of abdominal pain like yours"

"What do I have to do?"

"You'll agree to an examination and possibly an internal treatment of the muscle group. The exam part is similar to your OB/GYN checkup without a pap smear. The internal part is done through the vagina and anus. For the best results, you'll be nude for both."

- "I should add internal muscular treatments are highly invasive, but not painful. And you can request a nurse to monitor, but we'd have to schedule one."

She didn't want to put this off any longer. "I understand and concede we proceed tonight."

I lost track of time, and still no word from them. The condo was quiet; I wanted to get up and stand by the guestroom door, but didn't. I turned the audio back on.

I heard him say, "Relax..." and lost the audio.

In a panic, I turned on the video. I was relieved to see he was listening to her lungs through his stethoscope. She was sitting on the corner of the bed, facing him. He was seated on a chair, his bag open on the nightstand. I noticed her suit jacket was draped over a chair and her shoes were off. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned and I could see she wore of her fancier bras; her hair was in a bun.

I was about to turn off the feed when I noticed a candle in the background. I thought it looked like one of those scented candles they use at her yoga studio. The audio came back on.

"Are you doing regular breast self-examinations?"

"Not very often."

Suddenly, I lost both the audio and video feeds. I rechecked my WIFI connection and rebooted my laptop. Both the audio and video returned. There must have been an initial poor connection because the audio now sounded very clear, and the video looked like 4K.

I scanned the cameras. One showed her from the back; she had both sets of fingers laced together behind her head. I switched to the side view; I could see her blouse was fully unbuttoned. I switched to the front view; her front clasp bra was undone and her beautiful breasts stood at attention right in front of him.

Her nipples were aroused; she didn't look embarrassed. Her eyes followed his movements as he carefully prodded each breast in a circular motion. He seemed to push at the sides and watch their response to his palpitations. He wasn't wearing gloves and had a blank expression on his face, intensely concentrating on his work.

I closed the screen in anger. "What did you think? Was there really a way to examine a grown woman without nudity?"

I realized if I couldn't handle it, I shouldn't have watched. I reminded myself; he is a medical professional. Still, the thought of him fondling her breasts consumed me. I wanted to leave the kitchen but knew I was committed to staying.

I got up, went to the bathroom, and washed my face in cold water. I thought I could hear their voices in the guestroom. It sounded like a chant. I rushed back to the kitchen, opened the laptop, and returned to the feed.

She was lying on her back diagonally across the bed, her hands placed behind her head, her blouse and bra were wide open. Her breasts lay flat, nipples still aroused and pointed outward. Her skirt was now hanging on the chair with her jacket. From the waist down, she still wore her pantyhose and thong panties that matched her bra. Her legs dangled off the end of the bed. She kept her legs straight and eyes closed. The bump of her mound visible underneath her pantyhose. The scene looked innocent yet so erotic, like he was slowly disrobing her.

The DO was at the side of the bed next to her head; looking down at her. He was massaging her temples and repeating a message about clearing her thoughts. He told her to allow the aroma and her body to expel the pain.

She opened her eyes. "I think this is helping; I don't feel the migraine anymore."

The DO moved back to the corner of the bed where her feet dangled. She made no attempt to cover herself. He asked her to slide her legs fully onto the bed.

"I'm going to rotate your legs and observe your pelvic movements. But I will need to view and examine your pelvic region without your clothing. It's important for me to make an accurate assessment as your pelvic muscle's flexible state contributes to abdominal pain and is a known factor in triggering migraines."

I could hear her faint, "Ok." It sounded like she was in a trance.

He reached for the waistband of her pantyhose and carefully guided them down her legs. It seemed so out of bounds to me for her to not undress herself, but she seemed so compliant to him. He placed his hand under her buttocks and raised her pelvis. Her legs spread wide as he slid a pillow under her. As her pelvis extended up, he took both legs and pushed them wide open. She looked nasty spread wide with only a thin layer covering her vulva.

Once he concluded spreading and contracting her legs he stopped and looked at her and asked, "Shall we proceed?" She didn't speak and nodded yes.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. His eyes focused on her exposed pelvis. He grabbed her legs and pushed them wider and higher than before. Her vulva was now wide open, and I could see her pink inner labia and vagina. The DO didn't touch her genitals; he looked intently at her vulva while he rotated one leg in the hip joint and eventually moved to the other leg, where he repeated the process.

The view was intensely erotic. I wasn't sure if I should be angry with her or the DO. They couldn't know I watched. I was hoping the worst was over, but it wasn't. She was now lying sideways across the bed fully nude from the waist down. The DO was standing at her feet as she rolled over onto her belly and got on her knees with her butt raised. Her anus was in his direct sight. He pushed her hips forward as if he was humping her from behind. I thought I could hear her let out a pleasure grunt. He placed his hands on her white buttocks and proceeded to spread them open. He would repeatedly release and reopen them. Her labia grew increasingly engorged and red.

Still sitting in the kitchen, I thought, "WTF, she never brought up this part of the examination! They've been in there for almost 40 minutes; what happened to the 15 minutes he estimated?"

I heard his voice again: "For the next pelvic assessment, I'm going to have you roll on your back and bring your knees up."

She gave a faint, "Ok."

I was shocked as she rolled onto her back and pulled her knees wide open. I watched him place his hands on both knees and again spread her as wide as her legs would go. She stared blankly at the ceiling. He was totally focused on her labia and vagina. This time he had gloves on his hands and he was really inspecting her vagina. He pulled open her labia and moved them around. He exposed her urethra and clitoral hood. Finally, he pulled back the hood and exposed her clitoris. The only thing he didn't do was insert his fingers into her vagina.

I had enough; I got up, walked to the guestroom door, and knocked, "Just checking, is everything ok?"

Silence; then he spoke, "We're almost done here; everything is going well."

I went back to turn off the camera and was surprised. She had tossed off her blouse and bra. She lay spread-eagled on her back, completely nude, eyes closed. I could see her rhythmic breathing as if she was recovering from an orgasm. She couldn't hide how moist her vulva had become; she was almost dripping. The DO seemed to be putting away his things. He took a long look at her as he walked towards the guestroom door. I turned off the feed and closed the laptop. He came out and approached me with a serious expression.

"Thank you for your trust and patience; we're very pleased with the results. She's a healthy woman. I'm going to allow her to explain to you what we discussed. I'm confident an adjustment to medication and alternative pain management will resolve all her concerns."

I didn't think to ask about payment or thank him as he walked out the front door. He didn't bring it up; I assumed he would bill us. As he left, he glanced back at me with a gleam in his eye.

He seemed to be signaling, "You're a very fortunate guy."

I walked back to the guest room and opened the door. She had put her bra and panties back on and was lying underneath a comforter.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm much better, but really tired; can you help me to bed?"

I picked her up like a baby and carried her to her bedroom. I got her into her pajamas and tucked her in. I went to kiss her on the forehead as she pulled me closer.

"Don't go yet; I'll tell you everything, but I need to rest for now. Can you stay and hold me tonight?"

"You don't have to ask."

When the morning came, I woke to find she was all curled up in a ball. She turned towards me and kicked her blankets off. She unbuttoned her pajama top and slid the bottoms off. Usually I take the lead, but this time she brought her knees up and spread her legs wide open. She beckoned me to come to her.

"This is what he saw, but I was thinking of you the whole time."

My arousal overcame my jealousy, and I climbed on top of her. She drove her hips into me and climbed up to ride me like a cowgirl.

"You're feeling much better."

The Follow-up

The next night she was in an upbeat mood as we enjoyed a dinner outing. We were a happy couple again, but she sensed I was distracted.

"Are you thinking about the house call?"

"Yeah, but I'm trying to respect boundaries."

"No secrets between us; I will give you a synopsis, but I must prepare you; there was nudity involved."

She began her story with the conversation she had with her yoga friend. She told me her yoga friend forewarned her the examination would involve nudity. She also revealed her yoga friend was initially put off by the required nudity but ended up with great results.

Describing her examination, "I was nervous at first, but his professional manner calmed me down."

"And."

"It started like any other female health screening; he asked all the same questions my MD asks. He took my BP, temperature, and other vitals. It wasn't until the breast exam that he asked me to remove any clothing."

"So, he gave you a breast exam?"

"I asked him about why a breast exam was necessary, and he told me it was only because I didn't do regular self-checks. Since I had a recent OB/GYN exam, he didn't need to do a PAP smear."

"That was it?"

"No, he mentioned a visual pelvic inspection was part of his evaluation. I agreed to go forward; I was already topless and lying on my back. He walked to the end of the bed and removed my clothing. He asked if it was ok to proceed, but I didn't have a chance to say no."

"So, he assumed your consent?"

"Yeah, I agreed, but I didn't feel I could tell him to stop. He sensed my discomfort and told me his practice is 90% female patients; he sees 50+ women a month."

"But you're a confident woman, and why no nurse?"

"He offered to schedule a nurse, but he said it would take time to arrange it. I thought, who am I kidding? He's already seen my body; no point in covering up or stopping. Plus, I never felt like I could say no; I couldn't say no. I did sense he took a long time examining lady parts."

"Was it worth it?'

"I have to say yes, I would recommend him to my friends, female or male. He always stayed in doctor mode; I never felt like it was abuse. He mentioned I may need a follow-up muscular adjustment, but I told him I'd really have to think about it."

Long pause, "I wasn't getting anywhere with my MD, and now I'm feeling better. The migraines are gone and pain in my abdomen is almost gone. I hope you understand and don't feel jealous."

"Your health is my only concern, but I reserve the right to be jealous. I never want to concede my feelings for you."

"I really appreciate you were here and respected my decisions and privacy."

If she only knew.

We were back to planning a wedding, looking to the future, and enjoying each other. A few days later I scheduled a business trip; I'd only be gone a couple of days and didn't think much about being away from her.

I checked into the hotel in the evening. Since I traveled three time zones away, it still early afternoon back home. I settled into the hotel room to watch some sports and didn't think she'd be home for a few hours.

Suddenly my laptop buzzed with a message, "Activity alert!"

It must be my Ring camera, but I don't remember setting up Ring alerts at my place. As I clicked, I realized it was the pet cam system in her guestroom. I meant to de-install it before I left but never got the chance. I was looking at an empty guestroom for a few seconds and thought maybe she went in there to clean up the room. Still, it was odd for her to be home in the afternoon.

I was going to turn it off when I noticed something: a black bag like the one the DO carried was on the nightstand. I didn't hear any voices, but then I him come out of the guest bathroom. He looked like he had washed his hands and proceeded to place the same candle on the nightstand. He began to remove more things from his bag when I heard her enter the room.

"I'm ready."

My beautiful fiancé entered the room, wearing a pretty, silky robe and a sexy Victoria's Secret sheer white bodysuit. An outfit I'd never even seen before. Without him asking, she stood before him and dropped the robe. He sat in a chair facing her and looked her over from head to toe. She looked submissive and flirtatious. Her behavior seemed inappropriate for a medical visit.

I couldn't tell what he was examining, but he seemed to be enjoying the site of her lingerie. He told her to turn around and lean forward for him. The bodysuit was a thong style fully exposing her firm buns. After a minute, he told her to relax and lie back on the bed.

He started out like a repeat of the last session; he moved to where her head lay and started massaging her temples. He flexed her neck back and forth while staring down at her.

I could hear his rhythmic voice, "Release all thoughts of pain; focus on healing. There is no shame in treatment, only healing."

It was sure working on her, as she looked totally relaxed. Something didn't seem right to me; she's always in control and confident. She never allows anyone to control her, but there she was on her back with a seductive expression on her face. It was like he exposed a totally different side of her personality.

I watched him move to the other side of the bed where her feet were. He asked her to sit up and rise up onto her heels. As she took this new position, her knees opened wide for him. He held her hands to help keep her balance and instructed her to spread her knees out as far as she could. As soon as she gained her balance, she reached down between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of the body suit.

Her vulva was on open display for him. But I was really shocked to see she had completely waxed off all her pubic hair. She must have had a full Brazilian wax job done on her. Something I had never asked her to do. The sight of her in that position was totally submissive and erotic.

He spoke again, "In this phase, I'm going to perform the internal muscular massage treatment as you requested. Shall we proceed?"

WFT, first the wax job, now she requested internal massage? Her head nodded, "yes."

He spread some lubricant on his right hand and inserted two fingers into her wide-open vagina. With his left hand, he pressed on top of her pubic bone. He proceeded to massage the ring opening of her vagina in a circular motion. His fingers pushed deeper into the walls of her vagina in a rhythmic motion. Her eyes closed, she endured without expression, rocking her hips as his hand moved in and out of her.

After about 20 minutes of massage, he asked her to stand up, remove her lingerie and lean back against the dresser. She kept eye contact with him as she pulled the top from her breasts and let it fall. She stepped out of it as she dropped to the floor; her eyes seemed to beg his approval at what she displayed for him. He held her by her hips and looked her body over for several minutes.

She braced her hands against the dresser and spread her legs to straddle his lap. He inserted two fingers into her vagina again and repeated the same process of deep massaging her vaginal walls. She looked up at the ceiling as she stood impaled by his fingers. Her breasts bounced with the movement. This time I could see her wince, but I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure.

She sure didn't seem like her modest self. After another 20 minutes, he stopped and asked her to lie back on the bed with her knees drawn up. She fell back on the bed and grabbed her ankles pulling her legs wide open. Similar to before, he rotated each leg in the hip joint and repeated the procedure. Each leg rotation produced an open view of her vagina. But this time he placed his palm at the point where her leg met her torso. As he pressed hard into the hip joint, part of his palm pushed her labia together rubbing against her clit. He kept the pressure going for a while and moved to the other leg. I could see she was shaking and dripping wet.

He was no longer wearing gloves. He inserted his bare fingers into her sopping vagina and commanded, "I need you to grip my fingers and hold them until I tell you to release."

She nodded and strained to engulf his fingers, clamping them and relaxing as instructed. Eventually, she convulsed in orgasm while he pressed fingers all the way into her; his thumb was massaging her nub. There was a long silence as he withdrew his fingers and watched her recover.

Next, he asked her to roll over and extend her butt in the air. He rubbed more lubrication on his bare fingers and slowly inserted two of them into her anus. She gasped as he pushed deeper inside. He took the other hand and simultaneously inserted two fingers into her vagina. He proceeded to administer a deep double penetration massage for another 15 minutes. It didn't take long before a series of convulsions revealed her multiple orgasms.

She spoke up, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry; I don't know what's happened. I couldn't help it. I really couldn't help it; I'm sorry."

"It's perfectly natural and common with pelvic muscular treatment. All patients have similar reactions. Remember there's no shame or guilt in treatment; only relief."

Eventually, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. I watched as she lay back on the bed nude and spread-eagle. She was breathing deeply with one hand on her breast and the other stroking her clitoris. He walked back into the guestroom, leering at the sight of her. Then suddenly he collected his bag and left the room. Eventually, she got up put her robe back on and followed him out. I could hear their voices as they said goodbye.

"Don't be embarrassed. I think you're well into recovery. You know where to find me if needed. I'm going to send you pelvic floor exercise instructions; it's important you continue these exercises as part of your regular yoga workouts. Please think of referring me to your friends."

"Thank you, doctor, I will."

I was about to turn it off when I saw her walk back into the guestroom. She stared at the bed for several minutes. Then she picked up her one-piece lingerie and held it to her chest. She seemed to be crying as she walked back to her bedroom.

This time I had activated the save-to-cloud feature on the app. I spent the night watching and rewatching the video. I couldn't believe what had transpired. But soon I was masturbating to my fiancé's molestation by another man.

The plane ride home was going to be long. Fortunately, I got upgraded to business class and seated next to an elderly gentleman. He looked very grandfatherly, someone you could ask for advice. I usually don't speak to strangers on planes, but he looked my way and asked how I was doing. I told him I was fine, just deep in thought. He mentioned he was returning from a medical conference. I asked his specialty, and he said OB/GYN.

What luck, he seemed open to questions, so I told him about my fiancé's treatment by the DO. I made no mention I had observed it via hidden cameras. He confirmed much of what the DO had done to her as valid pelvic floor therapy but thought the circumstances were very suspect. He said many MDs disparage DO massage therapy, but he felt there was a place for a holistic approach within reason. He looked at me sternly and said the lack of a nurse present was an absolute red flag. He emphasized he would never treat a patient without a nurse present.

When I got back home, she looked radiant and was waiting for me at the airport. I took one look at her, and all the jealousy and anger faded away. How could I not feel so lucky to have this incredible woman who loved me so deeply? I wanted to put all the events behind us and move forward, but I couldn't clear the images of her second visit, and I really couldn't ask her about it.

She smiled, "I'm back to 100%, and I can't wait to get you home tonight. I have a surprise for you."

"I'm so happy you recovered, but one thing, babe."

"Yes?"

"Your body, your decisions; you pick the doctor, male or female, in-home or clinic. The best option for your health is all I want. But, going forward, I want all your medical examinations to have a nurse present. No exceptions."

She kissed me and said, "I couldn't agree more."

As we drove home, I didn't press her to tell me about her second house call or the wax job. I thought about how to process everything I saw. Her full submission to another man haunted me.

I resolved I needed to reenact everything I had witnessed the doctor do to her. I was really looking forward to a firsthand look at her bare vulva. I wondered how she might explain it and if she would wear her sexy bodysuit for me. I vowed to try all the positions observed and bring her to multiple orgasms. Plus, I had a few new ideas in mind. That would be the sweetest way forward and I may leave those cameras in place.