The Doctor’s Exam Room That Treated Me Like His Submissive

It was three-thirty in the afternoon, and Vanesa walked slowly, letting time slip through her fingers between the shop windows. Most of the stores had their shutters down at that dead hour, but she didn’t mind. She liked to stroll with the appointment still ahead of her, feeling anticipation tighten her body step by step.

She recognized herself in that: she was incapable of looking at the world without filtering it through desire. A loaf of bread in the baker’s window, the back of a bench, a stranger’s hand on the bus. Everything became an excuse for her to imagine. She had accepted it long ago. This is how I am, and I like being this way, she thought without a trace of guilt.

That same habit had led her, once a month, to a gynecologist’s office. Not for medical necessity, or not only for that. She went because she had found a man who knew how to read her, who didn’t pretend not to understand her, who treated her exactly the way she wanted to be treated. But that afternoon she had an appointment with someone else.

Doctor Ernesto Vidal was Rubén’s father, an old friend from high school. With Rubén, she had never gone beyond a couple of quick games in the school bathrooms; he had ended up studying medicine and becoming a gynecologist like his father, a textbook scoundrel who lived comfortably without trying too hard. She remembered the father differently, though.

Don Ernesto was a short, heavyset man with a murky gaze. Even then he had a reputation for inviting his son’s girlfriends to “free” appointments from which they all came out red-faced and tight-lipped. Vanesa had never fallen for it. Back then, she had just thought he was an old lecher, nothing more. Now, with the years, that very bluntness was exactly what turned her on.

***

At ten to four she rang the bell of the ground-floor office. The building entrance was open, but inside the practice they took a while to appear. A young woman opened the door for her, still struggling with the last button of her lab coat. A badge on her chest said “Lucía.”

She was short and generously built, with large breasts straining the fabric and small glasses that gave her a shy, mischievous air. Her smile, however, was anything but shy.

—Good afternoon, come in. Vanesa, right? —she said, finally giving up on the button.

—Yes, hi. Nice to meet you —Vanesa replied, glancing around the small reception area.

—I’m Lucía, Doctor Vidal’s assistant. The receptionist is on vacation —the young woman explained—. Sit down for a moment, I’ll take you in shortly.

I’m sure you know the father and son very well already, Vanesa thought, returning the smile without saying a word.

She had only been flipping through a magazine for five minutes when the front door was unlocked and opened. It was Rubén, with the same smug face as always and the same shamelessness. He came straight over, gave her two far too wet kisses, and leaned over her without letting her stand, in a calculated pose that let him stare at her cleavage. Vanesa had gone braless, with two buttons of her shirt undone, and he knew it perfectly well.

—Long time no see, gorgeous —he murmured with that scoundrel’s smile.

She felt the moisture building against the thin fabric of her thong. She didn’t have time for more, because Lucía’s voice called her from inside.

***

The office smelled of alcohol and something warmer, more human. Vanesa lay back on the gynecological chair, propped herself up on her elbows, and spread her legs without anyone asking. When Don Ernesto sat on the stool between her thighs, he looked at her over his glasses with a calm that was almost worse than any command.

—Well, pretty thing. Tell me what brings you here —he said, placing a hand on the inside of her thigh.

He was exactly as she remembered, only older, redder, sweatier. The badly fastened lab coat revealed a broad chest and a thick gold chain. He held her gaze while his hand moved a little higher.

—You see, doctor —Vanesa began, biting her lip—. You already knew what I was like. Over the years I’ve gotten much worse. I can’t stop.

—That’s no problem at all, darling —he replied without flinching, now stroking the edge of her sex with two fingers—. We don’t judge here. We treat. Tell me what you need.

—I need someone to put me in my place —she whispered—. To remind me what I am.

The doctor’s face changed. Professional kindness folded away, and beneath it something harder, hungrier appeared.

—That, miss, I can do perfectly well.

He nodded, and Lucía, who was waiting standing beside the gurney, came closer from behind. Without hurrying, she opened Vanesa’s shirt all the way and took her breasts firmly, kneading them while locking eyes with her. It was not a timid touch. It was the touch of someone used to obeying a practiced choreography many times before.

—Get her all worked up while I do the job —ordered Don Ernesto.

At the other side of the chair, Rubén had already shrugged off his coat. He grabbed his cock with one hand and began stroking himself slowly, level with Vanesa’s face, without touching her, letting her ache with want.

—I told you, Dad —he laughed—. She’s been one of ours since high school.

***

The doctor started opening her with his fingers, first two, then three, with the patient slowness of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing. Vanesa felt herself filling up and a long moan slipped from her. Don Ernesto’s hands were thick, broad, and pleasure rose in waves that bent her back against the chair’s leather.

—That’s it, with your cunt wide open for me —he said, setting a firmer and firmer rhythm—. That’s why you came, isn’t it, whore?

—Yes, doctor… keep going, please —she panted, gripping the armrests until her knuckles turned white.

Lucía, aroused by the moans, slipped off her lab coat and let it fall to the floor. She leaned over Vanesa and the two women found each other’s mouths in a messy kiss, tongues and saliva, each tugging at the other’s nipples until little cries escaped them. Sweat had begun to shine on Vanesa’s skin, and she was torn between the kiss, the doctor’s hands, and the image of Rubén masturbating inches from her face.

—Look at me while you come —Don Ernesto ordered, speeding up—. I want to see your face when you do it.

Vanesa broke away from Lucía’s mouth, sat up as much as she could, and locked eyes with the doctor. Pleasure exploded through her all at once, brutal, and a hoarse scream rose from deep in her belly as her whole body shook on the soaked leather.

—I’m coming, you bastard, I’m coming! —she shrieked, out of control.

The doctor withdrew his hand slowly and watched her come undone with a proud smile, as if he had just signed off on a perfect diagnosis.

***

—First stage of the treatment, completed —he announced, licking his lips—. But I’m a professional. You’re not leaving here until you’re completely satisfied.

Behind her, Lucía had repositioned herself, now with her ass raised, offering it to Rubén without hiding a thing.

—Which way? —he asked, giving her buttocks a loud slap.

—Whichever way you want —she answered, looking at Vanesa—. And then let this one clean it up, since that’s why she came.

Rubén thrust into her in one hard stroke, and the office filled with the clash of bodies and Lucía’s shrill moans. Vanesa, still trembling from the first orgasm, watched everything with a hungry smile. She had not come for a checkup. She had come for this.

—Lie down on the gurney, miss —ordered Don Ernesto, helping her down from the chair—. I’m in charge of the second stage.

Vanesa crossed the room with her legs still weak and lay down. She had barely lifted her knees when Lucía and Rubén came over, one on each side, to hold them apart. He stroked her thigh with a distracted hand; she ran her tongue over Vanesa’s instep, moving up to her toes to suck them one by one.

The doctor positioned himself in front of her, cock hard and breathing heavy. He entered her in one thrust, taking advantage of how open and wet she was, and ripped a cry from them both.

—My God, doctor, you’ve got such a thick one —she panted, lifting her head to watch him go in.

—And what a cunt you’ve got, slut. It’s burning hot —he shot back, beginning a brutal rhythm that made the gurney’s legs bang against the floor.

The thrusts lifted her hips. Lucía ran her tongue along the inner side of Vanesa’s thigh while Rubén, never letting go of her, stroked himself to the beat of his father’s rhythm. Vanesa squeezed her breasts, tugged at her own nipples, and felt a second orgasm gathering low in her belly, deeper than the first.

—That’s it, you big whore. Again. Come again for me —the doctor shouted at her, just as out of control as she was.

—I’m coming, you bastards! There! —Vanesa howled in convulsions, while Don Ernesto pulled out all at once and stood there watching her lick her lips, spent and happy.

***

—One last thing and you’ll be perfectly ready to go home —said the doctor, catching his breath and slipping back into the false courtesy she liked so much.

Lucía placed a cushion on the floor, in front of the gurney.

—Kneel here, please —Don Ernesto instructed, helping her down—. A throat cleaning and I’ll discharge you.

Vanesa knelt between the two men, who stood on either side of her. Lucía gathered her hair with one hand and with the other held her chin, guiding her face from one cock to the other. Rubén went first. He held her head by the nape and shoved himself all the way in, speaking to her with the bluntness she demanded.

—Look at the slut sucking it down —he moaned—. That’s what you’re for, right?

She answered with her eyes, nodding, letting them do as they pleased. Saliva dripped down her chin and chest as she moved from one mouth to the other, without rest, moaning every time one of them gripped her hard. Don Ernesto let her breathe only just enough before plunging back in.

—Good girl —he said, rubbing her ass and giving it a slap or two—. You’re going to swallow everything we give you.

Rubén came first, all over Vanesa’s face and breasts, and she laughed, trying to gather every drop spread across her skin with her fingers. When it was the doctor’s turn, she was not willing to lose a single drop. She took his cock all the way in, ringed it with her lips, and let one finger slip slowly into the old pervert’s ass.

—Take that, bitch. Take it —Don Ernesto bellowed, holding her head while he emptied himself into her mouth in spasms.

Vanesa savored every last bit, rolled it over her tongue calmly, and finally swallowed with a long sigh. She pulled back slowly, still on her knees, looking at the three of them with a shining face and a smile of complete satisfaction.

—You’re incorrigible, miss —said the doctor, helping her stand and straightening his lab coat—. I’m afraid we’ll have to repeat the appointment very soon.

—I hope so, doctor —she replied, picking up her shirt from the floor—. I hope so.

She dressed without hurry, said goodbye to Lucía with a long kiss on the lips, and went out into the street. The shops were still closed, the afternoon was still dead, but Vanesa now walked with a different step, already thinking, without a trace of guilt, about when she would call that door again.