5. Examination room C
When I had finally recovered from the constant sobbing, Alice took me by the hand and
showed me around.
I'm not sure why I was not angry at Alice. After all, she had helped this horrible man spank
me until I was unable to do anything but cry. Maybe because I knew that she and I shared the
same predicament in a life of servitude to doctor Martin, maybe because she was the one who
had dried my tears and fixed my makeup in the tiny bathroom next to Dr. Martin's office or
maybe even back then I felt attracted to the beautiful head nurse.
The clinic was a large single story building, typical of the suburbs where space doesn't really
matter. The building was divided into two segments by three adjoining examination rooms
that formed the core, flanked on the 'public' side by a waiting room, a large washroom, the
spacious lobby, an X-ray room and Dr. Martin's front office. On the other side of the row of
examination rooms there was an employee kitchen, the main office and an assortment of
technical and storage rooms.
"There are three examination rooms; A, B and C. You will find that the patient files are
marked either A or B. A patients go into room A, which is just a regular examination room."
We walked past the door labelled "A" in big white letters and stopped before B. "You already
know examination room B. It's reserved for the doctor's 'special' patients." I hadn't noticed
before, but the door was heavy and insulated with rubber foam, a sign of heavy
soundproofing. No wonder that the doctor had let me scream all I wanted.
We entered examination room B and Alice closed the heavy door behind us. We where
engulfed by silence as all the buzz of a busy workday vanished. To my amazement, Alice
began unbuttoning her nurse's coat until her bare breasts showed. She quickly attached her
nametag to her nipple ring and straightened her dress like it was the most natural thing to do.
I looked at her with bewilderment. "The building is divided into a private and a public
section. You enter the private section through the back, or by passing through examination
room B. Beyond this door we have to follow a stricter code of dress and behaviour. I will give
you a copy of all the rules later so you can study them at home."
It dawned on me that, among other things, the rules demanded leaving my breasts bare. For a
minute I just stood there dumbstruck. "Your coat, Josie! Please unbutton it!"
As I failed to react, she began to unbutton my coat, her fingers grazing over my nipples.
Having another woman undress me was an entirely new experience for me and my cheeks
flushed. I could not tell if it was from arousal or shame, I certainly felt both.
"Your underwear is not to regulation, but don't worry; the doctor said you will be fitted with a
complete set tomorrow. In the meantime you can run around in those." She snapped my bra
down under my breasts in, what seemed to me, a gesture of disdain.
As we stepped out into the private section of the clinic I looked down in amazement. Gazing
up at me was my own reflection; the entire flooring was made of highly polished glazed tiles
that acted like a mirror. Walking behind Alice I could easily see her white open crotch panties
in the reflection.
Running along the middle of the corridor was a metal track of indiscernible purpose. It
branched off into every room and corridor we passed.
To my embarrassment, I realized that my gaze was constantly drawn to the floor, where the
reflection of Alice's muscular thighs moved invitingly under her short nurse's coat, ever so
often giving me an unrestricted glance at her beautiful, shaved pussy.
As we passed the backdoor it swung open and a nurse wheeled in a struggling young girl tied
to a wheelchair. Her long blonde hair was a mess, wet with sweat and the salvia that was
dripping from her ball-gagged mouth. The beautiful nurse gave us a nod and headed for
examination room B with her unwilling patient in tow.
I stopped in front of the slowly closing backdoor. I should have run from the clinic to escape
the insane and sadistic doctor but strangely, I didn't. For one thing, I didn't doubt that he
would make his threat of framing me for theft and drug dealing real. But there was more to it,
I guess. The world I had entered was so bizarre and exotic. A perverse sense of curiosity
compelled me to stay and see for myself what humiliations awaited me. All of my life my
achievements have earned me respect and acknowledgement, but here I was a mere
receptionist, not worthy of the doctors attention. The way Doctor Martin had reprimanded me
without even affording me a look had left me with a deep feeling of humiliation and, hard as it
was to admit, arousal.
With a dull finality the door clicked shut before me.
I hurried to catch up with Alice who had proceeded without me. An elegant white table with a
dozen chairs furnished the meeting room. On the far wall, a door led to the kitchen and a pass-
through allowed for quick serving.
I could hear a rhythmic jingling from below the table and soon a woman crawled out from
under it, pushing before her a bucket of soap water. She wore the tattered remains of an
expensive business suit, slashed strategically to reveal her statuesque figure. Her long bare
legs vanished under the ragged remains of her radically shortened skirt, revealing a glimpse of
white lace panties whenever she moved. The woman was mopping the floor with what
seemed to be her suit jacket, scrubbing it hard across the glazed tiles. She stopped short of my
feet, noting my presence for the first time. When she looked up at me in an expression of
confusion and fear, I understood the purpose of the tracks that ran along the corridors; A thin
steel chain linked her collar with a runner in the track. The chain gave her about 4 feet of
slack, too short to stand upright but just long enough to reach into the corners with her rag.
Alice reappeared from the kitchen with a glass in each hand and the chained woman fearfully
returned to her duties.
"Who is she?" I pointed at the woman scrubbing at my feet. Alice put down the glasses on the
table and roughly pulled the woman's head back by her hair to inspect the dog tag that was
dangling from her collar. "Melanie Hart, executive city councillor for integration and
women's issues." She let go of the pathetically whimpering girl. "Just a B patient. She has
cleaning duty every Thursday."
Without giving the woman any further attention, Alice handed me a shot glass. I grimaced as
the strong drink burned its way down into my belly.
"You looked so confused; I thought you might need it."
I certainly did. After another shot, talking to the beautiful bare breasted nurse with a half-
naked slave scrubbing around my feet seemed only half as awkward as it did before, which
was still a lot.
When we left the kitchen and headed for the main office, I had recovered enough of my wits
to ask my first question of the tour.
"What about examination room C?" Alice face flushed visibly and I could tell that she was
uneasy about the topic. "Sorry Josie, I'm not allowed to tell you. I'm afraid you will have to
find out for yourself."
I guess I should have been terrified of something that could unsettle a woman who wore her
nametag on a ring through her nipple, but strangely I was more curious than afraid.
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