It was several years ago, before I met my current boyfriend.
I went back to a “holistic doctor” for the third time in KL, Malaysia. The way he test your health is advanced and performed by him and his beautiful wife who assists him. They take a whole floor in a high building and everything looks very professional, even clinical… after the tests we have to wait like one hour and then go to the doctor who interpret the tests and gives you feedback and explanation and obviously information on how to treat and get healthier.
I was there before by recommendation of a friend with my son to find solutions for his skin and allergy problems and since it’s not so easy to get there (other country than the one I live) I got a body check myself every time I had the occasion. My son’s health improved, using non chemical supplements and treatment systems and I was also satisfied with my personal results.
That time I was alone and visited the clinic in the morning. The doctor gave me feedback about the new tests and we talked about all aspects of life and health. At a certain point I felt enough trust to talk about my sex life. I was complaining of lack of sex and also that my vagina was always dry and when having intercourse with my husband it was not really a pleasant feeling.
You have to know I am raised in a classic, traditional and conservative family. So when the doctor asked me about “getting wet”, masturbation and stuff like that I could not tell him a lot coz I did not have a lot of things to share about that. Then he asked me if I wanted him to check on that dry-vagina-problem. Since he is a doctor I said yes, not knowing how he wanted to check this.
He asked if I could come back in the afternoon coz in the morning he had to finish more consultations and since I had no other plans than waiting for my next flight out in the evening I said ok. I had a light veggie lunch with his wife and told her husband expected me back for another test. When she said it was not scheduled in the agenda and that she did not prepare anything for me I explained her it was unexpected and since I fly out the same day I was happy her husband could make some time to check “the issue of my dryness”.
I came back with her to the clinic where I had some more small talk before the doctor asked me to follow him to another room. In the middle of the room I saw a professional electric examine/massage table which also had the supports at both sides for women to put her legs in for gynecological examination and for the rest only a chair, a cabinet and a sink. I expected he would ask me to take of my panties from under my dress but to my surprise he asked me to undress completely. I repeated his question to be sure I did not misunderstood and he confirmed so I did what he wanted. It was the first time for me to get out of my clothes for him because during all former visits I did not need to take any clothes off at all. There was no separate corner to get undressed in a more discreet way so I just had to strip right in front of him. He was not ashamed and not stop watching me while I was taking of my dress and when I stood in front of him just wearing bra and a little thong panties I suspected him of enjoying looking at me. That did not gave me a bad feeling and I had to say, even in his white jacket the doctor was a good looking man himself.
Although that morning I did not expect to have to take my clothes of for him I was happy I choose a nice set of sexy lingerie which I always wear, except for the occasional no-panties days I regularly practice. I was hanging my dress over the chair and turned to him. You can get rid of these as well he said while pointing at my bra and panties. Since he is a doctor I obeyed, freed my boobs and took off my little panties and only kept my sandals on heels on coz I did not want to stand on the cold floor. Despite my old-fashioned education I did not feel any awkwardness and perhaps that could have been a first sign of my exhibitionist behavior I discovered in the years after. Maybe the only thing I was shy for at that moment was I could not hide for him that I am a woman who loves to have a completely shaven pussy from time to time, especially during summer, so my hands joined each other to hide my bare pussy, which made not much sense since it would only take little time before I had to reveal her.
While I was standing there in all my glory he started to explain what he was about to do with me and why I had to be naked. I don’t remember exactly how he said it but it was something about getting rid of all human resistances and hindrances, to let go mental barricades etc. I listened to him but same time I noticed how his eyes where rolling up and down my body. Then he told me he will give me a relaxing massage so there would be no muscle or mental tension the moment he needed to exam my vagina. After he saw me nodding he understood I was okay with his motivation, he invited me on the leather horizontal table which was prepared with a nice big soft towel and a pillow on top of it. Like a real gentleman he gave me a hand to step up. Once I sat down he helped me to take off my sandals. After asking to lay face down I heard him using the sink to wash his hands.
He started to give me a neck and back massage with warm oil and told me to relax and empty my head. After my back he went down to my upper legs and my bum. He took his time and I already forgot why I was laying there. The room had a real nice temperature and where I might have been a little bit nervous before when he asked me to get totally naked I felt at ease now. I felt his warm hands go over ever inch and also my buttocks did not escape from his attention. While doing the back of my upper legs he caressed softly my inner thighs after spreading my legs slightly. Inevitably he touched my vagina already several times with light energy.
Then time to turn face up. He smiled at me and I smiled back. After circling with his hands over my belly he began to massage my breasts shamelessly. I was thinking like: He asked to check on my vagina problem and now he has his hands all over my tits… I did not complain because I had to admit myself I liked it. I saw and felt how my nipples became darker and harder. Several times we had eye contact and all he said in between were things like relax, enjoy yourself, … A certain moment he asked if I liked he was massaging my breasts… Yeah, nice I replied… In a non-explicit way he took care of my nipples to which I felt it was stimulating horny feelings. It was like the doctor-patient relation was fading. Until that moment I did not think about sex too much.
Only one time he was talking technical when he said he would not use plastic gloves to examine my vagina and asked if I was comfortable with that. “You are the doctor” I said which meant he could do what he thinks is the best and to be honest that is what I prefer, I hate the plastic feeling of condoms to! After caressing my breasts a long time he changed his focus on my vagina. When I felt his hand going down under my belly I opened voluntarily my legs a bit to give him some space and access. While I was wondering how he would “examine” my vagina I felt he massaged my pussy lips with small movements and little squeezing… I closed my eyes and decided to rend over to his style of “examination”. I enjoyed more and more and I heard myself moaning when he touched my clit. Softly he played her for a while before slipping in one finger. Although I was expecting the doctor would go inside my pussy I could not avoid a little scream of joy. What I immediately noticed was that my pussy was pretty wet inside. In one way I felt like a k**, caught on faking to be sick because you don’t want to go to school… in another way I felt exited coz he gave me a real horny feeling by stimulating my body in a most intimate way. His long finger was massaging my pussy inside now and although his examination showed there was not any “dry-pussy-problem” I hoped it was not over yet. Apparently he was reading my mind and continued playing. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me. The look on his face could not hide he was enjoying this to! He asked if I would not mind to put my legs in the supports. I lifted my head from the pillow to see where they are positioned and got my legs in there. Since I don’t have long legs I was completely in a “spread eagle” position for him (a word I learned here from guys on this website ;-) ). He flipped down the front part of the table and was standing now like a real gynecologist between my legs to continue his “investigation”.
He was standing very close to me this way and if he would have been naked like me he was in the perfect position to fuck me. Unfortunately that was not the case. He quickly restarted his routine: telling me to relax and getting his fingers where I wanted them: inside me! I can’t recall someone was playing my pussy for so long. Sometimes he went in with two fingers, then switched to one again. I don’t know if that was his purpose but slowly he was building stronger feelings towards a climax. In between he asked me to squeeze his fingers with my pussy (he did not use that word!). He then asked me a few questions about my sex drive and habits: How many times I have sex with my husband – a few times per month I said, what position we use – mostly missionary, what about foreplay – almost none, how long is your average sex time? 5 to 10 minutes maybe - does your husband pleases you orally – no never….Do you like to masturbate – not really… I don’t know why but despite the fact those questions did not raise much positive information, questioning me like this while fingering me sounded like dirty talk to me!
When in the end he started touching my G-spot I gave him sign with my sounds and whispered a few “yesses” and some “mores” and a “go on” which he clearly understood. Meanwhile I had my nipples in each hand and pulled them with my fingers hard enough to combine the ecstasy with his fingers fucking me which was without a doubt one of his best skills. I was surprised when he stopped to take my right hand and bring it to my pussy. “Can you feel it?” he asked me… I had no other choice than to put my finger in to feel how my pussy was soaking wet. “Massage yourself”, he ordered me “and touch yourself in the way you feel most exited…” I still had one hand having my fingers playing with a nipple while I was using my other hand to play with myself. I felt my face getting red while he was watching how I was satisfying my pussy with my legs up in the air. My middle finger went in and out alternating between the inside wetness and my clit. I felt my finger going faster and faster moving to fulfill the need of getting an orgasm but then looked at the doctor and lost it. Probably not used to have a voyeur while masturbating…
I mumbled that I prefer the doctor is doing that on which he gladly took over from me again. I did not let go my eyes from his and my both hands were back on my tits. While looking back at me he brought the arousing tension I was longing for using his fingers in delicate way. Suddenly I felt the table going horizontally up with the electric lift. In a teaching way he explained something about a tongue is the most sensitive tool to give pleasure and then without asking he started licking my clit that got closer to his face by bringing up the table. I was too chocked to react and let him gave me his oral treatment. I had almost forgotten how crazy good it is to get oral satisfaction. Lucky before my husband I had a few boyfriends with whom I had some nice oral experiences. Now the doctor reminded me and an orgasm was unstoppable on the way. For all I care he could have done anything with me in that moment. The exiting feeling and same time trust he gave me overruled the surprise and ethics about the way he was treating me, being a doctor.
I could feel, hear and even smell my own wetness and his tongue playing carefully on top made it complete. I started to make my siren sound and I came so hard I will never forget. I had to push his head away from me coz I got too sensitive there. He looked at me and I felt myself blushing. For the ich time he said relax, brought me a soft blanket, let the table go down and said I could take a nap for 20 minutes or so.
It was his wife who woke me from the snooze. She stayed with me, saw I was naked under the blanket and watched me getting dressed and complimented me on my body. She was very nice to me, gave me a hug and said the doctor was waiting for me in his consultation room. I was wondering if she had any idea what happened before. If she was near the room she must have heard me coz I got pretty loud. When I got in he smiled and of course I smiled back. He said, like a real doctor now, that there is nothing wrong with my vagina and I should ask my husband for more sex, more longer foreplay and maybe suggest him some oral play. I agreed on that…. Then I had to go back to his wife’s office to take care of the supplements I bought and to pay the consultations, tests and… the massage.
In the years after I went back several times and even brought my current boyfriend coz I find his health is also important. So yes, I still have trust in the doctor. In the first year after this famous “dry-pussy-test” I got a few emails from the doctor asking me how I am and suggesting to make a new appointment for another special massage to stimulate my “liquid flow”with him. Every time I meet him and his wife we are super nice and friendly with each other, the three of us even went out together for diner but until now I did not use any special vagina check anymore with him. I don’t want to conclude he took advantage of me. He really showed I am capable of having a wet pussy and proved if a man is doing his best to pleasure me between my legs I can climax. I never felt used or abused and I don’t blame him if he enjoyed himself that day while he was intimate with my naked self. I can imagine the fact I was naïve and always believe in the good of people and especially the trust in the doctor got me to this experience that I will never regret.
I went back to a “holistic doctor” for the third time in KL, Malaysia. The way he test your health is advanced and performed by him and his beautiful wife who assists him. They take a whole floor in a high building and everything looks very professional, even clinical… after the tests we have to wait like one hour and then go to the doctor who interpret the tests and gives you feedback and explanation and obviously information on how to treat and get healthier.
I was there before by recommendation of a friend with my son to find solutions for his skin and allergy problems and since it’s not so easy to get there (other country than the one I live) I got a body check myself every time I had the occasion. My son’s health improved, using non chemical supplements and treatment systems and I was also satisfied with my personal results.
That time I was alone and visited the clinic in the morning. The doctor gave me feedback about the new tests and we talked about all aspects of life and health. At a certain point I felt enough trust to talk about my sex life. I was complaining of lack of sex and also that my vagina was always dry and when having intercourse with my husband it was not really a pleasant feeling.
You have to know I am raised in a classic, traditional and conservative family. So when the doctor asked me about “getting wet”, masturbation and stuff like that I could not tell him a lot coz I did not have a lot of things to share about that. Then he asked me if I wanted him to check on that dry-vagina-problem. Since he is a doctor I said yes, not knowing how he wanted to check this.
He asked if I could come back in the afternoon coz in the morning he had to finish more consultations and since I had no other plans than waiting for my next flight out in the evening I said ok. I had a light veggie lunch with his wife and told her husband expected me back for another test. When she said it was not scheduled in the agenda and that she did not prepare anything for me I explained her it was unexpected and since I fly out the same day I was happy her husband could make some time to check “the issue of my dryness”.
I came back with her to the clinic where I had some more small talk before the doctor asked me to follow him to another room. In the middle of the room I saw a professional electric examine/massage table which also had the supports at both sides for women to put her legs in for gynecological examination and for the rest only a chair, a cabinet and a sink. I expected he would ask me to take of my panties from under my dress but to my surprise he asked me to undress completely. I repeated his question to be sure I did not misunderstood and he confirmed so I did what he wanted. It was the first time for me to get out of my clothes for him because during all former visits I did not need to take any clothes off at all. There was no separate corner to get undressed in a more discreet way so I just had to strip right in front of him. He was not ashamed and not stop watching me while I was taking of my dress and when I stood in front of him just wearing bra and a little thong panties I suspected him of enjoying looking at me. That did not gave me a bad feeling and I had to say, even in his white jacket the doctor was a good looking man himself.
Although that morning I did not expect to have to take my clothes of for him I was happy I choose a nice set of sexy lingerie which I always wear, except for the occasional no-panties days I regularly practice. I was hanging my dress over the chair and turned to him. You can get rid of these as well he said while pointing at my bra and panties. Since he is a doctor I obeyed, freed my boobs and took off my little panties and only kept my sandals on heels on coz I did not want to stand on the cold floor. Despite my old-fashioned education I did not feel any awkwardness and perhaps that could have been a first sign of my exhibitionist behavior I discovered in the years after. Maybe the only thing I was shy for at that moment was I could not hide for him that I am a woman who loves to have a completely shaven pussy from time to time, especially during summer, so my hands joined each other to hide my bare pussy, which made not much sense since it would only take little time before I had to reveal her.
While I was standing there in all my glory he started to explain what he was about to do with me and why I had to be naked. I don’t remember exactly how he said it but it was something about getting rid of all human resistances and hindrances, to let go mental barricades etc. I listened to him but same time I noticed how his eyes where rolling up and down my body. Then he told me he will give me a relaxing massage so there would be no muscle or mental tension the moment he needed to exam my vagina. After he saw me nodding he understood I was okay with his motivation, he invited me on the leather horizontal table which was prepared with a nice big soft towel and a pillow on top of it. Like a real gentleman he gave me a hand to step up. Once I sat down he helped me to take off my sandals. After asking to lay face down I heard him using the sink to wash his hands.
He started to give me a neck and back massage with warm oil and told me to relax and empty my head. After my back he went down to my upper legs and my bum. He took his time and I already forgot why I was laying there. The room had a real nice temperature and where I might have been a little bit nervous before when he asked me to get totally naked I felt at ease now. I felt his warm hands go over ever inch and also my buttocks did not escape from his attention. While doing the back of my upper legs he caressed softly my inner thighs after spreading my legs slightly. Inevitably he touched my vagina already several times with light energy.
Then time to turn face up. He smiled at me and I smiled back. After circling with his hands over my belly he began to massage my breasts shamelessly. I was thinking like: He asked to check on my vagina problem and now he has his hands all over my tits… I did not complain because I had to admit myself I liked it. I saw and felt how my nipples became darker and harder. Several times we had eye contact and all he said in between were things like relax, enjoy yourself, … A certain moment he asked if I liked he was massaging my breasts… Yeah, nice I replied… In a non-explicit way he took care of my nipples to which I felt it was stimulating horny feelings. It was like the doctor-patient relation was fading. Until that moment I did not think about sex too much.
Only one time he was talking technical when he said he would not use plastic gloves to examine my vagina and asked if I was comfortable with that. “You are the doctor” I said which meant he could do what he thinks is the best and to be honest that is what I prefer, I hate the plastic feeling of condoms to! After caressing my breasts a long time he changed his focus on my vagina. When I felt his hand going down under my belly I opened voluntarily my legs a bit to give him some space and access. While I was wondering how he would “examine” my vagina I felt he massaged my pussy lips with small movements and little squeezing… I closed my eyes and decided to rend over to his style of “examination”. I enjoyed more and more and I heard myself moaning when he touched my clit. Softly he played her for a while before slipping in one finger. Although I was expecting the doctor would go inside my pussy I could not avoid a little scream of joy. What I immediately noticed was that my pussy was pretty wet inside. In one way I felt like a k**, caught on faking to be sick because you don’t want to go to school… in another way I felt exited coz he gave me a real horny feeling by stimulating my body in a most intimate way. His long finger was massaging my pussy inside now and although his examination showed there was not any “dry-pussy-problem” I hoped it was not over yet. Apparently he was reading my mind and continued playing. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me. The look on his face could not hide he was enjoying this to! He asked if I would not mind to put my legs in the supports. I lifted my head from the pillow to see where they are positioned and got my legs in there. Since I don’t have long legs I was completely in a “spread eagle” position for him (a word I learned here from guys on this website ;-) ). He flipped down the front part of the table and was standing now like a real gynecologist between my legs to continue his “investigation”.
He was standing very close to me this way and if he would have been naked like me he was in the perfect position to fuck me. Unfortunately that was not the case. He quickly restarted his routine: telling me to relax and getting his fingers where I wanted them: inside me! I can’t recall someone was playing my pussy for so long. Sometimes he went in with two fingers, then switched to one again. I don’t know if that was his purpose but slowly he was building stronger feelings towards a climax. In between he asked me to squeeze his fingers with my pussy (he did not use that word!). He then asked me a few questions about my sex drive and habits: How many times I have sex with my husband – a few times per month I said, what position we use – mostly missionary, what about foreplay – almost none, how long is your average sex time? 5 to 10 minutes maybe - does your husband pleases you orally – no never….Do you like to masturbate – not really… I don’t know why but despite the fact those questions did not raise much positive information, questioning me like this while fingering me sounded like dirty talk to me!
When in the end he started touching my G-spot I gave him sign with my sounds and whispered a few “yesses” and some “mores” and a “go on” which he clearly understood. Meanwhile I had my nipples in each hand and pulled them with my fingers hard enough to combine the ecstasy with his fingers fucking me which was without a doubt one of his best skills. I was surprised when he stopped to take my right hand and bring it to my pussy. “Can you feel it?” he asked me… I had no other choice than to put my finger in to feel how my pussy was soaking wet. “Massage yourself”, he ordered me “and touch yourself in the way you feel most exited…” I still had one hand having my fingers playing with a nipple while I was using my other hand to play with myself. I felt my face getting red while he was watching how I was satisfying my pussy with my legs up in the air. My middle finger went in and out alternating between the inside wetness and my clit. I felt my finger going faster and faster moving to fulfill the need of getting an orgasm but then looked at the doctor and lost it. Probably not used to have a voyeur while masturbating…
I mumbled that I prefer the doctor is doing that on which he gladly took over from me again. I did not let go my eyes from his and my both hands were back on my tits. While looking back at me he brought the arousing tension I was longing for using his fingers in delicate way. Suddenly I felt the table going horizontally up with the electric lift. In a teaching way he explained something about a tongue is the most sensitive tool to give pleasure and then without asking he started licking my clit that got closer to his face by bringing up the table. I was too chocked to react and let him gave me his oral treatment. I had almost forgotten how crazy good it is to get oral satisfaction. Lucky before my husband I had a few boyfriends with whom I had some nice oral experiences. Now the doctor reminded me and an orgasm was unstoppable on the way. For all I care he could have done anything with me in that moment. The exiting feeling and same time trust he gave me overruled the surprise and ethics about the way he was treating me, being a doctor.
I could feel, hear and even smell my own wetness and his tongue playing carefully on top made it complete. I started to make my siren sound and I came so hard I will never forget. I had to push his head away from me coz I got too sensitive there. He looked at me and I felt myself blushing. For the ich time he said relax, brought me a soft blanket, let the table go down and said I could take a nap for 20 minutes or so.
It was his wife who woke me from the snooze. She stayed with me, saw I was naked under the blanket and watched me getting dressed and complimented me on my body. She was very nice to me, gave me a hug and said the doctor was waiting for me in his consultation room. I was wondering if she had any idea what happened before. If she was near the room she must have heard me coz I got pretty loud. When I got in he smiled and of course I smiled back. He said, like a real doctor now, that there is nothing wrong with my vagina and I should ask my husband for more sex, more longer foreplay and maybe suggest him some oral play. I agreed on that…. Then I had to go back to his wife’s office to take care of the supplements I bought and to pay the consultations, tests and… the massage.
In the years after I went back several times and even brought my current boyfriend coz I find his health is also important. So yes, I still have trust in the doctor. In the first year after this famous “dry-pussy-test” I got a few emails from the doctor asking me how I am and suggesting to make a new appointment for another special massage to stimulate my “liquid flow”with him. Every time I meet him and his wife we are super nice and friendly with each other, the three of us even went out together for diner but until now I did not use any special vagina check anymore with him. I don’t want to conclude he took advantage of me. He really showed I am capable of having a wet pussy and proved if a man is doing his best to pleasure me between my legs I can climax. I never felt used or abused and I don’t blame him if he enjoyed himself that day while he was intimate with my naked self. I can imagine the fact I was naïve and always believe in the good of people and especially the trust in the doctor got me to this experience that I will never regret.
