Obediently Yours (23 page)

I look up to see Daddy standing in the hallway watching me. When I finished folding my clothes and putting them on the table, Daddy held his hand out for me and led me to his study. I sat naked in his lap as he fastened my baby girl collar around my neck. With each moment, I slipped further into a regressed state and it was a relief. I need this just as much as I need the other aspects of our relationship. I need to be controlled and dominated. I need to submit to him. Bliss. That is what I feel. Total bliss.

The weekend continued with Daddy making all of the decisions and controlling all aspects of my life, including my bodily functions. He kept me in diapers all weekend and ensured that I was hydrated enough to use them too. Using the toilet was immediately forbidden, he explained after he put my collar on me. Daddy told me that he expected my total obedience for the weekend and that he planned to regress me further than ever. That meant that he would feed me, clothe me, bathe me, and change me.

By the end of the weekend, I had reached a state of calm in my mind and was ready to face another busy week at work and planning the wedding. That Sunday evening, as we transitioned out of the age play scene, Richard asked me to sit down so we could talk. As soon as he asked to talk, the next words out of his mouth were that is was nothing bad.

“I want to ask you about a scene I want to plan. It definitely stretches to the edge of your limits and to some degree, surpasses them. I don’t want to give you too many details, but I do need to discuss those aspects that might cause you to be fearful,” he explains.

“Okay, Daddy. I trust you and cannot imagine you would do anything to hurt me. So what do you want to plan? I ask eagerly.

“How would you feel about having another person be involved in a scene? Before you answer that, let me explain more.”

It’s a good thing he stopped me from speaking, because my first instinct was to ask him if he was nuts!

“I have a very good friend who is deep in the BDSM community. He is also a doctor and he specializes in medical fetish scenes. I have known him for years and have played out scenes with him in the past.”

Ah, a doctor scene, that sounds good. “So what would the scene entail, Daddy?” I ask.

“I would like to make your fantasy come true. The one you wrote about soon after we met. The one that asked you to write out an age play scene that you masturbated to. Do you remember?”

My eyes widen as I remember what I had written. “Yes, I remember. The scene where my Daddy Dom takes me to the doctor?” I answer.

“Yes, baby, that is the one I am talking about. Do you remember the details? You were dressed like a little schoolgirl and taken to the doctor for an invasive medical exam. Your Daddy told the doctor to ask questions and do things that cause you great embarrassment. I want to create that scene for you with my friend, Jack. Like I said, he is a licensed physician. He has his own internal medicine practice. He actually has a great reputation as a doctor. But he is also into BDSM and medical fetish. He would help me make your scene real for you. Do you think you would want that?”

Thinking about being examined by a doctor while I am in little girl mode makes me wet. This is exactly what I tell Daddy. He smiles.

“So it’s settled then. Next Friday, Daddy is going to take you to the doctor for a full physical examination. It will also be an erotic exam. I’ll get you dressed and ready. I will be in the exam room with you the entire time. I will expect complete obedience from you. Dr. Candler is an excellent physician and will be thorough in examining you. You will need to submit to the exam and answer all of his questions. You always have your safe-word, although I don’t think you will need it. But you should use it if you need to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy, I understand. As long as you stay with me, I will be fine. I’m excited. I’m trying to remember what I wrote in that scene.”

“Well, I do not want you to go back and read it. I want you to just enjoy the experience and be in the moment. Oh, and sweetie, no orgasms for the week. Daddy won’t allow you to touch yourself, nor will I bring you to climax when I touch you. Think about how good you will feel when you finally are allowed to cum.” Daddy laughs as he sees the unhappy look on my face.

A week without an orgasm? That’s just mean. But he is right, I am sure I will explode when I finally do cum. I’ll need to find ways to keep myself busy so I don’t think about it.

* * *

Before I know it, Friday is here and my erotic fantasy is about to begin. After completing the ritual of taking my clothes off at the door and being collared by Daddy, the reality of what is going to happen tonight hits me head on. I am going to submit to a full physical exam by a real doctor, while my Daddy watches. The thought is so arousing, not that I have not been in a perpetual state of arousal this week, having complied with my orgasm ban.

“Okay, baby girl, let’s get you ready to go to the doctor’s for your checkup,” Daddy says as he motions me into my nursery. “Remember, you promised me that you will be a good girl for Dr. Candler, right?”

“Yes, Daddy, I remember. I wanna be a good girl for you,” I say with a smile.

“Okay, sweetie, let’s get you ready,” he responds.

When Daddy told me that he wanted to make my medical fetish fantasy come true with his friend Dr. Candler, I was overcome with excitement. Now, I am just plain nervous thinking about Daddy’s desire to take me to the doctor’s as his baby girl. This includes dressing the part as a baby girl. Daddy has me lie on the changing table and places a pacifier in my mouth. He slathers lotion on my shaved pussy, and then sprinkles powder all over it. He puts my diaper on and then slides the plastic panties up over them.

“Arms up,” he orders and I comply. He pulls my white “little girl” bra on. It is a sports bra meant to push the girls in and shrink my chest. It does not work, given I have DD breasts. Daddy then finishes dressing me and brings me into the bathroom to do my hair. I look in the mirror and see how infantile I look. Wearing a very short plaid skirt that barely covers my diapers, a white blouse, white knee-highs and black Mary-Jane shoes, I can hardly believe it is me and that I am going to let Daddy take me out like this. He has dressed me exactly as I described in my journal assignment. I guess the expression “be careful what you wish for” would apply in this situation.

Daddy brushes my hair and put pretty pink barrettes in, furthering the little girl look. A feeling of humiliation washes over me. Daddy smiles down at me and says, “Good job, little one. It’s time to go. Daddy just needs to go grab your diaper bag. Do you want to bring a cuddle toy with you?”

“I’m good, Daddy,” I say after spitting out my pacifier. It’s really hard for me to sink that deeply into the baby girl mode. The clothes and toys aspect never did interest me any. Or at least I thought. Here I am looking as childish as possible and loving every minute of it. Daddy tells me to be a good girl and slides the pacifier right back into my mouth. He takes my hand and leads me out.

We arrive at Dr. Candler’s office and I cannot help the feeling of excitement and dread. I’ve never been out in my baby girl mode before and it is very disconcerting. I consider our age play to be extremely private and this is really stretching my limits. Daddy told me he wants to fulfill my fantasy, combining it with his own fantasy of watching another doctor examine his baby girl.

Daddy told me that this was going to be a very invasive examination that would encompass my desire to be fully controlled and embarrassed. I’m already incredibly horny, not surprising since Daddy has forbidden me to orgasm for a week. Not that he hasn’t brought me to the brink many times. He really enjoys the tease and denial method, about as much as I hate it. It was an effective punishment that I received when he caught me touching myself one day after a nap. It’s hard not to get aroused knowing I would be living out a fantasy of mine.

In my medical fetish fantasy journal assignment, I focused on those things that I know will get me hot and bothered. Daddy told me that the doctor will be asking me many embarrassing questions during the examination and I am to be completely honest and thorough in answering him. Daddy also told me that Dr. Candler will have complete control over the scene, even though Daddy will be right there with me. He told me to expect exactly what I want. An invasive, humiliating, and arousing fantasy lived out.

When we arrive at the doctor’s office, I notice Daddy parks at the back of the building. Ours is the only car there, given it is a Friday night. Daddy helps me out of the car and quickly walks me through the door into what looks like a children’s doctor’s office. I look around nervously, grateful that the area is deserted. It is just Daddy and me here.

So here we sit and wait for the doctor to come and get us. Daddy brings me over to a table that has books and toys on it. I look at the books and toys on the table and there is a part of me that feels utterly ridiculous. We are in a waiting room, custom designed for adult babies. It is in the back of the building. Daddy told me that Dr. Candler has a legitimate internal medicine practice during the week, but that he engages in the fetish scene on the weekends, so he converted two rooms in the back of his building for med fet play. Soon, Dr. Candler emerges.

“Hi, Richard,” he greets Daddy, holding out his hand to shake it. “And hello to you too, little one. You look very pretty today. Did your Daddy dress you in your schoolgirl outfit?” I can feel the arousal seep out of me.

“Yes, Sir,” I respond.

“Well, I’m sure you are anxious to move on with things, so let’s get started. Please follow me.”

We walk down a short hallway and are let into a fully furnished doctor’s examination room. To the right is an examination table and along the walls are cabinets and a sink. There is also a hard-backed chair in the corner. I also see a rolling stool and a metal cart that has a towel laid over it covering whatever is underneath.

“Sweetie, it’s time to get you undressed and ready for your exam. Richard, can you undress her down to her diapers?” Dr. Candler asks Daddy.

Daddy proceeds to undress me. When finished, I am sitting on the exam table wearing nothing but barrettes, my baby girl collar, and my thick diaper. Another wave of humiliating arousal floods me. I almost curl in on myself, feeling so self-conscious.

“All right, sweetie, let’s get started,” Dr. Candler says as he opens a folder. I can look down and see at the top of the form that it says “Physical Examination—Female.” Oh, wow, this is not make-believe. I am really here experiencing this. I sit on the exam table, naked but for a diaper, terrified about what will happen, yet utterly thrilled and stimulated at the same time. Dr. Candler approaches the exam table and smiles at me. He tells me that he will proceed with a thorough exam and expects me to answer all questions honestly and immediately.

“Let’s start with your vital signs,” Dr. Candler states. “Richard, if you could have her lie on her tummy and pull her diapers down, I’ll get the thermometer.”

Daddy motions for me to lie down on my stomach and I feel him pull my diapers down to just past my butt cheeks. I am so aroused I start to clench. Daddy, of course, notices and scolds me. “Baby girl, you lie there like a good girl while Dr. Candler takes your rectal temperature.” His explicit statement does nothing to stave off the building arousal. I notice that Dr. Candler is nice enough to lube up the thermometer. I feel his hand part my butt cheeks and slide the cold piece of glass into my rectum. I cannot help but clench down below and move slightly, trying to get friction that does not exist. “Baby girl!” Daddy scolds.

Dr. Candler chuckles. “Are you aroused, little one?”

Shame floods me at his question. “Yes, Doctor,” I respond.

“Well, I don’t see any harm in letting the little one touch herself a bit while we wait. Why don’t you slide your hand down between your legs and touch your clitty,” he demands. I look up and see my Daddy nod in agreement.

Feeling utterly helpless and controlled, I do as the doctor says. I am dripping wet. I start to rub my clit and it feels sooooo good. I’m ready to orgasm already and we have barely started. It does not help that Dr. Candler is twirling the rectal thermometer and pulling it in and out quickly. I clench even tighter, an involuntary response to all of the stimulation.

“Baby girl, before your Daddy, has anyone taken your rectal temperature?” Dr. Candler inquires.

“Yes, Doctor. I’ve taken it before I was with Daddy,” I answer shyly.

“Ahh, so you had your own rectal thermometer, little one?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And does your Daddy take your rectal temperature?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Little one, pull your hand out from between your legs and show me and your Daddy how aroused you are.”

I do as he says and my hand is utterly dripping with clear fluid, my fingers glistening with the evidence of how turned on I am.

“Good girl,” Daddy says, taking my hand and wiping it with a tissue. Somehow, that small gesture helps me sink further into my headspace. I feel Dr. Candler remove the thermometer. “Good, rectal temperature is 99.6 degrees,” he announces. “That is normal. Let’s have you sit back up now, little one.”

Daddy pulls my diapers up and guides me back to a sitting position on the examination table.

“All right, let me take your pulse and blood pressure now,” Dr. Candler announces. He takes my wrist in hand and I feel his fingers on my pulse point. Silently, he takes the blood pressure cuff off of the wall and places it on my right arm. Putting the stethoscope in his ears, he proceeds to take my blood pressure. I’ve always hated that feeling of pressure on my arm and I also hate that dreaded sound when the cuff is removed. It’s the sound of tearing Velcro. That sound has always grated on my nerves.

Dr. Candler reports, “Your pulse is 79 and your blood pressure is 110/70. Very good, little one. Now, I need you to lie back on the exam table so I can examine your breasts. I also need to take some measurements. Arms up over your head.”