I smile and push off with my feet, spinning in circles on my desk chair. Today is going to be a good day. I look at my schedule again, silently praising my gem of an assistant. Somehow she managed to continually schedule patients I would like seeing. I don’t know what she did with the men, probably gave them some medicine or referral to another practice. I didn’t care. Going over the list again, I wondered who I’d enjoy the most today:

• 09.00 – Abigail, 23/F, Lower back pain
• 09.30 – Christel, 28/F, Mammary exam
• 10.00 – Nancy, 32/F, Psychological evaluation
• 10.30 – Phylace, 18/F, Routine physical inspection
• 11.00 – Chloe, 25/F, Urinary tract infection
• 11.30 – Rose, 29/F, Fertility test

And that was just before lunch. The afternoon saw a similar schedule, all gorgeous women that came to me with their concerns, real or imagined. I’d been a doctor for a good ten years, the first of which I had really tried to be a good, ethical physician. But that hadn’t lasted very long. Soon, the implied power of knowledge, of authority had become all too real.

I thought back to that first time when my patient, her name long forgotten, had stripped for me. Just because I told her it was needed. She’d came in for a head cold, but when I told her I needed to examine her, just to be sure, she never questioned me. Nor did she object to my ministrations, ostensibly for the purpose of ruling out more serious disease, or even a cancerous growth. They never protested, never asked. At most they got a little quiet.

The best ones were those I could convince to come back on the regular. It was so simple, I just had to scare them a little bit, play on their fears and insecurities. Throw in an analogy of a car needing maintenance and they’d be on the hook. Paying me for the privilege as well, I chortled. Life was just amazing.

The clock read 08.45, I put away the list and got ready for my day. Making sure my office was at a comfortable temperature, examination table at just the right height for me. Finally I checked my lower left drawer, which had the box of condoms and -if needed- a jar of Viagra. It was going to be a hard day at work again.

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Hello my dear perverted patients! Today I want to play the dirty doctor from my prompt, seeing patients and having his way with them. I wrote some examples in the ‘schedule’ above, but of course you may present in any way you wish, with any kind of complaint you think would be fun. I’m thinking you might be a regular patient on the gullible side, or perhaps a new one that’s desperate for a cure. A helping of gullibility will work wonders for this.

Alternative scenario’s could include drugging, medical procedures, or similar themes. I also like dub/non-con, though I don’t feel it’s the best match for this prompt. But if you want to go that route, we’ll find a way.

Kinks: doctor/patient power dynamic, inappropriate relationships, all things medical, examination, humiliation, cum, gullible patients.
Limits: incest, underage, pregnancy