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“Arms over your head, sweetie,” Theo commanded as he lifted her wrists himself. He stood at the top of the bed and held her arms firmly out of the way.
Mindy whimpered as Dr. Jones lifted a strap across her chest and secured it just under her breasts. She had a death grip on the ball, trying not to release it as he set his fingers on her breasts again.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Mindy jerked her face that direction to find Tricia entering the room. Relief flooded her, but so did embarrassment. It was misplaced. Why would she be embarrassed for Tricia to see her? At least Tricia had seen her naked before. These men had not.
“How’s it going, Baby girl?” Tricia asked with a smile as she came to Mindy’s side opposite the doctor.
“She’s doing really well,” Dr. Jones informed Tricia. “I bet she’d appreciate a familiar face in the room as I continue.”
Tricia cupped Mindy’s cheek and stroked it with her thumb, holding her gaze.
When Dr. Jones resumed his exam of her breasts, goosebumps rose on her skin. His touch felt too intimate. She held her breath, not taking her gaze off Tricia as he pressed all around the soft tissue before flicking her nipple.
The little bud hardened as Mindy gasped. She also forgot about the ball, releasing her knees and causing it to fall to the floor with a soft bounce.
Her face heated as Dr. Jones moved to the end of the table. “Let’s get your legs in the stirrups, Little one.” He lifted first one and then the other leg, placing them in the kind of stirrups she’d seen pictures of.
Mindy had never been to a gynecologist, but she knew this was the sort of table they had. The stirrups alone weren’t so bad, but she arched her chest when he added restraints at her ankles and above her knees.
Wetness leaked from her a moment later as Dr. Jones adjusted the stirrups so her legs were spread obscenely wide.
“You’re doing well, Baby girl,” Tricia encouraged, patting her tummy.
Dr. Jones returned to her side and began examining her other breast. He glanced at Tricia as he flicked her nipple. “I assume you’re aware of the change in her reaction.”
Tricia nodded.
Mindy had no idea what he meant, but she didn’t dare ask.
Dr. Jones moved to sit on his stool between her legs.
Tricia cupped her face with one hand, resting her other just under Mindy’s breast. “Eyes on me while the doctor examines your pussy, Baby girl.”
Mindy pursed her lips and nodded. She was grateful to Tricia for helping ground her, but she still flinched as Dr. Jones set his hands on her inner thighs and pulled her labia apart.
Wetness leaked out of her, and she whimpered.
Tricia’s hand slid over to cup one of her breasts, and she gently glided her thumb across the nipple over and over. It felt so good that Mindy didn’t complain. She figured Tricia was trying to help keep Mindy’s mind off the exam.
“Did you shave her?” Dr. Jones asked.
“No. She’s kept herself shaved for a long time. She’s been practicing age play alone for several years,” Tricia answered.
It was weird that Tricia responded for her.
“You mentioned she hasn’t had any form of penetrative sex, correct?”
“No. Not even tampons. I didn’t breach her tight opening either,” Tricia responded.
Mindy’s cheeks heated as she blinked at Tricia who never took her gaze off her.
Dr. Jones stroked her labia, moving it around, parting her folds several times before lifting the hood from her clit.
Mindy nearly cried from embarrassment. She wasn’t particularly affected by Dr. Jones’s touch, but she was strongly affected by the fact that Tricia was watching. It was confusing and weird.
When Dr. Jones touched her clit, she whimpered, recalling how Tricia had touched her there and made her come that first night in the nursery at the club. She hadn’t experienced anything like that again, but she craved it now more than ever.
“She’s very sensitive given the right circumstances,” Dr. Jones commented.
