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“Yes,” Tricia agreed.
Mindy had no idea what they were talking about, but she couldn’t focus on their words because Dr. Jones’s fingers were distracting her.
“Has she had any issues using her diaper?”
“I’ve only been with her a few hours every few days, but I don’t believe so. She’s been using diapers fulltime for the past few days and anytime she wasn’t at work for the past few weeks.”
It was weird having someone answer for her, and she gasped as Dr. Jones held her pelvis steady with one hand, parting her folds wide with the same fingers. He prodded her with something that made her panic.
“I’m just going to swab your urethra, Little one. Hold very still for me.”
She held her breath, her head spinning as he inserted something into that tight hole that had definitely never been touched. She hadn’t known this was even a thing.
“Eyes on mine, Baby girl,” Tricia commanded, making Mindy realize her vision had strayed to the ceiling.
When she lowered her gaze to Tricia’s, the woman smiled. “Good girl.”
The swab was endless, moving in and out of her, deeper with each pass. It felt so strange and foreign at first, but then it began to feel kind of good, making more wetness leak out of her.
She was mortified as she started panting again.
Tricia thumbed her nipple rapidly. “Don’t fight it, Baby girl. I know it feels good.”
Mindy’s lips trembled. Why? What was happening to her?
Dr. Jones finally eased the swab out of her. “Good girl. The sample will ensure you don’t have any infection, but the swab also helps me know how tight your little pee-pee hole is.”
A shudder wracked Mindy’s body at both his words and the baby talk.
“And?” Tricia asked without glancing away.
“Her urethra is narrow but within range. As long as she urinates frequently, she shouldn’t have any issues.” He patted her private parts, making her flinch. “It’s important to wet yourself every time you feel the urge, Little one. It will keep you from getting an infection in your urethra or your bladder. A UTI is no fun, and will indicate a need to use a series of metal rods to help stretch your little hole.”
Mindy felt like she was under water as he spoke of things she’d never heard of. She definitely didn’t want him to use any sort of rod inside her urethra. If wetting herself often would prevent such a thing, she was now scared enough to comply.
“I’m going to examine your bottom now, Little one.”
Mindy flinched, clenching her tight hole even though there was no way to hide with her legs spread open so wide.
Tricia moved her hand from one breast to the other, cupping it gently as she resumed thumbing the other nipple. “Her little titties are very sensitive,” she informed the entire room. “You’ll have to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t play with them. I can’t be certain if she’s prone to that or not.”
Mindy gasped loudly, eyes wide as she shook her head. “I didn’t. I promise.”
Tricia smiled as she pinched one nipple hard enough to make Mindy arch her chest the scant millimeter the restraints would allow. “I believe you, Baby girl, but you’ll be living in a new environment now, and your titties are very sensitive.”
Mindy licked her dry lips and then cried out as Dr. Jones rubbed something slippery on her forbidden hole. “Not my bottom,” she pleaded.
“Little girls need their bottom examined often, Baby girl,” Tricia informed her. “It’s important to ensure you don’t try to hold back your bowel movements.”
“I don’t like it,” she whimpered as the doctor eased a finger into her.
“You’ll learn to enjoy it, Baby girl,” Tricia promised. “Part of deep submission is learning that no part of you is off limits and deriving pleasure from that loss of control.”
A tear slid down Mindy’s cheek as she stared at Tricia. Not because it hurt but because she knew Tricia was right, and that realization opened up something raw and new inside her that made her nervous.
Tricia played with Mindy’s nipple while she swiped at her tears. “I know it’s hard at first. You’re doing so well. Let it feel good. Let the doctor make you feel good.”
Mindy fought the sensations as Dr. Jones added a second finger and stretched her tight hole farther. Sensation overload scared her to death. Somewhere between the penetration of her pee-pee hole and now her bottom, she’d slid into a deeper submission, deeper than she’d ever experienced.
