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A Real GynoPlay Exam

Author: GG

This is basically a true story, based on a real gynoplay exam several years ago. I think it captures some of the intriguing mindset, especially from the point-of-view of a female patient who wants to take part in this kind of play. If you're looking for overt sex, this story isn't for you. It's all about the exam here! This is posted in multi-parts due to its length.

A Real GynoPlay Exam, Part 1

It was her first appointment with her playdoctor. They had met thru the internet, exchanged many emails, and determined what each one wanted in a playexam, though the playdoc was more concerned about making it what the patient wanted than pushing any agenda of his own. She felt that she could trust him, he was never less than courteous and respectful, and she looked forward to this occasion.

It would be a big step, having a first playgyno exam. Unlike a real medical appointment, this was a meeting with another person who was also intrigued by the idea of the gynecological exam, by the setting, the procedures, the psychology of it all. The playdoc was a non-medical person who had studied the techniques of the female medical exam, and wanted to perform it on a real woman. The patient was a woman who was intrigued by the gyno exam as a situation, as a scenario, and wanted to explore the interaction in a non-medical setting, to experience it with another person who also had the same ideas about it as she did. They would both be playing, both testing their own fantasies against what would be happening between them. As agreed beforehand, there was not to be any overt sexual contact between doctor and patient, nothing beyond the usual clinical exam procedures, which of course would be prolonged and more involved -- and embellished -- than during a regular exam. A real medical exam, everybody knew, only lasted a few minutes. This play exam would filigree the standard procedures into a scene which would stretch out the tension, expand upon the inherent unease and exposure, power and submission. It would inject the element of admitting-- but not saying out loud -- that both the doctor and the patient were aware of the unique state of sanctioned institutional intimacy that surrounded a gynecological examination. It would be a learning experience for both of them.

She prepared a mock examination room and equipment: table, chairs arranged to stand in for stirrups, good lighting, paper vest and draping, speculum, thermometer, stethoscope, latex gloves. It was in another room, separate from where they would be meeting initially.

When the doctor arrived they exchanged warm greetings and chatted for a while, innocuous conversation that served to prove their impressions had been correct about each other. The playdoc was a nice guy, friendly, and her instincts had been right. She was a little nervous, of course, just like when you meet any stranger, yet it wasn’t crippling but rather bracing, a quality that was probably good in light of what was going to happen soon. They discussed his interest in the subject; his mother had been a nurse and he had become fascinated as he read her medical textbooks. Gynecology was a long-time interest, but only now, with the advent of the internet with its varied communities, could he have come to this point and actually find another person to act out this fascination. He had done it before a couple of times, had found the experience enjoyable and intellectually stimulating, as well as exciting. As a playdoc he never expected nor wanted sexual activity with his patient after or during the exam, and endeavored to keep a serious and accurate demeanor. He found the exacting roleplay to be exciting in itself and was glad to find patients who also desired that sense of reality. He knew, of course, that this wasn’t real; he wasn’t a doctor and this wasn’t a real patient, but it was a real woman, and he wanted to perform the procedures as realistically as possible.

They had discussed what would be included in the examination, and of course he knew the components of a thorough exam. He had a standard set of questions that he asked the patient, and had a clipboard with a medical checklist that would propel the examination along. After a few more minutes of pleasant conversation, they knew the moment had come, finally. It was time to start the examination.

They agreed that she would call him Doctor or Dr. Welch, and he would call her Joan. It was roleplay, and from this moment on they would inhabit their parts, with of course the caveat that either could call a halt at any time if desired. They turned away from each other, then turned back to begin the scenario.

“Joan, hello, I’m Doctor Welch. I see you’re here for your annual well-woman examination.” “Yes, Doctor. It’s been about a year since I saw doctor where I used to live.” “That’s fine. Since you’re a first time patient here in the office, this exam will be quite thorough, perhaps more so than others you may have had in the past, but I like to get a very detailed picture of your gynecological health so that we can proceed from here with as much information as possible.” “I understand.” Joan listened attentively as the playdoctor talked himself into the role, setting the stage for both of them. “Good. Well, Joan, if you would follow me into the examination room here….”

He opened the door and motioned her into the prepared exam room space. “If you would please remove all your clothing including your undergarments, put on the vest with the opening to the front, and use this drape for your lower half, then hop up on the table…I’ll leave the room and let you undress now. Just call out when you’re ready.”

The patient’s heart began to beat as she accepted the paper vest and towel from the doctor. “Yes, Doctor.”

“Good. I’ll see you in a few moments.” The Doctor smiled warmly then left the room and closed the door behind him.

Now it was the real thing. The vague notion of a play exam was about to become concrete; she was about to make a fantasy situation come real. She was about to put herself in a situation where she would be exposing herself to a stranger to satisfy this unusual interest of her, and his. And it felt fine. It made her nervous, of course, but not scared, or hesitant. She felt liberated and looked forward to testing her own interest and seeing if her notions of this interaction would be as fascinating to her in the flesh as they were in her mind. So she began to undress. She unbuttoned her blouse, then unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. She set them down at the end of the table. She picked up the paper vest, the odd garment that she had purloined from her real gyno’s office last time she was there. Just like in the real office, she unhooked her bra and removed it, then slipped her arms into the vest, leaving the opening to the front. Those vests are big and bulky, the paper isn’t supple but pretty much like very stiff paper toweling, and it makes a crinkly sound when you try to arrange it. Then it was time to take down her underpants, and though it was an automatic motion it sent her heart racing again. She could stop the whole thing now, but she didn’t want to. Joan had douched beforehand and shaved her pubic area, wanting to be as clean as possible for this encounter. She left her socks on, which she actually had worn specifically for the occasion. She liked the contrast of the socks and the rest of the exam exposure. She picked up the large towel and wrapped it around her waist, then hopped up onto the table. “Doctor, I’m ready,” she called out.

After a few seconds the Doctor knocked on the door. “Joan, may I come in?” This was a courteous playdoctor. He entered and saw her saw her seated facing away from him, dressed in the vest and her lower body covered by a towel. He was carrying his clipboard and notes and crossed the room to stand in front of her.

“All right, Joan,” he said, consulting his notes, “we’ll be doing a complete female physical today.” The playdoctor was a little nervous, but having the notes and seeing the patient ready for him gave him a boost of confidence. Pretending that she had filled out a medical history form beforehand, he continued. “I’ll be asking you questions as we go along, and you please ask any questions that you might have.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“First, when was your last menstrual period?” he asked.

“I had a hysterectomy three years ago…so three years ago,” she answered. “I still have my ovaries, though. I’m not on hormones.”

“Last pap smear was a year ago, correct?” he continued.

“Yes.”

“Last breast exam?”

“A year ago also. And a mammogram just after that.”

“Results were normal?”

“Yes.”

He consulted his clipboard with exam components listed. “All right Joan, let’s start by listening to your heart and lungs if we could.” Doctor put the stethoscope earpieces in and held the chestpiece in front of him. He placed his hand lightly on Joan’s shoulder and lowered the steth and brought it up underneath the vest in the back. “Please forgive me if it’s cold.” The doc moved the disc on her bare skin; she could feel it traveling over her. “Just breathe normally, please.” Joan tried, but the circumstances made it slightly difficult. He didn’t look at her, concentrating instead on the sounds, but did glance down once to see a flash of bare skin below the vest’s edge and above where the towel began. “Deep breathing now, please.” She took air into her lungs and slowly let it out. Doc continued listening to her lungs, getting more relaxed with the roleplay as he worked, falling into the rhythm of the interaction with Joan, his patient. “Very good,” he said quietly. He took the steth off her and rearranged the vest in the back. “Now we’ll check your heart.”

He placed the disc on her upper chest, slipping it behind the top edge of the vest. Standing slightly to the side, but facing her, he listened intently as he moved it around, not looking at the patient but concentrating on what he was hearing -- a real person’s heartbeat. He moved it over her, at first a bit gingerly as he brought it lower to the top part of her breasts, but then his technique settled in and he moved it with authority. Joan felt the disc as he listened, felt it move gently but surely over her bare skin. The Doctor’s hands gently slipped beneath the paper vest a bit more as he moved the steth down the side of her left breast and then under it, pausing to listen intently at her now-rapid heartbeat. She was conscious of the cool disc of the steth and the light brushing of the doctor’s hand against her breast as he pushed it back and up slightly to position the steth correctly. He moved it between her breasts now, slowly circling upwards and then back down to repeat the same on the other side of her chest. He was careful to keep the vest just slightly open, and only as much as he needed for access, yet Joan breasts were almost in view and he glanced down to see the steth disc moving over the round flesh. He still wasn’t looking at her directly; they were instead using this interval to adapt to the roles and to gain ease with the scenario. His stethoscope exam was nothing beyond proper except perhaps in its length and helped relax them both. And yet she was acutely aware that she was unclothed beneath these exam garments, that she was about to undergo a complete examination, and that it was completely voluntary on both their parts.

“Your heartbeat seems a little elevated, but that’s fairly common exam anxiety. Otherwise everything sounds fine, Joan.” The use of her scenario name helped place them both in the moment, in the situation. He took out the earpieces and moved to stand directly in front of her now.

“Thanks, Doctor. I guess I’m a little nervous,” the patient admitted with a smile, but it was the nervous reaction that anyone would have in this situation, and not unique to this particular circumstance. She was no more nervous than during a real medical exam, which was a relief to her. Actually, being nervous -- or pretending to be -- was an integral part of the scenario, adding to the unease and anticipation.

“You’re doing fine, Joan,” he said with a smile. “All right… I’m going to examine your breasts now. Would you remove the vest, please?” This was when it got serious. At this moment they would enter a place that was special to them both, perhaps for different reasons, but nonetheless it was a milestone, and they both knew it. It was the point that began the real trust between a playdoc and his patient, when the roleplay began to live up to its deep-seated potential. Just as with a real doctor, it was the moment of exposure, of revelation, of modesty denied, where the patient would begin the sharing of her private areas with her exam provider. It wasn’t a prurient moment, nor was it erotic in the typical sense, but more the sealing of an agreement, a pact that the doctor’s gaze upon her would be professional, a healing, in her best interest. Only in that spirit would any woman allow such an exam ever, real or play.

Dr. Welch was consciously working on maintaining a completely matter-of-fact demeanor, even as this playexam was about to enter more intimate territory. The moment of first exposure was something that he was looking forward to, naturally. No straight man could fail to be intrigued by female breasts, but in his role as a playdoctor his mind was at least halfway on other things, foremost on doing a good job for his patient who sat before him. Although he knew that she had voluntary put herself in this situation because of her interest, the exposure was still a big step to take and he could empathize with both the hesitation and the desire to expose that any playpatient would feel.

Joan was feeling both. She didn’t want to ignore her natural hesitation and modesty, and yet there was definitely a freedom here to fully realize whatever inherently appealing qualities existed at the moment she would expose her breasts to the playdoctor. Sitting here about to take off the vest, she felt a bit uncomfortable and self-conscious, but she was also at this moment completely by her own choice. She had the power to go forward or stop everything, and she wanted to go forward.

And so Joan allowed herself to open up the vest and slip it slowly down off her shoulders, leaving her naked to the waist in front of the doctor. She took a shallow breath as she settled back into her skin, feeling the cool air on her breasts. She met the doctor’s eyes for a brief moment. He gave her a serious look and took a step backwards, able to look for the first time at Joan’s exposed breasts, generously-sized with large pale pink aureola and quarter-inch nipples. Joan didn’t try to cover them, but Dr. Welch could see that her breathing had increased a bit.

Taking his time with this basic visual inspection allowed both of them to savor the moment. Joan was experiencing her first real period of nudity in front of the doctor, and the playdoctor had been granted initial access to his patient’s body. Dr. Welch decided it was time to move onto the real examination.

A Real GynoPlay Exam, Part 2

“Now, Joan, please sit up straight and put your shoulders back.” Joan obeyed, and the position caused her posture to improve and her breasts to pull up a bit. The doctor looked at her for a long moment. “Now put your hands on your hips and pull your shoulders back again, please.” This jutted her breasts out more, and she knew that this was one of the proper steps in a thorough clinical breast exam. “Now please move your elbows forward,” he asked quietly. “Very good.” The doctor was looking for any irregularities that he could visually discern before he examined her with his fingers. With a doctor’s dispassionate gaze he watched as her ample breasts revealed their contours. There was another part of him that was naturally taking in the never-boring sight of a woman’s naked breasts, but he was surprised that the clinical curiosity was so compelling. It was one thing to look at anybody’s breast, but another to look at his patient’s mammaries with the breast exam protocol in mind. He stepped closer to her. “Now I’m going to feel for your lymph glands under the armpit,” he explained as his fingers touched her for the first time, his hand pressing into her flesh as he went through the motions, hoping of course that he didn’t really feel anything unusual. He did the left side first and then moved on to her right side in the same way.

Joan thought she might have felt more strange in this situation, but instead of strange it was fascinating to feel this playdoc’s hands on her, knowing that it was a game yet one played with absolutely conviction. Even during her real exams she wasn’t one to get too freaked out, and it was good to know that this playexam was following suit. She didn’t want to hate it; she wanted to experience it to try to understand her fascination. There was not much difference between a real medical touch and what Doctor Welch was doing, so well-versed in the proper procedure was he. The only thing that might have been different was that she could not recall whether or not her nipples got hard during her real exams, and they were getting hard now. Understandable.

“I’m now going to begin the palpation and examination of your right breast,” he announced. Joan sat still as she felt the untrained but not unknowing hands of the playdoctor on her skin, three fingers pressed together and pushing into her flesh, beginning at the outer edge nearest to her side. He made a small circular pattern as he began moving up and around the perimeter of her breast slowly, pressing deeply, feeling thoroughly, then down between her breasts and then underneath, his fingers still pushing in as the rest of her breast rested on his hand as he worked. He continued, slowly tightening the diameter of his circular patterns as his fingers examined every bit of her breast tissue. They pushed deeply into her ample breasts, which the playdoctor found interesting as she was larger than the other women he had examined. It was more difficult to feel the underlying structure with large breasts, and noted to himself that he would need to pay special attention during the supine examination part that would soon follow.

Joan remained still and quiet during his palpations, instead paying strict attention to the feel of his probing fingers and to the frisson of reality that was beginning to infuse the whole scenario. She didn’t have the serious dread that was present at a real exam, but more a sense of hyper-awareness to the actions of the doctor. Was it embarrassing? Did she feel creepy? Not at all, she decided. It felt intriguing.

His fingers finally ended up at her areola, and he noted that Joan’s nipples were now quite erect. Noted, but did not mention. A real doctor wouldn’t mention nipple erection. He knew that Joan knew her nipples were hard, and that was enough.

“Joan, I’m going to squeeze your nipple now to check for any discharge.” Joan looked down as the doctor took her erect right nipple in between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it several times. “Good.” Both their attentions focused on her erect nipple, its very hardness a tacit signal that the exam was going successfully. He removed his hands from her for a moment and scribbled something on his notes.

“All right, Joan, I’m going to examine your left breast now. You’re doing just fine.” The doctor performed his thorough maneuvers on her other breast, following the protocol as before, again covering every inch of her flesh with his professional touch. Since each breast felt slightly differently, it was impossible not to pay total attention, and it was like going down a new highway in your car and being careful to note the landmarks. And it was as riveting for Joan also. She analyzed Doctor Welch’s technique, the way his fingers searched her tissues and manipulated her breast flesh. It wasn’t a massage or foreplay -- this was an examination, and she was acutely aware of the difference. This time she was more interested in watching his hands as he examined her, fascinated by the way it looked as his fingers disappeared deep into her. She was both an observer and the object, and she enjoyed the distinctions between the two states. When he had finally reached her left nipple, his fingers were as adept as any real doctor’s and she was completely sure that she was in the hands of a good playdoc. Two squeezes later and he was through with this part of the exam. “Very good. You can put the vest on again if you’d like, Joan.” He jotted down a few more notes as Joan pulled on the paper vest again and closed it loosely over her naked breasts. An important part of the playexam was the repeated patient exposure; although one of his other patients had wanted to be completely nude during the entire exam, Joan indicated that she wanted to cover back up when possible and have to re-reveal as necessary. Doctor Welch heard the crinkling of the vest and he looked up at her again.

“Okay, Joan. I’d like for you to lie back on the table and I’ll examine your breasts again in that position.”

He watched as his patient swung her legs up on to the table, holding the drape tightly around her waist with one hand and the vest closed with the other, and lay back. This time Doctor Welch delicately opened the crinkly paper top to expose Joan’s breasts again. In the supine position they were now slightly flattened but still quite rounded, due to their size. “Joan, would you put your right arm up and behind your head, please? This makes it easier to feel all the underlying structures and muscles as I examine your breasts.”

She followed the doctor’s instructions, the paper vest crinkling as she moved, trying to relax as she lay there bare to the waist in front of the doctor. Being prone on the table signified the beginning of the second phase of the exam; she felt slightly more passive not sitting up anymore, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She was more aware of her nakedness now. Possibly seeing her legs sticking out from beneath the bottom of the towel/drape reminded her that she was indeed nude beneath it and that soon it would be removed, too. Perhaps it was the sight of her bare breasts and her uncovered abdomen that made her feel more exposed. She definitely felt different, but for now there was the rest of the breast exam to concentrate on.

Doctor Welch began his exam on her right breast with the same motions as before, but in this position her breasts were situated differently and when he pushed down he could feel the chest wall beneath the flesh. Although he had only a few moments before examined this same breast, it felt like a new world now, and it was fascinating. Again, he noted the difference between this large breast and the smaller ones he had probed before. Even in this position the large breasts were more unknowable to his fingers.

“Joan, do you perform self-exams every month?” he asked as he continued his circular patterns. “With larger breasts it’s very important.”

“Yes, Doctor, I do,” Joan replied calmly, looking down at the doctor’s hands as they moved over her bare breast.

“And you need to do it both sitting up and lying back like this,” he reminded her as his fingers made their way over her flesh in small circles.

“Yes, I definitely will,” Joan promised. Then they fell silent again as the doctor’s examination continued, finally ending again with another squeeze of her still erect nipple.

“Good. And we’ll be sure to set you up with a mammogram, of course. Now, let’s examine your left breast. If you could put your left arm up, please,” he requested.

Joan lowered her right arm and raised the left in the same way; in a moment she was being examined again, her left breast palpated and probed in Doctor Welch’s thorough manner. She had to admit that this examination was going strictly according to all the instructions she had ever read about a proper clinical breast exam, and she was impressed with Welch’s knowledge and technique. Had their been hesitation on his part, or a perceived lack of serious intent, or a hurried-over detail, some of the realism of this encounter would be lost, but there was no concern of that happening. This playdoctor took his roleplaying seriously.

Doctor Welch was also quite impressed with his patient. Though she was probably nervous on some level, she was cooperative, interested, totally immersed in this playexam. Her embracing of the moment helped him to inhabit the doctor role with total commitment, and he felt he was doing a good job so far. There was, of course, a side of him that stood apart and amazed that here he was, playing doctor with a woman, using his fingers and hands to freely manipulate and examine her uncovered breasts. That part of what he was doing was exciting and erotic, and yet the actual medical protocol of administering a proper breast exam demanded a great deal of focus and though he couldn’t quite believe it himself, he was rather more fascinated than sexually stimulated. It had been that way with the other exams he did also, and he had decided then that the real erotic payoff (if there was one) for a playdoc was in contemplating the examination afterwards, perhaps days later, and marveling that it had taken place at all. He wondered if it were the same for the patient, although Joan’s hard nipples showed otherwise, and there were other signs that could become apparent as the exam went on.

“Very good, Joan, you can put your arm down now.” he said. “I’d like to listen to your heart again and then your abdomen.” He put back in the stethoscope earpiece and touched the disc between her still uncovered breasts, moving it over and around her breasts and listening intently. He moved it lower and began to travel it over her middle section, hearing faint digestive noises. “I’m listening for standard bowel sounds.” The steth was definitely a revealing instrument; he was fascinated by what he heard and he also enjoyed the tactile sensation as he pushed it against the patient’s belly. Doc Welch worked it over her entire abdominal area, moving lower and lower until he reached the edge of the drape just below her waist. Wanting to maintain his patient’s semblance of modesty at this point, yet knowing that the feel of the stethoscope slipping to her lower abdomen would be an interesting sensation, he folded the towel back a few more inches then delicately slipped the disc under its edge as he worked the steth between his patient’s hipbones and listened for the femoral pulse. He moved it to a point on her lower abdomen; as he bent over her he could see the swell of his patient’s pubic mound beneath the drape but did not want to expose anything more just yet. After listening for a few seconds he pulled the disc out from beneath the drape as he straightened up and removed the earpieces.

A Real GynoPlay Exam, Part 3

“All right, Joan, I’m going to examine your left breast now. You’re doing just fine.” The doctor performed his thorough maneuvers on her other breast, following the protocol as before, again covering every inch of her flesh with his professional touch. Since each breast felt slightly differently, it was impossible not to pay total attention, and it was like going down a new highway in your car and being careful to note the landmarks. And it was as riveting for Joan also. She analyzed Doctor Welch’s technique, the way his fingers searched her tissues and manipulated her breast flesh. It wasn’t a massage or foreplay -- this was an examination, and she was acutely aware of the difference. This time she was more interested in watching his hands as he examined her, fascinated by the way it looked as his fingers disappeared deep into her. She was both an observer and the object, and she enjoyed the distinctions between the two states. When he had finally reached her left nipple, his fingers were as adept as any real doctor’s and she was completely sure that she was in the hands of a good playdoc. Two squeezes later and he was through with this part of the exam. “Very good. You can put the vest on again if you’d like, Joan.” He jotted down a few more notes as Joan pulled on the paper vest again and closed it loosely over her naked breasts. An important part of the playexam was the repeated patient exposure; although one of his other patients had wanted to be completely nude during the entire exam, Joan indicated that she wanted to cover back up when possible and have to re-reveal as necessary. Doctor Welch heard the crinkling of the vest and he looked up at her again.

“Okay, Joan. I’d like for you to lie back on the table and I’ll examine your breasts again in that position.”

He watched as his patient swung her legs up on to the table, holding the drape tightly around her waist with one hand and the vest closed with the other, and lay back. This time Doctor Welch delicately opened the crinkly paper top to expose Joan’s breasts again. In the supine position they were now slightly flattened but still quite rounded, due to their size. “Joan, would you put your right arm up and behind your head, please? This makes it easier to feel all the underlying structures and muscles as I examine your breasts.”

She followed the doctor’s instructions, the paper vest crinkling as she moved, trying to relax as she lay there bare to the waist in front of the doctor. Being prone on the table signified the beginning of the second phase of the exam; she felt slightly more passive not sitting up anymore, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She was more aware of her nakedness now. Possibly seeing her legs sticking out from beneath the bottom of the towel/drape reminded her that she was indeed nude beneath it and that soon it would be removed, too. Perhaps it was the sight of her bare breasts and her uncovered abdomen that made her feel more exposed. She definitely felt different, but for now there was the rest of the breast exam to concentrate on.

Doctor Welch began his exam on her right breast with the same motions as before, but in this position her breasts were situated differently and when he pushed down he could feel the chest wall beneath the flesh. Although he had only a few moments before examined this same breast, it felt like a new world now, and it was fascinating. Again, he noted the difference between this large breast and the smaller ones he had probed before. Even in this position the large breasts were more unknowable to his fingers.

“Joan, do you perform self-exams every month?” he asked as he continued his circular patterns. “With larger breasts it’s very important.”

“Yes, Doctor, I do,” Joan replied calmly, looking down at the doctor’s hands as they moved over her bare breast.

“And you need to do it both sitting up and lying back like this,” he reminded her as his fingers made their way over her flesh in small circles.

“Yes, I definitely will,” Joan promised. Then they fell silent again as the doctor’s examination continued, finally ending again with another squeeze of her still erect nipple.

“Good. And we’ll be sure to set you up with a mammogram, of course. Now, let’s examine your left breast. If you could put your left arm up, please,” he requested.

Joan lowered her right arm and raised the left in the same way; in a moment she was being examined again, her left breast palpated and probed in Doctor Welch’s thorough manner. She had to admit that this examination was going strictly according to all the instructions she had ever read about a proper clinical breast exam, and she was impressed with Welch’s knowledge and technique. Had their been hesitation on his part, or a perceived lack of serious intent, or a hurried-over detail, some of the realism of this encounter would be lost, but there was no concern of that happening. This playdoctor took his roleplaying seriously.

Doctor Welch was also quite impressed with his patient. Though she was probably nervous on some level, she was cooperative, interested, totally immersed in this playexam. Her embracing of the moment helped him to inhabit the doctor role with total commitment, and he felt he was doing a good job so far. There was, of course, a side of him that stood apart and amazed that here he was, playing doctor with a woman, using his fingers and hands to freely manipulate and examine her uncovered breasts. That part of what he was doing was exciting and erotic, and yet the actual medical protocol of administering a proper breast exam demanded a great deal of focus and though he couldn’t quite believe it himself, he was rather more fascinated than sexually stimulated. It had been that way with the other exams he did also, and he had decided then that the real erotic payoff (if there was one) for a playdoc was in contemplating the examination afterwards, perhaps days later, and marveling that it had taken place at all. He wondered if it were the same for the patient, although Joan’s hard nipples showed otherwise, and there were other signs that could become apparent as the exam went on.

“Very good, Joan, you can put your arm down now.” he said. “I’d like to listen to your heart again and then your abdomen.” He put back in the stethoscope earpiece and touched the disc between her still uncovered breasts, moving it over and around her breasts and listening intently. He moved it lower and began to travel it over her middle section, hearing faint digestive noises. “I’m listening for standard bowel sounds.” The steth was definitely a revealing instrument; he was fascinated by what he heard and he also enjoyed the tactile sensation as he pushed it against the patient’s belly. Doc Welch worked it over her entire abdominal area, moving lower and lower until he reached the edge of the drape just below her waist. Wanting to maintain his patient’s semblance of modesty at this point, yet knowing that the feel of the stethoscope slipping to her lower abdomen would be an interesting sensation, he folded the towel back a few more inches then delicately slipped the disc under its edge as he worked the steth between his patient’s hipbones and listened for the femoral pulse. He moved it to a point on her lower abdomen; as he bent over her he could see the swell of his patient’s pubic mound beneath the drape but did not want to expose anything more just yet. After listening for a few seconds he pulled the disc out from beneath the drape as he straightened up and removed the earpieces.

“Very good. I’m now going to palpate your abdomen and feel for your various organs. Please let me know if there’s any pain or if the pressure is uncomfortable.” He cupped three fingers of his hand and placed them just below Joan’s breasts, then pushed down on them with his other hand. Doc Welch could feel her flesh yielding under his touch as he pressed her upper abdominal area, tapping his way around her belly and listening for percussive changes. There was obviously a lot more detail that he could go into here, such as expressly feeling for individual organs, but for the purposes of this examination it would suffice to check for general tenderness of the area. His fingers moved around her navel then a little lower, barely grazing the top of the drape. “Any tenderness here, Joan?” he asked.

“No, none at all,” she answered.

"Good. It feels like you have a slightly distended bladder, but there’s nothing unusual." He continued pressing on her lower belly, moving his fingers in small circles. Joan watched intently as without wasted movement he folded back the top of the drape to expose the top of her pubic mound, which he now noticed was completely shaved. His fingers pushed into her flesh as he went lower, feeling the more rounded area of the upper mons, the labial split just barely visible. She felt more exposed than ever now, her entire upper body and now her more private areas beginning to be revealed to the playdoctor’s gaze. It made her a little nervous, but was completely authentic to exam protocol, though in a real exam the doctor may or may not have left her breasts uncovered. This part of the exam completed, Doctor Welch removed his hands from her and straightened up again, then pulled the paper vest closed again over Joan's breasts and re-adjusted the drape, restoring her modesty for the moment. They had agreed beforehand that in accordance with real protocol Joan would not be completely nude during the exam, and so during the pelvic portion of the exam she would otherwise be covered. "Everything seems fine, Joan. Do you have any questions so far?"

“No, Doctor, I don’t. Thanks.”

“All right then. I’m going to need you to scoot your bottom down to the very end of the table, and place your legs over the supports.” He motioned towards the two chairs that had been set up as makeshift stirrup supports for this exam scenario. They would serve more like the knee supports that were in use in some offices, rather than holding the feet like most American women were used to. Doctor Welch moved to the end of the table and consulted his notes as Joan moved herself down the table until she could hook her legs over the provided chairbacks. This spread her legs very wide, and she pushed down on the drape so that it covered the area between her legs a little better. Dr. Welch gave her a quick glance as she got into position. He saw that she was careful to keep the vest closed over her breasts, and had adjusted the draping to keep herself covered as much as possible with her legs now spread wide. He could also see that she wasn’t situated far enough down the table. The patient’s rear needed to be at the very brink of the table, which always seemed like too far if you were the patient. “Could you move a little further down the table, please?” he requested. Joan moved a few more inches until she heard the doctor’s “Okay, that’s fine. You can put your head on these towels to raise up a little.”

Joan lay there, her knees draped over the chairbacks, the drape covering her lower half and hiding her pubic area from the doctor. “All right, Joan, I’m going to be starting your vulvar and pelvic examination now. I’ll give you a hand mirror so that if you want to see anything that I’m doing, you can use it to watch.” He handed her a mirror with a long handle. This gesture was evidently standard practice in some gyno offices, and was particularly germane here in this circumstance, as it would afford the patient an opportunity to be both the subject and observer of the exam. “I’ll explain everything as I go along,” he added, “but please ask any questions that you might have, in case I don’t cover them.”

Joan’s heart began to beat strongly. “Yes, thanks, Doctor. I will.”

A Real GynoPlay Exam, Part 4

The doctor surveyed the examination setup and instruments. A lamp, vaginal speculums, swabs, gloves, lubricant, thermometer, penlight – everything he would need for a thorough examination. Then he looked at his patient before him, her legs spread, the drape modestly covering her genital area for the moment. She had left her socks on, though of course her legs were bare. Unlike a real doctor he allowed himself to soak in the extreme intimacy of the situation and the unique dynamic that allowed he and his patient to meet in this manner. He wondered if actual doctors could totally separate their professional situation from the basic intriguing premise of being in this position, that is, as a man about to have a woman’s genitals bared before him, and to be allowed to examine and probe them.

As for Joan, she was acutely aware of her position as she lay on the table with her legs spread apart, only a thin towel separating her private parts from the playdoctor’s gaze. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but knew at least that her heart was beating faster in anticipation of what was about to happen. If exposing her breasts was a big step, putting your genitals on view to a complete stranger was another level entirely, especially within the shared mindset and context here. There were obviously sexual elements present – could anything that involved female nudity ever not have them? -- but the exacting playexam scenario both limited and expanded the possibilities for both of these participants. Most people wouldn’t be able to get beyond the obvious, and would not understand what was going on inside their heads, but both Dr. Welch and Joan were working on a different level of expectation and appreciation.

Doctor Welch snapped on the lamp and pointed it to shine on the drape, pulled on a pair of the latex gloves, then seated himself on the chair directly between her legs. “Joan, I’m going to remove the drape now,” he said matter-of-factly, his hands steady as he pulled up the edge of the draping slowly, revealing her vulva to him. He took a deep silent breath as he took in the view. Joan looked upward and concentrated on feeling the material being lifted from around her legs, then higher, as finally the doctor removed it entirely and she lay exposed before him. The height of Doctor Welch’s chair put Joan’s pubic area about nine inches below his eye level, just perfect. He calmly adjusted the light to shine more directly on her, taking a moment to orient himself and become comfortable with this new situation. Joan thighs were wide open before him; her pubic area was clean-shaven, her pink outer labia slightly parted from the position she was in. He could not see any of the other structures clearly at this point, although he could see that her labia minora were on the thicker side rather than thinner. He could see a slight moistness glistening on the vulvar tissues, an indication that Joan was probably experiencing some arousal at this point, completely normal under the circumstances. Of course he would not mention it.

Joan allowed herself to look away from the ceiling now, and saw her spread legs with Doctor Welch framed between them, her body naked from the vest down. She could feel the heat of the lamp on her exposed pubic area. She wasn’t sure what she felt – not embarrassment, certainly, not humiliation, but instead a calm relief and at the same time a sense of freedom mixed with opposite of it – she was just following doctor’s orders, after all -- as she lay revealed here on this table under the explicit gaze of her playdoctor.

The doctor reached for the written checklist, mostly to break the tension and put the roleplay strictly in place now that Joan was in a vulnerable position. “Joan, I’ll be assessing all your external genital structures first and then continue to the internal. I like to do an extremely thorough work-up so this will probably be much more detailed than exams you’ve had before. Be sure to tell me if anything I do causes you pain or discomfort.” This portion of the exam would be a protracted version of the standard external exam, which he knew from speaking to women was usually very cursory. During this playexam it also was an excellent opportunity for both playdoc and patient to further inhabit their roles, to take part of a real exam and expand it to fit the gynofetish mindset, to give the doctor more hands-on experience and allow the patient to be scrutinized in a very specific and prolonged way.

“Yes, Doctor, I will.” She knew that Dr. Welch’s eyes were on her genitals now; she couldn’t decide if she felt embarrassed now…didn’t feel exactly like it, it felt like a real exam, didn’t feel too weird. Joan picked up the hand mirror and positioned it so that she could see between her own legs; it was a little odd, but it actually calmed her. Plus, she wanted to see the exam from this angle, to share the doctor’s experience and lay it on top of her own as the patient. “All right, Joan, you’ll feel me touching you now,” he warned before he made contact with her inner thigh, then moved on to her most private area. She watched intently as Dr. Welch finally touched her vulvar area, pressing the index and third finger of one hand against her outer lips, pushing gently but firmly first down one side and then the other, moving his fingers in tight little circles.

“I’m checking for lumps or anything unusual on your outer labia, Joan,” he explained as he continued his deliberate examination. “I don’t feel or see anything out of the ordinary. Normally we also note the pubic hair pattern, but since you are shaved we’ll skip that,” he said as he moved his fingers higher to palpate her fleshy mons area. Joan watched in the mirror as he worked, not feeling anything other than professional adeptness in his touch, but fascinated to see his fingers moving over her genital area with such care.

“Very good so far, Joan. I’m now going to separate your outer lips – “ Joan watched as he gently pushed apart one side of her labia majora – “ and we’ll take a look at your labia minora.” As he held one of her outer lips open to the side, he took the fingertips of the other hand and pressed them into the flesh between the larger and smaller lips, then unhurriedly moved them up and down, feeling again for any abnormalities. He did the same on the other side as Joan watched in the mirror, curious and thoroughly absorbed in the examination so far. The doctor then placed fingers on both sides of her labia majora and pulled them apart at the same time, starting at the top of her pubic area and moving down an inch at a time as he spread her labia wide in order to begin closer examination. He noted that she had labia minora that were puffy at the top and thinner below, and slightly thicker on the left side. As he observed her opened vulva area, he noted that he could not see her clitoris at this point, nor did spreading the labia majora open up the vaginal orifice to full view.

“Joan, everything looks fine so far. I’m going to examine your clitoris and clitoral hood now. This can sometimes feel a little unusual and you may experience some sensation. Just relax.”

“Yes, Doctor.” She watched as Dr. Welch used one hand to separate the labia majora at the top, then used the other hand to pull back and up on Joan’s clitoral hood, revealing Joan’s clitoris. It was approximately a quarter inch long, and well hidden by the generously folded hood. He pressed the hood further back to check for any adhesions; there were none.

“Joan, I’m going to palpate the clitoral shaft now.” He gently used his fingers to see if he could feel the hidden structures of Joan’s clitoris, but was unable to feel much as most of Joan’s clitoris appeared to be evident when the hood was retracted. “Most of the structures of the clitoris are under the skin and it’s good to assess them during this exam.” He noticed a very small muscular spasm in the lower vulvar region as he gently probed her clitoral bud. He was most definitely not trying to provoke a sexual response here, but this sensitive area was bound to elicit some kind of reaction.

Joan watched in the mirror as Doctor Welch worked, and was intrigued to actually not feel any sort of specific sexual stimulation from this part of the exam. It really felt like a medical procedure, and she was probably most fascinated by the act of watching it rather than the physical sensations she was experiencing. She enjoyed seeing the playdoctor’s gloved fingers probing her.

“I hope that wasn’t uncomfortable for you, Joan,” Doctor Welch commented as he removed his hands from her and glanced over at his notes. The playdoctor asked this as an opportunity for the patient to express any doubts or embarrassment with the examination so far; some women enjoyed feeling this way and liked to talk about it with the doctor. “Some women are upset that they experience mild arousal sensations during the clitoral examination, but it’s nothing unusual, of course, and nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“No, Doctor, it felt fine. I appreciate your being so thorough.” Joan could see in the mirror that her genital area was becoming a bit pinker in color, which definitely meant that she was experiencing some physiological changes from this roleplay, but nothing overt so far, and she wasn’t expecting any.

“Good. I’m now going to take a look at your urethral opening.” He took one hand and spread open her labia minora just below the clitoris, pushing her lips very wide apart and pressing slightly downward to bring her urethra into full view. “Everything looks fine, nothing unusual here,” he said quietly as he continued to look, moving his fingers slightly to bring the Skene’s glands (located on either side of the urethra) into better view. At the same time he noted the slightly rougher texture of the inner labia minora, and of course their color. As he spread his fingers her vaginal opening came into full view, and he thought to himself that this area was such a very interesting junction of fleshy folds, all the bright pink flesh meeting here at the entrance to the vagina.

“Joan, have you ever had any urinary tract infections?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” she answered. “Not for a couple of years, but I did have a couple.”

“Of course it’s important to wipe from front to back to help avoid them,” he advised her. “Also urinating after intercourse can often prevent them too,” Doctor Welch offered to her. “Now I’m going to massage your urethra to check for any discharge.” Joan watched as the playdoctor slipped his index finger just inside her vagina and stroked his finger a few times on the upper wall under the urethral area, watching for any secretion. It definitely felt unusual to Joan and not unpleasant. “But as I said everything looks normal here, Joan.”

“That’s good, Doctor.”

A Real GynoPlay Exam, Part 5

“Okay, Joan, I’m going to begin the digital vaginal examination now. You’ll feel my two fingers go inside you and press all around the entrance first. We don’t use any lubrication for this part of the exam but you shouldn’t have any discomfort. Just relax.” Joan paid close attention as Doctor Welch took his index and third finger and introduced it into her vaginal opening about an inch, moving it in a slow circular motion. “Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable or like anything more than light pressure,” he instructed her as he pushed his fingers in another inch and made the same circuit, being careful to make a complete circle and not miss any area. Joan enjoyed the sight of the doctor’s fingers entering her and circling around, and yet the specific motions were not sexual at all and what she was feeling wasn’t exactly sexual either, just diffusely pleasant under the circumstances.

Doctor Welch was also enjoying the sensation of palpating Joan’s vaginal entrance, his fingers sure and thorough as he made his exacting circuit of her inner flesh. It was exciting, he knew, but somehow that sounded lame to him, and it was more of an awestruck experience to do this, and mere excitement seemed too blasé a word to describe it. Part of the intrigue was being able to take as much time as he cared to in this slow examination, being able to look and touch as much as he had always wanted. The female genital anatomy was fascinating and never more so than under this close scrutiny, the structures close at hand and open to his gaze. Was he getting sexually stimulated? Sure, that was a part of this whole fetish, but wasn’t the point of it. He knew instead that the mental pictures he was storing up now would be much more exciting days, weeks and months from now as he thought back on this playexam. Right now his only indulgence was the thorough examination of the patient.

Doctor Welch’s fingers were now inserted about three inches into Joan’s vaginal entrance. “Joan, I want to test your vaginal tone now. While my fingers are inside your vagina, I need you to tighten the muscles when I say so. Let’s start first with those near the entrance, if you can isolate those. Okay, please squeeze, hold for a count of three, release and continue until I say so.”

Joan concentrated on the sensations emanating from her vagina and tried to tighten the muscles nearest the entrance first. Doctor Welch both saw and felt Joan’s vaginal introitus contract around his fingers in a strong squeeze, hold for several beats, then relax. She repeated the movement, very conscious of the effort it took to isolate the specific muscles and also of Doctor Welch’s fingers as they shifted inside of her to assess the tone in a 360 degree sweep of her vaginal entrance. Joan also watched in the mirror and could see the contraction of her muscles around his gloved fingers.

“All right, Joan. I can feel that you’re able to isolate the introitus muscles fairly well. Very good. Now I’m going to push my fingers in further and then I want you to tighten all your vaginal muscles as much as you can, hold and repeat as before until I say stop.”

Joan watched in the mirror and felt as Doctor Welch went deeper into her vagina with his two fingers. “Now, Joan, begin please,” Welch requested. He immediately felt Joan’s vagina contract hold and release around his fingers, gripping his digits tightly as he slowly moved his fingers upwards, now to each side, and then downwards, feeling the pressure of her muscles on all sides during this exam. “Good,” he said quietly as his fingers assessed the contractions. “That’s fine, Joan.” She relaxed her vaginal muscles. “Your muscle tone is excellent, “ he commented as he withdrew his moist gloved fingers from her vagina. Because this was a playexam he knew that the act of inserting and withdrawing fingers and instruments was part of the fascination for both of them, and he wanted to take advantage of this. “This is a particularly important thing to maintain as you grow older, as many women become prone to some urinary incontinence and good muscle tone is a way to prevent it,” he explained to Joan. Another aspect of a playexam germane to the experience was the opportunity to engage in casual medico-talk while the patient is in an exposed position. Both playdoctor and playpatient are acutely aware of the dichotomy between the fairly normal chitchat and the fact that the doctor is clothed, the patient unclothed and in an immodest situation, the subject at hand is incredibly intimate, and yet…they talk as if nothing is unusual.

“You might want to begin doing regular Kegel exercises just to keep up the strength,” Doctor Welch offered as he glanced down at Joan as she lay there and then over at the clipboard to see what else was in store.

“Yes, I’ll look into that, Doctor, thanks,” Joan replied, taking in the situation as she lay there spread before him. Such was the veracity of the roleplay that there was almost no nervousness, or rather only that which goes along with any medically-oriented situation. Playdoctor Welch wasn’t leering, or salacious or untoward in any way, merely methodical, thorough, accurate – all excellent characteristics for a good playexam. This was really about the power exchange between male doctor and female patient, about the permissions granted and justified liberties taken in the name of medicine. Some women may have wanted a more sexualized playexam, but this one was exactly what Joan had in mind as a patient, and obviously fit what the playdoctor enjoyed.

“All right, Joan. Everything looks fine externally and in terms of your internal muscle tone. I’d like to take a vaginal temperature now before we continue to the other areas of the internal examination.” Doctor Welch chose the larger diameter thermometer from his instrument tray and turned back to face her. “Just relax and don’t tighten your vaginal muscles while this is inserted.” Without further adieu he positioned the leading edge of its approximately half-inch diameter at Joan’s vaginal introitus and pushed it inside until only about an inch remained outside of her. Joan wasn’t really aware of any particular sensation, as the thermometer wasn’t as obtrusive as Doctor Welch’s previous digital exam. Doctor Welch took the opportunity to revel in the sight of his gloved medico hands in the performance of their duties, and to again marvel in the entire situation as he sat between Joan’s upraised legs. After a minute or so he broke the silence with a “There, that should do it,” and he slowly pulled the thermometer out. “98.7 degrees,” he noted and pretended to write on her chart. “Very good.” Doctor Welch also noted to himself the shiny vaginal lubrication which coated the instrument. The patient definitely was experiencing some vaginal congestion, as evidenced by a slight reddening of the vulvar region, and of course was producing secretions to go along with it. He had seen more in his other playexams with other women, especially in the exams which were more overtly sexual, but even in this very authentic scenario there was still the fetish element which was clearly at work.

“Joan, any questions so far?” he asked her, giving her an opportunity for feedback and to gauge her reaction to the scenario. “You’re doing very well.”

“I’m fine, thanks, Doctor,” Joan replied. She was exploring the limits of her comfort levels and getting her head into the moment as she lay there.

“That’s good. I’d like to the first of two speculum exams now. I use two different style speculums in order to better visualize all your internal vaginal surfaces,” he explained as he took off his used gloves and put on new ones. Part of the doctor role involved the ritualistic donning and doffing of the latex gloves, and Doctor Welch didn’t want to miss an opportunity, plus it was part of the expected hyper-sanitary and ultra-clean nature of a playexam. Good playdocs were scrupulous in their cleanliness.

Doctor Welch picked up the Graves speculum, the standard two-billed up and down moving metal device supposedly dreaded by women, but he certainly knew better. He adjusted the spec so that the opening would be quite large once it was in, but of course the bills were closed now and would be opened with the thumb adjuster later. Turning the speculum sideways and placing the tip of the bills just against Joan’s introitus, Dr. Welch slowly began to push the speculum inside her vagina, watching as her pink flesh was parted by the device. As for Joan, she was relishing the feeling of the speculum entering her; she enjoyed the sensation as it moved deeper into her vagina, the slight metallic chill adding to the interest. Once it was fully inserted he gently rotated it so the handle was in its proper downward position, then opened it fully with the adjuster. Joan could feel herself being stretched wide and this was also a sensation she enjoyed. As her vaginal walls separated wider, held apart by the metal bills on the top and bottom, Dr. Welch could see the entire interior of Joan’s vagina. When the speculum was opened as fully as possible he locked it into position; picking up the small flashlight from his instrument tray, he flicked it on and shined its beam into the center of the speculum.

Joan’s vaginal side walls were brightly illuminated, their pink and ridged flesh completely open to the doctor’s gaze, her vagina stretched open very wide and held firm by the speculum’s metallic expanse. As Dr. Welch shined the light in her, he could see a small pool of vaginal liquid at the end of her vagina, and since she had undergone a hysterectomy, there was no cervix but instead a seam. The color of the flesh was a deep rosy pink, indicating very healthy tissue. “Everything looks fine here, Joan,” he reported to his patient as he continued to take his time in closely examining her speculum-spread vagina. Joan was holding the hand mirror to the side as the exam proceeded, and she was enjoying watching the doctor as he worked. She enjoyed the sight of her own vagina pulled apart by the speculum, and she adjusted the mirror’s angle so she could see her open genitalia from different views, all of them fascinating to her. As he intently studied her interior he could detect tiny quivers of the vaginal walls, signs that this intimate examination was causing some stimulation in the patient. These were involuntary movements on Joan’s part, of course, and although this was a very clinical and by-the-book playexam, it was natural that there would be overt signs of some amount of arousal induced by the proceedings. How could it be otherwise? Joan’s vulva was exposed in front of her playdoctor, her vagina spread wide open with a metal speculum, and he was studying her most personal internal areas at very close range. And yet every protocol was being observed; doctor and patient were both behaving according to accepted practice -- although of course to a greater degree, perhaps -- and were careful to conform to standard procedure all the way.

“As I said, Joan, your internal vaginal walls look very healthy,” he reiterated as he set the flashlight down. “I would, however, like to remove this speculum and insert the other model, which will give me a better view of the upper and lower walls.” “That’s fine, Doctor,” Joan assented, naturally. Dr. Welch unscrewed the side lever on the speculum, allowing the bills to compress for easier removal. He kept his thumb on the lever, however, and as he slowly, deliberately pulled the speculum out, he began a rotating motion so that he could try to expose the areas of Joan’s vagina that had not been visible with the instrument fully inserted. “As I remove the speculum, Joan, I’m moving it in a circle, but you can see that it’s difficult to effectively see the top and bottom walls,” he explained as he continued pulling it out. Dr. Welch was intrigued by the supple nature of the vaginal tissues as they began to close around the departing metallic object, and as he finally pulled the very tip of the bills from Joan, he marveled that her vaginal introitus closed again completely, leaving no trace of their just-moments-ago amazingly spread status. Joan was of course watching this in the mirror, and from her vantage point it was also fascinating.

“Very good,” he murmured as he set the Graves speculum down, and exchanged it for the more formidable Collins, a heavy stainless steel vertical-bladed instrument which he held up for Joan to see. “The Collins opens up side-to-side, rather than up and down,” Dr. Welch demonstrated. “It’s a good deal larger than the other speculum, Joan,” he explained, “and might feel strange if you’ve never been examined by one of these before. But of course it won’t hurt, it just might feel different as your vagina is stretched open in a way that’s new to you.” He positioned it in front of Joan’s vaginal entrance and gently touched the blade to her flesh, readying her for its push. “Joan, I’m beginning to insert it now,” he said; Joan watched in her mirror as Dr. Welch, holding the speculum upright, placed a finger at the bottom of her introitus, pulling it downward and opening it slightly, then nestled the blades into position and gently but firmly exerted the necessary pressure. The cool steel began to disappear inside Joan, who of course had felt a Collins speculum before, but not in these circumstances. Once he had pushed it inside to its full length, and the wide outer metallic lips of the speculum were flush again her, Dr. Welch began to turn the screw and the blades started to open, spreading her vagina side-to-side and revealing, bit by bit, Joan’s vaginal floor and, on top, pulling her urethra into more prominence and opening her vaginal roof for inspection. The doctor went slowly, careful to expand the bills as far as he could without causing Joan discomfort; one had to be cautious since the bills expanded in a V shape and it was important not to open the inner walls too much.

Once the speculum was opened the proper amount, Doctor Welch took the flashlight and shined it once again inside her, this time being able to see deep into her on the top and bottom. The Collins speculum was large, and it fully stretched Joan, far more than the other instrument. “Are you comfortable, Joan?” the doctor asked. “Yes,” Joan said, and watched in the handmirror as Dr. Welch continued to shine the light into her vagina and visually examine the interior. “I don’t see anything unusual here, Joan,” he reported, looking a few moments more and then placing the light down on the tray. “I’m now going to use my finger on the upper wall to locate your urethral passage, which should help identify the G spot area,” Dr. Welch explained as he turned his gloved right hand palm up, extended his index and third finger, moved them forward between the bills of the speculum and then slid this fingertips along the top wall of Joan’s vagina until they were fully inside her. “Now, Joan, you’ll feel me making gentle forward motions with my fingertips as I move my hand; when you feel any sensation other than just pressure please tell me.”

And so Dr. Welch began repeatedly crooking his fingers, a few strokes each time, then moving minutely forward. Joan felt the pressure of his movements, but nothing too specific, until when he had reached about halfway back out, the sensation definitely changed. “Doctor, there’s a different feeling now,” Joan reported, and Dr. Welch’s fingers stopped. “All right, now that should be where your urethra is, and basically the G spot is this whole area, which is more sensitive. I’m going to press just a little harder now,” he said as his fingers moved with a bit more pressure, “and it will probably feel like you want to urinate.” Joan felt the increased movement, and after just a few seconds the feeling of needing to pee had begun. “Yes, Dr. Welch, I definitely feel it.” He continued his finger movements for a few more moments then stopped. “If this pressure were to continue, eventually the feeling of imminent urination would stop and it would become a more specifically sexualized sensation. A lot of women are amazed that the G Spot is so closely related to the urethra, but it’s been proven. At least the G Spot is real,” he said. The doctor’s fingers had caused definite stimulation, but in this playexam scenario, it would be highly improper for the doctor to go any further with it, and it was interesting enough merely to discuss the sexual implications of the exam findings. Perhaps it was time, though, for the doctor to ask some more pertinent questions in that area.

A Real GynoPlay Exam, Part 6

“Joan, do you have any questions at this point?” he asked as he continued his digital examination, this time pressing his fingers on the bottom of her vagina and occasionally moving them up again to palpate the upper wall. This was one of the time-honored exam situations, that of the doctor with his fingers inside the patient while conversing as if across a dinner table. It was a staple of real exams and forced the patient to go outside herself and reply, while at the same time her body was being poked and prodded. “Any arousal or orgasmic difficulties?” he asked, taking his fingers out of her. “No, not particularly,” she answered. “I tend not to feel much inside my vagina,” she offered. “Well, at least now you know you have a G Spot; that’s something to consider for next time,” Dr. Welch offered agreeably. “Any problems with achieving orgasm?” he asked matter-of-factly, taking the opportunity to pick up his clipboard and glance over the notes. “We didn’t spend much time assessing your clitoral sensitivity before, but I want to go back to that after we finish this part of the exam,” he explained. “I think it’s a tremendously important element of a well-woman visit, and you’d be surprised how many women know almost nothing about the subject.” He looked up at Joan now. “All right?” he smiled. As a playdoctor, he was once again caught in the amazement of being fully present in this moment, with his patient spread open before him and both of them completely at ease.

“Yes, that sounds fine,” Joan agreed. She didn’t quite know what he had in mind, but this exam was agreed beforehand to be utterly clinical so she knew it would be within that parameter. “All right, then, I’m going to remove the speculum and we’ll finish up here,” Dr. Welch said as he turned the screw, releasing the pressure on the bills and slowly closing up the speculum. He went slowly, careful not to pinch her vaginal walls as it retracted, and when it was nearly completely closed he began to pull it out. Joan watched in the mirror as he did so, always marveling at the way the vaginal opening just closed back in on itself even after being assaulted with such a steel invader. Dr. Welch set the speculum back on the tray, and pulled his used gloves off with a flourish, then picked up and donned another pair.

“All right, Joan, the last thing we need to take care of is the rectal exam, which I know is difficult for some women but will be over very quickly.” He picked up a tube of lubricant from the tray and squeezed a generous amount out onto his right index finger. Joan wasn’t looking forward to this; rectal matters and procedures had no interest for her, but it was always an integral part of a playdoctor’s fantasy routine so it seemed the least she could do to go through with it. There was nothing unusual about it in medical terms; all thorough female exams were supposed to include it, but many didn’t, and the digital rectal exam seemed to have achieved a legendary unpopular status among most women. She didn’t even want to watch it in the mirror, but wanted rather to experience it as solely a physical sensation, as more a task to be mastered than a playexam treat. Dr. Welch stood up between her legs to perform this exam. “Joan, you’ll feel my finger pressing up against your rectum,” Dr. Welch explained as he gently pressed his index finger between her ass cheeks and slid his finger to her hole. “Just relax as I’m pushing inside your rectum,” he said soothingly, and she indeed did feel his finger ease past her sphincter and push slowly inward, the lubrication making the passage not uncomfortable, but the sensation was unusual. “You might feel as though you need to have a bowel movement, but you won’t,” he assured as his finger continued its journey inside her. Once it was inserted to its full length he moved it around slowly inside her; Joan tried to enjoy the sensations but mostly merely found them unusual, though not painful in anyway. To the playdoctor, the interesting part was the combination of the physical sensation of his finger inside the tight rectal passage, the slight patient unease, and the overall somewhat forbidden nature of all rectal contact. After a few moments of internal examination, Dr. Welch slowly pulled his finger back, and this surely was a weird feeling to Joan, but she said nothing. The doctor’s finger was now completely out, and Dr. Welch quickly pulled off the glove and threw it away. In a real exam, the doctor might have taken a sample of any stool present, but that wasn’t part of this scenario.

Stil standing, Dr. Welch re-gloved his right hand. “Joan, I’m going to do the recto-vaginal examination now, one finger in your vagina and one in your rectum at the same time, which allows me to feel the wall separating the two areas and get a better assessment.” After putting a small amount of lubrication on the third finger of his right hand, he pressed its fingertip against her rectum, and his index finger was poised at her vaginal entrance. “All right, just relax,” he said, as both fingers began to push inward, her ass and her vagina being penetrated simultaneously to the full length of Dr. Welch’s fingers, till his knuckles were pressed against her perineum. She could feel his fingers moving slightly inside her, up and down and side to side, pushing her inner parts gently, of course with no pain at all and only a very little pressure. As for Dr. Welch, he was fascinated by the feel of the relationship between his two fingers as they explored Joan’s deep interior, realizing how closely the rectum and the vagina were oriented and how much the doctor could ascertain from this examination. And of course he basically just loved the look of his fingers pushed inside of his patient. From his vantage point as he looked down at Joan, he took in the sight of her spread legs, her open and exposed vulva, and his hand moving inside her. It was delightful.

“Everything feels fine here, Joan.” After a few more moments of internal palpation, Dr. Welch slowly withdrew both his fingers and quickly pulled off the soiled glove. “I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable for you,” he said as he tossed the glove away. “You did very well.”

“Thanks, it wasn’t bad. Not what I expected” Joan said, grateful to feel Dr. Welch now taking some tissues and wiping the excess lubrication from around her rectum and perineum. She watched in her hand mirror as he cleaned her up, his hands sure and proper in this procedure, too.

“In a few years I’d recommend a sigmoidoscopy or colonoscopy, but everything seems fine at this point,” he mentioned as he once again picked up and consulted his notes. “Let’s see…I still need to do a bimanual exam on you, Joan,” he reported as he set the notes down and re-gloved his right hand. “I’ll be placing two fingers inside your vagina and pressing upwards and I push down on your abdomen in order to feel your ovaries. Normally I’d be feeling for your uterus, but since you’ve had a hysterectomy that doesn’t apply, of course,” he explained as he positioned his fingers at her vaginal entrance. “Okay, just relax and you’ll feel my fingers going inside you,” he narrated as he began to push his two fingers deep into her vagina as far in as he could go, until his hand pressed against her vulva. Now Dr. Welch took his free hand and pressed it down on Joan’s lower abdomen, just above her pubic mound, pushing down with some pressure and then concentrating the movement with just the index, third and fourth fingers in order to better identify the structures. At the same time he pressed down on her abdomen, he was pushing upwards with his fingers inside her vagina, and as his two hands found their orientation, he was able to push up and he thought he could feel her right ovary. At this moment Joan gave a small moan.

Dr. Welch stopped his movements. “Did that hurt, Joan?” he asked, concerned.

“No, my bladder’s sort of full and it feels like I need to urinate when you press like that,” she reported, somewhat sheepishly. “It doesn’t hurt, though.”

“That’s good, I’m almost done,” he said, returning to his palpations, now moving his fingers and attention to Joan’s other quadrant where he felt for her other ovary. Even knowing that Joan’s bladder was full, Dr. Welch didn’t stop right away, as he knew that the sensations Joan was feeling weren’t bad in a playexam situation, but rather enhanced the patient vulnerability, slight unease and embarrassment she might be feeling, if only as part of the scenario. He pointedly moved his upper hand even lower to press specifically on her bladder, wanting her to experience the pressure again, teasing her a bit. “All right, Joan,” he finally said, “everything feels fine,” and slowly withdrew his fingers from inside her vagina, watching as his glove emerged slick with Joan’s internal lubrication. There was no doubt being a playdoctor was a very good thing indeed, he thought, as he drew off his used gloves.

“Going back to what we discussed before, I think we should definitely spend a little time checking your clitoral sensitivity,” he said as he checked over his notes again. “Let’s see, yes…I need to get a urine sample, too,” he added, looking up at her, “and actually this would be a good opportunity to do a voiding observation to detect any obvious potential continence problems. How does that sound?” he asked, more rhetorically than expecting an answer.

Joan didn’t know what was coming, but she was game. Dr. Welch had been an excellent playdoctor so far and she trusted him completely. He reached for a large glass vessel that sat on the far edge of his instrument tray. “Joan, go ahead and take your legs down from the supports, and I’m going to have you stand up at the end of the table.” Following his instructions, Joan moved her legs off the chairbacks and sat up, then scooted to the end of the table. She rearranged the paper vest around her, and slid down until her feet touched the floor and she was standing, nude from the waist down.

“Joan, I’m going to be seated in front of you. I’ll hold this container between your legs, and I need you to spread your legs apart as far as is comfortable. I’m going to hold your labia apart with my fingers, and then you can begin to urinate. At some point I’m going to ask you to stop and hold, then continue; this will help me to assess your urethral and bladder control.”

If Joan hadn’t just undergone such a thorough exam from her playdoctor, these instructions would have been tremendously embarrassing and impossible to follow, although somehow she wasn’t sure that it would be easy to comply anyway. Joan wasn’t sure she could relax enough. Still, she opened her legs, putting her into a slight squat, then watched and felt Dr. Welch arranging his hand above her mons and then pulling her labia apart from above. “You can start now, Joan.”

No doubt Joan had to pee; she knew her bladder was full and remembered how it felt to have the doctor pressing on her abdomen, and yet, though she was mentally willing herself to begin to urinate, nothing came out. “This is very difficult, Doctor,” Joan confessed, still trying to relax enough to begin the flow. “That’s okay, Joan, take your time. I realize it’s hard to begin,” he sympathized. “There’s no hurry,” he consoled.

In some ways this was so much more weird than the exam had been, and yet it was also exciting and an important part of the playdoctor experience for Joan. Even more so than having her intimate areas probed, standing here and trying to pee while the doctor watched was so personal that she almost regretted agreeing to try it. For the first time she felt a little foolish. “Doctor, I’m not sure I can do this…” she said quietly, still trying, though, to start her urine stream.

“That’s all right,” Dr. Welch said, still sure that she would be able to complete this part of the exam. “Just relax,” he reassured.

And just a second later, Joan made a small sighing noise and indeed it did start to come, just a little trickle of yellowish liquid at first, then the flow became stronger and the bottle began to slowly fill. Dr. Welch watched closely as the urine exited her urethra in a steady stream; after a few seconds he said, “Joan, please stop and hold now.”

Joan tightened her internal muscles and stopped her urine neatly, holding back the flow as instructed. After fifteen seconds, Dr. Welch said “Continue,” and Joan started to pee again, this time uninterrupted until the last drop. The doctor pulled the glass container away, then brought a moistened clean tissue between Joan’s labia to wipe her vulva and then he removed his fingers from between her legs.

“Very good, Joan. You’ll get your lab report early next week. You can sit back on the table now,” he instructed her as he set the urine-filled vessel aside and consulted his notes again. “Let’s see,” he said quietly.

Joan settled back on to the table, reaching again for the towel and covering her lower half for the moment. Dr. Welch looked up from his clipboard. “If we can spend a few minutes assessing your clitoral function, then we’ll be just about done. Can you place your legs in the supports again and recline back, Joan?” he requested.

“Of course,” she answered, as she arranged herself – and the drape – again in preparation for this part of the examination. She watched as Dr. Welch took out a cotton-tipped swab and slipped on another pair of gloves, turning to her with a quick smile.

“Okay.” Pulling back and setting the drape aside, Dr. Welch once again arranged his seat between her spread legs and adjusted the lamp again so that it shone directly on her. “I’m going to probe your clitoral area with the swab, and what I’m basically doing is mapping your sensitivity zone. I will ask you on a scale of one to ten what level of sensation you’re experiencing. For this exam, I prefer that you don’t watch in the mirror but only go by what you feel.”

Joan relaxed, and felt Dr. Welch’s left hand pull apart her upper vulvar region, as the other hand picked up the swab and first touched it slightly above her clitoris.

--To Be Continued; the rest of the story has not been written yet--