“That could not have gone any worse,” I whispered to Laura.

I had just had the most embarrassing consultation with my GP, Dr Sam Payne. Not only did the doctor turn out to be a woman, not a man, as I had expected, but she had correctly deduced that I was usually locked into a chastity device. And then, to top it all, she had accidentally found my scarlet panties.

Feeling dazed, I had left the consultation room and rejoined Laura in the waiting room, where I gave her my one-sentence verdict and passed her the sealed envelope from the doctor. Laura looked puzzled but I said I would explain more in the car, after we had been to a pharmacy.

We walked to a nearby chemist where I was given a large tube of cream and a packet of pills. Laura held out her hand, "I'll look after these," she announced.

Once we were in my car, Laura wanted to know everything that had happened. “Spare no details,” she ordered, so I went through my encounter with the GP and her diagnosis.

“What?! Dr Payne is a woman,” Laura interrupted. “Good grief, I hoped you behaved yourself, muffin.”

“I did try but I wasn't entirely successful, I'm afraid.” I went on to explain that I'd had an erection while being examined. I thought Laura might be angry but instead, she seemed to find it comical.

I went on to tell Laura the diagnosis and, worse, to let her know that Dr Payne had correctly surmised that I wore a chastity cage. What's more, she had then discovered I wore panties.

Laura was almost speechless as I related what had happened. “Oh, my God, sweetie, I so wish I had gone in with you. This is priceless!”

“No! It was embarrassing. It wasn't funny.”

“It sounds hilarious to me, poppet. You can't keep secrets from this Dr Payne.”

Still giggling to herself, she opened the letter and devoured its contents. “I bet you want to know what it says, poppet?”

I nodded, so she continued, “Dear Keyholder, I know this will be inconvenient for you, but I'm afraid that Mr Kelly is not able to wear his chastity cage for seven days to allow an infection to heal. The prescribed cream must be rubbed into his scrotum, penis and groin twice daily to treat the infection and prevent it spreading. I imagine you will wish to apply it yourself, rather than allowing Mr Kelly free access to his genitalia. I have also prescribed tablets for Mr Kelly which I hope will suppress any troublesome erections that might otherwise worry him when free from his cage. The effects will wear off within a day or so from when he stops taking them. If his symptoms worsen, or if his erections are not suppressed, please call me for further advice on this private number, which I request you do not share with Mr Kelly.”

Laura paused to check I'd absorbed what was said, adding, “She's given me her phone number and signed off as Samantha Payne, with kindest regards—how sweet. And I love how she warns about troublesome erections! She's seen what you're like, muffin!”

oooOOooo

Back at the flat, Laura first gave me a tablet to swallow and then applied the first treatment with the cream. Not unexpectedly, her handling of my genitalia caused a massive erection. “I hope these tablets work and this doesn't happen every time, sweetheart,” she remarked.

Sure enough, by the following morning they had worked, but Laura, being a scientist, wanted to verify this, in extremis. After applying the cream and observing no reaction, she whipped off her shirt, and undid her bra, allowing her breasts to spill out. Provocatively, she waved them around, before grabbing my hands and pressing them against her boobs.

I felt some twitches, but, looking down, my penis was no more than a few millimetres longer and wider than it had been. I wanted it to defy the tablets and harden, but it refused to do so.

“That's good, poppet,” she concluded. I wanted to disagree but thought better of it.

“All the same, when you go to bed tonight, I want you to keep your arms outside the duvet. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Miss,” I replied.

“If I think you've been playing with yourself, I will put you in handcuffs all the time we're in the flat, even though that would mean me having to spoon-feed you and toilet you. Is this understood, muffin?”

“Yes, Miss!”

“This is all for your benefit, you know. It's to make sure you don't revert to your bad habit of playing with yourself and wanking off at every opportunity. We both know you're sex-mad, muffin!”

Whether she really believed what she was saying was not something I wished to debate. “I understand, Miss,” I replied.

“And we'll shower together each morning so I can keep an eye on what you're doing. Okay?”

“Oh, yes, Miss,” I responded, with considerably more enthusiasm.

She glared at me. “I don't know why you're getting yourself so excited! We won't be doing anything, not that you could anyway.”

oooOOooo

The week passed by uneventfully. Yes, there were many times when I felt sexually frustrated, none more so than when Laura wanted me to perform cunnilingus, but my penis never hardened. As the old expression goes, the spirit was strong, but the flesh was weak.

I was forbidden to touch or play with myself but I honestly couldn't see anything happening even if I had. If seeing Laura naked or semi-naked was insufficient to cause me to stiffen then I don't think anything would.

For once, as far as I knew, Laura didn't confide in Amy and I avoided being ribbed by her at university.

oooOOooo

Monday soon came around, and I kept looking at my watch, knowing that come 3 PM I would be meeting again with Dr Samantha Payne. Would I get the all-clear? At least it was impossible to imagine I would embarrass myself again by getting an erection.

Laura once more accompanied me to the surgery, and we sat waiting for the tannoy to blare out that it was my turn. The minutes passed and nothing happened, but then, out of her consultation room, appeared Dr Payne, dressed very much as last time, with a short skirt and a semi-transparent white blouse.

I sensed Laura tense up at the beauty of the vision in front of us. The doctor came over to me. “Hello again, Mr Kelly. Is this your... er... partner?” she asked, looking at Laura. Laura seemed speechless but nodded. “Why don't you both come through. You can be his chaperone!”

So, Laura and I both followed Dr Payne into her room. “I'm Sam,” she said, introducing herself to Laura.

“Oh, right, yes! I'm Laura,” my girlfriend replied. “Pleased to... to meet you, doctor.”

“Call me Sam, please, Laura,” she said, smiling. “There's no need to stand on ceremony.” Then, turning to me, she continued, “Mr Kelly, I think you know what to do, so hop behind the curtain and get undressed.”

“Yes... er... Sam,” I replied.

“Mr Kelly! Have I told you that you may call me Sam?”

I blushed. “Hmm... no, I just thought—”

“We need to maintain a totally professional patient-doctor relationship, Mr Kelly, so try to remember that.”

“Er... yes, of course, doctor. Sorry.” I glanced in Laura's direction, and I could tell she was amused by me being scolded.

“Now come on, Mr Kelly, what are you waiting for? Go and get undressed. I don't have all day!” Dr Payne urged, shaking her head in exasperation.

With a last glance at Laura, who was barely masking a grin, I went behind the curtain and got undressed, hiding my pink satin knickers inside the jeans I took off. It was probably pointless doing so, but I did anyway.

I heard Laura and the doctor talking. “So, you're the keyholder, Laura, and you and Mr Kelly are in a dominant-submissive relationship. Is that right?” Dr Payne was not one to mince her words and I could imagine that even Laura might be blushing at her directness.

“Er... yes, that's right. It's not a problem, is it... er... Sam?”

“No, no! Of course not. Mr Kelly has assured me that no coercion is involved. You're consenting adults and you're not breaking the law. If the truth be known, I'm totally envious of you, Laura. I'm sure a lot of women would be.”

“Oh, right, thank you! We... we both enjoy our relationship.”

“I'm sure you do.”

Suddenly, the curtain opened, and the doctor and Laura peered in. I looked at Laura, wondering what she was making of this, but I could immediately tell she was enjoying Dr Payne's style. “Are you ready to be examined, Mr Kelly?”

Dr Payne started inspecting me, saying, “You don't mind if I touch him, do you, Laura? I can't examine without touching.”

“No, be my guest,” declared Laura.

As the doctor pulled and prodded, carrying out a close examination of my most intimate anatomy, she asked, “So how have things been, Laura? I can tell the tablets have worked as there's been no awakening today. It could be dead!” She laughed at her little quip. “Sorry, Mr Kelly, only joking!”

“Yeah, the tablets worked like a dream, doc— sorry, Sam.”

“That's good to know, because they don't work with all men.” She examined me further before announcing, “And the cream has worked as well. The infection has completely gone. Well done, Laura, you've done a grand job.” It was becoming evident that all the conversation was going to be directed at Laura, which made me feel ridiculously small. Was Dr Payne aware that I was finding this humiliating? Something told me that she was very aware!

“Thank you, Sam. I did my best, and he's been a good boy,” Laura answered.

“No choice, I suppose,” the doctor laughed. “I can't see any reason why he can't go back into his cage, and he can stop taking the tablets.”

“Oh! That's brilliant!” exclaimed Laura. “You've been cured, muffin,” she added, grinning at me.

I nodded, not sure what to say. Dr Payne picked up the conversation. “I did ask Mr Kelly to bring in his cage, Laura. I hope he's been obedient and done so?”

“Yes, I have, doctor,” I said, keen to let her know that I was still alive, despite lying flat out on the couch.

“Please, Mr Kelly! I was talking to your keyholder. Please do not butt into conversations that are none of your business. My job is made easier if you only speak when you are spoken to, and not otherwise.”

I felt myself redden at being again chastised by this attractive GP.

“Sorry, I—”

“Shush, Mr Kelly, not another word.” Turning towards Laura, and furrowing her forehead, she asked, “Does he make a habit of interrupting like this?”

“Yes, I'm afraid he does.”

“It's something you need to deal with, Laura, for his own good. I'm surprised his mother didn't tell him the importance of being seen but not heard.”

Laura glared at me, but I knew better than to say anything.

“So, where's his cage, Laura?” asked the doctor.

“It's in his jeans' pocket, Sam,” explained Laura. “Shall I get it?”

“No, I can get it,” Dr Payne replied. Predictably, as she searched through my pockets, so my bikini panties once again fell out on to the floor.

Laura bent down to pick them up, but the doctor stopped her. “I'm sure Mr Kelly can pick them up himself when we've finished. We're not his servants, you know. We've better things to do than run around after him.”

In her hand, she now held my vivid pink, plastic cage. “Hmm...” she said, “this make is popular but there are better models available, Laura. It's a question of cost, but if you were to save up and pool your funds, I'm sure you could afford a better one. This one looks a little on the portly size, so you could get something smaller. And metal is more robust and hardwearing than plastic, you'll find. Some of the more expensive models are keyless and have remote locking and the absolute best even have sensors that relay information to an app. They can detect arousal, would you believe? That's better than any lie detector! I'm told some can even deliver a shock but that may not be true. It could be wishful thinking, Laura,” she joked, chortling at Laura and ignoring me.

“Wow, that sounds interesting,” declared Laura, rather too enthusiastically for my liking. “We'll look into that, won't we, sweetie?” I nodded, lest vocalising my opinion might trigger another telling-off from Dr Payne.

The doctor passed me the cage, saying, “Put this back on, Mr Kelly, so I can see how well it fits. We'll watch you do it, if you don't mind.”

I didn't think for a moment that I could refuse, but I struggled to accept how Dr Payne was treating me. With two pairs of female eyes staring intently at me, I refitted the cage, thankful that at least my penis was flaccid. I snapped the padlock shut and Dr Payne got closer to examine the fit. I caught a glimpse of her lacy white bra. My brain started buzzing but this time there was no response from my penis. It would remain unconscious until the drug wore off.

“As I thought, it is a little on the large size, Laura. He would be far happier wearing a smaller one. Okay, Mr Kelly, we'll give you some privacy to get dressed and we'll wait the other side of the curtain.”

Privacy? After what I'd been through! I hastily got redressed, while listening to the conversation between the doctor and Laura.

“Any time that Mr Kelly has a problem, just give me a call, Laura. No need to go through reception. I'm more understanding than some of the other GPs here and I'll be delighted to see him.”

“Thank you, Sam, that's very kind. Stevie has always dreaded having to see a doctor so it's lovely to know that he now has one who understands his needs.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly, Laura,” laughed the GP.

oooOOooo

“That was embarrassing,” I commented, as we made our way back to the flat.

“Dead right, poppet. It was very embarrassing how you kept interrupting. What were you thinking?”

I was, of course, referring to the embarrassment I had experienced, but Laura had chosen to misunderstand, and I knew better than to correct her.

“Yes... I'm sorry, Miss,” I said, hoping she wouldn't decide that some disciplinary action was called for. “I will remember that next time.”

“Good boy,” she remarked, as if addressing a puppy dog.

“You don't think she was serious about me needing a smaller cage?”

“Why wouldn't she be serious, muffin?” Laura asked.

“Well... er... this one causes me a lot of discomfort. I don't think I could cope with a smaller one, Miss.”

“I didn't think our FLR was run as a democracy, sweetie, where we have an equal say. Hmm?”

“No, Miss, I understand. I was just pointing out that I might struggle with a smaller one.”

“Might struggle? Possibly you might... but possibly you might not. How would we know, if we didn't try?”

I realised I was digging a hole, and now was the time to stop digging.

“I understand, Miss.”

“Good! You'll be telling me next that you don't fancy a device that delivers shocks.” She was smiling as she made that remark, but that was still not especially reassuring.