Watch out for skin doctors too

Yesterday I went to see my dermatologist about a lump on my wrist. Having worn my new JB for seven days, my KH asked if I should get released before the visit. I told her there was no need since she’d only be examining that specific area. She inspected the wrist and confirmed everything was fine, but then mentioned it had been ages since our last meeting and decided to check all my moles as well. “Take off your top down to your underwear,” she ordered. GULP. The rest of the exam went well; she didn’t push for a closer look below the waist. I suspect most men get flustered under scrutiny because she acted normal even though I was sweating bullets, wondering what I’d say if she spotted the JB. It felt like a close call, and now I’m burning up with desire again. If my KH gives me permission next time, I think I’ll go cage-free.