Okay, I’m back and need to share what happened.
I work in the railroad sector. Every three years, I have to undergo a test alongside a physical exam. My kh didn’t get my exam done promptly, so my employer called up saying I needed it sorted out immediately or else my license would be voided. I tried reaching my kh but she apparently couldn’t answer her phone, so I left without having the device unlocked.
I was fairly confident things would go okay; seeing me naked during these exams is a bit of a gamble. Some doctors do a complete examination while others just check your vitals and ask questions… this time it was the full routine.
This isn’t some thrilling tale or porn-worthy event, in case you’re wondering why I went through with it. It wasn’t sexual at all and was actually quite embarrassing overall.
After the nurse checked my blood pressure, weighed me, measured my height, and asked a few questions, she handed over a paper gown and told me to change while waiting for the doctor. I did so, rehearsing again (practiced in the car on the way just in case) what I would say.
The doctor entered; it was a woman. What is my luck like? The last time I had a female physician, I was 18 and contracted something that made urination painful, requiring me to get rotorootered. It seems whenever embarrassment could strike, I end up with a female doctor.
She checked my throat, palpated my heart, looked in my ears, shone a light into my eyes, and tapped the mallet against my knees. I was asked to do some knee bends and touch my toes (which I can’t), then breathe into a tube for 20 seconds while keeping a small ball hovering. Everything seemed quite standard, so I thought I had escaped unscathed. Then it happened. She wanted me to lift the gown to perform the turn-and-cough test.
I had practiced but still wasn’t sure what to say when the moment arrived. Finally, I blurted out, “Just for your information, so you aren’t shocked or anything, I have something locked on there. I would have taken it off before coming here but didn’t get a chance to retrieve my key. Sooooo please don’t freak out, okay?” She raised her eyebrows slightly but said nothing. She grabbed the device and I performed my turns and coughs, which was that. As she stood up, the only comment she made was, “That thing is really secured on there, isn’t it?” I replied yes, and that settled it. Thankfully, no prostate exam; I would have been horrified (it’s been over a week now, and any pressure causes leakage).
She asked if I had any issues…skin problems, circulation loss, or numbness? I quickly answered no to all of them. She ticked something off on her form, told me I could get dressed as the nurse would be in shortly, and left. I changed, and a nurse indicated that she should lead the way. Not sure if I’m being paranoid, but she smiled… though don’t they always smile? She guided me to the exit and desk. I confirmed they would send my physical results to work, then headed out.
Nothing sexual or extra-curricular about it, just a bit awkward having someone see you in your cage other than my kh. Wonder what the doctor was thinking—did she suspect a chastity device, or some torture tool that provides pleasure? I mean, it looks painful and could easily be mistaken for a sex toy. It’s hard to imagine since I already know exactly what the cage is; would someone who has never seen one recognize it immediately? I think being identified as having a chastity device would be less embarrassing than appearing like some sadomasochistic tool that was hurting me right in front of her.
Anyway, my kh now has company. She isn’t the only person to see me wearing this cage.