I signed the union rite to keep my post as governess. The papers tie me to the doctor's medical examinations, and the estate depends on my compliance.
He summons me weekly to the examination room. I sign the consent each time before the leather strap fastens across the table and he commands me to bare myself for his instruments. The restraint tightens with every visit, and so does the pull I cannot name. I could end it with a single refusal. I arrive on schedule instead.
The next session waits, and I dread what the open tray will require of me this time.
Victorian medical examination erotica featuring clinical restraint, commanded exposure, and a dominant physician. For readers who crave medical submission and the governess who obeys.
