Personal Examination
Homer Vargas
MC, Mdom, Fdom, preg
Point of View: Third Person
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Summary: The doctor of “The Examination” series gets
some of his own medicine.
First Posted 1/22/99
Last Edited 10/20/02
Although this story is somewhat self contained, it
ties up loose ends from four earlier stories, of the
“Examination” series. If you have not read the
others, you will probably want to postpone this one
until you have read, preferably in order, “The
Examination,” “On Further Examination,” “Wonder
Woman’s Examination,” and “Examination of a NAG.”
Personal Examination
by Homer Vargas
Dr. James Bock moped about the clinic, making everyone
feel even worse than they did anyway. All the women
had loved Janet. Long after she withdrew from the
practice to bear and care for James’s and her four
children, she remained a mother hen to the women of
clinic staff. No one could understand why Janet
allowed herself to become obese; it seemed beyond even
James’s ability to control. slender female cop caught in shower Thin before her first
pregnancy, Janet added more and more weight as James
made her pregnat with James Jr., Clive, Sophia, and
Susana in quick succession. With increasing weight
came less activity leading to still more weight gain.
A heart attack, unexpected, massive, definitive, had
taken her. James’s sadness affected Amaka most of
all. As her culture and human feeling dictated, she
had stepped in to see to James’s and Janet’s children.
The house Mamma kept for her and her own brood was
small, but Mamma’s heart was large and she smothered
the little orphans with affection. They would be OK.
It was James that worried Amaka.
The relation between a man and woman is mysterious,
Amaka thought. “Good” marriages sometimes are hell
from the inside. Men and women cling to partners that
“everyone” knows are wrong for them, bound by love,
desire, custom, who knows what? Amaka did not pretend
to know what had gone on between James and Janet. It
was another universe from the one she and James
inhabited. In slender female cop caught in shower theirs, James was her master and father
of her children, as he was Janet’s, but he was also
her friend, business partner, and lover. Amaka felt
herself married to James even though he went home to
Janet every night and was married to neither woman.
James made love to Amaka at the office frequently,
usually more than once daily, more frequently, Amaka
believed, than he made love to Janet, especially after
she grew fat. In a way it was like the culture of her
childhood homeland in which James had Janet as his
Senior wife and Amaka was his Junior. wife. The
passion seemed gone from his relationship with Janet,
only love, duty, or whatever it was that bound him,
lingered.
Amaka was, therefore, surprised that Janet’s death had
so devastated James. Only with immense will did he
attend to clients, leaving Amaka to do virtually all
of the seduction and conditioning of the women who
continued to be sent to the clinic in increasing
numbers. Certainly Janet’s death affected their love
making. The joy, the passion on slender female cop caught in shower the now infrequent
occasions was gone. Amaka felt James had transferred
to her the obligatory sex he formerly had with his
deceased partner.
James stopped having sex with the other women of the
clinic completely. It hurt them all, but especially
Suzie and Megan, the youngest women who were highly
sexed. Amaka made a few adjustments in James’s
conditioning of them so that they could at least find
some release in sex with each other, but she could not
erase their desire for James himself.
This could not go on. It would not be easy. She
might not succeed. But she had to try.
When James halfheartedly suggested sex with her in the
office the next Friday evening, Amaka for the first
time said no. She waited to see if he would just take
her. If he wished, he could fill her with an
overpowering desire that would make refusal
unthinkable. He could make her body move at his
pleasure even if her mind remained unconvinced. His
did neither, but only looked at her, puzzled.
“Pick slender female cop caught in shower me up at my house Saturday night at 8:00,
darling. I’ve made plans for dinner. It’s rather
formal,” she smiled. Again Amaka waited to see if he
would go along. If he didn’t want to, he could just
make her forget all about the arrangements. She had
guessed right.
“OK. Why not?” James grinned back, almost shyly. It
was the first smile of any kind Amaka had seen since
Janet’s death.
Saturday was a busy day. A lot was riding on this
night, the happiness not only of her and James, but of
many others. James could make many things right, or,
if she failed, leave dozens of people, himself
included, in misery. Amaka was glad she was a woman.
She had the insight and, she hoped, the charms to make
it happen.
Amaka understood that James felt guilty about Janet’s
death, but perhaps even more about her life. He had
used his powers, not maliciously, but irresponsibly.
He had only just stumbled onto his strange ability
when he met slender female cop caught in shower Janet. She was the first woman whose life
he had remade. Although Janet must have loved James
over and above his power over her and though she had
lived for the children she had borne him, her life had
been wrenched too far from her own goals. James
probably never thought he would fall in love with the
woman whose life he had turned upside down. James
could give janet unbelievable pleasure, but he
regretted he could make her totally happy. Now he
never could.
Most of James clients were probably happier for his
interventions in their lives, but there were a few who
had also suffered from James’s use of his powers.
Amaka suspected that Janet’s death had reminded James
of his culpability in those cases, too. He needed to
face what he had done and repair the damage if
possible, but he had to get beyond it without hating
himself. That was her task.
The element of surprise would be important.
Fortunately, James knew Amaka only as a beautiful, if
exotic, woman who slender female cop caught in shower had fallen somewhat accidentally
into his power. Typically for a man, he had not been
too curious about the woman who had shared her body
with him for the last four years. It was time he
learned some things.
****
“He has to fall in love with me, Mamma,” Amaka
explained.
“He already loves you, child.”
“That’s what he thinks, too, but not totally. I want
it all. Give me juju, Mamma.”
“It’s dangerous girl. Juju could make you evil and
manipulative.”
“No, Mamma. Just give me the good juju”
“Juju isn’t good or bad, Amaka. It draws its power
from what is in your heart. If your motives are even
a little bad, the juju will root in that evil and it
will be multiplied many fold.”
“I have to try, Mamma.”
“Oh, Amaka! Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, Mamma.”
“Amaka you are my first-born daughter. I can’t
believe anything bad of you. If you want to risk
using juju, I will do as you say.”
Mamma went to the corner and pulled a key slender female cop caught in shower from her
bosom to unlock the ancient chest. Carefully she
withdrew several small carved wooden objects. Amaka
knew what she had to do and had brought out candles,
arranging them in an ellipse with a mat in the center.
Amaka stripped and lay naked, perfectly still on the
mat, waiting. Mamma went round the ring of candles,
lighting each and repeating a chant. Then she danced
around the circle of burning tapers, rolling her ample
hips and singing softly, before stepping across the
invisible threshold. With great precision, Mamma
passed one and another of the idols over Amaka’s body.
The final one she passed three times around each
breast and three times around Amaka’s mound, intoning
the age-old ritual. When she finished Amaka was
deeply entranced.
Mamma smiled down at her sleeping daughter, the mother
of her four grandchildren; Amaka was still her little
girl. “Time to get up, honey. Let’s do something
with that hair. You need some practical juju, too.”
It hurt when Mamma knotted Amaka’s hair into scores of
tight plaits. slender female cop caught in shower Into each she wove in a piece or two of
tinsel. It was a five hour job, but when she
finished, both women were pleased with the results.
Amaka went to her bath and soaked a long while,
allowing the oils and unguents to be absorbed by her
soft skin. When she emerged, she glowed.
Naked, Amaka went to her closet and removed a garment
from a back shelf where it had remained for years,
awaiting such an occasion. The noble fabric responded
to the touch of an iron and became as new. Amaka
slipped on a diaphanous blue brassiere and a pair of
navy thong panties and began to dress. First came a
light blue Ero blouse. Then she carefully wound the
Ukmoh around her shapely hips and drew the top in the
same fabric over her breasts and shoulders. It took
several adjustments to get the scalloped hem even with
her ankle bones as Mamma had taught her. Mamma helped
coil the matching Ubaletu around her shining black
plaits and fluffed it slender female cop caught in shower until it added four or five
inches to her height. Matching blue open-toed sandals
with a four inch heel finished the job. Amaka
examined herself in the mirror approvingly while Mamma
looked on with pride. The craft of five hundred
generations of African women had perfected this look.
She would be irresistible.
Mamma opened the door for James and ushered him to the
tiny living room to wait. Perhaps she was unaware of
the psychology of making a man a little impatient
before Amaka made a dramatic entrance. James was just
slightly startled when Amaka greeted him from the
doorway, “Good evening, darling.”
James was stunned. Amaka had been working for him
over four years. He had been fucking her exactly as
long, although they had been making love for a shorter
period. He had seem her daily. He had seen her in
cute mini skirts, in elegant tailored suits, in the
sexy smocks she wore around the office, in hot pants
and bikinis, and of course in nothing at all. Now slender female cop caught in shower as
looked at her, it was if he had never laid eyes on
her, never.
Could this be the woman he worked with every day? No,
standing before him was a princess or a queen. An
empress or a goddess! James could not take his eyes
off the vision that had addressed him. Speech was
impossible. His eyes caressed her from head to foot.
The garment she wore was a deep yet somehow brilliant
blue, a blue of sky that can only be seen from high
mountain tops at twilight. Unsurprisingly, in that
crepuscular background, gold studs and inlays sparkled
like the first stars in the firmament when the sun has
not yet yielded his dominion to night. A headdress of
the same resplendent cloth adorned her head. The
light caught and thrown back by the inlays made it a
diadem.
James scarcely heard as Mamma told the elegant couple
to have fun, that the children would be fine and
ushered them out. As she closed the door, she said
silent prayer to Chukwu Abioma, slender female cop caught in shower et Fillis, and the
Holy Spirit.
Amaka took James’s arm and allowed him to escort her
to the car, open the door for her, and see that she
was seated. Hardly daring to look at his beautiful
companion, James was heading in the direction of the
city before he remembered to ask where they were
going. Amaka told him to drive to the river front.
James was puzzled, knowing there were no restaurants
in that area. Nevertheless, he let Amaka direct him
to park and lead him to the wharf.
A long ramp led to a brightly lighted deck of a dinner
cruse ship. Amaka had timed their arrival well and
only minutes later the vessel weighed anchor and eased
into the deeper waters of mid river, quickly leaving
behind the built-up parts of the city. Cocktails and
canapŠ¹s soon gave way to a full dinner with dozens of
other couples.
James and Amaka didn’t talk much over dinner; James
because he couldn’t; Amaka because it wasn’t
necessary. As he gazed at her, not able to get his
fill slender female cop caught in shower of looking, the words and images of the classic
music video came back to him. Like Whitney Houston,
Amaka could say, “I’m every woman; it’s all in me.”
It was an epiphany; it was time to dance.
The band struck up a Latin beat and James and Amaka
took center stage on the floor. As the combo pumped
out the Salsas and Meringues of Carlos Vives and
Niche, James marveled at his partner. Of course her
dancing was superb. But Amaka put a wiggle in her
hips and a subtle contortion into the movements of her
belly that reminded everyone of the Afro-Caribbean
origins of this music.
The panting couples were taking a break from hard
driving techno-rock when the ship reached its
southernmost point and swung round, allowing those on
both sides to view the long incline up on the Virginia
side towards Mt. Vernon, brilliantly illuminated for
the benefit of the dinner dancers.
On the way back, the orchestra wisely switched to
ballads of the ’60s and ’70s that put everyone in a
mellower mood. As the slender female cop caught in shower liner pulled to within sight of
the Washington Monument, the music had drifted farther
back to Hoagie Carmichael and Cole Porter. James was
holding Amaka very close and they swayed, almost
asleep in each other’s arms, to the magical old
lyrics.
It was well past midnight when the last of the happy
couples descended the gangplank, most looking more at
each other than at where they were going. James
thought Amaka had never felt softer, had never fit
more perfectly into his arms, as if she had always
been there. If, that is, the world had even *existed*
before. Was this not the first night of a newly
created Earth, a terrestrial paradise that might be
lost, but never again equaled? James dreaded for this
night to end. Reluctantly he pointed the car toward
Amaka’s house in Southeast.
“Not that way, darling,” she smiled.
James looked at the lovely woman at his side, not
knowing how to believe his good fortune. He started
to ask her something, but Amaka stopped his lips with
a kiss.
“Home, James,” she ordered.
Amaka seemed slender female cop caught in shower to have no shyness, walking into the
stately suburban home James had shared with Janet.
Without having to ask, she led James to the bedroom.
She allowed him to watch as she removed the Ubaletu
and shook her plaits free. He stared in fascination
as she untied the Ukmoh and let it drop to the floor.
He didn’t have to wait long before in bra, panties and
heels, she began undressing him.
They made love. James had believed he had made love
to Amaka many times. He now realized that he was
wrong. They had only had loving, tender sex. It had
been wonderful sex, but nothing like this. “James,
James, oh my love! Oh my love, James,” Amaka sobbed
between orgasms.
James could only repeat her name like a mantra,
“Amaka, Amaka, Amaka, Amaka” his voice, too, broken
with feeling as he thrust again and again deep into
the woman clinging to him. “One flesh.” The old
Biblical phrase flashed into James’s mind. Until
tonight, it had always struck him slender female cop caught in shower as material and
crude. Now he knew it was but a literal description
of what his and Amaka’s bodies sought — coupling,
joining, fusion, a melting together, a perfect union.
A terrible tenderness came over James as he felt Amaka
drift off to sleep. She lay cradled in his arms, so
perfectly trusting, snuggling closer as her breathing
grew soft. Did any man deserve this trust; did he;
could he earn it? He never wanted her to leave his
side. As James drowsily held the now sleeping woman,
he realized that not only had he and Amaka never made
love before, they had never slept together. “Sleep
together.” It was much so much more than a euphemism
for having sex. It was a totally different way of
making love, one in which the elbows and the backs of
the legs, the knees and the shoulder blades, could
participate for hour after hour, long after the
genitals no longer touched.
The last thing James remembered before going to sleep
was Amaka’s hair tickling his nose. He slender female cop caught in shower could have
flicked it aside, but decided he would rather just
fold her into the crook of his body.
The first thing he saw in the next morning was Amaka’s
smiling face. Compared to this moment, he had never
been happy before. Tears filled his eyes. “I love
you so much, Amaka.”
“And I love you,” she replied. “You are a good man,
James, worthy of a woman’s love. You must believe
that and not keep torturing yourself over Janet.”
“But I …” Amaka stifled his protest with a kiss.
“Whatever you did, Love, is done. Janet left you four
children whom she loved above anything. The best
thing you can do is give them their daddy back.
Look!”
Amaka clapped her hands and two by two the children
filed in. Amaka’s children, being used to constant
coming and goings since they were babies, were more
outgoing than Janet’s. Ify led James Jr. by the hand
even though he was several months her senior. Ijoma
tugged at the shy Clive. Little Jerome and slender female cop caught in shower Sophia
were already best friends and playmates and followed
their brothers and sisters in without coaxing. Mamma
entered last holding the babies, LeRoy and Susana.
As James looked from one to the other, he was consumed
by love for them all. He knew that he had to remake a
life for them as well as for the wonderful creature
lying at his side.
“They’re all *here*” James stated, somewhat
foolishly, but Amaka understood what he meant.
“Of course, they’re here, darling. Mamma brought them
last night. This is their home. It’s our home. They
have a wonderful Mamma, but they need a mother and
father.”
It took a few days to work out the sleeping
arrangements and a routine to get everyone bathed and
fed in the mornings and still permit James and Amaka
to get to the clinic by 10:00 AM or so. The nature of
the practice changed. James and Amaka became even
more equal partners. Now they never took a client
just because his or her partner wanted a subservient
sex maniac. slender female cop caught in shower They interviewed the couple carefully and
made the adjustments necessary, usually to both.
Amaka did not need to tell James what to do about the
ex-clients. Over many weeks and months he made calls,
tracking down people and getting them into the clinic
for business, but within a year things were falling
into place.
*****
It had not been easy to locate Kathy Black. James was
appalled at finding her in a housing project
struggling to support six children by four different
men. When she heard Kathy’s story, however, Kate
Jenkins of NAP (National Association of People) had no
trouble deciding she wanted Kathy to head up her legal
staff. Kate was taking over more and more of the
day-to-day management of the organization formed by
merging NAG and NARN. It allowed Bill time to stay
home and take care of the kids. It was only fair; he
was the one who kept begging Kate to let him make her
pregnant “one more time.”
Kathy was surprised how old Bob Atturbury had changed,
but after making him court her assiduously slender female cop caught in shower for several
months, she agreed to marry him. Bob Atturbury could
have been their grandfather, but Pauline, Carlitos,
Chun and Chan, and Malcolm Jr. couldn’t have been more
delighted. The first real daddy they had ever known
read them stories, and played horsy, and could make an
elephant sound that never failed to set them giggling
hilariously. This was so much more fun than running a
conglomerate, Bob turned his remaining interests over
to Trent. He took Pauline and Carlitos to pre-school
and even found changing the diapers of little Martin
Luther hugely satisfying.
As much as he adored these children, however, Bob
wanted to have a baby with Kathy. He begged her to
let him get her pregnant “just one more time.” Kathy
told him he must be out of his mind. It could have
been cause for a row, but they loved each other too
much to argue over numbers. “No way I’m going to
settle for just one baby with you!” Reluctantly,
Kathy agreed to stop at three but hoped for a slender female cop caught in shower “happy
accident” or two later.
*****
When James called, Angelic
