I am a 32-year-old nurse, who a long time ago settled down for the routine of a doctor's office. There are four doctors in the office and I started with them when they opened the office so I have been the senior nurse in residence for quite some time. Recently a young nurse, Jen was hired, right out of nurse's training. She was a shy little thing and naive to boot. Naturally it falls on me to introduce the new nurses to the routine and as usual, I told Jen that if any patient got out of hand, or even just made her nervous, that she should just leave and come find me. My experience in hospital work as well as the office have given me the tough skin to bull my way through practically any such situation. Well, before the week was through, Jen came running to me, very nervous so I told her to go relax and get a drink of water and I would take over the patient. I walked in the examining room and was surprised to find the patient was female! She was sitting on the examination table, but still fully dressed--and very well dressed too, wearing a fashionable suit that I could never afford. And she was gorgeous--absolutely one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She watched me enter, said "Hi" and gave me a friendly smile. I was immediately confused: there was no indication of anything that should have upset Jen--I had a quick thought wondering about Jen's sexual preferences, then I turned my complete attention to the patient. And believe it or not, I began to feel uneasy--and it's hard to say why. Maybe it was knowing this woman might have done something strange to upset Jen, but at least part of it was simply how sexy this woman was. I couldn't believe something like that would make me nervous. Well I started with my duties, preparing to take her history, getting her height, weight, and blood pressure. Her name was Sharon. I asked her to take off everything but her bra and panties, then set to my own preparations in such a way she wouldn't feel she was being stared at. That is another technique that comes from experience. Well, when I turned around to start, she was completely naked! I was startled out of my mind, but I hid it well. I told her it wasn't necessary for her to remove all her clothes just yet and she said she didn't mind, that she wasn't a modest sort of person. And she was just as beautiful naked as clothed, with a figure like I had never seen before. There she stood, still with her friendly smile, completely naked though she didn't have to be, standing there in front of me, completely clothed. My heart was beating harder and I could tell I was turned on! What a shock! I'd never thought about anyone but men for my entire life. Well, despite how I was feeling, I do have the ability to keep myself together and keep a straight face. I got her history and had her get on the scale. Standing so close to her was murder. I glanced down at the front of her body once while I was standing there right next to her and the shock hit me again--her breasts were perfect, and so close! A little devil in me suggested grabbing her body and putting my mouth over her breast. Realizing such ideas could pop in my head made me feel more nervous. Then I had to get her blood pressure. Touching her arm was murder. She still just sat there giving me a friendly smile--whenever I looked at her eyes, they were on mine. And her breasts and her cunt, right there in front of me! I couldn't stand it. I walked over to a desk to fill out her form. She came over and stood right next to me, obviously watching what I wrote. Again my body responded to having her just inches away. Realizing that she had chosen to put her nude, sexy body so close to mine was almost the end of me. Her body bumped mine lightly--obviously an accident. I tried hard to control my breathing. Finally, I told her to wait for the doctor and left the room. I immediately collapsed in a chair, fanning myself and catching my breath for 5 minutes. And I thought I'd seen it all! A half an hour later she was ready to leave. I couldn't help myself-- I watched her talking to the receptionist. When she was done, she looked up at me and smiled again! There I was, a bundle of nerves, getting wet, and all over a woman who had done nothing but give me a friendly smile and show herself to be secure with her body. She walked over to me and said in a low voice: "Be at my front door tomorrow at 7:30PM". Then she turned around and walked out. I was flabbergasted. Obviously she knew what I was feeling. What a strange invitation. I didn't know where she lived! But I could find out from her records. She must have realized that. There was no way I would do such a thing. Such things were not a part of my life. I would write this all off as a learning experience-- one can surprise oneself--and then forget about it. But that night as I lay awake in bed, I thought of that invitation. It was actually more of a command the way she said it. I shut my eyes and I felt that body close to me again. Sharon. My mind kept going back to that examination room all night. I lay awake a long time before drifting off. The next day I remembered again, and remembered the promise of that body. And I felt horny! My mind kept drifting back to Sharon and I was absentminded all day at work. I looked up her address. I knew I could find her house. I don't know why I looked it up, but now I knew I could go there. At 5PM I left work. I went home but couldn't eat anything. I just paced like a cat. I went to my bedroom and started trying on clothes. I realized I was searching for something fashionable and sexy. I felt like a frump, an old lady. It was 7PM and I went out to the car. I couldn't believe I was doing this! I drove to Sharon's house with my heart in my throat. I felt like I didn't know who was controlling me. I knocked on Sharon's door at precisely 7:30PM. The door opened and there was Jen! I just stood there with my mouth open, not knowing what was happening. Jen told me to come in, then when I just stood like a statue, she took my arm and led me in. She was wearing a skin-tight little black dress and high heels--no stockings. She wasn't wearing a bra either, something that was quite evident, and looked like she was wearing no panties. We were in the living room. I wondered if I had gotten the address wrong. She handed me a dress like the one she was wearing and a pair of heels and told me to change. I felt like I were in a dream but I knew this wasn't right. She smiled at me. Jen is pretty sexy too. Then she left, shutting the door behind her. There I was in the living room, not able to figure any of it out. I was sure I hadn't gotten the address wrong. I wondered what I would look like in that sexy little dress. It was so small in my hands! I knew I would be sexier in it than in what I was wearing and maybe Sharon would find me attractive. What was Jen doing here? I stood behind a big chair and changed. It was in no way completely private, but I felt I could duck. I wore the dress with no bra or panties or stockings. It clung to me tightly. I felt so decadent. In a minute, another woman came in--not Jen or Sharon! She was dressed exactly like Jen and me. She told me to come and led me into a hall, then upstairs, then brought me into a room. It was a bedroom. It was large and sumptuously furnished with a beautiful king-size bed. The door opened behind me and Sharon walked in. My mouth hung open--she was even more beautiful than I remembered. She wore a knee-length skirt and a white blouse--a stark contrast to the little dresses the other woman and I wore. She looked so . . . classy. And sophisticated. I felt like a tramp dressed the way I was next to her. She didn't say anything but smiled at me and walked up to me. She came right up in front of me. Something made me feel like running away. She still smiled. She put something around my neck, then held my neck by it. I glanced down. It was a whip! She pulled my face toward hers, and with a sleepy look opened her lips and kissed me. I couldn't help but respond. In seconds, her tongue was inside my mouth, probing. Finally she drew away, smiling at me, but still holding the whip around my neck. I was powerless in her hands. "Tonight you're going to be whipped" she said. I felt cool air on my rear as someone raised the back of my dress.