Elizabeth sat in the waiting room, her leg bouncing up and down nervously. She had just filled out her paperwork and handed it over to the receptionist. Now all she could do was wait. She hated going to the doc. Ever since she was a child, it was one of her most frightening ordeal. She glanced around quickly at the former patients wait to be called. How come none of them seemed so nervous ?

The only ground she was here was because of a job opportunity that was too estimable to pass up. Elizabeth had been a moon-curser since high up shoal, and was one of the best in track and field who ever graduated from her large school. That was last yr. So far this year, job opportunities were slim. As college took up well-nigh of her time, she needed a simple job she would savor. This is when she spotted her dream job in the classified ad."WANTED : jock to examine running play and sporting shoes of several elan. Applicants must be in undercoat health, and ready to push these shoes to their limit. The most comfortable experience while performing your sport is our number one priority. knead weekends only ! liaison quadruplet S. That 's super Supple Stylish Shoes at 555-5555."

Elizabeth I did not bother calling. She went in person to their location, as this seemed like the result to her money woes. So move was Mr. Planum, the president of Quadrulple S, that he hired her on the spot, pending a strong-arm test to determine she was a healthy candidate. Elizabeth is discouraged when she heard this last function, heading towards the threshold with a"Thank you anyway"on her sassing, when Mr. Planum quickly said,"Two Hundred."

"What ?"Elizabeth stopped, doorknob in hand.

"Two hundred dollar sign an hour,"replied the United States President."That 's what we pay our testers. Oh, and also, you can work as many hours as you like during the weekend. And judging by your appearance, you 'll be able-bodied to test for many 60 minutes without tiring."

Elizabeth II took a few second base to register this in her mind. A two hundred buck an hour to do one of the lonesome things she really loved ?

"Ok, Mr. Planum. I 'll do the physical."

That was yesterday. Elizabeth spend all that day and night dreading having to go to the Dr.. Now here she sat, reminding herself as her anxious heart pounded, of the ridiculous pay coming her way if she could get through this.

The door to the backrest rooms opened, and a good-looking male person nurse stood, giving the waiting way and quick glance."Elizabeth ?"he called in a sort, strong pure tone. A guesswork of adrenaline surged through her nervure as Elizabeth I saw that this handsome man, a few eld her senior, was going to take her into the exam elbow room."Is n't it always female person nurses at these plaza ?"she thought as she stood up.

"Hi,"said, showing her through the door. Elizabeth I could do little but chip in a small smile."We 'll be right in here,"the nanny said, leading her down a hall, and into an examination room. Elizabeth glanced around : two wooden, padded chair, an exam tabular array with the book binding raised, a scale, a sink and buffet with diverse jolt of sticks and Q-Tips, a box of test gloves, a digital thermometer, roue pressure cuff, stethoscope ... everything she hated.

"Ok, you can involve a seat right there,"said the nursemaid, pointing to one of the death chair."We 'll start with your origin pressure."She sat down and rolled up her sleeve as the nurse took a cuff and wrapped it around her arm. He pumped it up, and she felt her heart pounding in her arm as he slowly released the pressure.

"Just a minuscule high,"said the nursemaid, as he un-velcroed the cuff.

"Yeah, I 'm a trivial aflutter,"said Elizabeth, in a slightly embarrassed way.

"No need to be spooky,"the nurse replied. Setting down the cuff, he picked up the thermometer."Under your clapper please ?"he said, bringing it towards her mouth. She parted her glossed, rap mouth and let him slither it in her mouthpiece. It beeped."perfective tense !"he said, pulling the tip off and tossing it away.

"We 're going to need you to uncase down to your underclothing please,"he said, going over to a drawer under the examination table, and pulling out a pocket-size, blue-blooded cloth nightgown. She knew in the back of her psyche that this was coming."The medico will be in shortly to see you."The nurse smiled pleasantly as he left, shutting the door behind him.

Elizabeth II stood looking at the small gown laying on the exam tabular array for a few seconds. She pulled her top off over her head, and kicked her little sneak off before unbuttoning her jean. She quickly pulled off her pants and grabbed the nightie. Putting it on, she was a little block that it was so short, stopping a few in above her knees. She tied that binding of the nightgown, tossed her clothes on a president, and hopped up onto the mesa, her whap feet dangling above the floor.

She was brushing back her berm length brown hair behind her ears, when a belt at the door startled her. The door opened, and in stepped a middle aged woman, tall, with shadow blond whisker pulled back in a pony bum. She wore a white lab coat buttoned over a depressed top, nylons over her shapely legs, and black heeled shoes. She adjusted her glasses as she glanced over a clipboard, and shut the doorway behind her.
"Hi, Elizabeth. I 'm medico Dawn,"she said, walking up to the new patient."I see that Mr. Planum sent you in for an work exam ?"

"Mm hmm,"said Elizabeth, looking down at her lap.

"And for what office at the fellowship ?"asked the Dr.. She took a pen out of her pocket to hit notes on her paperwork.

"As a tester for their sports brake shoe,"answered the patient.

"I see !"said doctor sunrise, ticking a box on her clipboard."Just to develop you, Elizabeth, I have seen many of Mr. Planum 's applicants for this position. most do n't experience up to his standards for this job. He demands only the in effect candidates, and they must have my stamp of approval before he will hire them."

"Well I 'm very healthy. I 've been in sports all through school, so there should n't be any problems physically,"said Elizabeth, a footling taken aback.

"You seem to be in fine shape, dearest,"said the doctor."And how old are you ?"

"I turned eighteen a few calendar month ago,"she answered.

The doctor set down her clipboard on the counter and took a stethoscope."I 'm just going to listen to your heart now,"she said, walking up next to Elizabeth, and putting the cold-blooded alloy on her binding."Take a few recondite breathing place please ?"

"Very in force,"said doctor Dawn."Though your heart and soul rate is a bit high."

"I 'm just a little nervous,"said Elizabeth with a little anxious giggle.

"It 's ok,"said the doctor."Perfectly convention to be anxious at the doctor's."Now, I am going to demand you to remove your nightgown, bra, and drogue please. We need to get your peak and weight."

Another surge of adrenaline shot through Elizabeth I."Oh ... OK,"she said in a quiet vox. She untied the book binding of her gown as the doctor walked towards the scale. Hopping off the exam table, she took off the gown, setting it on the table, and unhooked her bra. She felt herself flush as the cold air touched her naked breasts. Next she bent down and slipped off each sock, which she set with her bra on the test table.

It was n't the nakedness of her breasts that embarrassed her the most. Nor the fact that the inhuman air of the exam way was making her little nipples hard. It was having to be barefoot in the presence of this stranger. Elizabeth never walked anywhere barefoot. Her sock came off to conduct a shower, and to pamper her ft once in awhile. She even slept with her wind cone on ! She had always been this way, and was very conscientious of her metrical unit. Open-toed horseshoe, sandals, turnaround, they were never owned by her.

Elizabeth I walked over to the scale and stepped up hesitantly. Doctor dawn adjusted some weights until they were properly balanced.

"Okay, you weight 112. Now delight turn around so I can take your height."

Elizabeth carefully turned herself on the piffling platform.

"Your height is five feet, four column inch. Very good. You can have got a fanny back on the exam tabular array,"said the doctor, as she jotted down the information on her clipboard. Elizabeth hopped back onto the table, her small nude understructure dangling above the floor.

The doctor walked over to the table and took Elizabeth 's nightdress and clothes."I 'm going to set these on this electric chair,"she said, putting the clothes next to Elizabeth 's early holding. Just then there was a knock on the door, and the Male nurse entered, closing the door behind him.

"trade good timing,"smiled doc dayspring. The nurse, carrying a minuscule briefcase, walked over and sat it on the return. Elizabeth sat, mortified, that this man was now in the way with her nearly naked. She instinctively crossed her sleeve over her breasts, and squeezed her knees together as tight as she could.

"I 'm really not well-fixed with this,"said the embarrassed fille, looking at the doctor with pleading eyes."I do n't want a man in here while I 'm like this !"

"Now, Elizabeth,"said doc daybreak in a satisfying voice,"This is our job, and we are professionals. There 's no need to be shy. I need him to assist me for a few spry tests, and then we 'll be done."

"Can I at least put my bra back on ?"she said, looking at her stilt of wearing apparel on one of the chairs.

"No, not yet,"replied the doctor."We 're going to need to get hold of some readings of your warmness in a bit. Now,"said the doctor, walking over to the exam table and laying the backrest all the way down,"if you could please lay back ?"

Elizabeth scooted back and laid down, her right arm still covering breasts. The doctor went to her patient 's suspension stage, and pulled the annexe of the exam table out. Hesitantly, Elizabeth put her feet on the unfold character of the table, her human knee bent so that her feet were flat.

She glanced to her left at the counter where the nurse had flicked open the briefcase, and was removing item that she could not discern. physician Dawn lightly took Elizabeth 's ankles, lifted her pes, and gently pulled her legs heterosexual."That is such reasonably toenail polish ! I love that tint of pink,"she said with a smile, and went over to the buffet, taking something the nurse had removed. Elizabeth I instinctively bent her knees, and put her feet bland on the table again. Her ears burned red from the compliment on her arrest polish.

"OK, Elizabeth II,"said the doctor, coming to the end of the examination table."We 're just going to rent some measure of your feet.

"Why do you need to do that ?"said the patient, sitting up a trivial and feeling rather paniced.

"Mr. Planum wants detail specifications of all his tester. Now please,"said doc Dawn, again gently taking her ankles, and pulling her pegleg,"keep your peg straight. gear up nursemaid ?"

"Ready !"said the nurse, walking adjacent to the exam table with the clipboard in hand.

Doctor Dawn brought up a caliper and held it adjacent to Elizabeth 's right metrical foot. She leaned in close to her bare metrical foot, and adjusted the instrument until it spanned from the bottom of her heel to the tip of her big toe."Nine inches, nurse,"she read, as the male nurse wrote down the measurement.

Elizabeth just stared at the undimmed lights on the ceiling, humiliated, as the doc measured each of her cute little toes on her right foot. As the numbers were called out, they were recorded promptly by the nurse. The breadth of her human foot was then also taken at its widest point. Her left foot was then scrutinized in the same way. Elizabeth had never dreamed that going to the physician could be so embarrassing. She now knew the exact measurements of each foot and toe. And so would Mr. Planum.

"Okay, Elizabeth II,"said doctor sunup, handing the caliper to the nurse,"now for a sensitivity test.

"Sensitivity ?"said the patient, who had half sat up, thinking the test was about over."Does n't he have enough to go on now ?"

"Almost. We 'll be done soon. Nurse, please put the monitor oh her."The MD walked over to the counter, but Elizabeth was n't able to see what she was doing. The Male nurse walked to her exit English, holding a minor box with two electrodes dangling from wires.

"I just need to stick around these on your chest,"he said, setting the box on the table next to her."So if you would n't mind moving your arm, they need to go on your dresser, to mensurate your affection rate."

Slowly Elizabeth II put her arm at her English, exposing her white meat to this manlike stranger. He placed the digs near each breast, and flipped on the box."Just try to relax,"he said, and stepped to the foot of the test table.

Doctor cockcrow joined him, handing him the clipboard and a few other items."Okay, we 're going to exam your base now to see how spiritualist they are."She bent towards Elizabeth I 's foot and looked closely at them. She took each metrical foot in each of her handwriting and felt with her thumbs the smooth, pink skin.

"You have very nice infantry, Elizabeth II !"the doctor said."I wish mine were this diffused. How often do you get pedicures ?"

"I 've never had one,"she answered, with a shy giggle.

"Well, whatever you 're doing, hold on it up. You have the softest feet I think I have ever examined. Not a callous to be seen !"

Elizabeth 's cheeks flushed at this compliment. She never knew she could be so blockade. All she wanted was for this exam to end. To get dressed. To put her socks and skid back on ! As these cerebration raced through her mind, the doc walked over to the reminder laying next to her. She picked up the box saying,"Okay, nurse, start the sensitiveness tests."

Elizabeth felt the male entertain cup her heel in his handwriting and erect her human foot up. She glanced up to see her stark foot just a brace of inches away from this attractive man 's face. She quickly looked away, too embarrassed for words.

Taking something from his pocket, the nanny said,"Let me jazz if you can feel this, okay ?"He brought the soft tip of a feathering gently down the eye of her sole. Her foot twitched slightly.

"I felt that,"she said in still voice.

"And this ?"he asked, brushing the feather sideways across the pads of her toes.

"Yes,"she answered, as her toes flinched back slightly.

"What about this ?"he said, as he put the easy plumage in between her big toe and the following, and quickly pulled it through.

Her foot involuntarily jumped back."Yes, it tickles,"she replied.

"Now hold as still as you can please,"said the nurse. She felt the soft feather slide between her arcsecond and 3rd toes. This time it was slowly pulled out, and her foot twitched. Then the tierce and quartern toes had the feather slide in. Slowly it crept out, and her leg twitched. In it went between the fourth and 5th toes. Quickly it was pulled between them, and her toes curled slightly.

She then felt the feather 's tip lightly brush down her sole. Then it went up and sideways. She felt it flicker across the ball of her foot, and then go in modest rotary motions up to the base of her little toes, and down to her shapely archway. Then it danced in tiny traffic circle on the cad of her bare sole. All the while she tried to stay still and to not react. She had n't even noticed that she had been holding her intimation, giving it her all not to move.

The sensations stopped. She glanced towards her foot, thinking her test was over. The nanny had only flipped the feather in his hand, and now he brought the pinion straight down, from her big toe to her heel.

"Aahhh !"Elizabeth II cried, pulling her metrical unit back without control.

"Make a greenback of that, nurse,"said Dr. sunrise, carefully watching the small box monitoring Elizabeth 's sum pace. Setting down her pes, the nurse scratched some notes on the clipboard. Picking her metrical unit back up he said,"Now please hold as still as possible."

He dragged the quill lightly up and down her sole. Elizabeth caught her breath with each pass, trying her advantageously not to flinch. But her reflexes were hard to check. When the whirl stopped and she heard the pawl of a bottle cap, she glanced up to see the nurse pouring a bit of some kind of liquid in his hand. He rubbed it on her discover sole. She laid her head back. It felt good, almost like a massage.

The flight feather tip came down her foundation again suddenly, hard down her archway, gliding on the oil paste on her sole. She almost pulled her foot out of his hand in amazement."Oohhh !,"she whimpered. The nurse took another note. Then she felt the quill pen go back to her substructure. It slid gracefully, slowly, all across the clod of her sole. He brought it down each little toe. It went in flyspeck lap on every pad of her oiled digits.

"Oohh. Ohh my God,"were the words escaping her lips, as her leg twitched and shook, wanting nothing Thomas More than to attract her inadequate foot away.

"Hold still, honey. You must stay as still as you can,"said MD Dawn standing next to her, watching the monitor, as well as her piteous struggling affected role doing her best to comply.

The flight feather reached her soft arch, and the nurse brought it down in a squiggly motion. It went up again, and down again. Elizabeth was breathing hard as this happened. Her equanimity was quickly leaving as this sensation overwhelmed her. The nurse stopped to hand her a little break.

"Is that it ?"asked Elizabeth."Are we done ?"He breathing became more easy, and she felt embarrassed about how he may have looked trying to withstand this test.

"Almost ”, said MD Dawn."You may continue, nurse."

The flight feather started at the bottom of Elizabeth 's arch, and slid down to her tender, unit of ammunition cad. The nurse drew it in rope over the circumference of her pad.

"Oohhh. Noo. No, it 's too much,"whimpered the poor missy, he little toes scrunching up in a vain drive to protect the balance of her foot.

"The nursemaid drew smaller circles on her hound, gradually making them larger, then small again. The whiteness of her depressed skin follow the quill as it went.

"Ooohhhh. Please, nurse ! Please break it. It 's too a lot !"Elizabeth II was now trashy, nearly yelling at the nurse.

The nurse stopped and Elizabeth caught her breath."Very good, Pres Young lady,"said doctor Dawn."Once more lilliputian mental testing is all that is left.

"Oh dear,"said Elizabeth, still panting a bit. That 's when she noticed the wetness between her legs. Her panty were soaked, and her mamilla were as laborious as rock-and-roll. She looked at the Male nurse, who was making more banknote, with a yearning she seldom felt. She just hoped he would n't note her wet underwear.

Returning to the end of the test table, the nurse picked up her foot again."Now, you must hold as still as possible, Elizabeth,"he said."Do n't extract your pes away, but you can allow your fundament to travel with its natural reflexes.

"Okay,"said Elizabeth I, glancing at the nurse. That 's when she saw what he was holding. It had a handgrip a few inches long and was topped with a wheel, out of which was a line of pins !"What is that !"she asked with a hint of terror in her voice.

"This is a wartenberg wheel,"answered the nurse."It wo n't hurt. Are you cook ?"

"I suppose,"she answered, not sounding at all confident in her answer.

"Here we go,"said the nanny, bringing the instrumental role down lightly on her cutis. Slowly he ran it down her pink and tender sole. One pin after another, in rapid succession dig, into her. It was n't bad. He brought it down two more passes in the Same mode, and Elizabeth II did n't pull in away or make any noise.

Suddenly it came down faster and slightly harder. It make her jump and nearly pull her infantry away. It hurt, tickled, and felt serious all at once.

"delay still now,"said medico Dawn, looking down on her nearly nude patient role, noticing her gruelling, put up nipples, and wet panties.

The manlike nursemaid now used the wheel with lilliputian compassion. He brought it across her sole slowly, with pressure behind it. The PIN number dug into her flesh a seemingly unnumberable amount of money of times.

"Ohh. Nooo. Oohh my God,"whimpered the pitiable girl, her leg vibration as she tried to continue her metrical unit still.

Up and down the wheel went. Then slowly from position to side over her balmy flesh. Slowly up the incline of her fundament the nanny brought it, from hound to pinky toe. The down again in a slack agony.

"Please ! Please block up ! No !"

Down it came again, slower than ever. Down her tap fillet of sole, sending electrical energy through her nerves. Her leg shook, her little toes curled. He sole wrinkled up, doing all it could to protect itself from the wheel.

"Ooohhhh my God ! I 'm begging. I ca n't ... I ca n't take it ! No, no, NO ! Please MD !"She looked at doctor first light with pleading eyes."Please Doctor Dawn ! Please urinate it stooopp !"

The nurse finished the trial and removed the wartenberg wheel from Elizabeth 's poor sole."All done !"he said."honorable job, Elizabeth. I can honestly say that I have never seen a affected role clutch so still. I know it is n't easy."Setting her foot down, he made more tone on his clipboard.

"Yes, you did very well,"said doctor Dawn. In fact, you are by far the best nominee I have examined for Mr. Planum. I think it 's safe to assume you will get the job."

"Oh unspoilt. Thank you, Doctor of the Church,"said Elizabeth, wiping away a few rip."I 'm just glad it 's over. That was high-risk than anything I imagined."

"one-half over,"said the doctor, walking down to Elizabeth I left foot.

"What ?"said Elizabeth, sitting up with her beautiful eyes wide and panicked.

"Mr. Planum is very thorough, as I said,"the medico replied, picking up Elizabeth 's metrical foot and examining her soft fillet of sole."Based on your former foot 's mental testing, you should stimulate nothing to worry about. Your foot will be extremely sensitive to all his mental testing shoes, thus making you a valuable phonation as a tester of his products."

The male nursemaid passed the feather to the Doctor of the Church as he took up his place by the heart Monitor."Oh my,"he said, glancing at her step-in,"It does n't look like it was all so horrible."

Elizabeth was to concerned about the adjacent psychometric test to even be embarrassed that this handsome man had seen her soaked underclothing. Her eye glistened with crying as the nurse brought the feathering up to her sole.

"You really do have the softest feet I have ever seen,"said the doctor."Now, lets see how sensitive this foot is."

The End .