Welcome to Underland

The Second Appointment

Training flew by, there were more toys than I knew existed, the building was five times bigger on the inside than the outside and had multiple sections for different kinks as well as twenty private dungeons. The positions were relaxing when I was in them for small bursts but I was left in kneeling presentation for about five minutes before I had to safeword out from the joint pain. Master Raine congratulated me for my self awareness then did a bit of aftercare of cuddling and chatting before I was sent on my way.

I missed my collar I noticed as I walked awkwardly down the street but I didn't have time to dwell on it as I had another appointment soon. My medical records had finally transferred over so I could meet with my doctor and we could meet and discuss everything. I was hoping to have time to go home and rest my joints before having to go but training happened so now I just have time to grab some things before getting a taxi to the office.

I walk into my apartment and let myself collapse onto the couch for a moment before heading to my room to change, loose clothing was always what you wear for a checkup in the doctors unless otherwise specified. I removed my shirt then started to put on my elbow braces, I usually only wore these at night but I've been having a few bad days and training threw me over the edge so the extra support is welcome. I throw on a baggy T-shirt and hoodie before taking off my trousers and putting on my knee braces, I wear these most of the time but I usually take them off for a few hour each day which I have now decided to dedicate to the club. The comforting support of the brace appears as velcro them shut before putting on tracksuit bottoms. I finish off with my wrist-thumb splints before looking longingly to the corner of my room before shaking my head and grabbing my cane.

My hip is bothering me as I walk so I may need to start carrying a foldable cane in my bag, I think to myself. It's been getting more frequent recently which is driving me mad but it's fine. I hear a horn beep outside and glance in the mirror noting that nothing can be seen apart from my wrist-thumb splints and obviously the cane. I walk out with the support of the cane and instantly feel the difference and sigh with relief before climbing into the taxi and zoning out.

The drive to the doctors goes quick enough and before I know it I'm sitting in the waiting room. I hadn't actually met this doctor yet we had only talked on the phone about me transferring over to him and other things like that so I was a bit nervous. Glancing at the clock on the wall I see my appointment is due to start in five minutes, a shiver runs down my spine from the nerves, doctors make me uncomfortable.

"Elliot, you can come in now the doctor will be with you in a moment" a nurse says as she guides me to an empty examination room. I smile gratefully before sitting down on the bed and taking in the room. It's a very basic exam room with medical stuff all around the place but a bed, table and chair are the main features. I look at my wrist braces contemplating taking them off and downplaying everything so as to not have to have many appointments and the likes. I begin to unstrap the wrist braces before I hear someone opening the door. I look up panicking and quickly strap the wrist braces before trying to make myself come across as nonchalant.

"Hello Elliot, I'm Doctor Bespoke, it's nice to meet you" I hear a deep voice say as I make eye contact with the man walking into the room. He's dressed in dress pants and a dark shit with a lab coat over the top. His hair is dark brown neatly tied into a ponytail with bright blue eyes and a welcoming smile. I smile at him before beginning to fidget with my hands. "Nice to meet you too" I reply looking anywhere but him.

He pulls over a chair and plops down in front of me and starts reading over my file again. "Ok so you've got a lovely little collection of diagnoses both mental health wise and physical health wise. This is good, I'm going to check you over myself anyways just to see if I believe I can correct that list in anyways but you've been to many doctors so it's probably all fine" he mutters as he places my file down. Knowing what he's going to ask next I take off my top allowing him to listen to my heart and such before me asks me to remove my trousers so he can examine my legs and hips. He then does the same testing different parts and doing various tests before indicating I can put everything back on. He sits there taking notes while I redress before he starts to talk again.