Ataxia shakes Frostbyte's hand in turn, her tail whipping slowly behind her as she smiles brightly. "Certainly Doctor! You know how important it is to have regular thorough invasive physical examinations!" she giggles happily. She waves a latex gloved hand, "If you'd like, I can take you right now, no waiting room visit at all, sir!"
Frostbyte shakes his head firmly, waving his freshly instantiated clipboard dismissively. "Oh, no, I think it's quite necessary for us to stick to procedure as strictly, absolutely as conceivable. If you'd be so kind to make me comfortable in the waiting room, my dear, we can beging with the wholly necessary delays." He settles himself in to a chair.
Ataxia smiles brightly, "Okay then sir, right this way!" she coos. As she takes you down a long hallway her hips sway with a well trained motion, her posture is nearly perfect, her direction well guided by the new layers of programming. Two long rows of well spaced seats, bolted to the ground, a few coffee tables of magazines, inspirational pictures on the wall for things like 'climax' and 'afterglow'. She leads you to a seat, "Sir, I'm afraid there's going to be quite a wait, so we're going to have to be extra sure you're comfortable for it!"
Frostbyte follows along quietly, watching your hips move, your rump swing and bounce, slowly growing more nad more erect the longer the walk gets, finally looking quite pleased to see the waiting room. He smiles to you winningly. "I quite understand, madam. If you would be so kind as to settle me in, I would be quite appreciative." He takes a seat in the chair, letting you guide him in.
Ataxia's tail of course sways perfectly with it, among all the pink latex sliding on latex. She smiles happily, one gets the sense she is always happy to have a patient! Especially a patient one! She guides you to your chair, the seat oddly conformed to the shape of your rump, as if designed for it. She places your arms down on the rests as she looks at you thoughtfully. "Dear, you're hardly in any shape for an examination! I'll keep you comfortable, and prepare you!" She flicks out from under the wrests cuffs which curve all the way around your wrists and click in place. Though silver on the outside, they're a sticky wet rubber on the inside, which slowly conforms and sticks to your flesh, eventually all the way around.
Frostbyte smiles with obvious approval at both the design of the chair, and the tight, glistening comfort of the wrist restraints. "These are VERY comfortable, Ataxia. Thank you. Please, do continue if you like. I feel better for waiting already, I could wait hours if I had to."
Ataxia mmhms, she nods, she seems to approve and yet inspect critically. It seems its best to keep you aired, as she leans over, slowly, and pulls your knees apart. There's quite a view of her oversized cleavage from this angle, bouncing lightly as she holds your knees. Then, one, then another clasp just below them as well, the odd rubber melting in, conforming. "Thank you doctor! Its all very standard, I assure you! You'll get the utmost quality waiting room experience!" she coos. She sneaks around behind the chair quietly, just enough room for her to kneel over. The chair fits snug along your rump, even has an opening along back for your tail, which she seems to draw snug with a bit of a belt. It forces your tail up, and pulls your rump just a bit higher, your posture drawn forward against the constraints.
Frostbyte licks his lips as he looks down your cleavage, breathing slowly, resisting your hands just enough to make your muscles tense as you spread his legs wider. Soon, the chair takes care of that for you. "I do appreciate a quality waiting room," he murmurs, his tail wagging wildly until it's held tight and pulled up, hitching his hips forward and arching his back slightly.
Ataxia giggles from behind the chair, "Now, hold still, sir, this should keep you very much in a position to relax yourself enough for the proper examination.." she explains, even as her latex covered nose trails under your tail. Her tongue washes out, pushing just a little under the seat, to one side, the other, and then along the cleft of your rump, trailing upwards. As you fall a bit back to the seat, the latex begins to solidify, holding you rather snugly to the chair.. If you happen to jump when her tongue lulls against your tailhole, you'll notice this quite sharply. But it only lingers a few moments. Her tongue can be heard off of you for a time, and then, the sound of a hinge, a panel rising.. The rubber pointed tip of what amounts to a plug touches right under your tail, pushes, and slides in against the latex. And slowly the girl pushes, closer and closer to latching - naturally your body will give quite a bit of leeway before relaxing and giving into the plug.. maybe she'll even latch the hatch closed before the little thing enters and locks into you.