Paging Dr Karen

 ... come to examination room two.

Karen closed the copy of The  Lancet that she had been perusing and carefully placed it down, ensuring  it lined up with the edges of her desk. Untidiness was frowned upon by  her owners and resulted in punishment, and she'd been a good girl for  quite a while now, she couldn't remember when she'd last been subjected  to a sweet ....delicious ... punishment .....
After a moments  consideration she left the publication wide open on top of the keyboard.  They would hopefully come up with something inventively diabolical for  that transgression. Or maybe not for such a small thing.
Karen rose  smoothly from her chair then quickly disarranged her desk and everything  within reach before heading for the door. For good measure she knocked  over the visitors chair on her way out.

She knew she made quite a  sight as she stalked down the corridor to the examination room, her  glossy black figure in stark contrast with the white and pastel tones of  the interior.
Slick glossy black latex swathed her from head to  toe, beyond skintight and completely seamless. Literally sprayed onto  her skin it had bonded with her flesh forming a permanent rubber prison  from which there was no escape. Extremely tough, rigid, carbon fiber and  kevlar weave formed the severe corset, neck corset, cuffs and heelless  ballet boots laminated into her thick rubber skin, combining with the  graphene content of the rubber compound to form an impenetrable carapace  that not even the sharpest blade could scratch.
The same  revolutionary rubber compound that made up her outer 'skin' extended  deep inside her body as well, carefully sculpted, liberally coated with  the liquid form of the compound as a lubricant upon insertion and outer  layers inflated with more of the same to ensure an air- and water- tight  fit. In addition to the compounds property of bonding to living tissue,  mushroom shaped bladders around the ends of her breathing, feeding and  waste tubes locked them securely in place inside her, once the rubber  that filled them had cured they could never be removed.
The latest  technological advancements had been incorporated into her own personal  rubber prison, tiny speakers in the the plugs that filled her ears  transferred the sounds from the audio pickups embedded just under the  outer surface of her thick 'hood'. Likewise she could 'see' via the  optical sensors over her eyes, the information transmitted to the  contact lenses that had been placed in her eyes just before they were  permanently sealed shut under impenetrable rubber. Sound & vision  could also be transmitted via wireless, overriding her normal 'senses'.
Her  face had been sprayed repeatedly to build up a thick mask clamped tight  to her beautiful face, erasing her identity. She now breathed and was  fed through access ports concealed beneath her chin.
The finishing  touch was the rings fashioned of titanium alloy, screwed and glued into  the collar, cuffs, corset and boots now locked irrevocably to her  rubberised body.

Diminished, reduced to nothing more than a  remote controlled rubber bondage doll to her own exacting  specifications, in a state of permanent arousal, she was now 'free' to  begin her lifetime servitude as the Resorts doctor.

Karen made  her way to the examination room, toe boots clicking on the floor and the  soft whisper of her breathing through the concealed breathing ports the  only sounds she was capable of making.
Text popped up across her vision, "Message received, loud and clear. Status being updated."

Her  heart did a backflip in her chest. That sounded a lot more than she'd  been expecting (hoping for?), muscles tightened almost painfully around  the massive plugs inside her as she wondered on the meaning of that all  too brief message. One thing was clear, she'd wanted punishment and it  looked like she was going to get it. In spades.
She reached examination room two, almost giddy with anticipation over her upcoming 'status update'.

A  young woman in a PVC bikini was lying on the exam bench, her eyes  widening and pupils dilating at the sight of the completely rubberised  physician. Karen signed to the rubber clad nurse in attendance, the only  form of communication she was now capable of.

Nurse Foxy replied.
"Her name is Nadia. She sprained her ankle while walking in heels on the beach."