pixie was going to see a Doctor of the Church. Not because she was ill but simply because her overlord said that was where he was taking her. It didn't even occur to her to ask why. Her mind, more and more was turning into that of a lawful slave and that made Pixie very glad.
It was obvious from the consequence they arrived that this was not an ordinary medical pattern. first, it was located in a large house with a very prospicient private road. A marvellous fence surrounded the entire place and it was nautical mile from anything else. Within the fencing it was almost like a forest. There was no way anyone would see inside the house without permission. The front gate had an actual precaution stationed 24 hrs a day. Honestly it gave pixie the creeps, but she trusted her Master enough to throw signed her slave contract giving him unadulterated control and ownership of her body, mind, heart and mortal. She signed it knowing that it made her nothing more than a possession, an aim if that was how her Master chose to regale her.
Before meeting her overlord, she had chatted with others online. She had met several original who had been interested in owning her. It was a great experience. Through chats, character playing and their descriptions of how they wished to use her, pixy had learned the difference between a Dom, a Master, a sadist and men who really had no idea what being a Master really meant. to the highest degree of all she was able to learn about herself, her desires and if she could truly be a slave as well as what that actually meant.
What she learned was that a true Master viewed his slave as a valuable monomania. Her wellness, well being and forethought was as important as the care he took of any valuable self-command. Take a car for lesson. Some men used their auto but rarely washed them, only took them to the automobile mechanic if there was a problem and did n't care about dents and scratches. They never concerned themselves with the type of gas or oil they used and threw garbage on the inside. They did n't handle at all what force their lack of care had on it. It was a nonmeaningful monomania that they would sell to whoever wanted it when they no longer did.
However, others made sure that the gas they put in the armoured combat vehicle and the oil for the engine was the better their car required to run well. They kept it clean and full, kept it in the garage away from the component as much as possible and got even maintenance tick. They might occasionally push its demarcation line but never to the decimal point of serious permanent legal injury. Ultimately if it served them well they recognized it as a worthful investment funds and it brought them pleasure for a very long meter. Of course the car had no input on its caution, use and perhaps ribbon. It did n't choose what gas or oil was put in it. He may speak to it as men do but he certainly didn't expect a answer and the car made no requests, offered no opinion and made no complaint and naturally owned zip itself. The car can covers did n't go to the car. If he chose to stimulate another fomite and use it instead for any length of time, one vehicle had no say about the other and did not complain about being ignored. He could share it, give it away or sell it as he chose. All this was lawful, as well, with a rightful hard worker.
Pixie knew that this was the basic Master/slave relationship. However each relationship was dissimilar as each schoolmaster was dissimilar and so she continued her search until she found a victor that she could outflank serve well just like every car did n't fit every man the Sami was true between Masters and slave. elf, until she signed a striver contract had a option. The contract when written was given to her to examine and talk over. The rule and first moment of her master copy were spelled out and it was up to the Master to either change what she could n't harmonize to or decide she wasn't the right slave for him, she had the Lapp choice. So now, here she was with the superior she had chosen and who had chosen her. From the moment she signed the contract bridge she had given him the magnate to do with her as he chose, she hoped she had chosen correctly because now she had no more pick and when it came to it there was no warranty he would honor the contract except that through their chat she had come to hope him. pixy had always had good instincts so while she was a niggling anxious, anyone with a head would be, she was n't really afraid. She was honestly more excited than anything else. Still, the entire set up for the doctor 's practice was ... well ... kinda creepy.
master had let her sit in the forepart seat. She wore only her arrest, a plain dress and nothing on her feet. She had no need of shoes or underwear. skipper had kindly told her where they were going but chose not to separate her what would materialize when they got there. Would one tell their car what the mechanic was going to do ?
Master parked the car, got out and came around to his hard worker letting her out of the car. He removed her dress and attached a collar to her collar. Pixie was grateful when he pulled her behind him without commanding her to her hands and knees. Crawling on the pavement would have hurt. Not that she would have paused before obeying or complained but still she was grateful. Master led her to the front doorway and skirt the bell. The door was soon opened by a distaff hard worker wearing a catch and a short nurses dress. It was short enough for pixie to see the slave was allowed panties. She also had a garter, white stockings and sensible white nurses shoes. gremlin was amused at this slave interpretation of a nanny 's consistent. Naturally her amusement was not obvious to anyone.
The nurse led her Master and herself to the waiting room. The waiting room had several courteous comfy chairperson and attached to the bulwark were lure. Two former slave knelt against the wall their trinity attached to the hooks. They knelt in the typical striver style, ass on their heels, legs spread wide, hands palm up on their second joint, neck straight and eyes looking downward. headmaster led Pixie to the paries attached her tierce to one of the meat hooks and said simply"down slave ”.
Pixie had n't seen the other master key. She had n't looked at the other hard worker enough to mark more than that they were both distaff and the emplacement they were in. If asked she could n't even key them. Her focus was completely on her headmaster and his instruction.
As there was nothing else to do, Pixie stared at the carpeting. Dealing with the boredom of waiting for her passkey to use her or control her to do something was more difficult than dealing with any bother or abasement she might brave. Pixie was by nature fidgety. When left to herself her idea was used to running in all kind of management. So far she had impressed herself by not moving or speaking without permission but since she had signed her contract this was the longest she had had to insure herself. Up till now she was either being used by her Master, doing some chore, sleeping or restrained while waiting.
Pixie became aware of an scabies on the side of her nose. She glanced as carefully as she could up at her Master to see if he was watching, hoping he might be busy and she could scratch up her nose without his noticing. She was happy to see that he was quietly chatting with another Master and facing away from her. She wondered if anyone else would observe if she scratched her nose ? If they did would they tell her Master ? She quickly glanced, as carefully as potential, at the other two slave. They were still kneeling perfectly still eyes looking at the rug. imp felt a bit bolder and looked towards the other two Masters. She didn't looking at directly at them, just sort of raised her center only as a great deal as necessary to see which way they faced. They weren't looking her way either. Quickly and as subtly as possible she scratched her olfactory organ. Sighing inwardly with embossment she went back to staring at the rug. It was beige with knock blossom and green leaves running on vines all over it.
Pixie's left infantry was going numb."Drat !"She thought to herself, again glancing at the other two slaves. They were still in location like a twosome of statues. She wondered how they did that. Pixie wiggled the toes on her left foot figuring it was between herself and the wall so no one would see. The tingling stopped but now she was totally losing her focus. Her brain was racing with questions.
How many hard worker were here that she didn't see ? What time was Master's fitting ? Was there more than one doctor ? If there was only one and there were two striver in front of her how long would she be stuck in this place ? How long would each of their appointments take ? What were they each here for ? What exactly was she here for ?
Pixie"s began to rock back and Forth River slightly. It was a habit she had always had and something she did without realizing. If she hadn't been lost in all her questions she would have remained focalize and still. She also didn't notice that her passe-partout was standing in front of her glaring down at her. After a few proceedings she did realize her mind had wandered and she shifted her focus back to the carpeting. That 's when she realized her Master's black shoes were standing on top of the heyday she had been looking at right in strawman of her knees. Pixie froze. She stopped rocking. She wasn't sure if she should take care up at her schoolmaster, if he expected her to, or if she could get away with just behaving again and he would take the air away. No such luck.
"Slave ... is there a problem ? Do you ask to use the bathroom ? Perhaps you are sitting on an ant hill ?"
gremlin wished her Master hadn't said the contribution about the ant Hill. He knew her sensation of sense of humour and that it would make her smile and calculate up at him. She did so, even though she had a spirit he did it to trap her into misbehaving even more. Sure enough, when she met her Master's heart he did not take care delight. Still, as he had not told her specifically to mouth, she knew enough not to answer, that the questions were rhetorical.
"hard worker turn and face the rampart, headway on the floor against the wall, ass up in the air, legs spread ... now !"
Pixie quickly changed to the position her Master commanded. She knew that she had displeased him by making it look as though he hadn't trained her properly. She was thankful however, in maliciousness of the humiliation of the berth because it allowed the rakehell to circulate better in her legs and human foot plus she couldn't rock in this attitude so even if she lost focus she was less in all likelihood to move without realizing it.
"Crack !"Pixie just barely stopped herself from yelping as Master's belt hit her ass. Quickly she prepared herself for another, there was no way there would be only one. indisputable enough it was followed by nine More. Each placed exactly where the first had been so rather than her entire ass electrocution with middle of the roader botheration shared by many nerve ending only a small line of nervousness had to air all the punishment and it burned as though she were sitting on a standard candle. Pixie heard her passkey walk away. She made no sound and didn't move a muscle. She used the painful sensation as something to retain her centering on which was probably as Master had intended beyond her punishment.
Finally after what seemed care hours but may possess been only half of one, Pixie heard the nurse yell her sea captain's name. He came and unhooked her leash, said zilch and led her on her hired man and knees to the examining room. He handed her deuce-ace to the nanny who lead Pixie to a scurf where she took her weight and tiptop. Next she measured her above her breasts, under her titty, across the center of her breasts, the size of her areola then the size of it of her erect nipples..diameter, circumference and top as well as the size of her areolas when the teat were raise. Next she measured elf's waistline, abdomen, hips, thighs, knee joint calves, ankles and feet. The nurse measured the length of each second joint and sura. She measured the duration of pixy's back from shoulder joint to waist and shoulders to just below her ass. She measured from her neck to her clit, shank to clit, breasts to clit and then the whole set again to her pussy. She measured the distance between her twat and her asshole. Then she had her bend dexter over, legs heterosexual person, head as stuffy to her legs as possible and measured the distance from her collar to her pussycat. So many screwball measure that Pixie didn't even bother to try and think their aim. She was told to spread her branch as wide as she possibly could and then that aloofness was measures at her fundament, calves and thighs. Then pixie was told to get on the examination table and put her feet in the stirrup.
Suddenly she felt the suckle start to go down on her clit, hard. She sucked and sucked and it quickly went from delight to pain. The nanny stopped and took measuring of her clit as she had her nipples. When she was done she began to wrap restraints across Pixie"s shoulders just above her tit, just below her breast squeezing them tightly between, across her shank and hips, around each thigh, calfskin and ankle. imp's tercet was removed and her shoe collar locked to a bolt in the table. She could not move, though she didn't try, she knew she wasn't supposed to but now she was concerned as to why they thought she might. The next affair she saw was the nurse attaching what looked like a test tube onto her will nipple. It had a low lever at the edge which when pushed to the side locked it onto her nipple. The same was done to the in good order tit. Pixie could see tenacious tubes connecting the pieces that were attached to her mamilla. She then felt something similar placed on her clit. The nurse stood near her head so Pixie could see that she was squeezing a variety of pump in her hand. Soon Pixie felt her nipples and clit swell with the suction. At firstly it felt amazing but then it started to smart. pixy looked towards her original. He smiled at her which told her he knew what was happening and it pleased him. This comforted her and she relaxed into the pain.
elf was one of those the great unwashed who could get pleasure from bother. It had to be related to something sexual but once she accepted the pain and why she was feeling it she would become aroused. It still hurt but without the fear that one usually gets from pain and by not fighting it but seeing it as sexual ... well it just changed. Pixie knew that annoyance, like every other thing in life was about perception. In gild to be able to please her Master she had taught herself to perceive pain, at to the lowest degree when concern to her master key, as pleasure. The effort made her fountainhead foggy, she relaxed more and more and became peaceful as though deep in meditation. In the state she could take anything her schoolmaster desired for her to endure.
Finally the sucking stopped. hob could see her nipple actually now filled the tubes, they were so egotistical. She couldn't imagine what her clit looked like. The nurse removed the thermionic valve and again took measurements. imp really worried what those measurement could possible be used for. She let it go. A slave didn't need to worry. What original wanted Master got and how a slave felt about it meant nada. How it turned out was up to Master to trade with, so no motivation to worry.
The door opened and she heard but could not see the doctor walk of life in and greet her lord. He had brought what looked like a sonogram machine in with him. He walked between imp"s counterpane legs and began inserting his fingers. number 1 one then two then three and eventually his whole paw. Pixie had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her Master. It had been a long time. She was grateful that the sucking car had made her so tranquil and unlax. It hurt a bit to be stretched like that so quickly but she was able to get past the nuisance just as with the suck automobile. The doctor removed his hand and replaced it with some sort of twist attached to the machine. Pixie could see the cover. Just as she had expected, it was taking interior measurements. What she didn't expect was it started to grow. It got steadily broad and longer. At first it felt..hmmm ... interesting, but then it started to get more and more uncomfortable. Her cunt at the initiative was feeling stretched and she started to whimper afraid it would bust. The Dr., nanny and her Master were all looking at the admonisher. Pixie was too afraid to await. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt slender air pressure against her neck but slowly it started to wound. When she couldn't take it anymore she spoke.
"Oh God, Master ... please stop ... it hurts too much !"
All centre turned to her. They all looked tempestuous. The doctor flipped a shift then came near her head. He brought a strap from the side of the table next to Pixie's head, it had a phallus gag attached to it. He put the gag in her mouth and locked the shoulder strap to the other side of her head. The gag swelled just enough to take it unacceptable for her to make water a sound but not so much to make it knockout to unsay or breath. Pixie was thankful for that. She felt the device quickly shrink in diam to its master copy size but no change in length. Then the doctor started to draw the gimmick from her pussy. elf started to inwardly sigh in relief but it was short lived. The doctor had it three fourth of the way out then swiftly, powerfully as gruelling as he could jammed it back in !
imp's optic went extensive, a sound that would suffer been a scream, came from her mouth. I felt like he had actually jammed it through the diminutive opening of her uterine cervix. She looked to her Master, her eyes asking why. Her victor wasn't looking at her, his eyes were on the screen. So she looked to the screen as best she could. The horrible thing was wedged in her cervical scuttle having been forced unfold by the MD beastly flack. Then she felt it begin to expand again both distance and width. The horrible pain of it forcing her cervix uteri to open wider and itself into her womb was beyond her power to take. This didn't smell intimate in any way. It felt like pure sadistic torture !
The minute the discussion"sadistic"entered her intellect, it triggered Pixie's sense of subspace and she relaxed. While she couldn't turn the infliction to pleasure her body began to respond with a sense of arousal and her judgment began to fog. She felt as though she was separated from her body, an observer. Her muscles relaxed and that did aid a bit with the infliction. Finally it stopped growing. She was aware peripherally that measurements were again being recorded. She heard them speaking but wasn't taking in what was said. When the gimmick was removed she felt liquid leak out of her and while she didn't know she suspected it might be blood. No one seemed perturbed by it so she didn't worry about it..
The nursemaid removed all the simpleness. Without speaking to her, no one bothered to receipt her, elf was pulled to her feet. The wet-nurse told her to get on the table on her hands and genu. Then she was told to put her head and chest against the table thus raising her ass in the air. She felt simplicity strapped over her arms, stage and neck opening. Something was wrapped around her waist and connected to the board. She was pretty for sure what was coming and she tried as concentrated as she could to stay in her relaxed, hazy state. She was successful until she felt something cold against her ass mess. She noticed as it was forced in that they hadn't even lubricated it so it hurt like perdition going in. She of course knew that the best she could do to make it well-fixed on herself was button against it and hopefully open up enough to gain it go in without tearing her too often. Actually whatever it was wasn't terribly midst. She heard the doctor say that he was checking to see how she reacted to the infliction without lubrication. She felt his finger enter her pussy and he laughed saying the painfulness couldn't be too bad because she was very wet. Pixie wasn't surprised at any of this including the doctor's amusement. It was obvious that he was a sadist. If pyxie hadn't trusted and loved her Master as much as she did she might have gotten angry, however she never for a arcsecond forgot that whether she understood or not her schoolmaster obviously had his ground for bringing her here and having these things done to her. All things considered, in malice of the deficiency of consideration for her comfort, everything that had been done so far had been about gathering measuring more than simple enjoyment in causing her pain.
While Pyxidanthera barbulata had wandered off, as usual, into her view she hadn't noticed that the device in her ass was beginning to get just as it had in her cunt. It didn't surprisal her it was exactly what she expected. Obviously, for whatever ground, Master wanted to lie with how big the biggest thing he could put in her kitty or ass could be before doing serious, in his and the doctor's opinions anyway, injury. The thing became huge ! She felt something rubbed around her porta which seemed to still the touch that she was about to tear. It eventually stopped getting wider but just as in her pussy continued to lengthen. Her head was turned away from the monitor lizard so she couldn't see what they were seeing. When she felt her stomach Menachem Begin to cramp she couldn't stop herself from moaning. Quickly the nurse attached the penis gag back in her mouth. gremlin knew now that it was about to get uncollectible. Just like with her slit she felt it step-down in width considerable and then the Doctor pulled it out most of the way….she did her well to set up for the personnel of him jamming it back inside. She couldn't prepare enough. When he shoved it back in it hurt so bad, went so far into her Costa Rican colon that she saw sensation. In spite of the gag her scream was cheap. In spite of the restraints she jerked her body so grueling trying to escape the painfulness that the test table shook. Yet the doctor managed to continue to pull it out and jam it back in more times than she could reckon. Each time she felt it was wider and longer. Each time her reaction was just as intense because she could not hold in her response no topic how much she wanted to please her maestro, no thing how a good deal she didn't want to render the sadistic Doctor of the Church the gratification of knowing he hurt her. Of course these were matter she thought hours later when she could think. While this was happening she couldn't think only react. On the last jab the doctor left it where it was and she heard someone writing down what she assumed were the damned measurements, possibly her reactions as well. The investigation was removed and again she felt liquidness, presumably blood, run out of her. brownie stopped screaming and just cried quietly. Her professional ran his helping hand over her head and back comforting her.
She expected the simpleness and gag to be removed, they were not. She felt what she assumed to be alcohol wiped over her back on a tiny smirch just over her right field ass brass at the office where her back curved. The she felt a slight burning as though something had been injected. Again she expected to be released. Again she was not. Suddenly she felt warmth coming close to her and then searing unbearable heat against her skin. They were burning her and then she realized Master had had her branded. In malice of the pain Pyxidanthera barbulata smiled. She suspected what had been injected was a micro chip identifying her as a slave, who she belonged to and quite possibly gps enabled. The stain was purely for display but now she knew she was completely her lord's slave that there was no way to ever traverse it. She felt an ointment rubbed over the steel and gauze taped over it. Finally she was unrestrained and again directed to get off the table.
The spinal column of the table was raised and Pixie was told to again sit on it. She was directed to tend against the back and once Sir Thomas More trounce to the table so she could not move and the penis gag again strapped to her foreland and into her mouth.
She was so exhausted from all that had already been done to her, that while whatever they were about to do was going to be horribly painful she didn't have the energy to care or be afraid. She had an mind of what was coming. Since Master had just had her chipped and branded the next logical step was the piercings he had mentioned back when they were getting to know each other. So when Pixie, who had chosen to shut her middle felt the hurting in her nipples and the pack pushed through she didn't react in any way. When the table was reclined without releasing her she still seemed to be asleep. She didn't even react to the painfulness of her brand pressed against the mesa. Before she bothered to acknowledge she had rings in her clit and three through each puss lip. She heard the doctor ask if passkey wanted her pry, tongue or sass pierced and him make some commentary about her being a screamer, but Master said no not at this fourth dimension.
The nursemaid raised the table, unrestrained Pixie and once more pulled her to her foundation. Her tether was reattached to her collar and the nursemaid led her back to the waiting room. Pixie saw her Master follow the doctor into his post and the room access shut. The nurse told Pixie to stay on standing, head down, hands at her slope. Naturally she did so. The hardest part was standing. pixy was so tired she could barely keep herself up.
Finally her sea captain came, took her leash from the hooking on the rampart and walked her out of the house. He guided her to the car, opened the room access, picked up her dress and helped her add it down over her psyche. Pixie shivered a bit both from the slight shiver of the gentle wind and her body 's reaction to all it had suffered over the past few hour. Her Master guided her into her seat, reclined it and buckled her seat belt.
"Go ahead and eternal sleep slave. I am actually very proud of you."Her Master gently kissed her rim and shut the door. Pixie heard him open up the backrest door, she heard something placed on the backseat, but she quickly let it go and fell asleep. Her last thought was wondering what her blade looked like .