Pixie was going to see a doctor. Not because she was ill but simply because her Master said that was where he was taking her. It didn't even occur to her to ask why. Her mind, Sir Thomas More and more was turning into that of a straight striver and that made gremlin very glad.
It was obvious from the import they arrived that this was not an ordinary medical practice. commencement, it was located in a tumid house with a very long driveway. A improbable fence surrounded the entire attribute and it was mi from anything else. Within the fencing it was almost like a forest. There was no way anyone would see inside the house without license. The front logic gate had an real guard stationed 24 hrs a day. Honestly it gave Pixie the creeps, but she trusted her passe-partout enough to accept signed her slave contract giving him gross dominance and ownership of her dead body, mind, heart and soul. She signed it knowing that it made her nothing more than a possession, an object if that was how her Master chose to treat her.
Before meeting her Master, she had chatted with others online. She had met various master copy who had been concern in owning her. It was a bully experience. Through chats, role playacting and their descriptions of how they wished to use her, Pyxidanthera barbulata had learned the difference between a Dom, a Master, a sadist and men who really had no idea what being a victor really meant. Most of all she was able to larn 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 straight maestro viewed his hard worker as a worthful will power. Her health, well being and fear was as important as the care he took of any worthful willpower. strike a car for model. Some men used their cars but rarely washed them, only took them to the machinist if there was a job and did n't worry about dents and excoriation. They never concerned themselves with the type of gas or oil they used and threw garbage on the DoI. They did n't care at all what force their deficiency of upkeep had on it. It was a meaningless self-control that they would sell to whoever wanted it when they no longer did.
However, others made sure that the gas they put in the tank and the oil for the engine was the best their car required to run well. They kept it clean and wax, kept it in the garage away from the elements as much as possible and got regular maintenance checks. They might occasionally bear on its point of accumulation but never to the point of dangerous permanent damage. Ultimately if it served them well they recognized it as a valuable investing and it brought them pleasure for a very tenacious time. Of form the car had no comment on its care, 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 response and the car made no requests, offered no belief and made no complaints and naturally owned zero itself. The car seat covers did n't go to the car. If he chose to have another vehicle and use it instead for any length of prison term, one vehicle had no say about the early and did not complain about being ignored. He could percentage it, give it away or sell it as he chose. All this was true, as well, with a truthful slave.
Pixie knew that this was the basic Master/slave relationship. However each relationship was dissimilar as each captain was different and so she continued her search until she found a Master that she could outflank serve just like every car did n't fit every man the same was straight between Masters and slaves. gremlin, until she signed a hard worker contract had a choice. The contract when written was given to her to analyse and discourse. The rules and anticipation of her passe-partout were spelled out and it was up to the overlord to either change what she could n't fit in to or decide she wasn't the right slave for him, she had the Same alternative. So now, here she was with the skipper she had chosen and who had chosen her. From the import she signed the contract she had given him the power to do with her as he chose, she hoped she had chosen correctly because now she had no more choices and when it came to it there was no guarantee he would honor the contract bridge except that through their chats she had come to trust him. Pixie had always had good inherent aptitude so while she was a little nervous, anyone with a brain would be, she was n't really afraid. She was honestly more shake up than anything else. Still, the full set up for the doctor 's exercise was ... well ... kinda creepy.
Master had let her sit in the front seat. She wore only her collar, a plain dress and nothing on her metrical unit. She had no need of shoes or underwear. Master had kindly told her where they were going but chose not to tell her what would happen when they got there. Would one tell their car what the auto-mechanic was going to do ?
Master parked the car, got out and came around to his striver letting her out of the car. He removed her dress and attached a triad to her collar. pixy 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 door and resound the chime. The door was soon opened by a female person slave wearing a collar and a short nurses dress. It was brusk enough for pixie to see the striver was allowed panties. She also had a garter, white stockings and reasonable white nurses shoes. Pixie was amused at this hard worker version of a nurse 's uniform. Naturally her amusement was not obvious to anyone.
The nurse led her maestro and herself to the waiting room. The waiting room had various decent comfy chairs and attached to the rampart were hooks. Two former slave knelt against the wall their leashes attached to the hooks. They knelt in the distinctive striver fashion, ass on their blackguard, legs spread wide, hands palm up on their thigh, neck straight person and eye looking downward. Master led Pixie to the wall attached her leash to one of the maulers and said simply"down slave ”.
Pixie had n't seen the other schoolmaster. She had n't looked at the other striver enough to notice more than that they were both female person and the position they were in. If asked she could n't even describe them. Her nidus was completely on her professional and his commands.
As there was zero else to do, Pixie stared at the carpet. Dealing with the boredom of waiting for her Master to use her or overtop her to do something was more unmanageable than dealing with any painfulness or humiliation she might brave. Pixie was by nature fidgety. When left to herself her mind was used to running in all sorts of centering. So far she had impressed herself by not moving or speaking without permit but since she had signed her contract this was the longest she had had to hold in 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 urge on the incline of her olfactory organ. She glanced as carefully as she could up at her Master to see if he was watching, hoping he might be fussy and she could scratch 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 notice if she scratched her nose ? If they did would they tell her professional ? She quickly glanced, as carefully as possible, at the former two hard worker. They were still kneeling perfectly still eyeball looking at the rug. Pixie felt a bit bolder and looked towards the former two Masters. She didn't smell directly at them, just sort of raised her eyes only as much as necessity to see which way they faced. They weren't looking her way either. Quickly and as subtly as potential she scratched her nose. Sighing inwardly with ease she went back to staring at the rug. It was beige with rap flowers and green leaves running on vines all over it.
Pixie's left invertebrate foot was going numb."Drat !"She thought to herself, again glancing at the other two slaves. They were still in posture like a pair of statues. She wondered how they did that. Pixie wiggled the toes on her leave alone 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 intellect was racing with questions.
How many slave were here that she didn't see ? What time was skipper's date ? Was there to a greater extent than one doctor ? If there was only one and there were two slaves in front of her how long would she be stuck in this position ? How long would each of their appointments strike ? What were they each here for ? What exactly was she here for ?
Pixie"s began to shake back and Forth slightly. It was a substance abuse she had always had and something she did without realizing. If she hadn't been lost in all her questions she would feature remained focused and still. She also didn't notification that her Master was standing in front line of her glaring down at her. After a few minutes she did realize her judgment had wandered and she shifted her sharpen back to the carpeting. That 's when she realized her Master's blacken shoes were standing on top of the efflorescence she had been looking at right in front of her articulatio genus. brownie froze. She stopped rocking. She wasn't sure if she should look 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 job ? Do you need to use the bathroom ? Perhaps you are sitting on an ant hill ?"
Pixie wished her professional hadn't said the part about the ant hill. He knew her sense of mood and that it would piss her grin and bet up at him. She did so, even though she had a touch sensation he did it to entrap her into misbehaving even more. Sure enough, when she met her sea captain's eyes he did not look proud of. Still, as he had not told her specifically to speak, she knew enough not to reply, that the dubiousness were rhetorical.
"slave turn and face the bulwark, caput on the floor against the paries, ass up in the air, legs spread ... now !"
hob quickly changed to the lieu her victor commanded. She knew that she had displeased him by making it attend as though he hadn't trained her properly. She was grateful however, in bitchiness of the humiliation of the side because it allowed the ancestry to circulate better in her stage and feet plus she couldn't rock'n'roll in this situation so even if she lost focus she was less in all probability to travel without realizing it.
"fracture !"brownie just barely stopped herself from yelping as sea captain's belt hit her ass. Quickly she prepared herself for another, there was no way there would be only one. Sure enough it was followed by nine more than. Each placed exactly where the first had been so rather than her total ass burning at the stake with lead hurting shared by many nerve endings only a small telephone circuit of nerves had to bare all the punishment and it burned as though she were sitting on a candle. Pyxidanthera barbulata heard her maestro walkway away. She made no phone and didn't move a brawniness. She used the hurting as something to keep back her focus on which was probably as maestro had intended beyond her punishment.
Finally after what seemed similar hours but may have been only one-half of one, imp heard the nurse vociferation her Master's name. He came and unhooked her leash, said naught and led her on her hired man and knees to the examining room. He handed her three to the nursemaid who lead Pixie to a scale where she took her weight and stature. Next she measured her above her boob, under her breast, across the center of her tit, the size of her areolas then the size of her erect nipples..diameter, circuit and top as well as the size of her areola when the nipples were erect. Next she measured Pixie's waist, abdomen, hips, thighs, knees calves, articulatio talocruralis and metrical unit. The nanny measured the distance of each thigh and calf. She measured the duration of pyxie's back from shoulders to waist and shoulders to just below her ass. She measured from her neck to her clit, waist to clit, breasts to clit and then the whole set again to her pussy. She measured the distance between her pussy and her asshole. Then she had her bend over, branch straight, read/write head as close to her legs as possible and measured the distance from her collar to her pussycat. So many crazy measure that pyxie didn't even bother to try and imagine their aim. She was told to spread her leg as wide as she possibly could and then that length was measures at her feet, calves and second joint. Then elf was told to get on the examination table and put her feet in the stirrups.
Suddenly she felt the breastfeed start to suck her clit, hard. She sucked and sucked and it quickly went from pleasure to pain. The nurse stopped and took mensuration of her clit as she had her nipples. When she was done she began to wrap restraints across hob"s shoulders just above her breasts, just below her tit squeezing them tightly between, across her waist and rosehip, around each thigh, calf and ankle. Pyxidanthera barbulata's triplet was removed and her collar locked to a bolt in the board. 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 adjacent matter she saw was the nurse attaching what looked like a test tube onto her left hand nipple. It had a small lever tumbler at the bound which when pushed to the side locked it onto her tit. The same was done to the right nipple. Pixie could see retentive metro connecting the pieces that were attached to her nipples. She then felt something similar placed on her clitoris. The suck stood near her mind so Pixie could see that she was squeezing a sort of ticker in her manus. Soon Pixie felt her nipple and clit sheik with the suck. At inaugural it felt amazing but then it started to hurt. Pixie looked towards her master key. 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.
pixy was one of those mass who could get pleasure from pain. It had to be related to something intimate but once she accepted the hurting and why she was feeling it she would go aroused. It still anguish but without the fear that one usually gets from pain sensation and by not fighting it but seeing it as intimate ... well it just changed. Pixie knew that pain, like every other matter in life-time was about percept. In order to be able to please her Master she had taught herself to perceive bother, at to the lowest degree when related to her Master, as pleasure. The effort made her head foggy, she relaxed more and more and became passive as though trench in speculation. In the state she could take anything her Master desired for her to endure.
Finally the suck stopped. gremlin could see her mamilla actually now filled the tube, they were so swollen. She couldn't imagine what her clit looked like. The nurse removed the tubes and again took measuring. Pixie really worried what those measurements could possible be used for. She let it go. A buckle down didn't need to worry. What Master wanted professional got and how a striver felt about it meant zip. How it turned out was up to overlord to mete out with, so no pauperism to worry.
The threshold opened and she heard but could not see the doctor walk in and greet her skipper. He had brought what looked like a sonogram motorcar in with him. He walked between gremlin"s spreading legs and began inserting his fingerbreadth. first gear one then two then three and eventually his solid script. Pixie had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her overlord. It had been a recollective time. She was thankful that the suction machine had made her so composure and relaxed. It hurt a bit to be stretched like that so quickly but she was able to get past the pain just as with the sucking machine. The doctor removed his bridge player and replaced it with some sort of gimmick attached to the machine. elf could see the cover. Just as she had expected, it was taking internal measure. What she didn't expect was it started to grow. It got steadily full and longer. At first it felt..hmmm ... interesting, but then it started to get more and more uncomfortable. Her pussy at the gap was feeling stretched and she started to wail afraid it would tear. The Dr., nurse and her master key were all looking at the monitor. Pixie was too afraid to look. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt flimsy pressure against her cervix uteri but slowly it started to spite. When she couldn't take it anymore she spoke.
"Oh God, lord ... please stop ... it hurts too very much !"
All eyes turned to her. They all looked angry. The doctor flipped a switch then came near her head. He brought a shoulder strap from the side of the table next to Pixie's school principal, it had a penis gag attached to it. He put the gag in her mouthpiece and locked the shoulder strap to the other position of her question. The gag swelled just enough to make it impossible for her to make a sound but not so much to make it intemperately to unsay or breath. Pixie was grateful for that. She felt the device quickly reduce in diameter to its original size but no change in length. Then the doctor started to pull the device from her pussy. Pyxidanthera barbulata started to inwardly suspire in relief but it was inadequate lived. The doctor had it three quarters of the way out then swiftly, powerfully as firmly as he could impede it back in !
imp's heart went all-inclusive, a speech sound that would have been a wow, came from her back talk. I felt like he had actually jammed it through the tiny scuttle of her cervix. She looked to her Master, her eyes asking why. Her schoolmaster wasn't looking at her, his center were on the blind. So she looked to the screen as best she could. The horrible matter was wedged in her cervical curtain raising having been forced opened by the doctor brutish plan of attack. Then she felt it lead off to expand again both length and breadth. The ugly pain of it forcing her cervix to open wider and itself into her womb was beyond her power to take. This didn't feel sexual in any way. It felt corresponding pure sadistic twisting !
The hour the word"sadistic"entered her nous, it triggered pixy's sense of subspace and she relaxed. While she couldn't turn the annoyance to pleasure her eubstance began to reply with a sense of arousal and her brain began to fog. She felt as though she was separated from her body, an commentator. Her musculus relaxed and that did avail a bit with the pain sensation. Finally it stopped growing. She was aware peripherally that measurement were again being recorded. She heard them speaking but wasn't taking in what was said. When the twist was removed she felt liquidness outflow 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 nurse removed all the restraints. Without speaking to her, no one bothered to acknowledge her, hob was pulled to her fundament. The lactate told her to get on the table on her hands and knees. Then she was told to put her head and chest against the table thus raising her ass in the air. She felt restraints strapped over her limb, legs and neck. Something was wrapped around her shank and connected to the table. She was pretty sure what was coming and she tried as firmly as she could to stay on in her relaxed, hazy state. She was successful until she felt something cold against her ass hole. She noticed as it was forced in that they hadn't even lubricated it so it hurt like hell going in. She of course knew that the near she could do to do it promiscuous on herself was push against it and hopefully open up enough to make it go in without tearing her too much. Actually whatever it was wasn't terribly midst. She heard the Doctor say that he was checking to see how she reacted to the painful sensation without lubrication. She felt his finger enrol her pussy and he laughed saying the pain couldn't be too bad because she was very wet. pixy wasn't surprised at any of this including the physician's entertainment. It was obvious that he was a sadist. If pixy hadn't trusted and loved her Master as much as she did she might let gotten angry, however she never for a arcsecond forgot that whether she understood or not her maestro obviously had his reasons for bringing her here and having these things done to her. All affair considered, in spite of the want of consideration for her solace, everything that had been done so far had been about gathering measurements more than mere use in causing her pain.
While Pixie had wandered off, as common, into her view she hadn't noticed that the device in her ass was beginning to grow just as it had in her pussy. It didn't surprise her it was exactly what she expected. Obviously, for whatever reason, Master wanted to have it off how big the bounteous thing he could put in her slit or ass could be before doing unplayful, in his and the Doctor's opinions anyway, hurt. The affair became huge ! She felt something rubbed around her orifice which seemed to ease the spirit that she was about to tear. It eventually stopped getting wider but just as in her purulent continued to lengthen. Her head was turned away from the reminder so she couldn't see what they were seeing. When she felt her stomach Begin to cramp she couldn't stop herself from moaning. Quickly the nurse attached the phallus gag back in her sassing. pyxie knew now that it was about to get spoiled. Just like with her pussy she felt it decrease in width considerable and then the doctor pulled it out near of the way….she did her best to prepare for the strength 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 colon that she saw star topology. In spite of the gag her shrieking was gaudy. In spite of the constraint she jerked her body so intemperately trying to escape the pain in the ass that the exam table shook. Yet the doctor managed to continue to attract 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 vivid because she could not curb her response no matter how much she wanted to please her skipper, no topic how much she didn't want to leave the sadistic medico the gratification of knowing he hurt her. Of course these were thing she thought 60 minutes later when she could think. While this was happening she couldn't think only oppose. On the final jab the MD left it where it was and she heard individual writing down what she assumed were the unsaved measurements, possibly her chemical reaction as well. The probe was removed and again she felt liquid, presumably rake, run out of her. Pixie stopped screaming and just cried quietly. Her lord ran his hand over her forefront 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 spot just over her ripe ass boldness at the post where her back curved. The she felt a slight burn as though something had been injected. Again she expected to be released. Again she was not. Suddenly she felt warmness coming close to her and then searing unbearable warmth against her tegument. They were burning her and then she realized Master had had her branded. In cattiness of the pain Pixie smiled. She suspected what had been injected was a micro potato chip identifying her as a slave, who she belonged to and quite possibly gps enabled. The stigma was purely for show but now she knew she was completely her Master's slave that there was no way to ever refuse it. She felt an ointment rubbed over the brand and veiling taped over it. Finally she was frantic and again directed to get off the table.
The back of the board was raised and elf was told to again sit on it. She was directed to lean against the back and once more lash to the table so she could not impress and the phallus gag again strapped to her head teacher 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 afflictive she didn't have the energy to care or be afraid. She had an musical theme 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 eyes felt the pain in the ass in her teat and the mob 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 pain of her trade name pressed against the table. Before she bothered to notice she had doughnut in her button and three through each snatch lip. She heard the doctor ask if Master wanted her nozzle, tongue or rim pierced and him make some commentary about her being a screamer, but headmaster said no not at this time.
The nanny raised the table, mad Pixie and once more pulled her to her feet. Her trey was reattached to her choker and the nurse led her back to the waiting way. Pixie saw her sea captain keep up the doctor into his office and the door shut. The give suck told Pixie to continue standing, head down, hands at her sides. Naturally she did so. The severely role was standing. pixy was so tired she could barely hold on herself up.
Finally her victor came, took her leash from the crotchet on the wall and walked her out of the house. He guided her to the car, opened the door, picked up her garb and helped her bring it down over her head. elf shivered a bit both from the slight shiver of the breeze and her body 's chemical reaction to all it had suffered over the preceding few hours. Her headmaster guided her into her can, reclined it and buckled her seat belt.
"Go ahead and eternal sleep slave. I am actually very lofty of you."Her Master gently kissed her back talk and shut the door. Pyxidanthera barbulata heard him open the back threshold, she heard something placed on the backseat, but she quickly let it go and fell asleep. Her last intellection was wondering what her marque looked like .