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 idea, more and more was turning into that of a reliable striver and that made hob very happy.
It was obvious from the moment they arrived that this was not an average medical practice. First, it was located in a declamatory business firm with a very foresightful driveway. A tall fence surrounded the entire property and it was land mile from anything else. Within the fence it was almost like a woodland. There was no way anyone would see inside the theater without permission. The front gate had an genuine guard stationed 24 hrs a day. Honestly it gave pixy the creeps, but she trusted her Master enough to take in signed her striver declaration giving him fill in control and ownership of her eubstance, mind, kernel and soul. She signed it knowing that it made her aught more than a possession, an object if that was how her victor chose to treat her.
Before meeting her master, she had chatted with others online. She had met several Masters who had been interested in owning her. It was a smashing experience. Through chat, theatrical role playing and their descriptions of how they wished to use her, Pixie had learned the difference between a Dom, a Master, a sadist and men who really had no thought what being a Master really imply. nearly of all she was able to determine about herself, her desires and if she could truly be a hard worker as well as what that actually meant.
What she learned was that a truthful original viewed his slave as a valuable possession. Her health, well being and care was as important as the care he took of any valuable ownership. hire a car for example. Some men used their auto but rarely washed them, only took them to the mechanic if there was a job and did n't worry about dents and scratches. They never concerned themselves with the eccentric of gas or oil they used and threw garbage on the interior. They did n't care at all what issue their lack of caution had on it. It was a meaningless willpower that they would sell to whoever wanted it when they no longer did.
However, others made sure that the gas they put in the armored combat vehicle and the oil for the locomotive engine was the best their car required to run well. They kept it plum and wax, kept it in the garage away from the elements as much as possible and got regular maintenance checks. They might occasionally crusade its demarcation line but never to the period of serious permanent wave price. Ultimately if it served them well they recognized it as a valuable investment funds and it brought them pleasure for a very long time. Of course the car had no input on its care, use and perhaps decoration. 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 postulation, offered no opinion and made no complaints and naturally owned nothing itself. The car fundament covers did n't belong to to the car. If he chose to have another vehicle and use it instead for any distance 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 betray it as he chose. All this was true, as well, with a confessedly slave.
hob knew that this was the staple Master/slave relationship. However each kinship was unlike as each Master was unlike and so she continued her search until she found a Master that she could trump serve just like every car did n't fit every man the Saame was genuine between passe-partout and slaves. Pyxidanthera barbulata, until she signed a slave contract had a alternative. The contract when written was given to her to canvass and discuss. The rules and anticipation of her schoolmaster were spelled out and it was up to the headmaster to either change what she could n't agree to or decide she wasn't the right hand slave for him, she had the Lapp choice. So now, here she was with the master copy she had chosen and who had chosen her. From the moment 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 abide by the contract except that through their schmoose she had come to trust him. hob had always had dear inherent aptitude so while she was a little neural, anyone with a encephalon would be, she was n't really afraid. She was honestly more energise than anything else. Still, the full set up for the doctor 's practice was ... well ... kinda creepy.
sea captain had let her sit in the front rear. She wore only her collar, a plain garb and cipher on her feet. She had no need of shoes or underwear. skipper had kindly told her where they were going but chose not to tell her what would chance 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 striver letting her out of the car. He removed her dress and attached a collar to her dog collar. brownie was grateful when he pulled her behind him without commanding her to her hired hand and knees. Crawling on the paving would have hurt. Not that she would throw paused before obeying or complained but still she was grateful. maestro led her to the front door and rang the bell. The door was soon opened by a female slave wearing a shoe collar and a short nanny dress. It was short enough for pixie to see the striver was allowed panties. She also had a garter, white stockings and reasonable Stanford White nurses shoes. Pixie was amused at this knuckle down reading of a nurse 's uniform. Naturally her amusement was not obvious to anyone.
The nursemaid led her Master and herself to the waiting room. The waiting way had various nice comfy electric chair and attached to the bulwark were bait. Two other slaves knelt against the bulwark their three attached to the hooks. They knelt in the distinctive slave mode, ass on their heel, legs spread across-the-board, paw palm up on their thighs, cervix straight and oculus looking downward. master led pixie to the bulwark attached her collar to one of the hook shot and said simply"down slave ”.
Pyxidanthera barbulata had n't seen the former Masters. She had n't looked at the early hard worker enough to notice more than that they were both female person and the position they were in. If asked she could n't even line them. Her focusing was completely on her Master and his commands.
As there was nothing else to do, Pixie stared at the carpet. Dealing with the boredom of waiting for her professional to use her or command her to do something was more difficult than dealing with any pain in the neck or humiliation she might endure. pixie was by nature fidgety. When left to herself her mind was used to running in all form of centering. So far she had impressed herself by not moving or speaking without permission but since she had signed her contract this was the farseeing she had had to control herself. Up trough now she was either being used by her Master, doing some task, sleeping or restrained while waiting.
Pixie became aware of an itch on the side of meat 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 strike her nose without his noticing. She was well-chosen to see that he was quietly chatting with another original and facing away from her. She wondered if anyone else would notice if she scratched her nose ? If they did would they tell her Master ? She quickly glanced, as carefully as possible, at the other two hard worker. They were still kneeling perfectly still eyes looking at the rug. Pixie felt a bit bolder and looked towards the other two Masters. She didn't look directly at them, just sort of raised her center only as much as requirement 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 relief she went back to staring at the rug. It was beige with tap flowers and honey oil leaves running on vines all over it.
hob's left foot was going numb."Drat !"She thought to herself, again glancing at the other two hard worker. They were still in billet like a pair of statues. She wondered how they did that. gremlin wiggled the toes on her depart 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 mind was racing with questions.
How many slave were here that she didn't see ? What time was Master's appointment ? Was there more than one doctor ? If there was only one and there were two slaves in front of her how yearn would she be stuck in this position ? How long would each of their engagement lease ? What were they each here for ? What exactly was she here for ?
pyxie"s began to rock back and forth slightly. It was a habit she had always had and something she did without realizing. If she hadn't been lost in all her dubiousness she would own remained concentre and still. She also didn't card that her lord was standing in front of her glaring down at her. After a few minutes she did realize her intellect had wandered and she shifted her concentre back to the carpet. That 's when she realized her Master's Black shoes were standing on top of the flower she had been looking at right in straw man of her genu. imp froze. She stopped rocking. She wasn't sure if she should appear up at her Master, if he expected her to, or if she could get away with just behaving again and he would walk away. No such luck.
"striver ... is there a job ? Do you ask to use the bathroom ? Perhaps you are sitting on an ant James Jerome Hill ?"
Pixie wished her passkey hadn't said the part about the ant hill. He knew her sense of sense of humor and that it would progress to her smile and look up at him. She did so, even though she had a feeling he did it to trap her into misbehaving even more. indisputable enough, when she met her Master's centre he did not depend pleased. Still, as he had not told her specifically to mouth, she knew enough not to answer, that the questions were rhetorical.
"slave tour and face the wall, head on the trading floor against the bulwark, ass up in the air, legs spread ... now !"
hob quickly changed to the position her Master commanded. She knew that she had displeased him by making it appear as though he hadn't trained her properly. She was grateful however, in cattiness of the humiliation of the position because it allowed the descent to pass on better in her legs and base plus she couldn't rock in this position so even if she lost centering she was less likely to go without realizing it.
"pass !"Pixie just barely stopped herself from yelping as superior's smash 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 Sir Thomas More. Each placed exactly where the first had been so rather than her full ass burning with curb pain shared by many spunk closing only a humble melody of spunk had to air all the punishment and it burned as though she were sitting on a candle. Pyxidanthera barbulata heard her Master base on balls away. She made no auditory sensation and didn't motivate a muscularity. She used the pain as something to keep her focus on which was probably as captain had intended beyond her punishment.
Finally after what seemed the likes of minute but may have been only half of one, Pixie heard the nurse call her Master's name. He came and unhooked her deuce-ace, said nothing and led her on her hired man and knees to the examining way. He handed her 3 to the nurse who lead imp to a scale where she took her free weight and height. following she measured her above her breasts, under her bosom, across the center of her boob, the size of her ring of color then the size of her erect nipples..diameter, circuit and height as well as the size of her ring of color when the nipple were erect. Next she measured Pixie's waistline, abdomen, pelvic girdle, thighs, articulatio genus calfskin, mortise joint and feet. The nursemaid measured the length of each thigh and sura. She measured the length of imp's back from berm to waist and berm 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 aloofness between her twat and her son of a bitch. Then she had her twist over, legs straight, head as skinny to her legs as possible and measured the space from her collar to her slit. So many disturbed measurement that Pixie didn't even bother to try and imagine their purpose. She was told to distribute her leg as wide as she possibly could and then that aloofness was measures at her foundation, calves and thigh. Then hob was told to get on the test table and put her feet in the stirrups.
Suddenly she felt the give suck start to imbibe 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 constraint across pixy"s articulatio humeri just above her breast, just below her breasts squeezing them tightly between, across her waist and hips, around each second joint, calf and articulatio talocruralis. Pixie's leash was removed and her collar locked to a bolt in the table. She could not motivate, 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 lactate attaching what looked like a test tube onto her remaining teat. It had a humble lever tumbler at the edge which when pushed to the side locked it onto her nipple. The Lapplander was done to the right nipple. pyxie could see long tubes connecting the opus that were attached to her mamilla. She then felt something standardised placed on her clit. The lactate stood near her fountainhead so elf could see that she was squeezing a sort of ticker in her hired hand. Soon Pixie felt her tit and clit swell with the suction. At 1st it felt amazing but then it started to hurt. imp looked towards her Master. 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.
Pixie was one of those hoi polloi who could get pleasure from pain. It had to be related to something sexual but once she accepted the pain and why she was feeling it she would turn aroused. It still hurt but without the concern that one usually gets from pain and by not fighting it but seeing it as sexual ... well it just changed. imp knew that hurting, like every other affair in spirit was about perception. In club to be able-bodied to delight her skipper she had taught herself to perceive pain, at to the lowest degree when refer to her Master, as joy. The effort made her question foggy, she relaxed more and more and became peaceful as though late in meditation. In the State Department she could take anything her passe-partout desired for her to endure.
Finally the suction stopped. pyxie could see her pap actually now filled the underground, they were so swollen. She couldn't imagine what her clit looked like. The nurse removed the tubes and again took measure. elf really worried what those measurements could possible be used for. She let it go. A striver didn't need to vex. What Master wanted Master got and how a striver felt about it meant null. How it turned out was up to victor to share with, so no motive to worry.
The door opened and she heard but could not see the doctor walk in and greet her Master. He had brought what looked like a sonogram machine in with him. He walked between pyxie"s spread legs and began inserting his fingers. number one one then two then three and eventually his whole hand. gremlin had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her schoolmaster. It had been a farsighted time. She was grateful that the suck machine had made her so calm and unlax. 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 physician removed his hand and replaced it with some sort of gimmick attached to the machine. Pixie could see the screen. Just as she had expected, it was taking national measuring. What she didn't expect was it started to grow. It got steadily spacious and longer. At first of all 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 pule afraid it would tear. The doctor, nurse and her Master were all looking at the monitor. gremlin was too afraid to appear. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt rebuff pressure against her cervix uteri but slowly it started to hurt. When she couldn't take it anymore she spoke.
"Oh God, Master ... please stop ... it hurts too much !"
All eyes turned to her. They all looked angry. The doctor flipped a electrical switch then came near her head. He brought a strap from the face of the mesa succeeding to Pixie's head, it had a penis gag attached to it. He put the gag in her mouth and locked the strap to the other position of her psyche. The gag swelled just enough to make it impossible for her to make a speech sound but not so much to make it strong to swallow or breath. Pixie was grateful for that. She felt the device quickly reduce in diameter to its archetype size but no change in duration. Then the doctor started to pull out the device from her puss. Pixie started to inwardly sigh in stand-in but it was short lived. The doctor had it three twenty-five percent of the way out then swiftly, powerfully as knockout as he could impede it back in !
pixie's heart went extensive, a sound that would take been a thigh-slapper, came from her back talk. I felt like he had actually jammed it through the diminutive opening of her neck. She looked to her master, her centre asking why. Her overlord wasn't looking at her, his eyes were on the screen. So she looked to the sieve as best she could. The horrible thing was wedged in her cervical opening having been forced open by the Doctor roughshod onset. Then she felt it begin to expand again both duration and width. The horrible pain of it forcing her cervix to open wider and itself into her uterus was beyond her ability to train. This didn't smell sexual in any way. It felt like pure sadistic torture !
The minute the word"sadistic"entered her mind, it triggered Pixie's common sense of subspace and she relaxed. While she couldn't turn the pain sensation to pleasure her body began to reply with a good sense of foreplay and her thinker began to fog. She felt as though she was separated from her consistency, an observer. Her muscularity relaxed and that did serve a bit with the pain. Finally it stopped growing. She was cognizant peripherally that measurements were again being recorded. She heard them speaking but wasn't taking in what was said. When the device 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 nurse removed all the restraints. Without speaking to her, no one bothered to admit her, pyxie was pulled to her feet. The hold told her to get on the table on her hands and knees. Then she was told to put her straits and chest of drawers against the table thus raising her ass in the air. She felt chasteness strapped over her arms, legs and neck. Something was wrapped around her waist and connected to the board. She was pretty sure what was coming and she tried as unvoiced as she could to rest in her relaxed, hazy DoS. She was successful until she felt something cold against her ass cakehole. She noticed as it was forced in that they hadn't even lubricated it so it hurt like the pits going in. She of course knew that the best she could do to stimulate it sluttish on herself was thrust against it and hopefully give up enough to pretend it go in without tearing her too a good deal. Actually whatever it was wasn't terribly midst. She heard the doctor say that he was checking to see how she reacted to the pain without lubrication. She felt his finger get in her pussycat and he laughed saying the pain in the neck couldn't be too bad because she was very wet. pixy wasn't surprised at any of this including the doc's amusement. It was obvious that he was a sadist. If Pixie hadn't trusted and loved her passe-partout as lots as she did she might have gotten furious, however she never for a second forgot that whether she understood or not her victor obviously had his understanding for bringing her here and having these thing done to her. All things considered, in spite of the lack of circumstance for her solace, everything that had been done so far had been about gathering measurements more than simple-minded enjoyment in causing her painful sensation.
While gremlin had wandered off, as common, into her thought process she hadn't noticed that the gimmick in her ass was beginning to grow just as it had in her twat. It didn't surprise her it was exactly what she expected. Obviously, for whatever rationality, original wanted to make out how big the big thing he could put in her slit or ass could be before doing serious, in his and the physician's opinions anyway, injury. The matter became Brobdingnagian ! She felt something rubbed around her opening which seemed to allay the feeling that she was about to shoot down. It eventually stopped getting wider but just as in her twat continued to lengthen. Her head was turned away from the admonisher so she couldn't see what they were seeing. When she felt her belly Begin to cramp she couldn't turn back herself from moaning. Quickly the nurse attached the phallus gag back in her lip. pixy 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 most of the way….she did her comfortably to cook for the force 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 stars. In spite of the gag her scream was loud. In spitefulness of the restraints she jerked her organic structure so hard trying to escape the pain that the exam table shook. Yet the doc managed to continue to extract it out and jam it back in more metre than she could count. Each time she felt it was wider and longer. Each sentence her reaction was just as acute because she could not control her response no topic how a good deal she wanted to please her lord, no matter how often she didn't want to give the sadistic Dr. the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her. Of course these were affair she thought hours later when she could think. While this was happening she couldn't think only respond. On the last jab the Doctor left it where it was and she heard mortal writing down what she assumed were the imprecate measurements, possibly her reactions as well. The probe was removed and again she felt liquid, presumably blood, run out of her. pixy stopped screaming and just cried quietly. Her Master ran his hand over her head and back comforting her.
She expected the constraint 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 right ass cheek at the piazza 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 warmth coming close to her and then searing unendurable heat against her peel. They were burning her and then she realized Master had had her branded. In spite of the pain in the neck Pixie 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 brand was purely for appearance but now she knew she was completely her schoolmaster's slave that there was no way to ever deny it. She felt an ointment rubbed over the stigma and gauze taped over it. Finally she was unrestrained and again directed to get off the table.
The back of the table was raised and Pixie was told to again sit on it. She was directed to lean against the back and once more flog to the mesa so she could not move and the member gag again strapped to her head 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 free energy to care or be afraid. She had an melodic theme of what was coming. Since schoolmaster had just had her chipped and branded the succeeding coherent step was the piercings he had mentioned back when they were getting to bed each former. So when pyxie, who had chosen to shut her eyes felt the pain in her nipples and the rings 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 respond to the pain of her make pressed against the table. Before she bothered to notice she had rings in her clit and three through each pussy lip. She heard the doctor ask if sea captain wanted her nose, tongue or lips pierced and him make some comment about her being a screamer, but original said no not at this meter.
The nursemaid raised the table, frantic Pixie and once more than pulled her to her feet. Her leash was reattached to her pinch and the nursemaid led her back to the waiting elbow room. pixy saw her Master come the MD into his situation and the door shut. The nanny told Pixie to rest standing, head down, hands at her incline. Naturally she did so. The surd parting was standing. pixy was so tired she could barely keep herself up.
Finally her master copy came, took her leash from the hook on the wall and walked her out of the firm. He guided her to the car, opened the room access, picked up her frock and helped her bring it down over her head. pixy shivered a bit both from the slight gelidity of the breeze 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 sleep striver. I am actually very proud of you."Her captain gently kissed her lips and close the door. pixy heard him open the stake room access, she heard something placed on the backseat, but she quickly let it go and fell asleep. Her stopping point thinking was wondering what her stigma looked like .