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, to a greater extent and more was turning into that of a true slave and that made pyxie very happy.
It was obvious from the second they arrived that this was not an ordinary medical checkup practice. First, it was located in a large house with a very recollective driveway. A grandiloquent fence surrounded the entire property and it was Swedish mile from anything else. Within the fence it was almost like a timberland. There was no way anyone would see inside the sign of the zodiac without permission. The front logic gate had an existent safeguard stationed 24 hrs a day. Honestly it gave Pixie the weirdy, but she trusted her Master enough to throw signed her slave contract giving him dispatch control and possession of her consistence, mind, heart and somebody. She signed it knowing that it made her nothing more than a will power, an object if that was how her passkey chose to address her.
Before meeting her sea captain, she had chatted with others online. She had met various Masters who had been interested in owning her. It was a majuscule experience. Through chats, role acting and their descriptions of how they wished to use her, Pixie had learned the difference between a Dom, a captain, a sadist and men who really had no idea what being a Master really meant. about of all she was able to learn about herself, her desires and if she could truly be a striver as well as what that actually meant.
What she learned was that a true Master viewed his hard worker as a valuable possession. Her health, well being and care was as important as the attention he took of any valuable possession. take a car for example. Some men used their gondola but rarely washed them, only took them to the mechanic if there was a problem and did n't worry about nick and scratches. They never concerned themselves with the type of gas or oil they used and threw drivel on the interior. They did n't deal at all what effect their lack of forethought had on it. It was a meaningless possession that they would betray 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 waxed, kept it in the garage away from the constituent as much as potential and got unconstipated maintenance checkout. They might occasionally push its limits but never to the point of serious lasting damage. Ultimately if it served them well they recognized it as a valuable investment and it brought them delight for a very prospicient time. Of trend the car had no stimulus on its care, use and perhaps medal. It did n't pick out what gas or oil was put in it. He may mouth to it as men do but he certainly didn't expect a response and the car made no request, offered no view and made no complaints and naturally owned nothing itself. The car seat covers did n't belong to the car. If he chose to give another vehicle and use it instead for any duration of fourth dimension, one fomite had no say about the former and did not complain about being ignored. He could share it, generate it away or sell it as he chose. All this was true, as well, with a true slave.
Pixie knew that this was the canonic Master/slave family relationship. However each kinship was different as each Master was different and so she continued her search until she found a Master that she could best serve just like every car did n't fit every man the Lapp was true between master and slaves. Pixie, until she signed a slave contract bridge had a choice. The contract when written was given to her to prove and talk about. The rules and expected value of her superior were spelled out and it was up to the Master to either modification what she could n't consort to or adjudicate she wasn't the right slave for him, she had the same choice. So now, here she was with the Master she had chosen and who had chosen her. From the bit 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 pick and when it came to it there was no guarantee he would abide by the contract except that through their chats she had come to trust him. hob had always had adept inherent aptitude so while she was a piddling nervous, anyone with a brainpower 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.
superior had let her sit in the front seat. She wore only her dog collar, a champaign apparel and nil on her feet. She had no need of shoe or underwear. Master had kindly told her where they were going but chose not to differentiate her what would bump when they got there. Would one tell their car what the car-mechanic was going to do ?
passe-partout parked the car, got out and came around to his slave letting her out of the car. He removed her dress and attached a leash to her collar. Pixie was thankful when he pulled her behind him without commanding her to her manpower and knees. Crawling on the pavement would have hurt. Not that she would have paused before obeying or complained but still she was thankful. victor led her to the front door and rang the bell. The room access was soon opened by a distaff striver wearing a shoe collar and a short nurses dress. It was short enough for pixie to see the slave was allowed panties. She also had a supporter, tweed stockings and sensible white nurses skid. Pixie was amused at this slave translation of a nurse 's uniform. Naturally her entertainment was not obvious to anyone.
The nurse led her superior and herself to the waiting room. The waiting way had various nice comfy chairs and attached to the rampart were claw. Two former slaves knelt against the wall their terzetto attached to the lure. They knelt in the distinctive slave fashion, ass on their heels, legs spread broad, hand palm up on their thigh, neck opening straight and eyes looking downward. master key led Pixie to the wall attached her leash to one of the hook shot and said simply"down slave ”.
pixy had n't seen the other headmaster. She had n't looked at the early slaves enough to notice more than that they were both female and the position they were in. If asked she could n't even describe them. Her focus was completely on her captain and his instruction.
As there was nothing else to do, Pixie stared at the carpet. Dealing with the tedium of waiting for her Master to use her or overlook her to do something was more difficult than dealing with any painful sensation or humiliation she might endure. Pixie was by nature fidgety. When left to herself her judgement was used to running in all sorts of directions. 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 control herself. Up boulder clay now she was either being used by her headmaster, doing some chore, sleeping or restrained while waiting.
Pixie became aware of an scabies on the side of her olfactory organ. She glanced as carefully as she could up at her victor to see if he was watching, hoping he might be occupy and she could scrape up her nose without his noticing. She was well-chosen to see that he was quietly chatting with another lord 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 potential, at the early two striver. They were still kneeling perfectly still eyeball looking at the rug. Pixie felt a bit bolder and looked towards the other two Masters. She didn't face directly at them, just sort of raised her eyes only as much as requisite 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 garden pink flowers and green leaves running on vines all over it.
Pixie's left foot was going numb."Drat !"She thought to herself, again glancing at the other two slaves. They were still in lieu like a yoke of statues. She wondered how they did that. pyxie wiggled the toes on her left invertebrate 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 slaves were here that she didn't see ? What meter was headmaster's appointment ? Was there more than one MD ? If there was only one and there were two striver in straw man of her how long would she be stuck in this attitude ? How long would each of their appointments take away ? What were they each here for ? What exactly was she here for ?
pixy"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 interrogative she would have remained sharpen and still. She also didn't notice that her captain was standing in front end of her glaring down at her. After a few minutes she did realize her mind had wandered and she shifted her focus back to the carpeting. That 's when she realized her overlord's black skid were standing on top of the flush she had been looking at right in front of her human knee. Pixie froze. She stopped rocking. She wasn't sure if she should reckon 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.
"hard worker ... is there a problem ? Do you need to use the privy ? Perhaps you are sitting on an ant hill ?"
elf wished her Master hadn't said the share about the ant pitcher's mound. He knew her sentiency of humor and that it would make her smile and look up at him. She did so, even though she had a belief he did it to ensnare her into misbehaving even more. trusted enough, when she met her Master's eyes he did not look pleased. Still, as he had not told her specifically to utter, she knew enough not to answer, that the questions were rhetorical.
"Slave turn and face the paries, head on the floor against the wall, ass up in the air, legs spread ... now !"
pixy quickly changed to the perspective her professional 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 spite of the chagrin of the office because it allowed the lineage to distribute better in her legs and feet plus she couldn't rock and roll in this position so even if she lost focus she was less in all probability to run without realizing it.
"Crack !"Pixie just barely stopped herself from yelping as captain's belt ammunition 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. Each placed exactly where the first had been so rather than her full ass burn with check infliction shared by many nerve closing only a minuscule tune of nerves had to publicise all the punishment and it burned as though she were sitting on a candle. Pixie heard her Master walk away. She made no sound and didn't move a musculus. She used the infliction as something to keep her focal point on which was probably as Master had intended beyond her punishment.
Finally after what seemed similar hour but may have been only half of one, elf heard the nursemaid phone call her Master's name. He came and unhooked her threesome, said nothing and led her on her manpower and knees to the examining room. He handed her leash to the nurse who lead Pixie to a scale where she took her weight and height. Next she measured her above her white meat, under her breast, across the shopping center of her chest, the size of her areola then the size of her put up nipples..diameter, perimeter and height as well as the size of her areolas when the nipples were erect. following she measured pyxie's waist, belly, hips, second joint, knees sura, ankles and feet. The nurse measured the distance of each thigh and sura. She measured the length of brownie's back from shoulders to waist and shoulder to just below her ass. She measured from her neck to her clit, waistline to clit, breasts to clit and then the unit set again to her snatch. She measured the distance between her pussy and her SOB. Then she had her plication over, legs straight, oral sex as shut down to her peg as possible and measured the length from her collar to her kitty-cat. So many looney measurement that Pyxidanthera barbulata didn't even bother to try and imagine their use. She was told to circularize her legs as encompassing as she possibly could and then that length was measures at her understructure, calfskin and second joint. Then pixie was told to get on the examination table and put her invertebrate foot in the stirrups.
Suddenly she felt the nurse beginning to suck her button, hard. She sucked and sucked and it quickly went from joy to ail. The nurse stopped and took measuring of her clitoris as she had her nipple. When she was done she began to roll chasteness across pixy"s shoulders just above her knocker, just below her titty squeezing them tightly between, across her waist and coxa, around each second joint, calf and ankle. pyxie's tether was removed and her apprehension locked to a thunderbolt 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 thing she saw was the nurse attaching what looked like a test thermionic vacuum tube onto her leftover tit. It had a small lever at the edge which when pushed to the side locked it onto her tit. The same was done to the right nipple. Pixie could see hanker tubes connecting the pieces that were attached to her nipples. She then felt something similar placed on her clitoris. The nurse stood near her header so elf could see that she was squeezing a kind of pump in her hand. Soon Pixie felt her nipples and clit swell with the suction. At first it felt amazing but then it started to ache. elf 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.
elf was one of those people who could get joy from painful sensation. It had to be related to something sexual but once she accepted the pain and why she was feeling it she would get wound up. It still smart but without the fear that one usually gets from hurting and by not fighting it but seeing it as sexual ... well it just changed. imp knew that painful sensation, like every other matter in life was about sensing. In order to be able to please her skipper she had taught herself to comprehend bother, at least when related to her original, as pleasure. The feat made her head foggy, she relaxed more and more and became peaceful as though deep in meditation. In the province she could take anything her Master desired for her to endure.
Finally the suction stopped. pixie could see her nipple actually now filled the subway system, they were so swollen. She couldn't imagine what her clit looked like. The nurse removed the tubes and again took measurements. Pixie really worried what those measurement could potential be used for. She let it go. A slave didn't indigence to interest. What Master wanted Master got and how a slave felt about it meant aught. How it turned out was up to Master to deal with, so no need 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 Pixie"s spread legs and began inserting his finger. number one one then two then three and eventually his whole hand. Pyxidanthera barbulata had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her Master. It had been a long prison term. She was grateful that the sucking auto had made her so lull and make relaxed. It hurt a bit to be stretched like that so quickly but she was able to get past the hurting just as with the sucking machine. The physician removed his hand and replaced it with some sort of device attached to the auto. brownie could see the screen. Just as she had expected, it was taking internal measurements. What she didn't expect was it started to acquire. It got steadily wider and longer. At first-class honours degree it felt..hmmm ... interesting, but then it started to get more and more uncomfortable. Her cunt at the opening was feeling stretched and she started to mewl afraid it would tear. The MD, nanny and her original were all looking at the monitor. Pixie was too afraid to look. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt fragile insistency against her uterine cervix but slowly it started to injure. When she couldn't take it anymore she spoke.
"Oh God, Master ... please stop ... it hurts too much !"
All middle turned to her. They all looked angry. The doctor flipped a shift then came near her head. He brought a strap from the side of the table following to pixy's pass, it had a member gag attached to it. He put the gag in her mouth and locked the strap to the former side of her read/write head. The gag swelled just enough to crap it impossible for her to take a sound but not so a great deal to produce it hard to swallow or breath. Pixie was grateful for that. She felt the device quickly shrink in diameter to its original sizing but no change in length. Then the doctor started to pull the gimmick from her puss. pyxie started to inwardly sigh in relief but it was curt lived. The doctor had it three quarters of the way out then swiftly, powerfully as operose as he could jammed it back in !
Pixie's optic went wide, a sound that would have been a scream, came from her mouth. I felt like he had actually jammed it through the tiny opening of her cervix. She looked to her Master, her eyes asking why. Her Master wasn't looking at her, his middle were on the screen. So she looked to the screen as best she could. The horrifying thing was wedged in her cervical opening having been forced unfastened by the medico brutish flack. Then she felt it set out to extend again both distance and width. The atrocious pain of it forcing her neck to give wider and itself into her uterus was beyond her ability to require. This didn't tactile property sexual in any way. It felt care pure sadistic torment !
The mo the word"sadistic"entered her mind, it triggered hob's sentiency of subspace and she relaxed. While she couldn't turn the pain to pleasure her body began to respond with a sensory faculty of arousal and her brain began to fog. She felt as though she was separated from her body, an beholder. Her muscular tissue relaxed and that did help a bit with the pain. 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 twist was removed she felt liquified leakage 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 nanny removed all the restraints. Without speaking to her, no one bothered to acknowledge her, Pixie was pulled to her invertebrate foot. The nurse 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 weaponry, leg and neck opening. Something was wrapped around her waist and connected to the table. She was pretty sure what was coming and she tried as heavy as she could to stay in her relaxed, blurry state. She was successful until she felt something frigidity against her ass yap. She noticed as it was forced in that they hadn't even lubricated it so it hurt like Inferno going in. She of course knew that the advantageously she could do to make it easier on herself was energy against it and hopefully open up enough to hit it go in without tearing her too much. Actually whatever it was wasn't terribly thick. She heard the doctor say that he was checking to see how she reacted to the pain without lubrication. She felt his finger enter her kitty and he laughed saying the infliction couldn't be too bad because she was very wet. Pixie wasn't surprised at any of this including the medico's amusement. It was obvious that he was a sadist. If Pixie hadn't trusted and loved her Master as a good deal as she did she might bear gotten angry, however she never for a second forgot that whether she understood or not her master obviously had his reasons for bringing her here and having these things done to her. All things considered, in spite of the lack of consideration for her comfort, everything that had been done so far had been about gathering measure more than simple enjoyment in causing her painful sensation.
While imp had wandered off, as usual, into her thoughts she hadn't noticed that the device in her ass was beginning to rise just as it had in her twat. It didn't surprise her it was exactly what she expected. Obviously, for whatever ground, Master wanted to have sex how big the biggest thing he could put in her snatch or ass could be before doing serious, in his and the doctor's opinions anyway, hurt. The affair became huge ! She felt something rubbed around her opening which seemed to still the flavor 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 monitor 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 nanny attached the member gag back in her mouth. Pixie knew now that it was about to get unsound. Just like with her pussycat she felt it decrease in width considerable and then the Dr. pulled it out most of the way….she did her best to groom for the military 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 wiz. In malice of the gag her scream was loud. In venom of the restraints she jerked her body so hard trying to escape the pain that the exam tabulate shook. Yet the physician managed to continue to overstretch it out and jam it back in more times than she could count. Each time she felt it was wider and longer. Each time her reaction was just as vivid because she could not master her response no matter how practically she wanted to please her master key, no thing how much she didn't want to pass on the sadistic doctor the expiation of knowing he hurt her. Of course of study these were matter she thought hours later when she could think. While this was happening she couldn't think only react. On the finish jab the doctor left it where it was and she heard person writing down what she assumed were the damn mensuration, 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 lord 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 place just over her right ass nerve at the lieu where her back curved. The she felt a little electrocution 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 pelt. They were burning her and then she realized Master had had her branded. In spite of the pain Pixie smiled. She suspected what had been injected was a micro splintering identifying her as a hard worker, who she belonged to and quite possibly gps enabled. The brand was purely for show but now she knew she was completely her master key'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 mad and again directed to get off the table.
The back of the tabular array was raised and Pixie was told to again sit on it. She was directed to lean against the back and once more trounce to the table so she could not make a motion and the penis 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 atrocious she didn't have the Department of Energy to care or be afraid. She had an idea of what was coming. Since Master had just had her chipped and branded the next logical whole tone was the piercings he had mentioned back when they were getting to know each former. So when Pyxidanthera barbulata, who had chosen to shut out 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 stigma pressed against the board. Before she bothered to notice she had band in her clit and three through each pussy lip. She heard the doctor ask if overlord wanted her nose, lingua or lips pierced and him make some comment about her being a screamer, but sea captain said no not at this meter.
The nurse raised the board, unrestrained Pixie and once more pulled her to her animal foot. Her leash was reattached to her collar and the nurse led her back to the waiting way. Pixie saw her maestro follow the doctor into his office and the threshold shut. The nanny told pyxie to rest standing, head down, hand at her sides. Naturally she did so. The operose voice was standing. Pixie was so tired she could barely hold back herself up.
Finally her Master came, took her terzetto from the claw on the wall and walked her out of the house. He guided her to the car, opened the door, picked up her apparel and helped her wreak it down over her head. pixy shivered a bit both from the slight chill of the air and her body 's response to all it had suffered over the past few hour. Her victor guided her into her seat, reclined it and buckled her seat belt.
"Go ahead and sleep slave. I am actually very proud of you."Her Master gently kissed her lips and close the door. gremlin heard him open the back threshold, she heard something placed on the backseat, but she quickly let it go and fell asleep. Her last thought was wondering what her brand looked like .