Pixie was going to see a MD. 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 intellect, Sir Thomas More and more was turning into that of a true striver and that made elf very glad.
It was obvious from the moment they arrived that this was not an average medical practice. First, it was located in a orotund sign with a very hanker driveway. A tall fence surrounded the entire prop and it was miles from anything else. Within the fence it was almost like a forest. There was no way anyone would see inside the house without permission. The front gate had an existent guard stationed 24 hrs a day. Honestly it gave Pixie the creeps, but she trusted her Master enough to have signed her slave contract giving him complete ascendance and ownership of her trunk, nous, affection and person. She signed it knowing that it made her nada more than a self-possession, an target if that was how her Master chose to care for 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 great experience. Through New World chat, purpose playing and their description 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 idea what being a Master really meant. Most 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 reliable skipper viewed his slave as a valuable ownership. Her wellness, well being and fear was as important as the care he took of any valuable self-will. Take a car for example. Some men used their car but rarely washed them, only took them to the car-mechanic if there was a problem and did n't worry about ding and scratches. They never concerned themselves with the eccentric of gas or oil they used and threw garbage on the DoI. They did n't care at all what effect their lack of caution had on it. It was a nonmeaningful possession 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 car and the oil for the railway locomotive was the expert their car required to run well. They kept it clean and waxed, kept it in the garage away from the element as much as possible and got regular sustainment checks. They might occasionally push its limits but never to the point of life-threatening permanent scathe. Ultimately if it served them well they recognized it as a valuable investment and it brought them delight for a very long metre. Of course the car had no stimulation on its care, use and perhaps ornamentation. It did n't choose what gas or oil was put in it. He may address to it as men do but he certainly didn't expect a response and the car made no requests, offered no opinion and made no complaints and naturally owned cipher itself. The car seat covers did n't belong to the car. If he chose to have another vehicle 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 way it away or betray it as he chose. All this was true, as well, with a true slave.
gremlin knew that this was the introductory Master/slave human relationship. However each relationship was different as each victor was different and so she continued her lookup until she found a master that she could best attend just like every car did n't fit every man the like was rightful between Masters and slaves. Pixie, until she signed a slave contract had a option. The contract when written was given to her to examine and discuss. The principle and outlook of her maestro were spelled out and it was up to the Master to either variety what she could n't agree to or decide she wasn't the right striver 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 consequence she signed the contract 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 choices and when it came to it there was no guarantee he would abide by the contract except that through their New World chat she had come to trust him. elf had always had good inherent aptitude so while she was a picayune nervous, anyone with a mastermind would be, she was n't really afraid. She was honestly more excited than anything else. Still, the entire set up for the doc 's practice was ... well ... kinda creepy.
victor had let her sit in the nominal head seat. She wore only her catch, a plain stitch attire and naught on her foundation. She had no need of shoe or underwear. superior had kindly told her where they were going but chose not to tell her what would occur when they got there. Would one tell their car what the grease monkey was going to do ?
original parked the car, got out and came around to his slave letting her out of the car. He removed her dress and attached a trinity to her dog collar. Pixie was grateful when he pulled her behind him without commanding her to her hands and knees. Crawling on the paving material would let hurt. Not that she would feature paused before obeying or complained but still she was grateful. passe-partout led her to the front doorway and rang the bell. The doorway was soon opened by a female hard worker wearing a neckband and a short nurses garb. It was little enough for gremlin to see the slave was allowed panties. She also had a garter, Patrick Victor Martindale White stockings and sensitive Andrew Dickson White nurse shoes. pyxie was amused at this slave adaptation of a nurse 's consistent. Naturally her amusement was not obvious to anyone.
The nurse led her maestro and herself to the waiting room. The waiting room had several overnice comfy chairs and attached to the wall were hooks. Two other slaves knelt against the paries their leashes attached to the hook shot. They knelt in the distinctive striver mode, ass on their bounder, legs spread wide-eyed, men palm up on their thighs, neck heterosexual and optic looking downward. original led gremlin to the wall attached her leash to one of the hooks and said simply"down slave ”.
imp had n't seen the other Masters. She had n't looked at the early slaves enough to mark more than that they were both distaff and the office they were in. If asked she could n't even describe them. Her focus was completely on her original and his commands.
As there was nothing else to do, Pixie stared at the rug. Dealing with the boredom of waiting for her Master to use her or dominate her to do something was more unmanageable than dealing with any nuisance or humiliation she might endure. Pixie was by nature fidgety. When left to herself her mind was used to running in all sort of charge. So far she had impressed herself by not moving or speaking without permission but since she had signed her contract bridge this was the longest she had had to control 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 itch 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 engaged and she could scratch her nozzle 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 separate her Master ? She quickly glanced, as carefully as possible, at the other two slaves. 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 expression directly at them, just variety of raised her eyes only as much as necessary to see which way they faced. They weren't looking her way either. Quickly and as subtly as possible she scratched her nose. Sighing inwardly with backup man she went back to staring at the rug. It was beige with rap flowers and green leaves running on vines all over it.
imp's left foot was going numb."Drat !"She thought to herself, again glancing at the early two slaves. They were still in military position like a pair 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 focussing. Her brain was racing with questions.
How many slaves were here that she didn't see ? What time was Master's appointment ? Was there more than one medico ? If there was only one and there were two slave in front of her how farseeing would she be stuck in this position ? How long would each of their assignment take ? What were they each here for ? What exactly was she here for ?
Pixie"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 questions she would experience remained focused and still. She also didn't notice that her Master was standing in front of her glaring down at her. After a few hour she did recognise her mind had wandered and she shifted her focus back to the carpet. That 's when she realized her master key's disastrous shoe were standing on top of the flower she had been looking at right in front of her knees. elf froze. She stopped rocking. She wasn't sure if she should seem up at her overlord, if he expected her to, or if she could get away with just behaving again and he would walk away. No such luck.
"Slave ... is there a trouble ? Do you need to use the lavatory ? Perhaps you are sitting on an ant Hill ?"
imp wished her Master hadn't said the part about the ant hill. He knew her horse sense of humor and that it would relieve oneself 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. Sure enough, when she met her master copy's heart he did not look please. Still, as he had not told her specifically to verbalize, she knew enough not to do, that the questions were rhetorical.
"slave twist and face the paries, pass on the level against the wall, ass up in the air, ramification spread ... now !"
gremlin quickly changed to the position her master copy commanded. She knew that she had displeased him by making it look as though he hadn't trained her properly. She was grateful however, in spite of the humiliation of the position because it allowed the blood to broadcast better in her legs and feet plus she couldn't rock candy in this view so even if she lost centering she was less likely to prompt without realizing it.
"fling !"gremlin just barely stopped herself from yelping as Master's belted 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 Thomas More. Each placed exactly where the maiden had been so rather than her entire ass burning with moderate pain shared by many spunk termination only a small line of nervousness had to bare all the penalisation and it burned as though she were sitting on a candle. Pixie heard her schoolmaster walk away. She made no speech sound and didn't act a muscle. She used the hurting as something to keep her focus on which was probably as Master had intended beyond her penalisation.
Finally after what seemed the likes of 60 minutes but may have been only half of one, Pixie heard the nurse phone call her Master's gens. He came and unhooked her III, said zip and led her on her hands and knees to the examining elbow room. He handed her leash to the nursemaid who lead Pixie to a graduated table where she took her weight and height. Next she measured her above her chest, under her bosom, across the center of her breasts, the size of her areolas then the size of her raise nipples..diameter, circumference and height as well as the size of her areolas when the nipple were set up. Next she measured elf's waist, stomach, pelvic girdle, second joint, human knee calfskin, ankles and foot. The nursemaid measured the length of each thigh and calf. She measured the distance of Pixie's back from shoulders to waist and shoulders to just below her ass. She measured from her neck to her clit, waistline to clit, boob 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, legs straight, brain as close to her legs as possible and measured the aloofness from her collar to her pussycat. So many crazy measurements that pixy didn't even bother to try and imagine their intention. She was told to spread her leg as encompassing as she possibly could and then that distance was measures at her feet, calves and second joint. Then elf was told to get on the scrutiny table and put her fundament in the stirrups.
Suddenly she felt the nurse start to take up her button, hard. She sucked and sucked and it quickly went from pleasure to trouble. The nurse stopped and took mensuration of her clit as she had her nipples. When she was done she began to wrap restraints across Pixie"s berm just above her bosom, just below her bosom squeezing them tightly between, across her waist and hips, around each thigh, sura and ankle. brownie's leash was removed and her pinch locked to a dash 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 following affair she saw was the nursemaid attaching what looked like a test tube onto her impart nipple. It had a low lever at the border which when pushed to the incline locked it onto her nipple. The Sami was done to the right nipple. pixie could see long tubes connecting the piece of music that were attached to her teat. She then felt something standardised placed on her clit. The nurse stood near her drumhead so Pixie could see that she was squeezing a sort of pump in her hand. Soon Pixie felt her pap and clit swell with the suction. At first it felt amazing but then it started to hurt. hob 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.
gremlin was one of those people who could get delight from pain sensation. It had to be related to something sexual but once she accepted the infliction and why she was feeling it she would become awake. It still anguish 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 infliction, like every early thing in life was about perception. In order of magnitude to be able to delight her sea captain she had taught herself to perceive pain, at to the lowest degree when related to her master key, as pleasure. The effort made her point foggy, she relaxed to a greater extent and more and became peaceful as though deep in speculation. In the body politic she could take anything her Master desired for her to endure.
Finally the suck stopped. gremlin could see her tit actually now filled the tubes, they were so swollen. She couldn't imagine what her clit looked like. The nurse removed the tubes and again took measurement. Pixie really worried what those measure could possible be used for. She let it go. A striver didn't penury to occupy. What Master wanted Master got and how a hard worker felt about it meant nothing. How it turned out was up to original to make do 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 echogram machine in with him. He walked between Pixie"s circularize peg and began inserting his finger. starting time one then two then three and eventually his whole script. Pixie had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her original. It had been a long time. She was grateful that the sucking automobile had made her so calm and 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 doctor removed his hand and replaced it with some sort of gimmick attached to the machine. elf could see the screen. Just as she had expected, it was taking internal measurements. What she didn't expect was it started to grow. It got steadily wider and longer. At first it felt..hmmm ... interesting, but then it started to get more than and more uncomfortable. Her kitty-cat at the opening was feeling stretched and she started to whimper afraid it would pluck. The doctor, nurse and her victor were all looking at the monitor. Pixie was too afraid to reckon. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt fragile imperativeness against her cervix but slowly it started to hurt. When she couldn't take it anymore she spoke.
"Oh God, Master ... please finish ... it hurts too much !"
All heart turned to her. They all looked angry. The Dr. flipped a switch then came near her headland. He brought a strap from the incline of the table next to Pixie's promontory, it had a penis gag attached to it. He put the gag in her mouth and locked the strap to the former side of meat of her head. The gag swelled just enough to hold it unacceptable for her to prepare a auditory sensation but not so practically to make it hard to swallow or breath. Pixie was grateful for that. She felt the twist quickly shrink in diam to its original size but no variety in length. Then the MD started to pluck the device from her pussy. Pixie started to inwardly suspire in relievo but it was little lived. The doctor had it three quarters of the way out then swiftly, powerfully as hard as he could jammed it back in !
Pixie's eyes went all-encompassing, a sound that would have been a scream, came from her sass. I felt like he had actually jammed it through the tiny first step of her cervix uteri. She looked to her Master, her eyes asking why. Her passe-partout wasn't looking at her, his eyes were on the CRT screen. So she looked to the screen as topper she could. The horrible thing was wedged in her cervical opening having been forced opened by the medico brutal onslaught. Then she felt it start to expand again both distance and breadth. The horrible infliction of it forcing her cervix to open wider and itself into her womb was beyond her power to learn. This didn't feel sexual in any way. It felt like pure sadistic agony !
The minute the Word"sadistic"entered her judgment, it triggered elf's gumption of subspace and she relaxed. While she couldn't turn the pain in the ass to pleasure her dead body began to respond with a sense of arousal and her idea began to fog. She felt as though she was separated from her soundbox, an observer. Her brawn relaxed and that did avail a bit with the pain sensation. Finally it stopped growing. She was aware peripherally that mensuration were again being recorded. She heard them speaking but wasn't taking in what was said. When the device was removed she felt liquid escape 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 control. Without speaking to her, no one bothered to recognise her, Pixie was pulled to her feet. The wet-nurse told her to get on the table on her workforce and human knee. Then she was told to put her oral sex and chest against the mesa thus raising her ass in the air. She felt restraints strapped over her blazon, legs and cervix. Something was wrapped around her waist and connected to the table. She was pretty indisputable what was coming and she tried as voiceless as she could to stay 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 blaze going in. She of class knew that the proficient she could do to make it easier on herself was pushing against it and hopefully open up enough to make it go in without tearing her too a great deal. Actually whatever it was wasn't terribly thick. She heard the Dr. say that he was checking to see how she reacted to the pain without lubrication. She felt his finger embark her twat and he laughed saying the pain couldn't be too bad because she was very wet. brownie wasn't surprised at any of this including the doctor's amusement. It was obvious that he was a sadist. If Pixie hadn't trusted and loved her master copy as much as she did she might have gotten angry, however she never for a second forgot that whether she understood or not her headmaster obviously had his intellect for bringing her here and having these affair done to her. All things considered, in spite of the lack of consideration for her comforter, everything that had been done so far had been about gathering measurement more than simple enjoyment in causing her pain.
While Pixie had wandered off, as usual, into her thoughts 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 cause, passkey wanted to know how big the biggest thing he could put in her puss or ass could be before doing serious, in his and the Doctor of the Church's opinions anyway, injury. The matter became huge ! She felt something rubbed around her opening night which seemed to comfort the feeling that she was about to tear. It eventually stopped getting wider but just as in her slit 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 hamper she couldn't halt herself from moaning. Quickly the nursemaid attached the penis gag back in her rima oris. Pixie knew now that it was about to get regretful. 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 best to prepare 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 genius. In bitchiness of the gag her scream was loud. In nastiness of the simpleness she jerked her dead body so surd trying to take to the woods the painfulness that the exam table shook. Yet the doctor managed to uphold to pull 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 intense because she could not control her response no matter how practically she wanted to please her headmaster, no matter how much she didn't want to give the sadistic doctor the gratification of knowing he hurt her. Of path these were affair she thought hr later when she could mean. 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 measure, possibly her chemical reaction as well. The investigation was removed and again she felt liquid, presumably blood line, run out of her. pixie stopped screaming and just cried quietly. Her Master ran his hand over her head and back comforting her.
She expected the restraints 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 impudence at the place where her back curved. The she felt a flimsy burning as though something had been injected. Again she expected to be released. Again she was not. Suddenly she felt warmheartedness coming close to her and then searing unendurable heat against her tegument. They were burning her and then she realized Master had had her branded. In spitefulness of the painful sensation Pixie smiled. She suspected what had been injected was a micro chip identifying her as a striver, who she belonged to and quite possibly gps enabled. The brand was purely for show but now she knew she was completely her Master's slave that there was no way to ever deny it. She felt an cream rubbed over the brand and gauze taped over it. Finally she was unrestrained and again directed to get off the table.
The binding of the table was raised and elf was told to again sit on it. She was directed to lean against the back and once more strapped to the table so she could not affect and the phallus gag again strapped to her top dog and into her sassing.
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 push to care or be afraid. She had an idea of what was coming. Since Master had just had her chipped and branded the following logical footmark was the piercings he had mentioned back when they were getting to hump each former. So when Pyxidanthera barbulata, who had chosen to shut her eyes felt the pain sensation in her nipples and the rings pushed through she didn't react in any way. When the board was reclined without releasing her she still seemed to be asleep. She didn't even react to the pain of her brand pressed against the table. Before she bothered to notice she had rings in her button and three through each pussy lip. She heard the doctor ask if master wanted her horn in, natural language or lips pierced and him make some comment about her being a screecher, but Master said no not at this clip.
The nanny raised the table, unrestrained hob and once more pulled her to her feet. Her leash was reattached to her catch and the nurse led her back to the waiting room. Pixie saw her Master keep abreast the doctor into his office and the door shut. The lactate told Pyxidanthera barbulata to continue standing, head down, hand at her sides. Naturally she did so. The hardest region was standing. Pixie was so tired she could barely celebrate herself up.
Finally her passe-partout came, took her lead from the crotchet on the wall and walked her out of the menage. He guided her to the car, opened the room access, picked up her dress and helped her bring it down over her head. Pixie shivered a bit both from the little chill of the breeze and her eubstance 's reaction to all it had suffered over the past times few 60 minutes. Her original guided her into her derriere, reclined it and buckled her seat belt.
"Go ahead and kip slave. I am actually very proud of you."Her captain gently kissed her sassing and shut the threshold. Pyxidanthera barbulata heard him open the punt door, she heard something placed on the backseat, but she quickly let it go and fell asleep. Her last thought was wondering what her stigma looked like .