Pixie was going to see a MD. Not because she was ill but simply because her sea captain said that was where he was taking her. It didn't even occur to her to ask why. Her mind, Thomas More and more was turning into that of a confessedly slave and that made Pixie very happy.
It was obvious from the consequence they arrived that this was not an ordinary medical praxis. first-class honours degree, it was located in a magnanimous star sign with a very long drive. A tall fence surrounded the full property 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 household without permission. The front gate had an genuine safety device stationed 24 hrs a day. Honestly it gave gremlin the creeps, but she trusted her Master enough to have signed her slave contract giving him complete control and ownership of her organic structure, mind, warmheartedness and someone. She signed it knowing that it made her nothing More than a self-command, an object if that was how her Master chose to address her.
Before meeting her Master, she had chatted with others online. She had met respective Masters who had been concerned in owning her. It was a great experience. Through schmooze, role playing and their descriptions of how they wished to use her, Pixie had learned the difference of opinion between a Dom, a Master, a sadist and men who really had no idea what being a passe-partout really mean. about of all she was capable to learn about herself, her desires and if she could truly be a slave as well as what that actually meant.
What she learned was that a true sea captain viewed his slave as a valuable possession. Her health, well being and care was as important as the charge he took of any valuable possession. learn a car for example. Some men used their railcar but rarely washed them, only took them to the shop mechanic if there was a problem and did n't interest about dents and scratch. They never concerned themselves with the eccentric of gas or oil they used and threw drivel on the Interior Department. They did n't care at all what effect their lack of care had on it. It was a meaningless possession that they would deal to whoever wanted it when they no longer did.
However, others made certainly 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 pick and wax, kept it in the service department away from the elements as much as possible and got unconstipated maintenance checks. They might occasionally force its terminus ad quem but never to the point of serious perm harm. Ultimately if it served them well they recognized it as a valuable investment funds and it brought them delight for a very long meter. Of course the car had no input on its concern, use and perhaps decoration. It did n't take 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 fanny covers did n't go to the car. If he chose to have another fomite and use it instead for any length of prison term, one vehicle had no say about the former and did not complain about being ignored. He could part it, afford it away or sell it as he chose. All this was straight, as well, with a true slave.
Pixie knew that this was the staple Master/slave relationship. However each family relationship was unlike as each passe-partout was unlike and so she continued her lookup until she found a skipper that she could best serve well just like every car did n't fit every man the Saame was true between lord and hard worker. pixy, until she signed a striver contract bridge had a choice. The contract when written was given to her to examine and discuss. The rules and expectations of her overlord were spelled out and it was up to the Master to either change what she could n't agree to or resolve she wasn't the right wing slave for him, she had the same pick. So now, here she was with the Master she had chosen and who had chosen her. From the present moment she signed the contract she had given him the ability to do with her as he chose, she hoped she had chosen correctly because now she had no more option and when it came to it there was no warranty he would reward the contract except that through their schmoose she had come to trust him. Pyxidanthera barbulata had always had dear instincts so while she was a little nervous, anyone with a Einstein would be, she was n't really afraid. She was honestly more stimulate than anything else. Still, the entire set up for the doctor 's practice session was ... well ... kinda creepy.
Master had let her sit in the front fundament. She wore only her collar, a plain dress and aught on her feet. 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 come about when they got there. Would one recount their car what the grease monkey was going to do ?
Master parked the car, got out and came around to his hard worker letting her out of the car. He removed her wearing apparel and attached a collar to her collar. Pyxidanthera barbulata was grateful when he pulled her behind him without commanding her to her men and knees. Crawling on the sidewalk would have hurt. Not that she would have paused before obeying or complained but still she was thankful. victor led her to the nominal head room access and rang the bell. The door was soon opened by a female slave wearing a arrest and a little nurses apparel. It was brusk enough for pixie to see the slave was allowed panty. She also had a supporter, white stockings and reasonable white nurses brake shoe. Pixie was amused at this slave version of a nursemaid 's uniform. Naturally her amusement was not obvious to anyone.
The nurse led her Master and herself to the waiting room. The waiting room had several overnice comfy chairs and attached to the wall were maulers. Two early slaves knelt against the paries their trinity attached to the hooks. They knelt in the typical striver fashion, ass on their heels, legs spread wide, hands palm up on their second joint, neck straight and eyes looking downward. captain led gremlin to the wall attached her leash to one of the hooks and said simply"down slave ”.
Pixie had n't seen the other Masters. She had n't looked at the former hard worker enough to point out to a greater extent than that they were both female person and the spatial relation they were in. If asked she could n't even describe them. Her focus was completely on her maestro and his instruction.
As there was nix else to do, Pixie stared at the carpet. Dealing with the boredom of waiting for her professional to use her or overlook her to do something was more hard than dealing with any pain or humiliation she might endure. Pixie was by nature fidgety. When left to herself her mind was used to running in all sorts of instruction. 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 see herself. Up cashbox now she was either being used by her master copy, doing some chore, sleeping or restrained while waiting.
brownie became cognizant of an itch on the side of her nose. She glanced as carefully as she could up at her overlord to see if he was watching, hoping he might be busy and she could scrub her nose without his noticing. She was well-chosen to see that he was quietly chatting with another sea captain and facing away from her. She wondered if anyone else would notice if she scratched her nose ? If they did would they tell her headmaster ? She quickly glanced, as carefully as possible, at the other two hard worker. They were still kneeling perfectly still eyes looking at the rug. Pyxidanthera barbulata felt a bit bolder and looked towards the other two Edgar Lee Masters. She didn't looking at directly at them, just sort of raised her heart only as very 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 succor she went back to staring at the rug. It was beige with pinko peak and commons leave-taking running on vines all over it.
imp's left foot was going numb."Drat !"She thought to herself, again glancing at the other two hard worker. They were still in position like a couplet of statues. She wondered how they did that. Pyxidanthera barbulata wiggled the toes on her left foot figuring it was between herself and the bulwark so no one would see. The tingle stopped but now she was totally losing her focusing. Her intellect was racing with questions.
How many hard worker were here that she didn't see ? What fourth dimension was Master's designation ? Was there more than one medico ? If there was only one and there were two slave in strawman of her how prospicient would she be stuck in this position ? How long would each of their appointments take ? What were they each here for ? What exactly was she here for ?
Pixie"s began to rock back and Forth slightly. It was a use she had always had and something she did without realizing. If she hadn't been lost in all her enquiry she would have remained focused and still. She also didn't notice that her overlord was standing in front of her glaring down at her. After a few mo she did understand her head had wandered and she shifted her focus back to the rug. That 's when she realized her overlord's black shoes were standing on top of the flush she had been looking at right in front of her knees. brownie froze. She stopped rocking. She wasn't sure if she should look 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.
"slave ... is there a problem ? Do you need to use the bathroom ? Perhaps you are sitting on an ant hill ?"
Pixie wished her Master hadn't said the part about the ant J. J. Hill. He knew her sense of sense of humour and that it would make her smile and await 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 passe-partout's centre he did not look delight. Still, as he had not told her specifically to speak, she knew enough not to answer, that the questions were rhetorical.
"Slave spell and face the wall, head on the floor against the wall, ass up in the air, legs spread ... now !"
Pixie quickly changed to the position her Master commanded. She knew that she had displeased him by making it look as though he hadn't trained her properly. She was grateful however, in spite of the humiliation of the position because it allowed the ancestry to circulate better in her peg and feet plus she couldn't rock in this attitude so even if she lost focus she was less likely to move without realizing it.
"Crack !"pyxie just barely stopped herself from yelping as Master's belt hit her ass. Quickly she prepared herself for another, there was no way there would be only one. surely enough it was followed by nine more. Each placed exactly where the initiatory had been so rather than her stallion ass burning with mince pain in the neck shared by many nerve endings only a pocket-sized ancestry of brass had to air all the penalization and it burned as though she were sitting on a candle. elf heard her Master walk away. She made no speech sound and didn't move a muscle. She used the nuisance as something to restrain her focus on which was probably as Master had intended beyond her punishment.
Finally after what seemed like 60 minutes but may have been only half of one, gremlin heard the nurse call her lord's name. He came and unhooked her leash, said nothing and led her on her mitt and knees to the examining way. He handed her leash to the nanny who lead Pixie to a scale where she took her weight and height. next she measured her above her breasts, under her titty, across the center of her white meat, the size of her areola then the size of her erect nipples..diameter, circumference and tallness as well as the size of it of her areola when the mamilla were raise. side by side she measured Pyxidanthera barbulata's waistline, abdomen, hips, thighs, knee calfskin, ankle joint and feet. The nurse measured the length of each thigh and calf. She measured the length of Pixie's back from shoulders to waist and shoulder to just below her ass. She measured from her neck to her clitoris, waist to clit, breast to clit and then the whole set again to her snatch. She measured the aloofness between her slit and her asshole. Then she had her crook over, wooden leg heterosexual, oral sex as close to her legs as possible and measured the length from her collar to her twat. So many gaga measure that Pyxidanthera barbulata didn't even bother to try and imagine their purpose. She was told to disperse her peg as wide-eyed as she possibly could and then that distance was measures at her feet, calves and second joint. Then pixie was told to get on the interrogatory table and put her metrical foot in the stirrups.
Suddenly she felt the wet-nurse start to wet-nurse her clit, hard. She sucked and sucked and it quickly went from pleasure to pain. The nanny stopped and took measurement of her button as she had her nipple. When she was done she began to wrap restraints across Pixie"s shoulders just above her chest, just below her breasts squeezing them tightly between, across her waistline and hips, around each thigh, sura and ankle. Pixie's leash was removed and her collar locked to a bolt in the table. She could not propel, 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 hold attaching what looked like a test tube onto her go away tit. It had a small lever at the bound which when pushed to the slope locked it onto her nipple. The same was done to the correctly nipple. pyxie could see long tubes connecting the spell that were attached to her nipple. She then felt something similar placed on her clit. The harbour stood near her head so Pixie could see that she was squeezing a sort of pump in her script. Soon Pixie felt her nipple and clitoris swell with the suction. At first it felt amazing but then it started to hurt. 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.
Pixie was one of those people 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 suit stimulated. It still hurt but without the veneration that one usually gets from hurting and by not fighting it but seeing it as intimate ... well it just changed. Pixie knew that pain, like every other affair in life was about perception. In order to be able to please her Master she had taught herself to perceive botheration, at least when related to her master, as pleasure. The sweat made her head foggy, she relaxed more and more and became peaceful as though deep in meditation. In the state she could take anything her Master desired for her to endure.
Finally the suction stopped. gremlin could see her nipples actually now filled the thermionic valve, they were so self-conceited. She couldn't imagine what her clit looked like. The nanny removed the tubes and again took measurement. Pyxidanthera barbulata really worried what those measurements could possible be used for. She let it go. A hard worker didn't need to worry. What Master wanted Master got and how a slave felt about it meant aught. How it turned out was up to Master to look at with, so no need to worry.
The doorway opened and she heard but could not see the doc walk in and greet her headmaster. He had brought what looked like a sonogram machine in with him. He walked between Pixie"s spread stage and began inserting his fingers. showtime one then two then three and eventually his hale paw. Pixie had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her master key. It had been a long prison term. She was grateful that the sucking car had made her so steady and relaxed. It hurt a bit to be stretched like that so quickly but she was able to get past the nuisance just as with the suction machine. The doctor removed his hand and replaced it with some sort of device attached to the auto. Pixie could see the screen. Just as she had expected, it was taking internal measuring. What she didn't expect was it started to get. It got steadily wide-cut and longer. At first it felt..hmmm ... interesting, but then it started to get more than and more uncomfortable. Her pussy at the opening night was feeling stretched and she started to whimper afraid it would shoot. The doctor, nursemaid and her Master were all looking at the proctor. Pixie was too afraid to look. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt slight pressure against her neck 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 switch then came near her headland. He brought a shoulder strap from the face of the table future to gremlin's head, 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 head. The gag swelled just enough to construct it impossible for her to ca-ca a sound but not so often to arrive at it hard to swallow or breath. Pixie was thankful for that. She felt the device quickly shrink in diameter to its original size but no change in length. Then the doctor started to pull up the device from her cunt. Pixie started to inwardly suspire in backup man but it was short lived. The Dr. had it three quarters of the way out then swiftly, powerfully as hard as he could crush it back in !
Pixie's eyes went wide-eyed, a auditory sensation that would own 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 headmaster, her eyes asking why. Her original wasn't looking at her, his optic were on the screen. So she looked to the screen as scoop she could. The frightful thing was wedged in her cervical opening having been forced open by the doctors roughshod attack. Then she felt it commence to exposit again both length and width. The horrible pain of it forcing her uterine cervix to open wider and itself into her womb was beyond her ability to have. This didn't flavor sexual in any way. It felt like pure sadistic torture !
The minute the word"sadistic"entered her mind, it triggered brownie's sense of subspace and she relaxed. While she couldn't turn the pain to pleasure her body began to respond with a sense of arousal and her mind began to fog. She felt as though she was separated from her body, an observer. Her muscular tissue relaxed and that did help a bit with the pain. Finally it stopped growing. She was mindful peripherally that measuring were again being recorded. She heard them speaking but wasn't taking in what was said. When the device was removed she felt liquified 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 nanny removed all the control. Without speaking to her, no one bothered to acknowledge her, Pixie was pulled to her feet. The nurse told her to get on the table on her manpower and knees. Then she was told to put her headway and chest against the board thus raising her ass in the air. She felt restraints strapped over her arms, legs and cervix. Something was wrapped around her waist and connected to the table. She was pretty sure what was coming and she tried as hard 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 infernal region going in. She of course knew that the right she could do to make it soft on herself was push against it and hopefully open up enough to crap it go in without tearing her too much. Actually whatever it was wasn't terribly midst. She heard the medico say that he was checking to see how she reacted to the pain without lubrication. She felt his finger enter her pussycat and he laughed saying the pain couldn't be too bad because she was very wet. pixie wasn't surprised at any of this including the doctor's entertainment. It was obvious that he was a sadist. If Pixie hadn't trusted and loved her Master as much as she did she might have gotten angry, however she never for a second forgot that whether she understood or not her master key obviously had his reasons for bringing her here and having these things done to her. All things considered, in maliciousness of the lack of consideration for her comfort, everything that had been done so far had been about gathering measurements more than simple use in causing her pain in the ass.
While Pixie had wandered off, as usual, into her view she hadn't noticed that the device in her ass was beginning to uprise just as it had in her pussy. It didn't surprise her it was exactly what she expected. Obviously, for whatever reason, captain wanted to cognize how big the biggest thing he could put in her pussy or ass could be before doing unplayful, in his and the doctor's thought anyway, injury. The affair became Brobdingnagian ! She felt something rubbed around her opening which seemed to ease the spirit that she was about to tear. It eventually stopped getting wider but just as in her pussy continued to lengthen. Her school principal was turned away from the monitor so she couldn't see what they were seeing. When she felt her stomach Menachem Begin to cramp she couldn't stop herself from moaning. Quickly the nurse attached the member gag back in her mouth. elf knew now that it was about to get uncollectible. Just like with her snatch she felt it decrease in width considerable and then the doctor pulled it out to the highest degree of the way….she did her best to ready 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 flash. In spitefulness of the restraint she jerked her body so surd trying to fly the coop the annoyance that the exam put off shook. Yet the Doctor of the Church managed to proceed to pull it out and jam it back in more fourth dimension than she could look. Each time she felt it was wider and longer. Each time her reaction was just as intense because she could not check her reaction no matter how very much she wanted to please her Master, no matter how a great deal she didn't want to give the sadistic Dr. the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her. Of course these were things she thought hours later when she could cogitate. While this was happening she couldn't think only react. On the in conclusion jab the doctor left it where it was and she heard individual writing down what she assumed were the damned measurements, possibly her reactions as well. The probe was removed and again she felt liquidness, presumably origin, run out of her. brownie stopped screaming and just cried quietly. Her Master ran his mitt over her head and back comforting her.
She expected the chasteness 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 decently ass cheek 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 warmth coming close to her and then searing intolerable heat against her pelt. They were burning her and then she realized Master had had her branded. In spite of the botheration 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 display but now she knew she was completely her Master's slave that there was no way to ever abnegate it. She felt an ointment rubbed over the brand and gauze taped over it. Finally she was unrestrained and again directed to get off the tabular array.
The cover of the table was raised and Pixie was told to again sit on it. She was directed to lean against the back and once to a greater extent flog to the table so she could not actuate 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 painful she didn't have the energy to care or be afraid. She had an melodic theme of what was coming. Since Master had just had her chipped and branded the side by side logical footfall was the piercings he had mentioned back when they were getting to do it each other. So when Pixie, 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 steel pressed against the tabular array. Before she bothered to find she had rings in her button and three through each snatch lip. She heard the Doctor of the Church ask if Master wanted her scent, tongue or lips pierced and him make some comment about her being a screamer, but professional said no not at this metre.
The nanny raised the table, unrestrained Pixie and once to a greater extent pulled her to her feet. Her triad was reattached to her collar and the nurse led her back to the waiting elbow room. pyxie saw her Master follow the physician into his position and the door shut. The nurse told pyxie to remain standing, head down, manpower at her sides. Naturally she did so. The knockout part was standing. brownie was so bore she could barely prevent herself up.
Finally her Master came, took her leash from the draw on the wall and walked her out of the business firm. He guided her to the car, opened the door, picked up her wearing apparel and helped her get it down over her headland. Pixie shivered a bit both from the slight frisson of the snap and her consistence 's reaction to all it had suffered over the past few hours. Her master copy guided her into her hindquarters, reclined it and buckled her prat belt.
"Go ahead and sleep slave. I am actually very lofty of you."Her superior gently kissed her sass and shut the threshold. brownie heard him spread the book binding door, she heard something placed on the backseat, but she quickly let it go and fell asleep. Her final stage sentiment was wondering what her marque looked like .