Master takes slave Pixie to the Doctor
Introduction:
Master takes his property to a very special Doctor to have measurements taken and make her truly his.
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, more and more was turning into that of a true slave and that made Pixie very happy.
It was obvious from the moment they arrived that this was not an ordinary medical practice. First, it was located in a large house with a very long driveway. A tall fence surrounded the entire 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 house without permission. The front gate had an actual 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 control and ownership of her body, mind, heart and soul. She signed it knowing that it made her nothing more than a possession, an object if that was how her Master chose to treat her.
Before meeting her Master, she had chatted with others online. She had met several Masters who had been interested in owning her. It was a great experience. Through chats, 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 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 true Master viewed his slave as a valuable possession. Her health, well being and care was as important as the care he took of any valuable possession. Take a car for example. Some men used their cars but rarely washed them, only took them to the mechanic if there was a problem and didn’t worry about dents and scratches. They never concerned themselves with the type of gas or oil they used and threw garbage on the interior. They didn’t care at all what effect their lack of care had on it. It was a meaningless 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 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 elements as much as possible and got regular maintenance checks. They might occasionally push its limits but never to the point of serious permanent damage. Ultimately if it served them well they recognized it as a valuable investment 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 didn’t choose what gas or oil was put in it. He may speak to it as men do but he certainly didn’t expect a response and the car made no requests , offered no opinion and made no complaints and naturally owned nothing itself. The car seat covers didn’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 it away or sell it as he chose. All this was true, as well, with a true slave.
Pixie knew that this was the basic Master/slave relationship. However each relationship 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 didn’t fit every man the same was true between Masters and slaves. Pixie, until she signed a slave contract had a choice. The contract when written was given to her to examine and discuss. The rules and expectations of her Master were spelled out and it was up to the Master to either change what she couldn’t agree to or decide 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 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 honor the contract except that through their chats she had come to trust him . Pixie had always had good instincts so while she was a little nervous, anyone with a brain would be, she wasn’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.
Master had let her sit in the front seat . She wore only her collar, a plain dress and nothing 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 happen 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 slave letting her out of the car. He removed her dress and attached a leash to her collar. Pixie was grateful when he pulled her behind him without commanding her to her hands and knees. Crawling on the pavement would have hurt. Not that she would have paused before obeying or complained but still she was grateful. Master led her to the front door and rang the bell. The door was soon opened by a female slave wearing a collar and a short nurses dress. It was short enough for pixie to see the slave was allowed panties. She also had a garter, white stockings and sensible white nurses shoes. Pixie was amused at this slave version of a nurse’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 nice comfy chairs and attached to the wall were hooks. Two other slaves knelt against the wall their leashes attached to the hooks. They knelt in the typical slave fashion, ass on their heels, legs spread wide, hands palm up on their thighs, neck straight and eyes looking downward. Master led Pixie to the wall attached her leash to one of the hooks and said simply “down slave”.
Pixie hadn’t seen the other Masters. She hadn’t looked at the other slaves enough to notice more than that they were both female and the position they were in. If asked she couldn’t even describe them. Her focus 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 Master to use her or command her to do something was more difficult 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 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 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 busy and she could scratch her nose without his noticing. She was happy to see that he was quietly chatting with another Master and facing away from her. She wondered if anyone else would notice if she scratched her nose? If they did would they tell her 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 look directly at them, just sort 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 relief she went back to staring at the rug. It was beige with 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 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 focus. Her mind 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 doctor? If there was only one and there were two slaves in front of her how long would she be stuck in this position? How long would each of their appointments 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 have 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 minutes she did realize her mind had wandered and she shifted her focus 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 front of her knees. Pixie 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 hill. He knew her sense of humor and that it would make 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’s eyes he did not look pleased. Still, as he had not told her specifically to speak, she knew enough not to answer, that the questions were rhetorical.
“ Slave turn 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 blood to circulate better in her legs and feet plus she couldn’t rock in this position so even if she lost focus she was less likely to move without realizing it.
“Crack!” Pixie 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. Sure enough it was followed by nine more. Each placed exactly where the first had been so rather than her entire ass burning with moderate pain shared by many nerve endings only a small line of nerves had to bare 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 muscle. She used the pain as something to keep her focus on which was probably as Master had intended beyond her punishment.
Finally after what seemed like hours but may have been only half of one, Pixie heard the nurse call her Master’s name. He came and unhooked her leash, said nothing and led her on her hands 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 breasts, under her breast, across the center of her breasts, the size of her areolas then the size of her erect nipples..diameter, circumference and height as well as the size of her areolas when the nipples were erect. Next she measured Pixie’s waist, abdomen, hips, thighs, knees calves, ankles 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 shoulders to just below her ass. She measured from her neck to her clit, waist to clit, breasts to clit and then the whole set again to her pussy. She measured the distance between her pussy and her asshole. Then she had her bend over, legs straight, head as close to her legs as possible and measured the distance from her collar to her pussy. So many crazy measurements that Pixie didn’t even bother to try and imagine their purpose. She was told to spread her legs as wide as she possibly could and then that distance was measures at her feet, calves and thighs. Then pixie was told to get on the examination table and put her feet in the stirrups.
Suddenly she felt the nurse start to suck her clit, hard. She sucked and sucked and it quickly went from pleasure to pain. The nurse stopped and took measurements of her clit as she had her nipples. When she was done she began to wrap restraints across Pixie”s shoulders just above her breasts , just below her breasts squeezing them tightly between, across her waist and hips, around each thigh, calf and ankle. Pixie’s leash was removed and her collar locked to a bolt 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 tube onto her left nipple. It had a small lever at the edge which when pushed to the side locked it onto her nipple. The same was done to the right nipple. Pixie could see long tubes connecting the pieces that were attached to her nipples. She then felt something similar placed on her clit. The nurse stood near her head so Pixie could see that she was squeezing a sort 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 hurt. Pixie 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 become aroused. It still hurt 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 pain, like every other thing in life was about perception. In order to be able to please her Master she had taught herself to perceive pain, at least when related to her Master, as pleasure. The effort 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 sucking stopped. Pixie could see her nipples 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 measurements. Pixie really worried what those measurements could possible be used for. She let it go. A slave didn’t need to worry. What Master wanted Master got and how a slave felt about it meant nothing. 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 fingers. First one then two then three and eventually his whole hand. Pixie had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her Master. It had been a long time. She was grateful that the sucking machine 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 pain just as with the sucking machine. The doctor removed his hand and replaced it with some sort of device attached to the machine. Pixie 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 and more uncomfortable. Her pussy at the opening was feeling stretched and she started to whimper afraid it would tear. The doctor, nurse and her Master were all looking at the monitor. Pixie was too afraid to look. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt slight pressure against her cervix 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 head. He brought a strap from the side of the table next 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 side of her head. The gag swelled just enough to make it impossible for her to make a sound but not so much to make it hard to swallow or breath. Pixie was grateful 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 the device from her pussy. Pixie started to inwardly sigh in relief but it was short 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 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 eyes were on the screen. So she looked to the screen as best she could. The horrible thing was wedged in her cervical opening having been forced open by the doctors brutal attack. Then she felt it begin to expand again both length and width. The horrible pain of it forcing her cervix to open wider and itself into her womb was beyond her ability to take. This didn’t feel sexual in any way. It felt like pure sadistic torture!
The minute the word “sadistic” entered her mind, it triggered Pixie’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 muscles 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 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 acknowledge her, Pixie was pulled to her feet. 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 arms, legs and neck. 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 hell going in. She of course knew that the best she could do to make it easier on herself was push against it and hopefully open up enough to make it go in without tearing her too much. Actually whatever it was wasn’t terribly 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 pussy 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 amusement. 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 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 measurements 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 reason, Master wanted to know how big the biggest thing he could put in her pussy or ass could be before doing serious, in his and the doctor’s opinions anyway, injury. The thing became huge! She felt something rubbed around her opening which seemed to ease the feeling that she was about to tear. It eventually stopped getting wider but just as in her pussy 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 nurse attached the penis gag back in her mouth. Pixie knew now that it was about to get worse. 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 stars. In spite of the gag her scream was loud. In spite of the restraints she jerked her body so hard trying to escape the pain that the exam table shook. Yet the doctor managed to continue 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 much she wanted to please her Master, no matter how much she didn’t want to give the sadistic doctor the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her. Of course these were things she thought hours later when she could think. 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 measurements, possibly her reactions as well. The probe was removed and again she felt liquid, presumably blood, 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 cheek at the place where her back curved. The she felt a slight burning 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 skin. 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 chip identifying her as a slave, 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 ointment rubbed over the brand 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 strapped to the table so she could not move 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 idea of what was coming. Since Master had just had her chipped and branded the next logical step was the piercings he had mentioned back when they were getting to know each other. So when Pixie, who had chosen to shut her eyes felt the pain in 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 react to the pain of her brand 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 Master wanted her nose, tongue or lips pierced and him make some comment about her being a screamer, but Master said no not at this time.
The nurse raised the table, unrestrained Pixie and once more pulled her to her feet. Her leash was reattached to her collar and the nurse led her back to the waiting room. Pixie saw her Master follow the doctor into his office and the door shut. The nurse told Pixie to remain standing, head down, hands at her sides . Naturally she did so. The hardest part was standing. Pixie was so tired she could barely keep herself up.
Finally her Master came, took her leash from the hook on the wall and walked her out of the house. He guided her to the car, opened the door, picked up her dress and helped her bring it down over her head. Pixie shivered a bit both from the slight chill of the breeze and her body’s reaction to all it had suffered over the past few hours. Her Master 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 shut the door. Pixie heard him open the back door, 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.
It was obvious from the moment they arrived that this was not an ordinary medical practice. First, it was located in a large house with a very long driveway. A tall fence surrounded the entire 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 house without permission. The front gate had an actual 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 control and ownership of her body, mind, heart and soul. She signed it knowing that it made her nothing more than a possession, an object if that was how her Master chose to treat her.
Before meeting her Master, she had chatted with others online. She had met several Masters who had been interested in owning her. It was a great experience. Through chats, 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 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 true Master viewed his slave as a valuable possession. Her health, well being and care was as important as the care he took of any valuable possession. Take a car for example. Some men used their cars but rarely washed them, only took them to the mechanic if there was a problem and didn’t worry about dents and scratches. They never concerned themselves with the type of gas or oil they used and threw garbage on the interior. They didn’t care at all what effect their lack of care had on it. It was a meaningless 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 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 elements as much as possible and got regular maintenance checks. They might occasionally push its limits but never to the point of serious permanent damage. Ultimately if it served them well they recognized it as a valuable investment 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 didn’t choose what gas or oil was put in it. He may speak to it as men do but he certainly didn’t expect a response and the car made no requests , offered no opinion and made no complaints and naturally owned nothing itself. The car seat covers didn’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 it away or sell it as he chose. All this was true, as well, with a true slave.
Pixie knew that this was the basic Master/slave relationship. However each relationship 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 didn’t fit every man the same was true between Masters and slaves. Pixie, until she signed a slave contract had a choice. The contract when written was given to her to examine and discuss. The rules and expectations of her Master were spelled out and it was up to the Master to either change what she couldn’t agree to or decide 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 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 honor the contract except that through their chats she had come to trust him . Pixie had always had good instincts so while she was a little nervous, anyone with a brain would be, she wasn’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.
Master had let her sit in the front seat . She wore only her collar, a plain dress and nothing 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 happen 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 slave letting her out of the car. He removed her dress and attached a leash to her collar. Pixie was grateful when he pulled her behind him without commanding her to her hands and knees. Crawling on the pavement would have hurt. Not that she would have paused before obeying or complained but still she was grateful. Master led her to the front door and rang the bell. The door was soon opened by a female slave wearing a collar and a short nurses dress. It was short enough for pixie to see the slave was allowed panties. She also had a garter, white stockings and sensible white nurses shoes. Pixie was amused at this slave version of a nurse’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 nice comfy chairs and attached to the wall were hooks. Two other slaves knelt against the wall their leashes attached to the hooks. They knelt in the typical slave fashion, ass on their heels, legs spread wide, hands palm up on their thighs, neck straight and eyes looking downward. Master led Pixie to the wall attached her leash to one of the hooks and said simply “down slave”.
Pixie hadn’t seen the other Masters. She hadn’t looked at the other slaves enough to notice more than that they were both female and the position they were in. If asked she couldn’t even describe them. Her focus 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 Master to use her or command her to do something was more difficult 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 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 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 busy and she could scratch her nose without his noticing. She was happy to see that he was quietly chatting with another Master and facing away from her. She wondered if anyone else would notice if she scratched her nose? If they did would they tell her 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 look directly at them, just sort 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 relief she went back to staring at the rug. It was beige with 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 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 focus. Her mind 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 doctor? If there was only one and there were two slaves in front of her how long would she be stuck in this position? How long would each of their appointments 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 have 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 minutes she did realize her mind had wandered and she shifted her focus 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 front of her knees. Pixie 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 hill. He knew her sense of humor and that it would make 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’s eyes he did not look pleased. Still, as he had not told her specifically to speak, she knew enough not to answer, that the questions were rhetorical.
“ Slave turn 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 blood to circulate better in her legs and feet plus she couldn’t rock in this position so even if she lost focus she was less likely to move without realizing it.
“Crack!” Pixie 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. Sure enough it was followed by nine more. Each placed exactly where the first had been so rather than her entire ass burning with moderate pain shared by many nerve endings only a small line of nerves had to bare 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 muscle. She used the pain as something to keep her focus on which was probably as Master had intended beyond her punishment.
Finally after what seemed like hours but may have been only half of one, Pixie heard the nurse call her Master’s name. He came and unhooked her leash, said nothing and led her on her hands 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 breasts, under her breast, across the center of her breasts, the size of her areolas then the size of her erect nipples..diameter, circumference and height as well as the size of her areolas when the nipples were erect. Next she measured Pixie’s waist, abdomen, hips, thighs, knees calves, ankles 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 shoulders to just below her ass. She measured from her neck to her clit, waist to clit, breasts to clit and then the whole set again to her pussy. She measured the distance between her pussy and her asshole. Then she had her bend over, legs straight, head as close to her legs as possible and measured the distance from her collar to her pussy. So many crazy measurements that Pixie didn’t even bother to try and imagine their purpose. She was told to spread her legs as wide as she possibly could and then that distance was measures at her feet, calves and thighs. Then pixie was told to get on the examination table and put her feet in the stirrups.
Suddenly she felt the nurse start to suck her clit, hard. She sucked and sucked and it quickly went from pleasure to pain. The nurse stopped and took measurements of her clit as she had her nipples. When she was done she began to wrap restraints across Pixie”s shoulders just above her breasts , just below her breasts squeezing them tightly between, across her waist and hips, around each thigh, calf and ankle. Pixie’s leash was removed and her collar locked to a bolt 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 tube onto her left nipple. It had a small lever at the edge which when pushed to the side locked it onto her nipple. The same was done to the right nipple. Pixie could see long tubes connecting the pieces that were attached to her nipples. She then felt something similar placed on her clit. The nurse stood near her head so Pixie could see that she was squeezing a sort 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 hurt. Pixie 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 become aroused. It still hurt 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 pain, like every other thing in life was about perception. In order to be able to please her Master she had taught herself to perceive pain, at least when related to her Master, as pleasure. The effort 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 sucking stopped. Pixie could see her nipples 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 measurements. Pixie really worried what those measurements could possible be used for. She let it go. A slave didn’t need to worry. What Master wanted Master got and how a slave felt about it meant nothing. 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 fingers. First one then two then three and eventually his whole hand. Pixie had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her Master. It had been a long time. She was grateful that the sucking machine 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 pain just as with the sucking machine. The doctor removed his hand and replaced it with some sort of device attached to the machine. Pixie 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 and more uncomfortable. Her pussy at the opening was feeling stretched and she started to whimper afraid it would tear. The doctor, nurse and her Master were all looking at the monitor. Pixie was too afraid to look. Finally it stopped getting wider but continued to lengthen. She first felt slight pressure against her cervix 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 head. He brought a strap from the side of the table next 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 side of her head. The gag swelled just enough to make it impossible for her to make a sound but not so much to make it hard to swallow or breath. Pixie was grateful 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 the device from her pussy. Pixie started to inwardly sigh in relief but it was short 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 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 eyes were on the screen. So she looked to the screen as best she could. The horrible thing was wedged in her cervical opening having been forced open by the doctors brutal attack. Then she felt it begin to expand again both length and width. The horrible pain of it forcing her cervix to open wider and itself into her womb was beyond her ability to take. This didn’t feel sexual in any way. It felt like pure sadistic torture!
The minute the word “sadistic” entered her mind, it triggered Pixie’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 muscles 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 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 acknowledge her, Pixie was pulled to her feet. 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 arms, legs and neck. 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 hell going in. She of course knew that the best she could do to make it easier on herself was push against it and hopefully open up enough to make it go in without tearing her too much. Actually whatever it was wasn’t terribly 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 pussy 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 amusement. 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 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 measurements 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 reason, Master wanted to know how big the biggest thing he could put in her pussy or ass could be before doing serious, in his and the doctor’s opinions anyway, injury. The thing became huge! She felt something rubbed around her opening which seemed to ease the feeling that she was about to tear. It eventually stopped getting wider but just as in her pussy 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 nurse attached the penis gag back in her mouth. Pixie knew now that it was about to get worse. 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 stars. In spite of the gag her scream was loud. In spite of the restraints she jerked her body so hard trying to escape the pain that the exam table shook. Yet the doctor managed to continue 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 much she wanted to please her Master, no matter how much she didn’t want to give the sadistic doctor the satisfaction of knowing he hurt her. Of course these were things she thought hours later when she could think. 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 measurements, possibly her reactions as well. The probe was removed and again she felt liquid, presumably blood, 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 cheek at the place where her back curved. The she felt a slight burning 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 skin. 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 chip identifying her as a slave, 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 ointment rubbed over the brand 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 strapped to the table so she could not move 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 idea of what was coming. Since Master had just had her chipped and branded the next logical step was the piercings he had mentioned back when they were getting to know each other. So when Pixie, who had chosen to shut her eyes felt the pain in 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 react to the pain of her brand 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 Master wanted her nose, tongue or lips pierced and him make some comment about her being a screamer, but Master said no not at this time.
The nurse raised the table, unrestrained Pixie and once more pulled her to her feet. Her leash was reattached to her collar and the nurse led her back to the waiting room. Pixie saw her Master follow the doctor into his office and the door shut. The nurse told Pixie to remain standing, head down, hands at her sides . Naturally she did so. The hardest part was standing. Pixie was so tired she could barely keep herself up.
Finally her Master came, took her leash from the hook on the wall and walked her out of the house. He guided her to the car, opened the door, picked up her dress and helped her bring it down over her head. Pixie shivered a bit both from the slight chill of the breeze and her body’s reaction to all it had suffered over the past few hours. Her Master 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 shut the door. Pixie heard him open the back door, 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.
