Jenna lay spread eagled on the hospital bed in the cool, quiet room and tried to compose her racing mind.
“This is what you wanted,” she reminded herself as she made an effort not to whimper, the only sound she could make through the ball gag she was wearing. She had been ordered to silence, and her stinging backside reminded her to comply with his orders – all of them. Her naked form was stretched out helplessly on the hospital mattress. The restraints on her wrists and ankles were unlike any other bondage restraints. They held her firmly in place without making the slightest mark on her arms. She fought back panic as she gasped in air and tried desperately to calm her pounding heart.
“This guy is serious,” Jenna thought as her large frightened eyes gazed around the room. The large basement room had no windows, and was neat and organized. It was half hospital, half torture chamber. Large shiny metal hooks were drilled deeply into the floor joists of the unfinished ceiling. Against one wall was a large leather-covered device that looked a lot like a home gym, except the contraption contained several places where cuffs could be attached or where a head, wrists, or ankles could be inserted so the victim could be immobilized. Against another wall was a long counter with kitchen cabinets and a sink. She could only guess what those cabinets contained. Whips, paddles, and floggers were hung neatly against another wall. There was a large rolling medical cart, draped now in blue sheets just like it was in an operating room. Like the cabinets, the cart hid its various instruments of torture.
Jenna heard his footsteps on the basement stairs and quickly straightened her head. She wanted to appear just as he’d left her an hour ago. She had no desire to repeat the correction she’d received earlier while she was restrained over the flogging bench.
He opened the door and walked over to her.
“Ah, sweetie, how are you?” he asked, his eyes roaming over her helpless naked body. It had been years since the doctor had had a slave, but in the six months since his divorce, he decided to make himself happy and find someone who could be trained to crave the lifestyle as much as he did. At 19, Jenna fit his requirements almost perfectly. A college freshman, on her own for the first time, the young woman needed someone to look after her as she lived in the big city by herself.
Jenna did not move her head but her large blue eyes sought out his. Coming alongside the table, he reached out and stroked her soft bond hair.
“Now sweetie, everything will be fine. Don’t you worry, we won’t do anything together that you can’t handle. Under my training you will be able to handle more every time we are together. Do you understand?” Her eyes never left his as she nodded yes.
“Good,” he replied as he allowed his hands to roam over her soft flesh. Jenna fought hard to remain perfectly still as he had instructed her earlier when she had been strapped to the flogging bench. She wondered if all her lessons would be taught in such a fashion. She felt him move his hands gently from her face, her collar bones, around her full uplifted breasts. “Relax sweetie, that’s it,” his voice crooned as he took some time to caress his slave. She would be writhing in pain soon enough, he thought.
Jenna’s nipples hardened under his touch and gaze, and she felt the strange mixture of humiliation and pleasure for the second time that day.
Earlier the doctor had introduced her to the basement room, and to his rules for her. She was made to strip in front of him and then stand still as he inspected her. She had moved away as his hands tried to fondle her pussy, and for that she had been strapped to the bench and flogged. Her entire pussy and ass region had been exposed to him, but as he explained, he was a gentle but demanding Master, and she would not receive any sexual release from him until she proved that she could follow the rules. He beat her rounded ass checks until they were bright red as she writhed helplessly and alternated between screams and begs. Between beating sessions, he would allow her to calm down, and then he reviewed his rules.
For this reason, Jenna now held herself perfectly still and did not let a single sound come out of her throat. She was wearing the ball gag to help her remember this. She could make noise only in pain or pleasure, but never to complain or deny her Master access. Likewise, she was wearing restraints to remind her that her body belonged to Master and that she was not to move except in pain or pleasure.
He stroked the soft warm skin of her abdomen and ribs lightly, knowing that she was ticklish. She drew in a large breath sharply but did not move away from his hand.
“Very good, sweetie, you learn quickly. I think before this night is over you shall earn a reward from me.” He bent over and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
Jenna continued to feel the mix of humiliation and pleasure. She was learning that she feared yet loved the attention of the doctor, a man nearing sixty. She gazed up at his fit 6’5” frame, now bent slightly over her body as he continued to caress her. His hair was silvery at the temples and he was still dressed in the crisp shirt, tie, and creased trousers that he wore each day to his office and the hospital. Her first impression when she had seen him in his office was that he was a handsome and powerful man.
She had met him in the emergency room when her friend had to have stitches on her forehead as a result of a baseball accident. He had released the friend and had given Jenna strict instructions for care of her friend. At the end of his list of medical instructions, which Jenna was dutifully noting down, he grasped her chin and raised her eyes to his, asking “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, and you’ll do what I say, won’t you?” Her eyes locked onto his as she said, “Yes doctor.” The next week she had accompanied her friend to his luxurious office to have the stitches removed, and as the nurse was finishing up, he took Jenna to his office under the pretext of getting more supplies for upcoming bandage changes. Closing the door, he tipped her head up, bent over, and kissed her passionately on the lips, feeling her stiffen and then submit to his demands.
Jenna snapped her attention back to the present as the doctor moved to the foot of the bed where she was still tied. “You are quite ticklish, aren’t you?” he asked her with a smirk on his handsome face. Her eyes widened again in fear of what he was going to do to test her obedience to the new rules. She made sure that she nodded her head yes. Bound as she was, she could see him down by her feet, which were very sensitive, and she did not want to lie, knowing that he was inches away from discovering the truth.
Slowly he stroked the soles of her feet with his fingertips and Jenna stiffened her legs in a supreme effort not to move away from him. Her breathing became ragged again as she held herself still for her Master’s tickle-torture. He watched her body stiffen and her toes spread and curl as he cruelly continued his assault on her very ticklish feet.
“You learn quickly, sweetie, and that pleases me,” he crooned as his hands continued their devilish torture. Jenna squeezed her eyes together and held her position, biting into the gag while her mind begged silently for him to stop. He tested her for several more minutes, finally stopping, and her body relaxed, exhausted.
“Very good, sweetie, I am pleased with your efforts. You don’t know how much I love to see you here, submissive to me. You were made for me, and in time I will train you to perfection.” He bent and kissed her forehead again, and his words produced a mix of pleasure and a desire to rebel against him, to regain her freedom. Yet in a few minutes she would see how quickly her freedom would be taken from her…
Jenna was surprised to feel him unbinding her feet from the foot of the hospital bed. Once unbound, she remained still and submissive, and he smiled at her compliance. “Lift your legs a bit, sweetie,” he instructed, and she did, wondering what he had in mind for her. He made some adjustments at the sides of the bed and into view came a type of medical stirrup, into which he placed her leg. Unlike a regular stirrup, this one had a padded area at the calf and a larger one at the thigh. He wrapped the straps of the stirrup around her ankle, at the calf just below the knee, just above the knee, and at the top of the thigh. Once he had done this with the other leg, Jenna realized that she was comfortable but that she was completely unable to move either leg, and that her pussy was spread open and completely helpless to him.
“That’s better,” the doctor said, standing at the foot of the bed and gazing directly at her pussy. “You are beautiful there, very desirable, and I will make you more beautiful.” Jenna wondered what he meant by that, but she comforted herself by considering that she now lay completely on the upper half of the hospital bead, and he had limited access to her sensitive pussy unless he crawled up the foot of the bed. She imagined him doing this and fucking her vigorously as she lay strapped to immobility beneath him.
The doctor was moving around the bed, making some adjustments that Jenna could not figure out, and with a few clicks he returned to the foot and pulled the entire bottom half of the hospital bed away! He saw the look on her face and laughed. “This is not an ordinary hospital bed, my sweetie, it is a bed that women use to give birth. Just like at the hospital, one I am done with you, I will replace the bed and you will be comfortable once again.”
Jenna lay still, her brain again racing, as the doctor pushed the draped cart to the side of the bed and rolled an examining stool to the end of the bed where her pussy was exposed. He sat down, just inches from her, and her pussy lips closed involuntarily as she feared what he would do next. As if reading her mind, he said, “Just relax and enjoy my sweetie, enjoy what your behavior today has earned you.” He raised the bed, lifting her vulnerable and exposed pussy with it. Reaching beneath her hips, he pulled a thick black strap around her lower pelvic region and tightened it. This final strap immobilized her completely as it held her hips tightly against the bed.
Without saying another word he brought his mouth to her clit and began licking and sucking vigorously. At the same time his long fingers teased the opening to her cunt. Jenna’s eyes rolled back in her head at the intense, sudden sensations that were assaulting her pussy region. The doctor continued his stimulation of his helpless, submissive victim for several minutes, and was rewarded in his efforts as he felt her arching her back.
The waves of pleasure rolled over her as the intense stimulation of her pussy continued. Jenna found that she could only move her toes, and that she was completely powerless to move her hips or pussy even an inch. She had tried to compose herself but the sensations in her pussy were new and completely delightful to her. As the doctor continued his expert stimulation of her tiny clit and tight pussy, Jenna fought against the restraints of her lower body, desperate to move in rhythm to this lovely torture. She never imagined that being a submissive slave could involve such pleasure…
The doctor pushed his new slave mercilessly, all the while cautiously monitoring her approach to orgasm. As he felt it approach, he pulled away for a minute to deprive her of this supreme pleasure. The doctor watched his lovely young slave jerk and writhe, her head thrown back, eyes closed, and her long blond hair tousled around her. He saw that her cheeks were flushed and that her breathing was ragged, this time in passion not in fear. His long fingers never leaving her pussy, he reached up and unsnapped the gag, removing it deftly with one flick of his wrist.
Before she could utter a sound, he gave her the next rules. “Look at me, slave, and listen before you make a sound. Having the privilege of speech, you must use it to my satisfaction or I will deprive you of it again. Is that clear?” She nodded yes, her eyes never leaving his. “You may not beg me to stop any action I wish to perform on you. You may only beg for more. If something I do distresses you, you may only say “Please, Master.’ You must be very disciplined at this for I will tolerate no disobedience. If you should make this mistake, I will deal with you severely. First, the gag will be returned to your mouth immediately. Second, I will lash you at the flogging bench as I did earlier today. Third, I will return to the very activity that caused you distress. So you see, an error on your part will only make your suffering much worse. You must trust me, your Master, as I will push you to your limits and beyond. Do you understand me, my slave?”
“Yes, Master,” Jenna whispered, daring to say no more.
“Very good, my sweetie, now tell me what you want.”
Jenna was desperate to say the words but so shy that she could not utter them.
“Tell me or I will withdraw my fingers from you!” the doctor demanded.
Finally Jenna found her voice. “Please, Master, please, will you continue to play with my pussy like you were a minute ago?” Ashamed that she had said these words, Jenna gazed down, not daring to meet his eyes, shy despite the fact that she was naked and open to his gaze.
“Why, sweetie, did you like that? I thought you did. Before I continue, tell me, has anyone ever made you feel this way by doing what I just did to you?” He knew that she was a virgin and suspected that no one had ever eaten her pussy before, but he wanted to hear it from her.
Jenna shyly confessed that she was a virgin and that no one had touched or eaten her pussy before. The doctor continued to stroke her as he continued his questions.
“Tell me, my slave, have you rubbed your own pussy or fingered your cunt? Have you ever had an orgasm this way? Tell me, sweetie!” The tone of his voice was demanding.
Jenna’s face flushed read as she looked at him. “Yes Master I have touched myself, but I have never had the wonderful feelings you are giving me now.”
The doctor gazed at her, satisfied. He was not surprised that she was a virgin despite her beauty. But he was pleased that her first orgasm would happen here today with him in control of it. He would shape her sexuality to his specifications, and before he was done with her she would crave pain as much as she craved his fingers and mouth. Inside his trousers his large cock was swollen and hard with the thought of it. He wanted himself in her mouth tonight, so he moved quickly to complete his business of training her.
“Very good, my slave, you have told me the truth and I will reward you. First I want to make you more beautiful.” Saying this, he removed his hand from her pussy and stood up. As he walked to the sink he heard her timid voice.
“Please Master, please won’t you come back and touch me like you did earlier?” He smiled at her naVve language, and as he washed his hands, he said, “Do you want me to come back and eat your pussy some more?”
“Yes Master, please, please help me!” Jenna begged, not knowing how else to resolve the tension that had built up in her pussy, but knowing that she needed him to release it.
He came back to the bed, and refastened her arms more tightly above her head to the headboard, stretching her upper body into a more immobile position. Once he was done Jenna found that she could only move her head.
“Now my beautiful slave, of course I want to give you that pleasure, but I have a few things to do with you first to make you more perfect. You will be patient with me, won’t you?” He stroked her hair as he looked down on her, immobilized, submissive, and totally unaware of what was to come. She nodded up at him, and he moved quickly to his stool in between her legs.
Reaching to the medical cart, he removed the blue cloth to reveal only a few instruments. The first he chose was a small pair of scissors, which he used to trim her pussy hair. Next he used the razor and shaving cream to remove all her pussy hair, and soon her pussy was as smooth as her legs. He cleaned her pussy thoroughly and then spent several minutes running his hands over her tender flesh, marveling in the little-girl look and feel of her pussy. He kept away from her clit and cunt, and some instinct warned her not to beg for his touch but to lie still until he was finished.
“We are almost finished here, my dear, and when we are done I will bring you the pleasure you desire.” As he said this, he reached to the cart and opened an alcohol swab, which he used to clean her little clit, which was still hard. As the cold alcohol touched her most sensitive area, Jenna drew in a sharp breath and wondered why he was doing this. She was about to find out.
The doctor reached for a small medical device with rubber tips, and used it to hold her tiny clit slightly away from her body. At this Jenna tensed up and tried to lift her head to see what going on. This was certainly not the pleasure he’d given her earlier.
“Now my sweetie, it will be done in a second and you will be so much more beautiful. Remember your rules for begging,” the doctor uttered as he reached for the needle on the cart. Jenna could not see this so she had no advance warning of the pain that was shortly to come.
The doctor moved his wrist slightly and the thick needle tunneled into the pink flesh at the tip of Jenna’s clit. The white hot pain pierced her and moved up into her abdomen and down her legs immediately. It was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life, and she emitted an ear-splitting shriek as the doctor calmly pushed the needle through the tissue where it emerged, glittering, on the other side of her clit. Jenna could produce no speech but continued to scream at the top of her lungs as the pain bit through her body. Everything hurt so badly that she could not tell that he was removing the needle and inserting the end of a gold loop into the forced opening. He snapped the ring shut and used a bit of gold solder to make the ring permanent. Now she could not remove it expect to cut or file through it.
Jenna screamed and cried for the next minute as the pain continued to course through her body. She strained against her restrains helplessly even though she knew that she could not move at all. The doctor watched her agony and marveled at her pussy, which opened again and lubricated. His slave might not realize it yet, but pain would be a powerful sexual stimulant that he would use often with her. His cock had again swelled to its full hard length and was pushing insistently to get out.
Finally the doctor pushed the stool around to her head and began to speak to her through the haze of pain that seemed to linger as her screams turned to intense moans.
“There my sweetie, it is done and you are much more beautiful than you were a minute ago.” He stroked her hair and watched her struggling to get free, the tears coursing down her face. He continued to stroke her as she regained control, and he marveled that she did not beg him for release from the pain. He was secretly disappointed because he would have loved to see her tied and crying as he flogged her for begging. Finally she turned her face to him.
“What are you doing to me down there?” He could see the pain shining in her tear-filled eyes and knew that she was working hard not to beg him to stop whatever was going on.
“Why my slave, it is all over, and you have only to heal now. I have placed a small gold hoop through your clit, very much like you had your ears pierced when you were a little girl. This hoop I have soldered shut so you cannot remove it, and you will find over time it will be quite useful to me in your training and maintenance.
Jenna looked at him, and then looked away. She was horrified by his words and horrified still more at what she had agreed to do with him. She decided that she would escape the first chance she got, and this thought finally allowed her to calm down enough to take a deep breath. His next words sliced into her brain as if he had used a knife.
“Of course, you want to leave now, having had a taste of your training, and the ring in your clit is there in part to prevent you from leaving. Remember when you told your parents that you would stay here this summer and work to earn money for school this fall? You will stay here with me instead of renting your tiny apartment as you have been for the past school year, and will live as my submissive slave. When you return to college in the fall for your sophomore year you will be a refined and elegant slave.
“Starting now, each day this summer you will receive lessons in submission and sexuality from me, most being taught right here in this basement. As you can see, you can scream as loudly as you wish, for no one will hear you to come to your rescue.” He noticed that while he was saying this, her eyes had closed and she had begun to sob slightly, forgetting the physical pain in her clit as the psychological pain of submission took over. He continued.
“I have your class schedule for the fall, and someone from my office is getting all your books tomorrow. During the day when I am not here you will begin reading them. Your grades were good your freshmen year, but I think you can make them better. And your tuition for fall? I will see to that. Your job this summer is to learn from me what a submissive slave is to be, and to read what I give you and be prepared to discuss it when I return in the evening. On the weekends we will be alone together as I dismiss the housekeeper then, and our training will be most intense. You will travel with me, which will further refine your education. Eventually you will submit to me, not because you have to, but because you wish to.” He reached out to turn her face to his. “I promise you that you will crave all this under my expert training. You will have no opportunity to escape, so do not make it hard on yourself by trying. Your training will be vigorous enough as it is this summer.”
He paused and looked deeply into her eyes. She looked back and said nothing, yet he could see the fight between submission and independence in her eyes.
“Sweetie, the path to independence is through submission. Without submission, you are nothing. You were born with the need to submit. Coming to me is you first step in admitting that. You will be perfection.” He bent over her and kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back, their tongues dancing wildly with each other’s. Finally he pulled away and she begged immediately, “Please Master do not go.”
He smiled down, satisfied, and she was glad to see it. She kept her eyes wide open and innocent, yet as soon as she was released she was going to bolt for the door. She did not know that he had already anticipated this.
“How is it feeling now?” he asked her about her clit.
“It stings, Master, but not so much now as it did,” she replied smoothly, honestly.
“Let’s work on making it feel better then,” he said as he gently undid her wrist restraints and massaged the muscles in her arms. He laid her arms gently by her sides and returned the stool to the place between her spread legs. He took a cool cloth and held it gently to her throbbing flesh. Despite the bonds, she jumped when he touched her.
“Oh Master it is so sensitive,” she whispered as the energy to fight him drained away.
It will always be more sensitive than it was before, but the soreness will diminish over time. Reaching for her right hand, he instructed her to hold the cool cloth against her sore flesh. She obeyed wordlessly for the coolness soothed the pain. He worked gently yet quickly to release the restraints on her legs, and when they were free he lifted them out of the stirrups and helped her to sit up.
Jenna winced as she sat up, to convince him that her tender clit was still stinging. Keeping her legs wide apart helped with this. She must make her escape now, she thought, and she looked through the open door to the stairs. He followed her eyes and knew what she was thinking. He smiled inwardly and thought that they might as well get this over with now.
“Is anything wrong sweetie?” he asked her, and he was satisfied to see her blush.
“Yes,” she stammered, looking again at the door, “I…I need to use the bathroom and was wondering if I could go upstairs to do that?” Again he smiled inwardly to himself. Her cleverness was admirable, considering what she had been through. “Are you sure you can handle the stairs, sweetie?”
“Yes, I’m sure I can,” she replied, and then adding an afterthought, “ If I go slowly.”
As she was saying this, he walked over to a dark corner with a plastic shower hiding it. Drawing aside the curtain, she saw a toilet and a small shower on a wooden platform. He snapped a wall switch and a spotlight from the ceiling illuminated the corner.
“Here is what you need, without the pain of having to climb the stairs. First let me help you,” he said as he walked back over to her, noting the disappointment in her face. He treated her like a child as he wordlessly removed the cloth from her hand, then attached black leather cuffs to each of her wrists and ankles. Next he produced a chain from the medical cart and connected it gently to the ring in her clit. He used commands as he would train a dog. “Come,” he said in a firm voice and tugged slightly on the chain.
Jenna felt a burst of pain and pleasure from her clit as he tugged the chain. She stood slowly and began to follow him, spreading her legs so that her pussy lips would not brush against her swollen clit and cause more discomfort.
“Not like that,” he frowned at her. “Get on all fours and follow me.”
Jenna was so ashamed that she could not look at him as she got into position. As she posed in her humiliation, he threaded the chain up between her legs though her pussy lips and into the crack of her ass. The chain passed over her back and head and into his hand.
“Now come,” he said sternly tugging again at the leash, sending another pain/pleasure wave through her. She contained a groan successfully and began to move forward, thankful that the chain was not dragging the ground and causing more movement than it was now. Each subtle movement of her body and the chain caused sensations like she had never felt, and by the time they reached the corner she was breathing heavily and perspiring slightly.
“Do not move,” he commanded as he went to the sink to make the next preparations for her humiliation. She submissively held her pose as she listened to the sounds of the preparation. Although her face was just inches from the toilet, she concentrated her senses on detecting what he might be doing behind her. She could hear water running, and the noise of a cabinet door being opened, the closed again. She had no idea what it could be. He silently returned to her, inserted something lubricated and small into her backside. Her relief at the slight sensation of the small thing in her asshole quickly changed as she felt pressure begin to build in her lower belly.
Standing above her as the water flowed in, he raised the back high to increase the pressure and pain of the procedure, and was soon rewarded with muffled moans and writhing. When she had taken 2 quarts of the fluid, he stopped the flow, removed the nozzle, and inserted a lubricated butt plug so that she would retain the water until he wished her to expel it. The butt plug he wedged into her slowly as her ass was very tight. Stretching it to take his cock would be a task he would teach her to perform on herself in the following days.
“You may stand and then sit on the toilet,” the doctor commanded, and when she had complied, he attached her ankle cuffs to small chains on either side of the toilet on the floor, and her wrists her suspended above her head to another chain, this one hanging from the ceiling. As he was doing this, he said, “You can see why my training area is mainly in the basement. Almost everything requires modifications. Since my home and property surrounding it are worth a considerable amount, I cannot ruin the value of it by making these modifications upstairs.” He spoke nonchalantly as he shared this with her, as if they were chatting over after-dinner coffee rather than the awkward and embarrassing situation she was now in. Finally, he attached her clit chain to a small screw eye on the floor with just enough length that the chain was tight with no slack, but not stretching her clit. A continuous stream of pleasure/pain sensations throbbed in her newly pierced clit. She knew that she could not move at all without pulling the chain tight and causing sharp pain.
“You may not use this toilet until I give you my permission, is that clear? If you do, no matter what, you will be severely punished at the flogging table. If you feel that at any time you cannot control your bowels or bladder, you will tell me immediately. Is that clear?”
“Yes Master,” she replied, not sure what he had in mind. What kind of person sits you on a toilet and then tells you not to use it? Jenna was learning the sadistic depths that her master would go to in order to teach her a lesson. She regretted ever having the idea of escaping as the pressure in her bowels began to intensify. She could feel the large plug stretching her ass and knew there was no way the liquid would escape until the plug was removed. She thought herself lucky that she really didn’t have to pee as badly as she’d told him she did, but she didn’t know that situation would change also…
Standing over her, her captor said, “Remember all that I have taught you in the short time we have been together.” He snapped on a latex surgical glove, knelt before her and placed two fingers completely within her pussy. Her pussy was tightly stretched with the invading fingers but she said nothing, keeping her eyes focused on a spot on the far wall. Next he instructed her to lean back, and when she did, she could feel the clit chain tighten slightly. To make her predicament worse, he used his other hand on her lower abdomen to find and squeeze her bladder, evaluating its fullness. He pressed insistently with his fingers and hand and Jenna instantly had a severe urge to urinate.
“Please, Master, it feels like I really need to pee right now,” she begged, not knowing if she could hold the urine that was pushing against the walls of her compressed bladder.
“Very good, sweetie, you can concentrate on that feeling, but just hold it and don’t go until I give my permission,” he soothed as he would to a child. He removed his two fingers from her wet pussy and then reinserted them, this time with a third finger. The pressure in her cunt was so very tight from the overly full bowels and his fingers that she began to squirm and the chain caused more pain. Her breath was ragged now with the torture of the chain and the feeling in her bladder and bowels, as once again he used his free hand to squeeze and manipulate her. She tried to close her legs to hold back the urine but the ankle restraints made this impossible.
“Please, Master, please please have mercy on me! I can’t hold it any longer! Please please let me release my urine. Oh, Ah, OH OHHH!”
As she was begging he watched the affect his ministrations were having upon her. He pressed even harder and her speech was reduced to a string of ohs and ahs and groans as she complied with his request not to release her urine. Her head was thrown back and he could see the muscles in her neck straining. Her torso was covered in a sheen of perspiration. He manipulated her bladder for another minute and watched as the restrains, the chain, and his hands began to take affect. Despite the pain of her clit, the extreme pressure in her bladder and bowels, and the restraints, his submissive and helpless slave began again the dance of passion, humping as his fingers rubbed her tight virgin pussy.
“OOHH AAHHH PLLLEEAAASSEEE MASTERRR!!!!!
Jenna could barely think, let along talk, but she managed to spit out that one phrase from the combined pleasure and agony coursing through her body. Her humiliation temporarily gone, she didn’t know exactly what she was begging him to do or to stop doing, and the doctor smiled as he knew that she was learning that pain and pleasure were not opposites. He sensed that an orgasm was approaching, and he withdrew his hands from the writhing young woman.
“OOOHH Master please please do not stop!” Jenna begged, very ashamed that she should do so but unable to help herself. The doctor stood up, grabbed the back of her hair with his hand, and thrust his gloved fingers, glistening with her juices, to her mouth.
“Shhhh. I want you to be quiet now. That’s a good little sweetie. Such a good obedient sweetie. That’s right, good little slave. Does my sweetie like to suck her juice off Daddy’s fingers?” The doctor talked to her in the babyish tone he used with children who came into his office. It soothed them, but it made his slave’s degradation and humiliation more intense. He moved his fingers in and out of his helpless slave’s mouth, and she cleaned them completely with her lips and tongue, gagging slightly as he inserted them fully to the back of her throat. Here was another skill he’d teach her in the next weeks. He continued to use her mouth like this, watching her tearing eyes bulge with shame and pain. He guessed that this beautiful naive girl had no idea that a hard cock belonged anywhere else except in a willing wife’s pussy. He smiled down on her. It was going to be a long hot summer!
Finally he removed the fingers from her mouth, stripped the glove from his hand, and stroked away the tears that rolled down his slave’s cheeks. He knew she was on the breaking point and he had to assert his absolute dominance now, or she would continue to try to escape. He knelt by her side, tongued her ear for several minutes until she was writhing and shaking, then began to dig his fingers mercilessly into her ticklish ribs as she squirmed desperately. He whispered in her ear.
“Such a good sweetie to hold it all in for her Master. Just a few minutes more and I will give you the release you need. Next time you think about trying to escape, you will tell me your fears and concerns and we will avoid a situation as unpleasant as this. You will get enough torture and pain as a part of your training so don’t bring more upon yourself by acting foolishly.” He began again his assault of her ear, tickling and caressing it with his tongue, plunging into its virgin depths as he continued to tickle her ribs.
Jenna writhed uncontrollably. The pressure in her bowels was a constant pain, and she was using every bit of her energy to hold her bladder, which was stinging now as the doctor tickled her ribs. She was moaning and gasping, hardly able to breathe let alone talk. The doctor noticed this and decided to add one more punishment to the list for today. He moved away from her ear and said, “Remember to tell me when you can’t hold it anymore.” Before she could speak he increased his tickling from gentle playfulness to an all-out ribs massage that would leave her bruised. It had its desired effects immediately. Giggling hysterically, Jenna arched her back and shot a stream of urine into the toilet without being able to say a word. Despite the fact that he had deprived her of speech and had forced the urine from her, she had disobeyed him and now must be punished.
“Slave, what is this? Have you disobeyed me? You do know that you must be punished?”
Jenna’s head had dropped to her chest, and she was sobbing. Her bladder felt so good now that it was empty yet she desperately needed release for the water in her bowels. Her Master lifted her chin and looked into her sobbing face.
“You have your choice, slave, since it is your first time. You may sit here for ½ hour and hold your water, or you may release it now and then move to the flogging table. Which is it to be slave?” He yanked the hair at the back of her head for emphasis.
“Please, Master….”her voice trailed off as she longed to beg for mercy, knowing it would yield only more punishment. She thought about her options. She could not endure the pressure in her bowels another moment, but the flogging table…A large cramp made the decision for her.
“Please Master, let me release my bowels and I will submit to the flogging table.” She lowered her eyes in humiliation as she said this.
“Very well slave, I will remove your plug and you will have 3 minutes to finish, then we will move to the table.” He released her hair and her head fell forward.
“Yes Master,” came the whispered reply.
He removed the butt plug with one hard tug and heard her yelp of pain with satisfaction. Before her asshole stopped stinging, the water began to rush from her body. The doctor watched closely as the water emptied her bowels completely, not giving her the dignity of privacy. With her still tied to the toilet, he bathed her with a warm washcloth, unfastened her from the restraints, and carried her to the flogging table. She hung limply in his arms, physically and mentally exhausted from her ordeal. He placed her face down on the flogging table, which looked like a wooden sawhorse covered with padding and black leather. He fastened her wrists and ankles to the bottom of the legs and she was laying comfortably, legs spread, bald pussy and asshole exposed, as well as her glorious round butt cheeks ready for punishment. She closed her eyes and rested, barely feeling her sore clit pushed against the soft leather. She knew that the pain would return soon enough, and for the first time that day she relaxed and let her master worry about administering the punishment.
She did not jump or flinch as his hands smoothed back her tangled blond mane to expose her face. She did not lift her head but looked up into his eyes.
“You are learning what it is to become submissive. Today you learned that planning to escape will get you into a lot of trouble. Now you are strapped again to the flogging table instead of being upstairs with me in the nice warm bed. And you haven’t had any supper yet. Tomorrow we will begin anew and hopefully you will apply some of the things you’ve learned.”
“Yes Master” she said softly, closed her eyes, and waited for her punishment. He went to the wall, selected a leather-covered paddle, and briskly warmed her ass with 25 hard stinging strokes to each cheek. She writhed and screamed against the padded table, pulling at the restraints despite her fatigue. It was over quickly except for the deep burning on her ass and the tears streaming down her face that refused to stop.
As she calmed down, he left her exposed on the table and put away the various tools of the dungeon. There was no need for words now as he came to her motionless form, removed all her restraints, and pulled her into an upright position. He took her hand and led her like a child to the shower. She shuddered from cold and glanced with revulsion at the sight of the toilet. He started the water in the shower, waited until it was warm, then opened a small cabinet that contained towels, a washcloth, soap, shampoo, and a blow-dryer. He said curtly, “Once you are finished here, go to the flogging table and put on what you will find there, then join me upstairs.” He left her and went up the stairs.
Jenna stood staring at the door he had just walked through for a moment. The steam from the shower reached her cold skin and felt good. She retrieved the shower things and stepped into the warm water. She quickly scrubbed her aching muscles, saving her pussy for last. She gingerly felt the gold ring and realized that if she was not submitted to the chain, her clit would not really be that sore. She shampooed her hair and got out of the shower. She dried off quickly in the cold basement and wondered what she was to wear as she dried her hair. She decided to use the toilet in case she didn’t get a chance to do so for several more hours, or even overnight. Clean and dry, she pulled back the curtain and looked around. It was orderly and quiet. She would have loved to look in all the doctor’s cabinets but she knew better than that. She pulled herself together and went straight to the flogging bench.
On it lay three things. First, she saw her make-up kit from her purse, and realized that he must have gone through her personal things. Second, she saw a pair of shiny black high heeled shoes with straps that wrapped around her ankles. Third, there was a shiny black harness – like a pair of string panties – with 2 things attached. A set of directions accompanied this thing. She blushed as she read the directions, but understood what to do. She applied makeup quickly, slipped on the shoes, and then slowly pulled the harness up her legs. She guided the 2 dildoes into her, the larger into her pussy and the smaller one into her ass. She used some lubricant for the ass dildo and found that it went in smoothly with little discomfort. She adjusted the fasteners and buckles for a perfect fit. As she had felt earlier, she felt a wave of humiliation and erotic pleasure washing over her, and she walked to the full length mirror to check her image. The heels made her legs look long and sexy and the thin black straps disappeared in her pussy and ass crack. She ran her hands over her nipples and saw them harden immediately. Cleaning the area as she had seen her Master do, she walked to the steps, adjusted her pussy strap so that it was not rubbing her piercing, and walked up the stairs.
