Message-ID: <27712asstr$975985803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <mrledft@aol.com> From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT) X-Original-Message-ID: <20001201131854.07539.00005120@ng-cs1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Office Call, Pt.1 m/2f, bd/sm, cons. X-Original-Subject: Office Call, Pt.2 m/2f, bd/sm, cons. Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2000 22:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27712> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2000. The rest of this series is posted at my site http://www.egroups.com/group/MastrKink Office Call Gwen sat quietly in the car as it whizzed down the freeway. It was just starting to turn dark and she wondered what the evening had in store for her. Her life had been a whirlwind of confusing emotions since she had answered that personal ad on the bd/sm website several months ago. She was always fearful at the start of these adventures, but always, always ended up doing as she was commanded and totally loving the wide range of physical pleasures that arose from them. Tonight she really had no idea of where they were headed. Her Master had simply told her to dress or undress as the case may be. She wore just a leather collar, thigh high stockings and high heels covered by a long coat. His favorite outfit. He kept saying how much he appreciated the idea that she had given him for this, but really, she was in a fog as to what that could have been. They turned off the freeway and headed towards the hospital area and Gwen wondered if she was once again going to be made to publicly exhibit herself for his amusement. She could still remember the shame and embarrassment that she had felt when total strangers had been allowed to look at her naked body as she stood on the street corner flashing them. Plus the adult book store. Not to mention the afternoon he had spent driving around the city with her sitting naked in the seat next to him. And the public scenes at the various play socials they had attended. Not that it hadn't all been exciting! Finally, he turned into a small parking lot and headed towards some offices at the far end. "I just bet you're wondering what we're up to tonight, slave?" "I'm here to please, Master." "Hehehe, true. But I did appreciate your telling me a little dream that you had about your doctor a few months ago. It made me wonder what would happen if you had to submit to a more perverted physical exam by a professional. So I posted some messages on the net and interviewed a few people and found what I think will be an interesting partner to give you a most thorough exam tonight." Interesting? Gwen's stomach clenched in fear as her mind flowed through the various tortures that he could devise in such a setting. "Come on, get out of the car and let's go." So she did and stood for him beside the car door as he came around and snapped a chain leash to her collar to lead her across the parking lot to what appeared to be family practice offices. They walked up to the door and knocked. A nurse came to the door and let them in asking them to have a seat and the doctor would be with them in a minute. Only a ghost of smile flickered across her face as she took in the dog collar and leash on her new patient. Then she shut the door and locked it behind her as she obviously was leaving for the day. "Take off your coat and hang it up, dear." Gwen did as instructed taking her seat afterwards. She couldn't help, but send a glance to the glass door that looked out on the parking lot knowing that she could easily be seen in the brightly lit waiting room. As usual, she felt shame and humiliation, but also the deep excitement that was welling up inside causing her nipples to grow hard and her cunt wet. "Mrs. ________, I'm ready for you now. Please come on back" She was a small thin woman with short gray hair wearing a face mask and a white lab coat. Gwen and her Master followed her back to an examining room. "Just hop on up here, dear and we'll get started." Gwen did as she was told and laid her head back on the cushion placing her feet in the stirrups that had been stretched out from the end of the table. The side arms had been pulled out from the sides and quickly Gwen's arms were fastened tight to them followed by her ankles being tied to the stirrups until she was unable to move. "Your Master and I have discussed what he wants done to you tonight and I expect you to behave and obey." Saying that, she removed her lab coat and Gwen gasped as she looked at her. Obviously, this was a woman as perverted as her Master. Large gauge nipple rings adorned her small and perky breasts, and there appeared to be a small circle of puckered scars around her aureola from repeated play piercings. But Gwen was astonished most at the size of the padlock that perforated her inner labia and stretched them down a few inches. "Like the looks of that, do you? Well, maybe later, but for now, let's make sure you're nice and healthy." With that, she pulled on a pair of latex gloves and gave a soft chuckle as she moved towards her. To be continued. MastrKink "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+