She mmm’d against his chest, feeling his hand nudge her legs apart a fraction. This was when she was most vulnerable, that first half-hour after orgasm. Her body was content and drowsy and her mind drifted with it. He stood slowly, sliding her off his lap and laying her on the carpeted floor. “Stay here. I’ll get you another pair.” Vicky nodded, curling on her side, tired. He was gone and back before she knew it, another pair of panties in hand, black, lace and crotchless. He knelt down by her feet. “Roll onto your back.” She did. He pulled the soiled and ripped panties off her. With a warm wash cloth he wiped her clean between her legs, dried her with a soft towel and slid the clean panties on.

She was coming out of her after-glow stage. Vicky opened her eyes and looked at him as he pulled her dress back down. He held out his hand, drawing her up to a sitting position. “Feel better now?” She did, noticing he was still only wearing his open robe. Her eyes landed on his cock for but an instant before she looked away, blushing. He caught it and grinned, “You want a taste?” Her cheeks burned in answer. With one hand he pulled the robe shut. “Maybe later. If you are very good all day.” He took her hand and together they stood. “That means not pouting, no begging, no whining and doing as your asked to do the first time.”

“I know, Sir.”

“I know you know. Just a gentle reminder.” He patted her bottom. They headed back upstairs. “You get very needy and hungry girl when your Master is away so long, Vicky. I hope for a while you can keep yourself busy. I have a few things I need to get done in the den and a phone call to make at noon so we can’t play for awhile.” He heard a little sigh, but only a little one. She was content for now. “You need attention, I know, but I need to get my work done first.”

“Okay.” It was said sadly and quietly, knowing better than to turn it into a pout.

He sent her off while he went upstairs to get dressed and get a couple hours of work done. Now what was she going to do? She wasn’t allowed in the playroom by herself unless it was to clean up. There wasn’t any housework to do. She’d done that already. This would be a difficult few hours to get through and he knew that. When he worked, he expected to be left alone without interruption. She went to the sofa and clicked on the TV. She was bored already. The channels surfed by. Nothing looked interesting. She shut it back off again. Vicky turned to the stereo and the rack of takes and cds. She pulled out three, Muddy Waters, BB King and her favorite, Stevie Ray Vaughn. Sucked he was dead already. She set the player on shuffle, put on the headphones and lay back to listen while thumbing through a small stack of magazines.

“She’s my sweet little baby! I’m her little lover boy!!” Vicky sang out in the typical louder-than-was-needed voice when one has with headphones on. “Every day! Every day I have the blues. Oooooh, every day, every day I have the blues…Oh yeah!

Well, you know I ain’t no stranger…throw your arms round me like a circle round the sun…I want you to call, call me Daddy! Let me lay down in your arms..”

A finger tapped her lightly on the shoulder, sending a jolt through her in surprise. It was her Master. Vicky pulled the headphones away from her ears slight, “Yes?”

“Can you keep your voice down?”

“Was I singing too loud? I’m sorry, Sir.”

He nodded. “Too loud if I’m to make my phone call then I’ll be done.”

“Okay, sorry.” She snapped the headphones back over her ears and hummed instead of sang.

With a shake of his head and a chuckle, her Dom went to make his call. Fifteen minutes later Vicky’s voice burst out again, loud and clear. “If the house issa rockin’ don’t bother knockin’, if the house issa rocking’ don’t bather knockin’, if the house issa rockin’ don’t bother come on in! Woooo!”

He tapped his pen on the desk, slightly annoyed. The voice on the other end chuckled. “You have company?”

It was his turn to laugh. “She’s a bit bored, I think. Wants some attention.”

“Won’t keep you too long then,” the voice continued.

She must have realized her tone for her voice suddenly cut off. Ten minutes later he stood in the doorway of the living room, watching her dance with the wireless headphones still in place. She was oblivious to his presence until she spun around suddenly. She froze in place, her inner rhythm gone silent by the look on his face. She’d been too loud again. She knew it. Vicky slid the headphones off and set them down. “Turn off the stereo,” he said. Vicky meekly did as she was told and put away the cds as she’d found them.

He walked over and stood some five feet away. “Now, get on your knees and don’t even thing about speaking or looking at me.” She dropped down. “Twice before noon you have disobeyed me, Vicky. Twice.” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. She bit on the inside of her bottom lip. “What has gotten into you today?” She knew better than to answer that. “I’ve punished you once today. Do you need it again?” She hung her head. “I think you do. Hold out your wrists.”

Vicky held her hands up, keeping her eyes averted, knowing already what was to come. He locked the cuffs on her and yanked her to her feet. “You think it’s the closet, don’t you?” She nodded. “Think again. Come on.” He walked her through the dining room and the kitchen and then to the back room door. “As I recall,” he said, guiding her

down the back steps, “The last time this room was cleaned was about a year ago. When we did that we had plenty of spiders and their webs to deal with. Remember?” He slipped a blindfold over her terror filled eyes and pulled the door open to the next room.

Vicky balked, giving a gasp. Not spiders! Oh dear god, how she hated spiders. He’d not put her back in here with those things, would he? “Please no.”

“Too late. I told you twice to keep it down, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How many times should I have to ask?”

“Once. Only once.” Her voice was going up in pitch. “I’ll be quiet. I’ll be very quiet, please Master.”

He touched her lips. “Open you mouth, slave.” When she did he slipped in a penis gag. “You wanted something to suck on before. Now you can have this.” He buckled it tightly into place. “Yes, little one, you will be quiet.” She was pulled forward. She could feel the soft touch of cobwebs on her legs and squealed around the gag. He pulled her arms up. More cobwebs touched her fingers as the cuffs were hooked above her head. He was really going to do this to her. Vicky started whimpering and pleading as best she could without words. The blindfold prevented her tears from trickling down her face.

He slapped her ass hard with his hand, stinging. “Enough!” This time he did yell. “You will be in here alone, with the spiders and cobwebs and with anything else that happens to crawl along for fifteen minutes. After that time, I’ll come back. If you haven’t freaked yourself out by then, we’ll talk.”

Vicky squirmed, mumbling frantically through the gag. It was of no use. The room around her was quiet and the door to the kitchen closed softly beyond this one. Fifteen minutes in this spider infested room. How could he be so cruel? He was supposed to be nice and loving to his slave girl not chain her up with spiders. Something tickled across her foot and she flinched, kicking at it. Then her arm was lightly landed on. Something shifted in her hair. Vicky shook herself all over, making high-pitched sounds of fear. She yanked her wrists against the chains, frantic, thrashing and screaming.

His arm was around her, holding her close while the other hand unhooked her wrists. He hadn’t left at all; just long enough to close the door and slip quietly back into the room. He was hugging her and stroking her hair. “You didn’t think I’d leave you in here for fifteen minutes, did you?” She gurgle-cried through the gag still in her mouth, nearly choking on it. The Dom unbuckled it but did not remove the blindfold just yet. “Next time, don’t make me have to tell you twice to be quiet while I work. You’ll find yourself back in here for more than just a couple of minutes and I really will leave if it happens again.”

She clung to him blindly. “Can we get out of here now?”

"Of course.” The Master stroked her and kissed her while guiding his her back up the stairs and into the living room. He felt bad for punishing her like that but she’d have to learn. She’d not soon forget this lesson. “Now, sit here on the sofa and be quiet.”

“Yes, Sir.” She sank into the sofa, blindfold left in place.

He kissed her forehead then took her hands, re-cuffed them and hooked them into a ring on the wall behind her head. She could hear him sifting through the VCR tapes and getting one ready for viewing. Vicky made a little sound, knowing what he was going to do. The tape started playing, first the poorly made introductions. The Master touched her through her top, his hand slid down to her knee. “Open your legs.” She drew them apart. “Keep them like that. I’m going to trust you to do as I say this time and not make you wear the spreader.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Cheesy 80’s porn music was playing on the TV. “The movie is 90 minutes long. You’ll sit here quietly and listen to it while I make some plans for our afternoon together.” He patted her knee and walked away.

The trick here was to not listen to the movie and the sounds of the spankings and paddling and moaning and fucking. And as is the usual case, the more you try not to listen or think about something, the more you end up doing it. The fact she couldn’t see the action made it worse yet. Her mind would create the images. The first fifteen minutes attempted some sort of plot line and then Vicky began to hear it all in clear intimate detail. The sound of his hand on the girl’s ass over and over again and her little cry of pain that was closer to pleasure and his voice telling her what a naughty little girl she was. She could tell when he changed to a paddle and then a leather strap. Vicky moaned, squirming on the sofa, needing to draw her knees together but forcing them to stay open like her Master had told her to do. He could be standing right there watching her.

The sounds swam through her mind, the images more intimate and arousing and maddening than anything she could have really watched. She was sucking his cock now. He was moaning. Then he smacked her ass again and fucked her somehow. Vicky pushed back against the cushion, arching, her thighs straining to keep apart. For the next hour the movie played on. There were moments of dialogue, setting the scene for the sounds of sex and torment and pleasure. By the time the ending credit music began Vicky was soaking wet and aching. The tape shut off and began to rewind itself. She was, frustrated, waiting for him to come back and release her.

Something warm and soft probed between her legs, parting her thighs more. It was her Master’s hand. “Very good.” His voice was low and controlled. “You’re all wet and ready, aren’t you?” His fingers parted her swollen lips. The inspection between her legs continued so gently that she could not cum but hard enough to keep her wet. “I took the liberty of making an appointment for you today. I felt it was time to make sure you are healthy and clean inside.”

Vicky moaned, understanding exactly what he was talking about. He’d mentioned it to her in the past, saying one day he’d have to take her for the woman’s exam. He’d stay and watch and make sure she was safe but the doctor would be the one giving her the exam. After that, she’d go every year with him. He’d make the appointment and they would just go and have it done. He was squeezing her clit tip. “My slave needs to stay healthy. I don’t want her to be sick. We’ll go for lunch afterwards, okay?” She nodded, feeling him touch her and at the same time the thought of her first ob/gyn exam with him terrified her. His hand moved away. Vicky’s arms were lowered and released. The blindfold was slipped off. “Come on then. Get on your coat and let’s go.”

“Now?” she whimpered.

He pulled her over into his arms, smiling, “Yes, now. You’ll be safe. Nothing to be afraid of and I’ll be right there with you all the time.”

She nodded. What else was she to do? Her Master knew best and Master made the appointment and it was all for her own good. He’d be there and watch over it all. Vicky retrieved her coat and slipped it on. “Good girl. Back seat, remember.”

“Yes, Sir.”

They left the house.

The ride to the appointment was quiet. Vicky sat in the back seat, hands folded in her lap, knees together. Her face was pinched with unease as she watched the scenery go by. The Master was quiet, too. He’d glance every now and then in the mirror, seeing her trying to be brave. She was also petrified. As a woman, she’d been through this dozens of times on her own. As his slave she had no idea what to expect. She doubted it would be anything but routine. He saw her swallow hard as if pushing back tears but said nothing.

The house they pulled up to looked perfectly normal on the outside. Vicky held her Master’s hand hard as they walked around to a side door that led to a very private medical practice. There was a waiting room, like any doctor’s office, with half a dozen chairs and copies of old magazines on a scuffed coffee table. A woman sat with her another man.. He looked as uneasy as Vicky did. The Dom told the receptionist who they were and then led Vicky to a seat beside him. He smiled at the other woman, “Afternoon.”

“Afternoon.” She smiled at Vicky who looked away.

The Master chuckled, “She’s a little nervous. Her first exam.”

“Dr. Mark is very gentle and has some wonderful items inside. She’ll be fine. You going in with her?”

“Oh yes, definitely.” He said it with a little too much enthusiasm. “What about yours? He looks a bit uncomfortable.”

The boy, who was probably about twenty-five years old, blushed. “Bowel problems,” the Domme answered briefly.

The door opened and the receptionist stuck her head out. “James?”

The Domme took the other man’s hand and they went through the door.

Her Master’s hand slipped into Vicky’s “You okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Five minutes ticked by before they were called in. She was handed a papery smock to put on. Everything else was to go. The exam room was typical, white walls, white ceiling and a gray tile floor. A table, placed at an angle into the room, was covered with a paper sheet. Feeling more self-conscious than she had in years, Vicky stripped and put on the smock while her Master watched. She sat on the edge of the table, legs swinging nervously, fingers twisting in her lap. She jumped when the door finally opened and the doctor entered. He greeted the Dom warmly, shaking his hand and all smiles before turning to his new patient. “How are you today, young lady?”

“Fine.”

“Good.” He patted her knee. “Lay back and we’ll get started.”

Vicky did as she was told, her heart pounding in her ears. He scooched her down then set the dreaded stirrups into place. The doctor lifted each of her legs into place, resting her still socked feet into the foot rests. Leaving her wide open, he rolled a heat lamp over between her legs while he first washed his hands then donned latex gloves. He removed the white paper from the tray beside his stool. On it was a tube of K-Y jelly and two metal speculums. That’s all Vicky saw before turning to look at the ceiling. She could not drive the notion from her mind that her Master was sitting there, right beside Dr. Mark, watching everything. Her vagina twinged. Dr. Mark inserted a lubed finger into her gently, but deeply and pressed on her lower abdomen with his other hand. “Ovaries are nice sized, firm, very good.” His fingers slid out again. Vicky moaned quietly. He reached for something else on the tray. “A little cold now and some pressure, honey.” The metal speculum was pushed in and spread open. With a series of clicks it was locked into place. He touched her knee. “Relax your knees out a little. There you go. Just relax.” He turned to the Dom. “You wanted this filmed, right?”

“Yes.”

“And a bar in place?”

“Yes.”

Vicky grimaced, clenched her teeth and stared at the ceiling. The doctor pulled over a small video camera mounted on a tripod and set it up between Vicky’s legs. Then much to her surprise, put a spreader bar between her knees as well, forcing her to remain open no matter what he did. Vicky could not hold back the moan that welled up in her. She shut her eyes. There was a squeaking sound. Her Master’s hands were on her shoulders. He’d moved to stand at the head of the exam table. She almost cried but wanted to be strong. She’d been so bad today, punished twice. She’s not let him down this time. A little motor started and Vicky felt the doctor’s fingers on her clit. He was gently massaging it. She moaned. A rubber cup was fit over the clit. A soft suction kept it in place. “Oh god,” she whispered, balling up her fists.

“That’s a good girl. Very good. Just relax.” Her Master patted her shoulders.

“Don’t let her orgasm just yet. You want a pulse or a steady pull?”

Her head rocked back and forth. This was too much for her to stand. “Oh Master, please..”

“Its okay. You’ll be okay.” Her sounds were pitiful. “I think a pulse would be nice.” There was a click and the suction on her clit increased before it began to milk her bud. It was so gentle, almost like someone’s lips on her down there. “Don’t cum. Not until the doctor says its okay.” She whimpered, tried to squirm, but the spreader and stirrups held her immobile. Even her Master’s hands were holding her shoulders down.

“I’ll give her a minute to get used to that while I go check on James.”

Oh god, James! What was being done to him in some other examining room? Vicky felt hot and tingly all over. The Dom’s fingers brushed her hair. “Such a good girl, Vicky. You are doing this like a good slave for your Master, aren’t you?” He leaned over and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear. “And I am so hard for you I can barely stand it myself.”

The door opened and Dr. Mark returned. He took up his station between her legs. “A little more cold, young lady. Now relax.”

Vicky hissed through her teeth as cold was inserted into the spread opening the speculum provided. Her whole body tensed and shook. The Dom, holding her down more firmly, rubbed her shoulders. “It’s okay, just a bit of ice. It will melt. Go ahead, doctor.” More ice was packed into her, more than she thought she could possibly endure. It was so cold, it burned. She could feel handful after handful pushed up inside and then slowly melting and dripping from her. Her vagina walls began to grow numb. By the time he had emptied the bowl into her, she felt nothing. “That’s all. Nearly done.”

The little pump was clicked again, the suction on her clit intensified and the pulses quickened. She couldn’t feel her inside at all. “Oh god, Master. No more, please no more.” She begged weakly. Her clit was throbbing.

“Just relax. Let it happen to you.” Vicky tried to relax but she couldn’t. She was going to burst into tears soon if it didn’t stop. “Can she cum now?” The Dom could feel her growing anxiety.

“Anytime she wants.”

Her Master leaned to her ear. “Any time, sweety. Cum for your Master.”

Her body twitched, feeling the wet suction on her swelling button and the speculum’s cold metal steel hold her walls open. She heard his voice through the fog, “One more notch up.”

CLICK

Vicky’s hips bucked hard. Her body spasmed. She panted uncontrollably through it. The cup on her clit did not slacken in the least. In fact if felt like it was growing even more intense. Once the wave of pleasure was passed, Vicky felt the speculums metal jaws close and slid out of her. Still the suction pulsed and pulled her and the spreader bar remained in place between her knees. The Master kissed her forehead. “Good girl. Such a wonderful show you are giving the camera. One more for me now.” She could only moan, turning her head towards his voice. “Can you go up one more? We can get another out of her.”

CLICK

The suction began to hurt her sensitive tip and the pulsing became a strong vibration. She wanted to scream but the pain turned to such intense pleasure as the second orgasm filled her that Vicky couldn’t make a sound. Her body arched and jerked on the table. Her Master held her down firmly. She soon lay limp and spent.

The bar was removed and her legs taken from the stirrups. “You have a very healthy and vibrant slave there.” Dr. Mark said, slipping off his gloves and tossing them into the trash can. “I’ll get you a copy of the tape by the end of the week.”

“Excellent.”

 “We’re done. She can get dressed now if you like. If you want another appointment just give us a call and we’ll arrange something.”

“Thank you very much.”

“No problem.” The doctor left them alone.

Vicky trembled all over. “Master?”

“Right here. You did great.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He helped her get dressed. She was so weak and overwhelmed she could barely sit up. Her head was still buzzing and her cunt still leaked a faint trace of her own fluid when they finally left the building and headed to the car. Vicky climbed into the back seat placidly.

“How about some lunch now?”

“Okay.”

“You pick the place.”

“I don’t care, Sir. Any place is fine.” She was gazing out the window, still dazed and what had just happened.

“How about that Chinese place?”

“Okay.”

He glanced in the rear view mirror at her. “Tell your Master something, sweet one. Did you like what just happened to you in there?”

She was quiet but he saw her nod before she said anything. “Yes, Sir.” She

said it quietly and closed her eyes. A tear slid down her face. She didn’t know what was worse, enduring these things or admitting to him, and herself, that she actually enjoyed them. He’d done it again, made her submit to something she never, in a million years, would have told him she wanted. The Master knew his slave very well.

He grinned, “I’m glad, I enjoyed it a great deal too and tonight I’ll show you just how much. You made me very proud of you in there, very proud and pleased. All your naughtiness of the day has been totally forgiven.”

Hearing his pride in her, Vicky smiled weakly. “Thank you, Sir.”