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STORY.48
The Master Chris Collection
INTERVIEW FOR THE "CLINIC"
__________________________
Cynthia was in the shower when the phone rang. "Hello?",
she asked.
"Hi. It's me, Chris. Are you ready for an adventure?"
Cynthia's breathing quickened right away. Underneath the
towel she had thrown around herself, she felt her long, thick
nipples stiffen.
"Mmmmm, sure."
"Good. A taxi will be in front of your apartment in
exactly 30 minutes. The driver will take you where you're
supposed to go."
"But what should I wear? What's going to happen?", asked
Cynthia but the line was already dead. Hurriedly Cynthia got
herself ready. Five more minutes in the bathroom and another
five with a blow dryer and she was ready to get dressed. 'What
am I supposed to wear?', she wondered. Each "adventure" of her
boyfriend had resulted in something new. Most often, she had
been told precisely how to prepare. "Master" Chris usually
insisted on no panties or bra and light or revealing clothing.
Each time the instructions had been exact except this time. Did
that mean that she was to wear the same thing or did it mean
that she wasn't? Cynthia looked over her wardrobe and settled on
a compromise.
Since the weather was warm, she picked her light yellow
sundress which was backless. She knew that Chris loved it. The
sundress precluded a bra so that question was settled but after
some deliberation, she decided on panties. Rummaging through her
drawer she found the ones she wanted. White lace with high
french cut legs. Cynthia's pubic hair was light and blond just
as she was and, since she had been shaved only a couple of
months ago, she was sparsely covered. Cynthia looked herself
over in the full length mirror. "Not bad.", she said. Just
looking at her made her even more excited. She had been so busy
getting ready that she hadn't even looked at the time. Now she
realized that if she didn't hurry downstairs, she would be late!
Grabbing her purse and slipping into her white high heels, she
ran for the elevator. As the doors opened on the first floor,
she saw the yellow cab pull up in front of the building. Before
she had even really thought about what was going to happen
tonight she was safely sitting in the back of the cab.
"Good evening Miss.", said the cab driver.
"Hello."
Cynthia paused for a long moment then asked the question
that she had been trying to think about for the last 30 minutes.
"Can you tell me where we're going?" The cab driver seemed not
to hear her. Instead he reached down and held a white large
envelope over his shoulder to her.
"Please read this Miss."
Cynthia opened the envelope slowly. The anticipation of
the "adventure" was becoming more and more exciting. She took a
deep breath and looked inside the package. Pulling out the
contents, Cynthia discovered a letter, a page with questions and
answer blanks on it and a felt tipped pen. The driver reached up
and turned on the dome light so that she could read. Cynthia
started with the letter.
Dear Cynthia,
I know that you'll be wondering by now what is about to
happen. Don't worry, you're in good hands. The driver
knows exactly where you are going and will bring you there
safely. Your drive will be approximately 20 minutes and
will bring you to an office building in the suburbs. During
the ride you are to complete the accompanying questionnaire
and to obey all instructions of the driver. When you arrive
at the office building, go inside and take the elevator to
the forth floor. You are expected in room 441. When you
enter, you will be told what to do. If you obey all of you
instructions, you will have an evening of unequaled
pleasure.
Have fun!
Master Chris
Cynthia's heart was pounding by the time she finished
the short note. What was awaiting her in room 441? Would she
have to expose herself and her submission in front of other
people? She had been asked to do so in the past and the
experience had been at once humiliating and intensely exciting.
Cynthia put aside the letter and looked at the questionnaire.
The questions were multiple choice and the answers simply had to
be ticked off with the pen at the right. Altogether there were
only a dozen questions.
1. Are you wearing a dress? Yes/No
2. Are you wearing pants? Yes/No
3. Are you wearing a blouse? Yes/No
4. Are you wearing a skirt? Yes/No
5. Are you wearing a bra? Yes/No
6. Are you wearing panties? Yes/No
7. Are you wearing pantyhose? Yes/No
8. Are you wearing stockings? Yes/No
9. What kind of shoes are you wearing?
Running shoes
High Heels
Flats
Sandals
Other
10. Is your pubic hair completely shaved? Yes/No
11. When were you last spanked or paddled?
Less than a week ago
Less than a month ago
Less than six months ago
Less then a year ago
12. Are you wearing a butt plug or vibrator or do you
have any foreign objects in your vagina or anus?
Yes/No
13. When did you last masturbate? Less than a day ago
Less than a week ago
Less than a month ago
Less then six months ago
14. Are you submissive? Yes/No
15. Will you follow all of the instructions given to you?
Yes/No
Cynthia blushed as she read some of the questions. They
were questions that she had never answered for anyone but her
"Master" before. Realizing that time was moving by very quickly,
however, she quickly circled her answers and then stuffed the
questionnaire back into the envelope. She finished just in time
because a moment later, the taxi stopped outside a low office
building that looked closed for the night.
"Here's your stop Miss."
"Are you sure it's open? It sure looks dark."
The driver chuckled. "The front door will be open. Have
you completed your questionnaire?"
Cynthia nodded.
"OK then, off you go. All you have to do is follow
instructions. Cynthia got out of the cab and a moment later it
was gone, leaving her alone in front of the dark building. A
cool breeze gently blew across her legs and for the first time,
Cynthia realized that the excitement was a real turn on.
Clutching her envelope to her chest she tentatively walked to
the front door.
Half expecting it to be closed, she pushed at the glass
door and to her surprise found herself inside the office lobby.
The main lights were off but the night lighting was more than
sufficient for her to find her way to the elevators one of which
was waiting. The ride to the forth floor seemed to take a long
time but the walk from the elevator to room 441 was even longer.
Now, nervously, Cynthia found herself standing in front of the
office door, holding her questionnaire and wondering what
awaited her within. Her palms were sweaty and her breath shallow
as she tentatively turned the door knob and entered.Inside the
door was a regular office lobby and facing her was a reception
desk. Unlike the rest of the building, the office was completely
lit and behind the desk was a pretty secretary about 20 years
old. "Good evening." said the girl. "Do you have your
questionnaire with you?"
Cynthia blushed as she nodded. Here was a girl easily
five years younger and Cynthia was disconcerted to realize that
the girl knew that she was submissive. The receptionist held out
her hand for the envelope and reluctantly, Cynthia turned it
over. To Cynthia's further embarrassment, the young girl opened
the envelope and read over Cynthia's answers before looking up.
When she did so there was a small smile on her face.
"You can wait over there." she said, "You'll be called
in shortly.
Cynthia sat down on one of the waiting room chairs and
waited as the girl got up and went into the office area. It was
almost five minutes before she returned but it seemed like five
hours to Cynthia. Finally the girl came back.
"Follow me."
Without even thinking, Cynthia was on her feet and
following the pretty brunette. The girl's short skirt showed off
her legs nicely and Cynthia wondered if she too was submissive.
The girl stopped outside the door labeled 'conference room' and
turned to Cynthia.
"When you go inside, stay standing until you're told to
move elsewhere. Are you excited?"
Cynthia nodded her head.
"Good. Me too. Have fun!", whispered the girl then she
leaned forward and opened the door.
Cynthia felt her hand at the small of her back
propelling her into the room before closing the door quickly
behind her. Cynthia looked around the room. It was only half lit
and had been arranged in a sort of tribunal style. Behind a wide
table were several people that Cynthia couldn't make out very
well. Just in front of the table was a circle of light.
"Good evening Cynthia. Move forward into the light
please.", said a deep male voice that Cynthia did not know.
Slowly, in a shuffling step, Cynthia did as she was
told. Now in the light, it was virtually impossible to recognize
anyone. The best she could do was to see five shapes sitting on
the other side of the table. Was her Master here? She didn't
even know.
"We'll be getting started right away Cynthia. You have
been brought here by your Master to be evaluated. Should your
evaluation go well, you will be entering a Clinic or Spa of
sorts where the next phase of your training as a submissive will
take place. Would that excite you?"
"Yes.", whispered the young blond.
She could almost here the man smile at her answer.
"Remove your shoes Cynthia."
Quickly, Cynthia leaned down to pull them from her
leaving her barefoot on the carpet.
"Very well then now please remove your dress. Cynthia
gasped.
She looked around her, hoping that there might be a
place she could undress in privacy and thus retain at least a
bit of modesty but there was none. Cynthia's fingers trembled as
she reached for the straps of the dress. Slowly, as though to
postpone her exposure for as long as possible, she pulled the
straps down her arms and then, with only her arm holding the
dress up on her breasts, she finally let go. The light cotton
dress fluttered to her ankles ending up in a pool there. The
young blond was now left wearing only the thin lace panties she
had put on earlier. Cynthia's hands automatically went to cover
her breasts.
"Hands behind your head please." said a new voice, this
one female.
Cynthia slowly clasped her hands behind her head,
thrusting her breasts forward for inspection. Despite herself,
her nipples stiffened until the dark brown nubs were sticking
out almost 3/4 of an inch. Cynthia's nipples had been an
embarrassment for her since she was in high school. They were
not only the longest nipples of any woman she had ever met, they
were thick and mostly, they were very dark. Whenever Cynthia
wore a light colored blouse, the dark circles of her nipples
always showed through even if she wore a bra (which was rare).
When her nipples got hard, as they were now, they were the most
prominent part of her body.
"Have you ever had clips attached to your nipples
Cynthia?" asked a new male voice.
"Yes." answered the girl in a voice just above a whisper.
"Are your nipples sensitive? Have you ever had an orgasm
just by touching them?" asked another of her inquisitors.
The questioning went on for several minutes. Finally,
the questioners seemed satisfied.
"Very well Cynthia." said the first voice.
"Please remove your panties now."
Cynthia had almost forgotten that she was still covered.
The new instruction had her blush for about the hundredth time
that evening. Cynthia hooked her thumbs in the thin lace panties
and started to pull them down. She hesitated a long moment with
the panties just at the top of her sparsely covered pussy
feeling the eyes of her inquisitors looking on intensely.
Finally, as though making a decision with herself, she pulled
the panties down and off of her body.
"Hands back behind your head." said the woman.
Cynthia dutifully followed her instructions. Over the
next ten minutes, Cynthia was asked detailed questions about her
sex life and about every intimate thing she had ever done
sexually. The questions did not leave out the B&D aspect of her
life and she was obliged not only to describe what she liked and
what had been done to her but she was made to turn and show the
faint marks on her bottom of her last paddling as well as
holding her inner pussy lips open to show all of herself.
Finally, she was left to stand in her exposing position.
Behind her, Cynthia heard the door to the office open
and someone walk in. Cynthia turned her head and saw the young
receptionist wheeling in a contraption that Cynthia had never
seen before. The leather and metal device looked like something
from Nautilus but Cynthia had an idea that it was designed for
something quite different. The girl led the now naked blond over
to the device and had her stand with her belly pressed up
against a leather pad. Cynthia's hands were attached to the
device with velcro straps that had her arms stretched forward on
either side of the pad. Behind her the girl touched a button and
suddenly the entire device came alive! The pad against which
Cynthia was pushed was tilting forward from the vertical to a 45
degree angle. Cynthia's straps pulled her forward, firmly
attached to the straps. The device stopped and now Cynthia felt
her knees being pulled apart to be attached to other parts of
the machine.
A moment later, the leather pad tilted forward again to
about 20 degrees. Now the entire pad with Cynthia suspended upon
it began to rise slowly until it was about three feet above the
floor. The girl touched another button and Cynthia felt her
knees being bent and then slowly pulled wider and wider apart
until she was completely spread open. Now the lower part of the
pad that Cynthia was suspended on folded away leaving only a two
foot section supporting Cynthia's stomach and chest. The upper
part of the pad that Cynthia's breasts were pressed into was
also folded back allowing her firm breasts to hang free.
Cynthia's forehead was resting on a well placed leather pad.
The device finally stopped its movement and Cynthia
realized that not only was she helplessly bound to the
diabolical device but that she had never been so opened and
exposed. Her pussy and anus were completely open and available
and her breasts were now hanging freely below her tipped by the
still erect nipples. The girl left Cynthia there for a couple of
minutes letting her savor her position. Behind her, Cynthia felt
the members of the "Tribunal" moving closer to exam their
victim. After several embarrassing minutes had passed Cynthia
heard the voice of the woman examiner."Lubricate her."
The touch of the young girl's finger came a moment later
as she slid a coolly lubricated finger deep into Cynthia's tight
anus. Cynthia pulled at her bonds but there was no possibility
of escaping her predicament. The lubrication continued for
several minutes until Cynthia was panting with excitement. The
delicate fingers of the girl were removed to be replaced by the
touch of what Cynthia knew must be a rectal plug. Sure enough
the plug was firmly pressed into Cynthia's rectum until only the
"T" handle was showing. Now Cynthia felt more hands touching her
breasts. The long thick nipples that had advertised her lust
were pulled and pinched by the strange hands as Cynthia got
wetter and wetter.
"Look at that", exclaimed the woman, "She's soaking wet."
A moment later, Cynthia felt the warm breath of the
woman on her pussy and then, to Cynthia's surprise, the woman's
tongue suddenly slid warm and wet across Cynthia's pussy lips
and clitoris. Cynthia cried out at the exquisite sensation. The
woman was an expert and although Cynthia was certain that she
was about to come, the woman kept her on the edge for ages.
Finally the insistent tongue stopped as did the fingers at her
breasts.
Cynthia was left for a moment before feeling the sharp
pinch of a nipple clip being attached to her oversensitive right
nipple. Cynthia whimpered that it hurt but her pleas were
unheard as the left nipple was also pinched by the metal device.
Cynthia involuntarily clenched her ass at the sensation and was
rewarded by the unyielding presence of the rectal plug. Cynthia
heard the whistle of the paddle a moment before she felt the
searing heat in her left buttock. Before she could gasp a
lungfull of air to cry out the leather covered paddle had fallen
again, this time on the right buttock. Cynthia's over sensitized
body felt the paddle as though it was made of molten metal and
she cried out in shock at the sensation.
By the tenth stroke, she was breathing in short ragged
gasps. The inquisitor who was punishing her paused for a moment
and once again, Cynthia felt a warm breath underneath her pussy.
The sound and the touch of the tip of a vibrator against the
entrance to her pussy came a moment before the spanking resumed
as the paddle slammed into the naked girl's bottom. The vibrator
was slid deeply into Cynthia's now soaked pussy. Cynthia didn't
know whether to cry out with pleasure or pain and for a moment
the two seemed not so different. Several smacks later, the
vibrator was now firmly lodged in her and Cynthia knew she was
close to an orgasm.
The touch of a hot tongue on the tip of her clitoris was
enough to send Cynthia over the edge. With the leather paddle
still descending in a rapid tattoo on her bottom, Cynthia cried
out again and again, pulling desperately at her bonds as the
waves of orgasm racked her body. Finally, it was over, and the
spanking stopped also. Cynthia was left for several minutes to
recover before the strange device moved again setting Cynthia
back on the ground. The young receptionist had to help her to
stand because her knees were so shaky from the incredible
experience. Cynthia was shocked to find that the receptionist
was also completely naked. The two girls turned to face the
table again. It was the voice of Cynthia's Master who addressed
them.
"You are both deemed ready to continue your training if
you are still interested. The training 'Clinic' will demand a
week of your time and I warn you, once you arrive at the Clinic,
you will not be permitted to leave until the week is over and
your training is complete. Do you want to go?"
The two girls looked at each other for a moment before
giving their answer in unison,
"Yes!"
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