Master takes slave Pixie to the Doctor by Fantasypixiesub..,
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.