Pixie became aware of an itch on the side of her nose. She glanced as carefully as she could up at her Master to see if he was watching, hoping he might be busy and she could scratch her nose without his noticing. She was happy to see that he was quietly chatting with another Master and facing away from her. She wondered if anyone else would notice if she scratched her nose? If they did would they tell her Master? She quickly glanced, as carefully as possible, at the other two slaves. They were still kneeling perfectly still eyes looking at the rug. Pixie felt a bit bolder and looked towards the other two Masters. She didn’t look directly at them, just sort of raised her eyes only as much as necessary to see which way they faced. They weren’t looking her way either. Quickly and as subtly as possible she scratched her nose. Sighing inwardly with relief she went back to staring at the rug. It was beige with pink flowers and green leaves running on vines all over it.
Pixie’s left foot was going numb. “Drat!” She thought to herself, again glancing at the other two slaves. They were still in position like a pair of statues. She wondered how they did that. Pixie wiggled the toes on her left foot figuring it was between herself and the wall so no one would see. The tingling stopped but now she was totally losing her focus. Her mind was racing with questions.
How many slaves were here that she didn’t see? What time was Master’s appointment? Was there more than one doctor? If there was only one and there were two slaves in front of her how long would she be stuck in this position? How long would each of their appointments take? What were they each here for? What exactly was she here for?
Pixie”s began to rock back and forth slightly. It was a habit she had always had and something she did without realizing. If she hadn’t been lost in all her questions she would have remained focused and still. She also didn’t notice that her Master was standing in front of her glaring down at her. After a few minutes she did realize her mind had wandered and she shifted her focus back to the carpet. That’s when she realized her Master’s black shoes were standing on top of the flower she had been looking at right in front of her knees. Pixie froze. She stopped rocking. She wasn’t sure if she should look up at her Master, if he expected her to, or if she could get away with just behaving again and he would walk away. No such luck.
“Slave…is there a problem? Do you need to use the bathroom? Perhaps you are sitting on an ant hill? “
Pixie wished her Master hadn’t said the part about the ant hill. He knew her sense of humor and that it would make her smile and look up at him. She did so, even though she had a feeling he did it to trap her into misbehaving even more. Sure enough, when she met her Master’s eyes he did not look pleased. Still, as he had not told her specifically to speak, she knew enough not to answer, that the questions were rhetorical.
“ Slave turn and face the wall, head on the floor against the wall, ass up in the air, legs spread…now!”
Pixie quickly changed to the position her Master commanded. She knew that she had displeased him by making it look as though he hadn’t trained her properly. She was grateful however, in spite of the humiliation of the position because it allowed the blood to circulate better in her legs and feet plus she couldn’t rock in this position so even if she lost focus she was less likely to move without realizing it.
“Crack!” Pixie just barely stopped herself from yelping as Master’s belt hit her ass. Quickly she prepared herself for another, there was no way there would be only one. Sure enough it was followed by nine more. Each placed exactly where the first had been so rather than her entire ass burning with moderate pain shared by many nerve endings only a small line of nerves had to bare all the punishment and it burned as though she were sitting on a candle. Pixie heard her Master walk away. She made no sound and didn’t move a muscle. She used the pain as something to keep her focus on which was probably as Master had intended beyond her punishment.
Finally after what seemed like hours but may have been only half of one, Pixie heard the nurse call her Master’s name. He came and unhooked her leash, said nothing and led her on her hands and knees to the examining room. He handed her leash to the nurse who lead Pixie to a scale where she took her weight and height. Next she measured her above her breasts, under her breast, across the center of her breasts, the size of her areolas then the size of her erect nipples..diameter, circumference and height as well as the size of her areolas when the nipples were erect. Next she measured Pixie’s waist, abdomen, hips, thighs, knees calves, ankles and feet. The nurse measured the length of each thigh and calf. She measured the length of Pixie’s back from shoulders to waist and shoulders to just below her ass. She measured from her neck to her clit, waist to clit, breasts to clit and then the whole set again to her pussy. She measured the distance between her pussy and her asshole. Then she had her bend over, legs straight, head as close to her legs as possible and measured the distance from her collar to her pussy. So many crazy measurements that Pixie didn’t even bother to try and imagine their purpose. She was told to spread her legs as wide as she possibly could and then that distance was measures at her feet, calves and thighs. Then pixie was told to get on the examination table and put her feet in the stirrups.
Suddenly she felt the nurse start to suck her clit, hard. She sucked and sucked and it quickly went from pleasure to pain. The nurse stopped and took measurements of her clit as she had her nipples. When she was done she began to wrap restraints across Pixie”s shoulders just above her breasts , just below her breasts squeezing them tightly between, across her waist and hips, around each thigh, calf and ankle. Pixie’s leash was removed and her collar locked to a bolt in the table. She could not move, though she didn’t try , she knew she wasn’t supposed to but now she was concerned as to why they thought she might. The next thing she saw was the nurse attaching what looked like a test tube onto her left nipple. It had a small lever at the edge which when pushed to the side locked it onto her nipple. The same was done to the right nipple. Pixie could see long tubes connecting the pieces that were attached to her nipples. She then felt something similar placed on her clit. The nurse stood near her head so Pixie could see that she was squeezing a sort of pump in her hand. Soon Pixie felt her nipples and clit swell with the suction. At first it felt amazing but then it started to hurt. Pixie looked towards her Master. He smiled at her which told her he knew what was happening and it pleased him. This comforted her and she relaxed into the pain.
Pixie was one of those people who could get pleasure from pain. It had to be related to something sexual but once she accepted the pain and why she was feeling it she would become aroused. It still hurt but without the fear that one usually gets from pain and by not fighting it but seeing it as sexual…well it just changed. Pixie knew that pain, like every other thing in life was about perception. In order to be able to please her Master she had taught herself to perceive pain, at least when related to her Master, as pleasure. The effort made her head foggy, she relaxed more and more and became peaceful as though deep in meditation. In the state she could take anything her Master desired for her to endure.