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.
"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.
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.
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
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?
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?
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?
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?"
"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.
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 and 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,