18th Century Master Maid A Pain Slut
This story involves sex that is, in some ways, non-consensual. Our subject is happy, in the end (!) but it could easily have been otherwise, and in that case, the story would have described a serious crime and a horrific moral wrong. Please do NOT take this story as a guide or inspiration to do something like this in your own, very real, life. The story also involves BDSM; specifically: Pain as pleasure, bondage, domination, and humiliation. It also involves exhibitionism, group sex, anal penetration, and sex between people who have not taken the time required to really get to know each other, which is generally a very bad idea.
I see our subject as short, perhaps 5'2", with dark wavy hair, olive skin, and a very soft, curvy figure, just short of being overweight, but the story doesn’t specify, so you can see anything you like. The setting is the romance period, with a strong divide between the haves and the have nots. Lords and Ladies with servants, maids, footmen, etc… Consent was less considered then and this is a happy story in an unhappy time.
Poor Mary. How had she come to this? What had come over her, what had possessed her to choose to submit to the cruel bastard who had put her in this place?
Reality intruded on her thoughts and forced her to again suck her spit from around the ball gag and swallow. She could not drool! No, anything but that…
Her back and neck hurt almost as much as her back side and her… unmentionables. He would have called it her cunt, but she clung to the person she was before. The sweet and innocent girl who just wanted a little adventure, a bit of excitement. If only she had known!
But it was her private area that was of the most concern to her now. As each guest arrived, as the announcement bell was rung, the bell crank moved the shaft, sliding through the loops mounted to the ceiling, which ran between her legs, up inside her, stretching her to the point of cramps, and the pain was turning; turning oh so slowly. Just as He had said it would.
Her stomach quivered as the main hall door opened again. It was coming… oh please no, please let it be someone leaving and not another arrival. But it was not to be. The bell rang, “Announcing Lord Black and Lady Welt”; the shaft pushed back and forth into her most protected space and the shudders of pain turned again to pleasure. This time the shaft moved back and forth 5 times before stopping. She was getting wet. She was lubricating the shaft. Soon she would drip. She new it, and hated herself for it.
How much longer could they possibly not notice? How long before her tell-tale drops would alert someone?
She could hold her head up no longer. The pain was biting, sharp, and well past the ache of muscles that are merely sore. With a sigh she allowed her head to drop, and accepted the pressure of the second shaft against her rear as her hair, tied to a line leading to the other end of the shaft, pulled it forward. Desperately clenching her nether hole against the shaft head, she could provide only slight support for her aching neck. Soon the weight would be too much and she would lose her anal virginity just as she had lost her real virginity; to another of Masters hard unyielding shafts.
Gasp! His voice! Below her, He walked, greeting his guests. Now just beneath her, He turned to the crowd and in a loud voice said “Is it warm tonight? Shall I turn on the fans?” A general murmur of approval greeted His suggestion and He turned to a large knife switch on the wall, then looked up directly into her face and pulled it closed. His smile was burned into her mind by a sudden “smack” against her behind. Surprise and shock distorted her features as she twisted to see what had happened; and when she saw it, she began to cry.
Now she knew she was lost. She knew it because this latest indignity had been her undoing at their first meeting: The fans where run by belts reaching back and forth over the ceiling and in places along those belts, material hung down to form small leather paddles. One of them had smacked her when Master had started the fans. And then another and now another. She was being spanked. And it had been a simple spanking through which Master had found her out.
She had only wanted His attention; had only hoped to be noticed. She had worn her clothing looser, exposed more of her bosom, bent over in His view, tried to attract Him as some others did. But He had ignored her in a way that was completely infuriating to her. When one of the other girls had mentioned the spanking He had met out on a clumsy serving girl some time before, her mind went back to all those times her own dear father had laid a hand on her disobedient backside during her wilder youth and she had remembered, with a strange tingle, how much she had hated, yet enjoyed, the attention. Finally, when she could take it no longer, she purposely dropped a fine china plate right in front of Him, and froze, kneeling, heart pounding, waiting to see what He would do.
Again her memory was interrupted by reality. Another arrival, another announcement, 7 swings of the rod into her and her neck and bottom could take no more: The second shaft breached her behind and plunged into her darkest secret. The pain was hard to tell from pleasure and she gasped as much as she could around her gag.
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She was being penetrated between the legs in both her holes, one by the bell shaft, one by the shaft attached to the line leading up over a hook and down to her head, while being spanked by the fan belt paddles and gagged by the ball. How much more could she endure?
The next slap of the belt caused her to jerk and a single tear dropped from her face into the hat of a fine lady below. Saved from notice, she thought back to the moment of her first humiliation at Masters hands.
Strangely, He had not appeared angry at all. In fact He did not appear to be the least upset with the loss of the expensive china, and almost smiled as He looked down at her. “Follow me” He said quietly and then turned and walked towards His chambers. Her poor heart about to burst, she paused and then staggered to her feet and followed as best she could.
In His chamber, he sat on the padded bench by the foot of his fine large bed, a bed about which she had centered more than a few salacious thoughts, and motioned for her to come to Him. She moved quickly and kneeled at his feet. Taking her hand in His, He explained “you have cost Me, and must pay, or be released from My service; but the choice is yours: Will you go, or stay and accept what punishment I see fit?” Confused, frightened, and acutely aware that she had no place else to go to, she nodded her head and said “I accept your punishment, sir”
With that, He smiled, a slow and peaceful smile and spoke these words “you are very trusting to have accepted a punishment I had not yet detailed for you, and brave to accept any punishment from a master with the reputation that I know I have built.” Pointing behind her He said “Very well, go and lock the door and remain with Me here in My chamber. Remove your skirts and lay down over My knees.”
In the ceiling of the hall, her mind again snapped back to the world as the sting of another slap combined with the ringing of the bell to force her first orgasm. She mewed quietly into the gag as her body betrayed her and sent the first drops of wetness from between her legs running down her thighs toward her knees where it must eventually drip down onto the crowed below.
He had not spanked her at first, but had adjusted her position by touching her directly between the legs, pulling and pushing on her sex until she felt sure she would die from either the embarrassment or the excitement. The heat in her face and her belly was stunning. He stroked her hair, squeezed her bum as if gauging how hard to spank her, and He talked quietly to her all the while. “Is that the right place?” and “How hard must I spank you?” He asked. “What amount of punishment will serve your mind and body the most?” she heard Him say with out comprehending.
The first slap was not as bad as she had feared, leaving only a little sting where she had expected great pain. A smile of relief passed her lips. “No, that will not do” He said, and again put His strong hand between her legs. God, she thought, please save me, this man is going to drive me crazy before He actually spanks me. And then the next blow fell, a bit harder, but still not really hurting over the buzzing sensation she felt deep inside. Again, He “adjusted” her, causing her such feelings as to almost make her faint. Then “smack” a harder, yet somehow better, swat was landed on her backside. And so it went, until the feeling was so intense that she shuddered, cried out and felt a pleasure such as she had never known.
At that moment, she truly believed she had died and gone to heaven, for surely no earthly hand could move her so. And yet, when she opened her eyes, she was still over His knees, and now with a strange cool feeling between her legs where His hand was moving, probing, feeling; bringing her to another massive orgasum, and another, and…
Two arrivals in short order combined with the spanking and the jerking of her head and the shaft in her bottom had pressed her to another cum and now the wetness down her legs was sure to give her away for a slut, just as it had in Masters’ chamber on that first occasion. She sobbed; releasing tears that she knew would give her away. She held her eyes closed so as not to see the faces she knew must be looking up at her by now and remembered Masters words that first evening.
“You are a special one, my clumsily little pet. You can cum from pain. Your body responds in a rare and wonderful way and I will take great pleasure in it as time goes by. In fact, I believe you will serve us first in the coming ball. Yes, you will be held aloft in the ceiling of the great hall and spanked until you are wet like this for all my guests to see.”
His words had stabbed a blade of fear into her otherwise happy heart that night. She had heard of the great balls, but had never worked at one. That effort was always reserved for the older members of the staff. And though the other maids reassured her and did not appear concerned as the event approached, she could hardly stand to do her work. Of course, the increadible pleasure she felt when he took her to that special place that He said only a few can go made her want to stay forever, but in between those amazing session, her doubts returned. Only Masters hard but calming hand and shafts every evening and his demonstration of simple suspension systems provided lasting comfort. More than once, she considered running away, but decided to trust her Master and believe the maids who smiled and said “perhaps you will not be seen; you know, the guests almost never look up.”
A new sensation jerked her head back, running the anal shaft almost out, and then back in while the bell range loudly several and touched off yet another massive orgasm. When her spasms subsided, she heard her Master saying “Well done!” and the voices of the guests below agreeing and clapping. She opened her tear stained eyes to find that she was the centre of attention of the crowed below. Not a shocked and disgusted crowed of tightly clothed lords and ladies, but a crowed of smiling happy faces in which tight restrictive clothing was being shed as fast as the servants could help and naked skin was being touched, spanked, fucked and loved in every way possible.
The End
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My Chair
A friend of mine came to my house and after the grand tour asked me where I got “My Chair”, this is the story.
*Please note there is not a lot of sex in this story, there’s some almost sex near the end. On the up side there is great potential for sex because of this story. It’s a long story. Please leave your Constructive comments. I have posted a pick of the chair to aide in the fantasy process.
Let me tell you about my chair. It is not an antique chair, it is neither expensive nor ornate, it is just a chair. There is only one thing special about this chair and that thing is what this chair does to my imagination. In my mind it is my bondage chair. It is where my dark fantasies come to life; it’s my warmth when I’m alone at night. It is a special chair.
When I first saw my chair it was buried knee deep in on old estate my husband had purchased. The woman who had lived there was a serious packrat, keeping everything under the sun, (that includes the kitchen sink—I think there were 6 of those). Yes, I first spied this chair in a dark corner of a decaying front porch, cover with encyclopedias, 15 year old newspapers, cobwebs and rat crap. At first all I could make out through the gloom was a rounded piece of wicker barely peering over the rim of a fish bowl. Moving closer and donning my gloves, I began to clear away the debris. Finally after much peril and dangers untold, I unearthed it.
What a filthy, corroded, painted chipped mess she was. My husband deemed her trash; I told him I was keeping her. In my eyes she was beautiful, rounded curves, good height and nice arm rests. She was a 1960’s Wicker rocker, black with a swivel base. Her once fluffy cushions, now worthless, home to countless cockroaches, were trash– but it wasn’t the cushions I was interested in. Nope it was the frame. I wanted that frame.
Tossing the cushions aside, (OMG was that rat noises I hear? YUCK!), sending dust flying everywhere, I grasped the armrests and pulled. Hubby said he needed some air and went back outside. I pulled and pulled some more, it was not budging. What the hell was this thing bolted to the floor?
As a matter of fact it was, very curious to my perverted mind. Who would bolt down and old rocker? It wasn’t worth stealing, in my imagination, I could see the young hippie girl dressed in a peasant dress, with her long flowing hair, probably coming down from an LSD trip, blindfolded, straps holding her firmly to the chair and the bolts firmly holding the chair to the floor, but I digress.
I needed some tools! Going outside I locate my husband and ask for a wrench and a screwdriver. He looks up at me, like I’m speaking fluent Japanese, and of course wants to know what I need tools for after all I am a WOMAN. I roll my eyes at him and tell him I need them because someone bolted the chair to the floor. He, of course, doesn’t believe it and accompanies me back to the porch. He (being the macho man he is) grasps the arms and gives it the old college try—it doesn’t budge but a disk or 2 in his back does.
“What the hell?” he exclaimed.
I sighed," Told you it was bolted."
He gets exasperated easily, so the idea of him helping me is quickly abandoned, which is FINE by me. Alone again I begin to work on the bolts; they popped out easier than I had anticipated, thank God. Finally with last bolt removed I tried again to pull the chair, this time it moved right away sending me flying backwards on my ass. Guess it wasn’t that heavy!
You know how some people think that sunlight shows up every flaw? Well I find I must agree, for my chair looked like shit outside. Thick (really thick) cobwebs hung from her slats and a host of identifiable insects crawled out of her crevasses. Still it was nothing that some bleach, insect spray and a can of paint wouldn’t fix. Grabbing the garden hose I open the flow all the way blasting bugs and webs everywhere. Once that was complete a spray bottle filled with bleach (well – I am going to sit in it you know). After the bleaching, 3 cans of Combat bug spray, and then it was break time.
I call to my husband that its lunchtime and we dine in the yard out of our cooler. As we eat he asks me why I want this chair so bad, he doesn’t see anything spectacular about it. I am afraid to tell him why. So I tell him because I think it’s cool. He thinks I’m strange (HA if he only KNEW).
By the time we finish lunch the chair is dry enough to paint. Rummaging in the dilapidated shed behind the house, I find two newer cans of Almond colored spray paint. I would have preferred black since the chair was already black, but I’ll take what I can get and Almond is what I got.
Giddy, with unidentified, excitement I paint my chair. It takes both cans to cover all the black, but the effort was well worth it. Now my chair was very pretty (and insect free). Done with my project for the moment I hunt down hubby to see what he’s up to. I find him upstairs in the attic looking through old suitcase stuffed with books. I don’t mean just a few suitcases I mean 135 suitcases, PACKED with books. All kinds of books, big ones, little one, fat ones, and thin ones, hard back, paperback, first editions, last editions. Books, books and more books. Did I mention this old lady had some books? Jesus!
“I’ve about had my fill for the day Hon, how ‘bout we call it quitting time and head home?” He asks me.
“Sounds great to me, don’t for get we need to get my chair in the van.” I reply.
“Chair, Chair, Chair. Christ Cat are you obsessed or something?”
“Yeah, or something, can we get it in the van?”
Loading the chair was no problem after all it was light and almost completely dry.
The ride home was silent. He was probably thinking about work and making profits and I was thinking about my chair and the kinky fun I could have with it. Pulling up our drive he asked me where I plan on putting the chair. Upstairs of course I tell him. I’m getting rid of that recliner, I never really liked it. I know he doesn’t really care where I put the chair as long as he doesn’t have to carry it. He helps me get it out of the van then abandons me for a hot bath.
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There are 13 stairs leading to the top floor of my house. Yep counted each as I huffed that chair up them. Reaching the landing a song comes to my mind, ‘At last, my love has come along, my lonely days are over and life is like a song.’ Yeah, I know I really do need to get out more often! But my chair was home, and to me it was Christmastime in the city!
Dear me, first we have a recliner to deal with, and deal with it I did. Pulling the throw pillows from it I push it to the top of my staircase lay it down gently on it’s back and shove. What a racket it makes sliding down the stairs.
My husband bolts from the bath naked dripping and shriveled, “What in the Sam hell was that?? Are you alright?”
After several assurances that I am ok and showing him the recliner at the bottom of the stairs (surprisingly still in one piece) he retreats back to his bath. Now it is just the chair and I. (Now I will have you my pretty.)
I drag her into position, stuff a pillow in her seat, and plant my sweet ass right smack dab in the middle.
I slip into dream land. My private land: a land filled with sighs, moans, pants, chains, ropes, gags, blindfolds, dark alleys, forbidden passageways, screams, passions, commands, strong fearless men and chairs…
Ah what a splendid place to be….oh so yummy….
Ah I’m going off again aren’t I, so sorry. Let’s get back on track; I’m sitting in my newly acquired chair dreaming as I wait for my turn to bathe…ah sigh…Drifting…chair…
I’m sorry I just can’t seem to stay focused. I was waiting for the bathroom and the next thing I know is the room is dark. I am in my chair and I am naked. It feels weird to me to be naked in this room as I am usually only naked in bed. I wonder where you are for all I hear is silence. I try to raise myself but am stopped by a hand on my shoulder. Started I give a small shout, reaching for the hand; another hand clamps itself across my lips. Naturally both of my hands now go to my mouth where they are grasped at the wrist. I hear a growl in my ear-no words just noise – but I know what it means and I won’t move. I am not afraid, I know it is you, but aroused and curious about what you are intending. Some of my curiosity was vanquished when I hear the clicking of handcuffs. Now I knew we’d be having fun.
Still holding both my hands you place the cuff around one wrist and draw it above my head to the back of the chair. You slip the open end around the sturdy wicker frame and insert my other wrist into the remaining cuff. Now I am at your mercy, and I love it. I love it that you want me this way. Now I feel myself getting wet. Hardly ever am I naked and bound before you. Still standing behind me you slip a blindfold over my eyes and turn on the lights. I gasp knowing I cannot see you but you can see all of me. Now I fidget, trying the cuffs and checking the play. There’s not much. I hear you growl again in my ear, goose bumps form all over me and my nipples get hard. A moan escapes my own lips as my head blindly turns looking for you, seeking your lips, your tongue, any part you will give me.
You walk in front of me and nudge my knees apart, I feel you stroke my thighs and my legs, which have minds of their own, fall open wide. Lifting my legs up you put them on the seat of my chair occupying the space that my thighs formally possessed. Gently you secure first one ankle then the other to the base of the arm rests, but you are not finished yet, taking my knees you loop rope around them and secure them to the back sides of the chair. Now I am very exposed and pretty secure. My breathing is heavy in anticipation; my mind is going a mile a minute. Never ever have you tied me so secure, augh , so open. I am embarrassed I know you can see all my flaws. I am so fucking horny cause I know that you did this to me. You wanted me this way. Naked. Bound.
You saw inside my mind as to the truth of this old chair and you did not run…
You gently stroke my face, my mouth finding your palm laps at it, bites at your finger tips; you know I want to fuck you NOW! I feel you push something against my mouth at first I think it is your cock but then I realize you have gotten my old thin braided leather belt and are using it to gag me! OMG, I gush fluid, my pussy is now dripping and you haven’t really touched me sexually yet!
You tie it behind my head and to the back of the chair, stripping more freedom from me. I moan uncontrollably trying to shake my head, over whelmed by these feeling you have forced upon me. You pet the top of my head and whisper in my ear, “I love you. I think you are beautiful.’'
I hear you walk away and rummage through a drawer for something. You return to me and I sense you bending over me leaning over the side of the chair, you are fully clothed I note, you mess with something located on the wall near the floor. When I hear the steady hum I know what you’ve done. You got that big ass super vibrator and plugged it in the wall! You bastard you know what that thing does to me. A melted mess in minutes! Oh God Oh God. You turn it off, I’m sure you can see me relax. The relaxation is short lived. You lay the vibe of death on my chair facing my wet exposed pussy and push it towards me till contact is achieved. I am beginning to protest as best I can, moaning and trying to wiggle. You slap my thigh lightly and tie the vibe to the slats running under my chair. Kissing my mouth around the gag you flip the switch.
There are no that I can find that describe what I felt at that moment, I was helpless, blinded, you took my voice and I loved it. I loved it .
I tried to fight the vibrations by they were undeniable, unrelenting, unstoppable. The orgasms were undeniable, unrelenting and unstoppable. I orgasmed a river, then an ocean… All you did is watch, do you like watching me? Do you like watching me come over and over until I beg for mercy? Do you? I’d like it if you did.
How did you figure out my fantasy, to be forced to cum, to be your sex toy, to be tied in this chair? In the distance I hear you speaking, “I think I see the great unseen potential in this chair”
“Cat! Hey Cat! Earth to Cat, I’m out of the bath you can get in now.”
So that’s my story. I didn’t have to bathe I’d tell you more. I know it’s not fair to be all tied up in knots and left seating in your chair, but I really must go. If you really want the very end you’ll just have to let me know.
The End
Camping
The firelight was dancing over them as she lay snuggled up between his legs, listening to the crackling of the logs. The only other thing she could hear was the sound of his breathing.
He reached down and caressed her cheek; she leaned into his hand.
‘Bed?’ His voice was soft. She sat up and turned to him, nodding sleepily. ‘I’ll be there in a minute.’ She leaned into him and kissed him, melting in his arms as the feeling of his lips on hers took over her senses. He broke the kiss and she stood and moved towards the tent.
As she bent down to undo the zip she heard him behind her and suddenly his hands were gripping her hips and pulling her back against him. As she straightened, his hand came up to her face and clamped over her mouth. She let out a whimper as his other arm tightened around her chest.
He didn’t say a word as he pulled her away from the tent, away from the light of the fire, in amongst the nearby trees.
He let go and then her hands were pulled behind her back and she felt a rope slipped over them, then tied about her wrists.
‘What…’ A gag over her mouth silenced her nervous question, and was quickly followed by a blindfold. Her body was quivering in the silence as her hands were untied and then pulled above her head and tied to an overhanging tree branch.
The gag muffled her sob as first one ankle then the other was pulled roughly to one side and each tied to a tree. Still he said nothing.
As quickly as it had happened, he turned a walked back towards the campsite, leaving her tied spread eagle between the trees, tears slowly making their under the blindfold as her juices began to soak into her panties.
Minutes later, hours to her, the sound of footsteps on the leaves and branches made her body tense. He didn’t say a word as he took hold of her shirt and cut from top to bottom with his hunting knife. One sleeve, then the next, then he pulled the garment away and threw it to the ground.
She shivered at the touch of cold steel as he trailed the knife down her neck, between her breasts, and then cut her bra from her. She jumped at the sound of the knife dropping between her legs to embed itself in the ground, and then squirmed as her took hold of her breasts, her nipples already hard in the cool air.
His breath was warm on her neck as he leaned in against her, squeezing her breasts as his teeth took her. She let out a little cry as he bit and sucked, leaving his mark.
He stood back to admire his work for a moment, before grabbing the knife, and, taking hold of the waistband of her jeans, he cut through the denim and her panties at once, down one leg, then the other.
She shivered, now completely naked, unable to see or beg him to stop.
Now free, her juices began to trickle down the inside of her legs.
He stepped around her, and she heard the sound of snapping twigs. She barely had time to register the rushing noise as a thin stick stung a line across her ass. She whimpered at the sound again as her whipped her mercilessly, until she was red raw and sobbing through the gag.
Suddenly she felt something hard pressing against her wet lips, pushing them apart, seeking her tight hole.
As dripping as she was, he had no trouble sliding the handle of the hunting knife inside her, the noises she was making as he did so turning him on.
She began to moan as he fucked her with the knife, her hips moving to try to take it all.
Seeing how wet she was for him, he could no long wait and, dropping the knife to ground once more, he removed his clothing.
She heard his clothes dropping to the ground and realizing what was to come, began to the get wetter.
He positioned himself behind her, one hand pulling her back into him as his other hand guided his hard throbbing cock between her legs to her waiting pussy.
She moaned loudly as he slipped inside her, filling her, and once more her sunk his teeth into her, biting her shoulder as he reached around to pinch her clit. He began thrusting in and out of her, then slammed his entire length into her and growled ‘Come for me my pet’.
She screamed as her orgasm took her, her clit exploding beneath his fingers, wave after wave of pleasure as he began thrusting hard again.
He gave no indication as he came inside her, and then pulled out. She gasped as her pussy was left with nothing but their mingled cums leaking down her legs.
He undid one of her hands, placed the knife in it, then left her to release herself.
Still shaking from her orgasm, it took her a few moments to cut through her bonds, and she flopped onto her pile of clothing to compose herself.
Gathering everything up, she made her way quietly back to camp and cleaned herself up. She undid the zip of the tent and crawled inside, zipping the flap back up.
He was in bed, lying on his side. She slipped in next to him and snuggled into his back. He rolled over and took her into his arms.
‘Thank you Master,’ she whispered.
‘You’re welcome my pet.’
The End
Getting The Giggles
I was the only person left in the dentist’s waiting room. The last appointment of the day I guessed. I had already leafed through most of the dog-eared magazines that were strewn about the coffee table. I’d been nervous enough as it was, without this dreadful waiting, the delays, waiting for my name to be called. This was my first appointment since moving out on my own. I’d recently acquired a nice little flat right in the centre of town - handy for shops, restaurants etc.
There was no avoiding it - my regular six-monthly check-up was already two months overdue. After scanning the yellow pages for a local practice, I had finally settled on a certain Dr Joanne Smiley, D.D.S. She was the only female dentist in the area, and ever since my last one, a right ’lech’ by the name of Phil McCavity, had taken the liberty of feeling my boobs on the pretence of wiping me down, I felt I just couldn’t trust male dentists anymore.
The surgery door opened and a petite lady, no more than five feet tall, poked her head through and looked around. The tag on her nurse’s tunic said ‘Karen’.
“Doctor Smiley will see you now, Miss Pickles.” The brunette smiled. Oh well, at least they seemed friendly here.
I put the fashion magazine back on the table and smoothed my white cotton skirt. I took a deep breath and followed Karen into the operating room, thinking how nicely her black seamed stockings contrasted to her crisp, clean white nurse’s attire.
She showed me to the reclining chair and asked me to sit and make myself comfortable. I lay back and luxuriated on the cool leather, which felt sticky against my lightly perspiring wrists. My God, why did I get so nervous about dentists? It was only going to be a simple check-up and I rarely had to have anything done, anyway. All my family had been blessed with good teeth, but I still felt uneasy whenever I had an appointment.
I noticed Karen looking at my legs. It seemed my skirt had ridden up quite a long way and this was amusing her.
“Oh dear, that always happens,” she giggled. “Here, let me sort you out.” She tugged the hem of my skirt back down again, smoothing it down over my thighs. As she did this my body responded with a start.
“Oops! Sorry. You’re not ticklish by any chance, are you?”
“Very,” I replied, maintaining a breezy attitude.
“Good,” Karen smiled. “That’s something, anyway.” She allowed her eyes to roam over my body.
“I’ll just pop next door and let Doctor Smiley know you’re ready for her.”
Did I detect just a hint of mischief in those big brown eyes? And what about that strange remark – ‘That’s something, anyway?’
Karen disappeared through a side door, leaving it slightly ajar. Almost immediately I heard laughing and another female voice - Dr Smiley, I presumed.
I looked around me. The room was much like any other dentist’s I supposed. The smell of mouthwash, various surgical instruments scattered on trays to the side of me, the big elbow-jointed spotlight above me radiating heat. I felt a bit hot myself. Probably just my nerves, I supposed.
I had on my high-collared work blouse, very conservative. I felt a bit constrained by it and knowing I was in a man-free environment, loosened the top two buttons. A waft of cool air from the open window gently played across the tops of my breasts making me feel a little better.
There was more giggling and hushed talk from the other room, the two different female voices alternating with each other. Then suddenly there was raucous laughter followed by tittering again. What the hell were they talking about? Although the door had been left slightly ajar, I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. At least the atmosphere here seemed pleasant enough. I began to relax.
It was then that I noticed something strange about the chair I was in. There appeared to be some extra bits attached to it. I studied the attachments on the arms of the chair that were right in line with my wrists. They appeared to be like short, semi-circular pieces of tubing, rather like steel collars, which were pivoted and out-turned at right-angles to the arm.
A fantastic thought then occurred to me.
I imagined that these things, these ‘collars’ as it were, could be swivelled back in line with the arm of the chair and would then fit neatly over a person’s wrist, like a clamp…Hey, what if..? Could they possibly be..?
My God, that was exactly what they were - a pair of clamps to lock your wrists in place and hold you down while Joanne Smiley went about her work? Surely she wasn’t so clumsy she had to clamp you down? Just how painful was this check-up going to be? My imagination began to run riot as panic returned. God, I was so fickle. Calm down, Polly – for heaven’s sake – you’re being irrational as usual – in this case, probably more so.
I remembered one time when I was a young girl my dentist had touched a nerve with his prodding-thing and I had nearly hit the ceiling. Perhaps these extra fittings were just a precaution to stop people fidgeting about when she was doing something tricky; or from jumping out of your skin perhaps, if she happened to touch a nerve.
I had heard a story about a patient at my old practice who lashed out and struck her dentist in the face when his drill had slipped. I suddenly felt a twinge in one of my back teeth. Ouch!
I heard more laughter next door and began to wonder if they had forgotten about me. It was then that I noticed that there was also a pair of similar clamps, only larger in diameter, at the foot of my chair, just about where my ankles were. Surely not… My heart began pounding again and I felt a bead of sweat trickle down from my forehead. I supposed patients sometimes kicked out as well. Well, they did - didn’t they..?
At last the door opened. Karen was followed in by a tall young woman. She looked ravishing, even in her white working tunic. Her thick red hair was gathered into a long ponytail.
“Hi, Polly, I’m Dr Smiley, er…Joanne.” She was smiling in a relaxed, friendly way, but with a suggestion of playfulness. There was no indication as to what the two women had found so amusing while they had been next door, but I felt certain some kind of collusion was going on between them.
“Hello,” I said. “I thought you had forgotten about me.”
“Oh no, we wouldn’t do that; would we Karen?” Joanne said, glancing across at her assistant. I wasn’t certain, but I thought I saw them exchange a wink.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “But I’m a bag of nerves when it comes to dentists.”
“There’s no need to worry,” said Joanne. “I’m very gentle - we both are, and anyway, judging by your treatment record, you’re teeth are pretty much A1. I see that you’ve only ever had three fillings in your life, the last one was er…let me see…” She picked up my treatment card again and glanced at it. “Mmm, there you go – four years ago. That’s amazing.”
“Even so…”
“Relax, I’m only going to have a quick look around.”
Joanne laid her hand on my arm and squeezed gently. Or did I imagine it?
“We’re great believers in mixing business with pleasure, aren’t we, Karen.”
“Oh, I should say so. We find it helps the medicine go down. We always say, a happy patient is - a satisfied patient!”
“I must say you all seem very nice.”
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“We like to think so,” said Joanne. “You’ll find us very ‘user-friendly’ here.
“That’s what I was hoping. I’m new to the area and still trying to settle in – find my way around.”
“You’ll soon do that. We’re a happy bunch.”
Joanne began preparing some instruments while Karen busied herself with some filing – patients’ records no doubt. “Now Karen here, she’s just plain crazy, a right chatterbox. I sometimes wonder how we get any work done at all. And of course, there’s Daisy on reception. She’s such a sweet old lady. And she’s so with-it. Loves her crosswords, bless her.”
“Yes, I’d heard that you’re an all-female practice. That’s what appealed to me. I had a rather unpleasant experience with a male dentist once.”
“Oh, don’t tell me – the old ‘wandering hand’ trouble was it?
“Actually, yes. How did you know?”
“I’ve met a few myself - at Dentists Training College – they could never keep their hands to themselves. They all seem to think they’re God’s gift. What did you do – knee him in the balls?”
Joanne chuckled and looked at Karen who laughed. I was starting to feel better again.
“Oh no, nothing like that. I gave him a piece of my mind though.”
“Good girl. Now, open wide. Let’s have a look at the crown jewels.”
Joanne adjusted the lamp and I focused on her ‘prodder’. It sparkled in the light as she homed in on my mouth. Then I looked into her eyes as she concentrated on the inspection. They were a beautiful sea-green colour, flecked with brown. A strange feeling washed over me. Her pure skin looked untouched by sunlight, but she had a warm glow of youthful vitality in her cheeks. I became fascinated by the way the tip of her tongue poked out between her lips while she concentrated. It made me feel all tingly.
She started poking around, saying, “Mmm, that looks fine…that one’s okay…uh-hmm…mmm…Oh, hang on - what have we here..?”
“Oh no…What?”
“Well, I must say I’m surprised - a couple of little cavities on the upper deck. I can take care of them right now if you’d like.”
Oh, horror of horrors. That’s all I need. “Er…well, I could make another appointment, if you like.”
“It’s no trouble, Polly. It really won’t take a moment. Best to get it all done in one visit. Save you a journey.”
“I don’t mind coming back, honest.”
What a coward I was. I even started to get up but Joanne pushed me back down again, gently but firmly. Karen assisted by holding my ankles down. This was the most unusual treatment I had ever experienced. Joanne, keeping one hand firmly on my shoulder, moved behind me and got something.
“Don’t worry, Polly, I specialise in painless dentistry. In fact, I don’t even use injections.”
I saw Karen step on something on the floor and heard a little click, like something snapping into place. She let go of my ankles but I couldn’t move them… or my arms, for that matter. It was then that I realised she’d just operated the gadgets on the chair and clamped me down. Those metal collars had snapped into position over my wrists and ankles. I was now their prisoner. I felt my eyes widen with terror and the next thing I knew, Joanne was holding a small plastic mask over my mouth. I felt myself begin panic, my breath coming in quick, little gasps. Those masks are so claustrophobic. I really hate them.
“No,” I yelled in terror, my voice muted inside the plastic cup of the mask. “I don’t want to - What are you doing?”
“Don’t struggle. You’re not going anywhere, I’m just going to give you a whiff of gas. That should get rid of your nerves and you’ll feel better. In fact you’ll probably feel a little giggly.”
Very comforting, I thought, hyperventilating inside the mask.
“The clamps are for your own protection as well as ours,” said Karen, removing my shoes.
“I’m just going to elevate your legs a little,” said Joanne, “to increase the flow of blood to your head. That will enable the gas to take effect faster.”
The chair’s electric motor whirred and I felt myself being tipped at an angle, so that my head was lower than my feet. I could feel my skirt riding up again. I heard Joanne flick a switch and almost immediately heard a slight hissing sound. I began to feel light-headed. I was way past caring about the amount of leg I was showing. Well, we were all girls together, weren’t we? Do you know, I was beginning to feel quite carefree. Hey, this gas stuff was great. I was feeling kind of happy. What was happening to my super-sensitive nerves?
Looking down as best I could, I saw that my hem was well above mid-thigh by now, partly exposing the white cotton bikini briefs I had on. I saw Karen reach for my hem and I assumed she was going to restore my dignity like before. But I was mistaken. She simply raised it a bit more and passed her hand lightly across the insides of my thighs. My legs jerked involuntarily at her touch. I couldn’t help it, but I started giggling, just like Joanne had suggested. I felt all squiffy and rather silly, but I didn’t care any longer.
“I told you she was ticklish, Jo,” Karen said, her eyes bright with mischief.
Joanne removed the mask from my face and smiled at me. “I think that’s enough funny air, don’t you? How do you feel now?”
I was still giggling, but I didn’t know what at. But I managed to say, “I feel all drunk…hee-hee…You’ve got me all merry and silly…ha-ha…you naughty pair.”
“Good. Now, how about a bit of fun, Miss Pickles? Shall we see just how ticklish she really is, Karen.”
“What a good idea,” Karen replied.
Then I remembered why I was here. “Wh-what about…tee-hee…my fillings?”
“What fillings?” Joanne teased. “Your teeth are perfect. I was only kidding you. I’ve never seen such a beautiful set.”
I laughed raucously.
“We’ve obviously got her in the right mood, Karen,” said Joanne, “so let’s get to work. Give Daisy a call, no point in her hanging around. Tell her she can go home early. We can manage now.”
“I like Daisy…ha-ha-ha,” I garbled. “She’s such a sweet lady – good at crosswords…”
Karen took her hand off my thigh and went to the desk and picked up the phone to talk to Daisy. Dr Smiley meanwhile, was undoing the rest of my blouse buttons.
“I wonder how much tickling she can really stand?” Joanne said, pulling my blouse away from my shoulders. “This is always the best bit - not knowing how they’re going to take it. Better close the window, Karen. I think it’s going to get quite noisy in here very soon. We don’t want people outside to get the wrong impression, do we? We are a dentist’s after all – even if it is an unusually happy one.”
You know, something - at that particular moment in time I found it pretty hard to disagree with Dr Joanne Smiley and her little minx of an assistant.
The End
A Stake for the Slayer
19 year old Chandra walked through the dark graveyard. Even though it was a warm summer night, she shivered. She had always hated graveyards. In the past 2 years that she had been a vampire slayer, she had gotten used to spending her nights in them, but she still didn’t like them.
Chandra had lost count of the number of vampires she had sent to the hereafter over the past two years. Tonight though, she was after a bigger prize. She had gotten a tip that Drake, the lord and master of the vampires was in the graveyard looking for her. She knew this was her one chance to stop his reign of terror.
Chandra suddenly stopped walking as she turned her head listening to the stillness of the night. Her slender body was tensed; her dishwater blonde hair resting in waves around her shoulders as her ice blue eyes scanned the darkness. She heard a twig break and turned in that direction but couldn’t see anything even thought it was a clear night.
“I know you’re here Drake.” She called into the darkness as she moved slowly forward again while raising the stake she held in her hand. “I was told you were looking for me. Well here I am. Show yourself.”
“Gladly…” A deep voice hissed from behind her.
Chandra started to turn when suddenly she was knocked onto her stomach on the ground. The stake was knocked out of her hand as Drake pinned her body to the ground with his.
“Ah slayers, my favorite meal.” He growled as he pulled her hair off her neck to expose her flesh to his gaze.
“Get off of me.” She screamed clawing at the grass as she tried to move out from under him.
Drake held her easily beneath him. He let her struggle to get away but knew that this slayer wasn’t going to escape him. He had waited to long to taste her blood.
“Oh I don’t think so my sweet.” he growled as he lowered his upper body down over her struggling one and licked at her bare neck. His fangs brushed against her flesh.
Chandra shivered in fear. She knew she was about to die. There was no way she could overpower him with his weight pressing her down into the grass. “Please.” She said softly struggling under him once more as she clawed at the soft ground trying to free herself.
Drake ran his tongue over her flesh once more then was about to sink his fangs into her flesh when he felt her ass wiggle against his cock. While she was struggling, he felt her ass press tightly against him. He felt his 13 inch cock start to rise in his cape.
“Oh second thought,” He growled, “maybe I won’t kill you yet.”
Chandra froze at his words. “What are you going to do?” She asked hating herself for the tremor in her voice.
Drake sat up over her as he lowered his groin against her legs, trapping them effectively beneath him. He held Chandra’s upper body against the ground with one hand as he ran one razor sharp nail over the back of her jeans.
Chandra gasped and started struggling harder when she felt the back of her jeans rip. “What are you doing?” She cried clawing at the soft ground even as she felt Drake rip the back of her pants completely open.
“Noooo…” She screamed when she felt his nail rake through her panties until her ass was bare to his gaze.
Drake wrapped his hand around the bottom of the hole he had made in her clothes then lifted his body just enough to let her slide forward a bit while he ripped her clothes more until her pussy was open to his gaze. When she felt him lift off her body, she slid forward a bit and heard the material rip. “Nooooooooo…” She screamed again when he had once more immobilized her with his body. “If you want to kill me, then kill me, but not that.” She cried.
Drake chuckled as he held her against the ground. “Hm…But I haven’t had a slayer to fuck in a long time.” He let one of his long slender fingers move down between her legs.
Chandra tried to force her legs closed but Drake held them open with his weight. She was whimpering with fear as he held her.
“Please, anything but that.” She begged as she felt him slide a long finger inside her.
Drake pushed his finger deep inside her body. When he didn’t feel a blockage, he smiled, his fangs sparkling in the moonlight. “What’s the matter Chandra?” He asked slowly moving his finger in and out of her as he lowered his body down over her struggling one.
Chandra whimpered as pleasure coursed through her. “Please, not that.” She begged again as she felt a second finger slide into her depths. She tried to fight the sensations that were coursing through her as he slowly fingered her pussy.
“Please…” She begged lowering her head against the soft ground as her body pressed back against him of its own accord.
“Please what my sweet?” he asked against her ear, as he let a fang brush against her flesh. “Make you cum? I would love to.”
“Nooooooooo…Please don’t make me cum.” She screamed clawing at the ground again even as his fingers drove faster inside her.
Chandra cried against the ground although whether it was in pleasure or fear, Drake wasn’t sure. She was moaning and crying out as she slammed her body back against his flying hand. “Oh, agh, no, don’t make me cum.” She cried against the ground even as her body betrayed her mind.
Drake chuckled as he slid his hand under her upper body and ripped her tank top from her, so her bare breasts rested against the soft ground.
“Nooooooooo…” She screamed feeling the material rip from her body. She lifted up enough to wrap her arms across her chest as she continued to feel him plow his fingers inside her.
Drake laid down completely over her while he continued to bring her body to life. “You are mine slayer; you may as well enjoy it.” He growled against her ear as he pulled her hand away and grabbed her bare breast squeezing it roughly.
“Please, don’t do this to me.” Chandra cried trying to pull his hand away.
Her only response was for him to slide yet another finger inside her and move them furiously in and out. “OH fuck, agh, no, I’m going to cum.” She screamed trying to pull her body away from him.
Drake chuckled as he let one long finger brush down over her clit. “Cum for me little slayer. I want you to cum for me.” He ran his nail lightly over her clit and heard her scream out.
“No. Oh god, I can’t hold it, I’m cummmmiiiiinnnnngggg…” She shoved her body tight against his thrusting fingers as she coated his hand.
“Mmmmmmm…Yummy.” He growled lifting up as he kept his hand moving inside her. He kept her on the edge for a while then slowly let her cum back to earth.
Chandra laid there panting as he pulled his fingers from her body. “Mmmmm, slayer juices, yum.” he smirked bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them.
She turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were still glazed from the orgasm she had, but her voice was bitter. “Why don’t you just kill me and be done with it? Why torture me?”
Drake smiled down at her then moved off of her body. When she tried to scramble away, he pushed her over until she was flat on her back and once again covered her body with his own. “Would you rather I just kill you my sweet?” He asked licking at her lips as he ripped her shirt completely from her body.
Chandra felt the material pull away but instead of fighting, she just closed her eyes. When she felt his hand reach for her pants though, she looked at him. “Please, no more.” She cried as he ripped her pants open then threw the material away until she was laying on what was left of her clothes.
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