2 comments/ 40946 views/ 2 favorites Sarah's Slavery: Preparations Ch. 01 By: buddhahat That the previous several months had been a series of "firsts" for sarah was a fact that she was only really starting to get her head wrapped around. That these firsts seemed to be part of a larger pattern and that the pattern indicated a trend toward something bigger was becoming clear to her now. At the moment sarah was busy attending to her strict grooming requirements as set forth by her Master. Although only Monday, James had given her instruction to make sure her legs and pubis were waxed smooth and that the little remaining pubic hair above her vulva was carefully manicured into the desired narrow strip. Monday was odd because usually this was an instruction given on a Thursday so that she would be ready for whatever her Master required of her Friday through Sunday. sarah reflected on how much parts of her life had changed since they had begun their mutual exploration of sexual dominance and submission; what had just been curious dabbling had morphed into a much more involved and nearly consuming escalation of pain, pleasure and sexual servitude. Her life with James was now comprised of a remarkable dichotomy between, for lack of a better distinction, "day" and "night." "Day" was more than just the daylight hours but included most of the work week as well; this was their" normal" life together. She, a thirtysomething petite Korean American and a successful professional holding a high-level corporate job. He an executive in a large company. They had a large circle of friends and acquaintances that had no idea of their "night" life and who they interacted with as any other couple might. "Night" was a different world that they inhabited together. "Night" was when sarah belonged to James completely to be used as he wished. What had been simply "fun" had evolved into a new way of being. sarah longed for the moments when she relinquished all control; ceded all responsibility for her actions to her Master. Yearned to be used as a slave and a slut. She feared those moments a little too, during the "day." Weekends were now often a mixture of these two states of being and sometimes the lines were privately blurred. Brunch with friends on Saturday morning might be completely normal with no aspects of their private lifestyle. Immediately following however, she might be instructed to remove her panties and bring them to James. Or she might be taken home and immediately told to strip to be spanked, whipped, cropped, paddled or otherwise punished for any variety of reasons. She now finds herself increasingly alternating between these extremes. She loved it. sarah had left work on this Monday to visit her waxing salon of choice for the hurriedly made appointment. Now, back in their apartment, she found that James was already home. Normally their greeting on a weeknight upon returning home from work was a kiss on the lips and perhaps a glass of wine but given the unusual timing of her day's task sarah felt it more appropriate to greet her Master instead of James: "Good evening, Sir." James smiled a knowing smile. "Come here and show me their work." "Master, you know I will be red still from the waxing..." "You'll be redder still if you don't come here and do as you're told." With that, sarah walked to the heavy wooden coffee table that had become the platform used now for her Master's inspection of her...and increasingly used for other activities as well. sarah began to remove her blouse as she was still in work clothes when her Master stopped her. "Just pull your slacks and panties down to your knees and kneel on the table," he ordered. sarah immediately complied, unbuttoning her suit pants and pushing both her panties and slacks down to her knees in one motion. She leaned forward onto the coffee table and lowered herself onto her elbows thus pushing her rear into the air. Her Master stood behind her and took a long look. He didn't touch her. From his vantage point, he would only see the smooth skin of her ass and her hairless vulva. He didn't say a word. sarah braced herself for what she guessed was coming next; a swat or two on her bare ass with his hand or perhaps a full on spanking. Or he may do something else to her...sarah became aroused thinking about her Master roughly taking her in this position; she not even undressed and still in her work clothes...on her hands and knees on a coffee table while it was still light outside...Master still in his suit...simply lowering his zipper and then taking his hard... "Very good. Get dressed." Snapped her out of her sexy musings. "Sir?" "You heard me. Get up. Now." She did so. "On Wednesday you will be going to this address on the Upper West Side at precisely 5 o'clock. It is a private clinic. Your blood and urine will be tested." "But why, Master? I'm perfectly fine..." "Yes, I know. That is precisely the point." "I understand." (she didn't really) "You will wear your 'street collar' and the dress I have put on the bed. No panties, of course." The 'street' collar was a fairly new addition to their world. A simple black choker, it was the public symbol for the real slave collar she often was to wear when in private. "Sir....will, uh,...you be there, Sir? Will...I...have to...do..anything else?" He gave her a long appraising look. "I will not be there. You will be required to do a great many additional things....soon....not at the clinic though. The doctor will examine you, however." A change in tone: "Now stop asking questions. I've already ordered dinner. Change out of those clothes. I'll open some wine." ------ 4:45pm on Wednesday and sarah was running late. She managed to find a taxi and was now crawling toward the address given to her by James. She was quite anxious about being late for her appointment though she didn't know why, exactly. Somehow she didn't want her tardiness to reflect poorly on her Master...such an odd thought process.... sarah told the driver to let her out 2 blocks short of her destination and she hurried up the sidewalk. Now that she was out of the car the summer breeze blew through the thin fabric of her dress and reminded her that she was completely nude underneath the cotton. She was at the address at 5pm on the dot. It looked like a private home but there was a discrete brass plate engraved with the name "Dr. William Harford." sarah rang the buzzer. The door was opened almost immediately by a woman who appeared to be about the same age as sarah herself. Slight Asian features, dark hair. She also wore a black choker on her neck. The woman simply said, "Please come in" and then moved to the side to let sarah pass. The woman quietly directed sarah to a small waiting room and asked her to sit. The woman disappeared behind a closed door. Silence. sarah noticed how the woman never made eye contact with her. Kept her eyes to a middle distance on the floor ahead. This attitude was very familiar to sarah.. The door opened and the woman reappeared. "Please come this way, the doctor will see you." sarah was led into an examination room and told by the woman to remove her clothes and lay on the exam table. "Is there a paper robe for me to use?" The woman just looked down at the ground and gently shook her head." Quickly, he will be here soon." was all she said and left, pulling the door closed behind her. Nervous and now slightly shaking, sarah pulled the dress over her head and folded it onto the chair. She then lay down onto the exam table her legs together and her arms across her breasts. The vinyl of the cushion on the table was cold. Thankfully the lighting in the room was indirect and warm. A lamp on a swivel floor stand was turned off. The door opened. A man, in his 50's, wearing a white coat entered. "Put your arms to your sides." the doctor said by way of greeting. sarah hesitated a fraction and then did as directed. The doctor switched on the floor lamp and directed the hard light onto sarah's body. The doctor moved the light along her body starting with her neck, his hands reached out and moved her head from side to side, and he leaned over to look at her at close range. sarah had no idea what he was looking at or for. The light and the doctor moved on...now her breasts. He cupped them, palpated them. He inspected the ring in her left nipple. He pinched both of her nipples and watched them respond. Then he moved on. "Spread your legs" sarah took a deep breath and then complied. He pushed her ankles back a little so her feet were flat on the table and also served to push her knees back and her legs wider open. The light shown on her privacy...she closed her eyes. sarah heard the doctor put on a rubber glove and then felt his hand on her vulva, now spreading her labia open. It wasn't like any gynecological exam she had ever had. It was professional yet vaguely sexual at the same time. His finger pushed into her vagina and she felt him probing, feeling the inside of her. The she felt him push in a second finger..this was completely out the realm of any kind of medical exam she had experienced. Now his fingers were removed. "Roll over." sarah groaned inwardly, wondering was to be done to her next. She rolled over and lay flat on her stomach. Arms to the side. Legs together. She felt the heat of the light travel along her body again from the neck down.She felt his hand on her buttocks, pushing on a tender area that was bruised from one her Master's recent punishments. His hand probed several other bruised areas. "Hands and knees. Ass in the air." Of course sarah complied. Hands spreading her open. Sound of glove. Feeling of a cold, lubed finger probing her rear. Pushing into her opening. She wanted to cry out from the humiliation. Finger warmer now as her own body warmed the lubricant. His finger sliding in and out of her, pushing on the sides of her opening, stretching her. Determining what? Finger out, glove off, light out. Hand resting on her nude left ass cheek. "I'm sorry that I will have to miss this one. But there will be other opportunities so never mind." "Miss Lin will draw blood and collect urine from you. You are not to come here again." A firm tap on her ass to make the point. The door opened and closed. Do I just wait here? Do I lay on my back again? As sarah contemplated these actions she heard the door open again and immediately smelled the light feminine scent of the woman who had led her into the office earlier. "Please put this back on" and her dress was handed to her. sarah put her dress back on. Miss Lin took her arm, swabbed the inner elbow and drew a vial of blood. Neat, efficient, silent. "Take this cup and go into the bathroom there. Replace the lid and leave the sample on the little shelf. I'll wait here then show you out." Specimen left behind, sarah was now back out on the sidewalk 45 minutes later wondering what had just transpired and wondering who these people were... ------ A week later James was holding an invitation card when sarah arrived home from work. The envelope only had his name on it; it had clearly been hand delivered. "We have plans on Saturday night." "Dinner with someone? Late notice isn't it?" sarah mischievously asked. "The notice is right on time. The question had been whether you were acceptable or not." James replied in his no-nonsense voice. Something to do with the strange clinic visit last week, perhaps? Since that day things had been quiet in their apt. While the previous weekend had involved a number of submissive sexual activities, they mainly involved sarah performing an extended amount of oral sex on her Master. He didn't spank her or punish her in any way. He was usually fairly rough with her sexually and on any given weekend may take her ass, her mouth or her pussy. Sometimes all three. Almost like she was being "rested" for something... the obvious conclusion was for Saturday. But what was Saturday? "I can see the wheels turning in that legal mind of yours. You probably have about 30% of it figured out but you don't know the big picture. You will in good time." "You will go the salon tomorrow at the usual time and have EVERYTHING waxed, understand? Completely bald. Also, I have business meetings in DC tomorrow and Friday. I'm leaving tonight and will be back on Saturday. I have left all the instructions you need for meeting me on Saturday." sarah now saw that a suitcase was in the hallway. "Before I go, however, I want to do something." With that he came to where sarah was standing and pulled her into his arms. Kissed her deeply on the mouth, his hands roaming her body. He pulled up her work skirt and began kneading her buttocks, his hand working it's way between her legs and pushing against her sex. sarah squirmed at his touch. Wanting to react. Wanting to *take him* yet wanting to be taken. He pushed her to one of the bar stools that ringed the kitchen counter and pushed her up onto it. He pushed her skirt over her hips and then pulled her panties off her legs. Heels still on. Gripped her under the knees and spread her legs. He leaned forward and buried his tongue into her heat. oh god, sarah gasped. James loved going down on her but it happened at rare intervals now...as most of their sex consisted of him dominating her in various ways... who was eating her right now? James? or her Master? His tongue pushed down to her ass and tasted her from bottom then up to her clit and back down. Over and over. She shivered and thought she might cum simply from the unexpectedness of it all...but it was not to be. As quickly as he started, James stopped. Mouth glistening from her heat, James said, "I want to remember your taste until I see you on Saturday." With that he picked up the suitcase and headed toward the door. He looked back, sarah still on the bar stool with her legs spread wide open: "*do not* touch yourself until I tell you to, clear?" "Yes, Sir." The door closed. ------- Next: Saturday