****** The Examination by ClairMatin@aol.com ******
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The Examination


She stumbled slightly as he led her, blindfolded, down what seemed to be a long
corridor. It was late evening; and since she'd been blindfolded since he'd
picked her up about thirty minutes earlier, she had no idea where she was or
where they were going.

She was already naked. She had been allowed only shoes and her coat when they'd
left the house, and these had been removed after they'd entered the building.
Were there people about? Was she being filmed on some security camera? She put
the questions out of her mind and followed her Master...the possessor of the
slave she had so willingly become at his hand.

Her other senses failed to provide clues to their whereabouts. No sound was
heard, save that of his footsteps down the cold hard floor. There was nothing
to taste, except for the lingering flavor of his sweet kiss as he helped her
from the car and clasped her leash. Her heart was racing, and it took a bit
before the scent registered....the unforgettable smell of hospital antiseptic.

Her mind reeled as she instinctively knew this was the scene he had described
so long ago, when his web of enslavement had just begun to capture her. What
was it.... she struggled to recall the details.... gynecological table...
spotlight... strapped... speculum.... several others examining her.... a moan
escaped her lips and she felt her soul begin to quake.

He traced a finger lightly up and down her spine and said, "Ah you remember,
don't you. I wondered if you might. "

He bade her stop. She heard a door open, and the tug on her leash was his
silent command to enter.

She entered slowly, mustering grace and pride with every step. He was sharing
her with others, putting her on display as he had told her he would; and she
was determined to perform admirably. Steady hands guided her onto the
examination table and deftly affixed the leather straps around her body to
entrap her. Her body leapt as his fingers gently grazed her tender nipple, and
she heard him chuckle softly to himself. He restrained her hands above her
head, and told her to keep her hands unclenched, palms open.

Her ass, still pink and stinging from the earlier spanking, balanced
precariously at the end of the table. He guided her feet into the stirrups and
pressed her knees far apart, to expose her fully to his gaze. His fingers
slightly stroked her inner lips... up one side and down the other, stopping to
tug at each delicately adorned piercing he had placed there, to lock her for
himself, or to hold her open and ready for him, at his whim.

He pinched her clit as he slid the cold speculum deep inside her, opening it
wider, wider, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the first urging
build from her slave-soul.

"Oh, no, not yet. You wouldn't want to deprive our guests of seeing you in your
passions, would you? You wouldn't want them to miss a single moment of your
exam, now would you slut?"

"No, Master," she replied, her voice quavering from passion, excitement and
fear.

"Good. Very good. I will tell you explicitly when you are to cum. As always,
you are forbidden until that time. You will not move a muscle as you are being
examined. And you are not permitted to make a sound until I allow your release.
Do you understand?"

She nodded her head and offered a silent prayer that she would perform to his
expectations. Her desire to please him burned to her soul, and she would not
deny him this tonight.

She sensed him moving away, and heard a loud click echo through the room. She
felt the warmth, and knew that the spotlight illuminated every fold, every
crevice of her exposed body. Motion in the room, and low murmurings, told her
that the audience was entering and taking their places around the table. Her
eyes closed, even though blindfolded, and she readied herself to accept
whatever lay before her.

She heard him speak to the assemblage. "My friends, I offer this gift to you,
and ask you to share in this service I require from my slave. Examine her at
your leisure... probe her and test her limits as you will, within the bounds
that were included in your invitation for this evening's festivities. She is
not to make a sound.. and until I permit it, she is not to allow herself that
ultimate physical pleasure that I know she already longs for. I have denied
that, and she will obey that command. However," and she could almost see his
eyes twinkle at the next words, "I would anticipate that you all will do your
utmost to test her resolve."

There was silence .. and she waited, motionless, fighting against the passion
that was already welling inside her. The first touch brought the stinging bites
of two sets of clamps applied to her moist inner cunt lips, pulled tight and
looped around her widespread thighs, to open her yet further to the gaze of
onlookers. Her head spun as she accustomed herself to the exquisite torture as
spears of pain shot through her nether region, and she fought against the cry
that threatened to escape her.

"My, my," her Master's voice resounded through the room. "Look at that... she
seems to be enjoying this. She seems to be getting... wetter. Come look. Don't
you just love how much you can see with a speculum and light? Imagine that. I
wonder how wet she will be before we are done."

Chuckles and giggles from around the room helped her gauge that perhaps ten
others were in the room. Ten people. Ten. Ten people, staring at her exposed
cunt.

Two fingers... with long fingernails... pulled back the hood that protected her
sweet clit. She nearly fainted as she felt the clamp nestle around her there,
to hold her hood back to fully expose her. Her body, so sensitive and so
wanting, threatened to betray her, and she struggled against succumbing to the
pain that enveloped her.

Their timing was impeccable. They seemed to know exactly when she was able to
tolerate the next touch, the next pleasure, the next torture. No sooner had she
successfully resisted this latest onslaught, that two mouths found their way to
her breasts. One mouth was rough, biting, tearing and tugging at tender
nipples. The other was gentle, teasing, toying, flicking the tip in erotic
temptation. One possessed the breast with strong fingers, grasping and twisting
it, and one used soft featherlight, gentle caresses around the base to mark
their claim on her body. The duet continued... sometimes alternating their
ministrations ... sometimes in harmony... unceasing until she was mindless with
desire.

The human touches were replaced with the bites of clothespins...encircling only
her left breast, starting at the base and slowly, agonizingly slowly, wending
their way up the quivering mound, but stopping just short of the tender peak
that ached for sensation. The right breast throbbed with a jealous need for
attention that did not come.

She heard a deep, throaty laugh and felt the tickling caress of... her mind
struggled to identify the sensation...a paint brush? Yes, that was it.. a paint
brush, guided by a skilled artist, using her right nipple as its canvas. She
was lulled into a sense of peace, until she felt a mysterious cold, then
searing heat from deep inside her nipple that somehow set both breasts aflame.
Then, and only then, did her mind register the scent of the ointment that her
Master used for muscle aches. The flaming heat coursed through her

They stopped abruptly and withdrew, leaving her aching for stimulation to
balance the conflict they had caused in her mind. She felt her ass cheeks being
parted. Something pressed against her, probing her and defying resistance. It
was hard... unyielding... large... as demanding as the hand that drove it deep
into her, twisting and turning it as it disappeared inside.

She felt the speculum being opened wider, pressing against the plug that
claimed her, and she bit the inside of her cheek to still her screaming need to
climax. Moments later, the removal of the speculum did nothing to still her
need. It only heightened her silent screams to be taken, to be filled, to be
used as she was meant to be used.

Her cunt began to constrict uncontrollably to fill the absence. The motion
spilled her sweet nectar onto the examination table, and the brush of hair
against her thighs told her that it would soon be lapped up and savored by
another of her assailants. The tongue, moving agonizingly slowly, followed a
single path, from her ass. Teeth tugged at the piercings, one by one, and then
ventured to the tip of her clit. There it rested for a heartbeat, and then
reversed its course. Again and again the tongue demanded the sweet taste,
lapping, dipping to drink from her, swirling and darting, urging her to body to
betray her Master's training. Lips closed around the clit and sucked it
rhythmically, coaxing her on and on. Teeth replaced the lips, and she swooned
at the bite. She began to lose herself. And then.. abruptly.. her assailant
withdrew.. and there was nothing..

She lay there, she knew not how long, held captive by the straps, clothespins,
clamps and plug, but with no other stimulation. A resounding utter silence
filled the room. There was no motion, no human touch. She wondered if she had
lost consciousness and had been abandoned by her tormentors. Panic arose in her
and fear replaced all other emotion and sensation.

The interminable sense of aloneness was shattered as she heard the unmistakable
slicing of air, then felt searing stings of three crops, placed skillfully and
simultaneously on the tip of each sensitive nipple and her exposed clit. The
symphony of pain consumed her body; and through her haze, she heard her
Master's softly spoken, "Now."

Crescendos of pain washed through her over and over, and she felt her mind
withdrawing to that place that only submissives find. She was aware of
everything and nothing. She was both numb and overwhelmed with sensation. She
wanted the torture to stop and to continue. She knew only the need to please
her cherished Master. Her body was wracked with crushing, pain-driven, endless
waves of orgasm that consumed her, and she lost herself in the white blackness
of ecstasy.

Again and again the crops struck their targets, and again and again she was
carried beyond reality into the world of the lost. She knew not how many times
she felt the crops' caresses.. she knew not how long she remained there,
suspended beyond the world.. she cared for nothing but pleasing her Master by
delivering herself to him.

She floated there, only vaguely aware of the voices of approval as they
congratulated Master on his skill in training. Her mind reeled as the throbbing
pain resumed as the clamps were removed from her cunt, but no sound escaped her
lips. She came again as the plug was removed and the soothing balm was applied
to her bruised nipples and clit.

She heard the door being opened, footsteps crossing the floor and moving into
the hallway, and knew she was again alone with her Master. She could sense him,
smell him in the room, and knew that she would soon learn whether she had
performed to his expectations.

Fingers loosened the straps that held her to the table, and soft gentle kisses
brushed the tears from her face. He held her close, murmured words of comfort
in her ear, spoke of his pride in her and the joy she brought him.

She was fulfilled beyond comprehension. She was owned. And he was pleased.

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