Reaching for my hand, Zack brought it to his lips and kissed my palm. He stroked it with his thumb. "Baby, this is it the next stage of your life. Take it, embrace it, be it." His other hand cupped my chin. "You are my last, Baby, my crowning glory. If I were twenty years younger I wouldn't be letting you go. Mistress Bergenia will be here to help you, but don't expect special treatment. You've learned a lot in the last two years, but you have far to go before you're the submissive I know you can be."
"Yes, Master," I said as he kissed my forehead.
"Come, Baby, let's go in."
I moved to get out of the car to come around to open his door, but the female door person was there already. Zack reached my side and attached the leash to my collar.
"Crawl, Baby." I dropped to all fours and crawled up the ramp to the interior of the house. The plush carpet was easy on my knees.
As we entered the foyer, a lady approached Zack and threw Her arms around him.
"It’s about time you got your ass back here you old goat," she said and she continued to hug him. "Your visits have gotten to be few and far between."
"I know, Bergenia, but health problems are the only things that have kept me from your side."
"Oh, don’t give me that line. It looks like this one," she placed her hand on top of my bowed head, "might have had something to do with it also."
"Yes, Baby has kept me very busy over the last two years." Zack, too, patted the top of my head as they continued to hold each other.
She stepped back from his embrace and he scooped me up into his arms and held me close, whispering, "Make me proud, Baby. Remember, you represent me here." With that his hand slipped to my collar.
Tears streamed down my face; I did not want him to take it off. I was his. I didn't want to leave him. As his collar was removed another took its place. He stepped back.
"Go with Janice, Baby. You have a bit of paper work to fill out as well as a physical. I won't let Zack leave before you have completed them. You'll see him before he goes." Handing me a tissue Mistress Bergenia finished with, "Now dry your eyes and take care of business. You don’t want Zack to think you don't wish to stay with us, do you?"
I looked at Zack, his eyes, too, were a little misty. I nodded and said, "No, ma’am, this is where I need to be."
Janice gave a slight tug on the leash and I followed her out of the room.
CHAPTER 15
I was led from the main office. Janice explained that the doctor would do a complete physical to make sure there was nothing that could potentially hurt me during my training. That was done after I finished up a bit of paper work.
As I crawled along next to her I looked about. The walls were dark wood inserts. We had gone about half way down the hall when Janice took me in to a small cubical that had a desk and chair. On the desk was a folder with my name on it. I sat in the chair and opened the folder. There were my medical records from Dr. Connie, and the x-ray of my mammogram.
"Baby, there's a questionnaire that also needs to be filled out. Please be as specific as possible. It's self-explanatory."
I pulled out the questionnaire, and found it to be similar to the ones I had seen in the Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns, ALT. com and even a little like Ms. Abernathy’s Training Workbook.
While I was reading over and answering the questions, Janice was getting out some cuffs and anklets. When I saw them a sensation started in my nether regions. I tried to concentrate on what I was filling out, but I seriously believed they had turned up the heat.
Janice’s short white nurse's top with thongs showed just enough to tease. She encircled my left wrist in the soft lambskin cuff and buckled it tight running her finger around the inside to make sure it wasn't cutting off my circulation. Moving around to the other side she had me stop writing and did the same to my right. She knelt in front of the desk and placed the new cuffs on my ankles. She made no move to caress me; it was all done with quiet professionalism.
I finished up the questionnaire and looked through the rest of my stack of papers. There was a consent form, and contract. Skimming over the legal jargon, it was a standard D/s contract:
I, ____________________
, am here of my own free will, and of sound mind and body, to learn the ways of BDSM. I am bound by the rules of the Academy and I will follow said rules…
I looked up at Janice.
"The rules are on the back of that affidavit."
I flipped it over, sure enough there they were.
Rules: no animals no children no cuts (accidents do happen) no burns no breathe play no smoking or drinking on the premises no other rules, but that of your assigned Dom/Dommie. Tell your Dom/Dommie the truth at all times, immediately.
Well that seemed simple enough. I flipped the page back over and finished reading. As I signed my name to the paper, Janice pulled the leash.
"Down, Baby. The doctor will see you now."
I went back to my knees and crawled out the door following close on her hells. We came to a frosted glass front door and entered a standard examining room. I was weighed and measured from head to toe. She checked my blood pressure and noted that in my folder.
She led me over to the table and told me to get on it, then put my feet in the stirrups and clipped the cuffs into them. Coming up to my head she attached my wrists together to a bar above my head. I thought that was a bit much for an exam, but, well hey, I guess it was a fantasy they liked to live.
The strap was laid across my midsection and cinched tight. I was immobile. I tried to shift under the strap, but it was not letting me move a hair's breath. I noticed the ceiling; it was mirrored. So were the walls except where the cabinet was.
Janice pulled up a tray table next to me and got out some sort of jelly and applied it in various places on my body, then little white discs with wires were placed on the jelly circles. I panicked. What were they thinking here? I wasn't into electricity play. This was too much.
Janice noticed my distress right away and asked, "Well, Baby?"
"I need to know what's happening here, please."
She giggled a little, and placed her hand on my shoulder. "I’m sorry, Baby, we're going to be running some stress tests on you – nothing that will hurt. We need to see what you are physically able to do. We monitor your responses in here so we can give your Dom/ Dommie an idea of your strong points and shortcomings."
With that said the door flew open and a man entered wearing a white lab coat, mussed salt and pepper head and a stethoscope. Picking up the file from the tray he plopped it down on my stomach and opened it and shuffled through the papers.
Janice finished attaching electrodes on two of my fingers then connected the ends to a monitor, just like a lie detector test.
"There's no faking it at ASS, Baby," the doctor said as he touched my chin. "Okay, let’s begin. Janice, is everything hooked up?"
"Yes, Sir".
"Alright, state your name please."
"Baby."
"Date of birth?"
"91358."
"Mother's maiden name?"
"MacKenzie."
Looking over at Janice the doctor asked, "How did her responses record?"
"Good Doctor."
"I see you just had a mammogram," he pat my chest, "good girl. Everything looks complete here, lets just have a look see for ourselves." He examined my neck, listened to my heart, and pressed around my abdomen. He re-examined my breasts for any unusual lumps.
He then put on rubber gloves and parted my labia and I found myself catching my breath. This was just an exam – I'd had plenty in my time, I shouldn't have felt so flushed.