"I don't know, Mistress."
"Hopefully, you learned that submission is something that is given; not taken from you. And that control can be achieved without the use of whips and chains."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."
The rest of the day continued to stretch and test Ann. She only once came close to using her safeword and that was early in the afternoon when Monique commanded Laura and her to have sex with each other to entertain her. She had never done that before and thought that it would be disgusting. But she persevered and received another intense orgasm. By mid afternoon, she found her face buried between Monique's thighs, pleasuring her mistress and silently proclaiming herself to be bisexual. When Steve got home in the late afternoon, Monique had her ride his massive shaft and there was not even a glimmer of resistance. She had completely surrendered herself to Monique.
At five thirty, Monique stopped the training and had Ann shower and prepare to go home. While she was showering, she tried to remember how many orgasms she had that day. It was hard to count, though. Did the first one of the day count as one or was it several climaxes? The same thing happened when she had Steve's cock deep within her with Monique and Laura as an audience. If she counted each of those as just one, then she climaxed five times. It was a highly successful day in her mind.
After Ann left, Monique thought back on the day. She would let Ann experience life as a dominant in the coming weeks but she was absolutely certain that Ann was a natural submissive. Ann thought about the day also as she drove home. It had been wicked and thrilling and humiliating and erotic. She had loved it. She could not imagine performing the dominant role and she considered calling Monique to rearrange to upcoming training to focus on her being a submissive.
Chapter 9
Trips to Brigitte's doctor were the only normal thing in Laura's life. Laura dressed like any other young mother and was always driven by Monique who looked like an equally normal looking housewife. Brigitte was declared healthy and progressing fine.
Trips to her own doctor, however, were anything but normal. Monique had selected a new doctor for her once she became owned. This doctor was in the Chambeaux circle of friends and attended most of their parties. She was also dominant, as was her nurse.
The doctor, Rebecca Claring, tested all of the partiers periodically to make sure that nobody introduced any diseases to the group. Presumably none of them had sex with anyone outside of the group but one could not be too safe about these things.
Monique always scheduled Laura's appointment for after hours and she was always the only patient in the clinic during her visits. Currently, she was bound by her wrists and dangling from the ceiling with her toes just off the ground. And currently, the doctor was conducting a breast exam on the dangling girl.
"Monique, have I ever told you that these are my favorite breasts in the world?" asked Becky as she squeezed and palpated the soft, warm mounds.
"Yes, you have told me that you like them," replied Monique. "I'll bet you say that to all of the slavegirls."
Laura blushed as, once again, she was being discussed and not included in the conversation as if she were an inanimate object. She was not sure why a breast exam was necessary on every single visit, especially since Monique brought her here every other month. She was sure that this was just one more use of her body.
Becky laughed. "I haven't, actually. But even if I had, this time I would be telling the truth. These are one of a kind… or two of a kind." She gave each breast a squeeze. "They honestly are the two most perfect breasts I have ever seen."
"Thank you," replied Monique with a smile. "I like them. And as I have told you many times before, you are welcome to borrow them any time you want."
"I should," nodded the doctor as she stretched a nipple away from Laura's chest, squeezing down the length of the elongated breast with her other hand. "I will… soon."
The breast exam ended and the nurse came over, attaching a spreader bar to Laura's ankles before extending it and locking it, leaving Laura's legs uncomfortably spread widely. Laura was then lifted to the sound of a motor whirring until her sex was at the level of the doctor's face.
Becky reached out and ran a finger along Laura's labia, holding her digit up to inspect it. "She's still lubricating nicely, I see."
"Constantly," agreed Monique. "She wakes up in the morning ready to serve and remains that way all day. It's' a precious gift to us."
The doctor reached out and grasped Laura's clit hood, pulling it up to expose the little pearl. "We had talked about removing this on a previous visit. Have you thought any more about that?"
"It stays," responded Monique. "I don't think that she can afford to be any more aroused than she already is. She is perfectly responsive to us."
Laura squirmed a little as the doctor's fingers touched her sex, sending unwanted thrills through her body. She listened to the exchange and breathed a sigh of relief at Monique's answer.
"I see what you mean," Becky said as she saw the squirming and noticed Laura's belly starting to quiver. "In a way, it's a shame that she is so easily aroused. She would look divine with her clit on display. Come, look at this."
Monique stepped closer and Laura glanced down to see the two fully clothed women leaning forward with their faces at the level of her hips and peering at the juncture of her thighs. The doctor's fingers kept hold of her little protective hood, occasionally brushing against her sex and sending more thrills through her body.
"I agree that she would look marvelous like that," said Monique. Becky had folded the hood away and was covering it with her finger. Laura's clit stood exposed and glistened with her dew. "But how would the poor girl function like that? I mean, even the slightest breeze would push her over the edge. As much as I would like it, I'm afraid it's out of the question."
"I understand," nodded Becky. "It's such a shame, though. She's all worked up right now. Do you mind if I push her over the edge so we can continue?"
"Go ahead," said Monique as she returned to her chair. The doctor leaned forward some more and placed her tongue over Laura's clit, holding it there motionless for a moment. The warm contact was almost enough to start the climax and she groaned. The doctor starting moving her tongue over the little nubbin and had only flicked it twice before Laura gasped. Her body tensed and a flush spread over her chest as she groaned loudly and then writhed some more. Becky kept up her assault, extending the orgasm until Laura was gasping for air. When Becky thought that Laura had climaxed enough to continue the exam, she stopped, leaving the writhing slavegirl dangling from the ceiling.
Rebecca gave the girl a chance to recover and then spun her around. The nice thing about having a dangling patient was that the doctor did not have to move around to gain access to whatever body part was going to be assessed. She just grasped the girl's calf and spun her around until Laura was facing away from her.
The nurse assisted at this point and stood in front of Laura, reaching around the captive girl. She grasped the shapely bottom cheeks and pried them apart for the doctor to inspect. She also availed herself of Laura's charms and scooped her tongue up between the dewy folds, starting Laura on another slow march toward a climax.
Laura felt a finger circling her little rosebud and stroking down the valley between her cheeks. It returned to her pucker and pressed on one side.
"Does that hurt?" the doctor asked.
Laura winced as she felt a slight jolt of pain. "A little bit, Mistress."