Jenna lay spread eagled on the hospital bed in the cool, quiet room and tried to compose her racing mind.
“This is what you wanted,” she reminded herself as she made an effort not to whimper, the only sound she could make through the ball gag she was wearing. She had been ordered to silence, and her stinging backside reminded her to comply with his orders – all of them. Her naked form was stretched out helplessly on the hospital mattress. The restraints on her wrists and ankles were unlike any other bondage restraints. They held her firmly in place without making the slightest mark on her arms. She fought back panic as she gasped in air and tried desperately to calm her pounding heart.
“This guy is serious,” Jenna thought as her large frightened eyes gazed around the room. The large basement room had no windows, and was neat and organized. It was half hospital, half torture chamber. Large shiny metal hooks were drilled deeply into the floor joists of the unfinished ceiling. Against one wall was a large leather-covered device that looked a lot like a home gym, except the contraption contained several places where cuffs could be attached or where a head, wrists, or ankles could be inserted so the victim could be immobilized. Against another wall was a long counter with kitchen cabinets and a sink. She could only guess what those cabinets contained. Whips, paddles, and floggers were hung neatly against another wall. There was a large rolling medical cart, draped now in blue sheets just like it was in an operating room. Like the cabinets, the cart hid its various instruments of torture.
Jenna heard his footsteps on the basement stairs and quickly straightened her head. She wanted to appear just as he’d left her an hour ago. She had no desire to repeat the correction she’d received earlier while she was restrained over the flogging bench.
He opened the door and walked over to her.
“Ah, sweetie, how are you?” he asked, his eyes roaming over her helpless naked body. It had been years since the doctor had had a slave, but in the six months since his divorce, he decided to make himself happy and find someone who could be trained to crave the lifestyle as much as he did. At 19, Jenna fit his requirements almost perfectly. A college freshman, on her own for the first time, the young woman needed someone to look after her as she lived in the big city by herself.
Jenna did not move her head but her large blue eyes sought out his. Coming alongside the table, he reached out and stroked her soft bond hair.
“Now sweetie, everything will be fine. Don’t you worry, we won’t do anything together that you can’t handle. Under my training you will be able to handle more every time we are together. Do you understand?” Her eyes never left his as she nodded yes.
“Good,” he replied as he allowed his hands to roam over her soft flesh. Jenna fought hard to remain perfectly still as he had instructed her earlier when she had been strapped to the flogging bench. She wondered if all her lessons would be taught in such a fashion. She felt him move his hands gently from her face, her collar bones, around her full uplifted breasts. “Relax sweetie, that’s it,” his voice crooned as he took some time to caress his slave. She would be writhing in pain soon enough, he thought.
Jenna’s nipples hardened under his touch and gaze, and she felt the strange mixture of humiliation and pleasure for the second time that day.
Earlier the doctor had introduced her to the basement room, and to his rules for her. She was made to strip in front of him and then stand still as he inspected her. She had moved away as his hands tried to fondle her pussy, and for that she had been strapped to the bench and flogged. Her entire pussy and ass region had been exposed to him, but as he explained, he was a gentle but demanding Master, and she would not receive any sexual release from him until she proved that she could follow the rules. He beat her rounded ass checks until they were bright red as she writhed helplessly and alternated between screams and begs. Between beating sessions, he would allow her to calm down, and then he reviewed his rules.
For this reason, Jenna now held herself perfectly still and did not let a single sound come out of her throat. She was wearing the ball gag to help her remember this. She could make noise only in pain or pleasure, but never to complain or deny her Master access. Likewise, she was wearing restraints to remind her that her body belonged to Master and that she was not to move except in pain or pleasure.
He stroked the soft warm skin of her abdomen and ribs lightly, knowing that she was ticklish. She drew in a large breath sharply but did not move away from his hand.
“Very good, sweetie, you learn quickly. I think before this night is over you shall earn a reward from me.” He bent over and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
Jenna continued to feel the mix of humiliation and pleasure. She was learning that she feared yet loved the attention of the doctor, a man nearing sixty. She gazed up at his fit 6’5” frame, now bent slightly over her body as he continued to caress her. His hair was silvery at the temples and he was still dressed in the crisp shirt, tie, and creased trousers that he wore each day to his office and the hospital. Her first impression when she had seen him in his office was that he was a handsome and powerful man.
She had met him in the emergency room when her friend had to have stitches on her forehead as a result of a baseball accident. He had released the friend and had given Jenna strict instructions for care of her friend. At the end of his list of medical instructions, which Jenna was dutifully noting down, he grasped her chin and raised her eyes to his, asking “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, and you’ll do what I say, won’t you?” Her eyes locked onto his as she said, “Yes doctor.” The next week she had accompanied her friend to his luxurious office to have the stitches removed, and as the nurse was finishing up, he took Jenna to his office under the pretext of getting more supplies for upcoming bandage changes. Closing the door, he tipped her head up, bent over, and kissed her passionately on the lips, feeling her stiffen and then submit to his demands.
Jenna snapped her attention back to the present as the doctor moved to the foot of the bed where she was still tied. “You are quite ticklish, aren’t you?” he asked her with a smirk on his handsome face. Her eyes widened again in fear of what he was going to do to test her obedience to the new rules. She made sure that she nodded her head yes. Bound as she was, she could see him down by her feet, which were very sensitive, and she did not want to lie, knowing that he was inches away from discovering the truth.
Slowly he stroked the soles of her feet with his fingertips and Jenna stiffened her legs in a supreme effort not to move away from him. Her breathing became ragged again as she held herself still for her Master’s tickle-torture. He watched her body stiffen and her toes spread and curl as he cruelly continued his assault on her very ticklish feet.
“You learn quickly, sweetie, and that pleases me,” he crooned as his hands continued their devilish torture. Jenna squeezed her eyes together and held her position, biting into the gag while her mind begged silently for him to stop. He tested her for several more minutes, finally stopping, and her body relaxed, exhausted.
“Very good, sweetie, I am pleased with your efforts. You don’t know how much I love to see you here, submissive to me. You were made for me, and in time I will train you to perfection.” He bent and kissed her forehead again, and his words produced a mix of pleasure and a desire to rebel against him, to regain her freedom. Yet in a few minutes she would see how quickly her freedom would be taken from her…
Jenna was surprised to feel him unbinding her feet from the foot of the hospital bed. Once unbound, she remained still and submissive, and he smiled at her compliance. “Lift your legs a bit, sweetie,” he instructed, and she did, wondering what he had in mind for her. He made some adjustments at the sides of the bed and into view came a type of medical stirrup, into which he placed her leg. Unlike a regular stirrup, this one had a padded area at the calf and a larger one at the thigh. He wrapped the straps of the stirrup around her ankle, at the calf just below the knee, just above the knee, and at the top of the thigh. Once he had done this with the other leg, Jenna realized that she was comfortable but that she was completely unable to move either leg, and that her pussy was spread open and completely helpless to him.
“That’s better,” the doctor said, standing at the foot of the bed and gazing directly at her pussy. “You are beautiful there, very desirable, and I will make you more beautiful.” Jenna wondered what he meant by that, but she comforted herself by considering that she now lay completely on the upper half of the hospital bead, and he had limited access to her sensitive pussy unless he crawled up the foot of the bed. She imagined him doing this and fucking her vigorously as she lay strapped to immobility beneath him.
The doctor was moving around the bed, making some adjustments that Jenna could not figure out, and with a few clicks he returned to the foot and pulled the entire bottom half of the hospital bed away! He saw the look on her face and laughed. “This is not an ordinary hospital bed, my sweetie, it is a bed that women use to give birth. Just like at the hospital, one I am done with you, I will replace the bed and you will be comfortable once again.”
Jenna lay still, her brain again racing, as the doctor pushed the draped cart to the side of the bed and rolled an examining stool to the end of the bed where her pussy was exposed. He sat down, just inches from her, and her pussy lips closed involuntarily as she feared what he would do next. As if reading her mind, he said, “Just relax and enjoy my sweetie, enjoy what your behavior today has earned you.” He raised the bed, lifting her vulnerable and exposed pussy with it. Reaching beneath her hips, he pulled a thick black strap around her lower pelvic region and tightened it. This final strap immobilized her completely as it held her hips tightly against the bed.
Without saying another word he brought his mouth to her clit and began licking and sucking vigorously. At the same time his long fingers teased the opening to her cunt. Jenna’s eyes rolled back in her head at the intense, sudden sensations that were assaulting her pussy region. The doctor continued his stimulation of his helpless, submissive victim for several minutes, and was rewarded in his efforts as he felt her arching her back.
The waves of pleasure rolled over her as the intense stimulation of her pussy continued. Jenna found that she could only move her toes, and that she was completely powerless to move her hips or pussy even an inch. She had tried to compose herself but the sensations in her pussy were new and completely delightful to her. As the doctor continued his expert stimulation of her tiny clit and tight pussy, Jenna fought against the restraints of her lower body, desperate to move in rhythm to this lovely torture. She never imagined that being a submissive slave could involve such pleasure…
