"Let's move on to take the secondary sample," I heard Dr. M say.
At that point I felt like saying something like "Please let me enjoy my after-glow." But instantly I thought better of it, as the doctor had only expressed contempt at any signs of self-assertiveness by me. So, I kept my mouth shut.
"Doesn't he need some time to recover?" asked M'am for me.
"He will be given a small refractory period. However, given what we know about him, it shouldn't be a problem," Dr. M responded.
Despite my lack of experience in this world I was being subjected to, I knew exactly what she meant. She had just congratulated M'am, my owner in our Female Lead Relationship, that she had on her hands a totally submissive male slut who loves CFnm and having his little baby dick measured by women. However, there was another component to my sexual constitution that she was later to exploit.
Dr. M turned to M'am: "Before we take a break, first things first. I think it's time for his clitty cage."
M'am went to her purse and produced a shiny, plastic, and pink object. It was a chastity device. Yes, I had been warned to expect a fitting. What I hadn't expected is that it would be M'am herself that would have it on her person. She had previously assured me that such things weren't her style and that I should just go along with her mother's fitting as part of the program. But this was something different. Here she was literally being the bringer of the cage I was to be placed in. She took it out of
her
purse. Clearly, she purchased it and meant it for me. I began to think her assurances were just a trick and in fact I would remain "locked up."
As she approached me with a gleam in her eye, I seriously began to consider that maybe she was getting pleasure from this. She walked like a confidant panther from her purse to me and then asked, "Are you ready, Wally?"
My jaw was left open again, and she squatted down and began to pull my ball sac through what felt like a ring. Still tight, it was very difficult. It took some effort and massage, but my sperm-makers slipped through finally. Then I heard a click. Dr. M approached with something in a box. The box was gold colored, ornate and festive with a small red and gold gift bow on it. I realized that these gals had planned this way in advance.
M'am looked away from me and towards her mother. I couldn't see my owner's face, but the good doctor's was beaming with pride. Dr. M gave her the box with the instruction "wear it well." Upon receiving the gift, the two ladies hugged and held each other for a moment in solemn love. Then the doctor changed the mood by rocking herself slightly from right to left and it became quite apparent that M'am almost immediately began following her lead. They were expressing excitement much like what you'd see after an announcement of upcoming nuptials. They were celebrating and began making "whoo-hoo" noises (while Maggie began to tear up herself) at the fact that M'am now owned me and my orgasms. They had bottled my manhood. They contained everything that made me a man. Well, almost everything. But still, my tiny dick and big balls belonged to M'am. Worse, my containment was to be referred to as a clitty cage. I found out later that I had qualified for very nearly the smallest size available.
"Go ahead, open it," Dr. M said.
M'am opened the box and inside found a beautiful silver necklace containing attached a very special gift. It was a key. Thankfully, she locked me in my new cage with one that came with it, and this was a spare, so I was a little less nervous about a lost key.
M'am thanked her mother and then put the necklace on. She turned around and smiled at me. I could see her extreme joy in her smile and in her misty eyes. She walked up to me, kissed me on the forehead, and said: "You're mine now."
"Not quite dear," interjected the doctor. "There should probably be a ceremony. He does have to publicly pledge his genitals to you. But we'll discuss that later. In the meantime, I feel like a little [while holding her left thumb and index fingers close together in the international symbol of little dick] break. I have bubbly in the fridge that Mr....oh hey, have you selected a nickname for him yet? I've been calling him shrimpdick, but do you have one you prefer?"
"Personally", she answered after some thought, "I really liked dietdick. Also, there's babydick, which I'm really starting to love. But calling him that would actually be a step up...I've been thinking, maybe Nano-dick is the best term. What do you guys think?"
"Too clunky," replied the doctor.
"I'm partial to babydick," said Maggie. She continued, "But maybe something simple will do, like Tiny."
"Hmmm...Tiny. I don't like it. Seems like it leaves him off the hook," M'am's mother said.
"Babydick please." The words escaped my mouth but I couldn't believe I said them.
"We discussed this before, and even though I like the name, that should be reserved for special occasions like when you're extra aroused," M'am said. She continued, "Come to think of it, I find the current state of your.....little bitty clitty very inspiring. That's it! Mr. Clitty! It's too small to be a babydick, right, ladies?"
After some debate, the gals decided that the name Mr. Clitty would do for now. The deciding factor was that Maggie liked it. Nobody was really cared too much what I thought at this point.
"As I was saying earlier, I have some champagne in the staff lounge, in the fridge, and some glasses. Mr. Clitty, you and Nurse Maggie can go and fetch the bottle and glasses and you can serve us before we continue your examination," Dr. M ordered.
"Yes, Doctor!" I said with great enthusiasm. Just then, Maggie dropped another shocker.
"Oh, I forgot something! I've got a surprise for babydick, ahem, Mr. Clitty...got him a gift," Maggie revealed. After saying "I'll be right back" and pleading for the doctor's indulgence before being granted it, she left the room -- leaving me alone with M'am and Dr. M.
"Are you really that happy with this one...after all that I've taught you?" the doctor inquired.
"Yes, Mom. I'm not going into all the details right now. But he makes me very very happy."
Dr. M seemed to take this response as her final answer, but then she came over to me and said "Well. You make her happy and that's good. I wish the both of you many happy years together. But. Make sure you treat her right. One of the services I offer here is permanent chastity and making men impotent and if you don't follow the rules right, you may end up unable to get even your diminutive member erect ever again!"
"Mother don't scare him!" M'am screamed.
"I'm sure he'll be a good little boy and listen to his mistress, " Dr. M said before I asked a question.
"Do men actually pay you to have you tie them up and stuff?" I said in half panic.
"Some do, and they and put in years of service as submissives around the clock. Others desire the kind of, shall we say, medical services we are giving you today. Of course, some go even beyond that."
