Reading Notes:
1. This is the fifth chapter written in collaboration with Sissy Simon(e), who was owned by my late friend, Nicola. It is published in her memory.
2. The narrative in this chapter takes place in the week prior to Dr Mary and Cee leaving their respective jobs in the city, and moving go the village of Cwm Pechod, to take up new posts in the medical practice headed by Dr Sara.
3. All characters in this story are over 18, and all interactions are consensual.
Monday morning dawned overcast but dry in Cardiff. As usual, Mary and Cee shared breakfast making duty, and when Mary had kissed Cee goodbye, and hurried off to the surgery to begin her final week of work, Cee loaded the dishwasher, tidied up in the kitchen, and for a couple of hours, started to pack items of clothing that neither she nor Mary would need before they left this house to live and work in Cwm Pechod.
She left the house at half past ten, catching the service bus that stopped at the end of the road, and rode to the hospital, where she made for the Human Resources department to inform them of her departure. She gave herself plenty of time for this task. Her late shift didn't start until midday.
Meanwhile, up in Cwm Pechod, Dr Sara was already hard at work in her surgery. There was a steady stream of patients to see, and because she was now the sole doctor in the practice, thanks to her late colleague Dr Campbell's death from a stroke, Dr Sara was feeling quite stressed.
Before leaving the house that morning, she had supervised her submissive partner Paul's clothes for the day. This was a regular thing. Paul was only ever permitted to wear women's underwear, and he was also required to put on stockings under his trousers if he was going out. Sometimes Sara made him wear a suspender belt too, on other occasions he was dressed in elasticated top hold-up stockings. Dr Sara smiled as she thought of Paul's shopping expedition this morning. He was going to the supermarket wearing powder blue frilly drawers and sheer, black hold-up stockings. In addition to his ever present chastity device, (a heavy metal cock cage, the key to which nestled between Dr Sara's tits, on a thin chain), she had also slipped a thin, ribbed butt plug up his arse before leaving the house. Her instruction was that this was to remain in situ until she got back home that evening.
For some reason, over the breakfast table, Paul had reminded his Owner Mistress that she had neglected ("forgotten" was the word he used) to milk him after his maintenance punishment session yesterday. She had stared at him coldly, before answering,
"I don't forget things. You weren't milked because I have decided that I need to tell Mary about our lifestyle. She'll be moving in here next weekend, and I certainly don't intend changing the way things work here, just because my daughter is going to be staying for a while."
"It is my intention to meet her before she and Clarice, my new practice nurse, come up for supper on Friday night. When they arrive, you'll be dressed and will serve us all. It is important that you have a full ball sac, and that your balls are swollen, tender and nicely blue!"
"I would have arranged a meeting today, before evening surgery," she continued, "but as I told you last night I'm going to see Julian late this afternoon. I am gagging for a really good fucking, and he can fit me in for a quickie before evening surgery."
"Now, for your impertinence, you'll wear a butt plug for the rest of the day," she informed him in a business-like tone of voice.
"You'll keep it in until I come home at tea time. If you've been a good boy, you will be allowed to eat the cream pie I'll be bringing home after Julian has fucked me. Now go and get me the blue ribbed butt plug!"
She finished her coffee and waited until her submissive returned with the butt plug, which she proceeded to insert, before instructing Paul to pull up his panties and trousers, and to get on with his household chores before he went shopping.
Cee arrived in plenty of time to see someone in Human Resources. She anticipated no difficulty in handing in her resignation, and smiled at the clerk who was seated at the reception desk.
"Good morning" she greeted the young man, politely. "Can you give me some advice, please? I wish to tender my resignation, as I am moving out of the area this weekend. What do I need to do?"
"That should be no problem," responded the young man, returning her smile. "If I can get you to fill in this form, I'll pass it up the line for processing. The salary section will need to calculate how much you are owed, what holiday entitlement you have, and a couple of other things. To be perfectly honest with you, I can never remember what to tell people who are resigning."
He blushed as he handed Cee the forms that had to be completed. She scanned them quickly.
"I have an hour or so before my shift starts," she said. "If I go to the staff canteen, I can get this completed and bring it back to you before I start work."
"Great," said the young man, adding, "I can pass it on and maybe they'll start on it this afternoon. If not, they'll have it in plenty of time to make a start on it first thing tomorrow morning."
Cee thanked him again, and headed for the staff canteen. On the way there, her phone buzzed, and after arriving and ordering herself an Americano, she sat at a table to read her message and begin filling in her resignation.
She read,
'Hi darling. All sorted out with Dawn. She's already engaged a locum to replace me, and he's doing my evening surgery. I'll be home early, waiting for you to finish your shift. How do you fancy going out for a meal tonight? Let me know, ok? Love you loads. M xxx'
Cee smiled and started to compose her reply.
'Sounds perfect. I've got my resignation form and am about to fill it in. Should be home about 8:30. Any chance of an aperitif before we go out for supper? I quite fancy a number 69 cocktail! Or should that be a cunt-tail? Lol!'
Cee sipped her coffee, completed the necessary questions and was back in the HR department about an hour after having left it. The young clerk was nowhere to be seen. Sitting at the desk was a middle aged woman, who was in the middle of a phone call. Cee smiled and waited patiently.
Eventually the woman finished her phone call. She looked up at Cee.
"Help you?" she asked.
Cee handed her the completed form.
"This is my resignation form," she began. "It has to be handed to HR for processing."
The receptionist accepted the form wordlessly, and the looked at Cee. She asked in a bored voice,
