The Major's Pretty Baby Face Ch. 03

The Doctor pointed to the floor. I knelt first with my back straight and arms behind my back before with just the right pause before leaning forward to lie on my stomach; my long blonde hair covering my face as I pressed my head on my hands on the carpet by his feet.

Mary say's it is poor etiquette for a Dominant to command a submissive to press her face against his feet or shoes when she is not his own.

"I saw little of the hockey game. I instead watched their body language and behavior towards each other. They were both novices, however with the proper direction, the Major's potential was great...I have a feeling for these things.

I gave the Major my card outside of the stadium after the game. I offered to buy them a drink at the Pub around the corner. You may kneel now..........Do you know what he said to me Chastity?"

"No, Sir," I answered, fascinated where this was going.

"Sorry, I'm not interested," they attempted to walk away. You prostrate yourself well. I assume you have learned the different variations of "the position" such as arms outstretched palms up and buttocks elevated?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered, wondering what happened next when they tried to walk away.

"I'll let the Major finish the story. I consider Matt my finest protégé. He can look beyond a woman's outward appearance to explore the mind and soul of a woman knowing that potential, talent and intelligence overrides looks. Many times the plainest or even the plumpest woman makes the best submissive with so much to offer."

John gathered my hair in his hands feeling it texture and smiling, "you have beautiful thick hair my dear. Long hair has always been my preference, but as I was saying.

Proper discipline aside, the Major will not allow the women of our Community to be abused. Never let it be sad that there is a fine line between abuse and discipline. Those who believe this are sadists and are not welcome in our Community.

"May I speak, Sir?"

"You may, Chastity."

"Then it stands to reason the dominant men who abuse their woman are thrown out of the Community permanently.

"Yes, that is correct."

"What becomes of the abused women?"

"They may choose another dominant, or they may choose to be available to all. They choose one or more of the Enforcers. They many simply leave," he said letting go of my hair.

"The Major tells me that you are a very talented artist. He contends that you can draw an object or the scenic view of nature from memory alone. Matt insists you leave a piece of your generous and caring ethereal soul in the art you create with your hands.

I'm looking forward to seeing your artwork. I too paint and draw, although not as well as you apparently. My Nurse will be here in a few minutes to prep you. I must prepare as well. There is no need to get dressed......"

The Doctor's Nurse, Susan, was dressed from head to foot in surgical scrubs. She took me to a sterile and brightly lit room with a small enclosed round shower.

The shower except for the stainless steel fixtures was made from a single seamless piece of glass as was the rotating shower door.

It was very modern and utilitarian as well as absolutely sparkling clean and spotless. I wouldn't mind having a shower like this at home; cleanup would be a breeze.

Susan gave me a disposable plastic shower cap and a small sealed bottle of liquid Antibacterial Soap.

As instructed I lathered and rinsed twice, paying special attention to my vagina. I got out and stepped onto a heavy paper mat, where I dried myself well under warm air jets and heat lamps. Lastly, I changed into a paper hospital gown and soft slippers before entering the procedure room.

The room where the procedure took place was quite futuristic looking; similar to one might see in a Science fiction movie set. Everything was clean and spotless and the dominant color white. There were rows of monitors built into the wall.

There was medical equipment in stainless steel or chrome the likes of which I have never seen before. It was designed to swing out over the raised padded table on which I would recline in comfort.

The actual procedure might be boring to some because a person has to remain perfectly still and quiet with nothing to do but listen to music. I meditated working a painting in my mind while the ultra-precise pulsating variable-wave length band cold laser painlessly did its job on my pussy.........

After my procedure, the Doctor invited us into his private office for some light refreshments. He asked politely and we couldn't refuse such a request; John is an Enforcer and it simply is not done.

There were a few light desserts including fruit or yogurt to go with our coffee or tea. Mary sat quietly while he and I talked.

Dr. Andrews is friendly and charming and soon had me completely relaxed and at ease. He genuinely wanted to know all about me. Like Matthew, John remembered everything I told him in the two hours we chatted....goodness where did the time go.

Before we left Dr. Andrew hugged and kissed Mary's lips as before, tugging her ponytail playfully and giving her bottom a little pat.

John then turned to me, studying me thoughtfully before he pointed to the carpet at his feet. I immediately got on my knees with my hand crossed behind my back.

He lifted my chin with his hand to look into my eyes, "You are a treasure, my dear Chastity; you have very nice manners and a gentle and caring way about you. Bless your parents; they raised you well.......welcome to our Community.

Mary and I had a light dinner; both of us ordered the salmon steak and a garden salad. We had several glasses of a nice dry white wine with our meal. We quietly talked about all that happened that day, but especially about the Community.

We lost all track of time. It was quite late when I got home. Donald snoring loudly on the couch with a half full pizza box on his stomach and a couple of empty pint whiskey bottles on the floor next to him......that's my husband, charming as ever.

The thoughts of dancing in his office that morning carried to my dreams that evening when I was alone in bed, missing being held in my lover's strong arms.

I dreamt I was naked save for my pearls. My hair was put up in the same loose wavy bun. My Master was wearing his camouflage fatigues with spit shined combat boots.

We were in a seemingly endless ballroom dancing on a pink marble floor with red granite Corinthian columns reaching to the sky. These magnificent columns supported a breathtaking dome carved from a mountain of the clearest transparent quartz crystal that was laced with veins of the purest brightest gold that could only have been found in heaven itself.

The people were dressed similarly from the time of Queen Victoria of England. The women were beautiful in their gorgeous colorful flowing ballroom gowns of silk and satin brocade festooned with ribbons, bows or costly gems.

Their elaborately styled upswept hair was woven with jewels, ribbons and flowers; some of the women were crowned with tiaras of solid gold set with the most rare and precious of gem stones.

These beautiful women prostrated themselves one-by-one at Matthew's feet, hoping to be noticed by him as we waltzed past or around them.

Instead of the traditional white or black tailed coats, the handsome men were dressed in colors of the birds of paradise.

These colorful male puffin popinjays with their long perfumed and sleek with pomade curly hair were silently clapping in approval as they bowed to me; theirs arms extended palms up imploring to cut and dance with me. I shooed these silly fops away with a wave of my hand.

Matthew and I danced and spun around the ballroom past these multitudes of people. We left them far behind until we were literally dancing on the very air itself, surrounded by a swirl of red rose petals as we ascended to the crystal dome of the mountain.

"I love you Chastity. I love you as I have loved no other woman. You are the wings beneath my feet and the treasure of my heart," Matthew then kissed my lips.......