Allison's Descent into Slavery Pt. 09

"I do not understand what is happening to me. Dr. Allen diagnosed us with overactive slave heat but I think there is more to it," Lindsey added.

"There is much more to it and that is a topic that we will help you explore. Both of you are sexually naïve and inexperienced. You do not know what types of sexual gratification are achievable. We are going to teach you to enjoy sex in many ways that you never thought possible. You just need to keep an open mind," smiled Mistress Sara.

"I expected to learn how to give a blow job, sex positions, and of course anal sex because that is what slaves do," said Lindsey.

"You will have classes in oral skills, anal skills, sexual positions, sensual seduction, how to use your Kegel muscles, sex toys, massage and bondage to name a few. We have a training program using male slaves owned by Cougar Club members. You will be having sex with other men as part of your training. The most important aspect is learning about your bodies and their potential for sexual pleasure. Look at this as a journey of self-exploration, understanding what makes you feel good during sex. A slave that knows how to enjoy sex enthusiastically services her master sexually giving him a much better experience," advised Mistress Sara with a knowing smile.

"I never wanted to be a slutty whore," whined Lindsey with a worried look.

"We are not turning you into a pleasure slut or whore who mindlessly services many men in a week or day," responded Mistress with a hard look. "We are training you to sexually pleasure one man, your future master and husband. There is a major distinction, it is not all about him, as we want the two of you to really enjoy sex together."

"I think she is explaining that sexual proficiency does not make you a slut. It just means that you and your future husband will enjoy it more," I said to Lindsey, trying to stay positive.

"There are parts of your sexual training that you will really take pleasure in, other aspects you may not like and there are things that you will learn to enjoy once you understand how to get pleasure from them or how much pleasure it gives another. You will have sex with men. You will suck their cocks and swallow their cum. They will have vaginal and anal sex with you," Mistress Sara reiterated.

"That still sounds like you are turning us into slutty whores," commented Lindsey.

"You played soccer at UT. You had practices where you worked on specific skills and scrimmages to test those skills. None of this is a substitute for actual game experience, right?" asked Mistress Sara.

"There is no substitute for game experience," Lindsey answered glumly. Realizing where this was leading. "I can learn to deep throat a dildo but there is no alternative to a real penis attached to a man. I get it, I just don't have to like it."

"To help you through this we have a big sister mentor program here where the two of you will be little sisters to another more experienced pairing. There is also a big sister alumna program with recent graduates who work with each of you. The two of you will also have a few field trips where you spend the weekend with an alumna and her husband sleeping in their bed. Everything we do is designed to develop you, open your eyes to other possibilities, all while learning more about yourself. Remember, treat every opportunity as a voyage of self-exploration where you learn more about yourself and your body."

"Over the next couple of weeks I will be working individual and group counseling into your schedules to address issues that we have identified. If you have any problems adapting to your new lives please contact me directly or through Mistress Kara," she said. "Looks like our time is almost up. Twenty-eight, I need you to sign those documents on the table before you leave."

Somehow Mistress Sara released us on time for our next class, Social Yoga: Posture with Heels, with Mistress Marie. We learned that a Broadstone graduate should glide gracefully through a room in five-inch heels. Once Mistress Marie observed Lindsey try to walk in two- inch heels we were back to the basics of proper posture and just walking in our bare feet using shorter steps. My ballet training saved me while poor Lindsey walked like an "elephant" according to the cane-wielding Mistress Marie, who put her cane to good use making numerous spot corrections on poor Lindsey's ass.

After class it was off to a lunch of slave chow followed by three hours of introduction to golf since all of our sexual arts classes were cancelled due to our overactive slave heat. Lindsey's superior athleticism kicked in greatly, pleasing Mistress Carol who ran the golf program. Lindsey possessed a "natural swing" while I on the other hand was a different story. Thankfully for me Mistress Carol was much more patient than Mistress Marie so my ass remained unscathed when class was finally over.

At 3:58 p.m. we entered the infirmary where we found Dr. Allen and Mistress Kara waiting for us. Next thing I knew I was once again strapped back into the exam chair, hands bound over my head, legs spread, with my feet secured in the stirrups.

"How do you feel now? What if anything has changed since this morning?" asked Dr. Allen.

"I feel more grounded, more like my old self. My slave persona is still lurking in my head but it is not battling over control like it was this morning. Although my vagina feels wet it is not all tingly with sexual need. I no longer feel like a horny slave girl chasing after orgasms," I answered, with a smile on my face.

Dr. Allen flashed a pen light into my eyes. Then she released my left arm, took my pulse and checked my blood pressure before re-securing the arm over my head. Once secured she promptly checked my pussy for slave heat, finding me extremely moist when she gently pushed two fingers into my kitty. There was no tingling or increased arousal from the presence of her fingers much to my relief. She then tweaked my nipples generating a painful squeal in reply with no tingles.

Noting my physical responses Dr. Allen asked, "No sexual stimulation or arousal from my fingers?" When I shook my head no she responded, "Good news. Looks like the course of treatment is working. Now for the piercings. After consulting with Dr. Sheldon you will only get your nipples, navel and outer labia piercings this afternoon. Your other piercings will be on Monday after we make sure your overactive slave heat is in remission."

Next thing I knew, Dr. Allen was prepping my nipples for their piercings. Soon I had a black titanium barbell in place in each nipple, a curved one in my navel and a black hoop in my right outer right labia. They stung a little when the nipples were pierced and the labia piercing hurt but overall the experience was much better than I expected.

"Believe it or not you are through the worst of it. The rest of your piercings will be much less painful. The key is keeping them clean," she advised. "Now I am also going to rub some more Lignocaine gel onto your clitoris to keep it desensitized."

Dr. Allen proceeded with another application of the cream. Then she reconfigured the table so I was laying on my back with my hands still secured over my head. Then she rubbed some of the cream into the inside of my left arm.

"Looking at your questionnaire you were not on any form of birth control when enslaved. Is that correct?" she asked.

"I was on the pill and went off it a few weeks ago. My last period ended right before I went to the Big D for my grading," I answered.

"Why did you go off the pill? You were not married yet?" she asked, causing me to blush.

"Calum and I were engaged. We were ready and I decided to let nature take its course," I answered.

"I needed to make sure there were no complications that were not mentioned in your questionnaire. You will get an etonogestrel rod implanted under your skin. The cream will numb the area so all you will feel is me pulling on your skin and a light pin prick. There will be some light bruising and soreness for about a week. It is one hundred percent effective in eight hours and lasts for a year," she explained.

An antiseptic wipe was applied to the skin on my arm. I felt her pulling the skin on my arm, a prick and it was inserted followed by a band aid on the entry point. Then she released me and it was Lindsey's turn. After Lindsey's examination was complete she received piercings that matched mine, her implant and she was released from the chair. Dr. Allen seemed pleased with the results for both of us. She then proceeded to put four valium pills in a small envelope and hand them to Mistress Kara along with a tube of Lignocaine gel. Next, she handed us each a pair of white granny panties with red crosses on the front and back along with matching sports bras.

"Put these on. You are to wear them at all times, even to bed, until further instructions from me. They will help keep your new piercings clean while also signifying your no sex, no orgasm, restrictions. Put on a clean pair after every cleaning. Review the piercing cleaning instructions on your iPads after dinner and clean them during personal hygiene right after dinner. Get some of your sisters to help you since they have all been through this. Put on clean garments, take the two pills and go to bed. They will knock you out and I want you to get a good night's sleep," she instructed. "Any questions?"

"No," we answered.

"Mistress Kara will have some of your slave sisters wake you right before lights out to clean your piercings, apply more numbing cream and to upsize your anal plugs. I will see you tomorrow morning at 8:00 am for sick call. We will follow this routine every day until Thursday morning when we will medically induce some orgasms. You will not participate in slave yoga until Thursday morning, remember no orgasms until you meet with me Thursday morning," she directed, nodding to Mistress Kara.

Turning to Lindsey and me, Dr. Allen asked, "Any questions?"

"No, Dr. Allen," we responded.

"You are dismissed then," directed Dr. Allen, after waving goodbye we scampered back to our dorm area followed shortly by Mistress Kara.

After dinner and hygiene, Lindsey and I lay down on our futon when Mistress Kara walked up to our beds carrying a long pillow and a comforter.

"These are for you. The two of you were good slaves today and I want to make sure you get a good night's sleep," she advised. "Twenty-seven, I particularly appreciated your honesty with Mistress Sara Concerning your career goals."

She handed us the pillow that we positioned under our heads while she draped the comforter over us. Then it got weird when she kneeled down, leaning forward placing a kiss on each of our foreheads before rising and walking out of the room. After she left I rolled over onto my right side and backed into Lindsey's arms.

"Mistress Kara reminds me of my coach. Really tough, but deep down she cares. I can feel it," commented Lindsey, as she snuggled up to me.

"Now what do you think of this place?" I asked.

"Much better. You were right, if we are going to be slaves this is a good place to end up. It feels like they actually care about us. Having the same owner as Dr. Allen really made my day giving me hope," Lindsey responded, pausing for a few moments before continuing. "I am worried about you, though. They knew you were coming here even before you were repo'd. Someone schemed to enslave you and send you here. Who knew you were being graded yesterday?"

"Calum and Amelia obviously knew. My slave yoga instructor knew because I checked in with her for any last-minute tips. I also informed the loan company two weeks ago of when and where I was being graded. Anyone there had this information and could have shared it," I replied. "I cannot believe that either Calum or Amelia are behind this although right now I really wish they were."

"If they didn't do it then who would do this to you and why?" asked Lindsey, yawning as the valium kicked in.

"That's what scares me," I mumbled, falling asleep in Lindsey's arms, wondering what my future held in store for me.

*****

Our days became predictable during our recovery. We started each morning with an alternate exercise program in lieu of slave yoga. Listening to the girls climaxing around us accompanied by the heady aroma they emanated was distracting as we did our burpees, jumping jacks and plank exercises. Hell, I was jealous of my slave sister's orgasms. Every time one of them moaned in ecstasy, their bodies shuddering in pleasure, I wanted mine. It was also taking a toll on Lindsey. I could see it in her eyes as we walked back into the dorm area surrounded by giggling girls with flushed faces and purring kitties.

After checking in with Dr. Allen each morning we worked at the childcare center until lunchtime. I absolutely loved my time with the children while Lindsey was less enthusiastic. After lunch it was an hour with Mistress Marie relearning how to walk. We graduated up to two-inch heels by Wednesday. The rest of our afternoons were spent working on golf. Lindsey was picking up the sport quickly, even giving my pointers on my swing. Our piercings were healing nicely thanks in part to the help of our sisters helping us care for them.

The day Twenty-five and Twenty-six disappeared we had two new girls taking on their designations. The new Twenty-five was none other than Sandy, the buxom blonde girl who polished the pussy post getting it all warm and slick for my use at the Big D. Pixie Girl's former babysitter was a legacy slave who was angry at her mother for suddenly enslaving her and sending her to Broadstone. The poor girl cried herself to sleep the first night, furious at her mother.

Thursday morning came fast. We were permitted to participate in slave yoga but denied any orgasms, adding to our frustration level. So close, but yet so far away from the climaxes we craved. After breakfast and personal hygiene, Lindsey and I walked to the infirmary for our daily check-in with Dr. Allen. Hopefully, our overactive slave heat would be deemed permanently in remission, freeing us to orgasm once again. Slave yoga was just not the same when one is not allowed to climax. It was really hard being a slave girl, living with the other slave girls constantly in a frenzy everywhere you looked morning, noon and night. We were eager for release. No, we needed relief!

Lindsey and I arrived at the infirmary about ten minutes early finding the door locked. Did I mention we were looking forward to Dr. Allen medically inducing our first orgasms in days? The two of us were horny little slaves. In the infirmary waiting area next to the entrance there were a row of slave pads facing the wall. Each pad had a red dot on the wall at head level that slaves were expected to stare at until called into the infirmary. Kneeling, we waited for Dr. Allen as two other slave girls occupied slave pads next to us. Soon I heard the distinctive sound of heels walking towards us and the beeps that accompanied Dr. Allen unlocking the infirmary with a keypad as she left us staring at the wall in anticipation.

"Twenty-seven and Twenty-eight, please come in," called out Dr. Allen.

We hurried into the room. Once again I found myself strapped back into the exam chair, hands bound over my head, legs spread, with my feet strapped into stirrups. This exam went like the others with Dr. Allen flashing a pen light into my eyes. She released my left arm, took my pulse and checked my blood pressure before re-securing the arm over my head. She examined the location of my etonogestrel implant followed by checking all of my piercings. For the first time she tweaked my nipples, engendering a painful yelp in response as they were still tender. Then she checked my pussy for slave heat, finding me wetter than I had been in days. I was extremely moist when she smoothly pushed two fingers into my kitty. Once again there was no tingling or increased arousal from the presence of her fingers much to my relief although I was aroused in anticipation of my soon to be induced climax.

"You seem wetter this morning. Is there a reason?" Dr. Allen asked, smiling.

Blushing, I responded, "Participating in slave yoga this morning without relief left me horny and it has been days since I got off. I am really looking forward to my medically induced orgasm."

"It does look like you are aroused, looking forward towards your first climax in days," she chuckled, as she licked her fingers clean. "Let me get you in the proper position for orgasm induction."

Dr. Allen then lowered the exam chair a little, getting it to a height she liked. Then she went and retrieved a slave mat, laying it on the ground between my legs. I wondered what she was doing as she walked around so that she was standing to my left as she smiled down at me running her fingers through my hair.

"Shall we get started?" she said, smirking at me. "Twenty-eight, position yourself on your knees and orally service Twenty-seven until she climaxes in your mouth."

The shocked look on poor Lindsey's face was priceless as she realized her pending role in inducing my orgasm. We both had expected Dr. Allen to masturbate us to climax and boy were we wrong. Understanding what was expected of her, she obediently moved onto her knees between my thighs looking at my pussy with a concerned look trying to decipher how to proceed.

"If this is your first time, do what you would enjoy if you were on the receiving end. You can start with a little foreplay, building up her anticipation by kissing the insides of her thighs while you become more comfortable before diving in if you like. She is a horny, needy little slave that craves release," advised Dr. Allen, in an encouraging voice. She had me pegged alright.

Flushing, Lyndsey bent her face between my thighs tentatively kissing the inside of my left thigh near my vulva. Her kisses picked up intensity as she moved closer to my vagina and then she skipped over my pussy to my right thigh repeating the process as I hissed in frustration. I could feel my glistening pussy lips spreading open in anticipation like the pedals of a flower. Then she moved in for the kill, her tongue licking broad strokes up my cunt, tracking strings of wetness with it. I shuddered as Lindsey's breath fanned my needy clit. Her tongue buried into my folds as I cried out in pleasure.

I could feel an orgasm building deep in my stomach while Lindsey lapped and sucked between my legs. Driving her tongue deeper into the folds of my pussy as she lost her inhibitions. I felt a finger poised at my entrance waiting for something. I looked down as Lindsey looked up at me expectantly. "Please," I moaned, as she teased the finger at my hole.

She smiled up at me as she plunged the finger in, my back arched in pleasure as she honed in on my clit with her tongue. The licking and sucking on my panic button, punctuated by the penetration of Lindsey's finger was too much, pushing me over the edge as I keened and twitched in pleasure. I convulsed and coiled in orgasmic bliss as Lindsey continued to pump into me while the rhythmic thrusting slowed to prolong my pleasure.

A wave of oversensitivity gripped around my clit. "Enough, no more," I pleaded, trying to pull away as Lindsey kindly moved off my nub, gently withdrawing her finger. Her glowing face slick with my arousal looking up at me with a wide grin plastered on it. My breathing came fast and heavy as I slowly unraveled inside coming down from my medically induced orgasm.

"It looks like you are a natural," laughed Dr. Allen, staring at Lindsey.

"Surprisingly, I really enjoyed giving Twenty-seven pleasure like this once I got used to it. I was freaking out at first. And she does taste good," giggled Lindsey, as Dr. Allen rubbed her hand on my stomach as my breathing steadied.