My Life Ch. 06

Putting the note and the petals in the top drawer of my desk, I opened my laptop and Skyped my roommate. We talked for almost an hour before I started feeling too tired to continue. A hot shower and fresh knickers later I slipped into a restless sleep.

The next day followed almost the same routine as the day before, except that I didn't smoke nearly as much marijuana as I had the day before. I found that only after a few hits, I was feeling plenty good so I stopped. A few more of Casey and Jarod's friend's came over, including a girl named Stephanie; my small circle of friends began to grow.

An hour before the sun began to set, Casey dropped me off at the beach and I rode my bike home, still feeling the effects of the weed. My legs and my lungs were stronger now and I could make the ride with hardly any effort at all. I was torn whether to stop by Kyle's or not on my way home. It was almost a guarantee that I'd end up having sex if I went there. I knew I couldn't resist that temptation if I was there, and I was still a little sore from before. Recovering from sex was taking less and less time and the overall experience had become so much better, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for it tonight.

I decided to at least stop by and say hi.

The black seven-series BMW in his driveway made me change my mind, however. I knew it wasn't Kyle's unless he'd just gone out that day to buy a new car, but a posh high-class car like that wasn't his style. Miriam's face flashed into my memory and I was fairly certain that she was the owner. I turned my bike around and began to peddle away when I heard my name.

"Jamiee," shouted Kyle. Damn, he'd seen me.

I turned around and saw him and Miriam stepping out of the front door. I wanted to keep going, but it would be too awkward now that we had all seen each other. So I turned around yet again and met them in his front yard.

"It looked like you weren't going to stop," teased Kyle, knowing that's exactly what my intention was.

I shrugged and got off of my bike, keeping it between Miriam and myself, "I saw the car and thought you had company. I didn't want to disturb," I said, truthfully, then added, "Hi Miriam," I said so as not to be rude.

She smiled at me warmly, "Hello, Jillian, it's good to see you again."

I gave her a tight smile.

"Can I talk you into coming with us?" asked Miriam.

"Where to?" I asked hesitantly.

"I was bringing Kyle over to my house for dinner, but I'd love to have both of you over... please?" she asked.

"I'm all covered in sand and salt, I really need to have a shower," I said, presenting with an easy excuse.

"Take a quick shower here; you still have clean clothes upstairs in the bedroom," said Kyle.

Seriously Kyle? I'm trying to find a polite way out and you just sink my best excuse. The last place I wanted to be was trapped with Miriam—in her house no less.

Seeing my hesitation, Miriam added, "No pressure, Jamiee. But I'd love to have you over for dinner. And since you two are stubborn enough to try to make this work, maybe I can give you some answers to your questions. Please let me help."

Did she say to have me over for dinner, or have me for dinner? I tried to remember what I'd just heard. Miriam's sincere voice and charming smile were too disarming. She seemed so genuinely interested in me that I couldn't stop the answer from coming out of my mouth.

"Alright," I'd agreed like someone had put me on autopilot.

Before I could change my mind, Kyle hustled me into the house and up the stairs. I had my shower while Kyle watched, smiling the entire time and then dressed in a pair of Capris and a white tee shirt. Slipping my flip-flops back onto my feet, I was soon in Kyle's jeep as we followed Miriam's BMW up the Five freeway and then into one of the most exclusive neighborhoods of Del Mar. We went through two separate security gates and were finally at her home. It was breathtakingly large with a long driveway that led to its front doors.

As we approached I couldn't help but admire the stonework around the base of the home and up the corners. It was real stone and not the fake looking stuff you'd see at Home Depot. The decorative window treatments also caught my eye; they looked like they were solid brass.

We followed Miriam's car around the back of the home where the driveway led downward and ended at a garage door that was well hidden behind the house. The garage opened slowly and soon we were inside of the most spacious garage I had ever seen. There were several other high-end sports cars to the right, a waterskiing boat just in front of us and several jet skis next to it. My brothers would think they'd died and gone to heaven if they had a place like this.

Miriam led us out of the garage and to a wide set of stairs. I couldn't help but notice the racks and racks of wines along one wall as we neared the stairs. And if I thought garage was fancy, it was nothing compared to what I found on the floor above. Darkly stained crown and base moldings contrasted sharply with the lighter colored walls. The wood floor looked scarred and pitted but somehow looked just as beautiful as the rest of the home.

I took in as much as I could, but it was almost too overwhelming. We passed through a library that looked like it belonged in an old castle. The bookshelves rose upwards from floor to ceiling and a mezzanine walkway allowed one to walk around the perimeter of the upper shelves. This was a room I could die in happily, but we were moved along into the kitchen where, of course, every wall was covered with opulent alder wood cabinets. Opulent was the word that kept coming to mind. This home was over the top, and I had only seen a fraction of it.

A slender, older man with thinning gray hair greeted us as we entered, "Oh, there they are," he declared happily. "Please take a seat, dinner is nearly ready."

"Jillian," Miriam caught my attention, "This is my husband, Doctor John Brandt," she then introduced me, "John, this is Jillian Aimee Boyack."

I extended my hand and he shook it warmly in both of his, "Welcome, Jillian, I'm so pleased to meet you."

If I thought Miriam was charming, she was nothing compared to her husband—who I'd mistakenly thought was a butler when I first entered the room—that exuded charisma like expensive cologne.

"Thank you," I said, "It's nice to meet you, too, Doctor Brandt—but please just call me Jamiee."

He smiled so warmly I felt as if I'd known him all my life, "Only if you'll call me John then," he said with a wink.

I couldn't help but nod as I smiled like a four-year-old girl seeing Santa Claus for the first time.

"Perfect," then looking at everyone, "have a seat then," he said, "tonight's menu consists of wild mushroom soup, with a garden salad; to be followed by prime rib with peppercorn sauce, Parisienne roasted potatoes and glazed honey dill carrots."

The food smelled marvelous and was better than anything I would have made at home. I really need to learn how to cook. Suddenly accepting Miriam's dinner invitation was starting to feel like a good decision.

I waited until everyone was seated and the bowls of soup were placed before us before I ventured a small spoonful. The moment I put it into my mouth I closed my eyes and savored the taste. I moaned a small sigh as I tried memorizing the experience so I could remember it later.

"To your satisfaction then, Miss Jamiee?" asked Doctor Brandt.

I swallowed, "I thought I hated mushrooms. I had no idea..."

John beamed.

For the next hour, I did the best I could to eat as much as possible but found it difficult with all of the questions that Miriam and John asked me. They made me feel at home. The amazing food helped me feel relaxed with them and I found myself telling them about school and living in England, and even divulged a little about my family and my relationship with my brothers.

After the main course had been cleared away Doctor Brandt brought out what he called his, 'deluxe mango crumble' and some mixed herbal tea. I went right for the tea. It had been forever since I'd had some, and that was something of a custom I'd gotten used to.

"I thought you might like the tea," said Miriam, taking a cup of her own.

"Thank you," I said, "I do," I took a small sip and enjoyed the heat that radiated into my hands. "My mum will make tea when I'm home, but I don't do it if I'm just by myself."

Then the conversation got interesting.

"So Jamiee, do you need birth control?" asked Miriam. I sputtered and choked my on tea, "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to shock you with that."

I coughed several times before I could answer; Kyle looked more than mildly amused, "I'm okay," I said quickly between coughs.

"Oh please forgive me. I forget sometimes that we're probably a little too casual when it comes to sex, or anything sex related for that matter," explained Miriam.

I finally regained my composure and put my cup back on the table, "No, I'm fine—just wasn't expecting that."

"Because if you'd like, my husband could take care of that for you; he has an office set up here in our home. He'd be happy to make sure you have what you need before you leave tonight, wouldn't you dear."

John nodded happily, "Of course, truly," he said.

I stole a quick glance at Kyle, but he was busy enjoying his dessert, "I suppose that would be a good idea," I finally managed to say.

"Good, good," Miriam agreed, "because I'm sure Kyle is all too willing to cum inside your cunt without a single thought about possible babies."

Holy shite, I thought to myself slowly, did people really talk like this in front of others? I felt as if I was in a movie or in one of my stories I enjoy reading before I go to bed.

Noticing my discomfort, Miriam said, "Jamiee, you'll have to get used to being very open if you're going to be around Kyle or us. Being able to speak completely openly is a fundamental part of who we are."

I nodded, "I understand. It's just different—it surprised me, but I'm okay."

"Good girl," said Miriam in a tone that sounded firm but praising. "Jamiee," she said, calling my attention again, once I looked up she continued, "The only way to truly know if you want to immerse yourself into the Lifestyle is by trying it. Would you be willing to indulge us for say, thirty minutes, while my husband takes care of your birth control needs?"

"Indulge you?" I asked.

"Submit to me for only thirty minutes, Jamiee. You can use your safe word if needed, but I'd like to give you a taste of what the Lifestyle is before I send you home with Kyle tonight. Then you'll know if this is for you or not. If it is, then we'll spend more time together and I'm sure you'll get more of your questions answered. And most importantly, you'll know a little better about what you're getting into with Kyle."

Again I stole a glance at Kyle and I could see him looking at me hopefully.

Reluctantly, but also with a sliver of curiosity, I nodded my consent.

"Good girl," she repeated, a smile widening on her lips. "Let's begin then shall we?"

My heart rate increased and I felt a nervousness growing my stomach, but I nodded. I could do this. She was only asking for thirty minutes. I could take anything for thirty minutes, and after it was over, I'd at least know if this was for me or not.

"A submissive," Miriam said slowly, "needs a name. So from now on, you will be known as little nymph," she walked around me slowly and then ran her fingers through my hair. "So small, so petite, aren't you little one?" she said rhetorically.

I looked straight forward, trying to keep my heart rate down enough that they wouldn't notice it pounding against my chest.

"Little nymph, why are you wearing clothes in my home?" she asked, pinching the shoulder of my tee shirt between her thumb and forefinger.

I'd read enough and heard enough about being a submissive that I at least knew what to do here. I hurriedly apologized and removed my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the empty chair next to me.

"Good girl," she said again, "I'm only going to speak of this one time, and then it will be your complete responsibility. What is your safe word?"

"Panda Bear," I said softly, feeling a definite tingle in my nether region.

"I hope you do try to make it the whole thirty minutes, but everything will stop if anyone hears that word," she confirmed. "John, please bring me a training collar."

A collar! I shouted in my mind. I had fantasized about something like this a thousand times and just hearing the words from Miriam's lips made filled me with a sensation so erotic I couldn't begin to describe.

John was only gone for a few minutes when he returned with a metal collar that was opened at one end. It was about an inch wide and maybe an eighth of an inch thick. It had several small half-rings welded at the front and sides.

"Pull your hair out of the way, little nymph," she instructed and I did as instructed, holding my long hair up as she placed the collar around my neck. I felt the cold metal touch my neck and a feeling of numbing bliss wrapped me like a blanket. I felt her hand work as she secured the collar into place and then felt its weight when she had finished. The weight of it seemed to pull me down further into that peaceful abyss.

Miriam ran a finger down my back, around my side to my front and then up to my right breast. Taking my nipple into her fingers she twisted it sharply.

"Mmmm," I groaned but kept my lips shut. I had never tried squeezing them that hard before.

"These would look wonderful with a little decoration," she commented to no one in particular. She then clipped a leash to the front half-loop on my collar and pulled me gently.

"Come with us, John," she directed and her husband happily rose from his chair. Miriam then looked toward Kyle, "We'll be back in less than thirty minutes."

Kyle remained at the table. I studied his features as I walked by, but he seemed full of every emotion at the same time and I wasn't sure what to think. He seemed anxious, but at the same time eager, and just as I looked away I thought I saw a flash of optimism.

Miriam led me by my leash down a long hallway and across an enormously spacious room. This room felt like a medieval ballroom, I thought as I tried to use my peripheral vision to take in the scene. We then descended another staircase and entered into a room about the size of Kyle's master bedroom. This room, however, was obviously Doctor Brandt's office.

A gynecological table was in the centre of the room and the far wall was lined with glossy white cabinets. Next to us was a built-in desk and chair, where John sat down and turned on his computer. Looking toward the other wall I saw it was completely covered with a mirror. I then looked up to the ceiling and found a number of shackles hanging from pins. The floor, too, looked like there were various styles of fasteners built into the concrete.

"Are you afraid, little one?" Miriam asked, standing only inches away from me?

I nodded but didn't speak.

She put her hand over my vagina and inserted her middle finger between my lips.

"But your little cunt is enjoying this, isn't it?" she said, slipping her finger deeper into me.

I inhaled sharply and tried to keep my breathing under control.

"On the table, legs in the stirrups," she barked.

Again I did as instructed. I had to hop up to get my bum on the table, and then I turned and slid into place, placing one leg and then the other into the stirrups. I felt incredibly exposed like this. Miriam ran her thumb over my mons and tisked.

"Now, now little nymph; I think to start your little journey, I'm going to permanently remove this," she said, rubbing the bottom of her thumb against the stubble of my pubic hair. "I have a practiced hand, though, so we should be done in time."

Oh, my god! Did she just say she was permanently going to remove my pubic hair? Panda Bear, Panda Bear, I repeated in my head, making sure I had it ready. But how weak would I be, to use it less than five minutes into Miriam's challenge. Maybe she was bluffing, I considered as she stepped away. But I realized it was no bluff when I saw her wheel a giant vacuum looking machine over.

I know my eyes were wide as I looked at the machine by the table, and they grew even wider when Miriam fastened my ankles into the stirrups. She never stopped smiling and she even began to hum an unfamiliar tune as she took each of my hands and secured it to the table over my head.

She then removed a pistol-shaped tool from the machine; a heavy cable hung from the tool's base and was connected to the machine. Miriam pressed a button and then pulled a short stool up and sat down. Her head was now level with my pussy and she inspected me closely.

"What a beautiful cunt you have, little one," she said, massaging the lips gently with her fingers. "Now John is going to be your official doctor so he'll need to ask you the typical medical questions; he's a very competent doctor, so you have nothing to worry about. If you ever need a doctor for anything, he'll be happy to take care of you," Miriam explained.

She then brought the tip of the pistol looking thing down and began to work: a rhythmic pop, pop, pop sounded as she applied the tip to the skin around my sex. I had prepared for it to hurt, but I was pleasantly surprised that I only felt a slight plucking sensation and an intense heat.

Doctor Brandt asked me about my medical history and Miriam continued to work as I answered her husband's questions. I stole several glances at Miriam's husband while we spoke back and forth. He had a gentle demeanor and came across as being very kind—the perfect combination for a doctor, I thought. But it was interesting to see how he reacted with his wife. He seemed unswervingly loyal but not exactly hen-pecked...

"Now: you have very dark, thick hair, little nymph, so I have to go over your cunt several times to make sure it won't grow back. It might be a little sore tomorrow, but John will give you a cream that will help that." Great, more soreness, I thought as she worked.

I felt almost in shock as I thought about what was happening. Was I really never going to have pubic hair again? I guess in a way this wouldn't be so bad: no more shaving or trimming wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Miriam looked at the clock on the wall above her husband's desk, "Perfect, just enough time to do your armpits." I almost smiled. This I would do without any thought. It would be great never to have to shave there again. "If I had the time, I would do everything but your head and your eyebrows. I find this very therapeutic," she chuckled.

"Now Jamiee," John addressed me, moving to the position between my legs and looking directly at my pussy, I wondered briefly why he used my nickname instead of the name Miriam had just given me, but the thought disappeared as I looked down at him. He was wearing the typical white coat you would see on any doctor and that made me feel a little more comfortable with him. "I am going to be inserting what is called an IUD, this way you won't have to worry about taking a pill every day. This will prevent any pregnancies for five years, but can be taken out at any time."

"So Kyle will be able to keep your pussy full of cum all the time and you'll never have to worry about it," said Miriam while she worked.

John gently placed his hand at my entrance and pulled my lips apart as he inserted a small t-shaped apparatus, "You may feel some minor cramping as your body gets used to it but if you feel anything too uncomfortable please come see me," the doctor continued to explain. I felt pressure as he pushed the device into position, but it wasn't unbearable. "One major difference you'll see though is that this will also limit your periods to maybe two or three a year."