Notes From The Underground

"What kind of game?" inquired Krystyn, becoming intrigued. Their aunt was famous for raucous diversions and pastimes and both girls were eager for something new and fun.

"Yes what kind of game?" echoed Krystal.

"Hmm…I don't know…" hesitated India. "You girls are a little young and I am not sure you are ready for such a game. Besides Headmistress Echo would almost certainly become upset if she found out."

"Oh!" groaned both girls simultaneously.

"Please Aunt India" said Krystyn, we're old enough for anything. Headmistress Echo is gone, as is the staff, so there is no way she will find out."

Krystal nodded her head in agreement and added "Headmistress Echo won't be back for at least a couple of days."

"I don't know" said India still reluctant. "It's a really adult game. I'm not convinced that you're ready to play such a game."

"Come on!" said Krystyn. "We're old enough to be married, and we will be soon. Headmistress Echo has promised she's going to find us partners when she gets back."

"Well you have a point" conceded India. "Still…"

"Please" said Krystal "We're ready. Please tell us!"

India remained silent for a moment. Echo was right this was easier than taking candy from a baby. "OK" she said at last. "But I'm warning you it's a really adult game."

"Its fine" said Krystyn "we're up for anything."

"Yes" confirmed Krystal "anything."

"Alright" said India. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

"Tell us" said Krystyn.

"Fine." said India lowering her voice. "The game is called medtech."

"That's a funny name for a game" said Krystal.

"Yes it is" agreed India.

"So how's it played" asked Krystyn.

"Well, you know how embarrassing it is when you go for your annual exam?" said India.

Both girls looked at each other and blushed, remaining silent.

India looked at them and said "Well I told you it was an adult game. Perhaps we should think up something else to do."

Krystyn looked up her face still flushed. She had not expected that her aunt would bring up such a sensitive and embarrassing subject in this context. Still she was tired of always being treated like a child. After all, she was a grown woman, soon to be married (hopefully) and she was determined to be treated as such. It was time that she found out about some of the hushed things that adults did. Determined she said "No. I want to play this game!"

The same thoughts had gone through Krystal's mind and she said "Yes, me too!"

"Alright then" said India. "Well one of us gets to be the medtech the other two are her patients. The medtech chooses one of the patients to examine while the other patient stays in the waiting room."

India paused and glanced at both girls. Their faces were pale and their eyes wide in anticipation with what she would say next. "We can play out here, since no one is around. The bench we are sitting on will be good enough for the exam table."

At the mention of the words 'exam table' both girls blushed, but India hurried on. "The waiting room can be behind that tree" she said pointing to a large redwood about 30 feet away. "The important thing is that the patient in the waiting room remains behind the tree, so she can't see the bench here."

Both girls nodded, but said nothing. India could sense their anticipation. "Now here's where the game gets a bit naughty. The patient the medtech chooses lies on the exam table and pulls her bloomers down, exposing her pisshonie."

At the mention of 'pisshonie' both girls blushed, their eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. India paused again then said "I warned you it was an adult game. Perhaps it's a bit too naughty for you girls."

"No…no…not….at all" said Krystyn hesitantly. Perhaps her aunt was right and they shouldn't be playing this game. However Krystyn was too embarrassed to back down now. Besides, she was determined to participate in a truly adult activity.

Krystal nodded in agreement but remained silent.

"OK then" said India. "Now here's where the fun part starts. The medtech places something (say a small pebble or leaf) in the patient's pisshonie or ass cheeks and then pulls up her bloomers. The patient then sits on the bench and the other patient joins them. The patient from the waiting room must then guess what the medtech placed inside the patient she examined. The patient that was examined can help her guess, but she cannot use words, only gestures."

Krystal and Krystyn looked at each other and both girls giggled despite their obvious embarrassment. "What a silly game!" Krystal said.

"It is" agreed India "but is totally fun."

The girls giggled again nervously; their faces flushed. "What makes the game really hilarious is what the medtech selects and where she puts it. When I played it, the woman playing the medtech placed some ice in her patient's pisshonie. You should have seen the poor girl wiggle and squirm while I tried to guess what was inside her. I was absolutely hysterical!"

Both girls laughed nervously then Krystyn asked "How many guesses do you get?"

"Three" said India. "If you guess correctly, then you get to be the medtech and the medtech becomes the next patient to be examined. If you don't guess correctly, then you return to the waiting room."

Krystyn and Krystal looked at each other, faces flushed and mouths open as the implications of game became clear. It was obvious, that being the examined patient was the most undesirable role in the game. As such, that girl would want to do everything she could to have the other patient (the one in the waiting room) guess correctly. Conversely, the role of medtech was the most desirable since control of the game rested with her. The patient in the waiting room was the neutral role. If she guessed incorrectly the worst that would happen was that she would return to the waiting room. However if she guessed correctly, she would become the leader (i.e. the medtech) in the game.

"The person who is the medtech the most wins" added India, relieved to see that the girls were overcoming their initial reservations and becoming receptive to the game. "Shall we give it a try?"

"Yes!" said Krystyn "Lets do".

"Yes" agreed Krystal. "But who gets to be the medtech?"

"Well since it's my game…" said India "I think it only fair that I get to choose my role. As such I'll be the patient in the waiting room."

Krystyn and Krystal looked at each other the same thoughts going through their minds. Neither wanted to expose herself to the other and as such both wanted to be the medtech. "OK" said Krystyn "but who gets to be the medtech?"

India looked at both girls. The expressions on their faces betrayed their obvious anxiety. It would not do if she was to choose, but neither could she expect one of them to volunteer to be the patient. Reaching down without looking at the ground India picked up a few of the smooth pebbles at their feet used for landscaping the garden. Holding out her hand, with her fist closed so that none of them could see the contents she said "The one that comes closest to guessing the number of pebbles in my hand is the medtech."

Both girls looked at each other and seeing the fairness of the selection process nodded.

"OK, you first Krystal" said India.

"Five".

"Krystyn?" said India.

"Three" said Krystyn.

Both girls held their breath as India slowly opened her hand. Inside there were exactly three pebbles. "Sorry Krystal" said India. "It's hard to go first, but it doesn't really matter, you have just as good a chance as any of us of winning in the end."

"I guess" said Krystal glumly.

"Sure you still want to play?" asked India.

Krystal looked at India and Krystyn, blushed, and said "Sure." Despite their embarrassment both girls felt their pisshonies tingling with pleasure. The naughtiness of the game secretly appealed to each both emotionally as well as physically. The idea of exposing themselves to each other sent quivers of pleasure through their pisshonies as well as tingles of dare and excitement down their spines. Adding to their excitement was the thought of seeing their aunt expose herself to them, for neither girl had even seen a naked adult woman.

"That's a girl!" said India. "I'm proud of you! Now let me go behind the tree and we can begin."

With that India stood up and walked over to the tree, taking a seat on the grass behind the massive trunk. "Let me know when you are ready" she said.

"OK" said Krystyn "we will."

India could hear the two girls talking as she sat on the grass. It was clear that they were in an awkward situation. Unable to resist, India peeked around the trunk. In the distance Krystyn stood, back towards India and facing the bench. Krystal was lying down, her head and feet visible to India, her torso blocked by Krystyn's body.

"Just pull them down" said Krystyn.

"Easy for you to say" said Krystal.

"You're not going to chicken out, are you?"

"No" said Krystal blushing. "Just try not to look too much."

With that India saw Krystal wiggling on the bench and be few seconds later her bloomers were bunched around her ankles.

"What's going on here?"

Even India was surprised when she heard the Headmistress's stern voice booming in the muffled air of the pleasant afternoon.

Both Krystyn and Krystal froze and turned white as sheets. India ducked back behind the tree and covered her mouth as she tried to suppress her laughter.

The Headmistress stood about 15 feet from the bench, hands on hips, her face stern and her lips pursed. "I said, what is going on here?"

Krystyn was the first to recover. "We…we…were playing a game. Aunt India…"

"Game!" interrupted the Headmistress. "What kind of game is this?"

Krystal managed to recover slightly and sitting up, she struggled to pull her bloomers up. However, her skirt interfered with her efforts and the two garments became entangled. "Aunt India showed told us…about it…we were…"

"Don't lie to me young lady!" snapped the Headmistress. "This is serious. Don't you realize what you've done?"

"It's true" said Krystyn starting to cry.

The Headmistress looked at both girls, hand still on her hips. "This is very serious" she repeated. "Very! You've both compromised yourselves, and in a public place no less. I'm afraid I have no choice but to bring you before Mistress Prudence. I can't believe you would do something like this!"

Krystyn and Krystal looked at each other. Both were pale, scared and crying. The Headmistress was right. What had they been thinking about? The gravity of their situation began to sink in; exposing themselves in a public place, touching the most private parts of another girl. They were in big trouble. Really, really big trouble. The mention of Mistress Prudence left them both shaking.

"Please" pleaded Krystyn "please Headmistress Echo, don't tell Mistress Prudence. We were only…"

But the Headmistress cut her off by slapping here across the face. Krystyn gasped and started sobbing.

"You have betrayed my trust as well as everything I've taught you. This is not something I can simply ignore."

Grabbing Krystal by her arm the Headmistress yanked her to her feet. Taking Krystyn's arm Headmistress Echo ushered both girls into the Schoolhouse, Krystal fighting to stay on her feet the entire way, her bloomers around her ankles.

Behind the tree, India uncovered her mouth and throwing her head back, laughed out loud hysterically.

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Diana always enjoyed the ritual bath of rose scented water taken in preparation for servicing a Mistress. This was the only time in her harried life when she could truly pamper herself and luxuriate in a few brief moments of true relaxation. For this reason she called this experience the 'spa treatment'. It was not an inaccurate description either since the slave assisting her would prepare and perfume her bath, massage her body with oils and creams, fix her hair, and manicure her nails. The only downside was that the time spent here was always much too brief, and when it was over, Diana would be forced to 'go to work'. Still it was nice to enjoy the moment, and Diana did, stretching her naked body out in the bath and letting the warm water wash over her. The only problem was making sure she did not pee, since her near bursting bladder so wanted to release itself, especially in the presence of so much flowing water. However Diana was determined not to release a drop, since she needed to win tonight's contest.

Distracting herself, Diana thought about Katrina. She had not seen the most senior of Zax's Mistresses is quite some time. This was not unusual, as Katrina did not indulge herself often with Zax's slaves. Diana was not sure exactly why, but like the other slaves she assumed this was because of Katrina's age, which Diana estimated was probably close to sixty biological years. Not that it really mattered. Despite her reputation and elite status both inside and outside Zax, Katrina was really not all that demanding when it came to servicing. In fact, she was far better than most, and often quite amicable. Of all those she have been forced to service, Katrina was perhaps Diana's 'favorite', if one could say such a thing. Under different circumstances Diana might even have grown to like the woman; however she did not permit herself such feelings, not here and most certainly not under these circumstances. Looking at her fingers, Diana noted that they had started to wrinkle. Sighing, she straightened herself in the bath and stood-up. Time passed so quickly here!

The slave attending her, wrapped her body in a large white towel, and Diana dried herself as she stepped out of the warm water. Her skin smelled faintly of roses and Diana ran her forearm under her nose taking in the scent. This was the only time she really felt truly clean and fresh. When she was done drying herself, Diana handed the towel to the slave and took a seat in a large padded chair strategically placed in front of a mirror. She watched as the attending slave as she first fixed her hair and then placed a small crown of white flowers upon her head. Next, the slave manicured her finger and toe nails, painting both with clear but glossy polish.

When she was done, Diana stood up and went to the changing table, laying down there on her back and spreading her legs, feet on the table and knees up. This was the part she hated. The attending slave placed lubricant into her ass and then over her pussy/pisshonie. After sprinkling some white powder on her, she then proceeded to diaper Diana. The diaper was made of heavy white cotton, with a thick and wide pad in the crotch area. The waist and legs were trimmed in gold and the outer surface covered in a slick liquid-impervious coating.

When the diapering was complete, the slave took a small bottle of gold skin paint and applied it to Diana's nipples. Diana always found the diapering embarrassing and the skin paint irritating. When this was complete, she stood up and sighed. Time to go. When she had first arrived in the dungeon twenty years ago, one of the staff had escorted her to the elevator. Diana had later found out that this was not for security reasons (as she had initially assumed) but because she was unfamiliar with the dungeon. In fact, security was never an issue. There was no where she could possibly go; not only was she locked in a dungeon on an island, but even if she did manage to escape by some miracle, the security devices embedded in her body would have resulted in her being recaptured almost immediately. No escort was necessary and now that Diana knew her way about the dungeon (or at least some portion of it) she was expected to make her way to the elevator on her own.

Walking out of the 'spa-room', she took a quick right and walked down the dark red-lit corridor to the elevator. The door opened instantly when she stepped inside. "Mistress Katrina" she said softly as the door closed. As usual there was no sensation of motion, but after a few moments, the door opened and Diana stepped out into the large plush chamber that was Katrina's quarters when she visited the Island.

"Welcome my dear" said Katrina.

"Thank you Mistress" said Diana.

"Take a seat by sofa in front of the fireplace" said Katrina "and make yourself comfortable. Your companion should be here shortly."

"Yes Mistress" said Diana, seating herself on the carpeted floor near the sofa and facing the fireplace. A warm and pleasant glow washed over her from the fire and Diana squeezed her thighs together trying to assist her aching bladder in retaining its contents.

Katrina seated herself on the sofa, a glass of wine in her right hand. After taking a sip she looked at Diana and said, "I think you'll find tonight quite interesting and possibly even pleasurable."

"Yes Mistress" said Diana. She did not give Katrina's statement much thought; her statement was both loaded and cryptic as usual, and impossible to decipher. Diana found it hard to believe however that anything that could transpire here tonight would be very novel; she had been around too long and done too many 'interesting' things to find that plausible. However she did hope that the second part of her Mistress's statement was accurate; her bladder ached from being full too long and her pussy/pisshonie was desperately craving sexual release.

Reaching out with her free hand, Katrina stroked Diana's hair and ran her finger tips down her cheek. "You are a very lovely my dear, as lovely as your companion I'd say, even though she is twenty years your junior."

"Thank you Mistress" said Diana. So it was true. Zax had acquired another diapered slave. This was good news for Diana, at least for tonight. It was unlikely that her new counterpart would have yet accumulated the necessary experience to prevail in tonight's contest. It seemed that this might be Diana's lucky night at last.

As these thoughts went though Diana's mind, she heard the elevator door open. "Ah! That must be her now" said Karina standing up "come!"

Diana stood up and followed her mistress over to the elevator door. What she saw stunned her. The young woman that emerged could have been her younger twin. She was, of course attired exactly like Diana: gold trimmed diapers, with white flowers in the hair, and gold skin paint. The only difference was the chain that hung between the nipples of her enormous breasts (Diana was large breasted, but her twin's breasts were huge). However, almost everything else about her was identical: the color of her hair, her height and weight, the shape of her face, neck, arms, and legs. If Diana had not known better, she would have thought that she was looking in a mirror, a magical looking glass that showed how she had looked almost two decades ago. For her part, the young woman seemed equally surprised. She stood looking at Diana with her mouth open as if not quite believing her eyes.

As both women looked at each other open mouthed, Katrina said "Diana, I don't think you've met Kathryn yet. She will be joining us tonight."

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Karolyn moaned and slowly opened her eyes. It was black everywhere and for a second she thought that she was blind. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up on the small bed where she had apparently been sleeping. Looking around she noted that the walls, floor, and even the ceiling consisted of rough black stone. Well at least I can still see she thought, trying to recall where she might be and how she had gotten there. Looking down, she saw that she was completely naked; her skin felt sticky and gummy.

"Oh god!" exclaimed Karolyn to the empty room as she suddenly recalled the events of the previous day and night. Bright lights and the roar of the crowd flashed through her mind along with the horrible things she had done, no, had been forced to do. Instinctively, she tried to push these hideous memories aside, but she could not; she was disoriented and her rational mind demanded an explanation as to her whereabouts and how she had gotten here.