Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 17:27:14 +1000 (EST)
From: Country Mouse <dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: I Serve and Obey

Standard Squib:  The themes and subject matter in this story are adult,
including but not limited to both consensual and reluctant (including
coerced) sexual acts between persons of the same gender, extreme medical
fetish, mind control, body modification and non consensual sexual
slavery.

Author's Note:  Kids, do not try this at home.

This is a fantasy.

In reality, I advocate the principles of Risk Awareness; Safe,Sane and
Consensual BDSM and always observe safer sex guidelines.  Safer Sex is a
way of life.

If reading about power dynamics and graphic smut between women is illegal
in your jurisdiction or offends you, please leave now.

In my fantasies, anything is possible.

I am the feedback whore from hell.  If you like my tale, please write to
me and let me know.  Don't bother lecturing me about my sins.  I already
know that I'm a pervert.  I rather like that about me.  If, on the other
hand, you're a kinky female (over 21) willing to endure a little training
of your own, I'd love to hear from you.

Email me at: dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au


                                I Serve and Obey

                     copyright 2006 by dr_country_mouse_top



    Story codes:   F^f, BD, anal, non consensual , spank, sm medical fetish,
                        mind control, body modification,

             Nifty category: Lesbian/authoritarian/science fiction



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"I Serve and Obey".

These were the first words she spoke aloud each day, just as the slick
finger gliding deep into her ass was the first thing she experienced.
Awake now, she obediently rose up on her knees, back arched, thighs
spread as widely as possible, forehead lowered to the mattress.  Already
her fingers were working her nipples, just as she had been trained to,
awakening the tender nubs, still swollen from the previous day's
stimulation.

Three times she was entered by the slick finger, as the glycerine
suppositories were pushed deep inside her bowel, just as they were every
morning.  Her first spanking of the day warmed her ass and thighs,
turning them a proper shade of pink.   Her nipples were hard knots of
sensation and her bowels were turning loose and liquid and desperate by
the time the spanking was completed.

With her bladder threatening to burst, she crawled on all fours into the
bathroom, promptly straddling the traditional Japanese style toilet that
had been sunk into the floor.  The next part was always one of the
hardest things to do.  She had to empty herself, the first of many steps
to make herself ready to Serve.

She stared right at the web camera and told the small but discerning
audience of enema and scat fans that even emptying her body's wastes was
something she was being trained to take pleasure in, involving as it did
the relaxation of her body's sphincters.   The vibrator was small, one
of the most powerful battery operated models available, and completely
waterproof.

Although there had been some hesitation in her earliest days, she was
better trained now and held the vibrator firmly to her clitoris as she
emptied her bladder and bowels, piss flowing over the vibrator and her
fingers.   It had taken her several weeks to master the trick of juggling
toilet paper while never ceasing the stimulation of her clitoris, but she
did manage it, exhibiting a laudable manual dexterity that would be put
to good use later.

She was permitted to set the vibrator down as she used the bidet,
carefully washing her anus and rectum with both soap and water, sliding a
soapy finger into her ass to make sure she was good and clean.  She
lingered over the task, since it was one of the many things that her
viewers particularly enjoyed.   Her body hair had been removed
immediately upon acquisition, so it was just a matter of moments to
cleanse her skin in the shower, her hair cropped short for ease of care.

Whimpering a little in anticipation, she resumed the position she had
woken with, on her widely spread knees, head pressed to the floor as the
well lubricated enema nozzle entered her ass, making sure she was good
and full for the beginning of her hydrotherapy treatment.  When she had
been filled with the required number of litres and with the formula for
the day, she returned to the toilet.

The heavy duty medical restraints were waterproof, designed to hold even
a completely comatose or catatonic patient in the desired position.  She
was spread like a frog, knees folded up to her shoulders, forced apart by
the sturdy network of straps.  Her gut was starting to cramp a little,
the urge to expel the enema growing stronger as she was firmly strapped
into position, spread wide over the toilet sunk into the floor.

The powerful spray of hot water sluiced over her clitoris with unerring
accuracy.  At first it was a stinging spray but it was soon cascading
over the sensitive bundle of nerves like white water, frothing and
foaming and pounding against her, stimulation that was too intense and
yet deliciously painful as her bowel clutched, her sphincter relaxing as
she began to expel the enema in long squirts.

Although the hydrotherapy's stated purpose was simply for hygiene and an
increased circulation and improved blood flow to the area, she
experienced several orgasms before she successfully expelled the entire
enema.  After the prescribed number of minutes for the hydrotherapy
session had been completed, she was fitted for the first rectal dilator
of the day.

It was designed for long term wear, complete with a ventilation hole to
ensure that there was no uncomfortable pressure build up.  She wore the
dilator in a training belt that she wore to remind her of her ultimate
use whenever she left the house.  The dilator was well designed and
caused her no problems as she attended her yoga class followed by her
daily Pilates work out.

Upon her return home, she stripped naked the minute she was inside the
door, dropping to her knees and pressing her forehead to the ground,
patiently waiting until her training belt and the first daily dilator was
removed from her ass.   The second daily spanking was more demanding, a
rubber slapper once again used to maximize the sting and burn without the
hazard of welts or bruises.

A slightly lighter touch was used on her breasts, the rubber slapper
biting at her nipples repeatedly, warming her entire breast until each
was flushed a soft pink.   Her nipples stiffened and swelled, crowning
her rosy breasts like ripe raspberries.

With her forehead pressed to the floor once more, the rubber slapper
moved with delicate menace, curling up between her legs for whip kisses
that lapped at her labia, biting at her clitoris, light stinging blows
that sounded crisp and sharp at first, growing wet and juicy and adorned
with soft gasps as sexual fluids ran down her thighs.

A beautiful pink blush warmed her breasts, her hairless sex and her
buttocks and thighs, the scent of her arousal filling the air as she was
helped into position on the examination table.  Deliciously sensitized,
she anticipated the testing and therapies she knew would follow with both
hunger and fear.  Often it was just too immense, too good, the sensations
too intense.  Part of her wondered idly how she might be changing, feebly
trying to decide what changes had been wrought in her psyche by the weeks
and months of `Training'.

It had all seemed like such a lark, six months as the boi toy of a
wealthy sugar daddy, a middle aged dyke with a respectable country life
and a hidden streak of wicked kink light years wide.  She moaned as the
familiar bullet nose of the Hirschfeld speculum pressed against her slick
anus, the heavy stainless steel instrument heavily coated with
lubricant.

Accustomed to the routine, she reached down to hold the speculum steady,
holding her body open as her limbs were strapped firmly to the table.
She could feel the wires dangling from the handle that would carry the
current during her electrical therapy, the touch of the insulated wires
making her shiver, her cunt oozing as new heat flooded her loins.

Foam wedges supported her back, more foam lining the high tech polymer
stirrups her thighs were strapped to.  More straps crossed her body, even
her head was strapped into position.  Finally, her hands were restrained
over her head and the whitehead gag was fitted, firmly holding her mouth
open.  She wasn't silenced, but her ability to communicate had been
removed.

The position was extreme, an obscene exaggeration of the usual clinical
pose used for gynaecological examinations and surgery.  The sound of
latex examination gloves snapping around the wrists of her sugar daddy
made her shudder with longing, more fluid dribbling from her eager cunt.
The central core was removed from the anal speculum, a light used to
illuminate her insides for the initial examination.

It was a happy coincidence that the conducting jelly made such a good
lubricant.  She was shivering and whimpering in anticipation as the TENS
pads were set in pairs surrounding both her holes, clips attaching to the
dangling lines hanging from the Hirshfeld speculum.  Later, there would
be dildos and butt plugs and g spot stimulators, but to start, it was
always the specula.

The vaginal speculum was heavy steel, larger than she had first been able
to tolerate.  Her capacity had been stretched over the weeks, her body
carefully trained to accept the required dilation of the vaginal
sphincter.  She moaned as the heavy steel sank into her body, knowing how
it would carry the current all along the blades of the speculum, ensuring
maximum contact for the first phase of her electrical stimulation
therapy.

The TENS pads ran off a completely different system than the box powering
the current that would be administered by the speculum in each hole.
While the tools penetrating her body would change several times as she
was put through her paces, the TENS pads would stay in position, forcing
her to clamp down with either her vaginal or anal sphincters, helping her
isolate, identify and exercise her PC muscle as well.

There was no need to alter settings or seek out the best frequency.  It
had all been carefully mapped out.  She writhed in the restraints as
current poured into her body through the metal penetrating her ass and
cunt.  It was at precisely the right current, voltage and frequency to
make her wet and eager and desperate to come.

She knew better than to think it would be that easy.

The heavy rubber butt plug that replaced the Hirshfeld speculum had slick
metal contact strips around the neck and up both sides.  It wasn't huge,
but it was big enough to get her attention, particularly since she knew
the feel of it well.  It amused her sugar daddy to set the controls so
that the electrical butt plug fired off her sphincter muscle, essentially
forcing her body to fuck itself with the plug as her muscles contracted
and relaxed according to the settings on the control box.

The g-spot stimulator was a small gold ball that was tucked just inside
her vagina, the positioning plate nestling close, its contact strips
slicked up and gliding over her swollen labia, still pink and flushed
from the whip kisses.  The clitoral suction tube fit neatly through the
access port, while she held the matching tubes for her nipples in
position.  It was always so delicious, holding the tubes, knowing that
she was setting herself up for a long session of extreme suction, often
augmented by electrical stimulation.

The pneumatic pump hissed and thumped, sucking steadily, drawing her
nipples up into the tubes, sucking luxuriously on her clitoris.  Every
fifteen minutes, a discreet alarm would chime, and the suction tubes
would be repositioned, ensuring maximum results and minimizing the
chances of permanent damage.

Her nipples and clitoris were already swollen and enlarged from months of
suction treatment.  The therapy had to be continued daily or the
engorgement would begin to lessen.

The first orgasm was slow to arrive, a gradual swelling until she finally
burst free from the banks in a climax of titanic proportions.  The
current slowly crept up, the plug in her ass fucking her steadily.  She
was being opened up, prepared, her body trained to accept the Service
that would be demanded of it.

She rocked and twisted helplessly in her restraints as she endured the
electrical therapy for the prescribed number of minutes, coming so hard
and so often that her clitoris felt flayed.  There would soon be further
forms of stimulation to accept.  Her sugar daddy had expressed an
interest in urethral insertions, catheters, sounds and even bladder
flushes.   There would soon be several special training sessions at a
special clinic to introduce her to such things.

With her circulation and sensitivity ensured, the small gold ball was
plucked out of her vagina, the loss of the labial shield leaving her
exposed skin feeling cold and vulnerable.  She shivered, knowing what was
to come.

It was the most important part of her training, the Epino, that
deliciously deviant but oh so respectable friend to midwives and women of
all ages.  It was based upon the methods some African women used,
utilizing gourds to train their bodies to accept increasing levels of
dilation in anticipation of childbirth, all but eliminating the need for
episiotomies and tears.  The modern German version of those gourds was
the Epino, with its handy pressure gauges and its carefully controlled
ability to swell and dilate.

The other purpose of the Epino was to develop and restore the strength
and endurance of the pelvic floor, in order to prevent or treat problems
with incontinence.  Happily enough, the same muscles were used during
orgasm.  It was an easy matter to use the Epino and its accompanying
recommended physical therapy regimen for strictly sexual purposes.

Every day, she was put through her paces, contracting her PC muscle until
she reached the targeted number of contractions of the required strength
and duration.  The TENS pads ensured that she didn't get lazy, because
nobody wants to fuck a sloppy hole.  She was then carefully dilated to
her daily target and then the process was repeated for her other hole.

The final exercise of her warm up dilated both sphincters to their
current maximum, producing a small but respectable gape in both holes.
She moaned in anticipation as her sugar daddy checked the laptop.  Every
day, the web clients voted for their choice of exercise for the two
remaining workout periods before she would be permitted to sleep.

Most of her fans were apparently fond of anal penetration and forced
orgasms, with a small but vocal minority fond of enema play and extreme
medical fetish play.   The hydrotherapy and daily enema training was
complimented by weekly therapy sessions involving multiple high volume
retention enemas and high colonics.    Of course, everybody loved the
spankings.

Sometimes she would spend time writing lines in the classroom, wearing a
very short Japanese school girl's uniform.   Although her sugar daddy
eschewed the use of canes entirely, she was regularly birched, hand
spanked and paddled with the teacher's ruler.  It was flexible silicone
and stung more fiercely than just about anything else.  She would sit on
the hard wooden stool, usually with a very large butt plug up her well
spanked ass, as she watched movies and documentaries.

The content of the films were always sexual, ranging from live feeds from
assorted extreme porn sites to documentaries about masturbation and
female sexual anatomy.  She was often given specific toys, and instructed
to masturbate to orgasm.  Other times she was required to write lines
about sexual service or to recite various uplifting thoughts aloud a
thousand times.

Platinum customers had 24/7 access to ever part of her life except those
few hours each day when she attended her yoga class and daily Pilates
training.  Even while she was sleeping, the web cameras broadcast her
image to the Platinum clients.

Gold clients received the feed from specific cameras, but in thirty
minute blocks, while Silver members could access certain footage from the
archives.  Every member had a voice about what activities she would
participate in for each of the two exercise periods during every day.
The enema enthusiasts gained access to the enema and hydrotherapy
treatments for a small additional fee.

Sometimes she wore a corset and a beautiful gown, and drank tea and was
fucked by machines until she came so hard she nearly blacked out.  Other
times she was bound and had her clitoris electrically stimulated until
she was screaming as she came.  Sometimes she was tortured with plugs
made of fresh raw ginger, her clitoris stimulated with more ginger even
as it burned in both her holes.

The Sybian was a favourite with many, particularly when it was paired
either with bondage, electrical play or suction therapy.  Of course, 95%
of the time, she was penetrated anally when mounted on the Sybian.  The
vibrations were still as stunning and she always came like a freight
train derailing.  There were rumblings from several Platinum customers
that said she should be trained to take the g spot attachment, a hugely
bulbous affair that would be a challenge to take vaginally, let alone
anally...to say nothing of what the effect of the Sybian's vibration,
twisting and rotating features did to it while it was in her ass.

It wasn't inconceivable that she could be trained to accept it.  It was
certain that if she could mount it, the attachment would ensure massive
orgasms from anal stimulation.  While it wasn't quite in the category of
large object insertions, it came close to fisting.  She was currently
being trained with sensory pairing, using the Epino's anal dilation
regimen combined with clitoral stimulation to induce orgasm.

There were even a few clients who proposed training her to orgasm during
double fisting.  It was important to note that in all exercises, she was
forced to orgasm repeatedly.  While her body could undoubtedly have
endured more, it wasn't any fun unless she was coming her brains out.

While the methods and details changed, and the levels of pain she endured
simultaneously with the pleasure changed as well, each exercise period
ensured that she was penetrated both anally and vaginally.  Clitoral
suction, with its accompanying engorgement and swelling, was extremely
popular, as was pussy whipping and cunt torture in general.

Her life was surreal, day after day beginning with the words, "I Serve
and Obey".  Each morning's rituals were the same and then the various
afternoon delights.  There were the weekly colonic irrigations, school
room sessions of several types, deportment and manners in the Victorian
style at least twice weekly and various creative torments devised by her
devoted fans.

She came uncounted times every day.  She was beginning to think that so
many orgasms had an effect on the brain.  It had to be the hormones or
something.  The pelvic floor training helped, of course.  Orgasm was a
physical act, and the muscular control, the strength, flexibility and
endurance qualities of her well trained PC muscle meant that she came
hard and often.

It wasn't a bad life.

Just sometimes she wished she could remember her name.