CHAPTER 15
I was led from the main office. Janice explained that the doctor would do a complete physical to make sure there was nothing that could potentially hurt me during my training. That was done after I finished up a bit of paper work.
As I crawled along next to her I looked about. The walls were dark wood inserts. We had gone about half way down the hall when Janice took me in to a small cubical that had a desk and chair. On the desk was a folder with my name on it. I sat in the chair and opened the folder. There were my medical records from Dr. Connie, and the x-ray of my mammogram.
'Baby, there's a questionnaire that also needs to be filled out. Please be as specific as possible. It's self- explanatory.'
I pulled out the questionnaire, and found it to be similar to the ones I had seen in the Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns, ALT. com and even a little like Ms. Abernathy’s Training Workbook.
While I was reading over and answering the questions, Janice was getting out some cuffs and anklets. When I saw them a sensation started in my nether regions. I tried to concentrate on what I was filling out, but I seriously believed they had turned up the heat.
Janice’s short white nurse's top with thongs showed just enough to tease. She encircled my left wrist in the soft lambskin cuff and buckled it tight running her finger around the inside to make sure it wasn't cutting off my circulation. Moving around to the other side she had me stop writing and did the same to my right. She knelt in front of the desk and placed the new cuffs on my ankles. She made no move to caress me; it was all done with quiet professionalism.
I finished up the questionnaire and looked through the rest of my stack of papers. There was a consent form, and contract. Skimming over the legal jargon, it was a standard D/s contract:
I, ____________________
, am here of my own free will, and of sound mind and body, to learn the ways of BDSM. I am bound by the rules of the Academy and I will follow said rules…
I looked up at Janice.
'The rules are on the back of that affidavit.'
I flipped it over, sure enough there they were.
Rules: no animals no children no cuts (accidents do happen) no burns no breathe play no smoking or drinking on the premises no other rules, but that of your assigned Dom/Dommie. Tell your Dom/Dommie the truth at all times, immediately.
Well that seemed simple enough. I flipped the page back over and finished reading. As I signed my name to the paper, Janice pulled the leash.
'Down, Baby. The doctor will see you now.'
I went back to my knees and crawled out the door following close on her hells. We came to a frosted glass front door and entered a standard examining room. I was weighed and measured from head to toe. She checked my blood pressure and noted that in my folder.
She led me over to the table and told me to get on it, then put my feet in the stirrups and clipped the cuffs into them. Coming up to my head she attached my wrists together to a bar above my head. I thought that was a bit much for an exam, but, well hey, I guess it was a fantasy they liked to live.
The strap was laid across my midsection and cinched tight. I was immobile. I tried to shift under the strap, but it was not letting me move a hair's breath. I noticed the ceiling; it was mirrored. So were the walls except where the cabinet was.
Janice pulled up a tray table next to me and got out some sort of jelly and applied it in various places on my body, then little white discs with wires were placed on the jelly circles. I panicked. What were they thinking here? I wasn't into electricity play. This was too much.
Janice noticed my distress right away and asked, 'Well, Baby?'
'I need to know what's happening here, please.'
She giggled a little, and placed her hand on my shoulder. 'I’m sorry, Baby, we're going to be running some stress tests on you – nothing that will hurt. We need to see what you are physically able to do. We monitor your responses in here so we can give your Dom/ Dommie an idea of your strong points and shortcomings.'
With that said the door flew open and a man entered wearing a white lab coat, mussed salt and pepper head and a stethoscope. Picking up the file from the tray he plopped it down on my stomach and opened it and shuffled through the papers.
Janice finished attaching electrodes on two of my fingers then connected the ends to a monitor, just like a lie detector test.
'There's no faking it at ASS, Baby,' the doctor said as he touched my chin. 'Okay, let’s begin. Janice, is everything hooked up?'
'Yes, Sir'.
'Alright, state your name please.'
'Baby.'
'Date of birth?'
'91358.'
'Mother's maiden name?'
'MacKenzie.'
Looking over at Janice the doctor asked, 'How did her responses record?'
'Good Doctor.'
'I see you just had a mammogram,' he pat my chest, 'good girl. Everything looks complete here, lets just have a look see for ourselves.' He examined my neck, listened to my heart, and pressed around my abdomen. He re-examined my breasts for any unusual lumps.
He then put on rubber gloves and parted my labia and I found myself catching my breath. This was just an exam – I'd had plenty in my time, I shouldn't have felt so flushed.
'Tell me, Baby, about your birth control'.
'My tubes are tied,' I said, my voice going up an octave as something cold slowly entered me and I knew it to be a speculum into my vagina. He opened the jaws wide, locked them, and proceeds to poke and prod (only thing I could equate it to) for a few moments.
Moving down he did a rectal exam. He had to have dipped his finger in something because it slid right into me. Zack had teased me there but never entered me. I bucked hard on the strap and found my self, straining to be released.
The Doctor placed his hand on the file still on my stomach. 'Easy, Baby.'
I could feel him way up inside me then he was out and removing the speculum. He pulled off his gloves and tossed them in the trashcan.
'Baby, everything looks good here. Janice has a few things to do to get you ready to be presented to the school. Enjoy your stay with us. If you need me my door is always open.' He turned to Janice saying, 'A C, with a medium.' And was gone.
Janice went to the cabinet, pulled out some things and came back to me. Her rubber gloves stroked the inside of my thigh. One of her little fingers was circling my anus and entered stroking the lubricant in gently, hen slid in a plug. It stretched me and I whimpered. My hands had uncurled and were in the stop sign position. Janice stopped only to wiggle and press on again. Relief flooded my senses once it was all the way in. Janice held up a short fat device about three inched long and two inches in diameter. She placed it in my vagina, pushing it inside past the opening. Janice must have clicked a button because it started to move, rolling around the walls of my vagina, then she turned it off. Moving away from me, I thought she might be done. But she was back with what looked like a wax pot. Oh great, she's going to de-hair me now, was the first thought that came to mind, but she went to my nipples and started to roll one between her fingers.
'Baby, I am going to be putting on a type of clear rubber casting in places. These cannot be peeled off. Only
