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Master Chris 48
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Interview for the Clinic © 1990 Master Chris
Story #48 in the Master Chris Collection
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Cynthia was in the shower when the phone rang. "Hello?", she
asked.
"Hi. It's me, Chris. Are you ready for an adventure?"
Cynthia's breathing quickened right away. Underneath the towel
she had thrown around herself, she felt her long, thick nipples
stiffen.
"Mmmmm, sure."
"Good. A taxi will be in front of your apartment in exactly 30
minutes. The driver will take you where you're supposed to go."
"But what should I wear? What's going to happen?", asked Cynthia
but the line was already dead. Hurriedly Cynthia got herself
ready. Five more minutes in the bathroom and another five with a
blow dryer and she was ready to get dressed. 'What am I supposed
to wear?', she wondered. Each "adventure" of her boyfriend had
resulted in something new. Most often, she had been told
precisely how to prepare. "Master" Chris usually insisted on no
panties or bra and light or revealing clothing. Each time the
instructions had been exact except this time. Did that mean that
she was to wear the same thing or did it mean that she wasn't?
Cynthia looked over her wardrobe and settled on a compromise.
Since the weather was warm, she picked her light yellow sundress
which was backless. She knew that Chris loved it. The sundress
precluded a bra so that question was settled but after some
deliberation, she decided on panties. Rummaging through her
drawer she found the ones she wanted. White lace with high
french cut legs. Cynthia's pubic hair was light and blond just
as she was and, since she had been shaved only a couple of months
ago, she was sparsely covered. Cynthia looked herself over in
the full length mirror. "Not bad.", she said. Just looking at
her made her even more excited. She had been so busy getting
ready that she hadn't even looked at the time. Now she realized
that if she didn't hurry downstairs, she would be late! Grabbing
her purse and slipping into her white high heels, she ran for the
elevator. As the doors opened on the first floor, she saw the
yellow cab pull up in front of the building. Before she had even
really thought about what was going to happen tonight she was
safely sitting in the back of the cab.
"Good evening Miss.", said the cab driver.
"Hello."
Cynthia paused for a long moment then asked the question that she
had been trying to think about for the last 30 minutes. "Can you
tell me where we're going?" The cab driver seemed not to hear
her. Instead he reached down and held a white large envelope
over his shoulder to her.
"Please read this Miss."
Cynthia opened the envelope slowly. The anticipation of the
"adventure" was becoming more and more exciting. She took a deep
breath and looked inside the package. Pulling out the contents,
Cynthia discovered a letter, a page with questions and answer
blanks on it and a felt tipped pen. The driver reached up and
turned on the dome light so that she could read. Cynthia started
with the letter.
Dear Cynthia,
I know that you'll be wondering by now what
is about to happen. Don't worry, you're in good
hands. The driver knows exactly where you are
going and will bring you there safely. Your drive
will be approximately 20 minutes and will bring
you to an office building in the suburbs. During
the ride you are to complete the accompanying
questionnaire and to obey all instructions of the
driver. When you arrive at the office building,
go inside and take the elevator to the forth
floor. You are expected in room 441. When you
enter, you will be told what to do. If you obey
all of you instructions, you will have an evening
of unequaled pleasure.
Have fun!
Master Chris
Cynthia's heart was pounding by the time she finished the short
note. What was awaiting her in room 441? Would she have to
expose herself and her submission in front of other people? She
had been asked to do so in the past and the experience had been
at once humiliating and intensely exciting. Cynthia put aside
the letter and looked at the questionnaire. The questions were
multiple choice and the answers simply had to be ticked off with
the pen at the right. Altogether there were only a dozen
questions.
1. Are you wearing a dress? Yes/No
2. Are you wearing pants? Yes/No
3. Are you wearing a blouse? Yes/No
4. Are you wearing a skirt? Yes/No
5. Are you wearing a bra? Yes/No
6. Are you wearing panties? Yes/No
7. Are you wearing pantyhose? Yes/No
8. Are you wearing stockings? Yes/No
9. What kind of shoes are you wearing? Running
shoes High
Heels
Flats
Sandals
Other
10. Is your pubic hair completely shaved? Yes/No
11. When were you last spanked or paddled?
Less than a week ago
Less than a month ago
Less than six months ago
Less then a year ago
12. Are you wearing a butt plug or vibrator or do you have
any foreign objects in your vagina or anus?
Yes/No
13. When did you last masturbate? Less than a day ago
Less than a week ago
Less than a month ago
Less then six months ago
14. Are you submissive? Yes/No
15. Will you follow all of the instructions given to you?
Yes/No
Cynthia blushed as she read some of the questions. They were
questions that she had never answered for anyone but her "Master"
before. Realizing that time was moving by very quickly, however,
she quickly circled her answers and then stuffed the
questionnaire back into the envelope. She finished just in time
because a moment later, the taxi stopped outside a low office
building that looked closed for the night.
"Here's your stop Miss."
"Are you sure it's open? It sure looks dark."
The driver chuckled. "The front door will be open. Have you
completed your questionnaire?"
Cynthia nodded.
"OK then, off you go. All you have to do is follow instructions.
Cynthia got out of the cab and a moment later it was gone,
leaving her alone in front of the dark building. A cool breeze
gently blew across her legs and for the first time, Cynthia
realized that the excitement was a real turn on. Clutching her
envelope to her chest she tentatively walked to the front door.
Half expecting it to be closed, she pushed at the glass door and
to her surprise found herself inside the office lobby. The main
lights were off but the night lighting was more than sufficient
for her to find her way to the elevators one of which was
waiting. The ride to the forth floor seemed to take a long time
but the walk from the elevator to room 441 was even longer. Now,
nervously, Cynthia found herself standing in front of the office
door, holding her questionnaire and wondering what awaited her
within. Her palms were sweaty and her breath shallow as she
tentatively turned the door knob and entered.Inside the door was
a regular office lobby and facing her was a reception desk.
Unlike the rest of the building, the office was completely lit
and behind the desk was a pretty secretary about 20 years old.
"Good evening." said the girl. "Do you have your questionnaire
with you?"
Cynthia blushed as she nodded. Here was a girl easily five years
younger and Cynthia was disconcerted to realize that the girl
knew that she was submissive. The receptionist held out her hand
for the envelope and reluctantly, Cynthia turned it over. To
Cynthia's further embarrassment, the young girl opened the
envelope and read over Cynthia's answers before looking up. When
she did so there was a small smile on her face.
"You can wait over there." she said, "You'll be called in
shortly.
Cynthia sat down on one of the waiting room chairs and waited as
the girl got up and went into the office area. It was almost
five minutes before she returned but it seemed like five hours to
Cynthia. Finally the girl came back.
"Follow me."
Without even thinking, Cynthia was on her feet and following the
pretty brunette. The girl's short skirt showed off her legs
nicely and Cynthia wondered if she too was submissive. The girl
stopped outside the door labeled 'conference room' and turned to
Cynthia.
"When you go inside, stay standing until you're told to move
elsewhere. Are you excited?"
Cynthia nodded her head.
"Good. Me too. Have fun!", whispered the girl then she leaned
forward and opened the door.
Cynthia felt her hand at the small of her back propelling her
into the room before closing the door quickly behind her.
Cynthia looked around the room. It was only half lit and had
been arranged in a sort of tribunal style. Behind a wide table
were several people that Cynthia couldn't make out very well.
Just in front of the table was a circle of light.
"Good evening Cynthia. Move forward into the light please.",
said a deep male voice that Cynthia did not know.
Slowly, in a shuffling step, Cynthia did as she was told. Now in
the light, it was virtually impossible to recognize anyone. The
best she could do was to see five shapes sitting on the other
side of the table. Was her Master here? She didn't even know.
"We'll be getting started right away Cynthia. You have been
brought here by your Master to be evaluated. Should your
evaluation go well, you will be entering a Clinic or Spa of sorts
where the next phase of your training as a submissive will take
place. Would that excite you?"
"Yes.", whispered the young blond.
She could almost here the man smile at her answer.
"Remove your shoes Cynthia."
Quickly, Cynthia leaned down to pull them from her leaving her
barefoot on the carpet.
"Very well then now please remove your dress".
Cynthia gasped. She looked around her, hoping that there might
be a place she could undress in privacy and thus retain at least
a bit of modesty but there was none. Cynthia's fingers trembled
as she reached for the straps of the dress. Slowly, as though to
postpone her exposure for as long as possible, she pulled the
straps down her arms and then, with only her arm holding the
dress up on her breasts, she finally let go. The light cotton
dress fluttered to her ankles ending up in a pool there. The
young blond was now left wearing only the thin lace panties she
had put on earlier. Cynthia's hands automatically went to cover
her breasts.
"Hands behind your head please." said a new voice, this one
female.
Cynthia slowly clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting her
breasts forward for inspection. Despite herself, her nipples
stiffened until the dark brown nubs were sticking out almost 3/4
of an inch. Cynthia's nipples had been an embarrassment for her
since she was in high school. They were not only the longest
nipples of any woman she had ever met, they were thick and
mostly, they were very dark. Whenever Cynthia wore a light
colored blouse, the dark circles of her nipples always showed
through even if she wore a bra (which was rare). When her
nipples got hard, as they were now, they were the most prominent
part of her body.
"Have you ever had clips attached to your nipples Cynthia?" asked
a new male voice.
"Yes." answered the girl in a voice just above a whisper.
"Are your nipples sensitive? Have you ever had an orgasm just by
touching them?" asked another of her inquisitors.
The questioning went on for several minutes. Finally, the
questioners seemed satisfied.
"Very well Cynthia." said the first voice.
"Please remove your panties now."
Cynthia had almost forgotten that she was still covered. The new
instruction had her blush for about the hundredth time that
evening. Cynthia hooked her thumbs in the thin lace panties and
started to pull them down. She hesitated a long moment with the
panties just at the top of her sparsely covered pussy feeling the
eyes of her inquisitors looking on intensely. Finally, as though
making a decision with herself, she pulled the panties down and
off of her body.
"Hands back behind your head." said the woman.
Cynthia dutifully followed her instructions. Over the next ten
minutes, Cynthia was asked detailed questions about her sex life
and about every intimate thing she had ever done sexually. The
questions did not leave out the B&D aspect of her life and she
was obliged not only to describe what she liked and what had been
done to her but she was made to turn and show the faint marks on
her bottom of her last paddling as well as holding her inner
pussy lips open to show all of herself. Finally, she was left to
stand in her exposing position.
Behind her, Cynthia heard the door to the office open and someone
walk in. Cynthia turned her head and saw the young receptionist
wheeling in a contraption that Cynthia had never seen before.
The leather and metal device looked like something from Nautilus
but Cynthia had an idea that it was designed for something quite
different. The girl led the now naked blond over to the device
and had her stand with her belly pressed up against a leather
pad. Cynthia's hands were attached to the device with velcro
straps that had her arms stretched forward on either side of the
pad. Behind her the girl touched a button and suddenly the
entire device came alive! The pad against which Cynthia was
pushed was tilting forward from the vertical to a 45 degree
angle. Cynthia's straps pulled her forward, firmly attached to
the straps. The device stopped and now Cynthia felt her knees
being pulled apart to be attached to other parts of the machine.
A moment later, the leather pad tilted forward again to about 20
degrees.
Now the entire pad with Cynthia suspended upon it began to rise
slowly until it was about three feet above the floor. The girl
touched another button and Cynthia felt her knees being bent and
then slowly pulled wider and wider apart until she was completely
spread open. Now the lower part of the pad that Cynthia was
suspended on folded away leaving only a two foot section
supporting Cynthia's stomach and chest. The upper part of the
pad that Cynthia's breasts were pressed into was also folded back
allowing her firm breasts to hang free. Cynthia's forehead was
resting on a well placed leather pad.
The device finally stopped its movement and Cynthia realized that
not only was she helplessly bound to the diabolical device but
that she had never been so opened and exposed. Her pussy and
anus were completely open and available and her breasts were now
hanging freely below her tipped by the still erect nipples. The
girl left Cynthia there for a couple of minutes letting her savor
her position. Behind her, Cynthia felt the members of the
"Tribunal" moving closer to exam their victim.
After several embarrassing minutes had passed Cynthia heard the
voice of the woman examiner."Lubricate her." The touch of the
young girl's finger came a moment later as she slid a coolly
lubricated finger deep into Cynthia's tight anus. Cynthia pulled
at her bonds but there was no possibility of escaping her
predicament. The lubrication continued for several minutes until
Cynthia was panting with excitement. The delicate fingers of the
girl were removed to be replaced by the touch of what Cynthia
knew must be a rectal plug. Sure enough the plug was firmly
pressed into Cynthia's rectum until only the "T" handle was
showing.
Now Cynthia felt more hands touching her breasts. The long thick
nipples that had advertised her lust were pulled and pinched by
the strange hands as Cynthia got wetter and wetter. "Look at
that", exclaimed the woman, "She's soaking wet."A moment later,
Cynthia felt the warm breath of the woman on her pussy and then,
to Cynthia's surprise, the woman's tongue suddenly slid warm and
wet across Cynthia's pussy lips and clitoris. Cynthia cried out
at the exquisite sensation. The woman was an expert and although
Cynthia was certain that she was about to come, the woman kept
her on the edge for ages. Finally the insistent tongue stopped
as did the fingers at her breasts.
Cynthia was left for a moment before feeling the sharp pinch of a
nipple clip being attached to her oversensitive right nipple.
Cynthia whimpered that it hurt but her pleas were unheard as the
left nipple was also pinched by the metal device. Cynthia
involuntarily clenched her ass at the sensation and was rewarded
by the unyielding presence of the rectal plug. Cynthia heard
the whistle of the paddle a moment before she felt the searing
heat in her left buttock. Before she could gasp a lungfull of
air to cry out the leather covered paddle had fallen again, this
time on the right buttock.
Cynthia's over sensitized body felt the paddle as though it was
made of molten metal and she cried out in shock at the sensation.
By the tenth stroke, she was breathing in short ragged gasps.
The inquisitor who was punishing her paused for a moment and once
again, Cynthia felt a warm breath underneath her pussy. The
sound and the touch of the tip of a vibrator against the entrance
to her pussy came a moment before the spanking resumed as the
paddle slammed into the naked girl's bottom. The vibrator was
slid deeply into Cynthia's now soaked pussy. Cynthia didn't know
whether to cry out with pleasure or pain and for a moment the two
seemed not so different.
Several smacks later, the vibrator was now firmly lodged in her
and Cynthia knew she was close to an orgasm. The touch of a hot
tongue on the tip of her clitoris was enough to send Cynthia over
the edge. With the leather paddle still descending in a rapid
tattoo on her bottom, Cynthia cried out again and again, pulling
desperately at her bonds as the waves of orgasm racked her body.
Finally, it was over, and the spanking stopped also. Cynthia was
left for several minutes to recover before the strange device
moved again setting Cynthia back on the ground. The young
receptionist had to help her to stand because her knees were so
shaky from the incredible experience. Cynthia was shocked to
find that the receptionist was also completely naked. The two
girls turned to face the table again. It was the voice of
Cynthia's Master who addressed them.
"You are both deemed ready to continue your training if you are
still interested. The training 'Clinic' will demand a week of
your time and I warn you, once you arrive at the Clinic, you will
not be permitted to leave until the week is over and your
training is complete. Do you want to go?"
The two girls looked at each other for a moment before giving
their answer in unison,
"Yes!"
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