Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 17:27:14 +1000 (EST) From: Country Mouse 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 The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancellable license to display the work. All other rights reserved. "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.