The Presentation

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Preparing For The Big Event

Date – Friday 16 September 2001

On Friday afternoon Mom and I took a cab to the Royal Plaza hotel, in Downtown Disney, and Mark met us at the door, getting the bell boy to take our luggage up to the room he’d booked for us on the 6^th floor. In the meantime we went into the lounge, and Mark reassured us that all the arrangements had been made, and all was going to plan for Saturday afternoon. If Mom or I needed anything we were to ring the front desk, and they would sort it out, but if they couldn’t then we were to ring Mark, and he would handle it.

The bell boy brought our key back, so Mark kissed us both, and sent us upstairs to get unpacked, with instructions to meet him by the pool in one hour, wearing our briefest bikinis, and we could relax till dinner time. The room was wonderful, as it had always been when we’d stayed there before, and Mark had ordered fresh flowers, which filled the air with their strong fragrance. Mom and I unpacked our cases, putting everything away, took our dresses out of their carry cases, and hung them both up so any creases would fall out, then we each placed our Sanctification dildo on our bedside table, but left the box lids closed. We had only taken 45 minutes, so we had time to leisurely get undressed, put on the bikinis that we usually only wore round the pool at home, our pool shoes, and a nearly transparent flowered robe. Mark, of course, was already there waiting for us, and we stood for his inspection, turning a couple of times, and we even bent over to adjust the towels on our lounger so that he could study our butt. When we had his approval, we all laid out in the sun, and Mark ran through some of the events that had been arranged for Saturday morning, so everyone knew what was happening. We were all to meet for breakfast at 8am, Granddad and Uncle Robert would be there as well, since they were arriving at about 5pm on Friday, then Mom and I were to be back in our rooms by 9am for the preparations. We had both expected that it would just be the hairdresser, but Master Mark informed us that when we returned after breakfast we were to undress completely, put on only a pair of strappy high heeled sandals, then remain naked till the last possible moment when our dresses were fitted.

The hotel beauty teams would arrive to look after us, and we could offer our own suggestions for what we preferred, but in the main, they would already have their instructions from our Master, and we were expected to be obedient to them.

It was getting quite warm now, so Mark suggested we take a swim to cool off, and he was also interested to see our swimsuits when they were wet. We all slipped into the water, gently swimming for a while, then stopping to chat some more, swimming again, chatting some more, and gradually becoming very comfortable together. After a while we got out, returning to our chairs, and we were kept standing, dripping wet, while Mark inspected our bikinis again, saying how much better they looked now. Mom was wearing a light pink, tie side bikini, with no lining, and now it was wet, the material was semi-transparent, and very clinging, moulding to the curves between her legs, in a delicious camel-toe. Mark told her to place her feet apart, and we could now see right between her thighs, and along the groove of her slit, where the bottoms sank into her outer lips. Reaching out with one hand, Mark pointed out to me, that we were able to see Mom’s new pussy rings, and he gripped one through the material, pulling it gently sideways. Mom said they had healed nicely, and there was only a very slight soreness, which she hardly noticed, but every time she moved, the rings would rub against her clit, and excite her. The waist and chest ties on her suit ran through the material, rather than being attached, and Mom was told to slide them further along, narrowing the bra cups till the sides of her titties were quite well exposed.  Then she had to adjust the bottoms, at the front so that her hip line was revealed, and at the back so that half her butt cheeks were on show.

Mark then turned his attention to me, saying my pale blue suit was just as lovely, with a sweet mound, so obviously bare, and my central piercing highlighting the top of my cute little slit. He said my nipples were more prominent than Mom’s, though not as dark, but they looked much harder, and poked out beautifully. Master Mark ordered me to adjust my swimsuit, as he’d done with Mom, but I had to widen the cleavage on my top till the edge of my aureole was just visible. He instructed me to roll down the waistband of the bottoms, then again, and then some more, till the crease on lower tummy was showing, just where my pussy mound swells out. At the back, there were several inches of the groove between my cheeks on display, and if someone stood behind me, they would probably be able to see right down to my asshole.

Now that we were nicely on show, we lay down to work on our tan again, with Mark giving us instructions to adjust out position every now and then, widen our feet, raise a knee slightly, turn onto our front. At this point he reached over to undo the ties on our bikini tops, so we didn’t get strap marks, he said, carefully placing the ends on our towel, and accidentally running his fingers along the side of my breasts. Several times he asked us to raise up slightly, so that my nipples were just touching the lounger, and my titties were hanging down in full view beneath me. When we next turned over, on our backs this time, we had to leave the bikini top untied, so it was just resting on our bare breasts. Master Mark now unfastened our bikini bottoms as well, ensuring the material covered our intimate places, then instructed us to remain still as he took a spritz bottle from my bag. I was getting very warm anyway, and the cool spray felt lovely as the water hit my skin, though it was cold enough to make me jump slightly. When he’d given both Mom and I a quick spritz, he quietly described how nice our bodies looked with the beads of water standing on the oiled skin, then he listed all the young men that were discretely looking over at us, and quite a few women as well. After a few minutes, he spritzed us again, but this time only on our swimsuits, which he said had been drying out too much, but had now become transparent again, so our curves were once more on display. Leaning forward, Master Mark whispered that he wanted my nipples more erect, and he began to ask me if I wanted my bikini taking off, so I could get an all over tan. The thought of laying naked by a hotel pool had me panting with excitement in seconds, and I wondered if he would really do it, just then his fingertips stroked the top of my leg, close to my bikini line, and I felt my nipples harden as he brushed the material of my bikini bottoms. He moved his hand upward, over my hip, along my waist, my ribcage, then I felt him pulling gently on the string from my bikini top, making the material slip sideways just a little. When he stopped, Mark told me to lay still, as my right nipple was just peeping out, and if I moved too much I would expose my breast. He then had me open my legs a little, raising my knees just slightly, then told me to thrust my hips upward the tiniest bit, as if I had fingers reaching down into my slit, and I was trying to rub against them. I could feel the gusset of my bikini bottoms moving between my legs with each thrust, although they stayed in place, but the material rubbed across the ring that pierced my clitoral hood, pressing it against my rapidly hardening clit. He had me stroke my own fingers across my bare tummy, keeping the gentle thrust of my hips going, as he leaned over to Mom, and started to get her worked up as well. I could hear him whispering to her, but couldn’t make out any words, though I knew he was building her sexual excitement as much as he had mine. He told us both to lay still while he went to the bar, then came back a few minutes later with a glass of ice, telling us to close our legs, as we had got far too hot and bothered. Gently, he placed an ice cube on each side of our bikini tops, right over the nipple, well leaning against it actually, as they were sticking up so far, then he placed an ice cube on the bottoms, where our raised knees, and the top of our thighs caused a small valley. While the initial cold was a shock against the skin of my legs, the place where it rested against the top of my slit felt amazing. As the ice cube melted in the sun, cold water trickled over my clit, and down my slit, like fingers in my panties, and I could even feel it on my bottom. When the ice was nearly gone, Mark would add another one, and the cold began to build up slowly, in stark contrast to the heat of the sun beating down on the rest of my warm body. When we had been tormented for ten minutes, we were told to lay on our front, which was quite a task with our suits unfastened, and I’m sure I flashed most of my bits as I manoeuvred into my new position. Mark carefully adjusted my untied bottoms to cover my butt, only as he did, he slipped an ice cube into the crease between my bum cheeks, keeping his hand resting on my butt while he pressed the ice against my sensitive flesh. While we chatted, Mark kept slipping another ice cube down our swimsuits every few minutes, and they would gradually slide over my bottom, then down the groove of my pussy, till they rested against my throbbing clit.

At just after 5pm, we tidied ourselves up, Mark tying our bikinis up for us, because our hands were full trying to stop them falling on the floor, then we went upstairs to get dressed. We met downstairs in the lounge, and half an hour later Granddad and Uncle Robert arrived at the hotel, so Mom and I introduced them to Mark, then we sat down and they got to know each other. Mark got on with Granddad really well, as they were both in Finance, and he also had a passion for science and engineering, which were Uncle Robert’s field of expertise. The other thing all three of them had in common, was a love for Mom and I, so they were really looking forward to what they called “The Big Event”, the next day. Before we knew what time it was, a waitress came over to Mark, letting him know that his table was ready if we wanted to come for dinner, so we adjourned to the restaurant for a lovely family meal, which now included Master Mark. We weren’t late going to bed, as we would have a busy day on Saturday, so the gentlemen escorted us to our room, kissed us goodnight, and agreed to meet at breakfast in the morning.

We got up early on Saturday morning for breakfast with the guys, then Mom and I were back in our room well before 9am for when the hotel beauty teams would arrive to look after us. Following Master Mark’s instructions we undressed completely, put on a pair of high heeled silver sandals, then we were to remain naked for the rest of the day until our dresses were fitted. This meant we would be fully exposed to a lot of the hotel staff, and we were expected to be obedient to them, because Master Mark had already told them what needed to be done, but Mom and I didn’t know what to expect. We were both stood at the end of our beds, feet apart, hands behind our back,  when the first knock came, so I answered the door, opening it fully while two beauty therapists introduced themselves, then standing back while they entered. I resumed my position by the bed, then explained to the girls, who were both about 19 years old, that Master Mark had put us at their disposal to be made ready for him.

“I will make a presentation of my virginity to my Master this afternoon,” I continued, “so you must be careful that I’m not penetrated, other than that, you have a free reign to do as you please.”

One of the girls, Mandy it said on her name badge, explained that they were beauty therapists, and they were here to give us a wax, then read from her work ticket, “It says, underarm, legs, and bikini, so we’ll just put a sheet over the beds, and you can both lay on your back for us.”

“Yes Miss.” we both said together, and lay down when they told us, calmly putting our hands by our side.

Mandy plugged in her heater, to warm the wax, while Jenny opened a box of cotton strips, then they chatted to us, while the heater did its work, getting us to explain that we were both submissive, and would indeed obey them. They moved our hands to behind our head, so they could work on our underarms, then moved our legs wide apart, so they had access to our legs. In this position our recent clitoral piercings were plainly visible, so they pulled and twisted them as we related how they had been fitted by the doctor, at Master Mark’s request. Mandy spread my pussy lips apart to inspect my cherry, while Jenny opened up Mom’s juicy slit, asking if she was allowed to be penetrated, and when Mom said that she was, Jenny slid two fingers deep inside her, while Mandy stroked my already erect clit.

When the wax was heated, they spread it on our underarms, laid the cotton strips over it, then, while it cooled, they spread more wax over our breasts, especially the nipples. It was much hotter on this delicate flesh, so they covered them in cotton, then added a second layer of hot wax, another layer of cotton, then returned to finish off our underarms. They tore the strips off with a flourish, and a squeal from both of us, then ran their hands over the skin to make sure we were absolutely hairless there.

The strips on our breasts had cooled now, and Mandy said this might sting a bit, as she ripped the wax strips off first one breast, then the other, making me squeal even louder. It felt like my nipples had been torn off, then Mom squealed twice as the wax strips on her breasts were pulled off, but instead of using their hands to check if we were smooth, Mandy and Jenny sucked our nipples into their mouth. They licked, sucked, and even nibbled with their teeth on the sensitive teats, and I squirmed on the bed as my pussy tingled with sexual pleasure.

They worked on our legs next, fronts first, from ankle to groin, waxing one side, then stripping the other side, left right, left right, then we were turned over, and the back of out legs waxed perfectly smooth. Mandy and Jenny checked very carefully that they’d done a good job, running their hands up and down our bare skin, especially at the top, between our thighs, brushing their fingers over our spread pussies till we came.

We were turned onto our back for a bikini wax, but since Mom and I were both bare already, instead of waxing just the edges, we had the whole pubic mound waxed, and Mandy had also turned the heater up. It felt like my pussy was being burned as the hot wax was spread over my bare flesh, and I could hear Mom moaning as well, while Jenny coated her pussy in wax. When the cotton strips had been spread all over our sore pussy flesh, Mandy pressed another piece of folded cotton into my wet slit, just below my clit, then Jenny began to drip the hot wax onto my sensitive little button. The heat was agony to bear, but I gritted my teeth, focusing the pain into my soft pleasure centres, and my suffering pussy blossomed as the heat spread all the way through the delicate flesh. I could feel my juices beginning to leak out, running down over my anal entrance, pooling in the small of my back. While my wax was left to cool, Mandy and Jenny began to work on Mom’s slit, dripping hot wax on her clit, as she squealed in pain. When the girls came back to me, I thought they were going to pull the wax strips off my pussy, but instead, Jenny pulled my clit ring upwards, and I could feel my hood peeling open. Mandy brought over the hot wax again, and this time dripped it on the top surface of my clit, making me clench my tummy so tight, that I pee’d myself. She tucked a towel between my legs, then dripped more hot wax on my suffering clitoris, and as it began to set, Jenny pulled my clit hood further open so that even more wax filled the top of my slit. Mandy now began to drip the wax on top of my hood, encasing it completely, even round the piercing itself so that the gold ring was supported, sticking straight out. While I cooled off, they went back to Mom, covering her clit completely, as they’d done mine, pulling her two rings apart to make a bigger space that held more of the cruel hot wax around her clit and pierced hood.

I was surprised that pulling the strips off my pussy mound wasn’t more painful than it was, but Mandy ran her hands over my skin, saying that it was nice and smooth, then she bent over and licked my soft flesh. When she spread the hot wax over my labia, it really stung the delicate petals, then I had to lift my legs so she could get to my anal crease, which hurt even more as the hot wax coated my rosebud as well. Mandy was very careful taking the strips off my pussy lips, saying she didn’t want to damage my cherry by pulling me too much, but she ripped the wax off my bottom with one big yank. Now I was perfectly smooth for my Master, except that I still had a big lump of wax at the top of my slit, encasing my clitoris, so Mandy dug her fingernails beneath it, and began to pull, stretching my tender button. She was careful not to pull my slit upwards too much, but she was quite happy to tug it down, and twist it from side to side, stretching my hood, as well as my clit. It was fairly painful, but having my hard clit manhandled like that had me almost climaxing, then at last it pulled lose, and my pink shaft was left exposed. Mandy now rubbed some moisturiser into all the places she’d waxed, underarms and legs first, then my titties, and finally my pussy, working plenty of lotion round my throbbing clit until I came. Mandy and Jenny packed up their equipment, and I showed them to the door, thanking them both for taking care of us so nicely, as I stood naked in my doorway, on full view to anyone who might have walked down the corridor.

Closing the door, I went and joined Mom, standing at the bottom of our beds again, as we waited for the next team to arrive and pamper us, admiring our reflection in the large mirrors we were facing. There was a knock at 10am, and I answered the door, still dressed in just my sandals, letting the nail technician into the room, then once more explaining to this young girl, that Master Mark had put us at her disposal to be made ready for him.

“I will make a presentation of my virginity to my Master this afternoon,” I continued, “so you must be careful that I’m not penetrated, other than that, you have a free reign to do as you please.”

Once we had assured her that she was in complete control of us, Claire explained that she would normally have us sit across the table from her while she buffed and polished our fingernails, but today she had me kneel on a cushion in front of her, with my knees apart, and my hands resting on her bare thighs. She had pulled her skirt up so that I was looking at her panty covered pussy, and she lifted each of my hands in turn as she did my nails. Mom was knelt on a cushion beside me, knees apart, hands behind her back, waiting for her turn. When Claire had painted the base coat on my nails, she left it to dry, moving her chair in front of Mom, and removing her panties before she sat down. Mom now had a perfect view of Claire’s neatly trimmed pussy, the tight groove slowly opening as the girl spread her thighs wider apart. She swapped between us several times, showing off her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter as she painted our fingernails a deep shimmering red.

When she’d finished with our hands, Claire had us lay back on the floor, with the cushion beneath our head, then she had me lift up my right foot, and rest it on the chair she was sitting in. She moved forward a little, and my heel was pressed into her wet pussy slit, her knees wide apart, and she pressed my toes down onto her mound. As she moved my foot about, buffing and polishing my nails, she was rubbing herself off on my foot, and I could feel her juices coating my sole. I had to keep my legs spread apart as well, so that Claire could look directly down into my own pussy, and every so often, she would lift her foot, and rest the heel of her shoe on my soft pussy mound. When she painted Mom’s toenails, she had removed her shoes, and instead of standing on Mom’s pussy, she worked her toes into her slit, spreading it apart, and rubbing her big toe on Mom’s clit. It took nearly an hour for Claire to finish, and as she was getting ready to leave, I had to answer the door to the hairdressers, but Claire had walked up behind me, asking me to let her pass. In this position, I had to actually step out into the corridor, and Claire stood in the doorway, chatting to her colleagues about how much fun they were going to have with us. Just then one of the housemaids came down the corridor with her cleaning cart, and I had to step back to let her pass, so I was now on the opposite side of the corridor to my room, totally naked, except for my silver sandals. The housemaid stopped to ask if I needed my bed turning down, taking time to study my exposed body, till I asked her to return at 3pm, when I would be finished.

The two hairdressers, Sarah and Denise, followed me into the room, and I took up my position at the bottom of the bed while I explained to this new team our availability, and restrictions. They had no specific instructions, other than styling our hair for a formal occasion, so we asked if they could put it up for us, without it being so fragile that it would drop if we were too active, nor so rigid that we couldn’t let it down later in the evening. Sarah told us to step forward, and she got behind me to quickly brush my hair through, then ran her hands through it to see how the length would pile up. Denise went behind Mom and did the same with her hair, and both girls put our hair temporarily into half a dozen different styles, before we had a couple that looked promising. Sarah took some jaw clamps out of her workbox, fastening them in my hair to hold it in place, and two long spring clips to keep the back up, then she sat me in a chair, facing the mirror. She told me to put my hands between my thighs, and keep them there, then began taking the clamps out, to brush my hair again. Instead of putting the jaw clamps back in her box though, she fastened them down the side of my breasts, and the long spring clips were fastened to each of my nipples. They were very painful, more so than when I used my own clamps at home, but the sensations went right to my pussy. Sarah created three different styles for me, each one requiring the removal and return of the jaw clamps and spring clips on my poor titties, till I was squirming in my seat. She seemed to be picking up extra clamps as well, and there were as many clipped to my breasts as there were in my hair by the time she finished. Denise was looking after Mom just the same, and with each style, they would have us stand in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, to make sure it looked right, two naked ladies, with elegant hair do’s, and painfully clamped tits.

Once we had decided which styles to go with, Sarah and Denise began to remove the jaw clamps from our hair, and fit more permanent clips, some of which were concealed when she brushed the hair over them, and some clips with crystal or pearl tops, so that my hair looked full of jewels. She sprayed a little bit of fixer, to catch the stray ends, but it was hardly noticeable, and my hair was still lovely and soft.

Sarah set the whole thing off with two hair vines, one on each side, with curving fronds made from fine twisted wire decorated with real freshwater pearls and superb Swarovski crystals. There were several different shapes of crystal in this design, ranging from tiny diamond shaped clear A.B. crystals, which added a little extra sparkle and airiness, to several larger facet cut ice clear teardrops. Each hair vine was nearly six inches long, fitted onto a mini comb for security, which Sarah could simply slide firmly into my hair, then use the discreet wire loop near the end of each of the 2 longer lengths to anchor against the hair with a crystal hairpin. She assured me it was very secure once in position, and fastened with the pins, and I would be able to dance all night long. 

Denise fitted a similar pair of vines into Mom’s hair, sweeping them forward instead, creating a different shape than Sarah had done with me, yet with enough similarity that we still looked like a pair. When she had put all her equipment away, Sarah took a few minutes to explain to each of us how we could easily take the other’s hair down, a section at a time, into progressively casual styles. We both thanked them for doing such a beautiful job with our hair, and gave them a hug, before I escorted them to the door, saying I would make sure Master Mark gave them a generous gratuity.

Now we were on our own, Mom and I preened before the mirror, amazed at just how elegant we had been made to look, the head pieces matching our silver sandals rather well, although the lack of clothing between them was not very ladylike, even though we both looked very sexy. There was another knock at the door, and I opened it to find a hotel porter with a trolley from room service, containing our lunch, that Mark had sent up for us. It was very thoughtful of him, we’d forgotten all about eating, but it also meant that we were now on display to a male member of staff, so I returned to my place at the end of the bed. When he asked if he should wait while we put some clothes on, I invited him to carry on, then explained what was happening, that all this had been arranged for us, and we were at his disposal. With a wide smile he asked just how much disposal we were at, so I informed him about my presentation, and that we weren’t to be penetrated. He nodded, and proceeded to set the table for lunch, then came over and ran his hands all over my naked body, then Mom’s as well, saying how nice and smooth our pussy’s were. He showed us to our chairs, seated us properly, then leaned over me, fondling my titties while he explained what had been ordered for our lunch. When he had poured our coffee, he stood behind Mom so he could feel her breasts for a while, then apologised that he had several more guests to serve, so would leave us to our lunch.

Half an hour later, two more ladies from the beauty shop arrived, so I let them in and they explained that they were here to do our make up, and to help us with our dresses. We were seated near the table, and they went to work on us, applying the foundation, blush, eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick, blending everything perfectly into a really subtle, elegant look. When our faces were done, we showed them our underwear, and they helped us both to step into it, taking special care that it was all fitted beautifully, which of course meant that their hands were all over us. Mom and I got quite worked up by their attention to our bodies, and several times they had to wipe up our juicy slits with tissue. The dresses were last, and thankfully fitted a dream, leaving us with ten minutes to spare on our schedule, which the ladies used to fuss and titivate, till they were satisfied that we were well presented.

When they left us, we still had a few minutes left to talk, and Mom reassured me that everything was going beautifully, and it was going to be a wonderful day. I was getting more and more nervous, now that we weren’t so busy with getting ready, because this was what I’d been waiting for since I was sixteen. Not just that I would be losing my virginity, but I was soon going to formally offer it to the very man it had been initially promised to, so many years ago. I felt so proud that I could do this, yet deep inside me was a fear that something would go wrong, and I desperately wanted this day to be a truly memorable one for all of us. Mom gave me a hug, saying that as long as I had all the people I loved around me, then nothing else mattered, so we should now be on our way, so as not to keep our Master waiting.

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Visiting Dr Forrest

Date – 10am Monday 12 September 2011

Master Mark called round at our house to pick us up at 9am, so that he could take my Mom and I to my appointment with Dr Forrest. He’d decided that we should all go together, as there were some things he wanted to discuss with the doctor concerning both of his girls, as he liked to call us. As per his instructions, we’d both dressed quite young, in a cropped blouse that showed our midriff, a hipster skirt to just above mid-thigh, and our highest heels in bright red, what Mom and I called our “Fuck Me” shoes. I’d also put my Fliss silver, pink cat, belly bar, in my navel piercing, so that it showed below my blouse.

When we were shown in to Dr Forrest’s office, I introduced Mark to her formally, as my Master, and after he’d shaken hands, he took a seat, while Mom and I were told to stand at either side of him, just at the back of his chair. It was a power dynamic that I recognised from my college studies, and I knew it placed us in our proper positions, behind our Master, and I was thrilled to take my place there.

Dr Forrest and Mark chatted for a while, it seemed that he was already aware of the development project I’d been enrolled in, from some of his other contacts in the D/s scene, and was interested to learn that this practice had 83 active subjects on their books at the moment. When he enquired how I’d been introduced to the project when I was 12 years old, the doctor explained that Mom and myself had been registered at this practice when they first arrived in Florida. We had been recommended by Mom’s home physician, the man who used to call at Granddad’s house when she was a young girl, although it had actually been Granddad who first suggested we call Dr Forrest. It seemed that our health and welfare had been more closely monitored than we knew. Master Mark said that he was in favour of my continuing in the program, but he now expected to be consulted about the distribution of any study materials, since he was personally responsible for my care and protection. Dr Forrest agreed to have him written up in my notes to that effect, and also to the same conditions for Mom as well, when Mark requested it, though I wondered why.

Dr Forrest called me forward, saying we needed to get started on my procedure, and I was instructed to stand in front of her while she removed my blouse and skirt, leaving me in just my undies and shoes. Mom was also told to step forward, and Master Mark stripped her to her undies like me, then had us stand beside each other while he and the doctor compared our mother and daughter assets. A few more moments and we lost our bra and panties, at which point I was told to climb on the examination table, placing my feet in the stirrups, and the doctor spread my legs wide apart. In this open position, the whole of my shaved pussy was on view, and Dr Forrest invited Mark to examine my offered flesh. The doctor said how unusual it was to find a virgin of my age, and my Master slipped his index finger into my tight entrance, working the digit through the gap in my cherry, saying how precious I looked, and he would treasure this moment, before it was lost forever. Mom was asked to take a look as well, and she stood beside my Master as the doctor prepared her equipment. Mark took my hand in his, telling me to watch in the mirror as Dr Forrest moved the needle close to my pussy, lining it up near the edge of the hole. I twitched when the point was pressed through my membrane, but surprisingly, the pain was no worse than when I force a dildo into myself. It was the anticipation that was worst, waiting for the needle each time the doctor pierced my flesh, but the comfort of being held by my Master made it all worth while, knowing that he was pleased with me. It was over in fifteen minutes, and Dr Forrest warned me not to play with myself before the ceremony on Saturday, or I might break the hymen myself.

Mark now turned to face me, rather than looking at my spread pussy, and took a small box from his pocket, saying that it was customary to give a ring as a present for girls on special occasions, and he had one for me. He held out a very fine gold ring, saying that Dr Forrest had suggested during my medical exam, when I was 21, that I have some piercing done, and this was to be the start of it. Master Mark said that he would consider it a great honor if I would accept this ring, to be fitted vertically through my clitoral hood, as an outward sign of my submission to him.

My heart was pounding as I declared my agreement, thrilled that I would wear Mark’s ring in my treasure spot. I’d often thought about having erotic piercing done when I saw them in the porn I often watched, though I’d never had the courage, but with my Master beside me, I felt I could stand anything for him. He asked if he may kiss me as my intimate flesh was pierced, and in answer, I lifted my lips towards him, feeling the softness of his touch, the warmth of my Master’s flesh on mine. When the needle was pushed through, I was ready for it, and kissed harder, pushing my tongue forward, so gently, feeling it meet his tongue, then softly playing with each other for a moment. When we broke our embrace, Mark lifted my shoulders, and we looked together at the fresh ring standing at the apex of my slit. I was a bit sore, as if I’d been playing with my pussy all night, but I could feel the ring lifting my hood, and also pressing against the shaft of my clit, so that it was sending tingles through me. Dr Forrest suggested that I not wear panties for the next few days, to allow my pussy to heal, and Master Mark made it an order instead, then also extended it to include Mom. He said it had been a while since we’d had a bare pussy day, so now we could enjoy a few in a row, and he’d also get the pleasure of being able to see it.

Mark helped me from the table, walked me over to the long mirror on the opposite wall, then stood beside me as we admired the new look to my young pussy, framed by my suspender belt and stockings, the neat little ring drawing the eye to my slit. After a few minutes, Mark called Mom over to stand the other side of him, saying he wanted to admire his two lovely girls. It was a wonderful sight, Master Mark flanked by his loyal servants, nakedly displaying their charms, both dressed in sensual lingerie, and sexy high heels. After a short while Mark began to frown, and said this image was out of balance, something was missing.

Turning to Mom, he said, “Michelle, you have raised your daughter well, to be a considerate and obedient girl, bringing credit to you, and bestowing honor on myself by wearing a sign of her submission to my will.” Then he brought another box from his pocket, and continued, “Would you also be willing, Michelle to bring praise to your Master’s name by wearing these two rings through your clitoral hood, one on each side of your clitoris, as a sign that your Master surrounds the seat of your pleasure.”

Mom’s face was lighting up with a wonderful smile throughout this speech, and she dipped one knee into a small curtsey, then bowed her head slightly, without ever taking her eyes off Mark’s face. Holding out her cupped hands, she said, “I’m a slut for the pleasures of my cunt, which my Master graciously bestows on his servant. I will wear my Master’s gift with pride, to show everyone how well I am cared for.”

Mark placed the box in her hands, and Mom turned towards the doctor, “Dr Forrest, would you please pierce my flesh, and fit my Master’s rings to me, as he wishes.” Mom climbed onto the table, in the position I had so recently vacated, and I was able to watch as the doctor pushed a needle through each side of my Mom’s hood, right next to her clit, then slipped the gold ring into the small hole she’d made. The effect was stunning, as the rings laid side by side on her outer petals, right at the top of her slit, pulling her hood slightly more forward than it usually sat.

We stood in front of the mirror again, and Mark said that was a much better picture. Mom said it was only slightly uncomfortable, much less than she’d expected, but the sensations in her clit where the rings touched, more than made up for it.

Mark told us to put our skirts and blouses back on, without underwear, then thanked Dr Forrest for looking after us so well, saying he hoped she’d now be able to include the rest of my tests in my next review. On the way out, Mark made an appointment for us to return during the week after the presentation, just for a check up, then he drove us home.

:)

Meeting Master Mark

Meeting Master Mark

Date – Saturday 10 September 2011

Mom and I were up quite early, to make sure we had plenty of time to be at our best for our first face to face meeting with Master Mark. We had breakfast, then showered together, washing each other’s hair, and scrubbing our skin with a body puff till we both glowed. Of course we made sure our most intimate places were thoroughly clean but were very careful not to get each other too sexually excited. I love getting ready with Mom, and there were lots of caresses as we did each other’s hair, applied the best body lotions, put on our makeup, and painted our nails. Master Mark had instructed us to wear hose, so we dressed in suspender belt and stockings, matching bra and bikini panties, with lots of embroidery, lace, and frills, and a front fastening dress with a wide flared skirt. Mom wore Royal Blue, with black trim, while I wore a Pale Blue, with white trim, and we both had black leather court shoes, with our highest heels.

We set off in plenty of time, Mom driving as I was far too nervous, we checked our makeup before we left the car, then at exactly 12 noon we walked into the lounge of the Crown Plaza hotel, in Downtown Disney. Mark was sat in one of the large chairs just inside the doorway, waiting for us, and stood up to greet us as we entered. We all recognised each other easily from the photos on our various websites, and I was quite prepared to make a formal greeting, until I knew what was expected, but Mark smiled, and held his arms open, so we hugged and kissed cheeks, as if we were family. Mark hugged Mom the same way, and we were instantly at ease, as if we’d known each other for years, which we had in a way, but we’d never actually met. Mark directed us to the two chairs facing him, and we all discussed our trips over, and how nice it was that we could get to know each other personally. Mark wanted me to be absolutely sure that I wanted to go ahead with the planned presentation ceremony, and still wished to offer him my virginity. Our contact had been totally based on email so far, and there was always the possibility that we might not get on in real life, Mark had said I might not like the way he laughs, or think that his breath smells horrid. I told him that he had passed the first 2 tests already, because he had a wonderful laugh, and when he hugged me earlier, he smelled good enough to eat. Mark assured us again that all the standard safeguards for meeting strangers will be respected, such as a public place like this one, and at any point either party may back out, without any pressure.

Mark complemented both of us on looking so pretty, and now that we knew each other a bit better, asked if he could have another look at how we were dressed, since he’d been far too busy reading our expressions when we met, to take more than a quick glance at our clothes. He asked me to fetch him a brochure from a display stand near the door, so I went over there slowly, allowing him time to study my outfit, and I was really nervous that I was displaying myself to my Master for the very first time. When I had the requested brochure, I gave him a twirl, so that my skirt spun out, then walked slowly back to my chair, sitting down, then waiting while Mom went to fetch another brochure, so that she could display her dress.

We talked for a few more minutes, then Mark said he’d booked a table for lunch, if that was OK with us, and when we accepted, we stood up, and Mark offered us an arm each, so we could walk into the restaurant together. This was so much nicer than the business lunches I’d attended at work, or any dates I’d been on with my boyfriend when I was younger. Mark was the perfect gentleman, treating Mom and I as if we were celebrities. The Maitre D showed us to our table, tucked away in a corner where we wouldn’t be disturbed, or overheard, and the waitress came over to take our drinks order.

Mark told us he was booked in for three weeks, and would be happy to see us at any time we wished, but didn’t want to intrude, suggesting that at first we meet for lunch each day, either at the hotel, or somewhere nearer to our home if we preferred. Mom suggested Denny’s, near our house, and to make it alternate venues, so neither of us were doing all the travelling. We all agreed, at which point our drinks arrived, and after that Mark added that if any of our meetings seemed to be running on, we could either postpone at a suitable time, to be reconvened later, or we were free to continue if we wished, and he would be honored to buy us dinner. Of course we objected that we couldn’t put him to such an inconvenience, but he wouldn’t hear any opposition, so we finally agreed that we would love to be treated. We ordered our food at this point, continuing our conversation as we learned about each other’s career, homes, and family, then we stopped to eat. The meal was absolutely delicious, set off by a lovely glass of wine, we all refused dessert, then moved on to soft drinks as we carried on talking.

When the waitress had cleared our table, Mark said he’d arranged to use the booth for the rest of the afternoon, if required, as there would be no more guests till the evening meal later on. He explained that it was one of the privileges of being a regular guest, not only for vacations, but for business meetings as well, and management allowed him a great deal of leeway. We were now enlightened as to why Mark had instructed us both to wear a front fastening dress with a wide flared skirt, which he said looked lovely, but we also functional in ensuring our obedience to orders. We were both told to stand up, and raise our skirts, so that our Master could validate our underwear, so of course we complied, lifting them till our lower bellies were on display. The booth had been well chosen, so that as we exposed our stockings, garter belt, and panties, only Master Mark could see us, anyone else would have to approach right up to the table to have a view round the corner. Mark, though, had an unrestricted view along the full length of the restaurant, and would see any of the staff that came our way. After being complimented on our choice of lingerie, which the flared skirt enabled us to easily show off, we next saw the reason for a front fastening dress, as Mark made Mom continue to hold up her skirt, while I was ordered to unfasten my dress all the way down. My heart was racing as my Master made me strip in a public restaurant, and I could feel my pussy juicing up as I undid the buttons down the centre of my skirt, folding the sides back to display the whole of my front. Now it was my turn to stand still while Mom unbuttoned her dress, till mother and daughter both exposed their intimate lingerie to their Master. We had to remain in that uncovered position as we explained why we had chosen these particular outfits, then Mom was asked to slip the bra straps off her shoulders, and lower the cups till her breasts were bared. Mark asked if my bra was front fastening, which it was, so I was instructed to unclip it, and tuck the cups under my arms, so that my breasts were now exposed like Mom’s. Questioning us about how stimulated we were at exhibiting ourselves like this, Mark had us pinch and pull our nipples, twisting them till we almost came, then roll them gently as we calmed down. Our next task was to lower our panties to the top of our stockings, then part our legs till the pussy lips and slit were visible, remaining like that until our girl juice had dripped onto our panties. Mark now handed each of us a napkin to wipe our dripping pussy, then we had to leave it on the table to be cleared away later. We were informed that this would probably mean that the waitress would get to know that we’d been sexually excited during our meeting, because we were two sexy little sluts who couldn’t control themselves. Our final task was to remove our panties altogether, placing them on top of our purses, then spend the rest of the day bare assed.

When we had straightened our clothing, we were allowed to sit down again, and Mark called the waitress over to bring some more drinks, watching as she picked up the damp napkins from the table. Master Mark said we’d both done exceptionally well, so we could have a climax later, as a reward, and he’d let us know when.

The conversation now turned to my upcoming visit to Dr Forrest, and Mark said that since my body belongs to him, he had decided that I would have the hymenectomy procedure that she’d recommended earlier, and it was arranged for next Monday.

This was the procedure where I would have a series of small perforations made in my virgin membrane to allow it to tear easily when it is penetrated by my Master’s real cock, instead of Mom’s dildo as we had originally planned last year. Dr Forrest will accomplish this with a small gauge needle, which Mark knew I was not keen on, but I was to be given a very mild sedative that will calm my nerves. However, I will not have any other pain killers, since I am learning to embrace pain as part of my sexual experience, and I have already made great progress during my Sanctification ritual. My Master is confident that by the time I undergo this procedure it will be a most positive experience for me, and to this end, he’s going to arrange to be present, during the whole time, for moral support, and to hold my hand if I wish. Dr Forrest suggested that the procedure take place no more than 7 days before I am to offer my virginity to Master Mark, otherwise the healing will be too advanced, and this will be well timed for my presentation next Saturday afternoon.

Mark asked if we would like to meet for lunch again tomorrow, and I showed a most unladylike rush to accept his offer, arranging to meet him at Denny’s at 1pm, he knew the address already, as he’d sent me some flowers there on my birthday. Master Mark reminded us that we had a reward coming, since we’d both been such very good girls, so we could have a climax as part of tonight’s Sanctification ritual, which we were to perform together. When we sanctified our ass, we were to leave our Master’s cock embedded after the usual seven seconds, then ass fuck ourselves until we orgasmed  at exactly the same moment. We were to kiss each other throughout this stage of the ritual, then sit fully on the dildo as the climax started, to achieve maximum depth.

We left the table at this point, and Mark once more walked us out to the main entrance door, arm in arm, kissing us goodbye as we left, but this time on the lips, rather than the cheek when we’d met.

:)