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.

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