A trip to the vet for my "pet" Helen
It is a fine sunny morning as I drive away from home and today is even more special as beside me in the passenger seat is Helen, although this morning I have detected the first signs of some descent in her. She is unhappy because I rang her fairly late last night and ordered her to be at my place by 10.00am today. This meant she had to ring in sick at work and Helen, being the conscientious woman that she is, hates to be deceitful.
She had arrived prompt at 10.00 but I could tell by her face this was not going to be an easy day for either of us. She didn’t say a word just took off her coat and fell to her knees to respect her master. “Morning my dear” I said as I approached her, she looked up briefly and almost smiled. Her eyes told the story, she was not a happy bunny. “Today we are going on a short journey and by the time we return you will be confirmed 100% as my slave”. “Is this not what you have wanted since you returned to me?”. Helen looked up and stared me in the eyes, “But Master I wear your tag in a very personal place, what more must I do to convince you I am totally devoted to you?”. I did not answer her question, instead handed her a bag from the table and told her to go upstairs and change into what is inside. “You have 30 minutes slave, so hurry”.
While I am sitting drinking coffee I hear footsteps on the stairs and the door opens. Standing there is Helen dressed from head to toe in a gleaming black latex catsuit. The outfit is finished off with black leather thigh length boots and a black jeweled dog collar. There is also one extra item, which is not visible, an electronic butt-plug securely planted deep in her gorgeous arse. “You look magnificent, shall we go?”. She moves towards the chair to pick up her coat. “You won’t be needing that” I shout. “But Master I can’t walk into the street dressed like this”. “You can and you will!”, and with this I take a leather lead from the hook near the door and attach it to her collar. Reluctantly, she now follows me outside and to the car, where I open the passenger door for her and she gets in. Next I open the glove compartment and take out a pair of handcuffs, handcuffing her hands behind her back, then finally take out a bit gag with attached muzzle and put it on my worried looking slave. I fasten the seatbelt for her before getting in myself and driving away.
Some 20 minutes later and we are pulling into a car park, the sign at the entrance announcing we are at “The Pussycat Veterinary Practice”. “What the fuck?” I hear my slave mutter from behind her gag as I park the car. She in definitely out of control this morning so I go to the boot and take out my bag of tricks, I think I may need it later. Eventually, after much coaxing I am walking across the car park with my faithful “hound” following me. A young couple carrying a cat in a basket pass us and the look on their faces is a picture. Eventually, we enter the packed waiting room and cross to the reception desk in the far corner. The room falls silent and I turn to Helen to note the total embarrassment etched across her face. “Morning Sir”, the very pretty young lady behind the desk greets us, as if this was and everyday occurrence. “Morning I am Master T and this is Helen, she is booked in for micro-chipping”. I feel a tug on the lead as Helen tries to make a bolt towards the door, but I hold firm and she is stopped in her tracks. An old couple with their King Charles almost lose their false teeth as their jaws drop at the scene which is playing out before them. The receptionist hands me a form to fill in and I go and sit down, ordering Helen to kneel before me. I look down at her, if looks could kill!!!
I fill in the form, type of a****l – Black Mongrel Bitch, Age 48, Name – Helen, etc etc before engaging in conversation with the young man next to me who has an enormous Saint Bernard which it taking more than a passing interest in my “pet”. “He’s always like this, gets real horny when there is a bitch around”. “Look”, we all look at the dog’s enormous erect member and Helen shuffles away. She wants to get as far away from that a****l as possible. “Master T and Helen, go to room 5 please” the receptionist calls and Helen moves quicker than she has all morning towards the elderly gentleman holding the door open for us. “Come in, I am Mr Baxter and what can we do for you today”, as if everything was just normal, which I am sure he thought it wasn’t. Before him is this statuesque blond lady dressed in black latex, wearing a collar and lead, handcuffs plus a gag and muzzle. I go to my bag and take out a small box inside which is the microchip, which is to be inserted into Helen. It is quite minute but when inserted the number will be registered with the Slave Registry and Helen will be forever owned by me. “I am not sure I can do what you ask” the vet stammers, “I am only qualified to work on a****ls, human beings are totally out of my league. “Give me a minute”, I tell him and place my bag near his operating table.
“Now be a good girl” I say as I lead my lovely slave to the operating table and tell her to lie on her back. With this I take out five leather straps from the bag and strap Helen tightly to the table, one round her ankles, one her thighs one her waist, one just below her breasts and one over her neck, bearing in mind she is still handcuffed as well. I unzip the front of her catsuit, right down to her crotch and the vet just stares in disbelief at the beauty before him. “Go on give her a good examination like you would do any other a****l” I tell him and for the first time I hit the remote sending a shock up Helen’s butt plug. She lets out a whimper and flinches slightly. The vet needing no further invitation approaches her and starts fondling her breasts before turning his attention to her pussy, inserting a couple of fingers before massaging her clit. Helen by now is struggling against her bonds and protesting vigorously. Another two shocks up her arse soon calm her down. “Very nice” says the vet, “she appears to be in tip top condition”. I then inform him the chip needs to be inserted in her left breast directly into the centre of her nipple. Helen once more begins to struggle to free herself, however two more blasts from the butt plug and calm is restored as the vet again begins to fondle her breasts. This may be a little painful so I suggest I give her an topical anesthetic injection first. More breast fondling from the now very compliant vet and the nipple end is numbed by the injection. Helen again gives me her angry stare but in turn gets another shock from the butt plug. Mr Baxter inserts the chip into the gun used to fire it through skin and then decides the breast needs to be firmed up a little. I think he just wants another feel of Helen’s lovely tits and I don’t blame him!! He takes a length of what looks like thick plastic tubing and ties it tightly around the base of her breast giving a much firmer surface to work on. There is a quick snap from the gun and the chip is now firmly in place under Helen’s skin right in the middle of her nipple. The vet has done an excellent job as it is actually is actually lodged right in the centre of her nipple and can be easily felt when I tweak it.
A quick check and the reading from the chip, IS ISO FDX-B900164000788453 is noted so it can she can be registered on the Slave Registry when we get home. Helen will officially be owned by me. I release my “pet” from the table and tell her to zip up her catsuit. The vet insists there will be no charge for the service, I think he has enjoyed himself so much having the opportunity to work on such a wonderful a****l. However, before we leave there is one last thing to do, I insist my little pet is registered also with a pet registry in case she ever “runs away” again. Mr Baxter fills in the online form and one or two of the answers cause a bit of a problem as the computer will not accept them. Following a final handshake from me, Mr Baxter cannot resist a final pat of Helen’s breast, before once more we traverse the still full reception area. More astounded looks from the customers and we set off home. “There my dear, that wasn’t all that bad was it?”. Helen just moans and whines from her gagged mouth. “Because of your insubordination today there will be severe consequences when we get back you know”. For the first time today I see a smile from my Slave and she bows her head in her normal obedient manor. I think she has really enjoyed herself this morning playing the disobedient mongrel and although she won’t openly admit it she is looking forward to her punishment later.
She had arrived prompt at 10.00 but I could tell by her face this was not going to be an easy day for either of us. She didn’t say a word just took off her coat and fell to her knees to respect her master. “Morning my dear” I said as I approached her, she looked up briefly and almost smiled. Her eyes told the story, she was not a happy bunny. “Today we are going on a short journey and by the time we return you will be confirmed 100% as my slave”. “Is this not what you have wanted since you returned to me?”. Helen looked up and stared me in the eyes, “But Master I wear your tag in a very personal place, what more must I do to convince you I am totally devoted to you?”. I did not answer her question, instead handed her a bag from the table and told her to go upstairs and change into what is inside. “You have 30 minutes slave, so hurry”.
While I am sitting drinking coffee I hear footsteps on the stairs and the door opens. Standing there is Helen dressed from head to toe in a gleaming black latex catsuit. The outfit is finished off with black leather thigh length boots and a black jeweled dog collar. There is also one extra item, which is not visible, an electronic butt-plug securely planted deep in her gorgeous arse. “You look magnificent, shall we go?”. She moves towards the chair to pick up her coat. “You won’t be needing that” I shout. “But Master I can’t walk into the street dressed like this”. “You can and you will!”, and with this I take a leather lead from the hook near the door and attach it to her collar. Reluctantly, she now follows me outside and to the car, where I open the passenger door for her and she gets in. Next I open the glove compartment and take out a pair of handcuffs, handcuffing her hands behind her back, then finally take out a bit gag with attached muzzle and put it on my worried looking slave. I fasten the seatbelt for her before getting in myself and driving away.
Some 20 minutes later and we are pulling into a car park, the sign at the entrance announcing we are at “The Pussycat Veterinary Practice”. “What the fuck?” I hear my slave mutter from behind her gag as I park the car. She in definitely out of control this morning so I go to the boot and take out my bag of tricks, I think I may need it later. Eventually, after much coaxing I am walking across the car park with my faithful “hound” following me. A young couple carrying a cat in a basket pass us and the look on their faces is a picture. Eventually, we enter the packed waiting room and cross to the reception desk in the far corner. The room falls silent and I turn to Helen to note the total embarrassment etched across her face. “Morning Sir”, the very pretty young lady behind the desk greets us, as if this was and everyday occurrence. “Morning I am Master T and this is Helen, she is booked in for micro-chipping”. I feel a tug on the lead as Helen tries to make a bolt towards the door, but I hold firm and she is stopped in her tracks. An old couple with their King Charles almost lose their false teeth as their jaws drop at the scene which is playing out before them. The receptionist hands me a form to fill in and I go and sit down, ordering Helen to kneel before me. I look down at her, if looks could kill!!!
I fill in the form, type of a****l – Black Mongrel Bitch, Age 48, Name – Helen, etc etc before engaging in conversation with the young man next to me who has an enormous Saint Bernard which it taking more than a passing interest in my “pet”. “He’s always like this, gets real horny when there is a bitch around”. “Look”, we all look at the dog’s enormous erect member and Helen shuffles away. She wants to get as far away from that a****l as possible. “Master T and Helen, go to room 5 please” the receptionist calls and Helen moves quicker than she has all morning towards the elderly gentleman holding the door open for us. “Come in, I am Mr Baxter and what can we do for you today”, as if everything was just normal, which I am sure he thought it wasn’t. Before him is this statuesque blond lady dressed in black latex, wearing a collar and lead, handcuffs plus a gag and muzzle. I go to my bag and take out a small box inside which is the microchip, which is to be inserted into Helen. It is quite minute but when inserted the number will be registered with the Slave Registry and Helen will be forever owned by me. “I am not sure I can do what you ask” the vet stammers, “I am only qualified to work on a****ls, human beings are totally out of my league. “Give me a minute”, I tell him and place my bag near his operating table.
“Now be a good girl” I say as I lead my lovely slave to the operating table and tell her to lie on her back. With this I take out five leather straps from the bag and strap Helen tightly to the table, one round her ankles, one her thighs one her waist, one just below her breasts and one over her neck, bearing in mind she is still handcuffed as well. I unzip the front of her catsuit, right down to her crotch and the vet just stares in disbelief at the beauty before him. “Go on give her a good examination like you would do any other a****l” I tell him and for the first time I hit the remote sending a shock up Helen’s butt plug. She lets out a whimper and flinches slightly. The vet needing no further invitation approaches her and starts fondling her breasts before turning his attention to her pussy, inserting a couple of fingers before massaging her clit. Helen by now is struggling against her bonds and protesting vigorously. Another two shocks up her arse soon calm her down. “Very nice” says the vet, “she appears to be in tip top condition”. I then inform him the chip needs to be inserted in her left breast directly into the centre of her nipple. Helen once more begins to struggle to free herself, however two more blasts from the butt plug and calm is restored as the vet again begins to fondle her breasts. This may be a little painful so I suggest I give her an topical anesthetic injection first. More breast fondling from the now very compliant vet and the nipple end is numbed by the injection. Helen again gives me her angry stare but in turn gets another shock from the butt plug. Mr Baxter inserts the chip into the gun used to fire it through skin and then decides the breast needs to be firmed up a little. I think he just wants another feel of Helen’s lovely tits and I don’t blame him!! He takes a length of what looks like thick plastic tubing and ties it tightly around the base of her breast giving a much firmer surface to work on. There is a quick snap from the gun and the chip is now firmly in place under Helen’s skin right in the middle of her nipple. The vet has done an excellent job as it is actually is actually lodged right in the centre of her nipple and can be easily felt when I tweak it.
A quick check and the reading from the chip, IS ISO FDX-B900164000788453 is noted so it can she can be registered on the Slave Registry when we get home. Helen will officially be owned by me. I release my “pet” from the table and tell her to zip up her catsuit. The vet insists there will be no charge for the service, I think he has enjoyed himself so much having the opportunity to work on such a wonderful a****l. However, before we leave there is one last thing to do, I insist my little pet is registered also with a pet registry in case she ever “runs away” again. Mr Baxter fills in the online form and one or two of the answers cause a bit of a problem as the computer will not accept them. Following a final handshake from me, Mr Baxter cannot resist a final pat of Helen’s breast, before once more we traverse the still full reception area. More astounded looks from the customers and we set off home. “There my dear, that wasn’t all that bad was it?”. Helen just moans and whines from her gagged mouth. “Because of your insubordination today there will be severe consequences when we get back you know”. For the first time today I see a smile from my Slave and she bows her head in her normal obedient manor. I think she has really enjoyed herself this morning playing the disobedient mongrel and although she won’t openly admit it she is looking forward to her punishment later.
9 år sedan
however good tale well told.tell us the remaining punishing piece