I have been conversing online with a potential new slave who is due for his first appointment at the end of the month.<\/p>\n
Actually, he was scheduled for an appointment a few weeks ago and he completely stood me up due to a family emergency.\u00a0 After he sufficiently begged my forgiveness and demonstrated appropriate contrition, I allowed him to rebook. (He seemed truly sorry)<\/p>\n
During our conversations, he mentioned that he had been stressed out and eating too much junk and fast food while he has been caring for his ailing family member, which while understandable on some level, is definitely not helpful to anyone.\u00a0 I told him I expected him to take better care of himself because he would be of no use to me or anyone else if he did not.\u00a0 I instructed him to lose 5 pounds in the time remaining before our appointment, by eating a proper diet of real food and exercising daily.\u00a0 He swore he would and thanked me for the opportunity to impress me and demonstrate his sincerity and desire to serve.\u00a0 \u201cUh huh.\u00a0 We\u2019ll see soon enough…\u201d, I thought.<\/p>\n
The following is just one of his potential futures at my hands…<\/em><\/p>\n When he arrived for his appointment he entered through my medical office, as do all my clients, and I ordered him to strip and put on a hospital gown for his examination.\u00a0 He looked very nervous.\u00a0 I smiled sweetly and picked up a stethoscope and snapped a pair of latex exam gloves on.\u00a0 I instructed him to sit down on my exam table and I shone a little light into his eyes ears and throat (all normal) then checked his pulse (quite elevated <smirk>), and blood pressure (through the roof)!\u00a0 Probably the fact I made sure he had a good view of my cleavage and I occasionally brushed up against him while conducting his exam wasn’t helping his results!\u00a0 \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n “Not good signs”, I warned him, “But we will chalk that up to your nervousness of meeting me at last.” I leaned forward and looked directly into his eyes. “I\u2019ve been known to have that effect on men.”<\/p>\n Now the moment of truth had arrived.\u00a0 I checked my notes to see what his starting weight had been and told him to get on my old fashioned Dry\u2019s office scale.\u00a0 Fiddling with the slides, I\u00a0 watched the needle sway up and down until it finally settled.\u00a0 “Not only have you NOT lost the 5 pounds you had promised me, you’ve GAINED 3 more!!”\u00a0 I slapped him across the face. “That is an insult to me!\u00a0 It shows a complete lack of respect for me and that you CLEARLY are lacking in self-control!\u00a0 You needed to be taught a lesson that you will NOT soon forget!”<\/p>\n I ordered him off the table and down onto his knees.\u00a0 Snatching\u00a0 the hospital gown from him, I ordered him to keep his eyes down, humbling him a bit more.\u00a0 He complied immediately and I think I saw a hint of excitement mixed with fear and trepidation that I love so much to see in a man.\u00a0 I turned and strode out of the exam room into my\u00a0 dungeon in the next room, ordering him to follow on his hands and knees like a good, obedient little dog.\u00a0 <grin><\/p>\n Stripping off my lab coat, I walked over to my favorite dungeon chair and sat down, stretching my long leather boot clad legs out as I settled in.\u00a0 He stopped mid-room, but I beckoned him onward with a ‘come hither’ finger, then patted the little pillow on the floor in front of me.\u00a0 He got the idea and scrambled toward it .. still mostly being careful to keep his eyes down.\u00a0 Once he was kneeling before me I used gentle nudges with my boot and touches to guide him up on his knees, “Hands behind your back, eyes down!”.\u00a0 I ran my\u00a0hands lightly over him, appraising him.\u00a0 Still trying to decide if I mostly liked what I had to work with.\u00a0 He was in decent shape, although perhaps a bit pudgy and out of shape.<\/p>\n “Oooh”, I said, “Won’t it be fun to make you work out right here and now for me!\u00a0 Ahhh yes!”\u00a0 I ordered him into push up position and he complied… stretching his legs out behind him, his chest and face just off the floor above my\u00a0boots.\u00a0 “Mmm yes… that looks lovely.\u00a0 Now drop and kiss my boots then press up\u00a0and do it over and over until I tell you to stop or until you can’t do anymore.”\u00a0 He relaxes his arms…\u00a0 kisses each\u00a0boot then presses up.\u00a0 “Don’t forget to count dear.\u00a0 And thank me for paying such good attention to your health.”,\u00a0 I tell him with a sly smile.\u00a0 “One Mistress, thank you Mistress”.\u00a0 He drops .. kisses my toes again and pushes back up.\u00a0 “Two, thank you Mistress”. He continued like that longer than I would have guessed considering his out of shape condition, so I decided I should up the ante just a bit.<\/p>\n I lifted one of my booted feet and placed it across his shoulder and onto his back… leaving one to be kissed and now adding just that bit more of weight to his predicament.\u00a0 Never the less,\u00a0 he struggled through several more.\u00a0 I grin an evil little smile to myself and stand up, still leaving one boot for him to pay homage too but this time placing my other stiletto heel thoroughly into the meat of his shoulder and adding a bit more pressure.\u00a0 I would make sure he was going to REALLY have to work for those next few push ups…<\/p>\n To be continued.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"