"That is very considerate of you," Mistress Terri replied. "Based on your test scores I can confidently say that you are submissive. Do you have any ideas what you are into fetish wise?"
"I have no idea. I couldn't even name more than a handful of fetishes as it were."
"Well, as it so happens I can help you with that as well. How would you like to do a little experiment with me?"
"What sort of experiment?"
"It's a visual test to gauge your reactions to various sexual fetishes."
"What would I need to do?"
There are two pieces of equipment you will need to wear for the test. Then all you have to do is sit there and watch the images on the screen and the instruments will gauge your reactions."
"What are these instruments?"
"I'm not going to lie to you, Sonja, they are sexual in nature and you will have to be naked at least from the waist down. The first is a butt plug with leads attached to it that will gauge when your sphincter clenches during sexual stimuli. And the second is a special plug for the vagina that will test the same thing in front, as well as moisture levels."
"I see."
"Do not feel pressured to do this Sonja. The choice is yours to make. It is always yours to make, remember that."
"I'll do it. I've come too far to turn back now." Honestly I haven't done more than take a test, but I felt I needed to do this. Everything that confirmed one way or another whether I was submissive or not brought me that much closer to giving my husband the birthday gift of a lifetime.
"Alright. I'll set everything up and then we can get started. I'll be back in a few minutes. Why don't you go ahead and remove your jeans and panties for me?" While I stood and nervously unbuttoned my pants, Mistress Terri left the room. She returned several minutes later pushing a cart with a slide show projector on it. On a bottom shelf was a box.
"Go ahead and insert the contents in the proper holes," she said handing me the box. "They are labelled so you know which one goes where. There is lube for the anal plug but please do not use any on the vaginal one. It will interfere with the test results."
I opened the box. Inside were two butt plugs. The first, a medium sized black number about six inches long and an inch and a half thick was labeled ANAL USE ONLY. The second was red, seven inches long and two inches thick and labeled VAGINAL USE ONLY. There was also a bottle of lube thankfully. As I looked the instruments over I noticed a small hole for something to plug into. It looked very much like a headphone jack at the base of each plug.
"Don't worry sweetie, all of the toys are thoroughly cleaned and sterilized," she said anticipating my question. She set up the projector and turned it on before walking over to me with another small device. It had two leads coming out of it and I knew they were going to be plugged into the toys now fully embedded in me.
"Go ahead and bend over the desk so that I can hook the monitor up and we can begin."
I did as she instructed and felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. I have never been naked in front of another woman. Let alone while wearing a plug in each of my holes. I felt her fingers moving around as she plugged the monitor in. Her left hand lightly brushed against my clit eliciting a moan from me.
I took my seat, placing the monitoring device on the desk in front of me. It gave off a steady stream of beeps every few seconds. The first image on the screen was a field of flowers. Pretty tame and nothing at all sexual about it. The second was a sports car, Porsche by the hood ornament. Again nothing sexual.
There was a series of non-sexual images and then an image of a naked man. The monitor beeped steadily. A naked woman was next. More beeps. There was an image of a forest followed by one of a woman kneeling at a man's feet. Another series of beeps from the monitor.
What followed next was a rapid slideshow of sexual images ranging from men and women being spanked to put in a myriad of bondage positions. There were pictures of men and women having sex. Men and men, women and women, and groups of men with a single woman. There were pictures of men and women being peed on and covered in cum. With each image came a different string of beeps from the monitoring device.
I'm not going to lie to you. I was getting excited. How could I not with a toy buried in each hole vibrating rapidly. Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Yeah, so did Mistress Terri. While the monitor bleeped away, the toys vibrated. Sometimes the vibrations were soft and kind of nice, other times so hard it caught me off guard. And there was no way for me judge when they were going to happen or how strong they would be. And the entire time Mistress Terri's eyes never left me.
For more than an hour I was subjected to one sexual perversion after another. The whole gambit of fetishes was represented across that screen. There were many things that made me outright cringe and I noticed Mistress Terri jot something down at those points. Mistress Terri got up and flipped the lights back on and turned off the projector.
"Go ahead and bend over the desk dear," she said to me. I did so and once again felt her fingering around down there probably much longer than was necessary. To my surprise she pulled the plug from my behind and then my vagina. "My," she said "you're absolutely dripping down there sweetie. Did you like what you saw?"
"Some of it Mistress," I replied.
"The monitor will tell me at which pictures you became moist and where you clenched your butt. Usually these are one and the same, but not always. Shall we take a look and see what fetishes you enjoyed seeing?"
"I'm not sure I want to know now," I said nervously.
"No need to be nervous dear," She smiled at me. ""So tell me, how did you like the feel of the instruments inside of you? Be honest."
"I liked them. The vibrations were driving me nuts though. I got so close a few times only to have the damn things stop." I turned red at the realization of my confession of near orgasm to this strange woman. She didn't seem to pay any attention to it.
"Alright," she said taking a seat at her desk again. "Would you mind kneeling for me?"
"Kneeling?"
"Yes. Kneel with your butt resting on the heels of your feet. Back straight and head held high with your arms behind your back, bent at the elbows with your hands reaching for the opposite elbow. Can you do that for me?"
"I guess so," I replied. I got down on the floor and in the position she requested.
"Hmm," she sighed looking at me. "Something is missing. Ah, that's it, could you be a dear and remove your shirt and bra as well?"
I didn't say anything. I just did as she asked. There was that slight smile at the corner of her mouth as I did so. She did her thing with the monitor while I knelt in silence before her. My knees were starting to hurt on the cold wooden floor and the beginnings of a cramp was forming in my right foot.
"You have some very interesting test results Sonja," she said after nearly an hour of ignoring me. "You are most definitely a submissive. But you also show some slight dominant tendencies as well. Your moisture levels increased dramatically while viewing images of a submissive nature such as image 17 – that’s the one of the woman kneeling as you are now; image 29 – that's the one depicting the woman in the strappado position; and image 36 – the one where the group of men urinated on the woman. Those are only three of the most compelling images."
"So what does this all mean?"
"Well, I showed you two hundred and fifty images. Of those one hundred were of a sexual nature. Based on the monitor readings you showed excitement while viewing ninety-three of those sexual images. Seventy-eight were of a submissive nature and the other fifteen were of a dominant nature. What this tells me is that you have a very active sexual imagination that I think you are afraid for whatever reasons to explore. This test also tells me that you identify as submissive even if you don't realize it yourself."
Chapter 4: Test of Limits
She stood up and walked around the desk, leaning her shapely butt against it and folding her arms over her ample bosom. "Did you even think about the position I asked you to get
into before getting into it?"
"Not really no. Why?"
"Sonja that is the basic submissive position and you got into it no questions asked. You called me, and I'm guessing Lori, Mistress without even asking if that's what you should do because you thought it was the polite and respectful thing to do. These are all indicators that you are submissive. All that's really left is to determine what fetishes you are into, which ones are soft limits, and which are hard limits."
"How do we do that?"
"Well, the test you just took indicated what fetishes turned you on from a visual point of view. What we can do next, assuming you are willing, is to test some of these out in practice."
"Um, how exactly do we do that?" I asked. The more she told me I was submissive, the more tests she gave me, the more it was starting to sink in. I suddenly felt incredibly bad that I had denied my husband his ultimate desire for nearly a decade.
"Well, we can start with the fetishes that gave you the most excitement and work our way down the list."
"Will I have to have sex with anyone?"
"No. We have a strict no sex rule. However, that does not pertain to using toys on yourself should you desire to do so. It only refers to sex between people."
"I can't do anything that would leave lasting marks. I don't want my husband to know I was here."
"Also not a problem. How long before you see your husband again?"
"Oh, not until after midnight probably. He's at a friend's birthday party."
"Perfect. We can experiment with a little bondage if you want. The rope marks will be long gone by the time your husband gets home."
"I don't know if I can afford it at $325 an hour. How long are we talking about here?"
"It will be several hours with long breaks in between. And you do not have to worry about paying anything. I will do this for you at no charge."
"Thank you, but why? Why would you do that for me?"
"Because you are a submissive in the beginnings of her new life and this is a very important part of your training. And to be perfectly honest, I love nothing more than watching a submissive come into his or her own. The look on their face when they realize for the first time who and what they truly are is precious to me."
"Thank you."
"There will be a few rules that you must abide by at all times. Rule number one, for today at least, I am your Mistress and you will address me as such. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Rule number two, should you disobey an order, or fail to call me Mistress, you will be punished by three swats of the belt on the ass. Understood?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Rule three, the safeword is 'apple' if you are uncomfortable with the scene at any point you say the safeword and all actions will stop until you give me the go ahead."
"Yes Mistress."
"Rule four, we have limits for a reason. Limits come in two varieties as I stated earlier. It is my job to push your soft limits and respect the hard ones. If I cross the line in any way that makes you uncomfortable, if a soft limit becomes a hard one, you are to tell me at once. I am not a mind reader and we don't know each other well enough for me to accurately read body language."
"Yes Mistress."
"Rule five, you are under no obligation to continue, or even start this session. If you wish to leave at any time just say so and it'll end immediately."
"Yes Mistress."
"And finally, if you happen to be wearing a gag of any kind and are unable to verbally speak the safeword three taps of your right hand against your thigh will mean the same thing."
"Yes mistress," I replied as if a broken record. I didn't want to feel a belt across my ass. I am thirty-six years old, well past the time I need to worry about being spanked for being bad, but I remember how much I hated it as a kid when I was punished for being bad. "What if my arms are tied and I cannot tap my thigh?"
"That is an excellent question. If such a thing were to happen and you were also gagged then rapidly shaking your head side to side will indicate to me that you wish to stop."
"Thank you Mistress."
"Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes, I think so Mistress."
Mistress Terri led me out of the classroom and into the long hall. Down the hall to the left were the stairs leading down to the first floor and a waiting Mistress Lori. To the right were more doors and another set of stairs leading up at the end.
"Mistress, should I inform Mistress Lori that you will be taking care of me today?"
"That is an excellent idea Sonja. Why don't you go ahead and do that? I'll wait here for you."
"Yes Mistress," I replied and then walked left and down the stairs. Mistress Lori was sitting at the receptionist desk off to the right of the huge living room. She smiled at my approach.
"So, how was the test?" she asked with genuine curiosity.
"Mistress Terri says I am most definitely a submissive with some dominant leanings. I came down to inform you that she will be taking care of my today. She is going to test my limits so I can better know what I like and don’t. I hope that doesn't upset you."
"Oh, you precious thing you," she smiled. It was the sort of smile that said she was both proud and happy for me "I am not upset. I'm glad you came down to tell me. I was wondering what the test would show. And you are in excellent hands with Mistress Terri."
"Thank you Mistress. I need to return upstairs now."
"You have fun sweetie."
"Thank you Mistress." Every time I said the word…mistress…my entire body tingled with excitement. It just felt right. I almost started crying. After all these years denying my husband his only real wish, only to find out I was exactly who he needed me to be, made me sad in a way I never knew existed. I had denied him the pleasures of my service. I had denied myself the pleasures of his guiding hand. I returned upstairs to a waiting Mistress Terri.
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I think for the first part we will go to the bathroom and try a little golden showers if you are ok with that."
"Yes Mistress. I am ok with that."
"Good. Follow me." She took me down the hall, turned right down another hall, left down a third, and into a large bathroom. "No need to ask you to strip as you're already naked," she smiled at me. In all the excitement I had forgotten I was naked. I forgot I was naked while standing downstairs talking to Mistress Lori, and I forgot I was naked as she eyed me from head to toe.
"Go ahead and climb in the shower while I get undressed," she instructed me. I did as I was told and stood in the middle of the large shower stall. "Kneel in the center of the stall with your back arched, arms behind you on the floor for support," she further instructed me as she peeled of her skirt suit and laid it neatly on the counter next to the sink.
She really was a beautiful woman in every meaning of the word. Where I was tall and somewhat thin with small, perky breasts and a round behind, she was perhaps three inches shorter, a little heavier with large globes and a round ass and hips as well. She carried the weight well. She looked like a real woman should with a little meat on her bones. I'd have more meat on my bones, but for some reason I could never keep the weight on. I know, boo hoo cry me a river, but I really did want to gain at least ten pounds. Where most women thought they were too fat, I thought I was a little on the skinny side.
My eyes drifted down her supple body to her shaved mound. I had mine shaved for years. I loved it, but when I met Greg and he said he liked at least a little landing strip I acquiesced and gave him what he wanted. On occasion I would get creative and trim it into different shaped for his amusement.
"Are you ready for this?" Mistress Terri asked as she climbed into the shower with me.
"I think so." I replied. SHIT! I forgot to all her Mistress.
"For the first time I will pee on your chest and let it run down your body. I'll try to avoid getting it on your face, but you may get some in your hair. Don't worry it'll wash right out. After I am done we wil
l switch places and you will pee on me to see if you like that as well. Oh, and that's three swats of the belt," she smiled wickedly.
"Yes Mistress," I sighed. I agreed to this little test and I would accept the punishment for my disrespect. She moved in close to me and spread her legs. She used her hands to spread herself open. I closed my eyes in anticipation.
When the first stream of hot, golden liquid splashed across my breasts I jerked backwards falling on my ass. I quickly got back into position as more of Mistress Terri's pee cascaded down my body. I opened my eyes then to see the stream of urine leaving the folds of her womanhood and covering me in its warmth. It almost reminded me of the sun shining down upon me in the mornings as I drifted lazily between sleep and awake. I liked the feeling of it.
"I liked that a lot Mistress," I said when she finally stopped peeing on me and took a step back.
"I'm glad to hear it," she replied. "I figured you might, based on the test results. Before you pee on me are you willing to go a step further?"
"What are you asking me to do Mistress?"
"I still have a little pee left in me. Would you be willing to allow me to pee directly into your mouth? I'll need an answer sooner rather than later."
I thought about it briefly. This was a day for testing my limits, so what the hell, right? "I'll try it Mistress. What do you need me to do?"
"I'll need you to open wide and place your mouth directly onto my lips. I'll try not to let it out too fast. You can spit it out or swallow, that's entirely up to you."
"Yes Mistress," I replied. Damn, this was not what I was expecting. I never thought in a million years my lips would touch the nether regions of another woman, let alone so that she could pee in my mouth. I moved in closer to her and took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I breathed in her slightly musky scent as my mouth moved closer to its destination. As my mouth opened and pressed against her mound, my tongue inadvertently slid along her slit. I found the taste embarrassingly sweet.
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