It had more than a day and still I was feeling sick, although for me the most important thing was not to let mistress know I was still feeling like crap. If she knew… I would have to go to the doctor although I haven’t yet visited the doctor with my Mistress, I was scared. All my life I had been scared of the doctor’s office and hospitals. People in scrubs actually freak me out; I want nothing to do with any of it.
I was woken from my rest with a soft shake to my side. “Come on pet, get up, clean up and get dressed,” mistress demanded.
I silently obeyed. I knew the minute I was better I would be in for the punishment of my life, the first real punishment from my mistress.
I didn’t ask where we were going, I knew better. I finished dressing and removed my collar, if mistress had insisted on it being worn this morning she would have mentioned it. Or so I thought.
I descended down the flight of stairs into the living room and kneeled in front of Mistress Cassandra. She walked around me slowly, inspecting the body of which she owns.
“Your collar pet, where is it?” she questioned. I said no words. “I am asking you a question pet, I expect an answer,” She demanded.
“I took it off ma'am,” I whispered.
“Do you not like the symbol of your ownership? Why is it you mock the very nature of this relationship? Hmm? “Go fetch it bitch, and bring it to me,” She commanded. I brought down the collar and she then placed it tightly around my neck securing it in place with a large padlock which only she had the key for.
“That collar is a part of you slut, wherever you go it goes too, now I understand there may be circumstances from which you may need a more subtle symbol. That being said when the time and place comes I will be there to accommodate the need, is that understood pet?”
“Yes mistress, I’m sorry mistress” I said sincerely.
“Come here pet!” she commanded. I took my placed on the sofa next to her lying my head in her lap. “I know it seems like I am hard on you, but I mean well my sweet pet. I only wish for the best for you, and in order for the best to occur you must be trained.” She explained.
I nodded. “I love you my Charlie,” she purred softly into my ear meeting me with a long passionate kiss.
“Come pet, we are going to be late.”
A short time later we arrived at an office building, mistress motioned for me to be seated. A redheaded woman walked out into the seating area and approached Cassandra and motioned for us to follow her into the back.
She led us to a room and opened the door; I stood at the door way, unable to force myself to move into the room. Until this point I had no indication of where I was. Inside the room was a large white examining chair and rows and rows of medical equipment. I was horrified. I had been dragged into my version of the little shop of horrors; a plain white bright medical office. Where the smell of iodine and cleanser was pungent and clear. It was at that point I began to feel myself going weak and struggled to stay on my feet and then I was out.
I felt something cold on my chest and was shot back to reality. “Look who decided to join us,” said a woman in scrubs looking at me.
I almost let out a scream, and then I heard the voice of my mistress. “Relax pet, you’re in good hands.”
I looked at the woman with a shot of paralyzing fear and my mistress placed her hand in mine and met my gaze. I was breathing heavily on the verge of a panic attack. “Charlie, this is Dr. Carrington,” mistress began “She is going to be your doctor, and she is a very good friend of mine. I need you to relax okay, this is for your own good,” she said sweetly.
I was now wearing nothing but a blue hospital gown. The woman approached me, “Pleasure to meet you Charlie, I’m Doctor Clarissa Carrington,” she said kindly.
Clarissa was a very tall women about 6’1 long legs, very muscular upper body and short light brown hair and glasses.