She was dressed to perform a procedure, no longer in her black dress, but now a medical-looking white outfit. Also dawning a surgical mask and gloves. As she approached, it was the first time he looked at the tools on the table. From left to right, there was a speculum, a tube of lube, some needles, a steel chastity device and an elastrator, complete with an open jar of green bands marked “Swavet Castration Rings.” This was the first time he was truly filled with fear. The scanning of that table probably took five seconds, but he felt like he’d been staring for hours. Putting all of the pieces together, the realization was now clear, this not a two week play getaway, this was something else. “Slave, I know that look all too well, you have come to the realization that the next week is simply the introduction to the rest of your life. When we get home, we will rename you and brand you with your given slave name; your training will intensify and we will determine your best purpose as part of my stable. She felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her white jacket seemingly nonstop – she got an alert each time a new paid subscriber joined the live feed. She quickly realized as his situation became more precarious, the more people wanted to watch. She reached in her front pocket and took out a stainless steel dental gag, putting it in place and using the mechanism to ratchet it open. She knew she had it in a place where it would be effective and then clicked the ratcheting device two more times. The pain it was causing was noticeable from anyone watching, but there was noting he could do about it. “Let’s begin, shall we,” she only made eye contact with him as she reached for the tray and picked up the speculum.
She squeezed some lube into her other hand and stroked the closed device like it was a throbbing cock. This was all for effect of course, she knew by this point that she had him like a puppet on a string, and every action she took caused a reaction. When she wheeled around, she noticed he had been placed on the table perfectly, his asshole was in the perfect position to accept the metal device. She touched it to the rim of his asshole and he recoiled a bit because it was o cold. “Stay still slave,” she commanded.
“This is going in either way, and nothing will change it.” He relaxed and accepted the device. She smiled as it slid in easily and she started to turn the handle. The pain was excruciating- it felt as if his asshole was being torn apart, but he knew there was nothing he could do. “We’ll get back to that,” she said as she reached to the tray and took some needles in her hand. “These serve no purpose except to cause you great pain, and because I think they look pretty – actually, I guess they have two purposes then.”
After putting three needles in each nipple, she reached for the tool that scared him most – the elastrator. As she took one of the green bands from the jar, she spoke very deliberately, “this will wrap around you so tight, it will cut off all of the blood flow completely, and after a few extremely painful weeks of attaching these bands, do you know what happens slave?” She reached down, cupped his balls and pulled them away from his body. “They just fall right off, and you’re a service-focused eunuch.” She let it snap shut, grazing his balls with the metal and sending the band flying off and landing near the needles just used to pierce his nipples. “Oh but slave, I’ve yet to determine this is the best route for you. Maybe after I get all of your wealth into my offshore accounts I will determine that cock might please me – I doubt that one. Or more likely, I will train you to suck cock for money, and you’ll be forced to earn your keep; come to think of it, a eunuch can do that too,” she picked up the band and stretched it back on the elastrator.
“But there is still a chance you’ll fetch me a tidy profit at auction once completely broken, and having a deformity can hurt that price.”
She set down the menacing tool, and mockingly wiped the sweat away from his brow. “Well, we still can’t have you walking around with a pre-cum dripping hard on all day, everyday, can we,” she quipped. “It’s time to enforce some real chastity. These devices are nice,” she spoke softly and directly to her patient. “But when you add one of these, they are exquisite.” She held up a thick Prince Albert style ring. “My other slaves were too old for me to do this procedure, I was afraid the shock and pain might cause a heart attack,” she smiled at her own words. “But I had them check your vitals, even if you have a heart attack, chances are you’ll recover.” She turned her back, walked away and came back with a large, intimidating needle and a bottle of some type of antiseptic. She set them both on the tray, pulled a syringe from her front pocket and pulled back the plunger. “Hold on one second, I need to check something,” she set down the syringe too and walked away, returning a few seconds later with a clipboard.
“Pain tolerance 10, ‘I live for extreme pain,’ seems like you’re someone who wouldn’t want me to waste a local anesthetic on you, you’d rather feel something. She wiped the antiseptic all over the tip of his cock. She then opened the ring and somehow connected it to the end of the long needle – she did this inched away from his eyes knowing what the fear and anticipation was doing to him. In one quick motion, she took hold of his cock and stabbed the needle through. He watched intently, felt a stabbing pain and then a warm wave of pain over his entire body, and then everything went black again – he passed out.
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