Chapter 10
Melinda took a few seconds before she realized what her tall handsome master had just said to her.
She was so exhausted from her ordeals of the day that her brain was encased in a thick fog.
She was hardly at her sharpest and she was reacting slowly to all of the stimuli around her at that point.
But she understood, and she painfully got herself up on her knees.
"No, no, slave! Get on your back with your head in the center of the tub. Place the balls of your feet flat on the tiled wall in front of you next to the faucets. That's it," Bernard said.
He reached down and grabbed the top of the trousers he had thrown on hastily before they switched from the examination room to the shower room.
He undid the single snap that held the top of his trousers closed.
He unzipped the fly, being careful not to pinch himself.
Melinda could see that he had not bothered to put on any underwear.
His cock was still limp, but even in its flaccid state it was large.
He whipped his prick out and moved so that he was standing right next to the tub.
Melinda looked up at the man and slowly parted her lips.
' You are going to have to open your mouth farther than that, my sweet slave. I'm afraid my aim is only so good."
Melinda then opened her mouth as far as she could, the ache in her jaw returning full force immediately.
She wondered what her sex master's urine was going to taste like.
She was glad that she was getting the opportunity to drink his piss.
Her playing a human toilet bowl while he pissed seemed to symbolize their relationship perfectly.
That was the way Melinda thought about it in her own mind.
He moved his right hand to his hip and placed it there with the fingers separated and pointing downward.
He grabbed the shaft of his cock with his left hand and lifted the tip at what he thought was the right angle.
He relaxed the muscles in his lower abdomen and opened the floodgate between his bladder and his prick.
The piss came out hot and yellow, but his aim was off at first.
The first bit of urine struck Melinda on the tip of her nose.
He over-adjusted his aim and splashed a little off of her chin.
The piss was hotter than Melinda had expected it to be.
It had a smell of ammonia to it, and Melinda was starting to fear that it would taste just awful.
She remembered when she was a little girl she thought that her "tinkle" would taste just like lemonade.
She realized how absurd that thought was at nineteen as she was about to get her first opportunity to find out what it really tasted like.
Bernard adjusted his aim once again and this time the piss went right into her mouth.
She began to swallow it down rapidly, and though it tasted very bitter, it didn't make her want to gag like she was fearing it would.
She drank down every drop until the piss was just dribbling out of Bernard's piss hole.
"Get up on your knees now and suck me clean!" Bernard ordered.
She did this, and half expected his cock to get hard again.
But Bernard had come all he cared to on this day. He turned on the shower and told the woman not to leave the shower room until it was crystal clear.
He zipped up his pants and told her he would meet her back at the examination room.
Melinda showered again and washed out the tub so there was no longer a trace of her enema.
When she was done she dried herself off with one of the big towels on the rack.
She made her way back to the examination room wearing her paper robe.
Bernard instructed the woman that the session was done.
"You pay the receptionist. You brought cash, right?" Bernard said.
"That's right. Will I be coming back here for the rest of my sessions?"
"No, Mindy. Only the first session is held here in the clinic. The rest of the sessions cost five dollars apiece more and they will be held in a house on the south side of the city where, how shall I put it, our faculties are more advanced. The receptionist will give you a new appointment and there will be a couple of forms to fill out. Just address, husbands name, occupation, stuff like that. For the files. Once you have filled out the forms you will be free to go. I suggest you don't let Harold see your shaved pussy. If he does tell him that you did it especially for him."
"I understand," Melinda Manning said with a small nod.
She quickly put on her clothes and took care of business with the receptionist.
On her way home in the car she couldn't believe all of the wonderful things she had learned so quickly.
She knew that she was going to be sore for a couple of days, but the pain would be well worth it considering the lessons in subservience she had learned.
Her next appointment was for five thirty in the afternoon at the house, four days later.
Melinda had to tell a lie to Harold about where she was going to be, but he said he didn't care because he was going to be "working late" anyway.
Melinda hoped that she wouldn't have to worry about Harold's little after work trysts when she completed her slave therapy with Dr. Shakey.
She showed up at the house on the south side of town right on time and a blonde woman in a nurse's outfit instructed her to park her green Pinto Hatchback around the corner but gave no reason why.
When she went in the house Dr. Shakey was there and told her that he had something very exciting in store for her.
He led her down a set of rickety wooden steps into the dingy basement.
There was a huge wooden slab table in the center of the basement, with thick iron cuffs at each corner.
Melinda knew very well what those cuffs were going to be used for.
Dr. Shakey told her to go into a little dressing room off to the side of the basement and remove all of her clothes.
Melinda did this and was instructed to get on her back in the center of the large wooden slab table.
Melinda knew enough to put her arms back over her head and spread her thighs far open.
She could feel herself becoming horny at the thought of the new pain and humiliation that would be inflicted on her.
Bernard worked quickly and quickly fastened the iron hoops around Melinda's ankles and wrists.
He made sure that they were on very tightly and that her elbows and knees were locked in a straight position.
"During this session," Bernard said calmly. "You will be forced to fuck a complete stranger. I am going to put a mask over your face and the man you will fuck will be wearing a mask also. We have a real stud for you. He comes here frequently and has often donated his services while we trained new slaves.
So you see, you must learn to be subservient to all cock. Not just mine."
Melinda nodded solemnly as she watched Bernard walk over to the corner of the basement.
He picked up a big wooden mask that was carved in the front to look like the mask of tragedy with-a huge mouthed frown.
Melinda thought it was grotesque and was glad that she wasn't the one who was going to have to look at it.
There was a leather strap behind the mask and Melinda lifted the back of her head from the wooden table so Bernard could fasten the mask to her head.
He made sure her nose was in the right place and her eyes were looking through the carved eye holes.
He then fastened the strap tightly behind her head.
She placed the back of her head on the table and looked up at the ceiling.
She heard the basement door open and a naked man entered the room.
Bernard made no move to leave and it was obvious that he fully intended to watch the action.
That was okay with Melinda. She didn't care of Bernard stuck around. She wanted him to watch her being an obedient slave.
Melinda lifted the back of her head from the table so she could see the man who was about to fuck her.
The man was wearing a mask just like Melinda's.
Only it was the mask of comedy rather than the mask of tragedy.
The man's mask had a big ridiculous grin carved in it.
She could see that he was a well built man, with broad shoulders and a hairy chest.
He wasn't as big as Bernard, but she could see that he was well put together.
He was the kind of man who looked like he took time to take care of his body.
His muscles were not bulky like those of a ' weight-lifter.
But rather they were long and finely toned, such as those of a swimmer.
His skin was smooth and Melinda could see it was stretched tight over his muscles.
He was very tanned and he looked as if he spent a lot of time out in the sun.
Only a tiny strip across his hips remained the natural tone of his skin.
It was obvious that the man wore a very tiny bathing suit when he went out in the sunshine.
Melinda liked skimpy bathing suits and had given Harold a pair just about that size for his birthday.
There were a lot of things about the man that reminded her of Harold.
His height, weight and shape were all extremely similar.
Melinda couldn't help but wonder if Bernard had somehow acquired a photograph or a description of Harold before choosing the man in the mask.
Even the way the man stood with his hands on his waist with the toes of one foot pointing outward reminded the chained little girl of her husband.
"This one sure has nice tits, Berny," the man in the mask said.
His voice was muffled by the mask, but there was something terribly familiar about it. Melinda was amazed. They had even gotten a man who sounded like Harold. She couldn't believe the fuss they had made over her. She felt honored. She knew that Bernard was doing this so it would feel natural to be Harold's slave when the time came.
"Is that bitch Sally still doing your recruiting for you?" the man in the mask asked Dr. Shakey.
Melinda's ears perked up when she heard Sally's name. She was the one who had sent Melinda to the clinic in the first place.
Melinda couldn't help but wonder how the man in the mask knew her friend.
She knew that Sally hung out with some strange guys, but wearing masks still shocked her a bit.
Then the man in the mask moved so that he was standing right next to the table. He reached down and squeezed Melinda's left breast.
She turned her head to the side and saw a heart-shaped birthmark below his belly button.
She could feel her face turn pale beneath her mask. IT WAS HAROLD!