AN; Sooo, my sister is forcing me to give her some publicity on FanFiction (ugh), so this chapter is dedicated to... ClaireDuncan! She's got some decent PPG stories (not as good as moi's, of course- she said self absorbd-ed-ly-) and you should check them out, otherwise I might get a few more bruises from my "lovable" lil' sis. R&R!
Bubbles P.O.V.
I sat up awkwardly on the hospital bed, looking at the brunette man rubbing my bare skin.
With cotton balls, of course, and they were drenched in medicine to keep my whip marks from scarring or getting infected.
"Only five, huh?" The young doctor asked cheerily, and I realized with a flash of shame that he was referring to the wounds, "The Master must like you."
I blanched at his care free smile, horror in my eyes, "So that's why he beat me, then?"
He laughed lightly, tossing something in the nearby trashcan, "Don't take it personally, it's his way of dealing with unruly subs. Although, he usually just spanks them the first few times they screw up... You must be a real stubborn one."
"Subs?" I asked, my head spinning, "Spankings?!"
He nodded, adjusting his scrubs, "Subs, you know, like Submissive. He's the Dominant in this situation, and your the sub. And I'll assume you know what a spanking is."
All this strange talk was bringing back a distant memory from middle school. Princess had been at the front of the class, writing 'BDSM' on the board. The teacher had shown up and suspended her from school before she could explain more than the roles of a dom and a sub, and that it was mainly just kinky sex.
"Oh." I gulped, hiding my face with my hair.
He laughed again, "You'll get used to it. You look like the type that break easily."
I blinked in astonishment a few times and opened my mouth to scream at him, but at that moment, a bag was thrown at me.
It hit me in the side of the head and I winced before picking it up off of the bed.
"The Master told me to tell you to put that on." The creepy doctor informed me.
I grimaced, deciding not to peek at the contents, "Great."
He smiled at me, "Name's Mac, by the way. I'll see you again."
I guess that meant I would be getting injured again in the near future. Not the best news, but...
I nodded once before wrapping the blanket more tightly around my nude form and shuffling over to the bathroom, bag in hand.
I shut and locked the door behind me, tightly squeezing my eyes shut as I dumped the bags contents onto the counter next to the sink.
I bit my lip before gaining enough courage to peak down.
Lord have mercy...
I grabbed the first article of the outfit he had chosen for me with horror.
Crotch-less black lace underwear. Yeah, crotch-less. What was the point of wearing panties if it didn't cover anything up?!
I looked at myself self consciously in the mirror, trying to imagine anyone brave enough to wear them. What I found instead was that the sheet around me was see-through.
I squeaked in shock and humiliation and the realization that Dr. Mac had seen everything.
I dropped the sheet without another thought and threw on the revealing outfit that had been chosen for me, simply for the fact that it was clothing... No matter how scandalous.
Once I dared to take another look at my reflection, I gawked, horrified.
"Oh Jesus." I breathed as the color drained from my face.
I looked like a centerfold.
There was a tight black nighty with a thin lair of lace going from the bottom of my breast to the tip of my thighs. That, and the panties were the only two things I'd put on, but as I looked at the two items remaining, I gathered that it was probably the best choice I'd ever made.
A collar and a pair of handcuffs. Not happening.
I left them on the counter and and hesitantly walked out of the bathroom and out of the doctor's office, in all my whorish glory.
Now where was I supposed to go? Did the beast just expect me to wonder around the mansion in this humiliating getup?
I pulled anxiously on the hem of my nighty and walked, with my head down, down the halls, lost.
"Ma'am?" A male voice called from a few yards away.
I turned around, crossing my arms over my chest, feeling exposed, "Yes?"
The man, short with wide hazel eyes, smiled and walked up to me, "You must be Beauty. I'm Cody. Come along, the Master has called for you."
"Called for me?" I squeaked out as Cody pulled my stunned form into a walk next to him.
He bobbed his head, "Yes, ma'am. Congratulations."
"On what?" I asked faintly.
He grinned, "Your first session with the Master. He seems excited about it to. A rare sight, I'll tell you."
I gulped, "What do you mean 'session?'"
He giggled, "Don't be coy, madame Keane."
Coy? I wasn't going to be coy. No, I was going to be sick. I would throw up all over this no-wax floor and Cody's shoes.
I stopped walking, the room starting to tremble in my vision until Mike gave my arm a light tug.
"Come along." He repeated, "He won't be gentle if you keep him waiting."
AN; AND...! I'm procrastinating. I'm pulling a Cassandra Clare and being fearful about writing the sex scene. Ugh, I gots to do it, I know. Sorry it's not the dirty, smutty chapter nine everyone was oh so looking forward to, but we'll just have to make it a filthy, lemony chapter ten. So review if you want me to finally up the rating and post the fun part!
