Medical Assistant

Dr. Zinna’s idea of ‘clothes’ turns out to be a lacy red and white choker with a thin gold hook and chain. The chain hangs to my knees with a heavy golden handle dangling at the end. When she ties the choker around my neck a strange sensation blooms in my chest, a feeling of completeness, as if I’m taking a step forward in my life. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel like I’m really doing something right for once.

Dr. Zinna gives me a kiss on the ear and takes the chain in hand. I walk behind her as she takes me through the halls and out the front office. Several women hoot and holler that Zinna already claimed one. Some making jokes about being surprised I can walk after getting an examination.

Lacy gives me a wink as she joins Dr. Zinna on the steps outside. Their eyes glow and their heads nod as if they’re in agreement. Are they having a fucking conversation through cyberwear?

A maglev Rolls Royce pulls up and the doors hiss air as they lower to become steps. I’d only seen a few maglev cars before, and never a Rolls. Dr. Zinna goes in first with me on the chain following behind her. The inside is like a small sitting room. The seats are basically leather couches facing each other with enough foot room a coffee table could be place in here. I lay on the floor at Dr. Zinna’s feet like a dog, but she gives my leash a slight tug.

“Sit here,” she says, as she pats her ample thigh. “Safety first.”

I climb into her lap and her arms wrap around me, facing me toward the window and pressing me against her chest. My arms wrap around her as I fall into her scent of fruits and musky wood. The feel of her soft skin is like a lure in my cheek. With her blouse in the way, I can only feel it on half of my cheek laying on her, but that little bit of connection makes me feel at home.

The doors shut behind Lacy as she sits in the front seats facing us. The lump under her sundress rises slightly as she looks at me in the doctor’s lap.

The car dings and an automated voice says, “You will arrive at your destination in forty-four minutes. Enjoy your ride.”

We must be going some place pretty far. Maglevs are super fast.

Dr. Zinna pats my naked butt and whispers. “I’m going to play you some videos now. Pay attention, little one.”

The window I’m facing darkens and a video starts to play. The futa on the screen has several males on their knees with different collars on. It explains choker and leash laws, well, the parts that the wearer needs to know. It overrides any other ownership claim and often signifies the final stages of ownership just before permanent binding. Colors can signify meaning, my red and white shows that I’m a medical assistant. Nice. Maybe someone needs a life-saving blow job.

The video goes on to explain that a **** is to never touch their leash unless they are handing it to their Mistress or owner. It plays several examples of hand gestures that would indicate that I hand my gold chain to Dr. Zinna, should she want it.

It ends with the tall futa holding all the male’s leashes as they lick and kiss her cock and balls. “Be a good boy and remember; Obey, obey, obey.” It ends with the same mantra they’d used at least twenty times inside of ten minutes.

The second video is an instructional on how being a Medical Assistant has some special quarks that put me outside the bounds of normal societal rules. The teacher is Dr. Zinna herself and I squeeze tighter to her as I watch her on the tv.

“The customary ways of worship are placed on hold unless instructed otherwise,” Dr. Zinna says in the video. “When entering the home of another futa, regardless of rank, you are to make sure that you stay fully attentive to your doctor. Someone’s life could be on the line and it’s not up to you to decide who is in what condition, you are to listen and obey.”

Obey, obey, obey. Why do they press that so hard? I already fucking obey, I’m not going to disobey. Why hammer it in?

I look up at Dr. Zinna, her eyes still glowing, her head tilts up to the roof of the car, same as Lacy. Her scent keeps pulling me in towards the opening of her blouse. Heat billows out between her breasts like the mouth of a volcano, and like a stupid tourist, I edge closer to the fire.

The next video starts so I pull my attention from the amazing, jumbo-sized tits. It talks about how pets behave with other pets. Apparently, there’s a hierarchy. Thankfully, I won’t have to worry about it too much. In the last video, Dr. Zinna mentioned that Medical Assistants are exempt from **** hierarchy, so I’ll get to watch from a safe distance for my first time. The woman explaining how much she loves to obey her Mistress fades into the back of my mind as I inch closer to Dr. Zinna’s heaving bosom. Her scent grabs me by the head and pulls me into the crack of her tits.

The choker lives up to its name as Dr. Zinna’s fingers pull the lace back. “I told you to pay attention. This is not what I want.”

Her cold tone freezes me to my core. My heart lurches to a stop as my lungs beg for air, my fucking brain doesn’t even form a sentence to freak out with.

Her glowing eyes peer at me as if she can see straight into me.

“Breathe.”

My lungs expand all on their own as if I’m hooked up to a machine. “Thank you,” I say in a breathy exhale.

Her frown deepens but when the glow fades, her green eyes are soft and sympathetic. “And with that, we’ve found your fatal flaw.”

_ Fatal flaw? What could that possibly mean? I’m not perfect, I know that, but fatal flaw. Is she going to throw me away now? My lips quiver as the image of this wonderful futa blurs with tears. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” I have to do better._ I shake my head to clear the stupid thoughts of failure. I won’t fail! “I mean, Doctor. I’m sorry for not watching the video, and I’m sorry for calling your Mistress, Doctor. I won’t let it happen again.”

Her eyes glow for a moment but the green returns and, thank fucking god, she smiles. She wipes a tear from my eye and then gently pushes me from her lap. “I think it best that you sit in that seat.” She points to the seat next to Lacy, the one farthest from herself.

I go immediately. No questions, no sad faces, I hop in the seat and **** a smile on my face. Maybe I should have a smile. She didn’t punish me, other than sending me away, which compared to other punishments could have been much worse. I should be happy to be here. Her height, her enormous cock, tutorial video with her, the car, the cybernetics, everything about her said she was at the top of the food chain in the Empire.

Gazing at her, my heart flutters knowing that even if she wasn’t at the top of the Empire, I’d still be lucky to be here.

The car slows and after the doors hiss and lower, Dr. Zinna holds out her hand with her index finger lower, an indicator that she wants my leash, so I place the handle in her palm. She leads me out into a large driveway filled with other maglev cars and SUVs. The house is a large four-story mansion built in 1823. I know when it was built because I did a report on it in sixth grade and took a tour of it. The Gastion Mansion, also known as the Mayor’s Mansion.

Holy fuck, we’re at the Jarl’s house.