The Doctor Will See You Now

Lace, or as she corrects, Lacy, leads me to the nurses office which looks much more like an actual doctors office with a waiting room, confined hallway, and several patient rooms. I stick close to Lacy to avoid getting run over by the other staff. Apparently it was too close as she kindly hands me a ten-inch dildo to suck on. I thank her and put it on the crinkly paper next to me but five minutes later I absentmindedly suck on it like a four-year-old with a lollypop.

After nearly half an hour, the door opens and Dr. Zinna walks through. She has the standard white doctor’s coat on now. I expected her to have a tablet like the rest of the staff to look at my medical files but when her eyes light up I want to smack myself in the face. _All the files are online, of course. _She holds a hand up to stop me as I go to slide off the padded table. I want to kiss her feet to show how well trained I am, but I settle for sucking on the dildo.

“Well, Jack. It looks like your dopamine levels are higher than they normally are for someone in your part of the process, even as an Alpha.” As she explains she walks over to a drawer and pulls out a plastic stick with a metal top. “In a way this is good, great even. You’re becoming what you’re meant to be.” She walked up to me and hold out the stick. “Lubricate.”

I take the dildo out of my mouth and suck on the thin stick. She reaches down to my clit cage and as her eyes light, the cage unlocks, falling into her hand. She takes the stick and puts it down my urethra, far down my urethra. Like a lightning rod splitting a tree, though in this case a sapling might be a better analogy, the insides of my tiny clit burn with a searing pain that I have never felt and never want to feel again.

“Do you not like this?”

I shook my head with fervor.

“Do you understand how ownership works? The ins and outs?”

“No, Ma’am.” I cringe as she twists the stick.

“Well, it’s very simple. When you have an owner, that is not the same thing as having a Mistress. It’s usually done as a trial phase, to see if the owner wants the ****. It’s also done between a woman and a man since a woman can never be a true Mistress, that’s what you’re in now with Rachel and Abigale. Two owners for a special little slut.” She pushes the stick in with a twist.

I grip the seating and scrunch my toes, willing myself not to wine.

“However, owners can be overruled by higher level owners. So, Rachel and Abigale would be considered the same, for now. High Lady Xon took over when you went to class. Now, you’re dealing with me. So, for all intents and purposes, I’m your owner. Do you like that?”

I gaze into her emerald eyes behind her half-moon glasses as she digs the stick deeper, squishing my tiny clit with her fingers, pressing me into myself. I relax even though the fierce pain doesn’t subside and I nod.

Her eyes glow for a second and she smiles. “Dopamine levels are rising. I’m glad to see that.” She rips the stick out and throws it in the trash.

Pain lances though me but I only blink. Is this how I make it through all the ridiculous anal pounding? I was double fucked by four pairs of big dildoed girls and I’ve been completely ignoring the insane burning sensation that is my whole fucking ass. But it’s more than that. I don’t just ignore the pain. “I want more.”

The doctor’s eyes shine with delight as a smile stretches across her face. “I’m sure you do. I’ll forward all of your details to High Lady Xon, and your Madam.”

“Mistress, too?”

“No. Your owners don’t need to know. You can tell them if you want, though you probably won’t be able to.”

I won’t be able to tell them? Why not? She sounded nice but was that a threat?

Her eyes glowed and she frowned. “An excessive round of neurotransmitters firing. You’re confused. About what?”

Well, she might be able to literally read my mind, but at least she couldn’t hear my thoughts. “What do you mean, I won’t be able to tell Mistress and Momma?”

“Well, I could explain things to you, but it would likely be lost on you.” She waves the clit cage and then proceeds to lock up my stubby erection. She places her hands on the padded table, one on each side of my hips. Her whopping tits hang in my face as her scent of sweet fruits and musky wood rolls over me. “Do you want that? Do you want me to tell you your diagnosis?”

Lost in her haze, staring at her massive tits right in my face, I sigh. “Yeah.”

Her finger taps on the table next to me as a frown lines her face and she repeats my answer. “Yeah?”

My brain snaps back to reality faster than a bull whip’s crack. “Oh! I mean, yes, Mistress, Ma’am, Doctor!”

Dr. Zinna smiles and pushes off the table. “In my office, you’ll refer to me as Doctor. I’ll discipline you later for your lackluster answer.”

Later?

She explains what my issue is but I don’t understand half of what she’s saying. I get it’s about my brain and I get that it has something to do with loving cock, which up until recently I would have strongly disagreed with. Now, I reluctantly agree. By the end of her explanation, the best I can describe is that when I see dicks, dopamine floods my brain.

“All you need to concern yourself with is that you’re a good little boy. I’d say go home, but I don’t think you’ll make it without some protection. I should probably take you home. I have a client to see first, but I should be able to get you home in time for your girls to tuck you in.”

Questions run through my mind and her eyes light up with cybernetics again.

“More questions? Do you want me to send you home? Have you walk through the streets naked?”

“I could just wait for Mistress and Mommy to get out of class.”

“You could.” She nods. “Well, since you’re not my male but I owe you discipline, I’ll let you choose. You can take your discipline now and wait for your owners to finish class, or you can do what your doctor thinks is best for you, stay with me for the day and receive your discipline at the right time.”