The school gym...you think

When you awake you find yourself in a dimly lit room. You try to move but find that you can only touch the ground with the your toes. Your arms have been bound and are lifted above your head. The end result is that you are standing, but most of your weight is being supported by your arms.

As you come to, you gradually remember being pulled out of the trunk in a dark parking lot. You weren't certain, but you were pretty sure it had been the back side of the school gym. Despite being barely conscious, you remember pain still spiking through your body so she reluctantly helped you hobble through a staff entrance and dragged you through it. Once inside, she roughly guided you in a wheelchair that had been by the door. Then...she had put a cloth over your mouth and...here you were.

You hear two voices behind you. You recognize your Mistress, but you haven't heard the other voice before, but she has a clear southern drawl.

"I can't believe you brought him here without asking. You'll could have been seen!"

"Oh please doctor, you know I've done this before. I was careful. No one saw."

"You know I'm normally very busy doll? You're lucky it's the beginning of the year so I could fit this in." the doctor replied.

"Oh hush. We both know you enjoy this part of your job more than your...official duties. You always find some time for this."

You hear a giggle. "Well you have me there. Very well, go finish your workout. I'll take care of his...injury."

You hear a door open and then close before hearing the clicking of heels approach you from behind.

Two soft but cold hands slide up your back and you shudder.

"Oh good darling. I'm glad you're finally awake. Some of the ladies here have trouble getting dosing right."

"Please let me go, I won't tell anymore about this" you reply.

"Oh threats already doll, well we'll cure you of that too. No, I think you'll stay here for the moment. But just to be safe.."

She steps away for a moment and then comes back. She gently ties blindfold around your head.

"There my dear. You can't report what you can't see. Besides, I have to treat that terrible injury of yours. Your mistress said it was so bad you couldn't finish your workout. But don't worry, I'm a doctor, I'll fix you back up."

Honestly your arms were so tired now from supporting most of your weight, you barely notice any other pain.

"Oh. I'm fine now. It's all better."

"Oh...so you lied to your mistress to get out of your workout?"

Your heart sinks at that thought. "No, I just.."

"Oh. So you're lying to me to get out of treatment? Tsk tsk. You know, I was always taught that it's better to be silent than dishonest."

You feel her grip your jaw and **** it open. Something slides in and she quickly ties the straps of it behind your head keeping it in. Feeling around with your tongue, it seems to be about a 4" dildogag. You try to object "gjet ebt omt!"

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. I can't hear you for some reason. Just nod yes or no while I work here ok. I'll let you go when you're all...better."

You can hear the sarcasm in her voice and slowly nod.

"That's a good boy."

You feel her apply some sort of balm to your injury and then bandage it. To her credit, it almost instantly feels better.

"Does that feel better doll?"

You nod and she replies.

"Excellent. This line of ointments is experimental from a friend here. But they really do work wonders. Anyways, now for rehabilitation. Can't have you going off to hurt yourself again now can we?"

Something in her voice makes your spine tingle. You get the feeling that she's not talking about a normal rehab training session.