The next week was much of the same. Tina would test her skills and creativity against random slaves. Sometimes they would fuck afterwards. Sometimes Tina would share her bed for the night; sometimes she slept alone. Once a random man came into her room and fucked her while Tina watched. Jackie fell asleep with him but he was gone in the morning.
Jackie liked the activities. Spanking and paddling and tormenting and making both the male and female slaves cum. She got to wear a strapon cock for the first time in her life and used it first on a man and then a woman.
It wasn’t that she lost track of time, it was that Jackie was looking forward to what each day would bring. She didn’t care if she had a job when she got back; this was her job now. One morning she was looking out the window into the woods and realized it had been nearly two weeks since she had first entered the mansion.
After breakfast when Tina assigned tasks and roles for the day, Jackie didn’t get an immediate assignment, which wasn’t unusual. Tina had Jackie accompany her on a tour of the mansion where the various guests were engaged in all manner of depravity and sexual torture and training. It was like Tina was an inspector and Jackie was her assistant. It was normal, except Tina was dressed like an office secretary and Jackie was wearing high heeled boots and the corset that left her nipples exposed.
“How much longer will I be here?” asked Jackie after they checked on a new guest who was bound to a wall, fully dressed, while he watched two women—one of them his wife and the other his occasional lover—have sex with a much younger man. Tina felt his cock through his pants. He was hard. He couldn’t speak because he was wearing a ball gag.
“We’ll be back in an hour,” Tina said to the man. He looked at her with pleading eyes.
She ignored him. When she and Jackie exited the room, she locked the door so no one could leave.
“It’s not that I’m not enjoying myself or learning a lot. I am. I’m just wondering how much longer this will go on. I don’t want it to stop.”
Tina brought Jackie to one of the rooms in the mansion she had only visited on her first day. It was the medical exam room.
“Why are we here? I’m perfectly healthy. A few bruises on my thigh, but that was to be expected from yesterday’s paddling.”
Tina didn’t answer her directly. “You can leave your bustier on. You might want to take off your boots. Please get on the table and put your feet in the stirrups.”
Jackie removed the boots; they made her ass look fantastic when she was walking—she had checked in a mirror more than once—but they gave her no traction at all. By now Jackie was used to unusual requests and having her sex examined for no apparent reason was normal.
Or maybe, she thought, it was to be an introduction to medical fetish and kink. That certainly was within the realm of the Society.
As Jackie got on the table and presented herself like she was visiting the gyno, Tina slipped on a lab jacket like she was a doctor, pulled a steel tray out of a drawer, and seated herself on a rolling stool.
“I’m glad you’ve been enjoying yourself, Jackie. We, that is the Society, are pleased with your work. It’s difficult to find a true switch like yourself. It seems like everyone wants or is a submissive, and of course we have dominants but never enough, it seems. You are special because you happily switch back and forth between giving pain and receiving it while enjoying both.”
“Thank you.” Occasionally Tina would go off on these tangents of lectures about what the Society did in the mansion.
“Do you feel you are part of the Society?” Tina asked. She rolled the stool between Jackie’s knees and looked at her open sex. Taking a moment, Tina pulled on a pair of latex gloves. Jackie resigned herself to the fact that this was to be a practical introduction to medical fetish.
“I guess so. I mean, yes. It’s not like there’s going to be some fancy ritual or graduation ceremony, is there? If you didn’t want me here, I would have been dismissed already.”
“But do you believe you are part of the Society?” Tina pressed. She ran her fingers over Jackie’s labia, inspecting. That shouldn’t have been necessary. Jackie and Tina had had sex multiple times now and she was already intimately familiar with Jackie’s anatomy.
“Yes.”
“That’s good. Do you have any limits as to what you’ll do for the Society?”
Jackie let out a nervous laugh as Tina pushed a finger into her pussy. “I mean…I wouldn’t commit a felony, killing someone, something like that. But I’d do what I needed to do to be part of the Society.”
Tina tilted her head to the side. “I’m not going to ask you to commit a crime. I want to know what you would sacrifice to be part of the Society.”
“I’d sacrifice almost anything. My old life…I’d give that up for this.”
“You already have,” said Tina. She picked up a small object from the surgical tray next to her. “This is your sacrifice. If you want to be part of the Society, you have to wear it.”
Jackie immediately recognized the object. It was a small silver captive bead ring. It was just like the ones some of the female submissives—slaves—wore. It was similar to the ones some of the male submissives wore in their cocks. Only submissives in the Society wore the rings; they got the ring when they were officially accepted. Ophelia wore one. Jackie had been wondering if she was going to get one. She wasn’t a submissive; she was a switch.
Instead of blurting out that she would happily sacrifice a little pain to be in the Society, she said, “Is it going to hurt?”
“Yes, but pain varies from one person to the next. You can endure this.”
“And if I wear it…I’ll be part of the Society?”
“As I said, you already are.”
Jackie relented. “Please do it.”
Tina nodded. She got to work. Jackie focused on the ceiling. It was flat white, maybe slightly off-white but not quite beige.
The red pinprick of pain through her clitoral hood clitoris flared in her mind. It hardly hurt at all. There was more discomfort as Tina fitted the ring in the hole she had made. Slowly, there was a burning pain as Tina adjusted the bead, tightening it, making sure it stayed in place.
“You’re done,” said Tina.