Lena’s Journey, Volumes One through Seven

by Alex Carlsbad

  "Is there no other way?" She asks in a small voice. She looks like a little porcelain doll as she kneels demurely at my feet.

  "No. I would have respected your choice either way. Now that you have made it, we have to stick with it. Either that or you can leave. Don't bother coming back if you do." For a moment of sheer panic my heart skips a couple of beats. I can see her mulling over her choice in her mind. She nods. Oh my God is she going to leave me? Will I be able to take it? If she wants to go, there is nothing I will do to stop her, I simply cannot permit myself, even if it breaks my heart and ruins my life forever.

  I can see her silently nod her head again, her eyes still fixed on mine. Tears start pouring down her cheeks in long rivulets.

  "I will do as you say, Master,” Lena says in that soft little girlish voice of hers.

  I have to use all my willpower and strength to not bend down and gather her up and squeeze her with all my might. My soul is singing. My beautiful little submissive sweetheart girl!

  I'm careful to keep my expression serious and composed as I look down on her.

  "Good. I know it is only your first full day with me, so I shall let this little rebellion slide. But you better forget about contesting my orders ever again. Understood?" I make sure that my voice comes across as low and as scary as I can make it.

  I'm delighted to see the effect it has on her as her beautiful blue eyes mist up and she immediately nods.

  “Y-yes, Master."

  “Good. One last thing before I take you to your room.”

  “My room?”

  “Yes, I need you to sign the admission chart. I have decided that for the next couple of weeks, it will be best if you stay in the hospital, as a patient. The nurses and other physicians will have strict orders to ignore you and defer to me in case you need assistance. They will be informed that you are part of a clinical trial we are doing for a top-secret medication with one of the companies on whose board I serve. You are to stay in your room and ignore the general hospital population. You will be in one of the best suites here and under my one-on-one care. Come now it is almost time for lunch. "

  "Yes, Master."

  *

  I am not sure why we still use those silly hospital gowns and make patients wear clothes that appear designed to embarrass and humiliate, but God does Lena look gorgeous in hers!

  My loins stir at the thought that she must have walked here all the way from her room at the other end of the hospital. I can see her blush violently as she the starts to turn but then stops herself ashamed at what she might reveal. Instead, she reaches back and closes the door to my office.

  How charming and how naïve that somebody whose butt I just submitted to a rather lengthy and humiliating enema procedure and in whose mouth I just spewed my seed less than a couple of hours ago, is still so shy around me.

  I look up from my laptop and motion her over. She has tossed her long lustrous black hair over her back no doubt attempting to cover her charming bum as best she can. The hospital gown has strings on the back and only covers her front as far as her mid-thighs. Precious little of her nubile body is left to my imagination.

  She steps up to my desk and remains standing. I can see her eyes naturally gravitate down with embarrassment but one arched frown from me is enough to remind her of her obligation to keep her beautiful blue eyes riveted on her master at all times. I go back to typing on my laptop. "I see you have finally been admitted and issued a gown."

  "Yes, um, about that, Master… Would it be possible for me to get something else to wear? This is just so… Revealing?”

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this is what everybody admitted to the hospital is required to wear. Most of our patients are here for some very serious medical conditions. You do need to understand that having to mess around with clothes is one thing we’d rather not do when trying to save a struggling patient's life.”

  “Yes, absolutely, sir.” She clears her throat and tries again, “but I am not exactly that kind of a patient. Right?" I can see her genuine consternation now. She is so beautiful!

  “Oh… And what kind of patient are you exactly?” Her eyes start searching for the floor again but she forces them back on me.

  “I am just here to… To be with you… Not for any special treatment," the last word sounds like a question and I smile.

  "But that is where you, my sweetheart are so very wrong.” I turn and focus on the young impressionable brunette. “You are here for what I might even argue is the most special treatment. Much more so than any other patients here. You are here to submit to me, are you not?” I leave the words hanging in the air and I can see her visibly squirm with the implications.

  "Yes."

  “You are to address me as Master, girl and look me in the eye, and speak clearly and loudly.” My suddenly loud voice rattles the girl like a gunshot.

  “Yes, Master yes of course.”

  “That's better. Now let me tell you what submitting yourself to me really means. I suspect it will go a long way towards clarifying why you are admitted into the hospital as my patient. The submission of a young impressionable woman like yourself to a man like me is a process. It is not something to be taken lightly on either side. It is my responsibility to make sure that your journey brings us both fulfillment and growth. This requires time and patience and knowledge which I am lucky to possess on all counts. Here you will learn to place your trust in me absolutely, with no reserve and allow yourself to be guided as far as I think you can go. For this to happen, the hospital is a perfect setting. A young girl's body is both fragile but also very versatile and adaptable. You will understand what I mean with time but you probably already have an appreciation from the enema procedure this morning. Right?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Very well, sweetheart. Now why don't you step out of those God awful hospital shoes and disrobe for me.” Slowly with careful deliberation, Lena steps out and reaches back to pull on the ties of her hospital gown. It comes off and falls to the ground too fast for her liking. She makes a futile effort to hold up her hands for a moment before letting it drop to her feet with a little exasperated sigh.

  “Stand straight please. I can see your tummy is healing nicely from the strapping yesterday. Turn around. Very well, your buttocks are the perfect shade of pink and will soon be all healed up as well. Turn around again, please. I can tell by your expression however, that the memory of your first real spanking by a grown man will stay with you for some time, perhaps forever. Right?”

  A delectable sheen of sweat covers pretty Lena's entire body now. "Yes, Master."

  “Here is what we shall do next. I want you to walk over and sit in the armchair over there in the back of the room and scoot forward as far as you can. I want your butt at the very edge. Go on, now don't dawdle! We don't have all day!” Immediately the beautiful young woman runs over and does as ordered. Her bouncy breasts jiggle enticingly as her tight little freshly-spanked butt wiggles as she runs over to the chair. Her entire body is just screaming, begging to be mastered.

  God, how am I going to survive these days of training without jumping her every free moment I get!

  “Very well, sweetheart. Now lean back and lift your legs as high as you can.” I can see her consternation as I stand to walk over to where she's trying to comply with my request. I tower above her lithe little figure.

  I take her ankles and press them as far back as they can go and she groans but still manages to maintain eye contact with me. Her awkward position has her doubled in two. Her head now looks down her tiny torso as her ankles are all the way up by her ears. She looks like a grotesque little statue of an erotic goddess with no legs but just a torso.

  I think I have just discovered my favorite position for when I fuck her later. Her face is only inches from her navel thus providing her a real closeup view of the proceedings.

  “Beautiful, I love how supple you are. Now try to reach in between your thighs and hold down on them for me with yo
ur arms. Great. I want you to hold your pussy lips with each hand and open it for me.” I marvel at her momentary look of reluctance but my expression is implacable. I cannot help but marvel at how well Lena follows directions. “Take your labia between the index finger and your thumb in each hand.”

  “Oh my God!” she exhales and I know she will still soon start hyperventilating again.

  “Shhhh, Lena, now none of that. I can't have you fainting on me every time we do something more adventurous. Remember, concentrate on breathing in through your nose and counting to five before breathing out again.”

  “Yes… Master.”

  I can see her little fingers delve into her hairy center, search out and grab her beautiful labia that lie hidden there. Her pussy looks untouched and pristine like a delicate forest waiting to be claimed. It is so tight that she is barely able to grab hold of her outer lips with the very tips of her fingers.

  “Excellent, my dear. You are doing wonderfully. Try and pull your lips apart as far as you can for me.” She whimpers softly and again follows my instructions. I can see her delectable pinkness shine like a sunrise in between her hairs.

  I squat down and inhale her. I revel in her beautiful musk.

  “I will now use my open hand to spank your pussy as I promised you last night.”

  Lena is shaking violently now but is somehow still able to keep her tiny lips open for me. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she babbles her little litany as I gently place my palm across her quivering pussy. My hand looks grotesquely big against her upturned bottom covering her almost entirely. I can feel her hot pulsating wetness throb against my hand as I gently cup her. Her little pelvis jerks up involuntarily to meet my hand and I smile. Only one session with the remotely controlled vibrator, and my beautiful Lena is already starting to be wonderfully sensitized. Her body is simply asking to be fucked.

  "I will spank you three times tonight. The first two smacks will be rather light and will just serve to warm you up. The third one will be the real thing.”

  “Oh no! please…” I don't give her an opportunity to complete her sentence as I lift my wrist and bring it back down with a resounding crack that echoes from the walls.

  Her eyes shoot wide open and she stares at me for a long fraction of a second before the pain registers and she squeals. I cannot help myself. I bring my left hand up to her tear streaked face and gently caress her forehead. She surprises me by opening her mouth and moving to take my index finger between her lips and she starts suckling on. I nod and lift my wrist a second time. The smack again echoes in the room but this time she somehow manages to stay silent merely sucking on my finger in her mouth. Her big blue doll-like eyes look me straight on and it is all I can do to not cum in my pants.

  “Here it comes, baby. Be strong for me now.” I can feel her nod against my finger as I bring the full weight of my forearm across her virginal pink opening. This time her scream echoes in the empty room and she wets herself dropping her grasp as she virtually flies off the seat and tumbles in a messy heap on the floor at my feet.

  I take a seat in the chair still warm from her naked body and tap my lap. “Come sweetheart you did beautifully. I need to hug my baby and make her feel better.” With little soft whimpers Lena gathers herself up from the ground and gingerly sits across my broad lap. I reach forward and scoop her up in my arms like a father would cradle a baby holding her tight against me as she nestles into my chest and starts crying.

  “You are my beautiful girl. So brave, so strong, I am really impressed with you,” I whisper in her hair and cuddle her keeping her covered with my big arms trying to envelop her little body as she squirms into me.

  *

  Lena:

  I love hearing his soothing words of praise as I cry into his chest. He feels so hard and broad against me and yet warm and welcoming like a granite stone hearth recently warmed by a strong campfire. I cry for a long time luxuriating in his loving caresses as he carefully envelops me like a blanket of caring. Dr. Branigan is my master and I love him with all my heart. We stay like that for a long while as I doze off into a gentle slumber. I don't know how long it is before I feel his gentle caress along my arm and look up to see him smiling down on me.

  The room is almost dark now and I realize that the sun outside has probably set plunging us into semi darkness.

  "It is almost 9 o'clock. We better hurry and call your mom before she falls asleep." I nod silently trying to gather my wits as he reaches to pull out his cell phone and offer it to me. With shaking fingers I dial her number and wait.

  “Hi, mom!”

  “Hi sweetie," her voice sounds husky and I know she has been crying. “I missed you today,” she says and then clears her throat.

  “Are you okay, mom?”

  “Of course honey. Just missing my little girl, is all. This place is fantastic. You definitely should not be worrying about me. This morning, when I woke up, I could hardly tell if I was at a hospital or a five star resort. They even have on staff masseuses and a Jacuzzi tub on every floor! And the cute male nurses, oh, my God…” I can tell my mother is doing her best to sound chipper and I try to play along.

  “Awesome mom. Make sure you don't break anybody’s heart!” I laugh.

  For a moment I almost forget I am absolutely naked and sitting in my master's lap as I talk to my mother and we idly chitchat about her day at the hospice.

  “Tell me honey why are you calling on Dr. Branigan's number? Am I losing my mind, or did his caller ID just pop up on my screen?”

  A cold shiver runs down my spine and I clear my throat.

  “Well, actually…. I am calling on his phone. He's here with me.”

  “Oh… Isn't it late to be bothering the good doctor?” My mom asks and just then I almost drop the phone when I feel my his fingers come around my waist and idly run up against my highly sensitized nether lips. For a moment my brain seizes and I am at a complete loss for words.

  “Hello? Are you there? Lena? Honey?”

  “Yes, mom,” I breathe deeply making an effort to sound as lighthearted as possible. “Uhm, there is something I want to tell you.”

  Just then his fingers commence spreading me and I almost faint.

  “What is wrong, honey? Are you okay?”

  “Nothing is wrong, mom. It is just that after I last dropped you off, I stopped by Dr. Branigan's office to talk about how you were doing and his plan of treatment.”

  His fingers start rubbing faster and faster delving every now and then across my entrance sending my pelvis into little uncontrollable shudders. I suddenly become very aware of my master's huge throbbing manhood just under where I am sitting in his lap. The pain his fingers elicit through my throbbing pussy where he spanked me just moments ago meshes with the waves of warm pleasure shooting through my belly.

  “Yeah… And…?”

  “Well… we kind of hooked up, mom.”

  “Hooked up? I don’t understand? What do you mean?”

  “We are dating! Mom!” I blurt out suddenly as my orgasm explodes and casts my entire body into spasms.

  “Oh! I see…” Mercifully she seems to be thinking about that and I cover the receiver with my hand as I look away waiting for the waves of ecstasy to subside.

  “He is much older than you, Lena. Are you sure this is wise… You probably don’t know that once, a long time ago…”

  “I love him, mom!”

  Where did that come from? Why would I say such a thing? For a long moment both my mom and I are rendered speechless at my outburst.

  “Uhm, okay. Listen, sweetie, I trust you one hundred percent. I know…, I have faith that whatever you choose and whomever you want to be with, will all turn out for the best.”

  Tears spring into my eyes. I now feel my master's hands come to rest on my belly where I still feel sensitive from the strapping he gave me last night.

  “Mom. I love you.”

  “I love you, sweetie. Can I have a word with Dr. Branigan.., Jake,”
she corrects herself. “You said he's there, right?”

  “Yes, here he is.”

  “Bye, sweetheart.”

  “Bye mom.” I choke down tears as I offer the phone back to Dr. Branigan.

  “Mom says she wants to talk with you.”

  “I wipe my tears and watch on as my master listens to something my mother says.

  "I will be exactly as gentle with her as you were with me." Dr. Branigan's voice sounds oddly strained and almost defensive. What is he talking about? I cannot bring myself to ask him the myriad questions that suddenly blossom into my mind. Naked and shivering with fright, I wait for them to finish and watch him slowly put the phone back down on the table by our side.

  ~

  Trained by the Doctor

  Lena:

  When he kisses me, his lips are hungry. It is a desperate kiss. I have never experienced anything like it before. I clench and unclench my fists as I stand naked in the center of his office and surrender myself to the ravishment of my mouth. Every last muscle of my body is stiff and petrified except for my tongue and mouth and lips which have come to life, softened and moistened, and tingling with electricity at the touch of my handsome and powerful man.

  Dr. Branigan has been our family physician for what feels like forever and yet it isn't until today that his lips touch mine. Ever since I first saw him when I was but a young teenager, I have dreamt of this moment and now my mind reels with ecstasy and joy that it has finally arrived. He is impossibly intoxicating and I realize, probably good at absolutely everything he does. I cannot wait. I reach up with my arms and intertwine them behind his neck as I stand on tiptoes. My body aches with anticipation of the mysteries to follow.

  His tongue washes over mine and I whimper quietly in spite of myself.