Womanhood for Jenny

A super tampon followed easily. Peeling the backing from a maxi pad and sticking it in her panties, jenny wondered if Master would punish her for ruining His evening with her period. True, her mouth was always available for His pleasure, and Doctor Deb, as a devoted lesbian with a true sadistic bent, usually favored oral service over splitting jenny with a dildo, but tonight was supposed to be so special and jenny had wanted to be the perfect whore for both Master and Doctor Deb.

Even as she pulled her panties the rest of the way up, she could feel the beginning ooze of the slime from her 'cunt.'The cramps from the vinegar, the mineral oil, and of course, the tampon gave her the appropriate dull fullness and familiar ache down there. 'That's part of the price of womanhood,' she told herself. With determined female pride, she cleaned up the bathroom, and lay down to rest.

When she woke up to the soft alarm clock, the familiar period pain reminded her to get up and change her tampon and pad. A bit of staining required fresh panties too. Buttoning her dress up and stepping into her high heels again, she began cooking supper.

Hearing a car pull in the drive, jenny glanced up at the clock, realizing that Master wasn't due home yet, and the car wasn't His.

At the doorbell's chime, she hurried to the front door, smoothing her dress and patting her hair as she went. Looking out the window, she saw Doctor Deb, and hurried to unlock the door and welcome her in.

Despite looking like a jovial teddy bear, which she was to her patients, Doctor Deb was an imagnitive sadist. She knew how to make a girl suffer. Master had given Doctor Deb carte blanche to use jenny. He enjoyed watching the show.

"Good evening, Doctor Deborah. Welcome to Master Charles' home. Won't you come in?" with a curtsey, jenny ushered the Doctor inside. "May I take your bag?" jenny gestured to the Doctor's satchel.

Wordlessly, Doctor Deb surrendered the bag. "Master isn't home just yet. Would You like a drink, Ma'am?"