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Tales from the Academy by Robin Cardinal The Caribbean is home to several small, remote, privately owned islands which appear to the uninitiated to be uninhabited and desolate. One such island is owned by a private corporation whose shares are controlled by a discrete group of aristocratic women who believe in absolute female supremacy and have inherited or acquired enough wealth to put their beliefs into practice. Through clever landscaping, this island conceals a number of buildings and sheds that house an institution known as The Academy. The Academy exists to shape, mold, and train personal slaves for its corporate shareholders and select clients. Its highly professional staff of doctors, nurses, hairdressers, beauticians, sex psychologists, and professional dominants prides itself on its ability to take any individual, male or female, and remake him or her into a complete submissive, trained to serve the mistress with exquisite perfection. Mistresses themselves must undergo a week long series of personal counseling sessions, fill out lengthy questionnaires, and answer numerous questions of the admissions staff before their candidate will be accepted for training. All of this information is then run through a specially designed computer program which correlates the mistress' desires with the physical and personal characteristics of the prospective slave to create a training program unique to that slave. Anyone accepted for admission to the academy must consent in writing to allow the academy to take whatever measures necessary to ensure that, upon graduation, he or she has become exactly what the mistress has contracted for. The mistress thus allows the submissive to demonstrate the ultimate commitment of his love by being allowed to exist only to serve the mistress. Of course, the slave is never informed as to the mistress' plans for it. Academy trained slaves are the most highly sought after slaves in the world and command very high prices when a mistress tires of them and puts them up for sale. Following is the story of one such submissive - Edward J. Dolan. Chapter 1 Edie, as he was now known, looked into the full length mirror for one last detailed examination before he knocked on the door to the Assistant Chief Trainer's office. He had been told to report to her while performing his ironing duties in the laundry room only minutes ago. After three months at the Academy, Edie knew the consequences of not being groomed to the satisfaction of any trainer, but especially, the Assistant Chief who was notorious for her exact standards and liberal use of the cane and the whip. Edie had been caned three times since the beginning of training and each time had been reduced to a blubbering mass of tears within minutes. Not to mention the fact that the welts seemed to ache and hurt forever. He knew that some of his fellow maids were caned enough to ensure that they always had five perfect welts on their buttocks to remind them of their status and their mistress. Their training regime demanded that after each stroke they announce out loud the name of their mistress and the fact that they are her personal property. Fortunately, his mistress had not incorporated that into his training program - yet. The mirror was located directly to the left side of the door to the Assistant's (as she was known) office and was high enough to allow the entire body to be viewed and wide enough for five maids to look into it simultaneously. Directly behind him on the opposite wall was another mirror of exactly the same size to allow him to check himself from the rear. In fact, mirrors were ubiquitous throughout the Academy and provided Edie with one of the few genuine pleasures of his training. Now that he had been feminized, he reveled in his newly smooth skin and feminine beauty. He rarely passed a mirror without sneaking at least a slight glance at himself. The maids were ordered to constantly check their appearance to ensure that it met standards since it was one of the bedrocks of the Academy's philosophy that no slave should even be in the presence of a mistress if he or she was not perfectly groomed and attractive. Edie had been punished several times, though, when he had been caught glancing into a mirror when he was in the presence of a mistress or hurrying to carry out an errand. In the first case, he had violated the rule that slaves were to keep their eyes down at all times when in the presence of a mistress; and, in the second case, a slave carrying out a personal errand for a mistress was to concentrate on that order to the exclusion of everything else. His most severe punishment had come, however, when he passed the Assistant in the hallway and was judged guilty of being too slow to curtsy. Edie had been trying to sneak a glance in the mirror and had been too slow to notice her. That was the occasion of his first and most severe caning. He had also been placed under strict discipline for a week and he now desperately hoped that the Assistant had forgotten that incident. Edie anxiously looked into the mirror, nervously checked himself for even the slightest flaw. He was very pleased with the image of a feminized male maid dressed in the garb of a laundry maid. His black hair, brushed this morning until it actually shone, had been braided and then pinned up onto the back of his head so that now it was completely hidden underneath the huge sheer, white cotton mob cap that was the required headdress of a laundry maid. The cap helped to keep any stray hairs out of the laundry and lo and behold should any mistress find a hair in her laundry. The hormonal pills and injections he had been given were doing their job and now his flesh had lost its masculine lines and was as smooth and soft as any twenty- two year old woman. His breasts had been enlarged gradually so that now they required a size 32C brassiere. He was very proud of his aureoles and his newly enlarged nipples which were now at least a quarter of an inch when erect and were incredibly sensitive. The feel of silk brushing across them drove him to distraction. He did wonder though how large his breasts would turn out to be since one of the training mistresses was fond of teasing him that his mistress was a fan of the slave Meranda Hill in that classic Bizarre Video production "Bound in Love." Underneath the mob cap, Edie saw a perfectly made-up face with plucked and shaped eyebrows, permanently lined eyes, and a small, pert nose. The lips were painted a bright scarlet and the face held only a little foundation and rouge. Edie's skin was especially smooth and the Academy insisted that he adopt the new subtle method of make-up. He had wanted to darken the light eye shadow to offer contrast to his green eyes, but had been overruled. He was not to look like a slut, he was told. In any event, he knew that if, in his former life, he had seen a photograph of this face he would have been immediately infatuated. He opened his mouth to check his teeth and was pleased with their brightness and shine. Upon his arrival, the Academy dentist, a huge woman, had ordered several bleaching treatments. Although his ears were hidden by the mop cap the fake pearl earrings in his newly pierced ears could be seen just poking out from below the edge of the cap. A black suede collar with gold ring encircled Edie's delicate neck and he reached in back to center the ring in front. The entire front of his body from his neck to his ankles was covered by a white, sheer apron that tied at the neck and waist in back with huge bows. Edie reached in back and checked each bow to ensure that it was tight and that the ends of the bows were perfectly even. He had always had trouble with keeping those ends even and once received a night in the punishment room for his failure. That had cured him. While adjusting the bows he took the opportunity to check himself from the rear. He especially liked the way he looked from this angle since the pills and injections had done wonders. His buttocks were smooth, firm, compact and "perky" as his only friend and fellow sissy maid, Fifi had told him. His legs, however, were his best feature - long, smooth, and straight. They would have put any woman to shame. Edie wore the white nylons of a laundry maid held up by plain white garters. But he crinkled his nose in mild disgust as he looked at the white leather ankle boots with three inch heels that were also required to be worn by laundry maids. He thought the leather shoelaces to be especially ugly. He had been trained to wear five inch heels and loved what they did for his already outstanding legs. The mistresses would have said he was getting above himself should he ask to wear anything else other than the uniform of a laundry maid. After all, he was only a junior maid in the early stages of training. He was anxious, however, to move on to the next step in his training since the drudgery of washing and ironing mistress and slave clothes all day long was getting unbearable. He would not miss the bizarre punishments he received when some mistress found some minor flaw with her laundry. Edie reached down and adjusted the white cuffs on his wrist and noticed that his long, slim fingers were perfectly groomed with the clear finger nail polish glistening in the light. The nails had been allowed to grow an eighth of an inch and squared off. Edie checked his make-up one last time, put back his shoulders, lowered his head and eyes, and prepared to knock on the Assistant's office door. Chapter II Edie took a deep breath, exhaled, and knocked on the large wood door with the proscribed three knocks indicating that a junior house maid was begging to enter the office of his superior. There was no answer! Edie grabbed his lower lip with his teeth, at a loss as to what to do next. If he knocked again, the mistress might get annoyed and he would suffer her wrath. But if the mistress had not heard and he was judged to be tardy in answering her summons, he would be punished. As with most of his training, he found that it was almost impossible to please the trainers. He livid in constant fear of them and strove to please them at all costs. Edie was just about to knock again when he heard a voice say: "Enter." He opened the door and walked to a point directly in front of a modern glass table that served as a desk. "You rang, Ma'am." he said as he grabbed the edges of his apron and performed a deep curtsy. Again he was met with silence. He kept his head and eyes down and held his deep curtsy. His heart began to race in anticipation. Finally, a voice responded to his greeting. "Edie, if I'm not mistaken," said a deep and sultry feminine voice. "Yes Ma'am. Edie Ma'am," he responded as he rose from his curtsy and stood in the proscribed manner when in the presence of a trainer. His head and eyes were down. His hands were crossed at the wrists at the small of his back and his legs were together and touching. The back was as straight and rigid as he could make it. His body quivered slightly from the tension. The Chief Assistant Trainer, or Miss Henderson, as she was known to the other trainers, glanced up only briefly as she continued to read a computer printout on her desk. Edie had no way of knowing that it was his training report and that it was quite favorable, although no mistress would ever tell him so. All he knew at this moment was that he had better maintain a perfect posture if he didn't want to receive a vicious whipping. Finally, Miss Henderson rose from her desk and took up a position directly behind Edie and untied the bows of the huge apron at his neck and back. "Fold the apron, put it on the shelf there, and then stand in front of the mirror to your left," she ordered. Edie folded the apron in to thirds, placing the ties on top, and ran on his tiptoes to the shelf. After nervously placing it on top of some books, he ran back to his former position and turned to his left. He now stood facing a large full length mirror. He resisted stealing a glance at himself and stood motionless with his wrists crossed at the small of his back and his legs touching. Had he dared to steal a glance at himself he would not have been disappointed. His wide smooth shoulders tapered gracefully into his budding breasts with their large erect nipples and a tight flat stomach. His narrow waist rounded into a set of firm and slightly muscular thighs. His legs were as long and magnificent from the front as they were from the back. And, Edie possessed one of the smallest and daintiest pair of feet imaginable. Although they were odd on a male, they were very attractive in his new form. But what most attracted him to his new owner was the large penis and scrotum that now lay in splendid repose between his legs. His penis was about four inches in length and perfectly proportioned. Although over eight inches when erect, that had not happened since his enslavement and the signing of his ownership papers. For, his penis was now constantly encircled by the standard chastity device unique to the Academy. It was wrapped in a two inch piece of a synthetic fabric controlled by a microcomputer embedded in a one-half inch square metal plate that molded itself to his flesh and prevented any erection at all. The chastity device was such that should the wearer of the device get excited, the fabric expanded slightly allowing just the slightest erection. At that point the microcomputer caused the material to constrict and would not allow any further growth. The penis was forced to return to its flaccid state. Should the slave still remain excited, it would again allow expansion with the resulting restriction. This constant action could drive its wearer to exasperation. It was an exquisite torture. The chastity device or "loop" as it was called also contained a ring on top of the metal plate which allowed the wearer's penis to be chained to all types of objects. The loop also had a microchip embedded in it that electronically sealed and locked the loop on the slave. Each device could only be opened by an electronic beam emitted by a hand held laser device. Further, the electronic code was unique to each loop so that only some one with access to the carefully guarded code for programming the laser device could unlock it.. All of this had been explained to Edie at the time he signed his ownership papers; and, in a moving ceremony, his mistress had personally placed the device on his penis. It certainly was more effective than any brand in establishing ownership. Miss Henderson took a few moments to caress Edie's buttocks and revel in their smoothness and firmness. She reached her hand between his buttocks to see if he automatically separated his legs to allow the mistress easy access. One of the first things that the slaves were taught was that their bodies were the property of their mistresses and they should accommodate any inspection or use desired by the mistress. Edie parted his legs as the trainer reached through and grabbed his penis. Miss Henderson, watching the maid's face in the mirror for any reaction as she rubbed her fingernail on the head of the penis, caught only a momentary sigh of pleasure that quickly disappeared. Edie's penis started to become erect and then subsided as the loop constricted it. Since his head and eyes were down, Edie could watch the trainer's perfectly manicured hand as it caressed him. He wondered which unfortunate lady's maid in training was assigned to Miss Henderson and had to keep those hands perfectly manicured; for, given the way she wielded the whip and the cane, she must break a fingernail a day. His thoughts were interrupted when the trainer with drew her hand and caressed his buttocks again. "She's trying to drive me crazy," thought Edie. After several minutes Miss Henderson reached up and took the maid's cap off of Edie. She unpinned and unbraided his hair, let it fall down his back, and then reveled in its texture while admiring its deep ebony color. Edie had been told to let his hair grow for several months before his enslavement and, since it was already quite long, it now reached to his shoulder blades. "Nice hair. I shouldn't tell you this but your mistress is going to allow it to grow until it reaches the small of your back," said Miss Henderson as she continued to heft the hair and caress it. "Yes ma'am. Thank You ma'am." replied Edie who was secretly thrilled at the prospect. "Have you finished your course in serving at tea, Edie?" asked Miss Henderson. "Almost ma'am. We are to finish this week." "Your daily grades show that you did quite well. Anyway it will have to do. I'm having an important visitor this afternoon and you will serve as an assistant maid. Can you do it?" asked Miss Henderson. "Er, yes Ma'am. I think so Ma'am. The only thing we haven't learned is how to pour the tea." responded Edie, thrilled at this promotion but fearful of the consequences should he not please Miss Henderson. In any event, he knew a no answer would move him back in his training and he had no wish to repeat humility training. "Well, you'll have to do. You will not pour the tea so you should be able to handle that." "Yes Ma'am. I'll do my best Ma'am." "I accept nothing less than perfect and total service. I don't have time to send you back to the slave quarters so you will dress here under my supervision. It's about time you served a more demanding mistress. Which, by the way, is what I prefer to be called by my maids." "Yes Mistress. I understand Mistress." "Hmm. Take off those shoes and nylons and await my orders." "Yes Mistress," he replied as he went down to both knees. There was a prescribed way of doing everything in the Academy, even this. After getting to his knees he extended his right leg and proceeded to untie the shoe laces and remove his ugly ankle boot from his foot. He then returned to both knees and repeated the previous action with his left boot. Again he went back to both knees and, in turn, extended each leg and removed his nylons. After placing the boots and nylons at arms length, he stood back up facing the mirror. Immediately, he lowered his head, crossed his wrists behind his back, and stood on his tiptoes. All maids in training had to stand on their tiptoes when barefoot as part of their high heel training. At night, and in the mornings, when the maids were in their dormitories and not dressed in their proscribed uniform of the day, which always included heels of some kind, they stood, walked and ran on their tiptoes. It was second nature to him now. "Run over to that dresser and bring me a hair brush, Edie." Miss Henderson ordered. As Edie immediately ran to do as he was told, he was able to glance at Miss Henderson in the mirror. She was dressed in a gold thong bikini covered by a hip length terry cloth robe casually tied at the waist, showing a glimpse of her petite but buxom figure. The robe carried the crossed whips emblem of the Academy and was standard issue to the training mistresses. A pair of two- inch, heeled, gold strap sandals completed her wardrobe. Her brown hair was black as it was still wet from the pool. Apparently Miss Henderson had interrupted her noon swim to deal with this junior maid. As Edie ran on his tiptoes to get the hairbrush, the mistress took a side chair which had been positioned up against the wall and placed it in front of the mirror where Edie had been standing. Edie ran back to a position in front of the chair where his mistress was now sitting, and knelt in front of her. He placed the hairbrush in the palms of both hands, kissed it delicately with his lips and the tip of his tongue, and presented it to his mistress. Miss Henderson took the hairbrush from the maid with her right hand and, with her left, indicated that he should turn around with his back to her. He did so and she began to brush his hair. She brushed it vigorously and was rather impatient with a snarl she encountered. Finally, the hair shone in the light of the room from the brushing. The mistress drew it back from Edie's head so that it covered his ears and gathered it with her left hand in the back of his neck. With her right hand she reached into the pocket of her robe and took out a black ribbon. She then tied a huge bow at the nape of Edie's neck' forming his hair into a wide ponytail. "You can look at yourself in the mirror, you vain little thing," she told Edie. Edie was curious to see what she had done so he immediately glanced at himself in the mirror. He saw that the hairstyle was that of a demure junior maid who knew her place. Disappointed, he thought he could not bear waiting to be allowed to do something more adventurous with his hair. Yet he was thrilled that he could show off his newly pierced ears with the faux pearl earrings. But, as he was looking at himself, he managed to catch the eye of Miss Henderson who was looking directly at him. She smiled as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. Edie immediately lowered his eyes again. "I noticed that you haven't been spanked in a while Edie. And since I have a certain reputation to maintain, we are going to have to correct that." "Yes Mistress," answered Edie with a tremor in his voice remembering the caning she had once given him. "Over my knee," she ordered as she lightly tapped her thigh with the hairbrush. "Yes Mistress," Edie said as he rose and placed himself delicately over his mistress' lap. He had to ensure that although his penis and thighs touched the trainer's thighs, he could not place his entire weight on the mistress. In addition he had to ensure that his legs were perfectly extended with the toes pointed. His palms rested on the floor and bore most of his weight. "I don't have the time to do this right. So, you don't have to count. I just want to make sure that everyone will know you are under strict discipline." Without any delay, Miss Henderson began to spank the male maid with the hairbrush. Although she was rather petite, Miss Henderson was renowned for her ability to administer pain with the hairbrush and was considered an artist with it. Of course, her real reputation was made with the cane. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The petite mistress began striking Edie's firm cheeks with all of the force and skill at her command. The hairbrush picked up the rhythm as the mistress alternated striking each cheek in turn. The cheeks quickly became red and she widened the area she was striking to maximize the extent of the redness. She did not wish him to blister but she did want everyone one to know that this maid served a mistress who tolerated no nonsense. The cheeks became red, then bright red, then scarlet. Edie tried to keep silent during the spanking, but as the hairbrush hit certain spots over and over again, he began to yell. "Ow! Ow! Oh Please Mistress. It hurts, it hurts." Eventually, he started to cry softly. He had found that he just could not take a vicious spanking without crying. Of course, that was noted in his training report. Mercifully, the mistress stopped and threw the maid to the floor where he landed on his side. He quickly went to his knees and crossed his wrists behind him. It took everything he had not to rub his blistering sore bottom. "Stop that sniveling, you little slut. You enjoyed that," she said. "You are going to have to endure much worse than that in the future. You're just lucky I don't have time to do it properly." "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Edie responded. He did the best he could and gradually did stop crying. He trembled at the thought of what a severe spanking from a hairbrush wielded by this woman would be like. "Take this in your mouth, crawl over to that dressing table, replace it, and redo your makeup. And hurry," said Miss Henderson as she placed the hairbrush in front of Edie. Edie kissed the hairbrush, took it in his mouth, went to his knees, and began to crawl to the dresser at the far end of the room. Just as he started to move he felt a glancing stinging slap on his sore right buttock accompanied by a little chuckle. He crawled as fast as he could and, after placing the hairbrush on the dresser, he rose to his tiptoes. He was so ever conscious of the heat generated by his bright red, newly spanked ass. He saw that his makeup was not as badly damaged as he feared. First, he took some tissues and removed the damage done by his tears. He had stopped crying. After he had repaired his mascara, eye shadow, and eyebrows, he could hear the Mistress in the background giving orders over the telephone. He glanced at her in the mirror and saw that she was looking at a paper on his desk. Without looking at him, she interrupted her phone call and said: "Make sure you use that number 10 scarlet lipstick. You'll see some paint in the same color on the table. Paint your nipples with it." "Yes Mistress," he answered with some surprise. He had previously only lightly made up his nipples, and had never painted them. He finished with his foundation, base, and lipstick. He picked up the bottle and, with the brush in it, began to paint his nipples. The paint dried almost immediately and, he found, that if he was careful, he could paint the aureole perfectly. Upon completion he examined himself in the mirror and was astounded but pleased at what he saw. He was damned attractive. "Boy, am I getting vain," he thought. He waited on his tiptoes with his eyes lowered in front of the dresser as he still could hear the Mistress on the telephone. After a few minutes she hung up the telephone. Suddenly, the Mistress snapped her fingers and said: "Edie, go stand in front of the mirror where you were before. And keep those eyes down. If I see you look up once again I'll take the cane to you over that sore bottom. As it is you will tell the dormitory duty mistress to put you into a hood with penis gag and close chains tonight in punishment for that little look at the dresser. Do you hear?" she said. "Yes Mistress." Edie blushed in embarrassment, turned and ran over to his previous position in front of the mirror. He dare not let his eyes stray from looking directly at the head of his penis. It always embarrassed him anyway to observe his penis as it bobbed up and down from the motion of running on his toes. He blushed again and felt that his face must be as red as his buttocks. After a few minutes he heard a knock on the door and Miss Henderson saying. "Enter." In response, he could hear an out-of-breath maid curtsy and say: "Here are the clothes you ordered, Mistress." Miss Henderson casually pointed to a position directly in front of Edie. A tall, blonde female lady's maid dressed in the black silk mini dress with the lace apron, collar, and cuffs of her position ran to a point directly between Edie and the mirror and placed her armful of clothes and shoes on the floor directly in front of him. She then rose on her five inch stiletto pumps and stood directly to the right of Edie in the classic maid position. She waited for the further orders of her mistress. Out of the corner of his eye and through the reflections in the mirror, Edie could determine that the blond maid was a tall woman with her long blonde hair swept up on top of her head to increase her height. She had spectacularly large breasts which were exposed to the top of the nipples by the low cut bodice of the satin dress. Edie could also see that the dress was cut in back to the top of her buttocks and was very short in length. In fact, he was surprised to that this maid was allowed to wear sheer black panties. The maid was aware of Edie's inspection and blushed into the ground. Miss Henderson then came to the front of the glass table that served as her desk, and leaned up against it resting her palms on the glass. She was now in a comfortable position to observe both of the maids. "Edie, put on the nylons and sandals that this slut has just put on the floor," she ordered. Edie looked down at the pile of clothing in front of him and saw a pair of sheer black nylons and a pair of sandals with four inch heels. He immediately reached down and began to dress as instructed. Again, he went to his knees, put out his right leg with the toes pointed, and began to roll up and put the nylons on. While Edie was putting on his hose and shoes, Miss Henderson was staring at the female maid's buttocks. "Did you enjoy your caning this morning, Clarisse?" she said. "Oh yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress for reminding me of my position in life and how fortunate I am to be owned by Lady Howard," answered the maid in a tone that while, completely respectful, indicated that the caning was a particularly severe one that she did not wish to experience again but probably would. "Then you must be proud of your welts. I think you should show the world how proud. Take off those panties and pin up that dress in back." "Yes Mistress," answered Clarisse as she immediately reached down and took off her panties, one foot at a time. Reaching behind her, she picked up the edge of her uniform and fastened it up at her waist. The black satin cleverly held two Velcro strips on the edge and waist of the dress which could be used for this purpose. Clarisse's cheeks had five bright red welts uniformly and evenly placed at a slight angle across the width of her buttocks. It was obvious that a master of the cane had been at work. Indeed one could measure the distance between and the length of all five welts and find that they were almost perfect in their symmetry. The caning could not have occurred too long ago since the welts almost glowed with red brightness. Clarisse 's face showed the pain as she eased the material from contact with her flesh. There was an imperceptible sigh of relief as she now stood with the panties in her left hand. She briefly looked to her left and right in a mild panic not knowing what to do with the panties since she dare not place them on the ground and she felt uncomfortable standing with them in her left hand. Miss Henderson smiled at the maid's confusion and said: "Now what do you suppose you should do with those panties, my little beauty? You can't put them on the floor and there is no hamper here. I know. There are two places on your body you could stuff them. Oh well, your mistress does want you cured of your big mouth, so stuff them in there." she teased and ordered. "Wait! First rub your hand through your cleft and make sure you rub those juices into those panties. Knowing you, there's probably a little lake down there." With a little blush of shame, Clarisse reached down with her right hand and with all five fingers rubbed her sheer panties though her lips and felt the moistness soak right through. She hesitated then ran them through again anticipating such an order from her mistress. Finally, she stuffed the panties in to her mouth ensuring from past experience that they were pushed as far back as possible. "Are they in there good and tight, you little slut?" asked Miss Henderson. A muffled "Yes Mistress" could be heard in answer. While this exchange was going on, Edie had completed putting on the black sheer nylons that held up by themselves around his thigh requiring no garters. The four inch heeled sandals were extremely flimsy and consisted simply of a small sole that barely provided support for his foot, a strap across the toes and one across the ankles that he tied with a large bow making sure that the ends were even. He trembled when he did this hoping that Miss Henderson did not pull out a ruler to ensure their exact evenness. That inevitably resulted in a reprimand and some type of punishment. Miss Henderson noticed that Edie had completed his task and could find nothing wrong in it. "Now put on the cap, waist chain, and apron, in that order." Edie reached down and picked up a white cap which came with several bobby pins. He removed the bobby pins and placed the white, starched, ruffled cotton cap with a black ribbon running through it on top of his head. As was customary, he made sure that the cap, which looked a little like a sun bonnet, overhung his forehead. Since he was only a junior maid, no ribbons dangled from the back of the cap. Next he picked up the bronze colored waist chain and placed it around his waist. It locked in back with a specially designed lock and fit rather snugly. Upon his arrival at the Academy, Edie had been placed on a diet and exercise program to ensure that his body met the exact dimensions specified by the mistress. Now that he had obtained these dimensions he was expected to keep them exactly. All maids were measured and weighed daily to ensure they maintained them. The bronze color also signified his status as the lowest of the low since there were three colors of waist chains worn by slaves - bronze, silver, and gold. Although he had never seen a gold colored chain, he had met several silver ones. These had not been pleasant experiences since a silver was as a mistress to a bronze. A gold chain was the same to a silver. He had heard stories about gold chains and had no desire to meet them. He centered the lock of the chain at the small of his back and looked in the mirror to ensure that it was perfectly straight in the front. Finally, he picked up the white starched cotton apron with lace ruffles and tied it with the black ribbon provided at the small of his back. The apron was a little more than sixteen inches in length and about eight in width. It just about covered his flat stomach from just below his breasts to just above his heart-shaped pubic hair. It had only been several days since his pubic hair had been cut into this shape and it still fascinated him. His entire body was now treated daily with a depilatory to include his penis and scrotum and were smooth and devoid of hair. He was, however, allowed to retain his pubic hair which had been shaved and shaped with a razor to the shape of a small heart with the point ending directly above his penis. It certainly accentuated the size of his penis. The apron did nothing to cover up either the heart shape or his penis. Miss Henderson watched Edie in silence and then walked to a position directly in front of him. She pointed to the ground and Clarisse retrieved several of the chains which remained. She held out her hand and Clarisse placed two bronze colored wristlets in her hand. The mistress grabbed each of Edie's wrists in turn and removed his lace maid's cuffs. She then placed a wristlet on each wrist. The wristlets fit snugly and came with a ring and clip allowing a mistress to chain the wrists together or to any other object she wished. Next Clarisse handed her a set of ankle chains in the same bronze color. Miss Henderson reached down and placed them on Edie's ankles. The ankle chains provided only inches of links and were short enough to reduce Edie's stride so that he had to mince along in a most delicate manner. Standing up, Miss Henderson received the final chain from Clarisse. This she attached to the ring around Edie's loop. Stepping behind the maid, she reached down and pulled the chain between his legs. This forced his scrotum and penis back to a position directly between his legs. Edie spread his legs to accommodate his mistress' actions and then closed them. The penis and scrotum were totally hidden and all that could be seen was the heart shaped pubic hair. Edie could not believe how attractive he looked. Next, Miss Henderson grabbed Edie's left wrist and placed it behind him at the small of the back. She carefully aligned the ring of his wristlet with a link in the waist chain and brought the chain up and between his buttocks. Edie was momentarily surprised by the coldness of the chain. He would not have put it past Miss Henderson to have chilled them in anticipation of their use this afternoon. She proceeded to run the chain through the loops of the waist chain and the wristlet and back down to the floor where she fastened the chain to a ring that had been specially built into the floor for attaching slaves. When she was finished, Miss Henderson had run the chain from the loop on Edie's penis, between his legs, through the cleft of his buttocks, through the parallel loops of the wristlet and the waist chain, and then back to the floor. The chain was precisely measured so that there was no slack on it and it maintained a constant tension forcing the penis and scrotum between Edie's cheeks. In addition it immobilized his left arm behind his back. Miss Henderson stepped back in front of the junior maid and conducted an inspection. After fussing with the position of the cap drawing it down a little lower over his head, she adjusted the apron to move it a little higher so that the complete heart shape of the pubic hair could be seen. Finally, she reached down and pushed his penis to make sure that it was completely hidden. The slave in training slightly moved his legs to accommodate his mistress and then quickly put them back together. The mistress stepped back a few feet and conducted a final inspection. "He's magnificent," she thought. "The wideness of the shoulders and the slight muscularity of his body combines beautifully with that flawless complexion and the delicacies of his features. The waist looks even tinier with those shoulders. I'd die for those legs. And those luscious lips and nipples with that scarlet red shade, ooh. Let's see how he performs this afternoon." "I guess you'll have to do," she said as she shook her head. "Keep that right hand at a forty-five degree angle from your hip. Make sure that palm and hip touch, and keep it that way." Edie immediately did as he was told. He dare not move his head and his eyes although he was dying to look at himself in the mirror. "Wait in this position until someone comes for you. You will function as a tea server at my meeting this afternoon and you will serve with exquisite humility and discipline or pay the price. The server will brief you on your duties." said Edie as she turned to go. She stopped suddenly as if she had forgotten something and turned back towards Edie. "I noticed that little sly glance you threw at Clarisse. You will learn to keep those eyes where they belong. If I hadn't just spanked you I would cane you to within an inch of your life. I guess I will have to just owe you one. In the meantime...." She reached over to Clarisse and removed the panties from her mouth. "In the meantime you can get to taste her if you like her so much." With that, she took the wet panties from Clarisse's mouth, reached down and ran them through Clarisse's cleft once again. She paused, slapped the insides of Clarisse's thighs to indicate she should spread her legs, and ran the panties through the crack between her cheeks several times back and forth. Once again she wiped Clarisse's nether lips with them and held them in front of her mouth. With a grin on her face, she ordered: "Kiss them my little puss." Clarisse's eyes opened wide but she did not hesitate to immediately carry out the order she had been given. Delicately she kissed the soaking wet panties ensuring that the tip of her tongue touched the fabric. The mistress then shoved them deep inside Edie's mouth. He blushed in shame. "Keep those in there and don't dare drop them. Do you understand?" she said. "Yes mistress," he mumbled in humiliation. Chuckling, Miss Henderson turned to Clarisse. "Well, I guess I'll just have to find another use for that mouth, Clarisse." She then turned, caressed Edie's red buttocks one more time and strode from the room. Her maid followed her at the prescribed two paces to the right and behind. Edie caught a glimpse of her red welted cheeks as she ran after her mistress. He was dying to look in the mirror and examine himself, but he dare not. "Suppose the mistress has a TV camera in here, or has stopped to watch him. I'm in enough trouble as it is," he thought. Just then he heard the door to the room close simultaneously with a little laugh. Chapter III Edie could not tell how long he waited in front of the mirror but estimated it at about fifteen minutes. He dare not look at himself since he was almost sure that he was being watched over a closed circuit television system. Suddenly, the door to the room sprung open and he heard the rapid click of stiletto heels move to a position directly behind him. His body strained in his effort not to move a single muscle and he continued to stare at the chains that encircled his ankles. "You may look up, slut," he heard a feminine voice say. Edie immediately looked up directly at the mirror he faced and, through the reflection, saw a petite brunette dressed exactly the same way as him, except that the petite brunette's chains were silver and two long black ribbons dangled jauntily from the back of her maid's cap. Edie gulped when he realized that he would be under the direct supervision of a silver chained slave. The maid sneered at his gulp of fear. "My name is Susan. You will be assisting me in serving tea for Miss Henderson and I expect exquisite obedience. I have complete whip rights over you and you do not want to have me exercise them. So obey all of my orders instantly, drip humility, and you will pull through this all right. But be forewarned that the one thing I will not tolerate is any little sissy-maid showing undue curiosity. So keep those eyes down where they belong. Understand?" "Yes Mistress," Edie mumbled through the wet panties he still held in his mouth. Susan looked curiously at him and walked directly between him and the mirror. Reaching out she lightly slapped Edie's left cheek indicating he should open his mouth, which he immediately did. Clarisse's sheer black panties had been forced back almost to the roof of his mouth, eliciting a low chuckle from Susan. Smiling, she waved her hand indicating that Edie should close his mouth. Bending down, She unhooked the bronze chain which was keeping his penis drawn up painfully between his cheeks. The penis, with its loop, popped and dangled between his legs in its normal position. Susan smiled again as the penis started to become erect and then was forced to a flaccid state as the loop performed its function. She watched Edie's face for some reaction but he dare not move a single facial muscle. He, in fact, was concentrating on keeping the panties in his mouth without drooling saliva onto the floor. Susan stood up and with her thumb and forefinger removed Clarisse's panties from the slave's mouth. "I don't know who put these in your mouth, but she must have had a reason. So, let's give them some fresh flavor." With her left hand, she grabbed Edie's penis and roughly pushed up against his pubic hair. With her right, she plucked the panties out of his mouth. She then dragged the panties through Edie's legs and rubbed them several times through the cleft in his buttocks, saturating them with the slave's sweat. Smiling, she put them back into his mouth shoving them all the way to the back and the roof. Grabbing Edie below the chin so that he was forced to pucker his lips, she said: "There, isn't that better?" "Yes Mistress," he mumbled in response. Chuckling, Susan abruptly turned around, walked towards the door, snapped her fingers, and then pointed to a position directly behind her and to her right. The command was unmistakable. Edie was to follow her as she walked out the door into the hallway where a wheeled tea cart, with silver service, china, and a collection of tea snacks was waiting. Susan stopped and pointed to a spot directly to the rear and right of the cart. Edie took his position as swiftly as he could even though he was hampered in his movements by the length of his ankle chains and the mincing motion that forced on him. He was also bothered by the bronze chain that remained attached to his loop and now dangled between his legs. His left wrist remained chained at the small of his back attached to the chain around his waist. "Keep those eyes down slut, " ordered Susan. Edie immediately put his head down and focused his eyes on his feet encased in their heeled, strap sandals. Apparently he did not move fast enough to satisfy Susan since she immediately walked in front of him. "When I give an order I expect instant obedience," she said, as she slapped him with all of her strength across his left cheek. The slap stung Edie enough that it brought a slight tear to his eye. He also blushed in shame. Susan noticed the tear in his eye and delicately wiped it away with the tip of a finger. Satisfying herself that Edie's makeup had not been damaged, she grabbed his chin forcing him to pucker his scarlet lips. Gently, delicately, she kissed him on the lips, being careful not to smear the lipstick. Edie's mouth began to open in response but the kiss was over as abruptly as it had started. "Oh, poor baby." Susan said as she removed her hand from his chin and lightly tapped his cheek twice. Still again, Edie blushed. He dare not move as the silver chain maid took the end of the bronze chain attached to his loop and attached it to a handle at the rear of the tea cart. The maid in training stood attached to the cart awaiting further orders. He could not see as Susan reached down and attached silver ankle chains of the same length as Edie's to her ankles. Silver wrist chains followed. Finally, she reached down and picked up a silver chain which was permanently attached to the bottom of the cart. Reaching between her thighs, she aligned the two rings that were permanently placed in each of her nether lips and insured that the two rings were perfectly aligned before attaching the chain to them. Her lips were closed and chained to the cart. Without a word of warning Susan proceeded to push the cart down the hallway. Edie was forced along as the tension of the chain attaching him by his penis to the cart tightened and pulled him along. Susan could walk a lot faster than Edie so he concentrated on keeping up with her. At the same time, he frantically tried to review what he had learned about assisting at a tea service Too soon, the cart with its two maids attached, stopped in front of the sitting room. Susan unhooked the chain which attached Edie to the cart by the loop and slapped him on his right buttocks cheek which was still bright red from his earlier spanking. He knocked twice indicating that tea was to be served. "Enter," he heard a voice in response to his knock. He slid the doors open with his right hand and stood to the side as Susan wheeled the cart into the room. As soon as she cleared the entrance Edie slid the doors closed behind them. He then ran on his tiptoes, or as much as his chains permitted, to stand directly to the side of the tea cart. Susan immediately reattached him to the cart. The two maids remained standing by the cart with their heads down awaiting orders, Edie's face and buttocks still throbbing from the spanking and slapping he had received earlier. In the room, sitting in easy chairs across from each other, were Miss Henderson, who was now dressed in a white silk blouse (with the Academy monogram of two crossed whips), a black mini skirt, sheer black hose, and five inch black stiletto heels. A three foot quirt dangled from her right wrist. Sitting directly across from her was a blonde woman, in her late thirties, who looked the spitting image of Lana Turner. She was dressed in a white Chanel sun suit, no stockings, and five inch white strap heels. She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, if slightly overweight. But this extra weight only added to the raw sexuality she exuded. She had magnificent breasts and the expensive dress displayed enough cleavage to make people immediately aware of them. Leaning forward in her chair, the blonde was perusing a large book, the size of a photo album, being held in front of her by a female slave who, in fact, was Clarisse. The platinum blonde woman was her Mistress, Lady Howard. Clarisse no longer was dressed as a lady's maid but was totally nude, with only a silver choke collar and short chain casually held by her Mistress who was totally absorbed in examining the photographs in the book as evidenced by the impatience with which she turned the pages, apparently in indecision. "I just don't know Miss Henderson. All of these brands are so magnificent that I just can't decide. It's obvious this little chit will bear my initials but I just can't decide on the style of the letters." "There's no hurry, Lady Howard. It is, after all, a permanent decision, if you know what I mean. And I know this little slut must be dripping just knowing that you are deciding which brand to put on her," replied Miss Henderson. "Anyway, tea is ready. Shall we take a break?" "Hmm, yes. Some tea would be nice. Clarisse put the book on the table," said Lady Howard as she dropped the silver chain. Clarisse immediately got up off of her knees and ran, on her tiptoes, to put the book on a mahogany table at the far end of the room. She then ran back and knelt in front of her Mistress. As she did so, Lady Howard grabbed the choke chain and moved her slave directly in between her legs. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through her slave's cleft. "My Lord. you're right. It's a lake down there." Miss Henderson smiled in reply and snapped her fingers at the two maids. Lady Howard continued to look at her fingers and then wiped them in Clarisse's hair. Abruptly, she snatched the choke chain and forced her slave's head up to mouth level. Reaching down she gently kissed her slave on the lips. Then just as abruptly, Lady Howard threw down the chain, kicked Clarisse and wriggled her fingers in dismissal. Clarisse crawled on her knees to the side of her Mistress' chair and remained on her knees, legs spread, head down, hands on thighs, awaiting further orders. She had been dismissed temporarily by Lady Howard whose attention was now directed at the other occupants of the room. Knowing that the eyes of the two Mistresses were on her, Susan unhooked Edie's chain from the cart and attached it to his right wrist so that the chain went from the loop on his penis to that wrist. She also detached the other wrist chain.. After handing him a starched linen napkin she slapped the head of his penis. She stared at him as he minced on his heels to a position directly in front of Lady Howard where he curtsied and carefully placed the napkin on her lap. He became acutely aware of her intense scrutiny and dare not look up as he curtsied again and returned to the cart. After being handed another starched linen, he repeated the process with Miss Henderson. After Edie had returned to the cart, Susan prepared Lady Howard's tea and handed the gold rimmed cup and saucer to Edie who then walked over and handed it to Lady Howard. Again he was aware of her intense scrutiny as he curtsied before going back to the cart. He knew she was examining his scarlet buttocks as he minced back to the cart but he was not aware that she raised her eyebrows as he approached the cart to receive Miss Henderson's tea from Susan. He handed Miss Henderson her tea, curtsied, and, as he turned back to the cart, she slapped his left buttock. He winced but said nothing. Edie had one more task to perform as he took the plate of snacks and offered it first to Lady Howard and then to Miss Henderson. .Lady Howard continued to stare at him as she waved off the tray of food. Miss Henderson took a cucumber sandwich. After putting the tray back on the cart, Edie turned to face the two Mistresses. As he did so, Susan reattached him by the chain on his penis to the cart. The two maids remained standing by the cart, teetering in their heels and chains, heads bowed, awaiting further orders. There was continued silence in the room as Lady Howard continued to examine Edie. "Is this the little slut that might be for sale?" Lady Howard finally said. Edie was shocked to hear this but fortunately made no hint that he had heard. He knew that if he did he would be in for a vicious whipping. Sissy slave maids were to be as inconspicuous as a piece of furniture when serving a Mistress. In fact, Miss Henderson was watching him for a reaction when Lady Howard spoke and fortunately did not discern one. "Yes. I understand Mrs Magnunsen has encountered some financial difficulties and has to liquidate some assets. I just took charge of this little chit today, so that if you decide to purchase it, it is not too late to customize his training to suit you. Maybe you could brand Clarisse and him at the same time." Edie let out a loud gasp and knew he would regret it before he was allowed to go to bed tonight. "And who told you to become conspicuous, you little slut?" said Miss Henderson. "No one, Mistress. Please forgive me Mistress. Please Mistress," Edie tried to mumble. "What was that?" said Lady Howard. In response, Miss Henderson chuckled. "You must forgive the little chit his mumbling, Lady Howard. You see I had no place to put Clarisse's panties earlier today so I stuffed them in this little sissy's mouth. They must be nice and juicy by now. But that's no excuse for him to make his presence known. Don't worry I'll tan his little behind for it. That is unless you would like to take care of it yourself, Lady Howard." "No, use the cane on him tonight and frequently. I've decided to buy him. I'll leave a detailed training regimen for you before I leave tonight. Is that acceptable?" "Of course, Lady Howard. You've made a wise purchase. This little slut shows great potential." "Excellent. I would expect you to train him personally along with Clarisse. By the way, what is its name?" "He's called Edie, if that suits you?" "Fine, fine." said Lady Howard as she waved her hand indicating that the name was satisfactory but could always be changed if she grew bored by it. After all, little sissy maids had no say in it. Lady Howard continued. "Clarisse, you should be grateful that Edie has held your panties for you all this time. Thank him." In response, Clarisse looked up and said: "Thank you Edie for keeping my panties for me. I'm so grateful." "I think you can do better than that Clarisse. Crawl to Edie and kiss his feet. Show real gratitude." Clarisse blushed but immediately fell to all fours and crawled on the carpet to a point directly in front of Edie. She stopped and began to lick and kiss Edie's feet, clad only in the flimsy leather heels and sheer nylons. Edie blushed and became quite uncomfortable. The established order of things at the Academy was that sissy slave maids were the lowest of all slaves and were normally in the position of humiliation at a female slave's feet. He glanced at Lady Howard out of the corner of his eye and saw her smiling broadly at Clarisse's humiliation. "That's enough now, my little puss. I think Edie has held your panties long enough. Take them back from him," said Lady Howard. "Yes Mistress." "Oh, and don't use your hands." Clarisse turned a bright red as she rose from the floor with her hands crossed in the middle of her back. She had to lean up against Edie to rise to her feet, thereby brushing her body up against his penis and arousing it. Of course, the chastity device immediately kicked in and reduced his promising erection. Oh how Edie moaned in frustration as this gorgeous slave girl rubbed her breasts against his body. Finally Clarisse managed to stand all of the way up. Edie couldn't help but notice that she was taller than him and wondered how she might proceed as he stood there paralyzed. "Well stupid. Help Clarisse. Open your mouth," barked Miss Henderson. Edie felt chagrined at being told to do something so obvious but immediately opened his mouth as far as he could. He used his tongue to push the panties out of his mouth and Clarisse opened her mouth and pressed her lips against his. He was overtaken as he tasted her delicious lips and devoured her scent. The two slaves ground their lips and mouth together in what would be, in different circumstances, a passionate kiss. Clarisse used her teeth to grab the panties and pull them out of Edie's mouth into hers. She knew that she had to get them entirely into her own mouth if she were to satisfy her Mistress. By incredible movements of her lips and mouth she finally succeeded. Both of the Mistresses were watching with delicate smiles on their faces. Lady Howard was especially fascinated by the number of times Edie's chastity device activated itself during the exchange. "Yes," she thought, "I have made a wise purchase." "OK.. That's enough foreplay, you two," said Miss Henderson with a little chuckle. "Now Edie. You've messed up your makeup. Susan, make sure he gets cleaned up." "Yes Mistress," responded Susan as she curtsied in place, staring at her feet the whole time. "Clarisse, now that you have your panties back, why don't you put them on?" said Lady Howard. Clarisse looked over at her Mistress in horror. She really couldn't believe what she had heard. To be forced to wear a pair of panties that had been in a sissy maid's mouth and God knows where else. A small tear formed in the corner of one eye. Lady Howard's face took on a stern expression. "I gave you an order, you little slut. Miss Henderson will punish you for that tonight. In the meantime, I think those panties need some flavor. I want you to run them through that crack in Edie's little ass before you put them back on. Move." Clarisse knew better than to hesitate when Lady Howard spoke to her in that tone so she rushed over behind Edie and pushed him in the small of his back. Edie almost fell over as Clarisse roughly ran her panties through the cleft in his buttocks once. He felt the sweat that had built up in his anxiety to serve. Clarisse hesitated only a fraction of a second before she ran the panties through again. She knew that she had better do it right or get punished. Edie could almost feel her sense of humiliation. Clarisse was about to put the panties on when Miss Henderson interrupted her. "Put them on in front of Edie, Clarisse. After all, he's a sissy maid in training and must learn how to do things properly." "Yes, Ma'am." Clarisse answered as she stepped in front of Edie. With an amazing amount of Grace she proceeded to put the sheer panties on. There was a palpable sense of disgust as the material, saturated with Edie's saliva and sweat touched her thighs. Edie could only stare as the panties were finally put on. But before Clarisse could turn and return to her position at her Mistress's feet, she was stopped by Lady Howard's voice. "Clarisse, I do think Edie was a little too forward in staring at you when you were putting on your panties. I think he needs to be punished. You may slap him as hard as you want four times - once on each of his cheeks." "Oh, thank you Mistress," responded Clarisse as she took up a position directly in front of the sissy maid. "Look up at me, you little chit," she ordered Edie who had immediately lowered his head even further when he heard his new owner speak to her female slave. "Yes Mistress." With a very satisfied smile on her face, Clarisse proceeded to slap Edie hard on his left cheek. before he could recover she backhanded him on his right cheek. After walking behind him, Clarisse ran her fingers over Edie's still flaming buttocks. Suddenly, she slapped him hard on each cheek and he responded with two little yelps. "Oh, shut up you little sissy. You will be getting much worse than that," said Miss Henderson. "Now Susan, take this little sissy out of here. We've had our tea." "Yes Mistress. Immediately Mistress," said Susan as she unchained herself from the cart and ran on her toes to pick up the napkins, cups, and plates from the two Mistresses. She knew that things could only get worse in this room. Reattaching herself to the cart she walked as fast from the room as her good training would permit, dragging Edie along by the chain attached from his penis to the cart. Just as she was leaving she could hear Lady Howard's delighted cry as she told Miss Henderson of the manner in which she planned to take her new slave's virginity. Edie seemed to be lost in his own little world and heard none of this. Suddenly, Susan slapped Edie hard across the face. He quickly came to his senses and stared in humiliation at his superior maid. "Now my pretty little puss, let's get you cleaned up and your face remade. I'm sure Miss Henderson has plans for you tonight." "Yes Mistress," said Edie as she unattached their chains from the cart and proceeded to drag the sissy maid by his penis down the corridor. (the end)