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I only ask that you review my story and provide comments and feedback. --- The following morning, Carol and I packed for our two week honeymoon in a beautiful tropical island. I was somewhat worried about my chastity belt setting off the metal detector when I went through airport security. But Carol, the consummate planner had a solution at hand. She removed my metal key lock and replaced it with a plastic numbered lock. The only way to get the lock off would be to break the seal. This would ensure to Carol that I would be properly chaste until she wanted me free. We arrived at the airport, cleared customs, and boarded our plan without incidence. I was very relieved that I made it through customs without setting off the metal detector. I would be absolutely mortified if I had to pull down my pants, my pantyhose, and panties in order to show the custom's agent my chastity belt. But I was spared this indignation. We arrived at our bungalow in a beautiful tropical island that predominantly spoke French. The luscious green foliage, the beautiful sea shores and grounds were absolutely the best. Not having to pack my suitcase, I was a little surprised and relieved to see a pair of boxer-type swim trunks for me to wear. I had shirts, panties, sandals and two pair of bikini bottoms. As we started to get ready to go to the beach I removed my male clothing and started to put on my swim trunks. I commented to Carol that I was a little worried that my French tipped pedicure would be seen in my sandals, but Carol insisted that no one would be the wiser. As I was pulling up my trunks, Carol stopped me and told me that I must always wear a bikini under my trunks. I was lucky and very grateful for the next thing she did was to remove my chastity belt. I thought this was a little redundant, but when I pulled up the bikini I had to push my penis down. This effectively smoothed out the front. I then pulled on my trunks thus removing all signs of a bulge in my trunks. The first time I got out of the water from swimming, it became apparent that I lacked any type of bulge in the front. But I should have known that the bikini and swim trunk combination was more diabolical than innocent. After several days laying in the sun, swimming, diving, and water skiing, I noticed that I don't have a normal tan line at the bottom of my swim trunks. Instead I had a bikini tan line. I found out from Carol that my swim trunks were made of a special material that allowed UV light to pass through it. But my bikini was made of normal material thus stopping it. At night when we were in our bungalow I would wear a shorty nightie and it was abundantly clear that I had a perfect alabaster "V" surrounded by my tan across my bum cheeks. On the fourth day of our visit to the tropical island, I saw Carol flirting with another vacationer. We both saw him get out of the pool not 10 feet from us and what was striking was the tall-tail and unmistakable bulge underneath his swim trunks. Carol thought it would be nice if she could get a picture of the two of us all wet standing next to each other. That is until I saw the picture on our blog a few weeks later with the caption of "who would you pick?" Circled in the picture was his bulge and where mine should be. Later that night, I got to do something that I seldom get to do, and aw was the feeling so good. With Carol in the dominant position on top of me, I felt her slide up and down my penis. Whispering in my ear statements such as "baby, doesn't this feel so good" and "I bet your little penis wants more of this." Our bungalow had wooden slates for windows around the bedroom area. Looking up at her, Carol's attention was adrift and looking out toward the moonlit night. Just then she started to ask questions. "Baby, what are you?" she asked. "A cuckold." I responded "Louder baby," I insisted "A cuckold." I responded louder "Why are you a cuckold?" "Because I have a small penis," I responded "What do I need?" "Big cock." "Louder." "You need a big cock lover." I intoned "Cucky, if a bull approached you, you would tell me." "Yes." "If he gave you a note with his room number and a time, you would deliver it to me." "Oh yes, I would obey." "Oooh, yes Cucky; you are obedient." Looking down at me, Carol asked one more time what she needed as I had the most intense orgasm in the last year that I can remember. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body as she rode my cock to flaccidness. As I came down from my post-orgasmic rush, Carol instructed me to go and get cleaned up. I got up from the bed, my mauve nightgown falling to just below my cheeks. I thought I heard a gasp outside the bungalow, but just then Carol interjected that I need to hurry back to lick her clean. Sitting across the open beach bar was Carol's new beau. As I approached the bar for some drink refills, he called me over to his table. "Hi." he said. "Hello." "Is that your lovely wife over there?" He queried. We both glanced to her and I saw her smile to us. "Yes Carol and I are on our honeymoon. A weekend and half left in paradise." I responded "Really." "Yes, we both like it here a lot. It's so peaceful and romantic. You?" I asked "I am here on vacation for another 2 weeks myself." "Well, I have get some drinks for Carol." I remarked "One more thing before you leave" he said. "Sure" "What are you"? He asked "Um" I looked at him visibly embarrassed at that question. "Newly wed" I responded "No, you are more than that. Answer my question" he insisted "I'm a cuckold" I responded "Yes. Now, take this note back to Carol" He instructed As I started to walk towards Carol to deliver the note, Brian stopped me. "Cucky, don't forget the drinks. I'll have a scotch on the rocks." I went to the bar and ordered the three drinks, delivering one to Brian as I left. As I set his drink down he had one last instruction for me before delivering our drinks. It was a very simple set of instructions, one that I was used to. But I couldn't figure out why he would choose that request. Obeying him, I set out to deliver the drinks and note to Carol who was not 30 feet away. As I approached Carol, I could tell that she was very happy and had a mischievous grin on her face. I handed her the note and her drink. "That was a very nice touch you walking over here on the balls of your feet. Not once did your heels touch the sand" "Yes, Carol. Brian instructed me not to let my heels touch the sand" "And you followed his instructions quite well." "Oh what a pity." she responded as she read his note. "I guess we'll have to go to the back up plan. Cucky, do you have your room key?" she asked. Handing her the room key, Carol wrote on the back of the room key card our bungalow number and the words "Full access". Instructing me to deliver the message to her new lover Brian, I walked on the balls of my feet in the sand back to Brain. As I was walking past two women who were sun tanning on lawn chairs, I overheard one say "He looks like the bull to me" and the other "I would do the same if my husband had no package." Embarrassed, I continued toward Brain to deliver the room card. Smiling, he took it, stood up and walked over to Carol for a brief chitchat. However, it was clear that she would not join him in a mid-day romp as she indicated to him that the daytime was our time together. Although after 9 p.m. at night, he was more than welcome to join her for some evening fun. At that was it in totality. It made me feel a lot better that during the day we would be spending our time together diving, water skiing, shopping, dining and doing fun things around the island. Go to School A week after returning from our honeymoon in the tropics and returning to a "normal" work schedule around the house, Carol and I had a talk. Carol felt it was time for me to go to school. She wanted me to learn the finer things serving such as how to give pedicures, and other tasks. Carol told me that the class was two weeks long between 8 and 5 and would begin the next day. I finished my chores, changed into a nightgown and joined Carol in bed. The following morning, at 6 a.m. I awoke and began to prepare for the day. I fixed Carol her coffee and attended to her. While I was taking a bath, Carol prepared my clothes in the bedroom. After shaving my legs and drying off, I went to Carol in the bedroom. I was lucky that she told me that I wouldn't need my chastity belt for the next two weeks as I wouldn't have enough time between classes to be naughty. Sitting me down at the vanity clad only in a pair of white panties, Carol began to work on my hair. What I found interesting was that she put my dark brown, shoulder length hair into two pigtails using little balls on elastic. After putting on my makeup, Carol brought a garment bag and showed me my new school attire for the next two weeks. In it was a school girl uniform with a very very short pleated skirt, white blouse, white knee-high socks, black schoolgirl shoes and white panties. When Carol opened the door to the car, I slid in and noticed that my panties came into direct contact with the cold seat. My skirt was far too short to cover my bum. Sitting in the passenger seat and enjoying the ride to school, I noticed that the building was in the industrial district of town. We arrived at a very non-descript building where Carol kissed me on the cheek, handed me my lunch, and wished me a good day at school. I told her I didn't think that I needed to go back to school, that everything that I could learn she could teach me. But she indicated that school would be fun and that I would learn how do my nails, give messages, and host of other important skills necessary for the happiness in our marriage. I walked into the front door of the building and noticed that I entered a registration area just like in school. There were about 50 seats in the room, most taken by men. I walked up to the line that read, "Housewife training" since the other sign read "Control and Dominance training." I walked up to the woman taking the applications and signed the roster next to my name. Reaching behind her, the admissions counselor retrieved a box and handed it to me. I opened the box to see a plastic posture collar, lewd penis shaped pencils and pens, and pink notebook paper. Instructing me to remove the posture collar, the administrator instructed me to kneel on the pillow facing away from her and toward the people sitting in the waiting area. The front of the collar read "sissy Cuckold" in large pink letters; thus no matter where I went around campus people would know about my lifestyle. Taking the posture collar, she secured it around my neck and locked it on with two built-in locks top and bottom behind my neck. The tight collar around my neck was designed for long term wear and had little holes around it so that my bath water would be able to clean my neck without removing it. Handing me the keys to the posture collar, the administrator instructed me to fill in the name of the recipient on the envelope. The return address read, "dead mail" and the postage was 4th class. Then she remarked that I had better write legibly since 4th class mail has a habit of being late or lost. Before rising from my kneeling position, the administrator instructed me to face her. Turning on my knees to face the administrator I knew that my profile would be visible for all of the other students to see. I was a little self-conscience since my schoolgirl uniform skirt was so short, but I couldn't pull it down any more due to its total length of only 15 inches. If I was self-conscious about my skirt, I would be incredibly embarrassed with what she did next. Fastening a swimmers nose clip on my nose, I was forced to breath through my mouth. Picking up a metal measuring stick with a very large dildo attached to it, the administrator instructed me to open wide. I did and she adjusted the height of the dildo attached to the stick to measure the distance from the floor to the insertion point at my mouth and read out loud the measurement of 32 1/2 inches. Next she instructed me to take a deep breath, which I did, and then said that I should take as much of the dildo into my mouth and hold as deeply as I can for as long as I can. Resetting a large time clock positioned on the table facing for all to see, she said out loud again "Ready, get set, go." She said. Reading out loud the number of inches that disappeared into my mouth "5 inches, 6 inches, 7 inches, 8 inches, 8.5 inches and holding." She counted. With blushing cheeks I held at 8.5 inches as she read off the time. "5 seconds, 10 seconds, 15 second, 20 seconds, 25 seconds, 30 seconds" as she wrote down the final number. Removing the dildo and the nose clip, the administrator told me to take a seat in one of the pink chairs and that class would be starting soon. No sooner than I sat down, another student approached me and started talking. I found out her name was Lilly and that her master had sent her to this two week school. She was a GG and was submissive to him but I suspected she had hidden talents. I told her I was happily married and that I was a male maid to my wife. Lilly suggested that we pair up for class work and we could become friends. I would find out latter that Lilly had a wicked sense of humor that often got me into a lot of trouble. Lilly and I talked while the rest of the students reported in for registration. I noted that there appeared to be a lot of dominant men in the group. She said that this school prized itself on training for successful marriage and relationships. I asked her what they would be learning and she handed me a course guide that she said she "found". Along side each of the classes given was the duration of classes. One set of classes that caught my attention was the "forced blowjobs 101" and "face fucking 201". I pointed those out and asked Lilly why they taught those classes. Her only response was "I don't know; why? Would you be interested in helping?" "Oh no" I replied. We carried on some small talk and when Lilly asked me what a cuckold was. I explained to her that my wife Carol was a size queen and needed a lover who was better endowed them me. I explained that I was monogamous with her and that she had lovers who were a lot bigger than I was. "So you're small in the package department she asked?" I responded, "Carol said I was, so I must be." The bell rang and we assembled into our respective lines and entered each of the doors that were appropriate for our classes. We walked into our class and noticed it was just alike a traditional classroom. Although it had two different types of seats. One type was for genetic girls and the other for sissy males. The chair that I sat in was bolted to floor like all the others but in the male version it had one 4" diameter hole in the seat where Lilly's had two. The first class was poise and deportment. The instructor, a very nice mid-40's woman explained all the importance of having proper deportment around others. Next the instructor pointed out two pink dots on each side of the chair. When sitting we were instructed to cross our ankles and put the toe of our foot on the dot. The position of the dot gives us very feminine lines as it positioned our legs back. The individual wooden desk slid back and the instructor instructed us to lift the desktop and retrieve our new books and to place our notebooks and pens on the top of our desks. Picking up the books and placing them on top of the desk, I noticed that the instructor's book of choice left something to be desired. The first book was a vegetarian cook book, which I really liked. The second was on the role and etiquette of a chambermaid. The third book was a little too risqu? for me since its title was "How to give the perfect blow job" and the fourth was the "joys of anal sex". We didn't have a book bag to put our books in which meant that we would have to use the supplied book lanyard. The instructor was very adamant about the sequence of books and insisted that the 12 of us arrange the books where the outside books where the most lewd of them. After the introduction to the school and announcements by the instructor, our first class was on how to put on makeup and beautifying techniques. Lilly and I paired off and we went into the room that looked like a cosmetology training room. Sitting in the makeup chair with cucumbers on my eyes and a facial pack, Lilly when to work on my nails. I was so relaxed as Lilly went to work on my toes and hands. It seemed like I was in the chair for hours, a lot longer than when I did Lilly's nails. After putting on my acrylic nails, I found out that she painted my nails a bright fire-engine red color. Each one had a very high gloss to them. But what I found most disturbing was that on each fingernail was the inlay of a male erection in gold color. All ten fingers had the image of an erect penis clearly visible. But that was not the end of my humiliation. Painted on my toes were the words "COCK" and 'SUCKR". At that point I begged Lilly to redo my nails, as I couldn't possible walk around with such images painted on my nails. But at that time, the end of class bell rang and we had to rush back and get our stuff and leave. Rushing back to the classroom, I gathered my stuff and rushed outside to meet Carol. Holding my books across my chest, I entered the hallway, which was packed with all the other students. When I reached the outside door I looked around and could not find Carol in the car, so I waited by the door. Lilly said to have a good night and that she would see me tomorrow. I happened to see my class instructor and asked her if Lilly could and I could have some time to remove change my nail color tomorrow. But my instructor said which firmness that our time was strictly booked and tomorrow we would be learning how to set dinner tables and in the after noon would be learning more on how to do hair and makeup and we would be presenting our assigned 5 page papers on the domestic role of a hand maiden. Looking down at my toes, which were clearly visible through my sandals, the instructor remarked how naughty that looked. She went on to chastise me for picking out the words, images, and colors that brightly adorned my fingers and toes. I tried to explain to her that I didn't but she would not hear anything of the sort and that if I continued to lie I would be punished. But it was too late; taking out her discipline ruler, the instructor ordered me to bend over the railing of the steps. Sliding my panties down and lifting what little skirt I had on, she began to spank me. 20 hard spankings with the ruler and as luck would have it, in front of the school for those left around to see. When I received the last of my spankings, the instructor reminded me not lie to her again. Just then the beep of the horn sounded as I looked out at the parking lot and saw Carol waiting for me. Carol was not happy at all with the color and wording choices that I had made and after dinner I found myself in the punishment corner for 2 hours bobbing my head to the clicks perched on 6 inch heels. I was cramping badly but not because of the quantity of water in my bum, but the milk and molasses that Carol used as the formula. That only left me with a short period of time to write my homework assignment, which I did just in time to go to bed. Carol forbad me to remove any of my nail color or decorations for the length of the class and to further humiliate me I would now be going to school in 4" open toed pumps for the remaining week and half. I was mortified and fearful that one of those dominate well-endowed masters would see and force me to my knees during break time. Or worse, he wouldn't be alone. Lilly was an evil woman. I could not believe what awful prank she pulled next on me. When it came time to hand in our papers, we had to pass them down. I handed my paper to Lilly who passed them to the next person. What I didn't see was that Lilly exchanged my paper with a different one. When it came time to read our papers at the end of the day, the instructor gave me mine with a smirk on her face. On the top of the paper it read in big red letters "SEE ME". I took my place at the podium and read the title of the paper for the whole class to hear, except I paused for a very long time. This prompted the instructor to insist that I read the title. I thought to myself, how could this possible happen? I wrote my paper on the role and responsibilities of a hand maiden. Instead the title of the paper was "Why sissies love big cock." For the next fifteen minutes, I read the paper, which detailed the lewd behaviors of crotch watching, estimating bulge sizes, and an argument on my bigger is better. I stepped down from the podium in abject humiliation. Everyone would know think that I was a cock lover, which wasn't true. I love making love with Carol, even if actual penetration is few and far between. After class, I reported to the instructor who was very dismayed that I would submit such a paper. She handed me a progress report card and told me to have Carol sign it and return it to her the next day. Carol was very unhappy with me for reading that paper, when I got home I had to read her the paper while standing in my six inch heels for the entire evening. I felt so slutty standing in our living room in white anklet socks and six inch black heels and my school girl uniform. I could see the wheels clicking in Carol's head and new it wouldn't be too long before she exposed her plans for my predicament. The next day while preparing to go to school, I was dressing in a red plaid school girl skirt, white blouse, white anklet socks and red 5" pumps. My tight white panties with little red bows hugged my bum and would normally create panty lines if I were wearing shorts or pants. I begged Carol not to send me to school dressed so seductively as it would send a wrong message to the males in the school. She asked me what wrong message could I possibly send to the males after the lewd book report that I made the previous day. She asked me if it was she who wrote a book report on bigger is better? Was it her finger nails painted bright fire engine red with inlaid gold erections? Or was her toe nails painted with the words "COCK SUKR" for all to see? When I entered the school, Lilly whisked me off to the ladies room to show me some new clothes she got last night. She showed me the very sexy pair of Victoria Secrets' panties that her master and her bought the previous night. But then she said she had a surprise for me, I was cautious but excited that she thought of me. She handed me a pair of white lace panties that had the back cutout but was framed with lace. Telling me she wanted me to try them on to see if they fit, I slid my cotton panties down my legs. Lifting my right leg and perching precariously on my left foot in my red 5" pumps, I removed my white cotton panties. Pulling my new panties up my legs, the snug fit around my front cradled my penis tightly, but since the panties had no backing my bum felt completely exposed. Just then the bell rang and Lilly grabbed her book bag and headed for the door. I yelled out to Lilly that I couldn't go to class wearing this type of panties and that I needed my panties back. All she said was that we would be late for class and not to bend over and I'd be fine until break. Running to class, I took my position in front of my seat. As my chair came into view, I noticed a JPL 5 quart enema bag on the seat. The nozzle was shaped like a thin penis. The instructor arrived at the front of the room and told us to take our seats. Lilly sat down in her chair reached over and held the little nozzle. I tried to protest and explain to the instructor that something was in my seat but all she said was to "take your seat now Kevin." Holding the edge of my desk, I slowly descended onto the JPL as Lilly held the little penis-shaped nozzle straight up to ensure that it would find its mark and slip into me. I tried to keep my weight off the seat by pulling on the desk and putting my weight onto the balls of my feet. Lilly leaned over and asked me in a whispered voice if the water was warm enough because she didn't want my bum to be sitting on the cold seat wearing my panties. I looked over at her with an incredulous look and knew that I had been had again. Just then the instructor told us to take out our pencils for a test. I thought, just my luck. No matter how little or how much weight I put on the JPL, the same amount of water was forced into my bottom at a constant rate. Lilly whispered that it would take four hours for the bag to completely empty. The instructor then said that our test would take that long and was a mid-term on the proper setting of the dinner table, hand maiden roles and rules. It was in essay format and that once the test began, there would be no bathroom breaks until lunch time. I happened to whisper to Lilly that I thought this was unfair and why would she do such a terrible thing to me. The instructor was not pleased that I was whispering to Lilly and insisted that there was to be no talking during the test. Walking up to my desk to hand me my test, the instructor remarked that she hoped that she wouldn't have to do this. Stepping behind me, the instructor reached forward over my shoulder to open my desktop and to retrieve a locking penis gag. Feeling her warm breasts on the back of my neck, she whispered into my ear, "Open wide Cucky." With the whole class watching me, the instructor positioned the large penis gag in front of my mouth about three inches away from me. Leaning forward, I accepted the gag into my mouth, which was so embarrassing since I in effect sealed my mouth closed. I would have much preferred her to insert it as opposed to me leaning forward and accepting into my mouth. Telling the class loudly that there was no talking during the test, I heard the instructor lock the penis gag onto me with a very audible click. I sat on my chair answering the questions on the test about proper standing position when in the dining room, and the placement for fork during the four hour test and when to fill a wine glass or remove a soup bowl. The minutes passed agonizingly slow as the enema seeped into me. My mouth fully filled by the penis gag as I wiped the little bit of saliva that escaped my lips. I could tell that Lilly was enjoying my discomfort. About two and half hours into my test, the cramping began to take hold of me. At three hours I had all but one quart of water left in the bag and I continued to answer the questions. Four hours and the instructor called for us to hand in the test. I was so relieved that the five quarts of water were about to be released since I was sure I'd be allowed to use the bathroom very soon. My tummy was clearly distended as I walked to the front of the classroom to hand in my test. I was instructed to stand in the corner until the instructor had time to remove my gag, which would be after she collected all the tests, and sort them into alphabetical order. I stood standing in the corner shifting from one foot to another to relieve the pain and cramping of the enema. But shifting did no good. I waited patiently for the instructor to perform her duties as I waited. Finally, she stepped behind me and reminded me that to disobey the rules would result in punishment. Talking during a test was not allowed and I hoped that I would have learned my lesson. Then she reminded me that the paper that I had turned in was most inappropriate and that I would be punished again. The instructor told me to step in front of her desk and to put my hands on the center of it. At that point, she asked Lilly to come up and to hold my hands firmly while sitting in the instructor's chair. The instructor then pinned my skirt up to the bottom of my shirt revealing my bum for the class to see. She knew that the enema was cramping me and I bent forward of the desk to relieve the pressure. This only exposed my bum to the whole class in an inviting way. I was then told that I would receive five swats of the cane for turning in such a foul paper. I felt the first hit of the cane as it landed directly across my bum leaving a red line. Four more lashes of the cane I had to endure for my indiscretions but the hardest part was holding in the enema as the lashes descended on my butt. I was in such agony and could only watch the sadistic smile that Lilly gave me as she clearly enjoyed my discomfort. After my punishment was over, the instructor allowed me to run to the ladies room to relieve myself. Run is an over statement when doing it in five inch pumps. Running to the ladies room with a penis gag in my mouth and my skirt pinned up to the bottom of my shirt for all to see was very embarrassing. This was especially true since the halls were filled with people on their lunch break. After my stint in the ladies room which took almost my entire lunch break, I hurried back to the classroom in time to see Lilly and the instructor preparing my next set of punishment. To be continued-Isn't that mean?