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THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER THE SEQUEL
OR PREPARARING FOR MY LIFE AS A SUBMISSIVE T-Girl
CHAPTER IV
My Continued Education as a Slut
On Sunday, Mistress Ann called me to ask if I had purchased every thing
for my "monthly". I responded in the positive and told her everything
that I had bought. She said, "Heather. You know that a girls period last
at least 5 days sometimes even longer." "Now, you only experienced a two
and a half day period, so I want you to finish this months period
starting tonight and ending Tuesday evening", she told me. Also, I think
you should submit your resignation Monday morning to give your employer
time to recruit your replacement and for you to train them, don't you
agree?" I replied, "Yes Ma'am." After a few more minutes of chatting,
she told me to go and prepare for my period using the recipe for day # 3-
morning, then log on to my computer, access my IM site with my web cam
on, and wait for her to page me.
I got out the enema bag, attached the tubing and shut off valve, and
attached the vaginal nozzle. I checked the list that Ann had sent me with
the formula and volume that I needed for the "third day" period-Morning.
And retrieved the ingredients then mixed them up. I hung the bag from an
IV stand I had bought at a hospital supply shop, removed my panties and
waited in front of the monitor and web cam for Ann to page me. In a few
minutes, Ann paged me, and I turned on my web cam, and click on an icon
to join her in a semi private chat room. The first thing that Ann said
was, "You are not dressed as Heather, from now on, when we are chatting
on IM, you will be dressed as Heather." "And when you are suffering your
period, you will dress as Heather as soon as you get home from work and
stay dressed, including the complete week end. " Again I replied "Yes
Ma'am." Then, Ann ordered me "Get started on your period!"
I went through the exact routine Ann had taught me, to "lub" up, insert
the tampon, expel the air from the nozzle, and insert the vaginal tube. I
the looked up at the computer image of Ann's web cam to see if she were
still there. She immediately yelled at me, "Open the valve all the way,
slut!" "All the way?" I asked in a questioning voice. "Yes, you need to
suffer today, and get acclimated to the experience since you will be
suffering for the next 2 days." "But", I begged, "I have to work those
days!" Yes, and work you will, while suffering your period" she retorted.
Then Ann reminded me that I had to keep the tampon in all night, change
the tampon before I went to work and change the tampon at work, and
again twice more before going to bed. As soon as the last drop and
drained into me, Ann demanded that I again be prepared that afternoon to
change my tampon, while she watched on the web cam.
I spent the morning cleaning my apartment, even though the bloating and
cramps were starting to make me cramp and the bloating was very
noticeable. Usually on Sunday, I do my laundry, so I went around my
bedroom and picked up those items that I had neglected to put in the
dirty clothes hamper. I took the clothes hamper with the laundry soap,
softener, and bleach on top of my clothes. I checked to see if I had
enough money (one dollar bills and quarters) to feed the machines. I
lugged my clothes down to the basement laundry room for the convenience
of the occupants. I was half way done washing and drying my clothes when
a man came in with his laundry basket, and started to wash his clothes. I
noticed out of the corner of my eyes, that he was giving me a good
inspection when he thought that I was not able to see him. I could tell,
he was really interested in what he saw, so I gave him a little show by
strutting around the room , wiggling my ass a little, from the washers to
the driers checking on the progression of my chore. I sensed he was
watching my every move, and gave him the full show. After a while, I
suspected he was too shy to "hit-on-me". I got a brilliant idea when I
was ready to put my last load into the dryer. I acted like I was out of
quarters, by searching my purse (even though I still had several "ones"
in there. Then checked my pockets, and motioned with my hands held out
"nothing there" with a little tilt of my head. He immediately spoke up
and asked, "Need another quarter young lady?" Little did he know I was
not a "lady", or even a female! I though to myself, "my how you have
learned the wiles of the opposite sex to take advantage of men for
assistance and personal pleasure."
I spoke up softly, "I seem to be out of change, I guess I will have to
run up four flours to get more." "Here" he said, "I have plenty of
quarters". And he came over to the dryer and stuck his quarter into my
machine. I could not help but think what else he would like to stick into
me!LOL I could not stop thinking, I had him nibbling on my line, and how
easy it would be to sink the hook and reel him in. But, I needed to be
careful since I did not know him, and had to make sure he was
trustworthy. "A girl can't be too careful" I remember Mistress Ann told
me once. I thanked him profusely, and told him I would pay him back soon.
Little did he know just how soon! Especially since he was nice looking,
only about five years older than me, and at least six inches taller. His
first question was what apartment I lived in. I told him that information
was not safe for me to divulge, trying to act coy. We started to engage
in more small talk, and I got around to asking him where his wife was. He
told me he divorced two years ago, then last year took a new job here in
the big city, then moved into this apartment building last month since it
was closer to his office. Of course, I wanted to keep him talking about
himself, and asked what kind of work he did. He told me he was a CPA, and
where he worked. After a little more chatting, the dryer stopped, and I
scooped out my clothes and started to pick up my basket. "Here", he said,
"That is too heavy for a little girl like you to carry up four flight of
stairs." He then picked up my basket and headed for the door, I knew then
I had him hooked!
I could tell by his strength and stamina (after carrying my heavy basket
up four flours) that even though a CPA, he was in fit and trim condition.
On the way up the stairs I said, "buy the way, My name is Heather"
Omitting the "SLUT" part of my name. LOL He responded, "My name is
Robert, nice to meet you Heather." I replied, then they call you Bob?"
"Not really, only my mom calls me Bob" he replied. "Then, I will call you
Bobby, OK?" I teased him. "Uh yeah, that is OK", he murmured. On the
landing, I noticed that he slowed up and moved to one side of the
hallway, so I sped up, passed him, and got the key to my door. I opened
the door for him, and allowed him to enter. He went to the couch and set
the basket down, then took a deep breath, I know that it is a job
carrying that load so far. He must have been exhausted, so I told him to
sit , then asked if he would like a nice cold glass of wine. He turned
around, slumped down on the couch, and replied, "That would be so nice."
I slipped out to my kitchen, to pour him a glass of wine, but on the way
I slipped into the bathroom and applied a little make up with a dark
shade of red lipstick. Then to the kitchen for the wine and retrieved a
napkin. I handed him the glass of wine, opened the napkin out flat, set
it in his lap, and less than gently, smooth out the napkin in his lap
making sure to stroke and pat his cock vigorously. I then gave him a
devilish smile, and said so sexily, "Anything else I can do FOR you?"
Hopping that would loosen him up a little and let him know I was
available.
"Honey," he blurted out, "Can I fuck you?" I made my voice sound so
sorrowful, I can't now, I am on my period!" But, I know something I can
do for you with my mouth." "Would you like that?" I asked. "I never had
that done to me, my wife would not do that for me, even when she was on
her period." "Bobby you poor dear, just lay back and let me take your
cherry, honey." I unzipped his fly, fumbled around trying to pull his
cock out, while all the time I could feel his member growing in my
fingers. As soon as I had it exposed, I blew on it a few times so as to
make it a little limper since I love to feel a cock grow in my mouth. I
parted my lips a little and moved my mouth down on his cock and held it
there with a little sucking motion. I could feel his cock expanding in my
mouth, and realized that he was quite a man! Frankly I was shocked as to
the size of Bobby's cock as it kept growing and growing. Within just a
few seconds it had reached the back of my mouth, and his cock was still
expanding! I got a little scared as to what I had gotten myself into, but
felt that I had better try my best and get him off, or he may get violent
with me. It was by far the largest cock I had ever seen, tasted or
satisfied, at least 10 ? inches long and two plus inches around. It took
me at least three minutes to work my mouth down to his crotch, trying to
relax my throat so it could expand to allow his cock to go deep into my
throat. Needless to say I could not hold it there until I ran out of air,
since to took me so long to squeeze it down my throat. So it was a
struggle for me to gulp him down to his crotch, the pull back fast enough
for me to get a lungful of air.
But, fortunately, he did not take much longer before I got my reward.
Actually, I did not have to work my tongue around to stimulate him to
make him achieve his orgasm. I suspect the only girl he had known these
past two years was "Rosy Palm". Needless to say, I almost drowned from
the volume and velocity of his ejaculate, and I was not able to get a
taste since it was so far down my throat. I had him pull up his pants, so
we could chat for a while, it was obvious, he was in no condition to walk
or negotiate going down the stairs. A little while later, he was able to
stand upright and walk steady. I kissed him goodnight and told him,
"Lets do it again real soon." He agreed, and walked out the door with a
surprisingly spring in his walk. I knew we would meet again.... several
times, before I had to leave for the west coast. I definitely needed more
practice and experience with a real man-sized cock!In fact, he became a
regular visitor to my apartment, usually on Saturday mornings to assist
with my laundry.
The next morning, I got up, expelled my tampon, inserted a new one, and
added the solution that Ann had directed on the formula list. I went to
work, and submitted my 10 week resignation Via a computer email to my
immediate supervisor. Around 11:30 AM my supervisor call me into her
office, just as I had expected, only a little later in the morning. I
always felt that while she was always very formal, demanding, and a
little aloof, she was very personable for a middle aged woman.
Unfortunately, by this time I was really experiencing some heavy
cramping, and felt very bloated. I walked from my cubical, down the hall,
and into her receptionist's office. She motioned me to go right in. Miss
Barnes was on the phone by the time I entered her office, so she just
motioned me to have a seat in front of her desk. I sat there fidgeting
due to my uncomfortable situation.
Within a few more minutes, she concluded her conversation, and hung up.
She picked up a sheet of paper that I suspected was my resignation, and
asked, "Are you very serious about this action of yours?
I squirmed a little in my seat and responded, "Yes, Miss Barnes." At that
moment, I got another sharp cramp, and kind of tilted forward a little
and probably grimaced. She asked, "Does this have anything to do with
your 3 day vacation last week?" I responded, "Yes, a little". Oh, so you
are unhappy here and was out job interviewing!" "Oh no, Miss Barnes, I am
not unhappy, and I don't have a job offer either." Then I squirmed a
little again with the bloating I was feeling. "I was out on the west
coast visiting friends", I added. "Young man, what is your problem?" she
demanded. I questioned, "My problem?" "Yes, you are sitting there
squirming in you seat, jerking around, and obviously breathing heavy, are
you on drugs?" She shot back. "Oh no, it is just a personal problem I am
experiencing", I said without thinking. She almost shouted back, "What
kind of personal problem, tell me now, young man!" Does it have anything
to do with your vacation?" I thought that my vacation would be a good
reason for my problem, when it fact it was actually the start of my
problem. So, I responded, "Yes ma'am it is." Then tell me now, just what
is your problem or I will terminate you this minute!"
I blurted out, "I am suffering from a female monthly period!" Then I
explained that during my visit, the wife of the couple that I stayed with
thought that since I was going to "transition" to living full time as a
female while living with them that I should start my transition by
experiencing a monthly period. She just slumped back in her chair, with a
shocked look on her face, her mouth agape and just stared at me for
almost 2 full minutes before saying anything. When she did finally speak
up, it was in a soft voice, and asked "Do you want to change your sex to
that of a woman, or is she making you do it?" I thought for a minute, and
responded, "No, she is not making me do it, and, I do want to live as a
female, but not sure if I want to "go all the way" and have SRS, at least
not right away." Again she just sat there for a minute thinking. Then she
told me that she usually has lunch with each of her employees, at least
once a year, but we have been so busy since you arrived ,over a year ago,
that she hasn't had the time to invite me to lunch. Then she said, "It is
time we had lunch and got better acquainted". She told me to go back to
my cubicle, finish up what ever I needed to get done and meet her down
stairs by the the front entrance next to the security desk in 15 minutes.
We met there, exited the building and walked a block down the street to a
swanky restaurant. The head waiter greeted her by name, and she responded
asking for a secluded table for privacy. He seated us in the far back
corner at a table that was set apart from the general seating area, and
handed us both menus, and departed. We both took several minutes to check
out the menu, and I said I think I will have just the soup and salad. She
responded, Honey, order anything you want, the company is picking up the
tab on this one." "In fact, I think a strong drink is in order for both
of us!" I gasped and replied, "Please, not for me, I am retaining a 6 cup
enema laced with vodka!" She asked me, how do you hold it so long?" I
retorted, "With the help of a tampon." She just laughed and said, "Oh,
that is how you suffer a period." I just shook my head and laid down the
closed menu. "But, you can still order any thing you want" she offered.
"Really, I need to watch my "girlie figure" I said with a smile.
She ask me to tell her in detail what I did ( or more accurately what
they did to me) while on my vacation. I told her a very short version of
what I had experienced, but left out the detailed sexual acts that I had
been made to perform. She listened intently, then blatantly ask, "And did
you give oral and receive anal sex?" I was so embarrassed by her direct
approach, that I hung my head, then shook my head yes. She just smiled
and said. "I thought so." Now, I want you to give me your Mistresses
phone number, so I can help monitor your training." I told her that I
would have to get permission from Ann before I could give out that
information. She said , "I understand, but do it tonight, and let me know
tomorrow."
We both ordered lunch and she ordered two martinis. As soon as the waiter
left she sat back and explained to me that she was not married. She was
buying a house in "up state" and on top of a mountain for a summer
retreat. Since it was on a very large wooded acreage, she felt the need
to have a man about the house, you know like a "handy man". She
continued, "Not a typical husband, but someone, shall I say, is
subservient to me." "And as I suspect from your week end story, that you
are a very submissive Girl", She questioned. I spoke up immediately, "
but I am moving to the west coast, Ma'am." But, "yes I guess I am a bit
submissive". "No, No, she interjected, "I am not interested in someone as
young as you being my handyman."
She went on to explain the she was dating a rather "wealthy" man with the
emphasis on wealthy. That while she had been dating him for a month now
she felt that he just might be a little submissive, and she definitely
wanted to "wear the pants in the family". "Now", she said, " I think you
can help me determine a way to find out if he is prone to be submissive,
how can I keep him "under my thumb", and how to keep him happy that
way.
I thought that now is my turn to embarrass her a little and asked, "Are
you having sex with him, yet?"
She shot back indignantly and said, "No way, I did that once with a man
and found it quite disgusting!" Which confirmed my suspicions that she
was probably a lesbian. "Oh, I see", I humbly replied. "Let me think
about it for a moment while the waiter serves us our drinks." I had just
seen our waiter coming to the table and felt I needed a little time to
think this over. After serving our drinks, the waiter shuffled away, and
I felt that I had come up with the perfect solution to Miss Barnes
problem.
I had noticed that she wore very little make-up, and dressed very
conservatively. So I thought a complete reversal would probably either
make her man "run for his life", or be humbled into a life of servitude.
"First Miss Barnes", I began, "The day of your next date make an
appointment at a beauty shop that specializes in "make overs". "Don't go
for a "Vegas show girl" look, but just enough to make you stand out as a
little brazen and dominant." "Also have them apply long artificial nails
and have them painted a very bright deep red color to match your
lipstick." "Next buy a black teddy or negligee that covers the least of
your body, yet covers the essentials, try and show as much skin as
possible, yet hide the "hot spots." I said with a grin. Then I added, "
also get a pair of at least 4 inch black heels or better yet 5 inch
heels." "Then get a pair of black back seamed hose, and a black garter
belt. And of course a very strong romantic perfume." "Next go buy an
adjustable black leather dog collar and dog leash." I added.
Miss Barnes shot back with some indignant remark about not wanting to
seduce him. I explained, you are not going to seduce him to go to bed,
just get his attention, seduce and arouse the male animal instinct in
him." When he knocks at your door, greet him dressed to the nines, or
maybe a little less than nine, I grinned and winked. I explained, "You
invite him in and take him by the hand to the middle of the room." "Stop
and put your had on his chest like you want him to stay there, let go of
his hand, and walk to a chair that you have placed at least 4 feet away.
Preferably a high back throne type chair, and sit down, and cross your
legs very seductively." "Now, here is where we find out if he is going to
"run out the door", or stay and be your slave." "Let him ogle your legs
for a minute, then demand, in a very sexy quiet voice, and while pointing
with your long fingernail." "You say," "Get on your knees and crawl over
here and kiss my shoes ....now!" I ended with, "Believe me, he will either
make a "Bee Line" out the door, or hesitate for a few seconds, drop to
his knees, and crawl to your feet and start kissing and licking."
"After a few minutes, I can bet he starts to move up your leg kissing and
licking." "Let him go up just to your knee, stop him, and push him back
down a little," I instructed her. " At that time retrieve the collar from
the end table and place it around his neck and snap the dog chain on
it". I then told her to ask him if he needed some sexual release
tonight. Again she interrupted and "said I am not going to have sex with
him , I told you!" "I know, just wait and listen," I responded. "Now,
push him down to your other shoe, after you let him kiss and lick your
legs, keep the chain to his collar tight and control how far up he can
go". "When you think he has had enough groveling at your feet, tell him
to stop, stand up and remove his pants and shorts." "While he is doing
that, get a small towel and lay at your feet, and point down to your feet
for him to kneel down again." But keep him upright, and hold his face in
your hands and tease him a little, with ," "Oh My, what a little thing
that is between your legs, you call that a cock?" "Continue to degrade
him while you stroke his cock with your foot," I explained.
"When you think he is about ready to explode, send him on an errand, like
get a glass of wine out of the "fridge", like a good little boy." "I
think you get the idea how to keep humiliating him and waiting on you
while he thinks you are going to let him fuck you." " When you think you
have him "eating out of your hand" and "hooked like a fish", then it is
time to make him kneel down and worship your feet again, while you tell
him to start stroking his cock, but not cum until you tell him to." Then
I explained to her that is up to her good judgment when to let him Jack-
off for his "reward" for being such a good little boy.
"Now, that is how you unleash his submissive nature, now here is how to
keep him under your thumb," I explained. "Before, the next date , go out
and buy a CB 2000 or CB 6000 from an adult book store ,or from the
Internet." "Continue his training like the week before, but after he has
had his sexual release, make him wash up real clean, then lock on the
chastity device." "The next day, make an appoint at the Boot Shop, ( I
gave her the location), and have Luigi measure him for a custom made
chastity belt." "That is more comfortable, and much more secure, and not
easily cut or sawed off," I added.
She thought about that for a few seconds and replied, "That sounds very
good, I think I can handle that, but how do I keep him happy? With a
smile, I shot back, "Now that you have him securely locked up, you just
promise to unlock him once a month for his sexual release." Then I added
"if he is a good boy." "Since you have the only key, what alternative
does he have?" Miss Barnes sat back in her chair with a big smile on her
face, and said , "I think we are going to make a fine pair for trapping
my boyfriend into slavery." I probably will have you drop by some evening
and make him suck your cock to prove that he is my submissive, and add to
his humiliation." Also, I think I will feminize him, and make him wear a
corset and high heels when doing the household chores." "You can help me
with that too." I thought, "Now I have unleashed another female dominant
on the unsuspecting male population!"
"Now, back to your problem," she said, "Our company allows a maximum of
only a two week resignation period. We will make it two day resignation
effective Friday, then have you report to work as, "What is your feminine
name?" I responded with, "Heather". She continued, "Then you will show up
as Heather, your replacement, Monday morning". That way I can continue
your training, and help to keep your "monthly problem" a secret. Also, we
will not have to train a new worker, at lest for another eleven weeks.
She told me she has a private bath room next to her office, and she could
set times during the day for me to come in and change my tampon. As she
put it," I can see to it that heather suffers like she is supposed to"
That night, I called Mistress Anne, and told her what happened at work
and could I give Miss Barnes her phone number. Mistress Ann thought about
it for a minute, and said that I could. She then added, "It would be good
to have you under stern female control for the next 11 weeks." I had
mixed emotions about that, but the positive side of having a private
place to make my "monthly" changes should far out weight the negative
side.
On Friday Morning, Miss Barnes called me into her office, gave me the
address for a beauty shop. She instructed me to make an appointment for
Saturday morning. "Go here", she instructed me, "and have acrylic nails
applied (painted blood red) and your hair done up properly (make that a
weekly appointment)". "Then go to Macy's and purchase a complete wardrobe
of proper business clothing". "I want you to look dignified, but with a
touch of sex appeal, like a little cleavage showing and hemline just
above the knees." "On Monday morning, you will report to the Human
Resources office at 10 AM, and sign in as Heather, and you can use your
male SS Number." "I have given them notification to expect you." I
thanked her for the help in keeping me employed during my last 11 weeks
before I moved out west.
Saturday morning I went to the beauty parlor as instructed, and to my
surprise, Miss Barnes was there getting the same treatment as me. We
chatted while sitting under the hair drier and she told me all the things
she had done to prepare for her "date" that night. As we were leaving,
she said with a smile "wish me luck tonight". "I expect to either stay
single, or have a submissive cuckold slave by Sunday morning!"
TO BE CONTINUED
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