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SCHOOL FOR MALE SLAVES
By c.c.
"I tell you, Pete," Jim enthused, be the biggest seller we've ever
written!"
"Sounds like hot stuff all right," I admitted. "Think of it! A training
academy that turns husbands into slaves! And we're just the team to do an
expose of it!"
"Jeniifer heard about it at the signing party for our last book, HOUSEWIFE
HOOKERS EXPOSED," Jim explained, "Since then, under my orders, she's been
working her way into their confidence."
"Our wives certainly do help out," I reflected, 'Without Jennifer and my
Paula never could have written LESBO STRIP CLUBS EXPOSED. But do you think
they can pull this one off though? You know, pretending to dominate us?"
"It'll be tough for two meek girls like them," Jim agreed. "But if we
really work on them...."
A week later...
Miss Steele had left the small mousey looking man outside the room. She
spread the papers out before Jim and me.
"These are the documents that will admit you to the academy." As she
spoke, I couldn't help admiring the curves of her body beneath her smart
business suit. Her dark hair flowed around her face and bounced lightly on
her shoulders as she moved. This dame on the cover would sell any book!
But of course, she didn't know our real plans.
"But these just put all our property in our wives' names," Jim pointed
out.
"That's right. Your wives will have total control of all your finances,
plus your power of attorney. In addition, you will be voluntarily
committing yourselves to our Dr. Chang for... medical treatment."
"What kind of treatment?" I asked.
Miss Steele gave me a look of haughty contempt. "The conditions of your
training and treatment will be totally determined by your wives, who will
also arrange for payment and decide on the length of your stay with us.
You men will have no say in the matter."
That was all right with me. I knew that we could count on Paula and
Jennifer to do just what we told than. As Jim and I signed the stack of
documents, I asked, "Don't these things have to be processed by a court?"
Miss Steele called out into the hallway. "Judge! Get in here!"
As the Judge hurried in, I thought I saw cuff-marks on his wrists.
A week later...
The door closed behind us and Jim and I were allowed to raise our
blindfolds.
"Looks like a big place," I whispered to Jim.
"Yeah. I wonder where we are."
"Near as I can figure within a couple of hours from town. We'll have to
work it out on a map when we get back."
"Yeah, in five weeks," Jim sighed softly. "We should have worked out that
detail better with our wives. I thought sure we told them two weeks!"
"Too late now," I whispered, "and it would have blown our cover to protest
with Miss Steele there. I wonder what they meant by the 'Slave Girl'
course? We're not gir--"
I stopped, four women, dressed comfortably in slacks and T-shirts were
approaching us, led by Miss Steele. They looked like they meant business.
"Address us as 'Mistress' at all times," Miss Steele snapped. "That is
your first order here!"
"Yes, Mistress," we answered.
"Excellent! It is late, so we will only have time to process one of you
this evening," She, pointed at me. "Girls, we'll do this one. Annette,
take the other one and get him settled for the night."
And Jim and I were separated, him going with a slender blonde
girl--Annette, I guess--and me with the rest of then to be "processed."
And what a process it turned out to be! Four hours later, Miss Steele was
leading me down a hallway, but it wasn't the old Me at all. Talk about a
changed man!
The high heels I wore cramped my feet a bit, but silky hose on my shaven
legs had helped them slide on. Yes, my legs were shaved, along with my
chest, arms, face and ass. Aside from the hair on my head, I had only my
pubic hair, and this had been trimmed into a triangle shape, curled, and
bleached blonde...but that was just for starters!
The hose were held up by a lacy red contraption, a combination waist-cinch
and garter-belt, that constricted my middle while it seemed to push out my
chest and hips into a sort of Hour Glass effect! My bare chest had been
powdered and the nipples rouged for an increasingly feminine appearance,
as if I needed it, after what they'd done to the rest of me!
I've heard of "make-overs" before, but I never thought I'd get one! My
face had been artfully re-formed with eye shadow, false lashes, powder,
blush, eyebrow pencil, and bright red lipstick that shaped my lips into a
full pout. My hair had been bleached and set into permanent curls that
framed my feminine face. Even my nails had been painted.
Through all this, I had been trying to see myself in a mirror, to
determine just how much they were doing to me, but all I caught were
frustrating, teasing glimpses: A shapely feminine leg here, a demure,
long-lashed eye there, a flash of round, soft-looking ass. Was this me?
And, if so, what was I?
At the end of the beauty treatment, Miss Steele directed the girls to
dress me in 'the uniform'. Some uniform! All I wore was high heels
(tortuously high six-inch ones), silk seamed hose and that tight garter
belt. A pair of leather cuffs with a six-inch chain held my wrists behind
me, and a set of elbow-cuffs, somewhat looser, secured my forearms,
forcing me to arch my chest out. A padded leather collar held my head
high.
When the girls had thus 'dressed' me, Miss Steele brought in another
woman.
"Dr. Chang," she introduced. The doctor was a real dragon-lady type, with
olive complexion, dark eyes, and shining black hair that rivaled Miss
Steel's. "This is Prissy!" and she pointed at me!
Seeing my eyes widen in surprise, she went on, "That 's right, slave. You
are now Prissy. Your name was legally changed when you signed the papers,
and now you have adopted the clothing and makeup appropriate to your new
role. But that's just a beginning. Over the next five weeks, Dr. Chang and
I will slowly mold your body, your temperament, even your sexual drive, to
conform you to the wishes of your Mistress."
A giggle came from Dr. Chang. "What a look on that pretty face, Prissy!
Didn't you expect something like this? No? Well, I guess some Mistresses
like to surprise their slaves!"
I finally found my voice. "Uh-er-Mistress Chang? Uh-you' re not going to
remove- ah- m-my-uh..."
She cupped my shrunken male equipment in one hand and giggled again. "This
little thing? My, my! Don't worry, though, Priss. Your mistress is letting
you keep it, although you may end up wishing otherwise. Now let's get you
started on some shots. One in each hip and two under your arms, I think."
And so it was a somewhat sore and very discomfited me--now Prissy--who was
later led down the hall with a leash clipped to my collar by the sexy
Miss--no Mistress--Steele. How often I had admired the sexy, hip-swinging
walk that high heels give a woman, only to feel my own bare ass swishing
that way now! How often I used to ogle the tit-jiggling broads on TV, me
whose chest, thrust forward by the elbow bondage, now mimicked them. I
wondered what was going to happen to me now, what was happening to Jim?
Boy, some book this was going to be!
But I didn't wonder long, Mistress Steele opened a door and led me into a
room with carpeted floor, mirrored walls, a toilet and...Jim!
"What the...who?" Totally naked, handcuffed, but otherwise unchanged, Jim
got to his feet as we came in, his eyes searching me in surprise, "Pete?
Is that? Ah ha! HA HA HO HOOO!"
His laughter, coming just as I got a look at myself in the mirrored walls,
was humiliating. Equally shameful was the reflection of me, shaven,
feminized and bare-assed, cast at me from a thousand angles. Everywhere I
turned, my eyes found this silken, bound creature...myself!
Jim's laughter continued. I stamped a pretty foot in anger as I blushed
all over. "Stop it, Jim! This isn't funny! Do you think I enjoy this!?!"
Jim finally quieted dawn, under a cold look from Mistress Steele. She
spoke. "Now that I have both you slaves together, I shall acquaint you
with the routine." She detached the leash from my collar and directed me
to stand by Jim.
"This room is your home. As there is no bed, you will sleep on the floor.
The toilet there..." she indicated the toilet in an uncarpeted area of the
room, "... is for your use. Since your Mistresses have not asked us to
toilet train you, you will be responsible for it yourselves. At the
beginning of each day, a bell will sound. That is your signal to arise and
take care of your personal needs. You will have twenty minutes to do that
before we begin you day's training. Remember: first the bell, then, twenty
minutes later, we come for you, understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She turned to me. "Introduce yourself, Slave."
"My name is - is Prissy," I said softly.
Suddenly Mistress Steele's eyes flashed. "Prissy! Smile and curtsey when
you speak! That's no way for a young lady to introduce herself!"
Blushing all over again, I dipped in a sort of curtsey. I could see my
lips reflected in a smile as I spoke, 'My name is Prissy, sir." I thought
the words would choke me. As it was, Jim nearly choked with repressed
laughter.
"That's much better, Prissy," Mistress Steele almost smiled, "I prefer to
use punishment only as part of the prescribed program, however, some
slaves do bring more on themselves, at times I. Now then, you are both to
use the feminine name at all times. If we ever hear you called--or calling
yourself--'Pete' we will...well, let's just say it would be decidedly
unpleasant for you both. There is only one other rule with a more severe
penalty:
"Under no circumstances are either of you to engage in unauthorized sexual
activity in this room. We cannot constantly monitor you here, but I will
advise you that if we ever find the slightest evidence that you have
obtained sexual gratification, the punishment will be of a permanent
physical nature. One that will deprive you of future sexual activity
altogether! Am I clear?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Very good. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. Good night." The
door snapped firmly shut behind her and we were alone.
"Well, Pussy, looks like we're roomies!" Jim laughed.
"The name's Prissy!" I didn't like the way he was looking at me. I tried
to look away, but those damn mirrored walls kept bringing our reflections
back to me: Me, feminine, bound and nearly naked, and Jim, naked also but
hairy and very masculine, his hands cuffed behind him. "Come off it, Jim,"
I said, "this could be rough going for both of us I"
"It won't be so bad," Jim said, "While they were fancying you up, I had a
chance to look this room over and do some thinking. And let me tell you,
this is some set up!"
"What do you mean?" I sat down on the toilet to take some of the strain
off my high-heeled feet.
"First off, you're in the only comfortable spot in the room: The
uncarpeted area around the toilet. This carpet looks nice, but the fibers
are stiff and prickly. The only place we'll be able to sleep-- or even lie
down very long--is on the bare floor."
I looked at it; that floor certainly looked cold and hard! And tiny! Why,
Jim and I would be cramped down there like sardines!
Jim went on, "Second, although I can't find any hidden microphones here,
there are tiny speakers near the ceiling. I don't know if they're going to
play music or talk in our sleep or what. And these mirrors would be
perfect hiding places for secret cameras, but I don't think the lights in
here are quite right for movies. So I don't think we'll berecorded or
photographed in here."
I shivered. The idea of being photographed--like this!--made a chill run
through me.
"Of course, they don't know that we're going to blow the lid off this
place, or I'm sure they wouldn't keep us together like this." Jim
finished. "Now, Prissy, if you'll get your cute little tail off that
stool, I'll use it. Then we'd better get some rest. I got a feeling we're
going to need all our strength and wits about us here."
I blushed at his reference to my naked feminine state, but got up and laid
down on the floor. A few minutes later, Jim joined me.
"Don't worry, Miss Priss," he laughed, "we'll sleep back-to-back to
protect your modesty."
It was an uncomfortable night forme. The shots Dr. Chang had given me
ached and tingled in my chest and bottom. The tight shoes cramped my feet
and the unaccustomed bondage racked try arms and shoulders with dull pain.
The bizarre weirdness of this place and my transformation unnerved me...
but somehow I slept for a while.
And that was Monday of our first week at Mistress Steele's School for Male
Slaves. A week that was just the beginning of many strange, humiliating,
and mind-boggling events.
Tuesday morning Jim and I were un-handcuffed and given breakfast. Then we
were led to the room where I had been beautified the night before and Jim
was given the same treatment. Before they started on him, however, I had
to shower, shave and freshen my makeup. Dressed again only in heels, hose,
garter-belt and collar, I was ordered to perform most of the work on Jim,
shaving his body, darkening and setting his hair, painting his nails and
such! All this was carefully photographed, much to my embarrassment, by a
competent woman with short brown hair called Mistress Clarisse.
I must confess, though, that after the way Jim had treated me yesterday I
took a certain satisfaction in transforming him into a feminine creature
like myself. Even the daily shots from Dr. Chang didn't hurt so badly, and
I thought I'd burst out laughing at the look on his face when they named
him 'Kitty'!
For the rest of the day, and all that week, Jim and I were drilled
constantly in being feminine; we talked in high, female voices, we walked
in swishing, feminine steps, we posed, postured and simpered just like
frivolous little tarts. We became experts in make-up and hairstyling, and
we kept each other smooth and womanish at all times. In fact, we had to
constantly lavish attention on each other, holding bands, kissing, even
hugging each other! Late that Sunday night, the end of our first week at
the school, Jim and I discussed the changes we'd been through.
"Kitty," I began. We were alone in our little room, wearing our standard
uniform of leather collar, garter-belt, hose and heels, plus matching
elbow and wrist cuffs. I had my long sexy legs curled under me and Jim was
perched on the toilet. "Some of the things here are really starting to get
me!"
"I know what you mean, Priss," Jim's long-lashed eyes batted as he spoke.
"We're getting so- so changed! Why, I think I'm starting to grow real
titties!"
"I know I am," I said, "and my bottom seems so much rounder than before!
What's in those shots Dr. Chang gives us every day anyway!"
"I can't imagine what it could be. My beard seems to be getting lighter,
but I haven't noticed a reduced sex-drive, so it can't be the usual female
hormone. On the other hand, our voices certainly are getting higher!"
"If only they weren't taking pictures of us all the time!" I complained.
"It's bad enough looking like this, but the way they make us act! Kissing
each other all the time, doing each other's hair and nails, holding hands,
caressing each other's titties!"
"And we never get any clothes!" Jim agreed. "Just these skimpy things that
make us look even more naked! What I wouldn't give for a pair of panties,
or even a slip or dress!"
"And I could use a training bra myself," I said, "What are we going to do
when we get out of here? I don't want to go around built like a Center-
fold Girl all my life!"
"Oh, I'm sure there are chemicals and exercises that will get us back
looking like we used to ," Jim said, "I just wonder what they plan on
doing with us now. Here, we are almost completely feminized already and we
still have FOUR weeks to go. What could they have in store for us?"
"Gee, I don't know, but it sure has me jittery too!" I quivered. "I wish
they didn't have the that 'NO SEX' rule. I've been getting horny as hell
lately!"
"Well, maybe we'll get some sexual relief this week, I could use it
myself! Look, I have an erection almost 24 hours a day around here!"
But the next week, though it brought us plenty of sexual activity, brought
us no relief. Mistress Steele explained it to us Monday morning.
"The next phase of your training, girls, will be in how to make love to
your Mistresses. This is something that you probably used to do whenever
and however you felt like it. Now that you have lost your former masculine
identity, however, you will find things much different--and much more
exciting!"
Boy, was she right! The most immediate difference was the blindfolds that
we wore constantly during our training. Kept sightless for nearly fourteen
hours every day, Jim and I had no way of knowing which, or even how many,
women we serviced. If service is the word for what we did. We used our
hands, lips, noses, and especially our mouths and tongues in a variety of
ways, stroking, kissing, sucking and probing, but our poor cocks stayed
stiff and unused for the entire week, often throbbing painfully amidst the
lacy garter belts and fine black stockings...
How awful it was to be so close to all that femininity, tonguing front and
back, artfully performing under strict guidance, with spankings used as an
incentive, only to be denied sexual climax. By the end of the week, the
ache in my sore mouth muscles was matched by the ache in my balls!
"Priss, Honey, isn't this simply awful?" Kitty asked me as we held our
usual Sunday night conference.
"It sure is," I agreed, "I don't see how other men go through it!" I
shifted uncomfortably as I said this. By this time, my breasts were nearly
as large as Miss Steele's and my voice was a full octave higher.
"What other men?" Kitty complained, 'Prissy, we haven't seen any other
slaves here at all!"
"Oh yes, Dearie, I know. And I was so hoping we'd be able to talk with
some others. It would add so much depth to the book, Darling."
"Oh yes," Kitty pouted, "I wonder what they have planned for us next week?
Or should I even wonder?"
"Whatever it is, it couldn't be 'worse than the week we just went through.
I feel like my poor cock's just going to burst! Look at it, all hard and
pink, why it just has to have some fun soon!"
What they had planned for us was pain.
Once again, Miss Steele prefaced our week with an explanation:
"It's not enough for you to respond to pain as punishment," she lectured,
"you must enjoy pain, you must want pain. It must become part of your
sexual identity. While dreading each new torture, you must also crave
it--and by the end of this week, you shall...."
What followed was a week of truly fiendish ingenuity. Take the Pleasure
Chairs, for instance. Kitty and I were strapped into these hard metal
chairs, arms and legs immobile. Electric clamps were fixed on our nipples
with wires leading to a diabolical control console. And then the 'fun'
began.
First, a movie flashed on a screen in front of us. It was a triple-X rated
one, full of sucking, fucking, naked women and men getting it on ( and
off!) in every way imaginable. I watched the film in horny fascination my
throbbing cock twitching with excitement... then I noticed a tingling in
my breasts.
"Ohh! Ahhh!" I moaned pleasurably.-
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Miss Steele asked.
"Ohhh, yess!" Kitty and I were writhing and wriggling just like the women
on the screen.
"That's because there's a mild electric current running through your
nipples. Of course, if I should increase the current..."
"Eeee! Owtch!" Kitty and I squealed in pain as the current surged, then
immediately dropped backto a pleasurable level.
Then rose again.
Then dropped. Then rose.
On the screen, two sexy young ladies were straddling one lucky guy, my
eyes were glued to their sex play while my body trembled in anticipation
of the next shock.
Suddenly I felt something soft on my quivering genitals. I. looked away
from the screen. At my side, one of the female attendants was stroking my
privates with a feather duster. Kitty was being treated likewise.
"Ohh, mistress!" he sighed in his feminine voice, "That's soo nice! Ohhh,
please, oh....."
"It gets better!" Miss Steele smiled evilly as she flipped a switch on the
console.
Immediately, the round seats dropped out of our chairs and our bare
bottoms dropped through, jutting out invitingly. My smiling female
attendant stepped back.
Smack!
Something hit my bottom!
"Ouch!" I looked over at Kitty. He'd just gotten a spank too!
Smack! SMACK!
"Ow!" I squealed, "Mistress, what is this?"
ere was only blackness.
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