A work of fiction in which Sam, our little hero, is transformed and the girls of his school learn important lessons in how to make a new world order.

 

A New Education For The Modern Woman

by Little Dick

  

Chapter 1: Miss Thornton makes her presence known

"OK class settle down now! Miss Thornton had a natural authority which meant that even the most boisterous boys in the class never crossed her .Just the clack of her heels passing by in the corridor was enough to make any class sit in silence.

Everyone was waiting for her to speak, whatever Ms Thornton said was always eagerly imbibed by all – especially the girls, for she had that natural ring of feminine authority which made her automatically the leader of the pack. Often she could be seen sitting in the playground with a group of starry eyed girls gathering around her, whilst she whispered advice on any and all subjects, from clothes and makeup to boys. The fact that she was an expert on such matters was self evident.

At the back of the class stood Mr Smith who was obviously in a state of wonderment at her presence. This was "his" lesson but she had simply breezed in and taken control even though she was junior in rank to her. Before she had entered Mr Smith's authority in the classroom had been questionable, especially with the girls. They seemed an intimidating bunch. For inexplicable reasons they were always opening their legs and showing him their panties to him. He knew it was not because he was attractive – he was middle aged, a little on the plump side and with a shiny bald head. He had noticed that this behaviour seemed to have increased markedly this term, but he had not linked it with the fact that this was since Miss Thornton had joined the school. He found this behaviour synchronously intimidating and a huge distraction. Every break he would have to go to the gents and masturbate – simply so he could continue thinking and not descend into a gibbering wreck.

Mr Thornton was clearly the inferior of the two genders to the girls. This was apparent from his inconspicuous dress sense - his grey trousers and white shirt, whereas Miss Thornton was like a dazzling peacock in an iridescent blue dress decorated with bangles, necklace of sapphires and large hooped earrings. Her hair was dark, and done up in a bun almost Japanese style. It had pins holding it in place, but even so little tufts of hair escaped and dangled provocatively. She possessed an aura of supreme feminine intelligence that left me in awe. Me! or should I say little me, for I was just an inconspicuous nothing to her - simply a name on her register.

"Today after school all the girls will stay behind for the St Joan's Club (named after the saint) we will be talking about women's place in the modern developing world.

"We shall be needing two volunteers…"

With this remark all the girls burst into sniggers. Clearly they knew something which the boys did not.

This produced a dazzling smile from Miss Thornton, I gazed at her wonderful painted lips and her wonderful white teeth. Mr Smith smiled sheepishly at the back of the class – clearly he had not been given any information preceding this announcement, he just nodded to her, as he always did.

"Gus, you will be our first volunteer!"

Another set of giggles…

Gus was the class hunk, but none too bright.

"Now let me see, we need someone small and diminutive….. let me see….

Her eyes scanned the classroom…. "small and diminutive".. No boy wished to be the one that matched this description!

"Why Yes Sam you will do!"

I cringed into my chair… Oh No! I screamed inside! All the girls will forever think of me in this way now! It was not my fault that I had not yet reached puberty! It was not my fault that I was not even as tall as some of the girls in my class!

I looked around the class and all eyes were on me – especially Annette the class prefect that I had always had a crush on. But worse than this! For some explicable reason my little penis starting erecting in my pants there was no escaping the fact that it was as hard as it could be – given it's confining circumstance. Oh No! I thought. Not here as well! It was bad enough at home – where I was given little respect by my sisters, but now all the girls in class will always be seeing me in these immortal terms "small and diminutive, small and diminutive, small and diminutive" the words were echoing around my head I was lost in a spiral of confusion

"Stand up boy" Mr Smith snapped me out of my confusions. Give Miss Thornton an answer then!

I slowly stood up and with the eyes of all the class on me…. The words snaked their way out of my mouth "Yes Miss Thornton".

Very Good then four o'clock sharp! Miss Thornton swished her skirt, promptly turned and left. The class descended into the usual chaos that typified Mr Smith's lessons, and I was left to ponder my fate.

 

Chapter 2: Annette

At lunchtime Annette approached me – this was very unusual. Although she knew from the expression in my eyes that I was head over heels in love with her, since my first year in school – all I got in return for this was the occasional knowing smile – more of a satisfied grin really. Sometimes after art class she, as prefect, was asked to allocate a boy to clean up duties, for some reason it was always me she selected, I pretended on occasions to protest – but secretly I loved it – let me explain why:

Annette was by far the most beautiful girl in the class – she was half Indian, she had a natural air of intelligence – like she was destined to be a consultant or something – she was the smartest of all of us – always receiving praise from teachers – whereas my burger and coffee stained work was constantly thrown back at me

She was elegant, with long feminine fingers and outrageously long painted nails – usually in a deep ruby colour that contrasted with her wonderful complexion. Her eyes were wonderful – as black as coal - so black that one could not distinguish between the iris and the pupil. These orbs were framed by the longest of eyelashes that could make a man's knees buckle at ten paces. She knew she had this effect and used it to her full advantage.

When we were at last alone together in the classroom, Annette would sit on the teacher's desk, as if she were a teacher. She would simply issue instructions "OK now wipe the desks" and so forth, whilst I would scuttle around following her instructions.

As I moved about the class I would sneak glimpses of her lovely feline legs – nothing could or ever would be so perfect as these legs in my book, they even out classed those legs I used to see on my Mother's stocking packets they were absolutely divine! No other word divine! The legs of a true Goddess!

Annette was a bit of a fidget – especially when she got impatient with me. "Hurry up little boy – I have not got all day!" she would bark, but secretly I would drag out my time with her, intentionally dropping things and so forth – for I knew that this would make her impatient with me and she would become fidgety – crossing and uncrossing her legs. I lived for the sound of her nylons. This sound would echo in my ear as I went to bed.

Once as she was carelessly sitting on the desk – staring out of the window, I even got a glimpse of her panties!!!!! She had lent over to fetch a brush from her bag and this had somehow lifted her navy blue skirt a little and as her legs were parted so I could see, for at least three seconds, everything. Pure white and tight as spray paint!. She caught me looking and gave me a puppy dog frown as if she knew I was being naughty. I hung my head and she seemed satisfied with this silent apology. "Concentrate your work!" she softly reprimanded – and proceeded to brush her long black hair.

Elysian days!

I was now sitting in the playing fields dreaming of my Art lesson duties…

"Sammy baby….. Hello there, Sammy Baby"

I looked up from my sandwich and she was smiling at me, kneeling close.

"Well you are a privileged little puppy aren't you?"

"Err..errr…

I always stammered when she talked to me it was so embarrassing.

"Well speak boy! What's the matter – cat o nine tails got your tongue?

Did she not mean cat? What was a cat o nine tails?

"I don't really know…. I don't know why I have been invited…. I don't understand…

"Too right you don't understand – that's the statement of the century. You're a boy, perhaps you will never understand. Its enough for you to know that it was me personally that suggested to Ms Thornton that you should be a subject

"Subject – what do you mean subject, I'm not a lesson?"

"Well you will soon find out – you and Gus will be the focus of the lesson, let us say that it's a little experiment in 'social conditioning'"

Annette took down a little Pepsi - but then the funny side of what she had just said suddenly struck her; she could not suppress her laughter and spurted Pepsi all over me whilst suppressing a giggle.

I wiped Pepsi off my face, but of course I was secretly pleased to have her spit in me.

"Just be there promptly, and don't let me down – OK! And see if you can scrub up a little - I don't want you letting me down! "

"OK!" she again demanded. She was now eyeball to eyeball with me – staring me down.

This last OK was like a jab from a boxer – an assault rather than a question, there was no way that I could disobey.

I nodded "OK, OK, OK" and lay back on the grassy verge trying to avert her gaze.

Annette stood up towering over me – she smiled and then suddenly….. without a whisper of warning, she simply walked over to my head, then positioned herself so that one leg was on each side of my ears. I could see right up her skirt and she knew it!

Her voice lowered in tone and became more menacing

"Now you won't forget…… will you?"

I was transfixed. Before my eyes were Annette's panties in their full glory white as snow – around these, swaying in the wind was her navy blue pleated skirt. Something inside my will just snapped – I wanted to gaze up forever.

Again without warning, Annette suddenly changed her position. She knelt so that one leg was either side of my head. I was now completely under her skirt – right in the middle of the playing field! I could hear the screams and laughs of all the other boys and girls kicking balls and stuff all around me – but I was now in darkness – her dark and secret place. At once I felt like I totally belonged to her. It was like I was in a temple with the scent of her incense was invading my nostrils – this was HER world.

She stood up and smiled down at me a confident slightly condescending smile..

"I can see, now, from the look on your face, its easy! Just as Miss Thornton says …Now…. go and get your self cleaned up for me!"

And then she was gone.

What was happening to the girls of Junior High? They seemed to have a supreme confidence.

I staggered to my feet. I rushed to the toilet to clean up. I had the hardest hard on I had ever had.

As I ran down the corridor a gaggle of girls were walking towards me. They intentionally blocked my progress– pushing me around like a toy.

"What's a matter Mr "small and diminutive" are you in some sort of hurry?" jibed a girl called Linda.

A chorus of cackles filled the corridor – but my erection did not subside!

At this point Mr Smith came down the corridor. I yelled

"Please Mr Smith the girls!"

For a brief moment he began to open his mouth, but then Linda, the ring leader simply stepped into his way, she pushed her breasts into his path. He looked down and could see her nipples poking out from under her crisp white blouse. He looked up again; she simply stared at him and chided him…

"Perv! You are just like all the rest of the teachers, always perving."

Mr Smith's mouth was still open. He decided against saying anything, and simply rushed past down the corridor.

"Hey Nicola! I just thought! Do you know what small and diminutive stands for?"

Nicola had me pinned to the wall with her nyloned knee in between my legs.

No?

"S. A. D. – Small…….And………Diminutive S,A,D! See! He's such a SAD little boy"

Shrieks of laughter!

I tried to push my way through – but all I could do was struggle – they had hold of my wrists and were twisting them – the way girls do in a fight. I could feel their wonderful young boobs pushing me through their crispy white blouses. I was pushed into a corner. All around me were the girls. Their smell invading my nostrils.

Nicola was the ring leader.

"No more Sam for you, SAD, that's your new name – and we all know what that means.. don't we…………………..

"little boy"

With this remark the whole group were in fits of titters and howls again. This gave me a chance to run. They could have caught me again but they did not bother, there work being done. I fled down the corridor to the toilets, rushing into the toilets and locking a cubicle shut.

After a little while I began to calm down, though I was still trembling, I could not get rid of my hard on – it was like a concrete pole in my pants – what was happening to me?

Even this fearful episode with the girls had in no way diminished the impact of being under Annette's skirt, in fact it had probably made my hard on worse – though I could not understand why.

I could feel my hard on painfully encased within my shorts – why? why was I kept like this by my sisters? I was too young to understand.

I waited until the coast was clear and then washed up as best I could. It was 3.30 pm. Half an hour to get ready.

  

Chapter 3: Extra Curricula Activities

The day had already sent me almost into delirium – Annette's panty show had been branded on my mind for the rest of my existence and this alone was enough to set me into a spin from which, frankly, I have never recovered even to this day. Under her skirt something of my will had buckled to the supremacy of her being

Near four o'clock I returned to the classroom. I tried to sit in the back of the class but the girls would not leave me alone anyways. I arrived about ten minutes to four, fearing to be late, but these ten minutes were amongst the toughest I had ever experienced in class. The room was full of excited schoolgirls swishing around the classroom – the air was heavy with the scent of perfumes and oestrogen. I was the only boy in the class apart from Gus, and even his normally ice cool confidence was beginning to crack – I could see a redness around his neck and a few drops of perspiration.

All the girls were using every opportunity to call me by my new name "Sad". One girl was being particularly outlandish she has sneaked a pair of Julia's panties from her bag - a plain pink pair used outside of school hours, and was sitting in the middle of the class pushing them into Julia's face and ridiculing her…

"You know that this colour is not allowed in school don't you Julia?"

"Does your boyfriend really like such plain hand me downs as this? … If you have a boyfriend….that is! Look At them….. so dowdy!"

Julia was quietly in tears..

Just then Annette walked in followed swiftly by Miss Thornton. For the first time ever, Annette deliberately came and sat next to me. Some of the girls looked at her quizzically, but Annette dismissed this with a "wait and see" kind of gesture.

The class quietened down.

Are we ready for our extra curricula activities class?

"Yes Miss Thornton!" came a female chorus.

All the girls were now sitting as if they were bit parts in the Sound of Music – so innocent and pure.

"Well we shall begin then" continued Miss Thornton…

"As you know from previous classes, the male dominated society is coming to an end. As society progresses, you shall all take your place as natural leaders in the world at large and as leaders in your home as well.

"Yes Miss Thornton" – again the chorus.

Well, today, I want to show you how you can get a man, any man, to follow your orders, and more than this I want you to be able to be learn to be able to reduce any man to a quivering obedient "little puppy" using nothing but your natural femininity.

At the mention of puppies the girls went "Awwe!" Linda piped up with "that's sooo .. cute!" and everyone, including Ms Thornton laughed – everyone that is except for me and Gus. Gus was going redder by the minute and I simply did not know what to think.

Now Gus and Sam – come up to the front of the class" said Miss Thornton.

As usual, the tone of Miss Thornton's voice gave no possibility of refusing this request. Gus shuffled and made his move, but I was rooted to the spot. Only a heavy dig in the ribs, from Annette, got me moving.

Miss Thornton spoke to us:

"Now I want you to stand in front of the class, and put your hands on your heads. I DO NOT! want you to move these hands from this position, unless I give explicit orders – and under no circumstances are you to utter a word unless you are requested to do so - DO YOU UNDERSTAND!

Miss Thornton was absolutely clear about this, and neither of us had any choice. We simply nodded and did as she instructed.

Miss Thornton now spoke to the girls..

"You have already learned that men are not as intelligent as women, and therefore in any healthy relationship it is you, dear girls, that should be totally in charge…

"Today I want to show you how to manipulate a man so that you can get anything you want – its very very easy as you will soon see.

"Men have these things called "penises"…

"Have any of you girls seen a penis before?"

She waited for hands to go up.. but all the girls simply sat and looked around the class at each other, no hands went up.

"Excellent! We can start your education early…

There are many types of penis.. some are large and some are small, I want to expose you today to both types, so that you can see the advantages of each – there merits and demerits.

Miss Thornton walked over to Gus…

"Cecelia you come and join me."

Cecelia skipped eagerly to the front of the class

"Now, help me unbuckle his belt."

Cecilia looked at Miss Thornton, as if to ensure she had permission

"Well go on then girl.. what are you waiting for? Surely you have thought about doing this to Gus… most of you girls have I am sure!

Giggles..

"That's it now, drop his trousers to his ankles"

There was a gasp around the room

Gus now stood there with his trousers around his ankles – his y-fronts were still in place but there was a huge monster of a hard on pocking from underneath the fabric.

"Specimen one! Now, Cecelia take it out!

Cecelia looked around the class, every girls eyes were enviously upon her, she looked at Miss Thornton, but there was not the merest quaver of hesitation in Ms Thornton's orders.

Gingerly, with soft elegant fingers, she snaked her way inside his pants, and delicately pulled out the huge member, leaving it standing, proud and bobbing, above his underpants.

Gus was a real Bull – that much is clear. Cecelia stood back in awe – dumbstruck.

Ms Thornton walked over and casually ran her long sharp nails along its length – there was a look of approval in her eyes.

"Large penises like this have there uses.. but this is not to say that small ones are entirely useless… they are even easier to control. You will understand what I am saying by the end of this lesson.

"Now Claudia… you go over to Sam.. or should I say "Sad"…

Claudia, was a young French nymphet, who was only just reaching a fine puberty, I had been noticing her breasts growing into little bumps. She got up from her seat, at first hesitantly, but then she took a gulp and strode then confidently over to face me. She stared right into my eyes and I felt my will give way to her.

I knew at this point that my secret was out. Everyone was about to find out what my sisters and mother had done to me! Not only was I to be tortured and humiliated at home, but now, the whole school was going to know about it!!!! There was nothing I could do I was trapped frozen to the spot by my predicament!

Miss Thornton gave an authoritative nod to Claudia, she furtively began unbuckling my belt.

There was another loud gasp – but this time it was not because of my size. As my trousers dropped to the floor my sister's panties, which she had put on me this morning, were revealed. Everyone was now staring at them, they were pink with little dainty flowers all over them – there was no way that they could pass as masculine.

Even Ms Thornton was surprised.

"Well Annette it seems you have chosen well, but what is this strange bump beneath his panties… could it be….I wonder?"

With a tug of the wrist Ms Thornton sharply tugged my panties down.

The whole class erupted at the sight of me… my secret was out!

There before the whole class was the sight of my little penis clasped in its metal tube, securely locked in place, looking like a little mushroom with a thin stalk and a large flat head pocking out from the top..

Well, now, what is this girls!

Everyone was so surprised by the display that no girl answered.

Miss Thornton looked absolutely delighted by her find.

"Ah chastity.. sweet chastity! She exclaimed.

Do any of you girls know anything about this? Have you seen this before?

"No Miss Thornton!" All the girls replied in unison.

Well "Sad boy" how did you come to this Sad state then….

"I…. err don't know Miss Thornton.. I have been like this since a young boy…

"Excellent!"

"It is quite clear girls, from the width of his penis, that Sad boy here is telling me the truth. See how slim and pencil like the width is – in comparison with Gus the stud over here (eyes flickered from one to the next). This can only be the case since being in chastity for many years. Look! its no thicker than my index finger, and all the blood when erect, goes straight to the head where a large mushroom like bulge occurs – this is excellent – some day in the future when girls like you begin to go out into the world – all little dicks will be this way.

"I have not seen this for some time, but dicks like this are capable of giving a girl a lot of pleasure, the thinness of the tube means that it can be easily inserted into the vagina, without release from the tube, no matter how tight your vagina may be, and the head of the little mushroom, being so big and cushiony is exactly the thing to give you endless stimulation to your G spot. Oh this is excellent to see!"

"Of course such a dick can never cum, so no chance of any babies, but this is not the role of little dicks like Sad Boy here, he only exists for your pleasure – nothing more."

"Annette, how did you know about this?"

Annette stood up out of her seat and replied.

"Please Miss I did not really know about this, I wasn't really interested in his little dicky at all, but I just guessed he would be small – because of his servile attitude toward me Miss, I am delighted to have found out of course Miss. I am glad you are pleased Miss!"

Miss Thornton smiled.

"Yes I am delighted by our discovery, Annette, now, all of you girls, come to the front of the class. Gather around sad little dick here, I want you to study this. Ignore Gus for the present."

There was a shuffle of chairs and soon I was surrounded by a whole gaggle of girls, with Annette at the front of the crowd

Ms Thornton began issuing instructions.

"Go on girls, what are you waiting for, feel free to touch."

I stood there whilst at least twenty eager schoolgirl hands began probing and touching me. Some were interested in the tube, others curious of the lock, some wanted to pinch and scratch the enlarged and puffy head of the penis. Annette made a play for me and got hold of my penis within its tube and started running her fingers up and down the skinny shaft as if she were masturbating me – I could of course, could feel nothing.

As the fingers continued to explore the girls began asking questions…

"Who did this to you?" Claudia asked

"Well it was my Mum, an Aunt And my three sisters?"

"How old were you when it happened?" Janine asked

"When I was about seven."

"Why did they do this?" another girl enquired

"Well I was in the Bath one day when Susan my older sister was bathing me, she was washing my dick and suddenly it became hard.. I don't know why. She screamed and my other two sisters came running up the stairs, to see what was happening. I just could not go down, I was frightened as it had never happened to me before, they kept poking and prodding it, and that made it worse. It got even bigger."

I began to cry but the girls questions kept coming

"What happened next?"

"They told my Mother…"

"And what did she do when she found out?"

"She took me over her knee and gave me a very sound thrashing until my penis began to shrink again, it took a lot of hard work on her part, even at her most brutal work, I was still hard, it took her a good fifteen minutes. Each time I stood up, my dicky would become hard again – in front of all my sisters, I was so ashamed at myself – being like this in front of them."

"But what about your tube? How did this come about?" asked Annabelle a lovely young blonde.

Through my sobs I was forced to continue – no girl seemed interested in my tears, they just wanted answers.

"Well, the very next day my Mother summoned my Aunt, she called her a "dominatrix" but I did not know what she meant, I only knew her as Aunt Domina. She took charge of the whole situation and strapped me down to the kitchen table. She called in the girls, and even their friends from next door, then she got out a set of implements – I was screaming and yelling! I thought they were going to cut it off!"

"And then?" Shirley enquired

"Well she pierced me with a needle and it went right through my penis and out the other end – I was screaming and crying. I did not know what this was for, but she followed this by inserting some kind of ring."

"And then?" Nikki said

"I went to bed that night sobbing with this ring inside my penis. It was only a few weeks later that Aunt Domina came back and fitted the tube"

"Are you ever let out?" came another voice.

"Never… not so far at least, they say that's not my decision."

"They say it makes me "safer" and when they bathe me I can do no harm"

"Do they still bathe you?" Ruth enquired.

"Well err… yes… of course."

"How come your in panties?" said Ruth

"My sisters think they are more comfortable to wear and hold by tube in place more snuggly."

"Do you have a lot of panties?" Ruth continued

"No I don't have any underwear of my own, I have to use my sisters casts off's"

The questions kept coming and coming, whilst this was going on my little dickies head had turned a deep shade of purple and it was like a pin cushion where all the girls had been prodding poking and scratching. Linda, in particular had made a point of digging in her nails until she knew that I would bleed.

My secret was now out for the world to know – I knew there would be no turning back from this point.

At this point Ms Thornton interjected

"Order, Order, Order! I can see your having fun girls but we must get back to the lesson! Girls do not get carried away! "

"Girls back to your seats – you will get plenty more chance to investigate I am sure."

As the girls left the scrummage around me, Annette gave me a big kiss right on the lips..

"See you later Big Boy!" she said. . and all the girls starting laughing at me again

There I stood - trousers around my ankles; tears running down my cheeks, and a great big splash of red lipstick smirched all over my face. Even so, my hands were still on my head – I dare not move.

"Settle down, settle down girls.. be seated now. I know this is your first experience of chastity, but it won't be your last." Miss Thornton continued.

All this time Gus had been standing in the same position his rock hard dick piercing the sky – it was now huge and rampant.

Miss Thornton returned her gaze to Gus.

"Let us turn our attention to Gus here for a little while.."

"Ruth come here."

Ruth emerged from the back of the class, Ms Thornton whispered in her ear and Ruth scuttled down the corridor to fetch something from Ms Thornton's office

"Well Gus – would you like to be in Sad boy's condition?

"Oh no Miss Thornton …please no!"

"So, you want to keep your freedom to masturbate your dickie? Well you had better behave then, had you not, Gus?"

"Yes Miss"

"You do realise that chastity tubes come in all shapes and sizes don't you Gus"

"Err Miss I did not know of such things"

"Well rest assured Gus even a great big monster like your's can be tamed, cant it girls?

"OH Yes miss, indeed Miss was the unanimous reply

"What would you give to be able to cum right now Gus?

"Anything!" Spluttered Gus

"Be careful what you say Gus – if you say 'anything' then I will take it to mean exactly what you say Gus, do you understand me clearly?"

Miss Thornton runs her sharp nails along the length of Gus's massive shaft.

"Oh yes Miss!"

The door opens and Ruth returns out of breath – clearly Ruth had raced there and back in order not to miss anything. Ruth hands Miss Thornton her cane.

Miss Thornton walks up and down swishing the cane sharply in the air in order to intimidate Gus.

"Well Gus what would you give to cum now?"

Anything Miss, Anything, Anything!

Well girls, listen to Gus, here is the heart of the lecture you are having today – Gus is ready to do ANYTHING to cum – do you hear this?

Believe me, as a girl, by manipulating his penis, you have absolute control – . This is the key, by manipulating his penis, you also manipulate his head.

At this point Ms Thornton goes to the blackboard. She draws a picture of a large penis – much more similar to Gus than to mine, she gives it a face – a pair of eyes nose and ears. Then she writes..

"MEN ARE PENIS HEADS, CONTROL THE PENIS, CONTROL THE MAN"

She continues…

"He is yours in every sense – totally – this is what I want you to realise today – control the penis, control the man."

At this point Ms Thornton takes Gus's penis in his hand and begins stroking it…

She moves in on him so that her feminine presence becomes all he can feel. She is almost whispering in his ear – but loudly so all can hear

"Gus, you know, that if you cum before I give permission to cum, you will first be thrashed, very very hard, even until you bleed?"

She squeezes his balls, hard.

"Er No Miss, I mean err… YES MISS!"

"Very good Gus – you are learning, learning that I DO NOT make idle threats!

Understand Gus?"

Gus nods fearfully.

"Now class…. Who would like to suck Gus's big member?"

A sea of hands dart up towards the sky.

"Hmm…. Gus it seems you are popular with the ladies?"

"Now girls you can all have turns, at the end of this series of lessons, I want you all to feel like you all, collectively, own Gus's cock and can use it for your own pleasure, at your whim.

"But Gus, if you feel you are coming I want you to say the following.."

"Please Class can I cum? Do you understand this Gus, I know your not too bright, I have marked your English essays, but this is easy to understand – is it not?"

"Yes Mistress Thornton"

"OK girls, we are ready"

"Angela would you like to be first?"

"Oh yes please Miss!" responded Angela.

"Come to the front of the class, I shall hold Gus's penis at the end of the shaft whilst you take it in your lovely mouth. Remove your glasses Angela; there is a very small chance that Gus will have an accident. It's very minimal really as my thumb and forefinger will forbid it."

"Now kneel in front of Gus and start sucking"

Angela eagerly throws her whole mouth onto Gus's cock

The whole class is hooting with pleasure!

"Please Class can I cum now!"

A mock look of dismay overcomes Ms Thornton's face

"What already Gus?" We have only just begun! A mock smile comes over Miss Thornton's face.

"Are we ready yet girls?"

"Oh No Miss! Oh No!"

"Lucky I have my fingers pinching where they are isn't it Gus!"

A squirm of pain flashes across Gus's face as Miss Thornton deliberately digs her nails into the base of Gus's penis preventing the fluid from being expelled.

"Oh No miss Please! I mean Yes Miss please! I mean Oh no!"

"Now Gus, as a man, you must learn to NEVER cum without permission"

A pathetic whimper comes from Gus's lips – "OK Miss"

"You did agree did you not Gus, that you would do anything to cum? Now Angela (Angela all this time has remained stationary like a limpet attached to his cock) Angela – start slowly again."

"Look girls, look at Gus's face, can you see the bulging of his neck muscles? Can you see how his eyeballs are nearly popping out of his sockets?"

"Well, with your man under your control, you can do anything with him at this point."

"Now girls I want you all to sit on top of your desks."

"Ready?"

"Yes Miss."

"OK now Gus – keep you eyes to the front of the class – I will remain with my fingers closing off any chance of orgasm, and Angela will continue to lick"

"Now class, I want you all to gently and slowly lift your skirts.. at the count of three"

"One….. two… three.."

At this point my imprisoned penis erupted in a false orgasm. I doubled up in pain as a sea of panties was exposed before my mind. White ones, blue ones, pink ones, black ones, flowery ones, satin ones, nothing whatever had ever equalled this wonderful sight.

"Good girls, and very pretty they are – don't you think Gus?"

"OH MY GOD OH YES PLEASE CLASS CAN I COME OH PLEEEEEASE I BEG YOU LADIES PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE I AM BEGGING!" Gus was yelling now.

"What do you think girls? – remember you have the control"

"No Gus!"

"Very well class – I guess that's no cumming for you Gus? Seemed a unanimous vote to me!"

"Now girls notice he is using the word "beg". This means that Gus is recognising his natural station in life – that of a sex beggar – from this you are able to control every fibre of his being, as Gus will no doubt find out. "

"Gus, what would it be like to put your head under any one of these skirts and with your long big tongue, weedle your way behind that wonderful panty fabric until you can lick a clitoris?"

"That would be heaven Maam! – Oh Angela you suck so good!"

"Silence Gus, did I ask for this comment?"

"I am shocked Gus – you disobeyed!"

"Girls, did I ask Gus to say this?"

"No Miss!"

"And did he not agree to keep quiet unless specifically asked?"

"Yes Miss!"

"Well what do we do now girls?"

"Linda – please keep those legs wide open.. the whole point is to give him a good view, increase his torture and longing – this will make him subservient to you, and of course the rest of the class. Get those panties exposed!"

"Now, where were we? …..Ah yes, Gus has disobeyed me, a comparatively minor transgression, but nevertheless, serious, as this is his first transgression."

"What shall we do class hands up for the correct answer?"

"Emily? Your answer?"

"Refuse to suck his cock?"

"Well not really, the whole point is to keep his attention whilst he is being punished, this is far more effective – you must keep his cock to attention – this is key."

"Annette, how about you?"

"Well Miss I think he needs a real good whipping."

"Well this is a better answer – far more to the point?"

"Miss?"

"What Annette?"

"Could we also whip Sad Boy?"

Well I don't see why not, after all he is just a male, but maybe you could arrange this yourselves as an "extra curricula activity". You might even wish to set aside a regular group activity – perhaps after P.E. lessons? It would certainly help you work off a few pounds. Annette you can organise this. OK? For today sad boy can just watch and contemplate his fate."

I shuddered at this remark P.E. was the very next day.

"Very well then on to the next phase" Miss Thornton continued

"Angela take his cock out of your mouth and I shall let loose my grip on the lower end of his shaft."

As soon as the cock was free, it began twitching uncontrollably. Miss Thornton's keen eyes noticed immediately.

"Oh girls! Look and see! Gus is twitching, oh dear! He is having a "false orgasm", he wants to cum but cannot without our help – look at his member shaking! Poor boy!"

At this point I am led with Gus to the middle of the room. We are both instructed to keep our eyes closed. The chairs are put to the side and I believe we are in the middle of a ring of girls pushing us to and fro like we were beanbags or something. My penis is still hard in its tube and I was so exposed to everyone. I felt so vulnerable. It was so embarrassing!

Miss Thornton continued with her lecture without the slightest regard for us – it was clear to me that both of us – especially me – were simply objects to be used. We were not asked, we were referred to only as objects and it was certainly not for our benefit that we were here.

"Now, I shall show you what Sad boy alluded to previously when he was talking about his mother spanking him - how to get rid of an unwanted hard on.

"First those girls with black panties remove them. Boys, don't you dare open those eyes. Girls I want to put them over their heads to use as blindfolds.

Arrange them nicely, so that the crutch is over their noses, this means that they can breath your scent – this too increases their arousal."

I could feel the warm panties being placed over my face – Until today I know not whose panties these were. I could not distinguish by smell, because several pairs were used. All were then firmly taped in place with Gaffa tape from the Art Room cupboard. I felt disorientated lost in a haze of female scents – I began to cry a little..

Miss Thornton seemed pleased.

"Another lesson for the guys, girls, vulnerability! Remember the more vulnerable a man feels – the better for you – your power over him will increase"

"With this I feel someone's hands - likely Miss Thornton's, encircling my balls….

… and then a squeeze – I yelp in pain and this elicits squeals of delight the girls.

Well sad boy, whose panties are you smelling..?

I don't know Miss, is one of them Linda's?

"Sorry sad boy…. Wrong answer!"

"Linda what do you think – he can't even tell your panties from another by smell – hardly a compliment for you is it?"

"No Miss – your right. I want to cane him for that!

Well we begin then, take this cane and give him a dozen really hard strokes. It will do him no harm to give him just a little pre-taste of tomorrow's deserts.

"Thank you Miss" – I hear Linda reply in my darkness,

"Now I know that Linda is not a small girl – though she is slender, she is leader of the netball team and extremely athletic. I often used to watch her in her gym knickers. Such a fit girl!

As every stroke landed on my butt my erection gradually vanished and my tears returned. After the last stroke my little dick was thankfully hanging down in its little tube - a sad sight for the girls I am sure.

"OK girls enough for Sad Boy – for today at least." Miss Thornton instructed.

"But now Gus, I have delightful plans for you.. special plans, I am sure you are keen to hear! "

Miss Thornton left these words to linger a little while, in Gus's head – the whole class was on their seats itching to know what these plans were. She ran her cane tenderly over his fresh young bottom.

Well let me see….

Can anyone guess?

No one volunteered a guess, all the girls wanted to know what Miss Thornton's tactics would be.

"……I want you to develop into a pain slut… do you understand?"

"Yes Miss!" Gus's voice had more than a quaver of fear in it.

"Good! You are learning Gus.

"Now girls, for this exercise I want to mix pleasure with pain I want Gus to experience maximum pleasure whilst at the same time experiencing maximum pain."

"If you are developing your man as a pain slut then they must never be allowed to experience pleasure without pain. Is this clear?"

"Yes Miss!" came the keen reply.

"This, then, is how we can proceed…..

"Gus who is the girl you most fancy? Which is the body you long for more than nay other? Which are the lips you hunger to kiss, which is the pussy that you would love to fuck - IF, I say IF you had even the tiniest chance"

Gus was now immersed in sub space – no doubt the scent of the three pair of black panties taped head were doing their work.

"They are all so lovely, I can't choose!"

"Are you disobeying me Gus?"

"No, I mean, I mean, I mean… OK then Annette! I want Annette!"

"I was green with envy – Gus was going to have Annette's attentions and he was even going to cum! It was so unfair! I guess every boy would have chosen Annette, thought the class had many stunners Annette was a league ahead because of her Asian dark looks – in some warped way I thought she was mine, just because I had been under her skirt. How wrong I was about this, I was going to find out, as the next few months was going to make clear.

"Well it seems Annette.. Mistress Thornton continued….

"It seems you are popular with the boys.. what I want now is for you to use this popularity as you should use it to exercise total control over your subjects – methodically."

"Take him over to a desk girls"

I was still blindfolded, but I could hear a loud shuffling of chairs, then the sound of the girls dragging Gus toward the desk. I could hear Gus objecting and crying out, but the girls were strong enough to overpower him even though he was a strong young man. It was not long before several girls had him pinned down exactly where they wanted him – ass in air, there was the occasional sound of struggle, but then I heard Gus kind of give up – he let loose a sigh and the girls sounded satisfied.

"Now Annette I want you to take his face and place it under your skirt. Do this because I want him to directly feel you presence as he cums. But also I want another girl to come forward and manipulate his cock whilst I give him his severe beating."

"Gus, tell me another choice."

"Well, I guess Julie.. she s lovely too… they are all so lovely its so hard to choose"

"Shut up Gus – I did not ask you to volunteer information. Now Julie, I want you to take of those pretty flowered panties of yours and climb under the desk – then wrap them ever so gently around his cock – make sure its very gently, that's it, good girl, use your hand to hold them there, softly, that's it, that's perfect! Now rub up and down gently, slowly – slowly, slowly – do NOT let him cum without permission. Remember Gus, you must beg the class first."

With this Ms Thornton stands back rolls up her sleeve and begins whipping her cane around in the air. It was a sinister, commanding, but magical sound, almost symphonic, like something out of Hogwarts!

She paused.

"First six strokes Gus, just to warm you up a little, then you can begin your begging, not before.

At Miss Thornton's command the strokes begin to rain down on Gus's backside. As this is happening I can hear Julie's rubbing – far more vigorous than Miss Thornton had recommended. Simultaneously, Gus's mind must have flooded with both the pleasure of Julie's panty clad hands, the scent of Annette's panties under her skirt, and the pain of Ms Thornton's extraordinarily accomplished lashings.

"Can I cum now class, now please! I can't take this, its too much!"

There was a little breathlessness in Miss Thornton's response – a result of her physical exertions perhaps, but perhaps because she was now letting her normally ice cool demeanour go…. She was beginning to really enjoy herself…

"Why Gus? So soon? You have only received ten strokes! I Am ready for many more Are you not enjoying being in Annett's knickers at last?

"Err Yes Mistress I mean No Mistress! I mean Yes! I mean I mean I don't know Mistress!"

"Yes Gus this is it, I intend for you to loose your mind give control to the girls and me – so for shit's sake SHUT UP! I want to get on with my work!"

"Yes Miss Please, but CLASS , CLASS please can I cum?"

"Look Gus, I shall allow this short interruption, but after this it is twenty strokes before you may speak again."

"Well class can he come now or does he first endure more beatings?"

"More beatings Miss! We all want a go!"

How many then?

How about each of you giving him one sound stroke each? Shouted Julia.

"Oh yes Miss! " Came a chorus of replies

The class was full of nubile young girls, at least the required twenty in all, and this meant that numerous strokes were landed on Gus's bottom all with keenness and vigour. One could see the red and bloodied marks stretching across the whole of his backside even a week later when Gus finally showed me. It took nearly half an hour before the last stroke was landed, all this time Julie diligently worked away at Gus's penis, ensuring that not even the merest whiff of an erection was lost. In Gus's mind he had always wanted to get into Julies knickers, just not in this way that's all, when he could think, in between blows that is, his desire for her increased. But even this was not all, at the same time Annette was gyrating into his face throwing his mind into utter turmoil. She was rubbing hard into his nose, doing her best to achieve an orgasm, after a while Gus could not distinguish what was the taste of her juices, which were soaking her panties by now, and what was the taste of his own tears. He could not struggle because of all the feminine hands that were firmly holding him in place – Gus simply had to take his medicine. Gus's mind had been thrown into the kind of confusion that can only end in complete surrender. As Gus struggled in this dark world, Miss Thornton repossessed the cane and with a frenzied satisfaction began increasing her stokes with caution to the wind, as she began creaming in her lacy polka dot panties.

"Now Class! Now! Whilst he is in the heights of pain, I want you to tell him to cum!"

"Class all together now!"

"Yes Gus cum, cum, cum!" The chant went up

CUM, CUM, CUM, CUM, CUM CUM!

An orgasm was building in Ms Thornton's supple body. Her body was sweating from the exertion, but she did not let this waver her determination to deliver the hardest blows that she could muster – ten twenty, thirty, fifty, one hundred the blows fell and fell. Julie was now even more vigorously rubbing the panties up and down his shaft and as Annette rubbed her pussy to climax on his face the whole class cheered Gus on.

Gus had to concentrate. Even though he would be forever grateful for his ordeal, the constant beating invaded his mind and made him struggle to cum – he tried as hard as he could to focus on Annette's pleasures, on Julia's ministrations, and suddenly, he let out a great scream and yelled OH CLASS! A gigantic spurt of cum erupted from his organ. Never had he cum so violently before! His cock simply went into a spasm and his penile muscles cavorted in violent contortions. The whole of Julie's panties was filled with semen - which delighted Julie so much she began making little whelps of satisfaction.

After a portal in time which seemed an eternity to Gus, the girls relaxed their grip and he arose in a state of confusion to stare straight into the face of Ms Thornton.

Annette simply collapsed to the floor in orgasmic exhaustion.

Julie just stood there looking victorious with the bounty of her cum stained panties in her hand.

The girls went back to their seats and Gus was left staring into Miss Thornton's unwavering eyes, whilst her fingers firmly grasped his chin and pulled his face towards her.

"Now say thank you to the class Gus."

"Thank you class, thank you Miss Thornton."

"Very well then – lesson learned I think Gus. You may be seated if you wish."

At this remark the whole class erupted into laughs, it was quite quite clear that Gus could not accept Ms Thornton's kind offer.

"This is a lesson learned for you Gus and all the girls present. Women shall not be disobeyed - women control cocks and through this control your world"

"Gus I want you to understand that this ceremony you have enjoyed today, has made you a new man – you are now property of the whole class – there will be no turning back. To indicate this to all, and to confirm this in your mind also, from now on girls will know you by a new name "Gusset" in honour of the great part the knicker gussets of Julie and Annette have played in your initiation. I have a clear certainty that you, and indeed all the girls, will have this lesson now branded in your memory – and of course, in your case Gus, branded on your scarred backside."

Miss Thornton then turned her attention towards me. I was standing still shaking, in my blindfolded state.

"Sad Boy – well you get nothing, but I expect you to be equally as obedient as Gusset the pain slut here – if you are not, then I will personally see to it that the whole class will beat you with just the same vigour as I have exerted on Gusset here.

Before we end today's session I wish to tell you that I am intrigued by your status with your sisters and family – it seems to me you have got off to an exceedingly good start in life with the influence they have brought to bear. I shall be writing a note for you to take home with you after this lesson.

Julie, please insert your wet panties into Sad Boy's Mouth. Sad Boy, I want you to return home with these panties in your mouth, and not take them out until your mother and sisters have seen the note. I shall write in the note that I expect this to be the case and no doubt your sisters will be checking to see. This will be your first taste of real men's sperm, also, this is no bad thing, as it is obvious from your condition that you will never taste existence as a "real man" should. We shall consider your true station in life in future lessons.

Very well class – this is the end of today's lesson -we shall begin again next week

Meanwhile I expect knicker gusset here and Sad boy to serve you all – in any way you choose, until next week then… Any infringement by either of these subjects, must be reported to me at our next session.

"Farewell for today girls…" Miss Thornton crisply shut her books and left the class.

"Goodbye Gusset" – cooed the girls"

"Goodbye my little sad boy with your little mushroom dick" chided Linda.

With this the class ended. Some of the girls decided to walk me to the gates of the school – at the gates they removed their panties from my face and I could see again. I was grateful that they did not at least lead me home like this. I must admit a strange feeling of submission came over me as I watched as they drew them up tightly over their wonderful pussies.

Of course I still had Julie's panties in my mouth, Julie must have gone home naked under her skirt – Secret little thoughts of being somehow connected with her through her panties, were skipping in and out of my mind. I had the idea of the wind rushing her skirt publicly up – well perhaps – as she returned home.. In my jacket pocket, amongst the bits of string and bent paper clips that peppered my schoolboy pockets, I kept Miss Thornton's note as neatly as I knew how. I was too fearful not to deliver it.

There was no doubt about it, Miss Thornton's presence in Junior High was to totally change my schooldays – I as yet only had a small taste of how. Little did I know that she would also have a powerful effect on my home life – changing me forever.

My heart was beating loudly as I walked down the path, knowing that all my sisters were usually in, talking around the table with my Mother, as I entered the kitchen.

You are late! WHAT have you to say for yourself! My mother demanded.

"Umphhh!"

Was the only reply I could manage.

And what on earth is that in your mouth?

  

Chapter 4: My Home Life

Nadia my eldest sister leaned over, and gently pulled the panties from my mouth.

"I thought so you little slut! Whose panties are these? They are not yours – they are certainly not our hand me downs, we would remember these."

"Let me explain"

"How can you explain? Coming home from school with panties in your mouth! How can you explain such a thing?"

"I have a note!" I retorted

"A Note? Are these your teachers panties or something you little dicked sissy?"

I handed the note to my Mother – she opened and read it out loud.

"Dear Mum,

I was very impressed to discover the condition of your son's little dickie. It is clear that it has been in a chastity tube for some years. You are clearly a woman after my own heart- and from what little Sam says, your daughters are too. I have commenced some extra curricula activities with the girls at school and little Sam here has kindly volunteered to help out. I would be most happy to discuss this with you. Perhaps I may be able to assist you in further bringing this young male into line – though I acknowledge you have made an excellent star. The panties in your son's mouth will no doubt indicate to you the flavour of our activities (if you forgive the pun) please feel free to get in touch"

Mother put the letter down a wide smile passed over her face – which was shared by my sisters

"Very interesting" she said.

"Emily please get on the phone at once, I should like to invite Miss Thornton over immediately – she seems like a woman after my own heart."

For the next couple of hours I did my chores, cleaning my sisters rooms not knowing what was in store for me. At the chime of the clock – seven o'clock sharp, the doorbell rang and Miss Thornton entered my house for the first time – it was such an honour like a visit from the queen. I opened the door to her and was aghast at the shortness of her leather miniskirt –her legs seemed to go on forever – like a ladder to heaven. She wore a wonderful low cut mohair top which was all pink and fluffy, as she lent down to give me a quick kiss on my cheek I could see a lacy black bra. I was sent promptly to my room. The women gathered in the living room.

Well ladies, I must say I and all the girls in his class, was very impressed when we slipped of his trousers to see your handiwork – tell me what inspired you.

"Well it was Aunt Domina's idea really she suggested as an alternative to allowing him disgusting erections" said Emily.

You see I really wanted a girl – we are happy with an all female household and having a boy with a constant hard on leering at us as we walk around in our undies was simply not acceptable – Aunt Domina put a stop to this – once and for all. We were then happy to do as we please" said Claudia my middle sister.

You do more than that Claudia!" said Emily. "you positively provoke him! Why only yesterday you made him bathe you – even your private parts!"

"Now, now girls, there is no need to fall out, its natural for Emily to want to engage in a little prick teasing at her age, its healthy and besides…. He is a "little prick" now, we have seen to that!

Everyone laughed and this broke the ice

"Yes" said Miss Thornton, I am most impressed, you seemed to have controlled the width of his penis excellently by fitting this device at such an early age. Tell me can you get any more of these devices? Said Sophie my strict elder sister. Sophie had wonderful looks and very wonderful eyes that made men melt.

"Yes, Miss Thornton, our Aunt has her slaves make them, she has a workshop and sells them all over the world – each one customised for the user."

"I do hope to meet your Aunt soon girls – but Sam here, what is his role in your household – being a boy?"

"Well, as I have said, we really wanted a girl, we kind of put up with him, like Cinderella in the family – we use him for household chores and things." Said Mother.

"Have you ever considered feminising him?" said Miss Thornton, "We could begin the process at home and then extend it onto school if you wish."

Well that's a thought! All the girls chimed together, "We love dressing up games! Why on earth did we not think of this before?"

"You have not thought of this? Then why may I ask, do you keep in your panties? Enquired Miss Thornton.

"Well, we simply use our old underwear on him – its more economical, besides Sam is used to it now.. that's all" Said Emily. "I have got to admit though; he does look kinda cute sometimes!"

"You are only young girls, you have a lot to learn about these things, perhaps you may wish to come along to our extra curricula class!"

Mother offered a comment…

"Well, I suppose that Sam will never really be a man, his little dickie is clearly not going to make it any more that's for sure, and he is light in build with soft skin, maybe the effect of chastity has been to suppress his testosterone or something, Hmmmm…. Yes! I can see what you are saying Miss Thornton! How could we proceed?"

"Well tonight.." Miss Thornton continued "…when you girls bathe him, begin by making him smooth all over, then powder him down with some girly talc. Take him into your room and do his hair in some feminine style. It's fairly long for a boy, but you must insist he grows it from now on. Do his nails, and when he goes to school in the morning make him wear a little eye shadow and lipstick – nothing to brazen just enough to turn a head. We shall not aim to complete the process swiftly, its much better to draw it out for maximum humiliation. You should understand girls that it is absolutely key that we demolish his male ego. This takes time and the more we humiliate him the better. Don't worry I shall continue the process at school – I will make sure."

"Agreed?"

OH definitely!" came the unanimous reply.

"OK then, that's settled." Said Miss Thornton. "But one more thing before I go, how about the key to the device, where is it?

Mother replied. "Well I keep this in a safe place – I want to give it to his fiancée, when he gets one of course"

"Well mother, if I could advise here…" said Miss Thornton

"It is very unlikely that he Sam, or should we now , she Sam-antha, will ever get a fiancée – not when we have finished his treatment. The very most she can hope for is to become a slave to some dominant woman. I have the very girl in my class who would be suitable for training him – she is top of the "woman studies" class that I teach in. I wonder if she could have the keys? "

"I don't see why not" Said Mother. "After all they are no use to us. I shall go and find them and you shall take them to her"

Very well then I shall return next week to continue the process.

   

Chapter 5: The next day

I of course knew nothing of these conversations, nevertheless, the next morning I was literally pushed out of the door – my hair was curled into locks and I had two pretty pink ribbons holding two little pony tails in place running down my back. Although I had on my school shirt and trousers, the girls had added a black training bra which was clearly visible under my white shirt. They had taken a pair of stockings and padded out the cups, so that I had a couple of budding mounds poking through.

I did not know where to put my face! Particularly because I was now wearing eye shadow, long false eyelashes, and a little subtle lip gloss. All morning the girls had been calling me Samantha, so I knew they were hatching something. I was also given strict instructions not to remove or alter a thing. I stood at the bus stop waiting for the school bus with more than a little trepidation. It was a peculiar sensation because the fear itself was sending strange tickles down my encaged shaft.

After an eternity of strange looks from passers by, the bus drew up to my stop. As usual it was full of screaming kids. I got on and paid my fare. I tried to sit by the window at the back so no one would see me. Jason came and sat next to me.

Jason was blunt by nature. He was often the one to make the class crack up when teachers were asking for silence. At first he did not notice me, but then he started sniffing the air…

"Snnnnfff…. What the hell? What on earth? What or who smells like that!"

Oh my God is that YOU SAM!

The whole bus went quiet.

Jason stood up

"Well, I an NOT sitting next to you PANSY BOY!

"You had better go and sit in your proper place…."

"With the girls at the back!"

The whole bus exploded with shrieks of surprise and laughter

I look back at that short walk from the front to the back of the bus as the longest walk of my life. Indeed, looking back it was, for this walk was my walk from my male self to my new female self… somehow everyone in the bus felt this too, for instead of shouting and giggling – everyone just watched quietly, as the new Sam – Samantha should I say, took her place, in the girls seats. There was a kind of respectful silence, as if all the kids new, that this was going to be, not a change of seats, but a change of life.

I sat down in the only available seat – thankfully next to Annette. She gave me a comforting smile then she wheedled her hand secretively into my trouser pocket. She began stroking the tip of my shaft. I had never felt so instantly enraptured before. No one had ever touched me there. Almost instantly a gossamer cloak of delight cast itself over my former humiliation. She looked me in the eyes and used her other hand to arrange my curls nicely.

"Never mind "Sam…………………..antha" you are mine now, you and I must present to Miss Thornton before class this morning. She has something to say to us both."

I could have been anywhere – even the hell of a vituperous school bus and I was in heaven. What did she just say to me "I am hers now"???? I could not believe the words.

She called me Samantha too!

Because she had said this, I immediately fell in love with my new name…

I just put my head on her skirt and sobbed.

"Never mind dear Samantha.. you just let out those tears…Its going to be a hard journey for you I know…."

The rest of the bus was shooed away by her authorative hand. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Eventually she took her skirt and lifted it over my head which was a great comfort to me as I broke down. I was now in her world with nothing but her wonderful legs and panties in my universe. It was the kindest act a woman had ever done to me. I would never forget this. My journey was ending in heaven.

 

Chapter 6: Miss Thornton's office

Knock knock!

Come in girls!

Well good morning Miss Thornton!

"Well you both look well presented to me"

A smile flashed across my face. Annette had redone my make-up I was glad that I was looking good. Oh my goodness I thought! I was beginning to even think like a girl!

"Thank you Miss Thornton" we both replied.

"I expect you are wondering why I have brought you both to my office today?"

"Yes Miss" we replied

Well, 'small and diminutive Samantha' I feel its time to make some changes, after all your life as a boy has not been very successful - has it?

I shuffled in my shoes

Well girl, answer me?

Yes Miss, I suppose, but I am not a girl Miss!

"Well, you are certainly not making the grade as a boy are you? We all saw your little dickie, yesterday, and, as you now realise, in comparison with Gus, you are very diminutive – you do know what that means girl don't you?"

Miss Thornton was ignoring my appeal to be seen as a boy..

I was looking down. "It means 'small' Miss.

Exactly girl….you have the point.

At the word 'point' Miss Thornton lifted her little finger and wiggled it, modelling my little penis. Annette suppressed a giggle.

Now Annette I turn to you.

You have excelled in my classes and I am proud of you. You seem to take like a duck to water with the idea that women are about to take there proper place in society – you are a girl of the future."

Given that you are a model for the other girls I want to introduce you to a knew concept – that of owning a little sissy of your own"

Oh Miss! Annette exclaimed with delight.

Now Samantha I am going to give you to Annette. Don't get any ideas now, you will not be, by any stretch of imagination her boyfriend you will simply be her property for her to do as she pleases. Do you understand this simple concept?

Something inside me cried out with happiness, it seemed wrong of course, but on another level I knew this was right, Miss Thornton was right, as she always was. I was prepared to be with Annette under Any circumstance – anyhow anytime. I knew this. I knew that Miss Thornton was in fact giving my whole future as a boy away, but this seemed trivial, inconsequential, in comparison to the fact that I would belong to the dreamy Annette. I gave the answer from my soul.

"Yes of course Miss!"

"Said with conviction Samantha I am pleased. Well it seems Samantha here is getting the….point!

Again the little finger as lifted, but this time there was a chain with a key hanging on it. I did not connect it at this stage with my chastity, as indeed, I had never seen the key.

"Annette do you know what this key signifies?"

"No Miss?"

"Well it signifies ownership of Samantha's little dickie, or should I say clitoris, remember what I have said previously 'own a man's dick and you own his mind'. I have consulted his mother and she is happy that I give you ownership of him. Please never allow Samantha here access to the key nor even let him touch it.

"I shall hide it way" Annette said, and I saw the silver chain slip around her neck and the key slip pass her ample cleavage into her bra. My mind followed the key and I almost feinted on the spot.

"Stand straight Samantha!"

I straightened my knees

Annette gripped my hand.

I looked at her, in awe; like I was her bride – I could feel my eyelashes fluttering!

Miss Thornton picked up on this – I am sure you will make a lovely couple – you have my blessing. I am pleased for you both.

Annette, you may take Samantha home this evening, I have explained to your Mother that Samantha is not a real girl, but neither is she a boy in the real sense, so your Mother will not be worried about his little thing getting you into any trouble – he may sleep in your room if you wish – this is your decision.

"Thank you Miss." Said Annette. "I shall ensure that I will continue her education".

"Now, come with me Samantha, from now on you will sit with me, in the girls part of the class, you will accompany me everywhere I go and you will carry my books."

Annette turned and with a twirl of her skirt, left the office. I followed behind – this was an incredible turn of events!

I followed Annette to the class, and that day I sat next to her, love-struck and in complete admiration of every thing she did. I sharpened her pencils, I fed her little morsels of sandwiches during lunch break, I accompanied her to the ladies, where I brushed her lovely long hair and she admired herself in the mirror. Everywhere she went I followed.

My feelings about Annette had been obvious to all the school for a while already, but now it was clearly visible that I was her property. The girls began looking at Annette with a new sense of admiration, and I am sure that this spectacle gave many girls the idea of having such property of their own. The boys looked at me strangely, my appearance was now radically changed, when I looked at them they saw female eyes, and this made many of them uncomfortable – former friends were now avoiding me. I did not care however I had Annette to protect me, and the other girls soon made it clear that they would come to my aid, if there was any funny business. I was becoming the girls Pet, and over the next few weeks Annette would often lend me out to the other girls, if they had some task which they wished to get done. This only amplified my feelings for Annette, for I new that she considered me as truly her property – to do with as she chose.

The first day of Samantha's school life went by in a heavenly haze. When the bell rang to signify the end of the day – Annette produced a delicate little collar from her bag, squirted a little of her perfume on me and we went to the bus. We travelled back towards my home, but this time we got of two stops earlier, in the smarter end of the Village. I was led up the cleanly ordered garden path, past the immaculate lawn towards Annette's front door. She turned the key in the lock and I was pulled in – willingly.

  

Chapter Seven: A new way of living

I arrived in the hall. Annette called to her mother.

"Mum, I am home! I have my little friend Samantha with me, I believe Miss Thornton talked to you about her"

Annette's' Mother stopped what she was doing, she wiped her hands on a meticulously folded cloth and then positioned it back in the proper place of her pristine kitchen. She walked into the Hall.

"Well hello Samantha" She looked me first in the face – which was pretty and feminine, but then looked down at my boyish apparel. Her smile turned to a soft concern.

"Well Annette, it seems we have a little work to do here, a little modification."

"Yes Mum I know, but this is her first day as a girl. I shall sort things out, you know I will. But first I must get changed and relax a little..

With this, she tugged on my lead and swiftly bounced up the stairs – she was in a happy mood. I struggled behind her, trying to synchronise my steps.

I was pulled into her bedroom. I took a quick glimpse, it was all elegant and decorated in an ivory colour, she had a chandelier in the centre of the ceiling – clearly there was money here. Before I could really look around, I was pushed onto the bed.

"Stay put.. you had better not get up if you know what's good for you!" Annette ordered.

I lay back on Annette's wonderful bed. As I did, Annette simply began stripping off her uniform – as if I was not present, indeed in Annette's head I was not there, I was only Samantha her sissy sub, that could be ignored as and when she desired – a toy if you like.

Off came Annette's crisp white blouse, then her wonderful navy blue pleated skirt. She hung it on a hanger.

"Watch how I do this, as from now on I shall expect you to do this for me."

She was now walking around the room in nothing but a white bra and panties. The were absolutely delightful, as if they had only just been bought from the finest Parisian lingerie shop.

She turned to me and smiled. Deliberately she walked into my field of vision and closed in on me.

I dare not move. She was still staring directly into my eyes.

First she removed her bra. Her wonderful breasts came directly into my view. I could tell she had great pride in her breasts. They had a wonderful smooth natural tan, her nipples were dark and inviting, not small, and not large, but perfectly womanly. She pushed them towards me – knowing that I was amazed. My face was showing that this was much more than I had ever experienced before. She smiled a smile of knowing superiority.

She closed in more.

"Get on your knees"

I immediately assumed this position in front of her.

"You know that you will never make love with me."

"Yes Annette I know this." I said with a real sadness in my heart. My face dropped.

"Very well then" she said, ignoring my emotional turmoil, she pointed toward her panties

"Use your teeth."

I moved my hair from my eyes. I wanted to see everything of course. I then leaned forward and with my hands behind my back I gently tugged and pulled until Annette's panties were on her thighs. Before me was the most wonderful sight I had ever seen. Annette's pussy was gloriously smooth, she had shaved it meticulously. There was not even a hint of her dark black hair. Instead I could see a tiny clitoris peeking out from her wonderful folds. This was the first pussy I had ever really seen, and I was dumbstruck with delight – how wonderful It was!

I felt, that in my life, I had now had the privilege of seeing this wonderful sight, this was enough to make me die happy. Of all the pussies in all the world, it was Annette's pussy that I craved for more than any other. My mind was marked for life in this instant. I would never forget this sight as long as I lived and breathed.

Something instinctive inside me began to act – I leant forward with my tongue poking out.

No! Samantha! No! You only get to see this is all! You must do nothing unless I permit it – what has come over you!

"Get on with it then, I am certainly not standing like this for your benefit"

I stooped and dragged Annette's panties to the floor with my teeth. She stepped out of them.

"That was rather clumsy girl, never mind you are going to get plenty of practice"

"Now, go across the hall and run my bath. Make sure you put some scent in it. In honour of your first day I shall let you choose my perfume. Now, get going.

I scuttled across the hall to the bathroom. I opened the door and found a white and silver bathroom. It featured a large Jacuzzi and to one side there was a large mirrored cabinet. I opened the door and found it filled with all sorts of girly accoutrements. There was a shelf with a selection of around thirty different perfume bottles. I recognised the names from my trips to the department store with my sisters. I began sampling the scents on my hand – each one became immediately associated with Annette indeed I recognised some of these aromas from my close contacts with Annette at school. I selected a perfume called "Intrigue" . I ran the Jacuzzi put in the bubble bath, emptied some perfume in the bath, took two very fluffy white towels out of the cupboard and returned to the room.

Annette was sitting by the mirror. She was now wearing a silk Japanese style robe. I could see that she was wearing nothing underneath as her dark areola were poking through the thin fabric. She beckoned me towards her.

"Take the brush and do my hair"

Without saying a word I picked up the brush and began gently brushing her long hair.

It seemed to me that through this action a connection of some form of love – at least my love directed towards her, began. I brushed her hair for half an hour, as I did so she seemed to go into an approving daze, a kind of light trance, occasionally she would look at her self – her wonderful black orbs would open and admire the picture in the mirror, then softly close again whilst I continued, softly stroking her long black main with my brush. I also became bewitched, for these moments I was sharing her natural beauty. I was also very pleased with myself, simply because I was pleasing her.

At a signal from her, she gently stopped my hand.

"Now watch how a girl takes off her make up."

Annette was not wearing much, just a smattering of eye shadow, a dark red that accentuated the abyss of her gaze. Her skin was already flawless, her lips were wonderfully full and wet, with a naturalness of colour that was the possession of a young, dazzling and refined girl – which lipsticks attempt to emulate – so no work was required here.

She turned "let me look at your skin"

She took hold of my chin and turned me this way and that.

"Well" she said. "Not too bad, we shall try to do something with it, but sadly, you will need a little work".

She put her finger in my mouth and opened my lips

"Teeth are good!"

" And I have always noticed that you have an effeminate walk"

Why did I feel crestfallen at this remark?

"You have cute eyes these will be a bit of an asset…"

".. and your lips are not really thin like some guys…"

Annette suddenly gave me a sharp stinging slap on my bottom

The weather in her eyes changed to stormy

"Well are you just going to leave my undies just lying around on the floor!"

I scuttled around her bedroom clearing up, whilst Annette tried on different earrings.

When I had finished she simply said to me "Strip"

Now this was humiliating unlike other boys in my class, I had not reached puberty, before this had all happened I was actually getting worried that it might never happen!

I stripped down

Annette turned from the mirror and stared at me in shock

Oh….My… GOD! She put her and to her lovely mouth and then let out a shriek

Mum! Mum! MUM! You must see this ! She shouted down the stairs!

Annette's mother came running up the stairs. She opened the door.

She also shrieked with laughter

"Well what have we got here!"

"I can see what Miss Thornton means now when she says he is not really meant to be a boy"

He is so skinny and feminine! Look hardly any muscle!

The two women were now walking round me poking and prodding.

Shame about the little bum – well I suppose its better than being flat

.And is this his little dickie Annette? It's soooo small, really insignificant I suppose, a real asset to Samantha as a sissy. I LUUUUV its prison!

My cock was rock hard in its prison – in fact it had been in this condition for much of the last few days, as the reader will likely guess.

Without any warning, nor with any permission, even with a slightly licentious look Annette's mother bent to her knees and planted a big kiss straight on the bulging tip of my penis. Another first the first time I had my penis kissed! And now this was Annette's mother!

Quick pass me a ribbon!

Annette was laughing and giggling far too much, but she managed to regain her composure enough to fetch a ribbon. Mother tied the ribbon in a bow around my tube.

"Now that better Samantha – far more pretty don't you agree?

With this I just burst into tears. From what at first seemed a loving and caring environment I was now being utterly ridiculed by both women. It was all just too much for my frail emotions. I began to sob

"Aww! Is little princess crying now?… never mind!" Said Annette.

"You better be careful or Mother will really give you something to cry about. She has a riding crop you know!"

Now that's an idea" retorted Mother, but Annette butted in..

"No mother! We shall save such pleasures for another time. Miss Thornton gave clear instructions; we are to break him in slowly."

"Just a few little marks?"

"No Mother not yet. Remember he is my property. I decide."

Now enough of all this, come with me to the Jacuzzi Samantha.

Mother left the room and we travelled across the hall. I still had the lead around my neck and Annette used it to good effect.

I was made to wash Annette all over, again the intimacy returned, and Annette tutored me on how to wash her pussy effectively. At one point I was slipping my soapy fingers around her vaginal lips and Annette was purring with delight.

"Yes Yes, she said you will do nicely, I believe."

She stepped out the bath, I was instructed to powder her down, then I wrapped her robe around her – she seemed pleased with me again.

We went downstairs and had a light lunch with Mother.

"I want you to call me Mother too" said her mother.

Yes Mother I replied, too intimidated to say otherwise.

I was left to clean up the kitchen and soon it was time for bed.

Cut up clothes idea

 

Chapter Eight: An evening conversation

After I had finished in the kitchen Mother ordered me to Annette's bedroom.

As I entered Annette was sitting on the bed. She looked directly at me. In her hand was a pair of scissors, she was cutting up my male clothes.

".. errr what are you doing Annette?

"I want you to think of tonight as your last night as a boy, that's why I am doing this, your new life begins here. I want you to understand that you are my property and wear what I dictate. I am also cutting up your sister's panties. Tomorrow you shall wear mine – as you belong to me.

Now get yourself ready for bed. I have selected a nice pair of white cotton panties for you and you can use one of my old nighties until we get some of your own.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned of my makeup, trying to copy what I had seen Annette do. I took a shower and then carefully arranged the bow back on my tube. I thought Annette would like this nice touch

We snuggled into bed together. Annette told me that she was pleased with my progress, but there was a long way to go. She stroked my hair, and let loose my pig tails, She told me that she wanted my hair to grow. She began running her fingers though it.

"As you are ware, you are not really my equal, so don't expect to spend every night resting your head on the pillow next to me. I expect you to sleep at my feet or maybe, if I am feeling Horney, then spend your time below, licking me as I go to sleep.

"Oh Yes Miss Annette I would surely love that!"

"I am sure you will!" said Annette with a smile.

"If I come in, in the evening with sperm inside me I want you to clean me up also, is this clear?"

This shocked me. I had always thought that Annette was a virgin. Clearly she was not. Something inside wanted to keep her all for myself – but I knew that this could never be the case. I looked sad.

"What's the matter poor baby? Has Samantha got ideas above her station? She chided.

"No Miss, It's just that I…….Oh well, never mind. You know that I would do anything for you Mistress anything!

"Quite right too. I expect no less. Now the thought of a big hard cock in my pussy, not yours you understand, but a real big one – perhaps Like Gusset, is getting me horney.

Get down and do your work. I want to see how good you are – it's a very important skill for a little sissy like you.

I shuffled under the bed clothes. The air inside was full of her scent. I rested my head in the correct position. Annette brought her thighs around my head, and used her hands to grab my hair and guide me into position.

Again, I felt that this was something that I was simply born to do. Even though this was my first time, Annette was later to compliment me on my 'natural disposition'. I began by rubbing my nose gently across the surface of her fresh panties. This time they were black and lacy – with holes through the lace which I tried to exploit with my tongue. After doing this for some ten minutes or so, I used my tongue to struggle underneath the lace and reached the soft folds of Annette's pussy. Annette was getting sleepy now, but I continued. Annette was already wet, so I had no trouble bringing my tongue deeper and deeper within her lips. I found that there was a little spot above her pussy that seemed to enlarge and become engorged. I instinctively was drawn to this. I began flickering my tongue over it, and Annette began to respond with little shivers of satisfaction. This spurred me on, and I began licking faster. Annette guided my face and tongue with her hands in my hair, until I was exactly in the spot that Annette required of me. I began to connect with her feminine movements, she began crushing my head with her thighs, it was like I had become part of her body, every move of mine being programmed by her control. We began to writhe in symbiotic rhythms, she gradually took over every part of my soul, and I became solely an instrument for her purpose – with a whimper and then a scream she shuddered into a climax on my face. I was drenched, but I was also fully fulfilled. I knew inside that this was my station in life – what I was born for.

Annette fell asleep with me in between her thighs. I was left in her wondrous world until the morning broke. I could not of been any happier with my new life.

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