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 9: A correction of my ways

The next day begun with breakfast being brought into our rooms by her Mother. Her Mother explained to me that from this day forth it would be my duty to do this, but as I did not yet fully understand my role in the household she had made an exception. She told me that they lived alone, as the father had fled when Annette was young, apparently he could not get accustomed to Mother's insistence on running the house exactly according to her own requirements. Annette's mother look sad about this, but said she fully expected him to return with his tail between his legs, 'in the near future', but she had insisted that he give her absolute control over all finances, all decisions, and his very soul as a condition of accepting him back. Both Annette and her mother knew it was only a matter of time until he returned. I knew she was right about this.

We began getting ready for school. After we showered together, Annette applied my make up again giving me tutelage as she proceeded. I was very happy with the way she did my eyes. They were very alluring. For clothes she selected a nice bra for me and a matching pair of panties. These were her old 'hand me downs' she explained until I could be properly measured. Before she put on the bra she tweaked my nipples.

"They are quite small for a girl, but never mind, Mother is making arrangements for you to be put on hormones, then you will begin to grow little buds and will be ready for a bra of your own."

Another complete surprise for my giddy head. I did not even know what 'hormones' meant, but I got the picture, and was soon to commence treatment.

For clothes, Annette selected a crisp white school blouse and a par of black pants. I felt a little disappointed that she did not pick out a skirt. Annette perceived this and explained to me..

"Slowly, slowly, catchy monkey!" and made a grab for my tiny balls and squeezed them hard.

I winced.

She continued dressing me and completed the outfit with a pair of white socks, which could be clearly seen, as the slacks finished short, and a pair of buckled school shoes, which were coincidentally my size.

We travelled to school and all day I sat next to her in class doing her beckoning and ensuring that she had everything she required. Many times she caught me gazing at her in admiration, so also the other girls, and Annette seemed please with this.

When we arrived home I began to busy myself tidying the house. I was dusting the living room when my eyes fell upon a photograph of Annette in ballet gear. I thought this photograph was entirely wonderful and I was just clutching in it my hands, when Mother returned from her riding class.

I had not heard her enter, I thought I was alone downstairs as Annette was in her bedroom studying.

"What the hell do you think you are up to leering at photos!"

I did not expect turn around and see her standing there, this, coupled with the fact that I found her very intimidating, to say the least, caused the photo to fall from my hands, and it crashed onto the marble floor. The glass shattered

Mother was now distraught with anger now. I could do nothing but freeze to the spot.

"Annette! Come downstairs please!" Her mother shouted.

Annette soon arrived in the living room.

"Mother, I am studying, why are you disturbing me?"

"It is not I, it is Samantha here, she is leering at your photo behind your back!"

This did not go down well with Annette at all. She simply walked over to me and explained.

"Samantha dear… I thought you understood, I want you to have no secrets from me, not even secret lurid thoughts about me, that you do not reveal. If we are to break your will, you must think only what I tell you – nothing more."

"And look! Glass all over the floor and the lovely picture frame shattered!" responded Mother.

"Yes mother, it seems it is time now… a little early in his education, but we should not let this pass."

Now, Samantha, I want you to go to the outhouse, there you will find some rope. Bring it to the kitchen, place it on the table, then remove your slacks, and go and stand in the corner with your hands above your head. I do not want you to move an inch until you are given permission. Do you understand me.

Without the need to answer I scuttled of to the outhouse, found the rope and then followed the instructions precisely. It was some fifteen minutes until the ladies appeared in the kitchen, and even then they simply ignored me. My mind was racing again – what were they going to do? Tie me up and then abandon me? Use my collar and tie me in the garden like a dog? I knew not what.

I could hear the girls sitting at the table chatting about the day. I dared not turn around to look at them. They drank coffee; they laughed and joked about various men in their lives. Mr Smith was mentioned from school and Annette told a lurid tale about how the girls made him go red in the face with humiliation. She said that Linda had gone to him after today's lesson with two new pairs of panties and forced him to choose which one's she would wear the next day – promising him a little peek if he was a 'good little slut' and let her pass her exam. Mr Smith nervously agreed. Mother laughed with delight.

"Well I suppose its time for business then" Mother said.

At this Annette stood up, and without a word to me dragged me by my collar and lead until I was prostrate over the farmhouse kitchen table. She used the rope to secure me, so that my legs were firmly anchored to two of the table legs, and my hands were then fastened, by a length of rope to the two other legs. I began to have an idea of what was going to happen next. Annette took my little balls in her hand and spoke.

"Vulnerability. I do so love it when you are vulnerable!"

Meanwhile Mother was fetching her riding crop. She gave it a few swishes in the air and then asked Annette who should go first. Annette said she wanted to begin because, I was her property and it was only correct that the first blows should be hers.

Mother passed the crop to her daughter, and then went around the table, knelt before my head, took hold of my hair and pulled my head up so that I was staring into her uncompromising eyes. Nothing was said, but I knew she wanted to stare me down. Every time my eyes fell she would tug on my hair until we had eye contact again.

Meanwhile Annette was herself swishing the crop through the air.

"So much better than using on a horse!" she exclaimed.

"Ready or not Samantha!" She chided, like it was some kind of hide and seek game.

"Ready or not!"

Thwack!

The first thunderous blow landed on my rear. I was determined to take my punishment 'like a man' but even this first blow caused a whimper to escape.

Thwack!

Mother was still staring into my eyes…

"Look Samantha, we are going to break that puny will of your, if you like it or not"

Thwack! A third heavy blow. I grimaced.

"We need all of your resistance to crumble away, bit by bit, until you are nothing but Annette's property" Isn't this correct Annette?

"Yes Mother it is". Thwack – an even harder blow

"Its going to take time you know, this is only the first of many beatings, of this you can be assured".

Thwack! Even harder still

"Annette is just limbering up"

Thwack, Thwack, Thwack.

For some stupid reason I was doing my very best not to cry, but even so tears were already forming in my eyes.

Mother's expression softened. "Aw, let me fetch a hanky from my riding breeches, I know I have one somewhere.

Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack!

Mother deliberately pushed her crutch into my face as she searched in the pocked of her breeches, I began to smell the strong odour of a mature woman's sweaty scent. Somehow this was the perfect pain killer for the suffering I was enduring. I began to fall into subspace again.

Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack!

"Hey steady on Annette we don't want to rush do we dear!"

I'm am sorry Mum, I am getting all excited, I guess I got carried away. I shall leave some for you I promise!"

Mother pushed her cunt into my face again and began rubbing it on my nose.

Thwack, whack, thwack, thwack, thwack.

"Ohh!" said Mother, "if I am not careful I am going to cum!"

Go ahead mother! Said Annette, use him!

Mother needed no second asking, she was already hot and horney from riding her stallion during the afternoon. Mercifully she did not take long until She began shivering in ecstasy on my nose. Even so I was still being beaten by Annette – now with slow rhythmical strokes of the utmost ferocity. I was now sobbing and sobbing. I had abandoned my whole mind to nothing but the sensation of pain.

Mother thankfully orgasmed on my face and I saw a damp patch developing around the crutch of her riding pants.

The girls retired and Mother used her delicate handkerchief to wipe away the streaks of tears running down my face

"Please ladies, I cannot take anymore, please, I beg you!"

Mother responded not to me, but to Annette.

"Well, it is as I have said Annette, he still has remnants of will to be broken. Sometimes even these small fragments take a devil's work to remove, I have had the same trouble with your father, and look what happened to him, he has fled, thinking that he can escape me with some little residue of his masculinity intact. I must admit this has made me fume, and you will understand that I do have to release this aggression on something, don't you Annette?

"Well steady on Mother, you should see him from this end – his rear is all criss crossed with bloody marks now – surely this is enough?"

"And what about my feelings Annette? You know I have much anger to release and I have just orgasmed – there is nothing like a good beating to complete the job.!

"Well yes mother I do understand, daddy should never have disobeyed you that's for sure…. Well I guess so then, but please leave a little left for another day!"

"Ok, Annette just a little, but a first beating should be a harsh beating, as I have said many times before.

With this remark the crop changed hands. Annette walked around to my face, and bent down to whisper in my ear.

"You know Mum is quite an expert at this sort of thing, she can beat a man to an inch of his life, then spare him just in time for him to recover. I am sure she won't go quite that far today, as this is your 'introduction session with us', but you must try and let go of everything in your head apart from the sting of the crop – it's the only way. I shall do my best to modify its effects – poor baby, poor little Samantha girl!"

With these remarks Annette stepped out of her panties, screwed them into a ball and shoved them into my mouth. I was surprised at how soaked they were before they entered my mouth. She bent down, and whispered in my ear.

"This will help dull the screams, for surely you will scream now, when Mother get's started. I shall hold them in place with my cunt and this will give you at least some solace in the universe of agony you are about to enter. My advice is let go of time, and fix yourself on my cunt in between blows – this will help."

With this she stood up, lifted her skirt, and rammed it into my face so that my nose was stuck in between her lips. Just before I went under I saw her mother pacing up and down impatiently rolling up the sleeve of her blouse.

"We are ready now Mother – but not too hard today"

The blows began again. Not too hard! Surely Annette had been ignored! But this was not the case, as I was later to understand from further interlude. Even so, Mother's blows were far more savage, clearly she was an extremely fit lady. Annette's advice helped. Time now stood still in my pain racked brain – my organism began shutting down all senses except the ones I was forced to deal with, even my ability to think was severely compromised. It was if I was in a universe where their was nothing but pain. I was like a man (girl?) in a pool whose head was being constantly pushed under water, but instead of water; air; water; air, it was pain; cunt; pain; cunt; pain cunt. I was so grateful that Annette was there pushing her sex into my face in between each and every stroke – I had no way of surviving this without her.

I could hear Annette's mother panting. Time seemed to reassert itself, and my universe began to piece itself back together. I could feel rivulets of blood running down my thighs. Annette still had her cunt in my face, for this I was grateful. I could still see nothing but the dark folds of her pleated skirt. I heard her mother slump into a chair. It was over at last.

"Well, they do say if a job's worth doing….I feel much happier now!"

"Mother you are so cruel! I simply could not carry on the way you do!"

"Well Annette you have time to learn. As I said, it takes a lot of work to get at those last vestiges of a male's will".

I was untied, but I had no strength to arise from the table. I just lay their, even without the strength to sob or plead. The women left me for a while, to recover as best I could. After a period I was taken with one on each arm, up to Annette's room. Here a towel way laid on the bed and I was laid down prostrate over it.

Annette took some warm water and washed my wounds, she then very gingerly began applying some soothing balm.

Something inside me was not restored. They had taken part of me away, I was more supplicant more malleable to their will now, broken I guess you would call it. I had begun to reach a place in my psyche from which they could rebuild me – in their image.

Annette began talking to me, though I could not answer her words echoed around my now empty mind, conditioning me, programming me for future use.

"Well Samantha you did take your beating well, I am proud of you. You understand now that although a woman's body is soft and alluring, there will be times when she will assert her will, whether you wish it or not. This is an important part of your new learning – to realise this. Today has shown you that you are property – nothing more. If we wish to abuse you we shall and you will not have any say in the matter. Do you like my hand on your bum? See how soft is the hand that beat you! Maybe I will go between your legs and give the tip of your penis a little rub – just to give you a little solace."

She moved her hand next to my penis.

"And then again maybe I won't!

She took it away again

"Have you ever had a girl hold your little dickie? Well I guess I know the answer to this, even though you have no strength to talk. Well let me give you a little 'light at the end of the tunnel' I just might unlock you someday… maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day.. then maybe…..maybe I wont. You are in with a chance though, not a promise of course, but a chance at least."

She continued rubbing my bottom and I fell into an exhausted sleep – with nothing but images of her cunt on my nose for dreams.

 

Chapter 10: Walk this way

For the next few weeks at school I could hardly sit down. Miss Thornton understood what had happened and gave me permission to stand next to Annette's desk in class – this was exhausting, but by far the most preferable alternative. As I walked down the corridors I began to walk with smaller steps and it appears to the other children that I was 'mincing around' as Emily put it. Even so, the girls did their best to protect me from derisory remarks. I repaid Emily by peeling an apple for her and feeing her little slices whilst the boys in the class looked on with a mixture of derision and envy.

Gradually, over some weeks my wounds began to heal. I was left with one large scar that transversed across both cheeks. I do remember this blow, and surprisingly it was delivered by Annette and not her mother. I told Annette this and she was pleased that I bore her mark.

Meanwhile my life at Annette's home proceeded as usual. I was given many additional task to do – in fact it was now my responsibility to keep the house immaculate for the women. I also had laundry duties, and these included hand washing of all the intimate garments. Gratefully they seemed pleased with my work and I was careful not to make any mistakes after the savage beating I had endured.

Annette and her mother gave me lessons in girl behaviour. I was taught more make up skills and gradually became proficient at all takes including hair and nails. I was encouraged to read Bella magazine and soon became immersed in thoughts about my looks and dress sense.

One day, after school Annette and her Mother sat me down and explained to me their plans for the afternoon.

Today we are going shopping. It's about time that you had some clothes of your own.. It's time we put you in skirts proper.

I as delighted by this. Even though I wore ladies slacks, something in my feminine self wanted to show off my legs to the boys – to be admired. Puberty had still not hit, probably as a consequence of my chastity, so I was proud of my legs – they were completely hairless and curiously were quite shapely for a girl.

Annette told me to dress up a little. I put on a pair of white tight slacks, a padded bra of Annette's which produced a couple of little buds, and over this I slipped a multicoloured top with the words "Look and Yearn" emblazoned on the front.. I had on a pair of summer sandals and painted my toe nails fresh for the occasion, My finger nails were now long and slender – meticulously crafted under Annette's tutelage. I washed my hair which was now considerably longer, brushed until it started to shine, then tied it into a single tail with a 'scrunchie'. I clipped on some small discreet earrings that dangled just a little, did my make up and then admired my handiwork in the mirror. I was pleased I looked like any other fresh young schoolgirl going to the mall – no problem passing for me – my whole psyche was now feminine and it showed.

Meanwhile Annette and her mother had decided to go ethnic. They both wore sari's I cannot remember which sari her mother wore, simply because I was transfixed when I saw Annette in a sari for the first time. She was stunning!

Her sari was black and red, with gold trimmings. She wore ruby red nail varnish and lipstick which perfectly picked up on the colours of her robe.. On her wrists were an array of bangles that clunked when she moved around her neck was a gold necklace with a topaz hanging in the centre. Her hair was up, and this was kept in place by an Indian style clip, which was slightly over the top for European style. Her petite slim body radiated femininity to a degree that I could never attain. She knew this and her gentle swaying movements within the confines of her sari accented this even further. It was obvious to all that she was a Princess revealed.

Mother called a cab. We got into the back of a large black merc and we were off to shop in the town. First we went to the school uniform shop and I was kitted out with several skirts, blouses, and all the other things a young girl needs.

We then went into the larger, better, boutiques and I was surrounded by other gorgeous young girls out on the Saturday shop – I felt genuinely one of them – I did not at feel like a boy in drag. Annette began choosing items for me. She chose a variety of fairly short skirts, a number of tops – not too revealing because of my lack of bust, some tights a few pairs of stockings, a suspender belt or two – a pink one and a white one, some heels some sandals of my own, a jacket that accentuated my curves, and a number of other things.

Mother took me aside. She explained to me that we were now going to the lingerie shop and I was to be on my best behaviour.

We entered the shop and it was quite quiet. There were two young girls serving, and a smattering of customers wandering around. Mother took me to the counter and then deliberately said in a loud voice so that every one could hear.

"I am seeking to kit this YOUNG BOY out with some of your finest lingerie. He does not have very much in the boob department…………..yet, but we are primarily interested in some of the sexiest panties that you have got"

I was utterly humiliated. I had come to see myself as wholly feminine, and this was the first time that anyone had referred to me as a boy for several months. I did not know where to look. All the customers, and both of the young shop assistants were staring straight at me in disbelief.

My penis reacted in its tube to the humiliation. I immediately got a firm hard on and it was now quite obviously and luridly pocking out from beneath my slacks. The younger shop assistant immediately detected this. She was the most confident of them both.

"Well then, may I ask the young BOY'S name please"

"Certainly you may it is Samantha"

From a preceding emotion of feminine confidence I now felt like I was going to be swallowed whole into an abyss.

"Well my name is Annabella, I shall be pleased to help – how many panties would you wish to buy?"

"Well I am not sure ………Miss…"

I could not look her in the eye.

"It's up to my Mother here"

"Don't worry about the cash darling, you know you need them, just pick a number"

Even though I was grossly humiliated, my desire for my own panties overcame my hesitation"

"Thank you mother….. perhaps a dozen or so?"

"Let's make that fourteen, a couple of weeks supply"

"What style do you think is sexy then BOY?" Said Annabella.

"Well I don't know really…. I do like the one's that Annette wears, I spend so much time at night lying staring at them"

I wanted to retract that remark – too much information.

Annette piped up

"You see Annabella – he is my property, we are 'working on him'

Do you go to Junior High? Said Annabella

"Yes Annabella, I am head girl."

I thought so, said Annabella, I hear real good things about this school. Now, let me get on with business.

Annabella toured me round the shop and I was forced to choose twenty or so pairs of panties. I noticed that non of the customers had left the shop and they were all casting looks at me from the corner of their eye. I am sure they would have longed to ask questions of Annette and my mother, if it were not for the British reserve.

Go on then try them on! I am not going to simply waste money if they don't fit.

Come with me said Annabella, and with Annette I was led into the changing room.

I removed my slacks and stood there in Annette's old panties.

Well then what are you waiting for? Demanded Annette.

"She is going to see!"

Are you arguing with me? You know what happened the last time you made this mistake?

I needed no other prompting. I swiftly jerked down her panties and my member bopped out in front of me

"Why you little……………………Perv! Exclaimed Annabella.

Well, said Annette, little he may be, but perv he cannot be, for he has never ejaculated.

Really! God! That's incredible! How did you get his cock into such a tiny tube?

Annette smiled. Annabella was clearly impressed.

"Well as a matter of fact it was not me but his sisters, though I own him now. Apparently the story goes that they were bathing him one day and he got a dirty little hard on, so they sorted him out.

Quite right too! His sisters and all – that's disgusting!

"Yes, they did not want him perving around them, and besides they really wanted a girl. They gave him to me through arrangements made by the school – he is my project if you like"

Annabelle was becoming more and more impressed.

Carla! Come here take a look at this!

Carla the other shop assistant came over.

Oh My God! Its wonderful may I touch it?

"Well of course" said Annette, I am conditioning him to serve all girls – womanhood as a whole.

The two girls began playing with my cock, making it bob up and down. Its little head became purpler and purpler. Suddenly a little drip of white fluid . began to seep out. I was terrified that they had done something damage to my little thing!

"What an earth………! Exclaimed Annette!

"Oh my goodness, this has never happened before!"

"Mother!"

Mother pulled the curtains right back. I could be seen from the shop floor now!

"Well I suppose we have almost left this too long now! Its time to get him fixed, before all those horrible male hormones start interfering with all our hard work"

I am afraid I shall have to change my mind. There is obviously no way that he can try on all these panties in this disgusting state – you are in for another very severe beating when we get home, this I CAN tell you Samantha.

Pack up the undies and I shall pay for them. Thank you girls for your help, but we need to take him straight to the Doctor's now, before more damage is done

I began to cry "What's wrong with me Mother? What's happening to my penis? I don't understand!"

Stop crying Samantha and pull yourself together. Pick a pair of your new panties and put them on now. Do as I say, you will need a fresh pair where we are going.

In indecent haste I was hurried out of the shop and soon found myself back in the car. I was bewildered and had horrible thoughts that my cock was somehow sick. No one explained what was happening to me, and soon I was whisked into surgery to see the Family Doctor.

 

Chapter 11: Alternative plans

Next please, called the young nurse.

I was shunted in to the surgery with Annette and Mother in tow.

"How can I help today?"

"Well Miss Willows, I am so glad you could make room for us today, for our little sissy here has begun leaking and we strongly feel that this is not his place at all. We wish him to start on hormones with immediate effect!"

Jump up on the table Samantha let me take a look

"Oh excellent! I see you have her chastised"

At least I am being treated like a lady again I thought.

"Now put your legs in the stirrups whilst I examine you."

I splayed my legs and slipped them into the stirrups as told.

"Now this little chastised weeny of yours what happens when I stroke it gently like this?

Oh! Oh! Mother its happening again!

I was staring at the doctor. She had her hair in a bun and had glasses on, she had a white coat that was open and I could see her bra under her black blouse. She had on a pencil skirt and heels – there was something in the image that was making my penis quiver and I felt something inside me wanting to spurt out some kind of goey stuff, but I could do nothing but leak a little as the tube was constricting me.

"Yes Doctor, this is exactly my complaint, you can see for yourself, the emissions.

"Yes I agree, its not a very satisfactory state of affairs for such a young and attractive sissy.

With this remark Dr Willows simply inserted her finger into my anus. No asking, no permission, she just invaded me.

"Well the prostrate is very enlarged – may I suggest that we remove it all together at some stage?

"Yes Dr", said Annette, "We are planning to go the whole way."

Excellent. Well it is not too late I am glad to say, too suppress all male features. What she needs is a large injection of oestrogen for starters, followed by hormones to enlarge her breasts and to feminise her. Her voice has not yet broken, nor has an Adams Apple yet formed. If we catch this quick then she will never feel what it is like to be a man. The chastity tube, being fitted at such a young age, has done its job well, but it cannot hold back puberty for ever – we now need drastic action, and eventually surgery are we agreed.

No one was looking at my direction. The Dr's finger was still busy probing my anus. Even so, without my consent, all the women agreed that this was the only course.

I wad made to bend over the doctors desk and a large vial of oestrogen was injected into my rear. The women were given a prescription to take home, and I pulled up my panties, and got dressed.

"Please Doctor, can I ask a question please?"

The doctor flashed her eyes towards Mother and Mother gave a nod."

"I don't understand all these long words, I don't know what a 'prostrate' is, or 'oestrogen' what I would like to know is am I cured – is my penis OK?"

"Now don't worry your pretty little head with details. You are in good hands with these two ladies. What I would say is that a calamity has been narrowly averted. I would never wish you to feel the full force of what nearly happened in the shop – lucky you were wearing a safety device. Just take your pills as prescribed and I shall see you in three months. By this time your condition will have improved dramatically. You can be confident of that. By this time you will literally be budding into a young woman. There may come a time when we are able to remove the device – I would say though that when we do other things will have to be surgically removed at the same time. This will not be your decision to worry your pretty head about, Annette here will take this decision in her time, as your owner."

"Thank you Dr, I trust Annette completely, so I am much assured by what you said, but I definitely do not want any more of that horrible stuff coming out of my penis again – its disgusting!"

"Don't worry about that, your injection will put a stop to that in a few weeks or so, their may be a little shrinkage of the testicles, but this means that everything is working properly – so don't worry. Besides, smaller testicles are very becoming on a sissy."

I was so relieved! On the journey home I fell into Annette's arms and she soothed me against her breasts. The day had started so well and then ended in this calamity. At least now I had some skirts and panties of my own, and I could go to school in proper uniform. Perhaps now all the teasing at school might diminish a little and I could simply get on with my normal life as a girl; as Annette's little sissy.

  

Chapter 12: Mr Smith protests

"Miss Thornton, could I have a quiet word please?"

The staff common room was empty apart from the two of them.

"Why of course Mr Smith, what can I possibly do to help?"

"I, I, Ier have been meaning to talk to you for some time…"

"Well Mr Smith, I am all ears…I am sure you have something interesting to say….all the girls speak of you, they say you have such 'charisma' such 'authority…"

"Be that as it may Miss Thornton….. er I , or I think, I mean… Miss Thornton! Please don't get so close!

"Maybe you should loosen your tie Mr Thornton, you seem to be coming over all flushed, now you wanted to talk to me.

"It's got to stop! Since you have arrived the whole school has radically changed the ambience is entirely different, I can't seem to exert any authority, especially over the girls!

"Well isn't that your problem Mr Smith? After all you are a man aren't you? A real man I mean!

"Miss Thornton your hand is on my flies!"

"Carry on Mr Thornton, you wanted to say something did you not – I am listening, believe me. Don't worry about what I am doing, you can move away if you want, can't you Mr Thornton?"

" I wanted to say that…….OHHH! what are you doing with your hand!

"Spit it out Mr Thornton, you look worried, if there is something you want to get off your chest, just say!, but your not moving away are you Mr Thornton"

"I just think we need to re-assert our authority as teachers Miss Thornton, get some order!"

"Oh I see, some order, do you mean standing to attention or something? Like, let me see, like your penis? This seems to be in order Mr Smith, I am very pleased with its behaviour."

Miss Thornton, this is not the way this conversation was meant to go… I mean this is not what I was going to say… I mean you should not be doing this!

"You mean you don't like it? Well your body is telling me otherwise Mr Smith, just think what the girls would say if they could see you now!"

"You would not do it!"

"Now that is very unwise Mr Thornton, I never refuse a dare.

But you can't Miss Thornton! Its not right! I mean I won't let you..

So, Mr Smith, you want me to stop do you? You mean you don't like the way I am slowly stroking your shaft?

"Yes, yes, I mean yes I love it, but…..

"Leave the but's behind Mr Thornton, either you want it or not. there is no room for your hesitations now"

Knock Knock!

"Come in!"

Hello, its Linda Miss, I was looking for Mr Smith…..oh, I see, do you want me to come back?

"Oh no Linda, do come in, you have arrived at the perfect moment. Don't worry about Mr Smith here, he is almost ready, as you can see.

"Now Linda, I want you to take over. Take those lovely soft hands and run them slowly over the head – Mr Smith does like that. I can tell!

"Of course Miss, Like this you say?"

"Well perhaps you shouldn't ask me, ask Mr Smith!

"Do you like this Mr Smith?"

I err,, of course, but, but bbbbbbbb,

Look Mr Smith, if you can only blubber you are certainly not ready for your next class are you! Not in this state. Tell me Mr Smith, a simple yes or no would suffice.

"No Miss Thornton"

"Now, Mr Smith, you are beginning to realise your station in life are you not. It is not you who is in charge anymore, this is quite obvious at the moment isn't it Linda?"

"As you said Miss Thornton 'own the cock, own the man'."

"Miss Thornton!"

"Shut up Mr Smith! It's time for you to follow Linda's instructions, if you want her to continue that is…"

"Now Linda, I want you to take Mr Smith here, and show him to the biology class. It will make a perfect experiment for your classes on reproduction. You can lead him by his penis down the corridor, it would be a shame to lose all our hard work"

Yes Miss Thornton…come on Mr Smith, 'cum' with me.

Linda led the hobbling Mr Smith down the corridor. Along the way, Mr Smith passed Miss Grey the school secretary whom passed an approving glance Linda's way.

"Oh Linda! What do we have hear? Could I just take a little peek? Well, I always wondered, my suspicions are confirmed though, not much to show is there?

I must go Miss, He is late for class.

Linda arrived in the biology class. The girls were busy with their experiments. When Mr Smith arrived though, goggles were removed.

"Hey girls! Do you wanna see a live experiment!"

"Sure do!"

"OK I shall bring Mr Smith to the front of the class, gather around girls. Sue you bring a Petrie dish"

Put the Petrie dish under the end of his penis Sue.

"Now girls I would like you to observe what happens."

"What we are going to do is get Mr Smith to cum into the Petrie dish, I shall run my fingers up and down the shaft, very very softly, and I want the class to ask Mr Smith 'biology questions as we proceed. The idea Mr Smith is for you to hold on as long as you can. Jane will be timing you."

"Jane have you got the stop watch?"

"Yes Linda"

"Get ready, set go!"

Class you can begin your questions.

Mr Smith, you have been looking at me as if you want to fuck me haven't you MR Smith?

"Oh no Antonia!"

"And you have been looking up my skirt too!" said Emilia.

"And mine too!" said Ruth

And mine!" said Erica

"No! I have never! Its just that you sit there with your legs open I can't seem to think of anything else. No, I don't mean that, I mean I cant keep my eyes away, I mean, no its your fault. I will tell your parents!"

"Tell them what Mr Smith, that you allowed us to masturbate you in front of the class?" OK maybe we should all tell our parents girls!" Said Linda"

"Oh No please not! I am going to cum!"

"You cannot do that, Mr Smith, that would be disgusting would it not Mr Smith." Said Anne.

"Especially without asking permission of the class!" pointed out Emily.

"I can wait! Please, I mean please class can I cum!"

"Go on then!" Said the class I unison

"Go on then" said Linda rid yourself of your seed in front of all these pretty young girls!"

This was more than Mr Smith could take, a great big spurt of white fluid erupted from his quivering cock, twitch after twitch ejected a flow of white cum from his loins, all expertly caught in the Petrie dish by a smiling Sue.

"Well what was his timing, Jane?"

"Well not very good Linda, only four minutes!"

"You are a disappointment to the girls Mr Smith, you should hang your head in shame, you dirty little perv!" Said Linda.

"Can I taste it? Said Jo?"

"Of course! Class, why don't you all put your finger in the Petrie dish and take a little lick. I am sure Mr Smith would have no objections"

Ooooh! Tastes salty! Said one girl.

Oooh tastes just like semolina – UUKK! I hate semolina! Said another girl

OK Mr Smith, we have finished with you now, or rather you have finished have you not?

"Yes Linda!" Said Mr Smith his head hanging low, tears forming in his eyes at his utter humiliation.

Now I want you to totter back down the corridor, to Miss Thornton. I believe you have some protests for her, about how we run this school. Perhaps you wish to continue with your objections?"

With this Linda gave Mr Smith a hard slap on the rear and Mr Smith, not knowing what else he cold do, tottered out of the class and back to Miss Thornton.

"Hello again Mr Smith! Said Miss Thornton. Let us continue where we left off…

Now, you were saying…?

  

Chapter 13: Unlucky for some.

By this time I had become accepted by the girls. I suppose this was because I was now in skirts 24/7 and had become accustomed to doing my own make up and thinking of myself in female terms – even so I was still worried about the little extension that was attached to my pussy.

I even was allowed to change with the girls. As soon as I took off my knickers in the changing room I would be subject to the curiosity of even they shy girls, and they thought nothing of coming over and playing with it. I felt ashamed of this, because it separated me from the others, made me differ rent. You know what it is like to be different at school – something nobody wishes to endure.

One day it all got too much for me, and on my return from school I confided in Annette's mother, and questioned my identity as a girl. This was a wrong move.

At eight o'clock that evening I was called into the kitchen. Mother was talking to Annette, she was sitting in a chair her legs placed dominantly on the table, with no thought of hiding her pussy behind a tight pair of black see through panties. Annette was in a short ruby miniskirt – silk of some description, she had on a plain yellow top which was very low cut, and a pair of Indian sandals.

Samantha, we have come to a decision.

"Yes Mistresses" I said and sat down on the floor beneath Annette's Mother's feet.

What followed was a long diatribe. I shall give a summary here.

Annette began by expressing her fury at me for expressing my doubts to her mother. She asked me if I trusted her, but despite my protestations that I did she said she had clearly formed the view that I must not, because I had not acted as her property and was forming thoughts of my own. I was forced to acknowledge this was true.

My tears were of no benefit. Annette continued to tell me that I must learn, by one method or the other that I was not to think without her permission. She explained that all her plans would go asunder, if she could not bring me to a complete state of emptiness, from which a new truly female personality will arise. She stated that despite my appearance being very girl-like it was clear that work still needed to be done. I protested that I craved to be female, but she said that this was not possible without the complete eradication of my male will. A phoenix cannot arise without their first being ashes, she replied.

Mother said nothing, but she listened, and after my admonishment by Annette she simply stated, that she had prepared my cell.

Cell?

With this I was blindfolded. I was then taken through a locked door, down a flight of stairs and I could sense dampness in the air. The sound of their voices echoed against the stone.

With blindfold still in place, a steel collar was placed around my neck and Mother took a large spanner and tightened the nut. I began to tremble, I would have trembled more if I had known what my fate was. Shackles were placed around my ankles and wrists. A chain was attached to my collar with the other end fastened to the wall. My blindfold was removed and I looked around the cold dark room. I could see manacles attached to the wall, a pulley and hoist, and a strange bench structure which no doubt was meant for strapping my body down to expose my rear. I cried and protested, but it was no good, neither Annette or her Mother were in any mood to listen.

Once they were sure I was secured, I saw them walk through a large iron door, which separated the cell from an out area, then they simply switched of the light and I was left to my thoughts in my windowless prison. No word of explanation was forthcoming.

The days and nights began to blend, I knew that I was hungry, but I had no way of telling what was my last meal. I tried to get some idea of time, and got to an estimate of 72 hours, but I could not say whether this was correct because my mind would frequently going into circles of confusion robbing me of reality.

Without any warning, Annette entered the room. She said nothing, and I was too afraid to speak. She opened my mouth and inserted my hormones. She carried a case in her hand. I was blindfolded, she removed her panties and stuffed them into my mouth. She attached a gag to keep them firmly in place then pushed me over the bench, attaching my leg and arm manacles to its feet. I heard her click open the case, and then sounds as if she was fitting something. I then felt her fingers in my rear, administering a lubrication of some sort – then I knew. She shoved her phallus deep within me and began a hard fucking. I had never been fucked before, and even in my situation was glad it was Annette that was taking m virginity, for I still loved her despite all. Annette worked up a sweat, somehow I could detect that this was a double ended dildo and she herself was getting some satisfaction from her labours. After a while I heard her orgasm and she collapsed across my prostrate torso. She was breathing heavily. She withdrew the phallus. I was still blindfolded. I could hear her go over to the corner and the sound of liquid being poured into a bowl. She returned to me, unfastened my shackles, then refastened my collar to the chain attached to the wall. Without a word, she walked toward the door and then the light went out again. I heard the clunk of the lock.

I was left in the dark again. I was thirsting badly, so I began to crawl around the floor seeking the bowl. I found it and began to drink. I stood back with shock – this was clearly her urine. At first I nearly threw it against the wall, but then, it was hers, and as such I was privileged to taste it I knew. My mind threw out my repulsion and I drank heavily until the bowl was empty, then I licked it clean. I put my cheek to the bowl, it was some solace in the darkness, but now the bowl was empty, as empty as the darkness that grew back over my consciousness. She had taken me, and this was all their was in my consciousness, I had been firmly fucked by her wonderful presence, this much I was grateful for, but then I had nothing else.

A day or so passed. I heard the sound of keys in the lock, My heart leapt Annette was returning! My delight soon vanished. The light went on and I stared at the figure of Mother. She was dressed in black dominatrix style, she had on long leather gloves, a tight fitting bisque, some thigh boots that were laced to the thighs and stockings that appeared from the top, there was something about the way she walked in her boots that said that she had worn such an outfit many times before. In her hand was a terrifying bull whip. She spoke.

"Well Samantha, how do you like my husband's palace? He and I spent many happy hours down here. It is this room more than any other, which used to bring fear to his eyes, from here it was that he escaped my feminine attentions, he picked the lock, and fled naked down the street, but this now, has been remedied, a tamper proof lock is now in place, and the collar you wear is new. He will be returning here I am sure, it's just a mater of time.

Mother fed me my hormones. Well lets get down to work.

Again she removed her panties, and pushed them in my mouth. She strapped them in place with some tape and then attached me to the wall spread-eagled. I knew what was coming, I tried to steel myself, but this time I did not have Annette's cunt in my face to give me somewhere for my mind to go.

"One hundred firm lashes!"

And my torment began. Mother was not accustomed to holding back, at around ten strokes my consciousness began to weaken, by twenty there was nothing but pain, by thirty I was nothing, forty and she paused to gather her strength, then it began again another ten, twenty then thirty. There was nothing in the universe but my tormentor and my pain – we were fused together and I sensed that Mother had picked up on this. She began to work with even more vigour. Twenty more strokes were delivered to my torso. Mother fell back on the bench, I could hear her fingers in her wet cunt, she figured herself to orgasm, then released me and reattached my collar. I fell into a heap and became unconscious.

 

Chapter 14: The last Temptation

I do not know how long it took me to regain consciousness, but once again I crawled across the floor to find a bowl of their nectar. This time I made it last, taking small sips, every now and again, to quench my raging thirst. My hunger remained unabated.

For the next two weeks the treatment continued, each alternate day I was visited by either Annette other mother to give me my hormones. Each time Annette fucked me so hard that I screamed through my gag – but I was still glad, for it was her, and not her Mother. Mother would return the next day and again administer a flogging. My identity was demolished entirely, I felt that I was now a nothing, and I cam to expect that this would be my life from now on in. But this was not to be so.

One morning the keys clicked in the door I steeled myself because it was Mother's day, her turn. But instead I was freed, dragged up to the house and laid on Annette's bed. The wonderful ivory surroundings seemed so incongruous to me after my ordeal, I could not take it in, I fell into a deep sleep.

It was no for tow days that I awoke. As my eyes opened I found Annette, dressed in nothing but her bra and panties stoking my cheeks. I did not know what to say, my mouth opened but no words came out. Gently, she put a finger on my lips.

"You do realise my darling that this was necessary. You have been broken, thoroughly broken now – you needed this in order to continue your journey. I looked up to her wonderful eyes, and found the strength to nod. She smiled, from satisfaction.

Then she began stoking my breasts. I had breasts! I was even too weak to realise, but Annette's hand was clearly delineating some wonderful curves which had now appeared on my chest. She caressed them tenderly, and I felt a new sensitivity which only a girl can feel. I began to feel a wonderful feeling of feminine warmth, a rosy feeling of female sexuality that I had never experienced before. Annette was looking into my eyes, she was picking up on my new sensations – enjoining them with me, she moved my hands to her own wonderful breasts and we began caressing each other. Through this new bond we shared my new sensations together. She showed me how a girl plays with her nipples, lightly squeezes them and then circles her glands with her hand gently stroking her flesh. I began to get aroused, not in a masculine way but a feminine way. She released this feeling more by running her fingers though my long hair. I felt like a true woman.

"You are becoming a very beautiful woman Samantha! "- She whispered in my ear.

Even though I was still very weak, she wanted me now. She straddled my face, pushing her panties to one side and directing my tongue into her pussy. My own condition was not pertinent to her, and I myself felt that I was simply an appendage to her body, my tongue can out and I began my duties. I knew that this was my function, and I knew nothing else anymore. After a while I became part of her, Annette sensed this with her cunt, our movements became part of each other and my tongue reached a depth never achieved before. She rode me like I was a circus stallion, encouraging me with her cunt language to try harder and harder. I instinctively understood her every move and responded to exactly what her desires dictated. She began to scream with satisfaction and I shuddered as I joined her consciousness in her feminine orgasm. My face was flooded with her juices and she slumped on the bedstead. Her cunt was still all I knew and I drifted back into unconsciousness.

Over the next weeks Annette nursed me back to health, my days were spent in her bed whilst I recovered. There were still a few scars on my back, but I bore them with pride. I began to regain my strength. My nights were spent with her, sometimes she would embrace me and stroke my hair, which was by now well over my shoulders in length. She showered me and dressed my wounds.

One night, after I had recovered, she lent to me and whispered In my ear again…

"It's no good my curiosity is getting the better of me. I want to know.

She dangled the key in front of me.

I shall get an ice pack.

Quickly, she returned with the ice pack. She unlocked my chastity and for the first time in years My penis was freed from its prison. She began to stroke it and I began to feel sensations which I had never felt before. I knew this was not girly and I did not want to participate, but Annette persisted, and I no longer had any will to resist.

She pulled back the covers and examined me. I had become erect.

"OOH look! Its so small and skinny, but the head is so large! You are just like a little mushroom – so cute!"

She gripped my thin shaft and then positioned her body over my pelvis.

"Now, I don't want any leaking, is this clear?"

"This is your body not mine anymore" I said to Annette, "I am truly your property now. I am confident that my body will do as you desire."

"An excellent reply" Said Annette.

With her long feline and dexterous fingers she inserted the head of my penis into her wonderful vagina, whilst retaining a firm grip on the shaft.

"OAWH! This is wonderful to feel you like this Samantha"

Annette was very slowly and methodically riding up and down on my shaft whilst maintaining a firm grip.

"This is the kind of sensation you would have felt if you were a real boy, never mind though, it won't endure, and you won't be feeling it again after your visit to the Doctor tomorrow"

Annette continued her administrations.

"Would you like to know what it is like to cum Samantha? I can release my grip if you so desire?"

Oh yes, NO! I mean NO miss! I am a girl!

"Are you sure Samantha, all it will take is me to lesson my grip?"

"No Miss, I really, really want to be a girl!"

"Good answer Samantha; if you had answered otherwise I should lock you up and bring you back to your cell!"

"Now, let me take my satisfaction for this first, and last time!"

With this remark Annette began moving up and down faster, she began to pant, and again she began to orgasm on my body.

I was being used again and I felt totally consumed by her.

As she moved towards orgasm she let go of her hand and I was driven by her , deep inside her pussy. I felt her muscles convulse and then the shudder of her orgasm as her muscles gripped my penis.

I knew I wanted to orgasm with her, but also I knew that Annette did not wish this, my penis was like a rock but it resisted like a rock as Annette's vaginal muscles confirmed their grip on my consciousness. I remained firm, in both senses of the word.

Annette was flushed with her exertions. As she was now satiated, she withdrew my penis, and locked me back in. I was grateful for this, because it removed all temptation to touch my penis.

"I am proud of you Samantha, it seems it is time for you to become a real girl – tomorrow we shall make your wish come true."

I was also proud, proud that I had overcome any inclination to behave as a boy, even though I had been exposed to the utmost temptation that Annette could bring. I knew that I had done as she wished, and as her property I had done nothing more than what she had wished for me, for this I was deservedly satisfied.

We slept in each others arms. I was deeply in love.

  

Chapter 15: Finally no going back

I was again in the examination chair. The doctor again had her finger in m rear and was examining my prostrate. She was probing me.

"Well it seems that Annette and her Mother used radical methods to remove the last vestiges of your male-hood. Your prostrate has shrunk – so much so that I find it very difficult to locate. This is excellent. It will make our work much easier.

Also I can see some nice little breasts have developed. It is clear that you have been taking your hormones regularly this is also good. Your skin is much softer now and your body is developing the feminine curves you require."

"Annette you should be proud of your work"

"|I am Doctor, indeed I am"

"If I could speak Doctor.?"

"You may Samantha."

"Can I thank Annette and her mother for there work, and you also Doctor, I am ready to become a girl now, my maleness has been totally eradicated"

All the women smiled.

Very well we shall begin.

The Doctor fetched a scalpel, and took a kidney dish.

Say goodbye to these Samantha – your new world begins here.

Annette took my hand, I looked into her eyes.

With a quick snip my balls fell into the kidney dish

I felt no pain, only delight that my maleness had now been completely removed.

"I shall put these in a jar of preservation fluid for you for you Annette, a memento, a reward for your hard work if you like. I know someone who can shrink them even further so they will make an attractive pair of earrings.

I shall put in a few sutures Samantha and we shall keep you in for a few days. There is more work to do, you still have a penis though it has shrunk to insignificance, it still has to be removed and we shall have to use the tissue to fashion a somewhat tiny and tight vagina"

"Yes Doctor I am ready"

With this remark I was taken now testicle-less into the ward. I was deliriously happy now and looked forward to my new self. Annette accompanied me to the ward. Again she spent hours stroking my brow.

"See Samantha, it has all been worthwhile, you are about to become a real girl, get some sleep and I shall see you again after the operation. There is no turning back now, you have been emasculated. The pain you have endured has all been worthwhile, as you can now see. Pretty soon you will have a vagina of your own, and the boys will see you as as fuckable as me. We will find you a new role as a fuck slut for all the boys. I have plans for you once you have a cunt of your own, and you will feel fulfilled like you have never felt before, once you get some sperm inside you. Sleep well my girl, for tomorrow you will be in surgery and you will need to gather your strength."

  

Chapter 16: Girlhood for real

A week or so later and I was walking through the exit of the hospital hand in Hand with Annette, Mother waited in her black Merc and we got inside the back. I noticed when I walked I could feel my new vaginal lips rubbing together and the swish of my tights as I walked. I felt really proud to at last be a real girl.

As part of the process of healing, Annette had to insert larger and larger Dildo's into my new vagina in order to increase my size and prepare me for taking the real thing. After a few weeks the process was over and Annette came to me with her Mother,

"Almost time for you to return to school this time as a girl. Said Annette.

"We have decided that we do not wish you to return until we have broken you in a little. So, for this purpose we have procured a young slave to ensure your first fucking is good and hard."

Strange to say, but I had not contemplated this turn of events, and I sat up in bed quickly. I had been thinking about this a little, but I had always seen myself as a lesbian, for I was still required to eat both Annette's and her Mother's pussy each day.

I knew I was to have no choice, so I looked in the mirror – my hair was in a mess, and I wanted to do my make up so I looked my best.

After I had prepared myself I went downstairs and Annette and led me down to the cell. I could hear the sound of Mother's bull whip as she completed the lashes on her slaves back. The light was on.

I looked into the cell and there was a strong young bull fitted with a collar and chain which was attached to the wall. He was fitted with a leather mask which obscured his face, and left him blind, and apart from this he wore nothing but a belt. He was pacing up and down, he was hairy and reminded me of an ape.

"We have fed him with six tablets of Viagra. As you can see he is already a very virile young man, but the effect of such a high dosage, has given him the largest and most rigid hard on I have seen in many a year. He cannot get rid of this hard on, for I have chained his wrists behind his back. I have been feeding him on Viagra for over a week, and satiating his desperation with my whip – he is now as ready as he will ever be."

In the middle of the room was a new table like structure. This had shackles at four corners for my wrists, but there was a V section cut away so that the young bull could have standing access to my new cunt/

I must say that I was very nervous when I was strapped in. His penis was indeed huge, but Annette had been working me up to larger and larger dildo's for some weeks. I felt as ready as I ever would be.

For me chiefly because the young bull was masked, it did not really matter who this young man was, he could have been anyone, he was not allowed to speak, nor could he judging form the way he grunted – no doubt he had been gagged by a pair of panties that I myself knew so well. He was not a man so much as any and all men to my newly emergent female psyche.

"A few more stokes of the whip and then we shall let him have her" suggested Annette.

Mother dealt three more devastating blows.

"Look at that penis – its growing even larger!" Said Annette, with a swoon in her voice.

"Lubricate her!" said Mother.

Annette came to the table where I was prostrate and inserted her fingers into my cunt. I loved this feeling, she worked her fingers in and out, at first gently, then with more and more energy. I began to hump and pant, but she withdrew suddenly.

"Let him at her" said Mother.

The bull was dragged by his collar to the correct position. I could feel his torso between my thighs, he was panting eagerly.

With a single thrust he barged his way into my cunt and for the first time I was full of cock. I was in heaven, but this was no romantic seduction, I was simply being used for his pleasure, he began to thrust more vigorously, the friction in my cunt walls sent signals to my breasts, he simply thrusted and thrusted with no real regard to who I was, he just wanted to use me, regardless of my wishes or desires. Within only a couple of minutes I heard him groan and then I could feel my newly formed cunt fill with sperm – I felt like he was flooding my whole being – at last I knew what this sensation was all about.

As abruptly as he started he withdrew his cock. He began grunting and strutting around the room like he was king cockerel – indeed he was.

I tipped my head up as best I could and I could see copious amounts of white semen running down my leg. For a brief moment I wondered what it would be like for me, if ever I – or should I say my former he, had been given the chance to do this. The thought quickly left my mind though, for now I felt like a complete woman.

Annette came to me and with a lacy hanky wiped the sweat of my brow. She leant down and whispered in my ear.

"DO you wish to know who this is?"

"Only if you wish, Mistress." I responded.

"Well I do, it is Gusset, it is his cock that entered you, he will never know of course, but I want you to know this, I want you to think about his cock every time you see him in the classroom."

Gus was lead away and strapped back to the wall. Clearly his torment was not over. I was led back upstairs and then to the bedroom. Annette and her mother came in and without speaking; they simply parted my legs and began to licking out the sperm. Although I did not wish to offend these ladies, and I loved having my cunt licked by them, especially in unison, a part of me was sad to know that my cunt was not stilled filled with semen. Even so for a brief time I had been used as I should be, for this I was both proud and grateful to all. One thing I did know though, was that I wanted more of the same, I was no lesbian, though my love for Annette would never diminish.

  

Chapter 17: Back to school

Within days I was back to school. My first stop was to Miss Thornton's office, with Annette at my side.

"Annette I can proudly say that I have given you a distinction in your grade for women's studies. You truly are a beacon to the school and your essay on the transformation of Sam will be published in our newsletter for all to read"

"Why, thank you Miss Thornton, this makes me proud! I could never have achieved this without your feminine guidance"

"I have decided to extend these studies, and have elected that each girl should take a subject of her own, and guide them along the same path as Samantha here. Even as we speak the girls are drawing lots. I am now confident that this exercise shall help them all go out of the school and take there place as confident women of the dawning age. Why, even yesterday, Cosmopolitan magazine rang and asked if they could interview the girls. Yesterday I agreed that you could join me on a radio show, explaining the aims and purposes of the school philosophy. It seems our methods are spreading far and wide – this was exactly my purpose, and Annette dear, I want to say you have been a key part of my endeavours.

As for Samantha here, she is now a full girl and needs to learn what this means. Unfortunately she will always be a sub, for this there is no cure now that we have demolished her ego, but we can find use for her as a fuck puppet for the boys.

I propose she spends each lunchtime strapped to the wall outside the gym. Here boys can use her for their own ends. Of course any boy that does so must pay a forfeit, so in order to keep Samantha from continual gang rape, I am putting you in charge. I shall leave you to decide the boy's forfeits, perhaps, I suggest, start with something cheap, because I should like Samantha here to know that she is now in fact a useable cheap slut. Perhaps you might organise a "buy one get one free" promotion to get things started. However, as I have always taught you, let the boys take the bait and then turn the screws.

Annette kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear how delightful this idea was to her.

That is all girls, Annette, you may leave…

Samantha and I have just a little more business here, my panties are getting all juiced, and I need to take out my aggression on something in order to get released!

Once again, well done girls!

END

  

  

  

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