Headmistress' Favorite Sport

Chapter 3

There was no more time for Denise and Susanna to get over their chemically induced bout of incestuous activity as Denise was being sent to school. This was of course part of the plan. Slaves should always feel guilty about something and once their slave training was over, neither would be able to make an independent decision ever again. When their training was over all it would take for them to get it on, would be an order.

The school, "The Kaltenbrunner Academy", had sent out a questionnaire about the future pupils. First the Mistresses and Masters were to supply the school with the exact measurements of the sissies. The same questionnaire asked about what special requests there were regarding the training of the sissies; about what special skills or bodily proportions the sissy in question should have after "graduating". When it was time to start school Mistress Rachel received Denise's uniform for the first day of school. Except calling it a uniform was a bit rich. It consisted of a pair of black stilettos, with seven-inch heels and locking ankle straps, a penis gag, a black, leather blindfold and a collection of straps making up a harness. Denise's hands were placed in mittens squeezing her hand into a cone-like shape. At the end of the cone was a D-ring and this was attached to the broad, black collar she had been equipped with, so that she now held her hands to her neck. Around her arms at the elbows were straps, again with D-rings on. From the collar, front and back, hung a strap going all the way to her groin. Other straps went around her body horizontally, thus holding the two long vertical straps close to her body. Her arms were secured to one of the horizontal straps using the D-ring, so that she now held her arms close to her body. The vertical strap running down her front broadened somewhat at her crotch. The twins took great delight in tucking Denise's genitals back between her legs before connecting the two straps and tightening them for all they were worth. The pressure on Denise's genitals made her scream in pain, which of course only added to the enjoyment of the girls. Finally Denise was blindfolded and gagged and leashed before being led out to the limousine taking them to the school. In the limousine Denise's legs were strapped together before she was made to kneel on the floor. She sat here during the whole ride, which took all day, occasionally being allowed to rest her head on Mistress Rachel's thigh.

Although Denise couldn't see it, it was evening before they arrived at the academy. As she was stood up, her legs were released and she was walked into the school, she could hear the sound of mistresses and masters talking and the sound of many pairs of high heels on the stone floor of the building they had entered. It seemed that everybody was socializing a little before the sissies were properly inducted into the school and she heard many comments about herself and felt more than one pair of hands exploring her body, tweaking her small nipples, fondling her budding breasts and slapping her ass.

She was desperately nervous and had no idea what was going to happen. Neither the twins nor Aunt Rachel had said anything about what was about to happen other than she was going to school. They hadn't mentioned for how long she would be going to school, what she was going to learn or what was expected of her.

Her wait ended as she heard a woman's voice calling out: "Please everyone. Could I have your attention?" As the crowd fell silent, the voice continued: "Thank you. Thank you ladies and gentlemen for choosing The Kaltenbrunner Academy for training your sissies. We will do our very best to live up the tradition of excellence that is The Kaltenbrunner Academy." Polite clapping was heard from the crowd before the voice continued: "I am the headmistress. My name if Mistress Regina von Kaltenbrunner and I am the great granddaughter of the founder of this academy: Herbert von Kaltenbrunner. We have come a long way in the 130 years this academy has existed. When my great grandfather founded the academy in 1874 he had only corsets, crude surgery and severe punishments to turn useless little sissy-shits, like the ones you have brought here today, into perfect little slave-sissies. Corsets and severe punishments are still a vital part of our curriculum, but the surgery is no longer crude and we now have a host of other modern techniques for perfecting your sissies. We are supremely confident that you will be pleased with the result." The clapping was louder this time and lasted a little longer before the Headmistress continued: "Before we have dinner as promised it is time for the worthless sissy-sluts to start. So if you would be so kind as to remove their blindfolds and say whatever goodbyes are needed. Our second-year girls will then collect your sissies and get them started. For those of you who asked; the medical examination is not until tomorrow. But I can assure you that it will be handled by the very best. We have once again employed the services of the renowned Dr. Jacobsen, whose reputation I am sure you are all familiar with."" Appreciative murmurs were heard from the crow right before Denise's blindfold was removed.

She was in a large hall. The floor was black and white marble in a chessboard pattern. The walls, ceiling and the pillars that held up the ceiling were bare stone, creating a very austere and dungeon-like atmosphere. Around her about what looked to be nineteen sissies and their mistresses and masters stood. The Headmistress stood against one wall on a stone dais. She was an extremely severe looking woman who looked to be about forty years old. Her hair was a graying shade of black and was pulled into a tight bun. Adding to her already very severe looks were her glasses, which were horn-rimmed with pointy edges, fifties style. She wore a very tight-fitting business suit made from thick, dark blue leather. The suit accentuated her very shapely body and from below the hem of her skirt, which ended just above the knee, a pair of very shapely legs ran down to her shoes, a pair of dark blue Oxfords with a seven-inch heel made from extremely thin, shiny metal. Under her suit she wore a high-collar white shirt, a large broche with a shiny black stone in the center holding the collar together. On her hands were fine black leather gloves that didn't even reach her wrists. She held a riding crop in her right hand, occasionally striking the palm of her left. She looked like the kind of woman one had better obey, or else. Denise felt a pang of fear mixed with lust course through her body.

As she stood almost transfixed by the Headmistress, a second year sissy came to collect her. Seeing her made Denise feel completely useless and inadequate. She looked Asian, maybe Chinese and she was stunning. Her hair piled high on the head; perfectly coiffed and her skin looked completely smooth and clean. She had clear, dark eyes and her lips were full and invitingly red. She wore a pair of white Oxfords with seven-inch stilettos and her ankles were in steel cuffs, connected by a ten-inch chain. Her waist was compressed by a corset extending from just above her hips to just below her absolutely perfect breasts, which looked to be about size 36DD. It looked like her waist was no more than fifteen inches. She wore a chastity device, and although Denise couldn't really see it she would eventually get acquainted with the type: it consisted of a metal tube into which the cock was inserted. The head of the sissy's cock stuck out of one end, but was further restrained by two small and sharp edged metal bands crossing the head of the cock. At the end of the tube nearest the base of the cock a steel wire was welded to the tube and this wire connected to a cage holding the balls. The cage was a wire-mesh squeezing the scrotum painfully and a lock behind the scrotum pulling the wire-mesh together secured it. There was no way the sissy could get it off without the key. To the tip of her chastity device a wire was fixed and this was pulled between Suzy's legs and secured to the back of her corset, thus providing her with a smooth crotch. Around her neck was a broad, white leather collar from which a nametag hung. It read: "Suzy". Her hands were left free. As she came up to Mistress Rachel and Master Tony she knelt down, managing to do so very elegantly in spite of the chain, and kissed their shoes. After she had kissed their shoes she remained kneeling before them, waiting for their permission to rise. Rachel and Tony exchanged an approving glance before Rachel commanded her to rise. Denise was by now both envious and intimidated. Surely they didn't expect her to be able to perform so perfectly and to look so beautiful? But they certainly did: "Now, you silly bitch, I expect you to become the most perfect little slave-sissy. The Headmistress will report all transgressions back the owners and once you are finished with the first year and all the punishments the she has subjected you to, you'll get punished by us once you come home for the summer." Rachel finished her little speech by lifting up Denise's chin and looking her sternly in the eyes. Master Tony said goodbye by leaning in close and kissing Denise's chin gently and slowly. As Denise enjoyed this, he grabbed her sensitive nipples and twisted them viciously. Denise cried out with pain, but it turned no heads among the people gathered in the hall. Most were doing similar things to their sissies. A nod from Mistress Rachel to Suzy, the sissy-slave, ended the goodbye and Suzy took Denise's leash and led her out of the hall, joining the other sissies going the same way.

As the mistresses and master were escorted to a small banquet, the sissies were also given something to eat. They were led into a corridor and down a long winding staircase. It was very difficult walking down unfamiliar staircases in high heels, tied up and dragged along but they had no choice. Once in the basement they were led into a strange sort of dining room. They were lined up with a handler each waiting their turn. When it was their turn they were made to kneel in front of a large dildo protruding from the wall. Their gag was removed and as their mouth was pushed onto the dildo they were admonished not to spill. No one dared, as overseeing the operation was a most severe looking mistress. She was dressed just like the Headmistress; it seemed to be the uniform of the teachers. But whereas the Headmistress had been a been a tall, slim woman of about six feet when standing flatfooted, this one was huge in every way. Even without the seven-inch heels of her Oxfords she must have been at least 6'8" and she towered over everyone around her. And she was large in other ways as well, muscular going on outright fat. She had hair so blonde it was almost white and set in a Princess Leia-like haircut. On other people one might have thought it cute or funny, but here it underlined the severity of the mistress. She had a nametag on her left breast and it said " Elke Hoffmeyer". It sat right above what Denise surmised was the school crest. The crest was two crossed riding crops. In the four fields created by the crossed riding crops were the following items: a bullwhip, a pair of handcuffs, a corset and a pair of high-heeled shoes. As her head was pushed on to the feeding dildo and she strained to swallow everything the dildo spewed into her mouth, Denise began to think that coming here might not be the great and exiting adventure she had imagined it would be. As she was stood up after the feeding, re-gagged and put to wait together with her handler, she could see the other sissies casting nervous glances at Mistress Hoffmeyer. Their faces also betrayed misgivings about the whole thing. But it was too late now. Denise could see no way out of this.

When the feeding was done they were all escorted to a room, which looked like to morgues you see on TV. It was covered in white tile and brightly lit. Taking up the back wall were little stainless steel doors. There were three tiers of doors and in each tier were eight doors and on each door was a nametag. Denise found her name on the second tier, third door from the right. On the left wall was coat rack also equipped with nametags. On the coat rack hung what looked like small leather sleeping bags. Denise could see that she wasn't the only one wondering what was going to happen. Her thoughts were interrupted by Mistress Hoffmeyer who had just closed the door behind them: "Listen up, you worthless little sissy shits! This will be your sleeping quarters at school for the next two years." Her voices boomed across the room and Denise noticed that even her handler Suzy cringed at the sound of her voice as she went on: "You are the most disgusting little sluts I have ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on, but I promise you that once we are through with you, you will at least be well trained and behaved if not exactly valuable. You must understand that you are the lowest creatures on the planet and that everyone is better than you." Having delivered what was obviously a standard speech to scare the new sissies, she seemed to relax a little. The speech had obviously worked. Denise could see that she wasn't the only one who had been scared badly by the speech. A small black sissy, who looked absolutely adorable with huge, round eyes and very fine features all around, was actually crying.

Mistress Hoffmeyer issued an order: "Sluts: get the useless newcomers tucked in. They are seeing the doctor tomorrow, so they'll need all the rest they can get." She chuckled a little as she said this. Denise's handler got busy preparing her for the night. First she positioned Denise as close to her door as she could. Then she strapped Denise's legs together at the knees and ankles. From the wall she got Denise's sleeping bag, for that was indeed what it was. It was a bag made from thick, black leather and it encased Denise from her ankles to just below her chin. First it was zipped up the front and then it was tightened with a mass of straps and buckles on the front. Once Denise was wrapped up Suzy opened the door and slid out the shelf Denise would be lying on out. The space in the locker was even smaller than Denise had imagined. If she would be able to move around once the door was closed, which Denise very much doubted, there wouldn't even be room enough for her to raise her head. Denise saw that the pretty black sissy she had seen crying was now crying almost hysterically. Returning her attention to what was about to happen to her, Denise saw that on the shelf Suzy had pulled out lay a helmet of sorts. From the helmet went a thick bunch of wires going underneath the shelf to an electronics box of some kind. Suzy got Denise, who was in no position to help, up on the shelf by using a small crane-like arrangement hanging from the ceiling. Using this she positioned Denise on the shelf with her feet pointing into the locker. Before removing Denise's gag so that she could get the helmet on, Suzy looked Denise in the eye and laid her finger across her lips, signaling that talking would be a bad idea. Denise nodded and kept quiet as her gag was removed. Just before her helmet went on she heard someone else speaking. It seemed to be the frightened sissy who had cried before: "Please don't put me in there. Please..." Her words became screams as Mistress Hoffmeyer descended on her and began whipping her: "You useless whore! Worthless little slut! How dare you speak without permission?" She abused the little sissy verbally as she whipped her bound form mercilessly. The sleeping bag may have softened the blow a great deal, but Mistress Hoffmeyer compensated by really leaning in to the blows. When the helmet was pulled over Denise's eyes and the world went dark and the sounds softened, she could still hear the blows falling. The helmet fit her head very snugly and Suzy had to force it on. When it was on Denise's mouth was uncovered, but that was fixed by the built-in gag, which was fixed to a flap hanging down the side. It filled her mouth completely and just for good measure it was pumped up until Denise thought that her jaw would be ripped off. Finally a strap going under her chin held the helmet in place, more in way of redundancy than necessity. The finishing touch was straps securing her to the shelf. A strap even held her head down and Denise was now unable to move on her own as she felt the shelf sliding her into her tomb-like locker and she felt the steel door slamming shut.

As the door shut the helmet started up. It was a more advanced version of earphones Denise had worn at home and soon she heard voices admonishing her to be a good little sissy-slave, voices instructing her that she was the lowest scum in the world, voices informing her of her uselessness as a slave. The words were occasionally accompanied by blurry and swirling images inside the helmet and soon Denise was completely mesmerizes by the display. She fell asleep listening to the voices, feeling the need to prove that she was indeed a good little slave.

Denise was awoken the next morning by loud noises and blinking white light. After a minute she remembered where she was, but her heart was still pounding from the shock as she felt the shelf sliding out and her hood was removed. Suzy was once again looking down on her and this time she immediately gave Denise her breakfast, a tube full of some foul tasting glop, which was squeezed into her mouth so quickly that she was out of breath once she had been fed. As soon as she had swallowed the last bite, Suzy gagged her before lifting her off the shelf and onto the floor. Here she removed the sleeping bag and Denise shivered as the cold air once again touched her skin. She felt dazed and confused as if she was still dreaming. Although she was not bright enough to realize it, Denise was feeling the aftershock from the brainwashing session she had been subjected to during the night. To Mistress Hoffmeyer, who once again oversaw the newly arrived sissies, this was always an amusing sight seeing the little bimbos stumbling around in a daze. They would be put through the brainwashing sessions every night during their two-year stay in the school, but she had yet to have bimbo who was able to put two and two together and figure out what really happened to them during the night. Their confused state in the mornings made them write the whole thing off as a bad dream and by the time they got their tiny wits about them, they had forgot about the whole thing. As for the sissies who helped them in the morning, and who were of course put through the same treatment, they invariably thought that the daze and confusion they saw in the sissies they woke up was because they were less experienced and therefore more affected by the confinement of the tiny cells.

Now it was time to get the new students to the doctor. Their handlers led them to a waiting room and left them alone. A few minutes after they had been deposited in the room a man wearing doctor's whites stuck his head out of a door at the other end of the room. He called out a name: "Cindy!" It turned out to be the small black sissy who had cried yesterday. She still looked dazed and confused as she responded and went through the door. A long time went by before Cindy joined them and when she did join them, she was completely dissolved in tears and emitting a stream of small screams behind her gag. She looked at the doctor pushing her back into the room with absolute terror. He, however, paid no notice and called out the next name. Cindy's attire had changed a little. She still wore the same shoes and her hands were still in the same mittens, which were secured to her collar, but her harness had been removed. Instead both her cock and her balls had been put into an impossibly small, black rubber pouch, which now sat in her groin and looked like a small, black baseball about to burst. Protruding from Cindy's ass the hilt of a very large butt-plug could be seen. A small trickle of a whitish liquid mixed with blood ran down the inside of her right leg.

The waiting room was not very big and the sissies practically rubbed against each other's bodies as they stood waiting, but still they all kept a distance to Cindy, who only very slowly seemed to calm down a little. Denise thought that it was probably because Cindy was a little high-strung that she reacted the way that she did. That is until the next unfortunate sissy was pushed back into the room in exactly the same state. This sissy was a brunette with delicate white skin and she too was crying hysterically and shying away from the doctor. She had also had a change of clothes and was bleeding from the ass.

So when the doctor called out the next name there was some hesitation. No one wanted too come forward considering what had happened to the ones who had gone before. The doctor waited for a small beat and then said: "If Yvonne doesn't step forward this instant I will not only make sure that you are all punished for this, I will also insure that Yvonne will suffer like no other once she does come forward." That decided it. The sissies knew that they couldn't possibly win and rather than face even more severe punishment, Yvonne stepped forward. She was a fragile looking girly-boy, not quite as sissified as the others, with platinum blonde hair and very large frightened blue eyes.

When Yvonne returned she was just as devastated as the other two had been and the mood in the room took one step closer to hysteria. When it was finally Denise's turn she was one of out of the three in the room who were not crying, and there were twenty sissies in the room. As Denise walked through the door she saw that is was very thick and probably soundproof, which explained why she hadn't heard any screams. The doctor had a nametag reading "Dr. Jacobsen" and in the room were also two nurses, if you could call them that. They looked a lot like slaves and Denise thought that they probably were, considering their frightened looks whenever the doctor looked in their direction or spoke to them. They both wore tiny nurse's uniforms made from tight, white rubber and they both wore the highest platform shoe Denise had ever seen. But what really, and literally, stuck out about the nurses were their tits. Their tits were enormous, at least size 96 DD. Denise had never seen tits like that before, but she didn't have much time to think about it as Dr. Jacobsen began undressing her. He removed only her harness before pushing her into a gynecologist's chair, strapping her legs into the stirrups. Denise was briefly relieved as her genitals were let free for the first time in twenty-four hours. The relief was short-lived as the doctor strapped her upper body to the chair and began his examination. First he removed her gag and examined her mouth, dictating his findings to one of the nurses. Then he subjected her to an eye- and then an ear-examination. From there he moved down her body, feeling and probing her rather roughly. Then it began to get painful. The doctor took two large syringes and injected their content into Denise's tits. The injection was painful in itself, but afterwards her tits began to feel hypersensitive and they also felt like they were swelling noticeably. While Denise concentrated on the pain in her tits, the doctor had donned rubber gloves and he now administered a number of extremely painful enemas to Denise. The enemas Denise had received at home had been unpleasant, but these were pure torture. Denise could see her stomach distending and still the doctor kept pumping. Her screams only seemed to entice him further. After the fifth enema Denise didn't think she could take anymore, but of course the doctor had no plans of letting her off easy. He lubed up his rubber gloves and began examining her ass. Only the "examination" bit seemed like an excuse to fist her. Because fisting her is exactly what he did. In seconds he had most of his underarm up her ass and Denise could see the hand moving around inside her. Denise's hysterical screaming only egged him on and he signaled to one of the nurses who quickly dropped to her knees in front of him, took out his erect member and began blowing him. He kept up the fisting until he came, and it took a long time before he did. After all it was late in the day and there had been seventeen other sissies strapped into the same chair before her, so Denise could hardly hope for the doctor to cum quickly. Denise was on the verge of collapse when the doctor finally came and withdrew his hand not long after. Denise now fully understood why the others had been so hysterical. Another minute with the doctor would surely drive her mad with fear and pain. He wasn't finished with that part of her anatomy, as he pushed a huge butt plug up her ass.

And the doctor wasn't through with her yet. She realized this as he approached holding two more syringes. They were somewhat smaller than the jumbo shots she had received in her tits were, but they were enough to make Denise cry hysterically. There proved to be plenty to fear as Dr. Jacobsen began fondling her balls. While he did this one of the nurses put a piece of plastic over Denise's chest. As soon as the plastic was in place the doctor took one syringe and injected its contents into Denise's right testicle. He inserted the needle exquisite slowness to make sure that he caused the maximum amount of pain possible. Denise's crotch exploded with the worst pain she had ever experienced. Her scream stuck in her throat, the pain was so bad and after a short while she threw up from it, thus explaining the need for plastic on her chest. As he took her left testicle and the second syringe, she broke down in a fit of hysterical crying. It of course did nothing to help her as the evil doctor stuck the syringe in he other testicle and the process repeated itself. Afterwards Denise lay completely limp as he took her cock and bruised testicles and sealed them inside an impossibly small rubber pouch, squeezing them intolerably. After that he released her and stood her up. He stood very close to her and seizing her imprisoned genitals in his right hand he looked straight into the eyes of the terrified sissy and said: "I'll see you again tomorrow." He punctuated the words by squeezing her genitals hard, sending Denise into a bout of hysterical crying just as it had with the others. The examination was over and as he pushed the terrified sissy out into the waiting room with the others Denise looked just as hysterical as Cindy had had after her examination.

When the last sissy had been examined Mistress Hoffmeyer opened the other door to the waiting room and yelled: "Get moving you useless shits! You worthless sluts are going to be tucked in and you had better get a move before I send you back to the doctor for an extra check-up." As expected this got the girls moving in a hurry. With Mistress Hoffmeyer leading the way they were marched back to their lockers. A number of second-year girls stood ready and soon Denise was sealed inside her helmet and sleeping bag. The brainwashing program brought a pleasant numbness to her body as she sunk into sleep.

The next day she was again rudely awoken, but as her helmet was removed she was that she was the only one being taken out of her locker. In answer to her unspoken question the sissy helping her, whom she had never seen before, said: "You are being taken one by one to the doctor." Mention of the doctor brought made Denise start with fear. The other girl saw it and said. "Don't worry. You'll be sedated today as he fixes your voice and removes your Adams apple." Denise calmed down a bit but she still wasn't looking forward to meeting the doctor as she was being led to him. The other sissy had been right. One of the nurses injected something into her arm the minute she stepped into the room and with ten seconds her legs buckled under her and the world went dark as she collapsed into the arms of the nurses.

She was awoken the same way she had been the other days, by loud noises and bright lights inside her helmet. She had been kept unconscious for three days while the most critical healing went on. Now it was time to start school in earnest. She no longer wore a collar, but there was something around her neck. Looking at the others she figured that it was a bandage like the one the others had. As she was released from her sleeping bag she saw that she was now unbound and ungagged. All she wore, besides the bandage, was a pair of Oxfords with seven-inch heels. Mistress Hoffmeyer spoke as the sissies were assembled: "Your Adams apples have been removed and your vocal cords have been operated to give you more feminine voices. This means that for the next two weeks you will be unable to make any sound. Do not try to make noise as you risk damaging your new vocal cords. Its time to start school now, you useless little sluts. Follow me." The twenty sissies followed her out of the basement and into what turned out to be a classroom of sorts. There was a table and a chair for the mistress or master who would be teaching the lesson and in front of this table, arranged in a horseshoe formation were twenty stools for the students. The stools were quite special. They were bolted to the floor and under the seat was a box containing various electronic devices. Protruding from the seats were some very long and very wide metal dildos. Denise swallowed involuntarily as she saw the stools. Mistress Hoffmeyer issued another command. Go to the cupboard on the left and fetch your dildo-poles." After some confusion as too what cupboard Mistress Hoffmeyer was referring to, the poles were found and distributed. The poles were about four feet high, about two inches in diameter and mounted on one end was a large and very lifelike dildo. Each sissy had her own pole and the dildos were clearly not the same. Denise recognized Master Tony's beautiful cock and noted with some satisfaction that only a few others had dildos that were bigger than Master Tony's likeness. The one who clearly had the largest dildo was Cindy. It was absolutely huge and you could see that she recognized its shape. Her face had a secret little smile as she took the pole. "Enough time wasted, useless little sissy-sluts!" Mistress Hoffmeyer shouted, "Find your place and mount the pole in the in front of your stool. Then sit down." Denise quickly found her seat and mounted the pole in its designated hole, but the thought of sitting down on a huge metal dildo that was not lubricated made her stop in her tracks. She noticed that all the others had stopped cold at the prospect of sitting down on the huge dildo mounted in front of them. The hesitation sent Mistress Hoffmeyer into a screaming fit if rage. After listening to Mistress Hoffmeyer for a few seconds Denise decided that she didn't want to be punished and started to ease herself down on the metal shaft mounted on the seat. Except there was no easing it into her ass. It hurt the whole way in and when Denise sat down she was feeling completely full and out of breath, wanting to moan in pain but having no voice with which to do so. When everybody was sitting down Mistress Hoffmeyer instructed them in how to put on the rest of what she referred to as the "teaching kit": First they were to secured their feet in the stocks mounted on the stool. Then a strap from the back of the stool held them down. There was a small metal pouch in which their balls were placed. Once inside the pouch it squeezed shut so that they couldn't get them out unless a signal was given by the mistress or master in charge. The same applied to all their restraints; once they had put them on only the one teaching the class could set them free. The final item was a sheath for their cocks. To put it on properly Mistress Hoffmeyer ordered them to masturbate until hard and then insert their erect member into the sheath, which was the secured by a wire coming from underneath the stool. They now sat locked to their stools, all squirming slightly from the manipulations of the cock-sheath, which pulsated gently, keeping them hard.

"Well I suppose I should say a few words of introduction, since this is your first lesson." Mistress Hoffmeyer said, "Unless you are specifically instructed otherwise this is the were your lessons will be conducted. And unless instructed otherwise this is how I expect to find you at the start of every day, strapped in and ready to go. You will go here every morning after you are released from your nightly bindings and have eaten your breakfast, which you will learn how the eat tomorrow. You are all silent now making it easy, but when your voices return, remember that there is to be no talking unless you are ordered to speak. This means no small talk! Ever!" Denise found this both shocking and disappointing. She had hoped too hear how the others had gotten here. Mistress Hoffmeyer continued: "In this room when you are being punished, and you will be for the slightest error or mistake, it is done like this." She pressed a button and a very painful electric shock was administered from their dildos, testicle pouches and the sheaths holding their members. The twenty sissies all screamed silently, their arms flaying uselessly as the tried to escape the pain. When Mistress Hoffmeyer released the button they all sagged on their stool more than a few crying silently. Mistress Hoffmeyer wasn't finished however: "And when you are to be rewarded it will happen like this." She pushed another button and suddenly the sheath around their cocks came alive, pulsating in an extremely pleasurable fashion. In a matter of minutes it drove Denise over the edge and she came like a cannon, rocking as much as the dildo would allow, holding her head as she silently screamed with pleasure. The sheath had a little opening and her load shot out on the floor. The final words of introduction from Mistress Hoffmeyer were: "Some of you will undoubtedly think of escape during the first few weeks of your stay here. Forget about it. The place is impossible to escape from. If you should try, you will be caught. And believe me when I say that you will then find out that I am a nice lady compared to the Headmistress." Denise shivered as she imagined the cold and severe face of Headmistress von Kaltenbrunner as she had seen it the night she had arrived. She had no trouble believing Mistress Hoffmeyer.

Mistress Hoffmeyer smiled overbearingly at the sissies now all with little post orgasmic smiles on their faces. It was part of her job to give the little bitches as many orgasms as possible, at least ten a day, in their first few months at the school. The strategy behind this seemingly lax attitude was diabolical. Nobody at the academy thought that slaves should be allowed to cum frivolously and certainly not without their owner's approval. In fact keeping a slave in a chastity device was in many ways the best option for controlling a slave while punishing him or her. But the key word in chastity devices is "denial". Denying the little bitches orgasms would work much more powerfully if they had first been made hopelessly addicted to sex. When the students were fitted with their chastity devices they all required sanitary napkins so as not to draw slime trails across the floor, their overexcited little, imprisoned cocks dripping pre-cum all the time. Holding out the prospect of an orgasm as a reward for that kind of slave insured her enthusiastic cooperation. Besides all the orgasms increased the enthusiasm in the sex training.

Mistress Hoffmeyer proceeded to instruct her student slaves in the next drill: "The cock mounted in front of you is lifelike in more than one respect. It has sensors that can feel how well you are performing and once it is deemed that you have performed well enough it will shoot its load into your mouth. It goes without saying that spilled jism is punished most severely. You will now all take the handcuffs lying under your stool and cuff yourself behind your backs. Then you will lean forward and give your Master's cock the best blowjob you know how. When you have swallowed the first one I will give you instructions and the lesson will continue. A rule: once your lips have touched the cock they may not leave it until you have brought it to orgasm. If you should pull back before the cock has shot its load, your stool will automatically punish you. Begin your blowjobs, you worthless sissy-sluts." Denise, like the rest of the girls began giving head to their respective dildos once they had cuffed their hands behind their backs. Mistress Hoffmeyer watched them closely as they did it. It was quite clear that a couple of the students were ahead of the rest. There was Denise and a Hispanic looking sissy named Conchita who both made up for lack of technique by pure enthusiasm. Mistress Hoffmeyer was certain that both bitches would find satisfied owners. But there was one who stood out. Cindy, the little black sissy who had scared so easily, had clearly come to the school not because her owner had ordered her here. No it was quite clear that she had volunteered after her master had asked if she would consider going because it meant a lot to him. It was clearly evident from the way in which she sucked the cock. Her technique was quite good and so was her work effort, but what really stood out was her passion. She clearly loved the owner of the cock from which the model had been made. She was devoted to him and would do anything for him. Hoffmeyer thought it very sweet. And very stupid. She knew her master very well. His name was Rick and he was a man of quite special tastes. He was an absolutely huge black man, a body builder of almost seven feet. Usually he excelled in capturing fellow body builders and turning them into super muscular, super feminine and completely docile fucktoys. To Hoffmeyer's knowledge this had to be the first time he had captured a more "natural" sissy, one who had obviously gone with him of her own free will. Yesterday it had been quite clear that although she, like all the sissies that came to the academy, had some experience with bondage; she was clearly unprepared for what was about to happen to her. Furthermore Hoffmeyer had heard from Dr. Jacobsen that Rick had delivered yet another of his body builders to his clinic for feminization. Whatever it meant, it was trouble for Cindy. There could be little doubt that she was in for a life of slavery that she had clearly not volunteered for. Hoffmeyer's smile broadened as she made a mental note to call Rick and ask him about his plans for the bitch.

The useless little bitches had finished their first blowjob on their mechanical friends. Some sat waiting anxiously for critique, while others, like Cindy, sat smiling. Two sissies had been lousy enough to let go of the cock after the blowjob had begun and had therefore been punished. The rest had performed OK, so in keeping with the desire to make the sissies sex-addicts Mistress Hoffmeyer pressed a button and instantly all twenty began to writhe soundlessly as their sheaths drove them towards orgasm. When they had all cum, Mistress Hoffmeyer gave some instructions on how to perform better and the girls were at it again. And so it went the whole day, blowjob after blowjob, orgasm after orgasm. The girls were of course unaware that the artificial cum they swallowed contained high doses of hormones. It was a practical way of filling them up with the medication required for growing them proper tits and filling out their asses in the desired manner. After countless orgasms, both for their imaginary master and themselves, the girls were exhausted. None of them had tried to give blowjobs almost nonstop for a whole day. Denise's jaw felt numb and ready to dislocate and her tongue felt raw and overworked.

At the end of the day Mistress Hoffmeyer was quite horny herself and decided on who would give her relief. Her choice was of course Cindy. She went over to the girl and removed the pole in front of her, taking the position herself instead. With a quick move she loosened her belt and dropped her skirt and panties on the floor revealing that she was in fact a shemale, like themselves. Mistress Hoffmeyer had fat, white thighs and a big, blonde bush. Her cock was quite large and very pale. Released from its clothing it was standing straight out, pointing right at Cindy's face. "Suck it slave." The order from Mistress Hoffmeyer as quite clear but Cindy hesitated as if she had never expected to suck any other cock than her master's. It was as Hoffmeyer suspected: Cindy had never agreed to this. Since she didn't obey a direct order Mistress Hoffmeyer took great pleasure in punishing her. She pushed the button controlling only Cindy's stool and the sweet little sissy thrashed and tried to scream as the current ripped through her. She didn't hesitate the next time the order was given, but rather sucked Mistress Hoffmeyer's cock with great energy, if not exactly as lovingly as she had her master's likeness. This was the point on which Mistress Hoffmeyer pounced: "You worthless little shit! Do I deserve a blowjob that is any less passionate than that given to the rubber likeness of your master?" She underlined this question by giving Cindy a very long shock, leaving her thrashing and jerking. When she had recovered a little Mistress Hoffmeyer asked the same question again. This time Cindy shook her head vigorously in denial. "That's right, you stupid wannabe cunt!" Mistress Hoffmeyer said. Turning to address all the sissies she said: "Get it into your stupid little heads: You are the lowest slave-shits on the face of the planet! You OWE everybody else respect and servitude for allowing you to breathe the same air as the rest of us. That also means giving yourself 100% every time, in everything you are ordered to do." Turning to Cindy again, Hoffmeyer could see that her situation was finally sinking in. Tears were rolling down her face as she realized that she was just another slave. That her beloved master had sent her away to be turned into a common slave-slut, s slave-whore. As Mistress Hoffmeyer ordered Cindy to repeat the blowjob, only better, she thought that breaking Cindy was great fun, if a little too easy.

This time Cindy was able to perform to Mistress Hoffmeyer's satisfaction and to end the day she gave them one more orgasm before releasing them. The last job of the day was to clean up their mess. Each had made a puddle of cum on the floor in front of them. It was now cold and half-congealed, but there was no way around it; they had to lick it up, every last drop. Then they were led off to their lockers and tucked in for the night.