Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

I had been observing her, and many others, for quite a while. I first noticed her whilst having a drink at the city bar where she had worked for a time. Although short, she was grossly overweight but with a strangely pretty, even attractive, face. But for the fat she would have been extremely attractive.

At twenty four years of age she had not had a date for years, and never had a steady relationship beyond that of a high school friendship with a boy who had a serious case of acne. Unfortunately for her, he grew out of it, whilst she grew fatter. Her weight affected her health. The medics warned that she faced severe heart strain if she didn’t lose weight soon. The alternative was drastic gastric surgery which would alter her lifestyle permanently.

She was very depressed, nearly suicidal, particularly after her widowed mother passed away suddenly. She lived alone in a small apartment and now worked behind a desk in a large office block belonging to the hotel chain which owned the bar at which she previously worked. Her office had a mainly female work force. Many of her prettier colleagues shunned her, some even made spiteful remarks about her behind her back, or sniggered whenever she passed by them. She was lonely and desperate.

Victoria was therefore an ideal candidate for the Chastity-Guard Mk III, one of many devices I used. She would be given the option of volunteering for my Program. In fact, she would be a perfect candidate.

The Chastity-Guard series was developed in the thirty-first century as the result of the work of an eccentric particle physicist who had an interest in creating new materials. Its development was a quantum leap in materials-science even in the fourth millennium. Lightweight and flexible, virtually indestructible, it can be formed, or ‘grown’ into whatever shape is required. Other advances in medical science allow it to be bonded to human skin or flesh by the insertion of microscopic implants to which the material is attached by molecular attraction. A particular advantage is that the implants can be switched on or off allowing easy removal of the material when necessary. Its porous structure allows whatever it covers to ‘breathe’ naturally yet nothing can cross in the other direction. Consequently it is used for most bionic purposes as an ideal skin replacement.

These developments led directly to the invention of a series of female chastity devices. Older chastity belts had been heavy and cumbersome, requiring elaborate locking mechanisms, which were difficult to maintain or to wear for long periods.

Thirty-first century females are generally averse to being controlled by men, and besides, most are vain and beautiful because of tremendous strides in medical science and body modification. The few vulnerable females that exist in 3039 are protected from exploitation by strict laws. Twenty-first century females, on the other hand, are in plentiful supply, and are quite easily exploited.

To a privileged few of us in 3039, dimensional travel gives access to windows in time. I especially like the early years of the third millennium – my favourite time other than my own. I had studied that period at multiversity for my doctorate and found it intriguing. I learned the almost universal language of that age, which was English.

Some of that period’s women are the subjects of my project - the Chastity Control Project. I find it immensely sexually fulfilling to be able to control them in intimate ways.

Right now I’m operating the project mainly in the year 2009. It’s easier that way. To time-hop effectively, access is required to one of an infinite number of dimensions which exist in parallel with our own. Dimensions have diverse attributes. The universe we occupy, for example, has the attributes of space-time, matter and energy. Some dimensions have quite different and bizarre attributes.

One dimension is especially useful to me. Uniquely it exists at a single point, infinitesimally small, yet paradoxically it touches every point in the space-time continuum of our universe.

In that dimension time and space do not exist as we know them. On entry to it great care has to be taken to prepare the exit point in advance, as one could end up in some very unfavourable environments or situations. That is why I usually stick to one time frame. Various stratagems have been developed to make best use of time portals.

That’s enough on technicalities. I don’t really understand them any more than you might understand the workings of your primitive plasma TV, so I’ll cut to the chase. It works, that’s all that really matters.

I intended Victoria to become one my project’s newest members.

In this instance the dimensional portal I have provides me with entry to 2009 at any place I choose on the planet. I can observe Victoria’s movements; have access to her apartment while she is at work and her office building at night, as well as anywhere else she frequents. As usual when recruiting a new participant, I install tiny molecular high definition 3-D surveillance devices which allow me to know all my subject’s movements and habits in great detail.

I soon discovered that she was highly sexed – an essential trait for my purposes - and had no outlet other than masturbation. She possessed several sex toys which she used frequently to give herself pleasure as she lay on her bed alone night after night. She was desperate for a man, and a man who would take control of her life. She was also near penniless and vulnerable.

Every Friday on her way home, Victoria stopped for coffee at a small café on the street corner close to where she lives. She always sat alone at the same window table, unless it was occupied. That’s where I planned to first meet and talk to her and where I decided I would sit before she arrived. Being quite a bit older than her and with greying hair, I know that many young women, unless they are frustrated and lonely are not interested in significantly older men. I saw her crossing the street and entering, exactly on time. She glanced in my direction disappointingly seeing her table occupied. With uncertainly she looked around for a vacant one, but then she saw me rise from my chair and with a look of relief turned towards me. I waited for her to approach, but didn’t move. She stopped, disconcerted. I smiled at her.

‘I’m sorry’, I said, ‘I had thought to leave, but checking my watch I realise it’s earlier that I thought so I’m going to have another coffee. I’d be pleased if you’ll join me, I’d like some female company and a pretty face, at that’.

Victoria hesitated, but smiled. It wasn’t often that a man spoke let alone complimented her, even if he was a lot older.

Without giving her time to make up her mind, I put out my arm to guide her not insubstantial frame towards the chair next to mine. She sat, and so did I. The waitress came and I ordered coffee for us both.

After some small talk about the weather, and the busy traffic, I asked her to tell me a little about herself, although I knew all about her already. She told me her name was Victoria, but that everyone called her ‘Vicky’ for short. I asked if she had another name, which she said was ‘Claire’. I told her that I liked both her names, but that Victoria was my favourite, much preferring it to ‘Vicky’ and that is what I would like to call her, if she didn’t mind.

She then told me what she did for a living having first worked behind a bar after university, before moving into middle management doing dreary paper work for a large hotel, pub, and restaurant chain. She hated it.

It was clear she was depressed and unhappy and wanted to talk. Before long she was almost sobbing her heart to me. I had her entire life story. As she saw it, she had no future. Her obesity had ruined any hopes of a meaningful relationship.

I gently told her that things could very well change if she had the right attitude and was prepared to take chances.

‘I’d do anything’, she wailed, head in hands.

‘Don’t cry’, I said, tentatively taking her hand in mine. She didn’t withdraw it.

‘There… cheer up’, continued, patting her hand with my other, ‘I might be able to help you. I work for a company which is pioneering medical research and development. Our researchers recently made some huge breakthroughs in obesity and body modification without resorting to surgery, dieting or drugs. It could be just what you need’.

She immediately brightened up, ‘Really?’

‘I don’t want to raise your hopes too much’, I went on, ‘but our work is experimental, highly selective and very expensive, but it has achieved some amazing results. The Company occasionally recruits a small number of volunteers for its development and experimental Programs. In certain circumstances it’s possible that you could be considered, but you would have to be willing to make a major commitment over a number of years, or even longer. If I speak to the right person, I may be able to get you into our latest Program. It could revolutionise your life.’

‘I really would do anything… anything!’ she said.

‘If you are truly serious about it then meet me at my office at 10 a.m. tomorrow, but don’t be late. I don’t usually work on a Saturday.  Be prepared to stay for several hours if I have good news’.

I handed her my business card, got up, and stretched out my hand to shake hers. She took it at once, holding it tightly in her fat sweaty little hand for a moment.

‘Then I look forward to seeing you in the morning, Victoria. Bye.’

I waved to her as I passed the window of the café.

Victoria arrived early at the building. It was locked. Dejectedly she stood and waited but brightened up when I arrived at the stroke of ten. I let us in and took her in the lift to my small third floor office, where I had set up the dimensional portal ready for my latest potential recruit.

‘Please sit down, Victoria’, I said in a serious tone, indicating the chair beside my desk. ‘I’ve spoken to our Managing Director and he has expressed his willingness to consider your application to join. He was a little reluctant, as you are somewhat younger than our usual participants. Moreover, normally we ask for a substantial financial deposit as a guarantee that a recruit will stick with the Program for its entire duration. We stand to lose a lot if people drop out. Her face fell on hearing this. It was no surprise to me as I knew she had no savings.

‘However’, I continued, ‘I’m pleased to say that we may be prepared to waive that requirement, if you will sign the appropriate consents and assignments agreeing to all our special terms and conditions which have to insist on in your circumstances. I’ve taken the liberty of having my secretary work late last night to prepare the papers as a special favour for me.’

Victoria looked visibly happier.

‘I must warn you that membership of the Program is a long term commitment and you must be prepared to assign a significant amount of control of your life to the Company, and to myself, as I will be your direct Supervisor. It will be for at least ten years, probably quite a lot longer. It needs to be taken seriously and given a lot of thought.’

‘Oh yes, I’ll sign, anything, no problem with that’, she answered immediately, ‘if your program can really help.

‘It wouldn’t be fair for us to ask you to agree to such a serious undertaking without giving you some idea of how you will benefit as a result’, I explained.

‘So I’m now going to take you to the facility where you will be shown what changes are possible in your case’.

I led her to the portal which was set up in the doorway of the adjoining office. I opened the door and we strolled through into dimensional non-space. It’s difficult to explain what I mean by that, but believe me its hard to get your head around the concept, even if you’ve experienced it.

There was nothing to see but white light, even the doorway had disappeared. Victoria had a puzzled expression. Something was very different after walking through that doorway.

Before she could react further or begin to worry about it, I continued,

‘This is where we conduct our experiments and perform our modifications on our recruits. It’s a completely sterile environment. Your eyes will adjust to the light presently and you will be able to see a few things a little more clearly. Don’t be concerned if things are strange, they have to be that way. You are very safe here’.

Pointing to a circle of blue light which had appeared on the floor immediately in front of her I said,

‘Please stand within that circle, and remain perfectly still’. She stepped forward into the circle obediently.

I walked ahead of her and activated the physiological and mental analysis unit in my pocket. It would examine every elementary particle of Victoria’s flabby frame. Then I brought a large 3-D display into play with a flourish of my left arm. Life-size images and figures would appear in three-dimension as if they existed in reality. Into view in the display walked a truly life-like figure of the naked obese Victoria and beside her scrolled a mass of data, headed with her name and other details –

Subject: Victoria Xxxxxxxx

Date of Birth & Age: Xxxx 1985 Age: 24

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Language: English

Height: five feet exactly

Weight: 252 pounds

Body Mass Index: 39

Eye colour: dark brown

Hair colour: naturally dark brown, but dyed.

       Status: morbidly obese

       Function: right-handed

Education: university arts graduate; unimpressive degree classification

       Occupations: junior managerial, formerly with some bar experience.

       Application: gives of her best

Psychological state: low self-esteem, depression

There followed further details of her sad physiological and mental state, with its consequent and likely future effects on her physical health. I left it on only long enough for some of the salient points to register in Victoria’s brain.

The tiny pocket-sized body analysis and modification unit which performed the minute analysis is a medical miracle, compared to the primitive state of medical technology in the twenty-first century.

‘Arghhh.. I look dreadful’, cried Victoria, on seeing her naked self. ‘How are you able to do that? How do they know all these things about me?’

I pretended I hadn’t heard the questions.

The 3-D space cleared, then ‘Recommendations’ flashed up in large letters.

‘You will now be shown some modification options which our systems are capable of, Victoria’,

‘Firstly, your facial features…’ I motioned towards the display.

Three large 3-D living images of Victoria’s smiling altered head and face appeared in amazing detail. The fat had gone, her teeth were straightened and gleaming white, and her bone structure slightly changed to make her even more attractive. Her skin was as soft and clear as a baby’s. Each image was a little different and they rotated slowly giving a view from all angles. I eventually asked her which pleased her the most. She took a little time before pointing to the centre image, where her little nose was upturned a bit more than the others.

‘An excellent choice’, I remarked. ‘We’ll put you down for that one’.

There then appeared three completely nude images of a slimmed-down Victoria each bearing her chosen facial option, but having slightly different proportions. Breast, hip, and waist sizes varied a little, but otherwise each was near bodily perfection. They walked across the display, before turning, smiling, to face the Victoria seemingly only feet away.

Her eyes widened, and she tittered putting her hand over her mouth at seeing three of herself standing unclothed, and unembarrassed.

I again asked her to indicate her preference. After some consideration, she pointed to the one on the left with slightly larger breasts, although they were not large at all.

‘We should be able to do that, with no difficulty’, I said, confidently.

‘Do you really mean I can look just like that?’ Victoria gasped incredulously.

‘Indeed you can! It’s up to you’, I replied, ‘but you’ll have to relinquish a lot of control over aspects of your life to achieve it.’

‘No problem there, but how long will it take?’ she asked impatiently.

‘The actual process takes no time at all, once you’ve signed the paperwork, which as I said earlier requires you to remain in the Program so we can assess its long-term effects. Apart from your assigning certain personal rights to the Company, we’ve built in some control elements to ensure that participants in your financial circumstances comply and don’t take advantage of the Company’s facilities and generosity without giving something in return. That’s something I stress again that you should seriously consider before consenting for us to proceed with your modification’.

I was careful to give her plenty of opportunities to ask for more information and to think carefully about the commitments she would be making.

‘I’ll do it, if only I can look like that!’ she said, without hesitation, pointing to her chosen image. The other two figures had faded away, leaving only the desired one.

‘Then please step this way’, I said, leading her in the direction of a small white desk, on which the numerous papers lay prepared.

‘Please read each page very carefully before you sign, as your signature is binding’, I advised.

She briefly scanned each sheet of paper, momentarily turning to look at the modified life-size 3-D figure which was still on the screen, before signing and dating each page where marked. When she had finished she said,

‘There, I’m ready now’.

I gathered the papers and placed them in the drawer of the desk.

‘Very good, I said, ‘then we can start immediately. Please do everything I say without question’.

‘First, remove all your clothing, shoes, earrings, watch, everything. Place them on the desk, then empty the contents of your purse onto the desk too’, I said.

She undressed remarkably quickly, considering her girth and weight, and without hesitation or embarrassment stood naked before me before emptying her purse.

Out of her small bag tipped some items of make-up, a bunch of keys, and a couple of sanitary pads, together with a load of junk. Victoria was not the tidiest or most organised of girls. That would change from today.

I handed her a smooth cylindrical plug, rounded at both ends, some four inches in length. It looked something similar to a tampon, with a short cord ending in a small ring at one end. It was hard and shiny.

‘Please insert this into your vagina with your fingers, just like you would a tampon’, I told her.

She took it without question, parted her fat legs, and pushed it in, leaving the ring dangling just below her cunt.

‘Now, into the blue circle once again and keep very still!’

The now completely naked and flabby Victoria with sagging breasts complied, her flesh quivering as she walked over until it was bathed in the bluish light.

I stepped back, behind and a little to her side, pointing the tiny modification unit at her, then activating it. As time is not an attribute of that dimension, the results appeared to be instantaneous. The passage of time and the existence of space was more apparent than real for Victoria – a bit of trickery on my part.

In reality, each and every sub-nuclear particle, molecule, cell and organ in Victoria’s body was instantly genetically modified in accordance with the recommended and selected outcomes pre-programmed into the unit. She would for a moment in time when she re-entered our universe be the healthiest woman in 2009, with not a molecule out of place, and not a spot or blemish on her newly modified young body.

The slimmed-down beautiful petite Victoria appeared as a delicate moth out of a giant chrysalis before my eyes. It was no surprise to me, as I had done it many times before with other women and girls who were fat, plain or simply ugly. Her fat seemed to fade away to reveal a vision of loveliness. I had chosen well. Her facial expressions had intrigued me since I first set eyes on her.

Victoria would feel no immediate changes. Purposely her senses and nervous system did not communicate her changed state to her brain until well after it was complete. I stepped forward and reactivated the large display in front of her.

An identical image of the new naked Victoria stepped into view, and slowly turned a complete 360 degrees, standing smiling demurely within a few feet of the real girl. Her pert little breasts in plain view, the shaven crotch with its little slit showing clearly at the base of a very flat tummy below a nicely rounded but small pubic mound.

Victoria stared, transfixed.

‘There you are, job done! It didn’t take long, did it?’ I exclaimed, as Victoria’s brain finally registered her changed bodily state. Her eyes left the image and looked down in amazement at her new body.

After a brief moment of simply staring at it she spoke.

‘Its brilliant!’ she gasped, ‘All I’ve ever dreamed of. My tits are fantastic, and I can see my feet! I can’t believe it. Oh, and look at my tummy, I don’t know how to thank you!’.

She lifted her little tits towards me with both hands and beamed as she examined them.

‘Perfectly formed nipples, too’, she drooled delightedly.

‘You’re welcome, its my pleasure, believe me’, I rejoined, with some emphasis on the ‘my’ sincerely meaning every word.

‘Now please remove the object in your vagina and give it to me’.

She reached down, pulled on the ring between her legs, and the shiny little cylinder slid out. She handed it to me by its ring , and I placed it in my pocket.

Then it struck her. Somehow all women are obsessed with it, regardless of whichever century or epoch they inhabit.

‘Now my clothes won’t fit me anymore. I’ve nothing to wear!’ she wailed.

‘A typical woman’, I thought, ‘She changes from an ugly duckling to a desirable beauty in an instant, and all she immediately thinks of is what will she wear to cover herself’.

I smiled.

‘Don’t worry your little head about that, the Company has already thought of it’. I reassured her, ‘Look again at the display, and you’ll see what I mean’.

A succession of images of the new Victoria walked as in a fashion show across the display before doing a complete turn before her eyes. Each wore a different set of matching skimpy bras and panties and one wore a bikini. They were followed by fully clothed Victorias in several different casual and formal outfits, with matching shoes and accessories, all a perfect fit. She gasped as each one paraded before her, as some items they were wearing were obviously expensive designer creations.

‘Everything you’ve seen here will be delivered to your apartment by the end of today, I said, with aplomb, ‘all bought and paid for by the Company!’

‘Wow! That’s wonderful’, she grinned, ‘I’ve never been able to wear such clothes or afford them. I’ll be the envy of all the girls at the office’.

‘I’ve no doubt of that’, I replied. ‘The Company takes good care of its recruits. It is thorough in everything it does’.

She was yet to learn just how thoroughly things were done.

‘Please look at the display once again, Victoria’.

Another image of what appeared at first to be a completely naked Victoria walked forward.

‘Look at her very carefully indeed this time, and tell me what you see’, I said.

Victoria peered at the full-size high-definition 3-D figure standing only feet away. After a few seconds of scrutinising it she tentatively asked,

‘What’s that thing between her legs covering her pussy?’ pointing to the C-G MK III. Although its matching skin tones blended perfectly, its outline was faintly visible curving around the mound of the image’s sex.

‘Well spotted! That’s the Company’s monitoring, control, and compliance device’, I explained nonchalantly, as if it was nothing to be concerned about.

I do need to tell you some basic things about it. Now, it’s very important so listen very carefully to everything I have to say.’

She looked straight at me, her forehead furrowed slightly, waiting for me to begin.

‘It has several functions and also serves as a chastity guard’, I began. ‘You’ll be required to wear it during the time of your participation in the Program. You agreed to it when you signed the papers just before your modification. It was mentioned explicitly there. The duration of the period you will wear it will be determined by the Company at its discretion, but based on my advice, and on your level of compliance with both my and the Company’s instructions.’

Victoria looked perplexed. She didn’t like the sound of ‘chastity guard’ at all.

‘Why am I expected to wear a ‘chastity guard’? What’s it for?

‘I’m afraid it’s a Company requirement in the case of participants like you who haven’t paid a substantial deposit to guarantee that they will remain in the Program. Extensive high quality body modification such as you’ve just had done doesn’t come cheap – it costs a great deal of money in research and development as well as in new technology. Its cost the Company billions to develop it and it has to have a return on its investment. So it has to make sure you are in a position to do whatever it asks of you. The chastity device is designed to ensure your compliance’.

‘What if I choose not to wear it, or to leave the program? Surely you can’t force me to put it on?’

‘In answer to the first of your questions, I’m afraid that’s it’s not a realistic option to refuse to wear it’, I explained. ‘You see, your body has been modified slightly in ways that are not immediately apparent to you. The modifications have been done to ensure that you remain enrolled in the Program, and to allow for long term monitoring, as I’ll now explain’.

‘What do you mean? What else has been done to me?’ she enquired, sounding a bit more concerned.

I led her by the arm to a white leather couch which had appeared beside the little desk where her clothes and purse were left, and motioned for her to sit beside me. There was a lot of explaining to do, and it was best done seated.

‘The modifications are small in size, but very significant’, I began, looking at her.

‘Firstly, an implant has been placed in your urethra, that’s the little hole through which you pee leading from your bladder to your vagina.’

‘I know what ‘urethra’ means, I’m not a child, don’t patronise me’, retorted Victoria. She was irritated.

I just went on.

‘The implant now forms an integral part of your urethra and is connected to its nerve endings and blood supply so that you will have the normal sensation you get when you pee. It consists of a tube-like sheath bonded to and lining the urethral wall along its entire short length, protruding a little, perhaps no more than a millimetre, just above your vaginal opening. You may or may not be able to feel the end of it with your fingertip.’

‘It’s made of a flesh-like substance using your own genetic material. It wouldn’t even be noticed by an experienced urologist or gynaecologist carrying out a thorough vaginal examination, let alone by your family doctor. It’s now a permanent part of your body like any other organ. It cannot be surgically excised without the removal of the urethra in its entirety. Even a successful surgical reconstruction if it could be done, which is doubtful, would leave you incontinent afterwards and having to wear a catheter for the rest of your life.’

A look of utter and desperate disbelief flashed across Victoria’s face. She thought it couldn’t possibly be true. She didn’t accuse me of patronising her a second time.

‘I don’t believe it!’ she said, but didn’t sound entirely convinced.

‘See if you can feel it with your finger’, I suggested.

Her hand stretched down, she opened her legs somewhat, and slid her index finger into her cleft, probing it for a little while, a furrowed look of concentration on her face.

‘I can’t feel anything there. It feels exactly the same as before’, she said with relief.

‘Yes, it’s barely noticeable, if at all’, I confirmed, ‘but it is there, believe me’. Some women who have the implant say that they are able to feel it with a fingertip, others not.’

‘Other women have it in them too?’ she asked with incredulity.

‘Quite a few, you may well meet some of them’, I stated.

She raised her eyebrows.

‘And that’s not all’, I continued, ‘the nerve bundles that run from your clitoris and vagina to your spinal cord have been re-directed during the modification to pass through an offshoot of your urethral implant. Its surgical removal would also mean severing those nerves, and all that would mean. Your clitoris and vagina would be completely numb. You wouldn’t feel anything there at all. You would get no sexual pleasure or stimulation from your genitals for the rest of your life. Your vagina would dry up too.’

Victoria looked utterly horrified, ‘Oh fuck! I can’t imagine ever being like that. But what’s this implant got to do with that “thing” covering her vagina?’ she demanded, stabbing her finger towards the image which had remained in the display.

‘That “thing” as you call it is the Chastity-Guard MK III’, I explained. ‘It’s very sophisticated and technologically advanced’. The implant in your pee-hole and the C-G Mk III work together.

‘To put it simply, essentially the Guard is triangular, shaped a bit like a small bikini-bottom or kite, curved at its widest end, which covers the entire pubic mound in the front, the labia, the vaginal, urethral and anal openings from groin to groin. It widens slightly over the anal area before tapering to a point, or tail. The tail fits in the cleft between the buttocks, to about three-quarters of the way up.’

‘It’s made of a remarkable material which is virtually indestructible. Thousands of microscopic cellular implants have been placed in your flesh during modification to which the edges of the Guard bind by molecular attraction.’

‘When fitted to your body it’s impossible to insert anything between the skin and the Guard, not even a pin. It forms a watertight seal, but allows whatever it covers to breathe like normal skin does. The cellular implants can be deactivated or reactivated at will by your Supervisor – myself – at any time and in any place to allow for removal or replacement of the Guard as necessary or appropriate. Unless deactivated, it is impossible to remove it as it is effectively part of your body, like the implant’.

‘It’ll be much clearer if I show you the real thing. I have the Guard which you will wear right here’.

I opened the desk drawer, and took out the C-G MK III created for Victoria, and proceeded to draw her attention to its main features. She would only be told what she needed to know about it.

‘Although it’s small, it’s very expensive to produce. It’s been tailor-made to fit you, and no-one else. It’s a technological wonder in miniature’, I announced proudly.

Victoria wasn’t too impressed when she looked at it. It wasn’t very big, less than six inches wide at its curved front which was to fit over her mound, and a little less than eleven inches long to its tapered tail.

I held the Guard out so that she could see it clearly, before carrying on with my explanation of how it worked.

‘Its edges are flexible but the portion down the centre which covers the vagina and anus is hard and rigid’, I explained.

‘Look at this moulded ridge some three inches in length on its inside surface – the side that touches the vagina. It’s designed to fit snugly between the inner labia, always keeping them separated and their inner surfaces in contact with the Guard at all times. When worn, the ridge stretches down from the base of the clit along the entire length of the vulva and is tapered at both ends to exactly fit the wearer’s cleft.’

‘There are sensors on the ridge and in the urethral implant which constantly monitor the wearer’s state of arousal and wetness, among other things. Its intelligence and memory circuits use the data to control arousal levels automatically when necessary or as desired by your Supervisor.’

‘The part of the Guard which covers the clitoral area is necessarily a little thicker and more rigid to prevent unauthorised stimulation. Directly over the clit itself, the surface is slightly raised on the inside, so that it’s not quite in contact, regardless of any pressure placed on it from outside’.

The Guard has several other hidden features that she would learn about as the years passed.

I paused to allow her to take the information in. She looked stunned, and stared down at her knees.

‘Please pay attention’, I continued, ‘See this small projection situated midway along the ridge’.

I pointed to and ran my finger along the vaginal ridge to a small tube-like projection thinner than a pencil sticking up some three-quarters of an inch on the inside ridge of the Guard. I went on…

‘When the Guard is fitted, this little tube, which passes right through the Guard, becomes an extension of your urethra. It fits into, engages and locks into your urethral implant. When engaged and locked, it opens the urethra and is connected directly to your nervous system. That is so that you can feel your pee passing through it. When the Guard is unlocked, disengaged and removed, it will not be possible for you to pee at all, as the implant’s urethral orifice is automatically sealed. What that means is that you can pee only when you are wearing this Guard. So you see it’s absolutely necessary that you wear it so you can perform an essential bodily function. Without it you would have serious problems in no time.’

I waited for my words to sink in. Victoria had a look of incredulity on her face. She appeared too shocked to say anything, so I just carried on.

‘Several microscopic cellular implants have also been fitted along the ends of your inner labia right down from the point they meet at the base of the clit, they marry up with corresponding lines of attractors set into the sides of the Guard’s vaginal ridge. As the Guard is put in place the attractors draw the implants in the lips outwards and stretch them to their full length so that the inner surfaces of the labia are in full contact with and sit comfortably on the ridge at all times. The ridge thus fills the vulva which is held wide open by it. The clit’s base sits at the very top of the ridge’s tapered end always in contact with a special sensor and stimulator fitted there. I’ll tell you more about what that does later on. Whenever you put the Guard on, you will actually feel your lips being pulled outwards over the ridge’s sides towards the attractors pulling the ridge right into your vulva. I’m told it’s quite an interesting if not a pleasant sensation’.

I omitted to tell her that the clitoral stimulator at the upper point of the ridge when activated could push any or all of its three short but sharp tiny pins against the base of the clit, constantly irritating it and causing intense discomfort without inflicting permanent damage. It’s one of the Guard’s most effective disciplinary options. Among other things it prevents the wearer from sleeping as she is constantly aware of her clit’s discomfort. Most of the women fitted with the Mk III say it’s the worst punishment it can inflict if the pins are activated for a week or longer. They will do anything to have them retracted.

‘The fitting of the Guard has been designed to be very straightforward’, I said casually.’

‘To make it easier to engage the Guard’s tube into the urethra, the tip of the urethral implant which protrudes a millimetre or so and is visible just above the vaginal opening will glow brightly as the Guard is brought near. The tip of the Guard’s urethral tube will glow similarly, so that you can easily see both to insert it, even in low light conditions. Most wearers are soon able to fit their Guards even in complete darkness, as they are so familiar with the process.’

I turned the C-G Mk III over to reveal its outer surface to her.

Victoria watched as I handled the device. By now she was realising I was serious and that she needed to know more about it.

‘As you can see there are no visible openings on the outside of the Guard. It has a virtually smooth skin-textured and toned outer surface which blends totally with the surrounding tissues of the wearer. It is not detectable from a more than a few feet away, and is contoured to give the impression of a young girl’s shaven slit’.

I drew my finger along the little narrow contoured depression running down the central curve of the Guard, with the slight hint of the clitoral hood showing within it. It had indeed been modelled on the shape and appearance of Victoria’s own slit.

‘All this means that you’ll have to make some important lifestyle adjustments to allow for the presence of the Guard covering your three lower orifices.’

‘Most significantly you will have to learn to pee in a very different way, as I will explain shortly.’

I paused again for effect.

‘Sitting or squatting in the female fashion will no longer be necessary or even desirable. Now it will be far less messy for you. No more leakages or drips and no tissues will be needed for wiping. No more rivulets of piss running down your legs, over your bum or splattering over your feet when you squat’.

I grinned, although she didn’t seem at all amused by my words.

Pausing briefly, I placed the Guard on my knees and reached for something out of my pocket, before carrying on with my explanation.

‘You’ll have to use this little object every time you pee’.

She looked and listened with an expression of amazement as I described the little thing which I held between my thumb and index finger in front of her eyes. It was immediately recognisable to her.

‘Its a little cock!’ blurted Victoria.

‘Yes, that’s exactly what it is – it’s a small bionic penis, created using your own genetic material.’ Her eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets.

‘It was formed inside that plug inserted in your vagina during the modification process’.

The penis was about two-and-a-half inches in length, and about half-an-inch thick, flesh-coloured, shaped and veined exactly like a real little penis. It had a small thickened ring around its base.

‘It’s an essential piece of kit for you from now on. You’ll become very familiar with it. You must have it with you at all times. It’s your new little friend. It has all the features of an actual penis but in miniature. It has its own neural network and the feel of your own skin and flesh. There’s even a foreskin covering the glans which can be pulled back, like this’.

I demonstrated using my thumb and forefinger, drawing the foreskin back to reveal the tiny purple glans.

Victoria stared at it in disbelief, as the little glans popped out from under the foreskin.

‘The penis has two main functions. Without it you will be unable to pee at all. Look carefully at the Guard’, which was still resting on my knees, ‘on its outer surface here there is a small faint circle opposite where your pee-hole or urethral opening is on the inside.’

I picked up the Guard and held the base of the penis against the faint circle while holding both closer to her face so she could see it.

‘When the penis is placed against the circle like this, the Guard will sense its presence and open, but it first has to be fitted on the wearer before it will work. It must then be pushed in until you feel the ring engaging which locks it in place. It then can’t be removed until you’ve finished peeing no matter how hard you pull on it. It will prevent leakage and will connect the penis to your nervous system through the Guard. It has an urethral tube running through it, and its nerve endings will allow you to experience the sensation of peeing.’

‘It has the advantage of enabling you to pee standing up like a boy - it’s actually about the size of a young boy’s penis - and you are not a lot taller. It’s quite fascinating to watch a petite girl like you pissing this way because she looks just like a boy peeing, having small breasts but no testicles. It looks so unnatural. When I visit I will observe you using it.’

Victoria looked mortified, but continued watching and listening.

‘You can easily direct the flow because you’ll find the penis is quite flexible. A little more pressure may be needed to empty your bladder than before, as your pee has further to travel before it emerges. You’ll discover that although peeing whilst sitting on the toilet or squatting will now be more difficult, it is possible with practice. If the penis is bent downwards at too great an angle while sitting or it’s pinched too much between the finger and thumb, the resultant kink in its urethra will stop the flow. You’ll soon learn to do it properly. When you finish peeing, you must remove the penis from the Guard and shake out any drops left inside. The hole in the Guard will seal itself automatically to prevent dripping.’

‘That’s the penis’ primary function, which is to allow you to pee.’

‘It has a second and very different function, as you’ll also discover. Wearing the Guard will deprive you of sexual satisfaction which you will no doubt find extremely frustrating on occasion. The urethral implant and the Guard can sense a build-up of sexual tension and respond by triggering an intense itching feeling in the clitoris. It can also be initiated by your Supervisor if he so desires. You’ll have an immediate and irresistible desire to rub the clit, which the Guard effectively prevents.’

‘The good news is that the itch can be relieved by using your penis attachment. When you feel an intense itch in the clit starting it will be possible to insert the penis into the Guard as you would if you were going to pee. The nerve endings at the base of its glans or head, and under the foreskin mimic those in the real male organ. You’ll find it is very sensitive there to both touch and pressure, as is a real adolescent boy’s developing penis.’

‘It’s too small for you to use your entire hand to grip it. It’s best to use just your thumb and forefinger. You can play with it in the same way as a young boy does when he jerks off. You can also stimulate your nipples with your other hand at the same time which of course a normal boy doesn’t generally do. Your nipples are as sensitive, if not more so, then they ever were.’  ‘

Because the penis has its own capillary vessels, which draw fluid from your body through tiny veins in the Guard’s urethra, it is capable of an erection when stimulated sufficiently. It will lengthen by about half-an-inch and stiffen appreciably, although its girth won’t increase.’

‘Once an erection has been achieved it will be possible with continued stimulation for you to achieve an intense single climax, just as a boy experiences when he first manages ejaculate and achieve a proper orgasm.’

‘This little penis is capable of ejaculating a quantity of grey-white seminal fluid produced by your body quite some distance. An ejaculation will result in the immediate relief of sexual tension. The feeling of need and the itch in the clit will disappear completely for a time until it eventually builds up again.’ ‘

It means that from here on, you have a small detachable cock to play with instead of a tiny clitoris and a vagina.’

‘You’ll be provided with a case which looks like a lipstick holder in which to keep your penis clean and safe in your purse so it won’t attract inquisitive questions from anyone who sees it by chance. So keep it away from prying eyes. Other than myself, don’t let anyone see you using it for either purpose.’

‘You will be severely disciplined if you are careless enough to lose it as it is very expensive to replace. You must contact me immediately if that happens so that a replacement can be supplied. It could be a real emergency as you won’t be able to pee until it arrives.’

Victoria looked totally devastated after hearing the implications of her modification.

‘I won’t wear that thing, and I can’t and won’t pee like that either!’ she exclaimed angrily. ‘I don’t want to pee or jerk off like a little boy, I might be short, but I’m a fully grown woman!’

I ignored her retort and continued as if she hadn’t spoken.

‘Because of your height and petite measurements you’ve been provided with a miniature penis – the very smallest we have. I’ve fitted larger and even full-sized ones on tall and large-framed women and girls where they are in proportion to their bodies. The largest penis is four-and-a-half inches long and has a one-and-a-quarter inch diameter. Fully erect it can reach just over six inches. Of course it’s more difficult to carry the larger size in a small purse or bag, and it’s a lot heavier. The largest size allows the wearer to have intercourse with a female, just as an adolescent boy or man can do. The small size of your penis doesn’t really make that a practical possibility. It is possible to modify your Guard for a larger size penis, and I may consider having it done if I see fit, or if I wish you to have sex with other girls in the Program’.

‘I don’t want a bigger cock, and I’m not going to fuck a girl for you or anyone else’, hissed Victoria, ‘I don’t want a cock at all!’

She started sobbing. I carried on regardless of the interruption. I only had a limited time to tell her about her modifications and how they would affect her daily life.

‘The Guard has one or two other features of which you need to be aware’, I went on. ‘There’s provision for an attachment on the inside ridge, near to the urethral tube, which allows for the insertion and attachment of a number of devices or probes into the vagina whilst wearing the Guard. I’ll explain more about them and the functions they perform at another time. You won’t have to wear one today’.

‘Let’s move on to another essential bodily function. It concerns how you will defecate, or to put it bluntly, “shit”, from now on. Look at these four very pale coloured circles or sensors along the top front of the Guard.’

I showed her the four slightly raised pale pastel-coloured sensors lined in an arc across the curved front some half-an-inch from the top of the Guard at its widest end which were designed to lie on the top of her mound within easy reach of her finger.

‘This is the Guard’s request panel through which you communicate with the implant’s intelligence circuits and with your Supervisor – with me. The sensors will respond to your right index fingertip and nothing else.’

‘Touch once. Red is for peeing, Blue for shitting, and Green for the temporary removal of the Guard for cleaning purposes. If you need to pee and shit you must touch both sensors, the Red then the Blue, in that order. I’ll tell you more about the Purple one later. Blue activates the anal opening in the Guard. Only touch Blue when you are ready to shit, as the Guard has sensors to detect any movement across the opening and it will close if nothing happens after a minute or so. It will detect your efforts to push. Never attempt to put anything into your asshole through the opening. Keep your fingers well away too.’

‘You’ll need my permission to pee or shit – that’s why these are called ‘request’ sensors. The opening will close automatically when you’ve finished crapping. There’s no need to wipe as the area is completely sealed afterwards and nothing sticks to the Guard.’

‘You can ask for permission to release some sexual tension by touching the Red sensor twice, even if you don’t feel the itch triggered in the clitoris. You then place your penis next to the guard to see if it opens. If it does, permission has been granted, and you can insert the penis and masturbate to a climax. No more than one such request can be made each day. Such uninitiated requests to masturbate are frequently denied.’

‘Loss of your penis can be reported to me immediately by pressing Red three times in quick succession’. Doing so will result in the Guard being immediately switched into disciplinary mode for an extended period, even if you find your penis shortly afterwards.’

I stared into Victoria’s deep brown tear-stained eyes, set into her now very pretty face. She looked totally devastated.

‘Its now time to activate your urethral implant for you too see how it works in practice. From here on it will remain activated throughout your time in the Program.’

I raised my wrist, and after scrolling to Victoria’s name, I pressed the sensor on the wristband.

She watched me, cringing slightly as if expecting something unpleasant to happen, and looking slightly relieved when I took my finger away.

‘Now, put the tip of your right index finger on your clit to see what happens!’ I told her.

Glancing at my firm expression, she realised it was wiser to obey.

Gingerly she put her hand down between her legs, and immediately gave a little yelp, quickly withdrawing her hand.

‘Ouch! What the fuck was that? The fucking thing shocked me! It hurts! My clit stings’.

She started to cry once more.

Again I ignored her.

‘That’s what happens when you try to touch the clit with your fingers, or anywhere within an inch or so of it. It’s out of bounds to you from now on. Any attempt to touch or stimulate it will result in a sharp stinging or pricking sensation. The first pulse is a mild warning; subsequent shocks are much stronger. When the Guard is engaged it‘ll be impossible to stimulate the clit as it effectively prevents any stimulation.’

‘If you don’t want to feel any more shocks like that, then you’d better pay careful attention to what I have to say. It irritates me to have to repeat myself. Stop making that noise too!’

She stopped sniffling.

‘The Company considers the area covered by the Guard as its personal property as long as you are enrolled in the Program. You assigned that part of your body to the Company and must therefore take good care of it as it no longer belongs to you. You should have read the papers more carefully before signing’.

Victoria gasped, ‘You mean my vagina doesn’t belong to me anymore?’

‘Yes, nothing under the Guard belongs to you, its the Company’s property for the foreseeable future, and your responsibility is to take good care of it according to the instructions I’m giving you’.

‘It’s a strict requirement that you keep the entire vaginal and anal area and the Guard scrupulously clean. Touching Green disengages the Guard. It then becomes easy to remove.  It must be removed once, but only once, every day either precisely at eight in the morning, or when you touch Green if you didn’t avail yourself of the morning option. It’s a time for you to wash the entire area, and to wipe down the Guard with an antiseptic solution using a clean damp cloth. You should get everything ready before you begin the task. If you haven’t washed by midnight, the implant will trigger a discipline cycle. Believe me, you won’t forget to clean yourself there again after you’ve had that experience.’

‘Keep listening very carefully while I explain how to wash yourself, otherwise you’re going to get into serious difficulties.’

‘As you’ll be unable to touch the clit with your fingers, or even put them close to it, you must use cotton buds dipped in an antiseptic soap solution when cleaning the clit and the surrounding skin within an inch of it. You should pay particular attention to the clit’s hood and especially underneath as it harbours bacteria. Periodically when I visit I’ll take a swab from under the hood to check if it’s clean. Once a week, each Sunday, use a mild alcohol based cleanser to thoroughly clean the clitoral area, which, although it stings, is effective against bacterial and fungal growth. Use the alcohol also to carefully clean the Guard’s urethral tube with a cotton bud.’

‘Based on the experience of other wearers of the Mk III, I suggest you put your left hand on your mound to stretch the hood up and away from the clit keeping your fingers well clear, so that the clit is fully exposed whilst holding the bud in your right hand to do the cleaning. You might find a mirror helpful. The bud should be held at its opposite end so that your fingers don’t stray too close. Never use it as an excuse to stimulate the clit with the bud, as the implant can detect any attempt at arousal. It can and will punish you immediately. Use a separate bud to clean into and around the implant’s urethral opening. Use clean buds every day.’

‘Wash and rinse the rest of the vaginal and anal orifices thoroughly using your fingers, carefully patting them dry with a clean paper tissue when done. Your fingers will learn to avoid the clit pretty quickly. Insert your fingers as far into the vagina as you can, to clean inside, but don’t stimulate or arouse. Ensure that no traces of faeces are left around the anus.’

‘The allotted time for cleansing is ten minutes per day. After nine minutes your implant will send a sharp pricking reminder through the clit, and a further thirty seconds later a stronger more unpleasant jolt. On Sundays the time is increased to fifteen minutes to allow for a more thorough cleansing with the alcohol based cleanser. Failure to replace the Guard in time is not advised. So make sure it’s replaced in good time. The entire procedure will soon become second nature to you.’

‘It’s possible to shower or swim wearing it, as water will not penetrate beneath it or through it. As it’s matched to the skin tones of your genital area, it will not be visible through your clothing either. You can safely participate in all non-contact sports, but you obviously cannot use team showers as someone may see the Guard’.

‘If when you touch Red or Blue to request to pee or shit, you get an immediate pricking sensation in the clit and pee-hole, then your request has been denied. That may be because you need to be disciplined, or simply because I want to make you wait. An hour must elapse before making a further request. In any case the openings will not activate.’

‘The inside surface of the Guard has been impregnated with a substance which will prevent the growth of pubic hair or remove any existing hairs, so there will be no need to shave at all. Occasionally the Guard needs to be re-impregnated, normally at five-year intervals, otherwise the device maintains itself. It powers its circuits and memory using your body energy so it doesn’t need re-charging as long as you are still breathing’.

‘Hair growth in the areas adjacent to the Guard must be shaved clean every two days or alternatively they can be waxed. Take care to avoid unsightly chaffing’.

‘You must never under any circumstances allow anyone else to see or touch the Guard. I will provide you with the means of contacting me should you need to visit the doctor, or if you request to have sex with someone. My permission will be required for either. A good explanation and evidence is needed for a visit to the surgery as the Company will take steps to keep you in very good health. You will in any case have regular medical and hygiene examinations with the Guard removed each time I visit’.

‘There is no absolute prohibition on you having sex with a third party. If you want to have sex with someone, you will have to provide me with advance notice of at least twenty-four hours, providing details of the name, age, and occupation of the person in question with the date and time of the proposed activity. A photo of the person will also be required. It can only take place at your apartment, which will be constantly monitored by me.’

‘If permission for sex is granted, touch the Purple sensor at the agreed time. The Guard can then be removed and put in a safe place. The implant will be partially deactivated temporarily allowing for touching, clitoral play, oral sex and intercourse by the other party, but never with your own fingers. Similarly any type of self-stimulation is prohibited, such as the use of a dildo. Anal intercourse is not permitted either and any attempt to penetrate there will be detected by the implant.’

‘In any event, the Guard must be replaced within six hours of removal or when the sexual activity is over and the third party has left whichever happens first. Otherwise the implant will punish the clit. In no circumstances will you be allowed to spend the entire night with anyone other than myself or a person of my choice. Afterwards you will be required to provide a full report and description of what happened during the session if you are fortunate enough to be granted such a liberty. Usually it’s a rarity, but it is possible if you have been particularly good.’

‘Regrettably, these conditions will in practice make an on-going sexual relationship with anyone unsustainable, so such friendships should be carefully avoided in the interests of yourself and others. Ideally reserve such times for casual sexual encounters’.

Victoria by now had an agonised, dazed, expression on her face.

‘From time to time as I’ve already mentioned, you will receive visits from me, and I’ll bring instructions for any activities which the Company wishes you to perform for them as a method of repaying the massive financial outlay they have made on your behalf. Some of these visits will consist of intensive training sessions, but I’ll tell you more about that when the time comes.’

‘Looking on the bright side, the implant has a number of positive benefits for you. It prevents ovulation. Consequently you’ll be unable to conceive whilst the implant is active. You’ll be spared menstruation, period pains, cramps, headaches, mood swings and of course, pregnancy. You may well have passed through the menopause by the time you are released from the Program, so you may not experience those things ever again.’

‘The implant and Guard monitor all your bodily functions, including blood pressure, heart rate, glucose levels, and much more. They provide an early warning of health problems which may arise. The implant’s sensors relay the information directly to me, and will tell me of any problems, pain or discomfort you may be experiencing, such as a sore throat or an infection. The implant can automatically detect some medical symptoms and is capable of aiding in a quick recovery. I can control all its functions and those of the Guard remotely, as well as any disciplinary actions which may be needed from time to time’.

‘Many long-standing participants in the Program have told me that the C-G Mark III is light and comfortable to wear, barely noticeable to the wearer unless it is in one of its disciplinary modes. Most say that they are usually aware of the presence of the ridge separating and stretching the labia as it often exerts a pressure on the lips particularly when walking, running or exercising, but is insufficient to cause more than a subtle stimulation, not enough for arousal, but enough for constant awareness of the vulva being held open by the Guard’s moulded ridge. The presence of the top of the ridge pressing into the base of the clit can be felt occasionally, so I’m told.’

‘The other good news for you is that the Company rarely requires those enrolled in the Program to remain in it for life’.

‘Some women have even gone as far as telling me that they miss the Guard’s presence once they have left the Program, as they had got so used to it being a part of their cunts for so many years. Its presence had become habitual. They said they felt naked and empty without it. Some women have been unable to touch their clits in later life as they have been conditioned to keep their fingers well away for so long. One or two became so accustomed to the male method of peeing or masturbating using their penises that they had difficulty returning to the normal female way, preferring to stand to pee, even though it’s far messier for them that way.’

‘One older participant who had been released from the Program after twenty three years aged forty-eight, even requested to have her implant re-activated as she preferred being controlled by it. I considered her request very carefully, insisting that she waited a further three months to see if she could adapt without it, but she insisted that she couldn’t return to her old pre-modification ways. So she still wears the Guard. She is now is sixty-five.’

‘Of course the minimum period is ten years. It’s entirely at the Company’s discretion after that. The average is eighteen years, but there are many factors to consider. Any request by a participant for release will result in the period being automatically extended by two years. Your compliance and obedience will assist in any decision the Company eventually makes. Its determination is always final and there is no appeal. My report will be of crucial importance when the matter eventually comes up for consideration, so its essential that you abide by my instructions and are obedient at all times.’

‘When the time comes for you to be released from the Program, the Guard will be removed; the implants will remain in place, but although de-activated they will continue an element of monitoring for the rest of your life. The Company retains the right, however, to reactivate them fully at any time which will also require the participant to recommence wearing the Guard.’

‘Awww!  Awww! Awww!’ Victoria screeched - her eyes looked wild.

‘That means its time to engage the Guard, Victoria. Best put it on straight away. You have two minutes before a strong shock hits the stem of your clitoris.’

‘It’s easier to stand to put it on’, I said.

She stood before me and I handed her the Guard which she despairingly but quickly placed between her legs. Bending right over she saw the glowing tip of the urethral implant and quite easily engaged the Guard’s little tube into her pee-hole first. As it engaged, the ridge separated her labia which she could visibly see and feel being stretched out on either side of it. Then she pressed the tail well up into the fold between her buttocks. The front of the Guard was smoothed over her mound, where its edges engaged with the myriad tiny implants in her flesh, binding it tightly to her skin. Straightening up she looked down to check and saw the four pale coloured request sensors on the front  panel ranged along the top curve of her mound for the first time. 

‘You’d better trace your finger all around its edges’ I said, ‘to make sure it’s fully engaged at every point, otherwise it will discipline you’.

‘Awww!’ she cried as her clit was jolted again.

‘See?’ I said.

She immediately complied running and pressing her finger along the entire circumference of the Guard, down her groins and up to the point of the tail.

‘There’, I said, ‘welcome to the Body Modification Program and to your relationship with the C-G Mk III. You are now a fully active member, Victoria!’

It would be the first of many hundreds of times she would perform that task over the coming years. It would become second nature.

I showed her the new outfit of clothes, high-heeled shoes and matching little leather purse placed neatly on one arm of the couch.

‘Get dressed, now!’ I ordered.

When she was dressed, I picked up a shiny little metal case the size of a lipstick holder from the desk. Unscrewing its cap, I showed her the little penis inside.

‘Put this case in your purse and be sure to keep your penis clean’, I said. ‘Use a moist cotton bud to gently clean its urethra every day. I’ll check it when I visit. Don’t forget to take your keys. Of course, you won’t need your old make-up or your sanitary pads. I’ll decide what clothes and make-up you’ll wear from here on and will let you know every day’.

I led the fully dressed Victoria, clutching her purse, and wearing a chastity guard under her panties, back through the dimensional portal into my little office back in 2009. Taking her purse from her I sat in my leather director’s chair behind my desk placing the purse on it.

As I watched her, she stood in the centre of the office facing me looking increasingly uncomfortable, holding her legs tightly together, shuffling a little and having difficulty standing still.

I guessed the reason immediately, for I knew that during the modification process Victoria’s bladder had been more than half-filled with water.

‘What’s the matter?’ I enquired.

‘Oh please, please, I really, really, need to pee right now! I’m desperate! I’ve wanted to for a while when you were talking. Putting this guard thing on and walking back in here made it much worse’, she said in a thin begging tone, and by now holding her hands over her crotch.

‘Don’t worry, you can’t wet yourself any more’, I replied.

‘If you are really desperate to pee, I’ve already explained what you must do. If you were listening and are able to remember, do it now, I want to see!’

Her cheeks blushed, and she lowered her eyes.

‘Take off your skirt and panties, put them on my desk’.

She obeyed, standing sheepishly before me in just her flowered top, still shuffling her feet because of her need to pee. The Guard was barely visible between her legs.

‘Go ahead, it’s pretty straightforward’, I said encouragingly, shrugging my shoulders, as if it were an everyday occurrence.

After a brief hesitation, reluctantly she reached for and opened her purse and took out the shiny little cylindrical case. She unscrewed its cap and gingerly removed the miniature penis, holding it for the very first time, before replacing the open case and purse on the desk.

Looking down, still holding the penis she lowered her right hand to the Guard and touched the Red sensor gently with her right index finger. Bending much further forward so as to see below her mound she held the base of the penis against the faint circular outline of the pee-hole on the Guard. It opened at once. She inserted the penis pushing it firmly in and felt its ring engage in the socket. She straightened up, the penis now sticking out some two inches from the Guard. She was perplexed; she again lowered her head a little, and looked at me with upturned eyes. Again I guessed the reason.

‘There’s no need to go to the bathroom to pee’, I said, turning to point to the metal waste bin beside my desk. Pick that up and go back to where you were standing in the middle of the office, place it on the floor in front of you and piss into it’.

Oh no! Please! I can’t do that while you’re watching me. No-one has ever watched me pee before, she beseeched.

‘You’ve never used a penis to pee before either’, I joked then chuckled.

‘If you don’t then you’ll just have to suffer’, I stated calmly. ‘Take as long as you want, your need will only get worse. I can wait’.

Victoria knew she was beaten. Picking up the bin she walked back to where she had been standing, turned to face me, and placed it in front of her.

Slowly, with obvious reluctance, she lowered her hand to the penis, and held it between thumb and forefinger. Looking down at it, a look of agonised concentration slowly appeared on her face. Her lips were pursed. After quite a few seconds, maybe ten or fifteen, suddenly a stream of piss emerged from the penis all over the floor, missing the bin entirely. After the initial surprise, when she nearly let go of the penis, she reacted quickly directing the flow with her fingers in the right direction. Her piss hissed out with a loud metallic sound of splashing against the inside of the bin.

She must have peed for all of thirty seconds, concentrating on her aim throughout, as the flow slowed towards the end. With her mind on the immediate task, she had obviously forgotten for a moment that I was there. Watching her doing it for the first time was a real pleasure for me.

When she had finished, she let go of the penis, and realised that I had watched it all. She looked embarrassed, and a lot younger than her twenty-four years – just like a little girl caught doing something wicked.

‘What did it feel like?’ I asked.

Shyly and hesitatingly she spoke in a thin girly voice …. ‘It felt very… … very strange… p… peeing like that, but ….it was quite… quite a nice feeling. I could feel my pee all hot passing through the penis. It felt very different to how I’m used to peeing. It’s not at all hard to aim it. It’s easier than girly peeing because I could see what I was doing and where my pee was going’.

I gave her a broad smile.

‘That was very well done, Victoria! It seems that you were listening to my instructions after all. Good girl! The penis has been designed to be an extension of your body, just like a real boy’s penis, so you will feel everything that a boy would with his own cock whenever yours is attached to the Guard’.

She would soon forget what pissing through her cunt and playing with her clit felt like. It would be many years before she would do those things again, if ever.

‘You should remember what to do now as you haven’t quite finished’. I said.

She thought for a moment, bent forward again and using her right hand gently tugged at the little penis disengaging it from the Guard. Lifting it up before her face, she could see a small drop of pee at its tip. Holding it over the bin she shook a few remaining drips from its urethra. She checked it again, before replacing it in its case and putting that back in her purse. She looked across at me for approval.

I nodded at her.

‘Take the bin to the washroom on your left, empty it into the toilet, and rinse it out with water, and put it back where you found it. Also dampen the cloth you’ll find on the rail, and wipe up your piss from the floor. She picked up the bin and hurried off to do my bidding. I heard the toilet flush, she returned with the bin, placed it beside my desk, and squatted to wipe the floor with the cloth.

‘Put the cloth in the waste disposal in the washroom when you’re done, then get dressed again’.

Victoria, wearing the short blue mini-skirt and flowered top I had chosen for her, with lacy bra and matching panties covering the Guard stood demurely before me, head slightly bent forward. She looked more at ease now that she had emptied her bladder. A little praise had helped too.

‘Hands at your side or behind your back, never in front, and stand straight, shoulders back, tummy in, tits out’, I said quite sharply.

She straightened immediately, breasts presented, her bra’s outline showing through the thin top. She accepted I was in charge.

‘I think you deserve a little reward for peeing like a boy for the very first time. It was very entertaining!’.

She grimaced.

With my wristband out of her sight behind my desk I activated Victoria’s clitoral stimulator. I waited, looking straight at her. After a few moments she began to look disconcerted. Her arms were at her sides but her fingers were opening and closing. Her lower lip was twitching.

‘What’s the matter now?’ I asked, as if I had no idea.

Her head gave a little shake from side to side, as if she was trying to dismiss the sensation and hoping it would stop. Her right arm had curled slightly towards her tummy. Then, involuntarily, she quickly pressed her hand against the Guard through her skirt.

‘I… ‘, she began haltingly, ‘I can… can feel my clit itching… terribly, and I can’t get at it. It won’t stop!’

‘That will happen from time to time’, I replied reassuringly, ‘it’s quite normal and to be expected, but unfortunately, as you know, it isn’t allowed for you ever to touch it.’

‘I can’t stand it, its driving me wild, please! She begged.

‘But there is a solution’, I paused, watching her discomfort mounting.

‘…..Sometimes, if you’ve been good you can use your penis to stop the clit itching, but only if the Guard will accept it. You could try it to see, but you must strip off first.’

She dropped her skirt and panties, the top and bra quickly followed. She grabbed her purse, removed the case and bending over she placed her penis against the opening. As the orifice opened she pushed it in until it engaged and locked in place.

‘You’re lucky! The Guard has decided to reward you for being a good girl. It’s opened up for your penis’

Looking up, she said in a frustrated complaining tone, ‘I’ve put it in, but it hasn’t stopped my clit itching… its even worse now!’

‘Of course it hasn’t’, I explained, ‘don’t you remember that you have to play with the penis first like a little boy does. When he has an itch he has to play with his cock. You have to do the same. Use your thumb and forefinger. It might be a good idea if you lie on my desk to do it. Get up there now, on your back, bend your knees and open your legs facing my chair. Use your skirt as a pillow.’

She hesitated for a moment, but the itch was getting the better of her.

Nimbly, a naked petite Victoria pulled herself onto the desk top, her little penis jutting out from the Guard, and a few seconds later she lay legs bent at the knees widely spread facing me on my desk with her head on her folded denim skirt.

The Guard covering her cunt was in full view, with the penis jutting out at an angle.

‘What do I do now?’ she asked urgently, ‘it’s driving me crazy!’

‘Get comfortable. Haven’t you ever jerked a boy off before?’

‘Yes… but it was a long time ago, and …I ….I don’t remember how I did it, and this one is a lot smaller than his’, she blurted out quickly with desperation in her voice.

‘Hold it between your thumb and fingertip. Gently pull the foreskin back down over the head, then up again, and tell me what it feels like.’

I leaned forward a little to get a better view of what she was doing.

Tentatively she held the penis by the foreskin and did as I suggested.

‘It feels nice. I can feel something happening in my clit too, as I’m doing it’.

‘In that case, keep doing it, and a little faster’. I urged.

Victoria jerked away with her thumb and forefinger at the foreskin of her little penis. I watched, fascinated, as she looked down her tummy with her deep brown eyes at what she was doing, and at the look of intense concentration on her pretty face. She was a real gem.

As her pace quickened, I watched the penis becoming more and more erect, and lengthening, standing almost vertically as her fingers jerked the foreskin up and down rapidly. It had grown to about three inches in length, but its girth remained the same. She began panting and breathing more deeply. Her thighs moved up and down in unison with her fingers. Her eyes had closed. She was about to have her first penile orgasm. As suddenly as her piss had appeared earlier, a spurt of grey-white fluid shot up into the air in a jet from the eye of the penis. It landed in a series of globs all the way up her chest, all over her tits and face. As she ejaculated she uttered a piercing howl, before flopping lifelessly down on the desk, her fingers instantly letting go the penis.

She lay breathing quietly for a little while, before speaking.

‘That was… amazing … soooo….. different’, she said breathlessly. ‘It stopped my clit itching but it tingled instead the more I played with the cock. It all happened so quickly’.

She hadn’t yet noticed the fluid all over her chest and chin.

‘Look at your tits’, I told her. She lifted her head off her skirt, and saw the grey-white globs. She raised her hand to her face when she felt it run down her chin, and looked at her cum covered fingers.

‘What’s this stuff?’ she exclaimed…. ‘Eeeewww’, she grimaced.

‘Didn’t you realise you’d ejaculated just like a boy does when you had the orgasm? The implant induces your body to produce seminal fluid. It doesn’t contain actual semen though, and therefore it can’t cause a pregnancy. The fluid rushing up through your penis intensifies the orgasm as it passes over a large number of nerve endings in the little cock’s urethra. That’s what makes the sensation so intensely pleasurable for you. You will ejaculate like that every time you masturbate to orgasm.’

I handed her a number of tissues from my desk drawer.

‘Now clean yourself up. First, there may be more fluid inside your penis, often it doesn’t all come out. Use the thumb and forefinger of your right hand and squeeze it at its base near the Guard, and pull them gently up along its length, to draw out any stuff remaining.

I watched while she did it.

‘Doing that gives me a nice feeling’, she remarked.

‘You need to repeat it a couple of times to get it all out’ I said. ‘Then pull the foreskin fully back and wipe it clean with a tissue to make sure that no cum is left underneath. You’ll find it’s very sensitive there now.’ I told her.

Gingerly she wiped the head of the penis, and I could tell from her facial expression that she was enjoying the sensation it gave because she repeated it a few times.

‘Then wipe the stuff off your chest, tits and face and dispose of the tissues in the washroom. Wash yourself down too. When you return disengage the penis and put it away, then you can get dressed once again’. I instructed.

After wiping herself, she jumped down off the desk and ran to the washroom, the little penis rather smaller and less erect, swinging about as she ran. It was an interesting sight to behold for a man of my maturity even though I had seen many such sights over the years. She returned, her penis dangling more limply this time. She quickly removed it, and put it away in her purse, then dressed.

Finally it was now definitely time for her to leave. I had other things to do.

So, Victoria stood before me yet again.

She would from today wear whatever I decided. She would obey my every instruction. Among other things she would learn to deep throat me, and lick another woman’s clit for the first time. She would gladly entertain me in any way I desired. I controlled her totally. She was my property for at least twenty years, or until she had lost her good looks and trim figure.

I looked at the digital display on my wristband, scrolled through the many names down to Victoria’s, and touched the little red punishment sensor on it three times in quick succession.

‘Awww!  Awww! Awww!’ Victoria howled, as she doubled over, clutching her crotch.

That works anywhere in the world, even from 3039. I can even shock them all at the same time, if I choose.

‘Straighten up, and smile, Victoria! Today is a new beginning for you’.

‘You may go home now, but make sure everything is in order when I come to visit, which will be soon. Make sure your apartment is always clean and tidy. Remember to call me ‘Sir’ when you address me from now on and that you are wearing nothing but the Guard at your flat.’

You have a lot more to learn. Your training has only just begun. Take the stairs, not the lift on your way out. See you soon’.

I watched her leave the building on its CCTV security system, walking away down the street. She was a very different Victoria in so many ways. She was beautiful. Her life had been transformed in just a few hours. No-one would guess what lay under her little mini-skirt, as her pert ass swayed its way homewards. It was her secret and mine.

Victoria is one of many women and girls enrolled in my special Chastity Program. There are blondes, brunettes, tall, petite, large and small-busted, aged from eighteen to sixty-five. There are doctors, teachers, nurses and lawyers among them. Initially they were all recruited as eager volunteers.

Each and every one is listed in, monitored by, and controlled through my little wristband, even those who have been released on license because of age, or ill-health. My wristband keeps track of them all and everything they do.

Life is good in 3039, where a man can live for 250 years or more in the prime of life visiting 2009 or any other year whenever he pleases. I’m always assured of a warm and entertaining welcome in scores of places all over the world. The press of a button on the wristband guarantees it. New challenges arise, new devices are developed for me to experiment with and there is an abundance of women to recruit. Each one is different and has something special to offer. Life is pure joy.

Some of my women have already written extensively about their experiences in the Program, and of the many and varied devices and implants they each now wear.

Victoria is writing at this very moment about her time in the Program and her experiences with the C-G Mk III and its attachments. Let me know if you’d like to hear from her or my other female ‘recruits’. They will be glad to share their experiences with you.

Feedback is always useful. I might decide to publish their stories if there is sufficient demand.

Unfortunately, the Summary, Reviews and Ratings for Part 1 were lost when the site went down towards the end of 2009.

Summary

An obese young woman finds out to her cost the implications of her body modification. (Read Part 1 first)

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III Part 2

I observe my new acquisitions more often during the first few weeks to ensure that they are ‘bedding in’ properly. There’s a lot for them to take on board, and sometimes problems occur.

Victoria would be no exception to my usual approach. I had previously noted her cell phone and work numbers when I visited her apartment while she was at work. She didn’t know that I had them.

Her modification had been carried out and her C-G Mk III fitted on the Saturday. Normally I visit my newest recruits within three days.

I had taken into consideration that Victoria was in full-time employment. A sudden return to the office with her changed appearance would cause quite a surprise and unnecessary questions could arise. Consequently, I had arranged for her exit from the dimensional portal to take place four weeks after her entry, although to Victoria her time at the Company’s ‘facility’ had seemed no more than an hour or two. Her memory of the period had been altered so that she would show no surprise at having ‘lost’ four weeks out of her life.

I had earlier written a letter, purporting to be from her consultant physician, to the office manager on her behalf, enclosing a medical certificate, informing him that she would be away for a period of four weeks for ‘extensive health rehabilitation’ on to her obesity. I advised him not to question her about it, as it was a sensitive psychological issue. This would make her return to work much more straightforward.

That Sunday I called Victoria on her cell phone and arranged to visit her apartment on the Tuesday evening at 7.30. She was surprised, almost stunned at unexpectedly hearing my voice.

I told her that her manager had been informed of a four week absence in order to account for her modification, and that she was not under any circumstances to discuss what had happened with her colleagues, but simply to say, if asked, that she had attended an intensive course of therapy at a residential facility.

She was to return to work on the following day, Monday. I explained exactly what she was to wear from the wardrobe provided for her by the Company - a tight-fitting black jacket and knee-length skirt, white embroidered lace top, matching accessories, and black shoes with three inch heels from among the outfits she had been sent. She would look wonderful.

Before the visit to her apartment I checked the monitoring history of her implant and Guard. Nothing seemed out of place. It had been removed twice for washing and cleansing as per the instructions I had given her. She had made three requests to pee using her penis. Although the Guard and implant passed on the requests, they were handled automatically. This is necessary in practical terms, as there are many females in the Chastity Control Program. From time to time I did personally monitor individuals.

At times, during the nights there had been signs of sexual arousal, and a degree of wetness, but insufficient to trigger the intense clitoral itch which would have forced her to use the penis attachment to jerk off. Neither had she requested permission to masturbate. That might well have been because she had forgotten the instructions.

The dimensional portal gave me access to the elevator in her building and I arrived at her door precisely on time. I had reminded her on the phone that her apartment was to be tidied up, that she should remove all her clothing in readiness, and to address me as, ‘Sir’.

Victoria opened the door wearing only her Guard. She didn’t look at me directly, only a couple of furtive glances. I sat on the couch placing my case beside it.

‘Hello’, I said.

‘Hi, Sir’, she mumbled.

I beckoned her to stand before me.

‘Look at me’ I said, as I stared up directly into her eyes, before looking down at her body, and back up to her face.

‘I’ve come to see how you’re getting on and adapting to your modification. But first, I want you to tell me what happened when you returned to work yesterday.’

Victoria brightened and smiled. She was eager to tell me all about it.

‘It was amazing’ she blurted, ‘everyone at the office was gobsmacked at how different I looked, including my boss! They stared at me all day long. Girls came to talk to me who never spoke to me before, and they were really envious.’

‘Even the most spiteful fucking bitch who always treats me like shit came over to my desk and said I looked amazing. My boss looked me up and down about six times and I could tell straight away that he had the hots for me, even though he’s married with kids.’

‘The girls kept asking over and over what had happened and where I’d been, but I told them only what you said. I felt completely different, and was much more confident and assertive. I even forgot that I was wearing this thing between my legs.’

‘That’s superb, well done!’ I said.

‘As you’re finding out, being a member of the Program has real benefits. You’ve been given enough items of clothing to wear a different outfit every day this week, and to mix and match thereafter, so that you’ll not wear the same thing twice. The Company will provide you with new clothes every six weeks or so. You must always look immaculate when you go to the office – the Company insists on it’.

‘As it’s time for me to check your modification, remove the Guard, by touching Green’.

She complied and peeled the device away from her mound and it slid from between her labia. She opened her legs slightly, to allow its tail to fall from between the cheeks of her buttocks.

‘Hand it to me’, I said quietly.

It was still warm, the ridge which seconds earlier had resided in her vulva was slightly moist. I placed it on the couch beside me.

I smiled at her.

‘Didn’t I tell you how to stand, with your arms either by your side or behind you, shoulders back, head up, and tits out, feet apart?’ I asked.

‘Yes’, she said, immediately straightening to the desired position, arms to the side.

‘Don’t forget the ‘Sir’ next time you answer me’, I reprimanded her, in a sharper tone, ‘I don’t want to have to remind you again’.

I appraised her once more. She was a beauty and would be a worthwhile asset. There was still a touch of shyness, even innocence there, although her manners and language were sometimes a little raw. But that’s how many young people were in the early twenty-first century. I would deal with those issues in due course, although there was something appealing in her coarseness.

‘When your new clothes were delivered were there any other items?’ I enquired.

‘Yes, Sir, there was also a large carton of cotton sticks, a big container of anti-bacterial wash, and another with the alcohol-based cleanser’.

‘Good’, I said, ‘you’ll need to obtain further supplies of those things yourself as and when necessary from a pharmacy or drugstore. They are not expensive.’

‘The Company will deposit a small amount of money in your bank account each month to cover incidental expenses, so that you won’t be out of pocket. If you have been good the Company will also give you sums of money to buy items of clothing for yourself, but always keep the receipts in case I decide that they are unsuitable. You will also receive a birthday present each year’.

‘Have you had any problems with the daily cleaning routine so far?  – tell me exactly how you coped’, I said.

I had to remind her to keep looking at me, instead of down at her feet as she spoke. She was embarrassed.

‘It... it isn’t easy to do it in the time allowed. Using the cotton sticks to clean around my clit is fiddly and the alcohol which the label on the bottle says I must use on Sundays – I used it yesterday - really stings. I tried to clean my vagina with my fingers as best as I could, but they slipped onto my clit a few times, and I had some nasty shocks which made me double up. I found it easier this morning; I only got one little shock’.

‘Fine’ I said, ‘You’ll soon get the hang of it – as you’ve probably realised by now your fingertips contain microscopic implants which are detected when they get close to the clit’.

In fact such implants were placed throughout Victoria’s body enabling her urethral implant and Guard to know her precise body position at all times - standing, sitting, lying down, and so on. They would assist with posture training as and when necessary.

Tiny implants in her larynx and in her ears could record or relay her speech, as well as everything she heard. They allowed me to check on her status, if she was awake or asleep, and her location, at all times. The intelligence circuits in the urethral implant and Guard were capable of alerting me to anything sensitive she said, heard or did. They detected strong emotions too, such as fear or anger. Victoria would however remain blissfully unaware of how much I would know about her behaviour and her actions.

‘I need to see how well you clean yourself. Go quickly and fetch all the things you need including a bowl of water, then get up on the table, and I’ll watch’.

She ran to the bathroom and returned with the container of cotton sticks and the bottles then fetched the bowl. She glanced at me before pulling herself onto the table top. I got up and walked over; indicating that she should bend her knees and spread her legs wide. I would examine her first. I drew a chair so that I could sit comfortably while I did it.

Sitting with my face about a foot from her cunt, I pushed her knees gently further apart, until they were as wide as they could go – next time I would expect her to adopt that exact position. Then I spread her labia. She started a bit at my touch.

I drew my finger down between them and as I suspected they were slightly wet. Using my left hand I drew the hood up, to examine the clit. It was relatively large for a petite girl, but not unusually so. It was about three-eighths of an inch wide.

It’s common knowledge that clit sizes rarely bear any relationship to body size. All Victoria’s exact measurements, including those of her clit were already stored in the memory of my wristband. I would be alerted to any significant trends, such as in weight, or waist size, so that corrective measures could be taken.

I took my time examining her clit, stroking  it gently from side to side, whilst glancing at my wristband to see what effect I was having on her. The implant was capable of measuring imperceptible levels of arousal. Victoria was responding, although she seemed to be trying her best not to show it. So I toyed a little longer, drawing my fingertip around and above the hood, cheekily flicking it back and forth slowly and teasingly. I drew my finger down between her lips and slightly into her vagina, which was now quite slippery, before moving back up onto the clit. After a minute or two as she was beginning to move her thighs in concert with my finger, I stopped abruptly and withdrew it. She let out a little moan of frustration.

Taking a small container from my pocket I removed a swab stick and gently pushed it under the hood and right around the clit, causing her to buck slightly. I replaced it in its container.

I examined her pee-hole very carefully, prising it open with my fingers. Indeed, the implant wasn’t noticeable at all. Her vagina smelled clean too. I decided that further swabs weren’t necessary.

‘Ok, get on with it. Use the alcohol cleanser again today’ I said.

She winced.

I watched carefully as she dipped the bud into the bottle and worked the cotton stick around the clit. She remembered to stretch the hood up and away from it by putting her left hand on her mound. It was a fiddly thing to do using a little stick, as the clit and the hood tended to move around especially when lubricated with the cleanser.

Her facial expressions showed that the alcohol was stinging her. She pushed the tip of the bud up under the hood and worked it around quite a bit, obviously wanting to show me that she was doing it thoroughly, in case she might be disciplined.

It was interesting to see the white bud flicking across the pink clit. She then wetted her hands in the bowl and put some anti-bacterial cleanser on the fingers of her right hand before pushing a couple of them into her vagina, then moving to her asshole. She rinsed her hands in the bowl and used her wet fingers to rinse off the cleanser. She used some clean tissues to dry herself.

‘Very good’, I observed, ‘you did that well, and no shocks at all...’

‘...but I am concerned that you may not be rinsing the area thoroughly enough with clean water, and it might be a good idea to use a spray bottle, holding the lips apart with your left hand, so that you can spray right up inside. You can put all the things away now, and then come back to your position in front of the couch’.

Soon the nude Victoria was standing before me once more.

She was self-conscious. I began to explain the purpose of my visit, which was threefold.

The first being the examination I had just carried out.

Secondly, she was to begin her training immediately.

I leant over picked up and opened my case taking out a dark wooden highly polished box, about fifteen inches long, eight inches wide and three inches thick, which I placed on my knees. I motioned her to sit beside me on the couch while I showed her the contents.

‘This box contains the first set of attachments for your Guard. They are vaginal exercise rods of varying sizes which you will use, starting this very evening’, I explained.

‘Most women have become lazy with their vaginal control down through history’, I stated, looking at her.

I open its lid and showed her the contents. Each of the four rods was a different pale pastel colour, all resting in purple velvet grooves. They were horizontally ridged and dimpled, being some five and a half inches in length, of varied girth, and tapering at one end. In the base of each was fixed a small half-ring. Victoria looked intently while I reached for the largest, an inch and a quarter wide, pale pink in colour.

I handed it to her.

‘Squeeze, and tell me what it feels like’, I said.

Feeling it with both hands and after examining it for several seconds, she answered, ‘It feels fleshy, moist... and strange’.

‘Now get up, face me, spread your legs wide, and put the entire rod into your vagina’, I ordered.

She did so, bending over slightly, the rod slipping quite easily into her cunt, as it was self-lubricating.

Once it was fully inserted I said, ‘Contract your vaginal muscles as hard as you can, and hold it in’. I watched the concentration on her face as she obeyed.

‘Straighten up, clasp both hands behind your neck, and see what happens’.

As soon as she took her hands away from her vagina, and raised them towards her neck, the pink rod slipped out onto the floor. I picked it up from between her feet. It was wet as a result of my having played with her clit.

‘See, your vaginal muscles are far too weak, even though the rod isn’t heavy. In fact all the rods weigh exactly the same. By the time your training programme is completed you’ll be able to hold the thinnest rod, which is some half-an-inch thick, in your cunt with no difficulty whilst standing in that position.’

‘The box contains a number of small brass weights which can be attached to the rings in the base of the rods in order to extend and test your muscle control when necessary’.

Victoria didn’t look too pleased at my introduction to her training regime.

‘The rods are much more sophisticated than they appear,’ I continued.

I picked up her Guard and the rod to show her how it was to be attached.

‘Place the base of the rod, like this, against the Guard’s ridge, just below its urethral tube. It will open to accept the size of rod placed against it, as it does when you place your penis attachment to its outside.  Obviously, unlike the penis, the rod has to be attached with the Guard removed from your body.’ 

I demonstrated while she looked down at me, her hands still clasped behind her neck. A hole opened in the Guard as I brought the pink rod close and I pushed its base into the ridge as far as it would go.

‘Its ring locks in place. It can’t be removed until a training session has been completed,’ I explained.

‘You can bring your hands down now’.

I then took out a thin black ceramic card-like object from the box, which had been held in place on the inside of its lid. It was eight inches by six in size and about an eighth of an inch thick. From its back I pivoted out its stand, placing it widthways on the coffee table beside Victoria.  It stood at an angle much as does a photo frame.

‘This is a little Monitor designed to assist and oversee your training. Its an extremely sophisticated device. During each session it will be aware of exactly what you are doing, and will communicate and direct you both visually and verbally’, I explained.

I handed her the Guard with its rod now mounted in place.

‘Use your fingers to play with it while looking at the Monitor’, I instructed. She did so.

The Monitor had two small screens beside each other, separated by a vertical peak display, above which a green indicator flashed.  An image of the pink rod had appeared in the left hand screen and a tiny image of Victoria in the right screen. As she played with the rod its image changed in the places where she was squeezing or touching. The intensity of the colour change varied with the degree of pressure she was putting on it.

I indicated for her to put the Guard down on the table beside the Monitor.

‘The Monitor will show you how hard your vaginal muscles are working, as you try to draw its ridges into your vagina. Note the intensity of the colour changes and aim to move from blues, though greens, reds and into the brightest yellows, and even white.’

‘The peak display in the centre of the display will tell you how well you’re doing and your cumulative progress at the end of each session. It flashes white to indicate the start and duration of every contraction. Hold the contraction while it is on and release as soon as it goes off.’

‘There is also a volume control on the right hand side of the device, so that you can adjust the sound level in case your neighbours are able to hear. Remember to keep the Monitor and the rods out of sight in the box when you are not using them.’

‘You will be disciplined for failing to maintain the schedule, so it’s important that you concentrate hard on the task throughout.’

‘To begin with, there will be two training sessions each day, morning and evening, both lasting fifteen minutes. More may be necessary depending on how much progress you make. You initiate the session by touching Green on the Guard’s request panel twice with your right index fingertip, so that it can be removed for the rod to be attached. The session begins twenty seconds after the Guard is re-fitted. At the end of the session the Guard will disengage automatically for the rod’s removal.’

 

‘You’ll assume three different positions to work your muscles, standing upright, then a half-squat, and finally a full squat, feet always eighteen inches apart and hands clasped behind your neck, elbows flexed, back straight and head up. You must move smoothly from one position to the next.’

‘Follow the movements of your image on the Monitor and its verbal instructions. If your arms, back, head, or legs are in an incorrect position they will flash red in the display and arrows will indicate where you are going wrong. A clit shock will result if you don’t adjust your posture quickly’.

The implants and Guard would constantly relay Victoria’s exact posture to the Monitor so that she could quickly be taught what was desired of her. It was remarkable how fast the women and girls in my Program were trained to obey and perform. Life was much easier for those who were compliant. Those that were stubborn or slow to learn were disciplined, those who complied were rewarded. It was the age old method of the carrot and the stick, albeit in a highly technological setting.

‘At the end of each session the indicator above the peak display will remain on for several seconds. Green indicates good, Amber satisfactory and Red unsatisfactory progress. If it displays Red the Guard will enter one of its disciplinary modes for three hours after the session ends - so you must avoid that at all costs. Replace the Guard as soon as the session is over, else the clit will suffer.’

‘The rods must be kept clean using the antibacterial solution immediately after use. The Monitor will indicate when it’s time for you to change to a thinner rod, which will only be when you’ve achieved the required standard. Failure to achieve the target within the designated time will result in your being disciplined and possibly in an extension of your time in the Program. The Guard will keep me informed of your progress on a daily basis.’

From the box I took out a hinged rule, nine inches in length, opening it out to its full eighteen inches. I placed it on the carpet in front of the Monitor, and told Victoria to stand with her feet at each end and her hands behind her neck as I had explained. I ensured she was standing to attention in the desired position.

Then I got her to ease herself down smoothly into the half-squat position, and finally into the full squat, knees fully spread. When I was satisfied after several tries that she could assume the positions correctly and move easily between them, I sat back on the couch.

‘I’ll observe your first training session, to see that you are doing it properly. Put your Guard on now’, I stated.

Victoria picked it up off the table, opened her legs further, flexed her knees, and bent forward to guide the pink rod into her cunt, I watched it slide in. Then she inserted the Guard’s tube into the glowing tip of her urethral implant, before smoothing the Guard’s flexible edges with her fingers and pushing its tail up between her ass cheeks.

A few seconds later the Monitor beeped, and a mature woman’s voice spoke in a commanding tone.

‘Victoria... you have three seconds to get into the Start position!’

Victoria quickly obeyed, almost jumping with surprise, standing to attention in front of the Monitor.

‘Contract your muscles now, hard - and hold!’ ordered the voice.

The Monitor’s indicator flashed too and I could see the concentration on Victoria’s face as she contracted her cunt muscles. A pleasing rainbow of colours appeared on the image of the rod. The peak display moved up a little, but not far, flickering somewhat as Victoria tried to hold the contraction as best as she could.

‘Release’, commanded the woman.

The indicator went off for three seconds, before the procedure was repeated several times.

I looked at her pretty face, eyes fixed intently on the Monitor, trying to make the peak display move further with each contraction, and spurred on by the woman’s authoritative orders.

After three or four minutes the indicator light flashed red, and the voice spoke sharply.

‘Squeeze harder!’

.Victoria gave a little ‘Ouch’ as the implant shocked the clit. She immediately redoubled her effort, clearly affecting the peak display positively.

‘Good’, commended the woman.

‘On the count of three, move to half-squat’, came the next order.

As the voice counted down, Victoria’s image on the Monitor changed to the half-squat position, not an easy one to hold, knees partly flexed and back straight, with head up. Victoria flexed her knees somewhat, but insufficiently.

‘Ass down further!’, came the rapid injunction, ‘... elbows back, tits out, head up!’

...and again she suffered a jolt in the clit which caused her face to darken, as she immediately adjusted her posture.

The commands, contractions, orders and exhortations continued for several minutes, while Victoria moved into the full-squat position, working her cunt muscles really hard. The peak display was at about thirty percent by this point. Occasionally the indicator flashed red, each time Victoria flinched, resuming with even greater effort showing on her face, trying not to displease the invisible woman’s voice.

I sat smiling and watched, relaxed.

After five minutes of squatting she was beginning to perspire, before moving back up to half-squatting for another two minutes, and finally back up to the upright position for the final six minutes. By this time she was getting into the rhythm quite well.

‘Stop!’ commanded the voice finally, ‘Session over. Your progress was satisfactory. Stand down!’ 

The Monitor’s indicator stopped flashing, and the device emitted two beeps to indicate the end of the session. The indicator showed Green.

Victoria visibly relaxed. She felt the Guard disengage, and lowered her hands to peel it off so as to remove the rod, which she placed on the table. Then she looked at me.

‘Put the Guard back on. You’ve only have a few seconds, then clean the rod with the antibacterial solution and put it and the Monitor back in the box. Stand in front of me when you’re ready’.

I watched while she completed the tasks.

‘That was quite well done’, I commended, ‘You achieved thirty-four percent on that first rod, which is not a bad start. You need to work a little more on holding the position, keeping your back straight and head up, eyes down looking at the Monitor. I know it’s hard, especially half-squatting, but you’ll soon get used to it. It’s essential that your posture be aesthetically pleasing throughout the session. The Monitor will be a little more demanding of you from now on.’

Victoria rolled her eyes at hearing that. It was obvious that she didn’t want to disobey the powerful disembodied voice that it contained.

‘Incidentally, the Monitor is very advanced - it has its own ‘brain’. The synthesized voice you heard is that of Christine. She works for the Company and is one of my senior Assistants. Her primary role is the training of recruits in the Program. She has years of experience when it comes to handling women and girls. You will be meeting her in person before long, when I’m satisfied that you have learnt the basics.’

‘Christine has very high standards which she expects all recruits to attain. She can be extremely demanding. If you meet her standards you will get along fine. If not, she can be very strict. She best knows how to discipline young women such as you. She’s a really tough cookie’.

‘I’d advise that you treat her with great respect, and instant obedience. Always address her as ‘Miss, or ‘Mistress’, never by her name - she’ll tell you which to use.  Never look her in the eyes, either. Keep looking down below her waist, unless she tells you otherwise.’

‘Speak only when you’re spoken to, or asked a question. She’ll be monitoring your progress indirectly until then, as your implant and the Monitor’s data can be accessed by her.’

I didn’t tell Victoria that I had quite a hard-on while watching her performance.

I picked up my case, placing it on my knee, with Victoria standing naked before me. I took out several items – a knee-length designer black dress with matching sheer embroidered skimpy bra, tiny panties, high heeled shoes and a small purse. I held the dress up in front of her. I could tell she liked it. Indeed, she would look wonderful in it. I placed them carefully on the couch.

The final item was a black leather case, with brass hasps. I showed her its contents arranged in sections – all the make-up she would require and three small perfume sprays. I lifted out the top tray, beneath were the tools needed to apply the make-up. Everything was of the highest quality. Then I took out a ten-by-eight inch photo of Victoria’s face and head, made up in the way I wanted. Attached to the photo was a comprehensive list of instructions of how to achieve that look.

‘You’ve three days to practice so that you’ll look exactly like this. On Saturday morning, you have an appointment at a top hairdressing salon – the address and time is on the sheet of instructions.’

‘Show the hairdresser this photo and ask him to style your hair in that fashion and colour. A manicure and pedicure will follow at the address which is also provided, with instructions for the manicurist. Both appointments have been charged to the Company’s account’, I explained.

‘I’ll be calling for you at eight pm on Saturday evening for a visit to the theatre, followed by dinner at one of the top restaurants in the city. Be ready wearing the dress and the matching underwear and shoes. Don’t forget to bring your penis attachment in your purse.’

‘I expect you to be on your very best behaviour. You will speak only when spoken to, deport yourself elegantly, smile, and no crude language. You will not address me as ‘Sir’ at the theatre or at the restaurant. Understood?’

‘Yes, Sir’, Victoria replied meekly.

Unfortunately, the Summary, Reviews and Ratings for Part 1 were lost when the site went down towards the end of 2009.

Summary

M/f, F/f, MF/f, FF/f, Sci-fi, modification, chastity

An obese young woman finds out to her cost the implications of her body modification. (Read Parts 1 and 2 first)

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 3

It’s been three years since the day that my life changed entirely. What has happened to me is beyond belief, and, what’s worse, I can’t tell anyone about it.

As you know, my name is Victoria, although I prefer to be called Vicky. My Supervisor insists on using my given name, and has instructed me to write this full account of how my life has changed since I met him. He has told me to be frank, and to describe my feelings, with no regard for the consequences.

It is now 2012 and I’m twenty-seven years of age. I was brought up as the only child of my widowed mother who passed away four years ago. For some reason, I don’t know why, I was always plump, even as a baby. Short and fat, I’m only five feet tall. By the time I reached secondary school my weight was becoming a serious problem. It’s not that I over-ate, I didn’t, but I gained weight anyway. The doctors whom my mother consulted all said it was a metabolic issue, and they advised some drug therapies and various diets, none of which had much effect.

They say that overweight people are genial and happy, but I certainly wasn’t. The boys didn’t find me attractive at school, and I only ever had one steady boyfriend for a matter of a few months. I was devastated when he left me for another girl, a slim one at that, when I was seventeen.

Despite it all I didn’t do too badly at school, managing to get to university to study history. My weight problem just got worse during those three years, and really affected my studies.

My mother couldn’t afford much, being widowed, so I found a job working behind a bar in a city pub most evenings and weekends. That didn’t help my studies much, and although I completed the course, I didn’t get a very good degree. Although I tried for a variety of jobs I had little success, so I continued working at the pub, which was part of a very large chain.

Eventually they offered me a promotion at their head office in the city centre. It was more money, not a lot, but had better prospects.  I took it, but the work was very boring. By this time I was really obese. It was affecting my heart and blood pressure. I was told by one consultant that gastric surgery was inevitable if I was to avoid a premature death.

I didn’t make friends at university or at the office, not that I didn’t want friendship. My female colleagues, they were almost all female, often made snide remarks behind my back, one or two were even more direct with their hurtful comments. I couldn’t report them to senior management, because I was afraid of the consequences, so I just put up with it. I was very miserable with little or nothing to look forward to, expect watching TV in my tiny flat in the evenings.

Worse still, my obesity didn’t affect my libido one bit. I was desperate for sex, and for a man. Virtually any man would have done at that point. I had to resort to playing with myself before I went to sleep. I had a drawer-full of sex toys which I used to good effect every night. I loved those multiple orgasms, dreaming of a handsome man coming to my rescue, and solving all my problems, as well as fucking me hard, of course.

I met my Supervisor, who I’ll call ‘Dave’ – that’s not his real name – but it’s what he told me to use in my writing – on that fateful Friday evening three years ago, almost to the week. I went to my favourite cafe for my usual latte, and found him sitting at ‘my’ table by the window. He was a perfect gentleman, inviting me to join him, and even saying that I was pretty. Little did I know what I was letting myself in for. Dave is a lot older than me, although I don’t quite know how old he actually is, but his hair is very grey. He doesn’t like me asking too many questions.

He told me that he worked for a company specialising in obesity and body modification, not involving surgery, dieting or drugs, and that they had a research program or something like that, which might be able to help me.

It seemed to be an opportunity which I couldn’t afford to miss. I agreed to meet him at his city office the following morning. 

After he left, that’s all I could think of, I was sure my life was going to change in a radical way. I lay awake almost all of that night thinking about the possibilities, and worrying that it might all come to nothing.

I got there early, and my heart fell when I found the place locked. Then I remembered that it was Saturday, so I waited. Eventually, along came Dave and we went up to his office where he explained that he has discussed me with his MD, and that they could enrol me in their latest experimental Program. Unbelievably they could waive the large deposit required, which I didn’t have.

Dave then explained, warned me even, that it would mean a lengthy commitment, and that I would have to hand over control of some aspects of my life to the Company, but that he would be my direct Supervisor throughout the time. He said that I would have to sign papers to that effect.

Of course, I was on top of the world, and would have agreed to anything at that point, as I was so desperate. I didn’t tell Dave, but I would even have slept with him, if I thought it would have led to my being accepted into the Program.

When I said I was willing to sign, he took me through into the Company’s research section in the same building to show me what they proposed doing to me. It was a weird place, very high tech, brilliantly lit. At first I couldn’t even see a thing, the light was so bright. I remember standing in a cone of blue light, and seeing real living near perfect images of myself, with all the fat removed, standing right before my eyes.

Dave told me to select the one which pleased me most. I couldn’t believe that I could look like that, but he reassured me that it was possible if I joined the Program, and agreed to the conditions in the document which I’d have to sign. He emphasized that I should consider the implications and commitments carefully before entering into an agreement.

Having seen the options, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. So I signed up there and then, although with hindsight I should have asked for some more details and read the papers more carefully.

I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, or how they were going to modify my body, but Dave said it could be done quickly. After signing up, he told me to strip off all my clothes, and empty my bag on to the desk where the papers had been signed. I couldn’t wait to get on with it. When I was naked, he handed me this tampon-shaped little object and told me to put into my pussy, which I did, and to stand in the blue light once more.

I’m not sure what happened next, but it all seemed very quick.  I saw a truly beautiful vision of myself standing in front of me. It seemed like a dream. She was smiling, and pointing at me, so I looked down, the blue light was gone, and there I was, my new slim self. I couldn’t contain my joy. I could even see my feet and my tits were perfect. All my dreams seemed to have come true.

Dave asked me to give him the object in my pussy, which I pulled out by its cord and handed to him.

After a few moments I realised that I’d have nothing to wear, as even the clothes I came in wouldn’t fit me. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw the selection of outfits Dave said the Company was going to provide for me.

I knew it was all too good to be true when he showed me an image of myself wearing the chastity device and went on to explain the implications it would have from then on for my life.

As you know, it’s called the Chastity-Guard Mark III. He said I would have to wear it during the time of my enrolment in the Program so as to ensure that I didn’t opt out, and that I complied with all the demands of his Company.

When he said I’d have to wear this thing covering my vagina, I was really pissed off. I was ready to walk out there and then – after all, I now had a perfect body. ‘Fuck him and his Company’, I thought. Wearing a chastity belt was really going too far!

Of course, they had been prepared for that eventuality all along. Dave explained how my body had been modified in other ways which would make it impossible for me to leave the Program, until the Company decided in its own good time.

He told me about this small implant, now part of my body, blocking my urethra, which would stop me peeing unless I was wearing the wretched Guard. He explained that it couldn’t be surgically removed without my being incontinent for the rest of my life, and that its removal would mean severing the nerves leading to my clit and vagina. I was horrified.

They had manufactured a Guard just to fit me, he said. He took it out of a desk drawer to show me. I’ve been wearing it for nearly three years! It’s flesh-coloured and textured just like my own skin. When worn its hardly visible. It’s shaped like a bikini bottom, covering my pubic mound, my cunt and asshole, with its tapering tail fitting between my ass cheeks.

Dave told me that I have thousands of tiny microscopic implants to which the edges of the Guard bind when it’s fitted.  On its inner side there’s a ridge which fits between my lips. A short little tube sticks out from it, which I have to stick into my pee-hole when I put the Guard back on. It locks into my implant, opening it, so that I can pee through the Guard.

My biggest shock came when Dave explained and showed me exactly how I had to pee from then on. I have to use a mini-cock made, he said, from my own genetic material, and formed in that thing I put into my vagina during my modification.

It really is just like a little penis. It’s about two inches long when fitted to the Guard, which I do when I feel the need to pee. It allows me to pee standing up.

I remember the first time Dave made me do it while he watched. He made me piss into a waste bin in his office. It was a really strange feeling. I pissed all over the floor before I got the hang of how to hold the little cock properly. He just sat there watching me.

The fucking Guard controls everything I do. I have to ask for permission every time I want to piss or shit by touching a sensor on the front of the Guard. Its hole won’t open for me to attach the cock without permission. Another hole opens for me to crap through too. I can’t even touch my asshole through it because the infernal thing stings my clit. Sometimes I’m made to wait for an hour or two.

When Iived at my own flat I had to remove the Guard for ten minutes every day so that I could clean my cunt. Not only does it stop me playing with my clit when I’m wearing it, but when it’s off there are tiny implants in my fingers which stung my clit like sharp pins if I brought them too close. I had to use cotton buds dipped in an anti-bacterial solution to clean around the clit and under my hood.

Once a week I had to use a solution containing alcohol, which burns. It was really awkward and fiddly. He took swabs whenever he visited to ensure that it was clean. If it wasn’t, I got punished in some way or other, which I’ll tell you about later. The rest of my cunt and ass had to be washed thoroughly and the Guard replaced before my clit got stung if I run out of time.

Of course, it was really frustrating that I couldn’t touch myself. I often felt it building up. The Guard sensed that somehow. Dave told me about some of the sensors it contains, and that my clit would start to itch like hell... and I mean LIKE HELL!.  I couldn’t get at it to rub it. I had to attach the little cock and jerk off like a boy to get relief.

It was really weird playing with a dick, and a pathetic little one at that. I had to hold it between my thumb and forefinger and jerk the foreskin up and down very quickly. It’s very sensitive. It only took a minute or two then ‘BANG’, I’d have an almighty orgasm and the cock shot out a load of greyish fluid all over the place. The itch in my clit disappeared but it didn’t do anything to satisfy the need I had for my cunt to be filled and pumped by a real big dick.

The first time I did it was in front of Dave, it went all over my face and tits. I didn’t know what it was. I still find it disgusting. It smells and tastes like cum, but Dave says it doesn’t contain sperm. I was allowed to play with it once a day, no more, and then only if I’d been obedient. It was torture if I wasn’t allowed to cum when my clit itched like mad. I’d do anything to stop it.

Then there were the training sessions. At first it involved strengthening my vaginal muscles. I had to do those every day by attaching rods of different thicknesses to my Guard and go through a timed routine, monitored by a little device which told me exactly what to do. It punished me if I didn’t get it right. At first my entire tummy ached, but within a few days I could grip the rod with my muscles so that it wouldn’t fall out even when I stood with my legs parted. Dave was pleased with my progress as I worked my way to using the thinnest one.

I could only wear the make-up and clothes he gave me. He was very strict about that. I had to practise for hours to get it absolutely right, because he wanted me to look stunning. Once or twice, after he’d given me notice, he’d take me out to an expensive restaurant followed by the theatre or the ballet, dressed and made-up exquisitely according to his instructions. I looked young enough to be his daughter, or even his grand-daughter, and it often turned quite a lot of heads.

Dave told me that there were many other women in the Program, several of them wearing Guards just like mine, and that one day I would probably meet some of them. I hadn’t realised quite what he had in mind.

****

Eighteen months ago I was told to expect a visit one evening at seven, and to be prepared. That meant having a shower, cleaning my cunt in the usual way and replacing the Guard.  Naked, I had to kneel facing the door with my knees spread wide, back straight, hands clasped behind my neck, elbows back, head up, and eyes to the front ten minutes before his arrival. He was very fussy about such details.

He arrived on the dot, but on this occasion he was accompanied by a woman. I had never set eyes on her before. She looked Afro-Caribbean, but light skinned with a perfect complexion and regular features, late thirties or early forties, I guessed. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit, with a white blouse. She and Dave walked around me and commented as if I wasn’t there. I had to hold my position without moving. I felt silly, embarrassed even, having a fully-dressed woman looking at my body. She had a hard stare that made me feel very uncomfortable.

‘Stand up’, she said quietly but firmly after a couple of minutes.

I jumped to my feet and stood very straight. I instantly recognised her voice from the training monitor that Dave had given me. It was that of Christine, his assistant. She proceeded to examine me starting with my face, then my eyes, stretching my eyelids up with her fingers, which then moved down to my lower lip.

‘Open.. wide..’, was the next command. She probed my mouth and teeth, before holding my tongue between finger and thumb, stretching it out and twisting it a little, not painfully, before releasing it.

My tits and nipples were next, which she brushed with a finger tip making me quiver. She looked at Dave and gave a cold smile.

Her hand dropped down my tummy to the top of my Guard. She touched the panel, and removed it, throwing it aside, before probing my vulva, gently pinching my clit. It was unbelievably sensitive as it hadn’t been touched by a finger in more than two months. It was difficult for me to stand still. Her fingers slipped off my clit and into my vagina, whilst she looked straight into my eyes. I was afraid of her, and immediately looked down and away. She frightened me. I had never been touched intimately by a woman. She behaved as if she owned me.

‘Christine’, she said in a low voice, ‘Mistress Christine..’ as she removed her two fingers and I watched them, glistening with my wetness, coming up to my lips.

‘Lick them clean’, she hissed.

My tongue stretched out and I licked them eagerly as I was afraid to displease her. After a few moments she withdrew them.

She turned to Dave, ‘Excellent!  She’s small but well proportioned, pretty face, obedient, submissive and responsive. She’s the Junior I’m looking for’.

Christine pointed to the Guard on the floor, ‘Get down, put it on, crawl to the sofa, and kneel’.

As I complied, she and Dave sat, as I crawled over and resumed my kneeling position. Christine sat with her legs crossed

Dave started the ball rolling. ‘I’m very pleased with your development, Victoria. The good news is that you’ll be moving to new accommodation on Saturday. I’ve already given notice to your landlord. Your rent from now on will be deducted from your account and paid direct to the Company as it owns the property you’re moving into.

He handed me a little card, ‘Be at that address by ten o’clock, bringing your clothes and personal effects. You’ll need to notify your employer and your bank of the change of address. Mistress Christine and I will be there to see that you settle in properly.’

‘Is that understood, girl?’ asked Christine pointedly. Still with eyes lowered, her high heeled shoe inches from my face, I whispered, ‘Yes.. Mistress’.

She brought her shoe forward pressing against my lips, and into my mouth. Instinctively I started licking. She withdrew it slowly, moving it so that the sole was against my lips and I continued to lick. I’d closed my eyes without thinking, as she manipulated her foot so that I had the stiletto heel in my mouth.

‘Look, concentrate on what you’re doing’,  as she fucked my mouth with the heel of her shoe.

Suddenly she withdrew it, as if bored, and stood quickly. The older Dave rose too but more slowly ruffling my hair as he passed. They both left, leaving the door ajar.

I looked at the address on the card. It was within walking distance, but on the edge of town. I’d need to take a cab as my bags would be heavy.

The House

I arrived at the address just before ten. It was stone built, of uncertain age, detached, in its own grounds, and on three floors, with steps leading up to the front door. There was a keypad beside the bell. I checked my watch and pressed the button. I couldn’t hear it chime.

A couple of minutes passed before the door was opened by a young woman, barely out of her teens, if that. She wore a tiny brown leather halter top over her small chest, and a very short matching skirt which hardly reached her crotch. Her heels were at least five inches. Like me, she was a slim petite brunette with piercing dark brown eyes. Without a word, she beckoned me to follow down the hallway though an inner door to a sitting room, where I found another, older, taller woman standing waiting, with a hefty suitcase and a large bag.

‘Stand here, don’t talk’, the leather clad young woman ordered, as she left the room.

We looked at each other. She raised her eyebrows to indicate that she didn’t know what to expect. I shrugged my shoulders in response, putting my bag and suitcase down. We both smiled tentatively. It was strange having to be silent.

I looked around, without moving, even though we hadn’t been told to stand still. It was a large room, with three huge leather sofas, and matching armchairs.  The floor was polished wood, the oak furniture expensive, with a couple of tall bookshelves and original watercolour landscape paintings on the walls. The centrepiece was a big veined marble fireplace. A picture window looked out onto a sizeable garden with a wide lawn, a couple of mature trees and a lot of shrubbery. In the distance I could see what appeared to be stables.

This was to be my new home, it seemed

I wondered how long we’d be kept waiting. It must have been at least ten minutes before Dave and Christine arrived, followed by the young brunette. Christine wore a black knee length figure-hugging dress, with gold-effect belt, matching shoulder bag and high heels. She strode confidently into the room, her heels emphasising her dominant personality.

‘Victoria’, Dave said, indicating me to the older woman. I nodded, afraid to smile. Dave looked at me, ‘Anne’, he said, pointing with his hand. Anne reciprocated without saying a word.

Christine stood up and interjected briskly, ‘This is your new home. Dave and I will be staying only long enough to see that you’re both settled in.  She put her hand on the young woman’s shoulder, ‘Brooke is your House Mistress. You will address her as “Miss”. She is responsible for discipline and reports directly to me. You’ll be shown your rooms, and given a tour of the rest of the House. Brooke will explain everything, and answer any questions you have. I’ll be back later this afternoon to see that all is in order’.

Dismissing us she strode out, murmuring something to Dave as they left, but I couldn’t make out what she said.

‘Come with me, bring your stuff’, ordered Brooke as she turned for the door.

She stopped half way along the hallway, and to my surprise there was an elevator. I wondered why one was needed as I’d seen a stairway near the front door. The elevator doors opened.  It was small, with room only for two.

‘In with your bags, first floor, get out and wait for me’. It was a tight fit. I noticed that the elevator had buttons for four floors and a basement. The house was bigger than it seemed.

On the landing were two pairs of doors on each side. Brooke stopped at the first, keyed a number into the pad on the door, heaved it open, glanced at Anne. ’In’, she ordered brusquely.

She moved a few paces along to the second door, opened it in the same way and signalled for me to follow.

It was a small bedroom, with single bed, wardrobe, small chest of drawers, an upholstered armchair, a window with blinds and curtains and a door in the left hand wall. There was a small flat screen TV on the chest and a phone on a tiny bedside cabinet.

‘Put them down’, Brooke said, pointing at my things, ‘Come’.

She opened the side door and we walked through a fully tiled bathroom and straight out through another door in the opposite wall, where Anne was standing beside her cases waiting. She turned to face us both.

‘Strip! Fold your clothes on the bed. Hurry up, I haven’t got all day!’ she snapped.

Anne hesitated at being ordered to undress by a girl half her age. Brooke gave her a withering stare, ‘Move it!’

I was obviously fitter than Anne, as Brooke and I waited for her to remove her bra and pants. To my surprise Anne was wearing a Guard too, and I could see that she’d noticed mine. For her age, she didn’t have a bad figure, although her tits drooped a little. She was altogether quite an attractive woman with grey-green eyes and pretty features. Her hair was dyed a mousey colour, not quite reaching to the nape of her neck.

Her bedroom was larger than mine, having a double bed, but otherwise the furniture and decor was identical in colour and style, including the bed linen, which was plain.

Brooke sat on the bed, beside our folded clothes, indicating with her right hand to the floor in front of her, ‘Kneel’.

Anne and I complied. She had been taught to kneel in the same way.

‘Look at me. I don’t intend to repeat anything, so listen carefully, and learn.You got that?’

She looked at Anne, ‘Yes’... Brooke raised her eyebrows glaring at her... ‘Yes, ...what?’

....’Miss’ mumbled Anne quickly. Brooke’s eyes turned to me questioningly.

‘Yes, Miss’ I responded without hesitation.

She looked back at Anne, ‘Don’t keep me waiting ever again, and speak up, understood?’

‘Yes, Miss’ came a much louder and quicker response.

‘This is a Company House. It is one of several. I’m responsible for everyone here and for seeing that things run smoothly. As of today thirteen women, including me, live here. I’ll explain how things work. There’s a lot for both of you to learn. If you have any questions they’ll have to wait until I’ve finished the tour of the House.’

‘Except for me, the residents are paired into Seniors and Juniors. Anne, you are the Senior, and Victoria is the Junior. Juniors obey Seniors. Seniors and Juniors obey Me. I report to Mistress Christine’.

‘Each pair has adjacent rooms separated by a wet room. Four of you live on this floor, four on the floor above, and four on the third floor. It’s simple. You will each be given different numeric codes for your bedroom doors, and for the front entrance. Each resident has a different code so that track is kept centrally of all comings and goings. You will also be given a key to the front door. The key and code must be used together for that door. Security here is paramount’.

‘My self-contained apartment is in the hallway immediately within and to the right of the inner hallway door. In the outer hallway is the door to the guest bedroom. Only residents and Company personnel are allowed beyond the outer hall. What happens within is to be entirely confidential, and must not be discussed with anyone outside of this building. Next to my apartment door is the door to the examination and discipline room, which opens directly off my personal sitting room. If you are required to attend for any reason, you kneel outside in the hallway until I’m ready for you’.

‘All the rooms are fitted with internal phones. Permission is required to dial an outside line. The rooms are wired for intranet, and access to the internet is possible with my approval. There is cctv activated by sound and movement in every room, including the wet rooms. It is constantly recorded twenty four hours a day. It feeds into my apartment and sent in encrypted form to Mistress Christine and Company HQ.’

‘Each resident is responsible for keeping her own room clean. Juniors see to the wet rooms. Cleaning equipment and materials are in a broom cupboard on each landing. There is a rota for cleaning common areas posted in the dining area. On the ground floor is a communal sitting room with large screen satellite TV, and hi-fi equipment, for use during recreational periods. Beyond the sitting room is the kitchen-dining area, with sufficient appliances for all residents. There is a rota for ordering the shopping online which is delivered from a local outlet. Each resident’s bank account is deducted monthly for rent together with an allowance for food, domestic supplies and utilities.’

‘The temperature is kept at an even 70 degrees, as there is a no clothing rule at all times for residents. It does not apply to me. You are allowed to dress in your room immediately before you leave for work, and you will undress immediately you return to your room at the end of your working day. The elevator is only to be used in certain circumstances, which will be explained to you later.’

‘The attic on the fourth floor serves as a gym, and has an extensive range of fitness equipment. It is also used for group training purposes. You will be given an exercise programme to follow throughout your time here. Physical fitness is a priority. The machines are capable of monitoring each resident’s progress and will send me periodic reports. The Basement is a fully-fitted dungeon, punishment, and strict confinement room. You’ll see it later.’

‘The rules are simple. The first and most important is unquestioning and immediate obedience. Permission to speak to me is required which you get by raising your hand, otherwise speak only when spoken to. Chatting is allowed in bedrooms and communal areas, but bear in mind that conversations are monitored and recorded. Voices must never be raised’.

Brooke rose and walked into the wet room, ‘Follow’, she called over her shoulder.

‘You will shower daily, and more frequently as required or if told to do so’.

‘Your daily cleansing routine will change whilst you live here. Living on your own, you were responsible for keeping your body spotless. Here, each pair is responsible one for the other.’

Anne and I glanced at each other with slightly raised eyebrows.

Brooke pointed to a cabinet on the wall and looked at me, ‘That contains all the materials you will need. Victoria, as Junior, you will ensure it’s fully stocked at all times.’

I nodded my understanding.

She pointed to one of the two small peculiar leather benches sticking out from the wall, some eighteen inches from the floor, about three feet in length and eighteen inches wide.

She raised her hand to the wall above it where there hung a small plaque with a capital ‘A’ on it.

This is ‘Anne’s bench’ Brooke continued, ‘Yours, Victoria is there’ she pointed to the opposite wall where I could see the letter ‘V’ on an identical plaque above a similar bench. Fixed to the wall below the plaque but above the bench was a series of four hinged clasps in a horizontal line.

Brooke beckoned to Anne.

‘Get on your back on the bench head to the wall!’

Anne obeyed. With difficulty Brooke lifted her legs off the floor, putting her right ankle against the outermost right clasp on the wall behind her, which closed automatically around the ankle. Quickly and expertly Brooke fixed her left ankle similarly on the left side, leaving her legs spread wide bent right back. Reaching inwards she raised Anne’s wrists above her head to the two inner clasps which clicked shut. Anne was left secured helplessly with her ass slightly lifted off the front of the bench. It was not a comfortable position. I watched with trepidation.

Brooke stepped over to the cabinet, opened its mirrored door and removed something. I couldn’t see what it was, only a black strap. She reached for Anne’s hair and pulled her head up, and turning to me said,

‘Hold it up’

I grasped Anne’s hair, as she looked up wildly at me, not knowing what was going to happen.

Brooke pinched Anne’s nostrils with her finger and thumb. ‘Open your mouth, bitch!’ she snarled.

Anne quickly complied, and as she did so, Brooke pushed a red plastic penis, at least two and a half inches in length, into her mouth, fixing it behind her neck with the attached straps, before stepping back, and indicating for me to release her head. Anne didn’t like the gag, clearly never having worn one before. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head trying to expel it, all the while making gurgling noises. I noticed that it looked like a ball in her mouth with holes for her to breathe through. When worn it was impossible to tell that her mouth was filled with a red plastic cock.

Brooke went back to the cabinet and returned with something else. It was a ring, about an inch and a half in diameter, with straps.

‘This is a ring-gag’ she explained, ‘Everyone must wear one or the other while on the bench. Otherwise it’s a disciplinary offence for the pair of you. It’s best to fit the gag before getting on the bench, but I put it on her afterwards because I guessed she’d panic’.

Brooke grinned broadly. She thought herself a great judge of female character.

‘Now, let’s get down to business’, Brooke continued. ‘From today your Guard’s green removal sensor will respond only to your partner’s right index finger tip, and no longer to your own’.

‘Victoria, try it and see’.

I reached out and touched the sensor on Anne’s Guard, and discovered I could peel it away easily. I did it as gently as I could. It was quite a bit bigger and heavier than mine, as Anne was altogether a larger woman, even if she was slim.

‘Place it on her tummy, for now, and get down on your knees’, Brooke ordered.

I had never seen a woman so naked and exposed before. I could see everything inches away from my face, even her puckered asshole, as her rump was slightly raised.

‘You’d better get used to it, girl’, Brooke commented, ‘you’ll be seeing it every day’.

‘Have you ever seen or touched one before?’ she asked.

‘No, Miss’, I answered, shaking my head.

‘Right then, let’s get you acquainted. Spread her lips with your fingers and take a good look. Get in closer. Tentatively I placed my fingers on Anne’s outer labia and stretched them open gently, moving my face less than a foot away.

‘Wider, as wide as they’ll go, no need to be gentle, cunts are quite tough things’, Brooke explained nonchalantly, as if it was quite a normal thing to do.

I held her vulva wide open and stared. I’d seen myself in the mirror a few times, but this was so different. I’d never been sexually attracted to a woman, but it was fascinating nevertheless to have such a private part so exposed and open to me.  I’d thought about it once or twice earlier in life and considered I might find it repulsive, but I was more than a little curious when confronted with this one.

Her cunt was very different to mine, even though it had the same basic features. She had quite long floppy thin inner lips which protruded a lot. They were darker along their edges. Mine were much smaller and more delicate. She was completely depilated, as I was, since the Guard prevented hair growth. The adjacent areas were cleanly shaved too. She must have done it earlier that morning. She had couple of tiny dark moles here and there, one on her left inner lip. Brooke had me stretch each lip out as far as they’d go, and both at the same time. Her cunt looked like a butterfly.

Brooke said, ‘Put you two fingers right in and move them in and out’. I immediately slipped them up to the knuckles into her silky warm vagina. It wasn’t moist but because she wasn’t tight it wasn’t difficult. Again, it felt so different to my own.

‘Flex your muscles for Victoria to feel’, she said to Anne.

I felt the woman clench, but not that firmly. I guessed age didn’t help in that respect. I wondered if Anne had been fucked a lot, or even given birth.

‘Good, eh?’ enquired Brooke.

‘Not, bad, Miss’, I responded, not wanting to get Anne into any further trouble, neither wanting to mislead Brooke, lest she find out by checking for herself.

‘Keep squeezing and releasing, woman’, continued Brooke.

Brooke leant over and pulled Anne’s hood upwards exposing her clit, while I was finger fucking her and she was clenching every couple of seconds. Fascinated, I watched her flick the clit with her thumb, as Anne attempted to wriggle to escape the irritating touch. She was making thin noises all the while. Brooke stood up and back.

‘You do it now’.

I removed my fingers, exposed the clit again, and flicked it with my thumb until Brooke told me to do it faster. I guessed Anne’s clit was very sensitive as she seemed to be begging me to stop although I couldn’t make out what she was trying to say – the penis in her mouth made meaningful talk impossible. Brooke was enjoying the older woman’s embarrassment and discomfort.

Finally she said, ‘Enough’ and I stopped instantly.

Brooke knelt down beside me and spread Anne’s lips wide by holding the inner labia with fingers and thumbs.

‘Can you see her pee-hole?’, she asked.

‘Yes, Miss’, I replied.

‘Touch it with the tip of your pinkie’

‘It’s got an implant in it, just like yours’, she added, ‘can you see it?’

Try as I might I couldn’t see it, all the flesh in Anne’s vulva looked the same.

Push your fingertip in’, she whispered so quietly, I doubted Anne could hear.

I did, and Anne jerked.

‘Further’

I pushed it in nearly as far as my knuckle. Anne wasn’t happy at all as she pulled against her restraints.

‘That’s it, in and out a few times!’, she urged.

‘Good girl!’ Brooke grinned at me.

She got up and brought back a small tray with the cleansing materials. A bowl of water, an antibacterial dispenser, some paper towels, and a few cotton buds.

‘Right, clean her up, make sure she smells good too. Do it in exactly the same way as you cleaned yours. I’ll be back in a few minutes to check.

I got on with the job after she’d gone. Washing Anne’s cunt was easier than doing my own. I thought it would have been easier just to do it all with my fingers, since there was no problem touching her clit, but I was afraid Brooke would be annoyed.

I carefully and thoroughly cleaned the clitoris and hood with the bud, washed her vagina out with my fingers, and probed the pee-hole with another bud, which again Anne didn’t like at all. Her asshole was easy to do too. Then I dried her right off. To make sure I brought my nose as close as I could and it smelled perfectly clean.

I wiped down her Guard inside and out, using buds to clean the urethral tube. Its ridge was a different shape to mine, because Anne’s vulva was so much bigger. Her pee-hole was bigger too. The Guard’s tube was correspondingly wider and longer. Putting it on couldn’t be much fun for her. I didn’t have much sensation in my pee-hole, although it does get sore sometimes when I fit my Guard.

When I’d finished I knelt before Anne’s cunt with my knees spread, hands behind neck, tits out, even though Brooke hadn’t told me to adopt that position. I hoped that she’d be pleased with me.

Presently Brooke returned. ‘Good girl, nice position. Stand now’.

I stood to one side. Brooke knelt and smelled Anne’s cunt very carefully. She put her nose tight in between the labia, exposed the clit, sniffed it, then her asshole.

‘Well done, nice job, Victoria’.

I blushed a little, but felt pleased, even though it was a slip of a girl, at least eight years my junior, praising me for carrying out such an intimate assignment on a much older woman.

‘Now we have to replace her Guard, before she’s released’.

Brooke handed me Anne’s Guard.

‘Put her Guard’s tube up close to her pee-hole, see what happens, and then fit it’.

I brought the urethral tube near her vulva. I raised my eyebrows as it and the pee-hole glowed quite brightly. Gingerly I inserted the tube. The ridge seemed to be pulled into her vulva slowly from my fingers. I watched fascinated as her thin inner labia wrapped themselves outwards towards the edge of the Guard as the microscopic implants pulled them into the correct position. I realised what a brilliant piece of technology it was. Finally I ran my fingers around the edges of the Guard to ensure it was fully engaged with her skin at every point. It matched her skin tone and texture perfectly and was barely visible from more than a couple of feet away. I knelt back and looked at Brooke, who nodded, visibly pleased.

‘Reach over and touch the rightmost ankle clasp with your index finger’

I did, and all four clasps immediately sprang open.

‘Anne’s bench restraints will only respond to your finger and to mine’, Brooke said.

‘When her ankles and wrists are placed against them they close automatically, so she can lock herself in position, if ordered. It’s a useful function’

‘Get up, bitch’, Brooke ordered. I figured she might have taken a dislike to Anne, but I wasn’t sure.

Anne stood. She seemed deflated and wasn’t standing upright. In a flash Brooke slapped her hard right across her cheek.

‘Don’t you dare slouch in my presence, you lazy cunt’, she snapped.

Anne staggered back, but quickly straightened to attention.

‘Shoulders back, get those saggy tits out, hands to the back, you worthless piece of shite’, Brooke screamed.

Anne’s chest was heaving by now, and she was dribbling around the gag.

‘Take that plastic cock out of her dirty mouth’, Brooke snapped at me.

I reached up behind Anne’s neck and unfastened the straps, withdrawing the red penis, dripping with saliva, from between her lips. Anne worked her jaw for a few moments.

She waited a minute or so for Anne to recover from her ordeal, then took the penis gag from me and gave it to her.

‘Right, it’s Victoria’s turn now. Fit the gag, slut’

Anne gave me a furtive apologetic look, stepped behind me and brought the penis to my lips. After the slap Anne had been given, I had already decided I wasn’t going to be a problem. I opened my mouth wide. It wasn’t quite wide enough. I hadn’t realised how big the fucking thing was. It filled my mouth, and strained my jaw. My mouth had to be smaller than her’s. The penis went right to the back, and I felt that I might choke on it as Anne fastened the straps tightly behind my neck, drawing the hateful thing even further in. It made me want to swallow and it held my tongue right down so that it could hardly move. It was horrible and I could just about breathe through the small hole that ran though the penis to the ball at the front. It was easier to breathe through my nose. I hoped that I never had a cold which blocked my nostrils. I had slight panicky feelings all the time it was in my mouth.

Brooke pointed to the other bench and I walked across to it, sat, and lay back with my head up against the tiles. Brooke looked at Anne, expectantly. Without hesitation this time, she lifted my arms up and placed my wrists in the inner pair of clasps which snapped shut. My legs quickly followed. I made it easier for her by lifting them up into position myself, but as it was difficult to see properly, Anne guided my ankles into place, and I was fully secured. I hadn’t realised how desperately uncomfortable the position was until I found myself in it. I felt utterly at their mercy.

‘Kneel. I’m gonna watch you do it and you’d better get it right first time, or I’ll have your ass later. You saw how Victoria did it. You do exactly the same. Hear me?’, Brooke hissed at Anne.

‘Yes, Miss’ she replied quickly, as she knelt in front of my crotch. I could barely see her. Brooke was watching everything like a hawk

Anne touched my Guard and peeled it away, placing it on my tummy. She seemed to have forgotten what to next’.

‘Are you stupid? Examine her, get to know her cunt as if it was your own!’

‘Haven’t you seen and touched one before? How old are you?’

‘Yes I have, Miss, I’m forty-one, Miss’.

‘How many have you played with, quite a few I expect?’

‘Only one, Miss’

Only one, and you’re forty-one? That’s pathetic! You’ll get to know quite a few while you’re here’.

‘How old were you and who was she?’

‘She was a close friend and we were at Law School together’, Anne replied. ‘She seduced me and we went to bed. It was over twenty years ago, I never did it again, Miss’.

‘Not quite the lesbian slut then. Get on with it and stop wasting time’.

I felt my lips being spread wide apart and Anne’s breath somewhere close to my cunt. I’d never had a woman, other than a doctor, examine me before, and never in such an exposed position as this. She seemed to be looking at me for quite a long time. My hood was stretched up, and suddenly my clit was being flicked rapidly. I couldn’t tell how she was doing it, but my bud was amazingly sensitive. I felt like I was a huge clitoris.

‘Stop’ uttered Brooke, ‘finger fuck her now’.

I felt Anne’s fingers entering me. They seemed to slip in easily, so I guessed the clit flicking had done its job. Anne was clumsy and rough. She worked her fingers in and out vigorously. I realised that I wanted her to rub my clit at the same time, but there was no chance of that.

‘Right Victoria, clench away’.

I squeezed Anne’s fingers as hard as I could, and continued to clench and release as she plunged her fingers in and out.

‘Is she tight?’, Brooke asked.

Yes, very, Miss’

‘Out and stop’. Anne immediately withdrew her fingers, and I stopped clenching.

‘Find her pee-hole, test it for size. It’s small, so put your pinkie in your mouth first before you insert it’, interjected Brooke.

I grimaced at the thought of the inevitable. I didn’t know how big Anne’s pinkie was and I didn’t want to look. I felt it probe above the entrance to my vagina. Perhaps Anne wasn’t that familiar with female genital anatomy despite her student experience just as I wasn’t. But she found it alright. I felt it pressing right at the entrance. I hoped she’d be gentle, but no chance. She pushed it right in and I screamed and bucked.

Brooke grinned, ‘Sharp fingernails, eh? Go on, give her a little gentle pee-hole fuck, ease it open a bit’.

Anne’s little finger slid in and out of my urethra. It seemed to go on forever. Any sexual excitement I’d had a moment earlier was entirely dissipated. This was really unpleasant. I was afraid I’d pee all over her. I thought she’d pushed it all the way in, but she told me later it only went as far as the second joint.

I gasped with relief when Brooke called a halt.

Anne got on with the cleansing while Brooke stayed to watch. It didn’t take long, except that Brooke had her fuck me in the pee-hole with the bud as well. Thankfully it wasn’t quite as excruciating as the finger.

When she’d finished washing me, she bent forward to smell my crotch and ass. Brooke quickly leant forward grasped the back of her neck with one hand and pushed her head with the other right into my vulva. I could feel her mouth and nose against me. She couldn’t breathe, but was afraid to struggle.

‘Tongue her, I wanna hear it’, Brooke laughed. She adjusted Anne’s head slightly, and I felt her tongue probing my vagina.

‘Do it properly, bitch!’, growled the young woman, as she slapped Anne hard across her buttock. Anne’s tongue quickly got to work. I wondered how long it was. It was difficult to tell as it flicked in and out of my cleft.

‘Tongue the clit now’, was the next command. Anne rapidly moved onto my bud. I felt her hot tongue lapping around and over it. I’d never had it licked by anyone before, not even by my one-time boyfriend. It was definitely arousing, even in the desperately uncomfortable position I was in. Soon I didn’t want it to stop. I saw Brooke look down at me, as if waiting. She grinned.

‘Tongue fuck’, she ordered Anne.

I gave an inward groan as the clit-lapping stopped and the tongue pulled away. Brooke noticed the expression on my face, as she pressed Anne’s mouth against my vagina, encouraging greater effort. The tongue fucking kept me on the boil but was frustrating.

The command, ‘Clit’, was followed by the wonderful sensation again. I was going to have an almighty orgasm any second.

‘Off, bitch’, nearly had me screaming with frustration.

‘Guard on’, ordered Brooke. Anne quickly replaced it but rather clumsily, causing me to buck when she engaged its tube in my pee-hole. Brooke slapped her ass again warning her to take care, and not to damage me or the Guard.

Soon I was released from the bench and the hateful plastic penis removed from my mouth. My jaw was really stiff and it ached for a while afterwards.

Brooke took us back to Anne’s room, and had us kneeling before her.

‘I’ve had better pairs than you two, but I guess you’ll learn’.

‘You’, gesturing to Anne, ‘are a real stupid dumb ass. I don’t know why Mistress Christine nominated you as Senior, but I’m going to reverse it until I get confirmation from her later today. So, Victoria, this is your room now, and Anne is your subordinate. If you get any problems with her, let me know about it, and I’ll deal with her, understood?’

‘Yes, Miss’, I responded

‘What, are you an ingrate, Victoria?’

‘Thank you, Miss’ I quickly replied. I never wanted to incur this fiery young woman’s wrath.

And that was only the first hour in the Company House. A hell of a lot more was to come.

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 4

Brooke glanced at her watch.

‘It’s time for my lunch, you’ll be eating with the others later’, she exclaimed rising from the bed.

‘You have two hours before I return, to get your things unpacked and stowed away neatly. Then you’ll both shower together. Victoria ensure that Anne is spotless and that her room and things are tidy. I’ll be back to check myself. I want to find you both kneeling in this room when I come, understood?’

‘Yes Miss’, we chimed, as she left closing the door behind her.

Anne and I got up.

‘Phew’, she said, ‘that was dreadful!  What happened in there was the most humiliating and painful experience of my life. That slip of a girl has no right to treat us like that. Did you see what she did and how she spoke to me?’

‘Yes’, I replied, ‘but we’d better be careful what we say, remember she told us that every room is monitored for sound and there are cameras in every room. Perhaps she’s listening now to what we’re saying. I don’t want to piss her off’.

Anne looked shocked, visibly paled, putting her hand to her mouth, ‘Fuck, I forgot about that’.

I looked around the room, and indeed in the far corner, pointing towards the bed and us, was a small TV camera. I touched Anne discretely and drew her attention to it. She nodded.

I walked to the door, intending to look along the landing, but when I tried the handle it wouldn’t budge. We were locked in.

Turning back to Anne, ‘We’d best do as we’re told then’, I said, ‘in case she comes back sooner’.

‘I’ll get my things sorted’, she said, ‘I brought too much stuff with me, including a lot of casual things to wear around the house, but it seems I won’t need them’.

‘I’ll come and fetch you when I’m ready to shower’, I replied, as she walked through the door of the wet room.

Like Anne’s, my room had a chest of drawers, with a rectangular mirror fixed to the wall above it, and an upright wooden chair, with an upholstered seat, beside it against the wall.

It didn’t take long for me to unpack and stow my clothes and few personal things away. In one of the drawers of the chest I found a small laptop, with a sticker attached on which was printed, ‘DO NOT USE WITHOUT PERMISSION’. In another I found a hair dryer. I placed it on top of the chest ready for the shower. The bottom drawer contained a set of white towels. I picked up the largest and placed it on the bed.

The wooden bed had no duvet, or cover, with only a white sheet over the mattress and two plain white pillows. Looking more carefully I noticed that a number of large steel screw ‘eyes’ were fixed at the top of each leg. I moved the pillows to one side, and two more were embedded at intervals across the top. I wondered what they were for.

Carrying the towel, I walked through to Anne’s room to find her busily hanging her clothes in the wardrobe, with two empty cases on the bed.

‘Nearly done’, she said.

‘You’d better check the drawers to make sure they’re tidy, I don’t want her to get mad at you too’.

I did, finding her things immaculately folded, including a lot of expensive looking sexy lingerie.

The wardrobe was perfectly arranged, with her shoes in pairs below her hanging garments. It was clear that she could look very smart when dressed to kill.

I looked at my watch, which was the only thing I was wearing.

‘Although we’ve got plenty of time, we’d best get showered’, I said.

‘You’re the boss now’, Anne commented. ‘She made it clear that I’m to do as I’m told’.

‘That applies to us both’, I replied.

I was feeling a little sorry for her, as she’d had a pretty bad experience with Brooke. I removed my watch placing it on the chest. I picked up the large towel, took her hand in mine and led her into the wet room.

‘Damn’, she said, ‘Now I need to pee’.

She let go of my hand and darted into her room, returning with a hinged chrome cylindrical case. My eyes widened when she pressed its clasp, and took out a full-sized penis.  On seeing my surprise, she exclaimed, ‘Haven’t you got one of these damned things?’

‘Sort ... of ..’, I grimaced. I walked through to my bedroom, returning with the small penis holder that I carried in my handbag, and brought it in to show her. When I took out the tiny cock, her eyes widened with amazement, and she giggled, ‘Oh my god, I thought they’d be the same size’.

We held the two side by side, the difference was striking. Anne’s was at least twice the length and about six times the girth of mine.

‘I’ve had to use it to pee for over six months’, said Anne, ‘I still can’t get used to it’.

‘It’s been three years for me’, I replied, ‘although to be honest it isn’t that bad. I find it easier and quicker to pee standing up. I’ve forgotten to take it with me a couple of times though, if I’ve changed my bag, and that has been real nuisance at work, as I couldn’t pee all day!’

‘Can I have a look at it?’ she asked, and I handed it to her, and she gave me her’s to hold.

I noticed the difference immediately; it was much heavier than mine, although identical in every other respect except size and weight. It wasn’t circumcised, and I pulled its foreskin back to see the head, which was fairly bulbous.

Anne held my little penis between her finger and thumb, stretching the little foreskin back and forth over the glans, like a toy.

‘I can’t imagine playing with one as tiny as this’, she said. ‘I have to jerk off with that thing to get any sexual satisfaction most of the time’, pointing to the large one in my hand, ‘at least it’s easy to grip, if not hard work’.

‘I feel silly, childish really’,  I replied, ‘rubbing it up and down between my finger and thumb. Quite often it slips out, and I have to do it more slowly’.

We looked at each other, and rolled our eyes upwards.

‘I must pee, I’m desperate now’, said Anne.

She touched the red sensor on her guard with her fingertip, and held the large penis in place. Nothing happened.

‘Shit!’, she said, ‘I can’t wait an hour before trying again, maybe that little bitch is punishing me’.

‘Hold on’, I said, ‘Your green sensor responds to my finger now, let me try it on your red one...’

I stretched out my hand and touched it gently. Anne looked down and saw the orifice open in the Guard, and engaged the penis with a sigh of relief.

She walked over to the toilet, holding her penis in her right hand, foreskin drawn back, and a gush of piss splashed down. She seemed so relieved she had forgotten that I was watching. I found it strange to see a mature woman pissing like that, but I couldn’t help watching from beginning to end. I could well understand why a man would find it intriguing.

Anne removed the penis, shook its drips into the toilet, ‘That’s a relief, but how am I going to manage if you have to be here to make the request?’

‘I don’t know, perhaps we can ask Brooke about it. She said we could ask questions’.

Anne flinched at the thought.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll ask her’, I said.

It occurred to me that Anne would need to touch my Guard similarly. So I tried touching the red sensor while holding my little cock in place. To my surprise it opened. I pressed it into its socket and took a piss in the toilet as Anne watched. She seemed as fascinated as I had been, coming closer and bending forward a little as the pee dribbled down.

‘That’s quite funny, you look like a boy doing that’, she smiled.

‘That’s what I’ve been told by Dave. He likes watching me do it too’, I replied.

‘It’s not fair’, said Anne, ‘you can ask to pee when you like, but I need you to be here to ask permission for me’.

‘Let’s wait and see what Brooke has to say, and leave it at that for now. I’m sure we’ll have a few questions for her to answer before the day is out’.

I went over to the cabinet on the wall, and found a supply of shampoos, conditioners, talcum powder, plain and perfumed soaps. I chose one of each, and beckoned Anne to the shower area in one corner. There was no shower curtain, simply a covered drain positioned below the shower head.

‘She told us to shower together’, I reminded Anne, ‘there’s plenty of room, so it’ll be no problem’.

I turned the water on and we were soaked under a stream of comforting warm water. We shampooed our hair, rinsed and washed ourselves down. I noticed that Anne, like me, washed herself thoroughly.  Dave always insisted on that.

I helped towel her down, and she assisted me.

‘How are we to dry our hair’, she asked, as she obviously hadn’t thought about it.

‘Don’t you have a dryer in your room’, I asked, ‘I have one in mine’.

‘No, but I found a laptop in the drawer, but no dryer’.

I took her through to the double bedroom and sat her in the chair by the chest, plugged in the dryer and brushed her hair gently till it was done. She thanked me, then she dried and brushed mine.

I went and retrieved my watch from Anne’s room, finding that we still had over an hour before Brooke was due back.

I was sitting on the upright chair, and when she’d finished Anne sat in the armchair in the corner next to me.

‘Gosh! We’ve only just met, we don’t know anything about each other, except our names, and we’ve done the most intimate things to each other in one morning’, Anne remarked.

‘We had no choice’, I added.

‘I’m sorry if I hurt you earlier with my finger, but she made me do it. My husband always said I was clumsy’.

‘That’s ok, I did much the same thing to you first’, I reassured her.

‘I hated that gag, I don’t know if I can bear having to wear it again. I couldn’t breathe and I panicked’, Anne said woefully.

‘Let’s take it a day at a time and cross those bridges when we come to them’, I said philosophically, not really feeling any confidence in such a vacuous remark, bearing in mind our circumstances. I thought it best to change the subject.

‘You’re married, and you went to law school?’, I asked.

‘Divorced, the bastard went off with some stupid blonde bimbo ten years his junior, thankfully before I bore any of his kids. And, yes, I’m an attorney. I qualified fifteen years ago. I work in a city practice, mainly dealing with commercial disputes.’

I was puzzled, ‘How come you find yourself here, in that case?’

‘Oh, that’s easy, I’d got over the loss of my useless husband, I threw myself into my work, and built up a large case load, while making a lot of money as well. Then one day, quite by accident when I was in the shower, I noticed a hard lump in my left breast. I hadn’t checked them for weeks. I phoned my physician immediately and saw her later that day. She arranged X-rays and a biopsy, and told me not to worry. A couple of days later she called to say that further tests were needed at the hospital’.

‘To cut a long story short, they found a tumour in the left breast, a smaller one in the right breast, that it had spread to the lymph nodes, that there were secondary tumours in my liver, my spine, and my brain. Amazingly, apart from the lump I had no symptoms whatsoever. I felt as fit as a fiddle. I was devastated when the oncologist told me, all too bluntly, that I had two or three months to live at the most. It was, he said, one of the most aggressive cases of cancer he’d ever encountered. He felt that there was no point in attempting surgery, or in radio- or chemo-therapy. He advised me to get my affairs in order as soon as possible, and that there were cancer counsellors available for me to talk to. He also asked me if I attended a church. I didn’t’.

For a few days I was lost. I’d distanced myself from my friends during my marriage, and had been too busy to re-engage with them since. I wrote my own will, got it witnessed, and decided that if I had such little time left I’d prefer to enjoy it. I had a lot of money not only in cash accounts but in equities. I cashed everything in, and booked myself on the most luxurious cruise my travel agent could find’.

‘So I found myself in the Caribbean, still feeling miserable. I was at the bar every night and tried dancing with every man I could persuade to dance with me. Unfortunately most of the passengers were old, and I gravitated more and more to the bars, with the occasional venture to the casino, where I threw more money away than I care to mention. By midnight I was usually in a pretty drunken state, and had to be escorted to my cabin more often than not. I didn’t care. I wanted the end to come as quickly as possible. The splitting headaches had already started by then’.

‘On the final evening of the cruise I made my way to my favourite stool at the bar nearest my cabin where I found a grey-haired, middle-aged man sitting next to me. He introduced himself as “Dave”. I wasn’t much interested, but thought, “Hell, why not? I need some sex before I kick off!”’

‘Of course the conversation soon turned to my sad plight. He listened without saying a word until I’d finished. Not once did he sympathise, as others had done. Then he said, ‘Anne, I think I can help you, if you’re willing to trust me’.

‘He told me the company he worked for specialised in inoperable cancer cases, among other things. I told him that no-one could help me, that I was a goner. He said that if that was the case that I’d have nothing to lose. He gave me his business card and asked me to call to see him at his consultancy the following day after the ship docked. I was almost, but not quite, convinced that he was a crank or a confidence trickster, but that night in my cabin I decided to give it a shot’.

‘When I called at his office, he told me that all the money I had couldn’t buy the treatment his Company could provide. He emphasised that he wouldn’t ask me for anything unless it was successful, but if it was, I would have to be prepared to make significant sacrifices in order to save my life. I asked him to elaborate, and he was amazingly frank about it. He said that he’d expect a payment of $250,000 once my health had been verified by medics of my choosing but not those who had examined me already. I was to present myself for examination at an independent medical centre without disclosing my prior cancer diagnosis to them. I would also pay his company ten percent of my income, monthly, for the rest of my life’.

‘And that wasn’t all. I would have to accept a significant degree of control over my personal life and affairs for an indeterminate period. My health would be monitored for his Company’s research purposes via the introduction of modifications to my body which would ensure that I complied with their requirements. It sounded very far-fetched. I would have to sign a comprehensive agreement first.’

‘Being a lawyer, when he showed me a copy, I read it very carefully. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I read the details – I thought they were bizarre, and didn’t believe it could possibly happen. I came to the conclusion that he was crazy, and nearly ripped it up in front of him’.

‘He said, looking me straight in the eyes, ‘In minutes you can be free of that disease, you haven’t got a lot to lose. Sign, and we’ll do it now’.

‘He was right, I didn’t have anything going for me, the headaches were getting worse by the day, and I couldn’t sleep for the pain in my back. I signed. He led me through to a brilliantly bright research centre adjacent to his office. He switched on some kind of display where I found myself looking at a completely naked full-size living image of myself a few feet before my eyes. He pointed at the image and it was as if I could see my internal organs. He showed me the tumours which glowed in my breasts, brain and liver. I’d never seen any technology that could do that. When my image faded, a large 3-D DNA helix appeared. Dave pointed to a tiny segment and told me that it was the cause of my cancer. He asked if I wanted the tumours removed and my DNA altered permanently so that I would never have a recurrence. I needed to assent by following his instructions. I nodded, and said, ‘Go ahead. I’ll do anything you say’.

‘He asked me to undress completely, but didn’t seem interested in looking at my body. I was handed something to insert into my vagina. It was quite big but thankfully smooth and it went in quite easily. He stood me in a column of blue light and instructed me to stand still. Moments later it was over. I removed the thing inside me and gave it back to him. Somehow I knew that something fundamental happened. I got dressed and we went back to his office’.

‘He explained that all traces of the disease had been eradicated, as had a number of minor chronic medical problems I’d suffered from over the years. He said the modifications I’d read about in the agreement had been carried out but wouldn’t become operative for a month from that date. I was to get a full medical examination at the earliest and as soon as I received the result, only if I was pronounced one hundred percent healthy, I was to telephone his office to make an appointment in order that I would fulfil the obligations of the agreement that I’d signed’.

‘Three weeks later I found myself back in Dave’s office, my life back on track after what had seemed a dreadful nightmare. The doctors had told me that I had the health of a woman half my age, after carrying out every test that money could buy. There was no trace of cancer, or any other disease in my body. I was determined to honour my commitment in full’.

‘Dave asked me to transfer the cash payment to his Company’s account, and I arranged for my bank to do it that day. He took details of my account, including my passwords, so that he could arrange the percentage regular debits. I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned he could have taken all my money and I told him that. I was alive. He reminded me that I had another seven days before my implants became operative and I could return in a week’s time if I wished, but I wanted to do it then and there’.

‘He told me to undress, and then took the Chastity Guard out of a drawer. I hadn’t known what to expect – something like a medieval belt - I suppose. I sat on the desk while he showed it to me and explained how it worked, and how to put it on. He asked me to stand and handed it to me to put on, which I did. It felt strange. Putting something into my urethra was difficult, and I remember wincing. So there I was standing in front of Dave with nothing on but this thing over my pussy. I felt silly.’

‘Do I take it off to pee?’, I asked him. That’s when he showed me the penis. He explained about the sensors on the Guard, and told me to touch the red one. He held the penis against the Guard and pushed it into a socket which had opened in it. There it was dangling between my thighs. He took me to the WC in the outer office, and told me to pee, which I did, while he watched. I could feel it passing through the penis. It was weird, bizarre even’.

I listened to Anne’s account without interruption. She, like me, had never told anyone else about it as we weren’t allowed to discuss it with anyone, but time was getting short.

‘Something pretty similar happened to me’, I interrupted, ‘Basically, I once was very fat, but now I’m thin, and wearing a chastity device like yours, courtesy of Dave and his Company. There isn’t time for me to tell you my entire story now as Brooke will be back in less than five minutes. We’d better be ready, and keep in her good books for the rest of the day’.

Anne in her forties, and I in my twenties, knelt beside each other, knees spread wide, hands clasped behind our necks, shoulders and elbows back, tits out, and eyes to the front, facing the door through which Brooke, the teenager who held our fate in her hands, would enter in a few moments.

We must have waited at least half an hour. Kneeling in such a position is hard, especially without moving. I didn’t want to adjust my knees as that would surely be the moment she’d walk in. It must have been harder still for Anne, as she was continually shuffling and adjusting her knees.

Finally the door opened and in she came.

‘Stand, legs spread, hands on neck’, she ordered. We complied, although we were both stiff, but stood at attention in the desired position.

Brooke looked us up and down, walked around, and played with Anne’s hair.

‘Is the bitch clean?’, she asked me.

‘Yes Miss’, I responded.

‘I’ll tan your ass if she ever isn’t’, snapped Brooke.

‘Come’, she said, leading the way through the door.

She took us up three flights of stairs at a run. Brooke was certainly fit if nothing else. Anne was panting and perspiring by the time we got to the attic. Brooke punched the keypad and we entered a very large space with exercise machines of various kinds on every side.

‘You’ll spend at least an hour here every evening, and you’, pointing at Anne, ‘probably a lot more than that. I won’t have unfit lazy cows under my roof, especially ones who think they’re superior because they’ve been to law school’.

Anne was evidently in for a hard time.

‘This is where we hold House meetings. Times are posted on the notice board with the rotas in the dining area. It’s your responsibility to be here on time’.

I sure as hell wasn’t going to be late, ever.

Next we hurried down the stairs to the ground floor, where Brooke took us to the outer hall, and opened the front door with her key. She had us both stand naked and barefooted on the top step while she closed it. She took us round the side of the House and I was surprised to see a large ramp leading downwards with a shuttered door at the bottom.

‘That’s the entrance to the underground car park. If you are fortunate enough to own a vehicle you have my permission to park it there. I will arrange to have it fitted with a device which will operate the doors automatically.’

‘Does either of you own a car?

‘I do, Miss’, said Anne, ‘I need it to visit my clients and attend court’.

‘I don’t give a shit what you need it for, you stupid woman. Listen to the question, and give me the answer I want, got that?’

‘Yes Miss’, Anne answered meekly.

‘What car has our lawyer got then?’

‘It’s a Mercedes’, replied Anne ruefully.

Brooke turned sharply on her heels and took us on to the lawn which I had seen from the window that morning, at the back of the House.

‘Right, Victoria, run as fast as you can around the perimeter in a clockwise direction, you, bitch, anti-clockwise. Five laps. Move your asses!’

I sprinted off as fast as I could, and Anne went in the opposite direction. Brooke stood in the middle watching us. The lawn was bigger than it looked. As Anne approached me on one side I could see her tits flopping wildly up and down and side to side. She was really out of breath.

Finally I completed the five laps, but had to wait on my knees in front of Brooke, for Anne who took at least thirty seconds longer. Brooke had timed us.

‘You’ll do better next week’, she observed.

We followed a path through some shrubbery with Brooke in the lead towards the stable-like building I had seen from the sitting room. It also had a keypad and a lock, which Brooke opened.

Inside it was long and low, with what appeared to be half-a-dozen stalls with wooden sides and a metal grid on the top and the front – they looked like cages. Beyond that section was a long corridor with several doors leading off.

‘This is the old stable block, you’ll be sent here for training from time to time. I’m simply showing you where it is for now’.

We left the stables to find it was beginning to rain.

‘Wait’, Brooke ordered.

She went back into the stables and returned with an umbrella, which she opened. By now it was pouring down.

‘Run, I want to find you kneeling at the foot of the bottom step facing out. Move!’

Off we dashed as the rain soaked our bodies and our hair.

Brooke sauntered slowly under the shelter of the umbrella.

We knelt in the rain waiting for her. She passed us, and opened the door,

‘Come little bitches’, she called, and we followed her into the House, dripping wet.

We had to wait kneeling in the outer hall, until Brooke returned with a towel which we had to share.

She showed us the sitting room which Anne and I had seen when we arrived, and then the large kitchen next to a separate dining area, with three round tables, each seating four. Off the dining area was a utility room, with two industrial washing machines and two large dryers. Beside them was an equally large wicker linen basket.

‘All the bed linen is laundered commercially on a weekly basis. Juniors deposit it here by noon on Friday. There is a linen cupboard on each landing. Juniors also make the beds. Got that Anne?’

Anne nodded her understanding.

We followed Brooke to the elevator, where, without our cases there was room for all three of us. She took us to the Basement while explaining that residents like us were only allowed in the room when accompanied by a Mistress.

The elevator opened into a vestibule, with a door opposite. Brooke explained that if we were ever summoned to come we should kneel and wait by the door. She unlocked it and ushered us into a room the likes of which I had never seen.

I didn’t have much time to look around on that first visit, because facing us as we entered was a tall muscular blue-eyed woman, with short blonde hair, well over six feet tall. She was in her early thirties I guessed, completely naked except for a tight-fitting steel collar around her neck. She held a thin whippy crop in her hand.

‘Victoria and Anne, this is Samantha, or Sam, my Deputy. She’s Miss Samantha to you. She‘s a Senior who lives on the floor above you. Sam carries my full authority. She assists and deputises for me when necessary’.

Samantha looked us both up and down. She was intimidating. Her name was inscribed clearly in inch-high letters on the front of her collar.

Sam is here to complete your introduction to life in this House and to make it an unforgettable day.

‘Anne, as Junior, you will go first, then Victoria’, Brooke announced.

She removed Anne’s Guard, handed it to Sam, and then she and I watched, as Anne was led by Sam across the room and told to kneel before something that looked vaguely like a metal pillory. It consisted of a short vertical pole topped by a hinged metal crossbar with holes for neck and wrists. Sam opened the device, grasped Anne by the neck and pushed it against the lower bar, her wrists quickly followed, before being trapped by the upper bar which Sam closed and locked. She moved Anne’s knees so that her back was straight, before placing Anne’s Guard on it.

Anne was thus held on her knees facing away from me. Sam walked to one of the large cupboards which lined the room, and took out a flat rectangular object which she placed between Anne’s knees. It had sharp ridges running across it and when Anne moved to close her knees she quickly parted them so that they were positioned either side of it.

With Anne thus secured Sam joined us, and with Brooke led me to a large wooden object close but to the side of where Anne was kneeling. I’d never seen anything like it before. It stood on four legs, with a triangular wooden body pointing upwards on a level with my tits. Beside it was a wooden box.

‘Ever seen one of these before?’ enquired Brooke.

I shook my head, ‘No Miss’.

‘It’s a wooden pony and you’re going for a little ride on it’, Brooke smirked.

She touched the green sensor on my Guard and removed it.

Draped over the pony was a pair of handcuffs with which my wrists were secured behind my back by Sam. Deftly, Brooke lowered a chain with a pulley from above, and hooked it onto the cuffs.

‘Get on the box’, she said quietly. With Sam’s help my leg was raised over the triangular body. Brooke quickly raised the pulley chain so that my wrists were pulled up and back, pushing me forwards a little. Sam locked metal cuffs on each of my ankles, pulled them up and back and fastened the cuffs to rings on the smooth steep sides of the pony. Brooke peered between my legs, before turning to Sam,

‘Not quite on it’.

They lifted me a little and brought me down so that the sharp ridge of the pony was straddled by my labia. Brooke peered again, adjusted the pulley so that my clit rested on it as well.

I was positioned so that I could see Anne clearly in her tight metal prison, knees spread widely, labia parted. I had a grandstand view of what was going to happen.

At first the ‘pony ride’ wasn’t too bad. Unfortunately the thing was designed to put nearly all of my weight on my private parts. They began to hurt as the pony worked its way deeper into my cleft. I tried to gain purchase by squeezing my knees together, but that had only limited effect. Next, I tried to move my position a little by pulling on the chain holding my arms behind me. That was next to impossible and made matters worse, when one of my lips became pinched. It was agony. The more I wriggled, squeezed, moved, the worse it got. I tried staying still but all I could think of was the pain in my cunt. By now my clit was being pinched too.

Meanwhile Sam and Brooke were chatting, but I couldn’t concentrate on what they were saying, only on my predicament.

‘Right, let’s get to it’, Brooke said to Sam, as she took hold of the whippy crop.

‘Now, Ms. Big-Headed Rich Attorney, let’s see what you make of this ‘brief’.

Brooke commenced unhurriedly to slash Anne’s ass with the crop, using all her strength as she brought it down. Anne screamed each time the implement came into contact with the white globes of her butt. She struggled against the rigid bars which held her in place.

As I watched, I even forgot, momentarily, the pain I was in. I saw the bright red stripes appear as if by magic across her flesh, quickly turning purple after a few moments.

Sam and Brooke were completely unmoved by her screams and occasional pleas. It seemed like about ten slashes to me, when Brooke stopped and handed the crop to Sam.

My pain returned tenfold as Anne’s beating stopped.

‘How’re you doing my little one?’ Brooke asked.

‘It’s agony Miss, I can’t stand it, please let me down’, I begged.

Brooke turned towards Sam and nodded.

Poor Anne received another ten strokes in quick succession. Sam was clearly experienced at whipping women. The whistle of the crop was quickly followed by Anne’s piercing screams echoing through the Basement.

When it was over, I was efficiently lifted off the pony, freed from the cuffs, and Anne from her pilloried prison.

Almost immediately I found myself locked in the pillory, knees spread wide to avoid the ridges separating them. I could hear, but not see, Brooke and Sam preparing an agitated Anne for her pony ride.

As they chatted again I heard Anne moaning and the rattle of the chain as she struggled to escape the agonising pinch of the pony on her more extensive tender labia.

I tried to imagine what the crop would feel like as I waited. I couldn’t see behind me, so I had no idea when it would come.

Someone walked around and I found myself staring at Brooke’s legs and high-heeled shoes. She grasped my hair, lifted my head hard against the restraining bar, squatted and stared me straight in the eyes’.

‘Learn’, she said quietly, as an unimaginable burn seared across my little exposed and unprotected bottom. Brooke watched the panic in my eyes and face as I gasped with the shock. She released my hair, and Sam gave me another five equally hard strokes.

I was released and the Guard refitted. Brooke led me by my hair on hands and knees to a little cage by the wall. It was some three feet square, and I was pushed in and it was secured.  Anne found herself similarly confined on the opposite wall.

I heard Brooke’s heels clicking as she and Sam left us in our tiny prisons.

I could hardly move, forced to sit with my head bent forward. My crotch ached and was very sore, and my ass burned. I could barely see Anne in her cage as it was an effort to look up in her direction. Soon my neck was aching, and the bars were digging into my legs and ass.

We were probably there for a couple of hours before Brooke and Sam returned with a third woman, also a blonde, and like Sam, completely naked except for a steel collar.

They went to the left, out my line of vision. Brooke then came and released me, but Anne remained in her cage. I was taken to where the other woman was secured on a bench as we had been that morning, ankles and wrists fastened to clasps on the wall above her. She wore the dreaded penis gag stretching her jaws. I thought she was probably in her early twenties, but it was hard to tell.

For the first time, Sam spoke to me with an authoritative tone of voice. She had a foreign accent, perhaps eastern European, but her English was good.

‘This is Melanie, my Junior.  You and Anne are a pair because you are fitted with identical devices, the C-G Mark III.’

She looked at me, and I nodded.

Melanie and I have the same devices fitted, different to yours. Like you two, we are a designated pair. You need to be familiar with the devices that other residents are wearing. Today you are here to familiarise yourself with our devices. She pointed to herself and to the young woman staring up at us from the bench, her name clearly visible on her collar.

Sam pressed a button on the wall beside Melanie. The bench and clasp bar moved upwards bringing the hapless woman to my chest level.

Sam edged me closer to Melanie’s crotch, and parted her labia, which, like mine, were not very pronounced and didn’t protrude beyond the outer lips. When closed she appeared to only have a slit, but it was a bit longer than mine, and I was staring at her crotch not more than a foot from my face.

Sam stretched her vulva wide, but where Melanie’s vagina should have been within it, there was a flat flesh-coloured plug, with a darker circle at its centre with the letters ‘EP’ imprinted on it in bold type.

‘She has a vaginal plug inserted’, added Sam, pointing at it.

She turned to Brooke who handed her a small pinkish object, which she showed to me. Four inches long and half an inch wide, it had a sponge-like texture.

‘Hold it’, Sam said, as she placed it in my hand.

It was light and soft but firm and flexible. I handed it back.

‘When she joined the Program, Melanie had one of these, cut to precisely the length required, inserted in her vagina. When the substance comes in contact with vaginal secretions it expands to fill the cavity. It exerts an equal pressure in all directions, except at the base. Once inserted it cannot be removed without Executive authority. Mistress Christine is an Executive member of the Company. One touch from her finger will cause this object to shrink to its original shape. Melanie and I are thus deprived of our vaginas until she or Dave decide otherwise.’

Sam placed her thumbs on each side of where Melanie’s pee-hole should have been, stretching the area, but I couldn’t see it.

‘That’s got you wondering, hasn’t it?’ Sam asked.

‘Yes Miss, how on earth does she pee without a pee-hole?’ I blurted.

Sam looked at Melanie.

‘Do you need to pee, Melanie?’

Melanie nodded her head up and down vigorously.

‘She’s been drinking water all day for your benefit, Victoria, and she’s bursting to pee right now’, grinned Sam.

Sam reached out her hand and touched the spot where Melanie’s pee-hole should have been, then withdrew it.

She looked at Melanie again, waited several seconds, ‘Now bitch!’

A jet of piss arced from Melanie’s vulva and hit me full in the face. I staggered backwards, my eyes, face and hair soaked. Brooke and Sam were in hysterics of laughter at my shock and surprise.

‘That’ll teach you to stand too close’, remarked Brooke, ‘Nothing is as it seems here’.

Melanie pissed for nearly a whole minute, and the floor got very wet. Sam and I were standing in it in our bare feet. Brooke had moved back in readiness to avoid the splashes on her shoes.

Sam explained that Melanie’s ass was sealed in the same way as her urethra. She lifted the girl’s butt a little, placed both thumbs against her brownish puckered hole, and drew them apart. I saw a smooth unmarked pink surface where her asshole should have been

‘When she and I are in the House’, Sam explained, ‘Melanie can only piss or shit if I touch either or both of her spots with my fingertip. She has to find me and ask my permission. You may already have discovered that Anne has to have yours. Juniors are not allowed to pee or crap in the House unless they use this precise form of words, ‘Please Miss may I pee?’ or, ‘Please Miss may I pee and shit?’ with exactly that emphasis on the ‘please’. Both of you will be disciplined if caught not obeying the rule’.

If you decide to grant the request, you touch the spot on her Guard, she has to get to the bathroom to pee or shit within three minutes. If she doesn’t make it, she’ll have to come back and ask again. You need to explain that to Anne’.

‘When Juniors are out of the House, at work, for example, their sensors respond to their own fingers. The one exception is if they are accompanied by a Senior, any Senior, who is in close proximity of some fifty yards or so’.

‘Poor old Anne’, I thought.

While Sam was talking, Brooke had released Anne, given her a mop and bucket and had her mopping up Melanie’s piss, while we stood and watched. When she had finished Brook put her back in the cage, and then Sam carried on.

‘There’s one more thing that Melanie has to show you, Victoria, come closer’.

I moved in towards Melanie’s cunt, but rather more warily, as I could smell her pee on my face and hair.

Sam lifted Melanie’s clitoris hood to reveal her bud.

My eyes opened wide, and I turned to Sam in amazement. Melanie’s clit was made of gold. It was quite a bit bigger than mine, although it had been completely hidden under her larger hood.

Sam continued, ‘she, like me, has a clitoris-cap fitted. It is semi-permanent but can be removed easily by a Company Executive, such as Dave and Mistress Christine’.

‘And by me’, interjected Brooke, ‘carry on...’, she told Sam.

Sam continued, ‘Although difficult to see, the base of her clit has a tiny platinum ring around it, passing through the top of the labia, sprouting downwards from the base of the clit. The ring is held in place by a pin, piercing the clit vertically and joined to the ring at its top and bottom by studs. The cap is bonded to the ring, completely covering it and the clit. It is shaped exactly like her clit, with the same texture in the metal, so it looks like her clit is gold. The real clit is hidden underneath the cap’.

‘The really clever and devilish part of this little device is in the cap itself, which has an inner perforated sleeve directly touching the clit’s surface at every point. Any pressure on the gold outer cap presses tiny tungsten pins through the perforations and into the clit. Believe me, Melanie doesn’t want anyone touching her clit, and neither do I want anyone touching mine’.

‘I want you to examine it closely, Victoria’, whispered Brooke from behind me.

Melanie heard her and shook her head vigorously. I looked at Sam.

‘Do as you’re told - get in there’, she said sharply. ‘Use this’, and she handed me a magnifying glass!

Sam held her clit hood well away with her fingers, and I held the glass above. Melanie’s magnified gold clit looked huge. I could see everything.

‘Use your fingers too’, said Sam.

Tentatively I grasped the gold cap with finger and thumb under the glass, as Melanie visibly flinched making squealing sounds through the gag. I pulled it outwards slightly stretching the body of her clit, which brought louder protestations. I could see the part of the ring piercing the very top of the inner labia at the bottom end of her clit. It was the only part of it that was visible. None of the clit could be seen.

‘Try and pull it off’, Brooke said, as she prodded my back in encouragement.

I was afraid of hurting Melanie too much, but I didn’t want to provoke Brooke’s fury either, so I pulled hard on the cap, but my finger and thumb slipped off and it snapped back as Melanie bucked on the bench and squealed.

‘See how tough cunts really are?’ laughed Brooke.

‘Yes Miss’, I reluctantly agreed.

‘This is how it’s done’, stated Brooke, reaching out and easily removing the gold cap with her finger and thumb, leaving Melanie’s pierced and ringed clitoris fully exposed.

‘Now you can see her clit properly’, she added.

Sam held the magnifying glass over it so that I could examine every detail. The semi-erect pink clit was held snugly by a shiny delicate round platinum band fitted under the clit’s basal ridge. I could see the tiny studs which fixed the vertical piercing rod to the band at the top and bottom of Melanie’s clit. At the base of the clit the ring pierced the two flaps of labial tissue where they joined the clit.

‘Watch this’, Brooke said. She leant over and teased Melanie’s nipples, then slid two fingers in and out of the woman’s vagina while stroking the clit with her thumb. Melanie slowly responded. ‘Good girl, come on’, Brooke said to her. The stimulation continued for a minute or so. Brooke stopped suddenly and removed her hand.

‘Look’, she told me. Melanie’s clit was enlarged, the ring was barely visible around the swollen nub, and it had turned very dark pink in colour because of the constriction. Its surface was shiny, like a little polished almost purple pearl.

Brooke handed me the clitoris cap to examine. I held the little object between finger and thumb. Sam gave me the glass and I had a good look at it. Its outer surface wasn’t polished, but textured like the surface of the woman’s clit. It was amazing. It was exactly the same shape. It even had two tiny slits at the bottom end which fitted over the top ends of Melanie’s labia minora, where they emerged from her clit. I turned it over to see the inside surface which touched the clit at every point. With the glass I could see several of the perforations which Sam had described, in lines down its centre and both sides. There were three perforations at the base. I counted fifteen in all’.

‘Squeeze it gently’, Brooke told me, and I could see the tips of the pins emerge.

‘They’re very sharp but they don’t stick out far enough to injure the clit, only enough to irritate, and to discourage play. If the clit is erect then the needles are more painful. The girls hate even the lightest touch then. I check their clits regularly to see that they’re in good condition’, she added.

‘If you can get the tip of your little finger in you might be able feel them for yourself’.

I tried and I could feel the pins but the finger wasn’t sensitive enough to be irritated’.

By this time Melanie’s clit was no longer engorged and was a healthy pink colour again. I handed the cap back to Brooke, who squatted to replace it carefully, ensuring that the labial tissues were in the little grooves at its base.

‘There, job done’, she said.

Standing, Brooke announced, ‘That’s enough for this afternoon’.

She turned to me and said, ‘Get your Junior out of her cage’ and let’s get you cleaned up ready for dinner’.

I walked over to where Anne was tightly confined. Her cage was the same size as mine, but as she was much bigger, she was barely able to move inside it.

I undid the latch, and helped to pull her out.

Sam had released Melanie, and we made our way to the elevator. Anne, Melanie and I were told to make our way to our rooms to shower, and we left Brooke and Sam in the Basement.

As we rode up I apologised to Melanie for what I did to her clit.

‘No need to’, she replied, ‘Brooke and Sam do that to me every time we get new residents here, I’m used to it’.

The three of us got out on the first floor and continued the conversation on the landing.

‘How do you manage when you get frustrated?’ asked Anne.

‘That’s easy. Sam didn’t explain that her finger can disable the pins in the clit-cap for up to half an hour or until I orgasm, whichever happens first. She can touch her own any time she likes to request permission off Brooke to play with herself’.

‘But how do you get pleasure just rubbing the gold cap?’ I asked.

‘It’s not straightforward, or at least it wasn’t to begin with. The pin piercing my clit vertically and the ring where it pierces the most sensitive parts of my labia have to be treated with care. The knack is to press on the cover in the right way. I find it best to grip it with finger and thumb, and move it in various ways, as well as pressing on it. It took me a while to learn to orgasm that way, but I can do it easily nowadays, although I can’t get multiple orgasms, of course, unless I request permission again. The really frustrating thing is that I can’t put anything in my cunt, as it’s completely blocked. Mistress Christine removed it a few times since I’ve been here, and I was fucked by her and by several Seniors who have penis Guards, like yours. I expect as you’re a Senior you’ll probably be fucking me some time or another’.

‘I very much doubt it’, I said, ‘you haven’t seen the size of my cock, it’s tiny’.

‘Ah, you’ve got one of those miniature ones because you’re petite. We had another girl here with a baby one last year. I had to give her a blowjob. It was like sucking on a big clit’, Melanie giggled.

I turned to enter my room to find a rectangular plaque on the door with my name printed on it, with the word ‘Senior’ below.

The door was closed, and I didn’t have the code. Melanie noticed,

‘It’s probably open, if you haven’t been given your code yet, unless Brooke locked it when you left. Try it’.

I did and the handle turned and I went in beckoning Anne to follow.

I explained to Anne that her peeing quandary had been resolved, and that she had to ask my permission using the precise words emphasising the word ‘please’ when she was in the House or close to me or another Senior anywhere else, otherwise she could request to pee and or shit as normal with her own finger. She made a face as I explained it to her. She obviously felt it was humiliating to have to ask me every time.

‘I need to pee now, actually, quite urgently, and do the other thing’, she said, looking at me, blushing a little.

‘I’m afraid we’ll have to do it by the book, otherwise we’ll both get punished by Brooke’, I replied.

‘Please Miss may I pee and shit?’ Anne blurted quickly in a monotone.

I looked at her quizzically, ‘You must get it exactly right, else I can’t give permission’.

Anne groaned in frustration, holding her hand over her Guard whilst pressing on it in the vain hope of alleviating her urgency to pee.

I waited, looking at her.

Finally, ‘Please Miss may I pee and shit?’ she pleaded.

I touched her sensor, and told her that she had three minutes if she didn’t want to have to ask again. She rushed to her room to fetch her penis, and moments later I heard her peeing in the wet room. At least that lesson had been learned. When I heard her flush the toilet I joined her and we both took our shower together. She asked me to look at the stripes on her ass which she said stung like hell. I checked the cabinet and found a tub of salve, which I applied to the welts, some of which were quite deep. She flinched and complained as I did it.

She looked at mine and put some on them too, but she said she thought they weren’t as bad. I didn’t contradict her, though I wasn’t so sure.

Gingerly, we both sat down in my room, as we didn’t know what to do next.

‘It’s been a nightmare so far. I hope every day isn’t as bad’, she said. ‘I wish I could put salve on my pussy but I can’t get at it’. She moaned and burst into tears.

Mine too felt sore after the pony ride, and I imagined that my clit was swollen and bruised although I had no way of knowing.

‘I’ll apply some salve when I remove your Guard tomorrow’, I said, trying to comfort her, but she cried even more. ‘I’ll have to wear that fucking penis gag, again, I can’t face it’, she wailed.

‘Look’, I said, ‘it’ll be worse for us both if we don’t put a brave face on it. I’ll put the ring gag on you instead, that might be better. I hated that other gag too; it nearly cracked my jaw when you pushed it in’.

‘And, we’ll be going to work on Monday, which means we won’t be here all day, so I’m looking on the bright side. Life here might not be so bad. At least we’re in the company of others who are going through much the same thing’.

‘You’re ever the optimist, Victoria’, remarked Anne.

‘I suppose I am’, I replied, and I don’t see why you can’t call me ‘Vicky’ when we’re alone together, I hate being called ‘Victoria’.

‘I prefer ‘Vicky’ too’, she said.

I wanted to tell her about the devices Melanie and Sam were fitted with, but I thought it best to wait for another time. She’d been shut in the cage while I’d been examining Melanie’s cunt and clit. The clit cap and piercing was grotesque, I couldn’t imagine trying to play with my clit with a pin right through it and covered with a gold cap.

My bedside phone rang. It was Sam.

‘Get your asses down here to the dining room, fast, if you want to eat’, I heard her say, before the phone was slammed down.

‘Come on’, I said, ‘it’s dinner time’.

We ran down the stairs, Anne hot on my tail, past the sitting room and into the dining room. All the chairs were occupied, except two at the first table. They were obviously for us. Ten women, all wearing steel collars, turned to watch us enter with a certain amount of curiosity. I felt embarrassed being there nearly naked, but then some of them wore nothing at all, not even a Guard.

The two others on our table introduced themselves as soon as we sat down, although I could see their names inscribed on their collars, easily readable across the table.

‘I’m Lisa, and this is Linda, my Junior’, said the older of the two, a redhead, as she pointed at her collar. She must have been in her mid forties. Linda had light brown hair and looked to be about twenty, young enough to be Lisa’s daughter. They both had small tits, and were slim, and the same height too, about five seven, I thought, when they eventually went to help themselves to food from the table at the side. Linda had a stunningly beautiful face, with piercing green eyes.

‘I’m Victoria, and this is Anne, my Junior’, I explained. Lisa looked surprised, raising her eyebrows, at my being the Senior when I looked so much younger than Anne, who had looked away as I said it. I responded by simply shrugging my shoulders with a little gesture of my hands.

‘I can see you’re both wearing Mark IIIs too, said Lisa. We’re on the same landing as we’re all similarly equipped’, she grimaced. ‘We’ll probably see quite a bit of one another, as Seniors on the same landing have to deputise now and again, when the other isn’t available. You’ll have to see to Linda, and I’ll have to see to Anne, I expect’.

I nodded. Brooke had been right when she said that we’d get to see a few women’s intimate parts in the House. I’d already seen two strangers’ cunts in one day. I’d soon be an expert.

Sam stood up.

‘Table 1, Lisa, get started’, she ordered. The four of us rose and filled our plates with the choice of hot and cold dishes available, and went back to our table with the drink of our choice, which was tea, coffee, or mineral water.

‘Nice ass you’ve got there’, Lisa said to Anne, ‘you must have trod on someone’s toes on your first day’.

Anne thought it wiser to say nothing, just nodded and got into her food.

The women on the third table were next. I glanced to try to see what they were wearing. I couldn’t see if they had Guards on but there was something different about them. I was sure I’d find out sooner rather than later.

Sam and Melanie were on the second table, and when the four rose I could see that they were all naked. I saw all four slits clearly as they walked passed me to the food table, so I surmised that the other two were also fitted with the vaginal and pee-hole plugs, as well as the golden clit caps.

As we were tucking into our food, Linda stood, and turning to Lisa, said loudly enough for all to hear, ‘Please Miss may I pee?’ Lisa nodded, and touched Linda’s Guard. Linda hurried off in a rush and was back, seated, in less than five minutes, looking a little flushed.

‘How long have you been living here’, I asked Lisa.

‘I’ve been here a year’ said Linda, ‘I’ve been with Lisa for three months, after Alison, my previous Senior left’.

Lisa continued, ‘I’m a financial analyst. I came from another House, because I was offered a promotion and moved to this city. I was allowed to accept because the Company has this facility here, otherwise I would have had to stay there. Once you’ve moved into a House you’re in one or another for the duration.’

Sam stood once again.

‘Inspection will be at seven, exercise schedule in the attic from eight till nine, followed by recreation time until lights out at ten. Victoria and Anne remain behind. Dismissed’.

‘It’s like an approved school for delinquents’, whispered Anne, as we remained seated while the other ten unclothed women filed out. I nodded my agreement.

Sam came over. She didn’t look pleased.

‘Don’t sit, ever, when you’re with me, unless I tell you’, she said coldly.

We stood, with Sam towering more than a foot taller than me, even though she was barefoot as was I.

Mistress Christine has confirmed Miss Brooke’s request for the reversal of seniority.

Anne’s face fell on hearing the news.

‘Return to your rooms. You’ll find the key codes to the doors on your bedside tables, with the key to the front door. Destroy the slips of paper immediately you’ve noted the numbers as they are unique to you. Keep the key safe. Make sure your room is clean and tidy’.

Turning to Anne she said, ‘Wash down the wet room, clean the toilet and ensure the cabinet is tidy’. Miss Brooke will be along to inspect you and your rooms. Be in kneeling readiness by seven. Run along’.

We ran up the stairs, quite glad that we lived on the first floor, and no higher. Only twenty minutes remained and there was no time to be lost. In my room I memorised the numbers, put the key safely in my purse, and flushed the paper away as ordered. I checked the drawers, the wardrobe and the bed, pulling the bed sheet tight, and straightening the pillows. I was glad the House was warm, as I’d be sleeping naked without a cover for the first time in my life.

I walked into the wet room to find Anne wiping down the tiles and floor. I waited for her to finish and to tidy the cabinet. As it was nearly seven I watched her kneel facing the door, and I returned to my room to adopt the same position, awaiting the fiery young woman, Brooke.

Evidently Brooke was in no hurry. I had no way of knowing the time, but it was another half an hour at least before she arrived, giving me a cursory, almost dismissive glance. She checked the drawers and the robe, told me to stand legs parted. She smelled my armpits, ran her fingers over my groin, as I stood to attention with hands clasped behind my neck.

‘When did you shave last?’

‘Yesterday morning Miss’, I responded.

‘I want it clean, no stubble, every day, clear?’

‘Yes Miss’.

She checked the stripes on my ass, running her fingers and nails over them lightly, testing to see how sore I was. At one point I pulled away slightly as she did it.

‘Stand perfectly still woman, or you’ll have some more personal decorations before you get to bed’.

I didn’t move as she did it again.

‘Follow’, she said as she sauntered into the wet room, checking the walls and the floors with her fingers, looking closely at some of the tiles, and into the toilet bowl. She looked at the items neatly arranged on the cabinet shelves, before walking through the open door to the kneeling lawyer nervously awaiting her.

Anne was shaking a little as she approached. Brooke merely walked past her, checked the well-filled robe and the drawers. She picked up one or two of Anne’s more exotic and expensive items of lingerie, one of which was a negligee.

‘You won’t be needing this, will you?’Brooke said, holding the garment up with a disdainful expression on her face, dropping it on the floor as if it was contaminated.

‘No.. Miss...’ Anne said trembling.

‘Put it in the trash in the morning with anything else you don’t need. I don’t want to find it here tomorrow’.

She made Anne stand as I had done. In her heels Brooke was only a little shorter than the older woman. She cupped Anne’s slightly sagging boobs in her hands, as if weighing them, and they were her personal property.

‘Your left tit is bigger and droops more than the other’, Brooke commented, ‘I might see if we can do something about that’.

She moved her hands to Anne’s nipples, which weren’t small, taking them both between fingers and thumbs, alternately squeezing and stretching. Amazingly they stiffened under the girl’s touch. Brooke then tried pinching them with her nails, while intently watching Anne’s reaction, as she tried hard not to move, or wince. Brooke walked around her and inspected her ass.

‘Nice, very nice, sore?’

‘Yes, very, Miss’, Anne muttered.

‘You’ve both passed my inspection, you’ll be pleased to know. Trot off to the attic now, your exercise schedules await you there. Take your penises with you, as you might need them. When you’ve finished, come back here for the rest of the night. I want to have a word with you’.

Gathering our cocks we ran up the three flights of stairs, Anne in the lead, reaching the attic first. The door was open, and we found several women exercising there already.

We found our typed instructions on a little desk by the door. We were both to be weighed and measured. The process was automatic, the equipment identifying us, while giving verbal instructions at intervals. Measurements were carried out by laser scanning and I could see the results flashed on the monitor screen as Anne underwent the procedure first. Height, weight, body mass index, diameter of aureoles, distance between nipples, and a host of others flashed on the screen beside the machine. A voice told Anne to stick her tongue out as far as she could. It even measured that. The Company would know all there was to know about us.

The exercise schedule wasn’t that strenuous or taxing, but I didn’t have time to talk to the other women, as they were engrossed in more exacting exercises. Anne took a little longer, so I waited for her, before hurrying down the stairs together.

It was relaxation time, so I turned on the TV and lay on my bed. I heard knocking at the wet room door. I called for Anne to come in, but the knocking continued. When I got up and opened the door, Anne explained that she couldn’t open it. I wondered if I could open hers and found I could. It seemed that Seniors could enter their Juniors’ rooms but not vice versa.

‘I came through because I felt lonely’, she said, ‘can I stay in your room until lights out?’

‘Of course you may’, I told her, giving her a hug, being careful to not touch the welts.

So, two naked women, strangers until that morning, with a fourteen year age gap, lay uncovered on the bed watching a TV drama together. Anne snuggled up against me. She was desperately in need of a friend.

Brooke arrived at about 9.45, with a smile on her face. She was carrying a crop. Anne flinched.

‘Ah, friends together eh?’ giving us an evil smile.

We both hurried off the bed and proceeded to kneel.

‘Stay’, she ordered, holding her hand palm towards us. She seemed to think we were puppies.

Brooke put the crop down on the chest of drawers.

‘I want to make sure that you’re settled in and properly introduced. I can see that you’re friends already’.

‘Are you both happy here?’

‘Yes Miss’, we answered in tandem.

‘Fetch your cock’, she snapped at Anne, and, ‘get yours too’.

I reached for my purse on the bedside table, taking the little penis out of its case.

Anne hurried off and was back in moments, large penis in hand.

Brooke turned the armchair, moving it until it faced the bed, up close, and sat in it, reaching for the crop, which she placed on her knees.

She looked at me, ‘Stand here’, pointing to the floor in front of her. I complied. She touched my Guard and removed it.

‘Get back on the bed’.

To Anne standing on the other side of the bed, ‘Here, quickly, give me that dick’. Anne ran round and handed it to her. Brooke touched her sensor, and pushed the penis into her Guard.

I sensed what was coming next.

Brooke adjusted something on what I thought was her wristwatch.

‘On your back Victoria, legs wide, hold your ankles’. I got quickly into position as I was supple and had no problem doing it, although it was a bit of a strain after a while, besides being humiliating.

‘Ok bitch, she’s waiting for you, tongue fuck like you’ve never done before, otherwise I’ll use this on your tits, so you won’t be able to sleep on your back or front for a week’.

Anne’s tongue was in my slit in an instant, darting in and out like a woodpecker’s beak’.

I’d felt my clit itching soon after Brooke sat down, and I suspected that she’d initiated my arousal. My clit no longer felt sore – it wanted to be rubbed. I wondered if she’d done the same to Anne. She watched the older woman trying her hardest to please her.

Brooke crossed her legs whilst holding the crop in her right hand. She could just reach Anne’s ass with the tip of it. Anne had got me excited that morning on the bench, and the itch in my clit was building up rapidly as her tongue reached up into my vagina.

‘Clit’, said Brooke, in a cursory manner.

I nearly exploded as Anne’s tongue leapt onto my little bud and flicked and lapped away at it. Just when I thought my orgasm was inevitable I heard the dreaded...

‘Off’, said in an equally offhand way.

Anne obeyed instantly. Brooke had total control of the woman. She’d achieved command of a wealthy professionally trained lawyer, more than twice her age, in just one day. I nearly exploded with frustration, and it was all I could do to not rage at Brooke. That would have been a disaster for me, when I remembered the events in the Basement earlier.

‘Tongue fuck’

Anne recommenced at a furious rate.

‘Spread her cunt, lick all over, keep off the clit’.

Anne’s hands spread my lips wide. She licked all over my cleft increasing my arousal tenfold, whilst studiously avoiding the nubbin at the top. One touch on it and I would have erupted.

‘Out and off slut’

Anne backed off, but was ready to start again on Brooke’s command. I could feel her tensing for it.

‘Right, the pair of you, soixante neuf  time. Get over this side of the bed next to me. Slut, on your back, tongue fuck, keep off her clit. You, all fours over her face, suck her pecker really good. Move it’, Brooke ordered.

Anne got on her back, and I straddled her face with my cleft. Her cock was fully erect. She was highly aroused. I felt her tongue enter. It felt different at that angle, with her chin brushing my clit and hood, as she struggled to get it in as far as possible. I took hold of the cock, licked its tip, and slowly slid it into my mouth. I’d never sucked one as large as this. My teen boyfriend’s had been smaller. Anne’s felt and tasted like a real penis. She raised her hips trying to push it further into my mouth. It was longer by far than the penis gag.

I felt Brooke’s crop tap my ass, then the back of my head, firmly, ‘Get down on it, now!’

I redoubled my efforts as my body was at her mercy. Anne’s tongue was working away furiously. I pushed my head down until her cock reached the back of my mouth. I wasn’t aware that I was pushing my vagina against Anne’s face trying to get her onto my clit, but her tongue stayed on target inside as far as it could go.

‘Clit’, I heard Brooke say to Anne, as her tongue moved down on to it. It was heaven. I thrust my head right down to the base of the cock, and it went down my throat before I’d realised it. I was off it before I gagged. As her tongue flicked my clit and I got more excited, I repeatedly mouth-fucked that dick as fast as I could. She was humping me back, liable to shoot a load down my throat any second.

‘Stop!’

Anne stopped before I did, as I slowly raised my head.

‘That was good, for starters’, Brooke exclaimed, ‘I enjoyed watching’.

‘Ok, get into position and doggy fuck’.

I hesitated, unable to think clearly, until the crop brought me back to reality with a moderate slash on my buttocks.

I got off Anne, got onto all fours, presenting my rear to her. Anne gripped my hips and thrust the penis into my very wet vagina up to its hilt. It was arousing, but did nothing for my clit. She was getting very excited, panting away and making moaning noises. I needed my clit rubbed, so I held myself up with only one arm, and moved my right hand down to my slit. As my fingers approached my clitoris, a sharp sting shot right up its stem, and I withdrew very quickly. In my excitement I’d forgotten that it was out of bounds to me.

‘Stop .. Out’, called Brooke. Anne withdrew. I could sense her frustration.

‘You got carried away there, Victoria. It gives a nasty sting, doesn’t it?’

‘Yes Miss’, I replied dismally.

‘Both of you, here’, she pointed to her feet again. We jumped to it.

‘Aroused?’

‘Yes Miss’.

‘Victoria, replace the Guard and fit your penis’. As I did so, Brooke removed Anne’s device with the cock still attached’.

Pointing to me, ‘Get on your back. Slut, sit beside her and jerk her off with your finger and thumb’.

I lay back, while Anne pinched my ridiculously small penis and worked the foreskin up and down, with a look of deep concentration on her face.

‘Do it more smoothly, more flow dear’, exclaimed Brooke who had leaned closer to watch.

My clit was still itching like mad, and Anne was getting me aroused through the penis too.

‘I find that the funniest thing’, said Brooke, ‘when I was at the orphanage the boys wanted to play with me, and they wanted me to play with their cocks. They had small ones like that. It was fun’.

I looked at Anne. The expression on her face at Brooke’s revelation had to be seen to be believed. I rolled my eyes. Fortunately Brooke was too engrossed to notice. I think she could have watched Anne doing it all night.

‘I want to do it now, get off it, slut’. Brooke pushed Anne’s hand away, as she leaned forward to play with the little cock. She pulled, stretched, squeezed and pinched it, even slapped it back and forth because it was fully erect at nearly three inches, but only about half an inch thick.

‘Suck it, now, bitch’.

Anne bent forward and slipped the little thing into her mouth, rolling her tongue repeatedly around it. That was arousing too, but a little frustrating.

‘Ok slut, on your back here, wrists to ankles, and you get in front of her’.

Anne lay on her back at the edge of the bed next to Brooke, bent her knees bringing her feet up in the air. She finally managed to grab her ankles, opening her legs a little, and spreading her vagina before me, as I knelt facing her.

Brooke removed my Guard, tossed it onto the bed, and looked at me. ‘This is your first time, Victoria, you will always remember this moment. I want you to do me proud’.

‘Start by spreading slut’s slit wide, so that you can see everything’. I complied. I’d seen it all that morning.

Anne’s clit was erect, sticking out a little from its hood. It was pinker than it had been earlier. She was very wet too, and was looking up at me intently through her legs.

Brooke noticed me looking at the clit.

‘She’s got a little hard on now, hasn’t she?’

‘Yes Miss’

‘Get your face really close. Pull her hood back so that you can see it properly’.

I edged as close as I could, keeping it in focus, exposing Anne’s entire throbbing bud with my fingers.

Brooke continued, ‘I want you to describe to me what a divorced forty-one year old lawyer’s clitoris looks and feels like. Take your time, observe carefully and give me a detailed and accurate description of it’.

‘It’s very pink, and’, holding my little finger nail next to it, ‘about the size of my little finger nail... half an inch long, and a bit narrower in width... it has a tiny ridge around its base, and it’s a bit pointy down its centre’.

I felt it with my finger, moving it side to side, as Anne’s eyes met mine.

‘It’s harder than it was this morning, I can only see the tip but I can feel something which goes inside her some way’.

‘That’s an excellent description, Victoria, well done’. Brooke gave a little clap.

‘When I’ve finished explaining, I want you to put the tip of your tongue at the very bottom of her slit, nearest her asshole, and move it slowly upwards whilst pushing it as far in as you can at every point of its journey to the tip of Anne’s clitoris. Keep her stretched open while you’re doing it. I’ll be watching the tip of your tongue closely, so get it right first time. Clear?’

‘Yes Miss’

‘Do it’.

I lowered my head right down towards Anne’s cunt stretching my tongue out as far as I could, till it hurt. Brooke moved her head closer to watch from the side. The tip of my tongue touched another woman’s sex for the very first time. Slowly I moved it upwards, slipping it into her vagina, as the tip of my nose came into contact with her clit. I could taste her musk. It was an interesting experience, made easier by the fact that I had no control over what I had to do.

I couldn’t push my tongue in any further as I continued to bring it upwards and out of her hole, where the flesh was firmer. As I moved upwards, it became softer again, and the tip went a little further in.

‘Stop there and hold’, said Brooke ‘your tongue is in slut’s little pee-hole’.

I noted that it didn’t taste any different.

‘Keep going’ she said.

The tip reached the inverted ‘V’ of her labia where they meet the clitoris. I could feel Anne quivering as it moved towards it. Finally my tongue arrived on its very tip where I awaited further instructions from the little dominant who was watching my every move.

‘Lap away’, she said brightly.

I found myself licking this semi-stranger’s clit as avidly as I could. Had anyone told me four years previously that I would be doing such things I would have thought them crazy. I had never been attracted to women. I sensed Anne was reaching a pitch of arousal’.

I concentrated really hard, as the bud tried to slip this way and that from under my tongue. I flicked side to side, top to bottom, and round and round, this way, then the other. Suddenly this little piece of a woman’s flesh became the centre of my universe. I was determined to bring her to a massive climax.

‘Off... tongue fuck’, Brooke ordered.

I obeyed instantly, as Anne expressed her frustration with a groan, my tongue slipping quickly into her dark recess, darting in and out as rapidly and as far as I could. I seemed to be doing it forever.

‘Stop! Soixante neuf, slut on top, wait for my order’, commanded Brooke

Anne got on top of me, and I found her striped ass straddling my face. We waited.

‘Get in there, both of you, tongue fuck first’

Brooke lifted my head by the hair and pushed a pillow under it so that Anne’s cunt was right in front of my mouth and my nose was by her asshole. I drove my tongue in and I felt hers in my much smaller slit. I found myself tonguing in unison with her.

Next came ‘Clits!’

We both licked and flicked in a frenzy. I was perilously close to coming. I couldn’t tell how Anne was feeling but she was grinding her sex against my face. I was half-suffocated, but all I could feel was my clit and the treatment it was getting.

‘Slowly now, girls’, don’t orgasm until I give you permission.

I slowed my efforts gently flicking her clit back and forth. I felt her reciprocating on mine. Part of my mind was listening for the vital instructions.

‘Faster’

I quickened the pace as I felt Anne moving up a gear as well.

I wouldn’t be able to stop myself coming if it carried on much longer.

I heard Brooke say, ‘Counting down from Ten. On Three, I wanna see rapid clit flicking, and on ONE, you both come. If you don’t come at the same time, I’m going to crop your asses and your tits tonight’.

‘Ten... Nine’

‘Five....’

‘Four....’

‘THREE’, Brooke raised her pitch. I felt Anne’s tongue flicking my clit like mad as mine went to work on hers.

‘TWO....’

‘ONE, COME!’ shouted Brooke.

On the command, I instantly exploded with the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced, unable to control the noises I was making. Simultaneously, I felt Anne shudder as if she’d had a huge electric shock. My face had jerked away from her cunt as I came. My mouth and eyes were wide open. Without warning, as she shuddered and flexed in her climax, Anne squirted violently gushing several times, flooding over my face, eyes, into my mouth and up my nose. My hair was soaked. I’d never smelled or tasted anything like it.

‘That was really cool. Better than TV, don’t you think?’ Brooke added, though I barely heard her.

She ordered us both off the bed, got us to put our Guards on without the penises.

It’s nearly ten o’clock, lights out time. Victoria, rinse off under the shower and dry your hair. Anne, change the sheet and the pillow case, they’re in the linen cupboard on the landing. Both of you are to sleep in Victoria’s bed tonight.

In less than ten minutes, Anne and I were lying alongside each other in the dark. We were sore and aching all over after a traumatic and unbelievable day. I told her that the pain in my clit after the pony ride had dissipated during the session. She said that her’s had too. Now we were sore and aching all over after a traumatic and unbelievable day.

Yet I felt a wonderful calmness wash over me after a tremendous orgasm. I wondered what the next day would bring, as Anne held me close, and I nestled against her neck. We ran our hands over each other’s bodies gently. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’, she whispered. ‘Neither can I’, I whispered back.  She brought her face down and gently kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue probing. We hugged each other tighter. Good night Vicky’ she said. ‘Sweet dreams, Anne’, I answered.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that together we’d make it.

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