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Dave Gets an Education

By: medic45



 Part 1 is the introduction to a longer story about Female domination. It provides a background for the plot and develops some of the characters This is a work of fiction. If Female domination is not your cup of tea, I recommend you move along. You won't like this story. For those of you that do. I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 1: High school

For most high school students, going to college is their first chance for freedom and independence. That's how it was with me. I was the typical high school student. I made decent grades but wasn't gifted academically like some of my friends were. I maintained a solid B average, but probably could have done a lot better had I studied a little harder. 

You see, I was one of those guys who had to be involved in everything. Hanging out with friends was my favorite pastime and going to parties was a regular event. I was popular in school so it was easy to find parties to attend. I was active in a lot of the school organizations and clubs and was always staying after school for one meeting or another. 

I played football in the fall and baseball in the spring. I was the starting linebacker for the football team my junior and senior years and managed to make the all district team as an outfielder playing baseball my senior year. I dated a lot but was never really serious about any one girl. There was always a new challenge over the horizon, so most of my relationships were short. I liked the rural community I lived in, but hated the long, cold winters. During my senior year I decided that I wanted to get away from the cold and snow of Minnesota and head for a warmer climate when I graduated. I knew going out of state would cost more, but with some scholarships and student loans I figured I could get by. I knew my parents would help out all they could because it was important to them that I graduate from college. Especially my mom. It was her mission in life to see me get my diploma.

We lived a comfortable life, but really didn't have a lot of extra money saved for my college education. My dad was laid off during the recent economic downturn and most of our savings had been used to pay our daily expenses. My parents wanted me to stay in state so I could come home on weekends and save a little money on tuition. That was furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to go somewhere warm like a school in Florida or Southern California. I wanted to see if those stories about "California Girls" were true.

Unfortunately, my grades weren't good enough to get a scholarship to the schools I wanted to attend, so I ended up attending Elliott University in Florida. I was able to save up a little money over the summer and I received a small scholarship from the university. My parents refinanced our home to finance the balance of my tuition.

Elliott was a newer University in central Florida which had an established Business Administration program. They were rapidly expanding their degree programs and now had an enrollment of about 7000 students. Most of the buildings had been built in the last ten years and the campus was well planned and easy to get around. Because of their rapid expansion, they only offered on-campus housing to freshmen and sophomores. Upper classmen had to find off-campus housing, which was fine with me.

Chapter 2: College

My freshman year went well. At first I was a little homesick since I didn't know anyone in Florida. My roommate's name was Jim. He was from Florida's gulf coast and we often headed to his house on weekends to lay out on the beach and watch girls. Everyone was friendly and soon I had a whole new circle of friends.

Jim and I often checked out what was going on around campus, especially the fraternities. Those fraternities threw some great parties, but I decided that fraternity life was not for me as I needed to concentrate on my studies. I got good grades but had to put a lot of effort into studying. I called home regularly and everything seemed to be going fine. I really wanted to do well since my parents had to take out that loan to help finance my education. I felt I really needed to keep partying to a minimum. Actually, I really didn't have the funds to go drinking every weekend anyway.

That summer I went home and got a summer job working for the contractor my dad worked for. My Dad had worked for Bennett construction for years, and now was in charge of estimates and preparing contracts. I worked as a carpenter's assistant. It paid well and gave me an opportunity to learn a lot about construction.

My sophomore year was much like my freshman year. I was still living on campus and maintaining a good GPA. I was able to get a part time job working for one of the professors on campus. That gave me some walking money. I still had to study hard but was able to maintain a strong B average. I was working for Professor Williams who was the head of the IT program at the school. I worked about 20 hours per week which didn't leave much time for anything other than school work.

I got some student loans my sophomore year to pay for some incidental expenses we had not figured on. There always seemed to be books or lab fees or other additional costs that came up during the year. I also had to start thinking about my housing arrangements since I would have to move off campus the following year. 

It was during the spring semester that things really changed. I had noticed a lot of tension at home when I visited over the Christmas holiday. I wasn't sure what was going on, but had my suspicions. In March I got a call from my mom who was in tears. She said that she had caught my dad having an affair with his secretary at work and that they were getting a divorce. I tried to calm my mom but she just kept saying "it's over, it's over."

I had always been closer to my mom than my dad. Dad was always working late at the office and I suspected this wasn't his first affair. After mom settled down she said that it was going to be difficult for them financially while the divorce was being finalized. They would probably have to sell the house and divide assets. She didn't think they would be able to continue funding my college expenses next year. I told her not to worry about that.

"I'll work something out with either another student loan or maybe a scholarship." I said. "I might even work for a year then return to school after saving up some money."

"No! Don't do that" she cried into the phone. "It's important to me to see you graduate. It's the most important thing you can do for me."

"OK Mom. Everything will work out." I replied. "You just take care of yourself. I'll be home for spring break and we can talk about it then. Bye now."

The next day I applied for all the financial aid I could find. I filled out student loan papers and started looking for a job that would pay more and allow me to work while still attend class. The thing that I was really concerned about was the fact that I needed to find new housing and it would be more expensive.

Later that week I made a trip to the campus housing bureau to speak with a counselor. I explained my situation to a nice lady, Ms. Paula King. She confirmed that there was not any on campus housing available for the fall. 

She said the bureau maintains a list of potential off campus housing and performs inspections on the properties that they feel are acceptable. We also do background checks on the landlord, inspect the property for safety concerns and adherence to code, and even try to negotiate rent to make it affordable for the students. She had me fill out a questionnaire and contact form and told me she would be in touch soon. I was getting ready to leave for spring break and said I would give her a call when I return if I hadn't heard from her by then.

I went home for spring break and tried to help Mom get her affairs in order. Dad had moved out so Mom had the house to herself. She was a nervous wreck and I could tell she was lonely and depressed. I helped as best as I could and by the time the week was up she appeared to be in better spirits. I wish I could say I was to, but I was heading back to school to try and figure out how I would pay next year's tuition, room and board. 

It was the Wednesday following my return to from break that I got a call from Ms. King. She said she had lined up a possibility for me at the home of a widow who took in student borders. She said the woman, Ruth Baxter, was looking for someone to replace the caretaker who had just retired, and was willing to reduce the rent in exchange for helping out around the house.

Ms. King said the rent was negotiable depending on your qualifications and experience. She said the landlady preferred a female but she would consider a male. She gave me the address, name and contact information and said she would give Mrs. Baxter a call if I was interested.

I looked at the name and contact information and for some reason it looked familiar to me. Ms. King saw the confusion on my face. She said that Ruth Baxter was a huge contributor to the college and the Art Center and Library were named after her . She had a lot of influence with the Administration here at Elliott and if she liked you, she would do almost anything for you. She had provided full scholarships to several students and was well connected in the community. 

Chapter 3: Meeting the Mrs.Baxter

I arrived at Mrs. Baxter's home about 4 pm the following day. I had ridden my bike from campus to the address Ms. King had given me. It was a warm and sunny afternoon and by the time I arrived I was soaked with sweat. I took a minute to try and cool off before heading up to the door.

"Damn, that's not going to make a good first impression." I thought. "I should have prepared better."

The house was close to campus, which was good for me as it would allow me to walk or ride my bike in good weather. The house was large. In fact it was probably the largest house on the street. It looked well-kept and sat on a corner lot which was beautifully landscaped. I walked up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the bell. After a few minutes the door opened and a young woman peered out.

"I'm here to see Mrs. Baxter about a room." I said.

"Oh, you must be Dave Robinson." She answered. 

She opened the door to allow me in and then continued.

"It's good to meet you. I'm Jessica Baxter, my mom will be down in a moment. Can I get you something to drink? The afternoon sun can be hot and you look like you could use some cooling off."

"That would be great." I said. "I'll take whatever is easy."

"I've got some lemonade in the fridge, or would you prefer beer?" Jessica asked.

"Lemonade will be fine." I replied. 

I didn't want to give the impression that I was a big beer drinker so I thought lemonade would be the better choice.

"Just have a seat in the parlor there and I'll bring it out to you." She said.

She wasn't gone long before she returned with three glasses. She put one on the table which I assumed was for her mother, handed me one and took a sip out of the third glass. "Let's sit over here while we wait for mother." 

I really liked her friendliness, and the fact that she was wearing shorts and a bikini top didn't hurt either. We started a conversation about school and she said she would be graduating from Elliott this spring but hadn't decided what she was going to do after graduation. She was so easy to talk to and soon we were chatting away about our likes and dislikes, the best hangouts around town, and who made the best pizza. While we were talking I noticed a well-dressed older women heading our way. I assumed her to be Mrs. Baxter and stood to meet her.

"Good afternoon." Mrs. Baxter said. "I'm Ruth Baxter and I assume you are Dave Robinson." 

As she approached she offered her hand which I shook. She had a strong grip and it was evident she tried to stay in shape. 

"Yes ma'am." I replied. I could see the family resemblance. Both women had dark hair, although the older woman's hair had started to grey a bit. They were nearly the same height, about 5'8" I guessed. Mrs. Baxter wore a navy knee length skirt and white button up blouse. Her hips were full with just a hint of some extra padding both front and back. She had large breasts which her bra was struggling to hold up. She carried herself gracefully. I guessed she was in her late 50's but was still attractive, especially for her age. She seemed pleasant enough but was more formal than her daughter.

Jessica had tits that were smaller than her mother's but still adequate and proportional for a woman of her size. They were perky and stood up nicely even though she was not wearing a bra. Her legs were slim and toned. She had curves everywhere you would expect. Her butt filled out her shorts nicely and it appeared to be firm. It was hard to take my eyes off of it as she walked around the room and then sat at the table across from me. Her skin was a deep bronzed tan with no evidence of a tan line. She had a beautiful smile that she displayed often. She had that "girl next door" look. 

Mrs. Baxter continued to look into my eyes and I got the feeling she was trying to look into my soul. It was obvious that she was checking me out just as much as I was her and her daughter. I am just over 6' tall and weigh about 180 lbs. I have dark hair and maintain my body in pretty god shape. Although I haven't been going to the gym like I did when playing sports in high school, I remained trim but the "six pack abs" that I had in high school weren't as defined as they use to be. 

"It's so nice to meet a polite young man nowadays." Mrs. Baxter said. "Most guys your age wouldn't have stood up when a lady enters a room. I can see your mother brought you up right."

"She certainly tried, Ma'am."

"Yes, I can see that." She said. "Let's begin. I'll start by giving you some background information before we talk about the position. I live here with my daughter Jessica. My husband died 5 years ago. We had a large family which necessitated adding on the house several times. As you can see, it is a large house that sits on a large lot."

"There were six children." She continued. "Five girls and a boy. Jessica is the only one still living with me. The girls visit during the summer but they are all busy with their careers and don't have time for mummy like they used to. My son, John, died in a plane crash 2 years ago. He was a navy pilot and was killed when his plane crashed on takeoff."

"I'm sorry to hear that." I said.

"Thank you." She replied. "There are seven bedrooms in the house, plus two master suites. One of the suites was occupied by my mother when she was living, now that is Jessica's bedroom. I occupy the other suite. I rent out six of the bedrooms to students and keep the last bedroom free for guests."

She continued. "There is a separate building adjacent to the main house that contains the garage and two apartments. I employ a live-in cook and a maid, and that is where the live. My maid, Marie, recently quit to take care of her sick sister and that is the position that is currently open."

I thought for a moment taking in all that Mrs. Baxter had told me.

"Mrs. Baxter." I said. "I really need a place to live beginning next semester. My parent are going through a divorce and they are not going to be in a position to help be financially as I had expected. My mom's goal in life is to see me graduate from college, so I will do anything to make that happen."

"I really don't know anything about being a maid." I continued. "But I would be willing to learn. I am also pretty handy around the house fixing things and could help out with the yard work as well."

"Well, I don't know. There are just some things that a maid can do that just wouldn't be proper for a young man." She said. "On the other hand, it would be nice to have a man around the house again to take care of odd jobs that come up. I'll have to think about this for a bit." 

She paused for a moment then continued.

"Tell you what. Take a tour of the property. Jessica can show you around. If you are interested in the position after seeing a facilities, we will discuss our options. Sound fair?"

"Yes ma'am. That sounds great." I said. "And thank you, Ma'am".

Jessica took me through the house. The original house was two stories, and evidently had been remodeled when the additions were built. The first floor contained a parlor for receiving guests, a formal living room and a more informal lounge area with a large TV and several sofas and recliners. On the opposite side of the main hallway was a formal dining room, a library and towards the back of the house was the kitchen.

When we got to the kitchen I met Hilda, the cook. She was a large woman who appeared to be in her mid-40s. She was tall, probably 5'10" with a huge butt and watermelon sized tits. She wore dark slacks and a sleeveless blouse which strained to control the mass of her chest. She was what many would refer to as a big and beautiful woman. She greeted Jessica and spoke with a German accent which was easy enough to understand. 

She smiled politely as Jessica walked by, but I could tell she was a little annoyed that someone had dared to enter her space while she was preparing dinner. She glared at me for a moment before returning to her work. One thing was certain, the aroma from whatever she was cooking was making my mouth water.

We headed up the stairs to the second floor. On the left side of the hall was a suite that was similar to a three bedroom apartment. There was a common living area with kitchenette and large bathroom. The bedrooms were larger than those in the dorms on campus. Each contained a single queen sized bed, although they were easily large enough to hold two beds each.

On the right side of the hallway there was a game room with various video and computer games set up. The room contained some couches as well as a TV. It was obvious this was a room for having fun. Down the hall was another room with desks and chairs that appeared to be used as a quiet room for studying. 

Heading back downstairs we headed to the east wing. It housed the two master suites and the guest bedroom. The masters were designed similarly with a large bedroom, a walk-in closet with dressing area, a sitting area and a huge bathroom. The bathroom alone was larger than my dorm room on campus. The guest bedroom was smaller than the master and did not have the walk in closet or dressing area. Although the master suites were similar in design, they were decorated differently. As we walked in Jessica's bedroom she smiled and said. 

"I hope you like my bedroom" she said. "It's a little messy right now. Marie use to straighten it for me. I hope we can spend some time together in here if things work out."

I started to stutter not believing what I had just heard. I was now sporting an erection and hoped the bulge was not obvious to Jessica. It really didn't matter because as she passed me to leave her room, she brushed her hand against my pelvis, smiled and kept on walking. I didn't know if she was just a tease or if she meant what she said, but I knew this could make for an interesting situation. 

The west wing was similar in design to the second floor. The only difference was the game room and study were replaced with the laundry area. It was a large area that had two commercial washer and dryers. There was an area for folding clothes and an ironing station. There was also a floor sink and wash basin. On one wall hung the mops brooms that were used to clean the mammoth home and a cabinet with cleaning supplies. It reminded me of why I was here.

We headed down to the basement. It was open concept and apparently designed as a party space. I saw a well-stocked wet bar along one wall. There was seating for at least 30 people. Part of the area was partitioned to form a media area complete with projection TV. A pool table was along another wall and there was still plenty of open are that could be used for dancing or just mingling.


Dave Gets an Education Pt. 02



Chapter 5: Dave gets initiated

I had brought Prof. Williams to three orgasms with my tongue before she relented and allowed Mrs. Baxter to take over. Prof. Williams was about 50 and had been divorced for several years. While working for her she had often flirted with me, and suggested that we get together some evening on a more social basis. I never took her up on the suggestion. I didn't want to get involved with one of my professors. Besides, she really did not turn me on sexually. She was nice enough, had a great sense of humor, but physically she was a mess. She was a short woman, only about 5'2" and plump. Actually, plump is putting it nicely. When she sat at her desk in the office, her ass hung off both sides of the chair. She dressed in loose fitting clothes to try and hide some of the curves that popped out in all the wrong places. She had let her hair grey naturally and kept it short pulled back off her face.

She was demanding as she directed me to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. She pulled on my hair forcing me to lick deep into her and use my tongue to penetrate her slit. I expected she hadn't had sex in quite a while and was trying to make up for lost time in one afternoon; and at my expense. When she finally let me loose she said she had to take a break but would see me later for round 2. 

Mrs. Baxter was gentler with me than Prof. Williams had been. She wanted me to slowly lick her from front to back making her entire clit wet with my saliva. She also had me massage her inner thigh with the tip of my fingers. As she got more aroused, she had me suck on her until she started moaning. She grabbed my head and told me to gently kiss her as she positioned my head where she wanted attention. Finally, as she approached orgasm, she had me penetrate her with my tongue. She tasted different than Prof. Williams. Not really better or worse, just different. Her orgasm was strong and she held my face to her throughout it. When she finished she said panting.

"That was good, not great but certainly acceptable. By the time we have you trained, you will be an expert with the tongue."

I didn't have a lot of experience performing oral sex on women, and actually had never swallowed a woman's juice. I much preferred having a women perform for me while I held her head forcing her to accept the flow I was unwilling to accept. That was the way it was supposed to work according to my dad. He had given me the 'birds and bees' lecture when I started masturbating as a teenager. He said to look at animals in nature. The male takes what he wants and the female submits. 

"That's how nature works" he would say. 

No wonder I had a 'use then lose' attitude toward women all through high school. It was like a light had turned on inside my head. Women were not created to be used. They were created to be worshiped.

Jessica was smiling at me now. She was staring at the erection that had been ignored since the masturbation she performed earlier that morning. I was leaking and a small pool of cum had formed on the floor.

"I think we had better do something about this." She said as she pointed at my cock. "We'll have a much better uses for it after lunch."

"Your right dear. I have just the thing. I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Just have him lay in his back over there. You can go ahead and sit on his face if you want, that way he'll be a little distracted when I return." Mrs. Baxter said as she left the room.

"You heard her. Lie over here on your back. It's my turn now. You will be the first man to lick my pussy, and I can't wait to cum in your mouth over and over again." Jessica said.

I lay down by the table after moving a few chairs to make room. Jessica came over and straddled my face. As she lowered her body slowly towards my mouth I got my first view of the pussy I had been thinking of since I had first seen her three weeks ago. I had masturbated to the thought of having sex with this temptress and now it was about to happen, orally at least. She spread the lips if her pussy as she made contact with my mouth. I was open and waiting for her and my tongue darted into her opening and penetrated as deeply as I could.

"Ouch! Take it easy down there. I want you to make tender love to me. Give me tender kisses, lick me softly. Seduce me with your tongue." she was saying. "You are going to be my first, and I want it to be special. I plan to sit here for a long, long time. Now, GET TO WORK!"

Her mom came back about 10 minutes later and I felt the coldness of several ice cubes on my cock. She laughed at my discomfort as I wiggled to avoid the contact. Despite to aroma coming from Jessica's pussy, my cock shriveled and tried to find a warmer place to hide. Mrs. Baxter would have none of that. She grabbed it and pulled the flaccid member until it was fully stretched and the skin was taut. She then slid something hard and round over my member. First one, then another and then another until five metal objects encircled my cock. I didn't know what was happening as I couldn't see with Jessica on my face, but I knew that whatever it was, they would become tighter when my cock swelled again.

By this time Jessica was getting aroused and nearing her first orgasm. She was forcing my face deep into her and yelling at me to lick harder. Any desires she had for a long and tender loving were long gone. She was desperate to cum and she was nearly beating my head on the floor as she squirmed on my face. Finally her orgasm hit her and she squeezed her thighs holding my head hostage. I could barely breathe. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, but probably only lasted a minute or so. Finally she let up, relaxed her thighs and turned to look at what her mother had done.

"These are cock rings Jessica." her mother said. "I had to shrink his cock with ice to get them on. As he regained his erection they got tight and prevented the return of blood, trapping it in the penis. One is normally enough to keep a male for cumming, but with what we have planned for him, I put on five."

"I am going to put a couple of condoms on him now," she continued. "They will decrease his sensitivity and keep him from leaking all over the place. Why not try the reverse cowgirl position. That way you can watch his cock spasm as he gets excited. It's great fun to watch. It also allows you to grind your ass into his face. Do it right and his nose will be right at your asshole. It's something that really turns me on. I think I might have a go at it at it after lunch myself. How about you Edna?"

Edna had returned and was watching all the action. She was smiling and rubbing her pussy and occasionally pinching her nipples. The thought of having Prof. Williams sitting on my face was repulsive, but it would not be my choice. Maybe Jessica would take me to her bedroom and save me from the ordeal.

"Oh, that sounds interesting. I haven't done that in years. Of course I'm a little heavier now. Do you think 280 lbs. would be too much for him?" Ms. Williams replied.

"I hope not." Mrs. Baxter said "I promised Hilda some time with him this afternoon after she gets cleaned up from lunch. She's been depressed since Marie left so I thought this might help. Anyway, she's well over 300 lbs. and knowing her, she will want to sit on his face while he licks her cunt and ass."

"She used to do it to Don all the time. She is a little heavier now, but I'm sure it will be alright. You just have to make sure you give him an opportunity to breathe every now and then." Mrs. Baxter added. 

Now I was really hoping Jessica would snatch me up and take me to her room. The thought of both Prof. Williams and Hilda sitting on my face was scary. Jessica's 125 lbs. was kind of enjoyable, at least until she started squeezing her thighs and putting me in a scissors hold, but 300 lbs. on my face; I wasn't too sure about that.

Jessica, who had been sitting on my chest during this conversation said she wanted another go at me before lunch. She turned round and inched back until her asshole was at my nose level. Fortunately she appeared clean back there. Thank goodness for good hygiene. As she put weight on my face she spread her checks with her hands and my nose came in contact with her little star. She told me to rub my nose across it and she gave a little shiver.

"Oh, that feels good. I think your tongue will be spending many hours worshiping the star. Right now my pussy needs some attention. Make sure you do a good job." She said as she leaned forward slightly to allow my tongue better access to her clit.

She used me until I brought her to another orgasm. This one was more violent than the first. She grabbed my head with her hands and pulled me into her. She wiped her twat across my face forcing me to lick her deeply. She bounced up and down on my face and finally deposited a load of female love juice into my mouth. I thought she was done, but as she finished her orgasm, she slid down a bit until her butt lined up with my mouth. She spread her ass cheeks again and wiggled until my lips were touching her asshole.

"Kiss the star." She said.

I kissed her softly on the ass. 

"No, kiss it like you mean it." She added. "Stick that tongue in there and force my hole open. Make believe it's my mouth and swirl your tongue around. Make me want to cum again. Just your tongue and my precious star."

The taste was bitter. The thought of what I was doing was worse than the act itself. I was able to penetrate the outer lips of her asshole and roll my tongue to move it around a bit. She was squealing with delight as I penetrated her ass. She started pushing back like she needed to take a shit, but nothing came. Her hole did open a bit allowing my tongue further access but after a while she relaxed and repositioned again. She sat fully on my face again. Now my nose was again aligned with her star. Spreading her ass cheeks once more she pressed all of her weight on my nose. Again she bore down and I could feel her asshole open slightly. The smell was stronger now. It wasn't unbearable, but certainly unpleasant. Then I heard it, and smelled it. She had farted on my face.

As she got up she said. "Just a parting kiss. Look mom, a brown-noser! We'll continue this after lunch but right now I'm hungry."

By the time I got things straightened up and wiped up any mess we had made, Hilda was serving lunch.

"This is the last time I will be serving you." she said. "After today, you'll be serving me, and I can be such a Bitch".

As she turned to leave the rest of the ladies burst out in laughter. I simply stared.

Lunch was uneventful. The food was delicious and I made a mental note to tell Hilda so when I saw her again. I had a feeling I needed to stay on her good side and a compliment always helps. The women talked about what was going on in the community and current affairs. They ask Jessica and me how our classes were going and if we were ready for our exams. Jessica said she had some studying to do but she thought she was ready. I told them I was doing well in most of my classes, but that English Literature was a bitch and that I needed to bring my C average up to a B to maintain my GPA.

The women stared at me for a moment then Mrs. Baxter started.

"David, you are never to use the "B" word in this house. The only Bitch here is you! That word and many like it are derogatory to women and you are forbidden to use them. I will overlook it this one time, but this is your only warning. Any derogatory remarks or actions towards women will be dealt with harshly. Even if I only hear that you have been disrespectful, you will be guilty until proven innocent. Given your history, I suspect you should be on your very best behavior around all women. Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied as I stared at the plate of food in front of me.

"As for English Literature," she continued. "I hated it in college too. I think most students probably do, but it is a required class and you will pass it. Remember what happens if you let your GPA drop, and even a C in English Lit will likely ending up causing you a punishment. I'm sure you don't want that."

"No ma'am. I will study real hard so I can do well on the exam." I said.

We were finished lunch by a little after 1PM. I was instructed to clear the table and assist Hilda clean up the kitchen and straighten the dining room. When done I was to report to the Library where the rest of the ladies would be waiting for me. I cleared all the dishes and put them on the cart Hilda had left. I wiped down the table, straightened the chairs and inspected everything to make sure all was in order. I wheeled the cart into the kitchen where Hilda was finishing her lunch at the kitchen table. She looked at me for a moment. 

"That meal was fantastic Hilda." I said as I unloaded the cart.

She just sat there looking at me for a while. When she stood she said.

"I was disappointed when Marie left. She was my bitch and I am going to miss her a lot, especially in bed. It's been a long time since I dominated a male. I used to dominate Mr. Baxter until he got sick. Anyway, now I have you and I can guarantee you will be on your hands and knees before me in one way or another. Right now you need to get this kitchen clean. I'll supervise with this little toy. It's called a flogger. It's not as painful as some of my other toys, but I'm sure it will be sufficient to motivate you today."

With that, I began cleaning the kitchen. I was informed that Hilda was the cook, and I was the maid. Cooks cook and maids clean so I would be cleaning the kitchen daily under her supervision. She said that although she was Mrs. Baxter's servant, that being a male made me less than a servant and that in addition to serving them, I would now also be serving her.

I cleaned while she occasionally brought the flogger down across my back or ass. She made me clean several of the pots and pans over, not satisfied with the job I did. This gave her the opportunity to flog me for poor performance. I suspected she just wanted an opportunity to apply the flogger. I was finished with the dishes, had cleaned the countertop and table and was getting ready to head to the library when I felt a hard swat on my butt from the flogger.

"Where do you think you're going, boy?" She demanded. "You still have the floor to do. Put some disinfectant and water in that bucket and get down on your hands and knees and scrub this floor. You haven't earned the privilege of a mop yet." 

I was still naked. My cock was bound with the cock rings Mrs. Baxter had applied. It throbbed with my pulse and was beginning to hurt due to its confinement. I got down on my knees which exposed my back and bottom to her. As I worked she beat me regularly showing me all the spots she said I had missed. As I was finishing Mrs. Baxter walked into the kitchen.

"What's taking so long?" she asked. "Edna has to leave by 4pm and it is nearly 2:30 now. What are you doing on the floor Dave?"

I stuttered for a moment not knowing what to say. Hilda approached Mrs. Baxter

"He's been cleaning the kitchen ma'am." She replied. "He had to do a few things over and I had to show him the correct way to wash and dry dishes. We need to make sure they're clean so no one gets sick. Of course, he needed a little motivation which this flogger provided."

Mrs. Baxter gave Hilda a questioning look. "Is the dishwasher broken?" 

I kind of smirked a bit. Hilda was going to get hers now.

"Oh, no Ma'am" Hilda replied. "It's scrubbing the floor on his hands and knees. Isn't he cute down there?"

Both women laughed and I knew now that Hilda's treatment of me was both condoned and expected and I would just have to try to keep it minimized. Hilda actually scared me.

"OK then, try to hurry up, we are getting impatient and his tongue should be recovered now. Remember, you'll get you're opportunity too." Mrs. Baxter said. "Why don't you put this on him and lead him into the Library. After all, you already have him on hand and knees."

She handed Hilda a leather collar and leash and turned to leave. Once she was gone Hilda gave me twenty strokes with the flogger.

"I saw that smirk." She said. "You thought I was going to get in trouble for mistreating you. Ha! That will be the day. As long as you have that thing dangling between your legs and those balls which I can't wait to torment, you will be used by any woman who chooses to use you. The sooner you learn that, the better off you will be."

With that she snapped the collar around my neck and attached the leash to it. She dumped the water in the pail and placed the floor sponge in the sink. I didn't think she wanted me to get off my hands and knees. She balled the leash up in her hand forcing me to crawl no more than 6 inches behind her. All I could see was her mammoth ass. 

"Don't you dare run into my ass." she said. "Unauthorized touch is prohibited. I know you can't wait to lick me there, but there will be plenty of time for that."

She was walking through the dining room and stopped suddenly to bend over to pick up the paddle that had been left there. Since she had been pulling me along at a brisk pace, I could not stop in time and my face ran into her bottom. I immediately tried to back up but she pulled the leash taut keeping my face implanted.

"I told you not to run into me." She said. "You will pay for this."

For the rest of the trip to the library she kept my nose buried is her ass. I could smell her ass as she walked. Each step rubbed my nose and pushed me deeper into the crevice of her butt. We entered the library and all the women there burst into laughter.

"What do we have here?" Mrs. Baxter asked. "I'm glad you two are getting acquainted, but really..."

They continued to laugh as they came closer to get a better look.

"Well, I guess he just couldn't wait to get a smell." Hilda lied. "I was just walking along and he crawled up and stuck his head back there. I just kept walking since I knew you were all waiting for him."

"Yes, well, I see." Ruth Baxter was still trying to maintain her composure. "We were planning to use his tongue some more this afternoon. I thought he might want to taste some more pussy. I was looking forward to it since he only got me off one time. But, if he really wants to kiss some ass, I guess we can progress to analingus if that's OK with everyone else."

The ladies smiled and looked at one another. 

"I don't care where his tongue goes as long as he gets me off a couple more times before I have to leave." Edna Williams said. "And Dave, I can guarantee you will be spending time under my desk when you come to work on Monday." 

The women once again broke into laughter.

"Can I go first since I have to leave for a dinner meeting?" Edna asked.

"Sure" Mrs. Baxter said. "But I think we should move this little party to the East Wing. The other girls will be getting home soon, and I'm not ready to let them in on my plans just yet. For now, anything concerning Dave and how he has been used today remains behind closed doors. Is that ok with everyone?"

They all nodded their agreement.

"We can go to my room." said Jessica. "Can I have the leash Hilda?"

I was led to Jessica's room crawling on hands and knees. She allowed a little more of the leash to dangle behind her than Hilda did, but with the other ladies following along behind, I felt like I was being pushed so I followed close behind her. The view was much nicer than when Hilda pulled me along, but when Jessica stopped to open her door the result was the same. She pulled me tight against her bottom and I gave her a kiss and opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out which caused her to jump. She turned and slapped me hard across the face.

"You will do what we want, when we want." She yelled. "You are not to take liberties on your own. Do you understand?" 




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 02



"What happened?" Mrs. Baker asked.

"He stuck his tongue in my ass without permission." Jessica replied.

"Guess he's eager to taste a little asshole." Prof. Williams chimed in.

"I believe he's earned his first punishment." Was Jessica's reply.

Mrs. Baxter put an end to all the banter. She told me to go and kneel by the bed while she discussed this with Jessica in the hall. The other ladies gathered around me and waited for Mrs. Baxter to return. After a few minutes she called Hilda into the hall and I could see the three women talking. After a few minutes Hilda left and Mrs. Baxter and Jessica came back into the bedroom.

Mrs. Baxter said. "Ladies, I'm afraid this has changed our plans for today. Dave has earned his first punishment, and since you were all present to witness his acts of shame, you are entitled to participate and/or watch if you like. Since Jessica and Hilda were the ladies offended and they have determined his fate."

Mrs. Baxter and Jessica continued to berate me for what I had done and I was required to apologize to each of the women present. Once Hilda returned I had to apologize to her as well and was then instructed to stick my tongue out so that I could kiss each of their asses as I had done to Jessica. Each lady turned and bent at the waist so I had good access to her bottom. I then had to stick my tongue into each woman's ass and leave it there until directed to withdraw it.

Jessica then approached me and applied leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. Hilda place a leather belt tightly around my waist. It had additional straps attached to it as well as various other rings. 

There was a strap that went through my legs and up the crack of my ass before attaching to the belt in the back. It included a large ring near where it attached in the front which my cock and balls were slid through. My cock was then attached to the belt in the front which caused my balls to be exposed in front of me. Two additional straps designed to act as suspenders were passed from the back of the belt over my shoulders and reattached to the belt in the front. The placement of these additional straps insured that the belt would remain in place throughout my ordeal, whatever that might be.

I was told to lay across the middle of the bed with my face on one edge and my feet at the other. My wrists were attached to the waist belt effectively immunizing them to my sides. A rope was attached to the bedpost at the head of the bed and to the right of my head. A second rope was attached to the foot board to the left of my head. Additional ropes were tied to the waist band and run to the head and foot boards on the opposite side of the bed. A spreader bar was attached to the ankle restraints causing my legs to be spread at about 3 feet. The ropes were passed around the spreader bar. 

Jessica and Hilda pulled on the ropes, my legs were pulled upward until they were sticking straight in the air. This also tightened the ropes attached to the waist strap keeping me from being pulled of the bed.

Mrs. Baxter came over and inspected the ladies work. 

"A little tighter I think." She said. "I want his bottom off the bed so we have a good target."

The ladies pulled a little more and my feet were now pointing slightly towards my face and my butt was slightly raised off the bed. 

Mrs. Baxter was again scolding me. "I had planned an afternoon of cunnilingus followed by you pleasuring us on that pole of yours. Since you had to act cute and stick that nasty tongue of yours up Jessica and Hilda's ass, now I have to punish you instead. Actually, Hilda and Jessica have decided your fate since it was them that you offended."

"Jessica, he's all yours." Said Mrs. Baxter.

Jessica and Hilda stepped forward. Jessica held two dice in her hand and Hilda held a strange contraption in hers. Hilda explained that she was holding a dental dam like the ones a dentist would use to keep a patient's mouth open. One inserted, I would not be able to close my mouth or scream out. I would be able to stick my tongue out and would have to swallow anything that went in my mouth or choke on it.

The ladies looked amused at where this was going and Hilda inserted the device in my mouth and ratcheted it open. Jessica then gave one of the dice to Hilda who rolled it. It came up a 3. 

"Three" Jessica announced. "That means Dave will be making each of you cum 3 times this afternoon. Since he appears to prefer ass to pussy, he will be performing analingus instead of cunnilingus."

She wasn't finished.

"Now" she continued. "I think he will need a little motivation to do a good job, especially when his tongue gets a little tired. Those of you not being serviced with his tongue can help motivate him with the paddle."

The ladies were hooting and hollering and some were even applauding.

"I will roll the dice again." She continued. "Whatever numbers come up will be multiplied together to determine how many strokes of the paddle he will receive. We will use a new lady for each round. That means you will each get to paddle him three times. Wow. 5 & 6. That's 30 stokes. We had better get started. Who's first?"

Prof. Williams wanted to go first. Her eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree. With my mouth locked in the open position she could make the most of my tongue which was actually still sore from the morning's events. She had stripped nearly naked. The only thing she was wearing was her bra. She approached the bed and backed up to my face. She sat allowing most of her weight to rest on me. She squirmed a little until her asshole was lined up with my mouth. 

"Since you seem to like to taste ass, I'll let you taste mine too." she said. "Be glad I took a shower this morning. It's difficult for me to reach around there so sometimes a miss a little when I clean myself. Feel free to clean up anything you find. Now stick that tongue of yours up my ass. I'm sure it's not as pretty as Jessica's star, but it deserves worshiping just the same."

With that she bore down just as Jessica had done that morning. She was fairly clean and I think most of her banter was more to scare or humiliate me. I licked and penetrated her anus for what seemed like forever. She continued squirming as I worked my tongue in and out of her anus. I felt the paddling begin. Whoever it was, swung hard and slow with no prolonged pauses. I was able to figure out the rhythm and predict when each stoke would hit. My guess was that it was Either Hilda or Jessica as it didn't seem like Mrs. Baxter's style.

About that time Ms. Williams moaned. She leaned forward and grabbed her legs lifting them off of the floor then started rocking on my face. Her entire weight now pressed onto me. Fortunately the bed gave a little which absorbed some of it. As Ms. Williams's orgasm continued the ladies were cheering her on. Then I heard someone say "Hope you don't have to take a dump like you did that one time" and the room burst into laughter. Then there was a round of applause as Edna got up and turned to face the crowd."

"You guys" she said "You know that was an accident. I would never intentionally shit on someone. I might have someone lick it off my ass, but take a dump in someone's mouth? Never." 

More laughter erupted. The ladies were having a great time at my expense. Several were masturbating. I saw Jessica. She had her cellphone out and was taking pictures of my ordeal.

"Hilda, you're next." Jessica said. "Mom, can you take the paddle, I want some more pictures. I might even do a slide show. We can show it when the new girls get here in the fall."

Hilda approached me with a smile on her face. She looked down at my face with my mouth wide open. She turned and sat full on my face as my world turned black. Her large ass covered my face completely and she smelled of something sour. I hoped she would allow me to breathe but I knew that I had better get started as the sooner I started the sooner I would be done. I tried to pretend it was Jessica's cute little butt sitting on my face but the taste and the smell brought me back to reality. She did easy up every now and then allowing me to catch a quick gasp of air, but the break was short lived and she would once again push all her weight down on me.

"How much do you way Hilda?" I heard someone ask. 

"About 350." was the reply.

Suddenly I felt the paddle. The good thing was it gave me something else to focus on, the bad thing was it hurt like hell. I knew Mrs. Baxter was swinging it. She was using the same technique she had used this morning. I never knew when it was about to strike so I couldn't prepare like I did when Jessica hit me.

I felt the weight on my face shift again and Hilda started to cum. She wiggled her ass and told me to push harder and wiggle. I did my best. I wanted her off of me. Finally it was over. She wiped the sweat from my forehead. And turned to look at me.

"No damage done." she said. "I think I better make a trip to Ladies room though, we don't want to have any accidents do we?" Before she left she bent over and whispered in my ear. "I still have a key to Marie's room. I'll be over to see you a lot after you move in."

Jessica yelled out to Hilda. "You had better use the guest bathroom. I think I'm out of TP."

"That's alright" she replied. "There is plenty lying here on the bed."

The ladies laughed as Hilda made her way into Jessica's bathroom. The toilet flushed several minutes later.

Edna was beside herself. It was almost time for her to leave, which I hoped she would do before her turn came around again.

"Ruth, can I borrow your phone?" she said "I think I need to cancel my appointment. I still have an itch that needs some attention."

"Sure" Ruth replied. "You can use the one in my bedroom. It's right across the hall." 

It was Jessica's turn next. Her ass was more tolerable than the previous two women. I really didn't mind licking her ass especially compared to Hilda and Prof. Williams. The problem was that all of their tastes were mingling together and I could still taste Hilda while licking Jessica. The paddling started again. These stokes were the hardest yet and I suspected this was the work of Hilda.

After her climax, Jessica wiggled around a bit and allowed me to smell her cunt. It was dripping wet and smelled of her arousal. She was getting off on my punishment, my pain and my humiliation. I knew she wasn't the sweet girl I fantasized about, but she still turned me on more than any woman I had ever met. Next up was Mrs. Baxter, the only one of the four women whose ass I had not tasted.

Prior to sitting on my face Mrs. Baxter took a wash cloth and cleaned my face. I stuck out my tongue and she inspected it. She gave me a breathe mint to help clear the taste from my mouth. I tried to thank her but the words came out all distorted. I think she understood as she smiled briefly. When she sat I was surprised to find her pussy over my mouth. 

"I had to use the restroom a little while ago too." she stated "since Jessica was out of TP, I need you to clean my pussy before tasting my ass."

Mrs. Baxter had peed, but would her ass need cleaning too. The thought was revolting. I started licking her cunt. It tasted a little salty, but other than that, it was not too bad. As I continued to lick her clean I sensed her becoming more aroused. I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy and she erupted in a massive orgasm. Her juices flowed like none of the other women had. She was panting. She was cussing and calling out for God at the same time. After about 30 seconds it was over. The juice tasted different. It was then that I realized she had peed while having her orgasm.

"That one doesn't count." she said. "You didn't lick my ass. Now clean me again before you taste my ass."

I cleaned her up and she moved until her ass was upon my face. I slowly pushed my tongue out not sure of what I would find. Meanwhile the paddling began. Everyone had used the paddle except Prof. Williams. The strokes were powerful and hurt as much as Hilda's did. She really knew how to swing a paddle. My eyes were tearing as my bottom had now endured 120 strokes with the paddle.

Fortunately, Mrs. Baxter's ass was clean. Evidently she only had to pee earlier. She moved around more than the other women. She seemed to enjoy the licking as much as the penetration of her hole. It took her a while to cum this time since she just had just had an orgasm minutes before. Finally she erupted. Her juices ran down over my face and into my mouth. Now I had experienced all the women, and except for Hilda and Prof. Williams the experience was tolerable. Unfortunately, Prof. Williams was up next.

They took a break for a little while, Hilda brought them some wine and they talked and drank for about half an hour. Occasionally one would come over and stroke my cock. Since it wasn't going to be used for anything else, Mrs. Baxter took the condoms off. It was sensitive. The stroking increased the dribble but wasn't enough to make me shoot. The cock rings were doing their job.

Prior to starting the second round I saw Jessica go into her bathroom. A short time later I heard her toilet flush. I was feeling a little nauseated as Prof. Williams backed up for her second round on my face.

I was a little uneasy after the last episode with Edna Williams. I remembered the comments she made and had to wonder if she was just playing with my mind or if she was really serious. Had she accidentally shit in a man's mouth while he kissed her ass? I hoped it was all a mind game, but I did remember that she said she was going to use the bathroom so it "wouldn't happen again". I groaned as she took her seat.

"I canceled an important dinner meeting just to give you another opportunity to scratch my itch." she said. "I hope you appreciate my sacrifice." 

I didn't appreciate her sense of humor, although several of the others snickered. She sat down and rubbed her ass across my nose a couple of times like she was scratching it. She moaned in pleasure and decided to continue her rubbing. Once again the paddling began. It was to the point that it was almost unbearable. I was debating which was worse, the weight on my face or the burning of my ass. Finally she settled on my tongue and told me to get busy. By this time my tongue was sore and tired. I was having trouble pushing it through the outer lips of her anus. She could feel the difficulty I was having and decided to push back forcefully. She was bearing down like she was trying to have a bowel movement when it happened. She farted loudly into my face. The smell was disgusting and cleared he room. She remained on my face covering her nose with her hand trying to disperse some of the fumes. I had no option. I lay there and took the blunt of the blast. 

After a few minutes it past. I was near vomiting and my eyes were watering. She had not allowed me to take a breath of air for nearly 2 minutes. Finally she moved, allowing me to breathe for maybe 15 seconds.

"Sorry about that." she said "It happens sometimes. Gas can be a problem as you get older but you will get used to it in time."

I doubted that. Anyway I could tell her arousal was increasing. The others had returned. At least my paddling was over. I increased my penetration of her ass and could taste the remnants of her fart. I hoped she was nearly there. She climaxed a few minutes later. Prior to getting up she rubbed her ass across my nose for about a minute. 

"Thanks for scratching my itch." she said.

Hilda was up next. She smiled as she started to sit. I think this was intentional as I saw a something smeared all over her ass and up her crack. It was brown in color but I really couldn't smell it.

"Got a little present for you Dave." She said. Had to use the bathroom and Jessica was out of TP. Hope you don't mind, but I think my ass needs a good cleaning."

With that she spread her cheeks and sat on my face. I didn't want to stick my tongue out but I had no choice. She could smother me if she wanted and the paddling had started again. 

"Chocolate" I screamed to myself. "The bitch had smeared chocolate over her ass to fuck with my mind."

The entire room was laughing now. I had been squirming under Hilda's weight. She made me lick all the chocolate off her ass and up and down the crevice between her cheeks. This delayed her orgasm. Now she was pushing back against my tongue, urging it deeper into her. I heard gurgling from her tummy. I was afraid that another fart was coming, or worse yet, something more solid. Nothing happened. She spurted her juice a few minutes later and when she got up looked at my chocolate covered face and smiled.

"The mind is a powerful weapon." she said. 

Jessica and Mrs. Baster took their turn s to complete the second round. Hilda brought another bottle of wine and the ladies continued to drink. Hilda said that she had to start dinner and asked if she could go first for the final round. Everyone agreed and Hilda sat on my face for a third time that afternoon.

Aside from her weight, I had gotten use to the taste and smell. It really wasn't as bad as it could have been. It was more humiliating than painful. The paddling on the other hand. That hurt. I had already felt the force of the paddle over 240 times and the ladies had extended the strike zone from my bottom to my upper thighs and now my lower thighs. I was on the home stretch and amazingly enough, my cock was still rigid.

Hilda had just finished having her third orgasm and smiled at me as she left to make her way to the kitchen. Prof. Williams was taking her seat with a little bit of difficulty. She appeared to have had one too many glasses of wine. I started on her ass and she moaned and kept moving back and forth across my tongue. She was rubbing her clit as she was doing this and all of a sudden it was like a dam burst. She started peeing over my face. Some going in my mouth.

"Shit" she said. "Not again."

She repositioned so that my mouth caught all of the spillage. I hoped that was all there was but after a short pause, another torrential rain hit. It flooded my mouth and ran down the sides of it. My face was soaked, as were the sheets. She repositioned again and my tongue was against her asshole. She was pushing hard and I could feel it giving way. I wanted this to be over before something else happened, so I increased my effort with my tongue, licking for all I was worth. Suddenly I felt it. Her orgasm hit and once again flooded my face. 

When finished she immediately got up and made her way to the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush and she reentered the room.

"Sorry girls." She said. "Didn't mean to make a mess of things but when a girl has to go, she has to go."

Mrs. Baxter replied. "Well, at least you showed us all how to motivate Dave there. He was going at you like a Wildman when he thought you were going to shit on him."

She was right. I was scared I would experience my first brown shower. I had read stories about them and even fantasized about them, but anytime I saw one in a video it made me sick. I didn't see how anyone could subject themselves to perform as a full time toilet.

There were no further surprises as the last two ladies used my mouth. When finished I was untied and escorted into Jessica's bathroom. There was a full roll of TP next to the toilet. I looked at her and she smiled.

"The mind is a powerful weapon" she reminded me.

The cock rings were removed and I was told to get cleaned up. My clothes were brought to me and I was left alone in the bathroom but told not to masturbate.

I used Jessica's tub to soak in. After about 15 minutes she came in and helped wash my back. She massaged my cock and balls and they soon started to recover. I still had not cum since she masturbated me this morning, and my balls were soon full and ready for action. She rubbed some ointment on my butt which she said would keep them soft and relieve some of the pain. She also rubbed some ointment of my cock.




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 02



"It's the responsibility of a mistress to look out for the welfare of her servants." She said. "Being new at this, I got carried away and let Hilda take advantage of a situation. I will have mom deal with her later but I want to make it up to you first."

She put her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Her tongue penetrated my lips and swirled around inside my mouth playing tag with my sore, nearly raw tongue. I withdrew and told her that hurt as I put my hand to my mouth. My tongue was raw from overuse.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how sore your tongue is." she replied. "And don't think you are done yet."

"But my tongue can't take any more, please no more tonight." I replied.

"You have other muscles you can use." she said as she squeezed my cock lightly.

We went back into her bedroom and all the other women had left except for Edna Williams. Everything had been picked up and the room looked normal again. The sheets had been changed and she was lying in the middle of Jessica's bed. I was confused as to what was going on.

"Edna asked if she could have you one more time before she leaves." Jessica said. "She cancelled her appointment this evening so she could stay and play with us. I told her you would be glad to service her any time she wants. I'll be back when you're done, but be sure to save a little for me." 

It was about 6 pm when Edna Williams left that night. She looked content and had a smile on her face.

"I'll see you after class on Monday." She said before leaving. "I have a lot of papers to grade since you will be busy doing other things. By the way, I have a paddle also, and you know I know how to use it. Don't be late."

It was about 7 pm when Jessica came back into the room. I was out cold. Prof. Williams had worked me for three orgasms. She had been on top riding me like a cowgirl forcing me to try and buck her off my pole. She held on, bouncing up and down until she became exhausted. I think I finally got her itch scratched.

"Wake up sleepy head." Jessica said. "You've already missed dinner."

"That's OK, I don't think I could face Hilda right now anyway." I replied.

"Don't worry about her, I'll protect you." she said as she gave me a loving hug. 

"That is, of course unless you piss me off. Then I might give you to her as a present." she teased. "How did it go with Edna? She doesn't get it very often any more so when she does, she likes to really go for it."

"You're right." I said. "She really wore me out. She rode my shaft to three orgasms but I didn't cum once. Come to think about it, I really didn't feel her while she was riding me. It was almost like my cock was numb. I hope it is ok after be restrained all day."

"It's OK Davey." Jessica said. "I put some numbing lotion on it to keep you from shooting your load. It's like the stuff a dentist uses to numb you before he starts drilling. It should have worn off by now. Let me see."

She reached down and fondled my cock and balls. I had regained full sensation in both and they were responding to her touch. If I wasn't so tired and sore I'd have enjoyed it but now, I just lay there.

"That feels good." I said. "Looks like everything is in working order, but I am so tired. I just can't..."

"Shhh" she said. "I'm in charge now and my itch still hasn't been scratched. All you have to do is lay there. I'll do all the work."

She got on the bed and placed her mouth over my cock, slowly engulfing the head. She worked on the head for a while moving up and down, using her tongue to tickle every bit of it. She withdrew and licked the underside of the entire length, squeezing my balls occasionally. Finally she swallowed the entire length bobbing her head up and down as she drove me closer and closer to orgasm.

"God" I said. "I've got to cum now." 

Jessica stopped immediately and retrieved a vibrator from her nightstand. She looked into my eyes as she used the vibrator on herself. She said she wanted to be well lubricated when she impaled herself on me.

I had cooled off a bit but was still rigid as I watched her masturbate with the vibrator. Finally she was ready. She guided my cock to her opening and while looking into my eyes slowly descended. After the head was in she paused for a moment, adjusting to the size. Then in one downward thrust, she impaled herself fully. I saw tears in her eyes and she screamed out as if she was in pain. I asked her if she was all right but she just sat there savoring the moment.

I reached down and felt wetness on my hand. When I looked to see what it was, I saw blood. 

"Was I your first" I asked

"Yes darling" you took me. "You were my first."

She began working herself up and down my cock. She bent forward and kissed me. Even thought my tongue was sore as hell, I pushed it through her lips and met hers. We kissed passionately while making love. It was more than sex, and I knew I loved this woman.

I tried to keep from cumming to soon. I wanted to wait on her. I felt her building to a shuddering climax and finally it hit. Mine followed soon after. We lay there coupled together for a while as neither of us knew what to say.

Finally she spoke "I have been saving myself for someone special. I need a man who will love me no matter what. Mom and I have discussed the type of lifestyle that she and dad experienced. I've also talked to each of my sisters who live similar lifestyles. They have explained the good and the bad and I decided that this is the lifestyle I want. I have been searching for someone who might share that with me."

"This afternoon I was extremely hard on you." She continued. "You could have begged me or mom to end it. She would have torn up the contract and it would have been over. But throughout the afternoon I saw in your eyes the love you felt for me. I am touched. And this was my present to you." 

"If you want to leave now," she continued. "I will tear up the contract and you are free to go. If you are willing to continue in this relationship, then stay and we will continue to make love. Be warned, this will be your only opportunity to void the contract. It has been reviewed by some of the best lawyers in the area. You have seen my mother in action and you know she is thorough. She has friends in influential places who can be just as sadistic as her; and Hilda, well Hilda is Hilda. Mom could destroy you whenever she chooses. If you are not sure this is what you want, leave now."

"You already know that when school resumes there will be other girls living here. They will all be given the opportunity to learn the lifestyle. This will become a place where young women come to be taught to be successful. It will be a place where women are taught how to train men to respect and serve them. As long as you are here you will be included in that training. Now that I have confessed all of this to you, what is your answer?"

"Jessica" I began. "Today I fell in love with you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. There were times this afternoon when the pain and humiliation was almost too much to bear, but when I looked at you, I knew everything would be alright. I know there are things about this lifestyle I will not like. I hope we will be able to discuss those things and come to a mutual understanding."

I continued. "A lot of what happened today, I actually enjoyed. Especially when it was you I was serving. I am not sure I can live up to the expectations you have for me, but I am willing to try as I love you with all of my heart and I dedicate my body to serve you any way I can. Now, can we make love again?"

"Thank you Dave." She replied. "That was very sweet of you. Yes, we can make love. I need your cock hard inside me because I still have an itch that needs scratching."

It was after midnight when I finally got up enough energy to leave. Everyone else was asleep so Jessica let me out without waking up the household. I slept until dinner time the next day. I called Jessica that evening and told her I needed to study for my exams. She told me that was not a problem but wanted to know when I would be moving in. I told her that I would get my things packed this week in between work and studying, and I would try to move on Saturday.

"OK" she said. "Be careful at work. You know how Edna is."

I said goodbye and contemplated calling in sick for work the next day. After thinking about it I figured it was best not to make Prof. Williams mad. I studied for a few hours and then went to bed. Jessica was in my dreams.

Over at the Baxter estate Ruth and her daughter were discussing the previous day's events.

"Hilda was a bit out of control yesterday." Jessica said. "She can be downright mean at times" 

"Yes I know." Mrs. Baxter replied. "I think she is still upset because Marie left her. Edna wasn't much help either. I think she got a little carried away towards the end. I better call her tomorrow and calm her down a little. We don't want to scare Dave off before he moves in."

"OK mom." I replied. "But I don't think you have to worry about him being scared away. I was pretty convincing when I seduced him last night. That blood trick was a great idea. You should have seen his eyes when he thought he had popped my cherry. Can you imagine that? A virgin? No way."

"When is he moving in?" Mrs. Baxter asked.

"Saturday. He said he would pack this week and would move on Saturday." Jessica replied.

"OK." Mrs. Baxter said. "We'll meet with him Saturday morning when he gets here and give him a brief orientation about expectations." 

"Sounds good, I'm going to bed. See you in the morning, mom."



Dave Gets an Education Pt. 03



Chapter 6: The phone call

I called my mom after talking to Jessica.

"I have some great news." I told her. "I have a full scholarship for my Junior and Senior year. Mrs. Baxter arranged it."

I told her that I would also be working for Mrs. Baxter, but it meant that I would have to stay in Florida this summer. I really wanted to come home and see her and find out how she was adjusting to living alone. I knew she would be lonely after being married for 25 years, but there wasn't much I could do about that now. I told her I would try to come for a week or two before classes started in the fall.

"I'm sorry you're not coming home this summer" she said. "But I understand. Ruth seems like a wonderful lady. She spoke highly of you when we talked. She thought you were a polite young man and that she was willing to help you out anyway she could."

"She spoke quite highly of you as well, Mom." I replied. "You two must have had quite the conversation."

"Well, we did talk on the phone for quite a while and we've been exchanging emails since then." Mom replied. "She was so easy to talk to. We probably talked for over an hour."

"What did you talk about?" I asked.

"You mostly." She replied. "She asked about what you did in high school, your interests, how good a student you were. You know, just general information. We did talk for a while about some of your girlfriends and she asked me for some of their names and phone numbers. I was hesitant to do so because I really didn't know her at that point. She said she needed to talk to them because she has a lot of female boarders and she needed to make sure they will be safe around you. I hope it was alright to give her the information."

"Sure Mom." I said. "I'm sure it was OK. What else did you talk about?"

"Let me see," she replied. "It was kind of odd, but we talked for a long time about discipline. She asked me how I managed to raise a polite young man when most of this generation didn't even know what the word meant."

"And what did you tell her?" I asked.

"I told her that I took you across my lap as a child and beat your butt." She said.

"Mom, you didn't?" I laughed.

"I sure did." She said. "It's the truth. Anyway, she said that she believed in corporal punishment also. She said her Mom believed in the cane, and that she did too. She said that she continued punishing her son until after he graduated from college and moved away. You better be careful Dave. I don't think she would hesitate to give you a paddling if needed."

"You're probably right Mom." I replied.

Mom continued. "Remember the incident the summer before you left for college? You know, the afternoon I had a few of my friends over and wanted you to run to the store and get me some tea."

"Yes Mom, I remember." I replied.

"You didn't answer when I called so I knocked on your door. It was unlocked so I just opened it and boy was I surprised. There you were lying on the bed naked with those nasty magazines. I just couldn't believe my eyes. You remember them don't you? I can't recall their name. It was something like..."

"Yea Mom, I remember quite well" I interrupted. "One was called 'Variations' and the others were 'Ma'am' and 'Women in Control'. I remember them and what happened afterwards."

"I'm sure you do. You were reading a letter about a boy who was lying across his mother's lap getting his behind spanked. You had another magazine opened to a page where two women were spanking a man with a paddle. Do you still think of those things Dave?"

"Oh, come on Mom." I said, not really answering the question. "Most of that stuff is fake anyway."

"Yea" Mom said. "But you sure got a lesson that afternoon. I remember shutting the door and going back out to the kitchen. Aunt Sara was sitting at the table and could tell that something was wrong. She asked me over and over again what the problem was and finally I told her."

"Mom, do you have to?" I asked. 

"She looked at me in disbelief." She continued. "Our next door neighbor Beth was there and so was Donna, our neighbor from across the street. They were both looking at me, waiting to see what I would do. Sara took control of the situation. Do you remember what she did?"

"Yea Mom, I remember." I repeated.

"She went into your room, picked up the magazines and grabbed you by the arm and marched you out into the kitchen. You had your jeans and a t-shirt on by then but you looked scared as hell."

"I was." I said.

"Anyway," Mom continued. "Sara threw the magazines down in front of everyone and looked straight into your eyes and told you that this would not go unpunished. She asked everyone how they thought an 18 year old boy getting ready to leave for college should be dealt with for looking at this kind of trash. I think it was Beth who jokingly said to give him what he wants."

"I remember Mom. Do we have to recount the whole story?" I asked.

I was getting a little embarrassed speaking with my mom this way, not to mention reliving the episode again.

She just continued. "Sara made you strip in front of everyone there and once you were naked you were told to bend over the kitchen chair. Sara handed me my sorority paddle and I preceded to beat your ass. You were crying by the time I was finished with you. Remember?"

"I remember." I said. "My bottom hurt like hell."

"Well you deserved it." She said. "I made you stand in the corner and listen as I read one of the stories in the magazine to everyone. When I was finished I handed the paddle to Sara and told her to do her worst. I was amazed when you turned around and had an erection. That's something that no mother should see from her son. Anyway, it was gone by the time Sara was done with you and you were sent back to the corner."

"Yes Mom, do we have to relive this. I remember the episode completely" I pleaded.

Mom paid no attention to my pleas. "I read another story then had you assume the position. I asked Beth and Donna if either of them wanted a go at you. Beth volunteered, remember. You had just broken up with her daughter and I think she wanted a little revenge anyway. She asked me if she could give Liz a call and let her participate as well. Remember what I said?"

"You told her the more the merrier." I replied. "You were really pissed at me."

"That's right." Mom said. "And by the time she got there, her mother had you in tears again. Remember how she laughed as she came through the door. That didn't stop her from administering another round with the paddle. You were begging her to stop and apologizing for breaking her heart by the time she was done."

"Yes Mom, it was the most painful and humiliating punishment I ever received." I said.

"Donna was the only one left who hadn't had a chance at you." Mom recalled. "While I was reading the last story she walked over to you and smiled as she started stroking your cock. By the time I finished the story you were hard again. She told you that the punishment should fit the crime and grabbed you by the balls and squeezed until you were on your knees. What did she tell you to do?"

"She told me to stay on my knees and apologize to each of the ladies present then thank them for giving me direction." I said. "Mom, why did you bring this story up now? It's kind of embarrassing talking about it with you on the phone like this. What's going on?"

"Well", she said. I got an email from Ruth the day after I talked with her. She had spoken to Liz about you, and Liz told her about the incident. She even sent Ruth pictures. She emailed me to confirm that Liz was telling the truth about what had happened and I recounted the story for her just as I did tonight for you. I thought you should be prepared should it ever come up."

"OK Mom, thanks" I said.

"Dave, do you know what happened to those magazines" she asked.

"No mom, I guess you or Sara threw them in the trash." I replied.

"No, Dave." She replied. "I still have them. I read the stories every now and then. I sometimes imagine I am like those women in Ma'am and I am beating your father's ass for leaving me. It helps sometimes, thinking of getting even with him."

She started crying.

"Mom, it will be OK." I said.

We talked for a little longer before I told her I had to go. She had stopped crying by then. I told her I would call again later in the week, but with exams starting the following week, I probably wouldn't have much time to talk.

"Dave" Mom said. "Ruth really is a nice lady. You know, in her last email she suggested I come down to visit her this summer. She said she has empty rooms during the summer and with the boarders gone, she gets lonely. She even said she could fine me a job down there and help me get back on my feet."

That's great Mom. I think you should do it." I said.

"Really?" Mom said. "I think I'll email her right now and accept. I haven't had a vacation in ages and I think I deserve a little pampering now."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up my phone. 

Wow. I couldn't believe what mom had just told me. She fantasized about spanking my dad. I wonder what else she fantasized about, or maybe even did. Kids just don't realize that parents are older versions of themselves, and probably had the same fantasies when they were young. Wow. That's amazing.

Chapter 7: Dave Moves In

I went to bed early since I was still tired from yesterday. I thought about what might happen at work tomorrow, and for the rest of the week. I usually worked for Prof. Williams four hours a day Monday through Friday.

I woke up early on Monday morning. I didn't sleep very well. My bottom still hurt and my tongue was sore. I went to the cafeteria for breakfast and sat alone. My First class was at 8 am. I had another at 10 am and 1 pm. I would be at Prof. Williams' office by 2 and work until about 6. Then it was dinner at the cafeteria and back to the dorm to study. That was my Monday- Wednesday- Friday schedule. Tuesday and Thursday were a little easier as I only had 2 classes on those days, both in the afternoon. I worked for Prof. Williams in the morning on those days. It was a hard schedule, but it would be over as soon as exams were done the following week.

Time passed slowly on Monday, partly because I was tired and partly because of what I expected to happen at work. Prof. Williams had told me when she left on Saturday that I would be spending the afternoon on my knees under her desk. I arrived 5 minutes early as my last class was in the same building. Prof. Williams' office was large since she was a Department head. It was actually a suite with an outer office as well as her private inner office.

"I see you are eager to get started today." she said as I walked in the door.

"Not really." I replied. "I normally get her about this time on Mondays. You're usually not here when I arrive."

She was dressed more professionally today. Her hair had been styled and she wasn't wearing her glasses. She wore a flowing dress that came to her knees but was loose fitting and hid some of her excess body. She seemed more self-confident as well. She stood tall, well as tall as her height would allow and looked straight into my eyes as she spoke.

"Dave" she began. "I need to apologize for Saturday. I don't regret anything that happened, and I will probably visit Ruth regularly and use you again. However, here in the office, we will maintain a professional decorum. There are too many eyes and ears to risk my job or your future. There will be plenty of other opportunities for you to serve me."

"I enjoyed myself Saturday afternoon" she continued. "I may even ask Ruth to loan you to me once in a while. She use to lend me Don on occasion, but that was long ago."

"Yes Ma'am." I replied. 

Prof. Williams just smiled and I got the feeling I had just opened Pandora's Box. 

"Since exams are next week," she began. "You don't have to come in the rest of this week or next week. Take the time to study. I would like for you to work the week following exams to help me finish grading papers and posting grades. I will check with Ruth to make sure that's ok, but I can't see her objecting. Is that ok with you?"

"Yes ma'am" I replied.

"OK then. I have papers on your desk for you to grade. Get to work Bitch" she laughed.

The rest of the week was uneventful. I did a lot of studying to prepare for exams and managed to pack as much as I could. Jim asked me what was going on and I told him that I had found off campus housing for next year and the landlord was letting me move in early.

"That's great." he said. "I know you were worrying about that for the last couple of weeks. I guess you're staying down here for the summer then?" He asked

"Yea," I replied. "I'll be doing odd jobs around the house in exchange for rent. It's a pretty good deal for me."

"Well," he said. "Remember I'm only an hour away. Keep in touch and come visit once in a while. The babes are hot, and there will be partying everywhere on the beach during the summer. I found this nude beach last year. It's only open during the summer. Can't wait to check it out again. It'll be awesome. I guarantee it"

"Yea," I said. "Sounds great. I'll have to see what my work schedule is, but I'm sure I can find time to come hang out."

I got up early on Saturday. Jim was still snoozing. I got all of my belongings that I had put in storage and drove over to Mrs. Baxter's. I arrived about 9 am and rang the doorbell. Hilda answered the door.

"Oh, it's you. I guess you're ready to move in." she said.

She seemed to be more civil than she was the previous week. She brought me a key to the servant quarters and showed me how to get to the rear entrance of the property. There was a driveway from the side street that led to the garage. The driveway was large enough to allow vehicles to park without blocking access to the garage.

"This is my parking space and that was Marie's." she said. "I guess you can use Marie's now. Everyone else has to fight for parking. Most of the students park in the parking garage on the edge of campus. There's a free shuttle that runs through this neighborhood. It's cost effective for the university since there is so much student housing in the area."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"It's because of the fraternities and sororities." she said. "They have a lot more pull on campus than most people realize. The frats are a couple of streets over. It's a decent street but not as nice as ours. The sororities are on our street. It was set up that way to help improve security. It keeps all the partying in one area of town which makes it easier for the campus police to patrol the area. The residents actually like it too because the police presence helps keep the crime rate in the area low. It's actually the lowest in the city."

"I looked into joining a fraternity when I was a freshman, but they seemed a little too wild for me. They threw great parties but I didn't really want to do the pledging. Some of the stories they told me were unreal." I said.

"Yea, the Frats can get out of hand sometimes, but they normally keep it over there." Hilda said. "The sororities aren't nearly as bad. It gets a little noisy during pledging, but not nearly as bad as on Fraternity row. There are actually three sorority houses on this block alone. There are two more on the next block and a couple on the block over there." Hilda said as she pointed in various directions. 

"With all the brothers and sisters living in the area" Hilda continued. "The Greek council offered to help fund the shuttle service. Any student can use it, and it runs hourly from 7 am until midnight during the week and until 3 am on Friday and Saturday. It really cuts down on drunk driving, which was a selling point the Greeks used to get it started." 

Hilda turned to head back to the kitchen. It would be lunchtime soon and she had to get busy preparing it. She told me to let her know if I needed anything.

I couldn't believe how cordial Hilda was. I guess Mrs. Baxter had that talk with her and got everything straightened out. That was a load off my mind. I began unpacking my car and moving stuff into my apartment. I didn't take time to unpack as I wanted to get back to the dorm and get the stuff I had left behind. 

When I got back to the dorm, Jim wasn't there. I finished gathering up my things and left him a note telling him I would see him in class next week and we could make plans then to get together later this summer. I got my bike and managed to get it secured to the bike rack on the back of my car and headed back to Mrs. Baxter's house. I knew that I could stop at the cafeteria for lunch, but I remembered how good Hilda's cooking was and decided I would take my chances there.

I got to the apartment and got everything unloaded just before noon. I was able to get cleaned up a little before heading up to the main house to see if I could join them for lunch. Hilda was in the kitchen loading the cart to take into the dining room. I offered to help her and she gladly accepted.

"Why don't you take it on into the dining room Dave?" she said. "Mrs. Baxter and Jessica are eating alone in there today. Everyone else is out for the afternoon. I'll bring you a clean plate and silverware".

"Yes ma'am" I replied. "And I wanted to thank you again for lunch last Saturday. It tasted great."

"Why thank you Dave that was sweet of you to say." She said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I especially enjoyed serving you that afternoon snack." She laughed at her joke. My face turned red.

I pushed the cart into the dining room and greeted Mrs. Baxter and Jessica. They invited me to join them and I did so after transferring the food from the cart to the table. They asked me if I was recovering from last week's activities; but other than that, said nothing about it. We had a quiet conversation about school and the upcoming exams. It was like they were different people from the ones who beat me the previous week. As we were finishing our meal Mrs. Baxter said

"Dave, Jessica and I would like to meet with you before the other girls get home today. Four of the girls will be graduating next week and moving out. Two of the girls, Anne and Megan will staying with me for the summer. You will be serving them as well as Jessica and Myself. I think it is best to wait until after exams are over and the seniors have moved out before explaining everything to Anne and Megan."

"Yes ma'am" I acknowledged. 

"I also want to go over some rules of conduct and expectations I have for you" she continued. "How about 4 pm in the library. We shouldn't be disturbed and you can join us for dinner when we're done."

"Yes ma'am, I'll be in the library at 4 pm." I replied

I went back to my apartment and began unpacking. I was able to get most of my things unpacked and organized by the time I had to leave for the meeting. Anyway, it was good enough for now, I had a bed to sleep in, a stocked kitchen, a TV and a recliner and sofa to sit on. What else did a guy need? The walls were still bare and I had a few things I wanted to hang when I got around to it, but right now, life was good.

I arrived to find Jessica and her mother already in the library. I looked at my watch and was relieved that I was still 5 minutes early. Mrs. Baxter had me close the door and told me to sit in the chair across from them. Mrs. Baxter was dressed in a loose fitting blouse and shorts while Jessica was wearing a two piece bikini that didn't cover much. It was obvious that this was not the formal setting of last Saturday. Jessica smiled as Mrs. Baxter began.

"As I told you at lunch, I want to keep you're maid status a secret until after exams are over. It will be best for you because you won't be expected to serve us or perform daily assignments while you're trying to study. As I told you last week, your education is the top priority."




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 03



She explained the scenario they devised. According to the plan my roommate and I had an argument over a girl in our class. We decided it would be best if one of us moved out since studying together for exams would be difficult. I would tell everyone that Jessica and I had several classes together and she had offered me a place to stay until school was over. The scenario was simple and believable and we all agreed that it should work, even if I happened to know one of the girls from class.

Mrs. Baxter said. "Until graduation is over and the seniors move out, you will be a typical college student. You will be a polite and sensitive boy who has come to visit until the end of the school year."

"Yes ma'am" I replied.

"When speaking to the girls, you will talk to them as a fellow student. You may address them by their first name unless they object and ask you to address them differently." Mrs. Baxter continued. "You will address Hilda as Miss Hilda since she is older and deserving of your respect, and you will address me as Ma'am or Mrs. Baxter. Is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am." I replied

Jessica interjected "and you can call me Jessi. OK"

I smiled and nodded. God she looked good in that swimsuit. It was hard to focus on what Mrs. Baxter was saying but I tried.

She was saying "I expect you to be respectful of everyone while you are here. Any disrespect shown will be punished after exams are over."

She continued. "During the next week you may come and go as you please and interact as any guest would. Enjoy the facilities, but don't neglect your schoolwork. I talked with Edna today, and she said she has given you this and next week off to study. I appreciate her concern."

"Yes ma'am." I said again stealing a glance at Jessica's legs.

Mrs. Baxter was looking at me but my mind was on Jessica. She continued.

"She has asked me to loan you to her for the first week in May. She said she needed assistance grading papers and posting grades and I know she does some of this work at home. I have decided to grant her request. You will report to Edna's office at 7 am on Monday May 1st. She will return you on Friday May 5th at 6 pm.

I looked at Mrs. Baxter, then at the floor. I wasn't happy about the situation. I knew that at the office Prof. Williams had pledged to behave herself. No such guarantee applied to her home.

"Yes Ma'am." I said.

She told me I was to report to Hilda on Monday May 8th to begin my training. She said Hilda will be in charge of my household training. She will demonstrate how to complete my daily assignments and supervise me as I perform them. She will document when I have mastered a skill and together we will develop a daily schedule to ensure that all my duties are completed.

"Jessica will be in charge of training you on etiquette" she continued. "This will include proper grooming, wearing of uniforms when appropriate, and how to serve at a formal dinner."

"I will be teaching you other important facets about serving women." Mrs. Baxter said. "I can assure you I will be a hard task master. Once your initial training is complete, you will serve all women living here and other friends and guests who may occasionally visit. Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am." I repeated again.

"Now," she said, "We need to discuss the house rules."

She handed me a list of rules that filled up the front of a page of paper. When I finished reading them I looked up at Mrs. Baker. 

"You are to memorize these rules." She said. "They are your standing orders." You will be punished for any infraction of them. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied.

Mrs. Baxter told me that my top priority would be completing my school work and time would be set aside for that. My next priority would by completing my daily assignments. When those were completed I could enjoy free time provided none of the ladies had anything for me to do. She told me I had complete access to all of the facilities during my free time and I could come and go as I pleased. Hilda, Jessica and Prof. Williams would help me plan my schedule and once it was finished, she would approve it. The schedule would be updated weekly.

On the back of the page of rules Mrs. Baxter outlined her discipline program. She called it a rewards and punishment system. If I performed well I would receive a reward. This could be additional free time, time doing activities I enjoyed or even monetary incentives. If I performed poorly or broke one of her rules I would be punished. 

Poor performance and minor infractions would earn me one or more demerits. More serious infraction such as what happened last Saturday, would result in more severe punishments.

She said it would be my responsibility to report any infractions of the rules or poor performance. If I failed to report an offence, the punishment would be increased.

"Here is a notebook to record your offenses. You can see that it already includes the punishment you earned Saturday." Mrs. Baxter said. "You can see that the infraction is listed as well as the punishment. That allows us to track your progress and issue progressive punishments when necessary."

Each of the women will be given similar notebooks. They will be monitoring your performance and any infractions of the rules. They can also record good performance which will earn you rewards.

"Once a week, probably on Thursday night, we will all get together to compare notes. Depending on the number and seriousness of the infractions, punishment may be administered that night or scheduled for a later date." Mrs. Baxter said. "I will ensure that all punishments are appropriate and carried out in a safe manner."

"Do you understand?" Mrs. Baxter asked. 

"Yes ma'am." I said. 

Chapter 8: Exam week

That ended our meeting. It was just after 5 pm when we walked into the dining room and Mrs. Baxter introduced me to the other women. I didn't recognize any of them and they didn't seem to recognize me. It appeared as the cover story was going to work as we sat down to eat dinner.

Hilda brought the food in and we all dug in. I politely waited until he others had started eating before I began. This gave me an opportunity to look around the room. I was careful not to linger on any of them as I didn't want to be accused of staring.

After dinner I changed into my swimming trunks and met the others out by the pool. The temperature was still warm and there was plenty of daylight left.

All of the girls, including Mrs. Baxter were out there in their swimming attire. They all looked great. Jessica, and some of the others wore bikinis, and I thought each was trying to out due who could wear the skimpiest suit. The rest wore one piece suits, and even Mrs. Baxter looked as hot as some of the girls who were half her age.

We spent several hours enjoying the pool and hot tub. Every so often one of them would ask if I would fetch them a beer or glass of wine. I would have to get out of the pool, dry myself then head to the kitchen bringing them what they had ordered. I think several just wanted to see me get out of the pool and bend over to dry myself. Fortunately I had not worn my speedos and the cool water was helping to keep my erection in check. Still, it was an evening of tease and denial, one of many to come I was afraid.

I went to my room and studied for a couple of hours before going to bed around 11 pm. I locked my door out of habit and lay down to watch a little TV before going to sleep. About 11:30 I heard footsteps outside my door and then a key being inserted in the lock. The doorknob turned and the door opened. There stood Jessica in the nightgown she wore the previous week. This time there was no robe, and I could plainly see she was in fact not wearing any panties.

"Can I come in?" she asked. "I couldn't sleep and have another itch that needed scratching.

"Well, it looks like you're already in," I said.

With that she climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. She wanted my tongue for her itch and wouldn't stop until she was satisfied. Finally, she crawled off, straightened her gown and headed for the door.

"I really liked the way you stared at me during the meeting earlier, but I wouldn't make a habit of it. It might get you in trouble. Now don't play with yourself without permission. Mom and I want that cock of yours ready to go anytime we need it. You know any unauthorized masturbation will be dealt with severely; and I think you'll have a hard time with 30 days of chastity, much less 6 months" she said as she closed the door behind her

I looked at the clock. It was 2 am and I needed to get some sleep.

Up in her bedroom Mrs. Baxter had watched the entire event on her closed circuit security system. The entire grounds were wired with cameras equipped with telephoto or infrared lenses. She could tell what was going on anywhere on the property both day and night. All video was recorded and could be played back as needed. She had cameras in all the common areas inside the house as well. The girl's bedrooms and bathrooms were off limits as she respected the privacy of her ladies. The latest camera to be installed had been installed this week. They were located in the Dave's quarters and in his bathroom. She had a special need to keep track of how the new servant behaved.

Exam week went pretty smooth. I stopped by to see Prof. Williams after my last exam on Friday. She was glad to see me and said she was looking forward to next week. She told me to pack a couple of changes of clothes, and my toiletries. She said I wouldn't need much as I would be spending most of the week nude anyway.

As I was getting ready to leave her office she told me about a summer class that she taught which is by invitation only. It is an internship at a local business. Students would work two days a week and keep a journal of their experiences. She said students were paid just like any other employee. 

Students learned about different accounting methods, profit margins, display and advertising and even personnel management. They would get 6 credit hours for successfully completing the class. 

It was a great opportunity. I could make a little extra cash, get some good experience and earn college credit all at the same time. 

"That sounds awesome, but I'm not sure Mrs. Baxter will go for it." I said. "She's set up a pretty tight schedule for me already."

"I've already talked with her about it." Prof. Williams said. "I explained the benefits and told her it would enhance your education. I told her that you would have a lighter class load in the fall which would benefit her in the long run. She agreed, so it's up to you."

"That sounds great." I said. "Thank you. When does the class start?"

"It starts in June and runs through the end of August." She said. "That is basically 3 months. You start working for Mrs. Baxter on May 8th so that gives you about three weeks before the class starts to complete the first phase of your training. Ruth thought that was doable."

"After that you would have four days a week to serve her and two days a week for your internship. That would still give you one day off per week." Prof. Williams explained. "I'll sign you up. See you on Monday."



Dave Gets an Education Pt. 04



Chapter 9: A week with Professor Williams

It was the Sunday following exam week and tomorrow I was to report to Professor Williams's office. She had let me off of work for the last two weeks so that I could study for exams and I assumed I would pay for that kind jester over the next five days. She had asked Mrs. Baxter if she could use me for the week to help her finish up her work for the semester. Mrs. Baxter had agreed to loan me for the week. 

I was to report to Prof. Williams on Monday morning and she would keep me, and I suspected, use me, for the week. She was to return me to Mrs. Baxter on Friday evening. I knew Prof. Williams had promised to keep things professional while in her office at school, but I had a feeling that did not apply to after work hours. I wasn't particularly looking forward to the week, especially after my previous experience with her two weeks ago (see part 2). 

I was called to Mrs. Baxter's room about 8 pm. I knocked on her door and was told to enter. Mrs. Baxter was sitting in her chair in her sitting room reading a book when I entered.

"Good to see you, Dave" she said. "I hope you've had a pleasant weekend."

"Yes ma'am." I replied. "The pool is wonderful, and I have been relaxing and getting over the stress of exams."

"Good, have you gotten settled in to your living quarters?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am." I replied again. "I've gotten unpacked and everything has been put away. I still have a little decorating to do, but that will come in time. I am very happy there."

"That's wonderful." She said. 

After a brief pause she continued. "I called for you because I wanted to talk to you about your service to Edna next week. As you know, Edna has asked me to loan you to her next week for the purpose of helping her complete her end of semester school work. We both know that she will want to use you in other ways as well. She went through a messy divorce several years ago and as a result, lost a lot of her self-esteem."

"Yes Ma'am, I understand" I replied,

Mrs. Baxter continued. "I have done everything I could to help build her back up, but nothing seems to work. After her afternoon with you two weeks ago, she seems like a different woman. She is dressing more professionally, holding her head high and acting more like the assertive woman she used to be. It is for that reason that I agreed to loan you to her for the week."

"Ys Ma'am." I replied again.

"Edna means the world to me." Mrs. Baxter said. "In fact, she's my sister. We are very close and there are very few things that I would not agree to share with her. You included. However, I also know that she can get carried away now and then, and not having any cock for the past four years has made her let's say 'cock hungry'. I'm afraid that if I sent you over there for a week without 'protecting my interests' that, when you returned, you would be so used up that there wouldn't be anything left for Jessica and me."

Wow. Edna Williams was Mrs. Baxter's sister. That explained a lot. It explained her presence here the other Saturday, her participation in my initiation into a Femdom lifestyle, and why she was so cool, calm and collected when she saw me naked standing in the corner. If Mrs. Baxter was taught to dominate men by her mother while growing up, it seemed to reason that her sister, Edna Williams was taught the same lessons. The only thing that had me confused was how Mrs. Baxter was going to 'protect her interests.'

Mrs. Baxter got up and went over to the night stand next to her bed and rummaged through the drawer for a moment before picking up something. She closed the drawer, turned and approached me with the device.

"I'll bet you were confused when Dr. Rosewood measured your cock during your physical." She said. "She measured it when it was soft and again when it was erect. She also said you had a little trouble keeping it soft enough for her to measure. I can understand that since Helen Rosewood is a very attractive woman. Still, I should punish you for getting an erection without permission. In fact, why don't you write that down in your notebook, we will address that when you get back from Edna's?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'll write it down as soon as I return to my room." I said.

"Now." Mrs. Baxter continued. "This is a chastity device. I had it made especially for you based upon the measurements that Helen provided. As long as you stay soft, it should remain fairly comfortable to wear. You may find it a little uncomfortable initially, but after a little while, you will get used to it. As you can see, it has a few special featured. The basic design is a metal cage that fits over your penis and curves so that the penis is pointed downward. It is sized for a soft penis, so any arousal will be restricted and cause you discomfort."

"Yes Ma'am, I see" I said. "I've seen pictures of similar devices on the internet."

"Yes, well this device has a few other options." Mrs. Baxter continued. "First, is this rod which is inserted into the tip of the cock and threaded up the Urethra. It includes two electrodes; one here and the other here."

Mrs. Baxter was pointing to the device and I could see two silver bands on the rod. One was about half way up and the other near the tip. There were wires coming out of the distal end of the rod which connected to a plug on the cage. The cage had an attachment point for the rod which would allow it to be inserted into end of the penis and secured at any depth.

Mrs. Baxter continued. "This ring is secured behind your balls and connects to the cage. It prevents the cage from being removed over the penis, thus locking it into place. This metal arm is curved to pass between your legs. It has an attachment point for an anal plug which will be inserted up your ass."

She was showing me the device which had a metal rod that was a little bit larger than the one designed for my penis. At the end of the rod was a metal ball which I assumed would be inserted into my anus. I noticed the same silver electrodes on this device and wires that exiting the rod and plugging into the cage. 

"This device is constructed so it can move with you up to a point, so you should be able to carry out your normal daily activities." She was continuing. "The rods will penetrate your penis and anus, preventing Edna from using you for penetrative sex. She has a huge collection of dildos which include some that are just a bit bigger than gigantic. She enjoyed using Don to break in her new ones when they arrived. You are not ready for that, so the plug in your butt will save you from that torment."

"I see." I said. "But how will I use the bathroom?" I asked as politely as possible.

"The sensors provide two purposes." She explained. "The wires must be disconnected to remove either rod to allow you to relieve your bodily functions. Whenever they are disconnected, a signal will be sent to my cellphone alerting me you are 'free'. If I do not get a signal that the sensors have been reconnected within 5 minutes, I will call Edna to see what the problem is. If she ignores my call, I will come to retrieve you and bring you home. Of course, you'll be on your own until I arrive. It's the best I can do to protect you."

"I see." I said. "You said the sensors had two functions. What else do they do?"

"They can issue a shock similar to one of those shock collars used to keep dogs from barking." She replied. "The intensity of the shock is adjustable from stimulating to unbearable. At its maximum setting it will cause the most men to fall to their knees and beg for it to end. There is a time limit on the maximum setting of 30 seconds. That is a safety feature built into the device. Otherwise, it will continue to shock as long as this button is pressed. It can administer continuous or intermittent shock waves and can be set to deliver various patterns of shocks."

"So it's like a Tens unit that they use for physical therapy?" I said. "They used one on my knee when I injured it playing football in high school. It felt pretty good at the lower settings, but I remember one time when they set it to high. It felt like a pin was pricking me again and again."

"That's right. Mrs. Baxter said. "The shocking components are from a Tens unit. It has a bit more punch than he ones found in a shock collar, and having the sensor attached to the inside of your penis and anus increase the effectiveness of the shock since both are moist and sensitive tissues. A low energy setting is all that is needed to provide extreme pain. It's all controlled from this remote control which has a range of about 1000 feet."

"I don't think I want to find out what it feels like." I said. 

"Well then you better keep Edna happy." Mrs. Baxter replied. "I have many transmitters programmed for your device and I have already given one to Edna and another to Hilda. I explained how it works to Hilda. I will give Edna a call tomorrow. Now strip so I can see how well it fits."

I did as requested but I was too aroused to get it on. I expected Mrs. Baxter to have me get some ice from the kitchen to shrink my cock as she did when she put the cock rings on me, but she chose a different course of action. She looked at me for a moment, focusing on my cock.

"Lie on the bed on your back." She demanded. "Stroke yourself until you're fully erect, but don't cum. I'm going to ride that cock until I can get this thing on you; and you better satisfy me prior to shooting."

She didn't bother with any 'protection' as she knew I had been tested for STD and she wasn't worried about any other complications due to her age. She didn't like the feel of latex against her skin. She mounted me and I penetrated her for the first time. She was not as tight as Jessica had been, but I really didn't expect that after six kids and 30 years of marriage. 

She impaled herself completely on my shaft and didn't move for several moments. I guess she was enjoying the feeling of penetration, of being filled with a cock. It was probably a feeling she had not experienced for five years or more. I could see the expression on her face. It was one of fulfillment.

She started moving. Slowly at first. Up and down along the length of my shaft. She wanted me to lie still. To prolong the sensation as long as possible. She was rubbing my chest with her hands. Telling me how good it felt to feel like a woman again. To feel the joy of sex. She began moving faster. The strokes were shorter now, but the speed made up for the difference. She was a race car, RPM's maxed to the extreme. She was ramming it home now. Her massaging of my chest had been replaced with her Twisting and squeezing of my nipples. 

She told me to meet her thrusts. Again and again I pushed up to meet her. I had never been so completely fucked by any woman. Most had lay under me as I stuck my cock in them, not bothering to move as they received my shaft over and over again. They were novices and tonight I was experiencing the master.

She came with a shudder. It lasted well over a minute, although it seemed like forever. She squeezed and held my cock deep inside her telling me not to shoot. I was trying my best. Finally it was over. She relaxed and rolled off of me. She looked over and my cock was still hard. I had managed to hold back my ejaculation.

"Hmmm, that was good." She panted. "I don't think you will be able to get that thing on like you are, so I guess we will have to go another round. Go get me a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses while I freshen up. I think I need a few minutes to recover."

I started to put my clothes back on to fetch the wine and glasses from the kitchen.

"No need for that." She said. "Go as you are. You'd just have to strip again when you return."

I headed out of her door and to the kitchen. It was about 10 pm and I hoped all the girls were in their rooms. I was pretty sure that Hilda would be in her apartment as we had finished cleaning the kitchen hours ago. I hadn't seen any of the others all night as I had been in my room putting away the last of my belongings and packing for my week with Prof. Williams. I made it back to Mrs. Baxter's bedroom and knocked on the door. I was looking forward to having a glass of wine prior to the next round of sex. I would have preferred beer, but wine would do.

"Come in." she said. "The door is unlocked"

I opened the door trying not to drop the wine or glasses. When I entered I saw Jessica sitting on the chair while her mother remained in bed.

"Go ahead and pour Jessica and me a glass of wine." She said. "Then get over here and put that tongue to good use between my legs. Jessica needs to learn how to properly fuck a man and I thought I would begin her lesson tonight. Come on, get over here and get started."

I crawled between her legs as she sipped her wine and chatted with her daughter. She would occasionally give directions such as speed up, slow down or lick here or there. As she approach her climax she pulled my hair trapping my head between her legs. It hit with all the explosiveness of her first orgasm. She held me tight until it passed. She then told me to get roll over and lie beside her. 

I was rock hard again and could only imagine what was about to happen next. She straddled me again. She was facing my face and looking down at me. 

"This time you may come whenever you like." She said. "I've had two orgasms now so it's time to work on getting you soft so I can get your device on. Just realize that you will be licking up whatever mess you make. Jessica, feel free to join me over here. His tongue isn't being used right now so there is an open seat here."

Jessica got on the bed and started to straddle my face. As she began to get settled her mother stopped her.

No" she said. "Turn around and face me. We can chat while we use him and we can both play with his nipples. They're so much fun to twist and squeeze. Watch how he reacts when I pinch him like this."

She pinched my nipples hard and I tried to scream but with Jessica sitting there my screams were muffled. The sensation triggered something in Jessica and she squirmed on my face.

"Oh, that felt great." Jessica said. "Let me try."

Jessica repeated what her mother had done and the result was the same. I heard the nightstand drawer open and some jingling. Then I felt the pain in my nipples. First one and then he other. It made my eyes water.

"These are cloverleaf nipple clamps." Mrs. Baxter told Jessica. "They are connected by this chain. As you pull on the chain they are designed to pinch harder. You can attach weights to the chain if you want to increase their effect. They are a lot of fun to play with. Do you want to give them a try?"

"Sure" replied Jessica as she removed the clamps.

"When you replace them," Mrs. Baxter continued. "Turn them a bit. Applying them at different angles increases the pain. Also, they tend to deaden the nerves after the have been on a few minutes. Remove them so the circulation can return and prevent permanent damage. It is also painful as the circulation returns. Reapplying them is even more painful. Watch."

Mrs. Baxter and Jessica each removed and reapplied the clamps several times. Each time they were reapplied, it was at a different angle. They even applied both at the same time with each woman focusing on a single nipple. On the third application of the clamps, I exploded inside Mrs. Baxter. Minutes later Jessica erupted into my mouth.

"That was great" Jessica said to her mother. "It was like bonding. I've never experienced anything like it before. It was just great."

"You're right Jessica." Mrs. Baxter said. "I was never able to do this with your sisters because I would not let them have sex with their father. They occasionally beat him while he had sex with me or your Aunt Edna, but we never had sex like this. Let's change positions and do it again, by then we should be able to get Dave's chastity device on him."

They switched and repeated the episode. They left my nipples alone this time as they were red and very sore. Both climaxed about the same time, and true to her word, Mrs. Baxter had me clean up all the mess and change the sheets on her bed. She was also correct that I was spent and she was able to fit my new chastity device without incident. The ball in my ass was uncomfortable at first, but I adjusted to it quickly. The rod in my penis was more difficult to adjust to. It still was uncomfortable when I went to bed. It gave me the feeling that I needed to pee, although when Mr. Baxter removed it to allow me to go, I couldn't.

"Every time you call me to release you to use the bathroom, and you can't go, I'm going to zap you. Each time I zap you it will be at a higher setting. Get use to the feeling. After all, I'm protecting you from Edna. You should be thanking me."

With that she pressed the button on her remote and I felt a jolt of energy hit my penis. It seemed like it radiated down to my balls but as soon as it began, it ended. It got my attention more than actually hurting, but this was the lowest setting and I knew the higher the setting, the more painful the shock would be. I went back to my room and tried to get some sleep.

I had to be at Prof. William's office at 7 am. The only person up when I got to the main house was Hilda. She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I really had to use the bathroom but didn't want to wake Jessica or Mrs. Baxter and I couldn't wait until I got to Prof. Baxter's office.

"Hilda," I said. "Mrs. Baxter put this device on me last night which prevents me from going to the bathroom without some assistance. Would you have a key to it so I can go before leaving for Prof. Williams's office? I have to go real bad and I don't want to wake Mrs. Baxter.

Hilda showed me the key and the remote that she carried in her pocket.

"Yes I am fully aware of your little device." She said. "In fact it is going to be quite useful. We're going to use it as a paging device. When you receive a single pulse like this."

She demonstrated by pushing the button on the remote and I received a shock on my penis and in my rectum.

"It means Mrs. Baxter wants you." She said. "Two pulses is the signal for Jessica. My signal is three pulses. You will have three minutes to report to the one who paged you. If you haven't reported in three minutes, you will be paged again at a higher setting. The only problem is the device does not tell you where we are, so you will just have to find us. Of course, you know the range is only 1000 feet so how hard could that be?"

"Ah, shouldn't be difficult, I guess." I replied. "Can you let me out so I can use the bathroom now?"

"Sure thing." she replied. "But I'll have to watch. No unnecessary touching you know."

She led me to the bathroom and watched as I did my business. She slid both rods back into place but had to do it several times just to make sure they were properly seated. Mrs. Baxter was waiting in the kitchen when we returned.

"No false alarms I hope." She said. "They can get pretty painful if you're not careful. You know you only have 15 minutes to get to Edna's office. I'm sure you don't want to be late. You know she has one of your punishment notebooks and she is free to make entries in it whenever she likes. You know she's part of the family."

I arrived on campus and was waiting in front of Prof. Williams building when she arrived. I had a key to her office, but not the building. Since classes were over, the building was locked and I couldn't get in. I had been waiting since 7 am. Prof. Williams arrived at her normal start time of 8. She greeted me and asked how long I had been waiting. I told her and she said she was sorry. We made it to her office and she went into her inner office and turned on her computer. I made coffee and brought her a cup.

She remained professional throughout the day. I skipped lunch and my fluid intake was minimal. I didn't want to use the public restroom in her building even though I knew there were minimal staff working today. She had me grading projects and posting grades while she worked on her computer. She was dressed less formally today as she wasn't expecting any visitors now that classes were over.




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 04



By 4 pm we had completed all the day's projects. She gathered a bunch of papers and put them in her briefcase. She came over to my desk and asked if I was finished what I was doing. I said that I was and she told me to turn the computer off and come with her. I assumed that the work day was over.

We stopped at a nice restaurant on our way home. She said she didn't feel like cooking tonight as she had other things on her mind. We talked about my exams, how I thought I did and about the upcoming summer class she had enrolled me in. I told her I thought I had done well on my exams but wasn't sure if I had done well enough to bring my English Literature grade up to a B. I told her I was looking forward to the summer class, but hoped I would be able to take some time off to go home for a week and see my mom. I also told her of Jim's request that we get together at his house sometime this summer. She was interested in Jim so I told her more about him and some of our adventures over the past two years. The more I told her. The more she smiled. I hoped that I hadn't thrown Jim "under the bus".

It was about 5 pm and we were finishing dinner when Prof. Williams's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and then answered. 

"Hi Ruth" she said. "Checking up on your little toy?"

They talked for a while. I could only hear one side of the conversation and couldn't gather much information about what they were talking about. When Prof. Williams got the remote out of her purse I knew they are talking about my device. Prof. Williams was examining the remote as she was listening to Mrs. Baxter speak. She pressed a button and I felt a shock to my penis. I jumped enough to be noticed but not enough to cause a lot of attention. She turned a knob and pressed again. The impulse was much stronger. This time I yelped and several people at the next table looked my way. I smiled at them trying to indicate I was alright.

The ladies were still talking when Prof. Williams pressed a different button. I closed my eyes trying to absorb the pain is my rectum. It did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Williams and she smiled. She played with a few other settings and I endured various pulsations and shocks, most of which were at a level I could tolerate without drawing a lot of attention to myself. Prof. Williams seemed please. She was looking at me with amusement as the device continued shocking my rectum.

"I think I like this device." She said. "It gives me a lot of control with little effort. But I'll tell you this, I still enjoy swinging my paddle and I just bet you will feel it before this week is over."

She left the device on while she paid the bill and we left the restaurant. I'm sure that I looked a little funny as I tried to walk out to her car. A few people were staring at me as we walked out. She said that I had a little too much to drink. Looking back at the table there was no signs of alcohol consumption there.

She turned the device off when we reached her car. The rest of the drive to her house was uneventful. She lived outside of the city. It took about 45 minutes to drive there, it was in a private development but secluded from any neighbors. She pulled into her garage and shut the door. She looked over at me.

"Nobody knows that you are here" she began. "Except for Ruth that is. This is not my office, and although we will be doing some work this week, my promise of professional behavior doesn't apply. This week you will be my slave. I don't believe in servants. Servants have rights. Slaves do not. You will do whatever I want, when I want and to my satisfaction. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am" I stuttered. 

She had set the tone immediately. Although I had expected to serve her this week, she had scared me with her comments. I knew I had better do my best to please her as I was sure she wouldn't hesitate to punish me. She told me to go into the house, strip and put the clothes in a basket I would find next to the door. I was then to wait for her on my knees.

She came in about fifteen minutes later. My knees had started to hurt as I kneeled on the hardwood floors. She picked up the basket of clothes and left. I never saw them again for the remainder of the week. When she returned she looked me over.

"Damn her." She said. "Damn that sister of mine."

With that she pressed the button on her remote and a shock brought me to the ground. She followed with another shock that I felt in my rectum.

"That was level 5" she said. The dial goes to 10 and each number doubles the intensity of the shock. Be good and I won't increase the level. With each orgasm you provide, I will lower it by one. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am, Prof. Williams" I responded.

"For the rest of this week I think Goddess is appropriate." She said as she pressed the button lighting up my butt. "Now, try it again"

"Yes my Goddess" I said. "Anything to please my Goddess."

And so the week began. I was on my best behavior. I brought her to orgasm with my mouth time and time again. She was relentless. When my tongue was too tired to serve her I would earn a paddling. She used an old sorority paddle. It had three rows of holes in the business end which helped reduce wind resistance when she swung it. It was painful and each one lasted a minimum of 50 strokes. I only earned the paddle one or two times per day during the week.

Her use of the remote was relentless. It had to be plugged in each night to recharge the battery. The setting never went above 6 and was usually lower since she lowered the setting each time she climaxed. It pissed her off each time I asked her to remove the rods so I could use the bathroom. When they were replaced she always gave me a jolt, just to make sure everything still worked. I waited on her hand and foot the entire week. I cleaned her house, did the cooking and even bathed her.

By Wednesday evening all of the college work had been completed. She said that she would be going into the office on the following morning to submit her work and would be back by early afternoon. She instructed me to make sure the house was clean while she was gone and if I did a good job, she would have a little surprise for me. I cleaned into the afternoon and was done about 30 minutes before she arrived home. She inspected my work and was pleased.

"Good Job." She said as she gave me a hug. "I think you earned your reward. Tonight I am having a few people over. Because you did so well, the evening will be about you pleasuring us with your tongue. I would have preferred to use your cock, but my sister took care of that didn't she?"

"Yes my Goddess." I replied.

"Good then" she said. "You know what happens if you fail to please us. My paddle is over there, and so is my cane. You haven't felt that yet, and I doubt if you want to. Anyway, the remote is fully charged as well so I think that will be enough incentive to perform well."

"Yes my Goddess" was my reply.

About 3 pm the doorbell rang and I was told to answer it. I opened the door to see Hilda standing there. She pressed her remote and I fell to my knees. She said that was a 7. I didn't want to experience an 8 and couldn't even imagine a 10. Prof. Williams and Hilda were chatting in the living room when the doorbell rang again. I again answered the door. This time two women about my age or maybe a little older were standing there. They said they were here to see their mother and I assumed them to be Prof. Williams's daughters. I escorted them into the living room and Prof. Williams gave each a hug.

I brought the four women some wine and cheese while we waited for the last guest to arrive. When the doorbell rang I opened the door and saw Mrs. Wilson, my English Literature instructor. With her was another younger woman who I did not know. I asked them to come in. Mrs. Wilson did so without hesitation. The younger girl could only stare at my crotch.

"Mary Lou, It's good to see you." Prof. Williams said. "Who is this you have brought with you?"

"This is my daughter, Tasha" Prof. Wilson said. "I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce her into the lifestyle. I hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all." Prof. Williams replied. "I don't think you have met my daughters. This is Edith and over there is Eleanor. Sitting on the sofa is my friend Hilda, and of course you already know Dave. He was in your English Literature class last semester."

Prof. Wilson replied. "Yes, I recognize him. He sat in the back of the room and didn't look too interested. It showed in his work to. He had a low C average going into the finals, but didn't do well on his exam. He really blew the interpretation of several of the works I presented. I don't really understand why. I had reviewed them the week before with the entire class. I guess he wasn't paying attention to the review. Anyway, he will probably end up with a D in the class and might even have to take it over."

I was shocked. I thought I had done well on that exam and might even pull a B. Hilda and Prof. Williams were both looking at me. They knew what this meant.

Prof. Williams was talking to Prof. Wilson. "Mary Lou, perhaps you could give him a makeup 'exam' tonight. If he does well, then maybe you could give him some extra credit to improve his grade." I know he has great aptitude to score well on the type of exam I have in mind. It just depends on how motivated he is to improve his score."

All the women laughed as everyone knew what she meant. My face was red and I couldn't look at anyone.

"Dave" Prof. Williams said.

"Yes my Goddess" I replied

"I think you should start with Mary Lou and show her how much you want to improve your grade." Prof. Williams suggested.

And so the entertainment began. Prof. Wilson was about the same size as Hilda. The only real difference in their appearance was that she was black. I had never tasted a black woman before, never even seen one naked other than pictures on the internet. Her aroma was strong. Stronger than any of the other women I had tasted. She was dominant also. She directed my tongue where she wanted to be serviced and held it there for as long as she desired before directing it to a different area. After a while she locked her massive thighs around my head and refused to release my head. She came with a tremendous force. I couldn't breathe as she covered my face with her goo. Finally she let loose. As I backed away everyone laughed at the site of my face covered with Prof. Wilson's juice.

Tasha went next. She was a little smaller than her mother, but not by much. She wanted to straddle my head while she wiped my face between her pussy and ass. Her scent was similar to her mother's, but a little different. She lasted about 15 minutes before she had her own orgasm. 

Edith was next followed by Eleanor. Edith was cute in her own sort of way. She was a little chunky, but was doable provided you had already drunk a six pack. She had large tits and a big ass, but both were proportional to the rest of her body. Eleanor was much larger. She might have been larger than Hilda, if not, it would have been close. You would need to drink a case before considering taking her home from a bar. Some large women are still cute. Others are just plain ugly. Eleanor was latter. When she finally was ready for me, my tongue was sore and tired. I could barely stick it out. She lay before me on the floor and I lay on my stomach between her legs.

"Ladies" she said. "I think he needs some motivation. Mom can you get the paddle and Edith, I think I saw a cane in the corner?"

My ass paid the price for my lack of enthusiasm. I finally managed to get Eleanor off, but it took over 30 minutes to do so. I still had Hilda and Prof. Williams to satisfy, and this was only the first round. It was going to be a long night.

A long night it was. It was actually the next morning when everyone started to leave. The sun was up and I was exhausted. When everyone was gone, Prof. Williams took me to her bedroom and put me to bed. She lay down with me and we fell asleep in each other's arms. It had been a long night and my tongue didn't work anymore. Still, I felt frustrated sexually because I had not had an orgasm the entire week. We woke in time for me to shower and get dressed. Prof. Williams drove me back to my home to with Mrs. Baxter.

Once I arrived home, Mrs. Baxter was waiting for me. She told me to wait for her in the library. She remained in the parlor with her sister. After about 15 minutes she came into the library.

"So, how was your week?" she asked.

I fell to my knees and begged her not to loan me to her sister again. I told her of the use of the remote, of the paddling and canings I suffered the previous night. I told her of the women I served the previous night. And especially of the ladies of color I had to serve. I told her he worst part was calling her Goddess when the only Goddesses I served were Jessica and herself.

"I take it you did not care for your stay with my sister?" Mrs. Baxter asked. "It would be awful if I sent you to her for a month as punishment. Now, go to your room and change. Dinner will be ready shortly and I expect you to join us. I will take care of that device you have on after dinner. I have missed you this week and you have a lot to make up for."

Chapter 10: Hilda starts his training

I was able to relax that weekend before beginning my training with Hilda on Monday. Jessica visited me each night and used my tongue to satisfy her desires. Each night I was left with blue balls as she would masturbate me until I was close to shooting only to stop and squeeze my ball. Fortunately I did not have to wear the device. It sat on my harmlessly on top of my dresser. 

Monday I started my first day in training. My supervisor was Ms. Hilda, the cook. She handed me a list of duties and responsibilities which were divided into daily, weekly and monthly tasks. She said once I had mastered a specific task, she and I would initial it on the sheet listing my duties. Once initialed, the task would be added to my schedule. It will then be my responsibility to properly complete the task as scheduled.

The first day we concentrated on cleaning. We cleaned the kitchen, dusted the entire house, and swept and mopped the floors. After that came the vacuuming. Most of the floors were hardwood, but there was carpeting in the bedrooms, the studies and the rec room. We stopped about 11am so she could fix lunch and I helped her as much as I could in the kitchen then served it to Jessica and Mrs. Baxter in the dining room. I ate with Ms. Hilda in the kitchen. We cleaned the kitchen following lunch and returned to cleaning the house. She left me at about 3 pm to start diner. She said I was doing a good job for the first day and signed off on several tasks.

When she left she told me to continue with the cleaning on the second floor but not to bother with the bedrooms. She told me she would check my work when she returned from starting dinner. 

She returned about an hour later. I had just finished cleaning the second floor. She produced a pair of white gloves and put them on. She checked my dusting using the glove to judge its quality. Unfortunately, I failed the test. She flogged me several times while admonishing my work. She told me to do it over starting at the beginning. She left to check on dinner. About 5 pm I was done. She returned with her gloves. She was smiling when she showed me they were clean.

That's the way it should be down." She said. "Always! You know a job worth doing is worth doing right."

"Yes Ma'am," I said.

Dinner was uneventful. I ate with Ms. Hilda in the kitchen after serving Mrs. Baxter, Jessica and the two remaining boarders. The girls looked a little confused when I left to eat with Hilda.

"We will discuss this after dinner, girls." Mrs. Baxter said.

After dinner I cleaned the kitchen for Hilda. She informed me cooks cook and maids clean, so from now on I would be responsible for cleaning the kitchen when I was working. She said she would clean it if I had school work or free time scheduled, but at any other time it was my responsibility. By the time I had finished in the kitchen, Ms. Hilda had gone to her room. She said she would inspect it in the morning and it better b perfect. I double checked everything to make sure it would pass inspection. 

As I walked past the dining room I noticed that it was empty. The library door was closed and I assumed that all of the women were having a meeting. I wasn't invited so I decided to head out to the patio for some time in the hot tub. I took a shower, changed into my speedo swim trunks and headed for the patio. By the time I got there Mrs. Baxter was sitting at one of the tables.

"How did things go today with Hilda?" she asked.

"I think they went well, Ma'am." I said. "She spared my butt for the most part, so I guess it was good."

Mrs. Baxter laughed. 

"I told the girls about you tonight." She said. "At first they were a little hesitant about the situation, but after I discussed it with them and let them know how you could be used, they were a bit more enthusiastic."

"In what way?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough I suspect." She replied. "They went to change and will be out here shortly. I think I'll hang around for a little while to see what happens."

I got in the hot tub. It had been a long day and I wanted to relax for a while before heading back to my room. I planned to go to bed early tonight so I would be fresh for day tomorrow.

Jessica was the first to appear. She was wearing one of her two piece bikinis. I guess you would call it a thong because it didn't cover much in the front and a single piece of fabric was buried between her ass cheeks in the rear. She was followed by Anne a few minutes later.

Anne was about 5'6" and had blue eyes and dark hair. Her body had a bronzed tan and no tan lines were evident. She evidently spent a lot of time lying out in the sun. Her body was well proportioned. Her figure was a little fuller than Jessica's but the curves were all in the right spot. She wasn't endowed with large tits, but what she had filled out her suit nicely. I liked the way she looked ever since the first time I saw her. That night she was wearing a business suit as she had just returned from work. She was working at a law office this summer as an intern before returning to school next fall to pursue her master's.

Anne's suit rivaled Jessica's for skimpiest bikini on the planet. It was hot orange in color, and it was obvious that Anne was completely shaven because nothing could have been hidden under that suit and no hair was visible.

Megan was the other student who was staying the summer. She was a rising senior, a year ahead of me in school. She was also a business major but we didn't have any classes together. She was a pitcher for the university's softball team. She was pretty good having won all but two of her games this spring. She would be the team's ace next year and stayed the summer to make up some classes she missed during the spring semester. She was also going to play ball in a local women's softball league. It was made up of a lot of college and former college players who lived in the area. She felt it would be good exposure as a lot of pro scouts came to the games.

Megan had a trim and toned, athletic body. She was a little over 6' tall. Her legs looked strong and muscular. She was a blond haired, blue eyed beauty. She reminded me Jennie Finch, the 6'1" Arizona Wildcat who led Team USA to a gold medal as a pitcher in the 2004 Summer Olympics. There were rumors that Megan was a lesbian and that on some of the team's road trips, there were some off field team play going on. Word had it that several of the players, and even a couple of the coaches were involved in some parties that would make 'Girls gone wild' seem like band camp. 




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 04



I had seen Megan pitch on several occasions and knew she threw a fastball that was clocked in the 70's and a wicked curve ball. She had the potential of playing professionally and my guess was that was her goal. When she came out onto the patio my jaw dropped and my cock rose. She was naked. The others just shook their head but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. We were in a secluded area on the patio, and there were no neighbors who could see us, but the idea of coming out naked was more than I could imagine. 

"Like what you see?" she said as she hopped into the tub with me. "Better close your mouth, you'll catch flies; and didn't anyone tell you it's not polite to stare?"

I just couldn't believe what I just saw. There wasn't a tan line anywhere so I guessed this wasn't the first time she had done this. Anne came over and not to be out done, dropped her bikini as she got into the pool also. She looked every bit as good as Megan. I glanced over at Jessica and Mrs. Baxter to get their take on what was happening. Mrs. Baxter was smiling. Jessica looked a little peeved.

"Megan told you to close your mouth" Anne said. "I think I will need to write something in my little notebook about this. I just don't think you are showing us the proper respect."

With that she raised her leg and rubbed my crotch through my speedos. She played with it for a minute while she chatted with Megan. She looked back at me.

"Go get us a beer" Anne said. "Jessica, Mrs. B do you want anything? Dave has volunteered to get us a beer. I'm sure he will be happy to bring you back something also."

Mrs. Baxter smiled and said she would like a glass of wine. Jessica opted for beer. I got out of the tub and bent over to dry off. My towel was on the chair and while I bent over I gave the women in the hot tub a good view of my ass.

"Turn around here", Megan demanded. "Drop those speedos. I think you have an erection and if so I will be quite offended. A girl should be able to come out here without having to be subjected to the hired help googling at her and getting an erection like she's a piece of meat."

I didn't have much of a choice. I knew I was sunk and that this whole episode had been set up to give the girls an opportunity to provide a little humiliation. As Mrs. Baxter had said, the girls seemed to be enjoying their new role I knew I had better be careful. Keeping my eyes downcast might be the best alternative.

"I knew it Anne." Megan said as I dropped my speedos. "I knew he had an erection. It's a nice erection, but still, to display it out here in public, well, it just isn't right. I'm writing this down in his notebook. We will see about this on Thursday. Go get our drinks and don't bother to put your speedo back on. You won't need them tonight."

I went into the kitchen and returned with their drinks. I served each one of them and put the tray on the table. Megan told me to come over to where she was. She was sitting at the table with Mrs. Baxter. She had a ruler in her hand.

"I want you to know that I appreciate a hard cock" she said. "But only when I want to use it. I know you have heard the rumors about me and most of them are true. I do like women. I like them a lot, but I also like guys. I guess that makes me bisexual. I'm not as picky when it comes to women, but the guys I like have to be a little special. You see I only like guys that I can control, so it looks like we are going to be a good fit. I hope you like it because I know that I am."

She looked down at my cock. It was still hard as a rock. Mrs. Baxter said nothing and Anne and Jessica were wondering where this might be going.

Megan continued. "As I said, if I tell you to get an erection, then it is fine to have one. However, if you display an erection without me asking, I will take it as an insult. Right now I am going to deal with your little problem. When it is gone, you will thank me and then go to each woman here. You will let her inspect your penis for an erection. If any of them find one, we will start over. Is that clear?"

"Yes Miss Megan." I said.

With that she brought the flat side of the ruler down across my penis. She hit it about ten times before giving my ball a couple of whacks. My erection was gone. I went to each woman and each confirmed that my erection had disappeared. I returned to Miss Megan.

"Now I think you should go to your room and think about what happened tonight." She said. "If I catch you with another unauthorized erection, I will make sure you get to wear your little device for a long time. I understand that you love to wear it. We each have remote control devices. My call signal is four shocks and Anne's is five. I can't wait to get you in it and call you to serve me. This summer is going to be great."

I went back to my room. I tried watching TV for a while but nothing really interested me. My erection returned as I thought about what had happened tonight and I thought of Megan and Anne nude by the pool. I decided I had better masturbate so that I might be able to avoid a similar experience tomorrow. As I began stroking my cock I had no idea that Jessica and Mrs. Baxter were watching me in Mrs. Baxter's bedroom.

"Give 'em enough rope and they hang themselves." she said as she wrote the incident up in her notebook.

Tuesday was laundry day. I was to change the bedding in each of the bedrooms starting with Mrs. Baxter's. There was spare bedding available in the linen closets adjacent to each bathroom. I was to take the dirty bedding to the laundry room to be washed. While the bedding was being washed, I was to clean each of the bedrooms including dusting the furniture and vacuuming the carpet. I was to gather any dirty clothing and bring it to the laundry to be washed. I was told to be careful not to mix up any of the women's belongings.

Ms. Hilda showed me how to properly make a bed and supervised me as I made a couple. She showed me where the laundry cart was and said she would meet me in the laundry in a few minutes. I loaded all of the dirty bedding in the cart and met Ms. Hilda in the laundry about 15 minutes later. She showed me how to operate the washers and dryers, where all the laundry supplies were and helped me start the first load. She said I could finish cleaning the rest of the bedrooms while the bedding was in the washers.

Hilda returned to the kitchen. It was mid-morning and she had to prepare a grocery list and think about what to prepare for lunch. It took three loads in each washer to wash all of the bedding. I had finished cleaning the bedrooms by the time the bedding was done. I folded it neatly and returned it to the appropriate linen closets so it would be available for the next laundry day. I

I returned to the laundry with the dirty clothes I had found in each of the bedrooms. I placed each woman's laundry in a separate laundry bag to keep it separated. It was lunch time so I started a load of Mrs. Baxter's clothes so they would be clean by the time I finished lunch.

I found Ms. Hilda in the Kitchen. Lunch was not quite ready so I sat at the table and watched her work. She had been really helpful today and I thanked her for all that she did. She smiled and said I could pay her back later his evening. I returned the smile hoping she didn't mean what she implied.

Mrs. Baxter and Jessica were eating alone again today. I gathered that would be the norm during the summer. Mrs. Baxter asked how the day was going and I told her so far it was going well. I said I thought I was adjusting to the routine and Ms. Hilda was a big help.

"I'm glad you two are getting along." She said. "I was worried that might present a problem."

I went to the kitchen and ate with Hilda. When I was done I cleaned the kitchen without being told and headed back to the laundry. Hilda said she would meet me there in a little bit to see how I was doing.

Mrs. Baxter's clothes were done and I put them in the dryer. I was loading a second load when I felt the flogger against my butt.

"What are you doing?" Ms. Hilda demanded. "Undies are washed by hand and hung on the drying rack over there. They are too delicate to put in the washer."

She also showed me a chart on the back of one of the cabinets. It listed each woman and any special instructions about doing her laundry. It indicated who wanted starch, what required hand washing, what needed ironing, and whether to hang or fold when done. It all seemed so complicated. I consulted the chart often to make sure I didn't screw up. Hilda helped me get the next two loads started and then left to check on my work in the bedrooms.

She was satisfied with my work and congratulated me on doing a good job. She showed me the finer points of ironing, especially the more delicate fabrics. After she was satisfied I could manage, she returned to the kitchen to plan dinner. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry. I finished about 5 pm and headed to the kitchen.

Ms. Hilda was just finishing preparing dinner and had everything loaded on the cart. She said she would check my work in the laundry while I served dinner. I wheeled the cart into the dining room and preceded to serve each of the women their meals. Anne and Megan were there along with Jessica and Mrs. Baxter.

"Drop those pants" Megan said as I started to serve her dinner. "Better not have another erection or there will be hell to pay."

I dropped my pants and undies and fortunately I was soft. The previous night's masturbation had paid off. I was allowed to pull my pants up and to Megan's disappointment, left to eat my dinner with Ms. Hilda.

Ms. Hilda was in the kitchen when I returned. She said the laundry looked good and I could take it back to the appropriate bedroom and put it away after dinner. She said to be sure to knock on the bedroom door before entering since the girls were home. I finished my dinner and told her that I would clean the kitchen after I delivered the laundry. She thanked me and said she was going to her room as she was tired. I hoped that meant that I wouldn't be seeing her later that night.

I was putting Megan's clothes away when I discovered her collection of dildos. She had quite a few including long skinny ones, short fat ones and a couple that had to be more than a foot in length. There were smooth ones and bumpy ones and several with veins that looked like a real cock. One was still attached to her strap on harness. It was about the size of my own cock. As I was examining it Megan walked in.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Another entry in your little book. How dare you go through my personal belongings without my permission? You've really got it coming come Thursday."

"I was just putting your clothes away Miss Megan,"I I pleaded. "I didn't know where everything went. I found this in your dresser an..."

"Likely story." she yelled. "Finish what you were doing and get out."

I finished delivering the laundry and cleaning the kitchen. It was dark when I was done and decided I had better just go to my room and not risk any additional confrontations. I settled into my recliner and turned on the TV. I watched a baseball game for a while before turning it off and going to bed. It was 10pm. About an hour later I heard the door open and I assumed Jessica was coming to have her late night itch scratched. It had become a regular occurrence and I hadn't seen her for several nights. When my bedroom door opened it wasn't Jessica, it was Hilda; and she was naked.

Hilda didn't leave until she had to get up and get ready for work. She had used my tongue to lick her pussy and ass which brought her to several orgasms. When my tongue was too tired to perform, she straddled me and impale herself on my cock. She rode it like a wild woman to another two orgasms. Every time I was near coming she would reach back and squeeze my balls, defeating my imminent climax.

"No accidents now" She said, "No accidents."

The rest of the week went pretty smoothly. I avoided the girls as much as possible and Hilda seemed happy with my work. By Friday evening she had signed off on all of the items on my check off sheet. Jessica stopped by my room on Wednesday evening. We had oral and penetrative sex that night. It was the best sex I had had since that first Saturday night. When she left early the next morning she had experienced at least six orgasms and I had experienced three. Thursday was a long day after consecutive nights filled with sex.

We were supposed to have our first house meeting that night but several of the girls had plans that they couldn't change. Mrs. Baxter was a little upset but said she would postpone the meeting until the following Thursday at 7 pm. She said it might be beneficial to start a little earlier than usual.

I was given Saturday afternoon and Sunday off since I had accomplished all of my goals for the week. 

I decided to take a bike ride on Saturday and check out the neighborhood. I drove by all the sorority and frat houses and got the basic layout of the neighborhood. There wasn't much happening since it was summer and most of the students had gone home for the summer. As I returned home, I did notice some activity at the sorority house across the street. Two girls were struggling with a new sofa. They were trying to get it through the front door, but it didn't seem to want to go.

"Need some help there?" I called out. "Be glad to if you want."

One girl looked around and I recognized her as Samantha Stevens, president of Tri Sigma sorority. It was the Tri Sig house I was parked in front of.

"Ah, sure" she said. "We just bought this new sofa for the house and can't seem to get it through the door. I guess we don't have enough muscle."

"Who needs muscle when you have legs like that?" I thought but didn't dare say.

I knew her from several classes we had together. She was one hundred percent feminist. My guess is she would fit right in at the Baxter house if given a chance. I wasn't about to give her that opportunity. I went over and checked out the situation. She showed me where she wanted to put the sofa and I did a little recon. I had never been in one of the sorority houses and this was my opportunity. After checking things out I came up with a couple of options.

"They make these sofas with removable backs to make them easier to go through door openings. We could take the back off, but there are still a couple of sharp turns we would need to negotiate. The other option is to take it around back and come in through the patio door. We'll have to move a couple of things, but it will be a straight shot to where you want it to go. We decided on the second option.

I moved the furniture out of the way and helped remove the old sofa which was still in the house. We took the new sofa around back and in through the patio door. I noticed there were several of the sisters sunbathing in the back yard. A couple were topless and one was nude. I tried to avert my eyes as I knew this could be a bad situation for me. Unfortunately, my cock had seen enough and was at full attention. We set the sofa down and I tried to rearrange my shorts but I am sure Samantha got the picture.

"I'm. Ah. Sorry about that." I stuttered. "I didn't know anyone was in the back yard."

"Don't worry about it." Samantha said. "I little peep show is the least we can offer since you helped out with this sofa. We'd still be struggling with it if you hadn't come along. By the way, I think I know you. Didn't we have some classes together last semester?"

"Yes ma'am." I said. "We had a computer class together and a math class."

"I remember now" she said. You used to sit in the back of the room. I think you probably checked out every girl in the room at one time or another. That's OK though, 'cause to be honest, I was checking you out more than once. This is Linda. She is treasurer of the sorority. We're trying to make some renovations this summer while most of the girls are away. There are only about ten of use staying here over the summer. Usually we have about 25 to 30, and on party nights we might have over sixty of our sisters crashing wherever they can find a spot."

She was checking me out again, especially my crotch. My erection had subsided a little, but not much.

"Do you live around here?" she asked. "Most everyone has gone home for the summer. I stay because it's free room and board. Plus, I have a summer job down at the Boutique le Femme. You should stop by and see me some time. I can get you a good deal on some stuff for your girlfriend." 

"Um, I am staying across the street and the Baxter's residence. I'm doing some work for her." I said. "As far as a girlfriend, well, that's a long story."

"Really, staying with Ruth Baxter." She replied. "That's awesome. We should be seeing a lot of each other this summer. Ruth is an alumni of Tri Sig. She lets us come over and swim and holds several parties each year for the girls. She's a great lady and Jessica is one of our sisters. I'm sure we will see a lot of you, Dave. Thanks for the help." 

She gave me a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. Linda was not to be outdone. Her hug lasted a little longer and she kissed the other cheek. Her hand also found my cock. She grabbed hold and gave a little squeeze.



Dave Gets an Education Pt. 05



Chapter 11 Dave's training continues

For my second week of training I was to meet with Jessica for two hours a day. She was going to teach me the finer points of maid service. This included how to function at a party or formal dinner, proper etiquette, and how to dress properly. It was similar to attending a finishing school for young women.

I still had my normal chores and duties to complete, so I began my day at 7 am. I tried to get all of my required daily assignments completed by about 4. That gave me about an hour or so before dinner to relax. I would sit out by the pool or go back to my room depending on my mood. After dinner I would clean the kitchen which normally took me until about 7. I would spend the evening with Jessica finishing my day around 9 pm. 

It was a long and tiring day. Ms. Hilda continued to supervise my work and occasionally gave constructive feedback on how I could do things more efficiently. Ms. Hilda and I developed a schedule that spread the work out throughout the week. It took me about 6 hours on most days to get my assignments done. Laundry day was the exception as that took me about 8 hours to complete.

The additional evening classes with Jessica helped to keep me out of trouble with the other girls. The girls would occasionally watch as I practiced setting the table or simulated serving dinner under Jessica's watchful eyes. Jessica would make me repeat various protocols over and over again until I could perform them perfectly. The girls giggled as I performed my tasks.

Next, I was given instruction in proper etiquette, especially when greeting guests. I was taught to curtsey and bow and proper eye contact.

Finally I was provided with several uniforms. I was told when and where they would be required. I was given a butler's uniform that consisted of black trousers, white button up shirt with bow tie and a short coat that had longer tails in the back. I was to wear that uniform for all formal dinners unless otherwise requested.

The second uniform was my maid's uniform. It consisted of a typical "French maid" outfit complete with garter belt and stockings. Shoes were provided which had 4" heals. Women's panties and a girdle completed the outfit. I was to wear this uniform when Mrs. Baxter had a party for her lady friends.

The last uniform was my punishment uniform. I would be required to wear it when serving guests while being punished. It consisted of a black leather collar for my neck, black thong panties, and shoes with 6" heels and an ankle strap that could be locked into place to prevent removal.

Jessica had me dress and undress in each of the uniforms until I was proficient in donning them without assistance. She had me walk in both the 4" and 6" heels until I could do so gracefully. She or one of the other girls would follow along beside me with a riding crop and smack my butt any time I lost my balance or walked 'unladylike'. By the time I had mastered bending, stooping, walking and so forth, my butt had numerous welts. Jessica tended to only strike hard enough to get my attention, but Megan provided numerous welts to my backside. Anne was not as brutal as Megan, but she got in her share of licks as well.

Jessica came down to my room twice that week to have her itch scratched. She used my tongue and my cock until she was satisfied. On Wednesday, Mrs. Baxter must have had an itch because she summoned me to her room at about 10 pm and I remained there until I had to get up and prepare for work the next day. She was very demanding in bed, and I knew whenever she summoned me, I had better be prepared to bring her to multiple orgasms.

I was cleaning the windows on Thursday afternoon when something unexpected occurred. I was looking out towards the Tri Sig house and saw some activity in one of the second floor windows. The curtains were open and I could see clearly into the room. Samantha and Lucy were standing in the middle of the room naked. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I continued to watch as the two beautiful sorority sisters began kissing and hugging each other. I could see Samantha massaging Lucy's large breasts. Lucy threw her head back and appeared to be moaning. I couldn't hear what was happening, but from what I could see, both girls would soon be enthralled in bringing each other to orgasm.

I continued watching for about 10 minutes. A third girl entered the room. She was taller than both Samantha and Lucy. It looked like Lucy was on her knees eating the new girl's pussy while Samantha looked on. I was getting extremely aroused and pulled my cock out as I watched. I masturbated to the sight of these beautiful women making love. After another 10 minutes all of the girls left. A few minutes later I saw Samantha and Lucy come out of the house, spread out a beach towel and stretch out on the front lawn to catch some rays. Both were wearing bikinis and had loosened their tops while they lay on the ground.

I had to get back to my work, so I finished cleaning the windows and headed downstairs. I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink and found Hilda preparing dinner. She reminded me of the meeting that night at 7 pm and told me to be sure all of my daily assignments were done by then. She also reminded me that there might be a quiz on the house rules Mrs. Baxter had given me when I moved in. I hadn't really looked at them since the night she gave them to me, so I figured I better go to my room and review them again when I finished my chores. I thanked Ms. Hilda for looking out for me.

Chapter 12 The first House meeting

I had just finished cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Hilda watched as I scrubbed the pots and pans, washed and dried the dishes, wiped the countertops and table and finally mopped the floor. I put everything away and looked at my watch. It was 6:30 so I had 30 minutes to kill before the first house meeting.

"I have to get my notebook." I said. "So I think I'll head to my apartment and take a quick shower and change clothes. See you in a little bit."

"OK Dave." She replied. "But don't be late if you know what's good for you."

I gave her a little smile and headed to my room. I took a shower, put on some fresh deodorant and a little cologne and changed into a clean t-shirt and shorts. I looked at the entries I had made in my notebook. I knew I would be receiving some punishment. Since this was our first meeting, I really didn't know what to expect. I could only hope for the best.

I arrived in the library with five minutes to spare. Mrs. Baxter was not there yet. Jessica, Hilda, Anne and Megan had all arrived and were sitting around the room. Jessica told me to remain standing for the time being. I had been waiting for a few minutes when the doorbell rang.

"Get that Dave." Jessica said.

I went to the front door and opened it. I found Samantha and Lucy standing there. I asked them why they were here and Samantha said they got an invitation to come over for wine and cheese. I let them in and showed them to the library.

Mrs. Baxter entered the room and sat in the chair behind the table. She looked around the room and smiled.

"I know Dr. Rosewood is running a little late." She said. "She will be here shortly. Are we expecting anyone else?"

There was no response so I assumed that all the women who were coming had arrived with the exception of Dr. Rosewood. Mrs. Baxter directed me to bring some cheese and wine for the ladies. Hilda said she had prepared a cheese plate and that it was in the refrigerator. I headed to the kitchen and returned with the cart. I placed the cheese plate on the table and started serving the wine. By the time I had served everyone, Dr. Rosewood had joined the merry band.

"I think we can begin now. Dave why don't you come over here and have a seat?" Mrs. Baxter said. "Let me start by introducing our guests. Samantha and Lucy live across the street in the Tri Sigma house. Samantha is President and Lucy is Treasurer. Samantha called me this afternoon to tell me what a wonderful person Dave is. She said he helped carry a new sofa into the sorority house last weekend, and that they couldn't have managed it without him."

"I invited them over tonight to join us for some wine and cheese." She continued. "Over here is Helen Rosewood. She is my personal physician and a dear friend. She visits me often, and I thought she could provide some thoughts about tonight's agenda. Please make these ladies feel welcome."

"This is the first of our weekly house meetings." Mrs. Baxter began. "The purpose of this meeting is communication. I have found that when there are so many people living in close quarters, incidents can occur that lead to arguments or even fights. The purpose of these meetings is to bring any issues out in the open and correct whatever may have created the problem."

The women were all nodding in agreement. I looked around the room, there were seven women listening attentively to Mrs. Baxter. 

"In addition to preventing problems," Mrs. Baxter continued. "This is also an opportunity to hear suggestions about how the house can run smoother. It gives everyone the opportunity to make important announcements such as upcoming activities and anything else that would be beneficial for the household to know. For example, if Megan is going to be gone for the weekend playing in a softball tournament, it helps Hilda to know that she won't be here for meals. "

"Maybe we could put up one of those monthly planning calendars." said Anne. We could all write down when we will not be here. We could also schedule any activities that are planned."

"That's an excellent idea. Anne." Mrs. Baxter said. "That's the type of input I am looking for at these meetings. I will pick up a planner this week. We can put it up here in the library. That's a convenient location that everyone has access to."

"Maybe we need one to schedule time with Dave?" Megan said with a bit of a smirk on her face. "I know I want to get my hands on him one of these days and it might become a problem if several of us want to use him at the same time."

The ladies burst out in laughter. I felt about two inches tall. I glanced at Samantha. She was smiling and enjoying my humiliation. I still didn't know what she and Lucy were doing here. I thought this was a meeting for those who lived in the house. 

"I'll take care of that calendar." Mrs. Baxter said. "We need to be careful not to 'overuse' Dave. After all, he can't be expected to 'get it up'... I mean stay up every night and still be able to function during the day. I think a schedule is a good Idea, but ladies; please come to me so I can coordinate your entertainment."

Dr. Rosewood spoke up. "I can provide a little help in that area, at least with the 'get it up' part. I can prescribe some little blue pills that will help Dave 'entertain' the girls. Of course, you'll have to schedule me for some entertainment time as well."

The room erupted again. There were cat calls and whistling and a few applause before Mrs. Baxter could regain control. I simply stared at the table in front of me.

"Does anyone else have any suggestions or announcements they would like to make?" Mrs. Baxter asked. "Good. Then we can get started with the business at hand. We will meet weekly to discuss performance and attitude. Most of you know that Dave has agreed to be our servant for the next two years. He is being compensated well for his service. Part of the agreement calls for him to be disciplined whenever his performance is poor, he breaks any of the house rules, or develops a poor attitude."

She continued "Each week Dave will confess any deficiencies in his performance or attitude as well as any infractions of my rules. Those present will then determine an appropriate punishment. Just to make sure that Dave reports his acts and omissions accurately, each of you living here can comment on his behavior as well. In fact, anyone can lodge a complaint against Dave and it will be investigated here."

"It's kind of like a trial and sentencing." Anne said.

"That's correct." Mrs. Baxter said. "But my courtroom he is guilty until proven innocent."

Mrs. Baxter had me give her my notebook. She looked through the entries and smiled for a moment. She then had me recite the list of rules that she gave me on my first night here. There were over 20 rules and policies that I had to remember. I forgot two. 

"That's two demerits, Dave" Mrs. Baxter said as she wrote in my book. "Hilda, would you give us a summary of his initial training and performance?" Mrs. Baxter asked.

Hilda began by saying that she had been impressed by my ability to learn my duties. She said I had successfully completed all of the tasks she had been assigned to teach and that we had set up a work schedule which allowed me to perform all of my responsibilities on a regular basis. I would be scheduled to work 8 hours per day during the week and a half day on Saturday. 

She said that my performance had been generally good with a couple of exceptions. First, I had failed to dust the second floor properly, failing her white glove test. Second, I had attempted to machine wash Mrs. Baxter's intimates. She made me wash all the undies of all the ladies by hand. I was required to sniff each garment prior to washing as punishment, and again after washing just to be sure they were clean. Third, I had failed to clean the glass patio doors and several windows properly, leaving them streaked. For this, she made me wash all of the windows again while she supervised with her flogger; and finally, I had failed to properly clean one the toilets in the west wing by leaving a toilet seat up. She made me clean all of the toilets over using a toothbrush to clean under the rim to ensure they were clean. That took me hours to finish.

"Dave, I don't see these events listed in your book." Mrs. Baxter said after a few minutes. "Do you wish to contest the validity of these incidents?"

"No ma'am." I replied. "I thought Hilda's discipline at the time was sufficient and they would not need further review."

"Dave." She continued. The notebook provides me a history of your behavior and work habits. All deficiencies must be recorded so that we have an accurate record of your performance. I may have chosen not to administer further discipline for these events had you recorded them properly, but since you didn't, I am assigning 1 demerit for each item and another for failure to report them. Since there were 4 items, that is 8 demerits. You're up to 10 now."

"How did he do this week, Jessica?" Mrs. Baxter asked.

"The training on proper etiquette and how to serve went fairly well. He is a quick learner. He had a bit of problem with his dress through, especially walking in heels." Jessica replied. "The girls and I had to encourage him a little with our riding crops, but he finally got it after a lot of practice and a sore butt."

Anne and Megan were giggling at Jessica's remarks. Jessica was looking straight at me shaking her head.

"I thought he had learned his lessons well, but looking at his posture here tonight, maybe I was wrong." She continued. "Stand up straight David. Lower your gaze like I taught you. Better yet, Get on your knees. Kneel before these superior women."

She thought for a moment before adding.

"I think an additional demerit is appropriate for poor posture. Mom, would you write it in his book for me?"

"Certainly honey." Mrs. Baxter said. "Anyone else wish to comment on Dave's performance before we move on to infractions of the rules?" 

Samantha spoke up. "This really isn't poor performance, it is actually good performance."

Jessica gave her a dirty look and I could see hints of jealousy in her eyes. Samantha recounted the story of how I assisted them with the couch the previous weekend. Fortunately she left out the part about the naked sunbathers and my erection. The way things were going, I was sure that both would earn me a demerit or worse. Mrs. Baxter smiled and said that men should always volunteer to assist a woman in need. She gave me a merit coin which she said I could use to erase one demerit from any punishment session. I gladly gave it back to her, asking to apply it to my current circumstance. I looked at Samantha and mouthed a thank you to which she smiled.

Mrs. Baxter again asked if anyone had anything to add about my performance. No one spoke up.

"Good" she said. "Dave, bring us some more wine as it looks like these ladies are thirsty tonight.

After a short pee break the meeting resumed.

"OK Dave," Mrs. Baxter said. "I see you have an entry concerning Helen and your physical. It says you were uncooperative when she was measuring you penis. Dr. Rosewood would you like to explain what happened?"

Dr. Rosewood explained that during my physical she had me strip to examine my penis, check for hernias and perform a rectal exam. She had her nurse present as a witness as well as another nurse who was training to be a PA. She said that I initially refused to strip and that when I did, I had a semi erection. She said she wasn't sure if she should be offended by the partial erection or because my erection wasn't rock hard. In either case, it prevented her from properly measuring it as Mrs. Baxter had requested. She said she made me masturbate until I was erect, and after measuring it in the erect state, made me continue until I shot my load and I was soft.

The women were laughing as she told the story. I was actually becoming semi-erect as she told it. I had gotten use to a lot of the humiliation so the story really didn't bother me much.

Mrs. Baxter spoke. "That is an interesting story, Helen." Dave, was it accurate?"

I nodded.

"Well then." I think you should give the ladies a repeat performance. Please face the ladies, strip, and begin stroking yourself. You are not to shoot until I give you permission. You will then lick up your mess from wherever it falls. Understood?" 

"Yes ma'am." I replied.

I was naked and masturbating in front of a room full of women who had been drinking wine for the past hour. I was still a little uncomfortable being naked in front of women I hardly knew, but the eroticism of what was happening excited me and soon I was hard as a rock. My cock was now dripping and I was getting close to shooting.

"Let's see what else he wrote in his little book" Mrs. Baxter said. "Megan, he wrote that he offended you and Anne with his erection. He also insulted Anne by staring at her with his tongue half hanging out of his mouth."

Megan and Anne told the group of the incident that occurred by the pool. She left out the fact that she and Anne were naked at the time and had teased me with their feet while in the hot tub. The women were looking at me with disgust.

"Megan," Mrs. Baxter said. "Why don't you help him finish his job there? Try to keep him from shooting for as long as you can. Squeezing his balls when he gets close will help. Anne, here is my paddle. I would like you to paddle his butt until he has shot his load. Megan, you can take over with the paddle while he cleans up his mess. Remember, you control where he shoots. The more he has to clean up, the longer you will get to use the paddle."

Mrs. Baxter was looking in my book and I knew there was still one entry left. I knew the outcome would be bad. Anne was still swinging away. For a novice she was quickly learning how to get my attention. Megan was working on my cock and occasionally my balls.

"Megan, it looks like you had another incident we need to discuss." Mrs. Baxter said.

Megan told the group how she found me going through her things in her bedroom. As she recounted the story, she slowed her strokes giving Anne more time to use the paddle. When she finished the story she returned to my masturbation. Anne said her arm was getting tired and that she would need to do a few more upper body exercises in the gym if this continued every week. Megan increased her masturbation of me and soon I shot all over the feet of several of the ladies. Anne handed the paddle to Megan.




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 05



Megan said. "You know what to do, go ahead and get started. Each lady will let you know when you have cleaned her feet adequately. Then you can move to the next one in line. I will motivate you with this paddle and I work my upper body and shoulders in the gym every day. Hope you appreciate that."

Mrs. Baxter was watching the action with the other ladies. She knew the paddling would hurt more after I had ejaculated, and my butt could attest to that. The women continued to drink and revel in my situation. There were no more entries in my notebook, so I was hoping that this was going to end soon. They still had my demerits to deal with and I knew that would result in further corporal punishment. My butt was already red and hurting. 

I was near tears when Megan finished. She swung hard. Mrs. Baxter asked the women take their seats.

"Messing with another's personal belongings is a serious offense in this house" she said. "Megan, can you suggest how he should be punished? After all, it was your things that he was messing with."

Megan thought for a minute and then smiled.

"Mrs. B" she began. "Since he was so interested in my dildo collection, I think he should get a closer look at them. I think he should experience each and every one until he can take my largest. It is over 12 inches long."

The women applauded but Mrs. Baxter didn't say a word. She was thinking of how to handle this since she had planned to bust my cherry next week. 

"That is a novel Idea. I like the concept." She said. "I think that can be arranged. He will be too busy next week since I have him for his third week of training, but the following week he should be free every evening. I believe that will be the week beginning May 29th. Dave, you will report to Megan's room that night and each successive night thereafter until you can accept all of her dildos in both your mouth and your ass. She will decide when you are ready to progress to the next size."

Mrs. Baxter had thought this through. She wanted to encourage the girls to devise suitable punishments, but at the same time she wanted to be the first to fuck my ass. That is why she had plugged it when she loaned me to her sister. She knew that Prof. Williams enjoyed penetrative sex both as a receiver and as a giver. Delaying my anal punishment for a week would give her and Jessica an opportunity to break me in first, and there was nothing Mrs. Baxter enjoyed more than taking a man's anal cherry.

"Megan," added Mrs. Baxter. "I have a collection too. Maybe we can share."

Both women smiled.

"OK" she said after making the appropriate notes in the punishment book. "Who is next? Anyone have something to add?"

None of the women spoke up. I hoped that meant that the trial was nearly over. 

"OK then. I have a couple of things that we need to discuss." Mrs. Baxter said.

"Dave, do you remember the conversation we had in this very room the day you moved in?" she began. "It involved living by a set of rules while you are here and the need for discipline and punishment when your performance is not appropriate. One of those rules stated that women should be respected at all times."

"Yes ma'am" I replied. "I remember."

"Then," she continued. "Would you explain why you continually looked at Jessica's legs and ignore me while I was talking to you. It is so inappropriate to stare, as you have already found out. It is worse when you ignore a woman who is trying to provide you guidance. Furthermore, since you did not report this, I can only guess that you were trying to hide this act of disrespect; and that makes you deceitful. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I knew I was busted. She had me on every count. I had no defense.

"Ma'am" I said. "This weak male was caught up in the beauty of your daughter. It was impolite of me to stare at her and I apologize to her for that indiscretion. Likewise, my attention should have been directed to you. Maybe if I had, I would not find myself in my current predicament."

I hoped my words would appease her and lessen my punishment. Given what had already happened, I didn't really believe it would.

"That was well spoken." She said. "Perhaps if you had apologized that night things would have gone easier on you, but since you didn't, I am assigning you 1 demerit for staring at Jessica's legs, another for your inattention to me and a two additional for failure to report both. I believe that brings your demerits to a total of 14.

Mrs. Baxter explained her demerit system to the ladies. The person assigned to administer the punishment chooses the position and instrument used. Normally each demerit results in 10 swats. If I received more than 10 demerits in any given week, the number of swats is doubled. There was also the possibility of losing free time or other privileges. 

"Just as it should be." Said Megan.

Anne asked. "Does that mean he will receive 20 strokes for each of his 14 demerits? 

"Normally that would be correct." Mrs. Baxter continued. "However, to be fair, these infractions have occurred over a two week period. Actually some occurred even prior to that. Since we were unable to meet last week, I decided that the 10 demerit rule would be doubled, therefore the 20 strokes per demerit will not occur until he gets 20 or more demerits.

Jessica had rolled a TV and DVD player into the room.

"Ladies, it is time for some home movies." Mrs. Baxter said.

Jessica pressed the play button on the DVD player. A moment later the screen came to life and showed me lying on my bed in my apartment. I had my hand around my cock and was stroking it with long slow strokes. As I approached my orgasm the strokes became faster until I erupted in a massive stream all over my stomach. It had occurred after the episode with Anne and Megan by the pool.

"Wow" Anne said. "I want some of that." 

The ladies were cheering and applauding to the scene that was being shown on the screen. Three separate episodes of my masturbation were shown. Each ended with a massive eruption. The women were all worked up now. They were staring at me like a piece of meat. I didn't like the feeling.

"Dave" Mrs. Baxter said. "What is the house rule about masturbation?"

"Unauthorized masturbation is not allowed. I am supposed to be ready and able to serve any of the ladies on demand, so I am not to masturbate or even play with my penis unless told to do so." I said almost crying.

"And?" she continued.

"I am to lick up and swallow everything I shoot. Regardless of where it lands." I said.

"That is correct." She said. "Jessica, what do you suggest as punishment?"

"Hmmm," Jessica said. "I think a week with Kali would be sufficient" "I also would assign 3 demerits for his failure to report his behavior and three additional demerits for failure to consume his mess." 

"OK, Dave. Do you have anything to say?" Mrs. Baxter asked. 

I simply shook my head no.

"That's one week wearing my Kali's teeth chastity belt and 6 demerits." Mrs. Baxter said. "Kali will be applied after the meeting and remain on until next Thursday's meeting. Unfortunately for you, the 6 demerits brings you to 20 for the evening, so each demerit now is worth 20 swats.

Kali's teeth was a clam shell design chastity device which locked around the shaft of the penis. The original design was made out of metal and was heavy and cumbersome. The device that Mrs. Baxter owned was made from plastic. It was light weight but was still not a device you would want to wear for extended periods of time. It was applied by wrapping the device around the penis when the penis is soft. Adjustable plastic points were then screwed into the plastic housing until they made contact with the penis. Whenever the penis tries to become erect, the points would push into the penis causing discomfort. The devise could be quite painful when the points were tightened to extreme.

"If no one else has anything," Mrs. Baxter said. "I have one final video to show you. The incident occurred this afternoon. Jessica would you play the video?"

The DVD started again and the screen came to life. It showed me cleaning the upstairs windows and I knew where this was going. I looked over at Samantha and Lucy. They were watching the screen without a clue as to what was about to happen. The video continued and you could tell that I was watching something going on outside. After a few minutes they could see me unzip my zipper and pull out my cock. It was already semi-hard, and once I started stroking, it stood straight out and was hard as a rock. I'm not sure if Mrs. Baxter even knew what I was masturbating to. She only knew that it was another unapproved masturbation. I shot into my hand and wiped my hand on the paper towels I was using to clean the window. Putting my cock away, the screen went blank.

"Let's make that a month in chastity" Jessica said. "He needs to learn a lesson."

"Wait a minute Jessica" her mother said. "I want to know what Dave was watching that made him so aroused."

The other shoe fell. I knew I was toast. I was sure this explanation was going to be painful, and probably humiliating, and not just for me."

"Ah" I began. "I was looking over at the Tri Sig house. The second floor window was open and the curtains were drawn back. Two of the sisters were... ah... having sex with each other. They were rubbing each other and kissing and, well, I think you can get the picture." 

Samantha and Lucy had turned beet red. I was sure they knew it was them who I saw in the window. They were looking around the room, to see if anyone else had figured out. I purposely did not reveal their identity to try and protect their modesty. Jessica wouldn't let it go.

"What exactly did you see?" She demanded. "Who were they? Did they see you?"

I recalled all I could remember about the incident. I told her that I could see well enough to recognize two of them, but I couldn't see the face of the third woman that was involved. I did remember that she was kind of tall though. I looked over at Megan and could see that she was now blushing a little. I put two and two together. It equaled four.

"Who were they?" Jessica demanded.

I hesitated as long as I could. Jessica was staring me down and most of the other women were on the edge of their seats. These women appreciated gossip, especially when it was true. I looked over at Samantha and Lucy. They had actually stood up for me earlier tonight. It broke my heart to disclose their identity.

"ASSHOLE" Samantha yelled. "You fucking pervert. How dare you spy on me? I can guarantee you will pay."

Samantha and Lucy were clearly embarrassed by the situation.

Samantha continued. "Mrs. Baxter. I think you should know something else. When Dave was helping us move the sofa he came up with the idea of using the back door to bring it in the house. I thought it was a good idea at the time but now realize that he only wanted an opportunity to see my sisters sunbathing in the back yard. There were several of my sorority sisters out there. Two were topless and one was nude. He immediately got an erection but made me promise not to tell anyone. I understand why now."

Most of this was a lie, and I suspected that Samantha was trying to get back at me. I didn't really blame her, but still, I didn't need anyone else helping me get into trouble. I had done a good enough job of that on my own. Mrs. Baxter was trying to diffuse the embarrassment that Samantha and Lucy must be feeling.

"Ladies," it was Mrs. Baxter who was speaking. "I think you will all agree that we all have our little secrets. I am sure none of us would want some of our family and friends to know what goes on behind closed doors. Some are more open about our lifestyle, others must keep a little lower key because of positions they hold in the community. I think it is safe to say that it is in the best interest of everyone that what happens or is discussed here, stays here. It's like visiting Las Vegas!"

Everyone laughed and a tense moment was diffused. Mrs. Baxter was able to threaten everyone into silence without them even realizing what she had done.

"Now" she continued. "What Dave did is inexcusable and we need to figure out an appropriate punishment for him."

"I'd like to expose him to the world. Let him know what it feels like to be on exhibit to total strangers." She said. 

"Well Samantha" Mrs. Baxter continued, "I think he already can appreciate that seeing that he is standing here naked in front of a room full of women. However, I do understand your reasoning."

"How about making him suck off some other guy in front of us?" Lucy suggested.

"No." Mrs. Baxter said. "Forced homosexuality is something that I cannot condone. I have no problem with consensual male-on-male play. It is even enjoyable to watch every now and again but forcing a guy to suck someone off or take it up the ass is one thing I won't subject one of my servants to do."

She continued, "I wouldn't rule out him sucking on a strap-on though. Especially a huge one that makes him choke. When he gets it wet enough, he can even take it up his ass until he squeals like a pig."

"Yea, and do it in front of a room full of horny women" Samantha added. I've got a bunch of friends who would love to see that, and my sorority, I'm sure they would enjoy it too."

"OK. That's one suggestion." Mrs. Baxter continued. "Anyone else come up with anything?"

"I just want to beat his ass" Jessica said.

"Yea" Megan added.

Anne said. "Make him do all his work around the house naked. He will never know who might be coming to visit, or who might see him through the window. We can keep all the drapes open to improve visibility, and Samantha can spread the word to the other sororities."

"I like it" Mrs. Baxter said. "How interesting. Anyone else?"

No one made a sound. They were all curious of what Mrs. Baxter would do.

"Dave, I think you have been a very bad boy" she said. "I intentionally set you up with some situations that would cause you to fail and earn a spanking tonight, but I had no idea that you would make it so easy. What you did this afternoon was of your own doing, and I am afraid it will cost you dearly." 

She continued. "You have earned 3 demerits for watching the sorority girls sunbathing in their back yard. You've also earned another 3 for not reporting it, and an additional 3 for asking Samantha to keep it quiet. You have earned two for getting an erection in front of Samantha and Lucy, and an additional two for not reporting those."

"That's what I'm talking." Jessica said.

Mrs. Baxter continued. "I am also rescinding the merit coin I bestowed upon you because you definitely had an alternative motive for helping the girls. That makes 14 additional demerits, or a total of 34. I think I will add 1 more for not reporting your masturbation this afternoon. That makes it a total of 35." 

"Now, for being a peeping Tom" Mrs. Baxter said. "And for causing Samantha and Lucy such extreme embarrassment in front of their friends, you are sentenced to 30 days of nudity. You will wear nothing except for a locking collar around your neck and shoes on your feet. Shoes will have a minimum of a 4" heal. You will shave all hair from your body from the neck down and you will keep it shaved for the duration of your sentence."

"Furthermore, you know unauthorized erections are prohibited. Each of the girls will be issued a penis whip. It is a small flogger that can be used to control a naughty penis without causing permanent damage. Each time someone sees you with an erection, your penis will be whipped until the erection is gone. Be sure to record each incident in your book."

She told me the only time I would be allowed to leave the grounds was for activities approved by her. During those activities I would wear the remote control chastity device. Under my clothes I would have on my punishment uniform. 

As for my demerits, she said that I would receive 20 strokes from each lady present tonight and at dinner each night until I had received my 700 strokes. This would be in addition to any other punishments I had received that day. Each woman would decide how her punishment would be performed. I was to count each stroke, thank each lady for taking the time to discipline me, and remain still throughout each punishment. Additional strokes would be added whenever I failed to comply.

"There are eight of us here tonight." Mrs. Baxter said. "That's 160 strokes. When we're done you'll only have 540 left to go. Who wants to go first?"

Samantha raised her hand. She chose the paddle and had me bend over the back of a chair with my hands firmly placed on the seat.

"I thought you were different, Dave." She said. "Not like those other assholes on campus. I thought you and I could maybe..."

She stopped speaking as I felt the impact of the first stroke. I guess she had a little experience with the paddle from all the pledge initiations she had participated in. Her blow landed dead center on the fleshy part of my butt. 

"One, thank you Miss Samantha. I am sorry for watching you through the window." I said. Two, thank you..., three..."

And so it went on until I reached 20. My butt was red and I had tears in my eyes. The tears were not just from the pain of my paddling, they were also from the embarrassment I caused Samantha.

Lucy was next. She chose a riding crop. She had me bend over and grab my ankles. She swung as hard as Samantha but aimed for the crease between my upper thigh and butt. That is a very sensitive area. By the time she was done, I was crying like a baby. This didn't deter the ladies one bit. Megan was next to volunteer.

Before she started she whispered in my ear.

"You know I was the third girl you saw this afternoon. This is only the beginning of how you will be paying for your curiosity. I can't wait 'til I get you alone with my collection. By the time I am through with your ass, you will be begging me to fuck you every day!"

With those words I was back over the chair and she was beating me with the paddle. Because of her training she was able to swing harder than most of the other women there. Only Hilda's paddling could compare to the force of her impacts. By 10 strokes I was crying so much that I couldn't count. By 20 I had stood up and tried to cover my butt with my hands. I was in extreme pain.

"That will not do at all" Megan said. "Dave, I want you to bend over this desk and extend your arms in front of you palms up. Hilda. Please sit on his forearms. That's right. Good. I bet he doesn't cover up now. OK, where was I, that's right. Here comes number 1."

Megan repeated each of her 20 strokes. The position I was in was extremely uncomfortable, especially with Hilda sitting on my arms. Hilda was next. She chose her flogger and had me kneel with my arms outstretched and my forehead touching the floor. She concentrated on my back, which at least gave my butt a rest.

Anne followed Hilda. She picked up the paddle but then put it down and selected the riding crop. The welts she created crossed the ones created by Lucy. My butt looked like a steak that had just come off the grill.

The ladies took a break. Some had to pee, others had another glass of wine. None wanted to miss one stroke of the punishment. When all had returned Dr. Rosewood selected the paddle.

"I haven't held one of these since my college days." She said. "Dave, please lie on your back."

I lay on the floor on my back. She grabbed my legs and lifted them until they were doubled back over my shoulders. My ass was lifted off the ground and sticking up in the air. My thighs were stretched tight and I knew any impact to them would hurt twice as much due to the stretching. Megan sat on my legs and her ass was positioned over my face. As she put more and more weight on my legs she ended up sitting on me, her asshole covering my mouth."




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 05



"Megan" Dr. Rosewood said. "I don't think he will be able to count this time. Therefore you will need to count for him. Dave, each time you feel the paddle strike your butt, you are to penetrate Megan's asshole as far as you can. You are to leave it there until she counts and then you may withdraw it. If she doesn't feel you penetrated her adequately, she will not count the stroke and it will be repeated. Now here comes number 1."

I felt the stroke on my ass. It hurt and I immediately pushed my tongue up into Megan's butthole. She pushed back to meet my tongue and gave a little sigh as if she enjoyed the sensation. 

"One" she said.

The paddling continued. Megan "forgot to count" four or five times during the paddling just to extend the pleasure she was feeling with my tongue up her ass. Finally it was over and she got off my legs. They hurt from the continuous stretch and my ass was now past red and approaching a crimson color. I knew I would be bruised for days, and a similar episode was scheduled for tomorrow.

Jessica was next. She headed for the corner and selected a cane from the bucket she found there. I had never been caned before but had read stories about caning on the internet. I feared that the caning would make my other punishments feel like child's play. I braced for the worst. 

The sound of the cane swishing threw the air was as bad as he actual impact. By the time Jessica was done there were 6 distinct welts on my butt, 6 on my upper thigh, 6 on my lower thigh and 2 crossing the ones lining my butt. Fortunately I did not earn any extra.

Mrs. Baxter was last to go. She chose a hairbrush and positioned me over her lap. My penis was trapped between her thighs and she clamped down on it so every movement she made rubbed it. While her strokes were not as painful as some of the others I had received, her administration of them on top of what the other ladies had administered caused me to cry once more. The added humiliation of being placed across her knee like a schoolboy further contributed to my punishment. When she was done and I stood, I realized that the friction between her legs and my penis had caused an erection. She shook her head and grabbed a ruler which she applied to my cock until it was again flaccid."

"Ladies." She said. "I believe that concludes our activities for tonight." Dave, I want you to go to your room and shave. Come back here when you are done and I will inspect your work. I will have Kali ready for you be then. I am sure you two will get well acquainted by the time the week is over."

Chapter 13 A week with Mrs. Baxter

I was miserable that weekend. Usually I had weekends off. I had finished my daily assignments by 1 pm on Saturday. I was naked, except for the collar around my neck, the shoes with 4" heels that were locked on my feet, and the Kali's bracelet that was secured to my penis. Mrs. Baxter had inspected my body shave and assisted with shaving my back and buttocks. I now was completely shaven from my neck to my feet and that alone made me self-conscious about walking around without the benefit of clothing.

Every time I walked outside to the patio or passed a window facing the street I would glance out to see if anyone was passing by. Usually there weren't, but I also had to worry about the sorority house across the street. Were they sneaking peeks from their windows? Were they taking pictures of me with their cell phones or digital cameras? Was someone coming up our sidewalk to visit Mrs. Baxter or the girls? Anne was right, the idea of not knowing who or when someone might stop by was nerve racking.

The girls teased me all that day and again on Sunday. I was required to do errands for them like bringing them drinks and snacks, rub suntan lotion on them, fetch towels and even dry them off when they got out of the pool. The constant teasing and interaction made my cock want to swell, but Kali immediately took care of that. I hoped the points had not penetrated the skin and that I was not bleeding down there. I didn't see any blood so I assumed there was no permanent damage, at least not yet.

Anne asked Mrs. Baxter if she could use me Saturday night. Mrs. Baxter agreed but said the Kali's teeth must stay on. I arrived at Anne's room about 7 pm. She was dressed in a satin negligee that didn't hide much, not that there was much I hadn't already seen. I liked Anne a lot. She was so ladylike. She dressed professionally and presented herself as a confident, business woman. She was smart and pretty and I knew she would be a successful lawyer when she left school.

In the bedroom Anne was a different person. She was demanding and insatiable. Since my cock was locked up and unavailable to her, she attacked my tongue. We kissed for a long time with her tongue penetrating my throat like a lizard catching flies. She pushed me onto my back on her bed and mounted my face. I licked her fabulous pussy for what seemed like hours. I sucked it, nibbled on it and licked it from end to end until she was screaming in ecstasy. 

About 8:30 she got up to take a pee. As I waited for her to return, I realized the price my cock was paying. It was throbbing in pain from the chastity device I wore. I felt the pain while servicing Anne, but the distraction of her body made it bearable. Now, with her gone, the pain was agonizing. I was holding my penis in my hand hoping that it would somehow reduce the pain. It didn't. Finally as my penis began to retract, the pain subsided to a bearable level. Anne returned to the bedroom. She smiled at me before mounting my face. She wanted her ass licked now.

Anne probably weighed about 130 lbs. After all of the ass that had sat on my face over the past few weeks I was able to manage her weight easily. I licked her for a while causing her to squirm. I guessed that this was the first time that anyone had tongued her other hole. Finally she settled over my tongue and I pressed hard. I guess she wasn't expecting it as she gave out a little scream as I goosed her. She settled again and my tongue penetrated her.

"Oh, that feels so good." She said. "If I had known it felt like this I would have been sitting on your face hours ago. God. I think I'm going to... ah... Jesus..."

She exploded. Her love dribbled down my face she rubbed her ass across it. It seemed to last forever and I had trouble catching my breath as she nearly smothered me. Finally it subsided and she regained her composure.

"I can't wait until you get that thing off your cock." She said. "I want all of that meat inside of me as well. It has been so long since I've had a good fuck. Those college guys that are always hitting on me are just assholes, and the guys I work with at the law office...they're arrogant as hell. I need someone who will do as there told. Give themselves up for my pleasure and not worry about their own."

She continued as she repositioned to give me access to her pussy. "I can't wait until I can find my own boy-toy. I think I'll make him my slave. Just something I can use when I need it. Something that I can own until I get tired of it and then throw away, maybe even sell. Then I'll find a new one. Until then I guess I'll just have to share you with the others."

Monday I got back to my normal routine. Mrs. Baxter would be conducting my training this week and she had scheduled it from 7-11 pm each day. I completed my daily assignments paying careful attention to keep from earning any demerits. Kali kept my erections in check so I didn't have to worry about the penis whip, at least for this week. It was amazing how self-conscious I was every time I bent over. All of the girls had now seen me naked on numerous occasions, but every time one would see me bent over it was like it was happening for the first time. I got through my Monday's chores without incident and reported to Mrs. Baxter's bedroom a t 7 pm.

"Tonight we will start teaching you some of the more personal duties of being a maid." She said. "These will include things like drawing a bath, performing manicures and pedicures, and giving back and foot massages. I might even have you shampoo and brush my hair for me. I will enlist some of the other girls to serve as models for you, so I expect you will perform all of these things for each of us. I think Hilda also deserves a little pampering so I will include her as well. Let's retire to the bathroom. I think I'll begin with a nice hot bath."

And so the third week of my training began. I drew Mrs. Baxter's bath, making sure the temperature was perfect and the proper amount of soap was added to the water. I scrubbed her back and feet and anywhere else that she indicated. Once done, I dried her of and applied moisturizing cream, rubbing it into her skin as directed. When I had finished I was instructed to perform the same for Jessica and then report back to her in her bedroom.

Jessica brought me back to her mother's room about 9 pm. Mrs. Baxter asked me how I was doing with Kali and I told her we had become well acquainted with each other. Both women laughed. Mrs. Baxter told me that I was about to experience another new sensation and produced a slender cone shaped object. She told me that this was a butt plug and that I would be wearing one for the rest of the week. She said she would give me an enema to clean me out and then insert the plug into my asshole.

We went into the bathroom and I bent over the tub while she inserted the enema tube and opened the valve. She said this was a two quart enema and that I better learn to hold it all. She said she had other enema bags including one that held 4 quarts but those were typically used for punishment. This one was just to clean me out. I had to hold the enema for 15 minutes before evacuating. At least she left me alone to shit in private. Following the enema I got cleaned up and returned to her bedroom.

"This is one of my smaller butt plugs" she said. "Since you had the ball attached to your chastity device up your ass for a week, I think you should be able to take this. It is only slightly bigger than the ball. She lubed up a finger and stuck it in my ass. She twirled it around a few times inspecting my insides. She gave the lube to Jessica and told her to lube two fingers. 

"When I remove my finger, stick both of yours up his ass. You can move them around in there and explore a little. Stretch him out some, but not too much. I want to see his face as I force this plug into him. It's not as fun if he is too stretched out and he doesn't wince a little."

When they were satisfied that I was ready they lubed the butt plug and slid it into place. First Mrs. Baxter inserted it in and out several times and then Jessica imitated her mother's actions. Jessica finally left it in place and I was told to kneel at their feet.

"You are to keep that plug in your ass until I remove it tomorrow night." Mrs. Baxter said. "If you feel it slipping you can push it back in. If it falls out, you will need to have one of the girls insert it for you. It will cost you a demerit if you let it slip out so be sure to record it in your book. See me if you need to use the bathroom. I will remove it and reinsert it when you are done. Now, give each of us a nice foot massage and don't stop until we tell you."

About 11 pm Mrs. Baxter allowed me to return to my room. When I got there Hilda was waiting for me.

"It's been a while since you treated me to your tongue." She said. "I think tonight would be a good time for you to service me."

I got between her legs and started licking. She threw her massive legs over my shoulders and squeezed, trapping my head between her thighs. She grabbed the only hair I had left on my body and pulled me to her. She was directing me to lick and suck her massive cunt.

"You really turned me on today" she said. "Watching you work in the nude made me want to fuck you time and time again. Too bad Kali has your cock occupied or I'd be sitting on it right now."

She was really working me over, nearing her orgasm when it happened, my butt plug slipped out of my anus. There was nothing I could do about it so I continued my service of Hilda. When I was done I asked Hilda.

"Miss Hilda, while I was serving you my butt plug fell out, would you please reinsert it for me? Mrs. Baxter said I was not allowed to reinsert it myself."

Hilda looked at me and smiled. I knew this was not good for me.

"Sure" she said, "go in the bathroom and clean it up for me. I don't want to get any of you ass juice on me."

When I returned, Hilda was sitting in a chair in my bedroom. She patted her lap indicating I should lie across it. She had put on gloves and I handed her the plug. She took a finger and pushed it into my rectum. It hurt. She hadn't used any lube and the previous lube had dried long ago. After she worked her finger around for a while she added a second finger and repeated the process. Her fingers were larger than Jessica's and I felt my asshole being stretched. Finally a third finger was added.

"I don't have any lube so I need to make sure you are really stretched out back here" she said. 

She finished and pulled her fingers out, replacing them with the plug. She told me that she would be happy to repeat the process whenever I needed, but it would cost me.

"I have a collection of dildos too, and they haven't been used since Marie left." She said.

I knew what she was implying.

Tuesday went similar to Monday. My session with Mrs. Baxter involved manicures and pedicures. I gave each of the women both that night after practicing on myself over and over again. By 10 pm I was done. Mrs. Baxter said she had my enema ready and to report to her bathroom. She removed my plug and administered the enema. 30 minutes later I emerged from her bathroom with my ass clean and ready for use. 

She and Jessica used their fingers to stretch me some more and then inserted the nest sized butt plug. I guessed it was 1.75" in diameter. It slid in easily after being lubricated.

"This won't do" Mrs. Baxter said. "Get me the 2" stainless plug. I think he is almost ready for the next step."

The plug was a stainless steel egg shaped ball on a narrow shaft. It had a slight curve and a handle that fit between my ass cheeks. The business end was 2" in diameter and it took a little pressure to push it past my anal opening. Mrs. Baxter repeated the insertion several times before she was satisfied with the fit. Jessica pushed it home at least 6 times before declaring it secure. It was actually fairly comfortable once inserted, but the bulb passing through the anal opening hurt each time it was inserted. My asshole burned by the time I was sent back to my room.

By Wednesday all of my demerits from the previous week had been paid in full. I had endured a spanking of at least 100 strokes each day and my ass was sore and bruised. It hurt to sit, especially with the new butt plug in place. Wednesday night I reported to Mrs. Baxter. Tonight I would learn to do her hair and perform a sensuous massage. 

"By the time you are done tonight," she said. "You will have been taught all of the basic requirements of being a maid. "It will be up to you to practice your skills and perform them properly. You will have to perform all of the skills you have learned at the request of any of the girls. I'm afraid they might keep you very busy over the summer. It will be even worse for you if the girls who move in in this fall choose to use you also."

I had finished shampooing and brushing the hair of Mrs. Baxter and Jessica. Next were the back massages which took until 10 pm to complete. I was sent for my evening enema and when I returned Mrs. Baxter had a package for me. It contained my own 2 quart enema kit with various nozzles.

"You are to perform an enema on yourself daily." Mrs. Baxter said. "You will be subject to inspection by any of the girls at any time. Failure of inspection will earn demerits. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied.

"Now, lay over the end of my bed." She said. "And spread your legs."

I was afraid I was going to receive another paddling, which I was sure my bottom couldn't take. I spread my legs and bent over. I heard someone behind me fidgeting. I wasn't sure what was going on until Mrs. Baxter stepped into view. Around her waist was a strap-on dildo that appeared to be the size of my 8"+ cock. Behind her was Jessica with an identical pecker.

"It is said" Mrs. Baxter began. "That a woman never really owns a man until she has fucked his ass. Tonight, you will learn the meaning of those words. You will learn the meaning of penetration. It will be painful I am sure, especially with your cock restrained as it is. Many men eventually learn to like this and get an erection when a woman takes him. I'm afraid there won't be any erections for you as long as Kali is around."

"And while Mom is impaling you from one end" Jessica continued. "I'll be having at it from the other. I intend to make you deep throat my cock until you can take it without gagging. You will suck cock tonight until you can do it as well as me. And you know, I'm an expert."

Jessica thrust her cock into my mouth. I coughed and choked until she withdrew a little. She told me to swallow as she inserted it which helped to keep me from choking. She rammed it in and out until I was able to take the whole length. Then she pulled out and had me lick the bottom of the shaft and then the balls.

"Does it taste good?" she asked. "I masturbated with it for over an hour today. I would have loved to use your real cock, but it wasn't available. "Maybe tomorrow."

Her comments made my cock want to swell but they couldn't with the Kali's bracelet secured around it. Mrs. Baxter had lubricated her cock and was now ramming it home in my ass. It was about the same diameter as the butt plug I had been wearing since last night but was considerably longer. 

The friction between her shaft and my anus was both stimulating and painful. I was learning to associate the two feelings. If this continued, I was afraid that I would no longer be able to get aroused unless it was associated with pain. That thought scared me.

It was approaching 11 pm and the women had been going at it for nearly an hour. I thought the ordeal would soon be over.

"Want to switch now Jessica" her mother said. "Sure, I want to bury this cock in his ass, but let me get a condom first."

Mrs. Baxter was removing the condom she had placed on her cock. Hers was going to go in my mouth now and I was glad I wouldn't have to taste my own ass. She thrust differently than Jessica but soon I got into rhythm with her. Jessica pounded my ass. Her strokes were hard and fast and soon I was trying to cry out in pain. I figured I'd be wearing diapers in the morning.

They didn't stop until after 2 am. They exchanged their cocks for a larger one and it was then that I noticed that there was another cock attached to the harness pointing into their cunts. With each thrust into my ass, they were also impaling themselves on their own cock. No wonder they thrust so hard. They each took a turn with my mouth and ass before declaring me broken. I now officially belonged to them.

I had mixed emotions when I woke up Thursday. My ass hurt. It was a burning feeling, but it also felt empty. Today was window day and I would be cleaning them in the nude. I would have to intentionally expose my naked body to the outside world. Tonight was also meeting night. I knew I had earned a few demerits, but I felt it wouldn't be nearly as severe as the previous week.

I was doing the windows on the second floor when I looked out to see half a dozen of the sisters from Tri Sig sittingn chairs on their front lawn. Some had binoculars, others had cameras or cell phones. I knew what their target was. I continued my work and by the time I was done on the second floor there were a dozen women on the lawn across the street.




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 05



I still had the first floor to do. The windows downstairs were larger to allow more sunlight in. It would take longer to clean them and the view into the house would be better. As I went downstairs I saw what was happening. The sisters were actually stopping people who were walking down the sidewalk and inviting them to watch the show. By the time I was finished there were over 25 women watching. Most were college aged. Some were older and probably lived in the area.

When I was done I headed to the back of the house. I still had the windows to do back there. After a few minutes I heard the doorbell ring. I knew I had to answer it. Putting my cleaning supplies down, I went to the door.

"Hi, I'm Mrs. Saunders" the lady said not able to take her eyes off my pelvis. "Is Ruth home? I'd like to speak to her if she's available. I live next door but don't think we've met."

"No Ma'am" I replied. "My name is David and I have taken Marie's place as the mai... butler. Mrs. Baxter is in the library, I'll show you in."

She followed me to the library. She was an older lady. Not bad looking but a few extra pounds around the middle. She wore glasses and couldn't take her eyes off my butt. 

"Excuse me" she said as I opened the door to the library. "What is that thing on your... your... penis?"

"It's a Kali's teeth chastity belt." I replied. "I have to wear it this week as punishment for masturbating without permission. Mrs. Baxter is in here."

Mrs. Baxter and Mrs. Saunders talked for a while. I had to fetch them some lemonade. When I returned they ended their conversation with a giggle, then resumed after I left. I knew they were talking about me.

The meeting that night was more manageable. I was able to remove the Kali's teeth and saw the numerous indentations it had caused. My cock was red and sore, but didn't look to be damaged. There were no guests present, just the girls, Mrs. Baxter and Hilda. I confessed the three episodes that my butt plug fell out and had to be reinserted and two other incidents where I had to repeat my daily assignments.

"Five demerits" Mrs. Baxter said. That is much better than last week. I think we can take care of those tonight. Remember, you also have to report to Megan on Monday to start your inspection of her dildo collection."

With that my cock started to rise. I tried to will it down but it wouldn't go. Being naked there was no way to hide what was happening. All the women were looking on. In a matter of a few seconds I was rock hard, probably the result of no sex for the past week.

"Megan" Mrs. Baxter said. "I think he likes the thought of inspecting your dildos. However, this is an unauthorized erection so get your penis whips ladies, help Dave be respectful; and Dave, that's 5 demerits, one for each of us."

That brought my weekly total to 10 and earned me 200 swats. 100 were administered that night and the remainder were administered on Friday.

Chapter 14 The Summer Class begins

The weekend went similar to the previous weekend. The only exception was that without the Kali's bracelet, my cock would get hard several times a day. Hilda offered to help me out Saturday night. By then I had already earned 3 demerits and penis whippings. Hilda's solution to keep me from having constant erections was to fuck me all night long. Most of the time she rode my cock, others were more of the standard male on top conventional sex. Once, she even let me fuck her ass. 

I really let her have it in the ass, pumping her good for over 15 minutes. I exploded a huge load in her rectum. When done I was totally limp and exhausted.

"Dave" she was smiling. "You know you have to lick up your mess regardless of where it lands. Time to get busy."

I knew she must have had a reason for allowing me to do her in the ass. Sure, she seemed to enjoy it, but she also enjoyed my cleaning her afterwards. She had me start with her cunt. I had deposited several loads there. I was use to eating my own jism so that part didn't bother me a lot. Her ass was full of my semen as well as some of her own ass juice. It was disgusting and I nearly puked by the time I was done. It was nearly 4 am when I finished and Hilda wanted to snuggle for the rest of the night. I was trapped between her mammoth tits so I lay there and thought of all that had happened.

Sunday was uneventful. Hilda's plan had worked and I didn't receive any additional demerits. Jessica used my on Sunday night. I was still a little spent but able to bring her to several orgasms. She rode my cock for what seemed like hours and I ate her out until she screamed. I was afraid that she would wake up her mother and I would have to pay for that also.

Monday and Tuesday were uneventful. I did my assignments without problem and was still able to control my cock. Monday I started getting acquainted with Megan's toys. She started with her smallest dildos which I easily took both orally and anally. She was impressed and immediately moved on to something a little longer. Mrs. Baxter's training the previous week helped. 

I realized Mrs. Baxter had a reason for delaying my training with Megan. She wanted to prepare me herself in a more controlled environment. I think she was afraid Megan would get carried away and do something unsafe. I appreciated Mrs. Baxter more every day. By the end of day on Tuesday I had used over half of Megan's dildos. Their size were now equal to those that Mrs. Baxter had used. I was about to enter "Virgin Territory" once again

Wednesday was June 1st. I was to start my summer class today. I had on my punishment uniform which consisted of black thong panties, my collar and shoes with 6" heels. I also had on my remote control chastity device complete with the penis plug and anal ball. The ball that was inserted into my ass was larger than the one that had been inserted previously. As I prepared to leave the house for class, Mrs. Baxter stopped me. She unlocked my shoes and told me to put on something more appropriate. She hugged me and reminded me to be careful of her sister.

"You know how cruel she can be." She said.

Class started at 8 am. There were 15 students. All were female except for me and one other. It was Jim, my former roommate. It was good to see him and we talked a little until Prof. Williams entered the room.

"It's good to see everyone here this morning" she said. "This is Business 434, an internship in business practices. It is worth a total of 8 credit hours. Six of those will be based on your performance at your assigned business. Two will be based upon the paper you will need to turn in at the end of the class. You will also turn in progress reports at the beginning of July and the beginning of August. The class will end August 30th which will give you a week until fall classes begin."

This all sounded pretty good to me. Eight credit hours meant that I could reduce my course load to 12 hours for both the fall and spring semesters. I would still qualify as a full time student, but I would have a lot more free time available.

Mrs. Baxter continued explaining the course. "I have prepared a folder for each of you. You can schedule your progress reports with me directly so there will be no formal classes after today. This is an independent learning program. You should be honored to be included as it is by invitation only. I will also be visiting with your site supervisors regularly help keep you on track. You will be paid minimum wage while performing your internship and will be expected to work at least 20 hours per week. Are there any questions?"

She handed out the folders. I walked with Jim out to the parking lot. He was a little hesitant to answer questions about what he had been up to since classes let out, but we joked and talked about our adventures over the past two years. We opened our packets. Mine said to report to 9116 Peppermint Springs Ave. and speak with Claire Winslow who was the owner of the business. Jim was to report to 4799 New Hope Way and speak with Stephanie Charles. Neither address looked familiar to us. We did think it unusual that the names of the businesses were not included. The folder also included the topic of our final paper. "Discuss the challenges that women face competing with men in today's society." Things were beginning to make sense to me but I wasn't sure where Jim fit in. 

We looked at each other, both confused. We didn't say anything, just said our goodbyes and headed off to our respective addresses. I had never heard of Peppermint Springs Ave. I used my phone to google it It was across town in one of the upscale shopping centers. It took me about 30 minutes to get there. It was a little after 9 am. I read the sign above the door. It read Boutique le Femme. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. I walked in and was greeted by a beautiful young woman who was about my age. It was Samantha and this was where she worked.

"Ah, hi Samantha." I said. "How have you been?"

She gave me an icy stare. It was obvious that she had not forgotten or forgiven me for my voyeurism.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "And I think Miss Stevens is more appropriate."

"I'm here to see Ms. Clare Winslow." I replied. "I'm supposed to do an internship here this summer for a class I'm taking. Prof. Williams set it up."

"I'm Mrs. Winslow." A dark haired older woman said as she approached me and Samantha. "My guess is you're Dave Robinson and Edna Williams sent you here. It's good to meet you. I see you already know Sam. Let's go into my office to talk for a bit then I will introduce you to the other employees."

The Boutique was in a two story building. The first floor was filled with clothing as you would expect to see in a Boutique. There was everything from casual attire to formal evening wear. I saw short dresses, long gowns, business attire and everything in between. There was even an area for footwear. It was definitely your one stop shop for the professional woman on the go. It was quite a large shop. The fitting area was not your typical cubical with a curtain that could be drawn to cover the door. There was a lounge with comfortable chairs and two sofas that could be used for patrons to wait while their shopping partners tried on their outfits.

Off of the lounge area were six individual dressing rooms, and to the left of the lounge area was the checkout area. It was obvious that the women who shopped here didn't stand in line to pay for their purchases. The staff waited on them hand and foot. There were several women in the lounge as I passed by. They were drinking coffee and gossiping and paid no attention to me.

I followed Mrs. Winslow up the stairs. At the top we turned towards the back of the store to what was apparently the administrative offices. There were several private offices, some cubicles which were set up as work areas and a conference room that could hold a dozen people. Towards the front of the store were some more dressing areas and smaller showrooms that lined both sides of the hallway.

We entered Ms. Winslow's office and she took a seat behind a large Mahogany desk. There were a couple of straight chairs facing the desk and I stood by them waiting to be invited to sit down.

"Edna told me about how polite you are" she began. "Please, sit down. Would you like coffee or something to drink?"

"No thank you" I said. "Ma'am, I'm a little confused as to why Prof. Williams sent me here to serve as an intern. I don't know anything about fashion."

Mrs. Winslow said. "Let me explain a little about my operation. I have customers who drive hundreds of miles to shop here. Do you know why that is, Dave? It's not because of the clothes I sell. Most of my wares can be bought in any Boutique across the country. I do have a few private labels that I sell that are exclusive, but most of what I offer is not something that is unique to this shop. The reason people come here is service. I cater to their needs, their wants and their desires. That is why my customers are loyal to me. They pay a premium price and expect premium service."

"That is a little unusual in today's business world.' I replied. "Your overhead must be incredible. Businesses today are trying to cut corners. The internet has made shopping so convenient that people don't go out shopping and everyone is looking for the best price. It's amazing that you can compete."

"That's a man's attitude." She said. "And maybe that's why Edna sent you here to me. She wants you to understand that there are other ways to be successful in today's society. You, as a man, are looking to cut costs and maximize profits while maintaining low costs. I, as a woman, am trying to maximize profits by providing service at any cost. I'm not selling clothing her. I'm pampering the customer. Giving them what they want and need, or at least think they need."

She continued. "My profit margin is three times that of the big box or chain stores. I don't try to compete with them because they can't provide what I provide. Service. If one of my customer's needs an evening gown for a party tonight, she can come here and purchase one. If it doesn't fit just right, I'll have it altered and delivered to her doorstep. If she decides tomorrow that she doesn't like it for whatever reason, she can return it for a full refund. It almost never happens, but my customers know that I offer those services and are willing to pay a few dollars more for it." 

She explained that her customers were not the everyday housewives who shopped at the local shopping mall. Her customers were lawyers, doctors, politicians or their wives. They were women who expected to get what they want at any price. Money was secondary. Service was everything.

"I see what you mean." I said. "I understand the concept, and even understand how and why it works for you; but it isn't a business plan that would work for everyone."

"You are correct." she said. "But what business plan will work for everyone. Each individual must find their niche and exploit it. I was fortunate to have a financial backer who helped me get started when I finished college. I studied business and accounting and all the other BS that you are learning now; but my passion was fashion. I didn't get a degree in it, but I read everything I could, made some contacts and was able to open my own place." 

"That's an interesting way to look at it." I said. "You're right when you say that a lot of what is taught in college is BS. Sometimes I think the professors in college lack the experience of living what they are trying to teach. They talk of the theory, but have never applied it to the real world."

"That's what I like about Edna" she continued. "She teaches real world which is why I participate in her internship project. The lady that financed me is her sister. She's my silent partner now and gets 25% of the profits. She lets me run the business the way I want. She has made a lot of money from her investment, but she uses that money to help others get started so I really don't mind. It's like I am helping someone else get started too, and I like that."

"Ruth Baxter is your partner?" I asked.

Things were falling into place now. I could see that Ruth Baxter's influence was one again at work. Between her sister and friends she was controlling my life more and more. I understood what Jessica had told me several weeks earlier was true. She had said that her mother could destroy me any time she wanted, and now I believed her.

Mrs. Winslow explained that she hired highly capable people to staff her store. She said keeping good people motivated is one of the most challenging aspects of management. Empowering the employee is one way to improve motivation. That is why all of her regular employees were assigned responsibilities and made department heads. Amy is in charge of advertising and marketing and Beth takes care of the books and payroll; Cindy is the personnel manager and Denise is in charge of display; Dawn is charge of purchasing and finally there was Robin who is in charge of customer service. 

"All of these women are leaders and part of the management team." Mrs. Winslow said. "Part of their day is spent on the sales floor and the rest is spent managing their departments. They are more than sales associates. That is what keeps them motivated."

Mrs. Winslow had some part time employees as well. Most were college students who wanted to pick up extra money or take advantage of the huge employee discounts that Mrs. Winslow offered. In all, there were 6 additional girls, including Samantha and Lucy who worked part time and during the summer.

Mrs. Winslow said the intern program lasted for 12 weeks so she would assign me to each department head for a two week period. That way I would see all aspects of the business. She reminded me that manners were important and that all the women who shopped here were to be addressed as Madam or Ma'am. She indicated that she would like me to work every Tuesday and Friday and every other Saturday. 

"Ma'am" I said. "I think I understand why Prof. Williams assigned me here, but I really don't know anything about ladies apparel. I'm not sure how helpful I'll be on the sales floor."

"Since you will always be working with one of my other sales associates" she said. "That shouldn't be a problem. I am sure they will find ways that you can assist customers. You can also help by stocking shelves, straightening merchandise, and answering the phone."

"Very well Ma'am" I said. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"I'm sure there is" she said. "But it will all work itself out. Let's go meet the girls. I know you already know Sam." 

I was to report for work on Friday at 8 am. I arrived home about 5 pm and went to my room to take off my clothes. I reported to Hilda to serve dinner. I was again naked except for my collar and high heel shoes.

Mrs. Baxter wanted to know where I had been all day. I told her I had an orientation for my internship at the Boutique le Femme.

"Claire Winslow?" she asked, "you're doing your internship with Claire Winslow? How appropriate. Maybe you can learn something about fashion while you are there. That might earn you some brownie points with the girls here. They all shop at Claire's because I let them charge everything to my corporate account so they get a huge discount. Hmmm, how funny, working for Claire Winslow."

"Yes ma'am." I said. "She wants me there every Tuesday and Friday and every other Saturday so I will need to modify my daily routine to accommodate my school schedule."

"Very well.' She said. "Get with Hilda and come up with something that is workable. I'll review it when you're done." 

I went to the kitchen and had dinner with Hilda. We looked over my schedule and figured out a plan. My only free time would be on Sunday.

I had to report to Megan's room at 7pm for training. She was not alone when I arrived. Hilda and Mrs. Baxter were also there. Each had a dildo strapped around their waist. Each was larger than any I had taken before. I was bent over the end of the bed. Hilda was lying there holding her fake penis with both hands. 

"Come on big boy." She said. "Suck on my cock. Make me wet so I can fuck you with it."

It seemed like her cock kept going and going as I stuck it in my mouth and tried to deep throat it. I was choking as I felt the lubed end of Megan's dong touch my anus. She hadn't bothered to stretch me first. This was going to be a cold blooded rape of my asshole. 

"Go ahead Megan." Mrs. Baxter said. "Pretend its Lucy and ram it home."

Evidently Mrs. Baxter had put 2 and 2 together the other night and knew it was Megan who had been in the room with Samantha and Lucy. Megan didn't have to be told twice and with a violent thrust pushed her cock half way into my ass. She withdrew slightly then pushed again until it was all the way in. I could feel her balls against my asshole. The thrust forced me to impale my mouth on Hilda's cock. I was split in two. My mouth and ass were both full of cock, and a third one was waiting its turn.




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 05



Both women began ramming their monsters home. They pushed together so I could not escape the effect of their thrusts. It continued until Hilda grabbed my head and held me tight against her cock. She screamed as her orgasm rushed through her. Megan was not far behind as her orgasm hit minutes after Hilda's. She rammed it home until her orgasm was complete. Both women withdrew their instruments of destruction. I was hard as a rock.

The women switched positions. It was Hilda lined up behind me and Mrs. Baxter poised at my head. Megan watched.

"Take it bitch" Hilda was saying. "Take all 12" of my fake cock. It's longer and thicker than anything you got. If I had these women for a night and used this on them, they'd never want your little thing in them again. The only thing you would be good for is that tongue for cleanup and your ass for fucking."

It was after 11pm when they finished with me. 4 hours of fucking and sucking and both my asshole and tongue had suffered. Each of the women came multiple times. There were still several dildos left in Megan's collection that I hadn't experienced. They were about the same length as the monsters I took tonight, but their girth was bigger. I was sure my asshole would never recover once I had taken all Megan had to offer. 

Chapter 15 Work begins

I made through meeting night with minimal discomfort. I had a few demerits for unauthorized erections. I presented my new daily schedule and some of the women were upset that I would not have as much time to serve them. Mrs. Baxter reminded them that my school work came first. Mrs. Baxter also announced that her daughters would be visiting over the 4th of July holiday and would probably stay for about a week. They would occupy the unused 2nd floor suite and would double up as necessary while staying here. 

Friday was my first day at the Boutique. Amy was off that day taking a three day weekend. Mrs. Winslow and the five other department heads were there along with Samantha and Lucy. I showed up a few minutes early. I was assigned to Robin who was in charge of customer service. 

Robin was about 30. She was a little pudgy but cute enough. She wore glasses which hid some of the nicer features of her face. She wasn't wearing any rings so I assumed she was single. She was wearing a knee length skirt and white button up blouse. I could see her nipples start to liven up as she approached me.

"What's this?" she asked.

"I'll bet I know." said Samantha.

"Ah, it's my collar," I said.

"Yea," Samantha interjected. "Mrs. Baxter caught him spying on some of the girls and made him wear a punishment uniform under his regular clothes. You should see what else he has on."

The women all looked at me. Ms. Winslow demanded an explanation. I gave them a brief history of my situation and explained that Mrs. Baxter requires me to wear a punishment uniform whenever I leave the house. I have to wear it for another 3 weeks.

Ms. Winslow looked me over. She had me follow her back to the fitting area and the rest of the women followed her back.

"Take a seat ladies" she said. "This might be interesting. Strip Dave, let's see what you got."

I looked at her for a moment. I wasn't sure if she was already in on this and was just putting on an act. She knew both Prof. Williams and Mrs. Baxter and my guess was they had already briefed her about my situation. I wasn't sure if the rest of the employees were in on it or not, but they were anxiously awaiting the show.

I removed my shirt which revealed my locked collar and shaved chest. Even Samantha had not seen me since I had shaved. I heard a few catcalls and an occasional whistle. Soon they were chanting 'take it off'. I removed my shoes and then my pants to reveal my black thong panties which barely covered my cock.

"That too" Ms. Winslow said. We want to see the whole package."

I removed the panties and all that was left was my chastity device and my hairless cock. Ms. Winslow made me explain how the device worked. I explained everything including the ball up my ass and the remote control shocker. She looked me over for a while and then smiled.

"Leave it to Ruth" she said. "Girls, pick up his clothes. He can keep the shoes and his thong, but lock everything else up in my office. I'll be back in a minute."

It was about 10 minutes before Ms. Winslow returned. She spoke with Robin for a few minutes. Robin told me to follow her upstairs. It was nearly time to open for business and Ms. Winslow told everyone else to get ready to open up. I couldn't believe she was going to keep me like this. As I followed Robin up the stairs I couldn't help noticing how good she looked from behind. Her ass filled out her skirt nicely and I imagined my face buried between her ample cheeks.

"In addition to selling women's apparel," Robin was saying. "We offer women some special accessories. We have an entire collection of fetish wear and toys in the show rooms up here. Only those over the age of 18 are allowed in the upstairs showroom. Up here I am sure that you will not offend anyone with the way you are dressed."

Robin led me into the first showroom. The sign said 'Women's apparel'. The room was full of fetish clothing. There were leather, rubber and vinyl outfits. I had seen similar clothing on the internet. It was a huge collection and as I walked through the display I could feel my cock pushing against its cage. The next showroom had a sign that said 'Intimate apparel'. There were all types of lingerie and erotic underwear. Some were open in the front or back to allow access without removing the garment. Many items were see through or nearly see through. My cock was still trying to escape.

A third showroom had a sign that said 'The dungeon'. I walked in and there was a wall with various whips and paddles displayed. Riding crops made up another display. The show case had a display of various types of chastity belts and cock restraints. I even saw Kali laying on a display counter. There was a display of canes of different sizes and a wall full of dildos and strap-on harnesses. Another show case contained clamps for use on the nipples or cock. The room was full of devices designed to discipline or punish. I recognized some of the items from browsing the internet. There were racks and crosses; a row of spanking benches and various queening chairs. There were chains and pulleys and things I didn't know the names of. 

"Dave," Robin began. "Claire provides a special service to some of her clientele. Many of the women who come here are dominant. Some dominate other women, others dominate men. We cater to both."

She said I was to help out up here whenever I was not assigned to work with one of the department heads. When working with them I would be confined to their office and my appearance would not matter.

"Go ahead and start looking through the merchandise." She said. "You need to be familiar with what we sell. You can even try it out if you like."

She laughed at what she said and left me to explore. A few minutes later Ms. Winslow came to see me. She said she had talked to Mrs. Baxter and she had confirmed everything I said. She also said that Mrs. Baxter had told her to let her know if I misbehaved.

"Ruth said I needed to keep a close eye on you." Ms. Winslow said. "Keep a notebook and report any inappropriate behavior she said. She also told me you have an excellent tongue and I was free to use you any way I want. I think I'm going to have fun with this internship."

She told me to keep busy until Robin had time to work with me. I could straighten and dust he merchandise while I was waiting for customers.

I was dusting the spanking benches when I felt a jolt to my penis. Someone had activated the remote control to my chastity device. I looked around and saw Megan and Samantha standing in the doorway. Samantha had the remote.

"Megan was nice enough to bring her remote down to me." Samantha said. "It really gets your attention doesn't it?"

"Yes ma'am" I replied.

Samantha and Megan looked around the store. 

"I think I need a new dildo." Megan said. "There's this guy I want to fuck and he's a size queen. What do you have in a supersized model?"

They looked through the selection and picked out a couple that looked gigantic to me. I knew where they would eventually end up, but I said nothing.

"Put them on Mrs. Baxter's account" Megan said. "And why don't you come over tonight when you get off. You can help me try them out. Bring Lucy with you. I haven't seen her for ages."

They left me to my thoughts and I resumed my dusting. It was about 45 minutes later when Robin came into the dungeon with another woman who I had never met.

"This is Mrs. Riley," Dave. "She is the wife of Jude Riley. I'm sure you have head of him. She is interested in some nipple clamps. Can you help her out with that? I'll be back in a few minutes."

Robin left me with Mrs. Riley and I showed her the showcase that contained the clamps.

"I don't know" she said. "Some of the ones I buy on line just don't seem to last and they tend to slip if you tug on them. I really need something with a good grip. What do you have? I really like to pull on them or hang weights from them."

I got several different clamps from the case. Some looked like normal clothes pins connected by a chain, others were the cloverleaf type and one pair had spring loaded alligator teeth. She picked up each pair and operated tem

"Well, Mrs. Riley," Robin said. "What do you think?"

"I don't know. She said. I really wish I could try them out. It would make my decision so much easier."

"Dave" Robin said. "Lend us your nipples. Go ahead Mrs. Riley, you may use Dave's nipples if you like."

"Really?" she said. "In that case, let me try these two pair of cloverleaf clamps. And the ones with the alligator teeth to. They look interesting. Do you have any weights I can attach?" 

"Sure" Robin said. "You might want to try this also. We just got it in. It's called the tower of pain. You place it between his nipples and attach the clamps. When you screw this yoke it pulls on the nipples. You can continue to screw until it pulls the clamp completely off, or stop just before its ready to let go. That's when it is most painful."

I gave Robin a dirty look and she just smiled. Mrs. Riley tried each set of clamps by applying them then pulling on the chain until the released. She did this several times with each pair. She attached weights to test their holding power. Finally she decided on a pair of the cloverleaf style and the alligator type. Next she tried out the tower of pain. It worked just like Robin said. It was as painful as anything I had experienced thus far. Mrs. Riley bought that as well.

"I'll be back soon" Mrs. Riley said. "It's so much more fun shopping when you can sample the merchandise."

I spent the afternoon in Robin's office. We watched various videos dealing with providing good customer service. She said all of the employees watched these videos so that everyone approached customer service in the same way. She showed me the closed circuit TV system. She said she could watch videos of how the staff dealt with customers. She played the tape of my experience with Mrs. Riley. 

"That's what we mean by customer service," she said. "Give the customer what they want. Let's pretend I'm a customer. The service I want is between my legs. Get on your knees and give it to me. Ms. Winslow said you are supposed to have a talented tongue. We'll use the rest of the afternoon to test that theory."



Dave Gets an Education Pt. 06



Chapter 16 THE LADIES CLUB

I returned home after my first day at the Boutique. Everyone had eaten, but I still had the kitchen to clean. Hilda had left me a plate of food in the refrigerator. I never knew how to take Hilda. One minute she was kind and caring and the next she was a sadist. I never knew which version would show up.

I had to go to Mrs. Baxter's room prior to heading to Megan's for training. I knew what she had purchased earlier in the day, and hoped I wouldn't have to endure them tonight. I knocked on Mrs. Baxter's door and she told me to enter.

"Good evening ma'am." I said. "I am to report to Miss Megan's room for further training tonight, but my butt is plugged with this chastity device. Could you remove it so Miss Megan can continue my training?"

Mrs. Baxter was amused as my request. She debated about letting me out. My ass would get some needed relief if she didn't, but I was sure that Megan would be pressing the remote control if I didn't show up soon. Finally Mrs. Baxter removed the rod and ball that penetrated my ass.

"I think I'll leave the cage in place." She said. "Megan can have your ass tonight but I might want to use your cock tomorrow."

"Yes Ma'am." I said. "Ma'am, may I ask you a question?"

"Certainly Dave" she said. "I'm always available for you."

"Ma'am," The other day when I went to my orientation for my internship, I saw my old roommate Jim. He is in the same program. He acted kind of funny when I talked to him. Is it possible that he is in a similar situation to me? You know, being a servant to a woman."

"Dave" she replied. "I know that Edna has latched on to some boy. That's why she hasn't been hanging around here lately. I'm happy for her. I am not sure who he is, but I know he is a student at the college and I believe he is in the internship program with you. You will probably meet him at the party."

"Party?" I replied.

"Yes." She said. "I'm having a party for some close friends in two weeks. I was going to have it next Saturday, but since you will be working at the Boutique all day, I postponed it for a week. I'll provide you with more details later. Now run along, I'm sure Megan is waiting for you."

I headed to Megan's room. As expected, Samantha and Lucy were there. Samantha was playing with the remote. 

"Hi Davey." Samantha said. "I see you still have your cage on. I feel a lot saver when a pervert like you is caged and can't fuck my beautiful pussy. How was your day at work? I understand Mrs. Riley was extremely happy with you. I'm sure she will be back to see you again."

"Hey Davey." Megan said. Remember what I bought today? That's right. Two new dongs. Guess who's going to use them?"

I didn't say a word. I just looked at the three girls who were all wearing nothing more than their bra and panties. I felt a shock to my penis.

"Answer me bitch" she said. "Guess who is going to fuck your ass tonight?"

"All of you." I responded. "My guess is I am going to be fucked by each of you tonight."

"That's right boy-bitch." Samantha said. "We're all going to fuck you tonight and we're going to fuck you until you beg us to stop. That's right. All night if necessary."

I didn't like what I was hearing. They secured me on the bed. My arms were pulled down between my legs and attached to my ankles. My ankles were spread apart and tied to the bed posts. My asshole was gaping open. Megan was approaching me with her strap-on. It was about 12 inches in length and about 2 ½" in diameter. It was larger than the one she used last night. 

She lubed it well and then pushed. Only the head went in due to its girth. She pushed again and it impaled me to mid shaft. One last thrust and the balls hit my asshole. I was fully impaled. Lucy reached under me and started massaging my balls. 

I felt my cock trying to escape its confinement. Zap. I felt the shock from the remote. Zap. She hit it again. Zap. She pressed the button a third time. I was limp and panting. It was going to be a long night.

They were true to their word. They used me all night. My anus and mouth were well used. Occasionally I was spanked with Megan's hairbrush but nothing compared to the torture my penis felt every time one of them pressed the button on that remote.

I was released about 6 am. Before leaving Samantha came over and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. Her tongue penetrated my throat. She held me for a while then reached down to fondle my poor cock.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch" she said. "You did deserve punishment for what you did, but everyone already knew I was bisexual. Now that you know how we women have sex, you can show me what a man can do when you get this hardware off. See you at work Tuesday."

Lucy's tongue darted into my ear. She let me know that she was going to fuck me until I passed out. 

"It's always a competition between Sam and me." She said. "One time we bet on who can get a guy off the most in one night. I won. See ya around." 

I headed back to my room to take a shower and get ready to finish my weekly assignments. I passed Hilda on the way to my room.

"Late night lover boy?" she asked. "Don't be late for breakfast. You've got some work to get caught up."

I managed to make it through the day and was done all my assignments by 4 pm. I grabbed a nap for a couple of hours until I felt a pain in my cock. Hilda was paging me. I got to the kitchen and found that dinner had been served and everyone had finished eaten. She told me to clean the kitchen and then report to Mrs. Baxter. She also told me to put down 2 demerits, one for being late and one for not serving dinner.

I made it to Mrs. Baxter's room about 7:30. She asked me where I had been and I told her of the previous night's activities. I told her that I went to my room and collapsed. I apologized to her for being late and missing dinner.

"Well at least the training with Megan is complete." She said. "Now we can get back to a little bit more normal routine."

She took the chastity device off and had me service her orally. After several orgasms she had me mount her missionary style and I brought her to another three orgasms. I shot two loads into her and she masturbated me to a third orgasm. Of course I licked everything up before a left.

Sunday I was allowed to sleep in. I was still on restriction so I had to serve the girls whenever they wanted something. At least I didn't have any chores to do. Mrs. Baxter discussed the upcoming party with me. It was a formal dinner party for some of her friends. I was to wear my Butler's uniform. The meal would be catered. I would serve drinks before dinner and then serve dinner. She said that although this was my first opportunity to serve at a formal dinner, I had better not screw up and embarrass her. 

Things settled down a bit. Anne and Megan left to visit family which reduced my workload. I went to the Boutique on Tuesday, Friday and Saturday that week. I was used much as I had been the previous week. Robin and I discussed different ways to deal with difficult people. I jokingly said a good spanking works well. She looked at me and smiled.

On Friday I spent several hours 'thanking' Ms. Winslow for helping me with my internship. When I was finished, Robin wanted some payment for her time as well. When they were done, they sent me back to the showroom. Mrs. Riley was waiting for me there.

"I want to try one of these queening chairs." She said. "I need to see how comfortable they are. I have a lot of reading to catch up on and I need a comfortable chair to sit in."

I showed her the selection. Mrs. Riley was an intimidating person. She wasn't really fat, but she was large. She was taller than me and had plenty of curves to fill out the knee length dress she wore. She sat in several of the chairs before selecting one and telling me to bring it to the dressing room. 

"I need to try this out before I buy it." She said.

Once in the dressing room she had me put the chair in the middle of the room. She told me to slide under the seat and place my head in the sling made for that purpose. She adjusted it so my face was level with the opening made in the seat. She removed her dress and was now only wearing a bra and crotch less panties. As she sat, my face was pushed into her ass. She squirmed for a little bit before settling on my face.

"Lick" she said. "I need to see if I can concentrate on my reading while a man is licking my ass."

She continued sitting there for nearly 30 minutes. My tongue was getting tired. Finally she got up and smiled down at me.

"You're such a good salesman." she said. "Have this delivered to my house. I'm sure I'll be back to see you again."

I found out that Saturdays were busy and all of the staff spent the entire day on the sales floor. Half of the staff worked each Saturday so there were a total of six working plus me and Ms. Winslow. I was still confined to the second floor, but at least I had my male clothes on over my punishment uniform. Still, my collar was clearly visible. I was becoming more comfortable waiting on the customers and could answer most of their questions. 

That morning Prof. Williams came in with Jim in tow. As Jim and I made eye contact I think we both understood the other's position. I didn't know what Prof. Williams had told Jim about me, but I wanted an opportunity to talk to him alone. Prof. Williams wanted to buy a new leather outfit. She took several into one of the dressing rooms to try them on. This gave me an opportunity to talk with Jim.

Jim told me that Prof. Williams had accused him of cheating on his final exam. She said he would be brought before the student council and probably expelled. She said he wouldn't be able to get in any other school with that on his record. She gave him the option of serving her or expulsion.

I told him I understood and gave him a brief summary of my situation. I told him the punishments and humiliations were harsh at times, but I was having some great sex. I told him how much power Prof. Williams's sister had within the community, and how dangerous it would be to try and expose them.

"Hey Bro" Jim said. "I'm glad you're making out with some hot chicks. Me, I got Prof. Williams and her two daughters to look forward to each night, and they are all sadistic. No enjoyment here."

"I understand." I said. "I spent a month with her one week." We both smiled a little.

Mrs. Williams was calling for Jim to help her zip up her outfit. When she came out I knew why. It looked about two sizes too small. I smiled at her and said she looked awesome. I learned early in life that you never tell a woman she looks fat, especially a fat woman. She exchanged the outfit for one a couple of sizes larger and picked out a couple of others in different sizes. From the sizes chosen, I guessed they were for her daughters.

She went over to the dungeon and looked at the display of paddles. There was one that she really seemed to like. It was wooden and a little heavier than most. It was smooth on one side. The other side had a plastic coating with hundreds of plastic dimples covering it. A hard stroke with this paddle would definitely leave marks.

"Come Here Dave" she said. "I understand you're the official tester here. Bend over for me. Wow, looks like someone else got to you first."

I was still showing signs from my Thursday night meeting.

"Oh well." she said. 

She delivered a half dozen strokes to my backside with each side of the paddle.

"Yep, I think that will do." She said. "Put all this on my account. See you next Saturday."

I said my goodbyes to both of them. I was glad I got to talk with Jim and finally knew what was going on. I felt bad for him, but at least I had someone I could confide in.

My work at home was going pretty smoothly. The number of demerits had dropped so I only earned a couple a week. They were typically earned for unauthorized erections, but with the workout my cock was getting, they were few and far between. The nudity no longer bothered me. Everyone had seen me so often by now that it had become the norm. It's amazing what you can get used to.

The following week at the Boutique did not go as well. My new supervisor was Denise. She was in charge of Display so much of her work time was spent on the sales floor. She designed the displays and determined which merchandise would be featured in the windows. She said she changed the store's merchandise layout every couple of months to change the traffic flow and bring attention to new products.

Unfortunately I was confined to the second floor. She decided to use me to rearrange the dungeon since she had the additional help to move the heavier items. She provided me a layout of what she wanted and went to get a cup of coffee, I started moving furniture.

About 10 am I was busy rearranging the furniture when I heard someone call my name. I turned to see Prof. Wilson and her daughter Tasha coming towards me. I greeted them and asked them how they were. Both said they were enjoying the summer. They said they wanted to buy some new undies and this place had the best selection. 

"You know," Prof. Wilson said. "We want something that won't get in the way."

I showed them our selection of crotchless panties, which was limited due to their size. They took several pairs into the dressing room. After a few minutes Prof. Wilson called me into the room. When I opened the door she was standing there wearing a pair of the new panties.

"Dave", she said. "I'm not sure these provide enough freedom. Get down there and see how much access you have to my pussy. Make sure you can lick all of it."

She tried on 4 or 5 pairs and made me test each one. Her daughter tried on three that were open in the front and another three open in the rear. Hers needed testing too.

While I was testing Prof. Wilson's panties I heard Denise call for me. She couldn't find me until Prof. Wilson yelled out.

"He's in here Denise. Come on in if you need to speak to him."

She came in and saw what was going on. She said she had just gotten in some new designs made especially for larger women and she was actually wearing a pair today. She dropped her pants revealing her huge body. The panties were open from front to back. She told me to test them as well since I obviously was enjoying what I was doing. I spent 30 minutes doing just that."

Before she left, Prof. Wilson bought a dozen pair of panties and two floggers. The floggers had to be tested as well. When I finished with her I had two more customers to help before leaving for lunch. When I returned Denise was waiting for me at the top of the stairs.

"I need some help in my office." She said.

When I arrived at Denise's cubicle she told me to get on my knees and remove her shoes. She wanted a foot massage. I massaged both of her feet than gave them a tongue bath. I licked each toe and then stuck each foot in my mouth. I sucked for what seemed like another half an hour. Finally she told me to go finish my work. 

That week at home I spent special attention to getting the house ready for the upcoming party. I was told here would be about 20 guests attending. I polished the silverware and paid special attention to cleaning the dining room. I was told there would be a special meeting in the rec room in the basement following dinner and was told to be sure to clean that part of the house thoroughly as well.

Saturday night came. The Dining room was prepared and I took special care to set the table exactly as Jessica had instructed. She came by and inspected my work. She was pleased and gave me a hug.

"If you do well tonight, I'll have something special for you." She said. "I think maybe I'm going to Fuck your brains out! Be good and don't disappoint me." 

Guests started arriving about 6 pm. Most of them I didn't know. I was in my butler's uniform and trying as hard as I could to make Jessica and Mrs. Baxter proud. I served drink prior to dinner, making sure each lady's glass was full. Jim was there helping me. Prof. Williams had brought him to help serve. It felt good to have someone else I could talk to. Dinner was scheduled to be served at 8 pm. Most of the women had consumed their share of alcohol. The conversation was lively and sexual. Several ladies pinched my ass or grabbed my cock. I stood there and allowed them to do so. Mrs. Baxter smiled and nodded her head. Everything appeared to be going as planned.

Jim was having a tougher time than I was. He was also being sexually manipulated. About 7 pm one of the women goosed him in the ass, he almost dropped a whole platter of hors d'oeuvres. Several spilled off the tray and landed in the lap of one of the women. She became upset and slapped Jim hard across the face. It was Mrs. Riley and I knew Jim was in trouble.

"Jim, put that tray down and come over here." Prof. Baxter said. "What am I going to do with you? You are so clumsy. I think I will teach you a lesson here in front of all of these women. Ruth, can I borrow a hairbrush?"

Jim was told to strip in front of everyone. Edna Williams pulled him across her lap and administered a spanking with the hairbrush. It continued until Jim was crying uncontrollable. She scolded him for being so clumsy and told him he would pay again when they got home. She administered about a dozen more strokes after that."

"Go apologize to Mrs. Riley." Prof. Williams directed. "Ask her to to contribute to your punishment."

Jim went over to Mrs. Riley. He was still naked and couldn't look at the woman. He asked her to punish him for being so clumsy. Mrs. Riley's eyes lit up and a smile spread across her face.

"Since you ask so nicely." She said. "Get across my knee. Place your hands on the floor and keep them there."

She took one of her legs and locked it over the back of Jim's thighs, effectively locking him in place across her ample lap. Jim was still weeping from his previous spanking and Mrs. Riley started by massaging his ass. When he started to relax a little, the spanking began. When she finished Jim couldn't stop crying. His ass and upper thighs looked crimson. He got up and was told to stand in the corner until dinner was ready to be served. He remained naked for the rest of the evening.

The ladies sat down to dinner a little after 8 pm. Jim assisted me in serving. When dinner was over, Jim and I were instructed to bring coffee down to the rec room for the ladies.

"Ladies." Mrs. Baxter said. "I'm sure some of you need to visit the Ladies room. Let's take a short break and then reconvene in the rec room downstairs. Dave and Jim will bring coffee and dessert to us down there. We have some business to discuss."

It was about 20 minutes later when the women had all made their way to the rec room. They took their seats in the chairs I had arranged earlier that day. Jim and I started serving coffee and dessert while Mrs. Baxter looked over the room full of half-drunk women. She started with introductions.

First she introduced her family which included Jessica, Edna and her daughters Edith and Eleanor. Next was Hilda who she introduced as a close friend. She then introduced Dr. Rosewood. Faculty and administrators from the University were next. They included Prof. Wilson and her daughter, Tasha; Barbara Jones, Head of the Business School; Ms. Paula King, Director of student Housing; and finally Patricia Johnson, the President of the University. 

Next she introduced Samantha Stevens, President of Tri Sigma Sorority and the first female president of the Greek Council; and Lucy Simmons, treasurer of Tri Sig. Anne and Megan were next to be introduced. Finally, she introduced members of the community. Ms. Winslow was there, she was a member of the economic development council and so was Pauline Riley, wife of Judge Tom Riley and a partner in the law firm or Riley and Sisk. The firm Anne worked for.




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The rest of the women I didn't know. There was Stephanie Charles, a member of the City Council. I recognized her name. She was the contact that Jim had to report to for the internship program. The owner of the local newspaper, Priscilla Frazier, was there as was the wife of the police chief, Tina Ambrose. There was Bridget Campbell, wife of the John Campbell, CEO of the Bank of Elliott and finally, sitting next to Mrs. Baxter was the Mayor of Elliott, Doris Bowman.

"Ladies" Mrs. Baxter began. "The time has come to take control of our community. We have lived in a society ruled by men for too long. What have they accomplished? High Taxes, a poor economy, inadequate social programs, and poor education. The crime rate across the country is at an all-time high, and drugs are everywhere. Could women do a better job?"

Many began applauding, some chanted "Yes, Yes, Yes." Others simply nodded their heads.

"We need to start by taking control of our personal lives." she said. "We need to educate our husbands, sons and daughters that a new beginning is upon us. A beginning where women are in charge and men serve. They serve us at work, at home and most importantly, in the bedroom."

More applause. She was stirring the crowd up. It didn't take much considering the amount of alcohol consumed and the episode with Jim.

"Control his cock." She was saying. "And you control the man."

The women were really getting into it now. You could hear applause throughout the room. I looked at the faces of these women. If Ruth Baxter asked them to jump off a building, I believe they would do it without asking a single question.

"Ladies," she continued. "Once you take control of your men, you must spread the word. Let other women know how you took control. Educate them. Help them to succeed."

Mayor Bowman joined in. "Once we take control of our lives, it won't take long for us to take control our community. Women will assume positions of power. With that, women will be the leaders in government, in business, and in education. We will institute change, and others will follow."

The women were nearly out of control by now. Mrs. Baxter had to settle them down a little before she could continue.

"Beginning this fall," she said. "I am turning the Baxter estate into a school to teach women how to take charge of their lives, how to train and manipulate men to serve them. I will invest in them and help them find a way to be successful in life. Teaching our youth a new order in society is how we will spread the word. It's how we will succeed."

"You go girl" I heard someone shout and the room burst into laughter.

"Claire," She said. "Please stand up. Claire Winslow lived here and attended Elliott. I helped her get started by financing her business. I know many of you shop there. It is very successful and Claire has become a prominent fixture in our community. I receive a small percentage of her profits. I use that as seed money to help other young women begin their careers. Soon we will have a new generation of female business owners, politicians and leaders. That is how we effect change."

"Dave, please come forward" she demanded. "Now Strip!"

I couldn't believe what she said. I didn't have a choice. I felt like Custer surrounded at the Little Big Horn. I stripped in front of the room full of excited women.

"Dave is an example of what can be achieved in a very short time." She said. "He will do anything I tell him to do. He will submit to a severe beating, the humiliation of standing in front of a room full of women he doesn't know, and punishments many can only imagine. Why? Because I own his cock. He will do anything to make his cock happy. One minute I punish him harshly, the next I am his loving mother."

She squeezed my balls hard as she was speaking causing me to fall to my knees. I listened to her speak and realized that it was true. I would do anything she asked as long as my cock was rewarded. I think I now understood why Hilda was so nice one minute and so brutal the next. It all fell in place.

"Dave here would accept a paddling from every woman here tonight if I asked it of him." She announced. "That is not going to happen. We have other more important business to discuss. I know some of you already control your husbands. Some of you are more controlling than others. What about the rest of you? Who wants to become a queen? Be in charge and able to make all decisions? Decide when and how you have sex? It can all be yours if you choose to act."

I looked around the room. Many of the women were rubbing themselves or massaging their nipples. They were chatting among themselves and nodding in agreement to what Mrs. Baxter was saying. They were like a mob, but Mrs. Baxter was able to keep them under control.

"OK" Mrs. Baxter said. "When my husband was alive I developed a close circle of friends who like me, believed in Female Supremacy. We met twice monthly. Once to provide discipline for our spouses and again 'just for fun'. Some of you were part of that group. When my husband died, I lost interest in this lifestyle and the group became dormant."

She continued. "During the last five years many in that group have moved away. Some have gotten married while others live the lifestyle in private. Jessica asked me to teach her the lifestyle in the same way my mother taught me and I taught my other daughters. We found Dave, and since he has been here, my interest in Female Supremacy has emerged again. It's like I've been reborn."

I looked at her and Jessica and couldn't help but feel proud. I had been through a lot over the past few weeks, but down deep, I knew that I loved Jessica and wanted to serve her for the rest of my life.

Mrs. Baxter continued "For those of you who are in a committed relationship, we will train you to control your man. When needed, we can provide all the resources you need to make your man the person you want him to be. It is up to you to determine what that is."

"As we spread the word and more women become enlightened in the female supremacy lifestyle. We will need to recruit appropriate young men to serve. Men like Dave and Jim. Once each of you have embraced this lifestyle and taken control of your lives, you can then help in the recruitment and training others. As of tonight I am creating a new organization. It's the L.A.D.I.E.S Club of Elliott; and you are all invited to join."

She continued. "To most people the Ladies Club of Elliott is just another civic organization. A social group if you will. To our members, the acronym L.A.D.I.E.S will stand for Ladies Administering Discipline in Everyday Society."

She explained the purpose of this organization would be to Educate Women in the concepts of Female Supremacy and teach them how to train and control the men in their lives. The group would prepare women to succeed in a male dominated world. They would support the businesses of women who believe in the lifestyle and campaign for politicians who were sympathetic to the cause.

Only women were allowed to become members. Men would be known as associates because they could only function at the direction of one of the female members. There would be several levels of membership for the women based upon their level of training. New members or members with little or no experience in the lifestyles would be known as a novices. Novices would be addressed as 'Miss' or 'Ms.' followed by their first name. Ladies would be the next level. Members who had successfully taken control of a relationship with a male graduated to the level of Lady. Ladies were addressed as 'Lady' followed by her last name.

The next level of membership was Domme. Dommes were women who served as mentors for other women. They provided guidance to those with less experience and also carried out various punishments as determined by the Mistresses of the high court. Dommes were addressed as 'Mistress' or 'Madam' followed by their last name.

The highest level of membership were the Mistresses of the high court. These were the women that led the group. They held court at the monthly Discipline sessions and passed sentences on the males on trial there. They were addressed as 'Mistress of the High Court' or Goddess followed by their last name. They would be elected by the membership each year.

Males would be known as servants or slaves. Servants were males who could establish their own hard limits which the members had to honor at all times. They also could establish soft limits, which were activities that could only be administered as part of a punishment. Slaves were males who could not establish hard or soft limits. Their limits were determined by their owner or handler. 

All of the males were required to fill out an application of have their owner fill it out for them. The application included the listing of hard and soft limits, if they were owned or serving one of the members. It listed health and contact information that would be beneficial to the group. Single men had to be interviewed by the Mistresses of the High Court to determine if he had a proper attitude to serve the women. Each interview ended with a hard paddling from each of the Mistresses present. This helped to weed out the men who were there just looking for sex.

She explained there would be at least two meetings each month, normally on a Friday night. More if there was a need as determined by the Mistresses of the High Court. The first meeting would be a discipline night. That night Mistresses of the High Court would hold a disciplinary trial. While this typically involved couples, any member could bring charges against any male. Each women would present her case for why the male should be disciplined. The male was given an opportunity to defend himself. Once the case had been presented, Mistresses of the high court announced the outcome.

Punishments were carried out that night in front of everyone. The Dommes carried out the punishment, often with the assistance of the others there. Often these were cases where the male had been exceptionally bad or repeatedly broken rules. Repeat offenders received harsh discipline.

After the trial the women would hold a brief training session to practice one or more skills. The men were "volunteered" to be the live dummy for these exercises.

"That sound like it could get interesting." Doris Bowman said. "I'd love to see my husband get whipped by a few of the ladies. He's so arrogant at times."

The other monthly meeting was what Mrs. Baxter called a play party. For this event the men had to serve the women in any way the woman wanted. It could include swapping partners, performing various sexual acts or administering pain. On play nights, the woman used the men because they enjoyed it. It wasn't about punishment, it was about having a good time.

There were certain rules that everyone had to follow. There were some hard limits that were set up by the group. There was no forced homosexuality, no toilet play, animals or drawing of blood. If someone accidentally started bleeding, the blood would be cleaned up immediately and the area disinfected. The incident would then be reviewed by one of the safety monitors.

Safety monitors were always present to make sure that no excessive or unsafe activities took place. There was always a medical provider present, usually Dr. Rosewood to treat any potential injuries. They really didn't want to call 911 or have any of their members show up on "Sex sent me to the ER."

Those who failed to follow the rules were terminated from membership.

"The males are all given a colored wristband." Mrs. Baxter said. "The wristbands indicate the male's owner or handler for the evening as well as any hard or soft limits. Males are also given a safe word they can use if the scene gets too intense for them. They are allowed to use the safeword as long as they are not being punished. Punishments are carried out to completion except when there is a safety concern."

"In order for a male to attend a play party." Mrs. Baxter continued. "He has to be accompanied by a female member who will be his handler for the evening. We will publish a directory with all the males listed who have passed the interview process. All of his 'vital statistics' will be listed including clothed and nude pictures, hard and soft limits, and documentation to prove that he is STD free."

"Each of the female members may choose to bring her servant/slave, or choose another male from the male directory. She will then be that male's handler for the night." Mrs. Baxter said.

"You said the males had color bracelets on their wrists." Bridget Campbell said. "What do the colors mean?"

"Good Question Bridget," Mrs. Baxter said. "If the man is wearing a green band, it means go for it. The lady who brought him has consented to let any of the women use him in any way they want within the parameters of his established limits. The male has no say in who or what will be done to him."

"If he is wearing a yellow band, it means take caution. The man is owned by someone and you must contact her prior to play to determine what limits have been set for him. Remember, the name of his keeper will be printed on the band so everyone will know who to contact."

"A red band means stop. The man wearing a red band is the exclusive property of one of the members and is not permitted to play with others."

"Black bands are worn by house servants. They are there to serve food and drink, clean up messes or equipment. Please don't mess with them during the party as they have a job to do. They will get their 'reward' at the end of the night."

"Finally, White bands are for house slaves. We normally have two or three males available for any of the women who might get lonely. They are unattached for the evening and available for any of the ladies use. Since they are slaves they have few or no limits. They are chosen by the Mistresses of the High Court to serve for the evening. They also help the house servants serve food and drink when not otherwise occupied."

"Any of the males who fail to properly serve is subject to discipline. Any problems or complaints will be investigated by the Mistresses of the high court. The high court will assign any discipline needed."

Mrs. Baxter saved the best part for last.

"Ladies" she said. "Let me tell you how the parties end. Any of the handlers may enter their male in the monthly auction. The handler will decide the length time the male must serve the winning bidder. The minimum is 4 hours. Normally it is for the rest of the weekend but can be longer if desired. Any limits or conditions are explained before the bidding begins. Bids are in real money. Half of the proceeds go to the handler, the rest goes to the group to help promote our lifestyle."

"Are there any questions?"

"A lot of us are single and unattached women." Stephanie Charles said. "How are we going to attract hot young men like Jim and Dave to join? How do we attract new members? Dave and Jim can't handle all of us, although I'd like to borrow each of them for a day or two."

The group roared with laughter.

"That can probably be arranged." replied Mrs. Baxter.

More applause.

"We attract them like we did with Dave and Jim." Mrs. Baxter said. "I provided Dave with a financial proposition he couldn't refuse. He was a little hesitant when he learned what he had to do, but when Jessica seduced him, he was done. Jim was a little different. We presented him with a situation that he had to accept or risk disciplinary action by the Student Council. He chose to serve as well."

"Samantha, through her position on the Greek council, can use her influence with the fraternities and sororities to include interesting scenarios for pledges during the hell week initiation. I'm sure each of you can think of ways you can use your positions entice males into serving. They might be reluctant at first, but after you get the attention of their cock, they will be like little puppets."

"Paula is a good resource as well. She can use the housing bureau to place perspective candidates in desirable situations. A number of dominant women shop at Claire's. We can reach out to the dominant women in the area who already live the lifestyle. There are groups in the area that already attract large numbers of feminists; and then there is always the internet. I believe the best opportunity we have is through word of mouth. Talk to women who are unhappy in their relationship and show them how it can be so much better."

She had finished her presentation now. She was looking around the room and was happy with what she saw. She know that about half of these women already were involved in the lifestyle to one degree or another. Still, she took a big chance inviting some of her friends and community leaders who weren't practicing dominants. She had considered each woman individually and weigh the risk against the benefit of including her in this meeting. Soon she would know if she had calculated correctly. 

I was still standing in front of the room naked. She told me to get on my knees and face the women.

"Dave," she said. "I want you to crawl around the room and personally hand each of the ladies an application. I want you to personally invite each of them to join and tell them what a pleasure it would be to serve them in any way you can. You will then bend over and kiss each of their feet and thank them for their attendance here tonight."

"Ladies," she continued. "Feel free to explore Dave as he passes by." 

It took Dave quite a while to make it around the room. He was groped, grabbed, tickled, poked and even slapped. His nipples were pinched and twisted and his cock stroked. Finally, when all of the ladies had left, Ruth Baxter looked at the pile of completed applications. 

"Looks like everyone completed an application." She said. "Looks like this is going to be a fun group."

"Dave" Jessica said. "Clean up can wait until tomorrow. You have an itch to scratch. I hope you are up for it."



Dave Gets an Education Pt. 07



Chapter 17: After the party 

Following the party Jessica took me to her room. She was obviously worked up from the night's activities and a little inebriated from the wine she consumed. When we got there she began by doing a striptease act. She was wearing a long evening gown with a slit up one leg that was as sexy as it was elegant. It showed every curve in her body and highlighted her beautiful ass.

I was still nude from the party. She had grabbed my cock before leaving the rec room and led me by it all the way to her room. Her constant manipulation had me rock hard and I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for me tonight.

She had shed her gown and was now only wearing a pair of thong panties and a sheer bra. She had me lay on the bed watching her as she did a little dance, running her fingers through her hair as shy gyrated her hips. She took one hand and inserted two fingers in her mouth and imitated the sucking of a cock. She smiled seductively.

"Don't you dare come without permission." she said. "I have plans for that cock of yours and you don't want to disappoint me."

She had a bottle of wine chilling on the nightstand with two glasses. She had me pour her a glass as well as one for me. She was looking me in the eyes and had the eye of a tiger stalking her prey. I was sipping my wine as she approached me. Sitting on the bed next to me she began by rubbing her hands over my chest and back. I put down the wine and lay back to enjoy the sensation.

"Tonight we will make love." She purred. "I know you feel for me as I do for you. Tonight is not about sex, although there will be plenty of that too. Tonight is about expressing how I feel for you and you for me."

With those words she put her arms around me and kissed me passionately. We held our embrace for what seemed like an eternity. When we broke, I simply wanted more. We lay in each other's arms, our hands searching each other's body, exploring every crevice. I was hot for her body and had trouble maintaining my composure. It was obvious she wanted this foreplay to last a long time.

I rolled her onto her back and planted little kisses all over her body, licking here and there to try and bring her to climax. She was getting hotter by the minute and soon was guiding my face towards her sex. I massaged her nipples as I moved lower on her body, past her belly button to the patch of heaven between her legs. I began kissing her inner thighs and rubbing them in little circles with my fingers. She was shaking now, but I continued.

"I need your tongue now." She said. "Lick me soft and tender. Make love to me."

And I did as she asked. My tongue softly manipulated her flesh. As she got more aroused I pushed it deep into her and she held me tight against her. She moaned and finally erupted. It was like our first time. It was as if we were exploring each other like never before. It was heaven. As she finished her orgasm she allowed me to lie beside her. We massaged each other's bodies as we lay there enjoying the feeling. 

After a few minutes it was her turn to orally stimulate me. She licked my chest and took my nipples in her mouth. She nibbled a little on each one, gently biting down on the sensitive tissue. She continued down the chest until she reached by belly button and stuck her tongue there, tickling me and causing me to squirm a little.

"Ticklish are we" she said. "We will explore that another day. Right now I want your cock."

She took me deep in her mouth engulfing the entire length. Up and down she went until it was covered with her saliva. She already had me near my limit and I was fighting my ejaculation. She started working on just the tip of my penis. She took the head in her mouth and used her tongue to further my arousal. She would try to insert it into my pee hole and then lick the head all around.

She let it slip out of her mouth for a moment and started pumping it with her hand. Occasionally she would squeeze it when she felt I was too close and then she would lick the underside of it, nibbling as she went. She continued this torture for nearly 45 minutes before stopping and getting off the bed. I had a case of blue balls by now and needed to squirt badly.

"Let's have another glass of wine" she said. 

"Now?" I replied. "I need you Jessica. Please don't stop now. I need you so bad."

She poured the wine. And handed me the glass. As she sipped on hers, I drank mine in two or three gulps. I desperately wanted to resume our intimacy. After finishing her wine, she left to use the bathroom. When she returned she had a box of condoms in her hand.

"I think you are going to need something to reduce the sensitivity down there." She said. "Especially since that wine you just drank contained a double dose of Viagra. In a few minutes you're going to be so horny that you'll go crazy with lust. You probably didn't need any help, but what the hell, it's going to be a long night."

She got back on the bed and rolled three condoms over my cock. She was right about losing sensitivity, I could barely feel her when she mounted me. She looked down at me and smiled.

"Remember that scene in 'American Pie' where the band geek used this condom trick to keep the guy from coming too soon? Hope it works as well for me because I want to come over and over again. When I'm satisfied I'll give you a little treat."

She started pumping away, slowly at first with long strokes. She was well lubricated from her earlier orgasm and soon was pumping away in earnest. Up and down she went and I tried my best to keep up and meet each thrust. She came twice fairly early and then settled in for a long slow fuck. She would stop occasionally to enjoy the sensation of how I filled her. After her third orgasm she removed one of my condoms.

"For every three orgasms I have," she said. "I will remove one of your condoms. Just think, in six more orgasms, you will be bare skinned again. That's when you get your surprise."

With only two condoms covering my cock, I had a little more feeling. I was able to ejaculate after bringing her to two more orgasms. I squirted again after her sixth orgasm of the night. A second condom was removed.

We took a little break and drank some more wine. I told her I had to pee and could she take my last condom off. She escorted me to the bathroom and watched as I peed for what seemed like forever. When I was done, she placed a cock ring on my now deflated penis as well as new condom.

"A little penalty for having to pee." She said. "You'll thank me later."

We fondled for a while, hugging and kissing and holding each other tight. About 30 minutes later I felt my cock stirring again. The ring was helping me maintain the erection I was developing. I still had to provide her with another three orgasms and each took longer to achieve. About 6 am I heard her scream through her ninth orgasm of the night. I never knew anyone who could orgasm like her. It seemed as her ninth was as powerful as her first.

True to her word she removed the last condom. I had managed my fourth orgasm of the night and I was sure I wouldn't be getting it up again. Jessica started pumping me slowly. She used lubricant to make it less painful. After a night of fucking my penis had become a little sore, but between the cock ring and Viagra I was soon up and ready for business again.

"Now for your surprise." Jessica said. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Use plenty of lubricant. I'm a virgin back there, and awfully tight. Just remember how your first time was, and how mom and I eased you into it. I want to know how it feels and I trust you to be gentle."

I started by licking her around the anus. I had always enjoyed performing that for her and now was no exception. After getting her wet, I pushed my tongue into her asshole. I swirled it around a bit but couldn't penetrate her like she needed. I lubricated a finger and pushed slowly and firmly until it penetrated her sphincter. She was tight so I pumped my finger in and out until she loosened up. I worked my finger around for a while and removed and inserted it several times.

Next came two fingers and then three. She had loosened up enough for me to try my cock. I lubricated it well. I also took lubricant on my fingers and pushed into her again, smearing it around her hole. It was the moment of truth. I lined up behind her and grabbed her hips. Slowly I pushed. Her asshole resisted. I gave her a moment to prepare and then pushed again. The head penetrated her.

She moaned and cried a little.

"Damn that hurts" she said. "But don't stop. I want to feel this."

I let her adjust before continuing. Slowly I inched my cock into her ass. It was hot. Hotter than her pussy; and tight. It felt like a vice clamping down on my cock. I was about half way in and paused. I pulled back a little and then slowly pumped in and out without penetrating further. I wanted her to become accustomed to the size. After a while she was panting...

"Deeper. Deeper" she said. "I want to feel your balls against me ass."

And so I trust deep. Three thrusts and she had her wish. I stated pumping slowly. Each thrust was a full stroke, I would pull out until only the head remain inserted and ram he entire length until my balls hit against her ass. Soon I picked up speed and was fucking her hard and deep. I forgot for a minute that she was my mistress and I her servant.

We both came. Me deep inside her and her on the sheets. We lay there coupled together for a short time. I kissed her on her shoulder. She was still panting.

"Do it again." she said. "Fuck me hard. I want your cock to fuck me again and again. Spank my ass as you come. I want to feel you dominate me. Make me yours."

And so I did. I fucked her hard and long until each of us had multiple orgasms. By the time we were done the Viagra had worn off. Even the cock ring couldn't keep me hard and her ass was red with my handprints. We lay in bed together, both on our backs. Exhausted but enjoying the moment. It was about 11 am by now. We had been making love for nearly 12 hours. 

Jessica was the first to move. She walked a little funny as she went to the bathroom. I heard the water running in the shower. She called for me to join her and we took a shower together each one cleaning the other. It was a touching moment.

"Dave" she said. "I know I can be a bitch at times. I can't help it. I love dominating men, especially you. But you should know that I love you too. I have since the first day I saw you. I can't change who or what I am, but I will never do anything to permanently hurt you and I will protect you from those who might."

"I know." I replied. "I've loved you from the day I saw you in that negligee. It has been hard living here, especially serving others when all I really want to do is serve you. I have endured pain and humiliation, and although the punishments have been difficult, I would do it all over again to be here with you."

We hugged in the shower as the warm water cascaded over our tired sore bodies. Jessica told me I still had lots to endure, especially with her mother's plans to spread the word about female supremacy. She said I could expect to serve more and more women in various ways until there were enough males recruited to meet the demand. 

"Until then", Jessica said. "I'll have to share you with the world. After that, I want to marry you."

"There is nothing I would like more than being your life long servant, your husband." I said. Until then, I will serve all women as you direct, but in doing so, it is you I am ultimately serving."

Chapter 18: The Family

I slept until dinner time on Sunday. I probably would have slept later but my cell phone was ringing. I picked it up and saw that my Mom had called. It had stopped ringing by the time I answered. After a few minutes I had regained enough of my senses to call her back.

"Hey Mom." I said when she picked up the phone. "Sorry I didn't answer earlier. I didn't have my phone with me. How's everything up north."

"Hi Dave." She said. "Just wanted to see if you're still alive. I haven't heard from you in over two weeks. Guess you're busy with the new job. Everything alright?"

We caught up on the gossip. Most of my friends from high school were home for the summer and disappointed that I had stayed in Florida. Mom filled me in on the latest news from home. We talked for about 15 minutes and she seemed to be happy. I asked her how the divorce was going. She was quiet for a few moments. I guess she was collecting herself.

"Well your father didn't contest anything." She said. "I guess he knew he was in the wrong and wanted to settle quickly. Maybe he wanted to move on with his life, and frankly so do I. We have an offer on the house. It's not as much as I wanted to get, but it's a good offer and we are closing in a couple of weeks. 

We have agreed on the division of assets, alimony and legal stuff. All of that will be finalized the last week in June. It looks like I will end up with about 40,000.00 in cash from the house and joint property settlements after paying off the mortgages and lawyer fees. It's a good down payment but I still need a job and to find a place to live."

"I'm glad you've got that all behind you, Mom." I said. "You had a good career before you settled down to raise a family. You're strong, educated and have good references. You shouldn't have any difficulty finding work. You know a lot of people around town."

"Well Dave. That's just the point. I don't think I want to start over around here." She said. "There are so many people here that your father and I know. I'm afraid that they'll be talking behind my back about what happened. I've already heard rumors on the street and three of your dad's friends have already tried to hit on me. I think I want to try and start over somewhere else."

"Wow Mom. That's a huge step. Are you ready to pick up everything and leave?" I asked.

"There's not much here to pick up. She said. "I still have my car, but the house and furnishings are all being sold. I am keeping some mementos and things passed down from your grandparents, but other than that, I guess I am kind of free."

"Anyway," she continued. "Ruth invited me to come down and stay with her for a couple of weeks; remember? I took her up on the offer and will be coming down as soon as all the legal stuff is completed up here. She even said she had several friends who operated businesses in the area and was sure I would be able to find some work. She even offered to let me stay with her until I got myself situated."

"Ah... That's sounds great Mom," I said, stuttering just a little. "It will be good to see you."

"Yea, it's been so long since I've given you a hug." She said. 

"I've been emailing Ruth a couple times a week since you don't bother to call or write. It's nice chatting with her. It seems we have a lot in common. She did said that she's had to paddle you a couple of times. I thanked her for keeping you well behaved and told her that I would be glad to help keep you straight once I got down there. It is my responsibility as your mom. Anyway, I'm going to go email her now and let her know my plans. See you soon. Bye."

I had a sick feeling in my stomach. How could I explain to my mother what had been going on in my life. On top of that, she had basically offered to help punish me as if the women here needed any additional help. I had to talk to Jessica and convince her it was a bad idea for my mother to visit. I knew talking to Mrs. Baxter was out of the question, but Jessica had sworn to protect me. 

I took a long shower, dressed and went to dinner. Hilda gave me a strange look like 'where have you been all day' but didn't say anything. My guess was Jessica had asked her to go easy on me. I helped serve dinner and Jessica asked me to eat at the dining table with them. Hilda was invited too. My guess was that Mrs. Baxter had some kind of announcement to make.

There was the usual kind of conversation during dinner. The food was delicious and I told Hilda so. The others agreed. There was talk of current events. Megan talked of her softball season and Anne talked about work. It seems as though everyone was avoiding the topic of last night's dinner.

"So what did you think of last night's party?" Mrs. Baxter finally asked.

The comments were generally favorable, although Anne and Megan were a little skeptical about how easy recruiting others into the lifestyle would be. Mrs. Baxter reminded both that neither of them led a dominant lifestyle until this summer and now both were accomplished female dominants. They nodded their heads. She turned to me. 

"Dave wasn't a submissive prior to meeting Jessica," she said. "Now he will do anything she asks, even accept punishments that are both humiliating and painful. No, I don't think recruitment will be an issue."

She had another big announcement to make. 

"We will be having some guests visiting over the July 4th holiday." She said. "As usual, Jessica's sisters will be arriving on the Monday before the holiday. They will be staying for about a week to ten days. Jan and Judy will be bringing their husbands with them. Joyce and Juanita will be by themselves. It will be good to have all of the family together for the holiday."

"That's great." Jessica said. "I haven't seen them since Christmas. We're going to have to throw a big party to celebrate."

"That's not the only news." Mrs. Baxter said. "I have set the date for the first LADIES Club meeting for Friday July 5th. That means the girls will get to attend as well. Joyce and Juanita are probably a little rusty so we may have to schedule a little practice session for them."

"I'm sure Dave will be glad to help them out." Jessica said. "Won't you Dave?" 

"Yes Ma'am Miss Jessica." Was all I could say.

"Finally" Mrs. Baxter concluded. "Dave's Mom will be coming to stay with us for a few weeks. She should arrive around July 1st. She can stay in the guest bedroom and the girls will occupy the second floor suite. It will be a little crowded, but I'm sure we will make do. If everyone is done eating, Dave has some cleaning to do. Let's head out to the pool and let him get busy. He can join us when he is done."

The following week was uneventful. Work at the Boutique was even more tolerable. I was still assisting Denise with the store's displays. Since I was no longer required to wear my punishment uniform and could wear normal male clothing, I was allowed to work on the first floor of the shop. I was used to waiting on 15 to 20 customers per day on the second floor, now I was waiting on ten times that amount. I didn't realize how popular the shop was. Denise stayed with me and answered most of the customer's questions. I had no training in fashion and by listening to Denise I learned quite a bit. 

By Saturday I was feeling a little more comfortable dealing with all the questions. I knew the names of various clothing types and intimates and was able to direct customers in the right direction. Occasionally I would have to accompany someone to the second floor and assist them in finding what they were looking for or demonstrate how a particular instrument was used. Mrs. Riley and Mayor Bowman came in on Saturday and I had to assist both ladies find several paddles and crops. Both wanted to test a variety of implements before making a purchase.

I set up my meeting with Prof. Williams for Monday July 2nd at her office. I gave her my progress report which she looked over. She wrote several comments on it and said she would talk about my performance with Ms. Winslow. She said I could meet her after the holiday to discuss any issues. I was glad we met in her office and not at her home. She remained professional during the meeting. 

I returned to the house after my meeting with Prof. Williams. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed a familiar vehicle was parked where I normally parked. My Mother had arrived and I knew a week from hell was getting ready to start.




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 07



My Mom was talking with Mrs. Baxter in the library when I got to the house. She got up and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was great seeing her but I was really apprehensive about what was going to happen. I sat and talked with both Mrs. Baxter and my mom for about an hour. Jessica came in and joined the conversation. It was approaching lunch time and Mrs. Baxter said I needed to get to work helping Hilda. She said I was free to eat with them in the dining room.

I set the table and went to the kitchen to help Hilda. I loaded the food cart and wheeled it into the dining room. I served the meals I had been taught and my mom was amazed at how well I performed.

"I never could get him to set the table at home." My Mom said. "You'll have to teach me your secrets for training him. It might come in handy some time."

The women laughed as I completed my duties, I sat down to eat with them, but didn't speak much unless directly asked a question.

"So Dave," my Mom said. "Ruth tells me she had to discipline you a couple of times. I hope it wasn't for anything serious. Did she take you over her knee like I did? Did you get an erection?"

I turned beet red. I couldn't talk to my mom about the things that had happened to me over the summer. It was too embarrassing, so I didn't answer. I simply grunted a little.

"Dave" Mrs. Baxter said. "Your mother asked you a question. Is that any way to speak to your mother? Since you can't tell her what happened, maybe a demonstration is in order. Fetch my paddle."

Reluctantly I retrieved the paddle that always hung on the wall in the library. My mom asked to see it and as she examined it she smiled.

"This is almost like mine." Mom said. "I bet his ass felt it when you were done with him."

"He most certainly did, Sue" Mrs. Baxter said. "And he did get an erection, at least initially, but by the time I was finished, he was crying like a baby. Now, what do you think is an appropriate number for his disrespect of you? I think 25 would be good."

"I don't know. 25 doesn't really sound like much of a punishment. That's about enough to get him excited." Sue Robinson said.

I couldn't believe my own mother was throwing me under the bus. She was holding the paddle and hitting her palm with it a couple of times.

"Oh Sue" Mrs. Baxter said. When we punish a naughty boy in this house, everyone participates. That means there will be 25 strokes each from me, Jessica, the cook Hilda and of course you. That's 100 strokes, and he better thank us for each one."

"Well, that sounds more appropriate. My Mom said. "Over the knee or the back of the chair?"

"Your choice" Mrs. Baxter replied.

Hilda was called into the room to assist with my punishment. Mrs. Baxter took me over her knee and I managed to count and thank her for each stroke. Hilda was next. She blistered my ass while bent over a chair. She got to administer 5 extra strokes as I was unable to keep count due to my crying. I was made to stand in the corner. I listened as Mrs. Baxter filled my mom in on all of the thing that had occurred over the summer. By the time she was finished I had recuperated enough to go over Jessica's lap.

Her paddling was not as painful as Hilda's, and my penis rubbing against her leg brought it back to life. When I got off of her lap I had an erection and my Mom was staring at it.

"Looks like some things never change" she said. "Over the back of this chair young man. To hell with the 25 strokes. You're getting 25 for not answering me earlier, 25 for having that erection in my presence and an additional 25 for each week that you didn't call me. That's three weeks in all or 75 more strokes. That's 150 strokes if my math is correct, and you better stay in place for each one. I'd hate to add any additional for breaking proper etiquette."

Mom was a different woman. I don't know if she was taking out her frustrations from the divorce on me or if she was imagining I was my dad and she was getting her revenge. Maybe she was worked up seeing the others paddling me. I endured it. All 150 strokes. I was crying by the time she was done, but managed to count each one without suffering a penalty. I was sent back to the corner.

"You're right Ruth" Mom said. "I imagined it was my ex bent over the chair and I had just caught him fucking that tramp in my bed. It felt good to beat him. I was finally able to let go of all the emotions I had locked up inside me. You're right. This was great therapy. I hope I didn't hurt him too much."

"Nonsense" Ruth Baxter replied. "The butt can take a lot more than people realize. Dave has received worse, and probably will again. Give him a minute in the corner there and he'll be good as new. Well, maybe a little bruised, but that will heal with time."

Hilda went back to the kitchen while the other ladies stood and watched the glow of my butt recede. I was told to remain naked for the rest of the day. They said the air would do me good. About 2 pm the doorbell rang. It was my responsibility to answer it. I opened it slightly trying to protect my identity. Standing there was a woman in her mid-thirties.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"I'm Joyce Baxter." She said. "My mother is expecting me."

Reluctantly I opened the door. She looked at me and smirked. I told her that her mother was in the library. She said she knew the way. She told me to get her luggage and take it up to her bedroom.

"The car is parked on the street. The keys are in it. The luggage is in the back." She said.

This meant that I would have to race out to her car, get the keys and open the rear hatch. I would then have to carry her luggage back up the sidewalk and up to her room. Of course, I was still naked and all of this was to be done in broad daylight. To make things worse, there were several of the Tri Sig sisters sunbathing on the front lawn across the street.

I made a mad dash. Fortunately I didn't attract any attention as the girls had their eyes shut soaking up some rays. I opened the door and grabbed the keys. I pushed the button that I thought would unlock the rear hatch, but instead, the panic alarm went off. The girls looked up and got an eyeful. So much for stealth.

The girls started clapping and yelling "streaker, streaker" which brought more attention to me. Several other girls came out of the sorority house. Some had their cell phones and were taking pictures. I grabbed all the luggage I could carry and headed back to the house. In all it took three trips to bring in all the luggage. Each time I scurried out to the car it seemed like more girls had come out to see what was going on. There were even girls from the other sorority houses looking to see what the commotion was. Fortunately, the police never showed up. Thank heaven for small miracles.

Joyce was the first of the sisters to show up. By late that evening her three sisters had arrived along with the two husbands. Joyce was the oldest. She was about 33 and single. She had dirty blond hair and was attractive despite being about 30 lbs. overweight. She had curves in most of the right places, only a little more so around the waist. She worked in a law office as an attorney somewhere in California. She had a no nonsense demeanor and was a devout feminist. 

Jan was 29 and had been married for four years. She was the tallest of the sisters, standing just over 6' tall in her bare feet. Today she was wearing 4" heals to make her height even more impressive. She was slim but not what you would call skinny. She worked as a political activist in the nation's capital and lived in the suburbs of Northern Virginia. Her husband's name was Joe, although she called him Josephine. He was at least 6" shorter than Jan and had a slight build. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt that looked decisively feminine. It would not surprise me if he was wearing woman's panties under his outer clothes. 

Juanita was 27 and was also single. Outside of Jessica, she was the prettiest of the sisters. She stood about 5'6" and may have weighed 110 lbs. She was a journalist living in Chicago. She was a member of several femdom groups and often attended play parties when not working. She had several submissives who served her on a regular basis but wasn't ready to settle down as her career was in high gear and she wasn't ready for the commitment of family life. 

Judy was 25. She had been married less than a year. Her husband's name was Rob. She was shorter than the other sisters barely reaching 5'4". What she lacked in height she made up for with her chest. Her tits were at least 44DD and were nearly popping out of the blouse she was wearing. She packed a few extra pounds around her middle and her ass was full. 

She had blond hair which I didn't believe was her natural color. Given her build she could easily be the star in some porn movie. She appeared to fit the stereotype of the dumb blond, but when she spoke she was articulate and witty. Her husband was a little taller than her but cowered in her presence. There was no doubt who ruled that nest. 

Tuesday I was off to the Boutique. Everyone there was in a good mood. It was Robin's birthday and the gang was going out after work to celebrate. They asked me to go but I told them I had to get home. I was a little behind on my daily assignments because of my meeting with Prof. Williams and the arrival of the family. I wanted to try and get caught up some this evening.

"Nonsense" Ms. Winslow said. "I'll give Ruth a call. I'm sure it will be alright."

Ms. Winslow caught up with me after lunch and said she had spoken to Ruth. She said everything was fine at home and Rob and Joe had volunteered to finish all the chores that needed to be completed. I could only imagine what 'volunteered' meant. Anyway, I was to meet the gang at Clyde's tonight after closing.

Clyde's was a bar just off of campus and was a popular hangout for college students during the school year. They offered cold and more importantly, cheap beer and nightly entertainment. The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. After work I went home to freshen up a little and then headed to the party. I hadn't been out since before classes ended and I was actually looking forward to a beer or two.

I arrived at Clyde's. There were 4 ladies sitting at the table that was arranged for at least 20. I noticed a few presents which made me feel bad as I didn't bring anything. 

"Don't worry about that" Ms. Winslow said. "I'm sure Robin with just be glad that you came."

Some of the other employees started arriving. It was apparent that I was not the only one to freshen up after work. These girls were dressed to impress. Some wore short skirts, others had on jeans that must have taken 10 minutes to wiggle into and a couple had on shorts that barely covered their beautiful ass cheeks. I was dressed in casual attire, jeans and a dressy t-shirt.

There was a mixture of girls from the shop and some I didn't know. Robin introduced me to the others but I really couldn't recall their names. We all ordered drinks and I offered to buy Robin a round since I didn't have a birthday present for her.

"Why don't you strip off those pants and give me what's between your legs" Robin joked. "I've already seen it, but would sure like to feel it too."

All of the girls burst out in laughter. I could see this was going to be a long night, especially after the alcohol started flowing. We talked for a while and Robin decided to open her presents before the band started and it got too crowded. She opened the first present which was from Ms. Winslow. She held it up. It was a paddle from the store. More laughter from the group.

It looked like a lot of the girls had shopped at the Boutique and a few caused the group to hoot and holler. Robin received several pairs of edible undies, a strap-on and a bag of clothespins. There was some intimate apparel and various lotions and creams. By the time she had unwrapped all the presents she had enough loot to open her own sex shop. Robin took all the goodies out to her car and returned in time to hear the band start up.

"Let's dance." she said.

I felt obligated to join her on the dance floor. She was a good dancer while I just moved my feet in beat with the music. We danced for a couple of songs then went back to the table to catch up on our drinks. I danced with most of the girls that night. Some were fast songs and others more of the bump and grind variety. Robin was all over me during a couple of the slower songs.

It was nearly midnight when Pam came in the door. Those who had to open the next day had left early, but there was still a group of 10 or 12 who were still there partying. Pam came over and started talking to Samantha. I had dated Pam the beginning of my sophomore year for a couple of weeks before dumping her. She was becoming too possessive and I wanted freedom to explore. She kept looking my way as she and Samantha talked. I got the feeling it would be best if I headed home, but before I could, Pam came over and started talking to me.

I wanted to be polite so I sat there and listened to her talk about what was going on in her life. I remained quiet, only answering questions when I dad to. She asked what I was doing here with all these women and I told her about Robin's birthday party.

"So you're not here with any of them?" she asked. "Then how about a dance. You know I've missed you."

I followed her to the dance floor. It was a slow song and seemed to go on forever. Pam's hands were all over me. She was rubbing my ass and even reached down and briefly fondled my cock. Being a normal, although kinky male, my cock had become erect. Pam smiled and put her arm around my neck. Soon she began kissing me and due to all the alcohol I had drunk, I accepted her tongue.

I guess we were making a bit of a scene on the dance floor because when I got back to the table several of the girls were giving me 'the look'. Every guy knows what the look is. It's that stare a woman gives when she's caught you doing something she thinks is wrong. It makes no difference if you can explain, in her mind you are guilty.

With Pam now sitting beside me and occasionally reaching under the table to get a discrete grope of my cock, I was stuck until closing time. Pam offered to give me a ride home, explaining I was too drunk to drive, but I told her I had arranged for transportation and would be fine. It was after 2am when I finally staggered into my apartment. Jessica was waiting for me there.

"You were supposed to be home by midnight." She yelled. "Look at you, you're drunk. Did you drive in that state? We will talk about this in the morning. Wait. What's that smell? Do I smell perfume? What have you been up to, mister?"

I woke up with a bit of a headache. I remembered why I quit drinking, the morning after sucked. I decided I had better put what happened last night in my notebook. I knew I was going to get hammered, and didn't want to do double jeopardy like that first Thursday night punishment session. I got cleaned up and headed to the kitchen to start my daily routine.

I served breakfast and ate in the kitchen. Rob and Joe came in and said they were supposed to help me clean today. I appreciated their help and we laid out a plan of action. I liked both of them. They told me of their lives as submissives which corresponded to what I had been going through. Although they only had to submit to their wives 24/7, they were occasionally loaned to friends or served at femdom parties that their wives attended.

Since it was a holiday, and we were able to finish our work early, we had most of the afternoon to lounge around the pool. We still had to wait on the women hand and foot, but there was still an opportunity to relax in the sun. My mom and I got together that afternoon and talked. It seems that Mrs. Baxter had filled her in on all the activities I had endured since school let out. At first my mom was upset, but then she remembered the magazines she had caught me reading and figured this was what I wanted.

Mrs. Baxter had been teaching her about female supremacy and provided her with websites and books that explained the benefits of a female led relationship. My mom said this was something that she wanted to experience for herself. She even said she got excited watching me get spanked and enjoyed the experience herself. She assured me that there would not perform anything sexual with me, only discipline and punishment when needed.

That evening I met with Mrs. Baxter and Jessica in the library. I explained the previous night's activities including what happened with Pam. I told her that Ms. Winslow had not told me about the midnight curfew.

"I guess we'll let the Ladies decide." Mrs. Baxter said. "We have cancelled this week's Thursday night house meeting since we are having our first LADIES Club meeting on Friday. Your name has been added to the agenda.

Chapter 19: The Ladies first party

Ms. Winslow gave me a half day off on Friday since I had to prepare for the party. Joe and Rob were busy cleaning when I got home and I pitched in to help them. They were more quiet than usual and to be honest, I didn't feel much like talking either. By the time the women started arriving that evening I was a nervous wreck.

At 7 pm Mrs. Baxter called the meeting to order. "I would like to thank everyone for coming." Mrs. Baxter said. "It looks like a large group for our first disciplinary session. We do have some guests tonight. First let me introduce my daughters Judy, Juanita, Joyce and Jan. Also here tonight as special guests we have Dave's mother who is visiting with me and several employees of Boutique le Femme, whom I hope will consider joining our group. Finally, we have a friend of Samantha's, Pamela Murphy. Please make our guests feel at home."

She announced that she, Bridget Campbell, Edna Williams, Mayor Doris Bowman and Pauline Riley had been elected to serve as the Mistresses of the high court. She also announced that Hilda Waugh, Mary Lou Wilson, Stephanie Charles, Priscilla Frazier, Tina Ambrose and Patricia Johnson had been appointed Dommes of Discipline.

"Next I would like to introduce tonight's boys. We have Joe and Rob who will be serving you tonight. There are also five boys who will be on trial. First is John Campbell, CEO of the Bank of Elliott; next to him is Judge Tom Riley; we have Roger Bowman, husband of Mayor Doris Bowman and finally Dave and Jim who you met last time."

"Before we get started with the trials," she continued. "Here is our 'male order catalogue'. It contains the names and vital statistics of the 25 males who have been approved by the high court. We currently have 15 singles and 10 who are in relationships with our members. Feel free to browse the listings and contact any that look interesting. Their vital statistics, contact information and limits are included. You will definitely want to bring one of them to our next party in two weeks. You will each get a copy of the book and updates as they become available. We might even put the information on line for your convenience."

Tonight's agenda includes the disciplinary trials of 5 of our boys. Following the trials, those found guilty will be sentenced to a punishment that will be carried out before the group. Following punishment, we will hold an educational session which all are invited to participate. Tonight's educational topic will be on use of clothespins and clamps. 

"Now, for the trial and sentencing portion of the evening." She said. "Each of the accused will be brought before the court and stripped naked. The accuser will present her case, including any evidence and witnesses she cares to produce. The male will then provide a defense, if any. The Court will take all evidence into consideration."

"After all cases have been heard, the court will pronounce sentence. The sentence will then be administered by the Dommes of Discipline, assisted as needed by the other ladies present."




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 07



The trials began. I looked on the faces of the ladies of the high court as one male after another pleaded their cases. The women looked unmoved by anything the males said. Some of the accusations included being late for dinner, not doing assigned chores, failure to satisfy, and having an erection without permission. None seemed to compare with the offenses I knew I would be charged with.

Jessica took the floor. I stood there naked, my hands behind my back. She charged me with breaking curfew, getting drunk, driving while intoxicated, and having an unauthorized erection and seduction of another woman in public. She presented her evidence which included testimony from those who were there and pictures of me and Pam kissing on the dance floor.

When Pam got up to testify she said she didn't know I was involved with anyone and she even asked if I was. She said that I wanted to resume the relationship we had earlier in the year. This was all a lie and I could see that Pam was out for revenge because I dumped her during the fall semester. I was getting evil looks from the court and I knew I had to set things right. When Pam told the court that we had dated for two weeks and that I fucked her then dumped her, I knew my ass was grass. What woman would not get pissed off at such an allegation?

The court listened to my side of the story but my accounting of the situation compared to the testimony of all the women there got me nowhere. All of the women from the party testified and I knew they were not there by coincidence. I guessed that Samantha had set me up again. Mine was the last case and the court retired to deliberate.

After about 30 minutes, during which time the wine flowed freely, the Court took their seats and was ready to pass judgment. John Campbell was first. He was sentenced to a paddling for being late for dinner tree times during the previous week. Each of the Dommes were to administer 10 strokes with the paddle for each occurrence. That would be 180 strokes. Following that, his wife Bridget was to administer 6 with the cane for each episode, a total 0f 18. 

John was led to a spanking bench that had been placed in the center of the room. The paddling began with John firmly secured to the bench. By the time Hilda was done, his ass was red and he was crying. Prof. Wilson was next and it looked like she hit as hard as Hilda. Stephanie Charles was next. I had only met her once. She was a nice looking blonde of average build. She was left handed and her strokes landed at a different angle form the previous two women. Nevertheless, she was effective.

The remaining three women followed in turn. None seemed to show any leniency in providing their punishment. By the end John was crying uncontrollable and begging for the punishment to end.

"Almost done." His wife Bridget said. "Just 3 sets of 6 with the cane. You know how you love the cane."

She administered her strokes to the pale skin just below the butt on the upper thigh. He howled and begged for her to stop. Her only response was "make sure your on time for dinner. Next time it will be worse."

Tom Riley was next. He was sentenced to a flogging for failure to complete all of his assigned chores. The flogging lasted for at least 20 minutes and his back was crimson colored by the time the women finished. He joined John standing in the corner. Jim was next. He was convicted of failure to satisfy Edith and Eleanor on demand.

He was taken to another corner and placed under a queening stool. His arms were locked to the legs of the stool and his face stuck through the opening in the seat. The seat was padded for the ladies comfort. The ladies were told that he would remain in that position for the rest of the party. The ladies were free to use him as they liked. A penis whip, flogger and riding crop were left with him in case the ladies felt a little inspiration was needed.

Roger Bowman was next. He was accused of having an unauthorized erection. Mayor Bowman said they were at a charity function when she noticed a bulge in her husband's pants. She had taken him to the patio where she confirmed the presence of an erection. He was sentenced to an evening with Kali. 

He was to wear the Kali's Teeth Chastity belt for the remainder of the evening while serving all the ladies appetizers and wine. He was given two blue pills and the women were encouraged to stimulate him whenever possible. The key was given to his wife Doris with the instructions that it was up to her when she would let him loose. Roger looked pale when he heard the sentence.

I was the only one left. To say I was a little scared would be an understatement. I stood there awaiting my sentence. Mrs. Baxter sat there staring at me for a few moments. The waiting was as bad as the punishment. At least I thought so at the time.

"Dave" she began. "You have been found guilty of several charges. First, for coming in after curfew you will receive 10 strokes with the paddle from each of the Dommes. Since your mother is with us tonight, I think it is appropriate for her to participate as well, and since Jessica was the person offended, she will also participate." 

"Second" she continued. "For the offense of drinking to excess, you will receive an additional 10 strokes and for the offense of driving while intoxicated you will receive 6 strokes with the cane from each of your disciplinarians. That's a total of 160 with the paddle and 48 with the cane."

"Now for Pam." She said. First we must address your previous conduct of using her and then dumping her. Pam will you come forward?"

Pam came forward. There was a pair of dice sitting on the table before the court. She was directed to pick up one of the dice and roll it. A three was showing when it stopped rolling. Pam was instructed to pick out the harness and dildo of her choice. She would be allowed to fuck my ass until she had achieved three orgasms. 

"Now, for trying to seduce her and getting an erection in public," Mrs. Baxter said. "I will have Pam administer a whipping of your cock. She will masturbate you to erection and then whip it away. She will repeat this two additional times for a total of three. Aren't you glad she didn't roll that 6?"

I couldn't believe all that I had heard. A paddling and caning rom 8 different women, including my mother; being fucked in the ass by a woman who was pissed at me followed by her whipping my cock. I was glad I didn't have any more charges to account for.

I had received a paddling from half of the women selected to paddle me, and I had seen the others in action earlier in the night. I was bent over the spanking bench that John Campbell had occupied earlier in the evening. I was strapped down tightly so I couldn't move. Stephanie Charles was first and she swung with enthusiasm. She didn't hit as hard as some of the other women, but it was adequate to redden my butt. 

Tina Ambrose was next. She was a heavy set woman of about 50. Her hair had started to turn from brown to grey and she wore glasses which hid some of her facial features. She reminded me of the pictures you see of a headmistress disciplining her students. She swung a little harder, or at least it seemed so to me. I was whimpering by the time she was finished.

I had taken so many spankings on my butt that I had developed some tolerance to the pain. Still 160 strokes followed by the cane was not going to be easy to bear. Priscilla Frazier went next followed by Patricia Johnson. Both women were large but not fat. Ms. Johnson was about 6' and Ms. Frazier looked to be 5'10". Both used their height as an advantage, swinging the paddle with their long arms increased the leverage and force of the impact. Hilda was next and my Mom was last to bat. Being punished by my mom was the worst, both from the humiliation, and from the pain. 

I was allowed to rest for a few minutes. Pam suggested that she be allowed to fuck my ass while I was recovering from the paddling. There was no objection from the ladies. Pam selected a dong that was a little longer than my own, probably 9 inches. It was much larger in girth, probably 3 inches in diameter. She lubed the cock and my asshole with plenty of lube and then she pushed forward. One trust and she was half in, another and her balls were hitting my ass. 

The pounding of her body against my ass intensified the pain from the paddling. I was still secured to the spanking bench so I was stuck there to accept what was being offered. Pam offered the other ladies an opportunity to use my mouth while she reamed my butt. Robin immediately volunteered. She turned around and presented her ass to me and I began licking. It took Pam about 20 minutes to achieve two of her three orgasms. She pulled out.

"Let's do the caning now. I'm getting tired and I want to have all of my strength when I fuck him one last time."

And so the caning began. I had only been caned one time and it was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling now. Each lady gave me six of her best. Some were experts causing 6 welts to appear across my butt. The welts were evenly spaced and stretched across both cheeks. 6 more were placed across my upper thigh. More were placed to intersect the previous strokes. Finally the last 6 were placed by my Mom. She wasn't as experienced and I think she actually showed me a little mercy.

Pam stepped up behind me again and invited Samantha to take the other end. Instead of having me orally service her, Samantha donned her own harness and pushed a fat rubber cock into my mouth. She thrust in time with Pam. I choked at first, unable to get into rhythm with the women. Finally Pam came for the third time. 

It was time for another short break. Several of the women had been visiting Jim. Eleanor was spanking his cock with the penis whip. It was like a mini flogger with strands of rawhide about 12 inches in length forming the business end. Jim's legs were spread with a spreader bar so that his cock and balls were completely exposed. With each stroke you could hear a grunt from Jim and Eleanor yell "deeper." It continued until Eleanor got off and I saw Judy get on. She used a riding crop but the effect was the same.

Roger Bowman was in tears. The Viagra was doing its thing and so was Kali. Kali was winning the battle. I was unstrapped from the spanking bench offered some water to drink. I had lost track of time but knew it had to be getting late. 

I was secured to a cross for the remainder of my punishment. Pam started stroking my cock. She was an expert and soon my cock was standing at attention. She continued stroking for a little while longer to make sure it was as hard as it could be. She then took the penis whip and swung just hard enough for me to feel. The anticipation was as bad as the impact. She continued giving me soft strokes and then began increasing the intensity. The longer she went the harder she hit. By the time she reached 50 I was totally limp and my cock hurt.

For the second round she took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it from head to balls. She played with my balls while she sucked. After a few minutes it started feeling wonderful and I developed a second erection. This time the pain was immediate. Her whip stuck hard and in a few strokes my cock was again limp. Pam changed tactics for the third erection. She started playing with my nipples as she massaged my balls. She left the cock alone since it was already sore. The combination of her stroking and massaging soon brought the desired results and I was once again sporting an erection.

She asked for a ruler and began spanking my cock with it. When it started to wilt she grabbed the head and pulled it taut and away from my body. She continued striking it over and over again until it was completely limp. When she let go it went somewhere to hide from this sadistic woman. Before she returned to her seat Pam whispered in my ear.

"I think I'm going to join this group. You will pay time and time again for dumping me. I'm going to be your worst nightmare." 

It was now about 11 pm. The punishments had started about 3 hours ago. I knew Jim and Roger were suffering continuously due to their predicaments. John and Tom had fared a little better by comparison. They stood quietly in the corner trying not to draw attention to themselves. 

There were about 35 to 40 women in attendance that night. Most had been sitting and watching, a few had been invited to participate while others had taken the initiative on their own. Mrs. Baxter was again addressing the group.

"We are now starting the interactive part of the evening. Until now, most of you have been sitting back, sipping wine and enjoying the show." Mrs. Baxter continued. "At least I hope you are enjoying the show."

There was a round of applause. A few of the women had been masturbating and there was the smell of sex in the air. 

"The next order of business is the educational seminar which, as I announced earlier, involves clamps and pins." She announced. "Tonight Pauline Riley will demonstrate ways to use pins and clamps to discipline your male. After the demonstration, you are free to practice on any of our male models."

Mrs. Riley started with pins and demonstrated all of the places clothespins could be attached. Her husband Tom was her model. She started with his nipples, applying several to that sensitive area. She placed them on his balls and along the shaft of his penis. The penis head was next. She even attached them to his pee slit. 

She told the ladies that the pins should not be left in place for too long as they could cut off circulation and cause permanent damage. She also indicated that leaving them on for prolonged periods caused numbness and defeated the purpose of applying them.

"Put them on and take them off." She said. It causes more pain, especially when you reattach them at a different angle."

She then applied pins to the eyebrows, earlobes, lips and tongue. She told the ladies they could attach pins about anywhere and cause pain. Next she talked about removal. She said they could be whipped off, which she demonstrated; pulled or twisted off, or simply released. She said the recirculation of blood to the area could be as painful as the application. 

She talked about zippers next and told of how intense the pain is when they are removed. Again she demonstrated. She then moved on to clamps talking about the various types available. She mentioned things that could be purchased at hardware or office supply stores. There were clover clamps and tweezers and alligator clips. She talked about weighted clamps and vibrating ones as well. Finally she demonstrated the tower of pain. 

The tower of pain was a device that attached to the nipples with cloverleaf clamps. It had a mechanism attached that pulled the nipple away from the body as a threaded rod was turned. The more the rod was turned the grater the pull and the more intense the pain. Once again she demonstrated. She concluded the demonstration by asking for questions.

"Feel free to try out various techniques. Try as many pins or clamps as you like. You can even have a competition to see who can attach the most pins to various parts of the male anatomy." She said.

It was now past midnight and some of the ladies started leaving. Mrs. Baxter thanked everyone for coming and announced she had saved a special ceremony for last. She asked me to step forward. I had a bad feeling. My body hurt from head to toe and I wasn't sure I could succumb to any additional torture. My cock still hurt from the penis whipping so I wasn't interested in sex either.

"Tonight, one of our males was convicted of multiple offenses affecting several of the ladies present. When this occurs, he is subjected to an additional torment, the 'Wheel of Torture'." 

She then explained the wheel of torture. It was a wheel similar to the one used on 'Wheel of Fortune'. It was divided into about 25 'slices' with each slice having 2 numbers printed on it. Around the outer edge  each the slice was numbered from 5 to 50. Around the inner hub they were numbered from 1 to 25. There was no correlation between the outer and inner number and each slice appeared to be numbered at random. Each slice also had a piece of Velcro attached. Several of the slices had cardboard signs attached. The signs read: Pick a card, lose your turn, Ladies choice, double up, and free spin.

I studied the wheel for a few minutes trying to figure it all out. Mrs. Baxter began explaining that she got the idea of this by watching the wheel of fortune. The contestant would spin the wheel and would win whatever 'prize' they landed on. Here the prizes were punishments.

"If the wheel landed on a number," she said. "The person spinning the wheel would roll one of the dice sitting on the table. The number rolled will determine what instrument will be used during the punishment. The available instruments are changeable. For tonight they are 1-paddle; 2-riding crop; 3-hairbrush; 4- flogger; 5- cane and 6- ladies choice. If the cane is used, the number of strokes correlates to the inside number (1-25), otherwise the outside number is used (5-50)."

She said the signs were added to give the wheel more flexibility. She said she had more signs that she could add or subtract depending on her mood and the severity of the desired punishment. She explained that when someone landed on one of the signed 'slices', they would follow the directions on the sign. For example, if a lady landed on 'pick a card' she would pick a card from the deck of cards that was also sitting on the table. She read one of the cards.

"Attach Clothespins. Spin the wheel again. Attach the number of clothespins indicated. Roll the dice to determine the length of time they are to remain attached. Remove them however you like."

She explained that the lady spinning the wheel would spin the wheel again. If she landed on 20, then 20 clothespins would be attached to the male's body. The lady would then roll the dice. If she rolled a 10, then the clothespins would remain attached for 10 minutes after the last clothespin had been applied. 

"I think you get the picture. There are 52 cards in the deck. Just like a regular deck of cards." She said. "Each one describes a different punishment. The wheel and the dice establish the parameters for the punishment.

"If you land on 'loose a turn' you forfeit your opportunity to administer a punishment." She continued. "Landing on 'double up' doubles the punishment. The spinner will spin again and the male will receive double the punishment indicated. The same applies when a lady lands on 'free spin'. In this case the lady earns an additional spin. She will spin once for her initial spin and then be given a second spin and opportunity to administer a second punishment. She may also give the second spin to one of the other ladies if she chooses."

I was standing next to Mrs. Baxter in front of the ladies who remained. There were still about 30 women present. Jessica had rolled out a device I had not seen before. I recognized it as a stocks, similar to those used for punishment in colonial times. There was an opening for my neck and wrists to go through. The height of the opening was adjustable and it was set so I was bent at the waist so my torso was parallel to the floor. The top half of the enclosure locked my head and wrists in place. I was effectively bent over with my ass totally exposed.

Next she produced a device she called a humbler. It was a wooden contraption that clamped around my ball sack trapping my balls away from my body. The humbler was designed to pull my balls back between my legs and lock them there. My cock was pointing straight down and my balls were stretched and vulnerable. Even if I hadn't been in the stocks I wouldn't have been able to stand up, less I lose my balls. I knew this would become a painful position to maintain.




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 07



"OK" Mrs. Baxter said. "All of you who were present at the party, along with Jessica and Sue Robinson are invited to participate. I think the Dommes of Discipline should participate also, and since I haven't had any fun yet, all of the High Court will also get a spin. That's a total of 24 women." 

She gave the women involved a piece of paper and told them to print their name on it. Jessica then passed a bowl around which each lady dropped their name into. After stirring the names, Mrs. Baxter pulled out the name of first contestant.

"Pam" she said. "You're up first."

Pam spun at the wheel landed on 20. She rolled one of the dice. It landed on a 2. Twenty strokes with the riding crop was announced and Pam administered them quickly. Pauline Riley was next. She got to pick a card. It was the 'Clothespin card'. She spun again with the wheel landing on 25. The roll of the dice totaled 11. She placed 25 pins on my cock and balls, then after 11 minutes whipped them off using a riding crop. I was howling in pain. Only 22 more to go.

One of the girl's from the party landed on 'loose a turn'. She was so disappointed. Robin spun next and landed on 'double up'. She spun again landing on 'take a card'. Mrs. Baxter explained that meant that Robin would be entitled to two cards. The Robin gave one of the cards to her friend who had lost her turn.

Robin's card read. "Roll both dice. The male is required to bring you to orgasm in any way you please. The number of orgasms is equivalent to the sum of dice. This must be completed by the next party or the male will be receive punishment."

Robin rolled the dice. Double 6's. She was entitled to 12 orgasms over the next two weeks. 

The other girl was one of the employees at the Boutique. Her card read "You have earned the services of this lowly male. Roll the dice to see how long he must serve you. She rolled the dice. I was hers for 8 hours. I learned later that she was Pam's roommate.

There were some more whipping and floggings. I received two canings and a "ladies choice" from Tina Ambrose. She chose the penis whip which she applied to my exposed balls.

Half of the women had gone. My mom was next to spin. She spun 'double up'. Her second spin landed on 50. 

"That's 100 stokes" she said. The roll was a 1. The paddle. My mom was going to paddle my butt 100 times in front of these ladies who were cheering her on. I was in tears when she finished.

Several more women landed on numbers earning me an additional paddling, cropping and two spankings with the hairbrush. All of the instruments had been used on me. By the time it was over, every inch of my body ached. Most was red or bruised. I still had to submit Pam's roommate for 8 hours and bring Robin to 12 orgasms before the next party. As the attendees left each one paddled or pinched me in some manner. I was left in the stocks until Mrs. Baxter released me in the morning. She made me service her to several orgasms before she let me go.



Dave Gets an Education Pt. 08



Chapter 20: Robin

Sunday was a day of rest for me. The women slept late as they had been up into the early hours of the morning. I awoke midafternoon but lay in bed until dinner time. I was confused and my body hurt. How could I allow these sadistic women to continue torturing my body and play with my mind? Sure, I was getting plenty of sex, but the payment I suffered made me wonder if it was worth it.

I thought about Jessica. Did she really love me or was she simply playing with my mind? Was this all a mind fuck by her; one day sweet and supportive and the next sadistic and calculating? She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met and certainly the richest as well. I would never have to work again if that is what I wanted, but what price would my body take?

I got up and went to the main house for dinner. Mrs. Baxter had ordered out, giving Hilda a break from her kitchen duties. All of the women were in the dining room when I arrived and I was invited to join them. The conversation centered on the party and the fun that all the women had. Juanita said that she would be taking some of the ideas back to Chicago with her and implement them at some of the Femdom parties she attended there. She really liked the idea of locking a male in the kali teeth bracelet and then feeding him Viagra and teasing him for the rest of the night. She also liked the use of the humbler in connection with the stocks to place a man in a vulnerable position. She gave me an evil look and asked her mom if we could experiment again before she left.

"We'll see dear" Mrs. Baxter replied. "If Dave has any transgressions to atone for on Thursday at our weekly punishment party we can certainly play with it then. Until then we must give Dave some time to recover. He did have a long night last night. I would recommend no corrective punishments before then. You can use him for pleasure if you like. Just write down any demerits and we will deal with them on Thursday."

Sunday evening was relatively peaceful. I waited on the ladies while we all lounged around the pool. I went to bed around 10 pm and most of the ladies were still lounging and gossiping when I left. Just after midnight I heard the door to my room open and saw a shadow approach me. It was Hilda. She had not visited for a long time, and frankly, I had hoped that she had lost interest.

"All of the activities last night got me really excited, and the conversation tonight was, well, stimulating. I think you are going to be my bitch tonight. Lucky for you, Mrs. Baxter said no punishment." She said. "That just means more time for pleasure. I expect 5 orgasms tonight, and you can be assured that I have my little book just in case you don't succeed."

I licked and sucked her entire body for several hours. First her feet, then her tits, pussy and finally her ass. I looked at the clock as I finally brought her to her 5th climax. 4 AM. I got up to use the bathroom as she slumped in exhaustion. When I returned she had strapped on a 10" dildo and was lubing it up. The length didn't bother me, it was the girth and the soreness in my ass from the party that had me worried.

"Time for your reward" she said. "I think you deserve at least two orgasms for the wonderful lip service you provided me. Bend over the edge of the bed, I want to penetrate you as deep as I can. Remember, this is for pleasure, not punishment."

She continued for well over an hour bringing me to 3 orgasms. She pushed slow and deep for a while, then short, rapid thrusts and finally she pushed all the way in and held it there. She varied the angles of her penetration and reached around to play with my cock and nipples. When she finished she pulled out and left the strap-on for me to clean.

"See you in a couple of hours, sweetie" she said as she closed the door behind her.

Monday's workload was rather light. There was still some mess to clean up from the party as well as my normal work but Joe and Rob were there to help me. We worked throughout the day and were done by 4 pm. We went out to the pool where most of the women were lounging.

"I'm having some guests over tonight." Mrs. Baxter said. "The Ladies of the High Court will be here about 7 pm to interview some perspective males for the group. We have 10 possibilities tonight and another 10 tomorrow and Wednesday. I really don't expect all of them to show up, but in case they do, we may need some help during the performance exam."

"Wow!" Joyce said. "That sounds like fun. Count me in."

Most of the others agreed. By 7 pm the five members of the High Court had arrived accompanies by Dr. Rosewood, Hilda, my Mom, and the five Baxter sisters. Megan and Anne had a previous engagement but promised to participate on Tuesday and Wednesday.

Mrs. Baxter explained that each male would complete an application which listed personal facts, limits and experience. They would then undergo a physical exam administered by Dr. Rosewood. Next, each male would be orally interviewed by the High Court. If the male passed that screening process, he would be given a performance exam. 

The performance exam consisted of serving one of the women for 30 minutes. Each woman would decide how she wanted to be served. After determining whether the male was capable of providing adequate service, the woman would then test his ability to take discipline. The woman would administer discipline for an additional 30 minutes. Any male who used his safe word during the performance test automatically failed the test and would be asked to leave.

"I will put the names of all the ladies who wish to participate in a bowl." Mrs. Baxter said. "Each male will select the name of a woman to serve. During his time with her, she will determine if he would make a suitable servant for the group. If she feels he is acceptable, she may endorse his application."

Mrs. Baxter continued. "Ladies, you are under no obligation to endorse any of the applicants tonight. Even if the male performs well, you may choose not to endorse him. If you like, you can make him come back for a second exam to help you to decide his worthiness. Anyway, he will need to get three endorsements on his application before the high court can approve his application."

For Joe, Rob and me it meant that all of the ladies would be busy for several hours which basically gave us a night off. The weather was great so we headed for the pool.

As we drank beer and enjoyed the weather we could hear the sounds of paddles striking flesh, of males moaning in pain and an occasional scream of ecstasy from several of the women. All we knew was it was better them than us.

Tuesday I went to work at the boutique. Robin approached me shortly after I got there and reminded me of my obligations to her. 

"12 orgasms!" she said. "And I want to start tonight after work. You're going home with me, and don't think you are going to give me a bunch of quickies. You will be making love to me all night. Maybe I will let you bring me to three or four orgasms tonight, maybe not. I will tell you that it's going to take three or four sessions for you to pay off your debt so figure on accompanying me home after work for your next three or four shifts."

I kind of liked Robin. She appeared to be more caring than some of the other women. I felt her interests in female domination lied more with controlling a man to pleasure her than having one to discipline. She could be just as strict when she needed to, but she didn't play the head games like some of the others. She was not as beautiful as some of the others, but she was cute in her own way. She carried a few extra pounds and had large melon-like breasts. She normally wore a blouse and skirt to work. The blouse bulged with each button straining to keep her breasts covered. Her skirt emphasized her butt which was a little larger than many men liked, but one I found stimulating.

She drove me to her home after work. We talked about work, her ambitions and her need to find someone who would satisfy her sexually. We arrived at her home after driving for 15 minutes. She fixed us a nice dinner and we continued talking. After dinner I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.

"You know," she said. "With the exception of that tongue fucking you gave me in the office a couple of weeks ago, I haven't been penetrated with anything other than my trusty fingers and dildo for over a year. I really loved the way you worshiped my pussy in the office, and when I rolled that double 6 at the party, well... I... just..."

"I understand." I said.

"I've been looking forward to this for a long, long time." She said. "Strip for me. NOW."

I did as ordered. She couldn't take her eyes off my cock even though she had seen it from every angle at the party and on several occasions at work. Her eyes had the look of a hungry lioness stalking her prey. She led me to her bedroom. I could tell tonight was to be a night full of lust.

She had me undress her slowly, kissing every bit of skin I exposed. When she was down to her bra and panties, I could see that she had some additional curves that her clothing had helped to conceal. Still, she was desirable if you likes women with a little extra padding. I continued to kiss and tease her until she demanded that I remove her last remaining clothing. With that my tongue went straight for her sex. 

I kissed her gently and tickled her inner thigh. I alternated licking and sucking her as my finger found her anus and slowly pushed. She moaned. I continued this teasing and stimulation for over 30 minutes, bringing her close then allowing her to calm down. I wanted this to be special for her and last as long as possible. After nearly an hour of oral stimulation she pulled my face into her pussy and held it there while she came with a passion. She screamed in pleasure. I'm sure the neighbors thought someone had been murdered and were calling the cops. But no one came knocking on the door.

The second orgasm came as the result of penile insertion. She was now thoroughly wet and excited and it was easy enough to slide into her. I was on top and penetrated her slowly. She was tight and I guessed she did not have a great deal of experience. When I was fully inside her, I paused letting her adjust to my size. After a few moments I began thrusting, slow long strokes. She was coming up to meet each thrust and after what seemed like an eternity she begged me to thrust hard and fast. I was happy to oblige her and after a short time we ejaculated together. 

We lay and cuddled for the longest time. I had recovered my strength but she just wanted to enjoy the moment. We lay in each other's arms until about 2 am. She rolled on top of me and mounted my cock. She wanted to be in control this time and she told me to just lay back and enjoy the ride. She varied her tempo, bringing herself near orgasm and then slowing down to cool off. Time and time again she prolonged her pleasure. She whispered in my ear.

"I'm off tomorrow so this can go on all night." She said.

I groaned a little as she continued to pound away. I think she smiled. She finally squirted. It was a heavy load and when she finished, she moved up to straddle my face so I could clean her up. It was 3 am and I was desperate for some sleep. 

About 5 am she woke me up from a sound sleep. She had fitted a dildo around her waist and was stroking it seductively. I knew what was coming.

"I've always wanted to do this" she said. "I bought this one especially for you. I've heard you are a size queen so I had Claire order this one especially for you. I want to feel you take its girth just like I took you earlier. It is only 12" long but as big around as a fist. I want it to feel like your first time and I'm the one busting your cherry. Turnover and get ready to be my bitch."

She was right. It was larger around than anything I had previously taken. Even Megan's monster was small in comparison. She lubed it and slowly pushed. She was gentle, just as I had been with her. It was finally in to the balls and I felt so full. I was certain I would never be the same again. She started moving. In and out. Long, slow strokes causing me to get aroused. It massaged my prostrate and my cock responded. She noticed and began stroking faster. Faster and faster she went. She jabbed hard, changed direction than jabbed again. My anus was on fire but my cock betrayed me. I came as she masturbated me. Even after I finished cumming she lay on top of me. Her weight pressing down and her cock filling me completely.

"That one doesn't count." She said. "I didn't orgasm."

I went to the bathroom and got cleaned up. When I returned to the bedroom she was on hands and knees with her legs spread and ass raised. I thought I was going to get to return the favor, but that was not to be.

"I think your tongue has recovered by now." She said. "I want you to lick me back there until I have my fourth orgasm."

She directed my efforts, slowing me down whenever she got close to orgasm. It took me over an hour before she finally had her fourth and final climax of the night. I looked at the clock. 8 am. Time to get up. At this rate it would take three nights of nonstop sex to fulfil my debt. I still had a full day of work to complete.

Chapter 21 The LADIES recruit new members

It was nearly 10 am when I finally got home. Joe and Bob were busy doing chores and I pitched in to help them. As I walked in the kitchen, Hilda gave me a look that said I was in trouble. She asked where I had been and why I had not called to tell her I would be late this morning. I was given a demerit for tardiness and another for not calling. Later in the day I was dusting the library when Juanita came in and decided to inspect my work. She performed the white glove test which I failed. I was awarded three demerits prior to her leaving. That was a total of 5 for the day. I hadn't received that many demerits since my first week.

I had finished serving dinner that night and was listening to the women discuss the interviews of the last two nights. Eight males had shown up the first night and five the second. One had used his safe word and was dismissed. The others had made it through the process but most had been required to serve four or five of the ladies before receiving the required endorsements.

Each of the men were required to stand in front of all the women naked. They were put in various poses and ask question about their experiences, reasons for being a submissive and expectations in serving a demanding woman. Each was bent over and a butt plug inserted in their ass. They were required to hold the plug in place while performing 20 deep knee squats. If the plug fell out, a larger one was inserted and the process repeated. Several had to repeat the exercise three or four times until a proper "fitting" plug was inserted. Physicals were next followed by the drawing of names.

Mrs. Baxter enjoyed the services of a 45 year old male by the name of Dan. He performed for her orally for the entire 30 minutes of service. She said he had a talented tongue which showed a lot of promise. During the discipline, she paddled and caned him until tears came to his eyes but he dutifully begged for more, even after the 30 minute time limit. She said she might even keep him as a personal pet.

My Mom interviewed a 28 year old male named Mark. She said he was well hung and new how to use it. She said she got off twice in the time allotted and he was ready for more when the discipline started. She said she used cloth pins on his nipples, cock and balls and took a crop to swat them off. She said he whimpered in pain and begged for mercy but never used his safe word. That, she said, really turned her on.

The others present told of similar stories. Those completing the process ranged from a 19 year old sophomore to a 55 year old businessman. All were local or lived within an hour of Elliott, and several either worked or attend classes at the college. Tonight, another 10 applicants were scheduled to be interviewed.

Thursday I was on edge. I knew I had received 5 demerits from the previous day. I couldn't afford any more. We assembled in the library. Mrs. Baxter and her five daughters were already sitting there. Hilda, Anne and Megan arrived soon after. My Mom was the last to arrive. Each of the males had earned some type of punishment for infractions during the week and had earned a paddling. Juanita asked about using the stocks again and Joyce wanted to use the humbler. Both got their way.

That night Bob received 25 swats with the paddle from each of the Baxter sisters while secured to the stocks. He was then be placed in the humbler for the rest of the evening. The humbler would force his balls behind his legs and keep him bent on all fours for the rest of the night. He would also have to service any of the women as directed.

Bob was locked in the stocks on his knees. His head and arms were placed through the openings which were set to the lowest level possible. This caused his ass to be upturned and in perfect position for the 125 strokes he was to receive. As each of the sisters tried to outperform each other, Bob's ass took on a deeper and deeper shade of red. To his credit Bob took each stroke and never uttered a cry for mercy.

Joe's sentence was next. He was to receive 25 strokes from Mrs. Baxter, Hilda, my mom, Anne and Megan. A total of another 125 strokes. He was to assume the same position as Bob and would be treated to the humbler when finished. 

I was next. I had twice as many demerits as Bob or Joe so I was worried as to my fate. Mrs. Baxter announced that I would receive 25 strokes from each of the women present. For my paddling the height of the holes for the head and arms was raised so my head was at waist level. During my punishment one of the ladies would back up to my face and bend over requiring me to service her ass. I then joined Bob and Joe on my knees for the rest of the evening. It was a long night.

I worked at the boutique on Friday and Saturday and accompanied Robin home each night. By Sunday morning I had fulfilled my obligation to her and now had to meet Pam's roommate for 8 hours of service. I arrived at the Theta Mu sorority house about 10 am. There seemed to be a lot of activity going on, especially for a Sunday in the summer. I knocked on the door and was met by Pam.

"Hello Dave" she said. "Today is cleanup day and all of the sisters have come to help get the house ready for the fall semester. You will be helping the sisters make repairs and clean the house. Allison is already inside. She can get you started. Remember, all of the sisters will be supervising you today. Each has a cute little paddle to make sure you stay busy."

I cleaned and dusted all of the rooms. There were about 20 of the sorority sisters present and each motivated me with their sorority paddle. By lunch I was exhausted and my butt was sore. By the end of the day I could barely stay awake. I was sore and could barely move and my poor butt was crimson red. Finally I had completed my obligations from the discipline party.

I got home Sunday evening to find that all of the visiting Baxter sisters had left. Mrs. Baxter and Jessica were sitting in the dining room and called me in to meet with them. She inspected my body and rubbed some ointment bruises that covered my butt.

"The last few weeks have been very trying for you" Mrs. Baxter said. "I am pleased with your performance and ability to serve and take discipline. Saturday is the next LADIES Club party and I want you in top shape to perform for the LADIES. I am sure that you will be in high demand. Therefore, I am giving you a week off to recuperate. Relax and enjoy it. Megan and Anne are off on vacation and Hilda is visiting her sister in Georgia. It will just be the three of us. Your mother is going to help out doing chores around here for the next few days so you are free do come and go as you please. Just be sure to mind your manners. You could still earn a demerit or two."




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 08



Monday and Tuesday I relaxed around the house. Wednesday I decided to head to the beach since I hadn't been there all summer. I hooked up with Jim and we made a day of it. Jim and I talked about all that had happened over the summer and how we had both changed. Jim told me of some of the nasty things Edna and her daughters made him do and how much he wanted to get out of his situation. I told him of some of the things I had endured and how confused I was about this lifestyle. We enjoyed our day away from the women. It was almost like old times.

Wednesday night there was another meeting of the High Court. This time they were interviewing perspective female members. Several of the new male applicants would be serving those in attendance. Mrs. Baxter said I wouldn't be needed and I decided it would be a good idea to spend the night in my apartment catching up on some needed sleep.

Mrs. Baxter greeted the members of the high court around 7 pm. Edna was the first to arrive. Bridget, Doris and Pauline arrived within the next 10 minutes. Pauline and Doris had brought their husbands, Tom and Roger to help with the interview process. They would be assisted by Dan and Mark. Dan had been serving Mrs. Baxter regularly since his interview the previous week and Mark had been serving my Mom. 

Mrs. Baxter explained that tonight Female applicants would be interviewed for the club. There were 10 applicants this month. Some were at the last party as guests, others had applied on line. 

The applicants were escorted to the basement. Each was given a copy of the rules and code of conduct for the club and completed an application. Each woman introduced themselves to the group. They told of their experiences, what they liked about female supremacy and some of the ways they liked to be served. They also provided insight into how they felt a submissive should be disciplined. 

Pam went first and told of how she had been used by men for sex and then discarded like an old dishrag. She said she wanted a man she could trust, and if being in control was what it took, then that was alright with her. 

"A man in chastity" she said, "was the only man she knew she could trust."

She was followed by my Mom who spoke of her experiences during marriage and the divorce that followed. She said men needed to be kept on a short leash and disciplined often. She said that she needed a male to serve and suffer for her, and the more he suffered the more she enjoyed it. Mark moaned a little.

Robin was next. She wanted someone who would be devoted to her 24 hours a day. She wanted to be able to control when and how she had sex. If he ever displeased her she knew that discipline was the best way to keep him in line. 

"Spare the rod, spoil the male" she said.

Pam's roommate followed Robin. She said she was primarily a Lesbian and felt men were only good to serve women as servants. She said that she and Pam were looking for a slut to serve their sorority and hoped to find one through the group. She felt that corporal punishment and humiliation were good ways to discipline a naughty male.

Mrs. Baxter's neighbor, Kim Saunders, was next. She was about 60 and a little overweight. She said she had been single since her husband died 2 years ago. She wanted a male who would be faithful to her and whom she could control at all times. She believed in enforced Chasity and corporal punishment. She said she still enjoyed oral sex but penetrative sex was no longer important; unless it was her doing the penetrating.

Denise Walker and Cindy Welch both worked at the boutique. Denise was a large woman who loved oral sex. She believed males should be worked hard and supervised constantly. Like the others she felt corporal punishment along with Chastity were the best ways to control a man. Her co-worker Cindy was a personnel manager, and knew how to apply discipline. She was about 40 and beginning to show her age. She hid it well but one could see the telltale signs of aging she tried to conceal with makeup. She said she enjoyed a long hard cock and was looking for a male who could bring her to 5 or 6 orgasms a night. She said she would keep her man caged at all time when not serving her and felt CBT served as a great punishment.

The eighth candidate had applied online. Her name was Barbara and she was extremely large. She was about six foot tall a weighed over 400 lbs. All of her features were large, but the largest was her ass. She said that Edna had told her about the group and although she didn't have any experience dominating a male, she liked the idea. She wanted to take her frustrations out on a male or two especially the assholes she had to deal with at work. Her favorite fantasy was to sit on some guy's face while reading a book or watching a movie. 

The final two applicants turned out to be the wives of businessmen in the community. They had both recently found out that their husbands were having affairs at work and they wanted to learn how to get even with them. 

My Mom spoke up and said "Beat their ass! It's great therapy." The entire room roared in laughter.

Mrs. Baxter stood and addressed the applicants. 

"Ladies, you will be given a scenario that requires the disciplining a male. You will be graded by the high court on the appropriateness of the punishment and your administration of it. Remember, the safety of your submissive is your responsibility. Any punishment considered too harsh will be overturned by the court and you will not be granted membership. Likewise, the punishment must be effective so those considered too lenient will not score well with the court. You have all the resources available here and can utilize any of the women present to assist you. Do you have any questions?" 

"Robin, you may go first." Mrs. Baxter said. "This is your scenario. You have purchased Roger at our monthly slave auction and assigned him to clean your house while you are at work. When you arrive home Roger is sitting on your couch watching golf. He says he has completed his work but you find numerous deficiencies. What would you do?"

Robin replied, "I would make him clean the entire house again, but only give him two hours to do it. I know it will be impossible for him to complete the assignment in the time allotted meaning he will be sure to fail. I will supervise him and keep track of everything he fails to complete properly. I will then let him know he will receive 10 strokes with the paddle for each item he failed to properly complete." 

"Very well" Mrs. Baxter said. "Carry out the punishment. Let's say 10 deficiencies were found."

"Roger" Robin said. "You have failed to clean my apartment as assigned. I have found 10 deficiencies so you will suffer 100 strokes from my paddle. You will count each one and thank me for disciplining you. When done you will clean my apartment again. Any deficiencies found will result in twice the punishment. We will continue until you get it right. Now, bend over this chair and bare that ass. Time for your punishment."

Robin administered 100 swats with a wooden paddle and Roger thanked her for each one. The ladies of the court applauded and told Robin well done. Pam was next.

"OK Pam" Mrs. Baxter said. "Let's say Dan was caught during a panty raid at your sorority. He was in your room sniffing your dirty panties when you arrive home from a party with your roommate. What would you do?"

"Hmmm, let me think." Pam replied. "I think I would make him pledge the sorority. Of course he wouldn't get in, but I would make him go through hell week with the other pledges. He would dress in female clothes for the week, perform any tasks requested by a sister or other pledge, and complete the initiation ceremony."

"What does that consist of?" Edna asked.

"Well," Pam said. "It's a series of tasks that each pledge must complete. First the pledges are lined up side by side. Each pledge is given a clothespin which she must hold in her mouth. We use metal pins which have been placed in a bowl of ice or wooden ones covered with the juice from hot peppers. Sometimes we cover them with cooking oil. The idea is to make the pins difficult or painful to hold in their mouth. The first pledge must place her clothespin on one of the nipples of the pledge next to her using only her mouth. If successful she then goes to the end of the line. The second pledge does the same to the next and so on." 

"Of course many of the pledges drop their clothespin while applying them or waiting to do so." She said. "Any of the pledges who drops their pin receives punishment. First, she has to pick it up with her mouth. This is often difficult and can be quite amusing. It often results in her dropping it again which results in further punishment. For each pin dropped, she earns an additional pin being placed somewhere on her body. Many of the pledges end up with a dozen or more pins strategically placed on their most sensitive parts."

"Very creative," Edna said. 

Pam continued. "The second task is the cock sucking contest. Each pledge is given a special dildo to suck. The dildos have a reservoir containing semen. When the pledges suck hard enough, the dildo releases its load into their mouth. The pledge continues sucking until the reservoir is empty. She is required to swallow all the semen. We use semen that the sisters have collected from their boyfriends which adds to the humiliation." 

"The final task is the gauntlet." She said. "All of the sisters line up in two rows with their paddles ready for action. The pledge master stands facing the rows of sisters. Each pledge crawls on hands and knees following the pledge master through the lines of paddle wielding sisters. The pledge master controls the pace and may speed up or slow down depending on her desires. She may also require the pledge to do various tasks before proceeding. Again, very entertaining unless you are the pledge."

"Nice," said Bridget Campbell. "I think some of our boys would enjoy hell week at some of the sororities."

"Interesting thought." Mrs. Baxter said. "OK Pam, you are the pledge master and the women assembled are your sisters. Take Dan through the gauntlet."

The ladies assembled into two lines. Pamela stood at the beginning of the line. She instructed the ladies to spread themselves so there was about 3 feet between each lady. They were staggered so each woman could swing freely. Pam said the more room there was between each woman, the more swings each will get. She directed Dan to get on hands and knees and bury his face in her ass.

"OK Dan" Pam said. "Each time your tongue pushes against my asshole I will take a step forward. The deeper and longer you push, the larger the step. Any time you 'come up for air' I will take a step backwards. Again, the longer the break, the larger the step. If you make me orgasm, I will stand still until the orgasm is over. The women are free to beat you as long as you remain in their range."

She then inserted a vibrating bullet in her cunt and turned it on. Dan pushed against her anus with his tongue and held it there for 10 seconds. She took a step forward and he felt his first pain of the evening. Edna had administered a swat to his ass with her paddle and was positioning to swing again. Dan quickly shoved his tongue as hard as I could into Pam's anus. He received an additional two swats before he was out of Edna's range. Sue Robinson was next. She got four or five swats in. Dan had crawled about 8 or 9 steps before he had to take a break for air. True to her word, Pam took a step backward allowing two women additional strokes. By the time he was half way through the line he had received about 30 swats. Each women would get about 4 to 5 swats before he moved out of range. He had to catch a breath every 4th or 5th woman, giving them extra opportunity at his unprotected butt.

Having gotten through half of the line, Dan noticed that Pam was starting to moan and was afraid she was nearing her orgasm. It was then he felt a powerful wallop to his butt. The stroke took the breath out of him and he had to pause for a moment. Dan glanced up to see Barbara, the 400 lb. woman smiling as she took aim for a second blow. It was then that Pam decided to have her orgasm. She grabbed Dan by the ears and pulled him into her ass as she bent over, spreading her legs and forcing his face deep into her ass. He could feel her pushing against his face yelling at him to stick his tongue deep into her. She continued in that position for what seemed like an eternity.

During this time Barbara took full advantage. She was busting his butt with all of her strength. Mrs. Baxter was on the other side doing her best to match blow for blow. Dan received about thirty blows from each woman before Pam started moving again. He was crying which made catching his breath difficult. Once again Pam stepped backwards and he was in Barbara's range once again. Dan pushed hard and long but Pam refused to move. Finally after another 20 swats she moved forward.

"Better not take any more breaks." she said. "I think Barbara is a natural."

Dan finished to gauntlet a few minutes later. He had received well over 100 swats to his behind. Pam turned to face him and pulled his face into her cunt. 

"Eat me now." She said. "Just think if we do this during pledge week and 40 or 50 sisters are in the line. Might even have you go through sucking each of the pledge's ass. Think you can handle 10 or so trips through the gauntlet?"

Sue Robinson was next. She was given the scenario of a naughty boy caught masturbating by his mother. She smiled and told the group that she would make the son masturbate to completion while she watched. She would take him to the living room and make him stand naked in the corner while she called several of her friends to help with the discipline.

"OK Sue, make it happen. Use Mark" said Mrs. Baxter.

Mark received 100 or so strokes each from my Mom and Mrs. Baxter. 

The other applicants were given similar scenarios. Some of the women preferred a caning or whipping to the paddle. One chose the leather strap. Other forms of punishment were also employed including nipple clamps and CBT. One of the male's penis was spanked by several of the ladies and one of the ladies applied the Kali's teeth to Tom's cock and then made him lick her to two orgasms. His cock tried to respond, but Kali once again won in the end.

The final applicant to go was Barbara. She was intentionally given the last scenario so she could watch and learn from the more experienced women. She was given the scenario of dealing with a male coworker who was demeaning the other women she worked with.

"How would you handle that?" Mrs. Baxter asked.

"Hmmm," Barbara said. "I think I would challenge him to some sort of competition with the looser being required to serve the winner for designated period of time. 

"OK girl," Mrs. Baxter said. "Make it happen. Roger, you're up."

"Roger," Barbara began. "I challenge you to a wrestling match. The match will continue until one wrestler submits to the other. When submitting, the looser agrees to the terms set by the winner."

Roger had no choice but to agree. He was not a large man and there was little doubt that he would lose to this SSBBW. The match began and they sparred for several minutes with each trying to get an advantageous position. Roger couldn't move Barbara. He was no match for her physical size. Barbara got Roger in a head lock and forced him to the floor. She managed to get his head locked between her legs so that the only think he could see or smell was her sex. She was squeezing with her legs but he refused to submit. She grabbed him by the balls and squeezed. He fought valiantly but ultimately submitted.

Barbara looked at Roger and said "Your penalty for losing will be an hour of licking my asshole. If you get an erection during the hour you will also receive further punishment."

Roger had no choice but to agree.

"Wow" Mrs. Baxter said. "Well done. Roger, time for you to pay up. I have a queening stool over here that you can use. Just secure his head under the opening in the seat. You can adjust the height of his head so his face is just above the level of the seat. When you sit down you will force his face up into your ass. Once smothered, I am sure he will do anything you ask. Just be sure to let him breathe every now and again."

Roger was secured to the seat. His hands secured to a collar placed around his neck. The collar kept him from moving his face from side to side. He looked up through the opening in the seat and saw the large ass of this mammoth woman descending toward his face. She sat placing her full weight on the seat. He couldn't breathe. He squirmed and gasped for air for nearly a minute but she didn't budge.

Finally she said. "I'm going to sit right here until I feel that tongue of yours push against my asshole. Then maybe I will allow you to breathe."

Roger opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He had to work it up a down her crack before he finally found her rosebud. He pushed and she moaned. After a few moments she shifted slightly and he got a little air. He sucked it in gratefully but after a couple of gasps she was back on him. This time as she sat she reached behind her to spread her large cheeks and his tongue sank deeper into her crevice, and into her anus.

Barbara said she hoped he liked her taste as he would be spending the next hour cleaning her back there. He continued to squirm while the ladies looked on. After about 30 minutes had passes Barbara looked around the room and asked if any of the ladies would like to help her by masturbating Roger to orgasm. Pauline volunteered.

"Masturbate him for me" Barbara said. "I want him to get an erection so I have a reason to punish him."

Pauline went to work. As she masturbated Roger's penis, Barbara rubbed her ass up and down his face. She climaxed 10 minutes later, making him swallow every bit of her juice. She looked down at his cock. The combination of Pauline's manipulations and the smell of female sex had taken its toll. Roger's cock was now standing at attention. Barbara smiled.

"I told you erections would be punished." Barbara said. 

She sealed herself on Roger's mouth and began peeing. Roger coughed and gaged but had to accept Barbara's offering. It seemed liked she peed for 5 minutes and when she was finished she had Roger lick her clean. The hour was nearly up but she remained seated, determined to use Roger for the entire 60 minutes.

"Thanks Pauline" Barbara said. "I always wanted to piss on a guy."



Dave Gets an Education Pt. 09



Chapter 22: The auction 

The remainder of the week passed quickly. I enjoyed my leisure time and rested as much as possible. I worked at the boutique on Friday. It was a slow day. During lunch Cindy, Denise and Robin told me they had all been accepted into the club and how excited they had gotten during their interview process. They recounted how each of the applicants had been given a scenario where they disciplined one of the males and how they had enjoyed participating in the gauntlet. They said they would be at the party on Saturday and were looking forward to using me and the other males.

"Let's buy some new outfits for the occasion." Robin said.

"OK" Cindy replied. "I need some new toys, too. Dave, can you demonstrate some of the paddles for me after lunch? I want to make sure I get one that will get the guys' attention."

"I think I need a queening stool." Denise said. "Cindy, send Dave over when you get done with him. He can demonstrate a couple for me since we're not busy."

Saturday came and I did some cleaning in preparation for the party. Mrs. Baxter hired a caterer to prepare all the food and drink. All the males had to do was serve. Mrs. Baxter said that there were 20 new male servants available and 10 new female members. I knew Dan and Mark since they had been helping out at the house all week, but hadn't met the other new males. Of the new female members, I had met all but three. 

Guests started arriving about 7 pm. Each of the males present was escorted by a female handler. Some were the husband or boyfriend of one of the female members. Others, like me, were the servant of one of the women. The remainder were males recruited by the group to be servants and selected by the women to be their servant for the night. Some of the women came alone and were looking for a male to use. Jessica was my handler for the evening, but she saw to it that I was available to be used by any of the guests.

The males wore wrist bands which indicated their availability. I wore a green one, as did some of the other males. This meant that when not actively serving a female, I was available to be used by any of the women present in any manner they desired. Other males wore yellow bands which meant they could be used on a limited basis as determined by his handler. Those who wore red wrist bands were off limits and could only serve the woman who brought him. Only a few wore red.

Ladies could use any of the available males for a maximum of 30 minutes. This allowed the males to be used by more than one female and ensured that everyone had an opportunity to play. Occasionally a couple of the women would pool their time and a male would have to serve two or three women as a group.

By 8 pm the party was in full swing. The ladies were eating and drinking while the males served. There were about 50 in attendance. Mrs. Baxter had limited the number of guests for this party to give everyone ample space to play. As the night progressed the ladies became more demanding and their inhibitions decreased with the amount of wine they drank. All of the males served naked. The room was filled with the smell of sex as the women used whatever free male was available to satisfy their carnal needs. Oral sex was preferred over penile penetration by most of the women. 

Several of the women had donned strap-on cocks and were using them on both the male servants and female guests, some of who were bisexual. The entire basement was the scene of a full blown orgy, only it was the female who initiated all of the activity.

A few of the women were using whips or paddles to spur on their male servant, and others enjoyed inflicting pain just for their amusement. Unlike the previous party where pain and discipline were the focus of the entertainment, the theme of this party was the pleasuring of the females in any manner they chose.

About 1 am things began to wind down. The males were exhausted and most of the women were satisfied. I had given Robin and Cindy several orgasms during the evening and Denise had two orgasms while she queened me for 30 minutes. Mrs. Saunders enjoyed the use of my tongue during my time with her and promised to be a frequent visitor to the house. I served several other ladies during the evening and received a harsh spanking when one lady said I failed to satisfy her even though she had two orgasms.

Mrs. Baxter and Jessica were the perfect hosts, directing males to serve those who had come alone or who appeared to be in need of a little male attention. Neither participated in play during the night preferring to ensure that all of the female guests had a wonderful time.

The final event of the night was the slave auction. Several of the males had been offered by their handlers to be auctioned. Half of the money raised went to the Club. The remainder went to the handler as an incentive to offer their male for auction. Jessica had offered my services, without restriction, to serve for one week. Other males were offered with various restrictions placed by their handlers. Most would only be required to serve for 24 or 48 hours.

I was purchased by Clair Winslow. Jessica placed a collar around my neck and attached a leash which she handed to Claire.

"He's yours for the week." Jessica said. "I'll be out of town on vacation until next Saturday. I needed someone to watch after him while I am gone, so this was a great opportunity to raise a little money for the group. Bring him back sometime next Sunday."

Chapter 23: Claire Winslow

Mrs. Winslow led me out of the basement by the leash. I had only been leashed one time, that being during the first week of my servitude. I found the experience as humiliating as any I had endured. Especially when performed before all of these women who knew I belonged to Jessica. 

I arrived at Mrs. Winslow's house after a 20 minute drive. She led me into the house and down to her basement. I looked around and found a fully equipped dungeon. She led me to a cage and had me crawl in. She locked the door behind me and told me we would get better acquainted in the morning. She left, turning out the light behind her. Despite being uncomfortable and humiliated being caged like an animal, I was able to fall asleep due to my exhausted state.

I woke the next morning to the sounds of heels on the steps leading to the basement. Mrs. Winslow turned on the light and I adjusted my eyes to the sight before me. She was accompanied by two younger women who appeared to be in their late twenties to early thirties. Neither wore much clothing, just enough to protect their modesty.

Mrs. Winslow was about 45. She had dark hair and a nice figure for a woman of her age. She was about 5'8" and weighed about 150 lbs. Her tits stood firm, even without the bra that she obviously was not wearing. She wore shorts that she filled out nicely, even though they fit a little tight in the ass.

She introduced the woman to her left as Mia. Mia was obvious Asian. She had long, straight black hair and a china doll face. Her body was tall for an Asian woman but slender. Her features were all diminutive and she kept her gaze pointed to the floor.

The woman to Mrs. Winslow's right was about 5'4" but her body was large. I guess she weighed about 240 lbs. She had blond hair that was shoulder length. She wore glasses and had a full round face. Her tits were large and floppy. She had a belly of jello that bounced with each step she made and her ass was large and flabby. Her name was Cher.

"These are my slave girls." Mrs. Winslow said. "I enjoy a woman's touch and these girls live here and serve me. They are true lesbians and have no need for a man's cock. However, they do enjoy using a man's cock for other things and occasionally enjoy the feeling of a man's tongue. Of course, the man has to be dressed as a woman for them to get off. I have bought you as a treat for them this week. You will serve them just as you will serve me. They are free to use you, and punish you in any way they please. I will warn you, when given the opportunity to assume the dominant role they can become sadistic." 

Mia let me out of the cage and led me up the stairs. They took me to the bathroom and shaved all my hair from my head down. They then took hair remover and applied it to my body to ensure that all traces of my hair were gone. 

They inserted an anal dilator. This was a metal device about two inches in diameter and about 5 inches long that was shoved in my asshole. It had a handle that, when turned, expanded the diameter of the device inside of me. Mia turned it again and again before checking the fit. She turned it several more times and tested it again. Finally, when I felt as if I had been impaled on a baseball bat, she stopped and removed the handle, locking it in place.

They also needed to do something about my cock and balls. They placed a strap behind my balls which was attached to a series of metal rings. My cock was pushed through the rings and the strap was tightened around my balls and preventing me from pulling my cock out. They attached a strap to my new cock cage and another around my waist. They pulled on one until it had forced my cock back between my legs and up toward my anus. They secured it to the strap around my waist, holding it in place. My balls were now crushed and separated. Any possibility of an erection was out of the question.

They had me bend over and touch my toes. The strain on my balls was nearly unbearable. Jumping jacks followed and then deep knee bends. When I was done, they tightened the straps again. It was now time to get dressed.

Cher handed me a pair of female thong panties and bra to put on. They were both on the small side but I managed to get them on. Next came a short skirt which I was sure would bare all every time I bent over. A halter top was next. They looked me over and decided I looked acceptable. Next were the shoes. She had me put on shoes with six inch heels. A strap went around my ankles which she locked in place. 

Here I was dressed as a woman but obviously a man. The short skirt was tight fitting and limited my movement. My cock and balls ached from their confinement and to top things off, Mia told me to follow her outside.

When I opened the door I saw that I was in a residential neighborhood with houses on both sides and across the street. Traffic was moving along the street and there were several people walking on the sidewalk. I was instructed to get the lawn mower out of the garage and mow the lawn. When done, I was to take the sheers and trim up around the shrubs. Finally, I was to pull the weeds from the flower beds around the house and along the street. 

I looked around at what needed to be done and realized it would take most of the day. I also knew that the trimming and weeding would require me to bend over, exposing myself to anyone passing by. 

Before she left, Mia told me that if any women asked why I was dressed this way, I was to tell her that Mrs. Winslow had bought me at charity auction and that I had to do as she said for the next week. Mia then left me to my work.

As the morning progressed I saw people working in their yard and walking along the street. I heard an occasional whistle or the honking of a car horn as vehicles passed by. I ignored them. As I finished mowing the front yard I thought the side and back yards would offer a little protection from the neighbors. When I made it to the back yard I enjoyed a bit of peace and quiet as none of the neighbors were outside. The back yard was not fenced, so it was possible that I was being watched from within the houses, but I really didn't care about that.

Next was the trimming and weeding. I went back to the front yard and decided to keep my back to the street as much as possible. I would be exposing myself, but at least no one could see my face. The work near the house wasn't too bad but when it was time to work near the street I became more nervous. There was no way I could hide and it was more likely that someone would stop and ask what I was doing.

I had been working by the street for about 15 minutes when I heard a woman clear her throat. I ignored her.

"Excuse me, ah, young man." The woman said. "Can you tell me why you are dressed that way?" 

I told her what I had been instructed and she looked puzzled.

"You mean you have to do whatever Claire says for the entire week?" She replied.

"Yes, ma'am." I told her.

The woman smiled and went up the sidewalk to knock on Claire's door. Mia answered and soon Claire came to the door. The women spook for a few moments and occasionally looked over towards me. I saw Claire smile as the woman turned to walk away. 

"See you tomorrow." She said as she passed me.

Several other women stopped as I continued work. I told them the same story when asked what I was doing. Most smiled or giggled and told me to enjoy my work. Several, who appeared to be neighbors went to talk with Claire. I was glad when I finished the front yard and could head around back.

When I got to the back yard I wasn't as happy. There were several women sunning themselves next door. They were lying face down so I worked quietly in hopes they would not notice me before I finished. I had been working about 20 minutes when one got up to go inside. As she looked over I recognized her.

"Hi Dave" Cindy said. "Funny meeting you here."

She knew that Claire Winslow had purchased me for the week, so I assumed that she was out there just waiting for me.

"You know Denise and Dawn from work." She continued. "We live here next to Claire. Makes carpooling easier. I guess you will be hanging around for the next week. I'm sure we will be seeing a lot of you. Got to go now. Don't get sunburn. Those lines will be hard to hide."

I hadn't thought of that. The tan lines, or burn marks will certainly be noticeable to everyone when I am naked. Just another humiliation.

I finished my work outside and put everything away by 3 pm. I went inside to find Mrs. Winslow and Mia making out in the living room. Cher was tied to a chair with nipple clamps attached to her massive breasts. I stood there and watched the show for a few minutes before Mrs. Winslow looked up to see me.

"Who gave you permission to watch?" she said. Go down to the basement and get across the spanking bench. I will be down when I am through here.

He spanking bench was similar to a vaulting horse used in gymnastics. It was about waist high and padded. It was also attached to the floor. I had been lying over it for about 30 minutes when the three women came down. She had me stand on one side of the device and lean over at the waist. She pulled me over a little further until she could attach my wrists to my ankles. She then tool a bar and separated my legs so my feet were three feet apart. She secured them to the legs of the device. I was spread eagle and doubled over with my feet and hands off the floor. I couldn't move and the pressure on my balls and cock was intensified by the position I was in.

The strap was removed from between my legs but my cock remained trapped where it was. The thong provided no padding as the first stroke from her leather strap reddened my ass. She had administered about 10 strokes when the doorbell rang. Mia went to answer it. She returned a few minutes later with Cindy, Denise and Dawn.

"Dave has some friends who came over to play with him." She said. "Is that ok?"

"Sure" Mrs. Winslow said. "Someone can grab a flogger and use it on his back while I take care of his ass. Cher, how long was he watching us? I want to give him 10 strokes for each minute of pleasure he had."

"Oh. I'm not sure Mrs. Winslow." Cher said. "It seemed like about 15 minutes to me."

"That's a lie" I blurted out mistakenly. "It wasn't more than 5 minutes."

"Cher, are you lying to me?" Mrs. Winslow asked

"No ma'am" the girl replied. "It may have been only 5 minutes but it certainly felt like 15 with those clamps on my tits."

"Very well." Mrs. Winslow said. "When I finish my 150 lashes he will be all yours to deal with. I can't have a male call one of my prized girls a liar."

A dildo gag was placed in my mouth so I was unable to protest. Mrs. Winslow completed her 150 lashes and handed the strap to Cher. Instead of taking it she put it back on the wall and retrieved a cane from the basket in the corner.

"I think thirty with the cane will provide a nice reminder not to accuse any woman of lying." Cher said.

She swung the cane through the air and it landed on the crease between my ass and thigh. I cried out but no sound could be heard. I was already crying. 29 more to go. When Cher was finished she handed the cane to Mia. Mia was an expert with it and laid on thirty additional strokes each producing a line across my ass, each being about ½ inch apart. 

During this time the neighbor girls had been flogging away at my back and shoulders. When all had finished the women left leaving me tied to the horse. This was only Sunday. I had the entire week ahead of me.

The women returned about 6 pm. They looked flushed and my guess was they had been having some fun together upstairs. They released me from my bonds and led me upstairs where a nice dinner had been prepared. I ate standing up while the others sat at the dining room table. After diner Mia and Cher cleaned up while I was taken to one of the bedrooms. I was tied spread eagle on my back. Fortunately the bed was soft and was not that uncomfortable, even to my whipped back.

Denise got up onto the bed and planted her fat ass on my face. She sat with her legs spread open with her weight pressed onto my face. She told me to lick her as she spread her cheeks to give me better access. I ate her to multiple orgasms.

Cindy was next. My ordeal was repeated and an hour later she finally lifted herself off of me.

Dawn had been watching the entire time. She had never done anything like this. She was a beautiful red headed woman who appeared to be about 25. She was tall, nearly 6 foot and weighed about 135 lbs. She was well proportioned and appeared to work out regularly in the gym. 

When she sat she turned around so my nose was in her pussy while my tongue was impaled in her ass. She grabbed my hair and leaned back pulling my head off the bed. She slid her legs under my head and crossed them. I was now in a head lock and at the mercy of her legs. She pulled my head up again as she squeezed. It felt as if my head would pop.

"Rub your nose in it" she said. "Stick that tongue up my ass and rub your nose in my pussy. Make me cum all over your face. Make me shoot hard. That's right. Lick! Push... Harder."

Finally she shot. It covered my nose and ran down my face. All I could smell was her sex. It was as if she was marking her territory. I was panting and exhausted as the three neighbors got up to leave.

"See you tomorrow at work" they said as they left.

I was confused. Tomorrow was Monday and I was not scheduled to work at the boutique. When Mrs. Winslow came in I asked her about it. She said that since she had paid good money for my services she might as well use me at work as well. She said I would be working at the boutique each day this week and that she would do her best to keep me busy.

Mrs. Winslow left and Cher came into the room a few minutes later. It was her bedroom that I was in and her bed that I was occupying. She told me that she was going to use my tongue for the rest of the night since Mia was spending the night with Claire.

I begged her to let me use the bathroom since I hadn't gone all day and my stomach was cramping. She said she would let me go but first I had to kiss and massage her feet. 30 minutes later she was releasing me from my confinements. My ass felt empty after the day with the dilator.

I spent the night with Cher. She attached a head harness to my head which she attached to a belt she wore. The result was my head was forced to remain between her legs. Several times during the night she encouraged me to tongue her to orgasm. I didn't sleep much and by morning I was exhausted. My tongue was raw and swollen.




Dave Gets an Education Pt. 09



I accompanied Mrs. Winslow and the girls to work on Monday. I was dressed in a sheer white blouse and another tight fitting skirt. The panties and bra I wore were black and clearly visible under my clothes. My cock was again secured between my legs but at least they did not insert the anal dilator. My asshole was still sore from its use on Sunday.

I was forced to work on the sales floor all day. I was to tell anyone that asked that I had lost a bet with Mrs. Winslow so I had to dress as a woman all week. The women loved it. They made jokes about how much of a sissy I was or how they would love to use me if they got a chance.

Whenever Mrs. Winslow heard one of these comments she would simply say.

"She is such a slut, but if you want to use her, go ahead and use one of the fitting rooms. She does wonders with her tongue."

The women were left to wonder if Claire was serious or not. On several occasions they took her up on her offer. These were typically older women who hadn't had sex in years. Many were overweight and undesirable. By the end of the day 10 customers left the store with a smile on their face. 

"A happy customer spends more money." Mrs. Winslow said as we left for the ride home.

When we got home Mrs. Winslow's neighbor was waiting for us. She was a forty year old woman with average body. She looked at me with hungry eyes.

This is my neighbor Mrs. Collins. Her husband died last year and she has been feeling lonely. She told me she needs some male companionship so I offered your services for the night. Be back here at 8 am ready for work. Take tomorrow's clothes with you. Judy can help you get ready in the morning.

That night I brought Judy Collins to a half dozen orgasm. She wanted my cock in her and every time I ejaculated I had to clean my mess. After not getting any sleep the previous night and working all day today, I could barely stay awake. When Judy woke me in the morning I reluctantly got up.

First my package was secured and then I put on my red panties and bra. Today I wore regular panties that had the words "Spank Me" across the rear. The bra had holes for my nipples and had the message "Pinch me" across the front. Judy couldn't help but do both. My clothes consisted of a one piece dress which was shorter than any of the skirts I had previously worn. It was tight fitting at the waist and had straps which normally would go over the shoulders to hold up the top. Judy pulled the straps off the shoulders so the only thing holding the top up was my bra and the nipples that stuck through it.

I had to walk to Mrs. Winslow's like that. Fortunately no one was out that early in the morning, although several honked their horn as they passed by. Mrs. Winslow loved my outfit but warned me that if my top fell down I would have to leave it down until I could get someone to pull it up for me. Work on Tuesday was busy. I had merchandise to put away prior to the store opening and customers were in and out all day. My top was constantly falling down every time I bent over. Finally Mrs. Winslow told me to leave it down exposing my nipples, the bra and the message on it.

My nipples were pinched throughout the day by customers and occasionally by some of the employees. Several customers thought it would be fun to attach nipple clamps, which they did. When the pain became unbearable I had to ask one of the girls to remove them and a new wave of pain would hit me. Customers found this very entertaining. We sold a lot of nipple clamps that day.

Every time I reached for something overhead or bent over my panties were visible. Whenever someone saw what was printed I would receive a little slap on the ass. The slaps given by the employee were a bit harder than those of the customers. Whenever Claire saw the panties she told me to stay there. She fetched a paddle and everyone in the store got a swing with it. With 12 employees working that meant a minimum of 12 swats. Several times there were a dozen or more customers shopping. They were all invited to use the paddle and many gave a pinch as well. It seemed like I spent a considerable part of the day bending over or reaching for one thing or another.

When we got home on Tuesday I was given the night to recuperate. I hadn't had more than a couple hours of sleep over the past 3 days. I was sent to the basement and into the cage. I slept until morning.

Wednesday I did not have to go to the boutique. I was given to Mia for the day. She took my cock and tied it tightly with wet rawhide. She did the same to my balls, pulling them down and separating them. She then had me do the housework that she normally did. She supervised with a strap for a couple of hours and then went to take a nap until after lunch. As the rawhide dried, it shrunk tightening itself on my cock and balls.

"Hmm," she said when she inspected me following her nap. "A penis in its proper place."

She took me to the basement and tied me to the horse. She got a strap-on that was hanging on the wall. She used it on my ass for over an hour before heading upstairs for a snack. She returned about 30 minutes later and switched dongs, replacing the one she was using with a double headed one. She impaled herself with one and me with the other. She continued ramming me for another hour before releasing me from my bonds. She went to make dinner while I cleaned her equipment. That night I wore the same head harness except this time it was attached to Mia and she was again wearing a strap-on. I sucked her dick all night.

Thursday I was back at the boutique. Claire saw that I could bare stay awake after the night with Mia.

"Was Mia too much for you? She asked. "No problem, today I'll let you relax a little."

She had Denise take me upstairs and place me in one of the fitting rooms. She placed me on a narrow bench and secured a queening stool above my face. She adjusted it so my head extended above the opening for the seat and told me I was free to take a nap if I wanted. When she left I could see the door to the fitting room had been left open. She read me what was written on the sign just outside the door. It read "Free queening demo today. Get a 10.00 gift certificate for participating in our 10 minute demo. Must be 21 to enter."

I hoped there wouldn't be many customers today, but even if it was only the employees using me, I knew it would be a long day. Before the store was open Cindy and Denise had both hopped on for a ride. I knew the rest would take their turn before the night was over. I had been used by three or four customers by 10 am. It was then that Barbara came into the store. She looked at the sign and smiled.

"I came in looking for a queening stool." She told Cindy. "But I'm not sure 10 minutes is much of a test. I want to make sure the seat is comfortable for long term use."

"No problem" Cindy said. "You can try it as long as you like." 

I couldn't believe what Cindy had said. She had given this mammoth woman free use of my face for as long as she wanted. Cindy smiled at me.

"You know she is a member of the club" Cindy said. "If you don't please her well, I will make sure that she attends the next discipline party. I can only imagine what might happen."

Barbara closed the door behind her. Most of the women had queened me without removing their panties. Not Barbara. She was bare assed naked when she descended onto the throne. She wiggled around a bit before spreading her cheeks. Her full weight was smothering me.

"Stick that tongue where it belongs and keep it there." She said. "You don't get any air until I feel it deep in my hole."

She was by far the largest woman who had smothered me. Hilda was large but this woman beat her hands down. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and immediately the taste hit me. I tasted ass, and it wasn't clean. It was obvious that she had wiped herself, but she had not thoroughly cleaned her deep crevice. I tried to gag but without air it was impossible to make a sound.

She moved a little allowing me some air. I could now smell her aroma as well. It was sickening as she again sat.

"I just used the ladies room before coming in here." She said. "Sorry if I didn't get it real clean but it's hard for me to reach back there. By night time my panties are always soiled. I sure would like to have a nice bidet like you to keep me clean. Do you come with the stool?"

I knew I had to please this woman. I kept remembering Cindy's comment about the next party. I knew she could use me at any of the parties she attended. What about the next auction? What if this woman bought me for a week or longer? I don't think I could stand it. I think I would commit suicide.

About an hour later Cindy knocked on the door. She said there were a couple of ladies out here who wanted to demo the queening stool.

"No problem" Barbara said. "Just give me a minute."

A couple of minutes later the door opened and Barbara emerged. She had a smile on her face as she went to browse through the store. One of the other women entered with Cindy. Cindy explained the features of the stool and told the lady she could use it clothed or bare bottomed. She chose the bare bottomed option, but turned to face my head. She lowered her bum so her ass was over my mouth and her cunt with pressing on my nose.

"Robin says this is a good way to get off." She said. "You've got 10 minutes or you'll have an unhappy customer on your hands. I'm sure you don't want that.

Ten minutes later she was drenching my face with her juices. I think she even peed a little in her excitement. She was replaced by her friend. She wanted her cunt eaten. She also left with a smile on her face. Since 20 minutes had passed I hoped that Barbara had left. Unfortunately she hadn't.

"Well Barbara," Cindy said. "Have you made up your mind?"

"I'll take one." she said. "I also want this crop and nipple clamps. I laid a couple of paddles on the counter and I also need to see if you have a strap on and harness that will fit me. I need to be ready for the next party."

Cindy showed her the selection of harnesses. We only had one that was large enough to fit her. It had straps that went around the waist and between the cheeks. Additional straps went around each thigh for support. It held a variety of dongs. She picked several ranging in length from 10 to 14 inches.

"Can all of this be delivered?" Barbara asked. 

"Sure." Cindy replied with a smile. "Dave can drop them off after work."

I was used by each of the other employees for about 30 minutes that afternoon. Mrs. Winslow was last and she used me for an entire hour. When finished I was allowed to get cleaned up and told to report to Cindy. I found her loading the company van with various packages. It was nearly closing time but I was told to deliver these items to 3256 Bowling Drive. When I was done I could drive the van home to Mrs. Winslow's.

The address was easy to find. I pulled into the driveway. I grabbed the smaller packages and went to the front door. After ringing the bell I waited for an answer. A few minutes later Barbara opened the door.

"Good to see you Dave." She said. You can put that stuff in the room over there. Set the bench up in front of the TV. I want to be able to use it while I watch my shows.

I did as ordered. The bench and queening stool were set up in a room off of the living room. It looked like a media room. There was a projection TV with a porn movie playing. The surround sound system was blaring loudly through the room. On the screen a women was fucking some dude with a monster dildo. When I was done setting everything up, I asked Barbara if there was anything else that she needed.

"Just one thing." She said. "Lie down on the bench. I need you to finish what you started this morning."

Barbara had me lie on the bench and secured my body to it. My head was secured so that I couldn't move it and a gag was placed in my mouth that forced it open. The stool was placed over my head and my face peered through the opening.

Barbara put a new movie in the DVD player. She made herself comfortable sitting on my face. She squirmed around a bit to make sure that my mouth was where it should be and then started the movie.

"This movie is about 2 hours in length." Barbara said. "It's another porn film and I am sure I will be getting off a couple of times during it. I'm going to sit here and drink wine and masturbate while you lick my ass. After her second glass she started squirming more and finally she said she felt the urge to pee. 

She repositioned herself and sealed her cunt over my mouth. I now knew why she had placed the gag in my mouth. There was no way for me to avoid her offering as she peed directly into my waiting orifice. When she was done I was forced to lick her clean.

She was true to her word. I licked her asshole for the entire length of the movie and she came four times. Each time she became excited she took it out on my cock, slapping in enthusiastically with her new crop. After the movie ended she felt the need to pee again. By this time she had drank several glasses of wine and she was unable to control her bladder. She peed forcibly until I nearly drowned. After I cleaned her she untied me and allowed me to leave.

As I was heading out of the door I heard her say.

"See you at the next discipline party. I'll be telling them that you refused to drink my pee so I had to restrain and gag you. I even have pictures as everything tonight was recorded."

I arrived at Mrs. Winslow's about 11 pm. Cher let me in and told me to report to Mrs. Winslow. Mrs. Winslow wanted to know where I had been so I recapped the evening's events to her.

Friday was spent at the boutique. It was relatively uneventful compared to all that had happened during the week. Saturday I spent cleaning house. Cher and Mia supervised and took time to use my tongue whenever they were in the mood, which was often. 

Around 5 pm Mrs. Winslow returned from the boutique.

"I'm having friends over for party tonight." She said. "Several saw you working outside on Sunday and wanted to know what was going on. I told them that you were paying off a bet. I told them you had to do anything I told you to do for a week. Furthermore, I told them I was having this party tonight, and to make sure you had learned your lesson, I told them you would serve all of us for the evening. Just to make it interesting, I told them that you would do so naked."

"Just so you know" she continued, "These are straight women who are not into Female Supremacy. I'm expecting about 20 women, but there may be more. Now, get undressed. You will greet each woman who enters on your knees. You will kiss their feet and tell them it will be a pleasure to serve them tonight."

I had just finished undressing when Cher entered the room.

"On your knees and greet her properly." Mrs. Winslow said. "Cher, give him 5 with the paddle for not greeting you properly. In fact, give him 5 each time he fails to properly greet our guests."

I received 5 strokes from Cher's paddle which turned my ass pink. The doorbell rang and the first of the guests arrived. It was Cindy, Dawn and Denise. I greeted them and kissed their feet. It was going to be a long night. Mia came down from upstairs and I greeted her as well. Other women started arriving. Many were amused at my greeting. Others stared at my cock. Some asked Mrs. Winslow about the bet.

"Well," Mrs. Winslow laughed. "I bet him I could make him orgasm without touching his cock."

"How'd you do it?" the women asked. 

"I bent him over a chair and fucked his ass with a strap-on until he shot." She replied. "Took nearly an hour, but he still lost. Made him eat my pussy afterwards. He's got a talented tongue."

The women were shocked. Mrs. Winslow had lied about the bet, but she wanted to say something to shock the women and get the night started right. The women were all looking at me.

"Can you make him get hard?" one asked.

"Tell him to." Mrs. Winslow replied. "He will do anything you tell him to do. If he doesn't, he'll be punished. Cher has a paddle ready with his name on it."

One woman had me bend over and grab my ankles. She played with my ass for a few minutes and then stuck her finger in to the knuckle. Another grabbed my penis and began masturbating me. Another was pinching my nipples. The party had begun. By 10 pm there were 25 women there. Most had been drinking for several hours and had lost any inhibitions they had when they arrived. The night turned out to be an orgy. Cher and Mia jumped in and started performing oral sex with some of the women. There were dildos and vibrators everywhere, and I was eating one pussy after another while my cock and balls were being tag teamed by a couple of horny housewives. 

About 2 AM Mrs. Winslow got everyone's attention. She said as a final act of servitude, Dave will experience a paddling from each woman present. She laid a wooden paddle, a large wooden handled hairbrush and a leather strap on the table. She had me bend over the sofa. She picked up the paddle.

"Dave," she began. "Each woman will be given the opportunity to give you 10 strokes with one of these instruments. You will count each stroke and thank the lady who administered it. If you do not count properly, or thank the woman sincerely, the stroke will not count. If you get out of position, you will receive an additional 10 strokes from her and another 10 from me. Is that clear?"

I said that I understood and Mrs. Winslow laid on the first stroke with her paddle. Each of the women followed in turn. Some tried the strap, others the hairbrush. By the 15th lady my ass was on fire and I couldn't help myself. My hands covered my ass and I stood up. I was rewarded with 10 additional strokes from the woman and 10 from Mrs. Winslow. 

Before it was over I had gotten out of position three more times earning me additional strokes. I was sore and beaten by the time the ladies left. For the ladies, they seemed empowered and I was afraid that the LADIES Club would soon be seeing some new applications for membership.



Dave Gets an Education Pt. 10



Chapter 24: Dave returns home

Claire Winslow brought me home Sunday afternoon. Jessica was there as Claire pulled me into the house on a leash. Jessica thought that was amusing until she saw the state of my backside. For the last week I had received a paddling or worse just about every day and my backside showed the remnants of the beatings. Mrs. Baxter came out of the library and greeted Claire warmly. She asked how the week had gone and Mrs. Winslow answered by saying it was a wonderful experience for her and her servant girls. Mrs. Baxter smiled as she looked me over.

"Let's go in the library and have a glass of wine." Mrs. Baxter suggested. "Jessica, why don't you take Dave up to your room? I'm sure you two need to talk."

Jessica and I headed to Jessica's bedroom. Once there she wanted to know all of the details of the preceding week. As I filled her in on the activities I could tell that she was getting upset. She listened quietly for the most part, asking a question every so often to clarify what had happened. When I had finished she asked me one question.

"Dave, did you do anything to earn all the suffering that you endured?"

"No" I replied. "I did everything asked of me to the best of my ability during the entire week. Working at the boutique I have come to expect a bit of pain and humiliation, but this week was pure hell. Working there nearly every day magnified the situation to the point it became unbearable. I never got a chance to recover from the previous day's torments."

"I would say that the worst of it was submitting to Barbara." I continued. "Her queening of me for hours and then peeing on me was nearly unbearable. I probably wouldn't be here now if I had been able to get free from her at the time. It was that bad."

Jessica apologized for subjecting me to the events of the previous week. She also reminded me that as a male I could, and probably would, be subjected to similar activities in the future. She said she was going to give Dr. Rosewood a call and have her come over and check me out. She said I should rest here until Dr. Rosewood arrived.

Jessica went downstairs to talk with Mrs. Baxter and Claire Winslow. She found them in the library chatting. Jessica asked Claire about the activities of the previous week and Claire confirmed a lot of what I had said. Claire was unaware of the sessions with Barbara as those had been orchestrated by Cindy. She did take responsibility for the party and some of the fun that took place at the boutique.

By the time the conversation had ended it was decided that I would not go back to the boutique for my final week of work. Mrs. Baxter felt the extra days I worked during the preceding week should be fair compensation for the two days I would miss this week. Mrs. Baxter also felt that I should avoid spending time with Cindy. The time off would also give me an opportunity to finish my final paper, something I had not begun to write.

Mrs. Baxter said that I also had a lot to do around the house since the new borders would be arriving in about two weeks and I had fallen behind on my chores during the last couple of weeks. In addition to my regular chores, Mrs. Baxter wanted me to paint all of the bedrooms prior to the new borders arriving. There were also some minor repairs that had to be made so she knew that I would have plenty to keep me busy until school started again.

Mr. Baxter didn't let Claire know how displeased she was with the mistreatment of me during the previous week. She saw a problem brewing on the horizon and needed to correct it before it became a bigger issue.

Ruth Baxter knew there were times when such humiliation and harsh punishment were both appropriate and desirable. She always felt it was appropriate to treat a new male submissive harshly to teach them who is in control and to break their spirit. Males who performed poorly, were disobedient, or showed disrespect should also expect to receive harsh treatment.

On the other hand, once a male had been broken and trained to properly serve his mistress, it becomes necessary to rebuild his spirit and offer appropriate rewards. She felt punishing a male without cause will confuse him. He won't be able to differentiate between what is appropriate and what is not. The result is an unruly slave who knows he will be punished no matter what he does.

Mrs. Baxter knew she had to do something quickly or there would be a repeat of what happened to me by other ladies in the club, especially the less experienced ones. It was obvious that both Cindy and Barbara needed to be talked to and Mrs. Baxter was certain that there were others who would benefit from some further training.

The club was growing faster than Mrs. Baxter had anticipated. Many of the women who were joining had little or no experience in female supremacy. Many were caught up in the sexual service that was provided by the males and others only wanted revenge against the entire male population for one reason or another. Mrs. Baxter decided that the best way to handle this problem was to offer a series of educational opportunities to teach the women how to train and care for the male. She felt that it was important for all members to understand that they were responsible for the wellbeing of those under their care during a session. This would be the educational theme for the next party.

Back upstairs I had fallen asleep on Jessica's bed. Dr. Rosewood arrived around 3 pm and gave me a physical. She took some blood samples and gave me a couple of vitamin shots to help me recuperate. She rubbed some lotion on my bruised Backside and some antiseptic cream on welts that Mia had caused. She also gave me some pills that she said would help me sleep. In general she felt I was in pretty good shape. She suggested that I should rest and take it easy for a couple of days while I got my strength back.

"There is one more test that I want to perform if you feel you are up to it." She said. "I want to test the function of your cock to make sure it is still working properly. I will masturbate you to climax so I can get a sperm count; then I will mount you and fuck you until you can't get it up anymore to test your recovery period."

I stared at her for a few moments. Here I was drained and in pain and she was asking me to fuck her to multiple orgasms. She said she would do all the work and all I had to do way lay there. Famous last words I thought.

"OK" I said. "You're the doctor. I'm not sure how much I've got left. Those women used me pretty hard last night so don't expect too much."

She gave me a pill which she said would help take my mind off the pain. A little while after taking it my cock started to get hard. I realized she had given me Viagra and I suspected that this test was more for her benefit than for mine. She rubbed lotion on my cock which felt good, especially as she started stroking me. She started slowly at first and then intensified the strokes. She bent down and took my balls in her mouth and sucked softly. It didn't take long for my orgasm to build. As I erupted, she caught my ejaculation in a specimen jar. She placed the jar in her bag with my blood samples.

Next was the recovery test. She got on the bed and slowly impaled herself onto my cock. She was facing my head and bent forward to kiss me. Her tongue darted into my mouth and nearly choked me with her passionate kiss. She sat back up and started moving on my cock. She gyrated for a while and then performed a slow pumping action. Long strokes, short strokes. She varied her movement and I became more aroused. After about 15 minutes of impalement she came. I followed soon after. She remained impaled for about 10 minutes before she started her gyrations again. It was a repeat performance. It took longer this type but the result was the same. My third orgasm exploded into her.

This time she got up and moved up on me. She straddled my face and had me lick her clean. When I was done she turn around and had me tongue her anus. She spread a little lube on my cock and then straddled my cock again. This time I impaled her ass. She whimpered a little as she sank to my balls. After adjusting to the size she slowly withdrew my cock from her ass until just the head was inside her. She slammed herself onto my cock until she was impaled again. She repeated the process over and over until I felt her shudder. She had her third orgasm and I had my fourth. I cleaned her again.

She got up and took a quick shower before saying her goodbyes. It was nearly dinner time and I was famished. I got up and took a shower. When I was finished cleaning up I saw that Jessica was standing there with a fresh change of clothes. She watched as I dressed and then put her arms around me and kissed me deeply. Her embrace lasted forever and I once again felt her love. 

Chapter 25: Mom's new life

Jessica and I went downstairs to eat dinner. Mrs. Baxter sat at the head of the table with Jessica on her right. I sat next to Jessica. Anne and Megan sat to Mrs. Baxter's left. Dan began serving the meal while the women filled me in on everything that I missed during the previous week. Anne and Megan talked about their vacation. Each had gone home to visit family and friends prior to resuming fall classes. They said they had heard how much fun the last party had been and were sorry they had missed it. 

Jessica told me that she had visited her sister in Chicago for the week. They had attended some of the Femdom parties that her sister normally went to. She said a lot of the women who attended those parties were professional Dommes and the experience was totally different than the parties here. She said it was good to get away and relax for a while and she was glad that she could spend some additional time with her sister. 

"But it's good to be home." She said. "There's no place like home."

I noticed that my mom was not at dinner. I asked if she was OK and why she wasn't here.

Mrs. Baxter told me that my mom had bought a house just a couple of blocks away and that Mark had moved in with her. I was a little worried. Mom had changed since her divorce, and even more so since she had come to Florida. She wasn't the same person who had raised me. I was concerned that she might be going through some kind of mid-life crises and that things were moving a little too fast. I decided that I would go and talk to her tomorrow.

"Does Mark have a job?" I asked. "She barely knows him. After all, they only met a couple of weeks ago. I'm not sure this is a good idea. I think..."

"Take it easy Dave." Mrs. Baxter said. "Your mom will be fine. I understand you want to protect her and that you see all the changes that are occurring in her life. I discussed this with her for several hours last week. She felt she needed to get on with her life. I did a background check on Mark when he joined the club and you know how thorough I can be. I also talked with him at length when I found out what your mom had planned. I am certain that he will be supportive of her and serve her well. I think that eventually they might even get married."

Mrs. Baxter continued. "I helped your mom find a nice home through one of my reality companies. She got a good deal on it. The house is in great shape. You know real estate here is cheap and she had a good down payment from the divorce settlement. I also offered her a position with a new project that I am undertaking. We had been talking about it since early in the summer. I think she will be happy, and that's the most important thing."

"I'm confused." I said. "You have been talking to mom for a couple of months about a new project? She hasn't mentioned anything about it to me. I thought we discussed everything."

"I told her it was important that we keep this project a secret until we were ready to make a formal announcement." Mrs. Baxter said. "That will be coming soon, perhaps this week. A lot has been happening over the past several weeks. You know you've have been sort of 'tied up' so you really don't know what's been going on."

Mrs. Baxter laughed at her pun before continuing.

"I am making some changes in my corporate structure and preparing for some additional changes which I am sure will be forthcoming. Some of these changes involve my daughters while others involve some of my business acquaintances. I need to make sure I have all my ducks in a row before making the announcement. That's all I can tell you for now."  

We finished our dinner and Dan was clearing the table when Mrs. Baxter announced that she had decided to have Dan come to live with us.  

"I've been thinking about this all summer. I have seen how Dave has been used by everyone here and realize that the situation will probably be worse when the new girls arrive." Mrs. Baxter announced. "Dave has done a good job keeping the house in order over the summer, but with several new girls arriving in a few days, I don't think Dave will have time to keep up with his work, attend classes, and keep us all happy."

She continued. "I also feel that it is time to promote Hilda to the role of supervisor. I don't think it sets a good example to have one of our sisters in a role of servant while we are teaching other women to take control. Hilda has been with me for many years, and I know she has the capability and demeanor to keep our boys in line."

"Finally," she added. "When Dan is not busy with his other duties, I will be putting him to good use taking care of me in a more personal manner. For now, he will be staying in the guest bedroom. If the need arises, we can make other short term arrangements for him." 

"I have some news too." Megan interjected. "Jenny, one of the girls on the softball team and I have decided we want to live together. We've been seeing each other all summer. I would really like to continue to live here and I was hoping it might be possible for us to share my bedroom. I think there would be plenty of room for us, but if that is not possible, I can always move in with her."

"Have you talked to her about the lifestyle?" Mrs. Baxter asked. "You know what my plans are for the coming year. There will be a lot of activities going on around here that many would consider unusual. We'll be introducing the lifestyle to the new girls and I'm sure that members from the club will be in and out all of the time. If any of that is going to be a problem with Jenny then..."

"Oh, no Mrs. B." Megan replied. "I've shown her the club's website and told her about the benefits of our lifestyle. I told her about how I introduced Dave to the strap-on and how he serves us any way we want. Jenny said she thought it would be great to have a male to use on occasion and wouldn't mind a little tongue action every now and then. I know she is an expert with the Rubber Dickie so I think she'll fit right in."

"OK Megan," Mrs. Baxter said. "Before I say yes, I think we ought to ask the other ladies living here what they think, but as far as I'm concerned it's ok with me."

It was decided that Jenny would move in the following week.

Monday Jessica took me over to see my mom's new house. It was a nice three bedroom home on a well landscaped lot. There was a swimming pool and a nice patio in the fenced in back yard. The house looked to be less than 10 years old and was in good shape. Mom gave me the grand tour. Upstairs there was a master bedroom suite which was bigger than the one we had in our old house. Two other bedrooms and a second bathroom occupied the upper floor. The first floor was open concept and included a living room, formal dining room and large kitchen. There was also a finished basement that included a recreation room with pool table and a wet bar. The house was perfect for entertaining guests or small dinner parties.

As we toured the house, I talked to her about all of the changes that she had been experiencing. We talked about the divorce, the lifestyle and her future plans. She said that something inside her changed that first time she paddled me in front of Mrs. Baxter. She said it was like all of the tension and guilt she had experienced during the marriage had vanished.

"That day I envisioned myself punishing your father for all the mental anguish and abuse he put me through during our marriage." She said. "Even now, when I discipline Mark, I feel that same rush of energy and the empowerment of being free. This is what I want and need."

I understood what she said but still felt that she needed more time to think about the changes in her life. She had moved to a new city, leaving all of her friends behind. She was immersing herself in a new lifestyle that she had limited experience in, and she was embarking on a new career. It just seemed like she was racing down the road while the rest of the world was cruising along doing the speed limit. 

It was now past lunch time and Jessica offered to buy us all lunch. She knew of a nice restaurant a few blocks away so we headed over there. The meal was wonderful and we continued talking about how all of our lives had changed during the past year. After lunch we headed back to mom's house. I was feeling tired so Jessica and I said our goodbyes. We headed home so I could take a nap before dinner.

When we got there I had a message to call Dr. Rosewood. I called her office. She said that my test results came back normal. She told me to rest for a couple of days, drink plenty of fluid and take the vitamins she had left for me. 

I spent the next few days completing the paper for the internship. I had to present it to the class the following Monday. As I continued to regain my strength, Jessica and I spent a lot of time together. We spent one day at the beach. She was wearing one of her thong bikinis which caused every male on the beach to stare in our direction. I remain covered up as I was still healing from the whippings and canings I had received. The weather was great and we spent most of the day cuddling and making out.

When we got home everyone had finished eating. We weren't really hungry as we had stopped to eat on the way home. We headed up to Jessica's room. We were both hot so as soon as we were alone we began stripping each other's clothes off. We were like dogs in heat. Our carnal desires couldn't be quenched. We had sex in every conceivable position. Finally, after hours of lovemaking, we fell asleep in each other's arms. 

It seemed that we had sex continuously for the rest of the week. I had finished my recovery and knew it was time to get back into my routine. It was Saturday morning and I was lying awake trying to get motivated enough to get up. Jessica was lying next to me. We had just had sex for the millionth time during the week.

"Dave," Jessica said. "Do you love me?"

I turned to look at her. She was lying on her side facing me.

"What kind of question is that?" I replied. "I have experienced every type of pain and humiliation imaginable since I met you. The only thing that got me through those painful experiences was the image of you in my mind." 

"I know" she replied. "But you've suffered at the hands of so many women. How can I be sure that it is me that..."

"Jessica" I replied. "I've loved you since the first day I came here and you answered the door. I have suffered so that I can stay with you. I would give up my freedom to be with you... to serve you... to love you."

I continued. "There have been times when I have doubted your love for me. There are times that you have played with my head and subjected me to cruel and humiliating torments. Still, I continue to come back to you. I love you, and I always will."

"That is so sweet." Jessica said. "It is important to me to know how you feel. We haven't talked much about what our future holds. That is something we need to discuss now."

Jessica continued. "I know that I want to continue in the lifestyle that I lead. I have come to embrace it and frankly, I kind of enjoy putting you in difficult and even painful situations. This week has been great. The sex has been wonderful. I would love for it to continue forever."




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"Me too." I replied. "It's like we're a couple, newlyweds even."

"That's what I want to talk to you about." Jessica continued. "I want you to marry me."

I was dumbstruck. Had I heard her right? Was she playing more head games? I never could be sure when she was serious or just fucking with me. I just looked at her.

"You heard me right." she continued. "I want you to marry me. Before you answer you need to know that I will continue to dominate you. I will continue to lend you to my friends. Your life at times will be a living hell and you will be a servant to all women. There will be times when you will suffer for me, times when you will be humiliated by me, and times when you will be punished by me; but you can also be sure that I will always love you and protect you. That is my duty as your keeper."

I didn't know what to say. I had already endured so much. She was promising me more of the same and then some. She was also promising to love and protect me. That was all the assurance I needed.

"Yes" I said. "I want to be your servant, your slave even. I will serve as your husband and serve you to the best of my ability."

"There is one last thing you should know." Jessica said. "Prior to our marriage you will need to accept my collar as a symbol of your love and devotion to me. The ceremony will take place a special meeting of the club. All of the women present will be given the opportunity to test your devotion to me and you know firsthand how demanding they can be. You will be completely at their mercy. You will be given a safe word. If you use it, our relationship will be ended."

She continued. "If you fail you will still have to complete the terms of the contract you signed with my mom. You will probably be used as a house slave for the club, meaning any of the members could use you at any time. Your life here would become that of a slave rather than a servant. You would have no rights and I wouldn't be there to offer any protection."

"If you pass," she added. "we will announce our engagement following the ceremony. It will be a femdom wedding attended by friends and family. It will be performed by the mayor which will make it legal according to Florida law. Everyone will then know you belong to me." 

She gave me time to think about what she had said. The collaring ceremony scared me, but I did love Jessica and this would make it official. I would belong to her forever.

"I don't need time to think about it." I said. "Yes mistress. Collar me! Marry me! I beg you. Make me yours."





Chapter 26: The Project

On Sunday Mrs. Baxter had several guests over for dinner. First to arrive was Claire Winslow. Claire chatted with Mrs. Baxter for a while and it appeared that any problems related to my week of servitude were a thing of the past. Stephanie Charles was next to arrive. I had met her a couple of times before. She was a member of the club and owned several beauty salons in the area.

Pauline and Doris arrived together and joined the group of ladies in conversation. Edna was next to arrive followed soon after by Bridget. My Mom was the last to arrive. With all of the guests in attendance Mrs. Baxter invited everyone to join her in the dining room for dinner. Hilda was invited to join the ladies for dinner. Megan and Anne were there as well, as was Jessica.

Dan and I served the dinner. The ladies talked quietly among themselves but it was evident that something big was about to happen. Once dinner was over Dan and I cleared the table and headed to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. 

"Ladies, I have an important announcement to make this evening." Mrs. Baxter said. "Let's adjourn to the media room where we can be more comfortable. Boys, please join us there when you get done. I think some wine would be nice also, so make sure you bring plenty when you come."

We finished cleaning up in the kitchen and made our way to the media room. The women were sitting around the room talking as Dan and I served them their drinks. When everyone had been served Dan and I were invited to have a seat. 

"This is a very special day for me." Mrs. Baxter began. "Tomorrow I will be making an official announcement to the media concerning my latest project. Tonight, I wanted to give all of you a sneak peek of what I have planned. Some of the details that I am going to share with you will not be included in the announcement, and I trust you to keep them to yourself for now. I am sure you will figure out why by the time I am finished."

She had created a slide show which she was projecting onto the huge screen that was attached to the wall. The first slide showed a sleek and modern building that was surrounded by beautiful landscaping. The next slide was a close up of the front of the building. A sign near the entrance read "Total Diva's Spa and Fitness Center for Women." Under the name was the slogan "where every woman is treated like a goddess."

"This is my new fitness center and spa that will be opening in the next few weeks." Mrs. Baxter said. "Dave's mom, Sue Robinson will be the managing partner for it."

She went on to say that she and my mom had agreed on a business partnership similar to those she had established with Claire, Stephanie and many other women in the community. Mrs. Baxter would make the initial investment and Mom would manage the business. Mom would pay Mrs. Baxter rent until the business was profitable. Once the business became profitable, Mrs. Baxter would become a silent partner and receive a percentage of the profits.

"I think I'll let Sue give you the grand tour." Mrs. Baxter said. "She's the one that brought this project to life. She has some great ideas and I am sure this will be another successful venture for me and an opportunity to empower another woman in the community."

Mom took the remote from Mrs. Baxter and continued with the presentation. As she proceeded through the slides we could see all of the amenities the fitness center and spa would offer. There was a café lounge which provided a relaxing atmosphere for patrons waiting for appointments or who simply wanted to spend a day away from the hustle and bustle of life. The cafe would offer food and drinks and a place where the ladies could chat at their leisure. There was also business center for the working woman and day care center for the moms. 

She continued the slide show focusing on the fitness area. It included all of the latest equipment available. There was an area for a cardio workout which was separate from the main gym area. Separate areas for those wanting to work with free weights or those interested in group fitness classes were also available. 

Adjacent to the fitness area was an aquatic area which included an indoor pool, hot tub and sauna. Locker rooms could be accessed from either aea.

"We want to be able to provide rehab services and fitness options for those who might have difficulty working out in other fitness centers." Mom said. "That is why we added the aquatic center. We will also have physical therapists, personal trainers and nutritionists on staff for our member's convenience. Their offices will be on the second floor. We want to offer services that will help women improve their overall health. Those include fitness, nutrition, weight loss and rehabilitation when necessary."

"We also want to offer services that help our patrons to relax and feel beautiful." Mom continued. "Our spa will offer all types of beauty treatments and massages. We think this will be popular, especially with our business professionals. The goal of the spa is to pamper our patrons and help them to eliminate the stress in their lives."

Mom continued. "We want our patrons to feel sexy as well as refreshed by the time they leave here so we have convinced Stephanie to opening one of her fabulous salons on site. They will offering all of the wonderful services that have made them so successful."

"And when Stephanie's girls get done with them I'm sure they will be ready to shop for some new clothes." Claire said. "I'm opening Le Femme II boutique next to Stephanie's salon. I'll be offering everything from sexy lingerie to the latest in evening wear. I'll include a selection of workout clothing and might even design some with the fitness center's logo on it. I'm looking forward to the expansion."

"That all sounds great." Doris said. "I think I could spend a week there one day."

The women all laughed a little at the remark.

"And the longer you stay, the more money you will spend." Added Mrs. Baxter.

"Yes, the concept is one stop shopping." Mom said. "Everything today's woman needs to get in shape and look and feel beautiful."

"We will be catering to women." Mom continued. "But I can assure you that we will have some males around to serve as attendants in the spa and fitness areas, perform building maintenance, and assist the ladies any way they can. I am working on a uniform for them to wear and I can guarantee you that is will be quite revealing." 

"That ought to draw in some business." Stephanie said. "A little eye candy is always nice."

"That's true." Mom replied. "And we can use some of our submissive males, they work cheap and give great service."

The women laughed.

"As a said earlier." Mom continued. "We will be offering rehabilitation services and nutritional counselling for our members. An exam area and offices for those services is located in one of the office suites on the second floor. You can see, there are several other suites there as well. I'll let Ruth talk about that."

The slide show continued as now focused on the second floor. The first few slides showed the rehab area. There were two exam rooms and some cubicles where the personal trainers and nationalists could meet with clients.

The next suite contained several offices including one for my Mom. There was a conference room and a small reception area in the suite as well. Further down the hall was another suite. There was a nameplate on the door that read The RAB Corporation. Inside the suite were eight offices, a conference room, and a reception area.

"This suite will be my new Corporate Headquarters." Mrs. Baxter said. "RAB stands for Ruth Anne Baxter. I think it is time that my business affairs were conducted in a more formal business environment. I have been operating out of my home since my husband died, but with the plans I have for the future, I think a more appropriate corporate office is needed."

Mrs. Baxter didn't give any details about what her future plans were. I assumed she would announce them when she was ready. On the other side of the hallway was a combination lunch room/ employee lounge, several conference rooms, a classroom and a room that would be used as a library. 

At the end of the hallway the final suite was located. The nameplate on the door simply read "Private".

"Tomorrow's official announcement in the media will be limited to announcing the opening of the spa and fitness center. I do not plan on discussing the opening of my corporate headquarters or what is behind this door."

She was making a big production about whatever it was behind the door marked "private". She looked around the room and then continued with the slide show.

"Our L.A.D.I.E.S. club has been growing much faster that I had anticipated." She began. "We are receiving applications for membership from across the state and even some as far away as Chicago and New York. We have males and females wanting additional information about our group. Our website receives thousands of hits each day. It is time that we staff an office to take care of the daily operations of the group."

"Ladies and boys" she continued. "I give you the corporate headquarters of The Ladies Group, Incorporated. I have filed paperwork with the SCC and we are now officially a nonprofit corporation with this being the corporate headquarters. There is room here for a staff of six to eight women. There are also interview rooms for potential members, a conference room for meeting and a computer room where our servers will be located so we can host our own website."

We were stunned. No one had expected this. The thought of the L.A.D.I.E.S club expanding to other cities would mean the beginning of the female supremacy movement that Mrs. Baxter had predicted would overturn the male dominated society that currently existed.

"I think we need to be careful of attracting too much publicity about our group until it is well established." Mrs. Baxter continued. "That is why I think this location makes perfect sense. It is a woman owned business, and the clientele will be primarily female. This will be a group dedicated to the female supremacy lifestyle. It is important that we promote the group to other areas of the country keeping that in mind. Many of the groups you see on line become overrun by submissive males or professionals. I think we want ours to remain focused on our belief of female supremacy.

"There is nothing wrong with professional Dommes. In fact many of them believe in the lifestyle just as much as you and I. But, we need to ensure that all of the chapters operate under a common theme. Female Supremacy is about women taking control of their lives and putting men where they belong, serving us. We will need to provide training for all of our members, and especially for those establishing new chapters. That is why we need a facility like this before we start expanding."

The women were nodding in agreement with what was being said. 

"Here we will have staff that can communicate with all the chapters." Mrs. Baxter said. "We have room to hold conferences which will bring together women from across the country to exchange ideas, and as we continue to grow, we can expand our facilities here as we feel the need."

Mrs. Baxter continued the slide show which took us through the remainder of the second floor, including the areas that were unfinished and designated for expansion.

"Of course if this is going to be the headquarters for the LADIES Group, then it has to include a great play space for our members." Mrs. Baxter said. "The basement of this building is a fully equipped dungeon. It can be used for our play parties, rented for private events or conferences and used for performance testing of potential members."

She continued with the slides. "As you can see there is a large open space for group play as well as individual rooms for use when more privacy is needed. The open area alone can accommodate over a hundred women without being overcrowded. In the rear of the dungeon there are some living quarters for our male attendants or visiting guests. We also have an area where males can be caged when necessary."

"Claire," Mrs. Baxter said. "How would you like to open an outlet to sell your naughty toys here in the dungeon? You could move the merchandise from the second floor of your boutique down here. I know you've been wanting to expand but are worried about displaying and demonstrating additional equipment in your public areas. Here they could be displayed and demonstrated without problem. There will always be a male or two around to use when you need them. We can always include some of the bigger furniture in the dungeon which will probably boost those sales as well." 

"I don't know, Ruth" Claire responded. "How much exposure will this area receive?"

"There is a private entrance in the rear of the building for access after normal business hours." Mrs. Baxter said. "We plan on renting the space for private parties and we will be holding our regular play parties here so afterhours access will be important. We also want to hold some conferences that will draw women from across the country which will give you great exposure. We could also set up an online store on our website."

She continued. "All of the Platinum members will have access cards so we can maintain a security. There is also access through your store and by elevator from the main floor. Elevator access requires use of the access card."

"Platinum members? Bridget asked.

"Yes" My mom answered. "The spa and fitness center will have three levels of membership. Standard members will have access to the fitness and aquatic center. We think that will be under 40.00 per month which is a great deal for all we offer. Gold membership will also give the member 20% discount on any spa treatment, services at the salon or purchases at Le Femme II."

Mom continued. "For the woman who regularly uses those facilities, 99.00 per month for gold membership is a bargain. Of course, all of the facilities on the main floor are available for those coming in off the street at a daily rate. Individual treatments will also be available."

"The platinum membership will cost 149.00 per month." Mrs. Baxter added. "It includes all of the benefits of the gold membership plus access to the basement level. All of the members of the LADIES group will receive a complimentary Platinum membership included with her dues."

"That's a great incentive to join the club." Bridget said. "I can see our membership increasing."

"I kind of like the idea of relocating a lot of my stuff to the dungeon." Claire said. "I would like to expand my selection of toys and whatnot, but don't have room now. Besides, it will also allow me to expand my selection of naughty lingerie at the main store. I could always keep a few things over there but bring most of it here. I'll think about it and give you a call tomorrow."

Mrs. Baxter continued the slide presentation. The basement contained a smaller version of the fitness area. She explained that the equipment in the basement had been modified from its original design.

"This fitness equipment has been designed with the Domme in mind." She said. "A woman can exercise and discipline her male at the same time. For example, on the overhead press machine, the woman sits on the male's face. Each time she pushes up against the weight bar she is pressing down on the male's face causing a little extra discomfort."

The women applauded.

"Another machine, the curl machine, pulls on the male's nipples each time the lady performs a curl and the leg extender pulls on the male's cock and balls with each extension. You can imagine where the male's face is when working out on the squat machine"

I noticed some of the women were now rubbing their crotches and getting excited. The wine was having the desired effect and the women were getting bolder with their comments.

"That's the kind of incentive I need." Anne said.

"Yea, exercise and punish." Megan added.

"I personally like this bike." Mrs. Baxter added as a new slide appeared. "As the woman pedals she causes a wheel to turn which operates a paddle. The male is positioned so the paddle strikes him with each revolution. Different paddles can be used and the male can be positioned so either his front or backside receives the punishment. The faster the wheel turns the harder and faster the paddle strikes."

"A few of the machines like the dildo bike are designed so the male punishes himself while the women watch or work out on their own." Mrs. Baxter said. "This bike has an interchangeable metal dildo where the seat should be. The male sits on the dildo with his ankles locked onto the pedals. An elastic band is attached from the pedals to the male's nipples. Each time the male pedals the bike, he pulls on his nipples. The faster he goes, the more he pulls."

She continued. "Electrodes are attached to his balls. The dildo also has electrodes attached to it. Once activated, the male receives a shock to his balls and ass any time he slows down. If he increases the speed the shocks stop but he has to maintain the new speed or the shocks start again. He must continue until the devise is turned off. The amount of tension on the bike can also be increased making pedaling more difficult. As the tension increases so does the intensity of the shocks. If the male stops, he receives continuous shocks which intensify until he starts again or the machine is turned off."




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"Such a diabolical toy." Claire said. "I'll have to buy one for my girls."

"Yes." Mrs. Baxter added. "I have a friend who is working on the designs for other modifications to exercise machines. He is just about done with the elliptical and is working on a couple of dozen others as well. We will add to our collection as they become available."

"Can I have exclusive rights to market them?" Claire asked.

"Sure" Mrs. Baxter replied. "As long as you open shop in the dungeon."

"Consider it done!" Claire replied. "I had already decided to do that anyway."

Mrs. Baxter concluded her presentation by announcing that the new dungeon will be ready in time for the September parties. She also said that she was taking applications for people to staff the LADIES Group office. A full time director and part time IT and marketing managers would be needed initially. Applications would be reviewed by the ladies of the high court who would now also become the Board of Directors of the corporation.

Looking around the room she saw about a dozen women who appeared to be in need of a little attention.

"I have one final announcement to make" Mrs. Baxter said. "I have talked with my daughters. When we are ready to expand, they have agreed to start chapters of the LADIES Group in the areas where they live. So let's toast our newest chapters in Chicago, Washington DC, Los Angeles and Atlanta."

"Now boys," Mrs. Baxter added. "Looks like these ladies need a little servicing. Get on your knees and help them out. Don't stop until they are all satisfied."



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"Listen to this." Jessica said. "This is the sound system. It can be piped to the patio as well. I think is sounds as good as some of the clubs downtown. Mom throws lots of parties so this room gets used quite a bit." 

She was right. It sounded great. I could just imagine a bunch of college kids down here drinking and dancing on a Saturday night. It would be better than any of the frat parties I had attended but I was sure that was not the kind of party Mrs. Baxter threw.

There was an area that had been partitioned to separate it from the rest of the basement. As I tried to open the door I noticed that it was locked. I looked at Jessica and started to say...

"That's just extra storage. We usually keep it locked for security." Jessica said. "Let's head out to the patio and then we can head over to the garage."

The rear of the basement walked out onto the patio. The patio area included a large in-ground pool, hot tub and enough seating for over 20 people. There were covered and uncovered areas and I noticed the landscape allowed accessed from the first floor as well as from the basement. The grounds were landscaped and neatly trimmed. It was obvious they had a professional come in to maintain the grounds. It looked to be a full time job by itself.

Off to the side of the pool and screened by trees and shrubs was the garage. It was two stories. The garage looked large enough to house three cars. A single walk in door provided access to what must have been the rear of the structure. Once inside there was an option of going up the stairs to the apartments or turning and heading into the garage. 

We turned and entered the garage. I was correct that there was enough room inside to easily hold three vehicles, but one of the bays had been partitioned off to make room for a gym. There was also bicycle racks and other sporting equipment stored there. The gym are contained cardio and weight equipment. It was well equipped with commercial grade equipment.

There were two garage doors on the opposite wall. They faced a driveway that I hadn't noticed. Access must have been from a side street.

At the top of the stairs there was a hallway that separated the two apartments with one apartment to the right and one to the left. We went into the left apartment which consisted of a living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. There was also a small laundry area with a stack-able washer/dryer. The rooms were adequately sized and the entire apartment was furnished. It was much nicer than my present dorm room.

"The other apartment is Hilda's." Jessica said. "It is identical to this one. Both have locks on the front so you can maintain some privacy."

We walked around the grounds for a little while and finally ended up back at the main house. 

Chapter 4: The proposal

We found Mrs. Baxter sitting in the library reading a book. I couldn't make out the title but she seemed to be enjoying it. As she put the book down, I noticed that her nipples were hard and trying to escape from her blouse, she was perspiring slightly and she seemed to have that glow about her that women get when they are aroused.

"Oh, there you are." She said. "What do you think Dave? Do you feel the accommodation are adequate?"

"Oh, yes ma'am." I replied. "The house and grounds are wonderful, and the apartment is just terrific. It's just...Well, I'm sure it kept Marie pretty busy trying to keep things straight and look after everyone. I don't think I could keep up with the chores and have time for my studies. I don't think I would be able..."

"I've been thinking about this while you were out." Mrs. Baxter interrupted. I think we could make some adjustments for the right individual."

With that she was giving me the once over like she had when I first arrived.

"Please turn around for me." She said. "Slowly now. I want to get a good look at you. Yes...Yes you might have some possibilities. What do you think Jessica? Could you work with him and teach him some of the finer points of being a maid. Sorry, I mean butler?" 

There was the hint of a subtle laugh like she was making a joke.

"I think he might fit our needs." Jessica said. "Of course it would depend on how dedicated he is and how much time he can commit to work. Of course, we would want him to start right away so we can train him through the summer when he isn't so busy with school work. That way, he should be ready when the others start arriving in the fall."

"Yes, I quite agree." said Mrs. Baxter. "Well, would you be able to work through the summer to learn what you need to know if I should decide to offer you the position? I would really like someone to start as soon as possible since Marie has already left."

"Yes ma'am, I could start after exams are over." I replied. "With exams coming up, and my work commitment to Professor Williams at the college, I won't have a lot of time until summer vacation starts. I had planned to go home for the summer and get a job, but I could work here just as easily if that suited you."

Mrs. Baxter smiled and looked briefly at Jessica.

"You know Edna Williams?" She asked. "She is one of my closest friends. I'll give her a call while you fill out this application. It's just background information, emergency contacts, work history and such. You can fill it out now or take it with you and bring it back tomorrow. I'm going to go call Edna. Haven't spoken to her in ages anyway."

I had completed the application by the time Mrs. Baxter returned. She said that Prof. Williams had given me a great recommendation and even offered to give me some time off from now until the end of the semester to begin my training. She said that if the rest of my references checked out OK, that she would consider me for the position. She said she would call me when she got the background check back. I thanked her and Jessica for their time and head back to my dorm. I called my mom when I got back to my room and told her I had a lead on a place to stay next year. I told her I would know something in a few days as the landlady was doing a background check on me. I told her that she might get a call as part of the investigation.

It was about a week before I heard anything. It was getting close to the end of the semester and exams would be starting soon. Mrs. Baxter called on Tuesday and said there were a few small issues with the background check that she wanted to discuss with me. She said there was nothing too serious but she needed clarification on a couple of things. She said I would need to get a full physical and gave me the name and number of her personal physician. She said to bill the cost to her and to schedule the appointment as soon as possible. Dr. Rosewood would then send the results directly to her and she would call to set up a meeting as soon as she got them. I called and scheduled for the first available appointment and on Thursday morning I reported to the Rosewood Medical Clinic for my appointment. The physical was pretty standard and I was in and out in less than 2 hours. 

On Friday Mrs. Baxter called and said she got the results from my physical and that I was a healthy young man with no medical issues of concern. She asked me if I could meet her on the following day at about 9 am to discuss the final details.

"Well, tomorrow is Saturday and I don't have any classes. So I think 9 am would be good." I said.

"That fine. I'll see you then." 

At 9 am I was ringing her doorbell. Jessica answered wearing a shear nightgown covered by a robe. There was a lot of cleavage hanging out and as she turned to escort me to the dining room, the robe opened slightly allowing me a glimpse of a near see-thru negligee. If I didn't know better, I thought I actually saw a dark patch just below the waist line. Was she wearing panties? I wasn't sure.

She had me sit at the dining room table and said her mother would be in shortly. She smiled and turned to leave causing the robe to fly open again. As my cock rose to attention she looked back and said.

"See you a little later. Hope you can stay for lunch,"

Mrs. Baxter came in a few minutes later and sat at the table.

"Dave" she began. "I've talked with some of the women you have dated. Some were in high school and others were here at Elliott. I'm a little disappointed and somewhat concerned that you don't seem to commit yourself to a relationship. It looks to me like you have a problem with commitment."

"You will be living here with six female college students, plus my Jessica" she continued. "I can't have someone living here who dates a girl for a few weeks, gets her to have sex with him and then dumps her."

"Your right Mrs. Baxter." I said. "It was wrong of me to use those girls like that, but I have matured a lot in the last year. I just haven't found the right girl yet. I guess I need a woman who will keep me focused. You know, toe the line so to speak. It really is difficult to find someone like that. Most of the girls I meet and more interested in partying than a true relationship."

"So, you are saying that you need discipline in your life." Mrs. Baxter replied. "You need someone to guide you and discipline you like your mother did when you were a child. Is that what I am hearing?"

"Ah, I guess so Mrs. Baxter. I replied.

Mrs. Baxter continued. "You see, I talked to your mother and told her how much I wanted to help you. Not only for you, but for her as well. She told me how she punished you when you were young. She told me of the over-the-knee spankings that you got; of the bare ass paddling; and of the occasional strapping with one of her wide leather belts. She told me how you cried afterward, especially when she made you stand in the corner."

She paused for a moment to let what she had said soak in and ten she continued.

"I tell you this because she let me know that if I have any trouble with you, that I am to take whatever means necessary to correct the problem, and believe me, I can be very creative. I have seven young ladies here to protect, and if I offer you the position, there will be rules that you will have to follow. There will be consequences if you don't."

As Mrs. Baxter was talking my face was turning crimson but my pants were bulging do to the stiffness of my cock. I have had fantasies of being punished by a strict woman ever since the time my mother took me over her knee and I got an erection while she spanked me. I know she felt it but she never said a word. She simply had me stand in the corner for an hour. She told me the next time it would be worse. 

"Mrs. Baxter." I said. "I will allow you to discipline me in any manner you feel necessary. It is a small price to pay for helping make my mom's dream come true."

"Hmmm" she said. "I wish I could believe you." 

She was looking me over from head to toe and I could tell she was contemplating something. I hoped she didn't notice my bulge in my shorts. I was wearing loose fitting clothing so it would be difficult to spot unless you were really looking for it. 

"Drop your shorts" she said while looking me in the eye. 

I didn't move. 

"Drop them of leave." She repeated. "This is not a game." 

Slowly I unbuckled my pants and allowed them to fall to the ground.

"Those to." she said, pointing at my undies. 

Soon they too were lying on the floor. She looked at my cock for a minute before she called Jessica to come join her. Jessica came into the room followed by Hilda. They had been in the kitchen eating breakfast when Mrs. Baxter called. Both started to laugh as they entered the room and saw me standing naked in front of Mrs. Baxter.

Mrs. Baxter continued. "Dave, Did you get excited now at the thought of me disciplining you like your mother use to do?"

"Yes Ma'am." I confessed. 

"Well, I'm going to give you a sample of what you can expect if you fail to toe the line around here. Jessica, please get my sorority paddle of the wall in my room. Looks like it is coming out of retirement." Hilda began to turn and head back to the kitchen when Mrs. Baxter called out.

"Hilda, don't you want to participate in this little demonstration?" 

Hilda's eyes sparkled as she returned to her place next to Mrs. Baxter. Jessica returned with the paddle and handed it to her mother.

"Dave, you will learn to respect all women. Therefore each of us here today will administer 20 strokes with this paddle. It will hurt, but you will remain in position, count each stroke and thank the person administering it. Is that clear?" Mrs. Baxter explained.

"Yes ma'am." I replied.

I was bent over the back of one of the dining room chairs with the palms of my hands on the chair cushion. Mrs. Baxter began. Each stroke was hard and she would pause between strokes so I never knew when to expect the next one. I was sure from the impact that she raised her arm well over her head and swung the paddle with all her strength just to make a point of who would be in charge. She occasionally stopped and massaged my bottom before administering the next stroke. She gave Jessica pointers on how to effectively administer a paddling. I ended up receiving 25 strokes from Mrs. Baxter because I got out of position three times and lost count twice.

"Jessi, your next." called out Mrs. Baxter.

Jessica stepped up to the plate. I expected her to go easier on me given how she acted yesterday. When she delivered the first stroke I was so surprised that I forgot to count. What she lacked in strength she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Hilda was standing in front of me and every so often reached down to give my cock a stroke or two.

I don't know if Jessica's strokes hurt more because they landed in the same area as her mother's or if she was actually hitting me harder. By the 15th stroke I was crying so hard that I couldn't count. In all, I received 35 strokes from Jessica. As she came around in front of me, Mrs. Baxter hugged her daughter and told her what a fine job she did. I was still whimpering.

"Jessica, I want you to masturbate Dave until he has had two orgasms." Her mother said. "It will give his backside a little rest and it will make it more difficult to bear Hilda's assault. You see, when the male is excited for whatever reason, he can endure a huge amount of pain, but once he has had release, the pain becomes more unbearable until he becomes excited again."

It took Jessica about 15 minutes to masturbate me to two orgasms. While she was doing so she was discussing the length and girth of my penis with her mother. She was amazed at how much I could ejaculate.

"It's an above average specimen, Jessica." her mother was saying. "It's longer than average with an average girth for his length. It looks like he can control it fairly well and his recovery time was excellent. I think we'll get some good use out of him all summer. Hilda, are you ready?"

With that the large woman raised her arm and delivered a massive blow to my butt. I swear she hit a home run the way it hurt. In fact it hurt so much I forgot to count.

"Shit" I said, "I forgot to count."

Hilda laughed. "That's five extra for cussing, and the first one didn't count."

Hilda concentrated her strokes on the tender flesh of the upper thigh just below the buttocks. She ended up administering 40 strokes before reaching her goal. By the time she had reached 20 I couldn't maintain my position so the last 20 penalty stroke were administered with Mrs. Baxter sitting on my hands to help me stay in position. Of course I thanked her for her help.

Mrs. Baxter was smiling as she spoke to Dave. 

"OK Dave, I see that nasty erection is gone. I want you to go stand in the corner for the next hour while we admire our handy work. No. don't cover up. I want to watch it change from crimson to purple. I'll just sit here and draw up your contact while you are reflecting on your situation. By the way, I really enjoyed myself, and I think Hilda and Jessica did to."

About 30 minutes later I heard the doorbell ring and footsteps approaching the dining room.

Mrs. Baxter looked up. "Oh, hi Edna. You're just in time to witness Dave sign this contract. I've decided to offer him the position we spoke about. Since you are his adviser, it makes perfect since for you to be the witness."

Edna turned and saw me standing in the corner for the first time.

"Wow" she said. "He sure is red, can I touch him?" 

Not waiting for a response she came over and put her hand on my bottom. 

"It's still hot. How long has he been standing here?" she asked.

"About 30 minutes." Mrs. Baxter said. "He has another 30 minutes to go and then we'll discuss the proposal and he can sign the contract if he's brave enough."

"Oh, I think he'll sign." said Edna Williams. "He already has another erection and its dripping a little. Tastes good, too."

"That's a good sign." Mrs. Baxter said. "Wouldn't it be nice if he were a masochist?" and both ladies laughed.

When my corner time was up Mrs. Baxter had me come over and stand between her and Edna Williams. I was still naked and figured I would remain so for the ceremony. This is what she proposed.

I would design my own schedule based upon my course load at school and daily assignments here. I would have designated study time, work time and free time. The schedule would be updated weekly and approved by her. This insured adequate time for school and work.

Next, my school work would have top priority. She would assist me by arranging for tutoring if necessary to maintain my grades and Edna said she would be glad to help whenever needed. She said if my GPA dropped below my current average at any time between now and graduation, I would be punished!

Next, she would provide me with a scholarship to cover my tuition and associated fees for the coming year as well as my senior year. In addition to working through the school year, I would work for her this summer as well as next summer. That meant I would have no out of pocket expenses for my remaining two years of school. 

I would be paid 100.00 per month provided I had completed all of my assignments for the month. I was free to spend the money any way I wished but I was not to ask my mom for money because she was already financially strained. There would be the opportunity to pick up some additional money during the summer as some of her friends often needed extra help with parties or doing things around the house but that would have to be approved by either herself or Jessica. 

She would provide free room and board including all meals, and I would have full access to all the amenities once I had completed all daily assignments. 

I thought the proposal was manageable, but she still hadn't said what my responsibilities would be.

"So, what will I have to do to receive all of these benefits?" I asked.

"I'm glad you asked." Mrs. Baxter said. "I have calculated that the value of what I offer is about 50K over the next two years. That is a huge investment on my part. I do this because your mother impressed me and I want to see that her dream comes true."

She continued. "Basically, I expect you to do anything that the women living here ask you to do. You will become the house servant and learn to serve women as they should be served. Your primary responsibilities include general house cleaning, laundry and other domestic services, but be warned; if one of the ladies were to tell you to 'kiss her ass' then that is exactly what I expect you to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am" I said.

"I am a believer in female supremacy." Mrs. Baxter began. "My mom dominated my father. In fact, he was her slave. She taught me how to control a man and make him a servant. My late husband Don was my slave. All of my daughters except for Jessica were taught my philosophy and got to practice on their father and brother. Jessica was away at boarding school and was too young to participate or understand the concepts of a FLR or how to train a man. My other daughters have embraced the lifestyle and live by it. Jessica is now ready to learn it as well."




Dave Gets an Education



"Dave," she continued. "I will be your Mistress until Jessica is ready to take you. When you graduate you will have to make a decision whether to stay with us or make your own way in life. I have missed the lifestyle since my husband died, but now it's time to teach Jessica. So if you accept this position, you will learn a lifestyle centered on Female Supremacy."

I had read a lot of stories of FLR and female domination on the internet. I had watched video and even talked on some of the chat sites. The idea of serving a dominate female had my cock swollen again. It was sticking straight out which I am sure did not get unnoticed by both women. The thought of serving Jessica nearly made me cum on the spot. Jessica had walked into the room as her mother was talking. I was staring at her instead of paying attention to what her mother was saying. 

"Before you answer I want to make sure you realize that this is not a game. This is a lifestyle. I have lived this lifestyle my entire adult life. My mother lived it and my daughters live it. My husband loved and served me for over 30 years. He never regretted his decision to be my servant. He was rewarded with some fantastic sex. He also suffered some painful punishments."

"Don't confuse this with what you read in magazines or on the internet." She continued. "You will be expected to follow all our commands. Every woman you meet will be you're superior. You will treat all women with respect. Good behavior will be rewarded, but failure and disrespect will result in punishment."

"Here is the contract" Mrs. Baxter announced.

She was looking straight at me. I finally came out of my daze as she slapped my cock a couple of times with her hand.

"Dave," she said. "Look at the contract. It outlines everything I have told you. Read it carefully. Make sure this is what you want because once you sign it your ass belongs to me for the next two years."

I looked the contract over. I could see the points that she outlined and I knew what she expected in return. I didn't bother to read all the legal jargon, I never really understood that stuff anyway. I knew that any contract that involved the concept of slavery would not be binding. Contracts were broken every day. I could get out if I found out that this lifestyle was not for me. Besides, if I liked it, maybe Jessica and I would get married after I graduated and then I could live the easy life. 

I signed on the line above my typed name and entered the current date. Jessica and Mrs. Baxter signed above their typed name and Prof. Williams signed as a witness. I was given a copy as was Jessica and Mrs. Baxter. My life was going to be changed forever. My real education was about to start.

Jessica came over and kissed me passionately. I think she stuck her tongue completely down my throat. She reached down and began massaging my crotch then kneaded my ass. My cock sprung up another inch or two. I had never been this erect in my life. 

"I think he might like this." she said. "His cock is as hard as a rock. I just can't wait to taste it."

"I think this calls for a celebration." Said Mrs. Baxter. "Who wants to go first?"

"Can I" said Prof. Williams. "I've been waiting all year for an opportunity like this."

With that my adviser removed the jeans and underwear that she was wearing and said 

"Get over here Dave, you've got a lot of itch to scratch and it's been itching for a long, long time. Get your tongue down there and show me what you got."

Edna was sitting at the dining room table with Dave on his knees licking and sucking as she grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her quim. 

"There you go, that's right... Oh that feels so good... Ummm, keep it up. I think about three more just like that will do it for my pussy, but my asshole has an itch too. I think you're going to be busy for a long, long time."