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Behavior Modification Institute

By: NancyPan



I tried to relax and gather my thoughts as I sat in the well-appointed waiting room impatiently rehearsing my best interview responses. It had been a long day already, up before 4 am to make the 6 am flight from Des Moines to La Guardia, then a cab to the Manhattan office. I was just barely early for my 1:30 interview. Not only a long day, but it had been a long year. Unemployed after an unexpected layoff, I hadn't had many real opportunities for good jobs.

And my wife Kelli was becoming very frustrated with me. She had been advancing in her career and she didn't seem to understand how hard it was for me to find a job. After all, I was now over 50 and I knew my job skills were lacking. Fortunately she had found me this interview. I was grateful that she'd set it all up for me, even booked my flight. And she told me that she had spoken to Ms. Panington, the director, and given her some background on my behalf. BMI, Behavior Modification Institute was the company. I had tried to research them on the internet, but the company website only listed contact information and displayed a notice that, due to the private nature of their mission, no other information was available.

I figured Ms. Panington would fill me in soon enough. If the office furnishings were any indication, this company was doing pretty dang well. All Kelli had told me was that the position would require extensive on-site training and that they were looking to fill it immediately. She had purchased an open-ended return ticket for me, and had packed my suitcase for me as well. She seemed to expect that I would get the position. We both knew I needed it. She had become so frustrated with me that our sex life had suffered and I hadn't made love with her for months.

The phone rang at the reception desk. "Yes, Ms. Panington. He is here. Shall I send him in?"

"She's sending out Ms. Jenson to get you. You can bring your suitcase in with you."

I could feel my nerves beginning to rise. I needed this job, and I didn't know how I'd face Kelli if I went home without it.

The door next to the reception desk opened, "Tom? I'm Ms. Jensen. Please follow me." Very formal, I thought, no handshake, hope this isn't a bad sign. Ms Jensen was a petite redhead with a bust line that must have made it hard for her to balance on her 4 inch pumps. I tried not to look at her well-rounded rear under her tight A-line linen skirt as I followed her down the hall. I knew that if I let myself become aroused that I would have trouble focusing in the interview.

Finally, at the end of the hall Ms. Jensen entered a door to a corner office and closed it behind her. "This is Ms. Panington, our director and chief trainer. Sit there, Tom," and she directed me to an overstuffed easy chair a few feet from Ms. Panington, who did not get up. I sat as directed and immediately recognized that I was not at eye level with Ms. Panington. She sat in a large leather desk chair on wheels and the chair I sat in left me several inches lower. Ms. Jensen sat on the nearby desk and seemed to make a display of crossing her legs.

"So, Tom, what do you know about BMI?" Ms. Panington began. 

"I know that you are Behavior Modification Institute and I assume that you sell your programs to companies looking to change the behavior of their employees?" I ventured.

"That's a reasonable guess, Tom, but that's not at all what we do. We actually are a one hundred percent female company and our customers are one hundred percent women. We help women change the behavior of their husbands, their boyfriends, or their sons." I was confused and wondered what I was doing applying for a job with an all-female company. She continued, "You see Tom, there has been a bit of deception in getting you here. We do not have a job for you. Kelli has hired us to change your behavior."

"What? You've got to be kidding?" I manage to say, "And what behavior is it that she wants changed?" 

"There appears to be plenty that is in need of changing, Tom. Kelli completed our questionnaire, which is quite extensive, and actually she was here last month for an in-person assessment," Ms. Panington explained with notable disdain, "She is quite disgusted with you, and frankly, I don't blame her."

"Why? What? What did she tell you about me?" I am both curious and angry. 

"I think it is best that we start with your viewing the introductory video that she taped while she was here. Then we will start our assessment," she explained. She leans over to her laptop, taps some keys, and Kelli's image flashes up on the 50 inch flat screen on the office wall.

The image of Kelli begins speaking. "Tom, if you are watching this you must be with Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen. I want you to do exactly as they tell you. This will make or break our marriage. As you know I have become quite successful in my career during this past year when you have been home surfing porn and masturbating. Yes, Tom, I know about your masturbating. I installed a hidden camera in our home office and one in the bedroom. I have seen you playing with your pathetic little dick every day. And I've seen you going through my dresser drawers and jerking off in my panties and other things. Yes, Tom, I've been watching you for months, and I have shown the tapes to Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen." Ms. Panington taps a key on her laptop and the video pauses.

"Do you have a problem with masturbation, Tom?" she asks. 

"Well, I, ahh, I just sometimes, you know, if I'm bored, or something," I feel my face flushing.

Ms. Panington resumes the video, and Kelli continues, "Tom, I do think that you have many endearing qualities and I do love you. If I didn't I would have kicked you out long ago. But, I want to tell you something that I have kept from you for years, you are a terrible lover. Your penis is very small and it has never satisfied me. You too often prematurely ejaculate, and now I find that you are a compulsive masturbator. So, here is how it will be: You can get up right now and walk out, return home, and go with me to the attorney's office and sign paperwork for a divorce; or, you will sign an agreement with BMI to undergo their training. It will begin with a two-week intensive, then one four day weekend per month over the next year or until I am completely satisfied." Kelli stops talking for a couple moments, as though for the weight of what she said to be allowed to sink in, to sink deep to my core. Then she continues, saying softly but sternly, "Things must change, Tom, or we're done." The TV screen goes blank.

I am dumbfounded. And, I am embarrassed to have these two attractive women know about my private habits. I couldn't bear the thought that Kelli had watched me pleasure myself in front of the computer screen and with pairs of her panties, bras, slips, and stockings. And these women have seen the video tapes as well. My face is flushed with embarrassment and my head hangs in shame. Ms. Panington stands up and approaches me. For the first time I notice how striking she is. Probably 6'2 in her heeled black boots, she is wearing a knee-length red leather skirt, a white silk blouse unbuttoned to show just a hint of white lace, and her perfume is intoxicating. She hands me a clipboard with a form on it and instructs me simply, "Sign here."

Without hesitation I sign. I knew that I couldn't afford, in more ways than one, to lose Kelli. Plus, I am experiencing a strange arousal from the thought that these two beautiful women knew my secrets. 

"Fine, then. Let's begin. Stand up and take off all clothing down to the women's panties that we know you are wearing. Kelli told us about that little habit as well."

I did as I was told. I wished that I hadn't chosen pink panties this morning, but how would I have known anyone would see them.

"Now sit back down, Tom." Ms. Panington stated firmly, without comment about the lace-trimmed full brief panties I was wearing. Once I was seated she continued. "Since part of your problem is compulsive and secretive masturbation, I want you to rub yourself through those pink panties until you are hard. Once you are hard and as large as you can muster, tell me and we will continue." Ms. Jensen now had a big smirk on her face and was teasingly crossing and uncrossing her legs. I was so nervous that I couldn't get hard, and the harder I tried, the more I seemed to shrink and the more embarrassed I became. Little drops of precum had left a wet spot on my panties.

"I thought this might happen. You can't perform in front of a woman because you are so used to jerking off in private. From now on, Tom, you will only be allowed to touch your precious little wee-wee in the presence of a woman. Is that understood?" she stopped and waited for my answer, continuing to tower over me.

"Yes, but..." I start to protest.

"You might be wondering how we will know. Show him, Ms. Jensen. Believe me, Tom, we will know. And you do not want to see what behavior modification techniques we will use if you touch yourself outside of the presence of a woman and without explicit permission to do so," Ms. Pennington explains in a no-nonsense tone.

Ms. Jensen pulls open a drawer on the desk and pulls out a small pink contraption. "Stand up, Tom, and pull down your panties. It is best for us to do this when you are soft anyway."

I comply. Ms. Jensen pulls on white latex gloves, lifts up my balls, and slides one side of my sack, then the other, through a round plastic ring. This ring is connected by a thick red wire to a stretchy pink Velcro band that she attaches around the base of my penis. She leans over and taps a couple keys on the keyboard and a graph pops up on the screen. "See this, Tom?" Ms. Jensen explains, pointing to the graph. "This will monitor the blood flow and arousal 24/7, and an alert will be sent to both of our cell phones if this is removed. Ejaculation is unmistakable on this computer program. Comprende?"

I nodded in agreement. With a mind of its own, my penis betrayed me as it grew to a full erection. They noticed, laughed at my arousal, and Ms. Jensen said to Ms. Panington, "Kelli did tell us that he jerked off looking at FemDom websites. Look how our control of his little wee-wee excites him. How sweet."

"Get the measuring tape, please," and I was mortified to have Ms. Jensen place the end of the tape at the base of my now fully erect cock and have her convey the tale of the tape to Ms. Panington, "Three and five-eighths, just over three and a half. No wonder Kelli has been so frustrated." My face flushed with humiliation, but my cock was throbbing and dancing on its own.

"Look how he loves the humiliation of his pathetic size being revealed to us two women," Ms. Jensen comments, "this behavior modification is going to be a load of fun."

Ms. Panington took on a more serious tone, "Tom, there are a few things that you must learn. First, you may only touch yourself in the presence of and with the permission of a woman. Second, you must learn not to ejaculate without permission. We will be addressing the premature ejaculation. Third, Kelli told us that she will never again allow your little wee-wee to enter her, so your only pleasure will be supervised masturbation. Oh yes, she also told us that she plans to never again touch it since it disgusts her so much. And finally, you will learn to pleasure women in other ways. Repeat to me what I just told you so that I know you understand."

I repeated what she had told me, again with my arousal being obvious from the involuntary throbbing and jerking of my cock.

"Now I want you to stroke it for us, just as you've been sneaking around and doing. If you get close to losing control you may take your hand away and ask for permission to stop. We want to get a baseline for the computer program." Ms. Panington instructed me, now with a smile, "I am going to begin your sexual history interview, and I want you stroking as we talk. Understood?"

I nodded and took my manhood in my right hand and began to slowly pump.

"And no B.S. Remember, we have considerable information from your wife, and we've seen videos of your masturbatory sessions." I nodded that I understood. "So, let's begin. Do you like to wear women's underwear?"

"Yes, Mam, I do." I responded as I slowly stroked.

"Tell us about the first time you put on panties. Were they your mothers?"

"Yes. I was about 12 years old. I was home alone and I went into her bedroom and opened her dresser. I looked through her things and a strong urge came over me to try on a pair of her panties," I continued to stroke as I explained, "They were white, nylon with lace..." Without warning, my cock begins to erupt. I quickly move my hand away, and say, "May I stop stroking?" But it is too late. I have spattered all over my stomach, the chair, even onto the carpet.

The two women shout in unison, "You naughty little panty boy. You will be punished for that."

(If there is enough interest, I will continue the story with additional chapters.)

Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 02



I had just lost my load in front of Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen. They had been quite clear that I was not to squirt without express permission. I could not bear to look at them and I hung my head in shame as my cock shrank in front of their disapproving gaze. My hand, my panties, and my belly had cum dripping everywhere and I could see that I had messed the chair and the carpet as well. I sat motionless, unsure what would happen next.

Ms. Panington picked up the phone, "Ms. Sweeney, would you come in here please. I want you to see this. Our new trainee has made quite a mess." Within seconds the young, attractive receptionist walked in, gave the scene a once-over, and burst into a giggle, "Oh my, when his wife was here she told me that he had a problem with staying power. Would you like me to get some baby wipes?"

"Yes, but just clean up the carpet and the chair. I think it is best that we let him sit in the mess he's made," Ms. Panington tells her.

Ms. Sweeney grabs a container of wipes from the cupboard and begins cleaning the mess. "What was it that set him off?" she asks. 

"We had just started our interview and I had simply asked him about the first time he wore his mother's panties, and he lost all control. Appears Kelli does need our help with this one," Ms. Panington explained. She then turned to me, "Head up, Tom. Look at me. Since we cannot now continue with our interview and premature ejaculation remediation, we will proceed with preparing you for your stay. And, you will experience your first punishment. Do you understand why you must be punished, Tom?"

"Yes, Ms. Panington, I do. I must be punished because I ejaculated without your permission. I am sorry, Ms. Panington," I said meekly.

"Well, it is important that you recognize what you have done, and I will accept your apology. I want you to apologize also to Ms. Jensen who had to witness your selfishness, and Ms. Sweeney who cleaned up your mess," Ms. Panington instructed.

"I am truly sorry that you had to see such a thing, Ms. Jensen," I paused and turned to Ms. Sweeney, "And I am sorry Ms. Sweeney, that I made such a mess."

Without responding, they gave each other a knowing look and laughed. "Shall I escort him for his bath and medical exam?" Ms. Jensen asked.

"Yes. I would like you to do that. Thank you," Ms. Panington turned to me, "Look up, Tom, and I don't want to have to tell you this again. Look at me when I am talking to you. I see the shame in your face, and you have plenty of reason to be ashamed. I want you to follow Ms. Jensen."

I get up and start to pull up my panties. Ms. Panington stops me, "No, Tom. Leave your panties down in front just as they are tucked under your little balls. You have no privacy here and I want anyone who might care to see to be able to see your shriveled wee-wee and the cum on your stomach. All of the women here will know that this is evidence of lack of control as we require men to ejaculate in a much daintier manner."

"Dainty?" I thought, as I got up and followed Ms. Jensen from the office, down the long hall to the elevator, where she pressed the down button. I stood, hands behind my back, pink panties covering my behind, but my now flaccid cock fully exposed and cum now drying on my belly. The elevator door opened and a woman dressed in a tight black leather corset, black leather skirt, and matching knee-length riding boots stepped out holding a leash attached to a naked burly man on all fours. He was wearing a pig nose strapped around his head and a pig-like tail protruding from his rear. "Oh hi, Susie," Ms. Jensen greets her, "Wasn't that a fun time at the club last night?" Both women totally ignore us as they carry on a conversation for several minutes. The pig-man and I wait patiently.

Finally, Ms. Jensen says, "I'm bringing this new one for his bath and medical. He had a little accident after just talking to Ms. Panington and me for a few minutes," and they both laugh as her friend notes the drying mess on me.

After these dreadful moments, we get in the elevator, Ms. Jenson pushes a button and the door closes. "That pig's wife found him screwing his secretary in his office," she explains. "We are teaching him that women are superior to men, but you already know that, don't you Tom?"

"Oh yes, Ms. Jensen, I most certainly do," I responded, not wanting to dig the hole I was already in any deeper. After all, I was standing next to this beautiful clothed woman wearing, myself, only pink panties pulled down in the most embarrassing position. And, she had just witnessed my loss of control at the mention of my adolescent foray into my mother's panty drawer. We continued the rest of the short elevator ride in silence. When the door opened, I followed her.

At the end of a long hall, Ms. Jensen pushed open a set of double doors and motioned for me to follow. A tall redhead wearing the skimpiest of nursing uniforms stepped out from one of the rooms and greeted Ms. Jensen. She ignored me other than asking, "Is this the wanker?"

Ms. Jensen laughed, and said, "Well, as you can see from the cum drying on his belly, masturbation is only one of his problems. He also has quite poor control, and he is, shall we say size-challenged as well." She turned to me, "Tom, this is Nurse Pyre, she'll be bathing and shaving you and completing your exam," Mx. Jensen explained, then turned to Nurse Pyre, "Nurse Pyre, this is Tom. Ms. Panington wants him fully prepped and shaved. And, if you could please also take care of punishing him. He is to be punished for ejaculating without permission. Ms. Panington will be sending a punishment parcel down soon. Thank you."

I watch Ms. Jensen exit through the double doors. Now it is just me and Nurse Pyre. This is another opportunity to run...but I do not want to lose Kelli. And I have no idea where my clothes and wallet might now be. Plus, I am finding myself extremely attracted to Nurse Pyre. She is wearing a traditional nurse's dress, but the hem is just below her buttocks and makes no secret of her wearing a white lace garter belt which holds up her white nylon stockings. I note no evidence of panties and I begin to lust for a flash of her pussy. The front of her uniform looks ready to burst the seams as her breasts are enormous. She notices me ogling them and turns to me, "Are you aroused by big tits, Tom? You don't have to answer that. I see you staring. These are natural triple D's, Tom. You can look but you can't touch. Now follow me for your cleaning." 

I follow her to a door marked "Shower," and she motions me to step inside. "Panties off, Tom, and off with your Wee-wee monitor. The device can tolerate dampness, but it's best not to get it soaking wet. Now stand over the drain," Ms. Pyre instructed me. She nodded towards the soap dish and removed a black hose with a garden-style nozzle attachment from the wall and turned on the water. "Scrub," is all she said as she expertly aimed the hose while I lathered from head to toe. Eventually she turned off the water and tossed me a towel. "Meet me through that door when you are dry," pointing to another door opposite the one we had come in, and she stepped out.

I was taken aback when I opened the door and stepped into the next room as it was a well-equipped medical exam room with a prominent exam table with gynecological stirrups. I stood, naked and shivering, waiting for Ms. Pyre to enter. As soon as she did she snapped her fingers, pointed at me, and patted the exam table. I got up and lay on my back on a fresh sheet of wrinkly white paper. She took first one leg, then the other, and fastened me into the stirrups with locking straps. She fastened a 3 inch wide leather belt around my waist and secured it to the table. Then she reattached the arousal monitor to my still shriveled penis. "Stroke!" she commanded, "Stop when you are fully erect."

I lay, legs in the air, knees bent, my most private areas fully exposed to this buxom redhead that I had met only minutes earlier. As I began stroking Nurse Pyre began unbuttoning her dress, eventually letting it drop to the floor displaying the full-cut white lace bra that projected her triple D's to within inches of my face. The lace of the white garter belt straps framed the neatly trimmed triangle of her mound, and I longed to have her turn around. My cock sprang to attention within seconds. "I thought that might help. Now take your hand away so I can get a measurement," Nurse Pyre instructed me.

As I moved my hand away she soon had both cuffed to the side of the table. She measured in a perfunctorily manner and made a notation on her clipboard. "It's just not fair, is it?" is all she said. Then she took a can of scented shaving cream and lathered my chest and began a series of even sweeps with a straight razor. Soon she had moved below my navel, and before a half hour had transpired, she had completely shaved me from chest to ankles. 

Finally she turned away from me and I got my first glimpse of her glorious ass. She opened a cabinet and took out an orange rubber bag with a long tube attached with a nozzle-like device on one end. She proceeded to fill the bag and hung it on a hook above the table. Without a word she inserted the business end of the nozzle into my exposed anus and she opened a valve at the bottom of the bag and I began to fill.

Just then there was a knock at the door and Ms. Sweeney walked in carrying a package. She gave me a quick glance and handed the package to Nurse Pyre. "Cleaning this one inside and out, huh?" she snickered, "Ms. Panington wants him to have the sustained arousal punishment. Here are the things you'll need," Ms. Sweeney turned to leave, then stopped, "Oh yes, she said to tell you that she will resume his sexual history interview in the morning."

As soon as they were again alone, Nurse Pyre opened the package, peered inside, and let out a low moan. "Perfect!" she said to herself. She reached in and withdrew a pair of full-cut white nylon panties with lace on the waist and legs. Tom saw immediately that they were exact replicas of the first panties he had even worn. Nurse Pyre dangled them in front of Tom's eyes. "Should I allow you to wear your Mommy's silky, sexy panties again, my little panty boy?"



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 03



I had often looked for panties just like the ones I had found as a teenager in mother's dresser drawer. But nothing just like them seemed to be made these days. I had even looked at vintage panty sites on eBay without any luck. So to see this pair, so similar, so alike, so silky, sooo...of course I wanted to put them on. I was in a bit of a quandary at the moment, however. My ankles were locked into gynecological stirrups, I had an enema tube filling my bowels, my hands were bound to the side of the table, and I knew that my fate was entirely in Nurse Pyre's hands, at least for now.

"We're just about done with your cleaning and exam, Tom," Nurse Pyre told him, "Then apparently it will be up to me to administer your punishment. Remind me, Tom, why are you to be punished?"

"I must be punished for ejaculating without permission, Nurse Pyre." I said quietly.

"That's right, Tom, and I believe it was something about your first time wearing these very panties that cost you that control, wasn't it?" 

"Yes, Ma'am. It was."

"Well, Tom, I am going to unbuckle your wrists and your ankles, and I am going to remove the enema nozzle. I want you to lay silently as long as you can endure the rumbling in your bowels, then you may hop off the table and empty yourself in the toilet through that door. Once that's done come back in here and I will begin your punishment." 

By now I was quite exhausted. After all, my day had started quite early, and I hadn't had anything to eat since grabbing a quick breakfast sandwich at the airport. I wanted to be done with this embarrassing medical exam and cleaning and endure whatever punishment was to be dealt me. And, I couldn't get the Mommy panties out of my mind. 

After vacating my bowels on a long stint on the porcelain throne, and a symphony of embarrassing sounds that I was sure Nurse Pyre could hear, I finally sheepishly made my way back to the exam room, red-faced but relieved. There I found Nurse Pyre sitting on a stool fiddling with a laptop. She remained sans her nurse uniform dress, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her amply-filled bra cups. She was still wearing the garter belt, hose, and white pumps; but she had made one addition to her wardrobe. She now was wearing the Mommy panties, or at least what turned out to be one of multiple duplicate pairs. She patted a stool next to her and I sat next to her, naked other than the arousal monitor that remained around my balls and flaccid penis. She reached over and adjusted it slightly, "Okay, now I am getting a good reading," and I could see a graph on the laptop screen.

"Are you familiar with what some call tease and denial, Tom," Nurse Pyre asked me as she placed one hand on her crotch and the other on her chest, giving both areas a delicate rub.

"Yes, Nurse Pyre, I have read about it on the internet," I replied.

"Well Tom, Ms. Panington is going to try to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. She wants to continue to increase your staying power, and she wants you to be punished for ejaculating so selfishly. So, what she has asked me to do is what we call the "prolonged arousal" punishment. She wants you aroused for four hours, and there will be no release during or after that four hours. I will be stimulating you and Ms. Panington will be able to access the monitoring program from her office at any time." She stopped talking and reached for a syringe that lay on the counter next to her. Without a word, she injected me on my inner thigh. "This will keep you erect, Tom. Ever hear those ads about an 'erection lasting longer than four hours?' Well, you're going to have one," she explained with more than a hint of sarcasm, "Too bad it still will be tiny, and so useless."

Within seconds my penis began to engorge, and Nurse Pyre instructed me to stand up.  "Let me take a look at you. All clean inside and out. All shaved. And look at how your little wee-wee is standing at attention. Does your wee-wee like my tits?"

"Yes, Ma'am. It does." And she took me in her hand and rubbed my cock against the lace of her bra while she kept an eye on the laptop screen. "Whoa. Very nice response. I must be careful if you are to last for four hours. I wonder what would happen if your little wee-wee touched my tits with no bra to hide them. Would you like to see them, Tom?" she laughed.

I was twitching uncontrollably. "Yes, Nurse Pyre, I would be honored to have you take off your bra."

"First back up on the table, Tom," she instructed me. Then before she elevated my legs back to the stirrups she produced another pair of the white nylon lace-edged panties and slowly slipped them over my legs and up over my buttocks and my twitching penis.

"Oh, Nurse Pyre, Ooohhhh. I am about to cum. These panties feel so wonderful." I yelled as the fabric of the panties first touched my erect cock.

Without hesitation, she slapped me soundly across the face, "Do not cum, pantyboy, or you will long regret it," Nurse Pyre barked in a no-nonsense tone that startled me out of my panty-crazed delirium. "This is just the beginning, and ejaculation is not an option, not today."

She brusquely grabbed first one leg, then the other, and secured them back in the stirrups. Then my wrists were shackled to the side of the exam table. "You will control that pathetic selfish wee-wee," she demanded. With that, she took off her bra revealing her large and firm breasts. She stood over me with her nipples just inches from my face. "You may look if they arouse you so, but a man such as you would never be allowed to touch," she laughed.

Nurse Pyre left the exam room for a moment and returned wheeling a large machine that she plugged into a wall outlet. She then connected the laptop, and entered some keystrokes. Next she uncoiled a long tube from the device. Attached to the tube was a stainless steel cylinder, open on one end with what appeared to be black latex inside of it. I thought it looked strangely alike a milking device that might be used on a dairy farm, and it began to dawn on me that this would be used for my sustained arousal. Nurse Pyre took a tube of some sort of lube which she injected liberally into the tube, then she leaned over the table, breasts swinging freely just inches from my face, pulled down my panties, and placed the contraption over my erect three-plus inch penis.

Without a word, she flipped a switch on the machine, and I felt an unbelievable pulsing and sucking sensation on my cock. "Ooooh. Nurse Pyre. Ooooh. Thank you. Ooooh." As suddenly as it had started, the sensation stopped. "Please don't let it stop, please," I pleaded. 

"Now, Tom, I know that you are very used to wanking to your heart's content; to just jerking off as fast and furious as you might want, but Tom, you are not in control of your precious little wee-wee, and you will never be again. This is a punishment, Tom," she paused as though to let this sink in, then continued, "We have a good baseline from the arousal meter. The software will detect when you are about to ejaculate and will cease stimulation instantaneously; when the arousal meter indicates that your arousal has subsided sufficiently, it will begin stimulation once again. Simple, huh?" 

I didn't think she really wanted me to answer, so I didn't say anything. The stimulation started again, and I found myself involuntarily thrusting my hips as though I was fucking. Nurse Pyre found this quite humorous and roared in laughter. "Look at you, Tom, trying to fuck the machine. How pathetic. You know, Tom, Kelli has decided that your penis will never again feel the inside of her pussy. She has no interest in it, Tom."

Having Nurse Pyre laugh at me and hearing her talk about my wife's pussy was almost too much and I again thought I was about to squirt, but the device stopped once again. I breathed deeply, impatient for the sensation to resume.

"I am going to place a FaceTime call to Kelli, Tom," Nurse Pyre says as the stimulation begins again, "She asked that she be allowed to witness any punishments that you received while in our care."

"No, please, Nurse Pyre, I don't want her to see me like this," I begged. 

"Of course she must see you, Tom. After all, you agreed to submit to our training. Remember, Tom, it is Kelli who is paying the bill here," and she hit speed-dial.

"Oh, hi, Kelli. This is Nurse Pyre at the Institute. I just wanted to give you an opportunity to speak to Tom and participate, if you'd like to do so, in his first punishment. We call it sustained arousal."

"He's being punished? So soon, on his very first day?" Kelli asked.

"Yes, it will all be in Ms. Panington's report. He ejaculated without permission right in front of Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen. Made quite a mess, too. I'm going to let you speak to him," and she turned the phone towards me and held it up in front of my face. Just then, the machine began to hum and the stimulation was unbelievable.

"Ooooh. Aargh. K-K-K-Kelli. Ooooh. I, I, I, I love you, Kelli." I managed to say.

"I love you, too, sweetie. You seem to be having a bit of a hard time talking. I am so disappointed to hear that you ejaculated in front of those two women; how embarrassing," Kelli said teasingly.

I was about to cum again, and the machine stopped again just in time. "Kelli, I am sorry that I disappointed you, I am. I don't want to lose you. I will do my best to learn everything they have to teach me. I do have one question, though, may I ask?" I said.

"Sure, honey. You can ask," Kelli responded and just then the sucking sensation started again.

"Ooooh, Kelli, Ooooh."

"Yes, dear, what is it Tom?" Kelli asked.

"They, um, they told me that my penis will never again be allowed...Ooooh, Aargh, Ooooh...into your pussy again. Is that true?" I managed to get out of my mouth.

"Yes, that is true Tom. You see I have always found your small penis disgusting. I only accommodated you because I thought I had to do so. Then when I realized that you masturbated all of the time anyway, I decided that I was done with your little thing forever. Ms. Panington has assured me that you will be taught new methods that will more than compensate for all the years I've gone without. Things will never be the same, Tom, Ms. Panington has assured me that you will become the best pussy sucker a woman could ever hope for, and they will be teaching you how to use toys to enhance the female orgasm. I understand that your little thing will miss my pussy, but you will be getting plenty of pussy, just in other ways. Won't that be fun, Tom?" Kelli gave me the answer I didn't want to hear. The device stopped stimulation again just short of my edge. "Nurse Pyre, could you hold the phone so that I can see the device on his little prick? I am done talking to him."

"Sure. Here it is. I am sending you a link to the computer program so that you can log in and check his arousal monitor at any time," and the two women talked for a while like old friends about me, the benefits of tease and denial, and my condition. 

By the time they are done talking I am in an altered state of consciousness with minutes or sometimes only seconds of stimulation, then a sudden stop for what seemed to be randon intervals. Eventually, I hear Kelli say, "Good-bye Nurse Pyre. Thank you. Good-bye, Tom."

"I have one more surprise for you, Tom. Kelli overnighted these to us just yesterday," and she reached into the punishment package that Ms. Jensen had brought down and took out several ziplock bags. "Kelli has been wearing her panties for two days in a row the last couple weeks, and she has sent them to help us with your training. Let's see, I think we will start with these pretty pink bikinis," and she opened the bag containing the pink pair. She held them out in front of my face, and then pulled them over my head with the crotch resting just over my nose. Taking some medical tape from a drawer, she placed a couple strips of tape on the leg openings to ensure that the panties stayed in place.

Kelli's strong scent enveloped me and I felt the device shut down immediately. The exciting aroma of Kelli's pussy surrounded me, calming me with its familiarity while exciting me with what I was coming to understand I would never again be allowed to fuck—only suck.

Nurse Pyre, got up, patted me gently on the forehead, turned out the light, and closed the door behind her after saying, "Three and a half hours more to go, Tom." And the continual stimulation device clicked on once again.



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 04



I received some very negative and very aggressive comments about previous chapter postings. If you are not aroused by FemDom, Humiliation, and Forced Fem please do not bother to read this. These stories are for the benefit of those who enjoy this form of erotica.

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I lost all concept of time as I fell into a rhythm of incredible stimulation to my penis during which my mind would flood with images of Kelli's fragrant pussy as, with every breath, it was as though my face was buried between her legs. The crotch of her panties covered my nose and I inhaled her womanhood as though in a trance. I imagined myself thrusting into her, ready to explode, then the stimulation would suddenly stop and I would remember that I would never again enter her in such a way. Or, sometimes, my mind would picture Nurse Pyre's beautiful, round, firm, and large breasts and just as I would imagine rubbing my cock between them and exploding over her nipples the machine would stop. My mind even went to the image of my sitting in front of Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen with my cock in my hand and the embarrassment of my accident. The machine abruptly stopped all stimulation when I thought of that scene. This reinforced that being sexually humiliated by women brought me to the edge of orgasm.

The room had been totally silent for the longest time. Suddenly I began to hear a faint voice. I thought at first that it was my mind playing tricks on me, but the voice became gradually louder until I could determine that it was the voice of Ms. Panington. It seemed to be coming from multiple speakers in the room. As the voice became louder I began to be able to understand what was being said.

"You have been a naughty, naughty boy, Tom. You have demonstrated quite clearly that you are not man enough to manage the responsibility of a penis. It no longer belongs to you, Tom. It belongs to Kelli. Your little wee-wee belongs to your wife, Tom. No more touching without supervision, Tom, no more wanking. We will be training you to serve all women, Tom."

Soon I realized that this taped message was being repeated each time the stimulation machine stopped. Part of me knew that it was some sort of mind control and I thought that I should somehow resist. There was another, stronger, deeper part of me that wanted to submit, that wanted my penis to be controlled by women. After all, I had often jerked off while reading stories of female domination and forced chastity.

I was so confused. I so much wanted to ejaculate—each time the device brought me to the edge I hoped that the software would fail and I willed myself to cum, but to no avail. I felt humiliated to be confined as I was and as I reviewed the events of this very long day; but then I found myself strangely excited and thankful that I was having this powerful sexual experience. I felt scared about what my future might hold; yet I was heartened by the thought that Kelli seemed so interested in me and helping me improve as her husband. I felt embarrassed to have the women at this Institute know so much about me and see me in such demeaning circumstances; yet I felt a freedom that my masturbation and my fetishes were no longer secret—and I found it arousing that these women knew my secrets.

So I was well into the rhythm of these thoughts and sensations when the door to the exam room opened. Without a word Nurse Pyre entered allowing the light from the hallway to illuminate her task. Without a word, the first thing she did was to remove Kelli's panties from my head. Then she unbuckled my wrists from the side of the table and my ankles from the stirrups. She gently massaged my thighs and calves as she forced my legs to lay straight on the table. She flipped a switch on the stimulation machine, and with a notable sucking noise, pulled the milking tube from my swollen cock. She put on a pair of rubber gloves and put some ointment in her palm and began to coat my shaft with an oily substance. I started to speak, but she silenced me with a "Ssshhh!" then told me "This is a numbing cream. It will help you sleep."

"Sit up, Tom," she instructed, "You may feel a bit dizzy for a few minutes. Once you are up to it, hop off the table and go and pee. Then we'll prepare you for bed." I did as I was told, relieved to empty my bladder and looking forward to being able to sleep. "Did you learn your lesson, Tom? No more unauthorized ejaculations."

"Yes, Ma'am," is all I said.

I was still wearing the white nylon and lace Mommy panties, but Nurse Pyre was again back in her nurse's dress. She opened a drawer and took out a long-leg high-waisted panty girdle that looked to be a couple sizes too small for me. She handed it to me, saying only, "Wriggle into this. It will help you resist temptation." While putting it on I noticed that it was belted with a small padlock hanging from the back. Once I was securely in the girdle, Nurse Pyre secured the belt with the lock. It would be impossible to get it off, and my penis was scrunched tight against my belly. Once satisfied that all was secure, she motioned for me to follow her out of the exam room. Back to the elevator where we took a silent ride up several floors, then down a short hallway to a room she unlocked with a key. She pushed the door open, motioned for me to enter, then pulled the door shut and locked it from the outside. I heard her heels clicking down the tile hallway as I fumbled to find a light switch. 

The room was small and square, probably about 12 X 12 with no windows. There was no bathroom, but a door revealed a large walk-in closet. There was a nightstand and a bureau and one twin bed. The room was appointed in an overtly feminine style with a floral-patterned comforter covering sheets and pillowcases of a deep peach color. There would be time enough in the morning to take more of a look around. All I could think of now was sleep and I crawled between the soft sheets with awareness that all I was wearing was a pair of the nylon panties I had craved for so long, a restrictive panty girdle, and of course my arousal monitor.

Sleep came almost instantly. The next thing I knew I heard a key turning in the lock and the door opened and the light snapped on. It was Ms. Jensen. "Good morning, Tom. Sleep good? I brought you some coffee. I will be showing you to the bathroom where you may shower, shave, everything mind you, and take care of your toileting needs. I got out of bed forgetting for a moment that I was wearing a women's high-waisted panty girdle, then startled by Ms. Jensen's laugh, "Oh look at what Nurse Pyre put you in. She is so funny. I'm sure she made you wear a panty girdle just to embarrass you, Tom, because of course your monitor would have told us if you played with yourself, wouldn't it have, Tom?" I could feel my face flush and I pulled the bedsheet around my middle. "Don't be silly, Tom. Remember, you have no privacy here. Come here. I'll unlock you. Nurse Pyre left the key on a hook outside the door."

After I was unlocked I peeled the girdle down. "Panties, too, Tom. I'm sure they're in need of cleaning by now." Soon I stood naked in front of Ms. Jensen who herself was dressed in a charcoal gray business suit with the skirt just above her knees and accented with a deep lavender silk blouse, black opaque tights, and over-the-calf black leather boots with three-inch stilettos. "Follow me, Tom." Just a couple doors down was a large bathroom with a toilet, glass-enclosed shower, a twin vanity, and a pair of ornate wrought iron stools with round pink cushions. Ms. Jensen sat on one of the stools, opened her laptop that she placed on the vanity, and said, "Get going, Tom. We will be joining Ms. Panington for breakfast and she is expecting us in a half hour."

I stood at the toilet for the longest time. I had to pee really badly, but the flow wouldn't begin with the knowledge that this attractive and fully clothed woman was watching my every move. Finally! I hurriedly showered after Ms. Jensen removed the monitor to prevent the electronics from getting wet. Then I stood patiently in front of her as she secured it again, doing so in a most cursory manner, but with the tiniest hint of a smirk. Once I completed shaving, she walked me back to my room, and then said, "I am going to leave you to get dressed, Tom. I will be back in ten minutes. Everything you will need is in the bureau and the closet. Have fun."

I walked to the bureau and opened the top drawer. Arranged in neat rows were dozens of panties. They were all of the same nylon and lace style as the pair that had gotten me in trouble in front of Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen, but in addition to white there were stacks of various pastel colors and patterns. My cock began to grow at the sight of them and I thought about stroking it and relieving all of my pent-up frustration right then and there, but I knew that the monitor would alert them and I did not want to endure another punishment, not so soon anyway. "Dang it," I thought, "They will be able to tell that I got hard just by opening the bureau drawer." I opened the second drawer and was surprised to find rows of neatly arranged bras on one side and, on the other side, 4 rows of various size silicone breast forms. I had never actually touched one of these forms before, and my cock throbbed as I picked up a large form and placed it, just for fun mind you, over my man-breast. I found myself giggling like a school girl at the thought of having my very own boobs. The next drawer contained multiple packages of brand new pantyhose, thigh highs, and stockings with several styles of garter belts. And the bottom drawer contained all manner of shapewear from waist cinchers, open-bottomed girdles, padded panties, everything.

I figured that I was expected to choose something from these drawers, but what? I decided to look in the closet before deciding on underwear. When I flipped on the closet light I saw all manner of feminine footwear lined up against 3 walls, all I could readily see were in my size. Hanging on racks on both sides of the closet were uniforms of various styles and types. They ranged from skimpy cocktail waitress uniforms, to ultra-sissy French maid uniforms with petticoats, to basic hotel maid uniforms, to flight attendant outfits. None were the kind of clothes that Kelli wore or that I had seen Ms. Panington or Ms. Jensen in, all seemed to be representative of women either in servile roles. 

Was I to wear...was I to be allowed...was I to be required...to wear such things? This was the epitome of my masturbation fantasies. Kelli had video-taped me jerking off while wearing her underwear, and she must have tracked my internet history and saw that I spent considerable time on sissy and forced feminization sites. My entire body tingled and my cock throbbed with the realization that Kelli knew that I was a sissy; and not only she knew it, but obviously Ms. Panington and the staff of the Institute as well. I wanted to sit down amongst all those sissy feminine clothes and jerk off, but I knew that my penis was being monitored. I would not be able to deny my arousal at seeing the clothing in the bureau and this closet. As I realized this I felt a flooding of humiliation. Not only was I a sissy, but my wife knew about it, had told others, and seemed to be about to take advantage of my true nature.

I began to tremble, this time not with excitement, but with absolute humiliation. I was not really a man and I was of course not a woman. I was a sissy. Was Kelli prepared to accept this about me? Would I be able to accept this about myself? I heard a key in the lock and Ms. Jensen walked in to find me trembling in the closet, still naked and trembling like a leaf. "What's wrong, Tom? I told you tht you had ten minutes to dress for your meeting with Ms. Panington," Ms. Jensen said with a concerned tone.

I could not find words to express how I felt and I stood speechless in front of her, my penis now flaccid and attempting to retreat inside of me. "Let me guess, Tom. You are struggling with the realization that you are about to enter an entirely new world, and you are afraid to give up your feeble efforts at being a man. Just seeing the clothing that will be your future is a little frightening, eh?"

"Yes, Ms. Jensen," I began, "I am so confused. I have been trying to be manly my whole life, but there is something so appealing about the clothing I see here."

"We know, Tom. And Kelli knows too. She has known for a long time. She first came here seeking counsel to see if we could help her retrain you to become more of a man. At first we thought it was possible, but when she showed us some of the videos of your masturbating while wearing women's clothes, the websites you frequented, the images you jerked off to, and when we saw the size of your penis...well, Tom, we told her it was best to embrace that her husband was a sissy and she agreed to have us train you in the service of women." She stopped for a minute. My cock was now standing at attention. "Look at yourself, Tom. I talk to you about serving women and your masturbation fantasies, and your arousal betrays you. Accept that you are a sissy, Tom. Accept that your life will change forever and you that your place in life will be to serve your wife. Of course you will never again serve her with your penis, but we will be training you in other methods. Accept yourself, Tom, and then we can get on with getting you dressed for your day."

I stood for a moment and I struggled to look Ms. Jensen in the eye. She smiled warmly and took my engorged penis in her hand. "It's okay, Tom. Say it. Kelli has accepted it. Here at the Institute we know that there are men like you, not quite men, but not women either. We call people like you sissies, Tom. Say it. 'I am a sissy.' It will help you to say it," and she gave me a quick stroke, then took her hand away.

"I am a sissy," I said tentatively.

"Say it again with a little more enthusiasm, and then I will help you get dressed," Ms. Jensen said with a smile.

"I am a sissy. I am a sissy. I am a sissy." I felt so relieved.



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 05



"I am so proud of you, Tom," Ms Jensen said warmly, approaching me and taking my hands in hers, "It will help you so much to accept this about yourself, Tom. We will help you turn the fantasy of being a sissy into the reality of sissy life. Ms. Panington will be pleased with this progress, and I am quite sure that Kelli will be pleased as well. Let's get you dressed."

I stood there in disbelief about what had just happened. I had said out loud, for the first time in my life that "I am a sissy." I was naked in front of this beautiful fully clothed and authoritative woman who was praising me for admitting that I was a sissy. Not only that, but my penis was throbbing at its full arousal length of just over three and a half inches. And now she was going to help me get dressed and all there was to dress in was very feminine attire. We would obviously be choosing panties, a bra, and probably breast forms from the bureau and one of the many outfits hanging in the closet, and shoes...well...today would be interesting.

"I see that you are aroused, Tom. It is a cute little thing you have and that little thing seems to be so excited that it will soon be covered by panties. But I am going to ask you to keep focused so that we can get you dressed. We are to meet Ms. Panington for breakfast in her office in just a few minutes. Now let's get started. I will select today's outfit for you, Tom, but in the future we expect that you dress yourself. After all, you are a sissy, not a child."

My face burned with embarrassment as Ms. Jensen brushed by me and opened the panty drawer. "I believe that pink will be the color of the day. It is, of course, the sissiest color of all and let's have you start off on the right foot," and she handed me a pair of the full-cut "Mommy" panties with lace around the waistband and leg openings. "Put these on, Tom. I will find a matching bra. Let's see, I think we will go for the largest cups today. I will need the DD cup and the largest forms. Here we go, a matching pink pocket bra." She took the bra from the bureau and some large silicone breast forms. "let me show you how to put the forms in the bra, Tom, because we will expect that you do this yourself going forward, and we will want your bra to match your panties." She sat on the bed and demonstrated securing the forms in the pockets of the bra. "Turn around, Tom. Let's get you some boobs," and she laughed as I put my arms through the straps and she clasped the bra across my back. "Va-Va-Voom. Look at those tits, sissy-boy!" and she laughed some more. "Now stockings; I think we will use thigh highs today. Since we don't have any in pink I think this nude pair will give a nice look," and she handed me an unopened package. "I know that I don't have to show you how to put those on, Tom. I have seen the videos of you masturbating wearing Kelli's things. While you put them on I will choose the dress you'll be wearing today."

I was feeling a profound embarrassment to be dressing in such feminine things in front of, and with the help of, Ms. Jensen. But this embarrassment was mixed with an incredible arousal unrivaled by anything I'd ever before experienced. And also mixed in was an overwhelming sense of relief that I would no longer need to hide my true self. On top of all that I remained a bit scared about what was ahead.

I sat on the bed, rolled up the each stocking just as I had watched Kelli do many times, and pulled up each one, noting their fine quality, and admiring how they enhanced my smoothly-shaved legs. Ms. Jensen emerged from the closet holding a tiny pink cocktail waitress outfit. The bodice was made of a PVC-like material, shiny and stretchy, obviously form-fitting. The long sleeves were a slinky nylon see-through mesh, as was the midriff which was attached to a a pleated PVC skirt with an attached tiny white lace apron across the front. "This will be perfect for today, Tom. It will show off your breasts and give us plenty of access to your little wee-wee," she giggled.

The underwear was a turn-on to me, but this outfit scared me, and I knew that I would look ridiculous. I started to protest, "But, Ms. Jensen," and I could feel my penis shrinking in my panties, "I will look awful in that. I will look like a man in a waitress dress." 

"Yes, you will, Tom. I expect that you will find it deliciously humiliating, especially when we connect with Kelli on FaceTime later this morning. Remember what you are, Tom. Say it. I am not a real man, I am a ..."

"I am a sissy," I responded.

"Very good, Tom. You are a sissy. Look at you. Your tiny penis is being monitored 24/7 by women, you are wearing silky pink panties, a bra with DD silicone breast forms, nylon thigh highs, and you want to argue about what dress you'll be wearing? Please!" Ms. Jensen quite firmly reminded me of my status. Now slip this on, and I'll zip it up in back, and stop with such nonsense."

There was a bit of tugging and adjusting to get the stretchy bodice over my breast forms and to get the skirt to sit just right about mid-thigh, but all-in-all it fit just like it had been special ordered for me, which it had. "You may look in the mirror now, Tom," Ms. Jensen said.

I felt my penis growing against my silky panties as I looked at myself in the mirror. I could not believe how I looked with such large breasts; from the neck down I looked like a sexy woman ready to serve drinks at an upscale bar. But from the neck up I looked like...Tom.

"You like, Tom?" Ms. Jensen asked.

"Yes, um, I do, but, I mean it looks good and it feels wonderful, but, um..." I stumbled.

"Yes, Tom. Is there a problem?"

"Well, I appreciate all you are doing for me, and I am relieved that Kelli seems to be accepting my true nature. And I love, love, love being able to wear these clothes even if I'm a little embarrassed to have them on in front of you, but my face and my hair. I look like a man wearing women's clothes," I answered.

"Well, that is in fact exactly what you are, Tom. You are a male, but not a manly male, who has been sneaking around and jerking off in secret while wearing his wife's clothes. You can never really be a woman, Tom, try to accept that. And you are not really a man either, Tom. Men don't get erections at the thought of wearing panties and lose all control and spurt cum all over themselves when they talk about trying on their mother's panties. You are a sissy, and your role in life going forward, now that you've admitted it, will be to serve women," she paused and put her hand under my skirt and stroked my semi-erect cock until it was hard, then she continued, "Kelli has been quite specific in her orders. She has forbid us from using makeup or wigs to enhance your feminine appearance. She wants you to be a feminized male, but obviously male to all who might see you. She thinks that it will be far more humiliating for you to have to display yourself as a man in ultra-feminine and sissy clothes than it would be to allow you to imitate women. You're not a transvestite, Tom, you are a sissy."

I wasn't sure what to think, so I said nothing.

"Now slip on the heels I've selected for you and let's go. Ms. Panington doesn't like to be kept waiting."

I followed Ms. Jensen from the bedroom wearing the two-inch black pumps that she'd selected for me, thankful that she'd not selected a more extreme pair and thankful that I'd had plenty of practice prancing around in Kelli's shoes that were just a size too small for me.

When we arrived at Ms. Panington's office she was sitting at her desk busy on her laptop. "I've been monitoring your arousal this morning, Tom. Seems like things have been up and down, so to speak," she laughed. "And you seemed to sleep well. The monitor indicates that your little wee-wee was erect most of the night. And I am proud of you Tom that you didn't touch it. That is quite an accomplishment for a compulsive masturbator after your four hours of stimulation." She got up and walked around her desk, and sat on the edge . She pointed to a small pink pad in front of her, "Kneel there, Tom. We have some things to talk about."

Ms. Panington was wearing a flared floral dress. As I knelt in front of her and she sat on her desk, I was eye level with her crotch. I remembered that she had instructed me to look at her when she spoke, so I strained my neck to look up past her amble breasts to look at her as she spoke. "We're going to have breakfast in a few minutes, Tom. I'm sure you are starving. But first we are going to have a little chat," she turned to Ms. Jensen, "Ms. Jensen would you pull up Tom's skirt and pin it to his waist and pull his panties down?"

Soon my shriveled penis was exposed as I knelt in front of Ms. Panington. "Play with it, Tom," she instructed, "We must continue to improve your staying power. I trust that you learned from your punishment not to ejaculate without permission."

I put my hand on my cock and began to masturbate in front of these two fully clothed beautiful women. Then Ms. Panington continued.

"I have good news and bad news for you, Tom," she began, "I am very proud of you for accepting that you are a sissy. I heard you admit as such to Ms. Jensen through the audio surveillance we have in your room. I'd like to hear you say it to me as well, and later we'll contact Kelli so that you can admit it to her. I know that she will be so pleased with your progress."

"I am," I hesitate, having a hard time getting the words to come out, "a sissy."

"Again, Tom!" Ms. Panington commands.

"I am a sissy. I am a sissy, and my role in life is to serve women," I say confidently, wanting her approval.

"Very good, sissy Tom. I am very proud of you! Some of our trainees find themselves unable to accept this until towards the end of their second week," and she reached down and patted me on the head, "Now keep stroking while I give you the bad news. Nurse Pyre told me that you ogled her breasts and that you even tried to touch them with your filthy wee-wee. She said that she was testing you, Tom, and that you told her that you loved big tits and that you couldn't keep your eyes off of them. Well, Tom, you must learn that Kelli will be the only object of your sissy sexual desires. Your little wee-wee belongs to her and it is never to touch a female, nor may you touch a woman's breasts, Tom, nor look at them with lust. They are not playthings for your amusement. Breasts are symbolic of female superiority over men, Tom. They are to be respected, not lusted after. Do you understand me, Tom?" 

"Yes, Ms. Panington, sorry, Ms. Panington, but I ..."

"No buts, Tom. We will consider this a minor infraction this first time, but I will expect better of you in the future. In light of your acceptance of yourself as a sissy I think a simple spanking will do. Stand up and lay over my lap sissy."

I got up, Ms. Panington pulled up her skirt revealing the crotch of her pantyhose and I could see a hint of her black panties underneath. She patted her lap. As I lay across her thighs my now erect cock was touching the silky fabric of her hose. "Ms. Jensen, would you get a pair of Kelli's soiled panties and place them over Tom's head. I want him thinking of her whenever he is punished," Ms. Panington said. Soon I hear the sound of a plastic bag opening and a pair of Kelli's red bikini panties is secured around my head, again with medical tape ensuring that the gusset remained over my nose.

Ms. Panington began to spank me just as my senses were flooded with images of Kelli's fragrant pussy. With each spank my body lifted just slightly off of Ms. Panington's lap, then my cock slid against her stockings as I briefly relaxed. Spank. Up. Down. Spank. Up. Down. Spank. "You are not to ogle and lust after women's breasts, sissy boy!" Spank. Up. Down. Spank. Up. Down. The scent of Kelli's pussy, and all the arousal from the night before; it was too much. Kelli's panties over my head, Ms. Jensen watching Ms. Panington spank me, my ultra-feminine clothing, too much. 

Aargh! Ummph! Ahhh! Ohhh! And I came in a sudden, explosive, giant orgasm all over Ms. Panington's nylon-covered thighs.



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 06



Ms. Panington screamed and pushed me from her lap. The arousal monitor alarm was blaring. Ms. Jensen leaped to her feet and ran to Ms. Panington's side. Upon seeing the mess, she shouted, "Naughty sissy! Didn't you hear the alarm?"

I lay on the floor ashamed and humiliated. I had heard the alarm begin to sound, but I so much wanted to cum I had thrust my cock into Ms. Panington's thigh wanting to squirt. In the moment all I could think of was cumming; the consequences of doing so were the farthest thing from my mind. Lost in the scent of Kelli's fragrant panties and the erotic thrill of being spanked by Ms. Panington in front of Ms. Jensen, the bounce of my breast forms as I lay across her lap, and when my cock had rubbed against the silkiness of her nylon stockings, all I could think of was relief. Like an animal I had given in to my instinct. Like a sissy, I had not cum in a woman's pussy like a real man would. Instead, like a sissy, I had cum on a woman's lap while my panties were pulled down to my knees and I was being spanked. And, once again I had ejaculated without permission. 

I remained motionless on the floor in front of Ms. Panington, remaining just where I had landed when she pushed me off her lap at the feel of my cum on her pantyhose. I knew that I would again be punished, and I began to fear what would happen next. "Oh, Ms. Panington. Yuck. He spurted his slime on you. Can I get you a towel," Ms. Jensen offered.

"Yes, a towel would be good, and please summon Ms. Sweeney to bring me a fresh pair of pantyhose," Ms. Panington responded, then continued, "What shall we do with this sissy? He made no effort to control himself. He is not only a selfish masturbator, but a premature ejaculator with no control. It does not take much to get him off, that's for sure."

Ms. Jensen left the room and returned a moment later with Ms. Sweeney who saw the jism across Ms. Panington's thighs. "Oh, Ms. Panington. That is horrible. He unloaded on you, just like that?" Ms. Sweeney asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Well, ladies, let's talk about that. The continual arousal punishment from last night didn't seem to leave an impression. And I don't see that dressing him in feminine clothes is a punishment at all for him. He likes wearing women's things a bit too much. We should have realized that from the videos that Kelli gave us, but I guess I was thinking that he was jerking off in her things because she so rarely let him fuck her. I underestimated the power of his fetish." Ms. Panington said to the others.

"He does like women's things; that is for sure. You should have seen his little penis stand at attention when I dressed him in his panties and bra earlier this morning. Let's review the arousal monitor tracking and see when he seemed to be the most aroused?" Ms. Jensen volunteered.

They continued their conversation while I remained on the floor, skirt still pinned to my waist, panties still pulled to my knees, and my penis now flaccid and seeming to try to hide by pulling into my hairless crotch. I listened as they reviewed the monitoring track and as they discussed that the smell of Kelli's panties seemed to be more than I could handle, and that perhaps they were going too fast with my training. 

After a pause Ms. Panington says, "I'm thinking that since he is so aroused by wearing feminine clothing, that perhaps he is not able to handle the stimulation of panties, bras, stockings, heels, and such until he has learned strict ejaculation control. We're used to dealing with men who find feminization humiliating and consider it to be demeaning and view it as a punishment. It seems that, with Tom, it's the opposite. The clothing as well as the fragrance of his wife's pussy is a powerful turn-on for him, more than he can handle right now. I'm thinking that what we should do is use this desire to train him, so we take all of that away from him and make him earn it. You know, make him earn a whiff of Kelli's soiled panties, make him earn the privilege of wearing panties, make him earn the privilege of wearing a bra and forms, you know, all of it. What do you think?"

"I like the idea," Ms. Jensen responds, "I think that's what the evidence from the monitoring is showing us. He is just so attuned to jerking off and he has such powerful fetishes, I think we should use his fetishes to control him. Letting him sleep in a bedroom with a bureau full of lingerie and a closet full of frilly outfits is too much for him."

"Yes. Ms. Sweeney chimes in, "What if we cage him in that bedroom so that he is just a few feet away from the drawers full of panties, bras, garter belts, girdles, and stockings, and a few feet away from a closet full of feminine outfits and high heels, but he is caged and unable to see or touch those things unless he earns the privilege to do so? We'll have him begging to wear panties," she finishes with a giggle.

"Yes. I love it," Ms. Panington says, "And we will do our best to hide our femininity when we deal with him. No more cleavage when we're dealing with this one, no more upskirt views; we're just going to have to be careful about stimulating him. He'll have to earn such privileges. He'll go bonkers without any stimulation from women, no access to his fetishes, and no ability to masturbate. And there will be no more over-the-knee spankings for him either...unless we use spankings as a reward as well." All three hooted in laughter at this thought. "Instead of stimulation, we will use stimulation deprivation. And, let's calibrate the arousal alarm to go off a bit sooner so that there are no more accidents."

I began to realize that I would very much regret that instant of gratification. I had made no effort to control my orgasm, in fact I had chosen to indulge my animal instinct and just let it go like I had done all those years while masturbating. Now I was going to pay a price. It seemed that they were planning to minimize all stimulation and keep me in a cage. They were right about one thing—I had been secretly thrilled with the idea that I would be wearing nothing but feminine clothing going forward. Now all that would be taken away and I would have to earn the privilege of panties by showing that I could control my penis.

"Get those clothes off him," Ms. Panington ordered, "He doesn't deserve to wear them. Dress, heels, stockings, bra, and panties; I want them all off of him. Stand up, sissy! Now!" Ms. Jensen and Ms. Sweeney wasted no time in roughly yanking all of those clothes off of me. "Now Tom, I want you to stand in the corner with your nose to the wall and your hands behind your back. I am going to call Kelli to give her an update. And I still haven't had my breakfast which I was going to share with you. Just think; the morning started with my being so proud of you, Tom, for your acceptance of yourself as a sissy. You have much to learn, Tom, you have a very selfish nature. A sissy must learn to serve."

Naked other than the arousal monitor, I made my way to a corner of Ms. Panington's office where, as I stood in complete subjugation to these three beautiful women, my cock engorged and stood at full attention. "Look," I heard Ms. Jensen say, "Look at the monitor. It shows that he is getting aroused again. He is turned on by being punished in front of us. Better that we ignore him."

"Absolutely," Ms. Panington responded, "Ignore the sissy. I am going to make a FaceTime call to Kelli, then get on with my breakfast."

"Kelli? Oh, there you are. You look beautiful this morning. Can you see and hear me all right," I overhear Ms. Panington say.

"Yes, Ms. Panington, I think we have a good connection. How is the training going?" I hear Kelli's voice respond.

"Well, it's one of those good news/bad news situations. I'm going to give you the bad news first. Tom is being punished right now. Let me hold the phone so that you can see your little sissy standing naked in the corner here in my office. We have to punish him again and we are going to make a change in training methods. I sure can see why you needed help with him," Ms. Panington explains.

"I see," Kelli responds, "What did he do?"

"He had another unauthorized squirt. He seems to think that he can indulge himself whenever he chooses. Too many years of unchecked masturbation, I believe, and it will take a while to break him of this and teach him that he is not to ejaculate without permission from a woman...well, actually eventually only permission from you, Kelli."

"I see," Kelli responds, "Well I have confidence in the Institute. You do whatever you think it will take. I do not want a masturbator for a husband and I certainly don't want him thinking that he can get off whenever he chooses."

"Okay, Kelli, thanks for your confidence in us. Tell you what. I'm going to hang up this FaceTime call and call you back so we can talk privately. I'll get right back to you," Ms. Panington says.

In a couple minutes I hear Ms. Panington talking again, but now I can only hear her part of the conversation. "Kelli, hi, okay, a couple things. Remember those extreme training methods we discussed when you were here?" There is a moment of silence as I can't hear Kelli's side of the conversation.

"Uh, huh. Yes," I hear Ms. Panington say, "I understand, Kelli, I know that you prefer that he learns control without a chastity device. Yes, I understand, that will be a last resort." There are a few more moments of silence. "Yes, we will be proceeding with rewards and punishments. Punishments have been a bit tricky as he seems to get aroused by being punished and humiliated by women...yes, oh, I see, makes sense...good idea Kelli. We can try that." I hear Ms. Panington laugh. "Oh, that would be a hoot. Very fun, and I think it would be effective as well. Petticoat discipline. Love it. So you are okay with us caging him then?" She laughs again. "Oh, for sure, Kelli, we'll send some pictures, and yes, we'll be in touch in another day or so, as soon as we have some results to report...Oh, just one more thing, would you send some more pairs of soiled panties. I think we will need them...Yes, uh, huh. We're training him to respond to your scent...Yes. okay. Thanks Kelli. Have a good day, and don't worry about Tom. Sounds like we've got a plan. Thank you. Bye now."

"Okay ladies," Ms. Panington says to Ms. Jensen and Ms. Sweeney after clicking off her iPhone, "We've got a plan. Arrange that a dog cage be brought to his room. And call Nurse Pyre and see if she is available to meet us in the nursery."

I stood in the corner, horrified, as Ms. Jensen and Ms. Sweeney left the office. I could hear Ms. Panington begin to attend to her breakfast as I could hear the clinking of silverware against dishes, but I was afraid to turn around. I had heard enough to dread what was ahead of me...a dog cage, and what was this about petticoat discipline. What in the world was that anyway? And a nursery, were we going to plant flowers or something? I remained standing in silence as I could hear Ms. Panington eat. Eventually she spoke, "Tom?"

"Yes, Ms. Panington?"

"I'll bet you are hungry, dear. I will have Nurse Pyre feed you once we get to the nursery," she tells me in a sweet, but condescending tone.

"Thank you, Ms. Panington. I am hungry. Ms. Panington, may I tell you something?" I ask.

"Yes, sissy. You may speak."

"I am sorry for ejaculating on you and messing your stockings,"

"It is good, Tom, that you know it was quite naughty. But I suspect that you are nowhere near as sorry as you will be after you are punished for your selfishness," she said quite sternly. "Now come here, Tom, and kneel in front of me until Ms. Jensen comes to fetch you."



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 07



I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and there and running from the room, somehow managing to get some presentable clothing, bolting from the offices of the Behavior Modification Institute, and getting a flight home. But I knew that I would lose Kelli, and I could not tolerate the thought of that. 

More significant, though, was that I knew that, deep down, this is the life I wanted. As I knelt, naked, in front of this beautiful and dominant woman another part of me felt a serenity and security. Perhaps my life would be better. I enjoyed all of my private masturbation sessions, but I always felt guilty afterwards, and I always thought that if Kelli knew about my fantasies and how often I jerked off, that she would reject me. Now it is apparent that she has known for some time, even videotaped me pleasuring myself while wearing her things and she seems not only accepting, but wanting to take me further down this road than I ever imagined. I have known for a long time that I was a sissy, I just couldn't admit it, not even to myself, and I had feared Kelli discovering this about me. Now, here I was kneeling in front of a woman who was ignoring me as she ate her breakfast and perused the morning paper, and I was incredibly aroused.

"I can't help but notice, Tom," Ms. Panington eventually broke the silence, "But your tiny penis is erect. Is there something arousing to you about kneeling there while I ignore you, Tom?" She laughed and returned to her paper, casually uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "I hope that you are not trying to look up my dress, Tom. Goodness. You are already in plenty of trouble."

She was right. I had tried to see the crotch of her pantyhose as she crossed her legs, but I couldn't admit that to her, not with the trouble I was already in for my accident. And it really wasn't her legs and the chance of seeing her panty covered pussy that it excited me; it was the humiliation of my submission. So I said nothing and tried to distract myself by adding columns of numbers in my head. Unsuccessful, my cock remained erect. Meanwhile, Ms. Panington continued her breakfast as though I was not there.

Eventually Ms. Jensen returned. "Okay, the cage is ready in his room and Nurse Pyre is waiting in the nursery," she said to Ms. Panington, ignoring me. "Oh look, he's got an erection. Isn't that cute?" and they shared a laugh.

"Did you bring a cock leash?" Ms. Panington asked. 

"Yes, it's here in my purse," Ms. Jensen replied.

"Well I think it's best that you use it. Who knows what he's been thinking while he's been waiting on his knees with his cute little wee-wee pointed straight up. And putting a leash on his little manhood will just reinforce that it no longer belongs to him," Ms. Panington instructed, "He's shown no ability to control it, that's for sure."

Ms. Jensen stepped towards me, "Get up, Tom. Your knees may hurt a bit, huh? Doing okay, hon?" The mix of kindness, authority, confidence, and cruelty that these women displayed towards me was confusing, for sure. It made me want to please them even more. She took an inch-wide leather band from her purse and secured it to my penis, cinching it tight with a Velcro fastener. There was a small ring attached to the band and she clipped a 4 foot dog leash to the ring. "Okay, let's go." I had no choice but to follow close behind.

Back to the elevator which opened to reveal three women in business attire. They all greeted Ms. Jensen as they exited, but ignored me and the leash she was holding. I figured this must be routine for them. Down a couple floors we went. As we stepped from the elevator I saw a group of five women dressed in elaborate maid's uniforms following another woman, this one in full Dominatrix regalia. We waited for them to pass, I did a double-take, and realized that only the Domme was a woman. The rest appeared to be feminized men. "Are those..." I started to ask Ms. Jensen. 

"Yes, Tom. Those men are being trained to service their wives as sissy maids. I believe that Ms. Carson is taking them to their cooking class this morning. Too bad that Kelli doesn't want you all prettily made up like those sissies. She has other ideas about what will be most humiliating for you, But perhaps before you finish your time here you will be joining some of the maid classes," Ms. Jensen explained.

Soon we were at a door marked "Nursery" with appliques of teddy bears and Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls on the door. Through a small window in the door I could see Nurse Pyre just inside. She greeted Ms. Jensen when we came in, then took a look at me, shook her head in mock disgust and said, "Poor Tommy, still can't control his little wee-wee. Little Tommy's wee-wee squirted all over Ms. Panington's lap I understand. Did you have a little accident, little one?" 

"Yes, Ma'am. I did."

"And I understand that you got in some trouble regarding your fascination with my tits. Poor little boy. I know that I embellished the story just a bit when I told Ms. Panington, but I thought it best that she knew what lust you had for big breasts. I'm sure little Tommy would love to suck on them like a wittle baby," Nurse Pyre continued making a display of cradling one of her tits with both hands, "And now you have yourself in more trouble. I think I can take it from here, Ms. Jensen, thanks for bringing him." Ms. Jensen handed Nurse Pyre the leash, then left the room, giving me a light tap on the rear as she walked by towards the door.

"Look around you, Tommy. There are no panties to play with, no bras to try on, no grown-up clothes at all in this room," Nurse Pyre said ominously. "This is a nursery, Tommy. You are here because you have been acting like quite a baby, having accidents and all. If you act like a baby, Tommy, you will be treated like one."

I looked around the room first noticing that Nurse Pyre was dressed in a different sort of uniform today. No skirt, instead light blue scrubs top and bottom and the sort of jacket a pediatric nurse might wear with a print of teddy bears and dolls much like the applique on the door. And she was wearing sensible white nurse's shoes with tie laces. Around the room there was an exam table—I thought it was an exam table anyway, an oversized high-chair, an oversized crib-like structure, a large play mat with Sesame Street characters, a couple brightly painted toy boxes, an over-stuffed easy chair, and rows of white cabinets.

"First things first, Tommy, let's get that leash off of you. Baby boys don't wear leashes on their cocks. They don't even have cocks. They have wee-wee's," she laughed. When she pulled off the Velcro I could feel myself start to grow and I tried to will it to stay small. I didn't want her to think that this latest situation was in the least bit arousing to me. It wasn't...was it?

"Over here, Tommy," and she took my hand and guided me to what I had thought was an exam table, "Up you go, Tommy, let's get a diaper on you."

"No, Nurse Pyre. Please, no, please not a diaper. I am a grown man. Please. I don't want to wear a diaper," I pleaded. 

"Okay, then. I will call Ms. Panington and have her call Kelli. The contract you signed was quite clear that any refusal to cooperate would result in Kelli proceeding with her divorce. I'll just make the call and you can be on your way...." she responded firmly. "Or, Tommy, you can accept your punishment for cumming all over Ms. Panington's nylon stockings, and get on with your training. You decide. Which will it be?"

"D-d-d-di-di-diaper," I said, almost in a whisper.

"What is it you have decided, wittle Tommy? I didn't hear you."

"Diaper," I responded somewhat louder.

"You want me to put a diaper on you like you are a little baby, is that what you want?" Nurse Pyre was making the most of this. "Ask me nicely, then, my dear wittle boy."

"W-w-will you p-p-pl-please put a d-d-diaper on me?" I asked, my face now a beet red and racked with embarrassment, my entire body trembling from the humiliation of it.

"Of course, sweetie, nursie will put di-di on wittle Tommy. Get up on the changing table, wittle Tommy, and nursie will get you all fixed up," Nurse Pyre said, now in the most sugary and condescending voice.

I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, so I hoisted myself onto the table where she took off my arousal meter and set it aside, saying, "We must be careful that this doesn't get too wet...electronics, you know. Now just so you don't get any ideas about making a creamie in your di di, we will be testing them with a chemical that shows semen whenever you are changed. We will tolerate a slight bit of leakage, pre-cum if you will, but no messes. And, do not think that we won't be able to tell the difference. Now raise your legs high in the air."

I hid my face with my hands. I wanted to simply disappear. Nurse Pyre went to one of the cabinets and returned with what appeared to be several large fluffy cloth diapers, some transparent plastic pants, baby oil and powder. My penis had shriveled as small as it was capable of being, and I continued to tremble. As Nurse Pyre shoved the edge of the cloth diaper under me, tears began streaming from my eyes. I was so confused. I had to cooperate or I would lose Kelli. I liked the idea of being a sissy. I just had to endure this punishment and learn to control my ejaculations. But I was so humiliated to be treated as though I was a baby, and this humiliation was not erotic, not at all.

Nurse Pyre noticed the tears. "Oh wittle baby Tommy. It's alright. Don't cry wittle baby," and she spread a liberal amount of baby oil on my penis and made a fist of her hand around it, pumping up and down until I was erect. "Baby Tommy has a stiffie. Baby Tommy has a stiffie. Baby Tommy has a stiffie," she taunted. I thought about cumming right then and there as an act of defiance, but before I reached the point of no return she stopped rubbing me and, without another word, peppered baby powder all over the areas to be covered, pulled the sides of the diaper up tight, and pinned the sides with large baby blue safety pins. Next she slid the plastic pants over both of my legs and pulled them up snugly. "Roll over, baby Tommy," she commanded. I did as told and could feel a tightening of the waist of the plastic pants, then heard the clicking of a lock. "There you are, Tommy, these are locking plastic pants. Just to be sure you remember who is in charge."

"But what if I have to pee?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, I can guarantee that you will have to pee, Tommy, and you surely will have to poop as well. We expect it. And Ms. Panington is wagering that the humiliation of soiling yourself in the care of us women will be sufficiently humiliating to teach you a lesson. Little boys who cannot control their wee-wees must wear diapers," she explained. "So don't worry if you have to go, just go. I have two diapies on you, so it will be plenty absorbent. I heard that you've not eaten for some time. Down off the changing table and let's do something about that."

She went to a refrigerator where she removed something. I couldn't quite see what it was, then she went and sat on the one easy chair that sat in a corner of the room. "Come here, Tommy, time to eat."

Famished, I strode—wait, I waddled—over to where Nurse Pyre was sitting. "Up on my lap, wittle boy, time for your bottle."

It took a couple minutes to get exactly in the position she seemed to want me. How it ended up is that I was lying across her lap with my head on her ample bosom and cradled in the crook of her arm. Once situated, she produced a large bottle containing a cream-colored liquid. It had a nipple on the business end which she pushed, with little resistance from me (I was so hungry) between my lips and I began to suck. The "milk" or whatever it was tasted wonderful if not a slight bit too sweet. After a few minutes I found myself to be very comforted by the warmth of Nurse Pyre's breast against my cheek, the sound of her humming nursery songs to me, and the sucking sensation of drawing from the nipple. And, I had a stiffie.

Nurse Pyre took her free hand and rubbed the front of my plastic pants and they made a crinkly sound as she rubbed them. She must have known that I was erect, but said nothing and soon took her hand away. Soon the bottle had been sucked dry. "Okay baby Tommy, let's get you in your high chair," she said sweetly, pushing me up and off of her, "But first I will finished getting you dressed." She produced a plastic onesie from a cabinet drawer, slipped it over my shoulders and snapped the crotch closed, securing the closure with another tiny padlock. "Okay, sweetie, up in the high chair."

"No, please, Nurse Pyre, not a high chair," I weakly protested, realizing that I would concede any battle.

"Babies can't talk, Tommy. If you continue to talk I will have to do something about it. Babies cry, babies burp, babies coo, but babies don't talk. I don't want to hear another word out of you!" she said in a no-nonsense tone.

I made my way to the high chair where she strapped my legs in and secured my arms to the sides, then put a large plastic bib on me and secured the tray to the high chair. I was virtually immobile, was not allowed to speak, and all I could do is open my mouth when she began to offer spoonfuls of applesauce and strained peas. Yuck. Good thing I was hungry. Nurse Pyre seemed to be going out of her way to slop applesauce and peas onto my chin and cheeks.

The door opened and it was Ms. Jensen. "Looks like you have things under control here Nurse Pyre," she laughed, "Did you put the laxative in the bottle like Ms. Panington wanted?"

"Sure did. And I put a mild diuretic in as well," Nurse Pyre responded, much to my horror.

"Well, when you are done feeding him I am ready to bring him to his cage," Ms. Jensen said, "He'll be spending some time there in his diaper—give him some time to think about his selfish ejaculations. By the way, how long should we let him go between changings do you think?"

"Well, that completely depends on how humiliating Ms. Panington wants it to be. I suspect that he will be filling the diaper within the next hour. The longer he remains in a wet or messy diaper, the more he should learn his lesson, don't you think?" Nurse Pyre responded.

"Oh, yes. Almost forgot. Do you have those kneed pads so that he can crawl back to his room. We don't want his knees all scraped up. And those bondage mittens? Ms. Panington wants them on him before I leave him in the cage," Ms. Jensen asked Nurse Pyre.

"Sure. Anything else?"

"Umm, how 'bout if you leave the mess on his face until I get him to his room. You never know who we might meet in the hallway. And I love the onesie. Nice touch."

It was crystal clear to me what was going to happen. I would be crawling back to my room on my hands and knees, diapered and covered only in this transparent plastic onesie, green mess from the feeding on my face, then I was to be locked in a cage like an animal. With the laxative and diuretic there is no way I could avoid filling the diaper I was wearing. The only question was how long they would make me remain in my soiled diaper before I got changed. If I wasn't already dependent on these women, I would be even more so. I would have to depend on them to unlock my cage, feed me, and unlock my plastic pants and onesie so that my diaper could be changed. I couldn't explain it, but as the two women talked about their plans for me, my little cock had grown and was pushing into the soft cotton of the diaper. Why?



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 08



It seemed like I was going to have plenty of time to contemplate not only why I was experiencing such arousal at being treated like a helpless infant and a domestic pet, but time to consider my future fate with Kelli. Here I was, diapered and locked in a 4 X 4 X 6 wire dog cage with a solid plastic floor and a doggie bed. I tried to ignore the sensations from my full bladder and the pressure in my bowels. I was confused that my cock was at its full three and a half inches of arousal.

Nurse Pyre had secured both of my hands in large bondage mittens that she had locked to my wrists and the mittens were clipped together across the plastic onesie over my belly. I wanted to rub my erection through my plastic pants, but I could not move the bondage mittens into the right position. I tried positioning myself so that I could hump, like a puppy dog, the doggie bed. I realized that there would be dire consequences if I ejaculated, but I just wanted a few strokes, some pleasure to take away the bitter sting of the humiliation I had suffered on the crawl from the nursery to my room. Finally I was able to work into position and I could hear the crinkle of the plastic pants as I thrust against the soft cushion of the doggy bed. Just a few humps...it felt so good...just a few...why was I so aroused? I stopped myself far short of losing my load. I knew this was the self-control that Ms. Panington and Kelli expected from me. I wanted to show them that I wasn't a baby; that I didn't have to be kept in diapers. I wanted this punishment to end.

My mind drifted back to the ordeal of getting to my room. It had been just a few minutes ago, but it already seemed like hours. After placing pink knee pads on my knees and a white lace baby bonnet on my head, Nurse Pyre had ordered me to follow her from the room, "Follow me, baby Tommy. Crawl like a baby now, wittle Tommy. That's right, crawl in your di-pee, just like a wittle baby—a wittle baby who can't control himself—come on now, baby Tommy, follow nursie." She kept on a similar banter as we made our way down the hall to the elevator. The thickness of the double cloth diaper kept my legs apart and the plastic pants made a distinctive crinkle as I crawled and they rubbed against the plastic onesie. I wanted to disappear and I dreaded any encounter with anyone.

Luckily we encountered no traffic in the hallway, but when the elevator door opened, the women I had seen earlier when Ms. Jensen brought me to the nursery were standing there. "Oh, Nurse Pyre, you've got another one who can't control his prick, huh?" one of them said, laughing and pointing.

"It's nothing that a good dose of diaper discipline won't cure, ladies. Isn't he cute?" Nurse Pyre responded, "I think we'd best wait for an empty elevator. He's about to make a stinky."

"Good idea. See you later then. Love the bonnet."

My face was burning with shame. I was determined not to soil the diapers while knowing that I could not hold out forever. I just wished that I would make it to a more private spot before the inevitable happened. We waited several minutes until the elevator door again opened and we entered a now empty elevator to make our way to my room.

Once in the room, I was horrified to see the dog cage that had been prepared for me. Of course I had heard them talk about a cage, but I had no idea that this is what they had planned for me. Nurse Pyre took her phone from her pocket and began to record a video of me, "Crawl around in circles in front of your cage, wittle Tommy, I want Kelli to be able to see this. Okay baby Tommy crawl in now, let her see how compliant you are." I wanted to protest, to shout out to Kelli and the world that this wasn't right, it wasn't fair, that I would do whatever she wanted if only she would rescue me from this humiliation. As though she was reading my mind, Nurse Pyre had said, "Remember, wittle baby, babies don't talk." Then as I crawled into the open door of the cage, wanting to hide myself from the camera, knowing that the image of my diapered rear was being videoed, Nurse Pyre had said for Kelli's benefit, "Baby is still dry, but I know he has to do a messy. And guess what, Kelli? Little baby Tommy had a stiffie when I put a diaper on him."

Then she had put the bondage mittens on me and pointed out a pair of large artificial breasts that were mounted on a rack just outside the cage. Each had a large plastic nipple that protruded into the cage. "You will need nourishment, Tommy, and we expect you to empty both breasts before you are released. And don't think that 'holding it' will be a solution for you. For one thing it is not good for your body and you will not be released from this punishment until you have filled your diaper sufficient times to please Ms. Panington," she took some baby wipes and cleaned the dried baby food off of my cheeks and chin, "And Tommy," she said gently, "A word of advice if I may, just relax and let it go." Then she kissed me on the cheek, closed and locked the cage door, turned out the light, and left the room.

All alone, it was pitch black. I was locked into a diaper, locked in a cage, I had just endured a humiliating crawl thru the halls of the Institute, my wife had just been sent a video of me in this baby get-up, and as the expression goes, I had to "piss like a race horse." I didn't think that I could pee with an erection. I knew that if I ejaculated that it would get small (er, smaller) again, but I also knew that I needed to show all these women that I could control myself, so I stopped humping the doggie bed, and waited for my erection to subside so that I could release my bladder. I was about to give in, to give up, to submit in a manner that would forever change my life.

The pain caused by my full bladder soon eradicated my erection. And the powerful urge to let go overwhelmed any last resistance, any last dignity that I had. I knew that I must do what I must do. I knelt on the knee pads that Nurse Pyre had fortunately left on me, unable to fully extend my torso in the 4 foot celing of the cage, and I let it go...and go...and go...

I was surprised by how hot my piss was as soon my dick and balls were drenched. I could feel the weight of my pee causing my diaper to sag. The sensation was...I hate to admit it...wonderful. It was such a release and such a warm embrace. I actually enjoyed it! But soon after the joy of this release I experienced a tremendous pain in my abdomen and I felt a push from the inside against my spinchter. I didn't want this to happen. Nurse Pyre would see it. She would tell Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen. They would tell Kelli. I had to fight it. I could not debase myself in such a way.

I felt along the side of the cage with my forehead until I reached the first nipple. I raised my head and began to suck. I hoped that the sensation of sucking would soothe me and help me fight off the pressure in my belly. Plus, now that I had released my bladder, I realized my sensation of thirst. I began to suck like a baby and a warm and creamy substance filled my mouth. As I swallowed I heard the click of a recording activating and soon heard the voice of Ms. Panington in a reassuring and hypnotic tone, "That's right, baby Tommy, suck little baby, you are such a sissy, suck, suck, suck. Let it go, baby. Fill your diaper as you suck like a baby." Over and over these words looped and replayed. All at once I felt my sphincter relax, the pain in my tummy subside, and the rear of my diaper become heavy and warm. Again, I felt such an incredible relief.

It actually took me a couple moments to realize what I had done and what I would inevitably face. I had, as I had been instructed and expected, completely filled the double cloth diaper I was wearing. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before Nurse Pyre would return to inspect my diaper and she would discover what I had done. I began to realize that I had just lost all claim to being a man. I feared her return and, at the same time, I could not wait for the sound of her key in the lock of my door because it would be Nurse Pyre who would be able to unlock my cage, unlock my plastic panties, and change my diaper.

My knees ached. I wanted to sit down, but I knew that if I did so I would be sitting in—well, you know. So, I remained on my knees occasionally sucking from the nipple which would trigger the playing of Ms. Panington's hypnotic voice once again. By the time I was alerted from a dazed stupor by the sound of a key in the lock I have no idea how much time passed. A light was flicked on and I couldn't see anything for several moments while my eyes adjusted from darkness. But I heard the voices. And I knew the voices. Accompanying Nurse Pyre was Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen as well as the Dominatrix who had been escorting the sissy maids to cooking class. They were laughing and joking and I suspected that they'd had one or more glasses of wine.

I hid my face in utmost humiliation as they entered the room greeting me like a long-lost friend, "Hi, wittle baby Tommy. We're here to see if your diapie needs changing."

Nurse Pyre unlocked the cage. In a no-nonsense tone she ordered me out. "Look, he's been sucking on the nipples. The breasts are both almost empty." Once I was out of the cage she took one hand and lifted the front of my diaper, "Oh my, he's very wet." Then she reached behind me and lifted the back of my diaper, "And very full. You gals may want to take a step back. I'm used to this, but it can be rather disgusting." Their laughter burned my ears and my cheeks were aflame as well.

Nurse Pyre was efficient as she donned long rubber gloves, lay me on a plastic changing mat, unbuttoned the crotch of my onesie, folded it up over my waist, unlocked the small padlock that trapped me in the plastic pants, and pulled them down my legs and tossed them in a bucket. Then she unpinned, one by one, the sides of my diaper. As she pulled the down all 4 women gasped, then snickered, then Ms. Panington said, "Such little self-control," and they all hooted. Nurse Pyre took a spray bottle from her diaper bag and sprayed the front of my diaper with a foul-smelling chemical. "No cummies, Ms. Panington, but there are plenty of drops of pre-cum. Either he's been aroused by being diapered or he's been humping, or both, but he didn't ejaculate," Nurse Pyre explained. 

"Well, he'd be in a world of hurt had he cum; that's for sure. Maybe he is trainable," Ms. Panington responded and they all laughed.

Nurse Pyre then made quick work of cleaning me with baby wipes, powdering me, and liberally applying baby oil to my penis. Ms. Panington instructed her, "Nurse Pyre, he's been such a compliant sissy. I want you to bring him right to the edge. I want Tommy to know how good it can be for him if he learns to control himself and accept his place in the world."

My messy diaper had been removed and put in a container that had been set out in the hallway, the air had been sprayed with a powerful deodorizing spray, I had been powered and oiled, and my now dry behind was resting on the soft fresh diapers Nurse Pyre had shoved under me. And she was stroking me as the 3 other women commented on her technique, the expressions of pleasure on my face, and they admonished her not to allow me to cum. Ms. Panington spoke to me as Nurse Pyre stroked, again using the hypnotic tone that had been on the recording that played as I sucked. "You have been an inadequate lover with an inadequate penis that is incredibly small. You have burdened your wife with your premature ejaculations, and deprived her of full sexual pleasure as you selfishly masturbated while wearing her panties and bras. You are so lucky that she has sent you to us, Tommy, or you would have lost her forever. I hope you are thankful to us for training you, Tommy, and saving your marriage." Then Ms. Panington turned to Nurse Pyre, "That's enough stroking for now. Get him pinned up."

I didn't want her to stop. Nurse Pyre had been slowly stroking me with her rubber-gloved hand and she had used a liberal amount of baby oil. She looked kindly down on me with her prominent breasts pushing against her uniform. "I'm going to pin up your fresh dia-pee, wittle Tommy, nursie is going to hide your stiffie," and she pulled up the double-thickness cotton diapers and pinned each side securely. She then pulled on a locking plastic pant, this one light blue with dancing teddy bears; then she pulled down the onesie and snapped the crotch. "Here's some good news, Tommy, with the mess you just made and the enema I gave you yesterday, I don't think we'll have any more messy diapers. Not much anyway. If you do have to go, just let it go. Nursie will clean you up. And Ms. Panington will expect that you wet yourself, so drink plenty from the titties."

I wanted to thank her for cleaning me up and being so kind, but I had been warned not to talk, so I reached up and touched her cheek, smiled at her, and she smiled back. Then she directed me back into the cage, placed the bondage mittens back on me, locked up the cage, flipped off the light, and I was alone again.

My cock remained erect from the stimulation Nurse Pyre had kindly provided me. Not only that, but I was aroused by the humiliation that I had just experienced. A powerful switch had been turned on deep inside my psyche. The humiliation was like an aphrodisiac and I very much wanted to masturbate. I wanted to jerk off then and there imagining those 4 women looking down on me as I lay on a mat having my diaper changed in front of them. I wanted to jerk off and show them that I could, at least, cum like a man. I felt very dependent on these women. I wanted them to like me. I wanted to please them more than anything, and I especially wanted to please Kelli. As I thought about what they had just witnessed, their ridicule of me, the enjoyment they experienced at my expense, I wanted to jerk off.

Really, I wanted to fuck any one of them. I wanted to, like a real man would, toss them down over a desk, raise their skirts, pull down their panties, and take each one from behind. Especially Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen—they were both such teases. But, I was of course loyal to Kelli. In all the years of our marriage I had dreamt of other women, but I had never entered another woman, never, only Kelli. Hers was the only pussy I had ever been in or eaten. And now Kelli had informed me that I would never again enter her, not with my cock anyway, only with my tongue. But a guy could dream. I wondered if a sissy's dreams would be different now that I had accepted my sissy-dom and knew that fucking was, forever, off the table. I would never again fuck with my cock. As I imagined other ways of servicing Kelli's pussy, my erection would not subside. Becoming resigned to my fate, I positioned myself to again suck one of the nipples, and I imagined that it was Nurse Pyre's tit.

As the warm liquid entered my mouth, a recording clicked on; this time remarkably it was the voice of Kelli, not Ms. Panington, "Tommy, if you are hearing this then I know that you are being diaper trained. I know that Nurse Pyre has already changed you once because I know this recording would only be played after you endure the humiliation of your wet and soiled diaper being changed in front of several women. They must have had a good laugh at your expense. I look forward to having the video sent to me," and she laughed herself, then continued, "I hope that I won't have to punish you once you return home, Tom, and I really do prefer to train you with rewards. But do not underestimate me. I will not hesitate to use the strictest form of diaper discipline with you. Ms. Panington has talked with me at some length about this training technique and she will be sending the entire batch of baby supplies home with you."

The recording stopped and I thought it had ended. I hoped that it wouldn't repeat in an endless loop because I did not want to hear those words again.

Then, in the most seductive voice the recording continued, "Tom, you will become my servant, my sissy maid. You will become expert at serving me with your tongue and various dildos and toys. I know that you will like that, Tom, I've seen the websites you were visiting, and I've seen the videos of you jerking off in my panties. By the time you leave the Institute, Tom, you will understand that your useless penis belongs to me and it will only be used to reward you when I see fit. Won't that be fun? I love you, sissy Tommy, but I think I will love you more with your tongue up my ass or on my clit." This second portion of the recording replayed each time I sucked from one of the nipples. With a clean diaper at least I could lay down. It would be a long night.



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 09



I want to finish the story since I have some avid readers and I don't want to leave you "hanging," so to speak.  However, I've noted a significant drop in the number of votes and the rating of the last couple chapters - so if you want to encourage me or have constructive suggestions, please vote and/or leave a comment.

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Confined to the cage and in total darkness except when Nurse Pyre came in to for a diaper change, I had no concept of time. I figured that perhaps it took about two hours for my bladder to require release, especially with all I was sucking from the nipples. I found myself sucking out of boredom, out of hunger and thirst, and to calm my nerves. And each time I began to suck the digital recording of Kelli's voice would again taunt me about how much fun she was going to have with my tongue in her most intimate places. I found those words strangely reassuring as I could take solace in knowing that Kelli wanted me to submit, as I had been doing, to all that the Institute required of me.

Nurse Pyre had returned for three additional diaper changes so far and I had been drenched each time. With four total diaper changes so far I figured that I had perhaps been in the cage for about eight hours, maybe more, and I hoped that soon my punishment would be complete. At least I had slept "like a baby" in between wettings. Nurse Pyre was hard to read. She seemed to delight in finding me wet, and she made quite a show of telling me what a baby I was, how little control I had, and how lucky I was to have a wife who would keep me in spite of my inadequacies as a lover. She had been right, thankfully, that I was spared any further loss of sphincter control. Certainly it was humiliating enough what had already occurred and for her to find me in wet diapers every couple hours or so. With the diuretic in the concoction I was sucking out of the breasts, they had ensured that I would be unable to remain dry, and after the second changing I no longer tried to withhold. I took Nurse Pyre's advice and when I had to go, I just let it go.

I thought that it was a good thing that the arousal meter had been removed. Otherwise they would find that I got a "stiffie" as Nurse Pyre called it each time I wet myself. There was some evidence of arousal with each diaper change as she always began with spraying the semen detector, but nothing was mentioned about it. I do think that had my hands been free that I would have rubbed myself and perhaps not been able to stop the urge to ejaculate.

I was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by the sound of a key in the door; then the light was flipped on and Nurse Pyre spoke, "Last diaper change, wittle Tommy, then Ms. Panington has asked me to get you cleaned up. She wants to meet with you to resume your training. By now I knew the routine. She unlocked the cage door, unlocked and removed the bondage mittens, and I crawled out and lay on the changing pad; then put my legs up in the air so she could unsnap the onesie and unlock the plastic pants. "But you are still dry from the last changing," she remarked, "Ms. Panington was quite clear that she wanted you to have one more wet di-pie."

She pulled up the plastic pants and said, "I'll wait. You'll just have to wet yourself while I watch you. On your hands and knees; come on now, one last time. Let it go. We don't have all day."

It was bad enough that she had seen the evidence of my submission. She had seen how I had soiled and wet myself, how I subjected myself to such humiliation. Now I was to forego any semblance of adulthood in front of this buxom woman. I would have to wet myself as she watched. I closed my eyes and willed my bladder to release.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Tommy, I want to see the look in your eyes as a grown man wets himself into a diaper and plastic pants. There is no hiding from what a sissy you are. Look me in the eye while you wet yourself. Now!"

So I did.

"Doesn't that feel better? Never forget that you may be returned to diapers at any time, Tom. Now I will get that wet diaper off of you and get you in the shower. Your diaper discipline is over, Tom."

She stripped me of the diaper, the onesie, even the baby bonnet and walked me, naked, down the hall to the shower. She put on a large rubber apron and rubber gloves and stood just outside the shower stream as she lathered, rinsed, shaved, and rinsed again. Then she handed me a towel and said, "Your punishment is officially over, Tom. You may now speak—that is, if you have anything to say."

"Thank you, Nurse Pyre," was all I could manage in the moment.

When we returned to the room the cage had already been removed and all accoutrements of baby life had been removed. Clothes had been carefully arranged on the bed. Ms. Jensen was there and dismissed Nurse Pyre after thanking her for being a nanny to "baby Tommy." Before she left Nurse Pyre gave me a peck on the cheek while she grabbed my balls and gave them a little squeeze, "I hope you learned your lesson, Tom. You must control yourself."

Ms. Jensen gave me a once-over, then instructed me, "I've picked out your sissy clothing for today, Tom. First let's get this arousal meter back on you. Then start with this matching white lace bra and panty set. Ms. Panington asked that you be put in the D cup forms for today, so I've already inserted the forms in the pockets of this bra." 

Shaved completely hairless other than my closely cropped hair, and my penis in a flaccid state, I knew that I looked anything but masculine. And the pink band of the arousal meter screamed sissy. After Ms. Jensen secured the moniter around my cock and balls I put on the panties. Then Ms. Jensen helped me into the bra. I felt an involuntary stirring in my panties as she clasped the bra behind me and I could feel the weight of the breast forms and see their projection. Next came a matching white lace garter belt, white stockings, and a multi-layered white petticoat. By the time I had slipped into all of this femininity my cock was pushing against the front of my panties. Again I wanted to jerk off. Next Ms. Jensen went to the closet and returned with a short pink satin maid's dress with white lace accents and bows. She slipped it over my head and smoothed out the dress over my petticoat, then zipped me in the back, and I heard the clicking of a lock as she secured the zipper at my neck. "Let me look at you, Tom, do a little twirl. Perfect. Hold it right there. I'm going to send a picture to Kelli. Great. Got it. Isn't this better than being a baby, Tom?"

Speechless, I was mesmerized by my reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door. "All we need is shoes, Tom. Here you are." She handed me a pair of 3 inch pink strappy pumps and I sat on the bed to put them on. "Good thing you've worn heels before, Tom. Let's go."

When we arrived at Ms. Panington's office she was seated behind her desk wearing a white silk blouse unbuttoned to show ample cleavage. When she stood and came around the desk to examine me I saw that she was wearing a knee-length A-line black linen skirt, nude hose, and modest one inch black pumps. "Have you learned your lesson, Tom?" she began.

"Yes, Ma'am. I surely have."

"And what is the lesson that you have learned, Tom? Tell me and Ms. Jensen."

I had anticipated this and had ample time to prepare my answer. "I learned that I must not cum without permission, that if I cannot control myself that I will be treated like a baby, and that cumming without permission is a selfish act that is contrary to my purpose in the world of serving superior women like you and Kelli."

"Very good, Tom. We both know that it is one thing to say it, another to live it. Let's hope you never require diaper discipline going forward. Shall we proceed?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I am ready," I responded.

"Okay. Let's take a walk next door," and she headed thru a doorway to an attached room. The room was filled with computer moniters and various cublicles that contained different equipment. "This is our training room, Tom. Let me show you around. Soon you'll be quite familiar with all of these training stations as you'll be spending plenty of time here over the next couple days." She stopped in front of the first cubicle, then continued, "This is a cunninglus training station, Tom, She lifted a rubber replica of a woman's lower torso and legs and spread the legs to show that the device had a very realistic-looking pussy. "This is very high-tech, Tom. The more you suck, the more the artificial vagina will lubricate, and the sensors have been set to coincide with Kelli's most sensitive pleasure points. While you are eating the fake pussy, Tom, you can look at the moniter to see how close you are getting to giving an orgasm. You will be rewarded for number of orgasms, time to orgasm, and your sucking endurance. Your head will go into this harness here and locked."

"Damn," I thought to myself. A pussy-sucking machine, "what will they think of next?"

She nudged me towards the next cubicle, "Now here we have an analigus training machine. We can either lay you on your back and put the ass in a queening position, or we can position it so that you are on your knees servicing her...I mean it...from behind. Here you also can watch on the moniter how deep a thrust you are getting with your ongue and you will be rewarded for depth of thrusts and again for endurance. From what I know about you I think you'll like this one...oh yes, almost forgot to mention, both devices I've shown you so far are scented with Kelli's very own intimate scents."

I could feel my cock straining for release and Ms. Panington noticed my brushing my hand against the front of my skirt for a little stimulation.

"Remember Tom, masturbation, even the slightest stroke must be supervised and may occur only with permission. I am pleased to see that you are aroused, but you've been out of punishment such a short time."

"Sorry, Ms. Panington, I wasn't thinking." I mumbled.

"Now here's the last station, Tom, and I think we'll have you start with this today. Here you will be fitted with a penis sheath that will prevent any stimulation while extending your length to the full eight inches that Kelli desires," and she showed me a blow-up doll like the kind you'd see advertised in the back of dirty magazines. "You will fuck little Dolly here with your covered penis. You may fuck her in any position you like. Again, her pussy is wired for sensitivity and you will be rewarded not only for number of orgasms but for the amount of time you keep the moniter between 70, which is highly aroused, and 100, which is, well, B-I-N-G-O, if you know what I mean." She and Ms. Jensen shared a giggle.

"Ready to start, Tom?" Ms. Jensen asked, "Since Kelli plans to keep you dressed like a sissy, you will remain dressed as you are. Let's get the penis sheath on you—it was custom-fit for your small dick. Up with your skirt and petticoat and down with your panties."



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 10



 Although I continue to receive some demeaning and aggressive comments, most feedback has been positive. I appreciate all who enjoy this story, as we share similar fetishes. If you are not interested in FemDom, male feminization, and sexual humiliation, do not bother to read this series.

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I was standing with my petticoat and the skirt of the maid's uniform held up to my waist and my panties were down around my ankles. My cock was erect as I stood before Ms. Panington waiting for further instructions. I knew that she planned to put me in some sort of penis extender device, and I felt particularly embarrassed about my erection of less than four inches. 

"Remain standing just as you are, Tom," Ms. Panington instructed, "I want you to meet your trainer." And she walked back to her office momentarily, returning with the Dominatrix in tow.

"I know the two of you have not been formerly introduced, although Madam Christina has witnessed some of your humiliation," she paused as Madam Christina walked over to me and put a black-gloved hand on my penis. "Tom, this is Madam Christina. Madam Christina, I believe you already know this is the compulsive masturbator and sissy that you will be training."

Madam Christina stroked me sensuously as she grinned mischievously, "Oh yes, I witnessed this one being changed by Nurse Pyre. I think we'll get along just fine." And with that she dropped her hand to my balls and gave them a sharp squeeze.

"I will leave the two of you to get acquainted then and to begin Tom's sexual service training," Ms. Panington concluded, then turned and left the room, closing the door to her office behind her.

Madam Christina left no time establishing her authority. "On your knees, jerk-off! Keep your skirt and petticoat up. I want to see that cute little appendage you have that brings you so much pleasure, but has gotten you in so much trouble."

She stood before me as I knelt. I felt myself trembling in her presence. I looked downward out of deference. She grabbed my hair, abruptly pulling up my face to look at her. "You may look, but you may not touch." I gazed up at her beauty. Blonde and buxom, she was wearing a black bustier, black choker, form-fitting black leather pencil skirt that stopped just short of her stiletto thigh high black boots. She was nothing short of stunning. "Do you find me attractive, sissy?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am, very much so. You are beautiful, Madam Christina," I responded with a faint, trembling voice.

"And your wife, Kelli, she is beautiful as well. I met her when she was here and I reviewed the training regimen with her. You know, Tom, you are lucky to have her. She has been so patient with you. She deserves better than you sneaking around and masturbating in her panties, don't you think?"

"Yes, Ma'am, she does deserve better and I am lucky that she is giving me this opportunity to become a better lover," I ventured as Madam Christina let go of my hair and I again bowed my head in deference.

"Now, Tom, I am going to teach you how to fuck Kelli like a woman deserves to be fucked. Poor woman, she has tolerated your inadequate efforts for years and she deserves better," she walked to a cabinet and returned with a flesh-colored phallus. "First we will get the penis sheath on you and then you can show me your stuff with old Dolly here," she laughed. 

"Stand up," and she seated herself, "Over here in front of me. Turn around." She unlocked the padlock on the collar of my dress. "Off with the dress and your frilly petticoat, sissy. It will only get in the way." I fumbled to unzip and step out of the satin maid's dress and white petticoat as Madam Christina sensuously stroked the eight-inch penis extender. "Let's get this on you."

I did as instructed and she showed me the realistic-looking flesh-colored dildo with a sturdy silicone loop at the bottom. Sturdy nylon straps extended from each side of the loop. "This has been custom-fitted for your small penis, Tom. I think you will find that it is easier to put on when you are erect, like now," and she teasingly flicked my cock for emphasis.

"But it can be attached over a flaccid penis as well. I am going to put it on you just this first time." She took the arousal sensor off of my penis, then continued, "Pay attention as you will be expected to know how to do it yourself."

Madam Christina grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and, moving the silicone loop to one side, she slid the sheath over my penis. Then she took my balls and pulled them, one at a time, through the silicone loop so that the sheath was firmly in place. Then she took each strap and pulled them behind me and attached them to one another with Velcro.

It felt snug, but cold and my penis began to shrivel.

"Now look at yourself in the mirror, Tom. Did you ever think it was possible for a sissy like you to have an 8 inch cock?" Madam Christina taunted. "It won't matter to Kelli whether you are hard or soft, and it won't much matter to you either because you won't be able to feel any stimulation," she seemed to find this particularly amusing. 

"Kelli won't have to worry about you prematurely ejaculating, and even though it will be you doing the fucking, Tom, she will have the sensation of being fucked with a real manly cock. Aren't you happy for your wife, Tom?"

"Yes, Madam Christina, she deserves it," I replied.

"Okay, let's get to work teaching you how to fuck a woman. This will be the first time that you have a cock that doesn't squirt as soon as it enters a pussy. Looks like Dolly is ready if you are, Tom," and she laughed wickedly.

This training station contained a twin size mattress. The plastic fuck-toy, Dolly, was perched provocatively with legs spread and knees up. Realistic-looking breasts projected at least six inches. The doll's pussy had a faint patch of neatly groomed hair, and the labia glistened with some kind of lubricant.

"Dolly is ready for you, sissy," and Madam Christina pointed to her love nest. "Kiss it, Tom, and ask Dolly for permission to service her."

Feeling foolish kissing a plastic pussy, but wanting to get on with the training and fearing Madam Christina's disapproval, I complied. "May I service your pussy with my cock, Dolly?" I ventured, nervously.

"Wait a second, Pantyboy, it's not really 'your' cock, now is it? Listen carefully to what I want you to say, and this is what you will say to Kelli when you have the opportunity to service her," she paused for effect.

"Now repeat after me, 'I know that my cock is inadequate to properly satisfy you. And I know that it is not worthy to experience your pussy. May I be allowed the privilege of servicing you with my penis extension?' Say it, Tom!"

Humiliated, I lay between the legs of this plastic representation of a woman with my lips just inches from the plastic pussy I was about to fuck with the humiliating penis extension. With halting speech I repeated just what Madam Christina had taught me, "Dolly, I know that my cock..."

"Very good, Tom. You are a quick study," she laughed. Now before you enter Dolly with your fake cock, Tom, I will explain what you will see on the monitor," and she flicked it on. The 40-inch monitor was mounted on the wall just above where Dolly's plastic head lay on a pillow. "First, on this side of the screen, you will see this graph and this black line will indicate your stimulation of the arousal sensors in Dolly's vaginal canal and clitoris." I looked at the numbers ranging from one to ten on the side of the graph. 

"Your goal is to maintain a high level of arousal, and eventually to give Dolly an orgasm. These lights will flash when you achieve that, Tom, and Dolly will squeal like, well, you'll see."

I focused on the graph and just as I was thinking that this was all very clinical and not very sexy Madam Christina hit some keys on a keyboard and the monitor screen was split, and I was dumbfounded to see, in freeze-frame, a glisteningly wet pussy that, unmistakably, was Kelli's. 

"Yes, Tom, it is Kelli. She allowed us to video-tape her masturbating while she was here. She agreed that it would motivate you. You will be allowed to view her pussy as you fuck Dolly. If you succeed in making Dolly cum then you will be rewarded with video of Kelli's face in orgasmic ecstasy." I was spellbound with the image. 

"Since she told us that you never succeeded in giving her such pleasure with your cock, I'm sure you've never seen her experience such pleasure. She told us that your face was always buried between her legs whenever she really got off."

Madam Christina seemed to find this exceedingly funny, and laughed so hard she had to stop to catch her breathe. "She told all of us here that she has only orgasmed with your face buried deep between her legs or when your tongue has been in her ass."

She reached into a bag she'd brought with her and produced a pair of the 'mommy panties.' "I know that you like these, Tom, and Kelli wore them for two days and nights without showering. I am going to keep them in the ziplock, but once you have Dolly consistently at 7.5 on the graph, I'll put them over your head. Would you like that, Tom?"

"Yes, Madam Christina, very much," I said.

"Okay, let's take it from the top. Kiss Dolly's pussy and ask for permission to service her with your penis extension. Then you may mount her."

I did as I was told, then tentatively lay on top of Dolly. I couldn't feel my cock, but I could sense that it was erect. I fumbled to insert my artificial cock into the artificial pussy, and I missed the target entirely with the first couple efforts. Madam Christina hooted with laughter, then sharply spanked my ass, "Not used to having eight inches, huh sissy? We're going to have to practice your aim. Women don't like a man fumbling like a virgin."

Finally I found the opening and I began to push in. The plastic pussy offered moderate resistance, but soon I could feel that I had succeeded in plunging the entire length into Dolly's pussy. The monitor lit up, and I could see that the entry had spiked the arousal monitor to 60. Then the freeze-frame of Kelli's pussy began streaming and I could see her well-manicured fingers plying her pussy lips with abandon. 

I was so aroused at this image that I feared that I would ejaculate, even without any sensation of stimulation to my cock.

"Oh, Madam Christina, seeing Kelli's pussy is...oh...I'm, I'm, I'm worried that I might cum."

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my buttocks, then heard the swish of Madam's cat'o'nine tails. "Do not cum without permission, sissy, or I will have Ms Panington call Nurse Pyre to bring you back to the nursery. You must learn control and learn to at least fuck like a man," Madam Christina shouted in my ear.

That quickly settled the pressure in my loins and I returned from the edge, but remained mesmerized watching the video of Kelli playing with herself, knowing that she had often done so in order to achieve satisfaction after I had lost my load early in our lovemaking. 

I tried to settle into a rhythmic thrust and withdrawal, but soon Madam Christina was criticizing my technique and I could see that the numbers on the graph had fallen below 4.

"You are fucking like a machine. No woman wants that. Vary your speed; vary the length of your thrusts. That's it. Sometimes leave it deep inside her, picture the fake cock touching the tip of her cervix, grind into her clitoris, watch the monitor, when you see what makes the numbers jump, do more of that."

I tried to focus, more deliberately fucking than I had ever done before. I thought about what would stimulate Dolly's arousal sensors, knowing that they had been designed after Kelli's own anatomy. I was rewarded with the numbers going up, now consistently over 6, sometimes reaching 7.5. 

"Good sissy, good sissy," Madam Christina was now saying softly. I almost lost my load for a second time when I felt her pull Kelli's soiled panties over my head and position the gusset just over my now. Soon I was delirious with Kelli's scent and enjoying the sensation of thrusting. 

Madam Christina instructed me to sometimes hold the fake cock in place deep in the pussy and to simply wiggle my ass. Doing so seemed to keep Dolly's arousal solidly in the upper range. 

"Okay, she's ready. Now fuck her hard. Keep fucking deep thrusts until she cums. Yes, yes, you almost have it. Keep it going. Fuck, sissy, fuck!"

All at once the graph spiked to 10, Dolly let out a guttural squeal, and the video of Kelli switched to her face contorted in orgasmic pleasure. I felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment.

"Good for you, sissy Tom. The first orgasm you have ever provided through fucking. Okay, you may withdraw."

As I pulled out the extender sheath, the screen went black. I was covered in sweat. Kelli's panties remained over my head with the gusset carefully taped over my nose. My nostrils continued to be intoxicated with her scent.

"You may stand up, Tom. But first thank Dolly for the privilege of servicing her and kiss her pussy like a good sissy," Madam Christina said in a comforting tone. "Isn't it wonderful to know that you can do it, Tom? A little more practice, though, I want you to be able to get Dolly off without my coaching you."

I kissed Dolly's plastic pussy and foolishly thanked the plastic doll, then I turned to Madam Christina, "Thanks so much for teaching me. It will be wonderful to be able to fuck Kelli to an orgasm." And I meant it.

My panties remained in place with the front pulled down just below my sack and my ass covered in silky pink. My breast forms had been dislodged slightly and I reached to adjust them in my bra. I looked in the full-length mirror and saw how my garter belt framed my penis extension and made it appear even larger and even more out-of-place. My stockings and heels completed the outfit and I teetered a bit as I stood.

"Get your bearings, Tom. We're going next door to tell Ms. Panington of your accomplishment."

I gingerly followed Madam Christina through the door to Ms. Panington's adjoining office. "Ms. Panington, Tom was able to give Dolly an orgasm on his first try...took a bit of coaching, but he did it." Madam Christina said proudly.

"Well, isn't that something. That is the first time you have made a pussy cum by fucking, isn't it Tom?" Ms. Panington picked up the phone, "Ms. Sweeney, would you get ahold of Ms. Jenson and Nurse Pyre and ask them to come into my office. When they arrive I want you to come in with them. Thanks."

"Let's take the fake dick off of him, Madam Christina. I don't want him to get too attached to it," she laughed.

I stood at attention in front of both women as Madam Christine instructed me on removal of the device. Then she quickly put the arousal meter back on my now flaccid penis. Kelli's panties remained over my head.

"Would you like Kelli's panties on or off, sissy?" Ms. Panington asked.

Without hesitation I told her that I wanted them left on my head. I knew that I looked foolish, dressed in women's lingerie, large breast forms pushing out my bra cups, and with a pair of nylon and lace panties taped with the gusset over my nose. But, I did not want to give up the scent of Kelli.

Soon the other three women arrived. "Tom, as a reward you may masturbate for us. You won't be cumming, so I will stop you when you seem to be on the edge. Let's see how long you can make it last."

So, I began to stroke my small penis in front of these five powerful women. I endured their taunts about my inadequacy and Madam Christina gave an occasional sweep of her whip over my pantied ass.

"Next we will be training on the cunninglus machine, Tom. You do love to eat pussy, don't you sissy?"

"Ooooh, yes, Madam Christina, I love to eat pussy. Aaargh. I'm going to ..."

The alarm sounded on the arousal meter. Nurse Pyre rushed forward with a glass of ice water and doused my crotch. Madam Christina roughly grabbed my hand away. They all watched as my twitching penis began to shrivel under their supervision.

"Okay, Tom. Enough. Back to your training. We will be tucking your wee-wee tightly between your legs and secure it with a tight panty girdle to keep you out of trouble while you first practice pussy worship, and then hopefully graduate to ass worship. Let's go." And with that Madam Christina grabbed my now flaccid penis and led me back to the training room.



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 11



 Thanks to all who have recently encouraged me to continue this story. I very much enjoy getting feedback and appreciate your positive votes. If you do not enjoy FemDom, or sexual humiliation, please do not bother to read this story.

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"Now, Tom, we must do something about those wet panties. Nurse Pyre did the right thing to douse your little pleasure stick with cold water, but we mustn't be wet for our next lesson, right Tom?" 

Madam Christina was making no secret of how funny she thought all of this was. Her laughter just increased my humiliation. I was being led with her gloved hand on my cock after just having been required to masturbate in front of five women and then stopped just short of an ejaculation. 

They were using me like I was a wind-up toy, just a thing that they could use for their amusement. Madam Christina must have been reading my mind because, as she stopped in front of a row of drawers, she said, "Sissies like you are so easy to control, Tom. You will do anything for women like us, for the chance to be around us, for the opportunity to please us, for the faint hope that someday we would pity you enough to have sex with you...or just for the privilege of sniffing our panties." 

She paused and her hand slipped down to my balls, and she lifted my chin with her other hand, "Look at me sissy...and sissies like you are even easier to control because you crave wearing feminine clothing. You will do anything I require or that Kelli asks of you in order to maintain the privilege of wearing women's underwear, won't you pantyboy?"

"Yes, Madam Christina, it is an honor to submit to women like you and Kelli," I replied.

"Good answer. Now off with those wet panties and nylons and I'll let you choose what panties and stockings you will wear for your pussy-sucking instruction."

She opened one of the drawers. Inside were rows of neatly folded full-cut panties. Many were pink, but there were white and various pastel shades as well. Some seemed to have much more lace and some had ruffles across the rear. "I want you to pick the pair that will help you feel the most submissive, Tom, and the naughtiest," Madam Christina instructed.

My cock began to grow as I picked through the panties, unfolding several pair until I selected a white pair with three rows of pink ruffles across the rear and a prominent lace waistband with a silk bow in the front. I held them up and Madam Christina laughed.

"You want to wear those panties, Tom? You want to wear silky, frilly, full-cut women's panties? If that is what you want, Tom, you will have to ask my permission. Ask me if you can wear such feminine panties, Tom."

Without hesitation, now aroused by holding the panties and her well-timed humiliation of me, my cock, now standing at attention, twitched like it had a mind of its own. This she surely noticed. I blurted out my desire, "Madam, may I wear these panties please?"

"Not good enough, Tom. Describe the panties that you want to wear and why you want to wear them. Try it again, sissy," she commanded.

"Um, ahh, Madam Christina, may I have permission to wear these white nylon panties with the lace and pink ruffles on the back, and the bow and all. They are so feminine, and I am a sissy, and they would make me feel so sissy-like to wear them. Please, Madam, may I?" Now my hands were trembling holding the panties just inches from my quivering cock.

"But only a sissy would wear such underwear, Tom, no real man would ever, ever, ever wear such underwear. A real man would die before putting on such frilly underpants, and you are begging me to wear them. What does that say about you, Tom?" She was clearly enjoying taunting me.

"It says that I am a sissy, Madam," I replied.

"Yes, you are, Tom. You are a sissy, and yes, you may wear the frilly panties. Pick out some white nylon stockings to wear with them as well, Tom."

As I got dressed Madam Christina was adjusting her laptop and checking my arousal meter. "Fascinating, Tom. Just putting on those feminine items has you close to the edge."

She went back to the set of drawers, this time opening another one and withdrawing a white high-waisted panty girdle, the kind with a zipper on the side and satin panels front and rear. "Do you know how to tuck, Tom?" she asked. "You know, tuck your balls back up inside where they came from and tuck your little thingie back between your legs so it can't get in trouble?" 

I hesitated. Now, in spite of all that I had been through and all that Madam Christina had witnessed, I now was embarrassed to admit that I had mastered this technique while prancing in front of the mirror in Kelli's panties.

"You do know how to tuck, don't you sissy? I'm sure you tucked it away when you put on Kelli's sexy panties and tried to look like a woman in front of the mirror, didn't you Tom?" she insisted.

"Yes, Madam, I do know how to tuck," I admitted.

"Okay, well before you slip on your panty girdle and get all tucked away, I have one more surprise for you," and she opened a cabinet door and withdrew what appeared to be a butt plug. 

"This plug will reach your prostate. It has a vibration that I think you'll come to crave. I can control it remotely or I can have it synch to one of the fake pussies. The more you succeed in stimulating one of the practice pussies, the more vibration you will feel. Sound like fun?" She hit a couple keys on the laptop and I could see the 4 inch plug vibrating in her hand.

"Slip on the girdle, but keep it below your knees. Then bend over that chair and I will insert this handy little toy in your sissy ass," Madam Christina demanded. "Again Tom, I will do it for you this first time, but Kelli will expect that you do this for yourself. I will show you how to do it, and then you'll be on your own."

I did as instructed and soon I was bent over the chair waiting on the insertion, ass fully exposed. Madam Christina expertly lubed the device and slipped it in without difficulty.

"Not a virgin ass, that is for sure. You've not only been playing with your little wee-wee, but your sissy pussy as well, haven't you Tom? A virgin ass would put up much more resistance," and she laughed knowingly.

One more trip to the cabinet and this time Madam Christina returned with a Kotex sanitary napkin, "Put this in the gusset of your panties, Tom. You'll be glad you did." And as I opened the wrapper and peeled back the self-stick wrapper, I accepted one more humiliation: a Kotex in my panties.

"Now up with the panties. Be careful to tuck. That's it. Now up with the girdle. Yes, pull it up tight. It will hold everything in place," and then Madam Christina tapped on the keyboard and I felt an erotic tingling in my bottom.

"Oh my," I gasped, "It's, it's, it's wor..wor...working, Madam."

"And I think sissy likes it," she taunted, "Get Dolly's pussy rocking and you will experience all the pleasure that plug can give. Ready to suck, Tom?"

I thought this would be a piece of cake...er, piece of pussy...since I had considerable experience sucking Kelli off. I liked doing it and she liked having me eat her. I figured that I was already an expert so I was surprised to hear Madam Christina explain, "Kelli told us that she's been rather bored with your technique, Tom, and that sometimes you've ejaculated while eating her long before she is done with you."

She stopped for emphasis, and then went on, "We have recommended to her that she require you to be tucked, as you are now, whenever you eat her. And she will be given a remote control for your vibrating butt plug, so she can either reward or punish you, if need be." And I felt a sharp twinge in my rectum as Madam Christina hit a key on the keyboard."

"That is just a little taste of punishment, Tom. There is much more power that can be used for training; but we know that you seem to respond better to rewards, so for the most part the plug will be used to stimulate your rectum and prostate." She led me over to one of the stations.

"This is a queening chair, Tom. Kelli had one delivered to your home shortly after you got on the plane. This particular model has a variety of adjustments. A submissive's head may be put in the sling from the rear, and held at various levels, either with the pussy just out of reach for prolonged teasing, or the head can be cinched up tight to the woman's crotch for what I call hardcore worship."

"Or," she continued, "the subby's head can be placed in from the front of the chair for an entirely different feel for the Domme, and, of course, for ass worship." As she was talking she was demonstrating with a plastic head. Then she told me to lay on my back on the sloping cushion and to put my head into the sling that swung on

thick chains from the inside of the seat of the chair.

"We're going to start with your head in from the rear so that you can have the best access to Dolly's pussy. Now we can't replicate the taste of Kelli's pussy, so you're going to taste a mouthful of plastic. But, we have put some cherry flavoring in her pussy for you, so the more you suck, the more you will taste the cherry—you'll just have to pretend," and she gave me a gentle swat on my girdle-covered ass. 

"In position, Tom." Once I had my head in position in the sling, she produced another ziplock with a soiled pair of Kelli's panties and taped the gusset over my nose and away from my mouth.

"Here's how this will work, Tom. The sensors in Dolly's pussy will react to stimulation much as Kelli's pussy would. You won't be able to see the monitor as you will be smothered by her pussy in the queening position. But you will be able to feel it in your ass. The higher her arousal numbers go, the more your plug will vibrate. Sound like fun?"

Before I could answer she positioned Dolly the fuck-toy in the chair and told me to begin, "Oh wait, one more thing, I almost forgot. Kelli told us that she likes to hear you slurp and moan. She likes to know that you're happy to be sucking her. I think the plug will take care of the moaning, but I want to be able to hear you slurp. I want it messy, Tom," and I heard the muffled sound of her laugh as Dolly's pussy was presented to my waiting mouth.

I started licking. My senses were on fire with the unmistakable scent of Kelli's vaginal juices enveloping my nose, I tasted a faint cherry flavor that masked the otherwise unpleasant taste of plastic, and my ass was beginning to tingle with a magic I had never felt before.

I tried to remember that I was to slurp, and I serviced Dolly's cunt as voraciously as I could. If I stopped to rest my jaws, even for a second, the vibration in my ass ceased, then accelerated when I thrust my tongue as deeply as it would go, or flicked the plastic clitoris with my tongue.

The sensation in my ass was like nothing I had ever felt. I wondered briefly if what I was feeling was my prostate being massaged by the plug; but I didn't care what it was. I just didn't want it to stop. I sucked, I slurped, I flicked, I thrust and swirled my tongue in and out; and I was in a dizzying state of arousal. I could feel my cock straining to grow in the tight confines of the crotch of my panty girdle covered panties.

Then I heard Dolly squeal the guttural moan I had heard when I had fucked her with the penis extender. The butt plug vibrated at a fever pitch for a few seconds, then stopped suddenly. Dolly was lifted from my face and Madam Christina peered down at me with a wicked grin. "Oh my, Tommie. You made Dolly cum. You are a good pussy sucker."

I wanted the vibrating stimulation in my ass to continue, but was too embarrassed to ask Madam Christina for more. She unbuckled me from the queening chair, helped me up to my knees and offered me a bottle of water. "We'll put you back under the chair after awhile, Tom, when you start your ass worship training. I'm going to let you rest for a bit, then we'll change positions and devices."

Now kneeling before this leather-clab beauty, I remained in a heightened state of arousal. I wanted to pull the girdle down and jerk off and cum all over her boots, but I knew better. I waited patiently, trying to contain my excitement, and sipped the water she had given me.

"Okay, Tom, next station," Madam Christina instructed. "Follow me." In the next station was a strange sight. A plastic replica of a woman's bottom half, waist to heels, was poised in a throne-like chair, legs splayed and plastic pussy just at the edge of the chair as though inviting a tongue. The legs were covered with black thigh-high nylons with lace tops, and the feet were encased in black stiletto pumps.

"Here you will practice worshipping a woman as she sits. You may be required to perform oral service while she is relaxing watching TV, reading, or talking to a friend on the phone. Or, she might be at her work desk, the dinner table, or...well, virtually any time she requests worship, Tom." She pointed to the floor in front of the training pussy, "Kneel, sissy. Let's see if you can get this one rocking like you did Dolly."

I knew that as soon as I started licking that the butt plug would begin vibrating, so I enthusiastically leapt to the task and began oral worship. On my knees, but with more freedom of my head, I could use my head in a thrusting motion with my tongue fully extended. I found that doing so while every so often giving the clitoris some well-timed licks, that the vibration in my ass had soon returned to a fever pitch. I slurped with abandon.

I licked, I sucked, I thrust my tongue, I flicked. Soon I was again in a near state of ecstasy. I could hear Madam Christina egging me on, "Good sissy. Good pussy-sucker. Keep it up, sissy!" Then my entire body began to convulse and a wave of euphoria filled my entire being. It went on and on, the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

When my body eventually stopped shuddering, I uncoupled my lips from the training pussy. The vibration in my ass had stopped. I looked up at Madam Christina. She looked back at me knowingly, "You just came like a girl, Tom. That is the reward you can look forward to when you are a good sissy."

She motioned for me to stand up. I did so with some difficulty as my knees wanted to buckle under me and I could feel my entire body still shaking. She unzipped the panty girdle, pulled it down, then pulled down my panties. She reached into the panties and pulled out the now soaking wet napkin from the gusset of my panties. She held it in front of my eyes, "See the mess you made. Your little flaccid penis made a mess in your panties because of the excitement in your ass. Such a sissy!"

Immediately I was afraid that I would be punished for ejaculating without permission. Madam Christina must have seen the fear in my eyes. "It's okay, Tom. I could see on the monitor that you were going to experience a prostate orgasm. Your cock wasn't even erect, Tom. It was safely tucked away. Consider this a reward orgasm, Tom. It is quite different than you jerking off or you cumming on Ms. Pannington's lap while being disciplined.

"Aside from the mess you made in your Kotex, what you experienced was like what a woman experiences when she has an orgasm, Tom. You just entered an entirely new world."



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 12



I was back in my room after an exhausting day of training. The prostate stimulating butt plug had been removed. I longed for the sensations it had provided me, and I had asked Madam Christina to leave it in. She had only smiled and said, "So easy, so easy; but no I will not leave it in. You will have to earn the pleasure you have learned that your ass can provide."

Before we had finished for the day, I had been required to again put on the penis extender and service Dolly. Madam Christina had me practice my aim until I no longer fumbled entry. And I had been given a preliminary ass worship lesson. I had performed to the best of my ability, but had not been allowed another orgasm.

Now, back in my room, I was still very aroused and I wanted to masturbate. If it weren't for the arousal monitor around my cock I would have piled up a mound of panties from the dresser drawer and humped them like a dog. But, fearing repercussions, I knew that restraint was in my best interest.

Madam Christina had supervised my showering, had reinstalled my arousal monitor, and then she had escorted me bare-naked from the shower, back to my room.

Before she left she had teased me unmercifully and I knew this is why my cock ached to be stroked and I wanted to spurt. "Select some panties, Tom. I don't want to have to see your little equipment. It does nothing for me," Madam Christina had commanded as she sat on the edge of the bed seductively crossing her legs.

I had gone to the bureau and selected a modest peach-colored hipster and slipped them on.

"Now find the matching bra, Tom, and select some sleep forms that you can wear to bed."

Soon I was dressed in a matching bra and panty set and kneeling in front of Madam Christina. My erect cock was outlined by the tight nylon and Madam Christina made note of this by rubbing the front of my panties up and down with the toe of her boot.

I had trembled with excitement as she told me, "You did a good job today, sissy. I will be providing a report to Kelli. I think she will be pleased. Just think how you now will be able to fuck her with a full eight inches, no more worry about premature ejaculation and no more selfish fucking. Fucking will now be for her pleasure. What do you think, Tom?"

I had stumbled to answer, "I want to please her, Madam Christina, and I, I, I..." I had been too embarrassed to continue.

"What is it, sissy boy? There should be no secrets, especially given what I have witnessed you do," Madam Christina had responded.

"I, I had an incredible orgasm today. It was far more intense than anything I've ever experienced," I had managed to say.

"Yes, I know that you did, sweetie. I planned it that way. We all did," and she had smiled and reached out and patted my head. "When we first heard Kelli's story about you, we knew what you needed in order to get your masturbation under control. I want you to understand one thing, Tom, and you have a choice to make."

"Yes, Madam Christine, what is it?" I had answered.

"Here's the thing. You can either continue your nasty masturbation habit. Of course that will cost you your marriage to Kelli. Or you can promise to never again masturbate outside of the supervision and permission of a woman. If you choose the latter, there will be many more orgasms for you like the one you experienced yesterday. But Kelli will choose when and where, or whether she chooses to delegate that authority to another woman."

"But I've been jerking off for so many years, I am afraid that I can't stop," I had weakly argued.

"Yes, you can, Tom. Kelli will help you. You will have to decide whether you want pleasure like you experienced earlier today or whether you just want a quick wank into a pair of panties." She had paused for effect. "You will have to go to Kelli and tell her that you are fighting an urge to jerk off. She will know what to do. We have taught her."

"I want to make that promise. I do, and I will."

"Okay, then, I am going to go summon Ms. Panington and have her come up here. And we will get Kelli on FaceTime. While you are waiting, Tom, I suggest that you carefully consider what it is that you will be saying to your wife."

So that is the situation that you find me in now. I am trying to compose myself. I am trying to resist the urge to masturbate. I am trying to think. What do I want to say to Kelli? What have I learned so far at the Institute? What is it that Kelli wants from me? Can I make a promise to never again sneak a wank?

I was sitting on the bed lost in these thoughts when I heard Madam Christina and Ms. Pannington at the door. I immediately got on my knees and faced the door. My cock, with an occasional soft stroke over my panties, had remained engorged.

As the women walked in and stood before me I kept my eyes to the floor in deference to their authority and beauty. 

"Does he have a hard-on?" Ms. Panington asked, "I can't really tell," and she palyfully pulled open the front of my panties and made a display of looking inside, then snapped the waistband back. "Oh yes, I had forgotten for a moment how small he was," and both women laughed.

"I told Ms. Panington what a good job you've been doing, Tom, and she agrees that it would be a good time to call Kelli," Madam Christina said. "Let's hear what you plan to tell her, Tom."

"Well, I, uh, I uhh..." I hesitated, then continued, "I want to tell her that I have accepted that I am a sissy, that I want her to use me for her own pleasure, and that I am prepared to do anything and everything she asks."

"Very good, Tom. I think that she would like that," Ms. Panington responded, "And about your nasty masturbation habit?"

"I want to tell her about the orgasm I experienced today. I want to ask her if she will allow me to have such, well, girly-ish orgasms, if she will use the prostate massaging butt plug on me. And, um, I, I umm, I want to ask her if she will allow me to continue to wear sissy clothing."

"So, you've decided then, Tom. No more unsupervised masturbation. From now on, Kelli owns your cock, and she owns your sissy ass?" Madam Christina asked.

"Yes. That is what I've decided, and that is what I want."

"Okay. I will get her on FaceTime then. Remain on your knees. I believe she will like that," Ms. Panington said.

"Hello Kelli, so nice to see you. I have our trainer, Madam Christina here with me, and Tom as well. Here he is. He is asking to talk to you," and she turned the phone towards me so that Kelli could see me, in my peach bra, breast forms, and matching panties, kneeling with an obvious erection outlined through the thin nylon in the front of my panties.

"Hi Tom, don't you look cute." Kelli said, "Do you have a stiffie, Tom? It's hard to tell," and all three women laughed. "Why don't you show me how excited you are to talk to me."

I pulled my panties down below my balls and exposed my twitching cock.

"It's so cute, Tommy. All it is missing is a pretty pink bow. What do you think, ladies?" Kelli was playing this for all it was worth.

Madam Christina stepped to one of the dresser drawers and returned with a pink silk ribbon and tied a large bow around my penis as they giggled with satisfaction.

"Tom has been very compliant, Kelli. He has been practicing fucking with the 8-inch penis extension, and he's done a wonderful job practicing pussy and ass worship. We think you'll be quite pleased," Ms Panington told her as the phone remained focused on my now pink-ribboned dick.

"Oh my. I am so happy to hear that. I so look forward to Tom's having a more manly size. Maybe I'll have to retire my Hitachi," Kelli joked. 

"He has something he wants to tell you about the orgasm we allowed him to have today, Kelli," Ms. Panington continued. "Go ahead, Tom."

Ms. Panington tipped the phone so that it focused away from my cock and instead on my face. "Kelli, I love you so much," I started, "And I understand why you sent me here. I have been selfish. I was more interested in getting off sexually than in pleasing you. That hasn't been fair, and I apologize for my inadequacy as a lover."

"Well thank you, Tom, so nice of you to say that. Yes, you have been inadequate. I will accept your apology, but things must be different going forward, Tom. Do you understand that?" Kelli was now speaking quite sternly.

"Yes, Ma'am. I do. I want to serve you Kelli. I want to be the best lover you could ever imagine."

Ms. Panington interrupted, "Tell her about the orgasm you were given today, Tom."

"Oh, yes. Sorry. I, uhh, well, they, umm, put a vibrating butt plug in my ass," I could feel my face turning red.

"Yes, Tom, go on. I know about that. I picked up one of those devices when I was there, complete with a remote control," Kelli said, encouragingly.

"Well, it was absolutely mind-blowing. The best I've ever had. I want to be allowed more of those. It would be such a privilege for you to give me such pleasure, Kelli, and I want to do my best to give you mind-blowing orgasms as well."

"You seem to think this is some sort of negotiation, Tom; that if you learn to get me off that I will get you off in return. That won't at all be the deal, Tom. Here's how it will be: Your job will be to serve me, to worship me, to obey me. If you please me I will keep you and allow you to wear the frilly feminine things you so crave as the sissy you are."

"Yes, Ma'am. I just..."

"Don't interrupt me, sissyboy. I wasn't finished. About your desire to be allowed orgasms of any kind, the way it will be Tom is that orgasms will be doled out as rewards, Tom. I think that you find that I will be quite fair, but not over-indulgent. What kind of orgasm, how, when, how often, that will all be up to me as you have clearly demonstrated that you have no self-control. Now you may speak, Tom."

"Thank you, Kelli. That is what I want. I love you so much and I want to make you happy. I have admitted that I am a sissy. I love wearing these feminine things. I admit that I have no control over my penis and that it is best that you take firm control. I will dedicate myself to serving you to make up for the years that you went without," and tears began streaming down my face.

They were tears of joy. They were tears of relief. Most of all they were tears of submission. My body began to shake with deep sobbing, and I hid my face in my hands.

"Take you hands away from your face, Tom," Kelli finally began, "Do you promise to submit to my authority?"

"Yes, Kelli, yes I do."

"Do you promise to never again masturbate, and that I will choose when and if you may have an orgasm?"

"Yes, Kelli, yes I do."

"And do you agree that, as a symbol of your submission you will only dress in female clothing in my presence?"

"Oh yes, Kelli, yes, yes, yes!"

"Well then from now on I will only address you by your feminine name, and I ask that the staff at the Institute do the same. And your name shall be...Nancy."

I was at first stunned by this development, but in no position to protest.

"Say it for me, sissy. Tell me your name," Kelli said, now seductively.

"My name is Nancy. I am Nancy and I wish to serve you and please you. Thank you, Kelli."

"No Nancy, you may no longer address me as Kelli. The ladies at the Institute have told me that would be far too informal for our new relationship, Nancy. From now on for you it will be Mistress Kelli."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

"Good night, Nancy."

"Good night, Mistress Kelli." 

With that Ms. Panington disconnected the call, set the phone down and she and Madam Christina began to applaud. "Very good, Nancy. Very good. Now off to bed with you. Tomorrow will be a big day."

As the lights were shut off and the door to the bedroom was closed, I had little option but to go to bed. I lay awake for the longest time. My mind flipped through the events of the day and my entire stay at the Institute. I thought of the times that I had disappointed Kelli as her lover; how I had been unable to bring her to an orgasm, or had spurted within seconds of entering her. I thought of how I had taken to masturbating just to get myself off, and how my sexual fantasies had turned more and more to exactly what I was experiencing now; being feminized and dominated by women.

I felt happy and excited, and my mind began to turn to what my new life would be like when I returned home. I wondered if I perhaps would not have to continue to look for a job, whether I could satisfy Mistress Kelli by taking care of her and all of the household responsibilities. I shuddered with excitement as I pictured taking care of the house dressed as a sissy maid or maybe as a 1950's housewife.

My hand drifted down to my cock and I indulged a few strokes. I wanted to jerk off so much. It was difficult to pull my hand away. For a moment I humped the mattress. But I knew that Ms. Panington would check the printout of my arousal during this alone time. I was making progress and maybe close to being allowed to return home. I didn't want to take any steps backwards, and I certainly didn't want to return to the nursery. So I tried to distract myself until sleep enveloped me.

XXXXX

As Nancy was trying to get to sleep, Ms. Panington, Madam Christina, and Ms. Jensen were in Ms. Panington's office and had Kelli back on the phone on a video conference call. "Perfect, Kelli. Just Perfect," Ms. Panington was telling her.

"Thank you so much. Do you think he takes me seriously?" Kelli asked.

"Without a doubt, Kelli. He will be like putty in your hands. Not only does he love you very much, and not only is he deathly afraid of losing you; but Kelli, he likes you being firm with him. He likes submitting to women. He likes being allowed to wear feminine things. Rarely do we see men who are so innately submissive. It is a fantasy for some, but for your husband, this seems to be who he is," Ms. Panington explained. 

"And you should have seen his face as he had his first prostate orgasm. And he's been begging for another one," Madam Christina added.

"What we find is that wives often have to experiment with how frequently to allow their submissive to have an orgasm," Ms. Jensen chimed in, "There seems to be a magic number between overindulgence and too infrequent to maintain motivation. We find that it is best to keep him on the edge."

"And one thing that will make it easier about your little Nancy is that he has such a strong fetish for women's panties—he seems to desire all feminine things, mind you—but panties are really his thing. We think that he'd do just about anything to be allowed a panty-sniffing session or to be allowed to wear the 'mommy panties.' That was a brilliant idea for us to get all those panties made up that replicate those pairs of his mother's that he first wore and masturbated in as a boy," Ms. Panington said.

All four women were silent for a moment, and then Kelli began, "I'm thinking about coming out there to give him a test run. I actually just looked at flights and looks like I could get a reward ticket and be there by tomorrow afternoon. What do you think?"

"It's your husband, Kelli, and your money. If you test him out and he's ready to take home we can easily fill his spot with someone from the waiting list. Remember how long you had to wait?" Ms. Panington answered, "Sure. We'd love to have you. We will prepare the Mistress Suite for you, and we will have Nancy primed, prim, and feminized for you when you get here. We'll keep it a surprise. We will want you to walk in on him when he is in a most humiliating state. Just send your itinerary and I will have Ms. Jensen pick you up at the airport."

"Great. See you ladies sometime tomorrow then."

"Oh, Kelli, before you go, just one question, are you sure about the makeup and hair? I know that you want him to be a sissified male at home, but consider how humiliating it would be for him for you to surprise him when he is fully made up and dressed as a complete hussy?" Ms. Panington asked.

"Mmmm. Let me sleep on that. I will send you an email in the morning. I'm going to get some outfits together, then get some sleep. Goodnight."



Behavior Modification Institute Ch. 13: Final



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"Wake up, Nancy. Rise and shine. Time to get up, sissy."

I hadn't heard the key turn in the door lock, and I hadn't heard Ms. Jensen enter my room. I sat bolt upright, then remembered that I was wearing only the peach bra and panty set and I grabbed the sheet to cover myself.

"Don't be so silly, Nancy. I've seen plenty more of you than that," she laughed. Did you enjoy yesterday, Nancy?" Then without giving me a chance to answer she continued, "I think it is so cute that your Mistress has named you Nancy. It is such an old-school feminine name. It suits you just fine."

"Thank you, Ms. Jensen," I ventured, still trying to orient myself after the sudden wakeup, and more than a little embarrassed that I was sporting one of those morning erections which she would surely notice.

"Get going, sleepyhead. Up and off with your bra and panties. Ms. Panington wants you showered, shaved and ready for the day ASAP."

I got out of bed, and then turned away from Ms. Jensen to pull off my panties, hoping that she wouldn't notice my erection.

"I see it, Nancy. You don't have to hide yourself on my account. Your little weenie is so cute. It still has the pink bow on it. I heard about that," she teased. "I guess you'll have to take that off as well. It will just get ruined in the shower." 

I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom where she opened the door to the glass surround shower stall. She spun me around so that I was facing her and she quickly removed the arousal monitor from my penis. "Here's a razor and some shaving cream. Ms. Panington wants it all off, as close a shave as you can get, Nancy. Madam Christina said that you'd gotten a bit stubbly 'down there,' and we want it smooth. I'll be right here if you have any trouble."

The shaving cream was called Satin Care Pashionista Fruit, and it was a lady's razor that I had been given. And the body wash and shampoo both had a lovely smell of lavender. By the time I was done, the feminine scents had me feeling quite girly.

I toweled off and Ms. Jensen supervised the monitor being refitted, then she took a spray bottle from the counter and gave me a few spritzes of a flowery mist and she handed me a blue "Secret" ladies deodorant.

"Let's go get you dressed, Nancy," and Ms. Jensen led the way back to my room. When we got there, Ms. Panington was there and rummaging through the clothes rack.

"Good morning, Ms. Jensen. Good morning, Nancy. I see that you are showered and shaved," and she gave my bottom a playful pat. "I thought I'd come down and supervise your dressing myself. By the way, I looked at the arousal printout from last night after we left you for the night. Looked like you had taken a few strokes, then stopped. Very commendable."

"Thank you, Ms. Panington. Yes, I wanted to masturbate; but I meant what I told Kelli, er, Mistress Kelli. I intend to keep my promises to her," I replied.

"Very good, Nancy. I have laid out your lingerie for today on the bed. I want you in pink lace. We're going to be using the triple D forms again. It seemed to me that you so enjoy having large breasts, Nancy." And I blushed with the knowledge that she was, once again, quite right about me.

XXXXXX

What I did not know then, and only found out after Mistress Kelli had taken me home, was that Ms. Panington and her staff had spoken to my Mistress after I had been put to bed, and I knew nothing of the email that had arrived this morning in Ms. Panington's inbox from my wife. 

It had read: "Good morning, Ms. Panington. I will arrive on the 3:20 flight. If one of your team is able to pick me up, that'd be great. Otherwise I will take a cab. Please text my phone so that I know."

"Oh, and about further feminizing Nancy for his presentation to me, I think I will go with that. I want him to be most humiliated when he first sees that I am there. If it turns out that he finds the full treatment of makeup and wig arousing, well then I believe that I will have another carrot to dangle in front of his sissy prick. Have some other ideas, too—will discuss upon arrival. Thank you. See you this afternoon. K."

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"Today I want you in a corset, Nancy. I have brought one with me that I think will suit you just fine. So hurry on with the bra and panty I set out for you, and then I'll get you laced up," Ms. Panington announced.

"Yes, Ma'am. Forms too?" I asked.

"Of course, silly. We both know you love having titties like a real girl."

As I grabbed the panties and opened the waistband to put them on I realized that they were like no panties I had ever seen. There was a prominent round opening in the rear that, as I slid them on, left my butt cheeks entirely exposed. I imagined that this was to provide access for the magic butt plug and I started to get an erection at the thought.

I did as I was told, then stood in front of Ms. Panington as she wrapped a pink under-bust corset around me. She clasped the heavy hook and eye fasteners, and then turned me around so that she could begin my lacing. Being corseted had been a favorite masturbation fantasy of mine, but I had never experienced what I began to feel as Ms. Panington pulled each row of laces tight. It took my breath away. I began to feel unbelievably sexy and my cock was now engorged and pushing against the pink lace of my panties.

Then Ms. Panington positioned me in front of the full-length mirror. From the neck down I looked like a voluptuous woman. That is, other than the prominent bulge in my panties. My breasts were large and protruding. My waist had been pulled in at least 3 inches, leaving the illusion of full hips. "Now let's get a dress on you, Nancy," Ms. Panington instructed. 

She went to the clothes rack and returned with a white satin dress. It had a pink lace bodice and pink lace accents at the hem and sleeves. The skirt flared out and was so short that I knew my ass would be exposed.

"Put this on, Nancy. But first attach these white stockings to the garters on your corset. That's it. I know you've attached stockings to garters before, Nancy, don't try to pretend you haven't. Good girl. Now these heels." A pair of modest 2-inch white pumps completed the outfit. "Now I'll get you some breakfast. Then we'll be off to the beauty salon."

"Beauty salon?" I thought to myself as I followed Ms. Panington and Ms. Jensen out of the room and down the hall towards the elevators. I felt very self-conscious about my short skirt as I knew that my bare ass was exposed, and I kept trying to pull down the hem of my dress.

"Stop that, sissy. Hands clasped in front of you. Why so modest about your ass today. Just yesterday you were begging Madam Christina to leave a plug in it," Ms. Panington said as Ms. Jensen giggled.

Lucky for me, the elevator door opened to an empty car, and we rode in silence to the same floor the nursery had been on, but turned the opposite direction once the elevator door opened. Inside a door simply marked "Beauty," there were three salon chairs. Two of them were occupied by who I believed to be two of the transvestites that I had seen a couple days earlier being led to a cooking class.

Both were beautiful, impeccably made up, appeared to be getting their hair done, and they greeted me in voices far too husky for their alluring feminine appearances. I mumbled a quick hello, now feeling even more embarrassed to be in the presence of such beautiful feminized men. Ms. Panington introduced me to Ms. Carlson who she announced would be "making me pretty."

"He hasn't had anything to eat yet today, so I'm going to order him up a smoothie. Hope you don't mind his sipping from a straw while you're working on him?" Ms. Panington asked. 

"Oh no, that's fine. I do the lips last anyway." Ms. Carlson said, and then turned to me, "Show me your dress, Nancy. It's gorgeous."

As I did a slow pirouette, Ms. Carlson let out a low whistle, "Short skirt on this one, Ms. Panington, and those panties, I'm guessing that she'll be getting the treatment sometime today then?"

"Hush, now. We don't want to scare her, um, him," Ms. Panington responded which of course was enough to scare the beejeebees out of me.

Ms. Carlson put a plush terry cloth towel over the remaining empty salon chair and directed me to sit down. Ms. Panington started for the door, and then turned to Ms. Carlson, "I want this one looking quite sluttish. It's a special day." Then I heard hushed giggling from the two transvestites. I figured that they knew what 'the treatment' was, and they must have thought that it was funny that I was going to receive it.

I sat back in the chair, and soon my smoothie arrived. I was famished, so I sipped on it as Ms. Carlson worked to make up my face. She talked me through it as she went. First she smoothed in some moisturizer, then concealer, then foundation, then setting powder, then eyeliner, brow pencil, mascara, lip liner, then lipstick. She kept me turned away from the mirror until she had topped it off with a shoulder length auburn wig.

Ms. Carlson turned me to look at her creation as she fussed with the wig. I was dumbfounded, speechless, and aroused all at the same time. I felt my cock stirring and growing as I looked at the image of my feminine self in the mirror. What did it mean that I was getting hard looking at my feminine image? Did I want to have sex with myself? I guess that's what I'd been doing with all that masturbation; but, if I do say so myself, I looked HOT.

Next came some dangly silver ear rings, and a matching necklace. Then Ms. Carlson removed the smock she had used to cover my dress, had me stand up, and again turn in front of her. She gushed over how pretty I was, and let out a stifled giggle when my revealing panties were turned her way.

Soon Madam Christina entered the beauty salon. She first went to Ms. Carlson and whispered something in her ear. I felt embarrassed for her to see me like this, even though she had seen me in many compromising situations over the last few days. She made her way over to where I stood and softly stroked my bare behind with a gloved hand. "Very nice, Nancy, very pretty."

Without another word she reached into my panties, took my cock firmly in her grip and led me out the door and back to the training room. "Don't worry, Nancy. We can touch up your makeup. Ms. Carlson gave me a makeup case with the right shades. You don't have to worry about making a mess while you practice ass and pussy worship today."

By now it was early afternoon, and I was soon hard at work servicing the plastic pussy and the plastic ass. I had squealed with delight (like a girl) when Madam Christina had inserted the butt plug that pulsed, vibrated, and tickled my prostate in response to my efforts at oral service.

"You're doing fine, Nancy, but I am going to hold your stimulation just below the level of an orgasm, at least for now. I want to save you for the treatment," Madam Christina told me.

I succeeded in giving the plastic orifices multiple orgasms. Madam Christina taught me to stimulate the clitoris with my finger while I orally serviced the anus. And, she taught me to digitally stimulate the anus while I worshipped the pussy. I was pleased at my successes, but frankly I was ready to service the real thing. I was confident that I could please Mistress Kelli.

"Okay, Nancy, we're going to take a break. You can sit back and relax and I'll get you some water and a snack. Not much nourishment in eating plastic pussy," Madam Christina teased. "And, I am taking out the butt plug. I know you love it, but that's enough for now." I bent over in a most humiliating manner as she slowly removed it.

After a few minutes Madam Christina presented me with the penis extender and told me to put it on, which I did. "Leave the panties on, she told me, "I want the fake cock protruding from your panties." Then she led me to a section of the room that was curtained off from the rest. Behind the curtain was a padded bench about three feet off of the floor.

On the bench was a black leather head harness with a six inch dildo attached to it. Immediately I knew that this was a chin dildo. I had seen pictures of these, but had no experience with the device. Madam Christina wasted no time in pulling it over my head and securing it. My mouth was left exposed and Madam Christina told me that I was to gently suck and lick the clitoris while my chin cock fucked pussy. The dildo protruded comically from my chin, and she laughed as she stroked it. 

"Up you go, sissy, up and on your knees" and Madam Christina patted the bench. I got up and knelt upright. "Bend," she said, and as I bent at the waist she pulled Velcro straps from under the bench and secured both of my arms to the side of the bench. "Wiggle your head back and forth and thrust your chin dildo back and forth. I want to be sure that you have full movement," she instructed.

Next she sat herself down in what could best be described as an ornate throne on wheels. She pushed a few buttons and the throne rose up and down and the seat changed positions. She wheeled herself close to my face, lifted her leather skirt, and taunted me with her black panties inches from my nose. "Perfect," she said and she got up and busied herself behind me. I could look to the side and see my reflection in a mirror that took up the entire wall.

I looked ridiculous. My bare ass was in the air outlined by the cutout pink panties. My skirt fluttered above my ass. My penis extension protruded from my panties and it appeared that I had a huge hard-on. A dildo protruded from my chin. The hair from my wig now hung down partially hiding my face, but my face was unmistakably made up in a most feminine and, yes, sluttish style. 

Soon Madam Christina came around in front of me. She had removed her leather skirt. She had replaced it with a dildo harness and she now sported a cock that made my extension seem small. I began to panic as she stood in front of me stroking this phallus just inches from my face.

"You will be getting the treatment this afternoon, Nancy. All of us ladies are in agreement that you've earned it. You are such a good sissy, so compliant, and you have shown that you can worship ass and pussy with the best of them. And, we have seen how much you have enjoyed stimulation in your ass."

She paused. I could feel my body shuddering and my sphincter muscles tightening. "Soon our audience will arrive and I will have the pleasure of fucking your virgin ass. Would you like that, Nancy?" Madam Christina said.

I vigorously shook my head. "No, no, no," I wanted to shout. But I said nothing. Part of me wanted to experience being taken in this way.

Then I was enclosed in total darkness as Madam Christina pulled a blindfold over my eyes and secured it behind my head. The minutes dragged on as I knew that I would soon enough be violated by that large strap-on and that this would be witnessed by the entire female staff of the Institute. Eventually I could hear the clicking of high heels on the tile floor; then female voices. I could identify Ms. Panington, Ms. Jensen, Ms. Sweeney, Ms. Carlson, and even Nurse Pyre. They chatted amongst themselves like this was an afternoon coffee break. 

Suddenly the room became silent. I heard one more pair of high heels click their way towards me. Then I could hear some fussing with the electric throne. I felt a cool gob of what must have been lube on my anus. Soon I felt what I believed to be a finger inserted and there was modest applause from the spectators. Then I felt the head of the dildo at my opening and I heard Madam Christina telling me to relax and to remember how good the butt plug felt. "Soon you will have an orgasm, Nancy, a most sissy orgasm."

Then I heard the motor on the throne whirring and someone was directing my head. I realized that it was Ms. Panington when I heard her say, "Inhale deeply, sissy Nancy, and service your Mistress."

"No, it couldn't be," I thought, "My Mistress? Mistress Kelli?" I began to thrust the chin dildo and soon my nose was drenched with the unmistakable intoxicating scent of my wife. I thrust wildly and when my mouth felt a wet pussy I sucked in as much fragrant pussy juice as I could. I knew the taste. It was Kelli. My wife. My Mistress. I was in a frenzy, intoxicated with the taste and scent of her, wanting to please her and show her what I had learned.

I felt the thrusting in my ass start slowly, then build. I was in a mood-altered state. Endorphins were firing on all cylinders. Sensations flooded my ass, my prostate was being assaulted, my head was filled with the scent that, for days, I had only been able to sniff from the gusset of panties. And my mouth was filled with the taste of her.

I moaned. I thrust. I wiggled my chin. Then I heard it. I heard Kelli, my Mistress, I heard her cry out with an ecstasy I had never before heard. I heard her gasping, then screaming, "Fuck me, sissy, fuck me with your mouth. Fuck me like you never have before."

I fucked her with the chin dildo, thrusting violently back and forth, licking and sucking her clit with each forward thrust. The harder I fucked and sucked, the more she moaned and screamed as her hips shuddered with multiple orgasms and her thighs squeezed my head so tightly that it was as though I was part of her.

"Oh Nancy, ooohhhh my sissy hubby! I have waited so long for this. My small-dicked husband finally pleases me," she shouted.

As Kelli gushed her enthusiastic pleasure, pressure was building in my ass. I could feel myself bucking against Madam Christina's strap-on. My cock was hard in the confines of the penis extender. I could feel my body tightening and I knew that the first wave of the wonderful prostate orgasm was about to overwhelm me.

"Take his blindfold off. I want him to look at me as he cums with your strap-on in his ass," Kelli shouted. I felt hands fumbling with the blindfold and soon hands grabbed my chin and held my head up so that I was looking directly at Kelli.

A wave of humiliation flooded me as my wife gazed down at my face contorted in orgasmic ecstasy as I was being fucked in the ass by another woman. "Fuck him. Fuck him," she shouted. 

My body shuddered and I let out an involuntary long moan as I could feel ejaculate leak from my cock. I buried my face back in Kelli's pussy and she patted my head as the room erupted in applause.

"I am ready to take him home. Thank you all so much. You have forever changed our lives," I heard my Mistress tell the staff of the Institute. "Please take the chin dildo off of him so I can see his feminized face."

I held my head up and looked into her eyes for the longest time. She looked back at me warmly. Finally she said, "I'm afraid that he likes looking like a woman a little too much. I think it will be far more humiliating for him to be kept dressed in women's things, but without the privilege of makeup or a wig." I knew that she was right. I had found the makeup quite a thrill. Perhaps she would make me up again someday if I pleased her.

"Thank your Mistress for allowing you to service her, Nancy. Remember what you were taught," Ms. Panington said with just a hint of scolding.

"Thank you, Mistress Kelli, for allowing me to serve you. And thank you for allowing me an orgasm. And thank you for sending me to the Institute," I said, and I meant it.

"You're welcome, honey. I can't wait to get you home."