7 comments/ 34587 views/ 6 favorites Seven Lessons Ch. 01 By: Vertex (1) - Acceptance Bryan was king of the road warriors. Speeding around the country in his sleek, powerful Mercedes selling whatever his latest job demanded. He was damn good at it too, always raked in huge amounts of commission until some faggotty client bitched about a one-sided deal he had put together and then it was off to another company. Talking of bitches, stupid women were always getting in his way and slowing him down. He wished they would just stay off the road as it really wasn't the proper place for them. He'd cut up a least a dozen of the sluts today who were too slow to get out of his way. A few fags in little economy cars had been pushed aside too. Despite all of this, today was a good day. He'd just closed a big deal and a four figure bonus was heading his way, time to pull off the road and celebrate with a big steak meal as important men like him often did. Luckily there was a Hooters nearby so he could eat the way a man was supposed to eat - fatty foods and slutty women with big tits wearing little in the way of clothing. Yes, life was good! Little did he know, he was about to learn some hard lessons. One of the people he had cut up was the type you really didn't want to mess with. As he left the restaurant without leaving a tip (the bitches were already being paid why should he add to it?), he noticed a note stuck to the front of his car. In perfect script writing he read:- Bryan, your driving and attitude are really not good enough! I was one of the people who you cut up in your obscene car. Normally I would let this go, but I had a look inside your mind and found that you really are an unpleasant man. For your benefit, I've decided to teach you some lessons. It is up to you whether they are learned the easy or the hard way. As it is Halloween at the end of the week, I'm going to give you a task to perform every day up until then. I know you're going to laugh this off, but be warned, if you do not perform the tasks of your own free will, I'll make you perform them and they'll be much harder lessons. Lesson 1 - Acceptance Your first task is to get in touch with your feminine side. You are required to buy some pantyhose within the hour and to wear them for the rest of the day. Good luck and remember, noncompliance means punishment! "For goodness sake" he thought, "there are some real lunatics around, especially this time of year," screwed up the note and tossed it into the nearest bin. He looked at his watch. Four pm, time to drive home, drink a beer and watch some porno. As he was nearing his home, he looked at his head-up display on his expensive car and noticed that the time was exactly 5 o'clock. "So much for the gypsy warning," he chuckled to himself smug in the knowledge that some crazy old bitch was sad enough to waste their time writing a stupid threatening letter. He was puzzled, however, about the fact that he had just driven straight past his house even though he had meant to turn into the driveway. Now things were getting very weird. Having pulled up in a shopping center, he walked toward a beauty salon even though he was straining with every effort to go back to his car. Opening the door and facing the pretty receptionist he found himself saying "I'd like to book myself in for a full body waxing immediately please." The girl gave him the once over, smiled, checked the appointment list and said, "We have one slot available, please take a seat whilst I get your beautician for you". Although he wanted to get up and run away, he sat down placed his knees together and folded his hands in his lap appearing to be waiting patiently. Shortly, the receptionist looked at him and said, "Helga is on her way to collect you". "Helga?" he thought, "sounds kind of Swedish, this might not be so bad after all, especially if she was one of those lithe, statuesque Scandinavian types." His daydreaming was brought to a close by a stern figure in a full length white coat. "I am Helga and I am here to depilate you," she announced with a firm German accent. Examining her, Bryan decided he was in trouble. She was a full figured woman, wearing very comfortable flat white shoes, short plaited hair and an air of extreme confidence. He decided that if this was World War 2, she would be wearing an SS uniform and working in a medical camp! She ordered in her pantomime broken English, "You vill follow me now." That was it, he thought, he had to leave now and get out of here before she could inflict any pain upon him but instead, found himself following like an obedient puppy. The treatment room was dominated by a large waist height, padded table on the side of which was a pot containing some sort of warm liquid. Wax, he thought. "You vant wax yes?" Helga inquired and added, "You must strip and lie on bed." To his absolute horror, he found himself removing his clothes until naked and luckily, lying face down on the bed. "Most men lay upwards first, get the vurst ofer vith," she stated her accent getting stronger and an evil glint forming in her eye. "Are you sure you vant to do zis, men as hairy as you normally shave first?" Although he tried to say no, he answered, "Yes please maam, remove all my nasty hair as quick as you can." He felt the warm gooey liquid being applied to the back of his legs and being spread all over them, which was a sensuous and definitely not an unpleasant feeling. Even the application of a strip of fabric to the wax didn't feel that bad. After several strips had been applied, he felt a firm hand pressing down on his leg and the first one being ripped off. The pain was terrible as hairs were yanked from his legs and he let out a loud scream, thinking surely she would stop now. To his amazement he heard himself shout "Rip another one off; pull them out by the roots." The torture continued until his entire rear aspect was denuded. Each strip followed by his involuntary pleading for it to continue. As soon as it was finished, he flipped over onto his now smooth back, exposing his front. The pattern continued with wax being applied and strips tearing the hairs out, screams filling the room followed by a plea for it to continue until the only remaining body hair was on his balls. "You vish me to shave ze balls?" Helga asked her eyes gleaming giving away the fact that she wanted nothing of the sort and that nothing would please her more than using the wax to painfully pull the hairs away from his sac. "No, I'd like those nasty hairs ripped out," he heard his voice say. As Helga worked the wax into his balls slowly and sensually, perhaps spending more time than was decent, he realised that he was getting an erection and as the strip was applied he was beginning to get aroused. Abruptly he felt the head of his penis being slapped, his erection wilting and then the gates of hell opening as all of his public hair was torn from his balls in one powerful stroke. Tears flowed down his cheeks from his eyes as he heard the evil bitch say, "You are done now, you are very pretty," with a snigger. After thanking Helga (even though he wanted to tell her to fuck off back to lesbo-land and die), he quickly got dressed and ran out of the salon as quick as his smooth legs would carry him. He needed to get home and have a stiff drink right now. He climbed into his car, his safe place, started the engine and headed back towards his house. Except his house wasn't in this direction, this was the rough part of town and he was pulling up in front of a sex shop! Garish neon lights on the front of the store declared it to be "The honey pot" which "specialises in all your kinky needs!" It looked like this ordeal wasn't over yet. As he entered the seedy shop, his eyes adjusted to the light and noticed the young girl at the cash register. He guessed she was about 21, covered in tattoos, which were easy to see as her goth-punk clothes (tartan miniskirt, fishnet holdups, stomper boots, fishnet gloves and lacy boob tube) left little to the imagination. This was finished off by dark gothic type makeup on a pale foundation layer, short spiky punk hair and multiple piercings including a nose ring, tongue stud, belly button and he imagined the slight indentations in her top were from nipple rings. He really didn't want to talk to a weirdo like that. But as with the rest of the evening, found himself doing it anyway. "Excuse me miss, can you help me?" he stuttered. Without looking up from the magazine she was reading and still chewing her gum, she said sounding quite bored, "Video booths are in the back, left for straight action, middle for gay and right for transsexual. I have coins for the slots if you need them." Maybe Bryan could get out of this by just asking for some coins, "I'd like to buy a crotchless bodystocking please." Wait, no, he didn't want that at all. "What size is the lady?" still too bored to look up. He answered, "Actually it's for me and I'd love to try it on." He couldn't think of any time that he had been more embarrassed in his entire life! She looked up at him, her piecing blue eyes framed by the dark black eyeliner and squinted, focusing her eyes upon him, a hardness appearing in them, "Is this some kind of windup, are you shittin me?" she growled. "No, I'm quite serious and I'll even throw in a fifty if you help me," he replied. She picked up the phone and started to dial. Fuck, he thought, "It's bound to be the police; I'm going to be arrested." "Hey Mike, this is Rhonda I've got a guy down here who is paying for some extra service, watch him on the CCTV for me will you?" Then she looked at Bryan, held out her hand and said, "Ok you fuckin weirdo, give me the fifty and we'll do this thing. Lucky for you I'm behind on my rent." After handing over the money from his wallet, he watched her lock the door, pull down the blinds and make her way over to the lingerie section. "Over here sissy boy," she chided him. Reaching down to a lower shelf, she grabbed a packet and added, "You should be an XXL I reckon." "What the hell is going on, I'm buying lingerie for myself here?" he thought, "I really don't want to be doing this," and promptly started to take off his clothes. Smirking at him she mocked, "You really are a sub sissy fag aren't you?" When he was completely naked, he was very aware of the cold air on his skin, his face flushed from blushing and desperate to cover himself up but unable to. She handed him the underwear which she had removed from the pack making no attempt to hide the fact that she was checking out his hairless body, barely able to suppress her giggling. As he fumbled with the clothing she said, "Roll the legs and arms up first, step through the neck, pull it up as far as it will go so your dick is through the hole and put your arms in." As if thing couldn't get any worse, as he pulled the cool nylon up his legs the sensation of it caressing his smooth skin started to have an effect and his penis started to grow. This made it harder to get the material on as it stimulated his engorged member and by time he'd squeezed into the bodystocking and released his penis through the crotch-hole, he had a fully fledged hardon. This was too much for the assistant and as she walked over to the cash register she started to visibly shake with laughter. "That's 30 for the stocking and the fifty you owe me." Great, all he had to do now was pay and get the hell out of here. To his dismay, the ordeal wasn't over yet, "Do you have any chastity devices?" he heard himself ask. "That's it, I'm booking in to see a shrink first thing in the morning," he thought. By this time Rhonda had finished with being shocked and shouted over to him "Sure, we got the cb3000 which runs to 120 and is quite popular with our dom and sub types" and tossed him a pack. "I'd like to put it on right now, can you help me?" he enquired. "Well the first thing you're going to need to do is get rid of that!" she replied pointing at his erection. "What, here?" he asked, dreading the answer. She handed him some coins and a box of tissues, "Go use one of the booths and make sure you clean up." Even though he wanted to run in the opposite direction, he stood in front of the 3 booths and chose the one on the right. "Transsexual pleasures 10" was the film being shown which promised "hot tgirl on tranny action". As he placed his first coin in the slot, the screen flickered to life showing a man dressed as a maid on his knees in front of a woman of Amazonian proportions who possessed a dick that was at least 10 inches and really thick. The maid's hands were cuffed behind his back and he was leaning forward trying hard to get that monster in his mouth. The shemale had her cock in her grasp and was rubbing it over the maids face and then proceeded to slap it against the maid's face. Even though it looked to Bryan like the shemale was trying to club the maid with it, the maid was following it around pleading to be allowed to suck it! Bryan found himself wetting his hand with his spit and wrapping it around his smooth cock. As the maid had finally captured the knob in his mouth, Bryan began to furiously work the shaft. He felt familiar stirrings from his balls and knew he wouldn't last much longer. As the shemale grabbed the maid's head and started to force her dick into the maid's throat, Bryan felt the first spurt of cum erupt from his dick and spray the wall, followed by several more leaving a pool of his cum on the floor. Even though the idea repulsed him, he dutifully dropped to his knees and used the tissues to clean up his mess. Returning back to the store, he deposited the tissues in the bin and walked over to the assistant. Blushing now, eyes down thinking of what he had just done, once again heard himself say something he didn't want to. "Can you help me fit the device now?" Rhonda rolled her eyes, grabbed the chastity device and dropped to her knees. In normal circumstances, having a young woman on her knees in front of his dick would have been a big turn-on, but dressed in a crotchless body stocking with all his body hair removed having just wanked himself off in a porno theatre and about to have a chastity device fitted he felt nothing but shame. She unlocked the device, guided his limp dick through it, closed the clamp, locked it in place, stood up and walked over to the cash register. He followed her meekly, stopping to put on his clothes and paid her for the stocking and gave her an extra 100 for her help. As he left the store, rushing towards the safety of his car he heard her call, "Come back if you need anything else sissy boy." As he approached his car, he noticed another note on his car. Poor, poor Bryan! You really should have headed my words. Had you done what you were instructed to do, you would have been at home right now taking off a pair of pantyhose that you had bought and worn today. Instead you are wearing a bodystocking, feeling ashamed and humiliated. Now you can drive home, wear the bodystocking to bed and wonder what the rest of the week is going to be like with you locked in the chastity device. Oh, by the way, did you forget to pick up the key? Of course you did! Don't worry though; you'll be released from it at the end of the week. Damn! He had to go back to the shop and get the key back, he couldn't possibly stay locked up all week. Predictably though, he found himself get into the car, drive home, take part in his normal bedtime routine before sliding between the sheets whilst still wearing the stocking. As he drifted off to sleep he thought what a weird day he had experienced and wondered what was in store for him tomorrow. Seven Lessons Ch. 02 Previously... Bryan is an arrogant biggot. This Halloween season, someone has decided to teach him a series of 7 lessons. Yesterday the lesson was acceptance, but as he chose not to accept the lesson, he ended up with no body hair, wearing a bodystocking and being fitted with a chastity device. Will he learn his remaining lessons? That night he had many erotic images flood into his dreams, lingerie, fetishwear and sex, lots of sex. Hardcore action of all persuasions had filled his sleeping thoughts with him in both the receiving and giving roles. And then there were the bells, the bells were tolling for him. Actually, as the fog cleared, the bells became more insistent and he realised that the noise was being caused by the doorbell. He jumped out of bed, put on his robe and slippers and answered the door. The UPS man smiled at him, "package for you sir," with rather too much emphasis on the sir. He signed for the package, closed the door and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. The image staring back at him explained the courier's reaction in an instant. He was still wearing the bodystocking and chastity device, but the house robe he had put on was fairly sheer black nylon with pink laced edging, which effectively made it see-thru and added to this he was wearing matching fluffy mule slippers! As he wondered where they had come from, he was starting to doubt whether yesterday had been a one off. He started to open the package and to his dismay, on the top of it was another perfectly hand written note. Good morning Bryan, hope you slept well last night! Lesson 2 - Humility In the box you will find a classic french maids outfit. Your task for today is quite simple. Wear the outfit for the whole day whilst tidying your apartment. Housekeeping has taken the day off today, so make sure that everything is cleaned to the same standard as you expect the hired help to achieve. As with last time, you have one hour comply with this task or you will have to face the consequences. There was no way he was going to tidy his apartment, especially as he had paid an agency to provide him with cheap migrant workers to do so! In fact, he was going to stop this madness right now. He took off all of the clothes he was wearing, bundled them into a bag and got dressed in his work attire. He took the box delivered this morning along with the bundle of clothes and threw them into the boot of his shocking pink smart car. He paused for thought, he was sure he actually owned a much bigger, manly car than that. Having decided to pay one of his sales contacts a visit to see if he could upgrade them, he set off thinking about how to get his dick out of the damn device it was locked in. When he had become stimulated and his dick had started to grow, the device had prevented it and left his mind full of sexual imagery but his equipment unable to function and this was driving him to complete frustration. Worse still, the more frustrated he got, the more he thought about sex, which was a vicious and near unbreakable circle of torment. After paying a visit to his sales call, he was going to find doctors surgery nearby so he could get the thing taken off by someone who would not know him or anyone he was acquainted with. Then he was going to drive somewhere private and burn it and the damn clothing! A quick glance at his watch confirmed that it was now past the deadline to comply and nothing weird had occurred. This was great news, he could concentrate on business and not worry about the stupid "curse" that had alledgedly been put upon him. In fact, he was convinced that he must have been drugged yesterday to have done those thing. He turned off the highway onto the gravel driveway of a country house; he came to the conclusion that he had been a bit hasty with his celebration. After retrieving his box from the back of the car he found attached another envelope. This one addressed to a "Mistress Rose". He walked up to a large oak door and used the old style pull bell. Moments later a maid of sorts appeared at the door, but his was no ordinary maid. For a start the uniform was very short and made from shiny satin with several white lacy underskirts. The ruffled skirt did not cover the wearers six suspender straps which were attached to vintage style seamed stockings. To complete the uniform were stiletto heels and black elbow length satin fingerless gloves with white lace wrist decoration. Although the maid's makeup was flawlessly applied and demure, there was no mistaking that the wearer was a man! The maid held out a hand and introduced herself, "I go by the name of Girlyboy with which you should address me at all times," and added, "we have been expecting your visit today, so if you would like to go into the changing room opposite and put your uniform on, I'll pass the letter onto the Mistress and come back to find you, ok?" As with the previous day, despite wanting to leave and run away, he found himself in the changing room unpacking his maid's uniform against his will. The uniform was identical to Girlyboy's in every way apart from the black bob-style wig. Although he had never worn these clothes or anything close to them before he found himself adorning them with ease. The final items to go on, apart from the shoes were the vintage silky stockings. As he rolled them up his legs they felt incredible and if he wasn't wearing the cage he would surely be sporting a hardon right now. Instead he was moaning in frustration and precum was dribbling out of the head of his cock into his tight black lycra panties. Finally he slipped his feet into the shoes and stood up, feeling his calves stretching, buttocks being thrust out and his weight moving forward and the lacy underskirts caressing his thighs. The door to the changing room opened and the other maid entered. Clasping her hands together and giving a delighted squeal she said, "You look fabulous darling, mistress will be pleased, after we've put some makeup on you of course." She proceeded to apply a very pale foundation layer to contrast with the colour of the wig, eyeliner, dusky eyeshadow and cherry red lipgloss. When she had declared herself satisfied with Bryans "new super-sexy look", she checked the time and said, "Mistress will see you in the study now, hurry along as she doesn't like to be kept waiting." Bryan knocked on the door to the study and waited patiently until a stern voice called "Enter". He walked into the study aware that he could walk in heels easily despite having never attempted it before. The room was dominated by a mahogany desk at which sat a stern looking woman who appeared to be in her mid forties. She was reading the letter he had handed to the (other) maid. Her makeup was tastefully done, dark hair slicked back into a tight laced ponytail and a wearing a very professional looking black business suit. Bryan stopped at her desk and felt the need to stand up straight, keep quiet and fix his stare into the distance behind Mistress Rose. Looking up she said, "I have here a letter from a good friend of mine that says that you are somewhat disobedient and that you need to learn the lesson of humility, is this correct Brianna?". Of course it wasn't correct and his name was Bryan, not Brianna he thought. He was going to put her right on that point! He opened his mouth and said "Yes, Mistress". "Not again," he thought and came to the realisation that his afternoon definitely was not going to go as planned (again). Mistress stood up and circled Brianna and inspected his appearance and uniform. She lifted his skirts, checked his makeup and that his seams were straight. She announced, "Well, it appears that despite your inexperience at this you have managed to present yourself rather well, although I suspect that you may have had help from my Girlyboy with the makeup. Now, in the box on the side of my desk are some cleaning materials. I have an errand to run and whilst I'm doing this you can clean my study. If you do a good job, there will be a reward for you. If not, you will be severely punished. Do you understand Brianna?" Bryan meekly answered "Yes mistress" and stood still until she had left the room. Brianna toiled for hours, polishing, shining and cleaning every nook and cranny of the study until his knees and back ached. One small mercy was that the focus had moved away from his frustrated thobbing penis and the now very moist underwear. Once he had finished his tasks, he stood bolt upright next to the desk, eyes towards the door and waited for the Mistress to return. Whilst waiting he ran the last couple of hours through his mind and could not remember at any time that he had been forced to perform these tasks. After having watched the clock on the wall count agonisingly through another 45 minutes the soles of his feet and calves killing him, the door was opened and in she walked. Brianna's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her outfit. Consisting of a black latex, fully enclosed catsuit apart from the crotch and ass which was open, a latex hood with eye, nose, ponytail and mouth holes, a red leather studded collar and red thigh-length side-zipped stiletto heeled pvc boots. On her wrists she wore red leather wrist-cuffs with built in rings, her boots also had rings fixed to them at ankle level and most amazingly, both of her prominent pussy lips had four smaller rings in each spread over their entire length. When she stopped in the middle of the room he dropped to his knees, crawled over to her and kissed the foot of each boot and stayed in that position. "Very good my little pet, I may have use for you yet! Now stay there whilst I check the room" she ordered. As she walked around the room, checking various items for cleanliness her heels echoing off of the floor. Her voice interrupted his thoughts, "You've noticed my outfit, not very domme is it?" After a pause of 5 or so seconds, she asked, "Well?". He lowered is eyes and said, "No Mistress, sorry Mistress." "Well, I'm holding a fetish Halloween ball this Sunday and I'm going to be going as a submissive, does this shock you?" she asked. Thinking about his answer for a couple of seconds he replied, "A little, Maam". She informed him that, "In order to be an effective dominant, I need to experience the submissive from time to time. I find it best if I give up control once in a while. In fact I've been dominant for so long that I really need to have my limits tested to extreme levels! I'm so excited, I can hardly wait." He noticed that her heels were now directly in front of him and that she was facing away. He looked up and saw that the Mistress was leant forward, her butt cheeks sticking out prominently above his head. He heard the door open and the sound of a second set of heels moving across the room. Mistress spoke, "Ah, Girlyboy, would you care to inform our guest as to what he should do when a Mistress presents her bottom to him?". The reply came quickly, "Yes, Mistress Rose. A sissy should feel honoured to place her face between the queen's wonderous globes with his nose above her gloriously scented hole and revel in the smells and feel of the goddesses behind." Brianna immediately moved into the position described and tried to lick her asshole, much to the Mistresses disgust! She wheeled around and instantly slapped him hard on the face, "You do not use your sissy tongue on me unless instructed to do so, is that clear?" His cheek was stinging and although he wanted to stand up and hit her back, he realised that his ordeal would probably only get worse if he did so. To placate her, he apologized, "Forgive my ignornance please Mistress." "Since it is you first indiscretion and you have done a magnificent job on the cleaning, I will let you off with a spanking, 5 strokes I think," and after sitting on the edge of a chair and patting her lap, added, "and since I'm feeling generous, you may have your treat after your punishment." Spanking! There was no way he was going to let a woman spank him he thought. He stood up, walked over to her, led over her lap and pulled up his ruffled maids skirt to reveal his soft bottom. Almost immediately the first blow landed on his right cheek with a resoundingly loud smack. He jumped a little and yelped with the pain that had just been inflicted upon him. "Girlyboy, unless my pet wishes to endure many more blows, what should she be doing right now?" she questioned. He had forgotten that the other maid was watching this punishment unfold. "The pet should count each one and thank the Mistress after each Maam," came the reply. "In that case, we'll start the count from the next one," the Mistress informed him and planted another firm slap on the other ass cheek. "Ow, I mean ONE, thank you Mistress." Both of his cheeks were burning now and he was worried that the next blow was bound to land somewhere that already hurt. When it came, to his surprise it was on the same cheek as the first one, but slightly higher so there was no overlap. "Ouch, TWO, thank you Maam". Now he had his teeth gritted and beads of perspiration were forming on his face. He was amazed at the strength she possessed and he squirmed as he waited for the next one. As the blow connected, parallel to the last one, Mistress Rose ordered "Keep still bitch." "Thank you, THREE, Mistress," came his acknowledgement. Number 4 was a wide palmed blow across the whole area that had been spanked up to now, but despite the searing pain he was able to follow the required instructions. He guessed the last blow would be something special and tried to prepare his mind for it. When it came, it knocked the wind out of him instantly, landing on the back of this thighs and slightly catching his balls. The pain erupted and he called out, "Ow, shit, fuck" and quickly added, "Five, thank you Mistress". "For a first time, that was just about good enough," she praised him, "now stay still whilst my Girlyboy applies a healing salve for you." He could feel his face redden to the same colour as his ass probably was, knowing that shortly another man, a sissy at that, would be touching his bare bottom. A bottom that had just been spanked by a woman! Tears started to run down his face, but he did not move from his current position. He felt the cold cream land on each cheek and a smooth pair of hands start to work it into his tender skin and as it was massaged into his ass it felt kind of good. He relaxed and his cock started to harden, only to be restricted by the chastity device. As the maid's skilled fingers did their magic he let out an involuntary moan and when she brushed them over his most private of holes, he gasped audibly and shivered with pleasure. Lost in the moment, he was happy for this to continue but was denied by the Mistresses voice, "Stop now Girly, the little slut is enjoying it too much!" The next order came soon, which was to stand up and follow Mistress to the "treatment room". She led him down a long wide marble corridor to the end room. The door had a plaque on it that confirmed this was indeed the treatment room. As Mistress Rose stepped inside, she flicked the light on to reveal its' contents. There was a padded leather massage table with a couple of attachments that were obviously designed to hold legs. Mistress climbed on the table and placed her legs on the attachments which left her led down, legs spread and her buttocks only just resting on the edge of the padded table. Brianna quickly realised that this left space for someone to kneel between the legs of the person on the table to provide perfect access to their neither regions. Next to the table, was a sink and drainer upon which stood a bowl of warm water, a towel and shaving kit. "Brianna, please kneel between my legs and prepare to shave my pussy," she instructed and explained, "when I'm in my submissive role at the weekend I will require a completely smooth and bald cunt. By the way, that is the correct term, when I'm a sub it will be referred to in the vulgar form". He gathered the equipment together where it could easily be reached and proceeded to lather up the shaving brush. When there was sufficient lather, he began to apply it around the Mistresses beautiful pussy ready for shaving. Remembering the firm spanking he had received at Mistress Rose's hands, he worried what might happen if he messed this up or cut her. Taking the razor, he carefully shaved a straight line through the foam and rinsed it off in the bowl of warm water. As he got into the swing of things, he treated the area framed by her open catsuit in the same way as his face when he wet shaved, using long and short strokes, cleaning the razor and frequently applying new shaving foam until she had a completely smooth pussy. He had been concentrating so hard that only now, when he was very relieved not to have cut her did he notice that she had been reacting to the strokes of the razor and that she was now dripping wet under her pussy. "Is the area around my mound nice and smooth?" she demanded to know. Brianna replied, "Yes Mistress, I think so." "Then you had better find out for sure, your tongue is a most sensitive muscle, lick all around the shaved area to be sure that it is smooth," she instructed. He ran his tongue over the areas to the left, right of and above her outer lips, finding it nice and soft and hair free, then applied his wet tongue to the outside of those lips taking in the taste of her freshly produced nectar and wishing that his cock could be free to get hard. He was brought out of this train of though by the command, "Stop now girl, your tongue has confirmed my baldness and I have to give you your treat." She reached out and pressed an intercom switch on the wall and demanded, "Bring the face strapon and fix it to my new maid." A few minutes later, the door opened and the maid whom the Mistress had referred to as GirlyBoy arrived with a tray containing what looked like a very realistic double ended strapon dildo, although one of the penis shaped ends was much shorter than the other one. Mistress Rose told her maid, "Put it on Brianna and then leave the room." The maid curtseyed and replied "Yes Mistress Rose". Then Brianna felt the straps being lifted over his head and the smaller penis end offered to his lips. He did not dare hesitate to open his mouth as his buttocks were still warm as a reminder to him of what happened when Mistress was displeased. After the straps had been tightened around his head he appreciated that he was wearing the smaller penis gag in his mouth, whilst the other end was effectively a strapon dildo. "Your treat is to bring Mistress to orgasm using the face harness you are wearing., she instructed adding, "one feature you are probably not aware of is that the dildo you will be using on me is equipped with a powerful vibrator that is at the perfect height to stimulate my clitoris. This is operated by the dildo in your mouth which detects how hard you are sucking. The harder you suck, the more stimulation I get." He thought it over for a second and decided that the best way to end this humiliation was to fully comply, so he nosed forward and began to run the tip of the dildo up and down her pussy lips, parting them as he did so. After a while, he knew exactly where her pussy parted and where her clit was, so he placed the tip of the penis dildo against her clit and sucked hard on the one in his mouth. He felt the vibration in his mouth and heard the approving moan of his Mistress. Then he slid the dildo down her folds, parted her lips and started to push forward slowly with his head penetrating deep in to her pussy. Once he had the dong balls-deep in her pussy he wrapped his lips around his end and worked the shaft so that the clit-stim did it's magic. Seven Lessons Ch. 02 Encouraged by her writhing and the guttural noises she was making along with the amount of pussy juice the pink dildo was glistening with, he started to move his head in a fucking motion and clamped his lips hard over the penis in his mouth. Each time her pussy mashed against her face, she would cry out a little louder than last time and utter some sort of profanity in order to praise him. When she was near her point of no return, she grabbed the harness by the straps and forcibly pulled him against the pelvis and shouted "slave, suck that cock hard, I'm going to cum." No sooner had he complied, she was bucking and screaming and squirting pussy juice all over the place. When her orgasm had susbsided, she withdrew the dildo from herself and slowly stood up, catching her breath and balance. She informed him that she was off to shower and that after he had cleaned this room he was to meet her in the study. Removing the gag he noticed that his lipstick had left a ring around the base, so he started cleaning that first. Once that was done he made sure the room was devoid of any signs of the activity that had just taken place, put the harness upon the silver tray and carried it back to the study. He knocked on the door and when invited to enter, he saw that the Mistress had changed back into her business suit, was smoking a long white cigarette and was reading the letter he had delivered to her. She looked up and told him to place the tray on the table and stand in front of her. Mistress looked him in the eye and said, "This letter informs me that you have been set a series of lessons to learn over the coming week and that you have been reluctant to perform them so far. It also gives me the full breakdown of the remaining lessons. I have been asked to offer you a place in my house as a maid for the rest of the week and provide you with every assistance you require to learn these lessons in a safe, controlled manner." She also warned him, "The person that is setting these tasks for you is very powerful and has made you a generous offer and I recommend that you take the sensible option and agree to it. Should you do so, you will be expected to comply of your own free will, much like you have for the latter part of this afternoon." He thought about the afternoon, of the tasks and humiliation that had occurred and couldn't remember at any point attempting to resist them. He thought back to the beauty salon and the sex shop and the change forced upon him regarding his car. He was also very aware of the soaking wet panties he was wearing from his over excited by overly soft dick in the chastity device. He came to the conclusion that he needed to accept his lessons to the best of his abilities in order to escape this curse and if he did it in this house of his own free will he could avoid being arrested in the process and after building up the courage whispered, "I would like to take you up on your kind offer Mistress Rose." Rose looked down at a contract that was on her desk and read it to him. "I, Brianna do declare that I will become the house maid of Mistress Rose up until midnight 31st October this year. In return for my service and obedience the Mistress will provide me with assistance in learning 5 more valuable lessons. I will follow all of the instructions provided to me without question and accept any punishment if I fail to do so," and pushed the contract and a pen towards him. He knelt before the desk, picked up the pen, drew a deep breath and signed the contract. Mistress buzzed the intercom and instructed her Girlyboy to attend the study immediately. As the maid entered the room, Mistress looked up and informed her that "Brianna here has made a very wise decision to stay with us for a few days. Take her to one of the staff quarters and get her settled in." After the required curtsey, Brianna followed the maid up a floor and along a corridor into a sparse room and saw that laid out on one chair was an identical maids uniform to the one she was wearing except that it was in shocking pink. On top of this was a baby doll nightie. Girlyboy clapped her hand together excitedly and finally spoke in a soft immitation of a female voice, "I'm so happy you're staying with us. You need to take off your uniform and place it in the washing basket. After that, have a shower and shave all of your bits. Then put on your nightie and go to sleep. Mistress will send someone to collect you tomorrow morning so that she may inform you of your duties." He had so many questions to ask, but was so tired that all he wanted to do was sleep, so after following the instructions and donning the nightie, he slipped between the satin sheets marveling at their soft caress on his shaven skin, placed his head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep wondering what humiliating tasks and lessons would be provided for him over the next few days.