ENGAGED AND COMMITTED
CHAPTER FOUR

After Leasa returned Michael to his padded cell, she adjusted his
straitjacket to average tightness and kissed him gently on the lips. "You
cried for me. I told you that you would. For that you'll get a little
reward, I promise. But right now, I've got to go and be ready when Monica
arrives", she said as she inserted a squeeze bottle straw in his mouth and
helped him gulp several mouthfuls of a sweet sticky liquid before laying
him down gently. She told him that the liquid would help him rest and
recover from his "therapy" as she exited the padded cell. Michael was still
in a stupor nowhere near recovered from the rigors endured during the last
several hours in the hydro suite. He was too exhausted and his body ached
too much from his struggles and the cold induced muscle cramps to think and
he just drifted off to sleep.

Michael awoke from his deep slumber to the dim lights of the padded cell,
his body still sore from the abuse he had suffered. But for the
straitjacket holding him firmly, he would have sworn he'd just awoken from
a dream, or maybe a nightmare. He slowly sat up in the middle of the foam
lined room and ran the events of the recent days through his mind. Was he
who he thought he was. Did he really know the nurse responsible for his
treatment, or was his romance just the deluded fantasy of an truly mentally
ill patient.

Suddenly the lights snapped on and an unfamiliar female voice firmly
addressed him. "You'll need to turn away from the door and sit or kneel for
me", the voice commanded. Michael pivoted around and heard the door open
behind him. He heard the foam floor squish as the unseen figure approached,
then he felt hands tightening all his restraint straps and then the voice
directed him, "Alright, now lie face down for me. Michael complied and felt
the padded ankle restraint cuff hobbles being placed on his ankles. "O.K.,
now you can get up", directed the voice, and he felt strong hands helping
him to his knees and then slowly to his feet. The nurse held him firmly by
the strap connecting the sleeves at the rear of his straitjacket and walked
him to the door of the seclusion room. As he stepped from the soft foam
floor matting to the cold tile hallway a second pair of hands firmly
gripped his left arm. Michael looked to see it was the young nurse Susan,
who spoke a soft, "Hello, Michael". The other nurse transferred her grip to
his right arm and as they slowly walked down the hallway. Michael could
observe the new nurse was a rather tall and strikingly voluptuous brunette
beauty with a curly permed hairdo spilling down to her shoulders. She
appeared to be in her early 30's and was dressed in a navy blue uniform,
which showed her outstanding figure very nicely. As they continued down the
hall Susan introduced the new nurse, "Michael this is Nurse Monica."
Michael remained silent. "I think he's kind of shy," continued Susan with a
giggle to Monica. Monica merely replied, "He must have great insurance to
get a private room here on a holiday weekend, instead of Ward 10 at
Barnsley Hall hospital." "In here," she directed Michael as they came to a
small room with a heavy steel door. In the small windowless concrete 8 x 10
room Michael could see that the only furnishings were a single unit
stainless steel sink/toilet combination in one corner and in the center of
the room a narrow bed with a heavy steel frame and legs bolted securely
into the floor. The cot was covered with a crisp white bottom sheet, and on
the bed were two pair of brown leather restraint cuffs attached to heavy
cotten web straps encircling the bed. Another heavy webbing strap encircled
the middle of the bed, anchoring a foam padded restraint belt about four
inches wide, which had overlapping velcro closures. "Face down on the bed",
directed Nurse Monica in a businesslike tone. Michael leaned over and
placed his face and chest on the thin foam mattress as Susan helped lift
his hobbled legs on to the bed. Monica fitted the foam padded restraint
belt tightly around his abdomen sealing the velcro closures together. Then
Monica released all the strap buckles on his straitjacket and Susan
switched his ankles from the leather hobbles into the brown leather cuffs
attached to the bed. As the two nurses retreated to the door, Susan
explained to him, "After you work your arms out of the jacket, you can
release yourself from the belt and undo your ankles. Then I want you to
hand the straitjacket to me through the slot in the door here. After that
we will hand you a tray and you can feed yourself breakfast." It took
Michael several minutes to work his sore stiff arms free from the jacket
sleeves, and then he was able to reach behind his back and with
considerable effort pull apart the velcro closures on the restraint belt.
He then rose to his knees and released his ankle cuffs. Once free of the
restraints, he stretched for several long minutes. It was the first time in
days that he had been free from some form of restraint.

Monica's voice interrupted him, "Michael, we're waiting. Place the jacket
through the door please." Michael rolled up the straitjacket and handed it
through the slot in the door. A few seconds later a small plastic tray was
placed in the slot. Michael took the tray and set it on the bed while he
continued to stretch. "We'll check back on you in a while. Now don't let
your breakfast get cold", called Monica through the slot.

After finishing another long stretch, Michael seated himself on the low bed
and picked up the tray. It contained a good sized bowl of a thin whitish
oatmeal like substance, a plastic spoon and a small squeeze bottle of clear
liquid. Michael tasted the goo in the dish. Cold and tasteless. "Don't let
it get cold. Sure bitch. This I can do without", he thought. He found the
bottle contained more of the sicky sweet liquid that Leasa had given him
the evening before. He was thirsty and proceeded to consume a little more
than half of the liquid which just made him thirstier, and then went to the
sink to get some water. The push button on the sink refused to emit any
water.

A half hour later Michael was still pacing the room when Susan came to the
door. "Michael, did you finish your breakfast," she asked through the door
slot. Michael silently retrieved the tray from the end of the bed and
placed it in the slot. "No appetite," came Susan's voice. "Well, I'll leave
it here for awhile. You might be hungrier later." "Its cold, and what I
really need is some water. The sink isn't working either.", replied
Michael. "We'll get some water for you in a little bit. I'm sorry about the
food. We have to serve everything at room temperature and use a thin
texture to prevent any possibility of the patient choking. But, I'll tell
Nurse Leasa about your complaints", she added with a little smile that
Michael felt was disturbingly knowing.

A few hours later Michael heard footsteps outside the door. But even with
his ear to the door he could barely make out the conversation going on
outside. "When was he placed in the observation room? (Leasa). "At nine
o'clock this morning. Monica just said we should transfer him to the
observation room and get him out of the jacket before she left. We brought
him a breakfast tray, but he hasn't eaten yet." (Susan). O.K., well, let's
get him fastened down before you leave, and I'll discuss it with him."
(Leasa).

The panel covering the slot on the door opened, and Michael heard Susan,
"Michael, we need to you to cooperate with us a little now for everyone's
safety. I want you to lie down on your bed and put your ankles in the
cuffs. O.K., now lie back and wrap the belt snug around your middle. That's
good, now just place your right wrist in the cuff and close it, and fold
your left arm under the middle of your back."

Now they had him tying himself up, Michael thought, "I must be crazy," as
he worked the brown leather cuffs tightly closed around his ankles and then
firmly sealed the padded restraint belt around his stomach. Finally with
some difficulty he locked the restraint cuff around his right wrist and
slid his left arm under the small of his back. As he laid there he heard
the heavy click of the lock and the door opened.

Susan cautiously approached, checked the adjustment of his right wrist
cuff, circled the head of the cot, and took his left wrist in her soft
hands and secured it in the remaining restraint cuff.

"Very good Michael. As long as you continue to co-operate, we'll only have
you wear these for security when we need to come in to check on you.",
Susan explained. She then took his blood pressure and temperature, while
Leasa remained lounging in the doorway. When she finished Leasa asked, "Oh
could you bring me a bottle of water before you go?" Susan returned quickly
with a squeeze bottle of water and handed it to Leasa. "Thanks," Leasa said
appreciatively. "Sure you don't need me anymore?", asked Susan. "Yes, we'll
get along famously, I'm sure.", replied Leasa. "O.K., well Monica will be
back around 3:00 o'clock.

Leasa remained for a few minutes and then left the room. A minute later she
returned and sat on the edge of the cot. "Just wanted to make sure that we
were all alone.", Leasa explained. Leasa was dressed plainly today in a
knee length white skirt, a white blouse and white lab coat, which she
removed and laid at the foot of the bed. Her pretty blonde hair was pulled
up in a tight bun.

"Now, Patient, I want to talk to you a little.", Leasa continued. "I hope
you enjoyed your brief vacation from your straitjacket. And I trust you
haven't been doing anything naughty without permission, now have you?", she
asked tapping his now erect penis. "No, Nurse Leasa.", Michael replied.
"Good. Now I understand that you have some complaints and wouldn't eat your
breakfast." "Yeah, uh, Yes, Nurse Leasa", Michael said. "That gruel she
brought was cold. The stuff in the bottle just made me thirsty and I
couldn't get any water from the sink."

"Well, you need to eat if you're going to keep up your strength Michael",
Leasa stated flatly. "I thought that we had made some real progress after
your hydrotherapy session. But I guess we'll have to keep working on it
won't we." She then left the room for a few minutes and returned with a
rolling tray, the top of which was above Michaels's line of vision. She
retrieved the breakfast tray from the shelf and placed it on the cart,
saying, "Sure you don't want to try some more?" "Yes, Nurse Leasa.", came
the reply.

With that the nurse took two rectangular foam blocks from the tray and a
long two inch wide nylon strap from the cart and strapped Michael's
forehead tightly against the thin foam covered cot, with the two foam
blocks alongside his head to limit any sideways movement. She then picked
up his bowl and offered him a spoonful of the disgusting cold goo. Michael
refused to open his mouth until she held his nose and forced him to take
it. Michael knew better than to spit it out and glumly swallowed. "I'm
going to insist that you take your nourishment Michael, but I can see this
won't work." Then with a smug grin, she went to the cart and returned with
a fat rubber plug gag which she forced into his mouth and secured with a
strap. The gag was similar to the one used with the hydrosuit, except it
had a small hole through its middle. Leasa inserted a short length of
rubber tubing through the hole forcing it back over Michael's tongue until
he began to gag, pulled it back slightly and then left it there. Michael
watched as the nurse returned to the cart and mixed a little water in with
the oatmeal in the bowl and then loaded the contents into the largest
syringe he'd ever seen. Slightly bigger than a large turkey baster.

Leasa smiled at him, "This will make it much faster." She then inserted the
syringe tip in the rubber tubing and began to force the glop through the
gag filling the back of his throat. Michael had no choice but to begin
swallowing the cold nasty stuff down. He choked a few times, but the nurse
continued the flow of goo down his throat. Finally as Michael felt his
stomach begin to feel uncomfortably swollen she finished administering his
breakfast. She then reloaded the syringe with the remaining half of the
sweet liquid drink and forced it down him as well. Leasa then took the
syringe to the sink and used most of the bottle of water to rinse it before
placing water in the syringe. When she returned to his bedside, Michael
could see only a few CCs of water remained in the syringe. "Sorry this is
all the water I could spare you right now she said as she squirted small
stream of water down his throat. Just enough to really heighten Michael's
thirst.

The nurse put away the feeding equipment, except the gag which she left in
place and then unfastened the restraint belt around Michael's middle. She
pulled down his pants, revealing his protruding penis and then gently toyed
with his nipples for several minutes and gave his aching cock a few
hesitating strokes, smiling as the his aching prick and balls became fully
swollen and purple. She looked him in the face and gently said, "You have a
tremendous amount of congestion down there. I'll bet its uncomfortable."
She then removed her panties, raised her skirt and removing his gag,
straddled his face with her wet sex. Michael tongued her pussy slowly,
teasingly at first, thinking that he might be able to encourage her to move
down to his poor deprived prick for relief. She held securely to the strap
tightly confining his head and continued to grind her cunt against
Michael's mouth. "Faster, faster, Michael," she moaned, as she pulled open
her blouse and began to tweak her own stiff nipples through her lacy white
bra. "Oh GOD, SUCK IT, SUCK MY CLIT! DAMN YOU, MAKE ME COME!", she yelled
at him as he continued his slow probing of her sopping wet pussy. After she
had freed her breasts from her bra, she realized what Michael was trying to
do. She lifted off of his face and turned around facing his legs and sat
firmly on his face forcing her anus into Michael's mouth. She grabbed his
swollen balls and twisted them sternly, "NOW, get down to business", she
ordered.

Michael quickly thrust his tongue into her ass, eager to please and get
relief from the ball twist she had on him. As he continued to dart his
tongue in and around her sphincter, she released her grasp on him and began
to furiously finger her clit. A few minutes after her tremendous climax she
arose from the bed and rearranged her clothes.

She replaced Michael's gag and his heart sank when she pulled on her
panties.

"Michael, your behavior has just earned you another session in the
hydrosuite. A long one.", she said sternly. "But that can wait. We need to
relieve the congestion you have worked up down here," lightly flicking his
ever present erection. Michael sighed in relief that she would finally let
him come. She then picked up an external male catheter sleeve of heavy
latex rubber shaped like a condom, except the tip continued into an small
diameter inch long open tube. She squirted some white gel inside the
catheter and worked it around coating the interior before sliding the latex
sleeve over Michael's engorged member. "It takes a few minutes for the
anesthetic to work", she smiled. "I said I'd relieve the pressure down
here, not that you'd get to enjoy it."

While Michael's prick began to grow numb she lubricated his ass with a
greasy gel on her fingers and then inserted a fat silver colored probe into
his rectum. Michael groaned loudly and struggled against the restraints
arching his back. The nurse silently forced his body down and tightly
secured the padded restraint belt around his middle. Straining his head
against its restraint, he could see her attaching wires to the thing
between his legs, and renewed his futile struggles, but the restraints held
him firmly. She connected the wires to a small black box and began to dial
its controls. Michael could feel a slow biting electrical shock creep up
his rectum to his prostate. Leasa put down the control box and inserted the
end of the large syringe in the catheter tube. She squeezed his cock and
although Michael could feel the pressure of her hand, he couldn't feel any
other sensation, but realized that his cock was growing limp. The nurse
continued to turn the dial on the black box and the sting of the current
turned into a vibration deep inside his pelvis. Then suddenly he felt his
scrotum began to contract and watched as Leasa slowly pulled back the
plunger and began to draw milky white semen from his cock. She continued to
milk him dry, and although his pelvic muscles continued to spasmodically
contract as he bucked in the restraints, the only sensation he was able to
feel was a aching throb in his groin.

Michael felt tired and his pelvic muscles were still twitching when she
finished, removing the syringe tip from the catheter tip to examine its
contents. "Hmm, almost 30 cc's", she commented, and then to Michael's
horror, she inserted the syringe into his gag and injected his still warm
cum into his unwilling mouth. Michael felt humiliated as the salty bitter
tasting semen filled the back of his throat, but finally swallowed it.
"Don't worry Michael, you'll get used to the taste after awhile," Leasa
said with a giggle.

She then removed the electric dildo probe and catheter sleeve and cleaned
him up. Leasa rearranged his pants and removed his gag, but left him in the
restraints holding him firmly to the cot as she left the room and closed
the heavy door with a thud.

Michael lay there feeling sapped of energy, his cock now limp and drained.
He knew that struggling against the restraints was useless--escape was
hopeless. She had once again used him for her selfish pleasure and then
stolen his manhood, leaving him to ponder his helpless humiliated
condition. Michael pondered Leasa's threat about another session in the
hydrosuit over and over in his mind and eventually dozed off.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep or when the blind fold had been
placed over his eyes when he felt the warm lotion being spread over his
limp penis. Then the soft hand began working up and down the length of his
shaft bringing it fully erect. Michael felt his sexual energy restored and
was lightly straining against his restraints when the stroking stopped, he
felt his pants once again pulled up and to his dismay he heard footsteps
retreating down the hallway.

Several minutes later he heard footsteps again approaching and could feel
the presence of someone in the room with him. Finally the blindfold was
removed and Michael looked up to discover Nurse Monica standing over him.

If Monica saw the look of surprise on Michael's face he wasn't able to
detect it, as she calmly folded the blindfold into her front pocket. Her
look was totally indifferent as she silently sat on the edge of the cot and
took Michael's blood pressure and listened to his heart. She looked at the
bulge in his pants of his still erect penis and calmly said, "And what have
we here?", as she pulled back his pants and Michael's penis sprang fully
erect to greet her. She gently grasped his organ and squeezed gently,
saying, "You poor thing. All excited and you can't do anything about it,
can you?" Michael closed his eyes and remained silent, as he felt warm
blood fill his face in embarrassment. "Would you like Nursie to do
something about this?", she teasingly asked, squeezing again. Michael with
his eyes still closed shamelessly nodded affirmative. Michael forced his
eyes open as he felt Monica tightly wrap the blood pressure cuff around his
stiff cock several times to see a evil smile appear on her face. "This
usually gets rid of the problem. You know its too bad you're a nut case,
you're really cute enough to get my interest, but we have to be
professional, you know", she stated as she slowly pumped the bulb. Tighter
and tighter the cuff on his dick grew painfully forcing the blood from his
erection, as Monica continued to squeeze the bulb. Finally, Michael's
erection sagged as a dull pain filled his testicles. She left the cuff on
fully inflated for about five minutes while Michael drew his breath in
short deep gasps. Finally she released the pressure valve on the bulb
causing Michael to grunt and twist in the restraints as waves of pain
racked his groin. With the pressure released, Monica was able to easily
slid the cuff from his limp penis. "Now, I hope I don't find you like that
again", she said sternly as she flicked his the tip of his aching member
with her fingertip. "I can see Nurse Leasa knew what she was doing when she
kept you in restraint for the afternoon", she told him as she rearranged
his pants and strode from the room.

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CHAPTER THREE

Some while later, Leasa returned to her waiting patient, carrying what
appeared to be a large one piece shiny black rubber wet suit, similar to
what scuba divers wear, except this rubber suit seemed abnormally large and
bulky as she laid it across a nearby tank and approached Michael. "I'm glad
you aren't to quick to give in Michael. I wanted the chance to show you
more of what our hydrotherapy department has to offer", she said as she
released his legs from the restraint cuffs, and then worked a black
stretchy spandex thong brief up his legs. She tucked his now semi-rigid
penis back between his legs and the close fitting thong strap effectively
held it tightly in position, preventing his
erection. She then worked a well lubricated anal plug into his rectum and
positioned the rear strap of the thong over its flared base to hold it
deeply
inside. Michael groaned deeply as the rubber plug slid past his sphincter.
She then released his arms and stood back holding a stun gun and pointed to
the rubber wet suit, "You'll need to slip into it from the rear, legs first
and then arms. Then I'll help get you zipped."

Michael picked up the rubber suit and surveyed it as he slipped into one
leg and then the other. The suit had attached feet and its unusual
bulkiness was from the inch or so of foam rubber type material which lined
the quarter inch thick shiny slick neoprene outer wetsuit material. The
inside of the foam padded suit was lined with a plush spandex fabric, and
the foam compressed fairly easily as he slipped into it, but gripped his
body firmly allowing no air spaces or gaps next to the skin. The rubber
suit was also strangely appointed with a number of chrome and plastic hose
fittings strategically placed about the arms, legs, back, abdomen, the
chest over the nipple areas, and a fitting over the crotch and lower butt
area of the suit. He also noticed that flat inch wide stainless metal loops
were regularly positioned every several inches or so along the sides of the
suit and at the toes of the feet. The arms of the suit ended in closed
mittens like the sleeves of a straitjacket and had similar hardware at the
ends. As Michael pulled the suit up past his waist he noticed divider like
padding in the seat of the suit force its way to fill the crack between his
buttocks firmly making contact with the anal plug pressing in his rectum.
He breathed deeply from the sensation as he slipped his arms into the suit
and worked his hands to the end of the sleeves, at which he found a glove
like divider to separate and hold each finger. Hanging forward from the
neck of the suit, Michael observed an attached full hood, split down the
back behind the hose fitting at the top, from which the zipper extended to
the small of his back, and which had a small opening at the mouth/nose
area. Another metal loop was attached to the suit above the forehead area.
He realized that he would be totally enclosed when the rubber suit was
zipped, but resigned himself not to give Leasa the satisfaction that any
protest would bring.

Leasa zipped up the suit to just below his neck and helped him stiffly move
to the support frame table and lay on his back. She then drew his arms out
to the corners of the framed and threaded straps through the sleeve end
loops and secured him tightly. She threaded similar straps through the feet
hardware and tightly secured his legs forcing his feet into an exaggerated
en pointe position. She then worked her way around the frame securing the
suit to it with short straps through the loops on the suit. Once secured
tightly, she released the canvas cover and removed it from the frame
allowing Michael to hang above
the tank in the confines of the bizarre rubber suit. The tension on the
suit's connection points and the ends of his hands and feet pulled the suit
ever tighter about him to the point of restricting his breathing. Michael
tested the confinement of this unusual restraint system to find that he
literally could not move a muscle, except his exposed head. She then
attached several black hoses to the various outlets on the suit. Leasa next
wheeled a cart containing a complex array of monitors, gauges, switches and
valves up next to the tank, and then climbed into the waist deep water of
the tank beside him. He could see her nipples stiffen from the cool water
in the tank, to poke through her spandex suit, as she re-checked all the
hoses and suit attachments. Finally the nurse turned to him eagerly
observing his hampered respirations and eyeing him for his reaction, "Well,
looks as if we're about ready, how do you feel now." Michael shot back,
"This things almost as tight as the jeans a certain bitchy nurse I know
wears."

Leasa's face momentarily flushed with surprised anger at the unexpected
remark, but she then coolly continued, "O.K., patient, you just don't know
when to quit do you!" She forcefully pushed a large rubber plug gag between
his clenched lips and secured its attached strap behind his head, and then
sealed a soft sticky rubber nosepiece with a tube slightly protruding into
each nostril over his nose. An air tube was inserted through the hole in
the front of the hood and attached to the nosepiece. Soft silicone ear
plugs were sealed into each ear and a thick oval foam pad sticky with glob
of petroleum jelly like substance was pressed into each eye sealing off his
vision. She then pulled the suit's hood up over his face, and pressed it
tightly over his features while pulling the zipper all the way closed,
tightly confining his head. Extra oval pads of soft foam attached to the
inside of the hood pressed into Michael's ears. In the hooded suit, Michael
was cut off from all external stimuli as he breathed in and out cautiously
through his nose.

Leasa attached the last hose fitting to the top of the hood and secured a
strap through the metal loop tab, then pulled Michael's head taut in the
frame and secured the many hoses into clips along the support frame
checking for kinks. Finally, she knelt in the water immersing herself to
the neck to cool the sweat that had formed on her body, leaned back to
evaluate her handiwork, and considered what was to come. She noticed her
own breathing was rapid and her heartbeat was racing. She wondered. Could
she really go through what she had planned. She had never been so severe
with any patient, much less than the man she loved. She knew that he had
well tolerated, no, he had been enjoying everything as much as she until
this point, despite the pain and discomfort she had placed him in. She
pondered the mind game that had developed during their interplay. Finally
she decided, she'd promised him she would have him crying and begging, and
if a short session in the hydrosuit was what it took, then so be it. She
re-checked the monitor array and listened to Michael's soft rhythmic
breathing through the nasal breathing tube setup. She waded around the
outstretched figure and to the hoist control and lowered the support frame
submerging it and the rubber encased subject a foot or so below the surface
of the water. Ignoring the mild splashing caused as he struggled against
the suit and connecting straps, guiding it until the pivot lugs at the ends
of the frame locked into sockets on the walls of the tank. A few minutes
later, she turned on the microphone connected to waterproof earphones in
the hood of the suit and rotated him face down in the tank as she began to
speak to him.

Michael had been lying there stretched from every point in the suit, unable
to move, or even blink, regretting his bratty remarks to Leasa, and waiting
and wondering--what happens next. The insulating quality of the foam lined
rubber suit had quickly warmed him to the point of sweating as he waited
and breathed. Waiting and breathing, the breathing somewhat constricted by
the pressing suit, was all he was capable of. Then he felt himself, he
thought, being lowered and finally dip beneath the surface. A panic, fear
of drowning, swept over him as he struggled mightily in the rubber
restraint suit, resulting in only a small splashing in the tank. Finally he
remembered to breath and concentrated solely on that task as the water
crushed the suit even more firmly against his body. A sudden wave vertigo
struck him and he heard faint static in his ears as he was lazily rotated
over face down in the tank. Then to his surprise, he heard the Leasa's
strangely muffled voice in his ears.

"Michael, this is Leasa. If you're O.K., I want you hold your breath for a
count of ten so I can tell." Michael gulped in air as deeply as possible
and held his breath and counted to ten. "Alright Michael, listen
carefully", she continued in a flat clinical method, "I'm going to explain
your treatment to you. The hydrosuit you're in is the state of the art form
of seclusion therapy and as you will see provides for the ultimate sensory
deprivation experience.
Studies have shown that even a brief immersion can have a noticeable
calming effect on a disturbed patient. Additionally, the various options
available with the hydrosuit allow it to be utilized for behavior
modification therapy, which obviously what you're in need of. During your
stay you have been instructed on appropriate responses, which you
apparently are unable to come to on your own.
The hydrosuit can provide effective discipline therapy will assist in
overcoming your resistance to the desired behaviors. There is a lot of
psycho-theory to all this, that I won't bore you with, but let's just say
that certain stimuli can be provided to distract you from your obvious male
sexual aggression. Now,
I'm going to explain the mechanics of your therapy. The water in the tank
is a constant 70 degree Fahrenheit, which by itself is the comfortable
ambient temp when your wearing the suit. Now as you were able to observe,
the suit is fitted with a number of water hose connectors, through which I
can control a flow of water in and out of the suit. The controls allow me
to adjust water flow rate, pressure, and temperature. The water through the
valves can also be switched to a vibrating pulse, and negative pressure or
suction can be provided. The temperature of water through the suit can be
adjusted anywhere from 33 degrees to 110 degrees Fahrenheit. I'll just show
you a little now." Michael then felt the suit growing uncomfortably rigid
and hot and felt a gentle pulsing sensation on his genitals. Several
seconds later, the water vibrator stopped and he felt a sensation of being
squeezed tightly all over as the suit vacuum contracted around him. Then he
once again felt the suit turn rigid and suddenly felt the chill of icy cold
water instantly surround his body. Michael began to suck in all the air
that he could as the cold gripped him and struggled desperately to escape
the frigid rubber bodysuit enclosing him. On his next inhalation, he sensed
enormous effort to obtain the needed oxygen. He continued to fight for his
breath and grew frightened that the breathing apparatus was failing. Then
slowly he felt his breathing ease and felt the suit grow pleasantly warm
again.

Michael listened to Leasa's next words, "I forgot to tell you, I can also
control the respiratory volume allowed, which allows us to prevent
hyperventilation. I can control everything manually from my console or just
set the unit on an automatic random sequence. I selected the optional
rectal core temperature sending unit for you, so the computer can monitor
your body temp as the therapy proceeds. The demonstration we just went
through went from 86 to 48 degrees and the volume, pressure, suction and
pulse were at 40 percent. This system is FDA approved, so its safe. While
you may (giggle) experience some discomfort (giggle), nothing bad will
happen to you. Remember to try and not panic or struggle, it will only make
things worse." Leasa paused for a time and then slowly continued, "Michael,
once I start your treatment cycle, you won't be able to communicate with
me. I'm going to tell you something. I tried this one time, and I became
extremely claustrophobic, and could barely stand to be immersed--so I will
understand if this is too much for you. I think you probably have the idea
now, so if you think you're ready to demonstrate appropriate behavior
without going any further, just keep breathing normally for the next ten
seconds. Otherwise hold your breath for a ten count to let me know when
you're ready to begin--but, remember, this will be the last time I talk to
you until we're done."

Leasa listened to Michael's deep rhythmic breathing for several seconds and
satisfied that she had made her point, prepared to press the hoist control
when suddenly his breathing stopped. She was at first scared something had
happened, but then counted to herself, one, two, ..., ten. Then Michael
took a deep breath and continued to breath normally. Leasa carefully spoke
through the microphone, "O.K. Michael, have it your own way. I'll see you
in about an hour." She climbed out of the tank, turned off the microphone
and dried herself.

Then she switched the console's controls to sequence randomly, dialed the
panel's various controls for temperature, rate and pressure up to maximum
variance, set the timer to three hours and touched the start control.

Leasa draped a large fluffy towel over a poolside type lounge chair and
positioned herself to watch Michael and the instrument array. She thought
to herself that she wouldn't be able to stand to watch Michael endure the
hydrosuit torture she had started for very long and promised herself, "I'll
wait just until he's struggling real good and to the breaking point and
turn it off." The nurse understood the truly intimidating nature of this
discipline method, without herself even ever having endured a full session
in the tank. She had regularly demonstrated and experimented on herself and
with other nurses with every device in the hospital, except the hydrosuit.
She had thought little enough of the hospital's recent purchase of the
equipment when she viewed the training videos showing an unresisting
"patient" apparently calmed by a brief submersion in the suit. But she
clearly remembered the taste of the unnatural, but absolute panic that
gripped her even more tightly than the rubber restraint suit had.

She recalled in vivid detail her training experience as "patient" in the
company demo room. She had had a feeling of great ambivalence when the
pretty blonde sale rep, Lynn, had insisted she completely strip before
enusiastically fitting her into the suit. But when Lynn had tucked the hood
over her face and head and slowly worked the zipper closed, then... She
closed her eyes and felt her body shiver as she recalled the overwhelming
claustrophobia and feeling of total isolation she had experienced. Her
frantic muffled pleas through the rubber breathing aid that had filled her
mouth went unheard, but her hyperventilation had signaled the sales rep to
remove her from the tank before she could be completely immersed. Since the
hydrosuit equipment had arrived at the hospital, Leasa had still not worked
up the nerve to allow herself to put back in the suit for the on-site staff
training that Lynn continued to try and schedule with her. The rubber
sheathed figure entwined in the tank was the first subject she had
personally put through this treatment. She felt somewhat justified as she
rationalized that Michael's session would be for her personal training as
well as some fun.

She watched him for several minutes, spread taut in the rubber suit below
the surface of the gently rippling water and listened as the pumps on the
machine commenced to hum and whine. She observed in amazement as his rubber
bound body suddenly tensed and convulsed as the temp gauge dipped to 40
degrees and listened carefully as the patient strained to suck in more
oxygen. The respiration meter ticked up to 55 percent flow resistance. The
patient began thrashing in the padded rubber suit and panting through the
nasal tube like a race horse as Leasa watched transfixed by the scene. Then
slowly the rubber suited figure relented to the taut straps confining it,
only twitching now and again as the cold continued to subdue it. Leasa
checked the temp gauge at 36 degrees and the respiration resistance backed
off to 35 percent. A minute or so later, Leasa checked the timer as the
temp gauge returned to the ambient 70 degrees and its breathing leveled
out. Twenty-five minutes so far. She turned on the white noise generator to
the ear phones to medium and settled back to watch a little longer.

Michael floated in a womb like state for what seemed eternity after he
heard the ear phones crackle off. He had no way of telling time. Had it
been 10 minutes or half an hour? Suddenly he felt the hint of cold water
and the suit went rigid. The numbing cold water soaked through his flesh
body as he tugged frantically with his arms and legs. His air was getting
faint. He couldn't endure this. He tried to scream at the top of his lungs,
however, the rubber gag filling his mouth and the tight hood allowed no
sound to escape. He was wasting precious time and effort, when he
desperately needed oxygen, yet he tried to scream again and again, but even
the slightest movement of his jaw was denied. Michael's mind turned to a
white haze as the temperature of the freezing water creeped down even
further.

His last sensation was the realization that his body had involuntarily
stopped the futile struggles of the last few minutes and he gave up the
fight to breath, and his brain grew dim.

Then light slowly returned to Michael's brain and he realized his lungs
were filling with air. He was still alive and still breathing. He felt his
muscles pulling themselves apart from the cold induced muscle cramps as the
water slowly warmed about him. He had to move and stretch his limbs to get
some relief, but couldn't move even an eyelid or fingertip in oppressive
rubber suit.
Then to his annoyance a very loud, inescapable static filled his ears,
surrounding him and continued unceasingly. The hydrosuit control program
continued blindly on. Michael felt the warm pulsing sensation grow stronger
at all points where the hose fittings entered the suit. Then the vibrations
became a strong steady humming pulse centered only over his nipples, cock
and blasting away at the anal plug in his ass. Michael grew steadily
aroused, thinking that perhaps the hydrosuit's stimulation might at least
cheat Leasa out of the denial she lorded over him, as he felt his cock
strain in the thong brief. But far to far from the edge of climax, the
respiration limiter once again kicked in suffocating him again. Then the
pulsing stopped and he felt the rubber suit compress tightly about him
crushing him with incredible force, painfully flattening his staining cock
and balls between his legs and guiding the anal intruder inward ever
deeper. Finally the suit finally released its titanic grasp and he was
floating in space again. Michael's mind cleared somewhat and he anticipated
his imminent release from the suit. Surely he had been in this abomination
for more than the hour that Leasa had promised. Above the helpless rubber
bound figure, the time on the hydrosuit control monitor slowly clicked to
35 minutes.

Leasa watched in continued titillation as the hydrosuit commenced its next
cycle upon its hapless victim, and the several cycles after that. The
internal computer always varied the time, order and severity of the suit's
therapy options, so the subject had no way of anticipating what was next.
Leasa felt her stiff nipples in her stretchy spandex suit and slowly began
rolling them around between her thumbs and fingers and dropped her hand to
her sopping wet pussy as she watched the figure in the tank go through its
varied struggles, convulsed twitching and shudders. She found the slim
vibrator in the gym bag beside her lounge and worked the buzzing wand over
her spandex covered nipples and swollen clit. She carefully timed her own
orgasms with the reactions of the tortured figure undulating beneath the
water. Waves of pleasure hit her as her breathing rose to match the
strained tempo of the rubber suited form in the water, as she watched its
convulsions in fascination and writhed in her own happy pleasures.

Upstairs in the first level nurses station a mysterious figure sat in the
dark illuminated only by the soft glow of the video monitor, watching the
activity in the hydro suite with curiosity. The silent watcher let out a
low whistle as her attention was drawn from the rubber suited patients
gyrations to those of the pretty blonde nurse masturbating in erotic
abandon. When the action finally stopped, the mystery watcher quickly
re-fitted some connections behind the monitor array and silently slipped
away down the darkened corridor to the exit.

Leasa lay in an orgasmic daze momentarily oblivious to the fact that the
timer was buzzing and the pumps had stopped. Leasa suddenly snapped out of
her trance and thought of the rubber suited figure floating motionless in
tank as her patient for the first time in hours. Michael was back, she
thought, feeling guilty and ashamed at enjoying her sadistic pleasure. It
was no longer the artificial rubber form whose unrelenting torments had so
stimulated her the last few hours. She slowly pondered her behavior,
wondering if Michael would forgive her and if she wasn't somehow seriously
warped, but yet she felt more alive and energetic now than ever previously
in her life.

Michael was still breathing slowly and regularly through the breathing
tube. She turned off the white noise and adjusted the water to 78 degrees
and set the volume and all connector nozzles to pulse at 30 percent to give
Michael a gentle steady jacuzzi treatment to settle down. Michael totally
exhausted from his experiences drifted gently into sweet sleep state as the
warm water pulsed around him. About thirty minutes later Leasa worked the
hoist and lifted the frame holding the rubber suited figure from the tank
and locked it to the table frame. Water poured from the hose connections as
she rotated Michael's quiet form face up she detached all the hoses from
the suit and then restrung the canvas support canopy below him. Leasa
unfastened the strap holding Michael's hood head taut to the frame and
turned on the ear phone speakers. "Michael, this is Leasa, I'm going to
open your hood for a minute." Leasa unzipped the hood to the neck and
peeled it away from Michael's face. She removed the earplugs and eye pads,
but left the nasal breathing aid and gag plug in place. She softly
whispered with a wicked grin, "Michael, that went pretty quick, so I think
I'll let you have a second hour or so in the tank, O.K.?"

She began to pull the hood back up over his face when the tears began to
stream down Michael's face. His eyes pleaded with her over his gag and
nosepiece, which she removed to avoid choking him, as he continued his
soft, uncontrollable sobbing.

"O.K. Michael, its O.K., we won't do anymore right now." She gently kissed
his forehead and licked one of his tears from his cheek. "I think we've
accomplished what we came down her for now." Michael's body was limp as she
released all the suit's bindings and peeled it from his body, and then
slipped off the thong strap brief. Leasa helped him to a towel covered
table and dried him with a fluffy towel.

Looking at her watch, she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, shit! Monica will be
here any minute." She quickly slipped on her scrub uniform, pulled on
Michael's pants and loosely strapped him into the straitjacket and propped
him in the wheelchair. "Damn, I don't have time to clean up--I'll have to
come back later," she said locking the door behind her as she wheeled
Michael back and again secured him in the padded cell.

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CHAPTER TWO

Several hours later, Michael was in the far corner of the padded cell lying
on his back, knees bent to reduce the pressure of the intruder filling his
bottom. He had made a few efforts to walk about the cell, but the dizzying
effects of the anal plug and his restrained condition dictated otherwise.
Then an unfamiliar, but pleasant female voice came over an unseen speaker,
"Michael, this is Nurse Susan. Please move to the center of the room for me
and kneel facing away from the door."

Michael rolled and crawled across the spongy floor to the middle of the
padded cell and positioned himself as best he could on his knees, hunched
over with his head down and ass upright, the anal plug finding its way to
ever greater depths within his anus. The lights snapped on full bright and
the door opened. From the corner of his eye, Michael could see Leasa with
another nurse, who was a lovely brunette, with a very short boyish haircut,
in her early twenties, dressed in a knee length nurses uniform skirt.

She kicked off her two inch heels and entered the room followed by Leasa.
They approached Michael from behind allowing Susan to survey the situation,
and Susan placed a soothing hand on Michael's shoulder. "I'm sorry it was so
difficult to comply with my request. Didn't know your ankles were fixed
together?" Susan asked apologetically. Leasa explained, "He had a light
tranquilizer and the ambulance crew helped me get him in here in the
ambulatory restraint. But he still seemed a little restless, so I added the
ankle cuffs, since we're short on help." "Michael", Leasa continued, "this
is Nurse Susan. If you will cooperate, I think we can make you more
comfortable for the rest of the night." The two nurses helped Michael to his
feet, and walked him slowly across the foam floor to the hallway. Leasa
nodded to an open door at the end of the hallway, "I've got the room set up
for four point, Susan. Why don't you just walk him down instead of getting
a wheelchair." Susan nodded, and firmly gripping Michael's arm guided him
the thirty some steps to his room. Each short hobbled step for Michael was
an experience in pleasant agony, as the anal plug undulated deep in his
rectum with each weak step. Michael's breath was in short deep gasps as he
made it to the room and was seated on the hospital bed. Michael was laid out
on the bed and the nurses proceeded to remove his straitjacket and ankle
restraints and secure each limb to a corner of the bed in spread eagle fashion in
heavy padded leather cuffs. First his ankles were secured and then Susan
sat him up and loosened the straitjacket and separated the sleeves. The
nurses acting in unison each secured a sleeved arm in the cuff at the
respective corner of the bed. Then the jacket was worked up over Michael's
head and Leasa held one arm while Susan opened the cuff and swiftly removed
the sleeve and tightly re-fastened the cuff. Leasa went to the other side
of the bed and removed Michael's sleeved arm from the cuff, while Susan
completely removed the Straitjacket and turned to place it on a beside
table.

As Susan's eyes were turned away, Leasa quickly wrenched Michael's free arm
across his body and Leaned her whole body across his chest. Michael was
surprised and involuntarily arched his back in the bed. "Susan, Quick, I
need some help here!", Leasa shouted. Susan ran to the other side of the
bed and put her weight on Michael's torso as well, attempting to force
Michael's arm back outright. Michael realizing that struggling was to be
expected rolled about as best he could and pulled his wrist free from
Leasa's grasp. Allowing Susan to grab his wrist, Michael ceased resistance
as she leaned across him smothering his face with her ample breasts and
buckled his wrist into the restraint cuff. Michael recalled hearing Susan
call out, "Its O.K., I've got him now!", as he felt the sharp pain in his
abdomen which turned into the weight of an elephant and his whole body went
rigid.

Michael looked up groggily to see Leasa snapping a small rectangular grey
box to her jumpsuit pocket and hear Susan, "Oh!, I don't think we needed
the stunner. He was just a little panicky on the last arm." Leasa looked at

Michael with mock concern, "You're right Susan. I'm so sorry Michael, maybe
I overreacted--I thought you were going to try to fight us."

Susan had picked up a clipboard and spoke out loud as she was making notes,
"Let's see, out of seclusion and jacket restraint at 12:40 hours, and
patient transferred to four point restraints. Let's see--Patient resisted
application of bed restraints necessitating appropriate intervention with
stun prod." Susan then rolled a tray over which Michael could see contained
a number of needles, syringes and IV equipment. "Leasa, I'll go ahead and
start a drip, if you want to call and get a scrip for some meds." Leasa
looked at Michael, who eyes were wide at the sight of the needles. "We can
sedate you, and then we can remove these restraints. Will that be alright?"
Michael looked away and remained silent. "Look Susan, I don't want to
bother a doctor unless he gets uncontrollable or asks for the meds.
Otherwise, we can just let him leave the limb holders on." "O.K.,

Leasa," responded Susan, "I'll trade off with you checking on him." With
that the pretty young brunette draped a blanket over Michael and both
nurses left the room.

Michael lay there stretched out in the leather restraints wondering if he
could go to sleep with the dildo plug still in his ass and his whole body
stiff from the electrical shock he'd received. Time passed and Michael fell
asleep. He awoke to find Susan adjusting the cuff and strap at his ankles.
"Just checking to make sure your circulation is O.K., I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to wake you up. Are you alright?" "Yes, I think so," replied Michael,
"I just feel kind of foolish and a little confused." "Well," Susan said
kindly, sitting on the edge of the bed and slightly loosening the strap
adjustments of his arm cuff, "If you'd just tell Nurse Leasa you want the
meds, we could get you set up and untie you from these silly straps. It
would only be a little stick. No response from Michael?. O.K., have it your
own way," she said turning out the light and leaving him in darkness once
more.

Michael was barely asleep again when the lights came on again to reveal
Leasa standing at his bedside propping a small gym bag on his bed. "Well,
well, kind of chatty with the nurses, huh? Think she's going to feel sorry
for you and let you go?" She made her way around the bed tugging the cuffs
and straps to their tightest point, and then raised the head of the bed
stretching his body even more. "Susan's a softy sometimes--I think she may
have left you a little too comfortable," she laughed. His pants were pulled
down to reveal his growing cock. "I really am sorry about the stun prod
earlier, however, I told you would be punished." She pushed a rubber ball
gag into his mouth and tightly secured the velcro strap behind his head.
She then withdrew the stun gun device and snapped it menacingly a few times
in front of his eyes, the blue electricity arcing from its contacts like
tiny lightening. "Ready for some more fun?", she giggled. Michael struggled
in earnest against his restraints and his eyes pleaded with her above the
gag bulging in his mouth. She then placed a black foam padded blindfold
over his eyes totally cutting off all light and vision.
"Being unable to anticipate is sometimes a very stimulating part of
therapy--like fear of the unknown!", she taunted, popping the stun prod
again near his ear.
Michael's body quivered and shook as his restraints held him tight, and he
waited. But no shock was forthcoming. Instead he felt the lightest touch at
the base of his cock. Then at his nipples. Leasa continued to work her
fingernails slowly over his body pausing at his most sensitive spots. Then
he felt the butt plug being removed from his anus, only to be replaced by a
slim vibrator which began a slow humming, causing his hips to buck on the
bed as his frustration continued. Then foam ear plugs were inserted in his
ears cutting off all sound. All he could sense was the unrelenting buzzing
in his ass. Then after an unknown length of time he felt a cool rubber
gloved hand covered with lubricant begin to stroke his prick, slowly at
first, then quickening its pace.
As he approached climax, the stroking ceased. Then after an extended wait
the stimulation of his cock began anew. The cycle was repeated again and
again at different intervals.

Michael lost all track of time and was beginning to think his frustration
would render him actually insane if he didn't come soon.

Then as he was finally reaching the moment of release for the umpteenth
time the stroking stopped again. A few seconds later, he felt the biting
pain at his nipples and moaned deeply into his rubber gag as nipple clamps
were applied, and then the vibrator in his bottom was turned to full speed.
The gloved hand began stroking him again, faster and faster. The bed shook
and his restraint cuffs creaked as he arch his back and strained to the
edge of a tremendous climax, and then the hand stopped and gripped his
testicles and pulled hard. Michael was on fire with the pain at his nipples
and his stretched balls along with the buzzing in his rectum causing his
pelvis and cock to vibrate. She held him there in hot agony for several
minutes, but what seemed an hour to Michael, now moaning loudly into his
gag, before releasing the grip on his nuts and removing the vibrator. His
nipples were then suddenly released from the clamps sending a new wave of
pain through his tightly stretched body.
The bed was lowered and the tension on his restraints eased off a bit. He
was shaking, still breathing hard and glistening with sweat. The ball gag
was removed, but the ear plugs and blindfold were left in place.

Finally, hours later, the heat of his frustration and throbbing balls
surrendered to sleep. Sometime after that he was only half aware of someone
returning to remove the sensory deprivation equipment, and he slept again.

Michael's next recollection was that of jumping awake, snapping taut in the
restraint cuffs still holding him, as Leasa, standing at the foot of the
bed, scraped her long fingernails across the sole of his foot. She looked
fresh and well rested, dressed in a pretty pink scrub suit. She smiled at
her ability to produce his reaction, "Susan," she said to her young
associate entering the room, "He's awake now. I you want to attend to his
needs, I'm going to go and change for my morning workout real quick." Susan
quietly provided Michael with a bedpan and some water to drink, and then
loosened his restraints some more and massaged his wrists and ankles with a
damp sponge and then sponge bathed his face and upper body. "Funny that
Leasa had snugged back up like that, she's usually not much for using
restraints at all," she remarked.

Leasa returned later wearing what appeared to be a tight black long sleeve
leotard and warm up pants, with her hair pulled back in a pony tail and a
black spandex sweatband encircling her brow. Leasa said, "Lets give him a
change of scene and go back to the ambulatory restraint." Susan stood ready
with the straitjacket while Leasa undid the leather cuffs one at a time and
assisted
Michael's stiff arms back into the restraint contrivance. Michael sat still
while Susan secured the straps and his arms in the straitjacket and then
had him stand to adjust the crotch strap. Then the trio traveled back down
the hallway to the padded cell and Michael was once again placed inside.
"Don't see any need for the ankle cuffs right now," Leasa said. "Me
neither," responded Susan.
Michael walked around the cell working out the stiffness in his body and
enjoying the first relative freedom he'd had in over twenty hours. Susan
hadn't secured the straitjacket nearly as tight as Leasa had bound him the
evening before, and he could even move his arms a bit in the long sleeves.

An hour or so later, Leasa opened the door to his padded cell and stepped
inside. She had shed her warmup pants to reveal that her outfit was a one
piece long sleeved spandex unitard with stirrup feet. Michael unconsciously
retreated as she approached. "What's wrong little patient? You're not
scared of Nurse Leasa are you?" She grabbed him, pushed him back to fall on
the soft foam floor with a Wumpf! and straddled him. He could see her work
apart a split crotch on her bodysuit and as she sat across his face. "I
usually finish my workout with a few miles on the stationary bike, but you
look like something more invigorating to ride. Now, get to work!" Michael
complied and began licking and sucking her sex as best he could as her wet
pussy smothered his face. After two forceful orgasms, Leasa rolled off
Michael and lay beside him on the cool foam padding.

After catching her breath she grazed the tip of his stiff organ protruding
through the scrub pants below the bottom of the straitjacket. "You seem to
be suffering from considerable stress here. Would you like to have your
Nurse provide some relief?" Michael nodded yes. "I'm listening. Are you
ready to beg yet?", she queried. Michael in his hours left pondering his
situation had decided not to give Leasa the satisfaction of totally
humiliating himself before her and turned his face away in silence. With
obvious irritation, Leasa roughly rolled him over and sat astride him and
tugged the straps holding the jacket and sleeves as tight as possible, and
then tightened the crotch strap squeezing
Michael's tender genitals uncomfortably. "I'll have to talk to Nurse Susan
about keeping your restraints properly adjusted", she stated. "Since you're
apparently refusing the therapy I've offered, you can spend the rest of the
afternoon like this." Nurse Susan will checking on you. You might as well
get some rest. After she has gone, I'll have you to myself for the evening.
I think a session in the hydro suite may improve your attitude.", she said
ominously as she exited the padded cell.

Michael laid there tightly wrapped in the straitjacket wondering what
Leasa had in store for him in the "hydro suite", whatever the hell that
was.
The hours of the day dragged by, interrupted only twice by Susan who
entered the padded cell to check his straitjacket and offer him some water
from a squeeze bottle. Before she left the second time she pleaded with
him, "Michael, I really think its silly for you to spend your time hogtied
in this straitjacket.
If you will just agree to the meds, we can release you except the lightest
restraint. Nurse Leasa got a PRN order for full restraints for the weekend
since a doctor won't be available to check you till Monday, and we will
have to keep you tied up until you ask for a sedative." Still no response
from Michael.
"Well, I'm leaving and will be off until tomorrow and Leasa will be here
alone until Nurse Monica arrives at 10:00 o'clock, so that will be your
next chance if you change your mind." Then she quietly let herself out of
the padded room and secured the door. An hour or so later Leasa opened the
door and directed Michael to exit his padded cell. She was once again
dressed in her pink scrub suit, waiting with a wheel chair which she helped
him into. She wheeled him silently down the hall to the elevator, and then
inserting a key in the control panel started the elevator down to another
level. As the door opened, Michael saw a glassed in gym area on one side of
the hall, and two heavy steel doors on the other. Leasa unlocked the first
steel door and turned on the lights. Michael saw what could be a small
dressing room equipped with a toilet and shower, and thought what a relief
a long hot shower would be. In the center of the room was a long table
constructed of a long metal rectangular frame covered with canvas something
like a camping cot. She released him from the straitjacket had him strip
and lay back on the support frame. She proceeded to secure heavy leather
cuffs around each wrist and ankle and snugly attached these to the corners
of the frame. She then rolled the stretcher frame holding Michael through a
swinging door into a larger tile lined room containing a number of large
metal hydro tanks, like large rectangular bathtubs of stainless steel. The
stretcher frame was built to roll over the top of the tank and mechanical
hoist equipment allowed her to lower the canvas support frame with Michael
attached into the
tank where he rested a few inches into the pleasantly warm water.

Leasa then stripped off her scrub uniform to reveal a sexy black spandex
tank leotard styled swimsuit. Leasa proceeded to scrub Michael all over,
except his rock hard penis, with a soft sponge and a body shampoo liquid.
Once fully lathered and scrubbed, she raised the support frame a few inches
above the water and turned a powerful hand held shower spray on Michael.
The stinging shower was moderately cold water, not painful, but not very
comfortable either. She hosed him thoroughly and ended with a long blast of
even colder water on his poor prick causing it to finally shrivel from the
exposure. "Nothing like a cold shower to deal with the hornies!", she
grinned. "But of course you must not be very interested in sex judging from
your lack of interest earlier today", she added, as she left him lying
there to drip dry. "You not going to hear me beg yet if that's what you
mean", muttered Michael mustering all his defiance.
"We'll see", Leasa responded with cool indifference as she walked from the
room.

Synopsis: Michael always had fantasies in the dominance and submission with her nurse girl friend. She figured that out and committed him into the hospital she's working. Her nurse friends came to help and the situation was a little bit out of her hand.
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ENGAGED AND COMMITTED

CHAPTER ONE

Michael's thoughts this Bank Holiday weekend were of his fiancée, Leasa, as
he pulled into the drive of her house. He knew he was lucky. She was a 28
year old knockout -- tall, athletic, full figured with blue eyes and honey
blond hair falling just past her shoulders. Leasa was a very professional
senior staff nurse at the Windsor Institute, a highly regarded psychiatric
hospital and alcohol/drug treatment facility located in a remote area
outside of town. Leasa was always serious about her work and its
importance, although Michael generally understood the clientele to largely
consist of teenagers committed by their rich parents unable to deal with
them. Each year at this time the hospital closed for two weeks to allow for
staff vacations and training, and Michael and Leasa had planned for a three
day trip on this weekend to celebrate their recent engagement, but Leasa
had called that afternoon with a change in plans. She explained that a few
very high pay patients had made arrangements to stay over for some extra
days until their parents could pick them up to go straight to boarding
schools. Leasa said that she was being left in charge of the place for this
purpose with a few other staff members while all the doctors,
administrative staff and most of the nurses went to their seminars, etc.
She promised that she would just have to stay in town to be on call and
that they could still spend their celebration vacation at her house and she
would make it special. Michael acted disappointed as best he could, with
the secret satisfaction that the change in plans left just that much more
time for bedroom activities.

Michael let himself in Leasa's house to find it empty but with a message on
Leasa's machine to call her at the hospital. Leasa herself answered and
sheepishly said, "I've got to stand you up for the weekend because of
another development. One of my nurses went home sick with the flu and I
have to stay over this weekend." But she quickly added, "You could come out
and we can go to dinner when the night nurse arrives." Michael dutifully
agreed and departed on the 20 minute drive out to the hospital, all the way
inwardly groaning in frustration.

Shortly after dark he arrived at the long driveway to the Windsor
Institute and pulled into the parking lot. Michael had never visited Leasa
at work, but easily found his way into the dimly lit and unstaffed lobby
reception area. The multi-level hospital facility looked modern enough, but
the dark remote location of this "hospital" conjured strange thoughts in
his mind. Michael found a buzzer button near the only inside door in the
reception area. The door was a heavy steel barrier with a narrow vertical,
wire mesh glass panel down one side.

Leasa promptly appeared on the other side of the door and pressed a key
into the door which snapped open a heavy lock to admit him. Leasa embraced
Michael with a passionate kiss and hug and whispered apologies in his ear
for spoiling the weekend. Michael had always found Leasa, when dressed in
nursing uniform, strangely and profoundly provocative. He had plenty of
fantasies in the dominance and submission realm into which an authoritative
nurse played well.

Tonight was no different. Leasa was wearing a body hugging white
jumpsuit nurse uniform with white leather sneakers and had her hair back in
a high pony tail. Leasa then stated that it might be a while before they
could leave because the relief nurse was going to be late. She said, "It
might be pretty late for you to drive back to your apartment, so why don't
you just stay at my place?" She laughingly added, "I could let you stay
here, but you probably wouldn't enjoy the accommodations."

Michael quipped back "Well, I thought you had some soft rooms here."
Leasa responded with a laugh, "Well yes, but the patients staying over are
all female and we would have to lock out the different wards if a male
visitor stays overnight, and it would be like keeping you in jail." He
countered, "And you're the warden right?"

They both laughed and then Leasa offered a tour of the facility while they
waited. They proceeded down the main ward areas and Leasa showed him the
spartan patient rooms with just a hospital bed, small table and chair in
each.

Michael noticed the stout looking locks on the doors and sealed window and
noted to Leasa that her "jail" looked secure enough for teenagers. Leasa
explained,

"This is a considered a secure facility, and even the voluntary patients
can have a enforced three day detention period imposed if they try to
leave. When we go downstairs you'll see the environment is even more
strict." Leasa led him through a few more locked passage doors to an
elevator to the lower level. They stopped to check a video monitor at the
nurse's station, showing a scene of three teenage girls watching television
upstairs in their ward lounge area. "We have cameras set up throughout the
facility so we can monitor or record activity in each area or ward," Leasa
explained, flipping the controls to pan several rooms. "Don't look like
much of escape risks to me", Michael told Leasa. "No, just here for
baby-sitting", she agreed. "But we do get an occasional patient who is
difficult and that's the purpose of all the security here in the lower
level." Michael noticed that the floor was lined with heavier steel doors
with observation ports. She guided him to the end of the hallway and turned
a light control knob and opened a door to show him a padded cell.

Several inches of deep foam covered with a blue rubberized nylon material
covered all the walls, floor and inside of the door of the bare room which
measured about ten foot square. "We have two of these seclusion rooms for
violent or unpredictable patients, which allows us the maximum state
certification" she stated. "Hey a room that's a mattress", laughed Michael.

Leasa demonstrated the protective nature of the floor by plunging her foot
deep into the foam padding and said coyly, "Is this as soft as you
thought?" "I'll be glad to try one out if you come in with me", grinned
Michael. For a split second Michael thought he detected a strange quality
that he couldn't place in Leasa's expression, before she laughed, "I don't
think I could trust you to behave."

Leasa closed the door an flicked off the light and escorted Michael back to
the nurses station to view the monitors. The night nurse had still not
arrived, and Leasa suggested, "While we are waiting, why don't you let me
give you a little checkup, since you won't ever go to the doctor?" Michael
agreed, and Leasa led him to an exam room. The table looked like an
operating table with a number of straps hanging off the sides. Michael
removed his shirt and sat on the table at Leasa's direction. Leasa checked
his pulse and attached a blood pressure cuff to his arm and took a quick
reading. She turned him and laid him back on the padded table and
re-inflated the cuff. As she released the pressure on the bulb, she toyed
with his nipples, and said "Let's see what this does". Michael squirmed
slightly in enjoying the treatment, as Leasa playfully remarked, "H'mm,
your readings show undue stress, but don't worry, we can treat you for
that." She leaned down and gave him a long deep kiss, and then drew away
suddenly.

Michael saw and felt the black band of the restraint strap trailing from
Leasa's hand across his chest and arms, but was too shocked to say or do
anything. He heard the dull click of the buckle and whir as the strap was
pulled tight lashing his upper torso to the table. Leasa quickly fastened a
second restraining strap across his abdomen tightly pinning his forearms at
his sides.

Michael was stunned and a little panicked not knowing what to expect next.
Leasa silently whisked off his shoes and pants leaving him in only his tiny
black bikini underwear, under which his erection was beginning to bulge
noticeably. Leasa calmly proceeded to strap him down further lashing a
restraint strap across his thighs and at his ankles. Michael quickly
decided rather than protest, to relax and see what Leasa had in mind, as
she had never shown any previous interest in any kinky activity. Leasa
positioned a bright exam light glaring directly into Michael's eyes and
pulled up a stool near the head of the table.

Michael's breath quickened and he felt his face growing warm as Leasa
unceremoniously plopped a small stack of magazines on his chest. A quick
look at the top cover revealed that these were from Michael's secret stock
of bondage fantasy materials. Leasa forcefully began, "I found these a
couple of weeks ago when I was cleaning up that pigsty you call your
apartment. How come you never showed these to me?" she sternly demanded.
Michael's face was now beet red from embarrassment and he was speechless.
Leasa continued her questioning, "Is this what turns you on? Are you some
kind of sicko pervert?", she continued, her voice crescendoing ever louder,
"Do you want to tie me up and hurt me--is that what gets your puny little
cock hard?" Michael could not answer and laid there with his eyes closed in
shame. "Or, Leasa quietly mused, "maybe you'd like to be tied up and
tortured--is that it Michael?", her voice returning to a gently soothing
tone.

Michael, eyes still clenched shut, nodded affirmatively. "I thought as
much, and its going to be O.K.", she gently continued, reassuringly patting
Michael on the shoulder, "and you are going to receive the proper therapy
for this, I can assure you". Then laughing, she added, "However, it may not
be anything like these stupid little fantasies", as she scooped up the
magazines and put them away.

Michael opened his eyes and looked at Leasa. He saw her warm loving
expression as she leaned over and kissed him gently. Then he witnessed her
expression harden to cool clinical demeanor, as he asked nervously, "What
are you going to do with me?" She leaned over and picked up a clipboard
chart, began writing and said, "Well, you know my friend, Marsha Redmond,
the probate judge--she's such a dear to provide us with a supply of
pre-signed commitment orders for use on weekends.

All we have to do is fill in the blanks and certify a patient for
evaluation in emergency cases without having to bother her." She continued
writing as she spoke, "Certainly is convenient, to cut through the
paperwork, and allow us to promptly get down to business." She turned the
clipboard for him to see a very official commitment order with his name
typed in, and said,
"The report indicates that you have been acting in a bizarre and erratic
manner and have trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy. And since your
fiancee who swore out the commitment petition is a personal friend of the
judge's and a trained psychiatric nurse, I certainly have no reason not to
so certify you for detention and evaluation."

Michael's mind was trying to absorb all the shock of the last few minutes,
and he began, "Leasa, I don't know about..." "PATIENT!", she snapped loudly
cutting him off, "You are to address all staff here by their professional
position, either Dr., or Nurse, or Nurse Leasa and so on. And I do not want
to hear anything out of you until and unless I ask you a specific
question."

"Now listen carefully Patient," she continued, "you are legally committed
to my care as of right now, as far as anyone is concerned. I don't know if
you can fully grasp that, but we have a few options available right now.
First you can sign yourself in as a voluntary patient which will render the
judge's order and how it was obtained academic. If you do so, you will be
under my total control for the next 72 hours, and if you please me with
your performance and you are mutually satisfied with your experience, this
chart will disappear. If you resist or fail to comply with my requirements,
I will have you sedated and transported to the state hospital for the
remainder of your evaluation period, and we won't have any future
relationship."

"Now you may speak--what do you wish done?" "I'll sign", Michael responded
weakly. Leasa then released Michael's right hand from the restraints
briefly to obtain his signature, and put the file away.

"Patient, while you are here, you will have contact with the other nurses.
You are never to speak in their presence, unless I direct you to. You will
follow all directions to the letter, and play along with anything I do, or,
and I'm really serious Michael--I'll send you to the state hospital like a
genuine case, and that will be the end of our relationship. My job and
professional license cannot be endangered by any games we play, is that
clear?" Michael nodded affirmatively. Leasa tightened a padded strap across
Michael's forehead securing his head tightly to the padded table, then
locked a padded footboard firmly in place against the soles of Michael's
feet, and finally reached under the table to work an unseen lever. Suddenly
without warning, Michael was propelled forward on the tilt table snapping
to a stop in a near vertical position. A pair of surgical scissors quickly
snipped through his underwear allowing his swollen prick to reach full
erection. Leasa slowly massaged his erection and played with his nipples as
he hung helplessly in the restraint straps tightly holding his body to the
table. Michael was enjoying his treatment immensely, as Leasa continued her
ministrations. Suddenly her right hand twisted his balls hard as she bit
down on one and sharply pinched his other nipple between her long
fingernails. Michael yelped loudly in anguish as she held him in her
painful grip for a split second longer and then released him.

Leasa stood back and looked at him. She said, "Oh, did that hurt?
Remember--72 hours in my total control. I'll hear you cry before we're done
and you'll beg for my touch, any touch", she promised. "Now, we better get
you safely tucked away before Susan arrives." She tilted the table back a
few degrees and released Michael's restraints, and helped him step down
onto the cool linoleum. She handed him a pair of hospital scrub pants to
put on, and then tossed him what Michael immediately recognized as a canvas
straitjacket.

He held the straitjacket in front of him surveying the long sleeves and
numerous of straps, as Leasa ordered, "Alright, let's get in on, its not
that commplicated." Michael responded, "Leasa, I don't know if..." "I DO KNOW,
PATIENT!", Leasa sternly snapped, taking the jacket from him. "Arms
straight out", she ordered. Michael silently complied as Leasa slipped the
long sleeves over his arm and quickly secured the straps of the
straitjacket down his back, then crossed his arms and tightened the straps
at the sleeve ends, tightly binding Michael in the restraint jacket.
"Patient", she whispered behind him, "the infractions of speaking out
without permission and failure to comply with your restraint direction will
be punished."

Leasa then silently guided Michael down the hall to the padded cell and
shoved him roughly, causing Michael to fall face first into the deep foam
padding. "Your therapy will require strict training in self control, and
your little straitjacket here should help you in that." Leasa shut the door
and the lights in the padded cell slowly dimmed to a low level.

Suddenly Michael was gripped with panic as he rolled about trying to get
upright and finally with the assistance of a corner of the padded cell and
much effort he was able to get to his feet. Michael circled the padded
cell's interior, trying the door with as much force as he could propel
himself across the foam lined room, with no avail. Then he began struggling
with the straitjacket in earnest, attempting to loosen the straps or slip
the damn thing off, but each effort only seemed to tighten the constricting
garment about him all the more. Finally exhausted from his struggles he
sank to the floor to catch his breath.

The lights suddenly snapped back on and the door eased open and Leasa
entered the padded cell, carrying a small bag. She helped him to his feet
and leaned him face first into a corner and pulled down his pants. "I've
been watching you on the monitor, and you seem agitated enough to warrant
some additional restraint, and but I've brought you a little toy will give
you something to occupy yourself.", she laughed. Michael felt Leasa's index
finger cool with lubricant invade his rectum followed by a large conical
shaped anal plug. He groaned as the plug was forced deep inside his ass.
His pants were pulled back up, and Leasa reached between his legs securing
a crotch strap to slots provided in the jacket. She tightened the crotch
strap forcing his male anatomy roughly to one side and forcing the anal
plug ever deeper in his ass. Leasa then secured his ankles in a pair of
heavy padded ankle cuffs secured by a foot long strap that would allow him
only the shortest steps while so hobbled.

"Now, anytime a nurse enters the seclusion room, for her protection, you
will be asked to move to the center of the room, face away from the door
and kneel. Why don't you practice for me?" Michael took a few tentative
steps toward the center of the padded room before he lost his balance and
went sprawling face down in the foam floor. He could hear Leasa giggling
quietly behind him at his predicament. "Well, you didn't need to go all the
way down, but that's good enough. Occasionally we have to use the stun prod
on those who won't try to cooperate. You will want to avoid that I'm sure."
Then before Michael realized it, his bondage nurse quietly exited the
seclusion room and the lights slowly faded to dim once again, leaving him
feeling alone with his thoughts and raging hard on that he was unable to
relieve.

Synopsis: Check out the girl's sorority initiation party with spanking and nice fucking. No serious BDSM scene.
Eager Beaver's Sorority Initiation
Eager Beaver's Sorority Initiation
Halfway thru my freshman year in college, I was invited to join a
sorority.  One of my best new friends was a sister and had nominated
me.

I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house promptly at
noon on Friday.  I arrived a few little early and was told to wait in
the hall.  While I waited several girls came down the stairs and some
whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me.  Finally my
friend came down.  She told me that during the initiation I was to do
exactly as I was told, and that if I hesitated I would be punished by
the sisters and if I refused I would not be allowed to join them.  She
gave me a big hug and led me into the living room.  It was an emense
room with lots of couches and overstuffed chairs in a horseshoe around
a big stone fireplace.  Barbara led me to the center to stand in front
of the entire sorority.  The President started to speak to the
sisters.

She told them that I was the last of this year's pledges, that
Mistress Barbara had nominated me, She asked if there were any
objections so far.  No one objected.  She turned to me.  She told me
that until I had completed the initiation I was not to speak unless
told to, to address the sisters as Mistress and to do everything I was
told to do or suffer the punishment.  She asked if I accepted these
rules.  I said yes.  All the girls giggled.  She said she didn't hear
me right.  I said "Yes, Mistress President".  One of the sisters took
out a file folder, another a Polaroid camera.  She took a picture of
me and gave it to the sister with the folder.  Mistress President told
me that they need to know everything about me.  She told me to tell
them all about my sexual adventures, to start with my first kiss, to
my first bare tit, my first feel of cock, etc.  I started to tell them
about Jimmy, my first boyfriend.  I described our first kiss, our
first makeout session, and the first time I let him slip his hand
under my sweater and into my bra.

One of the sisters spoke up.  She told me to take off my blouse.  I
looked to Barbara.  She nodded yes.  I unbuttoned my blouse and eased
it off my shoulders.  Mistress President said I could put it on a
little table next to the fireplace.  I put it down and went back to
the center.

Mistress Barbara told me to resume my personal history with my first
tit sucking.  I proceeded to tell them about Jimmy sucking my bare
titties outside a party.  The sister with the folder, Mistress Janet,
asked me what size bra I wore.  I told her 32A and continued about my
next real boyfriend Tom. Tom was the first to get his hands into my
pants to finger my slit.  Mistress Janet asked me if I had been
fingering myself before that episode.  I told her I had never fondled
myself.  I continued to describe my first view of Tom's erect cock.  A
sister from the back yelled out for me to take off my jeans.  Again I
looked to my friend, she nodded yes, I went to the table, opened my
jeans, slipped them down below my knees.  I kicked off my shoes,
stepped out of my jeans, and laid them on top of my blouse.
 
Mistress President told me to stand with my legs apart, my hands
clasped behind my neck, elbows out to the sides.  When I was in
position, she told me to describe my first taste of cock.  As I
described Tom's hard sexy cock, my first attempt at sucking and my
first taste of cum, I could feel my cunt juicing up, getting very wet.
As I described Bob and his taste for pussy, Mistress Karen came over
to me.  She told me to keep talking.  She lifted my left shoulder
strap and cut it with a pair of scissors.  Then she cut the right
strap.  All the sisters were giggling at my predicament.  As I
described how Bob's long tongue had licked me to creamy satisfaction,
Mistress Karen pulled the bra from between my titties and snipped it.
Dropping it to the floor, Mistress Karen told me to show my tiny
boobies to the rest of the sisters.  With my hands still behind my
neck I walked around the inner circle of girls to show them my bare
bosom.  Mistress President told me to bend over so she could get a
better look.  As I bent closer she reached up and took my nipples
between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.  She pulled them down.
My buds stiffened, when she tweaked them.  Mistress President let go
and told me to finish showing them off.  I continued my show.  Several
of the sisters took their chance to pinch and stroke my titties.  I
had never been touched by a girl, and all these tittie touches were
making my cunt so itchy.  When I finished, I went back to the center
and waited for more instructions.  Mistress President asked if my
pussy was still virginal.  I told her I had screwed with a couple
of guys.  She told me to describe the complete de-flowering session.
I began to describe Mark, his gorgeous hard cock, and all the things
we did that night.  When I got to the part about "sixty-nine"ing with
me on top and Mark slapping my asscheeks, Mistress President told me
to stop, turn around and bend over.  She told me to ease my panties
down until just below my cheeks.  I was embarrassed about showing them
my ass.  My panties were taut across my cheeks and pulled at my
crotch.  These were blue hiphuggers not the small g-strings I wear now.
Because of my hesitation two sisters quickly stood up and grabbed my arms.
Mistress President asked Mistress Barbara if she would like to do the honors
of my first sorority punishment.  Mistress Barbara came up beside me.

She had a ping-pong paddle in her hand.  She placed it on my tight
asscheeks.  She told me I wasn't in the right punishment position.
She told me to spread my legs double shoulder width apart.  I did.  She
told me to reach down and grasp my ankles, that the sisters would keep me
from falling over.  I did what I was told, showing my pantied crotch
to all the sisters.  I expected my friend Mistress Barbara to deliver my
first real spanking.  Instead she took the scissors and started to cut
the sides of my panties.  She cut the elastic band at my waist.  She
snipped the leg bands, leaving a thin thread on each side to hold my
panties on.
 
She asked the sisters if they wanted me punished.  They all cheered
YES. She took hold of my panties by the waistband at the top of my ass.
With one quick jerk, she ripped them off, leaving me stark naked.  Bare for
all these girls to see.  All the girls cheered, clapped and whistled.
Someone told Mistress Barbara that she had made a good picking me.
SMACK...A stinging warmth shattered my thoughts as that paddle came
down on my upturned ass.  I gasped more than cried out.  I caught my
breath.

I heard applause.  SMACK..SMACK..  I gasped again as two quick hard
blows came down, one on each cheek.  Tears were welling up in my eyes.
The stinging spread across my entire ass.  More applause.  Mistress
Barbara put the paddle flat across my ass.  She rubbed it around and
around, spreading warmth across my ass the way she might spread peanut
butter on a sandwich.  The sisters were cheering her on.  She
continued to spank me, slower, softer, covering all my ass with a tingling glow.
She stopped and rubbed the knobby paddle around my cheeks again.  She
stroked that paddle down the back of my right thigh, all the way down
to my knee and then up the back of my left thigh until the top of the
paddle came to rest at my opened pussy.  She turned the paddle up so
only the top edge was touching me, right along my tender slit.  She
gently stroked it up and down my tingling love trough.  I had
submitted to a play spanking from Mark after a teenaged temper tantrum, but it
didn't make me tingle like this.  I had an itching burning desire
spreading from my loins.  The sisters let me up.  I stood up and faced
my audience.  They applauded.  Mistress Barbara wiped the tears from
my eyes and gently kissed my cheek.  She told me to continue talking
about my cherry-popping session with Mark.  Mistress Janet had to remind me
where I had left off.  I was yearning for a fuck.  By the time I
finished telling them about 'sixty-nine'ing with Mark, ending with his
jerking cum-spewing orgasm, I was hotter than I had ever been.  I was
horny enough to fuck any cock.  I began to describe how Mark had
stroked his bulging cockhead up and down my eager virginal cunt lips.  I was
itching to fuck, and it was showing.  Mistress Karen came over and put
her arm around me.  She told the sisters that she thought I had a
little problem.  She asked me if I had a problem.  I knew what she wanted to
hear.  I told them that I was horny, that I wanted to fuck.  All the
sisters laughed.  Mistress President said that they didn't have any
boys handy but that there was another solution.  Mistress Karen told me to
reach down and spread my pussy lips.  Slowly I did it.  She told me to
put my finger on the tip of my clittie.  This was something I had
never thought of doing, playing with myself.
 
Slowly I moved the tip of my middle finger over my passion button.
The sisters giggled.  Mistress Karen told me to continue talking and to
start rubbing my clit.  I talked about Mark rubbing my slit with his
cock.  Sliding his cock up the full length of my slit, he had made me
willing to take his manhood into my virgin depths.  Talking about him
and rubbing my button, I was feeling just as willing but this time
willing to do other things.  Mistress Karen told me to rub my finger
thru my slit the way Mark's cock shaft had.  I talked about Mark's
throbbing, pulsating cock, and how he ha aimed it at my virgin hole.
I rubbed my clit faster.  Mark pushed ever so gently, until his cockhead
was in me.  I rubbed harder, pushing my inner lips apart.  Mark kissed
me.  He plunged his cock into the center of my womanhood, my virgin
love canal.  He held me, I held him.  I slowed my cunt strokes but pressed
my clit harder.  Mark started long slow strokes in my hot hole.  My cunt
walls cling to his gorgeous man meat.  My cunt was juicing up, oozing
onto my sliding finger.  Mistress Karen told me to dip my finger into
my creamy hole.  I pushed the tip of my finger into myself, just the way
my lovers had.  Mistress Karen moved her hand down to my asscheek.
Squeezing it, she told me to finish the story and my first
self-induced orgasm.  I talked about Mark pumping in and out of my inexperience
fuck hole, my cunt throbbing with every stroke.  My cunt was throbbing
again, this time around my fingertip.  I pumped my own little pussy, rubbing
my itchy clit with each stroke.  I knew I wanted to cum.  I was going to
cum.  I wanted to tell them about my first fuck orgasm as I came in
front of them.  I told them about Mark pulling my legs up to my chest,
then open and down to the bed, opening my cunt for his hard deep
thrusts into my wanting love hole.  Mistress Karen eased me down to my knees.
My legs spread, I leaned back against her, letting my cunt warmth
spread over me, relaxing, enjoying my own sexual administrations.  It seemed
like I was talking forever, smaller words, no sentences.  Pumping.
Harder.  Deeper.  Fuck me.  Cock plunging.  Creaming.  Cumming.
CCuummmmiinngg.  My virginity leaving with a tingling orgasm.  Mark
pulsing, throbbing, squirting his hot cum into my love tunnel.  My
first fuck.  My finger dipping into my hot juicy hole, building a new
orgasmic feeling, different from when the boys made me cum.  Nice, warm waves
of tingles spreading out.  I was bucking my cunt against my own fingers.
I don't remember talking, just cumming.  Cumming.  My hot cream oozing
onto my hand and down my thighs.  I collapsed into Mistress Karen's
arms.  My finger still in my cunt.  The sisters applauded and cheered.
After resting a few moments.  Mistress Karen helped me stand up.  She
told me that after each orgasm in this initiation, I was to curtsy and
thank the sisters.  I curtsied.  At the bottom of my dip I thanked my
mistresses for a very lovely orgasm.  They applauded.
 
Mistress President said it was time to continue the inspection.  Some
sisters brought out a padded bench and an extra triangular pillow.
Mistress Janet told me to kneel on it.  Mistresses Barbara and Karen
came next to me.  They took a cloth tape measure and began to take my
measurement.  My bust, my waist, my hips.  Then they measured the
width of my areola, the length of the now erected tips and the distance
between m nipples.  Mistress Barbara measured the area of my pubic
hair (across the top and from the top to the beginning of my slit).
Mistress Janet told me to lay down on the bench.  Two sisters lifted my legs
straight up, lifting me up until they could position the pillow, and
then they positioned me with my ass just at the end of the pillow.  My
cut was now a foot higher than my head.  Mistresses Barbara and Karen
took my legs and pulled them apart just enough for Mistress Janet to
reach in and measure my slit fro one end, across my clit, my love
hole, my backdoor, to the other end.  They pulled my legs wider.She measured
my slit again, top to clit, clit to fuckhole, fuckhole to asshole,
asshole to the back end of my crack.  They pushed my legs toward my
chest, spreading them wider.  Mistress Jane measured everything about
my cunt.  The diameter of my clit, its length, the lengths of my pussy
lips.  Mistresses Karen and Barbara each put a hand to my cunt and
pulled her side of my cunt lips open.  They stretched my cuntlips as
open and as tight as possible.  Mistress Janet measured how far my
lips could spread.  She measured the opening of my love hole.  And then she
measured the diameter of my ass pucker.  She went away.  I couldn't
see what was happening.  Then I heard giggles and Mistress Janet returned.
She said it was time to measure the depth of my creamy hole.  She held
up an immense candle, at least a foot and a half log, with ruler
markings on it.  I didn't want her to do it, but I wanted something
slipped into my horny cunt.  I shook my head no.  She rubbed the tip
around my love opening.  I nodded yes.  She slowly worked that rod
into me, twisting, pushing deeper and deeper.  Pushing to the top of my
canal, pushing deeper.  My cunt loosening until I had a full twelve
inches in me She pushed again.  I cried out in pain.  She immediately
backed off.  She told me that this was not meant as punishment, just
the same measurement that all the sister took.  She eased the candle out
of my cunt.
 
She turned away and then back.  She said now to measure my ass depth.
She held up a smaller, thinner candle.  I pleaded with them not to
stick it in my ass.  She asked how many cocks I had taken into my backdoor.
I told her none.  She smiled and said she would be gentle with my virgin
ass.  She began to rub something slippery on my ass pucker.  It felt
cool and tingly.  She rubbed gently around and around and then from my
hole radiating out.  She rubbed the grease slowly into my hole.  She
pushed gently, probing, greasing, spreading my hole open.  She pushed
her fingertip into me.  It tingled, out from my ass, across my entire
crotch, and ignited my clit.  I was warm, tingly, eager.  She twisted
her finger around, I squirmed.  She pulled her finger out, and put
some more grease on my pucker.  She put th tip of the candle against my
backdoor, and slowly, gently pushed the candle into my ass.  Waves of
tingles washed over me.  This was a new wonderful sensation.  Not
quite pain, but a pleasure different from any other.  I don't know how deep
she pushed it or how long she kept it in me I didn't care.  It felt
great.  Mistresses Karen and Barbara helped me sit up.  They moved the
pillow around and had me lay back, legs draped on each side.  They
told me to close my eyes and rest.  A few mintues later, Mistress Janet
brought me a soda.  Sitting up, I took a few sips.  She tol me the
next measurement was to be how long it took for me to make myself cum with
my fingers.  I told her I had not done that before today.  She said it
didn't matter how long it took, and that my cunt would know what
should be done.  She told me to just lay back, close my eyes and do what felt
good.  As I put my hands down to my cunt, she started a stopwatch.  I
laid back, closed my eyes and thought about Tom stroking my pussy lips
rubbing my hard little clittie.  I mimiced his rubbing.  My pussy
warmed up.  I felt no inhibitions.  I spread my pussy lips with one hand and
pushed on my clittie with the other.  I stroked and rubbed until I
knew I wanted something in my cunt hole.  I dipped my fingertip in.  I
slowly moved it in circles, pushing my cunt hole open.  I circled wider,
opening my hole wider.  I felt an urge I had to satisfy.  I plunged my
finger as deep into my love hole as I could.  I held it there.  I
squeezed my cunt walls around my finger and slowly eased it out.  I
plunged in again, and again.  With each plunge, tingles spread out
from my cunt.  I laid my finger along my open slit, across my hard clit,
and bent into my hole.  I stroked down, digging my finger into my juicy
tunnel.  I drew back, rubbing hard against my clit.  I rubbed.  I
dreamed.  I rubbed harder, faster.  I was just cumming.  My urges had
built until I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't care what I was
doing.  As long as I was cumming, it felt great.  And I came.  I
dropped my hands to my sides and opened my eyes.  All the sisters were crowded
around to get a good look at me.  Remembering my instructions, I stood
up on the bench, curtsied to their applause and thanked them for
allowing me to cum so nicely.
 
My mistresses lead me upstairs.  They brought me into what looked like
a locker room.  It must have taken up a third of the second floor of the
house.  It was all tiled, with several dressing stalls, several wooden
benches.  There were two padded tables like a doctor's examination
table.  There was a sauna in one corner.  They motioned me into the
shower room.  It was at least 10 feet square, with two rows of shower
spigots around the three sides.  Mistress President turned on the
master control and I was instantly drenched.  The upper row of spigots were
aimed at the center of the room at the height of my shoulders.  The
lower row was aimed at my hips and pussy.  They told me to turn
around.

I turned slowly, letting the hot streams of water was me all over.
They turned the water off.  Mistress President said it was time for the to
make sure I was nice and clean.  Mistresses Barbara and Karen stepped
forward and started to undress.  Mistress Barbara took off her blouse
to reveal a set of bare, jiggling breasts.  Then she dropped her slacks,
stepped out of them, and stood up.  I could see her totally naked for
the first time.  Her lion's mane of golden blonde hair, her fleshy
tits, her muscular tummy, her rounded hips, and to my surprise a shaven
cunt.

I looked at Mistress Karen.  She was stepping out of her jeans.  She
had a short sassy head of brown hair, slender shoulders, small pointy tits
(not as small as mine).  I looked at her slender hips as she lowered
her panties, and again at a shaven cunt as she turned toward me.  The
stepped into the shower with me each holding a big soft sponge and a
squeeze bottle.  Mistress Barbara squirted some green liquid across my
chest.  Mistress Karen started rubbing it with her sponge.  This
liquid soap quickly foamed up.  The sponge felt tingly as she rubbed my tits.
Mistress Barbara was washing my shoulders, my back, my hips.  They
washed my chest, each soaping and rubbing her side of me.  Barbara
working on my left tittie, Karen on my right.  They progressed down my
tummy then around to my hips.  Each caressing my closest ass cheek.
Mistress Barbara told me to spread my legs.  I did.  She told me to
clasp my hands behind my neck.  They knelt down.  They repeated their
soaping of my ass, gently rubbing each cheek round and round.  They
worked their way down the back of my legs.  They worked their way up
the front from my feet up to my knees, then slowly from my knees up to my
crotch.  Mistress Karen squirted soap all over my pubic hair.
Mistress Barbara put her hand on my mound.  She wiggled her fingers into my
curls.  She worked th soap into a froth, gently washing my love
triangle.  Mistress President told me to turn toward the back wall.
She told me to bend over and grab a rail that was about a foot off the
floor.
 
My mistresses stood on each side of me.  They told me to spread my
legs as they opened their legs to let me put mine between their own.  They
squeezed their legs around mine, holding me tight.  My mistresses
squirted soap on my ass.  They used their hands to spread the soap all
over, making my ass all slippery.  They spread that slippery soap down
into my cunt, pulling my pussy lips apart, rubbing all thru my slit.
Mistress Karen held my pussy lips open, so Mistress Barbara could rub
the soap all around my clittie, rubbing it, then pinching it.  I felt
so warm and slippery, I didn't care that these were girls working on me.
They took their sponges, and briskly worked on my ass and pussy until
I was covered with soapy froth.  They took hoses from the walls.
Mistress President told me to stand and face them.  She told me to spread my
arms and legs.  I stood spread eagle as my mistresses sprayed me with a
fine warm mist, rinsing my body.  Then they aimed the hoses at the floor
and tightened the sprays to tiny streams.  Then they motioned for me to
turn around.  I turn toward the back wall and spread my arms and legs.
Mistress Karen pushed me up to the wall.  My erect nipples pressing
against the smooth cool tile.  The streams hit me across the top of my
back.  The pulsating streams, pounding me, warmed and relaxed every
muscle they hit.  They massaged my back with those sprays.  Then down
to my asscheeks.  I tightened my ass muscles against the pounding.  But
those pulsating sprays made me relax.  The water was turned off and my
mistress began to dry me.  Then they brought me to the outer room and
helped me up onto an examination table.  My mistresses stood on each
side of me with Mistress President at the foot.  They lifted my legs
and pulled me down to the end of the table.They pulled my legs wider and
held my arms over my head.  Some of the sisters lifted my bottom and
put a pillow under me, exposing my cunt for all to see.  Mistress
President began to stroke my curly bush.  She told me that all pledges should
look like pretty little virgins.  She pulled out a pair of scissors and
snipped a lock from my bush.  She handed the curl to Mistress Janet
who put it in a plastic bag.  Mistress President snipped away all of my
pussy curls.  She gently pulled the hairs on the sides of my slit to
cut as close to the skin as possible.  When I had nothing but stubble
left, she laid a hot, wet washcloth on my open cunt.  The warmth of that
cloth spread up to my titties and down to my ass pucker.  Mistress President
removed the cloth and sprayed a glob of shaving cream onto the middle
of my triangle.  She gently spread the cream all over my pussy stubble,
massaging it into every little hair.  She brought out a razor and
gently shaved off my stubble.  She told them to open me further.  They pulled
my legs, lifting my bottom off the pillow.  Mistress President cleaned
all around my asshole.  She washed off the shaving cream with another
hot wet washcloth.  I was tingling.  Warm all over.  Mistress
President poured some lotion onto my clean crotch.  She rubbed it all over,
softening, soothing my tender cunt skin.  She began to rub that cool
lotion onto my clit.  I felt my clittie warming to her touch.
 
My mistresses began to stroke my tits.  More hands reached for me,
touching, stroking, gently caressing every inch of me.  My mistresses
covered my face with sweet kisses.  I closed my eyes and drifted off
into the wonderful sensations those hands were giving me.  My cunt was
being rubbed, probed, stretched, tingled by these loving sisters.  I
felt multiple fingers pumping my now creamy love hole.  I was oozing
my love juice onto every hand that went into me.  Soon waves of delicious
tingles washed over me as I came,and came, and kept cumming.  Ooozing
my love cream in my first multiple orgasm.  After I rested for a while I
got up, curtsied to my mistresses and thanked them all for my fabulous
orgasms.  Mistress President told me to return the next day with a
week's worth of clothes and my smallest bathing suit.
On Saturday afternoon, Barbara met me at the door.  She hugged me and
kissed me on the cheek.  She led me into the living room and
introduced me to the other two pledges.  We were immediately told to strip.  The
three of us striped down, nervously exposing three shaven cunts.  The
sisters took our clothes and the suitcases we had brought.  Lynn was a
taller, larger girl.  Very fleshy, her hips jiggled with every move.
She had strawberry blonde hair, and very pink nipples.  Her areolas
were the size of silver dollars.  Her tits were very round, like melon
halves.  Kim was an oriental girl, not much larger than me.  She had
long shiny black hair, braided down to cover her asscrack.  She had
small tits with long tight nipples surrounded by dark areolas than
stood out against her ivory white skin.  The sisters brought our bathing
suits back to us.  Kim and I brought small bikinis but Lynn had a tank suit
like the swimming teams use.  She apologized saying that it was the
only one she had at college.  We put on our suits.  Mistress President told
Lynn to stand in the center of the room.  Her two mistresses went next
to her and each took turns cutting away at Lynn's suit with scissors.
They gave her high cut leg holes that uncovered half of each asscheek,
a hole from the bottom of her tits to halfway below where her pubic hair
would have been, and long cuts from the armpit down to her waist.  We
were told that a party would start soon, and that we were to be
waitresses.  We were told that every guy in the place would want to
feel everything we had.  We were NOT told if we were to let them or refuse
them.  While serving food and drinks at the party, guys kept grabbing
us.  Mostly at Lynn's tits and ass, but Kim and I had our share of
hands squeezing our titties and asscheeks.  On guy had me stand next to him,
with my legs open, facing away from the sister he was talking to.  He
put his hand between my legs and massaged the inside of my thigh.  He
worked his hand up to my crotch.  He massaged my shaven cunt thru the
bathing suit.  I was getting juicier all the time.  It felt so good, I
started rocking against his hand.  Before I could cum, I dropped the
tray.  The sister called everyone around and told them what had
happened.  Mistress President declared that I needed to be punished
for my clumsiness.  They took me into the living room and stood me in
front of the fireplace.  Mistress President told me to take the proper
position.  I turned around and bent over.  Mistresses Karen and
Barbara were at my side to hold me as I spread my legs wide and grabbed my
ankles.  Every guy in the place could see the small suit stretching
tightly across my cunt.  The offended sister came to me with a paddle
in her hand.
 
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.  Fast hard blows covered my ass with the
tingling half pain - half pleasure warmth.  Mistress President
announced that the offended guest should have a chance to punish me with his
hand.  He came next to me.  SMACK His hand came down.  He didn't pull
it away immediately He squeezed the ass flesh he had just spanked.
Smack.  Another blow, another squeeze.  SMACK...SMACK...  He began to
rub my ass, pulling my bikini higher, into my slit, tight across my
clit.  He rubbed his hand up and down my slit, push hard across my
clit and love hole.  The warmth he had imparted to my ass was spreading
thru my cunt.  I was still juicy from his previous hand action and now he
was going to finish the job.  He rubbed.  I warmed and began to push
my juicy cunt back at him.  He rubbed faster.  I bucked faster.  I gasped
and fell on my mistresses when I came.  Everyone applauded and
cheered.

My mistresses let me up.  I curtsied and thanked the sisters and the
guest for making my cunt cum.  The sisters had us line up in front of
the fireplace.  Mistress President said that we had not offered the
boys anything for dessert.  Mistress Karen grabbed the top of my
bikini and pulled it away from my tits, just far enough for Mistress Barbara
to pour chocolate syrup onto my titties.  Then Mistress Karen took one
tit, Mistress Barbara took the other, and they massaged the chocolate
syrup all over my little titties.  I could see Kim and Lynn were also
having their tits coated with chocolate.  My mistresses took scissors
and snipped at my top until only the sticky chocolate held it on.
Then they pull our tops off, showing six chocolate covered tits to all the
guests.  The boys were cheering for our tits.  Mistress President came
to each of us and poured more chocolate on us.  She stepped back and
told us to let every guy taste our sweet bosoms.  Leaning forward, we
let each guy lick the chocolate off us.  When the chocolate was gone,
a sister would pour on more for th next guy to lick off.  After each
guy had licked all six titties, we went back to the center of the
room.

Mistress President went to Lynn, pulled open the front of her bottom
piece and poured honey into her crotch.  Just the thought of letting
all those boys licking honey off my cunt made me hot and horny.  Mistress
President did the same to Kim and then to me.  We stood there for a
few minutes, honey dripping from our hot cunts.  At last Mistress
President told the boys that they could dream about our honey cunts all night
long but that the party was over.  She told them to say good night to
us.  We stood there, topless, chocolate coated tits, honey drenched
cunts as each guy came to say good night.  Their hands all over our
asses, mouths all over our titties.  When they were all gone, we were
told to go take a shower, and to leave our suits up there.
 
We went to the shower room, stripped and began to wash the sweet
stickiness from our hairless cunts.  I looked at Kim and Lynn and saw
from the look on their faces that we all needed some satisfaction.  I
watched as Lynn lowered her hand to her big clean cunt and began to
finger her slit.  With her other hand she would squeeze her fleshy
tits, occasionally pinching her nipples.  I lowered my hand to my
eager slit and began to mimic Lynn, even the tit rubbing that I had never
done before.  I closed my eyes and drifted off into the warm wet
dreams of pleasure, until I had satisfied my sexual urges with a hard bucking
orgasm.  When I recovered Lynn and I saw Kim sitting on the floor,
rubbing her clit hard and fast.  She had followed our lead into
pleasure.  Harder and faster she rubbed until she shook with her
orgasm.  We helped her up and kissed each other.  At least the three
of us were sisters in sex.  We finished washing, dried off, and went down
stairs with towels wrapped around us (Lynn's didn't cover everything).
We went into the living room.  We were surprised to see two guy there,
stark naked.  Mistress President motioned us forward.  She told us
that these two would be the next part of our initiation.  She told them our
names, as the sisters ripped away the towels leaving us as bare as
could be.  Mistress President introduced the boys: Master Hard and
Master Easy.
 
Kim, Lynn and I were staring at these two naked hunks.  I was
oblivious to my own complete nudity.  I was fascinated with these gorgeous
specimens of the male gender.  Mistress President told us about the
nicknames she had given them.  Hard was tall, at least 6'2", wavy
brown hair, hard tight muscles from his shoulders all the way down.  His
hard cock was sticking straight out, bobbing up and down when he shifted
his stance.  Easy was shorter, about 5'7", with blonde hair and lovely
blue eyes.  His muscles didn't stand out as much as Hard's but he certainly
had some nice ones.  Easy's cock was also at attention.  Mistress
President told us that Hard was the hardest cock to make cum, that he
could last thru at least two girls.  She told us that Easy was not as
hard to put down, but was very easy to get up again, and again, and
again.  Lynn giggled.  Someone pushed her forward.  Mistress President
went to her, pinched her big pink nipples, then led her by the nipples
to the center of the room.  Mistress President told her to take the
proper position for her punishment.  Lynn took her position with her
mistresses holding her.  Lynn's open legs exposed her big pink love
hole for us to see.  It was so large and wide open, almost asking for
a fuck.  Mistress President told Hard and Easy to give Lynn a good
spanking.  They stood on each side of her and began to spank her big
fleshy asscheeks.  When she got slapped, everything jiggled her
asscheeks, her cunt lips, and especially her melon sized tits.  They
continued spanking her, making her ass glow bright pink.  Mistress
President told them to find out how horny Lynn's cunt could get.  They
pulled her cunt lips open and began to probe her love hole and rub her
passion button.  I saw Lynn close her eyes, and I knew she was
enjoying this examination.  Hard and Easy probed her, rubbed her, one finger,
two fingers, one finger from each of them.  Probing, stretching,
pulling Lynn's love hole open, more and more.  Pumping fingers,
alternating thrusts.  Now two fingers from each guy, plunging, pulling
out covered with her white creamy froth.  They jammed they fingers
deep into her hole and she shuttered as she came.  When her mistresses let
her up, Lynn curtsied and thanked the sisters for a good finger
fucking.
 
Mistress President said it was time for us to thank the boys for
helping with our initiation. Kim and Lynn were told to kneel down. The boys
were brought in front of them. Kim and Lynn were told to start
sucking.

I was told to take a handfull of crushed ice in each hand, to go
behind the boys, rub the ice on both asses and watch the other pledges suck.
Both boys were startled by my cold fondles, they arched forward,
shoving their cocks at my fellow pledges. Lynn was bouncing her head up and
down on Hard's cock, sucking it all the way into her mouth. Kim was
doing a tongue job on Easy's cock. She had one hand on his shaft,
pumping up and down. Her tongue was licking his bulging head around
and around like a tootsie pop. I rubbed my cold wet hands over those tight
muscular asses, squeezing cheeks, watching those blowjobs, yearning to
work on one of them. Easy began to move his hips in and out as Kim
took his cockhead into her mouth. He was fucking his cockhead in and out of
her little mouth. I squeezed his asscheek harder and pushed him
forward on each stroke. I saw Easy's cock twitch and saw his cream ooze out of
the corners of Kim's mouth. Kim was told to swallow it, all of it. She
swallowed what she had in her mouth, then wiped the excess from her
face with a finger. She was told to swallow every last drop of cum. Kim put
her finger in her mouth and sucked the cum off. Lynn was still sucking
on Hard and he was still very hard. Lynn was told to stop. We were
told to change places. Kim was to suck Hard, Lynn was to fondle their
asses, and I was to suck Easy. I took my position in front of Easy's
dangling organ. I brought both hands up to that cock. I cupped my left
hand under his balls and circled my right hand around his shaft. I
squeezed his balls and pulled on his soft cock. As I pulled I could
feel it filling with blood. I was told to suck it. I leaned forward
and took his head into my mouth. I ran my tongue over that bulb while
I pumped his shaft and squeezed his balls. I sucked, that bulb kept
growing, filling my mouth. Easy pushed his hips forward. I opened my
mouth as his cock slid in, over my tongue, deep into my throat. I had
never had a guy's whole cock in my mouth. I wanted it now. Easy pushed
in, I sucked in, and my lips touched his silky soft hair. I held all
of his marvelous cock in my mouth. Mistress President slapped my ass and
told me to suck it not swallow it whole. I sucked as hard as I could
as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I put my hand back on his shaft
and pumped. I sucked at his cockhead until I felt his rod twitching. I
held his shaft tight. I opened my mouth and let Easy squirt his hot
salty cum into my mouth. Not a drop escaped my mouth and tongue as I
licked every drop oozing out of his manhood. I would have been willing
to drink his cum all day and all night. We were told to change places
again.
 
I moved in front of Hard's still rigid cock. Lynn took her position in
front of Easy and Kim went behind them and grabbed their ass cheeks.
Lynn was already taking all of Easy's cock into her mouth. I faced
Hard's long cock. It was longer than Easy's but not as thick. I knew I
couldn't take it all into my mouth, so I started a tongue job. First
all around his head, then tightening my tongue I ran the tip down the
cleft at the front of his helmet and down the silky length of his
shaft.

I flattened my tongue against his cock muscle and licked all the way
up to his head. I kept licking him with these long strokes. I held his
balls in one in each hand, rubbing them like large marbles. I would
occasionally feel Kim's fingers between his tight cheeks. I licked at
his cockhead. I moved my right hand around his long hard shaft and
pumped. I pumped it, squeezing tight and pulling his manhood to my
warm wanting tongue. I pumped harder, faster. I saw Lynn Easy's third load
of cum in her mouth. I wanted Hard to spew his cream into my mouth. I
licked across the top of his helmet and wiggled the tip into his piss
hole. I felt someone pull my hand from his balls. They put some
crushed ice into my open hand and pressed it up between his legs to
his hot balls. I rubbed the ice onto his balls. They tightened. His cock
twitched. I pumped harder. I could fell his load running the length of
that hard shaft. I took his head into my mouth as his hot, thick cum
shot out. There was so much cum that I had to open my mouth and he
pulled back a bit. His cock kept squirting hot thick cum across my
face, my cheeks, down my chin, into my open mouth. I swallowed as much
as I could. When he stopped spewing, i licked at his cock, licking off
every drop. I moved my hand to wipe the cum from my face and was
stopped by Mistress President. She told me to share my good fortune
with the other pledges. The boys moved away and Kim and Lynn knelt in
front of me. Mistress President told them to lick Hard's cum from my
face and taste his treasure. They both went at me the way I went at
Hard's cock. Fast, furious, wanting every drop, they licked my face,
checks, chin and lips.
 
We were escorted to the dining room and told to have something to eat
and drink. We made some sandwiches from the buffet and talked a bit.
Mistress Janet came in and told us to come into the living room. They
had put a large coffee table in the center. Mistress Barbara took me
to the table and had me sit down facing the fireplace. Kim and Lynn
were seated on the other side. We were told to lay back so that we
were laid out on the table alternating head to cunt. Mistress Barbara
lifted my legs and told Kim and Lynn to hold them open. Then Kim's and
Lynn's mistresses lifted their legs and told me to hold the leg next
to me. Their mistresses held the other leg. I was able to look to each
side an see a beautiful hairless cunt. I looked down and saw that both
Kim and Lynn were intently watching my exposed cunt. Mistress Barbara
poured some honey onto my cunt. The other mistresses equally covered
Kim's and Lynn's open slits. Mistress President told us it was time
for our 'honey pies' to get decently (or indecently) eaten. Hard and
Easy knelt down facing Kim's and Lynn's honey coated cunts and began
to lick the sweetness off them. I kept looking from side to side to watch
those lovely tongues lapping at my fellow pledges. They had just
licked the honey layer off without delving deeper into their
sweetness.

Mistress President told them to switch. Hard moved down to kneel at my
twat. Easy went to Lynn's cunt. Kim and Lynn were coated with more
honey. The boys were told to resume eating their dessert. Hard
started his tongue at my asshole and slowly licked the whole length of
my slit. Easy was busy at Lynn's cunt, licking at every fold of her
cunt lips. Hard's long cleaning strokes covered my entire crotch.
Easy pulled Lynn's cunt open and started rapid licks at her big bright
pink love button. Hard kept up his long laps at my slit, warming every
inch of my womanhood. I yearned for the fast licks that Easy was now
administering to Lynn's cunt hole. Lynn was pushing her cunt up at
Easy's tongue. She was begining to cum when her mistress pulled Easy
away. Mistress President told them to switch places. Hard went to
Kim's cunt and Easy went down to mine. More honey was poured on my
cunt. The boys began licking again, both hard and fast, quickly
cleaning our cunts. Kim was already pushing her cunt at Hard's rapid
tongue lashing. Easy pulled my lips open and began flicking his tongue
against my hot clittie. I pushed my cunt up to his tongue as tight as
I could. I wanted him to eat me until I came. He ran his tongue
around my passion button, sending tingles out across my cunt. He moved
his swirling tongue to my open love hole. I bucked my cunt up against
his tongue. He circled his way into my aching hole. I wanted him to
have my cunt, with his tongue and cock. He plunged his tongue into my
hole. I could se Hard was giving Kim as good a tongue-fuck as Easy was
giving me. They stopped. Our mistresses had pulled them back before
we could cum.
 
We were three very horny cunts. I was willing to do anything for
satisfaction. We were pulled up to our feet by our mistresses. Other
sisters removed the table and brought in a padded bench with cranks on
each leg to adjust its height. Mistresses Karen and Barbara pulled me
to the bench and had me lay face down on it. Mistress President
announced that the three of us were to each perform a sex act that
went one step further than we had ever gone before. She said I was to be
first to let Easy have a rest between sessions. She told all the
sisters that I still had a virgin ass. She told them it was time for
me to surrender my anal cherry to Easy's magnificent cock. She brought
Easy in front of me and began to lubricate his cock. She turned his
cock over to Mistresses Karen and Barbara. They massaged his
glistening cock while Mistress President went behind me. She began to
apply the slippery grease to my virgin butt. She worked her greasy
finger around my backdoor while I watched my mistresses slowly
stroking that gorgeous man muscle. My cunt was aching for satisfaction. I
wanted that cock in me. If I couldn't have him in my cunt then my ass
was the next best hole. He could have me anyway he wanted. Mistress
President pushed her whole finger into me, send exciting shiver thru
me. She told Easy to come behind me and watch her grease my asshole.
She applied another load of grease and pushed it into my hole, making
sure that I was very greasy and willing. She slapped my ass and told
me that I should reach back, pull my asscheeks open and offer my
virgin asshole.
 
I moved my hands back to my cheeks and pulled them as wide as
possible.

I asked Easy to stick his cock deep into my virgin ass. Mistress
President took his cock and put the head against my backdoor. I asked
Easy to fuck me, to fuck my virgin ass. He pushed forward. He pushed
his bulging cockhead into my inexperienced rectum. It hurt a little as
the head pushed thru my backdoor. He stopped. He held his cock just
head deep until I relaxed and the pain left. His cock felt hot and so
good. I knew I made the right choice. I knew I would enjoy this
assfuck. I begged Easy to push his cock deep, as deep as he could. He
slowly pushed his cock in. My rectal muscles opened to accept his hard
slippery cock. I felt his balls lay against my hairless cunt as he
reached deep inside me. He stopped. I squeezed my dark tunnel around
his rod. I pleaded for him to fuck me. He pulled almost all the way
out. His sudden withdrawal surprised me. His equally sudden return
delighted me. His plunging cock warmed and tingled me where no man had
ever tingled me before. It was a new and great sensation to have his
luscious cock plunging deep into my butt. I loosened my grip on my
asscheeks and relaxed to take this delightful ass fuck. His cock
plunging deep into my greasy tail and then pulling almost all the way
out before plunging in again, sent warm tingling warms thru my entire
body. my pleasure was building, without any work on my cunt, I knew I
was going to cum if he kept screwing me. Easy increased his pace,
pumping in and out of my backdoor. My cunt was oozing love juice with
each thrust into my tail. My orgasm was building. I was going to cum.
Easy's cock was making me cum by fucking my asshole. My cunt began to
pulsate as if I were squeezing a cock. I was squeezing my cream out.
I started cumming. I begged Easy to fuck me harder, faster, to make me
cum more. He sped up. He pumped my tail, deeper, faster, harder. I
was cumming, oozing my cream out of my cunt hole. I squeezed my ass
muscles and bucked against his plunging cock until my first anally
induced orgasm subsided. It was the longest single orgasm I ever had.
Easy kept up his pace, pumping in and out of my slippery tail. I
squeezed at his cock. I wanted him to cum, to shoot his hot load into
my waiting receptacle. I felt his pace waver. Then he plunged hilt
deep into me and held there. His cock started jerking inside me,
spewing his cream, filling my butt. He stayed there as his cock
emptied and then softened. He pulled out. I squeezed his retreating
cock to show him I really enjoyed him. It was like a plug being
unpopped as his cockhead finally left me. With his cream oozing from
my asshole I stood up, curtsied and thanked Mistress President and
Easy for deflowering my ass.
 
Mistress Barbara brought out a bowl of steamy water and a washcloth.
She told me to clean Easy's cock very "nicely". I knelt in front of
him and gently put the hot wet cloth to his gorgeous but now limp
cock.

I covered his organ and gently rubbed the grease off. I rinsed the
cloth and washed him again. Mistress Barbara said I should wash him
clean enough to suck. I rinsed the cloth and continued washing his
cock and balls. The more I washed, the thicker and stiffer he became.
When he was clean enough, I lifted his cock and sucked the head into
my mouth. I rolled my tongue around and around that luscious lollipop. I
slowly pumped my hand along his stiffening shaft, pulling his cock
into my mouth. He was getting rock hard again. Mistress Barbara stopped me
and Mistress President announced that it was time for Kim to perform
her sex act. Mistress President told everyone that Kim was even more
virginal than I was. Kim had never taken a cock into her cunt.
Mistress President asked Kim if she was ready to spread her legs and
offer her hairless virgin cunt to Hard's cock. Kim readily agreed.
She was told to lay on the bench face up. Lynn and I were positioned
on each side of her. Her mistresses brought Hard to the foot of the
bench, leading him by his massive erection. They told Kim to raise her
legs straight up. We were told to hold them there. The mistresses
pulled Hard's cock closer to Kim's clean cunt lips and gently rubbed
them with his bulging cockhead. We were told to pull her legs toward
her chest and then open. We stepped toward Kim's head, pulling her
legs and cunt open. Her mistresses again rubbed her lips with Hard's
cockhead. Rubbing up and down between her lips, across her virgin hole
and hot clittie. Her mistresses asked her what she wanted. She said
she wanted to get fucked. One of them slapped Kim's cunt and told her
to be very specific. Kim said she wanted Hard's cock to fuck her hot
virgin cunt. One mistress poured some oil onto Kim's cunt. The other
massaged it into her love hole. Then they both coated Hard's cock with
it. They nudged Hard forward and rubbed his oily cockhead between
Kim's lips until they worked his head into her virgin hole. Kim closed
her eyes as her mistresses worked that bulging cockhead into her. They
stopped.
 
Kim relaxed and opened her eyes. Her mistresses told her to ask for
what she wanted. She asked her mistresses to have Hard plunge his cock
deep into her virgin love tunnel. Hard jammed forward, ramming his
cock into her, all the way in. He filled her cunt. Kim gasped at the sudden
deflowering. She relaxed, warming to the feel of cock filling her
depths. When she had gotten over the shock of his initial thrust, Kim
begged Hard to fuck her. Hard slowly pulled back until just his head
was in her. Then he slowly pushed in again filling her with his
manhood. We were told to squeeze Kim's tits. I reached down and cupped
my hand over her soft pointed tittie. Lynn did the same to her other
tit. We gently rubbed her tits the way I knew I would want mine
rubbed.

Hard pulled out and pushed in slowly. Long slow strokes were warming
Kim as she had never been heated before. A soft pleading sound came
from Kim's mouth, pleading for Hard to fuck her faster. Hard increased
the speed of his strokes. Lynn and I increased the speed and strength
of our tit squeezes. Kim's was slowly moving her head from side to
side, getting lost in the pleasure I knew Hard's cock was giving her.
Her mistresses went behind Lynn and I. They took Kim's hands and
placed them on our butts. Kim squeezed my still greasy ass tight. I returned
the squeeze to her tit and then pinched her nipple. Hard was now
slamming into Kim's wet willing cunt. Pulling back, slamming forward
to the hilt, his ball sack slapping against her ass. Kim was writhing in
pleasure, moaning, squeezing our asscheeks. She arched her back to
push her cunt against Hard's driving thrusts. Lynn twisted Kim's nipple, I
repeated it on the tit I held, then we pulled her nipples up. Kim
began to buck against Hard's cock, squeezing female ass, flopping her head
side to side. I knew she was beginning to cum. Hard increased his
speed. He was really ramming his cock into her. I was almost drooling
at the sight of his man meat sliding in and out of Kim's glistening
smooth cunt. Kim squeezed my ass tighter than ever as she tensed her
entire body. She was cumming. Hard pulled out and then slammed in
harder, faster and deeper than before. Then he stopped and held
himself deep inside Kim's love hole. Kim's orgasm subsided and she relaxed.
She loosened her grip on my ass, but didn't let go. Lynn and I rubbed
her tits round and round, slowly, gently. Her face glowed with a
pleasure I knew well. When she recovered, Hard pulled out of her with
a popping sound as her cunt resisted his departure. We helped her sit up
to see that Hard was still very hard. Kim stood up, curtsied and
thanked the sisters for making her a total woman.
 
Mistress President went to Lynn and pinched her large erect nipples.
She led Lynn by her nipples to the center of the room.  Mistress
President told everyone that there wasn't a virginal hole in Lynn.
She told us that Lynn had started sucking when she was 11, had stripped
and 69'ed with boys when she was 13, had her cunt cherry taken at 15, her
ass cherry at her sweet sixteen party and at a party after her senior
prom had taken two guys in all three holes in separate sessions.
Mistress President told us that tonight Lynn should take both Easy and
Hard in every hole in the same sex session and to finish as the meat
in a sex sandwich.  She asked Lynn if she was willing to perform this act
for the sorority.  Lynn said that she was willing to do anything, to
take anyone in any hole.  Lynn was told to get down on her hands and
knees.  Easy knelt down in front of her, lifted her chin and put his
cock to her lips.  Mistress President told her to open her mouth and
let Easy fuck her face.  Lynn opened her mouth and let Easy's cock
slide past her lips.  She closed her lips around his shaft as he
pushed his cock into her mouth and down her throat.  Without seeming to try
hard, she took the entire length of Easy's cock into her mouth.  Easy
got a silly satisfied grin on his face as he slowly fucked her willing
experienced mouth.  Her mistresses stopped Easy and had him move
around behind Lynn.  After reaching down to make sure Lynn's cunt was
lubricated enough, Easy took Lynn by the hips and jammed his cock into
her cunt.  I almost came thinking about the pleasure that cock had
given my ass and how much I wanted him in my cunt.  I could see Lynn
get the same silly grin as Easy gave her cunt several long, slow
strokes.  He pumped Lynn's cunt slowly, making sure that she was
getting properly juiced up.  Lynn pushed her cunt against Easy as he
pushed into her love hole.  She started to speed up her pushing,
trying to get Easy to speed up his fucking.  Lynn wanted a fucking.  She
wanted Easy to pound his cock into her.  Her mistresses stopped Easy
and had him pull out of her cunt.  They applied a coat of grease to
Lynn's bright pink asspucker and then to Easy's cock.  They pulled
Lynn's cheeks open as Easy pushed his cockhead into her backdoor.  My
cunt was quivering with memories of the pleasure of my assfuck.  I
knew she was going to enjoy having her ass fucked up.  He slowly eased the
full length of his cock into her butt and held her tight.  He leaned
over her and asked if she wanted long slow strokes or a hard fast
pounding.  She said she wanted a fast pounding.  He slowly pulled his
cock out until just the head was still in her rectum.  Then her
mistresses gave her a hard fast spanking, making her asscheeks glow
red.  When they were finished, easy gave her the hard fast pounding
assfuck that she wanted.  He rammed his cock in and out of her as she
bucked her tail to meet his thrusts.  She was moaning and thoroughly
enjoying the ass reaming Easy was giving her.  Before Lynn or Easy
could cum, the mistresses stopped them, and Easy pulled out and got
up.

Mistress President brought Hard in front of Lynn, leading him by his
massive cock.  Hard knelt down and lifted Lynn's chin.  His cockhead
slowly brushed across her lips.  He held her chin so she would not be
able to open her mouth yet.  He took his cock in hand and slowly
rubbed his bulging cockhead all over her face.  Mistress President stopped
him and told Lynn to open her mouth to take Hard's cock for another face
fuck.  Hard moved his hands to each side of her head.  Lynn opened her
mouth and Hard pushed his cock into her.  Without resistance, without
gagging, Lynn took the entire length of that cock into her mouth.
Hard held her head with his cock filling her mouth.  He began to fuck her
face.  Not slowly like Easy but not fast, just loving strokes of his
long hard cock.  After a few moments, her mistresses stopped Hard.  He
pulled out of her mouth and moved around behind Lynn.  Her mistresses
told her to put her tits on the floor and her ass high in the air.
They spread her legs a little wider.  Hard moved closer, held her by
her hips and pounded into her waiting cunt hole.  After a few more
moments of fucking, her mistresses stopped Hard.  He pulled out of
Lynn's cunt and the mistresses applied another coat of grease to her
pucker and to Hard's cream covered cock.  They pulled her cheeks to
open her gaping backdoor and Hard pushed his blood gorged cockhead
into Lynn's willing tail.  The mistresses repeated the fast spanking and
Hard rammed the rest of his cock into her.  He fucked her ass.  She
moaned.  She groaned.  She wanted to cum.  Her mistresses stopped
Hard.

My cunt was aching from watching Lynn take all that good fucking
without being allowed to cum.  Her mistresses helped Lynn stand up.
Other sisters moved the bench back into position.  Mistress President
told Easy to lay on the bench.  Then Lynn was instructed to climb on
and sit her cunt down onto Easy's cock.  Lynn eagerly climbed on and
swallowed Easy's cock into her smooth juicy cunt.  Easy reached up and
pinched her nipples.  He pulled her down and they kissed.  Very
passionately, they explored each others mouth and tongue.  Lynn's
mistresses applied a third coat of grease to Lynn's ass pucker.
Mistress President again pulled Hard into position by his cock.  The
bench was too high for Hard to get into Lynn's ass.  Some sisters
cranked the bench lower.  Then Mistress President pushed Hard's
cockhead into Lynn's receptive butt.  As Hard pushed his entire length
into Lynn, I could see a glow of absolute delight wash across her
face. Once both cunt and ass were full of cock, no one moved.  They just
held her tight, filling her, enjoying the sensations of her fuck holes.
Our mistresses took us to stand on each side of Lynn.  We were told to
lift her up, hold her and rub her tits the way a horny teenaged boy would.
We lifted Lynn and she slipped her arms around our waists.  Kim and I
grabbed at Lynn's massive tits.  I had never squeezed another girl's
tits.  Lynn's were softer and fleshier than mine(as well as a great
deal larger).  As we massaged her tits and pinched her nipples, she
began moaning and moving her hips trying to work on both of those
cocks.  Mistress President told Hard to give Lynn the best ass fuck he
could.  He started stroking her rectum with his bulging cock.  We
could see both Lynn and Easy enjoying the sensations Hard was providing.
Kim and I kept up our tit work, as Easy put a hand on our asses.  I opened
my legs to let him probe my horny cunt.  He worked his finger into my
joy hole and rubbed his thumb on my (no longer virginal) ass pucker.
His gentle probing was driving me crazy.  I wanted to cum.  I could
see Kim grinding her cunt against Easy's hand until she was slapped by her
mistresses.  When Hard moved into Lynn's ass, he didn't stop when he
was all the way in.  He pushed Lynn forward, sliding her the length of
Easy's cock.  Then he would pull her back down Easy's shaft and then
Hard would pull his cock out, leaving just his cockhead inside her
backdoor.  He repeated this double fuck for a while until Lynn bucked
against these two cocks cumming to her climax.  She fell limp against
us.  We were told to just hold her up, but not to let go of her tits.
Then Mistress President told the boys to finish up her creaming.  Both
Easy and Hard began moving in Lynn's holes.  Hard was giving her a
hard fast ass pounding while Easy lifted his hips to drive his cock deep
into Lynn's cunt on Hard's withdrawal.  They kept up this hard fucking
until Easy rammed his fingers into my cunt and ass and shot his load
of cum into Lynn's cunt hole.  Hard pulled Lynn down onto Easy's cock,
plugging her cunt hole.  He held her tight and pounded her butt hole,
harder and faster and deeper than ever.  He finally rammed his cock
into her and she gasped as Hard emptied his cream-filled balls into
Lynn's tail.  He collapsed on top of Lynn who collapsed on us.  We
were told to lay them down on Easy and let them relax.  When they
recovered, they got up with the help of Lynn's mistresses.  They whispered to
Lynn as they helped her.  Then Lynn led Easy and Hard to the fireplace by
their softened cocks.  Turning to face the whole sorority, Lynn
curtsied and thanked them for the creamiest fuck ever, and then she
kissed each cockhead.  Kim and I were ordered to the center of the
room.  Mistress President asked us if our cunts were satisfied or if
we needed more work on our cunts.  We looked at each other, smiled and
said that we needed more cunt action.  The boys were sent to get
dressed and we were told to sit on the floor and spread our legs.  Six
inch candles were tossed to us.  We were told to cream our own cunts
until we were satisfied.  We were the two horniest cunts in town.  We
grabbed those candles and buried them in our shaven twats.  We pumped.
We rubbed.  We creamed.  And we came.  We were told to leave the
candles in our holes as our mistresses helped us stand up.  Lynn was
bent over and another candle was stuffed into her wanton hole.  Kim
and I curtsied to thank the sisters for a chance to satisfy our cunts.
When Easy and Hard came back, they came to each of us and gave us a
double tit sucking, Easy on the right tit, Hard on the left.  With
their hot mouths on our tits, their fingers probing our asses, rubbing
our clits, we said good-bye to those fantastic studs.
 
We were sent upstairs to the shower room to clean up.  We were told we
could take the candles out while we washed but we had to put them back
in when we were finished in the shower.  We went up to the shower
room, removed our candles and gently washed our tenderized slits.  When we
finished we dried off, inserted the candles into our cunt holes and
headed back to our mistresses.  They met us in the hallway dressed in
their pajamas.  Mistress Barbara was wearing a see-thru blue babydoll
nightie.  Mistress Karen was wearing a large boys tee-shirt that just
barely covered her pink panties.  Our mistresses directed us to a
bedroom on that floor that would be ours for the next week.  It had
three single beds with wooden headboards and frames.  There was one
dresser, a closet and our suitcases.  Our mistresses led us each to a
bed.  We laid down.  My mistresses sat on each side of me.  They each
lifted one of my arms to the headboard and tied my wrists to the bed.
They kissed my cheeks and squeezed my titties.  Then they stood up and
lifted my legs straight up.  I could see that Lynn and Kim were also
tied down and held up.  Our mistresses pulled our legs open.  Both
Mistress Barbara and Mistress Karen slide one hand down my legs to my
hairless cunt.  They pulled my cuntlips open to expose my love hole
with the candle peeking out.  One mistress called for Mistress
President.  The door opened and all the sisters appeared in the
doorway dressed in their nightclothes.  Mistress President went to Kim, who
was nearest the door.  She reached down into Kim's crotch to make sure she
had the candle placed well into her hole.  She bent over Kim's face
and kissed her.  As she lifted up, I could see that Mistress President had
Kim's nipples between her fingers and was pulling them up causing Kim
to arch her back.  Mistress President let go of Kim's nubs and went to
Lynn.  Mistress Janet came in and went to Kim.  Mistress President
repeated this good-night ritual on Lynn.  Mistress Janet repeated it
on Kim.  Then they moved.  Mistress President came to me, Mistress Janet
went to Lynn and another sister came in and went to Kim.  When
Mistress President reached down into my crotch and took hold of the candle
protruding from my pleasure cave.  She slipped it in and out and then
twisted it around.  She pushed it all the way in and patted my clittie
before coming to my face.  She kissed each cheek, wished me sweet
dreams and pinched my nipples.  She twisted my nips round and round
and then pulled them up.  I arched my back to allow her to keep lifting my
tits.  She let go and blew me a kiss.  Mistress Janet took her place
and repeated the ritual.  Every sister took her turn at saying
good-night to us.  When all the sisters finished our mistresses
lowered our legs and tied our ankles to the foot of the bed.  My mistresses
lightly stroked their hands up my legs to my crotch.  They lightly ran
their finger all over my mound and cuntlips.  They each patted my clit
and then stroked my tummy then my titties.  They each grabbed hold of
a tit and bent over to kiss me on the cheeks and they said good-night.
They let go, stood up, and covered me with a blanket.  They left us,
bound hand and foot, cunt filled, thoroughly fucked, but still horny
as hell.

We were awakened by our mistresses ripping the blankets from our naked
bodies.  Our mistresses untied our ankles and lifted our legs.  They
reached into our twats to check the position of the candles.  Kim had
apparently pushed hers out overnight because one of her mistresses
jammed it back in.  Lynn and I were given new candles because the heat
of our cunts had softened the candles until they could no longer be
used.  Our mistresses untied our wrists and led us to the shower room.
All the sisters were waiting there.  Mistress President reached into
Lynn's cunt and pulled out the candle.  Her mistresses pushed her into
the steamy shower area.  Then Kim was relieved of her cunt candle and
then mine was pulled out.  We were told to quickly wash up.  When we
were finished soaping and rinsing our bare bodies, Mistress President
stepped forward.  She peeled off her nightshirt to reveal her tight
sleek body, every inch well tanned (including her clean-shaven cunt).
She walked into the shower and told us to wash her.  She pulled my
hands to her erected tits, I had to reach up to wash this tall lady's petite
breasts (they were almost as small as mine, no larger than a 34B).
Lynn's hands were pulled to her hairless crotch and Kim started on her
ass.  Lynn giggled about something and Mistress President grabbed her
head, told her to shoosh and kissed her full on the lips.  We washed
every inch of our head mistress.  When we finished soaping her, she
rinsed off and got out to dry off.  Mistress Janet dropped her robe to
show us yet another hairless cunt.  I knew now that there was not a
single strand of pubic hair in this entire sorority.  She stepped into
the shower and we washed her all over(this time I did her cunt, Kim
did her tits, and Lynn soaped her ass).  After we finished her, three
other sisters stripped and came in.  Mistress Janet rinsed off and left
while we each soaped one of the sisters.  I had to soap this girl's tits,
back, belly, smooth cunt, tight ass, and muscular legs.  Three more
sisters took their places and we continued washing bare tit, cunt and
ass until we had washed the entire sorority(our mistresses last).
After our mistresses rinsed off they did not get out.  Instead they turned
off the water and Mistress President came back fully clothed.  She
announced that it was time for us to get properly cleaned.  She tossed us
bottles of prepare douche and told us to clean out our cunts.  We hesitated
only long enough to take a deep breath.  But we sat down on that slick
tiled floor, opened the douche bottles and inserted the nozzles into our
cunt holes.  I laid back and squeezed the bottle, flushing the juices out
of my cunt.  We were told to stand up, and the douches were taken from
us.

We were told to go to separate walls, face the wall, and bend over to
grab the bottom rail.  After we were in position, other sisters
brought in large enema bags.  Mistress Barbara knelt next to me.  She told me
that they were going to fill my ass with this hot soapy solution.  She
said there would be a bit of pain that would pass as I relaxed and my
insides loosened up.  She said that they would stop whenever I told
them that it hurt, but they wanted me to take as much as I could.  She
asked if I was ready for my cleaning.  I told her I was ready for anything
she wanted to give me.  Mistress Karen began to lubricate my asshole.  I
could see my fellow pledges were also surrendering their tails for
this cleansing.  Mistress Barbara took the long black nozzle and applied a
coat of grease to it.  As Mistress Karen pulled my ass cheeks open,
Mistress Barbara slowly inserted the nozzle into my butt.  It wasn't
as large and filling as Easy's cock had been the night before, but it
could still stimulate my rear tunnel.  She turned it left then right,
applying an even forward pressure, easing it into me.  When it was all the way
in she told me to grip it with my backdoor muscle, to hold it in, to
resist the temptation to push everything out when the liquid was released
into my rectum.  I squeezed it, pulling it in just a touch more, like I
wanted to do to a cock.  I told her I was ready.  She patted my
asscheek and released the clip on the hose.  A flood of hot soapy water rushed
into my bowels.  Nothing, no exercise, no love affair, no sex act had
ever filled me with such a warmth so fast so completely.  With the
first flush of warmth, all my inner muscles squeezed, trying to evacuate my
bowels.  There was a sharp cramping pain and I gasped.  Immediately
Mistress Barbara closed the clamp and stopped the rush of water.  She
knelt down and asked if I was okay.  I caught my breath and told her
that the pain was going away.  She told me to relax and tell her when
I was ready.  I could feel all my insides loosening up.  I no long felt
any pain.  I no longer felt that this was an intrusion, just a nice
hot bath on the inside.  I told her I was ready and she signaled Mistress
Karen to release the clamp again.  This time it did not feel like a
flood, but I knew I could not stop the flow.  It would fill me
completely.  It filled me, every nook and cranny of my ass.  I could
feel my insides swelling, my belly bulging, taking all this hot soapy
water.  I was dripping sweat.  It stretched all my inner muscles and
it began to hurt.  I told my mistresses and they closed the clamp.  The
pain receded much slower than before so Mistress Karen removed the
nozzle from my tail.  That gave me instant relief from the pain, but
now I really had the urge to push it all out my butthole.  Mistress
Barbara told me to squeeze my butt muscles to keep it all in me until the
other pledges were finished.  I could see them removing the nozzle from
Kim's tail, but Lynn could take more than one bag full.  Her mistresses had
removed the hose from the bag and sent for another, leaving Lynn with
the nozzle holding in her cleaning solution.  The sister came back
with another bag, they hooked it up and released the clamp.  Lynn wiggled
her ass but she took the entire second bag before complaining about the
pain.  Her mistresses removed the nozzle and they all helped us stand
up.  We were weak and had to be held up by our mistresses.  They
caressed our tits and cunts and asses.  It all felt warm and loving.
I didn't mind my ass being filled or a girl squeezing my tits, or
rubbing my clit, or probing my mouth with her hot tongue.  Both my mistresses
fondled every inch of me.  Both kissed me hotter and harder than any
boy ever did.  Both sucked my tiny titties.  It all felt great.  We were
led to the bathroom which had a set of toilets without the partitions you
would normally find in a large restroom.  We were seated on the
toilets and told we could release it all.  There was an instant rush of water
out of my tail and it kept going, I couldn't stop the flow until it
was all gone.  When we were empty and could stand by ourselves, we were
led back into the shower room and told to resume our positions.  More
enema bags were hanging there.  We were told that this was just warm clear
water to flush us out.  Mistress Karen inserted the nozzle.  It
slipped in quick and easy now.  She opened the clamp and another flood filled
my ass.  This time there was no rush of heat or pain, just a filling
sensation.  When the bag was empty and I was full, I began to feel a
little stretched.  I told them that it hurt a little.  Mistress Karen
immediately closed the clamp and removed the nozzle.  Now I just felt
warm and full.  I could see Lynn was taking her second bag of water
into her tail.  When she was full, we were stood up and Mistress President
told us that these cleansings would make all our future ass fucks
easier and more fun.  We were led to the toilets to finish flushing out.  We
were told to go back into the shower, to wash up again, to dry off, to
insert the candles into our clean (inside and out) cunts and then go
downstairs for breakfast.

When we arrived in the dining room, Mistress President called for
everyones attention.  She announced to the sisters that Kim had not
kept her candle in her cunt all night.  There were cheers from the sisters.
She told us that the candles would be our overnight companions for the
rest of the week.  She also told us that whenever we were in the house
we were to be stark naked.  We were to strip in the front hallway when
we came in.  We were to bring our clothes to the hallway and dress
there just before leaving.  Kim was told to climb up onto the center of the
table.  She got up on her hands and knees with her ass pointing toward
us.  Mistress Janet was sitting next to the open area of the table and
reached out an slapped Kim on the ass.  She told Kim that only her
cunt and ass were going to get punished now.  She instructed Kim to put her
tits on the table and her ass high.  Mistress Janet snickered that
someone would take care of Kim's tits later.  Mistress President stood
behind Kim. She dipped her finger into a bowl of whipped butter and
applied it to Kim's ass pucker.  There was no resistance to her
probing finger as she buttered up Kim's rectum.  She took the candle out of
Kim's cunt and pressed it into her backdoor.  Lynn and I were pushed
by our mistresses to stand beside our headmistress.  Mistress President
told me to put my finger into Kim's cunt.  I reached forward and put
the tip of my middle finger between her moist lips.  Mistress President
pinched my nipple and told me not to be afraid of a hairless cunt.  I
pushed my finger into her.  She felt hot and juicy, just like mine own
love hole.  Lynn was told to put her finger in.  I started to remove
my finger and Mistress President slapped my ass.  She told me I did not
have permission to leave Kim's cunt.  I pushed my finger all the way
in again.  Lynn put her fingertip next to me at the entrance to Kim's
hole.

She slowly worked it between the inner lips and pushed it in, sliding
it next to mine.  We kept our fingers very still while Mistress President
reached out with both hands and pulled Kim's lips open.  She
positioned our hands to hold Kim's cunt wide open and still have our fingers
buried inside her.  Mistress President told us to wiggle our fingers slowly.
Kim's breathing got deeper and louder.  She was enjoying our fingers.
Mistress President put two fingers on Kim's exposed clittie.  One
fingertip on each side.  She rubbed that clittie up and down once.
Then she got a small dab of butter on her fingertips and returned them to
Kim's passion button.  She began to rub it back and forth, slowly,
then faster, then slowly, then faster.  Kim began to rock.  Her orgasm was
beginning to build.  Mistress President told us to wiggle our fingers
as fast as we could.  She rubbed Kim's clittie very hard and very fast,
bringing Kim to the edge of ecstasy and she stopped.  She told us to
stop.  She asked Kim if she would try to push the candle out any more.
Kim said no.  She asked Kim if she wanted to cum.  Kim said yes.  We
were told to take our fingers out.  Mistress President told Kim to
reach her hands between her legs and finish finger fucking her disobedient
cunt.  Kim reached up for her cunt and buried one finger in her hole
and pumped it while she rubbed her clit with the other hand.  She pumped
and rubbed feverishly for a few moments, arching her back to push her cunt
in and out.  She stopped pumping and rubbed her clit to satisfaction.
When she caught her breath, she was told to stand up on the table to
curtsy.  She curtsied and thanked the sisters.  Mistress President
assured us that they would find some misdeed to get one, or more, or
all of us up on the table every morning.  We helped Kim get down off the
table.  Mistress Janet told Kim to bend over.  She took the candle out
of Kim's tail, wiped it on a napkin and stuffed it back into Kim's
creamed cunt.  We were told to sit down and have breakfast (we would
need lots of energy later).  When one sister was finished with her
breakfast, she got up to leave.  She came behind us and told us to
stand up and bend over.  We moved our chairs back, stood up and bent over
holding the edge of the table.  Lynn was in the middle and I could see
her big tits dangling down.  The sister reached in between Lynn and I
and squeezed my tit and then Lynn's.  Then she reached in between Kim
and Lynn to squeeze one of Kim's titties and Lynn's other tit.  She
told Mistress President that Lynn was almost like a cow ready for milking.
Everyone laughed and someone said that Lynn would be taken care up.

The sister let go of Lynn's tit and slapped our asses, once on each cheek.
Then she told us to sit down and finish breakfast.  Our breakfast was
interrupted three more times for sisters to leave.  All of them
slapped our tails, none of them squeezed our tits.  When we were finished we
had to wait for everyone else to finish.  Then Mistress President told us
to stand and bend over again.  The sisters filed past us, giving us each
a slap on each bare asscheek before they left.  Mistress President
pulled out my candle, rubbed my clittie a little bit, delivered her slaps and
did the same to Lynn and Kim. Then she told us to was all the dishes
and report to the living room.  She whispered in my ear that she would
personally work on my titties.

We washed a lot of dishes that morning.  When we finished we went to
the living room.  The sisters were sitting there doing various Sunday
morning activities (reading the newspaper, watching TV, do class
assignments,etc).  They sort of ignored us as we went to the center of
the room and just stood around waiting for them to say something.
Finally Mistress President finished reading her section of the
newspaper, looked up to see us, and called for everyone's attention.
She told us the sisters had some special presents for us.  Our
mistresses came to us holding three covered platters, one for each of
us.  Mistress Barbara lifted the cover of the platter in front of me.
There on the platter were two dildos, a big one about twelve inches
long, and a small one only about six inches long and thinner than the
first.  Mistress President told us that these were ours to keep, and
to use whenever we needed relief.  She told us that for pledge week we
were to carry them with us whenever we went out and to keep them handy
whenever we were in the house.  She told us to turn around, to bend
over with our hands on our knees, our chest parallel to the floor and our
legs spread wide.  In this position I could see Lynn's massive tits
swaying as she spread her legs.  What little tittie Kim and I had were
also dangling down, but not moving.  Mistress Barbara took the large
dildo and rubbed the tip up and down my slit.  Then she put it
lengthwise so that it touched me from my clit to my asshole.  She
rotated it, the plastic pulled at my cunt lips.  She stopped.  One of
Kim's mistresses said that Kim needed some lubrication and Mistress
Barbara said I could use some too.  Someone brought them something.
Mistress President told us that this lubricant was not as greasy as
the stuff they had used on our asses but was better for our future
activities.  As Mistress Barbara was smearing it across my whole slit,
I could smell strawberries.  Mistress Barbara made sure that my cunt and
ass were sufficiently lubed by inserting her finger as deep as she
could into both of my exposed holes.  She took the large dildo and again
rubbed it along my slit, gently pushing it against my cunthole and
asshole, trying to remind me what those holes were for.  She pointed
the dildo at my cunthole and twisted it around.  She pushed it halfway in.
I did not resist because her rubbing was showing me I could like this
kind of toying around.  She again twisted it around.  It felt good to
have this hard rod in my love tunnel, gently turning, going where my
mistress wanted it to go, never softening.  She pushed it all the way
in and slapped my asscheeks.  Mistress Karen took the other dildo and
rubbed its smaller tip against my asspucker.  She wasn't satisfied
with the lube job I had received so she applied a second coat of that
strawberry gel to my asshole.  She put the tip of the dildo in the
center of my backdoor and slowly worked it around and around, pushing
it in a little deep with each circle.  She was opening my ass with that
fake cock.  When she had it in a ways, she held me around the waist
and with one quick push she buried the dildo in my tail.  I could feel the
knurled base of the dildo between my sphincter muscles.  If it went in
any deeper it wouldn't come out.  She bent down to tell me that she
wasn't going to get it stuck in me.  She told me to push it out
slowly.

I squeezed my insides to push this little probe out.  It felt very
sexy to have both holes occupied and any movement of these probes made me
even hotter.  The dildo slowly eased out and Mistress Karen kept it
from falling.  She pushed it back in, not all the way but deep enough to
increase my desire.  We repeated pushing it in and pushing it out for
a little while until I knew I would have to do something to quench my
thirst for orgasm.  She pushed it in and told me to stand up.  We
stood there facing the sisters, legs spread, cunt and ass occupied with hard
fake cocks.  Our mistresses were instructed to show us how good the
dildos could really feel.  Mistress Barbara put her hands down to my
cunt and Mistress Karen to my ass.  They pulled out the dildos just
enough to twist the base and start them vibrating.  I had never felt
anything jiggle me that sensuously.  I didn't know what pleasures they
would bring but I didn't want to stop.  We just stood there, letting
these vibrators work on our insides.  My breathing was getting
shorter, I was feeling hotter.  I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.
Each movement shifted the sensations in my fuckholes.  My orgasm was
building, I couldn't control it.  I began to grind my hips, shifting
my jiggling intruders.  The sisters were giggling and laughing and making
comments about our lewd gyrations.  I closed my eyes and concentrated
on enjoying the waves of orgasm that began to wash thru my body.  Wave
after wave of crashing pleasure dropped me to my hands and knees.  I
loved it, I was cumming, creaming.  This was real satisfaction.

Unlike guys that stop when they've cum, my dildos kept on vibrating,
extending my pleasure longer than I had ever creamed before.  Someone pulled the
dildos out, turned them off and pushed them back in to fill my love
holes again.  I collapsed on the floor and was soon joined by my
exhausted fellow pledges.  When I recovered I waited for Kim and Lynn
before we all stood up.  It felt very sexy to be curtsing with my cunt
and ass full of fake cock, so at my lead we did it very slow.  At the
bottom of our curtsy we thanked them for our presents and the great
orgasms that they give.  Mistress President told us to take the dildos
out and put them on the platters on the sideboard.  I slowly withdrew
my new pleasure toys and we went to the sideboard to find three platters
each had one of our names on it.  We placed our dildos on the
appropriate platter and returned to the sisters.

For the rest of the day we were cleaning ladies.  We cleaned
everything in that house except Mistress President's bedroom and the basement
storeroom.  Every once in a while some sister would come to check up
on our work.  They would usually complain about something we already
cleaned and have us clean it again.  But occasionally they would want
to punish one of us.  They would have us get into our standard punishment
position.  Bent over, legs spread, holding our ankles, our cunts and
asses available for anything they wanted to do.  They would spank us
and give our clitties a good rubbing.  After lunch we were cleaning the
main staircase and two sisters came to punish us.  They brought our large
dildos with them.  They had us get into our position and they inserted
the dildos into Kim and I. They gave us ten slaps on our upturned
asscheeks.  Then they told us to kneel down in front of Lynn and face
each other.  Lynn's dildo was turned on and inserted into her waiting
cunt.  Then she was told to raise up, put her arms around Kim and I
and rest on our shoulders.  When she did, our faces were so close, the
temptation to kiss was almost overpowering.  Kim and I were told to
take hold of Lynn's massive tits and give her a gentle 'milking' while the
two sisters would give her cunt a good 'creaming'.  We reached for
Lynn's tits.  They were big and soft to the touch but with an
underlying firmness that was great to squeeze.  We squeezed them and pulled on
them for a while before the sisters began spanking Lynn's fleshy cheeks.
Lynn began moaning with the playful slaps on her ass, or the vibrating
probe in her cunt, or our tender pulls on her tits.  The sisters
giggled and mentioned that it didn't take much to get Lynn creamy.  They
stopped spanking her and began to play with the dildo.  They took turns
twisting it and pumping it in and out of her love hole.  Lynn's moanings became
louder and longer and she was grinding her ass against their cunt
probings.  Another sister came in and told them to hurry and finish
creaming Lynn's cunt.  One sister stopped playing with the dildo and
applied another coat of strawberry grease to Lynn's asspucker.  She
had the other sister stop moving the dildo so she could get her finger
worked into Lynn's backdoor.  Then they resumed pumping the dildo in
and out.  With a finger up her ass and a twelve inch vibrating dildo
pumping her cunt, it didn't take long for Lynn to cum.  As soon as she came,
the sisters pulled out of her holes.  Lynn stood up, curtsied and thanked
the sisters.  They told us to stand up.  Then they told Lynn to
retrieve our dildos.  They told Kim and I to get back to work and they took
Lynn away.  After a while we saw Lynn get escorted to another part of the
house.  Her nipples were very pink and very very broad.  This was the
first time I ever saw them not erect.  They were broader and pinker
than I ever thought nipples could be.  There were pink areas covering her
pubic mound and her asscheeks as well.  Later two other sisters came
in.

They said that they had to do this quickly.  They inserted my dildo
into my cunt and had me kneel down.  They had Kim bend over to hug me and
rest on my shoulder.  They told me to hold Kim's small titties.  They
told Kim to spread her legs very wide.  They applied a coat of
strawberry lubricant all over Kim's crotch.  One sister worked her
finger into Kim's backdoor.  The other sister turned on Kim's dildo
and proceeded to turn on Kim with the dildo up her twat.  They worked on
her very quickly, pumping and probing to make her cum.  I softly caressed
her tender titties without being told to.  They were not very large
like Lynn's but definitely enough to fill my hands.  I rubbed them ever so
gently, not wanting to hurt Kim at all.  I wanted her to feel good
about her tits.  I knew the sisters were making her cunt and ass feel good.
When she came, the sisters stood her up and she curtsied to thank
them.

They told her to retrieve my dildo.  Kim reached into my opened slit
and slowly pulled the dildo from my juicy cunt hole.  She stroked it
across my eager clit as she brought it out.  She smiled knowing that I would
enjoy it.  The sisters took her away and left me to continue cleaning.
After a while I also saw Kim being escorted to another part of the
house.  She too did not have erect nipples now despite the extremely
sexy things that were being done to us.  Then my mistresses and two
other sisters came to me.  My mistresses put me into my punishment
position and knelt down to hold me the way Kim and I held Lynn, tit
pulling and all.  They reminded the other sisters not to take too
long.

I smelt strawberries as a girl's hand applied a coat of grease to my
open cunt and ass.  She quickly rubbed it up and down my slit,
plunging two fingers into my twat before she settled down to probe my anal
cavity.  The other sister applied the vibrating dildo directly onto my
tender clittie.  The sensations almost made me cum right then.  She
backed off, drawing the tip of the dildo back across my open fuck hole
to rub around the other girl's finger.  She applied a forward pressure
as she slit it toward my clit, opening my cunt lips and driving that
vibrating implement deep into my cunt.  It tingled me, not just my
clit or my cunt lips.  It seemed to send it sensuous vibrations throughout
my entire body.  She pumped it in and out.  The other sister probed my
asshole in and out.  My mistresses squeezed and pinched my tiny
titties.

I got lost in the overpowering tingles until I came.  I could feel my
cum oozing out as the sister withdrew the dildo.  Then the other
sister pulled me up by the shoulder and pushed her finger even deeper into my
ass.  She told me she could tell from last night that I really enjoy
taking things up my ass.  She quickly popped her finger out leaving my
ass feeling empty.  I turned, curtsied and thanked them.  They took my
arms and led me upstairs to the shower room.  Outside in the hall,
Lynn and Kim were bent over and their dildos were sticking out from their
cunts.  Their asscheeks were pink from a recent spanking.  I was
instructed to pull out the dildos very slowly.  The sisters took the
dildos from me and sent me into the shower room.  Mistress President
and Mistress Janet were waiting for me.  They told me that there were to
be more pictures and inspections and measurements.  I was told to get
into the shower area and stand against the back wall arms straight out to
the sides and my legs spread as far as possible.  One picture.  They told
me that these polaroid pictures would remain in the sorority files until
I left and that no one but sisters would see them.  They told me to turn
around.  Another picture.  They told me to backup and bend over to
grab the bottom rail.  Third picture, with my titties, my cunt and my ass
in full view.  They told me to reach up with one hand to finger my cunt.
Another picture.  They told me to sit down with my legs spread and
bent.

They told me to pull my cunt lips wide open to show off my eager fuck
hole.  Another picture (close up).  They gave me my dildo and told me
to stick it in about half way.  Another picture.  All these sexy poses
made me feel horny again, thinking I wanted to show off like this to lots
of people.  They told me to get up on the examination table with my feet
up in the stirrups.  Mistress President told me that now she would take
care of my tits.  She told me that the next measurement would be how
long it would take for me to cum without anything in my cunt.  She
would just massage my tits.  She took out an electric massage unit, the kind
that straps on the back of your hand and makes your hand vibrate.

With Mistress Janet watching my cunt to photograph any cream oozing out and
timing me with her stopwatch, Mistress President began to massage my
breasts.  She started with the vibrator on low and gently, slowly
covered my entire chest.  When I lay on my back I really don't have
any tits at all, but she would pull my tit flesh together with both hands
and rub it a squeeze it with her vibrating hand.  She would poke her
fingertip against my erect nipples, rubbing them round and round.  She
turn up the speed of the vibrator and repeated her work.  It took a
while but eventually I felt the pleasures building inside my cunt.

This was longer than any sexual buildup I had ever felt but it also felt
deeper and more complete than anything else.  I wanted to cum.  I
moved my hips, but there was no cock or hand or tongue to rub against.  I
moved my hand down to finger myself but Mistress Janet pushed it away.
Mistress President turned up the speed to high and concentrated on my
left breast.  Her hand covered my entire tit.  She pressed against me.
The vibrations shook my entire body.  She put her other hand on my
other nipple and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger.  She switched
tits.  I wanted to cum.  There were waves of tingles running up and
down my body.  As they went down thru my cunt I could feel my inner walls
tightening, wanting to hold something.  Wanting to cum.  Suddenly
there were two vibrating hands covering my tits.  Pushing hard, rubbing
faster, tingling everything.  My entire body tensed.  My cunt walls
squeezed.  I came, and came, and came.  It was the longest deepest
orgasm I had ever had.  A dam must have burst inside me.  I was oozing
cum, cum, cum and more cum.  I was oozing out of my hole and down
across my asspucker and down onto the table.  Mistress Janet took a picture
of my hot slick creamy cunt hole.  After I rested, they helped me stand
up.

I began to curtsy, but them stopped me, saying that I wasn't finished
yet.  They told me to bend over the table.  My mistresses came in, and
Mistress President told them that I had enjoyed the tit orgasm and
that they should punish me appropriately.  Mistresses Barbara and Karen
moved to each side of me and began spanking my bare ass.  Their slaps left
tender pink hand prints on my cheeks.  Mistress Janet told them that I
needed lots of color for the last picture.  They sharpened their
blows, making my ass tingle all over.  When they finished I had the hottest,
reddest ass in the whole house and Mistress Janet took a picture of it
for the files.  Then Mistress President told me to get back up on the
table, with my legs up and cunt open.  She told me that the last
measurement would be of how long I took to make myself cum with the
hand massager.  She strapped it onto my right hand and told me to stick two
fingers into my creamy cunt.  I pushed my fingers between my puffy
cunt lips and into my steamy love hole.  Mistress Janet pushed my hand
deeper and turned the vibrator on full force.  There was instant pleasure as
those strong vibrations hit my clittie and wiggled my fingers.  It
took less than a minute before I was bucking against my hand and fingers,
pumping my eager love hole.  Cumming again and again.  I was drenched
in sweat.  My crotch covered with my cream.  They pulled my hand from my
cunt and took off the vibrator.  They told me to lick my cum from my
fingers.  It tasted hot and thick but very good.  I stood up, curtsied
and thanked them for a very creamy orgasm.  They told me to take a
quick shower before going down to dinner.  In the shower I noticed that my
nipples were no longer erect, they were broad, pink, and soft and very
tender to the touch.  My ass was tender and bright red.  And my cunt
had a warm glow all of its own.

We had dinner, and we went through what was to be a normal mealtime
ritual.  As each sister left, we were to stand up at our places, bend
over to lean on the table.  Each sister would have a chance to fondle
us, pinch us, spank us or insert various items into our cunts.  After
dinner we cleaned up the dishes and were allowed to do whatever school
work we needed to.  Of course we had to do it sitting in the center of
the living room, stark naked, ready for the sisters to demand
something.

Kim was required to spread out and use her large dildo on her cunt.
The sisters called out instructions, such as when to push it against her
clit and how hard, when to plunge it into her love hole and how fast
to pump it until she came.  Later Lynn was ordered onto her hands and
knees.  A sister got both of Lynn's dildos and knelt down behind her.
The sister applied a coat of strawberry lubricant to Lynn's ass.  She
turned on the small vibrator and inserted it into Lynn's tail.  The
large dildo was turned on and Lynn was told to reach between her legs
to get the dildo and to fuck herself with it.  It didn't take long before
Lynn look like some wild animal, down on all fours, bucking with
sensual pleasure.  It made me so hot, I could hardly wait for them to command
me to cum.  But at ten o'clock, Mistress President stood up and announced
that it was bedtime for us.  Our mistresses took us by the arms and
led us up the stairs to the bedroom.  Kim and Lynn were taken into the
bedroom and my mistresses took me to Mistress President's bedroom.

They each gave me a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze on my ass and they left
me standing there.  After Mistress President finished her part of the
goodnight ritual, she came to me.  She opened the door and motioned me
into her bedroom.  She had a large four poster bed.  She told me to
stand at the end of the bed while she prepared for me.  She opened her
dresser and took out some things.  She tossed them onto the bed and
brought a fur lined belt to me.  She buckled the belt around my slim
waist.  She said she was lucky I wasn't any smaller or the belt would
not hold me.  She told me to sit on the edge of the bed.  She pulled a
chain from one bedpost and clipped it to the side of the belt.  She
did the same for the other bedpost to the other side of the belt.  She
tightened the chains so I could not move anywhere without taking the
belt off.  She told me to lay back.  She went to the side of the bed
and pulled my right arm up over my head and buckled a fur lined strap
around my wrist.  She clipped another chain to that strap.  She repeated it
for my left arm.  She tightened the chains until my arms were spread out,
unable to move.  She lowered the lights and went to the foot of the
bed.

She lifted my right leg and buckled another furry strap to my ankle
and clipped a chain to it.  This time she tightened the chain before going
to my other leg.  When she finished my left leg, I was chained down,
unable to move with my legs high and wide open.  She openned her
bathrobe and let it drop to the floor, revealing her very bare body.
She came to the side of the bed and sat next to me.  She leaned over
and kissed my cheek.  She asked me if it hurt to be chained like this.
"No, it doesn't hurt.  Mistress President", I said.  "The Mistress
President title is for outside," she said, "In here you can call me Renee."

She pressed her lips to mine.  Her tongue peeked thru to tease my lips
open.  She began to explore my mouth with her tongue.  I had to
respond, I could not resist pushing my tongue back at her.  Once our tongue
were intertwined she moved her hands down to my titties.  Her fingertips
lightly stroked my small mounds, lingering on my ever hardening
nipples.

I had never had anyone kiss me so lovingly.  I was getting hot and
very wet.  Renee lifted up and told me to relax.  She said she was going to
take a long time to make love to me.  She was going to make me cum
over and over again.  She pinched my nipples and stood up.  She went to the
foot of the bed and began to stroke my legs.  Goosepimples covered my
legs as she lightly stroked from my ankles to my crotch.  I wanted her
to stroke my cunt, but she avoided touching me there.  She began to
give me tiny kisses, starting at my ankles and slowly working her way down
the back and inside of my left legs.  She got ever so close to my
cunt.

I wanted her to kiss me there.  She blew air across my eager slit and
went on to kiss my right leg from crotch to ankle.  She was teasing
me, making me hotter with very little kiss, wanting her more with every
little lick of her tongue.  She came and sat down beside me again.
She lowered her head to my chest and covered my titties with the same
gentle kisses and tiny tongue flicks.  I had always been nervous that boys
would not like my tiny titties and here was a lovely lady applying
more affection to my titties than any boy had ever done.  I knew I would
have to pay her back.  She took my left nipple in her mouth and sucked on
it.

I arched my back to push as much tittie into her mouth as possible.
She lifted her head and giggled.  She asked me if I liked having my
nipples sucked by a girl.  I told her that it felt great the way she did it.
She repeated her tender sucking on my right nipple.  I moaned and
pushed my tittie towards her.  SHe sucked and sucked and made me feel so
good.

I wanted her to love my titties so much.  She stopped.  I fell back on
the bed.  She leaned over me more and lightly brushed her erect
nipples across my lips.  I never tasted a girl's breast before.  I hesitated
as her right nipple crossed my lips.  As her left nipple came into touch
I parted my lips and let the tip of my tongue poke out to taste her nub.
She pulled back and told me there would be time for that later.  "Now
it is time for me to taste you.  I have wanted to eat your cunt since
Barbara first stripped your crotch bare.  After shaving you, we all
licked our fingers after dipping them into your hole, but now I am
going to taste you first hand so to speak."  She went to the foot of the bed
and knelt down at my cunt.  She leaned forward and gently kissed my
cunt.  She turned her head and resumed her tiny kisses to the inside
of my thighs, teasing me again.  I wanted her to lick me, but she kept
kissing my thighs.  "Please lick me, Renee" I pleaded.  She knew she
was making me hornier than ever by getting so close to my love center and
yet not touching it.  She kissed along the side of my slit, across the
top of my pubic mound and down the other side of my wanting slit.  She
pulled my cunt lips open and pressed her lips to my clittie.  She had
driven me so close with her kisses that the feel of her lips on my
passion button pushed me to the very edge.  I arched my back as best I
could to push my cunt against her face.  She parted her lips and
flicked her tongue at my button.  She licked at my button as lovingly as she
had worked on my nipples.  She pulled my lips wider and pressed her lips
around my button again.  She parted her lips and sucked at my clit.  I
went right over the edge.  I bucked.  I moaned.  But most of all I
CAME. Each suck sent a wave of pleasure through me.  I squirmed, she sucked,
I came.  My cum was oozing out of my hole.  Renee stopped.  She stroked
a finger through my slit from asshole to clit.  She brought it to her
mouth and licked my cum off it.  She giggled "I am going to enjoy this
meal."  I had just ended one set of orgasmic contractions in my cunt,
pushing my juices out.  Renee lowered her head and stroked her tongue
along the same path her finger went.  Shivers ran through me.  "Very
tasty indeed" Renee said as she lifted her head.  "Eat me, please eat
me, Renee."  She lowered her head and started her tongue at my
asshole.

Slowly she licked my cum covered slit.  With my lips pulled open she
had complete access to my love hole.  Renee licked around it cleaning my
lips.  She licked across my clit sending more shudders of pleasure
through me.  She ran the tip of her tongue around the entrance to my
love tunnel.  She pushed forward slowly shoving her tongue into me.  I
ached for the pleasure of her tongue and now she was giving it to me.
She pushed as deep into my hole as her tongue could go and held it
there letting me feel her.  She began to wiggle the tip, probing, search for
more of my love cream.  Her probing tongue was getting me to make more
cum than she was licking out.  She pulled out and lapped at my oozing
cream, stroking her tongue against my slit.  Her tongue action was
building another orgasm.  I arched my back.  I could resist helping
her lick me.  I loved what she was doing to my cunt.  She poked her tongue
in me again and I came.  It felt like a flood of cum was let go.  I
was cumming.  I squirmed, I cried out and Renee kept wiggling her tongue
in me.  I collapsed overcome with pleasure.  Renee pulled back.  She said
"You are the tastiest cunt we've ever had in this house."  She lowered
her head back to my crotch and slowly lapped up the cum oozing out of
my hole.  After gently licking me clean Renee got up.  She stood up and
went to her dresser.  She poured some water from a pitcher into a
washbasin.  She brought the basin and sat beside me.  Renee rinsed a
cloth in the water and wiped the sweat from my face.  She leaned close
and kissed my cheek.  I inhaled the sweet musky smell of my sex on her
face.  I turned my head and met her lips.  We pushed together and our
tongues engaged.  She tasted great.  She pulled back a bit and I
licked at her face, cleaning up my love cream.  She rinsed the cloth and
again wiped my face.  She put the basin away and came back to the bed.  She
climbed onto the bed an knelt next to me.  "Now that you've cum a
little, we can play other games" Renee said as she cupped her small
tits in her hands.  "They are small from all the running I do.  I had to
stop you from licking my nipples before because they are so sensitive and I
had to be sure you came first."  I looked up at this long lean body
and begged her "Please let me suck your nipples now."  Renee bent over to
dangle a small tit directly over my wanton mouth.  I lifted my head
and kissed her erect nipple.  She shuddered.  I openned my lips and let
the tip of my tongue meet her breast.  I moved the tip around her tight
nipple.  I had to suck on her.  I surrounded her nipple with my lips
and sucked the way boys had sucked on mine.  I grasped her nipple between
my teeth gently and laid back pulling her tit with me.  She pinched my
tit, "You are a naughty little bitch."  She pulled back.  "Do you like
sucking on a girl's tit?" she asked.  "I want to suck on you, Renee,
please give me your titties, I promise not to bite too hard."  She
leaned forward and pushed her other nipple into my open mouth.  I
sucked, I licked, I kissed her delicious tit.  It seemed like forever
with that female flesh in my mouth.  She pulled back.  "It's time to
make you cum again" she said as she straddled my chest.  Her tight
muscular tail was turned toward me.  She bent down, pulled my cunt
lips open and buried her tongue in my cunt.  I could see the entire area of
her clean shaven crotch.  Her puckered asshole, her glistening cunt,
and what Lynn had giggled about.  A small gold ring in her right labia.  I
had to taste her.  I lifted my head but I couldn't reach her.  I had
to fall back as Renee sucked on my clit.  She lifted her head and said
"You will get your chance to eat me later."  And she plunged her finger
into my hole.  Every inch of me was ready for a long slow building orgasm
and her sudden plunge into jump-started the process.  I was ready to cum
now.  All she had to do to cream me again was wiggle her finger.  She
seemed to understand.  She kept her finger still and slowly moved it
in and out, bringing me closer to the edge.  She pulled her finger out
and put her tongue in its place licking at my love juices.  Her hand moved
down to my asshole and pushed against it.  I loosened my backdoor
muscle.  I would let Renee go anywhere she want to go and now she
wanted to finger my tail.  She pushed in, picking up my readily available cum
as lubrication.  She twisted her finger in my tail and licked at my
cunt like a hungry animal.  She took my clit between her teeth and pulled
as she pulled her finger out of my tail.  I went right over the edge.  I
came.  Warmth, pleasure, waves of tingles covered me.  Renee pumped
her finger in and out of my ass to prolong my ecstasy.  I collapsed.  She
pulled her finger out of my tail and concentrated on licking up my
flowing juices.  When I recovered, she picked her head up and turned
to me.  "Do you still want a chance to taste me?" she asked.  "Yes,
Renee, I want to eat you, I want to lick your juices."  She pushed back
lowering her cunt, openning her legs and brought her cunt within
reach.

I lifted up my head and pressed my lips against hers.  Hot, juicy,
musky smelling cunt.  I rubbed my face against her slit, covering my face
with her juices.  She pushed back letting me rest my head back on the bed
and still have her in reach.  I openned my mouth and let my tongue go
straight for her treasure.  I poked it between her lips and into her
creamy love hole.  She moved her hips almost like a girl rides a cock.
I pulled back, took a deep breath and went for her clit.  My tongue
probed for her passion button and rubbed it around and around when it
was located.  I sucked her clit between my lips and she arched away in
ecstasy.  As she came back I stuck my tongue out and tried to broaden
it as much as possible.  As her lips and my tongue came in contact, I
slowly moved my tongue from her clit along her slit as far as I could
reach, and settled on her ring.  I flicked my tongue against her ring.
I sucked it into my mouth and pulled her lip with it.  I let go and
returned my tongue to her love hole.  Her cream was sweet and musky.
I licked her, I lapped at her love juices.  She moved her hips and
rubbed her luscious cunt against my tongue and lips until she was satisfied.
She leaned forward to rest.  Her head was between my legs and her
hands were cupping my asscheeks.  Her legs spread wider to rest her body
against mine.  After a while she climbed off and sat next to me.  She
stroked her hand against my cheek.  "You are a very good cunt licker.
Do you like the taste of girls?"  Renee asked.  "I love the taste of
your cunt."  I replied.  She licked my cheek.  "Your mistresses are
going to have a lot of fun with you this week."  "Do they like licking
cunts too?"  I asked.  Renee laughed.  "We all love eating cunt and
most of us love cock as well."  She unstrapped my wrists and we hugged and
kissed.  She stood up and went to the foot of the bed.  She unstrapped
my ankles and lowered my legs.  She knelt down and kissed my cunt.
She unbuckled the belt and put it back in her drawer.  She helped me stand
up and we hugged.  My face was at just the right height to kiss and
suck her tits again.  "My, you are a hungry little lady.  Do you want to go
back to your bedroom or (long pause) do you want to spend the night
here in my bed?"  Renee asked.  I moved my hand to her cunt and probed for
her ring.  I pulled on it to give my answer.  We spent several hours
kissing, licking, fingering, loving each other.  Our last sixty-nine
session was so exhausting that I just rolled off her and we fell
asleep. My mistresses woke us up in the morning and led me off to finish my
weekas their very willing sex partner.

The END

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