Ten Days in Another Town
Day Five
There were no windows in my little room so it was difficult to know the time
of day. However, I didn’t need the morning sun to wake me as the sound of a
siren blasted me awake.
Stumbling to my feet, I blinked as the lights suddenly flashed on and looked
around, confused and disorientated. Throughout the night, I had slept with
my hands over my head with only one during the night incident that caused
pain to my balls.
The door opened and Clara Kent strode in. Her fingers moved on her belt and
I screamed with pain. Mercifully, it was just a short burst.
"You will always be on your knees when a woman enters the room." Quickly, I
scrambled to my knees, looking up at her. Today she wore a short grey skirt,
dark stockings, black high heels and a white smock. Her glasses glinted in
the harsh light and her dark hair hung loose to her shoulders.
"Run to the bathroom, shave your face and head, shower and run back here.
You have five minutes."
Frantically, I ran down the corridor, quickly shaved, dashed under the
shower and ran back, still a little wet. Clara was looking at her watch as
I fell to my knees in front of her. "Just made it," she said.
Sammie walked in with a tray, grinning when she saw me on the floor. "I’ll
just leave it here," she said, giggling as she placed the tray on the floor
in front of me.
Clara pointed at the bunk as she snapped rubber gloves on. "Lie on the
bunk." I looked up at her as she held a battery powered razor in her hands.
"Legs apart." Embarrassed, I spread my legs and Clara quickly removed the
stubble from my groin. As she did, my cock rose to attention and Sammie,
watching from the end of the bed, laughed.
"Pay attention," Clara snapped to Sammie. "You’ll be doing this from
tomorrow until his behaviour is modified completely."
"I can shave," Sammie said. "I can do that. It’s not hard. Though, he is,"
she added, laughing.
Clara snapped the gloves off and handed the shaver to Sammie. "Here. For
tomorrow. Right," she turned to me, "you may eat." I slipped to the floor
and started picking the fruit up with my hands when I felt another extreme
blast of pain to my balls.
"Aggh!" I screamed, looking up at her when it finally stopped.
"No hands," she said calmly. "Use only your mouth and tongue."
With both women watching, broad smiles on their faces, I knelt over the tray
and lapped the food up like the animal I had become.
"Obedient, isn’t he," observed Sammie.
Clara tapped the controller. "This is a wonderful persuader. Soon, we won’t
need it."
I followed Clara to same room where I had endured the video conference with
Verity and was left on my knees in the centre of the room, facing a desk.
A few moments later, the Doctor appeared, dressed in a similar fashion to
Clara. "I’m Marilyn Rome," she said calmly. "You will address me as Madam.
Do you have a problem with that?"
I eyed the controller on her belt. "No, Madam," I said quickly as she sat
behind her desk.
"Let me explain what will happen. You are going to learn new skills and
acquire new behaviours. You have no choice in any of this. Your opinion will
not be sought and any attempt to object or fight back will be treated
harshly. You have no rights and you are regarded to be on the same level as
a pet dog. Understand?"
"Yes, Madam," I said, my stomach churning as I looked up at this powerful
woman.
"Good. Sit in the chair facing the screen." As I scrambled into the chair,
she continued. "I understand you are not very effective at cunnilingus." I
furrowed my brow in puzzlement. "Pussy licking," she explain, exasperated.
"Going down. Giving head. Whatever, but you aren’t good at it! Is that
correct?"
I lowered my head. "Yes, Madam."
"I thought so. Watch the screen." For the next hour, I watched a clinical
discussion on female sensuality and genitals. Embarrassed, I stole a look at
Marilyn Rome who appear not at all fussed by it at all and was doing some
paperwork.
Suddenly, on the screen a demonstration by a young male on how to lick a
pussy to cause orgasm. "Watch this carefully, "Doctor Rome snapped. She didn
’t have to tell me, my cock was rock hard and I was shifting uncomfortably
in my seat.
Marilyn switched the set off and looked down at me. "You’re hard. Did that
arouse you?"
Blushing, I nodded. "Yes, Madam."
"Good. Kneel." As I did she walked to a cupboard, took something out and
returned. Placing an object of the chair, I was shocked to see it was a
faithful reproduction, made out of some kind plastic, of a woman’s pussy!
"Hands behind your back. Now, remember what you’ve seen. Start licking
here," her pointer indicated the spot. After an hour, my jaws and tongue
were aching but she did not allow me any rest.
Clara and Jenny wandered through and, to my humiliation, watched while I
licked the plastic pussy. When I was not performing satisfactorily, I
received a short burst on the controller and that certainly focussed my
efforts.
"Right," Marilyn said while I crouched with a hard on and burning balls. "He
’s at the first level. Who’s got him now?"
"Me," Clara said quickly. I followed Clara’s swinging ass in the grey skirt
down the corridor to an elevator and Clara punched the buttons. The elevator
walls were mirrored and I cringed in embarrassment at my naked reflection,
shorn head and groin with a clearly exposed pointing erection.
Clara saw my discomfort and smiled. "Never mind, puppy. You’ll get used to
it. All of it." The doors opened and we were in a brighter cleaner area of
the building. She unlocked a door in the corridor and I followed her into
what appeared to be a small apartment, like a hotel room.
I saw her fingers on the controller and I quickly knelt. Smiling, she sat on
the edge of the bed and I gazed at her legs in the sheer nylon as she
slipped her shoes off. "Now, for another lesson. You must always ask
permission, puppy. We like it, it’s sexy. So, you start at the feet." I
leaned forward and received a short blast from the controller.
She glared at me as I writhed in pain. "Didn’t you hear what I said, you
pathetic fool! Ask! Every step of the way! Now, get up!"
"Please, Madam," I asked, trembling on my knees, "May I kiss your feet?" I
waited, staring intently at her hands and the controller.
"You may, little puppy," she giggled and I leaned forward, hands behind my
back so I wouldn’t give myself a burst of pain and gently kissed her feet.
"Mm," she murmured. "Good little puppy. Now, suck my toes." Humiliated, I
slipped the nylon toes of one foot into my mouth and sucked. Clara laughed.
"That tickles. Kiss my knees."
My cock was throbbing as I kissed her knees, my lips running over the sheer
black nylon of her hose. Her legs drifted apart and I found myself staring
up her grey skirt and the blackness of her panties. The sight of the black
lace stocking tops jolted my cock and I felt I was on the edge of orgasm.
My eyes were drawn to the white flesh between the stocking tops and her
black lace panties and a delicate finger pointed to her stocking tops. I had
learnt my lesson.
"Please, Madam, may I kiss your stocking tops?" I croaked and I was rewarded
with a little giggle instead of a blast of pain.
"Yes, puppy." My lips closed on the nylon lace and I could feel the warmth
of her skin against my cheek and smell the intimate perfume of her pussy.
Her legs widened and she hitched her skirt up, a red fingernail against the
black of her panties gave me direction.
"Madam, can I kiss your panties?" I asked, my voice breaking with the
unrelieved tension.
"Yes, puppy," she breathed and I sank my face into the wet warmth of her
panties, her perfume surrounding my senses, my whole being.
Suddenly, she pushed me back and I rested on my heels, cock pulsing as she
stood up. "You’re going well for the first part," she said, unzipping her
skirt and laying it over the bed. I marvelled at the sight. White medical
smock, black garter belt, black lace panties and sheer black stockings.
"Take my panties off," she ordered and, my hands trembling with the
frustration, I reach up and gently eased the black lace panties down around
her ankles. I could see her wet pussy lips, puffy with desire, shiny pinkly
through her dark pubic hair.
Clara sat on the bed, took her glasses off, placing them on a bedside table
and then spread her legs. She looked down at me through heavy lidded eyes.
"Well?" she whispered.
"Please Madam," I croaked, my voice cracking with desire. "May I lick your
pussy?"
She nodded briefly and, with a sigh, sank back onto the bed, her legs
splayed for my attention. Recalling my lessons, I gently ran my tongue over
her lips and her thighs. I followed on, licking, nibbling and kissing and I
was rewarded with faint sighs above me.
My face wet with her juices, her taste dominating my sense, I increased the
tempo of my darting tongue as I explored her musky creases, folds and fleshy
tunnel until she suddenly stiffened, legs crushing my ears as she bucked to
orgasm, groaning her release.
Tenderly, I licked up her juices, cleaning the wetness until she pushed me
away.
"Acceptable," she said, reaching down for her panties. "You may leave and
wait in your room."
My cock was pulsing hungrily, in need, but she ignored it and I, dejectedly,
walked out of the room. My cock moved maddeningly as I walked down the
corridor to the elevator. Soon I was in my room, waiting, desperate for
relief.
Sammie walked in with a tray of food and I quickly fell to my knees.
"Been in training, eh," she said, putting the tray on the floor. "I can
smell the bitch on you from here." She leaned against the wall, watching me.
"Ok, eat."
Remembering last time, I slurped like an animal and Sammie giggled as I
snorted and licked my way through the food. Cautiously, I wiped my mouth and
looked up at her.
Sammie had a harsh smile on her black face. "They’ve got you, haven’t they,"
she said. "They’re going turn you into their puppy dog and there ain’t a
thing you can do about it!"
I blinked. She was right. There was nothing I could do about any of this, I
was totally under their control. Here I was naked, shorn head, shaven groin
, crawling on the floor with a hard on and eating food like a dog. Sadness
enveloped me, and I blinked back the bitter tears.
She reached out and slammed the door shut. With a quick movement, she slid
her smock up revealing her naked pussy with its sparse black hairs. "Well,
puppy dog, it’s been a while so lick on this. And if you don’t do a good
job, I’ll tell those bitches you tried to rape me." Sammie smiled coldly. "I
’d guess they’d cut your balls off for that. Lick!"
Panicking, I shuffled to her and forced my face against the smooth black
skin of her groin. A firm hand pushed me away and she strode to the bunk,
sitting down with legs spread. "Might as well get comfortable. C’mon, boy,"
she called. "get your white tongue over here and lick on some black pussy."
And I did.
My tongue, pink and fleshy against the blackness of her smooth skin, probed
and pushed into her crevasses and folds, tasting her juices and tantalising
her to new heights.
My whole body was straining with the urge to cum, teetering on the edge but
unable even to lightly touch my cock. A prisoner in an invisible jail.
Gasping, swearing and calling some man’s name out, Sammie came, legs
clamping my head deep into her juices. With disdain, she threw me back and
left me grovelling on the floor as she pulled her skirt down.
Without a backward glance, she left me on the floor, desperate with need, my
cock pulsing, throbbing and straining to cum. I heard the door slam and I
yearned for some relief. Desperately, I pushed my cock against the bunk and
tried to rub against the rough blanket, my pelvis thrusting obscenely in and
out.
"What are you doing!" Clara’s voice penetrated my fog of lust and, then,
that terrible pain hit my balls.
"Aagh!!" I screamed, rolling on the floor in agony but, somewhere in the
back of my mine, was the thought that at least this would destroy my hard on
and my urgent desire to cum.
"Exercise time, puppy," she laughed at my prostrate body. "Not the kind of
exercise you’d like.
I spent the rest of the day exercising and, that night after my short meal,
I collapsed into a deep sleep with haunting dreams of fucking a bodiless plastic
pussy.
