Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

[The Summary, Reviews and Ratings for Part 1 were lost when the site went down towards the end of 2009]

Summary

An obese young woman finds out to her cost the implications of her body modification. (Read Part 1 first, although a brief synopsis can be found in the subject’s (Victoria) own words in the first section of Part 3 leading to her move to the House.

Codes

M/f:M/f+:F/f:F/f+:F+/f:F+/f+:F/m:modification:D/s:BDSM:bondage:chastity belt:ScFi:fantasy:consensual:nc

The story is entire fantasy and there is no similarity with any person living or dead.

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 6

[Dave expects me to send him periodic updates on how I’m getting on during my time in the Program. I know he edits them, so I don’t know which parts you are able to read. Therefore, events may or may not be in actual chronological order]

I was woken by a knock on the wet room door. I had to get up to open it to let Anne in.

‘You were a long time with Linda’, I noticed.

‘Yes, I had an interesting chat with her after she came off the bench’, I replied, although I had no intention of passing on what Linda had told me to my Junior. The less she knew the better. What the eyes don’t see the heart doesn’t grieve about. I was getting a little tired of her moans and complaining.

‘I tried knocking your door a couple of times, but didn’t get an answer’.

‘I was having a nap as it’s been a trying day so far, and I felt tired’, I said.

‘You can say that again. My knees are raw, I’m aching all over, and my clit is on fire’, she said with real emotion in her voice, but not anger. It seemed she had realised after her experience with Lisa, that she could make things worse for herself if she pushed the boundaries. She was beginning to respect my authority, even though she resented being controlled by younger women.

‘I’ll examine your clitoris on the bench in the morning to see if its injured, and if it’s still sore I’ll apply salve to it and the rest of your vulva if necessary. I can’t do anything in the meantime’.

‘Thank you’, she replied.

‘Brooke has given Linda permission to sleep in my room tonight, and possibly tomorrow night too. She doesn’t want to be on her own’, I told her. Anne’s face fell a little on the news. ‘You can choose to sleep with us, there’s plenty of room on my bed, or you can sleep in yours, it’s up to you’.

‘I spent the last couple of hours preparing for the court appearance tomorrow afternoon, and I’ve got nearly everything ready, although my papers are in my briefcase at the office, so I’ve got to read over them first. I’m tired, and I need a good night’s sleep, as I have to be up early using public transport to travel in. I think it would be best if I slept in my own bed, Vicky’, Anne explained.

‘That’s fine, but my door will be closed after lights out, so make sure that you’ve been to the bathroom before then as I don’t want to be disturbed until after six tomorrow morning’.

‘That’s really what I came to see you about, please may I pee and shit? I’ve been holding on for an hour or two’.

I considered her request as I lay propped up on my bed, with her standing beside it. I looked her up and down. I decided that things should be done in a more ordered way from now on. It would be easier in the long run.

‘Go back to your room. I’ve got to see to something first’. Anne’s face was a picture. She obviously expected my permission immediately, and hadn’t expected to wait. She gave a little snort, turned on her heels, and left the room.

I phoned Linda’s room. When the girl answered, I told her what to do and she confirmed that it would be no problem.

I watched TV for about quarter of an hour until precisely three o’clock, then called Anne on the internal phone. In moments the wet room door was knocked, and I got up and let her in. She looked a little peeved at having been kept waiting.

There was a knock on my bedroom door. I told Anne to open it. She turned and said, ‘It’s Linda’.

‘Let her in then’ I said evenly. Anne complied, and Linda, on seeing me walked over and knelt, her nose touching my foot, palms flat on the floor, ‘Please Miss Victoria may I pee and shit?’.

Anne stared wide-eyed at the girl at my feet.

‘Fetch your penis’, I told her. Linda rose and ran out of the room and was back in seconds with the silver case in her hand, prostrating herself before me again.

‘Do you wish to see that I do it properly, as I’ve been trained Miss’, Linda asked submissively.

‘Yes’, I answered.

Linda got up quickly, and took the chair through to the wet room, followed by myself and Anne, whom I beckoned, placing it by the WC as she had done earlier.

I sat, turned towards Anne and said, ‘Squat by my side with your hands clasped behind your neck, and look and learn’.

Anne’s expression had to be seen to be believed, but she complied.

Linda stood, attached her penis after I touched her sensor, and peed, watched by the mature attorney. Anne gasped as Linda climbed onto the seat, and we watched the orifice open and a small turd popped out and dropped with a little splash into the water.

Linda climbed down, knelt and kissed both my feet, ‘Thank you for letting me pee and shit, Miss Victoria. Did I do it properly?’

‘It was fine Linda’.

‘Shall I go back to my room now Miss’ she enquired, lips still against my foot.

‘Not just yet girl, stand and wait by Anne’s bench’. Linda looked at the plaques and moved over to the correct bench.

I stood and walked to the centre of the room. ‘Get up and come here’, I told Anne who was still squatting, with her back to me, as she had been ordered.

‘Did you see what Linda said and did?’ I asked, staring up into her eyes.

‘Yes’.

Yes, what?’

‘Yes Miss’, she mumbled.

‘That’s exactly how you’re going to do it from now on, understood?’ There was an expression of near horror on Anne’s face, but eventually her jaw dropped and she nodded.

‘Did you want to ask me something’, I asked her, as I stood and waited.

Moments later, she was kneeling at my feet, ‘Please may I pee and shit Miss?’

I called Linda over. ‘Is she doing it correctly?’ Linda bent to the floor and looked at Anne.

‘Her nose isn’t touching your foot, Miss, and her hands aren’t flat on the floor with fingers spread. Her ass isn’t up high enough, and her knees are closed’.

‘See to it then Linda’.

Linda smacked Anne’s ass hard. ‘Adjust your position. Give Miss Victoria proper respect, quickly, she hasn’t got all day’. Anne spread her knees, lowered her head further until I could feel her nose on my foot’.

Linda got up and stepped back appraising the kneeling woman. ‘Knees wider’ she said. Anne complied. ‘It looks good Miss’.

‘Go ahead’ I said looking down at the back of the woman’s head.

‘Please Miss Victoria may I pee and shit?’ Anne uttered with quite some emphasis on the ‘please’.

Linda and I watched the attorney piss and shit for us, just as Linda had done. Anne took several minutes to empty her bowel, and she expelled a lot of material. She must have been feeling uncomfortable for a while.

When she had finished, I told Anne to take the chair back to my room and return to her’s, and that I would see her later. She looked truly humbled.

I smiled at Linda, and said, ‘See you later’.

Thank you Miss Vicky, she responded brightly, ‘glad to be of assistance’.  She returned to her room.

*****

I had been alone on my bed only a few minutes when my phone rang yet again. Brooke told me that I was wanted on the third floor landing and to come immediately.

I ran up the two flights of stairs to find Brooke and two completely naked women waiting for me. I had seen them both at dinner sitting on the third floor table.

‘Victoria, these are my two third floor Seniors, Emma and Helen’. They both nodded at me, but didn’t smile. Both were pretty. I nodded back.

Emma was taller than me, about five eight I thought, and looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her hair was dyed blonde with pale blue eyes. She had large firm tits with protruding nipples.

Helen was well over six feet with long legs, she towered over me. She had light brown hair, cropped short. She was very slim indeed, with hardly any breasts at all. I could see several of her ribs. Her mound was prominent as was her slit. It was difficult to gauge her age. Early to mid thirties perhaps, I guessed.

‘Emma’s going to introduce you to her Junior first, and then she’ll take you over to Helen so that you can meet her Junior. I can’t stay as I have some matters to deal with in the Basement, where I can be reached if necessary’.

Helen went into her room across the landing, and I accompanied Emma into her’s.

Standing to attention, with legs apart, waiting for us was an older woman. Her hair was dyed too, and she had pale green eyes. She was about the same height as Emma.

‘This is Siobhan, she’s Irish’, explained Emma. All of us on this landing have the same modifications as you will see shortly. Brooke wants you to be fully informed about them, because as a Senior you will have to deputise in our absence, and will need to know what to do, if one of our Juniors comes to you’.

‘Come’, she said to Siobhan, and she ushered me into the adjoining wet room. By now I was curious, as I couldn’t see any visible sign of any devices.

‘I haven’t had time to see to her yet, as I’ve been busy this morning so I suggested to Brooke that it would be convenient for you to come and watch’.

Emma picked up a ring gag off the bench, Siobhan opened her mouth and Emma expertly inserted the ring and fastened it. The woman’s pink tongue immediately appeared. It was long and sensuous as it began its curling up and down motion.

‘Help me get her secured please’, she asked, after she’d fixed Siobhan’s wrists in the clasps. I lifted one leg and Emma the other, and in a couple of seconds she lay there waiting’.

‘There’, said Emma, ‘I feel a little thirsty. She walked to her room and returned a minute or so later with two small soft drink bottles, handing one to me. I thanked her and we drank the contents, while Siobhan worked her tongue, her slit fully exposed, waiting for Emma to commence’.

The Senior was in no hurry. ‘How’s it going so far?’, she enquired.

‘Interesting, if not unbelievable’, I replied.

‘I gather you haven’t lived in one of these places before?’ I shook my head.

Emma said, ‘It’s my second, I was a Junior in the other, and it’s much better. Be sure to keep in Brooke’s good books, as you’re lucky to have come straight in as a Senior at your age and with no experience’.

‘I wasn’t meant to. Mistress Christine nominated Anne, but Brooke has got it reversed’, I explained.

‘Yes, I heard about that. Brooke has a mind of her own, and can be a little unpredictable’.

‘Let’s get on with it. Doing it every day makes it a matter of routine’.

The hapless Siobhan was concentrating on her tongue rhythm. Emma commented that she had it mastered, rarely getting any shocks, as she’d had a lot of experience.

‘She’s thirty eight, and has been in the Program fifteen years. This is her third or fourth House. It’s possible that Dave will authorise her release in the next year or two. She’s a High School English teacher’, Emma chuckled, ‘and she has some choice language sometimes. It’s a good thing she’s gagged on the bench’.

Siobhan had been exercising her tongue for several minutes already. Watching it curling inwards and up and down with its long tip was fascinating. I could imagine it probing my vagina like a snake. I tingled at the thought. I wondered if I had suppressed lesbian tendencies. Emma must have read my thoughts as I watched it.

‘Clits explode when she gets to work on them’, she smiled.

Emma bade me kneel in front of Siobhan’s exposed crotch. Even in that position, her slit was closed, and I could see nothing except a little of her hood at the top.

‘Spread it and have a look’, invited Emma. I glanced across at Siobhan, wondering what a High School teacher thought of being examined by a girl eleven years her junior who she could possibly have taught. She was looking at me, but I couldn’t tell what was going through her mind.

I placed my thumbs either side of her labia majora and drew them apart. I couldn’t wait to find out what lay within.

I parted them but only by an inch or so. There was nothing at all between them, only the peak of her clit hood at the top. All I could see was a narrow flat pink space, with a very faint darker line running down from the tip of the hood to the bottom of where her vulva should have been. I turned to Emma who was kneeling beside me, in surprise’.

‘That’s got you, hasn’t it?’ she exclaimed.

I nodded, looking back to where Siobhan’s cunt should have been.

Emma reached her hand forward. She placed her index fingertip on the top of Siobhan’s clit hood which was about an inch long, and drew it down along its length to the tip. Then, with the tip of her index fingernail pointing upwards she touched just below the base of the hood.

‘Look’, she said. On the end of her fingertip was a small tag of skin, less than a quarter of an inch long and even narrower, attached to the very tip of Siobhan’s clitoris hood. I was puzzled and looked at Emma.

‘You’d have missed that wouldn’t you’, she asked. ‘I have to draw my finger down her hood, before I can lift this little flap’.

I nodded again.

‘It has to be pulled away with a fingernail or something pointy like a pair of tweezers, if you have short nails’.

‘Hold it between the tips of your finger and thumb’, she told me.

It wasn’t easy to grip a tiny flap of skin so small but I managed it.

‘Now pull downwards gently’.

I did so, and to my amazement the skin parted to reveal more and more of Siobhan’s vulva within. I pulled the tag to the very bottom.

Siobhan’s labia minora were fused together and could be separated using the tag. Emma had me close and open it again. It was like zipping a dress, only this was a mature woman’s cunt.

Emma explained, ‘This modification denies access to the clitoris, the entire vulva and the vagina. When closed the clitoris hood cannot be retracted and the clit is trapped inside.

‘Wow, that’s amazing’, I gasped.

Our pee-holes have implants like yours, connected to our vaginas and clits.  Our vulvas cannot be opened fully unless we are secured on the bench, but Brooke and Mistress Christine can open them at any time.

‘Have a good look at her, then I’ll go into the practical details, so that you’ll know what to do when the time comes’.

I opened Siobhan’s vulva. It was quite big when stretched, but her inner lips were very small and narrow. She had quite a large pee-hole, much nearer her clit than the others I’d seen. The clit itself was average size when I lifted its hood. It was pointy and pink, with a prominent ridge around its base.

‘She’s very sensitive there, she orgasms in seconds’, added Emma, ‘you like me playing with it, don’t you, Siobhan?’ The woman nodded vigorously, her prominent tongue still curling up and down.

‘No time for that now, though’, said her Senior.

‘Close her up again’, for me to show you how it works.

I complied, zipping up the woman’s vulva until it was just a slit between her outer lips.

If she requests to play with her clit, she draws the tip of her little finger, only that one, down the length of the hood. If her request is granted, she can release the skin flap with her finger nail and draw it down about half an inch, but no more. That gives her access to her clit for about half an hour or until she orgasms, whichever comes first.

If she needs to pee, while on these premises, like all the other Juniors, she needs permission of her Senior, or any Senior, if hers isn’t available. She has to use the exact form of words you’ve been taught already by Sam. The Senior draws her finger up the length of the hood. It can then be opened as far as her pee-hole but no further. When she has finished peeing the vulva must be closed immediately else her stem gets shocked. To open and expose her completely on the bench I draw my finger down the length of the hood, so that she can be unzipped fully, as I did just now. Clear?’

It was a bit confusing, but I thought I understood, so I nodded at Emma.

‘Good’, she said, ‘two more things’...

‘Unless the clit is exposed it cannot be stimulated through the hood. Her implant prevents any stimulation, no matter who or what does it. So she can’t play with herself without causing pain’.

Emma lifted Siobhan’s ass, opened her hole with her thumbs and I saw that she was plugged in the same way as Melanie.

‘Touch her there when she asks for permission to shit’, Emma explained.

‘Yes, I’ve seen that type of plug on Melanie already’.

I watched Emma cleansing the woman’s fully opened cunt in exactly the same way as I did Anne’s and Linda’s. She did it quickly and efficiently. When she’d finished, she pinched Siobhan’s clit between finger and thumb and worked on it for a few moments. Siobhan climaxed quickly and violently, bucking on the bench. Emma removed her fingers suddenly. ‘I got quite a jolt that time’, she grinned.

The hapless Siobhan was released and her gag removed. She immediately knelt in front of her younger Senior.

‘I’ll take you through to Helen’s’, Emma said, ‘and then I have to take Siobhan to the Basement. Brooke is going to punish her’. Emma didn’t provide any more information about it.

She took me straight over to Helen, whose door was ajar. She was lying on her bed, to my surprise rubbing her clit. She didn’t stop when we came in and carried on after Emma left. She indicated for me to sit, while she continued to frig. Eventually she came, with a sigh of relief.

‘Oh, how I wish I could stuff something into my hole at the same time’, she said, as she zipped herself up. ‘I upset Brooke over something and she denied me access for a week. My clit started itching just before you came and I had to rub it, else I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I’m sure she arranged it deliberately. She likes doing things like that.’

Helen got off the bed and took me through to the wet room, where I found a young brunette already secured on the bench, again with ring-gag fitted, wiggling her tongue merrily. Her eyes followed us as we entered and stood looking down at her’.

‘Emma’s explained everything to you?’ Helen asked.

‘Yes’, I said, ‘I’m lost for words’.

‘This is Chloe. She’s twenty-nine, and works at a bank in a managerial capacity. She has a degree in accounting and recently got her MBA, and has been in the House for some three years’. I was impressed, wondering how Dave acquired her.

‘I haven’t seen to Chloe yet, so this is your chance to practice. I’ll stay to watch and to help out. Chloe has got everything ready. Chloe nodded at us, while concentrating hard on maintaining her tongue rhythm, her brow furrowed.

‘She might have got two degrees, but she took a long time to master the ring-gag routine’, laughed Helen.

I knelt in front of Chloe, parting her outer labia, noting that I couldn’t separate them as far as Siobhan’s. Chloe was significantly smaller. I had to remember what Emma told me. I drew my fingertip gently down the length of Chloe’s hood, which was no more than half an inch long. Then I put my fingernail below the tip of the hood, moving closer to see what I was doing. I eventually saw the flap, even smaller than the other woman’s. I lifted it up with difficulty, as my nail was short. It was hard to grip it. I looked up at Helen who was watching.

‘Hold on’, she said, returning from the cabinet with a pair of tweezers, ‘use these’.

I carefully grasped the tiny flap of skin with the tweezers and wondered if there were nerves in it, but Chloe didn’t move. I drew it down along the central line to the very bottom. It enabled me to open her up. Her vulva was small, no more than about two inches in length, the smallest I’d seen, but it was exquisite. She had tiny labia minora and a very small pee-hole, I had to look for it. Helen noticed me peering.

‘It’s tiny and very sensitive’, she said, ‘she hates anything inserted into it. When she pees the stream is very strong and she can squirt it quite some distance. It takes her ages to empty her bladder. If you like, I’ll get her to do it for you later’.

I lifted her hood with difficulty as it was so small. I had to place my thumb on top of it and draw it away. Her clit was even smaller than Lisa’s. I could hardly see it at all, just a pink spot. How could she play with that? I thought.

I got as close in as I could but I still couldn’t see it clearly. I was engrossed, until I felt Helen tap me on the shoulder. She passed me a large magnifying glass.

‘There should be a glass in every cabinet in the House, as we’re expected to report any changes we spot immediately. Have a look at it under that’ she said.

It was a powerful magnifier and I examined Chloe’s minute clitoris with it from different angles, Magnified I could see that it was just like other clits, longer than it was wide, with a central line up to its point, from which depended two very small folds of skin down to her labia. It even had a tiny ridge at its base, like others I’d seen. It left me wondering why there were such enormous differences between clitoris sizes. Though they were smaller than penises, the range in size between the largest and smallest was much greater. I handed the glass back to Helen, thanking her for lending it to me.

‘She has the tightest vagina I’ve come across. Put your finger in and you’ll be amazed’, Helen said.

I did. Although moist, it was firm and ridged. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to get a second one in. Helen told Chloe to squeeze. It was an unbelievable sensation. My finger was gripped tightly as she held the contraction for at least ten seconds. When contracted I wouldn’t have been able to insert it.

‘Watch this’. Helen had a little spiralled glass rod in her hand, about the thickness of a pencil.

When Chloe’s contraction had ended, Helen inserted the rod some two inches into the vagina. She nodded at the girl, who immediately contracted her vaginal muscles again. Slowly the rod started to turn and it screwed its way into her. I watched open-mouthed at such a feat. ‘The rod has to be inserted with the thread the right way, she explained, ‘otherwise her muscles will force it out’.

‘When Mistress Christine discovered she had such a small and tight cunt, she set about training her, and you can see the result’.

I moved to her anal rosebud which was small and tight too, and I had difficulty opening it with my thumbs to reveal the plug welded to its sides. Helen leaned over and touched it, and it opened. ‘I’m not supposed to do that on the bench, but just for you to see. We’re not allowed to insert anything into our asses’. In less than five seconds the hole disappeared. I released her sphincter.

It took me only a few minutes to clean such a small cunt and clit. The hardest part was cleaning inside her. I had to put the cleanser on my finger and work it in and out, then repeatedly wet it in water to rinse it out. I cleaned her pee-hole very gingerly with a bud. I managed to insert the dampened head of the bud into it, but Chloe didn’t like that at all. She tried to draw herself away. Helen gave her a little smack on her butt to keep her still, so that I could finish.

‘Have you seen the clitoris clamps?’ she enquired.

‘Yes, I have, Lisa put one on Anne because she refused to obey her’.

‘They’re absolutely no use on Chloe, there’s nothing there to grip, so I use two on her nipples, which are nearly as sensitive as her pee-hole, if she misbehaves. She hates them.

‘Chloe hasn’t peed all day, and I’ve made her drink a lot of water. I want you to see how she pees while she’s on the bench. Right now she’s desperate. She couldn’t pee while you examined her because her urethral implant is closed. You’ll have to zip her up first, and then stroke her hood to re-open her just down to the pee-hole’.

I used the tweezers to close her vulva, drew my finger up her clit hood, as Emma had instructed me. Then I gripped her tiny flap with the tweezers and drew it down. I couldn’t pull it further than a little below her pee-hole. Helen instructed me to stand away to one side.

She looked at the tongue wiggling Chloe, and said, ‘Pee’.

Almost immediately a thin jet of urine streaked upwards nearly to the ceiling, in an arc splattering on the tiled floor of the wet room. I had to move away to avoid getting splashed. Chloe peed for well over a minute, until the flow slowed, and the arc faltered. The woman moaned with relief.

Helen wiped the drips of pee from Chloe’s labia and closed her up.

Then she was released from her confinement, and the gag removed. Chloe fetched the mop bucket from the cupboard on the landing, and proceeded to clean her mess up. We left her to it.

I asked Helen why women in the House were fitted with different devices or modifications.

‘I’m not really sure about the others, why for example you’ve been fitted with a Guard, especially since I haven’t examined you. Basically it’s anatomical. Apparently very small labia minora are a requirement to have the sealed vulva like I’ve got. The labia must be completely symmetrical otherwise the result isn’t aesthetically pleasing. You’ve seen the little vertical line down the centre where it opens – it has to be straight. Dave told me that, after my modification. In many, if not most women, the labia are irregular and this modification wouldn’t suit them. Generally everything is small, including the clits. As for the clit-capped girls, it’s only suitable for those with fair-sized clits, probably around half an inch or more’.

She lay back on Chloe’s bench, lifted her knees up and opened them exposing her own slit, spreading her crotch. It was small like Chloe’s, although her hood was wider and longer. The line down the centre was very prominent and black in colour, wider at the top narrowing and getting lighter lower down.

‘The ends of my labia are much darker than Chloe’s, especially at the top, as you can see’, she commented, getting back up again.

‘Thanks for showing me’, I said.

‘I’ve aleady met nearly everyone in the House except for the other pair on Sam’s landing’, I told her.

‘Ah, you mean Jessica and her Junior, Hayley. I expect you haven’t met Hayley because she’s being transferred tomorrow, and Brooke doesn’t think there’s much point. She’s had a job promotion and is moving to Washington where she’ll be working for the State Department. She’ll be living in one of the Company’s facilities there, and will be a Senior. Hailey’s delighted. Jessica’s new Junior is already here, she’ll be sleeping in the guest accommodation until Hayley leaves. I haven’t seen her, and I don’t know her name yet. Brooke will introduce you soon, no doubt’.

‘How did you feel after you were modified?’ I enquired.

‘I haven’t got much time to share with you now, but I will when I have an opportunity. I’m glad I don’t have to use a penis, like you lot down there. It would make me feel less like a woman. Immediately after I was modified, I found it very strange to slip my fingers down below and find virtually nothing there, but I got used to it quickly, one does. You’ll notice that, living here. It’s horrendous at first, but you learn to adapt. You have to make the most of it, I find’. I thanked her again.

As I was leaving, Helen advised me to not keep the nails on my index finger and thumb so short, so that I could open the women’s vulvas without using a pair of tweezers. I agreed that it would be a good idea, and I resolved to grow them a bit longer for that very purpose.

I bade Helen au revoir and made my way quickly to my room.

*****

It had been an interesting and eventful Sunday. I realised that I was being changed by my experience. I had been living alone in a very small flat for several years, now I was part of a bizarre community. During the three years since my modification I had avoided forming romantic attachments with any of my male colleagues because of the existence of the Guard over my crotch. Dave had warned me about that. I had had a number of approaches as I was evidently, as a petite slim young woman, attractive.

Dave called at my flat at regular intervals to check up on me. As I was trained to adopt various positions, such as kneeling and presenting, he would enjoy putting me through my paces and check with his fingers on how my vagina was tightening. Occasionally he would bring me to orgasm that way with his hand, otherwise I only got relief by playing with my little cock.

I was grateful to Dave and his Company because otherwise my health would have deteriorated. It was better to be young, healthy, alive and attractive, even though there were limitations on what I could do and where I could go – it was a price I was willing to pay – even if I had a choice, which I didn’t. I knew there were other women in the Program, but never dreamed there were so many and that such places as the House existed. Since my arrival I had been subjected to pain and humiliation such as I had never experienced, but I had been given control and responsibility for an older woman which somehow aroused me. It seemed that my personality had two sides of which I hadn’t been aware, having been reclusive and submissive, as a result. I would have to adjust to having fuller relationships with women, rather than men.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Anne and I attended dinner, now wearing our collars. All were present except Lisa, who was in San Francisco. I was now responsible for Linda, and she treated me as her Senior. Anne was much more distant since I imposed some discipline. I was surprised that she, the high powered lawyer, accepted it, but I supposed she was afraid of Brooke and Sam. She certainly didn’t complain much, if at all to me any longer.

We spent the rest of the evening either in the sitting room or in the attic exercising.

Linda and Anne sat with me watching TV on one of the massive leather sofas. Linda chatted quite a bit about books, music, movies and such after the TV was switched off, but we didn’t talk about life in the House at all, except that she said that she was looking forward to spending the night in my room. I noticed that the women on the same landing tended to stay together. Somehow I understood that they had a special bond, being modified in the same way. After all, we knew what it was like to wear chastity guards and pee and jerk off with penises. They had never experienced that, and probably never would.

I was surprised to find that the exercise regime was transmitted to us via our collars. A disembodied female voice sounded in my ear, as soon as I entered the attic telling me exactly what to do and which type of device to use. My collar registered as I stepped on. My name appeared on a little screen automatically and the device dictated the pace at which I worked. By the time my hour was up I was hot and sweaty, but not exhausted. It had been more demanding than the previous evening.

I was happy to return to my room and have a little nap on my bed.

I was woken by Linda knocking on my door, and I let her in. She arrived on the dot, holding her penis in its case. She smiled at me. She immediately knelt, nose on my foot, and requested to pee and did I want to watch. I declined to observe; touched her Guard and she ran to the wet room. I could hear her pissing. Anne must have heard her too, because she entered straight after Linda, looked at me and the girl, and with some embarrassment prostrated herself asking to pee and shit and did I want to observe. I granted her request. I told her that in future I would observe when I wanted to, and that there was no need to ask again. She looked a bit relieved. She hurried off to do it before the permission timed out.

Linda and I lay on the bed, and the light went out shortly afterwards. We were not left in total darkness as all the rooms were fitted with dim night lights to enable us to visit the WC if necessary.

Linda, the very pretty attractive young woman, little more than a girl, curled up beside me. I realised that it was warmer and more comforting to share a coverless bed with someone else. My thoughts drifted over the events of the weekend, and thoughts of the week of office work ahead. I wouldn’t be able to share my experience with anyone at the office, who would have no idea of the life I now lived.

*****

I had set the alarm for 5.30 as to allow time for everything to get done. Anne and I had to get into the city by public transport, both of us by nine o’clock. Linda had to attend lectures later in the morning. She was still sleeping so I switched the alarm off quickly so as not to wake her. She slept like a baby. I peed, crapped, showered and shaved my thighs as Brooke had ordered. Then I went to fetch Anne to put her on the bench. She was reluctant to put the penis-gag in her mouth, so I just mentioned the clamp, and it went in without further resistance. Once she was secured, I went back to my room and found Linda was awake and sitting up in bed. She smiled.

‘Come and see to Anne with me, get the things ready, will you?’

Linda scampered to the wet room and I followed. I could see the surprise in the attorney’s eyes and face despite the huge gag which distorted her jaws when she saw the girl enter. Linda quickly had all the items ready on the tray and I knelt with her in front of Anne to examine her cunt. Once her Guard was removed I could see that Anne must have been quite sore. Her cleft was a little bruised. She flinched when I examined her slightly swollen clit which was protruding out of its hood. It was much redder than previously. I could see traces of the clamp’s little teeth on either side of it. Somehow Brooke had the power to arouse our clits despite them being sore, if she so desired. Nevertheless Anne’s clit would have to be cleaned. I asked Linda to do it with the bud, while I held the hood away so it was fully exposed. The girl drew in a breath sharply when she saw it. Linda was very gentle, but even so Anne whimpered and trembled. I felt a little sorry for her. I left the rest of the cleansing to Linda as she was used to cleaning an older woman’s cunt. Lisa was older than Anne.

‘How do you clean Lisa’s pee-hole?’ I asked her.

‘With a bud’, she replied, ‘she has a tight one and I just clean the entrance’.

‘Have you ever stuck anything inside a pee-hole?’ I enquired.

‘No Miss’, she said.

‘Hold Anne’s open so you can see its size’. Linda complied. ‘It’s looser than Lisa’s’, she said. ‘I want you to put your little finger all the way into Anne’s’, I told her.

Anne shook her head vigorously.

‘Put it in your mouth first to wet it, and then slide it in slowly, then keep it there’.

I watched Lisa do it, and glanced at Anne as she had to suffer the indignity of her most sensitive orifice being violated by a young stranger.

Anne squirmed as the digit entered her. Linda’s hands weren’t particularly small, but she had no difficulty pushing it in. When it was fully inserted, Anne went quiet, and Linda looked at me.

‘What does it feel like?’ I asked.

‘Hot and tight’ she replied, ‘I can’t believe I’ve got my entire finger up to the knuckle in a pee-hole’.

I said, ‘Brooke made me finger-fuck her pee-hole yesterday. It was a completely new experience for me too, and I want you to do it now, so you can experience it’.

‘Thank you Miss, you are very considerate’, as she moved her little finger in and out, with Anne struggling against her restraints trying to evade the intruder in her pee- hole.

‘Tomorrow, you’re going to use the next finger’. I saw the look of horror on Anne’s face and in her eyes.

After about thirty seconds I told Linda to stop. I applied a generous coating of salve to Anne’s entire vulva, especially to her clit. Lisa re-attached her Guard and I released her and removed her gag. The expression on her face was unbelievable.

It was my turn next, and I instructed Linda to assist Anne with the cleansing. The penis gag didn’t seem so bad on the second occasion.  The two women worked away together. I noticed that Linda took the opportunity to examine my private parts and I was in no position to dictate to her. She examined my pee-hole and my clit. When she touched it I realised it was sore. When my vagina was clean, Linda applied a little salve to my clit. Soon I was free and on my feet again.

The dimensions of the benches and restraints were different, and I had to take Linda to her wet room to see to her. I took Anne with us. I let her see to Linda entirely, but stood and watched to ensure Anne only did what was necessary. As previously, Anne was clumsy especially working on Linda’s pee-hole, and in re-attaching her Guard. I determined that I would train her to be more careful, especially as it would be my cunt that she would be seeing to most of the time.

Linda was looking puzzled at me from the bench. I hadn’t forgotten my promise.

‘You can return to your room’, I told Anne, and she left.

I looked back down at Linda and smiled. I knelt, removed her Guard, and spread her attractive cleft. Leaning forward I ran the point of my tongue up from the bottom of her slit to the tip of her clit. She was lying very still. I felt a little tremor run through her as it approached her pretty nubbin hiding under its hood. I teased her with it for several minutes, then explored every nook and cranny of her vulva, probing into her vaginal recess. She was getting very aroused, her breathing faster and deeper, her eyes following the movements of my head. I came out for a moment; her little clitoris was erect, peeping out from its hiding place. With two fingers I fucked her, placing my mouth over her clit, opening my lips to expose it completely to the ministrations of my tongue, which I rolled all over it, occasionally flicking its tip, which was quite hard. Suddenly she stiffened, arched her back, and let out a piercing cry, then shuddered. She squirted and it ran down over my tits. I continued and she had a series of smaller orgasms, whilst continuing to squirt in little bursts.

I got up and released her. She removed her gag, and threw her arms around me.

‘That was the most wonderful orgasm of my life... how can I thank you?’

‘Did you know that you squirted when you came?’ I asked.

She had no idea, and I showed her my tits which were still wet, and the floor in front of the bench’.

‘I’ve never been able to do that before’, she cried, falling to my feet and kissing them.

I let her do it for a moment or two, before lifting her up.

‘I’ll do it again tomorrow’, reaffirming my promise, ‘but I don’t want to tread too much on Lisa’s territory’.

‘She won’t know, and I won’t tell her’, Linda answered.

I glanced at the cctv camera which looked down on us. ‘Someone else might’, I said, ‘We’ll have to wait and see’.

‘I’m glad you let me help Anne see to you on the bench just now. I think your vagina is very attractive. You have a beautiful clitoris, and I was sorry to see that it was bruised a little. I would have loved to kiss it better, and would have done if your Junior wasn’t there’, Linda said.

‘Thank you for those kind words, Linda. I’m still sore after Brooke put me on the pony in the Basement’, I replied, ‘but it’s getting better quickly. Brooke told me that cunts are tough, and I think she’s right’.

We breakfasted together in the dining room, then returned to our rooms to put our make-up on and to dress. Dave had supplied most of my clothing, and I wondered if he had done the same for Anne. She said that he hadn’t, but instructed her on what she was to buy. Of course she had to wear dark formal suits to the courthouse, and that is how she emerged as we headed down the stairs together, having left our collars in our rooms. I had to remove Anne’s, as she couldn’t take it off herself.

Anne and I walked down the gravel driveway together. I wondered if she was still annoyed at what I had Linda do to her pee-hole, and if she was dreading it being invaded by a larger intruder tomorrow. If she did, she kept it to herself. She would have something other than her court appearance to focus on all day.

When I arrived forty-eight hours previously, the large wooden gate in the high wall which enclosed the property, had been wide open. Now it was closed. I noticed cameras on the pillars pointing out and in. As we approached the gates swung open, and closed automatically after us.

Anne’s law office was not far from the company headquarters building where I worked, so we caught the same bus into the city. I would be returning the same way. She would be driving her Mercedes. But having a high-powered job and lots of money could be a disadvantage sometimes, I thought. Anne would be returning to Brooke’s domain and wasn’t looking forward to it. As for me I had mixed feelings. I smiled.