Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 21:11:57 +1100 (EST)
From: Country Mouse <dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Pet
Standard Squib: The themes and subject matter in this story are adult,
including but not limited to both consensual and reluctant (including
coerced) sexual acts between persons of the same gender, extreme medical
fetish, mind control, body modification and non consensual sexual
slavery.
Author's Note: Kids, do not try this at home.
This is a fantasy.
In reality, I advocate the principles of Risk Awareness; Safe, Sane and
Consensual BDSM and always observe safer sex guidelines. Safer Sex is a
way of life.
This story should in no way be considered an example of safe play.
Please refer to a reputable guide to pain play if you are considering
exploring your fantasies about BDSM. "Coming to Power", edited by Pat
Califa and "Sensual Magic", also by Pat Califia are excellent resources
and readily available through most bookstores.
Once again, this is a fantasy and in my fantasies, I can engage in all
sorts of reprehensible behaviour with no harm, no foul.
Mmmm, let's pretend...
If reading about power dynamics and graphic smut between women is illegal
in your jurisdiction or offends you, please leave now.
I am the feedback whore from hell. If you like my tale, please write to
me and let me know. Don't bother lecturing me about my sins. I already
know that I'm a pervert. I rather like that about me. If, on the other
hand, you're a kinky female (over 21) willing to endure a little training
of your own, I'd love to hear from you.
Email me at: dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au
The Pet
copyright 2006 by dr_country_mouse_top
Story codes: F/f, F^f, BD, anal, fist, non consensual, spank, sm,
medical fetish, mind control,
body modification
Nifty category: Lesbian/authoritarian
I checked in with the staff when I arrived in the dormitory. Most of our
pets were sleeping, including my favourite. Several were writhing in
their restraints as they were stimulated according to their training
schedule. My favourite was finishing her second two hour sleep cycle.
Sleep deprivation was a vital part of my pet's early indoctrination. It
was a simple brain washing technique used to great effect in both the
Korean and the Viet Nam war, as well as during basic training in each
branch of the armed forces of the United States. We also incorporated
simple physical training, because orgasm was a muscular and neurological
effort.
My favourite had not had eight uninterrupted hours of sleep since her
arrival at the Academy. Her rest period had begun with a thirty minute
rectal massage followed by the insertion of a powerful vibrating butt
plug. As always, she was bound to an extreme leg spreader bar, her hands
bound inside paddle style hospital restraint mittens, and wearing a
sensory deprivation hood, although her nose and mouth were free.
She was propped up on a small mountain of pillows. Any time she rolled
or shifted position, one of the attendants would help reposition the
pillows to ensure adequate support and comfort. The bondage was not
intended to be onerous or punishing. It was simply to ensure that her
ass and sex were available, as they would always be available.
Each shift in position would bring the attendants and their skilled
fingers that investigated asshole and cunt and clitoris with a firm and
knowing touch. There would be toys and teasing and vibrating machines
that stimulated with inhuman endurance. All of her training was designed
to increase her orgasmic capabilities, to improve both the number and
frequency of her orgasms as well as the quality of those orgasms.
She had spent the last hour dozing as a powerful vibrator throbbed in her
asshole. The attendants had inserted three glycerine suppositories
before inserting the fat butt plug and turning on the vibrator. The
glycerine was a mild stool softener and laxative, and the vibration had
stirred things up quite nicely.
I love a red bottomed girl. Taking a flexible rubber paddle, I strapped
her ass and thighs until they were a glowing cherry pink. There was no
need for introductions or explanations. My pet woke with a start at the
first blow of the paddle. She squirmed and squealed and wriggled in her
restraints, inadvertently fucking herself on the fat butt plug she was
impaled upon. It was quite entertaining to watch, particularly as she
came twice.
My pet soon steadied herself and crawled towards the wet room in my
wake. She knew what was expected of her after nearly two weeks in
residence. The attendants helped me move her into position over the
traditional Japanese style toilet, mounted flush with the tiled floor. A
simple padded hip roll helped perfect her position and she was soon
strapped into the first position.
Removing the butt plug, I immediately inserted a stainless steel rectal
syringe loaded with heated mineral oil, and hit the plunger. My pet
yelped a little, but I was already massaging her clitoris firmly, warming
her up a little bit. Her small breasts dangled defenceless and inviting,
delicate A cup mounds with pronounced nipples.
Those pretty things had been developed through a strict training regimen
focused on vacuum suction tubes. The compressor hissed and thumped as I
smeared silicone lube over each nipple to ensure a good seal. The glass
tubes fit closely and it only took a couple of sucks and thumps before
her nipples were firmly sealed into the suction tube.
Any suction device would need reseating after ten minutes to avoid
compression injuries and tissue damage. For the first ten minutes of
vacuum therapy, I lazily paddled her pretty pink bottom and thighs,
waiting for the mineral oil and the glycerine suppositories to do their
job. Then the attendants hurried forward and my pet was roped into her
new position.
It would have been simpler to use hospital style restraints in silicone,
latex, vinyl, leather or even neoprene, a new favourite of mine. But the
web cameras mounted in the wet room were mostly for the entertainment of
Japanese salarymen who seemed to have rather an obsession for enema sex
and elaborate bondage of pretty blonde gaijin. It wasn't my kink, but
they were delighted to pay hefty fees.
The medical kink, of which there was quite a bit, was predominantly my
personal perversion, just as the whole governess and school room scene
was Kate's favourite kink. Each of us had different tastes and talents,
but we pooled our resources to create the Academy. Thus far, it had been
a smashing success, particularly with our enthusiastic IT staff regularly
turning out technological miracles that generated income.
Once my pet was bound in what was essentially a flying frog position,
with her knees to her shoulders and her wrists and ankles bound together,
the hydrotherapy nozzle was started. I checked it for temperature and
flow rate and started the next ten minutes of stimulation.
A torrent of water frothed over my pet's clit, providing powerful
clitoral stimulation and genital massage. Her bowel and cunt spasmed as
she expelled the oil softened stool with a soft wail. Under the
relentless current, her body continued to clutch on air, voiding her
bladder as well, just as she had been trained to do. For ten minutes,
she shuddered under the forceful spray, rocking through several orgasms
until her clitoris was so hyper sensitive that the stimulation was
acutely painful, particularly when accompanied by the merciless vacuum
stimulation of her nipples.
She was sobbing at the end of the ten minute period, but she obediently
tipped forward with as much grace as she could manage, offering up her
ass for the second cleansing. This pet had formal enema training with
Matron twice a week, but for today there would be a simple flush sequence
after the initial oil purgative.
One of the attendants nudged a soap slicked finger in the pet's still
quivering asshole, working in the glycerine based soap with a firm coring
motion, ensuring that all faecal matter was washed away and there would
be no unpleasant surprises lingering in my pet's rectum. The nipple
tubes were reset and the timer started to countdown for the next ten
minute stimulation period.
The attendants used the Sure Shot attachment to flush her several times
during the stimulation period. Her clitoris would be nicely sensitized
after the initial treatment, making this second round of hydrotherapy
even more effective. It didn't take long to cycle her through the rinse
and flush procedure. The attendant flushed her out three times as my
pet writhed and wailed and shuddered against the elaborate rope bondage,
helplessly squirting now clean water as she obediently voided her bladder
and bowels under the punishing spray of the clitoral hydrotherapy.
She was untied and swept off to the grooming area, where she was bathed,
her skin buffed, polished and moisturized, her face and hair and teeth
attended to. She was soon laid out upon my favourite examination table,
spread wide and securely bound, whimpering prettily in anticipation.
Her sex was pink and swollen, genitals engorged, her cunt still oozing
slightly. Her ass and thighs were still a respectable shade of pink, so
there was no immediate need for another paddling. I would wait until she
was in class. Her governess could easily be persuaded to give her a good
spanking or perhaps even a thorough birching.
My pet arched her back and squirmed adorably as I rolled her swollen
nipples between my thumb and fingers. She received vacuum therapy on her
nipples every morning, and on an intermittent basis at other times.
After just over two weeks of treatment, her nipples were showing great
results.
There's something almost comforting about the traditional wooden
clothespin. They're classic and quite effective, despite their prosaic
appearance. Humming to myself, I soon had clothespins fastened perkily
on each nipple. I put three more clothespins on each side of her swollen
labia.
The ginger was fresh, big bulbs of the very finest quality. I picked
out the two bulbs I wanted from the selection offered me, and the
attendant scampered off to prepare it. My pet whimpered and moaned as
the lathe hummed on the other side of the room. She knew what was
coming.
The first bulb had been cut in half, with a narrow depression carved into
the center lengthwise, providing a tight fit over my pet's entire
clitoris, the face of the bulb carefully rounded off to lie nestled in
the vulnerable fold between her outer labia and the sides of the clitoral
shaft. The second bulb had been shaped into a plump butt plug. My pet
was too well secured to do much more than wail as I inserted the raw
ginger butt plug. She shuddered at I slipped the carefully sculpted
ginger half into position over her clitoris.
The twin heads of the Hitachi Magic wand would both hold the ginger half
securely against her clit and in her ass, as well as providing powerful
vibrations. The intense vibration would also shake the raw ginger
against her exposed flesh, providing a certain level of friction, rubbing
the tender mucous membranes to ensure optimal results from exposure to
the ginger.
I loved watching my pet squirm and cry and squeal as the ginger burned
fiercely in her ass and over her clitoris, pleasure and pain at levels
that forced her into a howling, roaring orgasm, the stimulation extended
without pity until she had experienced the full ten minutes of
therapeutic treatment.
The ginger improved the circulation to the treated areas, and blood flow
is all important for sexual performance. My pet's genitals were nicely
engorged, ensuring that she was in peak condition for the rest of her
lessons. I made a note in her file and left her to the attendants, who
would tidy her up and dress her for class.
I was just admiring Kate's technique as she spanked one of her
favourites when the rest of the class filed in, each appropriately
attired in a school uniform. Each girl virtuously picked up several
thick white terry cloth towels from the enormous stacks piled on a table
by the door.
Kate was one of those wonderful Governesses that every young lady dreams
of having. My old friend's lush curves were well displayed by the
corseted Victorian costume. She was firm, but fair and full of laughter
and warm approval. The girls adored her.
"Keep that pretty bottom up now, dear," Kate chided her favourite.
"All your school chums are arriving and you want them to see how wet you
are, don't you?" She was hand spanking her girl's pert buttocks as
she lay over Kate's lap. Kate was seated in a straight backed chair
with absolutely perfect posture, her quiet brown hair piled up in a soft
Gibson Girl cascade, emphasizing the subtle elegance of her beauty.
I always thought it was a good lesson for the students to learn to
appreciate how powerfully attractive their Governess truly was. She was
mature, possessing the ripe beauty of the harvest moon. She was apple
crisp, cheerful, both affectionate and firm in her dealings with the
girls. Each student would be well schooled and knowledgeable by the time
Miss Kate was convinced that she was ready to leave the school room.
Kate continued to hand spank her favourite as my pet and her school chums
filed in, each obediently moving to her assigned seat, carefully
spreading out a dry towel before they sat down. "You like being
spanked, don't you, dear?"
"Yes, Miss Kate," the girl gasped. "It makes me wet."
I chuckled. It was quite true. The evidence was shining on the girl's
thighs and dribbling from her cunt in glossy strings. Miss Kate had been
teasing her favourite again from the looks of things.
"And aren't you the eager little slut this morning," Miss Kate teased
her fondly. "Such a good girl. Do you want anal beads or a butt plug
for the first part of your lesson, sweetie?"
Her pet's bottom was a lovely shade of deep rose, her thighs a clear
pink. "Oh, a plug, Miss Kate."
Chuckling, Kate reached over to the many drawers of her desk and selected
a curvaceous plug with a broad flaring base and a remote controlled
battery pack. Her pet's face was almost as pink as her lovely bottom by
the time Kate flipped the pleated skirt back down over those well spanked
buttocks and sent the girl back to her seat.
"Is anyone else eager and ready to learn this morning?" Miss Kate
practically sang the words as she disposed of the latest glove in the
biohazard container tucked discreetly away in what looked like a
Victorian era wooden box. Several hands went up and the Governess soon
had her eager pupils upended over desks and mounted on stools, displaying
them in a variety of poses and postures throughout the school room for
their morning spankings and a very thorough sexual teasing.
Only when each girl was wet and desperate and writhing eagerly would
classes begin. Miss Kate vowed that ensuring that the girls were wet and
eager concentrated their minds wonderfully. Each lesson was part of a
larger curriculum designed to nurture the development of each girl's
sexuality.
There were anatomy lessons, readings, and multimedia presentations.
There were dramatic readings of erotica as well as practical exercises,
as each girl regularly masturbated before the class until she achieved
orgasm, demonstrating her growing knowledge of her own body. As the
girls advanced in their education, each would be introduced to the widest
possible variety of toys and techniques. Pink bottomed girls wrote
hundreds and hundreds of lines, dutifully memorizing pithy little
amorphisms that Miss Kate felt would ensure that her young charges
maintained the proper attitude.
C.J. was our resident Amazon, with a platinum blonde flat top and a hard
body crafted from years spent in the gym. Each girl was outfitted with a
sturdy sports bra, modified to expose her nipples and good quality
running shoes and thick socks as C.J. led the girls in a vigorous
physical training regimen. They sweated and swore and struggled through
the forced marches, the push ups, chin ups and endless crunches.
C.J. enforced her will with a parade ground bellow and all the snarling
tenderness of any other drill instructor. She carried a truly evil
rubber paddle with which she set fire to the tails of any girl she felt
wasn't giving her all to the program. In addition to the running,
swimming, callisthenics and weight training, there was a strict
stretching and flexibility program.
Orgasm involves muscles and tendons and nerves, just like any other
athletic effort of the human body. As soon as C.J. was through with
them, the sweating and exhausted but safely cooled down and stretched out
girls were strapped down to the examination tables in the small clinic
for their sphincter and pelvic floor training.
The Epino is a brilliant device with two purposes. It is used by
midwives and expectant mothers to slowly develop a tolerance for dilation
of the vagina, a practice that all but eliminates tears or the need for
episiotomies. The second phase of Epino training uses pressure gauges
as a biofeedback device to strengthen and train the pelvic floor. This
training was used to help women with stress incontinence recover bladder
control after birth. Fortunately enough, pelvic floor training also
ensures powerful orgasms, using the sling of muscle and tendon generally
referred to as the PC muscle.
By pairing the two diverse applications of the Epino's capabilities, the
girls were trained to accept increasing levels of dilation for both the
vaginal and rectal sphincters, as well as learning how to clamp down and
squeeze with those muscles, ensuring stronger and more frequent orgasms.
The Epino training sessions were spiced with electrical play, making sure
that each girl expended the maximum effort in her training. If she
failed to reach the required strength when clamping down, or didn't
complete the required number of repetitions, the current would flow
through the Tens pads, triggering helpless muscle spasms and sending the
pressure gauge needles dancing.
The position and the stimulation was far too tempting an opportunity to
pass up. In addition to the Epino training, I treated my favourite to
extreme clitoral stimulation during this time. Although her genitals
were still slick and swollen from her morning ablutions, I left strict
instructions that my pet was to receive another complete session of
vacuum therapy for both her nipples and for her clitoral shaft.
In order to avoid any permanent damage, the vacuum tubes were frequently
reset, alternating ten minutes of vacuum therapy followed by some other
form of stimulation. Her nipples were sucked up into the tubes and then
rolled firmly by the attendants during the ten minute recovery period.
The clitoral suction tube was replaced by the fat tennis ball head of a
Hitachi Magic Wand, alternating vacuum therapy with powerful vibrations.
And all the while, the Epino inserted in both cunt and ass dilated and
compressed according to the day's training schedule, a training regimen
ruthlessly enforced by electrical stimulation.
It was this therapy that had left my pet with that lovely, husky
soprano. She always howled like a banshee during this treatment, rocking
and wailing and usually having several glorious orgasms that even
produced regular female ejaculations. She screamed herself hoarse on a
daily basis, the slight huskiness giving her a very sexy voice.
She was exhausted by the end of her therapy. All the girls were simply
worn out from the efforts of their day thus far. The attendants washed
their weary bodies in cool water and sent them off to dine. The meal
would vary, although the service was always formal. Some girls were
being trained to serve at table, alternating the duty with those girls
who were learning the formal manners necessary to eat with presidents and
prime ministers.
Some girls would be returned to the dormitory for a rest period. Others
would be turned over to Matron for either enema training or the extremely
invasive examinations and testing that each girl experienced on a regular
basis. My favourite had two weekly enema training sessions and was
performance tested to determine her current physical limits once each
week.
The girls never knew whether to anticipate sleep or meals, exercise or
orgasms. We mixed up their sleep schedules and made sure they never
received more than four consecutive hours of sleep. We woke them in the
middle of the night so C.J. could bellow cheerfully at them and push them
to the limits of their athletic capabilities. We drugged them with
muscle relaxers and MDA, pairing sensory deprivation helmets with extreme
sexual stimulation.
Jules liked her tech toys. She was the partner who did the most with the
fucking machines, and we shared a fondness for electrical stimulation.
Amelia was our extreme bondage baby, with a wicked imagination and the
gleeful gleam of a perverted geek in her eye. She could build just about
anything in that workshop of hers, and it was her welding and skills at
woodworking and metal work that was responsible for most of the furniture
and fittings. Jess was our web guru and very pampered employee. She
had some fairly evil ideas about robotics and remote controlled devices,
coming up with some truly deviant applications for software and
electrical engineering.
I was all about behaviour modification and synaptic sculpting, with a
fairly serious kink for extreme clitoral stimulation and forced orgasms.
I had introduced the Epino to our merry band of like minded perverts, and
developed the examination and testing routines with Matron's
enthusiastic participation. Sally was wonderful, in her late sixties
with a lifetime of nursing behind her and an admirably perverse
imagination.
With the notable exception of Jess, none of us was precisely young. We
were 'Women of A Certain Age', as my grandmother would have said,
united by our delightful perversions. We had pooled our resources, built
the facility and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves running sweet young things
through the training program.
After our initial investment, the program was actually self supporting.
Jess had been a break through, one of our earliest entrants to the
program. It was her suggestion that we offer carefully selected clips of
our training sessions to a small circle of discerning web viewers. It
wasn't long before Mistresses and Masters were sending their pets to us
for a luxurious four week training seminar. Their pets were often
surprised at how rigorous the training was, but no one complained at the
end of the program.
Only serious a serious medical problem could interrupt the program once a
girl had been entered into training. It was four weeks, without breaks
and without any opportunity for dispute. The disclosure statement was
immense; pages and pages of carefully annotated and cross referenced
legalese, with each applicant's initials at key points throughout the
disclosure. Many of the girls were a little nervous about the strictness
of the four week policy, but it was also a perfect match for the average
holiday from work. The video recording of each student's request for
training was a further protection.
The attendants were aspiring dominants, or experienced pets who would be
assuming the daily training responsibilities for other pets in their
household. While they were closely supervised and given detailed
instructions, it still freed up the training staff for other duties.
That afternoon, my pet was dining. She was fitted with a training belt,
wearing the number two rectal dilator in her ass and a short, slender
silicone dildo in her dripping cunt.
The tables were arranged so that there were two Ladies seated with each
group of girls. There is a certain piquant delight to enjoying a formal
meal in the company of naked women. The attendants petted and paddled as
needed, making sure the service staff stayed wet and eager.
Each girl at the table rose when called upon, displaying her breasts,
asshole and cunt as directed by the Ladies at her table. She would also
report which of her various treatments and therapies had produced the
most powerful orgasms, and what things made her the wettest throughout
the day.
Kate and I were discussing our day as we enjoyed a spectacular leek and
potato soup, creamy, hot and spicy with white pepper, garlic and onions.
She beckoned my pet over to admire the results of the day's activities.
"Off with the belt now, dear," Kate said cheerfully as she eased the
dilator and the dildo free of my favourite's body. "Let's have a
look at your ass, sweetie."
An attendant presented Kate with a selection of gloves and toys. Kate
pulled on a latex examination glove and pumped a little lube on her
fingers. Sliding one slender digit deep in my pet's ass, she
encouraged her to clamp down. "Nobody likes a sloppy hole, dear.
Squeeze down on my finger and show me how eager you are."
I chuckled, having confidence in the benefits of regular Epino training.
Kate flashed me a wicked grin. "Don't gloat, darling. It's not
attractive," she teased me. "She could crack walnuts with that
action."
I threw my head back a laughed as Kate withdrew her finger and discarded
the glove. "Oh, the clitoral training is really starting to show
results, isn't it," she noted with an expert's eye. "Have you
considered introducing a second ginger therapy during each day? At least
for her clitoris," Kate said coaxingly.
"I suppose I could repeat the ginger treatment as the alternative to
vacuum suction. Her ass and cunt are already busy with the Epino
training, and I don't want to interrupt that."
"We'll have to talk to the others," Kate was enthusiastic. "I think
the ginger should become a standard part of the program for everyone.
Your pet is so deliciously sensitized before she ever begins classes.
My pet was less excited, although she could not deny that the new therapy
would ensure that she had even more violent and powerful orgasms during
her daily Epino training. The combination of fresh ginger and powerful
vibration was a savage sort of pleasure. It was too intense, even if she
came helplessly, over and over and over again.
After the meal, Jules, Amelia, C.J. and Sally joined Kate and I at our
table, discussing the possible uses of ginger treatment. As my pet had
already begun my usual course of clitoral enlargement, it was the
consensus to provide maximum stimulation, taking the program to its most
extreme logical conclusion.
The router table could be preset to manufacture the ginger form necessary
for maximum clitoral stimulation. The ginger bulb simply needed to be of
a minimum length and girth. With reliable mass production possible,
ensuring a consistent product, the ginger treatment could be used at
multiple times throughout the day. My favourite's class room time was
cut back to incorporate the new stimulation routines.
Every four hours, my pet began a stimulation cycle. There would be ten
minutes of ginger and powerful vibrations followed by ten minutes of
vacuum suction therapy. The two therapies would be alternated, ten
minutes of vibration and ginger followed by ten minutes of suction.
These alternate cycles of stimulation would continue for one hour out of
every four hour period.
Her morning routine would continue with the usual glycerine
suppositories, mineral oil purge, a thorough rectal massage with generous
quantities of soap and then the three flushes to rinse as she had her
clitoral hydrotherapy and the first nipple suction of the day.
C.J. began to incorporate clitoral whippings as part of the daily
physical training routine, and Miss Kate was careful to deliver a very
thorough spanking as my pet went through yet another cycle of alternating
ginger with vibration and vacuum suction. Amelia and Jules ganged up on
my little darling every other afternoon, switching off with Matron
Sally. The two deviant scientists usually had my pet strapped into some
extreme bondage pose and hooked up to test drive yet another experimental
fucking machine of their design.
Matron continued her existing routine of enema training two afternoons a
week, alternating with the new electrical stimulation routine, with
particular attention given to my pet's clitoris. It was the crowning
touch on a stimulation routine that targeted the clitoris like the homing
device on a nuclear warhead.
My pet was snatching ten minute naps whenever she could, caught between
the merciless routines and therapies. She was sleep deprived and
hallucinating on occasion, reporting that she was indeed experiencing as
many orgasms as we suspected. Her rest periods were taken with the
Epinos inserted in both cunt and ass, dilation sequences continuing as
she drowsed in the sensory deprivation hood.
The hood was used during most of her stimulation routines, in order to
focus her attention on her clitoris. It swelled and grew, engorged and
flushed a dark raspberry, looking almost like one of my pet's well
trained nipples. The delicate folds of her clitoral hood were plump and
meaty, the shaft apparently perpetually erect, a thickened ridge that
stood up proudly under the shelter of all that slick, swollen flesh.
The ginger treatment ensured maximum capillary dilation, the strength of
the blood flow ensuring a corresponding level of natural lubrication from
that pretty cunt. The sweet alchemy of raw ginger against delicate
mucous membranes burned like fury but without any risk of blistering or
actually damaging tissues. There was no defence against it, and no way
to develop a tolerance for it. Each time, it burned anew.
My pet made an entertaining centrepiece at our next gathering. She was
mounted in one of the imaginative bondage frames designed and built by
Amelia and Jules. Our well stimulated little darling was mounted in an
articulated exoskeleton that offered her up, laid her out and spread her
wide.
There were baskets of toys and vibrators, plugs and stimulation devices
of all shapes and sizes. Every guest at the event was invited to test
her responsiveness, discovering the strength and flexibility of her
vaginal and rectal sphincters. The Epinos were among the devices
available to put my pet through her paces. Many of the guests were
fascinated, testing her maximum capabilities for dilation and
contraction.
Later in the evening, our evil scientists set up one of their favourite
formats for machine fucking, with drilldos spinning it opposing direction
in her ass and cunt, while electrified clamps were fastened in three
pairs along the length of her hugely enlarged clitoris. My pet came
endlessly, moaning helplessly as her clitoris was assaulted with pitiless
electrical precision.
Her stunned sphincters obediently stayed open when the dildos were
removed only to be replaced by the next tools. A Fucksall flew in her
well prepared ass while a sparkler sizzled against her vaginal sphincter,
the e-stim firing off the nerves in her clamped clitoris. She ejaculated
repeatedly, screaming like a woman in labour as she climaxed again and
again and again.
When she went limp in the restraints, no longer even whimpering, Amelia
and Jules removed the clamps and the fucking machine. But just because
we were done with the evening's demonstration didn't mean that her day
was done. I left her mounted in the middle of the party as I inserted
the raw ginger butt plug and covered her clitoris with one of the custom
carved ginger stimulators for her vibrations therapy.
The fierce delights of ginger therapy roused her from her exhausted
dose. She whimpered and squirmed, shuddering breathlessly as her
outraged nervous system was further stimulated. The vacuum suction on
her clitoris elicited high pitched, whistling sounds as her voice broke.
She lost consciousness during the second round of vacuum suction, after
another ginger and vibration cycle.
Her body moved differently when she was out cold. Her muscles were
utterly without tension, hanging limply against the restraints. Her
therapy continued for the full hour, alternating the two treatments until
the time was up.
Chuckling, our attendants poured her out of the bondage frame and on to a
gurney. I patted her on the cheek as she was wheeled past me. "Put her
in recovery for a few days," I bade the staff, with an indulgent glance
at the unconscious blonde. My pet's first month at the Academy had been
a brilliant success.
For the first time since her arrival at the Academy, she would sleep
undisturbed in a normal bed. The staff washed her body down after the
excesses of the night. They gently placed her naked form between the
luxurious 400 count Egyptian cotton sheets. The room was simply
furnished in the cottage style, with lace curtains in the window
overlooking a small, sunny courtyard garden.
It was the reflected light from that courtyard that finally woke her ten
hours later. She was disoriented at first, no doubt feeling strange as
she slept with her legs together for the first time in four weeks. She
sighed, and curled up into a ball, and then opened up like a flower,
spreading herself out as if in four point restraints, stretching
luxuriously.
She soon discovered the Japanese style toilet in the other room. There
were the full array of familiar devices, the Sure Shot in line enema
nozzle and the pulsating shower massager that was focused on her clitoris
for her morning hydrotherapy. A clearly marked blue glass jar held
glycerine suppositories, and a small heater, originally designed as a tea
warmer, kept the syringe of mineral oil ready for application.
There was also a collection of toys, including an assortment intended for
use in both holes as well as clitoral stimulation. My pet touched
everything with curious fingers but declined to use any of it. I was
quite pleased when the staff alerted me. It was an option that we had
discussed. I would be sure to reward her lavishly for denying herself.
She voided her bladder and bowels and used the Sure Shot for two small
rinses. I was delighted to see that she took appropriate care of her
skin, face, hair and teeth. The cosy flannel sleep pants and terrycloth
robe were a little large, and all the more comfortable for it. She
slipped into fuzzy sheepskin slippers and shuffled into the next room,
looking around curiously.
Miss Kate smiled when she saw how my pet was unconsciously holding the
flannel sleep pants pressed against her distended clitoris. The
deliciously meaty shaft extended beyond the shelter of her outer labia,
leaving it exposed and subject to a wide variety of stimuli.
Just the flannel brushing repeatedly over her clitoris was highly
arousing, immediately triggering the first flush of lubrication from her
well trained cunt.
"Let's have a look at you, dear," Kate said briskly. My pet was soon
upended over her lap, her clitoris distending to the rear as she arched
her back to make it more available. "Oh, my! You are indeed swollen
today, my sweet. Even your pretty rosebud is puffy and swollen. It's
perfectly adorable. And look how juicy you are." She patted my pet's
bottom. "We're going to have such fun keeping you hungry," Kate
predicted merrily.
Even while in Recovery, a pet must be ready for service at all times.
Kate wasted no time in ensuring that both of my pet's holes were
adequately lubricated for use. But then the Governess set the girl off
to eat breakfast and enjoy the rest of her day.
She took two naps, and nibbled on the fruit and cheeses, the pastries and
sandwiches, the delightful little tarts and miniature pies. There was
fruit juice, spring water and endless pots of tea. The courtyard had a
cool and shady little fountain trickling into a pond populated by golden
koi. There was a broad chaise lounge topped with a fat cushion for
drowsing in the sun.
The computer in her bedroom had access to the video archive of her stay,
cross referenced by date and activity. The logs had the written notes
and records from each of her handlers, as well as all the examination
results. She could look up a given day and find how far her asshole was
dilated, and how many pounds per square inch of pressure she exerted
during the contraction exercises.
My pet had to use the bidet and change her sleep pants several times
throughout the day. Not only were her genitals still swollen after the
marathon stimulation of the last month, but her nervous system had been
tuned to a certain level of input. Its absence was keenly felt, and her
suddenly neglected cunt continued to ooze honey.
On the second day, my pet found her usual work uniform. Her alarm had
been set at the usual time, and Matron hurried her along, ensuring that
she eliminated, bathed, dressed appropriately, and lubricated and
prepared for service. Although my pet did not actually go to work, we
had her stand and walk around as she would during her work.
It wasn't long until she was squirming and trying to cross her legs,
over stimulated by the friction of her clothing brushing over her
engorged and distended clitoris. Even more entertaining was watching her
work herself to orgasm simply by repeatedly contracting her pc muscle
accompanied by the drag of silk over her exposed clitoral shaft. She
came, shuddering as she clung to the door jamb, trying to stay on her
feet through the climax.
The sharp climax only left her hungrier. My pet complained of being
unbearably horny, aroused and hungry and desperately needy. She gasped
and pumped her hips against the air, rocking her way through a second
orgasm.
Her system had been so primed by extreme and extended stimulation that
her system had been rewired, making her deliciously sensitive and
reactive. My pet was a bright girl. It didn't take her long to realize
that a return to her previous life was not going to be practical, unlike
most of her classmates.
Everyone else would return to their lives and their indulgent Owners, or
to the capable hands of the sponsors who had paid for their stay at the
Academy. They would remember a month long sexual adventure, and try to
recreate the highs and the multiple orgasms in their daily lives, newly
dedicated to the pursuit of sexual pleasure.
But my pet had been permanently modified through the extremity of her
initial training program. She appeared on the payroll as a model and
apprentice, and would go on to star in thousands of hours of extreme kink
streaming video available to discerning viewers with deep pockets. In
four weeks, I had begun to introduce the very start of the behaviour
modification and synaptic sculpting I wanted. I was really looking
forward to writing a program of sensory deprivation and extreme sexual
stimulation, utilizing the brain washing potential of the program to
institute further changes.
With her distended and sensitized clitoris protruding beyond the
protection of her outer labia, there was really no way to comfortably
wear clothing over her genitals without triggering excessive lubrication
and unintended orgasms. I outfitted her in a modified harem outfit,
with a waist cincher worn with harem pants. They were really closer to
chaps, baring her ass and genitals, a drape of silk around her thighs
fitting closely under the suspension restraints she wore on both wrists
and ankles.
I enjoyed adorning her beautiful, blackberry rose nipples with jewellery
of all kinds, showing a marked preference for jingling bells suspended
from delicate chains. Even a normal walking stride stimulated her
grossly distended clitoris. A heavy, stainless steel butt plug filled
her ass, a glittering cut glass `jewel' mounted in the base, more gems
glittering in her ears and around her throat.
It wasn't uncommon to see her desultorily dancing, her arms loosely
suspended over her head. She would slowly dance and stimulate herself to
multiple orgasms, particularly after she began the belly dancing lessons
and Latin dance classes. She wore a perfectly darling Latin dance dress,
with just the ruffle than swooped from her hips down to the back of the
dress. Of course, she wore it without the underskirt, baring her legs
and distended clitoris, her thighs slick with her arousal as she danced.
Once a week, my pet was put through the full training regimen, from the
morning suppositories, hydrotherapy and enema training, a complete
grooming, and then a session with each of the Academy's senior staff.
Of course, she received one hour of alternating ginger and vibration
cycling with vacuum suction of her clitoris out of every four hour time
period.
C.J. pushed her through a rigorous work out, including a genital whipping
that got our little darling off in a big way. Matron put her through a
thorough colonic irrigation and then a round of electro-therapy. Jules
and Amelia had separate sessions with her, both generally featuring
double penetration and extreme clitoral stimulation. Miss Kate put her
through a strict lesson in posture and deportment. The stimulation of
the fabric from Kate's gown coupled with the vigorous paddling had my
pet rocking and wailing through another series of orgasms.
I used the Epino to test her maximum dilation levels for both her vagina
and her anus. She clamped down with well trained strength, the
endurance developed over weeks of training enabling her to continue
flexing according to my instructions as often and as hard as I wanted her
to. She demonstrated the benefits of such training so beautifully,
having multiple orgasms, sending the pressure gauges dancing as her
sphincters clamped down with each self induced climax, triggered simply
by the repeated flexion of her PC muscle.
We completed her refresher training with a final round of ginger and
suction therapy, bringing her total ginger treatments for her day up to
four. This routine weekly treatment ensured that my pet's clitoris
maintained the required engorgement and sensitivity.
Although regular clothing was impossible, when outside the Academy my pet
generally wore the traditional burkha worn by Afghani women during the
Taliban's reign. It discouraged questions, ensured the preservation of
her modesty and left her open and available to me according to my
whims. Sometimes my pet even wore the sensory deprivation hood under
her robes.
As we moved around in public, my pet was always wet and held open by
plugs in her ass and cunt, some care taken to provide adequate
stimulation of both her nipples and her clitoris. Amelia in particular
delighted in the use of remote controlled electrical stimulators that
were unerringly focused on the lucky darling's clitoris. She was even
put through a ginger treatment and vibration therapy, the activities
hidden by her robe as she was put through the treatment while riding the
subway. Matron blandly explained her gyrations away as uncontrollable
grand mal epilepsy. She crooned brisk endearments and made sure that the
vibrations triggered at least one orgasm. She was whisked off the subway
at the next stop and bent over a toilet in the ladies bathroom for an
enthusiastic paddling that would make her come twice.
Wet and desperate, she would follow me around in a daze as we travelled
the city streets and rode in jets. She mounted herself on dildos and
fucked herself to orgasm, or climaxed simply from flexing her PC muscle.
Her pretty pink rosebud was left gaping open after machine fucking with a
fat dildo. Her clitoris was stimulated with hydrotherapy, repeated
exposure to raw ginger, powerful vibrations, electrical stimulation and
vacuum suction, multiple times throughout each day.
C.J. made her come multiple times, simply by forcing her to complete her
physical training routines. The flexible silicone clitoral paddle was
soft and warm, wrapping itself around whatever it hit. Just wide enough
to wrap across my pet's enlarged clitoral shaft, C.J. spanked her pussy
often, soon coaxing wet and sloppy sounds from that eager cunt. The
silicone strap was all heat and sting, setting my pet's clitoris on
fire. She yelped and squirmed, her cunt gushing and convulsing with each
new strike on her distended clitoris.
Wailing, my pet was slapped through to orgasm once and then again. Her
clitoris was even more swollen than usual, flushed a deeper rose, like
ripe raspberries. The raw ginger was a familiar torment, the burn
heating delicate tissues already on fire from the tireless slapping of
the silicone strap. She shuddered and sobbed as the ginger burned, the
effect enhanced by the usual powerful vibrations.
Suction, as always, totally devastated her. The stimulation of the
vacuum therapy on her sensitized and engorged clitoris triggered
shrieking, leg shaking orgasms that left her dazed and exhausted. I took
her out for lunch in a spanking skirt that hobbled her legs and exposed
her pretty bottom for my lavish attention. The latex skirt was carefully
lubricated with thick silicone lubricant, ensuring the maximum effect on
my pet's well trained clitoris. With her legs bound together, she
stimulated her clitoris with every short stride.
She wore the burkha over the outfit, hurrying along on her tip toes
beside me. Once inside the limo, I bared her buttocks and played with
her asshole as I spanked her until her ass was the proper shade of pink.
She was wet to her knees, having come multiple times while walking along
and twice during her spanking.
Removing the skirt, I spread her out across the bench seat, fastening her
ankles to the restraint points over her head. The position folded her in
half, rolling her pelvis up to expose her ass and sex. Gloving up both
hands, I pumped a generous quantity of lubricant over my latex clad
fingers and settled in to play.
After the long weeks of training, my pet was deliciously sensitive. She
clamped down eagerly on my fingers, softening sweetly as I slipped two
thumbs inside that hungry ass, gently flexing the first joint of my
thumbs and holding her open. She convulsed when I slid two fingers down
her well prepared clitoris.
I eased a single finger into her ass, coring her with my well lubricated
digit. One finger swiftly became two. I loved the way her anal
sphincter clung to my knuckles, trying to clamp down but unable to grip
with the generous coating of lube over slick latex. I dabbled several
fingers in her gushing cunt, adding even more lubrication to the ooze
that coated her sex and thighs. The largest rectal dilator held her
wide open, the shaft well lubricated, the ventilation hole preventing any
pressure build up, ensuring the my pet could wear the device comfortably
for hours.
My pet walked with the aid of two attendants, who steadied her if she
faltered while walking. The stimulation of the enormous rectal dilator
coupled with the repeated brush of fabric over her enlarged clitoris and
the gliding caress of her own labia slipping across the engorged mucous
membranes with each stride added up to a glorious level of arousal. My
pet came frequently, experiencing powerful multiple orgasms.
She was wet and desperate, her body open and available to me, slick and
ready for use. I could penetrate either or both of her holes, and
stimulate that extremely well trained clitoris. She was naked under the
robe, her thighs slick and wet with her sexual fluids. Even if the
burkha covered her from head to toe, she was still naked and exposed,
unable to hide either her sexual arousal or her frequent orgasms as she
was encouraged to walk, further stimulating her short circuiting senses.
This was her function as a pet, to be a sexual athlete always wet and
needy and ready for use. She proudly displayed herself as she
masturbated to climax, using either her hands or the toys that were
selected for her use. Matron always trotted along beside her, equipped
with the tools of her trade and the medical excuses that explained away
the convulsive movements and muffled cries.
There was even a remote controlled electro-stimulator that clamped firmly
around my pet's permanently enlarged clitoral shaft. She stumbled
along, soon learning how to use the walker we gave her. Leaning on the
handles, she shuffled along, hips jerking convulsively as she inescapably
stimulated her distended clitoris. This desperate dance while impaled
upon the largest rectal dilator was quite entrancing, particularly with
addition of a brisk paddling. The judicious application of the strap
ensured a brisk walking pace as well and heating her ass and thighs to
the proper shade of pink.
My pet was quite the perfect pleasure toy, trapped in a perfect
biofeedback loop of increasing arousal, her system hotwired, her body
radically modified by the extreme stimulation. There would be no going
back for her, no way to ever have anything approaching a normal life.
The only way to avoid stimulating her highly reactive clitoris was to
spread herself as wide as possible, both her holes open and available,
offered up for use. Of course, it left her clitoris so deliciously
vulnerable. It generally wasn't long before one of the Academy's
senior staff had imagined some new way to provide extreme stimulation and
further body modifications for my very pampered pet.
We steadily increased the level of electrical stimulation applied during
her treatment sessions, increasing the current and fiddling with the
frequency of the cycles until the most effective settings were
determined.
Amelia and Jules spent a few months tinkering with a motorized wheel
chair and then dragooned Jess to help them with a few software routines
and a bit of kinky robotics. After a sleepless night of brainstorming
and more than a little evil laughter, further modifications were
made^Åand work started on one of those electric carts that seniors often
drive, the four wheeled scooters. I rather suspected that it would be
modified for use other than that intended by the original manufacturer.
My pet had experienced her usual morning routine: Glycerine
suppositories and a vibrating butt plug for one hour. A brisk paddling
to start her day and then it was time for a mineral oil flush and a
further paddling while retaining the mineral oil, giving everything a
chance to finish loosening up. The next step was vacuum suction to her
nipples while receiving clitoral hydrotherapy to encourage the voiding of
her bladder and bowels. Rectal massage with soap and then a second round
of clitoral hydrotherapy, as her bowel was flushed three times.
She was immediately mounted on an examination table for one hour of
alternating ginger vibration and suction for her clitoris, which was by
that time so enlarged that it required a custom made suction tube to
accommodate its increased length and girth. It stood up proudly beyond
the protection of her labia when her legs were closed, leaving a surface
area approximately the size of a big man's thumb exposed and vulnerable.
Her nipples received alternating vacuum therapy and electro-stimulation,
keeping my pet's attention nicely focused on the things she should
concentrate on. C.J. worked her hard. No matter what other extremes we
pushed her body to, we also made sure that she had both the muscular
strength, endurance and the flexibility required to do the things we
demanded of her. C.J.'s training was of primary importance, and never
slighted, no matter what else might be going on in my pet's training.
Our resident Amazon had my pet stand at attention, hands laced behind her
head, feet placed precisely 1.5 metres apart to make herself available
for inspection. C.J. grunted, commented on her lubrication levels and
ordered her on to the treadmill. After a one mile slow jog, there was
one full hour of vigorous physical training and callisthenics followed by
a demanding stretching routine.
My pet stood at attention for her paddling, as C.J. used first a leather
slapper on her ass and thighs and then the silicone strap, whipping those
well trained nipples. She made herself more available for her clitoral
whipping, rolling on her back, hoisting her knees up to her shoulders,
holding her ankles up and as wide apart as possible with each hand to
ensure the maximum exposure to stimulation.
C.J. was a genius at clit whipping. She used that strap to make my pet
just gush with arousal. She slowly increased both the frequency and the
severity of her strokes until the required level of stimulation was
achieved. My pet was required to have at least two orgasms, and the
whipping would continue without respite until those climaxes were
achieved.
The attendants bathed her and took care of all the routine fluff and body
maintenance, then delivered her to the Academy's workshops, where Jules
and Amelia and Jess had been closeted for hours each day for months now.
The rest of us were dying of curiosity.
We all had enjoyed tormenting my pet and forcing her to come repeatedly
in any number of ways. Sally took particular delight in transporting her
and explaining away her orgasmic convulsions as uncontrollable fits.
The nurse's uniform and doctor's notes were typical of her gleeful
brand of perversion. The walker and the use of the burkha had
broadened the possibilities for public extreme play with our pet, but our
kinky geeks in residence had put their twisted little minds together for
new alternatives.
Many of our more advanced games required the use of electricity in some
way, either to run a powerful vibrator or in the form of direct
electro-therapy. Motorized wheelchairs and electric carts run on big
batteries, as do golf carts. Amelia's fascination with electro-therapy,
Jules' fabrication and hard engineering skills and Jess' software and
skill with small scale robotics all conspired to come up with some
fascinating new toys.
Matron Sally had provided valuable assistance, particularly for some of
the medical restraints incorporated into the first device. Based on a
motorized wheel chair for someone with severe disabilities and very
limited mobility, it had been hugely modified to provide a wide range of
stimulation options.
There were multiple options for anal and or vaginal penetration,
including dilation and compression as during Epino training, spinning or
thrusting penetration, multiple settings for the speed, power and cycle
frequency for multiple vibrators, electrical stimulation options that
were essentially limited only by the imagination and even a suction
device and several dispensers for lube and conducting jelly.
My pet did not look reassured as C.J. and Matron kicked the tires and
discussed possible training programs incorporating the new device. Jess
was showing Kate how the on board laptop computer used a few simple
commands on the touch screen to walk the trainer through the options.
Jules looked like she wanted to hand out cigars and Amelia just shot me
an evil grin, a startling expression on the face of a sweet faced middle
aged soccer mom.
Most electrical stimulation used for sexual purposes isn't terribly
powerful, to avoid any risk of causing heart problems or nerve damage.
That meant that it was easy to divert power from extra batteries fitted
to the motorized wheel chair. The same principles had been applied to
the second and larger toy, a motorized cart that no longer went anywhere.
More about <i>that</i> later^Å.
My pet's thighs were slick from her perpetually oozing cunt by the time
everyone was tired of playing with the settings on the device and wanted
to give it a test run. "I'm going to start her with the basic number
five rectal dilator," Amelia began. It was the largest of the dilators,
and while our pet was trained to accommodate even greater rectal
dilation, this was definitely the largest device ever in her ass. All
dildos and vibrators used were of smaller girth, many topping out at the
size of the number four dilator. "She's going to be here for a
while," Amelia explained cheerfully.
She then demonstrated the vibration capabilities. The sound of the motor
startled everyone with its power, a deep purring roar that soon had us
all grinning ear to ear in anticipation. Even my pet whimpered
gleefully. There were several other settings and vibration options, but
for this first test drive, Amelia chose that deep powerful throb for the
largest rectal dilator, ensuring that our pet's first impression was a
lasting one.
The familiar suck, hiss and thump of the vacuum pump startled a laugh out
of me. I clapped Jules on the shoulder, the dirty dog, congratulating
her on her creativity. Our pet sort of propped herself up on the arms of
the chair as Amelia fiddled with connections and fittings. The clitoral
stimulator was the bastard hybrid creation of our resident evil
geniuses. Fashioned of high tech silicone, it sealed tightly against
her pubic bone, riding the delicate hollow between her outer labia and
the base of the clitoral shaft, ending in a balloon shaped plug that rode
inside her gushing cunt, pulling out against the sphincter and snuggled
up tight against her g-spot. It provided a firm anchor point for the
clitoral stimulator, particularly since our pet's body would be
transmitting the powerful vibrations from the rectal dilator she was
impaled upon.
There were tiny supply lines inside the attachment, delivering additional
lubrication through the inserted tip of the vaginal bulb as well as at
the midway point between the head of her clitoris and the top of her
vagina, where gravity further wick the lube into her cunt. There were
multiple supply lines over the plump and meaty clitoris, dispensing
either lubricant or freshly squeezed ginger juice.
Jules swore she was putting a juicer and an espresso machine on the
larger cart. I almost believed her.
The clitoral attachment fitted firmly against the pet's permanently
distended genitals. There were multiple stimulation points for
electro-therapy and the entire arrangement would turn into a suction
fitting when the vacuum pump cycled on. Much to Amelia's delight, the
chair and its attachments made it possible to provide simultaneous vacuum
and electro-stimulation therapies.
Amelia soon had our pet mounted and secured. Her head was strapped to
the skull support, her body strapped into the medical body brace,
securing her in an upright position in the chair. Her legs were parted
slightly, making room for the clitoral attachment, the seat of the chair
specially modified to provide secure, padded support and room for the
instrumentation. There were restraint points just above and below her
knees as well as at her ankles. Her upper arms and wrists were also
strapped down.
Grinning, Jess started the sequence that would put our pet through a
variant of a very familiar training sequence. The supply lines dripped
fresh ginger over her clitoris during the vibration sequence, alternating
with the vacuum and electrical stimulation therapies. The plug in her
cunt vibrated and provided a delicious stream of current directly to her
g-spot and the enormous dilator in her ass throbbed with ten times the
power she was accustomed to. It shook her entire body, although the
noise was only a muted hum, barely covering the sound of the compressor.
She was too well secured to do more than writhe, squirm and twitch, her
face twisting as she panted and gasped and cried out. "Now, ladies,"
Amelia said briskly, "we may transport our pet as desired." Using the
controls on the back of the wheel chair, Amelia guided the chair and our
convulsing pet out of the work shop and on to the freight elevator,
leading a trail of grinning perverts.
On the main floor, Amelia led the way off the elevator and through the
halls of the Academy. Attendants were holding forth is several
classrooms, and groups of sweating young ladies in their sports bras and
running shoes were engaged in a vigorous workout.
There were wide eyes and slack jaws as we trundled past with our pet in
her chair, cheerfully squirming as she came, yelping out her thanks to
the wicked inventors. Amelia just laughed and informed us that this was
only the beginning. With a few taps of the keyboard, our pet was
started on a course of stimulation that had her shuddering and wailing as
she came again and again.
I laughed as the champagne cork burst from the bottle. Kate winked at
me, and began filling the glasses that Jules produced from a storage
cabinet mounted on the back of the chair with a truly understandable
flourish.
We toasted the success of the project and our pet, who was too busy
having yet another orgasm to join us in our toast. I couldn't even
begin to imagine what delights would emerge from the workshop tomorrow,
but I suspected it would provide the entire Academy with endless hours of
enjoyment.
We may have been Ladies of a Certain Age, but we still knew how to have a
good time.