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Authors name: b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
Story title : Education of Slave Jim Brodie - Part I
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The Education of Slave Jim Brodie - Part I
by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
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Jim Brodie's Mistress sends him to cunt-slave school.
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CHAPTER 1-- Introduction
Friday I agreed to be a sex slave. I thought I would
make a good one since I have a big cock that is hard
most of the time. But after only an hour my mistress
became very exasperated with me because I was unable to
please her as a good slave should. "You don't even know
how to lap a cunt properly," she complained. "You're
probably even more useless at advanced tasks."
I was devastated. "But Mistress, I'll do anything you
want, just teach me." She dismissed this pitiful
suggestion with a wave of her hand. "I haven't got time
for that kind of nonsense. I'm a busy woman. I want a
useful slave, not a useless one."
I was already on my knees before her and my cock was
rapidly wilting in disappointment. "Please don't send
me away from you. I want to serve you. Please, please
give me a chance," I whined.
"I can't be bothered," she said haughtily and marched
out. I was crying by now in frustration. I ached to be
her slave. I wanted to worship her beautiful tits and
cunt and serve her with my tongue and cock. But I was a
failure. What could I do?
I raced after her. "Mistress, if I enroll at the Sex
Slave Academy and get good grades will you let me try
to serve you again?"
She paused, turned and considered me thoughtfully. I
sank to my knees before her in an imploring posture.
"I'll work hard and take every course you think is
important, Mistress. But please give me another
chance."
And that is why I was now, on Monday, at the front door
of the Sex Slave Academy ready to undergo a two-week
course for cunt slaves. Mistress had kindly signed my
application (you have to be sponsored by your Mistress,
you can't just show up) and had sent in the form
indicating what skills I was to acquire. I did not know
what courses she had requested. It was not my place to
know. It was my job to learn as much as I was taught so
that I could be a good slave for her.
I entered the reception area where I found a woman
dressed in a business suit behind a desk. Facing her on
her left was a naked man with his legs spread and his
hands behind his head wearing a green collar around his
neck. "Who are you?" she snapped without looking up
from the forms she was filling out.
"I'm Jim Brodie," I said.
She looked up and glared at me. The proper reply is, "I
am slave Jim Brodie, Mistress."
She stretched a paper out at me. "Read and sign this,
slave, or leave immediately." I took the proffered page
and read:
I, Jim Brodie, accept that for the next fourteen days I
am a slave-in-training at the SSA. I will instantly
obey the orders of all females at the Academy to the
best of my ability. I recognize that I am subject to
physical punishment for inadequate or laggard
performance.
I looked up and started to ask "Does this mean..."
Before I could finish, the woman said, "Sign or leave,
there is no discussion!" She held a pen toward me. I
hesitated, but my desire to be a good slave overwhelmed
my few qualms. I signed and placed the paper and pen on
the desk.
The woman leaned back in her chair and gazed arrogantly
at me. "Strip!" I was startled and hesitated. "That's
one demerit for hesitation," she said and made a
notation in a ledger. "Strip!" she said again.
I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. By the time I was
naked, my cock was getting hard.
"Assume the position," she commanded, "legs apart,
hands behind the head elbows back. Eyes down." I
quickly took up the same posture as the naked man next
to me.
I could see in my peripheral vision that she was
looking me over very thoroughly with an expression of
great amusement. Her eyes lingered on my cock, arousing
me to further stiffness. "Judging by the condition of
your cock," she said teasingly, "you must think you're
going to have fun here."
I actually thought so.
"You won't," she said with emphasis, "but you'll be a
useful cunt slave when you leave. Put this collar on."
She handed me a green collar that I attached around my
neck. "Keep that on at all times. It indicates the
punishment level you are subject to. Why your mistress
thinks you can be properly trained at such a low level
of discipline amazes me. Both of you are obviously
worthless pricks. But maybe you'll forget to keep it on
and then you're subject to any punishment any mistress
wants, including death!"
That scared the hell out of me, wilting my cock a
little. But the thought that my mistress valued me
enough to restrict my punishments encouraged me to
think my future here and in her care would prove
enjoyable. I vowed to keep the collar firmly around my
neck. Little did I know now that the green level
included a wide range of humiliating and painful
punishments. I would come to pity the slaves with
yellow and red collars. The slaves without any collars
at all didn't last long.
She addressed both of us. "Slaves Jim and Bill, You two
will go through basic training together. It begins
now." She picked up a quirt from her desk, stood and
said, "Follow me!"
She moved toward a door at a quick step and we hurried
to follow. The sight of her long legs in high heel
shoes and her voluptuous ass wiggling under a
fantastically tight silk skirt hardened my cock to full
extension.
CHAPTER 2 - The Discipline Mistress
The receptionist led us into a spacious room containing
mirrors, benches, mysterious frames, hooks, chains and
a toilet, sink and shower. The ambience sent a frisson
of fear through my cock. She turned to us and stared at
our cocks with a smirk on our face.
"You'll soon learn to keep those pitiful specimens
under control. Stand in the position facing that door.
Your discipline instructor will be here when she's
ready to begin your training, hopeless as you may be.
There will be no talking between you. Just stand there
and think about how much you want to serve your
Mistress' cunt." She left through the smaller doorway
we had entered.
We stood facing the door she had indicated. It was a
double one. My anticipation was so high that it seemed
hours that we waited, although it was probably only
fifteen minutes or so. Suddenly both doors slammed open
and the most thrilling, yet frightening, apparition
strode purposefully through toward us. She was a
magnificent blonde of almost six feet.
She was wearing a skin-tight Lycra body-suit of bright
red that molded her fantastic figure. Her jizz-
inspiring tits thrust forward and her protuberant
nipples were obvious. She was wearing thigh-high boots
with very high heels, making her height even more
imposing. She too was carrying a quirt that she beat
rhythmically and menacingly against her palm.
All of this was intimidating enough, but the thing that
sent a shiver of fear though me and almost wilted my
cock was that she was wearing a black dildo of huge
proportions, fully a foot long and three inches in
diameter. I had the sudden realization that a green
collar might protect me from some punishments, but a
reaming at both ends was not among them.
My first reaction was to run. My second was the
realization that I was thrilled at the humiliating
prospect of having that gorgeous goddess grasp my hips
and plunge that huge fuck-tool deep into my asshole
while she cruelly twisted my cock and balls.
She strode deliberately up to us and slowly scanned our
bodies with her intimidating and penetrating eyes. From
her demeanor I was sure she could see into my miserable
soul. She slowly circled us and then came to stand
close in front of us with the menacing dildo inches
from our own cocks that were so puny by comparison. The
effect on me was at once demeaning, intimidating and
thrilling. "Kneel you useless slobs. You're not yet fit
to be addressed as slaves."
We knelt before her side by side, her huge menacing
dildo inches from our eyes and mouths. She continued to
berate us. "I am Mistress Anne and you will soon rue
the day you came before me. You are soft and useless.
You have no discipline. You have no skills. You are of
no use to a real woman. My job, God help me, is to turn
you into decent slaves. My guess is the job may be
impossible, but I will turn you into decent cunt-
worshippers or you will die trying."
She continued in her intimidating tone. "I am your
discipline mistress. My job is to improve your body
appearance, teach you to obey instantly and eagerly and
have you at your training sessions on time and eager to
impress the instructors. I will always be on hand to
administer punishment. Every infraction earns instant
punishment. I'm limited by the green collar you wear,
but don't worry. I know how to push those limits and
I'll make you miserable. I am also responsible to keep
track of your infractions so that you are properly
attended to during each evening's punishment session.
"You're bodies stink! Starting tomorrow you'll do
physical training to develop decent muscle tone, but
right now I want you in those showers. I want you to
shave of all the hair on your body except eyebrows and
eyelids. Help each other if you have to. And keep those
cocks hard while you do so. You have thirty minutes
starting now, but after this you'll have only ten
minutes to do a proper wash and shave."
She looked meaningfully at her watch and started
tapping the quirt against her thigh. I thought she
would leave us at this point, but I was to discover
that except while sleeping we were never alone. A
mistress was always present to watch us do our duties.
We moved into the showers and started washing. It was
humiliating to have a smirking woman watch us as we
soaped our bodies. "Get those foreskins clean and don't
forget your assholes."
I turned a bright crimson from embarrassment but
complied. I lathered and started shaving. It was
difficult to shave my groin without nicking myself but
I thought I was doing a good job. When we had finished
to our satisfaction, we stood before Mistress.
She circled us slowly inspecting closely. "Lift up your
balls," she said. I flamed as I complied. "Each of you
has failed. You have missed the hair on your backs and
there is hair under your balls. Grab your ankles, ass
in the air!" We quickly complied and she delivered
three stinging blows to our respective asses. "Now
assist each other to do the job right. Slaves must
learn to cooperate in pleasing their mistresses."
We hurriedly took turns shaving each other's backs and
balls. It was weird to be kneeling before another man
holding up his ball sack and shaving his hair with my
eyes inches from his thrusting cock. I thought it would
turn me off when he shaved me, but his hand holding my
cock felt good and I hardened even more. Was I a
bisexual without knowing it?
When we were once again ready, Mistress Anne ran her
hands over our chests and backs and fondled our cock
and balls before declaring that we were smooth enough
for now. My balls nearly erupted from the silky caress
by this fuck-tool bearing goddess. She told us that
were to shave our bodies every day and our faces three
times a day. A slave must be smooth, especially his
face which would spend a lot of time buried in a cunt.
Cunt burn is not acceptable so faces must be smooth.
She then declared that we were physically soft. "Part
of my job is to firm up your bodies. So you are going
to undergo a rigorous physical training program
starting now." She led us to the starting line of an
outdoor quarter-mile track. "When I say 'go' you are to
do twenty laps of the track. I'll be timing you."
Fondling her massive dildo she continued, "If you fail
to finish within 40 minutes you'll get reamed by this
dildo. Every day you'll be expected to be faster. As an
added incentive, the loser of this race will give the
winner a blow job." I could tell that the other slave
was as appalled and frightened as I was. I expected a
no-holds-barred race. "By the way, if your cocks aren't
hard when you cross the finish line you'll get ten
lashes with this quirt."
"GO!" she commanded and we were off.
I knew better than to sprint, or I would collapse after
only a few laps. But I had never run with my cock and
balls hanging free and it quickly became clear that
athletic supporters existed for a reason. Running
became more and more painful. But the image of that
dildo in my ass or Bill's cock down my throat was a
sufficient spur to run on.
As an added incentive Mistress Anne whipped us on the
ass with her quirt each time we passed her. My opponent
failed to pace himself and was soon barely able to walk
as I passed him on the fifteenth lap. I grimly carried
on and during the final lap reached down and started
stroking my cock to assure that it would be hard at the
finish line.
It was and as I waited for Slave Bill Mistress Anne
only demanded that I give her twenty pushups. She
counted them with firm swats to my ass. But I did get
my reward. When Bill finally crossed the finish line
Mistress Anne was furious at him. "On your hands and
knees you miserable specimen."
She quickly got in front of him and shoved her huge
dildo in his face. She greased it menacingly inches
from her face "This is going up your asshole for your
failure. And because you came in second you can suck
Slave Jim's cock. Make sure to swallow every drop of
his jizz or there'll be further punishments."
She got behind him and lined up her ass reamer and
started inserting it firmly up his rectum. To keep him
steady she grasped his cock and balls with her free
hand and twisted painfully. He yowled, opening his
mouth, and Mistress Anne commanded me "Stick your cock
in his mouth!"
I obeyed. I'm not a fan of getting blow-jobs from guys,
but this was infinitely superior to giving one while my
ass was explored with a huge dildo. Bill closed his
lips around my cock and I pumped my tool in and out.
"Deeper," commanded Mistress Anne, "Mouth fuck him to
the root!"
I grabbed his head and used the purchase to pump my
cock firmly down his throat. Jim was moaning with
humiliation and pain but I knew I must pump until I
came and Mistress Anne was showing no pity as she
slammed her huge fuck tool deep into his bowels.
Being naked before two luscious females for the last
hour or more had built up a huge charge of semen in my
balls. When I came it was with a scream and a torrent
of red-hot jizz that gushed into Bill's throat. I
helped him by bottoming out so the wad went straight
down his throat preventing him from spilling any.
When I came Mistress Anne came too and we both pulled
out from the slave who fell sobbing to the ground.
Continued in part 2?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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