From s_racer@primenet.com Wed 31 May 95 22:58:13 From:
davidson@whale.st.usm.edu (James C.  Davidson) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: sherry3 (teen,incest)
Date: 22 Feb 1995 18:43:10 GMT
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   Sherrys adventures continue...



   The next day Sherry was in her room thinking about the night before. 
She really had enjoyed her lessons in sex.  She was very happy that her
baby body was able to put up with it.  She hoped more lessons were on the
way.

   About 5:30 her sister knocked on The door.  "Its Kim" she said.  " May I
come in?"

   "Come on in." Sherry replied.

   Kim walked into the room.  Sherry noticed that her sister had her box of
toys.  This pleased Sherry very much.  She could feel her tiny pussy
getting wet already.

   "Daddy told me to tell you he really enjoyed fucking you last night."
Kim said.  "I am sort of jealous.  He told Mommy and me that he enjoys your
pussy the best.  He said that your baby pussy is the best he ever had"

   Sherry looked at the box and asked "Is there more lessons tonight?"

   "Yes there is.  Take off your clothes." answered Kim.

   Sherry did as she was told.  As Sherry was undressing, Kim noticed that
she was not wearing any underwear.  Kim smiled at Sherry approvingly. 
"That is the way you should always dress unless you are on your period."

   Kim opened up the box.  She took out what looked like a tube of
toothpaste with the words KY-Jelly on it.  She also took out what looked
like a small plastic plug.  She was wondering what these were for.

   Kim saw the look on Sherry's face.  "This is to help you get loosened up
in your butt.  Get on the bed in the Doggie position and I will stick it in
you."

   Sherry again did as she was told.  This scared here a little bit.  She
felt her sister rub something on her little shit hole.  It felt greasy.

   Kim told Sherry "This may hurt a little bit.  I am going to insert this
plug in your butt.  So don't move around too much.  Just enjoy the pain."

   Sherry could fell the plug enter her little ass.  Her sister was right,
it hurt and it hurt like fucking hell.Sherry screamed in pain "Please quit.
Take it out.  It hurts too much!".  Tears were coming out of her eyes.  Kim
ignored the cries and kept inserting it in.

   After it was inserted all the way, it did not hurt as much.  It sort of
felt good, tought Sherry.  She could fell it deep in her ass.  She wished
that it would go deeper.

   "Its about time for dinner." Kim replied.  "Don't bother getting
dressed. Mommy and Daddy want you to remain naked all night.  Then after
dinner you are going to get your final lesson."



   When Sherry got to the dinner table she noticed that everyone else had
clothes on.  She felt everyone look at her small tender body.  She noticed
Mitch, her fourteen year old brother look at her in a strange way.  Mitch
just sat there and looked at his baby sister.  He smiled at Sherry when he
saw here.  He did not believe what his Kim had told him about his sister's
body, but he could see it was the truth.  He felt his fourteen year old
dick get hard.

   "How do you feel, my baby lover." asked Sherry's father.

   "I feel OK.  Except I have this butt plug stuck in my little ass.  What
is it for?" asked Sherry.

   "You are going to get butt fucked after dinner." Her Mother answered.

   Sherry could not wait for dinner to get over with.  She felt more
excited then she did last night.  She knew that this lesson would be the
one she would really enjoy.

   After dinner, the whole family retired to the master bedroom.  Sherry
sat on the bed while everyone felt her up.  This was making a little girl's
pussy very wet.  Sherry wanted to get it started.

   Kim had her box of toys with her.  She opened it up and dumped it on the
bed.  Sherry now could see that there was an assortment of vibrators,
dildos and butt plugs in the box.  She could not wait to start using them.

   Everyone got undressed.  Then they all got on the bed next to Sherry. 
They continued to feel her up.  It was a great feeling for Sherry.  It made
her pussy so wet that she started to get the bed sheets soaked with her
juices.

   "Let me take that small butt plug out of you" said Kim.  "Then I can put
this bigger one in.  Your ass has to be loose for Mitch to stick his dick
in you."

   Sherry got in the doggie position.  Kim grabbed on to the butt plug and
pulled it out.  It hurt and Sherry yelled in pain.  She hoped that the
bigger butt plug would hurt just as much.

   Kim grabbed the KY-Jelly and greased up her little sister.  She grabbed
the next largest butt plug she could find from the toys.  She put KY-Jelly
on it and inserted this into her little sister's ass.

   Kim kept re-fitting her sister with different butt plugs for about an
hour while everyone else watched.  Sherry noticed her brother was
masturbating.  His dick looked big enough to please Sherry's little ass.

   After the last butt plug was inserted and taken out, Kim said that
Sherry should be ready.  Kim said that Sherry's butt should be able to take
the biggest cock that could be found.  Sherry was sure that her sisters was
correct.

   Mitch said "Get one of those big vibrators ready for me.  Grease it up
with KY-Jelly real good.  I want it to slip in easy."

   Sherry gasped.  She did not want one of those big vibrators in her butt.
She saw Kim grab one and greased it up.  Then she gave it to Mitch.  Then
Mitch turned it on.

   Mitch said "Grease up my asshole Kim.  Make it really lubricated so the
vibrator will be able to fit in my ass easy.  Then put it in and make sure
the vibrator is deep in me so it will not come out."

   Sherry realized in relief that the vibrator was for her sweet brothers
ass.  She could hear him moan while Kim greased his ass.  Mitch really
moaned when the vibrator entered his ass.  Kim made sure that it would not
fall out while Mitch butt fuked his sister.

   Sherry's father and mother got up and each took one of the vibrators and
inserted it into the other's ass.  Kim took the last of the vibrators and
put it in her own ass.  Then Mitch entered Sherry's tight little ass whole
and the whole family had something up their ass.

   Sherry could feel her brother's dick in her ass.  It hurt so good.  She
wanted Mitch to fuck the hell out of her ass.  She liked this better then
getting fucked in her baby pussy.  It was a fantastic feeling.

   Sherry's mother and father were busy having vibrators up their ass and
in the 69 position.  Sherry could hear them moan in pleasure.  To act like
a big girl, Sherry started to moan also.  She could feel Mitches dick deep
in her.

   "I am about to come." cried Mitch.  "My love juices are about to spurt
in to you Sherry."

   "Put it in me." Demanded Sherry.

   Mitches juices shot into Sherry's little ass.  Sherry cried "Ride me
cowboy."

   Mitch withdrew his dick and Sherry's father got up and took his place.
Sherry thought that his dick was going to hurt, but it didn't.  Sherry
thought that she was a big slut now.  She knew that her brother and father
liked fucking her in the ass.

   Her father came inside her a few minutes later.  This felt good.  She
felt all that sperm enter her ass.  It felt as if her father let out a
gallon of sperm.  It filled her all the way up.

   After her father was done, all the vibrators came out of everyone asses.
Kim went in the bathroom and washed them all off.  Then she came back and
inserted the biggest one in Sherry's ass.

   "This vibrator will stay in you till you have an orgasm." her father
said.  "That should not be too long from now."

   Her father was right.  Sherry started to have an orgasm the minute that
Kim inserted it in.  Sherry whole body started to shake.  The orgasm was
one of the biggest anyone has ever felt.  She sat there for over ten
minutes in pure pleasure.

   Everyone else was busy making out.  Kim was making out with her brother
and the parents where kissing and playing with each other.

   When Sherry's butt orgasm subsided, Kim got up from her brother to take
out the vibrator.  She took it to the bathroom and washed it.  Her father
followed her in the bathroom to wash his dick.

   When Sherry's father returned, he mounted Sherry and started to pump her
sweet little pussy.  Sherry started to scream in pleasure.  She felt her
fathers big dick deep in her.  She loved her father so much for what he was
doing.

   "I am coming Sherry." claimed her father.  "I love you so much.  My dick
feels so great in your tight pussy.  AHHHHH!!"

   "Fuck me harder Daddy.  I want to feel your love juices in my cunt.  I
love you so much."

   Sherry felt all the sperm enter her pussy.  She had another massive
orgasm.  Sherry could feel her baby pussy grab onto her fathers dick.  It
did not want to let go.  They kept going until her father came again.

   During this time Mitch was fucking his mother while Kim was playing with
herself.  Mitch was going wildly at his mother.  She started to scream
"FUCK ME HARDER DAMN IT!" Then Mitches dick let out his sperm in her.

   Kim took a vibrator and stuck it in her pussy.  She took another one and
stuck it up her ass.  She watched her family go at it with each other.  It
was such a beautiful sight.

   After everyone came to orgasm, they all got up.  Sherry's mother and
father went to go take a shower.  Mitch went to his room.  He grabbed one
of the clean vibrators and took it with him.  He said he was going to use
it on himself while he masturbated.

   Sherry and Kim laid on the bed holding each other."Sherry.' said Kim.

   "Yes." replied Sherry.

   "There are some things you have to know about sex now.  This is how a
man and a woman make a baby.  You have to be careful when you do it with
other guys other then Dad or Mitch.  You could find yourself in trouble."

   "Can Mitch and Daddy get me pregnant?" asked Sherry.

   "Mitch can, but don't worry, he only fucked you in the ass.  Daddy can't
because he had an operation shortly after you were born.  He can't get
anyone pregnant."

   "So what do I do if I want to fuck someone other then Daddy." asked

   Sherry.

   Kim took a small box from the toys.  She opened it up and Sherry could
see that there were pills like aspirin in it.  "These are birth control
pills.  Take one each day.  Don't have sex with anyone besides Daddy for 30
days.  Then the pill will work and you will not be able to become
pregnant."

   "Thanks Kim." replied Sherry.  "Your the best sister I could ever have.
I dont think there is too much to worry about though.  I love Daddy too
much to fuck anyone else."

   "OK.  But the pills are here if you ever need them.  By the way, I think
Daddy really loves you very much."

   Shortly Sherry's daddy came back.  Kim cleaned up the room and left. 
Sherry sat on the bad and looked at her father.

   "Mommy and I have decided that for the next week you should sleep in
here with me.  She will sleep in your room.  This way I will be able to
teach you privately about sex."

   "Thanks Daddy.  I love you very much.  I was lucky to have you be my
first lover.  Can we fuck again?"

   Sherry's Daddy got onto the bed and they fucked until they both fell
asleep in each others arm.







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======= Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Story: (FF/m - sp; en) Ms.  Sherry pt.2
From: an113687@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 09:00:13 UTC



   I am purging all of my collection of stories.  They come from several
sources (I wrote many), and before I erase the hard disk I wanted to post
them for others.  Hope someone enjoys them.

   CountryBoy

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   Mistress Sherry's Specialty Part - 2

   Chapter 3: Hot 'n Cold & Running Water
======================================

   Mistress Laureen took me back to the showers, where Mistress Sherry was
waiting for us.  They had me get back up on the table, and again ordered me
into the NOSE DOWN & BOTTOM UP position.  Mistress Sherry had refilled the
enema bag, and again I was staring at the nozzle while they talked for a
minute.  I didn't hear all of what they were saying because I was staring
at the enema nozzle just a few inches in front of my face.  It was an extra
large butt plug converted so that a tube was stuck through its middle.

   As I wondered how it would feel, and dreaded the upcoming attempt to
insert it I heard Mistress Sherry tell Mistress Laureen to "regrease" my
asshole.  Almost simultaneously I felt her stick two fingers, and then
another, into me and begin working them around to thoroughly lubricate me
again.  I tried to relax, and closed my eyes to concentrate on loosening my
anal sphincter as much as possible.  Suddenly I felt the fingers slide out
and the nozzle start in.  It was huge.  I pushed out as much as I could to
ease its passage, but the pain of its entry brought tears to my eyes.  Just
as I thought I was going to have to scream for relief from the intrusion I
felt its ridge pass into me and there was some relief from the stretching.

   The ladies allowed me a minute of rest while they did something out of
my vision.  Then I heard the ominous CLICK of the valve and felt the air in
the tube rush into my gut, followed by the water.

   "AAARRHHH !" I yelled immediately.  The water was ICE COLD, and my poor
abused gut started cramping savagely as soon as it hit.  Mistress Sherry
just laughed and told Mistress Laureen that this kind of "surprise" always
generated that kind of reaction.  Then she told me that while she'd slow
down the flow a little bit, I was going to take it all before she stopped.
She asked Mistress Laureen to begin massaging my gut, while she reached
between my legs and grabbed my cock.

   Every few seconds I could feel the cold water run into a new section of
my bowels, and every time I'd have another gut wrenching cramp.  Mistress
Sherry was massaging my cock fairly aggressively, and each time she saw me
react to a cramp she'd speed up a bit.  Every time I got even a little
close to cumming she'd push it back between my legs and squeeze the tip to
stop the orgasm response.  The pain from the enema and gut massage on one
hand and the pleasure from her hand on my cock was confusing as hell, and
driving me crazy.

   Finally I heard the gurgle of the last few drops of water and heard
Mistress Laureen clamp off the hose.  Mistress Sherry slowed down and then
stopped her hand on my cock, but didn't remove it.

   "Now that it's all in, you can concentrate on holding it for a while,"
she said.  "Mistress Laureen can concentrate on your backside with the
hairbrush since you didn't hold the first enema as long as you were ordered
to.  I believe that you earned 30 strokes."

   I had been so focused on the pain in my gut and pleasure in my crotch
that I had totally forgotten about the spanking I had been promised for
failing with the first enema.  I started to babble that I'd do better if
she'd only give me another chance when SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT! 
SPLAT!  again set my bottom on fire.  Mistress Laureen had started the
spanking.

   Mistress Sherry again started playing with my cock, and this time I had
three conflicting sensations to deal with.  Just as the fire in my
penetrated through my whole body another group of 5 landed.  I tensed up so
much that my gut started cramping again and my anus bruised itself
squeezing the plug nozzle.

   For the first time since I was a little boy I was so overwhelmed by a
punishment that I started to cry.  At first it was just a whimper of two,
but when the third set of hairbrush spanks landed I was totally defeated
and out of control.  I was just bawling.  It was so bad that even with the
cock teasing I lost my erection.

   Mistress Laureen finished the spanking, and somehow I managed to retain
the enema while she did it.  I guess that the plug nozzle helped on that
score.  Mistress Sherry and Mistress Laureen both just stepped back and let
me cry for a couple of minutes, and then stepped up and rubbed my sore
bottom and back and comforted me.  Having made me so completely theirs they
clearly enjoyed the victory.

   After a few minutes I had composed myself a bit.  Mistress Sherry had me
stand up and she reclined on the table.  "Now slave, I think you're ready
to please me.  Start licking that pussy until I tell you to stop, and
listen closely to my instructions.  Do it exactly as I tell you to, or I'll
ask Mistress Laureen to remind you to listen more closely.  The reminder
will be another set of brush strokes."

   Needless to say, with that incentive I sucked in my blubbering and dove
into my task.  She had me lick her clit and then her cunt, and then back to
her clit again.  It seemed like I'd worked on her for at least 15 minutes
when my tongue started to get really tired.  I slowed down just a bit, and
though I don't know how she was signaled, Mistress Laureen gave me five
strokes with the brush right across the crease where my thighs meet my
bottom cheeks.  I restarted in earnest and didn't care how tired I got.  I
wasn't going to earn that reminder again.

   After an eternity she pushed me away.  "Well slave, you only made me cum
three times.  Next time you'll have to do better, but for a first time I
guess we'll let it pass."

   Mistress Laureen then took me back to the bathroom, pulled out the plug
nozzle (rather brutally) and let me release the enema.  As before, my sore
bottom was forced on the toilet seat with the hard rubber ridges.  As
before Mistress Laureen made me suck her nipples.  As before she made me
beg her for toilet paper, and as before she totally humiliated me by wiping
my bottom herself.



   Chapter 4: Completely Clean ===========================

   As Mistress Laureen led me back to the shower room for the third time I
wondered what else these two women could do to me.  Already they had
embarrassed and humiliated more than I had imagined possible, they had
tortured my insides and beaten my bottom, and they had so totally taken
control of my body that I had regressed into a bawling little boy.  Yet
when I saw Mistress Sherry standing next to another full enema bag hanging
from a shower I knew it wasn't over.

   This was to be the final cleaning out of my gut, I was told.  They
ordered me to bend over the table while they explained and inserted a long
colon tube up my ass.  The tube, they said, would allow them to start the
water into me very near the beginning of my large intestine.  I was to hold
as much water in as possible, but when I absolutely couldn't take any more
I would let it out.  Once I started letting any out I should push out as
much as possible.  The tube would be held in place by a collar placed
around it and stuck just inside my anal sphincter.  Unless I worked very
hard, I wouldn't be able to push the collar out but the water could flow
out around it.

   The enema bag was an open top model so that they could refill it as
often as needed.  The flushing of water through my gut would continue until
the water I released was as completely clear as it was on its way in. 
Mistress Sherry said that it usually took about 3 to 5 flushes.

   As an incentive to take as much in as possible before I let any out,
every time I let any out they would give me two strokes with a rubber
paddle.  It was lying on the table and looked very harsh.  To manage the
mess I would make the entire process would take place with me standing at
the intersection of two shower streams.

   By the time they had finished this explanation I was tied with my hands
above my head at a point between two showers.  Each Mistress turned one on
and pointed it at me.  One was just a bit too hot and the other just a bit
too cold.

   Mistress Sherry clicked the valve on the enema bag and the flow started.
This was the first time I'd ever had a colon tube used on me and the effect
was strange.  I really did feel the water first hit me high up in my
bowels. Also, since I was standing and relatively closer to the bag's
height, the pressure wasn't as bad as I expected.

   After a few minutes, however, the pressure in my gut was every bit as
bad as it ever got.  I'd been watching the water level in the bag and was
determined not to let any out until I'd taken the whole bag, but then
Mistress Laureen refilled it from one of the shower heads and I gave up on
that idea.  I tried not to look, but after a few more seconds I knew I was
going to have to release a load of water.  I glanced over at the two
Mistresses, and was disappointed to see that they were both watching me
closely.  I really didn't want them to see me shit out the water, but I
finally realized that I had no choice.  I relaxed my anal sphincter and
dumped at least two quarts of water on the shower room floor into the flow
of water towards the drain.

   Mistress Sherry walked over to the edge of the water and looked at the
floor.  "Well slave, you're still full of shit it appears." As I looked up
at her Mistress Laureen landed the first of two hard paddle swats on the
top part of my ass cheeks.  Then the second one hit just as I was
recovering from the surprise of the first.

   My poor bottom had taken almost all it could, and I again was almost
ready to cry.  I started concentrating on holding the water again, but the
paddle landed a third time.  "...talking to you slave.  Can't you hear me ?
Do we need to get your attention again ," Mistress Laureen was saying.

   I had missed her question !  "Please no, Mistress.  I just couldn't hear
you over the noise of the water.  What did you say, Mistress ," I asked.

   She repeated that she wanted me to guess how big the enema bag was and
how much water I was letting run through my gut.  I guessed 2 quarts,
adding that I thought that was the size of all enema bags.

   Both Mistresses laughed and Mistress Laureen told me that they had been
using 3 quart bags on me that night, and that in time they would get me
able to take enemas of up to 4 quarts, at least.

   I again had to let out a load of water, and with Mistress Sherry
swinging the paddle they broke me again.  I was once more returned to the
condition of a crying little boy, but this time rather than comfort me in
any way they both just stood there and made fun of me.

   Try as I might I just couldn't stop crying as I stood there with water
cascading out of my butt, my bottom cheeks burning and these two sexy but
cruel women laughing at me.

   After seeing that they had touched the bottom of my despair they decided
to stop the enemas and they untied me and sent me to the bathroom This time
I was allowed to go alone!  They told me to be back in four minutes for the
end of the session, after which I could clean up and go home.

   I really tried hard to empty myself completely while I was on the
toilet. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I was eager to get the
last of it over with and get out of there.

   When I returned to the shower room, they took me back to the punishment
table and blindfolded me.  After standing still for a few minutes they made
me bend over the edge of the table, and I could tell that my face was only
inches from a woman's pussy.  I wondered which.  Suddenly someone was
whispering in my ear to start licking, and remembering the penalty for
inadequate performance in this situation before I dove in with gusto.

   Moments after I was licking the pussy (Mistress Laureen's, I decided
since the taste was different than before), I felt a dildo being shoved
rapidly into my asshole and the instant it was deeply planted there I felt
Mistress Sherry's legs bang up against my thighs.  I was being butt fucked
with a strap on dildo!

   She had taken me so fast that I'd not been able to relax and accommodate
the dildo very much, so I truly felt as though I were being raped.  I
stopped licking for a second or two as I groaned and I felt a hand grab my
left nipple and tweak it harshly.  Mistress Laureen ordered me back to work
on her pussy, which I did.

   Meanwhile, Mistress Sherry was aggressively pounding into and out of my
ass with her strap on.  I heard her announce that she intended to continue
until Mistress Laureen had cum as many times as she wanted.  I also felt
her reach around to my cock and begin massaging it.

   Mistress Laureen came at least twice, and seconds after the second time
Mistress Sherry accelerated her hand on my cock.  Then I heard her almost
yell "Cum for me slave.  Cum for me now!"

   I hadn't realized that I was as close as I must have been, for almost
immediately I had a crashing orgasm and shot cum all over her hand and the
table.  After one more deep thrust with the dildo she stopped.  She left it
buried to the hilt in me and unstrapped it from her hips.  I was dimly
aware that Mistress Laureen had gotten up from the table, but I just lay
there in the half twilight that lingers just after a terrific orgasm.

   WHAP!  "Get up and get moving, slave." Mistress Sherry ordered.  "You
have 10 minutes to shower and get dressed and get out of here.  It's way
past closing.  Next time Cynthia sends you over here we won't be nearly so
easy on you."

   As I started to comply with her orders only one thought filled my mind:
NEXT TIME ??

   (to be continued)

  
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Subject: Story: (FF/m - sp; en) Ms.  Sherry pt.4
From: an113687@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 25 Jun 1995 09:00:02 UTC



   I am purging all of my collection of stories.  They come from several
sources (I wrote many), and before I erase the hard disk I wanted to post
them for others.  Hope someone enjoys them.

   CountryBoy

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   Mistress Sherry's Specialty -- Part 4

   ====================================

   Chapter 8 -- The Club is perfected... 
====================================

   (Several Years later)

   As is the case of many men my age and some even younger, over the years
gravity and the good life begins to take its toll and the once firm body
becomes flabby.  My lovely Mistress Sherry, being aware of this (and much,
much more about submissives) has created a unique health and submissive
training establishment (HASTE).  As the name implies, the goals of HASTE
are to rapidly encourage health, fitness, correct attitudes and submissive
behaviors.  Although some other news items and magazine stories have been
written about this establishment, Mistress Sherry has asked me to write
this, and perhaps other, articles to clearly describe HASTE to interested
parties.

   Mistress Sherry acquired one of the many fitness clubs that had been
established in our city during the last few years, but which had not
prospered due to the poor management and marketing of its prior owners. 
Initially the club was operated as a standard health and fitness club
during the day, and was used for D&S activities only during the evenings.
Once the concept had been proven, however, the club was closed for
extensive renovation and permanent modification, and then reopened to be
used exclusively in its new role.  Unlike most commercial fitness clubs, in
the development or redevelopment process HASTE does not waste time relying
on the participants own will to encourage the hard work necessary.  Rather,
HASTE is staffed with experienced dominants, such as my lovely Mistress
Sherry, to provide the necessary encouragement through fetish stimulation,
verbal harassment and humiliation, and various disciplinary measures. 
HASTE facilities include a unique restraining gym equipment exercise room,
a training/disciplinary room known as the arena, slave locker areas, and
trainers' locker and lounge rooms.  HASTE provides services and/or
facilities for Mistresses and Masters to reshape slaves to meet their
fitness, weight, and attitude requirements.

   Through the Mistresses' and Masters' guidance and many hours of
volunteer work by a few very fortunate slaves such as myself, HASTE has
become the premier health club of its kind.  This innovative club is paving
the way for similar endeavors.  Since its inception, I have been able to,
and continue to, expand my abilities as a slave through controlled exercise
and discipline training.  HASTE, now a proven viable business entity, is
beginning to solicit additional participants as well as investigate the
opening of other clubs around the country.

   Also unlike most commercial clubs, HASTE is not in any sense a meeting
place for singles.  Membership is restricted to Mistresses and Masters with
submissives; no un-owned or un-sponsored singles are permitted, ever. 
Several dominants, however, have multiple submissives registered in the
club.  Submissives are registered into the program only after completing a
responsiveness aptitude examination and the submission of a physicians
recommended health and exercise program statement.  Applicant programs are
individually designed to provide the maximum safety while achieving the
highest degree of redevelopment.  The sponsoring dominant further defines
the program to restrict the use of adverse training or trainer involvement.
Thus there is opportunity to restrict who trains whom and the methods and
level of training given to each submissive.  A simple color coded collar
for each slave defines the parameters and program in which he or she is
enrolled.

   Like the gym and arena, the slave quarters are unisex.  However, all
activities in the slave quarters is strictly monitored on closed circuit
TV, and it is a serious offense resulting in the most serious of
punishments for any submissives to undertake any sexual activity in the
quarters.  Everyone has the use of a small locker to store their clothing.
Coin operated laundry facilities are also provided for washing your gym
clothing and should you be so lucky the clothing of one of the staff
members.  HASTE rules mandate cleanliness.

   The staff members, trainers, and visiting dominants also have locker
facilities.  Since Mistress Sherry is one of the owners I have had the
privilege of cleaning this area.  Unlike the slave quarters, both the
Master and Mistress areas are plush and offer many amenities, including
spas, steam room, private showers and dressing rooms, massage rooms with
trained attendants, and video rooms.  In addition to having access to a
large collection of videos for their viewing pleasure, there are monitors
which provide viewing of the exercise, arena and slave quarter areas. 
There is also a library and a slave attended bar and lounge.  There are
almost always slaves invited to the lounge for "extra" training and the
amusement of the dominants present, either as added punishments or as a
reward for good behavior.  I have had several interesting experiences in
the lounge, but these will have to be the subject of another
correspondence.

   Upon my arrival for my first visit to HASTE, I was checked in by the
reception person and instructed to change into my exercise uniform and
collar.  My street clothes were locked into a slave locker, the key for
which is attached to my collar, which is locked on around my neck by a
separate lock and key held by the reception person.  My exercise uniform
consisted of a one piece rubber tank and groin thong which zipped up in
front and was locked to the front of my collar.  The thong snugly covered
my balls and cock, but left my ass completely exposed.

   My program began with a 15 minute warm-up locked in stocks located in a
dry sauna (a modern day version of a sweat-box).  Following my "warm-up", I
was shackled to a Stair-Master for stamina development and weight
reduction. At 50 floors, I thought I was going to die.  My legs hurt
terribly and seemed to weigh a ton and I was gasping for air like there was
no tomorrow.  I pleaded with the Mistress / trainer to please stop the
machine and let me off, instead she unclipped her cane from her belt,
increased the tempo of the Stair-Master and began to lay the cane across my
ass and the backs of my thighs.  In a matter of seconds my mind completely
forgot of my exhaustion and my adrenaline, raised by the pain on my
backside, began to help me to continue at the new grueling pace.  After
completing my exhausting aerobic stair climbing workout of 125 floors, the
trainer had me kiss her feet, thank her, and crawl to the weight area to
work out with various weights and Universal equipment, again encouraging
more repetitions and increased weight through the application of her cane.
At the end of the lifting routine, the Mistress Sherry immediately took me
to the scales and weighed me.  She instructed me that in the future my
weight must be equal to or lower than my previously recorded weight or I
would be immediately taken to the punishment arena for discipline or
returned to the gym for additional work.  Weight and diet control is the
responsibility of the submissive.  As this was my first session, Mistress
Sherry chose the arena as it's one of her most pleasurable parts of the
redevelopment program.

   Unlike the gym, the arena (so called because of the viewing area) is
equipped with traditional and not so traditional dungeon devices.  Racks,
whipping posts, stocks, padded horses, cages, black-out boxes, and the like
fill the room.  Around the arena is a chariot/bridal track where slave
races are occasionally held.  On several of the walls, whips, canes,
dildos, enema equipment, leather straps, ropes, clamps, gags, leather
cuffs, padlocks, snaps, and other such instruments of torture and restraint
await their victims.  Audio and video equipment is also provided both for
filming and A/V slave training.  One wall is installed with racks of
clothing for TV training.  Lockers are provided for personally owned
equipment storage should a Mistress Sherry or Master bring some with them.

   As we entered the arena, I noticed a small group of spectators in the
gallery were watching a young female slave on a padded horse being whipped
by a Master; her screams filled the arena with each stroke of his providing
a reminder of realism to the brightly sky lighted torture chamber.  I
stopped to look for a moment at the very unusual bondage system that was
holding her in place.  She was not tied to the horse with straps or ropes,
and in fact her arms, legs and upper torso were relatively free to move
about.  Instead she was pinned to the horse by a single mechanical arm
anchored to the horse's base and to the floor.  The arm reached above her
buttocks, and from it extended a large shaft directly between her bottom
cheeks.  There was an hydraulic cylinder on the shaft, and it only took a
second or two to realize that she was being held in place by a large dildo
that had been thrust forward from the cylinder into her rectum and which
was immovably attached to the mechanical arm.

   Mistress Sherry signaled for an assistant to help her and they moved me
to the squatters stock saying it would be fitting for my past
insubordinations.  The squatters stock is a wooden device which locks your
wrists even with your head and your ankles spread similar to a rack, but
vertical and rather than stretching you, the squatters stock forces you
into a very uncomfortable squatting position; essentially a reverse rack.
Squatting is encouraged either by the tightening of a set of ropes with
pulleys, or as Mistress Sherry prefers, the placement of barbell weights on
the head and hand restraining stock.  Mistress Sherry placed a large dildo
mounted to a pole between my legs, slid the thin rubber thong of my
exercise outfit to one side and inserted the tip of the dildo into my ass.
This particular dildo was obviously carefully selected for this use.  It
was snow white, hard ceramic, approximately 12 inched long, and had a
series of alternating wide and narrow points along its length.  It could
best be described, perhaps, as a multi ridge butt plug.  The first wide
point was perhaps 1.25" in diameter, with each subsequent one a bit wider
so that the last was fully 3" thick.  The narrow points in between were
only .75" thick.

   The assistant tightened the ropes using the pulleys forcing my legs to
bend and the dildo to be positioned about half an inch up my ass; this
would eliminate my ability to lock my legs straight when the weight was
applied and the dildo would further encourage my resistance to the weights.
Mistress Sherry, promising to be merciful for my first experience,
instructed the assistant to hang 50 pounds on each side of the restraining
stock for a total of 100 pounds of weight and to set the squat restraint.
Mistress Sherry says the squatter stock has the added value of leg muscle
development in addition to the disciplinary effects.  The cramps in my legs
began almost immediately and as the dildo began to inch further up my ass
my pleas for mercy began.  The spectators in the gallery area cheered and
Mistress Sherry gave me a quick pat on my head, a smile, turned and left
the arena.  The pain I felt was as intense as any I had felt before; just
before the assistant left me she reached over and set a squat limit device
restricting the dildo penetration to 9 inches, saying she, given the choice
would have set it at 12 inches.

   Mistress Sherry returned after one half hour, removing the weights,
raising the pulleys, and releasing me from the squatter and penetrating
dildo bondage.  The pain in my legs did not subside, but rather seemed to
intensify as I was helped by the assistant from the device.  And while the
ridges on the dildo had hurt going in, slowly and against all the
resistance my legs and sphincter could generate, each one seemed to rip me
a new asshole as I lifted off of it.

   Chapter 9 -- A Class 1 Cleansing ===============================

   As is required by Mistress Sherry following any effort on her part for
my betterment, as soon as I was free of the device, I dropped to my knees,
kissed her beautiful booted feet and thanked her for her thoughtfulness and
efforts.

   The assistant who had helped me leave the squatter then stepped over to
Mistress Sherry and showed her the dildo that had so recently been lodged
in my ass.  It previously snow white surface was quite covered with my
brown, smelly "poop." I know from past experience that Mistress Sherry is
not at all interested in scatology, and I knew that she would be displeased
at seeing the dildo so soiled.  She immediately announced to me that this
result was intolerable, and asked that two of the arena assistants proceed
to give me a "class 1" cleansing.  While I was uncertain of the details, I
was very certain that I would not like it.

   Little did I know how true that was.  The assistants proceeded to take
me to a corner of the arena where there was an abundance of both visible
plumbing and enema equipment.  My thong was removed and I was tied into a
movable frame that while holding my body in a bent at the waist position, I
could be freely rotated so that any of my head, feet or ass was at the
highest position.  My legs were spread very wide, and I could also be
raised or lowered through a range of about 4 feet.  In short, I was totally
exposed and at their mercy.

   A class 1 cleansing, I was told, was a series of enemas given in pairs
until all of the expelled liquid was as clear as when injected.  In each
pair of enemas, the first would be designed to purge or clean my gut, while
the second would be a rinse to eliminate any residue of the first.  The
assistants were free to choose any solutions they wished from an approved
list, and administer them in any way they chose.  They only requirement was
that the volume of each pair be larger than the previous pair.  Mistress
Sherry knew that I especially hated to be subjected to enema discipline, so
this would be a particularly bad punishment for me.

   For the first enema, the assistants told me that I would get two quarts
of hot soapy water administered from an enema bag two feet above my ass. 
It was explained that I could say stop to the flow at any time that I
wished, but that until I said start they would be spanking me with a large
hairbrush.  I would be faced with accepting torture for either the inside
or the outside of my ass.  I was warned that leaking fluid would be most
severely dealt with.

   They used a butt plug type nozzle, and as soon as the flow started I
nearly screamed from the temperature.  I was positive that my rectum and
colon were being cooked.  After what I thought must have been at least
three quarters of the fluid I begged them to stop, and in seconds I felt
the hairbrush spanking begin.  I took about 20 strokes, and then decided
that the enema would be easier, so I yelled start between my sobs.  I
thought that the pressure would be unbearable, but somehow I managed to let
it all run in before saying stop again.  Then they got really nasty: they
played with the plug nozzle into and out of my asshole.

   With each pop of the plug nozzle out of my asshole I felt a bit of the
fluid leak.  With each pop in my already abused sphincter felt more
bruised. At one point they stopped and applied another flurry of brush
strokes to my bottom cheeks as punishment, they explained, for my leaking
fluid.  Finally, after about 5 minutes of fucking me with the plug nozzle,
they rotated the frame and lowered it a bit so I was sitting on a portable
toilet they had wheeled under me.

   On realizing I was to release the enema in the arena in full view of all
those present I was again mortified to another new level for me.  At first
I could not summon the necessary relaxation of my asshole, but the
assistants just waited, and watched intensely.  After about 90 seconds of
being hung tail down with the toilet seat spreading my cheeks another cramp
arrived, and I gushed the fluid into the toilet.  One assistant told me
that I had 2 minutes to completely empty my guts before the rinse enema for
this pair.  She then started roughly massaging my gut, which indeed caused
more fluid to find its way to the end of my colon and on into the toilet.

   As I hung there in the frame, I realized that the last shred of dignity
had been stripped from me as this most basic of bodily functions was now
totally under the control of these two assistants, and therefore Mistress
Sherry.  When the assistant wiped my bottom as she would wipe a two year
old's I realized that here at HASTE I had no control, no options and no
power.  I would do only those things desired by the staff, and if I did not
do them voluntarily I would be forced into doing them anyway.

   The second enema of the pair was ice cold, in sharp contrast to the
scalding hot first one.  I broke down during its administration and began
crying, which only brought laughter and derision from the assistants.  It
most certainly did not being mercy or leniency.

   I won't go into all of the details of the rest of the enemas.  In all, I
received four pairs, and the last one was a full 4 quarts.  I leaked
miserably during some of them, and cried more than once.  The second and
third purging were mineral oil and glycerin, respectively.  But the worst
one by far was the last purging.  The fluid was milk & molasses, and
although it was injected very gently, my colon was sealed with a balloon
plug after it was in.  The fluid apparently reacts with bacteria in the
gut, because after a few minutes I experienced the worst cramps of my life.
The assistants assured me that it was only gas forming inside me, and that
once I released the enema it would all be over.  I cried and begged for
early release, however, and I offered to do anything they wished if they
would only give it to me.  They replied that I would do anything no matter
what, and made me hold the fluid the required 12 minutes.

   After they released me from the class 1 cleansing Mistress Sherry again
used the snow white dildo on me to confirm that I was thoroughly clean. 
Fortunately I was.

   As final proof of her control, although she certainly needed none, she
had one of the assistants masturbate me in front of the audience.  The
assistant made me lie flat on the floor on my back with my knees pulled up
to my shoulders.  Next she strapped on a dildo in a harness around her
waist, and slid it into my very abused asshole.  Finally, while fucking me
this way, she took a vibrator and applied it to my cock, making me cum all
over my chest in a very few seconds, and keeping it there until I cried out
from the over stimulation.  Such a public "milking" would have normally
been very embarrassing, but by that time I could know no more shame than
that already experienced.  I simply hung my head and waited for the next
order.

   Mistress Sherry then told me to report to the reception area to have my
collar unlocked prior to going to the slaves quarters to collect my
clothing.  She commanded me to plan on visiting HASTE Monday through Friday
of every week until otherwise instructed.  She would select for me a
training regimen that would both produce the desired physical conditioning
and serve to continually emphasize her domination over me.  Among other
things, early in each training session I would receive a complete set of
cleansing enemas each day to assure her that she could dildo me at any time
during the session without worrying about my internal readiness.  A 2000
calorie or less per day diet would be required to achieve the necessary
weight reduction.  I thanked Mistress Sherry for her time and excused
myself.

   The pain and humiliation from this first session, including my ordeal
with the squatter and the enema frame, were only the beginning, but they
serve as memorable reminders of what terrors can be experienced should I
not meet Mistress Sherry's expectations.  My body continued to resist the
severe exercise routines, although I struggled to perform to expectation
and I suffered intense muscle pain in the beginning months of the program.
I was required to report to HASTE 5 days a week for the first 2 months.  At
the end of this time of my redevelopment program with Mistress Sherry's
"encouragement" I lost 30 pounds of flab and 3 inches off my waist. 
Presently, I report every other day, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, to
HASTE for my session with Mistress Sherry or one of her talented assistants
for my continued health and training maintenance.

  
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