Chapter Ten -- A Girl Toy, a Boy Toy, and a Three Day Pass
On Friday of the first week of course work, Clarice started the day by
explaining the weekend's activities. Darlene would get to visit her family from
Saturday afternoon through Sunday afternoon. Kim, Laura, and Kaitlyn would be
allowed overnight visits from their husbands. Dan was gone all summer for Air
Force Reserve training exercises, so Debbie was still stuck with the single
women.
"We sometimes get young men to volunteer to be, well, experimental subjects. I'm
afraid our students have dubbed them 'boy toys.' There's nothing quite like
experience with the real thing, but we have to be extremely careful about
diseases and such. These young men are supposed to be sexual virgins, but you
know how men lie," Clarice told them. "But it'll give you a chance to try the
real thing."
"Just remember safe sex and your morals," Clarice reminded them. "Maria and
Wendy, you're both virgins and I, for one, still like the idea of walking down
the aisle a virgin. I know it's old fashioned but I think the world was a better
place back then. But you can experience oral sex and lots of touching, kissing,
and such without sacrificing your virginity. So, would any of you like for me to
try to get some young men?"
"I would," Wendy chimed in. Jennifer, Debbie, and Maria declined.
"So how did your homework go?" Clarice asked as she began the day's lessons.
"It was fun once I got into it," Maria laughed.
"Yeah, she's into kinky sex is what she's into," Jennifer kidded.
"Tickling turns her on."
"And that vibrator, the round one that plugs in the wall."
"I'm glad you had fun. Anybody still afraid of becoming lesbian?"
"I am," Kaitlyn chuckled. "Unless Ben's learned an awful lot."
"Later on we'll talk about teaching men to please you even if you decide you are
a lesbian. Lesbians can be excellent wives and, for centuries, they were. It
was..."
...a long discussion of the days before gay liberation when both male and female
homosexuals remained 'in the closet', trying to fit into homophobic, religious
society. At the end of the discussion, everyone agreed that neither the old way
nor the current state of affairs was ideal.
The physical workouts were tough on Friday since they had the weekend off with
no forced exercise. They also spent extra time working on PC muscle development
in preparation for the weekend. It was too early for any noticeable improvement.
The exercises just exhausted their muscles.
As dinnertime approached, husbands and boy friends arrived to pick up the
seniors and a few privileged juniors who had earned a weekend pass. But lots
more was happening. The sophomore class worked on preparations for a 'prom' for
the juniors and seniors the following weekend, while the freshmen got extra
cleaning chores.
-=*=-
"Want to escape early?" Tina asked Darlene in a whisper.
"What do you mean?"
"Guess what the penalty is for running off early? I've seen how much you miss
your kids and husband. If you take off tonight, you'll get some extra time with
them."
"And earn punishment for the rest of my time here."
"Being shackled in high heels might be worth it. My husband's coming up here for
a mini-vacation so I won't need my car. If you took it after lights out, you
could be home by midnight."
"You're suggesting that I bug out?"
"But you've got to be back by midnight on Sunday or the car will turn into a
pumpkin and you'll lose your glass slipper. Think about it. My keys are hanging
on hook two in the office. It's the little red Festiva."
"I couldn't," Darlene gasped out.
"OK," Tina shrugged.
-=*=-
Wendy, Maria, Kaitlyn, Jennifer, and Debbie were surprised to be called back to
their rooms at suppertime. They were even more surprised to find a man there
with Clarice, Lucy, and Chris.
"Ladies," Clarice began when they were seated, "This is Jerome, Jerry for short,
Tina's husband. He has a proposition for you."
"And I don't know where to start," he sighed, wearing a worried smile. "Couldn't
you guys put on something?"
"Freshmen stay nude for their first week," Clarice told him matter of factly.
"I know, but it's distracting. Very."
"Thanks," Jennifer giggled, pleased by the compliment.
"You're definitely welcome," he acknowledged, trying not to stare at all the
naked flesh. The girls, especially Jennifer and Wendy, enjoyed embarrassing him
since it seemed to lessen their own embarrassment. "Anyway, well. I don't know
any other way to say this than to just come out and say it so, well, ah, Tina
and I are kind of kinky."
"I'll say," Maria snapped out. "She's sadistic, dominant, you name it."
"Yes, usually. How do I put this? She gets turned on dominating women... and
men, for that matter. It gets her turned on up to a certain point where she
levels off. But she can't really get off being dominant. When she comes home,
she's my sex slave. She likes it like that. She's more submissive than you'd
believe. Actually, she's masochistic and likes for me to spank her and even whip
her. She usually wants me to whip her more than I'm willing to, but that's part
of our whole scene because I call the shots."
"So, anyway, here's the deal. She's had this fantasy of being a slave to you
guys, to women who are younger and weaker than she is. We've talked about it.
You know, some fantasies are better left just fantasies, but some you'd like to
act out. Well, I think that this one's one she'd like to act out, especially
since she won't be here for a few weeks while she does her Army reserve duty so,
well, would you, you know, dominate her?"
"Why not some of the seniors? Some of them are still younger than Tina and
they've already been through their BDSM classes."
"No, her fantasy's freshmen. Being their slave. By the time they've been here a
month, Tina's, you know, chummy with them. You wouldn't believe the amount of
pain she can take and then beg for more when she's in the mood and, well, geez.
There's more to this. She doesn't want to be able to cum or pee or do anything
without, well.. Geez."
"Lucy can probably help them out," somebody suggested.
"Tina doesn't like Lucy very much."
"All the better," Clarice snickered. "If what she wants is to be knocked down a
few notches. Are you guys willing to take part in this?"
"I guess," they agreed. Wendy asked, "So how do we start?"
"At dinner. Right now," Jerry said. "I'm going to order her to submit. If she
doesn't, it's off and that's that. But once we start, if she goes along at the
start, she's slave for the weekend. To you, me, and everybody, but the big
turn-on that she's talked about is being humiliated and dominated by naked
freshmen."
"Well let's get some dinner before it gets cold," Clarice suggested. "And Lucy,
can you stay the weekend?"
"I've got a show to do Saturday night, but I'm here the rest of the time. It
sounds like fun."
"Here goes," Jerry sighed, walking out ahead of the rest. Tina wasn't in the
dining room when they arrived. He sat at one of the empty tables in the far
corner of the dining room. The freshmen women paired off and took seats near the
kitchen door. Clarice and Lucy sat with Kaitlyn. The sophomore women served them
with the usual efficiency. Chef's salad with grilled chicken was the entr‚e,
served with broth and the ever-present fresh baked yeast rolls.
They were almost done with their light supper when they heard Tina's booming
voice ask, "Has anyone seen my husband?"
"I am here, slave," Jerry boomed back, now sounding very formal and in charge
even though the freshmen knew that he was nervous.
Tina's face showed surprise, then shock, then a realization that something was
up. As the freshmen watched, she changed totally. She bowed her head and looked
at the floor. In seconds, she seemed a foot shorter than when they met her on
Monday.
"Strip, slave. Since when does a slave appear in the presence of her master
wearing clothing without his permission?" Jerry asked firmly.
Without hesitation, Tina unbuttoned her khaki blouse, pulled the tails from her
waistband, and let it fall to the floor. She peeled off her exercise bra to show
nicely shaped but rather small breasts with small dark brown nipples, which
stood at rigid attention to display the gold rings that pierced them. Before the
bra hit the ground, she was unbuckling her belt. Her khaki shorts were unzipped
and on the floor around her ankles a second later. Finally she stuck her thumbs
under the elastic of her white thong panties and pushed down. When she stood
back up and stepped out of the puddle of clothes, everyone saw that her pubis
was shaved clean.
"Are those proper shoes for a slave?" Jerry asked.
"No, master. I'm sorry, Master."
"You knew I was coming to spend the weekend. Why aren't you properly prepared to
please your master?"
"Please forgive your slave, master. It was her pride."
"Pride goeth before a fall," Jerry intoned. "And before suitable punishment.
Where is this punishment rack that I've heard about?"
"Behind the curtain, master," Tina whimpered, knowing now what was happening and
dreading it at the same time that it aroused her beyond belief. Being humiliated
by Jerry in front of all of the students, even the freshmen, had her body
vibrating with intensity.
"Bring it out. I want to see if it's suitable for your punishment."
"Yes, master," Tina replied. She looked only at the ground as she made her way
to the curtains and pulled the rope that drew them back. She rolled the rack out
to the middle of the floor in front of her husband and master, then stood still
with her feet sixteen inches apart and her hands at the small of her back in the
'parade rest' position.
"But that shaft is much too small. You'd enjoy it too much. One at least half
again larger would be more suitable for punishment, don't you think?"
"Yes, if it pleases my master," Tina replied.
"I'm sure there's a vaginal insert big enough to be suitable for a slave's
punishment somewhere. Fetch it."
"Yes, master."
"And wear suitable shoes for a slave when you return."
"Yes, master."
She remained motionless for a moment to see if Jerry had any more orders, then
she quickly ran out of the room in her riding boots with the two-inch heels.
"I don't think I've ever seen her this turned on," Jerry gasped when she was out
of sight. "Did you see her nipples?"
"OK, so it's on," Lucy said in a stage whisper. "Don't let her off easy. Don't
let her off at all. When she comes back, stand in her way, and make her go back
and get a butt plug, a big one. Oh, and some Ben-Gay."
"Ben-Gay? For what?" Jennifer asked.
"Pussy torture," Lucy snickered. "Give her hell. And make her get a penis gag,
too. Get ready. She'll be in a hurry."
The buzz of conversation in the dining room was gone as everyone waited for
Tina's return. They only had to wait a minute before the clicking heels of her
red, five-inch, spike-heeled, 'fuck-me' pumps announced her arrival. One of the
larger dildos in the GWU collection was held in her hand.
Jennifer and Wendy jumped into her path. Because of her downcast eyes, she
almost ran into them. "Please," she begged. "Let me pass."
"You're just a slave," Jennifer told her. "Why should we let you pass by us?"
"I think she needs to be taught a lesson. Since you've been a total asshole all
week, you ought to be reminded of what we think of you. So why don't you go get
a big, fat butt plug and put it in your asshole to remind yourself of what a big
asshole you are?" Wendy snarled.
"Please let me pass," Tina begged. "My master is waiting for me."
"Master," Wendy called out. "Your slave doesn't seem to want to obey us."
"Then I guess you will have to punish her as well," Jerry called back, never
moving from his seat.
"You'd better hurry, slave," Wendy snarled. "Or your punishment will be that
much worse."
"You're pretty good at this," Lucy chuckled to Jennifer when Tina was once again
out of earshot.
"I'm getting off on it," Wendy snickered. "What can we make her do? Anything?"
"And everything," Jerry told them. "Just no injury. Safe, sane, and consensual."
Lucy reminded Jerry that the freshmen hadn't been through any of the classes on
BDSM, and that he or a staff member would have to monitor the activity closely.
He nodded his agreement. "I'd kind of like to watch, anyway. I really love it
when Tina gets really into a scene."
When Tina returned, Maria and Debbie blocked her path again and told her she
would have to go back for a penis gag. Jennifer and Wendy berated her for
carrying the butt plug rather than returning with it in place. "I think you
ought to put it in now," Wendy told her sweetly. "Lubricated with whatever
you're carrying."
And that was a tube of Ben-Gay ointment. Tears formed in Tina's eyes. "Please,
Mistress Wendy, no. Please?" Tina begged.
Wendy caught a glimpse of Lucy mouthing 'yes' from the side of the room. "Are
you questioning me? Surely that won't please your master."
Tears flowed down Tina's cheeks as she stood there, completely humiliated and
dominated, unscrewing the top from the tube of mentholated ointment, knowing
what it would feel like in a few moments. She squeezed a generous amount out
onto the rubber cone and spread it around. She glanced around the room and
blushed. Having dominated every student in the room, now she was their slave.
Even though it was her fantasy and she was immensely aroused, she still burned
with shame. Especially when she had to squat and try to force the big plug up
her bottom. "It's too big," she whimpered, the ointment already inflaming her
puckered little hole.
"You selected it, asshole bitch," Wendy snarled. "Sit on it if you have to, but
get it in that asshole _NOW_!"
Even Tina wasn't sure how she got the thing past her anal sphincter, but once
the wide part passed the muscular ring, the base slapped into her butt crack and
she let out a loud cry of pain mixed with... well, not pleasure but definite
arousal.
"Now go get a cock gag, and make sure it's in place when you comeback," Maria
told Tina sweetly. "We don't want to make this any worse, now do we? Oh, and I
think you should have cuffs locked in place, too, so you're ready for your
punishment. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Mistress Maria, if it pleases you," Tina croaked out, her whole body
tensed to cope with the burning sensation in her bottom. She had difficulty even
walking with the big plug up her butt, but she dutifully waddled out, grimacing
with each step, tears flowing freely now.
"Perfect!" Lucy sang out. "It'll take her forever! That'll give me time to show
you how to adjust this thing." Lucy gave them a quick class in operating the
rack.
Then Jerry gave a lesson on the cane. "It's the most painful thing you can
imagine. Actually, they can be dangerous. Remember the kid who was caned in
Singapore? No, I guess you're too young. Anyway, I don't want her bottom
scarred, OK? So, don't follow through. Stop your swing before the cane hits her
butt cheeks and let the whippiness get her. Show her the big one and then use
the small one. Even if you mess up, it shouldn't do any real damage."
"You're scaring me," Jennifer said nervously.
"Me, too," Jerry told them. "She's really into it tonight. And I've got to get
off soon. My nuts are aching like crazy. But don't worry. She can take it. She
wants it. She'll probably want more than any of us will be willing to give."
"Shhh, here she comes," Lucy whispered, taking her seat. They all heard the
clicking heels moving carefully down the long hallway toward the dining room.
