Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 5

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

I felt my shoulder being gently shaked. It was Anne, holding her cock’.

‘I’ve been awake for ages, because I needed to pee, and I couldn’t get back to sleep because of it. You were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you, but I’m desperate now and it’s just after six’, she explained.

‘Please Miss may I pee?’ she asked.

I touched her Guard, ‘Go ahead’.

She ran to the bathroom, clearly in urgent need of emptying her bladder, returning a couple of minutes later, cock in hand, smiling and looking relieved. She placed the cock on the bedside cabinet, before lying down beside me once again. She put her head on my shoulder and we lay in silence for a few moments’.

She spoke quietly, ‘I can’t believe what I... we... did last night. I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up. Do you really think I’m a slut, like Brooke calls me?’

‘If you are, then I’m one too’, I replied, ‘but really we had no choice in the matter. At least I had a tremendous orgasm. It made me feel wonderful and helped me fall asleep after a traumatic day’.

‘I was afraid you’d think I was a dyke, after my single experience at Law School. I’m not even bi. The girl seduced me and when she got me on her bed, I realised that I was curious and wanted to see what another woman looked like close up, but that was all, so I accepted the opportunity. She got off on it but I didn’t even orgasm when she played with me, but it was different with you last night. I felt really close’.

She stroked my right breast very softly. I didn’t stop her, but I didn’t want it to go too far, because men were definitely my sexual preference, certainly not a woman of forty-one, even though she was quite attractive for her age.

There was a gentle knocking at my door. I looked at Anne, thinking it couldn’t be Brooke, as she’d come straight in without knocking.

When I opened the door I found Lisa there.

‘Can I come in? I need to chat with you. It’s important’.

I held it open for her to enter. She saw Anne on my bed, the cock on the cabinet beside it, looked at me and smiled.

‘ ... in private, please’, Lisa glanced in Anne’s direction again.

I decided I’d better be a little stricter with my Junior, as I, despite the age difference, carried the responsibility.

‘Go to your room. I’ll call you when Lisa and I are finished’, I said in a matter of fact way.

Anne looked a little surprised at the way she was dismissed, but got up and left, taking the cock with her, closing the wet room door behind her.

I invited Lisa to sit in the armchair, and I sat beside her on my bed.

Lisa began, ‘I had an urgent e-mail from my company’s head office late last night. I have to attend a conference with executive clients in San Francisco this evening and tomorrow. I should be back late Tuesday evening. My flight leaves in a couple of hours, and I’ve arranged a cab to take me to the airport. It’s all been OK’d with Brooke. She has to be told in advance about anything that is a departure from normal work routines. She’s put you in charge of Linda until I return. Linda’s seen to me on the bench just now, and I was going to put her on her bench straightaway, but Brooke summoned her, and she won’t be available for at least an hour. It means you having to do her later. I hope you don’t mind. She’ll come here when Brooke is done with her, to arrange with you for this morning, and how you’ll fit her in on Monday and Tuesday’.

‘No problem’, I said.

‘Linda will also have to find you when she needs to use the bathroom’.

It occurred to me, ‘How will she manage at night?’

‘She’ll have to come to you last thing before lights out to empty her bladder and simply have to wait if she needs to go before the morning’, Lisa shrugged her shoulders.

She smiled knowingly at me and looked in the direction of the wet room. ‘I don’t know what your sleeping arrangements are, if you’ve decided already, but Linda could share your bed, or sleep in your Junior’s, if you like. They could both keep you entertained, and their toilet arrangements would be simpler too. Did you have an interesting session with Miss Brooke last night?’

I wondered how Lisa knew about the previous evening.

She read my mind, ‘I heard her on the landing as I was going to my room, telling Sam that she was coming to see you. She was carrying her crop. Did you have a “bonding” session?’

I blushed. ‘Kind of... she wanted me and Anne to get really acquainted, if you know what I mean?’

‘I certainly do. It happened to me on the first night I arrived. Brooke is into “bonding” in a big way. She enjoys controlling and humiliating women at every opportunity. I’m sure it excites her. She made Linda and I perform, getting off on each other, for her pleasure as she sat and watched’.

‘I’d never had an experience of it until I became a resident. The idea was repulsive. The thought of having to tongue a woman was disgusting. It made me feel sick. The first time I was told to do it I refused point blank. Consequently, Christine gave me a whipping I’ll never forget, she didn’t stop until I begged her to let me do it. After that it wasn’t as bad as I expected, if the women are fresh and clean, as they usually are here. I really don’t like it if one squirts over my face though. Linda is very pretty and has a lovely body. I’d like one like hers and I like looking at it. She doesn’t seem to mind doing it with me at all, although she’s not a lesbian, and I’m old enough to be her mother. After three months as a pair, we know each other very intimately. We have access to each other’s vaginas and clits when on the bench, so we can fulfil our needs which we can’t do ourselves. Sometimes I long to play with my clit so Linda does it for me, and I reciprocate. It’s not comfortable secured on the bench but I get relief from it. Linda shares all her secrets with me’, Lisa smiled, ‘and I with her. We even go clothes shopping together whenever we have the opportunity, and I enjoy it’.

‘That sound’s really nice,’ I said as Lisa continued...

‘Brooke has her favourites whom she invites to her apartment but they’re forbidden to mention what goes on there to anyone, so I have no idea what she gets up to in private. You might get summoned and find out for yourself. You can’t tell who has or who hasn’t because we’re all summoned to her room at some time or another. Occasionally she takes a real dislike to someone and is a right bitch to her’.

‘Yes, Anne’ I said, ‘she’s terrified of her. She doesn’t like it that she’s a wealthy lawyer.

‘Is it wise to be talking about Brooke’, I asked, pointing at the camera.

‘I don’t think she cares if we gossip among ourselves. She likes being the centre of attention. The more we think and talk about her, the greater her power is over us. I’ve never been pulled up on it, nor has Linda’.

I thought Anne would be glad to hear that.

‘What I can’t understand is how Brooke got to be House Mistress, as she looks so young’, I said.

‘She’s not quite nineteen yet. Apparently she was appointed on her eighteenth birthday. Linda’s the same age, just a few days older.’

‘During our bonding session last night she said something about an ‘orphanage’, I added.

‘Yes, I can tell you a little of her background, which will answer your first question. Now and again she lets a little of it drop. It seems she was abandoned as a baby and no-one knows who her birth mother is. When she was found in a carrier bag by a bridle path near a canal, she had a terrible facial disfigurement. All subsequent efforts to find her mother were futile. She was taken into care and developed personality problems as she grew older which led to a succession of failed attempts at fostering. She remained in a children’s home until she was thirteen’.

‘One day a couple called at the home and selected her for prospective adoption. When the formalities were eventually completed she was legally adopted. The adoptive parents were Christine and Dave. They weren’t married or living together and never have been as far as I know. Dave fixed Brooke’s face, and she went to live with Christine. She was enrolled at an exclusive private boarding school for girls where she received an excellent education until her eighteenth birthday. She’s very intelligent, sharp, and intuitive as well as being knowledgeable. During the vacations Christine trained her to be assertive and dominant. Apparently she’s been handling adult women since she was fifteen. She’s no fool, despite her youthful appearance. She and Christine have a special relationship, not quite mother and daughter, but close. If you cross one, you cross the other’.

I was grateful for Lisa enlightening my understanding of Brooke’s background. I had been very wise to avoid her displeasure.

‘It’s bench time now’, I interjected. Thankfully we can use the ring-gag today. Brooke made us use the penis gag yesterday. It really upset Anne, and she’s afraid of it. I hated it too, as my mouth isn’t very big’.

‘You’ll hate the ring-gag even more, in that case’, Lisa said.

My eyes widened as I didn’t understand.

‘Didn’t Brooke explain how it works’, she asked.

I shook my head.

‘Oh, I’d better tell you the good news then. We’re expected to use them on alternate days. Each has the basic function of keeping the wearer from talking or complaining, but that’s where they differ. The penis-gag helps train the mouth to accept large objects and to hold them in for an extended period, in order to accustom us to resist the gagging sensation. It’s just long enough to achieve that, without choking the wearer. It’s pretty simple’.

‘The ring-gag, although it appears simpler, is much more sophisticated. It’s bigger than it looks, as you’ll see when you get to wear it. Once in the mouth it connects via the nervous system to the clit implant. The tongue has to be kept fully extended through the ring from the moment it’s fitted behind the teeth, else the clit stem gets a painful jolt. That’s where the fun begins. The tip of the tongue has to be wiggled up and down maintaining a rhythm dictated by the ring, or further shocks follow. It’s not easy to get it right. You have to point your tongue down towards your chin as far as you can – the system knows its exact length – then curl it upwards towards the nose. Keeping that up for thirty seconds is bad enough, but you’ll have to do it for ten minutes or so on the bench. Added to that your partner can get called to the phone or summoned by Brooke at any time, and has to respond immediately, and you get to remain held on the bench in an uncomfortable position, wiggling your tongue, and occasionally getting shocked, until she returns to complete the cleansing and release you. For the first few weeks your tongue will ache a lot until it gets used to the exercise, which is what it’s meant to achieve’.

‘Wow’, I exclaimed, ‘I’m not looking forward to explaining that to Anne, and she and I are going to experience it in a few minutes’.

‘I can stay to help, if you like’, offered Lisa, ‘as I’ve got about half an hour before I have to get myself ready. I can’t put make-up on and dress until just before I’m ready to leave’.

‘On this occasion, I think I could do with a bit of help, thank you for offering, Lisa’, I said. ‘We’ll go and get her now’.

Both of us walked into the wet room, and I called Anne to join us.

‘We’ll do the cleansing now’, I told her, and ‘Lisa’s staying to help. It might make it a bit easier for you’. I couldn’t tell if Anne was glad or not, but at least she was closer to Lisa’s age.

‘I’ve something to tell you about the ring-gag, which I learned from Lisa just now. We have to use it on alternate days, and there’s a little bad news’. I looked at Lisa, ‘would you explain it to her?’

Lisa did so very quickly, not giving Anne a chance to interrupt. While she was doing so I got the gag from the cabinet, and when Lisa had finished I stood behind Anne and told her to open her mouth wide. Lisa held the ring and forced it between and behind Anne’s upper and lower teeth. It had to be tilted a little to get it in, then pulled into place with a finger. Lisa did it expertly, and deftly pinched Anne’s tongue and pulled it out, while I fastened the straps behind her neck’.

Anne bucked as she was shocked.

‘Work your tongue up and down’ Lisa urged. Anne was trying her best to concentrate. Her tongue was long. I watched it curl downwards then upwards. Lisa took hold of it and tried to move it at roughly the right speed, until Anne got the idea. Lisa told her to not stop doing it until the ring was removed.

The tongue wiggling Anne was helped to lie on her bench. Lisa and I fastened her wrists and ankles in the clasps until she was safely secured. Anne’s eyes were looking down at her tongue as she concentrated on what she was doing. I immediately knelt and got to work on the cleansing. I tried to do it as quickly as I could to shorten Anne’s discomfort, as she was getting the occasional shock to her clit stem. Her clit was bigger and more erect than it had been the previous evening, probably because of the stimulation. Lisa was watching me at work.

‘You can feel the jolts if you hold her clit’, she remarked. I’d had shocks in my clit quite few times during the cleansing procedure if I didn’t concentrate while doing so, but I obviously couldn’t touch my clit to feel the pulse through my own fingers.

‘Try it’, Lisa suggested.

I grasped Anne’s enlarged clit with finger and thumb, and Lisa told Anne to stop wiggling. Anne shook her head and carried on.

Lisa frowned, bent over and took hold of Anne’s tongue, holding it still. A moment later I felt a sharp electrical pulse rise to the tip of the clit, causing Anne to lift her ass further off the bench, and slightly stinging my finger tip.

Lisa released the tongue and I continued to work on Anne’s cunt with the buds.

Then, about half way through, the phone in my room rang. Lisa told me to answer it and that she’d continue to see to Anne. I gladly left her to it.

It was Brooke summoning us both to the exam room at nine o’clock, telling us to bring our cell phones along.

I returned to see how Lisa was doing. She was kneeling in front of a very agitated Anne, whose tongue was wiggling up and down, while making distressed mewling noises, a bit like a cat in pain. I wondered why. I quickly saw the cause of Anne’s distress. Lisa had attached a tiny little metal clamp, about an inch long, but with serrated teeth, on to the base of Anne’s clit’.

‘I’ve finished now’, Lisa said. ‘She disobeyed me. Juniors have to be taught instant and unquestioning obedience, else we all suffer. If Brooke had seen that, all three of us would have had a session in the Basement. This way Anne will learn a lesson. The day will come when I have to see to her if you’re called away. By the way, there’s a little container of clamps in the cabinet, they can be used on nipples as well as clits. They’re handy’.

I nodded my agreement. Lisa had to be cruel to be kind.

Anne was released from the clasps. She stood, still working her tongue up and down, with the little clamp still on her clitoris. Lisa removed the ring as I unfastened the straps. Anne’s hand went down towards her clit immediately.

Lisa slapped her hand hard, ‘Get your hands behind your neck, and spread your legs’. Anne straightened and obeyed.

Turning to me, Lisa said that she had no time to see to me, and she had to be off, but that Linda would be along presently for me to arrange for her bench times until Lisa resumed on Wednesday.

‘I’d leave the clamp on her for about ten minutes. It has a chip in it which registers with her implant allowing her Guard to remain off even though she’s not secured on the bench.  It’s up to you if she can move around, but don’t let her touch it – she’d get a shock if she tried anyway. When you’re good and ready have her stand as she is now and you remove it. You’ll need to rub it to restore its blood flow, and believe me she won’t like it when you do. She has to put her Guard back on within one minute of the clamp’s removal’.

I decided to follow Lisa’s advice regarding Anne. She needed some more self-discipline.

I went to look for my cell phone, leaving Anne standing in the wet room. When I returned a few minutes later, she hadn’t moved. I squatted in front of her crotch and as gently and carefully as I could I removed the little clamp, its teeth seemingly buried both sides of the attorney’s almost purple nub. Anne stood as still as she could for me to do it.  She was scared stiff and was trembling. She yelped as it came off, and I pressed my thumb on the clit. She screamed, bending right over. At least she’d never disobey Lisa again. I told her to get the Guard back on quickly or she’d get some more shocks.

When Anne had recovered sufficiently from her ordeal, I told her to get ready for my session, and that we were summoned with our cell phones to see Brooke at nine o’clock’

Anne got the stuff ready on a tray. She had been very quiet since Lisa had left, not even speaking to me. I told her to stand behind me to strap the gag on, but that I would put it in myself. Lisa was right, it was much bigger than I thought, but I got it into place quickly with my fingers, immediately sticking my tongue right out. Evidently I didn’t start moving it soon enough for I got a sudden shock down below. I concentrated on working the tongue as I had seen Anne doing. Stretching it out was painful; wiggling it up and down made it start to ache almost straight away. It needed a bit of concentration, and despite a jolt or two, I felt I was getting the rhythm right. Trying to get on the bench was another matter; it meant concentrating on doing two very different things at the same time. Anne just stood there watching, not thinking to assist me. Eventually I was on my back, and she moved to lift my wrists and ankles into position. I found myself held in place. By now my tongue was really aching and moving it became hard work. She got busy on my cleft, but I was hardly aware of what she was doing as all I could think of was my wretched tongue. I couldn’t wait for her to finish.

At last, I stood released, and removed the dastardly device from my mouth. It was harder to get out than to put it in, as I had to withdraw my tongue, which gave me a shock, increasing the urgency to remove the thing.

Turning to Anne, I said, ‘I’d prefer the penis-gag, any day’.

‘I hate both of them’ she replied.

‘I suppose that we’ll get used to it. After all Lisa, and all the others, have to wear them too’.

‘Don’t mention that woman to me, she’s a right bitch too’.

‘She did what she thought was right, and I tend to agree with her. We can make things harder for ourselves here if we don’t go with the flow. Let’s leave it at that, and keep any criticism to ourselves’. I hoped that I’d given Anne enough of a hint to shut her up.

I think we have time to go down for breakfast, then come back to get our phones ready for the appointment with Brooke.

We hurried to the dining room, which was empty, and there were plates and bowls left on all the tables. I guessed we were last. A choice of breakfast cereals, grapefruit, tea, coffee and various fruit juices were available. Anne and I made our choice and sat at the first floor table to consume them. We didn’t talk, as I think she was still upset at me. I walked over to the notice board and looked at the duty rotas. Most of the tasks were allotted to Juniors. There was no rota for kitchen duty. It made me wonder who prepared the meals and cleared the tables. I was sure I’d find out sooner or later.

The clock on the wall showed 8.45, and I beckoned Anne to follow me. We jogged up to our rooms, collected the phones, and made our way to Brooke’s apartment near the inner hall door. The plaque on her door read, “Miss Brooke, House Mistress” and on the adjacent door, “E & D”. We knelt on the tiles, placed our phones between our knees, to wait the remaining ten minutes or so.

Brooke always seemed tardy, but the Exam room door opened shortly after nine according to the clock in the hall.

‘Get in’, she ordered cursorily, and we entered. She closed the door. Brooke took our phones, placed them beside two lengths of shiny chains on a little table by the wall. She pointed to the centre of the small room, ‘Kneel, hands crossed behind your backs’.

‘Victoria, has Lisa spoken to you about Linda?’

‘Yes Miss, but I haven’t seen Linda to make arrangements yet. She’s been told to come to my room by Lisa’, I replied, thinking it better to provide a fuller answer to Brooke’s question.

‘Good, if she doesn’t get an answer she’ll kneel and wait. Lisa has her well-trained’, Brooke’s tone sharpened, ‘Stick those tits out!, both of you, shoulders back!. I don’t want sloppiness here!’

We straightened up, eyes straight ahead.

‘After your latest neck measurements were taken last night in the gym, Head Office despatched your collars by overnight courier, and they arrived a couple of hours ago.’

Brooke walked behind us and I heard a click to my right. I guessed that Anne now wore a steel collar. Moments later Brooke’s hands brought the collar down and around the front of my neck, closing it at the rear with a sharp click. I was collared too. It fitted very snugly, and suddenly I felt totally ‘owned’. I can’t really describe the emotional and mental effect it had on me.

Brooke walked around to face us, ‘Stand, hands at neck’, and we got up into the desired position.

After a pause while she looked at our collars, Brooke spoke, ‘Listen carefully. Your collars have important functions. They are to be worn at all times when on these premises, in the House, its outbuildings and its grounds. They will be removed immediately before leaving for work, or the premises for whatever purpose, and put on immediately on your return, in the same way as your clothing. Seniors can unlock their collars by using their fingertip as on the Guard. Touch the collar at the nape of the neck. Juniors must rely on their Senior to do it for them, or any Senior in the absence of their own. Understood?’

‘Yes Miss’, we chorused.

‘The collar is a sophisticated device and works with whatever implants and devices with which you are fitted. Wearing the collar activates some previously inactive implants, of which you might have been unaware. There are two in particular. You both have microscopic implants just below the skin at the back of your neck, now covered by your collars, which identify you to the collar, such that it can’t be locked on anyone else. Any attempt at unauthorised interference with the device will be transmitted to your clit implant, with painful results, as will any attempt to leave the premises while still wearing it’.

Your collars enable me to communicate with you directly in one of two ways. She touched the device on her wrist and I felt and heard my collar vibrate. ‘That vibration is a signal for you to come to me immediately’.

I can also contact you with my cell phone directly. She removed hers from a little pouch affixed to her skirt’s waistband, which I hadn’t noticed. She tapped at it briefly, and my phone vibrated on the table beside her, where she had placed our phones.

I heard the words, ‘Text from Miss Brooke’ spoken in my ears. Then she tapped again and my phone rang, and I heard the words deep in my head, ‘Phone call from Miss Brooke’.

Did you both receive those messages?’

‘Yes Miss’.

‘It’s made possible by an implant in your inner ear. Your phones are linked to your collars when you’ve got them on. You can’t make and receive calls and texts, but you will know that they have been received, so that when you are free you can return to your rooms and reply’.

‘You both have permission to use your laptops as of now. The House has Wi-Fi. Check your intranet inbox for messages from me, Mistress Christine or Head Office, morning and evening. E-mail me any usernames and passwords for sites or webmail which you access from the House. The central server keeps a record of everywhere you’ve been on the net. We have no secrets here. I also want a detailed work schedule – irregular hours and all that kinda stuff. Any departure from that and I need to be the first to know as you’ll need my approval. Have you any questions?’

‘No Miss’.

‘Stand’, she ordered, touched our Guards with both her hands and whipped them off simultaneously. I flinched as the tube was pulled roughly out of my pee-hole. She put them on the table’.

‘Kneel!’

Brooke turned to the table, picked up the chains, looked at them and found the end of one, reached towards me and held it against the front of my collar where it stayed. She repeated the process with Anne. She held the loops in the other ends in her right hand.

‘OK, you little bitches, try pulling them off!’

I grasped the chain dangling between my tits, and pulled hard. It was stuck tightly to the collar, pulling my neck forward, yet the collars had no points of attachment. I released the chain and glanced up at Brooke. She was grinning.

‘Clever isn’t it? Molecular attachment, like your Guards and Melanie’s clit-cap. They come off easily with my fingers’.

‘All fours!’, she snapped, ‘walk time!, doggies!’

I felt my ears burning and cheeks reddening. She was treating us like little dogs, but nevertheless I quickly dropped to all fours as she commanded.

Brooke reached for her little whippy crop, hanging from a hook on the wall, and made for the door, the chain pulling me around as I followed as fast as I could, Anne’s ass  and slit swinging a couple of feet in front. Once in the hall, Brooke closed the door, and led us out of the house and down the steps onto the gravel drive.

‘Heel’, Puppy Victoria here, Puppy Anne, there, she pointed either side of her shiny heels. I moved beside her right leg as indicated, the gravel biting into my knees, and Anne hurried to her left.

Brooke strode off purposely towards the lawn. I was trying hard to keep up, and was encouraged by a sharp tug on the leash. Brooke didn’t even turn to look. Anne was struggling. Brooke stopped to let her catch up, then gave her a quick slash on her ass with the crop, ‘Lazy doggie, learn to heel’. Anne visibly winced.

Once on the lawn we were led over to the far corner. It was easier on my knees on the grass, which was slightly wet from the morning dew and was newly mown.

She turned to me, ‘Sit!, she commanded, ‘like a dog’. I sat back on my heels, my arms straight, palms on the ground, while Anne watched on all fours.

Brooke moved to my side, pressed my back to straighten it, lifting my chin slightly so that I was looking forwards.

She bent forward slightly and gave my cheek a sharp little smack. ‘Naughty puppy, doggies pant to keep cool when they’re out walking, let me see that tongue and hear you panting’.

I darted my tongue in and out and panted, to her satisfaction’.

‘Well done little bitch puppy, you’re easy to train. Now you know what ‘Sit’ means, don’t you?’

I nodded my head while panting. I could feel the wet grass against my slit and ass.

‘Sit, Puppy Anne’, Brooke said brightly.

Anne complied, emulating my posture and behaviour exactly, as she didn’t want to irritate her young mistress’.

‘Good puppies!, Miss is pleased with her new pets’.

‘Heel’, she said to Anne, leading her over towards the edge of the lawn onto the soil in which the shrubs were planted, leaving me still panting away.

Brooke tapped the device on her wrist a couple of times, ‘Now you can pee through your slits like proper bitches’.

‘This is where my puppies pee’, Brooke explained loud enough for us both to hear.

She jerked Anne’s leash so that she was facing away from me and her Mistress.

‘Spread your hind legs and knees little one, you don’t want nasty smelly bitch piss all over them’. Anne spread her knees wide on the earthen border. ‘Get back on your haunches more’, Brooke ordered, and Anne raised her shoulders a little moving her ass slightly towards her heels, ‘head up’. I saw her head rise.

‘Good’, said Brooke encouragingly, ‘Pee’.

I could sense Anne concentrating as Brooke and I watched her ass. After half a minute or so a jet of pee spurted backwards out of Anne’s slit and splashed on the soil between her feet. Some of it squirted sideways over both her thighs. I saw her labia part a little as the stream gushed. Soon, the flow slowed, and some pee dripped down.

Brooke and I watched, fascinated. I’d never noticed how female dogs pissed. Now I knew. Brooke was evidently an expert.

‘Shake your bottom a few times’, said Brooke sharply.

Anne wiggled her ass furiously until Brooke jerked her lead and brought her closer to me, commanding her to sit again. Anne started panting when Brooke pinched her cheek.

She took my leash leading me to the border. She took great care, as she did with Anne, ensuring I got the position exactly right to her satisfaction. It was a combination of squatting and crouching is how it can best be described. My back was arched a little, knees spread but off the ground slightly, toes clawed into the soil and heels off the ground. It took a bit of concentration to hold it. However, after all that I didn’t need to pee, and couldn’t do it. Brooke didn’t seem to mind.

‘If Puppy Victoria needs to pee later, she must bark twice to let Miss Brooke know’.

I was encouraged back on to the lawn by the leash, my hands and knees with bits of wet soil on them.

‘Sit. Silly puppy mustn’t walk where other puppies have pissed’, Brooke admonished me by wagging her finger as she would at a child, and giggled.

Brooke’s phone rang. She took it out of its pouch and answered it’.

‘Yes?’ she spoke, ‘I’ll be there in a few moments’.

‘Wait here’, she said turning to us, then jogged off towards the House leaving us panting with our tongues.

When she was out of sight Anne stopped panting and said, ‘This is terrible, I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. We’re her playthings. I’m a fully qualified, highly experienced attorney, with years of experience and top quality wealthy clients. Tomorrow I’m representing one of them in court in a crucial case before the most senior judge in the state. Here I’m no more than a teenager’s pet. I don’t know how I’ll be able to concentrate on the issues after all this’.

‘I don’t have a high profile job, thankfully I just work in an office’, I replied, ‘but we don’t have much choice, do we?

‘She must have disabled the implants in our pee-holes, because that’s the first time I’ve peed without using my penis since my Guard was fitted. I’ve got used to doing it like a man. I could feel it warm as it dripped down my pussy afterwards. It was embarrassing the way she made me shake my butt like that’, Anne complained.

‘I made the mistake of doing it in the same place and I’ve got your pee on my hands and knees. I can feel and smell it’, I said ruefully.

I could see Brooke making her way towards us, ‘She’s coming’, I whispered. We both started panting like dogs again.

Brooke was taking her time and when she got to us, she immediately unfastened our leashes from our collars, leaving them lying on the grass by her feet, while we sat panting beside her.

‘Puppy training and exercise time’, she explained.

Standing before us, with our tongues darting in and out, she held out her hands towards us both. Each contained a small rubber ball, red and yellow.

‘Red is for Puppy Victoria, and yellow for Puppy Anne’, she explained slowly as if speaking to two-year olds.

She threw the balls across the lawn in different directions and waited till they had come to a stop about twenty or thirty yards away. We waited.

‘Puppies get ready... Fetch!’ she ordered quietly but firmly.

Anne and I set off as fast as we could on our hands and knees towards our balls. When I reached my red one I lowered my face to the ground and picked it up with my teeth. It was not large, but soft and spongy. I turned and made my way to Brooke’s feet, looking up at her with the ball between my teeth, as we waited for Anne to get back with hers.

‘Well done, Puppy Victoria you were first this time. Put the ball right inside your mouth next time as we don’t want it damaged by puppy teeth, do we?’

I shook my head in agreement.

With her fingers she took the balls out of our mouths with a couple of grass clippings on them, before throwing them again, both in the same direction this time’.

We didn’t move until we heard, ‘Fetch’, and off we went for the second time on Brooke’s command.

Again, I was moving quite a bit faster than Anne, but my ball was further and by the time I retrieved it and got it behind my teeth, which wasn’t easy without using my hands, Anne was ahead of me and just managed to get to Brooke’s feet before me.

Brooke took the yellow ball out of Anne’s mouth and ruffled her hair playfully, ‘Good puppy. You must be very warm after that exercise. I’m surprised you’re not panting’. Anne darted her tongue in and out making the required panting sound. Brooke put her hand under her short leather skirt where there must have been a pocket. She placed a small cube of sugar on Anne’s tongue and it was drawn into the woman’s mouth.

‘You’re not an ungrateful puppy, are you?’ she asked the lawyer, ‘Puppies should always thank their Mistress by giving a little bark’. Anne looked miserable, but made a short barking noise, which seemed to satisfy Brooke.

She turned to me, still holding the red ball in my mouth, which she removed. ‘Puppy Victoria let Puppy Anne beat her this time, and she must try harder next time, mustn’t she?’ I didn’t know how to respond, so I gave a little gruff ‘Woof’.

‘That’s right, I’m glad you agree, Puppy Victoria’. At that, she brought the crop down hard on my rump, causing me to yelp with pain. That thing really stung. This was not just a playful game.

The fetch training went on for quite a while and I was getting hot, sweaty, and out of breath. Anne was in an even worse state. Both of us were cropped or rewarded with sugar, but I won about eighty percent of the time because I was younger and fitter. Anne had several fresh stripes on her ass, as well as the earlier ones which were fading. My mouth was full of grass clippings which I had to eat with the sugar or try to spit them out when I could. There were some on both our faces too, as the grass was still damp.

‘Fetch’ was followed by ‘Get and Keep’. This was a harder game. Brooke picked up one of the balls, and took a small metal serrated clamp from the pocket under her skirt and showed them to us, one in each hand. She explained the rules of the game. The ball was dropped near its owner for the game to commence. The ball’s owner had to prevent the other getting her ball, by making snarling and growling noises when the other’s head approached within a foot or so of it. It entailed pushing the other’s head away firmly with one’s own. Strangely enough we snarled and growled as a matter of course in order to intimidate each other.

The winner who ended up with the ball in her mouth got a candy, the loser got the clamp on her nipple, or if Brooke was in a mean mood, on her clit. It remained there until she won, or until we played another game. If Brooke thought we weren’t putting all our effort into it she’d encourage us with her crop. Fortunately she never put it on my clit, but Anne wasn’t so lucky on more than one occasion. She had to scamper about with it on, clearly visible, sticking out from the bottom of her slit, the agony plain to see on her face. It made her desperate to win the next game so that it would be removed at the earliest, and she wasn’t above nipping at me with her teeth. When she did it Brooke slashed her with the crop, ‘Naughty! Naughty, Puppy Anne’. I felt at times that we were actually descending to the level of animals, such was the strange power of the young woman over us.

Brooke ordered us to sit side by side. She waited to see our tongues hanging out.

‘Puppy Victoria is my favourite puppy’, she declared, ‘she has grass all over her face. Puppy Anne is to lick it off so that she looks nice and clean’.

When Anne hesitated, Brooke grabbed her by the hair and forced her to start licking my face. Once Anne started, she stepped back and allowed her to get on with it. It was strange having my face licked by another woman. I was afraid to stop panting while she did it. Her hot wet tongue lapped over my chin, nose, and cheeks, until I was covered with her saliva. She even licked my tongue. When Anne stopped to try and spit the clippings out, Brooke smacked her, ‘Puppies eat grass. Chew and swallow it bitch’.

Finally she ordered Anne to sit beside me again and we resumed panting when we saw Brooke glaring at us.

‘Now, up, and beg!’ she said. We rose on our haunches.

She instructed, ‘Arms out, paws limp, heads back, mouths open, tongues out’

She adjusted our posture until she was satisfied with it. I found myself staring upwards at the blue sky, my head right back against my collar. Looking down my face I saw Brooke step back a few paces, appraising us with hands on hips, still holding her crop. I couldn’t see Anne, who was similarly begging beside me.

‘That’s how you ‘Beg’ from now on’.

She moved forward, took hold of my tongue, pulling it down so that it rested on my chin. I felt her place something on its very tip.

‘Puppy Victoria, bring it back into your mouth and hold it there’. I slowly retracted my tongue as I was afraid that whatever it was would fall off. As soon as it was inside I waited.

‘Chew and swallow’. I discovered it was a soft candy, and it tasted nice.

Brooke repeated the exercise with Anne. Unfortunately the candy fell off her tongue as she retracted it. ‘Careless puppy’, came the retort, but Anne wasn’t punished. Brooke placed another one on my Junior’s tongue, and this time Anne managed to get it right.

Afterwards, Anne had to pick up the fallen titbit from the floor with her teeth and swallow it.

We were also taught ‘Greet’, which involved scampering up to another puppy and we would lick each other’s face furiously, until Brooke ordered us off. [On a subsequent occasion when Sam appeared with Melanie and Siobhan in tow, we were sent off to greet them, while Brooke and Sam chatted].

We must have been out on the lawn the best part of an hour, and I felt the need to pee. I didn’t know how long Brooke would keep us there, and my need would only get worse if she made us dart around some more.

So, foregoing what little self dignity I retained in my head, I gave two small barks.

‘Not now Puppy Victoria’, Miss hasn’t finished the training session yet.

She re-attached our leads, and brought us onto all fours. Anne was drawn by her lead so that she was directly in front of me, facing away. Brooke ensured she was panting by smacking her butt.

‘Spread your hind legs for Puppy Victoria’, said Brooke softly, as she drew me forward by my leash towards Anne’s cleft.

‘Puppies like to sniff other puppies and doggies, but they have to do it properly, so they must be trained. She pulled the lead so that my face was between Anne’s butt cheeks.

‘Puppy Victoria, sniff Puppy Anne’s asshole then her cunt’.

‘Bark once if her ass is clean, and twice if it smells. Do the same for her twat’.

Anne’s asshole was clean, so I barked once.

Her slit smelled of pee, so I barked twice.

‘You’re a smelly puppy’ she said to Anne, but Puppy Victoria will make it clean for you’.

‘Lick it’ she ordered.

I lapped away at Anne’s slit and labia. I could taste the pungent sharpness of her piss.

Brooke pulled me out by the leash, bringing Anne round to my rear. I spread my knees wide in readiness without being told.

I could hear Anne sniffing right against my asshole, and she barked once. Then she sniffed my cleft and also barked once, before Brooke pulled her away.

‘The command for that exercise is ‘Sniff’’, she declared.

When we were both sitting and panting once again, Brooke squatted before us, and said, ‘My puppies did quite well, but I’m sure they’ll do better next time’.

Looking at me, ‘don’t fret Puppy Victoria, Miss Brooke hasn’t forgotten that her favourite doggie has a little need’.

I followed at her heel, with Anne, to the lawn’s border, and encouraged by Brooke with her crop, got in the desired female canine peeing position, with knees spread wide, and pissed as Brooke and a panting Anne watched. It felt funny peeing straight out of my pee-hole backwards. I felt it splashing over my labia and thighs, dripping all over the place. I hadn’t peed directly out of my slit for three years. I’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. I shook my butt vigorously to shake off the drips.

When I had finished, and was back on the grass, Brooke commanded Anne to ‘Sniff’. She had to bark twice as my rump was wet. I looked between my legs and saw the expression of disgust on her face as she was told to lick me clean. I thought it was only fair, but to finally humiliate us, we had to greet and lick faces with our tongues which had earlier been in our pee contaminated slits.

Brooke headed directly back to the House, with both her puppies on either side struggling to keep up. The gravel drive was hard on my knees, and I was glad to get up the steps and back into the House.

Outside the Exam Room door we knelt, and Brooke removed the leashes, before fetching our cell phones and our Guards.

‘Put them on immediately, otherwise you’ll get a jolt. I’ve enabled your urethral implants so you have to wear the Guard’. At that she gave a dismissive wave, and went into her apartment.

Wearing our Guards we both ran up the flight of stairs to our rooms. Ann whispered at the top, ‘That was living hell, and I didn’t think things could get any worse’.

Linda

I found Linda kneeling to attention by my door. I ignored her for a moment, and went in, leaving the door ajar, opened my wardrobe door and looked at myself in the full length mirror fixed to the back of it. I saw a petite young woman, with average size tits, brown hair and brown eyes wearing a wide shiny steel collar, with ‘VICTORIA’ inscribed on it in upper-case letters staring back at me. She had bits of grass and green stains on her knees and legs. Had I become a slave, I wondered?

I went to the wet room to clean myself up, washing my hands and face to remove the smell and traces of Anne’s piss off my hands and saliva off my face. I scrubbed my very sore knees to remove the extensive grass stains, which took several minutes.

Returning to my room, I called Linda to enter. ‘I’ve a couple of things to do first, but I’m going to see to you shortly. Have you had a shower this morning and are you ready?’

‘Yes Miss Victoria, whenever you are?’ she smiled.

‘Which gag are you supposed to wear today Linda?’

‘The ring Miss’, she replied.

‘Can you put it on yourself?’

‘Oh yes, I’ve done it many times’, Linda said confidently.

‘In that case, go and get everything prepared, and I want to find you secured on your bench. Leave your door ajar. Run along now’.

Linda darted off.

I needed to pee again, possibly because I hadn’t managed to piss properly on the shrubbery border because of my embarrassment, so I fetched my penis from my purse, touched, and engaged it, while walking to the wet room to relieve myself. I fully emptied my bladder, disengaged the little cock, shook it dry and put it back in its case. I opened Anne’s door to check if she was ok. She was sitting at the chest, using the laptop’.

‘Do you need anything?’ I enquired, ‘I’m going to see to Linda, and will be gone for some twenty minutes.’

‘Not at the moment, thank you Vicky. I’m sending Brooke my schedule and passwords, and then I’ll be able to access my office e-mail, as I’ve some urgent cases to catch up on. I haven’t been able to do any work since Friday. I’m going to have a very busy week. I’ll bring my car over from the office car park tomorrow so that Brooke can arrange for a parking space here. That’ll make my life a bit easier as I’ve two or three court appearances this week. I don’t even want to think about what I’ve experienced this morning, it’s just horrendous’.

I didn’t comment, but went out through Anne’s door, crossed the landing and into Linda’s room. Her wet room door was wide open and I walked straight through. She was on her bench on my immediate left as I entered, her pointy long little pink tongue wagging up and down at a steady rhythm sticking out of the ring gag. I decided that there was no rush, as Linda didn’t seem stressed. She was young, healthy and flexible. I walked over to the basin and washed my hands thoroughly, before returning to kneel in front of the teenage girl. I was slightly turned on by having the young woman waiting helplessly for me, exercising her tongue in such a humiliating way, while I was free to do as I pleased. I realised that I also had a dominant side to my personality.

I looked down at her guard. I figured it was about the same size as mine. Touching its green sensor I pulled it away carefully, placing it ridge upwards on her flat tummy above her mound. Her flesh was pure and unblemished, her entire pubic area a pale white and pink, completely hairless. Her pink labia minora protruded about three-quarters of an inch beyond her slit at one point, which somehow I hadn’t expected after seeing her very attractive delicate facial features. I glanced across at her eyes staring back at me beyond her active tongue. She didn’t seem to be getting any jolts.

‘I’m going to examine you first’ I told her. She blinked back at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

Using both hands I parted her outer lips opening up her slit a little so that I could see the inner ones more clearly. Everything was very pink and healthy. I took hold of her inner labia with fingers and thumbs and peeled them further apart, till they were stretched out, leaving my thumbs separated by about four inches. I moved a little closer so that I had a better look. The flesh of her vagina was closed, and I could see parts of what I thought were her hymen. It didn’t seem fully ruptured and I wondered if Linda was still a virgin. If she wasn’t, she hadn’t had a lot of vaginal sex. I decided to see how tight she was, sliding my index finger in. She was pretty moist, her glistening lips testified to that fact as well. I tried two fingers, looking across at her...

‘Clench hard and hold now’ I instructed. I felt her muscles tense and her vagina visibly contracted around my fingers. She held it for several seconds before releasing slowly’.

‘Keep repeating’ I said.

She had to concentrate on squeezing her cunt and flicking her tongue, which can’t have been easy. The alternating contractions on my fingers, trapped in her warm soft and slippery moistness was strangely arousing. I had a young woman, whom I knew virtually nothing about, exposed and helpless in front of me. I could do whatever I wanted to her most private parts, and she could do nothing about it.

I withdrew before examining her pee-hole. It was very close to her vaginal entrance. Gently I opened it with my finger tips. I was glad Brooke wasn’t there, as I would have hurt Linda if I’d been forced to stick my pinkie into her tiny little piss-hole.

Her clit hood was about an inch long and very narrow and pointy. It was perfectly symmetrical. It was pretty tight as I tried to draw it up with my thumb. Her clit was exposed. It was very small indeed, no more than an eighth of an inch from top to bottom, and like her hood, even narrower. It was like a tiny three-sided pyramid, little bigger than the head of a pin. I tried stroking it to see how it affected her. I could hardly feel it when it was under my finger, but she did start moaning a little, so it was sensitive.

It was the prettiest cunt I’d seen so far, without a spot or blemish. I got on with cleaning it, which took about five minutes. I tested the sensitivity of her little urethra with the cotton bud, pushing it in carefully a little way, and she didn’t seem to mind. I wondered if she could tell.

All the while Linda’s tongue was curling up and down. Not only was it long, but it curled at the sides in a sensual way. She kept her brown eyes on mine, and I was reminded of what Lisa had told me earlier.

Looking straight at her, I slipped my index and middle finger gently inside her again, until I could feel her cervix, three or four inches within. She thrust herself forward as I did so, and contracted her vagina around them as if she was trying to draw them in. I slipped them in and out slowly wriggling them as I did so, while moving my thumb upwards and sliding it under her hood onto the tiny bud hidden underneath. I couldn’t feel it until I pressed and felt her hardness. She responded by pressing her mound upwards against my thumb, so I pressed harder and rubbed a little. She moaned, and momentarily lost her tongue rhythm, receiving a shock to her clit stem, which travelled up my thumb too. That caused her to buck a little, but I carried on. I finger fucked her faster working more vigorously on her clit. Eventually she stiffened and climaxed which coincided with another shock causing her to emit a high pitched scream. Her clit had become too sensitive, and she tried to pull away. Withdrawing my hand, I smiled at her. I enjoyed playing with her and I could feel myself getting aroused under my Guard.

Lastly, I checked and cleaned her Guard. Its tube looked about the same size as mine, so maybe her pee-hole wasn’t that small. After all I couldn’t examine mine at all, to compare them. Its ridge, like Anne’s, was a different shape to mine, somewhat narrower. I re-engaged the Guard, checked that it was properly fitted, and released Linda from her confinement. She was on her feet in an instant, and had the ring out of her mouth in a flash.

‘Thank you Miss’, she said, kissing me on the cheek. ‘I enjoyed you playing with me. That was the nicest orgasm I’ve had for a long time. I think you enjoyed doing it to me as well’.

‘You’re a very pretty girl Linda, and you have a stunning face and body. Tell me more about yourself’, as I led her into her room.

I sat on the armchair, and she propped herself on her bed a few feet away.

‘Lisa says you’re nineteen, and you’ve been here a year?’

‘Yes Miss, my birthday was last week’, everyone in the House sent me a card, including Miss Brooke!’

‘There’s no need to call me ‘Miss’ while we’re chatting Linda, only when I’m acting as a Senior. Call me “Vicky”. I hate Victoria’.

‘Do you have a job?’ I enquired.

‘I work part-time in a retail clothing store not far from here, but technically, I’m a student. Mistress Christine is paying my tuition fees, and she’s paying my rent here as well. She says she has an administrative job for me with this Company at head office when I’ve graduated in just over two years’ time. I’m doing software engineering. She gave me some tests and decided I had the aptitude required. I get top marks, and my teachers are delighted with my progress. I was top of my class in the last exams’.

‘Excellent, well done Linda’, I praised her.

‘But what about your parents?’

‘That’s part of the problem. I lived in a bad city neighbourhood. My parents were physically abusive to my older brother and me. Dad was an alcoholic and he had to be dried out regularly. My mother didn’t give a shit about us’.

‘Ohhhh.. ’ I muttered, reaching over and stroking her cheek.

My brother left, joined the navy, leaving me on my own with them and things got even worse for me. Finally I decided to run away. I had nowhere to go and no money.  So I stole some...’

I raised my eyebrows...

Linda continued... ‘I knew some boys who belonged to a gang, a couple of them persuaded me to go with them one evening, and we broke into some houses. Because I was small, thin and agile, I could climb in through tiny windows and let them in. Soon I had about $500, and at fifteen I decided that was enough. I bought a coach ticket and rode to the nearest metropolis to get away from everybody and to look for a new life’.

‘As soon as I arrived, some pimps hit on me. I didn’t know that’s what they were then. They said that I could have a great life, plenty of money, clothes and stuff I’d never dreamed of having. One of them bought me stuff, drink, cigarettes, some soft drugs. He had a big car. He didn’t lay a hand on me. I thought he was magic and I was made for life. How wrong I was. One day he said he wanted me to do him a big favour. When he told me he wanted me to go to bed with some old friend of his and give him a good time, I could see he was using me. His nasty side appeared and he started slapping me across the face and punching me hard.  I was in the kitchen of his small flat when this happened and when he got his hands around my throat, I reached out for anything I could grab. I didn’t realise it was a kitchen knife until after I’d slashed his face with it and there was blood everywhere. He went berserk and he said he was going to cut me up with the knife. When he came at me I stuck it into him with all my strength, right into his chest. He keeled over straight away. I panicked, dropped the knife, and hightailed it out of there as fast as I could. I was sure he was dead, but I was in a strange city and no-one knew me and I hoped to get away with it. Unfortunately I forgot that I’d left a recent photo of myself in his flat, which he’d taken with his camera. My fingerprints were on that, and on the knife.’

I gasped as Linda described the traumatic event, but I let her carry on...

‘I was on the streets for several days, sleeping rough. Then I saw my picture in the paper which someone had left on a park bench, with a caption, ‘Wanted for Killing’, above it in large print. I didn’t know where to turn, and whether or not to hand myself in, but I couldn’t face going to prison. I just sat on the bench, face in my hands and cried my heart out. When I looked up there was this old fella sitting beside me. He was clean and well-dressed and looked trustworthy’.

‘Whatever your problem is, I have the answer to it’, he said to me.

‘I just laughed at him, ‘You’ve got no idea’, I said, ‘no-one can help me. You’re just another old guy who wants a bit of underage sex, so piss off and leave me alone!. Go and molest some other kid’.

‘He called someone on his phone, and pretty soon he was joined by a younger woman, she was African I thought, and a girl about my age.

She sat beside me and said, ‘You can trust him, he’s my Dad, and she’s my Mama’.

‘How come you’re white and she’s black then?’ I said to her, ‘it doesn’t make sense’.

‘That’s cuz they adopted me when no-one else wanted me’.

‘Well they wouldn’t want to adopt me because I’m in BIG trouble’, I told her.

‘Has he told you he can fix anything and everything? He’s Mr. Fixit himself’.

‘I showed her the photo in the paper’, and she passed it to her Dad.

‘Problem solved’, he laughed, ‘consider it done’.

I accompanied them, almost sure they’d hand me in, but I got into the back of their limo with the girl and her mama, to the big house he lived in, where I told them the story of my life and exactly what happened in the flat. She and the girl lived in a distant city. They didn’t call the cops straightaway, so I figured they weren’t going to’.

‘Her dad made some phone calls. The following day he took me to his office in the city, and told me what he found out. The pimp was indeed dead, and I was wanted for his murder. He had a string of convictions for muggings, drug dealing, assaults and running a prostitution racket. The cops had my photo, fingerprints, and DNA. My heart sank.’

‘He told me that I had a choice. I could either hand myself in, and probably get a shorter sentence considering the mitigating factors in the case, including my age, I’d just turned sixteen. He was unarmed, and I had used a knife, it was likely that the charge would be reduced to voluntary manslaughter, as I had stabbed him before he came back at me. His attorneys, given the bare facts, thought I could end up in prison for two to three years, but there was no telling. Or, he said, he could give me a completely new life, with altered DNA, fingerprints, and face, an even prettier one than I had already. The old me would disappear from the face of the earth forever. He said that I’d have to be prepared to have him control my life for the next twenty years including my sex life’.

‘The last thing I wanted was sex, and if he wanted to control it, then he’d be doing me a favour. I didn’t have to think twice, I accepted his offer there and then. He took me to another room, stood me in some very bright lights and I came out minutes later with a slightly different face, and brown instead of green eyes. I was also fitted with this thing over my pussy’.

‘The next day I was on the flight home with the girl and her mother. She had a high-powered job with some organisation, and the girl was at some very expensive private school but on holidays at the time. I was given some aptitude tests and was enrolled in a good high school near where they lived. I lived with the mother for two years, got a job working in a local clothes store on the weekends, and saved a little money. I helped with the housework, although they employed a maid and a gardener, but I was largely left to my own devices’.

I remembered what Lisa had told me about Brooke, and I easily put two and two together to make four.

‘They were Dave, Mistress Christine and Brooke, weren’t they?’ I asked looking straight at her.

‘How did you guess Vicky?’

‘It wasn’t very difficult’, I decided not to mention that Lisa and I had discussed Brooke earlier, ‘I know Dave and Mistress Christine as well’.

‘Brooke and her mother didn’t treat me as part of their family because I was wearing this device which Dave had put on me, but they wanted to see me rehabilitated, given an education and have a career. I had my own room but Mistress Christine, and Brooke when she was home from school, supervised me. They are both, as you know very dominant’.

I nodded my head.

After a while Christine allowed Brooke to take control of me all the time, even remotely when she was away at school, and she practised the skills she was taught by her adoptive mother on me, until she had me eating out of her hand. Their house had a basement dungeon with a lot of stuff in it. Brooke experimented using me as her subject, but occasionally Christine brought women to the dungeon, and I used to assist them both in handling the visitors. Sometimes they were kept in the dungeon for a week or longer, in little cages and the like. When Dave appointed Brooke as House Mistress, I was sent with her. We have a kind of special relationship, but I get no favours. I was given a beating when I arrived like everyone else. Were you made to ride that pony too?’

‘Yes’, I replied, ‘my crotch is still sore. It seems that everything is designed to control and humiliate us here’.

‘Brooke told me that it’s what Dave gets off on, even though by and large he does it remotely. He knows everything that goes on here. He has access to the encrypted high-definition video feeds from all the cameras. He travels widely and can turn up unexpectedly. I don’t know how he does it, and neither does Brooke. He’s a very wealthy man. The Company might even belong to him. He has Houses like this one in many cities, even in other countries. This one alone is worth at least $3,000,000. I guess all the women he controls run into hundreds. Lisa has lived in another House which had fifteen women living in it, organised along exactly the same lines’.

‘I’ve only been here a day, and it’s been an eye-opener’, I said. ‘I’m glad I’m off to work tomorrow, for a break’, I laughed, ‘imagine going to work as a break from home’.

‘Has Brooke taken you and Anne for a ‘walk’ yet’, Linda asked, raising her brows.

‘We’ve only just come back, and it was dreadful. Poor Anne feels terribly humiliated especially because she’s a high-powered lawyer. Brooke is trying to bring her down a peg or two.’

‘I was Brooke’s very first ‘puppy’. She refined all her ideas on me, delighting in finding new ways of humiliating women and girls. Somehow I didn’t mind too much, as I knew that she wouldn’t do me any permanent harm’.

‘I’d never even seen a woman’s vagina, other than my own, until yesterday’, I told her. ‘By today I’ve already examined three!’

‘I’ve seen dozens’, said Linda, matter of factly, ‘they come in all shapes and sizes. I noticed you liked examining mine, just now’.

I blushed a little, as the girl had picked up on my interest in it.

‘Yes, I must admit it’s the prettiest one I’ve seen so far - that is if anyone can call a cunt pretty. It’s very symmetrical, clean and pink. I noticed that your clitoris is tiny, little bigger than a pin head. I can’t imagine how you get any pleasure from it. It’s much smaller than Anne’s, or Melanie’s. When I used to play with mine years ago which I loved doing, it was what I loved to play with best. I long to play with it every day, instead I have to jerk off with a silly cock.’

‘I don’t like masturbating with my cock either. Usually Lisa gets me off while I’m on the bench. If you think I’m small, several of the women I’ve examined with Brooke had clits as small as mine, even smaller, almost non-existent’, said Linda casually, ‘Some are very ugly, especially if they’re old. There was one woman, older than Lisa, who had a very large clit, it was nearly as big as my thumb. It always stuck out from her hood like a little penis. Brooke was very impressed with it. She made her jerk off in front of us, and we were only sixteen at the time, and she was nearly fifty. I nearly died, when Brooke secured her on a bench and stuck a safety pin through the base of it and fastened it. The poor woman squealed like a pig. Brooke made her wear it until Christine removed it a week later, and took her back to where she came from, wherever that was. I never saw her again. Whenever women or girls arrived, they were always boxed, hooded, and cuffed. Christine would wheel them in on a hand trolley, and we released them. They had no idea where they were, or where they’d been’.

I gasped, wondering what other revelations were coming my way, and what I, or Anne, could expect in the coming months at Brooke’s hands.

‘When I examined you, I thought that I could see part of your hymen, and I was curious about it’, I told her.

‘I can explain about that’, Linda added. ‘I had little or no sexual experience before I ran away from home at fifteen. Boys had tried to grope me but I wouldn’t let them touch me. I was a virgin, and I intended to remain that way. Like most girls, I had to wear tampons, so my hymen probably got ruptured when I inserted them. I had my first period shortly after my twelfth birthday, and I used tampons from the outset, so that’s probably when my hymen got broken. I think I remember it hurting when I first put one in, but didn’t know much about my own anatomy. Fortunately that bastard pimp didn’t force me into prostitution. Since my encounter with Dave, I’ve been in chastity. I’ve never had sex with a man. I’ve been finger fucked many times on the bench by Lisa, as you did earlier. Lisa’s Guard takes a large penis, but Brooke got her a smaller penis with a larger base, so that she can fuck me with it on the bench. It’s not very comfortable being fucked while secured that way. It’s an uncomfortable position and one has to wear either the penis gag or the ring gag. It’s also an awkward angle and doesn’t stimulate the clit at all, so I much prefer to be played with by fingers or tongues. I was rather hoping you would have licked my clit, but you didn’t’.

‘I’m sorry’, I responded, ‘I’m not really into lesbian sex, but I’ve only had sex with a boy when I was in school years ago, and he wasn’t experienced at pleasuring me. It seems that I’ll have to get to like doing it with women. Brooke made me do it with Anne last night, and she had to lick me as well. I couldn’t believe it when Brooke commanded us to climax at the same time, but when it came to it, I couldn’t stop myself, and I had the most amazing orgasm of my life’.

‘Brooke is ‘gifted’ in all kinds of ways’, Linda stated, casually.

‘If you really want me to, I’ll tongue you tomorrow and Tuesday, before I go to work’ I promised the girl. ‘I’d quite like doing it with you’.

‘I’m going to dream about it in bed tonight, but will have to jerk off with my penis to get some relief. Thank you Vicky, I can’t wait for tomorrow to come. The only thing is I’ll be all by myself over here without Lisa to keep an eye on me’.

I told her, ‘I think Lisa was hinting earlier that she wouldn’t mind if you came and joined Anne and me while she’s away. I would quite like it, but I don’t know how Anne might feel as she slept with me last night because she was so upset at how Brooke treated her. If she doesn’t like it she’ll have to stay in her own bed, or all three of us can sleep together in mine.

‘I’d love to come, but Brooke will have to OK it, will you phone and ask her?’, Lisa asked hopefully, ‘and I hope Anne doesn’t mind’.

‘I’m the Senior, and Anne will have to accept my decision but I’ll give her the choice where to sleep. As for Brooke, I think I’d prefer to send her a text’, I replied, ‘after what happened on the lawn this morning. In any case, I’ll let you know immediately I get an answer. I have to be at the office by nine in the morning, probably setting off from here about eight. That means that bench time will be between six and seven, if you want me to pleasure you like I’ve promised. It might be easier with you wearing the penis-gag rather than the ring-gag too, don’t you think?’

‘Yes it’s much easier to concentrate with that in my mouth, as I’ve got used to it long ago’ Lisa answered. ‘I do so hope that Brooke will give permission’.

Linda got off the bed and knelt immediately, bowed her head and touched my foot with her nose, and said, Please Miss may I pee and shit?’

I looked down at her, ‘Is that how you ask Lisa?’

‘Yes’, she replied, still touching my foot, Brooke always made me do it like this, and when Lisa came here, I carried on, but only when we’re alone together. Lisa likes it’.

I told her to stand.

‘Would you like to watch, Lisa does quite often?’ she asked, head bowed.

‘I think I might’, as I wondered how she did it for Lisa.

‘Let me get my penis’. Linda reached over and opened her bedside cabinet removing the penis from its silver case. I could see it was much larger than mine, but smaller than Anne’s.

Linda picked up the upright chair and carried it into the wet room with me following. She placed the chair facing the toilet a couple of feet away and I sat, before standing for me to touch the red sensor on her Guard. She inserted her penis, and stood on one side holding it, pulling the foreskin back, before emptying her bladder and shaking out the drips. She placed the penis on the cistern behind the WC.

She turned towards me and said, ‘Please Miss, may I shit? I’m desperate.

I touched her blue sensor, and she climbed up onto the seat facing away from me, placing one foot on either side, opening her knees wide, bending slightly forwards, clasping her hands behind her neck, balancing on just her feet. I had a clear view. As Linda began to push downwards, her Guard’s anal orifice opened – a hole just appeared in it as if by magic – and slowly the head of a large turd emerged, followed quickly by another two, each plopping down into the water below. Linda remained in position for a few seconds and the anal orifice disappeared as if it had never been there. It was fascinating. I had been wearing the same device for three years, and had not been able to see it. Nothing stuck to Linda’s Guard, so there was no need for her to wipe. She climbed down, flushing the toilet as she did so.

I stood, and she knelt again, and kissed my feet, ‘Thank you Miss, for allowing me to piss and shit for you, I hope you enjoyed watching’.

She rose, and I said, ‘That was an unforgettable experience Linda’.

I turned around to leave and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Back in my room, I duly sent Brooke the text via my cellphone , ‘Please may Linda sleep in my room tonight. Lisa told me that she has no objections’.

Brooke’s reply came almost immediately, ‘Affirmative’. I phoned Linda’s room and told her the good news and I could feel the excitement in her voice as she thanked me. I told her to be at my door at 9.45 bringing her penis with her and to come to find me if she needed to use the bathroom in the meantime.

I set up my laptop to check that it was working and that I had access to the internet. There was a welcome message from Brooke in the internal mailbox, confirming my status as a Senior and hoping that I’d find my life in the House enjoyable!

So far my stay had been eventful and demanding. It had been a strain. I was aching all over from my exertions on the lawn with Anne and Brooke, and from running up and down the stairs. My ass was striped and sore, and there were occasional twinges from my clit after my experience on the pony, although it was feeling a lot better. Brooke was right, cunts were tough and they recovered quickly. The rest of the afternoon and evening was ahead. I lay on my bed and decided to have a nap.