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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Education of Slave Jim Brodie - Part I by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com) *** Jim Brodie's Mistress sends him to cunt-slave school. *** CHAPTER 1-- Introduction Friday I agreed to be a sex slave. I thought I would make a good one since I have a big cock that is hard most of the time. But after only an hour my mistress became very exasperated with me because I was unable to please her as a good slave should. "You don't even know how to lap a cunt properly," she complained. "You're probably even more useless at advanced tasks." I was devastated. "But Mistress, I'll do anything you want, just teach me." She dismissed this pitiful suggestion with a wave of her hand. "I haven't got time for that kind of nonsense. I'm a busy woman. I want a useful slave, not a useless one." I was already on my knees before her and my cock was rapidly wilting in disappointment. "Please don't send me away from you. I want to serve you. Please, please give me a chance," I whined. "I can't be bothered," she said haughtily and marched out. I was crying by now in frustration. I ached to be her slave. I wanted to worship her beautiful tits and cunt and serve her with my tongue and cock. But I was a failure. What could I do? I raced after her. "Mistress, if I enroll at the Sex Slave Academy and get good grades will you let me try to serve you again?" She paused, turned and considered me thoughtfully. I sank to my knees before her in an imploring posture. "I'll work hard and take every course you think is important, Mistress. But please give me another chance." And that is why I was now, on Monday, at the front door of the Sex Slave Academy ready to undergo a two-week course for cunt slaves. Mistress had kindly signed my application (you have to be sponsored by your Mistress, you can't just show up) and had sent in the form indicating what skills I was to acquire. I did not know what courses she had requested. It was not my place to know. It was my job to learn as much as I was taught so that I could be a good slave for her. I entered the reception area where I found a woman dressed in a business suit behind a desk. Facing her on her left was a naked man with his legs spread and his hands behind his head wearing a green collar around his neck. "Who are you?" she snapped without looking up from the forms she was filling out. "I'm Jim Brodie," I said. She looked up and glared at me. The proper reply is, "I am slave Jim Brodie, Mistress." She stretched a paper out at me. "Read and sign this, slave, or leave immediately." I took the proffered page and read: I, Jim Brodie, accept that for the next fourteen days I am a slave-in-training at the SSA. I will instantly obey the orders of all females at the Academy to the best of my ability. I recognize that I am subject to physical punishment for inadequate or laggard performance. I looked up and started to ask "Does this mean..." Before I could finish, the woman said, "Sign or leave, there is no discussion!" She held a pen toward me. I hesitated, but my desire to be a good slave overwhelmed my few qualms. I signed and placed the paper and pen on the desk. The woman leaned back in her chair and gazed arrogantly at me. "Strip!" I was startled and hesitated. "That's one demerit for hesitation," she said and made a notation in a ledger. "Strip!" she said again. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. By the time I was naked, my cock was getting hard. "Assume the position," she commanded, "legs apart, hands behind the head elbows back. Eyes down." I quickly took up the same posture as the naked man next to me. I could see in my peripheral vision that she was looking me over very thoroughly with an expression of great amusement. Her eyes lingered on my cock, arousing me to further stiffness. "Judging by the condition of your cock," she said teasingly, "you must think you're going to have fun here." I actually thought so. "You won't," she said with emphasis, "but you'll be a useful cunt slave when you leave. Put this collar on." She handed me a green collar that I attached around my neck. "Keep that on at all times. It indicates the punishment level you are subject to. Why your mistress thinks you can be properly trained at such a low level of discipline amazes me. Both of you are obviously worthless pricks. But maybe you'll forget to keep it on and then you're subject to any punishment any mistress wants, including death!" That scared the hell out of me, wilting my cock a little. But the thought that my mistress valued me enough to restrict my punishments encouraged me to think my future here and in her care would prove enjoyable. I vowed to keep the collar firmly around my neck. Little did I know now that the green level included a wide range of humiliating and painful punishments. I would come to pity the slaves with yellow and red collars. The slaves without any collars at all didn't last long. She addressed both of us. "Slaves Jim and Bill, You two will go through basic training together. It begins now." She picked up a quirt from her desk, stood and said, "Follow me!" She moved toward a door at a quick step and we hurried to follow. The sight of her long legs in high heel shoes and her voluptuous ass wiggling under a fantastically tight silk skirt hardened my cock to full extension. CHAPTER 2 - The Discipline Mistress The receptionist led us into a spacious room containing mirrors, benches, mysterious frames, hooks, chains and a toilet, sink and shower. The ambience sent a frisson of fear through my cock. She turned to us and stared at our cocks with a smirk on our face. "You'll soon learn to keep those pitiful specimens under control. Stand in the position facing that door. Your discipline instructor will be here when she's ready to begin your training, hopeless as you may be. There will be no talking between you. Just stand there and think about how much you want to serve your Mistress' cunt." She left through the smaller doorway we had entered. We stood facing the door she had indicated. It was a double one. My anticipation was so high that it seemed hours that we waited, although it was probably only fifteen minutes or so. Suddenly both doors slammed open and the most thrilling, yet frightening, apparition strode purposefully through toward us. She was a magnificent blonde of almost six feet. She was wearing a skin-tight Lycra body-suit of bright red that molded her fantastic figure. Her jizz- inspiring tits thrust forward and her protuberant nipples were obvious. She was wearing thigh-high boots with very high heels, making her height even more imposing. She too was carrying a quirt that she beat rhythmically and menacingly against her palm. All of this was intimidating enough, but the thing that sent a shiver of fear though me and almost wilted my cock was that she was wearing a black dildo of huge proportions, fully a foot long and three inches in diameter. I had the sudden realization that a green collar might protect me from some punishments, but a reaming at both ends was not among them. My first reaction was to run. My second was the realization that I was thrilled at the humiliating prospect of having that gorgeous goddess grasp my hips and plunge that huge fuck-tool deep into my asshole while she cruelly twisted my cock and balls. She strode deliberately up to us and slowly scanned our bodies with her intimidating and penetrating eyes. From her demeanor I was sure she could see into my miserable soul. She slowly circled us and then came to stand close in front of us with the menacing dildo inches from our own cocks that were so puny by comparison. The effect on me was at once demeaning, intimidating and thrilling. "Kneel you useless slobs. You're not yet fit to be addressed as slaves." We knelt before her side by side, her huge menacing dildo inches from our eyes and mouths. She continued to berate us. "I am Mistress Anne and you will soon rue the day you came before me. You are soft and useless. You have no discipline. You have no skills. You are of no use to a real woman. My job, God help me, is to turn you into decent slaves. My guess is the job may be impossible, but I will turn you into decent cunt- worshippers or you will die trying." She continued in her intimidating tone. "I am your discipline mistress. My job is to improve your body appearance, teach you to obey instantly and eagerly and have you at your training sessions on time and eager to impress the instructors. I will always be on hand to administer punishment. Every infraction earns instant punishment. I'm limited by the green collar you wear, but don't worry. I know how to push those limits and I'll make you miserable. I am also responsible to keep track of your infractions so that you are properly attended to during each evening's punishment session. "You're bodies stink! Starting tomorrow you'll do physical training to develop decent muscle tone, but right now I want you in those showers. I want you to shave of all the hair on your body except eyebrows and eyelids. Help each other if you have to. And keep those cocks hard while you do so. You have thirty minutes starting now, but after this you'll have only ten minutes to do a proper wash and shave." She looked meaningfully at her watch and started tapping the quirt against her thigh. I thought she would leave us at this point, but I was to discover that except while sleeping we were never alone. A mistress was always present to watch us do our duties. We moved into the showers and started washing. It was humiliating to have a smirking woman watch us as we soaped our bodies. "Get those foreskins clean and don't forget your assholes." I turned a bright crimson from embarrassment but complied. I lathered and started shaving. It was difficult to shave my groin without nicking myself but I thought I was doing a good job. When we had finished to our satisfaction, we stood before Mistress. She circled us slowly inspecting closely. "Lift up your balls," she said. I flamed as I complied. "Each of you has failed. You have missed the hair on your backs and there is hair under your balls. Grab your ankles, ass in the air!" We quickly complied and she delivered three stinging blows to our respective asses. "Now assist each other to do the job right. Slaves must learn to cooperate in pleasing their mistresses." We hurriedly took turns shaving each other's backs and balls. It was weird to be kneeling before another man holding up his ball sack and shaving his hair with my eyes inches from his thrusting cock. I thought it would turn me off when he shaved me, but his hand holding my cock felt good and I hardened even more. Was I a bisexual without knowing it? When we were once again ready, Mistress Anne ran her hands over our chests and backs and fondled our cock and balls before declaring that we were smooth enough for now. My balls nearly erupted from the silky caress by this fuck-tool bearing goddess. She told us that were to shave our bodies every day and our faces three times a day. A slave must be smooth, especially his face which would spend a lot of time buried in a cunt. Cunt burn is not acceptable so faces must be smooth. She then declared that we were physically soft. "Part of my job is to firm up your bodies. So you are going to undergo a rigorous physical training program starting now." She led us to the starting line of an outdoor quarter-mile track. "When I say 'go' you are to do twenty laps of the track. I'll be timing you." Fondling her massive dildo she continued, "If you fail to finish within 40 minutes you'll get reamed by this dildo. Every day you'll be expected to be faster. As an added incentive, the loser of this race will give the winner a blow job." I could tell that the other slave was as appalled and frightened as I was. I expected a no-holds-barred race. "By the way, if your cocks aren't hard when you cross the finish line you'll get ten lashes with this quirt." "GO!" she commanded and we were off. I knew better than to sprint, or I would collapse after only a few laps. But I had never run with my cock and balls hanging free and it quickly became clear that athletic supporters existed for a reason. Running became more and more painful. But the image of that dildo in my ass or Bill's cock down my throat was a sufficient spur to run on. As an added incentive Mistress Anne whipped us on the ass with her quirt each time we passed her. My opponent failed to pace himself and was soon barely able to walk as I passed him on the fifteenth lap. I grimly carried on and during the final lap reached down and started stroking my cock to assure that it would be hard at the finish line. It was and as I waited for Slave Bill Mistress Anne only demanded that I give her twenty pushups. She counted them with firm swats to my ass. But I did get my reward. When Bill finally crossed the finish line Mistress Anne was furious at him. "On your hands and knees you miserable specimen." She quickly got in front of him and shoved her huge dildo in his face. She greased it menacingly inches from her face "This is going up your asshole for your failure. And because you came in second you can suck Slave Jim's cock. Make sure to swallow every drop of his jizz or there'll be further punishments." She got behind him and lined up her ass reamer and started inserting it firmly up his rectum. To keep him steady she grasped his cock and balls with her free hand and twisted painfully. He yowled, opening his mouth, and Mistress Anne commanded me "Stick your cock in his mouth!" I obeyed. I'm not a fan of getting blow-jobs from guys, but this was infinitely superior to giving one while my ass was explored with a huge dildo. Bill closed his lips around my cock and I pumped my tool in and out. "Deeper," commanded Mistress Anne, "Mouth fuck him to the root!" I grabbed his head and used the purchase to pump my cock firmly down his throat. Jim was moaning with humiliation and pain but I knew I must pump until I came and Mistress Anne was showing no pity as she slammed her huge fuck tool deep into his bowels. Being naked before two luscious females for the last hour or more had built up a huge charge of semen in my balls. When I came it was with a scream and a torrent of red-hot jizz that gushed into Bill's throat. I helped him by bottoming out so the wad went straight down his throat preventing him from spilling any. When I came Mistress Anne came too and we both pulled out from the slave who fell sobbing to the ground. Continued in part 2? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 26