I am Headmistress here at The Academy; you may call me Madame Natasha. You might say I'm a champion of womanhood. Perhaps you find that amusing but I don't. It's true! How many of you ladies have had troubles with your men? Do they treat you lousy, then turn it around on you? Do they screw around incessantly? Are they drugged or drunken morons? Do they verbally abuse or even hit you? Bring them to me; I am the Equalizer. I am a specialist of sorts; a specialist at putting men in their place! I subordinate them with a unique combination of physical punishment and mind control designed to break their wills and spirits. Here in my secluded "school for girls" I take insolent men and teach them obedience. I do this by emasculating and feminizing them. You might say I raise their consciousness by showing them how the other half lives! That's right, I take grown men and mold them into perfect little ladies. Women bring their men to me for behavior modification. Whatever they find objectionable, I can cure them of it! My fee may seem high, but I guarantee results. Obedience is something you cannot put a price tag on. Some men are so easy to enslave. I'm not inter- ested in the men who get off on dressing up in lingerie and getting whipped; any competent Mis- tress can handle them! I handle the hard cases; the tough, macho guys who refuse to give in. I love a challenge, but in the end they always surrender to me. In a battle of wills Mistress Natasha invariably wins. I got my start when I worked for The Company back in the Sixties. They recruited me right out of Princeton, naive as I could be! I soon realized that there are no rules; you can get away with anything as long as you don't get caught.I learned how to manipulate people; I enjoyed messing with their minds. I learned that there are many ways to get what one wants out of people. Sometimes the threat of pain is more effective than the real thing. Sometimes humiliation works better; it depends on the person. Here in the privacy of my remote estate, I use whatever means are necessary to take men and break their will. I employ many of the brainwashing tactics I learned with The Company, but with a sexual slant on them. You have to understand the psychology of my system. I use each man's deepest, most secret sexual fantasy and use it to enslave him. My philosophy towards men is: control their genitals and their hearts and minds will follow. They're so weak that way! When I am through with them I guarantee that they will perfectly trained little sissies, completely obedient to their Mistress. To ensure this my fee includes as many "retraining" sessions as needed. Most of the time one is sufficient. How you will enjoy seeing your man groveling at your feet in his lingerie and his frilly Maids' uniforms. How eagerly he will lick your ass or shine your shoes with his tongue, as you mock him and remind him of the man he once was! You shall thoroughly enjoy having your own thoroughly trained sissy slave. Enroll your unruly male at the Academy without delay! Sincerely, Madame Natasha Headmistress Caroline read this introduction of The Academy's brochure with great interest. Her husband, an arrogant high-powered Wall Street type, was spending too much time at the office and not paying attention to her. Or so Caroline thought! Eventually she found out he was having an ongoing tryst with his secretary. He was coming home at all hours drunk, if he came home at all. When she complained he threatened her to divorce her with ut all that changed one night when she went to her friend Beatrice's house for dinner. Beatrice had a maid named Dorothy who kept the place spot- less and made them a delicious dinner. But Caroline wondered why the maid was dressed in such a coquettish manner. Dorothy wore a black satin uniform with white lace trim that was something out of Victorian novel. It had big puffy sleeves that billowed at the shoulders and a high white lace collar, but most of her chest was covered in sheer lace that allowed perfect view of her luxuriously lacy black bra. Her skirt was very short; barely longer than her starched, ruffled white apron. Under her skirt Dorothy wore stiff Crinoline petticoats that practically held the skirt up vertically, and it had a deep slit in back that went all the way up to the white bow where her apron was tied. Any time she was nearby, Caroline could hear Dorothy's petticoats rustling softly. Dorothy wore black satin panties with big white ruffles that peeked out from under her skirt whenever she bent even slightly. Her frilly black and white suspenders peeked out from under her ruffled panty legs, attached to black seamed fishnet stockings. She teetered on black patent pumps with six-inch stiletto heels totally unsuitable for any extended walking. Dorothy was thin and gaunt, though quite tall. She was well over six feet in heels. Caroline could not help but notice the tight little ass that was inside her frilly panties. Dorothy also walked quite provocatively, in a sluttish manner even Caroline found titillating. Dorothy seemed to be well-practiced in her coquettish little wiggle as she sashayed across the room. Dorothy was the perfect domestic. The place was obviously spotless, she was a wonderful cook and addressed guests with a quiet, respectful "yes ma'am" when requested to do anything. Good help being so hard to come by, Caroline was quite impressed. She knew that white domestics were terribly rare, and one so well-mannered as Dorothy seemed too good to be true! But what was all this business about dressing up the servants like something out of a pornographic movie, Caroline wondered. When she asked Beatrice replied, "because it makes him look like the slut he is." "...Slut HE is?" repeated Caroline in disbelief. "Oh yes, didn't you know? This delightfully feminine little creature USED to be my husband Donald. Isn't that right Dorothy?" "Yes Mistress," replied the maid meekly. "Now Dorothy, I can see our friend Caroline doesn't believe me. Lift your apron for us and show her your little sissy cock." Blushing girlishly, Dorothy lifted his skirt and lowered his panties to expose quite a substantial erection between his legs. It was then Beatrice told Caroline about the Academy, and how Donald had been philandering all hours of the night until he'd been sent there for "corrective discipline." Now, Beatrice explained, Dorothy was a docile little sissy maid who lived for nothing else but to serve his Mistress in any manner she desired. He kept his body totally shaven and wore nothing but lingerie under his clothing, even at work. Whenever he was not actually working and earning money for his Mistress to spend he was to be at her side in his frilly maid's uniform. Dorothy was totally under her sexual control now. She had him service her orally or with dildoes whenever she felt the need, but he was never, ever allowed to defile the Superior Sex by inserting his filthy penis into a vagina again. Beatrice wouldn't hear of it! If he was a very good sissy indeed, she would allow him to masturbate on his knees in front of her. But that was absolutely the only way he was allowed to relieve himself. His genitalia were otherwise under her strict control at all times! Caroline expressed disbelief about the Academy and how such a place could exist. Yet here was the proof! Here was Dorothy, Beatrice's feminized husband; painted, powdered and petticoated before her eyes. And as for that two-timing husband of hers... Well, she would teach him his place; and that place was on his knees obeying her every whim! Yes, she thought, she was going to do it! She didn't care how much it cost or how much time it took, she was going to have her philandering husband feminized and docile, just like Dorothy. Caroline would call Madame Natasha that very day! THREE WEEKS LATER The new student was led into the classroom with her hands securely cuffed behind her back. A look of bewilderment came over her face as she entered the room and watched the class, which had already started. The Teacher stood, sternly fingering a long hickory switch in her hands while one of the "girls" was being put through her paces. The instructress was rather a young woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties. But she carried all the authority of the sternest schoolmistress. Mistress Delia was a trim woman with long black hair, tied up in a tight bun. She was made up modestly and dressed in a loose, flowing white chiffon blouse. It was ornate with sheer lace over her bosom and big ruffled cuffs. Her skirt was a rather plain black calf-length style, along with black seamed stockings. She might have been dressed for a day at the office, except for two obvious variations. In accordance with Madame Natasha's theory that student sissies are best taught when kept in a constant state of sexual arousal, the teacher wore six-inch patent leather pumps, designed to excite the fetishist. The teacher also wore no bra beneath her sheer blouse. Her small, pert breasts slid sensuously inside their gossamer sheath. Though she gave no outward sign of arousal, her nipples remained erect throughout the class. She was clearly enjoying the complete control she held over these helpless, sissified males. As this was the Novice Class, the "schoolgirls" were dressed in their little white pinafore outfits. The nylon outfits had sheer, flowing white blouses with ruffled sleeves, and short, short skirts held up with crinoline petticoats. The hem came down only to mid-thigh and did little to cover the frilliest white panties beneath. In accordance with Madame's wishes, the panties were specially made of the silkiest material, which was double layered with lace inside so as to naturally swish back and forth with the slightest movement. They were knicker style rhumba panties, covered from waist to knee with the most darling white ruffles. At the knee the panties flared into three tiers of huge white lace ruffles. The combination of silky and lacy sensations, along with those of the ruffles constantly sliding back and forth across the male member was certain to produce a constant erection in even the most resistant male. Madame Natasha knew exactly how to make his own body betray him. "Control their members and their hearts and minds will follow," she would say. As such, novice girls were characterized by the big, insistent bulges in their panties. Big, stiff cocks which they would be taught to subjugate to their Mistress! The class in progress was that of "General Deportment." One girl was prostrate before the teacher while four others knelt and watched attentively. "Now, let's try it again, Emily" the teacher said. "The ceremonial curtsey this time." Emily stood up, statuesque and lean. She was well over six feet in her white patent three-inch training pumps. She knelt, facing away from the teacher and prostrated deeply into the floor, raising her behind high into the air to display her ruffled buttocks. "I am Maid Emily, Mistress Delia," she said in a faltering falsetto. "My purpose is to give my Mistress pleasure in any way she pleases. I am presenting myself to you for whipping, if that amuses you." "Very Good Emily," the teacher snickered, sliding her fingers through the endless tiers of ruffles that covered Emily's behind. Then, she ran her hand between Emily's legs and began sliding it sensuously back and forth over her genitals. Emily whimpered and gasped as the teacher continued her forced arousal of her prostrate pupil. She grimaced, her flushed cheek against the floor. Then, the teacher stopped abruptly. "Come lick my shoes, Emily," she said. "Yes, Mistress Delia." Emily turned around quickly and began eagerly licking the toes of the teacher's patent leather pumps. Emily seemed delighted as she ran her tongue methodi- cally up and down the shoe. "Yes Emily," the Teacher giggled. "Yes, that's it. Looking up at the other students, she smirked. "This is the way all of you should lick a shoe. With loving enthusiasm, to let your Mistress know how much you appreciate the privilege!" Governess Margaret cleared her throat, and the Teacher turned and looked at her. "Oh yes Margaret...yes, I'd forgotten," she said. "The new student...And already smartly uniformed. Good." Turning her attention to the New Pupil she said, "I guess you know why you're here. You're a disgusting, perverted, two-timing little shit and you've been sent to me for corrective discipline. You've abused and abased women, and I promise you, you'll be punished for it! "Your new name is Marcia, selected for you by your wife/Mistress. You are henceforth her slave and you will be trained to attend her as her maidservant Delia, and you will henceforth address me either as 'Mistress Delia' or simply 'Mistress.' Is that clear? "The training can be enjoyable or it can be as painful and humiliating as you care to make it for yourself. Believe me, we know how to deal with macho assholes. It's up to you. By the time you're ready to graduate you will be completely subservient to your Wife/Mistress. And you will learn to love it. "You're two weeks behind the rest of the class, so you've got a lot of work to do. You may get right to work cleaning my other shoe." "Go fuck yourself, bitch!" the New Pupil spat. The other schoolgirls let out a collective gasp at such defiance. Unlike the defiant New Pupil, they knew the punishments for such insolent behavior. Mistress Delia stood and smirked, delighted at the chal- lenge. "So," she sneered, "we have a difficult one here. Good. It is always useful to have one pupil to make an example of in front of the others. Come class, let us all adjourn down the hall to the commode." With that, the girls daintily minced out the door in single file. The New Pupil was roughly pushed out the door by Governess Margaret as the teacher sashayed behind. "You're really in for it now," the Governess whispered to her charge they walked down the hall. There were three bathrooms at the end of the corridor. One was labeled GIRLS and the other WOMEN. There were no Mens'rooms. It was all part of the very strict and elaborate caste system of the Academy. Only Mistresses and Senior Girls were allowed to use the WOMENS' rooms. They were elaborately outfitted with bidets, enema equipment, whirlpools and every imaginable instrument of pleasure. All the other students were relegated to the GIRLS room. The third door was labeled PUNISHMENT COMMODE. It opened into a small room with a large porcelain chair in the middle. The chair was a diabolical-looking device, and in this case appearances were not deceiving. The oversized toilet was raised so high it required stairs for mounting it. At the bottom there was a two-foot clearance and a rubber ring. On either side there was a leather wrist restraint. Underneath, the New Pupil could see a hapless "girl," naked and helpless with her nipples clamped and a big weight tied to her cock. She was shackled to a huge floor-mounted rubber dildo that disappeared up her ass. Her head disappeared inside the porcelain fixture and the rubber ring was securely fastened around her neck. Her wrists were tightly bound to the shackles on either side. Mistress Delia walked over and delivered a lecture on the sinister device. "This, Marcia my Dear, is the punishment commode. It is quite an inventive device. You see, when one girl is confined to it, everyone in the Academy must use this particular toilet. It's rather inconvenient, actually. "The point is, if you don't want to drown in piss you'll have to drink it as fast as you can. And if someone has to defecate, well... it can be quite unpleasant...And the girl already in there is being punished for a much lesser transgression than the insolence you've just displayed!" With that, the Mistress Delia led Marcia up on the step by the punishment commode and gestured to look down. There was a face in the center of the porcelain fixture! "Please Mistress," the face pleaded. "Please let me out Mistress! Please Mistress! I've learned my lesson, Mis- tress!" The Teacher spat back, "I'm the Instructress around here, and you'll have learned your lesson when I say so!" Then she motioned to the next girl on line. "Robin, do you have to pee Darling?" "Yes Mistress." The white-uniformed novice girl curtsied demurely. "Very well then, Robin. Proceed." Mistress Delia looked sternly at Marcia as sissy male Robin straddled the commode. "This isn't a pretty sight Marcia Darling, and it's an even more unpleasant experience." Sissy Robin reached underneath her skirt and pulled her white panties down around her ankles. In spite of her predicament Marcia could not help but notice how frilly and lacy the panties were. Robin sighed and released a gush of yellow urine into the toilet. Yellow piss spattered against the sides of the commode and dribbled downwards. The hapless girl in the center of the toilet coughed and sputtered. Marcia could hear the slurping as the poor girl was forced to drink the cascading pee to keep from drowning. When Robin was finished peeing, Mistress Delia led Marcia down the steps and ordered the sissy in the punishment toilet released. The sissified male threw herself at the Mistress' boots and began licking them gratefully. "Oh, thank you Mistress Delia," she whimpered. "I promise, I'll be a good little sissy from now on. I shall obey every order of my rightful Mistresses." "Take her away," Mistress Delia spat. "Now Marcia Darling, you're going to experience our little device first hand. We'll see if you're still so defiant after you've been on a piss and shit diet for a day or two." "Let me go first," Governess Margaret giggled. "I have to take a huge shit!" "Put her inside the commode," barked Mistress Delia. Marcia was shackled to the sides of the huge toilet and her face was fastened inside the rubber collar. She was bound and helpless to resist any degradation her tormentors might devise for her. "No Margaret, I want the privilege of pissing on her first! Such a little virgin novice... probably hasn't even had a woman pee on her yet, I'll bet." Governess Margaret giggled softly as Mistress Delia spread her feet far apart astride the giant porcelain fixture. She sneered with great satisfaction as she stared down at Marcia's helpless face in the center of the commode. Here was another arrogant male, she thought, who was about to be put in his rightful place! The thought began to make Mistress Delia wet between her long lovely legs, the way anything to do with the humilia- tion of men did. It excited Delia tremendously to humiliate the hotshot males of the world. She could not imagine a more perfect job! Yes, Delia loved her work. She thrilled as each fast-track bastard brought before her was degraded and broken and bent to her desires. She would break his will and destroy his identity until he was happy to trade in his three-piece suit for a frilly little maid's uniform. All this and a paycheck, too! How she loved to take hard cases like Marcia and break them like wild stallions. When she was finished with them how grateful they were to kneel and serve women with infinitely less sadistic tendencies. Yes, she made them into docile little sissies. Mistress Delia smiled to herself as she spread her pussy lips far apart and released a flood of urine. It was met with the inevitable sputtering and gurgling as the little worm swallowed for dear life to keep from drowning in her hot piss! But this was only the beginning; the first of what would surely be many, many degradations this novice girl would have to suffer before she would be allowed to graduate from The Academy. As the last drops of urine trickled from Mistress Delia she clapped her hands and called out, "Emily, you may attend me." With that, Sissy Emily eagerly pressed her rouged face up against Mistress Delia's tuft of dark pubic hair and began lovingly sucking the glistening yellow droplets trapped between the hairs. As Emily attended to Mistress Delia, Governess Margaret removed her panties and kicked them to one side. As promised, she relieved herself of a rather healthy load of excrement. Her bowel movements reached the head of the hapless Marcia with a loud splatter. Marcia was coughing and whimpering, begging to be released from the hellish contraption. "Please," she whimpered. "Mistress Delia! Mistress Delia! Governess Margaret! Please! Let me out! I'll do anything you say, just let me out! Please Mistress!" Mistress Delia now stepped to the edge of the porcelain toilet and looked down at her captive, whose face was smeared with shit and hair matted from a urine shampoo! "Well Marcia Darling, giving in so soon? How disappointing, I though you might be one of our tougher cases. I do so enjoy a challenge." Eager to make her point, Mistress Delia allowed two other Senior Girls to unrinate on the helpless Marcia before she finally ordered her released. "...And remember," she sneered, "you can be put back inside the punishment commode any time you displease your Mistresses... indefinitely if we feel like it. In the future you will do well to avoid our displeasure. I am going to take a very personal interest in your training my dear, so you'd better not fuck up! "I don't think you get it yet. Your wife has sold you into slavery for being such a shit to her. 'Shit for the shits,' I always say! You aren't going to leave this place until we've trained you to be a perfect little sissy maid. You will be taught to serve your Wife/Mistress in any way she desires. "When we are through with you petticoats and panties will be what you'll love to wear. You'll be docile and completely obedient... or suffer the consequences! The punishments for disobedience are quite unpleasant indeed and I promise you, the Punishment Commode is not nearly the worst of them!" Marcia could not do anything but whimper. Drenched in urine and covered in shit imposed by Madame Natasha and her Mistresses. It was a very rude lesson indeed, and merely the first of many! Marcia was led away from the room with the Punishment Commode by one of the Senior Girls to another room nearby, which held a bathtub. The bath was already drawn and piping hot with thick, luxuriously perfumed bubbles. She turned to the Senior Girl in puzzlement, but the Senior Girl just motioned for her to get in the tub. Marcia let out a huge sigh as her fouled, tortured body lowered itself into the hot water. She lay back with her eyes closed and went completely limp; too tired to question where she was or how she got here. After the luxurious bath Marcia was exhausted, and Governess Margaret returned to lead her to her new room. They climbed several sets of stairs from the basement to the second floor are where the Novice Girls were housed. Governess Margaret had to open several locked doors to get into the Novice Girls' Dormitory. Finally they reached Marcia's room. Governess Margaret opened the thick wooden door with the bars in the window and let Marcia in. Then, with a loud clank, the either side of the room. Marcia saw that there was a ruffled white Baby Doll nightie already laid out on the bed. Just then the door clanked open again and a another unformed Sissy Girl walked in. Marcia saw that she was wearing the powder blue uniform of the Junior Girl, not a Novice Girl. Marcia looked up. "My new roommate, I presume?" "Hi, I'm Maureen. And you must be Marcia." "I must be. Some fucking place they've got here!" "Shhhh, they'll hear you!" "I could give a fuck. I'm outa here the first chance I get... I'm gonna break out of here!" "Oh, one of those," said Maureen with what seemed like genuine disappointment. There was an uncomfortable pause between them, but then Maureen spoke up again. "I've seen plenty of new girls like you. You think you're all such tough guys. But you're really not. The Academy is as secure as any prison. As for running away, it's forty miles to town in the woods and you won't get far. You'll freeze to death with nothing but lingerie to keep you warm. Even if you do make it to town, they've got a lot of friends there to send you back. "These women are more than cruel, they're sadistic. They enjoy breaking guys who think they're tough. They're all lesbians who love to torture men; it excites them sexually. They'll break you... they'll find what makes you afraid and use it to punish you. They'll find what you need sexually and make you beg for it. You've no choice but give in, so don't fight them. "I hear you've already been in the Punishment Commode. They have much worse punishments than that! Have you ever had your balls in a vise? I have! Or have them stand around and laugh while they see how many clothespins they can put on your genitals? I saw them shove a cattle prod up one girl's ass! "Please Marcia, I was like you when I came here. They weren't going to turn me into a little girl, but now I love wearing my frilly dresses and my silky undies. Make it easy n yourself and do what they want... submit to the training. Obedience does have its rewards, you know." It was a little too much for Marcia to take in. "Like what," she responded incredulously. Maureen got up of her bed and slowly walked over to Marcia's. Before Marcia realized what was going on her skirt was lifted up and Maureen was sliding her frilly white panties down her hips as she ran her tongue between her red lips to wet them. Marcia pulled back in disgust. "Get away from me, you faggot!" Maureen scowled and withdrew to her own bed. "You'll give in, they always do. Before you know it you'll be a mincing, pantywaist little sissy like the rest of us. And you know what? You'll love it Marcia, you really will. The silky undies, serving the Mistresses, all the sexual training. All this is to make you a sex slave for your Wife/Mistress, you know. And it'll excite you. You won't be able to help yourself, you'll have a constant hard-on. "...And we can take care of each other. We'll fuck and suck each other every night, just like me and Sally used to." "Sally?" "Oh yes... Sally was my old roommate. She was promoted to Sophomore girl, and Junior Girls must room with Novices. That's one of The Rules. I'm going to miss my darling Sally, but she had to do what's best. The sooner she graduates, the sooner she can get out of this place and home to her Wife/Mistress." "But..." "Oh I'm sure you have a thousand questions. They will be answered in due course, I promise you. Now put on your pretty Baby Doll and try to get some sleep....And don't try to refuse because they'll only come in and whip you until you do, so spare me the unpleasantness, okay?" Marcia scowled and began to remove her little white pinafore. Maureen was right. He would play it cool for now until he could figure out how to get out of this place. Then he would find that bitch Caroline and make her pay for sending him here! As Marcia undressed she became aware of a rustling sound in the darkness. She looked over to the other side of the room. There was Maureen lying on her bed with her panties pulled down around her ankles and another pair of panties pulled over her face. Between her legs she was stroking a rather large erection. "What the hell are you doing," snarled Marcia. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm masturbating. Can't sleep at all unless I cum at least once after rooming with Sally for so long! Would you like to watch me jerking off? I'd like that." Meanwhile, in another part of The Academy, every word was being carefully scrutinized on TV monitors by Madame Natasha and Governess Margaret. They had a good giggle over the scene. "She's going to be a hard case," said Governess Margaret. "I hope so," said Madame Natasha. "It's been so dull here lately. You know how I love a challenge. Besides, I can really torture him and scare the shit out of all the other girls. He's a stallion, but I'll break him. I always do. As long as he's got a dick I can control him. "But I don't think he'll prove that difficult.Look, he's already got a hard-on just from putting on the Baby Doll panties! Well, our little Marcia likes lingerie, does she? Good, very good." The following morning Marcia could hardly open her eyes. The sun was shining brightly through the window, blinding her. Where was she? What happened last night? It was all a bad dream, right? He was really home in his Park Ave. Apartment, right? Wrong! Marcia's heart sank as she looked around at the little girl's room with the bars on the door and windows. He lowered the covers and saw his body shaved hairless, clad only in a flimsy white baby doll nightie. He looked down at the frilly white panties, and to his surprise a raging erection was pressing against the sheer fabric. "Ooh, what a delicious joystick," gushed Maureen from the other side of the room. She got up on her bed on all fours and lowered her frilly blue Junior Girl panties, exposing her tight white buttocks cris-crossed with red welts from a recent whipping. Maureen spread her ass cheeks, exposing her little pink hole. "Come on Marcia Darling, don't waste that lovely hard- on! Come on over and give Maureen a good fucking!" "Go fuck Marcia. Suddenly the silliness of calling someone a "faggot" while dressed in a flimsy Baby Doll struck her. She began to laugh heartily. "I'm calling YOU a faggot! Look at ME!" Maureen giggled too. "I'm glad you have a sense of humor, Marcia. You're going to need one if you want to survive here. Now you'd better get dressed. I'm sure they'll be coming for you early your first day." No sooner had Maureen finished the sentence than the door clanked open. There stood Governess Margaret and another uniformed sissy male dressed in the pink jumper of a Senior Girl. "Hello Marcia," sneered Governess Margaret. "I trust you slept well...or was Maureen pawing you all night? She has quite a weakness for Novice Girls, you know. You should have seen her and Sally go at it all night. It was quite amusing." Maureen could not help but blush, though she was hardly surprised. There were no secrets here at The Academy! "Well Marcia," said Governess Margaret, "today is your first day of training. I've brought Cathie here to help you get ready. I daresay you've got a lot of catching up to do. The other girls started The Program two weeks ago. But then, every girl gets promoted at her own pace. "If you play your cards right, you could be home by Spring. And if you don't... well, we can keep you here for training as long as we need to!" Then, Governess Margaret turned and left, leaving the tall, statuesque Cathie in the room with Maureen and Marcia. Cathie smoothed her pink satin skirt and straightened her petticoats. "Now Marcia," she said, "it's time to get ready. Out of the baby doll, please." "No way," spat Marcia. "Please don't make me call in the Prefects," warned Cathie. "I'd really hate to see you get whipped before breakfast." Marcia scowled. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Then she wriggled out of the nightie. "Oooh you're adorable," gushed Cathie. "So lean and trim. And completely shaven already, too. I shall surely have to request you. Now, into the shower." Marcia complied. The hot shower felt good on her aching muscles and she relaxed for the first time since she came to The Academy. She looked down at her body, now completely shaven except for the hair on her head. Her bald pubic area looked like a little boy's. It looked so... sissyish! Suddenly the implications of where she was and what she was here for slapped her in the face. These women weren't fooling around or role-playing; they were here to train her into a feminized maidservant. Suddenly she realized she was enslaved to her Wife/Mistress forever! She would be taught to grovel at her Wife/Mistress' feet to beg for the slightest privilege. She would have to beg to masturbate, if her genitals were not completely bound by chastity devices. She would be taught to serve her Wife/Mistress as her slave. Slave...slave...slave...the implications of the word were searing into her! When Marcia stepped out of the shower she noticed that Cathie had stepped out of the room, leaving her alone with Maureen. Thinking back to what Cathie had said she asked Maureen, "What did she mean about having to 'request' me?" "Oh, you are green Dear," chuckled Maureen. "Every Saturday Night the Senior Girls are allowed to request any Novice girl they fancy, or any underclasswoman. It's a Senior Privilege, you know. Except that Sophomore and Junior Girls may go only by mutual consent, where Novices have no choice in the matter. That is, if the Mistresses don't request them first! "Request them for what?" "Honestly Marcia, you're hopeless! To service them sexually, of course. You'll have to suck their dicks and wiggle your ass for them. But it's not so bad, really. After a while you'll even learn to like it!" Marcia gulped. So this was the fate she had been left to! But she had no time to worry about it as Cathie suddenly returned and barked at her to get dressed. Her Novice's uniform had been laid out on the bed for her. It was spotlessly white and starched with matching pinafore, white ruffled panties and a satin camisole; stockings, garterbelt, brassiere and other sissy accoutriments. Marcia slipped into the satin lingerie and her stockings. As she bent over and fastened her sheer white stockings to her ruffled garter belt she became aware of a strange sensation. She was getting an erection! Marcia's cock grew huge, bulging against the satin front of her ruffled panties. She wanted it to stop but her penis was acting of its own accord, as it had often done so often in the past! Maureen noticed immediately and began to titter. Cathie caught on after a few seconds and chuckled, too. "Well," she giggled, "it looks as if Marcia may be a SISSY like the rest of us, after all!" She walked over to Marcia and slid her hand with the painted nails teasingly across her panty bulge. "So, sissy Marcia likes the way her satin panties feel on her cock. And ooooooh, you're soooo biiig..." "CATHIE!!!" A female voice suddenly boomed into the room. It was Governess Margaret, and she was not in cordial mood. She gave Cathie a sharp crack across the buttocks with her riding crop. The sound of the blow echoed off the walls with a loud CRACK! "Why isn't this Novice ready yet? And how many times have I warned you about fondling Novices without permission, Cathie? On your knees before me! Now!" Cathie quickly complied, whimpering in anticipation of a severe beating. Tears welled up in her eyes, smearing her mascara; but they bought her no mercy from the angry Governess! Governess Margaret began lashing Cathie furiously across the shoulders and upper torso, punctuating each phrase with a lash of the crop. "INSOLENT SLUT!" WHAAAP! "INSECT!" WHAAP! "YOUR NOVICE PRIVILEGES ARE SUSPENDED!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "NOW GO!" WHACK! "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" WHACK! Poor Cathie tried to crawl out the door as Governess Margaret followed her, delivering more sharp lashes across the buttocks with the riding crop. Cathie left a trail of tears as she tried to escape on her hands and knees, but they brought her no relief. Her shoulders, making sure she had maximum leverage for her whipping. As the crack of the lashing echoed through the hallway Marcia slipped into her uniform dress and ruffled pinafore, not wanting to incur Governess Margaret's displeasure by not being ready for whatever humiliations they had in store. Maureen took a blow dryer and began styling her longish brown hair. A touch of blush, a little mascara and lo and behold, Marcia was ready for school. Marcia stared at herself in the mirror and in spite of this bizarre place where women ruled and men dressed like schoolgirls, she thought she didn't look half-bad in a dress! Governess Margaret led Marcia through the Academy halls with no further incident. She unlocked a thick wooden door and led her to her desk, where her ankles and wrists were shackled with a thick chain between them. The five other girls in the class were already similarly chained and sitting at their desks. After a few minutes the door creaked open and in strutted Mistress Delia. She was dressed in precisely the manner she had been the previous day, and Marcia assumed that this was a uniform of sorts. Mistress Delia had her hair tied up in a tight bun, was made up modestly and dressed in a loose, flowing white chiffon blouse. It was ornate with sheer lace over her bosom and big ruffled cuffs, but once again no bra underneath. Her skirt was a rather plain black calf-length style, along with black seamed stockings and six-inch patent leather pumps, designed to excite the fetishist. Mistress Delia fingered a black riding crop in her hand as she swaggered around the room. Her spiked heels clacked on the cement floor. "Now then, we have a new pupil today. I want you girls to say hello to Marcia, our brand new Novice Girl. You will stand, then you will introduce yourselves and state your crimes against Womankind. She snapped her fingers and the first girl stood up, obviously well-trained in the drill from previous visitors. She recited on cue, as each Sissy Novice Girl would do in her turn. Each spoke in an unnaturally high voice for their obviously masculine anatomies. "I am Sissy Emily, an unworthy Novice Girl. My crimes against Womankind are Infidelity and Wife Beating." "I am Sissy Robin, an unworthy Novice Girl. My crimes against Womankind are Infidelity and Sexual Harassment." "I am Sissy Michelle, an unworthy Novice. My crimes against Womankind are Infidelity, Whoring, Peeping, and Obscene Phone Calling." "Quite a motley assortment of she-males, wouldn't you say? And now," sneered Mistress Delia, "our new girl will introduce herself..." She pressed the riding crop firmly against Marcia's genitals. "...IN the proper manner." "I... I am Sissy Marcia... a... " WHACK! Mistress Delia delivered a sharp lash with the riding crop across Marcia's pelvis. "... AN UNWORTHY NOVICE GIRL!" "...an unworthy Novice Girl. My crimes are..." WHACK! WHACK! "crimes against WOMANHOOD are!" "My crimes against Womanhood are... uh..." WHACK! "Infidelity..." WHACK! "Sexual Harassment..." WHACK! "And Verbal Abuse!" WHACK! WHACK! "My crimes against Womankind are Infidelity, Sexual Harassment and Verbal Abuse." WHACK! "Again! From the beginning, bitch!" WHACK! "So you'll remember!" WHACK! "I am Sissy Marcia, an unworthy Novice Girl. My crimes against Womankind are Infidelity, Sexual Harassment and Verbal Abuse." WHACK! "...and beginning right now you're going to be on the receiving end of PLENTY of verbal abuse, you disgusting little shit! "You will begin making restitution for your crimes right now. You will come kneel behind me, lower my panties and attend my derriere!" "Attend your Derriere, Mistress Delia?" Mistress Delia became furious at her student's ignorance! She began flogging Marcia mercilessly across the shoulders, chest and pelvis. Each blow was skillful and well-aimed, leaving a long welt across Marcia's body. Whoosh CRAACK! Whoosh CRAACK! The room filled with the sound of Marcia's torment. "ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK MY ASS, YOU IGNORANT, SNIVELING LITTLE ASSHOLE! ARE YOU REALLY THAT FUCKING STUPID OR WHAT? DO I HAVE TO DRAW YOU A FUCKING PICTURE, YOU IDIOTIC LITTLE SLUT?!" The other Novice Girls looked on at Marcia's ordeal, well knowing the cruelty of which their Mistress was capable. They felt an odd mixture of sympathy and relief that Mistress Delia's wrath was turned against someone else for the time being. Marcia quickly scampered behind Mistress Delia, hoping to advert her wrath by being at an awkward angle for whipping. Marcia reached beneath Mistress Delia's skirt and whipped off her panties, pulling them down to her ankles before letting her step out of them. Marcia was kneeling before Mistress Delia's ass, and oh what a luscious one it was! Marcia was kneeling before Mistress Delia's ass, and oh what a luscious one it was! The Mistress had tight, perfectly rounded buttocks; obviously kept that way with plenty of exercise. When she did for her aerobic workout Marcia shuddered to think! Suddenly Marcia caught herself, knowing full well that any significant delay would bring Mistress Delia's riding crop cracking down on her once again. Without further deliberation she buried her face between her Mistress Delia's ass cheeks and began licking furiously. Mistress Delia turned around quickly and stepped back from Marcia. She delivered a hard slap in the face, followed by three or four nasty lashes with the riding crop. Marcia cowered on her knees, trying to shield herself from the blows. "What kind of bullshit ass licking was that?" she demanded. Marcia could only kneel there in stunned disbelief. She could hardly believe that this was happening to her! This beautiful woman was taking her to task and whipping her for not licking ass well enough for her. But Mistress Delia left no time for reflection, especially when there were five other sissies in the room who needed to be shown an example. She seized Marcia by the hair and yanked hard until her knees were practically dangling off the ground. "Now listen carefully," she snarled through clenched teeth, "when you lick your Mistress' ass you don't lap at it like a dog taking a drink. You do it delicately, sensuously; for her enjoyment. Savor it, so that your Mistress knows how much you enjoy the privilege of tasting her shit. Remember, you are not so much licking an ass as much as worshipping your Mistress." She pushed Marcia down roughly and motioned for her to resume slurping. "Now let's see if we can get it right, shall we?" Marcia crawled back under Mistress Delia's skirt and gently raised it, once again exposing that pert, beautiful ass of hers. This time she began gently licking her ass, gingerly probing against her little pink hole. Then, with wide strokes, she ran her tongue between her buttocks from the base of her asshole to the top of her ass cheeks. Marcia settled into a slow, rhythmic caressing of Mistress Delia's asshole that became almost hypnotic to her. There was nothing else, only this pulsing, demanding sphincter that needed to be perfectly cleaned. How sensuously she would service it! How she took such pride in cleaning every bit of excrement from the hidden crevices of this woman's nether region. Marcia could also hear the faint squishing sounds of Mistress Delia running her dainty finger in and out of her pussy. The scent of her oozing womanhood further excited the lapping slave. Marcia felt a sudden flush of self- satisfaction that she was able to excite her Mistress so! Mistress Delia clapped her hands and suddenly another starched white pinafore appeared between her legs and Marcia could hear eager slurping coming from the other side of Mistress Delia's body. Mistress Delia was training sissies at both her holes! Which of the Novice Girls was being allowed the pleasure of serving Mistress so intimately, Marcia wondered. Was it Sissy Robin, or perhaps Sissy Michelle? No, she thought, it was probably Sissy Emily; she seemed to be Mistress' favorite. Some girls have all the luck! Suddenly Marcia became aware of a throbbing erection between her legs! She tried to make it go down but the more she squirmed the more sensuously it slid back and forth in her satin Novice Girl panties. Looking between Mistress Delia's legs she could see another Sissy Novice Girl with the same affliction! Apparently Mistress Delia had noticed this too as she stepped from between her two trainees, leaving the two Sissy girls facing each other with big erections tenting out the front of their skirts. Marcia was surprised to see it was not Sissy Emily, but Sissy Lisa facing her. "Now Lisa, Now Marcia, you will entertain us by kissing each other and grinding your clitty cocks together until you shoot Sissy Cream together." She then clapped her hands and Sissy Lisa lay down on the floor with her legs wide open. Marcia did not hesitate for a second! She threw herself on top of the other Novice Girl and began humping her through their panties. Their tongues danced together and Marcia could smell a faint whiff of Mistress' pussy on her breath. Oh, how she hoped Mistress would let her lap her lovely cunt, and soon! The two feminized slaves writhed on the floor, panting and grinding each other through their satin panties as the others looked on in envy. Mistress Delia clapped her hands and two more uniformed sissies knelt down to service her orally. "See girls," Mistress Delia snickered, "satisfactory service has its rewards." Marcia was too hot to care. She was busily bringing herself to climax as her satin and petticoat-covered manhood intertwined with Lisa's. She knew she was coming to cum soon, and from the sound of Lisa's panting she would be ready soon as well. Suddenly Lisa began heaving; her body tensed and with a loud groan she climaxed, darkening the front of her satin panties with a generous load of what Mistress Delia had called "sissy cream." Not "semen" or "cum" or "sperm;" she used the term "sissy cream." It was so... appropriate! Just the sight of seeing Lisa go off was enough to push Marcia over the edge into orgasm. Her cock throbbed and spurted all over the front of her own panties as Mistress Delia stood there, sneering. "Well, I can see my two sissies enjoyed themselves and stained their little undies! Now off with the panties, it's time to have them laundered." Marcia and Lisa stepped out of their cum-stained panties. "Now," ordered Mistress Delia, "hand each other your panties and clean the sissy cream out of them!" They exchanged panties and Lisa wasted no time. She fell to her knees, lowered the wet spot of the panties into her mouth and began lovingly sucking the moisture out of them. She gave Marcia a sly look from the corner of her eye as if to say, "delicious!" Now knowing what was expected of her, Marcia also fell to her knees and pressed the wet spot of Lisa's panties between her lips. It was the first time she had tasted semen, and the degradation only added to the feeling of sissyish servitude she felt. It was faintly salty with a strange consistency, and Marcia tried to discreetly savor it to get the full flavor. This did not escape the watchful eye of Mistress Delia who taunted, "Well SISSY Marcia, how do you like the taste of SPERM?" It was all so weird; so perverted! To be kidnapped and sold into slavery by his wife; to be brought to this place where grown men were dressed like schoolgirls; to be trained as a domestic by this mere snip of a girl; to be grinding her cock against another sissy male's cock until they came, and then suck her cum out of her panties and actually enjoy it! But it was true! Marcia could not deny the strange emotions that simmered inside her. Fear, joy, lust and yes, even love! Mistress Delia had found a place in Marcia's heart she never knew existed; a need most men have inside them to serve and worship their women. They express it in many different ways, but at that moment Marcia realized that dressing in maid's uniform and groveling before her Wife/Mistress was quite an appropriate means of expressing his. Mistress Delia had already achieved her first moral victory. "Yes," Marcia thought. "Perhaps I AM a sissy after all!"