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Educated to Serve by Carolyn
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Educated to Serve
by Carolyn
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Robert was an ideal candidate, of medium height, not heavily
boned, fair skin and with fine features and large blue eyes. His
guardian step-mother was allied to a most unusual plan, to develop
boys in Robert's position to the peak of femininity for service
in an exclusive club. The finished product commanded a great deal
of money.
The boy was first introduced to his panties by way of
punishment, but later as his protestations abated, he became
acclimated with other inducements, including increased
allowances. His step-mother was very convincing when she told him
she had always wanted a daughter and would he, for her sake, try
to please her from time to time. She could be very sweet, kind and
generous when he did so and "wasn't it quite harmless?" However,
Robert discovered he could not just pretend he was not wearing his
"training" panties because by careful and ingenious design they
simply could not be ignored. They were of satin and lace trim
always of the finest quality, fitted perfectly to his
measurements. But they were also made of a double fabric that
smoothly pulled and slid over his posterior with every movement.
They could not be ignored and so the voluptuous feeling,
constantly imparted, slowly changed the boy's psyche. Later, on
occasion, he was introduced to the complimentary feelings
engendered by petticoats, skirts and nylons. The timing was so
measured that he failed to realize how irreversible was the
change taking place, except to question his manhood. Robert
was to meet other boy/girls programmed the same way, all
luxurious, talented and expensive commodities. But first one more
important step had to be taken. It was to be an operation if he
agreed to his step-mother's offer, involving a substantial trust
fund. He would then agree to live as a daughter for five years.
Not too bad, he thought, I am only 19. However he insisted on
keeping his essential man-hood. You see, he was still
rationalizing that what was and had been done to him he could, if he
desired, reverse. By placating this last vestige of the male ego
he felt less ashamed. The operation proceded, Robert secure in the
belief that this would mean breast implants and minor facial
surgery. The step-mother directed otherwise and "Bobbie" the
girl he was to become, was given a vagina as well. To keep her
promise, the step-mother had a very special device made for
her new daughter that would provide her with a penis, so fulfilling
her side of the bargain!
The device was a fully erect double ended rubber penis,
one end of which was designed to fit the new vagina perfectly and
held in place by a close fitting smooth rubber disc mated to a
latex panty harness. When Bobbie emerged from the operation she
protested bitterly, as she was constantly reminded that the terms
had been met adequately. Strict discipline, hormones, and training
now followed until Bobbie's resistance melted and the change was
accepted. She noticed now the smooth fit of her panties and
thrilled at the feel and sight of her new breasts. The stage was
set for the final chapter. Bobbie gasped as the fitted gag was
removed following a silent introduction to her sponsors. She
would remain silent. She has been presented fully altered as
required and was wearing her rubber penis, a true boy/girl with just
a touch of boyishness, again as required. There were others like
herself and all dressed as she was exactly, short bouffant skirts,
nipped waists, tailored blouses reveling perfectly formed implanted
breasts, dark nylons and 4" heels. All had the same hair style, a
page boy. Could this really be true? She felt an immediate
attachment and friendship, a mutual understanding as their eyes
met. She was in an expensively decorated spacious room, the lights
were very low, there were several beautiful real girl maids in
attendance and a number of young men. Seeing the men seemed to
concentrate her attention on her own rubber penis and how she
related to the girls there, not as a man and severely conscious of
the loss of her manhood was only accented by her substitute penis. A
cool shiver went up her spine as she felt a hand on her waist.
Bobbie found herself pulled onto a man's lap and then felt one hand
holding her breast while the other pulled on her penis, sending
electric feeling throughout her body. She had never been handled by
a man and she felt acutely her passive position. The feeling
was as thrilling as it was frightening, especially as she noticed
the nipples of her breasts standing erect. Bobbie was reacting as
she had been programmed to do, as a young girl would be expected
to react. Bobbie now felt her face flush red and body tremble when
she observed one of the other boy/girls on her knees preparing to
receive a cock in her mouth. "No, I will not submit to that," she
exclaimed and tried to stand up but found she was restrained by the
hand holding her rubber penis. They, they were all being controlled
by this method. She felt helpless as she tried to imagine what her
fate would be like. One of the maids came up behind her and fastened
a bib around her neck. The suggestion was not lost on Bobbie and
again she tried to leave his lap as she felt her face flush again.
The maid whispered in her ear that she would know when it was her
turn, "When I am instructed to fasten your hair behind your head
with a ribbon." Soon the man nodded, and the maid again
approched to tie her hair back out of the way with a large
taffeta ribbon. Bobbie was now ready as she was lowered onto her
knees by her new master. Now Bobbie did not perceive herself to
be homosexual, but was that now the case? Her mind was whirling
and her nipples felt tight and strained. "Surely this is how a girl
must feel. I cannot deny my feelings," she mused. The cock came
out, it looked so huge that it made her feel delicate as a flower.
His hand was gently stroking the shaft as it continued to grow.
Then her head was suddenly pulled back as they quickly applied a
scented creamy lipstick. "Now you are ready my dear," just as
Bobbie pleaded with her master to put on a rubber. Her voice was
interrupted as with a gentle thrust the cock entered her
mouth. As her lips closed around the head she was at once aware of
the perfect fit and how completely it filled her mouth and
satisfied the strange yearning to be dominated which she had felt
since she met this man. Her jaws were stretched, but not painfully
so, and she could see the shaft as she looked down. Her finger
instinctively circled its base. She felt utterly helpless but
compelled by feminine inclinations to please. Following four or
five minutes of gentle movement to condition her mouth and
create a proper receptive attitude and just as she was warming to
the helpless feeling surging through her body, the cock was removed.
"Bobbie, you are going to be very good, you suck quite naturally,
as well as a girl would be expected to do. Here have a glass of
wine." During this interlude Bobbie talked to the young man who had
so completely dominated her. But the talk was of experiences,
geographical, background, just as two strangers might. They were
both about age 21, both had boyhoods, and for a moment it was on a
one-for-one basis. Bobbie was brought back to reality as she noticed
him stroking his cock in preparation for further penetration. This
time Bobbie felt a cold chill of anticipation. She could faintly
hear the sucking noises, tiny gasps and sighs in the background.
She lowered herself to her knees on the pillow provided. Again she
was facing the huge cock, but this time with a certain eagerness.
Now her head was moving down, guided by a hand on the back of her
neck. "Don't be afraid to swallow, Bobbie, you won't choke if you
do, and the ejaculate is known to firm the breasts." Bobbie had not
bargained for this and tried to pull away, but the cock was forced
into her mouth as her head was held firmly. At last Bobbie prepared
to take it, concentrating on the many strange female feelings
flooding over her. Soon she was moving her head along the shaft in
full cooperation. Her hand dropped to her rubber penis and as
she pulled at its length she felt the cock inside, felt she really
belonged where she was, aware of her bib, her tied-back hair, the
scent of the perfumed lipstick, the pull of her panties under her
flaired skirt, and painted fingernails as she looked at her hand
circling the base of the shaft before her eyes. Yes, the beating of
her heart. It was almost as though the cock was a thing by
itself and she was controlling it with her movements. After what
seemed like a long time, perhaps 30 minutes, Bobbie was startled to
hear a man's voice. "You're doing fine, baby." The voice brought
everything back into perspective. She was having her first affair
with a man, and she was going all the way. She thought, "I must
swallow fast and hard," because by now she was determined not to
choke so that the cock would not have to be pulled out. She was
going to do it right to please her man. As she was thinking these
thoughts she felt his hand return to her neck. At the same time
the thrusting began. He was in control of the motion now and she
felt only as a receptacle. Like a steam piston it moved. At one
point the strokes became too long and the cock popped out, but
just as quickly inserted again to resume at the same pace. Bobbie's
mind was now filled with anticipation of what it would be like to
know the ultimate female experience. Then she felt a vital
throbbing of the head and she knew it was now. Warm pulsing
spurts impacted on the back of her throat and she started the cycle
of swallowing compulsively and with a thorough determination. At
last the thrusting slowed and then stopped. Bobbie continued
a slow sucking motion and was very pleased with herself because she
had taken all he could give. She was thrilled when she heard him
compliment her as he removed her head from the cock. Bobbie
felt an inner glow and satisfaction like she had never known. When
she spoke at last her voice was softer and of a higher pitch, her
movements more naturally fluid. She had been given the final
indoctrination and there were no secrets left that she could not
share with any girl. When Bobbie joined the other boy/girls she felt
a common bond, they were sisters, sharing a common experience.
Each had applied new make-up but the blush in their cheeks and
erect nipples testified to their recent sexual arousal. Each
carried the ejaculate of the men who had mastered them in their
tummies. They had been conditioned by experts who knew the art.
Their masters had been gentle but firm. They were never repulsed
by what was being done to them because the technique had been
applied gently, with caring and kind soft words of encouragement.
The result was total involvment in each case leading to rapid and
forceful movement of the cock and complete surrender and
acceptance of the ejaculate. They all had been won over to their
new roles and that night, because of the set taken by their mouths
muscles, they felt the cock still in their mouths as they began
to dream of a next time. Bobbie was to become expert, a willing
receptacle for the men who took her. Whatever male identity was
there was totally surrendered with time if it had not already.
Everyone was pleased with the work the step-mother had done and
Bobbie's quick acceptance of the role she would play.
FIN
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