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Jamie (formerly Jim) convinced Geri (formerly Jerry) he would gladly rekindle the close childhood friendship that they once had to keep secret to avoid ridicule. As Geri grew confident that Jamie was sincere, her anxiety attacks disappeared.

Doctor Shields, the lumber mill’s chief physician, felt Geri’s anxiety attacks might return unless she underwent further psychological evaluation. She recommended Geri return to the institute that had first referred her to the mill for employment as a shuttle bus driver while she awaited gender reassignment surgery.

When Geri’s scheduled return to the institute was approved, Miss Gladden and Jamie accompanied her and stayed at an adjacent hotel to be near Geri Each day, they visited Geri as much as was allowed.

During one visit, an attending psychologist asked Jamie if he would have a chat, privately, explaining how Geri was recovering nicely, due to her acceptance of Jamie’s vow to stay with her. Jamie recognized the total devotion that Geri held for him/her by substituting herself in the brutal rape that was planned for Jamie.

 

Northwest Bound by: Virginia Kane

 

Part Three

During the chat, the psychologist asked Jamie if he felt he could equally accept Geri, once she became a total woman, that is, if they still confirmed their original diagnosis for Geri to pursue gender reversal. Jamie asked him to explain.

"You seem to be reacting directly to what you feel Geri once did on your behalf, by replacing you as the target of that gang rape. We feel we may possibly make an irreversible mistake in recommending her sexual reassignment, if your attitude toward Geri wanes after she becomes a woman, and you decide you prefer sex with men. It would be unwise to proceed without clarifying your perceptions."

Jamie didn’t hesitate. "Doctor, I don’t know if you are aware of how we first met. Geri, then Jerry was set up to ask me for a date as a prank. He thought I was a girl at the time. I had many mixed emotions because of that prank, because my slight stature and delicate nature caused us to be the brunt of a lot of kidding from my brothers and my friends. Yet, I was drawn to Jerry like a magnet, as he was to me, but we knew we couldn’t become soul mates, as we were both males.

At the time, I was smitten with him. I wished I was born a girl and could respond to him as a woman would.

If I then knew what changes could be made, medically, I would have chosen to become a girl myself. When he disappeared, not leaving a way to find him, I was sullen and became withdrawn. I really missed him a lot. I became mixed up, part of me wishing I was a girl, and part of me wanting to find some way to overcome all the razzing I got for having delicate features and these feminine eyes.

I chose to escape the razzing by attending a college away from my hometown friends. As it was, I only did more foolish things in college that increased people’s perception of me as effeminate. In my junior year, I got drunk at a party and my roommate said I acted like a coquettish tease.

That led to a yearlong affair with my devious roommate who blackmailed me into becoming his subservient sex-toy. He first convinced me that he’d tell everyone who attended that party that I was queer and seduced him, unless I agreed to follow his directions, explicitly, and obey him without any argument or questions.

We were good friends. I thought he was only going to con me into do research for him, or do his share of cleaning up the dorm or something equally menial. So, I conceded to agree to his imposing threat, casually. He wrapped my wrists behind me with some twine, saying I’d first have to prove I was willing to obey his orders. Still, I thought he was planning to haze me somehow as he was putting a blindfold on me. Then he closed off my nostrils with his fingers and I felt him force something soft up against my lips as I opened my mouth to breathe.

He demanded I keep my mouth open and give his cock some "good head", or I’d really regret it, claiming I had been begging for it all night long at the party, and he was going to see that I got what I wanted. He pushed his soft cock in, warning me not to bite, or he’d beat me to a pulp, before I had any chance to refuse or deny that I was interested.

I was a virgin. That was my first sexual contact with anyone. He then took hold of the back of my head firmly in both hands, so I couldn’t back away, and slowly pulled my head forward onto his cock. With no way to escape his onslaught, I accepted the inevitable, hoping he would expend quickly, and have his lustful fun at my expense. What else could I have done? I had no choice but to let him rape me orally. He said he wouldn’t get rough with me if I showed him a good time.

When he asked me if I’d let him finish, my only thought was to be done with it, so I nodded yes. He removed my blindfold. I kept my eyes closed, at first, not even wanting to think of what he made me do, let alone see it. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the bright flash, as he withdrew his cock, so it was against my lips. He took a picture of me with his cockhead on my lips. As the Polaroid snapshot developed, he showed it to me. My unusual eyes were looking up at the camera, with part of the head of his cock protruding from my lips. It was obviously a shot of me, down on my knees, giving some unidentifiable guy a blowjob."

"We know all about that, Jamie and we know about the aborted internship at the seminary, and also how you came to be referred to the lumber mill for another chance at completing your internship. What we don’t know is how you will react to Geri, after she completes sexual reassignment, if she does. Do you really care for her enough to accept her as a woman, or will you continue in your preference for men, sexually.

We examined your medical records that were provided by the mill. You took your time in committing to their program. Now, if you decide to become a woman, as Geri did, it may cause Geri to have a relapse, we don’t know, for sure, but it may. As it stands, we won’t approve her final surgery if you also choose to pursue a sexual reassignment, yourself, unless you are willing to wait and commit to remaining with Geri long enough for her to be comfortable with her new status as totally female. We feel her rape and mental anguish stemmed from her devotion to you when you were both younger. If you abandon her at this crucial transition stage, she may suffer irreparable psychological damage.

As it is, her manhood can never be successfully restored. The genital injuries were so severe from her rape and beating, that they are functionless. However, her best chance for a total, permanent recovery and sexual functionality lies in her willingness to become a total woman, in every way. She may even try leading a normal life as a female, except for bearing children. If you also choose to apply for your own sexual reassignment, too soon, her delicate mental status can revert to a shambles when she realizes she submitted to that gang rape and severe beating for someone who would have welcomed the attentions of those thugs; someone who desires to be a woman, herself."

"Well, doctor, back then, I would certainly not have welcomed any rape, or even so much as a suggestion of having sex with a group of guys. Wishing that I were born, as a girl, and becoming one is hardly the same thing. I still prefer women, and I want to make it perfectly clear, that I truly love Geri. If she decides, or I should say, if you recommend she have a sex change, I will ask her to marry me. However, if she chooses to remain a man; knowing what she did for me impels me to want to have a sex change myself, so that I could become her wife. I’ll do whatever I can to honor Geri’s sacrifice."

"Thank you, Jamie. You’ve helped immensely. Understand, if Geri proceeds with a sex change, the mill will require her to fulfill her employment contract in order for them to provide for the cost of her surgeries. Are you sure you’ll want to stay with her afterwards, knowing she will be exposed to lust-driven men who will constantly try to entice her to have sex with them?"

"Doctor, I plan to stay with Geri, no matter what she decides. I believe I love her and felt we were somehow meant for each other since we first met. I’ll remain in my job. It furnishes us an ideal way to remain together.

How will Geri cope with my being exposed to ‘lust-driven men’ as you call it? Have you considered what her mental reactions to it will be?"

"Jamie, we feel she’ll be able to handle it, knowing you wish to remain with her in a mutually open relationship. Your continuance with the mill as a teacher is a very important factor, now. After a few years, as you both acclimate to having an open relationship, you can both learn how to overcome the many obstacles you may face, together. At this time, our primary concern is that Geri learns to deal with her deep-rooted anxiety from being the victim of a terrible incident; a crime of lust that justice has turned it’s back on. If you’re willing to accept her as a woman, and truly feel a mutual affection between you is still probable, regardless of any other suitors either of you have,,,,"

"Then there’s nothing to question further. I will comply and affirm my intention to continue working in the education dept. at the mill however you feel appropriate."

"You must stay on as a teacher for at least a few years. We project that it may take that long before Geri can safely be assumed to be self-reliant as a woman without depending on your love for her. An open relationship with both parties having other sexual contacts has a way of solving interdependence problems. After Geri can stand on her own, you may proceed as you see fit, but in the meantime,,,,"

"I don’t see any problem with the issue. Anything else?"

"Yes, we’d like you to remain with us a while, a few weeks, for more therapy sessions. We’ll expose you to some different stimuli, measure your responses, and determine if your apparent willingness is only superficial. We’ll find out if you subconsciously are trying to be responsive to Geri’s selfless act strictly for her benefit or if you both are really intent on the pursuit of a life together."

"I suppose you want to know if I’m only doing this for Geri, or if I really like guys more than I’m willing to admit to myself. Why not just ask me?"

"That’s precisely what we’ll do, but in ways that will enable you to answer with objective honesty, without influence of any guilt you may be repressing over Geri’s sacrifice for you. That’ll take a few weeks, and in the process, we feel you will discover some things about yourself that may surprise you."

Two weeks later, Jamie returned to the mill, armed with the knowledge that he always had a sexual preference for men, but due to society’s dictates, repressed his desires. Jamie would still perceive committing himself to the relationship with Geri as a woman as having sex with a man, his lovely, wonderful man. The surgical changes wouldn’t detract from Jamie’s knowing that Geri was born a male, and she was adapted to being feminine, just as Jamie was, but more so.

She was still recuperating from her surgeries, but in spite of the physical pain, was in excellent spirits when Jamie first saw her afterwards. All she wanted to discuss was how she soon could satisfy Jamie’s sexual needs. She had no idea how much Jamie, too, was longing for the day they could consummate their need for one another. Jamie was equally impatient on her becoming his wife, his main attraction, and his lifelong partner.

While Jamie patiently awaited Geri’s return, Miss Gladden renewed her attention to grooming Jamie for his work as a teacher. He received extensive tutelage in the fine art of comporting himself in a totally feminine manner. The preoccupation with the program kept him from pining for Geri and pleased Miss Gladden as well as Doctor Shields. His body was beginning to show advancing effects of the prescribed hormones and therapies. What little hair was left on his chest was removed by electrolysis and the blossoming nubbins on his chest were sensitive to the touch when he had his weekly physical exam.

Jamie complacently accepted the changes, after the psychologists at the institute convinced him Geri would be less likely to regret the finality of her radical surgery if he paced her with his own changes and embraced femininity. It was desirable for Jamie to appear as pretty as he could at all times, with no visible signs of his masculine gender apparent. Only when he stood at the bathroom mirror in the mornings, totally undressed, was he reminded by his retained male appendage that he still would be able to express his affection to his new wife by his carnal penetration of her constructed vagina. This thought caused him to become very aroused. So far, he had never had sex with a "woman". He could hardly wait.

Dr. Shields suggested he have beast augmentation so Geri would not feel too conspicuous when she came home, completely changed, while he did only made mild progress in his development. Although he was hesitant, unsure if Geri would misconstrue his motive, his resolve melted as the doctor assured him that his "darling" would take this as a sign of his acceptance of Geri’s radical changes. Of late, he was anything but resistant to suggestions. He couldn’t seem to decline any of the gradual modifications they continually suggested to him.

Two weeks later, after the swelling went down and the stitches dissolved, he sported a pair of 36-C’s. They were still a bit tender, but he loved the way they made his dresses fill out and the way they jiggled when he walked. While he visited with Geri that weekend, she insisted on seeing them, wanting to compare them with her 38-D’s. He felt a pang of jealousy and considered his going back to Dr, Shields to have her increase the size of his breasts to match Geri’s. They kissed and hugged, but put off their raging desire to fondle one another, without the assurance they were totally healed and ready for fondling.

When he questioned Dr. shields, she told Jamie he had healed sufficiently and she would advise Miss Gladden to approach her superiors, indicating that Jamie was sufficiently prepared to start teaching. After all, that was why he was hired.

He was urged to drop any hint of a male persona and was soon considering himself a woman, due to the constant barrage of suggestions and references to "her" status.

Upon hearing of Dr. Shield’s approval, Miss Gladden suggested Jamie share some time with a few of her fellow teachers who could help her learn how to woo men and inspire them to be diligent in their studies with the lure of sexual reward.

Jamie met with three of them one afternoon in her hotel suite. Michelle acted as spokesperson, telling Jamie the "girls" knew about her year as a submissive sex toy for the college roommate. "You were forced to have sex with him and you probably hated every moment. So, you’re already familiar with submitting to a man totally, giving him oral and anal gratification at his demands. It won’t be too difficult for you to imagine how to be successful at it here. The difference is, no one here will force you into having sex against your will.

They may expect you to provide your sexual favors willingly, but the choice is still yours. If you want to fit in, you’ll do it. If for no other reason, you’ll do it for all the money you’ll make. How often is up to you." Michelle then taught Jamie how to suck cock to get a man to come quickly, to satisfy him and move on to another.

When she asked, Michelle showed Jamie how to recognize when a man is at the brink of release, and how to slow him down, to fulfill Jamie’s own pleasure, too. She showed her thrills a "girl" gets while she’s savoring a man’s swollen shaft. She slowly described how to reap some pleasures from a man’s intimate taste and smell, to provoke the intense internal responses by sucking on a cock, for the personal gratifications derived while being the provider of pleasure.

Taking Jamie by the hand, she asked him to kneel and begin to practice doing what would be expected. Michelle’s long cock gliding over Jamie’s enhanced lips was delicious tasting to Jamie after the carefully applied indoctrination. Michelle’s taste and smell was so "manly" to Jamie! She closed her eyes to zero in on how a man’s cock is covered with ridges to provide tactile response to one’s lips. When a person accepts the challenge, the cock being sucked can be equally capable of providing the "girl" with pleasure instead of the "girl" thinking she was merely the provider of sexual release and the recipient of her oral manipulations the sole beneficiary.

Jamie thought Michelle was well endowed until Yvette took over. She had been using hormones for so long, her cock had shrunk to the size of a small child’s. She had her penis enlarged with tissue removed from her trim waist that gave her curves a pronounced feminine appearance. It was difficult for Jamie to move her lips around Yvette’s enhanced cock. Her thick but somewhat short glans filled his mouth, magnificently.

Then, Jamie was given a more difficult test. Marie was taking maximum doses of hormones for well over two years. Her penis was tiny, and hadn’t erected once in over six months. She was awaiting her final surgery to become totally female. She suggested Jamie could prove her ability to raise any man’s cock, if she could have just one more male orgasm from receiving Jamie’s oral ministrations. As hard as Jamie tried, she failed. No matter what she did, Marie remained soft.

 

Michelle showed him how it was done. In half an hour, she provided Marie with a male orgasm. Her soft weenie gave off its milk. It wasn’t much, but to her, it was heavenly. Marie then asked Yvette and Jamie to excite her into having female orgasms, which she claimed were more intense. Michelle was happy to oblige Marie. While she plunged her rigid cock into Marie’s back passage, the other two girls sucked on her massive 42-DD mammaries.

 

Finally, it was Jamie’s turn. The three experienced "women" soon had Jamie thrashing about on the couch, from the skills that only experience can provide. She was physically drained before the afternoon was over.

Afterwards, they departed, but only long enough for them to shower and dress for the evening. Then they all went to down to the Hotel dining room to have a quiet dinner together, joined by Miss Gladden. After dinner, they parted company, but Miss Gladden asked to accompany Jamie to her suite. Once there, she offered some special personal training, implying Jamie was still not ready to offer her newly acquired skills to the men.

|As they spoke, Miss Gladden made them cocktails from her well stocked bar. Putting on some romantic music, Miss Gladden asked Jamie to sit with her on the divan. She put an arm on Jamie’s shoulder and with one swift move; she brought her lips to Jamie’s and kissed her deeply. Her tongue soon extended into Jamie’s open lips.

With her arms around Jamie, she undid the tiny buttons on the back of Jamie’s blouse and slid it off of her shoulders, never letting their lips part. Aggressively, she mashed her lips against Jamie’s; then paused. "Some men will want to act in a similar fashion with you. You should be willing to experience some controlled dominance from men, spiced with rough and impatient lovemaking. Do you think you’re ready to handle it? It can be fun, if you know how to regain control."

Jamie was intrigued, but didn’t know how to answer, feeling anything she said would be wrong. She was familiar with being used, but had no idea how to keep someone from dominating her. She wished she could be able to resist or make her partner more attentive to her pleasures.

Louise Gladden resumed kissing Jamie, while her hands roamed all over Jamie’s body. She grabbed one of the newly enlarged breasts, kneading it roughly. That wasn’t giving Jamie much pleasure.

Louise chuckled and said some men’s hands were bigger and rougher. "Some men may want to slap you around a bit, playfully. What would you do if they wanted to inflict pain, Jamie?"

"I’d get right up, slap them and tell them to stop, or leave!"

"That’s exactly what they expect and desire you to do, honey. Try to remember that a person who likes to inflict pain while having sex, want his partner to resist and put up a struggle. If you struggle, you’ll only encourage him to become more aggressive and inflict more pain. Do you think you can handle that?"

"No, I guess not, and I wouldn’t like it either! I’m not into that kind of kinky stuff."

"Have you ever tried it? I mean, have you ever enjoyed feeling mild pain?"

"What do you mean? Why in the world would I want to be beaten up or even treated roughly by any man like you just did?"

"Not getting beaten up, Jamie! Feeling mild pain, or discomfort. Some girls like it rough, when they know it is controlled and has its limits. It may sound strange, but some people like it that way. I am going to spank you in a bit, Jamie. I want to see how you react to being punished while having sex, without any fear of your being physically harmed, but with your knowing that you won’t be able to stop it from happening. Let’s go over to the bedroom."

As they walked through the door, Jamie immediately spotted a contraption that looked like an elaborate saw horse, except it had leather pads on both ends, and a long pad across the top. She hesitated in the doorway, but Miss Gladden gently pushed her forward into the room and guided her to one end of the gleaming, polished "horse" and told her to kneel.

As Jamie resisted, Miss Gladden applied more force to her arm, until the tears started to form in Jamie’s eyes, more from fear than physical pain. Miss Gladden wrapped her other arm around Jamie’s neck as she forced her to kneel down on the leather pads.

"I said kneel, bitch!"

"Okay, okay!" She added pressure to Jamie’s arm, bringing it behind her body, forcing her to lean forward across the pad on top of the horse. Keeping Jamie bent over the horse, she covered one calf and then the other with padded clamps, which secured Jamie’s legs firmly in place on the leather kneepads.

She pulled Jamie’s free arm forward, placing it upon a leather arm pad at the opposite end of the horse. She immobilized the wrist with a leather cuff. She released the twisted arm and swung it forward into place to be cuffed on the opposite side of the horse’s head. Jamie was mounted like a jockey, except her breasts hung down on either side of the narrow wooden frame where the torso pad along the length of the horse was relieved to accommodate them.

"I don’t like this Miss Gladden! I told you that I didn’t like being forced in to being a sex toy by my roommate. Why would I want you to force me to accept being put here like this? I suppose you’ll want to spank me now!"

"Beg! I want you to beg me to stop!"

"Oh, please, Miss Gladden. Don’t do this. Don’t force me! You promised that I wouldn’t be forced into doing anything."

Miss Gladden lifted Jamie’s skirt and parked it over her back. Her panties were exposed over her wide butt. In a flash, Miss Gladden tore off Jamie’s panties. Now her bare butt was exposed. Jamie could feel the cool air caress her flanks. Suddenly she felt excruciating pain! Miss Gladden had swatted her fanny with something hard. A second, third and fourth swat caused Jamie to shout at her!

"Dammit! That hurts! Stop! Oh, please, don’t hit me again!"

"If you don’t like it, why are you sporting a raging hard-on Jamie? It only took four light strokes of the paddle to get you hard." Miss Gladden came around in front of Jamie with a ping-pong paddle in her hand. "Your nipples seem to enjoy my love taps, too. See? They are growing, Jamie." She put the paddle under her arm and tweaked both nipples simultaneously, as she leaned forward, brushing her skirt over Jamie’s face.

She then adjusted another pad under Jamie’s chin, so he couldn’t look down. She then looped a tether over his neck, forcing his cupped chin pad to hold his head upright. He now couldn’t turn his head to either side. He was forced to look straight ahead into the folds of Miss Gladden’s pleated skirt. She lifted it and rubbed her pantied crotch over Jamie’s nose. She humped against his nose and lips. The action caused her cock to stretch the panties.

"Lick it! Lick the underside of my cock!" Jamie had no choice. He wasn’t in any position to get her angry. He licked at the rigid cock and discovered that he now wanted to lick it, too. He suddenly wanted to be forced into submission. It was sexually arousing to be unable to resist. If he tried, she would surely use the paddle on him again.

Strangely enough, he wouldn’t mind if she did spank him some more. He wanted to be abused without having a way to prevent it. His roommate frequently would verbally torment him, without physically punishing Jamie. He was embarrassed because he was too chicken to try to oppose him due to the threats of exposure and the public derision that was sure to follow. Then, he succumbed out of fear. Now, there was no fear, he simply had no choice.

"Do you want to suck it? Do you want me to stuff my cock into your mouth and force it down your throat?"

"Yes." He whispered. "Please, Miss Gladden let me suck it."

"Then beg for it, or I’ll paddle your ass until it bleeds."

"No! I won’t beg!"

Swish! The paddle found its target, and Jamie’s eyes bulged from the searing pain across his buttocks. He winced, but wanted to feel the sting of the paddle.

"Beg me to stuff your lips with it!"

"No!" Again, the paddle found its mark. His butt stung from the repeated swat. He felt his cock pulse. He was so HARD! His nipples tingled from the sensations emanating from his fiery tush, and running up and down his spine. His body quivered from the intensity of the anticipation, not knowing when the next blow would fall.

"Beg me to fill your mouth with cock, or I’ll put clamps on your nipples and hang weights from them until your tits stretch out like an old hag and hang down to the floor. Would you like that, instead?"

"No! I suck it! Please, please put your cock in my mouth! I’ll suck it; only don’t hurt my new breasts! Let me suck you off!"

Miss Gladden swatted his butt again, and then walked away.

"Jamie, you have a lot to learn. Some men have an insatiable desire to force a woman to do things for them that she would never allow them to do, without the use of force. I think I’ll leave you here to think about how a man can easily force you into a position from which you cannot resist his Dominance over you and make you do anything he wishes. It will be wise for you to learn how to recognize a man’s intention to dominate you, so you’ll know how to react and avoid it.

I don’t like my cock being sucked, Jamie. I prefer to suck on a strong man’s big penis and make him come in my mouth, or have him fill my ‘pussy’ with his big dick and leave me full of his hot love-juice. I love to walk around all day with a load of baby making juice inside, leaking out with every step.

"I thrill at the sound men make when they beg me to suck them off. Sometimes, I like to put them into a position like you are right now, unable to stop me from satisfying my desires. Think of the fun it is to force a man who doesn’t want to be fellated, to give up his juice, unable to stop me from getting him all excited with my tongue and lips, and stopping just before the big moment. They don’t like being controlled or frustrated. You have to know how the frustration feels to be able to use it to your advantage.

"Since you want a cock to suck, I think I’ll let you lay here, dreaming about having a big dick in your lips. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. It’s long after your bedtime, Jamie. Perhaps you can remember this lesson better if you spend the night strapped onto the horse. Before I leave, I’m going to milk you, so you won’t have to spend the night sexually frustrated."

Miss Gladden rolled the horse next to the bed. It was equipped with castors, that could be locked to make the horse remain stationery, or unlocked to enable it to be moved around. She adjusted the pads so Jamie’s knees were spread far apart. She laid on the bed on her back with her head extended over the edge.

She flipped up another leather-covered pad between Jamie’s knees and rested her neck on it while she took his man meat into her mouth. Jamie was unable to move. She bobbed her head up and down leisurely between his knees and her lips brought him to rapid release. After his cock deflated, she took the paddle, without rising, applied it to Jamie’s ass cheeks. Again, he felt his cock hardening. She brought him to another climax and he shuddered, as his second load slid down her eager throat.

She repeated the process until he could no longer get hard.

"So! Would you like to spend the night on the horse, Jamie?"

"No, but I will if you agree not to hit me again."

"You don’t like to be spanked, Jamie? Yet, it aroused you when you felt the paddle and couldn’t do a thing to avoid being struck. The pain and the pleasure are hard to distinguish when you are not in control. Tonight’s lesson is this: You must choose if and when you do not wish to be in control. Once someone has complete control over you, you have no way to prevent things from happening. Once you are completely helpless, you must learn how to savor the moment and take pleasure in your pain if it is what your dominant partner desires.

You even begged me to put my cock into your mouth to avoid being spanked, yet each swat of the paddle excited you more and more. You enjoyed being unable to resist. You must never let the men from the field put you into this position.

Remember, as long as you have what someone else wants, you will be the one in control. Once you let them take control of you, you have no way of recovering. When that happens, take pleasure in the pain you incur from your decision. Don’t ever let the men from the field take control. You must be in control at all times.

In the morning, if you wish, you may get what you begged for tonight, cock to suck, and more. All you have to do is remain like this on the horse until then. If you prefer, I’ll let you go now. You’ll have to wait until you learn from experience.

Which brings up your next lesson in subjugation. The big wigs are the only men for whom you should grant total submission. They run the entire show and they have the power to hire, fire or promote who they please. Think you can handle it?

The president of the mill wishes to meet with you as soon as you feel you are ready. If you think you are, let me know in the morning. Before you decide, you should know that tonight’s lesson was to prepare you for meeting with him. He likes to be first, and likes to know he’ll get what he wants, without objection.

All you have to do is remain on the horse. It’s well after midnight. It will only be for a few hours. When you do meet the president, it will be on the horse, as you are now. He likes to ‘break in’ the new applicants. If he’s impressed by your next performance, you can be sure no one will give you any problems. If he’s not, he may decide you won’t be an asset to the team."

Jamie was about to decline the invitation. He wasn’t expecting another surprise "initiation". Before he could structure his response, Miss Gladden continued.

"You see, Jamie; the president likes when people are not in a position to refuse him. He’s one of those men who likes to have things his way, all the time. He’ll give you all the cock you begged me for so convincingly earlier, but only if you are in a position not to refuse him. If you please him, he will then offer you to other board members to confirm his control over you, Jamie. Yes, you will get plenty of cock, but you won’t forget to never let yourself be put into this position, by the men in the field. You must learn to prepare for such a possibility. Don’t be too scared. We’ll teach you how to prevent any man from ever doing this to you, unless you want to, and then only in a way you can escape if you feel you must.

All you have to do to escape that horse is to slide your knees forward or your elbows back. The vertical stops at the ends of each pad can release all of the tethers. Your captors don’t need to know that, but you do. The horse requires you to be assisted into the tethers, but it doesn’t require assistance for you to gain your freedom from them. Your freedom is provided by your knowledge and their ignorance. Remember that.

You may release your bonds now, Jamie. Learning how it works is essential. Once strapped in by a sex partner, it is too late to learn. Learn now. If you choose to meet the boss in the morning, I’ll help you to become very pretty for him. All you have to do is agree to spend the next four hours so that you will know what it’s like to be helplessly locked in for an extended period of time."

Jamie slid his knee forward. The pad in front of his knee tilted. The bindings over his calves, as well as the cuffs on his wrists and neck, released. Miss Gladden showed him how to turn a knob on the chin support to lower it. After he got up, he examined the horse carefully. A padded shelf near the bottom held assorted spanking implements and numerous devices to torment an occupant of this devious thing designed to provide pleasurable pain.

"At 4:00 AM, I’ll return. If I find you on the horse, I’ll prepare you, and we’ll invite the president and his guests to meet you. If you willingly suck their cocks and accept whatever favors they choose to provide you, you will never be able to say you were forced to do it, as you now know how to release your bonds to escape. For the men, however, seeing a bound beauty is an excellent way to arouse them. Men like to feel they’re in control as they ravage a priceless prize like you."

Jamie removed his makeup, washed, changed into a nightie provide by Miss Gladden, and returned to the bedroom. Miss Gladden was smiling, as she saw Jamie kneel down on the rear pads and bent over to be fastened onto the steed of polished wood and leather. She carefully adjusted the chin support to afford Jamie a degree of comfort. "I don’t want you to have a stiff neck in the morning.

By noon, you’d need a chiropractor to straighten you out." She chuckled. She bent over, kissed Jamie goodnight on the cheek, saying: "Sweet dreams."

Jamie decided the horse was rather comfortable, after all, once he got used to the position he was in. On her way out, Miss Gladden checked the room’s thermostat, and turned it up to prevent Jamie from getting a chill without any bed covers, as he was only wearing an extremely sheer nightie. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable on his new hobbyhorse and soon fell asleep.

I awoke to someone shaking me. "Come on, sleepy-head. Time to purge your love-tunnel." I looked up into the smiling face of my mentor, Miss Gladden. It took a moment for him to realize where I was. A sudden sting of the paddle on my butt cleared the cobwebs from my head. Another swat on my other cheek balanced the fire across my hind end, and brought new life to my limp cock. After a few more stinging swats, my manhood was at full attention. Miss Gladden resumed her position on the bed and took my cock into her mouth, swatting my ass until I came. After my first orgasm, she continued to slowly suck me dry, until I finally couldn’t sustain an erection.

"Many men don’t get excited if they see the object of their passion sporting a big hard-on. They like to see a pretty face, big tits, and a willing orifice, but not some salami that may be bigger than their own. Now that your horniness is taken care of, you can concentrate on satisfying your guests. Get up. We’ll start with a bowel cleansing."

My morning constitutional was hastened by the repeated flushing of my bowel with a prepared "douche", administered by Miss Gladden who spoke softly to me, describing how and why each step would be necessary. Insisting that my tender rosebud must be clean and fresh, she scented it with a floral flagrance. Then she carefully inspected it using her well-lubricated finger, and then with a long probe of larger girth bathed in a thick lotion to ease the tension of my love-muscle. Her touch was so gentle. That was something I was not used to experiencing.

My former roommate took my cherry long before, so I was certainly not a virgin, but I had never been so carefully prepared for having sex before. It felt so good that I remained quiet, and enjoyed being pampered. I hoped the president of the mill would be equally considerate, but I doubted it. I was nervous about how he would treat me. I wondered if Miss Gladden was buttering me up for the ‘kill’.

"I’m scared. What kind of man is president? I mean, will he treat me rough?"

"That’s up to you. I think you’ll enjoy his visit. How do you want to be treated?"

"I don’t want him to be disappointed, but I’m not keen on being hurt. He won’t try to beat me with the paddle or anything like that, will he?"

"You seemed to respond to my ‘love taps’ quite well. Was last night the first time you were spanked during a session of controlled submission?"

"Yeah, could you tell?"

"Not particularly. You handled yourself quite well. The important thing was to teach you that men might forget, in the heat of passion, that you might not enjoy being dominated as much as they enjoy dominating you. Remember that you can stop them anytime you’d like by releasing your restraints. No one wants to inflict pain unless they think it will heighten mutual pleasure, but they can get carried away with it and not know when you’ve had ‘enough’ unless you can show them.

Telling them will only excite them more. They’ll want to hear your begging for mercy when they’re in control. That’s what excites them. You have to be able to determine how far to let them go. Some ‘girls’ like more than others. Until you have tried it, you won’t know how much of it you’ll like. Different men have their own peculiar preferences. Some don’t use paddles, but prefer to use their hands. The sting on their palms excites them, not your pain. All they want to do is get hot and increase the intensity of their own arousal.

Don’t worry. The company officers will only be interested in testing to see if you’ll be a good subject. They’re nice guys, but they’re used to being in control. They got to the top of the corporate ladder by reading the people they work with, and using their skills to glean maximum advantage. You’ll like them, I’m sure."

She proceeded to help me with my makeup and hair. I FELT LIKE A BRIDE! She expertly applied my cosmetics for me. All I had to do was sit there and let her do her thing. She mentioned how she found preparing girls for dominance sessions was fun for her. Each girl was apprehensive. I was no different from the others, and would soon know what pleases men the most. It was only a matter of time and experience. Preparing the girls was almost as exciting for her as her own first experiences with the men.

She oiled my skin with a body lotion to make it glisten with a soft glow. She then applied some rouge to my swollen nipples to make them appear larger. She then handed me a small white pill that she felt would help me to enjoy myself more. I took it, not bothering to inquire what it contained, glad to know she wanted me to enjoy my visit by the president and his fellow executives.

She helped me put on a black, wasp-waisted merry widow with six long garters to attach to the black, seamed stocking that she rolled up my pretty legs. I was so pleased that she wanted me to look as sexy as possible for my important guests who she said were probably already on their way, anxious to meet the latest addition to the teaching staff. She said the men were diligent and personally tested the qualifications of each teacher. She asked me to try my best so they would be confident my students would not be disappointed.

After adorning my body with a darling, floor-length black lace negligee and matching gown, she slipped a pair of impossibly high-heeled mules on my feet. The heels had to be at least six inches high, making me tower over her. For once, I was glad that I was small in stature. She suggested that I try not to stand fully erect, to appear as demure as possible.

A knock on the door took my breath away. Kissing my cheek, Miss Gladden told me to relax, and I’d do fine. She opened the door and admitted five tall, handsome men. She introduced each by first name, beginning with the president. Each took hold of my trembling hand and kissed the back of it suavely. My knees began to tremble uncontrollably, as I feared saying or doing something that was inappropriate, breaking the magic spell spun by these towering lumbermen. By their stature, I could easily tell that they came up through the ranks; all had once been lumberjacks, themselves.

The president himself broke the brief silence. "Welcome to the firm, Miss Martini. I hope you will enjoy working here. You are lovely. From Miss Gladden’s glowing accounts of your background, I know the men will enjoy your obvious talents.

I want you to know all of us men on the board will do our best to help find your teaching assignment most rewarding." The glint in his eyes as he stared at my breasts was enough to indicate that he was eager to prove their intentions. He took my hand and put it around his waist, turning to speak to his associates.

"Gentlemen, Miss Gladden has obviously found an excellent addition to her staff. Harry, why don’t you have room service send up some coffee and rolls while I confer with Miss Martini in private for a while." He led me away to the bedroom.

After closing the door, he turned to me and kissed me. His well-groomed beard and moustache tickled my nose, but my new breasts surged with pleasure from his strong embrace. His immense arms surrounded my shoulders as I tried to look frail and demure as Miss Gladden suggested. He removed my gown and negligee, planting several little kisses all over my naked neck and shoulders.

After several kisses accompanied by ardent caresses, he led me to the polished sawhorse. "Please kneel down, Miss Martini. It’s time for me to have the pleasure of properly introducing you to your new duties."

As I took position and slowly knelt down, trying to remain calm. My senses and will to resist seemed dulled, most likely from the little white pill Miss Gladden provided earlier, taking effect. In my mind, I was completely terrified, but was still able to maintain a cool, collected outward appearance. Once the tethers were secure, he came around in front of the sawhorse, and set my chin firmly onto the support he raised to the proper level. Without further comment, he loosened his belt, lowered his trousers and released his hard cock from within the confines of his plain white boxer shorts.

He slowly wiped the head of his cock back and forth across my lips. "Let me direct you, Jamie. Don’t do a thing, unless I tell you. Now, stick out your tongue, and let the tip of it encircle my glans."

I did as he instructed, as he rotated his throbbing rod to enable to lick my way around the entire glistening knob without moving my head. Only moving my tongue was necessary.

"Now, open your mouth wide. I want to provide you with something special to increase our pleasure and ease the friction from my entry into your lovely mouth. He sprayed something sweet tasting into my open mouth, which quickly erased the tension in my jaw and made my lips tingle with numbness.

"Open your lips very slightly now, Mss Martini. I want you to try to apply as much pressure as you can to my cock, without letting your teeth touch it. Let my cock force its way deep into your mouth."

His tool was insistent, slowly but surely sinking deep into my willing orifice, causing my lips to tingle more from the firm contact with it. It felt as if his big cock was gently vibrating as it slipped into me. When it reached the back of my mouth, he withdrew it gradually. "Yes, that’s very nice. Roll your tongue along the length of my shaft, along the sensitive underside to stimulate me to full hardness, dear."

I complied with his instruction, making nearly silent slurping sounds, as I mewed involuntarily, from the tingling sensations his hot cock was creating within my lips.

"Your mouth is exquisitely talented, a very desirable mouth to fuck. Can you hum while you are sucking me off, my dear?"

"Mhmn-hmn." I repeated the humming yes, over and over while his breathing became deeper, and his thrusts into my mouth became more insistent and rapid. I was disappointed. No pain. I expected to be paddled like Miss Gladden told me men dominating a woman would be apt to do.

"I’m about ready to spend my seed, now, Miss Martini. If you can tolerate it, I want you to swallow all of it as it enters your throat." I tried to nod my head up and down to indicate that I was ready and I wanted him to cum, but I couldn’t move my head in the confines of the chin stirrup. His sudden spray of release caused me to flinch, closing my eyes, as his warm sperm bathed my throat.

He made loud, guttural noises, vocalizing his passion as his pulsing cock spewed massive gobs of spunk into me. "Agh! I’ve been saving that load up for you for a week. Swallow! Swallow, now!" As I had no choice, or it would surely fill my lungs and drown me, I swallowed his seed greedily, and my body convulsed with the most magnificent sensations, as the heat of his ejaculate ran into my throat. His cock joined the seed, as I continued to swallow, feeling my Adam’s apple move as it brushed against his cock-head inside of my larynx.

I was beginning to feel an urgent need to expel him to get badly needed air into my lungs, when he retracted, paused for me to take a deep breath, and plunged in again for me to coax every last bit from him by sucking as hard as I could. His seed was pleasant to receive, likely due to the chemical influences provided. My mind sensed an inner joy in my not having any way to prevent his ravaging me.

He back out somewhat, while trying to regain composure, but he did not remove his cock entirely from my mouth. Instead, he began to rock gently back and forth, slowly feeding his cock back in. I felt his tension relax completely, and the girth of his rod lessen, as he seemed to be languid, in a dreamlike state. He maintained a steady, slow pace, plunging in and, puling back, as his hands massaged the back of my head. After no more than a few minutes, his cock began to reassert itself. It was growing firm again. He picked up the pace, and fucked my face with obvious delight. In what seemed like a few minutes, he sent another load of his delicious sperm into my throat, and sent in his cock to his pubes.

I could feel the entire cock head as my throat muscles gripped it while I greedily swallowed his man-juice. Again, he backed off in the nick of time to provide me access to needed air, and resumed sending his rod back in to be surrounded by my mass of quivering oral and throat muscles.

He let his cock remain in my slurping, humming mouth until it became totally flaccid. I was surprised at the intensity of my desire to ravish him. His sperm was so gratifying, I couldn’t get enough. When he finally withdrew his cock, he took my chin into his hand, leaned over, and kissed my cum-sodden lips, running his tongue over them to extract some measure of my excitement.

"The mouth spray I used earlier makes one’s lips and mouth tingle. I wanted a bit of that sensation for myself, so I can transfer the same pleasure to your nipples. Excuse me, my dear. I’ll be back in a few short seconds." He went to the door, and summoned the vice-president of sales to join us.

He returned to me and said: "Open your mouth very wide and leave it wide open, my dear." He sprayed my mouth again, and with wide eyes, I saw the next man step up in front of me. His huge, hard cock was sent into my mouth in one long thrust. As he pumped the mammoth into me without saying a word, I instinctively closed my lips around it. "No, my dear. You mustn’t touch it with your lips. I said you must leave your mouth wide open. Don’t let your lips touch his cock! You see, he promised his wife that he would never let another pair of lips touch his cock after she discovered how we executives ‘test’ our special employees. She swore she’d cut it off if she ever found a trace of lipstick on it again. Use only your tongue and throat. While you do, I will suck on your nipples to encourage you. I want you to derive as much satisfaction from our meeting as possible."

I heard him below me, moving things from the lower shelf of the sawhorse. He inverted the shelf to place its padded side right side up. He lay down on the padded shelf beneath me so his head was in line with the part of the frame that was conveniently cut out to provide access to my breasts. His coated lips and hot breath made my left nipple tingle. Soon, it filled with intense heat. He sucked my nipple deeply into his mouth and I felt it expand I his hot oral cavity. With a swift movement, he then took my right breast into his lips, providing the same suction. His coarse fingertips toyed with my left nipple, filling it with further thrills. His sucking was rough. His teeth scraped against my swollen nipple as he tweaked the other with his fingernails.

The distraction caused by having my breasts mauled was promptly erased by a sudden deep thrust of the hard cock in my wide-open mouth. It sunk into my larynx and spilled a heavy load of man seed. I swallowed it as best I could. The man stepped back, palmed my cheek, and looked into my eyes. "Excellent!" He zipped up his fly, turned away and left without another word.

The third man replaced him and silently pulled out his rather small cock, and ran the head of it over my lips. He did not enter my mouth deeply, but instead only penetrated my lips to the extent that the back ridge of his glans brushed against the back of my front teeth. I tied to look up to see the expressions on his face from being fellated, but could only see his chin, as his head was tilted back. He was in obvious ecstasy. Wordlessly, he continued to fuck my face.

After a few minutes, he withdrew from my mouth, pumped his cock with his hand a few times and covered my face with his juices. I closed my eyes in the nick of time as he deposited sufficient offerings on my face to cause it to run down in rivulets. He quickly dropped to his knees and licked what remained on my face, slurping greedily. His tongue washed over my eyelids, to glean off the remnants of his load from every crease. With his mouth full, he kissed me, and then he transferred the spent scum into my mouth, mixed with what I thought must be his saliva. What he transferred was that plentiful.

"I hope you like a blended cocktail. I sucked of another board member while we waited for our turns. He had to leave to catch a plane, so he left his load with me to give to you. I too, love to suck cock. I would have become a teacher myself, if I could have. I’m the gay minority representative on the board.

The man called out to someone in the other room. "Your turn, Mel, honey."

A fourth board member entered and stepped up to me. The third man opened his fly for him and extracted his cock for him gently, then fed it to me.

I took it in greedily as the fourth man spoke to the third man. "You really ought to go see Doctor Shields, Joe. You simply can’t get me excited you the way you still look. I prefer my ‘dates’ to look like Jamie here. Just looking at her immobile like this get me all cranked up. Get into the conversion program. Maybe more of the other board members would be willing to cast their votes of approval through you, in absentia, myself included.

Besides, there’s a lot of pressure from the main board for us to add a female to our board. With Shields’ help you could represent another important minority. Get a load of how Jamie gets my cock big in a hurry with her sexy lips around it. Don’t you wish you had big, firm tits and hefty thighs like hers?"

"No way! Not my thing, Mel. I’m not interested in being pretty. I’d have to lose a hundred pounds first. That means I’d lose all my muscle tone, and most of what little cock I still have. No thanks. There are enough guys around who like me the way I am. Stop badgering me."

"But you already act like a broad! With nice tits and a big soft ass, I could go for you in a big way.

Thanks to our backwoods jobs, living away from women for extended periods of time, most of us got used to the aid of a willing mouth to use instead of beating off, bit I prefer a pretty face behind the lips, like Jamie’s here.

Think of it Joe. Get that puny thing of yours cut off, and you could take care of three guys at a time. Think of all the fun you’d have fucking and sucking away. Jamie, tell this guy. You’re going to get yourself a pussy, aren’t you?"

I looked up at the man. I didn’t want to get into the middle of it. He backed his cock out of my mouth to hear my answer. "I,, I,, haven’t decided. I’m still so new to this lifestyle. I’m just a beginner." Apparently the program went beyond the training of teachers to provide sex to men still in school.

"Fuck that teaching job, girl! With a cunt, you could rake in at least a hundred grand a year in the right stable. With your looks and body, babe, you could retire with a small fortune before you hit thirty. Talk to any of the girls who ride the camp circuit. The loggers gladly pay as much as a hundred bucks per blowjob, too hundred or more for a fuck, from someone as pretty as you are. You could make a grand a night!"

"Ah-hem" The president looked up from his tit-sucking position. "I thought you left your damned figures and calculator back in your office, Mel; and leave Joe alone too! Fucking accountants! All you ever think about is money! We’re here for some relaxation; to approve of Jamie’s qualifications and welcome her to the firm, not to analyze cost-benefit ratios. Either stuff your cock back into her mouth, or go back to your office and play with that damned expensive computer on your desk.

You seem to get off more from wrapping your fingers around its keyboard than around a pair of tits, anyway."

"Didn’t Gladden explain all the money you’ll make yet, Jamie?"

"No sir. She didn’t. I wasn’t aware there’d be extra monetary benefits to the sex."

"That’s it, asshole!" Yelled the president. "You’ve ruined the fucking mood, Mel.

Fucking accountants, they’re all alike!" He yelled loud enough to be heard in the next room. "Miss Gladden… Louise? Could you please come in here?"

Louise Gladden burst into the room with a concerned look. "What’s wrong?"

"Old Mel here bought his fricking accounting pencil with him and erased the mood of intimacy you so carefully created. He’s got the tact of an elephant. He asked Jamie if she knew she’s in for making a ton of money in her new job. It seems you haven’t gotten around to advising Jamie of her good fortune, yet."

"Shit! Mel, you are a total jackass! The money wasn’t important to Jamie. She’s didn’t come here to get rich by selling her sexual favors.

She joined the program to complete her teaching internship, after being dropped by her last… oh, that isn’t important either. The money isn’t an important issue for Jamie. I was going to tell her all about it in due time, but I guess the cat’s out of the bag, so I’d better do it now."

Miss Gladden released Jamie’s bonds. He put on the diaphanous negligee and they all went into the sitting room to discuss finances over coffee and rolls, while Miss Gladden explained:

"Jamie, the program requires the men to compensate you for helping them with their studies, or you’d never get off your knees. We needed some means of keeping these horny men from constantly pursuing their teachers for sex, to the detriment of their job performance. For safety’s sake, Mel handles the money in accounting, deducted directly from their salaries due, as tutoring fees. He then deposits it into an investment account, so no employees out in the field would be tempted to rob our teachers.

Mel forwards the money to an outside brokerage firm, as your invested funds are derived your salary and the fees you get from tutoring students. The money then multiplies for you, in an account in your name. The mill doesn’t get involved in the accumulation of your investments directly. It merely provides convenient access for you to acquire the special skills to aid you in inspiring the student to study.

The mill had a problem in the past with ambitious politicians who used the mill’s free-expression policy as a political issue, saying the mill sought and brought in women to whet the sexual cravings of our work force. We eliminated the mill’s alleged abuse of the weaker sex by providing interesting surrogates: gay men who desired becoming attractive, consenting, adult alternatives. The concern over the abuse of women, and the cause for public clamor was dissipated.

The public wasn’t too concerned if a man wished to resolve his pent-up passion with the aid of another consenting male. The politicians were wise to avoid any connotation that they support the rights of the gay community. They decided to ignore creating controversy over the mill’s offer to provide gender reassignment surgery as a fringe benefit for the surrogates to become more appealing to the men. It was too dangerous for them to make a political issue of it.

I’m sorry I didn’t explain all this sooner, but your personal motives for being here didn’t seem to make knowing the entire background or compensation benefits very important, as of yet.

We’ll provide you with all living expenses, so that most of your income can be invested. In addition, a retirement plan, in which you’ll eventually participate, has been set up for all mill employees. A part of your wages, the maximum allowed, will be contributed to that separate trust, matched by the appropriate employer’s

Contributions. You’ll eventually retire quite wealthy.

Well! Did I leave anything out, Mel?"

The president responded for him. "Only that the president concurs with your opinion that the Treasurer is a complete ass, who’s putting in his two cents where it doesn’t belong, again. When are you going to learn, Mel? Leave staff training to

Miss Gladden. By the way, Mel, as long as you raised Joe’s representation of gay and women’s interests, I think it’s time I announce that I submitted Louise’s name to headquarters as an addition to the mill’s executive board, and that she was approved by the joint board of directors last month.

You’ll be getting a letter of official notification in a few days from the chairman, signed by every member of the board of directors. Congratulations!"

Miss Gladden jumped up from her seat and put her arms around the neck of the president, kissing him and hugging him in an outburst of sheer feminine emotion.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! I’m truly ecstatic! I don’t know what to say! This is really a great surprise! Is it really true?"

"It sure is! You earned it. Think of it, Louise. Now you’ll get to suck up to the president, figuratively, on a regular basis, like the rest of these ‘bozos’ that I have to put up with. You’re the first one who ever joined the executive committee that didn’t start out with an ax in his paws."

"But, I did start out with an ax. After a week, they took it away, so I wouldn’t hurt anybody, and swiftly shipped me off to college." Everyone laughed and Jamie was momentarily forgotten. The room buzzed with congratulatory comments and a round of hand shaking. After the polite social graces were over, Miss Gladden went to Jamie and apologized for the turn of events.

Jamie said he didn’t mind, but hoped he would get another chance to meet the executive board under more favorable circumstances, and complete his introduction to the mill’s teaching top management.

"Oh, my!" "What is it, Louise?" Asked the president.

"Jamie is still loaded up with the incentive I gave her earlier to help her to enjoy meeting all of you. I hope all you gentlemen don’t plan on leaving her stranded in frustration?"

"Certainly not!" "That would be rude!" "Wouldn’t think of it!" They all chimed.

Jamie was escorted back into the bedroom, relieved of his sexy negligee, and remounted on the wooden steed.

"Let me see. Where were we when our esteemed bean counter broke our stride?

Oh, yes, I was down here, wasn’t I?" The president resumed his place as the treasurer raised the chin support and put the leather neckband around Jamie’s
neck to prevent any head movement. Without noticeable concern over the presence of others in the room, Jamie’s mouth opened to accept the soft cock of the treasurer.

For the next few minutes, Jamie was learning why accountants are accused of lacking emotional involvement, as his soft dick showed no indication of response to Jamie’s avid determination to make it rise. Beads of sweat appeared on her brow. Was he not able to arouse the man? Would he fail to please him?

Joe noticed Mel’s lack of response, and came up beside him to put a hand on Mel’s naked butt. He whispered softly into the treasurer’s ear, loud enough for Jamie to hear. "I understand we’re going to have a banner month, Mel. If the weather holds and the market price for raw hardwood stays bullish, we could finish the season with record dividends."

 

With each whispered word, Mel’s breathing pace quickened, and his soft shaft engorged with life. Jamie acknowledged the effect money-talk had on the man, and thought what people say must be true. Some people can get off by thinking of money. Jamie never considered money an aphrodisiac. Seeing a stack of dollar bills may get him excited, but it never gave him a hard-on, like it obviously did for Mel. He was soon shooting his load into Jamie’s eager mouth.

"Don’t swallow, Jamie. Share it with Joe! He loves to taste my cum." Mel quickly withdrew from Jamie’s mouth and Joe’s lips replaced Mel’s cock. "Pass it to him. He loves to suck cum from the thick, juicy lips of a transsexual whore." Cringing at the last description, Jamie let his tongue get sucked on by Joe.

"Get all you can, Joe. If you ever let Doctor Shields work her magic on you, I’ll let you get it straight from the source. You want my cock; I know you do. Get the operations, so we can play house together. That’s all you have to do. Do as I ask, and I’ll fill you’re your face with my juices on a daily basis. Taste my cum. Is it good enough for you?

"Think about it, Joe. I can’t stand hairy bodies, like yours. You know that. Start getting electrolysis, and maybe I’ll let you kiss me once in a while. As he spoke, he ejaculated again, holding Joe’s head back to prevent Joe from touching his cock. Jamie could see Joe’s tongue extended to capture as much seminal fluid emitting from Mel’s cock as he could reach. "Once you start, you won’t mind being a girl, one bit. Don’t be so afraid, Joe. We’ll have a lot of fun together. You won’t regret it. I promise."

This is the first time you made any concessions to me, Mel. Do you really want me to join the fairer sex? You’re not just teasing me. Are you?"

"You’re the only one who knows precisely the right words to get me all hot and bothered, you little fairy. What choice do I have? I could never accept having a man for a spouse. Hair covered bodies turn me off, completely; almost as much as bitchy, whiny broads. So, I’m weird, not unlike you. Get it done, already, and I’ll treat you like a wife, you little faggot. Okay? I’m finally asking you to become my ‘significant other’ or whatever, if you do."

"Did you hear that, boss? Mel finally popped the question! I knew he would if I hung in there long enough. You’re my witnesses, all of you. Mel wants me to be his womanly bit of fluff to have and to hold! I knew this was going to be a great day. Say it again, Mel. Finally after five years! You acted so mean, all the time. Why the sudden change of heart, you big lug? You’ve known for years how much I wanted to hear you to propose."

This is too weird, thought Jamie. It must have something to do with staying out in the woods too long. One guy was on his back, playing with my tits, while these two other guys admit their undeniable love for one another while a tied-down transsexual has her mouth open, eager to suck off either one of their cocks until their balls turn blue. He needed some more meat in his face. Where was Miss Gladden?

As if on cue, she appeared before Jamie, congratulating the two jocks on coming to an understanding. She ushered them aside to grant access to Jamie’s mouth by the sole remaining board member. He was sporting a huge erection. He came up and plunged the monstrous thing into Jamie’s gaping jaw. He looked down at Jamie somberly and actually apologized for being so large. Was there a shy man in this group? His massive body towered over Jamie.

"Tim’s afraid he’ll hurt you, Jamie." Miss Gladden stooped down on her haunches to enter Jamie’s line of vision. "He is big, isn’t he? Most teachers won’t give him a chance to ruin their careers. So far, I’ve taken care of all of Tim’s needs myself, but I’m confident that you’ll do equally well. Just make sure he doesn’t overpower you, and you remember what to do if he loses self-control."

Too many things were happening at the same time. Jamie was very interested in what Joe and Mel were discussing, and the rough scraping of his nipples were giving him fabulous waves of internal stimulation. Yet, Jamie was also aware of how wide his lips were opened by Tim’s insistent prodding. He couldn’t see Joe or Mel, so he tried concentrating on Tim’s huge cock.

His mouth felt so full, with less than half of Tim’s mauler inside. Suddenly Tim sent a gusher of sperm into Jamie’s mouth. Again, Tim began to apologize for his massive release. His climax subsided, but he did not pull back. As the long cock shrunk, he advanced, and it slipped deep into Jamie’s gullet.

Jamie felt his gag reflex engage, causing him to try to expel the monster, but it remained firmly implanted in the deep recesses of Jamie’s throat. Jamie felt the head reach his vocal chords and stop, and deposit a second load directly into Jamie’s throat.

Gratefully, Tim ceased his insistent invasion, and retracted it sufficiently for Jamie to ingest some badly needed air. As soon as Jamie recovered, Tim sent his long cock back in.

Jamie could see Miss Gladden out of the corner of his eye. She was carefully observing Tim’s deep penetration to interrupt him if he got carried away. She watched carefully to prevent any permanent damage from the onslaught. Jamie could feel the cock growing and stretching every sinew of flesh in his overloaded

Opening, as Tim gently rocked to and fro, retracting slowly on Miss Gladden’s cue, to allow Jamie occasional gasps of oxygen. Finally, after what seemed like forever to Jamie, Tim came for a third time, rewarding Jamie by becoming totally flaccid. Jamie could feel the pulses of Tim’s cock along every millimeter of its massive length, but he could not taste the final load, as it discharged into Jamie’s rapidly gulping esophagus. Another second and Jamie may have been choked to death by Tim’s persistence. Thankfully, Miss Gladden was there to avoid the catastrophe. There was no way Jamie could release himself to escape from Tim in time.

She was also there to clean off Tim’s long cock, after he withdrew from Jamie’s facial love canal. She slurped on what appeared to be more than a foot of flaccid endowment, which Jamie could swear, was over two inches in diameter, soft!

After cleaning Tim off, she smiled at Jamie and explained how it didn’t get bigger when Tim was excited, only firmer. She also explained that poor Tim had to sit down to rest afterwards, as his cock required so much blood to fill it, he would get severe headaches from lack of blood supply to the rest of his system.

Jamie didn’t doubt her. Tim’s cock has huge. Amid his drug induce stupor; Jamie wondered why he wasn’t released from the wooden horse after this bout with "Big Tim" He sucked off all the men, and they were sitting around, recuperating from the unusual way they welcomed Jamie to the work force. Certainly, It would be some time before any of them was able to put his worn out mouth to work again. Jamie got his answer when the president, who Jamie lost track of for some time. Spoke to his fellow officers somewhere behind Jamie.

"If everyone is rested, let us resume." Miss Gladden slid under Jamie onto the lower padded bench, and he could feel her lips surround his flaccid cock. After a long session of face fucking, it quickly responded to her delicate suction. Mel and Joe each took one of Jamie’s tits and pulled them into their mouths. Tim sat down before Jamie and kissed him tenderly, using his tongue to assuage what damage was done by his massive cock to Jamie’s sore lips.

Jamie sucked in a deep breath as he felt the undeniable presidential presence at his posterior. The almost forgotten sensations from having a bulbous cock head inserted into the crease of his nether cheeks made every nerve in his body come alive. Slowly, the president entered Jamie. The gradual entry was accentuated by the attentions of the four other participants in the ritual. In short order, their efforts fell into cadence with the thrusts imposed by their leader.

I thought I was ready for sex with multiple partners. Was I wrong! I felt as if I was being fucked and sucked in every conceivable erogenous zone of my body. As I clenched my eyes shut in rapture from the multitude of emotional stimuli, a fire deep within my groin began to kindle, uncontrollably. Then, suddenly, I felt as if my body opened as a flower’s bloom opens to greet the morning sun. Yet, the powerful new sensation emanating from deep within me began to spread. My arms, legs, toes and fingers, indeed my back and flanks were alive with petal soft, feather light touches and caresses. Every inch of my existence was being attended. The deep thrusts increased in intensity, accompanied by the stronger matched titillations to every square inch of my sensitive flesh. It was as if each square inch was massaged by a myriad of cocks and lips and fingers, all intent on making my emotions soar.

Tim’s lips withdrew from mine, replaced by a new hard cock. It surged into my mouth in cadence with the prime source of my enrapturement. As I convulsed from the marvelous internal surges brought on by my sexual defilement, I was barely able to suck the cock within my throat. It immediately pulsed and I was rewarded with simultaneous pulsing ejaculations into the two cock filled orifices. I was enveloped in warmth from the flow of the ejaculate into me.

Then bodies shifted and I was again taken at both ends by two new cocks, which soon left to be replaced by another pair of cocks, and another pair, each leaving a hot deposit in me. I let the heat spread as I sunk into a black oblivion of utter contentment, feeling a steady shower of hot slave pouring over my body from several different angles. I sensed the feel of the thick salve as it created a heady odor of spent cum enter my nostrils, growing in intensity.

A strange odor brought me back to my senses. I slowly regain a conscious state. It was amyl nitrate. Once before, I had smelled the same noxious odor, and as then, I responded in the same way. My eyes opened wide and I saw a group of at least a dozen, mostly men and fellow teachers. My tethers were loosed, the neck harness removed, and my head was able to move again. Employees from the clinic and main office, who I met ever since my first day at the mill, surrounded me. Many hands assisted me to my feet. I looked down. My body, face and hair were drenched in sperm. I was undressed naked, gently washed with warm, moist towels and each person came up to me and kissed me, thanking me for my ardor in allowing them to partake in my introductory ordeal.

Miss Gladden explained that very few people ever get to enjoy what I had just experienced, as most are too inhibited by social conventions to participate and an opportunity for exposure to this type of forum was rare. Why they thanked me was beyond me, as I was unable to prevent them from ravaging me. I supposed I was now properly introduced to my new life of sexual promiscuity with them.

Miss Gladden went on to tell me that a mass orgy with a central recipient, like this one was a rare, but special treat, appropriate in the circumstances, reserved only for those who have learned how to relinquish control and offer themselves to the mass sexual attention of others. In due course, I’d be invited to attend other group functions of multiple carnal pleasures, perhaps including the introduction of new members to out elite circle of friends. I imagined what it would be like to be a contributor rather then the inductee.

She explained that I was indulgent to my mass manipulation due to the little white pill she provided earlier. It was a very specific sensory inhibitor that enabled me to enjoy sharing my body with many others without revulsion. Now that I learned how it felt being seduced simultaneously by multiple sex partners, I could provide individual, uninhibited service to others, in stride. Requests for unusual sexual preferences would seem tame to me, now.

After my return from a quick shower, dressed in a floral sundress, the following party turned into a gabfest between the female (looking) participants. They stood in small groups talking about their experiences in sexual liaisons with the loggers. Several attendees approached me throughout the late morning, offering hints on how to maximize my earnings and benefits.

I was told the executive committee departed right after they completed the initial round, and the next echelon of male employees took their places. Before long, the word would get out about the hot new teacher and her talents. I would soon be in high demand. They assured me I made a good impression at my debut.

I spotted Dr. Shields and pulled her off to one side. I asked her how these ‘girls’ all seemed perfectly nonchalant, discussing the most personal of all issues in life: sex; deviant sex. They seemed totally amoral.

She smiled and assured me that I too would become accustomed to talking about sex freely, whenever a contingent of this "sisterhood" convened. Any false modesty would hardly be considered a virtue; with everyone knowing this floor of the hotel was reserved for sexual encounters or private meetings of those who were involved in fulfilling sexual cravings of the mill’s work force. Outside of these confines, the "girls" were expected to maintain the highest decorum of modesty. My next phase of training would cover how I was expected to behave publicly and professionally, whenever or wherever I would encounter other employees of the mill.

She further explained that the group needed to have sporadic gatherings like this one to let their hair down, compare interesting tidbits and share ideas uncommon to both sexes, but mutual to the cross-gendered. She encouraged me to seek their support and elicit their advice as much as possible. I’d need all the help I could get from them to properly handle my assignments.

"Miss Gladding said my sexual activities would be voluntary, not required. What exactly do you mean by ‘assignments’? I was assured I’d never be forced to engage in sexual activities. Then she set me up for this morning’s ‘installation’, strapped onto that wooden horse. I enjoyed it, don’t get me wrong, bit I hardly would call what happened ‘voluntary’! Now you tell me that I will receive some ‘assignments’ to handle."

Dr. Shields led Jamie to the bedroom and closed the door to afford privacy. "I was referring to classroom and curriculum ‘assignments’. Of course, while you are teaching, some students will approach you for sexual favors, but how you respond to them is up to you. The mill will never assign you to engage in sexual exploits, Jamie. However, the mill will encourage you to accept the requests the men make. You’ll provide an important outlet for their sexual urges, to keep them out of trouble.

I’ll give you an example. On your first day, after you had your physical, I gave you a tetanus shot. That’s all it was; but Miss Gladden ‘suggested’ it contained a sedative as well. Your reaction was to assume you received a drug to calm you. In reality, the sedative she referred to was her suggestion, as the shot was only a tetanus shot. From that point on, you were carefully observed to determine the effect of the suggestion to see how willing you might be to accepting the initiation by Miss Gladden’s four assistants.

You are submissive, Jamie. You freely accepted a suggestion that your will was impaired by a mild sedative. You were coerced into women’s clothes, because you feared losing the opportunity to complete your internship. You truly weren’t opposed to being gently nudged into wearing dresses. The suggestion gave you a means to not feel guilt over it. You conveniently convinced yourself that you were drugged and not in control of your will to resist.

Normally your male ego would not have allowed you to accept your planned fate so willingly. That would be difficult for your ego to accept. We merely provided a convenient way for your male ego not to interfere, by suggesting you were docile and would do as you were told.

Afterwards, we reinforced your acceptance of becoming feminine to fulfill your duties with several other suggestions. You may recall, that I asked you if you wished to receive a daily shot to calm your nerves, requiring you to give us a written authorization. All you got was a vitamin shot. The only sedative you received was when you encountered Geri, after you signed the authorization.

I was reluctant then, but you showed signs of stress that could trigger Geri’s relapse. Otherwise, the suggestions alone were adequate. Unfortunately, we were not fully aware of your past relationship with Geri in your youth. Her joining us was contingent on your accepting your internship. That we knew. You two are not the first to rekindle a friendship in our program. Teaming two ‘girls’ up often helps both with the transition. Some girls refer their friends to join up. Yours was not entirely a surprise encounter, but we wished we knew more circumstances. We would have prepared the both of you better. However, everything turned out for the best for all concerned. Don’t you agree?"

"Are you trying to tell me that I wanted to become a woman all along? That’s ridiculous! You must have used drugs. The thought never entered my mind before I came here!"

"Oh, no? What do you call the relationship you had with your roommate? Weren’t you the submissive, accommodating partner? Did you not provide him with the frequent, passive, anal sex, as a woman provides sex for a man, except for your lack of a vagina? Did you not prefer being made love to rather than taking a more aggressive, male role in the relationship?"

"Yes, but I was forced! I didn’t do it voluntarily!"

"Contradiction! You submitted willingly when threatened with public exposure for your antics at a party. You were keenly aware of your feminine attributes, your eyes, for an example. If not your roommate, you would have encountered some other man to submit to. Admit it, Jamie. Be honest with your emotions. You enjoy being a pretty woman. If you hadn’t come here and found an opportunity here to express it, you would have found it elsewhere. Even if you continued suppressing it for the rest of your life, you’d eventually become neurotic, never well suited to express manhood with vigorous confidence. Those nagging inferences made by your mother, brothers, classmates and friends would eventually wear you down.

It is far better for you to embrace womanhood, here, where you can express your desires openly. We will encourage you to find the happiness women achieve by sharing their beds with virile men, and be anxious to please them. Thereby, you will satisfy your male lust, too. A major factor in utilizing submissive men, like us, is that, unlike natural women, we are not inhibited by monogamist tendencies. We retain our male preference for promiscuity and diversity."

"Do you mean men are expected to sleep around?"

"That’s a powerful way of putting it, but yes, precisely."

"In other words, transsexuals are all sluts, and since I like to wear women’s clothes, so am I. Is that what you think?"

"Don’t get touchy with me, Jamie! You needn’t make it sound so vulgar. I have the letters behind my name that prove what I say is true, but neither of us is in a position to point fingers, and make rude remarks about gay proclivity. We didn’t ask to be born ‘fems’. We are what we are, and must take life as it comes. At least we’re not like rapists, forcing victims to have sex with us. We acknowledge our willingness to please other men, and use that knowledge to help us accept who we are.

I treat my own sexual attitudes as a gift, like the ability to play the violin or piano, or the ability to solve complex math problems. It is something unusual, but is something to appreciate, not scorn, to admire, not ridicule. You should treat your feminine grace the same. Don’t deny it. We screen our candidates carefully.

You would not have been accepted, if you were not similarly inclined. Jamie. When I reviewed your profile before you were advised to submit your application. Your college advisor would not have approached you, if we were not confident life as a girl would be fitting and proper for you. We authorized him to refer you after we decided to consider you as an applicant.

We expend considerable effort to assure our potential candidates will fit in with our extraordinary program, comfortably. Yes, some would say it is bizarre, but a proper resolution for our unique situation. Loggers are a rough lot. Some wouldn’t hesitate to drag some innocent young woman off into the woods to be brutally raped, perhaps hurt seriously. We prevent that, Jamie.

It is all still very new to you: your desire to have sex with men. You can suppress the urges, or try, and end up a neurotic, or worse. On the other hand, you can embrace it, here in a controlled environment, allowing yourself to express your desires for submissive behavior and deter some frustrated bull of a man from forcing his attentions on an unwilling woman who may spend the rest of her life reliving the horror of her rape.

If that isn’t enough incentive, think of Geri. She loves you with all of her heart. How lucky can you get? Submit to her intense love for you. She once submitted to a gang rape to save you from it. Now, if that isn’t true love, what is? Consider that Jerry wasn’t a submissive, like you are. He was a dominant. He understood your frail, submissive nature when you were kids, and what an easy target you would make for those rapists. He still has his dominant personality. As ‘Geri’ with a ‘G’ she will be an ideal wife for you. You need her more than you realize."

"Do I Dr. Shields? I’m afraid of how she will react to my being sexually active with men. What if she spurns me for being loose with sexual favors?"

"Your fear is unfounded. Just what do you think she will be doing, while you are entertaining loggers?"

"Yes, I know, you’re right. She will be with the loggers as well, but will she enjoy submitting to them if she has a dominant nature. Will she resent it? Won’t she be submitting, too?"

"Not to her men. She’ll be driving a shuttle bus, not teaching evening classes. If our analyses are valid, she’ll be the one initiating contacts with the guys that like women who are aggressive and eager for a good time. Her needs differ, but keep in mind that she’ll satisfy men as naturally born women do. Yet, she will not feel guilty for wanting casual sex, as her dominant, male personality with its urges for sexual diversity will remain intact. She’ll be able to romance men, unhampered by their potential reluctance to engage in having sex with another man, due to her complete sex change, unlike you.

You, on the other hand, must remain submissive, and not seek out men, or you will face rejection or some potential injury due to your lack of female plumbing. Those who aren’t averse to enjoying some homosexual sex will seek you out. You will not be able to be aggressive. Your submissiveness will make you attractive to inquisitive men who will discover your status and choose if they wish to pursue your favors. Other will not see you as desirable, unless you correct your anomaly, if you choose to correct it, someday.

Relax. I can see the fear in your eyes. We won’t encourage you to have surgery. I don’t think Geri would appreciate it, either. Leastwise, she won’t for some time. One interesting thing we’ve observed: many girls who provide sex professionally to men, become lesbians. Studies indicate lesbian tendencies enable women to turn professional without remorse over infidelity. Normally, women adhere to monogamist morays. A few find sex with men to be impersonal, due to a strong preference for women, a male sexual attitude. With a woman, they are fiercely monogamous, and dominate. With men, they are competitive. I’m sure I must be confusing you with all of this.

Ask Geri to help you decide, if, how, and when you should become available to the men, Jamie. She can be your guide, since your submissive nature inhibits you from being assertive; afraid to make decisions on your own. Doing as she suggests will make both of you happy."

Jamie wondered how quickly Geri would recover from her final round of surgery.

"How soon can I arrange for an apartment of our own? I’d like it to be ready for Geri when she gets back."

"An apartment? You won’t need one. You’ll be assigned to a field unit in about two weeks. You’ll get a trailer for the two of you. Mobile home is more accurate, with electric, propane gas, and a septic system. Setting it up to your liking will keep you busy until Geri returns.

"A trailer camp?"

"Don’t let what you envision living in a trailer is like mislead you. Our facilities are not primitive camping trailers. The central camps are like miniature towns with many modern conveniences. Miss Gladden has a field trip planned for tomorrow. I do wish I could tag along, too; but my schedule won’t permit it. I don’t get much of a chance to visit the field, except for medical emergencies. I wish I could get out to enjoy the great outdoors more.

"Have a great trip, tomorrow. Keep an open mind. Then, you can tell me all about it when you come into town to visit Geri. You might tell her how you find living in the woods, as well. She could use a bit of distraction from her lying about in a hospital bed with nothing but itching stitches to occupy her day. Tell her how you plan to set things up, once you find out what the accommodations are like."

Dr. Shields rose to indicate the little talk was over. When they walked out into the sitting room, they found it empty. The other girls left while Dr. Shields and Jamie discussed Jamie’s fear and anxiety.

"Look at the time! I have to leave, Jamie. I certainly enjoyed having our little talk. I hope I alleviated some of your concerns. You’ll make a wonderful teacher, I’m sure."

"Thank you, Doctor. You have. I wish I had have thanked everyone for the effort that was extended without my being aware while they were here. The degree of depth you all took to assure my well being is reassuring, to say the least. I had no idea your investigation into my background was so thorough. I can appreciate my nature and my skills better now. Like you said, it’s a gift, like being able to play the piano or do complex math."

"Stop by to see Geri this afternoon. I know you had a busy morning, and have a lot to think over, but she needs you."

 

(continued in Part Four)

 

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