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