Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Two – sorry posted out of order!!! x

Part two (honest – forgot to post part two, Deborah Ford)

 

Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Two

 

Miss Steel and Miss Hall walk Riley to her car.

Riley is overcome by a tremendous sense of relief. She did it! She actually did it! And in a few hours she’ll be getting off a plane in the Madives and shortly thereafter getting her brains fucked out. Life is good. So very very good!

And when she comes back and collects her Maid? Life will be even better!

Miss Steel and Miss Hall watch Riley drive off.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking Abigail, but I sure would like to get our hands on that one.”

“There’s definitely some potential there, Susan.”

“You know, I just might have met that Corbin. I think I’ve seen him at the Club a time or two. But not with her in collar. I’ll make a couple calls.”

******

Austin finds himself being led down a very clean white-tiled hallway.

“Sir, I do believe there has been some kind of misunderstanding. I should be able to sort this out with Riley, with my wife. I really don’t need to be tended while she’s away. If I could only call her …”

The valet cuts him off, sharply—

“Sissy, I assure you that there has not been a misunderstanding. The Manor never makes a mistake. Your wife, your Mistress, applied for you to be accepted , attended a thorough and extensive interview, has told us exactly what she wants done and is paying a considerable sum for this. Matters couldn’t be clearer.”

“Did you say ‘The Manor?’ “

“Yes. The Manor. That’s where you are and where you will be for the next four weeks.”

Austin turns ashen. He remembers The Manor web site and the services the site claimed they provided. But he had been certain that the whole site wasn’t real, that it was pretend, and just put up for wank bait. He breaks out in a cold sweat. Sir would have known—he must have put Riley up to this!

“By the way, sissy, I like your frock!”

Austin shudders, and pretends not to have heard the man. They keep walking.

“Now sissy, in a minute I am going to be leaving you with a nice lady who is going to clean you up and get you ready for the rest of your day. She will be taking off your handcuffs. Don’t get any ideas though. That collar of yours is staying on and will keep you obedient, and upon her command it will deliver quite a nasty electrical pulse—strong enough to drop you to your knees, maybe even cause you to loose consciousness. My advice is to be good, cooperative and compliant. All this is going to happen whether you fight it or not.”

Austin swallows hard.

The valet leads Austin to a door marked “Reception.” They are greeted by a very pretty blonde woman in a white nursing uniform. A very sexualized nursing uniform—starched white accentuating large full breasts, perfectly nipped at the waist and a very short hemline. Opaque white stockings or tights covering impossibly long legs. Perfect makeup. If not for the real rubber-soled Pimsoll nursing shoes she was wearing Austin would have been certain that she was of some other profession.

The nurse is wearing a collar identical to Austin’s, only her screen shows her name—“Debi,” with some smaller print below.

The handcuffs are released and the valet leaves.

Debi is all business.

“Please remove your clothes.”

Austin hesitates, almost frozen.

“I said remove your clothes—strip!”

He immediately complies.

“Bra and panties too, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When he takes down his panties to reveal his chastity, the nurse smiles at how small it is. Austin flushes red.

“That’s, uh, impressive!” (giggling.) She unlocks his chastity.

Austin had read enough sissy fiction to know that this was when his body hair would be removed. He had precious little to begin with, and even less because of Sir.

“Now we are going to permanently remove all of your body hair below the neck—except for a small patch or landing strip down below. This lotion, coupled with a few minutes under this special laser, will take care of that.”

Austin winced. He hadn’t expected to hear the word “permanent,” but then again hadn’t believed that this place existed.

After the treatment, he was showered and dried, and dressed in what appeared to be a hospital gown. He thought this odd. He also thought it was odd that she hadn’t replaced his chastity. In case the nurse hadn’t noticed, his dick certainly had, and it angrily made a tent, albeit a very small tent, in the front of his gown.

He wanted so badly to grab it, rub it and make it cum, but dared not.

The nurse attaches a leash to his collar—

“Come!”

Back through the white-tiled hallway she leads him until they come to a door marked “AI Lab.” They enter.

In the lab there is a hard-backed wooden armchair and table with some electronic components. A large video screen is mounted on the wall.

“Please sit, and place your arms on the arms of the chair. We are going to need you to be still, so I am going to bind your arms and legs to the chair.”

She brings up straps from under the arms of the chair, and buckles them, holding Austin’s wrists to the chair. She repeats this with his ankles, fastening them tight. From a box on the table she retrieves a bundle of wires, each with a contact pad at the end, and what looks like a head cap—also with wires extending out. One by one, she applies gel to each pad and tapes the pads in various places around Austin’s body, finishing with several contacts attached to his cock. She fits the cap on his head, and plugs the leads into a small console.

“Are you giving me a medical test’?”, he asks.

She smiles. “This isn’t medical. It’s how The Manor measures your physiological responses to various stimuli. The responses will be analyzed using artificial intelligence, and the analysis will be used by the program to predict, monitor and manipulate your future responses to stimuli.”

Austin doesn’t quite understand what she says, and shivers fearfully.

The nurse notices his anxiety and concern and gently pats his shoulder.

Don’t worry Babes, you’re going to be okay.

She leaves, turning the lights off as she does. At that, the screen comes to life.

A slide show starts. The time between slides averages about five seconds. Some of the slides are accompanied by audio, some are not. The slides take Austin through a wide range of feelings and emotions, fear, anger, arousal, aggression, submissiveness and others. One series of slides tests how he would react to the possibility of escape, another series tests how he would react to having to do things he would rather not do.

The slide show finally ends, and he is relieved when the lights come on and the nurse returns.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now I’m afraid that we’re going to have to give you a little shot.” She fills a hypodermic from a vial. “It will, well, let you rest.” As she is about to administer the shot another nurse enters the room pushing what looks like a hospital gurney.

“All set Debi?”

“Just giving him the shot, so almost.”

Austin feels the needle slide into his arm, and things get foggier and foggier, until he sleeps.

“All set.”

Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Four

Austin’s dreams are far more vivid, and far more erotic. Oddly erotic. He dreams of being dressed as a maid, feminine item by feminine item, and becoming more aroused with each addition. He sees himself as a maid, and feels deep humiliation. The humiliation arouses him more. 
 
He dreams that he is being taught to curtsy— he clearly hears  instructions from a female voice—
 
“A maid must always practice her curtsies. The curtsy is the ultimate gesture of supplication. When you curtsy to a superior, it means many things.  First, it clearly communicates that you are a maid and that by that gesture you submit to your superior, and it overtly demonstrates your submission. It also thanks  your superior  for allowing you to serve, and it invites the  superior  to use you sexually or to debase and abuse you if he or she pleases.  In essence, by curtsying, you offer yourself to the superior.”
 
“A maid quickly  finds that when she curtsies wearing her service  uniform,  makeup  and perfume the effect of the curtsy on her weak and obedient sissy mind is heightened and amplified, overwhelming her mind with submissiveness. Don’t be surprised as  this happens to you, sissy. And you will be curtsying frequently. Very frequently, sissy.”
 
“In maid  service, you are always to speak, only when spoken  to, in a lisping, girly voice, and your sentences should always be punctuated by “Master”, “Mistress”, “ ma’am” or “sir”. You must always curtsy when entering or leaving a room and after addressing a superior. You are not to look a superior in the eyes,  but instead your eyes should be downcast—preferably focused on your superior’s genital area, if your superior is male, or feet, if your superior is female … .”
 
Austin decides in his dream  that he would rather not have to  curtsy. He certainly won’t do that. 
 
The dreaming continues, though, the words  coming into and going out of focus, again and again.  
 
He dreams of being the subject of a living makeup tutorial–with each  product being applied, concealer, foundation, blush, bronzer, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipliner, lipstick, lip gloss, progressively arousing him. He dreams that he sees himself fully made up, and again feels deep humiliation and even more intense arousal. 
 
He then dreams that he is being sexually stimulated. Is it Riley? Is it someone else? He awakens, finding himself on the verge of orgasm. He looks down, his eyes now open, only to see a nurses’s  cap and the top of Debi’s head bobbing up and down between his legs. 
 
“Nurse Debi, what are you doing?”
 
She immediately pauses. 
 
“Oh, sorry! I was cleaning you up and couldn’t help myself. I didn’t think you’d mind, and you don’t usually wake from that. I’ll stop.”
 
“No no, I definitely don’t mind, and didn’t mean for you to stop. You just surprised me. By all means, please  … .”
 
This makes Debi happy. She smiles, flashing  a mouth full of perfect white  teeth.
 
“The pleasure is mine!”
 
Another mind blowing orgasm follows. 
 
Afterwards, Debi straightens herself up, smooths her dress and checks herself in a small mirror. She is a vision of loveliness. Today’s nursing pinafore is pastel green with white trim. She examines herself in the mirror. 
 
Speaking out loud, but distractedly, to the mirror—
 
“I think I messed up my makeup that time. I’ll have to fix it when I am done  here.”
 
She realizes that she has forgotten her ‘patient’.
 
“Oh, sorry, I forgot myself. Good morning!”
 
“Um, good morning to you too!”
 
“So, are you going to let me out of these restraints today?”
 
“I wish I could, Babes, but I can’t. ‘Doctor’s orders.’
Well, not really, but I like saying that. The truth is that you have to stay like this until your chastity is installed and your collar and chastity are engaged and calibrated. But there is good news, I will be checking the bandages on your chest and we’ll get to see what that looks like.”
 
“Can you at least tell me what they did there,?”
 
“I can do even better, I can show you!  And I’ll give you a little bath at well.”
 
Debi tugs at the top of his chest covering. The zipper releases and Austin feels the constriction ease. She fusses with the covering a little and eases it off. She gasps audibly. 
 
“Oh my, they’re magnificent! You are going to be so thrilled!”
 
“What are magnificent?”
 
“Your breasts, of course! I couldn’t tell with that compression bra you were wearing, but I had my suspicions. They’re huge, and absolutely perfect! They even did your nipples, plump and fat,  and areole, and your nipples are  starting to get hard! They’ll look so delicious pierced!”
 
Austin is gobsmacked. Breasts? Pierced? He strains to see—“I cannot really see them that well.”
 
“Hold on—I’ll get the mirror.”
 
Nurse Debi holds up the mirror so Austin can see.
 
“Those are, … those are mine?”
 
“Yes they are.  They’re absolutely gorgeous!”
 
Without asking, Debi bends over and takes one of his nipples into her mouth.  “Umm.  This is nice!”
 
Austin feels an almost electric jolt of arousal in his loins, forcing him to squirm aagainst the restraints. His deflated  cock stirs. Debi smiles as she sees this. 
 
“It looks like someone else likes your boobs!” 
 
She looks at her watch as if debating something—“Yes, I think there’s time.”
 
Debi rolls Austin’s other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Looking down at his hardening cock, obviously  pleased with herself and grinning— 
 
“Yup. It works every time!”
 
Austin is soon cumming again. He is finding this all to be too odd for words, but, restrained as he is, he has no choice other than to accept it. He supposes that things could be worse. 
 
After she finishes, Nurse Debi removes Austin’s waist support, sponges him clean, dries him, and fits him with a new compression bra,  support and dry hospital underwear. 
 
“Now you are going to need to wear a bra like this for a while to protect your ‘girls’ until they are fully healed. The few stitches there and down below will fully absorb in time.”
 
“Nurse Debi? You said something yesterday that I’ve been wondering about. Something about not being able to resist. I don’t understand. How is that?”
 
“Well, your ‘therapy’ will be different than mine, so I can’t say with certainty what it will be like for you. But that test you took established a baseline for the AI Program. Your collar has, and your chastity will have,  sensors that provide information to the Program so that it can ‘learn’ you—how you think, how you react—that kind of thing. It will also see, real time,  what you are experiencing. The Program  has been learning  from your collar the whole time you have been here—through all those dreams and your reactions to my, well, you know, playing with your cute little penis. And the learning is progressive. Basically, over time, the Program comes to know your thoughts. Cutting edge stuff.”
 
“Once the chastity is engaged and calibrated with your collar the Program will take more and more control over you. Kind of like a full time dominant. Unfeeling, inflexible and unrelenting—only subject to the control of your Superior.  My programming rewards me with sexual stimulation for compliance and obedience, and punishes me with sexual pain for disobedience, even for as small  a thing as merely thinking about resisting or not obeying. That, coupled with the other conditionings, allows the Program to control your will. You learn pretty quickly.  I didn’t even know what was happening. And those other conditionings? They’re more like brainwashing—among other things eroticizing everything The Manor wants you to be helplessly aroused by. And the Program uses that helplessness against you. Wicked stuff.”
 
Austin’s blood runs cold. 
 
Things just got a whole lot worse!
 
“Nurse Debi, you have to help me get out of here! (Austin struggles against his bonds.) Now! Please? I beg you!”
 
“Sorry, Babes, I wish I could, but there is no way I can. It would be disobedience, and I would be severely punished.”
 
“Now you need to get some rest. (Again filling a hypodermic from a vial.) Tomorrow is going to be a big day!”
 
“Nurse Debi, please don’t!”
 
“Sorry Babes.”
 
She injects the contents of the hypodermic into the port in his arm. 
 
“Sweet dreams!”

Austin and Riley continuation by Chloe Part Three

Austin dreams. He dreams strange strange dreams. And the dreams have almost a hallucinatory quality–as would accompany a  fevered sleep. In his dreams he hears voices. Feminine voices talking about feminine things. Odd feminine things. And the dreams repeat—over and over and over. 
 
After a time, he feels himself starting to regain consciousness. As he fights to awaken, he finds that he cannot move. His arms, legs, won’t respond—almost like they are being held. He struggles, with no success. Eventually he accepts the futility of his efforts, and relaxes. 
 
He notices that there is something covering part of his face. He also becomes aware of a tightness from his chest down to his thighs—squeezing or constricting the areas. And he aches between the legs. He also notices a clear bag half full of  liquid being held on a stalk above him—the tube running down from the bag no doubt administering some kind of  intravenous  substance. 
 
“Good morning sleepyhead!” 
 
He is startled by a smiling nurse Debi. She is wearing her white uniform, form fitting and cut short, and white nylons. Her uniform is accentuated by a pink-striped nurse’s pinafore and white cap, impeccable hair and perfect makeup. Delicately perfumed. A walking dream. 
 
“Where am I?”
 
As he speaks, he realizes the his voice isn’t a resonant as it usually is. 
 
“And what’s wrong with my voice? I sound like a girl!”
 
“You are recuperating from some minor surgeries. Nothing to be concerned about—everything is fine and you are healing quite nicely. One of the surgeries affected your voice, that’s all. Again, nothing you should worry about. And you are at The Manor.”
 
Austin remembers the events  leading up to going through some kind of test—but everything after that is blank. Except for those unsettling dreams. 
 
“But why, and why can’t I move?”
 
“The easy answer first. The medical restraints are to keep you from moving—from popping a stitch from the surgeries, or trying to get away. There’s no use in struggling against them or trying  to escape. The Segufix  are quite secure.”
 
“As for the why, that’s more complicated. First, you are here because someone wants you here, and that someone must have a reason.  And why here? Because The Manor has ways of changing people in lots of different ways, both physically and psychologically. I was sent here to be changed, as have you.”
 
“Changed? Into what?”
 
“That depends on the client’s preference. And you are not the client. The client is the one who pays the bills. I was sent here by my husband, well, ex-husband, to be made more sexually ‘compliant’—basically to be turned into a slut. And so that’s what am. Anything  sexual is irresistible to me.”
 
“But you’re a nurse?”
 
“Yes, I am a nurse. And a very good nurse. When my Superiors are away, I am sent here and work as a nurse. And they have been away quite a lot. But I am still a nurse. Nurses can be sluts too, you know. Trust me! See—look at my collar.”
 
Austin looks at her collar—below “Debi” the smaller print reads “Candy Striiper Slut.”
 
“Okay.”
 
“But what have I been sent here for?”
 
“Let me look.” (Picking up and looking at his chart—her brow furrows with concern.) She continues, almost sympathetically   “Quite a lot, in fact. I’m not permitted to share, but I can tell you that the application states that you are a maid and your Mistress wants you to become more feminine and more obedient, and a far better maid. Apparently the voice is part of it.”
 
“Is my voice going to be like this forever?”
 
“Afraid so. But it is quite a pleasant girl’s voice—almost sexy.”
 
“The ache between my legs, did they … ?”
 
“You mean …? No, no, no. Everything is still there. Just a few piercings, an implant or two and surgical things to make way for your new chastity.”
 
“I still have to wear one? 
 
“Afraid so.  Anyone who is collared must. It’s part of how the Program controls us. I’m wearing one.”
 
“That means that you are being controlled?”
 
“That’s correct. As  you are, or soon will be.”
 
“But  you seem okay with it. I don’t understand.”
 
“It’s not really a matter of me being okay with it. The Program and other conditionings make it impossible not to accept. Resistance isn’t possible.”
 
Austin puzzles about the last part—of course he would be able to resist and escape this insanity—just as soon as Riley comes back and gets him out of here. Until then, he may have no choice but to go along. 
 
“Now, it’s time to clean you up. This will be the first time I’ve done this while you’ve been awake.”
 
“First time? How long have I been here?”
 
“This will be the fourth day.”
 
“Four days?”
 
“Yes. Mostly to make it easier for The Manor to manage the process. But the neuro-linguistic programming has already begun.”
 
“Programming? The voices?”
 
“That’s right. And you’re being given some special ‘medication’ to enhance its effects and speed along the process (she nods at the clear bag of liquid).  It will make you girlier, too.  Now,  first thing, I have to change you—your pants.”
 
Debi pulls on a pair of latex gloves,  and unzips something covering Austin’s lower body. As she does he feels the constriction release. She then undoes the Velcro on the sides of his hospital underwear and throws the used item in a bin, and cleans him up using moist serviettes. Austin tries unsuccessfully to peer  over his chest to see what he looks like below. 
 
Debi’s ministrations  make his cock start to get hard.
 
“Looks like everything is healing nicely down here, it will only be a day or two now, and I think we can do away with your surgical girdle—maybe just replace it with a waist support.” She slides the girdle off,  freeing his body from the waist down. “Oh and look! That’s one of the cutest little things I’ve ever seen! Is that as big as it gets? Mind if I? I’ll be gentle.”
 
Austin, thinking she just wants to touch it , answers  “Sure.”
 
He sees her lower her head, and inhales sharply when he feels her warm mouth on it. 
 
“What are you …  ? Oh my!  Please don’t stop!”
 
Debi responds, her mouth still full,  with a garbled “Don’t you worry about that!, “ and expertly brings him to orgasm. The orgasm lasts and lasts, courtesy of his having been denied  for so long, and except for a drip on her cheek and one on her chin, she captures it all, savoring and swallowing.  She looks up at Austin—“That was truly impressive! How on earth can such a small little thing produce so much goo? I’ve never seen so much at one time!”
 
Austin struggles  to speak—
 
“Did you just do what I think you did, know you did?”
 
(Smiling and acting coy, carelessly stroking his deflating nub.) “Yes. I hope it was okay. As I mentioned earlier I’m a slut—unable to resist sexually pleasing people, even sissies like you. It’s just a part of my conditioning.”
 
“It was fantastic! Your tongue felt awesome!”
 
“Thank you. A girl should always take pride in her work. And the tongue thing, that was because of the  piercing.” (Debi shows Austin  her tongue, revealing a small one centimeter metal ball in the center.) “Part of the ‘slut’ package, I’m afrsaid.”
 
She continues—
 
“If you don’t  mind me asking, may I do that again sometime soon? I mean real soon, before they put on your chastity? After that, I’ll only be able to lick the sissy drool off it. Still good, but not even close to being the same.”
 
“Um, yeah, well, sure. Of course.  Any time. But Nurse Debi, I’m not really a sissy.”
 
(Sympathetically, touching his cheek.) “Of course you’re not, dear. But at this point, it doesn’t matter what you once were.”
 
Debi finishes cleaning Austin up, fits him with and zips up a constricting waist support,  gives his limp little thing a peck, and redresses him in clean pants. 
 
“Now I have to get on with my rounds (as she picks up  a hypodermic and starts filling it from a vial). I’m  going to give you some ‘medicine’  that may make you have some very lucid dreams—but what you think you are dreaming will really be from the recorded  programming you will be hearing. It’s kind of like an accelerator. “
 
“No, … please?”
 
Austin struggles against his bonds  as she injects the substance into the port in his arm. 
 
“Sweet dreams, Babes. I’ll be back to ‘change’ you  again (winking) in a while.”
 
 
 

Austin and Riley additional part from Chloe

Many thanks for Chloe taking the time to add an additional chapter to the series Austin and Riley.

Hope you enjoy it. Deborah Ford

 

 

Corbin has to go out of the country for several weeks—maybe a month,  leaving  Riley alone with Austin. A week into the separation, after sending  Austin to bed and a couple glasses of red wine, she decides to go through his web history (from when he had computer access) and surfs his sissy sites. She is captivated. All the things she sees that she once found so repulsive are now quite interesting. She finds herself getting quite damp. God she misses Sir’s fat cock–she so needs it right then and right there! 

 

She continues looking through sites and comes upon one in particular which purports to offer residential training services—for both male and female submissives. And the results are guaranteed. There are even options for training sessions of one to six weeks, with the possibility of certain “enhancements” to be added. And according to the site, the “residential facility “ is within 40 kilometers of the center of town. 

 

She marvels at what she reads, thinking that it is amazing the things that are out there to milk money from dumb sissy perverts.  She continues exploring the site until she notices in the maid training section a warning:

 

“Sissy, understand that a significant amount of time, effort and resources must be devoted by a  superior to the training of a sissy maid. Once the training starts, because of the investment the training requires, most  superiors will make sure that the maid in training will have no opportunity  to withdraw from the arrangement. After training begins, deviations from expected behaviors will not be tolerated, and punishments and corrections will be swift, effective and often excessive. Obedience becomes stricter. The maid’s  will to fight or resist her new-found position must be severely and completely broken. For this reason, a sissy predisposed to serving as a  maid should very clearly understand the potential perils of her dalliance  and the possibility that her servitude may,  perhaps involuntarily, come to be permanent. Many Masters and Mistresses will even go to the expense, well worth it, of sending their sissies  to residential facilities for specialized training, conditioning and, most importantly, breaking. Few sissies have ever recovered from having their wills so broken. But even fewer sissies have been able to resist the fantasy. And, sissy,  some maids’ collars never come  off. 

 

Careful what you wish for, sissy.”

 

As she reads it, Riley feels her pussy twitch and gush. 

 

“If only this were real.” 

 

After the warning there is a link marked —“Serious inquiries only.”

 

The wine and her arousal make clicking the link irresistible. 

 

The next screen asks her if she is inquiring as a dominant, for purposes of training a submissive, or as a submissive. 

 

“Right, me submissive?”

 

She enters  “Dominant.”

 

An application opens up on the screen before her. 

 

Her mind is now  even more clouded by  arousal and wine. She first reads, and then completes,  the application , fully disclosing the history and circumstances and what she would like to achieve. Full breaking.  She is surprised at the detail of the questions. Once it is completed, she clicks send, after having touched  herself to several orgasms, of course, and retires for the night. By the time she wakes in the morning, she has forgotten about having sent in the application. 

 

The next day she finds at the top of her inbox a response. And her browsing activities of the last evening come back into focus. It just so happens that there is an opening for a session beginning the next day. The response apologizes for the short notice, but asks if she would be available for an interview that afternoon, without Austin, of course.  

 

She thinks for a moment. Corbin did, after all, ask her to join him. And it would be pretty hot to send Austin off for some proper training … .

 

She reasons that there is no downside to the interview, and accepts the invitation. 

 

The interview is at an office downtown. Riley is a bundle of nerves as she parks her car outside a sprawling seemingly unoccupied 1930s building. It was covered in ‘Office Space to let’ signs, but with it being sited in the wrong part of the city to attract clients she suspects  that it would remain unoccupied for many years to come. The building was tucked by the closed dockland area and was the only part of the city almost devoid of traffic. 

 

There were few people around, and the area seemed safe enough, so she locked her car and walked briskly to the building entrance. She found the elevator and pressed three. The elevator opened to a hansomly furnished lobby, with a reception desk and a very pretty and perfectly made up and dressed blonde receptionist. 

 

“I am here for a 2:00 appointment.”

 

The receptionist smiles warmly—

 

“Please come with me.”

 

By the time she is seated in the comfortable dark-paneled office Riley  is again a bundle of nerves. The nervousness did nothing, though,  to calm her between the legs. Her pussy throbbed and dripped constantly.  She was grateful that she had suspected that this might happen and wore extra “feminine ” protection just in case. 

 

The interview was cordial and professional. It was evident from the start that the two ladies with whom she met, both of whom appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties, pretty and fashionably though almost severely dressed, were incredibly knowledgeable and dedicated. 

 

Riley explained the current relationship–

 

“Sir, I mean Corbin, is dominant to both me and Austin.  I guess you would call him the “Bull” in our relationship. I am Austin’s Mistress, something I do love.”

 

“But I want to go farther with Austin. I do love him but he can at times be quite petulant, and, well, bratty. Both of which can spoil the dynamic for me. And Sir, I mean Corbin, can be so cruel to Austin.”

 

Her admission that she was submissive to the Bull raised eyebrows and both ladies exchanged glances.

 

“Miss Johnson, would you have any interest in personal submissive training yourself? It might help you with your … Sir.  If so, we are more than happy to accommodate.”

 

Though this question did cause Riley’s pussy to clench involuntarily, she quickly regained her composure. 

 

“No, no, this is only for Austin.”

 

She thought about the invitation some more. 

 

“Yes. Only for Austin now.”

 

She asked about the “enhancements” she saw reference to on the web site–what did that mean. 

 

The ladies smiled–one spoke–

 

“Oh that. Some of our clients do prefer that their male submissives be more feminine physically, and we do offer some cosmetic improvements–breast implants, fat redistribution, better lips and cheekbones—that kind of thing. We can even rid most of them of their Adam’s apples and raise their voices an octave or two. Are you interested in this?”

 

Riley had never considered this and was taken off balancce.

 

“Does that require a longer stay?”

 

“Not necessarily. We have found that both the training  and enhancements can be completed in a typical three to four week session.”

 

“Before I say no, let me think about it. Can I let you know when I drop Austin off?”

 

“But of course. While you are considering we do advise that their male parts be left more or less intact, even though they tend to be useless to their superiors in these situations. They help maintain a humiliated submissiveness and can be quite useful in punishments.”

 

“Very well.” 

 

“I must say that I am very impressed. Do you have papers for me to sign? And how do we work payment?”

 

“Our assistant has taken the liberty of drawing up the documents, and we can sort out payment later. We will have more than adequate ‘collateral.’ “

 

“What time should we be here tomorrow?”

 

“Oh dear! We forgot to mention that this is not our residential facility. The owner made a special accommodation so that we could meet. Our facility is in the county about a half hours’ drive. We are part of a loose association of like- minded facility owners, and while similar, but different, training is offered here, the facility is not ours, though we do on occasion have some of their,  let’s say, more ‘difficult’ pupils referred to us. No, this is actually run as a club for those similarly inclined. In fact, we are happy to arrange for you and your ‘Sir’ to visit upon his return.”

 

The interview winds down, and Riley completes the paperwork and departs the office. She is quite spent from the interview—so much so that she hasn’t the energy to touch herself down below, even in the privacy her own car. Her pussy, though, continues to throb as she navigates the streets. 

 

When she reaches home Austin greets her in his hotel maid’s uniform with a curtsy. 

 

Riley brushes a ringlet of blonde hair from his face, and touches, then kisses, his nose. 

 

“Maid—I have a truly wonderful surprise for you, but I must keep it secret for now. What I can say is that you and I are both going somewhere, taking a trip, so we must pack our bags and button up the house. This is going to be so wonderful!”

 

“Now Babe, we are going to need to leave early tomorrow, so we will need to be early to bed. And I will pack your things and lay out your outfit for tomorrow while you tidy after dinner.”

 

Riley is too excited and aroused to sleep. Out of desperate need she makes Austin please her orally until she is so sensitive that she can no longer bear being touched. If ever she needed Sir’s cock, it was now!

 

Austin, who after that encounter felt more loved than ever by Riley, was  put to bed in his maid’s quarters, and an alarm was set. 

 

“You are to be dressed and ready by no later than 8:00. We have somewhere to be by 9:00.”

 

She kissed his cheek goodnight. 

 

By 8:00 in the morning, Austin and Riley are dressed and ready to go, and the car is packed. Austin initially demurs at the pink and white Peter Pan collared dress, pantyhose and underwear Riley had put out for him, but it only takes a single dark angry scowl from her  to disabuse him of any thoughts of resistance. As an accommodation, Riley does allow him a light coverup. 

 

Riley entered the address in the cars gps, and in no time they arrive at the gate of what must have once been a grand manor house. It was quite off the beaten path in a quiet wooded area. The gate attendant acknowledges that they were expected and allows them entry. 

 

By the looks of the grounds, considerable effort and resources had recently been employed to bring the house and its dependencies and gardens back to their former condition. There was even what looked like a stable. Very impressive indeed, thought Riley. 

 

By now Riley is so sexually aroused she is almost shaking. “Just be calm”, she tells herself. 

 

She pulls the car up to the Porte Cochere, and is greeted by a valet. 

 

“Miss Johnson, we’ve been expecting you.”

 

There it is, the use of her maiden surname again. She wonders why? She looks at Austin, who is taking in the surroundings and seemingly did not notice. 

 

The valet leads them into the house and to an anteroom of sorts. He asks Austin for his coverup. 

 

Though thoroughly humiliated, Austin relinquishes his coverup, earning a stifled chuckle and smirk from the valet. He feels his cock engorge in its confines and squirt in his panties. 

 

“Miss Johnson—right this way”—motioning to the closed doors of the next room.

 

And to Austin—

 

“Please wait here.”

 

Riley is led into the next room, and the doors close. 

 

Austin waits for what seems like an eternity, wondering what is going on and why Riley was addressed as “Miss Johnson.”

 

For Riley, the time in the office seemed to last an eternity as well, but a different kind of eternity—an eternity suspended in something akin to not so subtle foreplay. 

 

The valet returns for Austin, and he is ushered into the room. Riley and the two women from the interview are present, Riley and one of the women, who has the air of one in control, are seated. 

 

The standing woman approaches Austin, examining his every detail. Riley thinks “almost predatorily.” She looks him in the eyes and gently touches his cheek. 

 

“Very pretty. Very pretty indeed.”

 

Riley, whose pussy just throbbed almost painfully, addresses Austin—

 

“Darling Maid,  as you know, Sir invited me to join him on his trip and I declined, citing other ‘obligations,’ which were primarily related to you.”

 

“These kind people have offered to assist me with these obligations and to help me and Sir with your training. This will allow me to both visit Sir and help you become a more pleasing maid. So you will be staying here for a short time.”

 

Austin doesn’t notice that the valet, who has been standing behind him, is holding wrist cuffs. Before Austin can react, the valet deftly captures  both Austin’s wrists, locking them behind his back. 

 

“But Riley!” He cries out. 

 

She rises. And goes to him. Again brushing a ringlet of  hair from his face. 

 

“Shush. Sweet maid, I want you to be a good girl while you are here, understand? And when I get back things will be the same as they were before, only better. Okay?”

 

“Yes Mistress.”

 

She leans in and kisses him, fully and passionately, full on the lips. 

 

A shiver runs  up his spine. 

 

The lady behind the desk clears her throat and speaks—

 

“Miss Johnson, I’m afraid we do have a schedule to keep and your little one here needs to get on her way. She will, however, need to be fitted with a collar before she’s left in our charge (producing a shiny steel collar which looks to have embedded electricals).  And we usually ask our clients to do the honors. Would you mind? It’s more symbolic than anything.”

 

“Of course.” 

 

She takes the collar and approaches Austin—

 

“This won’t hurt Maid, I promise.”

 

“But Riley ….”

 

The collar clicks, activating a screen at the front, and two small lights, which first blink red, then green, illuminate.  The collar clicks again and beeps. 

 

The lady speaks again—first to her—

 

“Thank you Miss Johnson,”

 

And then to the valet—

 

“You may now take the new pupil. Miss Johnson an I have a few housekeeping matters to discuss.” 

 

The valet attaches a leash to Austin’s collar and leads Austin, eyes pleading, from the room. 

 

“Miss Johnson, we will need a proper girl’s name, the more feminine the better,  for our ward. Our experience is that the training goes much better the more we disassociate them from their male selves. Have you ever given this any thought or have one in mind?”

 

Riley pauses thoughtfully.  

 

“Well, I’ve always liked ‘Chloe’ but that name is so common these days . How about ‘Chloe-Anne?’ That’s both pretty, unusual and girly.”

 

“That will be perfect.”

 

“Any more questions, Miss Johnson? 

 

“I don’t think so.” 

 

Riley gets up to leave. As she does, she thinks back to the conversations at the interview, and her pussy spasms and clenches involuntarily, further drenching her already soaked panty liner. She turns back to the lady in charge—

 

“Ma’am, I almost forgot. In thinking about it, I do want to go forward with the ‘enhancements’ we discussed, if that is still possible.”

 

“It would be our  pleasure, Miss Johnson. You will not be disappointed .”

 

“Thank you, Miss Hall. I’m sure I won’t.”