Mitch

[Sandra B]

48.
The next day she reviewed her strategy.  So Teddy wanted Mitch to present as a boy.  Well, it was a hen party, after all, and Teddy was the most awful tease.  Shirley suspected she was lesbian.  All her close friends were female, and she couldn’t recall her ever having a boyfriend.  But that didn’t stop her flaunting her considerable charms in front of anything in trousers, watching them make fools of themselves, and then simply walking away.  In Mitch she must have seen the perfect subject to provide a little harmless entertainment for her friends.  Anyway, she had already anticipated Teddy’s wishes, and ordered a new pair of shorts from her supplier; though now she was seriously considering if this had been a good idea.  According to Grace, Mitch’s behaviour had been wildly inappropriate.  She didn’t want that.  He needed to be a proper boy, but she didn’t want him getting out of hand.  He needed to be contained somehow, kept within the bounds of respectability.  So she rang her supplier.
“Alison?  It’s Shirley.  Have you started on that last order I put in?  The shorts for Mitch?  No?  That’s good.  I wanted to talk about the design.  The last pair were excellent – they had a very impressive effect, just as we expected.  But there was a little too much
movement, if you get my drift.  Is there any way of
”
“You want it kept firmly in its place?  Is that what you’re saying?”
“Is that possible?”
“It’s possible.  It would help if I had some precise measurements
”
“Oh, yes.  I’ll send them on later.  We’ve got absolutely everything on record, you know.”
“Otherwise as we agreed?”
“Yes.”
“And the colour?”
“Er, let me think about that.  I was thinking blue, but on reflection that may be a bit boring.  I’ll get back to you.”
“As soon as you can, please.  I’ll need to get started fairly soon.  For the second, you said?”
“That’s right.  I’ll get back to you shortly.  Thanks a million, Alison.”
“No problem, Shirley.  Look forward to hearing from you.”

So that was that.  All that remained was to decide on the rest of his outfit.  Something boyish but cute.  Difficult one.  But right now she had another concern.  Mitch needed fitting with an ECD as soon as possible, so he would be at his best for Teddy and her friends in ten days’ time.  She rang Elizabeth and arranged to call round that morning.  She would have to get there before eleven, because Mitch had a meeting at Scouts about the trip. 
Now school had broken up, she intended to offer the boys extra days.  There were a number of prospective clients booked for visits, and they could help to welcome them, and provide real physical evidence of the benefits of P & S.  Once fitted up, Mitch could be the girl and be put in panties without any fear of him disgracing himself.  She was sure he would be only too pleased to revert to his favoured gender.
She selected a few of slightly varying size, compact, with built-in locks, so they wouldn’t be noticeable under the thinnest underwear.  Then she set off, and arrived at Mitch’s house twenty minutes before eleven.  Elizabeth opened the door.
“Shirley.  How nice to see you again.  He’s still here, but he’ll need to leave soon to get the bus.”
“Don’t worry.  I’ll give him a lift.  Spencer Street, isn’t it?”
“That’s right.  Thanks.  That would be great.  Er, about the
device
  Were you thinking of putting it on him now
?”
“The sooner the better.  Let me have a word with him.”
Elizabeth led her through to the kitchen, where Mitch was sitting at the table eating a sandwich.  He was wearing his Scout uniform.
“Hi Mitch.  How are you?”
“Hi, miss.  I’m okay, thanks.  Gotta leave for Scouts in a minute, though.”
“Yes, I know
”  She was staring at him thoughtfully.  He wore a green shirt with badges on the chest and all down one sleeve.
“Wow!  Are they all proficiency badges, Mitch?” 
He blushed slightly.  “These are, yeah,” he said, proudly.
“I love it.  You look really cool.  Is that your scarf?”  She pointed to it, lying on the table next to his plate.
“My necker, yeah.”  He held it up.  Mauve with yellow edges.  Nice colours.  Shirley had an idea.
“Can I have a photo?”
“Sure!”
“Miss Dearman’s going to give you a lift.  But she needs to talk to you first.  I’m going to do the washing.  Be a good boy, Mitch, and do what you’re told.  All right?”
“Yes, mum.”

When they were alone, Shirley began.
“Now, Mitch, I need you to work some days before you leave for Devon.  You’ll get full pay, of course.  You can start tomorrow.”
“Great!”  Mitch had plans connected with bikes and phones and suchlike.  “Er, what will I have to
”
“You’ll be pleased to hear I’ll need you to be female.”
“Oh!  Well, I can do that.  Did you hear about the school play?”
Shirley hadn’t – with everything else going on, that had rather gone under the radar.  But she pretended she had.  “I heard you were a great Juliet
”
“I did my best.  I think Lawrence forgot I was a boy!  He almost snogged me!”
“Well it sounds like you passed the test with flying colours.  But here’s the thing.  You might have to wear panties and short skirts
so we need to make sure
you know, that you look the part.”
“Look the part?”
“You’re going to have to wear one of these.”
She opened her bag and produced the ECD.
“No
  Do I have to?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Mitch looked thoughtful.  “How many days will I be working
?”
“As many as you like, if you’re free
”
“Really?  Okay, then.”
“But I’ll need you to try this on now – just to make sure it fits?  Can you do that?”
“Oh, okay
   But I’ll need to be quick
”  He looked at his watch.
“It’s fine.  I’m driving you.  Quickly, get your trousers and pants down, and I’ll check.”
“Okay
” he said, uncertainly.

Shirley knelt.  She soon found the right one for Mitch, in pink plastic.  She fitted the back ring and pushed on the sleeve.  She locked them together.
“How’s that?”
“It feels okay, I suppose.”  He found the sensation a little alarming.  “But what if I start getting
you know?”
“You won’t be able to.  That’s the point.”
But
  How long will I have to wear it for each day?” 
“Well, now it’s on, it might as well stay on - until
let me see
  Well it’ll have to come off for the hen party, of course.  That’s on the second.”
Mitch began to panic.  “What?  No!  Are you serious?  I can’t
”
“Why not?”
“Well, I
you know
it’s not fair
cos
I can’t!”
“You can – and you will.  It’ll be good for you, Mitch.  Teach you some self-discipline.”
“Miss, please
”
“Sorry.  Get dressed.  We need to leave right now.”

Mitch pleaded and whined all the way to Scouts.  But Shirley ignored him.  She dropped him off.
“See you tomorrow, then?  Nine o’clock, bright and early.”  She smiled at his sulky face as he got out of the car and slammed the door.  “Be good,” she added, with a grin.

[Sandra B]

49.
The sight of Mitch is his Scout uniform had decided her.  What could be nicer?  He’d be able to show off all his badges, the ladies would love him, and it provided the answer to all the colour issues.  She got straight back onto Alison.
“Hi, darling.  It’s all sorted.  The shorts mauve with yellow trim.  And I’ll need a pair of long green socks, and some trainers for him, dyed mauve and yellow.  Yes, mauve tops, yellow soles.  Oh, and a cap?  Maybe yellow with a mauve peak.  I’m sending you a photo so you can see exactly what colours we need.  And I’ll send the measurements you wanted as soon as I get back to the office.  Let me know when
  Thanks!”
As she drove back, she put her phone on speaker and called Teddy again.
“Darling.  It’s all sorted.  What?  No, it can be a surprise.  Sorry!  But there’ll be a few extra expenses.  When I get the bill from the supplier I’ll invoice you.  No problem.  Bye
”

She parked outside P & S.  It had been a good morning’s work.  But now she needed to think of the next day.  She had clients coming at ten and at two and at three.  The first was a fifteen-year-old called Meredith.  She had been thinking for some time what a sweet little maid Mitch would make.  This was his opportunity to prove it.  But she wanted Sam and Jasper in on the act too.  She picked up her phone again


Shirley and Mandy had been developing new strategies for recruiting subjects to their training regime for some weeks.  Through pure nepotism, through the secret network of female professionals that were influential in the local authority and the schools, she had secured social funding, and an entrĂ©e into the education system.  Shirley had given introductory talks at the two main local secondary schools, accompanied by a poster campaign, encouraging teachers and pupils to nominate any subjects they thought might benefit from a course at P & S.  From the nominations it soon became obvious who the trouble-makers were.  She would then have a meeting with the head teachers to whittle the list down to the worst offenders and to those whose parents would be willing to support the experiment – which was nearly all of them.  The potential subject, of course, would refuse to cooperate.  Then Shirley would arrange a private meeting with him, which she would record, as if it was a police interview of a suspect.  The following dialogue is based on one of the recordings in the P & S files.

“Well, Meredith, Miss Taylor tells me you’re having some problems in school this year.  Would you like to talk to me about it?”
“Not really.”
“For instance, I understand there have been several instances of bullying.  Mainly younger boys, and even some of the girls.”
“Well, they were asking for it.  What a bunch of dic-ks!”
“I see.  And then I’m told there’s also been – well, what Miss Taylor described as behaviour verging on sexual harassment.  Is that true?”
Silence.
“Things like pestering girls for dates, touching, and worse.  I won’t go into details.”
Meredith made a face, looked away, but still said nothing.
“I understand very well, you know.  You are clearly in need of
how can I put it?  Physical fulfilment.  In fact, it is my view, having read the reports, that P & S can be of service to you.”
He looked at her, puzzled but interested.  “In what way?”
“I think maybe you’re under a misapprehension about what we do.”
“What I heard is, you turn boys into sissies!”
“Some we do, because that is what they need.  They were sissies already.  They just didn’t realise it.  But clearly you’re not in that category.”
“No, I ain’t.”
She looked at him steadily.  “For boys like you, we have a slightly different regime.  We aim first and foremost to reduce tension.  The first day at P & S would be devoted to a massage from our professionally-trained masseuse, Yulya.  Let me show you a picture.”
She held up her phone.  Yulya was wearing a cream latex nurse’s uniform, which fitted her like a second skin, matching latex stockings, red ankle boots, and a cap.  On her right breast, just to the right of the little row of straining buttons, was a red cross, and she wore red latex gloves.  She seemed to have an unnecessary amount of makeup for a healthcare worker – but never mind.  She was pouting slightly.  Behind her was a padded massage table and some pots which looked as if they contained creams and oils.  Meredith was staring with his mouth open.  He appeared unable to speak, so Shirley continued.
“As to the amount of massage therapy required, that can vary from one individual to another.  We can’t prescribe an appropriate schedule until Yulya has carried out her assessment.  However, let me assure you you’d be well looked after during your stay.  You will be allocated a comfortable room and a maid.  Here, this is Michelle.”
She help up her phone again.  With commendable foresight, she had had Yulya take some photos of Mitch in a pretty little maid’s outfit soon after he arrived.  It was one of these she showed Meredith.
“Michelle will dedicate her day to serving you and pandering to your needs.  She is very young, however, and I would ask you not to be too hard on her.”
A smile had spread over Meredith’s face.  Now there was someone he could push around to his heart’s content.
“After the assessment we would discuss possible future interventions.  There would be no pressure on you.  All our consultations are conducted very much by negotiation.”  She put on a disinterested air.  “Now of course we don’t expect any decision now.  We understand you will have many other things planned for the summer vacation.  Let us know in due course if you feel what we offer may be of benefit to you, and
”
But Meredith interrupted her.  “No.  I don’t ‘ave much goin’ on this summer, matter of fact.  Yeah, I’ve decided.  I’ll come and try you out.  Why not?  Give me a date.”

Meredith was the first new recruit of the holidays.  Shirley had found Mitch the sweetest maid’s uniform of crisp black satin.  He wore some light makeup, a little cap, white stockings held up by suspenders, and black patent leather shoes with a block heel.  The little skirt was underlaid with a single layer of stiff netting, giving everyone a view of his white ruffled panties when he walked or bent over.  Yulya was resplendent in her role as rubber nurse.  Sam and Jasper were present to lull the subject into total acquiescence.  They dressed casually, and lounged around in reception.  They were introduced to him as current trainees. 
When Meredith arrived he was asked to wait.  He soon struck up a conversation with Sam and Jasper, who eulogised about P & S, and made cryptic remarks about Yulya’s “expertise”, accompanied by smiles and winks.  Before he could pump them for more information, Mitch arrived to collect him.
“Excuse me, sir, are you mister Meredith?”
“That’s me.”
“Would you be so kind as to follow me, please?”
Mitch led him down the corridor towards room nine. 
“You’re Michelle, right?  So you’re gonna be my maid?”
“Yes, sir, if you please.  I will be your servant during your stay.  Anything you want
”
Meredith couldn’t believe his luck.  He thought it very clever of him to have discovered this place.  He couldn’t wait to see the masseuse.  Even the maid was sort of cute


He wasn’t disappointed.  Mitch showed him into room nine.  A small, cosy room, the walls painted pink, and there was the padded table, and there
  His eyes nearly popped out of his head.  Yulya, fully attired as massage nurse, was at that moment bending over adjusting the legs of the table.  She stood up quickly and welcomed the new arrival. 
“Good morning, mister Meredith, sir.  I Yulya, your masseuse.  I ‘ope your stay ‘ere pleasant.  Michelle, you may go now.  Mister Meredith not need you for a while.”
Her breasts looked as though they were about to burst open her dress.  Meredith could clearly see the nipples pushing against the taut latex.  He stared, rudely.  He was already feeling aroused.
“Yeah, er, nice.”
They were alone together.
“Please undress, sir,” she said, pointing to a side door.  “Undress and shower, then lie on bed.  Yes?”
“Yeah, sure
”

He returned, stark naked and vulnerable.  He covered himself and lay face-down as instructed.  Yulya looked up at the light fitting on the ceiling and winked.  Then she put on her gloves, and pushed a stainless steel trolley up to the table.  On the top shelf were a range of oils and creams, below a blue steel box with controls and a plug, some surgical tubing and appliances, and a pair of earphones.
“Are you ready, mister Meredith?”
“Yeah.  Ready.”

[Sandra B]

50.
As a matter of fact, Yulya had trained as a masseuse, and, as her hands moved gently but firmly up and down his back, Meredith thought he was in heaven.  She began conventionally enough, working up and down between his waist and his shoulders.  A pleasant lassitude descended on him.  When she started on the backs of his thighs he felt an accompanying increase in the pressure of his pen-is against the bed.  He wriggled luxuriously.  And when she asked him to turn over onto his back, he was so confident in the size and firmness of his erection, he did so without the slightest self-consciousness, merely looking at her face to see if he had made the expected impression.  He was gratified to see that her eyes widened with surprise.  She even licked her lips slightly, which made him harder than ever.
“Very big pen-is,” she remarked, thoughtfully.  “Maybe you don't lie still when I do
those things
”
“I will!  Promise!” cried Meredith, eagerly.
“No.  You don’t know what I do
”
He was breathing hard now.
“I have to restrain
”
“Do what you like, darlin’.  I’m ready.”
“Give me hands.”
“Sorry?”
“Hands.  Here.”
She took one wrist and pulled it down the side of the table.  In a moment she had buckled a strap around it.  She went to the other side, and got hold of that wrist.  Now the idea of a bit of bondage was quite attractive to Meredith, and he happily allowed her to secure his hands, and then his feet, which she did by strapping his ankles together and chaining the buckle to a ring at the foot of the table.  She stood back.
“There.  Now you not give any trouble.”
“I won’t, sweetie, don’t worry.”
She moved round behind his head.  One minute he was grinning with anticipation.  The next he had a sissifier forced between his lips and buckled tightly behind his head.
“And you not make fuss.”
At first still harboured a suspicion that this was part of an elaborate sex game.  That was, until he realised what he had in his mouth. He emitted a muffled protest.  He struggled and frowned.  Yulya took no notice.  She lifted the blue box onto the upper shelf of the trolley, and plugged it into a wall socket.  Meredith strained sideways to see what she was up to.  She methodically screwed one end of a thin clear piece of plastic tubing to the back of the box.  The other end she fitted into a plugged measuring cylinder attached to the box by a bracket.  A second, long piece of tube was also pushed into the plug, until it protruded a couple of inches inside.  To the other end of this, Yulya attached a clear, hard  plastic sheath about eight inches long.  She flipped a switch on the front of the box, and turned a knob.  There was a steady whirring sound.  Then she applied the sheath to Meredith’s now semi-tumescent pen-is.  It was instantly suc-ked inside.  Meredith gave a moan of despair.  Yulya then turned the knob again, and at once the box started clicking, at a rate of about one click a second, the sheath twitching in unison.  Finally, she clipped the middle of the tube to the side of the bed, for the sake of neatness.  Then she pulled up a chair and sat down to watch. 
Meredith’s pen-is soon recovered its previous dimensions – or at least, as far as the sheath allowed.  It wasn’t long enough to reach the top, falling a couple of inches short, but it was clearly a tight squeeze in terms of diameter.  At each click of the pump it jumped a fraction up the tube, then fell back.  At each click the tube twitched, as if impatient to be filled.  At each click, Meredith jerked against his bonds.  He was making little whimpering noises through his gag.  This was not at all what he had been hoping for.
When Yulya was satisfied the pump was operating as it should, she picked up the earphones, placed them on Meredith’s head, and secured them with a strap buckled beneath his chin.  She attached a little recorder on a long cable, turned it on, and adjusted the volume.  The expression on Meredith’s face was enough to reassure her he could hear what was playing.
Soon they were joined by Shirley and Mandy, for whose benefit Yulya demonstrated the range of pulse speed of the pump, before returning it to default.
“Very nice,” said Mandy.  “What’s he listening to?”
“Ladies having sex.  Very good sex.  Very noisy.  Talk a lot.”
“And how long before
we see some results?” asked Shirley.
“Not long.  We wait.”
They didn’t have to wait long.  The milking machine was irresistible.  All at once Meredith gave a great lurch and a squawk, and wads of white sperm erupted from the end of his pen-is and were suc-ked along the tube.  As the first drops dribbled into the collection cylinder, he was still pumping it out.  When his orgasm slowly subsided, and his convulsions diminished, Yulya turned the pump to continuous, and switched off the recorder.
“You like, Miss Dearman?”
“Excellent!  Very impressive.  So now?”
I give him a minute to recover.  First one is worst.  Then turn everything on again, and leave him.  It will milk all day.  By evening he drained.  Then we see.”
“And what will we see?”
“We see whether he behave.  If not, he sleep for few hours, then start again.”
“And what’s going to happen to all that lovely creamy sperm?”
“By tonight collection vessel half full.  Then I show you.”
“Thank you, Yulya.  You are truly a woman of many talents.”
“Thank you, miss.  I enjoy to work here.”

[Sandra B]

51.
The two o’clock visitors were a husband and wife concerned about their wayward fourteen-year-old whom they suspected of attaching himself to a local gang.  Not that the local gangs in that part of the world were particularly dangerous; it was rather that the parents themselves were naturally anxious and over-protective.  When they were introduced to Mitch, and they realised he was a boy, they started fawning over him straight away.
“Oh, why can’t Damien be like that?” whined the mother.  “You know, Douglas, I always wanted a little girl.”
“Well, little girls become big girls, you know, Mrs Surry,” offered Shirley, “and big girls can be worse than big boys, sometimes.”
“Oh, I know
  I know
  But Damien is so rude.  He hardly ever says “please” or “thank you”, does he darling?”
“Well, I
”
“I think you’re too soft on him, that’s what I think,” she rattled on.
Shirley had had enough of this.  From everything she could glean, there was nothing wrong with Damien except that he wanted to escape from his overweening parents, which she could well understand.  So she delegated the tour to Mitch, and whispered, “and don’t for god’s sake let them anywhere near room nine
”

Sam and Jasper had been assigned as babies for the purposes of the visits, and were having fun in a nursery room making silly noises, belching, throwing bottles of milk around, and wringing the necks of dolls.  Mitch was rather taken aback at the ease with which Jasper had entered into the spirit of P & S.  But then, he hadn’t experienced any of the humiliations it had to offer yet.  He was a new boy, and Mitch hoped he could have a hand in his initiation.
The couple were less than impressed by this display, however, especially when Sam addressed the wife.
“Yo, bitch!  You can change me an’ wipe my willy any time, darlin’!”
That pretty much terminated their visit.  The final potential customer of the day was made of different stuff, however.  Deborah Buff-Hopkins was a single mother with a thirteen-year-old boy who was always playing pranks and getting into trouble at school, to the point where he had been three times threatened with expulsion.  She arrived at P & S apparently straight from the hunting field, in muddy breeches and muddier boots, carrying a riding whip.  She and Shirley got on like a house on fire.
“Every time there’s trouble, I give him six strokes across his bare backside with this.”  She waved her whip.  “Only trouble is the little beggar takes it and comes back for more.  Don’t know what else to do.  Ideas exhausted, get me?”
“I do, Mrs Buff-Hopkins.”
“Miss.  And it’s Debbie.  Came to you.  Heard you had some new ideas.”
“Well, yes, as much as I approve of corporal punishment, it sounds to me as though it’s the wrong tactics in your son’s case.  There are other ways
”
“Such as?”
“Well, see Michelle here?  Michelle is really Mitch, you see.  His manners have improved no end.”
Mitch curtsied on cue.
Miss Buff-Hopkins stared.  “Great Scott!  That’s a boy?  You think you could do that to my son?”
“We could try.  Of course, there’s more than one way

“
to kill a fox?  I know.  Tell me one of yours.”
“All right.  Michelle?  Please conduct us to room nine.”
“Yes, miss.  This way, please Miss Buff-Hopkins
”
Shirley opened the door and showed Debbie in.
“Meredith here
a difficult case.”
Meredith was coming up to orgasm eight, he thought.  He’d lost count.  His eyes were glazed, dribble was trickling out from under his gag, and he had started making a faint, high-pitched hum.  Debbie goggled.  Her gaze drifted from the helpless, trembling figure to the collection vessel, already half full.  The electric pump clicked with relentless regularity.
“What – what are you doing to him?”
“We’re draining off all his sperm to see if it will make him less of a nuisance.  Sometimes that’s all it takes to cure bad behaviour.  Regular forcible milking.  One of my employees devised this equipment.  And she put one of our sissifiers – that’s a nice pen-is-shaped rubber gag – in his mouth as well.  I believe the advantages of sperm extraction are greatly underestimated.  It may be
oh, I think he’s about to come again.  Yes, he is.  What good timing!  You can tell when he starts arching his back like that.”
Meredith started convulsing violently.  But very little sperm spurted into the sheath.
“It looks like he’s nearly done.  But he’s done very well, don’t you think, she added cheerfully, indicating the graduated cylinder.  Let me see
  Hmm, about
at least fifty mils.  Not bad, I suppose.  Michelle, would you tell Yulya I think he’s pretty much empty?”
“Yes, miss.  Right away.”
Deborah Buff-Hopkins was astounded, but also impressed.
“You’re a woman after my own heart, Miss Dearman.  This sort of thing is just what he needs.  Of course, I’ll miss thrashing him
”
“If you’re serious about that, we could use you here upon occasion.  I can just see the boys wilting when you stride into the room in all your riding gear with a whip under your arm!”
“I might just take you up on that, Miss Dearman.”
“Shirley.  So you’re in?”
“Me and my recalcitrant son.”
“Ah, here’s Yulya.  Yulya, meet Debbie Buff-Hopkins.  Your subject looks all in, Yulya.  He didn’t last as long as I was hoping.”
Yulya, still in her nurse’s outfit, made a face.  Debbie stared at her with delight.
“No.  We try again tomorrow.  He stay here tonight.  I collar him and chain to wall.”
“So.  The sperm?”
“Cannot waste.  I make nice drink for Meredith.  Back in minute.”
She unclipped the collection vessel and disappeared.  When she returned she was carrying a feeding-bottle full of white cream, with a rubber tube attached to the nozzle..
“What’s that?” asked Debbie.
“Sperm, white of egg, spoonful of condense milk.  Whip up into nice thick milkshake for thirsty boy.”
She went to a corner of the room and pulled over a hospital bottle holder on a stand.  She inverted the bottle and slipped it in, then flipped open the cap of the sissifier and pushed the end of the rubber tube into the gag.  Meredith made whines of protest, but they were soon stifled by the steady influx of sweet, slimy sperm.
“Don’t waste any.  Good for you, you know.  Make lots more for tomorrow, and if you good boy, nurse give you kiss goodnight.  See you later.”  And she marched out.

“She’s a gem, Shirley,” enthused Debbie.  “I’m in.  Let’s go and do the paperwork, and enrol Hugo.  And if you really need me
  I know I look a mess at the moment, but I’d love to help, and in my best dressage togs
”
“You’ll make all the babies fill their nappies simultaneously!”
And, with a friendly wave to Meredith, they left him to his supper.

[mommasboy]

Omg. I adore the forced milkings and ensuing forced feedings. On a regular basis, to pacify a troublesome boy into submission. That is the perfect disciplinary treatment. More, please.

[lovellace]

Great to read. I'm looking forward to Michelle's new uniform immensely!

[Sandra B]

52.
For him, Meredith was rather docile when Yulya returned that evening; well, maybe ‘sulky’ would be a better description.  The bottle was empty, and she disconnected the tube and unbuckled his sissifier.  She spoke to him as if he were a toddler - or a puppy.
“Good boy!  Meredith enjoy nice milkshake?”
He struggled against his restraints.  There were tears in his eyes.  “You’ve taken all my sperm!  Now I won’t be able to have babies!  You bitch!  I thought I was gonna get a handjob at least!”
Yulya laughed.  “Silly boy!  By tomorrow you will have more.  Lots more.  Body will compensate.  Meredith balls will be full to bursting!”
“Yeah?  Is that true?”
“True.”  She leant over him, allowing her breasts to brush his chest, and gave him the promised kiss on the cheek.  She stroked his face for a moment.  “Here, I give you handjob.”  And she slapped him hard.  “never call me “bitch” again!  You’re my bitch, now, mister Meredith!”
She unbuckled his restraints.
“Get up.  Nightie in changing room.  Toilet next door.  Clean up, please, shower.  Come to canteen.  Supper time.”
He rose stiffly, with a groan.  “I’m fuc-king knackered.  That’s it.  I’m out of here.  Give me my clothes.  I’m gonna call the police on you lot.  You’ve all had it!”
He struggled to the changing room.  There was the nightie, and his clothes folded in one corner.  He grabbed his jeans, pulled them on, and headed for the door.  He wrenched it open, turning his head to Yulya, who seemed quite unconcerned.  “You’re finished!”
But as he turned back, he found himself confronted by the imposing figure of Deborah Buff-Hopkins.  She stood firmly in his way, her face set under her mass of tousled blonde hair, her red-painted lips pressed together.  She wore a white shirt and tie, immaculate cream breeches, and gleaming riding-boots.  She held a riding whip in her right hand, slapping in gently against her left.  Some of Meredith’s bravado faded.
“Get outta my way
”
She took a step back, but only for the purpose of delivering a cut of her whip across his bare stomach.  He screamed and ran back into the room.  She followed, closing and locking the door after her.
“You’re not going anywhere, boy.  I’m your gaoler, now.  In view of what I’ve just heard from you, you won’t be going to the dining-room anytime soon.  From now on you’ll eat in here, out of a dog bowl.  Yulya?  If you’d be so kind?”
Yulya approached the cowering boy.  She buckled and locked a pink leather collar (with studs) around his neck, and attached a chain which she padlocked to a ring on the wall.
“Now,” continued his gaoler, “you will stay in this room until your training is complete, except when we take you – on your chain – to use the toilet or shower.  You will only be released when we are satisfied your behaviour has been permanently modified.  If you try to escape again, we will release the video of your milking.”  She broke into a smile.  “It’s really quite amusing – the expressions on your face
”
There was a knock at the door.  Debbie opened it.
“Shirley.  I was just explaining to this young man
”
Shirley nodded.  She looked at Meredith with distaste.  “I heard your exchange with Yulya, young man.  You really are the most unpleasant, misogynistic individual it’s been my misfortune to meet.  But we’re going to change all that.  By the time you get out of here you will no longer be interested in girls.  No.  You will fear them.  And you will have become habituated to masturbation, from which you will only be able to derive any satisfaction if you have a coc-k in your mouth – preferably a real one.  And you will have become addicted to the taste of fresh sperm.  Don’t look so dismayed.  Just think of all the pleasure you’re going to bring to your own sex!