Adult Education

Chapter One-4

As I stood there and let the hot water spray down on me, the realization of last night’s adventure was as obvious as a slap across the face. Normally I would have held the shower wand between my legs, directly on my balls ever increasing the temperature and jerk off. For some reason the hot, nearly scalding water hitting me there turned me on. Then I realized why. The hot water became very painful, making my orgasm even better. It was a daily ritual that has been taken from me.

After my shower I felt a little better. I dried off and used a hair dryer on my cage. Then with a Q-tip I applied some medicated cream to my savagely rubbed c**k, hoping to sooth my wounds.

When I got to work, I just sat at my desk, thinking about last night. How did going to an adult education class change my life so dramatically? Who would have thought anything like this could ever happen? Getting a one night stand in a bar was one thing, but ending up as a sadistic woman’s slave is another. I had always hoped, but things like that don’t ever happen, do they?

Sure I read a lot of porn, and this was always a desire of mine. Yea, it was a fantasy, a dream, an unreachable s****l desire. Think about it. What guy in his right mind would really want something like this – to be a woman’s s*x slave? As those thoughts spun around in my mind, I remembered telling her it was alright to take control of me like this. I told her I was willing to be locked away and suffer for her. What possessed me to do that? It was uncontrollable. Something in my subconscious, depraved mind made me do it. But would she have released me and let me go if I said no? I doubt it. She knew I couldn’t stop her. My little brain was doing all the thinking. It’s what it wanted, and right now it was throbbing with desire as it tried to get hard. She took so many pictures and recorded the videos of my agreeing and telling her I wanted it. Even the police would laugh at my predicament.

Thoughts like that consumed my day until sometime in the mid-afternoon. I got a text. “Meet me at Macy’s Department Store in the mall at 4 pm sharp. Don’t be late, and take the rest of the week off for vacation.”

There was no doubt who it was from and for some strange reason, it excited me. Almost instantly I felt the rigid bars of the cage keep my c**k in check, as it kept me totally secured and unable to get an erection. But, it tried. By the time 3:30 came around my excitement had risen to an uncontrollable frenzy. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t wait to see her. My blue balls wanted to explode from the pressure that had built up inside them. God, how bad was this going to get? Hell, it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours yet.

As I started to leave my secretary asked, “Rudy, are you alright? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine, Barb. See you on Monday. I put in for a few vacation days.”

“Well, have a good time.”

“Oh, I will.”

Without breaking any speed limits, I got to the mall. I sat in my car and wondered why she summoned me here. Suddenly my phone beeped. “Meet me in front of Starbucks.” I did.

“Sleep well last night?” she asked.

“No… hardly at all. I had a few things on my mind as well as the one on my dick.”

She laughed. “Were you thinking of me?”

“Yes, Mistress. You’ll get used to the other after a while.”

“I’m interested. Have you ever done this type of thing before?”

“Why, do you think my need of controlling the men in my life started with you? Those leather cuffs, the chastity cage and the rest of my dungeon weren’t put together with just you I mind.”

“Dungeon?” I responded, trying to hold in my excitement.

“Of course a dungeon with whips and chains and so many painful devices that you’ll experience. Do you think I made you my slave just to have someone to lick my p***y? Hell, any guy would willingly do that. No, slave. At the class last night you couldn’t take your eyes off me. I saw the submissiveness in you from the very start. I sensed your need for being controlled and your eagerness to serve. I’m way out of your league, aren’t I? You’ve never been with a woman like me. I know your type. You sought the prom queen and the most beautiful girl in your class but was always rejected. And after our little games last night, it was confirmed. You willingly took everything I offered no matter what the consequences, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And here you are, eagerly obeying my demands, wondering what I will do next, knowing that you will comply with my wishes no matter what. You want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I want to be your slave and endure everything you have to offer.”

She just smiled before asking, “So who’s the main character in that ‘great American novel’ you’re trying to write?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a simple question. What’s her name?”

“Julie Abrams. Why?”

“You don’t need to question my intentions. But just to let you know, we’re going into Macy’s and transforming you into your main character. After all, next Monday you have to be that person, so you might as well get used to it. Besides, there’s no time like the present. From now on you are no longer Rudy Fisher. Like it or not, you will be living as Julie Abrams. So, let’s go make it happen.”

“Oh God!” I thought. Instantly I knew what she had in mind.

Our first stop was the lingerie department. At first she asked me which ones I liked, as we looked at some really sexy bras on a rack. I pointed to a couple. Then she turned to the clerk.

“What do you think, a 36 B?”

The lady looked at my Mistress, but before she could say anything Susanne interrupted her.

“Oh, they aren’t for me. My friend Julie here will be wearing them. Today he starts his transition into being a woman.”

My Mistress picked out several lacy, underwire bras that she thought I would like. To that selection numerous pairs of panties were added as well as several garter belts, some stockings and panty hose. She found a few other items that would suit my needs.

In the sportswear department she picked out a few women’s t-shirts and some shorts and a skort, you know a combination skirt and shorts. She thought the panel in front might cover the bulge from my chastity device a little better. A couple pairs of women’s casual slacks and a few blouses to go with them when I went to work and every day wear. Sneakers, sandals and a pair of shoes with four inch stiletto heels were chosen from the shoe department, and finally a blond wig was purchased in the salon.

But we weren’t done. She picked out a selection of makeup and some other toiletries.

We finally left the store and sat on one of those benches in the main concourse. There she sorted out several items from one bag to another before looking me straight in the eyes.

“Take this bag and go back down to the men’s room. There you will remove everything you’re presently wearing and put on everything that’s in this bag. You will return dressed as Julie. You’re no longer Rudy. Understand?”

“But….”

“That’s one.”

“One what, Mistress?”

“One dozen hard strokes of my whip on your naked ass tomorrow night.”

“You’re going to whip me?”

“Of course I’m going to whip you. I told you that before. I’m going to lock you over my bondage horse so your ass is presented perfectly for your punishment. You said you liked a little pain, didn’t you? Two.”

Quickly I picked up the bag and headed down the hallway to the men’s room at the other end of the mall.

“Julie,” she said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

I stopped.

“You have five minutes to change and get back here. You’re no longer a man, remember?”

I got to the men’s room and stepped into the handicap stall. It was larger, making it easier to change. Reluctantly I stripped naked and started to dress in my new woman’s clothes. I knew I had no choice and time would quickly run out, so I began.

A pair of dark red satin panties with lace trim was first. I stepped into them and pulled them up over my ass and balls. The smooth fabric had a unique feel compared to the underwear I always wore. Carefully I pushed my caged member down between my legs. The panties were snug and felt good. I ran my hands across the silky material that covered my butt.

Then I picked up the matching bra and took a deep breath. “This can’t really be happening,” I said aloud. I didn’t want to walk out into public wearing this, but I was just wasting time. I put my arms through the shoulder straps and pulled the bra around me to the back. I tried several times to reach around and fasten the hooks and eyes like a woman does, but it didn’t work too well. Finally I resorted to the alternate method. I stretched the bra around my chest, hooking the fasteners in front before twisting it around into the proper position. It was a little tight, but it would do. I put my arms through the shoulder straps and adjusted the thing into place. It felt strange, having the elastic tightly grip my chest, but she’s giving the orders.

I was quickly running out of time. I pulled a low cut, white tee shirt over my head. It was rather snug. Then I put on the shorts. It was lucky they were made of stretchy material, but in being so, they were skin tight. They were really low cut, hip-hugger, white jean shorts, with sequins on each pocket that were frayed around the bottoms of the extra short legs. They were the style that teenage girls would normally wear.

The hot pink and white sneakers finished my outfit. I gathered my other clothes, put them in the bag and headed back to my Mistress without ever looking in the mirrors.

Susanne giggled, as I approached.

“You’re five minutes late,” she informed me with a grin and bit of laughter.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing much, Julie, but you really needed the wig to finish out your outfit. Shaving your legs wouldn’t be a bad idea either. By the way, being five minutes late is going to make your ordeal tomorrow night far more painful than originally planned.

As we walked along, I realized everyone was looking at me. Then I saw why. My image appeared in a full length mirror that outlined the windows of one of the stores. I saw what everyone else saw. The bra was very obvious and the shorts revealed everything. I was even more embarrassed now than I was before. As we exited the store, she reminded me of our meeting tomorrow. She handed me my wallet, cell phone and keys from my regular clothes, making it impossible for me to change until I got home. I failed to notice the bag with my old clothes was deposited in a garbage can on her way out of the mall.

“When you get home, send me a few selfies of yourself still dressed like you are now.”

“But people will see me. People in the condos that I know.”

“So, Rudy doesn’t exist anymore. You’re Julie now, aren’t you?”

“But….”

“Here, you can wear the wig tonight. Maybe it will help disguise you and calm your nerves a bit. Oh, one other thing. When you show up tomorrow, there won’t be a hair left on your body from the neck down. Julie doesn’t have hairy arms, legs, chest and arm pits. Everything, or else. Understand?”

She put the wig on my head, making it look a little bit presentable.

I just stood there for a minute and watched her walk away. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I wondered why she was doing this to me.

“Please, Mistress,” I whispered.

I knew she wouldn’t hear me, and it wouldn’t do any good anyway.

When I got in my car, I just sat there thinking. I just hoped I could get into my apartment without everyone seeing me. But, I got back to the apartment complex just about the time everyone was getting home from work. There were people everywhere. After driving around a bit, I finally took a chance. The coast looked clear, so I made a dash for it. Luckily no one saw me.