Lessons In Discipline and Servitude

Five

Five

Pretty Pattie enters the doorway. I am coated with sweat which beads and drips into my eyes, the stinging salt adding to the tears brought by the slowly building anguish. I am happy to see the boyish form. Pattie smiles in noting my predicament.

“Oh, Bai punished you.”

“Please Pattie. Loosen the ropes. I cannot move.”

She... he? approaches, the tiny male appendage bouncing with each step, the purple tip announcing for all that, despite the smooth hairless flesh, the effeminate layers of subcutaneous fat, the girlish form is male, or was once male.

“If Bai wants you restrained then I should probably not loosen anything.”

“But it is not right. I have done nothing to be held in bondage…tight bondage.”

“Well, I guess it would be okay to loosen, but just a little,” Pattie giggles sheepishly.

The reasoning, the decision making, is childish. The deprivation of hormones has affected the mind.

“But if I am going to do something for you, you have to do something for me. Mrs. Winthrop made that a rule.”

“She’s not here.”

“And besides, you will soon feel better when bound under strict control. You’ll feel safer. You’ll learn discipline.”

Pattie puts on a lugubrious look in trying to decide my fate.

“Well, I promised and that’s the way it’s going to be. If I do something for you then you must do something for me.”

“What is it that you want me to do. I am tied in complete immobility!”

Pattie steps between my forcibly parted legs. The altered pubes nears…the purple p***s tip…the crimson scrotal sac. It’s all childishly small.

“I want to be licked. It feels good.”

I am aghast in having a male phallus…if it can be so described…so proximate. Yet I cannot move. Bai has the neck ropes most taut, as with the ankle ropes. My wrists remain tethered to my waist belt.

“I don’t suck c**k,” I abruptly declare.

Pattie just smiles, her look – his look – changing to one of wisdom.

“Oh, but you will, Thomas. You will learn discipline and servitude. Mrs. Winthrop was very specific.”

The pretty hands extend and cradle my head. The feet shuffle forward. I look up into the angelic face, the innocence, yet the mischief. She presses against the back of my head. My lips meet the strange organ that Mrs. Winthrop aptly described as a c******s. I cringe and grit my teeth.

Yet perhaps I should be more reflective. Since this once male form appears to bear the transformed organs of a female, would I be sucking c**k? I am trapped on an island hundreds of miles from civilization, and I will be so trapped until Mrs. Winthrop deems me imbued with proper discipline – whatever that entails – and servitude, the details of which I am beginning to understand. While here, who is to know the nature of my care, the elements of the discipline bestowed, the depraved essence of my servitude?

Pattie uses her hands to guide my head rubbing the purple p***s tip against my clenched mouth. She giggles, sensing some degree of evanescent joy. Not overly disappointed with my reluctance.

“You resist but you will learn, Thomas. That I promise you. Your key is well hidden where only I will ever find it. Soon you will beg me for release, and I will make you earn it. And then Bai will address those nasty hormones, which we will cause to build and build and drive you to desperately seek expungement. It is then that we will take care of each other...”