A Coed TV--The Training of Rachael

A Coed TV-The Training of Rachael By Rachael Anne Paine

As far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a woman; I don't know why but the urge to be female was very strong, almost overwhelming. I am of slight build, slender with a narrow waist and have feminine hips and buttocks, not narrow and small as a man's and I have very little body hair. When I was younger and my parents were away, I would dress up in my mother's clothes and lingerie and this continued throughout my high school years. The feelings I had wearing women's clothing was sensual and I loved pretending to be a female. After graduating high school and going on to college I was able to purchase my own clothing, especially lingerie and hi-heels of my own through the mail since I had my own address at the university. I was able to collect quite a wardrobe of feminine clothing. The first two years in college I lived in a dormitory and had a roommate so I was not able to dress in my female attire as much as I liked. About the only time available to me was on some weekends when my roommate would go home to take his large collection on dirty clothes for his mom to wash for him. He thought that to be a woman's job and was too lazy to do it himself at the local laundry.

Most of the time, on weekends, the dorm was vacated, with few exceptions, and I was left to do as I pleased. Late at night, when I assumed those left in the dorm were asleep, I would take out my locked trunk filled with female clothing and lay out what I was going to wear on the bed. I would bathe and shave my legs and body. I would then powder myself and place my blond pageboy wig on my head. Next, I put on my prettiest bra and breast prostheses. Then came my satin waist cincher with four garters and I would slide on my black stockings and attach them to the garters. My waist cincher cinched my waist to about 28 inches giving me a very cute feminine figure. I would put my cock between my legs, slip on my tight little panties thus hiding my bulge, and then pull on a short slip. I only had a couple of dresses, one a sheath and the other, a full skirt with petticoat. I had three or four blouses of silk and satin. The rest of my female wardrobe consisted of garter belts, bras, panties, stockings and two pair of ankle strap 4" spike heels, two lovely nightgowns and a shoulder length shag cut blond wig. My first time alone in the dorm, I pulled on my pretty red full skirt and white petticoat. Then I slipped on my white satin blouse and finished with a red two-inch wide leather belt and red 4" heels. I brushed out my wig the finished by applying my makeup. I felt wonderfully feminine and wished I could show myself outside the dorm. There were occasions when I did go outside attired as a coed and my first time was indeed frightening and very stimulating. I was so very nervous and afraid someone would see me; part of me hoping no one would see me and the female part hoping someone would. I had no idea what I would do if I were discovered. The feelings inside me at that time were thrilling and arousing. The female consciousness in me was overwhelming so I decided to risk getting caught and leave my dorm room. I opened the door and, seeing no one, ventured out into the hallway. The sound of my hi-heels on the tile floor sounded so loud to me I thought surely I would be heard and discovered. My knees were shaking; I was so nervous. Carefully, I walked down two flights of stairs to the doors, which lead to the outside. I could see no movement or cars anywhere, so I went out, into the night, my heart beating wildly with apprehension and dread. Taking a few deep breaths, I continued to walk away from the relative safety of the dorm, my skirt swaying prettily as I moved. I felt wonderfully sexy and truly feminine. The range of emotions within me was extraordinary. Luckily, no one ever spotted me; at least I don't think anyone ever saw me. I continued to do this whenever I felt it safe for a couple of years while living in the dormitory. As far as I know, I was never seen or even suspected of being a transvestite. My third year, however, was to be different. I was pledged to a fraternity and after one semester, I was voted into the frat.

I moved from the dormitory and into one of the attic rooms on the third floor of the fraternity house. This was a large room where four "brothers" lived. My female clothes stayed in my locked trunk next to my bed. Several months passed before I was able to wear my clothes and I missed not being able to do so and I wished I had not moved into that house. A long holiday was coming up and most everyone would be leaving the campus for the spring break. The second day into the holiday, I was alone in the house so I decided to dress up and enjoy myself as a female. I had recently purchased a very pretty black satin with red trim corselet and wanted very much to try it on. I bathed and shaved myself taking my time and relaxing in the hot tub. I powdered myself and sprayed on some sexy cologne. I put on my wig and my new undies along with my breast prostheses then slid on my stockings and black nylon thong panties. Lastly, I slipped on my black 4" hi-heels. As I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, I thought of myself a real woman and felt as one, wishing I were a woman not a transvestite. I walked around the room feeling my body move in my luscious new corselet loving every minute of it. I then decided to walk downstairs and throughout the house, maybe even watch some television in the downstairs lounge. I went into the kitchen, fixed myself a drink and went into the lounge and turned on the TV and was really enjoying myself when I was frightened out of my wits. The front door opened and I heard to voices of two men coming in. There was no place I could go since there was only one exit from the lounge and that was into the main hallway near the front door. I stood up not knowing what to do when the two "brothers" walked into the lounge. They were very surprised at what they saw and it took them a few seconds to realize who this young woman really was. They looked at each other and smiled and then both walked toward me and grabbed me by the hands and, without saying a word, led me upstairs to their room. They sat me on one of the beds and began to undress. They were both completely nude when they pulled me up and turned me around to face the bed. They pulled off my panties and made me bend over the side of the bed, telling me not to move. They placed a blindfold over my eyes and spread my legs apart. I could not see what they were doing but could hear them laughing. Suddenly, I felt a hard and slippery cock between the cheeks of my ass. To my horror, I knew what they were intending to do to me. The first boy found my hole and slowly working his hard cock into my anus. It was so painful I yelled out but to no avail as they continued to rape me. It made no difference how much I screamed since we were the only people in the house. The first boy finally came in me and shot all his juices into my aching hole. The next boy also had his way with me and when each finished they cleaned themselves and told me to get down on my knees and suck them off. Each, in turn, forced his cock into my mouth making me ring their heads and suck them while each pushed his hard cock deeper into my throat. Both ejaculated in my mouth and I was forced to swallow all their warm, salty juices. When they were through with me, they removed my blindfold and told me to put my panties back on. They pushed me back on the bed and told me that from now on I was to be the fraternity's new little "sister" and would be expected to do whatever anyone in the frat told me to do or they would dress me in my lingerie and tie me to the flagpole in the center of the campus for everyone to see. I was so frightened I agreed to do whatever they wished. They even told me that from now on, while in the company of fraternity brothers, on campus or in the house, my name would be "Rachael Anne." While I lived in the house, I would continue to dress as a female. Upon returning to the house after classes, I was to change my clothes and dress completely as a woman. I had to agree to what they demanded since I could not bear the ordeal and public humiliation with which they threatened me. A few days later, the boys brought two coeds to the house to see me and watch me dress. The girls, Jamie and Miranda, agreed to teach me proper makeup and supply me with a number of outfits from miniskirts to a full-length formal gown and various pieces of lingerie. My secret had been kept from the other fraternity brothers until the girls could complete my transformation into a she-male mascot or little sister. The first outfit I was to wear when I was to appear before the fraternity was a little red leather miniskirt, white satin blouse and a two-inch wide leather belt along with black stockings and my red ankle strap 4" hi-heel shoes. To start, the girls helped me select a beige nylon and lace seamless cup bra and waist cincher with garters. I slid on my black nylon stockings and attached them to the garters after which I pulled on a pair of black string bikini panties. My breast prostheses were large and gave me a size 38C cup. I pulled on my miniskirt; blouse and belt then slipped into my heels and buckled the straps around my ankles. Next, they lightly applied my makeup and lipstick, placed my little wig on my head and gave me gold hoop earrings, slave bracelets and placed a wide gold neck chain around my neck. Finally, they fitted long sculptured fingernails on my fingers and applied bright red fingernail polish on them. "Rachael Anne, you are now ready to go public, at least in the house, for right now. We have to see how you are going to do in front of other people. You are so pretty we may enter you into the 'Miss Fraternity' contest coming up in a few weeks," said Miranda as she leaned over and kissed me lightly. We will teach you everything you need to know to become a beautiful woman." "Come Rachael", she said, "we have to go downstairs and show you off, it's time for your debut, my darling little coquette." Miranda and Jamie escorted me downstairs to the awaiting boys who had only been told they had a new "little sister." Having worn 4" hi-heels for some time I could easily walk in them and felt comfortable in hi-heels and had developed a cute feminine gate as I walked in them. I adore hi-heel shoes and hope to get even higher heels in the future, 5" or even 6" heels. As we approached the last flight of stairs that led into the main hallway, we stopped and the top of the stairs and several boys standing at the foot of the stairs turned to watch us. They smiled and some laughed. I think some of them did not recognized me at first thinking I was a real girl. It did not take them long to realize who and what I was, but they knew I appeared as a very pretty young coed. I was taken into the lounge and was placed in the center of the room where all who wished could look at me closely and touch me. Some placed their hands on my rear-end while others fondled my breasts. One of the boys brought out two pair of two-inch wide leather cuffs and placed them on my wrists and ankles and locked them with small padlocks and then placed a three-inch wide leather collar around my neck and locked it in place. "Rachael Anne, you are to wear these at all times while living in the fraternity house. They will remind you who and what you are and what your obligations are to the men of this fraternity. You are a slave and will be treated as such if you disobey or displease anyone." "Your first chore, Rachael, will be to serve drinks to all that want them," he said. Obediently, I took drink orders from several of the boys and retired to the kitchen to prepare them. When I finished, I placed the drinks on a tray and returned to the lounge where I served them. I had to stand and wait for them to finish or refresh a drink occasionally before cleaning up the lounge and being allowed to return to my room. All my belongings had been moved to smallest room in the house but my clothing had been neatly placed in the closet and a dressing table and mirror had been brought into the room and my makeup neatly placed on the table. Jamie had brought me a beautiful long pink nylon and lace nightgown and negligee and had laid it out on the bed along with a pair of 3" heel bedroom slippers. I removed my clothing and jewelry, leaving only my bra, panties, stockings, wig, wrist and ankle cuffs and collar. I slipped on my nightgown and went to bed. About 2AM the next morning, I heard the door of my room open and could see a tall figure enter the room. It was one of the fraternity brothers who wanted to have me. I had to obey or suffer the threatened humiliation. He approached my bed, reached down, unlocked my collar, and removed it. "Rachael, you will do as I say and you will not cry out," he said, "now put on some lipstick." I turned on the lamp over my bed and went to my dressing table where I nervously put on some fresh lipstick and cologne. I returned to the bed where he was laying, naked. I slowly removed my nightgown and walked to the bed. He moved to one side on the bed allowing me to climb in, telling me to also remove my panties, which I did. He lay on his back, his hard cock, about eight inches long, standing straight up. I climbed onto the bed between his legs, leaned forward, and began kissing his nipples and chest, moving slowly downward toward his cock. He began to moan lightly. As I kissed him, I held his cock with one hand stroking it with my long fingernails. I moved further down toward his throbbing cock. I kissed the head and ringed it with my tongue slowly taking the head into my mouth further and further while sucking it. Shortly, he convulsed and shot his cum deep into my throat and I swallowed all his hot juices. He then told me to turn on my stomach and get up on my knees. He took a gag, put it in my mouth, and tied it tightly in back of my neck. He then took a tube of K-Y jelly and lubricated his cock and put some of the cool slippery stuff around my awaiting anus. He got behind me; with my knees spread apart and I could feel his cock enter between my cheeks. He found my hole and slowly but surely pushed the head of his cock into my hole. He hurt me as he entered me but I could not cry out. He pushed his cock into my hole completely and began to fuck me, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. The pain was dreadful but he kept up for what seemed like an eternity until he shot another load of his cum into me. He withdrew from me, wiped himself clean with a towel, and left the room. I was able to get up and cleaned myself with a warm, wet towel and returned to my bed where I was able to get some sleep before daylight. I hoped that this sort of thing would not happen to me very often but I really had no say in the matter. I felt that I had been raped, and I had. To my surprise, I did not have to give sexual favors to anyone else who wanted to force themselves on me. Over the months my brown hair had grown much longer and was almost shoulder length and I no longer had to wear my wig. On occasion, Miranda and Jamie would come over and style my hair in a very feminine style and I enjoyed wearing it like that. Jamie told me they had decided to enter me in the "Miss Fraternity" Contest coming up in about two months. "We will train you in everything you will need to know to be in the contest," said Miranda, "you will be great." The only problem they saw was my voice but they would help me with that and even that would not be much of a problem since I did not have a deep voice anyway. Applying makeup would also not be a problem since they had taught me a lot about selecting and applying makeup and I had become an expert. The most important thing would be the three outfits I would need to wear. "Don't worry Rachael Anne," Miranda quirked "we will take care of that for you, we will get the prettiest outfits we can find." Clothing in my size was really no problem since I am slight of build and weigh only 130 pounds and only 5' 6" tall. A couple days later Miranda and Jamie showed up at the frat house with two boxes containing my contest ensembles. We went to my room and unwrapped the boxes revealing some really eye-popping outfits. My swimsuit was a silver sequined maillot one-piece bordered in black of nylon and spandex along with matching silver 4" hi-heel pumps and silver dangle hoop earrings. The casual wear outfit was a 16" silver lambskin skirt, white knit cotton sweater with silver metallic stripes at the v-neck and cuffs, a 2 1/2" wide silver grommet belt and silver leather low heel shoes and I could use the same earrings with this outfit. My formal gown was a floor length dark blue sequined tight fitting gown with long sleeves and a high collar and fully nylon lined. The gown had a slit on one side to mid thigh. Shoes were blue satin 5" heel pumps. They also had a lovely pink brocade 22" corset I was to wear with my gown. I removed all my clothes and pulled on the swimsuit and shoes. I slipped my breast prostheses into the suit and they fit perfectly and looked natural. I then put on the dangle earrings. I loved these long earrings; they look great with my long hair. "OK, Rachael Anne," said Jamie, "walk for us and let us see you." I walked down the hall and returned as they watched me. "You've developed a very feminine swing in your walk, Rachael," she said, "you are going to be fine." Next, I tried on the sexy lambskin skirt, sweater, and belt after slipping on a pair of pantyhose. I put on the cute little shoes and was very pleased with these outfits, wishing I could keep them, but they all were very expensive and only on loan. Finally, the girls assisted me into the luscious sequined evening gown buttoning the high collar and zipping it up the back. I slipped into the blue satin heels and a pair of blue Lucite dangle earrings. I walked for the two girls and they were very pleased with me. "After we do your hair and makeup, Rachael, you will be absolutely gorgeous," squealed Miranda with a big smile. I was very excited about entering the contest although at first I was afraid of doing anything like this. Miranda and Jamie had become my friends and they seemed to enjoy being with me and "training" me to be female. I know I enjoyed being with two "sisters." A couple days later, one of the fraternity leaders, Rick, came to my room and informed me that they had arranged a date for me to attend the football game that weekend and also the big dance later that night. My date was one of the pledges who did not know or was aware of me. He had been told that I was the sister of one of the frat members. This proposition scared me but I found myself not worrying about going out with this boy but rather what I was going to wear to the game and dance. I decided to wear my red leather mini-skirt, white satin blouse, wide red leather belt and red 4" pumps to the game and one of the several dresses Miranda and Jamie left with me to the dance afterwards. It is a very pretty light gold tank dress of stretch cotton and spandex covered with hand sewn gold sequins. It had a high neck and back and scooped armholes. Accessories would be gold metallic leather 4" pumps and large gold hoop earrings. Early on the morning of the football game Jamie came over and fixed my hair for me and helped me with my makeup. I was getting excited and was so nervous I could hardly do anything for myself. Jamie laughed and kidded me about this being my "first date." She told me not to worry, that I would do just fine. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and helped clean the house since visitors would be dropping be later after the game. After finishing my chores, I returned to my room and began to prepare for my date. I bathed and shaved my legs and body. I powdered myself and lightly sprayed some sexy smelling cologne on my chest, stomach, and crotch, behind my knees and on my wrists. I then slipped on my white nylon and lace bra and inserted my prostheses. Next, I put on my waist cincher - garter belt and slid on my black stockings, black hi-cut bikini panties along with a short slip. I put on my long sleeve satin blouse and buttoned it, followed by my mini-skirt. I tucked my blouse in my skirt and put my belt around my waist and fastened it. I then put on my heels followed by my earrings, choker necklace, and gold slave bracelets. I freshened my makeup, brushed out my hair a bit, did my nails, and was ready to go. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and was intoxicated with the way I looked. Soon, I was called downstairs and meet my date who had just arrived. I picked up my little red leather clutch purse and went downstairs. Rick introduced us and told my date, Thomas, that I was his sister. Thomas seemed very pleased with what he saw, a very sexy young woman. We left the house and went to his Corvette parked in front. Getting into a Corvette wearing a mini-skirt and hi-heels can be a little difficult but I got in with no problem although my skirt rode up to mid thigh and barely covered the tops of my stockings. We arrived at the stadium and he opened the car door for me and took me by the hand helping me out of the car giving him a quick view of thigh and panty. I looked up at him and smiled. We walked along with the crowd to the stadium gate and noticed several people looking at me. I even felt one hand brush my rear-end while waiting at the gate. That excited me and I wanted more. My cock began to get hard between my legs under my panties. Thank goodness no one could tell. Thomas held my hand as we went through the gate and up to our seats. We enjoyed the game and my nervousness was gone and I truly enjoyed myself knowing everyone who saw me thought of me as female. I still did not know if Thomas would ever be told or would find out for himself who I really was. After the game was over we went back to the car and drove back to the frat house. We parked out front where we sat and talked for a while. Thomas still did not realize what I was. We got along fine and I liked him. As we talked about the dance that night he reached over and put his hand on my knee which I did not tell him to remove as it excited me. I told him that I must go and change clothes and get ready for the evening. He said me he would come by early and take me to dinner before going to the dance. He then leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips before getting out of the car to open the door for me. We stopped at the front door, he put his hands on my hips, and kissed me again and told me he would see me later. I went to my room and began to prepare myself for the night's festivities. Rick came into my room and told me that if Thomas wanted me in the course of the evening that I must let him have his way with me, regardless. I reluctantly agreed but I would try not to encourage him. Rick then left my room. I removed my clothes and climbed into bed and took a short nap. I awoke about 6PM and put on a fresh pair of thong panties and slipped on my gold sequined dress, gold shoes, and accessories. I then freshened my makeup put my lipstick, base, and blush into my purse and was ready to greet my date. Thomas showed up on time and as I walked down the stairs I got several whistles from some of the boys. Thomas' mouth came open when he saw me in this sexy tight fitting dress and I felt wonderful. He took me by the hand and we walked to his 'vette where again he politely opened the door for me. My dress was short and this one also rode up just below the tops of my stockings. I felt very sexy and was full of anticipation of the evening. We went to one of the local restaurants and enjoyed a very nice meal although I ate lightly. Several men in the restaurant watched me throughout the meal and I was very conscious of what they were doing but it didn't bother me. I was thoroughly enjoying being seen as a lovely woman. The meal and conversation were most enjoyable and after about an hour we went to the dance. The music was great and we danced all evening. I enjoyed dancing in heels since I had been wearing hi-heels for years and adored wearing them whenever I could. As we slow danced during the evening Thomas held me tightly and I could feel his cock get hard under his trousers and he would sort of push his knee between my legs rubbing me. What he did not know, was, that my cock was also hard but he could not detect it as it is tightly held between by legs by my panties. When the dance was over we walked hand in hand back to his car, he put his arm around my waist and held me close as we walked. He helped me into his car and we began to drive off but not before he leaned over, put his hand behind my neck and pulled me toward him, kissing me hard and deep on the mouth. Pushing his tongue deep into my mouth he placed his other hand on my knee slowly working his hand up my thigh. I reached down and took his hand coyly keeping him from going any further. "No, not yet," I whispered softly. Still holding his hand, I brought it up to my left breast and held it there. The soft silicone prostheses feel and move like natural breasts and he did not know the difference other than he was massaging a nice firm breast. I turned slightly and put my hand down to his crotch feeling his very hard cock. He reached down and unzipped his trousers and I pulled his cock from his underwear.

Slowly I stroked it with my fingernails causing him to moan. I then wrapped my hand around it and began to work my hand up and down. "Please, Rachael," he said, "please suck me off, please do me now!" This is extremely hard to do in a Corvette, so I told him, "Not here, let's go some place else." We stopped what we were doing and drove to a motel where he got us a room. We went to our room and he hurriedly pulled me along. He began to undress as I pulled my dress over my head. I stood there in bra, garter belt, panties, stockings, and shoes. He took me to the bed and laid me down and climbed on top of me as I spread my legs. He kissed me on my neck, ears, chest and long hard kisses on the mouth made me want to explode. I gently pushed him away and he rolled over on his back. I began kissing him on the chest, biting his nipples, making him moan loudly, as he held my head. I moved further down kissing and licking his stomach and down to his pubic hair. I held his balls and stroked his rock hard penis. I held his cock and lowered my mouth to its head, slowly licking and sucking it. I worked my mouth and tongue until I was able to take the entire length of his cock into my throat. With a load groan he shot his load deep into my mouth and I swallowed all of it. This almost exhausted him and we laid there for several minutes until he reached over and slipped his hand under the waistband of my panties and slowly began to push them down. I wanted to deny him but could not so I let him continue. He pulled my panties down to my ankles and then pulled them off. When he looked up at me, I spread my legs apart and what he saw completely stunned him. He could not believe what he saw.

He was so upset; it was all I could do to calm him. I took him by the hand and returned him to the bed where I lay on my back and brought my knees almost up to my shoulders giving him access to a awaiting hole. I told him to look in my purse and get the tube of K-Y jelly and lubricate his cock and to put some around my hole. Still stunned, but calm, he did as I said.

"Come here, Thomas," I said, "I will show you what to do, it's not much different than a real woman, inside that is what I am anyway. It's not my fault that I have a cock and not a vagina," I said, softly. He slowly mounted me and I guided his cock to my anus and told him to slowly push when I told him to. With his cock in my hand I found my hole and said, "Take me now, Thomas, do me now!" He began to push harder and harder when the head widened my hole and accepted him. He pushed more and more of his cock inside me and them began to fuck me faster and harder until with an explosion of cum he shot his load into me. It felt as though he was going to fill my insides. He withdrew from me and reached down and kissed me on the lips. Afterwards, we fell asleep and did not awaken until about 8AM that morning. We awoke, dressed, kissed each other and I told him, "Thomas, please to do not think of me as a male because my foremost desire is to be a woman; I have always wanted to be a woman and I hope that what happened last night you will think of as happening between a man and a woman. This is my first date as a female and I have enjoyed being with you very much." He smiled, taking me by the hand we went to his car so he could return me to the frat house. Upon arriving at the house, again he opened the car door for me and escorted me to the front door where he kissed me lightly and thanked me for an enjoyable but unusual evening. I smiled and went into the house. It was Sunday morning and I wanted to get some sleep. However, Rick had other ideas for me. Miranda had warned me about Rick; she said he could be mean when he wanted to. He grabbed my wrist just as I was about to ascend the stairs and told me not to get too comfortable, that he had laid some new things out for me in my room and I was to put them on and return to him immediately. He released me and I went to my room and saw a number of studded, black leather garments on my bed. The sight and smell of the leather was sensuous but I had not seen garments such as these before. I wanted to try them on but I also hated Rick for what he was doing to me. There was a heavy, silk lined, black leather 13" corset with attached garters, patent leather bra, open back panties, shoulder length gloves, etc. all laid out for me. I removed my shoes, dress, and the remainder of my clothing and sat down at my dressing table with a sigh; I was so tired. All I wanted was to get some sleep. But, that was not to be. I placed the leather corset around my waist and hooked the front busks although someone else would have to lace up the back. Next, I slipped on the smooth leather open back panties and bra and inserted my breast prostheses. About that time, Rick came into my room and told me to stop that he would lace the corset. I turned my back to him with hands on my waist while he pulled and tugged at the laces. When he was through, I was so tightly laced into the corset I could hardly breathe, but my waist measured a mere 22 inches. "Hurry up," he said, "I need you downstairs." I sat down on my bed, slid on my stockings, attached the garters, and then slipped on my black 4" pumps. Looking at myself in the mirror, especially at my tiny waist, was arousing. I was delighted with these garments even though it was Rick who placed them there for me and I did not know why or even where they came from. I put on my makeup, brushed out my hair, and started down the stairs. The feeling of my body moving in the very restrictive corset was sensual. Rick was at the base of the stairs waiting for me. As I reached the bottom steps he grabbed my hand and hurried me into the lounge where several, as many as ten, of the fraternity brothers were waiting. He led me to the center of the room when they brought out some additional leather accouterments for me to wear.

They sat me down in a straight back chair and told me to put on the new pair of boots. These were thigh length red and black patent leather boots with 6" spike heels which I pulled on and two of the boys laced me into them. I had never walked in 6" heels before and wasn't sure I could do it, but the tight lacing at the ankles gave me additional support. When they finished, I was told to stand, which I did, although a little shaky at first. They placed the wrist and ankle cuffs on me and locked them. Then they placed a lined leather hood over my head and laced it up the back. The full hood had only a hole for the mouth to which was attached a 3" round tube that went into my mouth keeping it open wide at all times, therefore making it impossible for me to speak. It had no ear holes and the eye openings could be left open or covered if they desired, and two nostril holes. The mouth opening could be left open and most anything could be inserted into the wearer's mouth. After fitting the hood on my head, they attached the 3" studded leather collar around my neck, buckled, and locked it severely restricting any head movement. Finally, they placed a chain around my waist and attached the two ends to the D rings on my wrist cuffs. I could barely move my arms and was completely helpless, almost totally encased in leather. Rick attached a leash to my collar and paraded me around the room and throughout the ground floor of the house while everyone watched. He unlocked my hands from the chain and led me into the dining room where he had thrown a rope through the door transom where it awaited me. He looped the rope thru the D rings on my wrist cuffs and pulled it taut stretching my hands and arms above my head. He had one of the other boys latch the D rings on my ankle cuffs together tightly binding my legs. Rick then reached up and closed the leather patches which covered the eye openings on my hood. With that action, I could neither see, speak, nor move. I was completely helpless. I did not know why they were doing this to me, no one would tell me anything. From the noise in the dining room, I knew that everyone was seated and were having their morning meal. I didn't know who all was in the room but it sounded as though it was more than the ten boys I originally confronted in the lounge. I heard muffled talking and laughter, but because of the tight fitting hood, I could not understand what was being said. I must have hung there for about 30 minutes; I had no way of knowing. Suddenly, someone untied the rope and lowered my hands and loosened my feet. Leaving my eyes covered so I could not see, someone took hold of my leash and pulled me into another room; I assumed we had returned to the lounge. I felt clumsy walking in the 6" heel boots and, having my hands restrained, it was difficult to keep my balance. When we got to the other room, I was forced to my knees. Someone took my hands and pulled my arms behind me. They attached my wrist cuffs to each ankle cuff and then attached a long leather strap to the D ring on my hood to each ankle and pulled it tight. This firmly held my head back as far as my 3" collar would allow which was not far but it kept me from bending my head forward. Shortly I could feel that someone was standing directly in front of me. I felt a hand at the back of my head and it felt as though something was being forced into the 3" tube which held my mouth open. Soon, I could feel the head of a cock being pushed deeper and deeper into my throat and being rammed in and out. A load moan and a gush of warm, salty cum shot deep into my throat. I had to swallow it which was very hard since the tube was about two inches inside my mouth holding my tongue down. The rape of my mouth by these bastards was repeated over and over, I soon lost count. Finally, when they were through with me, they released me and left me laying on the floor. After a few seconds I could hear nothing and it seemed that they had all left the house. They had seen fit to release my hands and I was able to open the patches covering my eyes. I could not untie the laces on the back of my hood and I was trying desperately, I had to have some water. The door opened and, to my surprise, it was Jamie and Miranda. They rushed over to me and began releasing me from my terrible bonds. They helped me to my room where they removed the hood, cuffs, and corset. I managed to remove the rest of the garments and Miranda cleaned me up with warm, wet towels while Jamie began packing all my things in my suitcases and some boxes. "We're getting you out of here, Rachael," said Jamie, "we're taking you to our house and promise you Rick and his freak friends won't bother or hurt you any longer." They hurriedly gathered my things, including the leather garments and boots and left the frat house and went to Miranda and Jamie's house. They told me I could use the spare room but I would have to continue dressing as a coed because house rules did not allow any men to live there. I agreed, but told them that I only had a couple of outfits of "normal" clothes. "Not to worry, sweetheart, we will take care of that," said Miranda. I was able to rest for a day or so and was then ready to get back to life as a normal woman. Miranda and Jamie dressed me in a mini-skirt, blouse and flats and we went downtown to a women's apparel shop where I tried on and purchased several nice outfits for everyday wear. We bought everything from lingerie, sweaters, blouses, dresses, skirts shoes, and the necessary makeup. They then took me to the beauty salon where I had a complete makeover and had my hair and nails done. When they were finished, I felt absolutely wonderful. >From then on, I attended classes and campus activities as a female, dressed as a coed and felt very much a pretty young woman and I adored every minute of it. It was a pleasure to walk to classes in a pretty skirt or dress and have the boys look at me and think of me as a female. I had several female friends and they all knew about me and that trust made me feel like a genuine woman. They trusted me and I trusted them. My relationship with roommates Miranda and Jamie was marvelous. We studied together, worked together, went out together, shopped together, and became very close friends. I truly enjoyed shopping the various women's wear shops; none of the sales persons ever realized or at least, let on, that I was not female. Early in the first semester of my last year at the university, the housemistress came to me and told me she knew who and what I was. I was terrified that she would tell the dean and I would be kicked out of school. She told me that she would remain silent but that I had to do something for her in order for me to remain in the house and more importantly, remain a female. "The house needs a maid, Rachael Anne, and I need a personal body servant, a slave, if you will," she said, "you will do nicely my dear, as long as you do as I say and do not displease me you will be safe here and I will not betray you to the university. Tomorrow I will outfit you with the necessary apparel suitable for a maidservant," she said, smiling. I slept little that night; I was anxious and frightened, not knowing what was in store for me. I had never had a mistress and I did not know what to expect. Many bizarre thoughts went through my head during the night. The next day was Saturday and everyone, except me, had gone for the weekend. I awoke about 8 AM, bathed, shaved my legs, body and face, and put on my makeup and some sweet cologne. I put on my bra, panties, garter belt, black stockings, a cute little white mini-skirt, and a pretty pink blouse along with my large gold hoop earrings. As I was slipping on my heels, the door opened and the housemistress walked in carrying a box. "Good morning, Rachael Anne, I have some things you will be required to wear as my maidservant and slave. Your training as a maidservant will begin today," she said. "First of all, my darling, from now on you will call me Mistress Linda or Mistress when that is appropriate," she said firmly, "You will do as I command and you will become completely subservient to me. You will also attend, if I so desire, the other women in this house." She then directed me to slowly remove my skirt, blouse, and panties while she watched. Reaching into the box she pulled out a lovely 13" pink brocade corset and told me to stand. She placed the corset around me and hooked the front busks. After adjusting the corset to my body, she pulled the back lacing tighter and tighter until it had reduced my waist to about 22 inches. My lovely corsets are very restricting and keep my posture erect causing my bending or bowing to be done from the hips not the waist. I had never had a corset this tight before and it was a little difficult to breath at first, but the feeling of being tightly laced into a corset is extraordinary. "Rachael Anne, you will wear a corset at all times, it is part of your uniform and a significant part of your discipline as a slave-girl," she said. She then handed me a pair of red patent double ankle strap 5" spike heels which I immediately slipped onto my feet and buckled the straps. The double ankle straps shoes are designed to keep one's feet well arched. "Stand, Rachael, I want to see how you look." "Yes Mistress," I replied. She walked around me, observing, but saying nothing. "Spread your legs, Rachael, bend over and hold your ankles, do not move until I tell you," she ordered. I slowly bent over, although somewhat difficult in my corset, and held on to my ankles. I had no idea what was going to happen to me. Suddenly, I felt something cool and slippery between the cheeks of my ass. She had a penis shaped dildo which she proceeded to slowly thrust into my anus. Once it had entered my hole completely, she told me to straighten up. "This is also part of your training; I have inserted into you a 6" dildo which is designed to remain inside you until I remove it. It cannot enter you any further, but you will wear this at all times to train your ass to accept whatever I consider appropriate. Now, slip on your panties and walk for me, my darling little slave-girl." As I nervously walked around the room, I could feel the dildo moving inside me with each step I took. It was a strange but seductive feeling, although walking in my new 5" heels was a little difficult at first but I quickly became accustomed to them. "Rachael, you will soon become very proficient in wearing these and even higher heeled shoes. I have 6-inch heels along with 7 inch and even 8-inch platform shoes which you will wear during your training. I also have 9-inch ballet shoes which I use for disciplinary purposes since I can lock the ankle strap preventing you from removing them. These shoes are almost impossible to walk in, but prove very satisfactory for disciplinary purposes." She then ordered me to remove my bra; the white bra I was wearing was not suitable. She handed me a black stretch satin and lace bra which I slipped on and inserted my breast prostheses. Next she handed me a very short black satin maid's uniform with frilly white lace cuffs and sewn-in, very full petticoat. The little uniform also had white lace ruffles in the back of the skirt which covered my rear-end. I stepped into the uniform and Mistress Linda zipped up the back and adjusted it to my shoulders. She then tied a little white satin apron around my waist and placed a white and black lace maid's cap on my head. "This will be your uniform while you are in this house, Rachael," she said, "you will put on your uniform and heels whenever you return from your classes and you will remain in the house until it is time to go to your next day's classes. You may leave the house only with my permission. If you do, you will be severely punished. While you are in this house you will carry out the duties of a lowly maidservant and will be at my beckoned call. However, there is one more thing you will be required to wear as part of your training, my dear." She brought out four 2" wide black leather wrist and ankle cuffs which she placed on me and locked, then a 3" wide heavy leather collar which she placed around my neck, laced and locked it in the back. "Now, my darling," she said, "your makeover is complete, come with me and I will show you your duties." She then attached a small chain to my collar and led me from my room. She took me downstairs and into the living room where she sat down on the large sofa. "Bring me a cup of coffee, Rachael Anne, black," she said as she removed the chain from my collar. "Yes Ma'mselle, right away," I replied, curtseying obediently. I walked to the kitchen, feeling my body move in the corset and feeling the dildo move inside my anus as I took each step. I prepared Mistress's coffee and returned to the living room. Bending slightly from the waist in front of her, I handed her the coffee then asked, "Is there anything else I may get for you, Ma'mselle ?" "Not now," she said softly, "but I want you to stand in the middle of the room so I can see you, my darling. Also, Rachael Anne, you are not to look at me in the eye, you are to keep your eyes lowered in my presence and you may look at me only when you are spoken to." Lowering my head as much as my collar would allow, I spoke softly, "Yes Mistress, I will obey." Finishing her coffee, she said to me, "Rachael, take these to the kitchen, clean them and return them to the cabinet where they belong. When you are through, wait here for me, I will return shortly." "Yes Mistress," I replied as I curtseyed. I finished my work in the kitchen and returned to the living room where I stood waiting for Mistress Linda to return. In about 30 minutes, she walked into the room wearing nothing but a red satin garter belt, long black stockings and a pair of thigh length red patent leather 5" heel boots. Her breasts were ample and perfectly formed with beautiful pink nipples; her hips were slender, accented by her very small waist. She paused, reached behind her head, and untied a ribbon in her hair letting her beautiful auburn hair falls. Shaking her head from side to side, it cascaded over her lovely smooth, milky white shoulders. She then walked over to me and ordered me to put my hands behind my back. When I did, she attached my wrist cuffs together. She said nothing as she walked to the large lush couch and sat down. "Come here my darling Rachael Anne," she commanded as she seductively spread her legs, "kneel before me." Her pubic hair was almost the same color as her hair and I could not keep my eyes off her as I got nearer and kneeled down in front of her. "Closer, my darling, closer." "Cleanse me, Rachael Anne, with your tongue." she said as she reached down and parted the lips of her luscious vagina. As I got closer to her pussy, her scent was so sweet, I licked her pussy until it was soaked with her juices and mine. I nibbled on her clit and she moaned loudly, holding my head tightly to her delicious hole. I plunged my tongue into her as far as it would go cleansing the walls of her vagina. Suddenly, she let out a low, throaty groan as she climaxed, her juices flowing as her entire body trembled with pleasure. She softly pushed me away and told me to prepare a warm, wet towel and clean the juices from her thighs. I got up, with her assistance, since my hands were still bound behind me, and she unlocked my wrist cuffs. I went into the bathroom and brought back the warm wet towel and proceeded to softly and gently wipe her clean. I slowly patted her dry as she lay on the sofa, moaning faintly as I went about my work. Soon after, she got up and instructed me to clean the house as she was to have a guest tonight and for me to prepare myself for the evening. When I finished with my house duties, she removed my locked cuffs and corset and I was to bath and shave my body again. I cleaned and dusted until everything was done and I went to my room and removed my clothing after Mistress released me from my cuffs and collar. I took a long hot bath, shaved my body completely again, including my pubic hairs. I slowly dried myself and realized that her dildo was still inside me, I had almost forgotten. I sprayed my entire body with a delicious smelling cologne and sat at my dressing table waiting for Mistress Linda to prepare me for the evening. She entered the room wearing a black demi-cup bra, black thong panties, black satin garter belt, black stockings, and 6" pumps. She expertly applied my makeup and teased my hair. "Now," she said, "put on your garter belt and stockings then stand so I may lace you into your corset." I put the garter belt around my waist, slid on my black stockings, attached the garters, and slipped on my heels. Then I picked up my corset, placed it around my torso and hooked the busks. Mistress again tightly laced the garment almost taking my breath away. "Now your bra," she said "then your little maid's uniform." Afterwards, she placed the satin apron around my waist, tied it in back, and then she placed the little maid's cap on my head. "Perfect, little one, but do not forget you must wear your wrist and ankle cuffs and your collar, especially your collar," she quipped as she proceeded to place them on me. Then she had me bend over so she could see for herself the dildo was still in me. "Now put on your panties, Rachael Anne, and come with me; you will dress me and help prepare me for my guest this evening." In her beautiful bedroom, she told me to draw a hot scented bath for her while she undressed. She came into the bathroom in all her delicious nakedness, stepped into, and then lowered herself into the hot bath water. "Bath me, darling Rachael," she said. I took the bath sponge and slowly applied it to her body. I lightly wiped her breasts as she cooed softly, then to her back. She stretched out her long perfect legs and I soothed them as well. "Wash me here, Rachael, gently, "she said. "Oui, Ma'mselle," I replied as I put my hand down into the water between her legs to her bush and caressed her pubic mound, slowly moving my hand. She grabbed my wrist and guided my finger into her hole. She worked my finger around inside her. "Faster," she groaned, "Ohhh, Rachael Anne, please, faster." She moaned loudly and climaxed, but she held my hand to her luscious pussy. She laid back and soaked in the warm scented water for a while before she told me to assist her out bathtub. I dried her off with a large towel, patting her softly. "Come, Rachael, I want you to assist me as I dress, my guest tonight is very special, he is my master as I am yours," she said. In her bedroom she brought out an unusual patent leather belt. The belt itself was 2" wide, red patent leather with two 1" straps about three inches each side of the front center. These two straps angled down toward a red patent leather heart shaped piece which covered the pubic mound and from there another 1" strap from the point of the red heart through the crotch between the cheeks where two more straps were attached which then connected to the main belt. It was sort of like a pair of leather bare bottom bikini panties, only these could be buckled and locked in the back like a chastity belt, and I guess that is what it really was. It was joined together with rivets.

Mistress Linda stepped into the belt and pulled it to her waist. "Buckle the belt, Rachael, firmly," she said. I pulled it tightly, but not too tightly, around her waist. When I finished, she turned and the beautiful red leather heart was covering her Venus mound and crotch. She looked incredible. She then handed me a studded, red patent leather 3" wide collar which I placed around her neck and buckled it. Lastly, I put her large gold earrings on for her and she was done. "Now, darling, we will go to the living room and wait," she said. Shortly, a knock came at the door and Mistress told me to see who it was. I opened the door and there stood a man, about six feet tall, light brown hair, blue eyes and dressed in a nice suit. "Good evening, Rachael Anne, I have heard of you today from your Mistress," he said, "I am her Master Jonathan and also yours, take me to her, now." "Yes, Master," I said nervously, "please follow me, I will take you to her. "Mistress Linda was standing in the center of the living room wearing nothing but her "chastity belt" and collar with her hands clasped behind her and her head lowered. "Very nice, Linda, very nice, but I have something else for you tonight," he smirked, "Rachael Anne, place these on Linda wrists, ankles and head." He handed me two pair of red leather 2 " wide restraints which I placed on Mistress Linda's wrists and ankles. Then he gave me an apparatus which fitted over Mistress Linda's head with adjustable straps which covered her mouth and eyes then over the top of her head and all buckled in back. There were several D rings attached to the hood-like device. My Mistress could not speak nor see what was going to happen to either of us. I was nervous, excited and frightened all at the same time. My rock hard cock between my legs was throbbing and I felt the dildo in my anus move with each movement I made. Master Jonathan moved behind Mistress Linda, pulled her arms back, and attached her wrist restraints together. He then took her to a stool and sat her down. "Rachael," he ordered, "lace her into these." I was handed a pair of red patent leather thigh length 6" hi-heel boots which laced up the front. Since she was not wearing stockings, I powdered her legs so they may go on over her legs more smoothly. Mistress Linda could not assist me since her hands were shackled behind her but I finally got them on her and began to lace them. "Lace them tightly, Rachael," he said. "Yes Master." It took me a while to finish lacing these beautiful and sexy boots. When I finished, Master Jonathan told me to get up and help Mistress Linda stand. I held Mistress by the shoulders and helped her stand up; she was incredible in her outfit. "Now, bring her along," he ordered, as he attached a small chain to her collar, "follow me." As I followed Master Jonathan and leading Mistress Linda, I kept looking at her to make sure she was alright and watched as her breasts quiver and move with each step. We were taken to the attic which I thought had just been used for storage but it was not. It was more of a dungeon. I got scared and anxious for my Mistress because I did not know what was going on or what was to happen to her or me. Jonathan placed Mistress directly under a chain and pulley hanging from the ceiling beam. He then attached a three-foot metal bar to her ankle cuffs spreading her legs apart. We laid her on the carpeted floor and attached the chain to the bar. He then pulled the chain hoisting her up as I held her until she was hanging completely upside down with her head about three feet above the floor. He ordered me to remove the strap around her mouth and her chastity belt. "Rachael, remove your panties," he said. I slipped off my panties; he took me by the arm and led me to Mistress Linda. "Stand right there, do not move," he said as he adjusted the chain so Mistress Linda's mouth was the same height as my cock and my mouth was at her crotch. The fragrance of Mistress's beautiful pussy was exciting. Master Jonathan guided Linda's head to my crotch and told her to open her mouth and take my cock completely. Then he took a long leather strap and strapped us tightly together at our waists. Next I was ordered to lick Mistress Linda's vagina. With my face buried in Mistress's cunt he pulled my arms in front of me, around Mistress Linda and fastened my wrist restraints together. My story continues...

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