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I arrived at college without a clue as to what I wanted to do
with my life. It drove my father nuts. He and my mother and my
two older brothers were all very focused, like they were born
knowing just what they were going to do. My father certainly
didn't understand me but, because I was a girl, he expected that
my mother would. She didn't understand me either, which wasn't
surprising because I didn't understand me. She used to look at
me and say, "Rita . . ." Then she'd just shake her head and say,
"Never mind."
I was a good student but not outstanding in any way. The same
with sports, I was pretty good but not good enough for the
college team. I played club soccer and basketball and had fun
because there was no pressure. As for looks, again I was in the
middle of the pack, pretty but not outstanding in any way. I
wore my black hair short and I was boyishly pretty. I had a nice
figure and slim, pretty legs.
I majored in history because I couldn't think of anything else.
I briefly considered English but I'd heard too many stories about
English majors who wound up waiting tables. History probably
wasn't a great choice from a career prospective but at least it
wasn't English. By the time my senior year rolled around I still
hadn't decided what I was going to do. I briefly considered grad
school but my father informed me that the money tap had been
turned off. I was on my own after graduation. I wanted to
travel and see the world and I wanted to have fun. I wanted sex.
Lots of good, hard sex.
I'd given up my virginity at the age of fifteen and sex had been
an important part of my life since then. I liked it often and
after I got to college I learned to like it hard. It began in my
freshman year. I went to a party and met this guy that really
turned me on. He was a junior and lived in an off-campus
apartment. We left the party and went back to his place. I was
leaning over the sofa and he was fucking me doggy-style when his
roommate's came in. When Craig finished with me his roommates
were ready and waiting.
Craig barely got out of the way before one of his roommates slid
his cock into my wet, dripping cunt. The other guy walked around
the sofa, and shoved his cock into my mouth. I didn't suck his
cock, he fucked me in my mouth, warning me not to let my teeth
touch his cock. "If you do, I'll slap the shit out of you!" I
was very careful and when he came in my mouth I swallowed every
drop. I stayed all night and each of them fucked me at least
once more. The only time I refused anything was when one of them
wanted to do me in my ass. Later, back in my dorm, taking a
shower, I admitted to myself that I was a slut. I was discreet
because I didn't want to be know as the campus slut and I got
through to graduation with my reputation intact.
In my senior year I attended the job fairs held on campus and
had a couple of interviews but nothing looked promising. I
wanted travel and adventure and hot, hard sex. Not many jobs
offer all of that. Then, as I was leaving an interview, someone
pushed a flyer into my hand. I almost threw it away but I held
onto it and when I got outside I stopped to read it. It had
'Stanton Academy For Young Ladies' across the top in bold letters
and I nearly threw it away right then but I read on. Stanton
Academy, located in the U.K., offered to train young women in the
erotic arts. Wow. I read on. Basically, they offered training
for young women who wanted to become high- class whores or who
wanted to snag a rich husband. They didn't seem to distinguish
between the two. They had a website where you could apply. I
folded the flyer and tucked it into my pocket.
One thing led to another and on the 13th of July I flew to
London where I was met by a woman named Joan, an attractive
blonde in her early thirties. I was wearing a sundress and
sandals. The sundress was short, purposely chosen to show off my
legs which, after all, are my best feature. My tits are small,
but nice, but I can't go around topless. Joan insisted that we
have a cup of tea at the airport before we began the long drive
up to the school. I didn't realize that the purpose of the tea
was to slip me a sedative that would put me to sleep to keep me
from knowing the location of the school.
Joan was driving a fairly new Jaguar. My bag went into the
trunk, or boot as she called it, and we got in. I was starting
to feel sleepy by then and I attributed it to fatigue from the
long flight. Joan reminded me to fasten my seatbelt but made no
move to start the car. Instead, she reached over and put her
hand on my thigh. I blinked sleepily as she stroked my thigh,
pushing my dress as high as she could. It was a pleasant feeling
but I was a little nervous because I'd never made it with another
woman. I pushed her hand away but she shook her head and said,
"Don't do that, Rita. Be a good girl or I'll have to spank you."
She began stroking my thigh again and I closed my eyes, too
tired to protest again. A moment later I felt her tug on my
panties. "Lift up for a moment." I shook my head, eyes still
closed, but she pinched me and I lifted my bottom off the seat
for a moment. She eased my panties down and slipped them off.
She ran the tips of her fingers across my pubic mound and then,
apparently satisfied for the moment, she started the car.
I must have slept for a couple of hours. When I woke we were
well out of London and into the country. Everything was green
fields, narrow winding roads, and quaint villages. Joan saw that
I was awake and smiled. "Have a nice nap?"
I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "Yes, very nice. Where are we?"
She grinned. "Out in the country. We're about 10 minutes from
Stanton but we're going to stop for couple of minutes." A moment
later she turned off onto a narrow dirt track and drove a few
hundred yards, stopping after we'd rounded a curve and were out
of sight of the road. She turned the engine off and released her
seat belt. "We need a final test before I take you to Stanton.
If you pass we'll go on. If you fail you'll go home on the next
flight."
"What kind of test?"
She smiled. "Take off your dress and sandals."
I hesitated for a moment and then I kicked my sandals off while
releasing my seat belt. I leaned forward and reached back to
unzip my dress. I stopped and glanced at her. She nodded
encouragingly and said, "At Stanton you'll be taught to satisfy
women as well as men so don't be shy about stripping in front of
me."
I shrugged and slipped my dress off. She reached over and
stroked my thigh for a moment. "Very nice. You have a very nice
body, Rita. Please get out of the car." She was opening her
door as she spoke so I knew she wasn't going to abandon me. I
opened my door and got out.
Joan came around to the passenger side and slipped her arms
around me. She rubbed my back with both hands and then ran them
down my back and cupped my buttocks. At the same time, she
pressed her lips against mine and I felt her tongue probing,
seeking entrance. I opened my mouth and her tongue darted in.
At the same time, I allowed her to pull my body against hers.
The kiss lasted for a full minute at least and left me
thoroughly aroused. Then Joan released me and stepped back. She
pointed to a nearby tree and said, "Go wait under that tree. I'll
be with you in a moment." I turned and trotted away. The sun
was warm on my nude body and my breasts bounced gently as I ran.
I was ready for sex but what I got was a whipping.
Joan opened the trunk of the car and rummaged around inside for
a few moments. When she came toward me she was carrying a leather
strap, a set of leather cuffs, and a length of rope. I was
scared but I just stood there and allowed her to fit the cuffs
around my wrists and fasten them together, in front of me, with a
spring clip.
"I'm going to give you a good spanking with this strap. One
reason is to show you what discipline will be like at Stanton.
Another is to see how you take pain. If you prefer not to submit
then I'll release you and drive you back to London. What do you
say?"
I stood there and thought about it. I thought about the sex,
the travel, the rich men I'd meet. Stanton would manage me and
take 20% of my earnings for 10 years. If I married well my
husband would have to pay Stanton a specified amount. Joan had
told that no man had ever balked at the requirement. "No man
who's had a Stanton woman will settle for less in the future.
Many of our graduates are quite rich. And very grateful."
Finally, after a minute or two, I shrugged and said, "Go ahead
and spank me." Joan fastened one end of the rope through a ring
on each cuff and tied it off. She threw the other end of the
rope over a convenient limb and pulled on it until my hands were
up over my head. She didn't pull too hard before tying the rope
off around the trunk of the tree but she got me up on my toes.
I have a high threshold for pain. I discovered that when I broke
my nose playing basketball and later when I broke my arm during a
soccer game. I grunted softly when Joan brought the strap down
across my buttocks but otherwise I didn't react. She'd given me
six or seven strokes without hearing more that a grunt so she
really began to lay it on hard. The grunts changed to whimpers
of pain. My butt felt like it was on fire and I began to cry.
She swung the strap harder, catching me across the tops of my
thighs, where the skin is soft and tender. I screamed for the
first time on the twentieth stroke. She stopped for a moment and
stuffed my wadded-up panties into my mouth to gag me. She
continued the whipping as I screamed into the gag. She stopped
after thirty. I was sobbing, and tears were streaming down my
cheeks.
I was drenched with perspiration. Joan stepped up beside me and
rubbed my belly. "Do you want me to stop?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Yes!" My reply was muffled by the
gag but I was nodding vigorously.
She smiled. "Do you think you can take three more? One across
your tits, one across your belly, and on across the front of your
thighs?"
I wanted to shake my head and say no but I closed my eyes and
nodded. The first stroke was across my thighs and while it hurt
it wasn't too bad. The next one caught me across my tits. I was
expecting it across my belly and she caught me by surprise. I
arched my back and screamed as the pain shot through my tits.
The final stroke across my belly made me scream but it was
nothing like the one I'd taken across my tits.
I stood there sobbing while she stroked my belly, buttocks, and
thighs and fondle my tits. Despite the pain I was soon quite
aroused. "Do you want to come?" I nodded eagerly, tears still
running down my cheeks. Joan slipped her hand between my legs
and masturbated me to orgasm. It was quite intense and
thoroughly enjoyable.
She untied the rope after my orgasm but left the cuffs on and
told me to leave the panties in my mouth. She walked me back to
the car and when I was seated she fastened the seat belt. She
threw the whip and the rope in the boot and slammed it shut.
When she got into the car she had a collar and leash she'd taken
out of the boot. She put the collar around my neck and adjusted
it so that it was snug. Then she snapped the leash onto the
collar and dropped the trailing end into my lap. I rode the rest
of the way to Stanton nude, collared, and cuffed.
Stanton was housed in a magnificent old mansion surrounded by a
high stone wall. The gates opened when Joan pushed a button on
the dash. When we were inside they automatically closed behind
us. We drove up a long winding drive to the main house. A dozen
young women in school uniforms were scattered around the lawn in
front of the house. They were all attractive and fit and
represented several different races. I saw one African girl and
a couple of Asians. The rest were Caucasian - some blondes, some
brunettes, and one redhead.
They watched with idle curiosity as Joan unfastened the spring
clip and refasten it with my hands behind my back before leading
me inside. Obviously the sight of a nude, cuffed woman wasn't
all that unusual at Stanton.
When we entered we were in a reception area. A young woman
wearing the uniform of a student was sitting behind a small but
elegant desk. Joan led me over and said, "Alicia, this is Rita.
She's new. I'll leave her with you while I talk to Mr. Samms."
Joan turned to me and said, "Obey Alicia as you would me. If you
misbehave you'll be punished." I just nodded since I still had
my panties in my mouth.
Joan walked away and disappeared through a door on the far side
of the room. Alicia smiled and said, "Come around the desk and
kneel down beside me." I obeyed and she immediately pulled my
panties out of my mouth, refolded them, and stuffed them into my
vagina. "What's your name?"
My first attempt to speak ended in a croak because my throat was
dry. Alicia produced a bottle of water and held it for me so I
could take a drink. "Rita."
She smiled. "Oh, an American! Jolly good." She cupped my tits
and when I made to pull away she slapped me. "Don't pull away.
Sooner or later everyone here is going to have you and
vice-versa. Relax and enjoy it. Unless you enjoy pain." The
slap hadn't been too hard but hard enough to sting. I kept my
mouth shut. She caressed my cheek for a moment. "I love pain.
I love feeling it and I love giving it. Don't fuck with me."
She smiled dreamily as she cupped my tits. "Maybe Miss Joan will
let me whip you later."
'How long have you been here?"
She squeezed my tits gently. "Five months. I graduate in a
month. I'm going to a brothel in Paris that specializes in
pain." She pinched my nipples and I whimpered in pain. She
continued to fondle and torment me until Joan reappeared and took
up my leash.
I followed Joan up a flight of stairs to a large open room
filled with cots. Each cot had a mattress and a pillow but no
linens. The mattresses were thin. "The dormitory. Your cot is
number 54. The lavatory is over there. We have 15 showers for
60 girls. You'll sleep nude. In fact, when you're on this floor
you'll be nude at all times. Understand?"
I nodded, "Yes, Miss Joan."
She smiled. "You learn quickly. Good." She led me back
downstairs and turned me over to a nurse. I was given a thorough
physical examination. The nurse, Miss Joy, removed the spring
clip and let me remove my panties from my vagina. I threw them
away. When the exam was over she took my temperature with a
rectal thermometer. Then she gave me an enema. Finally, I was
turned over to a student named Greta, a blonde German girl, who
took me to dinner. It was six p.m. I didn't sit at the table
with the other girls. Greta fastened my cuffs together behind my
back and led me up to the head table where the staff sat. She
put me on my knees between Joan and Mr. Samms, the headmaster.
Joan fed me from her plate, using her fingers. Halfway through
the meal Mr. Samms snapped his fingers and told me to get under
the table and suck his cock. I obeyed, blushing furiously when a
couple of the students giggled. His cock was long and thin and
he came within a minute. He held my head and made me swallow
every drop of cum. When it was over her zipped himself and
glanced at Joan. "Not *too* bad but she needs training. Whip
her later for poor performance."
Joan nodded. "Yes, Mr. Samms." When dinner was officially over
she took me to her quarters and whipped me with the same leather
strap she'd used earlier. I was still sobbing when she summoned
a student and told her to take me to the dormitory. Joan removed
the leash and cuffs and I followed the student, a slender redhead
named Marie, back to the dormitory.
Marie stopped and stripped on the landing outside the dormitory
door. She was French and spoke English with a delightful accent.
She'd only been at Stanton for a month. She had a lovely
slender body - fine legs, a tight little butt, and firm round
tits tipped with puffy pink nipples. I was surprised to see that
she was completely shaved. She smiled at me as she folded her
clothes. "Ever eat pussy?"
I shook my head. "No, never."
She grinned. "Then I'll be your first." She sounded delighted.
She opened the door and ushered me inside. I was stunned by the
sight of nearly sixty naked women sitting or standing, chatting
with one another, reading, or writing a letter. They ranged from
merely attractive, like me, to stunningly beautiful. But all
were fit and had taut, lovely bodies. There was no privacy of
any kind. The showers were communal, fifteen shower heads in one
big room. The toilets were out in the open, no stalls at all.
Same with the bidets.
Marie took me to her bunk, number 31, and put her clothes in the
trunk at the foot of the bunk. "You'll get your uniform
tomorrow. Until then you'll stay nude. It's just as well. If
you had clothes you'd be continually undressing and dressing."
She smiled at my blank look. "Sex. Everyone in her will want to
try you. But I'm first. Get down on your knees."
She sat down on her bunk and I dropped to my knees in front of
her. She was patient and taught me a lot about eating pussy in
the next twenty minutes. Some of my boyfriends had liked going
down on me but being on the receiving end doesn't teach you squat
about doing it yourself. You know what you like but usually you
have no idea how to go about doing it to someone else. At least
I had no idea. I was used to just laying back, moaning with
pleasure while my boyfriend licked me.
It was about 8:00 p.m. when I went to my knees in front of
Marie. My fear and distaste quickly vanished. She smelled good
and tasted good and she moaned appreciatively as I explore the
delicate folds of her cunt with my tongue. Lights out was at
10:00 and everyone had to be in her bunk, face down, when one of
the staff came in for bedcheck. By 10:00 I'd gone down on seven
girls, including Marie. One of them had tasted and smelled awful
but the rest had been pleasant experiences.
I was on my bunk, face down, when bed check started. Two staff
members with flashlights walked up and down the aisles. One was
Joan. She stopped by my bunk and crouched down. "Are youokay?"
I nodded and whispered, "Yes, Miss Joan."
She chuckled. "Good. Now reach back and spread your buttocks."
I obeyed and she lubricated my anus with petroleum jelly before
inserting a butt plug made of hard rubber. "Make sure this stays
in. Someone will check periodically. If it's out you'll be
severely punished. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss Joan."
She patted my shoulder. "Good. I'm going to tie you down so
you stay on your belly." She tied my wrists and ankles to the
frame of the cot. My legs were spread and I felt very
vulnerable. She crouched beside me when she was done and stroked
my back and buttocks until I stopped shivering. "Good girl.
I'll see you in the morning."
Everything was quiet for a good fifteen minutes after Joan and
the other staff member left. Then a group of girls, including
Marie, gathered around my cot. They stroked me and licked me and
kissed me and masturbated me to orgasm after orgasm. I don't
know how long it lasted but it could have been as long as an
hour. Then, suddenly, they were gone and I fell asleep a few
minutes later. It's a good thing I have a strong bladder because
I wasn't freed until six a.m.
In the morning I was untied and allowed to use the bathroom. It
was hard in full view of everyone but when I realized that nobody
was paying any particular attention it got a little easier. After
I watched a cute blonde wipe her ass it go still easier. I
watched her use the bidet and was surprised at how much it
aroused me. The blonde was still in the shower room when I
entered. She beckoned to me and I walked over to her. She poured
some shampoo in her hand and said, "Kneel down and I'll wash your
hair." I got down on my knees and she shampooed my hair and then
applied conditioner. After I stood up she washed my body. Then
she kissed me and said, "I'm going to have you later. I can't
wait." We walked out together and toweled each other dry.
I still didn't have any clothes so I went down and ate breakfast
nude. After breakfast, a student took me to orientation. I
spent an hour there, learning all the rules and shit like that.
Then I was taken to Ms. Hall who outfitted me with two uniforms,
black penny loafers, knees socks, underwear, bras, and sports
clothing. She also gave me a razor, shampoo, soap, toothbrush,
toothpaste, deodorant, etc. etc. etc. Next stop was the school
beauty salon, a two- chair facility where I had my hair cut and
styled and my pubic hair removed with warm wax. The hairdresser,
Ms. Coombs, decided to keep my hair short, because she agreed
that the tomboy look suited me.
I was on my way back to the dorm to put on a uniform before
reporting to Joan when a man stepped out of an office and ordered
me inside. He bent me over a desk and fucked me. I had cum
running down my thighs when I resumed my walk to the dorm. I
showered again and got dressed. I had to admit that I looked
cute and sexy in my uniform. My skirt was short enough to show a
lot of my slender, firm thighs. I'd almost gotten used to being
nude but I thought I looked sexier in the uniform.
The rules at Stanton weren't complicated. Staff members were
gods and goddesses. They could use any student at any time for
almost anything. There were minor restrictions designed to keep
the students from being damaged in any way that would lessen
their market value. Consensual sex between students was
allowable anywhere as long as the students in question were on
their own time. All students had a numbered tag hanging from
their collar. This tag denoted seniority. I was #54 when I
arrived. Your tag number and your bunk number were the same.
At the time #54 was the highest number, denoting that I was at
the bottom of the totem pole. The highest possible number was
#60 since the school could accommodate a maximum of 60 students.
Any student with a lower number could use me sexually as long as
we were on our own time. Any student with a number from 1-10
could also punish, within precise limits, any student with a
higher number.
We were taught how to conduct ourselves in society. We were
taught to speak proper English. We were taught how to walk, how
to talk, and how to dress for every conceivable occasion. We
were taught history, current events, we had to read the classics.
And we were taught sexual techniques - the best ways to please
men and women. In short, we were trained to be courtesans or, if
you prefer, expensive high-class whores.
Any problems exhibited by any of the students were dealt with in
a manner uniquely suited to the problem. My aversion to anal sex
had been noted during one of my interviews. They dealt with it by
having me sleep on my stomach for the first month with a butt
plug in my ass. For the first two weeks I was tied down each
night. After that, if I'd been caught without it inserted I'd
have been caned and since canes terrified me more that taking it
in the ass I never removed a butt plug without permission.
Also, I was fucked in the ass at least once each day. Often, in
front of other students. And each time I was fucked in the ass
it was followed by a session where I was brought to ogasm at
least three times, through intercourse, mastubation, or
cunnilingus. By the end of the month I had learned to tolerate
anal sex and, later on, to enjoy it.
On my second day, while I was sitting in a classroom, listening
to a lecture on ettiquette, Joan came in with a cute guy named
Jim who worked in the fitness center. She made me stand up and
strip. Then four of the girls held me bent over my desk while
Jim fucked me in the ass. I cried in shame as I was greased and
fucked. Afterward, I was masturbated to orgasm by one girl while
two others licked my nipples and fondled my tits. Then they took
turns going down on me. So it's no wonder that after a month of
this kind of treatment I was tolerant of taking it in the ass.
The girl who was #10 when I arrived was Asian, from Hong Kong.
She was a slender beauty with coal-black hair, beautiful
almond-shaped eyes, and smooth copper skin. She only had three
weeks left before she finished but she took a fancy to me and
used me every chance she got. She enjoyed humiliating me and her
favorite thing was to take me into the lavatory and make me
crouch on the floor while she urinated on me, an activity she was
permitted to indulge in according to the rules. One day, when I
refused to kneel and let her piss on my face while my mouth was
open, she filed a complaint with Mr. Samms.
I spent an hour suspended upside-down with a huge punishment
dildo shoved up my ass. The dildo had Ben-Gay smeared on the
tip. I screamed my guts out for the entire hour. My throat was
raw from screaming by the time they let me down. It was the
worst pain I've ever experienced. When I was released I went and
found #10. I stripped naked and went down on my belly in front
of her. Then I licked her feet in submission and begged her to
piss in my mouth. She rolled me onto my back and squatted over
me. I choked and gagged as she pissed into my mouth from a
distance of no more than six inches. When it was over I wanted
to run to the lavatory and throw up. She made me crawl on my
belly. That night, as I lay on my bed, tied down, a dozen or
more girls came and pissed on me. I learned my lesson and never,
ever refused any request, no matter how disgusting because I knew
the alternative would be worse.
I progressed through my training and by the time it was over I
was a well-educated whore. I'd had more sex in six months that
in the seven previous years. I was sent to Paris where I worked
out of a high-class brothel located not far from the Eiffel
Tower. Within three months I was approached by a woman named
Mirelle who wanted me to herself. She negotiated terms with
Stanton and brothel and I became her exclusive property.
As I write this I'm sitting on the fantail of a 150' yacht
anchored in the harbor at Cannes. I'm using a laptop that Mirelle
bought me. I'm naked, tanned, and oiled and a pretty sixteen
year old girl is licking my pussy while I type this story. The
girl's name is Leila, she's a Palestinian Mirelle found in a
refugee camp. Leila believes that spending her days nude,
licking pussy, is a small price to pay for being rescued from the
camps.
The End