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Into the Third Dimension	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 13803 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Obedience School
“Candace, Suzy,” Jeremy said as the three of them got out of the car, “this will really help both of you. Just work hard and learn as much as you can.”
“O- Okay,” Candace replied. Suzy just made a little harrumphing sound.
Candace felt a bit numb as she followed Jeremy into the Tri-State Obedience Academy. Not only did she have a minimal understanding of what was going on, but she hadn’t expected that Suzy would be joining her for it.
Beyond the front door was a small reception area with a few chairs and a single desk, behind which sat a fairly handsome, swarthy man whom Candace guessed was in his early thirties. He wore a white linen suit, and he stood up as Jeremy and Candace entered.
“Welcome,” the man said. “Are you Jeremy Johnson?”
“Yes,” Jeremy replied. “And this is my girl, Candace, and my dad’s girl, Suzy. They’re both starting obedience training today.”
“Excellent,” the man said, shaking Jeremy’s hand. “I’m Eric Diaz; I’m one of the managers here. We’ll take good care of these girls, and I think you and your father will be happy with the results.”
“Terrific,” Jeremy replied. “Candace, Suzy, I’ll see you in a month.”
He gave Candace a kiss and departed. Then Eric opened a door on the back wall.
“Go right in here, girls,” he said. “You’ll be meeting your trainer shortly.”
“Um, okay,” Candace replied, and walked through the door.
Beyond was a large room with a wooden floor and soft lighting. There were no windows, but there was a big TV screen on one wall and a long mirror along the other. The other two walls were lined with cubbies and cabinets.
In the room were ten other girls, and looking at them stirred up feelings in Candace that were mixed to say the least. Part of her was embarrassed; these girls all looked at least four years younger than Candace, making her feel like she’d been sent back to middle school. Another part of her took offense at being sent to a “school” that, in her world, was for dogs and not people.
Thinking more broadly, Candace was also still upset at being in a world where women and girls were clearly second-class citizens—if they were even citizens at all and not slaves, or pets. But what upset her even more was that she was only a bit upset about that. Where was her outrage? Shouldn’t she be struggling for liberation or something? Wasn’t freedom something to fight for, even die for? That certainly seemed to be the takeaway of a lot of the books and videos in her various history classes.
Maybe her lack of rebel zeal was due to the thing that felt worst of all: having disappointed Jeremy. Having failed him. Even though he wasn’t exactly her Jeremy, and this certainly wasn’t her world, disappointing him still felt terrible.
Unlike Candace, whose collar was leather, the other girls in the room wore plastic collars; but their tags, like hers, bore their first name and no symbol. Candace recognized several of the girls as friends of her brothers—in her own dimension, at least—but needed to read their tags to remember all their names. The tallish one with the brown hair in bangs was Adyson, the short one with glasses and a pageboy cut was Gretchen, the Black one with the poofy pigtails and the gap between her front teeth was Holly, and the one with green eyes and blonde twintails was Katie.
Suzy, at age three, was the youngest girl in the group; the next-youngest was red-haired Sally, who was probably six or seven. Nonetheless, to Candace, being here with Suzy for four weeks seemed daunting; the Suzy Johnson that Candace knew was basically a demon disguised as a cute little girl. This version of Suzy might be different, but how different could she really be?
Right now, Candace decided to focus on getting her bearings. Several of the girls were talking amongst themselves; Candace would just go and see what she could learn from the conversation.
“Hey,” Adyson said, approaching Candace. “Aren’t you a little old for obedience school?”
“Apparently,” Candace replied, trying not to bristle visibly at the comment.
“My sire sent me to get Bunny training,” Adyson said. “He thinks he’ll get the most money for me that way. Are you going to be a Bunny, too?”
“Um, yeah,” Candace replied. “But, uh, who is your ‘sire’?”
Adyson frowned at Candace as though the redhead were an oversized, moronic child. “You know, the man who made me?”
“You mean, your dad?” Candace asked.
The look on Adyson’s face intensified from “I’m talking to an idiot” to “I’m talking to a space alien.”
“Girls don’t have dads,” Adyson said, as though this were the most obvious fact in the world. “Did you get dropped on your head a lot as a baby or something?”
From then on, Candace stopped talking to the other girls and just listened, trying to glean as much as she could about the ways of this dimension without making herself look like an even bigger idiot in the process. She heard girls talking about their sires and ‘nans’ and inferred that a nan was any woman involved in raising children, whether or not she was their biological mother. In fact, Candace never heard the word ‘mother’ spoken at all, and ‘father’ was only used in reference to the male parent of a boy or man. Candace heard one girl talking about her ‘siresson’ and realized that she was talking about her brother; it appeared that in this dimension, ‘brother’ and ‘father’ were used only by males in reference to other males. And the word ‘sister’ was never used at all.
Soon, a woman entered the room. She appeared to be in her late twenties, Asian, and very attractive: Her long, straight black hair was lustrous, and her body looked trim and fit in her form-fitting yellow sundress, whose short skirt showed quite a bit of well-toned leg. The tag on her brown-leather collar bore an icon that Candace hadn’t yet seen: an apple.
“Good afternoon, girls!” the young woman said brightly. “My name is Donna, and this symbol”—she pointed to the apple on her tag—“means that I’m an obedience trainer. All of you will be working with me for the next two weeks. After that, you’ll be split up into your model groups and spend two more weeks being trained as a Bunny or a Babygirl, depending on which model your owner has chosen for you.”
On the drive over, Jeremy had explained to Candace that this school specialized in those two models. There were other schools that trained Pets, Maids, Girls Friday, and the other basic models, whatever those were.
“Many of you are here for your initial training,” Donna continued, then glanced at Candace as she added, “while some are here for retraining. But if you pay attention and do your best, you’re going to learn a lot and make your owner happy. So, let’s get right to our first lesson: nudity.”
Candace’s eyebrows rose. What was there to learn about nudity? Wasn’t it just about not having clothes on?
“Nudity,” Donna went on, “is a girl’s natural state. The only reason you aren’t naked all the time is that you would distract the men around you. But when your owner wants you naked, you should never hesitate to undress for him. You should be glad he wants to see you the way you were meant to be seen. You should be excited, too, because wanting you naked often means that he wants to fuck you. And being fucked is what a girl lives for.”
Several of the girls tittered at that.
“Now,” Donna continued, “for girls, there are three kinds of zones in the world. One is zones where nudity is not allowed. Who can give me an example of a place like that?”
Katie raised her hand, and Donna pointed to her.
“Um, the post office?”
Donna chuckled and replied, “Yes, and other public buildings and public streets, too.” Then she went on, “The second kind of zone is one where nudity is optional,” Donna went on. “Who can give me an example of that?”
Adyson raised her hand. “Your owner’s house.”
“Good. Anyone have another example?”
Gretchen put a hand up and answered, “A nightclub?”
“Excellent, Gretchen. When you’re at a nightclub with your owner, you can take off your clothes if he tells you to.
“The third kind of zone,” Donna continued, “is where nudity is required. This is what we call an MNZ—a mandatory nudity zone. Does anyone-”
“Oooh!” Candace shouted, shooting her hand into the air in her excitement at actually knowing the answer to one of Donna’s questions and thus being able to show the other girls that she wasn’t a complete dolt. Donna pointed at her.
“The beach!” Candace said.
“Very good, Candace,” Donna replied. “Most public beaches are MNZs. Any other examples?”
A long-haired girl named Wendy raised her hand. “Um, certain kinds of parties and stuff, right?”
“Right,” Donna said. “Some places become an MNZ for as long as the event lasts. But whether it’s temporary or permanent, you should always be aware of which kind of zone you’re in, especially if it’s an MNZ.
“Now, let’s move on to the practical part of our lesson. Everyone, go to your peg and undress.”
Candace found her name above her assigned “peg”—literally, a hook on the wall, with two vertically stacked cubbies below it. But even as some of the others started to undress, she hesitated. Yes, they were all girls here, but this was still a roomful of strangers.
Perhaps noticing Candace’s hesitancy, Donna came up behind Candace and said quietly, “Don’t be shy. Your owner wouldn’t have sent you for Bunny training if he liked shy girls.”
Candace remembered how disappointed in her Jeremy had been when she’d resisted taking off her clothes at the beach—how embarrassed he’d been by her behavior. Somehow, that seemed even worse than Candace’s own embarrassment at being naked.
So she took off her white shoes and put them in the floor-level cubby. Then, as efficiently as she could, she took off the rest of her clothes and hung them on the peg.
“Good,” Donna said to everyone. She had also taken off her clothes, but she was close enough to Candace that Candace didn’t dare try to steal a glance at her nude body. “Now look around at each other. A girl’s body is meant to be seen.”
Candace gazed around her. Being with a bunch of naked girls would have been odd enough, but the fact that most of them were prepubescent made it weirder still. Candace found herself wondering which was worse: that she didn’t fit in because her body was different from theirs, or that her body wasn’t different enough. She might have been a foot taller than even the tallest of the other girls, but her chest was nearly as flat as theirs.
When Candace looked at Gretchen, the girl struck a sexy pose, thrusting a hip to one side and putting her hand on it while smiling at Candace. Candace quickly turned away, fearful of looking like some sort of perv who liked underage girls.
“Very nice, Gretchen,” Donna said. Turning to the group, she added, “Showing your body is good, but showing it off is better. And Candace, don’t be shy about looking, because there’s nothing wrong with appreciating the beauty of another girl. Most owners like to see their girls admire and flirt with other girls. And sometimes, they want to see you do more than flirt—especially if you’re a Bunny. You’ll learn more about that in your model training.”
It occurred to Candace that this explained some of Stacy’s behavior at the beach. She’d acted very flirty with Candace, and now Candace realized that this had been for Coltrane’s benefit, and perhaps Jeremy’s, too.
“Now,” Donna went on, “let’s practice looking and being looked at. Everyone come make a circle.”
The group formed a circle around Donna, which allowed Candace to get a good look at her in the nude. She was simply gorgeous, with curvy hips, and breasts that looked like a complete handful but were firm and buoyant. Candace almost looked away, momentarily fearful of Donna catching her looking; but then Candace remembered what Donna had said, so she forced herself to keep her eyes on Donna.
“Good, Candace,” Donna said. “Now, really look me up and down. Make it obvious, because the point of this isn’t just to look—it’s for our owners to see you looking.”
Candace slowly panned her gaze down Donna’s lovely body, taking in every detail: the curves of her neck and breasts, the size of her nipples, the slightly oval shape of her navel, even her neat strip of black pubic hair.
After scanning down the woman’s shapely, well-toned legs and taking in her perfectly pedicured feet with their pink-polished toenails, Candace decided to be thorough and slowly panned her eyes back up again. She slowed the upward rise of her gaze when it reached Donna’s chest, finding herself oddly interested in the form of the woman’s small, perky breasts.
“Yes, Candace,” Donna said. “A girl’s breasts are an especially important part to look at. Breasts are meant to be seen, which is why they’re in such an obvious place on our bodies.”
“Yours are really nice,” Candace found herself saying, even though doing so made her face feel warm.
“Thank you, Candace!” Donna replied. “Girls, when you see that a girl has a nice body, you can never go wrong complimenting her on it. This isn’t just flattering to the girl but also to her owner, because you’re praising his good taste.
“By the way, even in an MNZ, being nude doesn’t always mean being one hundred percent naked. The important thing is that your breasts, pussy, and ass are exposed. You can certainly wear stockings and garters, for example, or crotchless panties, or a corset that squeezes your bare breasts upward. You’ll learn all about those in your model training, because part of becoming a model is learning what to wear.”
“For now, though, let’s just spend some time being naked. Everyone look at the screen and find your partner.”
She pointed to a large TV screen on the wall, which lit up and showed a list of all the girls’ names, separated into pairs. Candace saw that she was matched with Wendy, who was fair-skinned with long, full-bodied brown hair and big, dark eyes. Although Candace hadn’t really known Wendy in her own dimension, she remembered that the girl had an unusual last name. Stinglehopper? Yes, that was it. Although it seemed like girls in this dimension didn’t actually have last names.
“Everyone,” Donna said, “look at your partner. Really look her over, from head to toe. Take in every detail, but also, try to decide what you think her most attractive feature is.”
Candace looked Wendy up and down, taking in the whole of her. Like the other girls, she seemed way too young for this, but she was definitely pretty. Beautiful, even. She had a lovely face, for starters, and her lips were…exquisite, if Candace was honest. They had a beautiful shape and looked positively kissable.
But Candace couldn’t just look at Wendy’s lips forever. She made her eyes continue down over the young girl’s body, taking in her neck, her shoulders, her flat chest and medium-pink nipples, her flat belly and cute oval belly button, her narrow hips, her slim legs, and her small feet. Right about the time Candace was looking at Wendy’s painted toenails, Donna spoke.
“Wendy,” Donna said, “what’s Candace’s best feature?”
“Her neck,” Wendy replied. “It’s beautiful, and graceful, like a swan’s.”
“Very good. Candace, bend forward and let Wendy kiss you on the neck.”
Candace bent down, and Wendy planted a gentle kiss on the side of her neck. Candace suppressed both a weirded-out look and a giggle.
“Candace,” Donna said, “what is Wendy’s best feature?”
Candace felt a sudden shock as she realized what would happen if she told the truth.
“Um, uh, her hair!” Candace stammered. “It’s, it’s…long.”
With a hint of sternness, Donna said, “Candace, be honest. That’s not where I saw you looking.”
Candace’s eyes fell. “It’s…her lips. They’re cute, and the perfect color pink, without any lip gloss or anything.”
“Good, Candace. Now kiss Wendy on the lips.”
Oh, God, Candace thought. I have to kiss another girl, a really young one, in front of all these other girls.
But everyone was watching and waiting, so Candace felt she had no choice. She leaned forward, closed her eyes at the last second, and gave Wendy a peck on the lips.
Wow, she thought. Her lips are really soft.
“Once more, Candace,” Donna said. “This time, think less about kissing and more about Wendy’s lips.”
Candace leaned forward again, this time thinking about those pretty, soft lips. Her second kiss lasted longer because she found herself wanting to savor their softness for a moment.
“Very good, Candace,” Donna said. “Remember, girls: To truly appreciate a girl’s body, you have to take it in with more than just your eyes.”
Having gotten her turn over with, Candace felt a bit more relaxed as she watched the other girls. And she felt better about having had to kiss Wendy on the lips when Adyson confessed that she thought Katie’s most attractive feature was her rosy little nipples, and Adyson had to kiss the girl on each one.
Shortly after the last two girls had their turn (during which Gretchen had to kiss Holly on her cute little bubble butt), Donna announced that it was time for exercise and told everyone to change into their workout clothes.
For Candace, wearing her exercise clothes—which, like most of the clothing she’d brought, she had found in her dresser at Jeremy’s house—didn’t feel much different from being naked. The red tube-top/jog-bra was so tight fitting that it left nothing to the imagination, and the same was true for the white short-shorts. Although the plain gray sports panties, at least, were more modest that any of the other underwear Candace had found in her dresser.
Once everyone was dressed, Donna led the girls through a series of stretches, explaining that “A girl needs to be flexible. How far you can bend over, how wide you can spread your legs, and whether you can pull your ankles next to your head all determine what sex positions you can perform. And you want to be able to perform as many of them as possible.”
After the stretching, they moved on to strength exercises and then aerobics, Donna stressing the importance of a tight, toned body, and of endurance. “If your owner wants to fuck you all night long, you don’t want to run out of gas at half past midnight!” The girls made sounds of hearty agreement.
When the session was finished, they hit the showers. Candace was a little uncomfortable showering in one big room with Donna and all the other girls, albeit not as uncomfortable as she had been during the nudity lesson, or at the beach.
I just have to get used to it, she thought, at least until I can go home. If I can go home. I don’t even know how I’d escape from the Obedience Academy, let alone this whole dimension.
Adding to the oddness of the situation was the fact that the showers weren’t even separated from the rest of the bathroom, save that the shower floor was a few inches lower to keep water from flowing into the area of sinks and toilets. Candace also noted that the sinks didn’t have individual mirrors but a single long, shared mirror that spanned the wall.
After the girls finished showering, returned to their pegs, and put on their regular clothes, Donna brought them to the kitchen. Candace learned then that the girls would be expected to cook all their meals. This worried Candace, because cooking was not her strong suit. The other girls, in contrast, all seemed to know how to wash and chop vegetables for salad, and how to turn onions, parsley, and ground beef into a meatloaf.
Maybe, Candace thought, when I was at that festival with Mom, I should have paid less attention to the Paisley Sideburn Brothers and more attention to the meatloaf.
Donna supervised the cooking. Fortunately for Candace, Donna gave her the relatively simple task of scrubbing and peeling potatoes.
Once the food was ready, the girls brought it to the dining room, whose two circular tables had seats for up to seven girls. The back of each seat had a liquid crystal display with a girl’s name on it. The girls all found their assigned seats; Candace’s spot was between Holly and a smallish Latina girl named Nina. Not that it mattered much who Candace sat with, because she didn’t participate in the dinner-table conversation more than necessary; she didn’t want to make any more slip-ups like she had in talking to Adyson. Instead, she listened to the other girls and subtly checked out her surroundings.
There’s a mirror in here, too, she thought, seeing a long one on the wall. And there was one in the kitchen. Are girls in this dimension always checking their makeup?
After dinner came chores. While other girls went to different rooms to do laundry, clean floors, and make up the beds, Candace was one of three girls assigned to clear and clean the tables and to wash, dry, and put away the dishes. The other two girls were Katie and Cindy, a girl with long, straight brown hair and pale skin. Cindy was about the same height as Gretchen but looked about a year younger.
Donna came into the kitchen and dining room for a while and took notes as she watched the girls do their chores. At one point, she caught Candace looking at her.
“Don’t worry, Candace,” Donna said. “I just need to make sure that every girl’s domestic skills are where they should be. But we know girls’ experience in that area can vary, so if you’re having a problem with one of your chores, just let me know; I’ll be happy to tutor you as much as you need.”
“Um, thanks,” Candace replied.
After chores, Donna gathered the girls in the dormitory, which was just a single large room. Candace had expected the sleeping arrangements to be like those at a summer camp, with cots or maybe bunk beds. Instead, the room had six double beds in two rows. Each bed had a headboard with a small screen that showed two girls’ names. Candace saw one that read CANDACE and, below that, CINDY.
“By the time you finish obedience school,” Donna explained, “you all need to be used to sleeping in a bed with someone else. So every night, you’ll share a bed with one of the other girls. Just look at the headboards each night to see who you’ll be sleeping with. Now, everyone get ready for bed.”
The girls all changed into their sleepwear. Candace had brought the most modest—really, the least slutty—one she could find in her dresser. But it still wasn’t very modest, as it was basically an oversized Danville Ice Trays T-shirt that only came down to her mid-thigh.
Once all the girls were in bed, Donna said, “Get a good night’s sleep, girls. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” Then she left, and the lights went out.
After the debacle on the beach, Candace had spent the previous night on Jeremy’s living room sofa. Now, lying next to Cindy made Candace wonder what it would be like to sleep in the same bed with Jeremy.
But he’s not really my Jeremy, Candace thought. My Jeremy is back in my own dimension. Right?
And yet, even though she had only known him for a day, the Jeremy of this dimension seemed virtually identical to her own. Yes, maybe he acted a little differently towards her, but only because he was treating her the way every boy in this dimension treated girls. Which brought Candace back to the question of whether she, like Jeremy and so many other people she knew, had a counterpart in this dimension.
What would a Third-Dimension me—Candac3, I’ll call her—be like? she mused. Jeremy said his dad had been telling him for a while to send her back to obedience school. Does that mean she was doing a bad job as Jeremy’s girl?
The thought bothered her. And it bothered her that it bothered her. So it wasn’t until well after lights-out when Candace finally fell asleep.
***
At 6 a.m., the lights came on, and the girls’ collars buzzed to awaken them. Donna came in barely a minute later, while many of the girls were yawning and stretching.
“Everyone,” Donna said, “follow me out to the training room.”
The girls shuffled along behind Donna until she stopped in front of the mirrors and turned to face them.
“Today,” she said, “we’ll start by learning the morning meditation exercise. So everyone go to your pegs and undress, then spread out and sit down on the floor. Make sure you have enough room to move around.”
Candace went to her peg and stripped. Being naked in front of a roomful of girls felt only a little less odd than it had the previous day.
Like the other girls, Candace found a spot on the floor where she could move around without touching anyone or anything else. She wondered if this was going to be like yoga, which she’d tried a few times. She’d been good at the physical parts, but the meditation aspect had eluded her, as serenity and inner peace had never really been Candace’s default mode.
“Now,” Donna said, “lie down on your back.”
When all the girls lay down, Donna continued, “Reach your arms out to your sides, and spread your legs open wide. Good.
“Now, imagine that your owner is standing and looking down at you. Picture him gazing down at your naked body.”
Candace visualized Jeremy standing above her, his blue eyes traveling slowly down her nude body, taking in every detail. The thought made Candace want to curl up in a ball of shame, but at the same time, she felt her skin grow warm and tingly.
“Now,” Donna said, “as you look up at your owner, repeat after me: ‘My body is yours.’”
“My body is yours,” Candace and the others murmured in unison.
“‘I am yours to take, yours to enter, yours to use.’”
As Candace murmured, “I am yours to take, yours to enter, yours to use,” she began to feel warmth between her thighs.
“‘I exist for your pleasure.’”
“I exist for your pleasure.”
“Good. Now, arch your back and raise your chest into the air. Then repeat after me: ‘My breasts are yours. I live for you to touch them.’”
“My breasts are yours,” Candace repeated, feeling her nipples grow erect as she pushed them toward the ceiling. “I live for you to touch them.”
“Now come back down and roll over onto your knees, with your head down and your ass up.”
When Candace rolled over and lowered her head, Donna continued, “Now repeat: ‘My ass is yours. Yours to touch, yours to squeeze, yours to fuck.’”
“My ass is yours,” Candace murmured. “Yours to touch, yours to squeeze, yours to fuck.” She felt very warm between her legs now, and she was getting wet there, too.
“Now, roll over onto your back again, and spread your legs wide.”
Candace returned to her spread-out position, then listened to Donna recite, “‘My pussy is yours. When you enter me, I am complete. When you fuck me, I am joyous. When you cum inside me, I am fulfilled.’”
A thrill of excitement went through Candace’s entire body as she imagined Jeremy lying on top of her, his penis moving slowly inside her. Louder than before, she repeated Donna’s words.
“My pussy is yours. When you enter me, I am complete. When you fuck me, I am joyous. When you cum inside me, I am fulfilled.”
“All right,” Donna said, “you can all sit up now.”
When they did, she continued, “That was good, girls. We’ll start off every morning with this exercise. And when you go back to your owner, you can keep doing it. It’s a good way to make sure that you start the day with a positive attitude.”
Gretchen said, “My attitude feels more positive already.” The other girls tittered.
The girls all went to the kitchen and made breakfast, which they ate in the dining room. Then they returned to the training room.
“Next,” Donna said, “we have to talk about something that’s not so fun. How many of you know what ‘Intractable’ means?”
Most of the girls raised their hands. Candace almost raised hers, too, just to fit in, but she was afraid Donna might call on her if she did. But Donna didn’t call on anyone.
“Intractable,” Donna said, “is the worst thing a girl can be. A girl who doesn’t obey, who doesn’t give herself body and soul to her owner, has no value in this world. Nothing good ever happens to Intractable girls.”
Candace swallowed. This all sounded insane. Yet when she looked at the faces of the other girls, they all seemed to be accepting what Donna was saying as though these were simple and obvious facts of life.
“Every girl is born to be used,” Donna continued. “Your purpose on this Earth is to serve your owner with your whole being, most especially with your body. Only when you understand that can you truly be who you were meant to be. Only then can you be happy, and complete. This shouldn’t be hard, because it’s natural for girls to obey. But once in a while, a girl loses touch with her female instincts, and that always leads to unhappiness.
“Part of my job is to help you live a happy life by teaching you to embrace your own natural submissiveness. I’m going to show you a video about that. Everyone kneel while we watch, because you all need to be as used to kneeling as you are to standing or sitting down. Remember: The most proper position for a girl is on her knees.”
The video, titled Obedience: A Girl’s Greatest Duty and Greatest Joy, was about a Maid named Marnie and her owner, Chuck. In the morning, Marnie didn’t make the bed or help her nan with the grocery shopping after Chuck told her to. In the afternoon, Chuck had to call Marnie multiple times before she came to the kitchen to clean up. And in the evening, Marnie didn’t immediately obey when Chuck told her to bend over his dresser and lift up the skirt of her short black dress. She also failed to call him Master, like Maids were supposed to.
On that first day, Chuck showed what the narrator described as great patience with Marnie. But on the second day, when Marnie refused to drop to her knees and give Chuck his morning blowjob, Chuck yelled at her. When she carelessly ruined some of his shirts in the wash, he shocked her through her collar, making her writhe in pain on the floor while her distressed nan watched. And when Marnie refused to get down on all fours and let the family dog fuck her to entertain Chuck and his male guest, Chuck pulled up her skirt and beat her harshly with his belt until her entire ass was red.
But Marnie’s behavior still didn’t improve. So, on the afternoon of the third day, men in white jackets came to the house, strapped Marnie to a gurney, and replaced her Maid tag with one marked with a capital letter ‘I.’ Then, as a mournful-looking Chuck and Marnie’s nan watched out the window, the men put Marnie in a van and took her away.
To Candace, all of this was frightening. But as she glanced around the room, she saw the other girls periodically nodding silently, as though the video were simply confirming what they already knew to be true.
Then the story started over. On the first day, Marnie made the bed and helped her nan with the shopping, and when she put the last can in the kitchen cupboard, she smiled with the satisfaction of a job well done. After lunch, when Chuck called for her to come and clean up the kitchen, she came straight away, and Chuck smiled at her and gave her breast a little squeeze before leaving her to her task. And in the evening, soon after she bent over and raised her skirt for her master, she was panting and moaning in sexual rapture as Chuck fucked her pussy and then her asshole before bringing her to his bed to snuggle with him. The events of the second day went just as well, ending with Marnie having a powerful orgasm when the dog fucked her and then a second one when the dog shoved its thick cock-knot into her.
“So you see,” Donna said as the credits rolled, “a disobedient girl brings unhappiness to herself and everyone around her. But a girl who respects and obeys her owner will be happy all her life. And have lots of orgasms.” All the girls laughed.
“Now, let’s move on to something more fun. Starting with another video.”
Unlike the previous video, The Art of Kissing didn’t have a storyline; it simply described different kinds of kissing, which were demonstrated by various pairs of men and girls. The video started with simple pecks on the lips and moved on to open-mouthed kissing and then tongue-kissing. The video ended with some instructions about the proper way to kiss ears and necks, which were demonstrated by a girl on another girl.
When the video ended and the lights came back up, Donna said, “Now, everyone stand up and get with your partner so you can practice what you just learned.”
Wait, Candace thought as she rose to her feet. I’m supposed to practice kissing with another girl? Glancing around at her much younger classmates, she thought, With one of these girls?
For this exercise, Candace was partnered with Gretchen. Candace’s name appeared in red, while Gretchen’s was in green, and the other pairs of names had one in red and one in green, too. The little bespectacled brunette took Candace’s hand and looked up at her.
“I bet this’ll be fun,” Gretchen said. “I used to practice kissing at home with the other girls sometimes.”
Before Candace could even begin to think of how to respond to that, Donna came over to them.
“Candace and Gretchen, since there’s a big height difference between you, you’ll sit down for this exercise. Candace, you sit in this chair”—she indicated a four-legged metal chair that she had just pulled over to them—“and Gretchen will sit in your lap.”
Numbly, Candace sat down in the chair. Gretchen began to climb up onto her lap.
“Gretchen,” Donna said, “sit so that you’re facing Candace, with your legs on either side of her. This is a good position for girls to learn, because it makes it easier for your owner to fuck you if he decides to.”
“Okay,” Gretchen said eagerly.
When everyone was in position, Donna said, “Now, those of you whose names are in red will take the role of the man. So you’ll be initiating the kiss. I don’t mean to say that girls never start kisses, but that’s a subject for later. Reds, go ahead and kiss your Greens.”
Candace found this awkward to say the least. Everything she had just seen in the video went straight out of her head; instead, she just gave Gretchen a quick peck on the lips.
“What was that?” Gretchen whispered.
“I…” Candace stammered, “I’ve never…um…”
“You’ve got your leather collar, and you’ve never kissed anyone?”
“No, I have! I’ve just-”
“It’s all right,” Donna interrupted. “Candace, this is just practice. It doesn’t matter who you’re kissing, because this is all about learning how to kiss your owner. Just imagine you’re kissing him.”
Then, addressing the whole group, Donna said, “Now, let’s switch roles. Greens, kiss your Reds, and remember to use what you learned from the video.”
Gretchen put her arms around Candace’s neck while craning her own neck up to kiss the taller girl. Candace closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was Jeremy’s lips that were touching hers, and then pressing against them. Even though Gretchen’s lips were softer than Jeremy’s.
“Good, good, everyone,” Donna said. “Now, Reds, it’s your turn again.”
This time, Candace was determined to get it right. She put her long, slim arms around Gretchen, pulled the little girl close, and kissed her just like Gretchen had kissed Candace. She felt Donna give her a pat on the back.
The girls continued taking turns playing the role of the girl and the man. After a while, Candace was able to relax and started to enjoy it. At one point, while in the man’s role, Candace found herself cupping one cheek of Gretchen’s naked little bottom in her hand as they kissed.
“Oooh, very nice, Candace,” Donna said as she passed by. “Kissing isn’t just about using your lips; it’s about using your whole body.”
After the kissing lesson, the girls had a fifteen-minute break, during which Donna showed them to the school’s lounge. It was basically just a medium-sized room with chairs, some small side tables with a few issues of different girl-oriented magazines, and a water fountain. It was also the only room that had windows, which looked out at the trees behind the building—and, beyond the trees, a high chain-link fence topped with barbed wire.
When the break ended, Donna called everyone back into the training room and started the next lesson.
“Never forget,” she said, “the most fundamental truth of being a girl: that the main reason why you exist is to take cock. Your mouth, your pussy, and your asshole are the most valuable parts of you, because they are the parts that a man can thrust his cock into to use for his pleasure. Your owner has the right to fuck you in any hole at any time, because that is what you are for.”
Then, in a much less sober tone, Donna added, “So it’s a good thing that taking cock is so much fun.”
On the wall behind Donna was a row of what Candace realized were fake penises made from a translucent, gel-like rubber. Each one had a screen above it showing the name of one of the girls.
“If there is any one act that represents what it means to be a girl,” Donna continued, “it’s cocksucking. Orally pleasuring your owner’s cock is a beautiful expression of both submission and devotion. To be on your knees with his cock in your mouth is one of the purest, most female acts you will ever perform. Your value as a girl will often be judged by how well you suck cock. So we will spend lots of time training you in the skills you need to do it well, and you will practice those skills every day. First, let’s watch a video.”
Cocksucking: The Greatest Skill of All featured a redheaded Girl Friday named Allie. She wore a short red skirt and a white blouse that showed off her very large breasts, both by its tight fit and its deep cleavage. Allie was doing something on a tablet when her boss, a man named Mac who wore a suit and tie, called her into his office.
“Come here and suck my cock, Allie,” he said, rolling his chair back from his desk. There was a visible bulge in his black suit trousers, which Allie looked at eagerly.
“Anything you say, Boss,” she replied with a smile.
She dropped to her knees in front of Mac. As she unzipped his fly, an unseen female narrator spoke.
“The usual position for cocksucking is on your knees. Not only does this help put your head at the height of your owner’s cock, but it also shows him your submissiveness, which will help turn him on.”
Allie took Mac’s cock out of his pants. She massaged it slowly with her hands as Mac watched, and soon his cock began to harden.
“Take out those tits,” Mac said.
Allie smiled up at him and replied sultrily, “Right away, Boss.”
Maintaining eye contact with Mac, Allie unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing the lacy white bra she wore beneath it. The bra was the kind that fastened in the front, so Allie only had to undo the single button-clasp and pull the cups aside to show Mac her big, pale, pink-nippled breasts. Then Allie began to fondle her tits as she smiled wickedly up at her owner.
“Like a lot of things a girl does for her owner,” the narrator said, “cocksucking is about pleasing his eyes as well as his dick. You’re not just giving him physical pleasure; you are giving him an experience.”
Allie wrapped her hand around the base of Mac’s cock, then began to lick the head like an ice cream cone. After a minute or so of that, she lowered her head and tongued his balls for several seconds, then ran the tip of her tongue up the underside of his cock from base to head. By the end of all that, Mac was fully hard.
“This,” the narrator said, “is what we call ‘working the outside’: pleasuring his cock while it’s outside your mouth. It won’t get him off, but it will get him warmed up for what comes next.”
The action resumed. Now, Allie put Mac’s cockhead in her mouth and suckled it like a baby with a bottle.
“This is called ‘nursing.’ It’s the simplest way to start ‘working the inside.’”
Donna paused the video. “You can also use it to show your owner affection, even when it doesn’t lead to a full-on blowjob. Sometimes, I nurse on my owner’s cock when he’s watching television or lying in bed. Once you’ve had some practice, you can keep it—and him—up for hours. Which, you’ll be glad to know, often ends with you getting fucked.”
The video resumed. The Girl Friday suckled Mac’s cock for a minute or so. Then she began to move her head slowly forward and back, repeatedly sliding her wet lips over his glans and the first couple inches of his shaft.
“Head-bobbing,” the narrator said, “is one of the most important cocksucking techniques. You can’t get your man to cum just with licking or suckling, but head-bobbing, when done correctly, can bring him to a deeply satisfying climax.”
Indeed, as Allie bobbed her head faster and faster, Mac became more and more excited.
“A good cocksucker can read her owner’s breathing, sounds, and facial expression to know how well she is doing. Allie can see from Mac’s face and how fast he is breathing that he is getting close to orgasm, so now she speeds up even more.”
Allie now bobbed her head as fast as Candace thought might be physically possible. Then Mac seized Allie’s head in both hands and grunted “Unnnnnhh!” as he came. The picture zoomed in on Allie’s throat; her muscles there worked visibly, showing that she was swallowing her boss’ cum.
“Ahhhhh,” Mac said as he pulled his cock out of Allie’s mouth and then released his hold on her head. “Just what I needed. Get back to work now.”
“You got it, boss,” Allie replied, standing up. Then the video ended.
“On the wall,” Donna said, pointing, “are what we call simcocks. Each of you will begin learning with a standard six-inch sim. But a girl should be able to please a cock of any size, so we’ll move on to various other sizes later. Are there any questions before we get started?”
Holly raised her hand. “When he comes, should you swallow it, like Allie did?”
Soberly, Donna replied, “Unless he tells you otherwise, then yes, every time.”
“What if…What if he cums a lot?”
“Then you swallow a lot. And be glad, because it means you did a good job.”
There were no other questions, so Donna had all the girls go to the back wall and kneel in front of their assigned simcock.
“Because you’re just getting started,” Donna said, “your simcock has been placed at the ideal height for each of you. Later, you’ll learn how to adjust your body position when the cock is lower or higher.”
Donna began by leading the girls through the warmup techniques. As Candace stroked her simcock with her slender fingers, it somehow became partly erect. Then, following Allie’s example, Candace licked the head until the cock was turgid.
“Now,” Donna said, “it’s time to start working the inside. Suzy, why don’t you go first, and I’ll walk you through it? Just put the head in your mouth and suckle it.”
Suzy looked dubiously at her now-hard simcock. It was six inches long and as girthy as a real adult penis.
“I don’t wanna,” Suzy grumped.
A red LED lit up on the little blonde girl’s collar. Suzy screamed and fell over on her side, clutching at the collar like she was trying to pull it away from her neck even though she could not. After a moment, the light went off, and Suzy stopped screaming and simply lay there panting.
Did she just get an electric shock? Candace thought, unconsciously touching her own collar.
“Suzy,” Donna said, “you know you have to be obedient. That’s going to be especially important when you’re a Babygirl, and it’s extremely important when it comes to sucking cock, because a girl who won’t suck cock doesn’t even deserve to be called a girl. Now try again.”
Donna hadn’t given Suzy the shock—she didn’t have a remote. And Candace wasn’t sure a girl would be allowed to punish another girl anyway. Then Candace looked at the long mirror on the far wall.
It’s one of those one-way ones, she realized. There’s someone behind it, watching us.
This time, Suzy opened her mouth and took the head of the simcock inside. Then Donna walked her through what to do next: suckling the head, then closing her lips around it and slowly moving her blonde head forward and back to massage the rubber cock with her lips. Various sounds, as well as text on the screen above the simcock, provided feedback; the device buzzed when Suzy’s teeth accidentally touched it, and it made a rising tone of approval as Suzy’s lips rhythmically stimulated its glans.
“Now, the rest of you, go ahead and get started with your own simcocks.”
Candace immediately thought about her failed cocksucking attempt at the beach. But instead of going over that incident in her mind, she chose instead to imagine herself in the role of Allie from the video, and Jeremy playing the role of Mac. Somehow, that made it easier to remember the sequence of events—handjob, licking, suckling, head-bobbing—and to imagine that she was pleasuring the boy she loved.
“That’s it, Gretchen,” Candace heard Donna say. “In and out, just like that. Adyson, that’s good, but watch those teeth. Holly, remember to keep your lips nice and tight around that cock to maximize your master’s pleasure.”
Then Donna came up behind Candace and said, “Very nice, Candace, keep it up.”
When the session ended, Donna told the girls that they would be practicing their cocksucking skills every day for the rest of their training. Then, after the girls made and ate lunch, they returned to the training room to watch some more videos about appropriate behavior for girls. Candace learned that girls were expected to be courteous and respectful to all men and boys, but girls didn’t have to obey anyone but their owner unless he told them otherwise. As an example, the video showed a girl—a Bunny, per the symbol on her collar tag—being asked for a blowjob by her owner’s young son.
“Sorry, honey,” the girl replied sweetly. “I can’t do that unless your daddy tells me to.”
“It’s all right, Lucy,” a man said as he strode into the room. “It’s Johnny’s birthday today.” He came up and mussed the boy’s hair as he added, “I suppose turning seven entitles a boy to a blowjob.”
Both Lucy and Johnny giggled. Then Johnny hopped up onto an easy chair, and Lucy knelt in front of him, took out his cock, and began stroking it in preparation for sucking.
After that, there was a hands-on lesson about makeup. While the girls sat in front of the mirrored wall, trying various kinds of lipstick and eyeshadow, Donna explained that they would learn much more on the subject in their model training but that every girl needed to know how to choose and apply cosmetics. This was one subject about which Candace knew more than the other trainees, and she felt gratified when Donna asked her to tell the other girls how she went about choosing the right shade of blush for her fair cheeks.
Then there was exercise, dinner, and chores. After that, the girls were allowed half an hour to relax in the lounge before lights out.
Candace grabbed one of the magazines at random and buried her nose in it, hoping both to learn more about this world and to avoid any awkward conversations. The other girls left her alone.
But at some point, as Candace furtively glanced up from her magazine, she saw movement somewhere in the darkness outside the window. It was gone in a flash, but it almost certainly had been a person, somewhere just beyond the chain-link fence.
***
The third day of obedience school began with the morning meditation and breakfast, as before. Then came a lesson about lingerie, during which Candace felt like she was absorbing a whole new vocabulary: teddy, camisole, demi, push-up, boyshorts, thong, high-cut, crotchless. And Donna said there would be even more to learn once the girls started their model training.
After a half-hour of cocksucking practice and then a break, Donna said, “All right, girls, it’s time to get into the most fun subject of all: fucking!” Some of the girls cheered.
“There are different ways of being fucked,” Donna went on, “but today we’ll cover the big one, which is getting fucked in your pussy.”
Wendy raised her hand, and Donna pointed to her.
“Isn’t fucking how you get pregnant?” the pretty brunette asked.
Donna chuckled. “Of course it is. But every girl’s collar has a birth-control device inside, so even when you’re old enough to get pregnant, you won’t until your owner wants you to.
“Now, most of you haven’t reached puberty yet, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t ready for sex. On the contrary, girls are literally born to have sex. No matter how young you are, at some level your body is ready to welcome a cock inside.”
Katie raised her hand and asked, “Then why don’t we get obedience training earlier?”
“There are a few reasons,” Donna replied. “One is that there are only so many men who want to buy a very young girl. Also, a lot of young girls aren’t mentally ready to learn what we learn here.”
Adyson raised her hand. “Um, what do you do if your owner wants to put his thing up your butt instead of in your pussy?”
“You bend over, silly,” Donna replied. The other girls giggled.
“Always remember,” Donna continued, “that the female body was made to be penetrated. Whenever you have a cock inside you, your body will derive pleasure from it, no matter which hole it’s in. You just have to open your body and mind to that pleasure. Anal sex can be deeply satisfying if you approach it with the right attitude. We’ll talk more about that very soon.
“Now, your owner will have different moods when it comes to sex. Sometimes, he will want you to participate; other times, he will want to take you and use you like the property you are. Just remember that actively pleasing your owner and passively submitting to him are equally important, and you should always be ready to do whichever one he wants.”
A fair-skinned girl named Elle, who had orange-ish hair that she kept in a ponytail, raised her hand. Donna pointed to her.
“How come we don’t get to fuck before we go to obedience school?” Elle asked.
“That’s a good question,” Donna replied. “Girls, can any of you answer it?”
Holly raised her hand. “My sire said it’s because having sex before you’re trained can teach you bad habits.”
“That’s exactly right, Holly,” Donna replied. “And bad habits can make it a lot harder to train you properly.”
Gretchen raised her hand. “But what about when the girl doesn’t actually have to do anything? Do we need training to just lie there and get fucked?”
Donna nodded. “To ‘just lie there and get fucked’ takes more skill than you think, because as you’ll learn, there’s a right way and a wrong way to be passive during sex. Now, unless there are any more questions, let’s watch this video about basic sexual positions.”
After tamping down her initial discomfort with the explicitness of the video, Candace learned that the two most important positions for a girl to know were missionary and doggystyle. Candace had seen Phineas use the doggystyle position with Isabella on the beach, and now it struck Candace as particularly fitting, given that Isabella was a Pet model. The video also showed three secondary positions: cowgirl, standing, and sitting, each of which had a “facing toward” and “facing away” variation.
Although Candace tried to focus on learning from the video, she also couldn’t help but be aroused by it. Especially when she considered that she was receiving this training because Jeremy wanted to fuck her—to put his cock inside her and pump her the way the men in the video pumped their girls.
When the video ended, Donna said, “Now, let’s practice what you just saw. Everyone strip, get with your partner, and grab a mat.”
The naked Candace wasn’t surprised to see that she had been paired with Adyson. The young brunette was the second-tallest girl in the class, although she was still almost a foot shorter than Candace.
Once everyone had partnered up, Donna—who had also stripped naked—took something out of a box behind her and held it up for the girls to see. It looked like a rubber penis attached to a set of straps.
“This,” Donna said, “is a ‘smart’ strap-on dildo, which is designed to simulate a man’s cock. Each pair of you will get one of these so you can take turns practicing the basic positions.”
She went around the room, handing out the strap-ons to all the girls whose names were in red on the screen—Adyson among them. Then a short video began to play on loop, with a girl wordlessly demonstrating how to fasten the toy to their hips. In a moment, Adyson stood before Candace with six inches of translucent-pink rubber cock bobbing in front of her crotch.
“The girl wearing the strap-on will be playing the role of the man,” Donna said. “In case that isn’t obvious.” Some of the girls giggled.
Donna then took from the box what looked like a purple toothpaste tube. “This is lubricant. Greens, squirt a little on your finger, like this,” she said, demonstrating.
As the Green girls passed around the tube, each one taking a fingerful of lube, Donna continued, “When it comes to pussy-fucking, your own natural lubricant will often be more than enough. But sometimes, fucking happens so spontaneously that your pussy doesn’t have time to get wet before your owner puts his cock in you. And you’ll always need lube for ass-fucking. That’s why a girl should always have lube on hand—in her purse and her beach bag, as well as in the bedroom, the bathroom, and any other place her owner might want to fuck her.”
Donna then showed the girls how to apply the lube to their pussies. Candace made sure to be thorough, because although Candace had experimented in the past with putting a carrot or a hairbrush handle up inside her, she had never penetrated herself with anything as girthy as the strap-on Adyson was wearing.
Just then, the door to the lobby area—which had been locked since Candace passed through it three days earlier—opened, and a man entered. He was tall, blue-eyed, and fair-skinned, and his dirty-blonde hair had a touch of gray.
Candace quickly covered her naked body with her arms—drawing odd looks from some of the other girls, none of whom seemed perturbed by the man seeing them stark naked. So Candace forced herself to drop her arms to her sides.
“Everyone,” Donna said, “this is Mr. Raymond Kovich. He owns this school, and he owns me.”
“Hello, girls,” Raymond said, taking off his ivory-colored tweed jacket. “I’m going to be fucking Donna today to show you the missionary position. Donna, go ahead and get me ready.”
As Raymond unbuttoned his shirt, Donna dropped to her knees, undid his dark-green slacks, and pulled them down along with his boxers. She used her hands and then her mouth to bring Raymond’s cock to full hardness, even as the man unbuttoned and discarded his shirt to reveal his trim, moderately toned torso.
Candace tried not to show the many feelings this scene was stirring up inside her. Seeing a blowjob on a screen or with a simcock was one thing, but seeing it happen right in front of her with a real live cock was a higher level of crazy. It felt so wrong to be watching this, yet it was exciting, too, and the wrongness made it more so.
“Good girl,” Raymond said to Donna as she fellated him. “Now, get naked, get on the bed, and spread your legs.”
Candace was wondering what bed Raymond was talking about when a bed folded down from the wall behind him. Donna released his cock from her mouth and giggled sexily as she stood up and stripped off her short dress and then her bra and panties in front of Raymond. Then she went over to the bed and lay down on it so that the other girls had a side view of her as she raised her knees and opened her legs wide.
Raymond stepped out of his dropped pants, went to the bed, and got on top of Donna. From this angle, the girls couldn’t actually see Raymond put his cock inside her, but they could see and hear Donna gasp and then moan when he penetrated her pussy.
He fucked her steadily, and Donna continued to gasp and moan and move in rhythm with him as he pumped his hips between her tan, toned thighs. Now and again, she’d whimper “Oh, yes,” or “Please, fuck me,” and Raymond would respond with something like “That’s it, baby, take my cock,” or “I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep.”
Over the next couple of minutes, Raymond increased the pace of his fucking until he was plowing Donna hard and fast. Donna’s hip-movements kept pace with his, and her gasping and moaning gave way to loud, rapid “Ah!” sounds in time with Raymond’s thrusts.
“NNNNGH!” Raymond grunted, clearly cumming inside Donna. She cried, “YEEEEESSSS!” and wrapped her legs around his waist as she came, too.
When it was over, Raymond got up from the bed and began to dress. Donna got up, too, and faced the group. She seemed unselfconscious about the rivulets of cum moving down her bare thighs as she addressed the girls.
“You are never more of a girl than when you are being penetrated,” she said. “To take your owner’s cock inside you, whether it’s in your mouth, your pussy, or your asshole, is the ultimate fulfillment. To be penetrated is your highest purpose.
“Every one of you is capable of taking an adult-size cock, in whichever hole your man wants. Even you, Suzy, with enough preparation. Remember, your body was made for cock. And having a cock inside you isn’t just your duty—it’s life’s greatest pleasure, and greatest privilege. Even at the times when it’s painful, it’s also wonderful.”
Raymond, now fully dressed, looked at the naked girls and smiled. “If you pay attention and do everything my Donna tells you, you’ll all learn to enjoy getting fucked as much as she does.”
He turned to Donna, kissed her, and gave her bare breast a little squeeze as he murmured, “See you later, babe.”
“See you later,” Donna replied with a sultry smile. Then Raymond went out the same door through which he had come, and Donna turned back to the group.
“All right, girls, it’s your turn. Greens, lie down on your mats and spread your legs. Reds, get on top of your Green and ease that rubber cock into her.”
Candace lay down on her back on the mat and opened her legs. Adyson smiled as she came down onto her knees between Candace’s slim thighs.
“Ready to get fucked?” the younger girl asked naughtily.
“Um, ready as I’ll ever be,” Candace replied.
Candace closed her eyes, trying to imagine that it was Jeremy putting the thick, soft dome of his cockhead between the lips of Candace’s sex. But apparently, keeping her eyes closed was not an option.
“When your owner fucks you in a position like this one,” Donna said, “where he can see your face, don’t forget to talk to him with your eyes. Just like when you suck his cock, you should look at him with total submission. Remember that fucking is the act of giving your owner your pussy, of opening it for him to use, of surrendering your body to him.”
Candace looked up at Adyson’s face, and as the girl began to ease her rubber dildo into Candace’s pussy, the redhead thought, My pussy is yours, Jeremy. My body is yours. Then, unconsciously parroting the words from the morning meditation, she went on, When you enter me, I am complete. When you fuck me, I am joyous.
Slowly, Adyson pushed the rubber cock all the way into Candace, who moaned softly.
“Yes, Jeremy,” she murmured as she looked up at Adyson’s face. She didn’t care if Adyson thought it was weird; Candace simply felt compelled to say it. “Fuck me. Fuck your Candace.”
From elsewhere in the room, Candace heard Donna say, “Suzy, I know that’s a lot of cock for a girl your size to take, so lift your legs up in the air. That will help.”
Candace glanced over to see Suzy raise her chubby legs into the air on either side of Sally’s hips. Now, as the little redhead pumped Suzy’s pussy, Suzy’s legs jiggled in the air in time with Sally’s thrusts. Suzy whimpered a little each time Sally pushed the simcock—which was only a little smaller than the one Candace and Adyson were using—into Suzy’s three-year-old pussy.
Candace forgot all about Suzy when Adyson began to pump her, moving at the same moderate pace that Raymond had when he’d started fucking Donna. Candace moaned again, louder this time, as she endeavored to move in rhythm with Adyson.
“Oh, yes, Jeremy,” she breathed, fully in the fantasy now. “Fuck me, I was born for you to fuck me, with your beautiful, beautiful cock…”
Adyson, playing along, repeated some of the things she’d heard Raymond say. “Take my cock, Candace, take it all.”
For the first few moments of their fuck, Candace had felt awkward trying to match her movements to Adyson’s thrusts. But now that they had fallen into a rhythm, Candace no longer needed to think about what she was doing. It was like her body already knew.
Maybe I really was born to fuck, she thought.
Adyson, imitating Raymond, gradually increased her pace, and Candace did the same.
Unconsciously drawing words from various fantasies she’d had about Jeremy, Candace moaned, “Yes, please, fuck me harder, Jeremy, fuck me ‘til you cum in me…”
Adyson grinned at Candace, then fucked her pussy hard and fast, grunting rhythmically with the effort. And then her smart strap-on buzzed inside Candace, and Candace could feel hot liquid shooting up inside her, and then Candace let out a short, high scream and clutched Adyson to her with her arms and legs as she came.
Not all the Greens orgasmed, but judging from the sounds Candace heard as she lay there in the afterglow, at least half of them did. Then, after the last simcock buzzed, Donna had the Reds and Greens switch positions, and Candace sim-fucked Adyson. Adyson came well before the dildo buzzed, but as instructed by Donna, she continued to move with Candace until the strap-on fired its simulated load into her.
At the end of the session, Donna said, “That was just the first of many positions you’ll learn here. Once you go home, you must find out what your owner’s favorite positions are and get used to assuming all of them, even if they are physically challenging.”
Wendy’s hand went up. “Um, what if you’re not feeling well?”
Spontaneously, Candace chimed in, “Or what if you’re having your period?”
“How you feel only matters if it will affect your performance, or if there’s a risk of getting your owner sick,” Donna replied. “As for your period, you just have to tell your owner that you’re having it, and he’ll decide what he wants you to do.”
Now it was lunchtime. Over the turkey sandwiches and salad, a conversation started that Candace wished she had thought to prepare for.
“Candace,” Holly said, “you’ve got your leather collar. That means you’ve been fucked, right?”
“Yeah, what’s it like?” Gretchen added.
“What’s your favorite position to get fucked in?” Katie asked.
“How big is your owner’s dick?” Wendy chimed in.
The one upside of being peppered with questions was that Candace could choose which one to answer. Naturally, she went with the one she could answer.
“Oh, Jeremy’s dick is pretty big,” Candace replied. Making a guesstimate based on the one direct look she’d gotten at Jeremy’s erection, she held the palms of her hands apart and added, “I’d say it’s about this long.”
“Mmm, not bad,” Gretchen said appreciatively. “How about girth? You know what they say: long is strong, but thicker is quicker.”
Candace made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and replied, “I’d say he’s about this big around.”
“Niiiiice,” Adyson said. “That must feel awesome in your pussy.”
“Um, oh, yeah, very awesome,” Candace replied. “I mean, I can’t even describe how awesome it is.”
Candace knew she wouldn’t be able to answer questions much longer without slipping up. So she did what teenagers often do when they are the center of unwanted attention: She deflected it at someone else.
“Holly,” she said, “I saw you with your owner at the beach. How big is his dick?”
“Well,” Holly replied with a sly grin, “Even though I’m not supposed to actually do anything with it yet, he’s shown it to me a couple of times, and…”
As the other girls conversed about the cock size of their owners or potential future owners, Candace found herself again contemplating the fact that in this dimension, she and every other girl was a slave. Even if all these girls were okay with that, how could Candace be?
But the thing was, she wasn’t merely a slave—she was Jeremy’s slave. And while the thought of being some random person’s property was revolting, the thought of belonging to Jeremy, of literally belonging to him, made her feel warm all over.
***
After lunch, cleanup, and a short break, the girls practiced the doggystyle position. This time, Candace was paired with Gretchen, who was too short to fuck Candace from behind while kneeling. Instead, the bespectacled girl squatted behind Candace to get her strap-on dildo to the correct height to fuck Candace’s pussy. Afterward, when two girls switched positions, Candace had the opposite problem, her hips being too high to get her strap-on into Gretchen’s pussy. Gretchen grabbed a spare mat from the wall, folded it in half, and got on top of it to raise her pussy to the right height.
“Very good, Gretchen,” Donna said. “When it comes to helping your owner fuck you the way he wants, you need to be able to think on your feet—or your knees, or your back.” The girls chuckled.
After that, the girls had a lesson about choosing sleepwear. Donna explained that while the particular styles they chose would depend on their model, in general they should always choose something that would give their owner ready access to their pussy and asshole, because being ready for sex at all times included those times when a girl was fast asleep.
Candace assumed that this lesson wouldn’t apply until she was finished with obedience school and went back to Jeremy’s house. But that night, before lights out, Donna came into the dormitory and proved Candace wrong.
“In each of your nightstands,” she explained, “is a smart strap-on and a tube of lubricant. Each night, you will lube your holes before going to sleep. And you had better not forget, because at a random time during the night, your bedmate may be awakened and instructed to fuck you. If you are the one awakened, look at your bed’s screen for instructions on which hole to fuck and in what position. Your strap-on will buzz when you’re finished.”
That night, Candace was awakened by the sensation of her bedmate, the little red-haired Sally, clumsily pushing the much larger Candace’s legs apart and then climbing on top of her to push the strap-on into her. Candace’s pussy was lubricated and ready, so there was no discomfort; instead, Candace dreamily imagined that she was being fucked by a little elf with an outsized cock. She didn’t cum, but it still felt kind of nice, especially when the smart strap-on buzzed inside her and shot warm, cum-like liquid up into her. Then Sally got off her, and Candace was soon asleep again.
***
Over the next few days, the girls learned and practiced more sex positions, kept up their blowjob training, and learned more about basic subjects like beauty, hygiene, and proper behavior and attitude.
“Remember,” Donna said one day, “that while you belong to your owner, he does not belong to you. Some girls feel jealous when they see their man flirting with another girl, or fucking her. But there’s no reason to feel that way. You are the one he owns. And even if he decides to sell you and get a new girl, then you’ll have a new owner to devote yourself to, which is what really matters.”
Donna shared many other pearls of wisdom, too. Some of these would also appear on the training room screen while the girls were practicing sex positions, or during their daily exercise.
“Submission is satisfaction.”
“When a man decides that you are worth owning, you need to prove every day that he is right.”
“You are never more alive than when you give yourself completely to your owner.”
“A cock inside you makes you whole.”
“To be filled is to be fulfilled.”
On the sixth day of training, Donna introduced two brand-new subjects, the first of them at the start of cocksucking practice that morning.
“Up to now,” the almond-eyed Apple said, “you’ve been learning how to pleasure your owner’s cock with your lips and tongue. Today, you’ll learn how to pleasure him with your throat, too. Deepthroating is not only an act of sexual pleasure but an expression of ultimate submission, and it can be extremely intimate.”
Candace figured the lesson would begin with a video as usual. Instead, Raymond Kovich returned and ordered Donna to get on her knees as he took out his cock.
As before, the girls watched the scene from the side as Donna used her hands, her tongue, and her lips to get Raymond’s cock fully hard. After suckling him for a minute, Donna slowly but steadily pushed her head forward, and Candace could hear her swallowing continuously. It amazed Candace to see Donna’s throat bulge with Raymond’s girth as the Apple took the man’s entire cocklength.
“Ahhhhhhh…” Raymond breathed, closing his eyes for a moment.
As soon as Donna’s chin was against his balls and her nose was in his pubic hair, Raymond opened his eyes again and looked down at her. Donna was looking back up at him, as she had been the whole time. Tears were beginning to leak from her eyes, but Candace could see that this was not because of pain or emotional upset, because the expression on Donna’s face was one of pure devotion.
With Raymond’s cock fully down her throat, Donna held still for a moment as she gazed up into her owner’s eyes. Then, slowly, she pulled her head back and pushed it forward again, and again, and again. Candace could see Raymond’s cock moving inside Donna’s bulging throat.
This is amazing, Candace thought. Swallowing his cock like that means she can pleasure the whole thing, down to the balls.
Raymond rested his hands on Donna’s head, but for the next few minutes, he simply continued looking at her submissive, adoring face and letting her bob her head on his cock. But soon after Donna began to increase the pace of her head-bobs, Raymond closed his eyes, tightened his grip on Donna’s head, and began fucking her face. He pumped her mouth and throat faster and faster, yet Donna never stopped looking up at him.
Finally, Raymond grunted loudly and thrust balls-deep into Donna’s mouth. The girls could see and hear Donna gulping down his load.
He pulled his cock out of Donna’s throat and cleaned it off with a damp towel while Donna, still on her knees, did the same with her face.
“Study hard, girls!” Raymond said to the group. Then he pulled up his pants and left.
“Now,” Donna said, “because deep-throating is such an important skill, I’m going to come around and walk each of you through it. Candace, we’ll start with you; everyone else, watch us.”
Candace wasn’t sure why Donna had picked her to go first, but having to do it while all the other girls watched was anxiety-provoking. Candace tried to forget about the others as she knelt in front of her simcock and Donna came over to stand beside her.
“With that long neck of yours,” Donna said, “you could swallow just about any cock down to the balls. Use that. Remember to imagine Jeremy standing in front of you. He’s looking down at you, ready for you to please him.”
This was what Candace imagined every time she practiced her cocksucking. But hearing Donna describe the scene made it more vivid in Candace’s mind, increasing the redheaded girl’s eagerness.
“And remember,” Donna added, “that by swallowing his cock, you’ll be taking it deep inside your body, where it belongs.”
With those thoughts in mind, Candace took a deep breath, took the head of the simcock in her mouth, and pushed her head forward slowly but forcefully, swallowing continuously as she did so. She felt the simcock’s head touch the back of her throat; then, with her continuous swallowing, it brushed past her uvula and began to go down her throat. Candace kept pushing forward, feeling the long shaft fill ever more of her throat. And before she knew it, her nose was up against the simcock’s rubbery base.
“Good job, Candace!” Donna cheered.
The feeling of triumph was like none Candace had ever experienced. A week ago, she would have thought that what she was doing was impossible—for anyone, let alone for her. But for Jeremy’s sake, she had done it, and done it perfectly.
“Now,” Donna said, “start your head-bobs. With your man all the way down your throat like that, you can massage his whole length at once.”
The mere thought of Jeremy penetrating her body this deeply, filling her throat with himself, doubled Candace’s enthusiasm and quadrupled her arousal. She forgot all about the other girls and even about Donna, so as reflexive tears streamed down her cheeks, Candace reached down between her slim, pale thighs to rub her clit while she continued bobbing her head on the simcock.
“You see, everyone?” Donna said. “Swallowing your man’s cock isn’t just rewarding for him; it’s rewarding for you. Your body’s purpose is to take a cock inside, and when that purpose is fulfilled, you are fulfilled.”
Candace kept up her head-bobs, slowly accelerating her pace. And she did the same with her clit-rubbing.
“Keep it up, Candace,” Donna said. “You can’t assume that your owner will grab your head and fuck your face like mine did; you have to be able to suck him to completion with or without his help.”
Candace bobbed her head faster and faster, keeping her eyes open and up, imagining that she was looking right into Jeremy’s eyes as she massaged his entire cocklength with her lips and throat and rubbed her clit ever more vigorously. And then the simcock buzzed, and Candace knew she’d made Jeremy cum, and then she screamed a long, gurgling scream around the shaft in her throat as she came, too.
“Excellent, Candace, just excellent!” Donna exclaimed as Candace slowly pulled her head back until the simcock, now growing flaccid, fell and hung in front of her face. “Now, Adyson, it’s your turn.”
Donna went over to Adyson and had the cute brunette kneel in front of her simcock.
“Just take the end in your mouth and suckle it like usual,” Donna said. “Then push forward gently until the head reaches the back of your throat. That’s when you start swallowing.”
“I don’t think I can,” Adyson protested. “I mean, I can suck it, but it’s too big for me to swallow.”
Donna turned to the others. “Girls, what have we said about ‘Too big’?”
In a loose chorus, the girls replied, “There’s no such thing!”
“That’s right, Adyson,” Donna said, looking back down at the kneeling girl. “Now open wide and put it in your mouth.”
Adyson looked dubious but, perhaps fearing getting a shock like Suzy had during their first cocksucking lesson, she opened her mouth and took the head of the simcock inside.
“That’s it,” Donna said. “Now close your lips around it and suckle it as you gently push your head forward. Let your lips slide along the cock as you take it deeper in your mouth.”
Cautiously, Adyson pushed her head forward. But as soon as she had about four inches of simcock in her mouth, she stopped. Donna put a hand on the back of the girl’s head.
“Come on, Adyson,” Donna said, firmly pushing Adyson’s head forward. “Just start swallowing, and don’t stop until it goes down your throat.”
“Ggggh,” Adyson protested, gagging on the simcock. “Ggggggllllgh!”
“Stop fighting it,” Donna said, in the sternest voice Candace had yet heard the Apple use. “Your owner was very specific about your learning to deepthroat. That simcock isn’t coming out of your mouth until you swallow it down to the balls. Just push your head forward and swallow hard.”
Candace looked away from Adyson and Donna to glance at the other girls. All were watching intently, and some seemed to be at the edge of their seats as Adyson struggled with her simcock. But Cindy, the quiet girl, looked horrified.
Adyson stopped struggling, and the muscles of her throat worked visibly as she swallowed the head of the simcock and then several inches of the shaft.
“There we go,” Donna said. “Good job, Adyson. Now, once your lips touch the base, start your head-bobs.”
Adyson did as instructed. Once she was bobbing her head steadily, working the simcock up and down inside her throat, Donna said, “While Adyson is working her simcock, let’s get Gretchen started.”
She continued like that, helping each of the girls get going before moving on to the next. Until she got to Cindy, who was last.
“I…I can’t,” Cindy said, looking at her simcock with both dread and forlornness. “I’m sorry.”
Donna put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It’s all right, sweetie, you’re just nervous. Come and talk with me for a minute.”
Cindy and Donna went to the chairs in the corner. Candace couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Cindy looked distressed as she spoke.
But by the time they came back to the wall of simcocks, Cindy looked much more relaxed. In fact, she seemed to be walking a little funny, and her pupils were large. In addition, a little green LED light was glowing on her collar.
Did they give her the same thing Jeremy gave me on the beach? Candace wondered. Is that what the green light means? I wouldn’t have been able to see it on my own collar.
Whatever the green light meant, it clearly was helpful to Cindy. While Donna held the girl’s hand and coached her, Cindy was able to swallow most of the rubber cock’s length.
“I knew you could do it,’’ Donna told Cindy, squeezing the girl’s hand.
***
The second brand-new subject came up later that day.
“This afternoon,” Donna said, “we’re going to talk about one of my favorite subjects: anal sex! Anal penetration is very special, because it can make you feel full and used in a way that vaginal penetration may not. When your man shoves the length of his cock up your ass, when he puts it in so deep that you feel his balls snug against your pussy, it can feel very intimate.”
Donna must have noticed the look of dubiousness on Suzy’s face, because she came over to Suzy, Sally, and Nina were sitting.
“For girls your size,” Donna said, “anal training is especially important, because your owner may not be able to get his whole cock into your pussy until you’re older.” Then she looked up at the group. “So everyone get with their partner and grab a strap-on. And plenty of lube.”
Candace was feeling a little uncertain about this lesson as she and Holly, her designated partner, fetched the required items. Candace had never even thought about what it would feel like if Jeremy put his cock in her little rear hole. Would it actually feel good, or was it just something that girls did to satisfy their owners?
“There are several positions for anal sex,” Donna said. “We’ll start with a simple one called face-down-ass-up. It’s a variation on doggy, and every girl should know it. In many ways, it is a perfect position, because it shows that you are humble and obedient while at the same time showing your pussy and ass to your owner. They belong to him, after all, and you want him to use them as often as he likes.”
Donna put on a short video of a girl getting ass-fucked in the face-down-ass-up position. To Candace, it looked straightforward; the girl just had to get on all fours and then lower her head and shoulders to the ground.
“Now,” Donna said after the video ended, “are there any questions before we get started?”
Little Sally raised her hand and asked, “Why do we always use strap-ons, ‘stead of getting fucked by real men an’ real cocks?”
Some of the other girls made scoffing sounds, like Sally had asked a question with an obvious answer. But Donna answered it patiently.
“A girl must be completely faithful to her owner. She must never have sex with another man unless her owner tells her to. Even here at obedience school.”
Candace was a Green today, and the Greens wore the strap-on first. When Holly assumed the face-down-ass-up position in front of Candace, the redhead could see what Donna had meant about the submissiveness of it; in this position, the little girl looked like little more than a pair of holes that had been given to Candace to fuck.
When Donna gave the Greens the go-ahead, Candace slowly pushed her strap-on into Holly’s ass, making the little Black girl moan. Candace pushed all the way in, admiring the adorableness of Holly’s ass while also being amazed by how that tiny hole was swallowing the full length of the dildo.
From somewhere behind her, Candace heard Suzy whine, “Not so deep, it feels weird.”
“There’s no such thing as too deep, Suzy,” Donna reminded the little blue-eyed girl. “You just have to relax. Remember, that cock inside you owns you; you need to submit and let it do what it wants.”
Candace gradually accelerated the fucking, trying to stick to the pace that the man in the video had used. Holly didn’t cum, but by the time the dildo buzzed and shot its sim-cum inside her ass, her little bald pussy was shiny-wet.
Then it was Candace’s turn. The face-down-ass-up position did indeed feel very submissive; Candace was resting her head on the mat and couldn’t see Holly, but it was like Candace could feel Holly’s eyes on her exposed ass, especially her hole. And when Holly put the head of the dildo against Candace’s lube-slicked back door, Candace felt a rush of feeling that was more than physical—a kind of exquisite vulnerability.
“Put it in, Jeremy,” she whispered.
Candace didn’t know whether Holly heard her, because she was barely even aware of Holly at that moment. Her entire consciousness was focused on the sensation of that cock as it pushed into her, spreading her hole open and then sinking into her ass.
Candace made a long, whimpering moan. Being penetrated this way felt very different from being fucked in her pussy or her mouth, but it nonetheless felt as intimate as Donna had said it could. What was more, having her face on the mat made it very easy for Candace to close her eyes and imagine that it was Jeremy pumping his sweet cock in and out of her pale-pink asshole. Which was why it was only a few minutes before Candace was screaming in orgasm.
***
That night, Suzy was Candace’s assigned bedmate. Suzy had been on her best behavior since she’d received that shock on the second day of obedience school, but Candace doubted very much that this was because Suzy had learned her lesson. She had simply learned that there were eyes everywhere, so there was very little she could get away with. What was more, from the murmured gossip of the other girls, Candace had learned that there were only a few reasons why a girl would be sent for obedience training at such a young age, the main one being that she was borderline-Intractable. And when Suzy hopped into bed ahead of Candace and spread out like a starfish, leaving Candace only a sliver of space, it was clear that Suzy was as much a brat in this dimension as she was in Candace’s own.
Some time after midnight, Candace’s collar buzzed, awakening her. This had happened the previous night, too, when Candace was awakened to spread Wendy’s slender legs and fuck the girl with the strap-on until it buzzed.
Candace looked at the screen on the headboard. It showed only two words: ANAL and DOGGY.
The words made Candace grin fiendishly. As she grabbed the smart dildo out of the nightstand and strapped it to her hips, Candace thought about the many times that Suzy had scared or hurt or humiliated her. It might not have been this Suzy, exactly, but it might as well have been, as this Suzy was obviously cut from the same cloth.
Suzy was sleeping on her back, but her small size made it easy to roll her over and then pull her up onto her hands and knees. She was only beginning to wake up when Candace flipped up the hem of Suzy’s short nightgown and pulled the blonde girl’s little blue panties down to her knees.
“Wha- Wait!” Suzy squeaked as Candace put the head of the strap-on—which was longer and girthier than the one Suzy had been fucked with that afternoon—against the little girl’s asshole.
“No waiting,” Candace growled, and shoved the dildo’s head in, forcing Suzy’s little pink hole open wide and then pushing through it. Suzy tried to squirm away, but Candace held her firmly in place as she violated the three-year-old’s ass ever deeper.
“That’s it, Suzy,” Candace murmured pushing inch after inch of thick shaft into the child’s overstretched hole. “Take it good and deep, all the way up your cute little ass…”
Suzy whimpered. The sound made Candace smile. In fact, even though the dildo was sized for girls three times Suzy’s age, Candace wished it were even longer and thicker. She’d love to know how far she could force it into Suzy’s helpless little ass before it hit bottom, and what kind of sound Suzy would make when it did.
Candace got all the way in and then began to pump, making Suzy whimper louder. Candace knew that she was probably being watched—surely, whoever was monitoring the girls at all times could do so even in near darkness—yet that didn’t deter her from grabbing a fistful of Suzy’s blonde hair to keep the child under control as Candace fucked the little girl’s helpless asshole harder and harder. Soon, Candace’s slim hips were spanking Suzy’s small, pale ass, and Candace was grunting with the effort of pounding her. And when the simcock buzzed and shot its load into Suzy’s asshole, Candace buried its shaft deep in the little girl as Candace, in the space of ten seconds, rubbed herself to orgasm.
“There we go,” Candace panted, slowly withdrawing the rubber fucktool from Suzy’s ass and then looking with satisfaction at the child’s now-gaping hole.
Candace grabbed some wipes from the side table drawer and cleaned off the strap-on, as the girls had been instructed to do each time they finished using the dildo. Then Candace pushed Suzy’s limp, panting body to one side of the bed so that Candace could stretch out on the other side.
“G’night, Suzy.”
***
The next day, Candace half expected to receive some sort of punishment for being so rough with Suzy. Instead, during the short interval between breakfast cleanup and the start of lessons, Donna took Candace aside.
“I just wanted to ask,” Donna said, “how do you think Suzy is doing? You’ve probably guessed that her owner is concerned about her becoming an ‘I.’”
“Well,” Candace replied slowly as a wicked urge came over her, “to be honest…I think she needs a lot more anal training.”
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