Swiss College vignette - on becoming what you are

this story takes place in the Swiss College universe. You can read more stories with the same setting, and they might helpt this one make sense.

A Classroom Vignette http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=8403

Ordinary Morning http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=8595

On the Levels of Control http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=8467

Synopsys: "Growing up is all about change. Jeanne and Pat enjoy a session with Madame Landau who explains their new roles in life, and the attending changes in their bodies and minds. Afterwards, Jeanne visits that little bitch Luisa and installs some special hardware."

An appointment with Madame Landau was rarely a simple and happy occasion . The Head of Career only saw students when some big change was on the horizon in their lives. Students visited her office when the end of their studies was imminent and they were about to leave the Swiss College to join their owner. She was additionally responsible for managing all the major events in a pupil's life, such as admission to the College, that usually happened at the age of eight after the Kindergarten years, Induction two years later and Dispersal, the very important moment when, at an age between twelve and fourteen, the students stopped living in the common dormitories and moved into smaller rooms, with companions of their choice. These moments of transition were common to all the students and carefully planned together with the Head of Education. The main challenge was orchestrating the various Dispersals around Sparrowmas, the collective ceremony during which all the thirteen year old students experience their first orgasm at each others' hands, in public. This contrasted greatly with Dispersal, a private event that marked an important moment in the student's development - you could call it the first step towards independence, although in the case of the Swiss College pupils independence sometimes was not on any conceivable horizon.

Jeanne and Pat were waiting in Madame Landau's anteroom, a small oddity of a room with two armchairs, one sofa and one plant. The only adornment of the room was an etching from a Dutch edition of "Justine, or the Misadventures of Virtue". It represented the protagonist in the act of finding out that she is going to be made a slave by a gang of forgers whose chief is the man who is accompanying her. "Je te mène servir des faux-monnayeurs dont je suis le chef", says the man as he drags the poor Justine across a small bridge and shows her the scene of her future torments. Jeanne had wondered more than once if this picture was the most appropriate for the Head of Career waiting room.

Jeanne and Pat were kissing. Left with nothing to do, they had reverted to type in behavior and started kissing first as friends and then as lovers. Madame Landau could watch them through her HUD without any discomfort: that would have been the view from a security camera, if she had bothered to install one. Pat broke the kiss and looked around for some seconds; then the ponygirl slipped her hand inside her friend's rubber jacket and grabbed her breast through the tight rubber bra. "Are your tits bigger, girlfriend? Or are they swollen today?" she asked, and Jeanne answered by completely opening her jacket and making her tits spill out of her bra. Pat knew what she wanted and took Jeanne's nipples between her fingers. The ponygirl pinched and squeezed until Jeanne closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Then Pat murmured a password into Jeanne's ear. Jeanne felt a wave of warmth run over her body as she became very horny and entered the first state of submission. As she kneeled on the floor to suck Pat's cock she felt the dildos shift inside her with a comforting heaviness. There could be no escape from these pleasures, she was just a fucktoy, she would sink deeper and deeper into pleasure under the commands of Pat, she told herself.

Jeanne should have been alarmed at being made Horny so suddenly, but since she was Horny and horny she did not mind. She put both her hands on Pat's dick and ran them up and down. She licked her hands and repeated until she had a serious erection on her hands.

Madame Landau's duties also included unplanned changes in the student's circumstance. It occasionally happened that a student's owner would die, or that she could not afford any more the costs of the Swiss College. In these rare cases a situation was found, usually involving transferral of the completion bond, and then communicated to the student.

Jeanne rained kisses on the cock and on Pat's muscular belly. Pat always smelled of incense and resin, and the smell was particularly strong in her crotch. Jeanne rubbed her face against that magical spot where the smell was most intense, the patch of soft tight skin between her balls and her anus. She took one of her balls into her mouth and swished it around.

Students graduated from the College between sixteen and eighteen years of age. The Board felt that going earlier than that, as other colleges would, would shortchange the owner but also that the student would be left with incomplete developmental issues and a partial education. Plus, there was still a certain moral stain connected with very young people as visible sex objects. While they were inside the College they were still sex objects, but they were out of the public scrutiny, which somehow made everything more OK.

At any rate, the students did not look forward to private appointements with Madame Landau. They were always the harbinger of radical change.

Jeanne took the fat cockhead into her mouth and ran her hands on the narrow cock shaft. As Pat would put it, it was a cock but a very feminine cock. Somewhat like an Art Decò flower, it had an insolently large and flared head, and then it shrunk to a slender and -she liked to think- elegant stem, set atop two magnificent egg-sized testicles. A swollen, soft foreskin normally kept the fat purple dickhead out of sight. Pat's cock was an object of taut membranes and curves, contrasts between shiny mucosa and satiny skin. It was flowing in and out of Jeanne's mouth driven by Pat's narrow hips. The dickgirl had rested her hands on Jeanne's shoulders but there was no need to guide her in her sucking. Jeanne shifted on her chair. The sex toys held inside her by her rubber chastity belt shifted too, making her gasp around the cock that was probing her mouth.

Madame Landau, dressed in very prim Victorian style, was waiting in her study. It was a grey winter day, the long flat clouds poured grey shadowless light on the College's large grounds. In front of the setting sun the trees appeared perfectly black. A couple of trysting schoolgirls were passionately kissing on a bench. Their names popped up, with a painful twitch, at the edge of her visual field, connected to the girls by thin bright lines. Ah yes, Sandra and Luisa, she should have recognized them by their body shape and the way they interacted. Luisa had opened Sandra's coat and she was apparently attaching chains to her pierced nipples. Madame Landau forced herself to ignore the scene and briefly went over what she had to announce to Pat soon.

Pat did not know yet, but she was going to leave the Swiss College in fourteen months, subjective time. Her owner had specified certain changes to be made to her body and behaviour. A set of small cosmetic changes before graduation was expected, as the owners adapted themselves to the future reality of living with a new boy or girl in the household. But the changes Pat would go through would be major - not catastrophic, but deep. Madam Landau had supreme confidence in her ability to explain the changes and convince the dickgirl that all would be for the best. She had already done this in the past.

In the waiting room, Pat had now stood up and was busy fucking Jeanne's face in earnest. The fair-haired girl, her upper body completely uncovered now, could barely keep her mouth on Pat's raging cock. Pat was holding her by her head and moaning incoherently. Jeanne did not make much of a production of it, she was not advertising as it were, but her mouth was extremely talented. She felt the cock in her mouth stiffen even more; Pat was just slamming it in blindly, without any attempt at finesse. As Pat started coming in her mouth, the clock chimed three. Jeanne swallowed the thin sperm and started making herself decent. Pat quickly reassembled her schoolgirl outfit and walked up to Madame Landau's door, barely making time to stuff her softening cock into her pale blue panties and whisper the release password into Jeanne's ear. The submissive girl shuddered as she returned to her normal state. Pat hoped that she was decent, she did not know what would be worse, to show up with her dick hanging out from below her skirt, or to be late? Let's never find out, she thought.

A polite knock came from the door and Madame Landau said "Enter, it is open". Pat entered with a slightly worried expression. Oh, it is the schoolgirl outfit again, the teacher thought. Thigh high stripy stockings, short frilly skirt, crisp shirt and slutty heels. I prefer her in strappy leather, and I think that her owner does too. The girls was flushed and her skirt was not straight, but overall she had not done a bad job. "Pat, darling, come here and sit on my knees".

Making students sit on her knees was Madame Landau's favorite psychological tool. They were all used to that, as she had individual talks with everybody, starting at the age of eight when they left Kindergarten. They all knew that they would sit on her knees and rest their head on her shoulder or on her soft breast; and they knew that she would play with their nipples and breast, or their dick or their pussy and talk to them until everything was fine. Talks with Madame Landau could be very long or very short, but they always lasted as much as they needed to last. She did not know what hurry was. The Swiss College students knew that at times the process could hurt, but it always left them with a clearer mind and a better understanding of themselves. Madame Landau had a fine and sensitive touch and a terribly persuasive voice. Her job was to walk them through their fetishes and their changing and complex sexual orientations. She was also their career counselor, although many pupils did not want or need advise on their future activities, since everything would be decided by their owner anyway.

Pat sat on the teacher's knees. The dress was watered silk and it felt cool and stiff under her thighs. She wondered how it was going to feel when her tiny skirt would get out of the way. "Lift your skirt and open your shirt, little one." the dickgirl complied, looking into Madame Landau's grey eyes. The teacher pushed her hand under the skirt and grabbed Pat's floppy cock. "Soft? You would disappoint me, if I did not know about your little entertainment in my waiting room. I hope you did not soil the sofa. At any rate, I can see that you still like me..." Under her delicate hands, Pat's cock was straining to regain its full size. Pat swallowed and looked down on her growing dick, feeling a bit embarassed at her own perpetual readiness.

Madame Landau asked gently Pat to lie her head down on her shoulder and listen to some very important news. Pat snuggled in close and waited. This had to be news from her owner! The teacher spoke, all the while gently teasing Pat's breasts and cock "Well, darling, your owner has let us know what he wants for your final body adjustment, the one all the students go through one to two years before graduation. They are some major changes, I'd say, but they are for your good. And your owner is even prepared to negotiate some aspects with you! I will be here to help, but in the end it will be your body, so it is good that you have a say. The most important thing, though, is that your owner has decided to make you into a ponygirl."

Pat was not disappointed but rather surprised. She blinked and said "But, I am all wrong. Ponygirls are tall, they have no boobs, they are thin and they think all the time about training and fitness. They are also slightly dumb, and they don't... ". Madame Landau shushed Pat with kisses and went on "Those are athletic ponygirls, for competitions. High speed, born and bred. You will not be like that, you are going to be a pleasure ponygirl, which means that you will live a more or less normal life with bouts of pony when your owner feels like that. Also, there will be lots of sex. Lots and lots of sex, darling. You are getting a body that is designed for it.  At any rate, let me tell you what will happen."

Pat was wide eyed. Was she shocked or was she just very attentive to what she was hearing? Madame Landau stroked her back, kissed her and returned to her light masturbation and delicate nipple tweaking. "First of all, you are going to be taller. Much taller. Ten inches. You will need a whole new set of clothes. You will be about six feet two inches, darling. The tallest girl in the school, definitely taller than me and taller than many of the boys. Do you like that? Yes, I think you do, I can feel how hard you are. Now, why don't you get naked? Keep your stockings and shoes on, they are cute. I think I like your schoolgirl outfit, after all"

Pat stood up. Her large erected cock was peeking grotesquely out from under her skirt and her shirt was half open. She undressed quickly and waited as Madame Landau also removed her dress and put it on a dressmaker's dummy. The teacher was wearing archaic and constructive black underwear that showed off her grownup body.  A simple half-cup corselet held up her sheer stockings and underlined her large, pear-shaped breasts. She was wearing sheer panties that allowed Pat to see her neat rectangle of pubic hair. It was an insignia of rank, since all the students were supposed to be either shaven smooth or naturally hairless, like Pat.

The girl set down again on the teacher's legs, feeling the warmth of her body against her naked butt through the delicate stockings. "Yes, you will be very tall. And your body will change in proportion too. You will have bigger breasts, much much bigger, yes sweety, that is what your owner wants. They are already big, but they have to be bigger. Your cock will be about 60% longer and thicker, which means it will be the size of your arm. Many boys will be envious. About your ass, you remember that the rule says that dickgirls must always be able to take a cock the size of their own. The rule holds, and your ass will be trained and shaped adequately. You will have a tiny waist, and your butt will become bigger than now, but not much. In short, you will have a dream body, according to the dreams of your owner. Men and women will fight over you. "

Pat was very horny now. The teacher's insistent touch and the images of the future that were running through her head gave the ponygirl a rigid hard-on. The teacher made a three dimensional image of Pat's future body appear in the center of the room. A tall, statuesque woman with well defined but discrete muscles, a tiny waist as mentioned and Pat's broad shoulders. It was just a textureless white model, but it made the point: Pat was going to be stunning. "Yes, darling, you will look very good and since you like showing off you will use your body to its best. Now, about your tits: in the model they are just like yours now, which is not an option because on your body they look relatively small. Your owner is prepared to negotiate, because your are such a nice girl and he wants you to feel that this is really, ultimately, in a way, your body. So, this is his offer."

The model suddenly had large tits, sightly saggy and with smallish nipples. "What you see is 140% size tits, in the form chosen by your owner. Your current tit size is 120%, so your new tits will be much bigger, absolutely and relatively. This is what your breast would look like without a bra, by the way."

"But teacher, I can't have saggy boobs! Those look terrible, it is such a wrong shape for me."

"Well, darling, that's what your owner would like, but do you have a better offer? Here is the interface tablet, make your proposal"

Pat grabbed the object and indicated that she wanted firm, rounded tits. The system indicated that it was customary to make concessions when negotiating, not just state demands. That was right, what could she offer? 160%, indeed rounded and perky. Yes, she could push the size up in exchange for the shape she wanted. The tablet displayed an alert on breast sizes beyond 150%: apparently she was going to need strengthening of her back muscles, and she was going to find it hard to buy underwear in normal shops. Details.

The owner took a long time to answer, as always. Whenever there was any real time conversation with owners, it was as if they waited until they were really positive. Perhaps they were asking the rest of the family. Long pregnant pause... OK, the owner liked the new shape and he was accepting firm rounded tits, with large areolas and big nipples. And an increased overall size of 170%. 170% meant 1.7 times the "standard" size for a human of a certain height and body type. The formula took into account shoulder width, heigh and waist size. It could be debatable whether 100% was attractive (most owners found it a bit small), but 170% was definitely large. More warnings appeared on the screen: "You will need extra back surgery. People will look at you in the street. Some will point at you. You will never buy a ready-made garment or undergarment. You will rarely see your feet. It is very likely that you will not be able to run, and it is certain that you will not want to. OK/Cancel"

Madame Landau was busy caressing the girl's rampant cock. She had to be in the right state of mind, in order to take the right decision. The teacher now placed her hands on her left tit and started massaging it. "Your tits are going to be so big they will not fit in my hands... You will have to chase away some of your schoolmates with a stick and breast bondage will become a very intense experience." And probably a frequent one, she added in her mind. Madame Landau made a ring with her thumb, her index and her middle fingers and started running it up and down the hot shaft. She swirled her tongue around the cock head and added more saliva to the slick mess of spittle and pre-cum that was already dribbling off the girl's balls and puddling on the gray silk underneath her.

The girl knew that it was time to press OK and issue the bid. 170% was a lot, but she could deal with it. After her bid, there was a long quiet time broken only by the noise of quiet kisses as the teacher and the student made out. The tablet chimed: the owner and his family (there was a family? Pat realized that she did not know much about her owner's entourage) seemed to like the offer and now wanted to get into detail. Her breasts were going to have large, elevated areolas. Pat liked that, she had always had a thing for puffies. Her nipples were going to be almost one inch long and thick, with something called the fast flow, fast heal option. "Your owner wants you to have big tits and big nipples, and he wants the milk to flow out of them quickly. I can see from your face that you were not expecting this, so I will have to fill in. You are going to be lactating, little girl." The teacher hands were busy expertly squeezing her breast, rolling it between her finger, squeezing along the nipples in a milking movement. Madam Landau spoke softly in her ear, her breath hot, moist and smelling like mint. "You are going to have big, sensitive tits. It is not part of the deal, but your sensitivity is going to be increased all over. You are going to feel like sex most of the time. You will want people to play with you. When you are not busy with your studies -I think that your owners want you to attend business school, probably through an at-home education platform- your main focus will be entertaining the owner and the family plus giving milk, preferably at the same time. And I personally think, little pony, that you should go for broke and ask for 180%. It will impress them with your loyalty and your will to please".

Madame Landau went back to caressing Pat's cock with slippery cool fingers. She kept her touch very light, because she did not want Pat to come now; she had to be horny for the negotiation and for what would follow. Fourteen more months accelerated time, and Pat was going to make her debut into the world. The fourth generation of Swiss College graduates, something to be proud of. Also, something that had been discreetly kept from the public eye for quite some time now. Madame Landau personally doubted that this specific gig could be kept hidden and active forever, but for now, from her subjective point of view, it was all good. The job fit her inclinations perfectly and there was the odd benefit of being paid about fifteen times as much as anybody in a similar position. The factor of fifteen was composed of a factor of two that covered the secrecy and her excellent qualifications multiplied by the standard sevenfold acceletratiosn plus one, just because.

Pat was feeling increasingly submissive. She longed to be possessed by her owner, the whole gang actually: she wanted a loving family that would fuck her hard. An extended family with  perhaps... three children or five, why be modest in dreams? She could see it, the whole family clustered around her in the living room, the father was fucking her hard in her soft ass, her dick was embedded deep into the mother, the elder son fucking her mouth and the two young twins were feeding from her breasts, their tiny hands squeezing and teasing the milk out. She could positively see their little blond heads latched to her nipples. So she watched her fingertips reach for the tablet and nudge up her future breast size to 180%. The 3D model looked positively cartoonish now. The dreams of a thousand teenagers armed with sculpting software would become reality thanks to her. The owner accepted greedily, very satisfied by the way she had accepted without questioning the fast flow, fast heal option. Fast flow would allow mechanical milking, two liters in about two minutes, very convenient for the contemporary ponygirl in a hurry; fast flow was also an asset with greedy adults who just want to fill their mouths with milk. And fast heal would be very handy during the long, elaborate process of arriving at the appropriate piercing jewelry. Too much jewelry, and milk flow would be impeded; too little, and the owner would feel that Pat's magnificent body was not used and adorned enough. The VR system shot up a few more alarming popups about how incredibly large and inconvenient her new tits were going to be. She knew, that was the whole point.

Madame Landau grabbed firmly Pat's cock and kissed the tip lightly. She smiled at the excited student and started licking the cockhead in earnest. Pat closed her eyes and barely noticed when the owner accepted the design and logged out, leaving the 3D model of her future body slowly rotating in the center of the room. Madame Landau was very proud of Pat: though not a particularly extreme pattern, her body and mind were doing very well. In the future there would be more of her. They would disguise the family air with different hair color, breast size, eye color and a hundred other details, but the pattern was going to be Pat's. The dickgirl's mouth opened to moan as her head lolled back. The teacher's tongue was touching all the right spots, touching off effervescent little waves of pleasure that ran through her skin. The teacher cupped delicately her heavy balls, separating them with her thumb. She was going to be a fine one, Madame Landau thought. She was fifteen, almost sixteen. Her owner was her legal custodian, and she was going to remain a minor until the age of twenty-four. This completely arbitrary number, the result of extensive political compromises, gave her owning family six years of pleasure and potentially much more. It was difficult to predict what a given graduate would do, but a great majority of the College graduates chose to stay with their owner even after they acquired their freedom. Of course, what was remarkable was that there were any who left their families at all: the College's buildup of the owner (or the owning group) as the center of a student's world meant that it took an exceptionally generous and brave owner to encourage a College graduate to leave and build an independent life.

The teacher took a long and narrow glass buttplug from her desk and dipped it in a bowl of lubricant. Without being told, the dickgirl stood up and presented her ass. "Now that the negotiation is done we can have some little fun for ourselves, eh? There, always feels nicer with something up there, right? Now take off my panties and lick me. On your knees, little fuckthing". This was Pat's secret delight; feeling that she was being dehumanized and reduced temporarily to an instrument of pleasure. This was why, at times, she would knock on the doors of the other rooms and beg to be let in; some of those door were always open to submissive, horny girls and boys. The Leather Room, for example, always welcomed her. Sessions there tended to make sitting impossible for days. The Jelly Room was also always there for her, whenever she felt the desire to be fucked by organomechanic tentacles while covered in slippery gel. When her desires were darker and deeper, though, she would knock on chilly, hard metallic surface of the one black door. No handle. If she was sufficiently horny and submissive, claws would come out of the very surface of the door and drag her inside. In the process, a blindfold would be placed on her eyes and then hours of pain, pleasure, bondage and heavy enclosure would start. She did not hang out with the people of the Black Room, though. She wasn't always quite that submissive or dominant.

Pat kneeled and took off her teacher's panties. Madame Landau's sex was very smooth and white, with a soft and inviting crease. The dickgirl started kissing her vulva all over and spread her butterfly kisses to her pale and sensitive thighs, interspersing them with coy cat-like licks aimed at her clit and broad-tongued sloppy kisses on her slit. She started poking her tongue in, and she was not surprised when the woman started delicately guiding her head and pushing back against her mouth. "Nice as always, darling... now stand up and fuck me like a good little pony." The teacher sat on the desk which placed her pussy at the right height. The teacher's sex was very hot and surprisingly tight. Pat got her massive cockhead wet and pushed in slowly, while Madame Landau moaned. It felt so big and somewhat... authoritative. In broken flashes the woman thought that this was a cock that could not be denied anything. She slowly eased herself backward until she was completely horizontal on her desk, her raised legs resting on Pat's shoulders. The dickgirls was using her legs and her back to slam inside her hard; her eyes were closed in concentration and pleasure. The teacher moaned louder, in a crescendo of extasy. Pat was now simply fucking her with most of her dick, as the last inch would not fit inside her. "So long," she thought, "and she will get longer and bigger." With that last rational thought Madame Landau primly tightened her eyes and came. Her back arched and slapped with a moist sound into the desk's leather surface a few times, and then she felt Pat's cock swell and release a flood of sperm inside her.

Pat climbed off the desk awkwardly and helped the teacher off too. They were both still in a slight daze from the strength of the pleasure. Madame Landau drank a glass of water and spoke softly to Pat. "That was remarkable. It gives me the greatest hopes for your future development into a fine stallion. Your owner will be very pleased, I know." Madame Landau put her panties back on, but she did not bother with her black dress. They kissed almost formally and Pat let herself out of the office, still naked and holding her clothes in a bundle. Jeanne looked up at Pat who said "I have big news, I am going to be a ponygirl! Don't laugh, I will tell you all about it later but now you have to go in. Maybe there are news for you too." Jeanne swallowed hard and walked up to the door as Pat ran away, her wet cock swinging obscenely.

Jeanne entered the room and smelled the obvious aroma of sex. The room was mostly dark, lit by the pool of light from a desk lamp. Madame Landau was sitting in front of it, in one of the visitors chairs. The dark corners of the room held a suggestion of fragile, dark-stained glass cabinets standing on spindly legs and full of small remarkable objects. The last orange of the setting sun had pierced the winter clouds and was glinting off a brass telescope set close to the window. A 3D model of a naked dickgirl, somewhat like Pat's only much taller and muscular, was slowly rotating in the center of the room. Madame Landau made the grey model disappear into nothingness with a touch of the tablet.

She looked out of the window. Outside, on one of the benches, Luisa was doing something to Sandra that made the submissive girl wiggle and -no doubt, although she could not hear it from here- squeak. Luisa was pushing very small snowballs into her pussy. It was to be hoped that she would not exceed the safety limit. Damn that Luisa, she thought, feeling Pat's watery sperm ooze out of her pussy, into her panties and soon after into the seat of her desk chair. Luckily the furniture here was cleaned and made impeccable every night by the Night Gnomes.

Madame Landau was in a meditative mood. "I wonder if sex with a ponygirl or a ponyboy qualifies as bestiality. Perhaps virtual bestiality. Do you know that, years ago, when I was still working as a model, I used to have sex with animals? It can be a lot of fun, but it is always messy. And most animals used for sex are very clumsy and stupid, it takes hours to get any action, and more hours to get usable footage...". The woman straightened herself and visibly focused her attention on Jeanne, "at any rate, I have some interesting new for you as well. Good news, I have to say upfront. Now strip and come sit on my legs." Jeanne was turned on by Madame Landau, always had been, and she remembered that the little sessions on her legs invariably ended in a delicious orgasm for the student. The teacher's old-fashioned underwear drove her crazy, Jeanne had to admit. The girl took off all she could and was about to sit down on the teacher's nylon-covered legs when Madame Landau interrupted her.

"Why don't you take off those rubber panties or shorts or whatever? Oh, I see, they are locked on. Luisa and her passion for locking you inside a chastity belt knows no limits, I see. No need for you to be embarassad. But, let me take it off." The panties lock opened under her fingers and Jeanne pulled down the garment. The vinyl cocks left her ass and her pussy with a reluctant, liquid sound. "Besides, don't you ever get tired of that little bitch making you do things and treating you like a slave? Don't look all surprised now, I know that she does what she wants with you and that you just obey. The day before yesterday she even forced you to come repeatedly in public outdoors during Athletics, and you nearly had a heat stroke. It was even, please don't think of me badly for saying this, a neat scene in a sense, but I think that she is really going beyond what is acceptable in a healthy domination relationship. Besides, her owner has slightly changed her plans for her."

Madame Landau slipped two finger in the girl's hot, moist sex. The dildos had done a perfect job of keeping Jeanne horny and unsatisfied all morning long, so Jeanne welcomed those long fingers inside her. She found herself hugging the older woman who stroked her hair and kept masturbating her. Their mouth met and they started kissing. Jeanne was dazed, they were kissing like equals! This was kissing like she shared with Pat or Aysha or Charles, giving and taking, the tongues occasionally exchanging small secret kisses of their own at the tip. This was not the ravaging, devouring kiss of domination that she knew so well. She flashed back for a second:

Inside the Black Room, tied up with rough hemp ropes and blindfolded. "Open wide".

The alien feeling of the ring gag, settling inside her mouth behind her front teeth.

Obscenely open, stretched lips. Being slowly, carefully licked.

Used. Cocks entering her mouth, pussies being pushed against it, fingers touching her tongue and toying with it.

Invaded. Tongues exploring her mouth without any hurry, seeking hers as it found nowhere to hide. Long muscular tongues that she had not even imagined.

Forced. To lick nipples. To poke out her tongue into a waiting anus. To drink.

Fucked. Not. Crazy with desire, idly wondering if a clitoris can explode from internal pressure.

Adorned. Nipple clamps, labia clamps, weights and something that tweaked her clit hood.

Exposed. Forced to return to the Blue Room wearing a leg spreader, her pussy literally dripping, heavy metal balls packed into her ass.

Released. Her friends made her come so many times that day.

Beloved. The long oil massage that had worked the tension out of her body.

Jeanne shuddered back to the reality of the numerous small kisses that were drying her tears. Her mind was changing shape. She felt her emotions adjusting and her back straightening. Madame Landau said "Change is confusing, but I think that you need to change, little Jeanne. You don't need to submit any more to anyone". Jeanne was openly crying now. What was she going to do now? The submissiveness had left, to be replaced by enormous, scary, self-confidence. She was not going to submit. Others were going to submit! Madame Landau had never stopped playing with the blonde girl's remarkably tight sex. Three fingers now, and a thumb on the clitoris, thought the teacher. Jeanne felt the teacher's other hand on her breasts and looked her in the eyes.

"Lovely Jeanne, always so hot for teacher... I need you for something special. Pat has told you that her body is going to change - and of course her mind too. I need you because I know that you love her in a special way. I also know that she plays with many other students, but she always comes back to you, and you know that. You two grew up together, she loves you deeply and she likes to fuck you both in your pussy and in your ass. And you are the only girl that really likes to be sodomized by that weird cock of hers. There is no need to blush with me, you know that. And your owner loves to watch your ass being opened up. Anyway, she is going to change and you are going to change too. You will grow a bit, not quite as much as her, but you will definitely grow another couple of inches. Your hips and your breasts will fill out a bit and you will have to be opened up properly for Pat's new giant cock."

Madame Landau slipped deftly her little finger into Jeanne's ass. The girl was accepting everything remarkably well, so she went on with more news. "Yes, you will do your reshaping therapy together with Pat, so you can keep each other company and chat. It will be about one hour per day, I am told that it is quite pleasant." Body alterations to the Swiss College students were done through pseudo-medical procedures such as repeated breast sucking and nipple stimulation for breast enlargement, fucking machine sessions for vaginal and anal alterations... of course, the total control that the College had on its students meant that basically any alteration could be performed overnight and without inconvenience. But it had been observed that changing a student's body shape brusquely caused nasty self-image problems and unpleasant analogues of phantom-limb syndrome. Besides the reshaping could be turned into a little kinky activity with its own merits.

The College designers had had a blast working on the various reshaping machines.

Jeanne let herself be transported by the pleasure as Madame Landau played her like a guitar, one hand strumming her sex (three fingers in the pussy, thumb on the clitoris, little finger wiggling madly in that soft lovely ass) and the other quietly teasing her nipples and playing with her tits. If Madame Landau had been provided by nature or artifice with a penis, that penis would right now be looking for a way to slip into Jeanne. As it was, she had to settle on using her hands to make the blonde girl come in great shuddering spasm. They kissed some more, sharing the view of the sky as it went from blue to purple to almost black.

"Dear dear Jeanne, now everything is different. Your daily routine will change, perhaps -apart from reshaping therapy- it will not be so much like routine anymore! I think I have a small task for you. I would like you to go to the Steel Bitches and pick up something for me. In fact it is not really for me, it is a box for Luisa. To show that you have no lingering bad feelings about her, you should pick up the package, deliver it to Luisa and give her a hand with the content.

The old Jeanne would have been alarmed. She knew that the Steel Bitches specialized in CNC manufacturing of very special custom sex toys. The new Jeanne was guessing that what was in the package was going to be an important tool for her revenge on Luisa. She did not even realize that she was already thinking in very aggressive terms.

Jeanne left and walked by the shortest route possible to the Steel Bitches. She banged loudly on the rusty metal door, shouting "You bitches, I have come to pick up something for Luisa. Open, you ditzy metallic sluts!" One very surprised girl opened the door and let her in. Jeanne was still completely naked, but her attitude was so domineering that the girl hardly noticed. "Come in, Jeanne, why don't we play a bit before class?" "Hey Pinkie, I would love to chain you up to the Painwall and fuck you silly, but not tonight. Tomorow, definitely, it's a deal. Can you get me the package?"

Somehow, it did not occur to the girl to play coy, or to claim that the offer was valid only for today. She acquiesced meekly and dragged in a heavy cherry wood box, airplane carry-on size, picked out with brass details and reinforcements. The box had cunning little wheels underneath, but Jeanne could not picture herself dragging it all the way across the College. "Alexander will come with you to the delivery address and help with the installation. Of course everything is custom made, but with Ross frames there is always some small detail to correct in situ, as it were. Besides, it is a heavy box."

Alexander was a massive young man with impressively detailed muscles all over his body. He was dressed in a steel loincloth and nothing else. He picked up the heavy box and put it under his arm like a loaf of bread. Jeanne was about to say goodbye when she suddenly realized what she had heard. "Did you just say 'Ross frames'? Do you mean that in that box there are Ross frames for Luisa?". Pinkie smiled happily and said "Not only that, we included as per spec vaginal and anal dildos in sizes from 120% to 200% in 20% increments, mirror finish 316L steel, with all the fittings for connecting to the frames, and four Allen keys and spare washers. And a one-liter bottle of lubricant. Makes for a heavy box." Jeanne thought that everything was coming together. The frames, this big reliable Alexander guy, her new attitude... Luisa would not stand a chance. "Thank you so much, Pinkie, see you tomorrow evening after classes, don't forget! So, Alexander, let's stroll over to Luisa's little den of iniquity and meanwhile refresh my memory about Ross frames. I have studied them last year but I did not expect to see them actually used."

In the evolution of the so called "chastity belt", defined as a piece of erotic apparatus/garment frequently in the shape of underwear or shorts, but sometimes reduced to flat strips of materials or ropes that will keep the anus and/or the vagina plugged with a toy and/or covered and inaccessible, the beginning of the XXIst century saw a remarkable development. If the belt is supposed to keep penetrative toys in the wearer's body, close-fitting chastity belts in steel and/or rubber insure the highest control of penetration depth. Once something has been stuffed in, it stays pretty much in, its base flush with the belt. But at the same time, they made inaccessible most of the subject's genitals.

Less covering designs tend to be insecure, and at any rate the did not resolve another issue, that's to say visibility. Among connoisseurs it was a common practice to call attention to the size and material of the toys that were stuffed inside the wearer. But the design of almost all chastity belts made this appreciation very difficult. Even solutions like clear latex panties would work only partially.

But Dr. Ross of Birmingham had a bright idea. His frames consisted of a waist belt attached by rods to two thigh rings. The thigh rings were connected at their lowest point by an extensible screw, to allow for anatomical differences. Belt and rings were further connected by rods that slightly stiffened the frame without making it completely rigid. From the front and the back of the frames four 3" metal limbs stuck out. The limbs were the entire raison d'etre of the Ross frames, that's to say providing a reliable mounting point. The frame provides 4 solid mounting points in space, three inches off the wearer's pussy or anus, or both. By far, the most popular attachment for Ross frames were dildos. Dr. Ross did not become very rich, but his design and his legacy live on in his frames.

There is something extremely erotic in seeing a girl walk around with a Ross frame fitted on her. The metal cage-like structure between her legs, looking like a muzzle for a vicious dog, swings at every step. The girl has to walk with an exaggerated wiggle. As she gets closer we can see the fat, pink trunk of the dildo clamped inside the retaining ring. You can see the rubber as it violates the soft wet skin of her labia. At every step it moves inside her, that's why her hands are clenched and her steps have an irregular rhythm. Let's not even imagine what happens when there is a second dildo in her butt, swinging and sliding around. The double pumping, the humiliating swinging of the frame at every step. There are also Ross frames for the breast, but they do not enjoy great popularity. On the other hand, sleeves and holders for the penis can have a control and stretching function considered very useful by trainers of unruly boys.

"Mmm, yes, so Ross frames are humiliating and highly functional. It is the opposite of discrete, and anybody can see and touch the genitals of the wearer. Since it allows the air to circulate, it can be used for extremely long wear, which opens up a lot of possibilities. And of course, the dominant can brag about the toy size and type, since the toy is always present for inspection. Ok, we are here, it's the green door of course. Luisa? Where are you, my dear? I have something for you."

Luisa was having an unpleasant and confusing day. She had the feeling that the newest member of her room was not behaving as deferentially as she should, the little slut had been almost cocky at breakfast. In class, later, Luisa had become tongue tied while answering a question. Someone in the back of the class had dared to giggle. And she did not relish the perspective of the upcoming afternoon domination session. She was tired of giving orders, and besides spanking silly girls did not sound so attractive right now. Maybe she had a flu. As a matter of fact, she did not really know what a flu felt like - the advantages of a close, healthy community, she thought... even her red hair was all over the place, refusing to stay confined to pigtails but sticking out messily. She felt out of sorts, an infuriatingly vague expressions, but very appropriate at the moment. Unhappy. Frazzled? Frazzled. Not quite herself. More vagueness, but... she was so perturbed that she did not even stay for the after lunch coffee and went to the Green Room, she did not even know why. She contemplated changing her clothes for the afternoon, as her short skirt chafed and her white shirt seemed to be going for the world record in the wrinkles category. Yes, but change into what? She looked at her wardrobe with irresoluteness.

Very few students retired to their rooms during the short interval between lunch and the afternoon classes. Luisa was surprised to hear someone knock on the door. Jeanne? How did Jeanne know that she was here? And what could she want from her? Submissives are not supposed to go and knock on their dom's door. She did not know why, but she opened the door.

Jeanne marched in and breezely introduced Alexander, whose loincloth was visibly under stress. Good thing it is made of steel, Jeanne thought, as she kissed and hugged affectionately Luisa's thin body. "What's wrong with you? Not feeling quite like yourself? But I have something to pick up your spirits, a present from Madame Landau! She has asked me to deliver it to you, and perhaps give you a hand with it. Alexander, can you... yes, please Luisa open the box".

Luisa was not used to friendly hugs from Jeanne. And Jeanne was definitely not wearing her chastity belt. Under normal conditions Luisa would have punished the wayward blonde immediately, making sure the afternoon would be one long bath of discomfort for her. She could do it later, now she was too curious about the box. The pale, long fingers of Luisa slowly explored the clasp. Easy enough to open, but what would come out? Not much choice here, she realized, giving in. She unlatched the clasp and opened the lid. Shiny objects were carefully cradled in gorgous, billowing black velvet. It looked like a stormy sea at night with brilliant patches of moonlight. But what were these things exactly? As the long, lumpy shapes slowly resolved into dildos of various sizes, Luisa was distracted by Jeanne extracting a strange hinged metal object from a separate recess of the case. "Luisa, stand up and strip, it is necessary. Naked. Alexander, if you will please give a hand to Luisa..." Luisa was not sure that she should do it, but the idea of taking orders from Jeanne and being manhandled by the big steel stud suddenly made her very wet. Oh no, her nipples were hardening, and they would notice. And use them to control her... Once Luisa was naked she stood motionless, looking at the ground. Alexander gently applied the frame to her waist and her thighs and did a first set of adjustments. Then he asked her to perform certain movements and let him know if she felt any pinching or chafing. After a second and third set of adjustments Alexander pronounced the frame "fitted", and added that the fit was good to within eight ounces of body weight.in either direction, beyond which a refit would be needed.

"Aren't you happy about you new finery, girl? Yes, you remember Ross frames from class, you know what they are for. Let's start with pussy and ass at 120%, in the next weeks we will have to see how you respond. You will make an interesting sight today, I can guarantee you that. Alexander, would you mind... yes, put it in her ass, it does look quite big but she is going to like it. Take your time."

Alexander was half kneeling on the floor next to Jeanne. The thick black velvet was soaked in antibacteric lubricant that kept the toys always ready for use. He put one of his large hands on her flat belly and grabbed the 120% anal dildo. He slid it between her buttcheeks and gently touched her anus with the tip. Jeanne reflexively clenched her buttcheeks, but Alexander regardless started pushing the toy in, very slowly and patiently. Jeanne, meanwhile, was looking Luisa in the eyes. She kissed her unresisting mouth first delicately then more and more hungrily. Then she grabbed a handful of hair and forced her to accept her rhythm. Luisa was getting assaulted from two sides. Jeanne's dancing tongue distracted her from the task of resisting the dildo that was even now opening her with slow, insidious insistence. Alexander's massive arms pushed a bit harder: he was a very careful boy, well trained by the Steel Bitches. He knew that she would eventually yeld, but he did not want to hurt her at all. His intuition told him that submission goes much deeper when it is accompanied by acceptance and even collaboration. Jeanne bit Luisa's lower lip and she gave a low yelp of surprise. She lost focus for a second, which was enough for Alexander to stuff the first inch inside her ass. The anal dildo had been designed according to the hamster principle, so once the head was in, the rest would follow easily. And it did follow. Luisa was on her tiptoes, trying to slow down the penetration, but she had no way to resist Alexander's disciplined application of force. The dildo slid in beautifully, and Luisa unconsciously straightened her back to make the invasion easier. Alexander clamped the dildo to the frame and patted Luisa's butt with a sense of satisfaction for a job well done.

Jeanne broke the long kiss at her own leisure and announced that she was going to shove in the pussy dildo. She hefted the heavy steel object... 8.5" long, and 7" 3/4 around. The Steel Bitches carefully inscribed size information on everything they made, but they were very passionate about sticking to imperial units. Anyway, it was one fat shiny cock, rigidly mounted on a carrier stub of the same diameter. Jeanne grasped the dildo by the stub and carefully rubbed the tip on the moist pussy in front of her. Luisa was still beginning to adapt to the large rigid object in her ass when something even bigger and very smooth started to slide up and down her clitoris. She looked down and realized that Jeanne was going to fuck her with a very large metal dildo, bigger than any cock that had ever visited her pussy. She felt the rounded tip pushing inwards. Her labia hesitated for the briefest second and then parted docilely in front of the blunt intruder. It became fatter, with a hint of ribbing in the middle and it opened her up so completely but also so effortlessly that Luisa just remained open mouthed for the surprise. Then its massive girth slimmed very slightly towards the base, as an aid to retention. Luisa felt the steel dildo slide all the way in, and settle inside her with a strange finality. Then some vibrations came from the base and she realized that Jeanne had attached the dildo to the Ross frame.

"Very good, you may walk around the room. Like trying on new shoes." Luisa took a few steps and stopped immediately. The toys inside her were moving with every step. They were not precisely fucking her, it was more of a change of angle and a slight inside-outside motion. "Keep walking, little slut. You should get used to this." And then she hit Jeanne's ass with a small dog whip that Madame Landau had kindly lent her, just in case. "Having you fucked by big dildos does not do much for me, per se. The nice bit is knowing how much you don't like it. Better yet, knowing that you are going to love it and hate the fact that you are just ... a submissive ... slut", Jeanne said, punctuating the sentence with small stings from the whip. Luisa kept walking, trying to find a gait that would minimize the massive stimulation she was getting from the sex toys.

Alexander helped Luisa dress, at least partway. She was made to wear a tight white tennis shirt, made of piqué cotton. "This is quite a scratchy material, I think your nipples will become so red I am going to see them through your shirt. For today, you are not going to wear anything else except of course except Plimsolls and short white socks. Ross frames are not compatible with pants or skirts, you know. Oh, and a collar, just to make the point about your new role."

There was going to be a party in two days, Jeanne thought. What was going to be Luisa's costume? Jeanne did not know yet, but she knew that it was going to be terribly inconvenient, as uncomfortable and embarassing as she could make it.

(by nominalista)