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Training A Husband
(Miranda Birch)

Nurse Nicely drew aside a curtain and gestured to the window. 



"One-way, and sound-proofed. We like to keep disturbances to a minimum during training, it helps the conditioning take." 



Karen looked in, fascinated. 



The trainee (so she presumed) was a youngish man, seeming to be in his late twenties. He was kneeling erect, completely nude save for a large, sturdy wooden collar padlocked about his neck, to which his hands had been secured by leather straps. His mouth was open, his tongue protruding and wriggling. His erect penis stood up hard, jutting out from his body, quivering. The walls of the room were brightly- coloured with what seemed to be close-ups of women's -- or a woman's -- body, with emphasis on boobs, bum, belly. 



A tall, large young woman, like all the staff here squeezed into a tight nurse's uniform, was standing in front of him, arms akimbo. She seemed to be scolding him. Whatever she said, he increased the already quite frenetic movements of his lips and tongue even as Karen watched. 



"Tom is here for one of our most popular courses -- `Advanced Licky-boy Training', I call it, although we have to be a bit more discrete than that when advertising -- then it's called `Tantric something-or- other', some new-age twaddle," Nurse Nicely explained. "Tommy's tongue will become the strongest and most agile part of his body. His Mistress wants a fully-broken, chaste, oral pleasure-giver -- and that is exactly what she is going to get!" 



"What are the photos?" 



"The photos are those of his owner, and they concentrate on those parts of her body he will be worshipping most. As you can probably tell, she is a big, mature lady, and needs a lot of skilled oral attention. That slave Tom will be only too ready and willing to provide, once he is fully trained." 



Karen looked again at the photos, more closely this time. Most if not all parts of the female anatomy were featured, but pride of place was taken by a big, pale backside -- it looks even bigger than mine! she thought, and suppressed a giggle. Then she thought suddenly of how it would be to have Adrian on his knees behind her, of feeling Adrian's lips on her bare bottom flesh, and then Adrian's tongue, licking, probing, serving... ooooh! He already liked kissing her bottom, but after a spell here, he would be a real bottom worshipper! 



"In a few weeks, Tom's wife -- or rather, his Mistress as she will then be -- will be here to collect him," Nurse Nicely was continuing breezily, "and he will be on his knees, begging her most sincerely to be allowed to go home with her and live as her naked, chaste body-slave. It is a touching ceremony, and we usually provide clients with a video so they can re-live the moment later on." 



Karen licked her lips and tried to calm herself and pay attention. 



"His owner says that she sees no reason why her slave should receive any sexual release whatsoever," Nurse Nicely was saying, "so once his training is complete there will be no more of that for him. We haven't told him this, so that his new life of total denial and utter frustration will be a nice surprise for him!" 



Karen nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak. 



Meanwhile, in the training room, Nurse Gently had wriggled out of her tight nurse's uniform and tossed it aside. She was wearing a skimpy, lacey bra and panty set, with stockings and suspender belt. The jet black lingerie contrasted vividly with her pale white skin. 



"We don't make things too easy for them here," Nurse Nicely continued. "They are kept naked, of course," (Oh, of course! thought Karen with amusement) "and in chastity -- apart from any stimulation and/or release required by training. The cells are cramped, bare, unheated. Diet is restricted to the bare essentials, so they are perpetually hungry. The basic training day is eighteen hours, sometimes twenty four, so they rarely get enough sleep. And any reluctance to obey a trainer's instructions results in a trip to the punishment room. That is for real punishment, of course, not just the odd belts and slaps they collect in the course of regular training. It's no holiday camp here! By the time they are through even the shortest course, a trainee is desperate to get away!" 



Karen looked again through the window at the hapless trainee. Cock stiff and rigid; hips thrusting instinctively, hopelessly, against the air; his tongue going at full throttle. As for his trainer, she still stood before him in an attitude of command; but she was stark naked now. She was a jolly big girl, but firm and well-proportioned.