Part 3 - My tour of the "town"

The door to the salon opened and I was lead in by Jason, my ex-husband and current asshole, on a leash. He walked me to a hairdressers chair and strapped in my leash to it before handing a note to the hairdresser and leaving. She was wearing the same uniform as me. Same as all women here. Bra, thong, socks, sneakers. Like all the women here too, she was very much in shape and beautiful. "Ok" the girl said in a polite and professional tone, "let's get you fixed up. My name is Kaylin, you must be Steph" she says, checking her note.

Kaylin went to work, chewing gum as she went, trimming my hair before tapping the side of my thong. "Let's get you out of these now."

I looked around, seeing only women in the salon, before pushing down my thong to my ankles. Kaylin pulled my feet up one at a time to remove them before casually nudging my legs up and over the sides of the chair so I sit legs spread wide. I had let my bush go in recent years. I didn't need to present myself in any certain way that I didn't want to in my life. My current husband, a much more submissive man, loved me however I was and wanted me to be happy. But here, I noticed that every other woman was shaved. I didn't like sticking out. Just as she began shaving me, another woman came over and started on my makeup. "Just lean back dear"

"What is all this for?" I managed, my voice weak. "Oh, this is just going to be your normal daily routine now, ok?" Kaylin explained as if talking to a child. "Don't worry, we will make sure you are in good shape, every day. It's for them, the men prefer you this way, that's the main thing. But it's for you too."

The chair was leaned up and I saw myself in the mirror. Hair in ponytail, makeup almost not noticeable, but immaculately applied. I looked softer, younger, glowing and beautiful. I had only worn basic makeup for a long time - I was shocked how good it looked on me now. The 2nd girl was on my nails, painting them bold red. I looked down to see, shocked at the foreign color on my nails, and noticed I was completely shaved now between my legs. It felt like I was looking at someone else. The next time I looked back into the mirror I had matching bright red lipstick on and I was all done. It felt so different than what I usually wore. I never wore bold lipstick or bright red.

The thong fit back on me, looking much different on my shaved body now. It felt more...appropriate at least.

Jason came, leash attached, and led me away. "Finally, you aren't hideous. Off to school now dear."

I walked into the small building, all the other girls were beautiful with perfect makeup and hair. Deep down I was relieved to have been through the salon myself. In the classroom there was a 3x3 grid marked off in chalk on the concrete floor. There were girls sitting in each of the spots, and I was led to the front middle spot. All the other women were sitting on the hard floor, I did the same. There was nothing in our dedicated spaces other than a mannequin with a dildo strapped on. I looked around again, panicking. Most of the girls were casually talking and catching up, a few girls were silent. One looked in shock - staring at the ground emotionless. The girl to my left, a slightly chubby asian girl, met eyes with me. Our faces mirroring the same confused terror.

The Instructor stood from his desk, "Let's get started girls. I know we have a few newcomers today. Just follow along and you will be fine, understood? Good. Oh, and remember the collars girls. Don't make me use them on you, we don't want you writhing on the floor do we? You are all just to pretty for all of that! But remember, disobedience leads to shocks, and I have a 'master control' here as well that will shock the entire class for particularly problematic attitudes, yes? Good." He walked slowly around, examining us. He was holding a a 2-foot long very thin and rigid pointing device with a flattened end that looked like it would be used for whipping. A modern "switch."

"Today is oral training. It's not rocket science ladies!" He stopped walking next to someone in the back. It was the emotionless girl, a tall black girl. He touched his switch below her jaw nudging her to look up. When she did, tears were clearly visible in her eyes. "We'll be deepthroating. Now, who can tell me what deepthroating is?"

Half the girls raised their hands, enthusiastically. "Yes, Jessica."

"It's when" her voice was tiny and cute "their manliness fills our mouths and goes into our throats, deep sir!"

"And why would you want that, Jessica?"

"Because His pleasure is our pleasure, sir!" she smiled as if feeling very good about her answers.

"His pleasure is our pleasure" half the class said in unison.

The instructor smiled. "Then get to work girls, you know what to do. Do what feels right."

I hear the girls shift, sitting up on their knees. I look behind and see them press the dildo into their mouths. Except for two girls. The girl in the back sat unmoved, while a red-headed fair skinned girl on the right look terrified, almost too scared to move. The asian girl to my left also sat motionless. I looked back at my mannequin. I did not suck dick. That simply wasn't part of my philosophy - I hadn't since the one time I tried it in my 20s.

The sound of the electricity is what I noticed first as my body seized and pain shot through my neck, into my chest. I managed to stay upright, but my eyes were watery from the flash of pain and I struggled to breath. God no, but what can I do. I heard the sound of other collars buzzing, girls yelping briefly. It took a minute for me to regain awareness afterwards, in a shocked daze. My blurry vision refocused and I looked behind me again. Most girls seemed unaffected, but I had heard the buzz on the other 3 girls. I looked back to check on the black girl, she was enthusiastically face fucking the dildo now, still with her emotionless watery eyes. She was going fast on it so the mannequin was rocking awkwardly on its heavy base, and her tits were bouncing with the effort. My eyes moved to the ginger girl, her lips already finding the dildo after her shocking, and her tongue sliding out to lick the head as if making confused love to it, her makeup running down her face from her eyes. The asian girl to my left, still recovering from her shock.

I look forward to my dildo and see the instructor standing over me watching. My lips pressed reluctantly onto the tip. I looked up to see the instructor staring down at me as I slowly opened wide, pressing my lips around the head. It felt so foreign to me. I pressed all the way down on it, so that my nose touched the mannequin. He watched as I slid back and fourth on it, watching him so that I could make sure no more shocks would come.

The room fell silent, other than wet gargling sounds coming from us all. All except the asian girl on my left.

The Instructor continued his slow walk around us as I heard the footsteps stop towards the right. I cheat a glance over, mouth full of dildo, to see him standing over the ginger girl. I realized now how short and petite she was. She was continuing her oddly passionate kissing, the head big against her tiny mouth.

Smack! The quick sound from his switch against her ass ripped through the room, followed by a short high pitched yelp. "It's deep throat class my dear. Try putting it deep in your throat." Another smack, louder. I shot another glance over to see her struggling to fit it in her mouth, but finally making it all the way.

Smack! Another muffled yelp. Smack! She was pressing her nose against the mannequin now, taking it all in. The Instructor continued, clearly now just for fun. Smack, over and over and over. Ten, fifteen, twenty times, but the girl wasn't moving or reacting now - just mindlessly holding the dildo all the way in. "Why are you just holding it there like a damned fish with a hook in it's mouth. Back and fourth Amy!" But she was either in shock or too scared to move. She sat there, lips all the way down at the base of the dildo as the switch continued breaking on her ass. She began whining, out of control and screaming through gurgling sounds onto the dildo until finally the Instructor grabbed her hair and pushed her head back and fourth aggressively on the dildo. The force of it in and out of her throat shocking her so much she went quiet.

He walked back to the front row. I had become emotionally numb now and was deepthroating the dildo with no enthusiasm or thought. It was hard to fit it in my throat, but I was starting to get a technique down without even realizing it. The Instructor stood by the asian girl who to my surprise was still not touching her dildo.

"Well class we either have a smartass who thinks she knows better than everyone, or a damn carpet muncher. So which one are you, Mira?" She said nothing. "Class, Mira thinks she is so much better than all of you. Well Mira look, if you don't want to deepthroat... you don't have to. And I won't shock you, so don't worry." Gurgling sounds continued in the room as the rest of us worked on our dildos, all listening.

The Instructor twisted knobs on a control board at his desk. The sound that followed was intense, the shock hit my collar and traveled through my entire body this time. Even through the immense pain I could hear the shocks throughout the entire room. Everyone got it this time, everyone but Mira. The shock seized my body so much that I tensed up and froze in place, with the dildo in my throat. My body spasmed so that I pressed forward onto it even more, unable to breathe. It lasted what seemed like forever.

I woke up on the floor. Other girls coming too now as well, a few moments later. Mira sat appalled and unharmed. "Mira, please!" one girl begged from the back. Other girls chimed in "Deepthroat it Mira!" "Please!" Amy, the ginger girl, cried out "Please God help me, please almighty God"

Mira spoke up loudly, yelling over the chaos of the room to the Instructor "Fuck you for doing this. You're going to rot in hell!"

The electric sound happened again. I woke up later in my dorm room bed.