Chivalry

Synopsis: Kyle switches places with his date because of a misplaced sense of Chivalry.  He soon finds himself feminized, mind controlled, dressed in fetish-wear and trained to be the perfect cunt-slave.

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

Rules for the Subs:

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. Are you owned by a Mistress, pet?  If not, You will be mine.

Rule #2 Everytime the protagonist has a remote used on him/her, I want you to grab the temple of your head, and act like you are in pain as you count down from 10, when you reach one, straighten your posture and smile like the docile creature that you are.

Rule #3. I hope you have at least a few makeup wipes. Whenever Kyle’s mind is taken control of with the remote, apply the lipstick after you smile (rule #2) whenever he is deactivated, wipe it off.

Rule #4. If you have fetishy clothing, you should stop and put it on once the protagonist is wearing her uniform… It can be latex, or rubber, a police uniform, a maid outfit, whatever is fetishy to you.  I prefer latex or rubber, but if you don’t have it, you know what to do.

Rule #5 When the story is over, if you envy Kyle, you will post, email, or message ‘I am a Cunt Slave.’ like the good little pussy worshipper you are. You may also post any other thoughts, questions or opinions you may have about the story, but that is optional… unlike the cunt slave part of the instruction (Totally required for good pets).  

enjoy!

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Chivalry

By: Mistress Dyvia

His name is Kyle. He prided himself in being a little bit old-fashioned. He liked the fun things like winning women over with poetry and gestures. And he sometimes did things like holding open doors for women. Perhaps it was the influence of his mother, or maybe his father's way of winning over women? But there was a certain charm to some of the old methods.

One day he was shopping in a grocery store. He stopped in front of a display of bagels, and there a woman caught his eye. She had a very wonderful figure, slim, a nice ass, and breasts that would be the envy of most women of that shape, but that's not really what caught his eye… It was that he knew her, he recognized her… It was Lynn.

Lynn was the most popular girl when he was in highschool. She had the pick of the litter, and she knew it. He had a bit of a reputation as a party girl, she always wore tight revealing clothes, and would pick a boy to date. And that's who she would date.

As she walked in, her body was still in great shape. And she looked at her shopping list, and then looked around and caught Kyle looking at her. She almost looked at him with annoyance, almost as if she was going to ask him, ‘what are you looking at? Rude.’ But instead she rolled her eyes, and started to turn the other direction.

Kyle spoke out, "sorry to bother you, but I think we went to high school together… Lynn?” She stopped and looked at him, "I'm Kyle. Kyle Jacobs."

She looked him up and down again, and then her eyes went wide with recognition… “oh Kyle, I remember you!" She stepped in closer, and gave him a gentle hug. "Long time no see!”

They sat and talked for a minute or two, telling each other about one another's lives. Well as much as you could in a minute or two. And then she asked for his phone, so she could give him her number. He handed it to her and she texted herself with his phone, and then told him to reach out later.

A couple days later, he did… It was a very brief exchange, where he asked her out to coffee. She said since they already knew each other somewhat, why not just go straight for dinner? He agreed. She suggested a restaurant, and again he readily agreed.

That Tuesday Night. 

They talked and decided that he would pick her up at her apartment. He walked up to the door, and knocked gently. He held a single rose behind his back and waited patiently.

She opened the door, and was dressed well. A sexy dress, a little on the short side, perfect for showing off just how amazing her legs were. Her stockings also emphasized the dress. Her makeup was immaculate and her painted lips made her smile shine brighter than any light in the room. Her hair was up, exposing her neck, but she had curls that hung down framing her face.  The cut of the dress, not only enhanced her cleavage, but provided a wonderful frame for the pendant on her necklace. She also had a small choker around her neck, and dangly earrings that matched the pendant dangling around her chest.  Surprisingly she did not have a smartwatch, but she did have some fancy bracelets on her left wrist, And one of them even had a gemstone to match her earrings and necklace… 

“Ooh is that for me?" She asked, noticing the rose.

It took him a moment to gather his composure, but he nodded his head and said nervously, "Yes, it is!”

She took it daintily And then reached inside the door and grabbed for something that turned out to be her clutch. 

He held out his arm, and she wrapped her hand around it, being careful not to damage the rose. He walked her down to his freshly detailed car, and opened the door for her. Once she was in, he carefully closed the door making sure that nothing of hers was there. He half-jogged- half walked around his car and got in. And they were off.

They arrived at the restaurant about 15 minutes later, he parked and as she reached for the handle he said "oh no! Allow me!” with a chuckle and a wink. He again half-jogged-half-walked around the car, and opened the door for her… he offered his hand and she took it to help her out of his car. She smiled and wrapped her arm around his again, this time leaning her head against his shoulder as he led the way to the restaurant.

He had never been there before, and he had sought good reviews for the place. But during the week the place always seemed empty. Rarely more than one or two cars.

He was smart enough to make a reservation, even though it was quiet… Knowing his luck, it would be the one night that it was super busy. But it was not, there were actually only two tables occupied, and they had the nice table near the indoor waterfall… 

They were engaged in some small talk while they picked their appetizers. They ordered them from the server and were still going through the menus when the door opened loudly. Four well-dressed men in business suits, not a splash of color on them, just black suits and they started walking towards their table.

Kyle looked at them oddly, but didn't realize that anything was actually wrong until he looked back at Lynn and she looked terrified. That's when he realized that they were not walking to the table, but towards her.

The man in the front of the group looked at her, “it's time for you to go back." 

"How did you find me?” she asked.

The man rolled his eyes, “It wasn't hard. Get your shit together, it's time to go.”

She shook her head, "No. I am not going with you." Her expression was defiant. 

And the man reached into his pocket and press the button, “Just let me know…“

Kyle looked at Lynn, there's a sudden shock on her face, as her hand went to the back of her neck underneath her choker. And then her eyes went wide and then squeezed together very quickly as if a large amount of pain started, her hand moved from her neck to her temple and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

“Lynn, what's going on?” Kyle asked, but she didn't respond. "Lynn?" 

The expression of pain lasted for about twenty seconds, twenty seconds that Kyle didn't know what the fuck to do, and then suddenly the expression of pain was gone and there was a look of serenity on her face. An almost fake smile seemed to pull at her lips, as she looked at the man with the remote. “I am ready whenever you are, Master.”

Kyle's eyes went wide at the sudden change of behavior, and then with the look of anger he looked at the men, and then his eyes narrowed right down to the single man with the remote… 

“What the hell is going on? What didyou just do to her?” Kyle demanded as he stood up and put himself between the man and Lynn. 

The man looked at Kyle as if he meant absolutely nothing to him. A sneer on his face, almost as if he was debating on whether to tell Kyle what was going on or not. And then something twisted on the little rodent's face as the sneer turned into something more of a smile… something more of a malevolent smile. “She made a deal. We honored it, she ran. And now we are here to collect.”

"What kind of deal?" Kyle asked.

“That is not a concern of yours. She made a deal, and she's going to have to deal with the consequences. She's coming with us, and that's all there is to it.”

Kyle shook his head, “Not going to happen, what you are going to do, is give me that remote. And you are just going to leave. And you are never going to bother her again.”

The Weasle-like men did not seem to be interested in bowing down before Kyle's self-assuredness, instead he held his stance, "And why is it that you think that making a demand of us would work for you? Do you have a Rich Daddy that got you used to thinking you have command?" 

“I'm in a position where I can make businessmen legit and otherwise have very difficult business lives. I don't very much care whether You think I'm dangerous, I don't care whether you believe me. But believe this, if I decide that you are not going to be working in the city, then whoever you work for will not be making money in this city.”

The weasel-man looked at Lynn, "talk him down, slut.”

Lynn reached forward and took Kyle's hand, "Please don't. I have to go with Master. It is part of the deal I made, and they made it so that I won't mind it. It's okay. Just wish me luck, I'm sure I'll be fine." 

Kyle looked into Lynn's eyes, they were more vacant than he was used to, at least in the short amount of time he had gotten reacquainted with her. Not the same expressive eyes that he had looked into minutes earlier when they had first arrived in this restaurant. There was a rage building up in Kyle at whatever they did to her. He turned his attention back to the weasel, "No! This stops now, you will not touch her, you will not take her with you! And you are going to undo whatever the fuck you did to her!”

The man looked back at Kyle with amusement, “Awww, what a crying! Shame. I think you actually like her. Tell you what, I'll let her go if you take her place." 

“What?” Kyle asked incredulously.

“You heard me, You take her place, and I'll let her walk out of here, and she's free. If I were you, I wouldn't. She's just some stupid slut. But some men are stupid enough to get themselves cunt struck.”

It had nothing to do with being obsessed with her sexually, she was weaker than him, at least physically. He could protect himself better than she could, it was the right thing to do. "Fine, I'll take her place.”

The man seemed surprised and impressed, "Will you know? For that slut?" 

Kyle grit his teeth together, “She is not a slut. But yes, I will do it for Lynn.”

"Very well. Slut, get on your knees right here.” He gestured to a point right in front of him. And Lynn complied. Then he looked at Kyle, and told him to get on his knees right next to her.

Kyle took a deep breath, and dropped to his knees in front of the man, right next to Lynn. The man pulled down Lynn 's choker and reached behind her neck. He removed something from her, and then pressed it to the back of Kyle's neck. He felt a dig in, almost like a series of Staples down his neck, but it was automatic.

Lynn looked at Kyle, “Thank you, Kyle… You didn't have to do that." 

“Yeah I did. I wouldn't have been a real man if I let you stay in a position like that.”

The Weasely-man laughed as he said, "is this guy for real?” And then he pointed at Kyle with that remote and pressed a button.

Kyle felt the sudden zap in the back of his neck, a pulsing and almost hit his brain. It hurt. It was more intense than the worst migraine he ever had, it literally prevented him for thinking, for every thought that went through his head was just stuck at the tip of his tongue. The pressure kept building in his head, getting more intense, more painful, and it felt like his brain was about to explode and then… It stopped. He relaxed, he felt oddly, ‘right.’

The man holding the remote looked at him, "who am I?”

Kyle looked at the man in a new light, "You are my master.” And it was right in every sense of the word, Kyle knew this man owned him. Kyle was loyal to him. Kyle was happy to obey this man. 

"Good. Now, say goodbye to the slut and let's go." 

Kyle looked at that slut, Lynn. Then almost as if he didn’t really recognize her, “goodbye slut." And approached his master ready to follow when he left.

Lynn looked almost shocked at what Kyle just said to her, but that shocked face gave away to an angry face as she glared at Kyle's Master. And she stepped out ahead of them, and Kyle assumed that was the last time he would ever see that slut.

Kyle sat in the backseat as he was instructed to by his master. He was not alone with the master, but with two others. They made fun of him, but that was fine as long as Master was pleased. They had him open his mouth, and they started sliding a dildo in and out of his mouth reminding him of what his new purpose would be. But that made him happy since he would please Master. His enjoyment also seemed to make his master annoyed… At least until Master told him to feel humiliated by this, and then Kyle did feel embarrassed and humiliated but continued to obey. That seemed to make Master and the other two Men very amused and entertained, but that was an acceptable price for his pride.

They arrived at a facility, it almost seemed very sterile, in Kyle's mind. They were going to a warehouse of sorts. But that didn't happen, it actually seemed more corporate or maybe medical? He wasn't sure, he was only aware that they were in a parking garage, went into an elevator, and came into this professional setting. They led him to a private room.

Master made sure Kyle was aware that he would be very humiliated by every single item. First, he placed a chastity cage on the table, then a makeup kit, a pink lingerie set, a pair of high heels, and told him to get ready for his life as a sissified cock slut. Right as they were about to start, there was a phone call. Master seemed displeased. And they repackaged the sissification materials, And led him to a new room.

They still stripped him down to nothing. Completely naked, he was led to a small silver pod. He was told to squat down in the fetal position. And he did his arms wrapped around his legs, his knees to his chest, and his forehead as close to his knees as possible. He was told to hold the position, when he was lifted up, and placed inside the silver pod.  

He felt the buzzing on the back of his neck, and suddenly Kyle was back to his normal self. Just in time for the top of the pod to close, trapping him inside this thing. He couldn't move, there was barely any room for him to move more than an inch or so. There were small LED lights so he could see, but he was starting to feel claustrophobic, he needed to get out of there and he couldn't even move his hands to his face. He was trapped. And then it started filling.

This tiny chamber started to fill with a strange fluid. It was thick, and it was whitish. It kept moving slowly up, and he was starting to panic, and soon it moved closer to his mouth, he took a deep breath as it cover his face, he tried to shake his head, but he couldn't, he couldn't even lift his head up to get the last few breaths of air in the chamber.

He kept trying to hold his breath, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. Shaking his head as much as he could, but it got nowhere. He was getting desperate. He was running out of air, and then finally he exhaled and inhaled, and the fluid went right into his throat down his air pipe. Filling his lungs. And he fell unconscious.

He didn't know how long he was there, but he would wake up occasionally, breathing through the liquid, he wasn't sure how that was possible. But he did. Those moments of being awake were rare, but sometimes he felt like he had more room to move. Things seemed strange, questions arose in his mind… Was his beard gone? Why was his chest so sensitive? Did the chamber get bigger?  These moments of consciousness were fleeting, he was never awake enough to really test anything, he just fell back asleep again.

He was feeling at peace, when there was a sound, and the liquid started draining, he started coughing as is. A fluid was pulled out of his lungs, and dripped down his body. And then the pod opened up, and hands reached down and grabbed his shoulders, helping him up. Except he was no longer a ‘him’ anymore, as he looked down. He could see clearly that he was a shorter petite woman. He had breasts, his penis was gone, replaced with a vagina. He had hair that hung down low almost to his nipples… He could only imagine the sight that another would see of him, a sexy woman dripping with white fluid. Yikes. 

He didn’t have the time to try and process this, as he was escorted to a shower, And a woman in medical scrubs secured his wrists to either side of the shower stall, and then started washing him… Her… she hadn't even seen what she looked like yet, but there she was… 

She was led to another room, and she was met by another woman. “What have you done to me?”

She rolled her eyes, “I'd say it was pretty obvious.“

“Why am I a woman?” Kyle asked. 

The woman rolled her eyes again, reached to a shelf picking up a remote, she then pressed a button. Just like in the restaurant with that guy and Lynn, Kyle experienced that same uncomfortable pain in the back of his neck that flowed into his head until he felt a moment of tranquility. And then he looked at his mistress ready to serve her.

The first thing she did was put a bra-like thing on Kyle. Kyle didn't know what else to think of it, it had straps that went behind her back, and over her shoulders. It lifted her breasts and gave her deep cleavage, but it did not cover her nipples. Kyle was not sure if that still made it a bra or not.* 

Mistress commanded Kyle to put her hands behind her back, and a harness was put in place, it was a leather contraption that went up the back of her arms, locking her elbows together behind her back. Mistress then pulled it tighter, lifting her arms up, and then straps went around her shoulders, securing her posture like that… 

Then her mistress had Kyle put on a pair of stockings, they were a dark red, and were thigh high. Her feet were put in a pair of high heels, they seemed to make her tower, and she felt completely off balance, and then she put little padlocks on the shoes. Not that they would have made a difference, without her hands. She didn't think she'd get those off anyway, not that she would take them off without the mistress’ command.

Finally, Kyle was led by his Mistress to a small room, in fact, it may have been a more comfortable version of a cell. It was the length of a bed, as shown by the fact that the bed extended from the wall right to the cell door. And there was just enough room for her to walk into the room with her right shoulder against the wall, and the bed pressing against her left kneecap to squeeze in. Mistress commanded her to lay down, and she did. And then her mistress told her to sleep, she complied almost immediately by closing her eyes, and she seemed to lose consciousness just moments later.

“Wake up.” The words weren't loud, but her mind understood the tone as an instruction, and her eyes snapped open. It was odd, she did not feel groggy, she was awake fully. And she sat up to face the source of the voice. A new woman. A new mistress. “Get out of the bed, and follow me." 

Kyle did as she was told  and followed the woman knowing this was exactly what she should be doing. They walked along corridors of doors, she wasn't sure which one she was supposed to go into, she just did what she was supposed to and followed her mistress. Finally they came to a door and opened it. There was a woman dressed in black with a pink apron, she welcomed Kyle and had her sit in a chair. Mistress commanded her to obey everything the woman told her to.

Kyle complied. The woman was very chatty, she kept talking about little things, the weather. Some of the new products they had. It was makeup. And she spent some time applying a very heavy dose of makeup on Kyle's face. Covering her face with a flesh colored cream, rubbing it in, using lighter and darker colors around the edges. She spent time on her eyes, with eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. Even spend time trimming her eyebrows, and then putting a brush with some color to it as well. The woman spent some time with an assortment of colors before finally settling on a lipstick and lip liner combination. And it was finalized with a little gloss.

Up until this point, Kyle still hadn't seen what she looked like. The woman encouraged Kyle to stand up and come over to the mirror. The woman that stared back at her was something out of her fantasies. Not the kind of fantasies where she was the woman, but the kind of fantasies at her former maleness would jerk himself off to. Her breasts were large, not too large, but a little larger than average. Her face was symmetrical, that almost seemed odd, most people weren't perfectly symmetrical but there she was. Her cheekbones were high, her eyes were wide, and her lips were plump.

“What do you think?" 

Her mouth had just started to open when she heard another voice behind her, "answer as if you were born as a woman looking the way you do.”

“Oh my God, I love it! oh my Gosh!” Kyle's voice answered as her mistress had instructed. 

Her mistress and the stylist talked for a little while, and it did seem clear to Kyle that she was going to be visiting her everyday for the foreseeable future. The stylist came back first, And just put her hair into a tight little bun. And then the mistress summoned Kyle to follow.

Soon they found themselves in a room that smelled of something plasticy or rubbery, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. 

The mistress walked behind her and started to remove the harness that held her arms together behind her. She didn't realize how much they hurt until she had the ability to move her arms again. The mistress had her stretch while a new outfit was picked for her. And that's exactly what Kyle did; stretched. It felt wonderful, not only because her muscles were finally moving again, but because it gave her a satisfaction to obey her mistress.

The mistress returned with a new outfit, it was a navy blue color, and it was rubber. A very thick rubber. There wasn't a pair of pants, or a shirt or even a dress. It was a cat suit. A one-piece uniform that went from toe to neck. It took several minutes for them to get into it completely, Kyle's body felt constricted, especially around the waist. But she continued to obey her mistress.

What made her feel particularly odd, was that the top of the catsuit had a built-in bra. It had underwires, she had never experienced anything like that before, it lifted her breasts and pressed them together giving her cleavage… despite not having cups. It literally left her breasts completely exposed. It also didn't have a crotch, and left her vagina and ass readily and easily accessible.

Mistress was kind though, once the catsuit was fully on she helped pull up a pair of pink see-through panties to give her a little bit of modesty. As well as a small tube top which is only about 2 inches, amusing how her mind translated tha into five centimeters… not that she saw herself showing up for ‘his’ job any time soon… but that two inch fabric completely wrapped around her upper torso. She showed off cleavage and under boob at the same time, but apparently still had some modesty as it covered her nipples perfectly. She felt excited when her mistress told her that she looked hot.

She thought she was done, but her mistress had another part for the outfit, a matching Hood. It covered her head, and contoured to her face just leaving her eyes and her lips exposed. Every time she moved a part of her body, it felt so odd as her body was restricted, and this included her face, opening her mouth took extra effort, and almost felt surreal as if it weren't entirely different skin on an entirely different person. A collar was locked around her neck to secure the cat suit to her hood. 

Then came the high heels. They matched the cat suit in color, and they were high, forcing her feet into a high arch. She could barely stand in them, they hurt the back of her heel, they hurt the bottoms of her feet, but she put them on with a smile because her mistress wanted her to.

And as a final piece that should have been a humiliation to her, but oddly was not … Mistress told her to put her hands behind her back so that she could put her monoglove back on. But this was a new glove, somehow putting it ‘back on’ seemed incorrect, not that she was arguing with her mistress. She didn't even know what a monoglove was before the previous day, and didn't know what it was called until just that moment.

The one she had been wearing for the last several hours was leather, this one was latex, and it was pink like her tube top and panties. It was tighter too, Her elbows were touching very comfortably now, and the harness behind her, kept her back straight in a perfect posture.

She was taken down to what would only be considered a gym. She was put in front of a treadmill, and was told the rules of how she was going to learn how to walk in heels… very sexily.  There was a yellow line down the center, right foot went to the left side of the line, and her left foot went to the right side. Mistress told her that every time she failed to walk as instructed, she would be disciplined. Once she understood the rules, the implant was turned off.  Then she was told to walk, and she was disciplined many times.

The first couple hours were the worst. Her feet hurt, and every slight stumble, or failure to reach the proper side of the yellow line resulted in a slap from a riding crop across her ass. This is harder for Kyle, he was in his right mind right now, but he just had to obey that crazy bitch. For one, escape would be impossible in those shoes at the moment, especially with his arms behind his back. Two, he was worried that they would go after Lynn again if he refused to comply… 

Hours had passed, and when walking in the shoes had become second nature… to some degree... That is when the crazy bitch finally let him off the treadmill, she hooked a leash to his collar.

First, he spent hours on a treadmill and high heels he was unfamiliar with, and now he was about to spend hours learning how to be walked like some sort of perverted pet. And that's exactly what happened. He was blindfolded, and taken to an obstacle course. He walked a few times. And she was even kind enough to explain what each tug or command was. And he still stumbled. But then Kyle started getting better at it.

Then the bitch stopped telling her what the commands meant, and Kyle had to learn to do the obstacle course. Blind and without instruction, Her only communication was by the nonverbal commands that the crazy bitch had taught her.

Once she had made it through the obstacle course a few times, The crazy bitch led her to a new room. A new obstacle course and like before she was led through it, And she stumbled. They did it again. And soon it was becoming easier.

They went through four more obstacle courses before Kyle got through one on the first try. “Very good," She complimented, “ You're starting to obey the leash commands as you're meant to, not getting through the obstacle course by muscle memory, or any other kind of memory for that matter.

She was led to another room, and she was put on her knees. The blindfold was taken off and she realized she was facing a weird molding. It was almost like a bowl that was angled at her face, but it was shaped like a pussy. A moment later something was slid between her legs and extended up until it was snug against her own pussy.

"Now we are going to teach you how to be really good at eating pussy.” She gested to the fake vagina in front of her, "It's a replica of your own.” A devious smile pulled across her face, "Go ahead, touch it." 

“but…” Her voice trailed off as she was going to make an argument that with her hands behind her back, she couldn't touch it. But then she realized that she could, with her face. She leaned forward, and as soon as her upper lip touched the clit, she felt something touch her own. She pulled back for a second, her back going straight up, her eyes wide as she looked back at the crazy bitch.

She smiled a knowing smile, they both knew that whatever Kyle did to the fake pussy in front of her, was going to happen to her. “You can get up when you've had ten orgasms." 

It took days for her to be able to achieve 10 orgasms. Not so much just 10, but it was later revealed when she reached her 10th, that she had to do it within an hour. So once she understood how her body worked, she had to train her endurance, stamina, and ultimately her control.

They removed her at one point so that they could add ear plugs to her ears. They had the ability to silence the world around her, feed her music, or even allow her to hear when it was around her. But she was isolated as long as they wanted her to be.

Once she seemed to have mastered her own body, they sent her to other women to train with others. Kyle was never sure if she was training with other women who just enjoyed this, or other women in her same position. Sometimes it would take a moment to realize what kind of positions they were in.

Since Kyle was blindfolded, It took her a while to figure out some of the positions the women she was servicing were in. That first woman, though… stood in front of him with her legs open, and Kyle was on her knees, back straight, head up and she felt the other woman's clit against her nose. Nose. Started licking. Slow, gentle, and she learned her own body well enough to get some of the movements. The telltale signs of orgasms came and went; she was getting good at what she did.

Soon thereafter, she found herself training with another woman. This woman was on her back with her legs spread. Kyle knew this because of the angle at which the pussy was compared to how she was. Again, she leaned in and started teasing and evoking the desires that she liked herself, using the tricks she had learned while pleasuring herself with that strange machine. Even when the woman orgasmed, Kyle did not stop. Every woman was different though, and he found that using the exact same techniques that got herself off, didn't necessarily get the other woman off. But she was learning, and she was getting better at it.

The odd thing was, she knew she should be proud of this, her old masculine ego love that he could get women off so easily now. But she hated the way that she had to learn it. If she actually knew that some of these women were trainers, she might have reacted differently.

Truthfully, she probably wouldn't have, she was always aware of that scary thought that if she failed, Lynn would have to take her place. ‘He’ had sacrificed himself for her, and she wouldn't want that undone.

Kyle got to practice with women that were on their hands and knees. Sometimes that was awkward if they were down too low, being too high wasn't that much of an issue, she could adjust her kneeling. But with her arms always behind her back, when they were too low it was hard for her to get the proper leverage. But again this was something she had to learn. She built up her leg muscles, her endurance again, and many other skills and abilities. She wouldn't have dreamed of just weeks earlier. 

One day she was taken to a special room, it was different than the other rooms. She was sure this was another girl just like herself. She was positioned underneath another woman, and she could smell the rubber from her legs. There was a beep in her ear, and the other woman started licking her cunt. Kyle reciprocated by licking hers. 

This was unlike most of the others. She wasn't stopped, she just continued until somebody else stopped them both. Then the two were flipped, and she started doing the same, only now. She was on top. When she was done, she was moved to another woman, where they did the same.

Day after day this became the primary training. Random women in her same position, placed into sixty-nine and spent hours just pleasuring one another. It got to the point where they were almost able to cum on command, and had learned the mental fortitude to keep doing what they were doing no matter how hard they were cumming themselves. 

Throughout all of this, the only time Kyle was allowed to be strictly naked was for cleaning. She couldn't even clean herself, she was cleaned by others. Once dried off. She was put right back into her rubber suit. She must have been there for a couple of months, and she was taken to a new room after a cleaning, but they did not put her rubber suit back on. 

She was escorted to a room that had a single chair, and a strange device on the back of it. She complied as she sat down, and then they locked her arms and feet into the chair, and slid a device next to her left temple. She was warned that there might be a little discomfort, but nothing as intense as the regular control device they used on her when she wasn't training.

And there was a buzzing in her head, she didn't know exactly what it was. And it only lasted for a few minutes.

The woman in a white lab coat approached her, “ Tell me, what is your name?" 

“Slave69-CWC84." She immediately replied. But her eyes went wide. That couldn't be right. “Slave69-CWC84?”

"That is correct." Another voice said from the corner, it was that crazy bitch. “Do you know what Slave69-CWC84 stands for?" 

Slave69-CWC84 shook her head, "No.“

“Slave69-CWC84.  Just anoher nameless slave to bring the profits up for the shareholders.  A Slave. Specialty in 69ing.  Cunt Worship Classification.  84th recruit in that specialization.”

And she blinked your eyes a couple times. That was a lot, not just the amount of information in that, but the fact that she was the 84th person for that classification. Just how many classifications were there? How many people have they done this to? Too many questions. 

She was about to ask one when she felt a buzzing her head, looking up at the crazy bitch and realizing she just activated the control chip. Just a brief moment later, she was happy to see her mistress. And then she was even happier to please or mistress by putting that rubber suit back on. And then take her to a training session where that crazy bitch made her lick more pussy.

Slave69-CWC84's days were numbered at the facility, though she didn't know that until she was informed that she was going on a trip. She was still blindfolded, and her ears were still plugged, but the smell of the ocean, and the way the floor moved below her, she knew she was on a ship. Probably a cruise ship. She was very happy at pleasing her mistress as she was led to a small room. It was very small and in fact, as when she was placed in it, her elbow was pressed against the back wall, and each of her shoulders could touch the left and right walls, and in front of her were a couple of bars just inches away. But it made Mistress pleased to put her in there, so she was happy to be there.

She stayed there happily for hours. Mistress finally came and got her, and she was taken to a room where she was pretty sure that she was in a single file line. Every few minutes. She took two to three steps forward, she was led up steps, and Mistress of course, did this all with her amazing leash training skills. She had no idea where she was going, but she didn't stumble once.

Then she was led along a rigid path, and she felt her mistress tie her leash to some sort of pole. Instructions started getting fed into her earpiece telling her to lean into positions, or turn to the right or to the left, kneel down, spread her legs, close them again, walk around the pole. Drop to her knees and wait. She happily did for her mistress.

Her mistress led her to a room. She was put on her back, with a special harness that made sure her arms were not crushed. Something was put over our face, and she realized that Her face was part of a throne. Somebody would sit on her face, and she would be expected to pleasure them.

The chip was deactivated. Slave69-CWC84 was herself, except for the fact that she couldn't remember her real name. Part of her had already accepted the fact that her name was Slave69-CWC84, and that it always would be. It may as well have always been.

She was still blind, folded and deaf to the world unless somebody wanted her to be able to hear, when she felt the naked pussy on her face. She immediately started to pleasure the woman. Time passed, and she was aware that the woman came at least three times.

Her leash was grabbed, and she was led to another part of the room, the positioning of the leash told her this wasn't her normal Mistress, that crazy bitch…  but someone new. Slave69-CWC84 was made to sit. 

The hood, blindfold, and ear plugs were removed, but she couldn't see the other woman. But she did have a set of VR goggles put over her head, And she watched a video of an auction, specifically one where a woman in a very familiar navy blue rubber catsuit, with pink panties and a pink tube top with a blindfold was on display. Somebody bought her. And whoever she was with right now, was her new owner. Her new mistress.

The helmet was removed from her head, she now understood her position. Slave69-CWC84 kept looking ahead, until she saw the back of the woman walking away from her, turning around and sitting in front of her.

Lynn.

Slave69-CWC84's mind was confused, how was Lynn here? Although Lynn's face showed that she was expecting such a reaction. “Well Kyle, that was your name, Slave69-CWC84. I'm told I'm very good at reading people, and in fact that is why I moved so quickly in this corporation. But I was one gambit away from a massive promotion, or never getting promoted at all, so I accepted the control collar after I convinced the CEO I could find a person that would willingly volunteer for our program. I looked at a number of people, and recognized you, you were always so chivalrous. I knew I could count on that.”

Slave69-CWC84 was aware that her breathing was staggered. This was overwhelming her psyche… 

Lynn continued, “If you hadn't been, I would have been in your position. But since you were such a good chivalrous man, I got promoted, I got a lot of money, and I decided to buy my first cunt slave. That's you. Call me sentimental, but I decided I wanted the person who enabled my success to be able to lick my pussy everyday.”

Lynn had a remote, she pointed it at Slave69-CWC84 and pressed a button. She felt that familiar. Buzz, and a moment later she was staring at Mistress Lynn, her owner. 

Lynn grabbed her leash and pulled her to her feet, she put her hands between Slave69-CWC84's legs, and started probing at her pussy, “who does this belong to?" 

"You mistress!” Slave69-CWC84 said with excitement.

Mistress Lynn reached up and pinched one of Slave69-CWC84's nipples, “And who does this belong to?”

"You, mistress!” she echoed with a little bit of a squeal.

"Who do you belong to?” Mistress Lynn asked.

"You, Mistress!” with almost irreverent zeal.

"Very good, now the real question is-” She spread her legs a bit, and then looked her pussy slave in the eye, "If you are my cunt slave, why are you still on your feet?”

And then Slave69-CWC84 dropped to her knees, opened her mouth and started lapping at her mistress’ folds.

The End. 

*for all you that don’t know, yes, cupless bra is a bra.

Oh, And Don’t forget Rule 5, Cunt Slave.  ;)

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