Tania’s Training

On Friday, Geoff dressed up again as Tania. He tried to think himself into the rôle. As he admired his woman’s face in the mirror and pulled up the pretty, but very tight control briefs he had bought to suppress his manhood, he started to invent an imaginary history for Tania.

Tania imagined ─ no remembered ─ growing up and wearing thin cotton skirts that blew about her thighs in the breeze. She recalled dressing up in her school uniform and hating it. She remembering dressing up in a tight little black dress and dancing round her handbag at parties, laughing with her friends. She had pushed boys away as they had tried to grope her or when they danced too close and she felt their pricks pressing into her leg. She had wondered what it was like to lose your virginity. Would it hurt terribly? She was a good girl though. When she left school, she became a secretary. Her boss was a very strict woman and wouldn’t let her wear make-up in the office.

Tania felt very girlie as she swung her sexy hips down the street to the tube. Unlike the last time that she had gone out dressed up for Mrs Prentice, this time she wanted men to look at her tits and arse. She was sad when no one whistled as she passed a building site. ‘Huh, men!’ she thought. ‘No taste!’

It was just before five when she arrived at the publisher’s office. She waited in the street so that she wouldn’t be early. She might be punished for that too. She adjusted her hair using a shop window’s reflection. A foreign man asked her the way to The Strand and she directed him using a voice that sounded quite convincingly feminine to her. She took her man’s watch out of her handbag to check the time again. She must get a new one. When the time came, she walked into reception.

Zoë was sitting behind the reception desk. The lovely young girl rose and asked Tania to follow her up stairs. Mrs Prentice was waiting in her office. There was a riding crop lying on a stack of paper on the desk in front of her. She looked very angry. Zoë left the room, closing the door behind her. Tania started to feel scared. A riding crop would hurt much more than a cane.

‘Where did you learn to type, you ignorant bitch?’ Tania wanted to say that she taught herself but Mistress went on without a pause. ‘One of my copy editors has been going through this trash and has uncovered a spelling mistake on nearly every page you idle slag. I intend to punish you for each one. Come round here at once.’

The manuscript was over seventy pages long. Seventy strokes with a riding crop! Tania’s hands were shaking uncontrollably as she automatically obeyed and went round the desk to stand next to Mistress. Mrs Prentice pushed her chair back and shouted: ‘Over my knee, girl!’

Tania bent forward across her Mistress’s lap but lost her balance when the woman pulled her arm. She ended up with her hands on the floor and her artificial hair dangling in front of her eyes. Mistress was pulling up the tight skirt of her dress. Now she was pulling down the tight control pants. ‘Not on the bare, please Mistress!’ Tania begged.

‘I didn’t give you permission to speak, slave,’ the woman said, ‘so shut your foul mouth’. Mistress started to spank Tania’s bottom with a slow regular rhythm. It hurt terribly but at least it wasn’t that terrifying riding crop. Tania felt her Mistress’s control. Her left hand pressed into the small of Tania’s back. Tania started to feel safe here on her Mistress lap. Would Mistress kiss her after her spanking? She had been such a naughty girl. She should have at least used the spell checker more. She had lost count of the smacks but her whole bottom was glowing with warmth. The warmth was spreading through her whole body.

Abruptly Mistress pushed off her lap and onto the floor. Tania got to her knees and looked at Mistress. There was a slimy patch on the front of her skirt. Tania looked down and saw Geoff’s erect penis. There was clear fluid seeping from it. She wished she didn’t have one. ‘I’m sorry, Mistress,’ she squeaked.

‘Come in here, Zoë,’ Mistress said into the phone, ‘Tania’s wet her knickers and my skirt too’. Tania felt utterly ashamed of herself. She had been very wicked. Mistress stood up as Zoë came in. The girl knelt and, putting her hand behind the material, licked her boss’s skirt clean.

‘Over the desk, Tania,’ said Mistress, ‘Zoë’s going to beat you for me. I can’t be bothered with such trash as you’. Tania did as she was told and went across the desk as she had the week before, with her legs as far apart as the panties and tights would allow.

‘Give her six strokes for wetting herself, Zoë. And make sure they’re hard ones, or you know what will happen. Count the strokes, bitch.’

Zoë brought the riding crop down. The pain was unbelievable. Tania screamed. When she recovered, she croaked ‘One’. She counted all the blows in this way through her desperate sobs. When the cruel beating was over, she could do nothing but lie on the desk, crying her heart out. Mistress was angry with her; she couldn’t even be bothered to beat her.

Mistress started feeling between her legs and rubbed her hated erection. Roughly, she stuck two fingers into Tania’s arse. It hurt. ‘Are you a virgin, Tania?’ Tania ran through memories of her life and said ‘Yes, Mistress’. Mistress resumed rubbing the stiff rod that came out of her belly. ‘That’s understandable I suppose, isn’t it Zoë?’ she went on rhetorically, ‘who’d want to fuck a freak like this? A chick with a dick! A filthy bitch who is about to spunk all over my carpet even if she knows she’ll be beaten for it.’ Mistress increased the speed of her rubbing.

Tania knew she couldn’t stop Geoff from coming for much longer. She groaned and tried not to let him. Mistress stopped suddenly just as Tania was losing control.

‘Stand! Face me.’ Tania stood trembling.

‘Zoë, you’re a shameless spunk bucket, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ answered the girl. ‘Well get down there and make sure the baggage doesn’t stain my carpet then.’

Zoë knelt and took Geoff in her mouth. Tania wanted her to bite him off but the girl licked all around the glans. Tania couldn’t help it, Geoff spasmed and pumped. Zoë swallowed and starting sucking again. Eventually Tania couldn’t bear the continued licking and sucking, it started to hurt. She tried to push the other girl away but Mistress slapped her hard across the face. Zoë licked away until eventually Geoff grew hard again and the discomfort turned to pleasure. Zoë stopped and stood.

‘Pull your clothes up, you dirty girl,’ ordered Mistress. Tania pulled the tight panties over Geoff with some difficulty and discomfort. She was a dirty girl but so had Zoë been. She expected to see Zoë cropped now.

Mistress spoke at last. ‘You will spend the weekend correcting your mistakes at my house Tania. Put your coat on and follow me.’

Zoë collected her coat from the open plan and they went out into the street, and waited for about ten minutes. A black car with opaque windows drew up and Mistress pushed Zoë into the back. Zoë moved over and Tania was pushed in too. The driver was separated from them by an opaque partition. Tania couldn’t see through the black glass of the windows either. They heard the front door shut and the car drove off.

‘Zoë?’ asked Tania. ‘Shush,’ whispered the girl, looking frightened. Tania kept quiet. Her bottom felt very sore against the leather seats. The journey lasted about an hour and a half. When the door opened, they were in garage with two other cars in it. One was a low red sports car and the other a Bentley. They followed Mistress through the connecting door into a corridor. The driver followed. He had a chauffeur’s cap under his arm. He took Zoë by the arm and led her away. Mistress opened a door half way down the corridor and Tania followed her down a flight of steps, which led to another hall. All the doors down here were metal. Mistress pushed Tania through one. It looked like a prison cell.

‘Strip, bitch!’

Tania slipped her high heels off and undressed. She folded her clothes neatly on the low bed as Mistress watched. Mistress would be able to see Geoff. She felt ashamed again. Mistress took her clothes away and Tania heard bolts slide and a key turn in a heavy lock. She sat on the bed and looked round at her prison.

The bed was just a hard shelf with a thin plastic-covered mattress. There were chains hanging from all the walls. The floor was stone and there were no windows. The only furniture was a chamber pot. It looked dirty but was empty until Tania had to squat over it to relieve herself. She was hungry. She lay down to relieve her aching bum. She dreamed Mistress was holding her hand as they walked along a tree-lined boulevard.

Geoff wondered where he was as he woke up. A prison cell? When he saw the high heels by the bed, it all came flooding back. He had fallen asleep as Tania last night. Now he was Geoff again. He picked up the pot and pee’d into it. How long would he be a prisoner here? Would he be able to use a real toilet soon?

Two hours later, the pot was full and Geoff was empty. He could use some food; or a cup of tea at least. Footsteps. A key in the lock. Mrs Prentice came in with a sports bag.

‘What a stench!’ she said. ‘Follow me.’

She led him to a bathroom and watched as he showered and shaved his whole body. She pointed to a well-equipped cabinet. There was every kind of make up. He put Tania’s face on. They went back to the cell. The pot had disappeared. There was a tray with coffee, juice and croissants.

‘Put these on, Tania dear,’ she said as she pulled some clothes from the bag.

Geoff sorted through the clothes on the bed. There was the prettiest lacy, lilac bra he had ever seen and a matching pair of high waisted panties. He put them on and squeezed his breasts through the bra’s padding, which sent a lovely shiver down his spine. He rolled ivory stockings up his freshly shaven legs and fixed them to the suspenders integral to the sexy panties. His wig was there. He put it on. Suddenly he was Tania.

Tania put on a silky pink blouse and buttoned it up. She wriggled in to a long narrow grey skirt and zipped it up the back. Oh heaven, there was jewellery too. She put the interlocking gold chains around her neck and slipped on the two rings. They fit her third finger. She remembered her wedding day as she slipped her shoes on and sat on the bed to eat her breakfast.

It was a white wedding of course. Tania’s mother fussed over her as she put on new white underwear and a blue garter. The dress was borrowed but quite lovely. Tens of layers of white gauze. She felt like a princess as her father led her down the aisle to the handsome man waiting to make her his wife. The bridesmaids wore pink. They weren’t nearly as lovely as Tania though. All eyes were on her today.

After the church, she had changed into a slinky, tight, blue satinette ball gown. A chauffeured car drove them to the honeymoon hotel. They went straight to the room. He had been very rough with her as he pulled at her beautiful dress impatiently. She felt helpless under his weight with the skirt hitched up around her waist. It really hurt as he forced his penis into her without preliminaries. She was dry, and the pain when he tore her hymen was intense. He came quickly and rolled off, falling into a drunken sleep. Tania cried in the bathroom as she washed her maiden blood from her thighs and tried to rescue the ruined dress.

‘Hurry up, girl.’ Mrs Prentice’s command brought Tania back to reality with a jolt.

‘I’m sorry, Mistress.’

‘There’s work to do. Follow.’

Tania teetered down the corridor after Mrs Prentice and up some stairs. She followed her into a room equipped as an office. Her manuscript was lying on the desk next to a computer, covered in corrections in red ink.

‘We’ve loaded the file into a directory called Hyde. You will correct it and print a new version. Any mistakes will earn you correction. Understood?’

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Right. Get on with it.’ She breezed out of the room, locking the door after her.

Tania hitched up the tight skirt a little and sat in the typist’s chair. Correcting the erotic material couldn’t help but be a turn on and she felt Geoff stiffen. His wetness was soaking the front of her knickers. Soon there was a dark wet patch discolouring the grey skirt. She tried desperately to detach herself from the subject matter as she read, but it was impossible. Every scene of bondage and submission made it worse.

Mrs Prentice returned mid-morning with a sheaf of paper.

‘Type these letters for me. There’s a template called APLetter with the address. And stand while I’m talking to you, insolent bitch.’

Tania jumped to attention. Mrs Prentice was staring at the wet patch. Geoff had shrunken away with fear, but his sin was plain to see. Tania blushed. To her surprise, Mrs Prentice didn’t comment on the stain. Tania fully expected to be beaten for it there and then, and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

At lunchtime, Zoë brought in a tray with a light lunch on it. She was naked. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and joined by chains. The marks of a recent beating were evident on her bottom and the backs of her thighs as she bent to put the tray on a low table next to the desk. Tania hadn’t seen Zoë naked before. Her tits were small and firm with unusually large, red areolae around her nipples. Her waist was tiny and emphasized the slight swell of her hips. Her pubic hair was a light brown arrow to prominent lips. Tania wished she had such a beautiful body.

‘Are you Mrs Prentice’s slave? How long have you been here? When did she do that to your bum? Is it very sore?’

Zoë refused to speak in answer to Tania’s torrent of questions. She merely put a finger to her lips. She looked frightened for some reason.

Tania continued to work through the manuscript all afternoon. She wasn’t finished but she decided to run it past the grammar checker anyway. She was about halfway through this when the door was unlocked and Zoë came back.

‘You’re to wash your hands before dinner. Follow me.’

Tania’s tight skirt made her take steps as small as those enforced by Zoë’s chains. She followed Zoë to a luxurious bathroom.

‘I need to go. Could you . . .’

‘Mistress says I have to watch you all the time,’ whispered Zoë, blushing nevertheless.

It was humiliating to squat with this lovely girl looking on. Tania tried her best to conceal Geoff from view. Zoë looked on silently as Tania went to the toilet and then washed. Then Tania followed the pretty, naked slavegirl to a huge dining room.

The scene was bizarre to say the least. Mr Prentice sat at the head of a long table, which was set already with plates and cutlery. His wife faced him at the other end. She looked up as Zoë and Tania entered. Facing one side of the table sat one man in his forties and two big women of indeterminate age. Only the man was naked. His wrists were chained. There were two spare seats at Mrs Prentice’s end next to the isolated male. Facing them, the other diners were also female, all naked and chained in the same fashion as the man and Zoë. Next to Mr Prentice was a tall slender girl with raven hair and the face and figure of a fashion model. The next woman was much older. Her large breasts sagged slightly and her neck announced her as middle aged. Next to her was another pretty but plump young girl ─ buxom one might say ─ with short mousy hair. Zoë took her place next to this girl. A rather ugly middle-aged woman was serving soup to the assembled party dressed in a maid’s uniform.

Tania stood there, awaiting instructions.

‘Sit here next to me, Tania. Betty, you sit between her and Colin,’ said Mrs P. ‘Betty is a pathetic transvestite like you, Tania. And she is my slave,’ she announced.

Tania sat down awkwardly and looked at the others around the table. Betty served her some soup and squeezed in next to her. The soup was a delicious watercress and asparagus. After Betty had cleared away the soup plates, served the main course of salmon and broccoli and rejoined the eaters at table, Mr Prentice eventually spoke.

‘Allow me to introduce Tania Hyde, our newest author: my wife’s latest acquisition.’ He emphasized the last word. ‘This is Emma Willcock. She also belongs to my wife.’ He chucked the black haired beauty under the chin. ‘Don’t you?’

‘Yes, Master. Hallo, Tania.’ She smiled timidly. She had a pronounced Welsh accent.

‘And this is Charlotte O’Kane, one of our most prolific and best selling authors. She belongs to me as does Chloe, next to her, and Colin Masterson, next to you.’

The two big women were introduced as Gloria Ash and Mary De Sade. Mr Prentice explained the spare setting by saying that Tony, his best photographer might join them later.

Dinner finished, Zoë helped Betty clear the table and served brandy and coffee to everyone.

‘Have you finished my letters, Tania?’

‘Yes, Mistress.’

‘Why didn’t you bring them for signature, then, you idle slut? And don’t think I haven’t noticed the filthy stain on the new skirt I gave you. Stand!’

Nervously, Tania pushed her chair back and stood up, smoothing down her skirt and hoping the patch had dried.

‘What do slags like you deserve?’

‘Please don’t beat me, Mistress.’

‘Get over the chair.’

Tania knew she had no choice. She pulled her chair clear on the table and leant over its back, placing her hands on the seat.

‘Pull her skirt up and knickers down, Colin,’ ordered Mr P, ‘and then come here.’

Tania’s blush burned like fire. Everyone would see her shame now. Everyone would see Geoff, who was already growing hard again.

Tania wept as much from shame as from the pain, as Mrs Prentice handed out ten strokes of the cane.

‘Thank you, Mistress,’ she sobbed, rising, getting ready to kneel and kiss Mistress’s feet for being so lenient.

‘Get back in place, Bitch.’

Tania bent again, regretting her premature optimism. Please no more, she silently prayed.

During her short moment of uprightness, Tania had seen that Colin was kneeling between his master naked knees.

‘That’s enough, Colin. I’m ready now.’ It was Mr P’s voice.

Tania waited for the crop but, instead, he felt something warm and wet and hard push between the cheeks of his sore backside.

‘Nooooooooooo!’ she screamed as she realized what was happening. Her No turned into a scream of agony as Mr P’s huge organ pressed relentlessly into Tania’s arse. This was too awful. It couldn’t be happening. Sodomy! I’m not queer, thought Geoff. But I’m not Geoff. I’m Tania. Master is fucking my cunt. Tania’s muscles relaxed and the monster dick plunged all the way into her. All the way to her very soul.

‘Yes. Yes. Yes! Fuck me, Darling. Fuck your virgin bride. Fuck me harder.’

The feeling of her new husband’s spunk spurting into her made Tania climaxed. Her first sex on her wedding night. Her first orgasm. She felt totally empty when he pulled out; empty but deeply satisfied. She was in love.

Mrs Prentice made Tania lick up let mess that Geoff had made and then ordered her back to the table. Mr P allowed Colin to lick him clean and replaced his trousers.

‘It’s our practice, when a new author arrives at Crewel, for the established authors to tell their life stories,’ said Mrs P. ‘I find it a pleasant way to pass an evening and the method of telling allows for constant improvisation so the rehearing the tales is seldom dull. Since you’re nearest the head of the table, Emma, why don’t you go first?’

Emma leant forward on her elbows, glanced nervously first at Mr Prentice and then his wife, and began her tale. ‘When I was at secondary school, my friends were always telling me that I could be a model . . .’

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