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“But I must say we couldn’t do it without Lady Constance. She graciously takes our rejects and pays more than a fair sum for them. It seems the more incorrigible they are, the more she enjoys completing their training. Her Caribbean facility must be most interesting. You know she has the most interesting procedure for banding the male appendage. It affords her and her staff an amazing degree of control..., but I digress.
“Her letter of introduction for you certainly got my attention. We don’t allow many casual visitors..., that is to say non customers. But for an acquaintance of Lady Constance, our doors are open.
“Shall we get some coffee? We can talk in the dining area.”
We leave the Doctor’s fourth floor office. As we proceed down a hallway toward the elevator, we pass several doors with thick padding. Each door has a red and green light above. There is an electronic number pad resembling that of a telephone to the right of each door. The Doctor notices my look of curiosity.
“Our sound proofed rehabilitation rooms. The electro-shock therapy gets a little noisy. And the key pads open the doors only to staff with the proper code.”
There is no opportunity to comment as the Doctor begins a practiced explanation of the clinic, its methods and procedures.
“We start now with two to three days of very thorough psychological and psychiatric testing including sensory deprivation. We learn everything there is to know about each boy. We concentrate on his phobias. And as you will see with our tour, our facility is equipped to indulge all the common fears. Fire. Heights. Claustrophobia. Snakes. Insects. Water.
“Once we learn which to apply, the candidate is most judiciously exposed to his greatest phobia. The procedure speeds the process of mentally breaking the will. You’d be amazed what a couple of days locked into a tight, dark box will do for a recalcitrant lad with claustrophobia. And the well trained specialist knows exactly the level of comfort she should offer, the proper words of support, the breaking point to which he should be brought..., if not beyond.
“When finished we have mental putty..., a very frightened and dependent male mind to be molded and formed to the will and whim of his specialist and later to his new owner, of course.
“And that’s another area in which we’ve begun to expand our services. Under Mrs. W-----, the clinic delivered a very basic untrained but submissive male. We have now begun to more specifically train to the prospective owner’s proclivity. As you’ll see, the entire third floor is dedic
ated to maid training for the feminized candidate. We converted a boring, sterile cafeteria into a well adorned dining area with our French maids-in-training serving beautifully prepared meals.”
The elevator arrives. We enter. She pushes the number three button. The door closes.
“A large portion of the second floor has been stocked with extensive exercise equipment. A survey indicated that many of our gay customers demand a buffed muscular physique. With the assistance of new technology, we have developed procedures for controlling the physically strong submissive, as we tone and sculpt their bodies to the wishes of the prospective owners.
“The remainder of the second floor is a dressage area. We can now train more specifically to the desires of the pony owner. Obviously we don’t have the facilities for full pony training. But our pony protégés now leave after much time spent in bridle and harness and with a good understanding of the basic equine commands.”
The elevator stops. We exit to a large, beautifully accoutered room equipped with heavy, darkly stained, wooden tables and large, comfortable chairs. Long, red velvet drapes cover the windows. The room appears to be a nineteenth century dining room, perhaps replicated from an historic hotel or from the mansion of a wealthy individual.
Several uniformed specialists occupy one table. Coffee is being served and the young women are apparently on break. A cute waitress approaches their table with pots of coffee and chocolate. She’s dressed as a French maid but with extremely high heels and a very short skirt.
But there is something about the way the maid/waitress moves that catches the eye. The steps are just a bit awkward and the sway of the hips is exaggerated. As I peer downward to better ascertain what is so incongruous about her motion, a flash of pink flesh meets the eye as the short skirt rustles against the thighs. With the following step the skirt swings left and the pink swings right. It is the tip of a rather lengthy penis.
The specialists smile with the display. The skirt’s length has obviously been designed to tantalize the viewer and it has indeed captured my attention, for I cannot help but watch as the Director shows me to a smaller table in the corner where she evidently reigns over the dining room antics. As I sit, a curious semicircular notch in the seat of the chair comes to my attention. I cannot help but smile as I realize it is just the size of a collared neck, and it is apparent from the worn edges that many a collared protégé has spent a leisurely meal under the table with head between the thighs of a young, demanding, behavior specialist.
My gaze returns to the maid. Having determined his true gender, I visually examine the face and head. He is flawlessly effeminate in appearance. Shoulder length hair drawn back under a brief maid’s cap, full make-up with lip-gloss, eye shadow, and rouge. His eyebrows have been plucked to the thinnest of uplifting lines. Large earrings comically jingle in a subtle reminder to any remaining male ego that his new status is most feminine.
The Director notices my visual inspection and remains silent as I absorb the interaction. The smiling specialists give orders, and the maid pours from pots. While being served, the third woman from the left reaches under the brief skirt and pulls into view an incredibly long phallus. With my research and recent experience with Boy, I quickly recognize the organ as uncircumcised, tightly infibulated, and somewhat engorged. She gently manipulates the sensitive underside of the head where the small golden globes hold the entrapping bar in place. The maid smiles courteously and patiently waits to be released, after which she serves the remaining specialists. The Director explains.
“Josephine is becoming a wonderful serving girl. It’s difficult to believe that just months ago he was arrested for robbing a store in Prague.
“You’ll notice that part of the training is to test the concentration. The specialists are placing demands on him. The small finger strokes on the frenulum are considered a reward for good service. And for some meals, he’ll be freed of his entrapping bar and serve completely erect. It’s a rather interesting sight. The little apron is pushed aside by the erect penis and affords no covering.
“This is one of the few areas of training where the protégés do not wear the blurring contact lenses, for obvious reasons.”
Josephine finishes and turns toward the kitchen. There is no back to the skirt, and his buttocks are completely exposed. But more shocking is the display of two large, hairless testicles. Evidently, Josephine has been placed into a genital harness, which encircles the base of the stretched scrotum and pulls it back between the thighs.
As he steps away, the last specialist served reaches over and gives one testicle a firm pinch. Josephine understandably jumps and the table of specialists giggle with his clumsy attempts to stay perched on his high heels.
“He’s progressing wonderfully,” the Director concluded, “and his breasts are growing nicely.”
As I watch Josephine’s scrotum waggle about with each step back to the kitchen, another maid approaches our table. Dressed in an identical uniform he/she walks with much effort, the right foot completely collapsing halfway toward us. The Director smiles.
“It’s Pat’s second week on duty. He hasn’t even been stretched enough for a harness.”
Indeed, the motions of the small skirt reveal not only the swinging penis tip but also the bottom portion of a hairless, scrotal sac.
“It’s also interesting to observe the difficulty the boys have in becoming accustomed to clothing after months of complete nudity. But there is something about the silky effeminate attire that calms them over time. Of course, they’ve been psychologically screened beforehand. We can predict their reaction and eventual acceptance of their new role with a high degree of certainty.”
