Domina Arts College & ETT 4

Adele At Domina College

   I was touched to the heart when Richard realized it was really me standing over his bed and started crying his eyes out. Doing his T&T that first morning – first time in our lives! – was pure pleasure for me. I’d expected him to be constipated.

   High school had prepared me well for Domina College. All four years, girls receive instruction in Health, Human Anatomy and Physiology, Sex Ed, and Medical Care. We’re volunteer Nurse Aides at Mens Clinics in senior year. By graduation, we’re certified Licensed Practical Nurses.

   By graduation day, I had training, experience, and expertise in virtually all aspects of the Domina Arts. Discipline and other adult-related subjects excepted.

Shopping For Domina Arts College

   On my 18^th birthday, Mother and I went shopping for College (daddy begged to go with us. He was so hysterical about it, Mother had to give him a spanking to shut him up!). We left him and Richard in the care of family females. Naked.

   Uniforms and heels, makeup, and other essentials. I declare, every girl looks sexy as heck in a College uniform. Tight white silk blouse (no bra) open halfway down my titty cleavage. Pleated black skirt 4-inches above the knee. Strappy shiny heel sandals designed for toe-sucking and foot-licking. White cotton thong panties.

   The store was crowded with girls like me and their Mothers. Quite a few had brought brothers and/or daddies. Naked, of course. They all had cute erections. Daddies had much bigger cocks and cockheads, drooling precum in all kinds of ways – gobbets, spurts, streams. Boys can’t do that until after Enhancements.

   Adult men had larger testicles, too. Their fannies were so big and wobbly! I licked my lips.

   We bought ten uniform ensembles, and four party outfits. I was thrilled to pieces. My dream coming true.

   A few days later, an ambulance took Richard to the ETT Clinic. Mother drove me to Domina College, which was across the street. The places are always close to each other, but I wouldn’t see my brother for two months yet.

Classes, Labs, & Practice

   The early weeks of College were exhausting and frustrating. Classes, textbooks and videos, demonstrations, study late into the night. As you might expect, my three dorm roommates and I took frequent breaks to make love.

   One of my best teachers was a man (male faculty and staff are naked in low sandals; Dominas wear dresses and heels). A dreamboat with a constantly drooling erection and fat welted fanny, he taught me a lot. His wife, a tall sultry Domina teacher, was always there too.

   Male physical, psychological, and emotional perspectives of Discipline. The aching need for it. Fascinated lust for female feet, and the reasons men must look at them during spankings.

   Exactly how painful Discipline is on sensitive male fannies (his wife and other Domina teachers stripped us, and used every implement on our bottoms, which they stressed were much less sensitive - but Wow!).

   He often emphasized that men only love, respect, and lust for strict merciless Dominas. The royal road to men’s hearts is frequent howling thrashings – along with care, affection, and love.

   Classes and lab practices were devoted to male genitals - care, gauging, frigging, bathing, Tasting, fondling, sucking, oiling, and handling. Genital Ointment, which young men need every two weeks until marriage. The subject was more complex and important than I ever imagined.

   Receiving O. Observing live Discipline. Practicing Discipline on extremely lifelike male dummies.

   As Nurse Aides, we’d already been trained in Toilets and Toilettes, suppositories and enemas, baths, dressing, primping and so on. But there were advanced classes, and some new things to learn.

Live Naked Men – Finally!

   The final few weeks we – finally! – got living men to work on. Volunteers from the large nearby town, ranging in age from 18 to over 100. Brought by female relatives who watched us closely.

   Many remain bright in my memory. One highlight was two trembling men in tight pink shirts and shorts. An 18 year old and his quadruple great granddad of 99.

   I dealt with the boy first, squatting down to remove his shorts. His Enhanced prick jumped out, drenching my face with precum (lesson learned).

   He cried like a fallen angel for 20 solid minutes, sucked my toes like a greedy lustful devil. I slathered Salve on his fanny, put the boy across his Mother’s lap, and turned to the older man.

   Surely he’d be less intemperate and profuse. I squatted for his shorts. A thick brown knobby monster emerged twitching. It spewed a heavy gob of precum in my open mouth. Another lesson.

   I stood up to gauge his testicles, so big and round they filled my cupped palm. His cockhead prodded my leg, dripping precum down it. “When was your first spanking, honey?”

   Long dark hair, bright blue eyes, cute button nose, clear complexion. He looked barely older than daddy.

   “Ah, maybe 86 years ago. My sister. She’s never stopped since.”

   “So, you won’t mind if I’m harder on a veteran like you?”

   A flash of fear in his eyes, bunched testicles tightened. “Domina decides, ma’am.”

   His fat fanny was creamy. I was curious, and parted his ponderous bottomcheeks. Crinkled pink rose like the boy. Virginal. Incredible.

   He screamed and cried like the boy of 18. Sucked my toes better. Sheesh, I can’t wait for my male relatives back home!

I Surprise My Brother

   Before he was fully awake, I unlocked Richard’s chastity cage and inspected his genitals. It’s a sister’s prerogative to choose Enhancements. I consulted Mother for advice, but every decision was mine alone. My demands were extensive, somewhat extreme but safe and reasonable, and precise. I inspected Richard’s Enhanced penis and testicles.

   Luckily, he had an erection. With thumb and middle finger, I encircled his mushroom-shaped, flagrantly flaring purple cockhead. Tight fit. Cockshaft was thick and long, the hard penis arching like a banana.

   My brother’s smooth scrotum filled my hand, each ball within slightly larger than a ripe plum.

   Perfect! I turned him over, still snoring. Richard’s fanny looked luscious, inside and out. Supine again, I waked him with an extensive Tasting of his prick and precum.

   He started crying with joy before I finished. “For a while, I’ll visit you three mornings or afternoons a week, and all day Sunday. Go with you to classes. Meet your Governess and Nursemaid. Won’t that be fun?” He nodded so hysterically I had to laugh.

   Richard’s roommates also had sisters (my College classmates) on their beds, saying the same things.

   The next two months were certainly fun for us both. Well, mostly for him. Spankings are never “fun” for a boy, no matter how much he loves his sister. On our half days, at the beginning and end of each visit. On Sundays, four or five spankings before I left.

A Sister’s Frustration & Fulfillment

   Months 5 and 6 we were practically inseparable. Boys live in their sisters’ dorms. He slept on a smaller bed beside mine, I did virtually all his T&T’s and spankings, and we took many classes together. Each couple had a private bathroom.

   My gracious, except for the Discipline, it’s so much easier to be a boy. Girls have to learn lots and lots more. But believe me, it’s all worth it.

   Every morning after T&T and spankings, for months, brothers rendered O to my three roommates and me. Limp pricks and saggy testicles, three fat welted fannies in the air. They did it four times a day after spankings. The girls and I exchanged sad glances.

   Our brothers’ pricks were hard and dripping, their testicles bunched, when they knelt naked to every Domina. But not for the sisters who loved them. Us.

   Same for our kisses, which we gave more frequently than spankings. No fun for us, or them.

   We were big beauties, elegant pricks saluted us all the time. But not our brothers’. Except for fondling and frigging, of course.

   And then! On the same morning! Bunched testicles under hard dripping pricks! Boys looking up from sisters’ toes with fear and lust. Richard too. I felt a rush of desire run from the toe he was sucking, through my cunt, and up my spine.

   We had Bonded! We were their Dominas! They were our submissive boys. That was it!

Graduation

   Mother was at the Graduation Ceremony, dad in a frock on her lap. Our graduating class was 100 couples. The ten twin girls in the class – sad Brotherless girls - were with cousins or young uncles.

   For 2 days before, there were no spankings or cums. That morning, we gave Triple Enemas, thorough baths, primping and makeup, oiling. By tradition, sisters are nude. Boys swiveled heads to leer at bouncing beauties in the buff.

   We strapped the naked boys to enema benches, fannies high, while we prepared ourselves. Girl graduates wear short white pleated dresses, black heel sandals and jaunty black berets.

   The ceremony was outdoors under canopies. Graduates sat in the front rows, boys Sideways on our laps. Family and friends behind us.

   Large movable stage in front, with its own canopy. The faculty sat on Spanking Stools facing us. Domina teachers in black mid-thigh robes, black heels. Male teachers naked, genitals oiled, testicles hanging over the stools, pricks hard and drooling.

   The College President stood at a clear Lucite podium, nude from heels up. The statuesque Mexican Domina made every prick twitch. She called graduate couples individually.

   My girl classmates and I spontaneously sighed “Awwww”, as each couple walked to the stage, climbed the four steps up, and walked to the podium. It was just so darn touching to see them from behind.

   Big beauty in heels, lush body visible under translucent dress, towering over her naked brother, holding his hand. Chubby, pear-shaped boy, heavy oiled bottomcheeks threshing and juddering, eyes on his sister’s toes.

   Awards for academics, attitude, and achievements. I was wrestling champion. 22 girls were chosen for Governess School, 22 for Nursemaid School. Most of the others would soon depart for 2 years military service. I got Governess School. Great. It was near Richard’s Nursing College.

   I tasted his penis that morning. It told me he was hysterical and frustrated. No surprise there.

   We threw our berets in the air, whooping, and carried the boys to the Faculty Lounge and Ballroom. Family and friends surrounded us. Mother kept cooing over Richard, who was sulky and needed a darn good spanking. I’ll let Richard speak now.

Mother and Adele Bloom My Fanny

   Richard back again. I came home from ETT Clinic with 42” hips. I was married six years later with 45.5” hips. Family females “bloomed” my fanny to a fare thee well every single day. Mother and Adele most of all. 

   My Discipline Diary daily entries were perused before my nightly hand bath (only soap and female hands, tip to toes) and tuck in bed. By Mother or Adele. When both were away, by an aunt or Governess.

   Heaven help me when the DD day’s account showed A Deficiency. Less Than 4 spankings which totaled at least 45 minutes screaming across female laps. Heaven help me then! And it was never my fault! I can’t spank myself! And Mother and Adele gave me most of my spankings!

   I told them that. Once each. I never did it again.

   On those nights, no matter what came before, my spankings were terrible. Long and terrible. Usually from Mother or Adele. They sat on the Spanking Stool in my room and lifted me bodily over their laps. I thought it was hell on earth.

Bonding – Theory & Practice

   Funny, though. I’d “Bonded” with Adele before we graduated together. She from Domina College, me from ETT Therapy. It had taken nearly 4 months of terrible spankings. But I Bonded with Mother very quickly after returning home. I was still 18!

   You see, a young man doesn’t respond – initially - to his sister and Mother the way he does with other Dominas. And they don’t to him. The sibling and maternal relationship has to change radically.

   With all other Dominas - even aunts, cousins, and older female relatives - I was immediately and instinctively aroused by their overpowering femininity.

   From the first, my prick was always hard and dripping for them. Sucking the great-grams’ toes. Melting in girl cousins’ arms, hungry for kisses. Licking aunts’ bottomclefts with relish, licking every non-related Domina’s wet cunt with delight. They, in turn, enjoyed my naked submissive worship.

   It was quite different with Adele and Mother. Those natural actions, and all the others that women and men do together, were initially distasteful to us. They make us feel queasy and uncomfortable. And imagine their used panties in our mouths!

   I was positively nauseous sucking their toes, kisses were odious, and I gagged licking Mother’s anus or Adele’s cunt. I retched with their used panties in my mouth.

   The trouble was, we still regarded each other in the old way. Only with love and affection. As sister and brother, mother and son. Not as Domina and man.

   The only cure for that is Discipline, care, and adult attentions. Hard, bitter spankings; copious enemas; Genital Ointment applications; fondling and frigging; butt plugs and public “Walkings”. But chiefly – Spankings.

   I’d had that, crying all the way, for 4 months with Adele at ETT. The last 2 months constantly, her bed beside mine in the dorm.

   By graduation, she wasn’t quite my sister anymore. She was my Domina. I called her “ma’am”. I sucked her toes with quivering fear, shameless lust, and a hard prick drooling precum. My prick erected at the mere sound of her heels (every man knows his own sister’s heel sandals).