Sandra The Spy - 2

Podiatrist – Mixed Gender Clinic

   It got worse. The Clinic was a mixed-gender medical facility. We sat in the Waiting Room, naked as the men and boys with their Governesses. A male nurse walked to me. Cute guy in white pants-suit and running shoes.

   Before seeing the podiatrist, we needed a complete physical examination and body fluids. My nurse led me to a large airy white-tile room. The kind I took Richard to at the Mens Clinic.

   A multi-purpose clinical area, equipped for everything. From enemas to Genital Ointment Application to sperm collection to strapping.

   Naturally, all the patients were naked. But this area was different. It served both genders, with equivalently balanced nurses. Male nurses cared for females, and vice versa.

   I watched a male nurse squeeze the contents of a 2-liter enema bulb into the rectum of his patient. She was on a horizontal enema bench, head against the padded surface, bottom high. Her hefty titties hung down from padded circular cut-outs on the bench.

  My First Enema

   She moaned as the nurse massaged her distended belly after plugging her anus. She sighed as he fingered her cunt soothingly.

   Another female was on a toilet, pooping furiously. When she finished, her nurse extracted the entire steaming pile from a metal tray below. He gave it to a lab technician, then began wiping his gasping patient.

   A droll scene. The nude female was much bigger and thicker than her efficient nurse. But she was compliant as he led her back to the enema bench, this time for cuntal fluids. She was positively ecstatic as he expertly diddled her cunt and clit with bare hands.

   It was shocking. I’d never seen such a thing. I almost protested, bent over the padded post of an enema bench. But then he inserted greased fingers into my rectum.

   Golly, did I poop! I looked at the toilet across from me, where a male had finished at the same time.

   His buxom nurse was sexy in her white A-frame one-piece outfit. Mid-thigh hem, white hose and heel sandals. She towered over my nurse as they compared their patients’ poop.

   My pile was bigger, but his turds were somewhat thicker. You might think that odd, considering my greater body size. It’s normal.

  Male Fannies & Rectums

   Male fannies are disproportionately large and super sensitive. Their rectums are more capacious, and also very sensitive. Enhancements intensify those attributes.

   Male fannies are made for constant thrashings. Male rectums yield gratefully to female fingers, butt plugs, and wifely dildoes.

   Richard sometimes cums with just my finger up him. Rectal grease has a short-lasting anesthetic, or he’d cum every time I inserted a butt plug. He has multiple orgasms from my dildoe.

   But you should hear him whine when I approach his anus! Horrible! It’s a male thing. They pretend to be virginal boys. Chaste and virtuous and modest. Too pure to even poop, much less eager to be fucked. If we tell them the truth, they start crying hysterically.

  My French Foot Enhancement

   The French podiatrist was a charming older man. He placed my bare left foot in his lap, where I could feel a rigid erection through the white clinical tights. There were two other podiatrists, both male, with other girls.

   I wasn’t worried about the beauty of my feet. Boys get erections just looking at them. After spankings, daddy and Sam suck my toes like candy. Say they’re perfect. That’s what I thought, anyway.

   My podiatrist said I needed extensive work, as did all the other girls. Uncomfortable weeks until we could walk again, more before we strode in heel sandals. But it was all worth the trouble.

  French Genius

   French Governess schools (there are several besides ESP) are perfectionists about female feet. In fact, all French Domina colleges are. The country’s ETT Clinics are almost as persnickety about male feet.

   It’s lovely to see French girls spanking their brothers. The delicate, perfectly pampered male feet look darling as they kick in agony.

   Of course, ESP had the highest standards and the best specialists.

   In other countries they care for obvious problems. Most girls’ feet are normally quite nice. But that’s not good enough for the French.

   In that area, and many other aspects of Discipline and Domina Arts, the nation’s native genius is unquestioned. French Dominas have the most beautiful feet, and their males have the most rabid foot fetishes in the world.

   France is supreme in clothing and footwear for both sexes. The panache and style of its females, grace and discretion of its males, is unmatched.

   Its historical and romantic movies are colorfully sumptuous, scrupulously accurate, and unashamedly arousing. Men and boys taken home from the latest French film receive the spankings (or whatever Discipline the lead actress favored) of their lives.

   France also works in scientific Discipline fields. Technology, medicine, surgery, neurology. On the cutting edge of T&T innovations, its new suppository is anxiously awaited by the world’s girls and women.

   French females scorned the fountain toilet.

   “Not wipe my Jules’ fanny? Idiocy. Wiping is intimacy, dominance and submission. Love. Specially important for youths.”

   Now, worldwide, after initial enthusiasm, millions of fountain toilets gather dust in basements and junkyards. If girls and women can afford the French original, they use “Pour Fesse” lotion between male bottomcheeks.

   And did I mention foot care?

  My Perfect Feet / Heel Sandals, Governess Uniform

   My mates and I, standing proudly nude, finally received our sets of custom-fitted glossy black Governess heel sandals. The first heels we’d worn in a long time. Scrumptious naked French boys gently slipped our feet in, and strapped them on. Kneeling naked, with delightful dripping erections, the boys rendered O to us in the usual fervent French style.

   We were given Before & After photos. Incroyable! My “Before” feet, which daddy pronounced “perfect”, looked definitely gnarly. My “After” feet, which will need more care and maintenance from now on, are works of erotic art. At first, I couldn’t believe they were mine. The other girls felt the same.

   New naked French boys brought our tailored Governess uniforms. They were divine!

   Black lace, embossed by many a small black velour fleur de lis. Black velvet neck bands atop high collars, bosoms cut open to deep décolletage.

   One-piece translucent outfits snug against our nude bodies, hems a few inches above the knees. The skirts were semi-elastic, and could be easily hiked up for spankings or other Discipline.

   Black hose ending at ankles with under-the-foot stirrups. White garter belts and thong panties. A Governess is slavishly rendered O by her (preferably one) Charge several times daily, and her used panties often fill his mouth.

   I admired myself in a full length mirror, holding a vanity mirror for full inspection behind. Despite my height, I had sometimes considered my legs and calves almost too thick. But in sheer black hose they looked splendid and shapely.

   Looking down in front, I could picture Richard kneeling naked at my feet. Sucking my toes with ardor and a hard drooling prick. Insincerely begging me to spank him, in that meek scared voice he always has. My cunt was wet.   

   My three other mates were doing the same thing. We waited for the French cuties to leave, fat fannycheeks wobbling. Then started to cry, joyfully hugging each other.

   Madame Juliet spoke.

   “No tears, young ladies. Eh, go on a little. Remember. A Governess is toes to top, and inside as well. What is the first thing males see? Your feet. To what do they kneel, and render O? Your feet. What do they gaze on during your spankings? Your feet. What makes their pricks twitch? Ha!”

   “Your Charges will quickly fall in love with you. And the love begins at your feet. Come. We shall watch the new volunteers arrive.”

   My tailored Governess uniform was incredibly sexy. I’d never worn anything that made me feel so aggressively feminine. I wanted a naked boy across my lap! But I had to wait.

   Governess School Male Volunteers

   At a certain point in Governess Training, you get a male. He could be of any age, teen to great grand. During part of the day’s instruction, you’re away.

   He’s usually naked, with three other males. Supervised by a strict female School Volunteer Attendant from outside. We girls are glad that Attendants are mature Dominas, grandmothers and older. We’d hate girls our own age.

   Most times, however, you both are inseparable. He’s your Charge. One month at a time. (I was amazed to discover how much I loved caring for males. Even giving suppositories was fun).

   My mates and I walked to the concrete drive and walkway of the Reception Area, heels clicking assertively. I loved New Arrivals.

   A group of 20 or so couples on a luxurious coach bus. Volunteers and their escorts. Males varied in age by as much as 60 years, even more. Escorts were the youngest Dominas in the family, teen girls.

   They came from all over France and beyond. A wonderful mélange of races and skin colors. Dark, creamy khaki, olive, beige, pearly white.

   Some were boys who’d recently returned from ETT Therapy – they cried pitifully for their sisters. Some men looked like studmuffins in their 30s, but were much older.

   One of my cuties got his first spanking during the Normandy Invasion. He spoke of his sister with stars in his eyes - and a big twitching prick.

  The New Arrivals

   The New Arrivals. All of them cute and well-fed, wide hips and fleshy fannies, proud long pricks crowned by exuberant dripping cockheads, large round testicles bursting with spunk.

   I could see their hearts in their cute scared faces. Submissive, loving, emotional – needing spankings more than cums, firmness more than kisses, assertive female dominance most of all.

   Their escorts were young ladies, as always. Very young, but no less strict and stunning for that. At least 6-4 in heels, elegant French fashions flattering ample feminine bodies. Strong, muscles of iron under generous curves, sure in their superiority and dominance.

   Even at their age, the girls are accustomed to males kneeling naked to them, sucking their long toes. They give frequent ferocious spankings to males in the family – especially brothers.

   French boys that age are like every teen boy I know. They cry when they have to sit down on their burning fannies.

   A significant part of every day is endured naked and screaming across family laps, kneeling at female feet, and crying. Another portion is spent begging for cums and kisses. The boys’ pricks are always hard, hungry, and dripping precum.

   Actually, boys aren’t very different from grown men, come to think of it.

   The bus chuffed to a stop. One by one, the couples emerged.

   Tall voluptuous Oriental girl, jet black hair in a bun, leading her naked brother firmly by the hand.

   She’s casually elegant in a Chanel creation and heels, with the arrogant insouciance French females seem born with. He’s cute as can be, wavy black hair to shoulders, bobbing oiled prick leaking a continuous stream of precum. Tears are welling in his eyes.

   Girl with an afro, gleaming dark skin generously exposed. She leads her granddad, creamy white skin set off by large purple genitals, erect cock. They share a smile. Soul mates.

   Flaming red hair pageboy, remarkably big girl in a tiny green dress struggling to contain with her titties. With daddy. The fine paternal prick is always at attention for her, except immediately after daddy’s spankings and friggings.

   On and on they come. Governess students stride up to claim their prizes, chatting with the girls who hold the pricks. Girls say similar things in different ways.

   “Take good care of my baby. He needs 3 – 4 – 5 cums daily. Frequent good hard spankings. Make sure he takes his pills and drinks his milk and eats properly. If he’s costive, use suppositories if possible. Oh, and ….”

   I share a large townhouse dormitory with other students. We each have our own private, fully equipped suite, arranged in adjacent pods of 5 adjoining suites. 5 pods to each townhouse. 25 girls.

   All the girls in my townhouse (there are dozens on the expansive campus) have males except me and my four mates. We’re so frustrated by the spankings and screaming, sex with each other was blah. There is nothing like a male, as the song in “South Pacific” goes.

   We chatted. “I never thought I’d say this, but I even miss wiping my brother’s fanny.” “Me too. And him sucking my toes.” “I’d give anything to have Teddie on my lap for kisses.” “My Leo is such a darling. Always begging to lick inside my bottom. I never let him.” “I never sucked Larry’s cock. Wish I could now.”

   Homesick and naked brother sick. It’s the absolute pits.

   We finally got our males. A new one every month. I had a foaming prick in my cunt at least twice every night.

  The Game’s Afoot - Graduation

   I uncovered the agents near the end of Training. They were two big beauties my age. Gosh, what a relief!

   They’d been on my radar for awhile. My suspicions grew when I saw them outside late at night under a tree. I tailed them the next time it happened. They used a cell phone, which is forbidden for students.

   One girl said, “Yes, ma’am. Queen of Australia’s court. I’m getting close”. The other girl, “Almost a lock. The CEO of Discipline Enterprises likes my style. She’s desperate for a Governess like me.”

   I waited for an hour after the girls went back to their suites. Next morning, I went to the Superintendant’s Office. Used a code only she knew. She gave me privacy and the secure computer I left with her. American commandos disappeared both girls that night.