Training Begins

In two weeks, Bruce was back on his feet and given a work schedule. He was to have coffee made by 6 a.m., prepare breakfast according to individual preferences, clean the kitchen, make beds, clean, vacuum, do laundry, be available to make lunch if anyone came home and ordered it, and make dinner according to a schedule made out a week in advance. He had a lunch break from noon to twelve thirty unless he was called upon to make someone lunch and was free (or at Jane’s disposal) after cleaning up from dinner. Bruce was subject to punishment by anyone who caught him not working. Since their class schedules varied, the women might drop in at any time. It was a challenge for some of them to sneak in and catch Bruce sitting or reading the paper. When caught, Bruce would retrieve the flicker whip from Jane’s room, hand it to his tormentor, and stand with his arms straight up. The woman would then administer as many stings as she pleased on any part of his body she chose. Most were satisfied to lay a few bruises on his butt and back. Leddy, however, had him spread his legs and would flick the tassel up under his balls. Bruce would jump up two feet, screaming in pain, and someone would have to grab the whip away from Leddy. Jane told him she would remove his cage for twenty minutes if he had no punishments in a thirty-day period.

Bruce found himself completely focused on pleasing everyone, working hard, and avoiding punishment. He learned everyone’s favorite dish, beer, mixed drink, and sexual preference, striving to anticipate their every need. He was rewarded with compliments and caresses (a mixed blessing due to the cock cage); and, although he slept with Jane, Bruce was considered community property. One woman would bring home a special scent of body oil, and two of them would massage it in while commenting on his body. They painted his nails bronze to match his skin tone, combed out his full-bodied black hair, and generally fuss over him. Thus, Bruce felt a strong emotional duality of pleasure and pain. The pain he often had to experience was real, but the pleasure was largely non-sexual. His cock could only start to become engorged within the confines of the cage, and so his only experience of pleasure was of being called a ‘good boy’ and of the narcissistic feeling of being proud of his body. Also, it was obvious to all that his cock was constantly trying to escape its confines and be ‘Bad’ again. Bruce accepted his lot as one who must serve and service women who were smart, strong, and superior.

There was one situation in which Bruce couldn’t avoid punishment. When they arrived at the off-campus house, Bruce was confronted by Sally’s part