The Sash - Obedience Training

Obedience Training

Copyright 2014

by Chris Bellows

“You will listen to my every word... most attentively, Markie. And then you will obediently follow my instructions... instantly. You are not to speak unless I demand a reply.”

“Yes, Ma’am,”

The lithe form stands in nakedness, hands humbly folded atop long blonde curls. A tall and imposing Nurse Benson looks downward despite his high heels. Many weeks of hormone injections have abetted in developing a delightfully smooth layer of subcutaneous fat. The hairless once male figure appears pubescent, such girlishness brought to a once budding muscular frame.

“Remove your shoes.”

“But Nurse Benson, that means I will have to crawl.”

“Silence! Obey!”

The Nurse reaches forth, thumb and index finger most cruelly capturing a right nipple, puffy with the hormonal reaction to the flood of estrogen. Yes, the depleted testosterone of the castrated male offers timely and notable transformation to femininity. She pinches. Her charge gasps, his knees buckling with the sharp pain.

Bending to follow the supplicating girly boy to the floor, the nurse maintains her grip until hands rapidly move to the straps of the right shoe and begin to remove. Without the footwear Markie’s altered feet do not... will not... function to permit him to stand upright... and certainly not offer normal motion.  

Right shoe removed, left shoe follows to leave Markie in complete deshabille. Stripped!

“Good girl. You will save yourself some suffering by listening and obeying. You must feel good without your diaper. You like to show yourself to women... don’t you Markie?”

The question brings remorseful thought. The constant nakedness is most humiliating. As is being in make up, styled long hair and polished nails... fingers and toes. Yet there is indeed a strange inner joy.

‘What is it they are doing to me?’ Markie asks himself in silence again and again.

“I... I... guess so, Nurse Benson.”

“Yes, girly boys like you find joy in the humiliation... the exposure. Now roll to your back spread your legs and show your Nurse Benson the doctor’s latest modification. Quickly now. Well spread... put your feet up to your shoulders. Show off for me... be a good girl.” 

Avoiding another assault, the nurse knowing precisely where to apply the most modest pressure of thumb and forefinger to the most sensitive of pink flesh, Markie scrambles to comply. Within seconds he lies supine, legs parted, thighs raised, obscenely showing himself... herself... to the white uniformed woman of governance.

“Very nice. Very obedient. Markie I do think your penis has shrunk even more,” the nurse lowering herself to inspect. “And this little sac of yours is withering. At bath time I’ll massage it for you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Markie?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the notion bringing a modest yet joyous smile.

“Yes, you castrated boys all like having a woman toy here. It brings memories doesn’t it Markie?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the implied loss brings a mournful tone in contrast to the faint joy.

“Now what is this here, Markie?” the fingers slipping lower toward the anus.

The question brings disconcertion. Markie remains silent.

“Tell me what this is Markie!”

“It’s... it’s my new pee hole.”

“New. Yes, the doctor has graciously helped you again. You’re becoming more and more like the little girl we want you to be. You now must squat to pee. And you’ve so nicely learned how.... haven’t you Markie. Squatting like a girl now...”

A finger abrades the new opening, at the perineum between the plundered scrotal sac and the anus. Markie’s mien further plunges in thinking of the process. The operation was quick and simple, but learning how to control the flow of excretions time consuming. Many weeks in diapers. Many fanny spankings for soiling himself.

Finally, muscling which normally permits ejaculation more or less came to Markie’s rescue. No more diapers... no more fanny spankings. He pees now... upon command... but only upon command... and only as would a girl.

“And now your penis is useless... except to amuse. Do you like amusing us, Markie? Like it when you wear the sash and you get hard for us?”

“If it pleases, Nurse Benson.”

“Yes, it does. And you’re learning to please... and you enjoy learning to please.”

The nurse rights herself, picking up the special shoes which empower Markie with normal movement. Without he must crawl, both feet curled almost to the shape of a fist.

Strolling to nearby shelving, Markie is disheartened when the nurse reaches above, stowing his footwear high. No longer able to stand, the footwear is beyond his reach, not to be retrieved without assistance.

“Now, I want you to crawl for me, following my commands. Left, right.... fast, slow... forwards, backwards. We like it when meek little girly boys crawl... all pink and naked. And keep your knees parted, Show off that empty scrotum. Make that little penis flop about,” the demanding words offered as the nurse returns.

A firm hand swings. Markie’s well rounded right cheek resounds with a splat, painful but no where near the level of anguish received with the discovery of a soiled diaper or failure to empty his bladder upon command. Thus he knows to instantly comply, hands and knees shuffling.

“To the toy box. We’re going to begin anal training. Girly boys like anal training.”