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From: shattered_mind@nospam.hotmail.com (Naive)
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Subject: {ASSM} A Safe Home - Chap. 2 (F+/m, bd, Fdom, exhib)
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New chapter. Hope you like.

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(C)2003 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
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A Safe Home (Chapter 2)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

"Feeling better?" Jeannine said from behind her desk. She smiled 
as I sat up and gave her a little nod. "I see that your a bit 
overwhelmed by everything." She came over and sat down beside me. "You 
don't really need to worry so much. We're going to take good care of 
you." Putting her arm around me, she pulled me near. "All you have to do 
is trust in me a little."

"That's kind of hard to do when you're parading me around naked 
and doing those other things to me." I couldn't even say what they'd 
already done.

"You have to realize that you're going to be experiencing many new 
things here. It's just part of what goes on at this school." She smiled 
at me. "We're going to have to initiate you a little faster then most. 
We can't have you passing out every time something new happens to you." 
She stood and helped me to my feet. "Strip for me."

"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe she was going to do this to me 
again.

"You heard me. I said strip off." She smiled, but her eyes took on 
a hard no-nonsense look. I knew better than to argue. I didn't know what 
punishment was like around here, but if this wasn't punishment, I didn't 
want to know what was, much less make it worse. Loosening my tie I 
slowly pulled it over my head and tossed it on to the burnt rose leather 
couch behind me. As I unbuttoned my shirt, Jeannine dimmed the lights a 
little. From behind me she helped me take off my shirt. She draped it 
over the arm of the couch. Pulling my undershirt over my head, I felt 
Jeannine's hands caressing my chest. She followed my arms up helping me 
pull my undershirt off. As it hit the floor, and I could feel her 
fingers sliding into my waistband, as I lowered my arms. Resting her 
chin on my shoulder, she whispered in my ear, "You might get more 
pleasure out of being here then you'd think. You just need to relax and 
let it happen." Gently sucking the lobe of my ear, her nimble fingers 
unfastened my slacks. "We know what's best for you. Just follow orders 
and you'll do perfectly here." Stepping in front of me and smiled. "Now 
finish for me." I kicked off my shoes and slowly lowered my slacks. I 
tried to delay the final bit as long as I could. Slowly, I rolled my 
socks off. I could see Jeannine tapping her heals on the hardwood floor. 
I knew I couldn't stall any longer. I stood and looked at the floor as I 
put my fingers in the sides of my boxers. "Wait. I want you looking at 
me when you do it."
"Do I have to?"

"Don't question me. Just do it." I looked her in the eyes, and did 
the hardest thing I'd ever done: I dropped my boxers to my feet. I 
wanted to look away, but her eyes held me there. "That's good. Now come 
to me." She had a wicked looking smile as I walked over to her. Reaching 
into her desk she pulled out some leather manacles. "Give me your 
hands." She took my wrists and tightened them on me, and using a ring 
latch connected the two manacles together. Then she pulled another set 
out, and tightening them around my ankles. "Lets get you up on the 
desk." Helping me up she pushed me back, so I was lying across her desk. 
Pulling my bound hands over my head so they rested jut over the edge of 
the desk. Taking a rope or something like it she looped it through the 
ring holding my wrists together, and tightened my hands down. Standing 
over me she caressed my cheek. "You look good enough to eat. I'm glad 
you're just the right size for my desk." She walked to the other side of 
the desk and bound my ankles to the desk legs. Leaving me bound, knees 
to wrists on her desktop. "I cleaned it off just for you. I knew you'd 
look great across my desk. But, I guess it's time to call in the girls."

"No wait you can't!" Trying to pull free in a blind panic, but I 
couldn't I was held tight. In fact I could barely squirm in place.

"You still haven't learned yet, I can do whatever I like here. Oh, 
and try not to pull too hard. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." 
Picking up her phone she dialed for someone. While she was waiting, she 
amused herself by caress my cock to life. "Yes, Marie, please send in 
Christie and her group. Thank you."

"Please. Please don't." I plead, almost gasping for breath.

"Shh, just relax. You know that your not suppose to speak unless 
spoken to. Don't make me gag you. I wanted to save that for later." She 
laughed. Just then there was a knock at the door. Jeannine walked over 
to the door, her steps pounding in my ears almost as loudly as my 
heartbeat. I couldn't look; I just closed my eyes, wishing it was all 
over, that I was anywhere else. "Come on in girls. I want to introduce 
you to Brian. He's one of our newest students." Her fingers tickled at 
my quickly descending dick, bring it back to life. "Be a good little boy 
and open your eyes, so I can introduce you to the girls." I shook my 
head. I know I must have looked more like a spoiled little brat, than a 
defiant young man. But, I felt more like a child then man, and didn't 
really want to their eyes on me. "Come on be a good boy." I shook my 
head again. "Well I guess we're just going to have to make you." That's 
when I felt their fingers all over me. It was like a huge centipede 
crawling all over my skin. That is until they found a ticklish spot. I 
couldn't help yelping out, as I tried to catch my breath. Then they 
found another and another. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't 
breath, twisting and turning in my bonds. I tried to find any angle 
where I could get some relief. I just couldn't quit laughing. I was 
laughing so hard tears came to my eyes. Finally, I had no choice: I 
could either pass out, or open my eyes. I didn't even want to think what 
they'd do to me while I was out.

"All right that's enough." Jeannine yelled over my gasps and 
laughing. It took me a minute or so to calm down and get my breath back. 
The girls were giggling almost as much as I'd been laughing. My chest 
was still heaving as I got everything back under control. I closed my 
eyes to help calm myself, but the instant I closed them all those 
fingers were on me again. My eyes popped open immediately, before they 
could really start again. "I'm glad to see you're ticklish. It's a good 
tool for obedience training." I tried to stare at the ceiling, but I 
could still see them all surrounding me. There were six girls not 
including Jeannine. Most seemed around my age, probably just a bit 
older, seventeen maybe eighteen. All of them were striking, if not just 
strait out beautiful. "Let me introduce you to the girls." Jeannine 
moved behind me and stroked my hair. "You know Christie already. This is 
Ginger," Pointing to a brunette who was caressing my inner thigh and 
knee. "Marie," She motioned to a pretty Spanish looking girl. "Rosalie," 
Motioning to a nice looking girl with reddish blond hair and freckles. 
"Sasha," A beautiful young black girl with caramel colored skin. "And 
Jerry." A striking young woman with pitch black hair and very pale 
complexion. "These are a few of our long term students, which we're 
hoping you'll be soon." She said stroking my hair. "We're just going to 
show you how pleasurable living here can be. That is, before we give you 
your punishment for the day and put you to bed." Leaning down she kissed 
me on the forehead. "But that's still hours away." Hours?! I couldn't 
believe she said hours. I was going to be tied down and pleasured for 
hours? Their's no way I could last that long. Doing it myself only took 
ten to fifteen minutes at most. I'm sure I blushed at the thought. "I 
think we'll let Christie start."

"Thank you, Miss Jeannine." Christie smiled. "Hello Brian. I'm 
going to start you off with a nice massage." Reaching over to a small 
bureau she picked up a bottle of sesame oil. Pouring a little into her 
hands she started rubbing it into my chest. At first, it felt really 
cold, making me shiver a little when she touched me with it. But it 
didn't take long for her hands to warm it up. They were slick and silky, 
and quickly started moving out from my chest to my arms and legs. I 
couldn't help but relax a little as she worked at me. Kneading the oil 
into my tense muscles. That is until she started working up my inner 
thighs to my groin. That tensed me up real quick. There were seven women 
in the room with me, so there was no way I was going cum in front of 
them. But, I was sure they were as determined to make me cum, as I was 
not to. Surprisingly, even after the tickling and with all those eyes on 
me, I was still hard, and hard as a rock at that.

"Relax. Just enjoy the feel of it all." Jeannine whispered to me, 
as she massaged my temples. But I couldn't, especially after Christie 
took hold of my cock and started oiling it up. Gently, her fingers 
started twisting around the shaft. Using her thumb she started tickling 
the rim of my glans. I couldn't believe how close she had me with so 
little effort. Luckily, she moved down and started massaging my sack and 
balls. The sensation was not something I was use to. Not that it was 
bad. It was just something I'd never felt. I guess that those little 
guys don't really get allot of attention when I was masturbating.

"How does it feel?" Christie said smiling at me. I was sure she 
knew how it felt just by my reactions. Taking a firm hold of the base, 
she leaned down and let her tongue circle the head of my cock. It was 
such a turn on. Even as I fought against the embarrassment of it all, I 
know I would of shot my load if she hadn't of had such a firm grip on 
me. My body was so out of control, or I guess I should say so in their 
control. My body was a knot of emotions. My muscles clenched tight, 
almost as tight as the emotions I was trying to contain. In fact, I'm 
not even sure what I felt. Her hands moved away from my groin and 
started with the rest of my body again. She disappeared behind the far 
side of the desk. I could feel her hands flowing down my legs, her hands 
working the tight muscles of my calves. Her hands drifted away, and I 
could hear the splash of water from that side of the desk. A wash cloth 
soaked in cold water started washing my feet. I would have jumped right 
out of my skin if I could have. I definitely wasn't expecting that. 
Also, my feet were very ticklish. Using a soft towel she dried my feet. 
I could feel her hands on my feet again this time covered in oil. I 
tried to wiggle my feet away from her, as jolts of sensation flooded me. 
But, her hands were insistent and diligent as they worked at my feet. 
The feeling was so strong, I felt like someone was standing on my chest. 
I couldn't breath, all I could do was clench my teeth. Finally, her 
hands stopped. My chest was heaving as I tried to breath.

"Mmm, I love the way your body moves. It's so honest, even when 
your not." Jeannine said, blowing into my ear, sending a tingly feeling 
all the way down my spine. But, it didn't compare to the feeling at my 
feet. Christie casually started sucking on my toes. It was at that 
moment I realized I didn't know half of what my body could experience, 
or even the extent of my own emotions. I never knew how naive I was. I 
tried to relax before I exploded on the spot, one way or another.

Slowly Christine rose from the other side of the desk and came to 
my side. Smiling down at me, she pinched my nipples between her fingers. 
Not hard, but just enough that I could feel my blood pumping in them. I 
watched with rapt attention as she moved down to suck on one then the 
other. It was like a thousand tingling little fingers where prinking at 
them. My body was alive with sensations I never knew existed, and as her 
teeth started to pull at one I could feel my throbbing member pulse in 
time with my heartbeat. I wanted to sink into the table, and at the same 
time I wanted Christine to push me over that edge.

Taking my cock into her hand Christine looked a Jeannine who gave 
a little nod. "It's time Brian." I felt my heart stop with those words. 
There was more chance of me stopping a freight train with my bare hands 
than me stopping my impending explosion. With just a few careful stokes 
my body was tensing for release, and the harder I tried to stop it the 
closer to the edge I got. With a burst of light in my mind, my whole 
body was wracked with pleasure. Jet after jet, convulsion after 
convulsion, erupted through my body. Hot cum splashing across my 
stomach, chest, neck, and face. I couldn't stop it. I'd never cum so 
hard in my life.

"Well, well! Quite impressive." Jeanine said over the giggling 
girls, as sound was just again starting to reach me again. "I think you 
got more across my shirt then you have all over you." Jeannine laughed. 
"It looks like well have to give you a bath to get all this out." In a 
flash my mind realized what just happened, and I know that I must have 
turned ten shades of red. The embarrassment was almost overwhelming, 
though my body still tingled with pleasure. My lower lip wouldn't stop 
quivering as I tried to hold it all in. "Girls, why don't you wait 
outside for a moment then well continue where we left off."

Jeannine knelt beside my ear and whispered softly to me, "Don't 
worry so, Brian. Theirs nothing to be embarrassed about." Her voice was 
sweet and calming, that I could feel some of my tension flowing out with 
her words. "You're a beautiful young man and all the girls are just 
going to love you. Just try to think of this as home." Her voice helped 
me relax but her words did little for my piece of mind.

Jeannine got up and walked over to a large chest set against the 
far wall. All hardwood and lacquered in a dark rose. Inside hid a trove 
a costumes and clothes. I could only guess that she liked to play dress 
up like younger girls did. Stripping out of her blouse, I could see that 
she didn't have a bra on underneath though I couldn't really see 
anything but her back as she pulled on a new one.

"Just so you'll know, I'm not sure if anyone told you, but you're 
only to cum on command. I'll have to give you a few more demerits for 
that." Jeannine flashed me a smile as she turned back to me. "I know it 
may seem a little harsh but we feel that the best way to learn the rules 
is to break a few and get a taste of our punishment. Then you're sure to 
learn all the rules as fast as you can to make sure that you don't break 
anymore." Reaching into her desk she pulled out a blindfold. "But, I 
think that it's time to get you cleaned up. You look a real mess."

She walked to the door and let the young ladies back in. Jeannine 
started tying the blindfold on as the others released me. My muscles 
felt a little taut from being stretched out, but I wasn't too much the 
worse for wear. As someone carefully helped me to my feet another set of 
hands pulled my wrists behind me and locked them together again. A 
length of chain rubbed across my foot as I heard the clink of metal 
clasp on metal clasp. With a little shifting I could feel a foot length 
of chain connecting my ankles together.

On each side someone took my elbows and lead me from the room. A 
unknown woman's voice spoke into my darkness as I stepped into the hall, 
"New student?" I can only guess that someone nodded because I didn't 
hear anyone respond. The tiled floor was cold, but I tried not to think 
about it as I waddled down the hall to who knows where in my birthday 
suit. All I could hope was that the halls were still deserted and that 
no one but my captors could see me.

It was the wash of warm wet air that brought me back to the 
present. I'm not sure how many halls we turned down, or doors we passed 
through while I was trying to ignore everything around me. The sound of 
splashing water and laughing voices both male and female made me halt on 
the spot. "Don't worry it's just the pool. We're not staying here we're 
just passing through to the showers. Unless you want to stay, that is." 
Christine said to my left. With a short nod I started walking again, 
hoping that with all the other activity in the pool no one would notice 
us.

"So should we use the girls' or the boys' showers?" Jeannine asked 
my entourage.

"Oh, definitely the girls!" Sash said with a giggle in her voice. 
"We wouldn't want to disturb the poor other boys would we?"

"I guess you're right. To the girls locker room." Jeannine 
announced. It was on unsteady feet that I walked through the threshold. 
I'm not sure if it was my imagination or not, but I could hear hundreds 
of girls haunting my footsteps as we walked to the showers. Not a single 
running shower greeted us as we came in, just the vacant drip of 
previous visitors. At least in this my luck was running a little better. 
Leading me to the center of the room my wrists were released and 
connected to something overhead holding me just a little short of having 
to stretch. That is until the released my ankles and pulled them apart 
so they could latch them to something on the floor. Standing on the 
balls of my feet I felt pulled and had to strain to keep my weight off 
of my wrists. "Open your mouth Brian." As I did so Jeannine pushed some 
kind of ball into my mouth and fastened a strap behind my head, gagging 
me. "Oh no! It sounds like the pool's letting out. We're going to get 
soaked of me stay in here. We'll just have to finish this later." Brian 
could feel Jeannine's hands on his sides as she pulled in close to him. 
"We'll be back for you soon. Have fun." With a little laugh they were 
gone. I didn't even have time to protest as they left me there. I was 
just too shocked.

It didn't take long for me to hear all the activity in the locker 
room, and the rush to the showers. I wanted to die on the spot. 
Straining to hear past my arms, I heard the first gasp and the titters 
of conversation start to flow around me. The spray of hot water and the 
sounds of washing abound. There was no way for me to fathom the number 
of girls that came in and out, but all it took was one touch to cause a 
rush of hands upon me. It was scary and erotic at the same time. I 
couldn't see the faces or what they were doing. I just had to guess with 
my body. But, it didn't matter because I couldn't stop a single touch; 
totally helpless. And it wasn't just hands after awhile it was soap, and 
breasts, and fingers, and thighs. I was trapped in a blind erotic hell 
of sensations. Whoever these girls were they felt free with every part 
of me: Hands scrubbed at my pulsing erection, juggling and fondling my 
balls, and fingers strayed into parts of me where my own fingers have 
never gone.

But it wasn't all just stray hands. I felt loufah pads, and back 
scrubbers, and scented shampoos and soaps attack every part of me. In 
fact, I don't think I could claim to have ever been cleaner in my whole 
life. Another totally new experience thrust upon me, and by the time the 
showers were deserted I'd been totally washed from head to toe at least 
fifteen times. Quickly cooling water ran down my sides, back, and legs. 
I could feel every drip, and my cool sticky wet hair matted to my face 
and neck. The air too was quickly cooling as the vents pulled the steam 
from the room.

"Ah, I see that we can forgo the bath." Jeannine said as her heals 
clicked heavily in the deserted showers approaching me. Her musical 
voice tinkled in my ears, but her humor was lost on me. I was mad, but 
mostly at myself. While I was being drown in sensation, I'd completely 
forgotten to be embarrassed, now it was ten times worse. "Aw, now don't 
be mad." Jeannine said as she let her soft hands rest on my hips, my 
hard-on just touching her blouse. I must have tried to say something 
angry thought the gag because I don't know how else she could of told I 
was angry. Other hands were releasing my ankles. I thought about kicking 
out striking back in some way, but I couldn't. That would have made me 
worse then them, striking out in anger. But I had to think of some way 
to show them I wasn't just their toy - I was a man.

When my arms were finally released I slumped against Jeannine and 
someone else I couldn't see. My muscles were worn out, and if they 
weren't there to hold me up I would have fallen strait on my face. I'm 
not sure why I was so worn out but they seemed to expect it. With a 
little help I was led to a bench so I could sit. Slowly, the manacles, 
gag, and blindfold were removed, though I was told to keep my eyes 
closed. Again I could feel lots of hands all over me, through the 
towels, dry me off. It was kind of erotic; If I let my imagination go I 
could almost imagine being rich and pampered, but reality was harshly 
reinforced as a new blindfold, gag, and manacles were locked on.

With little pomp I was once again lead through the pool (much 
quieter this time), and out into the hall. Needless to say I was a 
little apprehensive to find out what new adventure I was now heading 
towards. It turned out to be a short walk, so I knew that their was no 
way we were back in Jeannine's office. Also, the room had a closed in 
tight feel to it, and for some reason even though I was blindfolded I 
felt claustrophobic in there. Again the hands came for me. Tight little 
pinches latched on to each of my nipples making me want to squeak in 
pain. The bad part is they didn't go away, and when I moved from side to 
side I could hear little bells chime. Other hands were doing something 
to my groin. My balls were held tight in the bottom of my sac by 
something. And quickly with a bit of help I had a raging erection though 
it felt odd and detached, more so then normal it felt like it's own 
entity. That's when I realized that something was wrapped around the 
base of my cock keeping it hard. Then another quick bit of pain as 
another bell was attached to the lose skin on the underside of my penis, 
that jingled with every move.

I'm not sure how I really looked but in my mind I looked 
ridiculous. All of a sudden I was pulled into motion again. It was a 
quick step into another room but it felt open and a feeling of 
anticipation hung in the air. If I hadn't been pulled along by the sharp 
tugging pain in my nipples I would have stopped on the spot, as it was I 
stumbled and almost fell on my face. Luckily, I still had my entourage 
with me. Catching my shoulders they helped me stay erect. It was another 
quick walk to wherever they were taking me. Because the next thing I 
knew was someone directing me up a few wooden steps and onto a platform. 
This in itself had my heart racing. I felt a pair of soft hands grip my 
hips and turn me and a warm body press into my back. "I'm right here 
with you." Jeannine said in a soothing voice.

"Welcome students to The Wellington Academy." A voice that sounded 
suspiciously like Dr. Sanderson's boomed from all sides. Suddenly a 
picture of hundreds of students in bleaches all staring at him flashed 
through my mind. My knees started to crumple but Jeannine tightened her 
grip on me keeping from collapsing right there. "As you all know the 
start of a new term is about to begin, so we're here to say hello to 
some new faces and goodbye to those soon leaving our esteemed Academy. 
Also, as most of you know the last of our male students will be leaving 
us this term." The round of 'Awws' was nearly deafening. "Luckily for 
us, among our new entrants a male student has been accepted for this 
term." The female cheers were again deafening, and if Jeannine hadn't 
been holding so tight I might have tried to escape blind and bound as I 
was. "Let me now introduce the twenty-one new students that will become 
part of our family." I didn't hear a single name that she said, as each 
one was meet with a round of applause, because I was trying to make 
myself smaller and smaller in Jeannine's grip. Not that it seemed to 
work.

"And last but not least, Brian Moore." That was the last straw. I 
could feel hundreds maybe thousands of eyes roaming all over me. That's 
when the white dots flooded in. With one last embarrassing hurrah 
everything went black.

(C)2003 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
Naive

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