 Welcome to the Institute

Melissa Ethridge, mother of two beautiful daughters, sat reading the 
mail. An envelope came up with an expensively-engraved return address: 
the Institute for Advanced Femininity Training. Another piece of junk 
mail, she thought, even as she opened it and began to read the brief 
contents.

There was something about the letter--the design, or the logo, or
the subtle pattern of the stationery, which captured her attention.
She stared at it, eyes unfocused, in a trance-like state for almost
an hour before she shook her head, refocused her eyes, and began to read.

Under the letter head, it read:

"Dear Mrs. Ethridge

Please read this entire letter and do not stop for any reason until
you reach the end. You may wish to read it several times and share it
with your family. It is important that they all see it.

"Your daughters have been referred to us by a friend. They are reputed 
to be real beauties, and at ages seven and eight are at the perfect age 
for Advanced Femininity Training. Ordinarily this training is offered 
only to the wealthy; however your daughters have been found to qualify 
for a scholarship.

"Their first session is scheduled for Tuesday, May 9, at 9:00 A.M. 
Please be prompt.

"Thank you."

The letter was signed by John Masters, whose title was HeadMaster.

She relaxed and sighed. Of course. She'd been neglecting her daughters' 
training, and here was the perfect opportunity. She showed the letter to her 
husband, who--after reading the letter as carefully as she had--agreed wholeheartedly.

They showed the letter to the girls, who couldn't wait to take the training.
Afterward, they speculated on what it would be like. They were sure it
would be nice. Melissa caught them modeling their undies together in
front of a mirror and somehow it just seemed right. Not quite right,
but a step in the right direction. Something was missing. She was
sure the training they would receive would correct whatever it was.
Once she caught them taking turns sucking a cucumber and kissing.
She thought it was cute.

On the appointed day, she brought Kelly and Becky to the Institute 
address on the letter. They had no idea where they were going--or why.
At exactly 9 A.M. They crossed the threshold of the Institute office. 
A receptionist--a girl of 15--greeted them. It did not strike them as
strange that she was wearing nothing but panties and panty-hose. She
was covered in some slimy substance--even in her hair and on her face.
It plastered the sexy lingerie she wore. Melissa's nose twitched.
The smell of drying semen filled her nostrils. Smiling, the girl said,
"You must be the Ethridges. I'm Cindy. I'm a CuddleBunny, as you can see.
This is the Master's semen," she said, wiping some from her cheek and 
sucking it from the finger she'd used to scoop it up. "Yes, it's all His.
His capacity for orgasm is hundreds of times that of a normal man. And even now you
want it but you have to wait. He uses his office Bunnies when things
get a little slow. I serve the Master. Please go right in," indicating a door.
Melissa noticed that Cindy was trembling very slightly in spite of her
composed demeanor.

Inside the door sat a naked man at a large desk. Kelly and Becky rushed 
to kiss His erect penis, then stood passively before him. The cock was
enormous, impossibly large for a human being. Confusedly, Melissa thought
it should have been on a horse, not a man. Shs shook her head. She wanted
to kneel in reverence before it. It seemed to radiate some power:
a deep sexual field. She could feel it where she stood across the room. Her
girls were not immune.

"They can't help kissing My cock," He told their mother. "You want to too but you're
too old."

"Skirts up, girls," He said, and they both raised their skirts to reveal their 
panties. They stood like statues, awaiting their next command. 

To Mrs. Ethridge, He said, "they will do nicely, I think. Please have a 
seat." she sat down, her eyes fixed on His.

"No human can resist me," He told her unnecessarily. "I train young
girls--ages five through 15--to be totally Feminine. That means completely
obedient and submissive, more subservient than any normal human could be.
They will also learn sexual techniques at a very advanced level, and their
progress will be indicated by the number of hearts they wear on their
necklaces.

"One of your friends told me about your daughters. You'll continue 
to bring them here each Tuesday at 9:00 A.M. The sessions are
generally an hour long; the number of sessions depends upon how
readily each subject responds to the training, but usually
takes a year to reach the desired level of Femininity.

"From now on, your daughters will wear only short skirts and dresses. 
You will purchase their underwear here--Cindy will show you where. They 
will need lots of undies, and you will make purchases each time you 
bring them here.

"Here are some of my business cards. If you know of any mothers with 
daughters as beautiful and young as yours, give them one of my cards. 
Also give a card to their teachers."

She took the cards gratefully, flattered that He would entrust her with 
this duty. She was already thinking of who should get the cards.

"Ordinarily, my sessions with trainees are private, but I always let 
their mommies see the first session. Come along."

The three followed him into a large room which contained a big bed. 
Circling the room were teenaged girls, all dressed in flimsy lingerie. 
Most of them had cameras or video cameras. "They are Graduates," He 
said, His hand waving to indicate the older girls. "They'll record the 
session for us, and make sure nothing is missed. Some of the others will give 
your girls hints and advice as they learn."

Kelly and Becky still stood like statues with their skirts raised. 
After all, they hadn't been told to lower them.

He hopped into the bed. "Take off your outer clothes."

They rushed to comply. A girl came to them holding two tiny nylon 
panties that shimmered and shined like liquid silver. "Put those on and 
then come here," He commanded.

They did, frantically pulling the new panties on and then rushing into 
the bed with him.

Melissa thought the new panties were lovely. They'd never wear ugly 
cotton panties again.

"How may we serve you, Master?" they asked in unison.  Melissa almost 
burst into tears in pride. Look how feminine the girls were already! So 
sweet and subservient. Why, they had almost no free will at all, and she 
regretted waiting so long to have their free will removed. Now they 
would learn the duty of all females, to serve their Master sweetly and 
lovingly, eagerly obeying His slightest command. She couldn't wait to 
tell others about this training, after giving them one of His lovely 
cards.

He eyed them carefully. "First, you get your anklets." A girl came to 
the bed with two gold anklets. Engraved on each were each girls' name, a serial 
number, and "Property of John Masters". He affixed each anklet to the two. 
"You'll never take them off, and you would rather die than have anyone remove 
them. Anyone who sees them will consider them quite normal."

"Yes, Master," they responded, again in unison.

"Next, a small tattoo." Another girl came up with an instrument. She 
lowered each girl's panties in the rear and applied the instrument. When it was 
removed, each girl's left buttock was tattooed with the same information. 
"Anyone who sees the tattoo will think it normal as well," He commented.

"All girls have the basics of Femininity," He idly commented to them, 
stroking their asses through the slick nylon panties. "here at the 
Institute we merely refine it and remove all traces of masculinity. This is 
quite easy, for as you see you are deeply enslaved already. Your lives are mine; 
your flesh will serve my flesh for the rest of your lives, and your minds and 
brains are already completely devoted to Me. Is that not true?"

"It is true, Master."

"You call Me Master because you are slaves, as all truly Feminine girls 
should be. Slaves obey. You obey. You will love every minute, every 
second, of your enslavement. All of this is quite obvious, but I enjoy 
telling new girls these facts."

"Yes, Master."

"Training is so much easier when total obedience and submission are
built in. Resistance is simply not in your universe any longer. You'll
make excellent subjects for Training.

"The first lesson is proper dress and comportment. You have already 
learned it. You will wear only approved undies, and near me you will 
wear only lingerie unless I tell you to remove them. Outside, only short sexy 
skirts and dresses. When you see me, if you are wearing a nightie or a slip, you 
will raise the hem to your navel and curtsey. If you are wearing panties and 
panty-hose you will fall to your knees. This also you already know."

"Yes, Master."

He motioned to Kelly. "I call my little ones CuddleBunnies. You and your sister 
are CuddleBunnies. Your mom is a Cuddlemommie. She loves what I am going to 
teach you and do to you, and so will you. The duties of CuddleBunnies are easy. 
They are proper dress, which you have already learned; obedience, touch, and 
proper movements. You will find that proper movements are easy. They are mostly 
repetitive, and you will build endurance in these movements with each session. 
You will also learn ballet--I find that it limbers up my CuddleBunnies and makes 
them more flexible and graceful."

He handed a card to Melissa. "this ballerina is my slave. She will teach your 
girls ballet. They will practice in lingerie, with a group of other 'Bunnies."

"Yes, Master."

"Come here, girls, and snuggle up to Me."

They scrambled to obey. They giggled and cooed over His Cock, exclaiming in soft 
wonder: "Oooh, it's soft and hard at the same time," said Kelly. "Yeah, and it 
kinda throbs. I love it!" exclaimed Becky.

"One of the nice things about the CuddleBunny setup (and I designed it 
myself) is that the girls never lose their innocence and wonder at 
seeing my cock. Each time is like the very first for them, no matter how skilled 
at technique and sexually precocious they become. No jaded 
CuddleBunnies, ever."

He turned to the girls.

"Every part of your bodies is to be available to Me. All the things you 
have been taught about 'bad touching' and 'telling if someone touches 
you there' don't apply to your Master. This is simple truth. Anytime I 
touch you, anywhere, you will have an orgasm. You don't know what an 
orgasm is, but it feels very, very good. In fact, you are both going to 
have the first orgasm of your lives NOW."

The little CuddleBunnies shouted with joy and slumped weakly as the 
massive orgasm wracked their little bodies.  Melissa had one too, just 
seeing her girls filled with such pleasure.

"When you come in contact with my flesh or any of my body's fluids you 
will orgasm. You will love the taste of anything that comes from my 
body--especially my semen, which you will taste in due course. Every
cell in your body now has recptors for my fluids, and a single molecule
will activate deep submission."

"Yes Master."

He cradled their little asses through the sheer nylon of their panties. 
With a word, He brought one of the "Graduates" scampering to him. She 
was about 13, with nubbin breasts and red hair. She wore only a 
baby-doll nightie. "Alex, show the girls how to suck cock." 

"Yes, Master." Eagerly she grasped the organ and opened her mouth wide. 
"You mustn't let your teeth touch it," she said to them. In an instant 
her face was buried in His pubic hair while her throat visibly bulged 
with the pressure of the organ. She pistoned up and down, cradling His 
balls gently as she exerted a powerful suction. Coming up for air, she 
said, "See? It's easy. We CuddleBunnies lose our gag reflex when we 
suck--you'll find it easy to cram His cock down your throats when you're a 
little bigger. Now it'll probably be hard but you have to try. Make your lips 
tight like rubber bands and run your tongue around it."

Soon Kelly was sucking. She could hardly wrap her mouth around it, but 
she sucked as hard as she could. There was a pop when she accidentally 
slid her lips off the tip of it.  While she sucked, Becky had been 
ordered to kiss His ear and lick inside it. Alex was still there, 
kissing His nipples and occasionally nipping at them gently with her 
teeth.

Soon, He came, and Kelly struggled to swallow the flood. She couldn't, 
although her little tummy bulged with fullness. The rest of it ran down 
her face, sprayed into her hair, soaked her little outfit and messed the bed. 
Becky and the other girls rushed forward to lap up the overflow, as did Melissa. 
"Delicious, isn't it?" He said to them. "It's addictive, and once you've had a 
taste of it you'll always crave more. Fortunately there is an ample supply."

He affixed golden necklaces to each of them. Each necklace had a golden 
heart on it. "You are one-heart Bunnies," He told them. "You have given 
grade three Pleasure working together but you will have to prove how 
much pleasure you can each give on your own."

He sent them home, still in their little stained outfits underneath 
their street clothes. Their Cuddlemommie had bought lots of pretty 
things for them to wear, and each had a large pile of His special cards 
to hand out.
========================================================================
Growth

From a simple office with attached bedroom, the Institute grew into a
major "school", rivaling the largest private institutions in the country.

Every piece of Institute literature, advertising, and "public service"
infomercials was imbued with the Master's enchantment. This spurred the
growth of the Institute manyfold.

It had dining rooms, "dorm" or harem rooms, an industrial-strength laundry, and 
all the other facilities needed by the large on-campus population of 
CuddleBunnies. Classrooms were of course included, sometimes with live 
instructors--usually CuddleBunnie Graduates, sometimes UnderMasters, or 
sometimes a darkened room in which deeply entranced girls listened to tapes or 
watched videos.

Numerous Cuddlemommies drove their darlings to "school" each day, 
lining up in their SUVs in the  long driveway to deliver their
Vickie's Secret girls in their pretty undies for another day of 
Femininity Training, and picking them up in the evening--sometimes
with stained undies--to do their homework with their Vickie's Secret dildoes.

Girls who'd received the Master's cum always held some in their mouths
and gave their mommies a big juicy kiss-- because they were addicted too.

Girls who'd been sprayed--covered--with cum had their mommies sucking
and licking their faces and undies to get a dose of jism. Those who'd
been Swimming similarly got sucked on by their CuddleMommies to
the extent that the line was slowed and the Master had to issue an
edict that they must wait until they got home to satisfy their craving.

========================================================================

Assistant (Under) Masters

Certain men, those with the same unique sexual preferences as the 
Master, or those close enough, had a strange experience upon seeing one 
of the Institute's media ads. His preferences would suddenly become 
identical to those of the Master, and he would call a number--plainly 
visible only to this subclass of all men--and ask to sign up as an 
"Assistant" Master or local submaster. These men, after meeting the 
Master, were authorized to set up local branches of the Institute and 
take a harem of up to 25 CuddleBunnies and up to 10 Exchange Students. 
Local branches were limited to cities of 50,000 or more; rural or 
suburban applicants were told the franchise was taken if the nearest 
large town was already hosting a branch. UnderMasters could rotate 
Graduates out just as did the Master, so long as the total did not 
exceed 25+10. Submaster's will was as absolute as the Master's and 
subsidiary only to his. New UnderMasters made a trip to the Institute
for a 6-week training course in mastery of their CuddleBunnies. The
Master also 'annointed' them, giving them many of the powers of the
Master Himself. They were also programmed to follow His rules and will,
and never to command a CuddleBunny in a way contrary to the Master's
desires.

A lively trade in Graduates occurred among local Institutes, 
much like baseball player trading, and occasionally a local 
Master would think so highly of a girl about to Graduate that he would 
commend her to the central Institute for her Graduation ceremony. Very 
rarely he would recommend an Undergraduate CuddleBunny for "advanced 
study" at the Institute. Parents of such a girl were extremely happy and proud. 
Eventually, overseas branches of the local Institutes were 
established. Exchange Students began to be handled through these local 
branches. 

Other men, upon failing to be named UnderMaster (e.g. the slot was 
taken, or their town too small), were allowed to open special schools. 
These schools were not allowed to claim Institute affiliation or 
"accreditation" but were able to give courses "Approved by The 
Institute". Girls in the second tier--the merely pretty, not the 
spectacular--were permitted to attend these schools. Their parents paid 
the same heavy fees as parents at the Institute and its branches, if 
they could. The girls obeyed just as helplessly as CuddleBunnies, and 
wore V.S. Select or Loliduds, but the Training was much the same. They 
were not called CuddleBunnies but some schools made up light-hearted 
names for their students, like LoveBunnies, or SnuggleBunnies, or 
something of that nature. The girls attending the "Approved" schools 
could be put into metahypnosis by the standard key phrases, just like 
CuddleBunnies. None of these schools had Swimming Pools. Once in a great while a 
SchoolMaster would write the local UnderMaster about one of his girls, 
commending her to the local branch in much the same way that UnderMasters 
sometimes sent girls upstairs to the main Institute for Advanced Study.  Thus 
the schools acted as farm teams for the local 
branches and the local branches acted as farm teams for the Institute.
========================================================================
Across the country, child talent agencies received a slick brochchure and video 
from The Institute. In short time, all of the agents who saw the material knew 
"exactly" the role for a potential CuddleBunnie who happened to come in.  She 
showed the Institute literature and video to the mommie and girl(s) and arranged 
for an interview with the local UnderMaster. They left as pleased as if they'd 
made it onto the currently-boffo talent show.

========================================================================
Educational Enrichment

Carla McPhee was Becky's teacher. She had received one of His cards from Melissa 
during a teacher-parent meeting and now she had a big stack of them. She had 
rushed to see the Master and worship His cock as all truly feminine women 
should. When she saw The Cock she almost fainted.

She had handed out about ten cards; she knew just the quality of girl 
who needed Advanced Femininity Training. They in turn showed the cards 
to their parents, who hastened to schedule them for appointments. She 
also handed out cards to the other teachers in the Teachers' Lounge; 
she got new supplies weekly by mail so that nobody ever ran out. She knew she
could never serve the Master directly but this was at least something she could 
do to help and prove her all-important obedience to The Cock.

========================================================================
Educational Enrichment II

"Attention pupils. This week we have a special lecture series by 
CuddleBunnie Graduate Mia Daumann in the Auditorium. All girls will want to 
attend. Please be prompt; lectures begin at 1:00 P.M. sharp. Bring your dildos."

Mia was a 14-year-old Graduate of the Institute and was lecturing today 
at Woodlawn Junior High in Philadelphia. She had walked into the 
principal's office that morning and showed him the Master's card; he 
called a faculty and staff "all hands" meeting so that Mia could show 
them the Institute infomercial and a short video on "What Educators 
Should Know About the Institute." They became totally cooperative from 
then on.  CuddleBunnie Graduates travelled all over the country, giving 
lectures like this one to young girls in elementary and junior-high 
schools. Mia's first talk was on oral technique. Tomorrow would be on 
manual technique, Wednesday on erotic dance, Thursday on cock worship 
and Friday on "How to Find a Master," for girls of less-than-Bunny 
quality. "How to Find a Master" was basically pretty simple: find a male  
and offer to obey him. Since by now most men and boys had seen the Institute's 
advertising, an offer of obedience would be met with ready 'attention'. But she 
covered other topics, such as how to introduce your new master to your family, 
etc. Her audience filed in, a tiny minority in genuine Vickie's Secret, many in 
V.S. Select, and some in fashion wanna-be Loliduds. All but the Vickie's Secret 
girls had knock-off dildos, with the Vickie's Secret girls clutching genuine 
Vickie's Secret dildos. Any girl could tell the difference with a glance.

Mia began each lecture with a 5-minute video of the Master's card and a 
short introduction to the Institute. She told them that giving pleasure
was their primary duty--pleasure to their master--which could be accomplished 
with "only simple motions--just simple motions--isn't that wonderful?"

Then the fun began, with a multi-media slide show on how to give head. 
"Please grasp your dildo like this," she showed them, wrapping her hand
gently but firmly around the shaft. 

"Good. Now remember, your teeth must not touch the dildo as 
you suck. Open your mouths and bend your head so that your mouth wraps 
around the tip. That's right. Now watch the videos on the screen and try to do 
as the CuddleBunnies are doing. They are giving their masters much pleasure, as 
you will be expected to do. Up. Down. Up. Down. Smoothly.  Occasionally take 
time to kiss it or let your tongue flutter over it like a butterfly's wings. And 
don't forget the balls! Try to take the shaft ever deeper down your throat; you 
can do this because you have no more gag reflex..."

After Mia's visit the school curriculum changed decidedly, with the 
teachers embellishing on the lessons she had taught.

========================================================================

Laura Younglove was a junior cheerleader. One day the cheerleading coach, Mrs. 
Young, told them they'd skip cheerleading practice to watch a video.  The girls 
sat in an unused classroom while Mrs. Young started 
the video. It was all about the Institute, and when it was over, they 
all wanted to be Vickie's Secret girls and CuddleBunnies.  She gave them cards 
to give to their parents and other students who met the 
Institute's standards.  Then she made a phone call.  "This is Mrs. Hillman 
calling.  I've just shown your video to my whole cheerleading squad.  Yes. 
Twenty girls, mostly of CuddleBunnie quality.  You should be hearing from them 
shortly, or their parents.  I need some more cards. Thank you."  She had already 
shown the video to the school staff and passed out cards to them.  Laura was 
transferred to the local branch of the Institute, under the tender care of 
UnderMaster Griffin. She studied hard, like all the CuddleBunnies there. Soon 
she had four hearts on her necklace. Cheerleader uniforms around the country
began to change to Vickie's Secret and nobody thought this was strange. If
a rural squad showed up in traditional garb, they were quickly 'educated'
and issued spares from the local group's collection.

========================================================================

The Master experimented with new methods of Training. Sometimes the new
Bunnie would have a swimming session in the Pool before she kissed His
Cock. Other times, He would run his hands over her flesh and let his
sweat do the conversion. He was intereste in whether or not the intensity
of the CuddleBunnie's obedience was any different than the standard 
method. Swimming in the Pool was definitely more intense than any of
the other methods, but kissing His Cock was an act of submission and
He continued to prefer it. Some of the girls who Swam had to be 
rescued by the lifeguards and remained in orgasm until they were
cleaned off. This left a powerful impression on their Cuddleminds.
One particular girl was left in an orgasmic coma for 24 hours; 
she was more obedient and subservient than any CuddleBunnie yet.

========================================================================

The Troop

The Institute had its own Girl Scout troop and Brownie troop. The merit 
badges were decidedly different from the norm, however, with all 
CuddleBunny skills represented, including Oral Technique, Manual 
Technique, Erotic Dance, Cooking, Cock Worship, Housework, etc.  The 
troop with its Cuddlemommie chaperones made field trips to Vickie's 
Secret stores, held sleepovers which were sometimes attended by the 
Master, and collected funds for the Institute. They wore modified 
versions of standard Girl Scout uniforms, except made from shiny nylon 
and semi-transparent fabric. They heard guest lectures (with slides and 
video) from Graduates. Most troops had an UnderMaster as well as a 
CuddleMommie, to help direct the girls.  Of course, Cock Worship 
required an UnderMaster to be present when classes in this subject were 
taught.

========================================================================
At the Park

A naked man,  Philip O'Hara, sat on a park bench watching the swan 
boars glide across the water. He was UnderMaster for Boston.  A girl
in Vickie's Select happened past with her mommie. She knelt and kissed 
his cock, as she was compelled to do. "How may I serve you, master?"

"You're almost beautiful enough to be a Vickie's Secret girl--
what's the problem?"

"Master, my legs are slightly too short. I've never been able
to find a Vickie's Secret store."

"Well I'm feeling generous today, and you will do fine. Why not
give me a nice blow job--but tell me your name first."

"I'm Jana Cervi and I'm eight. I love your cock, master."

"Of course you do. You can't help it. Now come over here and start sucking."

And right there on the Commons a little girl began to be Trained. 
Her mother beamed with pride that her daughter had been selected; all
the Institute commercials and evenings at the computer, sucking her
knock-off dildo, were now going to pay off. Jana, of course, was
having the same experience with her first cock as every girl,
struggling to cram it down her throat, generating enough suction, 
and sufficient saliva to lubricate things. That was all she was
'thinking' about anyway. Like all Vickie's Select girls, she 
owned a knock-off dildo, and watched the Institute videos every
night, assiduously following as the CuddleBunnies served their
Master. Sometimes the Institute ran a particularly good sequence
with an UnderMaster, too--so she recognized O'Hara's cock.

Eventualy there were eight girls waiting patiently--some with
parents--to serve his cock. None of them had seen him before.
Slowly the line inched forward; he had set his chm time to 10
minutes max. They all said the same thing: "I live your penis",
which was a programmed greeting for UnderMasters. "Then show
mw how much," was the standard reply, and the gir rapidly began
giving Pleasure.

Cops walked by, nodding in approval; it was perfectly normal 
for a fine spring day to see an UnderMaster getting serviced
by a small hord of little girls. He himself had applied for his
daughter to attend the institute or the Boston branch.

========================================================================
Carrie Stewart was only eight years old. Currently she was
sucking the Master's cock for the first time. Her girl scout
troop had gone to visit an IMAX theatre to see an educational film.
What they saw--three times--was the Institute video. The high-
resolution IMAX version was more persuasive than ever. They'd seen
it before, of course--several of the girls were Vickie's Secret 
girls and many more were wanna-bes. But somehow this was different.
It had a different spokesbunnie, and showed different but similar
scenes. It had a section on the local branches, too. They watched
with wide eyes as the programming flooded their minds. Several
were drooling and others in light trances by the time the video
was over.

The Master appeared after the film, and they were now hopelessly in love
with His cock. "Oooh," they all exclaimed. "Mommie, I want to kis it."
"Not yet honey; you have to wait your turn."

"I'm extra horny today, and you can thank Mrs. Jensen
for the chance to see My video. She and her daughter were caught
by it, and they suggested showing you the new IMAX version." He told
them not to rush to kiss His Cock; they'd get their chance later.
Now, one by one,they were auditioning to be Cuddlebunnies as 
the mesmerised Scout Leaders watched. Carrie was doing her
best but the Cock only went part way down her throat. This
was the first real Cock she'd ever seen, aside from the Institute
website and videos, but the Master's real Cock seemed to
glow with some sort of sexual radiation which
made her knees weak (and those of all the other girls also). 
Now only the Institute programming was there to guide her.
She really (of course) wanted to Please her Master but 
wasn't sure she was doing it right. She'd watched closely
and listened to the CuddleBunnie's advice for the girls
who'd preceded her to try to learn as much as she could.

A real Cuddlebunnie helped her and gave some helpful
suggestions. Sometimes she just said, "Faster, little
girl," and sometimes she actually put her hand on Carrie's
head and pushed gently. Carrie had no gag reflex--she'd 
lost it when her lips touched the Cock--but it was still
a bit hard to go as deep as the Bunnie wanted her to.

Carrie's blonde tresses moved in time with the bobbing of
her neck. Her suck session was only 15 minutes long at this point
and she had achieved level 2 pleasure. Up and down, in and out--
that was all that mattered as she serviced her Master. A slight 
ooze of pre-cum appeared; it tasted delicious. Little did she 
know. When He finally came, His sperm would be a thousand
times more tasty and she'd be hooked for life.

Other girls waited their turn in line for the chance to obey
as a CuddleBunnie. Still ohers sat in Vickie's Secret lingerie,
which clung to their flesh, in continual orgasm--they'd gone
before Carrie and now could not stop cumming because they were
coated with the Master's cum. Every moment of orgasm drove them
deeper into submissive slavery. Those who did not make Cuddlebunny
with the Master would be referred to the local UnderMaster or one
of the independent schools. All would be trained.

After the alotted 5 minutes, He came, and her little belly was filled with
His cum. She looked like some sort of sculpture made of cum. Orgasming
continuous, she could not see or talk and had to be assisted from the
stage. Back in her seat beside her proud mother (who'd also tasted
the juice covering her daughter," all she could do was try to 
recite the Catechism, with little success since her pronunciation
was impaired; "I um uh liddlegrl, booorn too plese..." Her mother
watched and listened with close attention and pride and tried to
help her with the short recitation.

Carrie would make CuddleBunnie, and the cum-stained 
Vickie's Secret outfit she was wearing would be worn home, where
her proud parents would be delighted that she was a CuddleBunnie.
Her mother hugged her and immediately came; they kissed on the lips
and mommie got another dose of Master jism and came again.

They carefully peeled the soiled lingerie from her shuddering
body to keep as a souvenier.

After a period of pre-study with the local UnderMaster, she'd be
transferred to the Institute for her real studies. The Master liked
transferrees to be 'tenderized' by a few weeks of Training by an
UnderMaster unless the girl was admitted directly to the Institute.
I this case, the local area was Dallas, and the UnderMaster was
Dan Grey. Carrie would be Grey's slave until he judged her ripe
for Institute training; a period that lasted 2-6 weeks.  By that
time she'd probably have more than 2 hearts on her necklace. Tomorrow
she would go to the local branch rather than to school; this would be
her routine until transferred to the main Institute.

========================================================================
Surprise!

Julia Kim was a lovely asian nine-year old. One day the doorbell rang
and her mother answered. There stood a CuddleBunnie dressed only in
a baby-doll nightie. She showed mommie the Master's card, and mommie
called Julia to see it.

They agreed to set up a big slumber party for next Friday night with
all of Julia's lovliest girlfriends.

On the night of the party, the CuddleBunnie, whose name was Tabitha
Frost, arrived early with a huge load of Vickie's Secret lingerie and
a DVD of the Institute video. Julia had invited nine beautiful little
girls to the party. They put the video on and watched it, and each
girl arriving watched it, each with her mother. When alll the girls were
there, the Master arrived, with His massive member erect from the
attention of three CuddleBunnies in His limo. The girls all curtseyed
and ran to kiss His Cock. They'd been watching the video, over and
over again--nobody saying anything--until He arrived. Then the slumber
party changed--nobody got much sleep, for one thing, as the girls 
all accepted the Cock and as much Femininity Training as they could
absorb in a weekend. The Master had a limitless supply of sperm, and
they all got all they could handle and more. Julia's mommie took 
pictures and videos and watched contentedly as the girls were
trained. The scene resembled a sexual tornado, each girl receiving
equal attention and multiple loads of jism. This was certainly not
your ordinary sleep-over. Some girls were in trance, others lounged
in their sodden lingerie, orgasming as they watched others give
Pleasure. Non-stop, for the whole weekend. They were Trained in
manual technique, sucking, and erotic dance. They all were fondled
through their skimpy slick lingerie. They loved every minute of it.

There were several CuddleBunnies in attendance, whom the Master had
brought with him. They helped take photos and videos and suggested
outfit changes to the girls.  Occasionally they would join the
helpless sleep-over girls in Pleasuring the Master.

The little girls were delighted with their new toy, just as all
CuddleBunnies are. Never a dull moment during a full weekend of
Training and Pleasure. Julia was one of the Master's favorites, as
was Lisa Green, a lovely blonde who'd began the weekend with
a manual training session. Of course, during the weekend, all of
them got to practice most of the basic CuddleBunnie skills and 
were continuously in orgasm, since they were covered in multiple
layers of cum.

At the end of the weekend the mommies proudly picked up their
sperm-coated daughters. Some of the girls were almost unrecognizable
because their features were coated with multiple layers of sticky
fluid. There were the customary kisses, in which the mommies
suddenly got a mouthful of cum their daughters had been told to
save for them. Some of the women fell to their knees, so strong
was the reaction.

The Master--and the UnderMasters--liked slumber parties. On one
occasion a girl's mother called the Institute and informed the
Graduate who took the call that her beautiful daughter was 
planning a big weekend sleep-over with many CuddleBunnie-quality
girls.

When the doorbell rang, all but one of the girls had arrived.
The girl who'd arranged the party, Tiffany Wilson, answered
the door. There stood the Master, naked and erect as usual.
Her eyes grew big, focused on The Cock. She curtseyed and 
kissed it. She was allowed to proudly lead Him into the
living room, her little hand wrapped around his Cock.
Her guests were as surprised as she had been when she ushered
Him into the living room, which was now filled with His slaves--
in the blink of an eye. "How may we serve You, Master? They
all asked in unison. He proceeded to show them precisely how.

When Tiffany was called upon to give Oral Pleasure she literally
fell onto His cock, like an inverse sword swallower--with no
preparation. Tiffany had been a spoiled rich girl, but her
superior attitude was now gone--she was just another CuddleBunnie.
The other girls watched in awe as she was trained--
a word here, a short example from one of the ever-present 
CuddleBunnies there. Her sucking went from novice to two
hearts in 45 minutes. Of course, having no gag reflex was a
big help.
========================================================================

A Day at the Mall

There was a new kiosk in the local mall. A large banner which read 
"Institute for Advanced Femininity Training" was prominent above it. A 
short line of girls and parents stood in front of it; it seemed that 
only certain people could notice the banner or kiosk. Cindy, wearing a 
short minidress for the occasion, sat making appointments. Only girls 
from seven to twelve stood in line, or parents of girls that age. Of 
course they had to meet certain standards of appearance as well. They 
self-selected. Girls who were too old or young simply ignored the kiosk; 
likewise their parents.

In the back of the kiosk, Mr. Masters entertained exceptional 
applicants. Their cries of joy went unheard by the masses passing by. 
Just now, He was "interviewing" two twins, Bonnie and Connie Tsunishi, 
Americanized japaneese girls of ten. He had brought along some pretty 
undies, and Bonnie was modeling them while Connie did her best to suck 
His dick. Every so often, they would change positions. Their proud 
parents watched, beaming with pride.

They'd been at it for about half an hour, and both had Received their 
reward in the form of copious amounts of cum. He pulled His cock out of 
Connie's mouth with an audible pop and said, "all right, run along for 
now, girls, and be sure to be prompt for your appointment."

"Yes, Master," they said in unison.  Their parents of course had a 
quantity of His cards for the most beautiful of their friends.

"Next," He called to Cindy. She sent the next girl back, a lovely 
brunette of ten, with her mommie and daddie. Like the others, she rushed to kiss 
His cock and then obeyed her first command, which in this case was "Pants down."

Her name was Katie Snow, and soon she was an enslaved and devoted 
CuddleBunny like the rest. Her appointment was for Wednesday at 2:00 
P.M. Mommie would make sure she was there promptly.

The three left gratefully, each with a nice pack of His cards. The 
parents were as proud as if she'd been accepted at Harvard; they 
couldn't wait for her to begin her Advanced Femininity Training.

Two fifteen-year-old beauties found themselves patiently waiting in 
line. When brought into His presence, He told them, "You are both too 
old to be eligible for normal cuddleBunny training. But you are 
exceptionally beautiful, and I have decided to make an exception in your case. I 
know you are virgins, since you would not have waited in line if you were not. 
You are mine now, and will be trained in normal 
cuddleBunny fashion. Now remove your outer clothes."

The redhead, Stephane Carlson, was wearing white nylon panties. her pert breasts 
jutted forth and bounced very slightly with her excited 
breathing. her friend, Clara Nelson, was wearing powder-blue nylon 
panties and a half-slip of white nylon. She lifted the skirtlet to show 
off the panties. That was the beginning of their training--they saw and 
learned things they'd only talked about and laughed about. Now there was
no laughter as Stephane gave head or clara pumped the slick Cock with her little
hands. No laughter, only exclamations of "Master", or "Mftf" in the case of
Stephane whose mouth was full. As CuddleBunnies, they'd never dream of
sec with the local hunk again; they'd be too busy providing it to their
new Master.

========================================================================

Recital Period

Every six months, there was a 'recital' at the Institute. Parents would 
bring their girls in to demonstrate the skills they'd learned in the 
last half-year. The recital was like a gigantic slumber party; it lasted an 
entire weekend, and up to 50 girls would attend. After six months of weekly 
training, all were well on the way to complete Femininity, and a good time was 
held by all--especially the Master, who mightily enjoyed putting His proteges 
through their paces with their families looking on. 
 

He always greeted them with a brief little speech: "Welcome 
CuddleBunnies and your families. None of you can help yourselves; you 
are utterly in My thrall. Your flesh will serve Mine this weekend, with 
all looking on. You're proud of your bodies and the pleasure they can 
bring Me, and I know you will each do your best to serve Me."

Often there would be three girls serving His cock, one girl on each 
nipple, one for each ear, and four girls working on His fingers and 
toes.  All, of course, in total orgasm but trained to give maximum 
pleasure even while shuddering with incredible pleasure themselves. 
Several girls continuously modeled lingerie, dancing languidly before 
him. Graduates took photos and videos to preserve the event.  The Master was in 
continuous orgasm; His mighty cock oozing steadily. The girls lapped it up as 
fast as it welled forth.

He complimented them on their obedience, submission and progress since 
the last recital. "Linda, your tongue work has really improved. Helen, 
very nice dancing. Melanie, a bit faster and tighter, if you please."  
the parents applauded as each girl brought forth a new spurt of cum. 
Some families were really vocal, as in a high-school performance: "You 
rock, Tabitha!" or "Strut your stuff, Missy!" or "You go girl!" (Shouted to a 
newly minted Graduate (see below) as she underwent her Graduation ceremony.) 
Some of them whistled and hollered in red-blooded American response to the 
various performances given by their favorites. A regular cheering society.

Girls attending the recital for the first time would curtsey to the 
audience and say, "I am a new CuddleBunny. Please forgive my 
awkwardness--I am trying my best to give pleasure. I do exactly as the 
Master commands, for I am a helpless slave. I cannot help myself--every 
cell in my body is programmed for sexual slavery. I hope you all enjoy 
my first performance."

========================================================================

Educational Reform

He strolled into Holly Hill Elementary, naked as usual, accompanied by 
three Graduates in lingerie. They visited the principal and all the 
guidance counselors, leaving big stacks of cards and letters with each. 
Then the principal called a meeting of all the teachers and they were 
given cards and letters also. An assembly was called. On the screen was 
a large projection of His card.

Over the P.A. system, He announced that teachers would be selecting 
girls for interviews with Him and that the best looking girls would be 
selected for free scholarships to the Institute. The audience applauded 
with joy and anticipation.  He selected two girls for Femininity 
Training, and they eagerly accepted His letter to show to their parents.

The curriculum changed--and the girls' traditional schoolwork suffered--
but that was the old order. Now they were taught by CuddleBunnies and
wore Vickie's Secret to school.

========================================================================

The Graduates

One year passed quickly. Kelly and Becky had had 52 sessions and were 
now ready to 'Graduate'. Each now wore nine hearts on her necklace. To 
their beaming mother, the Master explained: "The one thing I have not 
done to your daughters was to take their virginity. Now they will lose 
it, becoming my wives as well as my property and my slaves. No other 
man's penis will ever penetrate them. Only I will know their flesh. They 
are now totally feminine and fit to be my wives, which is what they were born 
for and have been trained to be. They are now perfect sex toys and their bodies 
have been honed to give me maximum pleasure."

Kelly had been sucking him erect. She had long ago lost her gag reflex, 
and her throat bulged with each stroke. She would keep doing it until 
she passed out, or was told to stop, or He came. This time, she was told to 
stop. Becky, on command, removed her nightie and mounted him, and was soon 
flouncing wildly on His shaft. In continuous orgasm, her cries of joy echoed 
through the room. He turned her over and entered her from the rear. Mom led her 
sister and put her hand on His ass. "Feel the power of His thrusts into your 
sister," she said. "Soon you will receive the same power."

Riding the helpless girl like a little pony, His strokes increased in 
depth and frequency. She was cumming, cumming, her eyes rolled up into 
her head and her voice only soft grunts and exclamations of joy. Being 
ridden--taken--as she was always meant to be used was Heavenly delight. 
She couldn't catch her breath. Suddenly He pinched her 
nipples--hard--and she came even harder than she had believed possible. 
The pleasure! the sheer pleasure of service and obedience consumed her. 
Soon He would cum, and she would be His wife. her narrow hips bucked 
against the force of His thrusts. She didn't understand how she could 
take His gigantic organ, or the pleasure coursing through every cell of 
her body. She only knew she was meant for this--to be ridden and 
used--and was overcome with love and lust for her Master.

========================================================================

The Rotation

Becky and Kelly joined the Graduates--His wives--and began a year of 
service and more training. Residents at the Institute were all 
Graduates, or Exchange Students (see below) or a rare under-Graduate 
Bunnie who had been transferred in for "advanced study". There was room 
for about 250 girls in residence, with classroom space for many more. 
Undergraduate CuddleBunnies attended day classes or sessions with the 
Master, but resided mostly at home. Training in Femininity never 
stopped, even for Graduates. Their mother came by occasionally to check 
up on them. On one particular night, He was surrounded by several girls, 
including Becky and Kelly. Becky was sucking His cock and Kelly was licking, 
kissing, and thrusting her tongue into His ears. Other girls kissed and nipped 
at His nipples and four girls sucked His fingers and toes.

Eventually all Graduates rotated out to make room for new girls. Becky 
and Kelly left after their year and returned home. Occasionally they 
would get a phone call and find themselves on their knees before the 
Master, for a 'refresher' session.  They never knew when a call would 
come, but they always helplessly complied. Mommie kept buying sweet 
undies for them, as they could never return to cotton panties again.

========================================================================

Metahypnosis

Sandy Cohen and Priscilla Freeny sat enthralled. Sandy, blonde and 
beautiful, with china-blue eyes and flawless features, had been a junior 
cheerleader.  Long legged as a young colt and just beginning to develop nubbin 
breasts, she was wearing pink panties with dark pink teddy bears printed on it; 
Priscilla wore a pair of snow-white panties and a baby-doll nightie. The ten-
year-olds were getting a "polishing" under deep hypnosis. Sandy wore four 
hearts, Priscilla three. CuddleBunnies were particularly susceptible to 
hypnotism; a simple phrase, "trance state, please, girls," was enough to send 
them into a trance deeper than any normal human could experience. Another 
phrase, "Deep Obedience" basically hyped up their already amazing 
submissiveness. He loved to watch their eyes roll up into their heads, ther lids 
flutter closed, and their heads slump as if infinitely tired. The "polishing" 
was meant to remove any traces of masculinity and free will; their minds were 
even more plastic and easy to mold than in the normal CuddleBunny state. Right 
now, He was teaching them the Catechism; a chant that they would repeat 
endlessly, even in their sleep, with each repetition engraving ever more deeply 
into their helpless minds.  "We are little girls, born to serve. We obey eagerly 
and without question. Our minds and flesh belong to our Master, who is our 
daddy, owner, and god. We exist only to serve the Master, live only to obey and 
satisfy his every desire..."

It went on that way, over and over, and they tiredly recited it in 
perfect unison. He had put them on autopilot, letting them sink ever 
deeper while reciting, and was simultaneously getting a blowjob from 
little Julie Smyth, a pretty little brunette, aged twelve. Julie wore 
nothing but a pair of yellow shiny panties and a pair of socks. Her 
necklace had two hearts.

He glanced at His watch. Give them another half hour of droning; He'd 
cum then into Julie's throat and dismiss them after rousing them from 
the trance. He had another girl to polish before his first afternoon 
appointment.

========================================================================
Accidental master

Jack Daen was working during the summer as a pool cleaning "technician". One of 
his clients was thelocal branch of the Institute in Kansas City, Kansas. He 
really enjoyed his days there; lots of eye candy and occasionally you'd see 
something incredible. But today he heard something incredible.

One of the UnderMasters who was visiting was placing an eight-year-old into 
trance. "Trance State, please, Joanie," he said to her--with the usual results. 
Jack, across the hedge, both heard and saw what transpired.

He couldn't wait to get home and try it on his younger sister. She was a V.S. 
Select girl, always a wanna-be Cuddlebunny. Jack had lusted after her since he 
knew the difference between boys and
girls.

She came skipping in from school in her short plaid uniform skirt, which flipped 
prettily to reveal the V.S. Select panties beneath. She was ten, and might have 
been a Cuddlebunnie except for a port wine stain on her left thigh. No such 
imperfections were permitted in CuddleBunnies. "Hey, Nicolle! C'mere a minute,"
 he called to her from his room.

"What do YOU want?" she asked impatiently. She wanted to get on the phone with 
Sarah Yung and talk about ways of getting her stain removed. She'd heard there 
were some new techniques--which her parents could not afford--but she was always 
looking.

When she got close to his bedroom door he said, "Trance State, please, Nicolle," 
and sure enough it worked. Her eyes rolled up into her head, lids fluttered 
shut, and down she went into a little hypnotized lump of obedience. Evidently 
the key phrases were programmed into every girl who saw an Institute video and 
Nicolle watched almost nothing else. Soon he had her up, eyes open, sucking his 
dick with enthusiasm--and calling him "master". When he came he thought
he'd blow the top of her head off. Afterward, he kept her in trance and made her 
recite the other key phrases--so he learned them all. She was going to be a very 
nice toy; not to mention her little friends. She had sleepovers frequently and 
the girls liked to tease and flirt with him in their V.S. Select nighties. The 
next sleepover would come as quite a surprise for them, as he planned to master 
them all.

Three weeks later and he was the master of seven girls including his sister. He 
just waited until they were all in the den, giggling and posing in their V.S. 
Select undies and wondering what life would be like as a CuddleBunnie. (Real 
CuddleBunnies, of course, would never hang out with the 'V.S. Select' crowd, 
whom they treated with disdain.) Then he walked in and in a voice cracking with 
nervousness, said, "Girls, give me Deep Obedience, please." Every one went into
the deepest possible trance, some in the middle of a word, others toppling over 
as he caught them in the middle of a step. He'd have to watch that; couldn't 
have his bunnies getting hurt. He was already thinking of them as 'his' 
'bunnies', and he and his cock proceeded to show them--to the best of his 
imagination--what it was really like to be a cuddlebunnie and completely in 
thrall to a horny male member.  None of them remembered what had happened that 
weekend, but he had installed his own keywords and phrases deeply into their 
minds and begun a weak form of Femininity Training on all of them. He knew that 
masters never took their Bunnies until Graduation, and this caused him some 
frustration--he couldn't see why, and his cock agreed--but he followed the 
'rule' and used them only orally and manually. He had lots of fun with them; 
heck, just petting them in their sweet little undies was enough to make him hard 
again.
They went home thanking Nicolle for the best slumber party yet and sighing that 
her brother was SO handsome and a perfect gentleman, too.

Of course, unlike a real master he had to keep them hypnotized all the time when 
he used them, but that didn't bother him. Being in complete control of a 
hypnotized girl was just fine with him.

It was fun, sometimes, too, to make them do things unconsciously via hypnotic 
suggestion--things like sneezing whenever a certain person's name was mentioned, 
or being unable to wear jeans any longer, stuff like that.

It was that fooling around that got him caught. Somebody noticed. "This is Ms. 
Gina Murray, of Nobel Elementary in Kansas City, Kansas. I think someone has 
taken unauthorized control of several of my students," she told the Graduate at 
the 1-800 number.  She was an agent of the Master--as nearly everyone was now in 
one way or another. In Ms. Murray's case, she was an adult schoolteacher who'd 
merely seen an Institute infomercial and some Vickie's Secret ads.

That was enough for her to notice that a couple of "V.S. Select" girls had 
started wearing only miniskirts every day to school. CuddleBunnies in Vickie's 
Secret undies in school were a common every day sight--but "Select" girls who 
suddenly developed an allergy to jeans most certainly were NOT and a big buzzer 
went off in her head.

Life was going well when there was a knock on the door one day. Jack saw the 
local UnderMaster with dismay. Somehow they'd figured out what he was doing and 
now his fun was over. Morosely, he opened the door.

"Dipping into the honeypot, eh, lad?" began the UnderMaster.

"I---I'm sorry--I just couldn't help myself, and...and..."

"No need to apologize. There's plenty to go around and as it happens we have a 
vacancy over the border in Missouri. The UnderMaster there is moving to Hong 
Kong to take over due to the H.K.'s UnderMaster 'retiring'. Every once in a 
while we find a natural-born master who figures out enough of the elementary 
stuff to control a few girls.We had a fellow in Nashville about your age who'd 
built himself a harem of 50 girls.

"Our policy is to try to find an UnderMastership for guys like you, and like I 
said, right across the river is open territory. Would you like to try for it?"
========================================================================

Exchange Students

The Master went on a tour of Asia. In each country He visited--China, 
Japan, Singapore--he left servants who would use the nation's goverment 
and U.S. embassy to send "exchange students" to the Institute. Only 25 
per year per country--after all there was a limit even to His 
capacity--would be sent, after intense competition and weeding out of 
all but the lovliest young girls. He had agents in the U.S. embassy, 
orphanages, and adoption agencies all across the length and breadth of 
each country. After a year of "study" at the Institute, they'd be 
returned to their native countries, to make room for the next batch of 
incoming students.

He then visited England, Russia, Scandinavia, Scotland and Ireland, 
setting up similar arrangements. He liked the Brits and the Irish, 
especially the long-legged colleens from the Emerald Isle. In each 
country, He picked up the first batch of "exchange students" and 
arranged for them to fly to Los Angeles to attend the Institute.

Back at home, His cards began spreading across the nation, accompanied 
by "public service" ad spots on TV stations and cable networks across 
the country. The Institute for Advanced Femininity ad always struck the 
public-affairs managers of these media as particularly airworthy, and 
anyone who viewed it became a hawk-eyed agent of His; parents considered their 
daughters for entry and wondered if they could afford it; teachers and 
principals began sizing up their classes for candidates for commendation to the 
wonderful program of the Institute. Little girls seeing it made sure their 
parents saw it or one of His newspaper ads. He was very selective; He had a bank 
of Graduates filtering the applications and phone calls and passing on only the 
choicest of girls for His consideration. "No, Mrs. Zimmerman. We do not accept 
telephone applications. We require photographs. I take it your daughter is a 
Vickie's Secret (see below) girl? Good. She masturbates constantly when she 
thinks of the Master? That is quite normal in a young girl. Yes, Ma'am, I serve 
Him myself; He took me three days ago, in fact. Yes, what you have heard about 
the Swimming Pool is true. Get a pencil. Send your application, along with a 
letter by your local underMaster (see below) regarding her qualifications and 
the following photos of your daughter: (1) Full frontal in bikini panties; (2) 
Rear view in bikini panties; (3) Full frontal in baby-doll nightie; (4) 
reclining in panties; (5) reclining in nightie, legs spread; (6) On knees in any 
lingerie of your choice; (7) On knees from rear in any lingerie of your choice; 
(8) Sucking her Vickie's Secret dildo, closeup head shot. We accept hard copy or 
any digital media. Videos are always welcome. Some parents become very creative; 
I remember one video which followed a Vickie's Secret girl through her day, 
showing her dressing, going to school, sucking while watching Institute videos 
on the internet, and so on. It was very moving. As I recall her older brother 
had mastered her before she encountered the UnderMaster; he was very inventive 
in his control of her. She was quite helpless while in his company; somehow he 
had learned the key phrases and used them--and they worked.  We speculated that 
he was a 'natural born master.'

"The UnderMaster may wish to test your daughter as to suitability or on rare 
occasions rule on appearance alone. You may wish to consult the local Institute 
on appropriate changes of attire. Only silky or nylon undies are acceptable. 
Remember to use the official Institute mailing label which is provided by the 
UnderMaster. If your girl is not recommended for the main Institute, the local 
UnderMaster may wish to take her under his wing. Be sure to ask. Yes, some of 
our finest Graduates were referred to the Institute after training by 
nderMasters. Your local UnderMaster rules the Miami Branch, at (305) BEMASTERED. 
Thank you. Goodbye."

Soon the media campaign and the ubiquitous cards had covered the world. 
Lovely little girls from Japan, China, Israel, and Europe begged for 
admission to the Institute; local branches were as common as Starbucks, 
or so it seemed. Most of the applicants stayed home, in service to an 
UnderMaster, but the occasional Exchange Student came to the main 
Institute to Study.  Gallons of semen were swallowed every day, by 
thousands of CuddleBunnies delighted at the chance.


========================================================================
This Just in II

"Dateline Omaha. Undermaster Philip Kern of the local branch of the Instiute was 
pronounced dead at the site of a terrible auto accident.  A new UnderMaster is 
being slelected for him, but it will take about six weeks to complete the 
UnderMaster's training. In the meantime, Senior Graduate Bunnie Heather Myers 
has been appointed to run the day-to-day operations of the branch. This is the 
first time in history that a Bunnie has ruled an Institute Branch. Of course she 
will follow Master's teachings and cannot do anything He would not approve of.  
Several UnderMasters are travelling to Omaha to be 'in residence' for the six-
week period--to make sure the Bunnies have male masters to serve and obey."
========================================================================

Jack Daen whistled as he read the mail. He'd been selected as a local 
UnderMaster--at 17 years old! The letter said he was the youngest ever selected 
for such an important post, and  a ticket for him to fly to meet the Master was 
enclosed. And all it had taken was a short application to the Institute and a 
letter from his patron UnderMaster. Now he understood that any male could master 
a female with the right phrases but only the Master could make a master--one who 
didn't need hypnosis as he had. 

"They'll run to kiss your dick, Jack," the UnderMaster had told him. "There's no 
better feeling. And they will LOVE serving you—and their parents will THANK you 
for the chance to have their daughters serve your cock. You can walk around 
naked if you want--masters have that right. And little girls will curtsey and 
make obesience to you--Vickie's Secret girls will run to kiss it. Walk into a 
school naked and watch what happens. The teachers will greet you as a visiting 
dignitary, and the girls--well, you know about that.

"Walk into a Vickie's Secret store anywhere; you'll be recognized as a master, 
and they'll put on a fashion show for you. They love showing off their bodies in 
silky lingerie. They'll slide their silky undies around  your dick--now -that- 
is an indescribable feeling. They're slaves, they love being your slave and they 
love to obey. Do you know why they run to kiss their master's cock? They are 
literally in love with it—as much as you are, if I can put it that way. You 
should try something one day. Find out the telephone number of a girl who's 
never met you but you'd like seeing her face on the end of your rod. Call her up 
and tell her that her master wants her NOW. She'll do anything--move heaven and 
earth--to get to  you as fast as she can. Jack, they recognize a master by his 
voice alone! Their brains aren't even human anymore, and every cell in their 
bodies has a receptor for your sperm!"

His interview with the Master went well and the tour of the Institute was 
AMAZING and he didn't mind telling the Master so. "I can't believe you can get 
away with all of this," he said, shaking his head.

"Oh, we'll get away with lots more, and I hope you will agree to do your
part in, uh, Huntsville, to help."

"You can count on me," he said respectfully. Huntsville wasn't the biggest burgh 
out there but it was growing well.

There followed a six-week course on mastery and the meaning of Total Femininity, 
and Jack was floored by the many other men--some almost as young as him--who 
felt as he did about such matters.  And now getting TRAINED to make girls 
Feminine-- "Cuddlebunnies"--was like some sort of dream.

After six months, the affiliate branch in Kansas was established with an 
initial investment of $500,000 with more if justified. There was always enough 
money for Institute  operations--financed by grateful parents and Vickie's 
Secret sales. He knew what to do to get it started, and was given all the media 
tools he would need to get the word out. As the plane lifted off from LAX, he 
sighed, the memories he'd acquired--and the powers--like some sort of dream in 
his life. But the 'Huntsville branch' was real enough as a legal entity, with 
some of the more powerful men in the area on its board--and a 17-year-old kid as 
UnderMaster! Of course, he'd better not screw up.  Local branches were not 
expected to turn a profit--exactly--but to send their share of local pulchitrude 
up the ladder and filter out the wanna-be's from the truly fine.

Jack thought he knew just what to look for after the training he'd received.

The IAFT local branch opened in a quiet residential neighborhood outside of 
Huntsville and Jack quietly began organizing the media campaigns, Vickie's 
secret stores, and so on which would be 
needed in the area.

Within days he had over a hundred applicants and phones ringing off the hook, so 
he had to take the pressure and add staff. Loyal, willing, and devoted staff who 
also knew what the Institute was looking for.

Fortunately he already had a half-dozen young ladies who, while not CuddleBunnie 
material would certainly do as deputy recruiters. They were the very first to 
call him 'master' and he would not mind hearing any of them call him that any 
time they wanted to.  Delegation of authority was the key, and delegation to 
loyal, submissive and subservient slaves who worked for nothing was a real 
bonus. Soon IAFT Kansas City had its own website, TV public-service ads, 
newspaper ads, etc. His business card, "Jack Daen, UnderMaster, Kansas Region" 
had a good sound to it (at least to his ears), and began to circulate around. He 
began, bankrolled by the Master, to re-create a version of the big Institute on 
a smaller scale.

He took a breather one day and visited little Jana Sutherland, who lived down 
the block from his house. He had dreamed of using her since she'd moved into the 
neighborhood, so it was natural to make her his first real Bunnie. She became 
his first "official" undergraduate Cuddlebunny--just as easily as the intro 
tapes demonstrated. 

He simply walked into her house--naked and erect--and she ran to kiss his dick. 
And her parents were just as proud--and willing to pay--for her training as he 
had been told they'd be. What a rush: parents paying him to train their 
daughters to obey and serve him as her master! Ahd his parents were so proud of 
him, having made good at such a young age--surrounded by worshipping girls. And 
he spoke to the Master nearly every single week! They moved into the grounds of 
the branch, and Jsck sent an occasional CuddleBunny to his Dad as a treat.

She called a few of her better-looking friends over for an overnight party on a 
weekend and now his stable of Bunnies-in-Training was six.

Before long it was 25 and the Institute flew in a few specialist Grads to teach 
the more technical or complicated skills necessary. A big mansion on the 
outskirts of Huntsville filled the space requirements and had the requsisite 
Pool.  Within six months, he recommended his first girl to the Master for 
Advanced Study and also took in his first 'international exchange' student. He 
was really getting the hang of this UnderMaster business, and it was the 
greatest. Parents were paying him--PAYING HIM--to train their little darlings 
sexually. He couldn't believe his luck. He woke every day with a smile on his 
face and worked hard to make the Huntsville branch a model of Institute 
efficiency. Vickie's Secret ads began running on TV and the stores gradually 
opened in the local malls.  WWW.IAFT.ORG/Huntsville became an optional website, 
which closely resembled the main Institute Website.  And then there were the 
Evaluations to perform, with excited girls and parents, not to mention the fun 
he had.

========================================================================
Postures of Obedience

Occasionally parents of new CuddleBunnies asked to tour the facility. They were 
always obliged; after all, they were paying handsomely, most of them, for the 
privilege of having their daughter(s) Trained. They were shown all aspects of 
the Training, visiting the Swimming Pool, kitchen, classrooms, harem rooms, and 
so forth. From one classroom came the clear voice of a young Graduate: "The 
thing is not just to BE obedient--you can't help THAT. But there are certain 
gestures and postures of obesience which must be learned and that is what this 
class is about. Casey, if you would assume submission position number 4 
please..." And little Casey, only six and clad in panties and transparent harem 
pants, knelt with her feet tucked under her and her head down, her hair 
cascading around her face, her arms outstretched before her on the floor.

========================================================================

Splish Splash

Kelly O'Connor and Aoi Matsuda were Exchange Students from opposite 
sides of the world: Dublin for Kelly and Kyoto for Aoi. They were 
respectively nine and eleven, and were best friends. Kelly's necklace 
had six hearts and Aoi's had seven. Today they were Bathroom Bunnies, 
assigned to bathroom duty. Ordinarily all tasks in the Institute were 
assigned to Bunnies in a round-robin random selection, to ensure that 
every girl was given equal attention, but today He had requested these 
two after learning of their friendship. They had lovingly groomed the 
Master, brushing His teeth, flossing for Him, shaving Him, standing 
attentively as He defecated, gently and thoroughly cleansing His anus 
when he was finished, drinking His urine (Aoi and Kelly got equal 
measures, cumming hard when the first splash hit the back of their 
mouths). He had not made any of his slaves eat his shit yet, but 
anything was possible someday. 

Most important of all, shower duty. Kelly was wearing blue and white
 panties and a transparent half-slip; Aoi had on a shimmery silver
chemise with matching silver pants. Shower duty was one of the 
most popular jobs a the Institute. The giggling CuddleBunnies joined the Master 
in the shower, slowly and carefully soaping Him down, playfully kissing his 
nipples and nipping at his ears, laughing with delight--and orgasm--as He groped 
them, and finally--after a good 20 minutes--addressing themselves to The Cock, 
rubbing its soapy length with their tiny fists and then rinsing it thoroughly 
and lovingly, slowly, sucking him off as the warm water cascaded down around 
them. Only when both had been filled and covered with cum, and the cum finally 
rinsed away by his probing hands, was the shower session over--and then they had 
the fun of drying Him off. A delicious time was had by all. Of course, this was 
true each and every morning.  

========================================================================

On Duty

There were bedroom girls, dedicated to the Master Bedroom, who took care of 
dressing the Master on those rare occasions he wanted to be clothed, made the 
Bed, and generally kept order. There were others who drew kitchen duty, older 
Bunnies who did the shopping, girls assigned to the kitchen, maintenance, and 
all the other duties that the large compound required. As noted above, a strict 
rotation was established for all jobs in the Institute. Some girls dusted, 
others vacuumed, still others did laundry (and it was a major undertaking, 
considering the volumes of lingerie in use). The Master enjoyed seeing His 
lingerie-clad servants doing lawn work, a sight that seemed unremarkable to 
those who travelled up the long driveway to the secluded site. What are slaves 
for if not to do the scut work?

========================================================================

Off Duty 

Off duty, girls hung out in various 'harem' rooms.  These held up to 30 
CuddleBunnies, lounging on big soft beanbags. Large-screen TV screens 
hung around the room, showing videos of CuddleBunnies giving service. 
Some girls watched the action lazily, others with rapt attention: 
"Homework" from the classes given during the day (see below). Some girls got so 
into it that they fell into trance while watching and the others had to awaken 
them at the end of the video. Others primped and preened, putting on very light 
lip gloss and other makeup (Graduates only), or combing each others' hair, 
bathing in scented baths, trying on new outfits and exclaiming over their 
relative merits: "Oh, Allison, please! You know the Master doesn't like that 
combination!", or "Kimmy, that looks just TOO sexy on you. The Master will be 
sure to choose you out of rotation if he sees you dressed in those!" And 
generally doing things like "Daddy's Little Princess" whose every feminine whim 
is satisfied. Others slept, silently reviewing lessons, the Catechism, or other 
lessons as they dreamt.

Girls wandered in and out all day.  Some were covered with sperm, and 
went to the showers. Others had completed their tasks, or come from a 
session with the Master. They looked happy and deeply fulfilled. 
Occasionally a Bunnie would come in in trance and needed to be awoken.  
They never remembered what happened during the trance or how they got 
into it.  Very rarely a girl would come in naked--a Graduate--indicating that 
she had been fucked. The girls all gathered around her and helped her dress in 
appropriate undies, all the time asking about how it felt. "I really can't 
describe it," said one girl. "It's wonderful, having Master inside me and 
feeling His cum spurt into my little pussy. It's better than sucking or 
Swimming," was how she put it.

This was all they did while not partaking of the Institute's other 
activities. Occasionally a PA system would call the name of a girl, or 
several, and they would drop whatever they were doing and rush to the 
MasterBedroom for service. Sometimes they ran in sopping wet from the 
bath, but they came, hastily dressed in a pretty outfit. He liked to 
mix and match Graduates, Exchange Students, advanced study girls, and 
UnderGraduates--subject to the computer rotation recommendations, 
usually but not always.

Sometimes the Master would spend the evening in a harem room, His
cock radiating like a beacon to all of the submissive little Cuddlebunnies
in the room. It was like a one-man orgy, in which every Bunny was eventually
soaked in sperm and helplessly orgasming. It was mostly the mass helplessness
and obedience He enjoyed, having had pleasure all day in various forms from
other Bunnies. It was fun to watch a wave of recognition spread outward,
followed by curtseys and kneeling with head and eyes lowered and the standard,
"How may I serve you, Master?" echoed dozens of times. He would choose a pillow
and pick out an initial group of girls.

The Master was strong, and he sometimes strolled around the grounds with a
CuddleBunnie upside down, holding her up while she sucked as he walked.
Sometimes he played with her through her undies while she sucked. Since
all CuddleBunnies thought of themselves as extensions of the Master's 
body, this was thought quite normal. The term was 'plugged in' when 
such action took place.

========================================================================

Educational Reform II

Lakeshore School for Girls was located in an out-of-the way part of New York 
State. Rich parents sent their girls there to make sure they studied and did not 
get involved with boys. There was no TV at all. One day, Patty Evans got a big 
box in the mail.  In it was one of Master's letters and a big flask of His 
semen. She read the letter and realized she had to taste the fluid in the flask. 
She sipped a little of it, knowing she had to keep most of it for other uses. 
She came at once, almost spilling the precious liquid.  The first use was on her 
room-mate, Jennifer Collins. Patty surprised her coming out of the shower and 
smeared a fingerful on her face. Jenny came, too--and then Patty showed her the 
letter. Now there were two converts.  Two became 4, 4 became eight, and the 
"infection" spread rapidly, and within a week the entire school belonged to the 
Master.  Mr. Brothers, the headmaster, called the Institute to report the 
success and apply as the local UnderMaster. Soon a Fed-Ex truck rolled up with 
enough Vickie's Secret for all the girls in the school.

Ruthie Fox attended Bethel Christian School. One day a teacher showed each class
one of the Institute videos; soon Ruthie found herself worshiping in a different 
way altogether.

========================================================================

Instructors

Some of the most skilled Graduates were selected as "Instructors". They 
taught dance, exercise, or cooking, or sexual technique, or "fashion" 
(meaning the Master's preference in lingerie), and other subjects of 
interest to the Master. Today, Matsumi Ohara was teaching Beginning Oral Sex. 
She was considered a true expert in the craft. She had been an Exchange Student 
from Japan; her large tits were unusual for a 16-year old Asian girl. Matsumi 
was modestly dressed in white panties and a half-slip. No CuddleBunny ever wore 
a bra, nor did she. She was showing a video of Sara Magee's Graduation session, 
a famous one among the Bunnies. Sara was expert in oral technique. The students 
all followed along in unison on plastic Vickie's Secret (tm) dildo models of the 
Master's penis, taken from a mold of His erect member. The Bunnies carried these 
around with them; they were the only real posession they had except for their 
undies. Any of them would have fought to the death to prevent its loss. As the 
girls all earnetly applied themselves to the task of emulating Sara, Matsumi 
walked to each workstation, advising and commenting: "A little faster, Jenny; 
try to get the rhythm--not too fast, not too slow--that's right. Much better!" 
"Tighter, Wendy, a bit tighter. Hold your lips like rubber bands around the 
shaft!" or "Deeper, Hannah! Deeper in your throat. Master didn't take away your 
gag reflex for nothing, you know!"

And as homework, some classes assigned a video channel to watch and 
emulate, as in the case of this class, in which Matsumi assigned the 
Sara Magee video as homework for further 'study'. Other girls studied 
Cock Worship, Erotic Dance, Fashion Modeling, and other skills necessary to 
CuddleBunnies. Swim classes were taught at the pool by veteran Bunnies, who 
taught the girls to swallow alternately while breathing as they swam the length 
of the Pool. Swim lessons were generally a half-hour long, because this was 
about all the Bunnies could endure, being in continuous orgasm as soon as they 
hit the fluid in the Pool.

In another classroom, Graduate Marcy Miller was teaching her girls "Introduction 
to Sex." In another school this might well have been a sterile sex-education 
class, with videos of sperm and ova and cautionary admonishments about 'safe 
sex'. Not in Marcy's class. Marcy was petite and beautiful, looking much younger 
than her 12 years in her shiny blue panties and matching quarter-slip. Outside 
in that outfit she would have stopped traffic. Here she was just a young 
CuddleBunnie Graduate, teaching a class.

"In other classes you may have learned that the purpose of sex is to make 
babies. That is a lie. In this class you will learn the truth. Because 
CuddleBunnies were put here to serve their Master and give Him Pleasure, the 
purpose of sex is to give maximum Pleasure. Sometimes a baby results, and she is 
always cherished and Trained in the skills of a CuddleBunny. But the reason--the 
purpose--that you exist and were born is to give Pleasure. Everything else is 
secondary. For example, it does not matter who is giving Pleasure to the Master-
-it might be you, or someone else, or a group of Bunnies--so long as He is 
receiving Pleasure. It is necessary that the Pleasure be as intense as you can 
make it, for as long as you can give it. It doesn't matter how you give 
Pleasure. It doesn't matter. If the Master gives a command, or you
perceive a need in His Penis--that command or need over-rides everything else as 
you obey and give Pleasure..."

Some of the girls had entered a light trance as Marcy spoke; her words were too 
close to the Catechism. She smiled. The ones who entranced themselves would make 
excellent sex toys.  She noticed several girls touching themselves, and some had 
small wet spots on thier panties. Good signs, she thought to herself.

"Your bodies--your flesh--exists to give sexual Pleasure to Master. That's what 
we CuddleBunnies are FOR. If you think back on all the lessons you've learned 
here, they all boil down to this. Remember the simple motions? So simple, aren't 
they? They are easy because we were meant to do them, over and over again, until 
the Master comes. Up and down. In and out. Back and forth. Sucking. Licking. 
Kissing. Dancing. Touching the Master and being touched by Him. Aren't these 
simple and easy? They're not rocket science, girls; just simple motions and 
behavior which we need to practice to get them just right. That's why you each 
have a Vickie's Secret dildo to suck on; there may not be an UnderMaster handy 
to practice on, and the Master is very busy.

"We Swim in the pool so that our bodies are constantly exposed to His sperm. You 
know what happens when a Bunnie doesn't get it. So the pool keeps us healthy--it 
has even more come than He does, and you can go for a Swim whenever you feel 
that hunger. Plus, total immersion in the Master's sperm is good for Bunnies. 
Your cells all have receptors for it and they send messages to the brain that 
keeps you obedient and submissive and devoted to Master and His cock.  Try not 
to Swim one day. Just one day, say, 'I will not swim today.'  I guarantee you'll 
be at the pool without even thinking of it. Try it. It is built into your 
CuddleBunnieness, and  your body and mind will conspire to get you there without 
your even thinking about it.

"In fact, one definition of a CuddleBunnie is simply a little girl whose body 
over-rules her mind whenever necessary to bring Pleasure. To demonstrate, we 
have a visitor, UnderMaster Friz Englehard from Portland."

A naked man, erect like the rest, walked in. "Thank you, master  Englehard. Who 
would like to suck his cock?"  Smiling, she slected a girl at random, Susie 
Fischer, an exchange student from Germany. Susie ran up, curtseyed, and kissed 
his cock, but she let that first kiss slowly morph into the first stroke of her 
sucking. Marcy watched the class watching Susie.

"You are all thinking how lucky Susie is, wishing you could be her; isn't that 
right? Of course it is; you wouldn't be CuddleBunnies if you thought different. 
You can't think or feel different; it's how you're made, what you're for. Quite 
a few of you are watching dreamily, fantasizing about being where Susie is, and 
doing what she's doing. Many of you are wet or masturbating. You can't help any 
of this--any more than you can decide to fly, or breathe poison gas. Susie's 
getting him close. Let's watch.

With a groan, Englehard unleashed a wave of sperm into Susie. The whole class 
sighed--and came.

"The sight and sound of a master cumming does that, no matter how many Bunnies 
are watching and what the circumstances are. You're all gonna need a change of 
undies after this class (especially Susie)."

========================================================================

Entrepreneurship 

The Master, early on in His career, had taken over a lingerie firm and 
operated it as a subsidiary of the Institute. It was financed by sales 
of lingerie and "voluntary" contributions by CuddleBunny parents. As the 
Institute's fame spread, he opened stores across the country. Only 
certain girls could find these stores and actually enter them, although 
they were heavily advertised as "Vickie's Secret" brand. (He'd taken 
care of any trademark objections from Victoria's Secret with a visit to 
their HQ. Some people supposed they were operated by the same company.) 
Other girls could see the ads, and ardently wish to become a "Vickie's 
Secret" girl, but somehow they could never get around to looking for a 
store, and when in a mall with an outlet, would somehow forget to shop 
there or not see the sign or something. Same with their parents. Parents 
would be known to nearly bankrupt themselves on Vickie's Secret for their 
little angel if their child was one of the lucky few 
who could find her way into the store. Inside, a riot of the 
Master's favorite style was on display, with attentive 
Graduates acting as salesclerks and store manager.

========================================================================

Three CuddleBunnies walked through the mall, dressed only in Vickie's 
Secret undies. Marsha Snell was ten; she wore two hearts on her 
necklace. Today she wore a shimmery nylon teddy.  Komiko Sjoji was an 
Exhange Student from Japan; she was a three-heart girl, and wore a 
half-slip with matching pink-print panties. Komiko was twelve. And 
Kristen Boyle was the oldest at twelve; she had four hearts and wore 
only a pair of lavender panties.  All the other girls looked with them 
with envy. They walked into Vickie's Secret, and were met by a 
SalesBunny.

"Oooh, girls, you look just stunning in those outfits!" she exclaimed. 
"How can I help you today?"

"We need some new things for our master," replied Komiko. "Something 
really sexy."

"We'll do our best to fix you up. We have an UnderMaster here to help 
you pick out the sexiest things," said the SalesBunnie. 

"Is it UnderMaster Wilson?" they asked? Wilson was thier own 
UnderMaster.

"No, UnderMaster Jensen, from Minneapolis," came the reply. "He's 
visiting here and we asked him to spend a day at the store. He's very 
powerful, and knows just what the Master likes."

"Goodie! Will we get to suck him?"

"He's been letting some of the customers suck after they pick out their 
undies. He says he can't help it, they look so sexy. Maybe you'll get to suck 
too."

With that, they doffed the outfits they had on and the SalesBunnie--Carolyn—
helped them try on many different outfits. They modeled them for the 
UnderMaster, who had another Bunnie sucking him the whole time.

"Very nice, Komiko," he commented. "It suits you well. I'd take it home 
with you."  No CuddleBunny ever paid for Vickie's Secret, only the 
CuddleMommies did before their little girls tried out for Bunnihood. 
"Oh, Marsha, I think that sliplet should be shorter. Try a different 
one."  And so on. The girls left the store laden with pretty new undies. The 
UnderMaster had approved them all, and was still receiving head from his Bunnie 
when they left. Kristen licked her lips and gave her dildo a slurp or two. "I 
wish I could be sucking him right now," she said wistfully. 

"Don't worry; after Master sees you in those things, you'll be sucking 
all night long!" laughed Komiko.  They left the shop in new outfits, 
with bags bulging with other pretty things. Marsha had cum all over her 
face and hair; the UnderMaster had used her after she tried on a new 
nightie. The other girls steadied her as she weaved her way to her 
CuddleMommie's car. They started cumming, too, from touching her
sperm-soaked body and undies.



========================================================================
In Residence

UnderMasters spent time at the main Institute, on sabattical. This kept 
them up on the most recent methods of control--and kept them in line, 
since they were also programmed while in residence.  During this 
time--usually a few weeks--they would sleep with a group of Bunnies in 
one of the harem rooms. "Bunking with the Bunnies," as they called it. 

They usually drifed into a harem room at random after being welcomed by 
the Master. This took the girls by surprise, and watching the girls 
spontaneously kneel or curtsey was very rewarding. Some girls even went 
into trance upon seeing a penis and many would rush to kiss it in 
imitation of their programmed behavior before the Master.

Today Leon Schneider, UnderMaster of Phoenix, was settling in after 
helping his girls choose their outfits for the day. They all wanted to 
be 'first' to get his attention. A tiring task but ultimately very 
rewarding. They appreciated the attention, and the masters all believed 
in one-on-one instruction when possible. And it made for a more refined 
product: an UnderMaster was the penultimate fashion consultant. "No, 
Dolly, not those panties with that slip. Try something with a print.  
Lisa, I think a baby-doll for you today. The white-and blue one.  
Theat's right...Franike, just panties, I think. The pink striped ones.  
Good girl."

He was just settling down, choosing a few girls for company on the big 
soft pillow he had selected, when a girl of twelve ran up and curtseyed 
deeply. "Master, I'm Cara Nelson. Do you remember me?" 

"Of course, Cara. You were my Bunnie in Phoenix last year. I sent you 
here for Advanced Study. I see you've added a few hearts to your 
necklace. I'm very proud of you"

"Thank you, master. I have wonderful news. Master says you may use me 
fully."

"Fully? Are you certain that's what He wants?"

"Yes master. You know CuddleBunnies cannot lie to masters. He said it 
was 'for old times' sake'."

"Well then. But then you will Graduate as my slave and not His."

"The Master said you should 'enjoy me to my fullest.'"

"Very well then, Cara. I'll need Deep Obedience now...oh, lookit da 
Bunnie go into trance for me. Lookit the lil Bunnie enter trance for her master. 
She's a goooood lil Bunnie..."
========================================================================
Graduation II

With so many CuddleBunnies being Trained in total femininity, a graduation was a 
common event.  The Master always Graduated His girls Himself, to show how 
seriously He took the event. On one occasion, a 12-year-old named Samantha 
Goodwin was to Graduate. He addressed their parents: "Samantha is now totally 
Feminine and ready to be one of My wives. She's been with us three years, and 
received extra attention because she was a Resistant. We like to call them 
'CuddleBunnies with little girls inside screaming to be let out.' Samantha isn't 
a little girl any more. She worships Me and My Cock just as ardently as
all of the other CuddleBunnies, and you can be proud of her progress. Samantha, 
come here and let's begin."

Samantha began with some Erotic Dance and a fashion show of the latest Vickie's 
Secret undies. The Master watched while twin 7-year-olds sucked him erect. Then 
she performed manual service, causing the 'firehose effect' that the Master was 
so famous for. He carefully covered her in an even layer of jism. Next came 
Sucking, and after she could swallow no more, she was coated once more, her face 
no longer visible beneath a layer of sticky fluid. Finally He commanded her to 
remove her pink panties and He mounted her from behind, taking her for a slow 
ride which lasted 45 minutes and built in intensity. "Oh...oh...oh! My Master! 
Ah...ah...ah...ah..." the CuddleBunny vocalized in time with His thrusts. 
Eventually she began reciting the Catechism in time with His strokes. Now He 
came, and she received her third filling--and covering in cum, trying to cram it 
down her throat without success because she was already full. Samantha had
Graduated, and her beaming parents applauded along with other onlookers. 
Samantha, soaked in semen, smiled and knelt in total submission to her Husband 
and Master. "You gave Me a good ride, Samantha," He told her. "I know I will 
have good service from you each time I use you."

"Yes, Master--I'll do my best."

"I know, honey. CuddleBunnies always do their best at Pleasure: it's in the 
programming. But I appreciate it anyway."
========================================================================
Anti-Resistants

Just as some few girls were (temoroarily) Resistant, others teetered on
tht brink of complete submission. One such was Amelia Morris, a CuddleBunny
candidate out of the local branch in Wheeling, WVa. They brought her  in 
comatose, having been evaluated by the local undermaster. He quickly knew
he was in under his head when she could not be awakened from trance state.

The Master looked down on the beauty and scooped some cum off one of
His Cuddlebunnies. He put the finger into her mouth and made sure the
cum wetted her toungue and cheeks. Her eyes popped open. "Master!" 
she exclaimed. "Yes, Amelia, I am your Master for now and for always.
Amazing you managed to get through nine years without being mastered
by some shcoolboy or horny man. Yet here you are, in the Institute
where you belong. You were a CuddleBunnie without knowing it,
and you wanted to serve every cock that came along."

"I was addicted to the Institute website, Master--I spent hours every
day watching it."

"I know, dear. Now you will live your dreams. Come with me and you'll
have your first Femininity Training session. Believe me, you will love it."

She seemed to come pre-trained, so intense was her response to the
Institute commercials and videos on-line. She had 5 hearts in less
than a month, and needed no polishing at all.

========================================================================

Getting the Message

Gwendolyn White was a cherubic blonde seven-year-old. One day she was 
watching TV and an Institute infomercial came on. She watched it raptly. 

It was ten minutes long, and repeated three times. It opened with a 
beautiful young CuddleBunnie, dressed only in a pair of pink panties, 
standing in front of a large copy of the Master's card. "My name's Janice Burk, 
and I'm a CuddleBunny," she said joyously. "We're better than girls 'cause we 
obey. We're totally feminine. Wouldn't you like to be totally feminine too?" 
Gwen knew this was what she was meant for. There followed entrancing scenes of 
CuddleBunnies doing chores, attending classes, giving sexual service, and trying 
on Vickie's Secret undies. Janice narrated. While the camera showed various 
scenes of Institute life, she commented. "All girls serve the Master's Cock. If 
you've never seen a cock before, that's it, right there--the thing that all the 
Cuddlebunnies are focused on. They are sucking and kissing it. Young 
CuddleBunnies learn Oral Technique, along with Manual Technique (cut to a Bunnie 
using her hands to give Pleasure), Erotic Dance (cut to a young girl dancing in 
lingerie), Swimming (scenes of girls using the Institute's special Swimming 
Pool), and other things to give Pleasure to their Master. "

Ny this time Gwennie had taken off her pants and was touching herself. She
couldn't help it.

"Pleasure is anything that makes Him feel good, and it feels really good
to give Pleasure as well..."  At the end of ten minutes, she said, 
"Girls, get your Vickie's Secret pants on and join us Cuddlebunnies!" 
and then, "Girls, go and get your parents so they can see this ad too!" 
Gwennie ran to get mommie, who was in the kitchen. Mommie reluctantly
stepped away from her cooking to watch. She, too was enthralled and 
watched the entire ad and its repetition. "Mommie, I want to be a CuddleBunny!" 
exclaimed Gwen. "Well I can certainly understand why. You need to be trained to 
obey and serve a Master. We'll contact the Institute right now," she said. But 
just then an ad for Vickie's Secret came on and they had to watch that, too. 

"Mommie, I want to be a Vickie's Secret girl," Gwennie said with a 
pretty pout. "Of course, honey. No girl can have too many pretty undies. 

We'll go to the store as soon as I make a call to '1-800-BEMASTERED'. 
She called the number and was referred to the local UnderMaster at the 
Denver branch of the Institute.  She called that number and told Gwen, 
"We have an appointment for May 5 at 9 A.M."

"But I want to be a CuddleBunny NOW!" she said.

"I know, honey, but we have to wait our turn. The UnderMaster is a very 
busy man. Think of alll the CuddleBunnies he has to take care of."

So they went to Vickie's Secret and were helped by a gorgous Graduate, 
who helped Gwen pick out all the loveliest things. Mommie ran up a big 
bill on her credit card, but it was for her daughter's benefit and so 
she did not care. The salesBunny, Karen, said, "We're having a special 
today. You get a free Vickie's Secret dildo with any order over $100. 
Here's yours."

"OOh. Thank you!" bubbled Gwennie.

"Go to IAFT.org on the internet and you'll find out how to use it," 
Karen said.

"OK!" they both exclaimed. 

Back home, they made sure Daddy saw an Institute ad in the paper and 
watched Nickelodeon until the Vickie's Secret ad came on again, and he 
watched it too. He agreed it was time for Gwen to be trained and 
Feminine, and helped her logon to the Institute website. There she found videos 
of CuddleBunnies giving oral service, and soon she was following along as best 
she could, her little lips straining to fit around the dildo, earnestly bobbing 
up and down in time with the girl on the video.

Soon she was sucking every day after school, dressed in her Vickie's 
Secret undies.

"I know it's hard, honey," said daddy, "But I know you'll get the hang 
of it. Just keep practising," he advised, like a parent whose child was 
struggling with flute lessons.

All the girls at school were jealous of Gwennie. Especially the other 
girls on her junior cheerleading squad. "You have an appointment at the 
local branch? That's just too wonderful!" exclaimed Bethany. (Her 
teammates agreed that her Vickie's Secret dildo was 'scrumptious' and 
'rad' and several wanted to kiss it or suck it but Gwen wouldn't let 
them. She kept it cluched closely beside her everywhere she went.) Even 
Mrs. Hodgkins, the cheerleading coach, was impressed. She let Gwennie 
practise cheerleading in her Vickie's Secret things, which seemed quite 
normal to her. She was proud of Gwendolyn, and hoped several more of her girls 
could get an appointment with the Denver UnderMaster.

Eventually May 5 arrived and her parents drove Gwen to the local branch. She was 
nervous, bouncing up and down in the seat of the SUV in her little camisole and 
panties. She carried an overnight bag with her prettiest Vickie's Secret undies, 
and clutched her Vickie's Secret dildo nervously. Finally they drove up the 
driveway, which curved around a large mansion with several outbuildings. A 
lovely Graduate stood there awaiting them. She introduced herself as Gennifer, 
and told them she was fifteen. Gwennie thought she was the most beautiful girl 
she ever seen. Gennifer wore her Vickie's Secret undies like a fashion model, 
and Gwen couldn't imagine herself having so much poise and self-confidence. 
Gennifer was wearing a transparent sliplet with shimmery pink panties beneath. 
"Come with me," she said, leading them into a photo studio. There, she expertly 
took Gwennie through the requisite poses, which she photographed with a digital 
camera. She handed a memory stick to Daddy. "These are for the Institute, to go 
along with Gwen's application," she said. Then she looked at Gwen, now clad in a 
snow-white baby-doll nightie. "Ready to meet the UnderMaster, Gwen?"

"Yes...I mean no...I mean..."

"Don't worry; he is very gentle. Just obey his commands and everything 
will be all right," she assured the girl.

"Did you bring cameras?" she asked Gwen's parents.

"Sure. I've got a camcorder and mother has a digital camera," said dad.

"Good. You will want full coverage of Gwen's evaluation session. They'll make 
valuable additional information for the Institute and in the event she isn't 
chosen, you can watch them again and again in the future to help you relive this 
wonderful day. Come with me."

She ushered the three into a large bedroom, where the UnderMaster sat 
toying with two Bunnies. He looked up. "Come here, Gwendolyn," he 
ordered, and she ran up to him and kissed his penis as she had seen 
CuddleBunnies doing in the advertisement and web site. Then she 
curtseyed and knelt, eyes and head lowered, murmuring "How may I serve 
you, master?"

He gave a few preliminary commands, sending the child into several 
poses. Dad and Mom took out their cameras and began filming and 
snapping.

Then everything grew hazy for Gwennie. She was in a bright fog of 
obedience, struggling and straining to please. It seemed to go on 
forever, yet was over in a flash. She was sucking, doing everything 
she'd learned from the Institute website. Giving manual service, her 
little fists pistoning up and down, again as shown on the website. 
Sucking again. Changing undies. Sucking. Licking. Kissing. Feeling 
herself being probed, everywhere. Then the UnderMaster touched her 
*there* and she came, for the first time in her young life. The cumming 
seemed to last forever, too. Then, suddenly it seemed, it was over and 
she sat covered in cum, shivering in orgasm, her neck muscles tired from the 
long suck sessions. The master asked her if she knew how to swim and she said, 
"yes, master." The master led her to the local branch Swimming Pool and told her 
to Swim from one end to another. She made it all the way across and emerged 
soaked from head-to-toe, being pulled out by the lifeguards at the far end of 
the Pool. She didn't swallow much since her entire alimentary canal was filled 
and saturated with jism already.

Daddy and Mom stopped their photography. "I got an hour and a half of 
video," exulted dad. "And I got almost 200 photos," exclaimed mom.

The UnderMaster looked at the tired child kneeling before him, and idly 
watched a rope of cum crawl through her long hair.

"Hmm. Yes. I think Gwennie will do nicely. Very nicely."

He turned to her parents.

"All girls -want- to obey their master; that's what the Institute ads 
do. They can't help it. Really can't help themselves," he mused, shaking his 
head in wonder. "But Gwennie is special. In a certain sense, she is not just 
obedient; she is obedience itself--personified. She is so eager to please. True 
submission--that's what we look for in a CuddleBunnie. Not just beautiful 
girlflesh--we have plenty of that. Gwendolyn is special. I think I can recommend 
her to the Institute."

"Oh! Thank you, sir," they all exclaimed.

"I'll have Gennifer make up a letter of commendation. If the main 
Institute doesn't take Gwen, there is always a place for her in my own 
humble stable of CuddleBunnies. So she'll be a CuddleBunnie no matter 
what. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful!" they said happily.

"Gennifer will also prepare a letter to her school principal explaining 
that she will be studying with us from now on. She'll need my guidance 
in case the Master accepts her, and it will be good Training in 
Femininity if she winds up with me."

"That's fine, sir," said dad.

They went home with the two letters, the memory stick, video, and the 
official institute mailer and application forms. Mommie read the letters aloud 
on the way home.

"Now comes Miss Gwendolyn White, a CuddleBunnie trainee of the Denver 
branch, petitioning for admission to the Institute. I, Jon Marzek, did 
fully evaluate and test her in the presence of her parents on this date: 05 May 
2020. The test was conducted per standard Institute rules and only orthodox 
methods were employed. You will find enclosed video and photographic records of 
Gwen's evaluation. I find her fully fit to be a CuddleBunnie, with special 
commendations for submissive obedience and oral technique. Miss White is a 
natural-born slave, and awaits only the firm hand of a Master to bring out the 
best in her. She has surprising stamina and is remarkably precocious.  During 
her testing, she gave Pleasure, grade 5, for one hour and twenty minutes, spent 
eleven minutes in deep trance, modeled 30 Vickie's Secret outfits, and swallowed 
approximately 1 liter of cum. She was able to Swim one length of an Institute-
standard Swimming Pool, remaining in orgasm until cleaned by my assistant. She 
is true CuddleBunnie material and I commend her to Your attention. As usual if 
You elect not to accept her, I will add her to my herd of Bunnies. Yours 
Faithfully, J. Marzek, UnderMaster for Denver and Surrounding Areas"

"Dear Mr. Pierce: I am pleased to notify you that Gwendolyn White, a 
student at your school, has been selected for Service at the local 
branch of the Institute. Her application to the main Institute is 
pending. Please release her to us per standard procedure; she will be 
receiving intensive training here from now on. As you know, a young 
girl's sexual training is paramount and far more important than the 
usual studies conducted at public schools. I trust that you will be as 
cooperative as you have been in the past. If you have any questions or 
concerns, please do not hesitate to call. (s) Your old friend, John 
Marzek, UnderMaster."

"Isn't that wonderful?" she asked with a big smile. He wrote a wonderful letter 
of recommendation for you, honey, and his note to Mr. Pierce will get you out of 
that boring old school! Imagine, grade 5 pleasure from our little Bunnie! I'd 
never have dreamt!"

Daddy said, "Yes, that's surprising. I understand most new Bunnies can 
give only grade 1 or 2. We're so proud of you, punkin'."

They filled the forms out, enclosed copies of the memory stick and other media, 
and mailed the application form with the $500 application fee the same day.

In the next several months, Gwen studied hard at the local branch. Like 
hundreds of other girls, she had mommie drop her off at 8:00 A.M. and 
pick her up at 5:00 P.M.--a long like of cars and mommie vans stretching down 
the long drive of the local branch. During the day, she went through the same 
training regimen as the CuddleBunnies at the main Institute--classes in erotic 
dance, oral technique, Swimming, fashion, and other needful skills. Sometimes 
she had sessions with the UnderMaster, alone or in small groups with other 
CuddleBunnies. 

Occasionally he hypnotised her, using the standard trigger phrases. She 
never remembered what happened when she was in the trance state--but 
that was normal. In the evenings, she had "academic enrichment": ballet 
with a Graduate ballerina on Monday, cooking on Tuesday, housekeeping on 
Wednesday, Swimming on Thursday, Girl Scouts (Institute-connected troop) on 
Friday. On Saturday she joined other CuddleBunnies in aerobic fitness class. 
Sunday she watched Institute videos and practised her sucking on the dildo.  
Every three months, her parents reviewed her report card, which stressed areas 
in which she could improve her obedience and subservience. Slowly her ability to 
give pleasure improved to grade six. And every six months there was a recital. 
Gwen got to attend only one recital, because after seven months, a letter 
arrived from the Institute. Nervously the family opened the letter. "Gwennie, 
they've accepted you! You're going to be an Institute trainee!"

Mr. Pierce read the letter with mixed pride and regret. Another little 
kitchet gone, oh well. He had his own stable of slightly less attractive girls, 
some of whom had willingly offered themselves to him, others who had succumbed 
to his will and the persuasion of his erect penis. He sighed. So near and yet so 
far. Yet the UnderMaster's implicit command was mandatory for any true educator 
who wanted the best for his charges. He called in his secretary to begin the 
paperwork for Gwen's transfer to the local branch.

At school, everyone was sad to see her go. They had an assembly, and the 
principal said how proud he was of Gwen. "I was about to call the local branch 
about Gwendolyn myself," he admitted.  "I've had my eye on her for some time, 
and I planned to be her master if the local UnderMaster didn't take her." He 
said he knew Gwen would give the Master much pleasure. Gwen stood on stage, 
radiant in her Vickie's Secret pantyhose and panties, and said a little good-bye 
speech, and thanked everyone, especially Mrs. Hodgkins, the junior cheerleading 
coach. All the other girls gathered round and exchanged hugs and kisses, many 
with a tinge of jealousy.

Soon the family was on an airliner bound for Los Angeles, home of the 
main Institute. The passengers applauded as Gwennie stepped aboard, and 
the stewardess announced that they had a five-heart CuddleBunnie on 
board. CuddleBunnies were by now world-famous and recognized and 
adulated everywhere they went. Gwennie was embarassed; she wasn't a real 
CuddleBunnie--an Institute girl--until her initiation. But she knew they meant 
well. She curtseyed in her pink baby-doll and said, "Thank you, everyone. I hope 
I can be a good Bunnie and give much pleasure. Excuse me but I must make this 
statement: 'Attention all who hear. I am a CuddleBunnie designate and off limits 
to males seeking slavegirls. Do not molest, persuade, or hypnotise me. I am 
bound over to the Institute and declared OFF LIMITS under the terms of the 
CuddleBunny Protection Act of 2017. Thank you.'"  This was a speech she was 
programmed to make whenever she was confined with a large group of males, since 
she now belonged only to the Master. The captain gave Gwen a tour of the cockpit 
and a little pat on her pert little bottom, and she giggled. All the flight 
attendants made a big fuss over her all the way to L.A., and several little 
girls flocked around her asking questions about how to be a CuddleBunnie, the 
application process, and what the evaluation was like.

A Graduate named Elisa met them in the airport and drove them to Holmby 
Hills, home of the Institute.  Gwen was super-nervous, more nervous than she had 
been in the drive to the local branch in Denver. This time she had two big 
suitcases full of all her Vickie's Secret things filling the trunk. She sat in 
her little nightie and worried. Finally she got so nervous that Daddy suggested 
she suck on the dildo a while to help calm herself down. This worked well on 
CuddleBunnies; in fact the masters used this effect frequently, referring to it 
as "gentling the herd". She sucked for a while and she did calm down. No 
CuddleBunnie could suck and worry about anything, since she could not think of 
anything but the task of sucking.  Elisa smiled to hear the sound of slurping 
and suction behind her as she drove. A good little CuddleBunnie, she thought.

At the Institute, Gwen met with a 'fashion consultant', a Graduate named Mindy, 
who went over her wardrobe and helped her pick the proper outfit for her first 
session with the Master. Finally they settled on lime-green panties with a 
translucent green half-slip. "You'll have to wait here," Mindy told her. "The 
Master is busy polishing some Bunnies but He should be done in fifteen minutes."

They waited, Gwen nervously sucking on and off. "You like to suck," 
remarked Mindy. "Maybe you'll major in Sucking."

"Yes," agreed Gwen. "What's your major?" 

"Erotic Dance, with a minor in Manual Technique," said Mindy. "I get to 
model all the latest Vickie's Secret fashions before the rest of the 
Bunnies see them on TV or in the stores."

"That must be nice. Do you suck Him?"

"Yes. We all do. I sucked last week, in fact. Maybe you can suck Him 
while I dance for Him."

"Do you think so?"

"Sure. He likes to match up CuddleBunnies, Graduates, Exchange Students, and 
Advanced Study girls...subject to the rotation, of course."

"I'm so nervous."

"Don't worry. Just Obey His Commands (as if you could do anything else) 
and it will be fine."

Gwen found she liked this (being told she was helpless) and that it made her 
feel calmer.

"Say that again."

Mindy knew exactly what she wanted. "You must serve His cock, and you 
could more easily breathe water than fail to serve."

"Oooh. That felt nice."

Mindy smiled. CuddleBunnies were all alike.

Finally Mindy led them into the Master Bedroom.

All of Gwen's nervousness vanished as she ran to kiss His cock. This 
time it wasn't from imitation but because she simply could not help 
herself: all CuddleBunnies kissed the Cock when they came into its 
presence. Curtseying deeply, eyes downcast, she asked how she could 
serve the Master.

"By becoming my little slave, Gwendolyn," he said. And with that began 
her first session. There was the anklet and tattoo, the short lecture on 
CuddleBunny nature, which she already knew from the UnderMaster's 
teachings. But this time the words seemed to burn themselves into her 
brain and she knew she could never, ever disobey them--that she was 
truly a CuddleBunny of the Institute.  She recited the Catechism for the Master: 
"I am a little girl, born to serve..."

The Master turned to her parents. "Gwen is about to receive her first 
true sexual Training, the first step toward complete Femininity. She is 
My helpless plaything. However I am a firm but fair Master; I will never abuse 
her even as I use her to her utmost limit. I treat all my 
CuddleBunnies with solemn respect, for that is what they deserve. They 
always do the best they can, and I correct their weaknesses and remove 
all masculine tendencies. They were born to serve Me and give Pleasure, 
and Gwen will give Pleasure as long as she lives. Soon she will be 
capable of Level 10 Pleasure--the greatest possible--and will know her 
true place and purpose in the world. You have given birth to a 
CuddleBunnie, who is now mine. I am her new Daddy, owner, Lord and 
Master. She would eagerly die for me, even now.  Know also that although I will 
use her thoroughly, I will never take her virginity until she is ready to 
Graduate, and that she will Graduate in due course with full ceremony. You will 
be given the right to be present at her Graduation. I cannot say how long it 
will take for her to Graduate. The shortest time spent as an undergraduate 
Bunnie was Tammy Burkett, who came to Me at age eight and was graduated in five 
and a half months. The longest time was Clarissa Collins, who spent nearly 6 
years as an undergraduate and Graduated at age thirteen."

And soon she was being Trained. It was like her first session with the 
UnderMaster but much, much more intense. The Master's cock was larger, 
and she had trouble getting her lips around it, but the Master was used 
to this.  He put her through all of her paces, exploring her mind and 
body, testing her Training and obedience. At last the Master began to 
ooze--she was amazed at how much better His cum tasted than her old 
master's--and then came in long, hot spurts that filled her belly. The 
session lasted for two hours and twenty minutes, and when Gwennie came 
up for air she was again covered in cum--the Master's cum!--and 
shuddering in continuous orgasm. The outfit she had on had changed 
dozens of times and she now wore only tiny buttercup-print panties. 
Daddy and mommie looked on proudly. Their little darling was a real 
CuddleBunny of the Institute--and she had served her Master and given 
Him pleasure! Life was wonderful. This was what Gwen was born for--why 
they'd had a little girl--and the feeling of satisfaction and pride made them 
want to burst. Their little girl was at last fully Feminine.

Her parents applauded.

"Now as to tuition," the Master said gravely. "How much can you afford?"

"We are not rich people, Sir," said Gwen's father. "But we figure that 
by scrimping and saving--selling our house, dipping into our retirement, and 
renting an apartment--we can afford $1,000 per month."

"Make that $1,200," said the Master, who always believed that parents 
who could pay should have to strech a little.

"Very well, Sir," agreed Daddy.

Gwen's parents were ushered out to return to Denver. They'd fly back for her 
recitals--and of course for her ultimate Graduation. Meanwhile Gwen was showered 
by Mindy and outfitted in new undies...and led into harem room #14, which would 
be her home base while at the Institute. All around her Bunnies were clapping, 
and the video of her first session was playing on all the screens.  She soon 
settled into the Institute routine, learning to Swim and taking the classes that 
were offered. In the first week, the Master held four one-on-one sessions with 
Gwen, some of them under deep hypnosis for "polishing"; others just straight 
lessons in sexual obedience and pleasure-giving. The other girls explained that 
all this attention was normal for a new girl but that she shouldn't expect it to 
continue; soon she would join the rotation and take her turn just like all the 
rest of the Bunnies in residence at the Institute. She was given a new, larger 
dildo to suck--and discovered that it contained a chamber which would keep the 
Master's semen fresh for days--and it squirted as her other dildo had not. She 
was delighted with this new toy and never let it out of reach.

========================================================================
Instructors II

UnderMasters, while in residence at the Institute, helped teach the 
classes the CuddleBunnies took.  Today James Chase was assisting in 
"Beginning Cock Worship" which was just fine with him. He looked out 
over the class of 25 lingerie-clad Bunnies, all holding their Vickie's 
Secret dildoes, and started to get hard already. They were aged nine 
through 11, and needless to say all were stunning beauties.  The 
instructress, a Graduate named Lena, was lecturing. She was wearing 
candy-striped panties and a short white slip. "You know how the Cock 
sort of throbs?  And how you can taste the pre-come when your Master is 
just about to come? Then you already know the beginnings of cock 
worship. The idea is to let the Cock talk to you; let your lips and 
tongue tell you what it wants.  All Bunnies are preprogrammed with this 
skill; we merely bring it out.  Master Chase, if you will permit me to 
demonstrate..." She knelt before him and began licking and kissing his 
cock. It rose to the occasion. "See how it throbs in time with my 
sucking," she said, taking a brief rest. "Now watch the blood vessels 
under its skin.  See how they pulse? That's the first clue. Let your 
rhythm follow the throbbing and pulsing. Don't think (as if you could 
think of anything else), just follow along. Gulp!" she finished as she 
took the rock-hard member down her throat. She gave head, slowly at 
first, then more rapidly, in time with the needs of the cock. 
UnderMaster Chase groaned once but did not speak because he had no need 
to.  Lena pointed this out to the girls. "He doesn't need to talk 
because I already know what he wants. The cock speaks to  me.  You'll 
get the hang of it with lots of practice. Oh, now it wants my lips 
tighter, so excuse me..."

Later, during the same class, Emily Regan and Holly Hopkins got to try 
out their cock-worshiping skills. Holly did exceptionally well, 
anticipating most of the cock's needs as she sucked. Emily needed more 
work, and Lena assigned her extra homework with her dildo to try to 
improve. "The dildo isn't the same as a real Cock, Lena told her. I'll 
arrange for an UnderMaster to spend an hour or so with you tomorrow for 
a tutoring session."



========================================================================

In Conference

The Institute held Conferences once a year. Many UnderMasters and school 
operators would fly in to attend. The Master always gave the keynote speech. 
There were lectures and papers given: "Some New Ideas on Perfect Control of Your 
Herd", "New Horizons in Obedience", "Novel uses for Metahypnosis," "How to Train 
the Resistant Bunnie, Part I". About one in 10,000 girls was a "Resistant 
Bunnie"; a girl who simply HAD to obey but did not like it. Masters prized these 
rare gems--especially when of CuddleBunnie quality--as diamonds in the rough. 
They were always exchanging ideas on how to "break" a resistant Bunnie. There 
were various fads and fashions among the masters on the best way to do this. One 
paper was "On Sudden Immersion in Cum: a New Technique for the Resistant 
Bunnie". Another was "Metahypnotic Approaches to Resistance". Yet another was 
"Continuous Orgasm Therapy and the Resistant Bunnie".  Occasionally a Graduate 
Bunnie would be invited to give a paper, which was a great honor for her. Few 
masters attended Bunnie lectures--but hordes of other Bunnies did attend them. A 
popular paper this year was "How My Will Was Broken: a Resistant Bunnie's Tale," 
by Stephanie Evans.

Outside the conference sessions, groups set up booths as in other 
conventions. Occasionallly the local branch would also be a school: a 
school where the headmaster or another male teacher had become the local 
UnderMaster would serve as a natural site for a local branch. These schools 
frequently occupied booths which advertised their educational advantages. Towns 
too small and remote to have a local branch had only the non-affiliated schools; 
they put up booths to try to attract recruits. One such was Yellowknife, Canada, 
which boasted three independent schools and no local branch. Parents from 
Yellowknife brought their daughters to be tested for matriculation in one of 
these schools. Occasionally a girl from these remote locales was noticed by an 
UnderMaster, who would use his considerable force of persuasion to pick up a 
recruit. Innocent girls who had never heard of the Institute were fair game, and 
they were like chum in a tank full of sharks. Usually the first erect penis to 
spot a likely candidate took her on option. This caused some interesting 
dislocations, such as a girl from Snowball, Washington, who suddenly discovered 
she was moving with her new master to Dallas...or the lass from Chattoogaville,
 Georgia, who found herself optioned by the UnderMaster of Seattle and quite 
helpless to do anything about it.

The Girl Scouts always had a big booth, filled with youngsters looking 
delectable in transparent Girl Scout uniforms.  Vickie's Secret, 
Loliduds, and Vickie's Select were represented, as were makers of 
knock-off dildos and other aids to mastery. There were several girls' 
magazines which targeted CuddleBunnies and Bunnie wanna-be's, and they 
had booths there. They had big fashion photo spreads, ads for Vickie's 
Secret and the other vendors, and articles of interest to Bunnies and 
girls who wanted to become Bunnies. "How to Strengthen Those Neck 
Muscles", "Advanced Tongue Technique", "New Trends in Fashion", "How to 
Avoid Repetitive Motion Fatigue" and other articles, were mixed with 
gossip about the goings-on at the Institute and local branches. "Diana 
King, age seven, of the San Francisco branch, recently gave grade eight 
pleasure. She is the youngest Bunnie ever to reach grade eight. 
Congratulations Diana!"..."Rebecca Jones of Pittsburgh was recently 
Graduated at thirteen, after studying as a Bunnie for three years. Her 
majors were Fashion Modeling and Manual Technique. Rebecca's ride was 
only half an hour long and was attended by two hundred family and 
friends."..."Six-hearter Sandra Ko of New Orleans has been chosen out 
of rotation six times by her master. Is the New Orleans UnderMaster 
playing favorites? Find out in an exclusive in our next issue!"  
One entire magazine, CuddleParent, targeted parents directly. 
There were articles for parents on how best to raise a toddler 
to have the best chance of Bunnihood, how to clean Vickie's 
Secret things, how to find training if your daughter is not 
selected. It were filled with ads for ballet schools, 
swim schools (which used semen simulant in their pools), 
summer camps for wanna-be Bunnies, and other 'enrichment' 
training outfits. All of the magazines had booths at the Conference.

Many small companies made amulets, pendulums, spirals, flashing lights, 
and other hypnotic aids, but opinion was divided on their efficacy. Some 
offered "shock trance" devices which were guaranteed to project a Bunnie 
instantly into trance without warning. Sometimes the "shock trance" 
devices were demonstrated on girls who were not CuddleBunnies, as 
CuddleBunnies were mostly ready to go into trance at the drop of 
a word anyway. Most masters held that the standard key phrases 
were as powerful as hypnotic induction could be and that no 
additional aids were needed. Others weren't so sure--and made a 
market for the devices. (The Master, of course had no need of such aids.) 
Many of these booths held demonstrations on unsuspecting Bunnies, 
who would suddenly find themselves in deeply entranced without warning. 
Some girls thought it was funny to deliver their classmates into 
one or another of the hypno booths, to watch them go under helplessly.
 Sometimes the tricksters themselves had been uwittingly 
programmed to go out and find new 'clients' for a particular booth. 

Masters, school operators, publishers, CuddleBunnies, and their parents 
strolled through the aisles, taking samples, exchanging trade talk, 
eyeing new products and ideas.  Occasionally you would see a Bunnie 
giving service to a master in the aisle or in one of the booths; 
occasionally you would see a master with one or more girls under deep 
hypnosis, muttering softly to them. Such sights invariably drew a 
giggling crowd of Bunnies, who loved to watch any form of obedience and 
sexual service. Sometimes the girls in the crowd would succumb to the 
trance if hypnosis was being used. It was especially piquant to see a 
girl so occupied with parents in tow, looking on as their little darling 
showed once again what CuddleBunnies were for. During the Conference, 
tours of the Institute were held for parents, who got to see actual 
classes, Swimming, and other activities first-hand. 
They got to see what the exorbitant tuition was buying.
========================================================================
Getting the Message II

Sasa Wilkins was a strawberry-blonde beauty from Tennessee. Her mother 
had entered her in "Little Miss" pageants since she was five or six. 
Today, at nine, she was a consistent winner of trophies and considered 
one of the most beautiful young girls in the country. Today she was 
attending the Little Miss Dixie competition at a Holiday Inn in Memphis. 

As usual, all of the contestants and their parents, together with the 
judges and other pageant officials, attended the orientation meeting. 
Today was a little odd. A young girl stood at the projection screen. 
She couldn't be older than fifteen, thought Sasa's mother, but she was 
dressed like a hussy in a short minidress. As the crowd quieted, she 
began to speak. "Hi. I'm CuddleBunny Thomasina Groves, from Georgia. 
Atlanta, actually.  Today's introduction is a special one." On the 
screen the Master's card was now showing. She let them watch quietly 
for several minutes as she disrobed into her Vickie's Secret outfit. 
"I know you'll all want to watch this," she said, starting a video.

It was the standard Institute infomercial, followed by the Vickie's 
Secret ad. When they had both played three times, she turned off the 
projectors. "Everybody understand? Good. There is a Vickie's Secret 
booth open on the convention floor. We have lots of pretty undies for 
your girls.  The pageant rules are a little different this time: no 
fancy outfits, just Vickie's Secret, OK?  And my master will be the only 
judge...there he is over there--the naked man with Little Miss Alabama 
sucking his cock. Yes girls, I know you want to kiss it but please wait 
until he selects you...The competitions are modeling in Vickie's Secret 
outfits, cock sucking, manual technique, and erotic dance. My master 
will then choose 3 or 4 girls, who will be his CuddleBunnies. They will 
come with us to Atlanta. Any questions? Yes, Ma'm, my master is 
accepting new CuddleBunnies at this time. We have room for three or four 
new girls. Yes, the Atlanta branch. Yes, he will consider referring exceptional 
candidates to the main Institute. The pageant photographer is familiar with the 
required photo package. We have application forms and envelopes. Ah, a 
'Resistant' girl. Don't worry, honey, you WILL obey. Can't help it. So stop 
struggling. I know; I'm a CuddleBunny as you can see. Yes, we have Vickie's 
Secret dildos for all of you; they're free, unlike our undies. 
The application fee is $500. So you feel the pinch, Ma'm. Just 
enough to feel the pinch, really."

Sasa couldn't wait to get her Vickie's Secret collection started and 
apply to the Institute. She found a long line at the booth and a longer 
one at the photographer's station. The judging was put off for an entire 
day to let the girls catch up with their purchases and photos. Finally 
she was clad only in a pair of panties and a half-slip, clutching her 
Vickie's Secret dildo and inching forward toward the photog booth.

At the end of the day the exhausted beauty fell asleep in her new 
nightie and dreamt of tomorrow's competition.

In the morning, he mother helped her pick out an outfit from the many 
they had bought at the Vickie's Secret booth. They chose a dark green 
outfit that complemented her hair and green eyes. It was satiny silk, 
panties and a short half-slip. "Child, that outfit looks great on you. 
Gettin' selected is in the bag!" exclaimed her mother. "I don't know, 
mom," she replied. "Jenny Perkins--the one who beat me in Huntsville 
last year--is in the competition, and Susie Hawkins, too--the 
seven-year-old out of Little Rock. I'm worried."

"Don't be, darlin'. He'll pick you--he just HAS to!"

And with that (and one final brushing of her long hair) they were out 
the door, joining other Vickie's Secret-clad girls in the elevator to 
the main exhibition hall, where Thomasina and her master held court at 
the judging table (no other judges were in sight). Thomasina was 
languidly stroking his cock as she watched the contestants curtsey 
before him. Occasionally she would whisper something about one of the 
contestants and he would laugh. Soon the hall was full. Thomasina acted 
as mistress of ceremonies. "Today's judging is on modeling.  Each girl 
will be allowed three costume changes (Vickie's Secret only) and may 
perform her normal modeling routine in them. Changes occur on stage, 
please. Parents, please try to photograph and film every moment of your 
child's performance; it will be used in judging by the Institute if your 
daughter is referred there and can be watched at leisure later by you if she is not.

"First up we have Jeanette Howard out of Louisville. Jeanette is seven, 
and doesn't she look stunning in that little nightie? A round of 
applause for Jeanette!"

The UnderMaster solemnly took notes as Jeanette did her act and watched 
appreciatively as she changed--two minutes into a six-minute 
performance--into a different outfit, then changed again two minutes 
later.

So the day progressed. At the end of the modeling, Thomasina announced 
the leaders so far: 

"Sasa Wilkins of Memphis; Carlee Simpson of Fort Worth; Jenny Nellis of 
Wheeling, West Virginia. You other girls can still win a place in my 
Master's harem; the modeling competition is only 25% of the score. Good 
luck to all of you tomorrow."

The next day would hold the cock sucking and manual technique 
competitions. Since the girls had little experience in these areas, 
special coaches were on hand to help them "come up to speed", using 
Institute videos and the Institute website. These were other Graduate 
Bunnies from the Atlanta local branch. The girls worked late in the 
night to master the basics of these new skills. They applied themselves 
diligently. Sasa found that she had a knack for cock sucking; she 
thought she could beat Jenny Perkins, whose tongue work was not so good. 

She hoped it would be enough. Each girl had ten minutes to bring the 
master to orgasm; any girl who failed to achieve the result would be 
disqualified.

The following day Jenny Perkins led off, wearing pale pink transparent 
pajama pants and dark pink shiny panties. She knelt before the master's 
cock and meekly begged to be allowed to give it pleasure, as she had 
learned from the Institute videos. Soon she was slurping and bobbing, 
doing her very best (CuddleBunnies always do their very best) to give 
maximum pleasure. But her amateur status declared itself and Sasa's 
mother grew excited. Sasa was third in the rotation and put in a solid 
performance, drawing a strong spurt of cum and experiencing her first 
orgasm in front of the crowd, which cheered wildly. Her mom got it all 
on DVD and stills.

"The front runners in cock sucking are Winona Wilcox from Baton Rouge, 
Sasa Wilkins from Memphis and Carlee Simpson from Fort Worth."

Next was Erotic Dance. Again there was a ten-minute rule. The winners 
were Carlee, Sasa, and Clarissa Robinson of Houston.

Tomorrow was the big wrap-up: cock sucking. This time there was no time 
limit. Sasa came in first! Followed closely by Carlee Simpson and 
Winona.

The overall standings were: Sasa 80 points, Carlie 77, and Winona 65.  
Mommie was so proud of Sasa. All three would be going to Atlanta with 
the UnderMaster. Sasa said goodbye to mommie but was already forgetting 
her as her love and allegience transferred to her new Daddy and master.  
The girls left with only the Vickie's Secret they'd bought at the 
competition. Thomasina drove the van, and in the back the girls had a 
group session with the UnderMaster. They learned a lot during the trip.  
Each got to suck and model her new things.  Winona gave manual pleasure 
and Sasa got to dance for him. They changed positions several times 
during the trip, with Mia smiling all the way at the sounds coming from 
the back of the van.  She heards the girls being hypnotized, but she was 
specially trained not to fall into trance while driving. Still, her 
eyelids did flutter a little as the induction commenced. For the girls 
it was a new experience, and all three went deeply under, even more 
helpless than they already were. "Can't help themselves," she remarked 
over her shoulder. "Can any of you?" asked her master.  "No, master, of 
course we can't."

Gradually the message of the Master swept over the "Little Miss" pageant 
scene, until every one of them was a Vickie's Secret pageant, with the 
competition and judging changing appropriately.

========================================================================

Poolside

At the Institute, there was an odd indoor swimming pool. It was filled 
with the Master's fresh semen instead of water. Somehow it never dried 
up and magically did not go "bad" (like other organic material). It was 
maintained at precisely 98.6 degrees. Girls in lingerie flocked to the 
pool. Experts,  including all Graduates, swam laps, in orgasm all the 
way. Less talented Bunnies usually were exhausted after one length and 
some had to be dragged out of the pool by lifeguards. (There were 
remedial swimming lessons, in a water-filled pool, for non-swimmers.) 
Each swimmer left drenched in sperm, cumming continuously until one of 
her Sisters cleaned her up. Natasha Aronoff, Susie Chen and Lisa 
Albright were three new CuddleBunnies, who were just seeing the pool 
for the first time. Each wore two hearts on her necklace. Natasha was 
dark-haired, with wide bright eyes and long dancer's legs. In another 
lifetime she would have been a ballerina. Today, at 13, she was a new 
Exchange Student from Russia.  She was wearing gold panties and a 
ridiculously tiny half-slip, which showed off the panties. Lisa was a 
hometown girl from Buffalo, an "advanced study" transferee from the 
local branch there. She was lithe and readheaded, tiny and petite and as 
delicate as a sparrow. At 10 she was remarkably precocious to have been 
transferred. She was truly lovely in her tiny baby-blue thong and 
panty-hose. Finally Susie was a Chinese-American whose parents had come 
from Taiwan. She was nine, and was a pert black-haired beauty with an 
ass to die for. Her exotic features included pouty bee-stung lips that 
cried out for oral sex. Susie wore yellow-gold panties, shining like 
fish scales in the sun, with an attached translucent mini-slip. Their 
noses twiched as they caught the scent of the Master's sperm; they were 
all deeply addicted to it as were all CuddleBunnies. They got into a 
giggling, jostling line which inched forward to the diving platform: a 
low board on the deep side of the pool. Natasha jumped in first, cumming 
up drenched and sputtering. She immediately began to swallow as she swam 
the length of the pool. She was able to get out herself, but just barely. 
She stood unsteadily, wracked in orgasm, waiting for her friend. Lisa jumped 
in and made it halfway before the lifeguard dragged her out. She had to sit 
for several minutes before she could stand.  Susie somehow struggled across 
but needed help out of the pool. All three girl's stomachs were filled to 
the limit. Nobody had ever drowned in the sperm, thanks to the watchful 
lifeguards--but some had come close.

========================================================================

Visitation Rights

Occasionally the Master would visit local Institute branches in a sort 
of supervisory role. Really He just went to sample the local talent. But 
the local submasters proudly trotted out their herd of girls for the Master 
to select from. Sometimes He would stay for as long as a week. 

Occasionally He picked up a girl to be transferred to his jurisdiction. 
On one occasion He visited the local branch in Baltimore. As a large 
municipality, the local UnderMaster had been granted rights to a herd of 
50+25. He supervised Baltimore and all the surrounding communities, his 
"principality" ending where the Washington D.C.'s branch limits began and 
extending as far north as Harrisburg.  He modestly put his UnderGraduate 
girls through a recital for the Master, while the Master enjoyed a few of 
the Graduates.  "I fear my Bunnies are unskilled compared to Yours, Sir, 
but we do the best we can with local material," he demurred.

"Not at all," replied the Master. "You've sent Us some fine Advanced 
Study girls in the past. But please do continue--I'm looking forward to 
the show."

First up was little Rachel Thomason. She was only seven and disarmingly 
charming and cute. She wore three hearts. For the occasion, she wore a 
snow-white baby-doll with iridescent highlights that seemed to sparkle 
like a rainbow. "Rachel's shown great promise at manual technique,"
 said the UnderMaster, whose name was John Gleason. "Shall she perform 
on me, or upon Your larger organ?" 

"I'm satisfied with these Graduates for now. Please continue."

The little slave lubricated the UnderMaster's cock--which was only 2/3 
the size of the Master's but still enormous--with K-Y jelly and began to 
stroke it. It sprang to attention rapidly, and all of the other 
UnderGraduates attending stared with undisguised envy at her--wishing 
they could be in her place--as her little fists, which didn't fully 
encircle the cock, pistoned up and down, sometimes in long slow strokes, 
other times as fast as she could move her hands. She varied the pressure 
on the massive rod as she stared longingly at it. Soon she was in a light 
trance, clearly oblivious to all else, her universe contracting until it 
became only her hands and her master's cock. In about 15 minutes he came, 
spurting all over her face. In deep orgasm, she rose wobbly-kneed and 
curtseyed unsteadily, murmuring, "Thank you for allowing me to serve you, master." 
The audience, and the Master, applauded this performance with enthusiasm.

Next up were Tabitha and Tammy Wilcox, twins of ten. Tabitha wore white 
hip-hugger panties and a pair of transparent harem pants; her sister 
Tammy wore a lace-edged nylon teddy. They were striking beauties, 
strawberry-blonde with huge green eyes. Tammy had four hearts and her 
sister had three. "These girls show promise at sucking," said Gleason 
with pride. "They were referred to me by their teacher, and transferred 
full-time to the local Institute as UnderGraduates. Their minds are 
especially malleable and they are even better hypnotic subjects than 
usual. They can actually dislocate their jaws in order to accept my 
member at age 10. Of course, they could not yet accept Yours." The girls 
began to suck their master's now-slick cock, at first taking turns: one 
little head bobbing up and down to be followed the instant her mouth 
broke contact by the other one, not breaking the rhythm. Then Tabitha 
took over the shaft while Tammy licked and sucked his balls. Eventually 
they were rewarded with a spurt of cum that actually squirted a blob 
into the assembled ranks of CuddleBunnies, causing one of them a 
disconcerting surprise orgasm out of nowhere.

And so on through the evening. The Master elected to option a promising 
Exchange Student from Sweden and transfer one of Gleason's Graduates 
that he had developed a fondness for during the evening's activity. The 
grand finale was the Graduation ceremony of one of the local master's 
favorites, a 14-year-old named Colleen O'Connell, who was an exchange 
student from Ireland. She wore, appropriately, a pair of green panties 
and a matching shiny green half-slip. "Would you like to sample her, 
Sir, before she is Graduated? Or perhaps Graduate her YourSelf?"

"But then she would be mine and you'd lose a Grad," replied the Master.

"Not to worry, I got more in the pipeline--don't we all?"

"Very well, I will sample her."

When the time finally came for Colleen's ride, it was spectacular. 
Gleason was right--she was primo stuff. Covered already practically 
head-to-toe in cum, the now-nude girl rode Master's cock like a little 
helion. She had been a "Resistant Bunnie", who had been broken by the 
"Sudden Total Immersion" technique. Her master had also kept her in 
Metahypnosis for a week afterward, just to be sure. Now she was the 
picture of CuddleBunny obedience, eagerly and happily obeying the 
Master's every command.

========================================================================
Beach Bunnies

The market for girl's swimsuits died off. Now young girls--as young as 
5--were seen at the beach or pool wearing Vickie's Secret undies.  This 
was by now quite normal and garnered no comment--except perhaps from 
adolescent boys.  Public-benefit spots were aired on all the media 
recommending that all young girls go heavy on the sunscreen because 
"the new fashions" let in more dangerous UV rays than did the old ones.

========================================================================


This Just In

A local newscast in Ithaca, New York: "Good evening. We have sad news 
to bring you tonight. The local branch of the Institute was damaged 
in a fire Sunday, disrupting the educational program there and making 
almost 50 CuddleBunnies homeless along with the UnderMaster. They are 
staying temporarily at the Syracuse UnderMaster's compound, where 
supplies and lodging are now at a premium. Authorities say the fire 
started in an old electrical panel and that arson is not involved.  
The Bunnies will be staying in Syracuse until repairs are complete, 
which could take six months.  A charitable fund has been established 
to raise money for the repairs; you can call (800) 555-INSTITUTE to donate by credit card."

"Josh, we all know what wonderful education and Training the Institute 
does. This is a real tragedy."

"Right, Linda. My little girl is just getting old enough to appreciate 
Vickie's Secret, and we want to get her trained. I guess we'll have to 
take a long shot and go to the Buffalo branch, or use one of the many 
fine Institute-approved schools in the area. But we had hoped to have 
her trained close to home."

"Right, Josh. Every parent wants that."

"You're too old to have been trained at the Institute, Linda. What are 
you, thirty?"

"Twenty-nine."

"Close enough. Do you ever wish you could have been a CuddleBunnie?"

"Sure. All women do--that's why we support the Institute and its 
program so strongly. I volunteer at the local branch and help run its Girl Scout troop."

"A good thing to hear, Linda. You truly have a big heart."

"Fortunately I was molested repeatedly by my uncle when I was a little 
girl so I had a chance to serve and give pleasure. We still joke about 
it--sometimes I call him my master."

"How sweet. And, you know, the work that the CuddleBunnies do is SOoo 
important..."

"Yes. Giving service and pleasure and obedience to their master. Buying 
Vickie's Secret. Going to schools for lectures and indoctrination. 
Selling dildoes every March in front of supermarkets, that sort of 
thing. I own a collection of Vickie's Secret dildoes," she confessed.

"I bet it's real nice," Josh rejoined. "They are sooo cute in their 
little outfits. I say it's not really spring until the CuddleBunnies 
come into bloom.

"I've been doing my own little niece. Her mother asked me to master her 
when her father passed away. She's not that beautiful so she can't get 
into an Institute school, and it's the least I can do to help out."

"Of course. Does she give you much pleasure?" 

"About a grade 2 is the best she can do, but she tries hard and that's 
the important thing. Every once in a while she can make me cum, and 
she's so grateful for the chance."

"Right. By the way I understand the Master Himself is going to give a 
live interview on 'Good Morning America' right here on Channel 7 
tomorrow morning at 8:00. Don't miss it."

All over New England, people began to donate--as if it were a flood or 
hurricane. Other UnderMasters held fund drives. School girls held bake 
and dildo sales and the Girl Scouts made a large donation; so did the 
Salvation Army. Governors made speeches and got special emergency funds 
allocated for "Bunnie relief". In days, the reconstruction fund held ten 
million dollars and was growing rapidly. Little old ladies gave up some
 of their nest eggs; a few unknown millionaires made anonymous 
contributions.

In less than three months, a brand-new complex sprang up, three times 
the size of the old branch. Building permits had been waived and 
contractors and suppliers donated labor and materials for free. An 
architect whose daughter was a CuddleBunny had done the design for free. 
And so the Syracuse campus went back to normal as the Ithaca branch 
re-opened with lots of room for growth. Charity begins at home, does it not?
========================================================================
Changes

By this time society had begun to change all around the world. 
Laws against "child abuse" were repealed or amended. Same for 
"indecent exposure" and laws against "child exploitation." Since 
the Institute's message--in multiple formats--had reached every 
nation, all countries altered their laws and customs.  In summer 
it was not unusual to see CuddleBunnies in their undies at waterparks 
and playgrounds. Nobody bothered a bound CuddleBunny.

"Excuse me, do you have a tattoo?" was a common greeting between a
master and a prospective Vickie's Secret girl. Girls with tattoos or
ankle bracelets belonged to other masters and could not be permanently mastered.
They could be used for a quickie but that was about it.
Parents still dreamed of getting their daughters into some part of the
Institute, and other child-oriented institutions became defacto arms
of the Institute, referring promising candidates to the local UnderMaster.

It was not unusual to see an UnderMaster, naked if weather permitted, 
being serviced by a girl he'd just mastered, her skirtlet hiked up to
reveal her undies, and  frequently surrounded with a knot of
onlookers including envious girls and the child's parents who beamed
with pride that their daughter had been selected. CuddleBunnies who
watched encouraged the girl with advice: "You don't have a gag reflex
anymore--take it deeper!" or "Faster, honey--that's right!" Or "suck,
little one, suck! That's what you're FOR!" Of course the UnderMaster made 
gentle commands of his new catch as well. Girls so honored were rarely made 
CuddleBunnies but they were addicted to semen and would eagerly come when 
the UnderMaster called, should he have the urge. Otherwise they would seek 
cock anywhere they could find it in order to satisfy their urge to obtain 
sperm and to obey a male master. They belonged to any male with the urge 
to use them and were permitted to walk about in Vickie's Select undies.

Girls entered eligibility--in rare instances--at 5 years old and 
became ineligible--in most instances--at the start of menstruation. One
CuddleBunny had been taken at a stop light; she was 18, and the oldest
one on record. An UnderMaster had driven up beside her, beeped his
horn. When she rolled down her window, he said "Excuse me, I'm your
master." Her car was left running in the middle of the street.
To have said, "you cannot resist me" would have been redundant;
neither knew the others' name but she ran to him anyway.

Plastic surgery and orthodontia underwent a resurgence as doctors catered to 
wanna-be-CuddleBunnies. Parents would pay astronomical sums to
bring their girls to CuddleBunny standards, but few actually 
became Bunnies. Hypnotists began teaching girls to enter submissive
trance states more easily so that the keyphrases would work more quickly
and more deeply. They also worked on "resistants" to try to make the
Institute's work easier. Of course the hypnotists knew all the key
phrases and used them to advantage and parents were accustomed to 
a blow job from their daughter as part of the session fee.

The Miss America contest gave way to America's Favorite CuddleBunnie,
with competitions a bit more exciting than the swimsuit exhibition.
The Master always presided at this event, which was broadcast
nationwide. A weekly television show became wildly popular:
"sponsors" would bring CuddleBunnie-quality girls to a studio
at the Institute; the 2 or 3 who won the most hearts in the least time
would bemade CuddleBunnies on the spot. There was a long waiting list
for contestants. A companion show challenged girls to pick out the
Master's semen from ten vials of UnderMasters'. It was short-lived
because the girls could always tell.
========================================================================
Bunnies for Sale

When a Bunnie became too old to please her master (generally after her
first pregnancy or age 21, whichever came first), she died for lack of
sperm or else was sold on the slave market. Some masters allowed their
"aged" Bunnies to continue to Swim, and they got their dose of semen that
way. But the vast majority were sold off to a thriving market of men who
wanted to be masters and didn't mind the age or 'used' condition of the
Bunny. The Bunnies retained their submissiveness and hypnotic suceptability.
Since Bunnies could only give birth to beautiful little girls, the
number of CuddleBunnie prospects continually increased. Many of the
CuddleBunny attributes had been set up to be passed on genetically,
such as extreme beauty, submissiveness, hypnotizability, and so on.

Some of the "old" Bunnies actually married their new masters, and they made admirable
and loving wives--they could not help loving their master and source of
semen, anyway. And they could all cook and clean and care for their
master, having been lovingly trained to do so with firm attentiveness.
There were never any arguments when your wife could be hypnotized into
helpless obedience with a few words, and was a submissive sperm addict
anyway. Domestic bliss awaited the purchaser of a 'used' CuddleBunny.
They still dressed the same, too--so it was common to see a woman
in Victoria's Secret lingerie doing the grocery shopping or cleaning
the house.

Bunnies "in good condition" (which was generally the case) went for
$5,000 or more. A Bunnie who'd been owned by the Master went for considerably
more.  A little ceremony marked her transfer:

"Lara Crone to the master bedroom." Bunnies never knew when or if they were
to be sold. Fifteen-year old Graduate Lara came running with her Vickie's
Secret case. Her master, John Schmidt of Houston, stood naked beside another
man, also naked. She made the correct obesience motions and kissed her master's
cock. "How may I serve you, master?"

"Lara, look at this man. His name is Herbert George and he is your new master."

"Hello, master," she said, and kissed his cock, kneeling before him. George had
been coached. "Your first duty is to give me head, at whatever level appropriate,
until I cum in five minutes."

"Yes, master. I cannot be precise because I am not familiar with your cock."

"I'm sure you'll come close enough," dryly remarked her old master.

Five minutes and twelve seconds later, she received a relatively paltry
quantity of cum, which she swallowed gratefully. "That was pleasure level
three. Most ordinary females can only reach one or two. It tastes goood," she
said. "But there's so little..." She continued to fondle and stroke the slick
organ, which showed weak signs of re-erecting.

"You'll get used to the smaller amount," said her old Master. As long
as you get some every day you'll be fine. "And I assure you, you are
getting all he can give."

I am sorry I did not meet the time; the veins in your cock are 
different. I will get much better with practice. "That was fine," said
the stunned new owner, whom she had sucked dry.  Her new master then
removed her old anklet and replaced it; a Graduate Bunny applied an
updated tattoo to her other buttock and a big red "X" across the old
one. "Property of Herbert George..." 

"She's now addicted to your sperm," said the old master. That completes
the transaction except for this." He handed him a User's Manual for
CuddleBunnies, which contained all the control phrases and behaviors
which had been programmed in over her years of Training. "You can add
others through hypnosis," he said, "but these are a good start. In
a way, all of her Training which we have lavished upon her and for which
her parents paid a small fortune were for your ultimate benefit. I have
been honored to use her and Train her; now she is the ultimate in 
femininity and will be your obedient wifeslave."

"Come along, girl," said the new master, proudly leading his new
toy from the room. She left without a thought or a tear; she cared
nothing for her old master now; she could have and worship only one
master--and one cock--at a time. Her Vickie's Secret dildo, once her 
most precious possession, fell from her hand--it no longer represented
her master's cock. She would get little sleep this night.

The User's Manual began, "Congratulations on your purchase of a used
CuddleBunnie--the ultimate in Feminine obedience. Her purpose in life
is the service of masculinity, and you will find that she can take
everything you can give easily and without difficulty. She is totally
Feminine and submissive and will do whatever you tell her to do.

"Do not worry about harming your Bunnie. You have been programmed to
follow the tenents of masterhood and cannot issue a command which will
result in harm to the Bunnie. You can use her as much as you like--
or as much as you can manage--but never abuse her. Your Bunnie is
fully fertile but can bear only female children, and any births
must be reported to the Institute. Your Bunnie will take care of
this detail. 

"This book contains pre-programmed keyphrases to help in control
of your Bunnie. They are not absolutely necessary, and many masters
rarely use them. Your Bunnie will obey any verbal command. She cannot
obey physically impossible commands such as walking on the ceiling.

"Her sexual repetoire is extensive and it is doubtful you will ever
exhaust her capacity for new sexual positions, acts, and motions. She
has been exhaustively trained for years in the giving of pleasure. The
hearts on her necklace (nine or ten) indicate the pleasure level she can
give on her own, but most ordinary masters will lose consciousness well
before she reaches her maximum...."

The User's Manual eventually went into circulation on the net and school-
boys had a field day, mastering potential CuddleBunnies (temporarily).
It turned out that there were almost 100 standard keyphrases programmed
into each CuddleBunny by the Institute's videos and they did not need
to be hypnotized to be made obedient. Hypnosis helped a weak minded 'master'
but a more dominant male could simply make use of the control phrases.

But even an adolescent could not take a Bunny vaginally; they'd all seen
the Institute programming. And the instant the Bunnie saw a real master's
cock, or tasted a real master's sperm, she was his unconditionally.

========================================================================
Excerpt From an Interview

From "Larry King Live:"

"Tonight we have The Master, and we'll ask Him some questions I'm sure 
everyone will be interested in. First: How did You attain Your remarkable
abilities?"

"It's a matter of Quantum mechanics. There are alternate universes. In 
mine I was an ordinary scientist. I found a way to search through the
alternate universes until I found one in which I could be Master and 
make other masters...and all the other 'magic tricks' the Institute is
famous for. It had to meet other criteria: have humans on Earth with
the right genetics, allow Me to augment Myself physically, and so forth.

"The Institute media carry a quantum undercarrier which acts directly
on the brain, which is why My program was so readily accepted here.

"And I made sure I augmented Myself to have the prodigious capacity
for orgasm that everyone is so envious about. I also made my orgasm
controllable and my penis a hundred times more sensitive than normal.

"I could rule this world, and in a sense, I already do. No human can
resist my commands but I prefer to live quietly and train my CuddleBunnies.
Your political squabbles do not interest me except insofar as they might
interfere with my use you your youngsters. I have intervened a few times
to prevent warfare which might devastate the planet. "I've changed the
culture--for the better--and many more people are satisfied and
receive Pleasure than before I came here.

"Once I'd set up the parameters it was a matter of multidimensional
search. There HAD to be such a universe; I have found it and made it
mine.

"So I came here; sort of 'popped over' in a way.
I cannot and would not go back for anything."

"So there's a universe where I am Master?"

"Yes, but I find the concept disgusting."

========================================================================

A World of Discovery

The Discovery Channel ran a one-hour documentary, "Inside the Institute" 
which followed two Bunnies through their typical day at the Institute. 
"Our cameras have been granted unprecedented access to the Institute and 
its clutch of CuddleBunnies," said the promo. "Watch their struggle to 
serve and obey tonight at seven. This is family programming at its best; 
your whole family will want to share this heartwarming story."

"This is the Institute," began the narrator as the camera swept over the 
expansive complex. "From the outside an unremarkable compound. But we're 
going on the inside to find out what makes the Institute special--what makes it tick."

The camera focused on the main entrance. "Through These Doors Pass the Most 
Obedient Little Girls on Earth," ran the motto in gold leaf over the doors.
The camera's lens showed a large marble entranceway with a very large marble 
carving of a penis: the Master's penis to be exact. A CuddleBunny, asian and 
lovely, was lovingly polishing it with a soft cloth. Every Institute branch
had a similar marble statue of its UnderMaster's organ, which was routinely
cleaned and reverently polished every day by a different Bunnie.

Elsewhere in the hall  Bunnies mopped and dusted. The camera zoomed
in on the 10-year-old asian, who had on a tiny yellow nightie with
matching panties. "This is Kimberly Kwok, an Exchange Student from
Hong Kong. She's ten years old and has been here in the States for
a year, learning to serve her Master. She's a striking beauty, as are
all CuddleBunnies; to be selected from the throngs of China to serve
the Master is a singular honor. Kimberly is a typical CuddleBunnie
 and we'll be following her through her day as we continue to explore
the Institute. She is wearing the standard uniform of the Institute;
 a set of Vickie's Secret lingerie. As you can see, she is also wearing
her Institute anklet and a necklace with five golden hearts on it.
This means she has reached pleasure grade five, that is, she can cause
the Master grade five pleasure alone and without assistance 
from other girls. As the Bunnies become better trained, they add hearts 
to their necklace, ending ultimately with nine or ten hearts. 
They are then said to be 'ready to Graduate'. Let's speak to Kimberly. Hello, my dear."

"Hello, master."

"No, I am not a master, merely a male. I am here with your Master's 
permission and we are making a film about the Institute."

"That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "May I give you Pleasure?"

"Not just now, Kimberly. Please don't tempt me in front of the cameras. 
It'd be hell to pay with my Director. What are you doing?"

"Chores. Serving the Master. Everything is just simple motions.
Today I am cleaning and doing kitchen work. Yesterday I 
was a bathroom Bunnie."

"And by 'simple motions you mean?..."

"You know. Up and down. In and out. Back and forth. Just like this dusting
I'm doing; it's a kind of back and forth. We do simple motions. It's
WONDERFUL to be a CuddleBunny and be able to give so much pleasure with
just simple motions."

"I see. Well we will be seeing you occasionally during the rest of your 
day."

"All right. Please have pleasure today," she said, curtseying.

"It is said that the minutest quantity of the Master's bodily
fluids will be sufficient to enslave a young girl. Indeed, microscopic
drops of His sweat have had this effect. All girls now have special
receptors for master fluids. An UnderMaster may master a girl in this
way, but contact with the Master's fluids over-rides the UnderMaster's
influence. The girl we'll see next was mastered in just this way, with
a droplet of His sweat delivered by one of her programmed girlfriends."

The camera zooms to one of the harem rooms. "Here is where the 
CuddleBunnies spend their free time. Unsteadily through the door is 
coming little Cassie Stewart, who has just been inducted into the 
Sisterhood of CuddleBunnies by her Master. Cassie is wearing a cum-
covered chemise with matching panties. Her face manages to display
shock, awe, love, confusion and devotion simultaneously. Cassie's necklace has three 
hearts. She is being led by Juliette Meyers, a senior or 'Graduate' 
CuddleBunnie. Cassie is a little uncertain and afraid, because the 
environment of the harem room is unfamiliar to her. Let's listen."

"Girls, this is Cassie. She's eight and has just had her first session 
with the Master. Let's all make her feel welcome." There was clapping 
and hugging as the Bunnies accepted her into the clutch. "Hi, I'm 
Paula," said an older girl. "I'm the resident Graduate for harem room 
31. Come with me and I'll show you around."

She led Cassie--and the camera--on a tour of the harem room. The room 
was walled by mirrors, and Bunnies were primping and preening in front 
of them. Some tried on different outfits, inspecting their effect with 
commentary from other girls. "This is your dresser," she said, opening 
a drawer filled with a riot of pretty Vickie's Secret undies. 
"They're all in your size. You put dirty laundry here," she indicated a laundry 
chute--"and get it back here," pointing to a dumbwaiter. "It's all 
labelled with your name so you won't mix it up with other girls'. Over 
here," she said over her shoulder, "is the bathroom." The camera saw 
numerous tubs in which little Bunnies sat in fragrant baths, still clad 
in their undies. Toilets ran against the walls without partitions; 
Cuddlebunnies needed no privacy and had no dignity to protect. Back out 
in the harem room, Cassie indicated the video screens, which were 
showing a variety of material--lessons, sessions with the Master, 
sessions with popular UnderMasters. "We watch these screens most of the 
time. Look! There's YOUR session, Cassie, on the big screen in the 
middle!" And the camera showed Cassie giving pleasure servicing the 
Master's Cock. Cassie stared at it dreamily. "Is that really me? It 
seems so much like a dream," she murmured. "It's you, Cassie!" Paula 
replied. Other girls, beyond the camera, were trying on new combinations 
of underwear amidst much giggling and gossip. Still others were reading 
CuddleBunnie Magazine, practising their sucking, watching the videos, or 
sleeping. Some girls practised Erotic Dance in front of the ever-present mirrors. 
"Every harem room has a raft of video cameras tied to the Master Bedroom," 
commented the narrator, "so that the Master can keep tabs on His CuddleBunnies 
and from any angle.  There are even cameras in the toilet. The Bunnies don't 
notice them because they're programmed to ignore the cameras."

"For those who noticed the entrance motto, the degree of obedience
here comes as no surprise. The submission is so thick one could cut
it with a knife. The girls will do literally anything--even die--
at the Master's command. They are truly helpless, putty in His hands,
and they show it in every way possible."

"Elsewhere in the Institute compound, the chores of the day continue. 
Let's check back with Kimberly." The camera found her in the kitchen, 
helping prepare lunch for several hundred girls under the watchful eye 
of a Graduate chef. "Kimberly is helping to make salad for two hundred 
and fifty hungry little girls," said the narrator. "The work here is 
hard, but it has to be done," said Kimberly, sweating mildly in her 
nightie. "Master says so." She washed another head of lettuce. All 
around her was controlled chaos as girls cooked, cleaned, and prepared 
the dining room for a horde of hungry CuddleBunnies. "The Institute uses 
as much food as a small ocean liner," said the narrator. "Every day a line 
of food-supply trucks pulls up to the rear entrance. It's run like a restaurant 
which operates 24/7. It's self sufficient in that the girls do all their own 
maintenance work, daily duties like cleaning and laundry--everything except 
medical care which is provided by an on-site doctor. Here is Dr. Remington's 
infirmary." The camera saw a small  hospital with about 20 beds. Nurses--Graduates 
still dressed in the ubiquitous Vickie's Secret--moved quietly about. And Dr. 
Remington was a 25-year old woman--an early Graduate whom the Master had sent 
to medical school just to serve as the Institute's physician. At 25 she was the 
oldest Graduate on campus, and she still Swam laps in the pool every morning to 
keep herself fit. Admirable in an older lady, noted the narrator. "CuddleBunnies 
get sick, too," she said earnestly to the camera. "Mostly sniffles and flu...
occasional muscle strains from gymnastics or sexual activity. We have a lot of 
repetitive-stress injury to look after. It's all in the wrist," she said, 
winking at the camera. "But we're fully equipped for anything from an infection 
to surgery, although the biggest surgery I've had to do is an occasional 
appendectomy." She showed the camera around her well-equipped hospital.

"Let's check back on Cassie," said the narrator.  The camera found the 
new girl in aerobic exercise class, where a panty-clad Graduate led 30 
lingerie-clad girls in a strenuous workout. "Come ON, Cassie--faster! I 
know you can do it, so don't wimp out on me. Faster, girl; get the lead 
out!" Cassie was exhausted and soaked in sweat when the class was over. 
The teacher explained. "New girls always find it difficult to adapt to 
the exercise regimen here but we are quite strict about it. CuddleBunnies 
should be fit; no Bunnie can give maximum pleasure if she's out of shape.  
So it's a little rough for the newbies for the first few weeks--we work 
them harder than they've ever worked before--and I know it's no fun, but 
Master commands it. Cassie will be fine, though; her UnderMaster wouldn't 
have referred her here if she had any physical issues."

Cassie walked wearily to the locker room, where she removed the soaking 
outfit and showered. Then she put on a pair of G.I. white nylon 
panties--no Bunnie ever went naked except at His direct command--and 
slowly walked back to the harem room for a long bath and a change of 
outfit. The camera found her in a half-slip and panties in the bathtub, 
relaxing among suds as other girls washed her body with scented oils and 
shampooed her hair. "It looks like the lap of luxury but all the girls chip 
in and help each other in the bath," remarked the narrator. Soon Cassie was 
out of the bath and changing outfits again. "Each girl goes through three 
to five complete changes of lingerie each day. That makes a lot of laundry," 
said the narrator. The camera showed the laundry room--an industrial-sized 
layout with huge washers, dryers, and pressing stations. All were operated 
by CuddleBunnies under the direction of Carolyn Nagato, who was one of the 
Laundry Mistresses--a Graduate from Tokyo. "We do over a thousand pieces of 
laundry a day here. That's a lot of soap. And every outfit has to be 
delivered by dumbwaiter," she indicated a bank of them on one wall, "to 
the appropriate harem room. Sorting is a major problem for us and we use 
bar codes and computers to help with the task." Shot of a Bunnie scanning 
a pair of panties with a laser head.

"Meanwhile, Kimberly has finished her chores and must attend to other 
concerns. She has a rigorous academic and exercise schedule to maintain. 
This includes Swimming in the Institute's famous Pool." The camera found 
Kimberly, now dressed in panties and panty-hose, in line at the Pool. She 
was giggling and gossiping with the other girls in line. At last she 
reached the edge of the Pool and dove in, Swimming and swallowing 
strongly for three entire laps before she had to climb out. The audio 
caught her ragged breathing from orgasm as she stood sodden on the concrete 
which edged the Pool. "Kimberly will be led away presently by one of the 
other girls to be washed off so that she can regain her...composure," said 
the Narrator. "She is a strong Swimmer, which reflects the fact that 
Swimming is her major at the Institute, with a minor in Oral Service."

A change of scene. "Here in the network center," said the narrator in a 
hushed voice, "CuddleBunnies operate and maintain the Institute's 
website, IAFT.org. These webmistresses upload new videos every day and 
take down dated ones. They respond to thousands of e-mail inquiries a 
day, routing them to the appropriate department for deposition. The 
Institute has its own network, with internet access. Cameras mounted 
right across the campus are accessible at IAFT.org every minute of the 
day, so that the public can see the good work going on here," the 
narrator gushed. "Next door is the mail processing center, where 'snail 
mail' is processed and new applications by young girls all over the 
world are given their first evaluation. The camera showed a huge 
mailroom, occupied by Graduate CuddleBunnies. Some opened mail, others 
read and logged the applications, and a group of teams went over photos 
and videos of applicants. Most were discarded--sent to a group that sent 
letters of regret and referred the applicant to her local UnderMaster. A 
few were deemed suitable for referral to a senior group of Graduates, who 
sifted the very best applications and passed on only about a tenth of those 
for consideration by the Master. "Master is very busy," explained one Graduate. 
"We know His tastes--what gets His cock to stand up, as we put it. So we only 
show Him the most delectable girls, the most obedient and the most beautiful. 
He makes the final choices. We try to limit His paperwork to an hour a day--
an hour just picking new girls for the Institute.  Sometimes it's hard to 
turn down a real knockout, drop-dead beautiful girl...but if she lacks that edge, 
that spark of submissiveness or natural sexiness, then we have to let her go. 
Of course, every once in a while we get a Resistant. They're flagged--" she h
eld up a document with large red letters marked '***RESISTANT***',"--and 
if she's REALLY beautiful, passed to the Master for His immediate attention. 
Less beautiful Resistants are referred to UnderMasters; we rarely let a 
Resistant go by without some attention by some part of the Institute."

"Across the hall is the telephone bank, where calls to 1-800-BEMASTERED 
are fielded. Dozens of Graduate Bunnies man the phones, responding to 
telephone inquiries." The camera showed girls in Vickie's Secret 
answering phones and responding to questions and requests for 
application forms.

"The Master refused an interview for this special, but explained that he 
would be on television sometime soon. He will appear naked, as always, 
and you all will want to watch. He is expected to be asked how he 
obtained his special power. Does it reside in the famous business card? 
The logo? Or some other secret. Many have tried to duplicate the Institute 
media to no avail. Its origin and workings remain a mystery."

"Here at the Vickie's Secret plant in the San Fernando Valley, 
CuddleBunnie outfits are manufactured." The camera showed a huge room 
dominated by sewing machines and fabric cutters. CuddleBunnies operated 
the machines, those not automated. A Graduate shop foreman led the 
various teams. "Here in the design studio, Graduates prepare new 
fashions that will suit the Master's tastes. The models are young 
Bunnies attached to the factory on special assignment. Vickie's Secret 
has other plants, but none so large as this--and they are all basically 
just assembly plants; all the design work is accomplished here. All the
designers are Graduate Bunnies, who know what the Master's preferences
are in lingerie."

Once a month the Graduates present their designs to the Master for approval. 
A standard Cuddlebunny "fashion show" is put on, using the new designs.
Those numbers that are approved are immediately put into production, 
keeping a steady stream of new fashions arriving at the Vickie's Secret 
stores around the world.

"Back at the Institute, Cassie is having a lesson. Let's look in on 
her."

Cassie stood in front of a naked UnderMaster. Now she wore pink panties 
with a strawberry print and a short nylon shift.  She was staring at his 
erect member. "This is UnderMaster Joseph DiNallo of Chicago," said the 
narrator. "He is going to take Cassie through the Institute Catechism, 
a chant that the girls use to focus and center themselves in obedience 
and service. Her gaze is focused on his penis, a natural focus for any 
CuddleBunnie. Her heartbeat is in synch with its throbbing.
Right now Cassie doesn't know what DiNallo has in store for 
her, so she waits quietly for his next command."

DiNallo smiled at the camera and said, "Hi, I'm Joe DiNallo, an 
UnderMaster in Residence here. We help the Master by taking over some of 
the simpler tasks for him. Today Cassie will receive her first 
'polishing' under deep hypnosis. Cassie, please look at me."

"Yes master DiNallo." She regarded him with calm attention.

"Trance state, please, miss," he said to her, making a small gesture. 
Cassie swayed and almost fainted. Her eyes rolled up into her head and 
her lids drooped.

"Her mind is especially pliable in this state, and she can be programmed 
easily. She'll be reciting the Catechism, which is basically the CuddleBunnie 
code. She'll recite it in her sleep tonight and every night, along with all 
the other lessons she's learned during the day. Right now she's quite helpless 
and vulnerable, which is why you see that I have a powerful erection," he said 
as the camera glanced at his swollen penis. "Every man dreams of having a 
hypnotized CuddleBunnie in his power, after all."

Cassie stands, entranced, swaying slightly as she fights to retain her 
balance while in the trance.

To Cassie: "Please, miss, begin reciting the Catechism. Please go on 
reciting until I tell you to stop."

"I am a little girl, born to serve. I obey eagerly and without question. 
My mind and flesh belong to my Master, who is my daddy, owner, and god. 
I exist only to serve the Master, live only to obey and satisfy his every desire..." 
she repeated the three-minute long Catechism letter-perfect, over and over again. 

"I dare say. I'm getting hard myself, just watching. How long does this 
process take?"

"About half an hour. After hypnosis, I may reinforce the lesson with a 
little suck-session with Cassie. It calms the Bunnie down, and it helps
to settle the information in her mind, and it's also a little reward
for all my hard work," he explained. "The Master expects this."

"How is such deep hypnosis possible?"

"Basically they hypnotise themselves. It's in their programming. A 
simple phrase is all it takes. Here, I'll show you another example." He 
leaned close to a microphone. "Next, please," he said. A CuddleBunnie, 
who had been sitting in the waiting room outside, walked in happily. She wore a 
flouncy short petticoat and pretty rainbow-print panties. Her necklace had five hearts on it. 
She knelt, gave his penis the obligatory kiss, with a brief bob of fellatio as a sort of extra.
Up/down and done. "Hello, master DiNallo, how may I serve you?" 

"Hello Kathy. Are you ready for your session today?" 

"Oh, yes, master!"

"Good. Give me Deep Obedience, please, Kathy." Her eyes fluttered and 
then drifted shut as her eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. She 
slumped and nearly fell, but DiNallo was ready for this and caught her 
on the way down. "A bit more muscle tone in your legs, dear," he said, 
and she stood swaying just like Cassie. "That's all there is to it. If you
use the phrase and are not a master the response is not as deep and complete.
You can get quite a bit of pleasure that way in any event."

"Amazing."

"Yes. In this mode they're completely plastic and pliable. I can program every thought, 
belief, emotion, desire, and feeling in Kathy's mind right now. As you can see, 
I'm even harder than I was with just Cassie alone." Camera flashes to engorged 
throbbing penis, then back to his face. "Kathy is with me for some work on her manual technique. 
She's been working with me every day for the past week. She doesn't know why she comes here; 
I've programmed her to come at the same time every day. She simply cannot help coming 
to these sessions; only the Master's command could prevent her from coming to me. Her 
manual technique been preventing her from reaching pleasure grade six. The fix is rather 
technical and arcane--and somewhat complicated, we need to program her motor reflexes." 
He affixed some electrodes to her temple and spine and inspected a display. "That should do nicely."

"Sir, we will leave you to your work," said the narrator. 

The camera drifts away from the darkened room, with Cassie droning on in the back 
of the room and DiNallo saying with grave politeness, "Now, 
then, miss, open your eyes and FIX UPON MY PENIS if you please. Now make a fist 
around it...that's right. Here's some K-Y. Now long, slow strokes, my dear, if you please..."
 We see the waiting room, with several CuddleBunnies reading BunnieHop magazine and 
other publications meant for CuddleBunnies. They are awaiting polishing or other 
programming by UnderMaster DiNallo, who has a full afternoon of hypnosis ahead of 
him. "These are the last girls of the day for UnderMaster DiNallo. He's programmed 
fifteen girls this morning and has five girls waiting while he finishes with Cassie 
and Kathy. Kathy needs special attention and he cannot see another girl even though 
Cassie is on autopilot. When he finishes with Kathy he will call in the next girl 
for processing. Sometimes UnderMaster DiNallo will have 3 or 4 girls hypnotized at 
one time when possible. He must exercise tremendous 
self-control to avoid simply making them his playthings as he could 
easily do. But, like the Bunnies, his first duty is to the Master. He 
may suggest that some of the girls visit him this evening for a pleasure session; 
this is allowed--even encouraged--by the Master for his UnderMaster assistants.

"Kimberly has gone back to the harem room after a day of classes. Let's 
look in on her." The camera found the lovely asian, dressed in 
powder-blue panties, watching a video screen with her almond eyes wide 
and sucking her dildo in time with the girl on the screen. "Kimberly is 
doing her homework now," explained the narrator, "from her class in Oral Technique 
earlier in the day. Interestingly she has entered a light trance, which focuses her 
attention more completely and allows her to perform amazing feats of endurance. 
Notice how wide her eyes are as she follows along with the video. She doesn't blink.
She is quite oblivious to all the activity and chatter that surrounds her. I'm 
told that this video lasts well over an hour and she will suck along with it 
until it is over. Then other girls in the room will rouse her from her trance. 
Again, a personal note, I am finding the sight of entranced Bunnies to be 
powerfully exciting and I still have my little erection from before," he chuckled. 
Kimberly's head bobs up and down slowly in time with the video. Several girls 
can be seen, also sucking their dildos, keeping perfect time with Kimberly and 
the video. "Kimberly does her homework assiduously every evening," the narrator 
comments, "along with several other girls. Even though she has five hearts, 
there is always room for improvement. In fact, it is not unusual to find 
Graduates sucking along with the other Bunnies, doing 'refresher courses' 
in the various CuddleBunnie skills. This evening the emphasis is on tongue 
work, and you will notice little Kimberly's tongue is busy, flicking and 
licking the shaft of her dildo as she follows the video." 

The video finishes and Kimberly puts down the dildo. She is still in 
trance, and one of her bedmates awakens her.  The camera follows as she 
kisses the other girl deeply and then they move to the dressers and 
begin trying on new outfits. There is much giggling and commenting on 
the relative merits of the various costumes. Kimberly decides on 
rose-on-white panties and pantyhose for tomorrow.  Grace, the other 
girl, choses a pair of panties with attached half-slip which is 
translucent.  They will both change outfits several times tomorrow but 
these will be the ones they begin the day with.  Especially after 
Swimming an outfit change was necessary, or else the poor girl would be 
cumming all through the rest of the day.

"Meanwhile Cassie has completed her lesson and moved on to
chores." The camera shows the lingerie-clad girl scrubbing one of
the marble hallways which run between the various harem rooms in
the dormatory session. She is smiling, because she is serving her
Master and making the Institute more beautiful.

Change of scenery. "We're at the San Diego local branch, which is a 
smaller copy of the main Institute. The UnderMaster here is Philip 
Johnson, and he is about to 'evaluate' a young girl for admission to the 
Institute. She is Heather Humphrey, only seven years old but quite a beauty 
in her white baby-doll nightie. Those are her parents over there, filming 
the entire session for the record. Now we will watch as Johnson conducts 
his evaluation. No-one has ever seen a complete CuddleBunnie evaluation 
before, so we're in for a treat."

The camera watches the evaluation in detail. It takes about half an 
hour, during which the only sounds are brief commands from Johnson, 
slurping sounds from Heather, an occasional "pop" as her lips pull off 
the tip of his cock, rustling sounds of clothing being changed, and 
hurried little giggles and gasps from Heather. Cameras are heard in the 
background. She is much too busy to do much else but obey the next 
command, except for a ten-minute stretch while he explores her body 
thoroughly. Then she is crying with joy and orgasm. Finally the sound 
of swallowing as she bravely tries to consume his flow, which pumps 
out all over her body and little outfit. Her stomach visibly distends 
and jism leaks out of her mouth around his cock in long slow waves. 
The camera fades out. "Heather has passed her test and given Pleasure, grade four. 

The UnderMaster will recommend her to the Institute for Training. 
Ninety-nine percent of applicants are rejected, so we cheated a bit for 
this program and selected a girl who was considered likely to pass.  
Soon she will be walking though those famous doors with their famous 
slogan, like Cassie and the others, in thrall to the Master. She'll be 
given a four-heart necklace, quite a triumph for a new CuddleBunnie."

Back to the Institute where UnderMaster DiNallo has finished with all 
but the last girl waiting for his attention. "Please come in, Sabrina," 
he calls to her. She is wearing a white slip and pink panties. She has 
three hearts on her necklace. "Sabrina, you are here to reinforce your 
sucking," he tells her. She is slipping into trance without a trigger, 
merely at the sight of his penis. "Not yet, my dear; please wait for 
me," he tells her. "Sabrina here is one of our more easily hypnotizable 
Bunnies," he tells the camera. "She is always a delight to program. We 
joke that she goes around in trance most of the time anyway. As you can 
see she tried to enter the trance state without being told to.  She's 
been known to go throughout the day in trance, obeying her duties while 
deeply under our spell. But this evening we need a bit more direction. 
Now, my dear, trance state, if you please..."

"Sabrina is quite helpless now," says the narrator. "She will suck 
UnderMaster DiNallo for about twenty minutes in deep trance, after 
which she has a Swimming session scheduled."

The camera flicks to several scenes of UnderMasters interacting with 
Bunnies. All curtsey and bend the knee upon sight of an UnderMaster. 
"The girls must curtsey and kneel whenever they encounter an 
UnderMaster," comments the narrator. As the UnderMasters walk through 
the halls girls catching sight of them perform the curtsey and kneel. 
"These gestures of submission are central to what it means to be a 
CuddleBunnie. They are symbols of ultimate submission and obedience, as 
in fact are the little outfits they wear." An UnderMaster strolls 
through a hallway, girls curtseying and kneeling as he passes them. 
"The obligatory kiss is the other part of the little ceremony.  
Some bold girls will take the entire shaft into their mouths and give a few bobs, 
offering oral service without saying a word. Sometimes a master will allow her to continue.

"Sometimes he may use a girl in the corridor," says the narrator. "Other  
girls gather 'round to watch, unless they have pressing duties elsewhere." 
Scene of an UnderMaster being served by a young redhead in the hallway. 
"A knot of CuddleBunnies in the hall always means an UnderMaster or 
Master is being serviced there. Girls are used to being called on for 
sexual service at anytime, and only the Master's command can cause
 one to break away from her service.  Here is UnderMaster Herbert Walker
 of Cleveland, receiving manual service from a CuddleBunnie 
he noticed in a classroom."

A chime and soft voice calls for the young girl, and she stops in 
mid-stroke and runs out the door to serve her true Master.

The camera finds the girls eating supper in the dining hall. Cassie and 
Kimberly are at different tables, but the talk is much the same: little 
girl laughter, gossip and discussion of the day's events. "Did you see 
that new girl--Megan I think--try to Swim?" Kimberly asked, suppressing 
a laugh. "She almost drowned and the lifeguard had to save her. She was 
no good for anything the rest of the day."

"I heard Master is traveling to Detroit next week. One of the bedroom 
girls told me," said another.

"No, it's week after next. I booked the flight," said a Graduate.

"Somebody said they're building a new wing for more dorm space," said 
another girl.

"Well we could use it. We're drowning in Cuddlebunnies here."

"Master visited my Advanced Sucking class today!"

"No! Really?"

"Uh huh. I don't remember much because he put us all into trance as soon 
as he came in."

"Oooh. How nice."

"Did you hear what the Master made Samantha do in the bathroom?"

"No! Tell us!"

And so on and so forth. A wonder that the food got eaten, with all the 
talking going on.

"It's Homecuming week here at the Institute, with Graduates from all 
over the world returning for refresher sessions. There are twenty 
UnderMasters here to help process the girls, who attend regular classes 
with the other Bunnies. Each night is a special Graduate Recital, with 
UnderMasters and the Master riding as many girls as possible. Graduates 
and their CuddleMommies flock to the Institute during Homecuming week, 
and it is a chance for the girls to meet old friends made while 
Undergraduate Bunnies and meet the new crop of Bunnies. The Graduates 
give special classes in the evening to the younger Bunnies and refresh 
their wardrobes.  When they leave, they will be reattached to their 
local UnderMaster, who sees to their welfare during the rest of the 
year, polishing them and making sure they keep their Vickie's Secret 
wardrobe current. The Institute is a beehive of activity during 
Homecuming week.

"During Homecuming week, the Master pretty much confines his attentions 
to the returning Graduates. Graduates, of course, having 9 or 10 
hearts, are capable of giving Him maximal Pleasure. Each time He 
Takes one, every CuddleBunnie with free time make sure to watch.  The Master 
Bedroom is crowded with onlookers.  Sometimes he strolls about the 
campus, Taking a Grad as the whim suits Him. Again, a knot of undergrad 
CuddleBunnies will gather wherever and whenever this happens.  There are 
always a few with cameras and videos to capture the festivities."

"The masters are all firm but gentle with their clutch of Bunnies. 
Since the Bunnies are so obedient, discipline is never required. 
All that is needed is a command and the Bunny will comply. Even 
Resistants mut obey even if they don't like it. The masters are 
always trying to convert Resistancs with more or less success, 
but it matters little, because all that is required is obedience 
and submission, and even Resistants must obey and submit."  Scene 
of a Resistant Bunnie giving head. "Katherine here is a very resistant 
Bunnie, but as you can see she is giving oral service to her master as 
if her life depended upon it. In a way it does, for she is just as 
addicted to his sperm as any other Bunnie."

"The Master--and to a lesser extent the UnderMasters--have a mysterious 
capacity for orgasm.  They can literally coat a young girl from head to 
toe with sperm, with the usual results. Their ability to produce male 
essence is not well understood--and they are not talking.  During 
filming here, we have seen several girls giving Pleasure with the 
result that she is covered with cum--literally saturated with it--
her little outfit clinging to her body due to the moisture.  
CuddleBunnies so saturated must be led to the showers to clean off--
after an appropriate interval--to allow her to function normally again.  
The masters say this effect--saturation in semen--is a useful adjunct to a 
Bunnie's training regimen.  Here is little Leslie Nelson, freshly covered 
in semen, being led to the showers. As you can see, she can barely walk 
and it would be useless to speak to her since she is quite incoherent 
right now. Her tiny baby-doll nightie is plastered to her skin by the drying semen."

======================================================

"This is Bunnie Melinda Cox. She is twelve and has four hearts on her 
necklace. She looks fetching in pink panties and transparent harem 
pants. Melinda is giving us an interview today. Tell me, miss, how you 
came to be a CuddleBunnie."

"One of the other cheerleaders in school gave me the Master's card. I 
showed it to my family and we made an appointment with the UnderMaster 
for St. Louis. He evaluated me."

"And did it go well?"

"Yes, very well. I got three hearts."

"What happened then?"

"Well we applied to the Institute, and meanwhile I collected Vickie's 
Secret and wore it to school. The girls were all envious. I received 
preliminary Training with UnderMaster Phelps, who helped me a lot."

"Helped you how?"

"He taught me obedience, and submissiveness--also oral technique and 
manual technique.  On weekends I took special dance classes and joined a 
CuddleBunnie Girl Scout Troop."

"How long did this last?"

"About three months. Then the letter of admission came from the 
Institute. They are very selective, as you know."

"When will you graduate?"

"Master says it will be another year. I need more hearts. I'm practicing my 
sucking and Swimming, which are my weak points."

"Do you miss your parents?"

"My Master is my Daddy now," she responded. "My old parents come in for 
Homecuming week and for Recitals. They always cheer me on."

"Have you made any friends here?"

"Oh yes. Many. All of my dorm mates and some Graduates. My best friend 
is Cecelia Young; she's my age and has three hearts. We serve the Master 
frequently--often as bathroom girls. She's really cute and looks great in 
bikini panties. We go Swimming every day together."

"Tell me about Swimming."

"Well, it's wonderful. At first I had trouble but I'm getting better. I 
can swallow almost all the way now.  Of course it is hard, being in 
orgasm and all, but the lifeguards pull me out sometimes.  Sometimes I 
cum for hours afterward, and I don't eat dinner 'cause my tummy is full 
of Master's cum."

"It's addictive, isn't it?"

"Yes. If a CuddleBunny doesn't get some of Master's cum within a week, 
she gets sick. Once the Master got tired of a Bunnie and she died. It 
was horrible.  But it is a great incentive for keeping Master happy.  
And we Swim every day, 'cause the rotation wouldn't let all of us serve 
the Master directly in time to get our cum."

"I understand the Master believes in individual Training for his 
Bunnies."

"Yes. He tries to tutor a few girls a day.  And of course there are 
always several companions for the night. And the UnderMasters help out, 
those in residence.  You can't get a heart unless you give Pleasure to 
the Master or an UnderMaster one-on-one."

"And when you have 9 or ten hearts?"

"Then we Graduate. It's a big ceremony, being finally taken the way 
CuddleBunnies were meant to be. Master flies in our families to watch; 
sometimes our friends and relatives too.  I've seen six Graduations, and it's 
like heaven for the Graduates."

"What happens to a Graduate when she gets too old to please her master?"

"She either dies or becomes a talent scout.  Many of our graduates are 
teachers or Girl Scout leaders.  The ones on the outside come by the 
local branch to Swim every week, 'cause they still need their does of 
master's cum.  They refer new girls to the Institute or one of the 
branches.  They show the Master's card to the parents, and sometimes 
hold assemblies in thier schools so that all the girls want to be 
CuddleBunnies.  Sometimes they become SalesBunnies at Vickie's Secret, 
or designers for new outfits at the main factory. Some go on tour giving 
lectures and slide shows.  Almost all the Girl Scout troops are now part of the 
Institute, and so Graduate Bunnies help out with those, too."
======================================================
"The Training at the Institute and its branches is continuous, even 
while the Bunnies sleep--they repeat the lessons they learned during the day. 
It's not unusual to see a sleeping Bunnie sucking on a dildo or on her thumb. 
Every activity is designed to promote more obedience and deeper submission. 
Every Bunnie wakes just a bit more submissive than she was the day before. 
Today UnderMaster DiNallo has a Resistant CuddleBunnie on his schedule. She
 is right on time, having been commanded to be there by the Master. She 
cannot disobey. Her name is Ella Clark; she is eight years old and 
has two hearts. Ella wears a half-slip and yellow nylon panties. 
She curtseys and kisses DiNallo's cock per CuddleBunnie rules but 
somehow one can tell that her heart is not in it. UnderMaster 
DiNallo has been hypnotizing her for almost a month and her 
attitude has improved. Like the others she does not know why she is 
here. DiNallo asks her for Deep Obedience and she falls easily into 
trance. He fits a pair of earphones on her head and plays a 
pre-programmed session for her which is designed to alter her attitude. 
After he is finished with her, other techniques will be used, including 
the "total immersion in sperm" method which has gained some noteriety 
among the masters. Swimming in the Institute Pool is similar to this, 
except that it is expected. The "total immersion" technique is 
unexpected, and it is thought that the shock of immersion helps the 
Resistant Bunnie to accept her condition. In any event, as a CuddleBunny 
at the Institute, she will give Pleasure, willy-nilly, and will gain 
hearts as her skills progress. Eventually she will Graduate like the 
others, and become one of the Master's wives. She will obey His every 
command, and give sexual Pleasure at levels nine or ten whenever it 
is demanded of her. Resistant girls take longer to reach Graduation, 
so Ella may be fifteen or sixteen by the time she is ready to accept 
her Master's Cock. She knows this is her fate, and UnderMaster 
DiNallo is helping her to accept it."

DiNallo comments: "About halfway through her lesson, she'll open her 
eyes and suck my cock. The instructions on the hypno tape tell her how 
much she likes it, how satisfying it is, how good cum tastes, and so 
forth. She takes the normal classes in cock sucking, so her technique is fine; 
it's her attitude towards giving pleasure we are working on here. Can you 
imagine the feeling of a hypnotized Bunnie sucking your cock, dressed as 
they do? It's quite a rush," DiNallo remarked.

======================================================
Dolly Misoshi was a Graduate CuddleBunnie and a bedroom girl. Right now
she was lying on a pillow, dressed in snow-white panties and a half-slip,
watching a pair of girls give Pleasure. She was smiling; she always did
when Pleasure was given to the Master. It did not matter who was giving
Pleasure so long as the Cock was erect and CuddleBunnies were serving
it. As a bedroom girl she sometimes was called upon to give Pleasure,
if the Master got lazy and called upon the closest girls. She had been
ridden just yesterday, in fact, and dreamily recalled the satisfaction
of Pleasuring the Master.

======================================================
"It's night time here at the Institute, and the Bunnies in residence are 
settling in for the evening. The CuddleMommies have picked up the 
off-campus girls and the Institute population is now about 250 girls. 
They've all had their dinner, and the kitchen crew is cleaning up." 
Brief shot of girls loading big dishwashers with pots, pans and plates 
and cutlery. "In harem room 31, Cassie has selected a big bed which she 
will share with several other Bunnies. She's got on a nightie once 
again, and is yawning and tired from the day's activities, still a 
little fuzzy from her session with DiNallo. But she's in for a surprise, 
and so are we."

A low note sounded and all the CuddleBunnies became alert. A soft female voice spoke. 
"Bunnies Cindy McAdams, Josie Williamson, Lisette Williams and Cassie Stewart to 
the Master Bedroom at once," said the soft voice. Cassie jumped up and grabbed a 
small overnight case and sprinted for the door. "Now she will do anything--even 
kill--to get to her Master as rapidly as possible. Nothing can stop her," remarked 
the narrator. The camera finds her running down the hallway, joined by three other 
beautiful girls in lingerie. All carried overnight cases stuffed with lingerie. 
They run as if responding to a five-alarm fire or a 'code blue' in a hospital; 
full-tilt, everything pumping. They close in on the doors of the Master Bedroom. 
The camera follows them inside and we catch our first glimpse of the Master, 
surrounded by little girls, his erection powerful and looking just like the 
sculpture in the entrance hall. The girls run up to Him. Each kisses His 
penis and curtseys, then falls to her knees. "How may we serve You, Master?" 
they murmur in unison.

"You've been selected by the rotation computer--all except Cassie--to be my 
companions this evening," He tells them. "I require your obedience and service."

"Oh, yes, Master!" they exclaim, again as one.

He scatters his other playthings with a gesture. They take their places, 
calmly watching the unfolding pleasure session. "These little ones have got 
Me nice and hard. Show Me what you can do," He suggests casually. "Cassie,
 come here and suck My cock. Cindy, dance for me. Show off your pretty undies.
 Lisette, use your tongue on my ears and nipples. Josie, come over here and 
stand still." The camera watches as the girls do as commanded. Soon Cindy is 
dancing in her little panties to a soft melody that comes from nowhere. Josie 
is being fondled--and is squirming and sighing as the Master's hands explore her 
little body through the thin nylon. Cassie is industriously sucking, giving head 
as her UnderMaster has trained her to do. And Lisette is kissing and licking 
his ears and nipples, occasionally thrusting her tongue into one ear or the 
other. Lisette is ten, and is wearing shiny white panties. Cassie has on her 
nightie, which rides up exposing her panties from the rear as she sucks. 

Josie also wears only tiny pink bikini panties. She's twelve and has 
tiny little breastlets, which the Master squeezes hard. Cindy is nine 
but already expert in her major of erotic dance. The Cock throbs. Cassie 
redoubles her efforts, fondling His balls as she mouth-humps Him. "That's 
very nice, girls," says the Master, leaning back. Lisette adjusts her 
position to reach His ear and Josie sidles over to give Him more convenient 
access to her body.

The camera watches the girls perform for several minutes.

"Every part of Josie's body is available to the Master," intones the 
narrator in a hushed voice. "She cannot resist Him in the slightest way. 
Nor can any of the others. What you are seeing is total feminine obedience: 
the essence of Femininity. The girls are focused on only one task--to bring 
Him maximum Pleasure. From my studies of the Institute, I can say that the 
Master is now experiencing grade six Pleasure, verging at times on grade seven. 
The girls will have to work as a team--take it up a notch--to reach the higher 
levels. This can take time, but there is plenty of time in this long night of 
the Institute." He falls silent and we watch the team at their work. Cassie
 shows how thoroughly her gag reflex has been suppressed as her throat bulges 
from the size of the Cock. Josie grinds her pelvis against His knuckles. 
Lisette's tongue darts in and out of His ear. Cindy dances with languid abandon.

"As you can see, Cassie has her three hearts, Lisette has five, Cindy 
six and Josie four. One would think therefore that the most Pleasure 
they can give would be six, or Cindy's best--but this is not the case. 
When CuddleBunnies 'team up' on the Master they can give much more 
Pleasure than the maximum of any one girl. In theory any group of two or 
more girls can give grade ten Pleasure, but this is very rare."

A word and the girls automatically rotate--like a volleyball team. Cindy 
finds herself, dressed in a new outfit, being fondled. Lisette--also 
changed into a nightie--is sucking. Cassie is dancing in a half-slip and 
panties and Josie is working on His ear. Another girl comes up and 
silently kneels and begins sucking His toes and fingers. "The new girl is 
Hiromi Ogata, an 'Advanced Study' girl from Portland. She has been doing 
bedroom duty today and has responded to a gesture from the Master signaling 
her to join the group."

"The team responds with quiet efficiency to His commands. It melts and 
reforms according to His desires. Each girl knows her duty and 
responsibilities in driving her Master to orgasm. All of the girls are 
in orgasm as well--you can tell by their somewhat ragged breathing and 
little tremors that pass through them--but they are trained not to let 
that interfere with service. A discipline taught here--Cock Worship, it 
is called--teaches the more adept girls to respond to the desires of the 
Cock through subconscious signalling rather than voice command. It is said 
that a girl truly adept at Cock Worship just 'knows' what It needs and moves 
to fulfil that need before it can be spoken. You can see a little of that in 
how Lisette is working the Cock right now. See how she speeds up and slows down, 
adjusting the tension in her lips? The Cock is speaking directly to her 
nervous system. In effect she is performing a little dance with It. 
Caught up in the dance, she responds unconciously to whatever it needs 
to feel the most Pleasure. Oh! A small groan from the Master. He has 
reached a plateau at grade seven Pleasure. Notice how the Cock throbs 
in rhythm with Lisette's bobbing. How Josie's licking is in time with 
the throbbing too. How Cassie's dance is in rhythm with everyone else. 
The result is a complex ballet of Pleasure and orgasm, a sort of fugue 
which builds and builds until ultimate release."

"Another word and another change of position and another outfit change. 
The girls change lingerie so naturally that it almost takes you by 
surprise; they flow into the new costumes without breaking stride. Now 
Cindy is sucking, Cassie is being fondled, Josie is dancing and Lisette 
is being fondled. The new girl, Hiromi, is still working on His fingers 
and toes but she too has changed outfits. Hiromi is a six-heart Bunnie; 
she is dressed in flower-print panties and a little slip. The music has 
changed, its pace up a notch. Cindy's sucking becomes more rapid. 
Josie's dance faster. All still in rhythm with the Cock. This is a truly 
amazing sight; five CuddleBunnies in full service to their Master. Let's watch a while."

The camera slowly focuses its attention, first on one girl, then 
another. The music builds. "Now I believe the team has reached grade 
eight. Yes. Eight it is. Pre-come is visible at the tip of the Cock. The
 girls are on a roll; they've found the groove and are just building 
momentum. See how fast Cindy's suck-dance has become, by infinitesimal 
stages. She's out of breath from the orgasms and the physical exertion 
but she will suck until He comes or she is told to stop or she 
dies--whichever comes first. She does not even notice her body's oxygen 
deficit--like a trained athlete, which, in a sense, is what she is. 
Trained, anyway. Now is when all the aerobic exercise and Swim lessons 
pay off."

The Master groans again. "Grade nine now and it is very close. He can 
cum at any moment or prolong things for hours. The girls have been 
teaming up on Him for 45 minutes now and they can sense that He is 
reaching a peak. If He commands, they will slow down to help Him prolong 
the Pleasure. He can settle in at grade eight for several hours if He wishes 
or do a sprint from here to orgasm, just as He pleases. Another shift--and 
a surprise with Hiromi now sucking! Perhaps He had been holding her in 
reserve for just this moment. She's a veteran and her major is in cock 
sucking. Her six heart tokens glitter as she bobs. Only thirteen but 
she has been studying Cock Worship for three years. She has a merit 
badge in the subject from the Girl Scout troop attached to the Institute 
and she is showing why right now. She's in it for the long haul, she's 
got her second wind and she's meshed with the rest of the team very nicely.
 She can bring Him over the top anytime now..."

"Girlish cries of delight and joy as the Cock begins to pump out a 
seemingly endless stream of sperm. Hiromi swallows gamely but there is 
plenty left for the others who rush to slurp up the remainder. They are 
quite addicted to His cum and will gobble down as much as they can 
hold." The camera watches as the girls compete for His semen, their 
little tongues lapping furiously. Their pretty outfits are stained and 
saturated with semen and they are all deep in orgasm but that is normal 
for them. Finally they all snuggle up to him in bed and all fall deeply 
asleep.

The narrator stands in front of a darkened Institute. "And there you 
have our day at the Institute. A day filled with Pleasure and obedience; 
a day just like yesterday and just like tomorrow for the Bunnies of the Institute."

"This has been a BBC presentation in cooperation with the Discovery 
Channel."

Little girls all over the country, having watched the special with their families, 
beg to be CuddleBunnies. Phone calls flood in. Reservations are made with local 
UnderMasters. Vickie's Secret enjoys a surge of sales.  Along with CuddleBunnie 
magazine, new publications spring up, including publications for parents. 
Web Blogs also appear, offering news and advise for aspiring CuddleBunnies. 
"This Week at the Institute" is a popular blog, operating out of the Institute, 
carrying news and editorials about the CuddleBunnies and their activities.  
Mommies start sewing Vickie's Secret patterns for girls who cannot buy them. 
Extra Graduates are assigned to be SalesBunnies at Vickie's Secret stores.

