Message-ID: <38455asstr$1032869404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@news3.infoave.net> X-Original-Path: STJ From: shattered_mind@nospam.hotmail.com (Naive) X-Original-Message-ID: <amp5qt$f0gh$1@news3.infoave.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2002 07:56:14 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2002 07:55:35 GMT Subject: {ASSM} A Safe Home - Chap. 1 Revised (F+/m, bd, Fdom, exhib) Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2002 08:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/38455> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar ~ FYI ~ I have a new web site open at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/naive/www/ please feel free to visit and look for updates at any time. ~~~~~~~ ---------------------------- (C)2002 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive) Copyright information: This story is the sole property of SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive). No one has the right to alter, distribute, or sell this story with out my written permission. I do hear by give the right to give or display this story to anyone who wants it as long as it's free of charge. Changes and follow-up stories should have my permission. Any grammatical or spelling changes are permissible as long as it does not alter the concept. ---------------------------- This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to read this story. This story contains adult situations and sexual content. If subject matter of this type offends please DO NOT read any further. Thank you. ---------------------------- A Safe Home (Chapter 1) Revised by Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com It was hard after my father died. I'd always looked up to him. In fact, I wanted to be just like him. Guess that's why Mom did what she did. Looking back I'm not sure if I should resent her or not. I still talk with her; guess sometime over the past eight years I've forgiven her. But, I should start at the beginning. My name is Brian Moore. I was fifteen when my father died, and it's at that point that Mom kind of lost it. Suddenly, I was the center of her world and she was determined to make sure I didn't die like my father; in some macho accident. You see my father was a stunt man, one of the coolest jobs ever, but a misplaced air cannon threw him into a wall killing him instantly. And that event changed my life forever. The insurance he left us was enough to make us quite wealthy, but it was the settlement from the movie company that made us rich. It's not like we ever lived like it though. In fact, we kept the same house, still drove my Dad's old beat up brown four by four, and never went out and spent the money on allot of new stuff. So, as far as most people were concerned we were just the same old normal middle class family we had been, sans father of course. But all that was just an illusion. It was sometime late in the summer, right before school started that it all started. I remember coming home from a baseball game with the guys. Mom had been with the insurance and movie people all day. She'd just gotten home a bit before me. I came in pretty dirty and battered from a rough game, and Mom had the oddest look of concern in her eyes. I just stood there for a minute; finally I asked her what was wrong. She said I was just like my father, that got a smile out of me. Mom just gave me a dirty look and walked off. Looking at the settlement on the table I had about five million in trust waiting for me on my twenty-first birthday. To say I had little worries was an under statement - at least that's what I thought. I ran off to take a shower, as Mom poured me something to drink. It was odd, as a gulped down the tea, and popped into the shower. I had this feeling that things were about to change. That's when I started feeling light headed and everything went black. I had just enough time to yell for Mom, as I slid into the tub unconscious. I'm not sure how long I was out. But, I woke feeling really groggy. I didn't know where I was, or what was happening. Trying to sit up, did little except tell me I was tied down. It was like a flash, that moment of panic cleared my head in seconds, leaving just a dull pounding in it's place. My heart raced as I scanned the blackness for any sign of where I was. I was helpless, tied down, and spread eagle. Pulling and yanking at my bonds did little except set off a little buzzer; some kind of alert connected to them. The door opened, blinding me with a flash of light from the hallway. It took me a couple seconds to get my sight back. When it did Mom was standing there. All that tension and fear I had building up started to wash away. I wasn't alone anymore. Mom would save me from whatever was happening. In the dim light I could see my bonds; leather manacles lined in fur strapped to the metal bed rails. What worried me though, was I couldn't really feel them. It was like my whole body was numb; from head to foot I felt nothing. I panicked again when I noticed I was tied down naked, right there in front of Mom. Nothing could be worse. Flushing three shades of red I laid there in shock. Leaning down Mom kissed me on the forehead like nothing was out if the ordinary. "Hello, Honey." She said looking down at me, worry filling her eyes. I tried to beg her to help me, untie me, or at least tell me what was going on, but everything just came out as an unintelligible mumble. I couldn't even talk. Pulling at my bonds in panic I tried to get free. What was wrong with me? "Calm down, Honey. Everything's going to be just fine. It won't be long before the medicine wears off. I know you must be a little surprised, and a bit scared. But, that'll all go away soon enough.". She tried to reassure me with a little smile, but it did nothing. Suddenly, the overhead lights flashed on, blinding me a second time. Closing the door behind her, another woman walked in. Standing beside my Mother, she was a tall blond woman with a nice figure; though I couldn't see much with that long white coat of hers. "This is Dr. Sanderson. She's going to be helping you." Nothing was making sense. What was going on? What was happening to me? Sitting down beside me, the doctor caressed my cheek with the back of her hand, trying to calm me a little. "Don't worry Brian, their's nothing wrong with you. The drugs your mother gave you won't hurt you at all; and, like she said, they should be wearing off very soon. We're just here to talk with you. You see your Mother's enrolled you into our unique little school. We're going to help and teach you be a good obedient little boy for her." The doctor gave me a little smile. "That's right Honey. I'm going to make sure you never end up like your father." Kissing my forehead she looked to the doctor. "I'm going to have to go soon; they'll only let parents come in and explain a little on the fist day. That's why I'm here. For the next nine or ten months they're going to be taking care of you." It was at that point I started crying, I just couldn't stop. I didn't understand what was happening. I was always good, I had good grades, I never took drugs, I didn't even go to that many parties, and I'd never even come home late once. Why was she doing this to me? "Don't cry, baby. You'll learn to love your new school." Touching my cheek she tried to comfort me, but her fingers felt so cold, and at that moment I felt more alone then I ever have. "I know this must be trying for you Brain. But, don't worry, it won't take long for you to fit right in here at the academy." Smiling the doctor got up to leave. "We're going to leave you alone for a short while, so I can get your Mother to sign a few more forms." With that they were gone, and I truly was alone again. Still knowing nothing of my upcoming ordeal. It was a little while later when another woman came in. She was younger than the doctor, in fact, she couldn't have been much older than me. Maybe twenty at most. She sat down beside me with a smile. I don't think I've ever been more embarrassed or humiliated in my life. There I was buck naked and crying in front of this woman. "My names Jeannine." She said. Gently placing her hand on my chest. "I'm going to be your first instructor." With her index finger she started drawing little patterns on my chest. Goose bumps rose the length of my skin. "Your Mother didn't get a chance to explain things to you, so I'm going to. You see this is a special school for rich little boys and girls whose parents have decided they need to be taught, a little differently. Some to be more submissive and others to be more dominant. Some are brought here as punishment, while others are brought to be trained as sex slaves: either way, we teach them all the same - to be good little children and slaves. And those training to be more dominant help out the instructors." Caressing my chest and belly with her fingers was starting to effect me. My dick was stirring beyond my control. I tried to think of anything else but her soft caress. Still it did nothing to stop my rising passion. She was just so pretty. Her red hair tumbling down her back and framing her perfect porcelain features. Eyes a sea of infinite blue. Even through my haze of embarrassment, their was just something erotic about the situation. "But you're here to learn the pleasures of submission." Her fingers circled my nipple then slowly she started pinching and pulling on it. I inhaled deeply arching my back with the intense sensation. My senses were definitely returning, just like Mom and doctor Sanderson had said. But for some reason I was more in tune with them; they seemed more intense. "Why are you doing this to me?" I gasped out. My voice raspy and parched. "You know so many children ask that." She said grasping my growing erection, turning it to stone. Her soft touch, more in control of my body then I. Of course, no one's ever touched me like that. It was a new experience. One quickly pushing me to the edge. A place I didn't want to go. It would just be too humiliating, too embarrassing, cuming in front of her. Lightly rubbing my cock between her fingers, she had me ready to blow. "But, I haven't met one that liked the answer." Pulling her hand away just as I was ready to crest, she smiled. Closing my eyes I had to grit my teeth with frustration, but it did little to help. I was at war inside: one side wanting the pleasure, the explosive release, the other too embarrassed and shy to even believe this was happening. My cock was pulsing and dribbling, a small pool, of pre-cum onto my stomach. "You see we do it because we're getting paid, and paid quite well at that." Getting up Jeannine pored a glass of water from a little table, just behind me. Again she sat beside me, her body rubbing against mine, and poured a little water into my mouth. Even through all the tension, frustration, and embarrassment I couldn't help but enjoy the cool water on my dry tongue and throat. "Thanks." I said halfheartedly. "Oh that's good." Jeannine smiled. "I think your going to do well here. You already have some manners. As a prize I'm going to finish you off." As she let her long fingernails slowly play down my stomach, my body was tense with anticipation and apprehension. My cock twitching as her soft fingers drew near. Slowly, encasing me in their gentle embrace. Her strokes slow and torturous. It didn't take long though, for me to reach the edge again. Taking a nipple between her fingers she started pulling and twisting it, sending me crashing over the edge. But, she kept stroking as I came all over my stomach, chest, and neck. Jeannie just giggled, as she drained even the last few drops from me. It was hard fall from the high of orgasm to the realization of what had really just happened. What I had done. Needless to say I was beyond humiliated. My body had betrayed me. Tears welled in my eyes, I wanted to be anywhere but right there as the salty drops started running down my face. What was happening to me? Jeannine just smiled, running a finger through my tears. Sensually she extended her tongue, and let a single drop fall onto it. "I just love to see a boy cry. I hope you're a crier, I like that in my boys." Looking deep into my eyes, her smile turned wicked. "I think I'll leave just like this. Your mother will be so proud. Or do you think she'll realize just what a bad little boy you really are?" "No, please!" My bonds rattled as I pulled at them. Straining to get free. "I can't let my Mom see me like this! Please! I'll do anything, just don't leave me like this." My voice trailing her as she walked to the door. "All right. This time. But later your going to have to pay for this little favor." Slowly, she massaged my cum into my stomach, chest, and legs. Her soft hands more erotic than anything I'd ever felt before. My cock was steel as she finished with me. Luckily, you could barely tell I'd cum at all. Sliding a finger into her mouth, she sucked at it and smiled. "Mmm, you are a sweet little boy." Giggling, she left me alone to wait. It was a few minutes later that Mom and Doctor Sanderson appeared. I couldn't even look at them. My hard on was still ragging. It was humiliating being that way in front of my mother. But no matter what thought crossed my mind I couldn't get it to go down. If nothing, trying not to think of it only made it harder. "Honey, look at me.", taking my chin in her hand, she pulled my eyes to hers. "I want you to know I'm doing this for your own good. One day you'll thank me for this." Pulling my face free I looked away. I'm sure the anger and hate I felt at that moment was clear on my face. How could she do this to me? "Don't worry Mrs. Moore. It'll take him a little while to acclimate to his new environment. When you come back he'll be thanking you and begging to do what ever you ask. If not, we'll keep him here for another, more intense, round of treatment." "I'm sorry, Honey, but this is for the best." With that she was gone. "That was a mistake little boy." Said Doctor Sanderson, as she sat on the bed beside me grabbing a hand full of hair, forcing me to look at her. "You'll need to learn that cheeky little boys get punished." Lightly with her other hand she started scratching over my nipples causing them to perk up. "That's ten demerit we'll add to your days total. You see our little school here runs on the demerit system. The more demerits, the more you get punished. Not that you won't get punished anyway, but it'll be worse the more demerits you have." Using her nails she ran the length of my penis from head to base; jolting me like an electric current. "After a while you may even learn to enjoy it here." "I'm a prisoner here. How am I suppose to enjoy that?" "Don't think of it that way. Just think of it as a new school, with a few, distinct, differences." Creeping down my inner thigh, her fingers worked at me. "You're a very pretty boy Brian. You might be surprised how much you'll like it here. I'll send Christie in to help explain the rules to you. Just relax, everything's going to be just fine." With that she stood, tickling the end of my penis with her fingers, and walked out. It was quite some time, maybe an hour or more before anyone returned. She was a young girl about my own age, wearing what looked like a little schoolgirl's uniform. Though, she was quite stunning in her little blue skirt and knee high white socks. Shiny black shoes clacking away across the white tiled floor. A ponytail held her long blond hair in its grip, hanging over her shoulder. I know even if I wasn't naked, I would have blushed in her presence. She was one of most beautiful girls I've ever seen. "Hello, my name's Christie. I'm here to teach you the rules, and get you settled into your new home." Smiling, her green eyes sparkled as she looked down at me. "First thing you should know is that this is a no-no." My flaccid cock stirred with new life, at her touch. "A boy is always suppose to show respect to all the women he meets. A respectful boy shows it with this little thing.", wiggling my quickly extending cock at me. "It should be hard in the presence of any woman, when it's out. Let me just help you with that little problem." With skillful hands she quickly stroked my cock ridged. Even my balls were pray to her tender ministrations. Even through the embarrassment, I ached with passion for her. I've never felt like that before. Using my own pre-cum she slicked me up, bringing me closer and closer to bursting. Just as I reached a mind numbing haze, ready to explode from depths I've never dreamt of, she stopped. Squeezing the base of my cock, she robbed me of my pleasure just an instant before I came. The pain was intense. My balls throbbed, and my dick wouldn't quit pulsing. They were both just begging to cum. Arching my back and closing my eyes, I prayed for just a little more stimulation. It was humiliating - I had no control. I was like an animal. "That's better. But, the second rule you need to remember is don't cum without permission." She reached down and started untying me. "You'll be tied up like this every evening, until the Mistresses think you won't try to escape. Not that anyone ever has, but many have tried and been punished severely for it." As she finished releasing me I rubbed at my wrists and ankles. They were a little sore from all the tugging and pulling. Directing me to kneel at her feet she said, "When ever you greet a Mistress or an instructor you must present yourself to her." Tapping my knees apart, "You'll need to spread your legs apart a little more. Now lean back on your upright heels and put your hands on the back of your head. Good." Her smile told me when I was in the correct position. "Do I have to stay like this?" I said, trying to choke back the tears. A sudden shock of pain hit me, as she tapped my balls hard with her shinny black shoes. Instinctively I reached down to cover myself, but before I could even move she grabbed a clump of my hair, pulling me back into position. "Third rule, never speak unless spoken to. Fourth, never break position." She smiled as I placed my hands back behind my head. "That's a good boy. Also, remember that every boy is second class here. Even to the newest female, you must serve as she asks." Letting my hair go, she slid her hand down my arm, then traced it back up as she stepped behind me. Leaning down, I could feel her hot breath brushing the nape of my neck. A chill ran down my spine, maybe through my very soul. Her hands followed my every contour, as she moved them down my sides to the top of my hips. With one hand she let her fingers tip-toe around to my cock, now at half-mast. Inhaling my scent, her other hand caressed the curve of my ass. Forcefully squeezing and caressing my cheeks, like I belonged to her. Encircling my cock, her nimble fingers easily aroused me again. "It's a shame you're already breaking the rules. But that's okay, I know it's only your first day, so I'll be nice and only give you ten demerits. Also, it's lucky for me I'm your guide today: I get to give you your punishment tonight." My cock kept jerking as her hand drifted away and she stood. Taking my right arm, she folded it down to the middle of my back. The cold steel and distinct metallic clicking told me what was coming, as the handcuffs locked around my wrist. Whatever was to come I knew I wasn't going to like it. My left hand quickly followed locked in it's own metallic embrace, leaving me trapped and helpless. She ordered me to stand, which I did with difficulty, as she walked back around. Gripping my cock with confidence she led me from the room. I was her dog on my own personal leash. The hall was well lit and smelt of strong cleansers. In all ways in fact it looked like a hospital. Door after door numbered and with clipboards hanging from them. I tried to pull back as she lead me out, but her grip just tightened. People were wandering up and down the halls. More people then I wanted to see. More people then I wanted to see me. Some were doctors and nurses, but others just seemed to be wandering through. If my hands weren't bound I would've at least tried to cover myself. But, all I could do was look down or away. Avoiding any kind of eye contact. Every so often though, I'd get this feeling someone was watching me, and I had to look up. Whenever I did, I'd usually catch some woman checking me out, not that they hide it. They all had these vicious little smiles as I went past, or maybe that's just how it seemed. I was beet red from head to toe. Nothing could have ever prepared me for what they were doing to me now. "This is our local hospital. It's usually not this busy, but with school just starting they've been processing allot of students. Blood work and such. In fact, I think you're probably the last of the students here this semester." Looking over her shoulder she smiled. "I know that this must be a little embarrassing for you. But, after awhile you'll get use to it. Well, maybe." Laughing a little, she slowed our pace just as we reached a set of double doors. Outside it was a bright and sunny day, and I knew that's where we were heading. I've never wanted to hide so much in my life as the moment we walked out those doors. If Christie hadn't tightened her grip to a painful level, I would've bolted. When I thought there were allot of people inside, it didn't even compare. There were small groups of people everywhere. And, most of them were around my age and female. Wearing their little schoolgirl outfits. Their were also a few groups of guys around in blue slacks and white shirts with ties and shinny black shoes. They looked almost business like. And then there I was - naked. Needless to say I got a few looks, and quite a few stares. Not like it was anything out of the ordinary, but just sizing me up. From here and there I caught a few cat calls and whistles. I wanted the ground to just open up and swallow me, never to be seen again. My understating of humiliation was reaching astronomic new levels. But, even through all the embarrassment my cock wouldn't stop pulsing in Christie's hand. She was snickering, and I'm sure it's because she could feel it. I couldn't have stood cuming in front of all those people. As best I could, I tried to think of anything else, but failed miserably. Algebra, baseball, anything non-sexual to block out the overwhelming fact that I was being lead naked across a field of people, by my cock. Christie was no help, in fact, she seemed to be trying to make it worse. Using a few fingers she started stimulating the sensitive underside of my penis. Knowing just the right spot to get the biggest reaction out of me. Luckily, she wasn't trying to make me cum. She stopped right before I did squeezing me back from the edge. I was her personal fiddle. Embarrassed beyond belief, I felt lightheaded. If we'd stopped, I would've just fallen over, my legs were rubber. Tripping a few times over my feet, I was out of it. Christie said something here and there but not a single word made it over the pounding in my ears. She even slowed our pace a little to make sure I kept standing. It was an eternity before we reached the other building. Pushing me down into a chair as soon as we entered, Christie looked at me. To say I was a bit freaked is an understatement; I hadn't even noticed I was starting to hyperventilate. "Calm down, Brian. Everything's going to be just fine." She pushed my head down between my legs and told me to take slow breaths. After a minute or so I was starting to feel okay, well as okay as can be expected. "Wow, that doesn't happen very often. Are you okay?" Giving her a little nod, I couldn't help feeling nothing was ever going to be okay again. "You must be really shy. I'm sorry that was so rough on you, but we have to go." Helping me up by the arm, she lead me to a small room off to the left of the entrance. As soon as we walked in I noticed the woman standing behind the long counter. She smiled at me as we came in. "Hello, you must be Brian. My names Helen." As she spoke, I couldn't help noticing how she eyed me up and down. Blushing with renewed force only help to make me realize my situation. "I'm going to put together your wardrobe. I'm sure by now your ready for some new clothes." "Excuse me for a minute would you Miss Helen." Christie said leaving us alone. "Come on back here so I can take your measurements." She opened a little door built into the counter and lead me back. "My you are a cute one." Letting her hands rub down my thighs. It was odd how everyone felt so free with my body. What had Mom had gotten me into? Helen unlocked my hands. "Thanks, Helen." I said. "That's Miss Helen." She said smacking me hard across the ass. "I guess Christie hasn't gone over all the rules yet. Don't worry I won't give you any demerits for that one, but this." Grasping my flaccid member she slowly started to massage the glans of my penis. The sensation was intense, almost painful, but still my body responded. Everyone had more control over my body, then I. "That's better, and ten demerits." Sighing to myself I tried to resign myself to the situation. "Now present for me." Having no choice I did as I was told, gingerly kneeling at her feet, and placing my hands behind my head. My prick standing at attention, throbbing for her delight. I wanted to cry. Embarrassment and humiliation seemed a new constant in my life. Here I was practically an adult forced to be naked and paraded around in front of everyone in the place. This was one of the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with, if anyone really can. "You should know that every woman here is addressed as Miss or Mistress. It'll save your cute little ass some pain at the end of the day. Now stand up, but keep those hands where they are." My emotions were in turmoil. No one could've understood them all. It was like I was in a haze just trying to cope with all these changes and situations. Miss Helen started taking my measurements. Carefully, directing me to spread my legs or move here or there. Her soft fingers kept working their way up my inner-thigh as she tapped me every so often to spread my legs further and further apart. Then she placed the tape- measure on my ankle, letting her other hand painstakingly climb up my thigh. Her fingertips tickled the bottom of my scrotum, as she placed it at the top of my inner-thigh. Her face was just inches from my cock. Her hot breath sent sensations through me that I've never known. It was so hot, yet so embarrassing. Even through all the embarrassment, I've never been so horny in my life. It was a level so beyond my comprehension. Nothing inside me made any sense. "You seem a little tense, Brian.", using her index finger she rubbed all that pre-cum around my head. "You seem to be dripping a bit. This all must be new to you." Taking her finger into her mouth, she tasted my most intimate juices. Watching that almost sent me over the edge by itself. My senses were so intense I was feeling drained. Standing she measured my chest. Tweak each of my nipples as she read off my size. Behind me she took one of my arms, measured from shoulder to wrist, then replaced it on my head, then the same with the other. Her silky black hair tickled my shoulder and back as she measured me. Gently she started caressing my shoulders and chest, letting her hair tickle me even more. Her soft breasts pressing tightly against me. I couldn't help but wonder what she was getting out of teasing me? She was a pretty woman somewhere in her early thirties. With striking emerald eyes, that seemed able to catch mine every time I looked at her. With her tape measure she draped like a jump rope, under my cock she pined my cock tightly against my stomach. Wrapping it around me until the ends came together. While leaning down to read it I could feel her other hand cupping the cheeks of my ass. "We want to get the fit just right." She giggled. "Luckily for you I think we have something in your size. Their are only ten to fifteen boys here altogether, so we have quite a few school uniforms left. Unlike the girls. Their are just so many more of them, a few hundred I would guess, from all over the world. Anyway, if we were out of boy uniforms, I'm sure I could find you a nice skirt to wear. We still have plenty left." "You're kidding right?" I said turning in shock. She smacked my ass and waved her finger at me making little tisking sound. My ass was still stinging as I turned back into position. "You might be surprised what we'll make you do around here." Smiling at my worried look. "But, don't worry. You'll have time to get adjusted before anything too intense happens. Let me get your clothes for you." "Don't hurry too fast." Christie said walking back in. "I kind of like the view." That made me blush even deeper. Every time I tried to forget my situation someone always was there to make it quite clear to me again. Luckily, it didn't take long for Miss Helen to return with my clothes. Changing into my new uniform made me feel a little more relaxed, even though I needed a little help with the tie; I'd never worn one before. Even at Dad's funeral I'd just worn a clip-on. "You're a lucky boy you know that Brian?" Miss Helen said to me. "Why's that Miss Helen?" "Well, you're the only boy enrolled this semester. All the others will be leaving within the week. That makes you very special around here." She smiled. No one could have paled whiter then did at that moment. It was like I was hit and I almost fell over at the thought. If Christie hadn't caught my arm I just might have. "I was trying to save that for later. Brian's a little more sensitive then most of our new students." Christie shrugged a little in sympathy. "I'm sorry Brian. Please, sit down a second." Miss Helen pulled a seat up behind me looking a bit concerned. My body was on auto as I sat down. My mind was somewhere a million miles away. Nothing got through not a single word they said meant a thing all I could do was try to cope. Here I was just a toy to over two hundred young women. The only boy caught in their den. That's when the slap across the face, brought me back. "You need to get a hold of yourself Brian." Overwhelmed I couldn't hold back the tears. This had to be a nightmare. "Why's this happening to me?" "Calm down," Miss Helen pulled me to her. "everything's going to just fine." She said patting me on the back, as I cried into her shoulder. The floodgates opened I couldn't stop it, everything just came out. I was never good with girls. I was always self-conscious of the way I looked. Some people even called me shy, because I wouldn't even take a shower with the other guys; I'd just head home. And now, here I was on display for everyone. Trapped. Having to do anything, any girl wanted of me. What was I suppose to do? How was I suppose to even deal with something like that? "Christie, why don't you go out with the other students. I'll call you when you're needed." A familiar voice said from behind me and a soft hand was resting on my shoulder. And there was Jeannine. "I see that you are a crier." A little sympathy crept into her voice as she gave me a little smile. Miss Helen released me and Jeannine helped me to my feet, though I felt a bit unstable. Putting her arm around me, Jeannine led me from the room and down the hall. The tears still running. As she placed me down on a couch, in what I could only guess was her office, she poured me some water. "Just lie down there for a bit a take a nap. Here drink this." She said placing it in my hand. In one swallow I drank it down. My mouth was dry but the water didn't seem to help. Placing a little pillow on the couch and she laid me down. I was exhausted emotionally and fell asleep almost immediately. (C)2002 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive) Naive -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+