Tuition by Miss Irene Clearmont

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Tuition (Maid and Aunt 2) – In Part One of the trilogy (Nephew) we saw how Michael was taken in hand by his Aunt Victoria as he came of age. In Part Two we discover what happens after his attempts to resist the insidious education that Victoria has planned for him…

The training has come to a standstill because of Michael’s growing awareness of what is being done to him. But, all is not lost for Victoria’s plan as she and her friend Tamara rearrange their schedule to take a more gradual approach to breaking him down to become the feminised maid that Victoria desires.

But, that is not all, because this second volume of the trilogy also exposes another reason why Victoria is pressing her nephew into sexual servitude. There is a gain to be made and she enlists the help of her group of dominant friends to move the pieces into place for a coup that will see her profit greatly.

Meanwhile, Victoria’s daughter Prudence brings back her boyfriend Mark at the invitation of her mother. What will he make of the household where the maids are servile slaves and Prudence’s Mother’s nephew is being reduced to a sexual plaything? Will he follow Prudence’s lead and join the cadre who are enjoying making Michael suffer or will he be an ally for the stricken nephew.

As the pressure mounts and the training starts to move on, Michael’s situation becomes ever more precarious. Ever tighter control of him is on the cards and more cruel solutions to ensure compliance are being considered and implemented. What is more, Victoria is going to ensure that they are permanent. She gives him over to her household maids and Michael’s resistance crumbles…

Setting: UK

F/m, Humiliation, Feminisation, Domestic BDSM, Enforced Chastity, Blackmail, Modification

Strength 7/10 – 52,000 Words

Written 2023

Excerpt: Tuition

Maid and Aunt Trilogy Part 2

Chapter One – Kissing Her Boot

She had kept her word and Michael felt a surge of affection for the tall black woman that played with him so nicely. He clutched the bars of his cot and watched her saunter into the room and close the door. For a moment he caught a glimpse of the maid, Frieda, outside his room and was relieved that she was not coming in. Aunt Tamara gave him a nod of acknowledgement and stood in the center of the room as if inspecting it. Slowly she turned and came to face the pink frocked sissy that looked so hopefully upwards at her.

‘Well, Michael,’ she said at last, after a long pause. ‘I like it and I think that you do too…’

He nodded uncertainly and gave her a helpless look that was so genuine and pleading that she smiled down at him and leaned to unlock the cot.

‘I will keep the key, darling,’ she said. ‘That means that I will be here every morning to wake you.’

‘Please can I take the shoes off, Aunty,’ said Michael plaintively. ‘They really hurt…’

‘You can for a while,’ said Aunt Tamara. ‘We have to get you ready for the day and that means a nice hot shower and fresh clothes. Then we start the lessons.’

Michael’s face fell and he reluctantly swung his legs from the bed to the floor, the heels hitting it with a sharp click on the pink marble. Aunt Tamara offered him a hand to stand and looked at what her friend had created so far. In the extreme heels, an inch or two taller than the woman that inspected him. Collar and slept-in pink dress, not yet the creature that her friend, Michael’s Aunt, wanted, but well on the way.

The problem was not the external, it was the internal, breaking the Michael that was still on the surface and bringing out the Michelle that was developing out of sight.

Aunt Tamara stepped an inch or two closer and slowly lifted the hem of the short skirt. Buried under the flounces of lace, Michael’s cock hung half erect and her fingers touched and stroked it a little affectionately. ‘First we will get you ready for a long day, then a little game if you like,’ she said as she lured him to comply. ‘Nice fresh uniform and something special for my little boy?’

Her hand pulled back and she allowed the hem to drop. Already it was wet with the clear fluid that his cock was leaking, a good sign that he was unable to resist her manipulation. ‘And the shoes?’ he whined, and Aunt Tamara smiled.

‘And the shoes, dear. We will get you used to them in no time at all, baby,’ she said coaxingly. ‘You’ll wear them for Aunty Tamara, won’t you?’

Michael nodded again and Aunt Tamara realized that this was a test on his part. Last night he had rebelled, today he was testing the ground that he had gained. A sure sign that it would take time to make any more progress.

‘If you are nice to me,’ he said in a sly way.

Blackmail! she thought. Here we go. ‘I am nice to you because you are special,’ said Tamara and left it at that.

‘You are nice to me,’ said Michael without giving any ground. ‘I love you, Aunty Tamara.’

‘OK, let’s get you undressed,’ she said as she avoided the issue in order to get him moving. An endless back and forth would only lose her the initiative that she needed to maintain. ‘Collar first.’

It took a surprisingly short time to strip Michael down to nakedness. Despite the complexity of the dress, the small padlocks and hooks that kept the whole ensemble in place, a couple of minutes saw all of the clothes discarded and in a heap on the floor. When the ballet stilettos were removed, Michael cried out in pain as his feet were at last able to relax and flatten against the floor. Despite the fact that these boots were carefully designed to support as much as possible, the vertical position of the foot was stressful.

As she undressed Michael, Aunt Tamara talked him through each move in a matter-of-fact way. She finished with, ‘Personally, I find this uniform that your Aunt picked out for you a real turn on!’ She chuckled in almost embarrassment, ‘But you won’t tell anyone else, will you?’

‘No Aunty,’ he replied. ‘I don’t really mind it, except for the shoes.’

‘They’re not so bad, dear,’ she said. ‘Is it because you are the only one wearing them?’

‘No, it’s because they hurt,’ said Michael. ‘But if you wore a pair then I might feel better,’ he said hopefully.

‘Let’s see what tomorrow brings,’ said Aunt Tamara with a laugh. ‘I have a pair, but I haven’t worn them for ages. I used to love them, but they don’t fit any of my outfits…’

‘Are you going to find them?’ he asked.

‘As I said, let’s see what tomorrow brings. For now, a shower and a shave and a nice fresh dress.’

‘And the shoes?’ he said.

Aunt Victoria would have been exasperated by this point. Aunt Tamara just smiled and affirmed what he was dreading in a casual way. ‘And the shoes, dear. How can I teach you to walk in them if you don’t wear them?’ she said.

‘I suppose…’

Excerpt from: Tuition