House Training
By RH Music
Chapter 3
All at once the cuffs opened, the gag deflated, and I stumbled out of the frame into a new room.
With a click and a whirr, the frame slid back into the wall and the opening closed behind it, leaving me trapped in yet another room.
**TRAINING ENGAGED**
Said the dreaded voice from the ceiling.
**BEGIN LEVEL 3: POSTURE**
Again, the room was very dimly lit by a single spot-light. The floor glistened. When I reached down to feel it, I noticed that it was made up of shiny metal tiles.
"That's strange," I thought. "Why metal? It's beautiful, but... why?"
"OH SHIT!" I had just noticed my legs and crotch. Completely bare.
Frantically I felt all over my body. Every stitch of hair had been removed. My head was completely bald. My beard was gone. All my chest hair and arm hair -- all gone. There was no mirror, but I must have looked as bare as the mannequin. The only hair left were my eyebrows and eyelashes. My balls looked puny, hairless and exposed.
I sat down on the cold metal tiles in disgust. So that had been the purpose of the noxious chemicals.
"DAMN YOU!" I shouted. It would take months to grow everything back, if not years. I hugged myself and shivered at the thought.
**Please step into the shoes**
I looked up where the spotlight was pointed and spied a pair of shoes by the wall. Above the shoes, high on the wall, were two black tubes, a larger one and a smaller one, both made of some kind of shiny black fabric.
"Not again," I sighed.
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I sulked for a bit and spent some time inspecting the room.
**Please step into the shoes**
The room was very strange. First there were the metal tiles which covered the floor. But the tiles weren't all the same size. On one side of the room they were small (about 2"/5cm wide with large gaps between them) which made it painful to walk. On the other side they were full size (about 4"/10cm
wide with almost no gap at all), smooth and cool.
And then there were the walls, which were covered with small buttons, at least one button every 2 feet (.7m) or so, randomly placed all over the walls, some very near the floor, some just as high as I could reach. I tried pressing the buttons but nothing happened.
**Please step into the shoes**
Besides that, the room had another door, which would presumably open once I had finished training, and several curious slots in the wall.
**Please step into the shoes**
With a sigh I succumbed to the inevitable. The shoes where a pair of ladies pumps with 3" heels. Clearly I was going to be learning how to walk in high-heels.
"Strange," I mumbled. The shoes were literally attached to the walls. I couldn't move them to put them on. Instead, while standing, I threaded my feet into them. They were a very loose fit -- how was I going to walk in them? I wondered. They would fall off after a single step.
**Now slip into the corset**
Said the voice.
"What?" I exclaimed with surprise, "A corset?"
From above, the first of the large tubes slid slowly down the wall. Just as it reached my head I made up my mind and slid my body into it, arms first, then my head and shoulders. It was also very loose, so I slid easily into it. The corset moved slowly down, eventually settling at my waist. It was long, stretching from my crotch all the way to my underarms.
"Unh!" I looked down in surprise. Built into the bra cups of the corset were large falsies with big fat nipples which settled over my chest as the corset moved into place. They were quite large, at least a D cup. I tentatively felt one of them, it felt quite realistic, if a bit cool to the
touch.
**Now put your head into the collar**
Said the voice.
The small tube was sliding down from above. Deciding not to resist, I held steady as it slipped over my head, stopping when it was around my neck.
Just then I panicked realizing I could be strangled to death by this contraption! I struggled, frantically trying to disengage myself.
But it was too late. The corset, the collar, and the shoes all began to gradually tighten around my body.
As they tightened, the voice began to count up.
*One...*
*Two...*
Realizing it was hopeless, I stopped struggling, and instead concentrated on making myself as comfortable as possible. Already the corset and collar had reached my natural, at-rest, body contours.
*Three...*
A snug fit. The collar and shoes stopped tightening, but the corset continued.
*Four...*
Tighter, definitely constricting.
*Five...*
"Ah!" I gasped. The corset's grip became vise-like.
*Six...*
Oh my God.
Finally, the corset stopped tightening.
And then, with a loud *SNAP!* the corset, collar, and shoes all became detached from the wall and I staggered forward, barely maintaining my balance. With one hand against the wall to steady myself, I tried to catch my breath, but try as I could, it only came out in short gasps.
The collar tightly gripped about my neck, stretching it and holding my head high and slightly tilted up. The corset prevented any slouching or bending over, and the shoes kept my feet pointed and arched. I tried to reach the clasps, but they were closed with some strange attachment that I couldn't maneuver.
I tried to walk and quickly discovered that the shoes were joined by a short chord, about a foot (30cm) long. "Thank God the heels aren't higher," I muttered. "How long will I be punished like this?"
I looked down. Christ, my cock was hard. Why the fuck was that? My cock bobbed into the air, just below where the corset stopped. It demanded attention. I reached down and stroked it. I rubbed my other hand over my corset feeling the stays built into the satin fabric. My abdomen and sides felt so tight and smooth. Wow. The leather collar was so stiff and tight. It molded itself to my neck and forcibly held my head up high and proper, holding me in such a tight, intimate, demanding grip. And the breast forms were squeezed and pushed together by the corset, I thought the front of it might burst. When my hand ran over the false breasts, feeling the nipples and how large they were, I couldn't help myself.
I came, shooting all over the wall. All my worries and tensions drained out of me and I almost collapsed.
"What's wrong with me?" I muttered. "What's happening to me?"
I began to wonder what might have been in the mixture I had sucked out of the mannequin's penis. Was I more docile and horny than usual?
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Finally I gathered my wits and wondered what I was supposed to do now. Looking around the room I noticed a light blinking. I carefully walked over to it, trying to get used to all of the posture equipment. The cord between my shoes forced me to take short steps. The heavy breasts threw of my center of balance, and I had to push my shoulders back to compensate, which appeared to thrust the breasts out even further. The collar and corset forced my entire upper body to stay straight as a line.
Finally I made it to the light. It was one of the buttons on the wall. It was blinking.
I pushed it and with a soft *Ping* it stopped blinking. "Uh oh," I thought, "what have I done?"
But nothing happened. Eventually I looked around and I saw another button blinking on the opposite wall. I walked over to it and pressed it.
*Ping*
The blinking switched to another button on the far side of the room.
So that was it. I was being trained to walk like a perfect lady, criss-crossing the room, pressing buttons, head up, shoulders back, breasts thrust forward, taking short steps in my arched, high heels.
As I walked over to the next flashing button, this time my foot got stuck. "Damn..." A heel had got caught between the tiles. This was the side of the room with the tiles spaced further apart.
After a second I was able to work the heel free. Looking over at the flashing button, I realized that if I was going to get to it I would be forced to walk on the balls of my feet.
"Is this what women in heels have to endure?" I asked myself, as I tip-toed carefully to the flashing button and pressed it. Then I remembered my ex-girlfriend, and how she had always had to be so careful when walking over grates in the sidewalk. "I guess so."
And so I walked, back and forth across the room, pressing the flashing buttons, walking carefully to make sure my heels wouldn't get caught. Some of the buttons were very high and I had to reach up on tip-toe to press them, further straining my calves and tendons. Some were down by the floor, so I would have to squat down, bending my knees, to reach them. The corset and collar prevented me from simply leaning over to press them, everything had to be done with the best possible posture.
After having done about a couple dozen buttons, I got my heel caught again and stumbled to the floor.
"Shit!" I rubbed my hands and knees where I fell. "Well, might as well take a break," I reasoned.
But the house had other ideas.
*ZAP*
The floor zapped me with an electric shock! No wonder the tiles were metal. I scrambled to get up off the floor before it zapped me again.
"FUCK, that hurt." I shouted, stamping my foot on the floor.
And so I was trapped. I couldn't sit down. Instead, I had to stand, with perfect posture, walking back and forth across the room, taking short steps, reaching up or gracefully squatting down (knees together), pressing button after button, over and over again.
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About an hour later and I was exhausted. My calves hurt from stretching, my feet hurt from being jammed into the high heels.
Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, a small padded shelf slid out from one of the slots in the wall.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed, walking (carefully) over to it and sitting down.
*FLASH*
Something on the far wall flashed.
**Please cross your legs**
Said the voice in the speaker.
"What the fuck?" I looked around. The house had taken a picture of me! I quickly tried to cross my legs, but couldn't do it like normal, because of the cord between the heels.
So I had to settle for crossing my legs at the ankle.
"Just like a proper lady," I thought to myself, ruefully.
*FLASH*
Another picture.
**Please fold your hands in your lap**
I followed instructions.
*FLASH*
Another picture.
**Thank you**
Apparently I had passed inspection.
After about 15 minutes, I heard a *ping!*. I looked around, wonder what was happening.
*ZZIIP*
The shelf retracted into the wall. I sprawled onto the floor and was instantly zapped with electricity.
"DAMN!" I cursed, scrambling to get up off the floor. And you know what? It's fucking difficult to get up off the floor with high heels, a corset, and collar!
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And so it continued. Walk across the room and press a button. Walk across the room and sit down on a shelf. Make sure your legs are crossed and hands folded properly. Stand up quickly when you hear the *Ping*.
Sometimes I would get to rest for a good long time on the shelf, sometimes it would only be a few seconds. Once, all I was allowed to do was walk back and forth across the room, sitting down (correct posture, crossed legs, folded hands), and then (*ping!) immediately having to stand up to cross the room again to sit down on some other shelf.
I found that things went smoothest when I didn't fight it. Instead of fighting the corset or the collar, my body began to move with proper posture all on its own. And after a while, I began to gauge the proper distance of a step, without having to be reminded by the cord. And so my motions began to feel more and more natural and fluid, even as I was getting more and more tired and achy.
After what must have been hours (I had left my watch in the first room, so I could no longer judge the passage of time), I was done.
**Return to the starting position**
The speaker said.
I returned to the place where I had first stepped into the shoes and had first slipped on the corset.
**Stand with your back to the wall**
As I did so, I felt the corset, collar, and shoes become re-attached to the wall. They loosened up and I was able to slip out of my posture-training clothes. While I was happy to take some unrestricted deep breaths, for some reason it was something of a letdown to be free. I felt less special, somehow.
The exit door opened. I walked through it and into a corridor. At one end were stairs, but at the top of the stairs the door was locked. As I looked down I realized where I was.
I was in the first corridor that I had entered.
I walked down the stairs, automatically holding my back straight and head up high. My feet felt strangely uncomfortable without the high-heeled shoes. All the doors were locked, again, except for the fifth one.
I walked in and saw the mannequin waiting for me.
**Kneel before me**
It said.
I couldn't help it: a sexual thrill ran through me at the sight of him.
And besides, I was thirsty and hungry.
And so I walked over, knelt on the pads, placed my legs in the boxes, threaded my hands in the cuffs, and sucked his penis into my mouth.
...continued in Chapter 4
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