House Training
By RH Music
CHAPTER 4:
"What will it be today?" I wondered, as I woke up the next morning. According to my watch, it was Sunday.
As before, the door to the bathroom was already open. I did my business on the toilet and then peeked into the shower.
**Please step into the frame**
With a sigh, I did as I was told. "The drugs," I thought as the cuffs clasped around my wrists and ankles, and as the gag puffed up inside my mouth forcing my jaws apart but sealing off my mouth, "are definitely making me more docile."
I pushed away the other thought that tickled at the edges of my consciousness. The thought that maybe I was enjoying the subjugation and humiliation. That maybe I had enjoyed the raw sexuality of it all... and that maybe I really enjoyed being docile and obedient.
The frame slid smoothly into the wall and I was treated to another vigorous scrubbing.
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*Click!*
The frame slid smoothly out of the wall and the handcuffs disengaged. I stepped out of the frame and it slid smoothly back into the wall.
I looked around. I was not in the posture room like I had expected. Instead, this room was very small, like a walk-in closet, with just enough room for a bench and a very strange looking chair.
**TRAINING ENGAGED: BEGIN LEVEL 4 - BEAUTY**
"Well, that's somewhat vague," I thought to myself.
**Please sit in the chair**
The voice said.
I walked over to examine it.
The chair had contours which were intensely erotic. First, it had contoured holders for the legs, and a wrap around section that was shaped to fit around your back. The chair was designed to wrap around the occupant, hugging him.
Second, the contours for the legs held the legs spread apart, exposing one's privates. "That's positively indecent," I muttered.
And third, in front of the chair was a bench. Looking at the grooves on the floor, it was apparent that after sitting in the chair it would slide forward and lock smoothly with the bench, trapping the sitter with soft rubber contours covering his entire body from the chest down.
But worst of all was the seat. It was contoured for ass cheeks with a peak running down the center and with a hole in the middle. When you sat on it, the chair would separate and cup one's cheeks, with the hole directly against your anus.
The bench was bare, except for a series of sliding panels. On the wall in front of the chair was a computer monitor surrounded by light bulbs. It was blank and the bulbs were dark.
**Please sit in the chair**
The voice commanded.
I couldn't deny the fact that I was getting aroused by the idea of sitting in the chair and having my anus exposed to the hole. I ran my hands over the contours. They were made of soft, somewhat pliable rubber, covered with a slightly oily film.
**Please sit in the chair**
The voice commanded.
After dithering another minute or two, I carefully climbed into the chair. The contours flexed a bit to accommodate my particular bumps and curves. I spread my legs and placed them in the contoured holders, and sat down on the sculpted seat. As expected, the contours were forced into my ass crack, making me feel exceptionally vulnerable underneath. The fact that my legs were spread exposing my cock and balls didn't help either.
**Thank you**
The chair slowly slid forward. I lifted my hands to keep them out of the way.
*Click*
The chair locked into the bench. The contours pressed into me, the foam pressing into my flesh from all angles, surrounding and trapping my body.
"Oh FUCK!" I jerked in surprise. My penis had been sucked into some warm, wet, pulsating tunnel from above, and my balls had been similarly sucked, almost painfully, into some pulsing clutch from below.
But oh... that felt good. I tried thrusting my hips, but the chair was so tight that I couldn't move a millimeter.
And then, as I had expected, a well lubricated probe pushed up from the seat and very slowly, almost gently, pierced my anus, slowly spreading my sphincter as it delved deeper and deeper. It was ribbed.
I closed my eyes in enjoyment. A couple more minutes of this...
"Hey!" I shouted, "Don't leave me hanging." The dildo had slipped out of my ass and the pulsing around my cock and balls had stopped. I tried to hump the seat, but it didn't help, I couldn't move at all.
And then, to make matters worse, a gush of cold water came from somewhere inside and flowed over my genitals. My penis deflated in a hurry, and I grimaced at the cold clammy touch of the chair and the bench.
"Now what?" I wondered, disgusted. Just then, the video monitor in front of me flickered to life, as did high-wattage bulbs surrounding it. I took a good look at it.
It was my face. The flat-screen monitor was showing my face, exactly like a mirror, only it was coming from a computer screen. "There must be some kind of pin-hole camera in the middle of it," I realized, squinting to look at it closer. Then it struck me: If the monitor looks like a mirror, and is surrounded by bulbs, then I must be at...
A make-up table. A panel in the bench slid aside uncovering a makeup dish. It was labeled 'concealer'.
**Apply concealer as indicated**
In the flat-screen monitor/mirror, the computer had highlighted areas of my face to be concealed. It was so weird. I mean, there was my face, essentially a real-time mirror image, and overlaid on the image were contour lines showing me where the computer felt I needed to apply concealer.
Next to the dish of concealer was a soft sponge. I dabbed it in the concealer and applied it as indicated. As I completed each section, the contour lines were
automatically removed by the computer.
When I finished the concealer, the computer made a soft *Ping*. On cue, the warm tunnel pulsed around my cock and balls exactly once.
"Arg!" I squirmed. The tip of the probe had just barely touched my sphincter, just gently brushing the outside. It was the barest sensation and it just about drove me insane with need.
The panel slid shut on the concealer and a second panel slid open.
**Apply foundation as indicated**
Eager for more stimulation, I quickly reached for the foundation. This time, in addition to little contour lines showing where to apply the foundation, there was also a small, "picture-in-picture" view of a woman applying foundation in the lower left corner of the screen. I looked carefully at the image and saw how she used the sponge and her fingers to apply and blend the foundation. As I applied the foundation I noticed that it was a perfect match for my skin tone.
As soon as I finished with the foundation... *ping!*
"Unh!" I grunted as the probe inserted itself just a half-inch past my sphincter muscle. It had gone from a light tickling sensation to an incredibly frustrating itch. I desperately wanted the dildo to thrust deeply into my ass. I wanted to be raped in the ass... by a chair!
And then the rubber tunnel, now a bit warmer, around my penis throbbed and sucked for a couple of seconds before stopping. I was about half-hard now.
*Zip*
The cover on the foundation closed and a second cover opened. This time it contained a small bowl of powder with an application brush.
**Apply powder as indicated**
I followed the demonstration image, gathering up some powder on the brush, tapping the brush on the bowl to remove the excess, and then lightly brushing on the powder in downward strokes. After a few minutes I finished and replaced the brush in the holder.
*Ping*
The probe was inserted a further half-inch into my ass and I received another two seconds of suction. This time, my balls seemed to be given an extra firm tug.
*Zip*
Eyeliner pencil.
"Impossible," I muttered, trying to outline my eyes as shown. After much blinking, tears, and poking myself in the eyes, I finally finished the task.
*Ping*
Another half-inch of penetration, another two sections of stimulation. I was fully hard by now and desperate for more stimulation.
*Zip*
Eyelash curler. I looked suspiciously at the curved gleaming metal tool. It looked like some kind of bizarre dental instrument. Following the video I pressed it to my eyes and squeezed the jaws shut. "Ouch!" I had accidentally caught the skin between the jaws.
*Ping*
"Oh!" I was now fully aroused and eager for more makeup so I could achieve some kind of relief. The dildo thrust itself deeper, and my balls were tugged harder.
*Zip*
Mascara. One coat on the top eyelashes.
*Ping*
Oh!
*Zip*
Eye shadow, covering my eyelids to the brow-bone.
*Ping*
Increasing frustration!
*Zip*
Eye shadow, a second, lighter color.
*Ping*
The dildo was now becoming painfully large and deep inside my ass.
*Zip* A second coat of mascara.
*Ping*
The dildo pulled halfway out and then thrust back in!
*Zip*
Eyebrow pencil.
*Ping*
*Zip*
This time, blush, a dark-ish shade of pink. The monitor pointed to areas on my cheeks labeling them "Start here" and then "Cover this area". Following the demo video, I
brushed it on, using light up and down strokes.
*Ping*
More sucking, more thrusting!
*Zip*
Lip liner pencil.
*Ping*
*Zip*
Lipstick,
*Ping*
*Zip*
The lipstick was gone.
"Now what?" I looked around. My face looked clean and rosy. The lipstick felt smooth on my lips, sensual and erotic. The smells of the makeup caused me to feel a bit light-headed.
*Zip*
A door opened up and a mannequin's head slid out. On top of the head was... a wig. Apparently I was going to be a brunette, with straight shoulder-length hair and bangs.
I reached over and placed the wig on my head. Next to the mannequin's head was a brush and the monitor showed me how to arrange the hair and the wig so that it looked natural.
**Flash**
The computer took a picture of my head and displayed it on the monitor. I was stunned! It actually looked pretty good, and very feminine. Who was this person staring back at me?
The probe in my anus started a rhythmic pumping in and out of my ass. It must have been oozing lubricant. The rubber tubes clutching at my penis and balls began sucking and pulsing in earnest. My penis and balls were being sucked into warm, lubricated tubes which had moving, pulsing ridges that ran down the length of my cock and squeezed firmly around my balls.
As I was being stimulated by the chair I watched as the computer composited my face on to a woman's body wearing a charcoal-grey business suit. Was this what it was trying to achieve? I looked at the makeup and hair and realized what a good match it was for the suit. Restrained, but feminine.
And then, as I stared, entranced, at the image, my face as a woman on a woman's body, the long gradual build-up, the makeup, the smells, the hair brushing my shoulders... it all became too much...
I climaxed.
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By the time I was finally released, I had spent over eight hours locked in the makeup chair.
After the first round of makeup, the chair was stingier in its positive feedback, providing pleasure less and less frequently, using the cold water to cool my passions more frequently. I only orgasmed one additional time.
After the first makeover, the chair had me wash off all the makeup and start over. The makeup actually washed off too easily. I realized later that it was special 'training' makeup designed by the former owner, Mr. Hewitt, to dissolve quickly in a special solvent.
The chair had me go through the entire makeup procedure again, only this time with a different color scheme and hair style. When I finished, the monitor showed my face on a very short red cocktail dress. I looked stunning!
This continued for several more combinations of hair, makeup color, and dress. After a couple of hours of this I finally realized that in addition to applying makeup, the chair was teaching me how to coordinate colors, hair styles, and clothing. After that I started paying more
attention to why it was making the choices it made (color balance, style, appropriateness for the event, etc).
In the middle of the session the chair gave me some different things to do. The first was to pluck my eyebrows. For this task, the computer monitor displayed a close-up of my eyes and actually highlighted individual hairs to pluck with a pair of tweezers. Every five hairs and I got a little *ping!* as a reward. This was when I orgasmed the second time.
The second odd task was nail polish, which actually required an amazing number of steps: pushing back the cuticles, filing, two coats, gloss, buff... but what
beautiful nails they were when I was finished! Eventually the chair decided I had had enough and I was released. By that time I had applied and removed my makeup over 10 times and was getting pretty good at it.
After another session kneeling before the mannequin (hands cuffed to his sides, head trapped by his hands, mouth locked around his penis as I sucked down dinner) after which I fell asleep wondering what the next day would bring.
I was changing inside. No longer fearful of what was happening to me, I was discovering new things about the world of beauty and women... and I had to admit that I liked them. How much of this was the drugs being fed to me and how much was what I had always wanted? I wondered.
...continued in Chapter 5
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