The Freshman - Chapter 3

Smith slept fitfully that night. The next morning, although he managed to get to a class in ancient history, he couldn't concentrate. All he could think about was Madam Kendra actually peeing and shitting into the Senator's mouth, and he felt ashamed because he wished it had been him rather than the Senator. He left the class and walked and walked until he was so tired that he had to return to his flat and collapse on his mother's couch. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't.

He lay there waiting for dark when he could again climb the fire escape. Finally, he got up and turned on his small television set. The face of the Senator he had last seen eating Madam Kendra's shit was spewing out war-like words about North Korea on the screen. He quickly cut the television off and collapsed again on the couch, now nearly in a coma.

The coma turned into a deep sleep and he was unaware of Madam Kendra when she opened the door to his flat with her master key, peered thoughtfully at him for a full minute, and then quietly left.

An hour later, Smith awoke suddenly, frightened by the dream he'd just been living. He'd been reaching for a cloud wrapped around both Madam Kendra and Ginette Frum when he slipped and fell into an endless abyss, and he thought he was still falling as his consciousness slowly returned.

He lurched himself awkwardly up from the old couch, staggered into the kitchen, opened a can of beer, and sat down at the Early American kitchen table his mother had sent up along with the couch.

The table was by the window and Smith contemplated the fire escape as he sipped his beer. He desperately wanted to go back up its metal ladder. He knew, somehow, that he shouldn't, but despite feeling a premonition that it would change his life forever, he also knew that he would.

Smith climbed slowly up the fire escape to the small platform outside Madam Kendra's window and gradually raised his head until his eyes could just peer through its bottom. Madam Kendra was not alone. A tall, slender, full breasted red headed woman wearing a black sweatshirt with the Day-Glo green slogan WOMEN WHO SEEK EQUALITY WITH MEN LACK AMBITION across the chest was standing beside Madam Kendra. The corners of the woman's eyes were heavily pleated and Smith thought he recognized her, but his attention shifted quickly to Madam Kendra who again wore only a black corset-like garment, which left her lovely shaved pussy exposed. The sight of a telltale tampon string excited him, but his excitement was tempered by the fact that the he suddenly remembered seeing a newspaper picture of Lucia Amberson, National Security Adviser to the President, and the woman with Madam Kendra.

The two women were embracing.

It looked like they were kissing.

It hit him that they must be lovers when a sharp light blinded him. He was stunned when the window flew up and Madam Kendra's commanding voice pounded into his ears, "Back again!?!"
One of her hands grabbed his hair and began pulling him into her flat.

He didn't fight it.

When he was all the way through the window she pushed him against one of the room's stark black walls and ordered, "Take your clothes off, little one! I've been expecting you. You are about to receive all you ever wanted, and more than you ever dreamed."
He became completely disoriented when she turned a klieg light on him as he ripped his clothes off.

She grabbed his unimposing cock, which had shriveled up in fear, and he started shivering.

Her eyes bored into his, and her mouth looked like an open piece of fruit as she said, "I know you were out there last night, you dirty little boy."

Smith's eyes became moist. He wanted to protest but the words wouldn't come out. Lucia Amberson gave him a look that said that if she had been shopping for an ornament, she might have put him on her wrist. The National Security Adviser was smiling, but he knew that it was just the way her lips were arranged. She was like a haunted house with rooms you didn't want to go into.

Madam Kendra, holding tightly to his shriveled cock and pulling, led the shivering and shaking Smith Hempstone III across the room towards a sawhorse directly under the klieg light.

He felt strangely exhilarated by the feeling of Madame Kendra leading him around by his cock. At that moment, it seemed to him to be the ultimate symbol of his being totally in her power, and he desperately wanted to be totally in the power of this woman who used a United States Senator for a toilet, and had the powerful National Security Adviser, Lucia Amberson, as her lover.

This was Washington!

The Nation's Capitol!

And he, Smith Hempstone III, a mere college freshman, was part of it!

He was overcome with the revelation that by being in her power he was part of the power that led the world….

Madam Kendra caught him in mid thought when she pointed at the sawhorse and ordered, "Little boy, bend over!"

Smith responded immediately and felt the first of what was to be 30 stings of her slender bamboo cane on his exposed, and very white ass. After the twentieth blow he began to hallucinate and screamed, "Ginette, please piss on me!"

Madame Kendra ignored his scream and kept delivering the cutting blows

Smith groaned and moaned, and even cried a little, but he got through it. When Madam Kendra was finished, she stood back and admired her work on his now red ass before saying, "Just a little chastisement for your behavior last night, little boy. Now, stand up and go over and lie down on that medical table!"

Smith struggled to his feet and hurriedly followed her instructions. Noticing a long needle in one of her hands, he lay absolutely still as she stared down at him.

His shriveled cock began to slowly fill out and rise before, without warning, she began pricking the tip of the needle into it, occasionally drawing blood.

Lucia Amberson leaned over him and daintily touched her forefinger to a drop of blood on his cock before saying, "This is so appropriate, and, well, sweet. Wouldn't it be fun to see his whole little cock red with blood, or, you know, Kendra, Michelangelo said that all he did was carve away the stone down to the skin and there was the statue. With this little cock we'd have to start with the skin, but do you suppose that if we carved it all off there'd be a statue inside?"

The National Security Adviser's words reverberated around Smith's skull like gunshots in an acoustic chamber.

Madam Kendra smiled lovingly at friend and lover, saying, "That's nice, Lucia, but I prefer the thought of the Chinese Master who said of the painter's art, 'Beauty is in the blind spot behind the end of the brush.' You see, my dear Lucia, this needle is my brush and, when I do this, beauty lies just behind its tip as I work."

Smith was beginning to lose all sense of where he was.
When one prick went in particularly deep into his now receding member he screamed, "Please don't!"

Madam Kendra laughed merrily, "Get used to it little one. I'm going to enjoy experimenting on this little cock. Now, off the table and on your knees!"

It was like a reflex action, but he literally jumped off the table and went down on his knees barely hearing her order him to wait and as she disappeared Lucia quietly watched him, and something like an ice storm started churning his stomach to a pulp.
He felt helpless, but was not sure that he wanted to feel otherwise.
When Madam Kendra reappeared, a large black strap-on dildo was jutting out from her pelvis and she thrust it towards his mouth saying, "Suck it!"

His brain cells in total emotional turmoil and, not knowing whether to feel humiliated or thrilled, Smith began to suck the dildo as Madam Kendra asked, a strong edge in her tone, "Who is this Ginette whose piss you want, little boy?"

Feeling ever more humiliated and ever less thrilled, Smith kept sucking Madam Kendra's large black dildo.

Finally, impatiently, Madam Kendra said, "Although I know how much you are enjoying it, you may stop sucking my cock now. I want you to answer my question."

Pulling back from the dildo, his balls feeling like incendiary devices, Smith muttered incoherently, "Brrr…Ierrrrrdona' knowa say say …………."

Madam Kendra's eyes exploded into blue splinters of fury as she shouted, "Unless you want my big black cock fucking your asshole before I have you suck it again, I want an answer. Who is this Ginette whose piss you say you want? Speak!"

Tears began to fall from his eyes as Smith mumbled, "A girl … I knew … I just wanted her to piss on me …"

Madam Kendra studied his still kneeling form for a moment. Then, sternly, "Would you like me to be your Mistress? Would you like to be my permanent personal toilet?"

Lucia giggled.

Smith was speechless.

Madam Kendra removed the tampon from her lovely pussy and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, "Yes, I think you would. I have been studying you and I think you will do nicely. On your feet again and follow me."

Grabbing his still bleeding cock, she led him through strings of colored beads into a small, colorfully decorated room and told him to lie down on a mat next to a bed.

Lucia sat on the bed and watched as Madam Kendra pulled her tampon from Smith's mouth before filling it with her golden piss and one small but pungent turd.

Smith choked and gagged but did not protest as he swallowed it all into what she called her "personal plumbing system."
Enjoying what she was seeing, Lucia gleefully asked Madam Kendra, "May I use your toilet, Kendra?"

Madam Kendra, her words wrapping right around her lover, responded, "Of course, my sweet Lucia. What is mine is yours."
After depositing copious amounts of her piss in Smith's mouth, the President's long-limbed National Security Adviser sat down again on the bed.

Smith felt sick, but tried not to show it as Madam Kendra slipped a metal sheath with a wire running away from it over his erect little cock. She handed a small switch at the wire's other end to Lucia and said, "Press it, dear."

Lucia pressed the switch and Smith thought the jolt of electricity was going to rip his cock right off. He screamed and almost vomited.

Then, standing over him, Madam Kendra announced his destiny, "You have done well, little one. From now on, you will continue to go to school, and you will have two hours every evening to study downstairs. But you will sleep right where you are now, and be here, except when we need you elsewhere, at all other times to serve Lucia and myself, not only as our toilet but in other ways as well."

Lucia, excitedly, "Oh, Kendra, this is outstanding. We could even take him on trips and he could be our own little portable toilet. I'd love to have a portable toilet wherever I go."

Madam Kendra, laughing, "Sounds good, but you'd better think twice before you consider using him on Air Force One."

Smith's now muddled mind thought it heard a trumpet's clarion call as he pictured himself serving as the toilet of Lucia Amberson, National Security Adviser to the President, on Air Force One, but Lucia punctured the picture when, joining Madam Kendra's laughter, she said, "Of course. I mean when you and I travel."
Madam Kendra nodded, "Yes, Lucia. I know what you mean. Press that switch again, dear. I want him to fully understand what's ahead of him."

Lucia pressed the switch still in her hand and, the agony almost more than he could bear, Smith thought his cock was disintegrating. He could not hear his own screams. He could only feel them.

Madam Kendra, satisfied, nodded to Lucia, turned back to Smith, still lying on the mat next to the bed, and, ice in her voice, said, "Listen to me. You will keep your little worm encased at all times in that metal sheath when you are in these rooms, or with us elsewhere, and remove it for any form of relief only with our permission. When we need you as a toilet, or anything else, Lucia or I will press that switch and your little cock worm will give you the message. Do you understand?"

His mind was nearly numb, but a deep sense of gratitude overwhelmed him and the only words that would come from his mouth were, "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."


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