Chapter 12

Later that morning after a bath and douche with Karen, Sandy found herself in her first Vaginal Control Session. The young blond had been ushered into a classroom like area complete with several desks. All were unoccupied at present. At the front of the room was a lectern and a large television monitor. As Sandy stood waiting with Karen at her side, several other young girls of varying ages were led into the room by their handlers or companions. This was the first time Sandy had seen another client at The Center. Karen had told her before hand that she was to neither make eye contact with nor talk to another client. The other young ladies must have received similar instructions for they all stood naked with their eyes downcast. Soon a man walked in and strode to the front of the room.

"Good morning, ladies," he said tersely. "You are here today to learn to control the muscles of your vagina so that you may provide a more pleasurable experience for your lover or lovers. You will attend these sessions each morning this week. At the end of the week you will be tested. We expect as always that you will pay close attention and follow instructions explicitly." A whimper from somewhere behind Sandy was followed by an electric sounding "zap" and a grunt. Then silence. "Very well then," the man continued after a brief pause. "Handlers, you may leave."

Seven nubile, young women were left in the classroom. It was sometime around then that Sandy first noticed that there were no chairs in front of the desks. "Odd," she thought idly. As if in answer to her question, the door at the back of the room opened and in rolled a low gurney pushed by a man in his mid-twenties. Behind him came another, then another. At last, a gurney and an attendant stood waiting behind each desk in the classroom.

"Gentlemen, you may assume your positions," the instructor said flatly.

While Sandy and the other clients look on, the men removed their trousers and underwear then lay down on their backs on the gurneys. While Sandy watched, the men began to stroke themselves, causing their penises to become erect. Sandy also noticed that all of these young men were very well endowed. Sandy and the other girls stole nervous glances at each other while the instructor glanced around the room briefly.

"I believe all is in readiness," he said at last. "Ladies, you may each take a seat on a handler. I will give you two minutes to prepare yourselves anatomically." He glanced at his wrist watch. "After that time, I expect each of you to mount your respective handler. I will then come around to inspect. You may begin."

A couple of the young clients seemed confused, but Sandy knew exactly what was expected of her. Quickly she stepped over to the handler nearest her. While the stranger looked up at her from the low gurney, Sandy began to masturbate, attempting to get herself as wet as possible in the small amount of time allotted.

"OK, ladies, mount up," came the command from the front of the room. "Settle yourselves so that you are facing the front of the room. That means that your rear ends should be facing your handler's head."

Sandy stepped carefully across the low gurney, straddling the man's hips in the process. He continued to stroke himself, keeping himself hard for her until Sandy was ready. He really was big. Not as big as Deke, but more than enough to fill the vagina of a fifteen year old. As Sandy slowly lowered herself onto him, the handler obliged her by holding himself up for her.

A chorus of gasps and soft moans could be heard around the class room as seven young ladies of varying ages lowered themselves onto their handlers. A soft squeal and two farts later, the room again fell silent. After a pause, the instructor said, "Very well then, now that we are all seated, we shall begin. What I expect you ladies to do over the course of the next two hours is to keep the man inside you erect using only your vaginal muscles. While you are working, I will show you some videos on the female anatomy as well as some interesting footage from some of your early training. I think all of you will find it interesting to see how some of your associates have taken to their individual training routines."

Sandy squirmed uncomfortably. The man's big cock was lodged deeply inside of her. The gurney was just the right height that if she could manage another inch or so of cock, Sandy would be seated at the perfect height behind the desk in front of her. Sandy heard the man beneath her groan softly as she rocked her hips slowly, attempting to adjust herself on him. Another inch of cock worked its way into her interior. Sandy felt the man's hairy testicles press against her pussy lips just below her clitoris. Her firm little butt was seated on his lower belly.

While Sandy was settling herself, the instructor began his inspection tour of the room. He continued his lecture while he strolled. "Also ladies, points will be deducted should your handler reach orgasm. The object of this exercise then is to teach you control. You must be able to keep a man hard, but not cause him to cum before he is ready. That's very good Miss Anderson," he said to one young teen across the room from Sandy. When at last he arrived at Sandy's desk, he looked carefully between Sandy's legs, checking to see that she was fully "involved". He then reached a hand beneath Sandy's butt. Feeling her anal plug, he said, "Miss Winters, please raise up a bit." Sandy obeyed allowing the man access to extract her anal plug. This was something that until now only her Principal and Karen had been allowed to do. "I don't think we will be needing this for this morning's routine." The instructor placed the plug on the desk then told Sandy to lower herself back onto her handler.

Just then from the other side of the room, a long, low groan could be heard. One of the handlers had cum. Quickly the instructor walked in the direction of a stocky, dark headed girl who sat astride her handle with a sheepish expression on her pretty face.

"This demonstrates a complete lack of concentration, Miss Avery," the instructor reprimanded the teenager. "But since this is your first day in vaginal control, we will be lenient." He stepped over to an intercom on the wall near the door and spoke a few words into the unit. Several minutes later the door to the room opened and another handler entered. He was given directions by the instructor and soon lay beneath the girl named Pam Avery. "Alright class. Let's continue then, shall we."