Chapter 4

The very next morning Sandy's real training began. She was awakened early by her Principal and taken to the bathroom. In the center of the white tiled room stood a solitary, transparent, glass toilet. As Sandy and her Principal entered the room, several men and women of varying ages filed in and took their seats on benches placed around the perimeter of the room. They were there to observe Sandy's morning toilet. This would become routine for the young blond, but for now she had great difficulty looking each observer in the eye as she was supposed to. Sandy took her place, standing beside the toilet, then as her Coach approached, she bent over, placing her hands on her knees. Stepping behind the young girl, her Principal grasped the flange of her plug and slowly withdrew its eight inch length from Sandy's rectum. Sandy was then allowed to take a seat on the toilet and begin her morning.

As the urine began to trickle into the clear glass bowl, Sandy's Coach nodded silently to one young man seated against the wall. He was perhaps seventeen years old. The boy rose from his seat and crossed over to stand beside Sandy and her Coach. Sandy's Coach placed a hand on Sandy's bare shoulder indicating that she should look up at the young man and smile. Sandy found this to be extremely difficult and humiliating. To look into the eyes of a boy practically her own age while she evacuated her bladder and bowels was utterly dehumanizing for the young blond who had been so used to having the world revolve around herself.

While Sandy continued to urinate, her Principal took the young man aside and whispered to him. Sandy had finished peeing when the young man stepped back beside her. Sandy had been told the evening before exactly what would be expected of her this and every morning. Immediately she forced herself to regain eye contact with him while she began to bear down. This would be her only opportunity until late this afternoon. The first terd hit the water with an audible "plop". Sandy started to look away, humiliated beyond anything she could remember. The young man quickly placed a couple of fingers beneath her chin. Then, raising her face up, he gazed into her blue eyes. Sandy returned his stare as she was trained to do. "Plop" resounded around the tiled room. Then Sandy shut her eyes and squeezed hard. When nothing came out, she opened her eyes again and gazed up at the young man beside her.

"Are you finished?" he asked.

Sandy nodded, but did not take her eyes from his. Without further comment, the young man leaned over and tore a piece of tissue from the roll on a small stand near the commode. He then placed a hand on Sandy's right shoulder.

Maintaining eye contact with the young man, Sandy slid forward slightly on the transparent toilet seat and spread her legs. The young man then reached behind her with a handful of tissue and proceeded to wipe Sandy's anal opening. Sandy continued to gaze into his eyes as he did so. The other observers around the room looked on impassively. The young man dropped the first piece of tissue into the bowl then reached for another. He wiped Sandy's bottom once again. Next, with another piece of tissue, he reached his hand between Sandy's thighs and began to dab at her pussy, working the paper between her vulva in an effort to clean her as well as possible. All the while, the young blond was expected to look him directly in the eye. This she managed to do with great difficulty. After wiping her thoroughly, the young man dropped the last piece of tissue into the bowl and flushed the toilet. He then leaned down for his "thank you" kiss. Sandy gazed into his eyes as he leaned closer, closing hers only when his lips met her lips. The young man, whom Sandy had never seen before until this very morning, kissed her once on the lips then drew back slightly waiting while Sandy opened her mouth. He then kissed the young teen once more. Slipping his tongue into Sandy's mouth, he explored the backs of her lips and teeth. She continued to return the young man's kiss until he was satisfied, at which time he stood up, waiting.

Usually this marked the end of Sandy's morning routine. Sandy expected to be led to the wash basin where she would brush her teeth, after which she would be bathed. She was looking forward to brushing this morning since she had not been allowed to since the last of her handlers had had his way with her mouth yesterday afternoon. Sandy could still taste the musky taste of semen. Sandy had swallowed an awful lot of semen yesterday. As her Principal moved to her side, Sandy leaned forward to rise from the toilet. Instead of taking her hand and leading her to the washbasin, however, this morning her Coach placed a restraining hand on Sandy's shoulder indicating that she should keep her seat. He then turned and nodded toward another young man of about twenty while Sandy looked up at him questioningly. The young man rose and crossed to the toilet. He moved closer to Sandy.

Sandy looked from this new young man to her Coach, then back. "Proceed," was all that was said. For several moments, Sandy was at a loss as to what was expected of her. Then finally understanding spread across her pretty face, followed by mild dismay.