A dose of revelations

You fall deeply asleep immediately after your afternoon masturbation session - the stress, anxiety and confusion proved too much. When you wake up, it's quite late, and the sun is falling fast on the horizon. You check your computer for messages - surprisingly, you have a lot. Thanks to your credit card purchase, you have a bunch of emails selling feminine products. Just lovely. Messages from the school about more new storm protocols... dates for the Accelerated Program exams (finally)... and what's this? A message from Selene - _Call me [email protected] . _Stomach pooling with dread, you push the call button.

After a moment, Selene's face appears on the screen. She's looking as pristine as ever, but she's in a room you haven't seen before. There's an array of framed photographs on the wall be behind her - either she's meeting famous people (you recognize the current president of the BigCity College of Engineering behind handing her a prize) , or there are pictures of people in beautiful locations.

This information could be gold - you have the presence of mind to ask if you can record this.

"Of course, Ian. I'm glad to see you take the initiative."

"Take the initiative with what?" you ask, a little sharply.

"Oh, Ian..." she sighs. "You came to me to help with your fantasy of watching Neha enjoying herself with men with larger cocks than you. But I can only show you the way - you need to walk this path yourself."

"And what path is that?"

"The path of a beta male."

You almost gasp at the bald statement. You almost don't know where to begin with that.

"You realize," you say, "that alphas and betas are a myth?":

"You would say that." Selene retorts. "But the truth is much more complicated than that. Humans are not wolves. And we now have reliable data proving the hypothesis. It's just not well publicized because of the potential backlash. But there's the truth. You are a beta male - and I'll help you learn how to walk that path."

You open your mouth to argue, but then you stop. There are two reasons. First, you need her to think that she's working you over. You haven't forgotten her spiel about your supposed lust for cock vicariously lived through Neha. But second... is she really wrong? You, a healthy, red blooded man wore purple... no, lilac panties for the better part of the day. And of course, your arousal at seeing Neha's encounters with other men.

Selene smiles like a cat. "You see, Ian? You're starting to realize the truth. In fact, let's do that first. I want you to say it, out loud, clearly."

You know what to do.

"I am a Beta Male," you say, clearly. And somehow... it feels right. Freeing. Seized by some sudden inspiration, you repeat yourself, much more assertively, "I am a Beta Male!"

"Very good, Ian! I'm so proud of you!"

You can't help but smile a little.

"Now, let's get started. First off, are you wearing your panties right now?"

Blushing, you nod.

"Say it." she commands.

You're trembling, and you stutter a little. "I'm... wearing panties right now..."

"Say it like you mean it!"

"I'm wearing panties right now." you say, your voice more or less steady.

"There you go, sweety! Don't you feel better now?" she asks, her voice suddenly kind.

You can't help but notice that you do feel better.

"Yes" you whisper.

"Good. Now, strip down to your panties. I want to see how you look. " Sensing your hesitation, she continues. "Oh come now. I've watched you come half a dozen times. Now is no time for shyness."

Conceding the point, you remove your tee-shirt and shorts, leaving you clad in nothing but the lilac panties you'd worn from the store.

"Oh, sweety, you look so cute!" Selene coos. "So lovely. If only you didn't have all that hair... and look, you're getting a little stiffy!"

To your mortification, you have been getting steadily more aroused as your call continued.

"But this is perfect!" she exclaims. You stare at her, baffled.

She explains. "For your first exercise, I want you to masturbate while watching porn. It can be any kind of porn except lesbian porn. But there's a catch - you need to moan like a girl. Doesn't have to be perfect, but you need to pitch your voice high and moan like a girl. You've seen enough porn to know what that sounds like. And I'll bet you even got one or two out of Neha as well!"

You sputter, but she cuts you off ruthlessly.

"I thought I had made myself clear, Ian. You follow my instructions without complaint or comment, or we're done. This is the last time I'll warn you about this."

You feel as though ice water was dumped on you. But you comply, by grabbing your lotion.

"No, no lotion. And lie down on the bed when you do it. And is your mother at home?"

"No, "

"Good. Then you can turn up the volume."

Gulping, you do as she says. You turn up the volume on your speakers, and start playing a favorite porno of yours. A brunette porn star slobbers all over the huge cock of her tanned partner. You lay back, and start to make high pitched, keening noises similar to what comes out of the actresses mouth. But soon, your arousal takes over, and you really start enjoying yourself. Moaning like a woman getting railed is both incredibly hot, and incredibly freeing. You feel as though something inside you has been unlocked, and you begin wildly bucking your hips and clenching your anus, panties around your ankle, moaning wantonly in a high pitched, feminine tone. Far faster than normal, you come hard. And with your back arched and hips raised, a fair amount of come hits your face. A warm tingling sense of contentment fills you, and you continue to lazily pump your hips, milking the last few drops of come onto your stomach and chest. You want to lay there forever, warm and tingly and content, but Selene's voice cuts through the haze.

"Oh sweety, that was beautiful."

You get up, a silly smile and a fair bit of come plastered on your face. Panties still dangling around your ankle, you walk to your desk and sit down.

"So beautiful..." Selene says, admiring you.

You can only nod.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asks, kindly but expectantly.

You nod again.

"Use your words, sweety. Describe what you enjoyed."

It's surprisingly easy to find your voice now. "I enjoyed... I loved masturbating while moaning like a girl. " you say.

"There we go, sweety, was that so hard? Now, for your homework - you'll need to wear your panties to school every day. "

This somewhat harshes your mood. "But..."

"No buts, sweety. Trust me, you'll enjoy it. And you must do it. I'll know if you don't."

Again, you can only nod.

"That's a good gi-boy." she says. "I might send you a few tasks during the week, but otherwise, drop by my place on Sunday for another session."

"Alright," you agree.

With that, Selene signs off. You sit there at the desk, luxuriating in the warm and tingly sensation that's probably due to the tape. But your mom will be back soon, and you absolutely don't want her to see you like this. You get up, and take a quick shower (cold, of course), which helps clear your head. And now, you have work to do.

You go back to the recording of your session with Selene, trying to find something in the room she was in. You hadn't seen this before, but maybe Neha had? You'll have to ask her later. But perhaps the photographs have something you can use...

Most of them are useless. The ones with famous people, or Selene receiving awards, are prints of official photographs. But the others... some of them don't even have Selene in them. Perhaps she's the photographer? You're about to give up when you notice the camera shift just a little. You realize this was when Selene had you masturbating on the bed, so you didn't register the shift at the time. The shift revealed some new framed pictures, all but one containing people you don't recognize. But the last, hidden in the corner, makes your heart pound, since contains people you know very well.

The picture is of your parents, younger, on a yacht - called the Cariad, by the lettering on view -with Mihail Orlov standing between them. All three are smiling widely, though your parents' smiles have a somewhat fixed quality. Orlov and your father are bare chested, and your mother is wearing the most revealing bikini you've ever seen on her - bright red, and barely three scraps of fabric strung together. You can't help but notice that she's breathtakingly beautiful. Orlov's arm is wrapped possessively around her waist, with his hand resting very low on her hips...

This... this might be the break you've been looking for.