Step through

You may have been overwhelmed, but that didn’t mean you weren’t turned on massively by the idea. With a large gulp you swallow your fears, sign the paperwork, and step through. She is quiet for a moment, and you kind of expect something.

“What, you think an untrained sissy like you gets a reward for signing up? No, you get my temper if you don’t hurry up and strip everything. Until you graduate, that bimbo body belong to me not you. Now move it!”

The sudden drill sergeant hostility frightened you, and with the door slamming behind you trapping you in, you strip in a panic. You tear everything off except your locked cage, and step out of the pile to her.

“What’s this, a pile of clothes! We don’t allow filthy little whores here!” She pulls you to all fours by your ear, slapping your bare ass as she tells you to fold them. She lands a hit every few seconds as you rush to fold them, then crawling to put them neatly by the shoes against the wall. Only once you were done does the stinging **** cease.

You ass is on fire, your cheeks just as flush through humiliation from the sudden treatment. She tells you to go sit in the classroom with your classmates for your first lesson to begin. You crawl forward, finding the chair in between them as she walks to the front of the class. Both sissies, the bound one in a black and white maids dress behind you, the other in a pastel blue dress in front.