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Class of 04 By: Mme Lizzanne I watched intently from the wings of the stage, marveling at the thrust forward hips of Miriams slave. Shackled spread-eagled at wrists and ankles, he had trust against the chains, curling his hips toward Miriam as she pulled his testicles down to the bottom of his scrotum. The bolt upright erection that was vibrating against his belly told me of his intense desire, and why he was the perfect subject for Miriams demonstration of submission techniques. * * * * * * * * It was almost two years ago that my teaching career began at Price Academy, a very private and ultra exclusive school sponsored by a group of wealthy and domineering women. Their monetary contributions came from those who either married well, or used contributions from a legion of male slaves earnings. It was a place where a mistress could send a daughter for a special education consisting of both academic achievement, and also the skills necessary to continue the forward march of domineering women. I was privileged to be teaching a graduating class of five young mistresses. The final year of school at Price Academy is focused primarily on academic achievement, but there is much emphasis placed on other studies as well. This is where my class in advanced submission techniques, or more commonly referred to as AST around the campus, fits into the picture of a young mistresses well rounded education. Ive known of some of these girls since before their arrival at the academy, and their slaves as well. Three of the graduating class were accompanied daily by slaves I had personally trained for their mothers. The slaves were presented to the young mistress as rites of passage into womanhood. Of course given the exploratory nature of a young woman in the throes of puberty, all the young women were encouraged to observe the castration of their slaves at the presentation ceremony. Sexual curiosity was of course very natural for a young mistresses, but the benefits of a castrated slave were just one less worry for a harried mother. I always encouraged the young mistress to actually sever her slaves testicular cords during the ceremony. There is no bond stronger in a slave than the one between him and the woman who takes his manhood, and I wanted his new mistress to be the one to complete the emasculation. Most of the young women took to the task with relish, but some were far more enthusiastic than others. Mistress Miriam was a young woman who truly savored the moment she squeezed the handles of the emasculator to crush and sever her slaves last testicular cord. I remember so well the look of wonder in her eyes, and of course the blush of intense desire. Mistress Miriam was now my top pupil. Over the past few weeks, my class and I had been over-viewing the entire semester, and preparing for the graduation ceremony. The graduations at Price Academy were not unlike those of other educational institutions. Caps and gowns were required dress, and formal presentations of certificates and special merits were handed out as proud and anxious mothers looked on. The shortage of males in the attending audience was understandable, since almost all of the young mistresses would not even recognize their true fathers. The majority of young mistresses had been conceived by unions their mothers had with lovers, and usually as their fathers were forced to watch as part of their subordinate humiliation. Others were the product of anonymous sperm donors collected during the enforced milking of particularly worthy slaves. The vast majority of males present during any Academy ceremonies or socials were simply eunuchs who were there only to serve. The one truly unusual event that took place at the graduation ceremonies was the demonstrations put on by the graduating class. All the young mistresses demonstrated the special skills they had developed over the past year in my class, and it was by far the most popular item on the agenda. An auditorium filled with dominant mothers and budding mistresses can become quite lively as the demonstrations of advanced submission techniques takes place, and the agonized cries of participating slaves is often drowned out by the gallery cheers and salutations. Despite all the preparation, I was still nervous as the first mistress prepared for her demonstration. Mistress Judy was the youngest and smallest of the five in my graduating class. Her size was no detriment to her uncanny abilities with a whip though, and she was chosen to perform this demonstration because of those abilities. I had specifically choreographed the demonstrations to progress in intensity, and also I had chosen each girl for a specific activity in which she seemed to excel. The girls had varied preferences and skill levels when it came to AST guidelines, and it had worked out perfectly for our planned demonstration. A round of applause echoed across the auditorium as the stage curtain opened to reveal a male slave tied to the large wooden St. Andrews cross that dominated the stage. The cross was positioned at a slight angle to the crowd of onlookers, and the slaves back and broad shoulders faced the audience. The claps and cheers intensified as the small slight girl stepped onto the stage, smiling and acknowledging the crowd with a wave as she walked toward the slave. She was dress in an immaculate white leather bustier, and skin tight black leather pants that accentuated the slim build and perfect ass. The thick soled leather boots gave her a certain edge in overcoming her delicate features. I knew there was nothing delicate about mistress Judy, and the long blacksnake trailing behind and snaking across the floor as she flicked her wrist would prove me out. Stopping at the perfect distance, she worked the whip, allowing it to unfurl full travel and jerking at the precise moment. The crack of leather in the air just to the side of the slave resounded like a rifle-shot across the auditorium, and was met with another round of cheers. The crowd was ready for a severe flogging. Unbeknownst to most in the audience, the whip that mistress Judy was wielding was custom made by one of the slaves. It consisted of a very special leather, carefully tanned, shaped, and braided into sixteen feet of pure fury. The thin and tightly woven tip was interlaced with very thin rawhide. This was a whip meant to flay hide and flesh from bone. The crowd was quiet in anticipation as mistress Judy readied the whip, the black leather writhing across the floor as she took aim. Were it not for restraints, the slave would have cleared the floor trying to escape the first raking lash. Blood oozed from the open gash across his right shoulder. The crowd continued to cheer as Judy lashed again and again in rapid succession; opening cuts from shoulders to ankle. The slave screamed and struggled, but the relentless crack of leather against flesh never ebbed. I saw him trying to hunch and protect his slightly exposed testicles as Judy worked the lash across his buttocks and between his thighs, aiming for the slight rounded bulge of scrotum just visible. He passed out before she scored her target, and thus her demonstration ended. The slave was taken down to have his wounds tended. The bloody flogging had certainly whetted the appetite for more as the crowd cheered again as mistress Anne took to the stage. Mistress Anne is one of the larger girls in my class, physically speaking. Her well built figure is a profusion of curves, and she is very well muscled. Her thighs and calves are well defined with powerful muscles honed on the soccer field. Her physical strength is well displayed in the simple bra and thong panty ensemble she has chosen to wear, and the crowd cheers as a fresh slave is brought to the cross and restrained by two assistant eunuchs. The cheering intensifies as Anne lifts her leg, flexing, and displaying the heavy leather boots that betrays her chosen field of expertise. The crowd cheers wildly for the ball-busting they are about to witness. Approaching the slave slowly, Anne leans to speak gently to the slave, and suddenly bringing her knee hard up into his groin. Hes vibrating in severe pain as she backs off to judge her distance. Suddenly taking three quick steps, Anne delivers a full leg extension kick. The hard contact of leather to the sensitive flesh of the slaves groin is audible, and the slave bucks and thrashes as hes consumed in the intense pain surging from his testicles. His grunted pleas only bring a smile from Anne. The crowd claps their approval as Anne again steps off her distance. I can clearly see the slave struggling to regain control, and his scrotum is rapidly reddening from the prior assaults. Im still looking at his scrotum as Anne delivers another ferocious kick. The metal shackles are biting into the flesh of his wrists as he lunges forward at the kick, and I could see the convulsive ripples in his lower torso as he reacted to the waves of crippling pain and nausea. With the slave screaming wildly, a eunuch manipulated the restrained slaves testicles, feeling for ruptures as Anne backed off for another kick. Signaling that all was fine, the restrained slave slumped slightly as Anne began her wind-up. The third kick was the most sadistic I have ever seen. The reddened scrotum took on a bluish hue as the slave screamed and lunged violently in the restraints, and foamed vomit dripped from tightly clenched teeth as his testicles were crushed between unyielding leather and solid pubic bone. I could see the rapid swelling in his scrotum as the eunuchs quickly unshackled the ashen faced slave. He was led to the side of the stage where one of the substitute instructors performed an immediate castration. The cheering continued as Anne pranced off the stage, the pride in her display obvious in the wide smile. The crowd became somewhat quiet as the stage was prepared for the next demonstration. For this exhibition, mistress Wanda was going to demonstrate the use of a hard leather riding quirt in combination with a ball stretcher. I had seen her practice sessions using these techniques, and I was impressed at her skills. The audience began to clap the moment the slave was paraded across the stage toward the cross. His anticipation of the event very evident in the fact he was sporting a very firm erection. Knowing a man is so excited with what is about to happen to him only adds to the heated display. Wandas dark hair and olive complexion accentuates the white of her bustier and thong outfit. Her well proportioned body and deep cleavage obviously excited the slave as his cock reared and slapped against his belly as he saw her approach. The applause from the crowd began the moment Wanda reached out and grasped the slaves throbbing erection. I could hear the quirt whistle through the air as the leather-flapped tip caught the engorged head of the slaves cock. He winced at the slap of leather, and a dangling strand of pre-cum oozed from his cock as she held his cock firmly and again took aim. The second slap struck perfectly, and the head of the slaves cock bounced from the vicious contact of leather on flesh. Three rapid fire slaps later and the once proud erection was withering fast. Not to mention the tip of his cock was turning a bright red as the ruptured capillaries bled beneath the skin. Tomorrows bruising would be severe. Having subdued the erection, Wanda attached the ball stretcher to the low hanging testicles, and tightening the clamp hard against the testicular cords. The slave was grimacing as she torqued the crossbolts. Running leather thongs with small loops through the rings at the top of the slaves foot restraints, mistress Wanda attached the loops at the thick leather belt that wrapped her slim waist. She leaned away from the slave and her weight pulled against his entrapped testicles. The slave screamed as she leaned away further, and I could see the slaves testicles shiny tight against the skin of his scrotum as the stretcher slid lower. I could not believe a mans testicles and scrotum could withstand the full weight of mistress Wanda slamming against the resistance, but the constant screams told me otherwise. The neck of the slaves scrotum was stretched impossibly thin, and the lines formed from the stretched testicular cords were clearly visible. Thats when Wanda began a frenzied beating of his testicles with the hard knobbed handle of the quirt. It took less than a dozen hard blows before they ruptured, and the slaves screams ended as he slumped into unconsciousness. The assistant had the slave quickly banded, and the crowd cheered as she slid her blade across the stretched skin of the slaves scrotum. The cheering intensified as she held the crushed testicles aloft, still locked between the metal bars of the stretcher. Wanda bowed and smiled proudly as she exited the stage. Next up was mistress Carol. Carol was the one in every class with the perpetual look of innocence. Shy, quiet, and rarely outspoken, her transformation when dealing with a slave was remarkable. The hidden darkness in her was such a joy to see when it surfaced, and her domination of men was absolute. She was one who enjoyed leaving her mark, and the unfortunate slave now being restrained was to be her easel. The crowd responded as the Carol moved past the curtain and onto the stage. Her long lean legs were accentuated with the tight leather skirt she wore, topped with a racy black bustier that barely concealed the ample breasts that rode high in the cups. The dark color contrasted nicely with her tanned complexion. Despite having natural height to her advantage, the knee-high patent leather boots with the inordinately high platform soles made her appear even more formidable. She was easily taller than the slave she was about to entertain us with. A eunuch assistant moved a small table of various wooden handled rods beside the slave, and burning in the middle of the small table was the blue-hot flame from a compressed gas blowtorch. The slave eyed the table nervously as Carol approached. Picking up a small and rather innocuous looking rod, she moved to press it against the side of the limp but impressively long penis that dangled well beyond the bottom of the slaves scrotum. Holding the flaccid penis as she applied the rod to different locations, she suddenly moved to place the end of the rod on a small holder that positioned the end directly in the flame of the torch. She then moved to the slave, cupping his testicles as she moved her hand in a twisting motion along the length of his cock. It wasnt long before the impressive erection was jutting straight out from the slaves groin. Carol turned and plucked the cherry red tipped rod from the holder. She immediately turned, holding the slaves cock tightly with one hand. The slave screamed out as Carol touched the iron to the side of his cock. A plume of smoke curled upward, ending abruptly as she pulled the iron away and checked her brand on the slaves cock. She smiled with satisfaction knowing his cock was permanently marked with her initialized brand. The following roadmap of brands she applied to back, buttocks, chest and face would leave no doubt about ownership, and from every conceivable angle the slave might be viewed from also. With the slave quivering from pain, Carol prepared for the finale of her demonstration. Possessing an uncanny sporting skill, mistress Carol chose to highlight that exact skill as a component of her demonstration. As she fitted elasticized bands around the slaves thighs at four locations, she attached small clamps to the slaves scrotum and positioned the bands. Soon she had the scrotum stretched downward, and flared out in width at the lower base of the scrotum. The crowd watched quietly, not quite knowing what is happening as the eunuch assistants position a thick pad just aft of the slave, and about waist high. The meaning reveals itself as mistress Carol turns to catch the tossed bow and arrows her friend has thrown from behind the side curtain. The crowd cheers and claps as she nocks an arrow. The slave quivers as mistress Carol pulls the bowstring and takes careful aim. The glint of reflected light off the keen edge of the broad-head catches everyones eye, and keeps them focused on the arrow as she releases it. Most manage to see the flash as the arrow crosses the stage and almost disappears into the thick pad behind the slave. Its only his scream that signals she has struck her mark. The thick blade of the broad-head has fully severed one half of the slaves scrotum, and blood drips profusely from the severed cord of his right testicle. Hes still screaming as she nocks a second arrow. The crowd is cheering wildly, and the clapping becomes an intense din as the arrow flashes across the stage. The simultaneous scream from the slave and the arrow imbedding deeply into the padded mat garners fierce cheers. The thrashing in the restraints from the slave telegraphs another hit. That and the severed scrotum dangling between the slaves legs, held in suspension by the bands and clamps. A huge plume of smoke rises as the assistant wheels out the cart used for the branding demonstration, and begins to cauterize the slaves wounds. Judging from the intense guttural screams, having his severed cords and scrotum cauterized with a white hot iron is even more painful than the actual castration. At any rate, its a crowd pleaser of a demonstration. The strong odor of seared flesh had just begun to dissipate when the final slave was brought to the cross and shackled. Mistress Miriam would perform the final demonstration, and fittingly so. Miriam was one of the most intensely cruel mistresses I had ever had the pleasure of teaching. The slave Miriam had chosen for her demonstration was a member of the school custodial staff. Aged at what I would guess to be forty, he was a ruggedly handsome well-built man; square jawed and he obviously maintained his physique with physical activity. Of course as I watch the thick knob of his cock just peeking from the foreskin, I cant help to wonder just what sort of physical activities his mistress allowed him to participate in. That cock would be conditioned to lift a woman clear of the floor if he were mine. All I knew about Ian was that he belonged to a wealthy benefactor of the school, and I was a little surprised that a woman would so willingly allow a slave such as this to be the subject of such a demonstration. The crowd was clapping in anticipation as Ian was locked into the restraints at both ankles and wrists. His genitals were even more prominently displayed as the thick cock draped the low hanging balls that filled the bottom of his scrotum oh so well. Likely having seen Miriam many times in her school uniform, I think even Ian himself was surprised at the beautiful Miriam as she strode onto the stage. The mane of blond hair was pulled up and back, exposing an expanse of neck and shoulders, accentuated by the slight jiggle of the large exposed breasts that rode over the top of the back corset. The stiletto heels accentuated the long legs and smooth curve of her firm ass. The ribbon of black leather appearing from within the cheeks drew all eyes as she paraded herself before Ian. His almost immediate erection divulged his interest. His cock was throbbing hard, with the engorged and purpled knob shiny with intense pressure. A cock does not get any harder. Ians cock jumped to attention as Miriam passed in front of him, and grazed his hardness with her fingers. Its always a special moment when a man is so excited by the idea of being emasculated by such a beautiful young woman. Miriam stopped and looked deep into Ians eyes as she reached for him. I watched intently from the wings of the stage as Ian thrust his hips forward. Shackled spread-eagled at wrists and ankles, he had trust against the chains, curling his hips toward Miriam as she pulled his testicles down to the bottom of his scrotum. The bolt upright erection that was vibrating against his belly told me of his intense desire, and why he was the perfect subject for Miriams demonstration of submission techniques. Letting the huge testicles slide across her palm, Miriam reached for the large cock. Stroking several times in rapid succession, she caught a dangling strand of precum as it dripped from the engorged tip. The crowd clapped wildly as she licked it from her fingers with a most seductive manner. Lesser men would have ejaculated on the spot. Unexpected by everyone including Ian, the ferocious slap to the testicles that Miriam delivered echoed across the stage, followed quickly by a series of shocked grunts as Ian fought the sudden and intense pain of the unexpected blow. The follow up kick to his testicles completely deflated his erection. Motioning for a eunuch to deliver a roll-away cart to her, Miriam grabbed the distended testicles and squeezed. Ian screamed out as he felt the full power of Miriams strong wrists and fingers as they crushed and shook. She released her grip only as the cart arrived. There was an array of implements on the cart, some as simple as a curved bladed knife, styled as one frequently used for the castration of slaves. Others of a more complex design such as the ball crusher fitted with rows if intermeshed steel pins meant to penetrate the testicles during crushing. It was a particularly heinous device known to cause severe convulsive spasms in a male. I saw Miriam eyeing it, and I could almost hear her thoughts of how large testicles such as Ians might react to being tortured in that way. Picking up the knife, Miriam leaned close to Ian and whispered something to him. In a sudden blur the knife swiped at Ians chest, opening up a small gash about an inch long. Given the speed and quickness I was surprised he wasnt slit from armpit to armpit. That was knife control. Miriam reached ant toughed a finger hard against the bleeding slit, eliciting a groan from Ian. She smiled as she licked the blood from her finger, and allowed the flat of the knife to run the length of the dark centerline of Ians scrotum. He stood perfectly still, and undoubtedly sure that at any moment the blade would be turned to keen edge down. He was wrong. Laughing as she tossed the knife to the table, Miriam picked up two stainless steel skewers, not unlike those you would truss up a stuffed turkey with, or perhaps a roast. She showed the pins to Ian as she reached for his dangling cock. Grasping it and jerking back the foreskin, she positioned one pin directly on top of his large knob. Looking into his eyes, she shoved the first skewer clean though the velvety flesh. Ian cried out. He cried out louder as she drove the other one through in the opposite direction. She then looped a small leather thong around Ians neck and fastened it securely to the X created by the two skewers. She pulled the cord taut and fastened it securely to his neck in such a way that every time he tossed his head back, his cock would get yanked very hard. It was stretched even as Ians head bowed. Ians breathing was rapid and strained as he saw Miriam reach for two more skewers. Testicles are indeed tough, and that was obvious as Miriam gripped one large testicle and held it tight to the bottom of Ians scrotum. She actually struggled to shove it through both sides of the testicle, and the consequent urgent scream from Ian confirmed the associated agony. He was shaking with intense pain as the second testicle was skewered. Allowing a moment for Ian to choke back and accept the pain, she encouraged him to take it, take the pain. To fight it. With a slightly ashen face, Ian choked back his cries and suffered in silence. That was when Miriam reached for the wires. Fastening an alligator clip to each skewer that was piercing a testicle, Miriam attached a third one to the bottom of a fold in Ians foreskin, just below one of the crossed skewers. The wires attached to the skewers were ran from a battery driven power supply that rested on the table. The voltage was boosted to the point that when the switch was thrown, several thousand volts of electricity flowed though the wiring, and because of the arrangement of the wiring, it would flow through Ians testicles and penis. I was as awed as anyone at the intensity. I could hear the sparking crackle as Miriam threw the switch. In all the castrations and tortures I have performed, I have never seen a man react and scream like that, and I am surprised that bones were not broken as he thrashed in the shackles. Ians eyes were rolling back as Miriam killed the flow of current; just I time to prevent unconsciousness. She moved to him, whispering as she placed a hand against his chest. He began to slowly recover, his breath evening from the panted gasps between screams. He nods his head slowly at her encouraging whispers, and she reaches to flick the switch again. Judging from the agonized scream and wildly flailing arms, Im convinced Ian would have flown off the stage were it not for the strong shackles. Not a moment too soon, Miriam again shut down the surging power. The crowd was breathlessly quiet, and I dont think many had ever witnessed a torture as severe. The silence allowed the croaked plea from Ian. Miriam made him repeat it twice; the last was a screamed plea that echoed throughout the auditorium and down every hallway of the school. Please cut me! Ian was completely broken, and he was barely able to cry out as the skewers were yanked from his testicles. I think it was more relief than pain that caused the hoarse moan as Miriam slit his scrotum on either side of the large testicles and worked to free them from the connective tissues. His hips thrust forward as the first testicular cord was severed in the gripping jaws of a small emasculator. Miriam whispered something to him as she held his last testicle and positioned the jaws of the emasculator high on the cord. His reddened eyes were looking directly into hers as she squeezed the handle and I heard the soft crunch of the cord being crushed. Ian shuddered but his eyes never left those of the young mistress who had completed his castration. The young mistress he would forever serve. |