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Based on the Characters used in `Another Ordinary Day' Alex Continues His Lesson -- In Full
Alex woke with the sun shafting down on him from the street-level skylight.
Much as he'd slept well eventually, there had been little comfort in the small room, nor the bed he'd slept on.
...the bed? That was a misnomer in itself,' he mused, as he stood and stretched his aching muscles: ...at least six inches too short. A thin sponge on top of slats, on legs a few inches high,' would be a more accurate description, he considered, rubbing the pit of his back.
He stretched backwards, right-hand on the base of his spine, just above his firm buttocks. Alex was buff and proud of it.
`Ah, pride...' that is what had led him here, to this small room at the front of Jared's place, a townhouse in a good area, on the outside of the city.
Pride had led to him sleeping naked as well: something, which he rarely did. Yet he had, which had begged the question, `why?'
He had been left clothing, after he had stood in utter docility before Jared and undressed on his instruction. Then he had been left alone, in a locked room, with just a pink nightie to wear.
So of course, Alex had slept naked, as he was loathe to sleep in something deigned to demean his manliness. He was way too macho, to allow that. And now come morning, he sat on the edge of his cot-bed, the single blanket he had drawn over himself.
Alex eyed the flimsy garment on the floor near his feet, wondering how Jared expected him to wear it.
It was a seasonal thing maybe, but it was cold in the room and Alex's Goosebumps had Goosebumps, he was that cold.
With hunger pangs, Alex stood and went into the small room, with no door, that adjoined the bare bedroom he had slept in, the night before. There was only a toilet at one end of the room, a washbasin the other.
He sat, to do as he needed, the blanket still drawn tightly over his shoulders.
He was bruised where he had been struck and welts had appeared on his sore flesh and he was now beginning to regret his mouthing off at Marley's the night before.
He had gone to the club with a group of friends, all of who knew the establishment far better than he had. And now, he can't help but wonder if someone might have warned him what might happen, if he got drunk and started shouting the odds.
But, no-one in his group from his group of friends had given him a warning. Instead they had stood and laughed, as he had tried to make a fool of Jared and ended up making one out of himself, as he learnt of a side to himself he'd not known existed before. It was a side to himself his front had hid well, for years.
His flesh still hurt from all he had endured, to please Celine, as recompense for disturbing the presentation. `No...' he quickly corrected; "Mistress Celine."
He said it out loud, enjoying the sound of it, `Mistress Celine.'
"So what does that make me?" He mused, aware that as he thought all this, he was getting aroused, "Surreal."
He stood, his erection standing proud and bobbing with each movement, as he walked across the small room, to the sink. And, as he began to wash his hands, he heard the lock turn on the bedroom door.
"Hello!" he called out. There was no answer.
Yet, in the seconds it took him to re-enter the room, the intruder had been and gone, leaving a few things behind.
`Food.'
Alex began picking at the toast, as he checked out what else had been left.
Along with the toast, there was a cup of black coffee, that tasted really good he learnt, as he washed down the last of the toasted wholemeal bread, with a smidgeon of vegetable oil spread on it.
Quite tasty,' he mused, but hardly a filling breakfast.'
He noticed the nightie was gone, which pleased him; that was until he saw what had been left in its place: a little black-dress, with high heels, in his size.
"Oh god," he began as he sat, hands in his face, "what have I got myself into?" Either way, he knew that today would not be another ordinary day.
Time passed: but slowly, for Alex. Minutes passed into hours and eventually the door to his room opened again.
There in the doorway, was a young woman, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, wearing a white studded dog collar and a mauve panty and bra set, nothing else.
Her face was made up to look doll-like; and, her hair was cut short, gelled to be spiky; in her hands was a tray.
Alex could have made a move to escape, `but where to?' He was naked, except for the blanket still worn over his shoulders: and, he did not know where he was.
Alex had arrived late at night, in the back of an SUV, and then found himself bundled over a strong man's shoulders and left in this room.
The cocaine was out of his system, as was the arrogance that had led him here. That had been beaten out of him.
It hadn't been the pain,' he had realised earlier, it had been the realization that he had tuned into all that had happened to him, hardened and almost, enjoyed it.'
"You're not dressed," the girl stated in a soft well-spoken voice.
"No. You're right, I'm not," he retorted, snapping at her, as if she were the cause of his misfortune.
"Master Jared will not be pleased," she said simply, then smiled: "but, you must know that, by now..."
Alex could tell this slip of a thing wasn't going to be helpful.
`But, maybe...?' He mused.
"What's your name?" He asked, in a far gentler tone of voice.
"Alice," she told him, stepping into the room, the tray held before her.
Alice set the tray down on the end of the bed, and then stepped backwards, towards the doorway.
"If I were you, I'd get dressed," she told Alex, as she closed the door.
"Well you're not me," he said, in part in reply, but more for his own benefit, as he shuffled across to the tray, to look at what was on the tray.
There was a bowl of beef-stew, in rich gravy and next to it, a spoon and a glass of what appeared to be beer. That looked interesting to him immediately.
Alex picked up the glass and took a sip: `Yes, beer. And, not bad either.' Gathering the blanket tighter around his shoulders, Alex picked up the spoon in his left hand and the bowl in his right. Then, he began to eat, staring at the dress he had cast aside.
Finally the meal was over and having set the tray aside, he picked up the dress, rubbing the delicate texture of its material between his fingertips, `So fine.'
In his everyday life, Alex was known as conceited and arrogant, yet now he felt completely stripped of all remnants of maleness.
Tears slowly fell, as he mulled these thoughts and waited, the little black dress in his sweaty hands.
Suddenly he was aware, of the lock being turned and he snapped his head round, as the door opened and the girl stepped inside once more, the key still in the lock.
"Master says you must put the dress on, if you want to ever leave here," she told him.
From behind her back, she drew out a small scrap of material, the panties she had forgotten to give him earlier.
"You must wear these as well."
Alex looked at her askance, `No way could he do this.' But, he wanted to leave. He looked up at Alice, still dressed in the collar and panty and bra set and the tears began to flow freely.
"I can't," he wept.
"Oh you can," Alice assured him with a smile, "you must, if you want to please."
She stroked his hair as he cried, pressing his cheek to the teens thigh, seeking solace from the warm body of another.
"Aw sweet," Alex heard and looked to the open doorway at Jared. Startled by her Masters presence, Alice moved quickly away from Alex and then the room, leaving the two men alone.
Jared stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, an imposing man in his white shirt and slacks, his muscles filling the material well.
He revelled in breaking down the haughty, conceited Alex, sitting there, little arrogance left in him now.
The man had arrived at the club with friends, friends who head shown off to, with loud and abusive behaviour, who had witnessed his subjugation to first Celine and then Jared, when his Mistress had chosen to take him to task.
He knew that Alex hated and loathed him for making him dress as a female, yet he also knew that soon he would be submissive to his every whim and wish.
Jared loved this part of the seduction, training and subjugating his captives: at the end of their instruction they would be as docile and subdued as he wanted.
After all,' he reasoned, what counts with punishment, is knowing who to hurt and how best. With some, like Alex, overt coercion would be enough, to achieve results.'
He slowly walked across the room and sat to his thralls left and draped an arm around Alex's shoulders, and then leaning in toward his ear he whispered, "You will wear the dress."
Like Celine the night before, who had commanded his obeisance with simple instruction, it was all Alex needed.
He turned, to look at Jared, his eyes filled with tears and he nodded.
"Good, then you won't need more punishment," Jared told him with a smile.
Inside, deep inside, Alex relished the idea of `no more punishment,' yet he still recalled well, how he had hardened as Celine had struck him, again and again.
Jared smiled, patted Alex on the head then left the room, leaving the door open.
Alex sat there, huddled with the blanket, stupefied.
So little time had passed, yet he already felt so different: and, aroused.
"This is lunacy!" He exclaimed, looking down between his legs, staring blankly at his rapidly growing erection.
Numb, he stood and, with the growing realization of self, that had started the previous night, he began to slip the dress over his head.
It was shortly after eight in the evening when Alice stood in the doorway, a young woman, perhaps seventeen or eighteen; she wore a white studded dog collar and a white tee-shirt, that reached half-way down her thighs and nothing else.
Her face was made up to look doll-like, with an emphasis on blue today; and her hair was cut short, gelled to be spiky; in her hands was a tray.
The young woman's eyes sparkled with delight, as she looked into the room at the small bed tight against the wall, where the young man lay.
Alex had arrived two weeks ago, to the night, in the back of an SUV, bundled over her master's shoulder and then left in this room, no bigger than a cell, with a smaller room adjacent, without a door, that held just a toilet and a wash-basin.
Alice smiled, as she recalled how obstinate Alex had been when he first arrived, his sore flesh bruised where he had been struck and welts had appeared.
He had gone to the bdsm club Marley's with a group of friends, all of who knew the establishment far better than he had, yet no-one in his group of friends had given him a warning about being respectful when there was a punishment exhibition.
Then when he had shouted the odds, he had quickly found himself taken to task, much to the amusement of his friends and work colleagues.
They had stood and laughed, as he had tried to make a fool of Jared and ended up making one out of himself, as he learnt of a side to himself he'd not known existed before. It was a side to himself his front had hid well, for years.
The arrogance that had led him here had been beaten out of him and as the cocaine had flushed out of his system Alex had quickly realised that he had found himself in a situation well out of his control: and he had been used to being in control.
It hadn't been the pain of his beating that had begun his realization of self; rather the fact that as Mistress Celine had taught him the first of his lessons he had tuned into all that had happened to him, hardened and almost, enjoyed it.
In his world he played the role of an Alpha male and a been a leader of men, earning a lot of money and wearing smart tailored suits, used to his bullying tactics establishing his place in the office, but not now. Now his time with Master Jared was nearly at end, although he did not know that: `after all, why should he?'
For weeks he had remained resolute that he would not wear the clothing left for him on the on the end of the small bed, in this small room at the front of Master Jared's home, a townhouse in a good area, on the outside of the city.
Watching Alex continue to sleep Alice recalled that first time she had entered this room after his and set the tray down on the end of the bed on which had sat a bowl of beef-stew and a glass of beer.
She had left him a black dress, a little black dress, which she would never, had worn, not even when she had not been in servitude to her beloved Master Jared.
Alice had arrived at Master Jared's door after several disastrous relationships, with a rugby player, a trainee doctor and, a nurse named Jacklyn.
Unlike Alex, she had taken to her role in the household quickly: and though sex wasn't why she had sought out a Master, even that was good.
Master Jared, her Master Jared was all she needed and she loved and adored him for that. And now, she could not imagine her life without him.
`But, now there's so much to do,' Alice reminded herself as she placed the tray down on the floor, and then gently shook Alex awake.
"Time to get up sleepyhead. Time to get ready." She told him, as he slowly turned to face her.
Alex had been known as conceited and arrogant, yet now was stripped of all remnants of maleness, as Alice stood back, pleased with her handiwork.
He eyebrows were tweezered to a fine arch, his hair was now blonde and styled and as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, she nearly thought of Alex as female. Almost.
He had slept in a nightgown, that was translucent and showed over his body shorn of all hair, his nipples already erect, as he opened his eyes to look at Alice.
"Hi," he greeted her warmly.
She had been seen as his jailor, but not now. Now Alex saw the young slip of a thing as a good friend and confidant, as she fed him and dressed him and taught him all he would need to know, in preparation for tonight.
Tonight?' He mused, I so hope he'll like me.'
Tonight was his night, to be so much more than he had been and less than the arrogant conceited man he had been.
"Do you think Master will like me? Do you think I will... please him?" Alex asked Alice, as he sat up and swung his bare legs round and set his feet down on the concrete floor.
Alice sat at his side and, with her right arm draped over his shoulders she wiped away a tear that had rolled down his left cheek.
This was the night. And, Alex was very nervous: she could see that. "Don't worry hunnie," she told him; "you've been a good girl these last few days and if you're a very good girl tonight, then everything will change for you."
Alex looked at his intimate young friend and allowed a smile to form on his face.
She had taught him so much, ready for tonight and, as he gently squeezed her left knee he thanked her for all that.
"It's been my pleasure," Alice told him, then kissed his cheek and smiled warmly.
Little did Alex know, she was telling more than the truth with that remark. Alice had taken a great deal of pleasure in his subjugation and gradually taught him to dress, act and feel more feminine.
She had even lain awake a couple of nights previously, looking forward to the alarm ringing, so that she could continue his training.
And, her fingers had played between her splayed legs, as she had thought of how she would give him a treat that morning, if he continued his obeisance to all her Master's instructions.
He had earned his treat, a milking and then, demonstrated how adept his tongue was, as she illustrated with long slender fingers, just where she wanted him to lick.
And, although it hadn't been strictly part of his training, it had been a pleasant diversion for her that day and after all, `a girl has to have some perks in a job' she considered wryly.
And, besides,' she considered, briefly very aware of his hand on her knee, he has a good tongue and knows how to please a woman, it would seem.'
`But tonight was different,' she thought with a brief grin, tonight it wouldn't be a woman he would be pleasing, with his tongue.'
And recalling that Her Master had said that she had two hours to get Alex ready, the young woman stood, leant forward kissed Alex on the forehead.
"We'd best get you ready. Master Jared doesn't like to be kept waiting," she said and, at his names mention, Alex thought of his young handsome master, who he so wanted to please.
"Yes Alice, whatever you say," he said in a soft voice and meant it.
She smiled, turning to to pick up the tray again, which she set down on the bed as Alex attended to his toilette.
Beside the mug of coffee was her make-up kit, which she'd leave with him.
"Alex, I'm going to go get your outfit," she called to him, as he sat on the toilet to perform `the necessary', just as a woman would. Even that had been part of his training, as much had been the care of his nails, which he stared at as he sat there, mulling over what was expected of him tonight.
"Certainly Alice, I'll be waiting," he called back.
And Alice knew that would be the case. Alex had learnt to be good at last and now she could leave the door open, if she chose to. His days of wanting to escape had ended and, now he wanted to experience all that Master Jared could teach him.
`And tonight would be his final lesson,' she thought with a light smile, as she moved down the long corridor and up the stairwell, to her large dressing room, where his outfit sat, freshly ironed.
And, time passed dreamily for Alex during his preparation, while Alice readied him for the night ahead and, his Masters arms.
Finally Alice stood back from her creation, pleased with what she saw.
Alex now looked like the woman that Jared had wanted him to look like, for tonight and Alice felt satisfied.
"Alright, time to go..." she said with a smile, as Alex stood, replete with the knowledge that after tonight he would have realised an unrealised dream.
He followed Alice, walking confidently in the high heels he had taken days to learn to walk steadily in, without breaking his ankles.
Although nervous with expectation of all that would happen, he was aroused, delighted to be what he had become, a sissified subbie, ready to please his Master.
And, promptly at ten o'clock, Alice knocked on Master Jared's door.
"Enter," he called back.
The door opened, and Jared smiled as this vision of femininity walked into his room, led by his sweet Alice, who led Alex by the leash, which attached to the pink leather studded collar around his neck.
He knew that initially Alex hated and loathed him for making him dress as a female, yet now here he was, as docile and subdued as Jared wanted, submissive to his every whim and wish.
For Alex, this would be no ordinary night.