“Don’t be such an asshole, Jack.” She said, scowling at me and rubbing her hand. “What do you have under your shirt? Hitting your shoulder was...like hitting a brick wall!” she whined.Bumping and grinding, I stripped my shirt off and flexing as I advanced on Debbie. Her eyes went wide and one hand actually reached up as if she was going to touch me when a voice broke the tableau.“Gross! Is this what the pathetic locals call flirting?”I turned to look at a gorgeous redhead with a killer body who. .. somewhat strange... junk shop.An elderly man came out of the back, wearing what looked like a bathrobe. He smiled."Ahh, Sally, Lisa, I've been expecting you," he said. They both started to speak, and he raised a hand. "I know your names because I am a wizard. Now, I believe you have a problem finding sorority recruits?"They both nodded, and grabbed two small boxes off a shelf, handing one to each. Opening it, Sally saw invitations matching the ones they'd been given by the Sorority. Hehad no idea that the move was part of a broader plan by his wife andothers to enslave him and then sissify him. Five months after arrivingand having experienced some of what was in store for him, he took whathe thought was an opportunity to escape. In fact, it was a set up. Henever had a chance and he was quickly caught and sent to the CPU forwhat his Mistress saw as some much needed discipline and behaviouralcorrection.For four weeks he was kept totally naked, and belted and plugged,except. In fact, it turned out to be the most exciting and pleasurable thing that had happened to her in her life so far. She always said afterwards that those eight or so memorable hours one summer evening determined the way she felt about sex for the rest of her life. It all began with what she thought of later as her first ‘hands-on experience’ of sex. In the years to come, the approach of her birthday would evoke nostalgic memories of that evening when she was groped for the first time. At.