Part 1

“Do you eat too much?”

“Yes madam.” Ada looked down at her hands.

“You will look at me when I address you. Do you spend too much?”

“Yes madam,” whispered Ada, careful to make eye contact with the woman’s cold stare.

“Are you lazy in your job?”

“Sometimes madam,” Ada answered honestly.

“You meet our criteria,” said the woman. “You are not in control of your life. You are undisciplined. You are hopeless. You need someone to take control and that’s why you’re here.”

“Yes,” said Ada, her face burning, careful not to look away.

“Here’s how this works,” the woman went on, no nonsense in her voice. “If you choose to come on board, you move into our Community. You’ll continue your day job, but all life decisions will be made for you. You will be subjected to a program of discipline more rigorous than you can imagine. Bondage, corset training, invasion and torment of your orifices. Your privacy will be nonexistent. Your will shall cease to matter. You will be at the mercy of others who want to use you for their own pleasure, but who also want to see your weak ways corrected. Do you understand?”

“Yes madam.”

“You will be deprived of regular meals, all luxuries, and the right to orgasm. You will be forced to endure discomforts beyond your belief. You will be regularly cleansed in manners both thorough and humiliated. You will beg for release and it will not be granted.”

“Yes madam.”

“You will keep your day job and twenty percent of your salary will go to maintain your expenses here. The rest will be put into a savings account. You may leave at any time, taking your money with you, but if you leave, you may never return.”

“I understand madam, and please give me the chance to stay and serve you.”

“It’s not just me you’ll be serving. There are many Masters here. After your initial training, one might select you for regular personal service. But one may not. Either way, you will be used in any way we see fit. If you’re ready to enroll, I’ll show you to your physical.”

“Yes madam.”

“You’ll be examined, spend the night here pushing your comfort to the limits, and then released for three days to either release your belongings or put them in storage. You’ll be permitted to return with nothing. And then the training will be begin.”

Ada was 32 and had long felt that her life was empty and out of control. When she saw the discreet ad offering to provide full control in exchange for total submission and obedience, a shiver running through her, she picked up the phone.

Ada followed Madam down the hall, not knowing her real name, not knowing where they were going. She was brought into a bright examining room and Madam left without a word. Ada stood awkwardly, listening to Madam’s departing footsteps.

A stout nurse in a traditional uniform entered.

“Strip,” she ordered.

Ada struggled out of her jeans and sweater, not realizing this was one of the last time she would ever wear comfortable clothing. She stood fully exposed, her face hot.

“At least fifty pounds on you,” said the nurse. “Turn around.”

Ada slowly turned, uncertain what the nurse wanted from her. When she faced the nurse again, the nurse reached out and squeezed one of her nipples. Ada was mortified to feel a moistening between her legs. She looked down.

The nurse proceeded to grab at Ada’s fleshy areas, pinching her thigh, squeezing a handful of her belly, giving her a sharp smack on her bottom. Ada tried to stand still, wondering why she was subjecting herself to this, yet compelled not to resist.

“On the table,” ordered the nurse, and Ada lay down, an arm instinctively covering her breasts. The nurse slapped her hand.

“Full exposure at all times, princess,” snapped the nurse, and walked out. She returned with a tall handsome man with broad shoulders.

“A new arrival,” said the doctor. “I’m going to be giving you a thorough examination.”

“Yes sir,” said Ada.

“Hmm,” said the doctor. “Nurse, I think this will go smoother if the young lady is plugged.” He winked at Ada. “Just orally, of course, for the moment. But the time will soon come when you’re plugged anally for most of your waking hours. And your sleeping ones if you’re not obedient.” He chuckled.

The nurse opened a cupboard and retrieved a large phallic-shaped gag. She ordered Ada to open her mouth and thrust it in. Ada gagged, trying to relax her throat around the intrusion. Her eyes watered. The nurse strapped it tightly to Ada’s head. Ada was breathing rapidly and wondering if she had made a terrible mistake.

The doctor did some expected things, looking in Ada’s ears, listening to her heart, feeling her glands. When he pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and requested lubrication, Ada’s heart beat faster.

“We’ve found, young lady, that the best way to control our members is through the anus.”

She felt his slippery finger probing gently at her opening and tensed in response.

“Most people are resistant to following certain rules, obeying certain directives. But the threat of more time plugged, or time with a larger plug, can be very persuasive.”

Ada felt his finger push into her.

“Relax, dear. Don’t fight this. That’s what this is all about,” he said, beginning to methodically probe and massage his finger in and out of her tight anus and rectum.”

She took a breath and tried to follow his order.

“You’ll be having extensive training on anal control, but for now I’m just trying to get a feel for how much you can take.” She felt a second finger at her opening, then a painful stretching sensation.

“Nurse, she’s not relaxing. Give her something else to pay attention to,” said the doctor.

Ada watched in horror and the nurse brought out a pair of cruel looking clamps. She opened one over Ada’s right nipple, let it hover, and then allowed it to clamp down on her tender sensitive flesh. Ada whimpered, her voice muffled by the giant gag pressing into her throat. The nurse applied the second clamp, and Ada’s back arched in pain.

“Now dear,” said the doctor, “I need you to relax your anus in order for me to have a thorough exploration. The more you’re able to do that, the faster it will go, and the sooner those clamps will be off. I know I can count on you.” He smiled at her encouragingly.

After his fingers, the doctor probed Ada with a series of phalluses, each larger than the last. He was gentle, but she had never felt so stretched and invaded. She was breathing hard through her nose, her jaw aching due to the size of the gag filling her mouth. Her nipples had settled down to a dull ache, except for when the nurse appeared to notice her suffering had subsided and periodically slapped one, sending an explosion of pain through Ada.

Finally the doctor got to a large enough phallus that he could not coax it in past her tight anus. “Very good, my dear,” he said. “We’ll save this one for your training. The next size down will be for most of your daily wear.”

Ada stared at him in silent suffering.

“One more thing for you to consider before we discharge you for today, young lady.”

Ada watched fearfully as the nurse handed him a small pot of something. She smelled the mentholatum and had a horrible guess of what was to come next. Initially his cool finger entering her anus felt good, so hot and slimy and thoroughly invaded. But within seconds the burning began and she knew he had inserted a generous dollop of Vicks Vapo Rub up her backside. He followed it with her “daily wear” phallus and she felt like she was on fire.

Ada began to whimper and weep softly.

“You’ll remain on this table for a half hour with no moving,” said the doctor. “I want you to reflect on the fact that this is a miniscule hint of the torment that awaits you if you choose to return and fully subject yourself to our control.”

Ada tried to focus on his kind face through her tears.

“We want to make you into the woman you were meant to be, my dear. You don’t want to be weak willed and overly indulged. I can see that in you. You just need to be pushed, and we have ways of pushing people that you can’t even imagine.” His eyes lit up, evidently considering all the things he might do to her.

“Our next session will be a thorough cleaning out,” he said. “I do so enjoy that.”

Ada lay on the table as the doctor and nurse walked out, leaving her alone with her misery. Her jaw ached. It took all her effort not to choke and gag against the plug pressing into her tender throat. The clamps viciously cut into her tender nipples. And the sensation in her anus was more intense than anything she had ever felt. The minutes dragged.

As Ada left through the front gate of the Community an hour later, after the nurse had removed the gag from Ada’s exhausted mouth, pulled the clamps roughly off her numb nipples, and slowly slid the phallus out of Ada’s gaping anus and instructed her to get dressed, she felt ashamed of the wetness between her legs. She was dripping, and not just from the greasy residue the nurse had only partially wiped from her anus. She knew she was walking awkwardly and she crossed her arms across her chest to minimize the chafing her tender nipples felt against her sweater. But she knew that she would take the three days to get her affairs in order, as instructed, and she would return.

She allowed herself to briefly contemplate what the doctor meant by a “through cleaning out” and shuddered.

Part 2

Ada was standing at attention, naked, in a row with three other women and two men, all of whom were new Bottoms at the Community. They each stood in front of a toilet that was out in the open, no walls, no barriers. They were waiting for the salt water flush to take effect.

Ada and the others had arrived two days prior to begin a life of discipline, correction, and being completely controlled. It had been explained to Ada and the others, as they stood naked, at attention, in a different room two days ago, that they had all used one month of vacation from work to become fully acclimated in to the Community. This meant a regimen of usual discomfort and complete obedience.

One part of correcting their uncontrolled ways was a serious cleanse. They were to begin a 10 day master cleanse immediately, which meant taking nothing in aside from copious amounts of pure water and occasional large glasses of water mixed with maple syrup, lemon juice, and cayenne pepper.

Ada was faint with hunger as she stood before the General, who paced back and forth, lecturing the group about discipline. A half hour prior they had all downed a full liter of salty water. The instructions had been clear – they were to stand at attention until the urge to evacuate became overwhelming. At that time, they were permitted to request to void. Only after the General had acknowledged and given permission were they to sit upon the toilet.

Yesterday was the first morning of this process, and one woman had been unable to wait until acknowledged, allowing a cascade to explode out of her as she stood at attention, fighting back tears. She spent the afternoon nude and anally plugged, her hands bound behind her back, her nose holding a penny to the wall. If she moved, the penny would fall and she would be unable to pick it up, which she was sternly warned would result in a more severe punishment. The other Bottoms had walked by her as they scrubbed the floors, looking down, glad that had not been their fate.

Today the General had advised them that the last person to evacuate would be given a special reward. Ada tried to ignore the rumbling that was beginning in her bowels.

“During the cleanse your physical activity will continue to be light,” said the General as he strode up and down the row of naked Bottoms, eyeing Ada’s exposed breasts. “You will continue to be regularly bound or restrained in order to teach you full reliance on others. You will typically be nude, and you will face various humiliations.”

Ada began breathing slowly as some cramping set in, and struggled to remain upright.

“Don’t think you’ll be eating solid food once these ten days are over,” said the General, “Because that’s not an option. That will begin a 30 day juice fast. We’ve got to get you lazy weak-willed losers to lose some serious flab before we can begin the corset training that you all require. During the juice fast, the physical training will begin, and I can’t wait to work you into the ground. More will be physically demanded of you than ever before, and I only hope you’re up to the challenge, but I’ll be all too happy to provide motivation in the way of punishment if you fail to perform.”

“Sir, permission to evacuate, sir,” said the male Bottom at the end of the line. To Ada’s surprise, the General gave permission. She blushed for the young man as the noise and odor of him expelling filled the room. He was followed by two of the women, one after the other, and each was granted permission.

Ada began clenching the cheeks of her buttocks. She was sweating. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out but she was determined to try her best. Yesterday she had been third to evacuate, her first time moving her bowels in front of others, and she had cried with shame when she could no longer hold out.

One after another, the two remaining Bottoms aside from Ada requested permission. The General quickly granted it to the woman, but allowed the man to wait, straining, panting, before allowing him to drop to the toilet in relief. Ada was the only Bottom still standing, the pressure on her bowels unbelievable.

“Sir, permission to evacuate, sir,” she panted. He stepped toward her, leaning her face close to hers. She felt panicked. What if he denied her? What if she lost control of herself in front of all these people, all of them watching her from the toilets on which they sat, bowels still emptying?

“Granted, Bottom,” he said, and she sat down in relief, allowing water and fecal matter to flow into the toilet. The cayenne pepper she had been consuming caused a horrible burning sensation, but the relief of voiding overrode it. Ada felt better only briefly before the cramping resumed and she expelled more. This happened several times, all the while the other Bottoms watched her and the General continued to stand in front of her. Finally she felt empty.

“I’m sure you’re wondering what your reward is, “ said the General.

“Sir, yes sir,” said Ada, eye level with his waist from her seat on the toilet.

“You get to suck my cock,” he said, unbuckling his pants. “And even more exciting, you get to touch yourself while you do it. If you finish before I do, you might even get to come. But the second I come, it’s hands off.”

Ada could hardly believe this. Since arriving two days ago, despite nearly constant discomfort and humiliation, she had been dripping wet much of the time. Her loins ached for release. She paused only briefly at the thought of pleasuring herself in front of five other Bottoms. But she knew she might get no other chance for months. Part of the austere training regimen involved orgasm deprivation.

As the General thrust his large cock deep into her mouth, she widened her jaw to accommodate it. She had to fight from gagging as it hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered. Ada found her clit and began to stroke herself, moving faster as the General pumped in and out of her mouth.

Ada was seconds away from bliss. She had never wanted anything more. Just a temporary elation, something to help her forget the hardship and miseries of the past two days. Please, she thought. Please.

The general came in her mouth, causing her to swallow his big hot load quickly to avoid choking on it.

“Hands off,” he said. Ada felt like crying. She had been so close. She wanted it so badly. No, she needed it.

“Please, sir, please.” Ada was begging before she even realized it. “Please, I’ll do anything. I just, I can’t…” Her voice trailed off as she saw the contempt on his face.

“Bottoms, is Bottom Ada in control right now?” he asked the group of naked men and women.

“Sir, no sir,” they said in unison.

“That is correct, Bottoms,” he said. “Ada is not in control, because I am in control. But she seems to have forgotten that.”

Ada’s face burned in shame. She felt a horrible dread of what was to come next.

“Let’s wrap up here, Bottoms, to let you get back to your chores, and I’m going to work out a punishment for Bottom Ada.”

The General walked down the line. He stopped at each Bottom, looking into the toilet to see what they had expelled. They had been instructed to stand tall, arms at their sides, as he wiped them one by one. For some of them this felt more humiliating even than evacuating in public, to allow a grown man to wipe them in front of a group of onlookers.

Ada remained seated on her toilet, fighting back tears, as the General escorted everyone out and then returned to her.

“You saw how Bottom Carol was punished yesterday,” he said.

“Sir, yes sir,” said Ada, almost whispering.

“Well your offense is more serious, so we’re going to take the same idea and dress it up a bit.” The General led Ada into the hall and bound her hands with leather cuffs behind her back. He disappeared for a moment and asked her to bend over. Ada tried to relax her anus and sphincter as the greasy plug pushed its way in, invading and spreading her wide. She gasped as it reached its widest point, and then her anus closed around its small base, keeping it firmly in place. She felt stretched, stuffed, and miserable. Her anus was already so sore from the cayenne.

“Step,” said the General. Ada looked down, surprised, as he presented a pair of 5-inch patent leather high heeled shoes. She stepped into first one and then the other, wobbling. They were at least a half a size too small.

“I want to shut out all distractions so you can really focus on why you’re being punished,” said the General. She felt him push soft ear plugs into her hears and then lower a blindfold over her eyes. Finally, he gagged her, placed a penny to her nose, and pushed her face to the wall.

Ada stood with the knowledge that she was on display to everyone. She could feel the vibrations of footsteps walking by. At one point, someone pinched her nipple. Later on, she felt a sharp smack to her ass. Still Ada stood, her wrists tightly bound behind her, feet and legs aching from the stress of standing still, determined to keep her nose pressed into the wall. The gag kept her mouth, already tired from opening so wide during the invasion from the General’s, stretched to an intolerable degree. The worst part was the throbbing plug in her anus, filling her, reminding her that she was owned, that she had no control, and that she had been very bad.

It felt like hours before she was finally released, shaking from muscle tension and hunger. The General removed her plug roughly, gave her a sound spanking over his knee, and asked her if she was grateful for the punishment he had delivered.

Now she sat on his lap looking into his eyes.

“Sir, yes sir,” she said, her face burning with shame. “I was out of control and you helped me.” She looked into his eyes. The General told her that was right, that she was a good girl to realize it. He stroked her hair and she felt adoration. She felt desperate to please, and relieved that she had.

Ada and the rest of the starving Bottoms were made to serve a delicious gourmet dinner to the Tops of the house, each Bottom naked aside from a pair of painful decorative nipple clamps. The Tops were fully clothed in formal evening attire and they paid the Bottoms no attention. Ada tried to ignore her growling stomach.

After serving dinner, she was given a large glass of the lemonade mixture, plus a large glass of water. It had been explained that the initial training was all about Bottoms learning their helplessness and dependence, and therefore they were deliberately put to bed with full bladders, diapers, and restraints.

Ada lay in her bed that night in four-point restraint. She had the bottom bunk and Bottom Carol was above her. She felt grateful she had not been plugged, as was often to be the case. The Governess who tucked her in ensured that she was just a little too warm to be comfortable, and she was sweating under her wool blanket, wishing she could scratch an itch on her nose. Ada wondered why she had chosen this life, wondered whether she would stay. She knew she was free to leave at any time, but if she left, she would not be allowed to return. She thought about her lonely life prior to coming, her overeating, drinking too much, spending too much, and making terrible choices in men.

She struggled to control her bladder, wanting to sleep in a dry diaper as long as possible, dreading when she would have to allow the Governess to remove it on the adult changing table in the morning. Ada thought about the General’s cock pushing deep into her throat and remembered how good it felt to stroke her clit, if even for only a few minutes. Ada felt fortunate that her arms and legs were bound, or she would have no choice but to try to pleasure herself. And as desperate as that urge was, Ada was trying very hard to be a good girl.