I awakened to the feeling of the bed shifting under a weight that was not my own. I looked up to see Tracy sitting on the edge of my bed in the sun streaming through the curtains. As I started she put her fingers up to my lips and mouthed, "Shh. It's just me."

She leaned in and kissed me and I felt a warm shock flow through me from head to toe, and I reached out to fondle her breasts. She responded with a little moan and then stood up to lift the comforter away from my body before joining me. She kissed me on the lips, and then began to slowly move her body downwards, kissing as she went. First she kissed the side of my neck, then the top of my chest, then my breasts... All the while her hands moved downward.

When she planted the kiss on my crotch I responded by moving my thighs apart, inviting her in. Instead of kissing, though, she landed her tongue right on the hood over my clit, sending a bolt of lightning straight through me, forcing a gasp out of my lips. She stayed there for only a moment before she rearranged herself so she could straddle my head with her hips and put her head down between my own thighs.

I had never touched another woman's pussy before, much less eaten one. But I didn't hesitate for a moment before reaching up to probe between her lips with my tongue. I may not have had any experience giving head, but I had enough experience getting it that I just tried to do what I would want and was rewarded with a loud moan as she redoubled her own efforts.

What little mental bandwidth I had for thinking resolved itself to make her cum before I did, so I started a relentless tongue bath on her clit. She clearly had the same notion I did but I was determined to win our new little contest. I felt the pleasure rising up inside me and I willed it down with all my strength while I redoubled my tonguing effort on her. Try as I might, though, I couldn't stop the freight train from plowing through my entire body as I tumbled over the edge and came with a loud cry and convulsions ripped through my entire body.

But even as I came she didn't stop. And where normally I'd start to come down, I felt just the briefest lull and then another orgasm began and I wailed and tossed my head side to side.

As the second peak faded she finally took mercy on me and let me come down. When my voice came to me I simply said, "You win."

She giggled and turned herself around and plopped down next to me. "You put up a hell of a fight, though."

"Did I even get you close?"

"Fuck yes! You eat pussy like a pro, baby."

"Thanks. I gotta say, I've had more sex in the last day and a half than I have in years."

She giggled. "Well, yeah! That's how it's supposed to be. You're young and beautiful and your man should be railing you practically daily! That's why it's so much fun."

"Well, but... there aren't any guys here."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, we're all naked here. That wouldn't fly at all if there were a bunch of guys ogling us. Can you imagine? I mean... we're not trying to be whores or anything. Like I said before, we're trying to learn to be the best version of who we are... but only for who we choose. Our femininity is a gift. We're learning how to make it the most valuable gift we have, but that gift is supposed to just be for that one guy who's worthy of it."

I nodded slowly. The institute's worldview started to make more and more sense to me. It wasn't a message of subservience. It was a message of selectivity. But it brought to mind another question. "I've noticed there aren't any... uh... toys or anything."

She shook her head. "No. We don't want to compete with men or replace them. And really we can do anything to each other that they can do to us... except for that one thing." She gave a little smirk. "We can get you most of the way there, at least."

She stood up abruptly. "Come here." She beckoned me to join her. I stood up and she put her hands on my shoulders and moved me in front of the full-length mirror, standing behind me, peeking around the side of me.

"Look at that sexy woman. Look how fucking hot she is. I'm telling you, there isn't a man alive who wouldn't sell his mother's soul to have you."

My face felt warm. I looked at myself in the mirror. My posture was better than it used to be. My hair was disheveled now, but it still framed my face beautifully. My tits no longer struck me as being wrong on my body. My newly shaved crotch, with the adorable notch pointing towards my promised land... I was starting to believe the hype.

She let me linger on that thought for a long moment. Then she abruptly said, "Now, let's go get some breakfast." She smacked me hard on my butt-cheek, wresting an "ow!" out of me, and ran out the door.

Breakfast was essentially the same as yesterday. As I picked out a muffin I spied the coffee urn and my eyes locked on it for a long moment. I looked back at the tables and most of the other girls had cups. I realized that the institute used feminine peer pressure pretty effectively to push its ideas. But where I expected those ideas to be self-serving, here… I reached for a cup almost despite myself and filled it half-way with the black liquid in the urn. When in Rome, I guess.

I sat with 2 other girls and we had small-talk. They talked about missing their beaus and how they couldn’t wait to get back to them, new and improved. Hearing them talk I felt a little pang of jealousy. And just as suddenly as it arrived I realized that that too was thanks to the institute.

I nursed my coffee the same way they did… taking a small sip and letting the bitterness linger for just a bit before swallowing. It was getting a little easier. My mind wandered, thinking back to the last time I gave a boyfriend a BJ. I tried to think of what it would be like to hear him groan with his cock in my mouth and then for it to start to throb… and taste just like black coffee with salt? Would that be so bad?

As I was pondering what to do with my day, Mrs. Smith appeared behind me.

"Monica, if you're finished with breakfast, you'll be joining me this morning."

I nodded, stood up and followed her, bussing my dishes on the way.

She led me to another blank door down the hallway. Inside there was a sort of bench/table looking thing with stirrups just like you'd find in a gynecologist's office. I was immediately a little nervous. Mrs. Smith turned around and gave me a soft smile.

"By now, I think you've gotten an introduction to what our mission is. We think sex is an important skill for a woman, and we aim to build and perfect that skill. Today we're going to take an important step. We're going to go from orgasms being free and easy and we're going to teach you to take active control of them. By being able to control them, you can shape them and use them to enhance your partner's pleasure. Just imagine if you could hold off until the moment your man starts to come. Letting your pussy contract around his cock... Try to put yourself in his place and imagine how that would feel. And deferring your own orgasm will absolutely take it up to eleven."

I thought back to the scene by the pool I saw yesterday. The blonde had about the most powerful orgasm I've ever seen. What Mrs. Smith was saying made sense and I found myself nodding along.

Mrs. Smith continued, "Why don't you climb up her and get settled." As she spoke she went to the door and opened it. Two women came in - a redhead I had spoken to in the dining room and a brunette I hadn't met. I climbed up onto the table, laid back and lifted each leg up like I had done many times before at doctors' offices. But I had never done so completely naked and certainly not in a context remotely similar.

"Julie, come down here." Mrs. Smith gestured in the direction of my feet and the redhead moved towards her. The brunette moved towards my head. "Alright, girls. Begin. And Monica, when you get close... let me know, please. Try not to orgasm unless I say it's alright."

The two of them started slowly, just caressing my body with their hands. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasant feelings. The pair of hands on my torso moved up to my breasts and I felt the light touch of hair brushing by my face. A pair of lips arrived at mine and I kissed them back. I could feel the beginnings of desire welling up within me. The hands on my thighs moved in to rest directly on my sex and started rubbing in slow circles and I let out a soft moan.

The rubbing on my vulva stayed slow and patient, letting me build up at my own pace. The hands on my breasts alternated between giving light little pinches on my nipples and firm squeezes on the rest. My breathing started to get deeper and faster, but the stimulation stayed steady and unhurried, but relentless. I started to feel close and I remembered my instructions and breathlessly exclaimed, "Oh, I'm going to... I think... Oh God!"

At that moment, all of the hands froze in place, ceasing my stimulation. Mrs. Smith said, "Fight it. Stay on top. Don't fall in." I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists and moaned in frustration.

The hands started moving more slowly... just enough to keep me on the edge. I breathlessly begged for release. "Oh please, please let me come."

Mrs. Smith replied, "No. Not yet. Hold on a little longer and I promise you it'll be worth it."

I tried moving my hips against the hands that were teasing them, but they simply moved with me, not allowing me any more than they were willing to give. I tried in desperation to reach down with my hand, but the hands working my breasts took ahold of my wrists and restrained them, holding them in midair.

The hands working my pussy started to go faster, moving me back to the brink again.

"Oh pleeease," I begged.

"Alright, Monica, I'm going to count down. I want you to come right when I say, alright? Three... Two... One... Now."

When I heard the "Now," something snapped inside and every muscle I had tensed up as one and I swear I screamed as the orgasm began. My whole body shuddered completely out of my control. If it weren't for the stirrups, I might have landed on the floor.

As I came back to my senses I heard Mrs. Smith's voice. "Excellent, Monica! Well done. You see how being in control can be its own reward?"

It was all I could do to say, "Uh huh."

"Now, we're going to start again. This time we're not going to back off and it'll be up to you to last as long as you can. Are you ready?"

I gulped and nodded.

The hands on my wrists pulled them up over my head and held them immobile. Julie brought her head down to my crotch and I felt her tongue land on my slit and start giving it long, sloppy licks from the bottom to the hood of my clit. The pleasure welled up quickly inside me, and I started to moan and toss my head side to side. She started poking her tongue between my nether lips, probing and dancing and I could tell I was headed for another massive orgasm.

"Don't give in, Monica. Stay in control."

I gritted my teeth and tried to shove the impending explosion into a box... to just hold on to that peak just a little bit longer.

No!

I didn't want to disappoint Mrs. Smith. I didn't want to give in. I tried, but there was only so much willpower I could find. I started to shake and convulse and strain against the hands pinning my wrists and clamped my thighs around the head that held the tongue that was lashing my clit and spurring me into the stratosphere.

And it didn't stop. Somehow she managed to keep her tongue on its target, lashing my clit relentlessly. The volcanic eruption running through my body peaked again and I convulsed some more, completely out of control.

And then there was nothing but my panting. As my senses returned, the hands holding my wrists released their hold and I felt lips touching mine and I kissed them. From the distance, I heard Mrs. Smith's voice.

"Well done, Monica! You did very well. You held on longer than I expected for a beginner. And you see how holding out becomes its own reward?"

Again, I could only come up with, "Uh huh."

The two girls helped me out of the stirrups and onto my wobbly feet. They wrapped me in a group hug, the three of us forming ephemeral kissing pairs one after another.

Mrs. Smith spoke again, "Why don't you relax by the pool for the rest of the afternoon. I'll see you again tomorrow morning, Monica."

I nodded and followed the other girls through the door. I headed back out to the pool.

When I had settled into the lounge chair again, I felt the sun on my body and it combined with the post-orgasmic bliss I still felt and made me feel luxuriously lazy. There were only a few others sharing the pool deck with me, most of them sunbathing like I was.

I started to daydream about everything that had happened to me so far. I had never in my life been so immersed in anything so unapologetically feminine. It had been drilled into me that the goal was equality with men, and I could see that that had forced a sort of sexlessness on me. Even as I was a champion of trafficked women I realized it was because I pitied them of their weakness. But this place... It wasn't teaching subservience. It was showing me strengths that I possessed that I had completely ignored pursuing... what? A career as an investigative journalist? Was that really a better destiny than a woman who was loved and cherished? Maybe even the mother of children?

I didn't know the answer then. I'm still not sure I know now, but I decided it was a question I could at least no longer ignore.

I drifted off into a nap. When I woke up Julie the redhead from this morning was in the lounge chair next to me. I turned and saw that her eyes were closed. I spoke quietly, "Hey, are you awake?"

Her eyes opened and she gave a little smile. "Yeah, I'm up."

"I just... this morning... thank you, first of all..."

She laughed a little. "Of course. We all help each other. After you've been here a little while you'll get called in to help with things like that too."

"So... You had that... uh... lesson too?"

"Oh yeah. It was a little harder for me to get into it than it was for you, but once I was there, I didn't hold out nearly as well as you did. I really had to fantasize about a guy licking my pussy to get there. I swear when I get back home I'm going to absolutely wear the foreskin off my boyfriend!"

I laughed. "So what are you waiting for? We can leave any time, right?"

"Oh sure, but I don't want to miss out on anything, you know? And too, I want to give back a little... Like I did for you."

As I pondered that, the dinner bell rang and we both got up and headed in.

After dinner I made my way back to my room and the phone was there waiting for me. I sat down on the bed and just stared at it. It felt like a leash I didn't want to wear. I just... didn't want to bother with it. But at the same time I knew I had to say something. If I went a day without checking in...

I grabbed it and tapped out a quick, perfunctory check-in, claimed to be tired and would say more tomorrow. I clicked "Send," then tossed the phone over to the table, wrapped myself up in the comforter and turned over onto my side to go to sleep.