"Send in the next boy on your way out, please," I instructed, closing the chastity cage securely.
The sullen boy didn't say a word; he didn't even raise his embarrassed eyes from the ground. He simply shuffled his scrawny naked body out of the room while I logged his particulars in my notebook under the heading "Number 5".
'So far so good,' I thought, paging through the book of sub-boys I have already logged today. 'Perhaps this month's recruits will do better...'
There was a knock on the door. I closed the book again.
"Enter!"
The door slowly swung open to reveal a tall boy with dark hair and wide eyes.
"Welcome to the Sub Academy, Number 6," I smiled. "Consider yourself very lucky that your Mistress loved you enough to send you for proper training."
"I do; I'm very lucky..." you said, barely audible. You seemed shy but tried to keep a brave face.
"Come here, darling, let me have a closer look at you," I ordered, and you obeyed, closing the door behind you.
Up close, your face was even prettier, very feminine. "Such a cutie-pie..." I got up and pinched your cheek, getting a better look at your features.
You blushed.
"Let's see what we're working with, Number 6," I tapped my long, wooden ruler on the table. "Strip!" I demanded firmly.
"I... um... everything?" you asked in a shaky voice.
I pointed my ruler at the five neat piles of clothes against the wall. "Everything, please. Folded properly. I'm not in the mood for another brat; Number 5 was a handful. I don't know if you've noticed those painful lashes on his ass when he left... but you don't want to disobey me, understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, Madame," I corrected you. "I may not be your Mistress, but while you are under my roof, you will show respect and do as I say."
"Yes, Madame," you lowered your eyes and started unbuttoning your shirt.
One by one the layers came off until you were only in your boxer shorts.
You folded your clothes and put them in the pile.
"Those too..." I said, pointing my ruler at your crotch area.
You slowly slid the boxers down, hunching down to fold them without having to show yourself. Carefully, you stood up, now completely exposed and vulnerable in the bright light of my office.
"There you go, now we can begin your induction," I got up and walked around you to get a better look at your whole body.
I gently tapped your bum with my ruler.
You jumped in surprise.
I laughed out loud.
"You really need to be less jumpy, Number 6. It will make your training much more effective if you don't try and fight it."
You nodded; your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Okay, enough time-wasting. Let's get started... Do you see the numbers there on the corner of the table?" I asked, pointing my ruler to the measurements on the glass.
You nodded.
"Do you know what it's for?"
You shook your head uncertainly.
"We're going to see how small you are," I said. "Come closer, stand right up against the glass... there you go... now lift that sad cock of yours onto the table... It's going to be a little cold, but you'll get used to it."