I slept fitfully through the night, waking often. my collar felt awkward around my neck, my caged genitals itched, my anus was sore, and my mind raced both with memories of the day before and apprehensions about what the day ahead would bring. Without a clock, in the windowless room it was impossible to tell what time it was. I'd been awake for some time when austen stirred. Nervously, we whispered for a while, until we heard sounds from next door of Maestra rising. Some minutes later, She unlocked the door and strode in our room. As She turned on the light, we gathered ourselves and rose from the bed, heads bowed, as we'd been taught the day before. Standing before us in Her robe and holding a steaming mug of coffee, She gave us a moment before saying, "good morning, boys."
"Good morning, Maestra," we responded, pretty much in unison.
"We have a few hours before our flight, so we'll have plenty of time to get breakfast here before heading to the airport." She paused to take a sip of Her coffee. Fishing in Her robe pockets, She pulled out a razor and the can of shaving cream from last night, tossing both on the bed. "Shave and shower, both of you, then come to My room. Don't dawdle." With that, She turned and exited, pulling the door behind Her, but neither closing nor locking it.
Deferring to the older austen, i bade him go first. While he was in the bathroom, i entertained myself with the only reading material in the room, thumbing again through the pamphlet Maestra had given us to read last night. i re-read the section on the Goddess worship that had become the new state religion of our Gynarchical republic. The strange chants, prayers, ritual ablutions, and prostrations described in the pamphlet would soon become all too familiar to me.
Once austen had finished, he stepped into Maestra's room and i shaved, showered, and dried myself as quickly as i could. i did take enough time to wash carefully around my chastity cage and to clean my stretched, sore anus, which was still greasy from last night. When i walked into Maestra's room, She was doing Her makeup, using the large mirror in Her expansive bathroom. She didn't look up, merely directed me: "join austen, lark."
It was at that point that i noticed austen was bent over the end of the bed, bottom up, and that a bright green gem glimmered between his butt cheeks. It took me a moment to register that austen was impaled by a butt plug, and that soon i would be, too. When i folded myself over the end of the bed beside him, i gave him a look of commiseration. his cheeks were burning red as he swallowed hard and turned his head away, too ashamed to look at me.
Maestra took Her time, making me wait. She finished with Her make up, then came into the main room, saying nothing as She gathered up clothing and other items, packing them away, paying no attention to us.
Finally, She moved between us and patted austen on the bottom. "Green is my favorite color," She said, apparently referring to the gem on austen's plug. "you'll wear it a lot."
She then moved squarely behind me. i heard the sound of lubricant being squirted from the bottle, then felt Her begin to rub the cool, slick gel into my smarting asshole. When i instinctively clenched, She smacked my bottom. "Remember your lessons from last night, larkin. Do NOT fight me." Then when i had regained control of my reflexes, "Good boy, that's better."
She stepped back for a moment, giving me time to steel myself, then returned to press something cold and metallic to my pucker. "you get one a bit larger than your brother's," She said, employing the sibling term the Gynarchy used to refer to all relationships amongst males, "because I opened you last night." Then She placed a hand on the small of my back, instructed me to turn my feet so that they were pigeon-toed, and forced the flanged plug into me. When i felt it plop into place, i couldn't quite choke back a small, muffled whimper, as i realized how securely it was fitted inside me.
Maestra left us there, bent over the bed, as She returned to the bathroom and washed Her hands. When She stepped back into the room, She was spraying Herself with perfume that i would come to know as Her distinctive scent. "Go put your dalleks on, boys." we obeyed, pushing ourselves up from the bed, feeling the invasiveness of the plugs as we took our first steps back to our room. "But switch colors today; larkin I want you in the orange."
"Yes, Maestra," i replied.
As i put on the tangerine colored dallek and austen the blue, we both did our best to make the garments hang as nicely, as naturally as Maestra had the day before. And i had a moment to reflect on Her decision to have us switch colors. It was subtle but telling, in its own way as intrusive as the plugs we wore. It stressed that She owned these clothes, as -- for all intents and purposes -- She owned us. we owned nothing. She would decide what we would wear, if anything. It was another lesson in the complete lack of agency i would have in the Gynarchy.
When we had put on our belled sandals, Maestra gave us each a quick once over, pulling, straightening, and rearranging the drape of the dalleks around our forms. Stepping back for one last look at the two of us, She nodded and smiled. "Good. you boys ready for some breakfast?"
"Yes, Maestra," we answered, honestly.
"Then heel," She said, leading us from the room and out into the hallway.
On the way down to the lobby from the fifth floor, Maestra reminded us to stay slightly behind Her and to keep our eyes lowered. austen and i got used to walking plugged. It was uncomfortable, but something we'd both become familiar with. W/we passed several Women, some with boys heeling behind Them, others alone. Maestra and the Women shared greetings. austen, the other boys, and i remained silent. i took in how the boys were dressed. None wore dalleks, but i saw some very short tunics, a loin cloth, and one boy wearing only a length of pink cloth tied around his hips and his genitals.
Beside the lobby was a large breakfast buffet area. It was still pretty early and only about half the tables were taken. Women alone sat; the boys in the room stood, attending to their Custodians. Mistress instructed austen to get U/us a table beside the window. She had me take a plate, onto which i placed the items She was having for breakfast: whole grain bread, fig jam, a wedge of cantaloupe, two strips of bacon, and a hard boiled egg. Giving the buffet a last look, Maestra led me over to the table, where i set the plate down after She'd taken Her seat.
"Thank you, larkin." As She put the napkin in Her lap, She said, "austen, fetch me a black coffee and a glass of grapefruit juice, if they have it, otherwise orange."
"Yes, Maestra," austen replied. As he crossed the room, i noticed the odd hitch in his gait.
