He really should have known that the women, once they had got to know the full story of Sue’s introduction into his fetish film business, wouldn’t just sit back and accept it. Revenge would be on their minds and he was naïve not to have anticipated this. And once you get four girls together planning revenge, then look out. Frankly after what he had put Sue through, even though she was in the throes of robbing him, he pretty well deserved what was coming to him. He was extremely pleased with the first movie, and it was a best seller almost immediately. The inventiveness of the three experienced girls, coupled with the sweet innocence of Sue an unwilling participant (but the viewers weren’t to know that) was an enticing combination. And so, over the next few days, a plan was hatched by the four women.

In “Finishing School” we first met Max and Sarah, as Max chose to make a clandestine night time visit to his former school. But he was to discover very quickly the school has changed considerably. It is now a school that takes in wayward girls and young women and exposes them to a form of discipline they could never have imagined. It is run by the stern Miss Broad and her prefects. To do this, they exercise well tried, stringent, and successful techniques of bondage and discipline. In addition however, and they find that the only material worn by the pupils and staff in the school is made of rubber. Shortly Max and Sarah are captured and subjected to the school’s rigid rules.

At first Max rebels, as he is transformed into Maxine, but gradually both he and Sarah begin to appreciate the qualities of the smooth, shiny material and the school’s “facilities”. As he succumbs to his feelings and becomes more comfortable with his new environment, the school is visited by three friends of Miss Broad. These women are of a much tougher variety, and consider Miss Broad to be far too lenient with the pupils. Now, just as Max is getting used to the life there, the three women take a liking to him - and it looks as if Max is now in for a much tougher ride……

It was, of all people, Big that got the ball rolling. Carrie had noticed that her had been acting a bit strange over the previous weeks, but had put it down to his work. She said he needed to relax more, to let loose, and a couple of times he just nodded and said that would be a good idea, but nothing more was said.

Then one evening he told her to be ready at eight as they were going out together; she asked where but he told her it was a secret. Somewhat intrigued that evening Carrie waited for him to arrive and ruminated that although their relationship had been progressing she felt there was something a little secretive about him, something he was holding back.

He arrived on time, looking a bit sheepish, even nervous, and with a package under his arm. They kissed as she entered and she said.

“Okay I’m ready, where are we off to?”

“Well, actually…..you’re not ready, you’re not….properly dressed yet.” And he handed her the package.

Mistress Stern had grown very rich by providing her rich clients with precisely the required product. Many packages had been acquired, altered, indoctrinated, adapted and then moved on. In the large room there was a shower and toilet and make-up area. There was a gyn/ob chair with straps at strategic points, an operating table with straps and overhead lights, and an adjacent large cupboard with sterilizing equipment and operating instruments. In cupboards along one wall were a large assortment of latex clothes of all designs and sizes – stockings, gloves, masks, dresses, shoes; as well as vibrators, dildos, and catheters, enemas and forced feeding equipment. There were inflatable hoods and suits, a vacuum bed and a suspended single leg body bag. Chains dangled from a grid of tubular steel suspended below the ceiling. A whipping post was front and centre. The shower was six by six feet with cuffs on chains from the ceiling and a red rubber enema bag ready.

To the rubber fetishist dominant or submissive – this was heaven or hell - but a vision sought after! To the normal observer, it would be a terrifying sight, as it was to most of those who entered for the first time. To the four women however, this was their playroom, their home where they could earn their huge fees by taking unsuspecting innocents from their previous lives, and permanently change them into their client’s wishes.

It’s funny how when things start out, you never know where they will end, not in a million years. You feel that when you started out you were in control and somehow over time you lost control and your life, your whole existence somehow is not in your own hands. That is what has happened to me, I don’t dwell on it. Of course I have to now because I have to tell you my story. But I just get on with my life, and by and large it is a wonderful one, but a vastly different one to four years ago when I met my mistress. Yes, you were wondering when I would get to that, weren’t you?

I knew her then as Anna, but now as mistress and only mistress, unless she has a role for me, which as our relationship gets stronger and stronger, she continually has. I am putting this down on paper at her command. I must be honest, for she will punish me if I am not, she may be behind me now, watching me, I don’t know. She enjoys punishing me; she truly relishes it. And, as you will find out, I enjoy being punished by her, but more of that later. When I met her, she was a doctor – well, she still is. She is a sexual psychologist, she’s only 28 now, so you’ll understand that she is pretty bright, and believe me, well experienced for her years. She is also beautiful (well, she had to be, didn’t she) and has now developed a very lucrative sideline that you will learn about soon. She lives a double life you see, and I am part of that life.