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The Academy

Five: DE's story

Written by DE

All photos: DE

I'm waking from what seems like an eternal sleep. My head feels "woolley" - not quite with it. It's dark - is it night time? No, hold on, there's something round my face. I reach up with my hands and feel something tightly pulled round my eyes. It's smooth and I'm guessing from the smell that its some sort of rubber blindfold. My fingers reach round the back of my head but I cant find how its done up, and it won't move. So, I guess I'm stuck with it on for the time being. No matter, I've had far worse and truth be told, it's what I like anyway.

I'm in a sitting position on what would appear to be a wooden kitchen chair from the feel of it. Although my hands are free, my legs are not. I can feel more rubber binding holding my ankles to the front legs of the chair and more round my knees. Again, I cant find how the bindings have been done - it's almost as if the rubber has been welded somehow - interesting.

The rest of my body is not secured to the chair, but as I can't move my legs, it may as well be. I am naked too. I run my hands over my body - well, the parts I can reach, and I think everything feels normal. Or is it? I realise that when I touch parts of my skin, it feels tender, not painful, but just - tender. I've been flogged before and this doesn't feel like the raised welts that I've ended up with from that, so I wonder what the tenderness is?

My mind is racing. I'm struggling to think what I told Him. What things did I mention? What did I sign up to? WHY can't I remember? This is stupid!

Suddenly, I am aware of hearing footsteps. Very sinister sounding, but maybe that's just the exaggeration of having my sight temporarily removed? The footsteps sound heavy so I'm assuming a man. Then I hear the sound of metal blades and I know it's the sound of sharp scissors. My head is shoved back hard by a hand on my throat and I can feel the scissor blades cutting through my blindfold. The pieces of rubber fall away and I manage to open my eyes. I have to squint - its so bright! My vision is blurry, but within a few seconds, I start to focus on the figure now standing in front of me.

Oh good God! It's a woman - a HUGE woman! She must be at least 6' tall and built like the proverbial brick sh-t house. Fuck. I dont think this is going to be good. She looks like a matron from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and she's not saying a word. As if things haven't been bad enough up until this point, now I have fucking Brunnhilda the Giant to deal with.

So wrapped up am I in looking at this ogre of a woman, that I dont even think to look at my body. To find out why my skin felt so sore.

Then I do.

What the fuck?????? Jesus fucking hell!!!!! No NO NO!!!!!!!! This cant be real can it?

For my body has been tattooed. Well fair enough you might say - is that really so bad?

Well yes, it is when you have the words CUNT-WHORE in black, 6 inch high letters across your abdomen, and PUSSY-FUCK in the same size letters going down each leg. My arms are similarly adorned, MASTERS SLUT running from my shoulders to wrists, in slightly smaller letters (how very considerate!).

I am now shaking with rage and I find my voice. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE? I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS! I DIDN'T AGREE!!!!!!!!"

She-Ra the beast woman also finds her voice. She leans in close to my face and tells me "OH I'M SO SORRY, BUT I THINK YOU'LL FIND YOU DID - REMEMBER THIS?" and she shoves a piece of paper in front of my eyes. It's The Contract. The Academy Contract. And my signature is on it.

"BUT WHEN I SAID I LIKED TATTOO'S, I DIDN'T MEAN LIKE THIS? I MEAN THIS? THIS IS DEMENTED! I SAID I LIKED THE IDEA OF HAVING SOME SORT OF SLAVE TATTOO - DISCREETLY DONE IN A SUBTLE PLACE!"

Beast woman replies "WELL HERE AT THE ACADEMY, WE TAKE YOUR MUNDANE LITTLE IDEAS AND - EXPAND THEM! DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT ELSE YOU TOLD US, WHAT ELSE YOU ASKED FOR? YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO BE A DIFFERENT WOMAN TO THE ONE YOU ARE NOW. YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO LEAVE YOUR PREVIOUS LIFE BEHIND AND BECOME "NEW". SO THAT IS THE NEXT PART OF YOUR REQUEST THAT WE SHALL BE DEALING WITH"

I have no idea what this fruit-loop woman is on about. I am so shocked and headfucked by what I have just experienced in the last few minutes that I really dont know where my head is at. I can only watch as she walks over to a large cheval mirror that is standing to one side. She wheels it over and places it about six feet in front of my chair. Then she walks behind my chair and reaches down. She picks things up and places them in front of me on the floor. A 2 litre tin of bright yellow gloss paint. A similar sized tin of something that smells like tar - creosote maybe? And a smaller tin of glue. Well fucking hooray! We're having a decorating party! Even as I try to make light in my head, I know this wont be good and my head is sinking deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit of despair........

Then, without any warning, Brunhilda picks up the tin of paint and literally tips the whole lot over my head. Fucking hell! I only just manage to close my eyes in time. Then I hear her pick up the other tins and feel thier contents being tipped over my head. My head is spinning - I dont know what the fuck is going on. I want to cry but my eyes are tightly closed. I can feel bitch woman's hands rubbing the contents of the tins into my hair like she's washing it. It feels disgusting and I start to shake again. I am losing control.

Something is wiping my eyes. A cloth held by bitch woman. She stands in front of me and the fucking cow is laughing. I'll kill the bitch when I get out of here, I fucking will! Then I see what else she is holding in her hands. Its those scissors. She walks towards me, pulls my right hand out and slaps the scissors into my palm.

"CUT" she says.....................

©Skyhook September 2009