Young Ms. Leadership Academy

Young Ms. Leadership Academy 6

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Young Ms. Leadership Academy
Part 6

Dear Diary,

Today we learned about milking and pegging a boy.

It started with giving the boys an enema. We were told that it works best if a boy is not full. Normally a good bowel movement would be sufficient, but for the purposes of the exercise, we wanted to assure that these boys be completely clean.

So we administered the enemas and gave the boys a couple of hours rest.

Milking is a lot different than regular masturbation. Even though we get “cream” from the boy by squeezing his penis like a cow’s udder, that’s not what’s meant by milking.

This kind of milking is done from the inside. Dr. Spadifino showed us another video and this one showed a thing called the prostate gland. It’s a bump inside a boy just behind his penis. She explained the purpose of the organ as part of the male reproductive system and showed pictures of what it actually looks like.

After the video, we had a live demonstration. A boy was placed on all fours on the table as we girls gathered around. The instructor explained how it was important to always wear gloves while doing this and to dispose of the gloves properly after doing a boy.

She also explained that lubrication was very important. In her words, “Take what you think you need and double it. There’s no such thing as too much lube.”

She also told us to tell the boy to try to relax and not clench up. I can imagine how funny it would feel to have something go up there in the opposite direction. I’d want to clench up. It must take some will power and practice to receive something that way.

I watched the girl insert her finger into the boy’s rectum and she slowly pushed it in she told us, “Go slow, but don’t be afraid to push in real hard if you have to. Most girls’ fingers are too short to reach the organ if you don’t push in.

What you are looking for is in front of the boy’s body behind and slightly above where the penis is attached. It’s called the prostate gland and it should be about the size of a walnut.

Ah, here it is!”

She went on with her instruction. “Once you find it gently stroke it along the sides. Don’t press on it, just gently probe it. Make sure your fingernails are clipped short and avoid having them come in contact with the organ. Use the pads of your fingers to stimulate the organ.

Although the procedure is invasive, be gentle. Remember, never hurt your boy.”

I watched as her hand moved back and forth in the boy’s ass. I could only imagine what she was doing with her finger. After a while, the boy started to buck back and forth seemingly pushing himself into her thrusts. His penis and balls started to swing and some of the girls giggled at this.

Then it happened. He came. He just came. There was no touching of his penis at all. It just happened. It wasn’t like a normal masturbation. It didn’t “jet” out in spurts, it sort of flowed out.

Dr. Spadifino told us girls that milking a male is important to his well-being. It can prevent cancer and keep the prostate gland firm and small. Apparently that’s an important thing for men’s health. So we were actually learning a medical procedure. That makes me feel grown up.

We donned our rubber gloves and went exploring. It felt kind of funny sticking my finger up a boy’s ass. I probed around and then I felt it! I could actually feel this lump inside the boy. It felt good. I was doing it just like Dr. Spadifino taught us. With my medical examination gloves on, I imagined myself as a nurse, doing this in her office.

I massaged it just like she told us too, and my boy let out the most adorable mewing sound as I stroked him inside. I heard similar sounds in the earlier stages of our ruined ejaculation exercises only those turned into tortured groans as the boys came closer and closer to ejaculation without release. These boys seem contented, like contented cows.

I kept looking in the mirror that was thoughtfully provided so I could see what effect I had. His penis was erect (although Dr. Spadifino said that you can make boys cum this way even without getting them hard) and he was dripping. I definitely was making him excited, and I was doing it with just the tip of my finger!

Then it happened, I could feel his whole body tighten and I could feel him spasm inside. Cum flowed from the end of his penis. It wasn’t the gushing orgasm associated with a jerk off, this was like a river of cum. He relaxed and sighed. I wonder what it felt like for him.

-=o=-

Dear Diary,

Today we did the most exciting thing at camp so far: anal penetration of a boy or as one of the pink shirts call it, “pegging.”

The counselors were very clear to explain that a lot of boys don’t like this activity because they somehow think it’s “queer” or “gay.” I don’t see how that could be if a girl is doing it to them. Nonetheless, they told us again that although boys are our inferiors, they still had rights and that if a boy says no we should respect his response.

Usually, boys find milking pleasurable so they are open (giggle) to this kind of activity. All the boys at the camp had already given their consent.

We had an unusually long safety lecture on the topic explaining how with a virgin boy, you have to start with a small dildo and work your way up to longer and wider ones. There is also this thing called a butt plug that boys can wear between peggings to keep them dilated.

Once again, we were advised to use oceans of lube both on the dildo and on the boy’s butt hole. We were told to start slow and easy before picking up the pace.

It felt funny strapping on the dildo again. The last time I wore it was when we learned how to put a condom on a boy. This time, the pink shirts and blue shirts checked and double-checked the fit. It was snug, but comfortable. I giggled when I looked down and saw this penis sticking out from in front of my shorts. I giggled again as it swayed back and forth as I walked. I remember how I used to laugh when I saw boys walking around with their erections waving hello to everybody. Did I look like that?

The boys must have been well dilated since most of us girls were wearing strap-ons about the same size as some of the penises we were used to looking at.

The boys assumed two basic positions: one was on all fours on a bench so that their butt was about waist high to us girls. The other was what I like to call the “diaper” position with the boy on his back on the table and legs spread out.

I wanted to do my boy in the diaper position so I could see his penis and his face as I did him. It was fun to watch other girls do their boys on the all-fours position because that made the boy’s penis and balls jiggle back and forth.

I lubed my dildo up with a generous amount of lube and had it inspected by a blue shirt. She smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. Then I put a huge glob on my boy’s rectum and used my finger to try to push it in. It was like trying to put toothpaste back in the tube, but I was able to get some in. I looked at my blue shirt supervisor and she gave me another thumbs up.

It was time to go. I positioned the head of my penis at his rectum and slowly pushed my hips forward. There was a little resistance at first, but then I could feel it “pop” in. I slowly pushed until I had buried the entire shaft and could feel the boy’s ass cheeks against my front.

I pulled back out slowly stopping only when I could feel the head “catch” on his sphincter (I had to look at how to spell that word up – I hope I never get it in a spelling bee.)

Then I pushed back in. I repeated the in-and-out a couple more times until I felt comfortable and the boy looked comfortable before picking up the pace.

In about a minute, I was fucking him with full force.

Did I just say “fucking?” Oh wow, Dear Diary! There’s no other word to describe it. I thought that the first time I’d fuck a boy I’d be the one being penetrated. This was something else entirely. I was the one doing the penetration. I was the one in control. The boy could do little more than just lay there and take it passively. I felt the power overcome me.

I was feeling the push-pull pressure where the harness pushed against my crotch. I wasn’t stimulating my clitoris directly, but it was responding. I think I was experiencing the girl’s version of edging. I was getting hotter and hotter. This made me fuck even faster and harder.

The combination of raw, female power and physical stimulation was too much to resist and I surrendered to my body’s urges. I shuttered and almost screamed with the pleasure. Oh, I liked this. Oh, I have to find a boy when I get home to do this to.

When I came down from my high, I was exhausted. Then I realized that I had missed the boy’s orgasm. I know that the dildo was more than long enough to reach his prostate. With the vigorous pumping I had given him I had to have stimulated it to beyond milking.

I saw the puddle of cum on his stomach. There was still some dribbling from the tip of his penis.

I had to settle for watching other girls make their boys cum like this.

Oh, yes, I like this. This was the best day to be a girl in camp so far. Oh, I hope mom knows about this. I hope she’ll buy me one of these marvelous toys.

-=o=-

Dear Diary,

I can’t believe that it’s been almost two weeks! Today we had the competition with the boys from another camp. It wasn’t really fair, but fairness had little to do with this competition. All is fair in love and war and the battle of the sexes is both love and war. The boys came into the competition cocky (giggle – that term means something else to me now) that they could beat us “mere girls.”

We girls had true confidence that comes from being members of the superior sex.

I am sure that if we played games that the boys were trained for, they might have done better. But we played unconventional games.

One of them was to get a greased water melon into a goal on the lake. It was sort of a cross between soccer and water polo. Only the boys didn’t figure that out. I have to admit that it was unusual to be swimming with boys who weren’t naked, but it was easy for me to imagine they were and that made me more confident.

We girls quickly established teams and cooperated with each other. The boys competed not only with us girls, but also with each other and fought each other for the water melon.

Each boy wanted the glory of personally scoring a goal. So, he squeezed the melon tight as a girl approached them, which only made it squirt out. We girls were smart enough to pass it on to another girl who was usually open.

We trounced them 7-1.

We had other competitions that were not physical in nature such as spelling bees and trivia contests and a contest that involved finding clues and solving riddles to get to the goal. The boys did surprisingly well in these contests, but we girls won most of them because we’re smarter.

The final competition was the sky walk. This wasn’t fair at all. We had the home field advantage. Each of us girls spent days going through this very course. We were told that the course was designed for girls and that the obstacles were easier to traverse if you had a lower center of gravity.

We had teams of 10 boys and 10 girls each, and the team with the overall lowest time was the winner. I was surprised that I was picked for the team, especially with how scared I was the first time I tried it.

I hate to admit it, but I was the slowest girl. However, I still beat half the boys. Melonie, our rock-climbing champ could have won the contest all by herself. She completed the course in a couple of minutes less time than the best boy.

It was great to hear the cheer, “Girls Rule” throughout the day as we defeated the boys in contest after contest. There is no doubt who the superior gender is.

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Dear Diary,

The last thing we did at camp was to learn how to lock up boys in chastity devices. We’ve seen the older girls do this numerous times and saw the boys walking around camp this way.

Dr. Spadifio emphasized the importance of chastity to teen boys. “Boys have to masturbate. It’s a healthy, normal activity for them, and almost every boy does it.

Physiologically, it’s important to them so that they do not build up too much semen in their systems. This will either be discharged in the form of wet dream which is rather embarrassing and inconvenient for the boy, or it will back up in the system and cause other medical issues.

Milking and pegging will suffice to take care of this physiological need.

But there is also a psychological importance to masturbation. It relieves boys’ anxiety and stress and calms their naturally aggressive natures. It makes them more docile.

Left unto themselves boys would jerk themselves raw and would do it while entertaining inappropriate, anti-feminist fantasies.

So it is important for us girls to make sure that boys masturbate properly and that we control it.

Putting a boy in chastity gives us that control. We get to decide when he masturbates and the conditions under which he does it. There will be no more jerking off to pornography that degrades women.

However, while a chastity device can be used to reward a boy for good behavior you should not use it as a punishment device. There are other means for dealing with negative behavior.

Be judicious in your use of the device.”

Dr. Spadifino then went on to show us how to inspect penises that were locked up to make sure the device was not hurting the boy and how to wash and perform other hygiene duties with the device on.

I liked the idea that boys locked up like this had to sit and pee and blot themselves dry just like us girls. Ever since I was a little girl and found out that boys could pee standing up, I was envious. These toys are sort of an equalizer in that area.

We were the shown a variety of devices. In spite of variances in the design, they all seemed to work on the same principle. Some were metal, others plastic and they even had some made of rubber. For a boy with a rubber fetish, that would be hard (giggle) to deal with.

I’m tucking this information away. I don’t have a boy to take care of now, but I look forward to taking care of one.

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Dear Diary,

This will have to be short. I have to pack up and get ready to leave. I can’t believe it’s the last day :( I made so many good friends here and it’s nice to know that they will be classmates in a couple more weeks. Even the upperclass girls have come to accept us as we proved our worth.

I guess they went through all this in their own turn and knowing that bonds all of us together in a kind of sisterhood. I am really looking forward to going to school with them in the fall.

I’m not the girl I was when I came to camp. Then I had doubts and fears about whether I could live up to the standards of femininity that I was expected of me. I remember the thrill of seeing naked boys, but also feeling just a bit uneasy about it too.

As I was exposed to more and more male nudity, I came to accept it and the nervousness of seeing naked boys was replaced with the excitement of making them do things for us girls. Eventually the excitement was internalized as a recognition of the power I had simply because I was a girl.

Girl Power isn’t just a great slogan; it’s a fact of life. I can see it in myself; I can see it in my sisters in camp; I think I’ll see it in every girl. We’ll smile at each other and know.

I hardly recognize myself. I’m not the same doubtful girl who arrived at camp two weeks ago. Then I had a certain ignorance and uncertainty about boys. I was teetering between being in awe of them and hating them. Now that seems to be such a little girl point of view to hold.

I pity Carolyn and Becky. They’re still little girls in this regard. They don’t know better. I know that they are my friends, but I can’t help but to look down on them. Carolyn strutting her big breasts for the boys’ attention and Becky giggling at them whenever they look at her.

But they are girls, and they should have the power. I feel confident returning to them, not as a peer, but as a mentor to awaken the power within them.

I pity boys even more. They don’t even know how inferior they are. It is our responsibility as girls to take care of them in pretty much the same way as we’d take care of a pet.

We have to shower them with love and pets, feed them and take them out for walks, but also we need to be stern with them and discipline them when they misbehave and to make sure that they know that we are the alpha and we are in charge. Obey the girls and live a happy life.

The camp not only taught me ways to do these things, but also that it is my right as a girl to do these things.

I am so glad to be a GIRL.

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