Sophia reformation 3

(Sofia lives in a caricaturally patriarchal world where girls receive an education that leave them entirely ignorant of anything related to sex, but fully convinced that men are highly superior in every conceivable way. Wrongly accused of being a drug trafficker, she has been sentenced to two years of reformation, which seems to consist in being the unpaid maid, sexual toy and pain doll of her mentor, Mr Hartman. Sofia, however, doesn't see things this way, and, grateful for Mr Hartman efforts to help her, is determined to improve herself and become a better girl, more satisfying and pleasant for men.)


Like all girls, Sofia had received a very puritan education. Being presented to Mr Hartman entirely naked had been awful for her, but when, soon after her first whipping that we mentioned earlier, he made her stand in front of him, her hands in her back, and began to *touch* her down there, she thought that she was going to die of shame. And it wasn't some quick and superficial touch. He parted her lower lips with his fingers, and ran them all along her slit, from the button at the top to the opening at the bottom, all the while looking intently at her private parts. Of course, she knew that men touched girls there, and that girls were supposed to let them, but it was a reality she had preferred not to think about until then. She didn't dare to move, but when Mr Hartman began to press one of his fingers on her opening, as if he intended to insert it there, she couldn't hold it anymore and risked a timid "Please, Mr Hartman..." He looked up towards her, without removing his hands from her sex, and answered by a stern : "Silence, Sofia. If you must be at my service, I need to examine closely this part of your body. Stay quiet. And open your legs, so that I can see it better." Head low, Sofia complied, of course, and Mr Hartman's finger forced its way inside her. She had never felt so humiliated.

Sofia had hoped that this necessary examination would be the only one, Unfortunately, it turned out that such "inspections", as Mr Hartman called them, needed to be done on a very regular basis. Several times a day, in fact. Mr Hartman explained to her that he understood perfectly that it was very humiliating, but that feeling humiliated was an important and necessary part of her moral reformation. And that anyway, her private parts being of the utmost importance for men, it was indispensable to verify that they were and stayed in perfect working order. And he added that in her case they, in fact, weren't. Sofia had no idea of what was wrong with her, but it made her fear that she wouldn't ever be able to properly satisfy a man, and she began to cry, thinking of how worthless a girl of no use for men would be. Mr Hartman, however, reassured her, telling her that he was pretty sure that he could fix the issue. Once again, Sofia felt extremely grateful, and thanked him profusely.

She never got fully accustomed to inspections, but inevitably, she became more detached with time. One day, some weeks after she had entered Mr Hartman's service, as he was stroking with his finger the upper part of her slit, she inexplicably felt a pleasant sensation. And this sensation, instead of going away, was becoming stronger as Mr Hartman was rubbing her. She felt ashamed. What kind of freak would find pleasurable to be touched there? She was broken in so many ways....Her feeling of despair fortunately put an end to these waves of pleasant sensations for this time. But it wasn't the end of it. During her next inspection, she felt exactly the same thing. Possibly even more strongly. And the next time as well. And the next time. She tried to distract her mind as much as she could, to no avail. She hide her shame from Mr Hartman as long as she could, trying to look like she wasn't feeling anything. But Mr Hartman, being a man, was too perceptive to be fooled. He felt that something was wrong, and demanded that Sofia would tell him what.

She felt on her knees, crying, and her head low, confessed everything, telling him how sorry she was to be so defective. But the good Mr Hartman, once again, reassured her. It was of course shameful for a girl to find pleasure in having her sex touched or played with, but it was a reasonably common issue, and sometimes even unavoidable. There was even a name for girls like her : they were sluts. Sofia had already heard this word. It was a very bad word, the kind of word that a good girl never pronounces. She knew that it designated bad girls, but had never known exactly in what way they were bad. Now, she knew : sluts were girls whose private parts were giving them pleasant sensations, and who as a result liked being touched there. She felt sad to be a slut, as she would have preferred to be a good girl who doesn't find dirty things pleasurable, but at least it didn't mean that she was utterly broken and useless. In fact, Mr Hartman told her that the apparition of these sensations could be a sign that she would soon be fixed.

He warned her about two things, however. First that she should never touch herself down there to give herself these pleasant sensations, unless told to. Such an idea would never have crossed Sofia's mind, and she immediately swore that she would never, ever, do such a thing. The second issue was that these sensations could become very intense, and reach a threshold where they were damaging for girls. It was called an orgasm, and it should be avoided at any cost. Sofia blushed upon hearing the infamous O-word. Mr Hartman told her that if she ever felt that the feelings were so pleasurable that she was about to lose control of herself, she should tell him immediately so that he could prevent the orgasm from happening. Frightened at the idea that she might experience this very bad thing, Sofia promised that she would , hoping that Mr Hartman would be able to prevent her from having any orgasm ever.

Finally, one day, as Mr Hartman had been rubbing her little button for a while (so that she could learn to handle the shameful pleasurable sensations, he had explained) and had just removed his hand, she saw when looking down a thread of slimy liquid between her pussy and Mr Hartman fingers that he seemed to contemplate intently. And she suddenly noticed that her secret folds, kept open by Mr Hartman with his other hand, were shiny, entirely covered with the same mucus. She was horrified. Was she ill, to produce this? Mr Hartman was going to be utterly disgusted! But instead a smile of triumph appeared on his face. "You're fixed", he said. "Now, you'll be perfectly usable for men". Sofia was happy to hear that, and greatly relieved, even though confused, as she didn't understand in what way she was now fixed. "We'll now be able to move to the next step of your education" added Mr Hartman.