Graded Pt. 03

Making an extra effort with my hand, as I wasn't allowed to grasp things with anything but the tips of my thumb, index, middle, and ring finger, I twisted the knob and opened the door to a long corridor.

My immediate instinct was to lean my head forward and peek at both sides of the corridor, keeping my body relatively hidden from the outside, but not only would I have been forced to get out there regardless of what I saw, but I would be potentially ruining my chances for Victoria's mercy by breaking with the absurd, brainless, mannequin-like pose I was expected to show at all times.

I went out the door and noticed a couple of women talking next to a water dispenser. I turned left as soon as I noticed them switching their attention from their conversation to me, and hoped that I would find an elevator in that direction.

Their giggling behind me echoed as I walked. I continued with my awkward, dainty steps until I turned right at the corner to find, much to my dismay, a few more doors on the sides that ended on a window; I had gone straight into a dead-end.

I moved towards the window, partially in vain hopes that one of the identical doors was the entrance to a staircase, but mostly just to savor a few seconds of solitude.

In the end of the short passage, I caught my reflection on the window. I looked absolutely pathetic, just like the doctor wanted.

There was nothing to do but turn around and go back to the corridor I had just been through. The two women in their office clothing immediately doubled over laughing, most likely after predicting accurately that I had no idea where I was even going.

I awkwardly walked towards them, while making sure not to let the humiliation of their laughter alter my slow and ridiculous steps.

"Hey bitch!" One woman said as she pulled out her phone, "Find anything interesting over there?"

I felt another drop travel the path from my eye and across my fake smile as I stared at the phone's camera in repressed horror.

"Oh, no miss. I was simply going to the lobby to deliver this document but got confused! I'm really stupid, you see..."

I remembered my instructions and made sure to debase myself at every opportunity. It had the desired effect of both girls continuing to laugh at me, not that I desired any of this at all.

"Would you be so kind as to direct me towards the lobby, please?" I asked as the laughs died down.

"I have a better idea." The girl without the phone said, "How about I give you a good bitch-slap, and you go fuck off and be a living joke elsewhere, huh?"

I swallowed in an effort to keep myself from sobbing with this seemingly endless cruelty.

"Great idea, miss! Allow me to get closer so that you can slap me to your heart's cont-"

SLAP!

My view was hurled 90 degrees to my right as my body stumbled and nearly fell from the following disorientation. The ringing in my ears slowly faded to be replaced by the cruel laughter of the two women. I made an effort to regain my absurd pose.

"Wow, miss. You're so strong! You sure know how to put a waste of space like me in his-HNNNGHHH!"

I was startled by a sharp sting on my behind accompanied by another loud slap.

"Fuck off, bitch boy! You get on my nerves and I'll make sure that little erection is the last one you have this entire year."

They clearly knew the ins and outs of my predicament.

"Of course, miss! I'm sorry for bothering you." I said as I nearly forgot not to rush out of there, "Have a nice morning!" I finished as I finally walked away from them, the camera still turned towards me, no doubt.

As I turned the corner, I noticed a fortunately empty corridor with an unfortunate lack of elevators and stairs. By this point, I knew that it was a bad idea to speak with anyone unless necessary; I would have to find my way on my own.

I sped up my pace slightly. I knew that breaking the code I was given was a sure way to worsen my already deplorable situation, but at the same time, not getting things done quickly would ruin me as well. As long as this didn't turn into a slippery slope of breaking the code to get things done quicker, I would be fine.

As I turned yet another random corner, I found that, in front of me, were another three office workers talking in front of the elevator. I walked towards the elevator until a thought crossed my mind: Can I even use the elevator?

In the instructions, it said to "always presume that women find you disgusting." And, presuming that, women wouldn't want to be in an elevator with me.

"Microattendant!" One of the women called from the other side of the corridor.

"Yes, miss?" I said, hurriedly swaying my butt to approach them.

I noticed myself feeling happy when they smirked and snorted at my embarrassing movements. There was no doubt in my mind that it was because I sought to lessen my punishment, but the gradual shift in my behavior towards this bizarre masochism was not lost on me. It was terrifying.

"Our desks are right here in this cubicle. We're gonna want three coffees. One with generous skimmed milk, one with a bit of whole milk, and one black. Got it?"

"Shit!" my mind hurried to etch the order onto itself. "Ok... simple: lots of skimmed, a bit of whole, nothing. Easy." I thought.

"Of course, miss! Gladly!"

I knew that I was not going to find both the way to the lobby and a random coffee station in time without directions; I had to ask and had to do it right this time.

"Unfortunately, I'm not only pathetic as a man, I'm also really stupid! So I can't find my way through this building. Would it be too much of a bother to direct me to the coffee station?"

I felt as if my insides were twisted by this weird relief and joy I felt that clashed with my humiliation as the attractive women laughed at me.

"Oh wow!" One continued, "Today's pet is not too bad."

"Thank you, miss!" I answered, crushed by the sincerity that was forming in my voice, "Today's microattendance services are courtesy of Dr. Victoria Frost! I hope they continue to be satisfactory."

"Sure, sure. Go back the way you were going, make a right and at the very end you should see the stairs. The break room is on the floor above us, you'll see it."

I relished in the information that I so desperately needed.

"Thank you very much, miss! I'll be right back with your coffee."

"Anna Blackwood." She said as I was about to turn around.

"And this is Isabella Sinclair and Veronica Patel. Refer to us properly from now on."

I made a physical effort to keep my dumb, happy expression while I heard yet more information to memorize.

"Of course, Miss Blackwood. Apologies if I didn't seem subservient enough before. Is there anything else I could help you with?"

"No sweetheart. Go make yourself useful."

They immediately turned around to continue talking, and I decided not to waste time either.

I would get their coffee first, as it was closer and I didn't want to seem ungrateful by going all the way to the lobby before bringing the coffee.

I went up the stairs, keeping my weird etiquette even there, and managed to get to the break room without any encounters. Evidently, most people were working at the moment.

Making the coffee wasn't complicated; same coffee maker as the one at home.

Since there was no one there, I opened the fridge to get the milk without feeling like I was breaking any rules.

The three cups were ready and on a tray. I placed it on my left palm while holding onto the form with my right and went back to the floor below.

Breathe in, breathe out. I knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

"Excuse me, ladies. I bring you your coffee."

With the door fully opened, I could look in to see the three women working at their separate desks. I approached each one of them and asked which one was theirs. Their responses were quick, uninterested. The switch between cruelty and detachment was surprising, but it seemed to make sense: sometimes I'm useful, others, entertaining: the extent of my worth to these women.

"Thank you so much for ordering me around, ladies. Would you like me to come back in a while so I can be of use?"

"Return in thirty minutes, shrimp dick."

"Of course, Miss Patel! Excuse me."

I closed the door, breathed deep, and turned around to look at the empty corridor, that dumb smile stretching my face.

I opened the door that tore me away from the comforting echoes of the service stairs and walked into the light of the lobby. There she was, the receptionist who had given me directions earlier. And worse yet: the expansive windows that showed the outside gardens.

I made an effort not to hurry my steps as I approached her, terrified by the exteriors.

"Good morning, miss. I bring you this document on behalf of Dr. Victoria Frost!"

I placed the page on the table, which she ignored.

"Heh! I knew you'd turn out a disgraceful."

"Wow miss! You are so perceptive! I indeed have a tiny dick that only works for comedy purposes!"

"Oh, it's plenty useful, honey. That little dick is gonna keep you humble, useful, and frustrated for the rest of your life."

She picked up the form and read it haphazardly. I felt tears well up in my eyes as the words resonated in the back of my head: "Frustrated for the rest of my life."

"Ok!"

She stored the piece of paper in a drawer and pulled out her phone, pointing it at me.

Ding, the start recording button chimed.

"Alright! Present yourself, bitch."

I stared directly at the camera and felt my eyes, wet with fear, wet themselves further with embarrassment instead.

"I-I'm- My name is William Lowe... I'm a newly graded disgraceful and a... a dishonest one at that. I'm also blessed to be today's microattendant, courtesy of Dr. Frost!"

My cheeks strained to keep the smile up.

"Ok little guy, and are you excited to experience chastity for the first time? It's like a coming-of-age ceremony for losers!"

My throat tightened with her words.

"Ugh... Yes! I... I..."

I can't lie.

I can't lie.

I can't.

"No..."

Her right eyebrow rose as she held the phone.

"To be honest, miss..."

One tear. Still smiling.

"I'm terrified."

Two tears. One sob. Still smiling.

"I'm a virgin. And now I'm gonna die a virgin!"

Tears. Sobs. Still smiling.

"A-a-and I deserve it, I know. I deserve th-the p-p-punisher. I-I'm a joke, my p-penis is a j-joke, a-a-and I deserve it. I-I-I lied, and I'm sorry."

The tears were running freely, my words weren't, they were squeezing through the tightness in my through, hammered by my sobbing. I was still smiling. So was she.

Ding The stop recording button chimed.

"Well that was different, kinda pathetic. I like it!"

"T-thank you, miss."

The sobbing slowly subsided. I felt better, a weight off my chest. It surprised me.

"I'm really sorry if I acted... dramatic... I'm a coward."

"Oh that's okay, honey. Disgracefuls always are. Now go up those stairs and start exploring the building. I'm sure you'll find a lot of nice girls that could use some microattendance!

The following hours were a blur. Laughs, orders, cleaning, humiliating myself. The receptionist had clearly shared her video.

"You better do a good job, loser. We wouldn't want a punisher on that sad little thing, would we?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. If these copies aren't on my desk in three minutes, I'll just ask Dr. Frost to remind you!"

"Make sure to make that floor as shiny as that punishment cage you're so afraid of!"

I felt the afternoon sun warm me as I walked down the corridor toward Frost's office. Apparently, she had texted the women in the office to have me sent back to her office after my five hours of "microattending."

I was so tired. Physically, but mostly emotionally. My eyes felt puffy, my jaw tight, shoulders and back stiff, legs sore from walking and the stairs, and cheeks burning from smiling.

I stopped my dainty steps and knocked on her door twice.

I feared to allow myself relief. I didn't know if it was over.

"Come in."

"Good evening, doctor Fro-"

"Shut up. We're done with that. Put the hat back where you found it."

Done? I was done? I slowly let my face relax, felt the blood course back into my cheeks. My shoulders twitched as I placed my hands by my sides, they burned. My face burned. My feet burned. My heart burned. My penis burned; still hard, why?

I put the things back, it felt surreal, the room so silent.

I went back and stood in front of Victoria's desk, looking down.

She ignored me as she worked on something on her computer for a while until she finally spoke to me.

"Now then, how do you feel?"

I didn't have to think about the answer. At this point, I just let the words slide out of my mouth.

"I feel humbled, doctor, and thankful. I can't believe I was so terrible to try and lie to the Femstate. Even if I have to suffer in a punishment cage for the next six months, I'll be forever grateful to you, for teaching me my proper place."

"That's cute." She answered, "I'll probably forget about you in a couple of days though."

"Of course, doctor. I don't deserve to be remembered."

I was numb. Too tired to react to my own feelings of worthlessness.

"Mhm. Anyways, there's a few things that you need to answer before we continue with this test." She said as she placed a piece of paper in front of me.

"Seeing how grateful you are to me, I think I know how you'll be responding." She said with a wink.

I calmed the urges I felt in me after her wink and looked down as she placed a pen next to the paper.

"You can use this pen, little guy."

"Thank you, doctor."

I started reading.

"All males that have been found to lie during the grading process and are classified as adequate or below will be subject to extraordinary measurements and testing. The following form must be answered and signed by all such males."

I started reading the checklist.

"I consent to have my genitals manipulated by the attending doctor to ensure correct penile measurements."

Check.

"I consent to arbitrary physical punishment by the attending doctor to ensure proper patient behavior."

I trembled.

Check.

"I consent to the arbitrary application of chemical substances by the attending doctor to ensure proper patient behavior and correct penile measurements."

My brow furrowed. Check.

"I consent to allow the Femstate to freely use and distribute the recordings of the following procedures."

I sighed.

Check.

"I consent to allow the attending doctor to freely use and distribute the recordings of the following procedures."

Check.

"I wish to have the recording of the following procedures sent to my parent(s) and/or legal guardian along with the rest of my report."

My Mom. Of course she would learn of this, but a report? It was too much, yet I was helpless.

Check.

I signed the paper and returned it to Dr. Frost. She looked at it and smirked.

"Great!"

She got up, walked towards the examination table, and started tapping on the screen of a display next to it.

Shortly after, a quiet electric engine activated and slowly lifted one side of the table until it was vertical. Five poles popped out of the exposed underside of the table, all perpendicular to the now vertical table. With one centered at the top of the table, two slightly spaced in the middle, and two on the bottom corners, they formed a sort of Isosceles triangle

"Stand right there facing away from the machine and stretch your hands upward."

I fearfully did as told while the poles moved and adjusted with soft electrical whirs.

"Now widen your stance until your feet are touching the two metallic rods."

Clank! Both my arms, waist, and legs attached to the rods in unison.

"Right, 'a harness and a punishment.'" I thought.

Victoria walked behind me and opened a drawer. I heard the distinct sound of latex gloves being put on while looking at the white wall in front of me. The sound was followed by the mechanical lowering of a camera right in front of me and Dr. Frost picking up some things behind me.

The table started whirring behind me again as the top pole raised and the lower ones closed my legs until I was standing on the tip of my toes. Her black stilettos clicked around me before she entered my view and placed a couple of metallic rings on the table next to her while holding a third, larger one in her latex-covered hands.

The rings were too large for a finger yet too small for a wrist, they looked mechanical and complex. She clicked a button on the ring and it immediately widened.

Victoria leaned forward, her heavy chest swayed forward and weighed against the light shirt, morphing deliciously against the cloth. My penis twitched as I failed to take my eyes off her, the ring started to whir within her grasp until I finally felt where the ring was and what it was doing.

The ring was tightening itself around my testicles. I felt it compress them, making them slide out of the ring such that they were separated by the metal ring from the rest of my body.

My survival instinct incited me to look at what was happening in the direction of my groin, but an instinct that was now far stronger than my survival forced me to stay looking at the erotic dance of softness under the doctor's stern face.

I'd heard popular guys talking about how boobs look even better when they are bare, but as I had no idea what that looked like, I knew with certainty that this was the most unbelievably sexy thing I had seen in my life.

Right when the compression was passing from the zone of discomfort to pain, it stopped. Victoria clicked the small buttons on the ring three times and promptly let go after a beep sounded and the mechanism of the ring activated again.

She stepped back and crossed her arms. As much as I was tempted to look at the way her breast bulged above her forearms, she was looking directly at me at the moment and I was terrified of the automatic machine on my genitals.

I looked down in fear as the tight ring started to expand along its axis, stretching my testicles away from the rest of my body.

"Ahn..." I moaned in pain slightly when the ring stopped again, meanwhile, Frost's smirk had grown proportionally to my scrotum.

She came up to me and grabbed the grotesque ring-turned cylinder, now nearly two inches long, and twisted it as I winced.

"Look!" She said, "You're not so small after all!"

I looked down and quietly whined as I saw that my sensitive balls at the end of the tube did, indeed, reach further than my tiny erection.

Dr. Frost let go of the ring and grabbed the two others. I closed my eyes in fear as she approached my groin and heard two painless clicks.

I opened my eyes once again as Victoria walked out of my view, and noticed that the rings were fitted perfectly around the cylinder. They seemed like additions to the primary ring; they had no visible mechanisms or buttons, just ports of some sort.

Victoria returned in front of me with two cables, one looked like an I.V. drip with an odd, inch-long needle at the end, the other like an electrical cable.

I closed my eyes once again and heard yet another two painless clicks.

I opened my eyes to see the two cables connected and the doctor looking at her smartphone. I was confused, so confused.

Victoria gave a final tap on her phone. The mechanical cylinder adjusted itself until the two disks fit tightly against each other, leaving the stretch of my testicles at a manageable inch. Immediately after, the machine lowered its arms back to the original position: arms up, legs spread. She finally spoke afterward.

"Listen up, Will, and don't interrupt. You're pathetic and cute." A sense of joy spread through my body despite myself, "and what I like to hear from pathetic and cute disgracefuls is groveling, begging, and crying."