Futa Attitude Adjustment (pt. 1)

Today was the day. Jess woke up on Friday knowing that she'd finally have to face what she'd been dreading all week - her husband was dropping her off at the Futa Correctional Institute for the weekend, for a "full attitude adjustment." Jess knew that she deserved it. She'd been getting lazy and neglecting her duties as a futa housewife - she hadn't been cooking or cleaning, and the house was a mess. But the final straw for her husband was when he sat down for his nightly blowjob session and Jess refused to worship his cock the way a good futa housewife should. Instead, she slapped his balls and ran to her room. Jess didn't know why she wasn't performing her duties - maybe she had grown tired of them, maybe she was just being a brat. Maybe, this "attitude adjustment" was exactly what she needed...

In the mid afternoon, Jess's husband drove her to the Institute. He told her that she wouldn't need anything but the clothes she was wearing, which included a chastity cage that was getting more and more uncomfortable as her balls got fuller and fuller. When her husband had called the Institute last week, they had insisted he cage Jess's cock until the day her punishment was to start. That had already started to adjust Jess's attitude - as she grew hornier over the week, she gave the most enthusiastic blowjobs her husband had ever received, and she begged to be released from chastity to cum.

But her husband knew that any changes to her attitude would be short-lived without an extensive session at the Institute. Jess's husband knew that sessions varied from a few hours to a week, and could feature different levels of reward or punishment for futa housewives. When he called the institute last weekend, the woman on the phone explained some of the punishment packages available, and suggested the Weekend Attitude Adjustment based on the severity of Jess's misbehavior. She explained that it was one of the more extreme packages and included a severe variety of punishments, but was 95% effective for first-time offenders. She promised that if Jess needed additional correction in the next year, the Institute would do it for free. Her husband was sold, and signed Jess up for a 4pm Friday dropoff and Sunday evening pick-up.

As they pulled into the facility, Jess's husband told her, "Remember, honey - this is for your own good. It's going to be very intense, but will help you see what's waiting for futas who don't serve their husbands. Hopefully, this will be the only time we have to do this."

Jess couldn't do anything but nod solemnly and say, "Yes, sir"

The facility was a beautiful steel and glass building, with a small lobby and a large volume volume behind that had no windows. Jess and her husband walked into the lobby and were greeted by a tall, curvy woman wearing a lab coat that revealed deep cleavage and showed a significant bulge in the crotch. The futa employee introduced herself as Nurse Trish and explained the intake process to Jess's husband

"Hello! I'll be helping administer Jess's treatment this weekend, but I just need you to do a little paperwork before we can get started." She passed a clipboard to him, and he flipped through

"Oh, no need to read in depth," she said, "these just certify what we discussed over the phone - that the Institute has full control over Jess's body while she's here, and we can use our full spectrum of punishments that won't cause permanent damage to your futa. Also, confirming that you've elected for the Weekend Attitude Adjustment which is one of our most intense packages, and that you've selected the 'No Mercy' option for Jess's treatment."

Jess did not like the sound of any of this, and was really getting nervous. She tried one last time to convince her husband that this wasn't necessary and that she'd be a good futa from now on. He just shook his head and signed the paperwork. "I know it's scary baby, but you need to see the consequences of your actions."

He handed the clipboard back, along with the keys to Jess's chastity cage, shook the nurse's hand, and kissed Jess goodbye. "See you in a couple days honey. Be a good girl and don't try to resist your nurses"

Another nurse came out to the lobby - she was even taller and curvier than nurse Trish, with muscles (and a futa cock) bulging through her lab coat. She introduced herself as Nurse Veronica, and then the nurses firmly grabbed Jess's arms and guided her back through the double doors, down a series of hallways, to a room marked "Punishment Suite 3."

The room reminded Jess of a doctor's office, with a sink and cabinets in the corner, and cool fluorescent lighting. In the middle of the room, however, was something quite different. It looked like a tiered bench with padded cushions, and lots of thick velcro straps.

"This is where we'll be administering your treatment," Nurse Trish said "but first we need to get you ready. Take off your clothes. All of them"

Seeing the bondage table, Jess was too nervous to do anything but comply. She began to undress, gradually revealing her perfect futa body. Anyone on the street could notice Jess's plump dick-sucking lips, the curves of her tits and ass, and the bulge in her crotch, but few had seen exactly what Jess was packing. As she revealed her f-cup breasts which were somehow still perky, her slim waist, and her round but firm butt, the nurses whistled. "Fuck, we're going to have so much fun with you this weekend," Veronica said under her breath

Finally, Jess removed her underwear and uncovered her caged cock resting on her heavy full balls. Trish unlocked the cage and released Jess's cock, which quickly expanded to it's full length of 10" with impressive girth. Jess instinctively grabbed her cock with both hands and slowly stroked it.

The nurses grabbed Jess's arms and Trish smacked her in the balls. As Jess yelped in pain, Veronica explained, "The first rule of the institute is that we control your body. You are never to touch yourself. But it's ok - we don't expect patients to be able to respect the rules. That's why we have all this helpful equipment."

Veronica held onto Jess as Trish went into an adjoining storage room and wheeled in a small cart of bondage gear and spanking implements (and a knob of ginger for some reason). They put leather mitts on Jess ("So you can't do anything about those naughty impulses") and then led her to the bench. Jess put her legs and forearms on the lower pads and rested her body on the top pad, like she was on all fours. Her face rested on a pillow like a massage table. It was quite comfortable, besides the fact that it slightly elevated Jess's ass and spread her legs, so that her cock, balls, pussy, and asshole were fully exposed with very easy access. There was also a gap in the padding underneath Jess's chest, so that her tits hung freely. Trish and Veronica circled the table, fastening all of the straps around Jess's ankles, thighs, lower back, chest, upper arms, and wrists. By the time they were done, Jess could only move her head.

"And now for the most important part!" Trish said excitedly as she grabbed something off the cart and walked around to Jess's head. Trish grabbed a fistful of Jess's hair and pulled her head back to see a 6 inch dildo gag. "This will make sure that you can't talk back, and never get too comfortable. I know futas have little gag reflex, but I think you'll find it starts to come back with a cock in your throat for hours." Trish giggled and pushed the gag into Jess's throat, fastening it around her head and then strapping her head to the table.

"Ok! We're done! Jess, you relax here while we get everything else ready." Jess could do nothing but moan into her gag as her drool began to drip onto the floor.

After what felt like an hour, Trish and Veronica returned with another small cart. This time, they wheeled it under Jess's head so she could see through the hole in the cushion. Jess groaned when she saw the five syringes on the cart alongside a tube of cream.

"Oh don't be a baby," Trish laughed as she explained, "these are a very important part of your treatment. See, futas produce delicious cum and milk, but not that quickly - these will speed up your production so that our treatments are more effective." Jess had a feeling that "more effective" really meant "more unpleasant."

Trish wheeled the cart around to Jess's backside. Jess tensed her body and yelped when she felt the first needle penetrate her perineum: the first shot was going into her prostate. The next two went into her balls and hurt even worse, but Jess could do nothing but moan and take it.

Trish then began rubbing the cream into Jess's cock, which quickly began to tingle. "This one is my favorite - this special lotion makes your cock extremely sensitive and rock hard for 48 hours, which will make some of our later treatments so much more fun!"

The last two shots went into Jess's nipples. Tears rolled down her face, but her pain was only going to get worse for the foreseeable future.

Trish called to Veronica, who had been busy preparing something on the other cart, "How are we looking over there nurse?" Veronica replied, "The ginger is ready, and all our implements are laid out. I think we can start the first treatment!"

Trish hit a button on the wall labeled "Spanking 1" and the bondage bench began to move. Jess's legs were straightened so that her ass returned to it's plump and jiggly natural state; then, her ass was elevated slightly to provide an easy target and reveal the tender flesh at the top of her thighs. Jess's hard cock and heavy balls dangled beneath the bench.

Trish and Veronica stood on either side of Jess's ass. Veronica spread her cheeks apart, and Jess finally understood what the ginger was for as Trish slid it into her asshole. Jess whimpered as she felt the intense burning sensation around her asshole. She'd heard of this punishment, "figging," before, and she knew that the burning would only get worse over time. One of the nurses sprayed some cold water on Jess's ass, and then her first "treatment" began.

The nurses each focused on one of Jess's cheeks, and started with a hand spanking warm-up. They accelerated gradually and were incredibly thorough, so that after 30 minutes, Jess's entire ass and both her upper thighs were burning. The nurses expertly spread Jess's cheeks to make sure that the inside of her crack was also receiving treatment. If she tried to clench, the ginger burned even worse, so Jess was forced to relax and take it. The cold water sprayed every few minutes made her skin that much more sensitive to the nurse's hands.

Jess didn't really start to cry until the second phase of treatment. After the hand spanking warmup, Trish and Veronica grabbed matching wooden spoons and got to work on Jess's cheeks. They were equally thorough with the spoons as with their hands, and Jess's entire ass burned even more now. Once they had worked her over, they spent a few minutes focused on the sit spots at the top of her thighs, and Jess screamed into her gag as they hit the same spots over and over. Jess knew that she would not be able to sit right for a week after this treatment.

Finally, the nurses stopped, and Jess thought her punishment was over - but then she heard the swish of canes being swung through the air. The final part of her spanking treatment was the worst. Trish described what was going to happen.

"Veronica and I have been very thorough in warming your ass up so far. Hand and spoon spanking, however, is not really a punishment. We at the Institute believe in treatment like this every week for maintenance of a futa. To really adjust your attitude, we believe a caning is necessary. That's what Veronica and I are going to administer now. On each side, you will receive 12 strokes spaced an inch apart, from your upper buttocks to your upper thigh. Please don't try to resist"

Trish went first, expertly applying the cane strokes to Jess's right cheek as she screamed, cried, and drooled. Veronica quickly applied her strokes even harder to Jess's left cheek, and then it was over. Jess's ass was completely red, with 24 beautiful welts beginning to rise. Veronica twisted the ginger in Jess's anus for one last burn, and then pulled it out.

As Jess sobbed, Trish whispered into her ear, "Shhhh baby, I know it hurts, but this is what happens to futas who can't behave. Don't worry, tonight's ass spanking is now over. You can relax for a few minutes while we prepare for the next treatment."

The nurses were not gone for very long. Trish walked around to Jess's head and showed her three devices through the hole in the table.

"Do you know what these are honey? Oh that's right, you can't talk right now. Well I'll tell you in case you're not familiar. This is a humbler: it's often used on naughty futas' balls to keep them in a nice submissive position. But you can't move anyway! In your case, we use the humbler to hold your balls in an accessible position for treatment.

"And these other tools? These are your treatments - they're Veronica's and my favorite ball-beating implements. I like the delrin loop: it looks like a thin loop of plastic but my patients say the stinging sensation is out of this world. Veronica likes to use this two-tailed rubber tawse: it's like a horsewhip built for your balls! What we love about these implements is that we can apply them for hours without doing permanent damage. Don't worry though, the package your husband signed you up for only includes one hour!"

Jess began to cry again. The thought of another hour of torture was unbearable, but she didn't have a choice. Her balls were also aching intensely from the earlier injections, and she could tell they were incredibly swollen. Nurse Veronica pulled Jess's balls through the hole in the humbler and tightened it around them. The humbler rested right on Jess's tortured sit spot, but that was about to be the least of her worries.

The ball beating was relentless as the nurses alternated strokes. Occasionally, one would take over and beat both of Jess's balls with her instrument of choice for a minute at a time. Jess barely stopped screaming into her gag for the full hour, and was on the edge of blacking out from the pain. She promised herself that she would do whatever it took to never receive this treatment again. If the nurses could read her mind, they'd have known that the treatment had already worked, but they were required to complete a patient's treatment no matter how much she begged and cried and promised to be a good futa. And besides, Veronica and Trish were having so much fun.

Finally, the treatment of Jess's balls was over. This time, she had earned a real break - Trish removed Jess's gag and returned to the room with water and a protein shake. She placed them under the hole in the table, with straws near Jess's mouth.

"Go ahead and drink honey. You're going to need the energy later. We'll give you some time to drink, and then we'll come back to make sure your bladder and rectum are empty."

Once Jess stopped crying, she gulped down the water and protein shake. There was no clock in the room, but Jess estimated it was about 10pm now and hoped that she would be allowed to sleep soon. The nurses returned after half an hour and fulfilled their promise to help Jess with her bodily functions. Trish snaked a catheter up Jess's rock-hard cock to relieve the pressure in her bladder, while Veronica administered a warm enema. Jess could tell that the nurses really did care for her, even if they enjoyed being responsible for her pain.

Trish again whispered in her ear: "You're doing such a good job baby. I can tell that the treatments are getting through to you, and you're taking them so well. There's a lot more treatments to go, but I know you'll be able to handle them."

The nurses again left the room and again returned with another cart. This one sounded very large and heavy, and Jess wondered what was in store for her now. Trish pushed another button on the wall labeled "Milking 1" and the bench began to move again. It was similar to the initial position with Jess on all fours, but this time her legs were spread apart and the bench changed shape so that her ass was even higher in the air.

Jess felt Veronica lubing her anus as Trish sat on a stool near Jess's head. Trish lifted Jess's head to replace her gag - this time with a slightly larger dildo gag - as she explain what was about to happen.

"Shh baby, don't try to fight the gag. Just listen to me. At this point, you're definitely feeling the effects of the shots into your prostate and balls. Your semen production is higher than it's ever been before, and I'm sure the swelling makes you feel like you're going to burst. This is what the next treatment is all about - utilizing your overwhelming need to cum to fix that nasty attitude of yours. We find that futas are much more easily controlled when they need to cum so badly that they can't even think.

"Obviously, the next treatment is edging. We used to do it by hand, which was one of my favorite treatments to administer, but it was too easy to accidentally push our patient over the edge and ruin the treatment too early. That's why Veronica is preparing you for our new automatic milking machine. It uses an auto-lubricating, cum-harvesting, robotic cock sleeve full of little rubber nubs that provide the most intense sensations. The really innovative part, though, is the sensor that goes in your asshole. See, when a futa is about to cum, her asshole contracts. This is what the sensor measures, and allows the machine to automatically back off the stimulation until you're no longer on the edge of cumming. I do miss edging big futa cocks, but the machine really is impressive. I've seen it edge a futa for 24 hours non-stop: she was an absolute mess by the end of it....

"Anyway, I'm getting distracted - let's get you hooked up so Veronica and I can go take a nap. By the way, like I said before, futas are most easily controlled when they're on the edge. That's why we're going to put a headphones on you, and a monitor beneath your face to watch our proprietary futa blowjob hypno content. It's designed to optimize your submissiveness and desire to suck cock - enjoy!"

Trish got up and helped Veronica finish setting up the treatment. Veronica finished lubing and stretching Jess's asshole, and pushed in the large sensor. Trish positioned the machine under Jess and placed the milking sleeve on her cock. Jess gasped as the warm, wet sensations enveloped her cock and filled her mind.

Trish shouted, "See you tomorrow! Have fun!" as the nurses left the room, and Jess thrashed as she realized what she was in for. She relaxed when she realized she was still immobilized, and then the treatment began. The hypno video faded in with entrancing images of big cocks, and a soundtrack of blowjob sounds and instructions on how to be a good submissive futa. Simultaneously, the milking machine began slowly moving up and down on Jess's cock, and she fell under the spell of the machine.

The effects of the injections into her prostate and balls, combined with the video and the treatment of her cock made Jess more aroused than she had ever been before. She quickly got to the point of cumming, and was about to release the most explosive load of her life, when the sensation stopped completely. Jess groaned miserably - she really needed that orgasm to wash away the pain in her ass and her balls. But the orgasm would never come. Not tonight anyway. As she reached the edge, the hypno video simultaneously said, "STOP. Futas cum only when allowed. Bad futas are not allowed to cum. Are you going to be a good futa so that you can cum? Say YES or treatment will continue in 1 minute." Jess tried to scream YES but the penis gag made it impossible. She sobbed as the milking treatment and video continued....