CHAPTER 1
Sensei Erika

I'm Peter Taylor and I was being home schooled because I had often been bullied by the other kids at school. My parents were divorced and my mother had tried to enroll me in some martial arts schools so I could learn to defend myself, but it hadn't worked out. I was small and skinny, and the instructors and the other kids played too rough. I always got hurt, and I never lasted more than a week at any school.

The week after my twelfth birthday, my mother heard about this Jujitsu school across town. She called up the owner of the school, and told him what had happened to me at the other schools. The owner explained that Jujitsu is the art of using an opponent's weight and strength against him, so I might have a better chance at his school.

I had my doubts but on Tuesday night, Mom dropped me off in front of the Takamoto Jujitsu School, and told me to call her when I needed a ride home. I walked through the door, and saw a huge open room with padding covering the entire floor except for a narrow wooden walkway. There was only one person here, a large burly man in a white martial arts uniform, so I cautiously walked up to him.

He was Japanese, his head was shaved, and he fixed me with a stare that made me want to wet myself. "I…I'm…" I stammered.

"I own this school and you will address me as Sensei!" he barked at me. "You are Peter and you want to learn Jujitsu?"

"Yes, Sensei," I managed to get out, hoping my knees wouldn't start knocking together.

"Martial arts is not just about fighting! It is about discipline and respect!" he barked. "Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sensei," I squeaked.

"I teach regular classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday," he barked. "But you are not ready for that!"

By now I started to realize that he wasn't barking at me. This was his normal way of talking!

He went on, "My daughter Erika will train you on Tuesday and Thursday nights! You will address her as Sensei, you will work hard, and you will do whatever she tells you, is that clear?"

I nodded my head, and barely got out, "Yes, Sensei."

Then he looked me over. "You need a haircut. We have to keep up certain appearances here," he said, and then called out, "Yume!"

My hair was almost shoulder length, and from the looks of him, I thought he might have my head shaved, or at the very least give me a crew-cut. Then a tall young Japanese woman in the same white martial arts uniform walked through a doorway into the big room.

"Yume is one of my students, and also a hairdresser. She will take care of you," he said.

"Yes, Sensei," I said, and she led me into a small bathroom. I noticed that her belt was brown, while his belt was black and looked threadbare, almost worn out.

She sat me down in a chair with my back to the sink, and ran warm water through my hair. "Don't worry, I won't take too much off," she said.

"Thanks," I said, grateful that there was someone here who didn't look like they were ready to kill me.

She wrapped a towel around me and started snipping away, and trimming here and there. After a while, she brushed out my hair and used a blow dryer on it. Finally she turned me to the mirror, and I saw my hair was still pretty long, at least down to my neck, but I had straight bangs across my eyebrows.

"Oh, I have bangs now," I said.

"Yes, that way your hair won't get in your eyes when you're training. It can really be a hassle if that happens when you're trying to fight."

"OK, thanks," I said, relieved that I still had hair, because things could have been a lot worse.

She sent me back out to Sensei Takamoto, who saw me and called out, "Eri!"

Then a teenage girl in a martial arts uniform appeared from another room, and walked up to us. She was taller than me, probably a couple of years older, and her belt was black. Unlike her father's worn out belt, hers was shiny and new.

"This is my daughter, Sensei Erika to you!" he said. "She will teach you Jujitsu and how to behave in our school!"

He left the room, and I cast a wary glance at her as she walked around me, looking me up and down. She was kind of pretty, with most of her black hair tied back in a ponytail, and bangs across her forehead, but if she had her father's demeanor, I might have good reason to be afraid of her. Finally I said, "It's nice to meet you, Sensei Erika."

"My father told me about you," she said, still walking around me as if to size me up. "Your mother said the other martial arts schools were too rough for you."

I was getting the distinct impression that this girl was going to be too rough for me. And that she was going to enjoy it, too. "I…I'll do the best I can here, Sensei," I said.

She stopped directly in front of me and looked down at me. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Peter," I said.

"You're going to have to earn that name here," she said. "You will start here as a white belt, the lowest rank. The next rank is yellow belt, but until you earn that promotion, you are a complete beginner, and I will call you Sissy!"

I gasped. "Sissy?" I asked.

"I normally only train other girls," she explained. "If a boy wants to work with me, that's the way it's going to be!"

"Um, OK," I said. "I mean, yes, Sensei!"

"And that's not all," she said, and pointed toward a doorway. "There's an outfit hanging in that dressing room. Put it on!"

"Yes, Sensei," I said, and headed over there. I assumed I was getting one of their martial arts uniforms, and looked forward to wearing it.

But when I got there, there was a hanger with a sailor blouse, white with blue trim, and a matching blue skirt. I looked around in confusion, but the rest of the room was bare.

"Sensei, there must be a mistake," I said, walking up to the doorway and holding up the blouse and skirt. "This looks like a girl's school uniform!"

She walked up and stood nose to nose with me and asked, "Are you questioning me, Sissy?"

I swallowed and said, "No, Sensei. I"ll put it on right now!"

"Good, and be quick about it!' she said, and turned her back on me.

I quickly dressed in the blouse and skirt, and then hurried back to her. I felt kind of ridiculous in this outfit, but at least there was no one else around to see it. "Sensei, I don't mean to question you," I said, wondering how much trouble this would get me in. "But could I please ask why I have to wear a girl's uniform here?"

"That isn't your uniform, Sissy!" she snapped. "When you train here, you will wear the same uniform as me. You will wear that outfit when you come here and when you leave here. I don't want everyone to know I am working with a boy, so when you come and go, you will dress as a girl. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, Sensei," I said. "I just didn't understand, that's all."

"If you aren't happy with this arrangement, you can leave right now, and never come back," she said.

I wasn't happy with this arrangement, but no other school would take me, so I figured I would put up with it. "I'm OK with this, Sensei," I said. "I just thought I would get a uniform and we would start training."

She reached out and took hold of my wrist, and pulled it toward her. "We can start training right now, if you'd like, Sissy," she said.

As I watched, she flicked her wrist, and a sharp pain in my wrist make me drop to me knees, as she let go of me. "Oww!" I moaned as I massaged my aching wrist.

"Sissy, would you like me to teach you how to do that?" she asked. "I barely used any of my strength on that wrist lock! If I had slammed on the technique, you would be on your way to the hospital with a broken wrist!"

As the pain subsided, I looked up from my knees and asked her, "You can teach me how to do that?"

"That and a lot more," she said, grinning at me. "But you have to work hard and do whatever I tell you!"

"Yes, Sensei," I said. "Whatever you want!"

"Good, now tonight's lesson is over. Call your Mom to take you home. We start training for real Thursday night, Sissy!"

So I called Mom, she said she would be right over to pick me up, and I wondered how I was going to explain being dressed in a blouse and skirt. A few minutes later, her car pulled up, I got in, and she just looked at me.

"The girl training me wants me to dress like this when I come and go from the school," I explained. "She doesn't want anyone to know she's working with a boy."

"Nice haircut," Mom said. "I haven't seen one like that in ages, but it's cute."

"Oh yeah, they had a woman give me a haircut too," I said. But right now my hair was the least of my problems. I had to dress like a girl and go to a school run by a man who looked like a homicidal maniac, and whose daughter had the demeanor and skills of an assassin. Other than that, my first day went OK.

CHAPTER 2
Discipline

Our garage was attached to the house, so at least I could get home without anyone seeing me. Not that we had a lot of neighbors or I had any friends around here. I couldn't wait to take off that blouse and skirt and change into a T-shirt and jeans. Then I got a good look at myself in the mirror. My dark brown hair had been shaped. The bangs looked normal, but when I turned around, it looked like my hair had been swept back into some kind of wedge shape.

"Mom, what kind of hairstyle is this?" I asked. "I've never seen it before."

"That's called a Dorothy Hamill, after a figure skater from back in the 1970's, I think. It was very popular back then, but you don't see that hairstyle any more. It's cute, though!"

"It makes me look like a girl!" I said.

"Well yes, it's very feminine looking, but I thought that was the idea," she said. "Isn't that why they gave you the blouse and skirt? So you would look like a girl when you went there?"

"But now I look like a girl ALL the time!" I said. "Maybe I should go to a barber and get a real haircut?"

"Talk to the people at the martial arts school before you do that," she said. "I don't know what their rules are, but you don't want to get kicked out of there for getting the wrong haircut!"

I sighed. "All right. I'll ask the Dragon Girl about it Thursday night."

"The Dragon Girl?" she asked.

"My instructor. Sensei Erika. The Dragon Girl. She's only a couple of years older than me, but she's already a black belt, and I think she could kill me just by looking at me!"

"Well then you should try to stay on her good side!" she said helpfully.

"I hope she has one," I said. She had already nearly broken my wrist and we hadn't even started training yet.

A couple of nights later I had to dress up in the sailor suit, and to make matters worse, my Mom told me I looked cute in it. She dropped me off at the school, and Erika was there by herself.

"Good evening, Sensei," I said.

"Get dressed!" she said, pointing at the dressing room.

'I sighed and said, "Yes, Sensei." So much for getting on her good side. But at least I could get out of these girl clothes. There was a white uniform in the dressing room, and I changed into it. The top was a heavy jacket that hung open, and the bottom was a pair of pants with a drawstring waist. It fit well, and I felt comfortable in it. I walked out into the big room, and the padded mat felt good under my bare feet.

"Stop!" Erika called out. "Step back off the mat!"

"Yes, Sensei," I said, and stepped back.

"You will show respect for this dojo by bowing before you step on the mat, and then when you step off the mat, you will turn and bow to it again!" she said, and then demonstrated a half-bow from the waist.

"Yes, Sensei," I said. I bowed to the dojo and then stepped onto the mat.

"Good. This is the belt that indicates your rank," she said. Then she unfurled a long white belt and wrapped it around my waist before tying it in a knot to hold my jacket in place. "Make sure both ends of the belt are the same length."

"Yes, Sensei," I said, noting that her belt was tied perfectly too.

"Now follow me and we will begin our warm-up exercises."

She started jogging along the wall, and I gave chase after her.

As we ran along the walls around the room, she said, "We will begin each session with a warm-up. This will stretch your muscles before we work on techniques."

"Yes, Sensei," I gasped as I tried to keep pace with her. She could probably run like this for hours but I could barely keep up with her.

She noticed that I had fallen behind and called out, "Sissy, are you getting tired already? We just started!"

I slowed to a walk and doubled over, gasping for air. "I'm sorry, Sensei, I'm just not in very good shape yet."

"Really?" she said, walking up to me. "I never would have guessed!"

I finally caught my breath and said, "Sensei, could we please do something that doesn't involve running?"

"All right, Sissy, let's see if you can do some sit-ups. Lie down next to me."

I got down on my back next to her, and she started counting out sit-ups as she did them. Of course she counted too fast for me, but mercifully she stopped at ten, and I eventually got ten of them done.

"Let's try push-ups," she said, and rolled over on her stomach.

I got on my stomach and she started counting out push-ups She quickly got ten push-ups done, and I struggled to do four of them before I collapsed face down on the mat.

She got up and said, "Sissy, you owe me six push-ups."

"I'll try and do more of them, Sensei," I said.

"No, you won't," she said, sitting on a folding chair off to the side of the mat. Then she reached under the chair and picked up a wooden paddle and said, "Bend over my lap!"

My eyes widened at the sight of the paddle. "Sensei?" I asked.

"Don't make me tell you again, Sissy!" she snapped at me. "Get over my lap now!"

"Yes, Sensei," I said. I shuffled over to her, hardly believing this girl was really going to spank me.

Then she grabbed my arm and pulled me face down across her lap. "Now count for me!" she said.

Then my butt stung from the smack of the paddle. "Oww!" I called out.

"Did you mean to say 'one?'" she asked. "We don't scream in this school! When you're hurt, you grit your teeth and take the pain! If you scream like a baby, I will start over! Do you understand that, Sissy?"

"Yes, Sensei," I said. "One!"

Then another smack on my butt made me groan and I said, "Two!" Four more smacks hit me, but at least I knew what to expect and they didn't really hurt that much.

"Now get up!" she said.

"Yes, Sensei," I said. I felt myself blushing from the humiliation of being spanked by a girl but I didn't want to say anything else that might make her mad at me.

"The first thing you need to learn is how to fall," she said. "Bend your knees so that when you're going to fall over backwards, you can just sit down and land on your butt instead of on your head. Also, tuck your chin to your chest so the back of your head won't hit the floor."

I tucked my chin, flexed my knees, and when she shoved my chest I fell backwards and landed on my sore butt. "Oof!" I said, patting my sore butt.

"I think you might want to work on your push-ups before you come back here next Tuesday," she said.

"Yes, Sensei," I said.

"Get up," she said. "I'll show you some of the techniques we will be working on here."

No sooner had I gotten to my feet than she picked me up on her back, lifted me high in the air, turned me upside down, and slammed me down on the floor. My back, butt and feet all hit the mat so hard that I bounced. "Ooh," I groaned.

"That's the basic shoulder throw," she said.

I just lay there on the floor looking up at her. "That's just a basic throw?" I asked, holding my head.

"Yes, there are many more advanced throws," she said. "That's just one of the basic ones you'll have to learn for the yellow belt test someday."

I got to my knees and said, "Can you show me something that doesn't hurt so much?"

"Aw, did I hurt the poor little sissy?" she asked, patting me on the head. "The point of martial arts is to toughen you up. There are schools where they don't use padding like we have here! They take falls on hardwood floors!"

I couldn't even imagine how people even survived training like that as she dragged me up to my feet.

"This is a leg sweep," she said. "You can use this to get someone on the ground in a hurry."

The next thing I knew, she had kicked me in the ankle and I groaned as I went flying. Landing on my side hurt even more than getting kicked in the ankle.

"Don't bother to get up, Sissy," she said, as she threw herself across my chest as I lay prone on the mat. "Now I'll show you how pins work. This is a Figure Four Arm Lock."

One of my arms was trapped under her shin, and she grabbed my other wrist, stretched out my arm, and slipped her other arm under my elbow and started hyper extending it. "Oww! My elbow!" I gasped.

"If it hurts, you tap the mat a few times to let me know to stop," she said. Then she let go of my arm, launched herself off me into a somersault, and rolled up to her feet in a fighting stance.

Like she really needed to defend herself against me. Then she dragged me to my feet and demonstrated a few more techniques that caused extreme pain so I could get some practice tapping out. Finally she decided she had taught me enough for one session, and told me to get dressed.

"Yes, Sensei," I said, dragging myself up to my feet and staggering toward the dressing room.

"Remember to bow to the dojo!" she called to me.

Of course I had forgotten, and I said, "Yes, Sensei," and bowed properly. I got out of my uniform, changed back into the sailor suit and skirt, and called my mother to tell her I was done for the evening.

So now I was dressed like a girl again, and had to wait for my mother to pick me up. "Sensei, do I always have to wear this sailor outfit when I come here?"

"You can wear other blouses and skirts or maybe dresses, if you want. Do you have any of those, Sissy?" she asked.

"Um, well, no," I said.

"Then you'll keep wearing that outfit," she said. "Besides, you look cute in it!"

So that was that. I blushed and said good night, and soon my mother showed up to take me home.

CHAPTER 3
Punishment

On the ride home, Mom asked me, "So how did things go tonight?"

"I'm kind of sore all over," I said, not mentioning the spanking Erika gave me. "There's a lot to learn, too."

"Of course there's a lot to learn, and it's going to be hard at the beginning," she said. "But do you want to stay with this school, or are you going to give up?"

"I'm going to keep trying. I might learn something if that girl doesn't kill me first!"

"Do you work out in that outfit?" she asked.

"Oh no, I wear a regular white uniform just like hers," I said. "She just makes me wear this when I go to and from the school."

"Well, it IS a pretty outfit, and with that hair, you do look cute in it!" she said, chuckling.

I was so sick of being told I looked cute in this sissy outfit, but at least I had several days off to recuperate from this workout. I spent the next few days trying to do more push-ups. Not really succeeding, just trying. To make things worse, Mom would tell me how nice I looked with my new sissy hairdo.

Then Tuesday night I was back at the school in my sailor suit. Erika was already working out on the mat, practicing punching and kicking, and that made her look even scarier than before (if such a thing were possible.)

Soon I had dressed in my all white (including the belt) uniform and we were off running around the big room. She was jogging along while she explained the importance of developing stamina, while I huffed and puffed, and then gasped for air until I couldn't go any further.

She gave me a look of disgust and said, "It looks like it's time for sit-ups."

So we did ten sit-ups together, which meant she waited for me to finally get mine done. Then it was time for push-ups again. To my credit, I managed to get six of them done before my arms gave out, and I lay on the mat, groaning.

She sat in the folding chair and held up the paddle. "Sissy, you still owe me four push-ups," she snarled.

"Yes, Sensei," I said, resigned to my fate. I knew what was coming, but I figured she was only going to hit me four times, so it wouldn't be too bad.

I bent over her lap, the smack hit my butt and I called out, "One!"

"Better," she said. "You're learning!"

Then she hit me again, and I called out, "Two!"

She hit me again, and maybe it was because I had been through this before, and I knew what was coming, but this spanking wasn't bad at all. I called out, "Three!"

Then something strange happened. As I waited for her to hit me for the last time, my penis started stirring. I was bent over a girl's lap, she was spanking me, and I was getting hard! Then the paddle landed again, I yelled out, "Four!" and she shoved me off her and onto the floor.

At least she hadn't noticed. She got up and straightened out her uniform, and I did the same, hoping my top was long enough to cover my erection.

She started to say, "Now I will demonstrate how to-" Then she stopped and said, "Is that how I taught you to tie your belt?"

I looked down and saw that one end of my belt was about two inches longer than the other one. "No, Sensei," I said.

"Take off your belt, Sissy!" she ordered me.

"Yes, Sensei," I said, taking off my belt and pulling my top closed.

She snatched the belt from me, then shoved one of my shoulders back while grabbing the other shoulder and pulling on it to spin me around. "It seems you need some practice tying your belt," she said. Then I felt my arms being pulled behind me, and the belt wrapping around my wrists. Next she pushed me forward and down on my knees, and tied my ankles together, and then shoved me face first onto the mat. I was afraid to even speak as she bound my wrists and ankles together in a hogtie.

"Since you're tired just from our little warm-up, maybe you need some rest. I'll be back in a while, but until then you might want to think about how to tie your belt properly!"

Then she stomped out of the room, and I was left there alone, face down and hogtied. The belt was too stiff to be tied very tightly, and as I squirmed around, I realized that I could get out of it. But then my dick started growing again, and now it was sticking straight up! I could probably wiggle out of this hogtie, but then she might get even madder at me. But I didn't want her to see my like this, either!

And then suddenly she was back. "Would you like to try tying your belt properly now?" she asked, as she grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me up on my knees.

Then the top of my uniform fell completely open, and my dick was making a tent out of my pants.

"What the-" she started, and pointed at me.

"Um, Sensei-" I started.

"You look like you're getting stronger!" she shouted at me.

I barely saw the slap coming, and an instant later my cheek felt like it was on fire, my eyes watered, and the sound of the slap echoed off the walls as I toppled over on my side. As I lay there groaning, she grabbed me by my hair again, and pulled me upright.

"Is this all a joke to you?" she shouted.

"No, Sensei!" I wailed.

"This is why I don't want to work with boys! They're always thinking with the wrong head! So what is it with you, you little pervert?" she shouted. "Do you like getting beat up? Because if you do, I can hit you a lot harder! Next time I'll close my fist!"

"No, Sensei!" I begged her.

"Is that why you got kicked out of those other schools? You don't care about martial arts, do you? You just want to get your little thing hard!"

"No, Sensei! I want to learn martial arts! I'm working as hard as I can here, and I don't know why this happened!"

"We'll see! You're going to learn something tonight, that's for sure!" she snarled at me. "You stay right here and don't move! I'm going to have a friend come over, and let him deal with you!" Then she grabbed my chin with one hand and squeezed my cheeks together, making the side of my face burn even more. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sensei," I managed to get the words out through her iron grip.

Then she shoved me face down on the mat and stalked away. I just waited there and tried to collect myself. I could untangle myself from the belt, but then God only knows what she might do to me. So I waited until finally I heard footsteps approaching.

Then a tall kid was standing over me. He was Japanese, an older teenager. "So you're the sissy who pissed off Sensei Erika," he said.

"I didn't mean to," I said, trying not to whimper.

"Yeah well, it seems you did. And she is not someone you want to piss off. I'm Hideki, and she told me you need to learn a lesson," he said.

I was tied up on the floor and I figured he was a martial artist for sure. Probably even some kind of assassin or hit man that she brought in to get rid of her enemies. "What…what are you going to do?" I asked.

"It's what you're going to do," he said, pulling me up onto my knees. "You're going to give me a blow job."

"What??" I asked in disbelief.

"You heard me, sissy boy," he said, unzipping his bluejeans. "You're going to suck my dick."

"Oh no!" I gasped.

Then his pants were around his ankles, and he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked it back to make me look up at him. "Kid, you're going to do this! The only question is whether I have to give you a beating first, and then tell your Sensei that you didn't behave yourself!"

I wasn't sure which was worse, getting a beating or having Erika even more pissed off at me. He pulled my face forward, and I was staring straight at the tip of his dick.

"Take it in your mouth," he said and chuckled. "Or I'll tell Erika you were a bad little sissy!"

I didn't have a choice. I reluctantly opened my mouth and he fed it in. Then he had both hands on my head, and I was bobbing up and down on his dick as it grew in my mouth. I just remember making lots of slurping sounds until he started spurting, filling my mouth with that salty taste. I wanted to spit it out, but he made me swallow all of it.

I must have blushed bright red, and my eyes filled with tears but he just said, "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

I just knelt there, sniffling and fighting back the tears as he pulled his pants up. He shook his head and laughed. "She was right!" he said. "She told me you wouldn't put up a fight! That you're too much of a sissy!"

I didn't dare say anything, and he just walked out, leaving me on my knees. Now I had to wait for Erika to return, and I hoped she didn't have anything else in store for me.

She returned soon enough, and stood over me. "So was that your first blow job?" she asked, and she still looked pissed off.

"Yes, Sensei," was all I dared to say.

"I take it you didn't enjoy it," she said.

"No, Sensei," I said.

"Are you going to behave yourself from now on?" she asked.

"Yes, Sensei. But…"

"But what, Sissy?" she asked.

"I didn't mean to have an erection! I didn't want to! I just want to learn martial arts here! I don't know why it happened!" I said.

"I'll tell you what, Sissy. I have a solution for you," she said, and held up what looked like a curved steel tube with a metal cuff attached to it. "This is a chastity device. Slide that little thing of yours into the tube, and then lock the cuff around the base of your junk. Then no more erections!"

She handed it to me, and I turned it over and over. "But after I put this on, how do I get it off?" I asked.

"You don't. I have the key. It will stay on until I decide you can remove it!"

"Um, but-"

"Do you want to stay in this school or not, Sissy?"

"I want to, Sensei, but-"

"No buts. I don't know what's getting you all turned on, if you're some kind of masochist, but I will not work with you if you're having erections here. The only thing on your mind should be learning martial arts, so if you want to keep working at this school, put that thing on under your little sailor suit! If not, just walk out of here and don't come back!"

"OK, OK, I mean, yes, Sensei. I'll put it on," I said, and hurried to the dressing room.

I quickly undressed, managed to slide my penis into the tube, and the cuff clicked shut with an air of finality. It was on and I couldn't take it off. I dressed in the sailor suit, and went back out to see Erika.

"Show me!" she said.

"Yes, Sensei," I said. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my underwear to show the head of my penis sticking out of the metal tube, all locked in place.

"Good, now that's one less thing you need to worry about, isn't that right, Sissy?"

"Yes, Sensei," I said. "May I go now?"

"I have one more gift for you," she said, and handed me a small red bottle. "Nail polish."

"What do I do with this?" I asked.

"It's not rocket science, Sissy. You use it to paint your fingernails and toenails. All twenty of them. I expect to see all of them bright red next time!"

None of her nails were painted, but that didn't seem to matter to her, and I was not about to point that out. "Yes, Sensei. Now may I go?" I pleaded, wondering how this day could get any worse.

"Yes, but you need to understand one thing," she said. "If you tell anyone else about what happened here with Hideki tonight, it won't just be me looking for you. It will be an entire school of martial artists, with every one of them wanting to be the one who finds you and gets to settle your hash! Understand, Sissy?"

So that was how things could get worse. "Yes, Sensei! I won't tell anyone! I promise!" I said, She waved me away, and I hurried outside.

I hadn't actually worked out much that night, but I was exhausted and stressed out from all the trauma of the evening. When Mom picked me up to drive me home, she asked how the class had gone.

I had been slapped hard enough to make my ears ring, then bound hand and foot, and left hogtied for a boy to find me and make me suck his cock. Then my instructor threatened to send a gang of martial artists after me if I told anyone about it. And now I had to paint my nails red. Oh, and I still had that salty taste in my mouth. "It was pretty good," I said. "I did more push-ups this time."

CHAPTER 4
Respect

The next day I painted my nails and waited for them to dry. Mom did a double-take when she saw them.

Before she could ask, I said, "My instructor made me do this. It's better not to question her."

Mom shrugged and said, "All right, as long as you're OK with it."

I just nodded. Wearing nail polish was far from the worst thing that had happened to me at that school so far.

Thursday night I was back at it again with Sensei Erika, and I did seven push-ups, so she only had to paddle me three times. She spent a half-hour demonstrating some basic escape and counter-moves and then asked me if I remembered how to take a fall.

That was the first and most basic thing she had ever taught me, so I said, "Yes, Sensei. Of cour-"

Suddenly she lunged at my legs, grabbed me behind my right knee, and jerked it up in the air, sending me flying backwards. I went flailing over backwards and landed on the back of my head. I just lay there, watching stars exploding.

"Ooh," I moaned as I lay on my back, watching star burst patterns appear.

She stood over me and said, "Sissy, I thought you said you knew how to take a fall."

I held my head and said, "I do…I thought I did…I didn't expect that."

She knelt next to me and said, "Then you need to expect the unexpected, now don't you?"

"Yes, Sensei," I moaned.

"Look, Sissy. If someone assaults you on the street, he isn't going to attack you nice and slow, and telegraph his punches. It will be fast, and it will be violent. It doesn't matter that you've been working out for a while, and you're tired. You have to be able to defend yourself when you're exhausted. A mugger isn't going to care if you're tired or sick. You have to be able to defend yourself at all times," she said.

"Yes, Sensei," I said.

She shrugged and said, "You don't look too bad. I wish I had a dollar for every time I got my bell rung. So when your head clears, get dressed and go home. We'll try this again next time."

"Yes, Sensei," I repeated.

"And by the way, your nails look very nice," she said.

"Thank you, Sensei," I groaned.

I spent a good ten minutes in the dressing room before I got into my sailor suit. On the ride home, Mom asked me if the class went well.

"Yeah, I learned some new things tonight," I said.

"So are you going to stick with it for a while?" she asked.

"I think so. This place isn't like those other martial arts schools," I said. That was true. At those other schools, lots of kids wanted to beat me up. At this school, only one kid did it. That actually was an improvement, especially since she was actually trying to teach me something.

"Good, then I'm going to take you shopping this weekend."

"What are we going shopping for?" I asked.

"Clothes," she said. "Sweetie, that sailor suit is really cute but you can't wear it every day. You really need some more clothes."

I just leaned my head back and sighed. Now I had to go out to a store dressed as a girl, and buy more girl clothes. What could possibly go wrong?

On Saturday, Mom took me to a department store. I didn't want to wear the sailor suit but she said that with my pretty hairdo and bright red nails, I really shouldn't go out dressed like a boy. So we went shopping and she picked out some blouses and skirts for me, and I had to try them on.

"Which ones do you like?" she asked me.

I have never understood why girls love to go shopping. "It doesn't matter to me, let's just buy whatever you want so we can go home," I said.

In retrospect, I should not have said that. I ended up with a selection of frilly blouses with puffy sleeves, with everything trimmed in lace. The dresses were even worse; some of them were decorated with bows. Mom thought they were pretty, so I ended up with a few pink and floral dresses too. When I got home and looked over my new wardrobe, my sailor suit was now my favorite outfit. My least bad outfit, anyway. I also had a new pair of black Mary Jane shoes and a selection of frilly ankle socks. I think Mom was making up for all the shopping trips she had missed out on by not having a daughter.

Then after all of the clothes had been unpacked, Mom said, "Sweetie, if you're to dress like a girl, the hair on your arms and legs has to go."

"I can barely see the hair." I said, looking at my forearms. "I have to shave my arms and legs now?"

"No, I got this hair removal cream for you," she said. "Just apply it to your arms and legs before you take your shower."

Learning martial arts was becoming more and more complicated.

Tuesday night I showed up at school wearing a pink blouse and a red skirt. And my ankle socks and Mary Janes. Erika looked at me but didn't say anything.

"I hope you don't mind these clothes, Sensei," I said, balancing awkwardly from one foot to the other.

She shrugged. "I don't mind at all," she said. "Did you get tired of wearing the same outfit all the time?"

"I didn't get tired of it but my Mom did. She said I needed more clothes."

"It's OK with me. You can wear whatever you want as long as you look like a girl," she said.

That went a lot better than I expected, and I rushed to the dressing room to change out of my pretty clothes. At least she hadn't made fun of me.

Then we started our warm-up and she had something new planned for me. After we jogged around the room a couple of times she said, "All right, now run backwards!"

I watched as she turned and started running backwards away from me. So I turned and tried to start walking and then running backwards, and promptly tripped over my own feet, and went crashing into the wall. As I lay there sprawled on the mat, I looked up to see a teenage girl standing over me, her hands on her hips.

"Sissy, is running too complicated for you?" she asked.

"No, Sensei," I said. "But I've never tried to run backwards before."

"Well, you're going to have to learn how to do this," she said. "Now get up and we're going to try skipping instead."

"Yes, Sensei," I said, getting to my feet.

Then she started skipping along the wall, and I went skipping after her. I felt kind of silly, skipping around the room but she was doing it, so I did it too. At least I knew how to skip and could do it without falling on my face. After she was satisfied that she had exhausted me, we got down on the mat to do sit-ups After I finished ten sit-ups, we had to do the dreaded push-ups As usual, she did ten push-ups very quickly, and I struggled through mine, but I finally got all ten done.

I collapsed on the mat and said, "I did it! No spanking today!"

"Congratulations, Sissy!" she said. "Now that you can do ten push-ups, we can work up to doing twenty a day, right?"

I groaned and frowned at her. "Sensei, you're going to spank me no matter what I do, aren't you?" I asked.

"I'm trying to make you better, you idiot!" she shouted at me. "If I wanted to spank you, I would be making you try to do twenty or thirty push-ups right now! And I don't really need an excuse to spank you, do I?"

"No, Sensei. I'm sorry-"

"Maybe I should start inviting other kids to work with us here so all of them can watch me spank you!" she said. "Would you like that, Sissy?"

"No, Sensei!" I begged her. "Please don't do that!"

Then she climbed on top of me, pulled my arms behind my back, and shoved my head down onto the mat. "Are you ever going to talk back to me again, Sissy?"

Even a padded mat doesn't feel good when it's pressed against your face. "No, Sensei!" I cried.

She let go, shoved my face into the mat once more, and got off me. Standing over me, she said, "If you talked that way to my father, he would have taken your head off! You have no idea how lucky you are to be training with me!"

I knew she was right. If I ever talked back to Sensei Takamoto, I would be out of the school, or worse. I hadn't been very respectful of her because she was a kid like me, but now I knew better. She was my instructor and I had to behave better. "I'm sorry, Sensei," I said. "I promise it won't ever happen again."

"For your sake, it better not!' she snapped at me.

Then she started to demonstrate some holds and throws on me. It may have been my imagination, but I think she was throwing me harder than usual that night. But I never complained. I had learned my lesson. I may not have learned to master any martial arts techniques in that session, but I learned to behave myself, which might have been more important.

CHAPTER 5
Spirit Shout

Why was I putting up with the abuse and the beatings, with being dressed up as a girl, and having my nails and hair done? Because this was the only martial arts school that would take me. And when you enroll in one of these schools, you have to sign a waiver that says they aren't liable for anything that happens to you. So if you get badly injured, it's your own damn fault, and you can't sue them. As long as I was still physically able to work out, I was going to keep training at this school.

I spent much of Wednesday walking backwards and then trying to run backwards without stumbling over my feet. I was getting better at it, but it was a work in progress. I wanted to show Erika that at least I was trying. Also I wore a pink dress to school on Thursday. I hoped maybe that would impress her, or at least make her not want to kill me.

Thursday night, I was back at school. We tried running backwards again, and I did a little better. I made it around the room once before I tripped and went sprawling. I looked up to see Erika shaking her head.

"All right, Sissy, we're going to try something different," she said. "Instead of running backwards, we're going to slide our feet from side to side as we go around the room."

She demonstrated it for me, and that actually made some sense. I could see where I might actually want to do this in a fight, sliding to one side or the other to get away from an opponent. Besides, it was better than trying to run backwards. She called a halt to it when I was only winded and not completely exhausted.

"Your stamina is getting better," she said. "But your coordination, not so much."

"Yes, Sensei," I said. "I've been trying to practice walking and running backwards."

She shrugged and said, "Well, keep practicing anyway. But today we're going to try something simpler. Not necessarily easier, but simpler. You're going to learn how to kneel properly."

Then she got down on her knees and motioned for me to do the same. I knelt beside her, and she said, "This is called seiza in Japanese. Kneel with your knees two fists apart."

I put my fists between my knees and spaced them apart as she did.

"Rest your butt back on your heels, and cross your big toes," she said.

This seemed easy enough, and I did it.

"Good," she said. Then she folded her hands in her lap, closed her eyes and said, "Now just put your hands together modestly in your lap."

At last, this was something I could do without getting beat up or injured. I copied her posture and knelt there next to her. I wondered if this was how centuries of Japanese serving girls waited on their masters, kneeling humbly before them. Of course this made me look like a girl, but I was just doing what my instructor told me. After a few seconds I asked, "What do we do now, Sensei?"

Without opening her eyes, she said, "Just relax and wait. This is a formal way of sitting, and you need to learn how to do it."

There didn't seem to be much to learn, but she wasn't hitting, kicking, or throwing me, so I was happy to wait as long as she wanted to. And I couldn't help but notice that seeing her close up like this, when she wasn't trying to beat me to death, Erika was actually a cute girl. She had beautiful long hair, and if she ever smiled, she would be really pretty. But I had to put those thoughts aside when I started feeling pins and needles in my legs.

As the pain got worse, I tried to squirm and said, "Um, Sensei."

"Yes," she said, dreamily, still not opening her eyes.

I winced and said, "I think my legs are going numb."

She opened her eyes and turned to look at me. "You can't even kneel for two minutes?"

I shook my head. "Sensei, may I please get up? This really hurts!"

She scoffed and said, "Get up, Sissy!"

"Thank you, Sensei!" I said, stretching my legs and trying to rub the numbness from them. Then I asked her, "Don't you feel that?"

"I've been sitting this way since I was little, and I'm used to it. As I said, this is something you have to learn."

"Yes, Sensei," I said. As usual, she was right. They had a different way of doing something as simple as kneeling.

"Now we need to work on your kiai," she said. "That's something basic, but it's important."

"My what, Sensei?" I asked.

"Kiai," she repeated. "Your spirit shout. You need to kiai when you throw a punch, and when you take a fall. It serves to discourage your opponent, and also encourage yourself."

"How does that work, Sensei?"

"Like this," she said. Then she stood in front of me, got into a fighting stance,and balled up her fists.

Now what did I get myself into? I wondered. I didn't know whether she was going to hit me or throw me.

Instead she screamed in my face, and I took a step back in shock.

"You see how that works?" she asked. "My kiai startled you."

"Um, yes, Sensei," I said. "It certainly did."

"That's what you have to do. When you throw a punch, you will kiai, but you also need to do so when you take a fall. You already know how to land on your butt, right?"

"Yes, Sensei," I said, remembering what happened to me the last time she asked me if I knew how to take a fall.

"But there's more to it than that. Now when you take a fall, you will also slap the mat with your arm at a 45-degree angle to your body. That helps to spread out the impact of your body hitting the floor. Then you bring that hand back up again to guard your face from an attack."

Then she demonstrated for me. She fell back on her butt, slapped the mat as she shouted, and quickly raised her guard. Then I tried to do it. I can't scream like she can, but I did my best and it looked OK to me. Then she had me do it a few more times for practice, just to make sure I learned it.

"Do you think you have it down now?" she asked.

"Yes, Sensei. I think so," I said.

"Good, then let's put it all together and try it for real."

So she stood alongside me, and put her hand on my shoulder. I was trying to visualize doing everything in the right order, and wondered what she might do from this position when she suddenly screamed and jumped in the air.

I seem to recall that one of her legs came crashing across my waist while the other one swept my legs out from under me. I went flying backwards, head-first into the mat. I just lay there on the floor, watching stars exploding. Then I saw her face looking down at me.

"Sissy, did you just forget everything I taught you?"

"What…what was that?" I asked, squeezing my eyes shut and then opening them again.

"That was you forgetting to fall properly, and landing on your head," she said.

I moaned at the throbbing in my head and said, "Sensei, what did you do to me?"

"That was a technique called The Flying Scissors," she said. "It appears that it may be a bit too advanced for you."

That was a bit of an understatement, I thought as I put my hand up to hold my aching head. "Sensei, it all happened so fast," I said. "I wasn't ready for that."

"Yeah, there's a reason I'm a black belt," she said. "But as I have told you, if you get into a fight, you might not have a lot of time to react. You have to be prepared for anything."

Unless Jackie Chan attacked me on the street, I didn't think I would have to worry about anyone using that Flying Scissors thing on me, but I wasn't about to point that out to my instructor. "Yes, Sensei," I moaned. "I see why you're the highest rank."

"What makes you think I'm the highest rank?" she asked.

"You're a black belt," I said.

"Maybe you got hit in the head harder than I thought," she said. "Do you know the history of the ranks?"

"No, Sensei. I just thought-"

"Stop thinking and I'll explain," she said, and sat beside me. "In the olden days, there were no colored belts. All martial artists got one belt. A white one. The more years they spent training, the more worn and dirtier and darker their belt would get. That's how you could tell the experienced martial artists from the new ones. Someone with a bright white belt was new, but if someone had a dark, beat up old belt, you better not mess with him, because he had been training for many years."

"But the modern system uses colors and the darker colors mean higher ranks, so a beginner starts out with a white belt, and then goes on to yellow, orange, green, blue, purple, brown, and then black," she said.

"So then isn't your rank the highest one?" I asked.

"No. My rank is shodan, or first-degree black belt. By the time martial artists reach shodan, they understand that first-degree black belt is only an intermediate rank. They still have second, third, fourth-degree, and so on, up to tenth-degree. There is always more to learn; that's the point of martial arts."

"So there's never any end to this, is there?"

"The day you stop trying to get better is the day we don't want you around here any more," she said. "But I think you've had enough for tonight."

So my evening ended early. I just wanted to learn how to defend myself, and instead I had to learn all of these crazy things like the proper way to sit and shout. But at least I learned something about the different ranks. Mom came over to pick me up a little earlier than usual.

"Did things go OK tonight?"

"I have a little headache, so we had to finish early,"

"What brought that on?" she asked.

"My instructor bounced me on my head," I said. "There's this move called The Flying Scissors…but it was really my fault. I forgot how to take a fall."

"Is this school going to be dangerous for you?" she asked.

"I hope not," I said. "At least they haven't kicked me out yet."

Then when we got home, Mom had a surprise for me. She had bought some underwear for me. That's what Moms do. They have to, because as long as my shorts still have three strands hanging together, I think everything is fine. But instead of buying the usual shorts and T-shirts, she had bought panties and bras.

"These are for me?" I asked, looking at the packages of dainty things.

"Sweetie, it just isn't right for you to wear your old underwear under blouses and skirts. Besides, no one will see them," she said. Then she opened up a package, and unfolded a bra. "It's just a training bra. More like a sports bra. Go ahead and try it on!"

I sighed and took off my dress and said, "OK but just the bra. I'm not trying on the panties in front of you!"

"That's fine," she said, slipping the bra over my head and into place. Then she gave me a hug and said, "This is so much fun, it's almost like I have a daughter!"

On that cheery note, I put my dress back on. At least I didn't have to try on the panties. I did not want to have to explain the contraption I had locked around my genitals.

CHAPTER 6
Training

I continued to train two nights a week at the school, and Erika had gradually increased my workload. I had learned to run backwards, and even to skip backwards without tripping over my own feet. I had learned some basic gymnastics that she had added to our warm-up; somersaults, forward rolls, and backward rolls. Then she demonstrated a cartwheel for me. She did the cartwheel, and followed it with a handspring, flying through the air and landing in a fighting stance. She looked like a gymnast doing a tumbling run. Fortunately she only wanted to teach me the cartwheel, which I eventually learned, although my clumsy cartwheels weren't nearly as good as her razor-sharp ones.

And she had continued the time-honored method of teaching me martial arts techniques by using them on me. I was supposed to learn by paying attention to what she was doing to me while I was being battered. That's the way traditional schools work. You spend several months being used for target practice before you actually get to practice any of those techniques.

My mother continued buying more clothes for me. As summer turned to fall, she got me a selection of white, red and pink tights. She explained that if I wasn't going to wear pants any more, than as the weather got colder, I would need the tights to stay warm. Then one day my old clothes disappeared, replaced by even more blouses, skirts and dresses. I complained about some of the really girly stuff with all the frills, but Mom just said I could wear them around the house. So my wardrobe was full of girl clothes. Even my pajamas had been replaced with nightgowns. Mom assured me that she hadn't thrown my old clothes away; they were just in storage until I needed them. But she explained that since I looked like a girl with my hair and nails, I should dress like one. I can't imagine what my father would think about this, but he had been out of the picture for a long time.

Every few weeks, Mom brought me to her favorite salon, but I think all they ever did was trim my bangs because by winter my hair was down to my shoulders.

Six months had gone by, and I was still at the school, having somehow survived half of a year with Sensei Erika. Now I was dressing like a girl all the time, wearing a bra, panties and tights, but it wasn't really a problem because I never went anywhere besides the martial arts school. It was kind of weird at first to hear my tights rustling against each other when I walked, but I found that when you do something often enough, you get used to it. Once I started dressing like a girl all the time, and taking care of my hair and nails, I didn't think about it much any more. I wasn't sure what that said about me, but I hoped it just meant I was flexible and could adapt to new things.

Then one night I showed up at the school and Yume was there with her. The young woman who had done my hair when I first started here. Erika had explained that since my hair was down to my shoulders, I needed a different hairstyle. So I did what I always do, I said, "Yes, Sensei," and let them do whatever they wanted. Actually it wasn't that bad. Yume gave me a normal hairstyle instead of that wedge cut I had earlier. I still had straight bangs, but the rest of my hair was all shoulder-length, almost as long as Erika's hair.

Every Tuesday and Thursday night, after I got home to take my shower, I played a game I called, "Count the Bruises." As the warm water splashed over me, I took inventory of various discolored marks on my arms, chest and thighs. I remembered getting some of them, usually the purple ones because they were deep, and they really hurt when I got them. The ugly bruise on my left bicep came when she used the Double Arm Throw on me. But I didn't even remember getting most of the other bruises. When the adrenaline was flowing, and she was throwing me all over the dojo, I didn't even notice the smaller bumps and bruises I had somehow acquired.

But then it was Tuesday night again, and I went back to see Mistress, I mean, Sensei Erika for my twice-weekly beating. I had changed into my uniform, and went out into the big room to see her talking to another girl. This girl was also Japanese, taller, and probably a couple of years older. She was wearing a martial arts uniform, but her belt was brown.

"Sissy, I want you to meet someone," she said.

I was more than a little nervous. Now there were two of them I had to deal with. Someone else who would see me dressed as a girl, and she was much higher rank than me. I assumed this spelled trouble.

"This is Aiko, and she's going to work with you starting Thursday night," Erika said.

"Sissy, it's nice to meet you," she said. "Sensei has told me all about you."

I tried to process all of this. Even though she was older than Erika, this Aiko was lower rank, so she still referred to Erika as Sensei. And if Erika told her ALL about me, that probably meant she could do whatever she wanted to me. "Aiko, it's nice to meet you, too," I said. "Are you friends with Sensei Erika?"

"Of course," Erika said. "That's why I have chosen her to be your Uke."

"My what?" I said. "Is that a Japanese word?"

"Yes, it means she will attack you," she said.

My whole body stiffened (well, except for the part of me in the chastity) and I said, "Um…what-"

"Relax," Aiko said. "Sensei means I will begin training you for the yellow belt test. My job will be to attack you, so that you can demonstrate the techniques to escape or defend from attacks."

"The yellow belt test?" I asked, looking from one girl to the other. "Sensei, you think I'm ready for a promotion?"

"No, I think you're ready to start training for the test. When you got here six months ago, you had two left feet. Now you have a right foot and a left foot, but you still can't always tell them apart. I'm hoping that if you train with Aiko for a while, she can teach you which foot is which."

That was typical Erika. Even when she was complimenting me, she still found a way to belittle me and make me feel like an idiot. "Thank you, Sensei," I said. "I appreciate this and I'll do my best."

After Aiko left, I asked Erika, "Sensei, may I ask why you chose Aiko to work with me, to train me for the test?"

"Is this a problem for you, Sissy?" she asked. "Why don't you want to work with Aiko?"

"It's not that I don't want to work with her, it's just that her rank is so much higher than mine, and she's so much taller than me," I said. "Wouldn't I have a better chance against someone closer to my rank? Closer to my size? How am I ever going to be able to throw her?"

She looked up at the ceiling and said to no one in particular, "I am doing the best I can with the material I have to work with."

I just stood there, not daring to speak, and hoping for an explanation.

"Of course you're still a white belt," she muttered. "You've been here for so long that I forgot that you're still an idiot."

I continued to not speak.

"All right, listen, Sissy," she said. "I could have chosen a yellow belt or an orange belt to work with you, but you are better off with Aiko. You don't have to worry about her breaking any of your bones. The plain fact is that YOU are the most dangerous person at this school!"

"Me?? But I don't know anything!"

"Yes, and that's the point. More experienced students of higher rank know how to pull their punches and use control when they apply techniques. The brown belts know how NOT to hurt you."

"Oh, I see," I said. "I never thought of that."

"Of course you didn't," she said. "And the easiest people to throw are tall, thin people. Most throws require you to get your waist below your opponent's waist, so you can load them up on your back to throw them. Short, squat people are the hardest to throw because they have a low center of gravity. You have to bend lower and lift more weight. Aiko is the perfect opponent for you, so if you have any chance of passing this test, it will be with her!"

"Oh," I said. Everything she said made sense. It seemed like Dragon Girl was actually trying to help me. At least when she wasn't trying to give me scars to show my grandchildren. "Thank you, Sensei. That makes perfect sense."

She scoffed and said, "I'm so glad you approve."

Then she went into another room and brought out this large framed placard, and stood it up against a wall. There were rows of squiggles numbered from one to twenty-seven.

"Sensei, what is that?"

"These are the twenty-seven techniques you must master to pass the yellow belt test," she said.

I stared at it blankly. "But what are all those squiggles?"

She glared at me and said, "Those 'squiggles' are the Japanese language! Are you making fun of my heritage?"

"No, Sensei," I said, holding up my hands. "I'm sorry! I had no idea! I didn't know-"

"Shut up, Sissy!" she snarled at me.

I stopped talking.

"This is a traditional school. When my father gives you the test, he will announce the name of each technique in Japanese. For your sake, I hope you will understand what he says. If he asks you to demonstrate a leg sweep, and you attempt a hip throw, I can assure you that things will not go well for you!"

"Sensei, can you teach me what those words mean?"

"Of course, I will give you a list of them with the English translations," she said. "That should improve your odds of survival considerably."

CHAPTER 7
Enlightenment

Thursday night, I was a little nervous about working with someone else for the first time. Of course Sensei Erika had given me simple instructions: do whatever she tells you.

This was the first time I would actually get to use martial arts techniques on someone else, after having spent six months of being on the receiving end. Some of the techniques were not difficult at all. Aiko would grab my wrist, and I would have to twist and use my body weight as leverage to escape. Others were much more challenging. The throws which seemed so effortless to Sensei Erika as she tossed me all over the dojo weren't as easy as they looked.

Aiko demonstrated the basic shoulder throw for me. She grabbed my arm, twisted around to load me up on her back, and then threw me. Unlike Sensei Erika, who preferred to slam me into the mat hard enough to rattle my teeth, Aiko just wanted to get me on the floor. It wasn't a gentle landing, but it wasn't bone-jarring either.

"Now you try it," she said.

I tried, in my clumsy way, to duplicate her effort. I actually got the first part of it right. I got her up on my back and threw her. And then I toppled over and fell on top of her.

"Oops," I said, lying across her stomach on the mat.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" she asked.

"No," I said, shaking my head.

She sat up and said, "The throw itself was actually good, but your balance…needs some work. I think we can fix that, though."

"So I still have two left feet?"

"No, that's not the problem. You need to bend your knees. Sensei Erika has told you that to do this throw, you have to get your waist lower than your opponent's waist, right?"

"Yes, but you're taller than me, so my waist is already lower than yours," I said. I was so proud of myself because I thought I actually knew something.

"That's true, you can load me up on your back without bending, but knees work as shock absorbers. If your knees are locked, then when you go to complete the throw, your momentum will carry you forward and you'll lose your balance and fall. But if you bend your knees just a little, then when you complete the throw, you can straighten your knees, and stand straight up instead of falling forward. So let's try it again, only this time you bend your knees."

So we did it again, I bent my knees, loaded her up on my back, and threw her. Sure enough I completed the throw, and stayed on balance. "That was good, wasn't it?" I asked.

"Yes, it was. In fact that was good enough to pass the test on that technique."

I knelt next to her. "You know, it's a lot easier to learn this stuff if it's explained to you than if someone just pounds you with the technique for six months, and all you learn is how to get thrown," I said.

"This is a traditional Japanese school," she said. "You have to pay your dues. That means you spend your first several months with others using you to practice their technique. That makes you tougher, or it makes you quit. That's the way it works here."

"Aiko, can I ask you about Sensei Erika?"

"What about her?" she asked.

"Does she hate me?" I asked. "It seems like she's always about ready to kill me!"

"If she wanted to kill you, she probably would have done it by now," she said. "What makes you think she hates you?"

"She named me Sissy, she makes me dress like a girl, she's mean to me all the time, and I always go home with bruises," I said.

"She's proving who's boss," Aiko said. "She's the instructor and you're the student. That's martial arts. You show respect for your instructor and do as you're told. That doesn't mean she hates you…after all this time, you really don't know her very well, do you?"

"How can I get to know her when I'm always afraid she'll bite my head off if I ask her a question?"

"Well, she's a bit of a tomboy," she said. "She doesn't really like boys that much."

"Oh, so it's not just me," I said, and then added, "Wait, is she a lesbian?"

"No, she isn't. But this is complicated. Let me try to explain. She's first generation American. Her father was born in Japan, and grew up in a patriarchal society. Then he moved here and built up this school. As much as he loves Erika, he always wanted a son. Someone who could take over the school someday when he retires. For as long as I have known Erika, she has been trying to prove to him that she is as good or better at martial arts than any of the boys here."

"Most of the kids in this school are here to learn to fight and defend themselves, or to improve their fitness," she went on. "But to Erika, martial arts is her identity. If you wake her up in the middle of the night and ask her who she is, she will say, 'My name is Erika, and I am a black belt in Jujitsu.' That's who she is."

"So why can't she inherit the school from her father?"

"Because she's a girl! Her father wants a son to inherit the school, so he is always looking at the boys who come to this school to find a strong martial artist who might become his son-in-law. He would like to arrange a marriage with his daughter."

"Arrange a marriage? Do people still do that?" I asked. "This is the twenty-first century, and besides, she's only fourteen!"

"But he does things the old way, the way he was taught, as it was done in Japan before World War Two," she said. "Still, he isn't stuck in the past or you wouldn't be in the school."

"Why wouldn't I be here?"

"Because you aren't Japanese. That's the way things used to be done. Japanese would only teach karate and jujitsu to other Japanese. Chinese would only teach kung fu to other Chinese, Koreans would only teach taekwondo to other Koreans. But Sensei Takamoto believes the martial arts should belong to whoever is willing to work hard to learn them," she said. "So he isn't completely inflexible."

"Well, Sensei Erika is really good at martial arts, so I hope they get that figured out and she calms down before she kills someone. Especially me."

CHAPTER 8
Abuse

Tuesday night I was back at work with Erika. When we finished our warm up exercises, she asked me, "How did things go with Aiko last Thursday?"

"I thought it was great!" I said. "I finally got to do some stuff!"

"You mean you got to practice some techniques instead of having me beat you up all night?" she asked.

"Um, kinda, yeah, Sensei," I said, trying not to smile.

"Just remember that Aiko is much more skilled than you are. If you apply a technique properly, she won't resist, and she will let you successfully escape or throw her. But if your work is sloppy, you will find yourself on the mat before you even know what happened. She knows counter-moves for every technique you're trying to learn. So you have to be at your best, or you will be the one that gets thrown."

"I understand, Sensei," I said. "I don't think I will ever become overconfident."

She nodded and said, "Yeah, I don't think so, either."

Thursday night, I showed up at the school wearing a white dress with puffy sleeves and white tights. I walked in, expecting to see Aiko, Instead there was a tall boy in a martial arts uniform with a brown belt, and he was probably a few years older than me. This was a surprise and I really don't like surprises, especially when I'm dressed like this.

"That's a cute dress, Sissy," he called out to me.

"I…I thought I would be working with Aiko tonight," I said.

"I'm her brother Yoshi," he said. "She got the night off, and I'll be working with you every other Thursday."

"Oh, OK," I said. Now that he mentioned it, he did look a bit like her, tall and thin, and was probably a year younger than Aiko. I figured that was a relief. If he was anything like Aiko, he probably wouldn't want to kill me.

I changed into my uniform, and he led me on our warm-up exercises. His warm-up lasted longer than Aiko's and I was winded at the end of it. As I stood there trying to catch my breath, he said, "I'm going to show you a technique called The Airplane Spin."

That wasn't a yellow belt technique, the ones I hoped to work on, but before I could say anything, he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and spun me around several times. By the time he stopped, I was already dizzy, but then he just turned and spun me around in the opposite direction several times.

Now my head was spinning and I couldn't even stand up as he set me down on my feet. I was about to fall over backwards when he grabbed me, pulled me to him, and kissed me on my lips!

"What-" I gasped, still hanging on to him.

"Yeah, let's try again, we can do better," he said. Then he kissed me again, his tongue darting into my mouth.

By now I had at least gotten my balance back, and pressed my palms against his chest to try to push him off. When he finally drew back a couple of inches, I said, "Yoshi, I'm a boy!"

"Really? I never would have guessed from the name Sissy!" he said. "Now open your mouth and kiss me again!"

He pulled me in and I had to kiss him again. This time it was a longer kiss, and his tongue didn't make it all the way down my throat, but it wasn't for lack of trying.

I finally managed to push him off me long enough to say, "Yoshi, I don't think-"

"Sissy, you don't have to think. You're supposed to do what I tell you, right?"

"But that doesn't mean you get to kiss me, does it?"

"Well, if you don't want to suck face with me," he said, grinning at me. "I've got something else you can suck!"

It didn't take me long to figure out what he meant. "Now wait a minute-" I started.

"You did it for Hideki, and you can do it for me," he said. "You give me a blow job, and I teach you martial arts. That's the deal."

I tried to pull away from him, but I'm a white belt, he's a brown belt, and he just spun me around like a rag doll before throwing me face down on the mat, with him on top of me.

"Yoshi, please let me go!" I begged, but he just pulled my arms behind my back, and then I felt my wrists being bound. It was his belt wrapping around me over and over. This was getting serious. "OK, OK, I'll do it. You don't have to tie me up!"

"Hideki said you were tied up for him," he said. He got off me, pulled me up to my knees, squatted in front of me, lifted my chin, looked me in the eye and said, "Sissy, you're going to do this, and you aren't going to tell Erika or Aiko or anyone else about it, understand?"

I just nodded my head. Then his pants were around his ankles, and he stood over me. I just opened my mouth and let him do what he wanted. He was going to do it anyway. His dick wasn't any bigger than Hideki's and he was shoving my head up and down on it. I felt my face turning red, and then he spurted in my mouth over and over, and I had to swallow it.

I just knelt there with his salty taste in my mouth, trying not to cry.

"Not bad, Sissy," he said. "So what do you want to do now?"

I sniffled and said, "Can you please untie me?"

"And what then?" he asked "Are you going to be a good little white belt and do whatever I tell you?"

I was all alone with him, and I didn't want him to hurt me any more so I said, "I'll do what you want, I just want to get this taste out of my mouth."

"Maybe it's an acquired taste, Sissy," he said. "Do you think we need to do this more often so you'll get used to it?"

"Yoshi, what do you want from me?" I asked. "I just want to learn martial arts."

"And if you're a good little sissy, I'll teach you," he said. "That's fair, isn't it?"

"All right, I'll do what you want," I said. "Now please untie me."

At last he untied me and I went to get a drink of water. He was waiting for me when I returned to the mat.

"So now I'm just supposed to work with you like nothing happened?" I asked, standing there with my hands on my hips.

He just reached over and stroked my hair. "It's up to you, Sissy. We could make out some more if you want," he said. "Or would you rather fight me?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked. "You know I wouldn't stand a chance against you!'

He just chuckled and said, "To be honest, I'd much rather kiss you!"

I just glared at him.

He just laughed at me and said, "What's the big deal anyway, Sissy? I'm gay, but even I don't dress up like a little girl!"

"You're just a bully, aren't you?" I said. "You think you can pick on me just because you're bigger than me."

"I'm here to train you in Jujitsu because my sister is busy," he said. "Now get down on the mat so I can teach you something."

So I had to work with this jerk for the rest of the session. He actually did try to teach me some techniques, but I was still pissed off at him.

This went on for a month. Every Tuesday, I trained with Sensei Erika. On Thursdays I alternated training with Aiko one week, and with her brother Yoshi the next week. I hated those sessions with him. First he would make fun of whatever outfit I was wearing, and then we had to start the session with me giving him a blow job.

Tuesday night, I was working with Sensei Erika again when Aiko walked in. I was not expecting to see her, and then she came out onto the mat and told Erika, "I need to talk to you."

I started to wander off, but Aiko said, "No, you stay here!"

"What's going on?" Sensei Erika asked her.

"I just overheard my brother bragging to his friends that he's making Sissy give him blow jobs!"

Erika turned to me and said, "Sissy, is this true?"

"Yes, Sensei," I said. "Like she said, Yukio made me do it."

"He's supposed to be training you in martial arts!" she said.

I just shrugged. "He IS training me, but first he makes me do that."

"How long has this been going on?" she demanded.

"Since the first time I had to work with him," I said.

"Then why am I just finding out about this now??" she shouted.

"He told me I better not tell anyone," I said. "And he's a lot bigger than me."

"Aiko, you just found out about this tonight?" she said.

"Yes, and he doesn't know that I know about it," she said.

"All right, he is not going to get his hands on Sissy again," she said. "From now on, you will train with him every Thursday. Just tell your brother no more Thursday night sessions, you'll be taking those over. I'll explain the rest of it to him myself, tomorrow night."

"Yes, Sensei," she said.

"If you don't have any more good news for me, you can go," Erika said.

"Thanks, I'll let him know," Aiko said, and she left us.

"Sensei, am I in trouble now?" I asked her.

"No, I only punish the bullies, not the ones who get bullied in this school," she said. "But this is something you should have told me about!"

"But he only made me do the same thing I had to do for Hideki," I said.

She took a deep breath, and let it out. "That doesn't mean it's OK for others…look, I am the instructor, and I am the one who decides discipline and punishments here, not some colored belt," she said.

Then she went on, "All right, Sissy, I was wrong to have Hideki do that to you…I thought you were a pervert and you were disrespecting our school, and I wanted to teach you a lesson. But it won't happen again! If someone bullies you, then you let me know about it, and I will decide whether or not you deserved it!"

"Yes, Sensei," I said. "Are you going to kick him out of the school?"

"No," she said. "But when I'm done with him, he might wish I had," she said.

Thursday, I came to school to work and I was relieved to see Aiko was there, and not Yoshi. "I'm glad I'm training with you tonight, and not your brother," I said.

"He won't be training with you any more," she said. "In fact he won't be training at all for at least a week, or maybe two."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Last night, Sensei Erika used him to demonstrate some techniques. After he took a few hard falls, he complained that his arm was hurt. So Sensei escorted him off the mat into a side room where I think they had a heart to heart chat."

"Um, what does that mean?"

"It got kind of noisy, and I don't think she actually broke any furniture, but when she got done with him, a lot more than just his arm was hurting. So he won't be taking classes for a while, and he won't be working with you at all."

That's how martial arts work. At a normal school, if a teacher beats the crap out of a student and injures him, the teacher gets fired, and probably arrested. At a martial arts school, the kid learns to behave better.

"I see," I said. "Thanks for helping me with this, but is it OK with you that your brother got beat up?"

She just shrugged, and said, "He had it coming."

And so I went on training with Aiko. A couple of weeks later, she told me about a Martial Arts Festival coming up at the end of the month.

"What is that all about?" I asked.

"It's held in a big park, and martial artists from all disciplines take part. Karate, judo, taekwondo, everyone. They give demonstrations for the public, some just practice their forms, and some guys actually spar with each other. It usually runs all afternoon."

I wasn't sure I wanted to do this. First of all, I was only a white belt, and I didn't have any skills to show off. Also I always dressed like a girl now and I didn't really want to go out in public looking like this. "I'll talk to Sensei about it, and then I'll see if my Mom will take me there."

"I can take you there. I'll be going there anyway," she said. "It's a chance for you to see other martial arts, striking arts like karate and taekwondo. They're really different from the grappling we do, so it's a chance to learn something."

"It does sound interesting," I said. I had only trained with a few people at this school, so I thought it might be good to see how others practice their martial arts.

The following week I asked Erika about it. "I don't go to those things," she said. "There are some real psychos in the martial arts community. Other schools put up with a lot of nonsense that we don't have here. People who don't respect martial arts and just want to fight. You might learn something if you go in your regular street clothes and just watch. I wouldn't go there as a white belt if I were you."

"Thank you, Sensei, I will think about it," I said. I could see her point about being not wanting to be a white belt there, but my regular clothes were kind of embarrassing for a boy to be wearing out in public, too.

CHAPTER 9
Assault

The day of the festival came, and Aiko picked me up at my house, and drove me there. I was wearing a white blouse and a white skirt, and since it was going to be chilly, and I was going to be out all day, Mom suggested I wear a pair of white tights. I completed my ensemble with a white hairband, and just hoped that everyone who saw me would assume I was a twelve-year old girl.

When we got there, Aiko parked the car and said, "Go wherever you want, but meet me back here at 6 o'clock."

So I went off and looked around. There were lots of martial artists milling around. A lot of them were wearing lightweight uniforms, and some were wearing black uniforms. I saw lots of black belts, but even more colored belts of all different ranks. I don't remember seeing any white belts, so it was probably just as well that I wasn't wearing my uniform.

After I had been all over the festival grounds, I decided to use the restroom before I settled down to watch anything. So I went and found the restrooms. Mens and womens, side by side. This was a new experience. I just stood there for a while, but dressed like this, I had to use the womens. So I went in, and only saw one woman there, washing her hands at a sink. I just looked down at the floor and walked until I found an open stall, and went in. When I was done peeing, I stepped out of the stall and now there were three teenage girls in white uniforms in front of me.

"Excuse me," I said, and started to walk around them.

Then another girl got in my way, and asked me, "Do you do martial arts?"

"Um, yes, but I just started," I said, trying to look for a way around her.

"Where do you train?" another girl asked.

"I, uh, I just started. I'm trying to learn jujitsu," I said.

"What's your name?" she asked.

I just wanted to get out of here, and now I'm wondering if this is what girls do when they go to the restroom. Do they just stand around and chat with each other? "Look, I really need to be going," I said.

"Are you sure you're in the right restroom?" she asked. "Or are you a cute little boy who likes to dress up as a girl?"

"What?? I gotta go," I said, and tried to push past them.

But then one girl grabbed me, and then another girl locked her arm under my chin, and around my neck.

"Let me go!" I gasped. Then I felt my skirt being lifted, and a girl grabbing at my panties.

"Look what we got here!" a girl said. "We caught ourselves a fag! And his little thing is all chained up!"

"Stop! Let me go!" I tried to struggle but these girls were bigger and stronger than me, and now I felt a bony wrist pressing into the side of my neck.

"Time for this sweet little sissy to take a nap!" one of them said.

"Noo," I moaned as I felt my strength drain away. They were choking me out, and then everything went black.

I woke up with a headache. Everything was dark, even when I opened my eyes. I was blindfolded! And my hands were tied behind my back, too. The ropes were tight, and I couldn't move at all. When I groaned, it felt like a gag was tied around my mouth.

"It sounds like little sissy boy woke up," a girl said.

"Please let me go," I tried to beg through the gag.

"What were you doing at the festival, faggot?" she asked me. "Were you hoping you could meet a big, strong guy? Is that why you dress up like a girl?"

"Noo!" I moaned, shaking my head. I felt like I was bent over a table or a desk, and my legs were tied apart.

"Well, don't you worry, we asked some guys to come over and meet you," she said. "They'll be here soon, and just wait till they find a sweet little sissy like you, all tied up!"

Then I felt my panties being pulled down, and someone stuck a finger in my butt, making me strain against all the ropes.

"Relax, faggot. I just need to lube you up good!," She said.

I squirmed and whimpered as she worked her fingers into my butt, smearing something in there.

"All right, here's what you've been waiting for, little sissy," she said.

Then I screamed as something pushed into my butt. It went further and further in until my butt cheeks closed around it.

"Does that plug feel good, faggot?" she asked. "Or are you used to bigger guys?"

I just whimpered and cried as I struggled against the ropes with this awful thing stuck inside me.

"Time for us to go," she said. But the guys will be here soon. Don't worry, they won't beat you up or anything. They're fags too! Just do whatever they want and maybe they won't hurt you too much!"

I just sniffled and whimpered and the girls called out to me, "Bye, sissy boy!"

I could hardly move. I was bent over and tied down to this table or whatever it was, my legs were tied apart, and I couldn't reach the ropes that bound my wrists. And then I heard voices approaching.

"Look at this! The girls weren't kidding!" someone said.

"Yeah, looks like Christmas came early!" said another one.

Those weren't the girls. These were the guys they had called.

"Let's see what we got here," one of them said, and I felt my skirt being lifted again.

"Hey, the little twink is already wearing a butt plug!" someone said.

Then they started pulling on it, and I gritted my teeth and groaned. The damn thing hurt going out too. But finally it came free, and my whole body went limp.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" one of them said. "You feeling empty? I can fix that!"

And then he grabbed my butt cheeks and spread them, and now a real dick was pressing against me! I shook my head and started screamed through the gag as he shoved himself into me, and then started thrusting inside me.

"Sounds like he's really getting into it!" one of them said.

At last he was done with me, and pulled out. By now I was crying into the gag, but it was only a moment of relief before the next guy plowed into me. By the time he finished pounding me, I was sobbing, and then the next one had his turn with me. By the time he was finished, my insides hurt and I was crying uncontrollably.

"Looks like we better give pretty boy a break before we have some more fun with him," someone said.

"Yeah, you'd think he'd never been butt-fucked before!" another one said.

Then I heard them leave and I just had to stand there bent over and tied up. I was still blindfolded and gagged and I had no sense of time, or how long they had been gone. But then I heard them come back. I groaned at the thought of those guys doing that to me again.

Then a hand grabbed me by my face and pressed my cheeks together. "Tell you what, sissy boy," he said. "If you don't want to be fucked again, how about you give us blow jobs instead?"

He let go of me and I just whimpered and nodded my head. Then he pulled the cloth gag out of my mouth and I said, "Please let me go!"

"Shut up, kid!" he snarled at me. "You suck our dicks and then we'll let you go!"

I just nodded my head again, and I felt a dick rub against my cheek.

"You like the feel of that, sissy boy?" he asked. "You want it in your mouth, don't you?"

"I'll do it, just let me go!" I begged.

Then the dick was in my mouth. He was shoving my head around, and it was sliding in and out of my mouth, but it tasted awful! Finally he sprayed his cum in my mouth and I had to swallow it.

"I hope you didn't mind the taste of your own shit," he said. "Next time you go out to get fucked, you might want to clean out your ass first!"

Then the other two guys did the same thing to me, and they tasted just as bad. When all three of them were done, I was just sniffling and whimpering, and one of the guys said, "Will you shut him up?"

Then one of them wrapped his arms around my neck in a choke hold, and I gasped until I passed out.

I woke up lying on the ground in a patch of grass. My head hurt, I had an awful taste in my mouth, and my butt hurt, but at least I wasn't tied up or blindfolded any more. I looked around, and saw that I was in the park next to the parking lot. I didn't know how long I had been out, but the sun was low in the sky, so it must have been late afternoon. I remembered where Aiko had parked, so I headed over there, my butt hurting with each step, and I sat down next to her car.

It wasn't long before Aiko returned and found me waiting for me. "Did you have a good time today?" she asked.

"Not really," I said, walking up to her.

"What happened to you?" she asked. "You look like you've been crying."

"Some kids beat me up," I said. "Can you just take me home now?"

"Which kids? When did this happen?" she asked.

"I don't know who they were. I went in the girls rest room, and three girls in martial arts uniforms jumped me. And then their friends…three boys…they did worse things to me than Hideki did," I said.

"Oh my God!" she said. "Should we call the police?"

"I just want to go home," I said. "I didn't get a good look at the girls, and then they had me blindfolded so I didn't get to see the boys at all."

"Do you need medical attention?" she asked. "Should I take you to the emergency room?"

"I don't think so, I just want to go home and forget this ever happened," I said.

Then she took me home, and I gingerly walked inside, and told my mother I was sore from working out too much. I missed a couple of nights of training, but after a week I felt well enough to work out again.

CHAPTER 10
Attitude

Once I could work out again, things went better under Aiko's guidance. After I had trained with her for a couple of months, I thought I had worked on, if not mastered, all 27 of the techniques required for the yellow belt test. I even knew how to say their names in Japanese. She asked me to demonstrate the hip throw, and I executed the throw properly, and followed through, leaving her on the mat and me standing over her, with both of my hands wrapped around her wrist, and in control of her arm.

She shook her head at me, then used the arm I thought I had control over to pull me off balance and drag me down to the mat with her.

"As a general rule, you don't want to go to the mat with someone who's bigger than you," she said.

"I didn't want to," I said. "But what did I do wrong?"

"You're bending at the waist again. That's why it's so easy to pull you off balance. Try bending properly, at the knees."

She stayed down on the mat and held up her arm. I grabbed hold of her wrist, and bent at the knees, keeping my body upright. Then she tried to pull me off balance, but my weight was back, and she couldn't do it.

"You see the difference?" she asked.

"Yes-" I started to say, but then Sensei Erika walked in.

We got up and bowed to her, and she said, "I'm just here to observe. And comment. And criticize."

Aiko told me to do the hip throw again so that Erika could see it. I remembered everything Aiko had told me, and performed the throw perfectly, standing straight up with my knees flexed at the end.

I looked over at Erika, and she shook her head, and said, "Again!"

So I did it again. Perfectly. Or so I thought.

I looked over at Erika, and once again, she shook her head and asked, "Do you want to pass this test or not?"

"Sensei, I am doing this throw as well as I can. What I am doing wrong?" I asked.

"Your technique is excellent," she said. "But don't you know how to kiai by now?"

I looked down at Aiko, who nodded.

"If you screw this up on the test, Aiko won't be able to help you!" she said. "My father will be giving the test, and he doesn't miss anything! Now do it again!"

"Yes, Sensei," I said. This time I screamed my kiai, and did the throw.

"Better," Erika said.

And that was the way I trained for several weeks, with Erika nit-picking everything I did. I had to be a knee-bender, not a waist-bender. Every technique had to be perfect. And then one day she told me they had set a date for my yellow belt test, about a month from now, and it would be on one of the regular nights, in front of the entire school.

"Um, am I ready for this?" I asked. "What if I fail the test?"

"Don't think like that," she said. "That's defeatism."

"But what if I do fail?" I asked, wondering if they would kick me out of the school.

"We can have an ambulance standing by in case that happens," she said.

My eyes went wide, and I finally asked, "Will that really be necessary?"

"Yes!" she shouted at me. "Because if you fail this test, you will make me look like an incompetent instructor, and then I will personally beat the snot out of you myself!"

"Um-" I finally said.

She glared at me and asked, "So you're going to pass the test, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sensei," I said, nodding fervently.

"Good. After you demonstrate the 27 techniques that you're supposed to know, he may ask you to do some basic gymnastics like forward rolls, back rolls and cartwheels. And then Aiko and I will stand aside, and the rest of the school will attack you-"

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"There should be about thirty or forty students and instructors, but don't worry, they will attack you one at a time."

I shook my head. "Sensei, I'm sure any one of them could beat me up," I said.

"Yes, I'm aware of that," she said. "They won't be going all-out at full speed, and they will give you an opportunity to throw them. But you will have to get each of them on the mat, and as soon as you do, the next one will be in your face."

"And there's thirty or forty of them??" I asked.

"Yes, that's the point. They're going to wear you out because you have to be able to fight even when you're tired. They will still be fresh, and you will be exhausted. And you have to maintain the discipline of proper technique no matter how tired you are! You can't get sloppy!"

"This sounds kind of impossible," I said.

"That attitude is NOT going to help you!" she snarled at me. "Be glad it's only the yellow belt test! At higher level tests, they send multiple attackers at you, bigger and stronger, higher ranks than you, and you have to deal with them two and three at a time! The point is to toughen you up, so you have the emotional and physical strength to withstand an attack in real life."

"Yes, Sensei," I said, just wishing she would calm down. Somehow she had already passed all of these belt tests, yellow, orange, green, blue and all the rest, so she must think this first one is easy. Well, maybe it was for her.

She went on, "When you're done with all of that, there are certain formalities that you have to follow. Assuming you pass the test, which you WILL, you will kneel in front of my father, and he will tell you to take your white belt off. But you don't just throw the old belt aside. Then you need to fold it up like this."

I watched as she took her own belt off, put the two ends together, and then folded it over and over until it was only about two feet long.

"Then you tie the belt in a knot," she said, and tied her black belt in a knot. "You do that so that the knowledge you've acquired during your training while wearing the white belt can't leak out. Then you put it off to the side."

I just smirked at her. "The knowledge can't leak out?" I asked. "How can there be knowledge stuck inside a belt??"

I really shouldn't have done that. By that time, Sensei Erika only had one nerve left, and I had just gotten on it. She glared at me, pulled me off balance by my arm, then grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, marched me across the room, and shoved me over to the chair. The one with the wooden paddle under it.

"Is this all a joke to you?" she shouted. "Do you think our traditions are some kind of joke??"

"N-no, Sensei," I stammered as she sat in the chair and threw me over her lap.

"Start counting, Sissy!" she snarled at me.

Then she hit me hard! "One!" I shouted.

This was the hardest she had ever paddled me, and my butt stung as I counted, "Eight, nine, ten!"

Then she paused for a moment, and I was waiting for her to say something so I could apologize. Instead she hit me again, my butt stung, and I gasped in surprise.

"Is there a problem, Sissy?" she snapped at me. "Do you have to look at your toes to count past ten?"

"Eleven!" I shouted. Oh God, now she was really mad at me! She had never hit me more than ten times.

She went on paddling me, my butt hurt more and more as I counted, "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"

Then she paused again, and I wondered how much longer this would go on. But then she shoved me off her lap and I landed on the mat at her feet.

Now she wasn't yelling at me any more. This was worse. Her voice was low and full of menace. "It's one thing to not be athletic enough to master a difficult technique. But if you screw this up because you can't be bothered to take this seriously…if it's too much trouble for you to tie a knot in a belt, not only will you fail this test, but you will make me look like an idiot in front of my father because I couldn't even teach you how to do a simple thing like this!"

I got on my knees and knelt in front of her. "Sensei, I'm really sorry," I said. "I'm promise, I'm going to take this seriously! I"ll train as hard as I can to pass this test."

"You better, Sissy!" she said. "You can learn how to defend yourself, or you can go on being bullied for the rest of your life!"

"Yes, Sensei. I understand," I said.

This was like having a big sister who could boss me around and do whatever she wanted to me. But after that, I worked as hard as I possibly could for the next month.

CHAPTER 11
The Test

The day of my yellow belt test arrived. Today I didn't have to dress as a girl; I was allowed to show up at the school in my martial arts uniform, but I did wear my white hairband to keep my long hair off my face. I walked into the dojo to find it full of at least thirty, or probably forty people, all dressed in martial arts uniforms. Most of the kids were Japanese, but there were some white kids, African-Americans, and other Asians. There were several black belts, and then a rainbow of other colors, from brown all the way down to yellow. I even noticed there were two boys wearing white belts like me. But they were here in the regular class, so they must have some qualification that I lacked. Most likely they were just a lot tougher than me.

When I trained here alone with just Aiko or Sensei Erika, the dojo seemed to be huge, but now it didn't seem so large with everyone crowded into it. I wondered how everyone could train here together without running into each other. Then we started our warm-up exercises, running, sliding and skipping around the mat. Then everyone got into several lines and started doing somersaults across the entire mat. I just joined the back of one line and copied what everyone else was doing. Then forward rolls across the mat. Then back rolls.

Then Aiko pulled me aside and told me to sit at the end of the mat. "That's enough of a warm-up for you. You're going to need all of your energy for the belt test."

That was nice of her, I thought, but also kind of ominous. So I watched as everyone else started practicing punches, strikes, and various kicks as they walked from one end of the mat to the other. She was right; I would not be wanting to do all of that, even if I knew how.

Finally the warm-up was over and we were all sitting, lined up across the long wall of the dojo, and Sensei Takamoto stood on the other side, across from us. He looked even bigger than I remembered him. Then he called out in that booming voice of his, "Aiko!"

She stood up, bowed, walked out to a spot near the center of the mat, and then bowed to him.

Then he called out, "Peter!"

I just sat there, and it wasn't until I saw Aiko staring at me that I jumped to my feet. He meant me! I had been called Sissy for so long that I hadn't even recognized my own name! I quickly bowed, rushed out to the center of the mat, across from Aiko, and bowed to him. I wasn't getting off to a good start.

Then he called out in Japanese, the name of an escape technique. Aiko grabbed my arm, I remembered to kiai, and I executed the escape. Aiko went back to her spot, I cast a glance up at Sensei Takamoto and was relieved to see that he looked satisfied. OK, maybe I could do this.

Everything went well with the rest of the techniques, all twenty-seven of them. Then he told me to do three cartwheels. My cartwheels will never qualify me for the Olympics, but I did my three sloppy cartwheels in succession, and that was good enough.

Then he called out, "Line up!"

Sensei Erika and Aiko went back to the wall, and sat. The entire rest of the class lined up across from me, where Aiko had been. They were in order of rank, from black belts down to white, and the first kid in line was a big, strong black belt.

Sensei Takamoto barked at me, "Defend yourself!"

Then he turned to the black belt and shouted "Hajime!"

I thought that might be Japanese for, "Go kill that little white belt." I found out later it meant, "Begin."

This was the part of the test I had dreaded. I knew what to expect from Aiko when I had to demonstrate my technique. But there was no telling what any one of these guys might do to me. They could hit me, kick me, punch me, wrestle and try to throw me…I had to be prepared for anything.

The big guy came at me, and threw a punch. But it was a looping punch, and not at full speed. Otherwise he could have hit me before I even knew what happened. I slipped inside the punch, chopped the crook of his elbow, got him off balance, and threw him to the mat. The next black belt tried to shove me. I knew better than to shove back. I applied the principle of Jujitsu, and stepped back, using his momentum against him, and throwing him face down at my feet.

That's the way it went, the other kids were giving me a fair chance to throw them, and I slowly worked my way through the line. Even Yoshi just threw a nice slow punch that I had no trouble slipping, and then I threw him. But as soon as I was done with one of them, another opponent was bearing down on me, and this was wearing me out. Not just the physical activity, but the strain of trying to counter whatever move they made. At last I made it to the two white belts, and threw both of them.

And then I looked up in horror. The big black belt was on me again. I wasn't finished. The whole class was going to come at me again! I just started grabbing people and throwing them, using whatever basic moves I had learned. Then Yoshi made a half-hearted attack, and by this time I just didn't care any more. I slid under him, picked him up and really slammed him down. I was getting so tired that I was just operating on instinct now. I think at one point I used the same technique six times in a row. A few times I went crashing to the mat with another kid, picked myself up, staggered back to my spot, and took on the next one. By the time I was finishing the entire class for the second time, I was huffing and puffing. I grabbed the last white belt, screamed my kiai more in frustration than anything else, picked him up and slammed him down, almost toppling over on him myself.

"Enough!" Sensei Takamoto shouted.

I stood there, doubled over, trying to catch my breath as the line of students and instructors broke up, and everyone headed back to sit along the long wall.

"Kneel!" he commanded me.

I knelt in front of him, still breathing heavily.

"Take off your belt!" he said.

I untied my belt and remembered to tie a knot in it, lest Sensei Erika kill me. In fact I took my time and made a big show of it, to make sure I did it properly, but mostly so I could catch my breath in case this test had any more surprises in store for me.

He held a brand new yellow belt in front of me, pressed it against my forehead, said something in Japanese, and then handed the belt to me.

I put on the belt, again making sure I tied it properly, stood up, and bowed to him.

Then he roared, "Now let's break in that new belt!'

Then the entire class except for the two white belts lined up across from me, with Aiko in front, then Sensei Erika and the rest of the class in rank order.

Aiko walked up to me, smiled, extended her hand and said, "Congratulations!"

I shook hands with her. Then she grabbed me, picked me up, and threw me. Actually she set me down pretty gently.

Then came Sensei Erika. She shook hands with me, and said, "Congratulations." Then she picked me up, lifted me over her head, spun me around a few times, and then threw me. Not as gently as Aiko, but she had done worse to me in training.

I was a little dizzy from that but I found my way back to my spot where the big black belt was waiting to shake hands with me. He said, "Congratulations," and then picked me up and threw me so hard that I bounced. I rolled over, got a knee under me, and staggered back to my spot, where another black belt was waiting to shake hands with me.

The entire class "congratulated" me like that, although no one else threw me quite that hard, but I spent the next five minutes picking myself up off the mat so someone else could throw me. Yoshi shook hands with me, and then did a basic throw, not much more than just laying me down on the mat. I think Sensei Erika must have told him not to hurt me, or he would have to deal with her again. At last, the yellow belts were done with me, and it was over. I was still alive, more or less, wearing my shiny new yellow belt. The class had broken up into groups, and I didn't really know anyone here, so I just went to sit down. Then Aiko called me over to sit with her. "I can't thank you enough for helping me train for this test," I said.

"Oh, I was glad to do it. It's always good to see a new student come in here and make some progress," she said. "Now let's watch the black belts have their fun."

All of the instructors had gathered at this end of the room to spar with each other. Of course Sensei Erika wanted to take on everyone. One of the other instructors tried to throw a punch at her, but she slipped it, and sent him flying. Another one tried to grab her, and she broke his grip and sent him sprawling. It was almost like watching a ballet. She was using techniques and acrobatic moves I had never seen, to throw one guy after another.

"Is she even doing the same martial art as me?" I asked, thinking back to the basic techniques I had just demonstrated for the test.

"That's Erika. If a fight takes more than three seconds, she's just playing with him," she said. "But those are advanced techniques. You won't be learning some of them for years."

CHAPTER 12
One Does Not Simply Walk Into This Dojo

For me this was a time to relax. The weight of the belt test had finally been lifted from my shoulders. For once I could just sit and watch Erika throw other people around, instead of me. But just then, a large man in a black-and-white uniform came through the doorway, barged out onto the mat, looked around, stood with his hands on his hips, and shouted, "Where is the owner?"

Sensei Takamoto gave him that look that would make me want to wet myself, and barked at him, "Go away! We have no time to waste with you!"

But the intruder just stood there, folded his arms across his chest and glared back at him. "I challenge you!"

"You want to fight?" Sensei Takamoto said. "Take your shoes off!"

The big man took his shoes off, and stood across from him.

"What's going on?" I asked Aiko.

"He's a dojo-breaker. We don't see them very often, but he's a tough guy who comes into a dojo and wants to beat up the owner."

"Aren't they going to call the police?" I asked.

"That's now how we do things," she said.

Then Sensei Takamoto turned to the group of black belts, and asked, "Who wants him?"

The entire group tried to step forward. There were some big kids, but they were still just kids. I wasn't sure any of them could take this monster. And then Erika shoved her way to the head of the pack and shouted, "Me!"

"Very well," Sensei Takamoto said. "Erika, deal with him! Teach this fool not to come here again!"

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I know she wanted to prove herself to her father but this was ridiculous! She would be fighting way over her weight, and was he really going to let his daughter fight this brute?? I know she's skilled, but this guy isn't some teenager, he's a full grown man, and she looked like a little kid compared to him!

Erika strode out onto the mat across from the big man. There was no bowing, no ceremony. She just snarled at him, "Bring it!"

He gave her a look a contempt, went, "Pfft!" and got into a fighting stance.

Erika raised her guard and started bouncing up and down. Then as he moved in, she threw a left-right combination at his body, but it looked like he blocked both punches. Then she suddenly screamed her kiai so loudly that it startled me from halfway across the room, and she jumped up and spun completely around in the air, with one of her feet landing flush on his jaw, snapping his head to the side.

She landed in her fighting stance, but his knees buckled, and there was a loud THUD as he landed face-first on the mat. I just sat there with my mouth open as a collective gasp went all around the room, and the big man lay face down on the floor and did not move.

"Well done, Erika," Sensei Takamoto said, nodding his head in satisfaction. "Now someone get that fool out of here!"

I watched as four black belts each grabbed an arm and leg and dragged the unconscious man out the door.

"What was that?" I whispered to Aiko.

"A tornado kick. Sensei Erika has cross-trained in several martial arts, so she uses whatever the situation calls for."

"I've never seen her do anything like that before," I said, shaking my head.

"It's taekwondo. We don't do that here. I've only seen her practice it."

"I hope she never practices that on me!" I said.

"Oh, she never uses that kick on us because it's too dangerous," she said. "You saw it; that guy was out before he even hit the floor. She knows a lot of stuff that she won't do to us. But it's like I told you: if a fight takes her more than three seconds, she's just playing with him."

That was when I knew Sensei Erika would inherit the school someday. As for me, I was so exhausted that I slept real well that night.

CHAPTER 13
The Real Test

The following Tuesday night, I looked forward to seeing Sensei Erika. There was a lot I wanted to ask her about. Now that I was a yellow belt, I would be allowed to join the main class of the school. I wouldn't be called Sissy any more, I wouldn't have to dress up as a girl any more, I could get my hair cut, and most of all, I could get this chastity device off.

So I walked into the dojo wearing the sailor suit she had given me on my first day. "Sensei, how could you fight that big guy last week? Weren't you afraid?"

"No, of course not! I knew he was just another one of those idiots who didn't understand martial arts. He was big and strong and slow, and he didn't really know how to fight. I knew I could use my quickness to beat him, and you saw what happened. One good shot, and he folded like a cheap suit!"

I just stared at her an amazement. By now I just figured she had to be some kind of Amazon girl.

"Did you have something else to say?" she asked.

"Um, Sensei, do I get to join the regular class with the other kids now?" I asked.

"No, you aren't ready for that," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not going to throw you to the wolves just yet."

"But…but I'm a yellow belt now," I said.

"Yes, I'm aware of that. But I'm telling you that you aren't strong enough yet. If I put you in that class, you would get hurt."

I knew better than to argue with her. That would not end well for me. She knew far more about martial arts than I did, so I had to respect her judgment. So I said, "I understand, Sensei. But what do I do now?"

"You will continue to train here with me," she said. "You will also work with Sensei Akane, another one of our black belts. If you work hard and make progress, then you can begin to work on the orange belt techniques."

"Yes, Sensei," I said, and went to get dressed. I expected that the orange belt test would be at least several months or maybe even a year away, and that meant I would continue to dress like a girl, and I would still have this chastity device between my legs.

When I had dressed and returned to the mat, she said, "By the way, it looked like you threw Yoshi really hard the second time around."

"Oh, did I?" I asked, my face the picture of innocence. "It was all a blur to me. Everyone was attacking me, and it all ran together, and by then I was so tired, I was just trying to deal with each one and then get on to the next one." That was my story and I was sticking to it.

She paused for a moment to mull that over, and then said, "That's understandable. Now let's get to work."

One hour of exhaustion later, I collapsed on the floor, and sat across from her. Since we had finished the session, I thought it was now safe to ask, "Sensei, did you think I would pass the test?"

"Of course," she said. "I trained you. I wouldn't have let you take the test if you weren't ready for it."

"Now that it's over, what would have happened if I had failed? Would I have been allowed to take the test again, or would I have been expelled from the school?"

She took a deep breath, and then let out a sigh. "Sissy, you weren't going to fail the test because you had already passed the test."

I just stared at her in confusion. She wasn't normally one of those inscrutable martial artists who spoke in riddles. She was always blunt with me, and never minced words before. I said, "Sensei, I don't understand."

"In this school, the training IS the test," she said. "The test is just a ceremony for you to demonstrate what you have learned. The training with me and Aiko was the test, and when I was satisfied that you had developed the skills and stamina for the test, I let you take it. No one ever fails a test at this school. I mean the only way you could fail would be if you sat down in the middle of the mat, wet yourself, and started crying."

Actually that might have happened if the test had gone on much longer, but I wasn't going to tell her that. "Oh, that makes sense now," I said.

"But now that you know that, you're still going to work just as hard, aren't you?" she said. "Because I can promise you that the orange belt test will be much tougher!"

"Yes, Sensei," I said. "Absolutely."

"Sensei Akane will make sure of that," she said. "You will be working with her on Thursdays."

"Oh, so I won't be working with Aiko any more?" I asked.

"Not for a while, anyway. There's a lot you need to learn from Sensei Akane first," she said. "And whatever you do, treat her with the same respect as you do me."

"Yes, Sensei," I said.

I went home that night trying to remember who Sensei Akane was. At my belt test I was seeing everyone for the first time, and there were a lot of black belts there. But I would find out soon enough.

CHAPTER 14
Reward

Thursday night, I came to the school and met Sensei Akane. Now I remembered her from my belt test. She was about twenty years old, Japanese, much taller than me, and she had long black hair, pulled straight back. She didn't look surprised at all to see me wearing a blouse and skirt, so I assumed Sensei Erika had told her about me.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Sissy," she said. "I'm Sensei Akane. You don't mind if I call you Sissy, do you?"

I didn't really have a choice, so I said, "No, Sensei."

"Good. Congratulations on your promotion," she said.

"Thank you. I remember you from the test, Sensei. When you threw me," I said.

She chuckled and said, "It seems only fair. I let you throw me twice."

"I…I don't really remember much of what I did, it was all kind of a blur with everyone attacking me, one after the other."

"You did all right, and that's all that matters," she said. "But now we can get to know each other better."

Then we sat down on the mat, across from each other. She knelt in that seiza position that I still can't do because it cuts off the blood flow to my legs, and I sat with my legs crossed.

"Sensei Erika asked me to work with you because there are some things that she can't teach you," she said.

My eyebrows went up. "Really? But she's amazing! You saw what she did to that big guy after my belt test!"

"Yes, she's an outstanding martial artist. A prodigy," she said. "But she's only fourteen, and there are still some things she doesn't understand. So she asked me to work with you."

"OK…um, yes, Sensei," I said. "Are we going to work on the orange belt?"

"Eventually we will, but first there is a delicate matter I need to ask you about," she said. "Why are you wearing a penis chastity?"

I could feel my face turning red. "Um, I had an erection here in class, and Sensei Erika made me put it on so that wouldn't happen again."

"Just relax and take it easy," she said. "Now why did you have the erection?"

"I don't know!" I exclaimed. "And I told her that! But she thought I was some kind of pervert!"

"Wait, wait," she said. "What happened before all of that?"

"Oh, I was messing up. I couldn't do enough push-ups, so she spanked me with that paddle over there. I think that's what started it. Then my belt wasn't tied right, and she got mad at me for that too, so she took my belt off, and hogtied me with it," I said. "And the next thing I knew, I had an erection. Then she got REALLY mad at me-"

"OK, I get it now," she said. "This is something Sensei Erika wouldn't understand, but I can help you with it. Now, do you dress like a girl all the time?"

"Yes, since Sensei Erika made me dress like this to come here, with my hair and nails, I guess it made sense for me to dress like this all the time. My Mom bought me lots of clothes and stuff, too, so I think she's having a good time with this."

"You're home schooled, right?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I wouldn't want to go to school or be around other kids like this. I was really nervous just coming here dressed like a girl."

"And what do your friends think of you dressed like this?"

"Oh…I don't really have any friends in my neighborhood. I got bullied in school a lot, so that's why I'm home schooled now, and that's why I came here, so I could learn to defend myself."

"So do you ever go anywhere else dressed as a girl? What happens then?"

"Well, if I have to go shopping or have my hair done, I try not to talk to anyone else if I can help it, and hope everyone just thinks I'm a girl and leaves me alone."

"All right, wait here," she said. Then she got up and walked out into another room, and returned with a large shopping bag.

"Lie down on your stomach, and put your hands behind your back," she said.

"Yes, Sensei," I said, and did as I was told, because that's what students do in martial arts school.

Then she knelt across my back, and I felt my wrists being tied together, and she was using rope, not one of our belts.

"Sensei, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I told you, Sissy, we're going to get to know each other better," she said. "That isn't too tight, is it?"

"No, Sensei," I said. The rope was snug but it didn't hurt.

Then she got off me and used another rope to bind my ankles.

"Um, Sensei-" I started.

"Be quiet, Sissy, I'm busy now," she said.

Then she lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and I felt her tugging on my penis chastity.

Now I was getting alarmed, and asked, "Sensei, what are you doing?"

"Sissy, I told you to keep quiet," she said. Then she flipped me over on my stomach, and pulled a cloth through my mouth, and tied it off behind my neck.

Now I was tied up and gagged with my panties around my ankles, and I had no idea what this woman was going to do with me.

Then she stood me up, and tugged on a chain she had attached to my penis chastity! "Let's go for a walk," she said. "You can hobble, can't you?"

She pulled on the chain, and I tried to take baby steps with my bound ankles. "Sensei, please let me go!" I tried to call out through my gag.

"Sissy, are you still trying to talk? If I wanted you to talk, I wouldn't have gagged you," she said. "Maybe you need a better gag to keep you quiet."

Then she pulled the cloth gag out of my mouth, and pressed a red ball with a black strap running through it against my lips.

"What is that?" I gasped.

"I think this ball gag should suit you very nicely," she said, and shoved it in my mouth. Then she tied it off behind my head, and asked me, "Is that better, Sissy?"

I shook my head but didn't try to speak.

"Now why don't we go for that walk outside?" she asked.

Outside? Tied up like this?? I didn't want to move, and just stood there.

So she just picked me up, and cradled me in her arms. "If you don't want to walk, I can carry you," she said. "How about once around the block? You look so cute in your outfit with that ball stuck in your mouth!"

I shook my head as hard as I could as we headed for the door.

"Aw, what's the matter, Sissy?" she asked. "Aren't you supposed to do as I say? Do you want me to tell Sensei Erika that you were a bad little sissy?"

I just looked up at her, pleading with my eyes as we stopped at the front door.

"Oh, you look so sad," she said. "All right, how would you like to stay in here with me, and I'll give you a spanking instead?"

I thought that had to be the lesser of two evils, so I nodded my head fervently.

"That's what I thought," she said, swinging me around and walking back through the room. Toward the chair with the paddle underneath it. "You really like being spanked, don't you?"

I just groaned and didn't try to answer.

Then she sat in the chair, turned me face down across her lap, and pulled up my skirt. I braced for the impact of the paddle, but I felt the smack of her palm instead. "Sissy, don't you know how to count?" she asked.

"One!" I tried to say through the gag.

She made me count as she swatted my butt nine more times, none of which hurt much. Then she made me kneel on the floor, and stood over me.

"Being spanked really turns you on, doesn't it, Sissy?" she asked. "And being tied up makes it even better, doesn't it?"

"Huh?" I tried to say.

"Maybe I just haven't tied you up tightly enough," she said.

Then she went to work on my with more rope, tying my ankles up to my wrists in a tight hogtie. Then she tried to tie my elbows together, and now I was completely helpless, face down on the mat.

"Is that better?" she asked, kneeling next to me.

There was something to being handled by a woman as she bound me tightly. The gag in my mouth made me feel even more helpless, and I just groaned as my dick started twitching inside its prison.

"Maybe I should take some pictures of you all tied up like this. Then I'll show them to all the other kids in the class," she said. "Maybe they'll think you look cute with that big red ball stuck in your mouth. What do you think, Sissy? Or would you find that embarrassing?"

I gasped and swallowed. All the other kids would see me like this?

"I mean you're not a bad-looking girl. Maybe a little flat chested, but that's a cute blouse and skirt, and you have lovely long hair," she said, caressing my long hair.

Now the thought of being humiliated like that was not only making me blush, but my dick was trying to burst its prison.

"I wonder what the girls would think of you? Would they be jealous of a cute little sissy like you? I hope they won't want to beat you up. I know, I'll tell them just to punch you in the stomach so that pretty face of yours won't get bruised up," she said, stroking my cheek. "But the boys, now that's another story. I think we both know how you can make them happy. After all, you know how to give blow jobs, right?"

I just moaned into the gag, and she lifted up my skirt.

"Hmm, it looks like you want me to take your chastity device off. Sorry, but Sensei Erika has the key," she said. "But this does give me an idea."

She went over and rummaged through her bag. Then she was tugging on my chastity device again. Soon she held up my skirt so I could see her handiwork. She had tied a pink ribbon around my penis!

I felt myself blushing bright red, and as I whimpered into the gag, she said, "Why don't you wear this and come to the regular class so you can show off to the other kids?"

By now I was drooling down my chin and she unhooked the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. "Sensei," I gasped. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Just having some fun, Sissy," she said. "Finding out what turns you on. It seems you enjoy being tied up, bullied, and humiliated."

"But I DON'T enjoy being bullied, that's why I'm here! I hated being pushed around and taunted by the other kids, that's why I can't go to a regular school! I don't understand any of this!"

"No, you don't enjoy actually being bullied, but the fantasy of being bullied and pushed around arouses you. Being tied up and helpless is a turn on for you," she said, and pointed at my penis with a pink ribbon tied around it, and said, "The proof is between your legs, isn't it?"

"Um, I guess so," I said. "So you aren't really going to do those things to me?"

"No, of course not! You see, women often have rape fantasies, and the idea of being kidnapped or raped turns them on, but in real life, they would never want that to happen. It's the same thing with you. You don't enjoy the actual humiliation or beating, but this role playing that we're doing here, that's what excites you."

"OK, I think I understand now. You're just pretending to be mean to me, and that's why I'm getting like this," I said.

"Yes, and now that we've got that sorted out, I"m not done with you yet!" she said, and held up what looked like a fake penis with a strap attached to it.

"What…what is that?" I asked.

She shoved it in my mouth, and said, "It's a penis gag, perfect for a cocksucker like you. That way, you can suck cock whenever you want!"

She tied the strap around my head, and I tried to get used to having this thing in my mouth.

"That's it, go ahead and practice sucking on it, Sissy!" she said. "I can get you a plug for your butt, too! Of course you won't want that inside you when you're practicing martial arts, but a fag like you will probably want to wear it at home all day long!"

I shuddered at the thought of a plug stuck inside me.

Then she grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks together. "Isn't that right, faggot?" she said, grinning at me.

I just whimpered and nodded my head. My poor dick wanted to explode.

When she finally got done taunting, shoving me around, and pulling on me by the chain attached to my penis chastity, she let me collapse on the mat and untied my wrists. "That's enough for tonight, Sissy," she said.

I got the gag out of my mouth, looked up at her and said, "Thank you, Sensei Akane. Are you going to be doing this with me, or teaching me martial arts?"

"I'm going to be teaching you martial arts," she said. "Tonight was just to find out about you. So you can better understand yourself, and Sensei Erika will know how to deal with you."

"Um, so can we ever do this again?" I asked. "Now that I know what's going on?"

She chuckled and said, "Sissy, men pay good money for what I just did to you here."

"Oh, OK," I said glumly.

"I'll tell you what, Sissy. Work hard here, and if Sensei Erika is satisfied with your progress, maybe we'll do this again someday," she said. "I might even ask her to let you take off the chastity device for a while!"

My eyes lit up. So there was a chance! "Thank you, Sensei!" I said.

As Mom drove me home that night, she asked me how the class went. I told her it was just the usual. That night, as I got ready for bed, I looked in the mirror. The reflection appeared to be a nice-looking young girl in a cute outfit, with long shiny brown hair draped across her shoulders and down to her collarbones. As I changed into a white nightgown, I wondered how I would look in it if I were all tied up and gagged. Especially if I had a penis gag stuck in my mouth, and I was forced to suck on it. Maybe someone would break into the house and make all of that come true.

Then I shook my head. That's why I was learning martial arts, so I could defend myself if something that happened. But a new world had opened up tonight, a fantasy world that I couldn't live in, but I wanted to visit it again.

The End

The End