Debbie Part 6

Miss Cunningham removed Debbie's gag, but Debbie remained quiet, as she had been trained to. "Now dear, what is your name?" the nurse asked. "Mistress, Debbie, Mistress." Debbie replied. Her own voice caught Debbie by surprise. It was so soft and gentle, a light soprano. Even though it was gravelly and unpolished, it was still soft and feminine. The kind of soft voice that made most men go wild with lust. Unpolished as it was, Debbie loved her new voice already. "That's good dear," Miss Cunningham replied: "Except I'm not a Mistress. Sorry dear." She pressed the button and Debbie's new, soft and feminine voice screamed as Debbie tried desperately to get away from the pain. As Debbie sat sobbing, Miss Cunningham instructed her: "I'm a slave myself, so you need only say my name once, after each sentence, Understood dear?" "Yes Miss Cunningham," Debbie sobbed. "Excellent dear," Miss Cunningham said: "You are here to train your new voice. How do you like it?" "I love it Miss Cunningham," Debbie replied, having regained a measure of composure. Reaching out and touching Debbie left breast, fondling it gently, Miss Cunningham said: "He really does excellent work Master." Debbie let out a low, soft moan as the nurse began kneading her tits. Just as Debbie leaned back her head, enjoying the moment, Miss Cunningham stopped. "We have work to do dear," she said. Debbie reluctantly focused on the lesson again.

They began training Debbie's new voice. Not only did Debbie need to train the voice to sound as it should, she also needed to speak in a feminine manner. This proved to be the most difficult part and Debbie received many punishing shocks from the fiendish metal pole. The week that followed she spent with Miss Cunningham, training her voice from early morning till late night. Or at least she thought it was from early morning till late night, but the truth was that she had seen neither natural light nor clocks since arriving at the clinic, so she had no real way of knowing.