Nestled away on Staten Island in New York, high up on a hill over looking South Beach is a Mediterranian cobblestone house. The resi­dents in the neighborhood have no idea what is going on in the 4 acre estate. Surrounding this beautiful garden house is a seven foot cobblestone wall. The entrance has a pebblestone roadway leading to a large wrought iron gate. Today the mini bus brought 3 newcomers to the estate each came for a specific reason. One thing they had in common was the desire to be dominated and to be taught the art of feminization. The wrought iron gate opened and the mini bus disappeared out of sight as it ascended up the pebble road.

The gentlemen were lead into the vestibule by a tall dark haired woman who appeared to be a secretary. Her hair was pulled back neatly in a bun. The plain brown tweed suit she was wearing could not conceal the shapely figure beneath. She wore plain black pumps with 3" heels giving her calves a well formed and sexy look. Each of them was led into a separate interview room. Each room was uniformly the same, a simple chair, desk and white organdy curtains covered the window. The floors were highly polished wood and immaculate. The silence in the house only accentuated the clicking of the secretaries heels as she left each of them in their own cubicle waiting to be interviewed.

Ted Baxter was in cubicle 1. He was from Rhode Island. Meeting a Dominant Woman in his rural area was highly unlikely. Being a transvestite was impossible. His town had a population of 764. Everyone knew everyone and the majority of them all worked for the same company. It was a 200 mile drive to the nearest adult bookstore. He had read an ad in "Petticoat Power" of a Trans­vestite training school. Secretly he wrote and told them of his desire to be a French Maid. He would do anything to be able to serve a beautiful woman as her maid for his 2 weeks vacation every year. He would even consider relocating for a permanent position as a live in slave. Ted was not so sure he wanted all this now as he sat waiting for his inter­viewer.

"Hello my name is Mistress Cassandra. I will be your instructress for your 2 week stay. From time to time you will receive specific training from some of the other Mistress but remember it is ME who you will answer to if you should not conform to my standards. From this minute forward you will be in total silence unless spoken to and requested to respond. Here is a small booklet stating the rules of our school. Follow me you'll have plenty of time to read it." She turned on her heel and left not looking back he followed compliantly sort of intrigued by the whole thing. Cassandra was a most staturesque woman, blonde hair softly flowing to the shoulders, with soft round eyes and nose, her lips had a sensuous curve to the corners. He felt lost when he had looked into her sea green eyes.

Mark Simmons was fiddling in cubicle 2 when the thought ocurred to him that he left his garage door unlocked back home in Boise Iowa. It would be easy enough to call his neighbor and tell him to take care of it for him. He looked around the room for a telephone. There was none in sight. He walked back to the vestibule and had a head on collis­ion with this beautiful red haired woman. His eyes appraised her as he stammered out quickly . ; "Excuse me Miss, my name is Mark Simmons. I was just looking for a telephone and didn't see you coming. I hope I didn't hurt you." The lady pulled a booklet out of her right red vest pocket. She thrust into his hand and said "So your Mark. I am Mistress Diana your Instructress for your 2 week training course. From this moment forward you will not utter a word unless spoken to. You will not question my authority. I know why you are here, so do you. I have read your application thoroughly. You are here to be trained and taught to be a Lady- in- waiting. There are no telephones here and you will not be permitted any type of communication with the outside world. The book­let in your hand is our rule book. Read it in your room. Any insolence or disobedience to me or my staff will be immediately corrected, by me. Now come along and follow me." He heard every word she said but his thoughts kept drifting to what a handsome woman she was. The finely chiseled nose and mouth, her red brown eyes and that flaming red mane cascading around her face. What a nice round figure went with it. He found it hard to be­lieve that this petite little woman with the stern voice. If he could look like that he'd keep his mouth shut and go along with anything. Before he knew it he was standing in front of a grey door. Diana opened it and Mark walked in.

Gary loosened his necktie. Wearing his 3 piece suit wasn't such a hot idea. Here he was Gary Benson Jr. Executive for Oasis Hotels coming to this place in the middle of nowhere over 3,000 miles from his home in Beverly Hills, Ca.. He wondered what had ever posessed him to carry this thing out. Carole was a good wife he had even lied to her and said he was going on a business trip on speculation and land sites so you couldn't reach him. He began to fidget in his chair deciding whether to leave or to just follow through with it. His thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice. "Today is the first day of your 14 day training period. I am your In­structress for the duration of your stay. I am Mistress Helene. Come along while I talk to you we are running 15 minutes behind schedule. For the duration... Well come along what are you waiting . for." He was about to speak when she interjected. "Don't say a word. From this second until the time you are asked a DIRECT question you are to be in silence. I  can  feel your eyes examining me. I am 29, 5'6", Black Hair and blue eyes, my measure­ments are 36,24,36. I am beautiful. I love leather and you will soon acquire a love of it. Just keep in mind during your stay  that I am considered to be the strictest Disciplinarian here. I intend to keep that reputation! I warn you that anything you do whether I am oresent or not will not escape me. I will make you perform to your best ability and you will meet up to my expectations. Here is our rule book study it while your in your room. We have 30 minutes before we meet in the indoctrin­ation room, memorize that booklet." She pushed it into his hand and left him standing in front of a large grey door. He opened it assuming it was his room.

All three men sat on the bare bed reading the rule book. The room was barren of anything except the bed, no toilet, mirror, dressers or anything. It was senseless to figure it out they were better of read­ing this. None of them knew what to anticipate but these rules seemed outrageous!

Rule 1- Whenever a Woman enters the room you will remain prostrate on all fours on the floor until instructed to go into another position.

If a slave for any reason at all whether knowingly or unknowingly breaks the rules Immediate Dis­cipline will follow. Before you leave you will be completely Transformed into a woman. We accom­plish this because are standards are high, our train­ing rigorous and our punishment severe. Be advised you have now been forwarned! The rest of the notebook is your day to day diary. You will find the pages are blank. There are 14 training days and 14 blank pages. Mistress will give you a pencil to jot dot your notes. Anyone who omits entry into their Diary will be severely punished. Diary checks are every night before retiring.

A quick flip through the remaining pages and sure enough they were blank. Each of them began to meditate about what they had read when a bell rang.

The three men silently followed the slave who had come for them. Mistress Diana had summoned them to the Indoctrination room. Exactly what that meant none of them knew. Each of them was not too sure this was what they had in mind. The slave admitted them to a room with 1 long bench facing a large oak desk. Seated behind the desk was Diana looking very authoritative and official as she read the files on her desk. She glanced up, stood up and came in front of them. The slave who brought them to her left the room. She eyed each of them and seemed to be sizing them up. She spoke in a soft melody. "This is your indoctrination lecture. All neophytes are to be totally clean shaven. This you already know. When I leave you are to strip naked. Someone will come for you and take you to the communal bath. There you will be shaven, bathed and given your outfit. Each candidate will be issued the following; lcorset with garters, 2 training bras, 2 pairs of black silk stockings with seams, 1 pair of 7" heels, tooth brush, perfume and wig. Later after you learn how to properly apply make-up you will receive an individual make-up case. If you are found at any time of the day out of costume, seams crooked or having an unlady like appearance punishment will be swift! Before you leave you will be totally feminized. Each of you will be given a new name at your initiation."

 Each Mistress has variations added to our basic uniform. Some prefer crenoline see through slips over their slaves corset, others prefer leather or a variety of restraints. Whatever the case may be you are all responsible for your appearances and any modifications your Instructress may desire. Meals are given 3 times a day 6 A.M., 11 A.M. & 5 p.m.. If for any reason whether you are being disciplined elsewhere, engaged in a task or for any reason at all you are late you will not eat. You are here to be disciplined and transformed we take our vocation seriously, you had better do the same!.. She abruptly turned on her heel and left the room. They sat there staring at the door anticipating the next event in what would prove to be a bizarre experience.