"Hairy Peter & The Secret Chamberpot" is a Femdom parody - a sequel to the longer novel "Hairy Peter & The Gallstone". You might need a sense of humour as well as a love for Femdom !! In this extract, Peter is studying at the University of Fessewarts for witches and wizards - and, of course, the curriculum is primarily concerned with sexual fetishes and the proper subservient place of wizards to serve witches. Naturally, it's not quite that simple... One of the major subjects all witches and wizards must study is "Vanilla Avoidance": smplace.com/premiumdownload?smplace.com/premiumdownload?smplace.com/premiumdownload?smplace.com/premiumdownload?smplace.com/premiumdownload?***** "Tell me what you know about Vanilla Avoidance,â€ demanded Professor Twist. "Um...," stuttered Peter. "It's... well, it's avoiding vanilla things." "Why?" demanded Professor Twist, her spell crop still aimed directly at Peter's face. "Because... because... um, I don't know," admitted Peter. "I don't suppose you would," said Professor Twist sarcastically. "That's exactly what I expected from you, Mr Petter." Slightly surprised that the professor already knew his name, Peter did his best. "Is it something to do with sex?" he asked tentatively. "No! No, no and many times no," Professor Twist shouted at him. "It is never something to do with sex. What is this sex to which you refer, Mr Petter? Thrusting your nasty little bits into some female perhaps? Come out here, Mr Petter. I will demonstrate." Much startled and not at all pleased at being singled out, Peter obeyed. "Face the class, Mr Petter," ordered the professor, "And then remove your robes and your undergarments." Peter tried to object, but one look from Professor Twist was enough to convince him that she would not put up with any argument. Reluctantly he removed his clothes. "Now," said Professor Twist, pointing at Peter's genitals with the end of her spell crop. "What do we have here?" The question was directed at the assembled students. There was some laughter, and many of the girls giggled. "It's a cock, professor," called Violet Shaw. "Don't shout out," the professor reprimanded her. "Yes, it's a cock, a penis, a willy, a dick. It has many names. Under it are his bollocks, his balls, his testicles, and again they have many names. And what use is all this paraphernalia?" "I think they all know what it's used for," Peter pointed out. "Speak when you're spoken to," admonished the professor. "I am asking the other students." "Fucking," suggested Violet, amid much laughter. "QUIET!" shouted Professor Twist. "Wrong. Completely wrong. We really do have much to learn, don't we? Miss... Shaw, isn't it? That is the vanilla answer, and as you well know these lectures are to teach you Vanilla Avoidance. I have no doubt that Mr Petter would be only to pleased to use this execrable appendage precisely as you so colourfully describe the moment you are flat on your back, Miss Shaw, and the pair of you would be guilty of the most serious crime against our whole society. No doubt you have already done this with Mr Petter here in your ignorance. He, however, should know better. It is his duty to know better. He is, without a doubt, an accomplished wizard. We hear rumours of his prowess in wizardry, and as such he must take the responsibility that goes with it." Herniame raised her hand. "If it's not for... erm... fucking as Violet said, what is it for?" Professor Twist reached down in front of Peter and grasped his testicles in one hand. She squeezed hard, and at the same time she brought down the spell crop with considerable force on the end of his penis. Peter yelled in pain. As soon as Peter's cries had died away, Professor Twist said, "It's for pain and for control, of course. There may be other parts of the male body that are more sensitive, and I'm sure you will learn more of this in Professor Scrape's Safe Sadism lectures, but nothing, nothing at all, is so effective for applying control, for administering punishment, for instilling fear and obedience into a male as these unpleasant little parts of his anatomy. Are there any questions?" Herniame raised her hand again. "I don't understand," she said. "What does that have to do with Vanilla Avoidance?" There was a general rumble of agreement from the students. Most of them were unable to see what Professor Twist meant or, in fact, why she had just done what she did to Peter. "Put on your clothes," the professor instructed Peter, "And return to your seat." Professor Twist waited until Peter was seated. "Our society," she began, "Has its basis in long and honoured traditions. As most of you will be aware, we differ from non-magical people not simply by our magical abilities. Those are of little importance, and will vary from witch to witch and from wizard to wizard. We are different because almost without exception our desire and our capacity for physical gratification is many, many times more powerful than those others who are neither witches nor wizards and, more importantly, we are not vanilla. What does this mean? Some of you will be asking that question, although I can see from your faces that many of you are already beginning to understand. It means that being vanilla is not and can never be enough. If we allow ourselves to slip into the lazy, comfortable ways of those who will never be able to call themselves witches and wizards, then our society will simply cease to exist. We will be no different from the others and with that, no doubt, our magical powers will also disappear. They are inextricably linked. They are at the root of the elemental forces on which this castle, Fessewarts Castle, was built by the Mistress of Mooning. She understood them and used them. She controlled them, and if it were not for her unfortunate excesses that wiped out so very many young wizards, there would have been no need to overthrow her rule at Fessewarts. Be that as it may, the basis of our society is clear. It is based on dominance, on pain, on control, on bondage and on everything that goes with and comes from such worthy principles. Above all, it is based on physical extremes, and never, never on the mediocrity of vanilla sex and vanilla relationships. Within all of this, of course, we have the one principle that the dominance and the control in these matters should be, almost exclusive, female. Do not misunderstand this. We are not a matriarchal society. We do not believe that everything is decided and ruled by women. Our First Minister is a man. The Chancellor of this University is a man. Nearly all of the phylaxes who keep our society safe from those who might destroy it through malice and from those who would destroy it because they do not understand it, are male. There are many, many areas of our society where males have taken their place alongside and, indeed, in charge of women. This is right and proper. The one area where women must remain completely in control is in physical relationships. Our place is on top, and always will be. To allow anything less is a betrayal of our society, as is any physical act between two or more people that does not take whatever is possible to its furthest limits and beyond. We should, we must, strive for the perfection of control, of pain, of the extreme. The very pillars of our society are built on such actions, and once they are weakened by descent into the vanilla then they will crumble and fall, taking us down with them into the abyss of the feeble, the weak and the insignificant world from which we true witches and wizards have risen." Professor Twist stopped speaking. She was panting and shaking with emotion. "Wow," said Don under his breath. "Crumbs." Herniame, sitting on the other side of Don, was nodding approvingly. Peter, however, was shaking his head in disagreement. He stopped rapidly, as soon as he noticed Professor Twist looking at him. "You disagree with me, Mr Petter?" she asked, her voice high and sharp. "Yes, Professor, I do," said Peter, much to the amazement of the other students. "I think there is more to relationships than domination and excesses." "Shut up, Peter!" whispered Don. Peter ignored him.