The Vassal Academy. IC Thread. Closed.

IC: Chris

"M-mistress, may I begin?"

"Yes, we should see to your training, shouldn't we?"

They appraoched station 3 and 4. He wasn't too concerned with station 3. It had a smaller vagina and fuller lips than station 1, just like Mistress Domina's, and he had a wealth of experience servicing her pussy. His problem with Station 1 was because he had tried to use the tricks in the order that worked on Mistress Domina rather than the commands on the screen.

Station 4 on the other hand, was the one he dreaded. He'd have trouble maintianing his focus with it. He'd need her nearby to have any hope of passing it.

"A sullen face for your Mistress, Slave," She asked.

"Forgive me mistress," Chris said knowing that she had told him not to ramble last night, but once he started he couldn't stop himself, "I was in Ballet class earlier and I thought since I like to dance that I'd manage better than I did. I also had difficulty obeying Mistress Rebecca in just something as simple as kneeling. Added on top of my difficulty here yesterday I think I may not have what you need in me." He looked down at the floor shoulder slumped.

He shook himself. "Forgive me, Mistress," He said glancing over to her feet trying to perk up for her, "I'm just succumbing to a moment of uncharacteristic self-doubt. I will succeed. I will be a slave that will please you."

"Relax Chris." She said her hand taking his face between them and raising it up so they were eye to eye. "Don't think about it as a test. It isn't a pass or fail thing, it is a learning process. If you can not do it one or two, even six times down the road.. Well you'll just keep trying until you get it right, right?"

"Right, Mistress," He confirmed gratefully. Then he shivered as her hands moved down to his shoulders. It was such a small gesture, barely any contact really, but now, after weeks of being around such fine women mistresses and slaves with only one example of sexual action for him at all, and most importantly coming from her-the simple act of rubbing the tension of the muscles around his neck was incredibly arousing.

"Instead, think about pleasing me, giving me pleasure." Her finger tips feathered softly over his lips, pressing the pad of her finger to his bottom lip and tugging it slightly down and open. Her fingertip crept inward, teasing at the seam of his lips, brushing against his teeth as if she might insert her finger fully into his mouth. "Pass both stations today, and you will spend the night pleasing me."

Shivers, pinpricks, butterflies, several sensations Chris felt at that statement. "I will Mistress." He said meaning that last word more than he ever did in all the times he had ever used it.

A naughty smile passed over her expression as she turned from him and walked up to Station 3 activating it and pointing him towards the cushioned pad before it, "Go head and kneel here, Chris. When you're ready press start here, the same as yesterday and show me that I won't be disappointed or alone later tonight."

"Yes Mistress." Again those words had more meaning to him now. His mistress had given him an order and he would obey it with all that was within his ability.

He knelt down onto the cushion and pressed the Start button. This station was a near-replica to his last mistress, but his mind was not on Domina at the moment. Commands flowed, red and green lights flashed. Every kiss, every lick, Every caress, Every breath was for another woman entirely. It was more t than anything he had ever committed to obeying anything in his life. It was everything he had in simple actions, not for a stupid machine, or to show off. All that he was doing was for her be it if she was right next to him or seperated by miles of distance, and whatever had to be done would be done for her.

Part of him wondered if this was what it was like for Jeannette. Jeannette would do anything Master Thomas or Andre or Dominique ordered her to, but she'd do everything for Master Devon, anything else was unthinkable to her. That was what he was feeling for Ann. Everything will be done, anything else was unthinkable.

A change had happened within him. A corner was turned within his soul. What Devon was for Jeannette, Ann would be for Chris.

His mistress had given him an order and he would see it done, anything else was unthinkable.

Finally the program was over, and a green word flashed on the screen: Program completed.

Where once he would have beamed, crowing, waiting for praise. He noted the look on her face and asked, "Mistress, may I begin the next station now?"

Master Thomas

"There is nothing like a good reward to provide the motivation and focus for one to achieve their goals," Master Thomas replied from the doorway. He had seen Mistress Ann's handling of the slave, and chose to observe how she handled this issue with the Slave. "It seems that your presence, Mistress Ann, has seemed to give him the focus he was lacking. Now, I think it would be more interesting to see if he can perform well without you being near by."

Thomas walked over to his desk, his eyebrow raised in a request for her to remove herself from his desk. He sat down, his focus still on Mistress Ann.

"Thank you for looking after things in my absence, but I shall take it from here."

Thomas waited for Mistress Ann to leave the room, interested to see how the male slave would perform without her present. She had offered him quite a reward, and Thomas was interested to see how far reaching an effect her incentive had on the young man.

"Very well, Slave. You may start on the next station now. Remember that this is a learning exercise."

Mistress Ann

Ann stayed in his line of sight, so he knew how well she was watching him, and when his face vanished partially between the prosthetic thighs she moved in closer to watch. She knew he would need encouragement to keep going, but the change in him was so astounding, it took a few minutes to register just how well he was performing.

Did he wish to please her so greatly to alter his perception so easily? Was her incentive that meaningful? She thought so, but had no idea he would agree with her enough to go at it with this kind of gusto! It made her smile, it also made her entire body tingle as she watched him work and imagined. If he passed the second part as well as the first, she’d have company tonight.

It made her wonder if perhaps she needed to rethink this method a bit more. Small rewards were easily thought of, but it hadn’t really occurred to her what offering a night with herself might do to their performances and training.

Startled a little to see that the first step was done, she glanced at it mutely for a moment before nodding permission that he could not see. Would he need more from her? After all this was the station he hated most, the one he balked at due to the abuse of another.

"It seems that your presence, Mistress Ann, has seemed to give him the focus he was lacking. Now, I think it would be more interesting to see if he can perform well without you being near by."

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Thomas returned on silent feet and made her jump slightly. His words made sense, Chris needed to learn to do as instructed no matter who gave the order. She could go get herself some lunch and give them some time before returning to her post.

"Thank you for looking after things in my absence, but I shall take it from here."

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And just like that Thomas again dismissed her as if she were his student. It rubbed a nerve so badly that she had a hard time not flaying him open with her tongue at such treatment, especially in front of Chris. This was quickly becoming a habit that was not at all acceptable, especially when she'd been sent here to assist.

"Alright." She spoke quietly but clipped, saying nothing more as she left the room. She got the distinct feeling he didn't want her in there, as pissed off as she was at the dismissal it wasn't likely she'd return any time soon. Fuming silently and trying to hide it, Ann made her way to the kitchen to find herself something to eat, then perhaps she'd spend sometime soaking in a hot bath.

IC: Chris

"Mistress, may I begin the next station now?" Chris noted the surprised and pleased expression, the twinkle in her eyes at the prospect of fulfilling the reward she promised him.

Yet no sooner had he said the words than another voice spoke up coming from the open doorway. "There is nothing like a good reward to provide the motivation and focus for one to achieve their goals," Chris had to keep himself from flinching or turning to see Master Thomas. Instead he knelt waiting for his Mistress's permission to begin the next station. But Master Thomas continued speaking to Mistress Ann, "It seems that your presence, Mistress Ann, has seemed to give him the focus he was lacking. Now, I think it would be more interesting to see if he can perform well without you being near by."

He heard the creaking of the chair behind the desk the clacking of heels on the hardwood floor and guessed Mistess Ann had removed herself from the top of MAster Thomas' desk and he had sat back in his chair behind it. "Thank you for looking after things in my absence," Chris heard Master Thomas tell her, "But I shall take it from here."

"Alright." Mistress Ann stated her heels sounding on the floor as she walked out of the Oral Arts Room and then down the hallway outside.

Chris quickly quelled a rush of disappointment and a fresh pang of panic of not having his Mistress there as a source of encouragement and focus to draw on, But he couldn't fault Master Thomas' reasoning either. If he was to succeed at becoming the sort of slave she'd be proud of he'd have to beat even the male stations in this room with or without her nearby.

"Very well, Slave. You may start on the next station now," Master Thomas said from his desk.

"Yes Master," He said rising up in a graceful motion from Station 3 in a manner he hoped Mistress Rebecca would be pleased with if she were here to see it. He stepped over to Station 4 and knelt on the cushion before it staring at the plastic phallus projecting out from under the command screen. He had seen how Mistress Ann had anticipated him pleasuring her tonight after he had so succintly completed Station 3. She would be so disappointed if Chris failed now. He couldn't put her through that, he wouldn't-it was unthinkable. This thing, this simple peice of plastic and rubber was the only thing between him and fulfilling his mistress' pleasure tonight.

"Remember that this is a learning exercise," Thomas added helpfully.

"Yes Master," Chris agreed pressing the start button and set to work. It wasn't easy like Station 3 had been for him. It was a prized bull and he was the determined rodeo cowboy hanging on for eight seconds to its back. Red Commands flashed, mostly because Chris was unskilled at pleasing a penis, but what he was was determined. He did not escape into Robot Mode. He wouldn't, couldn't. If he did he'd fail, and Mistress Ann would be disapointed that he couldn't please her tonight. That wasn't going to happen, Chris wouldn't fail her, such a thing was unthinkable. So he proceded on the program doggedly following the orders, correcting his clumsy ignorant techniques, to make red commands turn green.

"For you my Mistress," The thoughts bubbled up into his mind as he was busy pressing the plastic cock to the roof of his mouth running his tongue along the bottom. "I will not fail you."

Then it was over. The words: PROGRAM COMPLETE on the screen.

the feelings of triumph and joy at completing the station overwhelmed him. "I did it," He crowed. "For you my Mistress," He silently added.

Master Thomas

Thomas sat perfectly still, watching Chris as he approached the next station. As the young slave readied himself, Thomas saw the nervousness manifesting itself. He had also noted the air of disapproval in the woman's manner when she left, but it was of little concern to him. She was a mistress in training, where he was a Master, as well as an instructor. And this was his domain.

His words of encouragement given, he did nothing but watch. He would not disturb the slave as he undertook his lesson. He knew that the young Slave had ample encouragement from Mistress Ann, and personally, he didn't blame the young male for his attentions towards her.

Thomas watched as the flashing red lights dominated the unit's feedback, noting what he could in order to assist the Slave in his technique, but soon the lights were more green than red until finally the simulation was completed successfully.

"I did it!"

The exclamation was loud, but not shouted. Thomas smiled, having a fair idea what was on the young man's mind as those words escaped his lips. He rose to his feet, and walked over to stand beside the station.

"Indeed you were successful, Slave. But there is much room for improvement in what you did. I will have you return tomorrow, and complete these two stations again. In particular, I want you to complete the program in a more acceptable time frame." Thomas smiled, letting the Slave know that he was pleased with the young man's efforts.

"Come along, Slave Chris. We shall find Mistress Ann and give her the good news that she has inspired you to succeed in your challenge." Thomas allowed the Slave enough time to respond to the command without rushing too much. He then headed out the door, moving in the general direction that Mistress Ann was seen heading.

IC: Chris

"I did it!"

Master Thomas rose up from his desk and walked over to him. "Indeed you were successful, Slave," He told Chris with a reassuring smile on his face, "But there is much room for improvement in what you did. I will have you return tomorrow, and complete these two stations again. In particular, I want you to complete the program in a more acceptable time frame."

Chris nodded, "Yes Master." And he would do it too now that he got the station licked (pun intended).

"Come along, Slave Chris. We shall find Mistress Ann and give her the good news that she has inspired you to succeed in your challenge." He said giving Chris room and time to rise up from Station 4.

"Yes Master Thomas," Chris acknowledged trying to give it the perfect matter-of-factly infliction he had always marveled Jeanette could maintain even when he knew she was jumping up and down for joy inside (Like he was doing on the inside right this minute).

They left following the route Mistress Ann had taken to the dining hall. Chris followed an armslength behind Master Thomas (as was only proper) his head down respectfully all the way.

Mistress Ann

She glanced up from the table where she had been seated, reading over articles and education pieces to fill in the gaps of her education. She had read that it was best to serve first before leading, however she had no idea how to go about learning what she needed to learn without submitting herself.. She never could bring herself to fully submit at any time to anyone, no matter how much she trusted them.

Just something about it and her personality didn’t mesh well. Still, she needed to know how at some point, to do all of this. She realized she was staring blankly at Thomas and Chris and shook herself out of her reverie. “Good afternoon Master Thomas, joining me for a bite?” Her eyes went to Chris who stood just beyond Thomas’s shoulder, his eyes downcast but there was something about him that told the tale.

He had succeeded at the station and got both green lights, but to be brought to her afterwards? Something about it must’ve troubled Thomas enough to come seeking her out about this slave. So she waited patiently while Thomas seated himself, giving the Master her full attention.

Master Thomas

It hadn't taken long to find Mistress Ann. She was sitting down and had been doing some reading. He found it good that she was doing so. Everyone always had something to learn. Some had more to learn than others, but everyone had scope to improve. She appeared to be deep in thought as they approached, and Thomas was about to clear his throat when Ann looked up at them.

“Good afternoon Master Thomas, joining me for a bite?”

"Thank you, I shall." Thomas seated himself opposite her, relaxing and smiling. "Not that we would have any reason to doubt his word, but I thought it would be better for you to hear it from myself. Slave Chris was successful at both of the stations. It seems that your incentives served their purpose well." Thomas paused a little to let his words sink in. He turned his head slowly towards the male slave. "You may attend to your other duties, Slave."

Thomas waited for the Chris to leave before returning his attention to Ann. "I am sorry if I caused any offence when I asked you to leave. It was clear to my eye that your presence was having a marked positive effect on Slave Chris. But he needs to be able to perform at anytime and not be dependent on the presence of another.

"Have you found the reading to be helpful? If there is anything I can do to be of help to you, please ask. Everyone here is a student. Everyone here is learning. How to be a better Slave, or how to be a better Master or Mistress. Personally, I will always avail myself of the opportunity to learn something new if I can."

He sat quietly, letting his professional eye run over Ann's lips, gauging automatically how such a mouth would perform the oral arts, and not just those relating to sex either.

Mistress Ann

She studied Chris closely, "I am pleased to learn that he has achieved his goal." A faint smile lit her face as he made an exit as instructed by Thomas. In a small way his accomplishment was one of her own as well, she had succeeded in finding motivation that Chris needed to succeed.

Once Chris was gone, her full attention went back to Thomas and his apology. "It is not the reasons, for I fully understand your reasoning behind such a request. It is the manner in which you delivered the request and in front of a house slave at that. Respect is important to me, as I am sure it is to everyone. Dismissing me in that manner is the issue I have, especially after being assigned to Oral Arts. In the future I prefer a few moments in a corner to discuss such things, such as my departure, quietly and respectfully, rather than publicly." She had no issue with Thomas and liked the man immensely but would not tolerate being treated like that by a fellow Master... even if she was in training.

"I do my best to be respectful to each and everyone here, all I ask is the same in return." She paused after her quiet speech to see if he was angered or insulted by her comments, hoping he did not see it as a slight but a reasonable request before continuing on, "I am looking to further my education and understanding here as well. I am told that I am the first to be a Mistress in training with no background nor history in service. It is a bit much to bite off, and where to start escapes me." She peered up at Thomas from the article all but forgotten when he entered, "I know I can not be a slave, would never willingly do that. Submissive, perhaps I can manage it with the right ..." Her voice trailed off, she really had no idea if she could go through with submitting herself to another's control, but how else would she learn?

Thomas sat calmly as Mistress Ann spoke her mind. She raised valid points concerning how he addressed her.

"Mistress Ann, I didn't mean be be so brusque with you when I asked to leave the Oral Arts Training room. I intended no disrespect to you in the manner that I used, but I shall ensure that I don't repeat the same error in future."

"I am looking to further my education and understanding here as well. I am told that I am the first to be a Mistress in training with no background nor history in service. It is a bit much to bite off, and where to start escapes me. I know I can not be a slave, would never willingly do that. Submissive, perhaps I can manage it with the right ..."

"With the right Dominant?" Thomas smiled gently. "Indeed, you could be submissive with the right Dominant. I don't mean that in a derogatory way, either. Most women would view such a comment as rather sexist. But it is not. I was a Slave before I became as Master. There were a few people that I willing submitted to, because they were my true Dominants. That is not to say that I didn't submit to all Masters and Mistresses that I served, but these people were different, for me at least. They made me understand what submission really was.

"If you would feel comfortable with it, I offer my services to you to allow you the chance to gain the experience of being a Submissive. It will be done with the utmost respect and discretion, of course. I shall not be offended if you decline my offer. You might find that there is someone else who might be better suited to give you that experience." Thomas shrugged. Ann was definitely am attractive woman, and the thought of her being submissive was appealing. But the ability to help her better herself was the main reason for the offer, not for the need to have another conquest or have some form of sexual release. There were enough house slave about for that.

"Please, don't feel that you have to decide this very instant. Give it the fullest amount of thought, and weigh up all the considerations that go with it. Also, ask questions if you have them."

Thomas sat, watching Ann to see how she reacted to his suggestions, his expression and manner relaxed and friendly.

Mistress Ann

It was hard to really answer him, unsure if it was all just a pipe dream on my part to learn all this. I knew the difference between submissive and slave, but there was just something about it that made it nearly impossible to consider.. But if I did not do some training, I would forever be stuck where I am and that wasn't giving it my 'all'.

"I do appreciate it, Thomas." That first step was always the scariest, question now was did I trust him? Hell, did I ever trust anyone? It wasn't too long ago today that he demonstrated just how talented he was, and it was due to this training. Could I do what he did, as quietly and quickly as he had? Probably not, but I'd give it my best if I decided to do it.

Lunch was over and there were far more things to be done today than just sitting around gabbing, but it was nice to know he would aid me in his spare time, a gift I wouldn't turn down.. Have to be stupid to turn down free training! Its just getting past my hard lines, the up side would be experience.

"Devon hasn't had much time to tell me exactly what I am to do, other than watch assist and learn. I am in training of course, I think he is leaving it up to me to decide what I should do." I was guessing but there were not out lines nor classes and such for Masters and Mistresses. "I don't need to consider some things, training in oral arts is something I have thought about since day one. I would like to go through the stations when the class room is available for the privacy of a lesson and at your convenience of course."

Slave Diane

The blush turns a deeper shade of red before freezing under her touch. Her long locks are secured quickly and efficiently, leaving her pale neck bare. Diane moved quickly to stand as the Mistress wished, trying to keep her back straight. She tried to remember the instructions, arms, steps...she wanted to pleasure her as she did Master Thomas.

She was nervous, her stomach clenching tight as she began to slowly make her way across the floor. Diane kept her steps as small as she could but did not feel very alluring. She kept her arms still as her tall frame moved around the room. Her eyes kept flicking back to Mistress Rebecca, hoping she was doing well. She continued to move, waiting for further instructions.

Mistress Dominique with a new arrival!

When Dominique had arrived at her office it was to find a personal memo from an old friend Peter Allen Winston, III. Smiling at the memory of where and how they met she had agreed to meet with him for dinner……..

Now here she was off to pick up his socialite fiancé who had no clear idea of what she was getting into! It might prove an interesting challenge for the Staff at the Academy, it wouldn’t do for them to get to complacent. Peter had paid quite handsomely, twice the going rate, for the privilege of having them groom his soon to be wife and unbeknown to her; his slave. The funds would get the committee off her back for a while; the acquisition of paying customers was going slower than she had hoped!

Dominique hadn’t told anyone of this newest student nor of her impending visit barely a week after she had left the Academy; surprise was good for the soul…..even Devon needed to be shook up once and a while.

She grinned glancing at her adored pet in her rear view mirror, dressed he looked almost as uncomfortable as Jeannette did when made to wear clothing; he did look gorgeous though, his Latin good looks a perfect foil for his deep blue eyes! “Relax Anton you will have company soon and I expect you to behave.” Having spoken she returned her eyes to the road as she pulled up in front of the grimy train station.

Dominique spotted Jaycee easily, the polished and well groomed socialite stood out in the average crowd milling around her; and her baggage..... Dominique counted at least six! Lord did she think that she was off to finishing school?

Dominique’s eyes narrowed as she stepped from her car, popping the boot of her car as she did so; any one who knew her well would have cringed at the expression on her beautiful face

"You must be Jessica,” She indicated the trunk of the car to the girl." Pop your luggage in there and then join me in the car…and do it yourself please do not ask the porter to help you.” Hers was an order not a request and soon Dominique was enjoying the girls struggle with the heavy cases s she waited impatiently for her to finish, her long blood red nails drumming on the steering wheel of the car.

Finally the car door opened as Jessica made to join her in the front passenger seat. "I think not my dear, your place is in the back with Anton, hurry up I want to miss the traffic and we have quite the ride ahead of us!"

As the girl hesitated and opened her mouth to speak Dominique barked out, "Quiet! you may ask your questions once you are settled girl! hurry up I do not have all day"

Satisfied that she was being obeyed, Dominique relaxed somewhat popped the automatic locks on and pulled out into the traffic.

Glancing again in her rear view mirror at Jaycee she spoke her words measured. "You may ask me 2 questions after which you will remain silent until we reach our destination, do you understand me?"

Jessica Cathleen (Jaycee)

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Grumbling as she threw things into her suitcases, Jaycee turned to glare at Peter. “I don’t see what the hell you plan to accomplish by sending me off to some posh finishing school!” she ranted, anger flashing in her eyes. She had a feeling it had something to so with getting her away from men in general. Finishing schools were notorious for being all female, and his recent ultimatum about her promiscuity had to be at the crux of his crazy idea.

Slamming one full case shut and starting on another, she ignored him as he tried to reason with her. “Jaycee, Honey…it’s for the best. I can’t continue with the way things are, and it would devastate our families if we don’t get married. They’ve had the wedding planned for ten years! But I just absolutely can’t marry someone that can’t at least be faithful to me!” Peter had told Jaycee it was a finishing school she was going to, knowing that if he told her the truth, there would be no way he would get her on that train. He truly loved this woman, had grown up with her, in fact they had been each other’s introduction to the very thing that was now threatening to split them apart. He watched her every movement, lust flaring up in his eyes as she strode around the room in her bra and panties.

Silently walking up behind her as she stood at her closet door, his arms went around her, cupping her breasts in his hands. Placing a light kiss on her neck, he could feel her shiver and relax against him. “It will make me happy, Love,” he whispered in her ear, “It will make our families happy.”

Jaycee turned into him, burying her face in his strong chest, tears of anger and frustration coursing down her cheeks. “I won’t even be able to be with you either!” she wailed. His arms tightened around her, his hands rubbing lightly over her back. He felt a little guilty for what he was doing, but he wanted her to belong to him. The way she should; completely and totally. “Come on, Love,” he said softly, “let’s finish getting you packed. The sooner we get this over with, the better.”

The train trip had been uneventful, and when it pulled into the station, Jaycee was more than happy to disembark. The porter helped her get her numerous bags onto the platform, then went on with his own duties, leaving Jaycee to stand alone, looking a little lost and bewildered. Peter had told her the school was run by and old friend, and that she was supposed to be meeting her train. So far she didn’t see anyone that looked anything like what she expected the owner of a finishing school to look like waiting for her.

A sleek car pulled up just then, the woman behind the wheel looking rather formidable. As she unfolded herself from the car and popped the boot, Jaycee was surprised at the formal use of her name, as well as the order to tend to her own bags. Unable to respond before the woman was sitting again behind the wheel, Jaycee paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing at the slight. “Certainly this woman needs some lessons of her own in just who she is dealing with!” Jaycee thought maliciously. Deciding that she would straighten things out once she was in the car, she finally managed to get all her bags into the boot.

Walking to the passenger side, she started to open the front door. Being told that her place was in the back was a bit of a shock, and when she opened her mouth to protest the tone in which the woman used to address her, she was further shocked at the harsh comments that issued forth. Fuming now, Jaycee slammed the front door and yanked open the back, flopping unceremoniously in the seat and slamming the door behind her.

"You may ask me 2 questions after which you will remain silent until we reach our destination, do you understand me?"

Jaycee offered a curt nod, her temper flaring to the surface. Finally being allowed the option to speak, the first question out of her mouth was, “First of all, just whom the hell do you think you are that you can speak to me in such a manner? I would thank you to remember that you are being paid for your services, and quite handsomely too, I might add if I know Peter, and I seriously doubt he would appreciate the treatment I have received thus far!” Her eyes flashed an almost yellow hue as they caught the woman’s amused gaze in the rearview mirror. “Secondly,” she continued in a still haughty tone, “I want to know what kind of accommodations to expect at this little school of yours. I certainly hope you managed to procure me a suite with a private bath and sitting room. I most certainly do not share my bathing facilities with others!”

She heard a small snort of laughter coming from next to her and looked over, surprised to see the handsome young man on the seat beside her. She hadn’t even noticed him in her anger, and suddenly her eyes turned their more usual shade of green as she eyed him with much interest. She placed a small hand on his thigh, high up and close to his groin as she smiled coyly at him. “Why hello there, Love,” she said in a low seductive voice. “So sorry to not have noticed you before. My name is Jessica…but you can call me Jaycee.” She let her hand slide a little further up his thigh, but her attention was jerked back to the woman in the front seat as she responded to her questions.

Dominique

Dominique watched Jessica flop inside the car, a bundle of attitude just waiting to be controlled; pleased when she fastened up her seat belt, good girl! she thought to herself.

Her first question was predictable given her circumstance, Dominique would certainly, and had in fact, asked a similar one years ago, it was just too bad that she couldn’t respond in the same manner her trainer had; Dominique smirked at the still clear memory. Her second question had Dominique almost swerving to avoid an oncoming car as she stifled her laughter; it took a lot to make her laugh and this girl was proving to be a comedian as well as a prospective slave!

The mirth lasted but a moment.. ..her eyes narrowing as she heard her pets' snort of laughter quickly followed by the young nympho‘s response; her hand creeping up his thigh and her throaty, “Why hello there, Love,”

No one touched that which was hers….ever!

One finger on the console had the girls attention riveted back to her once again as Dominique watched Jessica as she was pushed backwards against the seat hard as an electrical charge ran through the seat belt encircling her slender form!

“A small warning,” Dominique hissed out, “That was setting number one!”

As if nothing untoward had happened Dominique continued in a calm deceptive voice, "Who am I? I am simply Dominique, beyond that it simply of no immediate concern to you.” I am your worst nightmare come to life she thought, dearly wishing that she was at the Academy with a nice cat of nine tails trailing through her slender fingers, this one needed a lesson in manners.

"Now as to your accommodations, they are quite suited to one of your stature, I am sure that you will be well satisfied." A nice cross to which you will be tied to for your first full week or perhaps simply a small iron cage with nails embedded in it?.

Dominique dismissed the many images racing through her fertile mind, concentrating instead on her pet. Hmmm perhaps she should offer him some rope with which to hang himself, it might provide a diversion while she drove and lots of enjoyment for her when they were alone and she was meeting out his punishment, as she most definitely intended to do!

With that last thought Dominique closed the window between them and herself and turned on her favorite classical music, her attention now seemingly on the road ahead……

IC: Antonio.

Anton had watched the interplay between his Mistress and the new girl…Jaycee, with amusement until her hand had squeezed his crotch as she felt the single jolt of electricity from the seat belt. Despite the pain, his huge cock sprang to life within her grasp!

He glanced at the mirror expecting the worst, to find that he seemed to have flown under the radar this time. As she closed the window and turned on her music, Anton relaxed; perhaps if he ignored his traveling companion her hand would go simply go away?

Jaycee

Jaycee was shocked, literally, to find herself slammed back into the seat. Her breath hissing out between her teeth as the current raced through her, she still felt the large cock under her hand respond. Her hand squeezed gently, testing the size, and she felt him jump beneath her again.

Her eyes riveted on the woman in the mirror as she gave her answers, Jaycee decided that the woman was more bluff and bluster than actual threat. It was a neat trick she had with the seat belt, but it would take more than a simple electrical shock to intimidate Jaycee. She got more of a charge out of fucking the Dean in his office than she got out of the little jolt from Dominique.

Waiting till the woman had closed the window and turned her attention back to the road, Jaycee looked again to her backseat companion, her tongue snaking out to wet her lips. Her hand still on his crotch, still gently squeezing, she could feel it pulsing through his pants. Wondering if he would allow things to go any further, her other hand slipped to the buckle of the seatbelt, pushing the button to release it, she let it slide back off of her body.

Jaycee glanced back at the mirror. Her hand now working the fastening to his pants, she kept her eyes on the mirror to watch for any reaction from the woman in the front seat. Finally pulling him free, she couldn’t resist a quick look down at the glorious specimen in her hand. A soft moan escaping from her lips, her mouth began to water as she looked up at him. It was all she could do to keep from burying her face in his lap to take him in her mouth. Her eyes flickered back to the mirror.

Mistress Rebecca

"You are far too self conscious." Rebecca studied the woman, her movements as well as the blushing face. "Let it come naturally, don't force it." Rebecca moved closer to Diane then, "Stand still."

Stepping behind the slave, she pressed her lithe form up against Diane, "Relax." Her hands went to work, kneading a few knots from Diane's upper shoulders and neck, then ran down to encircle the wrists. Breast to back, Rebecca took up each arm and held it enough to take the weight off the shoulders. Gently she shook the arms, encouraging Diane to relax with her.

"Grace comes naturally, positions are learned. Moving shouldn't be so difficult nor as embarrassing that you blush." Releasing Diane, she took back center floor of the studio. "Listen carefully, as I want you to hear my instructions, visualize them and then do it as I have instructed. Understood?"

She waited for Diane's answer, which would be affirmative regardless, then instructed Diane on how to kneel before her.

"Posture must be kept straight at all times. Moving silently, gracefully as I've told you before. Eyes lowered unless given permission to look upon your Master. Never speak first, but wait to be addressed. That said and out of the way, walk to me quietly. When you reach the floor in front of me, you're to kneel in one fluid motion to your knees, you may rest on your heels when kneeling before me, but each master or mistress is different. Keep your back straight and hands to your sides until you've settled into your kneel. Then you are to place both hands, palm down onto your thighs for me.. Palms up and open for your rightful master. Understood? Proceed." Eyes intent, she watched every subtle movement Diane made, and found it lacking.

"That will not do, not at all. Unbalanced and you slumped over on me." Her tone was harder than before, clipped as she spoke. "Rise from the floor, you may use your hands to retain balance for now, but eventually you have to give up the crutch. Rise in one motion, lifting and pushing back to your feet, then straightening from there. Go back to where you were standing before, and then return to kneel at my feet all over again. We will do this until you can get it right!" Her cane rapped the floor, her displeasure showing.

Rebecca wasn't happy though unless someone was displeasing her in some small way, it was just how she was. A five foot drill sergeant!

Master Thomas

He watched Mistress Ann think about his offer, finally seeing her reach a decision.

"I do appreciate it, Thomas."

Thomas looked more closely as Ann marshaled her thoughts. There was some minor conflict there, he was confident, but he had not had the time to study Ann enough to be confident that he was reading her properly.

"Devon hasn't had much time to tell me exactly what I am to do, other than watch assist and learn. I am in training of course, I think he is leaving it up to me to decide what I should do. I don't need to consider some things, training in oral arts is something I have thought about since day one. I would like to go through the stations when the class room is available for the privacy of a lesson and at your convenience of course."

Thomas eased himself forward a little in his chair, locking his gaze on Ann's.

"Mistress Ann, I would be more than pleased to allow you some private time to train yourself on the stations, with full discretion of course. But I think you have misunderstood the full nature of the offer.

"I was offering you the chance to experience being a submissive, under controlled circumstances, to better allow you the understanding that you are currently lacking. Once you know, you have experienced what is is like from the submissive's point of view, you will be able to be a better Dominant. I can tell that you find the idea of being a slave to be against what you feel is right for you. But I know that you can be submissive to someone, even for a short time under clear limits."

Thomas leaned back into his chair. "You are the first of your kind to enter these halls. We are all learning how best to impart our wisdom. I am trying to respect your limits, but it is hard for me, given my personal background. But I seriously believe that it is something that you need to do.

"I am sorry for my enthusiasm just then. I need to remind myself that we are now in different times and the way things are done is different. But please, think further on the fullness of the offer, but the use of the stations in private, we can arrange that easily."

Mistress Ann

It was obvious we had a miscommunication going on between us, but I had no idea he would consider that as an option from me, even for me. The very idea of submitting to someone, to anyone was ... unpleasant to say the least!

He startled me, he really did.. And what was worse was I had no answer for him. How did one go about telling another Master, 'not happening'? Submit to someone I saw as my equal?? Perhaps my views on submission and master were very different than their own, but I just could not bring myself to do something like that.. It just wasn't for me.

I could lie to myself and make excuses as to why, but I wouldn't. Nor would I make excuses up to Thomas about it, I saw it as a weakness. While it was fine for others and I respected them and their choices for themselves, I had no desire for it. Perhaps I had no trust for others and their treatment of me should they have control, or it could boil down to I liked being on top more than bottom?

"Thank you, I would like to use the stations. I do believe it will further my education, just let me know which evening is good for you so I might learn how to clean them properly after use and then a night when it will be empty." I had forgotten my schedule for the rest of the day, too many things on my mind, but perhaps it was best to make a show in Mistress Rebecca's class and see how things were progressing there for a change of scenery.

"I will think on the other. It is true anyone can be submissive, if they choose to be." I left it at that. They all had a past together, years of training and sharing and even learning together. They were forced into it, broken in from my understanding. They weren't given choices, but now they were. It had to be night and day from what they knew and what little I knew. Difference was I did have a choice, and no past with any one here. I could not see myself submitting anytime soon, but perhaps with time and some bonding?

Anton

IC: Anton

Anton knew that it brooked ill when his Mistress shocked the newcomer and turned up her music before she closed the dividing window and darkened its protective glass; it was a trap he was convinced of it!

Tell that to my cock, he thought as with a mind of it's own it responded to the pressure of the talented hand messaging it. The tinted glass seemed to offer protection but he knew better, often it seemed as if Mistress Dominique could read minds.

He felt Jaycee unzip his pants and take his throbbing prick int her hot hand. A minute wont hurt then I’ll pull away… with a stifled moan he thrust his powerful hips forwards shoving his prick into her closed hand envisioning her mouth wrapped tightly around it!

Slave Diane

Diane shivered before her Mistress, gasping a bit at the feel of her against her back. She tried to relax but the touch of her Mistresses fingers only made her body flush a deeper red. It had been too long since she was touch, but she tried to relax as her Mistress requested. Her eyes slipped closed, breathing deep as she listened.

Her eyes snapped open, moving to the center of the floor. She nodded, "Yes, Mistress." She listened carefully, intent on soaking up everything her Mistress had to tell her. Her eyes dropped immediately, realizing she should have known that small command. At her Mistresses command, she took a breath. Her body folded slowly, slipping to the floor, thinking of nothing but pleasing her Mistress. As her knees touched the floor, her hands immediately slid to her thighs, palm down as her bottom rested against her heels. Her body bowed a bit forward as she stilled, waiting for her Mistress.

Her bottom lip pulled in, biting down as she pushed off of the floor with her hands, knowing she had not pleased her. Standing, she moved where she was directed. Taking a deep breath, she tried to still the trembling in her legs. She walked toward her Mistress, slowly, her feet barely making a sound.

Coming to a stop, she let her body relax and began to drop. Her body seemed to melt as it slid to the floor, her knees touching gently. She moved her hands to her thighs, resting them face down. Her bottom touched her heels as she came to a stop, keeping her back straight, her eyes down. Trembling a little she waited, hoping.

Jaycee

Her eyes still on the woman in the front seat while she gently stroked and fondled her seat mate, Jaycee was a little surprised when he jerked so hard in her hand. Looking quickly back to him, a twinkle entered her eyes. Placing one perfectly manicured finger over her lips and smiling coyly, she glanced back to the front before lowering her head to his lap.

Normally one for teasing her partner, toying with him to drive him insane, this time she did none of that, afraid that the woman would catch them. Not that she really cared; the idea sparked a bit of a thrill in her, but she was going to get as much as she could out of this cock while she had a chance.

Her warm, wet lips wrapped around him…

Jeaneatte

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Master Devon knelt before Jeannette’s splayed body, his back rigid as he sat on his heels relishing the folds of her labia as they barely draped her vestibule. He bent forward then, still rigid, bringing his mouth to her moist vulva, his lips to hers, and parting them for his tongue to glide from her hole up to her clit. He paused there, lifting her swollen pearl with his tongue and then drawing it forcefully into his mouth, seizing its root with his teeth as his tongue roughly stroked it.

Bolt upright again, and now his hands found her open slit, fingers pulling and tugging on her labia and clitoris. Immobile and splayed in her bonds, she was vulnerable to whatever might be his whim, and he smiled in that knowledge as he suddenly lifted his right hand and brought it down hard on her mons, stinging the tensed clit that lay below the hill of flesh. A backhand to her clit, now, the flat of his nails flicking sharply against the blood-tautened nub. Again and again and again he struck, and then let his palm fall lightly on her mons, massaging her trembling pussy.

He rose, in one fluid motion, from his kneeling stance and retrieved a lash from a nearby rack. He returned to stand over Jeannette helpless body and let the lashes of the cat o’ nine tails trail softly over the soft flesh of her parted thighs. A snap, and the whip lashed across her left thigh. Back again, across her right. Back and forth, forehand to backhand, he lashed her naked legs, each stroke falling faster on her flesh than the one before. A pause, and he brought the whip back in an underhand arc, only to snap it up and down quickly across her exposed vulva. The crack of the cat o’ nine on her slit and mons drew a bead of fluid to the tip of his cock and a smile to his lips. Again and again he lashed her pussy, himself growing harder with each stroke.

To the rack again, and this time he returned with an iron-work cylinder, an open lattice of vines or veins in curvilinear design. He held it over Jeannette and spoke.

“You are familiar with the yoro-gai, slave, aren’t you?,” he asked, showing her the ridges of iron that made up the circled form.

“It’s used like this,” he continued as he opened the cylinder and wrapped it around his organ, locking it in place.

The yoro-gai, stretched from the base of his cock to the corona and held it stiffer than any natural organ could ever be. The ridges stood out like solid metal veins on the shaft of a cock, and promised to make themselves well-felt inside any cunt.

Master Devon resumed his kneeling position, now with his iron-girdled cock resting between Jeannette’s labia and pressing on her clit...

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Jeannette could see him watching her, she was ready open and so very willing! As he brought his mouth to her vulva she moaned closing her eyes to savor the sensation. His hot lips felt like a fiery brand along her labia. She could smell her own arousal it was intoxicating a potent gift from the man kneeling between her parted thighs.

She followed the path of his tongue with her minds eye and saw him lift her pearl before drawing it forcefully into his mouth. Another small moan swallowed up by a deeper guttural one as he took it between his teeth to roughly stroke it with his firm tongue.

Just when she thought his aim was to kill her he was kneeling again and Jeannette was bringing her breath back under control, until she saw the wicked smile cross his and she felt the full force of the flat of his hand striking her mons a clear target trussed as she was, followed by a stinging backhand directly to her clit, to be followed by a nasty flicking of his nail directly to its side. The agony was swiftly followed by pain, then pleasure and as he continued... more pain and pleasure, a merry go round of erotic sensation;her cunt was throbbing when finally his hand came to rest. Jeanette’s facial expression was one of complete ecstasy as she reviled in his treatment of her his favorite slave!
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She barely had time to gather herself before she felt the familiar feel of the cat as he almost gently trailed it over her soft and trembling thighs before subjecting her to a lightning fast series of cruel lashes that had her gasping for breath. She watched him avidly as she saw his erection grow!

If Devon had given her permission to cum freely Jeannette knew she would have been on her 5th or 6th orgasm by now! As it was she could feel every cell in her body vibrating, her sweet thick fluids a veritable waterfall, gushing freely from within her pulsating, desperately needy cunt.

Her eyes widened when she saw what was in his hand her cunt widening automatically to accommodate its enormous size..

“You are familiar with the yoro-gai, slave, aren’t you?,” Jeannette nodded she was practically drooling at the very though of it buried deep within her, stretching, filling, dominating; had she not been so well trained she would have cum on the spot.

The word quite literally meant, to wrap around, and she watched it as he fastened it on his huge erection. She was familiar with it, but the fact that her Master would be the first to penetrate her in such a manner had her feeling sublime joy and love. What a gift he was about to give his slave!

This was all about taking what he wanted which in turn gave Jeannette exactly what she needed! It was a game of give and take in the most perverse and pleasurable manner.

Her eyes were glowing; her heart beat accelerated, her body bathed in a fine film of sweet as she watched him kneel once more between her quivering thighs. The cold steel on her boiling clit set her sizzling, wishing she could push against it, she threw back her head and moaned out.

”Master now please fill me…pleeeeese; your slave needs this…needs YOU!

Mistress Rebecca

"That was!" She said loud and devoid of emotion, her heart racing as pleasure rippled every where, rarely had she such a treasure in a pupil! "Perfectly executed." Her voice softed, the pleasure in her voice warming her tone as she smiled down at Diane's bent head.

"You must be rewarded for your success.." Rebecca's hand came down to rest atop Diane's head, her fingers caressing down the woman's cheek in a soft gesture. "You shall have a night free tonight. No chores after dinner for you." Her eyes turned to the time and nodded to no one in particular.

"Your lesson went well today, sadly time is almost up. Tomorrow we will work on executing into positions as flawlessly as possible." She hadn't much time really to teach Diane much, but she did have time to teach Diane the correct positions that would best serve her master and allow for greater pleasure for both involved. One wouldn't think that the positions were more than just for show, if they had never used them before.. be that as it may, she needed something to eat herself and so she let Diane go on to her next class.

"You've done exceptionally well today, Diane. I am proud of you." A rare smile came from Rebecca, "You're excused." She shooed the slave out the door and wandered off to the kitchen to find herself something.

Master Thomas

He found it interesting watching Ann's reactions to what he had said. He still found it hard to comprehend that she was so set against any form of relinquishing her control. Even Masters and Mistresses had to let go at times, for their own benefit and that of others. Ann was going to be missing some vital education and experience if that reluctance continued.

"Thank you, I would like to use the stations. I do believe it will further my education, just let me know which evening is good for you so I might learn how to clean them properly after use and then a night when it will be empty."

"I can certainly do that for you, Mistress Ann. I believe that I will have two nights coming up soon where I can assist you with furthering your education with the stations, since I know that you are otherwise engaged tonight."

"I will think on the other. It is true anyone can be submissive, if they choose to be."

"Quite true, if they choose to be. It also everyone's choice as to whether or not they truly wish to better themselves." Thomas started to stand up. "Ask yourself this; Would you want a slave that was not up to their full potential? The same applies to a Master and Mistress."

Thomas left Ann with those words, as he headed back to the Oral Arts training room to make sure all was in readiness for the next student.