The Vassal Academy. IC Thread. Closed.

[yeishia]

Jeannette was in the office finishing up her chores, the past couple of months had seen a lot of intensive hard work especially as until recently she was the only slave at the facility. Thank goodness for the arrival of slave Chris!

She had been used to test every single piece of equipment for quality and safety; from the stations to the bondage racks and everything in between; added to that, there were many custodial chores and her secretarial ones, last but not least the servicing of her many Master’s. She had no complaints for she loved every minute of every task she was asked to perform.

Despite the hardship of having to wear clothing, which she simply hated to do, Jeannette was looking forward to this evening when she would get some time away from the facility. They were finally ready to recruit; Mistress Rebecca and Master Thomas were off to Jersey, to a club that did a little bondage on the side and Master Devon was taking her to the VIP room of the ‘Club de Sade,’ to show her off!

Fingering the smooth, solid gold band that looked not unlike a wedding ring, locked around her lovely neck, it’s tiny tag proclaiming her His, she smiled. She was head slave, and all of the others would be wearing simple leather collars; she was to be liaison between the Masters and the slaves.

It had taken her a while to wrap her mind around the new concept, “How can a slave advise a Master?" Devon had explained, “As the senior slave, part of your duty is to advise me about what the slaves like, don't like, and even what their expectations are."

A lot had changed for Jeannette since the inception of this new training facility but certain factors had remained constant; her love of her true Master Devon, her love of who she was a slave and her absolute unequivocal desire to serve.

Glancing at the clock she hurried to put the coffee on to perk; Devon would be down soon, the morning staff meeting was to begin in 15 minutes and coffee was always a requirement …….

 

[slippedhalo]

Mistress Victoria stood at a diminutive height, but no one ever dared question her strength and durability. She'd made it all of these years to her place of honor through hard work, determination and an iron will. It also helped that she was a drop-dead gorgeous fiery red-headed bombshell and had the same exact tone of porcelain skin she'd had as a baby. Her emerald green eyes were hard as she stared down at the slave literally crushed beneath her tall black boot's spiked heels. "Now, repeat it once more for me to hear, loud and clear, slave. Annunciate when you speak to your Mistress." she ordered, looking down, her leather whip at the ready in case he required yet another reminder of how to speak properly when addressing his Head Mistress and Overseer of the Academy.

 

[DormantEvil]

It had been almost a year since Geneva Price had been made to walk such a distance. But this time it was voluntary, a final bid to her freedom and to the world before handing over her papers to another institution. She had only done something similar to this once before, when she enlisted in the Army at a youthful eighteen. It had been the best years of her life following, even through the pain and anger of training, it had been something she could live for. But now, walking along with just a duffel bag of belongings she was ready to start another adventure. Last night was when her train arrived in the town closest to the Academy, and she had walked for about six miles along the sealed roads before deciding to sleep for the night off the road. This she had no problem with, and the black sky speckled with stars was very calming. She compared it to what she saw during her deployment for years, except now the sound of gunfire and technical jargon was replaced with flowing water over rocks from a stream nearby, some late birds and the cattle off in the distance. So peaceful and quiet, a hushed silence that felt to be a little wrong. A little naive after all she had seen, after knowing what was done to make this possible. But that was the life of a civilian, to move along and make the most of what people fought hard to protect.

The stars are like the millions of lives that have been lost watching over us, a reminder to the surviving to live in a way that isn't dishonoring the dead. So beautiful in their wisdom, yet so far away and so untouchable. If only they could speak of the wonders they saw.

Geneva ended up waking in the early hours of the morning, when the sun first started to rise. She estimated by it's height that the time was around five o'clock, which also felt right from her early morning wake ups that she could still not shake free of. A constant reminder of what she was, yet what she could no longer be. Rinsing her face in the creek, and taking a sip of the crystal clear water the twenty two year old woman stretched and started to walk again. Her sense of direction and the small printed map that she carried with her all she needed.

Several hours later, with the bag slung over her back, Geneva entered the woods and walked down the side of the thin dirt road. Noticing that although remote it was well cared for, with very few pot holes or erosion. The trees grew tall, and the lush green of their canopies glowed as the sun shone through them. The heat bringing out the birds, and the creatures that began to scuttle to collect food and warm up. The rabbits out in the fields hopped around, something that may have found itself as food under any other situation showed a simple beauty now. It was too clean, too nice, and there was a small pit in the bottom of her stomach that made her feel hungry instead of sad. Birds flew through the air, and flowers dried and seemed to sing for their colors were so glorious. It wasn't until she moved through the thick woods that she came out the other side and saw the vast expanse of green well trimmed lawns and the long driveway.

This was it, and a sign on an old looking iron gate backed up her first suspicions. 'The Vassal Academy'. Not knowing if she would be fed breakfast for arriving so early Geneva pulled a red apple from her bag and took a large bite out of it. Pushing through the gates, she walked up the drive, which seemed to stretch on for a couple of miles. Although her attention was directed more to the design of the mansion when she finally got close enough to see it.

"Pretty flash..." she muttered, giving her berry red hair a shake as a bee started to pester her. And as it flew away she took in the sight of the manicured shrubbery, the other out buildings and the very nice cars that were parked out the front. With sure footsteps Geneva walked up the steps and picked up the old brass knocker on the door. Tapping it three times before giving the bell a ring just for good measure. She then moved back down the stairs to look up at the impressive structure. Licking her lips and flinging her duffel bag over to land on the bottom step where she could easily pick it up later. The last of her apple consumed to leave the core that was now more of an embarrassment. Geneva looked around, and threw it as hard as she could so it would land in the nearest group of shrubs. And there she waited, looking around.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Devon quietly entered the staf room and greeted tose already there.

"Good morning, Mistresses," he offered Victoria and Ann, "and to you as well, Master Andre."

"That dark aroma tells me you've made fresh coffee," he said, turning to Jeanette as she stood to greet him. "Very good work, girl."

He hooked his forefinger under her chin and turned her face upwards. A light kiss and a little nip on her lower lips gave substance to his appreciation.

"It seems so strange to see you clothed, Jeanette," he added as he sat at the round, oaken meeting table, "feel free to go naked among ourselves. But do remember to dress when we might meet the public."

As they sat, the old bell rang out, signalling a visitor at the door.

Devon addressed the manager. "Mistress Victoria, have you not yet found a suitable gatekeeper? We really can't have people just wandering up to the house unbidden, unexpected, and unannounced."

He turned to Jeanette. "Answer the door, girl, and seat the visitor in the foyer. Then inform us of whom and why."

Turning back to the others, the Master outlined the tasks for the day.

 

[slippedhalo]

Devon quietly entered the staf room and greeted tose already there.

"Good morning, Mistresses," he offered Victoria and Ann, "and to you as well, Master Andre."


As they sat, the old bell rang out, signalling a visitor at the door.

Devon addressed the manager. "Mistress Victoria, have you not yet found a suitable gatekeeper? We really can't have people just wandering up to the house unbidden, unexpected, and unannounced."


Turning back to the others, the Master outlined the tasks for the day.

Victoria demurred to her Master but her eyes raised once more as she offered her explanation, "Master, there was a trainee for the position but this morning I had to have him placed in confinement. He'll be sent to Oral Arts and later have a lesson in Speech, so that he may learn the proper way to address myself and other staff. I had not been able to replace him as I have just been called away from whipping this lad." she explained. "My apologies, Master. I will be more careful in the future." Victoria promised. She kept her promises well and his nod told her he understood.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"Well, then, Mistress," he replied, "I hope the training goes quickly; we do need to maintain the gate. Be so kind as to have someone check to see that it's locked when not manned. Perhaps we also need a sign to show the location of the signal bell at the gate house."

"It is unfortunate that a lesson was needed in Oral Arts while the Master for that subject is out recruiting; perhaps we should have Jeanette give the trainee some assistance."

"Mistress Ann," he continued, "you will oversee them; it will be a good opportunity for you to practice what you've already learned in Dominance."

Devon felt comfortable offering Mistress Ann some independence in her training; she was reasonably self-assured, and Jeannete would be able to subtly guide her if things went amiss.

"But first," he said, turning to all, "let us see what news Jeannete brings of our surprise visitor."

 

[yeishia]

Jeannette

Devon quietly entered the staf room and greeted tose already there.

"Good morning, Mistresses," he offered Victoria and Ann, "and to you as well, Master Andre."

"That dark aroma tells me you've made fresh coffee," he said, turning to Jeanette as she stood to greet him. "Very good work, girl."

He hooked his forefinger under her chin and turned her face upwards. A light kiss and a little nip on her lower lips gave substance to his appreciation.

"It seems so strange to see you clothed, Jeanette," he added as he sat at the round, oaken meeting table, "feel free to go naked among ourselves. But do remember to dress when we might meet the public."

As they sat, the old bell rang out, signalling a visitor at the door.

Devon addressed the manager. "Mistress Victoria, have you not yet found a suitable gatekeeper? We really can't have people just wandering up to the house unbidden, unexpected, and unannounced."

He turned to Jeanette. "Answer the door, girl, and seat the visitor in the foyer. Then inform us of whom and why."

Turning back to the others, the Master outlined the tasks for the day.

Although Devon entered the room quietly Jeannette could feel his presence and arose to greet him accepting the light kiss and a little nip on her lower lips before running to fetch his coffee and placing the fresh brew before him.

"It seems so strange to see you clothed, Jeanette," Jeannette was hardly clothed she was wearing the briefest of shifts made from the softest linen, it left very little to the imagination, as it was almost transparent, molding itself to her lovely form like a second skin. "Feel free to go naked among ourselves. But do remember to dress when we might meet the public."

Jeannette was about to remove the offending dress when the old doorbell rang out.

"Answer the door, girl, and seat the visitor in the foyer. Then inform us of whom and why,” Devon commanded and Jeanette hurried to do His bidding

Opening the huge and heavy Oak door Jeanette was not surprised to see a young girl standing on the door step; short berry red hair, and athletic body, Jeannette had read her resume, “you must be Geneva, I am Head slave Jeannette come in and welcome,” she smiled. “Please take a seat over here while I tell the Master that you have arrived.”


Gliding down the hall she returned to the staff room. “Geneva Price is here Master I have left her seated in the foyer,” slipping off the hated dress, she folded it and placed it on an empty chair, returning to her seat to await his next instructions.

 

[yeishia]

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"Thank you, girl" Devon said as Jeanette undressed and took her seat, "Mistress Victoria and I will go to welcome our new student."

He stepped next to Jeanette and hooked his forefinger beneath her chin again. This time, however, there was no kiss; instead he placed his thumb lightly on lips and then thrust it slowly between them.

"Mistress Victoria informs me the new house slave is in need of Oral Training," he explained to her, "but the Oral Master is away. You are to go to the station and assist him with his lessons; Mistress Ann will oversee the two of you."

He withdrew his thumb and looked towards Mistress Victoria: "Shall we greet the newcomer now, dear Mistress. He offered her his arm, and together they exited for the entrance hall as Master Andre arose to begin his duties for the day.

 

[slippedhalo]

Victoria's response was a simple slight nod of her head. She knew that her Master's question didn't need a rply. Of course she would accompany him if he so wished. She took his offered arm proudly and strode out of the room with him, matching his strides with her own despite her lack of height. Her black leather jacket barely covered the necessaries except where the tails flared out touching the tops of her thigh high black spike heeled boots. Enough skin showed to entice but not enough to tell the whole tale of the beauty of her luscious, body and milk-white flesh. She marched proudly at her Master's side to greet the newcomer.

 

[Veroe]

IC:Chris

Chris had gotten up early and straightened and took a quick shower and left the small and meager slave quarters to the janitorial closet in the administration wing of the academy. Everyone else was still asleep-everyone except Jeanette, Chris didn’t think she ever slept since he was always an early riser and he’d always find her already up and waiting for him even after spending a night up with master. They wished eachother good morning. She reminded him of his chores for the day as she did every morning and gotten the large scrub brush the floor wax and and helped him fill the bucket of water and get out the wet floor sign.

He knelt on his hands and knees grabbing the brush and and dipping it into the soapy water and scrubbing the floor of the long hall connecting the other wings like the slave quarters and training wing of the house and the central administration wing.

They had one of those spinning floor buffing things in the janitorial closet that would’ve made the job so much easier, but yesterday; Mistress Ann, Mistress Rebecca, and Mistress Victoria all had agreed that having Chris do it manually this morning would help him learn some humility. Chris wasn’t certain what they were talking about after all he was only certain that he would please them…apparently they thought that was arrogance. It was ironic that his confidence that he would please them was the thing they considered to be his biggest problem in training him. So he would do his best to pass all these humbling tasks and then they would be happy with him for once.

But such was the life of a slave. If he didn’t want a powerful woman ordering him around he’d never have come here to the Vassal Academy afterall.

An hour later he had finished scrubbing the floor and applying the wax when Mistress Victoria had walked down the hall in stunning leather stiletto boots before making a small slip she immediately caught her self before she could fall sprawling onto the floor.

“Please be careful, Mistress Victoria,” Chris said from where he was still scrubbing the floor, “I’ve just waxed the hallway.”

She looked around before saying, “Slave Christopher, you have not set up the wet floor sign.” She pointed to the wall where the sign lay forgotten behind the bucket of soapy water the only word legible was the word ‘Caution’. “Someone could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Ah, God damn it,” Chris swore as he scrambled over to the sign trying to set it up.

“What was that,” She said in a dangerous tone of voice.
Chris froze as she came up to him arms crossed over her chest and glaring down at him.

“I…I am sorry I…forgot to set the sign out, Victoria.”

“That is not the only thing you’ve forgotten, Slave Christopher.” She said coldly, “You used rather disrespectful language in response to me and you forgot to address me properly by my title.”

“Shit,” He sputtered.

Her boot landed in his chest and knocked him back onto the floor. “I am sorry, Mistress Victoria,” She demanded putting some weight on the stiletto heel placed on the center of his chest.

He nodded saying quickly stammering a bit as he did so, “I-I am sorry, M-Mistress Victoria.”

"Now, repeat it once more for me to hear, loud and clear, slave. Annunciate when you speak to your Mistress." One of her hands strayed to the coiled leather whip at her waist.

“I am sorry, Mistress Victoria.” He tried his best to give her what she wanted to hear, but he didn’t convince her and he was whipped there on the spot. She was damned good at it too knowing just where and how hard to hit him, and making him count out and thank her for each strike…the only thing that kept it from being the worst whipping he’d ever gotten was the fact that she was going to a staff meeting. So she ordered him to confinement.

Confinement wasn’t actually a locked dungeon cell as he had thought. It was closet sized room empty and waiting for him. No one even locked the door as he set himself gingerly down on the bare floor of the closet. If he was the type of slave to leave a room he was ordered to stay in, then he had no business being a slave in the Vassal Academy. So as the door shut and bathed him in darkness he began to contemplate the encounter. He had fucked up royally with Mistress Victoria…he’d just have to make it up to her.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Victoria's response was a simple slight nod of her head. She knew that her Master's question didn't need a rply. Of course she would accompany him if he so wished. She took his offered arm proudly and strode out of the room with him, matching his strides with her own despite her lack of height. Her black leather jacket barely covered the necessaries except where the tails flared out touching the tops of her thigh high black spike heeled boots. Enough skin showed to entice but not enough to tell the whole tale of the beauty of her luscious, body and milk-white flesh. She marched proudly at her Master's side to greet the newcomer.

Devon and Victoria entered the hall and approached the seated Geneva. "At attention!," ordered the Master.

"I am informed that you are Geneva," he said, "as long as you are with us, however, you will be addressed as either 'girl' or 'slave;' if necessary, you may be called 'Slave Geneva."

"I am Master Devon," he continued, "and this is Mistress Victoria. You must address us by our full name and title the first time you speak in a conversation; after that you may use 'Master' or 'Mistress,' 'Sir' or 'Ma'am,' as you wish."

"At no point are you to address any of the Masters or Mistresses unless you are addressed first."

"Now disrobe. Slowly," the Master ordered, "and turn slowly for inspection by Mistress Victoria."

With the inspection completed, Master Devon told Geneva to go with Mistress Victoria to sign the contract, receive further instruction, and then be shown her room and given her uniform.

"Be so kind as to bring the girl to my office when you're finished, Mistress," he concluded.

The Master left the new girl with Victoria, then, as he made his way to his office.

 

[yeishia]

Jeannette

Jeannette gazed adoringly ay her master as he thrust His thumb slowly between her lips," Mistress Victoria informs me the new house slave is in need of Oral Training," he explained to her, "but the Oral Master is away. You are to go to the station and assist him with his lessons; Mistress Ann will oversee the two of you."

Jeannette needed no second bidding showing Mistress Ann were the Oral Arts lab was before they went to fetch Chris from the isolation room.

This would be his first foray into the Oral Arts room, and although she quite liked slave Chris she found him to be rather caught up with his own self worth and good looks. He was rather well endowed but she had seen larger; and the point was, could he use what he had been blessed with? No doubt she would find out when he was fully trained; of course by then it would be a moot point for of course he would be magnificent. A few hours in oral arts should smooth out the rough edges of his ego she thought, I’ll give him a taste of Stations 1 and prehaps 2 if there is time.

After collecting him they made their way upstairs, “Pay attention to where we are going because you will have to manage it yourself as a rule; I will be training you today, in the future it will be Master Thomas and he hates to be kept waiting should you get lost on the way”

When they arrived in the lab Chris was faced with a complicated array of stations positioned around 3 sides of the room. They could be intimidating to a new comer. "We will start with station 1 and see how you do; I assume that you are familiar with licking cunt?" Not waiting for his reply she gently guided him to sit in front of the first station which consisted of a set of thighs and a woman’s pussy.

“It is simple really Chris you tap the screen and follow the instructions”. She proceeded to tap the screen and Chris was afforded the image of cartoon hands gently parting the folds of the labia. “Start when you are ready and let me see what you can do.”

She watched Chris begin his ministrations and it wasn’t long before the red lights were flashing and a disembodied voice was instructing him on the finer points of oral stimulation, “More pressure, less pressure, longer strokes,” he was told. His fourth attempt to please the machine had him exploding in frustration, “Fuck… this can’t be done!”

Smiling impishly across at Ann she sought to sooth his bruised ego, "Chris you are treating it like a machine, you must think of it as a beautiful woman...as your Mistress, a Mistress whom you really really want to please. You must give her all of your efforts."

"Here let me show you," Jeanette sat gracefully down before the station tapped the screen and within a matter of minutes she was rewarded with a green light and “Station complete,” Smiling she turned to Chris, “Now sit down and try again.’ Standing behind him she massaged his tense shoulders as she watched him work.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Chris

Chris sat in the dark of the isolation room feeling sorry for himself. He didn't know why he was having so much trouble with the masters here. He never had as much trouble pleasing Mistress Domina back home. Still he was handsome, willing, and well-equipped once these little bumps were ironed out Mistress Victoria and Mistress Ann, and Mistress Rebecca would all be flowing with compliments of how fine a slave he was.

So since Mistress Victoria ordered him to sit in confinement he sat. He didn't know how long he was in there and caught himself dozing once or twice before the door opened and sheer blinding light came in. He raised his hand and squinted his eyes to adjust as Jeanette bent down to help him up off the confinement room's floor.

"You didn't finish waxing the Hallway, Christopher," Jeanette told him.

"I was sidetracked, sorry," He said rubbing his eyes he blinked looking past her and shot up straight as he saw Mistress Ann in the hall behind her. "Mistress, good morning," He said greeting her with his best smile and his straightest slave posture.

"You have Oral arts training now," Jeanette told him leading him up the stairs, “Pay attention to where we are going because you will have to manage it yourself as a rule; I will be training you today, in the future it will be Master Thomas and he hates to be kept waiting should you get lost on the way”

"I will remember," He said conscious of Mistress Ann walking up the stairs behind him. He wondered why she was allowing Jeanette contol of the situation since Jeanette was only a slave-head slave sure-but not a master.

They reached the training wing of the academy and Chris walked into a room with plastic penises and pussies lining three of the four walls.

"We will start with station 1 and see how you do; I assume that you are familiar with licking cunt?" Jeanette asked before leading him to the closest of the plastic cunts.

"Oh yes," He answered her. With as many times as Mistress Domina back home had grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into her crotch he should be the one giving seminars on licking cunt. This is where I impress Mistress Ann.

The program began and he set to work on the gentle licks that he had always started off with for Mistress Domina. But a red light flashed and a simulated voice said "More pressure". He complied but it wasn't long before the red lights came on again and the same voice said, "Less Pressure".

"Make up your fucking mind you stupid machine," He thought angrily.

As if it didn't care: red lights came on again and the voice said: "longer strokes.”

He looked up from the artificial cunt in embarrassment. How could he be failing this. Mistress Domina had always praised his cunnilingus techniques. With renewed focus he tried four more times failing each. In frustration he swore, “Fuck… this can’t be done!”

A crop was placed on his bare back over the middle of his spine, as Mistress Ann said calmly and firmly as if a mother scolding an unruly child, "Don't use vulgar language in here, it is displeasing to my ears,"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry," He said quickly, "Thank you for correcting this slave, Mistress."

"Chris you are treating it like a machine, you must think of it as a beautiful woman...as your Mistress, a Mistress whom you really really want to please. You must give her all of your efforts."

Was that it? Was he somehow not performing up to his usual standards because this machine wasn't an actual mistress like Domina or Ann behind him? "I thought I was," he told her defensively.

"Here let me show you," She said taking his place before the plastic pussy and begining another round eating it out with a fervor Chris had never seen anyone perform before. Green lights began to signal for her over and over again until the voice announced, "Station Complete."

Chris looked at her eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Now sit down and try again," She said as she moved over and let him back in front of the plastic pussy.

"Okay, real woman's pussy," He said picturing Mistress Domina's open legs or even better Mistress Ann's before him. The program began again and he set to it with his best imitation of the fervor Jeanette had displayed. He got one or two red lights when he began to feel self-conscious before Mistress Ann, but more and more green lights came for him and soon the simulated voice announced, "Station Complete."

He looked back at them smiling.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Your progress is admirable. Mistress Ann was he on time?" Thomas' arrival was smart and easy the door opening with so little noise, he would hardly have been noticed without his announcing his presence. Now that he was there, however he could see the first green lights Chris had achieved. In his hands he carried a small list of equipment for the male stations. It seemed a motor function was off, and all the pressure plates along the shafts were registering no pressure. Jeanette somehow could still get green lights but even he could not, so there was work needed.

"I think this is the point where you move to station two." His grin widened as he pointed to the small five inch phallus sticking out of the wall. "See how you do loving a cock, there are the occasional masters who prefer a good boy. A man knows how right?" His eyes flashed over to the station and then the young man. A playful light in his eyes. "But it's down at the moment, and impossible tasks are never something we assign to our slaves."

Flashing over Mistress Ann and Jeanette he was reminded of the tasks they likely still had to do. Chris would not be done his tasks for the day and since there was little else to do here, he could dismiss them to something more productive while he went to work. "If you feel practiced then I will see you tomorrow Slaves. Ann if you would administer any lashings that are needed today, I fear I have a slough of work to do, and very limited resources to do it with. As you're well aware technicians aren't something we usually have on hand."

Moving swiftly he began to disassemble the pressure plating of station two, his nimble fingers working smoothly so he would not disturb the delicate air cushions the sensors used.

 

[yeishia]

Jeannette

Jeannette was so relieved when Master Thomas entered the room she almost ran and kissed his feet.

Although she loved helping her fellow slaves doing so in this manner still stressed her out to no end. She had no aspirations to become a Mistress. It was not in her nature to command, guiding she was good at.

All the while she was helping Chris she half expected to feel the kiss of the whip for her impertance at pretending to be that which she was not.

Still she was pleased that with her gentle guidance and her demonstration at the ease with which he had finally completed station 1.

"Jeanette please report with me to Master Devon to see what else he needs to be done for the day if you have not been ordered elsewhere by Mistress Victoria and Master Devon,"

Turning to her Mistress she replied. “Mistress Ann I have along list of assigned duties with your permission I shall leave and attend to them.”

Receiving a nod of permission; with a curtsy to both Master Thomas and Mistress Ann and a smile towards Chris she backed out of the room to attend to her duties 'proper.'

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Mistress Ann arrived at the door to Master Devon’s Office, and he bade her enter.

As the Mistress recounted her session with the slaves, his countenance darkened.

“Mistress,” he said, “fetch those two immediately, if you please.”

Devon was distressed that Jeanette had lorded it over Chris; it was not what he ordered nor was it what he expected. She would need a reminder that she was a slave, not a Mistress, and he prepared for their arrival by taking a riding crop and a carriage whip down from the wall.

“It will be a good opportunity for lessons for all three of them,” the Master said to himself as he returned to his business.

 

[yeishia]

Jeannette

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[Tio_Narratore]

"Yes, Girl," he said sternly, "I sent you to assist Slave Chris, and I find instead that you have demeaned him. You must remember that you are a slave as is he; not his Mistress. I believe a reminder is in order."

Slave Chris listened to the Master's reproach. Devon ordered him to come stand in front of the kneeling Jeanette.

"You come here, too, if you please," he said to Mistress Ann.

There is a lesson here for each of you. For you, Mistress, it will be in technique; for Slave Jeanette it will be in humility. And you, Slave Chris, will have the most subtle of lessons; I hope you will discern what you are to learn."

Devon took the riding crop from his desk as he drew Mistress Ann close to his side; “watch closely,” he said to her.

He placed the length of the crop across the slave’s knees and slowly drew it up over his thighs. It scraped across his scrotum before coming to rest beneath his substantial piece of meat.

“Open your mouth, girl,” he ordered Jeanette as he lifted Chris’s organ with the crop.

“Now, boy,” he said, “thrust it between her lips.”

Devon removed the crop as the boy’s cock found support on Jeanette’s tongue.

“Deeper, now!” the Master ordered sharply as he whacked the crop across Chris’s backside. The slave’s hips instinctively recoiled from the blow and drove his massive glans to the back of his fellow slave’s throat and filled her mouth with his shaft.

The Master put down the riding crop and took up the carriage whip, placing it in Mistress Ann’s right hand. He drew the Mistress behind the kneeling girl, and took her hand in his to show her how to judge the proper distance for the whip. When Ann was in the right position, Devon took her hand and flicked the whip so its tip would sting Jeanette’s derriere. Then he raised her hand and brought it down in a sweeping motion, drawing its whole length across the girl’s back. Again, this time a backhand lash.

“Flick and lash,” he said to the Mistress, “use both, and vary the tempo, the intensity, and the location; do not let your slave anticipate any strike.”

He could see that the blows had their desired effect; the pain had created uncontrollable movements of her mouth, tongue, and lips, and these had, in turn, created pleasure for the boy’s cock.

“Mistress Ann,” he said, “you are to use these strokes on Slave Jeanette until she brings Slave Chris to a climax.”

“Girl,” he instructed Jeanette, “you are to kneel perfectly still, no matter how sharp the lash, until you have drained your fellow slave of all his juices.”

The Master walked over to the desk and picked up the crop again. Turning to Chris, he drew it roughly up from his hip, over his ribs, and across his stiff little nipple.

“And you, boy,” he said, “you may delay your orgasm as long as you wish, or you may let yourself cum quickly; it is up to you to set the maximum of Slave Jeanette’s punishment. Let us hope you see the lesson in it.”

He turned to Jeanette again, placing the tip of the crop beneath her chin, lifting her face to align it better with the shaft her mouth enveloped.

“You may cum, too,” he told her, "but only if and when Mistress Ann allows you.”

The Master retired to sit on the edge of his desk and watch. “You may begin now, Mistress,” he announced.

 

[slippedhalo]

Devon and Victoria entered the hall and approached the seated Geneva. "At attention!," ordered the Master.

"I am informed that you are Geneva," he said, "as long as you are with us, however, you will be addressed as either 'girl' or 'slave;' if necessary, you may be called 'Slave Geneva."

"I am Master Devon," he continued, "and this is Mistress Victoria. You must address us by our full name and title the first time you speak in a conversation; after that you may use 'Master' or 'Mistress,' 'Sir' or 'Ma'am,' as you wish."

"At no point are you to address any of the Masters or Mistresses unless you are addressed first."

"Now disrobe. Slowly," the Master ordered, "and turn slowly for inspection by Mistress Victoria."

With the inspection completed, Master Devon told Geneva to go with Mistress Victoria to sign the contract, receive further instruction, and then be shown her room and given her uniform.

"Be so kind as to bring the girl to my office when you're finished, Mistress," he concluded.

The Master left the new girl with Victoria, then, as he made his way to his office.

"Geneva..."Mistress Victoria enjoyed this particular inspection although the tone of this girl's hair offended her slightly. She hated not being the only redhead in a room. As she led this new one to the area for a contract signing she eyed her and murmured, "Hmmm...we'll have to do something about the hair." then "Come with me slave. You will need to have a uniform, and I think you'll need to choose what your new haircolor will be as of tomorrow. I will not stand beside another redhead for more than twenty-four hours."

 

[yeishia]

Jeannette

"I sent you to assist Slave Chris, and I find instead that you have demeaned him. You must remember that you are a slave as is he; not his Mistress. I believe a reminder is in order."

Jeannette found herself confused.... for too demean him had not been her intent. She had taken unassisted many such fellow slaves through the stations at the farm and had been taught specifically how to do this, she had in fact repeated her training verbatim, Hadn’t she? Obviously she had done something incorrectly and her failure to please her Master caused her much saddness.

"There is a lesson here for each of you. For you, Mistress, it will be in technique; for Slave Jeannette it will be in humility."

Her Master said she needed humility and it would please her greatly to learn to be more humble.

Still kneeling she felt Chris’s massive cock thrust unceremoniously between her lips her Masters “Deeper, now!” causing it to pass into her throat. Jeannette fought instinctively not to respond to its invasion waiting instead for her Masters command.

The command came in the form of the firey kiss of a riding crop across her tender buttocks causing her body to move forward onto his member her mouth and tongue embracing it as if to steady her motion. “Flick and lash,” he said to the Mistress, “use both, and vary the tempo, the intensity, and the location; do not let your slave anticipate any strike.”

She was to remain perfectly still in spite of the lashes she was to receive until Chris reached his climax, upon command she was to be allowed her own.

Kneeling his cock in her mouth, the whip on her back, unmoving her expression one of calm control, she thought…Thy will be done, and so it was….

The pain of the whip paled before the pain in her heart at having failed her Master!

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Master Devon perceived some reluctance on the Mistress's part and called for a pause, taking her aside.

"I sense," he said quietly, "that you have no taste for this duty; perhaps you don't recognize the offense."

"Slave Jeanette concluded quite properly in assisting her fellow, but clerly had set him up for failure in his first effort. Consider:

"We will start with station 1 and see how you do; I assume that you are familiar with licking cunt?" Not waiting for his reply she gently guided him to sit in front of the first station...

and then,

“It is simple really Chris you tap the screen and follow the instructions”.

This was no assistance at all, no meaningful guidance, and while he was struggling, she just stood by watching him fail. Only after his failure did she demonstrate, and that served just as much to show off her prowess as to give him an example. Where were her kind words, her guidance, and her comforting touch when he first attempted the station. No, I feel she tried too hard to show herself as better than him rather than aid him to become better."

"I would like you to bring the lesson to its completion," he concluded, "but not if it must be merely perfunctory; there is nothing to be learned in that for anyone."

The Master stepped back to see what the inexperienced Mistress would do.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Master Devon returned to his seat on the desk, pleased that Ann had at least understood his reasoning. It remained to be seen if Jeannette understood his reaction; he would have to speak to her afterwards.

But for now, all was in Slave Chris's hands, or groin, if you will. It was he who would determine when the lesson was done. And would he have learned, or would he, too, indulge his ego and merely seek a bit of revenge.

 

[yeishia]

Jeannette knelt unmoving except for the rise and fall of her lovely breasts. eyes staring forwards she almost looked serene. The increased rhythm of her breathing and the soft ever deepening blush spreading across her chest, were the only indications that this slave was feeling anything at all

Au contraire..... she was feeling every delicious fall of the whip combined with the more visceral stimulation of the meat slamming down her throat; the fact she was not permitted to move or make even the smallest sound had served to heighten her perceptions and subsequent reactions hidden though they were to the untrained eye.

Jeannette was trained to cum on demand ready or not, but she was seriously doubting if she would be able to hold off until his penis was out of her mouth to ask permission.


Whack! "Think about WHY this is being done,"

Jeannette could hardly think at all......

 

[chronicle_tenko]

In the Oral Arts Chamber Thomas toiled, the high technology not his actual area of expertise no matter how many times he may have used the machines himself. Paging any of the Misstress Victoria to the room, he waited for assistance and of course the clearance to call a professional. It was always a struggle and any budget had to run by her, but this issue seemed beyond his own abilities, and thusly he had to talk to her.

Deep in his loins he felt the stir of excitement the shorter woman always caused, her presence alone was always a thrill, even as a master he remembered being before her, and her notice that his skills lay in more than simply pleasuring with his mouth but in control and teaching technique. Still the hours he had spent, his braid in her hands, were many and pleasurable, and he longed to share with her again. A 69 when she returned after the day perhaps, or a shared glass of wine. Should either of them EVER have the time for such pursuits again. The new challenge of the school all consuming.