The Vassal Academy. IC Thread. Closed.

[DarkEmpress]

Geneva listened intently to Mistress Ann’s instructions. Her eyes moved to the machines and her violet blue eyes widened as she stared at the first machine in shock. It was an Oral Arts class … she was expecting to learn how to please a Master or a Mistress … and when she had seen Mistress Ann’s delectable body perched on the desk, she had assumed it would be with a ‘live’ model … not a machine.

She took a step closer to the machine, an incredulous expression resting on her features as she quirked an eyebrow inspecting ‘Station 1’. It looked so life-like, comprising a pair of thighs with a very anatomically correct version of a vagina. She was just about to touch it when a voice boomed through the room. Geneva instinctively straightened her shoulders and dropped her gaze to the floor, listening respectfully.

Master Thomas unexpectedly stepped forward rendering Geneva momentarily startled, his fingers smoothing into her depths as he stroked along the length of her. A sharp inhale rushed past her lips while his fingers teased the sensory nub at the top and explored the gates to her dark depths. If she was not aroused before, that certainly did the trick. Geneva clenched her teeth together and shut her eyes tightly trying to regain control of her body.

He ordered Geneva to stick her tongue out, and she complied as her eyes fluttered open, getting a rather close-up view of him as he proceeded to manipulate her tongue with his own. His instructions nearly fell on deaf ears as Geneva swallowed hard trying to quell the urge to press her lips to his in a searing kiss.

For a moment, Geneva stood on shaky legs looking from Mistress to Master in an awkward little silence before she realised that this was her cue. “Right,” she said softly as she approached the machine with determination. She knelt down in front of it and then lifted her hands. She furtively let her fingertips explore the entire station before she leaned back looking at the screen above it.

Taking a deep breath, she touched the screen and watched as an animated figure instructed her to use her fingers in the task of gently parting the folds of the labia. Geneva copied the movement and having had some … considerable experience with the female form, did not find the task unfamiliar. Her first attempt was however awarded with a big and flashing red light. Mortified, she let her hands fall to her sides before she re-set the machine and tried again.

By the third attempt, she finally received her first green light, and smiled as she slowly came to grips with the machine and what it wanted her to do. The next set of instructions showed in detail how to use her tongue to smooth along the inner folds and to savour the pressure points that are bound to drive any woman insane.

Geneva was actually enjoying this a tad too much … she let her tongue explore and delve into every crevice and fold, teasing and tempting as she would one of her partners. The sound of her tongue lapping away at Station 1 echoed in the room as Geneva moaned and laughed with delight as green lights and the occasional red light flashed across the screen.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Chris

"With mere seconds to spare. I trust that you know how important my time is Slave, and that in the future you will arrive at a respectful time?" She berated him her cane tapping against her leotard covered body.

"Damn it," He thought to himself, "I should've risked getting caught running in the halls to get here earlier." Aloud he said, "Yes Mistress. I will arrive earlier for your classes and show the proper respect towards you."

"You stand like a gorilla and walk like someone in a marching band." She scoffed, and he flinched at the comparison. He had hoped since he liked to dance that he'd make a better first impression on Mistress Rebecca.

"Do you always push your heels through the floor or am I just lucky to see you prance in a manly way for me," She continued approaching him with a smile like she was relishing this, but her eyes held a dangerous glimmer to them that made Chris glad he wasn't looking her directly eye to eye.

"That is always how I walk, Mistress."

"This will be hard for you Chris, I expect you will be punished on a daily basis by me..."

That gave Chris mixed feelings. He didn't like or enjoy pain or punishment but the power to punish, to reward, to shape him into something new or something more pleasing to her, something more than what he was now. The very prospect was stimulating-arrousing even. Mistress Ann had that...aura of dominance too...though it was plain that she was new to it. Mistress Rebecca on the other hand was a veteran...a master technician at using it...She was the closest to Mistress Domina back home Chris had found here in the Vassal Academy. With Domina Chris had always had the impression she'd rather be curled by a window reading a book than spending her precious time mastering him...Mistress Rebecca gave him the sense she'd rather be nowhere else than right here right now.

She had moved behind him and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her cane gently rap between his shoulder blades. "Back straight. Head up and get those arms to your side."

She came around to look up at his face. It was probably a comical sight this short woman ordering around this tall, broad shouldered man, but the truth was he was the midget and she was the giantess. "Good, excellent Slave.. At least you know where your eyes belong. But..." She tsked and glanced downward tapping the side of his knee with the cane to emphasize, "Were you born bowl legged? Straighten those up as well."

He complied instantly leaving him in an uncomfortable stance-well not uncomfortable just not his natural posture.

She backed up appraising his compliance with her commands. "Alright then."

"A slave's movements are effortlessly executed. Poise, grace and above all else silent. Things do not rattle on tables, walls or where ever else when one walks by. There are no thumps of cloddy foot steps beating through my lovely hardwood floors. Think those things as you walk for me, here."

She circled the room with her finger tip saying, "Once around the room, Slave."

He complied stepping self-consciously, trying not to walk like an elephant and more than likely failing miserably. Trying to maintain the perfect posture she demanded of him and again more than likely failing miserably.

Chris knew almost fatalistically he wasn't leaving the dance hall without hearing Mistress Rebecca's full wrath and feeling it with that cane. But it would all be worth it if she could teach him to be the type of slave that would please him, and they did say pain was an excellent teacher.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Ann

She met Thomas' eyes and smiled a silent thank you, a slight bow of her head in respect as she turned her attention back to Geneva. She didn't want to berate herself, but there were some things she couldn't ignore. Had he not stepped in, she would've never thought to do those things he'd just done to encourage Geneva.

She still had much to learn, especially about herself. She was still thinking and living in the outside world. The place where she couldn't do something like Thomas had just done, not without being arrested for it. While the urges may come and go, she still held back as she was too used to 'polite' society and what was acceptable behavior. She had to remember that she had the right to touch, and at times she needed to touch or be affectionate whether she felt up to it or not. She did her best to ignore that nagging small voice in the back of her head telling her that maybe Devon had made a mistake with offering her this position.

Sexuality barriers were a real bitch, and her limitations had no place here in this position. That and the fear she would be terrible at something kept her from exploring many things. But how could she go about exploring without seeming inept or submissive?

Watching Geneva, her enthusiasm as she explored station one became hypnotic. The sight and sounds she made, the machine almost eagerly responding in kind kept Ann's attention far more than usual. A whisper of something crept through Ann and she felt her own body respond to the visual and thought.

Watching the look of bliss cross Geneva’s face and the sensual movement of her lips, jaw and what bit of tongue Ann could see… She was really getting into her station training, treating it as if it were a real woman and working to bring that woman to orgasm. Her mood and arousal which Ann was beginning to catch in the air was bleeding off into Ann. Amazing that the new slave could awaken Ann’s lusts so early in the morning by sheer eagerness.

"Very good, Slave." Her lips twisting in a smile at Geneva's soft giggle. "I do believe she is going to pass one station and move to the next today, Master Thomas." Ann moved closer, she had never seen someone get excited this quickly and with a machine simulator of all things. Her eyes on the screen, reading the commands as they flashed before returning back to the faux lower anatomy of a woman. Wondering if perhaps maybe she should do the course too? Just to know what to expect, because frankly the fumbling through was beginning to get to be an annoyance. Maybe if she passed this, she could have enough knowledge to try the real deal. It was a thought, but one that would have to wait.

So now what was she to do here?

“Master Thomas?” She looked for him, as it was his class before she came. “Any suggestions on what to do with this Slave next?” Inviting him in seemed the wisest thing to do. She could observe him and his experience in teaching, which was better than what she was floundering with.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Rebecca

“Oh joy….” Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she watched him try and do this robot puppet around the room and each step slipping back into that crap posture. “God… grant me patience..”

She was to him in seconds, cane in hand as she rapped him on the back. “Less swagger in those hips big boy, you’re not impressing anyone.”

“Straighten up! Get that chest out, stomach in and shoulders back.” She rapped him in each spot, “Again, walk.” This time she went with him, bopping him on the shin, “Knees in, smaller steps.”

“Circle me, Slave. Don’t swing those arms either.” Her eyes devoured him, from head to toe she inspected, watched as she looked for imperfections.

She had him moving around her, endlessly it seemed but only fifteen minutes and several raps later when she said, “Good.. Good. That is a bit better.” Talking to herself more so than to Chris.

“Come here, Slave.” She snapped her fingers like she might call a dog to her side, pointing at the floor before her. “Stand before me and when I tell you to, you will kneel to the floor before me.” She waited until he moved to do as she commanded.

 

[scarletnym]

Slave Diane

Diane’s heart soared as he agreed, taking the pen in her shaking hand. She thought for a bit about a safe word, finally writing it on the line and signing her name. Diane almost felt as if she were signing away her old name, her old life and couldn’t help the smile forming on her soft lips.

Her eyes fluttered as he kissed her forehead. She could not help the feeling of contentment at his words…his, theirs. Finally, she was home among her Masters and Mistresses where she had always belonged. She knew she would do her very best to please them and felt no fear at being punished. If she had made an error she needed to be corrected.

She moaned softly, caught off guard as his finger worked into her soaking wet pussy. Her eyes grew hazy as she watched him taste her. When he offered his finger to her, she cleaned him completely, her eyes on his as she enjoyed her juices. Her stomach did a little twist at the mention of training. She had no idea what to expect and hoped she would progress as they expected.

Her lip curled up in a quick grin at the thought of Master Devon judging her progress. She knelt down as he commanded and entwined her fingers behind her head. Looking up into his eyes, she was eager and ready to please. Her eyes drifted down as he opened his robe, she let her eyes roam his body but focused on his eyes as he began to instruct her.

She leaned forward, taking the tie between her teeth and pulled back. Once she had released the tie, her tongue ran across his flesh just above his pants before gripped the waistband and pulling down. His pants fluttered to the ground, revealing his beautiful flaccid cock. Her tongue flicked out over her lips as she raised her eyes to his, “Thank you, Master Devon.”

Dropping her gaze once more, she leaned in closer, her hands still tight behind her neck. Her tongue began to slide over his soft skin, licking and tasting him. She moved lower and swirled her tongue around his balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth. Sucking gently she flicked her tongue around him, her teeth scraping ever so gently before pulling off of him. She tried not to make a sound but a small pop was heard as she released him.

She could feel herself getting moist, flushed as she licked up his slowly growing shaft. Taking the tip of him in her mouth, she sucked and licked until she tasted the small drop of fluid. She then pushed down onto him, unable to take him all the way she pulled back and tried again. Still she could only fit about three quarters of him into her mouth before gagging. She began to move her mouth over him, sucking and running her tongue along the underside of his cock. Her sucking was a little noisy, somewhat messy but she was putting her every effort into it and hoped he was not too disappointed.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Master Thomas


"Yes, Mistress," Thomas answered, "this girl has done well; her enthusiasm underscores her quick learning."

"But there are a few rough spots to smooth before she moves on," he continued as he took a place next to Ann.

Turning to Slave Geneva, he smiled warmly and said, "yes, you have done well, but your enthusiasm also causes you to loose some self-control."

"You depended on the thighs to hold you from falling," he detailed, "and a slave must have enough poise so that her Mistress feels no pressure but what comes from her girl's mouth. Hands should flow as lightly as a breeze to enhance the pleasure."

"And unless your Mistress wants you to act like a school girl who's just discovered her best friend's pussy, you're going to have to learn to perform silently. You should be able to perform this service undetected beneath a table in a crowded restaurant."

"Beside's," Master Thomas concluded, "your silence will allow you to enjoy the sounds of pleasure you draw from your Mistress."

"Poise will be at another station, girl," he said as he turned to Mistress Ann; "now, with Mistress Ann's help, I'll show you something about noise. Keep your eyes closed until we're finished, and just listen."

He had her close her eyes not only to focus her hearing, but to keep her from seeing her Mistress pleasured. He sensed Ann's lack of confidence at the oral station, and wanted to ensure the slave didn't see a Mistress loose her own self control.

Master Thomas looked lustfully at Mistress Ann, planning on thoroughly enjoying the demonstration he was about to give on his ravishing colleague. Silently he lifted her bum from the desk and slid her skirt up to her waist, exposing her naked vee. He set her down just at the edge of the desk and pushed back on her shoulders. Ann balanced herself with her hands on the desk as Thomas slowly spread her legs. His fingers glided lightly over the sensitive insides of her thighs as his mouth found her nether lips and quietly caressed them. His touch brought a soft, breathless sigh from the Mistress's luscious lips.

His tongue, then began to play with her folds, parting them and closing them again and again, leading them to exude their own moisture. Her sighs rose in a muted crescendo as his tongue silently but eagerly lapped up her alkaline elixir. Left and right, up and down, his tongue stroked her furrow, lingering at her pussy's entranceway to circle round it, stretching and distending it first in one direction and then another. And all the time new sounds, golden tones, flowed from Mistress Ann's throat.

His lips and tongue found her swollen nub of pleasure, then, glistening with her wet excitement, and seized it suddenly and forcefully. Ann's surprised gasp turned into an appregio, rising to a sopranino before falling back down to a long contralto moan.

And so it went as he continued to play her clitoris as the mouthpiece of some ethereal instrument, drawing from her body a concerto of delight and pleasure. Then the coda, and he drew her little pearl rapidly in and out of his mouth as his tongue attacked it's tautened form in a passionate staccato. Her voice matched his silent mouthwork in rhythm, becoming almost a percussion of short, gasping breaths, until, with one last slow, deep draw, one broad, hard circling of his tongue, on the seat of her pleasure, he elicited an outpouring of tones and overtones and undertones that wavered in a wild tremolo from the quivering spasms of orgasm deep in her pussy.

Master Thomas stood, then, and gave Mistress Ann a few moments to recover her composure before he addressed the girl.

"So, Slave Geneva," he observed, "that is what your oral should sound like. Practice your skills on the machine, and when you offer it to a real woman, you will hear a symhpony of your own composing. Now open your eyes."

He placed his arm affectionately around Ann's shoulders as she sat back up, knowing she had learned something about oral sex herself from the lesson.

"Now, girl," he commanded, "you will go through the station again, and Mistress's riding crop will let that firm ass of yours know whenever you've made a noise."

He kissed Ann on the cheek and left the desk. "She's yours again, Mistress," he said, taking a position with a good view of the exercise that was about to begin..

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Master Devon


The Master knew he should receive Slave Diane's mouth dispassionately, perhaps even denying himself an orgasm, so as to objectively judge her skills. As her lips touched the tip of his organ, however, he couldn't help but smile, remembering his early days as a slave, his own awkward eagerness to please his Mistress by pleasing the Masters she offered him to and, as her mouth engullfed him, his own pleasure at his cock being taken by hos Mistress's friends and colleagues.

He held his blood flow back, testing the new girl's ability to stiffen a flaccid organ, and then let his it flood his cock to fill her mouth and observe how much she could take before gagging. He remained silent as she mouthed him; it was a test, and any indication of pleasure or discomfort on his part would give her direction.

The Master noted her good points as she performed, and also registered areas where improvement was needed. Enthusiasm was not a problem with Diane; he knew that from the beginning, but he did enjoy verifying it first hand. But there were problems.

Almost every time she slid her mouth down his shaft, Master Devon observed, she fell slightly forward,, gagging herself on his cock as she succeeded at halting her fall by resting her mouth on his pubis. She would definitely need intensive work at the ballet station.

He noted that she lacked full control over her suction, popping as her lips left his cock and often varying randomly in the pressure on his glans while he was in her mouth. The oral station's machine would help with that problem. Slurping was also an issue. As with eating dinner, eating cock should mostly be a quiet affair, the silence punctuated only by the sounds of pleasure emanating from the Master. It was appropriate to slurp in some circumstances, of course, just as a diner is expected to make such noises in an informal setting to show his appreciation of the food. Slave Diane would have to learn to suck silently, and learn when she should perform more audibly. Her tongue also was in need of training; she instinctively knew what it should do, stroking the underside of the cock to press on the dorsal arteries and vein, but didn't know just how it should best be done.

Satisfied with his assessment, Master Devon might have ended the test there. He was fond of the girl, though, and knew it would hurt her to not complete what she had started. Besides, positive reinforcement, even from testing, is an important part of education. And then there was the pleasure that Devon himself would get, the pleasure of an orgasm given by an eager young neophyte, the pleasure of an amateur's joyful, if tentative, performance.

Devon leaned back and relaxed, allowing himself the pleasure, not testing now, but simply experiencing the strokes of her hot tongue, the caress of her lips as they rode up and down his shaft, the irregular and uncontrolled change in pressure as she sucked on the whle of his cock. Even her awkward falls against his groin were enjoyable now. He let himself sigh and moan as well, indulging both himself and his new slave in the pleasurable tones of mouth music. And then he let himself go.

Diane felt the onset of her Master's orgasmic quivering and responded to it with real gusto, bobbing her head up and down ever faster, sucking and releasing in time to her strokes, working as hard as she could to bring her new lord to his release.

Master Devon's back arched and his penis stiffened deep against the back of Diane's throat. His hands took hold of her head, tangling their fingers in her hair aqnd encouraging her to hold still and just let her tongue and her suction complete the act. And then he erupted, spewing jets of his hot semen straight into her throat, gagging her and forcing her to swallow with each ejaculation. As his last drop spurted into his new servant, he pulled her head close to him, affectionately cradling her head in his hands and forcing her to accept his cock right down to the root.

He held her there a moment, and then realeased her, slowly withdrawing his organ from between her lips and allowing her to catch her breath. He left her kneeling before him as he wrote out his assessment and his prescription for improvement on her report form. He only spoke to her when he had cmpleted his evaluation.

"Stand, Slave," he commanded,"You need much work to perfect your oral skills, but I know you have the potential to become an expert at it. You have a love for oral, and a desire to please, that will serve you well."

Devon signalled for Slave Jeannette to come in. "Slave Diane has signed on fully with us," he announced, "Make sure everyone knows her safe word."

"Here is her oral assessment," he continued, Go over it with her, and bring her to the oral station as soon as Mistress Ann and Master Thomas are available. Slave Geneva should be with them; bring her here to finalize her contract after you deliver Slave Diane."

Devon put his arm around Jeannette's waist and drew her next to him. As he slid his hand down her ass, spreading her cheeks and probbing her holes with his fingers, he spoke.

"And as soon as that's done," he reminded her, "we have a 24-hour luncheon date."

The Master let go of Jeannette's bottom and kissed Diane on the forehead once again and sent them on their way while he did up his pants.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Ann - Oral Arts

Had he given her a moment of discussion, or told her quietly what he had planned to do, she could’ve saved him some time and energy, or so she thought as his intent became clear. She never had an orgasm from oral sex before, and hopefully that wasn’t what he was wanting from her now. Though she was rather good at faking it if she had to, luckily the pleasure was there.. just not enough to finish her off.

She made noise though, she always had made lots of noise. Her eyes scanned around the large empty space, mentally flinching a little as the sound would carry rather far. She watched him, as he spoke and as he sank effortlessly to kneel between her spread thighs. He made one hell of an erotic sight, did everyone hired here have to look like sex on legs?

A tingle went through her, instinctively she tightened her hold on the edge of the desk behind her with her left and the right lowered to keep her skirt out of the way. All he wanted Geneva to do was listen, and all she could think about was how to mute herself. Comical really, but the funny of it wasn’t there as her dilated eyes met his over her bare mound. There was something there in his eyes, a knowing of some kind. While she looked on him with a knowledge that while he might make her excited enough to make small noises, she had too many fail before that she knew she wouldn’t lose control.

And so she watched his every move, his hands caressing her and spreading her, to the first contact of his hot mouth on her cool sex. Her entire body warmed instantly with that first caress, appreciatively she smiled as a soft sigh escaped between her slightly parted lips. Shifting just a bit, she spread a little further and tilted upwards towards his questing tongue.

She opened her mouth to say something but halted, he was demonstrating and she the tool, not there to do as she instructed. A bit of a pain in the backside as she had that habit of telling the man exactly what to do, to halt those words she wanted to speak. Instead she clamped her mouth shut and watched his face as he explored her.

Convinced as she was that this would be over soon, she didn’t pay much attention to what he was doing, but what he was making her feel. He wanted Geneva to hear her, so she’d best let her pleasure be heard.. right? A smile came and vanished almost as instantly as his tongue hit a sensitive spot.. And then another, and once more.

Breathing became ragged and quick, she could feel her own juices flowing down from her sex, following the crevice to tease her bottom. Thoughts left her, poise was slowly slipping out the door with her determination to hold still. She always became light headed but it was a bit more than normal, and she literally felt the fine sheen of sweat suddenly pop out all over her body.. is that even possible!?

It was then he decided to push further and attacked her clit. Hot, slick fluid gushed from her, her pussy twitched so deep and hard it stole the breath from her lungs and yet eased up enough for her to utter a muted mewling sound. She had to fight not to lock her thighs around his head and almost slid away from him to escape that raw stab of need. Again she bit down harder to keep from swearing, from telling him what to do. He didn’t need her instructions after all.

Her moans never let up, the gasping and keening only grew louder and longer. She was fighting the good fight though, but the why of it escaped her. She hadn’t instructed him to make her cum, she had no intention of doing so either. But heat poured over her, through and into her, need became more important than remembering something that wasn’t quite as important just now. She gave up her hold on the skirt and threaded her fingers through his hair, cupping his head and pushed closer to him and his torturous mouth. She hadn’t meant to do that, she hadn’t even meant to move against him but that too was happening. Some where in there was the order to control herself, but it too was as muted as her cries were.

Caught off guard completely by the trained Master, she couldn’t stop herself even if she had wanted to. Her nipples ached to be twisted, her hips rotated nonstop as she nearly rubbed her pelvic bone against Thomas’ nose in an effort to fill that throbbing void within her that was weeping nonstop. Minutes into his demonstration, she was gaping and gasping with her head thrown back and jaw slack as her cries filled the room.

And then all was silent.. Except the ragged gasping from her parched throat and that high pitched hum in her ears that seemed to be growing louder with each heavy thud of her heart beating. Limply she released him, a small part of her conscious enough to feel a bit guilty over tugging on his head like that.

Remembering where she was and the purpose that they were there for, she sat herself up right and pushed down her skirt. Running a couple fingers through her hair absently, she noticed the slight tremble in her hands and recognized the weakness in her thighs. Knowing she would need a few moments before she could stand, she didn’t move just yet. She almost moaned aloud again, she could smell herself in the air. That smell of excitement only seemed to help awaken her further, fuel her cravings for more. She had to regain some control over her self, resist that urge to plunge two fingers deep into her kitten and keep going.

Had he made a single sound? She couldn’t recall any, but who would notice over the noise she made. A chuckle escaped, softly sighing at herself, for not paying more attention to Thomas. Never had any male ever been able to do that, and they’d been all over her little kitten like a fucking expedition team! It took only a moment more for her eyes to widen and the knowledge of just how Thomas knew what he was doing, sank in. Their training and these machines, that was how.

Attentively she slid off the desk, bracing against it and testing her legs. Thomas’ arm slid around her, his body pressing closer had her biting her lower lip briefly. She wanted to glare daggers at him for awakening her sex drive and at the same time she wanted to tie him to something and ride him until she was fully finished. Play time, of course, would have to wait…

Devilish man! she thought affectionately.

"Now, girl," he commanded, "you will go through the station again, and Mistress's riding crop will let that firm ass of yours know whenever you've made a noise."

"She's yours again, Mistress,"

She smiled, “Thank you, Master Thomas.” Picking the crop up from the desk, she moved back to where Geneva was kneeling on the pad and took up position to do just that, swat the round flawless bottom should Geneva make a sound.

“When you are ready, Geneva.” A shiver passed over her, the throbbing in her sex had yet to let up. It was going to be a long day today.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Chris

“Oh joy…God… grant me patience..” He felt the end of her cane rap against his lower back, not sadistically, but with just enough force to be clear evidence of her displeasure. Still even with it being a moderate blow his next step staggered. “Less swagger in those hips big boy, you’re not impressing anyone.”

She then followed with equally moderate raps to his chest, stomach, and shoulderblade Commanding him to maintain that perfect posture for her.

"Yes, Mistress," He quickly replied, "Thank you, Mistress, for correcting me."

“Again, walk.” She ordered and walked alongside him watching, observing and judging every movement he made. The cane she held ready in her hands.

Then it was in motion and Chris yelped as it struck just to one side of his kneecap and just below the faint scar from the MCL sugery that ended his Baseball dreams back in his senior year of highschool. However he had ever since been very protective of that knee-partly due to the painful and rather helpless state the injury had put him through and partly due to the visceral knowledge of how fragile a thing a knee truly was. He held back the irrational urge to bend down and sheild it from any further blows from Mistress Rebecca.

If she understood or recognized the significance of that knee to Chris she didn't show it. Mistress Rebecca merely continued her constructively painful criticism as if it were business as usual, “Knees in, smaller steps.”

"Yes Mistress," Chris responded making certain to shorten the gate of his next step. He still tensed as he put the foot down fearing that his effort to correct it still wasn't enough and she'd strike his knee again. No strike came though so he continued with the same smaller gate.

“Circle me, Slave. Don’t swing those arms either.”

"Yes Mistress," He said complying and ceasing the motion of his arms immediately.

“Good.. Good. That is a bit better.” She muttered more to herself, Chris guessed, than for him, so he didn't reply to it. However he did feel pleased that he had made some improvement...to atleast please her a little.

She ordered him to stop and stand before her, “Stand before me and when I tell you to, you will kneel to the floor before me.”

"Yes Mistress," He replied as he stepped forward keeping the posture she wanted and the small gate as best he could. He did wince inwardly knowing the way she'd expect him to kneel. He'd seen Jeannette do it often enough at Master Devon's or Mistress Victoria's command to have an idea of the flowing effortless-looking grace she'd want when he did so for her...only that would put alot of strain on his bum knee. He didn't like kneeling at all. Though when Mistress Rebecca ordered him to he would.

Still he worried that his irrational protectiveness of that knee would hinder the gracefulness she'd want to see from him. (It was irrational after all his knee had been good as new for years now.) Worse it could be a problem that would hinder the sort of gracefulness
the masters would expect from him for as long as he stayed there. The kind of dissapointment, and even frustration it would cause Mistress Rebecca was something that Chris feared.

When the order to kneel came he did his best but he gingerly, slowly, placed the bad knee onto the floor and could not bring himself to place much of any of his weight on it. He knew she'd see it and punishment would come, but he...he just couldn't do that.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Slave Geneva: Oral Arts

Geneva listened intently to the careful observations of Master Thomas. His words were constructive with the intent of moulding and shaping her abilities … without a single trace of humiliation. It motivated her, spurring her on to reach new heights. He was right; she did use her hands to keep herself balanced instead of focussing her energy on her efforts. He did however mention that her poise would be addressed in another class, and Geneva nervously nibbled on her bottom lip as she tried to think of a way to address the problem … coming up short on answers.

A slight blush tinged her cheeks at the mention of the sounds that she had made. He was once again correct. It was however something she had never contemplated before as Geneva made a mental note of the fact. "Now, with Mistress Ann's help, I'll show you something about noise. Keep your eyes closed until we're finished, and just listen," Master Thomas instructed. Geneva remained on her knees and closed her eyes, the rest of her senses immediately reaching out to find the both of them … concentrating.

The first utterance of a sigh fell from Mistress Ann’s lips … an air of anticipation permeating through the room as she could hear Mistress’ body shifting. The incredible scent of her arousal slowly seeped from her body … such a beautiful fragrance. Geneva felt her own body constrict at the soft sound; she had never taken the time to simply enjoy the noise of passion.

She could hear Mistress’ breathing increase at a slow and steady pace, every breath becoming a little shallower, a little more forced. Ann’s pace of breathing slowly increased, racing past her lips and grating against her vocal cords. It added a deliciously tantalising new dimension to Mistress’ experience of Thomas’s talented ministrations.

Without realising, Geneva gripped the railing of station one … tighter … and tighter, her own breathing slowly increasing. She could almost taste the delicious aroma of Mistress Ann’s pleasure that seemed to grow with intensity. The intensity of the scent scaled with the sharp gasps and wonderfully melodic mewling sounds that siphoned into the air … to hang there … and to crash against the walls of the room that echoed Mistress’ ecstasy.

Geneva conjured the wonderfully tempting form of Mistress Ann in her mind and could almost picture the expression of wild abandon on her face. The sounds that fell from her lips were primitively intoxicating … an almost raw base need, sounding in its depth as her voice roiled up and down various octaves. Her beautiful moans and breathless gasps painted a rather colourful … but sensually explicit picture, one that made Geneva’s slick depths quiver with sheer delight.

Mistress Ann’s movements atop the table entered Geneva’s mind, as she sharpened her hearing on the sound, revelling in the response that she could hear in Mistress’ body. Cries erupted from Ann’s lips and grew into a chiming crescendo … before the room was doused in a solemn moment of silence.

Geneva let go of the breath she was holding as a shudder ebbed through her body … it was magnificent. She had never taken the time to appreciate the lovely sounds a woman in ecstasy made … and she never once heard a single sound from Master Thomas. Her mind filled with an almost reverend respect for the man.

She could hear the subtle sounds of clothing being righted and heard Mistress Ann’s laugh fill the room as she sighed. A soft smile tugged at Geneva’s lips … it was clear that Mistress had enjoyed the experience, and Geneva was most pleased with the knowledge.

What an absolutely delightful way of learning something crisp and new! It was bound to be a memory that Geneva would treasure for years to come.

She heard Master’s command for her to attempt station one again, being mindful of the valuable lesson he had imparted. “Yes Master,” she answered in a soft voice as she slowly opened her ice blue depths to focus on the screen in front of her.

“Thank you, Master Thomas,” Mistress’ beautiful voice reached Geneva’s ears as she walked to where Geneva was kneeling. “When you are ready, Geneva,” came the command.

“Yes Mistress,” Geneva said as she took a deep breath and touched the screen, ready to begin her lesson in earnest.

 

[yeishia]

Slave Jeannette

OOC: Removed my post decided ir would be fun to allow this lesson to continue

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Rebecca - Ballet Studio

Her temper spiked, insulted by his implied treatment with mere reactions before her. Flinched and guarding himself as if she would abuse him, managed to insult her more than words could. Disrespectful behavior all around, he couldn’t even be bothered to half-assed kneel before her, as if she wouldn’t notice his lack of respect. She had no time for slaves who lacked trust and commitment.

“Back straight, eyes down, and get that chest out and shoulders back, Slave!” She rapped him again. “Kneel, Slave.” She spoke with less patience than before, knowing full well he could do it but was choosing not to. Her cane lifted, coming down to press a bit on his muscled thigh just above the scar tissue from his surgery. “Poise and balanced, so if I decide to seat myself on your mouth right now, you do not fall over and risk injury to your Mistress.”

“Hands on your thighs, palms up, you are mine are you not? I want those thighs spread a bit more and both knees on my floor in two seconds, Chris.. Or I will punish you.” She stood over him, waiting and watching for compliance. He would be punished regardless, but if he continued to defy her, his punishment will be worse.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Slave Geneva: Oral Arts

The opening graphic played across the screen and Geneva followed once again. This time she was mindful of where she placed her hands and was focusing on not making a sound. The over emphasis of these two aspects had a severe effect on her actual technique. The first red light flashed across the screen.

She dropped her hands to her side and stared at the screen with a frown. You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? Her mind cajoled at her. She took a deep breath and touched the screen again. This time she placed a little more focus into her technique, managing to get a green light but at the expense of a horrible slurping sound that echoed through the room. Geneva’s cheeks stained bright red … she was mortified.

She let her hands drop to her side again, and then stared down at the floor. She was having a full-blown conversation with herself in her head much as a coach would to his team … making short and succinct shouts of encouragement aimed at getting her to do this right. Focus … make no sound … light touches … pressure points … get a green light … go go go!!!

She rolled her shoulders and then lifted her eyes, staring at the screen with determination. The intense concentration that dominated her expression spoke volumes as she touched the screen to start the exercise. Geneva was moving much slower now, each movement carefully thought through and executed. Her balance was still a problem and the occasional sound slipped from the station to echo in the room as an accusing finger to her failure. The crop landed a few times to act as a reminder to focus … to do it right and to achieve the results at the standards that was acceptable to the Vassal Academy … Geneva wanted to exceed them, to be the best she possibly could be.

By the end of the exercise, she sat back and stared at the machine in wonder. The exercise had not gone perfectly, but it was a helluva lot better than it was when she had started this morning.

“Thank you Mistress, Thank you Master,” she said with a worshipping tone in her voice. These two people have devoted their time and the interest in her. She would not have been able to achieve this major feat without them. It was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a start. “I have learnt a great deal,” she said as she returned her gaze to the floor, awaiting her next command.

 

[yeishia]

Slave Jeannette

Jeannette had been polishing the brass with her usual attention to detail giving the chore the love and attention she gave everything she undertook. Glancing at the clock she realized that she was almost due to pick up Slave Diane and escort her to See Master Thomas in Oral Arts after which she would return Slave Geneva to her meeting with Master Devon.

Jeannette was outside of Master Devon’s open doorway with plenty of time to spare. He signaled for her to enter and as she waited quietly he gave her his meticulous instructions, and handed her a copy of slave Diane’s assessment.

To her surprise he put his arm around her waist and drew her to him. Immediately she could feel her body respond to the heat and subtle smell of his. As his hand slid down her back she was already wet as she felt his fingers spreading her bottom and tantalizing each orifice that his wicked fingers encountered. Outside she looked calm and serene as always with only perhaps a faint pink sheen to the smooth cheeks of her lovely face to betray her inner turmoil!

."And as soon as that's done," he reminded her, "we have a 24-hour luncheon date."

At his words a teasing glint came into her eyes as she squeezed on his probing fingers with the muscles of her cunt holding them prisoner for a millisecond before she relaxed and he withdrew them. “I am at your disposal as always my Master,” she softly breathed into his ear. 24 hours, what a rare treat! It was supremely hard for her to keep the big grin that was bubbling up inside of her firmly off her face.

Gathering up a very flushed Slave Diane and tossing her a friendly grin, she took her into the adjoining area, before going over her assessment with her. Later as they walked to the Oral Arts Jeannette tried to put her companion at ease, “When you get to Oral Arts try to have fun and relax, remember forget they are machines, pretend they are very real.”

She paused for a second and took Slave Diane’s chin in her hand; gazing into her eyes she brought her mouth within a hairs breath of Diane’s. She traced her full lips with the tip of her tongue and teased her bottom lip by pulling it into her mouth and giving an evocative nip to its sensitive flesh. Releasing her she whispered, “Pretend Station One is me, that it is my swollen vulva under your sexy lips, begging for your attention.”Resuming their journey she continued giggling, “You should have no problem visualizing that Station 2 is Master Devon.”

Reaching the Oral Arts room she put her finger to her lips and quietly escorted Diane through the doors and sank gracefully to her knees indicating that Diane should do the same.

They were just in time to see Slave Geneva finish up Station One. Her “Thank you Mistress, Thank you Master,” sounded heartfelt and sincere!

Master Thomas approached them both and indicated she should speak.

In a low voice so as not to disturb the lesson in progress, Jeannette explained, “This is Slave Diane, she has one week to become proficient in the Oral Arts!” She handed him Devon’s assessment. “This will explain all Sir! I am to bring Slave Geneva to him as soon as her lesson is over to go over her contracts.”

Jeannette glanced at the clock which showed her that she had less than 10 minutes to complete her task! The last thing Jeannette wanted was to be late and loose her well earned reward!

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Master Thomas couldn't help but stare at Jeannette as she entered the Oral Arts room; never had he seen a slave so joyous in her nudity. He knew she loved being naked, and her body showed her pleasure with itself in every move she made. And when she knelt! God, he'd have loved to step up to her for a demonstration of what should be done at station 2. But it was time for business, now, and he addressed his colleague.

"If you are finished with Slave Geneva, Mistress Ann," he said, "she may go with Slave Jeannette." Then he turned to Slave Diane.

"You must remember to cast your eyes downward, girl," he said, emphasizing his point with a sharp little slap on her cheek. He watched her face turn scarlet from the blow and wondered if her ass would redden as sweetly to the touch of a crop.

"So, then," he continued, "you're the new girl, the one who'll settle our little wager. With only a week, we'll have to work on the most relevant points first. Now let's get a good look at you."

He handed Master Devon's report to Ann, and then Master Thomas did just that, thoroughly inspecting her with his eyes, and with his hands, as he circled her. His fingers coursed over her face, lingering to explore the texture of her lips before gliding over her breasts. He twisted and tugged at her nipples to test their size and firmness and ran his palm over her abdomen to bring his hand between her legs. His fingers tested her labia, now, as well as the size of her entrance and the sensitivity of her clitoris. Around her back, then, and his fingers laced through her hair and glided over her shoulder blades. Down to her ass, now, and his fingers spread her cheeks to probe her tiny pucker. Back in front, he had her lift one leg and then the other to see their form and her sense of balance. Satisfied, he turned back to his partner in Oral Arts.

"Would you care to inspect the girl, as well, Mistress?," he asked, adding, "And lead her through station 2."

The Master backed up two steps to let the apprentice Mistress take charge and discover more of her own dominant nature.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Ann

"Yes, I am done with this slave.. For now. Tomorrow, you will work on controlling yourself better I trust?" A smile threatened but didn't actually blossom on Ann's face. Geneva just couldn't seem to help herself and if punished for her wrong doings, she became further aroused from Ann's observation.

Turning her full attention to the newest arrival, she watched as Thomas inspected Diane thoroughly and step back to offer her free reign.

"Thank you, Master Thomas." Stepping up to Diane, she circled much like Thomas had done but did not touch. Standing behind Diane, Ann sank into a squat behind her, eyes level with the slave's firm bottom. Appreciating the lovely view of her vulva lightly peeking out between one nice peach shaped bottom.

"Open your stance, Slave." Watching as the girl did as instructed, saying nothing more. Her crop journeyed over ankle and calf, tickled behind the knee and slid easily up inner thigh. The lightest of touch, but strayed just shy of contact with the vulva and quickly was gone from Diane's skin.

Standing back up, Ann finished her circuit of Diane, halting before the girl nearly breast to breast. She noted the lovely rose tint to Diane's skin, wondering if it were embarrassment or arousal. It mattered little either way, but it was a good tell tale sign.

Again Ann sank to her haunches, eyes looking over every inch of skin as she went. Curve of breast, the tone of her muscle beneath satin skin looked inviting. No sign of abuse, neglect nor drug use... Old habits die hard. The crop tip danced along rib and hip before pulling away from Diane's skin completely.

"Not too bad.. A lovely play thing If I must say so.." Her eyes fell to the slightly puffed folds of her sex, the scent and dampness shimmering in the lights tattled on poor Diane, "Provided she learns quickly." Smoothly, Ann stood back up, "Follow me."

Ann stopped her at 'station 2', turning back to Diane, "It's fairly simple. This cock responds as any cock would to you. If you do it right, you will be given a green light and further instructions. If not, you will get red lights and reinstructed to repeat the last command. Too many red lights and you'll fail the station." Ann turned her attention from the machine to Diane.

Tone lightening up, Ann smiled in sympathy as this even to her didn't look all that appealing compared to the real thing. "Just relax yourself, think of it as your master. Think about how much you wish to please him." Ann moved closer, her eyes on Diane's mouth. "You have a mouth any master or mistress would enjoy.. Keep that in mind." Ann finished explaining where to kneel and how to start the machine, then stepped back to stand behind Diane.

 

[yeishia]

Dismissed by Master Thomas, Jeannette rose to her feet in one fluid motion her eyes smiling eager to be off.

Gathering up Slave Geneva she bade her follow and scooted her directly down to Master Devon's office to complete her contracts. There wasn't much time for conversation and any way Geneva seemed totally lost in thought as she walked eyes, downcast beside her!

Outside of Master Devon's Office she told her to kneel, and knocked on his door, and informed him of Slave Geneva's arrival

"Wait here Master Devon will be with you shortly, if there is time I will show you your permanent room before you head off to lunch," she told her smiling.

Jeannette had no more chores and was wondering if she would have time for a quick shower before she returned for her luncheon date with Master Devon?

Taking a chance she went off to shower using the scented soap he favored and with in 15 minutes she was in his outer sanctum taking care of some filing while she waited.

Engrossed in her task she was softly humming while she worked!

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“On your feet, girl!” Master Devon ordered as he opened the door and found Slave Geneva kneeling where Jeannette had left her.

“Stand at attention, slave!,” he added, remembering her military past. “Enter and approach the desk.”

Once Geneva was in front of his desk he circled her, taking good stock of her form. He caught her scent as well, musky, and he knew she had been well aroused in Oral Arts.

“Stand at ease,” was his next command, and he voiced it softly, her performance requiring no strident words to ensure compliance.

He handed her the standard contract and waited for her to finish reading the details.

“If you accept, sign and record your safe word,” he said; “you know the terms.”

When she had written both her word and her name, he assigned her to her housekeeping duties.

“I’m sure you’re familiar with the kitchen in an armory,” he began, “It works the same here. Get your room assignment from Slave Jeannette and then report to Cook for your duties. Welcome to the Academy, Slave Geneva.”

Master Devon called the Head Slave in from her filing. “Slave Jeannette, take the new girl to her room, and then she is to report to Cook for KP. Then bring yourself back here for lunch.”

He had already arranged the menu with Cook, and had arranged also that Slave Geneva serve the meal.

 

[yeishia]

As Jeannette took Geneva to her room she was unusually quiet, preoccupied with thoughts of what the next 24 hours would bring.

"Here is slave sleeping room three it will be yours during your stay here, and once you have completed your training it will have a plaque beside it as mine does. Mine says Head Slave Jeannette ,” she told her proudly. "Chris is in room One and Diane is in room two so you will not be alone on this floor!"

The door was open, and inside was a futon pad and a chain hanging from the wall. Jeannette explained, as she had done with slave Diane before "The chains are in case you act up or need to be restrained. They have a red cord attached here." Jeannette pointed. "That's an emergency release. Unless the house is on fire, pulling that cord is the same as safe word. You're leaving if you do."

"If you work very hard you may earn a blanket," she confided to her. As they made to leave she stopped once more, and turned to Geneva. “Oh that reminds me, the door to the sleeping room is supposed to be open unless Master orders it closed.”

Smiling she lead her to the kitchen to meet Cook Jean, “This is Slave Geneva.” With a peck on the old chef’s cheek she waved good bye and in a whirlwind she was gone, to arrive in Master Devon’s office only minutes later.

She arrived silently and sank into a kneeling position. Her legs were wildly spread, her back arched, breasts held proudly and her eyes demurely cast downwards as she awaited her Masters pleasure!

Jeannette made not a sound as she waited, she may have looked like a living breathing statue , but she was very aware of her Master, his position , his mood, his every nuance; this was the man she loved and had sworn to serve until He desired her service no longer…..

 

[scarletnym]

Slave Diane

She tried to remember Slave Jeannette’s words as she followed her to Oral Arts, have fun and relax…pretend they are real. She was nervous and hoped that it wouldn’t take her too terribly long to learn, she had just a week to win this bet for her new Master. Jeannette’s teasing tongue and soft whispered made her shiver, images flashing through her mind, bringing her cheeks a soft pink once more.

Sinking down to her knees next to Jeannette, she listened quietly as she was introduced to Master Thomas, watching as he took in Jeannette’s kneeling form. She gasped as his hand struck her cheek, feeling the heat flare through her pale skin. Her eyes immediately dropped as he continued, hoping she would not mess up again. She felt his eyes roaming her soft curves, hands sliding over her silky skin. Her lips parted as his fingers grazed by, sighing softly as he tugged at her large pink nipples.

Her body had always been thin with feminine curves, a flat stomach and tight bottom. She bit her lip as his fingers slid over sex but couldn’t help the soft moan when he touched her sensitive clit. Every touch from Master Thomas sent a shock of heat to her pussy, so long it had been. Standing she lifted her legs as he commanded. Seeing he was satisfied her eyes turned to the Mistress as she waited, nervously for her inspection.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Chris

“Back straight, eyes down, and get that chest out and shoulders back, Slave!” She demanded as the cane rapped against his flesh again.

"Yes, Mistress," He snapped knowing well he deserved the pain, "Thank you Mistress." What hurt worse was the insulted tone she had to the commands. He had dissapointed her and part of him wanted to weep from that knowledge. He immediately did as she ordered. Back straight, eyes down, chest out, and shoulders back.

"Kneel slave," She ordered him. Wanting Chris to shift his weight so it was evenly dispersed on both knees. Chris tried but slowly wincing at the pain that he couldn't convince himself would not come from putting his weight on the bad knee.

As incentive Mistress Rebecca pressed cane's end down onto the top of his thigh just above where the faint scar began its descent down the outside of the knee. “Poise and balanced, so if I decide to seat myself on your mouth right now, you do not fall over and risk injury to your Mistress.”

"It's only psychological, Mistress Rebecca knows that," Chris thought to himself, "She's a dancer, a ballet instructor, Chris, She's probably seen hundreds of bad knees or worse ones than yours. If she thinks you can kneel on that knee...you can...now obey her!"

He took a deep breath to steel himself and pressed his knee to the floor and tensing slightly as his weight shifted to be evenly distributed on both knees.

“Hands on your thighs, palms up," She commanded, and Chris obeyed quickly.

"You are mine are you not?"

"I am yours, Mistress," He wasn't sure if that was a question she wanted him to answer or just rhetorical, but that was one thing Chris would be quick to obey on. The truth was he did not want to belong to himself, but to her, or Mistress Ann, or Mistress Victoria, Even to Master Devon, or Master Thomas. He belonged here, the vassal academy. Nowhere else could he improve to be the slave he wanted to be. The type of slave Mistress Rebecca would be pleased with.

"I want those thighs spread a bit more and both knees on my floor in two seconds, Chris.. Or I will punish you.”

He swallowed against another irrational fear for his poor knee before marshaling his courage to do as she commanded. Not afraid of the punishment...he deserved one anyway for displeasing her to begin with and a harsh one for causing her to feel insulted by his shortcomings as her slave.

 

[Chgris]

Master Thomas

Thomas led Diane to Station One, and knelt next to her, demonstrating how to start the simulation. "It's easy, Slave," he offered. "You know what makes you feel good, what you enjoy having done to you. Do that to the machine, and follow the prompts. I'm certain you'll get through it quickly, and then we can get you to work on Station Two." He indicated the next station over, with it's small cock.

"Master Andre and Master Devon both say that you take pleasure in Oral, but need to be a bit more polished. Show me what you can do, Slave. Be a good girl and think of the stations as Mistress and Master. Bring them pleasure with your mouth."

He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Master Andre asked me to tell him once you had passed Station Two. He wouldn't say why, but he was most insistent." He stood, and reset the machine. "Now prove to me what Master Andre saw in you, Slave. Prove him right, and learn how to improve your Oral Arts skills."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Rebecca / Ann

"Again. Stand up, and then kneel back down here just as I showed you." Neutral tones, she watched him like a hawk. Every muscle stretch, limb turn and awkward movement due to bulk that he made.

"Again." She ordered as soon as he had reached his kneeling position once again. She watched his expression and the determination in his eyes as well as a sense of defeat he had with him when he came in the door. Yet she made no comment as she watched him stand and kneel for the third time.

"Again, Slave." She moved behind him, noting that he wasn't using his full body to move but only a few muscles in his legs. He would do better once stretched, and instructed a bit more.

"Enough." Hand pressing to his shoulder to keep him in place, she once more walked around him. "You're not a complete and total loss, luckily. However you're going to take allot of work, and I am sure you will do all I tell you too without complaint." Her lips twisted in a little smirk as she patted his cheek.

"You're out of time for today and have duties to see to but you best come tomorrow ready to please me and sweat. I won't be lenient the second day Chris. When I tell you to do something, you will do it immediately... Is that understood?" She nodded at his affirmation before he even spoke it. After all, he either agreed or he left permanently.

"You have a few minutes before your chores, you should go see to any personal issues you might have before going." She dropped the cane back into the umbrella stand in the corner and grabbed up a water bottle. Standing facing the mirrored wall, she watched him yet again. She could teach him to move with grace and poise, to be seen and unheard and that living work of visual art. It was just going to take a bit of work to get him to let go of his mental handicap.

Down the hallway in Oral Arts, Ann found a seat and watched as Thomas took charge of Diane's lesson.

 

[scarletnym]

Slave Diane

Trembling just a bit as she kneels down in front of the station, she wants so badly to do well. She watches as her starts the odd machine, her eyes glued to the life-like model in front of her. Her eyes flick to Master Thomas' as he points out the next station, feeling the flush rise up her bare skin.

Her face blazes red at the mention of the two Masters. She knows she wants to please her new Masters/Mistress' and that she truly does enjoy giving pleasure. The sounds, the movements all give her joy and the tastes and sensations she feels are incredible.

Shivering at his warm breath she feels her stomach clench, wondering just what Master Andre had in mind. "Yes, Master Thomas." She looks back at the realistic pussy before her, determined to make them all proud. Her hands rest on her thighs as she leans in closer, her legs spreading just a bit to give her room.

Her tongue slides out, running from bottom to top, flicking the clit at the end, before dropping down to do it again. She hears the machine telling her to lick a bit harder and adjusts, getting her first green light. Her mouth begins to work over the soft lips, pulling them in, sucking and licking. Slipping her tongue inside, she swirls around before beginning to move in and out, faster. Moving back up she latches on to the hard clit, her teeth gripping the end as her tongue flicks fast over and over until she hears the sound of completion.

Sitting back, she wipes her hand across her mouth and looks up at Master Thomas. Panting just a little she blushes at her obvious pleasure in what she has just done, feeling a small drop of fluid slip from her sex.

 

[Chgris]

Master Thomas stood to the side and watched as the newest Slave in Training began on Station One. All the slaves had trouble the first time, and he expected the same from her. Yes, both Master Devon and Master Andre had expressed admiration for her obvious enjoyment at giving oral satisfaction, but he had yet to see ant slave able to think of the training stations as anything other than an odd machine the first time through. And that thought always caused problems.

So it was with a good deal of astonishment that he saw her place her hands on her thighs and proceed to actually love the station with her mouth. Enjoyment wasn't even close to the joy Slave Diane was showing in using her lips and tongue on the lifelike pussy. She was truly treating it as a real woman, doing her utmost to bring pleasure, and actually enjoying it. The sound of 'Task Complete' brought him out of his astonished stare, and he quickly schooled his face to show nothing but mild approval for a job well done. He opened his mouth to acknowledge her accomplishment, then snapped it shut again as he saw the wetness between her widespread knees, and the drop of juice actually dripping from her.

"It appears Andre was correct," he thought to himself. "Not just enjoyment, but she actually became aroused from the act."

To Diane, he merely nodded, stepping to her side. "Well done, Slave. If you continue in this manner you will certainly prove that what Masters Andre and Devon saw in their evaluations of you was correct." He indicated the next station over. "Now, let us see what you can do with Station Two." He waited until she had moved over to the next station, then put a hand on her shoulder. "One second, slave. Before you start the next station," he used his finger to wipe up the drop of her essence from the floor. He wiped it over her upper lip. "If you drip anymore on the floor, you clean it up, Slave." He indicated the station. "Now go ahead, let's see what you can do."