The Vassal Academy. IC Thread. Closed.

[Tio_Narratore]

Master Devon


As he waited for Jeannette’s return, Master Devon readied the office for the luncheon, a treat for his favourite inspired by a similar reward his Mistress had given him when he had been a favourite slave. He had already brought the table, a low one, rising only six inches from the floor, and now he set it in the middle of the room. It was of Japanese design, about four-foot square, the top mostly an irregular surface of intricate iron work tracing out all manners of flowers, stems and vines. In some spots it was as smooth as the petals it copied; in others, sharp thorns of iron and ragged-edged leaves presented a more formidable surface. In its centre was a glossy black-lacquered rectangle, its narrow edges close to the edges of the table and its broad sides set back a foot and a half. The Master unrolled a bamboo mat the width of the table and placed it on the floor opposite a long side of the lacquered centre. An identical mat soon faced the other side of the table. In the centre, just towards the his right, he carefully placed one pair of lacquered eating sticks on a porcelain rest.

Jeannette arrived, and her Master gazed on her naked beauty for a long time, savouring the thought of her impending delights in pain and pleasure at their luncheon. He picked up a long, stout bamboo pole and some lengths of hemp rope he had brought for her treat as he directed her to stand facing the table, her toes just barely touching the edge of the floor mat.

Devon stood behind Jeannette and placed an end of the pole on the floor, sliding it between her feet. Pushing first to her right and then her left, he spread her legs as far apart as would still allow her to stand.

“Hands back, Slave Jeannette,” he said firmly but tenderly, “you must be prepared for the meal.”

With her hands extended behind her, the Master centered the pole in the crook of her elbows and looped a length of rope around them. He drew on the loop, pulling her elbows together and stretching each shoulder joint to its limit. A few more loops and knots, and her arms were fixed in place.

“Kneel, girl,” he ordered as he pushed down on the pole, and he looked on in near amazement as she, even in this awkward position, lowered herself slowly and gracefully to kneel on the bamboo mat.

He knelt behind her now, and tied off each ankle tightly to the bamboo pole, ensuring her legs would not shift in any way, voluntarily or by accident. Rising, he walked around the table and knelt, lowering himself ceremoniously in his black swordsman clothes until he, too sat for the meal.

A clap of his hands, and the door swung quietly open. Geneva entered, her hair done up in a tight bun fixed with long ivory pins and her body naked save for a crimson obi around her waist, its ceremonial bow tied up at the small of her back. She stood straight as she walked in half steps towards the table, bearing a tray of diverse foods - sushis and meats, vegetables and sauces, and a bowl of steamed rice. When she reached the table, she knelt, taking her position at its edge to the right of Master Devon and setting her tray down in front of her.

The Master smiled at her and said “Very good, Slave Geneva , I knew a soldier like yourself could carry out Cook’s orders to the tee. Now you may begin serving.

Geneva placed some rice and some morsels of each of the dishes directly on the lacquered centre, spreading them evenly from Devon’s right to his left, and then sat back on her heels.

Master Devon raised his chopsticks and plucked a small piece of raw fish from the table, placing it slowly and ritually between his lips. When he had swallowed it, he looked towards Jeannette. “You may eat now, Slave,” and sat back on his heels.

He watched delighted as Jeannette leaned forward gracefully, despite her bindings, to take a morsel directly with her lips. Her breasts swung forward as she leaned over and swung pendulously beneath her chest. As her mouth approached the food, her nipples grazed the ironwork surface, gliding over the smooth cold petals of a metallic rose. But as she continued, her breasts fell more heavily on the table and dragged roughly over leaves and thorns. She sat up to eat her delectable morsel, and Devon admired her now-stiffened nipples and the red streaks across areolae and paler flesh. A small drop of fluid, as crimson as Geneva’s obi, swelled up at the end of one of the thin red lines.

Devon ate again, and then Jeannette, each time moving further along the black centre of the table, each time drawing her breasts across a new iron surface. When the food was consumed, Devon motioned to Slave Geneva, and she served two small cups of hot green tea. Devon bowed forward and took his cup, raising it as if in a ritual to his lips. Jeannette bowed forward once again to sip the liquid as the cup lay on the table.

The meal completed, Master Devon signaled for the server to clear the table and depart.

“I do hope you enjoyed our little lunch, Slave Jeannette,” he said as he rose and began to doff his robe and slacks. Naked, he walked behind Jeannette, and seized her by the hair, dragging her away from the table and throwing her onto her back. As she lay there, still bound, her knees up in the air and spread wide, he knelt to sit on his heels in front of her...

 

[yeishia]

Jeannette

Jeannette stood inside the room standing proud and tall gazing at his preparations from beneath her lashes. She could feel her Master's heated gaze as it stroked along every fiber of her naked form. Time seemed to stand still as she took in every minute detail of the exquisite scene laid out before her; simple evocative, perfect!

This slave was totally in tune with the Master who stood before her, the one who had captured her heart, for they were practiced lovers; recently shared alone time had become a rarity in her busy world and so she was very excited by the prospect today!

The tableau was Japanese of this she was certain, but Jeannette suspected her reward was to be something she had not experienced at her Master’s hands before. She waited quietly in anticipation of what was to come, trying to still her racing heart.

She watched as he picked up the bamboo pole and lengths of hemp, her eyes widened as she had a glimpse of what was might be in store for her. With a simple direction of his fingers, she moved to stand her toes barely grazing the edges of the bamboo mat, its roughness a tease against her sensitive toes.

As he moved to stand behind her she could feel the heat emancipating from his strong and virile body as he bent to place the pole between her legs using it to widen her stance. Jeannette had to concentrate for in reality she could open herself very wide and remain standing but realized that was not what was required of her in that moment. “Hands back, Slave Jeannette, you must be prepared for the meal.” his words were a caress across her heightened senses!

She felt the coolness of the pole as he placed it in the crook of her elbows and the tension in her shoulders increase as he started to bind the bamboo in its place. The rhythmic weaving and twisting of the rope in her Masters capable hands lulled her as he wrapped the pole in place, it becoming an extension of her own limbs. Jeannette adored it when her Master indulged her love of Shibari....being tied in such a ritualistic manner she could feel herself being lured by the call of subspace as he worked, the ebb and flow of the ropes working their magic as they touched and scratched her fevered skin.

Today however it was to be a means to an end and she forced herself to remain firmly in the moment as he told her to kneel on the bamboo mat before her. Jeannette sank slowly, maintaining her posture all the while until she finally came to rest, her rounded bottom between her wide spread knees.

A small tremor passed through her slight frame as he knelt to complete the ritual; the connecting of her ankles to the bamboo pole. Jeannette was in heaven her pale skin slightly flushed, although none but her Master would perceive the slight elevation in her breathing. She knelt like some pagan Goddess waiting to be adorned, the only splash of pure color on her alabaster frame her brilliant emerald eyes and her rosy tipped nipples which stood out proud and free from her luscious breasts; a true testament as to the level of her arousal.


Her attention zeroed in on her Master as looking resplendent in his black swordsman’s clothing he finally sat down opposite her. She was so focused she barely registered the other who arrived to serve their meal and so it was like potent magic when the food appeared before them each morsel placed in tandem across the black lacquered surface of the inner rectangle.


Jeannette watched mesmerized by her Master as he slowly raised his chopsticks, it was as if he had speared a small piece of the slave herself as he devoured the morsel; she saw herself disappear within his sensual mouth to dissolve and become one with him. She shuddered with delight as perception became reality in her minds eye.

“You may eat now, Slave,” he sat back on his heels his eyes never leaving hers.

Her subsequent actions required no script they were dictated solely by the props surrounding her. She leaned forward elongating her neck toward a small ball of rice. As she descended to delicately catch it between her tiny teeth she received her first surprise, as her breasts came into contact with the intricately woven surface of the table! She didn’t hesitate as the she felt the deadly iron caressing her skin exacting a toll, exquisite pain turned pleasure that she struggled to control her instinctive reaction too; it wouldnt do to stain the lovely bamboo mat on which she knelt!

She plucked her morsel and fluidly returned to her original position. She held it delicately between her teeth gazing at her Master before she allowed it to slip from sight; rolling one full lip atop the other as it disappeared, her tongue a tiny tease visible only for a moment. Returning to her seating position was an excruciating mix of erotic pleasure as her hot vulva came, in contact with the cold unforgiving smoothness of the bamboo mat beneath her causing her to rise up a fraction, cold merging with heat, as pain was merging with her pleasure!

As the meal continued, the task became more difficult as she had to stretch further to consume each delicate morsel, eventually raising her bottom fully off the mat and sucking in her belly as she leaned across the table. As the tormenting of her breasts became more devilish, so did her the pinnacle of her pleasure increase!

Jeannette watched her Master avidly, adoration shining in her luminous eyes as she took each small offering from the lacquered table. The sensual tension surrounding them was an almost palatable entity. Her Master was painting her form as surely as if her held the brush between his fingertips; as each new streak appeared to adorn her body, as each new sensation wrapped around flesh, her she felt as if she were a living sculpture. The undisguised emotion in her Master's eyes told her that he was pleased with that which he had created!

As the ritual concluded and her eyes locked with his once more and she took the final sip of the fragrant tea, Jeannette had never felt so loved or so desired! She would remember this reward as one of the most evocative and erotic pleasures that she had ever experienced at her Master's hands!

“I do hope you enjoyed our little lunch, Slave Jeannette,” he said as he rose and began to doff his robe and slacks. Licking her lips she watched him, her eyes widely dilated, unable to utter a single word!

During the meal the only sounds that had been heard were the subtle changes in her breathing and the hammering of her own frantic heart beat! When Devon dragged her by her hair and threw her on the floor she finally began to moan out her pleasure, the sound low and raw, pure animalistic need; the pretensions of her civilization stripped away as she lay there, still bound, her knees up in the air and spread wide…..panting, vulnerable and eager for his pleasure, almost feral in her need for him.... the Master of her very soul!

 

[DarkEmpress]

The signing of the contract with Master Devon and Jeannette’s tour of her room happened in a blur. She found herself in the kitchen, her azure eyes following an odd-looking character that bustled around the tiled surface humming to himself. He was not too tall, had dark hair and dark eyes in addition to a quaint moustache that seemed to complete the picture.

“Aaah, a new slave!” He proclaimed in a heavy French accent. “And who might you be, Ma Cher?” he asked as he slowly circled around her.
“Geneva, Master,” she said softly as her eyes drifted to the floor, awaiting his command.

Chef Jean came to a standstill behind her, his eyes appreciatively roaming across Geneva’s flesh. She could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in, his lips a hair’s breadth from the nape of her neck. “Do you know how to cook?” he whispered, his breath playing across the tender flesh of her neck.
“Yes Master,” she breathed as her entire body erupted in gooseflesh, her eyes fluttering shut.

“That remains to be seen, Ma Cher,” he announced as he set her to work. He was painstakingly particular about the way he wanted everything done. It was - after all - a very special request from Master Devon himself. Chef Jean was vigilantly guiding Geneva in the development of her Japanese food preparation skills … with the help of a few stinging slaps to her derriere, of course. His frivolous and charming flair for culinary ‘perfection’ made Geneva’s breathing perceptibly quicken, her eyes more glazed … her attention more prone to … wander.

Once the delicious variety of food was displayed on a tray … to absolute perfection, Chef Jean proceeded to dress Geneva. He made her kneel and sit on her heels, as his hands sensually brushed through her hair. Kneeling behind her, he pulled her hair tight, wrenching a gasp from her parted lips as he brushed his lips along the exposed curve of her neck. Swirling her raven silken strands into a tight bun at the back of her head, he made use of two elegant ivory chopsticks to secure her hair in place.

He ceremoniously lowered a blood red obi around her waist, meticulously fastening it around her. Geneva kept her back straight as the process very much reminded her of a corset being singed in place … restricting her breathing, accentuating her breasts and highlighting her narrow waist.

“Stand for me, Ma Cher,” Chef Jean commanded as Geneva slowly and as elegantly as she possibly could, pushed herself up from the floor. Standing with her eyes lowered to the floor, Chef Jean slowly inspected his work with a critical eye, re-adjusting her posture to fit the attire.

By the time Geneva was delivered to Master Devon’s office she was breathless, her body aroused and her mind tantalised. She heard the clap of Master Devon’s hands, which cued her entrance. Chef Jean pushed the door open and then waited for her to enter before he pulled the door closed behind Geneva. Her entire demeanour reflected that of a humble servant girl. She was however, not prepared for the sight that greeted her …

Master Devon was dressed in a black Japanese swordsman outfit that made his shoulders seem broader than they already were, his entire being ensconced in a silent and reverberating power that was artfully contained … the expression resting on his features … absolutely mesmerising, as he focussed his gaze on … Jeannette.

Geneva gasped … she had never in her entire life, seen anything so exquisite. She nearly dropped the tray as her eyes roamed across Jeannette’s form, bound in a most erotic pose that accentuated every inch of her flawless alabaster form … speaking volumes of Master Devon’s skill and ability. Jeannette was elegant, poised and meltingly beautiful even when restrained.

Geneva took small measured steps to the edge of the table, elegantly sinking into a kneeling position to the right of Master Devon before setting the tray down. Each bite size Japanese culinary masterpiece was displayed to its full advantage atop a black tray that matched the table. “Very good, Slave Geneva. I knew a soldier like yourself could carry out Cook’s orders to the tee. Now you may begin serving,” Master Devon said.

Geneva nodded her head as she artfully snapped up a set of lacquered eating sticks and started setting out the food on the smoothed centre of the table. Once done she sat very quietly, her eyes respectfully lowered to the floor … her hands folded in her lap. She could not help but steal glances at Jeannette as she leaned in to retrieve her food. Geneva bit down on her bottom lip, deliciously sinful shudders of pleasure travelling up her spine as she watched the provocatively sensual scene unfold. She could hear Jeannette’s breathing quicken … imagine her sensory overload … smell her arousal as it permeated through the room.

Master Devon motioned, and Geneva set out two porcelain cups filled with fragrant green tea laced with a dash of Jasmine. She licked her lips as Jeanette leaned in to drink from the small cup … finding it increasingly harder to contain herself.

The meal was finalised, Master Devon signalled for her to clear the table, which Geneva did as quickly and as fervently as she could. Once the tray was laden with the remaining food, Geneva gracefully pushed herself up to her feet and quietly left. She leaned against the closed door for a moment trying to grab a hold of her senses. Her body was shaking … teetering dangerously on the edge of ecstasy as her breath rushed past her lips.

She walked past the kitchen and left the tray on the counter, knowing that Chef Jean would probably not approve … she was desperate. She knew she was not allowed to masturbate … but she needed a release … so badly! Geneva could not trust herself.

Making her way down the hallway to oral arts, she pushed the door open slightly. Geneva did not want to draw any more attention to herself than she absolutely needed to. As quietly as she possibly could, she stood in the doorway watching Diane’s lesson with Master Thomas for a moment … which did not help in the least to lessen her predicament.

“Mistress Ann,” she whispered trying to get her attention. “I need help, please Mistress … restrain me … anything. Please!” She said in a panicked voice.

 

[scarletnym]

Slave Diane

Diane beamed, so happy that she had pleased her Master. She had never before felt such joy over finishing even the smallest task. Her eyes focused on the next station and was immediately nervous. All the cruel words and taunts her old Master had said to her, flashed through her mind.

Slowly she crawled to the next station, positioning herself on her knees before it, hands resting on her thighs. She took a deep breath and started to lean forward when Master Thomas' hand on her shoulder stopped her. "One second, slave. Before you start the next station" Turning her head, she saw him wipe something up off the floor and come over to her. She froze as he wiped something wet across her upper lip. Her eyes grew wide as she looked up at his, confusion plain on her face.

"If you drip anymore on the floor, you clean it up, Slave." Taking a deep breath she could smell her essence on her lip. Her face blushed a deep red, realizing now that it was her juices on the floor and now on her lip. She had gotten so engrossed in what she was doing, almost forgetting she was pleasing a machine.

Hearing his command she reached her shaking hand up to the machine. Touching the screen she leaned forward, her mouth closing over the small penis. She began to suck gently, sounds of her actions echoing loud. Immediately the red light flashed, her stomach sinking as she realized how difficult this was going to be. Taking a deep breath she touched the screen again. She tried to suck quietly, moving her head over the small machine.

Finally she was a little quieter but the machine flashed red, lack of pressure this time. She was slowly becoming discouraged, the words of her old Master, flashing through her mind. Turning her head, her eyes met Master Thomas' before dropping once more. She touched the screen again, trying a little harder this time, able to make it a few minutes more before another red light, not enough tongue.

 

[Chgris]

Master Thomas

(double posted somehow)

 

[Chgris]

Master Thomas

Master Thomas watched as Diane became more and more frustrated. It was obvious what the issue was to him. She was hearing the criticism of the fool who had denigrated her skills before. He watched as she tried again, and again, her conscious mind interfered with a task that he knew she could do in her sleep.

He reached out a hand, laying it on her shoulder. "Slave, stop." He waited for her to do as he bid, noticing that in her frustration, she was losing her arousal. It was plain the she didn't want to fail, and that she loved giving oral pleasure, the problem was the desire to please was making her try to hard, and remember past failures.

He thought for a moment, understanding or harsh? Finally, understanding won out. Try it first. If she needed harsh, he could always fall back on it. He remembered her flare of desire at the mention of Andre, and that gave him the clue he thought he might need.

He took her chin in his fingers, turning her head to force her to meet his gaze. "Slave, why are you doing this to yourself? You have the necessary skill, but you are sabotaging yourself. As soon as you see a red light, you panic, and lose all thought of your technique."

"You are better than this. You know you are. I know you are. Master Devon knows you are." He leaned forward. "And Master Andre swears that you are." He gestured at the small fake cock. "Look at that! It's barely half Master Andre, and he swears you have better oral arts potential than any he as seen! And he is one of the advanced trainers, Diane."

He shook her head in his fingers. "Are you telling me that the person who told you that you were useless, the one who called you untrainable knows more than Master Andre? That Master Andre and Master Devon are both wrong? Shall I go get Master Andre, and let you tell him to his face that you think he is wrong? That he was mistaken about how good you were that night?"

When he saw her shake her head, her eyes widening, he knew he had her. "Then prove it girl. Don't let some red light distract you. Let it guide you. You know what to do. Just stop thinking! Relax the way you did at Station 1. Don't think of it as that idiot from before. Think of it as Master, and love it with your mouth.

 

[yeishia]

Mistress Victoria/Dominique

After arriving back at the academy a dissatisfied Mistress Victoria had stomped off to her suite of rooms. She had arrived prepared to stay longer only to realize that she wasn’t needed; and there was nothing more she hated than being a fifth wheel. Devon had things well under control even to the point of his having found a potential replacement in Mistress Ann, when as ultimately he would, he would be required to set up shop in yet another location.

Victoria had recommended this project to the committee and was confident that her faith in Devon had not been misplaced. If this project was successful and it seemed that it would be, they planned to establish training schools around the world. Victoria loved to travel and relished the prospect, except that her pet Daniel would be traveling with her in the future, she was damned if she would leave him at home again!

The early morning found Victoria, no Dominique pacing her bedroom like a caged lioness as she berated herself for using her old Vanilla name again. It simply no longer suited her! When she returned to York she would cast it off like an ill fitting shoe. Her mind made up she penned her report for Devon and had a house slave drop it off at his office!

She still planned to drop by once or twice a month and if the need arose Devon would call her of that she had no doubt; she dressed in her Lawyer garb with the exception of an impossibly high pair of beige heels! She called for her car and by lunch time she was on her way, choosing not to disturb Devon who was closeted in his office with slave Jeannette.

As she drove she thought back on the last few months. She like Devon had left the farm for good when she had been chosen to run the operations in Yorkshire. Like they had in New York they had settled her into a law firm in York which served as her cover in the Vanilla world. She was to set up the corporation and get the patents started for the line of sex toys that the Academy planned to sponsor, and to deal with any issues and emergencies as they arrived. This law firm boasted some of the best legal minds in all of England and were of course backed up by those protecting the committee proper through out the world.! It was the perfect Ruse it gave their operations a certain amount of protection as any and all conversations she might have would be protected under attorney client privilege, and acted like an iron clad safely net for their base of operations!

She was the front woman and was also the point of contact for their line of sex toys; there was much to be done and very little time to do it in, as the committee was never known for it’s patience! The operation was to be totally legit with no loopholes. The committee wanted profit and they wanted it as steadily as possible given the economic and other factors that may well intervene.

Dominique started to relax behind the wheel almost going as far as to enjoy the scenery satisfied that she was heading where she was most needed. A couple of hours in the office and she would be returning to the penthouse.There her devoted pet would be waiting and she would have all evening to work out all of her pent up energies, a relief that she had denied herself last night after her return from the Club De Sade.

Dominique was actually smiling when she handed her car keys over to the valet who would park her car; work first pleasure later she told herself!

 

[scarletnym]

Slave Diane

Diane pulled back immediately as he ordered her to stop, her face flushed red with embarassment. She felt him turn her face as her eyes raised to his. Listening to his words, she knew he was right. She was letting her old Master's words destroy her chance at passing this stage.

Master Thomas' words started to push all the negative feelings out. She thought back to the limo and even though Master Andre had said there was improvement to be made, he didn't put her down or make her feel like she was horrible at pleasing him. She beamed, hearing such high praise from her Master and one so highly skilled at training.

Her eyes grew wide at the thought of telling her Master's they were wrong. She shook her head, knowing her Master's were right in everything, even when she doubted herself. He was right, she needed to forget it was a machine, just like before. And although it was sadly inferior, she would imagine it was Master she was pleasing. "Yes, Master Thomas," she grinned as she turned to the machine.

All she could see was her Master as she slipped her tongue out to caress the machine. Her mouth captured it as she had in the limo, sucking and moving over it. Her hips rocked slightly as she pleasured the machine, feeling the warmth wash over her as it did when she was pleasing someone, or in this case something. She followed the prompts this time, instead of becoming discouraged by them. Each one was corrected immediately until finally the green light flashed over the screen. She continued to suck and lick, oblivious to the flashing light above her.

 

[Chgris]

Master Thomas

Master Thomas could see the improvement immediately as Diane let his words sink into her. She believed him, believed her new Masters, and that they knew best how to train someone and who was and was not trainable. When she turned to address the fake cock, he knew that his time she would pass.

What he wasn't prepared for was the complete change in her attitude. From nervous and incapable to accepting and capable, he expected. But to hot, wet wanting and eager was a bit more than he had hoped for. Still, he was an Academy Master, and he wasn't paid to be caught completely off guard. He turned the the desk, and removed his teacup from the saucer.

Walking up behind her, he could tell Diane was engrossed in her task. She never even noticed as he slid the saucer between her knees, just in case she began to leak on the floor again. then he simply stood back and watched as she completed the station. Not a completely clean completion, but each technique only had to corrected once before the chime went off.

Master Thomas waited one moment, then two as Diane continued working on the station. Then he realized that she was completely gone. Lost in her task. He tilted his head, watching for a few moments more. Then shook his head and grinned before schooling his features. "From famine to feast," he thought to himself. "I'll have to let Andre know about this bit. He can work with her later."

He stepped up beside her. "Slave, stop, you have finished the station." That was all it took to bring her back to him, the simple words, but still, he had never before had to do that. Had to show a slave how to suspend their disbelief and address the station as Master or Mistress, yes. But never make them stop. When she looked up at him he had her move away from the station and kneel beside him. It was then that he knew she saw the saucer. Fortunately, it was empty, she hadn't gotten quite as excited as last time. "Take the cup and saucer to the kitchen, please Slave, then have Cook give you your lunch. I'm afraid we kept you a bit long today. After that I believe you have Ballet."

as he watched her stand and collect the saucer and teacup, he called after her. "Hurry, Slave. I have to let Master Andre know you passed station two."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Ann

“Mistress Ann,” she whispered trying to get her attention. “I need help, please Mistress … restrain me … anything. Please!” She said in a panicked voice.

Upon hearing her name, she stood from the desk and walked around to peer out the room's door to one panicked looking Geneva.

Not wishing to interrupt Thomas and Diane, Ann moved out into the hallway, motioning for Geneva to follow her.

"What is the problem, Slave?" Worry clear in Ann's voice and eyes, not understanding why Geneva would need restrained other than medical problems like a seizure.

 

[Veroe]

"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.

IC: Chris

"You have a few minutes before your chores, you should go see to any personal issues you might have before going." Mistress Rebecca told him dismissively.

He rose saying, "Yes Mistress." With that he left the dancehall and proceded to the bathroom to take care of personal issues-which taking a whiz qualified. He didn't have to go, but the next chance to "take care of personal issues" he'd be allowed would be after lunch-not for another two hours.

After wards he arived at the dining room and reported to Chef that he was ready to begin his chores.

The chef handed him a washrag and bucket of water and set to cleaning off the table tops. Then to mop the floor, and finally Chef had him help finish washing the dishes. Chef normally insisted on doing the chores within the kitchen himself, due to the master's distaste for slaves with dishpan hands or arms or the rest of them considering they had to perform their chores as naked as the day they were born. Occasionally-such as today-he'd relent when he was running short of time to do it all himself and order one the slaves to help him-usually with the cleaning-it would be an offense as great as Chris storming up to Master Devon and slapping him straight in the face if anyone slave or master just tried to help Chef cook their food. His wrath could outmatch Mistress Rebecca's, and his punishments were crueller than Master Andre's.

Soon it was lunchtime and Chef told Chris to take a cart of food up to Master Devon's office. He did so carefully not wanting to dissapoint Master Devon with him causing any spills.

He was surprised to Find Geneva and Jeannette inside. He began to hand Geneva each of the Japanese serving dishes-made of fine porcelain. And soon she no longer came back to retrieve another of the dishes and the sounds coming from Master Devon's office were of a less gastronomic nature.

Chris waited for a time at the door since there were still some of the dishes inside, but soon it reached 1:00. It was time for his session in Oral arts, but he still hadn't gotten the missing dishes to return to chef. For a moment Chris vacilated on just what to do.

He couldn't leave Mistress Ann and Master Thomas waiting in Oral arts, but what if Master Devon wanted those dishes removed after he finished with Jeanette and Geneva. He wasn't about to disturb Master Devon while in the middle of enjoying two of his slaves, so what was he going to do?

Finally he chose. He pushed the cart as queitly as he could down the hallway and towards the dining hall. He returned the dishes and then hurried off to Oral arts.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Slave Geneva

Geneva blushed furiously as she kept her eyes carefully glued to the floor.

“Mistress … I … ahm, I need to be restrained or … or punished,” Geneva stuttered nearly incoherently. “I am so aroused Mistress … and I can not … don’t think I have the willpower to stop myself from … masturbating,” Geneva gulped.

“I don’t want to leave the Academy Mistress,” Geneva said desperately, her eyes pleading with Ann. “Please Mistress.”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Ann

"I see." Was all she said as Ann stood staring at Geneva for the longest time, a brow slightly raised in question. Staring silently at Geneva's face, eyes and lips and noting the faint trembling. There was a fine sheen glistening off Geneva, just a wee bit but it was spreading.

What had gotten her so worked up, Ann had to wonder and mentally sigh at missing it.

"So you interrupted my class because you can not control yourself?" She paused, "Is that correct, Slave?" and instantly replied before Geneva could do so with a "Silent!" and her hand lifted to halt any protest, pleas or complaints from Geneva's lips.

"I do hope you don't drip all over the floors." A smile formed on Ann's lips, "Follow me, Geneva." Turning her head both directions of the hall, Ann found the right direction to Master Andre's rooms just as Chris was arriving.

"Chris, go on in. Master Thomas is inside to instruct you." and then she set off down the hall. Following the faint memory of her first tour towards Andre's domain.

At the door, "Master Andre?" she called out but heard nothing in response. She motioned Geneva in before her and followed quickly behind, "Step to the table." and pointed out where Geneva would be strapped down.

"Place your ankles at the corner, as well as your wrists out at your sides." Ann had seen this done once, a very long time ago in some badly written porn movie but the straps were basic.

"You are going to see so much more than whatever it was you witnessed earlier, in your time with us Geneva." Ann spoke softly as she worked, strapping both ankles in and noticing a few bars of various lengths near by as well. "Participate in many pleasures, but over all you will always be required to pleasure your Master before yourself." Ann stood up, moving in closely to Geneva, "Every orgasm you're allowed is a gift, one you musn't take advantage of."

She really couldn't help it either, standing nearly nose to nose with Geneva, but Geneva was strapped into the stand and helpless, it was making Ann a little hot herself. It was very erotic, the idea of it, but the reality of being strapped down herself did not appeal to Ann. However, having some one she could play with at her own whim was arousing as hell.

Straddling Geneva's spread thigh, Ann brushed intentionally against Geneva's soft inner thigh, "Turn your wrist over, palms out. That’s right." Smiling at her own lecherous inner thoughts, one wrist was secured down all the while little bits of Ann brushed here and there. Her fingertips feathering over palm and wrist, as covered breast barely touched to Geneva's bare nipple. Ann switched sides, shifting her body as she went but never directly touching anything that might set Geneva off.

"There, that should aid you... Or at least keep you in line until I can locate Master Andre." Ann's eyes twinkled with something but she stayed firm sounding and in control. "We will see to your punishment later. Are you comfortable, nothing pinching in a bad way anywhere? Circulation good?"

 

[scarletnym]

Slave Diane

Smiling up at him, she takes the cup and saucer and turns quickly, rushing out the door to find the kitchen. Hearing his words she blushed, remembering how it felt to have Master Andre deep inside her mouth. Her body shivered, releasing a bit of fluid at the thought of tasting him again. Shaking her head out of the daze she rushed into the kitchen.

Slowly, she brushed her long hair out of her eyes and found the dark haired cook with the tiny moustache bustling about the kitchen. She placed the cup and saucer on the counter as she waited for him to notice her. Smiling shyly as his dark eyes met hers, his accent hard to understand. "Another new slave," he said grinning, "and you are?"

Shifting slightly at the attention, "I am Slave Diane, Master." Her eyes dropped quickly as he looked her over. She could almost feel his gaze roaming over her pale body like a soft touch. Shivering she raised her gaze back to his as he spoke. "You are here for lunch, no?" he asked, chuckling as he prepared a tray for her. She reached out to take the tray and his hand brushed across hers, sending a flash of heat through her body. Her eyes grew wide at the seductive look simmering in his dark eyes.

"Return the tray when you are through," he said deeply. "Yes, Master." she replied softly as she hurried to the table. The meal was delicious if not a bit small. Diane ate every bite, wiping the last of the sauce up with her roll. Looking up at the time she hurried to return her tray. Her skin flushed as Chef took her tray, pausing to brush a lock of hair off her face, trailing his fingers down her cheek before stepping away.

Slightly breathless, "Thank you, Master. The meal was delicious," before rushing off to ballet. Diane was shaking as she reached the room, nervous, knowing how tough ballet could be. She knocked quietly on the door before dropping to her knees to wait.

 

[Chgris]

Master Andre

Andre finished the fine lunch that Chef had prepared, and made his way back down the hallway toward the Arousal Training room. None of the new slaves were near ready for that training yet, but he believed in always being ready. Besides, he had the basic information that each had filled out on their SIT forms, so he could prepare a minimal set of arousal aids on the computers and video setup for each one.

As he was leaving the staff dining area, Master Thomas caught him, and mentioned that Slave Diane had passed station two in Oral Arts. Thanking Thomas, he kept on his way, deciding that perhaps he should spend a bit of extra curricular time with Diane, polishing her basic skills so that she lived up to the potential he had seen in her first attempt with him in the limousine.

As he approached the training room, he could hear Mistress Ann speaking to someone. Curious, he quickened his pace, stepping through the door to see her just finishing securing Slave Geneva to the training table. Walking over to them, he glanced at the restraints, seeing that Ann had done a fine job of securing them, neither too loose nor too tight.

"Mistress Ann," he said in greeting. "If you are practicing your technique, you handled the restraints very well." He looked down at Geneva, the need writ plain on her face. "If, on the other hand, there was another reason you and Slave Geneva are here, perhaps I might be of assistance?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Jeannette stood inside the room standing proud and tall gazing at his preparations from beneath her lashes. She could feel her Master's heated gaze as it stroked along every fiber of her naked form. Time seemed to stand still as she took in every minute detail of the exquisite scene laid out before her; simple evocative, perfect!

This slave was totally in tune with the Master who stood before her, the one who had captured her heart, for they were practiced lovers; recently shared alone time had become a rarity in her busy world and so she was very excited by the prospect today!

The tableau was Japanese of this she was certain, but Jeannette suspected her reward was to be something she had not experienced at her Master’s hands before. She waited quietly in anticipation of what was to come, trying to still her racing heart.

She watched as he picked up the bamboo pole and lengths of hemp, her eyes widened as she had a glimpse of what was might be in store for her. With a simple direction of his fingers, she moved to stand her toes barely grazing the edges of the bamboo mat, its roughness a tease against her sensitive toes.

As he moved to stand behind her she could feel the heat emancipating from his strong and virile body as he bent to place the pole between her legs using it to widen her stance. Jeannette had to concentrate for in reality she could open herself very wide and remain standing but realized that was not what was required of her in that moment. “Hands back, Slave Jeannette, you must be prepared for the meal.” his words were a caress across her heightened senses!

She felt the coolness of the pole as he placed it in the crook of her elbows and the tension in her shoulders increase as he started to bind the bamboo in its place. The rhythmic weaving and twisting of the rope in her Masters capable hands lulled her as he wrapped the pole in place, it becoming an extension of her own limbs. Jeannette adored it when her Master indulged her love of Shibari....being tied in such a ritualistic manner she could feel herself being lured by the call of subspace as he worked, the ebb and flow of the ropes working their magic as they touched and scratched her fevered skin.

Today however it was to be a means to an end and she forced herself to remain firmly in the moment as he told her to kneel on the bamboo mat before her. Jeannette sank slowly, maintaining her posture all the while until she finally came to rest, her rounded bottom between her wide spread knees.

A small tremor passed through her slight frame as he knelt to complete the ritual; the connecting of her ankles to the bamboo pole. Jeannette was in heaven her pale skin slightly flushed, although none but her Master would perceive the slight elevation in her breathing. She knelt like some pagan Goddess waiting to be adorned, the only splash of pure color on her alabaster frame her brilliant emerald eyes and her rosy tipped nipples which stood out proud and free from her luscious breasts; a true testament as to the level of her arousal.


Her attention zeroed in on her Master as looking resplendent in his black swordsman’s clothing he finally sat down opposite her. She was so focused she barely registered the other who arrived to serve their meal and so it was like potent magic when the food appeared before them each morsel placed in tandem across the black lacquered surface of the inner rectangle.


Jeannette watched mesmerized by her Master as he slowly raised his chopsticks, it was as if he had speared a small piece of the slave herself as he devoured the morsel; she saw herself disappear within his sensual mouth to dissolve and become one with him. She shuddered with delight as perception became reality in her minds eye.

“You may eat now, Slave,” he sat back on his heels his eyes never leaving hers.

Her subsequent actions required no script they were dictated solely by the props surrounding her. She leaned forward elongating her neck toward a small ball of rice. As she descended to delicately catch it between her tiny teeth she received her first surprise, as her breasts came into contact with the intricately woven surface of the table! She didn’t hesitate as the she felt the deadly iron caressing her skin exacting a toll, exquisite pain turned pleasure that she struggled to control her instinctive reaction too; it wouldnt do to stain the lovely bamboo mat on which she knelt!

She plucked her morsel and fluidly returned to her original position. She held it delicately between her teeth gazing at her Master before she allowed it to slip from sight; rolling one full lip atop the other as it disappeared, her tongue a tiny tease visible only for a moment. Returning to her seating position was an excruciating mix of erotic pleasure as her hot vulva came, in contact with the cold unforgiving smoothness of the bamboo mat beneath her causing her to rise up a fraction, cold merging with heat, as pain was merging with her pleasure!

As the meal continued, the task became more difficult as she had to stretch further to consume each delicate morsel, eventually raising her bottom fully off the mat and sucking in her belly as she leaned across the table. As the tormenting of her breasts became more devilish, so did her the pinnacle of her pleasure increase!

Jeannette watched her Master avidly, adoration shining in her luminous eyes as she took each small offering from the lacquered table. The sensual tension surrounding them was an almost palatable entity. Her Master was painting her form as surely as if her held the brush between his fingertips; as each new streak appeared to adorn her body, as each new sensation wrapped around flesh, her she felt as if she were a living sculpture. The undisguised emotion in her Master's eyes told her that he was pleased with that which he had created!

As the ritual concluded and her eyes locked with his once more and she took the final sip of the fragrant tea, Jeannette had never felt so loved or so desired! She would remember this reward as one of the most evocative and erotic pleasures that she had ever experienced at her Master's hands!

“I do hope you enjoyed our little lunch, Slave Jeannette,” he said as he rose and began to doff his robe and slacks. Licking her lips she watched him, her eyes widely dilated, unable to utter a single word!

During the meal the only sounds that had been heard were the subtle changes in her breathing and the hammering of her own frantic heart beat! When Devon dragged her by her hair and threw her on the floor she finally began to moan out her pleasure, the sound low and raw, pure animalistic need; the pretensions of her civilization stripped away as she lay there, still bound, her knees up in the air and spread wide…..panting, vulnerable and eager for his pleasure, almost feral in her need for him.... the Master of her very soul!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[DarkEmpress]

Geneva looked up for a split second to find Mistress Ann’s eyes roaming across her features, inspecting her intently. The sounds of Geneva’s earlier oral lesson echoed in her mind, she could almost picture Mistress Ann’s beautiful features stricken with pleasure ... the sounds coming from her lips. Geneva snapped her eyes back to the floor ... desperately trying to think of anything else ... sandy beaches ... green fields ... Master Thomas slamming into Mistress Ann ...

Good Lord!

"So you interrupted my class because you cannot control yourself? Is that correct, Slave?" Mistress Ann’s question lilted from those succulent lips. Geneva was absolutely appalled at her own mind as she mumbled in confused syllables, her mind unable to offer an answer. "Silent!" Mistress Ann silenced her ... thankfully. Her command to not drip all over the floor added more fuel to the fire as she blushed – absolutely mortified.

By the time they started moving down the hallway, Geneva was just about hyperventilating. Noticing Chris, Geneva managed the impressive feat of taking her blush to an entire new level as she tried to avoid eye contact with him. She focussed on watching Mistress Ann’s feet ... and keeping her own in close proximity to those tiny, petite and very cute ... Geneva! ... She yelled at herself in her mind as she lifted her eyes slightly, only to be met by Mistress Ann’s slowly swaying derriere ... Holy Crap ... Geneva decided to stare at her own feet.

At the mention of Master Andre’s name, Geneva stiffened. She had not met him as yet but was absolutely petrified of the man. Geneva was aimlessly mulling around in one spot as she wordlessly followed Mistress Ann’s instructions. She laid herself down on the table and spread her legs and arms across the wooden expanse, trying to focus on the cold touch of the surface as it jarred through her heated mind.

Mistress Ann was talking softly, explaining to Geneva, “Over all you will always be required to pleasure your Master before yourself. Every orgasm you're allowed is a gift, one you musn't take advantage of.”

“Yes Mistress,” Geneva said demurely as she clenched her teeth together, closing her eyes tightly ... trying hard to fight it. Mistress Ann climbed atop her, straddling her thighs. Geneva could feel the soft and fleeting touches across her heated skin, could hear Ann’s every breath pass her lips to tease across her flesh ... could feel Mistress Ann’s breast brush across her exposed nipple ... the slight touch against Geneva’s aching and slick sex ... such exquisite torture.

She was finally restrained. Geneva reflexively balled her hands into fists as she pulled against the straps to test them ... the soldier in her rebelling against being so helpless. Staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes, Geneva’s body trembled slightly as her ragged breathing rasped past her parted lips ... teetering dangerously on the edge.

"We will see to your punishment later. Are you comfortable, nothing pinching in a bad way anywhere? Circulation good?"

“Yes Mistress,” her answer siphoned into the air, soundlessly.

Another voice filled the room, a deep male voice softly speaking to Mistress Ann. The biggest man Geneva had ever seen towered over her the next moment, deep blue eyes looking down at her curiously.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Ann

Her face tilted up to see Master Andre had returned to his classroom, and just in time too. Her pulse leapt slightly at the sight of him, again her mind wondering how so many good looking people could be in one location?! It should be criminal to look so damned appealing at all times.

"Master Andre." She greeted quietly, "We have a problem with Slave Geneva." Brushing lightly, tenderly across Geneva as she removed herself from proximity, a faint smile caressing her face at the look of torment on the poor slave's face.

"She can not control herself." Moving to stand beside Andre, she felt tiny all of the sudden when standing next to his larger frame. "She came to me, a wise choice and asked for aid. This seemed to be the best aid to be had for her, as she needs a lesson in how to control herself better. We can not have a slave masturbating all over the furniture, dishes and hall floors." Ann so desperately wanted to chuckle at the vision of her words brought forth into her mind but knew better than to let it go.

And so she turned away from Geneva to keep her expression hidden, as well as to keep Ann's mind off the lovely display resting atop the table, trembling with need. They were all rubbing off on her, being surrounded by sex every day was slowly eating away at Ann's self restraint. She only hoped she didn't turn into Geneva and lose all control over herself. Though, one had to admit that losing control wasn't a bad thing just inconvenient.

"I brought her to you, Master Andre." He was a master, a renowned master at control so Ann was told. He could use whips, crops and other things as well, in such a manner that left everyone who knew personally, speechless on how to describe his ability. Ann doubted it would do anything for her, she really had a thing against pain but to see that glow on the faces of the few who knew was something to behold. Fairly sure Geneva was in good hands here, Ann waited to see what he might say, do or ask.

 

[Chgris]

"So I see, Mistress." Looking down at her, he smiled, then reached out a hand to gently lift her chin up until she met his eyes. Leaning in close, he whispered in her ear. "Never drop your eyes, Mistress. Or if you find you must, be certain there is something that you need to look at. We must never show our embarrassment around anyone but the other Masters we know and trust."

Releasing her, he walked slowly around the table, checking each of the restraints with his right hand while examining the trembling, bound form on the table. "Hmmm...normally I don't ever get new slaves in this room, except once when they are given the tour." He looked up the length of Geneva's body, seeing the wetness between her thighs, and the mix of desperation, lust, fear and humiliation on her face. "But I think you made the right choice Mistress. This room is for arousal training after all. Both how to become aroused on command, and how to control it."

He rested his right hand on Geneva's cheek, turning her to look him in the eyes. "Don't be afraid of me, Slave. I'm here to help you." His voice was soft, gentle and reassuring. "I know you want to succeed, that you want to not break the rules. I'll help you with that."

He smiled gently, then looked up to Mistress Ann. "Did you wish to assist, Mistress? Or do you have a student in Ballet?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Rebecca

She stood center of the studio, in the doorway the newest pupil. Noting the time and position of the slave, she gave points for and nodded with approval. "Both punctual and respectful, both good qualities in a slave." Rapping the cane on the hardwood floor to get a startle out of the butterfly, Rebecca's authoratively tone carrying across the separating space, "Stand and walk to me, but do it gracefully. Silently and poised, put flawless effort into each movement but do not hesitate." She knew it was a bit more than anyone could handle their first time, to do all those things and quickly too. However, this wasn't about failure but ability.

"Stand before me, here." She watched, assessing.


Mistress Ann

She said nothing to Andre about his observation, merely nodded her head to file away the information.

"Ballet is Mistress Rebecca's domain, one I have yet to invade." She chuckled, "I have to see to Chris in Oral Arts however. You are in good hands Slave, be sure to do as you're told." Ann offered Geneva some encouragement. She wanted to stay and watch a master at work, but knew she had things to do and eventually her time would come where she might assist Andre with whatever it was he did in this room.

Taking her leave, she quickly made her way back to Oral Arts and the desk she'd just been seated on not too long ago.

 

[scarletnym]

Slave Diane

Blushing softly at the compliments, "thank you Mistress, I wish to please you." Diane jumps, gasping at the echoing sound of the cane against the floor. She listens carefully, shaking a bit as she tries to stand gracefully. Rocking forward on her knees, she places her toes on the floor before rocking back onto her feet. Rising up slowly to her full height, she starts to walk.

Her feet barely make a sound, heels touching moments before the rest of her dainty feet. The sway is shaky but there, aware that she is being watched. Her arms move gently as she tries to move quickly. She makes her way across the floor, not perfect but hopefully not looking too much like the oversize elephant she feels like. Coming to stop before her Mistress, her eyes drop as she waits. Her hands move behind her back, feet just slightly apart.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Slave Geneva

Geneva was trapped in her own personal hell. She closed her eyes tightly and focussed on her breathing as Mistress Ann climbed off the table, thankful for the reprieve. She could hear Mistress Ann and what she assumed was Master Andre having a whispered conversation, her mind incapable of registering what they were saying as she vehemently attempted to bring her flailing senses under control.

She wrapped her hands around the wrist restraints and pulled at them, desperately wanting to get away from the situation ... feeling almost claustrophobic. Her breathing increased perceptibly as her eyes fluttered open to stare at the ceiling, her body trembling... pulse rate skyrocketing. Geneva could feel the moisture seeping from her exposed and aching slit ... and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it or to hide the fact. She felt incredibly vulnerable and furious for making such a fool of herself. If she could, she would bury her head in the sand somewhere inconspicuous and never come out again.

Geneva felt a warm hand on her cheek, the slight pressure tilting her head to look into those deep blue eyes. "Don't be afraid of me, Slave. I'm here to help you. I know you want to succeed, that you want to not break the rules. I'll help you with that." Somewhere in Geneva’s overly sensitised mind the fact registered that he was very gentle and reassuring for such a big man.

“Yes Master,” she said automatically even though she barely heard what he said.

She saw Mistress Ann leave and heard the soft ‘click’ as the door closed shut. Her breathing started racing past her lips again as she stared at the door, fear echoing through her mind for a split second. Geneva's swirling eyes snapped back to his ... she had no choice but to trust this man.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Rebecca

“Natural grace, I can work with you.” She spoke aloud but more to herself than the new arrival. “However I can not work with that hair, beautiful as it is, it will be in my way.” Rebecca made quick work of twisting up Diane’s hair into a natural knot at the base of the woman’s neck. “Much better. I can see your movements.”

The file was brief, they had a set amount of time to make Diane into one of their own. Thank god the girl could move so well, because the limited time was going to be a rough one.

“Shoulders up, back straight.” Rebecca lightly tapped the areas, “Arms are in perfect place, but make sure not to swing them. Taking small steps around the center of the room, I want you to walk for me. Think graceful, think swan like movements. Seductive, alluring but silent.. A living breathing work of art.” She watched as Diane circled for the first time.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Chris

Chris was alone in the oral arts room. He wondered where Master Thomas had gone off to as he waited for Mistress Ann to return to oversee his Oral Arts session.

He waited and waited staring at the assortment of plastic cockery sticking out from the wall-mounted stations. Each was an obstacle. Oh the increasing sizes and widths as he progressed through each level would be no problem for him, after all his old Mistess, Mistress Domina had been fond of using a strap on the size of the fake cock on Station 11, number 12 may be a problem for him in the: "Oh my god it's too big!" category, but he'd never make it to either if he couldn't overcome the hurdle he was having so much trouble with: Robot Mode.

When he was Mistress Domina's slave he'd sit still open wide and let her use his mouth as an orifice for her strap-on fantasies of fucking any number of hollywood starlets. Staring at a picture in the most recent tabloid of the starlet in question that Chris would hold up for her to help her wrap herself up in her fatasies. She wanted no distractions, so Chris had to be quiet. Groaning, Moaning, retching, or wheezing was not allowed. As Domina used him as a surrogate vagina and Chris just faded off into Robot Mode until it was over to avoid distracting her. She had thought that using him as she would a sextoy demeaned him and empowered her. Which only proved she wasn't the mistress for him.

Chris wanted, yearned for, a Mistress that would build him up not tear him down. A Mistress that would chip away at the raw marble he currently was not a sledgehammer smashing that marble into smaller and smaller chunks. One that would shape and mold him into the slave she would be pleased with. He wanted a mistress whom he would be proud to please. He hadn't found her in Domina or anywhere else. He had found them here at the Vassal Academy.

But unless he got over the automatic running into Robot Mode whenever something even vaguely cock-like was shoved in his mouth. He could do it, Mistress Ann had shown him that yesterday if she was right there with him, but how often would she coddle him like that. How many times until she grew tired of holding his hand and just decided he wasn't worth the effort to train. And once that happened...he'd be out of the place he knew would be a home for him the first time he met Mistress Dominique to be admitted here.

Tears were threatening when Mistress Ann returned to the room and sat down atop Master Thomas' desk.

Chris resisted the urge to wipe at his eyes as he swallowed past the lump in his throat. "M-mistress, may I begin?" He asked knowing he was speaking out of turn but desperate for the simple stability of hearing her speeak.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Mistress Ann

She glanced around the room, taking note that Thomas had indeed stepped out for the moment, or was occupied out of line of sight some where.

"Yes, we should see to your training, shouldn't we?" A brief smile flashed before Ann got back onto her feet and approached stations three and four. Again station three was a replica of a woman's vagina and four, the male counter part. This would be a degree harder than the previous but not overly so that it could not be accomplished with some effort.

Hopefully Chris paid attention this time, else she would be forced to find a punishment for him. Her mind briefly went back to Geneva yet again, she had to remember to ask Andre later how Geneva did in his class. Now however, was Chris' daily lesson and he looked a little upset and depressed.

"A sullen face for your Mistress, Slave?" She questioned curiously, wondering what had brought him down since they passed in the hall? When she noticed where he had been glancing at, she turned to follow. Nothing was there but the machines, and that was probably what was bothering him. He had a hard time yesterday with this, and today's was a bit more daunting.

"Relax Chris." She moved closer, her hands reaching for his face to bring his gaze to her own, fingers feathering up and down his smooth jaw. "Don't think about it as a test. It isn't a pass or fail thing, it is a learning process. If you can not do it one or two, even six times down the road.. Well you'll just keep trying until you get it right, right?" Her fingers slipped down to rub at the tension knots at the back of his neck, thinking perhaps she should've worn a little higher heel on her boots to reach better.

"Instead, think about pleasing me, giving me pleasure." Her finger tips feathered softly over his lips, pressing the pad of her finger to his bottom lip and tugging it slightly down and open. Her fingertip crept inward, teasing at the seam of his lips, brushing against his teeth as if she might insert her finger fully into his mouth. "Pass both stations today, and you will spend the night pleasing me." A naughty smile graced Ann's face as she released him and stepped back to give him room to take his place at the station. Moving towards the third, she pressed the ready button and pointed towards the cushioned pad, "Go head and kneel here, Chris. When you're ready press start here, the same as yesterday and show me that I won't be disappointed or alone later tonight."