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The Vassal Academy Ch. 01

By: SavannahMann



Part 01: The Proposal.

The following is a work of fiction, any relation to any person, place, or thing, is purely accidental and unintentional.

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Devon sat in the Dining Room and again reviewed the proposal he had before him. It was the result of a years worth or research and consideration. Dominique and two of the shrinks were about to arrive and receive the briefing on the proposal, something he had kept secret from everyone until recently. 

Devon had spent more than twenty years training forcibly abducted people to become sex slaves. He himself had been kidnapped and turned into a slave, then a trainer when he showed suitable talent for the skill. His proposal was one that asked for permission to try it differently. The social norms and acceptability of the Dominance and Submission lifestyle had changed, and it was possible now, just barely, to make a try at voluntary training. 

Dominique entered the room and sat across the table from Devon and the two Doctors sat with her. Devon was alone on his side, and that was fine. He was proposing a huge change in the way that the group did business. One small voice in the wilderness as it were. "OK Devon, we're here, as promised. Now would you like to tell us what you've been looking at and are now ready to brief us on?" 

Devon smiled and slid three folders across the table. "Certainly Dominique, and thank you all for coming. In short, I believe it is possible, and potentially profitable to set up a more overt and strictly above board training facility." 

"Above board, you mean legally speaking?" Doctor Jenkins asked.

"Yes. Strictly legal." Devon said.

"Are you out of your mind Devon?" Dominique asked predictably.

"They'll know in a few minutes." Devon said waving at the shrinks, and then he began. First on the agenda, how he researched the information. Then how he determined the numbers of people who dabbled in the lifestyle, then the benefits of the program he outlined.

Dominique looked at his charts with interest obvious on her face. She knew what Devon did not. The worldwide anti-terrorism changes were making it progressively harder to remain underground. The group which had been in business for more than three hundred years was now seeing an environment where capturing the people was easy, training them easier than it had ever been, but moving the money was hard. The average auction resulted in something like ten million dollars of earnings for the group. Some of the clients were from the Middle East, and their banking transactions were inevitably watched by half a dozen intelligence agencies around the world. The Money was the Achilles heel of the Vassal group, and would continue to be a problem. Potentially becoming such a problem that it would begin to restrict the group's activities. 

Devon's proposal was interesting. First, it would be legitimate, and pay taxes. In his proposal, he pointed out the relative benefits of locating this facility in various countries, and in various locations in the United States. His argument of somewhere around New York for the flagship made sense mainly because of the proximity to the moneyed clients they were seeking.

"Devon, to make sure I'm up to speed with you. You're telling me that there are roughly thirty million people who dabble in this master slave thing?" Dominique asked to clarify that point. "In the US alone?" There was a shadow of doubt on Dominique's face as she stared at him intently through dark eyes. 

Dominique looked as though she descended from Spanish Aristocracy. Her dark hair framed a face with high cheekbones, and an elegant nose. Her eyes were flashing black, looking playful at time, dangerous at other times. The General feeling one got from Dominique was passion. Her reputation showed she was passionate as a lover, and as an enemy. She would pour her heart into whatever she did, holding nothing back. 

"That is the results of the survey I reference. All references are listed in the back. I wanted to show that while revolutionary, my idea isn't based upon fantasy or personal opinion except where noted." Devon answered. 

Devon looked more Mediterranean in appearance. At close to six feet tall, he was broad shouldered, obviously strong, and just as obviously intelligent. You would estimate his age at about forty, although he had no wrinkles or gray hairs yet, he had an air of competent maturity about him. His every motion seemed entirely too practiced, yet somehow perfect for him. 

"Devon, I'm not sure I understand, the facility you propose could be created, small at first, create the reputation of excellence in submissive training, and then train additional people given to the facility by clients for high fees?" Doctor Jenkins asked.

"Yes, that is exactly the nature of the proposal."

Doctor Adams waved a hand. "No market for it Devon."

"Doctor, in the major cities of this nation, there are fifty two clubs, night clubs mainly, which have a large and profitable membership catering to this BDSM lifestyle." Devon answered clearly. "Fifty two would indicate there is certainly a market in slavery, at least the fantasy of slavery." 

"That may well be, however the idea of being sent to such a facility to be trained? That's beyond not only the financial abilities of most people, but the mental abilities of most people." Adams argued.

"True, but there are those, with both money, and the desire, who will partake in it. I don't propose to make all thirty million in this nation clients, I only propose to address the needs of the top ten percent of moneymakers of that group. Some three million people." Devon explained. "People for whom fifty thousand dollars is nothing. There are people in the world who spend that much on landscaping every year." 

"What is your definition of the perfect mate, you explain that the desire of some of these people to have the perfect mate will bring them to you." Doctor Jacobs said.

"There is a song, and the artist says quote we want a lady on the street, and a freak in the bed, end quotation. I believe it's possible to teach part of the first, grace and poise, ballet to us, and the second part would be easy for the motivated candidate." 

"So we teach them to revel in the submission, grace, humility, and what was it you said?" Dominique flipped through the proposal. "Oh yes, here it is. The absolute loving worship of their dominant."

Devon simply nodded. "Yes, train them to become what Jeanette is." 

"I knew you were fascinated by her Devon, but this?" Dominique asked.

Devon smiled disarmingly. His charm was legendary, as was his ability to manipulate people. "Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." 

Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course."

"Honestly Devon, I like the idea of filing for patents on variations of our training tools. The idea of making some money on that research is probably going to be accepted, if nothing else is." Dominique said. Turning to the shrinks. "Ok, the next question, has he gone around the bend? Is he nuts?" 

Doctor Jacobs spoke first. "No, he's sane. His plan is logical, well researched, and arguably takes a shot at filling a perceived need. He even admits that there is probably a thousand things that haven't been considered in the plan, and flexibility will need to be accepted and understood." 

"I agree he's sane. His conclusions are logical, plan has reasonable arguments." Doctor Adams frowned. "I don't know about the business aspect, however he believes that the proposal is reasonable." 

Dominique looked at Devon for a moment. "You want to take Jeannette with you don't you?" 

Devon hesitated; this was the delicate matter that much hinged upon. "Dominique, you know she's managed to recover much of her memory, as the trainers inevitably do." He watched as Dominique nodded. "She would have been an ideal candidate for this program, which I admit to be inspired by her. It was her determination to become submissive, her determination to return to Master, damn the consequences that showed me how deeply these submissive tendencies run in some people. As for taking her with me, that would happen only if this proposal is adopted, and if the group felt I was a suitable candidate to lead this endeavor, and of course with their permission. I will say she'd be an invaluable training tool."

"Devon, humor me, justify that." Dominique said.

"Imagine showing a prospective client the wonderful Slave Jeannette. A woman who can discuss current events, once we tell her to watch the news of course, logically and intelligently. A woman, who can discuss art, again once trained, music, and oh by the way, can suck you cock like a lollypop. A slave, who craves your every attention, be it sexual, or a whipping. Wouldn't that client be more inclined to participate if he had such an example before him?"

Dominique looked right into Devon's eyes as she asked the next question. "How long have you loved her Devon?"

"I don't know that I do. She's a fascinating subject of study, certainly. She's a valuable training tool; you've read the reports of her activity. She works with slaves who've reached a stumbling block, freeing up trainers to work with the rest. She personally tackled a slave who was trying to make a break for it, surprising slave in question. She has demonstrated nothing but absolute loyalty and dedication to Master." Devon said staring right back into Dominique's eyes.

"Your feelings for Jeannette aside, this is an interesting proposal. It would require a major shift in how things are done, but you have already outlined the processes we could use in this theoretical environment. I do have one other question. You state that you would need four trainers. Why four trainers and only Slave Jeannette? Why not the house slaves as you call them, from our own inventory?" Dominique asked.

"The trainers would be the cornerstones of the project. The slaves would be the result. I anticipate needing four house slaves, plus Jeannette, or someone like her. Our slaves would need to have a great deal of training on how to behave in public, Jeannette was out there as little as a year ago. Some minor training, and she'd be comfortable in a public setting. Our slaves would have to be chained up and I can't do that. Law enforcement would be aware of our activity sooner or later. If they arrive and find a woman chained to the basement wall, how long before they managed to get her to talk about how she got there?" Devon shook his head. "No, it's better to find willing participants, and teach them to behave and perform our way." 

Dominique nodded. "The trainers, four plus a lead, presumably you, that's a lot from our stocks Devon. You know how thinly we're spread on trainers." 

"I should. I have a page in there about apprenticeship training for trainers. If the shortage of trainers were a deciding factor, I could make a go of it with three plus me. It would be tighter, and possibly even push the profitability period out a bit, not much of course, but slightly outside the nominal window of three years." Devon replied. 

Dominique made a note on the proposal. "I have number two of six, the shrinks have two. I presume you would like to keep one?"

"I would, if I am allowed to brief a trainer, preferably two, from this facility. It would help to have the material right before them to show them what we're trying to do." Devon answered.

"You can keep one Devon, we're taking the rest. I'll inform Control that it doesn't leave, presuming that you are allowed to set this up." Dominique shrugged. "I'm going to pass this up the chain, and I'm going to recommend approval Devon." 

"Thank you Dominique." Devon said bowing his head slightly. He then walked to Control with Dominique and ran down the training board showing her the status of current product. Dominique decided to personally test one of the senior slaves, a male who was endowed with a cock that looked like a tree trunk. She descended the stairs and found him cleaning. She directed that he follow her and she led him to one of the live test rooms.

Devon watched it on the screens for a little while; Dominique was like most of those involved, a former slave trainee. She had been identified as a potential trainer, and worked up to lead, finally to committee. Dominique was ruthless, and absolutely loyal to the group. She was a dedicated servant of the group, as all the lead trainers were, and every member of the committee. Devon privately thought that Dominique was a step away from the very top, and her words carried a great deal of weight. 

Devon glanced at the rest of the screens while Slave R was licking Dominique's cunt and arousing her to a state of shuddering pleasure. Jeannette was working with a new slave in the oral arts room. Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. 

Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. 

Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Carl arrived and asked the question with one raised eyebrow, and Devon nodded the reply. Yes, they are interested. 

Carl nodded slightly and moved to update the training board to reflect his days worth of work. 

Dominique and the shrinks left after they had reviewed enough information. Dominique briefed Tony and presented him with three copies of the proposal. Tony considered, and after making sure he had all the facts he determined that this was too extensive to put into a message, or a phone call. It would require a personal presentation. He departed to brief the bosses. He was gone for three days without any word on the deliberations.

Dominique was reviewing training files when she was summoned to see Tony upon his arrival. Robert from security was waiting in the office when she arrived. 

"OK Dominique, long story short, they've approved the plan. They've agreed to the $50 million in initial financing, which will be set up through some off shore accounts, and they want Devon to run the house." Tony said.

Dominique blinked and nodded. "OK, so why am I being briefed?" It was obvious that this program was going to be outside of Vassal's normal operations, and had to keep clear of this group.

"Because you're going to be the point of contact. You're out of here, and going to run the legit operation with Devon." Tony said staring at her. "He's authorized three additional trainers, and that damn slave he's so fond of." 

Dominique blinked again. "Me, I'm running it? Tony I've never met the committee. They want me?"

Tony nodded. "Yes, they picked you almost immediately after they voted to go for it. You will be meeting them next week. They already know more about you, me, and the rest of us than we probably think they do." Tony shifted slightly. "They want you to run the operations in New York, like here, you'll be settled into a law firm which gives you a certain amount of protection. Any conversations you have, protected under attorney client privilege. They'll explain what they want you to do, but long story short, they want you to set up the corporation, get the patents started, they loved that by the way, and they want you to get Devon moving on this. They want that profit, and they want it steady as possible given economic and other factors." 

Dominique sat down. "OK, I guess I'm the front man, or woman, for the endeavor. I'll also be the point of contact for the line of sex toys." 

"Short of you, there isn't anyone who has the experience you do with both Devon, and Jeannette." Tony shifted. "Robert, the group told me that after Jeannette came back, they took the liberty of changing her information in the computer. They said they took care of it through other means six months ago. However I want you to confirm that it's done. See what you can pick up from the various law enforcement systems." He held a hand up to stifle the objections of Robert about the omnipotence of the Group. "I'm not saying they made a mistake, far from it. I'm saying that people make mistakes, and Jeannette is about the weakest link in the chain. If she pops up on a computer somewhere while Dudley Doright is running her through the system and it shows a FBI or Marshall's grab her right now order, we're fucked." 

Robert nodded. "I'll see if I can get a copy of what's in the system on her. The only computer I don't have access to is the standalone that the Marshall service used for Witness Protection. I have it on good authority that the group has access, but I don't."

"That one, you obviously can't check. Like I said, sniff around a seen if you can confirm this." Tony said. "Dominique, you can tell Devon that he's allowed two from his farm, not Carl, he's taking over there. The third trainer he's getting is one the committee decided on almost immediately. Andre from farm six. They said he's big, blond, has a charming smile, and they believe he'd be good at this public relations thing that Devon mentions."

"Devon asked for four plus himself." Dominique reminded Tony.

"He gets three, plus that damn slave he's so fond of." Tony said. "Finally, everyone must be briefed in, and must choose this voluntarily. Once they leave our happy home, they aren't allowed to come back ever. That includes you Dominique. If you don't want to run this, you're free to say no." 

Dominique considered. Sure she was. She'd recommended approval, and if she said no the Committee would wonder why, and then wonder if she had said no because she felt herself not up to the task, or if she had said no because she'd reconsidered and not told them about it. "I'm in. I'll do what I'm asked to." Dominique finally answered.

Tony nodded. "Robert, these ID's have got to be good. They need to be in the system at every level. Credit reports, the whole nine yards. Now back to Jeannette. She's got a fascination with her name, and won't give it up. The group said they wanted you to use her name, as her middle name. It would be as if she used her middle name to show she was playing at being a slave, until she decided to be one full time or whatever."

Robert nodded. "I think I can keep all their names, and give them a single set of back up documents, incase they have to run. Is that about what's needed?" 

"Yeah, give them their new names, and histories, and one set of escape documents and wish them well." Tony nodded. "We don't renew the escape documents, which means that in three or four years, they'll be useless." 

"Ok, I guess I'm off to brief Devon." Dominique said. "Robert you're coming with me?"

"Yeah, I need to know who he's taking and get started on identities for them. You want a new one Dominique? This one is very good."

"This one should hold, I've also already got escape sets." Dominique said. "They were updated a couple months ago, so I should be covered." 


The Vassal Academy Ch. 01



Robert nodded. Then he joined her in arranging travel and told her where to go and what hotel to check into upon her arrival in Europe next week. They traveled to farm number one and told Devon what the implementation was going to be.

"Ok, I get two from here and this Andre?" Devon asked to confirm. 

"Yes, and Jeannette, but Devon, they need to understand this is a choice." Robert confirmed.

Devon stood and went to control and issued the instructions to call Rebecca and Thomas. He returned and said. "I just sent for Rebecca and Thomas." 

Dominique blinked. "I would have assumed Brian and Rebecca, why Thomas, and why not Brian?" 

"Brian's not a trainer, he's a medical student who flunked out. I'll need a medical person, but one who can be licensed as a nurse, or a paramedic. Brian can't train, Thomas can and is good at it. Carla is almost as good as Rebecca at Ballet, so this farm's grace and poise shouldn't suffer. Rebecca is the best at ballet I've seen, and that's the poise and grace that our clients will want." Devon explained.

"So where are you going to find a suitable medical person?" 

Devon shook his head. "I don't know, a contract with a local doctor wherever we set up probably. I'd like one on site, but that may be a pipe dream." 

Dominique said. "I don't know Devon, all you have to do is find a Paramedic, or a Nurse who likes to be tied up and spanked, and you're home free." 

Devon smiled. "You know, that's a good idea. I think I'll do that." 

Dominique laughed and said. "Jeannette. The group says they changed her information in the law enforcement computers. Robert's checking on that, and we'll have confirmation on it before you depart. Assume a week on the identities, and we'll be ready then. I'm leaving to meet with our...." Dominique shrugged and said. "I presume we call them stockholders now. I'll be meeting with them in three days." 

Devon nodded. Rebecca and Thomas came in and sat down. Devon handed them the project information and they scanned through it as he spoke. When he was done, he invited them to join him. 

If you were estimating, Rebecca would appear to be about thirty. Rebecca's hair was light brown, with only a hint of rust coloring to it. Her fair skin and medium sized breasts made her look softer than she really was. Unless she was in mode as a strict trainer. Then her hair looked like a halo of energy surrounding her head. She crackled with pure energy when she was punishing a trainee for not trying hard enough. Her mannerism was dismissive at times, or condescending at others. She listened to the proposal, and glanced through the briefing documents once and then went silent. 

Rebecca turned and looked out of the window towards the afternoon sun and looked at it for a few minutes. "I haven't been away from a farm for more than a few days in almost ten years Devon. Not since I looked up and saw you unlocking the ball gag in my mouth." Turning back to Devon. "I'm in Devon." 

Thomas was looking at the table and said. "If we leave, we're out for good right? Any trouble, and we're on our own."

"One set of escape documents, that will expire in about four years." Robert said. "After that, you're truly on your own. The escape set won't get you to us, so don't look for us." 

Thomas sat and then nodded. "I'm in too Devon." Thomas looked soft. His face had a baby quality to it that made him look much younger than his years. He usually had a quick smile and his eyes sparkled with a hidden humor. 

At dinner Devon introduced Carl as the new Master's Master and then sat politely as Carl told everyone that work would continue and the pace would not slacken. After dinner Devon went for Jeannette personally and brought her upstairs. It was time to see what Jeannette would choose to do. 

"Slave Jeannette, we're leaving and setting up a new training facility. One based upon this plan." Devon held up the proposal. "One where people come voluntarily. You would be free from the farms, but a slave for us. It's going to be a variation of what we do here. Would you like to come with us?"

"Master." Jeannette said. "Have I been bad?"

"No Jeannette, you haven't been bad." Devon said smiling. "You've been very good, we're very happy with you." 

"Master, you're going, as are Mistress Rebecca and Master Thomas?" 

"Yes, we're going. We'll meet another Master before long, Master Andre." Devon said.

"Am I allowed to stay here?" Jeannette asked in a tight thin voice.

"Yes, you may stay here. If you leave, you'll never again be allowed back to the farms. If something goes wrong, you're stuck out there." Devon said laying out the ground rules. 

Jeannette sagged slightly. She was obviously thinking. She looked up at Master Devon, but got no guidance on what she should say, nor any from Mistress Rebecca or Master Thomas. She thought about what she liked, and loved. She loved Devon. He had saved her life, she knew that. She had seen him do that. Master Devon had saved her life, and allowed her to serve. If Master Devon left, she'd miss him terribly, and sooner or later someone would decide she'd served enough. 

If Master Devon left, and never came back, Jeannette wouldn't be able to serve him, to thank him for saving her life. For allowing her to serve. It would be safer here, no decisions, no outside, no clothes, no independence. It would be bad here, No Master Devon.

She looked up. "Master has given me a choice, and I choose to follow you master." 

Devon nodded. "I understand. Thank you Jeannette. Please go back downstairs and speak of this to no one." 

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Jeannette said and gracefully stood and glided to the door and through it.

Dominique waited until Jeannette was out of the room before asking. "What do you understand?"

"She knows I spared her life when others wanted her dead. I've never told her so, never said anything about it. She knows anyway. She also knows she's happier with me, than with anyone else. She loves me to a certain extent, and loves this life, the life of a slave. She's choosing to follow me, and the uncertain future out there, instead of the safer path of staying here." Devon explained.

Everyone was silent for a moment, digesting these words; Dominique was again struck by the fact that Devon understood his slaves, what motivated them, and what they were thinking. 

Rebecca broke the silence. "I'm not in love with you Devon, I only hope to make a lot of money in this new job." 

"Here I thought you'd enjoy tormenting the little wannabe slaves, flogging them across the floor in Ballet." Devon answered. 

"Honestly, I've wondered for a very long time why some of our slaves do better than others. We have to beat some of them through the training. Others fly through it. I think you're onto something with this inherently submissive thing. If you're right Devon, then there are lots of people out there who want, or need, to be commanded, controlled. We could very well find ourselves with a waiting list of people who want to be Slave Jeannette." Rebecca answered seriously.

"Robert, Jeannette's identity has to be good, ironclad. When we're inspected, and we will be, it has to be absolutely clean. I'm planning on taking Jeannette out on tour." Devon said changing the subject.

"On tour?" Dominique asked.

Devon didn't answer her directly, instead turning to Thomas. "Thomas, has anyone ever giving you a better blow job than Jeannette?" 

"Honestly, no. Even our graduates trained by her aren't quite as good." Thomas said. 

Robert was smiling slightly. "Are you suggesting I see for myself?" 

Devon bowed his head slightly as if inviting him to do just that. Then he continued. "Imagine you're at one of these sex clubs I've found on the net, and further imagine that you're proud of your little slaves actions. Just perfect you say. Then I offer you a hummer from Jeannette. When she blows your mind, what would you think?" 

Dominique nodded slightly. "That there is someone better, and some of these competitive assholes would kill to have the best cock sucker. How is she with the rest of the tricks?" 

Thomas shifted slightly and said. "She can milk any cock with her muscle controls, she can open her ass on command, as they all can, but she gives off an air of excitement about being used. I think your right Devon, she loves to give the attentions she does." 

"And when I throw a beating on her, just to get her attention, and have her begging for it, what would prospective clients think then?" Devon asked lightly.

Rebecca laughed and said. "They would have their little play slaves lined up around the block to get in and be trained. Oh God Devon, I'm going to be rich following you." 

Dominique shook her head. "What would you have done if I hadn't gotten Jeanette for you?" 

"I would have found and trained another little one to be my demonstrator. Jeanette is unique to us, because she loves this; she's not unique to them. You saw my research, there are literally tens of thousands of people who want to be what Jeannette is." Devon said simply.

Dominique nodded. "Have Jeanette waiting for me, I want to see if she services women as well as she seems to do the men." 

Rebecca raised a hand. "I've had her, she's dedicated and loves to tease. With her experience, especially over the last year, she can take you to a screaming orgasm, or a gentle push into bliss. Strictly based upon her desire to please." 

Robert and Dominique decided to try her out. After all, knowing what the customer will like is important right?

Devon smiled and waved them towards the door. Knowing that Jeannette would love the attention, and they would enjoy their time with her.

Dominique summoned Jeannette and had her follow them to a live testing room. Jeannette found Master Robert inside, and although she had known both of them, spoken to them, and answered questions, hadn't ever pleasured either of them. 

"Slave, we've heard you are a dedicated and patient slave when it comes to pleasing Master." Master Robert had her kneel, and she began to suck his cock with flourish and with passion. She really put her heart into this task, because the Master's loved when she did that. Pleasing the Master was important. Robert blinked a few times as she sunk her mouth to the limit of his shaft, and then slid her tongue out to caress his balls. Robert moaned slightly and involuntarily grabbed her head to steady himself, and her. 

Dominique was also trained in this task, and noticed the subtle things that Jeannette did to bring pleasure to the man. She admitted in a minute or two that Jeannette was a serious pro at this task, and suspected that she would put as much passion into every task. Devon was right, this little girl was a slave at heart, and needed this kind of attention.

Robert struggled to maintain his composure looked to Dominique and said. "She's quite talented." 

"I can see that, she does love her work." Dominique answered casually.

Jeannette practically glowed from the praise and swirled her tongue on Robert's cock, teasing him to higher levels of arousal, higher levels of passion. 

Dominique made a hand gesture that Robert understood to mean move along. He spoke to Jeannette. "OK slave, let's try that cunt out." 

Jeannette practically jumped onto the bed; she positioned herself on her hands and knees assuming that Master Robert would prefer to pound her doggy style instead of missionary. Robert slid into her damp cunt and began to slide gently in and out, getting a feel for her, and trying to maintain his composure. He could feel her trembling in anticipation. Anticipation of what exactly, pleasing him? 

"Slave, milk him, give him a treat." Dominique said. She watched Robert's face change and Dominique saw a pleased little impish smile on Jeannette's face. She was enjoying this; she was getting as much pleasure as Robert was. Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever. 

"Robert, try that ass out, see how she does with that." Dominique said. Jeannette's smile actually widened as she bowed her back. Robert pulled out of her cunt, and then slammed himself into her ass with none of the tenderness he had shown going into her cunt. Jeannette had the air forced out of her as he slammed himself deeply into her ass. She pushed back and a low moan escaped her throat. 

It was obvious that Robert wasn't going to wait much longer, and as he began to jerk less rhythmically Dominique gave the next order. "Slave come for me now." 

Jeannette did, and it was a bucking maelstrom of an orgasm. She gathered herself and had a dreamy faraway look in her eyes as she thanked them. "Oh thank you Master, and Mistress, for letting me serve you." 

"You haven't served me yet slave, get over here." Dominique said as she lowered her pants and underwear. "You had better not leave one trick out, I want your very best effort." 

Robert collapsed into a chair. He watched the show of the fair skinned Jeannette licking on the darker skin of Dominique. He was fascinated by the visual. 

Dominique was really enjoying herself Jeannette would dance along, upping the arousal, upping the passion, and then backing away from the climax, only to circle back and take it up another notch. Dominique gripped her head and ground her hips in passion, and Jeannette flicked her tongue here and there, smiling wickedly as she did so. 

Robert was hard again watching this show. As Dominique squealed in pleasure, her pelvis straining under the power of the orgasm, Jeannette easily held on and as Dominique slid down from her climax, Jeannette's touch became more tender still, now easing Mistress down from her orgasm. 

"Good slave, now clean me up, make me feel wonderful." Dominique breathed. 

Robert had no intentions of waiting much longer, He moved to the bed and lay down on his back. As Jeannette kissed her way down Dominique's thigh, he said. "Slave, come here, get on me and ride my cock." 

Jeannette leapt to her feet and straddled Robert's cock and then drove herself down, impaling herself on his manhood. She groaned in pleasure as she settled herself and began to ride him. Jeannette understood that men liked a show and she complied, she began to play with her breasts. 

Dominique was relaxing in a chair and watching the show. She had seen little to comment on, and she admitted that those things were personal preferences. "Slave, lean back, give Robert a treat." 

Jeannette complied, and as she did, Master's cock hit her G spot. "Oh Master, that feels so good." Jeannette said this in a throaty bedroom voice. 

Jeannette began to buck harder, thrusting herself down, clawing at her breasts now. "Oh Master, please let your slave come." 

Robert smiled; his one sadistic trait was that he loved to deny slaves an orgasm. However knowing that the group preferred to use the orgasm to re-enforce a slave's training, he complied. "Come for me now." 

Jeannette did, and powerfully. Her bucking became irregular as she moaned her pleasure, and passion into the room. "Oh thank you Master." 

"Slave, come for me now." Dominique ordered with her own wicked grin.

Robert had only managed to keep his climax back with the strongest of efforts. The second orgasm Jeannette had bucking wildly on his lap was too much, his cock felt like it was gripped in a velvet fist. Robert couldn't hold out again and he came with Jeannette, pumping his seed deeply into her. His hips were thrust up off the bed, driving himself into her involuntarily. 

Jeannette caught her breath and quickly rolled off Master. She took his softening cock into her mouth and cleaned him quickly and expertly. She loved his cock, that was obvious. "Thank you again Master, you've made me so very happy." 

"You may go now slave, return to your room, you have done well." Dominique said reaching for her underwear. 

They dressed and Dominique heard Robert ask. "I wonder if Devon can do it again, get lightning to strike twice as it were." 

Dominique stood after replacing her shoes. "I'll put my money on Devon." She had little choice; she was following Devon into this new venture after all. 

Upstairs they found Devon in control reading a book on psychology. Robert spoke first. "OK, she's good Devon." 

"Seconded." Dominique said as she entered and sat. They discussed details of the identities, and after a short time, were ready to go. 

"I'll need a week or so on the Identities." Robert said.

"No problem, it's more important that they be good. We will be getting some official scrutiny." Devon answered.

"That's why it's going to take so long. I need to find people with your names, Devon in your case. So that way you won't be given away by a slip up. Someone who was born about the right time, about forty yeas ago in your case Devon, and who died shortly after birth. Then I've got to install credit reports, excellent ones in your cases, and probably passport files to give you the options of being overseas." Robert answered. "It's possible, even with the current Homeland Security shit. They should hold up unless someone goes and actually tries to interview former neighbors." 

"In other words Devon, don't apply for a Top Secret clearance from the Government." Dominique explained.

"Dominique, I thought you understood, we're going straight, I wouldn't want to be mixed up in a corrupt organization like the Government, people would lose faith in my honesty." Devon said piously to the laughter that suddenly filled control.

Robert nodded and Dominique finished up. "OK, we're off. I'll send Jeannette a small suitcase, get her used to wearing clothes." 

Devon agreed and saw them off. Control looked at Devon and said. "So you're out huh?"

"Yes, since you're aware of the fact we're leaving, and are supposed to pass for regular citizens, would you have any objection to Jeannette sitting in the sun to get some color. Slaves tend to be a tad too pasty faced." Devon answered.

"No. I'll authorize it. She's leaving with you in a week anyway, so the execution order is canceled." Control replied. 

Devon leaned back and considered for a bit. There were ten thousand things he'd missed, he was sure of it. He was also sure that sitting and worrying about it would be fruitless. He decided to start tossing out ideas to Rebecca and Thomas, hoping to get some ideas from them as well.

In the morning, Devon was downstairs waiting for Jeannette when she got out of the shower; he took her upstairs and told her. "We need to start getting you more accustomed to a social environment outside." 

Jeannette followed him to the dining room and stood nervously as she saw all the Masters gathered around a table. She hesitated and looked for a place to keel out of the way.

"Jeannette, come on, sit down here. Outside, people will freak out if you're kneeling in a restaurant." Thomas said cheerily.

Jeannette sat down gingerly. It was obvious she didn't feel comfortable here. Devon started to explain. "Jeannette we want you to spend most of the next few days up here with us, getting used to more social settings, and learning to wear clothes. We wouldn't want you to scare the squares would we?"

"Squares? Jesus Devon, how long have you been inside?" Rebecca asked laughing.

"I can't think of a term that describes the normal people any better." Devon said. "I've tried." 

Thomas chuckled. "It does seem to fit doesn't it?" 

Rebecca shook her head. "Oh God. Squares are back into the vernacular." 

For the next week, Jeannette would spend an hour or so outside on the porch wearing clothes. She managed to become comfortable in light cotton dresses, but every time they put underwear on her she would immediately start to fidget, and then Bra's would cause her obvious discomfort. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 01



The identities arrived, and Devon got the last name Jamison to go with his name. Jeannette got April Jeannette Watkins. The explanation was simple, when she started the life of a Bondage slave, she didn't want to let people know, so she started using her middle name as her slave name. Now, she's just happier with it. 

The rest of them got their names and backgrounds and the next day were off to the first of the rented houses. This one was in New Jersey where Devon started searching for a house. He finally found one he liked just across the Connecticut state line, near an Amtrak station, which would allow trains to be used to get to New York. An hour by car in off peak times, and literally a waterfront house. It had just over forty rooms, and Devon was satisfied with it. Andre arrived as the house was purchased and he began to get briefed in.

Construction began on the house almost immediately. Permits to run a live in short-term school were obtained through the corporation, and then the Vassal Academy was born. 

The group would sit in a circle and discuss things, taking notes from books that the world of bondage fantasy was based upon. The group inevitably would agree with Devon and this trend continued for a full week when something finally changed.

Andre said. "Devon, I was reading the fifth book on the list, and I again noticed the similarities we talked about, but I also noticed something else. Our schedule is based upon the one we had at the farms, which we're now calling the society to explain our knowledge and training." 

"Yeah, I still think that going this route, allowing the student to grow slowly is the best one, especially without the programming." Devon replied.

"Yes, however I noticed something else. All of these books, the stories online, and apparently these clubs which you've been to have sex, and bondage, almost immediately." Andre said. "Aren't our students, and especially the house slaves going to expect sex?"

Devon waved a hand and said. "Fantasy, it doesn't work that way." 

"Not where we've come from, but now?" 

Devon started to shake his head and then he looked at Andre. "Shit, I completely discounted that, decided it was just wishful thinking, and didn't see the connection." 

"Yeah, well I noticed it yesterday, and hesitated, thinking that I must have seen it wrong." Andre answered.

"Or you're the only one who saw it right." Devon said softly thinking hard. "Are we limiting sex too much?" 

Everyone was looking at each other except Jeannette who sat silently and didn't move. In time, everyone was looking at her. Devon spoke first. "Jeannette, did you notice this?"

"Yes Master." 

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I'm not to criticize Master, or his plan." Jeannette replied simply. 

Devon smiled. "Jeannette this is one of those things that I really need your insight into. At the moment, you're the only slave, and forgive me, but I need your help. As the senior slave away from the farm, part of your duty is to advise me about what the slaves like, don't like, and even expect." 

"No Master, I may not criticize." Jeannette said shaking her head slowly.

"Jeannette it's not criticizing me, or anyone here. I need your wisdom." Devon said again. 

Andre raised a hand and said. "Jeannette, my Father was in the Navy, when I was a little boy. He was enlisted, which means not an officer, one of those who work, the regular sailors if you get my point." 

"Yes Master. I believe I understand." 

"He became what they called the Chief of the Boat, which is the highest ranking, most senior of the enlisted people." Andre said. "Do you understand how that works?"

"Yes Master, you're saying he was essentially what I am, the senior of the lower ranking people." Jeannette answered.

"Close enough." Andre said with a smile. "He had to obey the lowest ranking officer, even if that officer was much younger than he was. Just as you obey every master no matter how new at this they are." 

Jeannette nodded. Andre continued. "Part of his job was to show absolute loyalty to the younger officers, absolute deference. He was one of the first ones to call them sir, because it set a good example for the other enlisted sailors. However he would also advise those officers on how to do their jobs a better, in private, not in front of the sailors." 

"How can a slave advise a Master?" Jeannette asked shaking her head.

"You will be doing so soon enough." Devon said. "You'll advise the Master of our traditions, and our rules. How hard to wing a cane and where to strike for example." 

"Jeannette, my Father would also report to the Captain of the ship, and advise him about the moods of the regular sailors. Are they angry, happy, or are they feeling tired from too much work." Andre said. "It's very important, because the Captain had to know that information to be as good as he could be. I think that as senior slave, you should do much the same thing. Represent the slaves to us, and help us know how they are feeling." 

Devon nodded and smiled at Andre before turning to Jeannette. "That is exactly what I'm hoping for from you. You can do it without criticizing me. For example, in this case you could have said. 'Master, I believe the slaves may be expecting sexual activity and perhaps a bit more bondage than is currently contemplated.' Then you've given me the information on what the slaves think, or are liable to think, while at the same time are respectful towards the Master, and are serving me properly." 

Jeannette looked up and said. "Master, as long as I'm serving you by doing this, I'll say what I believe the Slaves will want, and expect." 

"Excellent." Devon said.

"Master, they will want more sex. They will also hope to be able to play with other slaves, more as equals." 

Devon blinked and looked at the group. "Shit."

"Shit." Agreed Rebecca. "Why didn't we think of that?"

Jeannette held her head down. 

"Out of the question in phase one." Devon finally said. "However, phase two, allow them to play with Jeannette, the lead slave. In phase three, allow them to play with one another, but not a phase two. Fully qualified slaves, have fun as long as the chores are done." Devon said thinking out loud. "Any objections to that plan Jeannette? Do you think that would meet the needs and desires of the slaves." 

"Yes Master. I believe the slaves will appreciate that." 

Devon chuckled. "OK, now you're acting like we need you to Jeannette, part of your job is representing the Slaves. They need you to talk for them." 

The meetings became more productive, as people became more accustomed to offering opinions, and they started to question things a bit more. That had always been prohibited at the farms, and it took a little while to get used to.

Devon walked through the training wing. Each room had been set up and was now ready. They had tested the items, and tested each piece of equipment. Jeannette had been in each of the bondage racks, and items, in the basement. Andre had shown great skills with a whip, and surpassed even Devon's ability.

The central area was still essentially bare, with only a few bookshelves and chairs along the walls. 

The house was essentially a large W. Two floors, with the central area being open to the balcony of the second floor. The two hallways branching off were separated and set up for the various functions as designated. The left wing as you entered the house was the slave training facilities. The second floor was slave sleeping and sleep training rooms. Six sleeping rooms, two sleep training rooms with cages which could be adjusted to size and shape, and three live testing rooms which could be used as an additional slave sleeping room. Conversions of the live testing rooms wasn't difficult, and the various furniture items that could be earned were stored in the last room. 

Downstairs, the training rooms continued. Oral Arts, Ballet, Cunt Preparedness, Anal Training, Erection Control, Arousal Training, and the arousal table. There was a room that the Doctor had helped set up as a clinic room. It was stocked with various first aide supplies and would be used by the medical personnel when they got some students, or medical personnel. 

The other wing was set up as sleeping rooms and several Guest rooms for visiting Masters. Ten fairly good-sized bedrooms, half of which had bathrooms in the room with showers for the Masters, and a community bathroom made up the second floor. On the first floor, were four guest rooms, four rooms dedicated to storage of additional items, and two large rooms set aside for entertainment and a small gym. 

Devon looked around the Vassal Academy. The kitchen was up and running, Chef John had been a miracle so far. He was a great cook, certainly better than any of them had the pleasure of sampling previously. Two dining rooms, one for masters, with a dining table and chairs for twelve. On the other side of the Kitchen was the slave dining room with heavy industrial strength plastic picnic tables. Seating for plenty of slaves at those two tables. Twelve, or even sixteen could eat at the same time. 

Rebecca walked up from Administration, which was subdivided from the right hand side of the central area. A conference room, book lined study, and four large offices made up the area. 

The largest area had four desks for the slaves to work at. Devon's own office was an internal designers dream. 

"So Rebecca, are we about ready?"

"Sure, we got the trainers up to speed, we're still short one, but that's not a huge problem yet. We're short of slaves, but we're ready to start recruiting. The only shortfall I don't like is medical. We don't have anyone on site Devon." 

"Yeah, I know." Devon sighed. "I don't want to hire a nurse to sit around and read books. I'm praying that I find a paramedic or nurse who likes to be tied up." 

Rebecca laughed. "Good luck on that one. So far, we've heard that there is a shortage of qualified medical people in general. We'll be lucky to get an LPN who doesn't mind saying sir." 

Devon laughed along with her. "Yeah, just what we need, a surly medical man on site." 

"So what's next boss?" Andre asked as he walked up.

"Time to start recruiting. Go to the club tonight, it's bondage night and again try and get a feel for possible house slaves. I want four plus Jeannette, five would even be OK, but we must have two at least to really get started, and that means it's time to recruit folks." Devon said. 

Rebecca nodded. "Thomas and I will head into Jersey, the night club there is a little bondage on the side, and we'll see what we can find out."

"I'm off to the VIP room of the Club de Sade tonight, I'll take Jeannette." Devon said as they headed for dinner. Two months of hard and intensive work had gotten them here, they were finally ready to start spreading the word. 

Jeannette knelt beside Devon's chair. She'd been to this club a few times with Master Devon, and had always maintained a low profile while Master established himself. Tonight, she had been advised to be prepared for any command. Jeannette was always ready for any command, that was her life, her duty, and her love. She was a slave, and a slave was to serve, and serve with all their hearts. 

"Luke, as I was telling you. The difference between a master mechanic and a backyard mechanic is most often the tools. The Master Mechanic is never making due with something not designed for the task, he has the perfect tool to do the job with." Devon repeated.

"Skill is always a big factor Devon." 

"Indeed. However take away the tools of the Master Mechanic, and he'll be down to mediocre before dawn." 

"There are no training tools in our lifestyle though. Sure we can have them practice sucking a dildo, but that's not the same, ever." Luke insisted.

"Which is why we've created new tools. Oral sex training tools that give feedback, is the slave giving too much pressure, too little? Are they swirling their tongues to tease and please the master? Are they able to squeeze their cunt muscles in sequence? We've created the tools needed to train our slaves at the Academy." Devon said with a small wave of the hand. "The superior tools, coupled with the talent, have allowed us to push the limits of slave training to new heights." 

"Easy for you to claim Devon." Luke said smiling. Devon was normally fairly quiet, watching, and observing. Tonight, he was a bit more theatrical, and he was obviously playing the crowd that grew around the conversation. 

"A demonstration then, between friends?" Devon asked.

"If you'd like." Luke allowed. 

Sex in the VIP wasn't unheard of, certainly. However it normally took place in the private rooms, while Devon seemed to be suggesting that it happen here, and now. It was a bit earlier than sex is usually given.

"Slave Jeannette. To Master Luke, and Mouth." Devon said as he waved a hand.

Jeannette who had been motionless suddenly moved. She crawled to Luke and knelt before him with her mouth open, waiting and expectant. 

Luke shrugged and opened his pants. He presented his cock and Jeannette started sucking on it. She poured her heart into this task, drawing great pleasure from serving Master in any way. Luke cleared his throat, as his cock got fully erect. "Oh, that is nice." 

Luke was trying to be stoic, but this was fantastic. This girl sucked a cock like no one else. She truly loved the feeling of a cock sliding down her throat; you could feel her joy at this action. Maria did it, and did it well, but not like this.

Devon seemed to ignore this comment. He was instead looking out the window at the people in the regular "public" part of the club, while the group was safe behind the mirrored windows that separated the two disparate portions of the club. 

Jeannette swirled her tongue and started to hum now and then to cause Master Luke to shudder in pleasure. 

"She'll obey any command, if you'd like to try her cunt, just give the word." Devon said. "She's been trained to get ready on command." 

"What?" Luke asked unsure he heard that right.

Devon didn't repeat himself. Instead he said. "Slave Jeannette, cunt." 

Jeannette was dressed in a vinyl teddy thing with a snap crotch. She unsnapped the crotch and straddled Master Luke. She impaled herself in one swift motion. She moaned in pleasure as she felt him fill her. "Oh Master, that feels so good." Jeannette said in a breathy bedroom voice. 

Luke blinked his eyes as Jeannette ground down, she was squeezing his cock with her cunt, not just squeezing, but also doing so in a milking sensation. "She's actually milking my cock. Jesus." 

Devon shrugged as if this was no big deal. "Slave come for me now." Devon said casually.

Jeannette came powerfully on Luke's lap. He blinked at her disbelieving. "I felt her get wetter, she came for real." 

"Yes, a properly trained slave is able to do that on command." Devon said picking at a fingernail. 

Marie, who was Luke's slave, was staring in shocked horror. Luke was acting like this slut's cunt was a miracle. 

"When you're ready Luke, tell her to swallow your come." Devon said. "Have her suck it out of you." 

"Would you do that?" Luke asked.

"Oh yes Master." Jeannette breathed looking at him as she bounced along happily on his lap. 

"Then do it now, by God, I'm coming now." Luke said.

Jeannette slid off of him and threw her mouth onto his cock. Cupping his balls in her hand she suck her mouth down his shaft, and then swirled her tongue out and licked his balls. She felt him start to pulse and drew back slightly. She swallowed most of it, allowing only a small amount to dribble out of her mouth, and down her chin to splash onto her breasts. Devon had been adamant about that, he wanted her to seem sluttish and willing to be used. 

Jeannette moaned in pleasure as Luke finished coming in her mouth. She licked his cock and then knelt back. "Master, thank you for making me very happy." Jeannette said in the same bedroom voice, and with a smile on her face, and in her eyes. 

"You're welcome." Luke said. He was about to return the favor with Marie, but he knew she wasn't so talented, and she would probably refuse, which would make him look worse. 

"Devon, perhaps you should show them how well a trained slave takes anything Master chooses to give." Dominique said easily. "Perhaps a light whipping to keep her happy." 

"Oh Yes Mistress." Jeannette said smiling up at Dominique.

Devon shrugged as though this didn't matter one bit. "Certainly Dominique, have fun. She loves the way you whip her." 

Jeannette stood and stripped out of her Teddy. She stood nude before the group and held her hands behind her head. She had opened her legs allowing Master to strike her anywhere.

Dominique on the other hand was walking by checking the floggers. Taking one of supple leather with many tails she smiled. "Oh, this one will hurt." 

Dominique didn't warm her up, instead going straight to the power blows. Each one left a red stinging welt. In minutes, Jeannette was a bright red from the lash of the whip. Tears escaped her eyes, but she remained silent except for some minor squeals when Dominique had whipped her breasts and her cunt. She hadn't moved her hands, and she wouldn't so long as she was conscious. 

The crowd stared in astounded shock. This was a much more severe beating than has ever happened without first tying down the slave. Then the slave cried out in pain, while Jeannette stood without making a sound. 

Dominique walked around Jeannette admiring her handiwork. "I think that should hold you for a while Slave." 

Jeannette knelt and bowed her head. "Mistress, thank you for whipping me. Thank you for punishing me." 

Dominique nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, all right. Now go and clean yourself up slave. You have cum dribbled down your chin and on your tits." 

Jeannette bowed her head and said. "Yes Mistress." She stood gracefully and walked towards the restroom without stopping to pick up her clothes. She seemed totally comfortable being nude, and utterly unaware of her exposed manner.

In the bathroom Jeannette used the toilet and then washed herself in the sink. A blond girl came up to her and said. "Wow that's impressive." 

Jeannette bowed her head. "Thank you Mistress." 

"I'm no Mistress. I'm a slave; well I want to be a slave. I can't do the things you do though. That whipping was extreme wasn't it?"

Jeannette shook her head. "No, Master has given me pleasure like that many times." 

"Wow. I'm Diane and you're amazing. What do you do when you're not being a slave?"

"How can you be a part time slave? This is what I do. I serve Master all the time." Jeannette said.

"Wow, all the time? How did you get good enough to do this all the time?" Diane asked. 

"I'm just trained Diane, that's my difference. I'm Jeannette and it's a pleasure to meet you." 

"So Devon trained you?"

"Yes, as did Mistress Rebecca, Master Thomas, and Master Andre. They all trained me at the Academy."

"What is it? A cult or something?" 

"No, it's a school. We teach slaves how to behave, and how to serve Masters. I'm the lead Slave. That's why I get the red collar, so everyone knows I'm the lead slave." Jeannette said with obvious pride. 

"They teach people how to do the things you do? How to be a slave?" Diane asked in a small hopeful voice.

"Yes, we also teach Masters how to do it better. One of the things they use me for is training Masters. Master Devon says we need another Master to be at full strength, and we're still getting set up for the slaves." 

"Could you introduce me to Master Devon?" Diane asked softly, as if she was hoping against all possible outcomes to meet someone like him.

"Sure, come one Diane." Jeannette said as she dried her hands. She glided out of the rest room and walked to Devon using the same gliding motions as always. She approached him and then knelt slowly and gracefully. Grasping her right wrist in her left hand she bowed her head and spoke. "Master, forgive me, however Diane asked to be introduced." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 02



 Part 02: The First Trainee.

This is a story of fiction, any resemblance to any person, place or thing, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental and unintentional.

Diane woke and immediately set about getting things ready to leave. Her two roommates had been out, when she got home, but their closed door said they'd gotten home since then. Diane ate some cereal, and wrote a note telling them where she'd be. There was a chance that Devon was a serial killer or something, this was a nod in the direction of safety. 

Loading some things into two small bags, she left her apartment and carried her things to the subway. At the Harlem station, she boarded the Metro North train for Connecticut. If someone had asked what she was doing, she probably would have gone home. She'd met them once, how could she trust them? Yet, in the club, the only two who had her back was the two she was going to see, Jeannette, and Devon. They were the only two who insisted that she wasn't worthless. They had publicly argued that Diane was not worthless, merely untrained. 

Diane got off at the Stamford station, and found a cab that was trolling hoping for a Saturday pick up. He took Diane to the gate of the mansion. The Security guy came out wearing a blazer and tie. 

"How may I help you?" 

"Um. I'm here to see Devon. I'm Diane Zimmerman, and Devon invited me to come out today." Diane stammered. She didn't know his last name. Wait, it was on the card. Jamison. 

"Yes Diane, we've been expecting you." He turned to the cabby. "Please take her up to the house, front door." 

Unloading her bags, she turned and found Jeannette walking down the steps barefoot and wearing a short dress that sort of reminded her of a cover-up dress used at the beach. It was almost transparent, linen perhaps, and was painfully obvious that she wore nothing under it. Her nipples were quite obviously visible and the Driver stood alongside the car to watch her. 

"Hi Diane, glad you made it." Jeannette said with a genuine smile. She took one of the bags and led Diane up to the door and inside. 

"I thought the driver was going to start drooling. Don't you have something to wear that isn't so transparent?" Diane asked.

"No. I accidentally tore all the other dresses that Master gave me." Jeannette said. "I hate clothes." 

"So this is the only one you have left?" Diane asked shocked.

"No. Master bought me more like this when he found I didn't mind wearing it as much as the other clothes he got me." Jeannette said smiling. "Master understands me, and my needs." 

Diane shook her head and followed Jeannette to the office where Devon walked from around his desk. "Diane, glad you could make it, please have a seat, just leave your bags right there please." 

Jeannette set the bag down and then lined it up next to the one Diane was carrying. She walked to the desk and knelt beside it on the ground. 

Diane watched this and was again struck how gracefully Jeannette did everything. She sat in the chair, certain that she'd screw up the kneeling bit. "Thanks again for having me Master Devon." 

"Our pleasure, I assure you." Devon said smiling.

"Master Devon, I wanted to thank you, for supporting me, and for last night." Diane said.

"You're not worthless. You're not a waste, you're untrained. You want to please, you just don't know how. I can teach you the how, and train you." Devon said leaning on the desk. 

Diane nodded. "Thank you sir." 

"Jeannette please get the SIT contract." Devon said.

Jeannette rose and glided from the room returning in a minute. She handed Devon the documents and stood back waiting for another instruction. 

"Diane, if you want something to drink while we talk, Jeannette will be happy to get it." Devon said laying the document on the table. 

"No Sir, I'm good, thanks." Diane said. She'd had a reaction to Devon last night, and she'd assumed it was just the crowd and the situation. No, it wasn't. Devon gave off an aura of power, authority, and made Diane want to obey any order he gave without any thought. 

"OK, let's get started. Can you tell me something of your experiences? Give me an idea of your history so I can craft our program to meet your needs?" Devon asked as he sat back in his chair.

"Well, I was in a relationship. I thought I was lesbian, but then I figured out I wasn't. So I broke up, and now I know I want to be a submissive, but I don't know how to go about doing it." Diane said in a rush. Her face turning red as she admitted her novice status.

Devon nodded slightly. "Certainly that's no problem. No one knows, until they are taught."

Diane swallowed hard. "I don't know what this costs, but I can't afford it." 

"Diane, when you win the bet by performing properly, at lest much better than you did, with Luke, then your week will be paid for." Devon said easily. "Don't worry about the money, we'll see that is taken care of. Please understand this now. Our trainers are among the best in the world. They will teach you all you need to know over the next week, at least enough to learn how to win this bet." 

Diane nodded. She was too scared to speak right now.

Devon picked up the papers that Jeannette had given him and placed them in front of Diane. "This is our standard Slave In Training or SIT contract. Please take some time, and read it. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask. This is the time, before you are committed." 

Diane started to read. Four pages, and none in fine print. Some legal mumbo jumbo, but mostly it was plain English. She was here to be a slave in training, her to be properly trained in how to serve a Master or Mistress, and not here on vacation. This was not to be a spa or retreat for spoiled rich kids. She waived all rights except one, the right to leave. That would be initiated by safe word, which was her choice. Once safe word was initiated, there was no do over, nor any second chance. She was leaving, or they would toss her. The space for fee was blank, and so was the safe word space. It was understood that she would earn privileges for a slave. Clothing and furniture were clearly mentioned. There were two paragraphs that described sexual activity as part of her training, and it was understood that she would participate as directed. Corporal punishment, including whippings, floggings, spankings, and restricted movement through bondage would be utilized by the trainers to assist her in learning the tasks given.

"Sir, there's no safe word or fee listed." Diane said.

"Correct. Please write comp in the fee space, and whatever you wish your safe word to be in that space." Devon said.

Diane took the pen and wrote comp in the space for fee. Then she hesitated. She didn't have a safe word she was accustomed to. After taking a moment to consider she looked up at Devon and shrugged. "I don't have a safe word, and now that I apparently need one, I can't think of one." 

Devon nodded. "Don't use stop, no, please, or anything like that. Those words are likely to be uttered, especially during punishments." 

Diane gulped obviously. "Punishments?" 

"Certainly. You saw Jeannette take a whipping. That was a pleasant diversion for her. That would be a severe punishment for a novice like you." Devon said easily.

Diane swallowed hard and looked at the document. She thought of a word that she hardly ever used. She finally shrugged. "Any suggestions sir?" 

Devon sighed and smiled at the same time. "How about Rumplestiltskin? I doubt that you'll throw that out by mistake." 

Diane smiled and nodded. "OK, and she wrote the word in the space. Then she signed the document and handed it to Devon.

Devon began to sign the document and Diane asked Jeannette. "How long have you been doing this Jeannette?"

"I've been with Master Devon for the last year. I've been a slave for three years." Jeannette said easily. It was the agreed upon answer, and was basically true. 

"Wow, you're movements are great. I mean you're so graceful, and it's like you love doing whatever you're doing at that moment." Diane said. 

"I do. I love doing what Master Devon or the other Masters tell me to. I'm the house slave, and I'm here to do whatever I'm told to make their jobs easier." Jeannette said. "I choose to be here, because this is where I belong."

"Diane, do I need to tell you that as of this moment, we're in control here? You belong to us for the next week. You'll wear what we tell you, do what we tell you, and obey our orders as though a commandment from God." Devon explained.

Devon had signed in the spot for the Academy staff, and then handed the document to Jeannette. "Jeannette, place her in slave room number one, and get her ready to start her training. We've only got one week, and we've got lots to do to get her ready. I'll let Mistress Rebecca know that you're on the way." Then he turned back to Diane. "Welcome to the Academy Slave In Training Diane." 

Diane thanked him and rose to follow Jeannette and turned towards her bags. Devon's voice stopped her. "You won't need those. Take any medications you have, Birth Control pills for example, and give them to Jeannette. Leave the rest." 

"Sir, my clothes are in there. Other things, make up, things like that." Diane explained. 

"You won't need them. Give any pills to Jeannette, and follow her. Leave the bags." Devon said again.

Diane rummaged around and handed Jeannette two containers. "Allergy and birth control pills." 

"What are you allergic to Diane?" Devon asked.

"Oh, just seasonal stuff. It's always bad this time of year."

Jeannette looked at the bottle. "Twice a day, that would be morning and night Master." 

"No problem, see that she gets the pills on schedule Jeannette." Devon said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette answered and turned saying. "Follow me Diane, we'll get you to your room and then changed, and off you go to Mistress Rebecca." 

"Um, will my bags be in my room later?" Diane asked.

"No. We'll lock them in a storage room, tagged with your name of course." Jeannette said climbing the stairs. She had left the pills in the administration area. 

"Well, I need some of that stuff." Diane tried to explain.

"No you don't. We'll give you everything you need." Jeannette said turning to the left at the top of the stairs and entering a hallway after another left turn. "Here is slave sleeping room one." 

The door was open, and inside was a futon pad and a chain hanging from the wall. Jeannette explained. "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." 

Diane nodded. "No sheets?"

"Nope. Not unless you earn some, and since you're only here a week there's probably not much chance of that happening. You earn things like a bed, and furniture. OK, strip." Jeannette said.

"What?" 

"Slaves are nude, at least in the beginning, and quite often. We're on display. Oh that reminds me, the door to the sleeping room is supposed to be open unless Master orders it closed. You don't have any privacy either. Privacy is a luxury that Slaves never get." Jeannette explained. 

"I'm not prancing around the house nude." Diane said.

"Slaves don't have modesty, we don't need it. By being naked we're showing the Masters that we're giving all of ourselves to them." Jeannette explained.

"You're wearing a dress." Diane said accusingly. It wasn't much of a dress, and left nothing to the imagination. It would be better than nothing though.

"I'm the house slave, I'm supposed to answer the door. Master Devon says that if I'm naked then, I'll scare the squares." Jeannette said. "I'm ordered to wear it, and so I do." 

Diane hesitated a moment, and then started to remove clothing. "I suppose that like a Doctor, they've seen it all anyway right?" 

"Sure, unless you have something the rest of us girls don't. At my training farm, we had male and female slaves. Everybody was nude all the time. Except the Masters of course, they deserve modesty and privacy." Jeannette said.

"You're kidding. Male slaves?" Diane asked shocked.

"Sure, why not?" Jeannette asked. "We'll probably have some male slaves here soon." 

"What about bathrooms, do we get unisex bathrooms too?" Diane asked.

"We don't do much sex in the bathrooms, but in the other rooms it's a definite possibility." Jeannette said smiling. "We train on the same equipment, often at the same time. It's cool, and you get used to it real quick." 

"What kind of training?" Diane asked. 

"You'll see soon enough. You have Ballet right now, and I mean now, with Mistress Rebecca. I'd hurry if I was you, she doesn't like to wait on slaves." Jeannette said. "Just do what she says, don't think too much, and try and move smoothly." 

Diane finished undressing, and felt completely humiliated. She covered herself with her hands while Jeannette put her clothing in a closet saying that she would come for them later and take them to be laundered while Diane was in training.

"Don't worry about covering yourself. You're a slave, and we have the courage to give everything of ourselves." Jeannette walked down the hall with Diane following. "Those are the rooms for the trainees. These are the sleep training, and live sleep test rooms." 

"OK, what's sleep training and live sleep test?" Diane asked.

"Sometimes, Master may wish you to sleep with them, and if you do, you must lay very still, and not disturb Master. The sleep training teaches you how to do that, and the live testing is that with whatever skill you've passed." Jeannette said. "You won't be doing any of that, that's won't come into play before phase two." 

"What am I doing?" Diane asked as they went down a different stairwell.

"You're going to be doing oral arts, and ballet. Basic stuff, phase one. You can't pass phase one until you've passed basic oral arts, and basic ballet." Jeannette said as they exited onto a lower hallway. The doors here were further apart. "These are the training rooms, each one is set aside for a specific sexual skill." 

Diane looked at the doors. They had numbers, and some had names. She stopped and looked at the brass plaque on the door. "Arousal training?" 

Jeannette stopped and turned back. "Hurry up, Mistress Rebecca is waiting. Don't worry about that. Arousal training is phase two." 

Diane picked up the pace and soon was following Jeannette in through a door. Inside, a petite woman wearing beige leather pants and a white shirt was walking around what looked like a dance studio. 

"Jeannette. About time you got here. I've been waiting for five minutes." Rebecca said.

"Sorry Mistress, it took longer than I thought." Jeannette said with her head down.

"No clothes for you slave." Rebecca said harshly.

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said and removed her dress and laid it in the corner. She then knelt on the floor and waited. 

Diane stood covering herself in what she hoped looked like a casual manner, and looked at the room. Hardwood floors, full-length mirrors along one wall. A bar hung from the ceiling, and an umbrella stand by the door had canes sticking out of it. 

"So you're Diane, walk across the floor, and stop that nonsense about covering yourself. Silly girl, you don't have something unique." Rebecca said. 

Diane lowered her hands slowly and then began to walk across the floor. 

"Oh God. Devon is trying to test me isn't he?" Rebecca moaned. "Girl, you walk like an elephant with clubbed feet." Rebecca then went for the umbrella stand and got one of the canes out. She approached Diane. "We only have one week with you silly girl, so we've got a lot of work." 

Diane stood there shaking in fear. Rebecca walked around her and soon the cane was tapping things on Diane's body. Rebecca started to chant things that needed correction. "Posture, back straight girl, knees straight. Chin up, eyes forward. Don't look at me, hands at your side." Each correction brought a light tap with the cane. 

After a minute of this Diane was standing straight and looking forward with her hands at her side. 

"Good, better, at least I know your spine isn't curved naturally." Rebecca said. "Now walk slowly."

Diane took one step and was immediately tapped on the shin by the cane. "Take shorter steps, you're not running a marathon or marching in parade. A slave is graceful." Rebecca chided. 

After another pass across the dance floor with the cane tapping here and there with corrections. Rebecca ordered Diane to do it again. This time, the cane didn't tap, but struck with stinging blows to correct parts that were wrong. 

"Girl, you can do this." Rebecca said. "Jeannette, show this girl how a slave walks." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said and rose from her kneeling position and walked across the floor.

"You see, she's not worried about her nudity, because she's a slave, and that doesn't matter." Rebecca said. "Stop trying to hide your cunt slave, I've seen plenty of them, and yours is no different." 

Diane nodded and said. "Yes Mistress." 

"Jeannette, come here and kneel the proper way for our trainee." Rebecca said.

Diane watched Jeannette approach and kneel, her hands behind her back. She didn't use her hands to lower herself to the floor, she just sunk gracefully. 

"Now, you see, she only wanted to obey, to please the master, not cover anything. You see how her knees are spread, showing her master everything? That is how a slave kneels. That shows the master that everything the slave has is given to the Master." Rebecca commented pointing with the cane. 

"Yes Mistress." Diane said again. Jeannette was graceful, and hid nothing from Mistress Rebecca. It was as if Jeannette was honestly trying to offer her body, all of her body to the mistress. No Diane realized, it was as if Jeannette had already offered all of herself, her mind, body, and her very soul to the master. Diane wondered if she could do that. What had Jeannette said? We have the courage to give ourselves completely. Courage; that is certainly what it took to walk around completely naked all the time.

Diane was walked across the floor each time getting fewer stinging blows from the cane. Then she was shown how to kneel. She did this several times, and each time the cane brought tears to her eyes as Mistress corrected her. 

Finally after what seemed like hours of this Rebecca nodded and said. "Satisfactory for a level one novice.

Jeannette gave her a little smile when Diane looked over to see her. Jeannette was proud of her accomplishment. Diane felt good about making Mistress Rebecca happy. Somehow she felt like she had really accomplished something, just by walking and by kneeling. 

"Slave Jeannette. Take Diane and get her some lunch. I'm sure she's ready for a small break. After lunch, take her to oral arts." Rebecca ordered.

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said and bowed her head submissively.

Diane rose and followed Jeannette and was kind of surprised when Jeannette left the dress behind. "Hey, your dress."

"I'm not allowed to wear it now." Jeannette said. "Clothes are a privilege, not a right for a slave." 

Diane felt bad suddenly. She had delayed and cost Jeannette the clothes. "Sorry Jeannette." 

Jeannette shrugged. "It's OK. I'm used to this anyway." 

They went down the hallway towards the center part of the house and Diane followed Jeannette to a dining room type of affair. There were some picnic style tables, obviously a slave-dining hall. A cook was laying two trays on the counter and he waved at Jeannette and then walked out. Apparently, she spent a lot of time nude, because he didn't seem to care if she was naked. Diane had almost jumped out of her skin when she saw the cook, Jeannette on the other hand didn't break stride.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 02



"Great, I love the chicken stew." Jeannette said and picked up a tray and took it to the table. She sat and took the spoon and began eating quickly. "Hurry up, we're not supposed to take too long at lunch." 

Diane began to eat, she was kind of hungry, but she had a hard time since she kept looking at the doors to see if anyone was watching her. "How do you do it? I mean, how do you walk around naked all the time?"

"What do you mean? I'm a slave Diane, this is what we wear." Jeannette said pointing at her collar. "Mine's red, the only red one here. I'm the house slave, the number one slave. We have five masters, but only one red collar." Jeannette said with obvious pride. 

Jeannette finished her bowl and returned the tray to the table. She looked anxiously at the clock. "Come on Diane, hurry." 

Diane took the tray and half the stew and put it on the counter. She followed Jeannette to the hallway with the training rooms and down the hall they went. In front of another door Jeannette opened it and entered. "Master Thomas, I've got Diane." 

"On time too, good Jeannette. I see you've lost clothes again." 

"Yes Master. We were late for Mistress Rebecca."

Diane saw that Thomas was about five foot ten, and wearing a white shirt over dark slacks. The room was a nightmare though. There were at least a dozen different plastic or rubber replicas of male and female sex organs. Each one along a wall had a monitor just above the sex organ, and seemed to be about the right height if you were kneeling before it. To confirm this, there were small pillows before most of the stations. Diane tried to cover herself with her hands as she peered at the sexual items.

"OK, Jeannette, why don't you review at station twelve while Diane here gets her start at number one." Thomas said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and walked down the room. She knelt before a huge male unit; it had to be at least ten inches long. She tapped the screen and began to suck it and then suddenly swallowed the entire length as though it was only a few inches long. A green light activated on top of the monitor and Jeannette shifted position to lick along the underside.

Thomas was watching Diane as she watched Jeannette. "Impressive isn't she?"

"What?" Diane asked and suddenly realized that she hadn't been paying attention to Master Thomas she lowered her head and said. "Sorry Master, I've never seen anything like this room before."

"I understand, and will forgive you this time." Thomas said. "I'm going to be teaching you basic oral arts this week. You'll begin at station one. Each station is set up to be more difficult than the one before. Station one is the easiest." Leading her to the first station she knelt before what appeared to be a set of thighs and a woman's pussy. Thomas tapped the screen and the image on it was of cartoon hands parting the folds gently.

Diane looked at the screen in confusion. Thomas saw this and said. "Do what the screen does, it's going to show you where to touch, and where to lick and how to do it. Then you do it. The model has sensors in it that feedback to the computer. When you accomplish one task, you move along."

Diane placed her hands alongside the plastic pussy and the screen changed to show a tongue licking along the mons. Diane did this and the screen changed again. Diane followed the screens directions and in about fifteen minutes had reached "Task Complete." 

"Excellent, you've done that in very good time." Thomas said. 

Diane looked down the aisle and saw Jeannette had left. "Uh, yeah. I was a lesbian for a long time." 

"You're bi sexual now slave." Thomas said. "Oh, ten lashes for forgetting to call me Master." 

Diane winced and nodded. "Sorry Master." 

Thomas led her to station two. "Let's see what you can do with this." 

Station two was a male cock, about five inches long, and standing proudly out from the wall. Diane knelt as Master Thomas tapped the screen and Diane started to follow the directions again. 

She kept working at it, but the screen would flash red letters at her. "SUCK HARDER" and then suddenly it said "USE MORE TONGUE TO PRESS TO ROOF OF MOUTH" 

Thomas was watching her and said. "I can see you don't have much experience with this. Love the cock, the same way you love the cunt slave." 

Taking her mouth from the male member she nodded "Yes Master." She returned to the task and after more than two hours, her mouth hurt. Her tongue was tired, and she was about sucked clean out.

"That's enough for today slave. We'll start at this tomorrow." Thomas said.

Diane nodded. "Yes Master." 

"Go to the dining room, and get something to drink. Then go upstairs and find Jeannette and help her with the cleaning chores." Thomas ordered. "Wait, I almost forgot your lashes." 

Diane had forgotten them too. She lowered her head and nodded it at the same time. "Yes Master." 

Thomas walked to his own umbrella stand and selected a small riding crop. "Hands behind your head, stand straight." 

Diane remembered Jeannette taking the flogging at the club, and assumed pretty much the same position. The crop sang and her ass exploded in pain. She yelped and jumped. She started to lower her hands and was stopped by a shouted "Hands slave." from Thomas. She put them back and interlaced her fingers. The crop sang nine more times and she was weeping openly before it was over.

"That's enough for now slave, go do as I told you." Thomas ordered. 

"Yes master, thank you master." Diane said. Remembering what Jeannette has said she then said. "Thank you for punishing me master." 

"Good, go now." Thomas said and Diane rushed from the room. She hustled down the hallway and into the dining room. She got a glass and drank two full glasses of water. Then she headed upstairs and found Jeannette running a dust mop down the hallway. 

"Hi Diane, did you do number two?" Jeannette asked in greeting.

"No, and I got ten lashes for forgetting to call Thomas Master." Diane said wiping her eyes. "Where's the bathroom. I really have to pee." 

Jeannette nodded and said. "I know, the slave bathroom is on this floor. There's another one downstairs too." Jeannette took her to the door and pointed. It said bathroom on the brass plaque and followed Diane in.

Diane blinked at the bathroom. Six toilets, no stall walls at all. The toilet paper was hanging by the wall, and there were six sinks lined up across from the toilets. On the other side, a large open area shower was obvious. Jeannette passed her by and walked to one of the toilets and sat down. She started to pee in a moment and then wiped herself and stood up walking to the sink to wash up.

"What's wrong Diane?" Jeannette asked.

"There aren't any stalls." Diane said. "Let me guess, guys will be using this too." 

"Yeah, but don't worry. They're too busy to pay attention to us. We all are. Come on, we have work to do. Slaves always have more work to do." Jeannette said.

Devon sat back and listened to Thomas's report on Diane. "So she's very good with females, her time as a lesbian no doubt, but utterly inexperienced at males?" 

"Yeah boss, frankly, you can't lose this bet. There's no way she can do anything but improve. She was getting red warnings all the way through. I finally stopped her because any more and she'd get too discouraged." Thomas said.

"I talked to Rebecca already, she says the girl has some desire to please, but is very modest, and shy." Devon said.

"Yeah, she tries to hide herself. We never had this problem before." Thomas said smiling.

"I know, but now we're doing this differently. She's cleaning with Jeannette now right?"

"Yeah, I sent her up right away." Thomas said.

Devon nodded. "I talked to Dominique who got the story on the girl. She tends to follow a crowd into the VIP, but is otherwise broke. She lost her job about two weeks ago when the store she worked at burned down." Devon swiveled and looked out the window. "Do you think she'd make a good house slave?" 

"I don't know boss. She's real inexperienced, but it's like she wants to please, but doesn't know how. A couple months ago, I'd have said put her back in the chair, but that's out now." 

"Yeah, it is. We're not making robots anymore. We're making slaves by choice." Devon said. "It means more psychology, and less technology." He turned around smiling. "Rebecca said that Jeannette lost clothes again." 

Thomas laughed. "I think she does it on purpose, too long running around naked. Doesn't feel comfortable dressed anymore." 

Devon nodded his own smile evident. "Well let's see what we can do to give them back to her." Shrugging he said. "Perhaps in a day or two." 

Diane was polishing the brass plaques on the second floor with Jeannette. She realized that Jeannette was much further along than she was, and glanced at the door across that Jeannette had done. It was just as shiny as the one she had done. Diane suddenly realized with a start she had forgotten she was naked. "Shit." 

"What is it Diane?" Jeannette asked.

"I forgot I was nude." Diane answered.

"Like I said, we're slaves. We're supposed to be like this." Jeannette said. 

Jeannette finished her side and started back up Diane's side to help her finish. Then she put the cleaning stuff away and they washed their hands to get the chemical stuff off of it. Jeannette said. "Dinner's probably about ready. Since I'm up here, they won't send someone for us."

Diane followed Jeannette to the dining hall and noticed that Jeannette took her time at dinner. "Aren't we in a hurry now?" 

"No, we're done with our chores tonight. So we can relax a little bit." Jeannette looked around and said softly. "Want to go to my room and listen to my radio?" 

"You have a radio in your room?" Diane asked astounded.

"Yeah, Master Devon got it for me when we arrived. He said I was allowed to listen to it whenever I want, so long as my chores are done." 

"What about me? Won't I get in trouble?" 

Jeannette shook her head. "No, as long as I'm there, I'm the one that will get in trouble. It should be OK though. You're only here for a week, so they won't be so strict with you." 

"How bad does it get, if you're here longer?" 

Jeannette shrugged. "As bad as you want it to be. Your behavior controls your punishment." 

Diane thought that made a lot of sense. She followed Jeannette upstairs and instead of turning left turned right towards the staff hall. She walked down past a number of doors, a few were cracked open, and the sounds of a TV came from a room down the hall. Jeannette stopped at one and opened it. Diane looked at the plaque and it said "Slave Jeannette." 

Diane followed her in and found a bed, with a full sized mattress, a dresser, and a closet. A wooden chair and on the windowsill, a small boom box style radio. Jeannette sat on the bed, which was made with a quilt and cotton sheets, and turned the radio on low. 

Diane sat on the chair and saw Jeannette sit and close her eyes, and just float along with the music. The small window looked over the ocean, and Diane saw it was dark, and the day was over. She listened to a couple songs and suddenly felt very tired. She began to blink fast and found she was jerking her head as she drifted off in the chair. 

"Come on, let's get you to your room." Jeannette said. "Sorry, no sheets or blankets, but the rooms are warm enough all night. You'll be fine." 

Diane followed Jeannette back to her own room and walked in. She sat on the futon and then lay down. Soon she was asleep, the day had been long and emotionally draining. 

The lights suddenly came on and Diane was completely lost. She took several seconds to remember where she was. She had slept pretty well on the futon, she quickly sat up and then her door opened and Jeannette was there. 

"Morning Diane, come on, we have to get cleaned up before breakfast, and then you have Ballet." Jeannette said.

"Hi Jeannette." Diane said following her to the bathroom. Jeannette used the toilet, and then was in the shower while Diane tried to relax enough to empty her bowels. Jeannette was brushing her teeth with a toothbrush and brushing her hair while Diane showered quickly. At the sink, she found a toothbrush and a hairbrush. She used both and then followed Jeannette out to the hallway.

"You really have to pick up the pace in there. We don't have enough time to worry about privacy or modesty. That's for the Masters, not us." Jeannette said. 

"Sorry, I'm just not used to the barrack style of life yet." Diane said. 

"You'll get used to it. Slaves are always on a schedule, and our schedule is set by the Masters." Jeannette said. "Isn't that the most awesome thing? Knowing that what you have to do is already worked out for you. So you get to just do it and not worry."  

"I guess. You seem awful chipper this morning." Diane said with a sly grin. 

"Yeah, well Master Andre saw me in the hall after I dropped you off, and invited me in for a little romp. He's wonderful in the sack. Always gives out lots of orgasms." Jeannette said smiling. 

Diane shook her head in amazement. "Does everyone fuck you?" 

"Yeah, now and then. They also fuck one another at times." Jeannette said. "Since I'm the only slave right now, I'm the only one who can be commanded that way." 

Diane found a small bowl with scrambled eggs with bacon in it on a tray with a piece of toast and a glass of orange juice. She sat with Jeannette and asked a question she had thought of. "You say that you're the only slave, like there's going to be more, are there?" 

"Yeah, Master Devon said that we'll take on another four house slaves, to help with the training and housekeeping. I'll still be the lead slave, and they'll work for me on the cleaning detail." 

"So do you get paid or what?" 

"Sure, wouldn't be legal otherwise. House slaves get five hundred a week plus room and board and clothes, when they're allowed to have them. The money is deposited into a savings account, and managed as a trust. Slaves don't need money you see. We get a week of optional vacation, if we want it. We also get training and sex." Jeannette said smiling. 

Diane thought about that. "So you get five hundred a week into a savings account? Forgive me, but how do you know it's really in the account?" 

"Easy, it's all online. You can log in any time, and check your balance. You also have to pay taxes, and that's done through the lawyers that oversee everything in New York. So every week you get the money deposited into your account, and you can use any computer in the office downstairs to check it." Jeannette said. "I checked mine last week, and there was over two thousand dollars in it, all earning interest."

"So when you leave here, you'll just get your money and what, retire?" 

"I guess, I don't know really. I don't want to think about leaving Master." Jeannette said. "I know I'll probably have to one day, but I think I'll die about the same time." 

Diane thought about the money. In her apartment in New York, she had about four hundred a week after paying rent and that didn't include food costs. In New York, four hundred goes almost nowhere. You still have to pay to travel, be it by bus or subway. You have to buy food, and even if you eat in most days and nights, it doesn't leave much left to spend on fun. 

Jeannette put her tray back and Diane finished her juice and did the same. 

"OK Diane, you've got to go to Ballet, and I've got to go clean the bathroom we used. See you around later." Jeannette said. "Ballet is right that way, same place as yesterday. Bathroom on this floor is right under the one above." Then Jeannette was gone in a flash up the stairs to start cleaning. 

Diane walked to the ballet room and entered. Mistress Rebecca was waiting for her and looked up at the clock. "Good girl, you're on time today. Not a bad start. Let's review, your walk and your kneeling first, then we'll move along shall we?" 

Diane got the cane right away until she stopped trying to cover herself, and then moved along. This time after kneeling, she got the slave mouth command, and was corrected until she got the position right. Then she walked some more, with minor corrections, and knelt and slave mouth again.

"Not bad today slave. I'll report to Master Devon that you're trying, and suggest that you be given a blanket for your bed." Rebecca said.

"Thank you Mistress." Diane answered with her head down. A blanket, Diane was surprised at how proud she felt that Mistress Rebecca thought she'd earned a blanket.

"Now off to lunch with you slave. After lunch, you're in oral arts." Rebecca said and shooed her out of the training room.

Diane hustled to the dining room and was surprised that Jeannette wasn't there yet. She took a tray that the cook was laying out and she went to eat. She had learned that you had just enough time to do something, and not one minute more.

She was almost done with her meal when Jeannette came in. "Hi Diane." 

"Hey Jeannette. Running late?"

"No. Master Devon had me filing some stuff, so after lunch I just go back and clean up the downstairs training rooms and then I'm done for the day." 

Diane glanced at the clock and saw she had been in the dining room for almost twenty minutes. She guessed that Master Thomas would be most unhappy if she was late. "Got to run, am off to Oral Arts next." 

"Have fun Diane." Jeannette said as she started to eat. 

Diane hustled to the bathroom and used it quickly and then off to Oral Arts to try again at station two. 

Thomas coached her this time, and she started to see green lights as she worked the model. "Green lights mean you're doing it right, and can move on." Thomas explained.

Diane worked at it for a long time, getting a few green lights, but no flashing task complete signal. Thomas called her away. "Diane, you're still not loving on the cock." 

"Sorry Master, I'm trying." Diane began.

Thomas waved that away angrily. "No you're not. If you were trying, you'd be past number two now. Wait here." He went to the hallway and looked up and down. Then he called "Jeannette?" 

There was no answer and he came back in and frowned. "She's out of clothes now, so she won't have a radio for me to call her. Damn." Then he said. "Move aside slave."

Diane moved aside and Thomas knelt before the station. "You don't understand this task because you're still thinking of this as a machine. It's a training aide, because if you were practicing on me all day I'd end up with a chapped dick." 

Diane giggled slightly under her breath at that idea. "Yes Master." 

"Good, now here's the thing. You aren't doing this as a chore, or you shouldn't. You should be doing this to please and tease the master. Remember, a slave's only desire is to serve, and please the master." Thomas then began to lick and caress the cock with his mouth. He almost immediately got flashing green lights and within six minutes, had gotten "Task Completed." 

He knelt back in a comfortable variation of the slaves kneeling pose. "Now, you see, it's a pleasure to serve, a pleasure to serve the master. All we're doing is teaching you the techniques, how to serve the master properly." 

"Master, forgive me, I assumed that you didn't. I mean, I didn't think that masters did that." Diane said flustered.

Thomas smiled. "I was a slave before I was a trainer. We all were. Where we were trained, they believed you couldn't be a good trainer unless you've been a great slave." Then he became sterner. "Which means we know when you're fooling around or slacking off, because we did that too." Rising he pointed at the station. "I want some green lights." 

"Yes Master, thank you for explaining Master." Diane said as she hustled before the station and began again. This time, she worked harder, focusing only on pleasing the master, and ignoring the fact that the master in this case was a machine. She suddenly stopped and stared at the screen in confusion. It said "Task Complete." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 02



"Now slave, you're doing it right." Thomas said. "Now, you're trying to please the master."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Diane said. Then she remembered what Jeannette had said. Devon was the Master's Master. She looked up at Master Thomas in a new light, and with this sudden understanding, that Master Thomas was in fact serving. He was serving Master Devon, who was serving the slaves, giving them tasks, and making them better. Diane sat open mouthed, as she understood suddenly the simple truths behind this place, and her desired lifestyle. Everyone served. Everyone was served. 

"Slave Diane, I said you could go now." Thomas said with a stern voice.

"Yes Master, I'm sorry, I was just realizing a bunch of things." Diane said.

"Well for dawdling, I'm thinking you should get at least ten lashes." Thomas said moving towards the umbrella stand.

Diane stood and put her hands behind her head as she said. "Yes Master, thank you Master." 

Thomas returned with the small crop and delivered ten quick and sharp blows. Diane's ass sang out its protest. She felt the sting all the way to her core, and she allowed only two gasps in pain to escape her. She was determined to suffer her punishment as stoically as Jeannette did. 

"Now, go to the office, you should find Jeannette there, or someone who will know where she is, and assist her with whatever task she has." Thomas said as he replaced the riding crop.

"Yes master, thank you for punishing me master." Diane said and left with tears running down her cheeks. She ignored her nudity, it was the second day she was running around naked, and she was starting to get used to it. She arrived in the office and looked around for Jeannette. 

"Diane?" A voice from behind her said. 

Diane turned around and saw a great looking guy wearing a blue shirt and tight pants with his dark blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Uh, Yes sir?" 

"I'm Andre, one of the more advanced instructors. I didn't think students were sent to the office often."

Diane understood what Jeannette meant about Andre, he was awesome all right. "Master, forgive me, I didn't know you were a Master." She suddenly stammered. "I was sent to find Jeannette." 

"It's all right, for the future, general rule, unless they're wearing a collar, like Jeannette, they're a master OK?" Andre said with a gentle smile.

"Yes Master, thank you master." Jeannette said bowing her head submissively, and suddenly remembering she was naked in that instant. She started to cover herself, and then stopped, she was a slave, and she didn't have anything to hide from him, he was a master. If she was lucky, he might give her a romp in the sack.

"I think Jeannette's in the kitchen helping Chef with dinner." Andre said. "If you don't find her there, let me know and I'll find out where she is." 

"Thank you Master, I'll go find her now." Diane said and took a quick leave from the office area. She passed one open door on her way to the kitchen and saw Mistress Rebecca in a chair with her leg over the arm talking to Master Devon, and then she was in a dining room, and through that to the Kitchen. She found Jeannette wearing only an apron and cutting up vegetables and rushed to her.

"Hi Diane, this is chef, at least that's what we call him. His name is really John, but we just call him Chef." Jeannette said smiling at the man who was cooking. 

"Hi Chef, Jeannette. I was looking for you and went to the office. Thomas, sorry Master Thomas said you might be there." Diane started in a rush. 

"I was its cool, chill out Diane." Jeannette said. 

"I met Master Andre." Diane said.

Jeannette nodded knowingly. "OK, that explains the flustered appearance." 

Diane bugged her eyes out at Jeannette in the international will you shut up look.

Jeannette laughed and went back to cutting. "Help Chef, knead some bread or something."

Diane went to work and almost forgot she was naked around the man known as Chef, who wasn't a master apparently. She put on an apron to keep from getting her tits in the food as much as she was trying to protect herself.

She handed Chef the items he wanted, and she helped him prepare a large meal. Then she looked at it. No meal she'd had was that complex, at least not yet. Chef stirred a pot and saw her curious expression. 

"So Diane, just figuring out that you won't be eating that meal?" Chef asked smiling.

"Yeah, I guess I did. For the masters right?" 

"Yes, for them. Jeannette will eat with them when we have no trainees. Or when other house help is here to take turns eating with the trainees. For now, its just Jeannette so she eats what she's always eaten. The slave diet is partially her doing, what she said she's always eaten as a slave." Chef said.

Jeannette came out of the pantry pushing a cart with two trays on it. She started to set up the bowls and small plates for the bread and glasses. "Well, we didn't have bread, and we didn't have juices, but that place was a lot harder than here." 

"Wow, just a bowl of stew?" Diane asked.

"Yeah, and only two meals a day, if you were lucky. Sometimes you missed a meal, if you were being punished or something." 

Diane saw Jeannette do something she hadn't ever seen, she watched Jeannette stop and look out the window. Then Jeannette seemed to catch herself and went back to work. "Sounds rough."

"It was, but because of my time there, I'm here. I'm with Master Devon, who is wonderful to me, and Mistress Rebecca and Master Thomas who've trained me in the past. Master Andre is new to me, but he's a great trainer." Jeannette said as she put a slice of bread on each tray. 

Diane got the juice from the fridge and poured a glass for each of them and then watched while Chef spooned out two bowls worth of stew and put them on the tray. 

"OK Jeannette, you're ready to eat." Chef said. 

"Thanks Chef, I'll be in to help clean up in a bit." Then she pushed the cart through another door to the slave dining room.

Diane followed her and they sat and ate together. "Jeannette. The place you were at before, was it a school like this one." 

"Yeah, sort of." Jeannette said. "It was a lot harder, and since I've been the test subject for each of our training phases, I was able to make it more civilized while keeping the spirit of the slave in it." 

"Wow, I can't imagine how tough the other one was." Diane said honestly. "I mean, I'm about to flip out and this is the easy one?" 

"Not easy, a slaves life shouldn't be easy. Just less harsh." Jeannette said.

"I got whipped again by Master Thomas." Diane said.

"Keep that up and they'll think you like it." Jeannette said smiling.

"He showed me on the station what I was doing wrong. Showed me how I should be doing it. I didn't know they were all slaves at one time." Diane said.

"They were all recruited from the ranks as they say. Each had gifts that other trainers saw, and passed the knowledge of training onto." Jeannette said. "I knew Thomas when he was a slave. He was very intelligent, and they decided he would make a good trainer. Master Devon chose him to be here." 

"Oh, when will you be a trainer?" Diane asked.

"I'm not a trainer, I'm a slave. I'm doing exactly what I want to do." Jeannette said as she finished her stew. "Master Devon asked if I wanted to and I said no." 

"Oh, I just thought you would want to move up." 

"I don't want to lead, or command. I want to obey, that's what I do." Jeannette said. "It's what makes me happy."

Diane followed Jeannette back to the kitchen and helped her clean up the pots and pans, and then the dishes when they came in from the master's dining room. After that, they sat in the kitchen and just looked out the window at the night sky until Diane felt sleepy and went upstairs to her room. She opened slave room number one, and found a blanket waiting for her on her futon pad. She smiled, Mistress Rebecca had been good as her word, and Diane felt pretty good, she had earned a blanket. 

Which she lost the next morning by not trying hard enough in ballet, and after she was whipped, she had trouble working on station three, and got a second whipping for slacking off. Diane found that the Masters give, and the masters take away. 

On Friday morning, she rose to find the lights on and threw her blanket off of her; she had won it back on Thursday by passing stations five and six in oral arts. She looked at the big clock on the wall and then looked again. Every day it had said seven am. Today it said nine am. Jeannette came in wearing a green sleeveless dress and said. "Come on, let's get cleaned up and get some breakfast." 

"It's late, I got woken up late." Diane protested.

"No, we're going out tonight, downtown to win Master's bet." Jeannette said as she started to pull the dress over he head walking to the shower. "We don't want to be sleepy at the club do we?"

"Oh, it's Friday isn't it?" Diane asked. "I guess I'd forgotten is all." 

"Yeah, it's easy to forget what day it is when you're a slave. All you have to worry about is what am I supposed to be doing." 

Diane used the toilet and found to her amazement that she didn't have any trouble going. She'd gotten used to using it in front of Jeannette. Then she showered and was done brushing her hair and teeth when Jeannette was. She walked with Jeannette to breakfast and ate the simple meal. 

In Ballet, she breezed through the refresher, just getting tapped twice as Mistress tightened her up a bit. Then she ran the dust mop down the hallway and off to a quick lunch. After lunch, Master Thomas had her go through stations five and six again, and she got the much-appreciated "Task Complete" and was released to other chores.

With Jeannette polishing the brass upstairs, she suddenly walked to her room and opened the door. She stared in at the room and sighed. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I'm going to miss this." 

"Yeah, I tried living normally too once. I was in Oklahoma City, and I hated it. I almost went insane trying to fit in. Then I went sane, and found Master Devon, and begged him to take me back." Jeannette said walking up to her. 

"I know I'm not trained and all, but do you think Master Devon might consider keeping me too?" Diane asked.

Jeannette had been told to expect this question, and she gave the response she had been told to. "All you can do is ask." Then she looked around and whispered almost conspiratorially. "I think he's down in the office, he usually is unless he's checking on training. Why don't you go ask him?" 

Diane bit her lip and said. "If he says no, then what do I do?" 

"Diane, you're a slave, you go to the Master and ask, and then you accept his decision." 

Diane nodded and set her cleaning supplies down and rushed to the bathroom to wash the brass polishing chemicals off her hands. She then walked down the hall to the stairs and across the central area to the offices. She found Master Devon in his office. "Master, may I come in?" 

"Certainly Diane, how can I help you?" Devon said putting the book down he was reading.

"Master, I know I'm not trained, and I know I'm not a real slave yet, but do you think I could perhaps stay on as a house slave?" Diane asked.

"I'm guessing you liked it here?" Devon asked.

"Yes Master, it's like home. I know it sounds strange. I've been flogged, whipped, and been denied clothing for a week. But I'm actually happier here than I can ever remember being." Diane said seriously. "I'll work hard Master, and do anything I can to please you." 

Devon leaned back and seemed to consider this. "Diane, you've made great improvement, I know that. If you stay, the contract will be for a house slave. You'll get paid, I think Jeannette mentioned it to you didn't she?" 

"Yes Master." Diane said. "My first night, while we were listening to her radio." 

"Yeah, she's allowed into the day room, which has a TV, but she's not comfortable in there yet." Devon shrugged. "When you weren't working, you'd be training, to bring you up to our idea of what a slave should be." 

"Yes master." Diane said.

"Diane, I want you to understand. Your body would be ours, all of your body. Every hole would be used by us sooner or later." Devon said slowly and seriously.

Diane swallowed hard. "You mean anal sex?" 

"Yes, a fully trained slave is anal qualified. That is later of course, but you need to understand that the same rule applies. Safe word ends this, all of it. If you use safe word, you have to leave us then." Devon said. 

Diane knelt and considered this for a moment. "I've never done that." Then she looked up at Master Devon. "If you'll teach me master, I'll do whatever you want." 

Devon nodded at her and said. "Very well, then we'll get your employment contract ready for you to sign. Welcome aboard house slave Diane." 

Diane smiled at this. She was a slave, a real live slave. Like in those stories, but the reality, it was so different. She had a job, doing something she liked. She used to work in a store, but that just flat out sucked. 

"We still have a bet to win tonight Diane. I know you will win it for us." Devon said.

_Diane looked up and nodded. "Yes Master, I'll win it for you." 

Devon nodded and said. "I know you will. Thomas was just telling me about you're review of stations three and four. You've done well there. If it wasn't for Ballet, you'd be ready to move on to phase two." 

"I haven't passed Ballet?" Diane asked.

"No, we cut some of the positions, so you'd be better prepared for Friday. Remember, we only had one week with you when we started." Devon said.

"Yes Master. Thank you master." Diane said. 

"Now, go back to work. After dinner, we'll get you ready to head to town." Devon said.

Diane bobbed her head submissively. Then she stood as gracefully as she could, which was much improved she knew, and walked out like a slave is supposed to. Poise and posture leading to graceful movements according to Mistress Rebecca. 

Diane found Jeannette in the hallway still working and said. "I'm in. I'm a house slave now." 

Jeannette smiled at her and said. "You're certainly welcome." 

Diane went back to work and smiled all afternoon. 

A quick dinner and she was given clothing to put on and it felt so strange to wear anything after a week of being nude. "I know why you keep losing your clothes Jeannette. This feels wrong somehow." 

"Yeah, well we're going downtown, and that means we've got to look like regular people." 

Jeannette and Rebecca helped with the make up and Diane looked in the mirror and said to herself. "Well you look like a slave, or at least a slut." They had put the lipstick on extra thick, telling her to leave a ring on Luke's cock.

Diane was wearing a leather bustier similar to the one she owned, and a leather mini skirt, stockings, and three inch heels. Jeannette was wearing a frilly pink lacy top and a mini skirt. No stockings, but the required ankle strap heels were present. Diane saw Jeannette wiggle in the skirt a few times. Finally she asked. "What's wrong?"

"The underwear. I never wear the damn things anymore." 

Diane laughed and hugged her fellow slave and said. "We'll make it fine. Perhaps we can talk Master Devon into making it part of our uniform at times, to keep us in practice."

"Fuck that, I'd rather just take the damn things off." 

Diane turned as Master Devon walked out and they got into the car. Arriving at the club they entered and Diane didn't have to crash her way into the VIP, instead being escorted in by Master Devon. She knelt on his left side and waited. She was getting good at waiting. 

"Devon, I see you've brought Diane this weekend. I'm surprised. I would have assumed that you would have just forfeited the money to me." David said easing into a chair across from Devon and waving his current play toy to sit on the arm of the chair.

"David, why would I do that? I can train anyone who has the smallest submissive streak in them to become good slaves." Devon said. "I hope you brought your check book." 

David laughed and said. "We'll see. Luke isn't here yet, but he will be. I called him to make sure." 

Devon smiled. "So did I." 

They began chatting and Devon gave Jeannette a signal to which she stood and waved at Diane to follow. Diane stood gracefully, and followed Jeannette. "What's up?"

"Master told me to make sure we mingled, and when people ask you what the Academy is like, you're to tell them." Jeannette said.

"Oh, that's right, we're recruiting other trainee's aren't we." Diane said. "I was focusing on the bet."

"That's easy. You've already done enough to pass basic oral arts. Stations five and six are actually level two, but we wanted to give you enough to win the bet easily, and show the rest how awesome you really are." Jeannette said. "Advanced is a lot harder, but you'll get that too. Don't worry about that, just do what Master tells you, you can't go wrong." 

"OK, so we just mingle and answer questions right?" Diane asked to confirm. 

"Yep, and here we go, mingling away." Jeannette said.

An hour and a hundred questions later, they noticed that Luke was sitting near Master Devon. They returned to his side, each kneeling gracefully, not quite in sequence, but it's only been a week.

"Devon, I've seen improvement already. She kneels like a slave at least." Luke said grinning at David. "Should I call the bet in your favor now or go through the motions?" 

David waved a hand. "Please, kneeling like that, it probably took him all week to teach her that." He shook his head. "It's obvious that he didn't have time to teach her anything else." 

Devon shrugged and said. "I'm willing to double our bet, if you are." 

David's smile faltered. He shrugged and said. "I like the original agreement." 

Devon nodded and bowed his head all in one smooth motion. "Certainly, and once you've seen the improvement, I'll tell you when we can train your little toy up to being a proper slave." 

Marie was glaring at Diane and taking no trouble to hide her hostility. All week long, she'd been thinking of this bet, and certain that Luke was going to toss her aside in favor of this little tart. 

David said defensively. "Now hold on. There's no way you can tell me that anyone is superior to my slave Cathy." 

Devon said. "I can, and point to her right now. Jeannette is definitely better trained. You saw that last week. Jeannette is a graduate of our program. She's a fully qualified slave by our standards." Devon waved a hand. "Any order you give, she'll obey instantly. Diane has had one week, one week of our training. She's already a much-improved slave in training. Give me three more months, and she'll be a fully trained slave as well." 

David glanced nervously at Jeannette and said. "Well, Cathy will follow any order as well." 

Cathy was looking between the two. This was not what she was here for. She liked the bondage, sure. She liked the sex, but she wasn't about to be involved in some kind of macho duel with another slave. 

Devon glanced at her and then said. "Slave Jeannette. Stand and strip." 

Jeannette didn't even hesitate one moment. In twenty seconds she was standing completely nude except for her collar, which was her signature red collar. She stared straight ahead and waited for her next order. 

"Slave, mouth." Devon said. He waved his left hand to signal Diane that she was to remain still. 

Jeannette knelt gracefully and opened her mouth and waited. 

"Slave, cunt." Devon said next staring at David. 

Jeannette next got on all fours, and turned so her ass pointed at David because that's what the hand Devon had waved told her to do. Point this way. Her cunt was juicy now, opening like a flower waiting to be fucked. 

Devon smiled and leaned forward. "Of course, could we forget the final hole?" Devon waved his hand. "Slave ass." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 03



 Part 03: House Slaves.

Diane woke and found that her room lights were off. She looked around but had to step into the hallway to find out what time it was. The clock said ten am. She went next door to Jeannette's room, and knocked, but got no answer. She opened the door, and discovered that Jeannette wasn't in there. Wondering if she should get dressed or not, she decided not. They had given her clothes last night, to go to town. She hadn't been awarded clothes yet.

Diane went to the bathroom and then wondered downstairs to find out what was going on. So far, no one had let her wake peacefully. She entered the slave dining room and found that the lights were off and the room appeared to have had no one in it all day. Diane walked to the kitchen, and found Chef, but no Jeannette. "You haven't seen Jeannette have you Chef?"

"Yes, she ate with the masters this morning. They said you'd be down later, and I should give you something to eat." 

"OK, do you know where they are now?" 

"Jeannette should be in the office, or perhaps on the training floor." Chef turned to the fridge. "How about some eggs and sausage this morning?" 

"That'll be fine Chef, thanks." Diane said confused and walked towards the office.

Jeannette was in the admin office punching information into a computer with big dark circles under he eyes. Diane felt sorry for her, and realized that she hadn't gotten much sleep, not if Master Devon had indeed taken her to bed as seemed the case.

"Diane, cool you're up. I could use the help." Jeannette said.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier? I'd have been happy to help out." Diane asked.

"Master Devon wanted to reward you for your expert performance, and felt a little sleep would be just the ticket. Don't thank me yet, you might be going to town again tonight." Jeannette said. "While I sleep."

Diane bit her lip revealing her nerves and nodded. A radio buzzed and chef's voice came over the speaker telling Jeannette that Diane's breakfast was ready." 

Diane rushed to the kitchen and returned to the office to eat and work. Joining Jeannette she found that Master Devon had made a list of all the names who had expressed interest in the Vassal Academy, and were punching them into the computer trying to get information on the prospective clients. Jeannette was making folders, that would probably end up being useless, but they were unaccustomed to doing their own security checks and felt that to begin, too much was preferable to not enough. 

Diane sat at a computer near Jeannette and started to work the list. A ringing phone interrupted her and she looked at Jeannette to see what was to be done. 

At Fort Dix New Jersey, Sergeant Geneva Price had arisen at a very late hour for her, seven thirty. However, she was due to get out of the Army on Tuesday. She had mixed feelings about that. Her life in the army had been pretty happy, but now she was a Sergeant, and she was miserable. She hated being responsible, and she hated having people look to her for answers. At five foot six, she never felt like she had any answers, and was always utterly miserable these days. Most people talk about a time when they were happiest in the Army, for Sergeant Price, that time had been in Basic Training. When she was under total control of the Drill Sergeants. 

Later, when she had graduated AIT as a fully qualified medic, she had gone to her first unit in Texas, and been reasonably happy. She was a Private 2, or one bump up from the very bottom. She was given Private First Class, and then the problems started. She was a Specialist, which she sort of considered a very competent Private, but the Army considered training stage for Sergeant. 

Geneva hated being a leader, she would get sick when they put her in charge. She talked to her squad leader about how happy she was when she wasn't in charge. Her squad leader had given the Army approved talk about accepting responsibility and the fact that if you didn't get promoted, you had to get out of the Army. 

Geneva re-enlisted, did a total of two tours in Iraq, and then decided to get out of the Army. 

She had had enough of this shit. She was not a good Sergeant, although her Platoon Sergeant said she was, she was losing sleep, and she was utterly miserable all the time. She hadn't smiled in months that she could remember, and now, in three days, she was going to sign a paper, and walk away from the army, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do then. 

Her Brother, well near as anyone knew, her Brother was on the run from the Mob, or had been caught, and the body just hadn't washed up yet. Her brother was a compulsive gambler who had not the slightest idea of what odds meant, just that he could make money if "Gluefactory Reject" managed to finish first in the horse race. Geneva knew that was true, but the odds told the probability of Gluefactory finishing the race, forget being first. 

So Geneva was going to stay with her Aunt in Boston while she tried to get on with the Boston Fire Department as a Paramedic. She had taken the courses while in the army, and could be certified as a Paramedic with only a couple more weeks of classes on procedures the way the Fire Department did it. There she thought she could be happy, she could be a fireman/paramedic until she died, and they wouldn't force her to get a promotion or anything like that. 

Then it would also allow her to explore Domination, and the glorious submission. She loved to be tied up, she loved to be controlled, and Geneva always thought she was a slave at heart. No one else's happiest time in the military was in basic training. No one liked it, not even the Drill Sergeants. Geneva loved it, and wished that her whole time in the army was like that. She didn't have to think, or make decisions, or do anything that she wasn't told to do. 

OK, she was a Medic and that was nothing more than looking at the person, and figuring out what was wrong, and putting a bandage on them until the Doctor could fix it. She handled minor things, sprains, bruises, minor scrapes and the like. Obvious things, anything remotely complicated where the answer wasn't painfully obvious, got sent to a Doctor, which is how the system is supposed to work. She had patched up soldiers and civillians in Iraq, and not minded it too much. She didn't really like it there. She guessed the Iraqi's really didn't like it there either. But she hadn't made any mistakes, and her Lieutenant had given her a Bronze Star for her courage in combat. It wasn't courage, not to Geneva, she had a job to do, she had been told to care for the wounded, and she did it. 

Geneva didn't think that she mattered. If she lived, or died, no one would care, or notice really. She just wanted to do what she was told, and she really wanted to find some cute guy who would treat her like those books. Make her kneel, bow, and spank her. Geneva wanted to have her hair pulled and a stiff cock shoved, not slid, deep into her. She wanted to stand before a crowd and be told to perform and all sorts of things like that. The sad thing was, that stuff didn't really happen.

Guys had tied her up, and then just gently fucked her. She had gone out in public without any panties under a mini skirt, and rubbed all over one guy, and he had never pulled her skirt up while she was feigning drunk to the point of falling down. He had fucked her, not all that gently, but it was lacking something. It was like the guys were waiting for her to tell them it was OK. That was most certainly not what she wanted in life.

Turning on her laptop computer that she had bought after her last Iraq trip, she waited while it cycled and then logged on to the net. She checked the news, to see if anyone she knew had died in Iraq mostly. Then she opened her email and scanned the from and subject lines. After deleting the offers to sign up for all the get rich quick work at home schemes she opened one from a friend who was still in Iraq, and tapped a quick response about getting out and keeping in touch. Then she opened one from Cathy her friend in high school who was now a world class gold digger in New York. 

That always bothered Geneva and she knew why. Cathy was supposedly the slave of David, and in reality, she had David wrapped around her finger. She told David that she needed manicures, pedicures, and spa days to look beautiful for him. Geneva wished she could kneel before David and show him what a true submissive would do, but knew she wouldn't get the chance. Geneva considered herself plain, and Cathy was gorgeous. There was no other word for it, she was tall, leggy, and stacked naturally. Geneva was short, had a B cup chest, and was sort of stocky, especially after seven years of working out every day in the army. 

Reading Cathy's email Geneva swallowed hard. Cathy was pissed off royally about something that happened at the Club de Sade. Some new guy had shown up with a perfect slave girl. Geneva read the next line twice. He actually had the little slut strip in the VIP room and then assume positions of service. He fucking had her kneeling with her mouth open, and then on all fours, and Geneva, I swear her pussy opened on command. Geneva blinked and sat back imagining that. She finished reading and then called Cathy on the cell phone to find out who this mystery trainer was, and who this slave girl was.

She hung up fifteen minutes later hornier than hell. Geneva had listened to Cathy rant and rave about Goddamn Jeannette and that fucking slut Diane who had David pacing the floor half the fucking night. David was royally pissed that he had been shown up in training a girl, and worse, had lost twenty five thousand in the process of being shown up. However Geneva had talked Cathy into reading the card that this Devon had given her. 

The Vassal Academy, in Connecticut, apparently just across the line from New York, and there was a name and phone number. Geneva could close her eyes and imagine stripping her clothing off and being told to suck a stranger off. Oh God, that would be heavenly, and the stories that Diane told of this academy of theirs. Whipping across the floor to learn grace and poise. Kneeling and licking to get the technique right. The stories of the sexual training alone had Geneva aching for release. 

Geneva wanted to call right away, but it was only eight thirty, and if anyone was up, they would tell her to call back on Monday. OK, she would relax and call in a couple hours, and then she would beg literally beg to speak to Devon. 

Cathy had also said that Diane had been hired by this fucking Devon to be a house slave. Geneva glanced at her door, and confirmed that the door was locked. A Sergeant did have one perk, they got a private room. Geneva opened her drawer and took out her masturbation kit. Lifting her shirt over her head, she played with her nipples and got them hard, then she put a cloths pin on each one sucking in her breath as she did so. The pain was intense, and exquisite at the same time. She plunged her hand between her legs and found her pussy hot and wet. God she was such a little slut. 

Geneva grabbed her biggest vibrator, and began to plunge it into her pussy. Hard, fast, and mercilessly she frigged her clit. She was horny, and needed this. She needed more though. She needed a level of degradation that would compare with being ordered to blow a guy in the middle of a club in New York. Geneva stopped plunging into her pussy, and looked around. There had to be something that would degrade her, humiliate her. Her eyes lit on the cloths she wore last night, and she knew what to do. She grabbed the panties and flew to the bed. She was now nude on her back, her nipples aching under the pins, and her pussy was throbbing under it's demands. She took her panties that had been worn about all day, and stuffed them into her own mouth, then with both hands began to fuck herself with the big vibrator. 

She felt so completely degraded, dirty panties shoved into her mouth, she closed her eyes, and imagined Devon fucking her like this, degrading her, humiliating her, and she was so close to coming. She reached up and knocked the pins off her nipples and came, as the pain of the blood rushing back into her nipples washed over her. Geneva came like a wild cat, screaming into her panties as her orgasm washed over her in powerful waves. 

Catching her breath, and removing the soggy panties from her mouth, Geneva found that her vision was only a little blurry. The masturbation orgasms, they weren't taking her breath away and leaving her fuzzy like they used to. She needed more, she needed this academy, and she needed to be humiliated, degraded, and she needed more than anything, to be a slave. 

Geneva rested a bit, and then fell asleep into a light nap. She woke at twenty to eleven, and she almost dived for the phone, but waited, she needed to be fully awake, this was important. She was going to apply for this position, this house slave or staff or whatever it was. Sight of any of the participants unseen. The story if it was true, was more than she could have hoped to find. 

Diane was punching a name into a program that searched news stories, something called Nexus and she waited while the computer looked for news stories. Jeannette answered the ringing phone and then Diane saw Jeannette stiffen slightly. 

"Yes Mistress, he's in his office. I'll get him." Jeannette said. She punched the hold button and then rose and walked down the hallway towards Devon's office. Jeannette was back a minute later and glanced at the phone before sitting down. 

"Who was that?" Diane asked.

"Mistress Dominique. You've seen her at the club, she's the one who whipped me. She works with the Lawyers who own this place and I guess pay us." Jeannette said.

"Oh, I thought Devon owned all this." Diane admitted.

"No, he's the lead trainer. The Master of Training really. Dominique handles the stuff that Devon needs her to. Stuff like legal documents, payroll, all that kind of admin thing." Jeannette said. 

Diane started to print the articles that seemed to concern the name she had been given, closing the ones that didn't have anything to do with their name. The phone rang again and Jeannette answered it again. "Vassal Academy, Jeannette speaking, how may I help you sir?" 

There was a long pause and then Jeannette said. "Yes Mistress, I'm the same Jeannette from the club last night, and last week." Diane frowned and listened to this. Jeannette then said. "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, Master Devon is in, and he's on another line. Your name, so I can tell him who's waiting and what this is pertaining to?" 

Diane saw Jeannette smile, and wink at Geneva, then heard her say. "Sure thing Geneva, I'll let him know. Please hold." 

Jeannette stood and Diane asked. "What?"

"A girl who desperately wants to talk to Master Devon about becoming a slave." Jeannette said. "Says she's getting out of the army and is begging to get a job." 

Diane shook her head. "You're famous." 

"She said she wants to do what you did Diane." Jeannette said and then pranced down the hall smiling back at Diane. 

Diane swallowed hard. Becoming famous wasn't what Diane wanted, to please Master is what Diane wanted. 

Jeannette returned and sat down and shook her head. "You were a hit last night. Master Devon has taken four phone calls before you came down, all people who were interested in viewing our little academy here." 

"Me? I'm the hit?" Diane asked incredulous. 

"Yeah. It seems that David had spent the week talking about how hard he worked with you to try and get you to suck a cock. And how the effort was utterly wasted, you were born pathetic and incapable of being even sufficiently submissive enough to be a weekend fling." Jeannette said. "His words are helping us, because now they know that Master Devon is a miracle worker, and an exceptional trainer."

The first light went out and then the blinking second light stopped blinking. Devon had picked up the phone and was talking to Geneva. 

Devon spoke softly, and kept the doubts he was feeling out of his voice. A sergeant didn't seem like a real sub, but she sounded excited about it. Then she mentioned that she was a fully qualified combat medic, and Devon smiled. 

He had been talking to Dominique about a concern that remained. No onsite medical person. The liability of the facility was in question because they couldn't find a medical representative for on site needs. Dominique was just back from her first night at a very exclusive, membership fee being a quarter million for the corporate account, bondage club near Central Park. She was telling him about the obvious money that flowed around and through that club. She had agreed that a medical person would be useful, and then talked about how hard it was to find a suitable candidate for the farms. Devon had said they would have to see what they could do. Perhaps he joked I should get off the phone and see if the call I have on hold is a nurse who dreams of being flogged. Dominique's laughter at this was realistic of course, the likelihood that the next call was the answer to their medical needs was worthy of laughter.

Devon asked. "Geneva, you said you're getting out of the Army this week?"

"Yes sir, on Tuesday." 

"You're a medic in the army. Is that like a Paramedic?" Devon asked.

"Yes sir. It's the military equivalent."

"I'm going to assume that you're familiar with various injuries that could be sustained in active play?" Devon asked.

"Yes sir, I've been a medic for seven years, and seen about every injury you can imagine. I've also been to Iraq twice. Saw a bunch of injured and sick people there." Geneva said. 

"Do you have a resume I could see? Could you fax one to me?" Devon asked next. 

"Yes sir, I could fax it from the company HQ." Geneva said. Please let him be interested she prayed.

"What makes you think you'd want to be a house staff?" Devon asked easily. Her answer would be interesting.

"Sir, that's kind of complicated. I heard about you from Cathy, that's my friend, who saw you last week and then last night." Geneva began, humiliation welling within her and she hesitated only a moment before continuing pushing the words out in a rush before she chickened out. "I've always wanted to do that, to be humiliated like that, commanded like that. I've dreamed of someone controlling me like that. The happiest I've ever been was basic training when the Drill Sergeants had us under total control. Everything that I did was by their orders and that was perfect in my mind. I want that again sir." 

Devon smiled. That was a submissive answer. She needed to be controlled, had identified it within herself, and supposedly dreamed of being humiliated like that. It wouldn't be humiliation, it would be a release for her, and that meant she might be suitable for the house staff position. Especially if she was a medic to boot. "Geneva, when would you be available for an interview?"

"Sir, I get out of the Army on Tuesday. I can sign out that morning after oh nine hundred. I can have my car packed before that, and be ready to roll that morning. It'll take me five hours to reach you. I'd be in uniform, but say, two in the afternoon Tuesday." Geneva said.

Devon raised an eyebrow. She was really anxious to see this place, and to get this job apparently. Or she was a cop who was trying to infiltrate. Well, only one way to find out, get the resume, check it carefully, and then interview the girl. "Very well Geneva. I'll see you Tuesday at two in the afternoon. If mechanical problems, or other things arise, please call and allow us to reschedule. If you'll fax that resume to me here I'll look it over before then." Devon gave the number and then wished her a good day before hanging up. Then he took the Priority Mail box that had arrived this morning and walked to the admin area where Jeannette was working.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 03



"Jeannette, oh Hello Diane." Devon said entering the room. "Jeannette, let's get Diane some paperwork to fill out to get her on payroll. Also, let's get her a blue collar, she's not a trainee anymore, well she is, but she's staff, so blue's right for her." Devon sat the box down. "Since I can't seem to keep you in clothes, and that means you have a hard time holding onto a radio, I ordered radios that would be easier for you and the other slaves."

Jeannette smiled and lowered her head sheepishly. She hated clothes, and Master knew she did. "Yes Master." 

"The radios are watches too, rather bulky it seems, but charge up and work on the frequencies we use. There are six in here, and more will be on the way if these work fairly well. Sometime today, test them from one end of the house to the other. Make sure they work everywhere, and the signal isn't blocked." Devon ordered.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said nodding positively. 

"I'm expecting a fax shortly, when it arrives make sure I get it. If it hasn't before the two of you start running around doing Dick Tracy imitations, let me know you're running about will you?" Devon said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

"That's all then, see what these watches are like and if you think they'll work for us." Devon ordered and then turned back to his office.

Jeannette opened the box and took the first smaller box out. Handing one to Diane she took one herself. Diane opened the box and found bulky damn wrist watch. It had a small digital display and a bunch of buttons. She affixed it to her wrist and decided it wasn't too heavy.

"Why do we need radios?" Diane asked.

"In case Master wants us, so he doesn't have to look all over for us. He just says on the radio, Jeannette get your ass over here and I come running." 

Diane nodded. "OK, so they all have regular walkie talking things, and since we're naked, we get science fiction wrist watches." 

Jeannette nodded. "Yep, it says they can charge over night plugged in, no problem there, our rooms have outlets for stuff like that. Then they should work all day. I guess that depends on how much you talk on them." 

"I guess." Diane said. "I think mine says it's got a three quarters battery. Or it says that the time is three quarters. I'm not sure." 

Jeannette laughed. "Ok, set yours to five, and let's test these out shall we?" 

Diane did so after a time and finally said. "Ok, I have a five in the channel window, and the volume set for three." 

Jeannette pushed a button that said talk and was rewarded immediately with feedback screeching out of Diane's watch. "OK, they work." She said releasing the button. "Go to the training floor, and then the trainee sleeping floor. Call me from a couple of the rooms as far from here as you can get, and I'll wait for Master's fax." 

Diane got up and walked away after agreeing and sent off towards the training floors. They tested the radios and found that in the farthest rooms, the signal was just a little weak, but was readable. In the stairwell, Diane looked down, she hadn't been in a basement yet, and decided that would be good. She doubted that they would work through the walls of the basement but decided to test anyway. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs she tried to call Jeannette.

"God, where are you, it sounds like you're on the moon." Jeannette's voice crackled weakly and distorted by static, but understandable.

"Basement, below the training area. The Dungeon is what it looks like."

"Yeah, we've got our answer, come on back." Jeannette said.

Diane walked back to the admin area and found about a dozen papers on the desk she was sitting at. _

"Employment forms, you know, to keep the feds and state happy." Jeannette said. "Fill them out and we'll get your pay started." 

Diane sighed and sat down. She frowned when she was asked for her bank information for the direct deposit if her pay and said. "Jeannette. My bank stuff is in my purse, in my car. Am I allowed to go get it?" 

"Of course, and you can move some of your personal items up into your room. Go ahead and do that whenever you want today. We're not going to get any training done. We've got other stuff to do." 

Diane set that form aside and started on the rest. State tax form, federal tax form, and employment contract. She would be a contract employee, which meant that at any time either party could end the contract. 

Jeannette heard the fax machine start to print and she went to it. The papers landed in a tray and she gathered and looked at them to make sure this was what Master wanted. It had taken longer than he had seemed to indicate. There was a total of five pages. Two were resume information, and two were a letter, with a cover letter to indicate that a total of five pages, including the cover, were to be transmitted. 

Jeannette took the documents to Master Devon and handed them to him and returned to her computer to search for information on potential clients. Devon glanced at the letter and then started on the Resume. It was filled out for a job as a paramedic, highlighting her experience as a medic, especially the nature of injuries and ailments she had treated. However the letter was more interesting as he looked at it again.

Master Devon, 

I apologize for taking the time to write this, I know you instructed me to fax my resume, the obvious and unspoken intent was for it to be sent right away. The Resume is really intended for a job I was trying to get as a paramedic with the Boston Fire Department, and is geared that way. I'm far more interested in seeing your facility, and if it is even close to what was represented to me on the phone, and by Cathy, I'm certain I'd rather be there. 

Devon read the letter twice and decided to have Geneva checked out. It was possible she was telling the truth, and doubtful that the police would send someone to infiltrate the staff this early, however it was a new world that Devon was working in, new to him, and he decided to be very careful. Picking up his own radio he called Jeannette, and told her to add this name to the list, and run her through the various databases. Jeannette took the resume and left.

Devon returned to reviewing what Jeannette and Diane had found already. News stories about David's business dealing mostly. Nothing on Cathy so far. David however was a trust fund kid who apparently didn't fall far from the tree regarding business sense anyway. It appeared as though the mutual fund managed by him was quite successful. Devon punched the mutual fund into the computer and read the last few stories about the fund. It was rated a four out of five star fund. It's returns were not as high as some others, but it's track record, the history over the last few years, was consistently at about twelve percent.

David was either a good businessman, or smart enough to know he wasn't, and lucky enough to hire someone who was good and let them run it. Devon wondered which it was. David certainly didn't have experience in training slaves, and had allowed his ego to get him into trouble in the bet about Diane's abilities. Devon sent an email to Dominique with links to what he'd found and information on the potential client.

Diane finished filling out her forms, and gave them back to Jeannette who made copies, and put the copies into a large sheet sized envelope after writing personnel on the front. 

Diane punched the name Geneva Price into the news program and had a hundred thousand hits in minutes. OK, so she put Geneva Price and Army into the search block and found five stories. She looked and saw it appeared to be the right one and she started printing the stories out. One included a decent picture of the woman in full combat gear in Iraq. She saved the picture and printed the story leaving the picture in the story. 

Jeannette said. "OK, take that stuff and give it to Master Devon please." 

"Sure Jeannette." Diane did so and Devon asked her to wait a moment.

"Diane, you seemed panicked when I told you that your body, your entire body would belong to us. Was there a problem before?" 

"Master." Diane began and then hesitated. "My former partner, the lesbian, used to tell me how much anal sex would hurt, and it wasn't to be considered ever." 

Devon nodded. "Thank you for sharing that. We start you off small. You'll spend an entire day with a very small plug inserted. If you have no problem from that, in a day or two, allowing time to recover, we'll insert a larger plug. We'll do this to get you used to the idea, and accustomed to the feel of that hole being used." Devon waved a hand. "We'll go slow, because such fear is attached to things we don't understand, or haven't experienced. I used Jeannette anally last night, ask her how she enjoyed it." 

"Yes Master, I'll do that. Thank you Master." Diane said hoping to get out. 

"Diane, one other question, is there anything you feel like you are missing or anything that you think you'd like?" Devon asked smiling slightly. He had an idea, and thought she would too.

"Master, I'm happy to serve." Diane said.

"Oh, well I thought you might request the arousal table, partially in reward for your efforts over the last week, I know it was difficult." Devon said. 

Diane looked at the doorway briefly, and then softly said. "Master, that table, does it really exist?"

Devon raised his radio again and said. "Andre, please meet Diane in training room four. I believe she's earned a spin on the table don't you?"

The radio crackled to life and Andre said. "Yes, I believe you're right, a spin on the table would certainly be a fitting reward for her representing us so well Devon. I'm on my way." 

Devon looked up and said. "Tell Jeannette to fax these two news stories and the fax we received to Dominique. Then report to training room four." 

Taking the papers from Devon she flushed in embarrassment and said. "Yes Master." Then she hurried from the room to the office where Jeannette was sitting and grinning widely. "Master Devon said to fax these two news stories, and the resume' and letter, to Dominique."

"Oh, I thought he might be sending you to the Arousal table." Jeannette said grinning.

"That's next." Diane said blushing. "Is it really that good Jeannette?" 

"Oh yes." Jeannette said. "Let me know what you think about it." 

Diane rushed from the office and through the central area to the training wing. She saw Master Andre entering a room down the hall and she approached it trying to appear calm and in control. Entering the room she wondered if she was supposed to report or something.

"Ah Diane, good. Hop up on the table and I'll get it set up." Andre said.

"Yes Master." Diane said. God, Andre was such a great looking guy. Muscular, and handsome. However this was a little humiliating. She sat on the table and hesitated. Andre turned on a couple computer consoles and then turned back. 

"OK, legs into the stirrups, and relax." Andre said. 

Diane settled into the stirrups and Andre began to strap her in. "This is to keep you from hurting yourself. We've never lost anyone to the arousal table." Andre finished and Diane was lewdly displayed for him. She was horny, but this was a bit more humiliating than she was used to. 

Andre tapped a couple buttons and then approached her with a probe he was smearing with a lubricant. He gently inserted into her pussy, and then adjusted a couple straps. Diane already felt disappointed. It wasn't a very big vibrator, and couldn't possibly bring the kind of pleasure that Jeannette had described. Andre finalized her immobilization by carefully running a large nylon strap across her chest, and making sure it was across her breasts. Diane was unable to move more than an inch total. 

Andre tapped another button and said. "Enjoy this slave, you've earned this reward."

Diane felt the vibrator start to work. It would vibrate up a scale, pulse, and the shaft would spin around inside her. The tip would wiggle pushing her here and there. Oh, that's actually kind of nice. Diane tried to relax and then the probe stopped. She looked to Andre in question and he had a wicked grin on his face. 

"It's all right, it will do that from time to time, totally automatic." Andre said. "Oh, I almost forgot your gag. It's sort of customary you see, it keeps you from distracting the other trainees." Then he put a ball gag into her mouth and strapped it into place. It was held in by a piece of elastic and really couldn't be pushed out of her mouth by just her tongue. 

Diane felt the probe start again and her eyes glazed over. She was in heaven, then she was in purgatory, and finally, she was in hell. The damn probe wouldn't let her cum. No one had told her the thing had a sensor to know when she started to tense in preparation of an orgasm. Every time she was close, the thing would stop. She couldn't move enough to try and rub her clit with the little probe that sat right there. God it was so fucking frustrating. It was constantly changing, so she couldn't ignore it, and she had no idea of time. 

Jeannette worked in the office grinning widely. She knew the torture that Diane was going through right now. This model was different than the one she was first given. The tip of the probe moved, and the straps across the breasts had small electrical contacts. Master would push a button, and the electrical contacts would activate, and send a mild shock of electricity to push the slave over the edge. Mistress Roberta had tried this one and come out of it shaky for the rest of the day. Jeannette had tried it out and was begging master to beat her to death rather than leave her in it's grips any longer. When master had pushed the button Jeannette's mind had exploded. 

Devon leaned down allowing his face to be seen by Diane. She'd been on the table for an hour, much longer and she just might go insane. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She was in hell, tortured by constantly being denied an orgasm. Her arousal level was probably as high as it was going to get, always pushed a little higher by the machine, never allowing her to go across the mountain peak, and it was a mountain by now. "Slave, what's wrong? You don't seem to be enjoying this? Haven't you come yet?"

Diane furiously shook her head and pleaded with Devon to please take her over the top. No more teasing, please she needed this. She was desperate. Her words were muffled and indistinguishable and she couldn't form even please properly. 

"Diane, you can come, but you need our help. Would you like to come now slave?" Devon asked slowly and sensuously. He refrained from smiling at Diane's nodding head. He had already seen that the straps across her breasts were intact, and in position. "Then come for me now." Devon said and pushed the button. Small electrical currents passed through her clit and her breasts, and Devon watched Diane come.

Diane didn't know it, but the screaming in her head was also from her throat. Stars of a thousand galaxies of every shade of color exploded in her mind. She bucked and strained on the table. Her pelvis trying to jerk with the waves of pleasure running down every fiber of her body. Diane tried to focus her eyes as the Vibrator ran up a scale again and spun inside her. She had time to think Oh God before Devon again gave the command, and pushed a button. Diane bucked against the straps again as another orgasm washed over her, her head lolled to the side and her ears had stopped working, there was a rushing sound that filled her mind. 

She opened her eyes to a faraway voice. Master Devon's voice. She looked up at him, love and pleasure mixing within her belly. She focused on his words, trying to understand them. 

"Slave, can you hear me?" Devon asked.

Diane nodded her head slowly, trying to coordinate her movements. She heard the words again, and her mind exploded again. "Slave, come for me now."

Diane's limbs felt like they were being torn from her. She bucked and strained against the straps. Drool ran down her cheeks, sweat poured from her. She was dying from climaxes. She opened her eyes once to view Devon, who tenderly stroked her cheeks and then he hit the button again. Diane passed out from pleasure. 

Diane came to some time later, the clock said it was two, she assumed in the afternoon. She was in her room, and the door was open. Jeannette stuck her head in and smiled at her showing a huge knowing smile. 

Diane shifted on her bed and tried to move. Her limbs were like lead, they didn't want to respond. The memory of those climaxes was incredible, experiencing them was a mind blowing mind numbing event. She heard Jeannette's voice. She focused. "We've found that after you've undergone the table, you're pretty much useless, so you're released for all duties for the day. Just relax, and I'm going to help you to the bathroom. Chef has a plate ready for you since you missed lunch." 

"What?" Diane said, trying to comprehend the words. Lunch? Bathroom?

Jeannette smiled knowingly. She had been there and knew just how Diane felt. Reaching her hand out she helped Diane to her feet and then supported her to the bathroom. She waited while Diane took care of nature, and then helped her to the sink and supported her back to the room. She sat in the chair smiling at Diane for a bit, and then went to get the small bowl of stew that Diane would need to survive this day. 

Diane lay back feeling an euphoria that she had never known. Oh this was better than any drug, better than any drink, and Diane would do anything, and she meant anything if Master Devon would put her on the table just once more before she died.

She floated, not asleep, not awake, until she smelled food. Jeannette was setting up a small stand, and putting the tray on it still smiling. Diane smiled too, this was wonderful. She sat up and ate some food, and then floated off again to sleep. Jeannette returned to the office and went back to work. Diane would sleep most of the afternoon away, floating on clouds of euphoria. 

She woke to find Jeannette in the room. "Ok, it's time for dinner, and we're eating with the rest of the staff." 

Diane tried to move and her limbs still felt sluggish and wooden. She tried to shake the feeling as she rose and walked with Jeannette. She couldn't move fast, and Jeannette wasn't urging her to hurry for once. Walking downstairs she held onto the handrail for balance. She entered the dining room and sat where she was told to. She could hear conversation, but it was hard to follow. The world seemed very far away right now. 

Turning to her left she found Master Thomas sitting there. She looked down and saw a plate of food and she was suddenly starving. It was some roast pork, new potato's, peas, and a glass of fruit juice. There was a roll as well. Diane started to eat, and felt her strength and focus return as she ate. She realized with a start that everyone was done, but she was still working on her plate. She tried to hurry but that made her motions jerky. 

"Slave Diane, take your time, everyones like this after the table." Thomas said beside her. The others were chatting amiably and Diane finally finished the plate.

She sat and waited like everyone else. Jeannette was sitting across from her still smiling knowingly and even Mistress Roberta seemed to be smiling in conspiratorial glee.

"OK, since I can see that Diane has rejoined us mere mortals again, I wanted to say that we're liable to have some clients visiting this week. In fact, I've already got appointments with three potential Masters who want us to train slaves for them." Devon began and Diane focused carefully on his words. "We've got a hell of a program here, and all we have to do is let them see the truth of it, and we'll be set up just fine. We have a Doctor who's available on call now. Dominique has set up a deal with a new Doctor who's starving to provide house calls as needed." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 03



Diane listened to the rest of the weekly briefing and then was told to go on back upstairs and relax. She shook her head and followed Jeannette to the kitchen. Master Devon had simply nodded when she asked permission to assist Jeannette with the clean up. 

Jeannette told her in the kitchen. "You'll break all the plates, let me do those. You see to the pots and pans OK?" 

Diane agreed, her limbs weren't quite back in normal yet. "What the hell happened to me?"

"You've had four forced orgasms, after enduring a torture of arousal." Jeannette said grinning. 

"I know that, but Jesus, I can hardly move." Diane said grimly. "Holy shit. That table is something." 

"I know, it's even better than the one they used on me when I was in training." Jeannette said. 

"Oh God. I'm never ever leaving this place. Not in a million years." Diane said. 

"Oh don't go getting attached to the table just yet. Master Devon only let's us have it about once a month, if we've been extremely good for that time." Jeannette said. "He's afraid that we'll go soft if we're given it more than that." 

"I'll do whatever I'm told if you'll let me on that table just once more before I die." Diane said giving voice to her resolution earlier. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Jeannette nodded and said. "It's an amazing experience all right. It helps condition your mind to coming on command." 

Diane finished the pots and then followed Jeannette upstairs after wiping down the counters. Jeannette sighed and said. "Master wants me to start using the Dayroom. He says that the other slaves will think it's taboo if I don't go, and he wants them to be happy here." Jeannette walked into the day room and sat down. 

Diane joined her and then looked at the TV it was turned off and Jeannette made no move to turn it on. "Aren't we going to watch TV or something?" 

"I hate TV." 

Thinking about it Diane rose and looked for the remote. She found the cable box and scanned until she found a music channel. She knew Jeannette liked music, so she set up the TV to play music. 

Jeannette smiled up at her and then closed her eyes and just enjoyed the music. This she could like, and this was apparently Spartan enough to satisfy her desired lifestyle. 

Diane looked at the shelves and read titles of books that were available to read. She selected a Readers Digest Condensed book and flipped through it until she found one that sounded interesting. She was reading when Jeannette sighed and said. "I've got to go. Master Andre wanted me to accompany him to town tonight. Another club where we're advertising the training."

Diane started to rise and Jeannette stopped her. "No, just relax. You're in no shape to head to town." Jeannette stopped at the door. "Master says we should leave our doors open when we're in the room. Doesn't want his house slaves to think they are owed privacy and modesty. Of course that doesn't apply when you're in with a Master. Then it's up to them." 

Diane nodded and said she understood and wished Jeannette a good night. So her door would be open. She went back to the book when Mistress Roberta came in. "Mistress." Diane said in greeting and started to rise. 

"No, relax. I just wanted to see how you were doing Diane." 

"Fine Mistress. Thank you." Diane said.

"Ok, glad to hear it. Jeannette and Andre are headed out tonight. I wanted to check on you. Thomas says you're ready for station five in oral arts. Is that true?" 

"Yes Mistress. I'm only lacking in Ballet." Diane answered.

"In another day or two, you'll pass Ballet. We'll train some tomorrow. Today was shot with the Arousal table." Rebecca said. "We've only got to teach you a couple more positions." 

"Yes Mistress." Diane said. This was the longest conversation she'd had with a Master so far, and it was somewhat uncomfortable. She was sort of putting them on a pedestal and unwilling to allow them to come down from that height. 

Rebecca sat and said. "The training is difficult, in your case, it's going to be very difficult, because you'll also be working for us. Some night's you'll be sleeping in a training room, other nights, you'll be in your slave room. Your schedule will be full, some days you won't be able to accomplish everything, and you'll be punished. You'll be punished severely, and we'll demand more from you the next day. You'll come up to our level. You have some natural talent, we're going to push, pull, cajole, and even flog you to make the most of that talent until you are compared favorably with Jeannette." 

"Mistress, I understand it's going to be hard. I've known that since my first hour here. I've never met anyone like any of you. Master Devon is wonderful, you are too." Diane sighed. "I don't know how to say it Mistress, but I've never imagined meeting anyone like Jeannette. She came to this room and sat because Master said she was supposed to. It's like she's afraid of any luxury, and I don't know if I'll reach that point, but I'll try to please you Mistress." 

"Jeannette is the most accomplished slave I've ever seen. It's the subtle things that set her apart from a similarly trained slave." Rebecca said. "She sets a high standard, which is why we wanted her here."

"Mistress, I've worked with her off and on all week. It's like she pours her heart into every task. We were polishing brass, and she was so much faster, and it was perfect when I looked. Nothing is beneath her, no task is too much, or too little for her." Diane said simply. "She hates clothes, she hates anything that seems to be the slightest luxury. Her radio is a small and simple device, but it's like she's in possession of the most wonderful thing in the world." 

"She treasures what we give her, and she asks for nothing in return for her service except that we are pleased with her service." Rebecca agreed. "Her issue with clothes runs along the fact that she really hasn't worn any while she was a slave. She tried being a regular person once, after she was trained. I think she associates clothes with freedom she doesn't want, and won't accept."

Diane nodded. "She told me about that, she said she hated it. She said if she had to leave her master again, she hoped she died on the same day." Diane wondered if she had that depth of love within her. "She loves you all with every fiber of her being. She does exactly what you tell her, and I honestly don't know if I can do that Mistress. I don't know if I have that in me."

"That's nonsense. Jeannette has nothing you don't have, except experience. She refuses to think of herself as free here, but she is as free as you are. She can leave too. Look at her forms tomorrow, and you'll see she has a safe word too. The only thing she has is a disciplined mind, and a determination that borders on fanaticism." Mistress Rebecca said. "There is no reason why you can't have a similarly disciplined mind, and as much determination to serve as she has. None what so ever. Your time on the table today was a reward, because we're pleased with your progress, and your service. You're behavior is judged based upon your effort and your progress. Jeannette is a goal you should hope to attain, and I believe you can if you are willing to work your ass off at it." 

Rising to leave Rebecca stopped at the doorway and said. "When you reach that level, you'll know it. Because the things that Jeannette does won't surprise you anymore, because you'll be viewing your Master the same way. With the same love, and the same devotion. Then, you'll be a properly trained slave." 

Diane rose from the chair and knelt bowing her head. "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." 

"See what I mean, no command was given, you were appreciative, and wished to show that appreciation." Rebecca said. "Slave, before long, you should got to bed and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a difficult day for you." Rebecca walked out leaving Diane to think about it. They had dangled a carrot before her, and told her the stick that held it away from her was long, but she could reach it with work and dedication. 

She knelt on the floor there for a long time, thinking about what she had done, where she had been, and what her future held. Being ordered to service Luke wasn't too bad. She'd played with him once before, so he wasn't a stranger. David and she had played for a couple weeks, and then she drifted away. They were both fun, but they didn't really teach her the way these Masters did.

Rebecca had either sensed Diane's doubt, or just known. Perhaps it was that they were slaves once too, and knew what emotional and mental difficulties were on the path to being a proper slave. 

Diane was just thinking that if David had taught her to love the cock, to love sucking cock the way these Masters did that Cathy would not be sitting next to him now, she might be. Of course, if she was with David, she wouldn't be here. She wouldn't have met Jeannette, or had that table and Master's command send her into an orgasm of epic proportions. Perhaps it was a good thing that she had never met anyone like Devon and the rest before. She was lucky to be here. It was like the elite of the Master Slave world were here. Just being chosen to try and join them felt like a great honor, and they acted like she belonged here with them.

Diane then wondered about her future. Did Jeannette really fuck on command? Did the owner of the cock or pussy really not matter one bit? She had fucked Luke last week, before even knowing his name really. She had been told to perform, and she had. Without one moment's hesitation she had sucked his dick, and then fucked him silly. Diane had a slight mental advantage, she had known Luke. Could she fuck a stranger sight unseen like Jeannette could?

"Diane?" Devon called from the doorway.

Looking up startled she realized she was still kneeling and still in the dayroom. "Sorry Master, I was thinking about what Mistress Rebecca said. I was just realizing how much I've got to do to be here." Diane said in an embarrassed rush.

"You have to do nothing except give us everything." Devon said. "After that, it's easy. For now, I'll make it easy. Shut that TV off and get to bed. You'll be woken in the morning and you'll have a full day of work, and training slave." 

Smiling at this simple answer that really did solve a true slaves problem. An order, and something to do. "Yes Master." She bowed her head submissively and then moved to carry out his orders. 

She went to her room and started to reflexively close the door and then stopped. Slaves were always on display, even house slaves. Master Devon didn't want them becoming too cocky by thinking that house slaves deserved privacy or modesty. She giggled at the thought of the outrage that any of the Master's would feel if a house slave embarrassed them by showing modesty. That slave would be lucky to walk and sitting would be right out. They would beat that slave until their entire body was nothing but a cross hatched series of bruises. 

Morning brought the usual lights and Master Thomas ordered her to clean herself, and get to breakfast. She would be given instructions while she ate. Master Thomas told her she had better hustle if she wanted to get any lunch. That was her only time that was flexible. Diane was practically running to Ballet when she arrived. Mistress Rebecca was walking back and forth across the room as Diane entered. 

"It's eight oh six Diane, You've kept me, a Mistress waiting for six minutes. That's outrageous." Rebecca was waving a cane around threateningly. "I know what it is, too much luxury. You're simply not ready for it. Where is your radio watch?" 

Realizing she had left it in the charger in her room she admitted this to Mistress. "I forgot, It's in my room. I'll go get it Mistress." Diane said as she turned to go.

"ON MY TIME?" Rebecca asked obviously shocked at the very thought. "Have you gone insane by any chance?" 

"No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress." Diane said as she knelt, she was in trouble and she knew it.

Twenty lashes later, she was trying to walk with a stinging backside and legs, and her eyes were still leaking tears. She was caned back and forth across the floor, not trying hard enough and generally displeasing Mistress. No new positions were learned, the old ones were reviewed through the overly long class. 

"Slave, I'm very displeased. You'll have one sheet on your bed, only one. You are not to cover up with it. If I find your door closed while you're in there I'll have it removed. I'll personally burn it to insure you never get it back." Rebecca said angrily. "You're due in Oral Arts next, you've missed lunch with all your shuffling and crying back and forth." 

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress, I'll do better tomorrow, I promise." Diane sobbed. 

"Off with you slave." Rebecca said and pointed at the door. She swished the cane through the air as though trying to get one more swipe in on Diane before she left. After she was gone Rebecca relaxed her features from the frightening visage they had shown, and calmly walked out of the class and on to the office. Devon was talking to Andre about his experiences last night.

"How did she like failing Ballet today?" Andre asked smiling.

"Oh she's crying like a little girl. Right about now Thomas probably has her so flustered that station one is impossible." Rebecca said. 

Devon nodded. "She needed this to remind her that we're the Masters, and she needs to have that driven in to her. Doing it now will save weeks of re-training later, and that cocky crap we heard about from." 

"I can't believe that a wannabe slave said that Dominique would have to be tried out before any discussion of joining any academy would be conducted." Rebecca said.

"Hell, you talk to her next time. Apparently, that guy thought his cock was better than any other. We'd spend a month beating that shit out of him." Devon said shaking his head. "Well, someone needs to go wake Jeannette. We can't have her sleeping all day either." 

Rebecca said. "She's showing signs of exhaustion. When's the last time she had a day of pleasure?" 

"It's been a while Devon. I used her last week, but that was a short overnight." Andre said.

"I know, we're stretching her pretty thin right now, but she's the only one we have." Devon took a deep breath considering. "Give her light chores today. Only some filing, and then run the dust-mop over the entryway." 

Andre nodded and rose. "I'll do it. I want to be there later when we see Diane trying to clean the training floor." 

Devon smiled. "It's so easy to get them overwhelmed. However hard days make the other days seem easier in comparison. The bad news is that you have to endure the hard days, and not quit." 

Rebecca strolled out after Andre. Once Jeannette was working, perhaps the two of them could have a little romp. Rebecca loved to hear the squeals of the little slaves when the cane sang out. She didn't love it so much as to punish more than she should, but it always got her hot when they had that nice pink flush around the raised little welts. Rebecca was all pro though. Never striking a slave who was doing it properly. Always making sure to do her job absolutely right. That had been trained into her, that her own responses were nice, but not the purpose. 

Devon looked up after Jeannette came in to get the papers for filing. She did have dark circles starting to form. Jeannette was exhausted, and Devon considered changing his plan. He thought back. It had been at least a month since Jeannette had been on the table. A day of floating on clouds would be just what she needed. 

Taking her himself, he quickly had her strapped down and saw a huge smile on her face. She knew Master was pleased with her, and this was going to be so good. Devon added a blindfold, for an experienced slave, this added sensory depravation made the arousal so much more intense. 

Starting the cycle, Devon walked out and told Andre of his change in plans with Jeannette. Jeannette on the other hand was feeling frustrated already. She wanted to come, but knew that it took at least an hour of hanging on the edge for a good response. She soaked up the arousal, trying to control herself, and failing. She was squirming now, and she couldn't see when Master was watching. She tried to call for him around the gag, and the muffled sound was lost on an empty room.

It had been two hours, and Jeannette was weeping openly at her frustration. She was so fucking horny, she could probably come if someone said just the word. Jesus where is Master, he can't leave her here to die from frustration could he? She was squirming around trying to get free, her hands twisting and grasping at nothing. She had to get free, just one hand. Just for one damn second she could make herself come if she could just reach that fucking clit. Desperation would be the only word to describe her physical and mental state. 

"Come for me now Jeannette." Master said and hit the button.

Jeannette exploded. Diane had been summoned from her cleaning chores to see what the table looked like from the other side. Jeannette's mind shattered into a billion pieces. She had waves of pure pleasure drowning her. She bucked twisted and screamed into the ball gag. Drool escaped as she screamed and she wondered idly for a brief moment if Master was enjoying this too. Then master hit the button again, and Jeannette started the buck and wiggle routine again.

Devon smiled at Diane who was standing watching. She was fascinated at Jeannette's orgasm. Then Devon hit the button a third time. Jeannette shook in the straps as another orgasm was forced from her. When it subsided, she lay twitching from the residual electric shocks that were still dancing along nerve endings. Her breathing was coming in exhausted pants. 

Devon held his hands up and said simply. "Come for me now slave." And she did it again. 

Diane blinked and saw Jeannette buck and strain again as another orgasm, this one induced by only Master's voice washed over her. This time Jeannette went still after a moment, showing that she too had passed out from the effects of the table. 

Diane was sitting and watching Jeannette recover, Jeannette slept with a goofy grin on her face. She was obviously in bliss, and Diane knew that Jeannette was floating on clouds of awesome pleasure. 

Jeannette dreamily opened her eyes after an hour or two of being in bed, she smiled at everything and everyone. She allowed herself to be steadied to the bathroom, and then lay back down and went to sleep. She felt really good, and really loved. The world was a wonderful place. 

Diane fed Jeannette dinner in bed, and then returned the tray to the kitchen where Chef had already taken care of pots and pans, so Jeannette washed dishes and after cleaning the kitchen she went to her room and opened the door. The bed had a single sheet wrapped around the mattress. Nothing else was on the bed, obviously Mistress Rebecca hadn't forgotten her bad behavior earlier. Diane ducked next door and checked on Jeannette and found her sleeping peacefully. Then she lay down on her bed and slept on the sheet in full view of anyone who wished to see her laying naked on the bed. She woke at four am with her hand between her legs masturbating. She was horny, and she knew it.

Damn it, all this walking around naked, she should be able to get laid right? Instead she was woken from a very erotic dream where Master was watching her take two men on, and she was horny as hell. She heard Rebecca's voice from the hallway. "Naughty girl." 

Diane looked up and didn't see Mistress, but she knew that Mistress knew. Resigning herself to more punishment she rolled over and went to sleep. The closed door had been a big boon, now that was gone, probably forever. Diane felt miserable, just as horny as could be and she knew she mustn't touch herself. Her orgasms belonged to master, that had been made very clear. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 04



Part 04: The Medic

In the morning Diane was woken by Jeannette who then led her to the showers. She was put on a toilet with the cuffs still on. Diane emptied everything, and then had to stand there while Jeannette wiped her. Humiliation didn't begin to describe how she felt. Then she stood while Jeannette washed her, and then while Jeannette brushed her hair and teeth. 

She was allowed to feed herself, by bending down she could get a spoon full of eggs and lift it to her mouth. Then she went to Ballet class and was on time.

"All right slave, you can't do this properly if you're wearing those manacles, so I'm taking them off for the duration of the class. Any nonsense from you and I'll chain you up hand and foot in one of the slave rooms." Mistress Rebecca had said harshly.

Diane tried hard, and was rewarded by only being struck a few times for minor corrections. She was taught Slave Cunt position one. Which was on her back, with her legs pulled up and out of the way. She was taught Slave Cunt position two, on all four's with her back arched to give Master access to her "hungry little cunt." 

Her manacles were placed upon her and she was told that class was finished, go to the office, and see what chores needed to be done. 

Master Devon's office door was closed and Jeannette, wearing a print summer dress was filing some papers that were on her desk. She looked up and smiled. "Diane, I know, it's hard. Believe me I know." 

Jeannette had suffered in the Manacles to get an idea of what the other slaves would experience. 

"This is really humiliating." Diane said and then asked. "What chores are there for me to do?"

"Go upstairs and just go over the sleep training area." Jeannette began. 

Devon's door opened and he walked out with Cathy and David. 

"Ah Diane, I see you're here. Go upstairs and start to clean the slave sleeping area." Devon said.

Diane hung her head. David was gaping at her and Cathy's eyes had nearly popped out of her head. "Yes Master." Her humiliation was intense, incredible. Unendurable. Tears leaked from her eye and she felt as if the world was watching her. 

"What's with the cuffs?" Cathy asked. Cathy was scared, what if they made her walk around nude wearing cuffs like that? What if David thought this was great fun and made her stay like that for a long time.

"She's being punished. She was caught masturbating. She's learning it's Masters cunt, not hers, not anymore." Devon said presenting the documents to David.

Cathy smiled, enjoying the utter humiliation of Diane. David was still in shock to see this, and wasn't enjoying her humiliation, yet. Diane wanted to die. It would be infinitely less painful that this. 

"Slave, go about your chores. Run a dust-mop down the hallway on the slave sleeping level." Devon said.

"Yes Master." Diane said and turning rushed from the administration area. 

Jeannette was hot on her heels. She could see her friend shattering, and she had to stop her before she did something wrong, like quit. In the central area Jeannette stopped her and said. "Diane, wait for me. I wanted to make sure you were headed towards the slave sleeping area." 

"If I'm staying." Diane said, her eyes were fixed on the end of the hallway upstairs that went to the Staff Quarters. She had some clothes in her room, she could leave and forget this place. She suddenly sobbed and turned to Jeannette with tears on her face. "I feel so fucking humiliated." 

"Don't." Jeannette said and took her arm escorting her up the stairs.

"What? How do I not feel humiliated? Jeannette, do you have any idea what they're thinking right now?" Diane asked astounded.

"I don't care, you shouldn't either." Jeannette.

"How do I not care? Then realizing that Jeannette hadn't asked permission to leave she said. "Oh shit, you're not supposed to be here." 

"Well if I get in trouble, it means I lose clothes," Jeannette shrugged. "It's not your cunt, it's masters, you gave it to him, you gave him everything remember?"

"I know David and Cathy, how is it I'm always being humiliated around him?" Diane asked.

"You shouldn't feel humiliated." Jeannette began turning into the sleeping hall. "You should feel sorry for using Master's cunt. You should feel sad you're being punished. You should feel happy that Master believes you'll make a good slave, and has taken you on to stay here with us. You should not feel upset or humiliated if anyone else thinks anything about you. Master's opinion is the only one that matters." 

"Jeannette, I know them." 

"It doesn't matter. You're not a slave for them, you're a slave for us. You're not with them, you're with us." Jeannette said. "You're a slave, here with us. We think you're pretty great, and we think you're going to make a great slave. That's the only opinion you should care about."

Diane looked to her hopefully. "You think I'm going to be a good slave?"

"No, I think you're going to make a great slave." Jeannette said. "Now, go ahead and start on the floor and see what needs to be done after your class this afternoon. We have a lot to do here Diane, and you've got to help me, so we can get you through phase one, and we can have playtime after our chores are done."

"Playtime?" Diane asked.

"Yeah, no one told you, but house slaves out of phase two can play with qualified house slaves, which is me. If our chores are done." Jeannette said. "Phase three slaves can make love with equals, other slaves in phase three, or with other qualified slaves. Also the Masters will begin to call you into their beds, and that means you're going to have a lot of love. I'm anxious to see your technique, it's not that often that I get to be on the receiving end of a talented lover." 

Diane felt a rush run trough her and she groaned. "Now you've gone and made me horny again." 

Jeannette smiled. "Then try harder in Ballet, and in Oral arts, and we can go play." 

"Jeannette on another issue. I need to shave my legs. The stubble's coming out and that means my bags from my car. Unless you want to loan me your stuff." 

Jeannette nodded. "I've got you down for a waxing tomorrow. We would shave you, but frankly, this hurts more, and works better. Besides, I don't shave. I've had all my hair removed permanently." 

"Didn't that hurt?"

"For a couple days, it's like a bad sunburn. Then you don't have any more razor stubble, or hot wax, or anything ever again. That's awesome." 

"OK, guess that covers things. Now I guess I better get to work. Slave's duty and all that sort of thing. Thanks again." Diane said. 

Jeannette smiled and left. Diane started to work on the cleaning detail. 

Jeannette returned to the office just as Devon was taking David to the Slave Dining facility. She fell in with the group and noticed Devon's unhappy expression at her absence. She lowered her head. Devon decided that some discipline was in order. 

"Jeannette, you had some duty that took you out of the office?" Devon asked after excusing himself to the clients.

"No Master, I escorted Diane to the cleaning detail." Jeannette said.

"I didn't instruct that, did someone else?" Devon asked knowing the answer.

"No Master." Jeannette said. 

"Twenty lashes, and no clothes." Devon said. 

Jeannette took the dress off and then carried it until she was able to leave it somewhere.

On the training floor, Devon showed them the Ballet room and while he was there decided that this was a good time for the punishment. "Jeannette, fetch a cane and we'll get your punishment over with." 

Jeannette got the largest cane and gave it to Master Devon and then turned and put her hands behind her head. Devon stripped her ass and the backs of her legs. Welts began to rise, and they glowed an angry pink. 

Jeannette was sobbing silently with tears running down her cheeks. When she was done and Master's anger abated she turned and knelt before him and said. "Master, thank you for punishing me." 

"You're forgiven now Slave Jeannette, take the cane and return it." Devon said.

Diane was cleaning the bathroom when she heard the voices on the floor. Devon was showing David and Cathy, who looked most unhappy Diane noticed, the sleeping rooms. 

"So you can see David, that the room has just enough to sleep with. We don't take the futon, they can't lose that. They can be chained up, but never away from the futon. Slaves are ours to care for. We're responsible for their welfare." Devon said. "On this floor is also the live testing rooms, and the sleep training rooms." 

"OK, Sleep training, you've mentioned that, but what is it?" David asked.

"Allow me to show you." Devon said and walked down the aisle as he explained. "The cage is electrified, low voltage, just enough to shock them if they touch the top or the sides. A bit more than you'd get from a static electricity shock in the winter."

"Why would you do that?" Cathy asked. 

"A slave is honored to sleep with Master from time to time. If they are permitted to sleep with Master, then they should lay quietly, not toss and turn, and not disturb the Master." Devon said seriously. 

David smiled at this and glanced at Cathy. It was obvious she disturbed them when they slept together. Cathy bit her lip and looked in the room. Devon continued. "As you can see, the cage is large enough, and there are different sizes of course, to lay in. Once the top is closed, it's lights out. Then you sleep in the cage. If you move, you get shocked. It's only fair, since your moving around would probably disturb your Master. If you snore, or talk in your sleep, anything above the slightest whisper would set off the audio sensors, which trigger an alarm, a series of rapid beeps. Those tend to startle you awake, which causes you to touch the cage, and you get shocked." 

Cathy wasn't happy about the cage, and she showed it. Downstairs they went and Diane resisted an urge to follow. 

Jeannette had been keeping between Diane and the group, masking her from David and Cathy. Following Devon downstairs she waved a hand at Diane to get back to work. 

Diane grinned sheepishly, having already noticed that Jeannette was nude, and striped. Clear evidence of her being punished again. 

"So David, anything you'd like to see again? Or perhaps have explained in a little more detail?" Devon asked politely.

"I'd love to see the oral arts training room a little better." David said. Cathy stared daggers at him through narrowed eyes.

Once again in Oral Arts, Devon began to explain the sensors and feedback. "I'm afraid this works better with a demonstration. Jeannette is fully qualified on all the stations. Pick one for her to demonstrate on." 

David walked along the wall and stopped before the largest male unit. "I presume this is the most advanced male training unit?" 

"Yes it is. Station number twelve. You can't graduate without mastering that station." Devon said.

"Would she be willing to show us the way it works?" David asked.

"Jeannette, review, number twelve." Devon said simply.

Jeannette walked to the station and knelt before it. She tapped the screen and saw the station was ready. She began to suck and kiss the plastic cock. 

"Now, the sensors are placed along the shaft. This unit has the thickest plastic skin, and requires more pressure to activate those sensors." Devon explained. "There are also sensors which pick up vibration. The term hummer comes to mind. There are sensors placed shallow on the unit, to test the sequence and the swirling."

David nodded and watched Jeannette get feedback correct and then saw her shift position and then bury it in her throat in one move. He blinked when he saw her throat swell and accept the plastic cock. Green lights showed she had done it the way the computer wanted. "Good lord." He said under his breath.

"Jeannette's one of the best I've ever seen." Devon said. "There aren't many who can surpass her, and that includes the society where this type of training was the norm. 

"Devon, this society you've mentioned, the one that trained all of you. Why aren't you with them anymore?" Cathy asked. 

Devon smiled and purposely ignored the obvious request. Why don't you go back wherever it is you came from. "That society still exists, but we had a great deal of influence from the outside, and when we decided it was time for us to leave that group, to retire from it if you will, we organized the best trainers, and in my opinion the best slave, to set up this facility, to share our knowledge with the rest of the world." 

David chuckled. "For a fee of course."

"Of course. David. I'll admit it, money motivates the hell out of me." Devon said.

Devon then brought Cathy down to the smaller units. "This is station four, you must pass the first four to be considered qualified at basic oral arts." 

Devon was interrupted by the arrival of Thomas. "Oh, Devon. Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I've got a class in a couple minutes." 

"Yes, Diane is about ready for phase two oral arts right?" Devon asked.

"Yeah, she's passed Basic, but we're still in review until Ballet is done." Thomas said. 

David spoke up then saying. "I think we can safely brush past the basics with Cathy. She's quite talented at this particular task." 

Cathy smiled in appreciation of the praise. She had been impressed when Jeannette had deep throated the monster cock at the end. 

"Certainly, as I said, we tailor the program to the needs of the student." Devon said. "All she would have to do is breeze through the first four, and we'll work on the more advanced phase two stations if you like." 

"Cathy, would you be willing to demonstrate on one of them?" Thomas asked.

Cathy was not willing. She didn't want to do this, she didn't want to be at this school and she didn't want to suck a plastic cock. "Uh, if David wishes." 

"Please, so we can get past this discussion of the basics." David said proudly.

Devon stepped forward and tapped the screen bringing the program online. "OK, all you have to do is follow the on screen prompts. When you do something right, the green lights flash and the screen changes to show a different technique." 

Cathy glanced at Jeannette who had just said. "Task Complete master." Jesus, she had finished that monster in a few minutes. Cathy knelt at the plastic cock and began to put her mouth on it. She moved her head down it, drawing the six inch cock into her mouth. 

Almost immediately the screen started to flash "More pressure." She sucked harder on the cock in an attempt and the screen changed. "Use tongue to push against roof of mouth." 

Cathy was already humiliated. She tried and the screen changed. "Wrap tongue around shaft as you push." 

Devon was speaking. "It takes a couple times to get used to. This is actually quite normal."

Cathy drew back and the screen changed again. Now the God Damn thing was telling her to get back to work. "Shit." 

"Don't get discouraged. Relax, and remember that this is just a training tool, it's a device to allow you to practice pleasing your Master. You're a slave, you're supposed to love Master with every fiber of your being. The idea of disappointing him or her, would be painful." Thomas said. "Now, slide your tongue along the underside as you go down the shaft, and shift your head slightly, and allow it to run across the roof of your mouth." 

Devon turned and saw Diane arriving. "Diane, please start on station seven today." 

"Yes Master." Diane said and went to her duties. Jeannette came to help her learn while Thomas was working with the potential client. 

"OK, this is harder than three, because you're supposed to be better now." Jeannette said. Kneeling next to Diane she leaned close and began to whisper instructions into Diane's ear. Softly to keep from interrupting Cathy and David.

Diane began working on the cunt and got a few green lights in a few minutes. Jeannette was right, this was harder, the touches were too hard at first, then too soft. 

Devon leaned close to speak softly in David's ear. "As you can see, the pressure of the touches come into play at station five. Now, there you're supposed to get tickling touches, gentle swirls, and a hundred other little nuances that make it better for the receiver." 

David was watching both, first his girlfriend failing without the help of the instructor Thomas to get the fucking station, and then the bitch Diane who couldn't suck for shit with him tickle the more advanced female unit. This was fucking humiliating. 

Jeannette was talking to Diane and smiling wickedly. She knew her voice couldn't be heard by the others. "When you learn station seven, we'll have to try it out. I'm qualified on every station, and am not often on the receiving end, I'm looking forward to that treat. Of course, when I do you with every trick I know, you're going to melt into the mattress." 

Diane had forgotten about the others in the room, all she could hear was Jeannette talking dirty to her, and her mind had made this plastic cunt into Jeannette's. She could see herself doing this for real, and really loving it. She put additional passion into the actions, and the computer began to respond faster as she got the actions right. She stopped and stared at the screen Task Complete was glowing proudly. 

"I did it, on my first try." Diane said in awe.

"You did it, on your first try Slave Diane." Jeannette said proudly.

Cathy was now staring at Diane in horror. They had to be lying. She couldn't be better than she was. Not on her first try. She followed Thomas with her eyes and he went and put a black check mark on station seven next to Diane's name. Number eight was blank, just as number seven had been. 

"Diane, good job. You've pleased us very much. Please go with Jeannette and finish the upstairs." Devon said. He knew what Jeannette had done. She had just upped the pressure on David, who was looking like he had brought a mangy mutt to the dog show. Devon had sent them way to keep from humiliating David any more. 

"Devon, was that a set up?" David asked.

"David, look at that board. It showed that she was not past number six. Technically she isn't supposed to be at five yet. She hasn't passed Ballet. However I sent her there because she's supposed to be training here in oral arts, and we're trying to get Cathy past it so she could be at five if she enrolled." Devon said. "I've only had Diane for ten days, you know her skill level when I got her, doesn't that prove that our techniques are excellent?" 

Cathy was sitting on the floor now feeling very angry. She was not happy about this. It took great effort to keep her mouth shut right now, she wanted to scream and shout. 

"David, give me a minute to talk to Cathy, and then we'll go back to the office. In fact, Thomas, please escort David to the office and get him a drink before he thinks we're playing some game with him all right?"

"OK Please come with me sir." Thomas said. "I know where he keeps the blue label." 

David seemed mollified and walked out. Devon squatted down and said softly. "Here's what I'm going to do for your Cathy. I'm going to tell David that we can't take you for another week minimum. I'll tell him it's set up time for students, don't worry about it. That gives you time to talk him out of it." 

"You don't want me here?" Cathy asked doubtfully.

"Cathy, you've got a small submissive streak. However you're a manipulative little slut. You use the Submission to wrap him around your finger. You're topping from the bottom, telling him what to do to dominate you, and you're scared. You're afraid right now, and with good reason. We've seen through you, and you're afraid that if we train you, you'll actually be doing things you don't want to, like truly submitting." Devon said staring into her eyes. "We can't be manipulated, if you tried to do it with Rebecca in Ballet, she'd beat you to black and blue." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 04



"I'm not manipulating David." Cathy said with too much volume. 

"Cathy, you can fool him far more easily than you can us. I've been doing this for more than twenty years. I've made my living seeing through girls just like you." Holding his hand out he said. "Come on, let's go back to the office before he drinks all my blue label." 

Cathy followed him and glanced at the other doors and said. "Can you really get me to come on command?" 

"Yes." Devon said.

"One week." Cathy said almost under her breath. "In a week you've changed Diane a lot." 

"In another three months, she'll be able to perform any task given." 

"Three months? She's almost done with oral arts in a week." 

"Cathy, the advanced stuff is very difficult. Anal training is tough. Arousal training is difficult. It took Jeannette three weeks to pass that skill. Advanced Ballet is tough. You've not seen that. It takes time for your body to catch up with your heart and mind." 

"Anal training. I don't do anal." Cathy said defiantly. 

Devon stopped just short of the office and turned on her. "Then you had better talk him out of it Cathy. Because if you come here, I'll personally guarantee that before you leave, you're taking a dozen different men anally. No part of the slave is off limits. Never. The slave obeys, because she wants to be a slave. The slave takes it up the ass if the master says to. Then she cleans the cock that was just in her ass lovingly, because she loves her master. I'll get Jeannette to demonstrate for David if you like." 

"No!" Cathy said. 

Devon understood that she was saying no to all of it. "No you won't do it? Or no, don't get Jeannette to demonstrate?" 

"Please, not that. I can't do that. It hurts." Cathy said softly. 

"You've tried before?" 

"Yes, and I cried for a week afterwards. It almost killed me Devon." Cathy said softly. "I can't do that." 

Devon looked at her for a moment. "Let me guess, too much alcohol, perhaps a little something else, and no lubricant." 

Cathy had a tear in her eye and just nodded. That about described the event.

"If you come here, you'll do it. Another thing, we teach you to do it right, so it feels good. It feels wonderful. Ask Jeannette about it. She gets fucked all the time, and loves it. She has wonderful orgasms anally. I know, I've had them too." Devon said and then gestured towards the door. 

Cathy walked in pale and scared. David was sold on this. She could tell, and she was scared to death. If she said no, she might as well move back to Boston, and get her old job back at the Donut shop. No way was she doing that. Not no, but hell no. She just had to talk David out of it.

As Devon showed them out, Cathy asked David to go on ahead and then quietly turned to ask Devon a question. "Do you think I'll be able to talk him out of it?" 

Devon smiled and nodded his head for David who was watching. "No, you won't." 

Cathy asked the next question. "You're bisexual?" 

"Yes. Now to the next question and off you go. You think you're not, but you are." Devon gestured down the stairs and she walked away in a daze. 

Cathy was telling David that she had asked Devon if he thought she would get anything out of the program and he'd been non committal, which was suspect from the way that Devon had answered she realized. That Bastard. 

Devon returned to the office and pulled his radio out. He was about to call Jeannette down to be punished, and then he stopped. Jeannette had probably done that as much for Diane who had a rough day so far, as for Cathy who was a bit catty and intimidating. Her actions had probably guaranteed that Cathy would be here, and the first real income for the corporation. Ahead of schedule, but welcome. He hesitated and then decided to discuss it with Rebecca. Then he picked up the phone to call Dominique. 

Devon after discussing the issue with Rebecca made a decision. Jeannette didn't seem to mind the almost transparent cotton beach wrap type dress as much. Devon had already ordered additional things like that, so he could clothe the rest of the slaves from time to time. He decided to have some in each training hall, and at the entrances to the administrative area. It was entirely possible that in the near future official attention would be turned their way.

After Dinner Devon was reading a book while Jeannette and Diane cleaned up the kitchen. The business phone was also in his room. It rang and he picked it up assuming that it was Dominique. 

"Hello." Devon greeted the caller.

"Master Devon, it's Geneva Price, and I apologize for calling so late." 

Devon blinked and laid the book down. "It's all right Geneva, how can I help you?" 

"Master Devon, I wanted to call and confirm that I would be there tomorrow, by two for the interview." 

"I've got you on the schedule, and have the afternoon free for you Geneva, just in case the traffic is a bit more than normal." Devon said. "I'm surprised that you would call tonight to confirm." 

"Master, I'm fairly inexperienced in the Bondage thing, but I understand I'm supposed to be totally honest right?"

"Yes."

"Sir, I just got off the phone with Cathy, who was telling me about the Academy and I want to see it for myself. If it's true, it's the life I've always wanted." 

"We'll be here, and you can tour the facility and see if Cathy's reports are accurate for yourself." Devon said smiling. 

"Yes Master. I've got a few last minute things here, I'll see you tomorrow." Geneva said and hung up.

Devon pressed the hook switch and then released it. He tapped the speed dial number for Dominique. "Our Medic just called after talking to Cathy about the facility and said she's always wanted to live like this." 

"Well, once you hire her we'll consider that problem solved. You're still short one trainer and two slaves, assuming that Geneva works out." Dominique said.

"Yes. I've been thinking about the trainer. I don't think we can go with an experienced Dominant. We'd have to spend months un-training all their previously held beliefs, and then start teaching them our way." 

"So you hope to find a novice, who has the personality you can live with, and teach them?" Dominique asked.

"I believe it would be faster than taking an experienced Dominant who doesn't have our ideals of the place of slaves, and the responsibility towards slaves, and uses them for pleasure instead of service." Devon said. "You've seen how many around the clubs, and how many would be suitable with us?" 

"A couple." Dominique allowed. 

"Generous today Dominique. Any luck with the male slave we need?"

"I found one, and he said I'd have to be tried out to see if he would submit to me." Dominique said in a low voice.

"When he is released from the Hospital, I'll be sure to take a look at him." Devon said.

"I only laughed at him Devon. I didn't touch him." Dominique sighed. "The males around here are apparently in demand, and that means that they think they are the desired commodity of the day. You'd spend weeks beating that pillow princess mentality out of them." 

Devon agreed and wished her good night.

After cleaning up the Kitchen the two house slaves were sitting at the table and looking out over the Long Beach Sound and lost in their own thoughts. Diane turned and said. "Jeannette, are we getting another house slave tomorrow?" 

"I don't know. A girls coming, who says she's always wanted to be one of us." Jeannette shrugged. "She's getting out of the Army tomorrow. She's a Sergeant, which seems weird to me." 

"What do you mean?" Diane asked.

"Well, a Sergeant commands soldiers don't they?" Jeannette asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I was never a soldier." 

"Well, Slaves don't command. Slaves don't want to be in charge. They want to help, they want to serve, but a slave at heart doesn't want to command." Jeannette said wiping her hands after washing the dishes. 

"I guess I see your point." Diane said. She finished a glass of water and then rose and washed the glass and put it away. "I wonder why she's getting out of the Army though. I mean, a Sergeant is like moving up the ranks, and most stay in for twenty years don't they?" 

"I don't know." Jeannette said. "It's up to Master Devon anyway. If he says yes, or no, it's what he thinks is best, and that's fine with me." 

Diane thought for a moment as she sat down with Jeannette. "Yeah, I guess so. Jeannette, thanks for the help in Oral arts." 

Jeannette smiled. "I thought it would help you. Station five is the first time you have pressure differences. It's kind of a curve ball after you've been working on increasing the pressure." 

"Yeah, but having you whisper in my ear all the things we're going to do." Diane blushed. "I didn't think we were allowed." 

"Diane, we live here because we want to. We can't play with the trainee's without a Master there to direct us. Or on direct instructions from the Masters. Remember that. Don't touch the trainee's without permission." Jeannette said.

"Ok, but I thought they would restrict us or something." Diane said. "I mean, we could play every single night if we wanted to right?" 

"Yeah, but some nights you'll be in with a master, and some nights you'll be too tired. Some nights, you won't feel like it. Your cunt will be so sore that you'll wonder if it'll ever work again." Jeannette said.

"Wow. What would make me hurt that bad." 

"Marathon test." Jeannette said. "I lasted four hours before I passed out." 

"Four hours? What did they do to you?"

"Marathon test is one of your last tests. They pile partners on you over and over again to see how you do." Jeannette explained. 

"Oh God, a gang bang?" Diane asked, her eyes bugging out.

"Don't worry about it yet. You have lot's to do before that." Jeannette said.

"A Gang bang? Jesus Christ Jeannette, a fucking Gang Bang?" 

Jeannette sighed. "Yes, a gang bang. Your body doesn't belong to you any more. It belongs to Master. Master may use it how he or she sees fit. After phase one, you'll start live testing. That means that they'll start to use you how they please. If you do well, you'll get to climax, if Master thinks you should." Jeannette reached and took Diane's hand. "Don't worry about it. You're scared now, I know that feeling, I felt the same way."

"How do you do it? I mean, how do you go through a gang bang?" 

Diane was surprised to see Jeannette smile. "I loved it. Master loved me, because they were all giving love."

"Love?" Diane shook her head. "You were a piece of meat Jeannette." 

"Do you want to know the secret to being a great slave?" Jeannette asked smiling slightly.

"What? Get used to Gang Bangs?" Diane asked.

"No, think of Master's attention as love. It really is, so it's not a stretch of imagination. Master loves you or they wouldn't do it. If Master didn't care about you're ability to be graceful, would they demand that you learn ballet?" Jeannette asked. She got a head nod and continued. "If you were just a piece of meat, why have you learn tasks and practice things like grace and poise? Why teach us to be submissive? Why treat us like favored pets? You haven't seen it yet, but we'll also be serving dinner to the Masters from time to time. We'll probably start that this week or next." 

"I guess I see your point, but really it's kind of strange isn't it?" Diane asked.

"Are you happy here? Do you feel like we love you?" 

Diane's eyes lost focus as she thought back to the week and a few days. Other than being chained up in punishment for her masturbation, which was really humiliating, it was a good week. Everyone was pushing, encouraging, and helping her become better. Diane wondered about it. Was love the motivating factor? "I don't know."

"Diane, I love Master, and they love me. I know it, although they don't say it. They don't do it because it's just not done. We don't say love, we show it by our faithful dedication to them and our duty. They show it by giving us rewards, and appreciating our service." 

Diane thought about it and then looked Jeannette in the eye. She nodded and smiled. "Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you here to help me." 

Jeannette smiled back. "You'd do it, but your doubts would slow you down. Whenever you tried to leave, your desire for this lifestyle would stop you." 

They went up to bed and Diane lay on her bed, no blankets, and only the one sheet under her. She resolved to try very hard in Ballet tomorrow. She wanted to lay next to Jeannette and she wanted to show her technique with Jeannette tomorrow night. She had to pass Ballet first, and she would do it.

"Come on Diane, it's morning, let's go." Jeannette said from the doorway as she passed by. 

Diane was up and moving in a second. She didn't consider her nudity anymore. It was just the way it was. She hurried through her morning routine, finishing with Jeannette again, and then they were at breakfast eating this morning's offering. Eggs, a little cheese, and sausage in a bowl. 

Diane smiled at the simple meal that Chef was trying to spice up. They ate in the Kitchen this morning and Diane was in Ballet kneeling when Mistress Rebecca arrived at eight am on the literal dot. 

"Good Diane, I'm always happy to see my slaves waiting for me." Rebecca said cheerfully. Devon had suggested that Diane was about ready to graduate.

"Ok, let's not dawdle. Let's see your walk slave." Roberta said reaching for the medium cane. 

Diane walked across the floor. To the command of again, she did so again and received a few taps for minor corrections. 

"Slave Mouth." Was performed next, and then slave cunt. Roberta gave the hand signal for on her back. Diane lay on her back and drew her legs up and out of the way. Roberta walked around her critically. She nodded slowly. "Acceptable." Then it was over on all fours. A few minor adjustments, and then it was back to slave mouth. After an hour of striking poses, Roberta sighed. "Slave, that's barely acceptable. I'll discuss it with Master Devon, and see what he thinks." 

Diane thanked Mistress and went to her duties of cleaning. Jeannette had already done the dishes, and was cleaning the central area. She was dusting the book shelves and Diane joined in the chores. 

Jeannette's watch beeped and she finished up what she was doing. "Ok, time for lunch, let's go." 

Diane ate lunch quickly knowing at exactly one in the afternoon, she was due in oral arts. Master Thomas would not appreciate her being late. Jeannette took the trays to the counter, and Diane hustled to Oral Arts. She was early, and she knelt in the room and waited. 

Master Devon walked in and walked to a chair and sat down. Diane was shocked at the appearance of the Master's Master. Something was wrong, something must be wrong. Fear and anxiety ran through her.

"Diane, you've passed Ballet, and Oral arts phase one." Devon said gently. "I'm here to live test you out of phase one. Slave, mouth." 

Diane looked at him with an astonished expression. She quickly recovered and moved forward settling herself before Master Devon and assumed her best pose and waited.

Devon opened his pants and presented his cock. Diane smiled and moved forward. She licked and teased his cock to full erection. She sucked and licked him teasing his cock to emit the first drops of pre-cum. Diane lowered her head and took his full length, Master Devon was larger than the units she had trained on, but it was warm and smooth and so wonderful. 

Devon reached out and stroked her head gently, encouraging her. Diane increased her efforts, pouring her heart and her love into the effort. Master came personally to graduate her. He has so much to do, and she's just a house slave. He came personally to graduate me. The thought that he did this for every slave he could didn't diminish her gratitude for his personal attention. Master does love me she realized, and I love Master.

Devon started to breath harder. "Good slave, you're doing very well. I'm getting close, do you want my love slave?" 

Diane nodded her head and wrapped her tongue around the cock as she slid her head up and down the shaft. She reached up and cupped his balls, coaxing his orgasm out of him, trying to give him the pleasure she so desperately wanted to give him. The station four and six cocks, and Luke's own cock, had pulsed as they came. Master Devon did the same thing. His cock began to pulse and then ejaculate shot into her mouth. Diane felt pride in her accomplishment. Master was very experienced indeed, and she had pleased him. Devon didn't taste as acidic as Luke had, more salty than acidic. She realized she kind of liked it. Not because it tasted like Chocolate or something like that. She liked it because it was Master's love. 

Devon reached out again and caressed her head with a kindly gentle look on his face. Diane looked up with love as she finished sucking the last couple drops from his beautiful cock. She licked him gently and then leaned back to assume the proper kneel position. 

"Slave Diane, welcome to level two. You'll find the challenges harder to complete, and the rewards more sweet." Devon said gently. 

"Thank you Master." Diane beamed. She was a level two slave. 

Devon told her to return to her duties, and enjoy the privileges that come with level two. 

Diane bowed her head and then rose and walked gracefully from the room. She was in the hall and broke into a run looking for Jeannette. She had to tell her friend, and her fellow slave. Jeannette was in the office and wearing a small dress, it barely covered her ass, and was almost transparent. Diane ran and threw her arms around Jeannette screaming. "I did it I did it. I'm level two now." 

Jeannette hugged her back and smiled at her. "Who graduated you?" 

"Master Devon himself." Diane said beaming with pride. 

"Great, I'm looking forward to celebrating with you later." Jeannette said. 

"Yeah, what do I need to do?" 

Jeannette considered. "Clean up the dining room, Master's dining room. Then check on the supplies in the three cleaning closets. If we're low on anything, jot it down and bring it to me, I'm ordering stuff." 

"Sure thing, I'm on it." Diane said hustling off. If she was done with her chores later, then she and Jeannette could celebrate together. 

Devon walked back into the office and then into his office. The telephone rang and Security informed him that Miss Geneva Parker was on her way to the office.

Devon spoke loud enough to be heard. "Jeannette, our two o clock is here, a little early." 

"Better than being late." Jeannette said back a little too familiarly. 

"You're not losing clothes right now Jeannette. Behave yourself." 

"Yes Master." 

Jeannette walked to the door and opened it as a woman stepped out of her car. Looking around she saw that the door was open, and Jeannette saw her compose herself and march to the front door. "Welcome to the Academy, I'm Slave Jeannette." 

"Oh My God." Geneva said. "You're her." Shaking her head suddenly she said. "I've heard so much about you, you're a legend." 

Jeannette got a confused look on her face. "A legendary slave?" 

Geneva composed herself again. "Sorry about that, I'm a little nervous." 

"Please come this way, Master Devon is expecting you." Jeannette said bowing her head slightly.

She was shown into Master Devon's office and Geneva entered trying to look military in her uniform. She stood and waited as Master Devon greeted her. 

"Geneva, welcome to the academy, I hope the trip was OK, did you have any trouble finding us?" 

"No, I mean, the trip was fine sir, and no problems finding you sir." Geneva said breathily. She cursed herself and demanded that she be cool and calm. 

"Please have a seat." Devon invited. 

"Thank you sir." Geneva said and sat down.

"I've read your resume, and your letter. I've also read a couple newspaper articles on you." Devon said lifting one piece of paper. "You were awarded the Bronze Star for Valor under enemy fire." 




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"Yes sir." 

"On your resume, you call it a Bronze Star, under awards. You leave out the valor. I understand that there are two Bronze Star awards. One for leadership in combat, one for valor. Is that correct?" 

"Yes sir, that's true." Geneva said softly.

"I was just curious, why you'd leave the valor out of it?" 

"It wasn't that brave. If I'd thought about it, I probably wouldn't have done it." 

Devon nodded, that was a common answer from soldiers, expected answer really. "Well, let's take a tour of the facility and see if it is as reported by Cathy shall we?" 

"Yes sir, thank you sir." Geneva answered rising. 

Exiting the office Devon said. "This area is administration, or just the office. Jeannette and Diane work here when they're working around here." Devon said. 

"I met Jeannette at the door." Geneva said. She walked alongside him, always positioning herself on the left of him and falling into step with him as was trained into her as the proper behavior of a subordinate soldier.

They saw the staff dining room, and then the slaves' dining room. Devon took her upstairs and showed her the sleeping quarters for slaves. "Staff sleeps back that way." Devon said pointing and then said. "As you can see, the slaves are given very little in the way of comfort items. We make everything a reward, a privilege, which can be won or lost through behavior." 

Geneva walked into the room and ran her hand down the chain. Then she bit her lip and tried to compose herself as she walked down the hallway and saw the sleep training rooms. "Cathy told me that the cage is an electric shock treatment. Is that right?"

"Yes, the cage shocks the slave if they try to move about. The slave must lay still and not disturb the master when they are allowed to sleep with master." Devon said. "It's a small shock, about double what you get with a static charge. Just enough to shock the slave awake, until they learn to lay quietly and be still while they sleep." 

"The quietly? Cathy didn't know about that." Geneva asked.

"Oh, we have sound sensors in the room, they emit a loud chirp if any noise is made." Devon said waving his hand around. 

"Oh, that makes sense." Geneva said stepping back into the hallway. So far, everything was just as Cathy had said.

Downstairs to the training rooms. "This room is full of prototype equipment, we're waiting on Patents for most of our toys." Devon said. "Oral Arts is your first challenge as a slave. Learning to please the master or mistress with your talented mouth." 

Geneva was having trouble breathing. This room was so awesome. She could easily imagine the scene that Cathy had described. Jeannette and Diane working station seven. "Station seven?" 

Devon pointed it out and then said. "Cathy was there." 

Geneva nodded and said. "Thank you sir, it's pretty much like she described." Her lips were wet, she kept licking them and she was breathing faster than normal. 

"Would you like to try station one? To see how the system works?" Devon asked.

Geneva shook her head. She wasn't about to be embarrassed like Cathy was. 

"A submissive would do it because Master would be pleased." Devon said softly and slowly. His voice was like smoke in the morning. "I can see you are excited. Diane was willing to perform a test to get in." 

Geneva moved to the first station, and slowly knelt before the plastic cunt. She looked up at Devon and said. "May I try it sir?" 

Devon tapped the screen and said. "Mimic the motions that are on the screen." 

Geneva hesitantly approached the plastic pussy and slightly touched it. Devon knelt beside her. "The training aide is master. You're a slave, serving your master is in your blood. You love master with every fiber of your being." Devon said softly. "Nothing is beneath you, and no task is too small, or too great for you. Master will be pleased by your honest and earnest effort." 

Geneva licked a little harder and saw the feedback work. She licked harder still and got a green light. 

"Good, now love the master slave, that's the best way to do it. Love the master. You're love of the master makes this task a pleasure, for both of you." Devon continued. 

Geneva got a couple more green lights when Devon spoke. "Good Geneva, very good. That's enough for today." 

Geneva stood shakily and followed him to Ballet. Devon described Ballet and then the other rooms. Through the open central area to the Admin area and back into his office. 

"Jeannette, please bring us some water to my office." Devon said. "Two glasses please." 

"Yes Master." Jeanette answered.

In a couple minutes Jeannette came in carrying a tray with a pitcher and two glasses of water. She gently placed the tray on the desk and placed a glass before Master Devon, and then a glass in front of Geneva. She rose and asked. "Will there be anything else Master?" 

"Please stay." Devon said and waved his hand to have Jeannette kneel. She did so gracefully and waited. 

Geneva couldn't tear her eyes from Jeannette. She was wearing a see through dress, and her nipples were plainly obvious. 

"Geneva, do you have any questions?" Devon asked drawing her attention back to him. 

"Sir." Geneva began. Then she cleared her throat and began again. "When can I start?" 

Devon smiled slightly and said. "It must be understood. Your body would belong to us, we would own it. We would not accept anything less than all of you. Your Body, mind, heart, and soul, would belong to us. Safe word not only ends play, but your time here. You'll be leaving if you use it." 

Geneva bit her lip and said. "Isn't that extreme sir?" 

"Yes, but this is not a play farm. This is a serious school for dominance and submission. We are experienced trainers. I've been doing this for more than twenty years. We'll push you, but never to the point of harming you. You're duties would be difficult, your training even harder." Devon said.

"Duties?" 

"Yes, we'll get you your certification as a paramedic, and then the supplies you'll need to care for someone in an emergency. You'll always be available for that. Emergencies take priority over everything." Devon said. "You'll also be used to examine people who may have an injury less life threatening." 

"Like sick call in the Army right?" 

"Just so." Devon agreed and then said. "We'll have a doctor on call, who will arrive in less than an hour, for more routine matters, and the hospital is always an option as needed." 

"I think I understand sir." Geneva said. 

"You'll also be training as a slave. Phases were explained to Cathy, and unless I miss my guess, relayed to you, and you liked what you heard." 

"Yes sir." Geneva said breathily. 

"Contacts come through the office, you may call family once a week as needed." Devon said. "Or in a family emergency obviously. Pay is five hundred a week plus room, board, and clothing. You'll do what we say, when we say it."

"Yes sir." Geneva said. "Clothes, are they like what Jeannette is wearing?" 

Devon smiled and called Diane on the radio and told her to come to his office. Geneva listened as he explained. "Jeannette is expected to answer the door when we have guests, and I don't want her scaring the squares so to speak by appearing at the door naked." 

Diane came in and walked to his chair and knelt before him. "Yes Master." 

"Thank you Diane, This is Geneva, and she's interested in joining us. Please tell her the rule on clothes." 

Turning her head to speak to Geneva Diane said. "Clothes are a privilege, or an assignment. You will wear clothes if Master says, you will not wear clothing unless master says."

Devon reached out and ran a hand along her face and smiled. "Very good, only ten days with us, can you believe that?" 

Geneva shook her head and stared open mouthed at Diane. This was the girl, the one who had sucked Luke twice. Once to get a first impression, then again after a week of being here. IN PUBLIC. "Diane, the one who was trained here for Luke?" 

"Yes." Diane said. "I'm a house slave now. Master accepted me." She looked adoringly at Devon as she said the last part.

Geneva leaned forward. "You sucked Luke before you'd been here. How did you do that in public?" 

Diane looked down for a moment and then started to explain. "David had said I was worthless. He said I couldn't be trained. Master Devon said I could, he had faith in me, he knew I could be a good slave if I was taught." Diane wiped a tear away. "He didn't know me, but knew I could be a slave. David knew me, he'd fucked me, and thought I was worthless." Diane looked up at Geneva. "The price for my learning how to do this was to blow Luke. I'd do that ten times a day, every day, if it meant I was able to stay here. I'd do it forever if ordered by Master." 

Geneva nodded and said. "Thanks, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." 

"David hurt my feelings. Master cares for me." Diane said. "Now, only Masters opinion matters." 

"Very good Diane, you've come so far in such short time." Devon said. "Thank you for coming to see us, please return to your duties, I know you're hoping to finish them early." 

"Yes Master." Diane said as she stood. "Thank you Master." 

Geneva felt the blood pounding in her ears. Her pussy was literally quivering in need and anticipation. She looked at Devon, her vision was blurry on the edges. She was so horny that she was about to come just sitting here with him. Here finally, after years of yearning, was someone she could submit to. Her fantasy was about to become real. "When can I start Master?" 

Jeannette smiled slightly and then looked down. 

"Geneva, I know you're going to visit your aunt. Take a week or whatever to catch up." Devon said easily.

"Master, I want to start now. I've dreamed of this my whole life." Geneva moved forward in the seat. "I don't like my Aunt, she's a raging woman's lib nut. I told her I was stopping for an interview for the position of paramedic at a finishing school. I'm not going to tell her anything else, because she doesn't need to know." Geneva shook her head and focused on Devon. "Please, let me start today Master." 

Devon leaned back. "Won't your aunt be disappointed?"

"No, she doesn't like me any more than I like her. We're family by blood, not choice." Geneva was now on the edge of her seat. "I'm free today, free of the army, free of being in charge of others, free of that. I want this, I need to be here Master." 

Devon nodded and said. "Before we begin, you should know that orgasms are not your property, nor are they your right. They are given by us, rewards if you will. When you start with us, you'll have to wait until you've finished phase one before you can have one." 

Geneva bit her lip and breathed deeply. "I understand Master." 

"I can see how tense you are, how aroused you are. Would you like to come before we begin your training?" Devon asked teasingly.

"Master." Geneva began and then she shook her head slowly.

Devon shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me. I graduated Diane to phase two earlier. She can have orgasms now. Ten days is nearly a record time isn't it Jeannette?" 

"Yes Master, it took me almost three weeks." Jeannette said. 

"You didn't have any distractions either, like a bet to win for your Master." Devon said. 

Geneva bit her lip again, she was going to bite through it at this rate. 

"Geneva, take this opportunity, come one time before we begin, or we can make it part of your beginning. A test in lieu of a weeks trial if you will." Devon said softly. 

"Master?" Geneva asked. It was hard to hear with her blood rushing in her ears. God she needed some release.

"Answer a question for me Geneva. I want an honest and truthful answer from you slave." Devon said leaning forward. "According to your letter, you talked with Cathy at about eight thirty. You called me at eleven thirty. What did you do for those three hours?" 

Geneva bit her lip harder. She inhaled sharply; she couldn't tell him that could she? "Master, I assumed you would be asleep." 

"Ok, I believe that, what did you do though. To occupy the time?" 

Geneva looked down humiliated. "I masturbated." 

Devon nodded to himself. He had suspected as much. "Describe it." 

Geneva looked up with tears in her eyes. "Please." 

"Describe it Geneva. I want to hear what you did." Devon said enjoying the game. 

"I used my hand." Geneva said. "I masturbated, played with myself, until I came." 

"Just your hand?" 

"No." 

"A dildo perhaps?" Devon asked calmly.

"A vibrator. And...." She stopped. 

"And? You were saying?" 

"I put clothes pins on my nipples sir." Geneva said still looking at the ground. Her humiliation was intense, and it served to increase her desire, her arousal. 

"Anything else?" Devon asked curiously. 

"Sir, please." Geneva begged.

"Slave. Tell me." Devon said slowly. 

"I wanted to be humiliated, to feel degraded, like I imagined Diane felt when she first sucked Luke's dick. I wanted to feel like I imagined I would feel if I had stripped and posed before the group." 

"So what did you do?" Devon prompted.

"I put my underwear in my mouth." Geneva said softly. 

"Old underwear, dirty as they say?" Devon asked.

"Yes. I'd worn them all day before." 

"Would you like to start today?" Devon asked. "Try and be a slave with us?" 

"Yes Master." Geneva said.

"You're not a slave until you sign the contract, so right now, you're a free person. You can come if you want to, here, and now." Devon said. 

Geneva couldn't think anymore. Her brain buzzed with her arousal. She was almost beyond the ability to think. This place, a dream come true. To be paid to live here, to be here, a lifetimes fantasy beyond her ability to reason. "Sir, please. I.."

"I'll help you then. Stand Geneva, stand up slave." Devon said. 

Geneva stood on shaky legs that almost didn't support her. She trembled under the weight of her arousal. She was panting hard, her pupils were dilated to an alarming point. There was a rushing sound in her ears that made Master Devon's voice sound far away.

"Slave, pull your skirt up. Bunch it around your waist." Devon said.

Geneva obeyed with shaky hands, her humiliation was incredible. She never imagined it could be so exciting to actually live this fantasy out. She bunched the skirt around her waist and stood there trembling like a schoolgirl. 

"Pull your pantyhose off. Get out of those shoes." Devon next ordered. 

Geneva had to close her eyes to do it. She couldn't look at him and expose herself like this. He saw all, knew all. He knew she would obey, and she did. She pulled her panty hose and her white cotton panties off her foot, and then off her other leg. She stood back up, her swollen pussy obvious testimony to her state. 

"Jeannette, get her panties." Devon ordered.

Geneva closed her eyes again, oh God, if he does that, I'll come right then. 

Jeannette rose and got the panties and then held them to Devon. Devon glanced at them and said. "Sit on the edge of the desk, lean back and lay on it." 

Geneva stepped to the desk, and then turned and placed her bare ass on the wooden surface. She lay back down and looked up at Devon. 

Devon took the panties into his hand, and said. "These are soaked. You've been horny all day haven't you?"

Geneva nodded and tried to say the words, but couldn't. 

"Open your jacket, and your shirt. Do it now slave." Devon commanded. 

Geneva opened her jacket, and then started to unbutton her shirt. Devon kept staring into her eyes whenever she had the courage to look at him. She opened her shirt, and then pushed her bra up and away from her breasts. She looked like a complete slut she knew, and she didn't care right now. She needed this. 

Geneva was staring at Devon, praying that he would take his cock out and let her suck it, let her fuck him. She needed to be fucked. Devon reached into a drawer and pulled out a blue glass dildo. "Use this, fuck yourself slave." Devon said.

Geneva took it and held it in her hands. She started to rub it along her slit. Devon held the panties out to her and said. "I believe it was your fantasy wasn't it?" 

Geneva took the panties in her hand, and with tears of humiliation running down her face she placed them in her mouth, and then forced more of the material into her mouth. She shoved the dildo into her pussy and began to finger her clit.

"Good slave, you're obeying faster now." Devon said. "Now, a slave only comes on command, can you do that slave?" 

Geneva shook her head. 

"Then you may not come without permission slave." Devon said. 

Geneva was close already. Her cunt was grabbing at the dildo, it's ridged sides making her insane with need. She started to push the panties out of her mouth with her tongue. "Please master, please let me come." 

"No, you may not." Devon said in the low smoky voice.

"Oh God Master, please, I'm so close now." 

"Will you be a good slave if I let you?" 

"Oh yes Master, I'll do whatever you want. Please master, please I need to come now, I can't wait anymore."

Devon leaned closer, speaking even more softly into her ear. "Then come for me slave, give me the love of your orgasm." 

Geneva exploded, she squirted a bit as she came, her arousal having heightened the orgasm to epic proportions. The humiliation making it more powerful. The control that Devon had with just his words making it awesome. 

Devon leaned back and watched the girl squirm on his desk. She settled finally, her breathing starting to slow. He watched her ease the dildo out of her cunt, and then he spoke again. "On Saturday, what did you do afterwards?" 

"I knelt and licked it Master." Geneva said without hesitation. "I ordered myself to clean it just like Jeannette had done with Luke's prick." 

"You may not this time. Jeannette will do it for you." Devon said and glanced at Jeannette. She needed no further instruction. She took the dildo from Geneva's hand and began to lick and clean it. 

Geneva watched in awe as the woman she had heard about, the famous Jeannette with the red collar licked the dildo. 

"Welcome to the Academy, slave Geneva." Devon said. "I think you'll be very happy here." 

Jeannette finished the dildo off and waited for her instructions. 

"Jeannette, unless I miss my guess, you'll be wanting to borrow that for tonight right?" Devon asked.

"Yes Master, I was going to ask you about it." Jeannette said.

"No, Diane is a novice in reality. I think the two of you should be able to have enough fun without it." 

Jeannette handed the dildo over and said. "Yes Master, thank you master." 

Devon looked at Geneva and said. "House Slaves past phase one may make love to the senior slave, that's Jeannette. House Slaves past phase two may make love to any slave who's completed training. House Slaves past all training may make love to any other fully trained slave as long as they don't allow the activity to interfere with their duties." 

Geneva looked at Jeannette. "We could when I'm past phase one?" 

"We could, and probably will." Jeannette said. "You're a hot little one." 

"Yes she is. She's also probably going to be masturbating as soon as we leave her alone. Let's chain her up at night in manacles, to remove the temptation." Devon said. "For the time being." 

Geneva bit her lip, she had been wondering if she could sneak one in now and then. "No masturbating?"

"None. No orgasms without Master's permission, unless it's triggered by another slave." Devon said. "House slaves are allowed, regular training slaves aren't."

Geneva looked worried. Devon leaned down and whispered into her ear. "How many times a day were you doing it imagining that you'd live like this one day?"

Geneva looked around fearfully and then answered softly. "At least once, sometimes twice over the last few months. Over the last week, since I first learned of this place, I almost couldn't keep my hands away." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 05



Part 05: Official Notice

At fifteen minutes to seven, a small alarm went off in Jeannette's room. She was awake and moving in a flash dashing down the hall to Master Devon's door. Devon was awake and waiting for her. Diane was awake and uncertain as to what was going on. 

Diane looked down the hall and saw Jeannette disappear into Master Devon's room. Jeannette was gone about ten minutes and then came out and glided to the end of the hall smoothly pausing only to turn the hall lights on and the room lights for the slaves from that end of the hallway. "Let's go Diane, we've got work to do." 

Jeannette didn't come towards the staff bathroom instead she was waving for Diane to join her. "Come on." 

Diane followed and soon was hurrying behind Jeannette. "What's up?"

"We've got to get Geneva up and we'll shower with her. She gets cold water only. After breakfast, she's got ballet, and you've got Oral Arts. At one you've got ballet, and she's got oral arts." Jeannette said as she entered the hallway for the slave rooms. She flicked the lights on and moved quickly to the slave sleeping rooms. She pulled a ring of keys off a hook by the door and went inside. "Come on Geneva, it's time to get going." 

Diane watched as Jeannette unlocked the cuffs holding Geneva's wrists in the hated up by the neck to your collar position. Then left them attached to the chain on the wall. Apparently Geneva would be wearing them again tonight. 

Geneva followed the pair to the slave bathrooms and watched astounded as they flew through the morning routine. She had a harder time on the toilet, as Jeannette and Diane were washing quickly to get clean. Hair and teeth came next and they were urging her on through the shower. 

"Ok, we have breakfast now, and then you've got Ballet with Mistress Rebecca after breakfast. At one, you've got basic oral arts with Master Thomas." Jeannette said. "Diane, when you're done with your classes, start cleaning the training wing. I've got to do the staff and admin wing and be in the admin area available for Master Devon. Geneva help Diane out if you have any time between classes." 

At breakfast the same breakneck pace existed. Geneva missed her morning coffee, and hoped that she would be allowed some in the future. Geneva was a little ragged; she hadn't gotten as much sleep as she wanted or needed, and she was still on edge from not masturbating. 

After breakfast she put her tray on the counter and then hustled to the training floor with Diane. Diane stopped at oral arts, and Geneva continued on entering the open room that was Ballet. Mistress Rebecca was waiting for her and seemed somewhat satisfied with her arrival.

"Ok Geneva, let's begin again, first, let try and stand and walk. Then we'll move onto other positions, assuming that you've remembered those basics." Mistress Rebecca said drawing the medium cane out today. 

Jeannette had just changed the sheets on the bed she and Diane had shared when her radio activated. "Jeannette, we have company." Devon said.

Jeannette hurried down to the administrative area but arrived too late to greet the visitors. It was Sheriff Mitchell, and a female deputy who was apparently his driver named Clark.

They had arrived five minutes ago, and the gate officer had called Devon to notify him of the visitors. Devon had said. "Please send them right up." The sheriff had just finished introducing himself and sitting down in a chair with the deputy waiting by the wall when Jeannette arrived.

Jeannette stopped at the door and waited to be summoned. Devon saw her and said. "Here's our senior slave now. Jeannette come here." 

Jeannette went and knelt beside Devon. The expression on the face of the sheriff was priceless; the anger on the face of the deputy was almost as valuable. 

"You said senior slave?" The Sheriff asked.

"Yes, I'm assuming you're here to check us out, make sure we're not violating any laws, or holding people against their wills." Devon said. "To insure that a house of prostitution hasn't opened in your jurisdiction as it were." Devon said all this with a charming smile on his face. Confidence oozed from him and filled the room.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. I got a phone call yesterday afternoon from a lawyer in New York, who said you might be out here running a scam. He said you claimed you were running a school for slaves." The Sheriff said shifting to a more comfortable position. "I decided to come out and say hello, take a look around so to speak." 

"It's true, I'm running a school for slaves.' Devon said. "Jeannette is our senior slave, and the only fully qualified slave in the nation that I'm aware of." 

"A slave by definition would violate the law." Deputy Clark said from her spot on the wall through gritted teeth. 

The Sheriff didn't even glance at her instead he said. "You call her a slave, that would seem to indicate that she's not free to come and go as she pleases." 

Devon's smile was fixed in place. "Jeannette, please take Deputy Clark, and show her the personnel files. Bring a copy of your contract and blank copies of all the contracts with you when you've returned."

Jeannette bowed her head and said. "Yes Master." Then stood in a fluid motion and walked to Deputy Clark and said. "Please follow me Miss." 

Clark looked to the Sheriff and got a small nod. She followed Jeannette and watched as she pulled out a folder. "This is my personnel record. Would you like to see that I've been getting my pay on time? I'll bring up my banking records if you want." 

Clark looked at her strangely and said. "We can take you and he can't stop us, no one can. We're the law, and we'll make sure you're safe." 

Jeannette smiled. "I'm safe. I'm here by my choice." Shaking her head she said. "I don't want to leave." Jeannette started the copier and went to her computer and went online.

Clark watched and looked for subtle tells that said that Jeannette was online and she was. A secured connection to a Bank website. Jeannette put her password in and then hit the print button. "Those are your banking records right?"

"Yes Deputy, as you saw." Jeannette said. 

Taking the copies and the print out Jeannette walked into the office with Devon and presented him with the documents. "Master, I took the liberty of including my banking records, to show I've been paid." 

"Good Slave Jeannette. I'm pleased with your attention to detail." Devon said smiling. "As I was saying Sheriff, we hired a law firm to oversee our operations. They were here for two weeks going over everything with a fine tooth comb. Nothing even remotely considered a violation of City, County, State, or Federal law is allowed here."

The deputy was still glaring at Devon from along the wall and said. "So far as we know." 

The Sheriff turned his head slightly and then back to Devon. He accepted the offered documents and quickly scanned them. "May I take these with me? To consult with the county attorney?" 

"Certainly Sheriff, that's why I asked for the copies, and to insure they're genuine, I invited the Deputy to accompany Jeannette." Devon said. "I'll even give you a tour of the facility." 

"I'd like that very much." The Sheriff said. 

Devon rose and gestured charmingly towards the door explaining as he went. "One of the reasons we selected this location was the low crime rate. You run an excellent county Sheriff. You're aware I presume that you have among the lowest rates of burglary, robbery, and assaults in this state?"

"Yes I am, and I'm surprised that your research would include crime statistics." Sheriff Mitchell admitted. 

"Sheriff, our clients would not want to be harassed, assaulted, or robbed while they were here. I certainly wouldn't want to be assaulted while I was downtown getting a burger." Devon smiled and said. "This central area isn't really in use right now. We've got it more for expansion than anything else." Devon gestured. "The kitchen is there, Chef is just finishing cleaning up breakfast and probably trying to decide which unpronounceable French dish we'll have for lunch." 

The Deputy was keeping a close eye on Devon and watching her boss's back. Devon said pointing to the stairs that went to the second level. "The slaves in training sleeping rooms are up there, and the skills training rooms are on this floor along that wing. Would you prefer to start upstairs or down Sheriff?" 

"Let's see the training rooms first, if you don't mind Mr. Jamison?" 

Jeannette followed, ignoring the Deputy who kept glaring at her. Jeannette didn't care what the Deputy thought, the Deputy wasn't her master.

"These rooms as you see are part of our training of a submissive slave. Both male and female training goes on. At the moment, we're training two novice's, who have asked to join our house staff." Devon said. "This is the oral arts room, where Diane is currently working on her technique. Devon opened the door and ushered in the Sheriff and the Deputy. Jeannette followed and then knelt beside the doorway to wait for instructions. The Deputy was even angrier if that was possible. A vein was pulsing on the side of her neck as she saw Diane working on station six, the long cock being sucked as she was coached by Thomas. 

"So oral arts would refer to oral sex?" The Sheriff asked as if this was normal. 

"Certainly, pleasing your mate is important wouldn't you agree?" Devon asked casually.

The Sheriff shrugged and gave a gesture that could be interpreted as agreement. 

"So we teach our slaves the techniques required to be wonderful at that. We teach them to love serving the master or mistress." Devon said. 

"These devices, I've never seen anything like them." The Sheriff said.

"Our own design, patent's have been applied for. We expect them in another month or perhaps two." Devon said. "Would you like a demonstration how the feedback system works?" 

"I think I get the idea." The Sheriff said. "Computerized you say?"

"Certainly. The computer tells the student how much adjustment is needed. The settings were determined after long study by the way." 

"I bet." Deputy Clark said under her breath. 

Devon turned to her and smiled. "I presume you'll note that female anatomy is also represented? That's for the Mistress's pleasure." Turning Devon said. "Master Thomas, may I borrow Diane for a moment?" 

"Of Course Devon. Diane, see Master Devon." Thomas said.

Diane had been distracted since the uniformed people had come in. The presence of the uniformed law officers made her nervous, but Master Devon's calm seemed to reassure her. She approached and then knelt before Master Devon. "Yes Master."

"Slave Diane, this is Sheriff Mitchell, and Deputy Clark. They're concerned that you might be here against your will." Devon said. "Please go with Deputy Clark, and answer any questions she has." Devon turned to the Sheriff and asked. "Unless you'd like to question her?" 

The Sheriff said. "How about the Deputy and I both question her?" 

"Certainly, we'll wait here, and when you're done, she'll come get us." Devon said as he sat comfortably in a chair and crossed his leg. 

The Sheriff said. "Miss could you come with me, and do you have anything to put on?" 

Diane bit her lip and said. "Yes sir, I'll follow. I'm not permitted clothes, I haven't earned them yet." 

Deputy Clark stared daggers at Devon and said. "I'm sure that Devon won't mind if you're dressed." 

Devon waved a hand. "Diane, there should be something hanging up in administration. I believe it would make them more comfortable, even if you are less so. No punishment will be given. In fact, treat them as visiting masters, obey them as you would me." 

Diane bowed her head and said. "Yes Master." 

Diane followed the Sheriff and put a dress on in Administration. It was similar to Jeannette's, an almost transparent cotton shirt style dress that barely covered her ass. She then followed them into the study and sat with them. For the next twenty minutes she refused to be taken away, and insisted that all activity was her choice. She could leave, but didn't want to. 

"Sheriff, I told you. If I say Rumplestilskin, I can leave. I'll never say it, never. They'll send me away if I say it." Diane said.

"We'll protect you from them, and any threats they may have made." Deputy Clark said. 

"They haven't threatened me. I told you. I was in the club and saw Jeannette and asked to come here. I trained for a week, and asked to be here longer. They gave me this job. They see me as I am, they know me, and what I want." Diane said. "I'm naked because I'm on display, I'm a slave, I'm not supposed to have modesty, I'm not supposed to have privacy. I love it here, please don't take me away." Diane fought back a sob and said. "I'm happier here than I've ever been in my life."

"They hit you, they abuse you." Clark tried to reason with her.

"NO. They punish me for being bad. They correct me so I'll glide across the floor and stand with pride." 

Clark looked astounded and looked to the Sheriff for help. Sheriff Mitchell asked the next question. "Pride? You feel pride in wearing a collar, and considering yourself property?" 

"Yes sir. Because I've got the courage to submit. To trust my master to know what's best for me, to take care of me." Diane tried to explain again. "It's easy to say that I'm crazy, or whatever. I know that. If I am crazy, then I don't ever want to be sane again." 

"What if they tried to cut you, or draw blood from you?" Clark asked. 

"They can't, that's blood play, and we don't do that. That's taboo. Prohibited. Master would never do that." 

"If you asked him would he?" Sheriff Mitchell asked.

"No. He never would. He'd punish me for suggesting it." Diane said. "It's prohibited. Those rules are inviolate. No one may even suggest that." 

Clark threw her hands up in frustration. Turning to the Sheriff she said. "They've obviously brainwashed her."

The Sheriff said. "Diane, you said that Geneva only arrived yesterday. Is that right?"

"Yes sir. she came yesterday afternoon. She's in Ballet right now. I used to have Ballet in the morning, but she's got it twice a day now. Morning and night." 

"Can we go get her? I'm sure Master Devon won't mind." The Sheriff said.

"Yes sir. Master said you were the same as a Master, so I can get her." Diane said. She rose and Clark followed her. Diane stopped and grabbed another of the dresses. They passed right by Oral Arts without slowing down and stopped in Ballet. Diane entered and knelt just inside. "Mistress, this is Deputy Clark. She and Sheriff Mitchell would like to speak to Slave Geneva." 

"Yes." Mistress Rebecca said. "Of course they do. Probably trying to figure out if we've got any unpaid parking tickets. Geneva, we're about done for today anyway. Go with this Deputy person, and answer any questions they have. Tell them the truth, and when they're done return to this floor and find one of the Master's for further instruction." 

Geneva rose from her kneeling position and said. "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." 

Diane held out the dress. "They're squares, and think we're horribly underdressed." 

Rebecca laughed at the expression on Deputy Clarks face as Geneva took the dress and looked at Mistress Rebecca for permission. "Yes, put it on. Pretend that they're Masters, I know it's a stretch, but try." 

Deputy Clark had a delightful image of taking her pepper spray out and hosing that bitch down with it. Instead she turned to Diane and said. "I guess you can do whatever it is you're supposed to do now." Turning to Geneva she said. "Please come with me Miss." 

Geneva followed and was soon in Administration answering the same questions that Diane had answered. 

"Have they beaten you, given you any drugs?" 

"No sir. No drugs, that's prohibited. Use of any drug other than by prescription of a doctor is cause for immediate termination or expulsion if you're a student." Geneva said.

"Have they restricted your movement? I mean caged you or chained you up?" Clark asked. Now trying for a false imprisonment angle.

Geneva looked down suddenly and Clark was sure she had the bastard now. "Tell me about it Geneva." 

Geneva wiped her eye and said. "Master chained me last night, Mistress Rebecca really." 

"Did you tell them no?" Clark asked hopefully.

"No, they did it to keep me from..." Geneva said and then stopped obviously upset.

"From what Miss?" The sheriff asked. "From leaving?" 

"No sir. From masturbating. I'm a dirty little slut, and they won't let me masturbate." Geneva said softly. Humiliation rolled from her in delicious waves. They must think she's a horrible little whore.

Clark's mouth dropped open. She looked at the Sheriff in surprise. "What?"

"I masturbate, Master says I'm a serial masturbator. I won't leave my pussy alone, and he ordered me chained at night to keep me from touching myself." Geneva said tears of shame rolling down her cheeks. "I must learn not to touch myself without permission." 

Clark leaned back in the chair and shook her head. This place was insane. "I don't believe it." 

"It's true. I swear it." Geneva said raising her face finally to look at those who thought so little of her. 

Devon had chuckled when Diane returned to oral arts and reported. Allowing Diane to return to her practice, Devon had gone to the doorway and waved Rebecca to him. Rebecca reported as Diane had in quiet tones.

"Can't you see their faces when Geneva tells them we chained her up for masturbating?" Devon asked grinning. 

Rebecca turned so she was facing the hallway before responding. "I only met Clark, the Deputy? I bet she's about fit to be tied right now." A grin broke across her face. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to be there to see it. We've got to put camera's in the office at least, so we can record this stuff and put together home movies." 

"America's funniest police officers?" Devon asked. 

Rebecca smiled and said. "I'll go back to Ballet now. I'll wait for my turn in the hot seat." 

Devon shrugged and went back to sitting down and waiting for the return of the Sheriff. Thomas was again coaching Diane, and Jeannette was waiting by the door. 

Deputy Clark appeared looking furious, and said brusquely. "The Sheriff would like to see you now." 

Devon arrived in the office and sat down in a visitors chair, the Sheriff had claimed his seat. "So are we under arrest?" 

"Not at this time Devon." Sheriff Mitchell said. "I can't find a criminal code you've violated." 

"As I indicated earlier." Devon said smiling. 

"What I'm looking at now, is mental patient, danger to self and others." Deputy Clark offered. 

"Certainly, may I get something for you to take with you?" Devon asked.

"What's that?" The sheriff asked.

"A couple books." Devon offered. He then rose and walked to the next room returning in a moment with two books. "This one is an in depth report on the BDSM culture by the Psychiatry department of Harvard University. They determined that the lifestyle, if practiced safely, safe sane and consensual was the phrase they used, is actually very healthy. The second book is a report from the American Psychiatric Association which demonstrates that the mere practice of the art of BDSM is not in an of itself proof of mental illness." Devon handed the books to the Sheriff. 

The Sheriff looked at them and said. "I'm not a shrink, I don't know what most of this means." 

"It means, that I'm able to demonstrate that there are no mentally unstable people here." Devon said smiling. "It means that those who are here are here by choice, trainers, and slaves." 

"It's sick is what it is." Deputy Clark said hotly. 

"Yes, I know." Devon agreed. "However I've shown you the facility. I've allowed you to interview in private two trainees. One who has only been here twenty hours. If either of them had told you anything that would have given you even the slightest cause to arrest me, you would happily cuff me and beat me for resisting arrest." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 05



The Sheriff cleared his throat. "I don't have cause right now." 

Devon smiled. "Sheriff, I'm being very accommodating here. Tell you what. I'll let you, and your top staff, come and tour the facility, as you feel warranted by the practices we have here. For Deputy Clark, I'll extend that invitation as well. Geneva is a former Army Medic, who is about to be licensed by this state as a Paramedic. She's our first responder. We have a Doctor on call for any injuries which may happen by accident." 

"I bet he gets called a lot." Clark said snidely.

"Never called him for an accident yet." Devon said. "We're careful here. More careful than it would appear at first look." Devon turned to the Sheriff. "Since Deputy Clark is quite upset about me, I'll offer her a few days here to see, not participate in our training. She can follow the girls around and ask any questions she wants." 

"Why me?" Clark asked.

"Because you don't like me. Or what we're doing here." Devon looked at her. "You'll be as far from an objective view as it's possible to get. You'll be looking to insure that I have dotted every I, and crossed every T. When I've shown you that we're following the law and caring for our slaves, you'll be truly convinced." 

"I'll consider that." Clark said.

"However Sheriff, once word gets out about what we're doing here. Among your staff at least, every deputy in the county is liable to find an excuse to come and investigate naked women running around the house. I'll ask that you restrict this information as much as possible. We prefer a low key approach, and the privacy of our clients is important." Devon raised his hands in a helpless gesture. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to interfere with a perfectly legal facility's right to do business would you?" 

"Not at all." The Sheriff said rising. 

"Sheriff, before you go, allow me to give you a card from our lawyers. They're in New York, and can be here in an hour or so." Devon said handing a card over. "Please have the county attorney call them for clarification on anything he finds questionable." 

The Sheriff nodded and said. "Thank you for your time. I'll be in touch."

That afternoon the County Attorney was on the phone with New York, and listened to the plethora of lawsuits that were ready on a moments notice if anything even slightly resembling harassment happened. He groaned and took a Tums from a bottle and chewed it slowly.

"OK Sheriff. From what I see, this reception you got was planned. Not the people exactly, since this Geneva was only there a day. However the approach they took. Inviting you in, giving you copies of the employment and training contracts. Then the books and the card from the lawyer. Devon, whoever he is, was well briefed, and well represented by legal talent. They have a dozen lawyers, more than I have secretaries I might add, who are chomping at the bit to sue this county from here to kingdom come. If you set up a drivers license checkpoint within five miles of that house, I'm going to get a letter demanding proof that you didn't do it to harass the occupants." 

"We can't do anything?" Clark asked shocked. "They get away with it?" 

"They aren't breaking the law." The Attorney said waving the contracts. "Do you want to argue with the staff of Harvard about the participants being insane?" He shook his head. "I'm not about to do that. Do you want to argue law with half the graduating class of every prestigious law school in the nation?" 

"It's wrong what he's doing." Clark raged.

"Morally, perhaps. Legally, not even close." 

"Sheriff, we have to stop him." 

"From what?" The Sheriff asked. "Those girls about cried when we talked about taking them away. They want to be there. That may be crazy, but apparently not to the satisfaction of the damn shrinks." 

"Let me go there, I'll get something on him. Cheating on his taxes, kiddie porn, something." Clark said.

"He invited you, because he knows you won't get anything. If you get nothing, we can't go back, ever." The Sheriff said. "Sooner or later he's going to tell his Security people to tell us to go fuck ourselves. We won't be able to enter without his permission, or a warrant." 

"We'll get a warrant." Clark said. "Domestic abuse." 

"Not on that you won't. This contract says that physical discipline is part of the employment. Corporal punishment is understood to be a part of their chosen lifestyle and is accepted as such." The attorney said flipping a page. "Physical correction is the quickest way to increase the abilities of a student trainee. It is understood that physical corporal punishment is permitted, and used as required in the judgment of the trainers." 

Clark threw up her hands exasperated and said. "I don't believe this." 

"Believe it. The law says that people have a right to do what they please. It's the right to privacy, and the pursuit of happiness. If we so much as raise an eyebrow at them, we'll be sued in a dozen courts across the state." The Attorney said. "You'll need real proof of wrongdoing before you get a warrant request from this office. I'm not going to defend myself for Misconduct in front of the State Bar for harassing innocent people."

"Innocent? Jesus Christ did you hear us? They were using canes on that woman Geneva." Clark said outraged.

"Fine, get her to swear that she told them to stop, and they ignored this safe word thing. Then kept her there against her permission. Then you can arrest the bunch of them and we'll fight it out in court and win. Until then, you're to leave them alone." The Attorney said finally. 

"Thank you Brian, I appreciate you taking the time to talk to us." The Sheriff said standing to go. "Come on Ann, let's go back to work."

In the car the Sheriff said. "I'm going to brief the watch commanders, and only them, on this little academy thing. I want you to keep your mouth shut. If this gets out to the newsies, I'll suspect it was you, and you'll be up before a board of review."

"Great, I'm the one trying to protect the citizens, and I get in trouble." 

"Ann, your emotionally connected. There isn't a crime, not one that we could get an indictment for. They have the law on their side, and if we do anything, anything at all to them, including sicking the newsies on them, we're the ones who are on the wrong side of the law." Mitchell looked out the window and said. "Sometimes, you can't fix the world, sometimes, you can only watch it go by." 

"That's not good enough." 

"It has to be. If we trump something up, it's going to get tossed out of court in a second. Then we're the ones facing charges. Not them." The Sheriff said. "If they hurt someone, we'll investigate, but it's going to be an accident. No intent to harm, so we'll be lucky to get a reckless endangerment whiff from it." 

Ann wasn't willing to chill, she was one year out of the Police Academy, and driving the sheriff was at the request of her Father who was an old friend of the Sheriff's. She still thought she could save the world; you just have to want to. The Sheriff had agreed to the request, thinking that she was just playing cop, until she woke up, got married, and settled down to be a mommy and all the trimmings. 

Devon spent lunch considering and then decided. "Andre, would you like to go to town with me tonight?" 

"Where are we going?"

"We're off to continue spreading the word about or great facilities here. You're an attractive, young, and rather fit young man, I'm sure some of the ladies would love to hear about you're abilities in training them." Devon said smiling slightly. 

"OK, are we taking one of the girls?" 

"No, Jeannette would be my first choice, but she's carrying a large burden while the other two are in training. We're trying to get them as far as we can before we make training a secondary priority with them." Devon said. "Instead, I'll introduce you as my advanced preparedness trainer." 

"No problem. We leave after dinner?" 

"Yes, dress properly, must look the part and all of that." Devon said.

"You got it."

The phone rang and Devon answered it and Dominique started speaking almost immediately. "Devon, I have the lawyers are breathing down the neck of the County Attorney, that should keep them honest at least." 

"Honesty is such a wonderful virtue." Devon said.

"Isn't it though? Second, your demonstration with Jeannette and with Diane has really started the players to talking." 

"I was planning on going to town tonight with Andre, to continue spreading the world of our efforts here. I was thinking the VIP of de Sade and then home." Devon said.

"Good, keep working it Devon." Dominique said and hung up. 

Turning to Andre he said. "Word of our activity here continues to spread."

"Apparently you're quite the showman Devon." Andre said with his usual grin fixed on his face.

Devon nodded and said. "Make sure you're rested. These clubs tend to be open late, and the patrons are vampires, they don't stir in the daylight." 

"Got it." Andre said and left the dining room. Devon went to his office and filed a couple reports on progress. Then he went upstairs to take a short nap. He needed to be rested too. Playing the all-knowing master was trying at times.

Jeannette was working. Master was going out tonight, and Diane was nervous about her sleep training, whenever that was to be. Jeannette had said that Diane tossed and turned all night. Master would have been most unhappy. Diane wasn't aware that she did it. She realized the cages would be painful until she learned to sleep. 

Devon notified Jeannette about the plan for tomorrow and then he went upstairs. He decided that tomorrow night Diane would start sleep training. It was about time too. 

Diane was at this moment getting flogged back and forth across the floor by Mistress Rebecca. "Damn it Girl, stand up straight. Now, kneel like a proper slave." The cane whistled through the air and connected on Diane's inner thigh. "Spread those legs. Stop hiding your cunt from me slut." 

Down the hall, Geneva was listening as Master Thomas explained that the devices were sensitive to pressure. Each one sought a different level of competence. 

"Master Devon let me try this one." Geneva said pointing at number one. "I managed to get a couple green lights." 

"Good, then you'll have no problem in this class slave." Thomas said cheerfully. "Not at first at least. Now, let's see you work station one." 

Geneva knelt and began licking the cunt as she had yesterday, and was almost immediately rewarded with a green light. She continued to follow the prompts and in an hour saw the task complete on the screen. She turned and smiled up at Master Thomas who was watching her. 

"Good girl, that's a good slave." Thomas said. "We have some time left, let's start at station two." 

Geneva moved to station two, and began to suck the small dick that hung from the wall, working to get the green lights. The lights that said she had pleasured Master. The lights that would eventually show she was past level one, and could come. She was getting hornier performing like this, kneeling before a guy, sucking a plastic dick like some wanton slut. That's what she was, a wanton slut. She shuddered in pleasure and increased her efforts as her arousal increased. She imagined herself sucking one cock and listening to another person talk about her like Diane had done. That would be wonderful. She blinked up at the screen; she had been so intent on her fantasy, that she had finished the task. Task complete flashed up on the screen and Geneva blinked at it. 

"You really seemed to be enjoying yourself Slave." Thomas said. "I think you'll do just fine in this class." He looked at the clock and said. "Since you've completed the first two, I'm going to be generous and let you have some time on other things. Come with me." He led her to the hallway and got the cleaning closet opened. 

"OK, here's the cleaning supply closet. Every floor has one. Take this dust mop, and run it along the floor until six and then go to dinner. If Diane comes out soon, ask her for what needs to be done." 

Geneva began to work with the dust mop, a task she was familiar with from the Army. She thought about ducking into the cleaning closet, or one of the rooms not in use, and sneaking an orgasm. She knew that Master would know, they knew everything about her. Mistress Rebecca snapped her out of her thoughts. 

"So slave, I see you're cleaning. Good. I'm surprised you're not hiding somewhere plunging your hands into that overheated cunt of yours." Rebecca said with an edge of cruelty to her voice.

"Mistress, I won't lie. I was tempted. You'd know, and I don't want to make you angry." Geneva said. 

"Good slave, at first, you obey out of fear of angering your Master. Next, you'll do it because you love your master." Rebecca said softer. "You're coming along well. If you're out here early, you must have done well in Oral Arts." 

"Yes Mistress, I passed the first two stations." Geneva said.

"Well, two stations." Rebecca nodded appreciatively. "If we can get you through Ballet, you'll make a fine slave." 

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Geneva said with a touch of pride. 

Diane was waiting nearby and as Mistress walked away to leave them to their duties. Diane took the polish and went to work on the brass. She had it all shining before it was time to eat.?

"Come on, let's go see if dinner needs some help." Diane said. 

Jeannette was finishing the dinner prep for the slaves and smiled at them. "Hey, Diane, you're not training tomorrow, you're getting your stuff from your apartment. Geneva, tomorrow afternoon you'll be getting your stuff stored too. It's still packed in your car." 

After dinner Geneva went to Ballet, and Diane went to help clean the kitchen. Devon came down dressed for town. He frowned and said. "I was going to send you to sleep training, however if you're a sleep deprived zombie tomorrow it will delay getting your stuff. Thomas is going with you, to assist you Diane." 

"Yes Master, thank you master." Diane said. 

"Jeannette, give her a break tonight." Devon said. "I'm not running a playground." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

"I'm going to spread the word of our little endeavor with Andre tonight. Take care and get to bed early Diane." Devon said and left.

Diane looked sad and said. "Damn we can't play tonight." 

"Nope. Oh well, plenty of nights left for sure."

Geneva was weeping as she tried to master the position of Slave Mouth. She was whipped into position, and then given Slave kneel. She wasn't whipped for once. 

"My God, you got it right. I was thinking you were trying to keep a dime between those knees. You wouldn't spread them for anything." Rebecca said. "I'm wondering if you really understand the insult of hiding yourself." 

"Yes Mistress. I'm so sorry Mistress." Geneva said between sobs. 

"I know you slut, You want people to take that cunt. You want them to bend you over a table, and fuck you silly don't you." Rebecca said.

"Yes Mistress." Geneva admitted lowering her head in humiliation. 

"It's not your cunt anymore. It's mine. It's Masters. We'll fuck you when we want, and if you do it well, we'll reward you with an orgasm." Rebecca said tapping her head with the cane. "You think you're a slut, but you're not. Your silly books have you thinking that the more cock you take, the more cunt you eat, the better slave you are. No, that's only part of it. Presenting yourself to Master is important too. Gliding with grace is important. Standing proud is important." 

"Yes Mistress." 

"You heard the story about Jeannette fucking Luke and wanted to do that right?" Rebecca asked slowly.

"Yes Mistress."

"Why, because you wanted to be humiliated?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

"She wasn't humiliated. Ask her. She wasn't humiliated. She was proud that Master would want to show her off." Rebecca said. "You should be proud of your medals, and proud of your service to the country. It was the first steps in your slavery. Now, you should be proud to display your body. Proud to offer it to Master, as Master loves your offering." 

Geneva sat and thought for a moment. She looked up and asked. "She was proud?" 

"Yes. She loves us. She loves to be a slave." Rebecca said. "She loves to walk around naked. She doesn't care what anyone but Master thinks about it." 

Geneva knelt there considering what she had seen. Diane spoke of loving master. Of loving Master because he knew her, and knew what was best. She didn't act humiliated to parade around naked. She didn't cover herself. She was proud to be a slave. Looking back up at Rebecca she said. "I don't know if I can do that." 

"Yes you can girl. That's what makes a great slave. The pride, the love of Master." Rebecca knelt slave like beside her. "Jeannette is the first slave I've ever seen who does everything, everything out of love. She loves master with every fiber of her being. She trusts Master implicitly. You want Master to degrade you. To humiliate you. So you are humiliated, and degraded. You turn that to arousal, and you're always on edge." 

"Mistress, I don't love you." Geneva said sadly.

"Of course not, you've only been here a couple days. Who could love after two days. You love this life, your fantasy version. The reality is much better. You love Master, and Master gives you all the love you can handle." Rebecca said. "You'll love us in time, when you understand that it's your love, your heart, that makes you a great slave. I'll know when you get there, you won't be hiding yourself. You'll be like Diane, proud to offer yourself to your master." 

Geneva knelt and considered this, and then noticed a distinct change in her arousal. She wasn't so horny she felt like she would explode. She was still horny, but it was lessened. "There's more to this than the sex? Then why do we spend so much time studying sex?" 

"Because sex is a big part of it, but not all of it." Rebecca told her. "It's about service, and dedication. Those things that made the Army work girl. We'll teach you how to massage your Master, to please your Master, how to serve your master. We start with the simple things and move up from there. Walking, kneeling, and oral sex are only the beginning Geneva. Take pride in your service." 

"Mistress, I think you're right about Diane. I talked to her. She said she was proud that Master saw what she could be, and knew she could be a good slave. Jeannette was proud too." 

"Yes, she was." Rebecca looked at the clock. It was still early. "Let's get back to work shall we. Now, let's try slave mouth again." 

Devon drove out the gate and down the street towards the highway to New York. He passed an access road and didn't notice the Honda parked in the shadow. It pulled out right after he drove by, and he noticed the lights almost immediately. 

Ann Clark recognized Devon in the drivers seat; she didn't recognize the other guy. She knew it had been a good idea to do this. She would follow them and get some proof of something on them so the Sheriff would shut them down. She drove her Honda and followed them. 

Devon was on the interstate and saw the car behind them, masked by a couple other cars, but present just the same. "Well, we have some company Andre." 

"Who would be interested in us?" Andre asked. "You said the Sheriff was satisfied." 

"Oh yes. Happy, no. Satisfied, certainly." Devon said. "It's a small car, foreign model. Not official." 

"Well, we'll just have to be on our toes then won't we?" Andre said with a grin.

Devon smiled. "As always my friend."

Devon opened the door and got out of the car and walked towards the club. This lot was a secure one, and had a valet service. Dominique had gotten passes for it, and Devon regularly parked here. The car was safe, and that meant no problems getting back to the house. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 05



Ann Clark groaned. Parking around here was a nightmare. She didn't have a parking pass to that fancy garage. She decided to bluff her way through. She pulled up to the gate and the attendant looked doubtfully at her car. Ann held up her badge. "Police business, put it somewhere safe." 

The guy glanced at her badge and then shrugged. "Ok lady. Whatever." He pulled her car around the corner after giving her a paper slip as a receipt. She headed out after Devon and was determined to follow him. He was up to something.

She saw him around the next corner, going into some night club. She approached the door. The doorman looked her over and frowned at her faded denims and oversized shirt which hid her off duty pistol. She could see he was going to balk at letting her in. 

"Sorry, dress code sweetheart." The oversized steroidisaurus said. 

Flashing her badge again she said. "Police business." 

"Really? I don't remember calling a cop. I'll see if the manager did." 

"I'm looking for someone, they're supposed to be inside." 

The man frowned and said. "May I see your badge again officer?"

She held it up to his nearly seven foot height. He took a second to look at it. "Deputy Sheriff Clark, Connecticut? Where is your New York City escort?" 

Damn him, he knew the system. She was technically supposed to have a New York City officer present. They even had an office called the interdepartmental co-operation division. It was anything but co-operative with other departments. "It's low priority, not worth a tactical team." 

The man frowned and shrugged. "Twenty five cover charge, two drink minimum." 

Ann narrowed her eyes at him and then handed over the cash. She promised herself if he ever so much as spit on the sidewalk in her county she'd bust his ass for sure. 

Ann entered the club and moved around looking for Devon and the big blond guy. She didn't see them after her first sweep and made a second. They came in here. She was sure of that. She then noticed the velvet rope of the VIP and groaned. He was in the back with the big rollers. She couldn't bluff her way past that doorman. He wasn't as big, but would be twice as intelligent as the one at the door who saw through her. Damn it all to hell. 

She sipped her club soda and tried to be low key, which was tough given the costumes some of these people were wearing. It was outrageous the way the women dressed in here. Sluts and gold diggers, all of them. Fucking whores.

Devon saw Andre looking at the big window and raised an eyebrow. "Devon, there is actually a person at the bar sipping a drink wearing jeans in this club." 

Devon turned his head and saw the girl, and actually laughed. "That isn't a person, that's Deputy Clark from earlier today." 

Andre shook his head. "Not real good at blending in is she?" 

"This is her personal crusade now. She'll try and bluff her way back here next." Devon said. "Probably threaten the doorman with obstruction charges if he doesn't let her back here." 

Andre smiled. "I'd be happy to chat with her if you like." 

Devon smiled. "No she saw you with me. She's not that gullible." Then he considered. "There are private rooms. I wonder if one is available. It should be on a Wednesday night." Devon signaled for a waiter and asked, then accepted room number three, right off the main room. Devon then wrote a short message and gave it to the Waiter with instructions pointing out the right person.

Devon rose and took his drink to the private room with Andre. He waited and watched. The private room had a window with the mirror on the outside, and the darker interior allowed the occupant to look over the club to see if they wished to allow some of the little people to join them. Devon watched as the waiter approached Ann and handed her the card. 

Ann closed her eyes in real humiliation and pain. She had been spotted, and worse, she was identified and he was asking her to join him in the fucking VIP like a little groupie. She looked at the windows, the wrong one of course, and glared hatred at him. Devon looked to his right and then realized she was staring where she assumed he would be, the center of the mirrors. He laughed at her silly notions. 

Ann walked to the rope and the doorman didn't even hesitate, he just moved it aside for her. She stormed in and looked around. Andre approached her and pointed her to the Private room and asked her to join them. 

She stormed in like a hurricane. She saw Devon sitting with his back to a wall, the room was large enough for a half dozen or so judging by the chairs, and said. "Hello Deputy Clark, out clubbing tonight?"

Damn him, he was so fucking smug. "Yes as a matter of fact, I was." 

"Not really your type of club I'd assume. I see you more as a cocktails and finger food type than a bondage girl." Devon said. "Please have a seat. If you wished to join us, it would have saved gas to ride with us. We won't be out too late." 

Ann sat and said. "I'm telling you now, I'm on to you. I'm going to get the evidence, and I'm going to bust your ass buddy." 

Devon raised an eyebrow. "Did I speed on the way here? Forget to signal a lane change?" 

"You know what I mean."

Devon laughed and said. "Deputy Clark, please relax. Everything I do is absolutely legal. Everything. I know you ran me through your computer. Not even a speeding ticket was there?" 

"No, but that just means you haven't been caught." Ann said her fury bubbling to the surface. 

"Please, relax Deputy. I mean you no harm, and I mean no one any harm. I'm as docile as a kitten."

"I got bit once by a kitten, hurt like hell." 

Andre laughed and set his drink down. "I'm sorry I missed the scene this morning. It must have been great fun." 

"It was. Deputy Clark kept telling me I was awful, and the Sheriff kept hoping she'd be quiet." Devon said. "She brow beat our girls trying to get them to admit to our keeping them against their wills. Apparently she was hoping for a false imprisonment charge." 

"You've brainwashed them. Or you're taking advantage of their mental condition." Ann said through slitted eyes. 

Devon said. "When can I expect you in uniform to observe the academy's activity Deputy?" 

Ann hated him more at that moment than any before. "The Sheriff was scared off by your lawyers, but I'm not." 

"My lawyers are a bit overprotective." Devon said.

"So call them off, and let me come in there." Ann said.

"I've already offered. The Sheriff has refused." Devon said.

"He's afraid that after you spend a few day waltzing me around, that your Lawyers will decide that any further attention is harassment." Ann answered.

"They just might." Devon allowed. "Tell you what, let's make this a little easier on you. Does the Sheriff allow you to do whatever you please on your days off? You get them don't you?" 

"Yes, I get days off."

"I don't. I work every day. We train every day." Devon said sadly. "Perhaps I need a union?" 

"I'd think they'd get in the way of your bashing women." 

"Perhaps you're right. Deputy, You don't think I'm really going to commit a crime in your jurisdiction?" 

"Yes. I know you are."

"Then come out and see for yourself." Devon said again.

"I can't the Sheriff and the County Attorney are both against the idea." Ann said.

"Your days off. As a guest, unofficially. You can keep your gun of course. Wouldn't want you defenseless against naked women and passive men." Devon said and sipped his drink. "I'll even give you a whip to keep us all in line." 

Ann stood up and stormed out of the room. She left the club and had to pay fifteen dollars to get her car back, the attendant swearing that it was the official police business rate. She drove home angry and humiliated. She just knew Devon was laughing at her. 

He wasn't. He was chatting with people in the club. Searching for a trainer, and another slave. A team would be acceptable, but no luck tonight. He decided to search another club tomorrow. Rebecca would have to see to the Academy while he sought their new staff members. He really needed to find at least one bi sexual male slave. A natural dominant, or a switch to act as trainer would be gravy. 

The doorman chatted with a cop on the local beat who got called when there was a problem. "Yeah, it's quiet tonight. Just that cop from Connecticut waving her shield to get in." 

"What?" 

"Yeah, Some deputy sheriff from Connecticut named Clark I think." The guy said and then gave the county and described the event.

The officer who had a sense of humor, and was once pulled over driving through Connecticut and had been asked if the police in New York were the same as real cops by a state trooper with a sense of humor decided to call that one in. He jotted the information on the right form, and set it in his folder to be turned in at the end of his watch.

There was a chance, a slim chance, that the little blond was impersonating a cop, but you couldn't go wrong doing what the book told you to. 

The form ended up on his Sergeants desk, who frowned at it and checked his list of currently cooperating interdepartmental investigations, nothing from that county in Connecticut. He passed the form to the watch lieutenant, and went home after his shift.  

The form bounced it's way through the monstrous administrative machine that was the police department, and finally ended up on the desk of a Sergeant at the office of interdepartmental co-operation. He in turn decided to ask this Sheriff's department what they were investigating in the fair city of New York. A ten-minute phone call later and all hell had broken loose for Ann.

She was in records doing some research on the corporation that owned that building. They were overseas, and used the same lawyers who Devon had called. Convenient. Her cell phone rang and she answered without thinking and was told to get up to the Sheriff's office on the double. 

She hustled, wondering if there was a shooting or something that the Sheriff was off to. She found the Watch Commander, a Captain Goodman and one of the investigators from Internal Affairs. She walked in the office with a feeling of dread spreading through her stomach. "Yes Sheriff?"

"Deputy Clark, were you in New York City last night, attempting to gain access to a Club de Sade via your police credentials?" Sheriff Mitchell asked in an official voice.

Ann looked down, that bastard had called his lawyers. "Sheriff I can explain." 

"I'm going to take that as a yes." The Sheriff said. "To bring you up to speed, since you've not seen fit to do that for me, the New York Police Department called here, asking about our investigating in their jurisdiction. When it was bumped up to me, I informed them we had no investigation ongoing in New York." Mitchell said. "When they told me Deputy Carter, they were concerned we had someone impersonating a police officer. I informed them that we had a Deputy Carter, and she was impersonating a person with a brain if she had been in New York waving her shield around. They told me where, and I about blew a blood vessel Ann." Sheriff Mitchell's volume had been increasing steadily through the statement, ending just below a shout.

He hadn't gone to the lawyers, the doorman had told the cops in New York. "Sheriff, I drove by out there, and Devon was driving in the other direction. I followed him on a hunch." Ann began.

"Ann, you haven't been on the force long enough to have hunches." Sheriff Mitchell said slowly and in a dangerous voice.

"Sheriff, I followed him and wasn't dressed for the club, it cost me twenty five bucks to get in, and the badge waved the dress code." Ann said. "That's all." She knew the parking attendant hadn't seen her badge well enough to get any information.

The Sheriff said. "So you followed the guy I told you to leave alone. Bordering on harassment, and hid out in the corner of the club hoping to see what?" 

"Actually, he saw me, and invited me into the VIP section sir, a private room." Ann said sheepishly.

The internal affairs investigator sat down and shook his head. He was trying not to smile. While this wasn't a really serious problem, it was potentially embarrassing for the Sheriff's Department. The Watch commander rubbed his face with a hand as if trying to get rid of a headache. Sheriff Mitchell blinked at her and said. "Ann, you didn't go did you?"

"Yes, I was hoping he'd slip up, admit something we could use."

The Watch Commander sighed. "I'm glad he didn't. If he had, you couldn't use it. You were outside of your jurisdiction Officer." 

"Sheriff, he invited me to come out there and see his operation." Ann pleaded. "I know he's dirty, I know he is." 

The Sheriff shook his head. Turning to the Watch Commander he asked. "Is New York going to make an issue of this?"

"No Sheriff, I don't think so. They're getting a laugh out of one of our rookies getting into a bondage club, but that's going to pass in a day or so." 

Turning to Internal Affairs he asked. "Anything but colossal bad judgment in waving her shield?"

"Infraction of departmental policy, ignoring your instructions, otherwise, I don't see a big case here." 

The Sheriff thanked them and asked to be alone with the Deputy for a moment. When they'd left and closed the door the Sheriff asked her to sit. "Ann, tell me why I shouldn't pursue those charges, against you, not this Devon whatever his last name is."

"Uncle Jack, you know he's dirty." 

"No, I know he's a pervert. He has a right to be that. I know he's a very careful pervert, his law firm proves that." The Sheriff said. "What crime is he committing Deputy?"

"Sheriff, the corporation that owns that house is an off shore one, they're represented by the same law firm that called us about Devon in New York." 

"So what? Of course the Corporate Attorney's called to protect the corporate house of bondage delights. Who cares? Is that a crime to have access to lawyers now? Have you read the Constitution lately?" Sheriff Mitchell asked in exasperation.

"Sheriff, it's a corporation in the Caymans, which means it's probably a front for the Mob or something." Ann said.

"Or a branch of the Kennedy's in Boston. Ann, there are millions of off shore accounts set up to protect money and investors. That's why they do it. Merely working for or owning one isn't a crime. Is he smuggling drugs? No, he's way too smart for that. Is he laundering money? I will bet you a months salary that his books are more accurate than your check book." Sheriff Mitchell said. "He's a guy who has all his permits, and all his certificates in order. This morning, the County Medical Records guy got a request to test a Paramedic for licensing and certification; just like this Devon said was in progress. The request was perfect according to county." 

"He's beating those women." Ann said outraged. 

"They want to be beaten." Sheriff Mitchell said. "I'm giving you a direct order now. Drop this now. If he's doing something, it's going to pop up on radar eventually, and we'll catch him, or the Feds will. In the mean time you're running off the reservation has jeopardized any investigation we may have had a chance of doing. Ann, you have to be a pro here."

"Does that mean my personal time too? He invited me out there on my personal time, to learn and understand the BDSM lifestyle." Ann said angrily. "Would I be jeopardizing an investigation to visit a friend?"

Sheriff Mitchell looked at her and shook his head. "Ann, you're transferred to jail duty effective immediately. You are to report there at zero eight hundred tomorrow morning." 

"Sheriff, that's bullshit and you know it." Ann said.

"I know you're too personally involved in this. I know you're not acting professionally, and I know you're running around trying to get yourself in trouble. You've succeeded. You're transferred to the Jail. If I hear you're even driving by that exit on the interstate, you had better be on your way somewhere important. Is that clear Deputy Clark?"

"Yes Sheriff, that's clear. It's clear you intend to allow a criminal bastard like that operate in the county." Ann said outraged and unable to control her tongue. "Did he donate to your campaign fund?" 

Sheriff Mitchell sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Go on Ann. You'll get your schedule tomorrow." 

Ann stormed out of the office, her thoughts dark and angry. She went home to her apartment and stomped around for a while and then sat and fumed. Damn that fucking Devon. Damn the Sheriff and the coward Attorney. They could get this guy if only someone had some balls.



The Vassal Academy Ch. 06



Part 06: Exploration

Thomas and Diane had gone to New York to empty out Diane's apartment. She was boxing up some of her things and looking at the furniture and said. "Master, that bed is worthless, the dresser a piece of junk." She shook her head. "It wouldn't survive a trip down the stairs."

Thomas was piling boxes on a dolly and glanced at them. "Oh they're old, but should be OK." 

"Master, I don't really want them anymore. I don't want most of this stuff." Diane admitted sitting on the bed. "I want a few things, but mostly I want to be home. I'm getting depressed here." 

Thomas smiled and started to tug the Dolly out. "Keep packing, we'll talk about the furniture after we've loaded your clothes and belongings OK?"

"Yes Master." Diane said and looked at her old bed again. She'd gotten it from a sale shop in the neighborhood. She hated it when she got it, right after breaking up with Suzanne. She didn't really like her roommates, they were a couple, and Diane had always been the outsider. 

Diane finished emptying the dresser and boxing the clothes. She wrote a note for her roomies, and then carried the last box of belongings down, loading them into a mini-van that she knew would hold everything she had. With room to spare. Eight boxes was all she had, eight boxes of stuff. It seemed to be hardly worth the trouble to move. 

Thomas looked at her for a moment. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?" 

"Yeah, I gave Chuck and Larry an address if they needed anything, or whatever." She said. "I just want to go home." 

Thomas nodded and got in to drive her home. On the ride back through the slower daytime traffic of New York she stared out the window. "I was never happy here Master, I've always hated my life, and always wanted something else" 

Thomas said. "It's hard to find what you're really meant to do. Sometimes, it finds you." 

"Yes Master." She turned and looked at him. "Did you know I almost didn't go to the club that night? I was home depressed and just sitting staring at the TV. I went on a whim, a desperate need to go somewhere. I dressed up and went to the club. A group of five was going into the VIP and I fell in with them, crashing the gate. I'd done that a few times before, often enough that some in there had known me. If had had just stayed home eating ice cream, like I'd planned to, I'd still be in that tiny room in that crappy apartment being miserable."

"Instead, you have a tiny room in a big old house where we make you run around naked and spank you for misbehaving." Thomas said. 

"Yes Master, and I'm grateful. I think the big difference is that I feel loved, and appreciated at the house. I think that with you, and the other Masters, I know what I'm supposed to do. I never was sure in the city." Diane said.

"Well, we're headed home." Thomas said. "Where you can get out of those clothes you keep pulling at like they're too tight." 

"They are. I don't know how that happened. They fit, but they're too tight to wear." Diane said. 

"I know." Thomas said. "You're adapting amazingly well to this lifestyle. Geneva's pushing hard too. You're both doing great." 

Diane smiled and said. "I've got a lot left to do though haven't I?" 

"Yes Diane, you do. You have cunt training, anal training, sleep training, more ballet, more oral arts, and a couple hundred hours of just kneeling and being present to serve Master. That gets you used to kneeling beside Master in a public or semi public environment." Thomas said. 

"Anal training, Master Devon said it wouldn't hurt, and that I'd like it." 

"You will." Thomas glanced at her. "If I'm right, you'll be begging for it you'll like it so much." 

Diane smiled a bit sheepishly and said. "I'm not sure about that. I'm figuring I'm lucky if it doesn't kill me."

"Tried it before?"

"No Master, I've always been too scared." 

"You'll spend days wearing a butt plug with us. This opens you up, gets you used to having something there. Then when you're sufficiently open, we'll take you for the first time. Not gently, slaves don't need gentleness, but we're not slamming a semi truck into a dock either." 

Diane smiled. "That about describes the way a friend had it done." 

"Then we'll give you days where you get no anal training, to give you time to relax and get used to the process. Our system has worked many times." Thomas said. "Tell you what, I'll get Jeannette, and show you an anal training day. I'll have her wearing the belt and plug all day and you can see how she reacts to it." 

"Thank you Master." Diane said. "I don't want Jeannette to suffer for me."

"She won't. It's about time for her to get a refresher anyway." Thomas said. "Trust your Masters, they'll take care of you."

"I thought there would be more being tied up and stuff like that. The bondage part of it." 

"Oh we'll get to that. Right now, we're focusing on your ability to serve master. We'll please you as a reward for that service later." 

Diane smiled and said. "Patience and poise right Master?"

"Yes Slave Diane, just so." 

They were turning off the interstate and headed towards the house as they passed Deputy Carter in her Honda sitting and stewing. She recognized Thomas and Diane in the mini van. She could see boxes in the back through the tinted glass. This was it, she had them now. She'd use Devon's invitation to get in, and then she'd see what was in the boxes, and prove they were smuggling something. Probably kiddie porn or something else really good.

Diane started her car and took off. She headed towards the entrance. She had only been waiting about twenty minutes, which was a shame thought Fate.

She got to the Gate and saw it was already closed with Thomas inside. She rolled her window down and said. "I'm Ann Clark, Devon invited me."

"One moment Miss Clark." The guard said smiling and then he dialed a phone. 

Ann forced herself to be calm. There were a lot of boxes, and they couldn't have unloaded them all already. The gate opened and the guard waved her through. She headed up the drive and then her blood ran cold. The Sheriff's car was right there in front. Damn it to hell. The Sheriff and County Attorney were there too, at the top of the steps to the damn porch. 

Ann knew she was truly and completely screwed now. She parked and got out of the car and stood there. Defiant and convinced she was morally justified. 

The Sheriff walked to her slowly, obviously trying to contain his anger. He got to her and softly so no one else could hear began to speak. "Deputy Clark, as of this moment you're suspended pending administrative review." 

Devon called from the Porch. "Ah, Ann. I'm glad you could make it. I wasn't aware that you were off today. Please, come on up."

The Sheriff turned around mortified. "Sir, I'm afraid that she's not going to be here long. I'm sending her back to the station."

"Why? She's done nothing wrong. She's an invited guest Sheriff. If I'm a legitimate Businessman, as you say all evidence indicates, then surely I'm allowed guests, whomever I choose to allow onto my property." Devon said smiling that charming smile of his. 

Ann felt the tension in the air. Sheriff Mitchell cleared his throat and said. "Sir, I've previously instructed Deputy Carter to keep from harassing you."

"I don't believe Ms. Carter is here on police business sir. I believe this would qualify as personal. Call it a research assignment if you wish." Devon said. "I'll thank you again for coming by and letting me know that the documents I provided satisfied you as to our intentions to strictly follow the rules and the law." 

Devon shook hands with the Attorney and then waved at Ann. "Please come up Ann. I'll have drinks brought in." 

The Sheriff glared at Ann and hissed at her. "You better not be doing what I think you are."

Ann smiled and said. "Why Sheriff, I'm just visiting a law abiding citizen. Hoping to learn more about his interests, expand my knowledge, that sort of thing." 

Sheriff Mitchell turned and walked to his car and Ann watched her career flush down the tubes. She walked up the steps and said. "I don't know why you did that."

"You are a guest, and I did invite you didn't I?" 

"Yes, but you know what I mean." Ann said. 

Devon waved her inside and said. "Please come with me to the office and I'll make a quick phone call."

Ann followed him and sat down as Devon picked up his phone and pushed a button for speed dial. "Dominique, how are you?" There was a pause as she answered him. "Yes, The Sheriff was just out here and told me how upstanding I was. That's not why I called. I would like a favor from the legal brains there." Another pause. "Well, Deputy Clark was driving up on her own personal private time and in her personal private vehicle wearing civilian clothing when the Sheriff seemed quite miffed at this. Seemed to me, and it was probably a mistaken impression, that the Sheriff believed she was harassing me." Devon paused and smiled at the expression on Ann's face. "Yes, I was wondering if the Legal minds could perhaps suggest that who and what a person does on their own time." A short pause. "Yes, perfect Dominique. I do thank you." Devon hung up and smiled at Ann.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Ann asked enraged.

"Yes, I just saved your job, or did as much as I could to save your job."

"I'm the one that wants to throw you in jail." Ann said as if explaining this to a three year old. 

"I know, and so does the Sheriff. Which is why he'll call it harassment. On the other hand, if he knows that you'll be represented by the same law firm that has been threatening him for two days, perhaps he'll refrain from firing you for now." Devon said. "Best I could do." 

Ann shook her head. "You're insane. You're keeping your sworn enemy at your throat." 

Devon smiled. "If you're my biggest enemy, I want you right where you are. Right on my ass making sure I'm doing everything legally."

Jeannette came in with a pitcher and some water glasses on a tray. "Master, I took the liberty of bringing water."

Jeannette was wearing the see through shirt thing again. Or another one like it.
 "They're going to fire me. If not for harassment, then for moral turpitude or something." Ann said. 

"Would you like a job?" Devon asked.

Ann's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "You son of a bitch, you want me parading around naked calling you Master?"

"No, I need a trainer. I'm short one trainer. I could teach you how to train, and then you could train for me." Devon said.

Ann lunged to her feet. "You couldn't teach me a fucking thing." 

Jeannette knelt on the floor and looked up at Ann. "Why do you hate Master so?"

"He abuses you. He's brainwashed you to believing this is what you want." Ann said.

"I was free. I'd left this scene, this life. I lived for six months in Oklahoma. I was miserable. I even listened to those who said I was disturbed. I went to a shrink, and after banging my head on the wall for six months, I got tired of the squishy sound it was making." Jeannette shook her head. "I sought Master Devon out, went looking for him. I've found him. I'll never leave him again."

"Why did you hate it?" Ann asked. She could tell that Jeannette was telling the truth. 

"I had to make decisions. What burger do I want. What soft drink. What do I want for breakfast. What song do I want to listen to. There were thousands each day and I hated making those decisions. I was spending my days reading books, trying to find something to occupy my time. I tried dating. I tried hobbies, and I was more miserable after each one." Jeannette shrugged and held her hands up. "What could I do? Finally, I traveled across country, determined to find Master. I was out, I got therapy, and I hated my life, and hated myself." 

"Perhaps with a little more time." Ann suggested.

Jeannette shook her head. "I almost took a bottle full of sleeping pills. I was ready to, because I was so unhappy so utterly miserable." Tears formed in her eyes, one broke free and ran down her cheek. "What saved my life was knowing that my master would be unhappy with my decision. I decided to go back to him, and trust him."

Jeannette shifted slightly and looked up at Devon. "Master saved my life, and I love him for that. He gives me purpose, and I love him for that. He gives me direction, and value. To him, I'm unique, I'm special. I'm his lead slave."

"Miss Clark. The only way I'm leaving him is if you have a warrant for my arrest. In that event, you better have a bunch of cops, cause I'm not going quietly." Jeannette said determination clear in her words, and her voice.

"He doesn't value you." Ann said seriously.

"Yes he does. I know it, I've seen it." Jeannette said softy. "Master loves me. Before I was just another woman in Oklahoma. Now, I'm the best slave in the area, probably in the surrounding states. I'm number one, doing something I love to do. I love to see to Master's needs, and his desires. I love having all the decisions made for me. This is what I am, why can't you accept that?"

"Because it's wrong." Ann said.

"For you, yes it would be wrong to kneel here. For me, it would be wrong to do what you do. I couldn't be as absolutely convinced I knew what was best for everyone, like you are. I couldn't do that." Jeannette said.

Devon cleared his throat and said. "Ann, follow her around for a while. The threat to your job isn't going anywhere. See what she does, let her show you her life, and listen with an open mind to her." 

Ann glared hate at Devon and stood to walk out. "Come on Jeannette, what do you do all day."

Jeannette rose and said. "I serve Master." 

Ann spent the afternoon talking to Jeannette and watching her work around the house. She tried to talk sense to Jeannette. "They're abusing you Jeannette, they're using you for their own sick pleasure."

"How many orgasms did you have last week?" Jeannette asked.

"What? None of your damn business." Ann countered.

"I had at least a dozen, not including the arousal table." Jeannette said. "That's a lot of love don't you think?"

"That's not love."

"If married people do it, it's called making love. If a couple in a relationship do it, it's called making love. If I do it, it's not love?" Jeannette asked. "Fine with me, but it was still pretty damn good." 

Ann shook her head. She just had to get through to this woman. "Jeannette, you don't have to do this." 

"I know, but I want to." Jeannette said as she finished filing the forms and glancing at her watch said. "Diane should be done putting her stuff away."

"What was in those boxes, the ones that Thomas brought in?" Ann asked suddenly remembering the mini van and boxes.

"Diane's stuff. She had an apartment in New York, and wanted to close it down, she lives here now. Most of it is now stored in the Garage, we have an attic there. All labeled as her stuff." Jeannette said. "She's probably going to have a short class in Ballet, and tonight she's got sleep training." 

"So where's the other one, Geneva at now?" 

"In oral arts, with Master Andre." Jeannette said. "I'm headed that way now, I need to check the area to make sure it's clean, and check on Geneva's room." 

"What about Geneva's room, why do you need to check it?"

"She's sleeping chained right now, until she learns it's Masters body to do with as he pleases. Geneva is learning to submit gracefully, and to respect and love Master." Jeannette said.

"Have you slept in chains?" 

"Sure. All slaves do sooner or later. It's part of our life." Jeannette said. She smiled. "It's better than the chastity belt torture." 

"What's that?" Ann asked.

Jeannette turned and stopped to look at her. "I'll show it to you. It's in the cunt training room." Then she headed off towards that room. Ann followed her gritting her teeth at the name of the room. 

In the room Jeannette picked up a belt from a cabinet. "Master designed it himself. It's battery operated here, and is on a timer of sorts. At random intervals, it activates the probe which is in your cunt, and the tickler which is in your ass, and the hummer which is on your clit." Jeannette said. "It activates for a few seconds, up to a minute. While you're wearing it, you're always being tortured by the thing activating at random, it drives you insane with desire." 

"Jesus Christ." Ann said looking at it. "This is fucking cruel."

"Yeah, it's torture. I wore it for nine hours once, and was twitching and trying to straddle the banisters. It's really worse than the table, because the table only lasts for a couple hours at the most before you explode in passion. That is one mind shattering orgasm." Jeannette put the belt back. "Master gave me that when I forgot to put on clothes. He wouldn't let me come for four days afterwards, to make sure I'd learned my lesson."

Ann shook her head. "That is insane Jeannette."

"Oh no. I'd disobeyed Master, and he punished me. He knows I want lots of orgasms, and he always gives them to me. If I'm bad, I don't get any. If I'm really bad, he forces them out of me, a rapid fire series of little orgasms that never quite seem to satisfy you. They exhaust you, sure, but never quite satisfy you. You're left wanting more, but your cunt's too numb to get any more."

"Don't use that word." Ann hissed.

"What word?"

"Call it a vagina, or your sex, or something." 

"If a rose by any other name would be as sweet, wouldn't a pussy by any other name be the same?" Jeannette asked.


"It's degrading." 

"To you perhaps. To me, it's what it is." Jeannette shrugged and said. "It's a cunt." 

Ann rolled her eyes and said. "What about anal sex, that's dangerous you know." 

"Oh that's fun. I get the most amazing orgasms from that." Jeannette said her eyes lighting up. 

"It's wrong." 

"It's not illegal." Jeannette protested.

"It's wrong Jeannette. All of this is wrong." 

Frowning Jeannette said. "You're not listening, at least not with an open mind are you?" 

"Do they hit you? Beat you?" 

"Sure, with canes, whips, and floggers. I like them best. they sting all over that way. Oh your skin feels so alive that way. You're floating on clouds of pleasure when they're done." Jeannette said smiling. "If you breath right, you'll get the endorphins pumping, and you're in heaven." 

"Jeannette, that's impossible." 

"No, it's subspace, it's in the books, read up on it." Jeannette answered. Looking at her watch she said. "I need to help Chef soon. Come on, let's check Geneva's room and the sleep training room for Diane. Then we can go help Chef." 

"Oh joy of my life." Ann said and followed. Jeannette checked the cage first, making sure it was working right and then turning the power off again. She checked the bindings and the chains and clapped her hands once. She nodded when a small red light came on and then she walked out of the slave training room Geneva was using. 

"What was that about, the hand bit?" Ann asked. 

"If a slave is in trouble and calls for help, it activates an alarm in the training wing. We come running to see what the problem is." Jeannette said. "The sleep training rooms have two sensors. One beeps back at the student to wake them and get them to stop snoring, or whatever, the other alerts us." 

"You sound like they care about the students, while they're torturing them." Ann said sarcastically.

Jeannette finally got mad. She turned on Ann and said. "Don't you even say that we don't care. We care more than you think. We care more than you'll ever know what happens to the slaves. That's why we're here, to save them. To save them from cruel masters who don't know what they're doing, or don't care." Jeannette seemed to settle and then she said. "We care about them Ms. Clark. We care so much we don't get much sleep when a Student is first put into sleep training. One of us, probably me, will be up all night listening to make sure they're not in real trouble." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 06



"Of course it's going to be you, can't wake the masters." 

"They get the next two nights. No one gets the duty straight through." Jeannette said. "We share burdens here. You'd see that if you'd open your eyes and shut down that women's lib bullshit."

"It's not bullshit, it's equality." Ann said.


"No it's bullshit. It's a lie. It says I should be able to do what I want, but when I want to do this, someone like you gets all upset because I'm being degraded. It's a fucking lie. So long as I want to be a guy and wear a gun and be a cop. It's fine. If I want to be a woman, and be a slave, and be here, then I'm crazy right. Don't tell me it's not a lie, because it is. It only applies if I make choices the liberated leaders decide are right." Jeannette said and walked into the kitchen. "It doesn't allow me to be who I want, it only allows me to be who you want me to be." 

Ann was brought up short by that, was it true? She blinked her eyes and walked in and said. "Can I help?"

"NO." Jeannette said harshly. "I wouldn't want to diminish your liberated womanhood by having you in the kitchen. Next thing you know, you'll find a guy and have an orgasm, or a girl, whatever floats the liberated boat these days." 

Diane was in the kitchen and her eyes were open wide in shock. She stared at Jeannette and Ann and stood frozen.

Jeannette put the apron on and said. "Damn it." Looking up she had tears in her eyes as she lifted her wrist and said into the radio mike. "Master." 

"Yes Jeannette." Devon's voice came from the small speaker. 


"Master, I've been bad." Jeannette said with a tear running down her cheek.

"Where are you slave?" Devon asked.

"In the kitchen Master." Jeannette said and then she said. "I was angry with Miss. Clark Master." 

"I'll be there in a minute." Devon said. 

He walked in a minute later and found Jeannette standing and sobbing quietly. She looked at him with tears running down her cheeks and then knelt on the floor and hung her head in shame. Diane knelt on the other side of the room and waited. Ann had sat down on a chair and watched this astounded.

"Tell me what happened." Devon said as he pulled a chair up to sit before Jeannette.

"I was talking to Ms. Clark, and I got mad. I spoke to her harshly. I knew you said to consider her a visiting Master, and I spoke harshly." Jeannette looked up. "I'm sorry Master. I've disappointed you. I've displeased you Master." Jeannette hung her head in shame.

Devon nodded his head. Before he could speak Ann spoke up. "Don't you dare punish her." 

Devon looked at Ann and said absolutely nothing. The message was clear. Don't interfere with this. He turned back to Jeannette and said. "What did you say to her?" 

"I said she didn't know anything. She said we didn't care, and I got mad. I told her how much we care and how much you care about the slaves." Jeannette sobbed. "I told her that woman's lib crap was just crap. It said I could be someone they said I could be, but not what I wanted to be. Then I said she shouldn't be in the Kitchen or she would offend her woman's lib stuff. I'm sorry Master." 

Devon nodded again. "You have spoken in anger to a person who was the equivalent of a Master, and a guest. You will be punished. No playtime for one week. No radio for the same period. No sheets or blankets on the bed with the exception of the fitted bottom sheet. You will have no bread for meals for one week, and you'll be flogged later. Twenty lashes." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

Ann knew Jeannette was miserable. She didn't understand why, but she knew Jeannette was in fact, absolutely miserable. "Now wait a minute Devon." 

"Miss Clark, may I speak to you in my office?" Devon answered.

"Absolutely."

"Jeannette, finish your chores here. I'll give you your lashes after dinner." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and rose to return to work.

Devon replaced the chair and walked out of the kitchen to his office. Ann stayed hot on his heels. In the office she started in on him. "How dare you treat that girl that way, how dare you punish her for standing up for herself."

Devon turned on her and said. "How dare you interfere in the disciplining of my slaves? Don't you understand? Jeannette has an internal and very strong desire to please her Master, to obey and serve her Master. By doing what she did, she violated not my own idea, but her idea of what her service should be. She was horrified at her behavior, and she needed to be punished to forgive herself. The Punishment I gave her was the minimum she'd accept. If I didn't punish her she'd have felt guilty for months." 

"Damn it, she was just standing up for herself." Ann said.

"No, she was disrespectful and disobedient." Devon answered. "You don't get it, not yet. She's so giving that she can't accept much in repayment. She loves us, all of us. She considers our wisdom to be infallible. If she did the right thing in standing up for herself, then Master was wrong for giving you visiting Master's authority. If Master was wrong about that, then what else was Master wrong about?" 

"No one is ever right all the time." 

"Of course not, but we have to be. We have to know when we've pushed the submissive far enough. We have to see the difference between fear, and terror. We have to be in control every moment of every day. We can't get angry, we can't get tired, frustrated, or disgusted. We have to be the Master all the time." Devon said. "Jeannette and the others need us to be just that. More than we can possibly be, and we have to work hard at it. We work our asses off doing it. Just as hard as she works at being the slave she wants to be."

Ann shook her head. "That's insane." 

Devon walked around his desk and said. "Have you ever pulled a car over and the driver treated you like trash?"

"Sure, we're trained to do that." 

"You simply got more professional, sticking exactly to the script no matter how insulted you were right?

"Of course, we can't allow our personal feelings to interfere." Ann said and then stopped and looked at Devon in a new light. "Oh shit." 

"The light comes on, the eyes are open." Devon said. "This is even harder than that. Because this is all day, every day and all night too." 

"It's not the same."

"No it's not. You get to go to cop functions and share stories of how you politely bashed someone's head in who needed it." Devon said. "We get to try and figure out what the slave needs to conform to the slave lifestyle, and become all they can." 

"Don't punish her." Ann said softly. "It's my fault."

"Partially, you didn't open your mind. If you had, you'd have seen more than you have so far." Devon said. "She'll be punished, I'll personally flog her, and I'll do so harshly. Because she expects me to."


"She was crying, didn't you see that?"

"Yes, because she had violated a commandment. She had been disrespectful. She felt as you would if you had accidentally shot a kid." Devon said. "She was nearly devastated by it. Telling her it was OK would have made it worse." 

Ann said. "I've screwed it up for her too haven't I?"

"No, she's used to being punished from time to time. The lashes won't be bad, she's had them before. The rest of it are things she doesn't really care about, but are status symbols to a slave, points of pride." Devon answered. "It's a hard life, the one we've chosen. I'd hoped you'd understand that." 

"I'll go." 

"Won't you stay for dinner? I was planning on having the girls practice serving guests. It's important for them to learn, so they can show others, the trainee's, how to do it." Devon said.

"Why me?"

"I still hope you'll see the pride they take in the service. I still hope you'll realize that this lifestyle is right for them." Devon answered.

"I'll stay." Ann said. She felt like she owed it to Jeannette for getting her in trouble. 

Devon raised the radio and spoke into it. "Jeannette."

"Yes Master." Jeannette's voice came out, stronger, more certain of herself than she was when she was crying. 

"Please tell Chef we're having a guest to dinner, and please have the house slaves there to practice serving a guest. Get them ready Jeannette." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette answered.

"You're not going to check on it?"

"I've given an order, it will be carried out." Devon said.

"May I go watch?"

"Please try not to upset them, this is the first time they've had this assignment. They're going to be busy." Devon said. 

Ann narrowed her eyes at him. "I still think you're a bastard, you know that right?"

"Yes." Devon answered. "I'm certain my mother would forgive you." 

Ann walked out of the office shaking his head. Damn him. She went to the Kitchen and none of the girls were there. "Chef right?" 

"Yes. I'm Chef John." 

"Where are the girls?" 

"Jeannette went to get the costumes she called them. Diane went to get Geneva from Oral Arts."

"How do you like having naked women running around." 

"Personally, I'd prefer naked men. You see I'm gay." Chef said as he stirred a pot. 

Ann shook her head and sat down. "Figures." 

Chef smiled and said. "Don't try to change these girls. They're good girls, and they love being here. Surely you can see that?"

"Yes, but I don't understand it."

"To each of us, we have something that is right for us. I love to cook, and here, I design the menus and educate their pallets. I'm happy with it." He shrugged. "I was Chef d' Entree' at a Hotel. I enjoyed that. Here, I'm happier." 

"You made the Entree's? The main course?"

"Yes, under the Chef d' Cuisine' and here I'm the Chef period." He turned again. "I've been cooking my whole life, and here, they appreciate me." 

"Yeah, everybody's loved." Ann said sarcastically. Jeannette came in carrying white cloth and looked around. 

"Oh, Miss Clark. I'm sorry for my outburst." Jeannette said. 

"It's all right." Ann said. "I'm still learning." 

"No, it's not. Master was right to punish me. How can I train other masters if I can't even talk to you?" Jeannette asked. She then saw Geneva and Diane enter and said. "Come on, we have work. We're serving dinner to the Masters and guest." 

Jeannette spent the next twenty minutes briefing the girls and giving them instructions. "Do not speak, do not look at anyone. Anticipate their needs. Move with grace, and with deliberation." 

The girls got the outfits on, Toga appearing slave girl outfits. They were to remain barefoot, and they practiced handling plates and glasses.

Devon entered and said. "Miss Clark, would you join us?" 

Ann followed Devon into the dining room to find the other Masters waiting. She sat on his right and she offered a thin smile to the perverts at the table.

Jeannette came in first and said. "Masters, dinner is served." She then came forward with plates in each hand, offering one to Thomas who was on Ann's right, and Ann herself. 

It was a garden salad with fresh vegetables. Ann looked for the dressing and turned to find Jeannette waiting expectantly. In Jeannette's hand was a three part Dressing server with ladles in each one. Ann asked for and got Thousand Island.

Turning she saw Geneva doing the same for Master Devon. She looked and saw Diane serving the Masters on the far side of the table. Each was beaming with pride, and obviously concentrating on their tasks.

Geneva was serving only Master Devon, because Jeannette said that she had the least practice in Ballet, and the single service would be easier. She was terrified that she would spill something on Master. 

As Ann finished her salad she saw the plate taken away in a flash and Jeannette was back in a moment leading a parade of slaves carrying plates. This time it was soup, and it appeared to be some sort of hot Potato soup. Ann sipped at the soup and then sat back. She wasn't a big soup fan, never had been.

Jeannette took these plates away and Ann started to follow the conversations more. They were discussing every subject in the universe. Thomas saw her looking around and said. "Do you find art interesting?"

"Sure." Ann answered. Then she was treated to a five-minute dialogue on the relative merits of Neo relativist art. 

Jeannette and the others appeared with the main course plates, and Diane almost fumbled the one for Mistress Rebecca. She set it down with noticeable rattle on the table. She winced painfully and looked her apology at Mistress. 

Ann sipped some water and saw the glass was nearly empty and before she could ask for some Jeannette was there pouring more into the glass. 

"How are you liking the meal Ann?" Devon asked.

"It's very good. Thank you." 

"The girls are doing well for their first time. Some room for improvement, but overall, they're doing very well." 

Rebecca nodded. "Only one small rattle so far. I'm pleased with this first attempt Devon." 

Ann noticed then that the Masters were paying very close attention, while appearing to pay little attention. They were training these girls for a full-blown dinner party. 

Ann ate her main course and Jeannette efficiently whisked it away as she finished. Thomas's plate was gone in a flash as well. "Doesn't it bother you, get annoying, to be the constant focus of attention all the time?" 

Devon shrugged. "I'm a trainer, and this is what I train people to do. It is my life." 

Ann took the desert plate next. A small slice of a pastry with chocolate sauce across it. It tasted divine, and very rich. After two bites, she decided to leave it be, another bite or two and she'd gain five pounds before morning. 

Coffee was poured next, and Jeannette and the girls stood back and waited. They stood with their hands clasped before them, and they did look kind of cute in the togas. 

"I'm surprised you don't have them putting on a sex show, for entertainment during dinner." Ann said remembering that they were slaves and this bastard was a bastard.

"I can arrange it. Geneva especially would make a good subject for such a demonstration if you like." Devon said matter of fact.

Ann looked at him in shock. He was serious. Absolutely serious. Turning to Mistress Rebecca he asked. "How has Geneva been doing in Ballet?"

"You saw her, she's moving more slave like. Devon, I've about worn out a cane getting her to stop marching. She's staring to move with grace and poise." 

Devon nodded and said to Andre who was on the other side of Rebecca. "How did she do in oral arts today?" 

"She passed three and four, she really loves to please, or perhaps perform is a better word." Andre said.

Ann looked at Geneva to see if this was getting any reaction from her. Devon noticed and said. "What did you say Rebecca, about having her perform on the dinner table while the Master's eat?"

"Oh yes, I said I'd have her masturbating for our entertainment." Rebecca said. "You should have seen her, she was about to climax at the very thought. She's a performer Devon." 

Ann saw Geneva blush a deep crimson and turned angry eyes to Devon. "What are you doing?"

"I'm training slaves." Devon said. "She's a serial masturbator. She can't help herself. She's only allowed to masturbate when we give her permission now." Devon said. "She hasn't since Tuesday. Two days of torture without release. Two days of frustrated arousal. How would you feel in you were literally in need. NEEDING a release?"

Ann breathed at him through a flared nose and thinly slit eyes. "I'd masturbate if I wanted, and the hell with what anyone else thought." 

"Certainly, but you're not a slave. She is. She has given her body to us, and is only allowed to do what we tell her to." Devon said easily. "Wouldn't you want a release, a climax, just to tide you over?"

Geneva was trembling behind Devon, Ann looked and saw it and assumed it was pure humiliation. Then she saw, it was arousal. She was turned on by this. She was literally quivering in anticipation. Her eyes were dilated. Her neck and chest was obviously flushed. Her nipples were tight, hard nubs clearly standing taught through the material. Ann saw Geneva breathing in short hot pants.

"Let her go do whatever she wants this evening." Ann said softly. "Look at her. You've got her all wound up." 

Devon nodded slowly. "She's all wound up, and it's her own doing. Imagining that she's a slave for all of us, doing wonderful things with us." Devon said simply. He leaned closer to Ann. "Her version of slavery includes performance. She needs to perform. She's an exhibitionist. If she wasn't here, she'd be busted for indecent exposure. She wants to do this. Let her." 

"No." Ann said. "I'm not getting sucked into your sick game."

"You're the only one who can let her." Devon said as he sat back. "The rest of us are bound by the rules, which are inviolate to us. We're not allowed to grant an orgasm during phase one. We can't allow her to masturbate unless it's on command of course. Her orgasm must also be given by us, on command or with permission. We don't touch them sexually during phase one."

Ann glared at him, she was being manipulated and she knew it. "Just let her do what she wants." 

"Geneva, perhaps you can ask her. I've tried, but you see I'm unsuccessful." Devon said.

Geneva fell to her knees. "Please miss. Let me, I need this, please. Just one, to take the edge off, I'll never make it unless you let me." She reached a hand for Ann obviously begging. Her eyes were pleading with Ann. "Master can't let me, he won't break rules. Only you can.

"Why me?" Ann demanded of Devon.

"You've got the status of visiting Master. You are in effect the only person in the house who can give her the order she so desperately wants to hear." Devon said.

Ann looked at Geneva and said. "I can't."

"Please miss Clark. I'll be good. I'll put on a good show for you. Please let me, I'll even ask you for my orgasm." Geneva said with tears running down her cheeks. 

Ann stared at Devon. Hatred filled her eyes. He seemed unmoved. "Damn you."

"You said you wanted to help them. She won't break our rules, she's just going to suffer unless you, and only you can, give her the order." Devon shrugged. "I'm fine, but she's in agony right now." He turned to Rebecca. "Assessment time, how long before she can complete phase one positions and grace?"

"At least three days Devon. Even doing double classes, it's slow going." Rebecca said. "We haven't even gotten to slave cunt one or two. We're still fighting slave mouth."

Ann glared hate at them both. She looked back at Geneva who was hanging her head and crying. "Geneva, you'll be fine."

"I can't do it. Not three more days. The stinging of the whip, the heat gets my pussy so hot. It burns right now." Geneva looked up at Devon. "Master, please chain me all the time. I can't keep my hands away much longer. Please help me." 

Devon nodded and said in a gentle and understanding tone. "We'll help you Geneva. We'll put you in chains to help get you through it, and once your out of phase one, we'll let you masturbate here from time to time. I'll even promise you that once your through phase one, I'll give you the usual reward of the arousal table." Devon looked at Ann with obvious humor in his eyes. "I know what kind of frustration your feeling. I managed to find a loophole, but alas, the best laid plans of mice and masters." 

Ann glared hate at him. Geneva would hate her for this now. "I can give the order?" 

"For tonight, certainly." Devon said.

"Fine." She turned to Geneva and said. "You may."

Geneva rushed to her feet and went to the far end of the table and stripped her toga off. "Oh Thank you Miss. I need this so bad. I'll be good I promise." 

Ann gaped as Geneva climbed on the table and turned to spread her legs and show her pussy to the group. She began to plunge her hand into herself, and it was obvious that she was soaking wet. She hadn't been playing that up. She was really horny. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 06



"Oh Miss, this feels so good. Oh thank you." Geneva said as she ground her hips into her hands. "Please miss, may I pinch my nipples?"

Ann rolled her eyes and said. "Of course." 

When Ann had gotten her eyes under control and stopped looking at her hair growing she saw Devon, he wasn't watching Geneva, he was watching her. Turning her gaze from him she was again looking at Geneva who was squirming on the table at the far end. 

"Oh Miss, I'm so close, please let me come." Geneva said from the end of the table.


Ann looked at Devon to ask him if he was insane and saw him shaking his head. He held up three fingers and Ann understood she was supposed to make Geneva ask three times. She almost said yes but Devon whispered. "Part of her training, it'll make the orgasm better for her." 

Ann said loudly. "No, er. Not yet." 

"Oh Miss. Please, I'm going insane here. I need to come. Please let me come."

Devon shook his head again and whispered. "Be commanding. Tell her she better not yet." 

"No, you better not come yet." Ann said. Although she wasn't sure why. 

Geneva wailed her despair and now begged loudly. "Please Miss. I can't hold it any longer, I can't take it. Please let me come. I'm going to come, please Miss." 

Devon nodded and Ann said. "Very well, you may come." Ann buried her face in her hands as Geneva exploded on the end of the table. She rocked side to side as she climaxed and her juices leaked down her crack to the table. Ann refused to watch this. It was humiliating for her to be in the room with the poor girl. 

Devon nodded once in approval and watched as the orgasm subsided. 

Geneva started to sit up and lick her fingers clean. She was already thanking Ann. "Oh thank you miss, I've needed that so badly. Oh thank you Miss. That was wonderful. Once I'm out of phase one, I'll be happy to do anything you want me to. I'll be good Miss, please believe me." 

Ann was humiliated, for herself, for the girl. She waved a hand and said "That's all right."

"Yes, little slave. That's just fine. You got lucky, and found a loophole in our rules. You got lucky and got an orgasm. If you're going to run around begging every stranger that comes by for one, I may not chain you up to my bed at night after all." Rebecca said.

"Oh Mistress, I didn't mean to offend you, I only wanted to thank Miss Clark." Geneva said. "I'm sorry Mistress. Please forgive me."

"Well, I'm a forgiving and considering Mistress. I may yet let you sleep on the floor of my room." Rebecca said and then glanced at the clock. "It's time for class, get to Ballet or this will be the only climax you have for the next week." 

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said and hustled out of the room towards class. She left her toga behind. 

Devon waved a hand and the plates disappeared and left the coffee service. Ann was glaring at him. "What was that all about?"

"To show you how important it is to be a considerate Master. That's Geneva's version of slavery." Devon said. "She's wanted to do that for days now. She needs to perform like that." 

"That's sick." 

"I don't know. So long as we keep her in the house during these performances, I don't see anything wrong. Of course we'll have to clean the table thoroughly, Do you think you forced her?"

"No, I didn't force her." Ann said. "I let her." 

"So you're a nice person." Andre said. "You let a slave perform who needed to do just that."

"You've screwed up her head so bad it'll never be right again." Ann countered.

"She had that vision of Slavery before she came here. She has been begging for it. That's part of the reason we have her doing double Ballet. To push her to phase two so she can with permission." Thomas said. "We've had to adapt to her version for now, to get her trained up in service and adjust her views in time."

"What's that supposed to mean, adjust her views in time." Ann countered. 

"You think we humiliated her, degraded her." Devon said.

"Of course."

"Ok, for the first time, it was humiliating. Perhaps she'd find it humiliating the second time. Do you think she'll be humiliated the tenth time, or the twentieth?" Devon asked.


"Probably not." Ann allowed.

"Then she'll be doing it for love, instead of the need to humiliate herself. She told me that when she heard of this place, she masturbated, and shoved her underwear in her mouth. She did it to degrade herself." Devon said.

"That's horrible." Ann said shocked.

"Yes. If she wasn't here, she'd be finding someone out there who would degrade her. and keep upping the tasks until he hurt, or scarred her mentally. Here, she's safe. We'll push her, and slowly change her view of slavery, and her view of herself. We'll give her the pride all the time you saw in her when she was serving us dinner." Andre said. "It's going to take weeks, perhaps even several months."

"What if she leaves you all, after you've trained her." Ann asked.

"Then she leaves, but she leaves with a much different view of her chosen lifestyle, and herself. She will reject Master's who try and subject her to the degradation for their own pleasure. She'll seek out a Master who will care for her, love her, and accept her service with the same grace as she performs it." 

"That's insane." Ann said.

"Would you masturbate like that?" Devon asked. "Before you say no, imagine this, what price would it take to get you to do it. A million dollars perhaps?" 

"Never." Ann answered.

"Don't be silly." Andre said waving it away. "We all have a price." 

"Never." Ann repeated.

Devon leaned back. "You have a distorted view of pride. You believe pride comes from without, we believe it comes from within." 

"I'm through with this, and with you. If you'll excuse me, I have to go get fired from my job in the morning. I'd like a good nights sleep so I can enjoy it." Ann said.

Devon shrugged. "The gate will be expecting you tomorrow." 

"I won't be here, I'll be looking for a job." Ann said angrily.

"I'm sorry about that, I did try and help." Devon said. "Good luck Ann."

Ann stormed out of the house and drove away in a huff. She waited impatiently at the gate for the guard to open it. Once it was open, she was out in a flash. At home, she stomped around her apartment and said. "I'm not working for him. I'm not going to be in his sick little game." 

Then she sat down and covered her face. "I'm about to get fired from the Sheriff's department, and I have no other job or hope of one. God, what a fucking mess." 

She cried for a while on the couch. So much of what was going on out there was completely unfathomable. She sighed and wondered if she could get a job managing a Burger King. 

Jeannette put Diane into the sleep training cage and told her to be very still, not to try and roll over. "If you snore, you'll make noise, and the alarm will wake you." Jeannette clapped her hands and the room was filled with a quick series of beeps. Loud enough to wake anyone. 

She chained Geneva to the wall and told her to be good, soon phase one would end. 

"It's OK. Miss Clark gave me one. I can make it now." Geneva said smiling. "I'm feeling much better." 

Jeannette reminded her that Master loved her, and cared for her. Then she turned out the light in the room and left safety lights on in the hallway. She went to the office and sat down. Knowing the alarm in the sleep training room would be going off all night long.

Sure enough, in less than thirty minutes the first alarm went off. Jeannette silenced it, and waited. She deactivated it in the Staff sleeping area from the control, and set it for quiet down here, and then walked along the training floor an up the stairs to the sleep training end of the hallway. She took a chair silently from the closet and crept with it to the door of the sleep training room. She sat outside and finally leaned back, her eyes opening whenever the beeping alarm signaled a noise or shock from the cage. 

Jeannette got exactly no sleep all night. She heard Diane weeping inside and didn't move one inch to help her. Jeannette had gotten the portable receiver, a small radio with an earphone and set her watch alarm for six thirty. She leaned back against the wall and listened to Diane weeping softly, trying to do so without the alarm sounding. Diane slowly went quiet, and then her breathing became more regular. Then a scream and an alarm signaled another shock. 


Jeannette felt sorry for Diane, but also knew this was for Diane's own good. No master would tolerate Diane's snoring, nor her tossing and turning. Certainly the masters here would do more than shock her slightly.

At six thirty her watch sounded and she tapped the button to turn it off. It was still three quarters charged, so it should be fine today. Jeannette rose and silently stole down the hallway and put the chair back in the closet. She went down the stairs and then hustled towards Master's room. She was there before he tapped the signal at quarter to seven.

Knocking softly she said. "Master?"

Devon called her in and after hearing the report on Diane nodded. He started to brief her. Run them today, through the showers, through meals. Keep them hustling. Same schedule as the other day, Diane in oral arts, and Geneva in Ballet right off the bat. Switch after lunch. 

Ann fell asleep on the couch and woke to her alarm sounding in the bedroom. She went in and turned it off. She then got a shower and got in her uniform. She hung her pistol belt around her waist and realized today was probably the last time for that. Just over a year in uniform, and she was going to be fired sure as shit.

At eight am, Ann arrived at the jail to report in, and was told, predictably, to go to the main office of the Sheriff's department. She walked to the main office, and was sent directly to the Sheriff.

She reported in standing at attention. She was not going to cry, or show any bullshit female emotions. 

"Deputy Ann Carter. You are officially suspended without pay pending the outcome of the investigation into your failure to follow a direct order on not one but two occasions. Further, you continued to harass a citizen despite instructions to leave them alone without due and just cause to suspect them of a crime." Sheriff Mitchell read the form officially. "You have opened this department up to a lawsuit by this Academy bunch, and you've dishonored the department. Do you have any comments at this time?" 

Ann reached to her shirt and took the badge from it. She placed it on the desk and drew her weapon ejecting the magazine and the chambered round. She placed both on the desk. She said. "Yes, I'll save you the trouble. I'll resign if that will make it easier." 

Sheriff Mitchell sighed. "Damn it Ann, what am I supposed to do? You've given me little choice here." 

"I know. I spent the afternoon and evening there, and you know what, they're clean." Ann said. "Perhaps they're crazy, but they're not committing any crimes. Just living out this fantasy of theirs. They even have rules, which they won't violate. Under any circumstance."

"I know, I talked to him yesterday too." The Sheriff said. "He again extended the invitation to our senior people to come out from time to time and look around. Said he wanted to make sure that the law enforcement had at least a general idea of what's going on." 

"You have a letter of resignation filled out for me Uncle Jack?" Ann asked.

Sheriff Mitchell pulled one out of a drawer and handed it to her. Ann read it and nodded. She was leaving because she just felt it was what she needed to do. Well, that was true. Ann signed the document and lay it on his desk. "See you around Sheriff."

"Ann, you were never really cut out to be a cop. You know that right?"

"I wanted it so badly. I was sure I could fix the things that were wrong." 

"We don't fix, we enforce the law, without any prejudice. That was your big mistake. You thought we punished bad guys. We don't do that." 

"Yeah. I kind of see that now." Ann said. Then she turned and walked to her car and drove away. She went home, because she didn't have anywhere else to go. 

The phone call to her parents was a disaster. Her father was happy she was out of that damn cop fantasy. Her mom was devastated. "What will the neighbors think?" 

Ann finally hung up disgusted. Her parents were arguing about her loss of a job. Ann stood up and went to her car and drove around aimlessly. She found herself an hour later outside of Devon's den of perversion. She went to the gate and the guard, the same one from yesterday afternoon, waved her in and opened the gate. 

Ann had no idea why she couldn't stay away from this place, it was as if she was being called here. She drove up the driveway and into a new phase of her life.



The Vassal Academy Ch. 07



Part 07: Recruiting the Apprentice Trainer

Ann parked her car in front of the house of perversion, and got out of the car. She was slightly surprised that Jeannette, the ever present lead slave wasn't waiting for her. Ann shrugged, perhaps she's tied up somewhere, and then realizing that could be literally true here at the Vassal Academy she groaned. Getting used to this place hadn't been on her agenda, getting to understand the life these people had chosen had not been her plan. She'd hoped to bust them for whatever criminal activity they were involved in. The problem had been they weren't involved in any criminal activity.

Yesterday, Devon had surprised her by offering her a job, as a trainer he said, to be like Rebecca or Thomas it would seem. Ann had been confused by this, it was obviously a genuine offer, but why was something she couldn't figure out. He couldn't really expect her to prance around and swish a cane through the air like Rebecca. Or coach people to suck a cock or lick a pussy like Thomas could he?

Ann found Devon in his office reading a computer screen. "Hello Ann, how are you today?"

"Not so good. I'm unemployed." Ann said.

"I'm sorry." Devon said. "Would you like to sue?"

"No. I wasn't cut out to be a cop." Ann said and then hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Why did you offer me a job as a trainer?"

"You're a natural dominant. A dominatrix in the vernacular of the lifestyle." Devon said. "We can teach you to be a trainer." 

"I don't fuck on command like your little slaves." Ann said hotly.

"Not even if you're the one giving the command?" Devon asked smiling.

"The Sheriff, my folks, would have a cow." Ann said.

_"Then don't take the job." Devon said. "I have an opening. I'm going to teach someone to do it." 

Ann grumbled and shifted position. 

"What was that? Sorry I didn't catch it." Devon said.

"I said you have a bunch of openings judging form the little sluts running around." 

"They're a handful. Would you like to know what your job would be?" 

"I'm not saying I would take any job." Ann said.

"No, but as an example." Devon said. 

"Fine. Just to satisfy curiosity so I can go find a real job." Ann said.

Devon called Jeannette and then walked from the office. He walked to the Training wing and they met Jeannette on the way. "Jeannette, we're doing a demonstration today." 

"Yes Master." 

"We're trying to entice Ann into becoming an apprentice trainer." Devon said next as they entered an empty training room. 

"Yes Master." 

"Ann, please observe. We're going to do refresher training for Jeannette." Devon said. "Jeannette get up on the table, present yourself."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and got on the table. 

Devon waved Ann over and said. "As you can see Jeannette is not ready for sex right now. Her pussy, her cunt, or her vagina, is not wet in the slightest." 

Ann glanced and said. "OK. This teaches her and me what?"

"This is the class." Devon said and turned towards the cabinet throwing over his shoulder "Slave Cunt." 

Jeannette smiled and obviously relaxed. Ann opened her eyes wide as she saw Jeannette's mons swell and begin to open. In ten seconds, no more, she was obviously damp, her inner labia poking out slightly. 

"Jesus Christ." Ann said. "I don't believe it." 

"Believe it, she's one of the fastest I've ever seen." Devon said as he walked back holding a medium sized Dildo. He inserted it into Jeannette's cunt with one swift motion. 

Jeannette moaned as it entered her. "Oh, thank you Master." Jeannette said starting to grind. 

"How did you do that?" Ann asked.

"We taught her to get ready on command." Devon said. "We associated pleasure with that word, like Pavlov's dogs? Now when she hears that command, she automatically associates pleasure with it." 

"That's impossible." Ann said. 

"No, it's possible, you just saw it. She also comes on command, not just with permission, but on command." Devon said.

"That is impossible." Ann insisted.

"Jeannette, come for me now." Devon said. 

Ann watched Jeannette come and saw fluid leaking around the probe that Devon was sliding in and out of her. That was a real orgasm. There was almost no doubt. "Son of a bitch." 

Devon smiled at her. "Jeannette, how do you feel?"

"Oh wonderful Master. Thank you Master." Jeannette said breathily. 

Ann couldn't tear her eyes from this display. If Devon had claimed it before he showed her she would have arrested him for false advertising. Now that she'd seen it, she still didn't believe it.

"What about men, you said male slaves." Ann asked.

Picking up his radio he said. "Andre."

"Yes Devon."

"Would you come to cunt training please." 

"On my way."

"You aren't going to make him do it." Ann said.

"I'm going to ask him if he'll consent to a demonstration." Devon said. "We've been trained as slaves first. We're trying the idea of an apprentice trainer in lieu of slaves moving up." 

"You were a slave like her?" Ann asked.

_"Sure. However you can't see the effects if I'm giving myself the commands." 

Andre arrived and smiled. "Demonstration time?"

"Yes, would you consent to assist me as a demonstrator?" 

"Certainly." Andre said. Then he stripped his clothing off and stood in his buffed out glory. He was much more defined and in better shape than Devon. He stood there with a flaccid cock hanging down. 

"Andre, erect." Devon said. 

Ann watched as the cock grew and swelled. In a minute it was standing straight out and proud. His cock was at least nine inches long and very thick. Ann swallowed and shook her head. "That's impossible."

"You keep saying that. He's also trained in orgasm control. He won't come until either he's given a command, or he decides it's time. You could fuck for an hour and he'd still be as hard as he is now." Devon said.

"Bullshit." Ann insisted.

"Would you like a demonstration?" Devon asked.

"No." Ann said folding her arms across her middle. "I'm not fucking anyone to prove a point." 

"I meant with Jeannette." Devon said. 

Ann gave him a dirty look and waved a hand. 

Twenty minutes later, Andre showed no signs of slowing down. He fucked in all the positions, and worked Jeannette's spots and had her squirming in obvious pleasure. Devon had given three orgasms to Jeannette.

Devon raised and eye brow and asked. "Are you ready for the final act?" 

"I presume he's ready?" Ann asked. 

"Anytime you wish. Andre, withdraw." Devon said.

Andre withdrew and stood waiting. His cock just as long and hard as it was twenty minutes ago. 

Devon was watching Ann and said. "Andre, come for me now."

Andre closed his eyes, and then his cock began to pulse, soon streams of thick white semen was flying from it's tip. 

Ann's mouth was open in absolute awe. She had seen four impossible things.

Devon said next. "Jeannette, clean him." 

Jeannette was licking and sucking Andre's cock. 

"That is among the other things we teach. To make women happier with their mates. It takes time, and it takes a lot of patience." Devon said. 

"That can't happen, it's impossible." Ann said.

"Andre, I thank you for indulging me." Devon said.

"Oh yes, thank you Master." Jeannette said smiling up at Andre. 

Andre smiled back. "I assure you the pleasure was shared." 

Devon smiled and said. "Sometimes it's hard to keep the staff apart." 

"Jesus. that's not possible." Ann said.

"Yes it is. You just saw it. I can do it as well. So can Thomas." Devon said. 

Ann shook her head. "No, I'm not watching any more of that." 

Devon smiled and said. "Jeannette, clean up, and then come to admin. I'll be there with Ann giving her something to drink to get that look off her face." 

Ann took a sip of the sherry she had been given. "I saw it, and still don't believe it. It violates the very laws of human biology." 

"No, it accepts the power of the mind over the human biology." Devon said.

"Where in God's name did you learn that?" Ann asked.

"Where we were trained. We've taken our secrets from the society that has kept them alive for a thousand years. We've included technology, which frankly is long overdue in this lifestyle. What was once the purview of only the elite few is now embraced by millions. We saw an opportunity, and choose to take it." 

"Jeannette said she'd left this life. Is that permitted in this society you speak of?"_

Devon smiled. "Obviously, she did it." Devon said. "She came back, found me, we talked, and began recruiting." 

"You were paid, then too?" 

"Of course. Under the table, and that may be the only crime I'm guilty of, tax evasion while out of the country." Devon said.

"I'm not the IRS." Ann said. "Fuck them." 

"Just so." Devon agreed. 

Andre came in wearing different clothes and said. "Thank you Devon, that was a pleasant diversion." 

Ann looked and saw his hair was wet, but still pulled back into the ponytail. She looked away embarrassed. Jeannette came in next and knelt beside Devon's chair and her hair was wet as well. She was wearing one of the thin cotton shirt things again. 

"So you want me to be a trainer?" Ann asked again astounded.

"Yes." Devon said. "I think you'd make a good one, but it would mean some things you are opposed to right now." 

"Like fucking on command?" Ann asked.

Devon shrugged. "How could you test a student unless you did it first hand?" 

Ann hated the logic of that. "Observation?"

"To a certain extent, certainly observation is good. However, let's take oral arts. They pass the computer, but are they doing it right? Are they now able to associate the responses of the dominant with the green lights? How can you test that by observation? There's only one way to test it, and that's practical application." Andre said.

"Well why not have them licking me all day long?" Ann asked snidely.

"Because after the first day, we'd need a pound of chap stick to get you into any clothing." Devon said.

Jeannette smiled at the image of that. 

Ann looked at him through narrowed eyes. "I don't do that Devon." 

Devon shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. You have much to learn before that." 

Ann looked away. "I'm not a lesbian. Not like these slave girls." 

"I'm not a lesbian. I'm sexual." Jeannette said. "I like to make love, I enjoy it. I've been taught how to give and receive pleasure." Shrugging she said. "I like to do that." 

Jeannette ignored the dirty look Ann gave her as Ann started speaking. "I can't just relax and orgasm with another woman licking me." 

Andre actually laughed. "I'd be surprised if you could do anything but that with Jeannette or another trained slave doing it to you." 

Devon glanced at Andre and then back at Ann before he said. "You shouldn't say never, or can't." 

Jeannette actually licked her lips and said. "Master, I'd love a chance to prove her wrong." 

Ann looked shocked at Jeannette and said. "What?"

"I like taking girls who've never had a real tongue lashing, and making them roll their eyes back into their heads." Jeannette said in a deep bedroom voice. "I'd love to caress you to the highest peaks of pleasure, and then gently push you over to a screaming orgasm." 

"You can't. I'm not turned on by girls." Ann said coldly. "This is all academic. I'm not doing this." 

"You weren't coming today either, but you did." Devon said. "Why fight it, you want to do this, you want to learn what we're about. Why not do it. Give Jeannette the chance, and if we're wrong, you don't respond, then we're wrong, and we wish you a wonderful day." 

Ann said. "You're not manipulating me again Devon. I'm not gay." 

"Gay means happy. We know that. It's probably because you're too tense. It takes the edge off you know." Jeannette said. Then she lowered her head and said. "Sorry Master, still feeling the euphoria from Master Andre." 

Devon laughed. "Jeannette, you'll get in trouble that way. You can consider this your only warning."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. "Sorry Master." 

"Her misbehavior aside. I'm not gay, you can't make someone come if they're not enjoying themselves." Ann said.

"Do you gamble Ann?" Devon asked.

"What?" 

"Do you gamble, bet, place wagers. Are you familiar with the terminology?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'll bet you a hundred to one, that Jeannette can make you come in less than one hour." Devon said. 

"Bullshit." _

"One hundred dollars to each one of yours. If you have a hundred on you, I'll put up ten thousand." 

"Bullshit." 

Devon turned around and opened a cabinet. He spun a combination and took out a wrapped bundle of bills. He flipped through them and said. "Petty cash." 

He tossed the bundle on the desk and Ann picked it up. It was labeled as $10,000 in $50 bills. She flipped through them and saw that the bills were the same all the way through. She tugged one out and examined it. It was a real fifty-dollar bill all right. 

"You aren't seriously betting me that I can come are you?"

"Yes, there's the money." Devon said. "I'm this confident because I know Jeannette."

A voice from the doorway as another tall dark skinned, faintly Spanish appearing woman entered. "Devon, I wanted to talk to you, Oh sorry I didn't know you've got guests." 

"Yes Dominique, this is Ann. I'm trying to entice her to join our Trainer Apprenticeship program." 

Dominique shook Ann's hand and then her eyes locked on the money and she looked to Devon for an explanation. "I hope we're not paying signing bonus's." 

"No, betting a hundred to one that Jeannette can get her off in less than an hour." Devon said.

_Dominique said. "Oh a sure thing. Count me in for whatever you can spare sweetie, I'm good for it." 

"What?" Ann asked.

"You'll never make it." Dominique said. "If you can spare another hundred, I'll see his ten grand." 

"You're joking."

Devon took the wrapped bundle and the single fifty and replaced them in the safe. He then took out another bundle of hundred dollar bills and placed it on the table. "Twenty grand to your two hundred that you don't last an hour." 

She looked at Andre and saw him grinning. "You might as well pay them, you'll lose the bet."

"I'm not a lesbian." Ann insisted. 

"Doesn't matter." Andre said. "You can't hold out. Jeannette's just too good."

She looked at Dominique and said. "You know from experience?"

"Oh yes. She's done me. It was wonderful." 

Jeannette was kneeling on the floor and said. "If I may Master, the live test training rooms, the deciding factor being the audio sensors. If she makes a noise much above a whisper, it will activate. We can take a recorder in with us, to be used in case of a dispute. In case she says I clapped my hands or whatever. She keeps the tape if no disagreement exists." 

"Those sensors you told me about, the ones that trigger an alarm here?" Ann asked. Not really tempted, but more along the lines of making sure she was on the same sheet of music.

"Yes Miss Clark." Jeannette said. 

"You think you can make me scream? I'm not a screamer." Ann insisted.

"Yes Miss Clark. That's what I'm willing to bet. If I'm wrong, I lose Master's money, and have disappointed Master. You know I can't do that. You know how much it means to me to please Master." Jeannette said. "I'd say no if I were you, you will lose the money." 

Ann looked at the pile, twenty thousand dollars. About five months pay, before taxes, as a cop. It would give her time to find a new job. Her savings only had about three grand in it, and Jeannette couldn't be that good could she? Jeannette couldn't be so good as to cause a screaming orgasm in a woman who's not a lesbian? _

"She's tempted Devon. She thinks she can win. She thinks we're all willing to risk that money to intimidate her." Dominique said. "Oh my God." Dominique laughed. "This is going to be good." She walked and sat down on the couch and seemed to relax. "If you're not ready to start yet honey, can I get Jeannette to fetch me a glass of wine?"

Jeannette smiled and glided gracefully to her feet saying. "I'll get it Mistress, she's worried right now. She needs another couple minutes to convince herself she won't be the least bit aroused by me." 

"Who are you anyway?" Ann asked Dominique.

"I'm the President and CEO of our Corporation. Devon is Vice President, and Lead Trainer." She waved a hand. "You can call me Dominique." 

Ann stared at her and shook her head. "You're all nuts you know that?"

"If we are, then you're about to be twenty thousand dollars richer." Dominique said. Then she looked at Ann and said. "Wait, you're the cop that Devon called me about, don't tell me that jackass Sheriff fired you after all." 

"Yes. Well, NO. I resigned about two minutes before they fired me." Ann said. "He was reading the charges against me." 

"That bastard. Devon, I'll get the lawyers on the lawsuit."

"No, thanks. It's all right. I'm not much of a cop it turns out." Ann said. 

Jeannette reentered the room and handed Mistress a glass of white wine. Turning to Ann she said. "Are you ready to lose two hundred dollars, or are you willing to admit the risk is too great to go with the bet?" 

Ann knew she was being manipulated, and she knew that they were playing her. She didn't know which way it was. Was their plan simply to cause doubts as to her being bi sexual, or a lesbian, or was their plan to really do it to her. If she said no to the bet, the doubts of her sexuality would be there from then on. If she said yes, and lost, then they weren't doubts, they were facts.

"If you want time to think about this, I'll leave it open for a day or two." Devon said.

"I'll leave it open longer." Dominique said swirling her wine in the glass. "It doesn't matter what you do. I can control my orgasms, I've been trained. I can't hold out for an hour against her." 

"This is insane." Ann said.

"Perhaps, but the money is there. Would you like me to get a third party to hold it?" Devon asked. "If you're thinking I'd Welch on the bet." 

Ann looked at Jeannette and saw her licking her lips again. Jeannette said in her husky bedroom voice. "Don't worry Miss, I'll take good care of you. You won't be tense for a while. If you decide not to take the job, come back anytime, and I'll ease that tension any old time you want." 

Dominique almost dropped her wine from laughing. 

Ann was humiliated beyond belief. She needed the money, really needed it. But this was too much. "Fine. I'm in." She opened her wallet and pulled out her cash. "I've got a hundred and twenty, and will give you a check for eighty to make it an even two hundred." 

Devon waved a hand. "I know your good for it. We can set it up as a payroll deduction if you like." 

Dominique snickered and said. "Oh this is good. Can I see her come out of the room after?" 

Ann glared at Dominique and stood with as much dignity as she could muster. "Come on Jeannette, let's go get me my twenty grand." 

"This is an electronic Dictaphone type recorder. It's set for always on. An hour of silence, and the cash is yours." Devon said handing her a small micro recorder. "It's memory is blank now, so it should be able to record for several hours, in case you're enjoying yourself." 

Ann took the recorder and glared at Devon. "Just have my money ready when I come down victorious." Then she turned on her heel and stomped out of the office.

"Sorry Miss. I'm afraid you've lost two hundred." Jeannette said following her.

Devon sat grinning and put a paperweight on the cash. He turned to Dominique and said. "Yeah boss, how can I help you?"

Dominique said. "I don't remember. I'm still imagining her face when she comes out." 

Devon smiled and said. "She's in for a real treat."

Ann and Jeannette walked up to the Trainee Slave's sleeping floor. She stomped down the hallway towards the sleep training rooms and she waved at the doors. "Jeannette, it's your choice."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 07



Jeannette walked to the nearest one and stepped in. She clapped her hands and nodded at the small red light. She whispered softly. "Testing." The light stayed out. She said slightly louder. "Testing." The light came on. She turned to Ann. "As long as you whisper, you win. Good luck Miss."

Ann was pulling her T-shirt over her head and glared at Jeannette as she set it down. She pushed the button on the recorder to start it recording and showed it the Jeannette who nodded. "It's recording." 

Ann set the recorder on a small shelf. Then she undid her bra. She dropped it on the chair and undid her pants and slid them down off her hips. She next shucked her underwear and stood defiantly nude before Jeannette who had dropped her oversized thin shirt on the floor. 

"Miss, if you'll lay down, and just try not to relax, you'll win this thing." Jeannette said.

Ann tossed the covers aside, and lay down with her ass on the edge of the mattress. She grudgingly opened her legs, and stared at the ceiling. She lay there and felt Jeannette kneel between her legs and begin to kiss the insides of her thighs. 

Jeannette smiled wickedly and rested her hand strategically on the pelvic bone of Ann. She continued to kiss and lick only the thighs. She had an hour, and she needed the orgasm to be a real screamer. 

Ann glanced at the clock and saw ten minutes had gone by, she shifted slightly and focused on the ceiling again. She tried to ignore the warm sensation that seemed to be radiating from Jeannette's hand. She couldn't ask her to move it, that would be admitting that it was working. 

Jeannette saw the first faint flush of arousal growing along Ann's neck, and then tickled her vulva. She kept her touch as light as a feather, tickling, teasing, keeping it light and easy. Her tongue flicked inside the vulva to just touch the inner labia. She then danced away, taking her time, enjoying the game.

Ann began to recite multiplication tables in her head. This was bad. That touch had been like electric fire dancing across her labia. Thank God she was now licking the thighs again.

Jeannette lowered her attentions, kissing and licking the union of ass and leg, first left then right. She smiled when she caught the first faint scent of Ann's growing arousal. 

Ann was biting her lip. She looked at the clock, twenty two minutes had gone by, she needed to hold out for thirty eight more minutes. No sounds, no reactions. That hand on her pelvic bone was becoming hot. Her pussy was really heating up. No man had ever taken this kind of time with her. 

Jeannette slid her tongue between the outer lips, sliding it along the slit, and dancing around the clit. She ignored the clit purposely. She knew what she was doing. She was taking Ann higher and higher, without her knowing it at first, making it good for her. 

Ann sucked in air as the tongue danced around her clit. She focused on the red light. She had to be quiet, or the light would go on. No light, no lost money.

Jeannette began to rhythmically circle her hand, gently caressing the pubic bone. She sucked on the labia and continued the dance. She looked up and saw a full arousal flush on Ann's neck and cheeks. Ann was biting her lip, so much the better. She was fighting the orgasm. That would make it even more intense.

Jeannette didn't look at the clock, she had plenty of time. She was infinitely patient, and with infinite care, she slid her tongue into the sweet canyon of Ann's sex. Ann bit her lip hard and stared at the light. when she thought she had control, she released a breath slowly she had been holding. Damn this girl was good. No. Don't think that. This is about money, not pleasure. 

Ann began to recite the criminal code in her mind, focusing on something, anything but the heat she was feeling between her legs. Thirty-two minutes left. Oh God. I'm not going to make it. Yes. I can make it, I can and I will.

Jeannette gently slid one finger from her right hand into the cunt while she licked and sucked on the inner labia. She hadn't touched Ann's clit not one time yet. It was almost time to hit that little pleasure button. _

Ann focused on breathing slowly and staying in control. She glanced at the clock and had to do so again, her eyes were not focusing properly. Jesus God help me she prayed. Don't let me come now. She tried to think of her ABC's backwards and couldn't remember the last, or first letter. 

Jeannette felt Ann's pelvis start to grind involuntarily. Ann clamped down on it almost immediately, but it meant she was close now. Jeannette backed off slightly, sliding her tongue along the slit towards the bottom. She snaked her tongue out to flit along Ann's ass, and got a big suction of air as she slid her tongue back along the slit. 

Ann's clit was standing straight out, and begging for attention. Jeannette would have sworn it was twitching already. Yeah, it's time. She's ready to go over the mountain. Jeannette tossed a mental coin and decided to give Ann a double. 

Jeannette's touch was so soft that at first Ann didn't realize it was the clit, and then it was definitively the clit as Jeannette slid a second finger into her canal. Ann knew she was about to lose. She had twenty-five minutes left, and she was going to have an orgasm any moment now.

Then Jeannette moved her hand from Ann's pelvis and slid it up towards her breasts. At the moment that her fingers closed on the nipple, her tongue lashed Ann's clit. She pinched, not hard, but hard enough on the erect little nipples. 

Ann bit her lip and tears of pleasure came to her eyes. She held her breath, unwilling to make a sound, and then Jeannette went cruel. She turned her right hand, spinning the fingers inside her grasping pussy, and pushed up rubbing the G spot. Ann felt Jeannette suck on her clit and stars danced in her eyes. The Jeannette pinched her nipple again, and Ann lost the bet.

"OH God! Oh yes. Oh God yes." Wailed Ann as she came. The rest of her sentence was unintelligible, but the red light was on. Downstairs Devon glanced up at the chime and smiled at Dominique.

The red light went out as Ann slid down from the orgasm, but Jeannette wasn't done. She spun her hand again, and gripped Ann's breast as she trapped the clit between her lips and worked it with her tongue. Ann exploded again, her sensitive little clitty unable to endure that kind of abuse. She exploded and her legs clamped down on Jeannette's head as she bucked her orgasm away, waves of pleasure radiating out, dancing up and down her nerve endings. "God oh God." Ann screamed as she bucked and loud cries of passion escaped her throat.

This time Jeannette let Ann slide down to a comfortable post orgasm euphoria. 

Ann raised her head and found Jeannette looking up and kissing the top of her slit gently. Jeannette stopped long enough to say. "Sorry about that, but you lost." Then Jeannette smiled and slid her tongue along the inside of the slit, along the oval that was her inner self. "Want another one? We've got some time left." 

Before Ann could answer Jeannette plunged her tongue into Ann's love hole and Ann decided to relax and enjoy this one. 

Devon smiled at the second chime and shook his head. Jeannette was showing off. 

Roberta came into admin and asked. "Who's in the training rooms setting off the audible alarms?"

Devon told her the situation and Roberta laughed and joined the crowd in the office. 

Jeannette took it easy on Ann this time, giving her a nice little squealing orgasm instead of a screamer. Jeannette then licked Ann gently, letting her down softly, to the euphoria that exists after a truly mind shattering orgasm. 

"Wow." Ann said finally.

"You're welcome." Jeannette said, and kissed the inside of the thigh. 

"I lost the bet." Ann said.

"Yeah, and you were doing so well, trying to think of something else, anything." Jeannette shrugged. "Sorry about that Mistress."

"I'm not a Mistress." Ann said from her position of feeling like a puddle on the bed.

"You weren't going to come today, you aren't a lesbian, and you wouldn't climax under any circumstances." Jeannette said. "You should quit being so definite. Your track record isn't that great." 

Ann glared at Jeannette who smiled happily. "Where are my clothes?

Jeannette pointed and said. "Right there. You could tell them you didn't come, but the tape kind of proves you did." 

"Just shut up." Ann said. Turning the recorder off. 

Jeannette threw her shirt on and stood waiting patiently. 

Ann was struggling into her underwear, her movements weren't graceful, and she was fumbling. Goddamn, this was humiliating. She managed to get her underwear and then her pants on. She turned her back and put her bra and then her shirt on. After tucking her shirt in she stormed out of the room and back down the hall. Jeannette glided behind her, patiently following. 

Ann almost headed straight out the front door, and then remembered her purse was still in Devon's office. Damn it, she didn't want to do this. She turned and looked at Jeannette and almost ordered her to get the purse. No, she didn't want to admit she was that humiliated. 

"Mistress, would you prefer me to get your purse?" Jeannette asked in her most helpful voice.

Ann glared at her. Then she turned on her heel and stomped into the office where it was now full of people, which she studiously ignored. She reached the chair, and bent down to get her purse and turning walked out without so much as a word. Jeannette walked in and knelt beside Devon's desk. 

"So I take it you won?" Devon asked with an amazingly straight face.

"Yes Master, I managed to squeak one out of her." Jeannette said. 

Dominique laughed. "That damn chime was going off for the last twenty minutes." 

"Perhaps it's broken Mistress." Jeannette said. "Master, I've been bad again."

"I was about to reward you for doing so well with Ann. What did you do wrong?" Devon asked.

"Master, I was smug, and I was insufferable afterwards. I believe I may have upset Mistress Ann, and she's left again." Jeannette said. 

"I suppose you think you're about to lose clothes?" Devon asked winking at Roberta.

"If it be your wish Master." Jeannette said hopefully.

"No, punishment should be just that. Instead, I think I'll add shoes to your current outfit." Devon said slowly.

Jeannette looked up in horror. "Shoes Master?" 

"Yes, heels, with ankle straps. Wouldn't that look lovely Rebecca?" 

Nodding her head Rebecca agreed. "I like it. However she's done a full day's work, and was up most of the night with Diane, let's let her take a nap before we strap shoes to poor little Jeannette."

Jeannette looked down defeated. "Yes Master. Thank you Master."

Devon leaned forward. "Get Chef to give you a sandwich, and then take a nap Jeannette. I'll give you your reward for your excellent service tonight, after you put the others to bed." 

Smiling again Jeannette said. "Oh yes Master. Thank you Master." 

Jeannette stood and walked from the office turning towards the kitchen.

Dominique laughed and said. "Devon, that was priceless. I don't know how I'm going to show two hundred dollars income to the bosses. However, that was worth it." 

Devon put the hundreds back in the safe, and then put the other money in an envelope and said. "She'll be back, she owes us eighty dollars." 

Dominique took the envelope and said. "I'll have to write a long report with this envelope. The check for twenty-five grand was wonderful, they loved that you trained a woman in a week to turn heads. This however, they'll never believe it." 

No suggestion was made to hold the money back. Even the small amount of one hundred and twenty dollars was the property of the owners, and they would get it. When the eighty arrived, it would be fully accounted for. None of those from the farms would ever consider withholding one single cent from the owners. Not when they had seen people come, and go, from the farms.

Devon bowed his head. "Tell them that we may, may mind you, have found another trainer to replace Jonathan." 

Devon went on to other business and reported on the search for a male slave suitable to the needs of the farm. Rebecca shook her head. "Damn it, am I going to be the one to go and find a little boy who can learn to suck cock and lick a cunt?"

Dominique looked at her and smiled. "Perhaps you're on to something. They keep focusing on the gay or bisexual angle. Why don't we go find a male who can pleasure a woman, and then show him he's gay the same way?" 

Devon raised and eyebrow. "Am I to play the part of Slave Jeannette?" 

This resulted in laughter from everyone. 

The meeting broke up and the masters went on to work. Diane was a mess in Ballet, not successfully striking one pose. She was brutally corrected by Mistress Rebecca, who was not amused at the problems she had sleeping.

This injury was added to the insults of Master Thomas who was furious and kept moving her down the stations until she finally managed to get a few green lights on station three. Master Thomas had whipped her severely with a riding crop for slacking off in her training.

Diane sobbed as Mistress Rebecca strapped her hands to a suspended bar for a proper punishment. "I can't believe you think I'd not notice you stumbling all over the place. How insulting." _ Mistress Rebecca left a series of stripes up and down her backside and across the fronts of her thighs. 

"Now Diane, since you've apparently decided that Ballet isn't your cup of tea, I'm going to put you to work. Not the Kitchen. Apparently you've been playing all night instead of sleeping quietly. My God. Do you have any idea what I or any of the Masters would do to you for waking us? You want to please us, you'll learn to sleep quietly and not make any motion." Rebecca said severely.

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress. I'll do better Mistress. I'm just so tired today." Rebecca sobbed.

"Oh don't give me that. You had a solid eight hours for sleeping. If you can't lay still and silent, don't expect me to feel compassion." Rebecca released her and sent her sobbing into the hall to clean up. Rebecca walked into the office and said. "Who's got the duty tonight?" 

"I'm giving it to Andre, since he doesn't have any students, then me, and then Jeannette again." Devon said. 

"I bet she gets three hours tonight, and five hours tomorrow night." Rebecca said as she sat in a chair casually tossing a leg over the arm. 

"Not real hard to guess that, It's what they usually get." Devon said smiling. "She's a wreck according to Thomas."

"She's pitiful. No stamina these kids today." Rebecca said standing. "I'm going to relax a bit before my next class whipping Geneva across the floor. She did pretty good this morning. Moderate corrections. Another two or three classes, and she'll be ready."

Devon nodded and waved her off. David had called and said that Monday, he would be bringing Cathy, for at least two, possibly four weeks. Cathy was apparently not impressed with the school. Devon shrugged. Ten grand was less than the amount he had set in the presentation, but then he had said that some incentive pricing in the early stages would be required. Now, if he could just get Ann to settle down and either decide yes or no, he could move on. There was one slave slot left unassigned. They had to have one male slave. 

Ann was a home feeling ill. She was wearing baggy sweats and had showered twice now. She felt dirty, and she felt relaxed. NO. Not relaxed, relaxed is how you felt after a good sexual experience, this was a bad one. 

Ann was arguing with herself when her phone rang and it was her Dad. "Hey Dad." 

"Ann baby. I've got you a job all lined up. I told Bobby at the Chevy dealer that you were out of work, and he said that he needed a secretary. Apparently his last one quit with no notice." 

"Dad, that's because he can't keep his hands off of them." The idea of sitting a typing like a little girl while fat and bald Bobby came and rubbed all over her was nauseating. He was one of her Father's friends, and he was a greasy little letch. 

"Well that's the rumor, but I know that wouldn't be a problem with you baby." 

"Dad I appreciate it, but I don't think so."

"What are you going to do? You can't do nothing little girl." 

"I know, look. I don't know what I'm going to do. Perhaps I'll teach." Ann closed her eyes and banged her head with the heel of her hand. 

"Baby, you only have a two year degree. You have to have four, plus a certificate to teach." 

"Well, it's a private school. It would be along the lines of my police experiences. It's a kind of finishing school." She said.

There was a long pause. "Jack told me what had you so upset Ann. You aren't thinking of working at that school are you?" 

Ann squinted and rubbed her head. "Dad, I don't know. I thought I wanted to be a cop, but they can't fix shit. I thought school was the answer, and I sucked at that. I took the two-year general studies degree. That means I can write a proper English sentence and can name all seven continents these days." Ann was good and mad now. "They offered me a job, a grand a week plus room and board. I would teach classes, not be one of the little students." 

"Baby, don't do that. Please. We've got room here at the house if you're that short of cash." 

"Dad, I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm not good at anything." Then she said goodbye and hung up the phone. She unplugged it so it wouldn't ring back. She didn't want to talk, she didn't want to think. She didn't want to remember laying there with Jeannette licking her to levels of passion she hadn't believed existed. That trick of trapping the clit, and rolling her hand twisting the fingers inside. Oh God. That was incredible. Then she had the G located in a second, less than that, and Ann still remembered the explosive orgasm she'd had.

Ann lay down on her bed and hugged her pillow. She hadn't been this confused in her life. She was afraid to go anywhere. She knew she'd drive back to Devon, and he'd tempt her again. Tempt. That's it exactly. He was tempting her. He was like the Devil, yes, the devil. He was tempting her with this evil shit. This your the one in charge of the slave shit. 

Ann was now focused, she got online and found pages on Dominance and read them and found it was pretty much what Devon had explained. There were no training facilities, not like this academy, but there were private instructors. Ann bit her lip and then called a Dominatrix in Chicago. After explaining the problem, Ann asked a few questions and continued to get answers she didn't like. 

She didn't like those answers, because they matched Devon's almost exactly. The trick was to find what the Slave thought slavery was supposed to be, run with that, and use that to turn them to something safer, something more sustainable. Something based upon the exchange of power, certainly, but the respect of the slave had to be there as well. 

She sat and considered. They treated Geneva much differently than they had Diane, but Diane was treated differently than Jeannette. Jeannette took certain liberties, and from time to time, was punished, to keep her in line, but always with an air of tolerance. There was no such tolerant attitude towards Geneva. They treated her like dirt, because she needed that? But, did she really need that?

Ann lay on her couch and considered the night before. Geneva begging, tears in her eyes, Devon encouraging her, teasing her, chiding her into finally agreeing to allow Geneva to perform. More than once Devon said she needed to perform, to feel the humiliation. Then Devon explained after the slaves had left, that humiliation was a short-term thing. First time, second time, after that? How much humiliation could you feel after the tenth time you did something? You had to go more extreme to get the same humiliated feeling. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 07



Ann didn't know much about seeking a feeling of humiliation, but she did know about drug users. They taught her at the academy, that you build a tolerance to drugs, and needed a larger dose to get the same feeling. Ok, but was the feeling of humiliation the same? Why wouldn't it be about the same? So they were working on getting Geneva accustomed to a more stable sense of her slave identity, her version of a slave life. To adapting Geneva's vision of slave live to one of love, dedication, and service. Did that help Geneva? If they didn't do that what would happen?

Devon had said it. Geneva would seek out someone who would meet her needs, and that meant someone who would humiliate her for the sake of satisfying their own desire to what? Have a girl who enjoyed being humiliated? Oh God. Ann had seen reports, and a few first hand cases of that. Women who were so completely cowed as to do anything that their husbands, boyfriends, whatever, would say. 

That is what Ann had assumed was going on at this facility. Yet, it wasn't. The trainers took great care in providing a stable, and structured life of service, and sex, for the slaves. 

Ann walked back to her bedroom and sat heavily. She was talking herself into the job instead of out of the job. What would she say to her Parents? What would the neighbors say? 

"You believe pride comes from without, we believe it comes from within." Damn that Devon for planting that fucking seed in her mind. Damn him. Damn Andre for looking so good. For having a cock that was big and beautiful and hard as a brick stick. Damn Jeannette for having a talented and trained mouth and bringing her to screaming orgasms. 

There was one other thing the Dominatrix had said that bothered Ann. Once you start down this path, you can't ever walk away. That seemed to fit Jeannette's story. She tried and almost went insane trying to be normal. She was only happy doing what she was doing. Perhaps the other part of it was that once you did it, the rest of the world refused to ever take you seriously again. 

A thousand dollars a week, plus bonus's when the school makes a profit. Damn that's a lot of money, especially when Devon said that there was already interest, and they weren't even really up and running yet, still short at least one trainer, and two house slaves. Forget the Room and Board part, that was worth at least six hundred a month right there for a room and private bath.

Ann decided to get dressed and go talk to her Mom. Ann had decided something else, but she needed to tell her parents first. They wouldn't like it, but they would have to accept it. Ann was an adult, twenty-two and she was about to become a Dominatrix. Ann stopped short. A Dominatrix who would be expected to get anal sex? To judge the quality of the anal sex? Devon would have to adjust that. There is no way she's getting buggered. She'll test the students ability to perform oral sex, perhaps even fuck some of the boys, if they showed some promise, but no way in hell was she going to get buggered. 

Ann shook her head and got dressed. She put on dark jeans and a black t-shirt and drove to her Moms. She was already dressing in her version of Dominatrix clothing. She had leather boots on didn't she?

Andre was taking a short nap, he had the duty tonight. Andre knew that soon the Slaves would be helping out with this soon, as soon as they were through the training that is. 

Jeannette was back downstairs after a nap. She was used to doing this, they'd had her do it at the farms more than once. Stay up with someone who was injured or whatever. She'd sleep tonight, when Master was done with her of course. Silently beside him, his love filling her and making her feel complete. Jeannette felt a familiar twinge that let her know she was looking forward to tonight. 

Geneva was working on station four, and was now considered competent at stations one through three. She could get the green lights and task complete easily. Four took a little longer for her, but she was learning. She felt pretty good today. The orgasm last night had helped. She appreciated Miss Clark doing that for her. She would be happy if Miss Clark became Mistress Clark. She was nice, understanding. Also deliciously cruel denying Geneva that orgasm twice before allowing her to come with permission instead of without.

Diane was a wreck, she was exhausted, and was fumbling as she tried to clean the slaves restroom. She was so tired. The schedule left you so worn out at the end of a day, that you really needed your sleep. Going without, coupled with the damn shocks and the screeching alarm was too much to endure. 

At dinner, Diane was blinking at her plate, and wondering what she was eating. She didn't care. She was hungry, and she was tired. Perhaps she could talk Jeannette into putting her to bed early. If so, she could try and get used to sleeping quietly and without moving. Perhaps she might get fifteen minutes tonight, which would be more than last night.

Geneva ate quickly, Mistress Rebecca demanded punctuality. She dashed off leaving some food on her plate, determined to be early and please Mistress Rebecca. 

Ann ate at home with her parents, and it was as bad as she had thought. Her Dad raged that she was becoming a fucking whore. Her mom wanted to know what was wrong, was she trying to do some sort of movie undercover bit?

Ann left with tears in her eyes and her heart in tatters on her sleeve. Her father had just disowned her, demanding that she leave his house, never to return. The Dominatrix had been right, once you started this path, you couldn't ever leave it. 

She drove past her place and right to Devon's house. She tried to compose herself to talk to the guard, but he recognized the car from last night and waved her in. Ann found Jeannette waiting for her on the steps and standing formally for her. 

"Mistress. Master Devon is in his room. He's coming down now." She gestured. "Please come this way, we'll wait in his office." 

Jeannette gave no indication if she noticed that Ann was crying. She simply walked and waited while Ann entered Devon's office and sat heavily and miserably. Devon entered and took one look. He turned and whispered to Jeannette and nodded towards the door. Jeannette backed out and closed the door behind her as she exited. 

Devon took the seat next to her and said. "Want to talk about it?" 

"Yeah. I told my folks I was going to take your job, the job as a trainer. We argued, about what I was doing, and what I was becoming." Ann wiped her eyes and blew her nose on the offered handkerchief. "My Dad just called me a fucking whore, and told me he had no daughter, to get out of his house." Ann looked at Devon pleading with him. "How do you do it Devon? How do you do this knowing what everyone thinks about you?"

"We do it because we know the truth about what we are. We know the truth about this lifestyle. We know the truth about our slaves." Devon gestured. "There are those who say we need the slaves to feel complete, that we are sadists who need to hurt them to feel right. The truth is they need us far more than we need them. We're the ones in control but they're the ones who draw the picture we must navigate within." 

"Everyone thinks I'm a whore." Ann said. "How can I live like that?"

"Is it true?" Devon asked.

"No." Ann said. "I don't think so, I hope not." 

"Define a whore for me." Devon said.

"A woman who fucks for money." Ann said sarcastically.

"Then you are not a whore." Devon said. "We're paid to train slaves, not fuck whoever comes in the door. We don't fuck the slaves before phase two really. then only for occasional cunt training aside." Devon waved a hand. "Even in phase three, the sex is scheduled, planned, and part of their training more than our pleasure." 

"Don't tell me you don't enjoy it." Ann said acidly.

"Oh no. Quite the contrary, those are some of my favorite times with a slave." Devon said. "However, I understand that there are some doctors, and very good ones, who enjoy cutting into flesh. They will take every opportunity they can to cut a person, never once doing so just to cut." 

"Damn you Devon, you make everything so easy, so easy to walk away from society, and just join you." 

"It's not easy, it's very hard. The life I promise you is so hard it's unimaginable." Devon said. "We work seven days a week here. We work hard. We adapt to the trainee's and we are often up all night with them. Andre is this very night sitting in the hallway upstairs in the slave training wing and listening to Diane get shocked. He's listening for signs of trouble, of real danger as opposed to her being miserable. Jeannette sat up last night, and reported that Diane got almost no sleep. She was shocked almost continuously. Tonight, we expect three hours or so. Tomorrow, the average is five. In a week, she'll be sleeping all night, quietly, and without moving." 

"That's barbaric." Ann said. 

"Is it?" Devon wondered. "OK. Have you ever had a boyfriend who snored?"

"Yes." Ann answered.

"If he had come here, he wouldn't have snored. Would that have changed your feelings towards him?" 

"Probably not." Ann said. "He had other habits I couldn't deal with." 

"A graduate of this program would have no such habits." Devon said. "They would adapt to you." 

Ann considered for a moment and said. "If I take the job Devon, no anal sex. I don't want to be buggered."

"We can discuss that later. That's the Golden Gate Bridge, and you are in New York. You have three thousand miles to cross before you reach that bridge. It will be months, perhaps as much as six months before you're ready to study anal training as an apprentice." Devon answered.

"No anal sex." 

Devon looked at her and said. "I will allow you to veto it when we get there. If you still wish to. However, I think you'll find our techniques are proven to be most effective, and the orgasms are quite intense." 

Ann breathed deeply and said. "You have a Dominatrix now." Then she shook her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Devon nodded. "We'll do paperwork in the morning. It's late. We have a staff room available, for trainers. It has a private bath and shower. Please feel free to use it. Your apartment may not be too comfortable once your Father calls the Sheriff. Here, you're protected from the judgment of others." 

Ann nodded. "Thanks, why do I feel safer here than out there?" 

"Here, you truly are in control." Devon said showing her out. He took her upstairs and set her in a Staff room without a brass plaque. It would have one made soon that said Mistress Ann. Devon turned to his room and found Jeannette waiting for him, kneeling on the floor.

"You waited for me?" Devon asked smiling.

"Yes Master, you gave me a choice. So I decided to choose you." Jeannette looked up. "Just as I always have." 

Devon smiled and closed his door. He stepped before his slave and said. "I owe you a reward don't I?"

"No Master, you owe me nothing. I'm here to serve you." Jeannette said. "That's what my pleasure is." 

Devon laid her down and began to kiss her nipples. Jeannette had been taught to accept whatever master gave. Jeannette relaxed and felt the familiar hand on her pelvic bone. She raised an eyebrow and looked down. Master was smiling at her. "I'm going to do to you, what you did to Ann. I'm going to lick you until you come. You are free to come at will tonight slave, this is your reward for your loyal and excellent service."

Jeannette moaned slightly. "Oh thank you Master." 

Devon kissed the inside of her thigh, his tongue dancing along the skin, barely making contact. "Tomorrow, after Ann is an employee. Have her punish you for being smug and superior. Instruct her how to punish a level one slave." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette breathed. She was already squirming, the passion building, not held back by her training, she was free to come at will, and she would will it a lot.

Devon caressed her as he licked and suckled on her sensitive spots, running his tongue along the union of ass and thigh, the sweet spot for whippings and spankings. He sensations there were almost inevitably channeled directly towards her sex, pain, and pleasure. 

Devon began to part her outer labia and flick his tongue along her sex. Jeannette moaned again and started to grind her hips. Instinct took over and demanded that she chase the pleasure, she pursue it. 

Devon pushed her passion higher, and then higher still, finally dragging his tongue across her clit ring. Jeannette gasped in pleasure. Devon smiled wickedly and inserted first one finger, and then a second inside her pussy. 

Jeannette gripped the bedspread and tried to brace herself. She knew what this technique would do, she knew it all too well. She'd done it a number of times, she'd had it done a few. The climax would be hellishly powerful. 

Devon was circling his open palm on Jeannette's pelvis, her hips were rolling to chase the hot hand. Devon wiggled his hands in a wave motion and ten he sucked hard on her clit ring. Jeannette screamed in passion as she came.

"Oh Master, yes." Jeannette said as she climaxed. Her pelvis bucked powerfully. She felt her lungs empty and she was trying to breath in. Devon flicked her ring again and Jeannette started to shake in sequence to the stimulation. Stars were dancing in her eyes, her brain was in a hundred pieces across the universe. 

Devon let her down gently. Allowing her to sink into a pleasant glow. He continued to lick her inner labia as he withdrew his fingers. 

Jeannette raised her head, her eyes were glassy, obviously not seeing too clearly. "Thank you Master." 

"We aren't done yet Jeannette. We have much to do yet." Devon said smiling. 

"Oh yes Master." Jeannette said smiling. "I'm looking forward to that." 

Devon climbed onto the bed and lay down allowing her to get him hard. She worked his cock with her trained and talented mouth. 

Devon smiled at her and said. "My little slave. Are you happy here, serving this house, this academy?"

Jeannette licked along the underside of his cock and said. "Oh yes Master." 

"Good. Now, climb on me. Cunt slave, fuck me with that cunt." Devon ordered.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she straddled him. She settled his length into herself, and then began to slide up and down his shift. 

"So slave, is your training slipping? Do you think I should ask you out for a date or give you a bunch of roses." Devon chided her.

"Oh no Master. I'm your slave. Never ask me, always command me." 

"On your belly slave, give me your cunt while I spank your ass." Devon said with a faint smile. 

Jeannette hustled to obey and looked over her shoulder and felt Devon get into position. He slammed himself into Jeannette taking her breath from the force. 

Devon began to thrust into her deeply. He spanked first her right ass cheek, then her left one, leaving stinging handprints evidence of the force of the blows.

"I'm going to give you love slave, are you ready for it." 

Jeannette was twitching in sheer ecstasy; Devon grabbed her hair, and pulled sharply backwards pulling her head back. Jeannette came powerfully as the pain and pleasure mixed to create a powerful orgasm. 

Devon started to jerk in anticipation of his climax. He began to pulse rapidly inside her, dumping his semen into her. 

Jeannette shuddered in the grips of another orgasm. Devon withdrew himself from her cunt and didn't have to wait more than a moment for her to start cleaning his cock happily.

Devon noticed that her hand was between her legs, holding her pussy tightly. As she finished licking him clean she looked up with a twinkle in her eye. She leaned back and switched hands taking the one from between her legs and licked it clean. 

Blinking at this he watched her begin to dig his cum from inside her cunt. She did this routine three times, until her fingers came out slick, but without any sign of his come upon them. Devon understood, she loved him, and couldn't say it, and he couldn't say it if he did feel it. What she was doing was making sure his come, his love, didn't drip down her legs. She was making sure his love wasn't wasted; she wasn't willing to waste a single drop. 

Devon wondered where the end of that was, and as he wondered, he knew, there was no end to it. Wherever he gave his love, she would follow with this performance. 

"I'm tired slave, I'm too weary to chain you up to something tonight. Lay here with me, and if you wake me, I'll beat you without mercy from dawn to dusk tomorrow." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said softly. Smiling up at her Master.

Devon lay down on the bed and waited a moment for her to get settled, and then casually threw the blanket over himself, and accidentally covered her with it at the same time. 

Jeannette lay quietly and listened to Master Devon's breathing steady down and become regular. 

The fourth trainer was asleep, and the staffing situation was improving. They really needed a couple more house slaves, but they could get by with three, for now. In time, they would find the rest, or the rest of the slaves would find them.



The Vassal Academy Ch. 08



Part 08: Conforming to the Lifestyle

Waking in the morning, Jeannette got her instructions and left to carry them out. She took the shoes that Master ordered her to wear, and she carried them to the slave training area, and set them down as she turned the lights on. First releasing Geneva from her chains she smiled and said. "Good news Geneva, Master is pleased with you. 

Master Devon told me that the reports of your training show you are making very good progress, and are working very hard." 

"Really? He mentioned me?" Geneva asked.

"Yes." Jeannette said helping Geneva to her feet and continued. "In fact, between us, I think Master believes you to be quite lucky. Master said that he wondered what would have happened to you if you had found one of those pretend Masters, who wouldn't care for you, and love you as we would. I said that you'd probably end up in the gutter somewhere, the victim of extreme blood play, all the love sucked out of your heart." 

Jeannette looked around as if she was doing something, not quite wrong, but not really right. "Master says if you were not trained by proper masters, to learn how to be a slave, you'd probably end up with some sadist with a tiny dick, and an even smaller ego." She said softly.

Geneva bit her lip and said. "Jeannette. I lay here last night, and I wondered how I could have been so lucky." She caught herself and after taking a deep breath started over. "If you hadn't been open yet, or hadn't gotten Cathy upset, or a thousand little things. I'd still be dreaming about living like this. I'm a house slave, a real house slave. I've given myself to Master, and he's going to teach me how to be a great slave, like you."

Jeannette hugged her quickly and said. "Oh we have so little time. Come on, we've got to get Diane and get cleaned up before breakfast. Master is determined to get you past phase one before Cathy comes on Monday. He wants you ready to start sleep training then, a real phase two slave." 

Geneva followed Jeannette and asked. "Cathy is coming here?" 

"Yes, she'll be a training slave, left to us by her Master. We'll teach her how to be a real slave instead of what she is." 

Diane had managed about four hours of sleep, and was still very tired, but wasn't quite as miserable as she had been the day before. Jeannette opened the cage and let her out after turning the training shocks off. Diane hustled to the shower and the three of them were eating breakfast and all walked a little taller now, pride in their accomplishments in serving masters.

Ann woke at a quarter to seven to the tapping on her door. Andre was there and smiled at her. "Welcome Mistress Ann." 

Ann blinked at him and groaned. "I'm not a morning person without coffee." 

"You'll learn. Devon said that after breakfast, you needed to fill out your forms, so the lawyers could properly protect you from harassment by your former co-workers." Andre relayed. "Breakfast is in forty-five minutes, and normally we discuss slave training issues at meals. There are so few times when we're all available for a meeting. We tend to have working meals." 

"You're awful chipper." Ann groaned again. "I thought you had the night shift."

"I did, Diane managed about four hours of sleep, and so did I. With that sleep, she'll be doing a little better today than yesterday, so we'll adapt our training slightly to reflect this. Breakfast, come on let's hustle, a masters life is a hard one." Andre said turning and entering his room.

Ann walked to her bed and sat on it, she blinked at the clock on the wall and groaned. She had sat up for a long time, thinking over and over again her decision. Not that she wanted to do it over, or pick something else; she just wondered why she hadn't considered this as a career before. Isn't it the dream of all women to have people groveling at their feet? Ann wasn't sure it was her dream, but it seemed to be her job at this time. She was a Dominatrix, and by God, she was going to be a good one.

She showered and put her clothes back on, smiling as she realized that the slaves wouldn't be wearing much, if anything. Master's, and Mistress's property and all that.

She walked down the stairs and into the dining room to find everyone waiting. Damn morning people. "Morning everyone." 

"Ann, excellent, now we can begin. I just got off the phone with Dominique; the state had graciously agreed to test Geneva for her Paramedics license today, so after Breakfast she'll be going to do that. We'll have to dress her and take her collar for today, the squares will probably shit themselves if a nude woman wearing a collar asks to be tested." Devon began.

Roberta laughed. "We'd spend the day caning her hands from between her legs, she'd flunk the test." 

Devon chuckled along with the rest. "On a lighter note, you all know Ann is joining us as our forth trainer. The Apprenticeship program we described is now in full effect. Ann is our first victim." Devon nodded to her in deference. "Welcome Ann, we're better with you, than without." 

Ann thanked the group for their greeting. Devon held up a hand and once everyone was quiet he spoke into the radio in a stern voice said. "Jeannette?"

"Yes Master." Came from the speaker.

"Jeannette change in plans. Cancel Geneva's classes today. She's going to get tested for her Paramedic's license. We've managed to get the two weeks of classes teaching her what we're informed she already knows waived." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. "She's here and understands."

"Good, we have some of her clothes in the house don't we?"

"Yes Master, from her car on Tuesday." Jeannette said.

"We stored them in what will be her room upstairs right?"

"Yes Master."

"Get her dressed and ready to go. If there's a problem, let me know immediately." Devon ordered.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said obviously hustling in the background.

The group then discussed training, and Devon made his decisions. "Thomas, escort Geneva to her test, you've been down to the county health office, and that's where it is. I'll take Diane's oral arts class, and Ann can get the paperwork done. They said the test should only take a couple hours, after that, bring her back here, and straight to the office, still in clothes."

"Sure Devon." Thomas said.

"Before she goes all horny again I want to go over the list of medical supplies we've ordered. We got no complaint from the Doctor we've contracted with, but I want her opinion too. Once the license comes through, probably Monday or Tuesday, Geneva needs to be in phase two by then. She gets a watch and is responsible for medical issues here." Devon said. "We've talked before, and we need to make sure we care for the charges placed in our protection. We especially need to make sure we don't injure one by negligence, and if one is injured, we need to address it immediately. Our reputation will be severely harmed if we have a slave crawling around because of a broken ankle we ignored. Worse, it will harm our relationship with our own slaves."

Devon said. "We have two slots left, I want one male. Rebecca and Dominique are going out tonight, and I'm going out as well. I'll be at the Club de Sade, and Rebecca you'll be at the Executive Club with Dominique. We're looking for two more house slaves. We must, absolutely must have one male. The final slot is not so adamant, and if we need to we can go to five plus Jeannette."

"Why do we need so many house slaves?" Ann asked.

"We're setting up for a maximum of eight slaves at any one time." Devon explained. Four trainers means four are going to be either doing remedial, or cleaning details while the other four are in one to one training. That means slaves, already trained and competent at not only that task level, but the next level too, for individual remedial training. Also, the slaves will take the duty of watching the trainee's while they're either chained, or in sleep training. There is too great a risk of something going wrong with some of this training." 

Diane nodded. "I know Andre had the duty last night."

"Yes, and I had planned on doing it tonight, but I need those last two slaves, and our best shot is in New York. We need the right candidate. One who is a slave at heart, and who isn't tied down to anything else too important. One who can be trained in our methods, and their responsibilities." 

"We need another two like we have." Rebecca said. "Well one with a cock."

Thomas smiled and said. "I'm presuming you're going to be looking for a small cock Rebecca?"

"I might, but Dominique will be looking for a guy who's got one hung to his knee." Rebecca said laughing.

"That aside, and Rebecca tell her we can always give the guy a strap on." Devon said. After waiting for the laughter he continued. "That aside, our first paying client is arriving Monday. David and Cathy will be here before noon, and Cathy is going to stay for at least two, and I'm trying to talk them into three or four weeks. Cathy is a manipulator, so I've got to come up with a way to manipulate her into viewing herself differently."

Ann said. "Wait a minute, she's a grown woman, who deserves some respect here." 

Devon said. "Ann, you've seen our slaves, and only ours. You weren't in the club long enough that night to notice the people. Come with me, and I'll show you what I mean. It will be an education that would take you a year staying here." 

Ann grit her teeth and nodded. "Yes Devon, I'll be pleased as punch to accompany you."

Rebecca nodded and said. "That's it girlie, you don't take any shit from him." 

Everyone laughed again and Devon waited for a moment and then said. "After your paperwork, go to your apartment, and please tell me you have something leather to wear." 

"I do, a leather mini skirt if you are dictating." 

"Rebecca take a look at what she has later, and help her pick out something that will get the little boy toys drooling at the idea of kneeling at her feet." Devon said.

"Of course Devon." Rebecca said.

Ann glared at him and then turned her head to ignore him. "I've had plenty of guys drooling over me, if you must know." 

"I have no doubt, but the image of Dominance is subtle, and overt at the same time. Breeze into a room like Dominique does, striding, as if you own it. As if all the little people there should be groveling at your feet, begging for the lash of your whip." 

Ann stared him right in the eye. "They should be."

"She'll do Devon." Andre said. "I'll go get a whip, and we can practice."

"OK, enough of this, get to work, all of you." Devon said shaking his head.

The group scattered in about four seconds leaving Roberta and Ann sitting at the table alone. Ann looked around and said. "Don't waste time do they?"

"No, My class is canceled this morning, and that means I'm the only one not doing something constructive." Roberta said. "Ah to be free in the spring." She stood and walked out.

Ann took the hint and went to the office, heading the direction that Thomas had gone in. She found Geneva and Jeannette in admin with Thomas talking to Geneva as he took her collar off.

"Ok, we're going to get your test knocked out. We know you're going to pass, because you're a great medic, and a very good house slave." Thomas said. 

"Yes Master, I'll do it Master." Geneva said as she stared at her collar. "Can I take that? I'll keep it in my pocket master." 

Thomas smiled and nodded. He handed it to her and she put it in her pocket. 

"Mistress Ann. I have your employment packet here, and am available if you have any questions." Jeannette said bowing her head. "Once they are done, I have instructions from Master Devon, before you go to get some things from your apartment." 

"Like what?" Ann asked.

"Master said to wait until you were officially an employee." Jeannette answered. 

Ann frowned, but knew that Jeannette would have to be beaten near to death before she disobeyed Master's specific instruction.

After spending an hour filling out forms and reading things she finally set the pen down and said. "Jesus, there certainly is a lot of paperwork to being a Dominant." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said taking the forms and setting them in the fax machine. "I'm faxing these to the law firm that pays us, your pay will be in the bank next week." 

"Ok, you said you had instructions?" Ann said.

Jeannette said. "Yes Mistress." Then she walked to an umbrella stand near the study and came back with a riding crop. "Mistress, I was smug, and disrespectful towards you yesterday. I've been punished by Master Devon for dishonoring our house. I'm wearing shoes today." Jeannette explained.

"OK, I noticed but assumed that you needed practice or something." Ann said looking at the crop.

"Yes Mistress, that too." Jeannette said. "Master Devon said you were to give me twenty lashes, and I was to instruct you on how to punish a level one slave." 

"Uh Jeannette, it's OK." Ann said. "I was a bitch too." 

"No Mistress, it's not OK. I'm a slave, and I know better." Jeannette said. "I must be punished, and you must do it. It's the life we've chosen." 

Ann took the crop and held it lightly in her hand and said. "Um, OK. How should I punish you?"

"Level one is always below the waist." Jeannette began removing her shirt and standing nude. "The first punishment position is standing with the hands behind the head." Jeannette moved to the position. "Feet shoulder with apart, and back straight." 

Ann gulped and said. "OK, and I just paddle your ass? Or is it whip your ass?"

"Mistress will strike me on the ass, and the thighs. It's best if you spread the blows out, to increase the area that will sting. That crop is a medium, and unless you wind up as if you're hitting a baseball, it won't leave bruises." Jeannette said. "Avoid the genitals of the level one slave, they're not ready for that. I'll let mistress know how to adjust your blows as we go along."

"Right." Ann said and stood next to Jeannette and said. "Here we go." 

She swung the crop and it connected with Jeannette's ass. Ann saw it jiggle and looked to Jeannette for a critique.

"Mistress, that blow is intended to tease a slave. That would be appropriate if I was suspended from a bar, and being whipped to arouse my passions." Jeannette said. "Please strike a bit harder." 

Ann nodded slowly and swung the crop again, striking Jeannette's ass a little lower. 

"A bit harder Mistress, excellent spreading of the blows however. A proper punishment will leave red stripes on the slave." 

Ann swung the crop again and Jeannette said. "Yes Mistress, that is exactly he power you wish to use on a level one slave." 

Jeannette directed her down to the "Sweet spot." Continuing on down the thighs. Ann whipped her back up and finished with the ass. Jeannette knelt before Ann and spoke. "Mistress, thank you for punishing me." 

"What?" Ann asked surprised.

"Mistress cares for me, or else she wouldn't correct my behavior. Mistress loves me, or she wouldn't punish me to show me that I must behave like a proper slave. I will thank Mistress for her love, and for her attention to my needs." Jeannette said. 

"Oh. Yes. Thank you Jeannette." 

Jeannette bowed her head deeply and said. "Thank you Mistress." Then she rose and took the riding crop and put it away. She put her dress back on and said. "Mistress Ann. Master Devon is currently in Level two oral arts with Diane. If you wish to join him to see the training, I'll take you. Or would you rather go to your apartment and get your things?"

"My apartment, I think. Jeannette, do you really believe that I punished you out of love?" Ann asked.

Jeannette looked at Ann in curiosity. "Of course Mistress. You have a Dominants heart, but aren't a sadist. Master Devon would not have chosen you if you were. So the only other reason you would possibly punish me is love. You love me, and I love you. You won't say those words, it would make a Slave soft, and possibly even make a slave feel cocky and behave disrespectfully. I can say those words, because you won't get soft on me." 

Ann nodded. "I have a lot to learn don't I?" 

"Yes Mistress, but that's what we do, we teach, and bring out of you that which makes you special." Jeannette said. Looking at the clock she said. "Lunch is in three hours Mistress." 

Ann took the hint and drove to her apartment. There were a dozen messages on her machine. She hit play as she packed some clothing. Four from her mom, begging her not to do this. Too late Mom, I'm a dominatrix, and I have no Father. Three from the Sheriff, demanding to know what the hell she though she was doing. 

Ann turned back to the phone in absolute fury. How dare that bastard demand an explanation from her. She was fired, or quit, or whatever. She turned the machine off and hit the erase all. 

She packed some casual clothing, and then her slut outfits she wore when she went out. Hoping to find something in that bunch that Rebecca would think was Dominant enough to please Devon, and give the right impression. 

She carried the two suitcases down and then went back up and rounded up her personal hygiene stuff and boxed it up. She was down at the car and about to get in to go back to the academy when The Sheriff drove up. 

Ann was still pissed about the messages while the Sheriff got out of his car and signaled to his driver to stay in. 

"Ann, I left some messages for you. I was out riding, and thought I'd swing by and we could talk about this before you made a big mistake." 

_"Really? What's to talk about?"_

"Ann, you can't do this. You said yourself that it was a den of perversion out there." 

"Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps I've learned something."

"I won't permit it Ann." Jack Mitchell said.

"Excuse me?" Ann asked.

"I've known you since you were born Ann, I won't permit this." Jack Mitchell said again.

Ann's eyes narrowed and she got her back up. "Sheriff Mitchell, the only possible way's you could prevent this would be to violate my civil rights by harassing me. Are you threatening to do that?"

Jack Mitchell stiffened and he slowly said. "I talked to your Dad last night Ann."

"My Father?" Ann asked smiling thinly. "The one who called me a fucking whore and told me he had no daughter, to leave his house and never return? That Father?"

"Ann, he was upset, excited." Jack said.

"No, he was closed minded, as I used to be." Ann said. "Perhaps one day, we'll talk. Not any time soon Sheriff." 

"Don't do this Ann. It's going to kill him you know that." Jack said.

"You know what I figured out over this last week Sheriff? Besides the fact that I knew jack shit about this whole Dominance thing." Ann asked tossing the box into her car.

"What?" Jack asked resigned.

"I figured out it was about God Damn time I started to live my life for me, instead of everybody else. Tell the neighbors I don't give a shit." Ann said. "Now if you'll excuse me Sheriff, I have to get back to work, unless you intend to further delay my activities?"

Jack took a deep breath and said. "We've all got to hoe our own fields don't we Ann?" 

"Yeah, and my field is out there, as a Dominatrix. My paperwork is already filed, I'm an employee of the Academy, and I have been advised by my employer to immediately notify him if my former co-workers in any way harassed me. I believe he meant you and the department Sheriff." Ann said coldly. 

Sheriff Mitchell climbed back into his car and it drove off. Ann leaned against her car and took several shuddering breaths. That was hard, but she felt better somehow. She climbed in and started her car, and feeling eyes that may or may not be upon her she drove very carefully back to the Academy, something had to be done about this. It was liable to make her paranoid if something wasn't cleared up with Jack Mitchell and the Sheriff's department.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 08



Ann parked in the back, where common sense said staff was supposed to park. She carried her first suitcase upstairs and was coming back down for another one when she saw all three slaves lined up and waiting next to her car. "It's OK I can get it." Ann said automatically. 

Jeannette stepped forward and said. "Mistress, may I speak with you?"

Ann frowned and nodded and took a couple steps away. Jeannette stood close and kept her head down. "Mistress, part of my duties as the lead slave is to advise the apprentice trainers." Jeannette said.

"I kind of figured that after this morning." Ann said.

"Mistress, you're a Master. It's improper for you to carry things while we are standing idle. Even your personal items." Jeannette explained. "Please assign us to this task."

Ann looked at her and frowned. Keeping her voice low she asked. "Am I permitted to wipe my own sainted ass?"

Jeannette turned and said to the others in a louder voice. "Mistress instructs you to carry her bags up to her room. Staff room five. You know which one Diane, help Geneva find it and then show her the staff floor." 

Ann was almost angry, and watched as the two girls carried the other suitcase and box upstairs. Jeannette waited and said. "Forgive me Mistress. I'll expect punishment for issuing orders without your permission. However, it's important for a slave to feel like a servant. It's important for a Master to be in command, and it's important that a Master never speak in a degrading manner about any other Master before a slave, even herself." 

Ann frowned and said. "If what I did was wrong, why would I punish you for correcting me?"

"Mistress, it allows you to learn how to command, and how to punish. For a short while I'll be helping to guide your hand, then I'll back away, and your hand will need no guidance." Jeannette answered.

"So I have to punish you, even though I was wrong?" Ann asked to clarify.

"Mistress, you're never wrong, even when you are not entirely correct." Jeannette said. "You are a Master, and I'm helping you transition to that frame of mind." 

"OK, when in Rome." Ann said softly.

"Do as the Romanians." Jeannette said smiling softly. "It's something I heard Master Andre say once." 

"That's funny." Ann said smiling. "OK, I guess we'll get to your punishment. Since I have an idea that I'm the one being taught a lesson, I think that ten instead of twenty for this infraction." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said keeping her head down. "You're learning Mistress. You didn't ask me what the punishment should be, you decreed it. That's excellent Mistress." 

Ann led Jeannette to the office where again she had the riding crop and again she turned and found Jeannette standing with her hands behind her head and her legs spread. She quickly placed ten sharp blows up and down Jeannette's ass and the tops of her thighs. 

Jeannette fell to her knees when it was over and said. "Thank you Mistress, Thank you for punishing me."

Ann felt a twinge of discomfort, and at the same time a small heat. She was starting to get off on the feeling of power this place gave you. "Good Jeannette, now I'll assume you have duties to attend to. Where might I find Master Devon?"

"Master is in his office Mistress, Thank you Mistress." Jeannette said and stood gracefully and walked from the office to go back to her work. 

Ann walked in and said. "You know, it's kind of weird, but I understand her a little better all the time." 

"Yeah, I heard the snap of the crop. What did she do this time?" Devon asked smiling.

"She issued orders in my name, without me giving them." Ann said. "Felt kind of strange punishing her for doing the right thing, when I was wrong." 

"You weren't wrong. You never are." Devon answered.

"Yeah, that's going to take some getting used to as well." 

Devon leaned back. "Jeannette is sort of like the Sergeant Major of this place, the senior enlisted person in the army?"

"I know what a Sergeant Major is." Ann said with a hint of exasperation in her voice. 

"They report to the Commander, and that would be me. Advising of things that the officers could or should do differently. At the same time, they are extremely deferential to the junior officers in public, offering absolute loyalty, and at the same time, advice and guidance." Devon explained anyway. "Most importantly, they are an example of what the troops should be like. In our case, she's a senior slave, and the lead slave. She is over the other slaves, and under every master, including you. She will not stop you, unless your actions are putting someone at risk of injury." Devon finished.

"So if I give an excessive punishment, and I seem to be guided to the crop, then Jeannette will endure it, and later mention it to you, so you can correct me? Why wouldn't she just say that it was too much?" Ann asked.

"Because she can't overrule you except in cases of risk of injury, life, or limb." Devon said. "I can, but won't be there to do so. I can explain it to you later, which is why you're an apprentice trainer, and not a full trainer." Devon said. "The rest of us will be working with you, to teach you the small things that make a big part of our job."

"I'm almost afraid to find out some of those things, and I'm interested to know what they are." Ann said after a moment's consideration. "It's sort of like watching a car crash. It's horrifying, and you can't look away." 

"You'll get used to it, and when that happens, you'll be hooked on this lifestyle for the rest of your life." Devon said. He glanced at the clock and said. "Lunch is just around the corner, would you like to freshen up before we dine?"

"Yeah, but I ran into Jack Mitchell at my apartment." Ann said. "He tried to talk me out of this."

"It would appear he was unsuccessful." Devon said. "Bad?"

"Not as bad as I thought it would be. We're going to have problems with him, you know that."

"Yeah, I figure the Fire Marshall's the next step if we don't nip this in the bud." Devon said. "Do you think he'd come to dinner?"

"He might, but I'd suggest leaving the floor show out of the dinner plans." Ann said. "He's less hip than I am." 

Devon laughed and said. "That's a square all right." He picked up the phone and dialed the sheriff's department. He explained to Sheriff Mitchell that he hoped to clear up any misunderstanding, and invited both the Sheriff and the County Attorney to come personally and tour the facility, and dine with them. Devon then asked how it could be considered harassment when they were invited. He clinched it with. "As good as they are, even my attorneys would have trouble making that case." 

The Sheriff called back in ten minutes and said that both he and the County Attorney would arrive at four, for a tour and dinner at six. 

Devon went to lunch and informed the staff. "We have guests tonight. The Chief Law enforcement officer of this county, and the attorney that advises the county elders." 

Ann raised an eyebrow. "And the floor show?"

"I'm considering an exhibition of sorts." Devon said. "I don't really have anyone trained up to the standards of dinner parties that I'd hoped. However with Jeannette on the job, all is well in hand." He turned and issued orders. "Rebecca work with the slaves this afternoon and get them as tight as you can. Andre, see what Chef can do for dinner, apologize for the short notice, tell him I intend to introduce him to our guests." 

Ann watched as Devon issued orders, giving each a responsibility besides him and her. Thomas would have all the training room doors open, and all the lights up and on and bright. He would have the safety alarms set to ring through the house as part of a demonstration of safety. Geneva would be available to describe treatments of various injuries and the medical practice.

Devon finished lunch and said. "People, we have one chance, just one, to show the Sheriff we're an above board and honest. If we screw this up tonight, we can expect to have an adversarial relationship with local law enforcement for the next few years." Devon set his napkin down. "I'd prefer an amicable relationship, it's far easier than instructing the security officers at the gate and the seawall to demand a warrant when the police ask him what time it is." 

Thomas raised a hand. "Devon, why are we trying this today? Why not prep for another day or even two?"

"Because the Sheriff stopped Ann this morning at her apartment. The scene was tense as you can imagine, and he left feeling hurt, and betrayed. That resentment is probably even now giving him motivation to go over our permits, and our zoning to make sure we're authorized as a commercial enterprise. I'm guessing that if we don't put a stop to this, the parade of inspectors stars next week. The fire inspector, health inspector, building inspector, and the inspector of utilities will all take their turn to disrupt us. As that's going on, you can expect the Sunday Sermons to inform the populace at large that a den of perversion has cropped up in their fair community." Devon waved his hands. "Of course the police would be unable to prevent this patriotic display of first amendment rights, and we would have to wait months before it settled down enough to get some clients in here." 

"Point taken Devon." Thomas said. "We'll be ready as we can be." 

"Let's hope it's enough to keep this low key for a while longer. God willing, we'll manage to convince the legal authority in the county that we're not a bunch of sadistic nuts." Devon said slyly.

"You believe in God?" Ann asked somewhat astounded.

"Certainly, and I'm just as certain that She has a wicked sense of humor. How else do you explain the idea of two family rule for the last twenty years?" Devon smiled. "Bush, Clinton, Bush, and now Clinton is running again. I wonder if it will be Jeb, or Jenna Bush after Hillary?" 

Ann rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Ok, we'll talk religion later."

"No, we'll go now. It's what you're going to help me with, some props for our little production." Devon said.

"Why do I feel like I got the bad assignment?" Ann asked.

"You didn't, it just seem strange." Rebecca said. "I'm off to whip our slaves into shape Devon." 

Devon called Geneva and showed her the room on the training floor that had been empty and was now designated as a medical treatment, not medical play, room. He showed her the medical supplies they had already gotten, and got a list from her of things she'd like to have, given the probability of injury types. Devon agreed to get the items and left Geneva to arrange and sort the various bandages, splints, wraps, cold packs, and items. He had instructed her as to what the Medical system should work like, and agreed to her every suggestion. 

"Master, I feel like I'm giving instructions to you." Geneva had said at one point. 

"No, you're giving me the benefit of your experience. It is greater than mine in the area of medicine, and I would be a jackass of epic proportions not to recognize that. Being a Master means making decisions based upon information. If you are the subject matter expert, the Specialist if you see my point, then why would I who hasn't had any training in this area consider my knowledge superior. Serving your Master means giving him advice in areas you may be better trained in, not commanding him. You're doing well Geneva, do what you've been taught, and you'll keep doing well." He had then shown her one of the knives as an example of what he intended to include with every kit and she looked at the Spyderco blade and frowned. 

"What is it slave?"

"Master, if I may be so bold as to offer a suggestion." Geneva began.

"Yes, of course." Devon said. "In this, your advice is most welcome."

"Master, I'd suggest a Swiss Army Knife. They just came out with one called the rescue. It has a curved blade like this, for cutting webbing and seatbelt's, should work great on straps and ropes in a bondage emergency. It also has a straight blade that opens with one hand. For cutting ropes or other items. It also has the usual screwdriver attachments that can pry in addition to the other things. One neat feature is that it glows in the dark, and if we lose power, that might be handy if we drop it while trying to free a trainee." Geneva shrugged. "A lesson we learned in Iraq, you'll drop things at the worst possible time."

Devon nodded. "I'll order a dozen of these knives right away. Thank you Geneva. As you see, I've never had that happen, drop an important tool in the worst possible moment. It can happen, of course, but I've been lucky so far." 

Geneva smiled. "I still feel like we're reversing roles Master."

"Not at all. You're trusted with this by us. We rely upon you to serve us with your knowledge and training and experience Geneva. That's your duty to your Master. Always serve your Master to the best of your ability. A wise Master will accept your wisdom and knowledge as I have." Devon left Geneva to set the kits in order and lay out the supplies.

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Geneva said. She had liked the term Specialist. She had liked being a Specialist in the Army, a glorified private, or full bird private as it was jokingly called in reference to the eagle in the middle of the insignia. 

She knew she was well trained as a Medic. Iraq, and her experiences had proven that. She actually looked forward to serving Master that way, you know, wrapping a sprain, or putting an ice pack on a bruise. She opened the box for the automatic defibrillator and checked it out. It's batteries were flat, but that was expected. She plugged them in and set them to charging. She'd run them through the test cycle later. 

Setting up the floor emergency medical kits. At least one for Admin, One for Staff floor. Two each for the training floors, one for the Dungeon. Include CPR, and heavy cutters to remove the potential victim from the bondage devices. She set the Spyderco blade aside, and then organized and started to store the medical supplies. She essentially set the room up as an aide station at the Fort. She decided that would be the best way, and made a note to request a more colorful sign for the door. The Brass door sign proposed did fit the decor, however when people were in distress, they would often miss a similar sign, which is why the Red Cross was used, it stood out and was painfully obvious. Then she had another thought and wrote the suggestion down. Master was depending upon her to see that as many of the contingencies were covered as possible. She had to do it right, because Master was trusting her with this task. She wasn't in charge, she was serving Master. 

Rebecca had Diane and Jeannette in the dining room discussing the way the dinner would proceed. She gave Jeannette the task of preparing Geneva while Devon had the Sheriff in the administration area. 

Diane hustled to help Chef, and Jeannette went to talk to Geneva while Rebecca went to check the sleeping areas. She found Andre walking the hallway with a notepad and smiled. "Andre, why am I not surprised to find you here?"

"Because like me, you're certain that unless you've checked it, it's not done." Andre said and they went to Admin to report the Sleeping wing was ready. 

Devon finished emptying the last of the large plastic bins onto the Conference table, and then went back to laying out the props. No dildos, or videos. No vibrators or whips. Only documentation was here now.

"Jesus Christ, I had no idea the sex industry was so large." Ann said shaking her head.

"This is a small collection, our Lawyers have a room full of things. The argument being prepared in case a claim is made that we're a whorehouse." Devon said as he fanned out the church bulletins and then laid out a dozen Cosmopolitan issues. 

"Devon, this is an incredible display, why didn't you show it to us before?"

"Frankly, because you're arrivals were always right after you told me you weren't coming back, it has to be presented properly." Devon said. 

Looking at his watch he nodded and said. "OK, let's get the training records out and put them out for our guests."

Devon placed the two active training files on the table, and walked Ann through them before the Sheriff arrived. He wanted her familiar with this part of the presentation if nothing else. 

The alarms sounded and Devon shook his head. Probably Thomas checking them to make sure they were working.

"Sorry Devon, wanted to double check them." Came from the speaker in Devon's radio.

"No Problem Thomas, double checking things is not a bad habit." Devon said and laughed. 

Devon was in his office at three thirty and flipping through a magazine as he searched the net for the knives that Geneva had suggested. He found the right website and watched a promotional video. He was suitably impressed, and went to Amazon, where they had the premier account and bought twenty of them. Deciding to also have one in each training room in case of a bondage emergency. He printed out the receipt, and emailed Dominique information on the purchase and his reasoning. He had just about finished the email when the phone rang and Security announced that the Sheriff was on his way up to the house.

"Well, it's show time." Devon said. Picking up his radio he hit the button. "Jeannette, front door." 

"Yes Master." Came in response. 

Jeannette opened the door smiling widely. "Sheriff, Sir, Please come in Master Devon is expecting you."

The Sheriff noticed that Jeannette was wearing a slightly longer version of the slave dress, but still had her red collar on. He followed Jeannette to the office and introductions were made.

"Sheriff Mitchell, Mr. Robertson, thank you both for indulging my attempts to assuage any fears you may have." Devon said charmingly.

Devon accepted their greetings and asked if they would like refreshments. They declined at this time. 

Devon led them to the Conference room and began. "Here you'll find books, pamphlets, flyers, magazines, all of it mainstream, that is to say, aimed at the general public." Devon waved at a display that filled the entire table, which was large enough to sit sixteen comfortably. "All of this is on how to have a better, more rewarding sex life." 

Devon pointed. "Books on sex for dummies have better sex. Dr. Ruth, and an interesting book called the Submissive Wife." Devon continued. "Pamphlets offered for couples weekends away and various other activities. Here we have flyers from churches offering much the same activity, only with a more Religious specific bent. However, in each of those flyers you'll find sex as part of the planned discussions." 

The Sheriff nodded his head slowly. Robertson shook his. He could imagine this display being shown to a Jury and groaned inwardly. "I presume this is potential evidence? In case of a lawsuit or criminal charge." 

Devon smiled. "No, this is a display for tours such as this. The evidence collection is much more extensive, according to the lawyers." 

Robertson nodded, it would be. 

The Sheriff picked up one flyer that was on top, it was from his own church and he vaguely remembered it. A couples weekend all right, and sex was on the agenda. He placed it back where he found it and said. "Impressive display. I see women's magazines, men's magazines, and a dozen or so News Magazines." 

"Yes, to show that sexual education is far more mainstream than might be assumed." Devon said with his easy charm. 

Ann was standing behind the table and hadn't said anything. "Sheriff, to help acclimate you with our procedures, we've also taken the liberty of showing you our standard training files. Each class is noted, and observations of the trainers as well as impressions are noted."

Sheriff Mitchell looked at her for a moment and then looked at the files. "Only two files?"




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"Yes Sheriff, we currently have two trainee's. Members of our staff who are working to become fully qualified. I'm just starting my apprenticeship as a Trainer, so my file is not yet started." Ann answered. Devon had told her that this line, call them staff and trainee's in lieu of slaves was the best one.

"You were quite adamant that Devon and the rest of them here had to be violating the law, are you convinced otherwise now Ms. Price?" Robertson asked.

"Yes sir. I'm convinced. I mentioned it to Sheriff Mitchell when I resigned for embarrassing the Department." 

Robertson turned to Devon and said. "Geneva, it says he she has issues with humiliation and degradation. What issues would that be?"

"Geneva is an adrenaline junkie. She would be involved in something extreme if not this lifestyle. She'd be snowboarding, or perhaps extreme skydiving. She gets a rush from the humiliation, an adrenaline surge that increases her sexual energy and it's effectiveness. We're going to move her away from that, slowly, and get her feeling the same satisfaction from service as she now feels in the humiliation." Devon explained.

"You act like her behavior is somehow wrong." The Sheriff said. 

"Not wrong, but potentially dangerous. Like a drug user, she'll need more and more extreme events to get the same rush. That means more dangerous scenes eventually. I'm afraid she'd turn to blood play, needle play, or god forbid, asphyxia to get the rush eventually." Devon explained. "These tend to scar, harm, and even kill the participants." 

"You wish to prevent that harm?" The Sheriff asked. "Instead of pushing her to those more extreme limits?"

"Sheriff, if I may, the purpose of this school is to provide education on a sustainable pattern of behavior, for long term practice of Bondage. Not to push the envelope of adrenaline." Ann answered. 

"You believe that Ann?" The Sheriff asked.

"Yeah Uncle Jack, I do." Ann answered. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be here." 

The Sheriff nodded and set the file down and asked Robertson. "Ready?"

"Yes, I am. This is interesting. They really note the physical and psychological results of training events and duties." Robertson said as she scanned the file. "Impeccable attention to detail would be needed." 

"Yes, because our trainee's need that attention to detail in us, to grow into the best possible slaves they can be." Devon answered. 

They moved to the training wing. "Sheriff, we've almost finished setting up our Aide Station. Geneva, the Paramedic I told you about, is running that for us." Devon said as he entered. "I'll introduce you Mr. Robertson. This is Geneva, formally Sergeant Price of the US Army Medical Corps. She won the Bronze Star for Valor in combat in Iraq, and has just taken the test required to be issued a certification as a Paramedic. She'll be our onsite medical personnel, and as I explained before, a Doctor is less than an hour away by phone call for accidents or injuries." 

"Geneva, what kinds of injuries are you set up to treat here?" Robertson asked.

"Sir, I can handle minor strains and sprains. Immediate treatment of more serious injuries, attempt to stabilize the patient for transport to a medical facility. Stabilize a broken leg for example." Geneva pointed at the splints and stretchers. "We've also got an automatic defibrillator, in case of heart attacks, and these smaller kits are intended for on site care in the training wing. They will also be available in the other areas where people work." Turning to the medicine cabinet. "We have the basic medicines that are available in every home in the nation. Tylenol, and that sort of thing. We've also requested some meds I was issued in the Army, and are available for Paramedics including allergy kits and meds. Benedryl shots and an Epi pen are top of my list from the Doctor." 

"Emergency Defibrillator? Expecting a lot of Heart Attacks?" Robertson asked Devon.

"We picked those because they're in use on aircraft, and in amusement parks. We don't expect one, but who does? I understand these devices have saved many lives." Devon answered. "A Cardiac arrest often strikes without warning, and without sexual activity doesn't it Sheriff?"

"Yes, it does." Sheriff Mitchell replied. He knew those units cost about five grand apiece, and there were five of them sitting right here in front of him. Twenty-five grand for the five units he saw charging. "One in each hallway?" He asked.

"Yes, and one here of course." Devon answered. 

"Thank you Geneva, you've been quite informative." Mr. Robertson said with a smile.

"Thank you sir." Geneva said bowing her head submissively. 

Devon escorted them to the first training room where Thomas picked up the demonstrations and explanations. He walked them through each room finally ending in the stairwell. Devon and Jeannette followed them down to the Dungeon where Andre had all the lights on. 

"Sheriff, I don't believe your tour made it this far last time." Devon said.

"No, I didn't see this." The Sheriff said. 

Andre began explaining the various restraint devices and cages. "These are actually more for punishment, and more extreme play time." Andre explained. "Other than Jeannette, we don't have anyone up to the level of these items."

"Then you certainly have a lot of them for her to play on don't you?" The Sheriff asked with a cold eye.

"We have a number of different items, because our clients will expect their more advanced submissive to be trained in them, how to use them, how to endure them, how to enjoy them." Andre answered indifferent to the cold tone and eye of the Sheriff.

"How to endure and enjoy?" Mr. Robertson asked looking at Devon.

"Yes Sir. Enjoy them." Jeannette said. "We've been too busy for me to do that lately, and I miss them already." _

"You see, a submissive enjoys the bondage Mr. Robertson. They glory in the restriction of their movement. Bondage as you may be aware, is practiced by some thirty million people in this nation alone. That goes from light spanking and a pair of handcuffs on Valentines day to people who enjoy these small diversions." Devon answered charmingly.

The Sheriff walked to a large X with bindings at the ends of the X. "Perhaps a demonstration, to see what we're talking about."

"Certainly, pick a device, Jeannette likes them all don't you?" Andre said smiling at Jeannette. 

"Oh Yes Master." Jeannette said smiling back. "I don't think we'll have time to play properly though Master." 

"We'll finish later Slave, You've earned some relaxation." Andre said and looked to the Sheriff. 

The Sheriff looked around and shrugged. He pointed to the X and before Andre could say anything Jeannette was in position with her arms and legs spread towards the bindings.

"Jeannette will have to remove her dress, I hope that doesn't offend anyone." Devon said.

"Perhaps we should skip the demonstration Sheriff, after all, I'd hate to hold up dinner." Mr. Robertson said smiling. 

"Of course. I'd like to ask one question of Jeannette though. Do you really enjoy being tied up and whipped?" 

"Sheriff, forgive me, but you don't know what subspace is do you?" Jeannette asked.

"Some Star Trek thing isn't it?" 

"Yes Sir, and no sir." Jeannette said smiling. "Subspace is what we call the floating on clouds of pleasure that you get from the release of endorphins while you're bound and whipped. This is advanced, because discipline and self control are a must or you can't enter subspace." 

"I presume you have some literature on that Devon?" The Sheriff asked.

"Yes, and you can find it online. Start with Wikipedia, or there are other sites that cover subspace." 

The Sheriff nodded and the shrugged. They went up two flights and entered the sleeping wing. "Sheriff, you were told about the audio sensors and alarms I thought you'd like to see them while they're set on house wide." Devon said smiling.

Jeannette walked to the doorway of one room and clapped her hands once. A beeping alarm filled the hallway and seemed to echo through the building. 

"Jesus." Mr. Robertson said rubbing a finger in his ear. "That's loud." 

"Yes, set for maximum for the demonstration." Devon pulled his radio and said. "Thomas, low volume, training wing only please." 

"Yes Devon, low volume training wing." 

Jeannette stepped inside the doorway and whispered very low. "Help." No alarms sounded. She spoke in a very low voice, about enough to be heard across a quiet room. "Help." The alarms sounded much more quietly. 

"As you can see, the sensors activate the alarm at the low end of a conversational tone. Anything above a whisper will activate them. They are on when we have trainee's in these rooms, any of the rooms in this wing." Devon explained entering the sleep training room.

Jeannette opened a cage and climbed inside. She took a moment to adjust her dress and nodded at Devon. He closed the cover and walked to the wall. "Jeannette will snore for us now, to show you what happens when someone makes noise in the room."

Devon flipped a switch and nodded. Jeannette made a snoring sound and a high pitched beeping sounded immediately. Devon flipped the switch again. "Now we can talk. The cage is charged with a low voltage electrical charge. As I explained to the Sheriff before, it will activate when the bars are touched." He flipped a switch and then said. "Jeannette." 

Jeannette waited a couple seconds, to allow the attention to be on her and she moved a finger towards the bars. There was a tiny popping sound of electric discharge and Jeannette jumped slightly. 

"Gentlemen, please try the shock yourselves, unless you have a pacemaker or something like that." Devon said.

The Sheriff went first, and the Mr. Robertson. Robertson looked at the Sheriff and said. "About what you'd get off a static charge all right. Got shocked worse than that last winter." 

"Yes, but you weren't asleep at the time. That little shock is enough to startle the student awake."

Devon turned the cage off and let Jeannette out, helping her to her feet. "Any questions gentlemen?"

"Not on the alarms." The Sheriff allowed. "One quick question, is the voltage able to be adjusted? I mean can you turn it up?"

Devon nodded and walked to a cabinet. "It's here. The voltage is adjustable. Please turn it all the way up for me Sheriff? That knob, turn it to the right all the way."

The Sheriff did so and stood back staring at Devon. Devon walked to the cage and bent down touching his hand to it. The lights in the room went out and Devon shrugged as the emergency lights came on. "Jeannette, it seems the safety breakers worked again. I thought that this time I'd be electrocuted for sure." 

"Doubtful Master, Anything over four and the breakers cut in." Jeannette said and opened a small electrical panel and reset the breakers. All three had tripped automatically. 

"Safety precaution Devon?" Robertson asked smiling.

"Just so. Accidents do happen Mr. Robertson, but we try to anticipate as many as possible."

Devon walked them to the sleeping area and showed the standard room, and a long term earned as much as possible room. The last room had a bed, mattress, and covers on the bed. There was a chair, and clothes hung in a armoire. 

Then he went downstairs and to the dining room. "Gentlemen, we have a few minutes before dinner, would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you." The Sheriff said. Instead he walked to Ann who was sitting in the study with a book and said. "How are you Ann?"

"Fine, should I call you Jack, or should I call you Sheriff?"

"It was a personal question." 

"Then I'm fine Jack, thanks for asking." Ann said with a thin smile.

"You're Dad is in a right fit. He skipped work today. Said he couldn't do it, not today." Jack said.

"Don't see why not, and Jack, when he told me I wasn't his daughter anymore, he kind of quit being my Father you know?" Ann said seriously.

"Ann, he's upset. It's understandable." Jack sat across from her in another armchair. "Half the reason I agreed to this is to ask you to call him. He loves you." 

"I may, in a day or two Uncle Jack, but the things he called me, they hurt, they aren't true, and you should know it." Ann said, softening. "They really care here Uncle Jack. I've seen it." 

"What are you expected to do?" Jack asked more stiffly.

"Not sex, believe it or not. They by my contract and agreement can't order me to have sex, I get to choose if or when I do it." Ann said, more or less stating the truth.

Jack nodded. "What about later, will they expect you to perform like these girls?"

Ann shook her head. "I'm really a trainer. I got a room upstairs, I'll show you, we have time before dinner. It has a lock on the door, the slave rooms don't. I have a private restroom and shower, the slave rooms don't." 

"You sure about this Ann?"

"Yeah Uncle Jack. Joining the Sheriff's department was a mistake." Ann said looking sad. "I was a drain on the departments funds, and a slot that could have been used by a real cop." 

"You were helping the department where you were." Jack said.

"No, I was being kept safe, where I couldn't screw something up." Ann said looking up. "I guess I wanted to save the world, but you can't do that. I figured that out too late." 

They rose and went to the dining room and were seated when Devon rang a tiny bell. The three slaves entered in the Toga costumes and served the salad. Jeannette took Devon and the guests to his right and left. Geneva took Master Andre and Mistress Rebecca. Diane served Ann and Thomas.

"Excellent Salad Devon. Thank you." Robertson said smiling amiably. "Impressive service as well." 

Devon nodded and thanked him for the compliment. As the Salad course was over the girls took the plates away and then returned with the soup. "I do actually like having guests now and then, it gives our slaves a chance to practice this task. Rebecca, I think we should schedule formal dinners like this at least once a week, to keep them sharp on it." 

"Agreed Devon, I'll see to it." 

The conversation was strained a bit as dinner wore on. After the coffee service dismissed the girls and said. "Gentlemen, so what do you think of my little endeavor. Is it the warning sign of the second coming?" 

The Sheriff sat silent and looked to Robertson. "Devon, I must admit, I had a very different mental image of your activity. I'm impressed with the attention to detail, especially the safety issue. I'm not sure about the Sheriff, but I don't see any reason for the County to take official notice or disapprove of anything I've seen here." 

Sheriff Mitchell shifted and sipped coffee before speaking. "Professionally, I've already told my watch commanders to leave you alone, don't take any special notice of you, or your academy. I've told them to treat it as a finishing school, and to keep their mouths shut." The Sheriff turned to Ann. "Personally, I'd be much more comfortable if Ann wasn't here. I'd like to tell her Father that she's not working here any more, and is seeking other employment. Devon, you can make that happen."

Devon saw the writing on the wall and sighed regretfully. "I'm afraid I can't help you there Sheriff. I honestly wish I could. Ann is an employee, and so far, her performance has been about what I'd expect of an apprentice." He shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't sooth either your mind, or her Fathers." 

The Sheriff nodded. "Jim Clark is an old and dear friend. We were boys together, surf fished up the coast about a quarter mile from here." He sighed himself. "I'm afraid that his emotional state is liable to cause some notice to be directed here, church and civic groups are a possibility." 

Ann sucked in air at the threat. Before she could answer Devon waved it away. "It is impossible to keep this place a secret, that's a given. I imagined it was only time before the local Moral Majority would be outside picketing. I only hoped that the police would be neutral to the dispute." 

Ann lowered her head to smile at this. Devon had just told him to shove his regrets up his ass, and his church and civic groups with those same regrets. 

"I'm also not responsible for, and have very little influence over the Federal and State authorities." The Sheriff upped the ante.

"Sheriff, the President is supposedly not responsible for the Federal Authorities, Congress swears they have oversight, but not responsibility. The best I can tell is that the man in the moon has responsibility for the Federal Authorities. Devon sighed regretfully. Translation, shove that up your ass too.

"Out of curiosity Devon, how long did your business plan call as a spin up to solvency?" Robertson asked seeing the way the wind was blowing.

"Oh that's not a problem. Those prototype devices will be patented soon, and the income from the sales will at least meet payroll. We were given initial funding of fifty million dollars, and we have a line of credit from our backers to get extended another fifty million. The business plan calls for profit in three years, however there are numerous caveats to that depending upon public relations and potential interference by overzealous officials." Devon said with a smile. "The investors are quite certain that this endeavor will not only be profitable, but will change the shape of the BDSM community within a generation." 

"Change the shape of the community? What do you mean by that?" The Sheriff asked.

"More service, more submission, less of the extreme degradation. The hard limits this facility has, should be the standard across the community in my opinion. We don't do a number of things, because they are too extreme, too dangerous. Asphyxiation for example." Devon waved a hand. "We don't do that, and take as many precautions as we can, out of sight of the trainee of course, to keep the trainee safe."

"That Dungeon certainly isn't safe." The Sheriff challenged. 

"It also hasn't been used, and the only slave that can be taken there is Jeannette, who is also the only qualified slave by the standards of this facility." Devon said. "No other slave has been taken there. I have to admit I'm contemplating putting one in there on Monday, that is an unusual case." 

"Who are you considering putting in there?" Robertson asked. "Geneva or Diane, or perhaps Ann?"

"Cathy." Devon answered.

"Who's Cathy?" The Sheriff asked. "We haven't met her."

"She's not here, as far as I know, she's in New York." Devon said. "She's being given to us for a couple weeks to help her find her submissive streak by her notional Dominant. She's actually a manipulator, using her beauty to wrap men around her finger, and she tells her notional Dominant how he can dominate her." Devon shook his head. "I need to break through that smug satisfaction she's always enjoyed. I need to break down into her core, take her soul out, and let her see it for herself. Let her see the smug little manipulator she really is." 

"So you want to beat her into becoming Jeannette?" The Sheriff asked smiling.

"Not at all, she doesn't have it in her. She can become more submissive, or she can leave this lifestyle. Those are about to be her only choices." Devon stirred his coffee and said. "I'm also going to be training her Dominant, and teaching him how to be a true Master, and control Cathy and her attitude when he leaves here." 

"You think she'll do it? You think she'll decide to be more submissive, less manipulative?" Robertson asked.

"Yes. It will be a close thing. Actually, this is a good opportunity. Andre, you're an attractive man, and she's always had attractive men wrapped around her finger. Please treat her with disdain and with an air of indifference towards her physical charms." 

Andre smiled and bowed his head. "Certainly Devon, take her down a few pegs." 




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Part 09: The Learning Curve

Devon arrived upstairs after seeing Sheriff Mitchell and Robertson the County Attorney to the door. Ann's door was open so he stuck his head around the corner and saw her standing before a mirror examining her appearance as a Dominatrix for tonight's venture to the BDSM Clubs in New York. 

"I'll only be a few minutes, I apologize for the late start." Devon said.

"How did it go?"

"We've reached an agreement. I'll respect his wisdom, and wishes, in regards to legal matters and law enforcement. On personal issues, such as his personal likes and dislikes, I'll listen to his argument, consider his opinion, and do as I damn well please." Devon said smiling slightly. 

"So I still have a job?" Ann asked.

"Of course. I see no reason to fire you, and unless you're quitting, the issue is settled." Devon said as he turned towards his own door. "Oh, by the way, you look fabulous." 

Ann smiled. She had wondered how he'd like the leather mini skirt, ankle boots, and bustier top that showed off all the cleavage that genetics and the wonder bra could manage. As usual, Devon had noticed everything, without once appearing to take note of anything. 

In ten minutes Devon stepped out of his room dressed in dark slacks, a white cotton shirt, and a leather dress style vest, instead of the expected heavy strap covered vests that the predominate majority of Master's tended to favor. Ann realized that he didn't dress the part, he didn't try to fit in with anyone's idea of what a Dominant should do, he just exuded the impression that he was absolutely confident that he could do whatever was being discussed. 

In the Club de Sade, Ann was introduced around and he introduced David and their student as of Monday Cathy. 

Ann watched Cathy for a several minutes, and realized Devon had her pegged right. She was a manipulator, she was coyly trying to get David to take her home and have sex, rather than listen to Devon talk about training. She was subtle, but it was there, and Devon had picked it up in how short a time?

After mingling and meeting people for a while Ann noticed that Devon was looking out the mirrored windows to the club proper, and seemed interested in a table about half way across the room. She walked to him and said. "What's got your interest now? Find your boy toy?"

"No, I'm not looking for anyone in particular, just spreading the word tonight. However a lesson in domination and submission. That table, with the two couples. The fat guy and the blond. Tell me your impressions of them." Devon said softly.

"OK." Ann looked at them for a bit and shook her head. "I don't like him." 

"Why?" 

"He's an abusive bastard. Big old bully."

"How can you say that? Isn't abuse what you said I was all about too?" 

"Look at his gestures, no refinement, big sweeping arm gestures. Those in this room don't behave that way they're more genteel I guess. He's not really a Dominant is he? At least, not your idea of a Dominant." Ann said.

"Ok, let's talk about the girl first, the blond on his right, the kneeling one. What about her." 

Ann looked for a while and said. "She's not embarrassed, or humiliated. She's not Geneva. She's awful young though. No way is she twenty-one. She's not Jeannette, attending to him like she does to you. She's not like Diane either, she's not a wallflower hiding behind the crowd, or in this case the Master."

"She's nineteen, and she's sitting stoically to keep from making him mad." Devon said. "By the way, you pegged him about dead on. He uses the BDSM scene to cover his abusive tendencies." Devon turned and whispered near her. "Also she's on drugs. Look at her sway now and then; her brain is one big buzz right now. She would never be a candidate for us, because of her drug use and her history." 

Ann looked at the girl again and sighed. She had just been told and shown that she couldn't save the world. Devon was right, if the Sheriff suspected drug use at the house, he'd bust in with the SWAT teams himself. Or the Feds, or the State, or God only knew who else. She took one last look and remembered something her instructors had said at the Police Academy. You can't save the world; you can sometimes help those who want to help themselves. She had thought it awful cynical, now she wasn't so sure.

Devon introduced her to Luke, who had toured the facility and was interested in sending Marie, but Marie had reservations. "Of course she does. Marie, you're concerned about many things, including the fact that you would have no choices out there right?"

"Yeah. Look I've talked to Luke. I dig this whole scene. I really do. But man, I'm not going to do it. If he insists, I'm leaving Devon." Marie said seriously. 

Devon nodded. "Of course, I commend that attitude Marie. You see, our school is not for the people who play the part of a submissive, it's not a spa. It's a serious school for the art of Domination, and submission." 

After chatting for a while Devon took Ann and they went to another club. The Executive Club. Devon explained to her. "Dominique got us the corporate membership, and I haven't been there yet. I think we'll find more clients than potential staff at this one but it's hard to tell." 

"So we're going to see what?" Ann asked.

"We're going to take a look around. To introduce ourselves, and to see what develops. At the moment, we're still relatively unknown. The reputation is starting to spread however Mistress Ann."

Ann smiled. "I'm still not used to hearing that." 

"You'll get used to it, give it some time." Devon said.

They went in and Devon looked around and smiled. "Oh, we're going to get rich off this club Ann." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Look around, all the little toy slaves that are around." Devon said as he leaned closer. "They think that Bondage is about chaining your little play toy up and fucking away. They have no idea what a trained slave of ours can do. I'll have to come back with Jeannette. Dominique was right, there are a lot of potential clients here." 

They walked around and did the introduction thing. Devon watched as one Master was flicking the whip at his slave who was tied to a rack of sorts. She was glowing a slight pink, and sweating. Devon remained silent and walked along watching another group. 

As Ann continued to chat with a group about the lifestyle, she was more listening, trying to understand the nuances of the language. A blond in her mid twenties approached her and hung her head submissively as she spoke. "Excuse me Mistress. May I ask you a question Mistress?"

Ann turned and found a blond about her height wearing a large leather collar. "Yes?"

"Mistress, My Master Randolph has ordered me to invite you to join him at the table." The Blond said.

"Your name?" Ann asked. 

"I'm Slave Sindy, with an S." 

"Of course you are. Please lead the way Slave Sindy." Ann said and hoped to catch Devon's eye.

She was presented to Master Randolph and she bowed her head in greeting, and then sat. "You wanted to see me Master Randolph?" Ann asked in what she hoped sounded like a Dominant manner.

"I'm informed that you're from this academy up the coast. Is that true?" Randolph said.

Ann took him in, Medium build, dark hair. Expensive leather jacket. Pinky ring. Suave, and confident. "Yes, that's true. I'm here with the lead trainer, Master Devon."

"Your position woman?" Randolph asked.

Ann smiled at him. "I'm an apprentice Trainer. I'm getting a feel for the community." 

"An apprentice Trainer?" The man waved a hand dismissively. 

Sindy was kneeling with her hands on her thighs and making no movement. Ann was not impressed by Randolph. Ann continued smiling. "If I could get Master Devon to come here, I'm sure he could answer any questions you have." 

"Perhaps you know, apprentice." Randolph said. "How does he train these slaves to milk a cock with their cunts?" 

Ann had only been briefed on that. "Master Devon is the lead trainer. He has authorized me to tell of our service, our training. I am not authorized to divulge our secrets." 

"Fine. Slave Sindy, get your ass over to this Devon, and ask him to join me." Randolph said. 

Sindy rose and walked away. She had some grace, but was not as graceful as Jeannette, more like Diane. Ann said. "Your slave Sindy moves much like Jeannette, gracefully rising. However she also glides across the floor, her ballet training I suppose." 

Devon came and joined them after introductions. Ann said. "Master Randolph asked me to divulge the training secrets in getting our slaves to milk a cock with their... cunts." Ann hesitated at the end and covered it by coughing into her hand.

"Oh that." Devon waved a hand. "It's a simple thing really." 

"I've read about it, felt it only once in my life. Sindy who is the best I've ever had, can't do it." Randolph admitted. 

Devon smiled. "It's not her fault, the probes we use to train this task are prototypes to our academy. We begin with one probe, and then move along to multiple sensor probes." 

Ann sat and wondered about that, could it be true? She listened as Devon explained that milking motion was in fact, the most difficult, first learning to control those muscles took time, and then learning to ripple them was extremely difficult. 

Randolph took a card and agreed to come and see for himself. Devon took Ann's hand and stepped away. He returned to the other side of the club and found the man he had been talking to. "Thank you for your indulgence Edward." 

"Certainly, I know Randolph, and he's a very demanding person." Edward said with a small indulgent smile. 

Introductions were made and Ann sat. No toy with this one. "Now Devon, as I said. I have a Secretary that I've started to play with. She has a definite submissive streak, but is essentially untrained in position, grace, and some of the things that I've heard about from Dominique." 

"Yes, and you're duties with business mean that you find it difficult to dedicate the time required to train up your Secretary." 

"Exactly Devon. So how long would it take to get her through the entire program, and what would it cost?"

Devon leaned back and sighed. "The time depends not only upon me, but upon her. Some of the techniques we teach require a level of self-control that is beyond most of our ability to imagine. Additionally, how reluctant she may be to learn these techniques comes into play." 

"Of course, that's a given. No one can be expected to exceed his or her capability. However, I was looking for a general timeline, sort of a guide." Edward replied.

"That is difficult to say. Jeannette's the product of six months of intensive training. However she's also exceptionally submissive by nature." Devon said. "Even now, her training is continuing. This evening, Andre was going to give her a workout on the rack, stretch her, and whip her into a subspace cloud of euphoria." Devon said. "Thomas is taking two of our slaves and putting them to bed, not his. They aren't to that level yet."

Edward nodded slowly. "I suppose the thing to do is to come up and take a look around, and see what if any part of the program is interesting." 

"That is exactly what I was about to suggest Edward. Please do just that." Devon said. 

Devon chatted a bit more and then they left and went to the car. On the drive back to the house Ann asked. "Devon, are we really going to train his mistress?" 

"If she and he choose to have us train them, yes." Devon answered.

"He's cheating on his wife with her." Ann hissed.

"Yes. He will do so if we train his secretary, or not." Devon replied. "Moral judgments on the clients choices are not our affair. That is between him, and his wife. Not us." 

"How about Randolph, he dismissed me as a mere woman, before he found I was an apprentice." Ann said.

"Of course he did. I don't know where he found slave Sindy, with an S, but he didn't train her." Devon said.

"I got that impression myself." Ann admitted. "He's too dismissive to take the time to train someone. Too self important." 

Devon nodded. "Yes, and he's probably got another two or three little slave play things that he amuses himself with. He gives an order, and they carry it out, if they can. That is what he's facing now; he can't get them to do what he's heard about. He's not a trainer." 

Ann shook her head. "What's his problem with women?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. Nor do I care." Devon said. "If you wish to be happy Ann, I'm going to suggest you focus on what you can have an affect upon, and ignore the other things." 

"You seem to have no problem working for a woman, Dominique for example." Ann said teasingly.

"Of course not. I have always supported women's equality." Devon said. "Which is why I hope that Dominique and Rebecca are successful in finding us a male slave." 

"Why the demand for that? I haven't figured it out yet." Ann said.

"Simply put, a male slave would be able to help train the other male slaves in servicing men. There are only three of us at this time. If we have four slaves that means all our time would be spent teaching those boys not to gag on a cock. The women students would get no attention, and that is unacceptable. Additionally, he would be available to help keep the staff happy." 

"The staff? You mean Rebecca and myself?" Ann asked somewhat coolly.

"No, I mean the slaves. We have three highly sexual women right now. Soon, two of them will be going through training to increase their arousal. In short, they're going to be needing lots of sex to manage continuing with their training." 

"Devon, you're telling me you're looking for a male slave to fuck those women?" She looked at him through narrowed eyes. "What, you three men are too soft to manage us women by yourselves?" 

Devon ignored the sarcasm and said. "I'm the lead trainer. From a status point of view, I can't be with the trainee's very often, or they'll consider themselves my favorite. If that happens, they get cocky, and cause disharmony among the house slaves, and we have problems and resentment. Andre and Thomas are only two, and frankly, they'd be hard pressed to keep the girls happy alone. Not at the moment of course, but with their training duties, they're the stunt dicks if you will, they're going to be pretty busy. You have no idea what those girls are going to be doing yet. Nor how they'll react. An additional male slave would be helpful. Especially if I relax the playtime rule."

"Yeah, you took playtime from Jeannette. What is that?" Diane asked remembering Jeannette's punishment in the kitchen.

"When they are out of phase one. they're allowed to play after their chores are done, with the lead slave. A fringe benefit of working there. Especially when their training is going to be sporadic at times as work takes precedence." Devon explained. "Slaves out of phase two may play with any slave of equal or grater status, still Jeannette at the moment, and qualified slaves may play with other qualified slaves." 

"Oh, they don't get to play with me?" Ann asked sarcastically. "I'm surprised Devon."

"Ann, they don't get to ask you, or suggest to you. That's not what they do." Devon began. "You may invite any trainer to your bed using the terms you've become accustomed to. They may, or may not accept." Devon said and then smiled. "OK, they probably will, but the point is you're both of equal status, and they are free to do as they choose. You won't invite a slave to your bed, you'll command one if you want his or her attentions."

"So I order the slave girls to pleasure me?" Ann asked with a sarcastic tone. "Tell Geneva to get the strap on and let's go?"

"If you so desire. Yes. So long as that attention doesn't interfere with their duties, or their training." Devon answered.

"And if we get a little slave boy? Well, let's hope he's not too little." Ann said through narrowed eyes. 

"I'm guessing that Dominique will find one who's hung like the proverbial bear." Devon said. "If she's successful." 

"You people are out of your fucking minds." Ann said finally losing her composure completely. "There is no way I'm walking to a slave guy and saying come on big boy, fuck my brains out." 

Devon took a moment to look at her and said. "You will if you want the slave boy to do just that." 

"Devon, I can't do that, I told you when you hired me." Ann said.

"Ann, let me ask you this. Please don't worry about offending me, but is there anyone at the house, a man, or woman, whom you find yourself attracted to?" Devon asked.

Ann closed her mouth into a thin line and stared out the window. Obviously refusing to dignify that question with an answer.

"Strange, I would have thought that Andre, or perhaps Thomas would have at least tickled your fancy." Devon said and shrugged. "Perhaps not. Oh well there is no telling these days." 

After another ten minutes Ann asked. "Let's for the sake of argument say that I was attracted, slightly attracted to someone within the house, what would you have suggested I do about it?" 

"Invite them in to your room, if it's a trainer, or ask to join them. If it's a slave, I would not suggest joining them, they're doors have no locks, and I'm assuming that you would prefer to be undisturbed." Devon said. "Then simply say you wish to experience what pleasures a woman can." 

"On another subject, how did you know Jeannette would win the bet?" Ann asked.

"I know her, and unless you'd been a mutant, you would respond." Devon answered.

Ann rode in silence for a while. Damn him and his casual attitude. Ann just wasn't one who could casually say, fuck me. "Devon, I'm not the type of girl who can just walk up to someone and say, slave boy, or whatever, come on and fuck me." 

Devon nodded. "Yes, you were raised to believe that girls didn't do that. You were raised to believe that they could respond, or not, but that subtle hints were all that a proper lady ever gave right?"

"Yes." Ann admitted. 

"In this world, our lifestyle, that will get you rather frustrated quickly. Slaves don't respond to subtle hints. Well, they do, but only when performing a task they've been given." Devon said.

"So I'm supposed to walk up and say, hey insert name here, please allow me to join you? If I'm feeling a little on edge as Jeannette puts it, and wish to have a romp?" 

"That wouldn't be a bad way to start, if you were talking about a fellow trainer. If you're talking about a slave, Jeannette for example, then that would not be a good way to start, and she'd point that out to you." Devon answered smiling slightly. 

They drove in through the gate and Devon parked in back. He got out and entered the house. Thomas was waiting for them. 

"Devon, we've found part of Diane's problem. Her throat, the thingy that hangs down, is a little overlarge. So she can't help snoring if she's laying on her back, she can't help it." Thomas said excitedly. 

"OK, so we've put her on her stomach?" Devon asked frowning slightly.

"Yes, She's sleeping like a baby now. We've just got to teach her to always roll over to her stomach, and she's got this whipped." 

"I'll live with that. Show her as a pass tomorrow, and let her spend the night in the staff wing, tell her to always roll over and sleep on her stomach." Devon said. "Any other breakthroughs while I was out and about?"

"No. Geneva is getting really frustrated though. She's about to start humping the banister to the sleeping level."

"Yeah. Let's see if we can pass her through phase one, and then we'll give her a chance to put a show on for us." Devon said. "I'm going to presume that Andre showed Jeannette a good time downstairs?"

"Yeah. She came up with a grin plastered on her face that will probably take a week to fade." Thomas smiled. 

Ann shook her head. "I don't believe you two." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 09



"We're discussing those we're responsible for. I'm very happy about Diane's progress. I was aware of Geneva's difficulty. I'm happy that Jeannette is happy. What's wrong with that?" Devon asked.

Ann walked up the stairs without comment. Devon issued some instructions to Thomas for the morning and then he went upstairs himself. He found Ann waiting hallway upstairs. She stood with her weight on her left leg, her right leg extended forward and rolling leg slowly on the heel looking expectant. Devon raised an eyebrow. "Something I can help you with Mistress Ann?"

Ann looked at him expectantly for a moment. Then she rolled her eyes and shook her blond hair and said. "Oh, take me to bed you Bastard." 

Devon smiled and opened his door. He gestured her inside.

Ann walked into the room and turned to see Devon closing and locking the door. "We wouldn't want someone walking in would we?"

"Certainly not, how considerate of you Devon." Ann said smiling slightly.

Devon stepped towards her holding his hand out, Ann placed hers in it and allowed him to take control of the encounter. Devon pulled her towards him and embraced her gently, placing one hand at the small of her back. "I'm going to assume that you'd prefer more passion and a more romantic encounter, I'll try to oblige you." 

She backed her head up and saw the small knowing smile on his face. Ann looked into his eyes, and saw them sparkling with humor. "Bastard." Ann said almost laughing.

"My mother would forgive you." Devon said and then leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. He brushed lips first, and then slowly parted his and extended his tongue. 

Ann melted into the kiss, it was gentle, probing, and also just a touch passionate. It built, and Devon's hands began removing her clothing, first her tight top was unbuttoned and then dropped to the floor. Ann felt her bra undone expertly, and then it joined the leather top on the floor.

Devon kissed his way down her neck, caressing and gently teasing her with his tongue. Ann ran her fingers through his hair and shifted her position to enjoy the scene and his attentions. 

Devon's hands found the clasp and zipper and the leather skirt slid over her hips and down her legs. 

Ann was impressed so far, and her arousal that had been building all day was really starting to kick in to high gear. Strutting around the clubs with people who were so amazed at them both was a huge turn on. She was cute, even pretty, but she'd never been the center of attention. While Randolph had been dismissive, Devon wasn't in the slightest dismissive of her. The rest had been impressed with her, that she worked with the legendary Academy.

Devon stood and kissed her again, leaving her thin bikini panties on her. She fumbled for his belt, finally getting it open and then struggling with his clasp. She leaned over and said. "How much practice does it take to do this as smoothly as you did?" 

"Not as much as you think." Devon whispered back into her ear. 

She finally got his pants open and reached inside finding his cock half hard already. Of course, unless he was lying he could do that with a mere thought. It wasn't a long, or as thick as Andre, who was almost inhuman in appearance. 

Devon kissed his way towards her breast's and caressed them as he paid attention to the sensitive areas under the breast, while not ignoring the hard nipples that were dark in arousal. In the mean time her hands had been shoving his trousers and underwear down his hips. 

Ann's movements were becoming more demanding, she didn't need any more arousal. She needed to be filled and fucked. To demonstrate this herself, she shoved her panties down her hips and kicked them away as she pulled Devon down on top of her. Her lips finding his and wrapping her legs around him.

Devon positioned himself at her entrance, his fingers finding her wet, and willing. He slowly inserted his length into her, sliding himself into her cunt. Ann arched her back and drew him into herself. A moan escaped her lips. She fixed her lips on his neck, licking and kissing him and she began to slowly thrust himself into her. 

Devon shifted slightly, allowing his pelvis to slide and bump her clit. Ann reacted almost instantly. She began to dig her nails into him, desperation finally winning out. 

"Oh God. Yes. I'm going to." Ann breathed. Then she came. She tensed as waves of pleasure passed through her. 

Devon wasn't even breathing hard yet. He was still smiling slightly and now he shifted again, this time adjusting himself down and pushing down and in at the same time. Rolling his hips as he bottomed out caused her to whimper. Devon lowered his own head and kissed her neck and shoulder. In another two minutes of this, she came again. 

Devon drew her legs up, and then began to piston harder into her. Driving into her with a precise attention to the angle, and the parts that were being stimulated. Ann groaned and then after a short time came again. This time crying out as her orgasm washed over her.

Devon rolled his hips again and a smaller shuddering orgasm passed through Ann. She looked up at him, sweat pouring from her hair and panting exhaustion preventing a long conversation. "When are you going to finish?"

"When you tell me to." Devon said smiling. Then he picked up the pace again and lowered his head, kissing her chest above her breasts, his chest sliding along her nipples while his pelvis tapped her clit rhythmically. 

Ann started to twitch and decided she'd tell him to join her in this climax. As her orgasm began to build she gasped and cried. "Come on Devon, come with me." 

They came together, Devon straining and thrusting deeply within her. His cock swelling and pulsing. Ann felt him shooting deeply within her and she shuddered as her own orgasm, her fourth climax washed over her. Holding him tightly she felt complete, exhausted, and like a puddle as he rolled off of her and continued to caress and cuddle her. 

Ann looked at him sleepily. "If I hadn't told you to?"

"I wouldn't have. I was showing you the advantage of a trained male slave." 

"Wow." Ann said and then she closed her eyes. "What a sales demonstration." 

Devon smiled and relaxed. He allowed himself to drift to sleep, and set himself to sleep silently, without moving. Ann woke him three times as she shifted in her sleep. Each time he simply noted it, and then went back to sleep. 

At ten minutes to six the phone rang and Devon answered it. "Yes." 

He listened and smiled briefly and said. "Very well. Send them to the door. I'll take care of the cabby." 

He rose and started to put some pants on. "Rebecca and Dominique are at the gate, through it by now. They are described as quite drunk, and in a cab. I'm going to get them inside, and pay the cabby." 

Ann stood and grabbed her clothing. "Shit, I don't have anything to wear in here." 

"No one's in the hall right now. Just go to your own room." Devon suggested.

Ann stared at him in defiance, then turned on her heel and as dignified as she could manage did just that carrying her leather outfit that was on his floor. "I'll be down in a couple minutes." 

Devon refrained from smiling and then called Thomas and told him to go to the front door and see to the ladies, inform the Cabby that someone was on their way with the money.

Ann walked into the dining room as Devon was returning from paying the driver for his time and mileage. 

"Rebecca, I'm glad to see you're both well." Devon said.

Dominique was sitting in the chair, but only just barely. "It may be more difficult than I imagined to find a suitable male slave Devon."

"Indeed?" Devon asked.

Rebecca said. "We found two, a matched pair we assumed."

"They were deemed unsuitable during testing." Dominique said as she ate a piece of toast that Chef had brought in. 

Devon waited while Rebecca sipped some juice. "After I eat something, I'm going to bed. I'm wore the hell out Devon."

"Excellent suggestion, I'll take your class this morning." Devon said.

"They appeared to be suitable at first, however they failed the test." Dominique said.


Rebecca sighed. "They were in the club. Non identical twin brothers. Suitably endowed if the clothing was any indicator." 

"Ah." Devon said.

"These boys took us to their apartment, they were also roommates." Dominique elaborated.

"Where we allowed them to begin to get lucky." Rebecca added.

"Yes, begin. Perfect way to describe it Rebecca." Dominique said.

Ann sat quietly and almost enjoyed the expression on Devon's face. 

"It turns out that one would almost qualify as a minute man, if he had some training." Rebecca explained.

"He shot his load while I was stroking that hose of his." Dominique said in disgust.

"Oh my." Devon said. "I'm assuming he's in the Emergency room at the moment?" 

"No. I didn't hurt him Devon. I tried to be gentle. I told him that was understandable, and there had certainly been a great deal of tension in the air." Dominique explained as she nibbled on some sliced fruit.

"She really did. Surprised the hell out of me." Rebecca said. "And let me say that he was hung like Thor's own son." 

Devon managed to keep a straight face, but Thomas was grinning a bit. "Sounds impressive."

"So she tells him they can try again in a few minutes." Rebecca said. "While mine is trying to tune a radio with my tits."

"Devon, do you know what the little shit said then?" Dominique asked.

"I haven't the foggiest idea Dominique." Devon answered.

"He said he'd go get the computer up so he could check out some gay porn. It turns out they were trying to go straight, the little incestuous bastards had been fucking one another for years." Dominique said through the alcohol. 

"We sat there drinking while the two of them fondled one another watching gay porn." Rebecca said. 

"Oh." Devon said. "I'm sorry." 

Ann was with Thomas now trying hard not to laugh. Her face was grinning and she knew if she looked at Thomas they would both laugh. It was impossibly hilarious. Two women who could have rocked these guys worlds sitting on the couch drinking while the guys are watching gay porn. 

"Devon, I'm going to use one of the guest rooms, and sleep this disaster off. Then I'm going to get my car from the station, we rode the train into town, and I'm going home." Dominique said. 

Thomas rose and said. "I'll help you to the room Dominique." 

"Thomas, are you by any chance teaching this morning?" Dominique asked as they left the room.

Rebecca ate some fruit and said. "That was the dumbest night I've ever had. I can't even pick up a guy who wants to fuck me anymore." 

Ann looked at her and said. "Sorry?"

Devon managed to keep a straight face. "It's not your fault Rebecca, surely you know that." 

"Of course, however it's kind of funny. You should have seen Dominique's expression as he popped his cork while she's stroking him." Rebecca said. "I almost told him to make a break and run for it." 

Ann laughed and said. "Oh God. I might have killed him for that."

Rebecca sighed. "We'll figure something out Devon. How was your night?"

"More productive than yours. I may have lined up a couple clients." Devon answered.

"Good. Since I see her sparkling this morning, I know your edge has been taken care of, so I'm off to bed." Rebecca said and stood and walked out.

Ann was blushing bright red and had her head down. "What is with you people?"

Devon waved it away, he looked at the clock and picked up his radio. "Jeannette?"

A moment went by and she replied. "Yes Master."

"Please wake the trainees. Ask Master Andre to see to oral arts today with Diane, and I'll be in Ballet with Geneva at eight." 

"Yes Master." Came the reply and Devon lowered his head and shook it. "Popped his cork. God help me that is funny." 

Then Devon rose and went upstairs to shower and get ready to face a long and tiring day. Ann followed and went to her room to do the same. She felt very relaxed indeed. It was certainly true that all her personal edges had been smoothed over. 

Devon was back eating himself when she came down. "Ann, I should have told you, you can go back to bed if you like." 

"It's all right, I'm fine. No clubbing tonight though." Ann said. "I'll be too tired then."

"Yeah, that's certainly true for me as well." He then smiled at Andre. "Perhaps we can get Dominique to represent us at the various clubs."

Andre speared a mouth full of sausage and said. "I don't know, if she has another disappointment, I fear that we may be on the news as she beats half the city to near death."


Devon smiled and said. "Oh these burdens we bear." 

Ann walked with Devon to the training room and saw him take a long reed cane from the umbrella stand. Devon began speaking. "Rebecca says that Geneva is about ready to pass phase one. I'm hoping to see enough to say she has passed. If so, I'll graduate her at Oral Arts later." 

"How does one graduate from phase one?" Ann asked.

"I have her demonstrate her technique on me of course." Devon said looking at the clock. 

"I wish I hadn't asked." Ann replied.

"It's a relatively simple task for them, they've already associated testing with advancement. So the live test of their ability to gracefully move and perform would be logical, they expect it Ann." Devon said. "If you'd like, I'd have no objection to your passing Geneva to level two." 

Ann was saved the need to reply by the door opening and Geneva entering the class. 

"Mistress, Master." Geneva said bowing her head. 

"Mistress Rebecca has taken the morning off, and I'm here to see your progress. I should warn you, I'm not nearly as forgiving as Mistress Rebecca Geneva." Devon said sternly. 

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." Geneva said keeping her head down.

"Mistress Ann is going to learn the basics of what we do, today by observation. Pay attention to me, and do what you're told, you may make it out of here with your skin intact." Devon said in a low threatening voice.

"Yes Master." Geneva answered quickly.

At first Geneva was corrected often as she fumbled through her motions. Devon stopped her. "I can't believe that Mistress Rebecca would allow this. I refuse to believe it. She had indicated that you were about ready to move to phase two. I may have to discuss this with her." 

Geneva shuddered to think what would be Mistress Rebecca's reaction to that development. "Oh Master, I'm sorry. I'm just really horny Master. It's been days since Mistress Ann allowed me to masturbate." A tear ran down her cheek as she said this.

Devon waved a hand and casually put his hands on his hips and Ann noticed him tap the transmit button on his radio twice. In a moment Jeannette's voice came on the radio. "Master Devon, you have a phone call that sounds quite important."

Devon answered that he would be there in a moment. He walked to Ann and said softly. "Play along, tell her you know she can do this, be a big sister to her." Then he strode towards the door and in a louder voice he said. "See what you can do with her while I see to this interruption."

"Yes Master Devon." Ann said. Then she walked to Geneva who was standing with tears running down her cheeks. "Geneva, I know it's tough, and I know how on edge you are." 

"You do?" Geneva asked. "Sorry, Mistress." 

"Yes. I also know you want to do this, I know you need to do this. I also know that they want you to pass this." Ann said softly and gently. "I want you to try and focus on pleasing us by doing this right. If you can run through this once with only minor corrections, I'll speak to Master Devon and see if I can talk him into passing you." 

"Oh thank you Mistress." Geneva said gratitude obvious on her face. "I knew you'd understand my need. Oh thank you Mistress." 

"That's all right, now let's try and walk, show me the slave glide again." Ann said.

Geneva was kneeling as Devon reentered the room. He took one look and said. "Now that's better Geneva, that's what we expect from you." 

He ran her through her paces once more and then said. "Well, it's a close thing. Perhaps. I'll consider it this morning. Go on now, get to your chores." 

"Thank you Master." Geneva said as she hustled out looking at Ann and obviously pleading with her eyes.

After she left Devon relaxed visibly and nodded to Ann. "Welcome to the world of training." 

"You set that up with Jeannette didn't you?" 

"Yes, of course. If I tapped the key twice, that indicated I had an important phone call." 

"Allowing the student to be manipulated?" 

Devon sighed. "You don't understand. To the students, to the slaves, I'm the Master's Master. I'm the lead trainer. To them, I'm supposed to be all knowing, all wise, and all seeing. Failing before me not only reflects badly upon their own actions, but upon their trainers. So I set up a way to give her time to compose her self and relax, and I put some of the stress of relaxing her so she could do this and pass on you." Devon gestured towards the door. "You have to start learning how they view things, and how much import they put on events, and people." 

"Why didn't you just tell her it's OK, you have faith in her, and let her relax." Ann asked.

"Because then she would wonder about the other trainers, are they being hard because they feel like it, or are they doing it to fuck with the students in some grand Machiavellian plan of mine." Devon answered. "It would cause doubts about us, and we need all the advantage we can get."

"It is some grand Machiavellian plan of yours." Ann said.

"Yes, but if they think that the trainers are merely puppets, they'll stop listening to them as closely, and assume they can just go to Master Devon and get him to see things their way. Then my trainers would be nothing more than puppets." Devon slowed in the hallway and lowered his voice. "They are among the most highly skilled trainers in the world, in any event or tasking. They are exceptional. You're going to have to work very hard to join them as a true equal Ann."

"I figured that out already, and I'm trying Devon. So you use these charades to manipulate the students into passing right?"

"Sometimes into passing, sometimes in an effort to get their minds into a more advantageous position." Devon shrugged. "Consider it negotiation for victory. Which reminds me, I have an idea I'd like your input on regarding Cathy, since you've met her." 

Entering administration Devon nodded his thanks at Jeannette who bowed her head in thanks. She understood that Master set that up to help Geneva pass, if Geneva needed that help, Master would provide it.

Andre followed them in and said. "OK, Oral Arts is down, and imagine this Devon, she did very well at the male stations looking in my direction." 

Devon smiled. "I believe you have an admirer." 

"Yeah, she's still got that mousy hiding mannerism. When are we going to start to address that?" Andre asked.

"Soon Andre, very soon." Devon said. "We need to convince her that we see her as beautiful Ann. She's got a low self esteem issue, and we want her to know that to us, she's beautiful."

"Master, an email came in from Master David confirming the arrival time of nine am on Monday." Jeannette said. "Diane requested again that I speak to you concerning both rings, and laser hair removal." 

Devon nodded. "There is a studio in town that does hair removal. We've talked to them about it in general. I'll call them in a minute. The rings, see if you can round up Geneva and ask her to come here." 

"Laser hair removal?" Ann asked.

"Yes, we've all had it done. That's why I never need a shave." Devon said.

"Jesus." Ann said and sat down. "Do you have any idea how much that's going to hurt her?"

"Yes, as you saw, I'm hairless there too." Devon said. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 09



Jeannette said. "Mistress, it hurts for a day or two at the most. Shaving causes bumps and other annoyances, waxing is painful every damn time. I'll take a bad sunburn for a couple days over the feeling of having hair ripped out of me every week." 

"The rings she's interested in?" Ann asked.

"She and I would like nipple rings, she would also like a clit ring, and we've discussed labial rings." Jeannette said. 

Ann put a hand to her forehead and shook her head. "Oh God. If anyone even discussed putting a ring through my clit I'd shoot them." 

Jeannette said. "Mistress, I have one, and it's awesome. When Master tickles it, electric shocks of pure pleasure run through me. When I'm having sex, the ring drags on a cock and it's absolute heaven. I'll never give mine up." 

"Jeannette, get Geneva and I'll talk to her about her medical knowledge in that area." Devon said.

"Yes Master." Then Jeannette walked out in search of Geneva who didn't have a radio watch yet.

Devon sent an email asking for more of the radio watches, he intended to have all staff with one. Geneva said she was familiar with healing process for body piercing. It was an add on training after many soldiers started to get them. Laser hair removal wasn't something she was familiar with, however if it was something like a sunburn, then Noxzema or some salve would be best.

Devon thanked her and told her to get a watch from Jeannette. 

"So are you going to take them down and get them pierced?" Ann asked.

"No, I'm going to confirm that they want the piercing, then I'll get the piercing artist here to do the work. We have the materials for the medical treatment, and it would give Geneva a chance to feel important." Devon answered. 

Ann shook her head. "And the laser thing?"

"I'll confirm that too. When she gets it, she'll be on bed rest for at least a day, with one of us in almost constant attendance. When our slaves need us, we are there for them Mistress Ann." Devon said smiling.

"Of course. Loyalty should flow up and down Devon. Up and down." Ann said. "If you don't need me, I'd like to get a few more things from my apartment." 

"No problem. I'll wait and graduate Geneva until you return." Devon said.

"Don't wait for me." Ann said walking out. 

Devon and the gang were busy, and since only Andre and he were there for lunch, they dined in the kitchen with Chef. Then they went to their afternoon classes. Andre took Ballet with Diane, and Devon was waiting for Geneva in oral arts.

"Geneva, please come in. I'm here to live test your abilities in oral arts. If you pass, you've graduated to level two." 

Geneva smiled and nodded her head. "Oh Yes Master. I'll do it." 

Devon gave the command and Geneva approached him and knelt before him. She opened her mouth and waited for Master to give her something to work with. She got him hard, and then she flicked her tongue, and swirled lips and head. Using the techniques she was taught. She was unaware that Devon was paying attention to her technique, and when he felt she had completed them, he would ejaculate on self-command. This was important to the students, it gave them a sense of accomplishment, and a physical representation of their status. 

Geneva focused her attention on pleasing him, the Master's Master. She knew this was a reward of her efforts. She felt him grow and begin to ejaculate. She swallowed all of it. Part of her training had been to accept Master's gift of love, and she hungered for it. She licked him clean, and tenderly loved on his cock. She looked up at him beaming in pride at her accomplishment.

"Welcome to level two Slave Geneva. You'll find the challenges greater, and the rewards are equally great." Devon said tenderly as he stroked her face. 

Geneva reacted like a cat, leaning slightly into his caress. This felt so good, to be seen well by Master. To have Master pleased with her, to know her hard work, her efforts were not unappreciated. Those efforts did not pass without notice. 

Devon zipped his pants and told Geneva to find Jeannette and Diane, and see to the chores. Tonight, she would sleep in her room in the staff room, if she felt like it. Then Devon called Jeannette and told her the remainder of her playtime restriction was waived in notice of her exceptional work over the last two days. The rest of the punishment would continue. He wanted the girls to celebrate tonight. Diane had passed initial sleep training, and now Geneva was level two. A small orgy would probably do them all good.

Jeannette smiled and turned to Diane. "We can play Diane." 

"Great. I wonder if Geneva passed level one today?" Diane asked.

"A threesome? Sounds good to me." Jeannette said smiling and leaning in for a kiss. "I'm anxious to see what you've learned in level two oral arts." 

Geneva's pass was known a moment later as she screamed down the hall. "I'm in. I made it." 

Diane and Jeannette both hugged her supportively and Diane asked. "Who graduated you?"

"Master Devon." Geneva said.

"He passed me too." Diane said. "It's great that he finds time to do that isn't it?" 

"Yeah." 

The girls chatted and cleaned up the sleeping floor and then the training floor. Diane broke off to get to Ballet, where she fumbled slave Cunt while looking at Andre's crotch. She was whipped for not paying attention. She was paying attention, but not to her ballet.

Ann was back for dinner and asked. "So did I mess Geneva's graduation?" 

"Yes, and I'm sure she's very disappointed." Devon said.

Rebecca was at the table, and Dominique had woken, and was gone now. All the trainers were present. Devon began. "Ok, we've got both our house slaves out of phase one, and people, I know you worked hard getting them there." 

Andre shrugged. "Not really, I most sit around and read things." 

"Not for long Andre. Not for long. We've got confirmation that Cathy is coming on Monday, Apparently David is going to Europe for business for a couple weeks, and is dropping her off here to keep her busy." Devon smiled. "So we've got a couple weeks to make some changes in her. Figure her training is going to be sporadic, a week or two at a time. So let's think of what changes we can make that would make the client happy." 

"Obviously first and foremost, grace and poise. That really attracts attention Devon." Rebecca said.

"Obviously. Oral arts, again a given. I'm thinking about brushing up on arousal training, but going for cunt control." Devon said. 

"Wow, nothing like setting a high standard." Andre commented.

"Not at all, I don't think we can get her to the six sensor probe, probably take a month for that. However, I think we can get her to one and probably two sensors don't you?" Devon asked.

"Yeah, we should be able to manage that." Andre agreed. "Who teaches that?" 

"Thomas. You're up. Andre is going for oral arts, and Rebecca is going to flog her back and forth across the ballet floor daily." Devon shifted. "Beat her on day one, beat her harder on day two, and then put her in the dungeon for refusing to perform a task. Live testing you for example Rebecca. I'm betting she's never done sex with a woman, and will balk about it."

"Devon, ask Jeannette what she thinks. She's met Cathy right?" Ann asked.

Devon nodded. "Not a bad idea." He pulled out his radio and called Jeannette. She was in the dining room in a minute and seated on a chair along the wall as directed. "Jeannette, we're trying to find a good idea on how to break down Cathy's will and expose her soul to the light of day, to make her more willing in training." 

"Master, Cathy is a beautiful woman and her ego is tied to her beauty." Jeannette said.

"OK, so what do we do to attack that ego." Devon asked.

"We make her ugly, at least in her own mind Master. Cut her hair, shave her head. Dress her in the ugliest costume you can. Something that does not flatter her figure. Something she would rather die than wear." Jeannette said simply. "She's not a slave, yet. She may or may not be a slave."

"Shave her head?" Ann asked astounded. "We can't do that."

"Master shaved my head, to get rid of my pride." Jeannette said. "It worked too. Hair grows back, when it does, ego doesn't come with it." 

Devon leaned back and was obviously considering this. "Thank you Jeannette, as usual, you've seen what we missed. I was looking for the key to her soul, and you may have shown me that key."

"Thank you Master." Jeannette said. "Will there be anything else? The slaves and I are prepared to do clean up now." 

Devon smiled. "Oh yes, I almost forgot, playtime tonight right?"

"Yes Master. We're looking forward to celebrating Diane and Geneva's achievements." 

Devon nodded and signaled that she could go. "Ann, you might want to sleep in your apartment tonight. There's going to be an Orgy in the slave rooms." 

Ann paled and said. "You're joking."

Devon shook his head. "I took Jeannette off playtime restriction. So the three of them can play tonight, and apparently they are looking forward to it." 

"An Orgy?" 

"Well a Threesome at least. Should be interesting." Andre said. 

Ann shook her head. "Must remember to get my TV, stereo, and a good set of earphones for my room." 

Devon smiled. "It's worse, the slaves aren't allowed to close the door. They aren't allowed the prideful activity of doors or privacy." 

"Oh God." Ann said lowering her head. 

"Ok, so I'm going to talk to David, and I'm going to tell him that in the event of an extreme lack of progress, we'd like permission to shave her head. I like the ugly outfit though. Rebecca, do you think we can find something hideous when she complains about wearing nothing?" 

"Oh Devon, can I ever." Rebecca said. "Would you like to join me in our shopping spree Ann?" 

"Can we go tonight, so I miss part of the Orgy?" Ann asked.

"Of course, many stores are still open. Let's go." Rebecca said rising. "Devon, with your permission." 

Devon nodded and waved at everyone. "Meal adjured, let's get out of the girls way, I'd hate to be between them and an orgy." 

Ann walked out and said. "Tell me that he's really joking about that." 

"No, they're wound up right now, they need time to unwind. He knows it. He sees them getting frustrated and angry. There is a part of them that says that Master will bed them when he's ready, and when they've learned enough. They also know that a Slave is about service. However, they want to be sex slaves. There hasn't been any sex." 

"Oh God. What have I gotten into?" Ann asked as she climbed into the drivers seat of her car. 

"A strange business, a strange line of work." Rebecca said.

Devon stared in joy at the collection that Rebecca and Ann brought for his approval. A tent about five times larger than Cathy in bright orange with green stripes. An ankle length dress in wool, in the most drab shade of brown he'd ever seen, also five times larger than required. 

"Oh Ladies, that's wonderful." Devon said. "She'd rather die that wear anything that awful." 

"The wool will be especially infuriating, when she's wearing nothing under it." Ann said. "It will irritate her to no end." 

"I think we've got her by the heal now, OK, we'll plan on this sometime Monday afternoon when she's crying about her lack of clothing." 

"Also Devon, the Chastity belt." Rebecca said. "The new one." 

Devon smiled and said. "Rebecca, that would be cruel, and have to be removed for training." 

"No Devon, while she's sleeping." Rebecca explained.

Devon laughed. "Oh God. That's good Rebecca. She'll be climbing the walls." 

"What the hell is with this belt?" Ann asked.

Rebecca looked at Devon with a raised eyebrow. Devon shrugged and said. "It's designed by us, and tested by Jeannette and Rebecca." 

"Oh that one. Jeannette showed it to me. Does it really work?"

Rebecca nodded. "I grabbed Andre and Thomas on the way to my room." 

Ann's eyes opened. "Both of them?"

"Rebecca, please set Ann up with this belt, she should experience a taste of what her trainee's are going through." Devon said.

"That's OK."

"Ann, you've got to know what they're going through, otherwise you have no idea when they've had enough." Rebecca said. "I'll get it." 

Ann stood there glaring at Devon. "I'd have thought you'd had enough last night." 

Devon shrugged. "You don't have to seek relief. Just wear it for an hour, sixty minutes. Then take it off."

Ann was nervous about the belt. Jeannette had said that it was torture, and after a few hours she was in hell. Rebecca had just said that she had grabbed two men to satisfy her after she wore the belt. Ann didn't want to be the woman who grabbed two men and screamed at them to satisfy her needs. Devon had curled her toes and left her laying on his bed like a puddle. "You know, I'm actually a little tired tonight."

Devon had been watching her, and said. "Oh, an hour. Surely you can manage that." 

Ann bit her lip again. An hour with Jeannette had cost two hundred dollars. She had been certain that Jeannette wouldn't be able to affect her but she had screamed in passion. "Oh, I don't know. I'm certain that I can manage, however it's been a long day, and we didn't sleep much." Then she blushed remembering why she didn't sleep much. Devon was fucking her silly. 

Devon nodded. "Well, if you're unwilling. I'm certain that you'll be able to guess how Cathy is doing when she's wearing it. I mean, you can guess to the effectiveness of the item." 

Devon smiled at her uncomfortable look. Rebecca arrived about then and said. "Here you go Ann. I know you're an anal virgin, so I got the belt set up for a tickling nub there, not the probe." 

Ann was blushing bright red. "Where do you people come from?" She demanded. "Jesus Christ, I'm standing here talking to my co workers about my sexual experience?" 

Devon said. "Your Co-Workers are working with you to train people how to be among other things, sexually proficient." 

Ann glared at him for a moment and then said. "So I put it on how?" To Rebecca.

"It only goes on one way. Put the belt around your waist, and then the strap goes between your legs. Buckle it into place. Would you like some help?" Rebecca asked.

Ann blushed and just nodded slightly. The buckle in the back was going to be a bitch to connect right. 

"Rebecca, don't lock it on her. I want her able to get it off when it becomes infuriating." Devon said as the women left the room.

Ann was standing without her pants as Rebecca lubed the small vaginal probe and then inserted it gently. "Ok, there you go, all seated home." Then she buckled the straps and looked at it to insure it was right. "Well, here goes hell." Then she flipped a switch and covered it with another strap. 

"Oh." Ann said as it started it cycle. There was a clit nub that vibrated slightly. There was a small probe inserted in her pussy that also vibrated slightly. Then the nub on her ass was tickling her. She shifted and wiggled. 

"Don't bother, it doesn't help." Rebecca said. "I've got it set for low, and slow. So that way you'll get the idea of what it's going to be like for Cathy." 

Ann twitched and looked worried. "OK, well I guess I get the idea." 

"Oh come on, you haven't hardly tasted it yet." Rebecca said. "Oh, I love this book, have you read it?" Rebecca held up a paperback that was on Diane's desk.

"What?" Ann asked and looked at the book. "Um not yet. I'm just starting it." 

"It's a good one." Then she sat down and smiled at Ann.

"You're going to watch me to make sure I wear it for an hour aren't you?" 

"Someone should. I mean, there could be a problem. It is a prototype after all." Rebecca said smiling. 

"I'll put a skirt on and go see Devon." Ann said reaching into her closet and pulling out a flowing spring skirt. 

"Great. I've been meaning to talk to Devon. I think I saw him headed for the dayroom." Rebecca said. "Come on, let's go." 

Ann followed her and found all the trainers lounging in the dayroom. Watching TV and Andre was playing Devon in a game of chess. 

Devon contemplated each move for a long time before he made it. Andre would glance at the board and make a move, and while Ann knew how to play she could tell that Devon was going to win easily. 

She sat and twitched whenever the belt started its cycle. It was hell on earth. It was just light enough that you couldn't really get off on it, while it was just persistent enough to prevent you from ignoring it.

Thomas was watching a TV movie and everyone ignored the sounds of passion from down the hall. Ann heard a buzzing in her ears and she kept trying to adjust her position. 

She found herself trying to grind into the chair and she stopped herself. Damn them, and their little toys, and their amazing training. Devon had laid the pipe to her for thirty minutes straight and didn't let up. She had finally asked him when he was planning on finishing; of course she'd already come four times. 

Devon had smiled and said. "Whenever you tell me to." 

Ann had tried to wait him out, and finally begged him to finish. He exploded within her, and she had reached her climax a fifth time.

The level of sexual proficiency in this house would curl the toes of any man or woman on earth. It was astounding, and it was infuriating. Ann was grinding again and forced herself to stop. Her pussy was on fire, her ass actually wanted attention too. She was so horny that she was ready to beg anyone to do something. How in the name of God had Jeannette managed to survive this for hours? How many men had Jeannette needed to get over this?

"Ann?" Andre asked. "Did you hear me?" 

"What?" Ann asked startled back to the room full of fellow trainers.

"I said is there something wrong with the chair? You keep shifting around, I haven't seen anyone wiggle that much since Rebecca and Jeannette tried to test the belt." Andre asked.

"Um. No." Ann said blushing. "Nothing at all wrong with the chair." She looked for help from Devon who didn't give the help she hoped for.

"She's testing the belt. We need to understand what Cathy will be feeling if she's wearing it. Ann volunteered to wear it so she could better estimate how Cathy will react." Devon explained.

"Oh, well that explains the wiggle and shift routine." Andre said.

"Oh. Like you've had anything like this done to you." Ann hissed at him.

"We have. There's a belt for men too. It's absolutely infuriating." Thomas said. "You have my sympathy." 

Ann was shifting and wiggling and she looked at the clock. It had been nearly an hour, and she was ready to demand that someone, anyone fuck the crap out of her right damn now. "OK, that's an hour." 

"Yes." Devon agreed. "Rebecca wore it for five hours didn't you?" 

"Yes Devon, five hours in hell." Rebecca said. "I wouldn't suggest if for Ann though." 

Ann looked her desire at Devon and then said. "OK. I'm taking this damn thing off." Then she stood up and walked out. She had to restrain herself to keep from dragging one of the guys out of the room after her. In the hall, she wasn't helped by the sounds of Geneva coming, knowing first hand the talents of Jeannette. 

Rebecca called her as she arrived at her own door. "Ann, I have something if you don't want the guys to jump you." She walked past and opened her own door. Ann walked into her room and was undoing the straps when Rebecca walked in carrying a stool with a dildo attached. 

Ann gaped at this monstrosity. "What in God's name is that?" 

"It's called a Monkey Rocker, and I highly recommend it. This is mine, it's cleaned, and sanitized." Rebecca said. "Your pride is preventing you from grabbing one of the guys, they won't volunteer, so don't give them knowing looks. If you don't want one of them right now, this is probably best. I've put a vibrator in the slot, so have fun." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 10



Part 10: Study And Understanding.

The morning started and Devon told Jeannette to use the restroom on this floor, let the girls know it's allowed for morning routine.

At Breakfast Devon dove right in. "Ann, we were talking last night, and we decided it was time to start living up to our slaves expectations, and so we're making a few small changes." 

"Oh? They overdressed?" Ann asked smiling sweetly. "Those collars cover so much don't they?" 

Rebecca giggled and said. "No, we need to start bedding them. Taking them to our beds. They expect a great deal more sex than they've been getting."

"So after sleep training, we're going to start to do just that." Devon said. 

"Oh, feeling a little edgy?" Ann asked with a knowing smile. 

"We're also going to be adding more Bondage, and this is something I was thinking about this morning." Devon said.

"Woke up thinking about tying up the girls? What a surprise." Ann said.

Andre chuckled and then laughed. "Wow." 

Devon sighed and said. "As I was saying, we're adding some bondage. Rebecca how's Geneva's posture when she's not in class?"

"Like most novice slaves, she reverts to slouching as soon as she's out of class." Rebecca replied.

"Thomas is Diane still using her hands too much at station six?" Devon asked next?

"Yeah, we're working the problem, but she got used to it on two and four." Thomas answered.

"So here's what we're going to do. We're giving Geneva a posture collar and leather corset from downstairs. She's going to wear them all day through dinner. To improve her posture." Devon turned from Rebecca and to Thomas and said. "I want Diane's hands bound behind her on station six. Get a strap from downstairs, and bind them behind her, up high." 

"Devon, how about wrist and ankle bindings as part of their uniforms? In addition to the collar." Thomas asked.

"Nice touch, makes binding them faster, and easier." Devon said. "We'll look at it."

"So now I'm to be trained in tying people up?" Ann asked innocently. "Who do I practice on?" 

"There's only one way to learn that Ann." Thomas smiled at her.

Ann gave him a blank look and then turned to Devon. "Are you joking?" 

"I didn't say that." Devon said smiling. 

Ann shook her head and grumbled under her breath.

"Devon, if I may offer a quick suggestion before getting the items I'll need to wrap up Geneva. May I borrow her for a night, or two?" Rebecca asked.

Devon raised an eyebrow. Rebecca took this as Devon requesting an explanation. "I promised Geneva that I would make her lick me to several orgasms, and I'd reward her by allowing her to masturbate, and then chain her to my bed and let her sleep on the floor." Rebecca shrugged. "I'd hate to be accused of not keeping my promises." 

Ann shook her head and looked at the table to avoid the looking at everyone else who was laughing. 

"OK, so you want to sleep train her the old fashioned way? Fine with me." Devon answered. 

"If it wouldn't be too inappropriate, I'd be willing to train Diane tonight." Thomas said. 

Devon nodded. "Don't wear them out you all. We do need some work out of them. If they're stumbling on tired ankles all day, they're liable to get hurt." Devon said.

"Tired ankles?" Ann asked.

Andre answered as Thomas and Roberta moved to get the items and get to class. "Their ankles would be tired, because their legs were up all night." 

Ann hung her head as Devon roared with laughter at the look on her face. "I give up." 

"Let's go Ann, we have work to do." Devon said. "I believe it's no rest for the wicked?" 

Ann shook her head and said. "Somebody tell me when I went insane." 

Devon handed her some books and said. "Corporate reading list. These are the fantasies that our slaves base their version of slavery on. I'm afraid you'll have to read dirty books." Devon said seriously.

Ann sighed. "Are you going to mock me all day long?" 

"No, but your expression was priceless." Devon said. "We're going to tour the training area, and then we're going to remove a door from one of the sleeping rooms, in anticipation of Cathy's arrival. This afternoon, we're giving a tour to Mistress Ariana, and her slave James." 

"Finally a male slave." Ann said. "You're probably jumping for joy." 

"A client's slave." Devon said. "I still want at least one here for us." 

Ann shook her head and took the books to the trainer's offices. It was an open area with four desks, which were to be used to report on training and to perform other administrative duties. 

After an hour or so Devon called to her. "I'm going to tour our trainees, and see how they're liking the addition of the bondage. Would you like to join me?"

"Certainly, I've been wondering if the descriptions of the bondage I've been reading is accurate." Ann said rising from her chair. 

In Oral Arts, Diane was trying to pass station six. Her arms were bound painfully behind her in a leather arm binder that ran from her shoulder to her wrists. Thomas had shown little mercy in the binding. Devon looked in and gave a short nod to Thomas. 

He walked to Ballet and looked in the doorway. Diane was wearing a posture collar, which extended her neck and made it impossible for her to turn her neck or to look down. Her skin was a bright red where Rebecca had been correcting her. Her waist was cinched tightly and painfully in a leather corset. Geneva's breasts were squashed painfully in the corset and it looked like she was in hell. One thing belied that impression, and that was the small smile on her face as tears ran down her cheeks. Devon looked at Ann and found her shaking her head. He gestured towards the stairs. 

Down in the Dungeon he walked around the various items. Obviously debating what he would put Cathy, or others in this week. 

He stopped beside a small cage, slightly larger than a dog cage. Too small for a person to stand, sit, or even lay down comfortably. He nodded and walked to a large wooden frame. He ran his hands over the bindings, and looked at the ankle bindings. He nodded again. 

"Make a decision?" 

"I think so, but I need your help." Devon answered. "Strap me into this please."

"What?" 

"I'll talk you through it." Devon said. In ten minutes he was in the frame, his arms and legs stretched apart, his weight supported by his arms, and his legs. He nodded and said. "Yes. This will do nicely." 

"For what?"

"To humiliate, degrade, and cause Cathy to start looking at her own soul. Leave me for an hour, then return and release me please." 

Ann had to be told a second time before she obeyed. She was at the top of the stairs looking at her watch almost constantly. She was listening for signs of distress. 

After an hour, she walked down and over to Devon. He was there hanging in the chains. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be breathing slowly and deeply. "Devon?"

Devon opened his eyes. "Right on time. Excellent. If you'll release me now." 

Ann moved to the wrist and then hesitated. She ran her hand along his arm and said. "I don't know, I think this is the first time I've had you at my mercy." 

Devon smiled and tried to shrug. "I presume you can do whatever you wish now can't you?" 

She looked at him and shook her head. "You wouldn't freak out if I walked in with a bullwhip would you?"

Shaking his head he had the same thin knowing smile. Diane gave his crotch a friendly squeeze. Then she undid his bindings starting with his wrist and then moving to the ankles. 

Devon moved his limbs and said. "Ok, from now on we undo the ankles first. My sense of balance was suitably affected, which meant that we should start low and release our way up." 

Devon walked up the stairs and to the Admin area. He sighed and sat down. "Almost lunch and then we have a tour. Thankfully your Father didn't come then, I think that little scene would have gone differently with an audience." 

Ann nodded. Then she called out. "Jeannette. Has the Sheriff called us?"

"No Mistress." Jeannette said from the doorway. 

"I think Mistress Ann is beginning to realize your value Jeannette." Devon said.

"Yes Master. Her wisdom is obvious." Jeannette said and then turned and went back to her desk. 

"Shouldn't I give her a few lashes for that?" Ann asked smiling.

Devon shook his head. "No, but you could give her some bondage. Chastity belt and some nipple clamps perhaps." 

"I meant to ask you, I borrowed something from Rebecca, and I wanted to clean it and give it back. I washed it, but she said sterilized. How does one sterilize something here?" Ann asked.

"Oh, the Monkey Rocker. We have wipes. Jeannette will show you. Roberta suggested I order one for you. We have one downstairs, I'll give you that one and order another one to replace it." Devon said.

Ann lowered her head blushing bright red. "You people have no shame. None at all." 

Devon smiled for a moment and then he sighed. "I need to talk to you Ann, and make a request. I'm intending to have you observe much of Cathy's training here, asking questions of what you saw, and learning by observation." 

"OK. I kind of figured that out." Ann replied. "What's the request?" 

"Andre will be whipping Cathy, probably Tuesday afternoon, in the dungeon." Devon began.

"OK, so you want me to be unobserved? Where should I be for that?" Ann asked.

"Anywhere but the Dungeon. It will be by your standards extreme, and cruel. Andre will be whipping her to a state of extreme sexual arousal, and forgive me, you're liable to try and stop it at the wrong time." 

"You don't want me watching the whipping? How badly is Andre going to hurt her?" Ann asked. "Planning on beating her into submission are you?"

Devon shook his head. "No, that doesn't work. Not on the first day. Takes months of continuous beatings. No, whipping her to a state of sexual frenzy, where she would do anything to fuck. I mean anything. However it appears quite barbaric to the uninitiated, and I'm afraid that is you." 

Ann looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You have got to be kidding. You think you can whip someone into a sexual frenzy? Am I working for a madman?"

"No you aren't, and we've done it many times, and forgive me, you would have no idea what you were seeing. You would have to see it, or better yet experience it first hand to really understand. I don't think you're ready to do that, which means that you would better serve Cathy by being somewhere else but the Dungeon." Devon said. 

Ann stared at him and then said. "If you instruct me not to go down to the dungeon, I will obey. I'll probably station myself on the stairs, and listen for safe word when she ends the play." 

Devon nodded. "She'll be screaming, crying out in pain, in humiliation, and in anger. Listening to it may cause you to try and rush to her rescue. It would serve her purposes for you to do that. Ann, just avoid the training wing then." 

Ann looked off and said. "You're going to torture the woman aren't you?"

"Not in the way you think, but yes." Devon said. "Once she's in a state of sexual need, we're going to lock her in that cage, and leave her, hands bound to the cage of course, to keep her from any relief." 

Ann shook her head. "You can't whip someone into a state of sexual frenzy." 

Devon smiled slightly. "Want to bet?" 

Ann narrowed her eyes at him and said. "Let me guess, if I can last an hour I win?" 


"An hour would be a good start. Like another shot at the twenty grand?" Devon asked.

"Devon you're joking." Ann said.

"No, I'm serious. I never joke about money. This evening, after dinner, you go down with Andre, and you do it just like Cathy will, naked, hung and stretched, and whipped." Devon said. "You can work out the fine rules with Andre, for example, ignoring your pleas for sex." 

"You think he could have me begging for sex by whipping me?" Ann said shocked. "You are insane." 

"Ann, you've endured our skills at the hands of Jeannette. Let me guess, she placed one hand casually on your pelvic bone, notice I hadn't asked anything about that time until now, not even of her." Devon said.

Ann glared at him and then nodded. Devon continued. "That hand started to warm you up, get your sex talking to you didn't it?" 

Ann hesitated again and then nodded. Devon continued. "That hand placement is strategic, much more so than it would seem at first. The whipping would have a similar reaction, only on a much larger, and more system wide. Cathy will be begging for sex, and would happily take on a dozen men in her search for relief. Andre is very good, among the best I've ever seen, which is why he's doing this. I believe in this task, he is slightly more competent than I am." 

"No one can be made to want sex." Ann said defiantly.

"You were, last night with a belt." Devon said. "One hour at the lowest possible setting." 

Ann looked out the window in mixed shame and humiliation. "How do you people know all of this stuff?"

"We've learned. We've studied, and we've taught." Devon said. "We were trained to be sex slaves, and then trained to be trainers." 

"Jeannette touch, it was among the most delicate I've ever felt. Sometimes I couldn't tell if she was kissing, licking, or just breathing on me." Ann admitted. "I tried to ignore it, God knows I did. Her hand, it just rested there, and then before I realized it had moved, it was making small circles. Devon, I reacted, and big." 

Devon nodded. "The buzzer told the tale, one and then two minutes later another beep." 

"I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that she couldn't have done that to me. Now you want me to get whipped, so another of my prejudices will fall away. What happens if I like it? Does that make me a submissive in reality, and I should take my clothes off and put on a collar?" Ann asked quietly. "I can't do that Devon, I just can't." 

"No it doesn't make you a submissive, no more than any of us other trainers. It would prove you are human, and give you insight into what Cathy will be feeling Tuesday afternoon or evening." Devon picked up a pen and looked at it. "The only difference is you won't be locked in a cage overnight, your frustration unattended. Hers will be." 

"Are you sure that's really necessary?" Ann asked. 

Devon nodded. "I need her to take her soul out and look at it, and see if she likes what she finds there. If I'm right, her submissive streak will start to really come out then." 

"If you're wrong?" Ann asked.

"Then we teach her as many techniques as we can, and wish her and David a happy life." Devon said. "Because we've doomed them to misery. Cathy will keep topping from the bottom, and David will figure it out sooner or later. His ego will be smashed, and she'll move along, more jaded, more callously to the next victim." 

"Is it really that important?" Ann asked.

Devon nodded. "It is. For them, and for us. This is very serious business." 

Ann looked out the window. "If you don't have anything else for me, I think I'll walk about a bit, perhaps chat with Andre." 

"He's a very talented trainer, you could learn a lot from him." Devon answered without any expression on his face. 

Ann walked off and went upstairs, finding Andre in the day room reading a novel. He set it down and said. "Hello Ann, taking a break from following Devon around?" 

"Yeah. Andre, Devon said he didn't want me in the dungeon when you're working Cathy over. Would you object to me being there?" 

Andre frowned. "Ann, I'd suggest in fairly strong terms that you find something else to do, in another part of the house." 

"Will it be that rough, really?" 

"Yes, before, during, and after. Especially after." Andre said softly. "She'll be crying, sobbing, and screaming out her rage and frustration." 

"Will it work?" Ann asked.

"The whipping? For the arousal, certainly. For the breakthrough that Devon seeks, I honestly don't know." Andre said. "I would take either end of the bet, it's that close a thing." 

"Devon also suggested that I endure some of what Cathy will go through." Ann said.


"Devon is a very good whip handler." Andre replied.

"He said you were better." Ann said.

"I'm honored that he believes so." 

"You won't speak ill of him at all will you?" Ann asked.

"Not in this lifetime." Andre said. "He's a brilliant trainer, and a gifted Master. There are those who are a little better than him at an individual task. There isn't anyone I've ever heard of that's better than he is at all of them." 

Ann sat down. "About the whipping. Devon said I could work out the rules with you beforehand, to ignore my pleas for sex for example."

"If you request that, I will oblige you." Andre said.

"You wouldn't suggest that? The ignoring my pleas?" Ann asked.

"I wouldn't Ann. Forgive me, but you're a novice here, and you have no concept of what you're going to go through." Andre shifted to look directly at her. "We joke, we laugh, and we smile. In this we're comfortable with our skill and knowledge. Before I stop, you will be in a state of sexual frenzy unlike anything you've ever known." 

Ann swallowed hard. It couldn't be that good could it? "Sexual frenzy? You make it sound like I'm going to lose all control." 

"Ann, it's when you lose control, and I keep whipping you that the frenzy comes on. If you say no sex, I will comply. I would not suggest it." 

Ann nodded slightly. "I don't believe I'll lose control Andre, but I won't ask for that limit. How should I dress?" 

"In the chains, you won't be dressed." Andre said simply. "I suppose you could wear a thong, a small one, but I'll need access to everything." 

"Yeah." Ann said rising. "I'll see you after dinner Andre." 

"After dinner Ann." Andre said and returned to his book. 

Ann walked out of the room wondering if it was going to be that good. Sexual Frenzy? Ann wanted to say it was impossible, but at the same time, she'd personally seen and experienced things that are supposed to be impossible. There were a lot of impossible things going on in this house. 

Geneva was kneeling and looking up hopefully at Mistress Rebecca as the class ended. She was covered in red welts and had tried to please Mistress.

"Better Geneva, some improvement." Rebecca allowed. "You still want to hide that cunt from me. I don't appreciate that." 

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'll do better." Geneva promised.

"I'll see that you do." Rebecca promised. "I want you to come to my room tonight. Now that you're in phase two, I'm allowed to use you from time to time. Tonight will be your first attempt to please me."

"Yes Mistress. I'll do anything to please you." Geneva said suddenly glowing with pride.

"If you do please me, I'll let you masturbate and entertain me." Rebecca said softly. "Perhaps I'll even let you use my Monkey Rocker, if you do your best that is."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Geneva said.

"Your class is finished. Go now, and see to your chores. After your chores are done, report to me in my room." Rebecca said with a wave of her hand.

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said and stood gracefully and walked out of the room. She was aware that she wasn't allowed to remove her collar or waist cincher until after dinner except as directed by a Master." 

Thomas glanced at the clock and decided it was time. "That's enough Diane, I'm reasonably please with your efforts." 

Diane pulled back and knelt awaiting Master Thomas to release her hands, and dismiss her.

"Stand slave." Thomas said and then did something he'd never done before. As part of the effort to draw out Diane and make her feel more appreciated, Thomas was about to do something that almost never happened at the old farms. He was going to study the slave and show appreciation for her attributes. In short, he was going to appear as though he was attracted to her. 

Thomas lowered his gaze to her breasts, and then down to the bare crotch. Diane kept her head down, but noticed that Master Thomas was inspecting her. She almost raised her head expectantly, but kept it down. Thomas walked around her slowly as though examining her carefully. He ran a hand over her shoulder, and then as he walked around to the front of her ran his hand down to her breast. He rubbed a thumb over her nipple, and it immediately perked up beneath his touch. He rubbed it with his thumb for a moment and then gently brushed his hand across the sensitive underside of her breast. 




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Diane sucked in a breath at the pleasure she was feeling. She almost moaned in pure joy as Master Thomas examined her. 

"As I recall, you've been shown as an initial pass in sleep training." Thomas said conversationally.

"Yes Master." Diane said. Thomas was the one who had shown her as a pass.

"Very well. You are to attend me tonight. After your chores are complete, you are to report to me prepared to please me slave." Thomas walked behind her and began to release her from the bindings that held her arms behind her. 

Diane smiled and turned to him hopefully. Her head was up for once, it was usually down, and while people thought it was a sign of her submission, it was her way of hiding herself in plain view. "Yes Master."

"Good." Thomas said removing the last binding. He ran his hand down her head, pausing a moment at her shoulder, and then turning her slightly looked at her ass. "You're going to get rings in your cunt aren't you slave?"

"Yes Master." 

"Then I'll have to start your anal training while your rings heal." Thomas said almost absent-mindedly.

Diane felt a rush of pleasure. Master Thomas liked her, or at least seemed to be pleased by her. Diane always thought she was unattractive. She thought her lips were too big, and her tits too small. 

"Slave, your class is finished, go to your chores now." Thomas said smacking her ass playfully. 

Diane jumped and said. "Yes Master, thank you Master." She hustled out of the room trying to ignore the twitching of her sex. 

Jeannette was done with the daily filing and was already done cleaning the staff area. She knew she was stretched too thin, but with the other two in classes, there wasn't much they could do except keeping the training area cleaned. That was about all they would be able to manage.

After Lunch they toured the facility with Ariana and James. Ariana had heard of the miracles that Devon had been doing, and was very interested in the possibility that James may be taught some of these tricks. "Especially, I want him to be able to give pleasure to me Devon." 

"Of course, that would be a course heavy in oral arts, grace and poise, and orgasm control." Devon said. 

"Would a week be enough?" Ariana asked.

"Two would be better, a month would be priceless." Devon had said. "In a week, we can have him gliding instead of strutting. His orgasms would take a little longer. His oral arts would be improved." 

"Would I be able to test him after a week? See how much progress you've made?" Ariana asked ignoring James who walked behind her with his head down and mouth shut. 

"We have guest rooms for visiting Dom's in the trainers wing. These rooms are suitable for testing a slave in training." Devon answered. 

Ann followed as silent as James. She looked at him. He was fairly strong looking. He worked out, probably at the order of Ariana. He meekly walked behind her though. Ann wasn't really turned on by him. In fact, she thought he was an insult to men, and the idea that Devon and Andre, and Thomas for that fact, were once like that was disturbing. They were so masculine now, so confident, and so desirable.

"I'll think about this Devon, I'll admit to being quite impressed with your facility. It is very impressive." Ariana said looking pointedly at Devon's waistline. 

Devon bowed his head slightly. "Thank you Ariana, it's always nice to have your work appreciated." 

They left and Devon said. "OK, we'll get him next week, unless I miss my guess. Ariana wants a slave that can do miracles with his mouth." 

Ann smiled knowingly. "Who wouldn't?" Then she walked off to read some more at her desk. 

Diane was finding herself in trouble today. Mistress Rebecca was not pleased that Diane hadn't presented herself a little more openly when Slave cunt was ordered. Diane didn't want Mistress to see how damp she was. Master Thomas had ordered her to report to his room after dinner and chores, to live test her sleeping after sex with Master. She wanted to please Master Thomas very much. He was cute, and a Dom, and he was also kind of tender and considerate. She desperately wanted to straddle him and make him come deeply within her.

Geneva had removed the Posture collar on orders. She was ordered to report to Mistress Rebecca the same way that Diane had been. Mistress Rebecca had told her that Geneva would first lick Mistress to at least four orgasms, then if she had performed that task well enough, would be allowed to masturbate, with a rocking dildo syban thing. Geneva would be permitted up to two orgasms, if she made the show entertaining. Then she would be chained to the bed and ordered to sleep on the floor like a dog. 

Geneva loved that image, it was one she had read about a few years ago, and always liked. The slave, sleeping on the floor beside the Master's or Mistress's bed. Chained up and told to be quiet. Possibly given a large glass of water right before bed, and told that if she woke Master she'd be punished, if she wet herself, more punishment. Oh the joy of this.

Thomas saw the signs, and knew Geneva wasn't just happy, she was ecstatic. This was certainly a good idea. Letting the slaves live out their fantasies while working to become true service slaves. The Corset cut her movement ability but Thomas left it on her. Master may want her to wear something uncomfortable like that, for their amusement.

Thomas made a mental note to include more bondage in Geneva's training. He kind of liked the look she had wearing that black leather corset. Perhaps adding some heels, or ballet torture shoes. No. Diane with her extremely narrow body would be better for the ballet torture shoes, walking everywhere on tip toes. Geneva would be better in an open cup Waist Cincher with a butt plug and Chastity belt. No shoes, just bare feet and perhaps a ball gag around her neck, waiting to be shoved in her mouth to keep her used to being open for Master's pleasure.

Diane assumed the position of slave cunt properly and Rebecca spoke softly into her ear. "Oh, little slave was trying to hide herself from Mistress? Were you ashamed that your hungry little cunt was hoping for some action?"

 "Yes Mistress." Diane said. "Forgive me Mistress." 

"Perhaps I should put you on restriction, put you in a chastity belt to teach you to offer yourself to us whenever we wish?" Rebecca teased.

"No Mistress, please, Master Thomas wishes me to attend him tonight." Diane said with tears of shame on her cheeks.

"Oh does he?" Rebecca said running the cane down her back. "He always did like the skinny little sluts. Ones with big full lips." Rebecca said softly dragging the cane back up along her back. "I bet you can't wait to be on your back, legs up in the air, letting him fuck that hungry little cunt. Don't you want him to take you like that slut?"

"Yes Mistress." Diane sobbed, knowing her wet pussy gave her away, knowing that lying to Mistress was a sure way to get her even more upset. 

"Well, because I don't wish to interfere with Master Thomas's pleasure tonight, I think I'll let the caning you got a few minutes ago suffice as punishment for your pride." Rebecca said. "Hide that hungry little cunt from me again slave, and you'll be drawing social security before you get something in it again." 

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Rebecca said with gratitude obvious in her voice. "I'll do better Mistress."

"Yes, you will. Because we won't tolerate anything less." Rebecca said. "One more time, let's run through things, and when you're done, I'll be generous and teach you one of Master Thomas's favorite positions." 

"Thank you Mistress." Diane said. She performed each move perfectly, putting her concentration into pleasing Mistress Rebecca. 

Diane learned a new position, Slave Throat. While she wasn't trained in deep throat cock sucking yet, she liked that Mistress Rebecca was going to help train her to satisfy Master Thomas. Diane was on all four's, her head looking directly forward, mouth open. She knew that a straight line existed from her lips to her ass, which theoretically meant that a master with a four-foot cock could fuck her mouth and have it coming out of her ass. Granted her stomach and intestines would be ripped out, but the image was quite erotic, and very dirty.

"Satisfactory slave, now you understand that you may not hide things from us. Even your desire." Rebecca said. "That is enough for today. Off with you." 

As Diane left Rebecca smiled slightly. That little girl was going to make a fine slave. She was horny, of course, civilian slaves were. However, she had such a desire to please that it made training her easy. Often Rebecca had to find an excuse to be harsh, which is what Diane expected. Rebecca returned the cane to the stand and walked from the classroom, leaving the door open so that the slaves could clean the room. 

Jeannette was already mopping the floor upstairs, making sure it was clean enough for tomorrow's arrival of their first client. Diane joined her and then Geneva came up from below. "Geneva, Diane and I can handle this floor, get started downstairs. We'll be down shortly to help out." 

"Sure Jeannette." Geneva said and hustled back down to get to work. 

"Is our training going to slow down now Jeannette?" Diane asked as they mopped the floor.

"Yeah, with a paying student, we take a slight backseat. They'll train you time permitting. What that means is this, you'll get at least one class a day, unless we get more than four students, then you might not get any on a day." Jeannette rung out the mop and shoved the bucket down the hall to continue mopping her side. "Master Devon said that your hair removal is going to be this week, he's got an appointment set up. When you get lased, it kind of hurts. You'll be on bed rest for at least two days, possibly three until you're able to move without being in so much pain." 

"Bed rest? I have to stay in bed?" Diane asked.

"No, but you're supposed to stay on the upper floor, in the dayroom or whatever. If you want a book, then you can get one. Nothing that causes you pain though." Jeannette explained.

"Well I could answer phones for a while couldn't I?" Diane asked. "Or do something in the office right?" 

Jeannette smiled. "I'll speak to Master Devon and let him know you don't like to sit around, you'd prefer to have some duty or another." 

"Thanks Jeannette." Diane said. "Floors done, let's empty the bucket and get downstairs. Geneva shouldn't get stuck doing it alone."

"How was Ballet?" 

"Painful." Diane said. "Mistress is very strict with us isn't she?"

"Yes, because that's how Ballet is. It's either right, or it's not." Geneva said as they entered the hall. "At least, that's what I can figure out." 

"You got it. Diane is getting her laser hair thing this week. So when she does. We'll have to take care of her, and you'll need to watch her for a bit. You know, problems or whatever." Jeannette said as she took a mop and entered Ballet. "We'll definitely take her meals to her on the first day." 

"Sure Jeannette." Geneva said. "Glad to help." 

Thirty minutes before dinner Jeannette looked at the floor and nodded. "We're done, with time to spare. I think we're getting better at this girls." 

Then the three turned to the Kitchen to help chef. 

"Jeannette, with the number of mouths doubling, I'm afraid I may need some regular help in the kitchen. I was going to speak to Devon, but I thought you might be the best choice." Chef said.

Jeannette nodded. "Yeah, I'll talk to Master Devon Chef. Just dinner or lunch and breakfast too?"

"Breakfast is easy, a few eggs, a little bacon, easily done. Lunch, I could use some help with cleaning and prep for dinner." 

Jeannette said. "Sure Chef, if nothing else, I'll be here tomorrow and we'll get something set up with Master. We'll rotate through the duty or whatever Master wishes." 

"Thank you Jeannette. You're a good girl."

They finished cleaning the kitchen and looked around. Geneva bit her lip and was waiting to be dismissed by someone so she could attend to Mistress Rebecca. Diane was looking at the door. 

Jeannette looked around as if she was unaware of their tension. "I guess that's it. We're done girls." 

Jeannette smiled as both Diane and Geneva tore for the door headed into the central area, anxious to use the restroom and then report to the Master's as directed. It was their first sleep training, and while Jeannette knew Diane would be fine in the sleep test, she also knew that Geneva wouldn't, which was apparently what Mistress Rebecca wanted. Geneva tossed and turned a bit, she didn't snore, or hadn't when she'd slept with Diane and herself last night, but it was possible. 

Jeannette headed into the office and powered down the computers and office equipment. She loaded the coffee pot for the morning, and set things up for their use in the morning. She headed upstairs after giving Diane and Geneva time to report, and tapped on Master Devon's door to report all chores complete. 

Disappointingly Master Devon didn't instruct her to attend him, which Jeannette would have loved to do, so she went to her room, and then the day room. She sat with a book and started to read it. 

Andre had stretched Ann in the same frame they were going to use on Cathy. The one that had been tested by Devon earlier in the day. Ann was nude, which made her feel very vulnerable, and couldn't move more than a couple inches bound like this. 

They had agreed on a safe word, one which would end play, if Ann became afraid or uncomfortable. Andre explained that this meant she was technically in control of the brake. However he insisted that if she used it, he would not have sex with her in any way, shape or form. So if he was right, and Ann felt a sexual frenzy come over her, then the safe word would end the whipping, but wouldn't satisfy the frenzy. 

Andre walked to the wall and selected a multi tail flogger of soft leather. He flicked it a couple times and nodded to himself. It was what he wanted for Ann's first whipping. It would be flicked lightly at first, to warm her up, then it would be used more forcefully. 

Ann had never been so embarrassed before. She was spread open lewdly, her sex obvious, and her nudity was making her uncomfortable. She tried to focus her mind, and ignore her vulnerability. Andre began to walk around her and stopped behind Ann and started first to lightly flick the whip against her.

"This is a warm up, it draws the blood to the surface, and starts to get the blood moving." Andre explained softly. 

Ann felt the whiptails striking her and noticed it wasn't painful. It didn't even sting really, just kind of brushing her flesh. Andre worked over her ass, and down her legs, and back up across her back. He moved to the front and continued to lightly whip her abdomen and down her thighs. 

Ann felt her skin start to warm, she didn't know it was already flushed, and then Andre started to increase the frequency and the sting. 

Ann jerked as the first of the harder blows landed on her ass, she looked over her shoulder at Andre and saw him smiling slightly, and focusing on his task. She noticed a new sensation. She was getting warm. She didn't understand the sweet spot that Andre paid attention to. She didn't know about the interconnected parts of the body. She had no experience with anything like this, but Andre had lots of experience. 

As he watched her body begin to respond, and warm up, he made sure to flick the erogenous zones of her body. The sweet spot where the ass joined the thigh, and then along the insides of the thighs, He walked around her and flicked the whip almost casually under her breasts, striking the sensitive parts of her breasts. Ann sucked in air and jerked as he did so.

Ann had been getting whipped for just over ten minutes, and she was horny again. She was breathing in short passionate pants. Her skin was warm, and getting hot. Her sex was warm, and getting hotter by the minute. Andre's casual flick on her breasts had been like stinging pain from hell for a split second, and then an incredibly erotic rush straight to her sex. 

For the next ten minutes, Andre continued to flick her with the whip faster and harder. She was now sweating and breathing deeply and rapidly. She was grinding her hips in response to the stimulus. Andre continued to flick her keeping her skin hot, her ass burning from the special attentions he was paying to it. 

Ann's breathing was become short and shuddering as she continued to work her over. Her sex wasn't hot. Her pussy was on fire. She felt the first dribbles of her juices sliding down her leg and she ground her hips in an effort to stimulate herself. With her legs open, she couldn't do anything. 

Andre worked over her back and up to her shoulders and saw her hair was damp. Ann was getting very hot right now, she was burning up. He considered her state, and decided as a novice she wouldn't be able to endure much more without cracking. 

Ann was panting and almost unable to think. She needed sex, now. She needed a big cock shoved into her now. She couldn't resist much longer. How long could Andre do this to her before he released her. Ann was completely helpless, and she was incredibly horny. She was in short, about to lose her damn mind. Finally she broke the silence. The silence she had invoked upon herself, broken before by now words, only yelps and gasps in pain and pleasure. "Please Andre."

"Yes Ann?" Andre asked as he flicked her sweet spot again, sending a surge of heat, and pleasure, to her pussy.

"Andre, release me. Let me down." Ann said in a shuddering halting voice. 

"Why Ann?" Andre asked as he flicked her ass again, the tips of the whip tails striking her sweet spot and sending another rush of heat, and pleasure to her pussy.

"Andre. Please." Ann said. She couldn't say what he wanted her to. She just couldn't say those words.

Andre flicked the whip along the inside of her thigh, and then on the opposite side. Ann moaned in response and lost control. She was grinding her hips constantly now. "Andre, fuck me. Let me down and fuck me damn you." 

Andre let the whip fall from his grasp and walked before her and knelt releasing first her left ankle and then her right. Ann surprised him then. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him towards herself. She wiggled and positioned her crotch over his and growled deep in her throat as she was able to rub her clit on something after all the stimulation she'd been denied. 

Andre reached up quickly and released her right wrist and then her left as he used one hand to support her weight. Ann's arm flew around his neck and she held herself until her other hand was free. With that hand she began to tear at his clothing. Trying to tear his shirt off. 

Ann was beyond conscious thought, she wasn't in control, her instincts and her desire to have sex had taken over. She was grinding herself onto Andre, and she wasn't concerned about anything except the need to be full. She needed his cock, in all its huge glory, and she needed it right now.

Andre used his strength and experience to ease her to the floor, where he had previously set a futon pad from storage. Ann wasn't letting him go, she was grasping at him and her hands now fumbled at his waist. Her eyes were glazed over and her wet lips were flushed red from the blood that was pounding in her system. She was beyond her ability to endure, or control her emotional state. 

Ann was trying to tear his pants from him. She needed him so much. Her center was so empty more empty than it had ever been before. She finally got his pants open and was not even going to pull them down, she reached inside, grasping for his cock. 

"Ann." Andre said as he gave himself the command to get hard, hoping he could do it before she tore his cock off. Finally he decided to control the encounter, to take control of her. He grasped her wrists and flung her backwards onto the mat, holding her in place with one hand while he arranged his cock to aim at her hungry cunt.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 10



Ann was grinding and moaning. She squirmed as Andre held her down, and she ground her hips upwards at him. Why didn't he fuck her?

Andre eased the head of his cock into her and she cried out her pleasure. As he slid his length into her sopping wet pussy she began her first climax shaking under him. He released her hands and she quickly wrapped them around his hips digging her nails into him. Drawing him deeper, showing she wasn't in pain, she wanted more, she wanted everything and she needed it now. 

"Hard Andre, now." Ann said between pants. "Harder." She demanded.

Andre began to pump himself into her, and then picked up the power of the thrusts. He slammed himself into her and she was meeting his thrusts by driving her pelvis up towards him. 

"Yes. God yes." Ann breathed as she felt another orgasm coming on. This one was bigger than the last. It was starting in her toes and waves of pure pleasure soon began to drown her. She tensed and pulsed as her sex gripped him instinctively. Andre rolled his hips and caused his pelvis to brush along her clit. Ann's climax peaked a bit higher and she dug her nails into him and moaned in pleasure. 

As she relaxed after the climax subsided, she slowly became more aware of herself, she was still needing more, but she was more conscious of herself, more in control. She looked up at Andre and saw him smiling. 

"Back with us mere mortals?" Andre asked.

Ann nodded. She leaned up and kissed him passionately, skipping the introductory meeting of lips, going straight for the tongue and the exploration. She wanted more. 

Andre withdrew and she cried out in sorrow. He rolled onto his back and positioned her astride him. She grasped for his long hard cock and positioned it at her entrance and then sank her pussy down on him. She began to rock and grind into him, and her clit danced in pleasure.

She rode him for a long time, looking at him from time to time, her eyes closed and just enjoying the sensation. Her orgasm started to build finally. 

Reaching up Andre grasped her breasts and began to pinch her nipples as Ann cried out announcing her third climax had arrived and she shook as it gripped her and pleasured her. 

Collapsing across his chest she felt his long hard cock inside her, pushing her still as Andre caressed her back and shoulders. 

Ann raised her head a bit and focused her blurry eyes on Andre. "Wow." 

Smiling Andre nodded and said. "Wow." 

"You didn't?"

Andre shook his head. 

"I think you should. Next one, your choice, position, I mean you choose the position. How would you like me?" Ann asked. She had a sudden desire to repay him for his service of her. 

Andre considered for just a moment. "Have you ever climaxed from doggy?"

Ann shook her head. "Nope." 

"You're about to." 

"Oh." Ann said and smiled. 

Andre rolled her off of him and positioned himself behind her. She spread her legs and looked over her shoulder at him. She felt him position himself at her wet entrance and she moaned as he entered her slowly. 
 Andre gave her a moment to get used to him again and then started the sliding in and out motion that was instinctive to all creatures. Soon Ann was thrusting back to impale herself upon his cock. She was really enjoying the sensations and Andre was playing her like a fiddle. His hand smacked her ass hard on each cheek. 

Ann threw her head back and groaned in pleasure as the heat pushed her arousal up again. She felt Andre's hand on her ass, and his thumb was brushing her asshole. She looked over her shoulder and Andre smacked her ass again as he thumbed her little rosebud. 

Ann felt her climax building. As she realized that Andre was going to wait until she told him to climax, Ann enjoyed her power over the situation. She pushed back harder, and Andre responded by increasing the tempo, and the force which he plowed into her. Ann's cunt was gripping his cock and she felt her orgasm washing over her. 

"Come on Andre, come with me." Ann cried as she climaxed. 

Andre's cock began to pulse and he shot his load deeply into Ann's cunt. 

They collapsed onto the futon and lay there soaked in sweat. Ann turned and looked at Andre after a short while and shook her head. "Where in God's name did you people come from?" She was still breathing hard. Never in her life had she had such energetic sex, never before had she enjoyed such a string of intense orgasms. It was unbelievable. 

Andre smiled and said. "I was born in San Diego, grew up there too." 

"You learned all this in San Diego?"

"No. I learned it in a farm house a few years ago." Andre answered.

Ann shook her head. "Wow. Wherever you learned it, it's incredible." 

*****

Diane had used the bathroom and then headed for Master Thomas's room. She stood before it and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Thomas opened the door and nodded once and waved her inside.

Diane stepped into the room and then hesitated. She hadn't been briefed, or instructed on what to do now. Should she kneel, or should she wait to be told what to do?

"Slave, when you enter a Master's room, you will kneel and await the Master's orders." Thomas said.

Diane knelt and placed her hands behind her and spread her knees widely to show she was offering all of herself to Master. "Yes Master, thank you Master, I didn't know what I was supposed to do." 

"You waited instead of trying to decide. That's good for a novice, you'll be told how to do things. If we want to see what you're thinking, we'll tell you to do what you think you should." Thomas said in explanation.

Diane felt butterflies in her stomach and nodded her head, keeping her head down submissively. She was afraid to look up. Master Thomas didn't have the power that Master Devon did, nor the incredible good looks that Master Andre did, he seemed to have some softer features in his face. It made him seem softer, kinder somehow, even when he was punishing you. Diane waited and felt his eyes traveling over her. She knew there wasn't much to see, and she believed her breasts were too small, her lips were too big, and her ass was too wide. Her head hung lower, passing submission, and entering shame.

"Why do you hang your head slave?" Thomas asked as he walked around her to sit in a chair before her. 

"Master, I know I'm not pretty, and I know I'm lucky to be here, and be a slave. I just wish I had more to offer you."

"Oh fishing for compliments? Let me guess, your tits aren't big enough right?" Thomas asked.

Hanging her head in shame she quietly answered. "Yes Master."

"I personally like small breasts, they're normally very sensitive. I love to put nipple clamps on girls like you. Ones with small bells, and put you in a chastity belt that vibrates, and every time you squirm, the bell goes to ringing." Thomas answered.

Diane smiled at the image. It would be torture to do that. Exquisite torture. She looked up expecting to see humor and saw none on the face of Master Thomas. "Really? You like little tits Master?"

"I like all tits. Big are fun to wrap in rope, small ones are fun because they're so sensitive. There is no right size, and no wrong size." Thomas said casually.

Diane hung her head again and this time said. "My lips are too big, way too big for my face." 

"You forgot to call me Master, I'll punish you for that in a moment. First, do you know what we boys call lips like you have? Big full lips?" Thomas asked.

"No Master. I'm sorry about forgetting to call you Master." Diane answered.

"We call them cock sucking lips. We know you're going to be a good cocksucker, because you have the lips and mouth for it." Thomas said easily. "Next thing you'll tell me that your ass is too big. Bullshit. It's perfect for whipping, spanking, and paddling. In fact, I need to start punishing it more, get you used to being spanked, and later fucked in that beautiful ass." 

Diane smiled slightly. He had just promised her pain, and pleasure, and called her ass beautiful. Master Thomas appreciated what she was, and what she had. 

"Master Andre wanted to use you tonight, did you know that?" Thomas asked casually. "He's tied up himself, so I got you first." 

Diane looked up shocked. Master Andre was beautiful, blond, strong, and very good looking. "Really Master?"

"Oh I suppose you would rather be with Master Andre?" 

"No Master, that's not what I meant. I love all the Masters, I really do. I was just surprised that Master Andre would want me when Jeannette and Geneva are here. They're more beautiful than I am is all I meant." Diane stammered quickly.

Thomas grunted his acceptance of her explanation. The plan was going well, she was starting to appreciate her attributes, and the truth was her view of herself was too harsh, and her wilted wallflower behavior was based upon that view. "Enough of this chat Slave, I didn't bring you here to discuss these things." 

Diane straightened slightly, she didn't want to disappoint Master Thomas, not in the least. "Yes Master, I'm sorry Master." 

"First, I suppose we should give you your punishment for forgetting to call me Master. If we don't, you'll start demanding that we date you. Dinner and a movie and lace wrapped presents for a moment of your time." Thomas said dismissively. 

"No Master, I'm here to please you Master." 

Thomas directed her to the bed and punishment position number two. She was on all fours in a moment, her ass directed upwards as Thomas stepped to her with a woven leather crop that appeared more like a carpet beater. He quickly and efficiently snapped out ten hard lashes across her ass. She jumped at every one, they were harder than she was used to, and stung worse. 

Thomas finished, and began to rub his hand across her ass. "Oh yes, I'm looking forward to anal training you slave. I can't wait until you're bouncing on my cock and coming without permission from all the pleasure you'll have." 

"Master, I'm afraid of that training." Diane admitted.

"Not to worry my little slave. I'll be gentle while we train you, saving you until you're more experienced before I plow into that ass so violently, and by then you'll be begging for it." Thomas said as he caressed her head. 

"Yes Master." Diane said.

"Slave, Mouth." Thomas directed and Diane quickly turned and assumed a low kneeling position, her mouth at his crotch level. Thomas undressed quickly and lay down on his bed. He waved her to him and said. "Let me play with your cunt while you show me how much you've learned in oral arts slave." 

Diane nodded and positioned herself as directed. She began to lick and suck on Master's beautiful cock. He was about eight inches, perhaps a little less, but more than seven as she got him hard. She dreamed of having that cock deep in her pussy. 

The stinging of the whip, and his caresses and finger probing of her pussy had her damp, and then wet as she got him hard. He caressed and stroked her clit from time to time, sending little shocks of electric pleasure through her. 

"Slave, straddle me, cunt." Thomas said casually. "Fuck me slave." 

Diane lifted her head and smiled at him. "Yes Master." Here was an order she'd truly enjoy. 

"Slave, you may not come without permission. If you do, I'll be very disappointed." Thomas threatened.

"Yes Master, only with permission." Diane said as she slid his length into herself. Oh, she had better get permission soon. It felt so good to have him inside her. He filled and stretched her cunt amazingly. 

Thomas smiled and decided to torture her a bit. He stroked her pelvic bone increasing the heat she was feeling, and then he reached down and stroked her clit with his thumb. 

"Oh Master, please let me come." Diane begged as he fucked her.

"Not yet slave." Thomas said. Then he reached up and caressed her breasts, stroking the sensitive underside. 

"Please Master, I'm going to come, I can't hold it." 

"Ask me again slave, beg me." Thomas demanded as he picked up the pace, fucking her harder now. Thrusting upwards to meet her. 

"Please Master, please I need to come now." Diane said panting desperately.

"Very well slave. You may come now." Thomas said as he pinched her nipples and thrust deeply within her. 

Diane was biting her lip until he said yes, then she quit fighting the orgasm and climaxed as she rode him and cried out in passion. 

Thomas watched her come and almost smiled. She was getting the fucking she'd hoped for, and was under the impression that she was servicing him in the process. She bucked in the grips of the climax, and as she became aware of him again, she blinked rapidly and began to ride him again. 

Diane sheepishly realized while she was coming, she had stopped servicing Master Thomas, and that wasn't something she wanted to do.

Thomas rolled her over and she complied pulling her legs up and out of the way. Her cunt was wide open to him as he began to fuck her hard and fast. 

Diane worked to breath, and it wasn't easy. He was driving the air out of her. She was panting rapidly as he pummeled her pussy. She felt another orgasm building, but she couldn't catch her breath, or think clearly enough to ask permission. She came again as he pounded into her. 

Thomas smiled, he had another reason to punish her, and now he was about ready to relax his control and let his own climax overtake him. 

Diane was seeing things through a tunnel. Her vision was blurry and she knew she was getting the fucking of a lifetime at the hands of Master Thomas. She couldn't think clearly about this, but she knew it just the same. Thomas continued to pound into her and she felt a third climax coming over her. This time she resolved to ask permission.

"Master, please let me come."

Thomas smiled and shook his head. "Not yet slave." 

"Master." Was all Diane got out of the second request. His angle shifted and he was tapping her clit on every thrust. She couldn't hold it back any more. She came and this time she couldn't help her response of digging her nails into him. She drove her pelvis upwards, trying to meet the fury of the thrusts. 

Thomas climaxed as she did. He pumped hard and deep into her. He balls were tight and pumping rapidly. Diane felt this and felt so wonderful with his cock pulsing deeply within her. 

Thomas rolled off of her, and lay there beside Diane as she tried to compose herself. When her breathing had slowed, she looked at him with love and amazement in her eyes.

"Slave, you're supposed to be cleaning my cock. You always clean the Master afterwards." 

Diane looked shocked for a moment. Not at the request, but that she had forgotten. She twisted and threw herself at his cock. Taking it in her hand, she began to lick and suck it clean. It was slimy from her own pussy, and this was the first time she'd tasted her own juices mixed with come, but she was a long time lesbian, and the flavor of pussy was good to her. As she licked it she began to apologize. "Oh Master, I'm so sorry master. Please forgive me." 

"Two orgasm's without permission, and you forgot to clean Master's cock. Hell, we should call you Princess instead of slave." Thomas chided her.

"I'm sorry Master. I tried to ask you but I couldn't breath." Diane said as she looked the cock over critically making sure she'd cleaned it well enough. She sucked it again to make sure it was clean and ready for whatever he wanted next.

"Well, I'll forgive the cock cleaning delay, you're inexperienced. However, it will be punishment for the orgasms. Those are mine, to give you if or when I choose. They are not yours to take as you please." 

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." 

Then Thomas told her the punishment. "Tomorrow you'll wear shoes, all day. Ankle strap heels on those feet slave. I have a pair that should fit you." Thomas had gotten them in the same size she wore. "You will spend lunch in the Master's dining room. Kneeling with bells dangling from your tits slave. For each ding we hear, you'll be whipped one time." 

"Yes Master." Diane said. 

"I understand that Master Devon will be assigning a slave to help in the kitchen after lunch, you'll be that slave, you will train in the morning, and help Chef in the afternoon." Thomas said.

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." 

"Now, lay quietly, and if you wake me, you'll be wearing a gag and serving tray at lunch as well." Thomas said as he casually flicked the blanket across himself and accidentally covered her as well. 

Diane lay down and smiled in a most satisfied way. The punishment would suck, but the glow she felt made it worth it. Master Thomas had certainly pleasured her, while she was pleasing him. God he was good in bed. 

***** Geneva knocked on the door to Mistress Rebecca's room. During the last six days, she had never seen Mistress Rebecca wearing anything other than pants. Now she answered the door wearing only a red silk robe. There was nothing obviously showing under the robe. 

"Excellent Geneva, I see you're on time, and I'm going to assume ready to attend me?" Rebecca said.

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said. She was almost quivering in anticipation. 

"Come here, and kneel and await my pleasure slave." Rebecca ordered pointing to a spot on the floor near the bed. 

Geneva walked in and knelt. She tried to lower her head but the posture collar prevented it. 

"I see you're still wearing the collar and corset. That's good. It will keep you from slouching and insulting me." Rebecca said casually as she closed the door. 

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said. 

Walking to the Monkey Rocker Rebecca knelt beside it. "This is your reward, if you please me Slave." She rocked the seat forward and back and Geneva's eyes got wide as she saw the big purple vibrator shaped like a cock thrusting upwards as it moved. 

"Yes Mistress, I'll do it Mistress." Geneva promised.

"If you please me, I'll allow you to pleasure yourself on this. If you fail me, I'll guarantee that you are wearing a torture device tomorrow. We call it the Chastity torture. It vibrates at random, keeping you always on edge, never letting you come. In your case, as horny as you usually are, it would be hell on earth." Rebecca threatened.

"I'll do anything Mistress, you know that." 

"Yes I do, because you're a needy little slut who still wants to be humiliated. I'll comply for now, until you learn to serve us out of love." Rebecca said as she stood and opened her robe. "Live test time slave, don't disappoint me." 

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said.

"Stand, and into punishment position, so I can remove your collar and corset." Rebecca ordered now nude herself. 

Geneva complied and Mistress Rebecca removed the collar, and then unfastened the straps holding the corset in place. She tossed it aside casually. Then she walked to the bed and lay on it with her legs dangling over the edge. "Now Slave, show me your skills." 

Geneva knelt before her Mistress's cunt and began to tease and lick the thighs first. Doing what she'd been taught, and what she'd felt from the more advanced students, well Diane and the only truly qualified slave, Jeannette.

Rebecca noticed that Geneva was attempting advanced techniques, and approved of that. It meant that while she wasn't doing them quite right, she was trying to bring as much pleasure to Mistress as she could. 

Geneva licked and sucked on Mistress for nearly twenty minutes before Rebecca came. Then Geneva did a trick that Jeannette had done, or attempted the trick, of trapping the clit and sucking it between her lips and tickling it with her tongue.

Rebecca noticed the station ten trick, and knew that Geneva had felt it from Jeannette. No one else had learned that trick yet. She gave herself the second orgasm command and came powerfully to the stimulus. 

"That's enough slave, I'm pleased. I even noticed you were doing things that were too advanced for you. Not perfectly, but well enough for now." Rebecca said. "I'm pleased that you were interested enough in my pleasure to even attempt those tricks."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 11



Pt. 11: Training Cathy.

Cathy and David arrived at the Academy, and Cathy was fuming. David had first decreed that she had to come here for two weeks. He was going to be in Europe on Business, and she wasn't coming with him, nor was she going to be bouncing around in the apartment. She was going to school to be a slave. Then he had made her wear this fucking green skirt that clashed horribly with her hair. 

Cathy had pouted, begged, and finally David had told her. Go to the school, or move out. If you safe word at the school, don't bother coming to New York, there wont be anything here for you. So Cathy had hooked her wagon to the gravy train, and now she had to endure this humiliation for two fucking weeks. 

Devon greeted them in his office, and Jeannette brought the Masters cups of coffee. None for me noticed Cathy as she sat and pouted. Jeannette ignored Cathy, and stared at the leg of the desk, awaiting instructions from Master Devon. 

Finally Devon said. "OK Cathy. Here's the contract. Its time limit is filled out for two weeks. I need to fill in a safe word, one that will end play, and send you on your way. That is what safe word does here. Then I need you to sign it." 

Cathy looked imploringly at David. "Sir, don't make me do this. I'll be good. I'll come with you to Europe, and wait patiently for you to come to the hotel and relax you after work." 

"Cathy, we talked about that. No. Now sign it or we can go back to New York and you can move your things out of my apartment." David said firmly.

Cathy looked at the document defeated. She put her safe word into the blank. Making sure to print it carefully. Then she looked at David with tears in her eyes, and he almost relented, she could see it. He wavered. 

Then Devon interrupted her last trick and said. "David, when you return from Europe, we'll set you up in a Guest room, they're on this level down the hall here." Devon gestured. "We'll go over what we trained her in, and what we feel she could still learn. We'll teach you her commands, and allow you to test drive our efforts so to speak." 

Cathy glared at Devon and he utterly ignored her. She looked down and signed her name on the line. Damn that Devon, Damn it David. Damn that Jeannette and Diane. Damn it all to hell. 

"Ok, that looks fine Cathy." Devon said. "If you don't object David, we'd like to get started. There is still plenty of daylight to get her training going." 

"Uh. Oh. Sure Devon." David said as he broke out of the compassionate feelings he was having for Cathy. He leaned over and kissed her gently and said. "Work hard sweetheart, and I'll be back before you know it." 

Cathy reached for her bag to stand and follow Jeannette when Devon's voice stopped her. "If you take Birth Control pills, give them to Jeannette, otherwise leave the bag there." 

Cathy glared at him and said. "These are my clothes, make up, and brushes, things like that." 

"You won't need them, give Jeannette any meds you have, and leave the bag." Devon said again. 

Cathy reached into her bag and rummaged around, finding her pills and handed them to Jeannette. She set the bag down and followed Jeannette out of the office. 

"David, now you and I need to talk about limits. Anything you don't want me to do?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"David, forgive me. She's willful, disobedient, and uses her feminine charms to get her way. To a certain extent, she manipulates you. Her beauty is great, and she knows it is." Devon explained. "I need to take her pride in her beauty away, and give her pride in service. That may mean extreme means." 

"How extreme?" David asked. 

Devon noticed and ignored the fact that David didn't comment on the manipulation. Apparently he's figured it out since their last visit. "If I can find no other way to get through her pride, I'd like to have permission to shave her head." 

"What?" 

"David, she's incredibly proud of her hair, the light strawberry blond hair is her identity, as is her beauty. She sees herself as beautiful woman who's won you. I want her to see herself as a slave who's honored to serve you." 

"Shave her head?" 

"A last resort. I wouldn't possibly even consider it before Wednesday, or perhaps Thursday, and only if we've made no progress before then." Devon said. 

"Will it be that tough?" 

"With only two weeks before your first examination of our efforts, yes. Teaching her the tricks isn't that tough, we can do many of them. Improve her oral arts, improve her ballet and poise. Even give her a small amount of cunt control. However David, we want to give you the slave you always wanted, and that means bringing her inner submissive to the surface, and that's hard, for anyone else, it would be impossible" 

"I don't know, I kind of like her hair." David said. "Call me, you have the number, if you feel it's the only way, we'll discuss it." 

Devon bowed his head. "Thank you David, by not rejecting it, you're convinced that I really am trying to do what's best for her, and you. I appreciate your confidence in me." 

"You know Devon, I really love her. I really do. I understand she's manipulating me, and I can't seem to find a way to stop her. This is a godsend. You can do what I could never bring myself to do." David said. "Be careful though, she's part witch, she'll try and ensnare your heart." 

"Our hearts are not capable of being snared. I saw that in her by the way my friend. Andre, who is himself very good looking, tall blond, athletic, and hung like a horse, is going to be her oral arts instructor. He has instructions, which he'll carry out, to treat her with disdain and with mocking comments about her appearance." Devon said. "I hope to have her looking at her soul tomorrow, or Wednesday. If I can do that, and get her to see what she is, then you'll have a much more submissive mate upon your return, a woman worthy of your love David." 

David stood and shook Devon's hand. "Thank you, you could have been cruel or dismissive about my admission. You were supportive instead. Thank you Devon." 

"It's my pleasure David. This may be a short path, or a long one, but we'll walk it together friend." Devon said simply.

David left and ignored Cathy's bag on the floor. He was on his way back to New York, and then on his jet to Europe to pick up the pieces of a merger gone wrong in Brussels. 

Devon walked past the bag without looking and spoke into his radio. "Rebecca, you're up." 

"Certainly Devon." Rebecca said charmingly. "I do love being first." 

Jeannette was arguing with Cathy. "You have to take your clothes off. Master wants us nude, we are nude." 

"I'm not stripping down and prancing around naked. I don't care what you say Jeannette. Fuck you, fuck Devon, and fuck this place." Cathy said. It was time to put her foot down. Someone had to know she was in charge. 

Jeannette nodded and raised her wrist. "Master, Cathy refuses to undress." 

Devon walked in to the room in under two minutes. He walked slowly and stopped at Jeannette. "You were told to have her undress. Why did you fail?" 

"Master, I relayed your instructions. She refuses." 

"Cathy, knock this nonsense off, get out of those clothes now." Devon said.

"Fuck that. You want to teach me to suck a dick better, fine. I can do that dressed." 

Devon took one step towards her. "Cathy, perhaps you don't understand, so I'm going to explain to you. I would honestly prefer you to safe word. That would be much easier for all of us. If you don't safe word, you will obey, starting right now." Devon's tone was low, dangerous, commanding. 

"Why do I have to be nude?" Cathy asked.

"Because Master has said so. That is enough for a slave. Now, if you don't safe word, I'll tear those clothes from your precious little ass princess, and beat you until your backside is covered in bruises." Devon said. "I've spoken to David, and he's given me permission to cut your hair if I can't get you to obey any other way." 

Cathy moved a hand to her hair. "You didn't. He'd never give you permission." 

"I told him extreme measures were in order. He agreed. He cares for you, for some reason. However he's unwilling to be manipulated any longer. Either you shape up, or you're out Cathy. So strip and shut the fuck up."

"He loves my hair." Cathy said with tears in her eyes. "He'd never allow you to cut it." 

"He wouldn't leave you here with us. He'd never send you away from his side. How many other 'He'll never do' were broken by just dropping you off as he did?" Devon asked.

Cathy looked ready to cry and Devon sighed. "Fine, since you insist on this nonsense. I have a dress you can wear. Take that off, and give it to Jeannette. She'll give you what you can wear while you're here." 

Cathy assuming she'd won, and wore him down already smiled and said. "Thank you Master." It was said in a very cheerful voice. She reached for her blouse and turned away modestly and Devon turned to go. "I'll send it up with Jeannette when we have your clothes." 

Jeannette managed to keep a straight face. She'd seen the dress, and knew Cathy would shit herself rather than wear it. Devon detoured downstairs and explained the delay to Rebecca who howled in laughter. 

Jeannette returned and handed Cathy the dress and struggled to maintain a straight face at the look on Cathy's. Cathy was horrified at the polyester housecoat style of shapeless awful colored disaster. "He can't be serious."


"He is, and if you're not down in Ballet in about two minutes, Mistress Rebecca is going to fail you. Which means you'll have to retrain instead of sleeping tonight. That by the way is very expensive and painful." Jeannette said.

Cathy put the dress on and with as much dignity as she could manage strode from her room without a door, she'd forgotten about the door when she was trying to get Devon to relent, and followed Jeannette downstairs. 

"Good Lord Jeannette, where did you find this pigeon toed baboon?" Rebecca asked.

"Mistress this is slave Cathy, she's here to be trained." Jeannette said.

Rebecca sat down and rubbed her forehead as though trying to get rid of a headache. "I can't teach her while she's wearing that tent. Cathy take it off and walk across the room." 

"Master Devon said I could wear this." Cathy explained. 


"Yes. Not in my class though. Take it off and do what your told." Rebecca hesitated one moment and then she was a blur of motion. In two seconds Cathy was laying on the ground with a stinging handprint glowing on her face. She cried out in pain and shock and stared at Rebecca. "You can't hit me bitch?" 

Rebecca manhandled her to the punishment bar and hung her from it. She said to Jeannette. "Tell Master Devon she failed her first Ballet class. No bread for with meals, no blankets, no juice, water only. Tell him she'll be more malleable for her next class." Then she pulled the dress up and over Cathy's head and went to town on her backside. 

Twenty lashes later, Cathy was hanging limply from the bar, tears wetting her cheeks. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll do it. Please no more." 

"Now that's better. At least your attitude has improved. Now about this dress of yours, I think you need to understand something." Rebecca tapped her shoulder with the cane. "You are a slave, and on display, you are not to hide yourself from us. You are offering all of yourself to us in fact. If we wanted, we could declare you un-trainable, and spend the next two weeks butt fucking you morning noon and night. I'd personally love to take my biggest strap on and shove it so far up your ass you'll taste it."  

"Please Mistress, please I'll do whatever you say." 

"Yes you will." Rebecca said. She released Cathy's hands and then said. "Take that fucking dress off, and if you beg me nicely, I'll do you a favor and insure you lose Clothes, so you're not humiliated wearing that thing." 


"Yes Mistress." Cathy took the dress off. OK, open defiance wasn't working. That was painfully obvious, with emphasis on the painful. Now, it was time to try to feign obedience and see who she could get to fall in love with her looks. 

Rebecca was obviously not the person, she was fast, and she was fucking stronger than she looked. Probably a dyke, they're always supposed to be strong, or so Cathy had heard. 

Until lunch the cane was striking Cathy. Short sharp stinging snaps of that damn reed that left red welts on her fair skin. She finally managed to assume stand, and walk without more than a few taps of the cane. 

"Satisfactory slave." Rebecca grudgingly admitted. "Good enough to leave that dress here. Get to lunch, down the hall, last door at the end. Straight through. You can't miss it unless you make a wrong turn." 

"Yes Mistress." Cathy said in faux submission. She looked at the dress. No real loss there. Perhaps Master Devon would let her wear a cute little shirt thing like Jeannette has. 

Following the hall she found the dining hall, and got her next shock. "Geneva? What are you doing here?" 

Geneva was sitting totally nude and wearing a blue collar, the same color as Diane was wearing. She was eating quickly. "I'm a house slave. Thanks Cathy, if you hadn't told me about this place, I'd be up in Boston living with my Liberated Aunt." 

"But, you're not a slave are you?" Cathy asked astounded.

"Yeah. Hurry up. You barely have enough time to eat. You have oral arts with Master Andre at one. I'll get you there, then I have to get to Ballet with Mistress Rebecca." Geneva said.

Cathy looked at the bowl of stew and shook her head. "Ew. I'm not eating that." 

"Fine, can I have some?" Diane asked.

"Split it with you." Jeannette said.

"Three way." Geneva added. 

"Not our first." Diane said smiling.

"What else do we get?" Cathy asked as the trio dug into her stew.

"We get this. You didn't want it, so we got it." Jeannette said. "I don't get any bread either. Master took it to punish me." 

"You know, we don't have to do this, we can tell them no." Cathy said, deciding that she could get them to revolt. 

Geneva shook her head. "Hell no. This place is great. How did you like Mistress Rebecca?" 

"She's a total bitch." Cathy said. 

Geneva looked at her seriously. "You must not talk about Mistress that way. She's trying to help you, help us. We're lucky to be here." 

Diane glared at her. "Don't you dare badmouth master." 

Jeannette finished her bowl. "I love the chicken stew. OK, everyone back to work. Geneva, you've got ballet. You take Cathy to oral arts. Show her where the bathroom is. Diane, go help chef. I've got to get back to work too." 

Cathy took her empty stomach and followed Geneva to her next class. Oral Arts. She entered and found a gorgeous blond guy waiting for her. 

"Hello Slave Cathy, I'm Master Andre, and this is oral arts. We want to see how far we can get you before we run out of time. I'm given to understand that you're reasonably talented, so we think we can get you through the basics today. Then we can start on advanced tomorrow." 

She smiled shyly at him, turning on her coy needing protection charm to the max. "Oh Yes Master. I'm very good at sucking a cock." 

"That's nice. Now, let's start with station one." Andre said. "That would be the cunt to your right slave." 

Cathy turned and made a face. "I don't do girls." 

"You do now. Get to it slave, mimic the motions on screen. If you can paint a fence, you can pass station one." 

Cathy considered protesting, and then decided it wouldn't be worth it to upset the cute guy. She concentrated and worked at it and sure enough. She had task complete in about thirty minutes. 

"Not bad, not bad. Diane had it in fifteen her first time. But she wants to please us so that's not too bad." Andre said. "Now try station two, this cock over here." 

Cathy knelt at it and looked at Andre temptingly as she licked and sucked it. 

"Cathy, you're getting red lights, adjust your technique to the screen." Andre said ignoring her invitation.

"Master, I'm much better with flesh and blood." She breathed at him. Open invitation to let me suck your cock. Come on you sucker; let me show you what I can do.

"I suppose so. You'd have to be better. It would be difficult to be worse." Andre said. 

Cathy turned back to the dick. A dyke for a ballet instructor, and a fag for oral arts. He had to be gay, that was the only reason.

Andre fought a smile down, it was pathetic. She was throwing herself at him, and he wasn't even noticing. Treat her with disdain.

"Slave, love the cock, it's master for this exercise, to keep me from getting bored by amateurs." 

Cathy felt humiliation well within her. That bastard called her an amateur? She could blow anyone, and do it well. He had to be gay, that was all there was to it. She adjusted her pose to show her well-shaped ass off to her instructor, letting him glimpse the goodies. She glanced at him now and then and he wasn't looking at her ass. He had to be a fucking fag. 

She managed to finish station two, once she gave up trying to entice him, and paid attention to the screen. 

"Pathetic. I'm going to advise Master Devon that you are at best, a novice in the oral arts. Hardly the moderately skilled student I was led to believe was coming." Andre pointed towards the door. "You have an hour before dinner. Use the restroom and then assist the slaves on the cleaning detail.

Cathy rose and grumbled out of the classroom. He was so good looking, too bad he was gay. It might have been fun to spend some time with him getting trained. His crotch showed a sizable cock hanging down, but always down, it never twitched at her antics.  

Andre almost burst into laughter at her behavior. He walked out a minute later and went to admin. Rebecca was typing her report and he sat next to her. "Did you have fun training our little slave?" Andre asked.

"Oh yes. She refused orders and everything. Then she decided that defiance wasn't going to work, so she became quite submissive then." Rebecca said chuckling.

"She did everything but beg me to fuck her, and was so angry that I ignored her and called her technique pathetic. She was outraged that I would call her a novice at the oral arts." Andre said. "God, it was all I could do not to laugh. I wish I had a video of her waving her ass at me trying to get me to check out the box, like it was something awesome." 

Devon chuckled as he walked up. "I wonder how she's going to enjoy cunt control with Thomas?" 

"Send Jeannette with her, and get her to see and better yet feel Jeannette's rippling of her muscles." 

Devon nodded. "Good idea Andre, consider it done." 

Ann was at her desk. "You all are sadist you know that." 

"Yeah, goes with the job." Andre said. "You have to enjoy tormenting people to be good at this." Andre looked directly at Ann as he said the last bit. 

Ann blushed remembering herself hung from the chains, panting, aching for sex, needing him so badly she couldn't think straight. Finally begging Andre to release her, and then fuck her hard. "I suppose, I may need some education on that. Any good books to read up on it?" 

Andre laughed and said. "Yeah, they're on your reading list." Then he finished his report and headed into the lounge area for a drink. 

Devon said. "Ann, the schedule for tonight is Geneva in sleep training, in the cage. Diane in her own bed, and Jeannette on duty with Geneva and Cathy. Diane's getting her laser hair done Wednesday, and I'm planning on you and Thomas escorting her. It's a little painful, and will leave her suffering from a bad sunburn. Get her home, and upstairs and into bed. Geneva has some cream or something to help the healing and take the sting out." 

"Oh how generous Devon, won't the other masters disapprove of you caring for a slave?" Ann said mockingly.

"I don't care." Devon said and went to his office.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 11



Rebecca laughed. "Don't bother fencing with him. He'll do what he thinks is right, for the slave, and us. If you want him to jump your bones, just ask."

Ann stood up and said. "Honestly I'm all jumped out for a while." 

"Andre has that effect on me too." Rebecca said as Ann left the room. "Leaves me satisfied for some time." 

Ann shook her head and smiled. The bad part is, that's absolutely true. God he was great last night. Stretching and filling her, wiggling his hips to push her in places that she hadn't known about until arriving here. 

Cathy cleaned a bathroom and then washed up and went to dinner. This time it was a bowl full of roast pork and rice and some vegetables. She stared at it. It smelled wonderful, but looked like what you give a prisoner. "Can't we have a plate, or something?" 

"Master gives us food, that's all we need. We're not worth the effort to present it." Jeannette said. "We're slaves, this is what we eat." 

Cathy started eating, and it tasted pretty good. She ate faster, hunger from skipping lunch urging her on. Drinking the water on her tray and looking longingly at the juice the others had she sighed. "Is Andre Gay?" 

Jeannette looked up shocked. "What?" 

"Andre, is he gay?" 

"Master Andre, never forget the master. No he's not. He'll sleep with boys too, but he's wonderful in bed. He's got nine inches, or maybe more." Jeannette said dreamily. "He pushes you in places you thought were rumors." 

"Could have fooled me." Cathy grumped. "He wouldn't let me try my skills on him instead of the damn plastic." 

"Why?" Jeannette said. "I mean, why did you want to do him instead? You can't make him come if he doesn't want to." 

"Honey, you just let me at him, and I'll get him shooting a load to the moon." Cathy said. 

Jeannette shook her head. "No you won't. Not unless he wants to. You could suck from now till Christmas, and he'd still be as long and as hard as he wants. He's been taught erection and ejaculation control." 

"You're kidding." Cathy said. "How do they do that?" 

"They get a slave to suck on them, and they resist the urge to grow hard. Then with no stimulation, they get hard when they want. Same thing with climax. They come when they want, not before." Jeannette said.

"Trust me, I'm not that good at oral sex, but I managed to make Master Devon come, and there is no way that a level one slave should be able to do that. So either he did it on his own, or he relaxed and allowed me to pleasure him. Either way, it was a nice graduation." Geneva said smiling.

"Graduation?" 

"Sure, you graduate from level one with a practical test. In this case, all we've been taught, which is oral arts." Diane said. "I blew Master Devon too. Then last night, Master Thomas took me to his bed. It was nice. He's gentle, and kind. So long as you're trying to please him." 

"You have Master Thomas next, in cunt control. In fact you've got to get going Cathy." Jeannette said. "You'll be late. Master Thomas doesn't like that." 

"Thanks gang." Cathy said with a smile. Thomas, so he was the softy. No problem, she'd have him eating out of her hand. What in the hell is cunt control?

"Cunt control slave is managing to squeeze your muscles to please your master. The muscles in your cunt. This is very difficult, and is very advanced. So far, Jeannette and Rebecca are the only ones to get the six sensor probe rippling. That means squeezing their muscles in a milking action." Thomas said. "Now hop up on the table, and let's get started shall we?" 

Cathy gave him a small smile as she slid up on the table. "Master, I've never done this before, does the probe hurt?" She asked with a come hither pout to her lips.

"No, it's small. The command is slave cunt, and upon that command start rubbing your cunt so it gets ready. Go ahead." Thomas said as he went to the shelf. 

Cathy started slowly rubbing herself, sure she could interest Master Thomas. Her strawberry pubic hair was trimmed, exposing her lips, but showing she was a real redhead too. 

As he turned around with the probe, she licked her lips while looking at him. Time to be obvious. Come on boy, slide that thing in me and we'll rock your world. He smeared some lubricant on the probe and then said. "Here we go." 

Then the son of a bitch shoved that cold metal thing up in her. She gasped. "God damn that's cold." 

"Yeah well, it's OK, perhaps it will cool off that cunt that apparently has you acting like you can entice me. Silly slave." Thomas said. "We'll fuck you if we want, not when you want us to slave." 

Cathy glared at him and then lay back. On the ceiling was a computer monitor and it showed a diagram of a female pussy, and she saw the probe represented. The computer screen said. "Squeeze." She concentrated and finally managed to squeeze her klegal muscle. A green light came on, then it said squeeze again. She did so a little faster. She did this ten more times. Finally the computer said. "Task complete." 

Thomas who was watching the screen said. "Good, you'll be fine in this class. Tomorrow we'll start on the two sensor probe." Then he pulled the probe out without a hello or call you in the morning. Cathy shuddered as it left her. Damn him and his cavalier manner. 

"It's late, You've got about fifteen minutes to use the bathroom and get to your room for lights out. Jeannette will tuck you in then." Thomas said. "Off with you slave." 

Cathy stomped out and hit the restroom. Then she went upstairs and found her room. It was the only one without a door. She sat down on the futon and saw her clothes were not here. She pouted as sounds of talking came down the hall. "Just relax, and try and sleep. It's rough at first, but you'll be fine." 

"OK. I was sorry I woke up Mistress Rebecca. She was really pissed." Geneva answered Jeannette. 

Jeannette said. "One second, I have to lock her in. Keep her from wondering off. She's a rebellious little slave." Then Jeannette came in and said. "I'm locking you to the wall. If an emergency arises, pull that string, the chain detaches from the wall. You can't get it back in without a ladder, and you don't have a ladder. If you pull it by mistake, you'll be sleeping in a cage tomorrow night. If you sleep." Then she connected the chain to the collar that Cathy had been given. "No blankets, no sheets, no pillows. Tomorrow, if you try harder, they may give you blanket, it's warm enough up here, you'll be fine." 

Cathy glared at Jeannette and her cheerful slave bit. Geneva was locked in the cage and Jeannette checked the settings and said. "Here we go, cage is hot, don't touch it." 

Then Jeannette closed the door and walked to Admin to get the alarms set the way she wanted. The first one went off almost immediately. Taking the radio receiver she saw Master Devon had his panel active, he was listening too. Jeannette went upstairs to his room and knocked softly. She reported and he nodded. 

"Yeah, Cathy's started crying, hoping someone will feel sorry for her and take pity on her poor abused self." 

Jeannette looked disgusted. "Spoiled little slave." Then she looked down. "Sorry Master." 

Devon nodded. "I'll forgive that one Jeannette. Wake me if you need to. See you in the morning." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and went to the hallway and pulled out a chair softly. She sat down gently and waited. The alarm sounded in control and in her earpiece. Geneva was getting shocked fairly regularly. Cathy had started to cry louder, and then slowly stopped when no one came to her rescue. 

Jeannette had to cover her mouth when Cathy's voice echoed down the hallway. "Well shit." Cathy was starting to learn that her tricks didn't work here. Tomorrow, she'd have a bad day indeed.

A couple hours of alarms later Cathy's voice again echoed down the hallway. "I want my bed. I want five hundred count sheets, and I want something to drink. I need a drink damn it." 

Jeannette smiled and went back to waiting and listening for a problem. A real problem, a spoiled little girl wasn't a problem; it was what they did here. Take spoiled little children, and turn them into slaves.

At six thirty, Geneva was sobbing in pain and sorrow. She hadn't slept at all. That meant for two nights she'd had nearly no sleep. Mistress Rebecca punishing her for waking her up. This was just as bad, or perhaps not as bad, at least Mistress wasn't displeased with her.

Jeannette went to Master Devon's room and knocked softly on the door. She heard the usual come in, and found him dressed sitting at a small table and looking pensive. 

"Jeannette. Good, right on time. I heard some of Cathy's outbursts, she wants a bed and sheets and all that." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. "Geneva got about an hour and a half of sleep." 

"Probably feels like she didn't get any." Devon said smiling. "At least that's how I remember it."
 "Yes Master, I remember it the same way." Jeannette said. 

"Cathy to ballet after breakfast, then to lunch and oral arts. Then dinner and cunt training. Diane to oral arts. Then in to help Chef. Geneva, let's give her some chores, to keep her moving. Cleaning the upper floors today, and the guest rooms. She'll fail in the classes anyway. Let me know later if you think we should give her a night in her own room, no playtime, just a night down later." Devon said. 

"Yes Master. I think that might be a good idea, but I'll let you know later." Jeannette said. "She's sobbing right now, close to the breaking point. Two nights of this in a row is going to hurt, especially when we need her fairly awake in case of a medical problem." 

"Just what I was thinking Jeannette, just what I was thinking." Devon said softly. "I'll have Ann in with Rebecca this morning, and then I'll probably tour the facility this afternoon with her to bring her up to date." 

"Yes Master. She's coming along fine. She's starting to get the idea that in a way, we're children, and need the guidance." Jeannette said. 

"Good, forget to call her Mistress today, see if she picks up on it." Devon said.

"Yes Master." 

"That's it, let's get them up and running." Devon said. 

Jeannette was off and running. First to get Diane and then to wake the trainees. 

Cathy was horrified when she realized that she had to use a toilet in front of other people. While she hesitated the trio was off and in the showers. Cathy was dawdling hoping for some privacy. 

"Cathy, you have to hurry. The only time you have to spare is breakfast. That means you won't eat." Geneva said. "It's not like we don't pee and poop too." 

"Geneva, I can't do this. I can't live like this." Cathy said lowering her head in shame. 

"Damn it Cathy, you have a great guy, who cares for you. All he wants is for you to live up to what you've been pretending to be." Geneva said.

"I'm not a dyke like that fucking Roberta or you." Cathy snapped back angrily.

Geneva started moving and Jeannette turned her around with a twist on her shoulder. 

"Geneva, you're past level one. You know the rules." Jeannette said.

"You heard what she said." 

"I know you're not a dyke." Jeannette said. "You're like me, sexual, desiring to please your master." 

Cathy had been scared for a moment, Geneva was a soldier, and had fought in Iraq. Cathy had gotten by on her looks and abilities. "Bitch." Cathy tossed out. Perhaps if she could get someone else in trouble, they'd go easier on her.

Geneva looked at Jeannette and then nodded. "I know. Diane told me the story." 

Then Cathy was surprised to see Geneva approach the collection of watches by the sinks. She picked one up and pushed the button. "Master." 

"Yes Geneva." Devon's voice came out of the tiny speaker. 

"I've been bad." 

"See me after breakfast, and we'll talk about it." Devon said.

"Yes Master."

"Why did you say anything?" Cathy asked.

"Loyalty to Master means you tell him when you've broken the rules. It means you trust him to see to your needs, and to punish you fairly when you've done wrong." Diane said. 

"Why the hell did you say anything? Fuck them. We could just tell them no more punishments and that's it. They need us, we don't need this shit girls." Cathy said trying to rally support.

Geneva went back and finished rinsing. She rinsed her hair out and said as she dried herself. "I need this Cathy, I've always needed this. I've never wanted anything else. I've always been jealous of you Cathy, because you were a slave, if only in play, to a guy who cared for you." 

Diane finished brushing her teeth. "He cares so much for you that he's spending how much to send you here? To teach you to be a good slave?"

"All you want is out of it, instead of doing what you need to in order to learn, and become better." Geneva said. "I'm not jealous of you any more Cathy. Now, I feel sorry for you." 

"Sorry for me?" Cathy asked still sitting on the toilet. "In two weeks, hell, thirteen days, I'm out of here and back in an apartment in New York on Central Park West. I'm back to facials and manicures. All I have to do is survive this, and you fools actually want to live this way? Fuck that. I want strawberries and cream for breakfast. I want coffee and iced fruit for desert. I want fine silks, and I want a nice big comfortable bed." 

Jeannette shook her head. "Safe word Cathy. Take my advice. Use your safe word today." 

Cathy shook her head. "I'm not quitting, they can yell and take bread and whatever they want, I'm not giving up that life. I want feather beds and I've earned it." 

Geneva walked out fixing her watch and Diane followed her. Jeannette said. "Breakfast is served. At eight am, you're in Ballet with Mistress Rebecca. Don't be late. She gets mad when we make her wait." Jeannette said this with such sadness that Cathy was touched for a moment and then finally the door closed and she was alone. She did her own morning routine and skipped breakfast to arrive on time at Ballet. It was inhuman the way they expected people to live around here.

Rebecca was waiting for her. "Good, you're on time this morning. I assumed you'd be dawdling at breakfast and asking for a menu to browse." 

"No Mistress." Cathy said in her best submissive voice. She was promptly shown new positions, kneel and stand were reviewed, and Rebecca spared not one slash of the cane in teaching her. Each time she was hit, she would turn and glare at Rebecca and then adjust the part that had been hit.

"Quit hiding that cunt slut." Rebecca raged as she again slashed the inside of Cathy's leg. 

"What is with you?" 

"A slave is on display. When you hide that cunt it says you're too good to give it up to us, your Masters. It says that your little slit is so special, so much more special than any other cunt." Rebecca chided.

"So I don't give it up to anyone who comes along, and that's bad?" 


The next thing Cathy knew she was laying face down and her hands were bound behind her. She was again suspended from a bar and Mistress Rebecca's cane whistled as it struck her over and over again. Cathy wailed and cried and tried to apologize but it was for nothing. 

Rebecca walked around her and looked Cathy in the eye. "When you're ready to stop playing slave, and ready to begin being a slave, I'll teach you again. Until then, you've failed ballet." Then Rebecca manhandled Cathy into a second classroom and locked her to a chair that was obviously designed to be used just this way. Cathy tugged on the shackles holding her and cried and sobbed and begged for someone to please stop this.

Devon walked into the room. He had hoped that Cathy would save her outburst for Andre in the afternoon class. Devon carried a tray with a plastic bowl and spoon and two plastic bottles of water. He placed the bowl, spoon and water on a small table he shifted before her. He pulled up a chair and sat down. "You've had a full morning Cathy." 

"This is bullshit." Cathy said as she ate. 

"No, it's stew. Pretty good, Chef's got lot's of talent with food." Devon said. "Geneva is on full restriction. Currently wearing chains to signify her disobedience of our rules. She's already been whipped in punishment for her actions. Actions that were initiated by you." 

"Did you have a good time whipping her? Probably got off on it didn't you big man." 

"Jeannette and Diane say you insulted Mistress Rebecca, and attempted to lead a revolt." Devon smiled. "See yourself as the reincarnation of Spartacus? Or are you now channeling the spirit of Boadicea, the warrior princess in England?" 

Cathy said nothing and stared hatred at him. He released her wrists, keeping her neck and ankles shackled. She began to eat, starving after missing breakfast.

"Cathy, I'm going to take you to the bathroom, because I'm trying to save a sliver of your dignity. None of your tricks work here. You can't entice us, we're too well trained. You can't fool us; we're too experienced for that. All you can do is submit, and take a long hard look at that shriveled little raisin you call a soul and see if you want to continue this." Devon said as he rose and took the empty bowl and bottles. "I don't mind keeping you locked up personally. If you want to do that, we can. We can come down a couple times a day and hose you off to get the piss and shit off of you and out of your cage. Doesn't bother me at all." 

"My soul is fine Devon. My life was fine until you came parading around and showing off." Cathy hissed. "This is your fault and you're going to pay." 

"Say your safe word, give it to me and I'll release you right now. Give you clothing, I'll personally drive you to the train station. Would you need a ticket going north, or south?" Devon asked. "I'm not sure David would appreciate your walking out on day two, but I'll explain it to him. Perhaps I'll help him find another little slave girl to take care of him. One who's actually a submissive at heart." 

"I'm not quitting." Cathy said. "David is mine, I won him and he's mine. I can put up with anything you dish out, because in the end, I'll be back in feather beds and silk panties on my ass covering the lip marks where you kissed my ass." 

Devon nodded; he unlocked the shackles and said. "The bathroom is down the hall, same place as yesterday." 

Cathy went in and then came out after doing her thing. "So where now oh mighty Master?" Cathy raged. 

Ann was watching this from the oral arts room. She had a big smile on her face, she knew what Cathy didn't and she didn't feel one bit sorry for her. Geneva had been devastated by her behavior. Ann had stayed behind, avoiding the class to see Geneva's explanation and Devon's reaction. Geneva was even now sobbing upstairs, because Master was disappointed in her. Devon had personally stripped her ass and left her sore with faint bruises growing on her. 

"Oral Arts. We're going to try again and see if you can be improved." Devon said. 

Ann watched as Andre pushed her, cajoled her, and belittled her. "Good lord Cathy, I've seen better suction from a baby sucking on his mama's nipple." Andre shook his head. "If you think any Master is going to waste his time letting you suck him with that pathetic technique, you're really in the wrong line. Perhaps we should send you to princess school instead. You can lay around and have people fawn on you all day and tell you lies about your shit not stinking." 

Cathy whipped around from station four. "You'd be begging for me to suck your pathetic dick asshole." 

Andre moved about as fast as Rebecca and had Cathy tied into a lovely ball as Ann watched and shook her head. Andre had set her up, and she'd fallen for it. 

Andre took her downstairs this time she was stretched to the four points on a large frame. Andre secured her and then walked out of the basement and up the stairs. Ann was waiting for him at the top of the stairs. "Any trouble?"




The Vassal Academy Ch. 11



Andre laughed. "Do I ever have any trouble?" 

Ann walked with him to administration and watched the report in Devon's office.

"So you'd be begging to have her suck your, sorry did she say pathetic dick?" Devon asked straight-faced. 

Ann nodded. "Yes indeed." 

"I hope neither of you corrected her." Devon said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh no Devon." Andre said. "Ann just stood there shaking her head at the girls stupidity. She's on the frame now. When do you want me to begin?" 

Devon considered. "She keeps screwing up my plan. She's anxious to see her soul. Fine." He raised his radio and said. "Jeannette, my office." 

Jeannette was in it in three minutes. "Yes Master." 

"Jeannette Cathy is downstairs in the dungeon." Devon said. "We'll be feeding her on the frame, and then escorting her to the bathroom downstairs, the small one." 

"Yes Master." 

"Then we'll begin our evening's entertainment, and with luck, we'll have a forth slave in the morning instead of a pampered princess."

"Yes Master. I'll take her dinner down myself." 

"Take Geneva with you when you feed her. I want her to see Geneva's punishment, since it's largely her fault." Ann said. "Assuming she has any sense of moral responsibility." 

Devon nodded. "Yeah, that's not bad. Do it Jeannette. You and Geneva, Diane to clean in the kitchen until you return." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and then left to continue her duties. 

"I'm supposed to have the duty tonight Devon." Andre said. "If I'm the one whipping her, do I chance letting her see me lurking in the shadows?" 

"No, I've got the duty, this is very delicate, very touchy. I want to see it succeed, or fail personally." 

"How will you know?" Ann asked.

"When she stops crying tears of frustration, and rage, and betrayal. Then she'll start crying tears of sorrow. When she stops calling for someone to help her. She'll start calling that she's sorry, and she's use Master. I won't be sure until I look in her eyes, and that won't be until morning." Devon said. "It's going to be a close thing. Either we have a slave, or a girl who quits in the morning." 

Cathy was strung up by her wrists, and her arms were getting numb from hanging like this for so long. She had no idea of time, and she called for help now and then. No one responded. Then she heard voices. 

"Master sent us to let you down, let you eat, and use the bathroom down here, and then put you back on the frame. We only have an hour that you're allowed to be down." Jeannette explained. 

Cathy gaped at Geneva. Her ass had welts across it, purple bruises were plainly obvious. She was wearing chains from her neck to her ankles, and to her wrists, and waist. Her ankles were limited with an eighteen-inch chain that made her take little shuffling steps. "God Geneva, what did they do to you?" 

"I was whipped by Master Devon, for attempting to attack you. I was put in shackles to remind me that I'm a slave, and I don't get angry, I'm happy to serve Master." Geneva said in a sad voice. "Master was very angry with me. He has suspended all my training until my punishment is complete." 

"Geneva, why did you tell him?" Cathy asked as Jeannette finished unlocking the ankle restraints and started on the wrist ones. 

"Geneva, help me hold her up, her arms and legs aren't going to work real well at first." Jeannette said.

Geneva helped lower Cathy to a sitting position and the two of them rubbed her arms and shoulders while Cathy tried to eat some roasted chicken and rice with baby peas and carrots. 

"I told Master because that's what we are, we're slaves Cathy. You've never wanted this. I always have. This is my dream Cathy. You're my friend, and I love you. We helped each other through high school, and we gossiped about boys." Geneva said with a smile. "This is the life I always wanted. This is the place I've always dreamed of being at." 

Cathy shook her head. "Why Geneva, why put up with this shit?"

"Why are you?" Geneva asked. 

"David, I want what I have with David." 

"What do you have?" Jeannette asked.

"I have him, and the apartment, and the clothes, and the life. I love it." Cathy said seriously. "I have a watch that cost twenty thousand dollars. I have clothes that cost as much too. I have a big bed with him, and a wonderful kitchen with a cook and food that is so expensive and wonderful. We eat at the finest restaurants, and go to the best clubs." 

"So you're living a lie, and you like it?" Geneva asked. "You pretend to be Submissive so you can have things, doesn't it suck to sell out like that?" 

"Only if you sell out cheap Geneva." Cathy said. "This place can't last. It won't. Devon's a nut and the others are too." 

Jeannette smiled and shook her head. "No. Master is not a nut. He's wonderful, and he cares about you Cathy. He wants you to release your inner slave, and become happy." 

"Fuck that. I'm not being anyone's slave in real life. I'm in this for what I can get, and what they can give me." Cathy said. 

Geneva shrugged and waited while Cathy finished eating. They helped her go to the bathroom and then she shook her head at the frame. "No, come on, just a little longer?" 

"Sorry Cathy, but we're sworn to obey Master, and he says that up you go." Geneva answered.

Cathy was crying again. "No, come on. I've been up here for hours. You can't just leave me here." 

Cathy was too sore and her limbs too leaden to really struggle. She cried and begged and hoped that one of them, perhaps Geneva would help her.

Jeannette adjusted the tension on the chains and then nodded. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Master Andre is going to come and teach you a lesson later." 

Cathy's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "What? What's he going to do to me?"

"Don't worry, it's for your own good." Jeannette said and then helped Geneva up the stairs leaving the cries of Cathy behind. 

It had been just over an hour since Jeannette and Geneva had left her. She'd called for help, someone, anyone to come to her. She apologized, and was ignored. No one was there to hear her pleas. She hung her head in sorrow and raised it again when she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. She looked up and saw Andre walking into the dungeon looking angry, and dangerous.

Andre stepped slowly towards her. "So, little wannabe slave thinks I'll be begging to have her suck my pathetic dick." He snapped his fingers as if remembering something. "Oh yes, asshole." 

"Sir, er um. Master. Please let me down. I'll be good." Cathy said smiling her charming smile. 

Andre unbuttoned his shirt. "I can't get a good swing going wearing a shirt. I don't know why. It's not too tight, or really restrictive. But I can't seem to get the whip moving right when I wear a shirt." 

Cathy blinked at him and said. "Wait, come on. Aren't you supposed to be like tolerant of a student?" 

Andre walked to the wall and began running his hands over whips. He took a long bullwhip down and then shook his head and put it back. "No, that would be over too quickly." 

Cathy was panting now in fear. Her eyes were glued to him, following him in horror. She had a safe word. It was Doppelganger. If she used that, they would stop right?

Andre selected a medium flogger with supple leather tails. He smiled and flicked it a couple times. "Yes, this should do nicely." 

Cathy shook her head. "Look, I'm not really into whippings. I think I may have mentioned that to Devon." 

"That would be Master Devon?" Andre asked.

"Yeah. Master Devon. Sorry." Cathy said. "Like I said, I'm not really into the whole whipping thing." 

"Too bad I am into that whole whipping thing." Andre said. "So is Devon, and we're going to show David how to flay your ass up." Then he started. At first not swinging too hard, just working her over, to get her warmed up. She was screaming already in fear. 

Andre slowly built in pressure, seeing the change in her behavior. Cathy was panting now, but in lust. The blood pumping through her was hot. Burning her up. She was squirming whenever the whip flicked across her sex. She looked at him through sweat stringing hair; drool running down off her lips now and then, her sex soaked in need.

Finally she started to beg. "Please Andre, please, I need it so bad." 

"Need what, and you've forgotten Master again." Andre said.

"To fuck. Please fuck me. I need it. I can't stand it anymore." Cathy breathed at him. Her eyes locked on his crotch. "Please, I'll do anything, please." Then she started to cry. "I can't take anymore." 

Andre slowed and then stepped behind her. He unlocked her ankle shackles, and then released her wrist restraints. He then surprised her by taking her to the cage and shoving her into the small squat cage. It was too small for her to lie down in, and not really tall enough to sit in. She'd hit her head on the bars. Andre slammed the door closed on her. 

Cathy wasn't done, she wanted cock, and she wanted to come. She reached through the bars and Andre connected the restraints together with a lock. Then he said. "To keep you away from Master's cunt. Wouldn't want you enjoying yourself now would we?" 

Cathy screamed. "NO. Please, don't do this." She struggled pulling on the bindings. Andre squatted down and looked at her seriously. "Take some time Cathy, search your soul, and find out why you're here. Look deeply within yourself, and see what you're made of. We'll help you, but you're the only one who can do this now." 

Then he stood and walked out picking his shirt up as he passed by. Cathy looked confused. "What?" 

Devon was in the shadows, at the doorway to the other basement, the storage basement. He was sitting in a chair. Andre had done it perfectly, and now it was all up to Cathy. Devon watched, and waited. 

Cathy wailed and shook the cage and tried to free her hands. She tried to wiggle and get her cunt on something she could work it on to come. She cried and sobbed and finally fell silent. She lay there in a ball, arms through the bars and stuck outside. She cried quietly and then she did what was required. She listened to her own mind for once.

Cathy sobbed her sorrow into the darkened basement. She cried and asked why me, and felt sorry for herself. Finally, when she was cried out, she looked deep within herself. There wasn't anything else to look at. She found her conscience waiting for her. Her frustration, and arousal and personal agony were just the tickets her conscience needed to start talking to her. 

Finally, about midnight, after lying on the cold floor and weeping now and then as she felt sorry for herself, she saw herself as she truly was. She saw herself as the cruel, and manipulative bitch she had become. She saw that they were treating her as cruelly as she had treated others, more overt certainly, but no less cruel than she was. Deep down inside, Cathy was a good girl, who knew right from wrong. She knew what right was, and had buried that sense of right, and wrong under a ton of excuses and justifications. 

Cathy saw herself, and she didn't like what she saw. She saw her treatment of David, not as trying to use her wiles to get her way, but as the gold digger she had become. She couldn't live with herself now, not and live like that.

Devon listened as the sobbing came again. This time, it was huge racking sobs of grief. She's at the bottom now, and what will she find?

"I'm sorry David. I'm so sorry. I love you David." Cathy cried into the darkness and wept herself to sleep crying softly that she was sorry, always sorry to David though. 

Devon considered. He needed a bit of information. He softly climbed up and out of the basement through the storage area to the other stairwell at the far end from the dungeon to the office. He checked the clock. It was seven thirty in Brussels. He called the number David had left. "David, it's Devon. I'm sorry to be calling so early. I need some information though." 

"OK, what's going on?" 

"I'm not sure. What is Cathy's term of honor for you? What do you have her call you? Master, sir or what?" 

"Well, when we're alone, and doing our thing, it's always been just my name. Her tone is the sign of submission isn't it?" 

Devon smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. "David, we may have had a breakthrough. She was just crying out that she's sorry. I was expecting her to use Master or Sir, but instead she cried that she was sorry David, and that she loved David." 

"Cathy?" David asked confused.

"Yes. It's too early to tell, but we may have gotten her to reach bottom. If so, now the training truly begins my friend." Devon explained.

David listened and then surprised Devon. "Is she hurt, I mean, is she OK?" 

"Yes. She's probably better than you've ever known her to be." 

"So what should I do?" David asked.

"Finish your business as you planned, I have work here as well." 

"Did you. Sorry. Did you have to shave her head?" 

"Not yet. As I said I wouldn't do that until I spoke with you about it. David, I'll keep my word on that."

"Thank you Devon. I'm going to go to work now. Thanks again." David said and hung up. 

Devon took the remote radio receiver and listened to Cathy's breathing. She was asleep now, exhausted, and worn out. Devon set the alarms to activate in the dungeon, and then channeled them to his own room. He figured he might get four hours of sleep, if he was lucky.

Cathy's dreams were hell. They showed her being rude, disrespectful, and petulant to everyone she'd ever known. She finally faced herself, and she hated what she saw. 

At twenty to seven, Devon briefed Jeannette and then went down to release Cathy. He wanted to see for himself, had she gone all the way and was now ready?

Devon walked to the cage and Cathy raised her head to look at him. Devon knelt down and opened the lock securing the leather bindings. Cathy slowly pulled her arms in and tried to kneel in the cage, but it was too close. Devon opened the cage and Cathy exited it and then knelt before him. Devon finally spoke. "Are you ready?"

"Yes Master." Cathy answered softly. "I was a bitch wasn't I?"

"Yes. To a great many people I suspect." Devon answered as softly. 

"What do I do?" Cathy asked.

"It depends, what do you want?" Devon asked and almost held his breath.

"I want David, and this is what I want to give him. I mean, trained." Cathy stammered. "I can't explain it right." 

"Then learn, apply yourself, and work hard to please your trainers, the Masters who give of their knowledge and experience. Work hard to learn, and then work even harder to please them." Devon said.

"Yes Master." Cathy answered softly. "It's going to be hard isn't it?" 

"All things worthwhile are hard Cathy. That's what gives them the value, that's what makes us desire them." 

Cathy looked up at him, tears falling from her eyes. "I've never done anything hard in my life."

"I know. There is a first time for everything, and this is very worthwhile. Your master loves you. We love you Cathy. We'll help you show him how much you love him." Devon said reassuringly. 

"Do you think I can do it?" 

"Yes. You are not a complete slave at heart; you'll never be Jeannette. You can be better than you are, and you can be worthy of David. He doesn't ask for you to be Jeannette. He only wants you to be what you said you were." 

Cathy nodded. "Yes Master. I'll try." 

"As long as you give us your very best, holding nothing back, nothing Cathy, you will succeed." Devon said. "Go upstairs, second floor, and get cleaned up before Breakfast. I will talk to Mistress Rebecca about giving you a second chance. You have Ballet in just over an hour." 

Cathy rose shakily. "Yes Master." Then she moved as quickly as she could up the stairs and out of sight. 

Devon walked to a chair and sat down. She'd make it now. 

Cathy reached the sleeping floor and saw Jeannette leading the house slaves to the washroom. She saw Geneva still wearing chains. As they reached the door Cathy said. "Geneva, I'm sorry about these." Cathy touched the chains. "I'm sorry I got you in trouble."

"It's all right. We accept what master give, pleasure or pain. It's what we do." Geneva answered.

"We need to wash up, we have breakfast, and Chef said he'd put some cheese in the eggs this morning." Jeannette said. "I'm not missing cheese because you two want a soap opera." 

Diane pushed past them to enter the washroom. "Me either, if I'm getting blasted with a laser today, I want cheese." 

Geneva hugged Cathy and followed Diane. Cathy fell in and tried not to feel self conscious as she used the rest room with the others. 

"I can't get used to this Bathroom." Cathy moaned. 

"We may have a male slave here next week, and he's going to be here with is washing in the morning." Jeannette said.

"What?" Cathy asked. "I can't use the toilet in front of a guy."

"He's not a guy, he's a slave, just like you." Jeannette said. "Who cares?" 

Cathy shook her head and grumbled under her breath. "First I have to be a slave, then I have to pretend a guy isn't a guy."

Cathy hurried and was almost done when they went to breakfast. "My hair is going to be a wreck before David gets back."

"Don't worry about it. Master will take care of everything." Geneva said. "Even your hair."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Cathy said. "He threatened to cut it off."

"That would take care of it." Diane said as they entered the dining room. 

In Ballet Cathy approached and knelt as gracefully as she could, wrapping her hands behind her. "Mistress, I've been acting like a spoiled child. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course Cathy. This I must admit, I'm much happier to see." Rebecca answered. "Now, let's see if we can get some grace and poise in your motions." 

Cathy worked hard at ballet, her knees were sore at the end, but she hadn't been caned anything like she had been before. She started to leave after class and then stopped. Turning she lowered her head. "Mistress, may I ask a favor?" 

"A favor now? Well what is it?" Rebecca asked.

"Mistress, may I speak to Master Devon?" Cathy asked.

Rebecca nodded and said. "Yes, he's in administration. His office, you know where that is don't you?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Cathy said and left to find Devon. She needed a favor from him as well.

Jeannette saw her and blinked. "Cathy? Is everything OK?" 

"Yeah, I just want to talk to Master Devon." Cathy said. "Is he in?"

"Yes. One moment." Jeannette said. Then she stuck her head in his office and got an affirmative. "Go on in Cathy." 

Cathy walked to his desk and stopped alongside. She knelt and said. "Master Devon, I asked Mistress Rebecca if I could see you." 

"Fine. What did you want?"

"Master, Geneva got in trouble because of me. She wouldn't have if I hadn't said something wrong. I don't think she should wear chains, I should." 

"You think you should wear chains?" Devon asked.

"Master, if anyone should, I should. Geneva's my friend, she helped me through Science, and I helped her in Algebra. We've been friends for a long time. I don't want her to suffer because of me." Cathy said.

"I'll consider it Cathy. However I'd point out that we expect a great deal from our House Slaves, they unlike you are slaves to the core. They really want to be here. They want the stricter discipline that they get, and they want the rewards that they earn." 

"Master, Geneva told me that. This is her life, her dream." Cathy hesitated, unsure what to say. "I just wanted to.." She hesitated again and started over. "She shouldn't be suffering for me." 

"Thank you for coming to me. I'll consider it." Devon said. 

Cathy rose and went to find some chores to do. How did Geneva manage this? How did she thrive in this atmosphere. Cathy missed David and wished he'd hurry home. In the mean time, she was going to try and learn all they could teach, because David would be pleased. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 12



Part 12: The Legend Is Born

Cathy's progression moved along quickly once she stopped fighting the trainers. Mistress Ann worked with Master Andre in Oral Arts and Mistress Rebecca in Ballet, training Diane and Geneva once Diane's Laser Hair removal had healed. 

Six days after arriving, and four days after taking her soul out for a look Cathy arrived to find Oral Arts empty. She gulped and stepped back out of the classroom to see if anyone was coming, and finding no one in the hallway, Diane was in Ballet with Mistress Rebecca this afternoon, Geneva was in the Kitchen again, Cathy decided to kneel beside the current station, number five, and wait for Master Andre to arrive. 

She heard the door open and Master Devon stepped into the class and walked towards her picking up a chair as he did so. He sat near her and said. "Slave Cathy, you've completed all the requirements for passing phase one, I'm here to live test you into phase two." 

Cathy gaped at him and then recovered herself. "Yes Master." 

"Slave Mouth." 

Cathy shifted and approached him on her hands and knees. Mistress Rebecca had shown her how to do this in an alluring manner. She knelt before Master and opened her mouth. She saw him nod, and then he opened his pants and brought his cock out. 

Cathy moved forward and began to suck and lick him to an erection. She made sure to go through the techniques, watching him for signs that she had done one well enough, and then moving along. Constantly teasing and sucking on his cock, she focused only on pleasing Master Devon. She knew David would be proud of her for passing phase one, and hopefully passing phase two. 

Devon watched and focused on her technique. She had performed each trick for the skill level, and he gave himself the command to ejaculate. Cathy swallowed his load and then licked him clean, making sure to clean Master's cock perfectly. She knelt back and waited.

"Slave Cathy, you're now in Phase two, it gets even harder now. The skills we want from you are more difficult, and the rewards are even better." Devon said gently to her as he caressed her face. 

"Thank you Master. May I begin on the phase two training stations now?" 

Devon nodded and pointed towards number five. Cathy knelt before it and tapped the screen herself to start the training. She began to lick and caress the cunt she was working on. Devon knelt behind her and coached her. 

"It's the first time you've got varying pressure to work on. A light touch here, a harder lick there. It's more advanced, but so are you." 

Cathy nodded and continued working until she got the sought after "Task Complete." 

Devon moved her to station six, where the lighter touch and swirling tongue came into play on a cock. 

Cathy began working the station and focused on it. She didn't manage task complete before Devon stopped her for the day, but she had shown some improvement. 

Cathy's progress continued, she managed to master the two-sensor probe, and then the three-sensor probe with three days left before David was to come get her. Cathy was losing track of time, but not of her feelings for David. He filled her thoughts any time she didn't focus on what she was doing. 

Cunt training had been hard. One day she had the sensor probe, the next, arousal training. Trying to get her to associate the command with the pleasure she was about to give, and get. She didn't know it, but like all students she had a problem with this. This is the next time she saw Master Devon in class. 

He gave her the command and then walked around the table as she rubbed her pussy and tried to get aroused. Devon didn't watch her progress, or lack thereof, instead he leaned down. "The secret to this is inside you Cathy. You have to want to get ready for David, you have to want to show David how much you want to please him." Devon said in a low husky voice. "Remember you're here for David, and you love David." 

Cathy found her pussy getting wet, and she felt little shocks of pleasure dancing along her clit as she rubbed herself. She looked up at Master Devon smiling. She nodded. Devon nodded back. 

"You have to understand that you're not a house slave, we're your trainers, that's all. We're here to train you how to behave, and how to perform the various skills that David said he'd like to see from you." Devon said as he eased his head closer to her. "David wants to fuck that juicy little cunt of yours. He wants to plow deeply into you and fill you with his come." 

Cathy gasped as she pictured that in her head, still playing with her pussy. She could vividly remember David doing just that, fucking her senseless. 

Sleep training was a stone cold bitch. Cathy was up all night the first night, getting shocked constantly. She slept a few hours the second night, and by the forth night was able to sleep all night without moving, and without snoring. Negative feedback is a painful motivator though. 

Mistress Roberta showed her no mercy through the entire training time. She was caned every day. One day she was taught how to kneel and assume her positions wearing heels, and how to modify her training to allow for clothing, like tight skirts that her Master may want her to wear. 

Mistress Roberta and Jeannette taught her how to serve at a dinner party. They dressed her in a Toga and she was taught how to present and attend to the Master when they were dining. 

Cathy was taught how to properly give a Massage, to relax the Master after a hard and stressful day. Every single day she was pushed hard to learn as much as she could. Everyone kept reminding her that time was short, and she had so much more to learn.

As Cathy went to sleep the next night, she counted off another day. Only one more night in the Academy, and David was supposed to come get her. She missed him terribly at night. She was lonely, and she wanted to hold him in her arms, and feel him moving within her. She sighed and focused on sleeping without moving. She was back in the cage to test her ability to sleep again. She had slept all night last night, and she hoped that would be true tonight as well. 

In the morning, Devon issued the first instructions to Jeannette and sent her off running to get things moving. Devon returned to his pre breakfast routine. He was showered, and was thrilled that Cathy had managed to sleep through the night without setting off the alarms for the second night in a row. Jeannette had slept as well, with the alarms in her room turned on, but they remained silent, un-activated all night. Jeannette had already checked on Cathy and found she was sleeping silently.

Devon considered. Tonight would be Cathy's last night at the Academy, and her progress was impressive. She was up to the three-sensor probe in cunt training. She was down to four minutes in slave cunt, and was done with phase two oral arts. 

Perhaps it was time to reward her strenuous efforts. Ballet this morning was already arranged, and this afternoon, she was scheduled for cunt training, the four sensor probe, but there was no way she could get it today, and tomorrow David would arrive to inspect their progress. 

Devon made a decision and stood to continue dressing for the day. Cathy would get the arousal table this afternoon, and float on clouds of pure pleasure this evening, and sleep tonight with pleasure. 

At Breakfast, Devon told the trainers his change in plans.

"Devon, I was going to suggest a change, there just isn't any way to get any progress on the four sensor probe with a day left." Thomas said.

"Any objection to a reward?" Devon asked.

"Not at all." Rebecca said as she ate her breakfast. "She's been working her ass off, she's earned it." 

"Ann any objection?" Devon asked next.

"Nope. I've been meaning to ask you about the arousal table I've heard so much about. Is it really what I've heard?" Ann asked. 

"Oh yes. It's awesome, and terrible at the same time." Rebecca said. "After something like two hours I was weeping in frustration." 

"Worse than the belt?" Ann asked referring to the arousal chastity belt. 

"Much worse. The only advantage is the orgasm's on the table is extreme." Rebecca said wiping her mouth. "You'll spend the rest of the day with leaden limbs and a smile on your face." 

"Well, let's plan on that then. We'll give her a spin on the table and reward her for her efforts here." Devon said. "That will put her in a positive frame of mind for David tomorrow." 

"This I have to see." Ann said.

"No problem, after lunch. For now, spend the morning with Rebecca and continue learning Ballet." Devon said.

Ann nodded and rose when Rebecca did to go to class.

Cathy had woken in the cage and smiled up at Jeannette. "I didn't wake up once."

"Great, you're doing really good. Master was pleased when I told him that a few minutes ago." Jeannette said after flipping the switches and shutting the cage down. 

Cathy was up and running with the rest, breezing through the morning routine with Diane and Geneva and eating with the others in the slave dining room. 

Cathy no longer considered her nudity, it was just the way things were, and somehow became normal after a while. After breakfast she was in with Mistress Roberta and Mistress Ann. 

She breezed through the level two positions, and moved with grace as she walked and moved from position to position. Mistress Rebecca stood back and allowed Ann to supervise. Ann tapped a few things that could be slightly better. Rebecca saw what Ann didn't, but wasn't too displeased with either of the student's efforts. 

After running through everything twice Rebecca nodded and tapped her cane once, signaling Ann to wrap it up.

"Good Cathy, really good. I think you're doing great." Ann said without any smile. "There's been a change in your schedule today. After lunch, report to room four on this floor." 

"Yes Mistress." Cathy said bowing her head submissively. "What will I be studying?"

"Arousal." Ann said. "Off with you for now, no dawdling." 

"Yes Mistress." Cathy said and hustled out of the room. She went upstairs to help out with the cleaning of the bathroom and other tasks. 

It was lunch before she mentioned her schedule had changed. "I'm supposed to report to Room four next. Some more arousal training I guess." 

Jeannette smiled and watched the other's eyes. Diane smiled widely and looked knowingly at Geneva who was grinning hugely at Cathy. 

"What?" Cathy asked looking at the three of them.

"You're being rewarded, you're getting a spin on the table." Geneva said. "Lucky slave." 

"The table?" Cathy asked. Then remembering the arousal table that Jeannette had described once, she looked at Jeannette for clarification. "The table, the arousal table you told us about?" 

Jeannette nodded. "Master told me earlier, had me adjust schedules to be able to watch over you this evening. You will be wiped out." 

Cathy bit her lip and looked around sheepishly. "Is it that good?" 

"Fucking amazing." Geneva said.

"Just relax, and as you dance around the pit of hell, Master will shoot you past heaven." Diane agreed.

"A reward only given to very good slaves, who have pleased Master." Jeannette finished. "Don't be late." 

Cathy was rushing off a moment later stopping at the bathroom and then to room four. 

Ann was waiting with Andre at room four. "Good, here you are Cathy, hop up on the table, and slave cunt." Andre commanded. 

Cathy obeyed and was strapped into the stirrups and then had her arms strapped down. She was essentially spread eagle with her legs up and lewdly displaying her sex to anyone who wanted to see. She watched as Andre drew the last couple straps across her, and finally one across her chest. He glanced at Ann to let her see how it was run. Then he set up the probe, and strapped it into place. 

Cathy was already disappointed. The probe was smaller than the sensor probe she'd been working with. If that was what had everyone bragging, she was certain to be disappointed. 

Andre tapped a button, and the probe began it's routine. It vibrated up a scale, pulsed, and spun at random. The tip wiggled and pushed here and there. Cathy blinked, and decided that it was pretty nice. 

Andre placed a gag in her mouth, and told her to enjoy her time on the table. When she looked at him confused. "Don't worry slave, it does that from time to time, nothing's wrong." 

Cathy felt it start up again and relaxed into it. 

Ann looked in the door an hour later, and shook her head in amazement. Cathy was squirming in the straps, trying to get free, unable to come. Andre had told her that the table would sense the tensing that preceded the orgasm, and would shut down the probe. 

"That's cruel." Ann had said imagining herself strapped down and tormented that way.

"Yes, but the resulting orgasm is incredibly intense." Andre replied. "Well worth the torture according to those who suffer it." 

An hour later Ann sighed softly. Cathy had tears rolling down her cheeks as she cried for relief. 

Devon walked up to Cathy and leaned so she could see him. "What's the matter slave, aren't you enjoying yourself?"

Cathy shook her head vigorously. She moaned and cried around the gag.

Devon leaned down. "A slave's orgasm belongs to master, you can't come without our permission. Slave Cathy, come for me now." Devon tapped a button as he finished the statement. 

Ann had been briefed on the button, and the electrical contacts. As he touched the button an electrical shock was sent through her nipples and her clit. The resulting orgasm would be intense. 

Cathy cried out and shook in the straps as the orgasm washed over her. She settled a few seconds later, and then Devon said again. "Come for me now Slave Cathy." He tapped the button and she shook again, her body straining against the straps. 

Ann stared in amazement. She shook her head in astounded awe. Devon repeated the command and tapped the button again. Cathy shook again but not quite as powerfully as before. It was obvious that Cathy was nearly exhausted. 

Devon leaned a little closer. "Cathy, can you hear me?" He had to repeat the question twice more before she nodded her head.

"Come for me now." Devon said and hit the button again. Cathy shook for a couple seconds, and then went still. 

Devon looked at her for a moment, and then nodded. He began to un-strap her and said. "Stretcher, let's get her upstairs before she wakes." 

Ann jumped and helped Devon release Cathy from the bindings. "Jesus that's cruel." 

"Look at her face, she's got a hell of a smile on that face." Devon said as he released her legs and removed the probe. He set it on the counter and helped move Cathy to a stretcher and then Andre and Devon carried Cathy upstairs quickly. They had her on the futon and covered with a blanket before she stirred. 

Geneva was waiting for her, watching her sleep as Cathy started to come to. "Hey Cathy, how you feeling?" 

"Wow." Cathy said, and then she fell back to sleep. 

Geneva smiled, knowing how good Cathy felt right now. 

Cathy was fed dinner in bed, and then floated on clouds. Diane helped her to the bathroom and then Cathy went to sleep still smiling. 

In the morning, Cathy was woken, but was told her routine was changed. 

"Breakfast first, then we'll do the hygiene." Jeannette explained.

After eating a quick breakfast, she started her hygiene and was immediately stopped. "No, we're waxing you and then we'll shower and wash you. David's coming today Cathy, we're getting you ready for him."

David was already headed north, and was nearly at the Academy. He was anxious to see Cathy, and anxious to see the changes Devon had told him about.

Sitting on a small stool in the shower, Cathy was washed by Diane and Geneva. They washed and conditioned her hair, and then started on make up. They powdered her and perfumed her. Touching up her nails and making her look absolutely gorgeous. 

They placed wrist and ankle bindings upon her, leaving the ankle bindings loose as they took her to her room to wait. "Stay here, we'll be back when we're ready for you." 

Cathy waited anxiously.

In the mean time Devon had explained the positions that Cathy had been trained in explaining. "She's been trained in Slave Ass, but not anal trained. Two weeks, we just didn't have time David."

"It's all right, I'm not a big fan of anal sex." David said. "I guess I should have mentioned that."

Devon waved it away. "If you decide to add that, give us a couple more weeks, we'll have her trained up in no time." 

Jeannette showed him the positions and critiqued his whipping. Allowing herself to be used as the training aide for David. 

Finally Devon took David to the Guest room and sent for Cathy. 

Geneva stood Cathy up and connected her wrist bindings behind her. Then Diane connected a leash to Cathy's collar and led her to the guest rooms. 

In the hallway Master Devon took the leash and then walked into the guest room. He stopped before the chair that David had been told to sit in and handed the leash to David. "Your property sir." 

Cathy's heart had leapt at the sight of David. Sitting there, masterfully. 

"Thank you Devon." David said and Devon walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

"Slave kneel." David said.

Cathy knelt gracefully before him, making sure to keep her knees far enough apart to show him what she offered him, everything.

"They tell me you've worked hard, made amazing progress here Cathy." David said.

"Yes Master." 

"You used to call me David when we were alone." David said.

"If you wish me to do so again, I will Master." Cathy said. Then a tear broke free. "David, I'm sorry, I was a manipulative bitch, I'm so sorry." She sobbed and hung her head. 

"It's all right, that's behind us now." David said reaching out and caressing her cheek. 

Cathy looked up at him and said. "I await the pleasure of serving you Master." 

"Slave Mouth." David commanded. 

Cathy shifted slightly, bringing her knees in closer, and opening her mouth. 

David unzipped his pants and allowed his cock to hang free. Cathy hung her head forward and took him into her mouth. David realized he'd left her hands bound, but she didn't seem to mind in the least. Cathy sucked on his cock and worked him to full erection. She licked along the underside, uncorking every trick she knew, including one Geneva whispered into her ear while being washed. She hummed slightly, just a hint of one. 

"Slave cunt." David said pointing at the bed. 

Cathy rose and walked to the bed, laying on it face down, allowing him to mount her at his leisure. 

David walked to her, his shirt hanging on the chair, his cock rock hard. He saw her wet and willing, waiting for him. He slid his length into her and began to fuck wildly. Cathy moaned and pushed back. 

"Master, that feels so good. Oh Master. Thank you." Cathy panted and then she begged. "Master, please let me come, I need to come so bad Master." 

"Come for me slave." David said the feeling of power one of his dreams. Cathy came beneath him and moaned her passion. 

David felt himself getting close and he gripped her hips tightly. He was now ramming himself into her, slamming his cock into her willing cunt. He began to jerk his hips and thrust deeply into her holding himself as he came. As his orgasm subsided he took a step back, withdrawing his rapidly shrinking cock from her beautiful cunt. 

Cathy spun around dropping to her heals and began to suck on his cock. She looked up at him and smiled around his cock as she licked and sucked it clean. 

David reached down and caressed her face. "Now, I can love you forever Cathy." 

Cathy nodded her head and continued to clean him. She backed up a bit and waited once his cock was clean. 

"They say the only thing they didn't teach you was the advanced oral and cunt training, and anal training." David said as he unbuckled her wrist restraints.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 12



"I'm trained in the position sir, but not the best way to serve you." Cathy said. "I'm still scared about it, but if you want it now, I'll comply Master." 

David shook his head and drew her to himself as they lay down in the bed. "No. I'm not all that interested in it. I only want to enjoy the charms you have to offer."

"Then I should be trained. David, I'm not a slave Jeannette. I'll never be her. I can't do it for Devon, or Andre, or anyone else. I can do it for you." 

David shook his head. "Let's enjoy what we have, and worry about the rest some other time." 

Cathy nodded. "I've missed you so much David. I really do love you. I figured that out here." 

David nodded. "I love you too." He chuckled. "I guess I'm not supposed to say that, bad dominant and all that sort of thing."

"You could never be a bad dominant to me David." Cathy said as she snuggled down with him. 

"Do you still toss and turn in your sleep?"

"No, they cured me of that." Cathy said smiling. "Now I lie quietly and I don't move. I'm trained not to disturb Master. But I might revert if you don't retrain me now and then." 

"I doubt it." David said. 

They relaxed into each other's arms, and then David felt sufficiently invigorated to order Slave cunt again, after slave mouth. This time with Cathy straddling him, riding his cock, her hands on his chest, her eyes on him. The love reflecting from one to another. Cathy smiled wickedly and began using her cunt control technique, squeezing the three muscles she could control in sequence. 

David felt it and blinked in surprise. He wasn't sure he felt it right then he was sure, she was milking his cock with her muscles. He gaped in surprise at her and was rewarded by her knowing smile. "Oh God Cathy, where did you learn that." 

"Cunt training. I'm up to the three-sensor probe. Got it down three days ago." Cathy said with a wicked smile. 

David smiled back. "I'm impressed." 

Cathy leaned back and then shifted slightly. "Oh Master, that feels so good." As her lovers cock now pushed hard against her G spot. 

David relaxed and enjoyed the sight of his lover bouncing on his cock. She was the same, and yet different at the same time. She was passionate, obviously in love with him, and if not as blatantly submissive as Jeannette, then deferential. She was also appreciative and attentive to him. 

It was, in short, a tremendous improvement. It was an amazing change for only two weeks. She continued to ride him and then begged for permission to come. David gave his permission, and she bucked on his lap and then thanked him. 

David decided to change position. He wanted to be on top, and he ordered it. She complied instantly. He mounted her, and soon was driving himself into her cunt, her long legs wrapped around him. Drawing him deeply into her sex. 

David grunted and said. "Oh God, I'm going to come." 

"Come anywhere you wish Master." Cathy said.

David blinked. One argument they'd had in the past was his desire to come on her face, and she'd always balked. Inviting him to come in her mouth. Was she inviting him to come on her face? "I want to come on your face." 

"Yes Master." Cathy said smiling. 

David pulled out of her and straddled her chest as she slithered down to get in position. As David pumped his cock in his fist, Cathy looked up at him and smiled lovingly. David couldn't believe the power that this gave him, the sense of power anyway. He began to spurt his thick white semen and she never blinked. She looked at him lovingly and smiling the whole time. David covered her face with several strings of thick white semen. 

Cathy saw him finish and she leaned forward and began to lick and clean his cock. Around his beautiful cock she said. "Thank you Master." 

David smiled. "David is fine when we're alone Cathy." 

"Yes David." Cathy replied. 

"You don't mind this?" David asked.

"No David. I love you, and if this is what you want, then I love you and will give it to you." 

David leaned down and kissed her gently. Tasting himself on her lips. Tasting her cunt juices on her lips from his own cock. "I love you too Cathy." 

As he lay down to rest, Cathy rose and went to the attached restroom and cleaned her own face, making herself presentable and then returning to him. She joined him in bed and said. "David, I hope to make you happy, today, and everyday." 

"You have." 

"I was told that lunch would be served at noon, in about twenty minutes. We were invited to dine with the Masters, and if you wished to stay for dinner, you were invited of course." Cathy began. "Master Devon said he'd present a Formal Dinner, with the slaves, and that would include me, serving." 

"Lunch is fine, then how about we go home." 

"Certainly David." Cathy agreed. "I'll just serve you at home." She smiled. "They taught me that too." 

David looked at her and saw her eyes sparkling with love. "They seem to have kept you busy." 

Cathy nodded. "We are always on a schedule, struggling to keep up, and then we have more to do tomorrow. The people here are astounding at times. It's like they know when you've reached your limit, and back off just enough to give you a chance to make it. Once you've rested a bit, they're back on you swinging the cane and whipping you into shape." 

"Where did they learn all this?" 

"I have no idea. They only say the society they used to belong to. David, they have techniques to make anal sex pleasurable to both parties. They swear they can teach erection and ejaculation control." Cathy shook her head. "I've been here two weeks, and have learned so much, and know that there is even more to learn." 

"I'll ask Devon again, about where they got this knowledge at lunch. Then we'll go home. Do you have any clothes here?"

"My bag, it's still locked up. I can get a Slave Shirt if you so order it Master." Cathy said smiling. "I've been naked for two weeks, I'm kind of used to it now." 

David stood and reached for his clothing. "I'm not however. I'll dress."

"Of course, you're a Master. You deserve modesty. I'm a slave, and to quote Jeannette, we're always on display for Master." Cathy said rising and kneeling on the bed. 

"You seem more favorably inclined towards Jeannette than you were before you came here." David said. 

"That's another thing I've apologized for. She never did anything to me, or you. She only did what Devon, her Master, told her. She really is beautiful David, and if you asked, I'm sure Devon would allow you to sample her talents." Cathy said.

David stopped buttoning his shirt and looked at Cathy. "You want me to fuck her?" 

"No, that's not right." Cathy said sighing. "David, I know my duty as a slave is to accept your wisdom in all things. That means if you want to fuck another I'm supposed to be cool with it, even supportive. Jeannette is and that is something I don't think I can watch. If you want to, I can't, and won't object. I don't think I'll be angry, but please David, don't ask me to watch." 

David smiled and nodded. "That's the Cathy I know and love. She's a little on the Jealous side." 

Cathy nodded and said. "It's a bad personality trait. Perhaps if you flogged me every day I'd get over it." 

David chuckled. "Did you get whipped often?" He finished putting his shirt in place and was putting his shoes on. 

"Every day, corrections from Mistress Rebecca. Master Andre whipped me into a state of sexual frenzy that I wouldn't have believed." Cathy shifted slightly. "David, whippings always scared me. Now, I wonder what else I've been missing." 

David chuckled. "Devon suggested that I flog you from time to time, to keep you in practice." 

Cathy nodded. "Yes Master." 

David smiled at her playing the role and said. "Come on, let's get lunch, and we'll find your clothes before we head home."

"Yes David." Cathy said bowing her head. 

At lunch David saw Cathy was uncomfortable. "Something wrong Cathy?"

"No Sir. I'm just used to eating in a rush with the Slaves. We don't chat at meals, we barely have time to eat and get to class with a quick stop in the bathroom." 

Ann smiled and watched Cathy fidget. "You'll get used to dawdling at the table in no time Cathy." 

Cathy nodded. "Yes Mistress, I'm sure you're right." 

David turned to Devon. "I'm quite impressed with the improvement, it's one thing to hear you describe it, and another entirely to see and feel it first hand." 

Devon shrugged. "Cathy did most of the work, we just directed her efforts." 

David smiled. "Where in the name of all that's Holy did you learn these things, much less how to teach them?" 

Devon gave a wave as if it didn't really matter. "We were a group of trainers for a society that is to this day, secret. We're out of the society now, and have taken their traditions, and their techniques, and now teach here." 

"Where did you learn it? What Country?" David asked next.

"In a number of nations around the world David. We're sworn not to discuss our experiences beyond the most general explanations. No one who was a member would ever disclose those details." Devon explained. 

David bowed his head slightly, indicating that he was going to accept Devon's explanation. "Thank you for all you have taught her, you've given me a woman I can truly give my heart to." 

Devon winced slightly, almost imperceptibly. "It's important to remember that her training is less than half way done. Her understanding of the duties of a slave are at best general, and not truly tested." Devon shifted slightly. "I'm going to guess that you're going to take her home now." 

"Yes, I'm home, and I'd like to enjoy her company." David said.

"Absolutely." Devon waved a hand at the other trainers who all stood and left, including Ann who had understood that this conversation wasn't intended for all the diners. "David, my friend, I encourage you to do just that. I'd also like to suggest that you bring her back sometime, whenever you find you're going to Europe or Asia again, for a week or two, and we'll give her refresher training, and perhaps push her a bit further. A trained slave is only trained so long as they're practiced, she'll do some of that on her own, some needs help." 

David looked at Cathy. "I'll consider it. I don't go overseas for business all that often, usually it comes to me." 

"Sure David, no problem. I'm certain we'll see each other in town, at the various clubs and such." Devon waved it away. "We'll talk about this when you've gotten settled back in your life here." 

"Thank you Devon." David said again. 

Devon raised his wrist and spoke into the watch. "Jeannette."

"Yes Master." Came from the tiny speaker.

"Get Cathy's bag, and her belongings, she's leaving us after lunch. Place it in the guest room please." 

"Yes Master." 

David nodded and said. "Devon, will I see you in town tonight?"

"Not tonight. I have other things to attend to my friend. I am planning on going in a few days, perhaps Thursday or Friday." Devon answered. "I'm going to get the training of my house slaves back up on schedule, and I've got another client arriving in two days for a week." Devon explained.

David nodded and said. "Well, I guess we'll get Cathy dressed and on our way. Should I leave her bindings in the guest room?"

Devon shook his head. "Take them, I'm sure you'll find a use for them." 

David stood as Devon did and they shook hands. "See you around my friend." 

Devon turned to Cathy. "Good luck Cathy, you've done a great deal of growing, and you've come a long way. You have much to be proud of." 

Cathy hung her head as she knelt before him. "Master, I also want to thank you, all of you for helping me." She looked up and smiled. "Now I'm worthy of David's love."

Devon nodded and caressed her cheek. "Go on, you have a Master to attend to." 

Cathy rose and turned to follow David. 

Devon returned to his work. 

David arrived in the guest room and saw Cathy getting dressed. The bed was made, and he glanced and noticed that the sheets were fresh, someone had stripped and remade the bed, in fact, cleaned the room while they were eating. David commented on that.

"Of course Master, slaves always work to make things right for the Master. Jeannette wouldn't allow anything less from the others." Cathy said as she put her shoes on. 

"Amazing, they attend to the smallest detail in everything don't they?" David said as he looked around, not even a fingerprint was visible. In the bathroom, it was obvious that it had been cleaned and provided with fresh towels while they were at lunch. 

"Master Devon wouldn't allow the slaves to relax while there was to be done, and even if he missed something, I don't think Jeannette would." Cathy said standing. "Ready when you are Master."

David turned and looked at her and they walked out together. 

They made love twice more that afternoon and in the evening Cathy was kneeling on David's right hand side in the VIP of the Club de Sade. 

"So she's been trained now?" Luke asked looking at Cathy.

"Yes, she's learned many new tricks, and she's just more." David struggled to find the right word. "Submissive I guess." 

Marie tried to draw Cathy away from David so they could talk. Cathy ignored the request. She wouldn't leave until David said it was OK. Finally she asked to use the bathroom, and David approved.

"Cathy, what was it like?" Marie asked as a half dozen slaves gathered around her in the bathroom. 

"It was hard. God it was hard." Cathy said. Then she outlined what she'd learned, and the way the school was run. 

"Wow." Marie said in awe. "I told Luke no way, perhaps I should tell him otherwise." 

Cathy looked at her. "If you think it's a spa. Don't go. If you think it's a holiday playing slave, don't go. This is their life, and they won't accept anything less from a student, any student." 

"Well, I'm sure you can work with them about that." Marie said. "Everything's negotiable." 

"No it's not. Not there. Marie, please believe me. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. If I never go back, I think I'll be happy, and sad. There's more for me to learn, but the cost is awful high. You wake up running, and run all day long, and then you are put to bed. Sleep training hurts, it's awful. I almost quit before I learned how to sleep without moving." Cathy shuddered remembering the hated cage. "I was whipped every day, punished every day, and pushed farther than I thought anyone could be, right to the breaking point, literally the breaking point, every single day." 

Marie noticed the enthusiasm had increased in some, and cooled in others, like herself, who mostly played. 

"Well can't you just tell them you've had enough for today?"

Cathy laughed. "I did that, and they hung me from a rack, and whipped me for nearly an hour, and locked me in a small cage for the night." Shaking her head. "I spent a lot of time crying there from pain, humiliation, and just flat out exhaustion. Don't go Marie, you and I play at this, and there's only one thing that got me through the school." 

"What's that?" Marie asked.

"I love David, I didn't know I did, but with their help, I figured it out there." Cathy said. "For him, I'll do it. Not for any other soul on earth." 

Marie swallowed hard. She didn't love Luke, and somehow she knew it wouldn't to be worth it to her. 

Two others resolved to speak to their Master's; they wanted to learn those tricks. 

One other thing happened after Cathy returned to the City. Cathy had an account on a Bondage website, and had posted from time to time about things on the message board. The day after she returned home, while David was at the office getting some paperwork caught up from his absence, Cathy started to post information about the Academy. 

Not quite sure why she was doing it, she told herself she was helping Devon find more clients, but she also realized she was bragging. She was the first client to go there and return. Cathy told the story of Master's Devon, Andre, and Thomas. She told the community about Mistress Rebecca, Ballet, and Mistress Ann. She told about the beautiful Jeannette, the perfect slave. Some of the others had already posted about Diane, the bet with David, and Luke's reaction to Jeannette. 

The legend of the Academy was really born this day. This was the first report from inside The Vassal Academy. These stories were told first hand, and described the people, and the skills being taught, and how they were taught. Cathy typed for two hours, describing her experience, and her progress at the hands of these amazing trainers. This was the first description of the training aides online. There were some in the community that embraced this as long overdue; there were others who said it was impossible. 

Devon took on a legendary status almost overnight. Cathy described him as Jeannette had. Master Devon was the Master's Master. 



The Vassal Academy Ch. 13



The Vassal Academy. Pt. 13: Josh begins training.

Brad shook hands with Devon and turning left his slave, Josh, for the next three weeks in the care of the Academy. Josh had signed the contract and been taken upstairs by Jeannette a few minutes ago. 

Brad was on his way to inspect production facilities in India, Taiwan, and Japan before returning home. Upon his return, he wanted to see some improvement in Josh, who was quite submissive, but unskilled in many of the tricks that Devon promised would be addressed.

Josh was now nude, he’d heard Cathy talk about the Academy upon her return, and had talked to Mistress Dominique one night at the Executive Club. 

Taken to his first short class, Ballet, Josh arrived and walked to Mistress Rebecca while casually letting his hands cover his cock. 

“Jeannette, I see you managed to drag him down here.” Rebecca said rising and turning to Josh. “Slave Josh, I’m Mistress Rebecca, and this is Apprentice Trainer Ann. She’ll be working with us as we teach you to glide instead of strut which you just did.”

Josh blinked. Strut? “Mistress, I don’t think I strut.” He protested.

“You told me half a truth, you don’t think.” Rebecca allowed. “We’ll start with standing straight, which you’re not doing yet.” She strode to him and walked around him once. “Back straight, stop covering that cock, I’ve seen more than you have. Knees straight. Look straight ahead.” Rebecca began tapping him here and there to tighten him up.

“Now, let’s try and walk. Straight across the room Josh.” Rebecca said.

Ann watched and tried to stay even with Rebecca. She was so fast with the cane. Ann could see the small difference between right, and wrong, as Rebecca tapped it. She couldn’t always see it at a glance as Rebecca could.

Josh was tapped now and then with blows that seemed to be getting harder. Before the end of the first short class, the cane had started to sting. 

“Not bad Josh, you’re trying, and that’s something I can live with.” Rebecca allowed. “If you keep trying to please, you’ll go far in my class. Off to lunch with you slave. End of the hallway, you find a door, that’s the Slave Dining hall.” 

Josh hustled through the hallway, his cock bouncing along with every step. He found the Dining Hall by a nude woman walking through the door ahead of him. He followed her through and found the others inside already. Jeannette was the only one dressed. 

“Hi Josh, you’re tray is there, take it and sit anywhere. We tend to sit together, but this is our only time to chill during the day.” Jeannette said. “This is Diane, and that’s Geneva, she’s our medic. If you have any problem along those lines let her know.” 

Diane and Geneva waved at him and ignored him as directed by Jeannette. Josh felt himself stiffen a bit, and quickly got his tray and say at the table with them. He dug into the roasted new potatoes and roast pork. There we also steamed vegetables in the bowl. 

He stole a couple glances at Diane and Geneva. Geneva had larger tits, with big dark areola and succulent little nipples. Diane had smaller breasts, barely a palm full. The small pink nipples screamed that they were sensitive. Both girls had golden rings through their nipples, and Josh thought he could see similar rings in Jeannette’s nipples through the almost transparent slave dress thing. Josh was mostly homosexual, but he liked girls too. Bouncing around nude was going to take some time to get used to. 

Diane stood and took her tray and stacked the other two girl’s trays on it. “Josh, when you’re done, just put the tray on the counter there, and I’ll come and get it.” 

Geneva finished her drink and stood quickly. “Have to go, I’ve got Cunt Control with Master Andre.” 

“See you later Geneva.” Jeannette said.

“Have fun.” Diane said smiling knowingly as Geneva hustled out of the room

Jeannette waited until Diane left the room and said. “If you spend all of every meal checking out the rest of us, you’re going to starve to death. You have four minutes to be in Oral Arts Josh.”  

“Sorry, I’m trying to get used to this place.” Josh said.

“Oh we don’t care if you run around all day every day with a boner. We can’t and won’t touch you without orders.” Jeannette said. “I’d get to class quick, and pretend that flag pole you’re trying to hide doesn’t exist. Third Room on the right side, this floor.” Jeannette said pointing. 

Josh blushed and started with his tray. Jeannette interrupted him. “I’ll take it.” 

Josh bounced down the hall and tried to ignore his growing arousal, and how painfully obvious it was. He counted three doors and the plaque said “Oral Arts.” 

As Josh was reporting to Oral Arts, and finding Master Thomas who was really kind of cute, he tried to ignore his erection. Master Thomas didn’t even glance at it as he directed Josh to start working on station one. 

Jeannette was in Master Devon’s office. “Master, Josh ate with us, and he enjoyed the scenery. He was at half mast as he sat there.”

“Did the girls mention it?” Devon asked. 

“No Master. I told them before hand to ignore anything they saw as you told me. I also reminded them that they are not touch the trainee’s without permission.” Jeannette said.

Devon nodded. “I bet he’s going to have a rough time in Erection Control, don’t you?” 

“Master, I think he’s going to be beaten every day for a while. He still thinks slavery is about sex, instead of service.”

“On another note, It’s been three weeks, how are your new rings doing?” Devon asked.

“They’re healing. Geneva checked our rings last night, and we checked hers. She says we’re healing fine, and the salve the doctor gave us is working to speed that process Master.” 

“Any Pain?” 

“No Master.” Jeannette said. “It’s more arousing, keeping me even more on edge, but not painful. Diane’s nipple rings are the slowest healing, but otherwise we’re all doing fine.” 

Devon nodded. “Thank you Jeannette. Let me know about any other problems will you?”

Jeannette smiled. “Of course Master.” She glided to her feet and left his office. 

Devon decided to call Jeannette to his room tonight, she was not able to have any kind of rough sex using her pussy or breasts, the rings were still healing. However, her mouth and ass were just fine. 

Geneva was lying on the table while Master Andre coached her through the two-sensor probe. Mistress Ann was observing, and learning how the system worked, so she could teach it. 

“Geneva, relax. It pushes you and shows you where it’s pushing so you can feel it and learn how to control that muscle.” Andre explained. “It’s not easy, and you’ll probably take days, or even weeks to get this.” 

Geneva spoke through gritted teeth as she tried to force her cunt muscles to perform, as she wanted. She could squeeze, but she couldn’t squeeze in one area, and not squeeze in another. “Yes Master, I’ll get it.” 

Andre caressed her cheek and smiled. “I know you will, it’s not a requirement to get everything on the first day.” 

Josh was sucking the station two cock, a puny little thing. He glanced at Master Thomas from time to time and when he did, he would inevitably get a red light for failing to pay attention to the plastic cock. 

“That’s enough Josh. I can see you’re distracted.” Thomas said casually. “Probably that erection you’re trying to hide from me is causing you problems.” 

Josh was instantly embarrassed and at the same time hopeful. Perhaps he and Master Thomas could have some fun.

Thomas seemed to notice his excitement and sighed. “I can see we’re going to have to take matters in hand with you.” 

Josh felt a rush of anticipation run through him. It lasted about two minutes while Master Thomas walked to a cabinet to get something. Josh hoped it was some lube, he liked it when someone fucked him. He almost always came with only a little additional stimulation. A couple strokes, and he was there.

Thomas returned with a small black leather bag. “Punishment position. That is standing with your hands behind your head, and no movement.” 

Josh did as he was told and looked smugly at Thomas as his erection continued to grow. 

That smug look lasted until Thomas slipped the bag over Josh’s half erect cock, and then zipped it closed. Thomas quickly wrapped a strap around the balls and cock to keep the bag on. “You’ll have to find either a Master, or Jeannette to open this for you to take a piss. Until you learn to control this thing, we’re going to help you.” 

Josh felt little spikes hitting his cock as it was zipped up and he looked confused. “Master, it’s poking me.” 

“Yeah, it’s only got so much space, so every time you start to get hard, it’s going to poke the crap out of you until you get soft. The harder you get, the more painful it is. I’d start thinking about pleasing the master, and less about being pleased if I were you Josh.” Thomas said with a wicked grin. “We’re not here for your pleasure.” 

Josh blinked in confusion and then felt a rush of erotic thrill as someone exuded power over him, and that thrill caused his cock to twitch and grow. Then the pain of the pins got worse and he winced and cried. “Ouch, that hurts.” 

“Oh poor baby.” Thomas said reaching out and caressing Josh’s cheek. “I’m sure you’ll learn real fast.” 

Josh’s eyes got wide as he realized how tough it was going to be to keep himself under control. “Master, I thought I was to learn erection control, you know, getting hard, and staying hard?” 

“You are, but you’ve also got to learn how to keep it from getting hard. I don’t know any better way than to punish you every damn time you do it without permission, do you?”

Josh gulped and said. “Master, I’m usually about half mast when I’m doing the slave thing, I get off on the being controlled part.”

“Oh, well you’ll learn that you’re pleased, when we are. I’m not pleased, so you don’t get any pleasure. It’s a pleasure to serve your Master, to love your Master, and to do whatever the Master says. You don’t get to decide what service you give, or what you get in return Josh.” Thomas said. “Now, off to your chores. If you have to piss, you should ask now.” 

“Please Master, may I?” Josh asked. He didn’t have an overwhelming urge, but this was going to suck. 

“Sure.” Thomas said and walked with him to the bathroom. “The Master or Jeannette will stay with you. Jeannette and the other slaves will shower with you, so she’ll unlock you in the morning.” Thomas unlocked the bag and took it off quickly. “There you go. Have at it boy.” 

Josh tried to relax, but he could feel how sensitive his cock was after being poked by the bag. He managed to relax and empty his bladder and after washing his hands, again assumed the punishment position. The hated bag was put over his cock again, and he was sent upstairs to help clean the area where the slaves lived, and worked.

Thomas reported to Devon and smiled as he finished. 

“Oh, the Bag?” Devon asked shuddering. Lifting his wrist he said. “All trainers, make sure you have your key with you. Josh is in the bag.” 

Ann’s voice is the only one who answered. “The Bag?” 

Devon replied. “Yeah, could you meet me in Erection Control Ann?” 

“Yes Devon.”

In the classroom Devon turned the lights on and walked to the wall and selected the right item. He then took down several more and was setting them on the table when Ann came in. “Hey Ann, sorry to dump this all on you so fast, but you’ve got to learn now, because a student needs us to learn now.” 

“OK. So what the hell is all this?” Ann asked.

“This is the gates of hell.” Devon said holding up an item. “The rest are either erection prevention devices, or maintainers, like this cock ring which keeps the cock hard, and prevents an orgasm.” 

“That’s cruel.” Ann said with a wicked smile. 

“Yes it is Mistress. Josh is in the bag, which is perhaps the cruelest thing we have.” Devon said picking up an identical leather bag and handing it to Ann.

Ann looked at it, unzipped it and saw there were almost two hundred small thumbtacks inside. “Jesus Christ.” She paled noticeably and looked at Devon. “Don’t tell me you have one of these on his dick.” 

“We do. It’s locked on. Here’s your key to unlock him. He has to have someone, Jeannette or a Master, unlock him before he can take a leak. Ann, you’re supposed to accompany him into the rest room to make sure he doesn’t masturbate or play with it.” Devon explained.

Ann gave him a look that clearly said get real. 

Devon held up his hand to stop her before she got started. “Josh thinks this is all big fun. He thinks it’s all about sex, and not service. He’s learning right now that the erection is not his, it’s Master’s and is only allowed when Master says.” 

Ann took the key and shuddered. “Please God, let him find someone else when he has to take a leak.” 

Devon smiled and went back to describing the tools of erection control. 

Josh was not having any fun. That cute Geneva was polishing Brass with him, and she was putting her heart into it, and that made her tits jiggle. That in turn got his attention, which made him grow hard and that meant he hit the pins lining the inside of the bag. “Ouch.” Josh said again as his erection poked the pins. He let out a shuddering breath and wiggled himself trying to get free of the pins. This sucked big time.

“You OK?” Geneva asked.

“Yeah, the pins aren’t sharp enough to penetrate, unless you really put some pressure on it, but they fucking hurt.” Josh whined.

“Then relax, and don’t think about sex.” Geneva offered. 

Josh turned to the brass mumbling. “How do you not think about sex surrounded by nude people all the time.” 

“We’re not people, we’re slaves. That means it’s not my body, it’s Masters. We gave it to them, and they’ll use us if they choose. I used to be horny all the time too Josh, I got over it. Well, mostly.” Geneva gave a sheepish grin. “I’ve kind of figured out that if you love Master, love serving Master, you’ll get enough out of just doing whatever you’re told.” 

Josh had moved to the next plaque and Geneva was two ahead on the other side. Josh tried not to look but her cute ass wiggled when she stood on her tiptoes to inspect it for smudges. Josh felt his cock get hard and he clenched his jaw as the pins just started to poke him. His erection subsided, and he tried to think about baseball or something. 

Jeannette had heard the radio call and smiled. She took her key from her desk drawer and put it around her neck. Josh would be finding her, or the other masters until he quit thinking of all the fun he was going to have, and learned instead how to serve the Master.

Then Jeannette broke into a huge evil grin. Josh had erection control with Master Andre after dinner. Josh was supposedly Bi, and that seemed to be true at lunch, but Andre would enjoy tormenting Josh especially in the bag. 

At dinner Josh kept his head down and would wince from time to time. “Jeannette, do I have to sleep in this thing?”

“Unless Master says otherwise. Yeah.” Jeannette answered. She’d already talked to Diane, and reminded her not to play with Josh especially when he’s in the bag. Later she’d talk to Geneva. “You’ll learn, we all did. It’s not yours anymore, it belongs to Master.” 

Jeannette glanced at the clock and said. “You have a class now Josh. Master Andre is in room two, and should be about ready for you now. It’s the second room on the left, training wing. Someone will put you to bed afterwards.” 

Josh nodded and stood up. “OK, see you later, or in the morning, or whatever.” 

Josh was not enjoying himself, this hurt, and was humiliating. He walked to the room and entered. He looked up and saw a gorgeous blond guy wearing a ponytail. He was big, muscular, and his soft slacks clearly showed an impressive bulge. Josh almost licked his lips, instead crying. “Ouch.” He danced a bit as his cock subsided from the pain.

Andre chuckled. “Yeah, that hurts doesn’t it? Slave, I’m Master Andre, and I’m going to be teaching you erection control. That means you get hard when we want, and not unless we want.” 

Josh nodded and said. “Yes Master, sorry about that.” 

Andre waved it away. “You’ve been punished, that’s the trick of the bag, every time you try and take one of our erections, you get punished.” 

Andre approached and produced a key, which he used to unlock the bag. He removed it and looked at the cock. “Well no puncture marks yet, so you’ve been getting the soft corrections.” 

Ann walked in about then. “Hey Andre, how you doing. Mind if I observe?”

“Not at all. Jeannette’s going to be here soon to help with his training too.” Andre said and then turned to Josh. “As someone may have told you, Mistress Ann is an apprentice, learning how we train, so she follows the trainers, and trainee’s to learn how to be an Academy Trainer.” 

“Yes Master.” Josh said. He looked around the room and saw a couple video monitors, some speakers, and several cabinets. There was also a table. 

Jeannette entered and walked to Master Andre and knelt before him. “You wanted to see me Master?”

“Yes Jeannette. We’re going to be teaching Josh how to control that thing of his. If he manages to stay soft, he’ll be rewarded with an orgasm. If fails, he’ll be flogged, stuffed back into the bag, and sent to bed without any pleasure.” Andre said casually.

Josh swallowed hard. He tried to focus his mind on something, anything other than his cock. Andre continued. “Don’t go above level one with him, he’s a novice at this, and it wouldn’t be fair.” 

“Yes Master.” Jeannette said. She stood and stripped off her slave shirt. She turned and walked to Josh and knelt before him. She opened her mouth and gripped his cock and started to suck him almost immediately. 

Josh gasped and shuddered. He started to think of multiplication tables. Jeannette was beautiful. C Cup breasts, completely hairless, and she had rings dancing in her nipples as she walked and knelt before him. 

Andre glanced at the clock and walked to Ann. Leaning close and facing away from Josh and Jeannette he said quietly. “If he can stay soft for five minutes, he’ll pass for today. Jeannette’s only using level one, so if he has any control, he should pass.” 

Ann glanced at Josh and then back to Andre. “He’s not going to pass.” 

Andre nodded. “He’s really turned on by all the naked women, and perhaps you have caught his eye.” 

Ann smiled back. “Andre, I think I heard him screaming ouch from the hallway when he entered and saw you sweetie.” 

Andre shrugged and glanced at the clock. “Who can tell?”

Andre refrained from turning around and finally said. “Time Slave Jeannette. Kneel.”

As he turned around Josh’s cock stood out in proud glory, it twitched and was slick and wet. 

“Jeannette, did you use any advanced techniques?”

“Not one tongue swirl, not one bit of hum Master.” Jeannette replied.

“Good slave. You’re dismissed.” Andre said. 

Ann glanced at Josh’s face and it was beet red. Andre sighed. “Josh, five minutes? You couldn’t keep it down for five minutes?” 

“Master, she’s very good.” 

“If you had held your cock down for five lousy minutes, you would have seen just how good.” Andre said sadly. “Oh well, punishment position. I think that ten today should get you to understand that we’re serious. You will learn control Josh, I promise you.” 

Josh groaned and shuddered. “Yes Master.” 

Ann shook her head as Jeannette picked up her slave shirt and started for the door. Ann followed her out and in the hallway asked. “Did you really only use level one Jeannette?”

“Yes Mistress. We don’t cheat the student when we test them. Josh has been on edge all day, his cock is perpetually getting poked in the bag. He’ll learn, they always do.” Jeannette said and turned to go.

Ann heard the sounds of the cane striking Josh and headed for the staff wing. She knew Andre would see to putting Josh to bed, and she didn’t want to see Josh take a leak. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 13



Jeannette stopped by the kitchen and checked the cleaning and then went upstairs herself. 

She reported to Master Devon and reported that all chores were nearly complete, the kitchen being last and was about done now. Devon nodded and waved her in. Jeannette entered and closed the door assuming that he wanted some privacy with her.

“Jeannette, I know the last month or so has been tough for you. First Cathy, then the rings, and now that those are nearly healed, we’re starting to train the girls. Is there anything we can do for you?” Devon asked.

“No Master, I’m happy to serve.” Jeannette said. 

“I’m very pleased, and I’m sure you’re so very tired.” Devon said with a knowing smile.

Jeannette smiled back. “Master, if there is some other service I could provide, I’d be happy to do so.” 

Devon nodded. “Slave mouth.” 

Jeannette knelt before him and opened her mouth. Devon presented his cock and she began to lovingly suckle on him. She quickly got him erect, knowing that he wouldn’t give himself one order, instead, allowing her to serve him, and his pleasure. 

Devon relaxed and enjoyed the fringe benefit of being a Master. After fifteen minutes of her attentions, he gave the next order. “Slave, ass.” 

Jeannette smiled, it had been a while since she’d gotten a good ass fucking, and she was looking forward to it. She really did like it, especially from Master Devon. Devon moved to stand behind her as she leaned over and placed herself on the bed. She widely spread her legs, and relaxed her asshole. Devon positioned himself at her brown rose, and then inserted his cock head inside her. 

“That feels so good Master.” Jeannette mewed. 

Devon smiled and slid his length inside her. He buried his entire length inside her, and gave her a moment or two to get accustomed to it. Then he began fucking her ass. He pounded himself into her after a minute. He loved it fast, and hard. 

“Master, please, let me come soon, I can’t hold out much longer.” Jeannette said breathily. 

“Jeannette, come as you wish.” Devon grunted.

Jeannette complied, her orgasm washed over her as she stopped fighting it. “God that’s good.” 

Devon buried himself to the hilt and began to ejaculate himself. Jeannette squirmed and accepted his load. She smiled and knew Master enjoyed her company. 

Devon relaxed and allowed his cock to soften and then he withdrew himself. Jeannette turned and licked his cock clean. She had one hand covering her ass as she cleaned his beautiful cock. 

Devon watched her and caressed her cheek as she licked him clean. Then he watched her began to eat his come. Her fingers caught the small amount of semen that escaped her open hole, and she licked the fingers clean. 

Devon looked at her. “So would you like to stay here with me slave?”

“Yes Master, I would.” Jeannette answered and leaned into his caressing hand. 

“How are the others doing?” Devon asked.

“They’re fine Master, perhaps a little on edge, but they’re not anal trained yet.” Jeannette answered.

Devon nodded. “We’re going to take that slow with Diane, but a little faster with Geneva, she’s done it before.” 

“Yes Master, she’s already looking forward to it. She said she’s had a climax from it before.” 

“Lay with me slave, and if you wake me, I’ll punish you all day tomorrow.” Devon ordered.

“Yes Master.” Jeannette answered and moved to the bathroom to clean herself quickly and then join him in bed. 

Josh lay down and tried to keep his mind clear, the bag sucked. He hated it. Brad wanted him to do this, and the oral arts training was a good investment, but this thing really hurt when he got hard. 

The next morning Jeannette woke him as she flicked the lights on. “Come on Josh, we’ve got to get cleaned up and to breakfast.” 

Josh heard the other two in the hallway as he got up. Jeannette walked with him to the bathroom and turning him to face her inside said. “OK, this comes off for morning hygiene. It goes back on when we head for breakfast, Master’s orders.” 

Josh felt the hated bag off of him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed there were no stalls and saw the other two using the toilets. He blanched at the thought. “Wait, we do this together?” 

“Yeah, what you think we don’t poop?” Geneva asked mockingly.

Diane laughed and stood up after wiping herself and headed for the shower. “You best hurry, Jeannette never misses breakfast, and that means she’ll lock you in that damn thing before she leaves.” 

Jeannette was on the toilet and ignoring everyone. After wiping she joined the other two in the shower. Josh groaned and sat on the toilet. He focused, but couldn’t relax his bowels enough. Perhaps later he’d have time. He did manage to empty his bladder, and was in the shower and quickly scrubbing while the girls were brushing teeth and hair. 

At breakfast he ate quickly, and was in his first class, Ballet. Diane was in Cunt Control, and Geneva was in with Chef. Jeannette was working in the office. Mistress Rebecca put him through the paces, slashing wickedly with the cane.

“Slave, Ass.” Rebecca commanded, and then talked him through the position. She tapped him to get him right. She put him in slave kneel and walked around him. “Not bad, I’ll accept this from a novice.” 

Another twenty minutes of slave kneel, slave mouth, intermixed with walking and standing and Josh was done for the day with Ballet. 

“Better Josh, you’re doing better when you’re thinking about pleasing us, instead of getting that cock some attention.” Rebecca said. “Keep this up for another day or two, and I’ll take that thing off of you.” 

Ann was watching Diane strain trying to get the two sensor probe to trip. She could activate the top probe, and not the bottom, but she couldn’t reverse it. 

“OK Diane, that’s enough for now. You’re doing really well, I’m very pleased with you.” Andre said softly as he caressed her head. Leaning closer he whispered into her ear. “Let me know when those rings are healed up.” 

Diane’s face broke into a huge grin and she said. “Yes Master.” 

Andre smiled back and removed the probe gently from her. He set it aside for cleaning and then sent Diane on her way to clean up the slave bathroom. 

Geneva had already worked on it, and Diane instead worked with Josh to sweep and mop the floor. 

Josh groaned. “I have to take a leak.” 

“I don’t have a key Josh, Jeannette is in Admin. I don’t know where the others are.” Diane offered helpfully. 

Josh looked down and then looked surprised. “I’ve only been poked a couple times today.” 

Diane smiled. “Great, it’s amazing how fast you learn something with the right motivation.” 

Josh headed for admin to find Jeannette, and Diane put the cleaning supplies away.

After being unlocked so he could take a leak, he stoically endured the bag being put back on. Jeannette did so quickly and efficiently. 

After lunch, Josh was working station two and three in Oral Arts. Mistress Ann coached him with Thomas watching her. She didn’t make any mistakes big enough for him to interrupt her, so he let her go. Josh mastered two, and almost got three before being sent to clean up this floor before dinner. 

Ann was almost down the hall when Josh’s voice stopped her. “Mistress.” 

“Yes Josh?” She asked.

“I need to use the bathroom, could you unlock me?”

Ann forced herself to keep from groaning. Thomas had wanted to wipe down the stations and invited Ann to go and type the report. Ann nodded. “Sure, I’ll take care of that.” She pulled out her key and unlocked the bag. “Go on, I’ll wait for you.” 

Josh went into the restroom and sat on the toilet. He quickly emptied his bowels, and hoped that Mistress would forgive him. Ann waited impatiently, she wasn’t about to walk in on him, but it was taking too long for a simple piss. 

Josh came out and stood in punishment position. Ann asked. “Everything OK?”

“Yes Mistress, I couldn’t go this morning, so I just went. Sorry.” Josh said. 

Ann stifled the groan, too much information. “OK.” She put the bag back on, zipped it up, and then ran the strap around Josh’s balls and the strap for the zipper. She locked them on and turned to go. 

In the office she typed the report on Josh’s progress through station two and almost through three. 

Diane came out of Ballet and joined Josh in cleaning up.

After a dinner of roast beef and corn with a nice rice pilaf all mixed together in a bowl Josh found himself again in erection control. This time Diane was waiting with Mistress Ann and Master Andre.

After unlocking him Andre began to explain the situation again. “OK Josh, simple test. Since you failed the five-minute test, I’m going to give you a chance to pass tonight. If you can last four minutes without getting hard, I’ll have Diane finish you before bed.” Turning to Diane who was waiting in slave kneel. “Diane, no phase two tricks, only phase one technique. Understand?”

“Yes Master.”

Josh stepped forward and forced himself to focus on anything other than her full lips licking and sucking on his cock. He felt himself stir and he knew he was going to be punished if he didn’t concentrate. Josh focused his mind on something else. He focused his mind on auto specifications. He focused his attention on something else that interested him, astronomy. He knew the names of all the astronauts on the last five shuttle missions, so he focused on their pictures and names. 

“Time.” Andre said and immediately continued. “Slave Diane, kneel.” 

Josh blinked and looked down surprised. Diane was smiling up at him. He was not even half erect. He looked at Master Andre and Mistress Ann. 

Andre nodded. “Good enough for a novice, Diane, after you finish him, the lock is open, let him use the rest room, and then put him to bed. Make sure the bag is on like we showed you.” 

“Yes Master.” Diane said smiling. Andre didn’t ask if she’d done it right, he already knew she had. 

Andre and Ann walked out and Josh looked around confused. “Now what?”

“Now, I blow you and you get your reward for obedience. Master is pleased.” Diane said sliding forward. “I’d let you have my cunt, but I just got rings, and I’m not allowed to have sex yet.” 

Josh relaxed into the blowjob, and noticed that the techniques she was using were really very different than the ones she had used before. There were tongue swirls and little brushes of the teeth that sent shudders through him. Diane licked and sucked on his cock like a lollypop. She was happy to do this, Master Andre had asked for her specifically. He had also told her to let him know when the rings were healed. That meant he wanted to take her to bed, and she would happily comply. 

Josh felt his cock stiffen, and then he felt it ready to pop. He groaned as his orgasm started his hips to jerking. He grabbed Diane’s head and held her as he pumped into her mouth. He leaned back and looked down at her as she licked his cock clean. “Thanks.”

Diane smiled. “My pleasure, I don’t get as much practice at that as I might like. You’re a client trainee, which means your training comes first.” 

Diane took him upstairs and let him use the restroom and then locked him in the bag. She wished him a good night and walked off to report to Jeannette. It had been explained that the male trainee’s had to learn to stay soft when they were not supposed to get hard, and to get hard when they were supposed to. Ejaculation control would be phase two, and Jeannette had told them that all of the slaves would be fucking Josh sooner or later. 

“Girls, we get the fun job. We get to uncork every trick we know to make him shoot his load before his time is up. If we do, he gets punished, and we get rewarded. When he holds out, we get whipped, and then later Master will reward us for our obedience. Either way, we win.” 

Geneva had grinned evilly. “So our job is to make the male slave come quick?”

Jeannette nodded. “Yes, and the faster you do it, the happier Master is. We always follow the rules. At first, it’s blowjobs, and we’re only allowed phase one tricks. We’ll all review those stations to make sure we know what they are.” 

Diane liked being selected to assist Master. Geneva might be next, or whatever Master Andre had up his sleeve, but Diane knew she was appreciated here. She could feel it every day. 

Jeannette was on her bed with her legs drawn up and Geneva was holding a light inspecting the rings. 

“Looking good Jeannette. Almost healed, another few days, and you’re good to go.” Geneva said as she rubbed the salve in to keep the rings healing fast. 

“Diane, great, how did it go with Josh?” Jeannette asked.

“He made it four minutes, then he didn’t last ten.” Diane answered. She had been told to glance at the clock and make a note of how long he lasted if she was allowed to reward him. That would factor into his ejaculation control training later.

“On the bed Diane, let me check your rings next.” Geneva said.

Diane took Jeannette’s space and spread her legs. Geneva took a quick look and shook her head. “It’s healing, but kind of slow. I’m afraid you’re going to take the six week end of the time.” 

Diane groaned. “Damn. Master Andre wanted me to let him know when I was healed up.” 

Jeannette smiled. “Geneva, if we put the salve on twice a day, would that help?”

Geneva shook her head as she leaned back. “No, I don’t think so. There’s no sign of infection. I don’t see any problems; it’s just taking a little longer is all. Sorry Diane.” 

Diane sighed and said. “Well shit.” She smiled slightly. “It’s not your fault. Thanks Geneva. Honestly it is a little sore still.” 

“Let’s get some sleep, we’ve got a long day tomorrow.” Jeannette said. 

The girls went to their own room and turned the lights out. They lay down and went to sleep. 

Josh resolved to himself to make sure he focused on what he was doing tomorrow, the reward for obedience was pleasure, and the punishment for disobedience was pain. Like everyone, he’d rather have pleasure.

Up and running at seven, Josh followed the girls into the bathroom and waited while Jeannette unlocked his bag. Josh was on the toilet with the rest and closed his eyes. He cleared his mind and felt himself empty both his bladder and bowels. At breakfast he quickly ate and found he was getting used to the pace. 

Mistress Rebecca was waiting for him with Mistress Ann in Ballet. Mistress Rebecca didn’t waste a moment, and spent the next three hours flogging him across the room. Josh had tears of pain and humiliation running down his cheeks. After he left the room Ann and Rebecca sat and started to talk about how to manage the class.

“It’s important to push the student as far as they can go. When did I start to back off a bit Ann?” Rebecca asked.

“Not when the tears started, it was after that.” Ann said.

“When he started to tremble, and look like a frightened animal. Imagine him with a tail, and when that tail is tucked and he has bowed his back, that’s when he’s about at his limit.” Rebecca explained. 

Ann sat and thought about that, and nodded her head. “I think I’m getting it. So when Devon says to give Josh a bad day, we get a little more strict, make him tuck that tail faster, and keep it right there until the class is done.” 

“Right, and then the next class is also hard, and the one after that.” Rebecca said. “The idea is to see how he reacts tonight in erection control, we need to see what he can take, and how his mind works. In a day or two, we’ll give him an easy day, and see how that affects him.” 

Ann nodded slowly. “Jesus, it’s like this whole house is a Machiavellian nightmare.” 

“The hard days make the regular days seem easier, but you have to survive the hard days.” Rebecca said standing. “Oh, when are you going to bring one of the slaves to your bed?”

Ann blushed deep red. “One of these days, I’m going to get used to the idea that you people have no shame.” 

“Ann, the only benefits to the job our slaves have is serving us. They don’t have anything else to consider a bonus. They’ve all blown the male trainers. I’ve taken both Geneva and Diane to my bed to service me. You need to as well. They consider it an honor. They understand that Devon is the Master’s Master, and they don’t get to service him very often, you are a trainer, like the rest of us.” Rebecca explained. “You need to have them take your edge off now and then, it shows them you appreciate their service.” 

Ann sighed. “Rebecca, I’ve never felt attracted to another woman, and until Jeannette I didn’t think I could respond to a woman. I’m afraid that I’ll just lay there like a piece of meat and end up faking it to make them feel good about their efforts.” 

“Well at least you’ve been thinking of it.” Rebecca said exiting the class and walking with Ann. “Tell Geneva to meet you in your room, and give her a strap on.”

Ann groaned. “Are you joking?”

“Not at all, she did it for me last week. She’s got good rhythm.” 

After the report was written on Josh. Rebecca said. “Ann, come with me to Ballet after lunch, see how I play with Geneva in class.” 

“Fine.” Ann agreed. “Rebecca, were you lesbian before you joined the group?”

“No, I didn’t learn the joys of Sapphic sex until I joined them.” 

Josh went to Oral Arts, and Geneva arrived in Ballet. Mistress Rebecca started right in on her. “So slave, how are those rings doing?”

“Good Mistress, they’re nearly healed. My nipple rings are still healing, but the cunt rings are about healed.” Geneva answered.

Rebecca took her cane and walked to Geneva and stood very close to her. “Good slave, I’m looking forward to attaching bells to those rings, and flogging you. Each lash of the whip will make you jump, and will drag on those rings, making you a horny little slut all over again.” 

Geneva gasped in anticipation. She shuddered in pleasure and her breath took on a husky tone as she said. “Yes Mistress that would be wonderful.” 

Rebecca walked around Geneva and caressed her ass with the cane. “Oh, how I look forward to tormenting you with those rings.” 

Geneva bit her lip and nodded. “Yes Mistress.” 

“Tell Mistress Ann what you want from us.” Rebecca said softly.

“Mistress, I want to be used, I want to be tormented. Mistress Ann, I want to serve the Masters.” Geneva said with a tear running down her cheek. 

Ann walked forward and stood before Geneva. She reached a hand out and caressed her cheek. Then she let her hand drop down and ran her fingers down along the edge of Geneva’s breast. “Poor Geneva, so long without an orgasm.”

Geneva moaned as she felt the fingers dancing along her breast. “Mistress, that feels so good.” 

Ann leaned in closely. “I can’t let you come, it would hurt your rings, but tonight, you’re to come to my room after your chores are done. Tonight, you’ll make me come slave.” 

Geneva gasped in pleasure and nodded her head. “Yes Mistress, I’ll do anything for you.”

Rebecca nodded behind Geneva and turned to the clock. “Well, we’ve let you get away with ignoring your duties in Ballet long enough slave.” 

Rebecca winked at Ann who said. “Perhaps we should just admit she can’t do ballet, and flog her for the duration of the class?” 

Geneva shuddered in anticipation. Rebecca sighed. “We don’t have time to entertain ourselves all the time Mistress Ann. We have to teach this little slut how to walk properly.” 

“Oh I suppose you’re right, Slave, kneel.” Ann said. 

Geneva did so and looked up at Mistress Ann with longing on her face, and perhaps a touch of love shining in her eyes. 

Ann ran Geneva through her paces and then Rebecca took over to train her on the phase two positions. After Slave Ass, Rebecca leaned down. “Look at this little slut, you can see how happy she is at the thought of getting a big old hard cock shoved right up that ass.” 

Geneva was wet, she was practically soaking wet on her hands and knees with her legs spread wide. Her back was bowed, and she knew that Mistress Ann and Rebecca saw her arousal. She hung her head in shame. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 13



“Mistress Rebecca, I think you’re right. She’s obviously desperate for some attention there.” Ann said playing along. Wondering if it was true, could she really want to be used anally?

“Geneva, tell Mistress Ann what you told me about your anal experience.” Rebecca said.

Geneva raised her head and said slowly and distinctly. “Mistress, I’ve had anal sex twice. It hurt the first time, a little less the second time. Both times, it felt wonderfully taboo, so dirty.” Geneva almost sobbed. She shifted slightly, her cunt was on fire. 

Rebecca knelt behind her and shook her head. “Slave cunt.” 

Geneva didn’t hesitate, she arched her back, allowing her cunt to open and be very visible to everyone. 

Rebecca ran her fingers along the slit and sighed. “Slave, when your rings are healed, I may do you a favor and let every Male in the house, after I’ve reamed you open with my biggest strap on, fill that hungry little slit.” 

Geneva squirmed in joy. 

Ann shook her head and rolled her eyes. She knew she was playing the part right now, not really living it, but she could feel the heat spreading as she enjoyed the tormenting of Geneva. Her reaction was largely because Geneva really enjoyed the torment. Diane would be weeping right now in shame, whereas Jeannette wouldn’t react at all. Geneva on the other hand, reveled in the torment. 

Mistress Rebecca stood up and rubbed her fingers together smiling at Ann and said. “Slave, throat.” 

Ann saw the moisture on the fingers and nodded her head. She understood that Geneva was loving this attention. The money wasn’t worth it, she wouldn’t do this for the money. It was the joy she got in the attention. 

Geneva opened her mouth and held her head upright, in a position which would allow Master to fuck her face, and shove his cock down her throat. She wasn’t deep throat trained yet, had only just begun that in Oral Arts, but she knew that it wouldn’t be long. 

After Dinner, Josh and Geneva reported to Erection Control, and found Master Andre, Mistress Ann waiting for him. 

“Great Josh, right on time. Slave Geneva, kneel.” Andre said walked towards Josh with a key in his hand. “Tonight, I want five minutes from you Josh. If you make it, I’ll have Geneva finish you off. If you don’t, I’ll be beating you until I get bored.” 

Josh felt the bag unlocked and watched as Andre unzipped it and removed it. “Yes Master, I only got poked once today.” 

“Then you may be learning. Let’s see shall we?” Andre said. “Slave Geneva, mouth on Josh, and Slave, only phase one oral art tricks.” 

“Yes Master.” Geneva said and smiling moved to kneel before Josh. Jeannette was right, this was fun. She licked her lips and took Josh’s soft cock in her mouth. She started to lick and suck on his cock using only the level one tricks. She glanced at Mistress Ann, and hoped she would be pleased. 

Josh tried to focus his mind, but he was distracted. Geneva was squirming around as she sucked him and he tried to stare ahead. He felt himself stir and tried to imagine something else. 

Ann saw him swell and almost smiled. Josh wasn’t going to make it tonight. Andre shook his head and walked up behind Josh. “If you get hard tonight, I’m going to lose a bet with Mistress Ann, and that means I’m going to beat you instead of train you tomorrow night.” 

Josh paled noticeably. “Master, I’m trying, she’s squirming around and making it hard to ignore.”

Ann saw him shrink a bit and smiled broadly. She walked up behind Geneva and said. “That’s because she’s excited about servicing me later Josh, I’m going to take her to my bed tonight.” 

Josh swallowed hard. He realized they were playing with him, they were tormenting him. Teasing him, and he didn’t know how to ignore that. 

“Time. Slave Geneva, kneel.” Andre said. He looked over Josh’s shoulder and shook his head. “Josh, I’m so disappointed.” 

Geneva beamed up at Mistress Ann standing behind her. 

Josh had a tear in his eye as he said. “Master, I’m sorry, it’s not my fault though, they’re cheating.” 

Andre walked around and looked at Josh. “Really? They’re cheating? Oh well then you’re going to hate this Josh.” 

Ann kept the confusion off of her face as Andre ordered Josh to sit in the chair facing the video moniters. He tapped a couple keys on the keyboard and both monitors started up showing pornography. The one on the left showed gay porn scenes, and the one on the right showed straight sex intermixed with lesbian scenes. 

“Geneva, keep blowing him, but don’t let him come, under any circumstances.” Andre ordered as he locked Josh’s wrists into the provided wrist clamps. 

Ann smiled evilly. Josh was going to be getting a version of the table tonight. The only difference was he wouldn’t be allowed to come. 

Geneva positioned herself and went back to blowing Josh. She sucked and licked him, uncorking every trick she knew, Josh would twitch and she’d slide off and lick the underside, avoiding the head of his cock which was now thick and purple in desire. 

For almost an hour this was kept up as Andre talked to Josh about the scenes on the monitors. Josh’s cock looked huge and swollen to it’s maximum size. 

Geneva couldn’t suck it at all any more, she could only lick it gently, he was so close to coming. She grinned as she sucked on his balls, and Josh was nearly weeping now. He was nearly insane with desire. 

Andre kept talking to him and Ann wondered how sadistic someone had to be to enjoy this, and she was enjoying this. She intended to allow Geneva to masturbate, or perhaps she would fuck Geneva later. 

“OK, that’s enough Geneva, slave kneel.” Andre ordered. He looked at Josh’s raging hard on and shook his head. Unzipping his fly he pulled own cock out of his pants. It was soft and hung straight down. “Josh, you see this? I’ve been right here, and am soft even though I’ve been talking about sex and watching an artist like Geneva play with you for an hour.”

“Please Master, let me come.” Josh begged.

Shaking his head Andre said. “No Josh, no rewards for you. Not until you learn to control yourself.” 

Josh strained against his bondage and twitched madly. “It’s not fair.” 

“Life isn’t fair Josh, you are a slave, and only by obedience do you get to be pleasured in return.” Andre said softly and in a husky voice. “We are not here for your pleasure Josh, you’re here for our pleasure.” 

Josh was nearly ready to cry openly as he thrashed about trying to stimulate his cock some more. 

“Mistress Ann, why don’t you take Geneva, and go on now. Josh and I are going to talk some more, perhaps watch some TV before bed.” Andre said.

Ann nodded. “Excellent idea Master Andre, come on Geneva, you still have me to attend to.”

“Yes Mistress.” Geneva said happily. 

Ann waved Geneva out of the room and followed her out. Geneva loved the attention. She would obey any order, because she loved the attention. She loved to be tortured with arousal, teased to a state of sexual frustration, and she enjoyed bondage. Ann decided to play a bit with Geneva tonight.

Stopping by the Bondage Training room, Ann ducked inside and picked up a couple things, and then walked upstairs to her room with Geneva. Opening her door she pointed to a spot on the floor and Geneva glided there and knelt waiting. Ann closed the door and locked it, walking over to stand before Geneva. “So little slave, you seemed to enjoy tormenting Josh like that.”

“Mistress, I was just following the instructions you and Master Andre gave me.” Geneva said with a  small smile.

“Oh, you can tell me the truth, I could see it, you enjoyed tormenting him.”

“Yes Mistress.” Geneva admitted.

“Good. Now stand little slut, because I enjoy tormenting too.” Ann said slowly.

Geneva stood and Ann attached a long leather strap to her collar in the back, then she connected Geneva’s wrist restraints to the strap up high, near her shoulder blades. 

Geneva  now stood with her chest thrust forward, her hands connected to the strap up high. Ann walked around her rubbing her hands over Geneva, watching her eyes glaze over in passion, in lust. 

“Little slut wants Mistress to torment her doesn’t she?”

“Yes Mistress.” Geneva breathed, she was starting to pant and lick her lips as the heat built inside her.

Ann walked behind Geneva and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “You’re supposed to be in the Kitchen tomorrow aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, it’s my turn.” Geneva breathed.

“Before you go, you’re to report to me in the Anal training room, right after breakfast. I’m going to put a plug up that little ass of yours, and strap it in with a chastity belt to get you ready to be fucked.” Ann said. Rebecca had told her that would make Geneva melt in arousal, and it was obviously working. 

“Yes Mistress.” Geneva breathed. “Thank you Mistress.” 

“Now little slut, as I understand it, as long as we’re gentle with that hungry little slit of yours, you can have an orgasm isn’t that right?” Ann asked.

“Yes Mistress.” Geneva almost panted in response.

“Then I’ll do this for you slave. If you make me come by licking my lovely pussy, I’ll let you come for me.” Ann said as she rubbed her hand across Geneva’s lower belly. 

Geneva shuddered in pleasure. Her lips were trembling. “Thank you Mistress.”

Ann took her shirt off revealing her bra. She stepped up close to Geneva. “Mistress Rebecca and I were talking about getting a number system for you, one of those now serving things like at a Deli?”

“For me mistress?” Geneva asked.

“Yes, so we could have a big sign over your ass saying now serving, and a long line of people to fuck that hungry little pussy of yours.” 

Geneva gasped in pleasure at the image. 

Ann smiled and then took her bra off. “Lick my breasts slave.” 

Geneva bent over to lick and suck on Mistress’s breasts. Ann continued talking. Rebecca had told her to keep up the images, and had given her a number of images to talk about. “We also discussed what would have happened if you weren’t here, and we decided that you would probably be giving blowjobs, badly since you were untrained, for two dollars a pop down at the docks in Boston.” 

Geneva shuddered at the image of that. She felt Mistress Ann’s nipples tighten. 

Ann felt a rush of power over Geneva, the ability to control her, to torment her, and while she was getting off on it, so was Geneva. Geneva continued to lick and suck on her nipples while Ann saw her hands tugging on the restraints. 

“Good slave.” Ann said as she reached down to undo her pants and slid them off her hips. She lay on the bed and parted her legs. “Now, lick my pussy slave, make me feel wonderful.” 

Geneva knelt and began to kiss the inside of Mistress Ann’s thigh. She smelled Ann’s arousal and smiled to herself. Mistress was pleased with her. She was so deliciously cruel, leaving her arms bound up behind her. Then the promise of the anal plug tomorrow while she worked in the kitchen, Mistress was certainly cut out to be a dominant. 

Ann relaxed and tried to enjoy the tender kisses of Geneva on her sex. She still hated the term cunt, but was getting so she could hear it without wincing visibly. She looked down and saw Geneva straining to lick and suckle, her arms still bound painfully behind her. Ann reached for a braided leather stinger she had gotten from Andre. It was stiff leather, but did flex some. Andre had told her to refrain from swinging it full arm, no wind up, as that would definitely leave bruises. Ann flicked it out and let it strike the back of Geneva as she licked her cunt. 

Geneva gasped at the unexpected lash of the whip and looked up in surprise. Mistress had a faraway look on her face and seemed to be lashing out at her absent-mindedly. Grinning Geneva went back to work on Mistress’s pleasure, resolving to pleasure Mistress Ann who had such a wonderful understanding of the slave’s needs. 

Ann felt her orgasm start to build as Geneva worked her clit. She ground her pelvis into Geneva’s mouth and let out a low moan. Not forgetting where she was, or what she was, she had started to embrace her identity, and her life. “Slave, lick me well slave, give me my orgasm.” Ann breathed.

Geneva focused her efforts, she would have found it easier if she had use of her hands, but she was determined to please Mistress. 

Ann felt the orgasm wash over her and pulse outward from her clit. She didn’t scream, Geneva wasn’t that good yet, but she did moan low in her throat. 

Geneva licked gently to caress Mistress down from her high, and clean up the juices that Mistress had produced. 

Ann sat up and braced herself on her elbows, and looked down approvingly at Geneva. “Well done slave. I’m pleased.” Ann said softly. 

“Thank you Mistress.” Geneva said. She didn’t dare ask about her own pleasure, knowing the mercurial temperament of Masters and the possessiveness of Masters who doled out pleasure. In reality, pleasure was something they passed out when they wanted, not when you wanted. You had to earn your pleasure as a reward from the Masters.

Ann sat up fully and had Geneva spin around. She released the bindings that had kept her hands up behind her. Ann stood behind Geneva and pulled on the strap that remained connected to Geneva’s collar. 

Geneva leaned back, feeling Mistress’s breasts press against her back. Ann reached around and rubbed her hands over the pelvic bone of Geneva. “So do you want to put on a show for me slave?” 

“Yes Mistress.” Geneva breathed. She could taste Ann’s most intimate fluids on her lips, and she was almost quivering in need.

“Will you be gentle with yourself, to protect your rings slave?” 

“Yes Mistress, I will be gentle.” Geneva replied. 

“You may do so now. Slave, if I think you’re being too rough, I stop you even if I have to bind you all night long.” 

Geneva nodded. Arousal making the ability to speak a difficult task. 

“On my bed slave, perform for my entertainment.” Ann told her. 

Geneva got on the bed and lay on her back. She began to rub her pussy and slid a finger gently into herself. “Oh Mistress, thank you.”

Ann turned her desk chair around and sat on it. She settled to watch the show, to savor the power she had over it. “Good slave, perform for me, put on a show for me.” Ann encouraged.

Ann thought about the degrading nature of this, and what would make it better for Geneva. She was out of ideas provided by Rebecca, and had only one herself, but that was almost too much for her to consider, unless. “Slave, the next time I spend the evening with Master Andre, I may call you to come and lick my pussy clean for me.”

Geneva moaned loudly as she imagined that. “Oh Mistress, may I come, I’m going to come soon.” 

“No slave, you haven’t waited long enough.” Ann said in reply. “Wouldn’t you like to come and lick all of Master Andre’s come out of me?”

Geneva was rolling her hips now, her hands rubbing her pussy rapidly. “Yes Mistress. Please Mistress let me come, I can’t wait much longer.” 

“No silly slave, I want to see a show, that’s a long show, nothing this short.” Ann said in reply determined to let the girl ask three times. “Perhaps I’ll let you watch Master Andre and I have sex, and after he comes, have you right there to lick me clean.” 

Geneva came at the idea of kneeling and watching Mistress and Master have sex, and being ordered as they were just finishing to clean them both. Ann blinked in surprise, and then frowned and shook her head. “Naughty slave, you came without my permission.” 

“I’m sorry Mistress.” Geneva breathed and sobbed. “I tried to hold off, but the idea was too much for me. I’m so sorry.” 

Ann shook her head. “I’ll have to punish you for that. Naughty slave.” Ann said again. She had no idea what kind of punishment to give to a slave who came without permission. She knew what they had done to Diane for touching herself for pleasure, but the problem of a slave who came without permission was one Ann hadn’t run into yet. 

“Yes Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress, I did try and behave.”

“Well, tell you what I’m going to do Geneva. I’m going to consider it tonight, while I sleep. You aren’t going to be allowed to stay with me tonight.” Ann had no intention of waking next to another woman, this night was about all she could manage. “I’ll consider your theft of my orgasm while I sleep, and tell you your punishment in the morning while I put a plug in your ass.” 

Geneva nodded and said. “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, I am sorry.” 

“I know, naughty slave. Off you go now.” Ann said waving towards the door. Ann knew she was mimicking Rebecca’s mannerism, and probably her words, but she didn’t have any of her own yet. She could only imitate others so far, but she knew that her own style was right around the corner, some of it was closing on her, and she could feel it. 

Ann lay down in her bed, covering herself with her blanket before she turned the light out. Geneva was pretty good about taking the edge off, and the sense of power she felt tormenting the girl was intoxicating. She had to be careful about that; it would be too easy to abuse the power. 

Andre had chained Josh’s hands up near his neck, and taken him to the shower to hose him off with cold water. Josh screamed as the icy water shocked him. As his erection subsided slightly in the cold, Andre shoved him into the bag. The pins immediately began to poke him and she screamed in pain from the pins jabbing him. His erection subsided almost completely in another few seconds. 

Andre took him to the sleeping room and chained him to the wall. “Sleep well Josh, if you behave and perform properly tomorrow, I may let you come, or I may not.” 

Josh wept as the lights were turned off, Andre retired to his room and went to sleep almost immediately. Josh was almost past phase one. 

At Breakfast, Ann asked Rebecca what a good punishment was for stealing an orgasm.

“She didn’t.” Rebecca said shocked.

“Yeah, I was describing things I was going to have her do, and had denied her pemission twice, and she came.” 

“What were you describing to get her that far off her game?” Rebecca asked. 

Ann glanced at Andre and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh just a few ideas I’d had. I told her I’d give her the punishment this morning, right after breakfast.” 

Rebecca glanced at Andre and then back at Ann. “You’ll have to tell me those ideas sometime if they got her that well. Tell her that she’s going to be flogged, and will put on a show for us at lunch. Better yet, she’ll have to hold your drink for you, we have a gag for that, while you eat lunch.” 

Devon nodded. “Nice touch, kneeling and holding the drink with the gag. I like that Rebecca.” 

Thomas shifted. “Twenty lashes, not one less, but avoid her rings, we don’t want to slow the healing.” 

Ann nodded. “I figured no bread, no blankets, and perhaps shoes.” 

“Yeah.” Thomas said. “I think she should wear those ballet torture shoes this evening, after she’s done with chores, but before bed. A half hour standing in the hall in those shoes will have her crying.” 

Devon nodded. “That’s it then, any other news?”

“Josh, we need to start to look at sleep training, and getting the bag off of him sooner or later.” Andre offered.

“Yeah, Rebecca, how’s his ballet?”

“Not bad, if you’re asking is he past phase one, not really, but it’s close.”

“Oral arts?”

“Finished four yesterday, should be starting five today. Phase two ready.”

Devon nodded. “I’ll graduate him today, and we’ll intermix orgasm control with oral arts from now on. He keeps up in Ballet every day. Let’s get him set up for serving a dinner a week while he’s here.” 

Ann glanced at the clock. “I have to go put a plug in Geneva this morning. Then I’ll join Rebecca in Ballet if that’s all right.”

“Sure, Diane is training today, and as a matter of fact, Andre go with Ann and get Jeannette set up with a refresher plug.” Devon said. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate the practice.” 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 14



Part 14: Is Crystal a slave?

Charlene Mackenzie hoped this would be the last time she had to do this. Her daughter had spent the last three years declaring that she was going to be a submissive to a true Dominant. She had hoped that the third time was the charm, it wasn't. This was number four. Each time, she'd had to run the Dominant off, or bribe them to turn her daughter away. 

Crystal was just going through a phase, and she had been going to those damn websites again, and heard the legend of this place, and this Devon. Some woman who claimed to have been trained was talking about it, and others who had seen what Devon had done were also singing his praises. Crystal had told her Mother she was going to go to Devon and beg him to take her on as a trainee, or better yet, a house slave. Charlene had explained that she would support her daughter's desire, and would personally speak to Devon and see if he would take her as a submissive. She had driven up from Philadelphia and was on time for the meeting.

Devon sat at his desk and looked at his first appointment after lunch. Charlene Mackenzie was rich, she owned 24.6% of the stock in the Mackenzie Pharmaceuticals LLC, and she was divorced. Her former husband had been cheating on her, and she'd tossed him without a moment's hesitation according to the news reports currently in a folder in the filing cabinet. She had called and asked for an appointment to speak with whomever was in charge.

"Ms. Mackenzie, I'm not sure what you hope to learn here, you said you wanted to talk with whoever was in charge, that would be me." Devon said.

"It's a personal matter Mr. Jamison, and one I'm loath to admit." 

Devon smiled charmingly. She was no submissive; she was even too controlling to be a good dominant. "We do have a reputation, of our willingness to maintain discretion Ms. Mackenzie." 

"I know that, or else I wouldn't be here." 

"Perhaps a tour of the facility would place you at enough ease to allow you to discuss whatever brought you here." Devon said. 

"I doubt it. You see, my daughter is convinced she's one of these slaves. She's determined to come here and join you. I have her safe at home for now, but that could fail at any moment, and she'd be coming here to see you, the great Devon." Charlene said with obvious sarcasm.

Devon shrugged helplessly. "I'm afraid I forgot to put a moat around the house." Devon said. "It's so hard to keep a determined person outside without one." 

"This is not a joking matter. My Daughter is nineteen years old and I'm here to ask you to tell her she's not one of these slaves, and that she should stop playing at this nonsense." 

Devon smiled again. He made a mental note to ask Dominique about a Public Relations person to handle shit like this. "Ms. Mackenzie, if your daughter is submissive, and I have no idea if she is, why would she want to come here? Surely she could be submissive under your supervision." 

"She's not submissive, it's a phase. She just wants to think she is."

"When did this phase begin?" Devon asked casually. 

Charlene pinched her lips into a thin line and then spat at him. "Three years ago." 

"I was unaware that phases lasted three years. I was under the impression that they lasted a few weeks or at most say, three months."

"Of course it's a phase. How in the world could my daughter end up thinking she's a sex slave?" Charlene growled. "That's outrageous." 

"Just so." Devon allowed. "So as I understand your request. You want me to meet with her, and then tell her she's not a submissive." Devon said. He got a nod. "What if she is submissive?" 

"She's not." 

"If Ms. Mackenzie. I did say if." 

"She's not." Charlene insisted again.

Devon shifted. "Ms. Mackenzie, if your daughter is truly submissive by nature, and has discovered this, and is determined to follow it, there is no stopping her." 

"That's my problem. Not yours." 

Devon smiled charmingly. "Ms. Mackenzie. You made it my problem by bringing it to me." 

"Just do your part, and I'll pay you for your time." 

Devon smiled again. "You don't have enough money to pay for my time."

"You might be surprised Mr. Jamison. I have a great deal of money."

"I know exactly what you're worth Ms. Mackenzie. I also know what you were worth ten years ago." Devon said waving a hand. "You can't afford to buy me, or rent me for that matter. Especially for something I'm unwilling to do."

"Mr. Jamison, I'm not accustomed to being told no. I'm going to assume you have a superior."

"Indeed I do. She's more short tempered than I am." Devon answered with a smile. "I'll call her if you wish." 

"I'm hoping that you don't make that necessary." 

"Ms. Mackenzie. I'm going to be blunt, and frankly, more helpful than you can imagine. If your Daughter is truly a submissive by nature, and if she is determined to follow this lifestyle, then her best bet is this facility. With us, she can learn how to be submissive, safely. To be taught how to submit with pride, and with respect." Devon said.

"I don't want her submitting." Charlene said through gritted teeth. 

"Yes you do, but only to you. Let's for the sake of argument say that I was willing to do what you asked. Then she'd decide that I'm a fake, and would go off in search of a master to meet her needs. Now assuming that he or she didn't just humiliate her for their own perverted needs, what would they do assuming that she's a reasonably attractive young woman?" Devon asked.

"This is outrageous. I'm not going to sit here and have a conversation about what unscrupulous men like yourself would do to my daughter if given half a chance." Charlene sputtered in fury.

"No, not like me Ms. Mackenzie. We have hard rules here, inviolate rules that both the staff, and clients are aware of, and unwilling in any circumstance to violate." Devon said.

"Easily claimed." Charlene said. "Men like you have no sense of honor." 

Devon chilled noticeably. His eyes narrowed and his voice dropped an octave, it was now low, dangerous, and filled with promise of awful violence. "Ms. Mackenzie, I've tried to explain some things to you. Things you apparently have no desire to learn about. Instead you insult me, and bring my honor into question. I believe this conversation is at an end. Tell your daughter I have no desire to see her, because doing so would be an unendurable insult." 

"What insult would that be Mr. Jamison?" Charlene demanded.

"Once again finding myself in the same room as you Charlene." 

"I won't tolerate that kind of behavior from anyone. I want the name of your superior." 

Devon reached over to the phone and tapped one button. A dial tone filled the room, then he tapped another button and a number was dialed. It was answered on the second ring. "Yes?"

"Dominique. I have you on speakerphone. Charlene Mackenzie is here. She has made an outrageous request, and I've tried to explain that to her. She rejected that explanation, insulted my honor, and now demands to speak to my superior." Devon smiled thinly. "Does that adequately explain the situation Ms. Mackenzie?" 

"Other than leaving out that you were rude and dismissive it will do. I demand that you instruct him to tell my daughter than she's not submissive." Charlene said loudly.

"Devon, is this a joke?" Dominique asked.

"No, I assure you I don't find it the least bit funny." Devon said.

"Did you hear me whoever you are?" Charlene demanded.

"Throw that bitch out of the house, bodily if she won't leave voluntarily. I have work here and no time for asinine shits who think they're the cats own ass." Dominique said and hung up.

Devon tapped the button shutting off the speakerphone. "I'm sorry, that was my superior, and I'm afraid there isn't really anyone above her to demand satisfaction." 

"Who does she think she is?" Charlene demanded.

"The President and CEO of the Corporation. She's right by the way, she is in charge." Devon said. 

"I'll buy the company and fire her." Charlene sputtered in rage.

"It's not for sale." Devon said.

"I'll buy whatever it is that owns this company, and fire the lot of you." Charlene threatened.

"You can't. They aren't for sale either." Devon said. "I'm afraid our interview is at an end." He lifted his wrist and spoke into his watch. "Ann, would you care to see a visitor to the door. Perhaps I should say escort her from the premises?" 

"On the way Devon." Came from the speaker. 

"I'm not leaving until I get some satisfaction." Charlene said.

Ann came in the office then and asked the obvious question. "Escort? Devon you never throw anyone out."

"Dominique has instructed me to do just that with Ms. Mackenzie here." 

"Don't you dare touch me. I'll sue, and have you thrown in jail." Charlene raged. 

"Uh Devon. Perhaps I should call Uncle Jack." Ann said. As a former police officer, she knew that the gray area of person on person violence was a difficult area indeed. At the very least, it would be an annoying lawsuit, at the worst, charges for assault.

"Perhaps that would be best." Devon answered.

"Uncle Jack? Who's that?"

"The Sheriff of this County. I have him on speed dial as well. Perhaps you can demand that he make me talk to your daughter." Devon said reaching for the phone.

Charlene stood up and said. "You haven't heard the last of this." 

Ann followed her out and watched her get into a Mercedes and the driver took them away. She returned to the office and found Devon tapping his finger in obvious irritation. "What the hell was that all about?"

"Her daughter is submissive, or has said so for three years. Charlene claims it's a phase, and all it needs to end is the famous Devon to tell her that she should stop this nonsense." Devon said. "When I tried to explain the dangers of that action, she insulted me, and demanded to talk to Dominique. I complied, and was chastised a second time, and told to throw her out." Devon explained. 

"Oh shit. Dominique must be pissed." Ann said.

"I'm sure she's rather annoyed. I'm waiting for her to call back and get an explanation and the details." Devon said. The phone rang as he finished and he smiled. "Right on time." 

"Devon, did you throw that spoiled little shit out?" Dominique asked.

"Yes I did. Actually, I had Ann escort her." Devon said. 

"What was her problem?" 

"Her daughter is going through a three year long phase of believing she's submissive. Ms. Mackenzie believes that all it would take is for me to tell her she's not to break the phase and end it." Devon said.

"She's fucking nuts isn't she?" 

"I don't know, highly opinionated certainly, used to getting her own way, absolutely." 

"Is she going to be a problem? Am I going to be fielding questions from her attorneys for the next month?" Dominique asked next.

"I believe so. She said she would buy this academy, and fire us all." Devon said. "She left after telling me I hadn't heard the last of this." 

"Shoot me the information on her. I want it now." Dominique said and hung up. 

"She's not really one for pleasantries is she?" Ann asked. 

Devon shook his head and talked into his watch. "Jeannette, get the file on Charlene Mackenzie, and fax it to Dominique right away." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied. 

Ann shook her head. "Can she do that, buy the company?" 

"No. She may think she can, but she can't." Devon said. "However the attempt is liable to annoy the moneymen to an unhealthy level." 

"Oh, and they would do what?" Ann asked.

"Probably buy her company, and destroy it." Devon said smiling. "I have no idea who they are, the moneymen behind this. I only briefed lawyers on the proposal. However they had fifty million dollars lying around in ready cash. Offered additional money if needed, we would only need to explain why we needed it." 

"That's a lot of cash to have laying around." Ann agreed. 

"For some in the world Ann, that's a drop in a bucket. They make billions every year." Devon said. "I was just reading about one fellow who is upset that he'll have to give his wife one of his mega yachts, he has three, in the divorce settlement. A mega yacht by the way is more than two hundred feet long." 

"Poor baby." Ann said shaking her head. "I can imagine how upset he is. He'll no longer have a personal navy to float around the world for him." 

Devon shrugged. "I understand he's currently buying a new yacht, another new term, giga-yacht. More than three hundred feet long." 

Ann walked out grumbling about people with too much damn money. 

Devon talked to Dominique later and confirmed her impression. Charlene was a third generation trust fund kid who was spoiled beyond belief. She wanted things her way, and she was going to get it. 

"What do you mean I can't buy it? Everything is for sale." Charlene raged to her lawyer. 

"Not this Charlene. I spoke with a representative in the Cayman Islands. He suggested that I perform a biological act which is impossible upon myself." 

"You have to be kidding." Charlene said. She understood that he'd been told to go fuck himself.

"No, I'm quite serious. When I demanded to speak with the stockholders who saw to this Vassal Academy he said he was one of them, and then told me what I could do." 

"That's outrageous. How many people am I going to have to fire when I buy it?" 

"You can't buy it. I found the Swiss company listed as the holders of the Vanutick Holdings Company." 

"Good, and you were able to convince them to sell to me right?" 

"No. I was informed that the stock holders wished to remain anonymous, and I should enjoy the rest of my day by a polite vice president of Credit Suisse." 

"Did you tell him we have an account there?" Charlene asked astounded.

"Oh yes, and gave him the number. He said he didn't deal in the minor savings area and wasn't familiar with me." 

"Minor savings?" Charlene asked astounded. She had just over ten million dollars in Credit Suisse, mainly to keep the IRS's hands off it. That was minor savings to these people?

The attorney cleared his throat. "I spoke with the Vice President of Credit Suisse we normally deal with, and the one who gave me the brush off is in charge of accounts that are numbered, and deal in a couple more zero's minimum." 

"Billions?" Charlene asked astounded.

"Yes, he suggested that unless we wanted to have our account closed, we shouldn't bother Mr. Weiss again." 

Charlene sat down. This was impossible. Devon's backers were billionaires? "So I can't have them fired?" 

"No. It would appear not." 

"No wonder they had the audacity to throw me out. The backers are the mega rich." Charlene said with understanding.

"Yes, and I spoke with a friend in New York. The law firm that represents them has among other clients Halliburton and the Kennedy's." 

"Jesus Frank. Who are these people?" 

"People at that level don't buy companies, they just buy countries Charlene." 

Crystal entered the room then almost vibrating with teenage energy. "Mom, did you talk to him? Is he going to see me?" 

"We're working on that baby. It's a little more difficult than I thought." 

"Mom, you went to see him today. What's wrong?" 

"It didn't go real well." Charlene admitted, still off her game from the revelation of the power behind this academy bunch. Turning she saw her Daughter was wearing a collar again. "Take that damn collar off." 

Crystal stood for a moment looking between the two. She took a breath and used her nineteen years of experience watching her Mother throw tantrums and understood everything. "Since Frank is here, I'm going to assume that you didn't get your way and are planning on buying them." 

"I said to take that collar off." 

"Mom, what happened?" 

"They threw me out." 

"You got them so angry they threw you out?" Crystal asked astounded. "What the hell did you say to them?" 

"Watch your tone young lady, I'm still your mother." 

"You tried to get them to tell me that I'm not really a slave didn't you?" Crystal asked as she sat in awe. "They told you no, and you're trying to buy them. Judging from the expression on your face, that didn't work either." 

"I'm working on it Crystal, it's just going to take a couple days is all." 

"Oh God. This is great." Crystal said clapping her hands in joy. "Finally someone who can tell my mother no, and not be so much as annoyed." 

"Crystal, go upstairs and let us work on this." Charlene said.

Crystal smiled hugely. "Oh shit, they have got some serious juice or you'd have bought them by now wouldn't you?" 

Frank was looking uncomfortable. Crystal looked at him next. "So I've got the story about right, my Mother could never handle someone standing up to her. Now, here's the question, will they see me?" 

Frank didn't answer. Charlene spoke next. "No. Devon said under no circumstances." 

"Before or after you tried to buy him?" Crystal asked.

"Before, sort of." 

"You'd threatened him, assuming he was something like a hotel manager and you could intimidate him?" Crystal laughed. "Mom, he's already a legend. People all over are singing his praises. Do you have any idea what it takes to do that?" 

"Crystal, give me a day or two to work this." Charlene again said.

"Mom, you don't get it." Crystal shook her head. "I'm amazed. You can't intimidate him; he's a true Master. I'd be surprised if he answered to anyone ever." 

"Well prepare to be surprised, he's the vice president, the President is a woman named Dominique." Charlene said with a small knowing smile. Charlene hadn't figured out that her Daughter was easily as smart as she was. Crystal recognized that when Charlene didn't answer a question directly, she was avoiding the truth until she could re-arrange things to suit her desired outcome.

"Really?" Crystal asked. "Wow, and you couldn't get her to put some pressure on him?" 

Charlene's face fell and she answered reluctantly. "No, she wouldn't do it." 

Crystal laughed again. "God, he's awesome. Mom I've got to go and undo whatever you've screwed up. I have to be trained by Devon." 

"You can't afford it young lady, without my help." Charlene said putting the brakes to Crystal.

"Still holding the trust fund over me Mom?" Crystal asked. "I've heard he charges twenty five thousand a week for training. Twenty-five thousand dollars to his paying clients, if he'll take you. You thought you could browbeat him into doing what you wanted?" 

"Young Lady, unless you want to find your toys taken away, you'll keep some respect for your Mother in your voice." Charlene said.

Crystal stared at her mother for a moment. "You tried to talk him into telling me it was a phase. Oh mom. What were you thinking?" Crystal had believed that her Mother had given up that tact. Or perhaps, hoped that her Mother had given up on that effort.

"I'm your mother, I was thinking of you Crystal." 

Crystal nodded. "No wonder he threw you out. He told you that it wasn't a phase didn't he?" 

Charlene stood and demanded. "Take that collar off now." 

Crystal unbuckled it and tossed it to the floor and walked out. She went upstairs and got her keys and wallet. She walked from the house to her car and drove towards New York. She had to find Devon. Anyone who could do what he did was powerful enough to protect her from her Mother. 

It was about two hours later when Charlene spoke into the phone. Putting her security people on it. First, locate the car and get her back. Then sit on her. 

Crystal parked her car in the Garment district and left the keys in the ignition. She knew it would be gone before she turned the corner. Sure enough it passed her going down the street and she smiled. The rent a cops being sent to bring her home would track the car wherever that guy dumped it. 

Charlene was waiting for the phone call that told her that her daughter was safe. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 14



Crystal walked into the Club de Sade, where it's said that Devon hung out. She asked and found that no one had seen him tonight. 

Dominique listened to the report, someone asking for Devon? The girl in question was in the regular club, so she wasn't a VIP member. She tipped the waiter and looked at the young woman who was pointed out to her. Dominique sent for the woman and had her escorted into the VIP.

"I'm Dominique, I understand you're looking for Devon." 

"Oh God. You're her. You told my mother off today." Crystal said in awe.

"Your Mother? Oh, your mother would be Charlene Mackenzie." 

"Yeah. God that's awesome. There are so few people who aren't impressed by her." Crystal said gushing.

"As I understand it, your Mother told, or tried to tell Devon that he was to tell you that you weren't a submissive at heart." Dominique said.

"Yeah, she's tried that before. I thought she'd given up on it."

"If you don't call me Mistress in a moment, I'm gong to flog the skin off you myself." Dominique said in a low and threatening growl.

Crystal blinked and said. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry." She lowered her head to show submissiveness.

"Better." Dominique allowed. "So you want to be a slave? A Devon trained slave no less." 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal answered.

"Since your Mother was making first contact, I'm going to assume that your trust fund doesn't kick in for a few more years." Dominique said.

"Yes Mistress, when I'm twenty five." Crystal agreed.

Dominique breathed in slowly. "So you ran away from home to seek this mysterious Devon and beg him to train you?" 

"Yes Mistress. Right now, the security people are tracking the car." Crystal agreed.

"So they'll be here at any moment to find you?" Dominique asked with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you were eighteen at least with the hand stamp." 

"I'm nineteen Mistress, and yeah, I'm an adult. However My mother uses my allowance to keep me under thumb." Crystal said. "If I refuse to come home, I'm cut off and the trust fund starts de-funding." She smiled a wide smile. "I have no idea where the car is, I allowed it to be stolen in the Garment District. The security people are probably converging on a chop shop right now." 

"Clever little shit aren't you?" Dominique asked keeping her admiration for the girl's determination out of her voice.

"Mistress, very shortly my trust fund is going to evaporate into nothing. I have a little money, not much. I've heard about the house slaves, and I'm hoping to beg Master Devon to consider me for it." Crystal said.

Dominique raised an eyebrow. "You're willing to risk your trust fund to follow this fantasy of yours?" 

"Mistress. I'm a slave. I've always known that. I've only ever wanted this. No other master can take me, since they're susceptible to my Mother's power, and revenge. You're not, and Devon isn't." Crystal shook her head. "I don't care about money, I want this. I know I can be a good slave Mistress." A tear formed in her eye. 

Dominique said. "What I will do is send you to Devon tonight. I'll even tell him you're coming, and ask him to interview you for a weeks trial for liking." 

"Thank you Mistress." Crystal said. 

"You understand your Mother will come looking for you." 

"Yes Mistress, I don't care." Crystal answered.

Dominique smiled. "I'm actually looking forward to telling your Mother that we're breaking you in properly. I'll take great pleasure in describing the talents we're developing in you." 

"She pissed you off huh?" Crystal asked smiling at the expression on Dominique's face.

"No. She annoyed me. I only get pissed at little slaves who forget to call me Mistress, like you just did." Dominique hissed at Crystal.

Crystal swallowed hard and said. "I'm so sorry Mistress. Please forgive me." 

"Since you're untrained, I'll do that this time." Dominique then wrote directions to Crystal and sent her on the way. She phoned Devon waking him. 

"You what?" Devon asked astounded.

"Devon, I can't order you, and wouldn't try. I'm asking you to try her out. One week, to see if she's a slave at heart. I'll call her Mother and tell her we're going to give her a trial. If she fails, then the Mother is right, and the girl is a little wannabe. If she passes, then we'll talk to mama and tell her the facts of the lifestyle." Dominique said.

Devon snorted. "Mama doesn't listen real well."

"She will to me. Especially when I threaten to flog the skin off her darling daughter if she gets an attitude with me." 

Devon agreed and then notified security. Expect Crystal Mackenzie in an hour or so. 

He picked up the radio. "Diane you have the duty tonight right?"

"Yes Master, everything's quiet now." 

"I know. We're expecting a guest in an hour or so. Put her in a guest room, and tell her to sleep for a while, we'll be down to get her for breakfast and then we'll talk." Devon instructed. 

"Yes Master." Diane replied. 

"Tell her if she insists on waking me, I'll chain her and beat her until she's nothing but a huge barely breathing bruise." 

"Yes Master." Diane said obviously confused.

Devon laid the radio down and went back to sleep, confident that his instructions would be carried out.

The cab pulled up and the guard let her in after getting her name. At the door a young woman wearing a very transparent beach type of dress met her. 

"Welcome, Master Devon told me to expect you. I'm Diane, and I've got the duty tonight." 

"The duty?" 

"Yeah, we've got a student in sleep training, and someone has to be awake in case there's any problem." Diane explained. "Master Devon said to put you in a guest room so you can get some sleep. We'll wake you for breakfast and talk afterwards." 

"I need to see him now. You have no idea how important this is." Crystal said. 

"Master Devon also said if you woke him up, he'd beat you until you were a barely breathing bruise from head to toe." Diane said. Then she turned to Crystal. "I wouldn't wake him if I were in your place." 

Crystal swallowed hard. "Would he do that?" 

"I've never woken him up. I'm supposed to if there's a problem, but if I just woke him up for something like this. Well, I'm certain that he'd start flogging you in that case." 

"Guest room huh. OK. I'll do what he says." 

"That's always the best way." Diane agreed and showed Crystal to the guest room. "These are set up for Visiting Masters, or VIP's. Staff sleeps upstairs." 

"OK. So someone will come get me?" 

"Yes. Probably Jeannette or myself." Diane said. "When Master tells us to." 

"Jeannette. Oh God, wait you said you're Diane. I've heard so much about you." Crystal said. "I'm Crystal, and God you're famous."

Diane bit her lip and said. "I don't know why. I just do what Master tells me." 

"You were his first slave, here I mean." 

"Yeah, well I'm a slave here, that's all. The famous one should be Jeannette. She's the lead slave. Then there's me, and Geneva. We've got Josh in the sleep training right now." 

"You don't understand, you guys are all over the Internet. Slaves are talking about Devon and Jeannette and you Diane. They say you're all awesome, really setting the standard for Dom's and Subs." Crystal looked at her in absolute awe. "Just being this close to you gives me tingles. Oh, I've dreamed of doing something like this." 

"What are you a groupie?" Diane asked with a confused look on her face.

"No, I'm a slave, it's just that I've really wanted to do this all my life. I'm Crystal, and I'm sure we'll be good friends." 

"Look, no one here's like that OK. We're just here doing our thing. Devon is the lead Trainer. He outlines the training, participates in some of it. The other Masters oversee the daily training. We clean house, get our own classes when there's time, and do whatever we're told." Diane shook her head. "It's hard work, day and night. You have to love serving Master to even consider it." 

"I do. I really do. I swear it." Crystal said. "I'm sorry, but you have no idea what I've gone through to get here." 

"You act like we're rock stars or something." Diane said. "We're not rock stars, or famous, or anything like that. I'm a slave and they're the Masters. That's all."

"Would you leave?" Crystal asked, already suspecting the answer.

Diane didn't hesitate. "Nope, this is home for me." Her little radio beeped and she sighed. "Josh tried to roll over again. I got to go." She was off down the hall gliding along barefoot in the few security lights as Crystal closed the door. 

She was here. She had found Devon. He was sleeping just above her. 

Diane jotted notes on her conversation; this was too weird not to report to Master Devon. Crystal, whoever she was, acted like a groupie not a slave. Diane underlined the part about being famous on the Internet.

Devon slept and didn't sleep well. He was disturbed by visions of perpetual and never-ending meetings with Charlene Mackenzie. 

Crystal finally slept; the excitement of being here, at the Academy was almost more than she could stand. She wondered if she should kneel or something when Devon met her. Perhaps she shouldn't. The books and other masters online all agreed that you shouldn't do something until you'd been told, or shown, how to. 

At six forty Jeannette was awake and moving down the hall towards Master Devon. She met Diane outside his door, and they knocked and entered.

"Good morning Girls. OK, first, how's Josh?"

"Tired Master, about four hours of sleep, estimated." Diane said.

Devon nodded. "About average, he's learning."

"Yes Master, our guest is in room two downstairs." Diane next said.

Jeannette looked surprised, a guest in the middle of the night? 

"Fine, she's a wannabe slave, or perhaps a slave at heart, and a major headache." Devon explained to an obviously confused Jeannette. 

"She's a groupie. Says we're famous Master." Diane said handing him the half page of writing.

Devon scanned it and said. "We're famous?" 

"Her words Master. Said we're on the Internet. I poked around a little while Josh was sleeping and didn't find anything. I'm no net god though." 

Devon nodded and made a note to inform Dominique about this. He set the paper down. "OK, let's get them up and moving. Diane sleeps this morning, Geneva to the Kitchen, Josh to Ballet. Jeannette we're liable to have a lot of visitors today, stay dressed, and close to admin. We're liable to have to stack them in the study until we can get to them." 

"Why so many Master?" Jeannette asked.

"The daughter of a rich and powerful woman is in our guest room. She's been in a phase for at least three years that she's a slave at heart." Devon explained.

"Oh, the groupie. So besides her Mama and the lawyers, who should I expect?" 

"The law, Sheriff Mitchell." Devon said. "Probably the State Police too. Put Geneva in a working shirt and Diane close your door today. I think the sight of you naked in plain view is liable to upset someone." 

"Yes Master, close the doors, don't upset the squares." Diane said smiling. "Do I wake the groupie?" 

Devon nodded. "Let's go, another full day of training and work. Tell the groupie she's dining with the Masters this morning. Tell her to behave and not drool over Andre, or Ann, or whatever her fancy appears to be." 

Both girls were moving instantly. Jeannette was down the hall waking Geneva and then off to release Josh. Diane was down the stairs in a flash to wake the groupie, and tell her what the plan and timeline was. Diane sprinted up the stairs towards the slave bathroom in the slave-sleeping wing. She was in the bathroom just behind the others and passed Josh on the toilet. He wasn't doing well this morning; two nights of sleep training was hell on earth.

At Breakfast Jeannette told Geneva she had Kitchen Duty, and after taking care of sick call, the army name had stuck, she was to get to the kitchen.

"Anyone going to sick call?" Geneva asked smiling. 

No one was, and Geneva went straight to the Kitchen from the dining room picking up a slave shirt muttering "Squares." 

Jeannette handed one to Josh who put the largest one on. He looked rather silly, but he knew he'd take it off once he got to Ballet. 

Diane was headed upstairs to get some sleep. She might get four hours, she might get six, and so wasting precious time was right out. She closed the door, but left it open a crack. Slaves don't really need privacy you know. 

Jeannette was in Administration and firing up computers and copiers as she started a pot of coffee for Master. Slaves didn't get coffee, at most a glass of juice with meals, usually they were happy with water.

Crystal was sitting at the Masters table in absolute awe. The legends of the Domination scene were right here. Andre, who was more beautiful than described moved with such easy power. Devon, his Mediterranean features giving you the impression that he was the fellow who trained the Greek gods. Mistress Rebecca, whose prowess in Ballet and position training were quickly becoming the new standard. The Masters were discussing a dozen subjects, including the usual current events. Rebecca looked at her watch, they all wore the same watch as the slave girl Diane and was up saying she had to get to class.

Devon rose next and said. "Crystal, if you're done, come with me to Administration and we can talk." 

"Yes Master." Crystal stammered out.

Devon sat her down in a chair and walked to his desk. His computer was up, started by Jeannette. Jeannette walked in carrying a cup of coffee for him. She placed it on his coaster gently and then knelt beside his desk and waited.

"Thank you Jeannette. I don't believe you've met Crystal Mackenzie have you?"

"No Master." Jeannette said. "Hello Crystal." 

Crystal was staring in open-mouthed astonishment. "Oh God. You're more beautiful than they said."

Jeannette cocked her head. "Who?" 

Devon raised an eyebrow. Crystal looked at both of them in turn. "Oh my God, you don't know? Jesus, it's on the web." Crystal gave the website and Devon resisted the urge to go right away. 

"Crystal, I don't know what you think this place is. It's not here to be famous, it's a training facility for serious students of Domination and Submission." Devon started.

"Oh I know that. Master Devon, there is serious discussion on where you got some of these techniques. There's one theory that you got it from some Hindu text that was lost. There's another one about Jeannette's milking technique, the legend is that technique was lost after the Marquis de Sade was executed." Crystal explained. 

Jeannette looked totally confused now and Devon wasn't far behind. "They don't know where I learned to milk a cock?" 

"It's a huge question right now. There are some who swear that it used to be part of the Hong Kong whore deal along with the ping pong ball thing." Crystal continued.

Jeannette turned her head and looked at Master Devon her face a mask of confusion. 

Devon glanced at her and said. "I'm thinking about recording her on high speed, and playing it back slowly so I can make sense of it." 

Crystal hung her head sheepishly and said. "I'm sorry Master, I'm trying to give you an idea of what's out there. There's more in the chat rooms of course, but that's always changing." 

"Crystal, I'll look at the website later, if I get that bored. Our training came from a society that is to this day secret. We've decided to set up an academy to train the serious practitioners of this art." Devon said. 

"Oh, that's one of the theories, that a society of followers of the Marquis de Sade who have kept the secrets alive for generations." Crystal said excitedly.

"Perhaps she'll allow you to finish a thought if you gag her Master." Jeannette suggested.

Crystal covered her own mouth with a hand. "I'm sorry Master. It's just that the community has waited so long for you." 

"Waited for me?" Devon asked.

"Master, all the fictional stories reference a master trainer, the pinnacle. The community of Domination and Submission has been searching for a Master's Master to take over the reigns, and set the standard. Master Devon, we've been waiting for many years. One submissive wrote on the web that she had given up hope that a Master's Master would come. She refused to believe that this place existed."

"Who's been talking about us?" Jeannette asked.

"Well, some of the posters knew Cathy, and others knew David. Some had described what you did to Luke, and his reactions. Luke himself won't post about it, but he did discuss it with a few people who posted. Diane's story is about legendary now. Went from being an un-trainable slut to a slave in a week." Crystal explained. "That's why I'm here, because I want to be trained by the best. I want to be a Devon trained Slave." 

"Crystal, if you can answer this without referencing the websites, what makes you think you're a slave at heart?" Devon asked.

Crystal bent and picked up her purse and pulled an envelope out and handed it to Devon. "Master, those pictures were taken when I was twelve. I wasn't even sure what I was doing, but it just felt right." 

Devon looked at the Polaroid pictures he found in the envelopes. "Barbie?" There were perhaps ten pictures. Each one had Barbie tied with twine, or some sort of string. Tied ankle to wrist, hands bound before her, and behind her.

"Yes Master, I was tying her up. I'd untie her, and then tie her right back. I couldn't stand to have her unbound." Crystal said. "I finally figured it out surfing websites at the age of fifteen. I got caught by my Mom the next year, and have been basically open since then." 

Devon glanced through the pictures and put them back in the envelope. "What is the first duty of a slave?" 

"Well, some say it's to always be ready for the master's attention. Others say..." Crystal began.

"What do you say?" Devon interrupted. "What does your slaves heart tell you." 

Crystal sighed. "Well I told the group once. Lot's of people said I was wrong." She blinked and said. "To live and die for the Master." 

Devon frowned and seemed to consider it. "I think I understand. You mean that you live to please your master, and would die rather than displease him." 

"Sort of. Every waking thought should be about the Master. My dreams are of serving a Master, and I think I'd like to die serving the Master." Crystal said.

"What do you consider service? Just having sex?" Devon asked.

"No Master, anything the Master gives me to do. Serve him dinner, rub his feet, and give him a massage. The master's desire is my, well my command Master." Crystal said.

"Dominique called me and asked me to give you a week's training, to see if you have some submissive tendencies, and to see if we though you were sufficiently submissive to become one of our house slaves." Devon said. "Would you be interested in that?"

"Oh absolutely Master." Crystal gushed.

"You understand that by doing so, you're giving your body, every part of your body to us. We will give you clothing, if you are to wear any. We'll control everything, and the smallest luxury you're accustomed to, will become a privilege under our system." Devon said slowly.

"Yes Master." Crystal said. "This has been my dream for years." 

Jeannette turned her head a bit. "Master, may I ask a question?" 

"Yes Jeannette." 

Turning back to Crystal. "You're nineteen right?" 

"Yes." Crystal hesitated. "I feel like I should call you Mistress, like the Mistress of slaves or something."

"I read that book. It was all right." Jeannette said. "Just Jeannette if you don't mind. Why haven't you found another master to take you since you've become an adult?"

"I did. Three different ones in fact. My Mother shut two of them down, and intimidated the third one into turning me out. That's why this place is a dream come true. Mother can't buy you. She can't intimidate you, and she can't force you to do anything you don't want to. I've never seen her looking more miserable than when she learned she couldn't buy you outright." Crystal said. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 14



"What did you do for those former Masters?" Jeannette asked next.

"I cooked for two of them, and sex of course. I had just found the third one when Mother showed up with the PI's and scared him into turning me out." Crystal said.

"So you're looking for someone to dominate you, but not your Mother?" Jeannette asked. "If you're so submissive, why aren't you happy with her dominating you?" 

Devon raised an eyebrow. Jeannette may be onto something here. 

Crystal settled into the seat and slouched low. "You'd think I would be happy with that arrangement. The problem is I want to be a slave, not a daughter. I want to wear a collar, the symbol of slavery. She won't let me. I want to serve, she wants me to be served by the staff. She wants me to be a princess, and I want to be the chambermaid." 

Jeannette nodded slightly and turned back to Devon. "Thank you Master." 

"Thank you Jeannette." Devon answered. "As usual, you've cut to the heart of the matter in record time. Please go get the SIT contract, and let's get Slave in Training Crystal started shall we?" 

"Yes Master. Ballet is in session this morning. I could get her in after lunch." Jeannette said as she stood.

"That will be fine. Let Mistress Rebecca know she's got a class after lunch and let the others know as well. Set her up in Slave training room three. Josh is in one and Suzanne will be taking two when she gets here." Devon directed. 

"You mean I'm in? I can train here?" Crystal asked hopefully. It was obvious she was excited at the very idea.

"For one week, yes. After that? I don't know. It depends on what we see you doing this week. Crystal, it's very hard this life, incredibly hard. It's not fashionable, and it's not cool. It's a calling that's in your soul, or not. We're going to see what you're made of, and we'll know if you belong, or not before the week is out." 

Crystal nodded. "Yes Master." 

Jeannette placed the documents before Crystal and stood for a moment knowing that more instructions were coming. She didn't wait long. "Crystal, please read that over, and understand that we mean what it says." Then Devon turned to Jeannette. "Call Pinkerton's, and let them know we'll need a couple more guards at all times, starting immediately, and continuing for at least ten days, probably two weeks. Call Sheriff Mitchell, and let him know I'd like a few minutes of his time, in person would be best, by phone if he's rather busy and I'll fill him in on the shit that's about to hit the fan."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. 

"Then get on the phone to Dominique, and let her know about this website, and what's being said. After I get Crystal set up with the contract, take her to her room and get her ready. I want all slaves dressed between classes for the next day or so. I'll let you know what that's rescinded." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and started to move to carry out instructions. 

"Wow, you don't mess around when you start something do you Master?" Crystal asked.

"No. There isn't time. Damn it, there's never enough time." 

He was right. Charlene Mackenzie was already on her way after learning that her Daughters car was stolen and followed to a chop shop in the Bronx. She realized that Crystal had given her and the security people the slip and started moving. She was already in New Jersey and headed north with a passion. 

The Pinkerton agency said they could have two more people there in two hours, and then keep five there around the clock for a week no problem, any longer than that might be a problem, but they were working on it.

Sheriff Mitchell said he could stop by in about an hour and talk to Devon, and thanked Jeannette for getting the message to him. 

Ann was learning the delicacies of phase two oral arts when word went out over the radios that all slaves were to be dressed between classes until further notice. Looking at Thomas for an explanation she got a headshake, he didn't know either.

As Charlene Mackenzie was entering the fair State of New York the Sheriff was shaking hands with Devon. 

Devon filled him in offering a copy of the girls drivers license and a copy of her contract. 

"So Mother Mackenzie is about to blow a blood vessel, and cause major problems, and you want me to know about all of this ahead of time." Jack summarized.

"Yes Sheriff. I told you I'd work with you whenever possible, and in this instance, it's not only possible, it's necessary." Devon answered.

"Well the girls an adult, barely, but by law, she's an adult." Jack said. "Not one person here is kept against their will, that I know for a fact." 

"Correct Sheriff. I expect a great deal of attention soon. Apparently my little effort has also created a bit of a buzz on the internet." Devon said.

"Oh Good." Jack said smiling. "So when's the riot going to start?" 

"I don't know." Devon admitted and gave the web information to the Sheriff. "I just learned of it all this morning. I'm still reading it myself." 

"Is it good stuff?" 

"I'm apparently the trainer to the gods." Devon said bowing his head mockingly. "My techniques are either from some ancient Hindu scripts that have been lost for two thousand years, or the secrets of the Marquis de Sade hidden from the French since his death." 

Sheriff Mitchell chuckled. "OK, so right now nobody actually knows anything. They're still in the guessing game." He took the papers. "I guess I'll brief the watch commanders, and then I'll call my friends on the State Police, and let them know what's about to hit the fan." 

"I don't suppose an apology would help." Devon suggested.

"Devon, I know you well enough to know you didn't start this shit ball rolling. I also know you would prefer to remain lower key than the Internet thing. So I don't think you need to apologize." Jack Mitchell grudgingly admitted. "I would happily buy you a departing gift if you'd consider moving to someone else's county." 

Devon smiled. "I'm afraid we're stuck with each other. I have forty thousand business cards with this address and phone number you see, I'd hate to have to waste them."

"Stationary, pretty good reason in my book too." Jack said shaking his head. "Let me get to work on this Devon, thanks for the heads up though." 

"Least I could do Jack." Devon said with a small friendly smile.

Devon called Dominique next. "Jeannette has briefed you, how bad is this?" 

"Devon, I don't know where to begin." Dominique said. "It's not a disaster, hell it's great publicity. I know we didn't really want publicity. I'm sitting in two chat rooms right now, and they're discussing the technology you'd need to make a probe that could even sense a milking ripple of the vaginal muscles."

Devon sighed. "Oh good. Then someone else will be able to do it soon." 

"Oh they're not even close Devon. That's what makes this great. They're creating our history and our technology out of thin air." 

"Fictional?" 

"Science Fiction. One nut swears we're from Atlantis with advanced sexual techniques. Another nut is arguing with him that we were obviously abducted from earth by aliens, and have returned with their technology, and techniques to share the advanced skills." 

Devon laughed out loud. "Ok, I needed that, thanks. I've got slave in training Crystal started. She might just be submissive after all." 

"Oh?" Dominique sounded surprised. "I had to remind her twice to call me Mistress last night." 

"She's not up on the discipline. However when Jeannette asked her why she wanted to find a Dominant Master when she had a controlling mother, the answer was interesting." Devon said.

"She was looking for the real thing instead of a strap on?" 

Devon chuckled before he answered. "No. Her mother wanted her to be a princess, while she wanted to be the chambermaid." 

Dominique weighed that answer for a moment. "Not a bad analogy. Interesting if it's true." 

"Yes." Devon agreed.

"Ok, when do you expect Mama to come crashing the gate?" 

"Anytime now. I've briefed the Sheriff an provided him copies of the documents." 

"Call me when you get her in the office. I'm on my way; I'll take the train and a cab from the station. I'll be there in an hour or so Devon." 

"Excellent Dominique. I look forward to the catfight. Would I be allowed to wager on the outcome?" 

Dominique hung up and Devon smiled. 

Charlene was stuck in traffic when Dominique passed her in the train headed north. One advantage of a train in New York is that it almost never gets stuck in a traffic jam. 

Dominique arrived before Charlene Mackenzie and was going over some entries of the books when Security called and said Ms. Mackenzie was at the gate. 

Jeannette showed her into Devon's office where she promptly sat in a chair facing his desk. "I've come for my daughter, and I know she's here. Give her to me now." 

Devon smiled and said. "Ms. Mackenzie, first allow me to introduce..." 

"I don't want to meet one of your trollops, give me my daughter or I call the police and inform them you're holding her hostage." 

Devon smiled wider. Dominique spoke before he did. "If you call me a trollop again, I'm personally break every bone in your body and the Police can talk to you as you're loaded into the ambulance." 

"What?" Charlene asked outraged.

"This is Dominique, I believe you've spoken to her on the phone." Devon said smiling. 

"Where's my daughter?" Charlene demanded again. 

Devon sighed and tapped the phone and again got the dial tone on the speakerphone. He tapped another button and the auto dialing feature did its thing.

"Sheriff's Department, Deputy Clovis." 

"Deputy, this is Devon Jamison, may I speak to Sheriff Mitchell?" 

"Sure Mr. Jamison, he said you might be calling." 

There was a few seconds pause and then the Sheriff came on. "Devon, so has the show started?" 

"Indeed Sheriff. Ms. Mackenzie is here, and swears I'm holding her daughter against her will." 

"I'm on speakerphone right?"

"Yes Sheriff." 

"Ms. Mackenzie. I've got copies of the contract your daughter signed. She's a student there, and has the usual protections given a student. I've also got a copy of her drivers license which says she's nineteen, in other words, old enough to sign a contract if she so chooses. As far as I know, no crime is being committed at the Academy unless you're trespassing."

"That's outrageous. I demand action." 

"What action Ma'am?" 

"I want my daughter." 

"She's an adult Ms. Mackenzie and free to choose what she wishes. I don't have to agree, that's the law." 

"I'm calling the state police unless you do something Sheriff." 

"I've already called them. They're aware of the Academy and are even now reviewing the documents provided to me by Devon. I may not agree with what he does, but I know he doesn't break the law. Unless your Daughter uses safe word and the refuse to allow her to leave, there isn't a crime being committed there." 

"You'll hear from my lawyer if you don't get out here and do something." Charlene raged.

"I'll come out there Ms. Mackenzie, but your lawyer can't change the law, only the legislature can, or the county commission for me. Until or unless one of them does, and violates federal law concerning rights and privileges of an adult, then there's nothing I can do."

"I demand that you force them to give me my daughter." Charlene screamed at the phone.

"I'll be there in about twenty minutes ma'am. I'm going to suggest you don't scream at me in person. In this state, that's considered disorderly conduct. That's a misdemeanor Ma'am." 

Devon tapped the button when the Sheriff hung up. "Ms. Mackenzie, are you willing to listen to what I tried to say yesterday?" 

"I will not." 

"Throw her out Devon. Let her rage at the sheriff in the street like the common hysterical woman she is." Dominique said coldly from the couch. 

"You wouldn't dare." Charlene said in low hissing tones.

"Shut Up." Devon bellowed and slammed his open palm on the desk.

Charlene blinked at him. Devon hadn't ever raised his voice in her presence. He could certainly bellow when he wanted.

Devon began speaking before she got steam back up. "Charlene, you will shut up and sit there and remain silent. You've managed to run your Daughters' choices for Master off three times. You can't do that to me. You can't buy me, or intimidate me. My superior feels even more hostile towards you than I do. Sit there and shut up and listen for once in your fucking life." 

"You can't talk to me like that." Charlene began.

"I can, and have. Now, sooner or later your daughter is going to follow this dream. No matter what nonsense you throw, she'll do it. If she has to run to the Middle East, where you have no authority, and are liable to be jailed for your attitude, she'll do it. The only thing you can do is insure she is as safe as possible in her chosen lifestyle." 

"I can do more than that." 

"No you can't. The Sheriff will do nothing, except arrest you if you persist in acting like an ass." Devon said hotly. "You will listen. Here, we have hard limits, things that are unsafe, and we don't practice them. Here your daughter has a chance of living out her dream, and seeing if it's something she wants, or not. Right now, she's working with the other slaves before lunch. She's got her first class after lunch, and she'll be trained in Ballet. Graceful movements and all that sort of thing." 

"She will not." 

"She will. If she succeeds, or fails, on her own merits and work, will be our decision. You can't influence it, so don't bother trying. Now, if you did manage to run her off, how long before she was back, or worse, with some nut who would stick needles in her for some internet website?" Devon asked.

"Never." Charlene hissed at Devon.

"Now here that won't happen. We don't film our students, we don't film our staff. We have audio sensors only in some rooms for safety. We don't do needles or blood here." Devon said coldly. "Here, she has a chance at becoming what she says she wants to, and here, she's allowed to stay until either I or she say otherwise." 

"I'll have your ass."

"You've already tried that." Devon said. "You failed."

"Devon, this is pointless. I'm going to call some people and have them destroy Mackenzie Pharmaceuticals Inc." Dominique said coldly.

"You wouldn't dare." 

Devon nodded. "She would. We've both done things that have destroyed people who annoyed our bosses." 

"That company was founded by my Grandfather." Charlene raged.

"And almost run into bankruptcy by your father. The only reason you haven't managed to do so is you haven't had controlling interest in your lifetime." Devon said coldly. "Now, I understand you can de-fund your daughters trust. Be my guest. She has said she doesn't care. She wants this life, or says she does. We're testing her right now, and she'll pass or fail on her own, regardless of what you think." 

Charlene sat and glowered at Devon and then turned the face towards Dominique. "How did you destroy previous enemies?"

Dominique raised an eyebrow. "Oh the usual, driving the price of the stock down a couple times. I even managed to cause so much public distrust of one that the stock plummeted fifty dollars before the company declared bankruptcy." 

Charlene blinked. "How did you do that?"

"I started the rumor that the company was being investigated for violating the sanctions in trading with Iraq." Dominique admitted. "In your case, I'll start the rumor that the company is using child labor in Bangladesh. No matter how often you deny it, the rumor will gather speed, especially after it's printed in the NY Times." 

"You can't do that." 

"Why not, I'm fucking one of the editors, and I'm just as good as Jeannette, perhaps better. After I give him a great blowjob, don't you think he'll leak that little bit of information to the world?" Dominique asked innocently.

"You bitch." Charlene spat at her in rage.

"I'll take that as a yes. Devon, do you think the press would be interested to know that MacKenzie's drug research is performed on Chinese Political Prisoners?" Dominique asked.

"Oh, I imagine Amnesty International would have a boycott going before the denials were even written." Devon said casually. "I'm willing to bet that no amount of proof would ever satisfy some of those who hate corporations." 

"With a little luck, I'm thinking we can get her highlighted on the web, you know some of those nuts are liable to show up in person throwing red paint around if it's leaked that Mackenzie was involved in chemical interrogations at Abu Ghraib." Dominique said snapping her finger at the idea.

"I'm not leaving my daughter here." Charlene said more conversationally.

"If she wishes to stay, her choice, she stays." Devon said simply.

The Sheriff walked in and sat down. "Jeannette let me in, did I miss anything?"

"Well, we threatened to start some rumors that would severely hamper her business efforts if she didn't stop yelling at us." Devon said with a small smile.

"I'm not sure, that may be coercion." The Sheriff responded with mock seriousness. "Seriously for a moment. Ms. Mackenzie, as I said, I don't agree with what Devon's doing. I've toured this facility several times. I've had the county attorney out here, and he can't find a single law being violated. Neither can I. Your daughter is about as safe here as she would be anywhere else. I hate to admit it, but they do take safety rather seriously." 

"Sheriff, we're talking about my daughter." Charlene said calmly for once.

"Yes Ma'am. I understand that. A girl I've known since she was born works here now. She was once a deputy of mine. She's the daughter of the best friend I've ever had. She's a trainer here, and I don't like it either." Sheriff Mitchell said. "Ann is a good girl though, and has a good head on her shoulders, and I trust her to do what she thinks is right." 

Devon remained silent. 

"Sheriff, my daughter doesn't want to be a trainer, she wants to be a slave." 

"Then there's really not much you can do Ms. Mackenzie, except to ask Devon to take care of her. So long as she wishes to be here, and they're willing to have her, then there's nothing much you can do." 

Charlene sat for a while. "May I see my Daughter Devon?"

Devon raised his arm and spoke into the radio/watch attached to his wrist. "Have Crystal come down to my office please."

Geneva answered. "Yes Master, she's with me in the Kitchen." 

"In the kitchen, like common house staff." Charlene sobbed. "Oh Daddy, what must you think of me." 

The Sheriff managed to keep from rolling his eyes while Dominique didn't bother to try. 

Crystal came in wearing the house slave shirt that was standard uniform today. "Yes Master?" Then she saw her Mother. "Mom. NO. I'm not leaving." Turning to Devon. "Master, you said I could stay." There was the obvious tone of accusatory whining to her voice as she moaned the last sentence out.

Devon slapped his hand on the desk. "Stop that now. I called you, now report to me like you think a slave should Crystal." 

Crystal hesitated and bit her lip. She walked to him and hung her head. "You sent for me Master?" 

"Better. Now your Mother would like to talk to you. I've already told her we're not forcing you to leave while we're testing you. That man is the Sheriff of this county, and knows what's going on. He is familiar with our policies, and our safety guidelines." Devon said. "Speak to your Mother, and answer any questions the Sheriff has." 

"Yes Master." Crystal said smiling at him. "Thank you Master."

Devon leaned back. Charlene looked at Dominique and said. "Crystal, I want you to come home with me." 

"No Mom. I want to stay here. I want to do this." Crystal said.

"You know what I can do." 

"I know you can empty my trust fund. I don't care." Crystal knelt beside her Mother. "You never understood this about me Mom. I need this." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 15



Part 15: The Torment of Josh.

Josh managed about six hours of sleep the night Crystal first slept on the training floor. Geneva had the duty that night, and made sure to listen out for any problems from Crystal. Crystal lay down on the Futon and tried to rest, she tossed and turned a bit before settling down and sleeping. 

In the morning, the rush started and Crystal like all novices, had trouble keeping up. Josh had no problems in the morning; he'd been doing this for a week now. Crystal kept glancing at Josh and trying to relax enough to go. Finally she managed to void her bladder and was in the shower with her back to Josh. 

Jeannette, Diane, and Geneva were watching her to see how she responded. The morning routine, which was done without any nod towards gender, was a part of the test. If you could accept that everyone was a slave, then you were a slave too. If you couldn't you weren't. 

At breakfast Crystal held up the posture collar and asked. "Could someone help me with this, and the cincher?" 

"Sure Crystal." Jeannette said. "I've worn them too, they're kind of a pain to put on alone." 

Jeannette put them on Crystal and then sat back down. "OK, Josh, you've got Ballet this morning. Diane, you're in Oral Arts, and then the kitchen with Chef. Crystal you're first class today is Oral Arts too. Geneva, leave your radio on channel four, and the volume up, we'll call you if there's a problem." 

Crystal nodded. "OK, I saw that on the first floor, that's the room right?"

Diane said. "Yeah, we'll go there together in a minute. I'm getting my ass kicked by station eight." 

"Eight, I'm still getting burned by seven. Eight has to be a stone mother." Geneva offered. 

Jeannette laughed. "It is, but wait until phase three, those stations all make eight look easy." 

"I wondered why you were so good." Geneva said smiling. 

Josh groaned. "I just got five, and am supposed to start six today, it took three days to get five." 

Crystal just listened and watched them wide-eyed. Her blond hair was frizzy from not being dried by a blower, and she looked even younger than she was. These were the legends of the slave world, and she was truly in awe of them. 

"Come on Crystal, let's go, Master awaits and we're always in a hurry." Diane said rising.

Crystal looked and she'd eaten about half the food. She sighed and followed Diane. They entered the room and found Master Thomas and Mistress Ann waiting for them. 

"Crystal, come here, I'm Mistress Ann, and I'll be teaching you oral arts today." 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said. 

"This is station one, and we'll be starting here. The trick to these stations is actually pretty simple, just follow the instructions, and do what it says on the screen here." Ann said pointing. "Kneel here and mimic what you see on the screen."

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said and knelt. Her neck was held rigidly in place, and it made the kneeling and licking tough, but she managed. After about twenty minutes she had task complete flashing on the screen. 

"Good Crystal, that's not bad. Have you ever done that before? Licked a woman I mean." 

"No Mistress, I've never been with a woman, only guys." Crystal said smiling. She was kind of proud of getting the station. 

"Well, you'll have to take the collar off for station two, so let's take that off and the cincher, I'll put them back on you before you go." 

Crystal stood and allowed Mistress to take her bindings off, and then knelt before station two. She worked hard and got Task complete again. 

"Excellent, I don't think you'll have any problems with this at all." Ann said. "OK, that's enough for today, stand and let's get this stuff back on you." 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said.

Once it was back on her Crystal looked for Diane and saw she was already gone. "Mistress, what am I supposed to do now?" 

"You're going to help Diane in the kitchen, like you did yesterday with Geneva, and this afternoon you'll help upstairs with the cleaning." Ann told her.

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said and was off towards the kitchen in a flash. 

In the Kitchen she found Diane and said. "Hi Diane, I'm supposed to help you."

"OK, well come on Groupie, and grab an apron, we don't want tits in our food." Diane teased lightly.

Diane took the apron and put it on. Then she started to cut some vegetables for Chef. "Why do you call me Groupie?" 

"Because you keep looking at all of us like we're some rock band." Diane said. "I don't mean anything by it. I'm sorry if it bothers you, I'll stop."

Chef was stirring a pot on the stove, and opened the oven to check on something there.

"I found three Masters before I came here. My Mom shut two of them down, and had the third one throw me out. She scared him into obeying her. I'd about given up hope of finding a Master anywhere who would take me, and train me, so long as I was under my Mother's thumb." Crystal said.

"I'm sorry." Diane said as she pulled a bunch of plates down and carried them to the Master's dining room. Then she returned. "So where did you hear about us?"

"On the net. There's a bondage website, and I would sneak there when Mom wasn't watching. I figured out how to disable her monitoring stuff." Crystal explained. "I read about you, and Jeannette, and Master Devon. Slave C wrote about Master Andre, and Mistress Rebecca too. She described this place, and the life that slaves had here." 

"Slave C? Oh, that's Cathy." Diane said.

"Yeah, someone else called her that in the thread." Crystal explained. Turning to face Diane she said. "If it wasn't for Master Devon being beyond my Mother's power, I would be stuck there for years, and with six more years she'd have me committed for sure." 

Diane saw the pain, and the relief both reflected in the girls face. "Why do you want to be a slave? I heard you were a trust fund kind. I grew up poor, well, sort of middle class. So did Geneva, and Jeannette. Why do you want to do this?" 

Diane listened as Crystal explained. "I figured it out when I was fifteen, that this is what I wanted. I got caught when I was sixteen by my Mom. For three years I've had councilors and ministers, priests and puppets all tell me I was crazy to want this. One stuck me in a treatment center for four months, but after I turned eighteen, they had to cut me loose or take it before a Judge." Crystal sighed. "The more they tried to tell me I was crazy, the more I figured out about my Mom, and how she was manipulating me."

Diane walked over and put a comforting hand on Crystal's shoulder. Crystal continued. "When I heard of this place, my Mom had told me a couple months ago she would support my decision, and would assist me in finding a Master. I should have known she was playing me. I told her about this place and Master Devon. She made some phone calls, and then met Master Devon. That's when I figured out she was just pretending to understand and support me." 

"I'm sorry." Diane said.

Crystal shook her head. She swallowed hard. "This place, all of you, are like a book come true. There isn't another place like this in the world, I know, I've searched the web for a hint of one. Nothing is out there. Not one whisper. This secret society they used to belong to could teach the CIA some things, because they're really secret. Not one hint of it. If I'm acting like a groupie, it's because you're all a dream come true. I'm really scared that I won't make it, that I'll be sent away, and my last chance for this will be gone." 

Diane shook her head. "Don't sweat that, all you can do is obey the master, and trust them to do what they think is right."

Crystal looked at Diane, and with the Collar this was tough. "Yeah, it's just that if I'm out, I've lost my trust fund, and everything is gone."

"Well Groupie, I guess you better bust your ass then to do a good job." Diane said smiling. "Don't sweat it, I thought I was a lesbian for a few years, give it a week, and see what happens. How do you like it so far?"

Crystal smiled widely. "I love it here. The bathroom is going to be tough to get used to, but other than that, I love it here."

Diane went back to her prepping of the lunch for the Masters. "How did you like eating with the Masters yesterday?"

"I just sat and stared at them all. You have no idea what's out there. Cathy and several others swear that Andre is beautiful, but they didn't say how gorgeous he really is." Crystal gushed. "Mistress Rebecca's prowess in Ballet is legendary, and even Mistress Ann is being talked about." 

Diane shook her head. "Now you know why I call you the groupie." She smiled at Crystal showing it was friendly. "You're like a puppy dog bouncing off the walls. If you had a tail, it would be wagging a hundred miles an hour." 

Crystal blushed slightly and took the ribbing as it was intended, good-naturedly. "Ok, I guess I deserved that." 

Chef spoke up finally commenting on the conversation. "I'm not one of the trainers, nor am I a slave. However, I think you're doing fine Crystal, you're just a teenager, and you're supposed to be exuberant at that age." 

Crystal smiled her appreciation at Chef. "Thanks Chef." 

"Yeah, she's pretty much a normal teenager, except she likes to be tied up and told to do things like blow Master and lick Mistress." Diane said grinning. 

"I wouldn't mind a night with Andre." Chef said smiling. "He is gorgeous." 

Crystal glanced at him and nodded as much as she could in the collar, and then went back to cutting. 

At lunch the slaves sat in the dining hall and ate. Jeannette handed out assignments. "Josh, you're in Oral Arts. Mistress Ann will be there to meet you, Master Thomas will be a few minutes late." 

"OK." Josh answered between rapid bites of roasted potato wedges and chicken. 

"Crystal, you're in Ballet, and Diane, you've got to meet Master Thomas in room two." Jeannette finished. 

"I'm in the Kitchen." Diane said. 

"I know, this will only take a couple minutes, and then you're back in with Chef." Turning to Josh. "How far did you get on the sleeping floor?"

"I ran the dust mop, and got the sleeping rooms cleaned." Josh said. "I didn't get to the bathroom or the brass." 

Jeannette nodded. "I'll be up there shortly to get started. Crystal, when you're done training, use whatever time you have before dinner and start sweeping and mopping the training floor. I've already done the staff wing, and the VIP wing, so that just leaves the slave sleeping and training wing." 

Crystal nodded as she sipped some juice and dug in to the bowl again. Jeannette turned back to Josh. "You're getting a break tonight, sleeping in your regular room, more sleep training in a day or two, Master doesn't want you to be a complete zombie." 

"Thank you God." Josh said seriously. 

"Crystal, no playing with any other slaves and no masturbating." Jeannette said next. 

Crystal looked wide-eyed at Jeannette afraid she was being accused. "I'm not, I swear it."

Diane laughed. "The rest of us know the rules, you don't. That's all she was doing." 

Crystal smiled and finished her bowl. "Ok, I'm off to Ballet. Wish me luck in pleasing Mistress Rebecca."

"No one is that lucky." Josh answered.

Crystal put her tray on the buffet line and left the room. She heard Josh getting up behind her and was happy she was one of the first done. She walked into Ballet and found Mistress Rebecca waiting for her. 

"Well, Crystal is here early, that's a nice surprise." Rebecca said nodding. "Now, if I take those things off, are you going to be slouching about?"

"I'll try not to Mistress." Crystal answered. 

"We'll leave the collar on then." Rebecca said. 

Diane arrived at room two and saw she was right. Room two was anal training. She gulped and steadied her butterflies and opened the door. She found Master Thomas setting some things out, apparently for her. 

"Slave Diane, excellent. I think I told you I was going to see to your training in this personally." Thomas said in greeting.

"Yes Master." Diane answered. She felt a rush of excitement, and fear at the thought of this. It was so scary. 

"Now, over the table here, and slave ass." Thomas said. 

Diane complied and tried to relax. Master Thomas set a small anal plug before her. It was perhaps as big around as a thumb. "This is your first plug Slave, and as you can see, it's very small, that's how we begin, small."

"Yes Master." Diane said. Relief evident in her voice. She'd cleaned this room once, and saw the huge plugs, well big anyway, that were in the cabinet, and she had almost screamed in terror. This really scared her. 

Thomas coated the plug with some lubricant and said. "This will just slide right in, and you'll be surprised how easy it is." 

Diane didn't answer, she was still nervous. Thomas gently rubbed her ass, rubbing her asshole with his finger, smearing more of the lubricant. He spoke gently to her. "Just relax Diane, relax and let this little plug find its way home." 

Diane felt it start to push into her, and she resisted the urge to tighten herself, focusing on being relaxed and then it was past her ring. She could feel it, and it was strange, but it didn't hurt. 

Thomas had used a lubricant with a desensitizing additive. He knew it wouldn't hurt, but he wanted it to be absolutely painless for Diane. 

Once it was seated properly, Thomas ran the straps around her waist, and then through her crotch to secure the plug in. "This will keep it from falling out. It's locked on, so you'll need a Master, or Jeannette to release it. If it starts to hurt, or gives you any problem, just call one of us, and we'll let you out of it OK?" 

"Yes Master, I thought it would hurt." 

"I know you did, and I promised you it wouldn't and that's why I'm doing it personally, I want to make sure it didn't." Thomas said. "Back to work slave." 

Diane smiled and bowed her head. "Yes Master." She walked a little strangely in the belt. It was a piece of thick leather between her legs, pulled tight, with an opening over her pussy for taking a leak. The plug was unable to get out, secured into her by the strap. She felt like there was a much larger plug inside her, a big old stick up her ass. 

In the Kitchen Chef took one look as he finished putting the cold stuff away and then looked at her for an answer. 

"Anal training. Master Thomas has me wearing a plug." Diane answered.

Chef nodded. "It's just strange to see you wearing anything. Let me know if you like it as much as I do." Then he went to his room. He got a couple hours between Breakfast and Lunch, and again between lunch and dinner to chill in his room. The slaves did the cleanup, and he no longer saw to it. 

Diane started working, and she found herself dancing now and then, trying to get used to the plug, and the strap. 

Geneva came down and took one look at her and nodded. "I figured they were going to start training us for that sooner or later." 

"It feels really strange, but doesn't hurt." 

Geneva grabbed a bowl that was in the fridge and ate it after putting it in the microwave for a minute. She sat and chatted with Diane while she ate and Diane cleaned. They talked about the news, there were papers and magazines in the day room, and they were supposed to at least glance at them from time to time. 

Diane filled Geneva in on Crystal and then they wondered if Josh would make it tonight. 

Crystal was at that moment trying to keep from crying any more. Mistress Rebecca's reputation was that she didn't spare the lash of the cane, and she wasn't. It stung and left a wicked pink welt where she got hit. 

"Slave, if I have to tell you to take smaller steps one more time, I'm going to chain your ankles together until you learn this task." Rebecca growled. "Try it again. Slave walk across the room." 

Crystal started to walk taking shorter steps, and then was lashed across the ass for bending over to see her feet. She straightened her body and was lashed across the shins for taking steps that were too long. 

As she started to sweep the hallway, she found the eighteen-inch chain made it difficult to really get a rhythm going. She had to shuffle her feet constantly, and was just getting the hang of it when she started to mop. 

Devon listened to the report from Rebecca and nodded. "So she's wearing ankle chains, and a posture collar?"

"Yes, she's got the worst posture of anyone I've seen in a very long time. It's like she can't walk without watching her feet. I have no idea where she got that habit, but I'm going to break it if it kills her." Rebecca said.

Devon nodded. "How's her attitude?" 

"I really laid into her with the cane today, and she didn't buck once. She had tears of pain and frustration, but not one buck." Rebecca answered. 

Devon nodded again considering. "Let's try it a little lighter tomorrow, and see if she gets cocky. Don't give her a pass unless she earns it, but a little lighter on the lash." 

Rebecca nodded. "We're trying to see how she responds?"

"She was raised a princess, and swears she's a slave at heart. I'm having a little trouble getting my head around it." 

Diane knocked on the door and when ordered, entered. "Master, Geneva relieved me in the Kitchen, she's up, and suggested that I talk to you about Crystal." 

Devon nodded and waved her in. "Go ahead, what's on your mind Slave?"

Diane knelt and then filled him in on their conversation, and on what was said. 

"A puppy?" Rebecca asked looking at Devon. "That's about right for a teenager though."

Devon nodded. "Thank you Diane. Is there anything else?"

"No Master. I think she's scared, but she wants to do this." Diane shrugged. "We just thought you should know." 

Devon nodded again. "Thank you for bringing this to me Diane. It helps me understand her a little better. You can go back to your chores now." 

Diane stood and left the office, closing the door behind her. Devon turned to Rebecca and raised an eyebrow.

"Lighter tomorrow?" Rebecca asked.

Devon shook his head. "Push her, let's see where her tail tucks." 

Rebecca nodded. "It's a little early for that don't you think?"

Devon nodded. "Her decision may have a lot of repercussions, for her and us, and I want to know she's making the right one." 

Rebecca nodded. "Pedal to the medal it is." 

When informed of this later Ann balked. "Wait a minute Devon, she's not ready for extreme yet. This is her first full day."

Devon blinked at her for a moment and then looked around the table. "Ann she's walking away from a trust fund, one her Mother can eliminate like that." Devon snapped his fingers.

"So what? She deserves to be treated like a student, not a princess who's giving up her crown." Ann protested. "We wouldn't do that to any other student, treat her like the others, that's what she needs, and deserves." 

"Ann. I don't think you understand." Devon began.

"Oh I do. You can't believe she's walking away from the life of the rich and pampered to be a slave. So you're going to push her to see if you can get her to quit. Sure you can, but is that what she wants? Or is it what you want?" Ann insisted. 

Andre looked at the clock and said. "Forgive me, but I have to go torment Josh now, and if I may, I think that both of you have a good point." Andre stood and walked out. 

"I've got to go let Diane out of the belt before she torments Josh." Thomas said. "I know we don't get a vote, so I'll just walk out now." 

Ann had her steam up and wasn't turning away for anything. "Let her do this for the week Devon, that's what you said. We wouldn't push anyone else like that for any reason. Let her have the week damn it." 

Devon looked at her and sighed. "Rebecca, rescind the extreme day, normal training." 

"Yes Devon." Rebecca said.

"Thank you Devon." Ann said softly. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 15



Devon nodded and rose himself. "If you want to see Josh tormented, you have time." 

Ann shook her head. "No, I think he passes with Diane because he's not attracted to her. I think he's hot for Geneva." 

Devon stopped and turned towards her. "What?"

"Geneva, she's been working out for years in the Army. Her shoulders are almost masculine. She's been working out daily for something like seven years. Don't tell me you didn't notice. Jeannette and Diane are girls, and they look like girls. Geneva is a former soldier, and has broad shoulders from the physical training." Ann said like she stated the obvious. 

"Rebecca, do you think we missed that?" Devon asked.

"He's bi sexual, but he's mostly gay, is that it?" Rebecca asked.

Devon nodded. "If he's attracted to masculine traits, Geneva is kind of butch. She still has that tomboy feel about her." 

Rebecca looked at Ann and asked. "When did you figure that out?"

Ann looked down. "After he passed Jeannette, I realized that Geneva was more muscular, more masculine in a way, and even with squirming, which is what he said Geneva did to break his concentration, he passed her. Same techniques, different people doing it." 

Devon waved at them and they went into the office. "We have to test this." 

"How did he respond when you passed him from phase one?" Rebecca asked.

"He didn't scream ouch, but I don't know otherwise. He's in the bag." Devon said. 

Andre walked in and seemed surprised to find them in the office. "He passed again tonight, six minutes this time." He smiled at the group as he relayed the information.

"We're starting to wonder if he's attracted to Geneva." 

"He didn't pass Jeannette the first night." Andre protested, as he was brought up to date on the discussion.

"No one passes the first night, they're always excited about getting a hummer." Devon said.

"Want to bet he can hold out against Geneva tomorrow night?" Ann asked. 

Andre listened to the overview and sighed as he sat. "I didn't even think of that, Geneva's more athletic." Then he considered. "Diane has a body that is almost boyish though, her breasts are very small, and her body has very little curve to it." 

"Tomorrow night, let's try something new." Devon said. "Let's let Jeannette at him again, and this time, I want her to use level two tricks." 

Andre raised an eyebrow. "How long?"

"Wait a minute." Devon said considering the situation anew. "We're doubting ourselves, and trying to find a way that we can prove or disprove our assumption. When he had Jeannette for ten minutes, he didn't make it. When he had Diane who only has the first half of phase two, he didn't last ten minutes. Diane and Jeannette don't arouse him less; he's just able to ignore them better. Let's figure out what Geneva's doing that the other two aren't." 

Ann frowned. "I was looking only at the first half, the getting him erect." 

"No, you were doing it right, looking at it from a fresh point of view. None of us noticed the connection, and you're doing your job, bringing it to us." Devon said. 

The group talked for another hour tossing ideas and finally it was decided that there was only one way to find out, they had to test Geneva to see what she's doing.

Devon glanced at the clock and sighed. "It's past ten so let's call it a night. I'll get us to test the girls tomorrow."

Ann had agreed early on to this idea, since that was the only way to do it. However there was concern that the girls would feel as if their dedication and ability to follow orders was being questioned. Devon said that could be allayed by explaining the purpose, was to double check that everything was being done the way that master wanted, no one would get in trouble, even if Geneva was using higher level tricks than she was supposed to without thinking of it. 

At six forty, Jeannette knocked on Devon's door to receive her orders. "Good morning Jeannette."

"Good Morning Master." Jeannette replied.

"OK, let's get them up and running. Josh to Ballet, Crystal to Oral arts. I want Geneva in Live test room one, and I want Diane in arousal training, I think her rings can take it." Devon said. "After arousal I've have her back in Oral arts this morning."  

"Yes Master. I guess I'll be in the kitchen with Chef?"

"No, you'll be around Admin. There's a question as to why Josh responded to Geneva, but not to you, or Diane. Master Andre is going to test her oral arts, first phase one, and then as far as she's gotten. It shouldn't take too long, and then she'll be in to start clean up and lunch prep. There is nothing wrong. In fact, ask her to come see me before the showers, I'll push her breakfast back if need be." Devon said. 

"Yes Master, Geneva to you, and then hygiene." Jeannette said. 

"Go to it Jeannette." 

Jeannette was off and running getting the girls in the staff room up. Geneva looked confused but obeyed. She hit the restroom on the staff level to empty her bladder and then reported to Master Devon's room.

"Come on in Geneva, and relax. You aren't in trouble, nor have you done anything wrong." Devon began. "We were talking last night trying to figure out why Josh responded to you, but not Jeannette and Diane after the first night." 

Geneva knelt before Devon as he spoke understanding this was going to take more than a minute. "He said I squirmed around, and he couldn't ignore me Master." Geneva said.

"Jeannette squirmed, so did Diane, and he didn't respond to them. We think he's attracted to you, or you are possibly, and definitely unintentionally doing something above phase one."

Geneva shook her head with her eyes open wide. "Oh no Master. I've only done phase one. I tested again to make sure that I knew what it was." 

Devon held up his hand. "I just said you're not in trouble. Like Jeannette and Diane, you would not knowingly disobey us for anything." Devon said gently. "Master Andre is going to give you a quick test, and once we rule that out, we suspect that it may be that Josh likes you." 

Geneva smiled a bit. "Yes Master."

Devon looked at her for a moment. "You think he likes you?"

"Yes Master. He tends to pay closer attention to me. At least, I think he does." 

Devon chuckled. "We should have saved ourselves the trouble of talking about it for an hour last night and just asked you. Why do you say that?"

"When we were cleaning the hallway Master, he kept looking at me and then screaming as he hit the pins." Geneva said.

Devon nodded. "Thank you Geneva, for now let's double check that with Master Andre after breakfast, and then you're in the Kitchen. You can clean up here this morning, and join the others at breakfast." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said. She had a huge smile. 

"You like that he likes you Geneva?" Devon asked as she started to close the door.

"Master, I know you'll use it to further his training, and I love serving the Masters." Geneva answered with a bit of a wicked smile.

Devon chuckled as Geneva closed the door to his wave. 

As he filled them in at breakfast Ann nodded. "OK, so we're right, he does like Geneva. So what do we do now? Have him test with her every night, or do we keep them apart?" 

Devon looked around the table. "I say we torment the hell out of him." 

Rebecca laughed. "I was about to say the same thing. In fact, we can torment Geneva while we're tormenting him. Two with one stone." 

"We'll look at it later, for now, get to class and teach them something." Devon said. 

Crystal shuffled to her first class, taking small running steps with the ankle chain in place. She got to Oral arts and again found Mistress Ann waiting for her. 

Diane watched Crystal go into Oral Arts and then continued down the hall to Arousal training. Master Thomas was waiting for her. "Good morning Slave Diane, hop up on the table, and let me check those rings first." Thomas said.

Diane sat on the table and then positioned her legs in the provided stirrups. "Master, Geneva checked them last night, she said they were still a little pink, and needed another few days." Thomas quickly strapped her legs, and then her waist to the table. 

Thomas looked at the rings and then rubbed one turning it slightly, then the second one was turned. He nodded to himself. "She's right, another few days and you'll be humping like new, but we're not going to be playing with them exactly." Thomas began. He walked around to her head and sat on a stool looking down her body. "We're going to explore your mind, and find out what turns you on today." 

Diane glanced up at him and then looked away sheepishly. "Yes Master."

"Diane, I understand that everyone has a favorite. My favorite color is green. My favorite band is the Rolling Stones." Thomas said simply. "Which Master is your favorite?"

Diane bit her lip and looked worriedly at him. "I don't have a favorite Master, I love you all." Jeannette had been specific in telling the slaves may have a favorite they didn't belong to any one master, but to them all. 

"Jeannette's favorite is Master Devon. She loves me, and loves the rest of us. She would happily obey us in any thing we told her to do. She loves Master Devon above us all though, he had a lot to do with her training, so that makes sense. There's nothing wrong with that, so long as you don't think you belong to any one Master." Thomas explained as he brushed some hair away from Diane's face. 

Diane had a tear in her eye. "Master, you're sweet, even when you whip me. If you asked, I'd love to service you every night." 

Thomas nodded and smiled shyly. "Thank you Diane. Now, the idea behind arousal training is to get the idea of pleasure associated to the commands, in this case, slave cunt." Thomas ran a finger along her jaw line almost absent-mindedly. "This presents you with a problem. You might be facing someone you're not too terribly fond of, perhaps a visiting master, and told to get yourself ready." 

Diane bit her lip, she was nearly ready now. His caresses were so gentle, so tender. 

Thomas continued to talk to Diane. "Now, as you face a Master or Mistress, or perhaps another slave, and are ordered to get yourself ready, the trick is to subconsciously be thinking of the thing or person you do enjoy, if you understand my meaning."

"I think I do Master." Diane said.

"We mentioned Slave Jeannette. When she fucked Luke, you were there weren't you?" 

"Yes Master." Diane nodded slowly, staring at Thomas. "She just jumped right on top of him."

"She wasn't thinking about Luke, she was thinking about pleasing her master, that's her trigger." Thomas said gently and carefully. 

"Yes Master." Diane said as she arched her back a bit as his finger made slow circles on her upper chest. Her breathing had increased and she licked her lips more frequently. 

Thomas leaned down and whispered into her ear. "Slave, I want to fuck your cunt, I want to slide my cock deeply into your cunt. If you're dry, I won't enjoy myself, and neither will you. Will you get wet for me slave?" 

Diane's pupils had dilated and her face was flushed. She nodded. "Yes Master." 

Thomas slid his hand down gently strumming her body and found her wet, and willing. He smiled at her and softly said. "Would you like me to fuck you slave? It might hurt your rings, but I'll be gentle with you because of it." 

Diane moaned in anticipation and nodded her head. "Please Master. It's been so long." 

Devon went into his office and then called to Jeannette. She entered his office and waited. Devon was seated at his desk and said. "Jeannette, I believe that Josh is attracted to Geneva, and I want to torment him with that, but without giving him the opportunity to enjoy himself. I have a suggestion and want your opinion." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied as she walked to his desk and knelt beside his chair. 

Devon outlined his idea, and Jeannette said she believed it would work as Master Devon predicted it would.

Geneva was kneeling and sucking on Andre's cock. She had been told to use first the phase one tricks, and had complied. Then she'd been told to go the distance. She was using her tricks from station six, and swirling her tongue as taught at seven. 

Andre gripped her head as he ejaculated into her mouth. Geneva sucked him happily her twinkling eyes reflecting her joy. 

Thomas slid himself gently into Diane's wet pussy, allowing her to get used to him before he started to slowly slide in and out of her. Diane groaned in passion and reveled in the pain and pleasure from the still tender rings dragging on his cock. Jeannette was right, this was heavenly. 

Thomas slowly started to pump, making sure not to go too fast, nor to enter her fully, unwilling to trap and twist the rings. He reached his thumb for the ring that went through her clit hood, and brushed it gently. 

"Master please I'm going to." Diane managed to get out before she came. 

Thomas smiled. Diane always wanted to wait, and would wait until too late to ask permission. 

He strummed the clit ring as she bucked wildly under him. The inner labia ring was bumped every time he inserted himself, and bounced along with him. Diane was in heaven, jerking wildly in the straps that held her. 

Thomas assumed she would hurt now, so he gave himself the command to ejaculate. These were OK orgasms, nothing great. Certainly nothing like the ones that come naturally, but they were part of the training, and used as needed. 

Diane moaned beneath him. "Oh Master." She breathed as he pumped into her. 

"Slave, you came without permission again." Thomas chided her.

"Master, I tried, the rings, they intensify everything." 

Thomas nodded. "Yes, they do don't they." 

Thomas walked around the table and Diane twisted her head to suck him clean. After he was clean Thomas again stroked her jaw line and smiled at her. "I can't, and wouldn't forgive you for coming without permission even if it was just you and I in this world." 

Diane nodded. "I'm sorry master, I tried, but it broke over me so fast." Diane really had been surprised by the power and speed of the orgasm. These rings were something all right.

"How do you feel now slave? How are your rings?" 

"Tender Master, I'll ask Geneva to make sure I didn't tear anything, but thank you for fucking me Master." Diane said smiling.

Thomas walked to the foot and examined the rings carefully. "They're still a little pink, sore obviously. No tearing visible, and no white or angry red so we should get away with it this time." 

"Yes Master." Diane said relieved. 

"I think I have a suitable punishment for your daring to steal my orgasms slave." Thomas said as he ran a hand along her ribs. She shuddered. "Yes master?"

"Tomorrow, you'll have anal training, after breakfast. Instead of the small probe, I'm going to use the torment probe. It's remote controlled, and vibrates. It's only a little larger than the other one, but will make you insane when any and all of the Masters hit the button from time to time to torment you." Thomas said.

Diane shuddered and looked up at him. "Master, I'm supposed to be in the kitchen tomorrow, I don't want to break any dishes." 

"Oh, if you break any dishes, I'll just punish you more." Thomas answered casually. 

He released Diane's straps and helped her to her feet. "Ok, you've passed your first arousal training slave, I want you to go and start cleaning upstairs."

"Yes Master." Diane said and hustled to obey. 

Geneva was in the kitchen cleaning up and helping Chef with lunch. At lunch, Devon announced his plans for Josh tonight.

"Ok, here's how we're going to torment Josh with Geneva. While Diane is blowing Josh, Geneva is going to be blowing Andre. I want you positioned far enough to the side so he has to turn his head to see you clearly. I want him to be offered the distraction of both of the people he's shown interest in are right there doing what he wants to be doing." Devon explained.

Andre smiled widely. "He won't last two minutes that way." 

Ann shook her head. "Jesus, where do you people get these ideas?" 

Rebecca nodded appreciatively. "When he fails?"

"Diane keeps working him, keeping him right on the edge, while Geneva and Andre finish. Andre, consider full sex, cunt only since she's not anal trained. With her newly healed rings, she should come often, and with a little effort, loudly." Devon elaborated.

"Oh God." Rebecca said. "He'll be ready to pop. Make sure Diane understands she's not to let him come." 

"Speaking of Diane, I'm going to have her in the anal vibrator tomorrow. I'll get the remotes tested and have one for everyone tomorrow." Thomas said.

Ann looked confused. "I thought she was getting the small probe again." 

"She was, but she stole orgasms from me. Those rings sent her over the edge, she was speechless and drooling as she bucked and came." Thomas said. 

Devon shook his head. "All this stealing of orgasms going on. I have to wonder if orgasm control needs to be pushed up some." 

"Well, at least you know your staff is happy." Andre said smiling. 

"Get to work, all of you." Devon said chuckling. 

Ann walked to Ballet with Rebecca and asked. "What's with the remotes and this probe thing?'

"Oh, just Thomas tormenting Diane. We'll all have remote controls for the probe. Every once in a while, just hit the button, whenever you feel like it. It will trigger the vibrating plug that Diane will be wearing, and should get her on edge. We try to find a reason for them to wear it during their training, so they start to associate anal training and arousal in their minds." Rebecca said as they arrived and found Crystal kneeling wearing the ankle chains, waist cincher, and posture collar. 

Ann made a note to ask more about that later. Diane hadn't appeared to be in pain, but she wasn't the one to ask, Jeannette was. "Slave Crystal, let's jump ring in, stand up for me." Ann said reaching for the small cane she preferred, unwilling to trust her experience with the larger canes to cause her to misjudge the power, and pain, being inflicted. 

She tapped Crystal here and there as she moved through the motions. Finally she nodded as Crystal got pretty close to slave mouth, slave kneel, stand, and walking which was easier once the chains had been removed. Ann turned and glanced at Rebecca and got a nod, time to introduce the next position. "OK Crystal, your next position is Slave Cunt one. You're to lie on your back, pulling your legs apart, and widely opening them. Knees are up and out of Master's way." 

Crystal complied, and Ann tapped her thighs to get them farther apart, and then her shins to get them higher. As Ann tapped and corrected she noticed that Crystal's vulva was swollen, and saw the hint of moisture showing serious arousal. 

Rebecca noticed too. Wondering how the girl would react to a little humiliation she decided to step forward. Ann saw this and allowed Rebecca to stride slowly up. "Mistress Ann, perhaps you noticed the state our poor slave is in?"

"I did Mistress Rebecca." Ann said playing along. 

Crystal blushed slightly and focused on maintaining her very exposed position. 

"Our little slave is a slut. Look at that cunt, swollen, why give her another few minutes and she'll be dripping like a bad faucet." Rebecca said tapping the thigh next to the swollen vulva. 

Ann sighed and shook her head, playing her part in this little charade. "Perhaps Slave Crystal didn't understand that in Ballet are the commands for the position only, not the physical reaction?" 

"Perhaps Slave Crystal thinks we're here to make her feel good." Rebecca decided it had been enough. "Slave, do you think we should make you feel good?"

"No Mistress." Crystal said.

"Well, you certainly appear to be enjoying yourself. Perhaps if you work a little harder in this class, you'll earn some real pleasure." Rebecca cooed. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 15



Crystal was back to being whipped into Ballet shape in a moment. 

Josh arrived at his erection control after dinner, with both Jeannette and Geneva walking with him. They hadn't said anything about both of them going to class to tease him, but they both accompanied him to the room. 

In the room he found Master Andre and Mistress Ann. He walked and knelt before Master Andre and waited. 

"Josh, great. Today, I want you in the chair, sitting and relaxing a bit since you're doing so well. Of course, we're going to strap you in, we wouldn't want you thinking this is a hotel." Andre said easily.

Josh sat and allowed himself to be bound. Once his wrist, and ankles were secured Andre began his instructions. "OK, Jeannette you work Josh over. Josh, I want you to last seven minutes tonight, you gave me six last night, and I'm very pleased with you."

Josh wondered what Geneva was doing here now. Jeannette knelt before him and began to suck his cock. Josh blanked his mind and focused on NASA again, this time struggling to consider the pictures from the Hubble. 

"Geneva, so I don't get bored, slave Mouth." Andre said next as he stood off to the side of Josh.

Josh's head whipped to the right and his mouth was open in surprise. 

Geneva knelt before Master Andre and looked up at him expectantly. Both Andre and Master Devon had briefed her before dinner. "Yes Master." She smiled up at him, obviously excited by the prospect.

Andre presented his cock to her and Josh's eyes locked on it. He licked his lips. Geneva took it into her mouth and began to suck it happily. She wasn't using level one tricks, she was obviously working it using every trick she knew. 

Josh felt himself stiffen as he imagined what it would be like to be either one of them. To suck on Andre's cock would be glorious, he was so beautiful. Geneva was squirming and so obviously excited about this. Her breasts jiggled and Josh groaned in arousal. 

Ann saw Josh losing, and knew Jeannette would carefully insure that Josh didn't come. She smiled as Josh realized he was losing and tried to focus his mind. He turned to face front, but his head kept turning to his right, to see the show Andre and Geneva were putting on. 

"That's a good slave Geneva, you keep this up, and I may fuck that recently healed cunt of yours." 

Geneva squirmed more at this promise and if possible, it seemed she was actually working harder. 

Josh closed his eyes, he tried to focus, but found himself looking right again. His cock throbbed painfully at the imagined scene of fucking Geneva, or being fucked by Andre. 

Ann watched the clock approach seven minutes and said "Time, Jeannette, kneel." 

Andre said. "Hold on Geneva, I've got to check Josh, and then we'll continue." 

Geneva backed away, and as instructed seemed to present the air of disappointed pouting. 

Andre turned with his own impressive hard on standing straight out and shook his head. "Oh no Josh, what happened?"

"Master. I tried." Josh stammered his eyes locked on the huge cock that Master Andre had.

"Josh, you wanted to fuck Geneva didn't you?" Andre asked walking to him. "She's really very good. You should see her squirm when a cock goes into her hot little cunt." 

Geneva squirmed a bit at this description of her habits. 

"Master, please forgive me." Josh said his cock twitching 

Andre walked before him and stood there, cock facing cock, and Josh groaned looking at it. "I suppose you'd like to feel my cock shoved in you? Perhaps you'd like to suck my cock?"

Josh nodded and said. "Yes Master." 

Andre waved a hand and Jeannette moved out of the way, as Andre knelt before Josh. He took Josh's cock in his hand and said. "I like a nice cock too Josh. I was thinking of having yours myself, if you passed." 

Josh groaned and his hips jerked a bit as he tried to fuck into Andre's hand. Andre lowered his head and kissed Josh's cock, then sucked it deeply into his mouth one time, backing completely away before Josh could come. 

"I can't do that though, you didn't earn any reward." Andre said sadly. He stood up and took his shirt off revealing his muscular chest. "Jeannette, keep him on edge, don't let him come. Geneva, slave cunt." Waving his hand he pointed to where he wanted her. 

Geneva squirmed around and anxiously positioned herself as Master had directed. Her eyes were locked on Andre's raging cock. Her pussy almost vibrated in need. 

Andre knelt behind her and slid his length into her gently. He sighed contentedly and began to thrust gently into her. He ignored Josh's sob from his left, focusing on fucking Geneva. 

Ann wondered again how she had found such a wide sadistic streak in her. Josh was in hell right now, the two people he was most attracted to were fucking each other, and he knew he wasn't going to be involved, and he wasn't going to get any release. She saw him look pleadingly at Jeannette. Ann almost told him to save the effort; Jeannette would have to be beaten nearly to death before she would knowingly disobey Master's order. 

"Master, I'm going to come soon, please give me permission." Geneva begged him. 

"No slave, not yet." Andre said as he slapped her ass.

Geneva sobbed. "Master, I can't hold it off much longer, please Master, please." 

"Oh, spoiled slut, very well. Come for me now." Andre said.

Geneva relaxed and allowed her orgasm to wash over her and she gasped. "Oh Yes. God Yes. Fuck that's so good Master." Geneva cried as pleasure pulsed out from her clit.

Andre smiled and said. "Good slave, obeying your Master always. Come as often as you like for the rest of this fucking." 

Geneva gasped in surprise and turned to look at him. She saw his smile and he nodded his head. Yes, he was serious. Geneva ground back at him harder and reached down to frig her own clit, she was allowed to come as she wanted. 

She came again, crying in pleasure, and then Andre reached around and grabbed her clit, and worked the ring hard as he fucked her. Geneva started to come in a long series of rapid fire little explosions. She cried out in passion and in pleasure, her words utterly instinctive, and no one could discern what they might be, but everyone understood them. 

Crystal was polishing the brass on the sleeping floor. Master Thomas had said he would check on her before she was sent to bed. 

Looking around sheepishly, she wondered if she could sneak a quick orgasm before someone noticed. Then she thought about it a second time. Obeying Master was the important thing, her torment served him, and that was what she needed to do. 

Andre neared his orgasm, and he had already decided what would cause Josh unendurable torment. He glanced at Ann and had a wicked glint in his eye as he gave his next order. "Slave, I want to come on your face as I climax." 

Ann blinked at him, not sure she'd heard him right. She almost turned and left the room, instead turning to look at Josh as he stared in absolute lust at Geneva and Andre. Ann understood that Andre wanted to make it as bad for Josh as he could, and knew that Josh dreamed of something like this. 

Geneva cried out and said. "Yes Master, anything you want Master." God this was a hell of a good fucking.

"Now slave, turn and lay down, open your mouth." Andre ordered.

Geneva turned around and lay on her back and instantly opened her mouth and stared up at Andre. 

Andre pumped his big cock in his hand, and he groaned as his orgasm began pulsing outwards. He ejaculating cock shot his come across Geneva's face and it was followed by a second, and third stream. After the fourth stream of semen, he started to slack off. 

Josh cried. "Master, please." His cock was twitching, and Jeannette had retreated to the base of his cock now, afraid if she touched the big purple head he'd be able to climax. 

Andre reached down and caressed Geneva's head, running his hand through her hair. "Thank you Slave, that was excellent." 

Geneva beamed up at him and smiled. "Thank you Master, for allowing me to serve you." 

Andre stood and reached for his pants. "That's enough Jeannette." He put his pants on and turned towards Josh as he slid his shirt over his head. "How are you doing Josh?"

"Master, please, let me serve you." Josh begged.

Andre shook his head. "Not until you learn to obey Josh." 

"Master, please." Josh begged again. 

"Jeannette, can you think of a way to clean Geneva up?" Andre asked.

Josh moaned. He just knew Andre's semen would taste like nectar. 

"Master, I'd be happy to do that for her." Jeannette said. 

Ann walked over and ran a finger though the mess on Geneva's face. She held it up and licked it off her finger. "Yes, essence of Andre. One of my favorites." 

Josh's cock twitched obviously and painfully. He moaned and stared hatred and lust at Mistress Ann. 

Andre was smiling hugely at Ann, knowing she was in role, and really enjoying being the bitch. He hesitated a moment.

"Jeannette, clean her up." Ann ordered casually. "She's such a little slut, she won't wash her face for a week savoring her time with Master Andre." 

Geneva shuddered in pleasure, she still liked to be referred to in degrading terms like that, but she loved to serve Master now. She needed to obey him, or her. 

Jeannette moved to kneel beside Geneva, and after kissing her gently, began to lick her face erotically. She understood what Master Andre wanted, to make it as painful for Josh as possible. In the middle of one lick she glanced up at Mistress Ann. She wasn't sure how Ann would react, so this was a double test. "Mistress, as our rings are healed now, is the restriction on playtime relaxed?"

Ann considered. "Sure Jeanette, you can go with Geneva and play with her, fuck her all night. Enjoy yourself, you've earned it, both of you." Ann said as though allowing the kids to go play outside. 

Jeannette smiled down and said. "You heard that lover, we can fuck tonight." 

Geneva lunged upwards and kissed Jeannette passionately. 

"Go on Jeannette, both of you. I'll put Josh to bed now." Ann said. "Sleep training Josh, time to see if you can manage to sleep without disturbing Master." 

Jeannette suspected she would have the duty and Ann shook her head slightly. She would take the duty herself. 

They had to restrain Josh's hands behind him, and Ann almost suggested that they put the bag on him and smack it a few times to get him under control. They took him upstairs with a raging hard on, and you could smell the frustration leaking from him. He dripped several drops of pre-come as they walked down the hallway. Ann made a mental note to have the slaves mop, and sterilize the hallway. 

Andre walked along holding Josh's other arm, and they got him upstairs and into the sleep training room. Putting him in the cage, Josh was horrified to see that Andre adjusted the top down a bit. Now, Josh could masturbate, only if he liked being electrocuted. 

Josh was shocked for almost two hours straight as he twitched and jerked remembering the sights, sounds, and smells of Geneva and Andre fucking like that right in front of him. 

Ann got the receiver after putting Crystal to bed. She killed the lights and the audible alarms everywhere except admin. There she set it for low. She saw a yellow light on in Devon's room, and she cycled the switch again. It went green when she turned the alarm to on in his room, but stayed yellow when she turned it off. 

Going upstairs she knocked on Devon's door. After he answered she asked. "Do you have some sort of override for the alarms up here?"

Devon nodded. "I wanted to hear both Crystal, and Josh for a bit. What did you two do to him?" Devon asked with a grin. "He's in there sobbing now."

The alarm sounded softly in Devon's room, and Ann smiled wickedly. "Andre fucked Geneva, full on doggie romp, but came on her face, instead of inside. He had Jeannette lick her clean. They're playing down the hall right now." 

Devon blinked and said. "Jesus that would have done it all right." 

Andre spoke from behind Ann as he turned the corner. "Did you tell him about tasting it?"

Devon raised an eyebrow in question.

"I was just playing along Andre." Ann said. "Let me go check Josh." She did not want to see Devon's face as Andre filled him in on that part. 

After two hours, Josh finally managed to settle down, and Ann checked on Crystal. She made notes in the training file, surfed the web a bit, and then went upstairs with the remote receiver to get some sleep herself. Devon's room signal was red now, which meant his alarm was turned off. 

Morning rush started promptly, and Ann arrived at Breakfast. "Josh got about six hours again, I'm assuming he would have gotten more, if we had managed to get him under control before locking him in." 

Devon gave her a wry grin. "The show you all put on was brilliant. I swear I couldn't have scripted it better." 

Ann shrugged and said. "Just playing my part Devon, just playing my part. So where do you have me today?"

"How much sleep did you get?" 

"Five hours or so. I'll be fine unless you want me to head to town tonight." Ann said. "I'll need a nap for that one." 

Devon nodded. "OK, we have Geneva in the Kitchen, Diane is in Anal first Andre, then send her to Oral arts. Crystal is in phase one still, and then let's back off on the torment of Josh tonight. Rebecca, send Josh upstairs to clean, keep Crystal on the first floor Thomas." 

They both nodded to the instructions. Devon continued to outline the day. "This afternoon, let's put Diane in massage therapy, she's nearly past phase two ballet and we can start to mix it up. Take Jeannette and have her demonstrate Andre." 

"Right Boss." Andre said. "Want to put Geneva in anal too? It's no problem, she can work the kitchen with the belt and plug." 

"Yes, that's good. I'll send her there as soon as she's in the kitchen. Then let's get Josh into sleep training again tonight. Instead of erection control, let's give him a dose of ejaculation control. Now, who do we have work him for that?" Devon asked.

"I presume we don't want Geneva to work him right?" Ann asked.

"Right. I want female superior, and I want timed. That leaves Jeannette or Diane." Devon said.

"Jeannette then. I used Diane yesterday, her rings have got to be hurting." Thomas said. "Unless you want me to work him over." 

Devon considered and shook his head. "No, I don't want him getting too friendly with the trainers yet. I want him thinking he's not good enough to play with us." Devon frowned and continued. "I'll think about it today. Perhaps I'll let Geneva at him, but I'm not sure yet. Get to work everyone." 

The group scattered and Ann was struck by the thought that Devon put into each person's training. What small change could be made to increase the effectiveness of the training. What little thing would push the student a bit farther?

The plugs were inserted into Diane first, and she was sent to oral arts. Master Thomas glanced at her and then reached into his pocket. Diane jumped as the anal vibrator activated for a few seconds. 

As she worked Station Seven, and then eight again her belt would activate from time to time as other trainers tapped their buttons. 

By lunch, as Diane worked on the first floor cleaning, she was wiggling now and then as the plug vibrated. It was weird at first, but now, it was arousing. Diane found herself getting hot at the random torment that the plug caused. 

Ann was walking by and glancing at her reached in and tapped her own button. Diane jumped again and this time seemed to swivel her ass as though trying to get more stimulation from it. 

Ann's eyebrow went up and she had to wonder if anal was really that good, or if Diane was just as strange as Jeannette, Rebecca, and apparently the guys were. 

Biting her lip, Ann wondered if she should mention to Devon that she'd like to try a small plug, just to see what it's like. 

In the afternoon, Jeannette demonstrated Massage Therapy to Diane, showing Diane how to work the various muscle groups to achieve maximum relaxation for the Master. Andre laid on the table and allowed his broad back and strong legs to be rubbed by Jeannette and Diane. 

In the evening, they were having Josh meet in a different room. As he entered he found Andre and Jeannette waiting for him.

"OK Josh, we're going to see how long it takes you to pop your cork tonight. I'm going to have Jeannette work you, and if you last six minutes tonight, I'll be happy. Slave Cock two, and you are free to get erect." Andre said. "Jeannette help him get that thing up will you?"

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. She had been briefed; use level two cunt control, which meant some milking, but not much. Give Josh a chance to make it through the six-minute time.

Josh lay on the table, and watched as Jeannette worked his cock, making it hard and she licked the drop of pre come from the tip. "Oh, that's very nice." 

"Yes, she's very talented." Andre agreed. "Ok, Jeannette, female superior, and fuck his brains out." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said smiling. 

As Jeannette straddled him she smiled down at Josh. She slid herself down his seven-inch cock, and settled herself on it. Then she began to slide up and down, rocking gently as she got the best position, and she began to milk him as she settled down on his length.

Josh groaned as he felt her cunt gripping in sequence from time to time. She began to rock and bounce faster, reaching up to pinch her nipples. Josh groaned again as he felt his cock twitch in excitement. 

Andre watched the show and when Josh finally came, he looked at the clock and nodded his head. Seven minutes, not a bad start. 

Jeannette rolled off of Josh and glanced at Andre for instructions. "No, don't clean him. You clean Masters, not other slaves." Andre told her. "Josh, I'm very pleased with you tonight, seven minutes is a good start."

"Thank you Master." Josh said sweating. 

Andre put Josh in the sleep-training cage and wished him a good night as he set the switches and turned the light off. He walked to the end of the hall and found Crystal's room light off. She was sleeping on the futon and smiling in the small light coming from the hallway. 

Andre walked to the staff wing and found Geneva walked down the hall towards him. "Geneva, you have the duty tonight?'

"Yes Master. I'm going to stay up for a bit until Josh settles down, then I'm going to get some sleep." 

"Good. Who put Crystal to bed?"

"I don't know Master, I thought she was cleaning the sleeping wing."

"OK, I'll find out in the morning. See you then."

Andre went to sleep and in the morning was at breakfast getting the report. Devon outlined it. "Josh slept nearly all night, only one trigger, so that's a victory there. Geneva said she got about six hours of sleep herself, and so I'm going to have her training today and Diane in the kitchen."

"Devon, when I put Josh in the cage, I found Crystal in her room with the lights out, who put her to bed?"

"I did, apparently just before you came up. She was stumbling around." Ann explained. 

Andre nodded. "OK, I was just making sure she didn't do it on her own. No problem Ann." 

Josh's torment would last another ten days, until his Master returned to pick him up. 

Crystal had only a few days left in her weeks test. 



The Vassal Academy Ch. 16



 Part 16: Crystal becomes a house slave

Crystal's sixth morning as a training slave found Devon at his desk as the phone rang. Answering it, he found Dominique on the line. "Good morning Dominique."

"Devon, two things this morning. Are you planning on heading to town soon? The people would like to see the grand trainer himself."

"I do plan on doing that, things here have been a little hectic these last few days." Devon admitted, reminding Dominique of the additional interest from the State Police after Ms. Mackenzie threatened to call them. Two days of senior police officials and state attorneys crawling over the premises resulted, with the same eventual outcome of the Sheriff and the County Attorney, no crimes being committed. The State attorney summed it up The Academy was a perfectly legal business operation, sorry for the inconvenience.

Devon had focused the training on Josh, as a paying client, and Crystal, who was interrupted many times to interview with people in the State Police, and the State Attorney's office. Her oral arts hadn't suffered much, she seemed anxious to please in that fashion, but her Ballet hadn't shown much improvement. 

"Yes, well things are settled down now, it's time for you to put in some appearances downtown." Dominique said. 

"That's one Dominique, and you've covered it twice. What is the second one?"

"I've just gotten off the phone with Mother Mackenzie." Dominique began.

Devon groaned. "So I take it she's out of the institution?" 

"Yes. She called me to ask if it would be permissible to speak to you, understanding that she had disrupted our business for a few days with her earlier actions. She said it was a request, not a demand." Dominique explained. 

Devon frowned. "Mother Mackenzie is getting to be a real annoyance. So should I call her?"

"Devon, I'm going to suggest that you do. We've checked all her efforts so far; the only avenue left is the Press, or Politicians. Using us to highlight the declining morals of America."

"Did she mention Crystal's trust fund? I intend to hold her to your offer of co-operation. The price being her leaving it alone." Devon said.

"She didn't mention it, and I didn't ask. She was unusually quiet, withdrawn even." Dominique answered. "I wasn't sure how you would view that offer, so I decided to let you handle it, and brief me in later."

Devon grunted. "I'll call her." After getting the number, he hung up with Dominique and sat for a moment steeling himself. Mother Mackenzie was the most argumentative person he'd ever had to deal with. Granted, his experience in the Farms were not exactly like the outside world, however she was damnably infuriating at times, and had proven to be a serious pain in the ass. 

Dialing the phone he recognized her voice. Dominique was right; she was withdrawn, or at least very quiet. "Ms. Mackenzie. I've spoken with Dominique, and I understand you wished to speak with me?"

"Devon, yes. I wanted to know how Crystal was doing?"

"She's doing very well. She's fine, healthy, and from what I've seen and heard, quite happy here."

"Are you going to keep her there?"

"I haven't discussed it with her." Devon said vaguely.

"Devon, do you think she'll stay there? Is she really a submissive?" Charlene asked with her voice tight for the first time in the conversation.

"If she asks, then I'll agree to it Ms. Mackenzie. Crystal has proven to myself, and the other trainers, we're unanimous in our view, Crystal is a submissive at heart." Devon answered.

Devon heard a low shuddering breath on the phone line, as if Charlene was sobbing. After waiting a moment to see if she was going to speak, Devon decided to follow up. "Ms. Mackenzie, the conditions for your being allowed the extraordinary visits, and use of our VIP rooms was laid out by Dominique. May I tell Crystal that her trust fund remains as a safety net should she ever decide to leave us?"

Charlene took a deep breath before replying. "Yes, I'm not going to touch it. It's intact, and will remain so."

"Personally, I do appreciate that Charlene, and I'll certainly pass that along to her. If you would like to come and spend the evening, I'll re-arrange her chore and training schedule to allow you some time to visit her." Devon said gently.

"No Devon. I can't come out there now. I can't see her doing this." Charlene paused for a long moment. "I'm going to do what the Sheriff suggested. Will you take good care of her for me Devon?"

"I will. We all will take good care of her Charlene." Devon said softly.

"Thank you Devon, for calling, and agreeing to talk to me." Charlene said. "Good bye."

After signing off the phone, Devon sat for a moment and then called Dominique to report. He briefed her on the conversation and then set out to relieve the sudden restlessness he had. The advantage of the farms was he could sit in control, and see all the training going on. Here, he had to go and see for himself. 

Crystal was in oral arts, Ann crouching behind her coaching her on station four. She was getting green lights in good order, and Devon shifted to see Geneva working on station seven. She was also getting green lights quickly. Thomas coached her as well, kneeling beside her and talking quietly in her ear.

Turning Devon headed for Ballet and stood in the doorway as Josh assumed Slave Ass. 

"Better slave, about time too. I was beginning to think you had decided we couldn't use that hole." Rebecca chided him. 

"Sorry Mistress, I'll do better Mistress." Josh said from his position. 

Devon walked to the stairs and up to the sleeping wing. Walking down the hallway, he glanced in to check the sleep training rooms and then the slave sleeping quarters. Down the stairs and through the kitchen where Diane was finished putting the breakfast dishes away after washing them. 

"Diane, how are you doing today?" Devon asked.

Diane knelt on the spotless floor and assumed the proper slave kneel position. "Very good Master, thank you Master." 

"Any problems with training? How are you progressing in Oral Arts?" Devon asked knowing the answer already.

"Master, I've gotten my time on station eight down to nine minutes. Master Thomas says I'm about ready for phase three oral arts training."

Devon nodded. "Just walking about, nothing wrong Diane, you're doing very well by all that I've been hearing."

Diane looked up slightly and said. "Thank you Master."

"Go on back to your duties, and thank you Diane." Devon said as he left. 

Diane moved towards the training wing. She had enough time to get the bathroom on the slave sleeping level cleaned before she had to come down to help chef for lunch. 

Devon found Jeannette wiping down the furniture in the VIP rooms. "Looks ready to be inspected Jeannette."

Jeannette turned and knelt before Devon and said. "Thank you Master."

"Just doing a walk around, checking things over. Everything looks perfect." Devon said. "I wanted to see if Crystal is still asking about staying on with us, or if she's changed her mind."

"Master, she mentioned staying on this morning. She has never said anything to anyone about any desire to leave us." 

Any problems with her, I mean does she get along with the other slaves?" Devon asked.

"They call her the groupie, but it's done playfully. She knows that it's in fun Master." Jeannette answered.

Devon nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you Jeannette. When she's out of class later, have her sent to me. I'm assuming that Geneva will check with you for any changes as they start cleaning."

"Yes Master, and I'll have her send Crystal to you." Jeannette said. 

Devon turned and returned to his office. He was about to sign a nineteen-year-old girl to his house slave staff. This was a little younger than he had intended when he talked about house slaves. The teenagers were so flighty that they tended to need additional handling. However Crystal had taken to this lifestyle and convinced everyone that she was submissive at heart. Crystal was about to become a house slave.

Crystal knocked on the open door to Master Devon's office, and then entered and knelt beside his desk where she could see him and he see her. Mistress Rebecca had nearly worn out a cane teaching her to do this, or trying to teach her. "You sent for me Master?"

"Yes Crystal." Devon started. He had watched her walk, and she had glanced at her feet twice just walking across the office. She wasn't slouching now, but only because her arms were pulled back and the leather corset made kneeling difficult enough. "I wanted to talk to you. First, I spoke with your Mother this morning, she's out of the institute, and she said she's not going to touch your trust fund." 

"Thank you Master." Crystal said softly. She had figured that fund was gone, but now, it was there, and she was probably the richest slave in the world. 

"She sounded a little withdrawn, but otherwise fine. I offered to allow her to come and visit you, and she declined. She said she didn't want to see you doing this, and closed by asking that we take care of you." Devon finished.

Crystal nodded. "Thank you Master."

"Jeannette tells me you would like to remain here, as a house slave." Devon said next.

Crystal smiled; she had hoped that this would be the real topic of the meeting. "Yes Master, very much so." 

Devon almost smiled at the barely contained enthusiasm of the teenager. "Crystal, you've talked with the others, that's part of the reason we put you on cleaning and other chores with an experienced slave, you understand what this means right?"

"Yes Master. It's what I've always dreamed of." Crystal gushed.

Devon held up a hand. "You'd be property, to use and abuse as we see fit. I want you to understand that we expect even more from our house slaves than we do trainees. Our house slaves do this out of love, not part time, or for a short time. For them, it's their life." 

"Yes Master, I understand. Anyway you wish to use me, please feel free." 

Devon smiled. "Oh, we will." Raising his wrist he spoke into the watch as he pushed the transmit button. "Jeannette, please get house slave Crystal the employment package to fill out before lunch, and a blue collar." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette's voice came from the speaker. 

"I won't disappoint you Master." Crystal said beaming up at him. 

Devon smiled thinly. "If you do, the punishment is severe." 

Crystal nodded her head. "I understand Master." 

Devon waved a hand and Crystal stood and walked to the door and into administration, where she found Jeannette already preparing the employment package. 

Diane ducked into Admin wearing an apron, and looking haggard. "Welcome to the Academy and to the staff Crystal." Then she turned and rushed back towards the kitchen. 

Jeannette shook her head. The slaves were getting along very well indeed. No real jealousy issues yet, and they were learning how to be proper slaves.

Crystal filled out the forms and shook her head. "God, I had no idea how many forms it takes to have a job."

"Never had one before huh?"

"Nope. Always been kept on a short leash by my Mom." Crystal said starting in on the tax form.

"Now you're on a literal leash, for Master, and it takes more paperwork." Jeannette said.

Crystal took a moment to tap on the computer screen and looked sheepishly at Jeannette. "Can I post something, about how I made it in?"

Jeannette shrugged. "We're allowed to use the computers, usually in the evening, or when we're working in Admin, so I guess it would be OK." Turning she suddenly thought of something. "Just don't download anything without permission." 

"I won't." Crystal said. 

Handing over the packet of now filled out forms, Jeannette copied them and put the copies into a large envelope and put a sticker on it to address it to the lawyers. Then she moved Crystal's file from the trainee cabinet to the Employee cabinet. 

Crystal was still tapping away at the screen and nodded to herself. "Done." 

Jeannette glanced at her watch. "Lunch is in about fifteen minutes. Just check with Diane and see if she needs some help. The Masters should be dining about now."

"Sure thing Jeannette." Crystal said as she walked out of admin, oblivious to her nudity after a week of being naked, or mostly naked. 

In Chicago, Matt read the newest post from Sub Crystal and gasped. She was in. Everyone had thought she was bluffing, but Matt had known, just known that she wasn't. He had once tracked her IP address and found it went to the Wallingford neighborhood outside of Philadelphia. He had looked the area up on Yahoo Maps, and it was all huge houses, and old money. So either she was rich, or she was the servant to the rich. 

Matt was a moderator for the boards, and used his higher access to get her IP address this time. It was not Philly. He tracked it and came up with a town in Connecticut. That fit, so she was there, confirmed. 

Now, to find the Academy, he had a starting place, and descriptions from both Slave C and Sub Crystal. Looking along the shoreline in Yahoo Maps, he slowly scrolled along near that town. It was on the water, so it had to be close to the sound. He found three buildings that sort of met the descriptions of the mansion. 

Matt leaned back, it was late, almost midnight, and he was obsessing. He had flagged all three buildings, and tomorrow would start to track who owned them. He had to sleep for now. 

Crystal was in Ballet with Mistress Rebecca after lunch, and proudly held up her chin to show her blue collar to Mistress Ann who was congratulating her for getting in.

"Yes, little slut thinks she's accomplished something." Rebecca said snidely. "Probably thinks that Ballet doesn't matter now, she's an employee and all." 

Ann shook her head. "Oh I'm sure she'll try even harder Mistress Rebecca. I know Master Devon told her that Ballet was very important, and we expect perfection from our house slaves." 

Devon had mentioned it to Rebecca at lunch that Crystal was still looking at her feet and she wanted to slouch. 

At the moment, Devon was welcoming Brandon and Suzanne to the academy. After getting Brandon seated, he had told Suzanne to stand near the door, and she didn't hesitate to obey, Brandon began. "Devon, I've spoken to Dominique, and she said she had talked to you."

"She has, and I understand you want to leave Suzanne with us for a week. After an assessment period, you want her to be trained on arousal and cunt control."

"Yes, she's very good at oral, and quite graceful as well as obedient. However, her cunt control is non existent, and I want her to learn that."

"It may take more than a week, probably closer to six weeks to master the entire cunt control and arousal program." Devon said.

"Yes, Dominique told me. However, my intent is to leave her here while I fly to California for a series of meetings. I fly out about once every month or so, and when I do, I intend to drop her off and let her learn this skill." Brandon said. "Otherwise, I would like to have her with me, serving my needs." 

"Certainly, if you'll just sign this contract and Dominique said the first week, the assessment is going to cost $15,000." 

Brandon opened a leather folder, and pulled a check out handing it to Devon. "Here, for her first week." He scribbled his name on the contract and glanced at his watch. "I have a flight out in three hours, so I really have to go Devon." He was up and out of the office without another word to Suzanne. 

Suzanne for her part hadn't moved an inch. Devon took the check and the form and said. "Suzanne, at this moment, you aren't a student, which means you can sit and read this contract in detail. Please fill in all the blanks, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask." 

Suzanne sat in the chair and began to read. She signed and dated the form, and handed it back to Devon.

Devon glanced at it and handed it right back to her. "You must fill out a safe word, even if you don't intend to use it Suzanne."

Suzanne put the pen to paper, and filled in the blank before handing the form to Devon.

"Jeannette, please get slave in training Suzanne up to the rooms, and see if we can get her into a short class before dinner. Perhaps oral arts?"

"Yes Master." Jeannette said entering his office. "I'll find Master Thomas and advise him."

Devon turned his attention to the form, and set it aside. It was very strange for a novice slave to make no sounds what so ever. She had nodded her head in reply, but other wise gave no sign of any desire to communicate.

In Ballet, Crystal was again standing with tears running down her cheeks. Mistress Rebecca had laid into her with the cane, and her body was liberally marked with red welts from the corrections.

"Slave, you have the worst walking habit of anyone I've ever seen. Where in the world did you get it?" Rebecca chastised Crystal again.

"I've always done it Mistress, every time I try to relax into the slave glide I find myself doing it." Crystal said.

Rebecca decided to do something a little different with this student. She had Crystal wait while she went to the bondage training room and found the articles she wanted. Returning with several leather items, Rebecca began with an arm binder. Cinching the binder very tightly along her elbows and upper arms, she pulled Crystal's arms painfully back, making her stand even more upright to try and relieve some of the pain.

Rebecca next placed a leather hood over Crystal's head, and completed the ensemble by zipping the eye holes closed, effectively blinding the girl. Connecting a leash to the collar, Rebecca started to walk Crystal around the room. 

"Just take your cues from my voice, follow my voice with your ears, and the tugs of the leash. I won't walk you into something, and will correct you with the leash if you start to go off course." Rebecca said. "Trust your Masters, they will always take care of your needs."

Crystal was panicked. She concentrated on putting her feet one in front of the other and not falling. Crystal walked outside of the classroom and turned down the hall at Rebecca's direction. She had an idea she was walking in the central area, she could feel sunlight on her sometimes, and that was the only room with windows up high on the west side of the house. Kneeling upon command Rebecca opened the eyeholes allowing her to look around.

"Slave, you've walked down the hall, and around the central area twice, without once looking at your feet I might add." Rebecca chastised. "You didn't fall, and you didn't hurt yourself, and you were unable to look at your feet even once." 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said with a shaking voice. 

Closing the eyeholes she started Crystal to walking around the room again. 

Devon had come out of his office and was watching the training. Jeannette also paused in her daily duties to watch Crystal walk. Rebecca took Crystal to the large stairway to the second floor and stopped her just short of the stairs. 

"Slave, you're going to go up stairs now. I'll tell you when to step, and as long as you do exactly what I tell you, you're going to be fine. Disobey me, and you're liable to break your neck." Rebecca said harshly.

Jeannette had gone for Geneva who was cleaning the training floor and had her standing by, in case something went wrong, and Crystal fell down the stairs. Geneva grabbed an aide bag near the end of the hallway, silently removing it from its storage shelf, and had it ready as Crystal took her first step up the stairs. 

Geneva silently followed, understanding she was not to interfere with the training, she was only there if something horribly went wrong. 

Devon followed at a distance, watching the girl take each step as directed by Rebecca. 

Crystal was breathing rapidly, she was terrified. As she took each step, her foot found the tread exactly where her mind said it had to be, but it was a terrifying action each time. Trembling in fear she heard Mistress again. "Slave, you've just gone up an entire flight of stairs blindfolded. Walk forward, and follow the leash."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 16



Crystal walked forward, while Devon and Geneva stood back from the corner as Rebecca led Crystal down the staff wing.

"Slave stop, and kneel." Rebecca said.

Once again opening the eyeholes Rebecca started to talk. "This is the staff wing, where we all sleep, and live. These are the slave rooms; this is Jeannette's room. House slaves get a bed, and a dresser, and a chair. Their personal belongings are here as well, those they are allowed to have. Do you see Jeannette's radio? That is a very precious personal item of hers, and many nights I've seen the slaves gathered in her room listening to the radio, enjoying the fruits of their labors and their service to Master." 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal managed to say. 

"You've walked all over the house, around the central area, up stairs, without once ever seeing your feet. You can do this slave, and it's the only thing holding you back from your own room, which will be one of those two down there. Diane and Geneva live here, with us. The Masters are down there, and once you're out of phase one, you will be allowed to service us from time to time, that means being called to our rooms, where we'll fuck you slave."

Crystal trembled again, this time in anticipation of such a glorious event. "Really Mistress?"

"Oh yes, ask the girls tonight at dinner. Last night, Geneva was fucked silly by Master Thomas, and Diane was servicing me." Rebecca confirmed. "Jeannette serviced Master Devon just two days ago."

Crystal looked up hopefully. "I can do this Mistress, I will do this." 

"I know you can, and you will, or I'll flog every inch of skin off of you." Rebecca said seriously. "I won't even recommend a pass to phase two until you can do this."

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said seriously.

Rebecca stood the girl up and started to release the bindings. First the hood and then the arm binder. "Slave. Come with me and see the dayroom where we all relax after work."

Crystal looked at the room. Several chairs and a couple couches. A pedestal table with a chess set on top. Several bookshelves with many books on it. Rebecca walked to the table and picked up a remote and turned on the 37 inch Television. "Ah, music videos. Probably Diane sneaking up here while in the Kitchen. She loves to see music videos." 

Crystal looked around wide-eyed. "I didn't imagine that the house slaves got anything like this Mistress."

"Why shouldn't they?" Rebecca asked. "They work hard, all hours of the day and night. The Magazines here are meant to be read, so you can have an idea of current events. We want you to be aware of the world, because as a slave, you might be asked something about one of those events, and it's foolish to expect people to remain blissfully ignorant of everything." 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said. 

"All of this is yours slave, all you have to do is walk like you just did, without looking at your feet." Rebecca said turning the TV off. 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said bowing her head.

"Good, now go on to the sleeping wing, and see what needs to be cleaned there, I'm going to relax before dinner, and read a book. You could be doing something similar after dinner, but you're too wrapped up in watching your feet do what they've been doing for your whole life." Rebecca said waving a hand.

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said hustling out of the room and down the hall. She paused for one second to look at the half open door to Jeannette's room. The brass plaque said it was her room, and it had a comfortable looking quilt folded at the end of the bed. 

Crystal headed to the sleeping wing to start cleaning up the floor there, knowing that she had to finish these chores before dinner. 

Devon and Geneva were already downstairs again; Geneva placed the aide bag on the storage shelf, and returning to cleaning. Devon to his office considering what he'd seen, and the effect it would likely have on Crystal. 

In oral arts, Master Thomas was working with Suzanne. Once she had learned how the sensors worked, she breezed through the first two stations, and was just finishing three when Thomas stopped her for the day. "Excellent Slave, you're very talented at this task."

Suzanne bowed her head in acknowledgement of the compliment. 

Thomas frowned slightly. "Slave, you may be under instructions of silence elsewhere, but here you are expected to reply, respectfully, of course."

Suzanne hesitated. "Yes Master."

"Has Master Brandon, your owner, forbidden you to speak?"

Suzanne shook her head, then frowned and said slowly. "Master, when I was first trained, we never spoke. It was forbidden. Master Franklin said slaves should be seen, but never heard." 

"Slave, your training here will go much faster if you are able to ask questions, and you are able. We need you to confirm you understand, and to ask questions when you don't understand, so we can train you as well as possible."

"Yes Master." Suzanne said with only a slight hesitation. 

"Dinner should be served shortly, the kitchen is through the dining hall, which is at the end of this hallway, straight through." Thomas said. "See if you can be of any assistance to Diane, and any of the others there." 

"Yes Master." Suzanne said after nodding. 

Standing from her kneeling position, Thomas was surprised to see her glide in a very good example of the slave walk out of the class. 

Crystal was polishing Brass on the second floor, and wondered how long they were going to keep her in phase one. Ballet was such a huge waste of time, it didn't help her serve the master, it didn't help her perform sex or clean better. It just filled the hours of the day.

Perhaps tomorrow, they would decide she'd suffered enough, and promote her to phase two.

At dinner, the six slaves sat along one table, each digging into the food on their tray. Suzanne didn't need to be told to hurry, she was hungry. Jeannette started in on the chores and finding out what was left. "What's done, and what needs to be done?"

"Training floor is done, I polished the brass after ballet." Crystal started. "I know Josh swept and mopped." 

"I did, and I have orgasm control after dinner."

"I know, and I'm the subject tonight." Geneva said with a wicked smile.

"Right, Diane, how's the kitchen looking?" Jeannette asked next.

"Just the after dinner cleanup. I got everything else done." Diane said.

"OK, Groupie, you're with me in Ballet after dinner. I want to see if we can get you over the hump with it." Jeannette said. "Suzanne, help Diane with the Kitchen, and if there is any time before lights out, run a dust mop over the central area OK?"

She got a nod from Suzanne. "That's it, everybody back to work." Jeannette finished up as she took a last bite of her dinner and was up and moving. 

Walking to Ballet with Crystal Jeannette started to talk. "You're doing so well at oral arts, and you never show any sign that the chores are a problem for you, so you're definitely a slave a heart. The only thing that is holding you back is Ballet, and I wanted to take some time and work with you myself. Slave to slave so to speak."

"I'm trying Jeannette." Crystal almost whined. "I can't seem to do it right."

"I think I know why, at least I got an idea while Mistress Rebecca was parading you around the central area." Jeannette said. "You think this is a chore, a waste of time right?"

"Well, I don't see much reason for it." Crystal allowed. 

"Which is why you're not pouring your heart into it. You're too young to understand the importance of presentation." Jeannette said as she entered Ballet and turned the lights on. "We're nude because we're on display, for the pleasure of the Masters." Jeannette took her slave dress off and laid it aside. "We learn ballet to learn grace and presentation skills, which we put into everything we do for the Masters. If they enjoy our performance enough to fuck us, that's a bonus, service also includes presentation." 

Jeannette assumed slave kneel gracefully, held it for a moment, and then shifted to slave mouth. She then went through the other phase one positions transitioning to each one with a perfect grace and agility. She finished with throat, before standing again. 

"You do that so well." Gushed Crystal.

"You can too, and I think you will, once you understand the importance of presentation." Jeannette said. She then resumed the positions of slave kneel and continuing through them all. "I love to please my Master, it's what I live to do. Master is worth the effort to do everything with grace and with poise."

"I'll never be that graceful Jeannette." Crystal moaned sadly.

"You can, but you have to really apply yourself. Let's try this together OK?"

As Jeannette coached Crystal Diane entered the Ballet room. "I'm done in the Kitchen, Suzanne is working the central area Jeannette."

"You're here to help too?" Crystal asked smiling.

"Sure, we help each other, we're a team here. No one can do it all alone. Someday you'll help me with something." 

Jeannette and Diane worked with Crystal until nearly lights out. Jeannette nodded. "I think she'll pass it now don't you Diane?"

"Yep, she's moving more gracefully now. It's going to be close tomorrow, but give it another day, two at the most, and she'll pass for sure." Diane said smiling. "Then we can welcome her to the house slaves the right way."

"How's that?" Crystal asked rubbing her sore knees. 

"With an orgy of course. Slaves out of phase one can play with the qualified slaves. Which is Jeannette at the moment. Phase two can play with three as well, which will be Geneva and me soon enough." Diane said smiling. 

"Really?" Crystal asked with her eyes lighting up. "We can make love to each other?"

"We call it playtime, and yes we can." Jeannette said. "Just as soon as you're out of phase one that is."

After putting the two slaves to bed, and finding Josh in his room sobbing, Jeannette and Diane found Geneva in the dayroom. "How long?"

Geneva shrugged. "Seven minutes, doggy style. He was driving, and couldn't last ten minutes." She grinned wickedly. "Master Andre was very upset."

Jeannette returned the wicked smile. "Good girl." 

"How much squeezing did you do?" Diane asked.

Geneva assumed an innocent look. "Hardly any." 

All three started to laugh knowing Geneva would have done every trick she knew to bring Josh off quickly. 

Jeannette smiled and said. "Girls, I'm wiped out. I'm going to bed."

"See you in the morning Jeannette." Geneva said standing and turning the TV off. To Diane she asked. "Is it me, or are the days really long when you're parading around naked?"

"I hardly notice anymore, but I think it's going to be rough this winter." Diane replied stifling a yawn.

After a quick hug, they separated and went to bed.

In the morning, Jeannette had a surprise. Suzanne kept up with the others, including using the toilet. She finished her morning routine and was not first to breakfast, but she wasn't the last one either.

After Breakfast, Diane was in oral arts with Suzanne, Master Thomas and Mistress Ann were teaching the two girls. 

Crystal and Josh were in Ballet. Andre was training Josh as Crystal was getting the full attention of Mistress Rebecca. 

Matt woke and had a plan; one he had developed while he was sleeping. He would search the county tax records for the owners of the three possible places he'd found in Connecticut. Then he'd search for the address in for sale listings, trying to find out which one had been sold recently. He assumed that the owners would not use Devon or Vassal Academy, but it was possible.

Five hours later, he looked at the information he had found. The county site in Connecticut had not only listed the Vassal Academy LLC as the owner, but had shown the permits granted for major renovation and for occupancy of a short term live in finishing school. 

Additional permits were granted for the production of food by the public, and he even found the request for testing of an onsite paramedic buried in the online PDF files. 

"I found it." Matt said in glee. Looking at the clock, he realized he was already late for work, but he didn't care. He knew where the Vassal Academy was, and he knew who was there. Now, he had to get there, and somehow convince them to let him in. If he was very lucky, he might join Sub Crystal, Jeannette, and the rest as a house slave. 

Jeannette had spent the morning considering, and finally decided to approach Master Devon. He was only now coming down after being out late with Mistress Dominique. "Master, do you have a moment?"

"Certainly Jeannette, what's going on?"

"Master, the classes are going fine, however it's something I've observed that makes me wonder about some things." Jeannette said vaguely.

Devon frowned. Jeannette was never vague. She was always matter of fact. "What is it Jeannette?"

"Master, Suzanne didn't have any trouble this morning, she finished before Josh and Crystal." Jeannette said in a low voice.

"What?"

"Master, Slave Suzanne even used the toilet quickly, with no notice of others in the room." Jeannette said significantly.

Devon sat back considering that. "Did she say where she learned it?"

"No Master, I didn't ask. It's just so unusual. Everyone has trouble their first day, even back then." Jeannette said referencing the time at the farms. 

"She couldn't have been trained at the farms." Devon said matter of fact. 

"Master, she knows Ballet, and oral arts. She was trained by one of us, but not at the farms." Jeannette said in the same low voice. "She isn't freaked out by using a toilet with other people, but she doesn't know arousal and cunt control." 

Devon nodded. There was no way she could have graduated from one of the farms without those subjects. "So she was trained by one of us." Devon said thoughtfully.

"Master, her behavior is very unusual. The silence, as though she was in the cells." Jeannette said simply. "It's sort of a shock to see it is all." 

"Thank you Jeannette, keep this strictly between us." Devon said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she turned to leave.

"Have Suzanne come see me when she's out of class will you?" Devon asked.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

Devon frowned. Having someone escape from the farm half way through training was impossible. It just never happened. However, finding someone trained outside of the farms was just as impossible. Devon hadn't recruited Brandon, Dominique had, but he hesitated calling her. This was just an assumption right now, and could be anything. 

Thirty minutes later Suzanne knocked on his door and entered when he waved to her. "Suzanne, you're quite advanced at many of the skills we teach here. Where did you learn it?"

"Master I was trained by Master Franklin." Suzanne said.

"I don't know him, describe him." 

"Master, he was rather old, in his late sixties. He taught me how to stand, kneel, and assume the other positions as you teach. He taught me oral sex skills, he called them oral arts too, and we had just started cunt training when he passed away." Suzanne said.

Devon blinked at her. "When was this?"

"Two years ago Master. He was the best trainer I've ever served. I found Brandon after that in a club in Miami. We had no tools like these, but we trained on others who Master Franklin would bring for us to practice on." Suzanne told him.

"It sounds as if Master Franklin was a member of the same society I was once in. Did he ever mention where he learned it?" Devon asked.

"Only that he had been doing this all his life Master." Suzanne said. "He made us shower as you do, with others. We were told to ignore the others and just do our business." 

Devon nodded. "Thank you Suzanne. I'm gratified to hear a retired member of our order was still passing the knowledge along. I may speak to you more about him later." 

"Yes Master." Suzanne said and bowed her head. Devon told her to start cleaning the floor and she moved to obey without comment. She closed the door as she left his office, and Devon was about to call Dominique and fill her in when there was another knock on his door.

"Come in." Devon called.

Ann entered the office and walked to the chair. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Devon asked.

"Devon, you and Jeannette are both acting kind of strange. Then you call for a student to be interviewed by yourself, and you want to know what I mean?" Ann asked. "So what's going on?"

"Jeannette and I were curious as to where Suzanne had learned her techniques, so I questioned her about it. Surely you've noticed she's more advanced then the normal student that we get." Devon said easily.

"Yes, she's already doing phase two oral arts." Ann replied. "So the question was where she learned it?"

"I was concerned that our academy here wasn't as unique as I originally thought. After speaking to Suzanne, I think I have my answer. It seems as though a retired member of the society was training on his own near Miami." Devon said easily.

"This seems to have surprised you." Ann said casually.

Devon shrugged. "We were under the impression that this hadn't been done before, so I was concerned that someone else was. That's all."

"What aren't you telling me Devon?" Ann asked next.

"A million things Ann. A million unimportant things." Devon said disarmingly.

Shrugging Ann stood and said. "Whatever." 

After Ann left Devon called Dominique and filled her in. Dominique was incredulous. "Are you saying she was trained by one of ours?"

"She said Master Franklin, and he was old, perhaps late sixties. She also said he died during her training." Devon explained. 

What was left unsaid was the obvious. All trainers who retired from the farms were sent out of the country, usually to some second world city where the money they had would allow them to live like Royalty, never to return to the US. However, this one apparently had, and had not been noticed by the group. Or they hadn't cared. 

"Devon, is this a problem?" Dominique asked next.

Devon hesitated. In a much lower voice he said. "I don't think so, but I'll let you know if that changes." 

Dominique agreed and hung up. Devon went to lunch where he briefed the trainers. 

"So it seems that Suzanne is already in phase two. I spoke to her earlier about this, and she said her trainer was in Miami, a Man named Franklin. He apparently died two years ago, but was in his sixties at that time." 

Andre looked at Devon and blinked rapidly. "A trainer from our society?"

Devon took a moment to consider his answer and then continued. "I don't know, He didn't speak to her about it except to say that he'd been training people all his life. She told me that he died right as she was beginning cunt training."

"That certainly would explain the expertise so far." Rebecca said. "One of ours trained her after his retirement." 

Devon nodded. "It certainly seems to be the case. We'll assume that she's trained to phase two standards on oral, and ballet. Confirm that in her next class Rebecca, and assuming it is, let's schedule her for some cunt control this evening." 

Andre nodded. "I've got Josh tonight, unless you want to give him a break since he's going home tomorrow." 

Devon shook his head. "I'll take Josh, you take Suzanne and see if we can work on her cunt control." 

Ann was watching this. "Why are you surprised that someone else thought to train people like you all are?"

Devon shifted and said. "Because the society gave us unprecedented permission to train outside. We had to explain to our Masters what our plan was. They said it hadn't ever been done, and were interested if the current social atmosphere would allow a more overt presence." 

"So if he was doing it, he wasn't supposed to be doing it?" Ann asked.

"That's about it." Andre said. "The only place he could have learned it was one of the societies facilities. We were sworn to secrecy, and that's why Jeannette wasn't hunting a Master outside of us when she was out. First, they wouldn't know what to do with her, and second, she couldn't show them the training she'd had." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 16



Ann nodded. "Weird, but whatever." 

"It's sort of like a fraternity pledge week. We don't ever talk about what happened during the week, but everyone who went through it remembers every detail of the week." Devon said waving a hand. 

"I guess it's time to get to work." Rebecca said.

In the afternoon, Rebecca was pleased with the progress that Crystal had made. "Much better Crystal, who helped you?" 

"Jeannette and Diane helped me last night Mistress." Crystal said bowing her head as Jeannette had shown her. 

"I'm quite happy to be seeing this." Rebecca said happily. "Keep this up for another day, or two, and I'll see you're in phase two before you know it." 

"Yes Mistress."

After dinner, Ann followed Thomas out of the dining room and headed upstairs. She was getting tired. Everyday was a challenge, training herself to be the Master while at the same time training the slaves to be better. She found Jeannette in the dayroom and waved her to follow. In Ann's room Jeannette knelt down and waited for her instructions. 

"Jeannette, I was wondering. What about Suzanne seemed so strange?" Ann asked. 

"I don't understand Mistress." Jeannette replied.

"I want to be able to spot what you all saw, what the others and you spotted in Suzanne. I didn't work with her much, but neither did you. What things showed she was trained?" Ann explained her request.

"Mistress, she was comfortable being nude, that is a bit strange. She was comfortable in the morning, the routine the slaves go through. She demonstrated exceptional skill for a novice in Ballet and in Oral Arts." Jeannette highlighted the information that Ann knew.

"I know, but isn't it possible that someone else has similar standards for a slave?" Ann asked.

"Mistress, you've read the books. Some fiction has nudity, some has sexual proficiency." Jeannette hesitated and then looked up at Mistress Ann. "No one but us has all of that. No one but us has the service and presentation aspects of our training."

"So that told you Suzanne was trained, and you thought she might have been like you, a person who left the society?" Ann asked next.

"Perhaps Mistress, but if so, she wasn't supposed to be demonstrating her proficiency. Also, she wouldn't have been fully trained, since she was sent here for arousal and cunt control." Jeannette agreed.

Ann sat in her chair and considered the information. "Devon said there was a million things he hadn't told me. What about the society am I allowed to know?"

"What we've already told you Mistress." Jeannette answered. 

"Why must it be so secret? Why not just open the training facilities to the public? Why go through the expense of starting this up here?" Ann asked giving voice to a question that had nagged at her subconscious.

Jeannette shrugged helplessly and said. "Mistress, I don't know why our Masters agreed to this. I believe Master Devon explained that somewhere around a major city would be preferable, as it would then have access to paying clients." 

"And the secrecy? Why must it be so secret?"

"Mistress, if you'll allow me to answer in a hypothetical sense, for the sake of argument so to speak?" Jeannette asked.

"Ok, for the sake of argument, why must it be secretive?" 

"Mistress, what would happen if a Senator was a member of this group? What would happen if a member of the French Parliament was involved in this activity?" Jeannette asked.

"The press would shit themselves and hound the person to the ends of the earth. Women's groups would riot in the streets for the chance to protest first." Ann said nodding. 

"Mistress, take it further, what would happen if the person in question was the head of a large international business?" 

"Same thing, only the stockholders would be demanding a head on a platter." Ann said nodding. "Thank you Jeannette. You've answered a great many questions."

"No Mistress, I haven't. I've asked you three questions, for the sake of argument." Jeannette said bowing her head. "If I had answered the questions, I would have violated my promise to my Masters, and I would have to be punished severely for that." 

Ann smiled. "Thank you Jeannette, for discussing it with me in a hypothetical manner." 

Jeannette beamed up at her. "May I be of some other assistance Mistress? I haven't served you personally since you joined us here." 

Ann nodded. "I think I could stand to have my edge taken off Jeannette. Diane and Geneva are both very good, but they aren't nearly as advanced as you are."

Jeannette nodded. "A trained slave is certainly useful at times."

"You forgot to call me Mistress." Ann said removing her shirt. "I think you should be punished for that."

Jeannette hung her head. "Yes Mistress. Forgive me Mistress." 

"I'll see if I can find some suitable punishment to make sure you respect your Masters." Ann said casually tossing her bra aside. 

Jeannette nodded again. "Yes Mistress, you've learned how to punish slaves who misbehave." 

Ann smiled as she slid out of her pants, partially in receipt of the compliment from Jeannette, and partially in anticipation. Ann had enjoyed sexual encounters with all the staff, with the obvious exception of Crystal, and there wasn't a one of them who was as talented orally as Jeannette. Even Devon who was a patient and extremely competent lover, didn't seem to have the subtleties of Jeannette in providing pleasure this way.

As Ann lay back, allowing her legs to fall open, and allowing Jeannette to begin kissing her inner thigh, she absentmindedly reached down and caressed Jeannette's head. "Good Slave Jeannette, show me you love me." 

Jeannette smiled. Mistress Ann was certainly learning how to be a Mistress, and again Master Devon had shown that he seemed to have insights that others lacked. He had seen the Dominant inside Ann, and known that it could be drawn out. Mistress Ann was becoming a very good Dominant. 

Smiling wider, Jeannette caught the scent of Ann's rising arousal, and decided to tease Mistress, knowing that Ann loved that. 

After another thirty minutes, Ann's first Orgasm washed over her, nearly drowning her in intensity. As Jeannette twirled her fingers inside the love canal, Ann's own fingers gripped Jeannette's hair tightly and pulled hard drawing Jeannette's mouth harder on her clit. The second one was a true screamer, as Ann cried out her pleasure in the night. 

As Ann began to slide down from the high of the Orgasms, Jeannette knelt and smiled happily up at Mistress. Ann looked down at Jeannette and said. "You are so very good at that Jeannette." 

"Thank you Mistress, it's a pleasure to serve." 

"As I am an apprentice, I would like to discuss a situation with you, the senior slave." Ann said slowly.

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette replied with a slight sense of confusion.

"I've always sent the slaves out of my room, because I'm afraid of how I'll respond waking next to another woman in the morning." Ann admitted. "I believe that you understand my meaning, I don't want to harm their training if I am startled waking up with them." 

"I believe you mean that before you are truly aware of your surroundings Mistress?" Jeannette asked.

"Yes Jeannette. That is it exactly. I know I would never say anything once I'm truly awake, however I'm concerned that my half awake self might blurt something out that would be insulting to the slaves, unintentionally insulting." Ann admitted.

"Mistress is unable to insult me." Jeannette agreed. "I'm experienced enough to understand that you wouldn't truly mean it, and take no offense." 

Ann nodded. "Will you help train me Jeannette?"

"Mistress has asked, and I'm happy to agree. As a suggestion Mistress, never ask a slave, always command." Jeannette said as she bowed her head.

"You truly are amazing Jeannette. Come here, sleep with me. If you wake me, I'll beat you all day." Ann said sternly while smiling. 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said as she joined Ann in bed. 

Ann pulled the covers over them both and Jeannette whispered another suggestion. "Mistress, fling the blankets as though you are covering the slave by accident, as though it was something that just happened by mistake."

Ann turned her light off and settled to sleep, feeling relaxed by Jeannette's oral attentions, and feeling the comfortable warmth of another body next to hers. 

Matt had spent the day checking his assumptions, and found them all to be correct. The Vassal Academy had been located. Now, he could post that information, but he didn't want to. He wanted to use it to gain entry himself, not allow others to beat him to it. 

Matt made a decision, and it was really the only one he could make. He had to go to the Academy, and somehow speak with Master Devon, and beg to be let in. Matt used his computer to buy a train ticket for New York; it left in twenty hours, and would arrive the next morning. 

Matt glanced at his bank account online, after the ticket, he had just under six hundred, and no more would be coming in, since he had essentially quit his job tracking the Academy online all day instead of going to work.

Tomorrow, Matt would start his journey to the Academy, and prayed that he would be let in.

Tomorrow, Josh was headed home with his owner Brandon. 

Tomorrow, Dominique had an initial meeting with a representative of Pleasure Associates, who were interested in purchasing the exclusive rights to produce the training aides that the Academy had patented. 

Tomorrow was going to be a big day. 



The Vassal Academy Ch. 17



 Part 17: The Journey of the Slave

Morning began at promptly half past six as Ann's alarm rang. She silenced the alarm and felt the presence next to her. She hadn't woken all night, and had slept comfortably with the warm body next to her.

"Good Morning Mistress." Jeannette said checking to see if Ann was awake, and going to react to her presence. 

"Good Morning Jeannette. I'm guessing that I passed this test. Thank you." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said rising from the bed. "I'll go see to the morning routine." 

Ann nodded. Then rose herself. She had been afraid that as she woke she would react badly to finding another woman in her bed, but she hadn't. She had felt comfortable with a warm body there, as she normally did after sex.

Jeannette waited ten minutes, checking her room to make sure it was presentable, and then she knocked gently on Master Devon's door. Upon hearing the order, she entered his room. She approached him and took the unusual step of kneeling. 

Devon was surprised, normally Jeannette only knelt when instructed, or when it appeared that the conversation would take more than a minute or two. "Something Jeannette?" Devon asked realizing she expected this to take more than a minute or two.

"Master, I was summoned to Mistress Ann's room last night. I've only just left her room." Jeannette began. She then outlined the conversation and the test Mistress had ordered. 

"Thank you Jeannette. You handled that well." Devon acknowledged. "This morning, everyone up and running. I want the house cleaned before lunch, have Diane and Geneva begin after cleaning up breakfast. Crystal to Ballet, and Suzanne to arousal and cunt control after breakfast. Josh to a quick oral arts class after breakfast, and then we'll start prepping him for presentation to his owner Brad. After lunch, Crystal to the kitchen to start learning how to serve during a formal meal, plan on one tonight, even if Brad doesn't stay." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied.

"Let Diane and Geneva know they're almost ready for phase three, and we'll start testing them soon." Devon said. 

Jeannette signaled her understanding and again waited to see if there was more.

"Mistress Ann's punishment, let me know if it's too strict later." Devon said. "I'm assuming she'll discuss it at breakfast, she normally does." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette again replied.

"That's it Jeannette, get them up and running." Devon said with a wave of his hand.

Jeannette was up in a flash and moving out of his room. She first got Diane and Geneva and had them both heading towards the training wing. The showers were next as the group got the trainee's up and moving. 

Jeannette briefed the group at Breakfast, and instructed Diane and Geneva to get started on the cleaning right away, both in the Kitchen to clean up, and then start on the house. "I'll work on the VIP wing, and then check the staff area. You two get the bathroom upstairs done first, and then the sleeping floor." 

"Right Jeannette." Diane said. "We'll take care of it."

"Josh, Master Brad is due this afternoon, so you'll be leaving us then." Jeannette said.

"I can't say I'll be sorry to go." Josh said. "This place is rough." 

Diane and Geneva smiled at that. Jeannette gave them a knowing look. They had conspired to make passing most of the evening classes as difficult as possible. Josh had taken dozens of beatings largely because of them. 

After breakfast, Crystal showed her best Ballet technique to Mistress Rebecca, and received only minor corrections. 

Ann watched the arousal training with Suzanne. She was out of sight behind Suzanne as Andre smiled widely and in a very charming manner at Suzanne. "Ok Suzanne, what we're going to do today, is explore your mind. We're going to find out what you are aroused by." Andre began.

"Yes Master." Suzanne said settling down into the table. 

"This training is actually very difficult, and is impossible if you tend to lie even to yourself." Andre continued rubbing a hand absently along her ribs. 

"I won't lie to you Master." Suzanne said seriously.

Andre smiled at her. "So what kinds of things do you find arousing? What do you think about when you masturbate?" 

Suzanne risked a quick glance at Ann, and then softly said. "I don't masturbate Master, I'm not allowed."

Andre sighed and shook his head. "Suzanne, you've been with Brandon for almost two years, and he goes off on business for a week each month of that time. Are you telling me you've never masturbated during that time?" 

Suzanne bit her lip. "No Master, I've done it a couple times while he was gone." 

Andre nodded and leaned down. "So have I, it's normal, and understandable." 

Ann glanced away, Andre was so damn charming. So understanding, and at the same time so much in control. 

"Suzanne, what do you think about when you masturbate? What fantasy do you dream about?" Andre asked again. He was gently and apparently without any conscious thought stroking Suzanne's erogenous zones as they talked.

"Master, I usually imagine myself in a Gang Bang." Suzanne admitted after a pause. 

"All vaginal, or anal and oral as well?" Andre asked as though this was perfectly normal.

"Master, all available holes." Suzanne admitted as she squirmed a bit. 

Andre nodded. "Rather enjoyed those myself." He said absentmindedly. "So you find the idea of multiple partners, sorry all male, or women too?"

Suzanne glanced back at Ann before replying. "Master, this is rather difficult." 

Leaning down to whisper in Suzanne's ear. "Would you like to know my fantasy?" Andre asked.

Suzanne looked horrified at the idea of the Master asking her that. "Only if you wish to tell me Master." 

"I've been with Mistress Ann, as you can well imagine. Geneva, the slave you know her right?" Andre asked. When Suzanne nodded that she knew Geneva. "Geneva likes to be humiliated, she likes to be degraded. She really gets off on it. For some reason, the image that really gets me going is fucking Mistress Ann to a screaming orgasm, and as I ejaculate inside her, I have Geneva there just kneeling and watching. When I finish, I order her to clean us both up." 

Ann's eyes were nearly bugging out of her head. That was the scene she had described to Geneva when Geneva stole an orgasm from her. Andre must have asked Geneva, and she told him. 

Suzanne shifted slightly. Obviously in pleasure. "Oh Master, that would be humiliating. Just being told to sit and watch, and then ordered not to participate, but to clean up." Suzanne's eyes were wet, dark and smoky from the arousal coursing through her system. 

Andre rubbed his hand down her body. "Yes, that would be fun wouldn't it? Talk about the very picture of slavery, watching masters go at it, and then being ordered to lick one clean, and suck another clean." Andre smiled. "So is it just men, or men and women in your fantasy?"

"Both Master." Suzanne said without hesitation. 

Andre nodded knowingly. "Nice, very nice." He said admiringly. "Do the women use strap on dildo's? Toys to ream you out?"

"Yes Master." Suzanne admitted nodding her head. 

"I bet you also lick them while you're being fucked don't you?" Andre asked knowingly.

"Yes Master, I do." 

Andre nodded and said. "How do you feel now?"

"Very aroused Master." Suzanne admitted.

Andre nodded. "That's how you pass arousal training. No matter who you're performing for, let part of your mind imagine another scenario, one which you find highly arousing." 

"Yes Master." Suzanne said breathing faster. 

"Let's try some cunt training while we have you here shall we?" Andre asked with the big charming smile. "If you do well, I may let you come for me."

Suzanne writhed in anticipation as Andre slid the probe into her and strapped it quickly and efficiently into place. She worked on squeezing her muscles, and soon had green lights flashing from the monitor above her. 

Andre walked to Ann and smiled knowingly at her. "Sorry to include you in my fantasy, but she was worried about you being in the room." 

Ann glared at him. "Geneva told you that didn't she?" Ann asked in an equally quiet whisper.

Andre nodded. "When I had her in my room last time." He whispered back. "I found the image highly erotic, probably as interesting as Geneva found it. If you're unwilling to try it before long, I may have to try it with Rebecca." 

Ann shook her head. "You're impossible."

Andre smiling returned to Suzanne and left Ann blushing by the door. 

Suzanne blinked in surprise at the monitor and couldn't believe it. "Task complete?"

"That's right slave, you've just passed the first test, which tells us you can do this and you'll be doing it well before long." Andre said cheerfully. 

"Thank you Master." Suzanne said in surprise. "I didn't think I could, I mean, I tried to work the muscles before, but I couldn't ever do it right."

Andre shrugged as he withdrew the probe from her and held it out to let her take it and clean it. "Good slave, clean this up will you?"

Suzanne licked it completely clean and smiled the whole time. 

"We won't do this class tomorrow, instead we'll work on your anal training. I understand you've already had anal sex." Andre said in his supportive manner.

"Yes Master, I'm used to it now." Suzanne said.

Andre nodded. "Do you get any pleasure from it?" 

Suzanne hesitated a moment. "It's always a pleasure to serve the master." 

Andre smiled and nodded. "Indeed it is. However, do you orgasm when you get anal sex?"

Suzanne sadly replied. "No master, I don't." 

Leaning close Andre whispered in her ear again. "I do, and before I'm done training you, you will too." 

Suzanne looked up hopefully. "Really Master?"

"Really." Andre said. "Mistress Ann, I'm thinking of rewarding Suzanne here for her service this morning. Perhaps you'd like to observe Crystal's ballet this morning, or perhaps you'd like to see if Josh's preparations are complete?"

Ann understood, Andre wasn't sending her from the room, he was inviting her to join. She wasn't being ordered to have sex, she was being invited to join in, and give Suzanne her gang bang, a small threesome really, to focus on for the rest of her arousal training. Ann hesitated as she considered.

"Perhaps you'd like to shove a dildo deep into this little slave, and see how she reacts to it?" Andre asked next.

"Actually, I would Master Andre." Ann said stronger than she felt.

Suzanne shifted slightly to look at Ann for a moment. Ann saw this as she stepped forward. "Don't tell me our little slave things she's too good to service a Mistress?"

"No Mistress." Suzanne said horrified. 

"I believe she was looking at you that way to signal her desire to service you Mistress." Andre said as he removed his shirt, revealing his admirable chest and abdominal muscles. 

Ann stepped to the head of the table and gently ran her hand down Suzanne's head, tracing the hairline. "Is that it slave? You desire the opportunity to service me?"

Suzanne hesitated a moment and then said. "Mistress, I hardly ever get the opportunity to service women, with Master Brandon. It is a very rare treat." 

Ann nodded. "I think I'll straddle her face and have her lick me while you fuck her Master Andre. If she makes me come, I may allow her to do so again sometime."

Ann shrugged out of her pants and climbed up to position herself over Suzanne's mouth. She pinched one of Suzanne's nipples savagely. "Of course, if she doesn't make me come, I'll be very upset, and probably won't be able to stop whipping her for the rest of the day."

Suzanne gasped in pain as her nipple was pinched hard, and began to lick and suckle on Mistress's cunt. She felt Master Andre slide his hard cock deep inside and moaned. 

Ann tried to relax but was unable. This was her first threesome, and she couldn't pull it off. She knew that almost immediately. She wasn't going to come, and since she wasn't trained how to come on command, she was going to have to fake it. One of the advantages of being a slave first was the ability to make the slave feel like they had accomplished something. Ann knew that wasn't going to be the case this morning. She also know it wasn't really Suzanne's fault. The evening spent with Jeannette had clearly shown her the pinnacle of a trained slave's oral technique. Suzanne was good, about even with Geneva or Diane, but she wasn't anything like Jeannette. 

Ann looked at Andre and slowly shook her head, letting him know she wasn't going to come. Andre nodded his head, telling her she needed to, to make Suzanne feel good about the experience, to give her something positive to use in her arousal training. Ann bit her lip and shook her head again.

Andre was now trying to figure out how good of an actress Ann was, Suzanne would undoubtedly know Mistress Ann hadn't come, and that wouldn't be the image he could use to help her arousal training. That meant he would have to get the other male staff, and have them all use Suzanne to give her a better gang bang, but without a female, or he could use Rebecca, it would be lacking. 

Ann tried to pinch her own nipples, to try and push herself up to the heights where she could at lest squeeze out a little one. Andre saw this and then smiled wickedly. Ann was trying, and that was good, but she would need some help. He freed Suzanne's hands, allowing her to probe Mistress Ann. 

Ann groaned as a finger entered her and then a second one. She rolled forward slightly to allow better access to her hole. That was what she was missing, something in her sex. The angle allowed a better view of Andre's large cock pistoning inside Suzanne's hot hole. Suddenly, Suzanne's suction on the clit became greater; she moaned into Ann's cunt and gasped out. 

"Master I'm going to come." Suzanne said breathily.

"Fine slave, come as you want." Andre replied. He leaned forward and kissed Ann, forcing her eyes closed, and felt her arousal increase. Ann wasn't as visually oriented as most males were, so it was feeling, sense of smell, of touch, of her mind that really got her going. 

Ann felt her pleasure start to build, and she breathed a sigh of relief as Andre kissed her. Suzanne squirmed beneath her, riding her own orgasm out, and Ann felt she could at least give a little one to the training. 

As Ann relaxed into the pleasure, letting it build, knowing it was nearly ready to start throbbing out from her little clitty, she felt Andre pull back from her mouth. She opened her eyes for a moment in question, and saw him placing a hand over her mouth. 

"Suzanne, put one finger in Mistress's ass." Andre said. Then he thrust his mouth over Ann's and held her head tightly, preventing her from objecting. 

Suzanne put one wet finger at Mistress's asshole, and gently pushed it in. Ann felt it slide past her ring and enter her and she came. She bucked on Suzanne's face as her orgasm, much more powerful than she had expected, pulsed out from her clit to consume her. The finger was withdrawn as she came, and Ann slid down from the euphoria of the surprisingly intense orgasm. 

Andre held her hair tightly, forcing Ann to maintain the kiss, and as he broke the kiss, he looked significantly at her. Don't say anything now, not with Suzanne in the room. 

Ann was angry, and shocked. Angry that Andre hadn't given her a choice, and shocked that it had in effect turbo charged her orgasm. She shifted, and looked down. "Clean me up slave." She stared her anger at Andre, letting him know he was going to pay for this. 

Andre finished his own part, shooting his load on his self command into Suzanne's grasping cunt. He waited until Ann had eased off of Suzanne's face, and then walked to her head, letting her clean his cock. 

Ann dressed quickly, letting Suzanne clean Andre, angry at him, and trying not to let Suzanne know how she felt. Andre reached over and released the bindings that held Suzanne to the table. 

"Suzanne, that should be fine, go on upstairs, and see what needs to be cleaned before lunch." Ann said smiling thinly. 

Suzanne thanked them both and hustled from the room. Ann walked to Andre and stood right before him. "Don't you ever do anything like that to me again." To punctuate the statement, Ann raised her knee and drove it hard into Andre's groin.

Air was driven from his lungs as he doubled over in agony; he gripped himself and collapsed to the ground, his face red in pain. 

Ann walked to the door, and closed it as she left the room. She considered for a moment, and only one moment, getting Geneva to check on him, to make sure she hadn't hurt him too badly. Rejecting the idea, he did have a radio watch, she went to her room and stripped and showered instead. She had finished dressing and was sitting in her chair looking out the window when there was a knock on the door. 

Devon entered when she called to come in, and sat on her bed. "Andre told me what happened."

"Did he tell you all of it?"

"Yes. He told me what he did to instigate your reaction. He's worried that you're going to leave, or kick his ass every time you see him." Devon said.

"Is he OK?" Ann asked.

"He's sore, but he'll live." Devon replied.

"He had no right to do that." Ann said angrily.

"I agree. I told him as much, and he agrees, especially now." Devon replied.

"He deserved what he got." Ann defiantly stated. 

"Actually, I agree." Devon told her. "I came up to see how you were doing, not chastise you for that. I'm considering that taken care of."

"I'm fine." Ann said softly. "It was a shock, and I hate to admit it, but it was intense too." 

Devon nodded. "That was his reason for doing it, to give you a taste of the joys of anal, but he was out of line in his action." 

Ann nodded. "OK, so I don't kick his ass anymore, and he's been punished, so it's over?"

"It is, if you say so." Devon answered. "Frankly, you've punished him more than I could."

Ann nodded. "Then it's over." She stood and said. "Devon, I'm still thinking about Anal, I was thinking about it before this morning. I was considering talking to you about training me in both cunt control, and anal." 

"I assumed you were, you're advanced enough here to know that those are you're next classes." Devon replied. 

"He doesn't teach me, not for a while." Ann insisted. "I don't trust him right now."

"I understand." Devon said rising. "That was what I told him, he'd harmed the trust that must exist between trainers, and abused your trust in him, and possibly in us all." 

Ann turned to Devon and spoke in a low voice. "If anyone ever does anything like that again, does something I don't want done, I'll rip them apart." 

Devon held up his hands signaling his surrender. "I'm with you, and for the record, I'll help you rip them apart." 

Ann nodded and walked out of her room followed by Devon. 

She entered the trainer's room downstairs where Andre was typing at one of the computers. He heard her and turned slowly around to face her. "Ann, I'm really sorry about that. It was out of line." 

"Right. Andre, if anything ever happens like that again." Ann said with a thin smile on her face. "I won't kick your balls off, I'll rip them off and nail them to my wall." 

Andre nodded and said. "I understand Ann." Then he turned to Devon and said. "She kind of reminds me of Dominique."

Devon nodded slowly. "Yeah, I was just thinking that same thing. Perhaps you should treat her as you would Dominique. It might just be less painful in the long run." 

Ann walked to her computer and started to type her own report of the training session. She kind of liked the comparison to Dominique. Dominique didn't take shit from anyone, and was well known for her short temper when it came to failure, or disrespect. She was also well known for her dedication to the Academy, and her sexual drive. It was a lot to be compared to, a powerful woman whom all the men who knew her deferred to without any hesitation.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 17



Devon turned to go to his own office, and reported the incident to Dominique by phone. When he finished Dominique surprised him by laughing. "So let me get this straight, Ann got her eyes opened, and Andre got taken down a peg or two, and it's essentially over?"

"That about covers it." Devon agreed. 

"I bet Andre doesn't get to thinking that he's the man again for a while." Dominique said chuckling. "You know Devon, I kind of like Ann, she reminds me of me not too long ago."

"We were just discussing that, right after Ann threatened to rip Andre's balls off and nail them to her wall." Devon agreed.

Dominique laughed out loud again. "Ok, you did good in choosing her. She's a true dominant all right." 

Devon signed off and returned to his daily workload. He made a notation in Andre's file about taking liberties with the other trainers, and highlighted his discussion with Andre concerning mutual respect for other trainers. 

At lunch, he got an update from Rebecca on Crystal. "She's doing great in Ballet now, she's ready to graduate from phase one. I know you're busy, with Brad arriving this afternoon, but she's ready for phase two Devon."

"I can't graduate her this afternoon." Devon said considering. "I don't think Thomas or you should, since you've been the primary instructors." 

"Perhaps Andre can stand in for you?" Rebecca asked.

Andre shook his head. "I'm out of commission at the moment." 

Rebecca looked at him surprised. "You?"

Andre smiled sheepishly. "I took a liberty with Mistress Ann, and she put me in my place."

Rebecca looked quickly at Ann and asked. "Are you OK?"

Ann smiled in a friendly manner. "Of course, I just had to teach him that I have limits, and he's not to cross them ever again." 

Rebecca smiled back at her knowingly. "Good for you girl." She turned to Devon. "OK, we'll graduate her tomorrow, when you've got the time." 

Devon nodded. "I'm headed to town tonight, after Brad leaves, need to put in an appearance at the Executive Club. I'll be taking Jeannette with me."

Ann looked at him in surprise. "With Suzanne here, I would have thought you'd leave the lead slave." 

"I would, but I need her with me to demonstrate the subtleties of slavery. While I'm gone, you'll be in charge Ann, and Diane will be your acting lead." 

Ann blinked at him for a moment. "Me? I thought Rebecca was your second." 

"I am, but I'm going to be teaching Ballet to Suzanne this afternoon, and frankly, I've got my hands full with just that. You can handle it. I'm sure Andre won't give you any trouble." Rebecca said smiling at him.

Andre smiled back without saying anything.

"You're up for some leadership time Ann, it's easy. Put them to bed, and get them up and to class. Diane can handle it." Devon explained. 

"OK, whatever." Ann said waving a hand. "I'll talk to Diane later and let her know what we're doing."

Devon nodded. "OK, the house is clean, and Rebecca you've got a class now. Crystal is getting trained by Jeannette on how to serve a dinner, if Brad doesn't stay, we're still going to do a formal dinner practice. After Suzanne's class in Ballet, get her trained up the same way." 

"Got it Devon." Rebecca said rising. "Let me get started."

Ann stood too. "I'll check on dinner prep and watch for problems." 

Devon joined the exodus and returned to his office. 

Diane and Geneva were washing Josh, and getting him ready for presentation to Brad after three long weeks at the academy. They had about finished when word was sent via the radio watches that Brad was arriving. 

Devon was explaining the types of training that Josh had gone through when Brad interrupted him. "I know all of that Devon, I'm running a little late, I have a dinner party to attend this evening, so if I could just get him and go, that would be best." 

Devon bowed his head and sent for Josh. Then he sent Jeannette to get Josh's belongings and get him dressed for the outside world. 

Josh arrived and knelt before Brad and looked up at him lovingly. "Master, I've missed you."

"Yes, I know. We're running late. We have a dinner with Paul Wynn tonight." 

"Yes Master." Brad said bowing his head. 

Brad watched as Josh got dressed and shook hands with Devon. After they left Devon said. "Normal training for the rest of the day, formal dinner tonight, and then evening routine." 

Jeannette nodded and went to her chores. 

Crystal now understood the importance of ballet. She learned to handle the plates and glasses, and see to serving the Master's a good dinner with grace and poise. "This would be impossible without Ballet wouldn't it?" 

Jeannette nodded. "It's tough even with Ballet, but you're doing fine now, you know how important it is to present yourself properly."

Crystal continued to practice presenting plates and bowls to the Masters, with Jeannette critiquing her from time to time. 

Ann watched this and watched Diane and Geneva prepare the dining room for a formal dinner serving the Masters. She offered some pointers to Crystal, and then watched as Suzanne was trained the same way. 

The dinner was nearly flawless. Each trainer had their own slave seeing to their needs, and Crystal was assigned to Mistress Rebecca, where her poise would be especially important, and grace was invaluable. 

As the Masters enjoyed the dinner, Matt was riding east in a train. He had spent more than half of his money getting the ticket, and he knew that there was another train ride, and a cab ride to the academy. 

If they refused to admit him, he was going to be broke, jobless, and hopeless. He spent most of the night going over and over the possible conversations. From outright rejection, to his having to sell his soul to get in. He wanted this, more than anything in the world; he wanted to be a slave to the Academy. 

If he didn't make it in, if they rejected him, his dream would be destroyed, and he wouldn't bother trying again. He'd just go somewhere and die. 

Devon sent Jeannette upstairs to dress for town as the coffee was served. He finished dinner and went upstairs to change his own clothing. Jeannette met him in the hallway, dressed as he'd instructed. She was wearing a Bustier and a mini-skirt combo that was particularly appealing. Her breasts were supported, and almost half exposed in the outfit, and one was left with the impression that at any moment, her breasts would shift and her nipples would be fully exposed. With her red collar, she gave the air of a barely controlled sex kitten, which is exactly the image Devon wanted. 

Changing quickly, he joined her and went for the car, and left for the evening. 

Ann had sent for Diane after dinner, and was briefing her quickly. "So we're in charge until Master Devon and Jeannette rise in the morning. Don't knock on his door in the morning, come to my room, and I'll give you the morning instructions." Ann finished.

"Mistress, why did Master Devon choose me? Geneva is more attractive, and just as far along in her training." Diane stammered.

"Because you are the one he picked, you will do the task." Ann said seriously. "I don't want any complaints about this, you're the acting lead slave, and you will obey." 

"Yes Mistress." Diane said bowing her head. "I'll do my best Mistress."

"That's why he picked you, because you would do your very best, and hold nothing back, which is what we want from you." Ann said in a softer voice. "I have faith in you, and know you'll do this well."

"Yes Mistress." Diane replied.

"Now, tonight, clean up after dinner, make sure the Kitchen is ready for the morning, and then report to me when all the chores are done and the trainee's are in their rooms." Ann began. "Suzanne and Crystal should be in bed in just over an hour, and I expect to hear that you've seen to that."

"Yes Mistress, I'll see to it personally." Diane said.

"Off with you, see to your chores." Ann said waving her hand and turning to walk towards the stairs. She knew that Diane would see to everything, and then report as instructed. Diane was a good choice for alternate lead slave, like Jeannette she lived to serve. Unlike Jeannette, she had a self-esteem issue, which meant she was constantly in need of being re-enforced, but it was getting better. 

Upstairs Rebecca waved to her through her own open door and Ann stepped into Rebecca's room. "Suggestions?"

"Yes, tonight you should plan out what instructions you're going to give in the morning, jot notes to yourself, don't trust your memory just yet." Rebecca said.

"Right, good idea." Ann said. "I've got them cleaning right now, and then Diane's going to put them to bed. For morning, I'm going to keep Diane close to admin, Geneva to the Kitchen, and Crystal to Ballet first thing. Where should I send Suzanne?"

Rebecca considered for a moment. "Anal training first, then to oral arts. Let Andre put a plug in her, and then Thomas can teach her oral arts." 

Ann nodded. "Good idea, that's the plan then."

Rebecca nodded. "Did Andre really do that? Have Suzanne put the finger in you?"

"He did." Ann said. "I drove his nuts up into his throat for it too." 

"Good for you." Rebecca said. "Good night Ann."

"Good night Becca." Ann said stepping outside. Ann walked down the hall to the dayroom and found Thomas watching TV. Thomas had gotten fascinated by the various reality shows, and could be found most evenings doing just this.

"Ann, how are you doing?" Thomas asked concerned.

"Good, and you?"

"I'm fine. Andre told me what he did, and he feel's terrible about it by the way." Thomas said. 

"Devon said the same thing." 

"It's true. Andre thought he could introduce you to the joy's of something that you had expressed reservations about." Thomas said. "Oh by the way, he's right now getting checked out by Geneva. You bruised him rather badly."

Ann raised an eyebrow. "He's fortunate I wasn't really angry, or I would have done more. He'll live. I doubt he's seriously injured." 

"I don't think he's seriously injured either, but he's bruised, and that is painful." Thomas agreed grinning. "I think you got your point across too. Don't go past your limits." 

Ann nodded. "I'm not one of the slaves Thomas, and I'm not going to pretend I am."

Thomas bowed his head in agreement. "That as proven today, if there was any doubt in anyone's mind."

Geneva shifted the light. "Master, it's definitely bruised. I don't see any sign of a rupture, so I think it's going to be OK in a few days." She gently probed the testicle as she looked carefully for signs of a serious injury.

Andre groaned. "It certainly hurts." 

"Yes Master. I can suggest ice packs, and I have some Tylenol and some Motrin, both of which would ease the pain, but I'm going to suggest the Motrin, it will also reduce any swelling, and possibly reduce the inflammation." Geneva said as she turned to the cabinet. Pulling a bottle of pills out. "Master, if you have any signs of fever or notice any red streaking from the area, please notify me immediately." 

Andre took the bottle of pills and smiled. "Certainly Geneva, any signs of infection and I'll let you know right away." He paused and continued. "Training accidents are always uncomfortable to live with."

"Yes Master, is there anything else I can do?" Geneva asked innocently. 

Andre smiled. "No, I don't believe so Geneva, thank you for looking at this for me."

"Certainly Master. See me tomorrow; I'd like to check to make sure it's not showing any sign of a rupture. If you'd like, I'll call the Doctor and have him bring a portable ultrasound, to double check it." Geneva offered helpfully.

"No, I think this will do." Andre said shaking the pill bottle. "Thanks again." Andre pulled his pants up and walked slowly out of the aide station. 

Geneva cleaned up and wiped down the treatment table before logging the treatment and use of a bottle of Motrin for the pain. She turned out the light as she closed the door and headed upstairs to report to Diane. 

Diane was briefing Mistress Ann. "Mistress, all chores are done. The Kitchen is prepped for breakfast as normal. Suzanne and Crystal are in bed, and the audio sensors are switched to the portable unit. Only Master Devon and Jeannette have boxes in their room, so I'll have to use the portable."

Ann nodded. "That's fine, any problems, wake me."

"Mistress, the only other thing is Master Andre, he found Geneva in the Kitchen and had her go with him to the aide station. I don't know the result of that."

"I'm aware of that, I talked to Thomas already. Nothing to worry about." Ann said. 

Geneva knocked on Ann's door and entered when called. "Mistress, he's got a bruised testicle. If he was a trainee, I'd suggest light duty, or even sending him home to heal. Since he's here anyway, I'm going to suggest light duty for a week or so." 

"No real danger then?" Ann asked.

"No Mistress, just painful." Geneva said.

"Good, then that covers everything. Get some sleep you two, we have work in the morning." Ann instructed.

"Yes Mistress." They said in unison and turning, left the room. 

Ann waited a couple minutes and then walked to Andre's door. She knocked and entered when beckoned. "Will you live?"

"Yes Ann, I believe so. I'm sorry about doing that to you." Andre said.

"I know." Ann said. "I didn't intend to cause you extended pain, I guess I was a little angry." 

Andre smiled charmingly. "A little. Geneva suggested I take it easy for a few days." 

Ann nodded. "No fucking the students for a while Andre, give yourself time to heal. I had planned on you inserting an anal plug in Suzanne tomorrow." Ann let the thought drag out.

"I'll do it, no problem Ann." Andre said. "That I can do without any problem."

Ann nodded. "If you need some time off, let me know, and I'll re-arrange the schedule. Same thing with meals, I can have them brought up if going downstairs is especially painful."

"I'll live Ann, and frankly, I think I deserve this."

"So do I Andre, so do I." Ann said as she closed the door leaving him inside. 

Ann returned to her own room and locked the door before stripping and getting into bed. She lay for a while considering and then fell asleep. She couldn't figure out why Devon had left her in charge, Rebecca wasn't doing anything this evening, and the class plan wasn't that strenuous to require someone to take over admin. Diane could have watched it without Ann's oversight, Geneva too for that matter.

Matt fell asleep in the large reclining chair on the train. 

Devon chatted with a number of people, including the person Dominique had wanted him to meet. Kenneth Ruiz was the Vice President of Procurement for Pleasure Associates toys inc. 

"Devon, glad to finally meet you. I've heard, and read, so much about you." Kenneth said smiling. "I've been talking to Dominique about the products you've patented."

"They are rather unique items." Devon allowed sitting to join the two. "This is Slave Jeannette." He gestured to Jeannette who knelt beside him.

"The famous Jeannette." Kenneth said sincerely. "Truly an honor to meet both of you." 

Jeannette bowed her head submissively and then returned to the standard Slave Kneel. 

"So which of the products are you interested in producing Mr. Ruiz?"

"All of them." Kenneth said. "I understand you're familiar with the buzz your facility has caused on the Internet?"

"I am, and am always entertained when I read the speculation that surrounds our activities and history." Devon said.

Kenneth smiled. "Dominique has told me it's fictional. However, I'm thinking of capitalizing on that bit of buzz, at least my intent it to push it to the Board of Directors that way."

"Really?" Devon asked. "I would have thought you'd pick a couple items, and then just fold them into your regular line of products." 

"Actually, I'm picturing the Academy Line of products. T-Shirts, and Thongs, cups and the whole nine yards." Kenneth began. "A crest on the cups, and thongs, with a whip and cuffs in the crest. The Vassal Academy emblazed across it. Instructional Videos, showing someone doing the positions I've heard about, and of course the products of your design."

Devon frowned. "It sounds like we're a college that way." 

"Sort of, more like capitalizing on the current interest." Kenneth explained on.

Devon listened and shrugged. "I have no objections to any of that, so long as my staff and facility are not used in any of it, I can live with it."

"Well, I'd like to film your slaves doing the routines." Kenneth explained.

Devon shook his head. "Out of the question, you'll have to use actors."

Kenneth held up his hand surrendering. "OK, no problem that's my plan as I said, initial plan, to take it all to the board as a broad approach to selling the Vassal Academy line of products."

Devon shifted. "I don't care if wannabe slaves from one side of the country to the other are all wearing Vassal Academy thongs. I don't care if wannabe masters are wearing t-shirts with our name on it. I do care about my staff, and our students." 

"Hey, I get the picture Devon, it's all right, really." Kenneth explained.

Dominique shifted. "I'm not sure about this line of t-shirts and such, I'd like to think about that before allowing our name to be used in such a way. I don't want to demean our facility in any manner." 

"Certainly, that can be in the contract, that you get final approval for the product line." Kenneth said with a strained grin on his face.

Dominique smiled thinly back at him. "It's going to have to be in there, otherwise I'll shut the deal down before it gets started." 

"Of course, absolutely. We're here to work with you. That's why they sent me to talk to you all." Kenneth said in his best salesman's voice.

Devon shrugged and said he'd like to know the details, when the deal is worked out, and would happily assist in any way he could. 

Devon arrived back at the Academy at nearly four am. He was exhausted, and told Jeannette not to bother coming to his room. "I'm just too tired right now Jeannette."

"Yes Master, I'll see you tomorrow." Jeannette said in reply.

Jeannette closed her door in accordance with Devon's instructions and after stripping out of her clothing, collapsed into bed. She was truly exhausted as well. 

Ann briefed Diane at the usual time, and had her get the others up and running. She then made sure her own morning routine was complete and headed to the breakfast table. 

As the others joined her, she watched Andre move slowly and gently sit down in the chair. He was hurting. 

"Ok, Crystal to Ballet Rebecca, I know you said she's ready to pass phase one, so let's start her on phase two positions and standards. I'll ask Devon to graduate her later today." Ann began. "Andre, I need you to put a plug in Suzanne, and then send her on to oral arts, Thomas, let's get her into phase three with that." 

The trainers agreed. "Diane is in admin with me, and Geneva is in the kitchen. When Devon wakes later, I'll fill him in on the actions. I think we have a couple prospective clients over the next few days, otherwise nothing major today, just normal training." Ann concluded.

The meeting, and meal, broke up and everyone went to their duties, Andre moving slowly. Ann almost felt sorry for him, but didn't allow herself to feel too much compassion. 

Matt boarded the train headed into Connecticut, and spent most of the trip washing up in the small lavatory. 

Ann was reading the training reports from the day before while Diane was cleaning the VIP wing. She didn't expect Devon down from bed much before noon, and assumed that Jeannette would be down about then as well. She was surprised at Jeannette appearing shortly after nine am. "Jeannette, you should be sleeping."

"Mistress, I've had enough rest, there's work to be done." Jeannette said simply.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 17



"OK, Diane's working in the VIP wing right now. I'm reading the training reports from yesterday, and everyone else is training. Geneva's in the kitchen." 

"Yes Mistress, I saw her there, I stopped by to get a bite to eat." Jeannette answered.

Ann nodded. "OK, take over in Admin, and help Diane with the clean up." 

The phone rang and Jeannette answered it. "Could you repeat that please?"

Ann frowned, she rarely heard Jeannette ask for someone to repeat something. "Standby one moment please." Jeannette pushed the hold button and shook her head. "Security, there's a man at the gate who said he's traveled here from Chicago to be our house slave." 

Ann blinked at that. "What?"

"Mistress, it's security, they said there's a man there who's traveled from Chicago to be a house slave." Jeannette repeated. 

Ann leaned back. "Send him to the house, park him in the library. Get some ID from him and bring it to me." 

"Yes Mistress. Master Devon?" 

"Wake him after you give me the ID. I want to check him out, as far as I can." 

Jeannette relayed the instructions to send the man to the house, and was waiting for him at the door. She showed him into the Library. "Matt, please have a seat here. May I please see your identification? You understand I'd like to give it to Mistress while we reschedule some things to make time for you."

"Sure thing Jeannette. May I say they didn't do your beauty justice?" Matt said handing over his drivers' license.

"Thank you." Jeannette replied. She walked and gave the ID to Mistress Ann and headed towards the stairs to get Master Devon. 

Ann punched the name into her computer, and found very little. She picked up the phone and called an old friend. "Do me a quick favor Marcie, run this name and license number through the system will you?"

Marcie agreed, and Ann read the information into the phone, and confirmed the read back. 

"OK Ann, no wants or warrants. License shows valid in Illinois. No hits in NCIC." Marcie told her. 

"OK, thanks Marcie. I owe you one." Ann said hanging up. 

Devon walked into his office and Ann left his chair and started to brief him. "I ran him through Yahoo, an address came up, nothing else. I called a friend at the Sheriff's department, girl I went to high school with, and ran him through the system. License shows valid in Illinois, and no wants or warrants on him." Ann reported.

Devon raised an eyebrow. "That's impressive considering you've only had what, ten minutes?" 

"Yeah, well it's kind of strange having someone show up like this, so I figured it was worth the effort." Ann admitted. 

Devon shrugged. "It certainly doesn't hurt." He turned to Jeannette. "Please get me some coffee, and bring him in." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied.

Devon looked at the license and said. "Matthew Gallagher. From Chicago and showed up on our front doorstep asking to be a slave." 

Jeannette brought the coffee in and set it on his desk. She turned and said. "I'll get him now Master." 

"Good Jeannette." Devon said sitting at his desk. "Ann you can brief me later, stay here for this." 

"Right Devon." Ann said sitting on the couch. 

Jeannette led a man in his late twenties to the chair before Devon's desk and gestured for him to sit. "Master, may I present Matthew Gallagher."

Devon nodded his head and said. "Matthew, welcome to the Academy, I'm rather surprised to have someone show up on our doorstep like this."

"It wasn't easy Master, but I did manage to find you."

"May I ask how?" Devon asked smiling in a friendly manner.

"Master, I am a moderator on a message board, that means I spent a lot of time on the board, and was granted additional authority. I found the IP, which stands for Internet Protocol address for Sub Crystal out of Pennsylvania, Wallingford actually. When she posted that she was in at the Academy, the IP address led to this town." Matt explained. "I then searched the shore line, and found this house, and used the county tax records website to find the house owners, the Vassal Academy LLC. I left Chicago last night by train, and just arrived in town less than an hour ago."

Devon frowned. "Amazing, that you went through so much trouble to find us." 

"Master, you don't have a website up, so that was the easiest way to find you." 

"Now you show up asking to be a house slave?" Ann asked next.

"Yes Mistress, I'm a sub, always have been. I've been working at a warehouse for five years, and spending about half my money on sessions with Mistress Domina." Matt said. "Sometimes I play with others, but nothing too long term. I guess I haven't found the right Master, until now that is."

Devon watched him reply and was struck again by the idea once put forward by Dominique. That Male Slaves were always in short supply, and thus they thought they were valuable, and should be treated properly, instead of tormented. "Matt, for the record, you most probably made this journey for no reason. We have four house slaves now, and I don't see a need for a fifth at this time."

Ann didn't look at Devon, instead trying to figure out what about Matt had made him uncomfortable. The strange event of his just showing up, sure. Perhaps it was his behavior. Ann considered. Matt was conceited, even cocky in his mannerism. Using deferential language towards Devon, but not deferential mannerism. He wasn't acting like a submissive, at least not like the slaves here behaved. 

"Master, I spent the last of my money getting here, and it's fine if I'm allowed to stay." Matt began.

Devon held up his hand. "I don't feel responsible for that, I didn't tell you to seek us out." 

Matt held his tongue. "Yes Master." 

Devon considered for a moment. "Jeannette." He called to the outer office.

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied as she stood in his doorway.

"Please take Matt for a tour of the training wing, and I'll discuss his case with Mistress Ann." Devon instructed.

"Yes Master. Matt, please come with me." Jeannette invited.

"Master, please, just give me a chance, and I won't let you down." Matt said seemingly worried for the first time.

After Jeannette had taken him from Admin describing the types of activities the Academy had, Devon turned to Ann. "What do you think?"

"I don't know. What is it about Male Slaves that make them think they're gold plated?" Ann asked.

"Good question. It's something Dominique and I have noticed too. We'd have to beat that out of him, and it would take time." Devon offered. 

"Well, you wanted a Male slave." Ann said.

"Anything else I should know about?" Devon asked. 

"Andre is bruised, and moving slowly. Apparently I hurt him worse than I intended." Ann replied.

Devon winced noticeably, and shook his head. "I bet no one else tries that with you though." 

Ann shrugged. "Priority this morning was training Suzanne and Crystal, so I have them in class, Crystal in Ballet, Suzanne in Oral Arts after getting an anal plug. Crystal is reported as ready to move to phase two, and I have the training reflecting phase two already."

Devon nodded. "OK, anything else?"

Ann shook her head. "I got you when the strange happened. I had Jeannette park his ass in the Library while we rescheduled to meet with him."

Devon grinned. "Yeah. OK, so it's back to Matt." He considered for a few moments. "I want to run him through the system, see his credit score, things like that." 

"You've never done that before." Ann said curiously.

"I've never had a slave show up on my doorstep like this. They've always been invited. Or at least had an appointment." Devon said. "I'm not certain he's what he says."

"Strip him nude and send him to Rebecca. If he's any kind of slave at heart, she'll find it, or prove he's not." Ann said simply. 

Devon turned to her. "And if he's a cop? Sent here to infiltrate us to find our secret criminal activity?"

"Then he's going to be bored, and he's going to safe word before the day is out." Ann said.

Devon considered. "While we're doing that, I'll give his name and vitals to Dominique, and let her run him through her contacts."

"Like I said, the license is valid, so he's from Illinois, or he's a Fed, not a state cop." Ann reminded him.

Devon nodded. "I know. Thank you for that by the way." 

"No problem. Later you can tell me why I was left in charge in your absence, and I'm going to suggest that Andre's training report on Suzanne be edited to remove the reference to our incident, as it didn't have anything to do with Suzanne's training." 

Devon nodded. "I'll look at that later. That, by the way is why. You think fast, and even when you're angry about one thing, you don't allow it to affect anything else." 

"I try not to." Ann said sweetly. "I'm not always successful." 

"So we give him a weeks trial for liking, and run him through our system?" Devon asked to confirm.

Ann shrugged. "At least we can see what he's packing." 

Devon smiled. "Indeed we can." He shifted slightly. "Remind me to talk with you later about the products we're trying to sell. We have a big nibble from a company seeking our training toys." 

"Ok." Ann said confused. "I don't really know anything about selling stuff though."

"You have good instincts on many things." Devon replied easily. "That's all I want, your insights."

Ann shrugged and stood. "I think I'll get myself a cup of coffee and check on Diane, she should be about done with the VIP wing. I'll send her upstairs to clean the staff wing. If she gets done with that, I'll see if we can whistle up some training for her." 

"Apparently not anything involving Andre." Devon chuckled.

Ann walked from Devon's office and got a refill of her cup of coffee. She found Diane finishing up in the last room. "Everything done?'

"Yes Mistress. I did a complete cleaning on every room. They all looked fine, I just wanted to make sure." Diane said.

"Good job too." Ann said glancing around. "Touch up the staff wing until lunch, and then check with me for what's next. Devon and Jeannette are up, and we have a possible male slave touring right now."

Diane looked at Ann in absolute horror. "Mistress, I checked the schedule, there wasn't any appointments today I swear it." 

Ann smiled easily. "It's OK Diane, he didn't have an appointment, he traveled here from Chicago, first any of us heard of him was when he showed up at the gate."

"Oh." Diane said relaxing some. "Didn't anyone ever tell him to make an appointment before showing up at someone's house?"

Ann shrugged. "Apparently not, but you know those Chicago types."

"OK. I'll go upstairs now Mistress, and I'll see to the cleaning up there."

"Thank you Diane, you're doing a great job today." 

"Thank you Mistress." Diane said smiling.

Ann returned to Admin.

Matt was sitting in Devon's office when she got there. Devon was explaining how the facility worked, and how the house slave system worked. Ann returned to the couch along the wall, and sat without comment. She watched Matt carefully, and noticed that he didn't seem surprised or at all like any of the others who had wanted to be house slaves. Crystal had jumped through hoops to get the job, Diane and Geneva were terrified of disappointing Master, and Matt seemed too confident, too relaxed.

"Master, as I said, I have some experience with Mistress Dominia. I'm not unfamiliar with the standard forms of submission, and I'm rather advanced at enduring bondage." Matt said somewhat cockily. 

"That is impressive for a novice." Devon allowed with an obvious edge of sarcasm. "However, that's not what we're teaching here. You said you had been shown the training floor. There's one bondage training room. You saw Slave Crystal working in Ballet, and Slave Suzanne working in Oral Arts. There's more to slavery than some two hour session with a dominatrix. More than I think you are capable of providing Matt." 

Matt suddenly seemed like the air had been let out of him. He rallied his confidence and shifted in the seat trying to sit a bit taller. "Master, I'm looking for the service aspect. I've never done it, and I don't know how. I do want to." 

"Also how long you take a whipping is not important. No matter how good you think you are, our slaves are better. Jeannette for example, would outlast you easily, and still be begging for more." Devon said casually interrupting Matt before he could start describing again how awesome he was. "No matter how good you think you are Matt, it's nothing compared to how our slaves are expected to be. If you want to continue to try and impress me with your little play sessions with this Mistress Domina, go ahead. That's kindergarten stuff compared to what goes on here." 

Ann chuckled from the couch causing Matt to turn to her. "I was just thinking about how Matt would probably respond to arousal training, or erection control." 

"He'd fail them both miserably." Devon said playing off Ann. "How long do you think it would take us to whip that cocky attitude out of him?"

"Assuming he's not a wannabe slave?" Ann asked. "It could take a month or more. He's probably not Bisexual anyway. I bet he'd vomit before he sucked a cock." 

Matt saw his chances slipping away. Confident was the wrong way to behave here, that was now obvious. He couldn't impress them. He couldn't make them feel like they were lucky to get him. "Mistress, please, give me a chance."

"A chance?" Ann asked leaning forward. "You've had a chance since you got here. This bad boy strut you do is not attractive in a slave." Ann stood up and walked to Matt. "This I'm the greatest thing since God made man attitude doesn't impress me." 

"Mistress, I'm sorry, I thought if I was confident, you would give me the chance." Matt whined pitifully. 

"Oh, so you thought we were so inept that we would be impressed by such a display? Or we're so inexperienced that we couldn't see through it?" Devon asked. "I'm not impressed Matt."

"Master, I'm sorry." Matt whined. A tear formed in his eye. "I came here from Chicago, to beg you to let me in. I realized that every slave would be doing that, begging you Master. I thought if I seemed capable, easily trained to your standards, that you'd let me stay." 

Ann walked behind him. "Matt, the only person here who might be lucky, would be you. We're the Academy. We're a one of a kind facility in the world. There isn't another like us anywhere. Our slaves and students receive the finest training anywhere in the art of submission. You thought you could impress us with your confidence?" Ann shook her head standing before him. "Silly little wannabe."

Devon shook his head. "I bet he'd safe word on the first day."

"No Master, never." Matt insisted.

"I bet he wouldn't make it through the bathroom in the morning. Josh couldn't do it for three days." Ann said ignoring Matt's protestations. "If we accept him, can we get a betting pool going? When we think he'll quit?"

Devon shrugged. "Certainly Mistress Ann. I'm sure he wouldn't make the week anyway." 

"Mistress, give me the chance, and you'll never regret it." Matt begged. "I'll never quit, I'll do anything to stay here."

Ann looked at him for a moment. "Do you suck cock little boy? Our slaves are bi-sexual. They fuck what they're told to, when they're told to." 

"Yes Mistress, I've sucked cock before." Matt nodded his head quickly.

"How about women, can you get it up to pleasure a woman?" Devon asked nastily. "Or do you have an issue with girls?"

"No Master." Matt stammered. "I mean, I don't have an issue. I can get it up for girls." 

Devon leaned back considering. "I'm going to take a big risk on you Matt. I'm going to give you a weeks trial, for liking. If you disappoint us once. If you object to the training, even once. If you refuse an order just one time, you're out of here. If you make it through the week, you may be offered a house slave contract, which means you'll live like you did this week for as long as we both want you to." 

Ann leaned down and looked into Matt's eyes. "Make no mistake Matt, this isn't for your pleasure, it's hard work, and it's painful. The money isn't worth it, and if you aren't a slave at heart, you will quit before the weeks out."

"I'm a slave Mistress, I won't disappoint you Mistress, I swear it." 

Ann smiled thinly. "We'll see won't we Matt." She stood and called to the open door. "Jeannette, get this wannabe a slave in training contract while Master Devon and I discuss his possible training schedule." 

Jeannette called through the open door. "Yes Mistress. I'm getting it now."

"Ballet after lunch of course." Devon said waving a hand. "Obviously."

"Sure. I can take that class, if Rebecca is tied up." Ann said utterly ignoring Matt.

"We need a second Ballet room." Devon said shaking his head. "Too often we're backed up there."

"I agree, I meant to talk to you about that." Ann said absently. 

Jeannette came in with the SIT contract, and handed it to Matt. 

"Matt." Devon began. "Please read that carefully, and realize, we mean exactly what it says. You will be property, to use, and abuse, as we see fit." 

Matt nodded. "I understand, and thank you Master."

Devon noticed that Matt seemed genuinely grateful. Perhaps he would work out after all.

"Jeannette take this boy upstairs, put him in slave sleeping room four, get him ready for training, and then take him to lunch." Ann said from the couch. "Ballet after lunch, either myself or Mistress Rebecca." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette replied bowing her head.

"I had planned on sending Suzanne to Ballet." Ann said thoughtfully. "Have her report to the central area, we'll train her there." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette confirmed. 

Matt signed the document and filled in his safe word. He handed them to Jeannette who handed them to Master Devon. 

"Welcome to the Academy Matt." Devon said. "Let's see what you're made of." 

"Thank you Master, I won't let you down." Matt said wiping a tear from his face. 

"Jeannette take him upstairs before he starts blubbering like a little boy." Ann said disgustedly. 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said bowing her head. "Come with me Matt, we don't have much time before lunch to get you started."

After Matt left Ann turned to Devon. "OK, we're started with breaking his attitude. Are you graduating Crystal today?"

"Yeah. I'll do it after lunch in oral arts." Devon said. "Can we combine the Cunt Control and Arousal rooms?" 

"I don't see why not." Ann said thoughtfully. "Most of the time one class does lead to another." 

"OK, we'll look at doing that. We'll have to put a table into storage, but that's no problem." Devon said thoughtfully. "We're also about ready to bump Geneva and Diane up to level three."

"Yeah, I meant to mention that. They're both done with station eight in oral arts." Ann said.

"They're both up to the three sensor probe in cunt control." Devon said. "Also, they're both up to the medium plug in anal training. So they're about ready." 

"Yeah." Ann said. "Devon, about my training in those subjects."

"Andre would have been my first choice, but that's out for now. Any preferences?" Devon asked.

"Are you busy?" Ann asked.

"I think I can squeeze some classes into my schedule." Devon said smiling charmingly.

"I'm looking forward to it." Ann said smiling wickedly. "For some reason, tormenting the slaves always gets me wound up."

"You're a dominant at heart Ann, it's supposed to." Devon answered.

Jeannette showed Matt to his room. "Crystal is on this floor for now, until they graduate her to phase two. Suzanne is in room two. Don't touch any other slave unless told to do so. No masturbating without permission." 

"OK. Don't touch another slave, and don't masturbate." Matt said. "I can do that." 

"Good. Now strip. Slaves as you saw downstairs, are nude." Jeannette said simply.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 18



 Part 18: Suffering the Mistake

Devon had given instructions to Jeannette for the remainder of the day and then gone into the Dining Room. The rest of the trainers were already seated and digging in. Like the slaves, they didn't have much time to waste while eating.

"Devon, I just filled them in on the morning's activities." Ann said.

"Good, now the big discussion question. Rebecca, we're getting backed up in Ballet, and we should have seen this coming. All the training rooms are in use, so how do we overcome this problem?" Devon asked.

"Good question. Ann's a good trainer for phase one and acceptable for phase two. Andre can also teach it, phase one and two. I'm still the only trainer for phase three, so getting Ann up to speed on that as well as the problem with space is going to be tricky." Rebecca said thinking it through.

"OK, so what can we do about the room situation?" Devon asked again.

Andre shifted. "We could combine two rooms, freeing up another for Ballet, or we could modify a room to be used for Ballet. Those are the only options I see." 

Thomas was obviously considering. "Can we move something upstairs? Perhaps empty one of the live testing rooms? We're not really using those rooms you know." 

Devon considered. "We have three live testing, two sleep training, and five slave sleeping rooms. The idea was always to use the live testing rooms as overflow in case of extra trainee's, but yeah, we can empty one and put some mirrors up for Ballet." 

"OK, when do we do that?" Andre asked cautiously. 

"Tomorrow. We're busy today." Devon said after a moment. "We'll make it a work detail, supervising the slaves for the most part." 

"OK, that's no problem then." Ann summarized the feelings of the trainers. "Now, while I'm teaching phase one and two Ballet, how the hell am I supposed to get trained up to phase three standards?" 

Devon looked at Rebecca and shrugged. "Would you like to tell her?"

"Ann, you're going to have to have Jeannette show you the movements, and watch me while I train Diane and Geneva." Rebecca said simply.

"Oh, while we're on the subject of phase three." Devon began. "I'm bumping Diane tonight, and if she passes, she'll be phase three tomorrow morning." 

"Great, she'll be thrilled. Geneva next?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah." Devon agreed. "Crystal is in phase two this afternoon, so we'll have two in phase three, one house slave in phase two, and one training slave in phase two, and Matt hoping to get in."

"I've got Matt in about fifteen minutes. How do you want me to handle it?" Ann asked.

"I think we should continue to push him. We need to see where his heart lies. Is he a submissive at heart, or is he just playing." Devon began.

"Ann told us about his showing up. Devon, was he really sitting there confident and cocky?" Andre asked.

"Oh yes. It was the strangest thing I've ever seen. Here is a supposedly submissive male, who traveled all the way from Chicago to ask to join us, blowing smoke about how awesome he was." Devon said chuckling. "Ann and I both got our backs up about it." 

"I just followed your lead Devon, just followed your lead." Ann said disarmingly.

Devon raised an eyebrow. "Oh, when you told him that we were the Academy, a one of a kind facility, and no matter how awesome he thought he was, he wasn't really shit yet?" 

"I don't think I said that." Ann smiling innocently said.

"Not those exact words, but that's the first time I've been witness to you being the bitch. Excellent by the way." Devon said bowing his head in acknowledgement.

"I've seen it, and it never fails to throw the slaves off their games." Thomas said.

"I've felt it, and it threw me off my game." Andre agreed.

Laughter followed the statement and Ann shook her head. "Back to Matt, how do you want me to handle him?"

"More gently than Andre." Devon said smiling. "Don't tuck his tail, but push him a little. Make him see that life and training here is going to be very hard, and he's going to have to work extremely hard to join us." 

"OK, so he's in Ballet this afternoon. Anything after dinner?" Ann asked.

Devon shook his head. "No, not today. He's probably tired from the trip, and the lessons would be wasted, we'd have to start all over again tomorrow." 

"OK, so light cleaning after dinner, and then to bed." Ann confirmed. 

Devon nodded and finished eating. "I'm off to graduate Crystal now. We have students to train, and Ann, try not to disable any more of my staff." 

More laughter followed this request as Devon wiped his mouth and left the table. Ann was behind him as she headed towards Ballet. Rebecca ducked into admin and found a suitable cane to use for training Suzanne. She commandeered the central area for today, and waited for Suzanne to exit the dining room.

Matt was trying to eat, he hadn't had any breakfast, but he was distracted. He was busy assessing the competition as he considered them. Jeannette was acting all sure of herself, and he was certain it was an act. Crystal was slouching like any other teenager. No pride in serving Master. Diane was almost invisible. Master probably felt sorry for her, no way he could think that Diane was a good slave. 

Matt had decided that he should be lead slave, certain that Master was not being served well by them, and looking forward to posting on the site about how he was the new lead slave at the Academy, and then he could help Master select proper staff to serve. 

Matt was still thinking about what Master Devon had said. He had told Matt that they had all the house slaves he thought he needed, and if Matt didn't show him something impressive, to show how good he was, then he wouldn't get in. Matt knew what Master meant by that, it was a competition, and it was up to Matt to show the initiative to take a slot from somebody. 

"Diane, you're with me in Admin, Master Devon wants you to be trained up on the files and the stuff I do, for when I'm out with him or whatever." Jeannette said. "Geneva, you're still in the kitchen. Crystal, you're in Oral Arts." 

She got acknowledgements from the group. "Matt, you're in Ballet, and so are you Suzanne. Mistress Rebecca will teach you in the central area. We're short of Ballet space right now, but I think Master Devon has a plan." 

"Um, Ballet, is that where you showed me earlier?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, in the hallway on this level." Jeannette confirmed. "Crystal, show him where, you're headed towards Oral Arts." 

"Sure thing Jeannette." Crystal answered. 

"Diane, stop by anal training room before you come to admin." Jeannette finished. "That's it everyone, let's get to work." 

Crystal and Diane walked with Matt down the training hallway. Suzanne had been called by Mistress Rebecca as soon as she stepped foot out of the dining room. Matt entered the Ballet room and found Mistress Ann waiting for him. 

"Matt, I'm going to be teaching you the poise and grace required to perform what we call Ballet, which is used every single day by our slaves. I'm sure you've noticed how gracefully Jeannette and the others do everything, including eat?" Ann began.

"Yes Mistress, I think I was at least as graceful as they were in eating." Matt said proudly.

Ann frowned and shook her head. "I doubt that Matt. Now, let's get you standing like a slave at least." 

Ann used the short cane to get Matt standing, properly and noticed the cockiness was still in his eye, if not on his lips. She flogged him back and forth across the floor several times, working on walking and standing. Finally he stood without correction in something approaching the slave way, posture was not bad, grace almost non-existent, but that was normal. "Better Matt, just remember you're a slave, and you're always on display, and Ballet is part of the presentation aspect of being a slave, and you'll do just fine." 

Matt beamed at her. Here he was on his first day, and already getting praise. "Thank you Mistress." 

Crystal had reported to Oral Arts expecting to find Master Thomas. Instead, she found Master Devon sitting in a chair and obviously waiting for her. After she had successfully demonstrated her oral technique, and swallowed his semen, she had smiled up at him. 

"Welcome to phase two Crystal, the challenges get harder, and our expectations are going to be even higher for you." Devon said as he caressed her face. 

"Thank you Master." Crystal beamed at him.

"Go to admin, and tell Jeannette you're in phase two now. She'll give you a watch like ours, and set you up with a room in the staff wing." Devon instructed.

"Yes Master." Crystal said proudly. She stood and as gracefully as she could walked to the door and out of it. She almost ran to admin, then she saw Suzanne doing her Ballet lesson in the central area. She sided along the wall to keep from disturbing Mistress Rebecca, a very bad idea in everyone's opinion. 

Jeannette looked up and saw Crystal smiling and knew what had happened. "Congratulations, and welcome to the real staff." 

"I made it." Crystal beamed. "I wouldn't have without you to help me Jeannette." 

"You did it, all I did was show you how." Jeannette shrugged.

"Master Devon said you would give me a watch, and show me the staff rooms." 

"Sure." Jeannette said. Raising her wrist she touched a button and said. "Diane, come back to admin for a min would you?" 

"Sure Jeannette." Came from the watch.

Jeannette got another watch out and was showing Crystal how it worked, and how to plug it in at night. 

Diane came in and smiled when she saw what was going on. "Great, she's in huh?" 

"Yeah, I made it." Crystal said putting the watch on proudly. "Thanks to you and Jeannette." 

"Diane take her upstairs, and give her the room next to you. Get her stuff out of storage, and put it in her dresser. Explain the rules to her, and then finish cleaning up before dinner OK?" Jeannette said next.

"Sure Jeannette. Come on Crystal, let's go get you set up in the staff wing." Diane said. "Later we can talk Jeannette into letting us party tonight." 

"Party? We party?" Crystal asked confused. 

"Sure, we call it playtime, and it means we can fuck each other, if a qualified slave is there." Diane explained as they left the admin area. 

Jeannette found Geneva and told her about Crystal, and about Suzanne's sleep training. "So you've got the duty tonight. It's the first time you've had it on the first night, although Suzanne may settle down and sleep, she's got some training."

"OK, just keep the portable like normal?" Geneva asked.

"Yeah, just let us know in the morning how much sleep she gets, if any." Jeannette confirmed.

Devon watched Suzanne's training for a short while and then went into Admin himself. Finding Jeannette there, he next found where Diane was. Heading upstairs himself to make it seem less planned, more casually ordered, he turned to go to his room. 

Diane was down the hall showing Crystal the dayroom and the bathroom. "Never close a door without a Master's permission, even the stall doors." 

"Got it, still on display huh?"

"Yep. You'll get used to it." Diane said smiling.

Devon left his room door open and walked down the hallway. He found Diane helping Crystal set up her room. "Diane, great, I was hoping to see you today." 

"Yes Master." Diane said bowing her head. 

Devon stepped closer and seemed to be inspecting her. "I want you to come to my room after dinner, and attend to me." 

Diane looked up in surprise. She almost stammered out the obvious question. Stopping herself she nodded. "Yes Master."

Devon nodded and glanced at Crystal. "Finding everything OK Crystal?"

"Yes Master, thank you Master." 

Devon gave another long look at Diane and then turned from the room leaving them to carry on. 

"Wow, you get to attend Master Devon." Crystal said in awe.

Diane nodded. "I've never done that, neither has Geneva." She shook her head. "Usually he calls Jeannette to his room."

Crystal shrugged. "Guess he wants some of your candy huh?"

Diane looked at the teenager and shook her head. "It's not mine, it's his anyway. I gave it to him a long time ago."

"Any regrets?"

Shaking her head no. "Not a one." Then she seemed to recover herself and said. "Come on, we have more work to do." 

Jeannette was finished updating the files, but had left them out to go over them with Diane. Crystal was upstairs cleaning, and Diane entered. "Diane, great I wanted to go over the files with you."

"Sure Jeannette." She hesitated. "Um, something happened, and it's not my fault." 

Jeannette looked up confused. "What?"

"Master Devon called me to attend to him tonight. I didn't do anything I swear it. I don't want you to think I'm trying to steal him from you Jeannette, we all know how you feel." Diane stammered out quickly.

Jeannette smiled, and then laughed. "OK, he's not mine. I just like you belong to him. Secondly, he can call whoever he wants. He's the master, and I'm happy for you, and apparently he's happy with you too." 

"You're not mad?"

Shaking her head Jeannette smiled hugely. "Not at all. I'm a slave. I love my Master, but they're all my masters." Jeannette thought about breaking it to her that she was being tested tonight, but decided not to. Master would tell her when he was ready. Part of a Slave's duty is to keep the Master's secrets. 

Diane listened and asked questions about the files, reading some of the training notes in her file as she learned what would be expected of her in the office. 

Crystal hurried through the cleaning of the slave sleeping floor. She stopped before the door of what had been her room for almost two weeks. A simple futon mattress on the floor, and a chain dangling from the wall were all that the room contained. She now had a bed, a dresser, and a chair. Granted, none of them were as comfortable or as ornate as the ones she'd had in Philly, but she was here to get away from that stuff. The chair was also rather industrial, obviously built to last forever, with little attention paid to comfort. 

Diane helped put the files away after sorting through the training reports, and quickly learned you didn't read them, you didn't really have time. You sort of scanned them, glancing down the page to make sure the Master's hadn't inadvertently typed two reports on one page. 

She noticed that all of them were about the same anyway. Observations on the slaves training, attitude, behavior, and apparent weakness or strengths. Notes on what the Trainee preferred was also included. Jeannette explained that each trainee also had a database created where words were put into blanks, and notations next to the words were date of the training report backing it. That way the Trainer's could access the highlights of the trainee's time. Glancing at it to see what additional training each trainee might need.

"Jeannette, I'm still in training, I shouldn't be reading this." Diane had protested after glancing at one database. 

"Diane, do you think we have any secrets around here? We're naked, where in the hell would we hide a secret?" Jeannette asked. "Besides, who are you going to tell? You know Master is trusting you with this, are you going to betray Master?"

Diane shook her head understanding. "No, not in this lifetime."

"Exactly. If you can't trust your slave, who can you trust?" Jeannette asked.

"It just feels wrong somehow." Diane persisted weakly. 

"Oh, like you don't know that Geneva likes to be humiliated and degraded. Like you didn't see her on the dinner table when we were recruiting Mistress Ann." Jeannette chided. "Let me guess, you were totally surprised to see that Crystal is a bit exuberant in her behavior, you're the one that pointed it out first." 

"Yeah, but my file." Diane moaned. "It says I have a low self esteem problem, and additional measures will be taken to address that."

"Diane. I love you, you know that right?" Jeannette asked and after getting a reluctant nod from Diane continued. "You do have low self esteem. Everybody knows it, and everybody thinks you're way too hard on yourself." 

Diane sighed. "It's just hard to believe that I belong here. I'm not beautiful, or smart, or anything like that. I'm not a Medic, or a great slave like you." 

"You are a good slave, and you're going to be great. The reason you're going to be great is because you love Master with all your heart, just like I do." Jeannette said with genuine warmth. "Stop being so hard on yourself, we think you're pretty great." 

Diane smiled sheepishly. "Thanks. I guess I should believe it, I mean, I'll try." 

"Relax, just do what master says, and do what you've been doing." Jeannette said. "It's almost dinner time. Come on, let's close this up and get something to eat. I'm hungry, and Chef promised that we'd have Chicken stew." 

"And you love the chicken stew." Diane finished for her.

Jeannette nodded. "I always have." 

Dinner was almost crowded. Six to a table in the slave dining room was comfortably cozy without being too close. Seven meant some were touching; bare skin to bare skin, and that was uncomfortable for most people. So four sat at one table, and three at another.

"OK, after dinner. Diane you've got to get that plug out of you. Master Andre will meet you in the anal training room. Crystal, help Geneva in the kitchen. Suzanne, you're in sleep training tonight, so after dinner, make sure you use the bathroom. It's bad enough without a full bladder." Jeannette said.

Matt held up a hand. "What do you want me to do?" 

Jeannette seemed to consider. "Hang out in the kitchen, I'll help you learn how to serve dinner to the Masters. We should have another formal dinner in a couple days, and you'll need to know then."

Matt nodded. A formal dinner, well if Master wanted him to learn how to serve, he would. 

Crystal smiled in a very friendly way and said. "I guess Diane won't be in the kitchen later will she?"

Jeannette rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about where Diane will be. Just like you, she's obeying orders." 

"Lucky slave." Geneva said with a big smile. 

Diane lowered her head and blushed. 

Devon looked around the table and said. "OK, we've got our attack plan for today and in the morning. We're training Suzanne, and Matt. All the other slaves are on detail right?"

"Right. Diane to the Kitchen, the rest to break down and store the stuff in Live Test three. What about the plaque on the door?" Ann asked.

"I'll order one that says Ballet room two." Devon answered putting his napkin on the plate. 

"Ok, I guess that covers everything Devon." Andre said. "I've got to get Diane unplugged." 

"I have to get ready to graduate her." Devon said. He rose and walked from the dining room, and headed upstairs. He took the time to make sure his room was clean, and it was. He turned the bed down before sitting in a chair and picking up a book. 

Diane got her plug out, and breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't hurt, but they weren't really comfortable. She headed towards the bathroom and made sure she was ready for the night. She was both excited and nervous about the night with Master Devon; this was almost like a test.

Devon heard the knock on his door and called on the individual to enter. Diane entered and knelt before him. "Diane, you've come far in your training, how do you feel about being a slave now?"

"Master, I'm home, I love it here." Diane said simply.

Devon nodded. "You're to attend to my needs tonight."

"Yes Master." Diane answered smiling.

"Slave Mouth." Devon said as he shifted and stood before Diane. She compliantly opened her mouth and waited. Devon unzipped himself and offered his cock to Diane. She took it into her mouth lovingly and began to suckle upon him. Devon felt the more advanced techniques being used, and allowed himself to get hard. Devon felt something that wasn't taught though, she loved to service him. She poured her heart into the action, as though this was a great treat for her, almost an honor to service Master.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 18



Diane felt herself on edge, almost but not quite horny. Her rings which had worked as promised always kept her sort of aware of herself, but she was above that now, and getting hotter by the minute. When Master gave the order, she would have no problems obeying. 

Devon saw the flush of arousal and knew he could safely proceed. There would be no danger of injuring Diane, she was horny all right, and that was a good thing. Devon intended not to give himself one command, but to allow her to service him fully. That meant a rough sex night for her, and he had a small grin in anticipation. 

"Slave, on my bed, on your hands and knees, and give me that cunt." Devon ordered.

Diane scrambled to obey. The command was somewhat harsher than Andre or Thomas gave, yet it was fitting somehow. She positioned herself properly, to allow him access to her sex. She felt him at her entrance, sliding up and down as he penetrated the inner labia. 

Devon made sure he was lined up right, and then he shoved himself into her. Diane gasped as she was suddenly and almost violently filled.

Diane had to blink to clear her vision from the force of the invasion. It was almost brutal, just this side of violence. Devon didn't give her a moment to adjust to being suddenly filled, instead driving himself into her again and again. Diane felt her rings dance and started to squirm. "Oh God, that feels good Master."

"Yes it does Slave." Devon said as he slapped her ass hard. First the right and then the left cheek. 

Diane jerked and twitched as the blows heated her ass up, burning her skin, and making her sex quiver. Devon plowed into her, and she felt her small breasts bouncing more than she ever had. She was getting fucked, not a hint of making love, a true rutting fuck. 

Devon drove himself like a piston in and out of her wet hole, and saw Diane trying to balance herself. He could feel her gripping him, and assumed that she was close to an orgasm. He pulled out without warning. His cock hard and wet, glistening from her most intimate juices. 

Diane cried out in surprise at the sudden sense of being empty, of a moment before feeling complete, filled, whole. Now she was empty, and the lack of something in her was more pronounced than the time before the sex. 

Diane was rolled onto her back, and Devon once again shoved himself into her. She groaned as she was again filled with hard cock. Her legs were up and out of the way and Devon shifted slightly to allow her ring to drag on his cock more. It worked and in a few more thrusts Diane was trying to meet his motions chasing the orgasm. "Master, may I come?"

"No. I want to make you wait slave." Devon said almost evilly.

Diane groaned and tried to control her building climax. She tried to shift so her rings were not so stimulated, but it wasn't working. "Master, please, I'm going to come." 

Devon slowed his thrusts, and swiveled his hips. "Really slave? You're going to come, with or without permission?"

"Master, please I'm so close, I can't hold out much longer."

Devon moved a hand to her breast and gently caressed under it. Diane shivered in response to the attentions. "You would steal an orgasm from me?"

"Master, please allow me to come, I'm begging you." 

Devon had a theory he wanted to try out. Diane liked being fucked, liked being used, and liked being taken roughly. She even kind of liked being called names, not like Geneva of course, she was extreme in her need for degradation. However, Diane also had a touch of that inside her. "Only a little slut would come from this kind of fucking. Is that what you are? A little slut?"

Diane bit her lip and looked up at Devon, she nodded her head slowly, making small motions. "Yes Master. I am."

Devon nodded and leaned closer to her, placing his mouth next to her ear as he said the next part. "Then you may come all you want, a slut should come often."

Diane came then. Her orgasm washing over her and pulsing out from the ring in her clit. She cried out her pleasure and her passion in the room. Devon felt her grip him tightly, her muscles relaxing just as quickly as they had gripped him. He made a mental note to address that, they would have to develop Diane's muscles, and they knew how to do that.

Devon fucked her for another ten minutes before his own climax overtook him. He came deeply inside her, pulsing his seed into her waiting sex. Diane purred as he finished, inside her and as he rolled off was already in motion, licking and cleaning his beautiful penis. Devon decided she had passed, and he had learned and confirmed some suspicions about her. 

Diane finished and knelt looking happily at him. Devon blinked a few times. "It's been a long day slave, lay here with me, I'm too tired to chain you up tonight. If you wake me, I promise you will suffer for days for it." 

"Yes Master." Diane said happily as she lay down on his large bed. Her pussy was sore from the pounding, but she was feeling very satisfied. 

Devon flicked the bed covers over himself, and over Diane, apparently by accident, and then settled down to sleep. 

After dinner Jeannette had apologized to Crystal explaining that she had been out all night last night with Master Devon. "I'm worn out Crystal, I mean I'm flat out exhausted." 

"It's cool Jeannette, I'd like to watch some TV if that's OK?" Crystal replied cheerfully.

"Sure, just don't stay up all night, morning comes when it always does, and it's always early." 

Diane was in with Master Devon, and Geneva was on watch to insure nothing happened to Suzanne who was in sleep training. 

Geneva was sitting in the chair, and considering something that she had noticed, but not thought about. Matt, he didn't get a hard on in the dining room during lunch or dinner. He was next to a bunch of sexually active women who were also naked and he didn't get erect? Geneva decided that this was something she should tell Master Devon, or at least Jeannette. Josh spent the first several days getting poked by the bag, but Matt didn't show any signs of interest in the girls. 

Geneva rose and went down the stairs near the sleep training cages to avoid possibly disturbing Matt and who was sleeping in the slave rooms on the other end of the hallway. Then she walked along the training floor to the central area. Across that and into administration where she found a pad of paper, and sat at a desk to write out her observations regarding Matt. Deciding to leave it on the desk, she felt sure that Master Devon would want to know this.

Matt wasn't asleep, he was lying on the Futon and firming up his plan. He had to get some dirt or something to take one of the Girls slots. Something he could use to get them kicked out, or to get them to quit. Master Devon's words rang in his ears over and over again. "We already have all the house slaves we need." 

Matt wanted this, and he really wanted to be Lead Slave, and wear the only red collar here. Taking Jeannette's spot was not something he could hope to manage on the first day, but he could get someone, perhaps Crystal or Diane kicked out. Then he would have a slot and could work on unseating Jeannette. 

The way Master gushed over her, telling him that she could take a whipping better than he could, it was outrageous. Matt decided enough time had passed, and rose silently to go and rummage through the computer and files. He had to get some dirt, or else at the end of the week, he was out and then he would never be the best slave in the world.

Matt quietly opened the door and peeked into the hallway, down at the other end, there was an empty chair in the hallway, and Matt almost decided to go back to bed. However, no one was in sight, so he figured that was in case Suzanne caused a problem someone would come check on her. 

Matt turned and went towards the central staircase and had turned the corner before Geneva came up the other end of the hallway. Geneva noticed the open door right away, it was standing open in the hallway. She knew it was Matt's room, but decided he had gone to the bathroom. Walking to it to let Matt know that this was not permitted, and he shouldn't do it, she opened the door and didn't see him. 

"Where the hell is he?" Geneva asked herself in a whisper. She doubled back to the sleep training room door and listened, hearing nothing from inside. Geneva frowned and then went and looked inside Matt's room, he was gone, that was certain. 

She moved across the central area to the staff wing, and didn't see Matt there. Turning to go downstairs She silently moved down to the central area, and heard a computer sing it's little song telling you it was now done booting up. This was absolutely prohibited. The training slaves did not use the computers, especially not in the middle of the night. The bathroom would have been understandable, but this was not. 

Geneva walked to the admin entrance closest to her and stopped in the hallway. Matt was there, standing next to the open employee file cabinet. Geneva's mouth opened in surprise, Matt was reading files on the employees. This wasn't just his deciding to send an email to someone, this was serious. Geneva decided to call Master Devon, and started to take a step back when Suzanne must have tried to roll over. The alarm sounded surprising Matt who looked up and saw Geneva. 

Geneva froze for a second, not sure what she should do. She had decided to call Master, but now she was discovered. "You're not supposed to be here." Geneva said accusingly. 

Matt moved. He couldn't let her tell anyone, he just couldn't. If she did, then everything would be ruined. He dropped the folder and ran right at her, she was only fifteen or so feet away. He covered the distance as she raised her hands defensively before her. 

Geneva realized she was in danger. Real physical danger. She raised her hands to deflect the attack and Matt bowled her over like a lineman charging through to get the Quarterback. She fell backwards and crashed against a bookshelf along the wall. She raised her wrist and hit the transmit button. "Master!" Was all she managed before Matt grabbed her watch and tore it from her wrist. 

The Bitch was trying to tell on him. The little slut was going to ruin everything. He threw the watch behind him, and reached down to grab her hair and drag her to her feet. The Watch broke into three pieces as it hit the wall.

Devon woke to the sound of the radio. He raised his own watch from the nightstand and pushed his transmit button. "Geneva." No answer came to him and he frowned. He again called more insistently. "Geneva, answer me." 

Geneva was fighting for her life, she blocked some of Matt's punches, and tried to fight back, to hit him with something, anything. Matt just got madder and madder.

Devon got out of bed and looked at Diane who stared at him in fear. Master was awake, and she was afraid it was her fault, but worried that Geneva didn't answer. "I heard Geneva call me, there must be some problem." 

Diane lifted her own wrist, it was on Channel five, Devon and Geneva's was on four since Geneva had the night shift. The idea being not to wake everyone if there was a minor problem. She started to talk to it when Devon's voice stopped her. "It may be nothing, don't wake everyone."

"Yes Master."

Devon quickly put some pants on, and then as he opened his door found Diane right behind him. "You can stay here."

Diane opened her mouth to protest, but hesitated. She nodded and stepped back to sit on the bed.

Devon exited his room and headed for the training wing. He didn't look downstairs as he quickly crossed to the sleeping wing. 

Diane bit her lip. Geneva was too good not to answer, if she couldn't there was a problem. 

Devon turned the corner and saw the chair at the far end of the hall, and saw the open door to Matt's room at the same time. Something was wrong, badly wrong. He tapped the channel button and then glanced to see he was on channel five, the all staff channel. "Trainers, wake up, we have a problem. Matt is out of his room and Geneva is not answering. Spread out and find them." 

Ann woke with a start and heard the call, it was repeated. She grabbed her watch and was in the hallway thinking she was moving fast, she wasn't. She was the last one in the hall, all of them moving around the corner. 

Devon was already down the stairs and headed towards Admin. He picked up the pace suddenly breaking into a run. He had heard the unmistakable sound of flesh being struck. 

Geneva missed the block, and Matt's fish smashed into her eye causing her head to snap around painfully. Her eye hurt badly now. She had gotten a couple licks in, but Matt was just too strong, and too big to hold off for long. Geneva just wasn't trained for this, she had basic hand to hand, which worked if Matt would attack her the right way, but this was a brawl, and she was a Medic, not a Ranger for God's sake. 

The last punch had shoved her backwards and she knocked a lamp off the table. Matt grabbed her hair again and drew back his arm and hit her again. Geneva felt her nose flatten and then heard the sickening crunch of her nose breaking. Blood shot out of her nose as both her eyes closed reflexively. They were full of tears from the pain and the involuntary reaction of having a nose broken. She couldn't see, she was defenseless, and at Matt's mercy. 

Devon turned the corner on a jog and saw Geneva's nose dripping blood. He saw red, but not because of blood, because Matt was hitting one of his slaves, one of his people. Devon's first instinct was to place himself between Matt and Geneva, to prevent any further harm coming to Geneva who was falling off of the desk she was across. Devon lunged and tackled Matt, taking him to the ground. Devon swiveled and tried to regain his feet but now Matt was swinging wildly at him. Devon couldn't get clear to get his feet and set himself. 

Matt felt another person tackle him, he was too far gone, too far into his rage to identify the person. It was just someone else who wanted to prevent him from getting into the Academy. They were all against him, everybody was. They all knew he was really the best slave, and now they were trying to get him and keep him away from Master. 

Devon finally wrapped Matt up in his arms and legs, trying to contain him until help arrived. Thomas and Rebecca arrived first. 

Thomas first saw Geneva lying on the floor, blood streaming through her hand held to her face. He rushed to her while Rebecca took an extra half-second to scan around and saw Devon's situation. She strode to Devon and grabbed Matt's arm. She twisted savagely and soon had Matt pinned on the ground with his wrist held firmly in her hand as she shoved it towards his neck. 

Matt screamed in pain and tried to twist away. Devon, now able to hold Matt more securely than he was before, placed Matt's second hand near his neck and then held them both in place. 

"Rebecca, get bindings, hogtie." Devon instructed. As Rebecca moved to get the items he twisted his head and saw Thomas. "How is she?"

"She's got a broken nose, a torn lip. She'll need some stitches in the lip Devon." Thomas said holding a slave shirt to Geneva's nose. "He beat the shit out of her."

Ann arrived and gasped in surprise at Geneva's condition. Diane was behind Ann and dropped to her knees next to Geneva. 

"Diane, check on Suzanne, make sure she's OK. Then get Jeannette and Crystal. Ann I want everyone accounted for right now." Devon commanded. 

"Yes Master." Diane said and rushed from the room to obey.

Jeannette arrived and gasped as well, she turned to Devon, knowing that orders would come. She didn't wait long. Ann spoke first. "I'm calling the Sheriff, this is felony Battery Devon."

"Jeannette, call the Doctor, get him down here right now. Then get Geneva to the aide station." Devon said. "Ann call Jack Mitchell at home, tell him I need an investigation here, and I want it to be full and complete."

"A full investigation Devon?"

"Yes, if we don't, we'll be accused of a cover up." Devon said. 

"Master, please, my arm." Matt squalled. He had realized it was Master Devon holding him, and he was in trouble. He just had to take some time to explain to master that Matt was doing this for him.

Devon levered it slightly higher. "Do not say another fucking word Matt. I'm considering dumping you into Long Island Sound." 

"Master, let me explain." Matt said.

Andre arrived with Suzanne. "I saw Diane letting Suzanne out. What happened?"

"Matt beat the shit out of Geneva." Devon said. "I don't know why yet, but I will."

"Master." Geneva said slowly as she stood. "I found him out of bed, going through the records."

Devon looked at the open area and saw the scattered contents of a folder. Rebecca arrived and in a moment they had Matt hogtied and gagged. "Good idea getting the gag."

"I thought it would be useful, to let us talk." Rebecca said seriously.

Ann set the phone down. "The Sheriff is on the way, he said that the Watch Commander will be here in less than twenty minutes."

Devon nodded. Jeannette hung up the phone at her desk and said. "The Doctor will be here about the same time."

Thomas escorted Geneva to the aide station. He talked to her gently the whole time, telling her that she was going to be fine soon, and she was a good and loyal slave. 

Devon saw Matt squirming and frowned. "Take the gag."

Rebecca released the gag. Matt began speaking immediately. "Master, I was just trying to get my slot, the one that they have. You said you had all the slaves you needed. I know I can be better than them. Geneva was spying on me, she knew I was a better slave than she is. I can serve you much better that Jeannette Master, ask Mistress Domina, I'm really the best slave." 

Devon groaned and sat heavily in a chair. "Jesus Christ."

Ann took a piece of paper and began to note everything that Matt said. She almost told him he had rights, then remembered she isn't a cop now, so that's not an issue.

"Ann, is his being hog tied going to be a problem?" Devon asked.

Ann considered a minute and shook her head. "As citizens, we're authorized by law to use reasonable force to detain and restrain a suspect who we catch in the commission of a crime."

Rebecca looked at the puddle of blood and asked with an edge of anger in her voice. "Can we punish him by law?"

Ann shook her head. "No, we can't."

Devon's scowl appeared permanently fixed on his face. "Don't leave him alone, I'm going to check on Geneva."

Crystal was in the aide station wiping her eyes as she tried to help Geneva. Diane stood next to her and gently held a dressing to Geneva's nose. Jeannette was at the door waiting for him. She reported. "Master, Geneva definitely has a broken nose. She also may have an arm injury. I believe she needs to be sent to the Hospital for treatment."

Devon nodded. "The Doctor will be here soon, and he can arrange transport and treatment."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said bowing her head. She stepped closer to him and in a lower voice said. "Master, the slaves are very upset by this."

Devon nodded. "I am too Jeannette. Tell them we'll do everything possible to help Geneva, and tell them Matt will not be here anymore." 

"Yes Master, I've already told them that." 

"Devon, I'm not a medic, but she's hurt pretty bad." Thomas said. 

"The Doctor's on the way right now everyone." Devon said as he walked to Geneva. "Do you need an ambulance before he gets here?"

Geneva shook her head and slurred the words. "No Master, it's best to wait." She grimaced in pain and Devon leaned down and whispered in her ear. 

As he raised his head she looked up at him with light shining in her eyes, and a hint of smile on her lips. "Thank you Master." She slurred through broken and swollen lips.

Devon turned to Diane. "You're a level three slave now too Diane. Don't let us down."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 18



Diane nodded. "Yes Master. Thank you Master."

Jeannette watched Master Devon go, she knew he had work, and Thomas and the rest of the slaves could see to this. 

Devon walked to his office and ignored Matt explaining to Mistress Ann how he really should be wearing the red collar, he was the number one slave, they could ask Mistress Domina.

Devon called Dominique at home. "We have a problem Dominique." He then reported the incident, and heard her growl in anger. 

"That little shit." Dominique said angrily. "I'm on my way Devon, write this up when you can."

"Yes Dominique." Devon simply said and then heard the phone hang up. 

He stood and walked to the hallway as Jeannette went to welcome the first arriving official. The Watch Commander arrived, and after getting his briefing, made a cell phone call and spoke to the Sheriff. He then made another call immediately. 

The Doctor arrived and proceeded directly to the Aide Station without talking to anyone. 

A Deputy arrived confused at the various states of dress of the people, and was instructed to arrest and transport Matt to the jail. "What charge sir?"

"Assault with intent." The Captain said. "The Detectives are on the way, but we have enough evidence to make the arrest."

"Yes sir." The Deputy said. "Sir, for my report, I'll need a victim and a list of injuries."

"I know, come on." Captain Brooks said as he led the Deputy to the Aide Station to see Geneva. 

Upon his return, his confusion wasn't lessoned, but it was directed towards action. "Matthew Gallagher, you are under arrest for Assault with intent to commit great bodily harm. You have the right to remain silent." The Deputy finished reading from a card in his pocket and then looked confused again. "Can we get him something to wear out of here?"

Jeannette pointed to some bags she had gotten from storage. "Deputy, those are his belongings."

"OK, Mr. Gallagher, do you have some clothing to put on in those bags?"

"Yeah, but Master won't do this to me." 

"Let's get you dressed and then we can talk to Master OK?"

The Doctor had arrived and been shown to Geneva while the Watch Commander had been reporting. The Sheriff arrived and was being briefed and then turned and directed the Detectives to work. 

"Devon, these are my best Detectives, and they'll want to interview everyone." The Sheriff said.

"Of course Sheriff, and I'm sorry to be calling you in the middle of the night." 

"Devon, I want to know how this happened. I thought you had safeguards in place to prevent a serious injury." The Sheriff said with only a hint of accusation in it.

"I do Sheriff, the staff didn't do this. This was done by a student, to a member of my staff." Devon said coolly. "I can promise you that I am quite upset and shocked by this. You have to know that I would not have set this up, and further, would not allow it to progress if I had any idea that violence of this sort was forthcoming." 

The Sheriff frowned and said. "Hell I know that Devon. All right, what happened."

Devon sat and told the story as completely as possible covering the arrival unannounced of Matt and the decision to try him for a week. He concluded after describing finding the room empty and calling on all the trainers to locate him and account for all personnel. "The reason we give a weeks trial for liking is all too obvious now. The idea is to locate any personality traits that would be a problem or a threat. To find as much about the person as possible."

The Sheriff leaned back and remained silent. Detective Finnegan scratched his chin and said. "Sir, if I may, I understand from the Sheriff that a full examination of your training facility was conducted by the State Police as well as himself and the County Attorney. I'm going to take it as a given that the normal procedures used here are legal." He hesitated and glanced at the Sheriff. "Don't you think that the nature of the training going on places the participants at greater risk for an incident like this?"

Devon's scowl remained deep in his face as he considered the Detective. "If I may digress for a moment Detective, what is the most dangerous call a police officer can answer?"

The Detective shrugged. "That's debatable and not really the issue sir."

"Domestic Disturbance, when people allow their passions to overwhelm them. Yes this training is potentially dangerous, and potentially hazardous. I am already resolved to review our over watch procedures to see if any changes in policy or application is needed. I don't believe that the mere fact of our training led to the attack, I believe it was an individual who allowed his passion to overwhelm him."

The Detective made a note on his clipboard and shrugged for a moment considering. Devon continued to speak. "As an aside, I intend to call Mistress Domina, his reference to her more than once makes me curious now, and see what I can learn to better understand what happened here." Devon shifted and allowed some of his frustration to leak out. "I have a staff member, one of my people in the Hospital right now. She was savagely beaten and could have died from following my orders. Orders that I had no idea were dangerous to her. Detective, I don't like this, but I don't see anything that I did wrong here."

"Sir that wasn't the nature of my question. I'm just trying to understand what happened as well. Do you have any contact information on this Mistress of Matt's?" The Detective consulted his notes. "Domina I think you said?"

"Not yet Detective, but I will very shortly. As soon as I do, I will give you not only that information, but as full a briefing on the conversation as is possible."

"Sir, could you wait until I've talked to her?" Detective Finnegan asked politely.

Devon frowned even more deeply and he grudgingly nodded his head. "I will, I have no desire to interfere with an investigation."

"Anything else Bobby?" The Sheriff asked.

"No sir, I have enough to work with for now." The Detective said after a moment. "Sir, would it be possible to contact you for any other questions that occur to me?"

"Absolutely Detective. We are always here, and if I am not near a phone, someone will get the message to me rather quickly."

The Sheriff actually snorted once in laughter. At Detective Finnegan' questioning look he shrugged. "I've had dinner and toured this place a couple times. I know the staff as he calls them, and they would crawl across burning coals to deliver a phone message for Master." The last was delivered with a touch of sarcasm. 

Detective Finnegan cleared his throat. "Sheriff, would I be able to discuss this facility with you, to better understand it?" 

"Yes, whenever you want to Finnegan. No interference, just information." The Sheriff said. 

"Thanks, well I've got to go and interview Mr. Gallagher now sir." The Detective left and closed the door behind him. 

"Devon, any inspiration on this?" Sheriff Mitchell asked.

"Only that I badly misread Matt. I should not have let him stay." 

"What signs did you miss?"

"I honestly don't know. I hope to learn, and never make this mistake again." Devon said seriously. 

"Who went with Geneva to the Hospital?"

"Thomas." Devon replied. "You knew I would send someone?"

"Sure, while I don't like what you do here Devon, I know you well enough to say with certainty that you would do anything possible to care for your people." The Sheriff rose. "I'm not sure how quiet this is going to be Devon, expect some notice."

Devon nodded. "That's why I asked for a full investigation Sheriff, I suspected that it might be larger than either of us."

Jack Mitchell walked to the door. "I think we have all we need right now Devon. We'll be in touch to talk more later."

Devon almost smiled. "Let me know ahead of time Jack, and I'll be happy to feed you dinner again."

Jack nodded. "Perhaps after Geneva heals some."

Devon nodded again with the scowl again on his face.

He next spoke with Dominique, describing the events as they happened, and the actions since she had been called.

"Damn it Devon, we don't need this."

"I know Dominique. I screwed up."

"Did you?" Dominique asked. "What did you do wrong? What sign did Matt give you?"

"I don't know, but we have a full investigation into an assault in our house. I must have screwed up something." Devon said.

"Devon, did you screw something up?" Dominique asked again. "Did you miss a sign?"

"Dominique, I just don't know. I've been thinking about it, and I don't remember a sign that something was wrong. Until the radio went off I was calm and confident. Then I went to see why Geneva didn't answer. I saw the open door, the empty room. I knew something was wrong then, I called all trainers and then went downstairs to organize the search and look for Geneva or Matt."

"What could you have done differently?" Dominique asked. "What changes need to be made, or do any?"

"Two a night seems excessive, but that may be the result of this disaster. Right now, I'm leaning towards immediate calls if anything unexpected happens. Obviously, finding a room door open qualifies." Devon explained.

"Why wasn't she on the floor?"

"She had noticed something, it was bothering her about Matt. He wasn't hiding a hard on, he was watching the girls, but he wasn't hard. She noticed it, I didn't. Ann didn't either, she's the only one who trained him. She said he seemed anxious to please, and seemed to respond to positive feedback." 

"OK, so Matt's story?" 

"I originally told him I thought I had all the slaves I needed. He was too confident, too cocky, I wanted to take some wind out of his sails." Devon explained.

"Then you told him you were giving him a week for liking right?" Dominique asked to make sure she had the story right.

"Yes, and I explained the house slave policy, that should have told him it was his to get. Instead, tonight, when I had him hog tied, he tried to explain that he would be a better lead slave than Jeannette." Devon said shaking his head. "He actually said that he should be my lead slave, while I have him hogtied and the police are on the way to arrest him."

"You said that he told you they had taken his slot." Dominique softly mentioned while thinking.

Devon nodded. "That's why I want to talk to Domina, wherever she is. I think Matt has always seen himself as some sort of great slave, and Domina must have allowed that fantasy to continue with her."

Dominique considered. "It would explain why a Male Slave, which is always in high demand, wasn't with a real Master, instead paying for sessions with a Dominatrix."

Devon looked at her with wide open eyes. "Jesus, that's what I missed. The obvious, I missed the fucking obvious." 

"Yeah, the obvious." Dominique said sadly. "You told me, and I missed it too." 

"Son of a bitch, I was listening to his story, but focusing on his behavior, his tone, more than his words." Devon raged. "It's so damned obvious now that I look back on it."

"Devon, honest assessment. Do you think it would have become apparent if you had more time with him?" Dominique asked.

Devon nodded. "Oh yes. I should have seen it yesterday morning. I was tired, and I missed it."

Dominique frowned. "Devon, we're human, we make mistakes."

"The Stockholders are going to want my head." Devon said. "They can have it obviously."

Dominique shook her head in response. "No, I don't think so. Geneva's hurt, but she'll live. Perhaps a bent nose, but nothing more. If they set it right tonight, it may only have a small bump. The lip will heal, her body is battered, but not broken." 

"I promoted her to phase three. I told her that part of the graduation was a test of loyalty and dedication. Obviously she has a great deal of both to do what she did." 

Dominique shrugged. "We know she can get aroused, it's keeping her off the arousal that's been the problem. We know she can fuck, and sleep." 

Devon nodded. "Tell the stockholders that we have two slaves in phase three, one on light duty for the next two to four weeks. Once the lip heals, I may begin light training, it's not definite."

"Devon, institute those changes to the overnight watch." Dominique said seriously. "I want an immediate radio call if anything out of the ordinary happens."

Devon nodded. "Absolutely. Will you please tell the stockholders for me that I'm sorry I failed them. I didn't consider the problem of a slave sneaking out at night and attacking the on duty person. I didn't catch the tell with Matt."

"We failed, but they know this is new to us Devon. They aren't real forgiving, but they don't blame people for failing while trying, any more than you do." 

Devon grunted. "I need to tell the Sheriff and the Detective that I found my mistake, and mention to the Sheriff that I've changed the night watch routine."

"I need to go and brief the stockholders Devon. Let me know when Geneva gets back." Dominique said all business again.

"Yes Dominique." Devon said bowing his head.

"Last question, what are the chances that Geneva will quit?" Dominique asked. "They'll want to know, if we've also wasted training time and money on her."

"Very slim, she was still calling me Master, as if I deserved it."

"Devon, you made a mistake, nobody is perfect. Not even me."

Devon smiled as Dominique turned for the door. "I seem to remember a different attitude from you once."

"I've matured, and learned, even I have a shortcoming or two." Dominique said opening Devon's office door and striding out past the people working to clean the blood out of the carpet.

As Devon entered the office proper he looked and found Rebecca and Andre helping the slaves clean up the mess. Thomas had gone with Geneva to the Hospital, and would call and report when he learned anything. "Andre, can you teach today?"

"Sure Devon, oral arts?" 

Devon nodded. "Where's Ann?"

"She's cleaning up the aide station." Rebecca said. "What about me?"

"I think oral arts this morning for Suzanne, then I'll work with her on arousal and cunt control." Devon said. "I'll go visit Geneva this morning, if she's not back after breakfast." 

"Crystal or I can accompany you if you wish us to Master." Jeannette said.

Devon shook his head. "You're both exhausted, Jeannette rotate the slaves through the kitchen today, no one in for more than one meal."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. "Normal cleaning chores?"

"After they wake up, touch up the house some if there's time. If Geneva comes home today, I want someone with her, to see to her needs and wants." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. "I'll see she's got company." 

Devon nodded. "I know this was a shock for everyone, and I'm sorry Geneva got hurt. From now on, and pass this on down the line, I want to know the instant anything unusual happens. If you find a student out of bed, let me know immediately. If you hear someone chanting Red Rum, call me right away." Devon told them seriously.

"Red Rum Master?" Crystal asked confused.

Rebecca smiled. "I'll get the Shining to show her later Devon. I'll probably have to show it to Diane too. Kids today just don't have the education we had."

Devon nodded.

Dominique sat patiently in the waiting room. She was summoned and walked to the usual conference room. This room she had been told was free from listening devices, and was totally secure. The law firm didn't use it for meetings. It was special for this purpose.

Entering the room she walked and sat in the chair near the middle of the room. There was no large table, no desk near the chair. She sat and waited. In a couple minutes, a man she knew only as Jonathan entered and sat at the only other chair in the room. He smiled thinly and nodded to Dominique in greeting. He placed a headset on and adjusted the earphones and microphone to near his mouth. 

He tapped on the keyboard of the laptop and after typing for a few moments; he waited and then nodded and sat back.

Dominique watched the web camera and waited. She had no idea where the other end of this discussion was located. It could be in this building, or another on the other side of the world. Jonathan would translate from whatever language was spoken to English. She understood that the real time videoconference was secured to 512bit security with a randomly changing code inserted. It was also checked to see if anyone unauthorized was watching it, and she had no idea how, and would be terminated if it was.

Jonathan sat forward and began speaking. "Dominique, we're present now for this meeting you requested."

Dominique ignored Jonathan, he wasn't important. He was the person who spoke to her, they were important, not him. "Masters, we've had an incident at the Academy, we believe you should know about it as soon as possible." Then she outlined the situation with Matt and the actions taken so far. When she finished she waited and Jonathan sat silently giving no sign if he heard anything in his earphones.

He turned his head slightly and whispered something, Dominique caught the flavor of his words, it sounded French, but that could be misdirection. "Dominique, such incidents of workplace violence are quite common in America wouldn't you say?"

"Master, they are more common here than in other nations, but not really an everyday event." Dominique answered.

"Do you believe this will garner additional attention or will cause any significant delays to the activities at the Academy?" 

"No Master. As I said the Sheriff is doing a full investigation, to eliminate the possible complaints of cover up or excesses by the staff. Those complaints would result in additional attention by both State, and Federal agencies. That attention would have resulted in work stoppage and the inability of the staff to train any clients." Dominique explained.

"Do you believe that Devon could have used the relationship established with the Sheriff to sweep this under the rug without the delay and disruptions of an investigation which could take days or weeks?" Jonathan asked next.

"No Master. I believe any attempt to do so would have aroused greater suspicions. I admit to it being my own first thought when I learned of the incident. After Devon explained his actions, and his reasons, I agreed that the in-depth investigation was the best choice." Dominique answered.

Jonathan hesitated for a moment and then said. "The responses are satisfactory to date. Not even a psychiatrist could hope to see the true nature of an individual on the first day. We don't believe Devon's failure to detect this is problematic beyond the incident."

"Yes Master." Dominique answered.

"We are also pleased with the preliminary negotiations concerning the product line, and we wondered if perhaps that negotiation should be speeded up." Jonathan said next.

"Master, I have consulted the wisdom of the lawyers you provided us, and they suggest a slow and steady approach, arguing that this would allow us to get the best deal possible with the greatest payoff in royalties." 

"Acceptable. It's important not to spend too much time negotiating. A lawyer will negotiate for years happily. If lawyers were involved in the Columbus Expedition to find a route to India, they would still be negotiating the terms of who was to profit from the discoveries." Jonathan said next.

"Yes Master, I understand." Dominique said next.

"It is important to allow instinct to rule when it is appropriate. At times like this, wisdom comes from intelligence guided by experience. We approve of the actions taken in this matter." Jonathan said next. There was a pause and then he removed the headset and stood up. "We're done Dominique."

She stood without another word and walked out of the small firms half floor offices and took the elevator to the ground. She had called and requested a meeting and was given a time to arrive. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 19



Chapter 19: Cleaning up the mess

At breakfast, Devon filled the trainers in on what he and Dominique had figured out, the obvious thing they had missed with Matt. Ann had shook her head in regret at missing it as well. Devon sat at the breakfast table and toyed with his food. Despite being up all night, he couldn't find any appetite for food. "Ok, Andre, you're teaching oral arts to Suzanne this morning, then I'll take cunt control while you sleep this afternoon." 

"Devon, why not let me get a nap, and I'll take cunt control this afternoon." Ann said. "You are exhausted. You should sleep now."

Devon shook his head. "I'm going to see about Geneva, they have her in the hospital, and Thomas called just before breakfast to say they were almost done with her and were going to send her home in another couple hours."

"Fine, then she'll be here shortly, and you can see her when you wake up. Devon, you're not doing anyone any good if you kill yourself from overwork." Ann insisted. "Take the morning, get some sleep."

Devon frowned and shook his head stubbornly. "No, I have things that only I can do."

Rebecca cleared her throat with a glance at Ann. "Devon, she's right. Sleeplessness murders judgment." 

Devon glared at Rebecca. "I screwed up and missed the sign, this is my fault."

"Devon, I missed it too. I know what you said, I'm the apprentice, I'm supposed to make mistakes. Bullshit. I'm a former cop, and I'm supposed to ask questions, and I missed it too." Ann said.

Andre joined in. "Devon, I can teach this morning, no problem. Ann and I talked earlier, she's going to sleep this morning for a few hours, and then teach this afternoon. Rebecca is going to take the slaves for the day, giving them a schedule with Jeannette. You need to crash today, get some sleep."

Devon glared at Andre and shook his head significantly. 

"Devon, I'm you're number two, I'm supposed to back you up, and take over in your absence." Rebecca said next. "You haven't had six hours of sleep in the past two days. If you don't go to bed after breakfast, I'm going to call Dominique." 

Devon glared at Rebecca. "Threatening to go over my head now Rebecca?"

She shook her head. "Taking care of a friend who is blaming himself for something that everyone else missed too. You and Ann both told us about Matt, and none of us asked the question either. We're all tired, you're more tired. Devon, get some sleep, that goes double for Jeannette. We're going to run a kitchen detail today. Diane after breakfast, Crystal after lunch. Jeannette and the others are going to rotate with us in watching Geneva." 

Devon glared at the table and sighed. His face softened as he finally heard the words. "You're right, I'm so tired, I'll screw something else up."

"Devon, we're human, we make mistakes, it's in our nature. You can blame God for not making us perfect. We do the best we can." Ann told him.

Devon shrugged and almost smiled. "I would but I'm afraid of upsetting Her." 

Ann chuckled. "I'm off to bed, I'm tired, and unlike Superman here, I know I'm exhausted." 

Devon rose from the chair and looked at his food. It had hardly been touched. He swallowed the rest of the Orange Juice and then turned to go to bed. 

Rebecca walked into the Slave Dining room. "OK, Jeannette, you're going to bed, no argument." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said without hesitation.

"Crystal you're in bed too, you have five hours to sleep, and then you're in the Kitchen. Diane, you're in the Kitchen until lunch. Listen to me all of you. Under no circumstances are you to wake Master Devon, short of a house fire." Rebecca said seriously.

"Yes Mistress." The three house slaves said almost in unison.

"Suzanne, you have Oral Arts with Master Andre this morning, and you'll have classes after lunch. I personally apologize for the situation last night."

"Mistress, I don't think it's your fault. Sometimes a Nut just shows up." Suzanne said simply. "I'm off to class gang."

"Diane, when Geneva gets back, she's supposed to soon. I want you to let me know, I'll be on radio channel four, and listen to this everyone. If anything strange happens when you're on watch, notify us immediately." Rebecca said sternly.

The trio again agreed.

"When Geneva is here, I want someone in with her for the first day or two. I think she's going to be hurting, and unable to move about too much, we'll play that by ear of course." Rebecca said as she glanced at the three. "Any questions?"

"Mistress, are we going to cover Geneva like we do with the Kitchen?" Crystal asked.

Rebecca shook her head no. "Diane can fill you in, we covered her when she got Laser Hair removal. We tag in and out, keeping an eye on the sick or injured, while we move the house generally forward."

"Mistress, if Geneva can go to admin to sit in a few days, I can keep her company there." Jeannette said. "I can also pop up and check on her."

"Right now Jeannette, my plan is to have her sleeping in my room for today. I'm assuming she's as tired as the rest of us, and it will be easier that way." Rebecca said significantly. 

"Yes Mistress." 

"Get to work, and get to bed. All of you right now." Rebecca said sternly.

Diane rose to gather the trays and Jeannette and Crystal left the dining room. After they left Rebecca walked into the kitchen and said. "Diane, congratulations on level three."

"Thank you Mistress." Diane answered. 

Rebecca went upstairs and set her watch to channel four. She plugged it in and turned it up before crashing exhausted into bed. 

It was just after ten when Thomas and Geneva arrived back at the house. Thomas had taken the van to follow the ambulance. They found Diane in the Kitchen, and Geneva sat and drank some juice and ate some Jello that Chef had left for her. 

"Master, Mistress Rebecca instructed me to notify her upon your arrival." Diane began.

Thomas frowned. "Where's Master Devon?" 

"Master is asleep and our orders are not to disturb him for any reason." Diane said. She looked at the door for a moment and then said. "Master, I believe that Master Devon is exhausted, and the others are taking up some of the slack. No one got any sleep last night." 

Thomas nodded. "I think I understand. Master Devon was out most of the night before, and last night was the first to find Geneva." 

Geneva looked at Diane and tried to ask. "What chores for me." But the tape holding her nose straight and the stitches in her lip made it very tough to speak. 

"You Geneva, are going to bed." Diane said taking her friends hand. "Mistress Rebecca also said you were to sleep in her room, until the rest of us got some sleep and were able to help out."

Geneva shook her head. "My bed, don't disturb Master."

Diane frowned and raised her wrist. "Mistress, Master Thomas and Geneva are here."

"Send them up." Came from the small speaker. 

Geneva looked accusingly at her friend. "Disturbed Master." 

"New orders." Diane said. "We must call Master immediately."

Geneva shook her head and then nodded. If she had called Master upon finding the open door, she wouldn't be hurting now.

She knelt on the floor of Mistress Rebecca's room while Master Thomas reported. When asked how she was she tried to answer "OK Mistress." But it was so badly slurred it was almost unintelligible. 

"Thomas, get some sleep. You're not teaching today. Andre is teaching this morning, Ann has the afternoon shift. No sleep training will be handled tonight. Our first priority is to see to the welfare of the slaves, and number two is to train Suzanne. I intend to discuss the possibility of a partial refund or credit for Suzanne's owner. Her training has suffered on this last day, and I'm not thrilled, but it can't be helped."

"Dominique was here?" Thomas asked.

"Yes, and she left without comment. After a long discussion at breakfast, some changes were implemented without further discussion. You've seen the first of them, the Slaves may not hesitate to call us in the event of any problem." Rebecca said. "Geneva is going to sleep here with me, so I may keep an eye on her and make sure she's well."

Geneva shook her head and managed to slur out the words. "Mistress, I'm fine, I'll sleep in my room. I don't want to keep you awake." 

Rebecca waved Thomas out of the room and then turned back to Geneva. "Geneva, there are some changes going on around here. The first one is we expect more communication from the Slaves, less of the unwilling to disturb Master mindset." Rebecca said taking Geneva's hand and lifting her gently from the ground. "The second is we're going to make sure we take good care of our slaves, and that means that you're to sleep here with me today. I know you're exhausted, and I know you're hurting. If you need to get up, do so. Right now, the first concern is seeing to your recovery from the injuries sustained in the performance of your loyal and dedicated service." 

Geneva had a tear in her eye as she crawled into bed. Master loved her, so much that they were willing to do anything and everything to help her. The fellow soldiers would have taken care of her, but they were Medics too. No officer would have taken her into their bed, to give them comfort, and support. Geneva appreciated this more than she could explain, and she felt gratitude as Mistress Rebecca lay next to her.

"Geneva, wake me without any hesitation if you need anything. If you don't, I'll punish you severely." Rebecca said with a small smile and a gentle touch on Geneva's shoulder. 

Geneva nodded and mumbled "Thank you Mistress." There was no way she would ever leave, or betray Master. 

Jeannette woke at noon, and headed downstairs after a quick shower. She found Crystal and Diane eating with Suzanne in the slave-dining hall. "Hey girls, what's up?"

"I'm going off duty, she's coming on. Nothing else is happening. I've had the cordless phone, and it's only rung once, I took the message for Master Devon. Geneva is in with Mistress Rebecca," Diane said between bites. "I'm about to get some sleep while the Groupie cleans up."

Crystal playfully pushed at Diane's shoulder and said. "Be nice or I'll come and wake you up with a lick to something."

Jeannette rolled her eyes and said. "Which of the Masters is up?"

"Master Andre was teaching me this morning." Suzanne said. 

"Mistress Ann is dining with him in the Masters hall." Diane said. "She's teaching you this afternoon."

Jeannette felt she had at least a small grasp of what was going on. She could tell the Masters where the slaves were at least. "Ok, Suzanne, you're training this afternoon, and I don't know about this evening yet. Figure that we'll let you know." 

"Right Jeannette, they said Geneva's going to be OK." Suzanne answered.

"She's home, looking rough. She's got two black eyes, they're nearly swollen shut. Her nose is taped up, and her lip is swollen as hell." Diane said. "Matt sure did a number on her." 

Jeannette frowned. "If Master Devon isn't up before dinner, I'll call the Sheriff and get an update, to brief Master."

Crystal nodded. "The cops took his luggage, and I know you told security to shoot on sight." 

Jeannette shook her head. "I told them to arrest on sight, not shoot. I don't know if they're even armed." 

"Give them a gun, and tell them to shoot him on site. Jeannette you haven't seen her, I have." Diane said firmly. "She got her ass royally kicked, what the fuck was Matt's problem anyway?"

Jeannette took a breath and considered. Devon had told her, but she wasn't sure what she could tell the others. "It looks like Matt is a little unstable. We aren't sure, but we think he saw himself as Master's favorite, and all he had to do was steal one of our slots, and he could then get my collar." 

Crystal blinked at her in shocked amazement. "Are you shitting me? He fucking thought he could upset your slot?"

Diane shook her head. "He is nuts. Jeannette no one can take your place, you're the best slave in the nation."

Jeannette lowered her head slightly. "Thanks, but I'm just a slave, and I serve Master. If he chooses to give the red collar to another, I will obey." 

"That will never happen." Crystal said. "No wonder he was in the files. He thought he could learn about us, but what is this shit about taking our slots? Master doesn't do that does he?"

Jeannette shook her head. "No. You're here until either you choose to leave, or you violate our rules in such a way to make us throw you out. You know those rules, Matt broke one. Never attack another student."

Diane nodded her head. "I saw what happened to Geneva when she moved to hit Cathy, Master hung chains all over her and she was bruised for a week afterward." 

Suzanne swallowed hard. She looked at the group and said. "I'm not one of you, the house slaves. But everyone knows that Jeannette is number one, no one could possibly believe that they could take her slot on the first day." 

"It seems Matt thought so." Jeannette said. "It was my file he was reading." 

Crystal shook her head. "I thought Master was going to kill him personally."

"He was very angry." Diane agreed. "I've never seen him so angry before." 

"We've chatted long enough girls, time for class, and for some of us to get to work. Diane get some sleep." Jeannette said ending the gab session. 

Crystal hopped up and started to collect the dishes. Jeannette followed her and got a bowl from the fridge and nuked it for a couple minutes. Then she took it to Admin to start to organize the paperwork for the day. Andre came in and was surprised to find her there. 

"Master, I woke up, I'm not tired, so I thought I would do some administrative work, just to keep from falling too far behind." Jeannette said.

Andre nodded and walked to her desk and sat down in a chair near it. "I'm going to type up my morning training with Suzanne, and then I'm going to get some sleep."

"Master, Diane is also on her way upstairs, Crystal is on duty in the Kitchen, Geneva is reported as in with Mistress Rebecca." Jeannette reported the location of the others.

"Good." Andre said reaching up and rubbing his face. "Jeannette, I don't think you or the others did anything wrong, I understand they're upset, but Geneva is home, and going to be fine."

"Yes Master, they know that." Jeannette replied and looked down sheepishly. She looked around and standing quickly stepped to the hallway and then back into the office and quietly said. "Master, for the first time I wished we were back at the farms, so Matt could be properly punished." 

Andre looked up at Jeannette and nodded before standing and just as quietly replied. "I know how you feel." He then walked to the Trainers office to start to work on his report. 

The staff would be off schedule for the next day or two, but would adjust. Jeannette was sure of that. Geneva would be on very light duty for the next week or two, until she had healed enough to take on additional duties. For the most part she would have the aide station to attend to, and that would be all. 

Jeannette turned her attention to future training and scheduled trainee's. The next trainee's were two slaves belonging to Master Theodore. Yvette and Donna, were 24/7 live in slaves who attended to his needs. They were described as good at oral arts, needing training in poise and grace, as well as the full cunt control arousal training. Jeannette thought that a course heavy in Oral Arts would also be involved. 

According to the file, they were used in performances to entertain Master's guests. Jeannette hadn't heard of slaves being used in performances before. She assumed that they would explain later. 

Jeannette was going over the files on pending contact or appointments when Devon walked into Admin. "Master, did you rest?"

"Yes Jeannette, and I feel much better, how's Geneva?"

"Master, Diane informed me that she was sleeping with Mistress Rebecca, and the others are either working or asleep."

"I saw Crystal in the Kitchen, she was bopping along to a radio Chef has put in there." Devon said with a thin smile.

Jeannette smiled and shook her head. "Teenagers, what are you going to do?"

"They do seem to be almost boundless sources of energy." Devon said shrugging. "Anything going on I should know about?"

"The slaves are very upset about Matt attacking Geneva. No surprise there Master." Jeannette answered.

"Anything else?"

"No Master." Jeannette said. "Nothing else."

Devon nodded. "Wake Diane for dinner, the rest too. That way we're on a normal schedule again in a few days. I'm going to call the Sheriff's office, and see what's going on with all that mess."

"Yes Master." Jeannette agreed.

Geneva woke and found Mistress Rebecca sitting in a chair reading a book. She shifted and groaned. Her face really hurt. 

"Good afternoon Geneva, I'm assuming that hurts. The pain pills you brought back are here." Rebecca said lifting the bottle. "I'll get you a glass of water." 

Geneva took the pill and swallowed the water. "I must look a mess." Her words were even more slurred and had to be enunciated slowly to be understandable.

"You do, but we know why, and we appreciate your service and dedication Geneva." Rebecca said softly. "We won't forget this." 

Geneva sat up and winced in pain. She looked at the door and softly spoke. "I thought I had left all this behind, all the violence."

Rebecca sat next to her on the bed and smiled as she said. "You traded war for floggings."

Geneva tried to smile and groaned. "Oh that hurts." 

"I think I understand what you mean Geneva. You didn't expect to get hurt like this here. I didn't expect it either, none of us did. I recently watched a series on DVD I got for entertainment. A Tom Hanks mini series on the journey to the Moon. Did you ever see it?" Rebecca asked.

"No Mistress." Geneva said honestly.

"The reason I bring it up is something that happened. Gus Grissom and the other members of his crew died in a training and equipment test. A fire broke out and killed them in seconds." Rebecca explained. "When the investigation was complete, the explanation was interesting. The cause of the deaths was a failure of imagination. They just didn't think the test would be dangerous, or they would have classified it as hazardous, and taken more precautions." 

Geneva nodded slowly understanding the meaning of Mistress Rebecca's words and her tone. "You didn't think we'd be attacked."

"It never occurred to us Geneva. If it had, we certainly would have taken precautions." Rebecca said softly. "We've never had this problem, of a slave attacking another. It was a first for us, and we never imagined it would happen." 

Geneva sighed. "I understand Mistress."

"I'm glad. You see, we think you're all doing so well, becoming such good slaves, that we don't want you to think we would allow you to come to harm casually. We want to be the ones who hurt you." Rebecca said smiling wickedly.

Geneva smiled out of the side of her mouth that was not swollen. "You do that so well too Mistress." 

"Do you want to eat downstairs? Or do you want us to bring a tray up to you here?"

"Downstairs Mistress."

Rebecca nodded. "I understand. Light duty for you slave. Only the aide station, and if you get restless, go to Admin and answer phones or help Jeannette file or something." 

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said rising. "I'm going to shower now Mistress."

"Good, let me know how you're doing later OK?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you for everything." Geneva slurred. 

Rebecca watched her leave the room and sighed. They could do so little for her right now, except give her support, love, and understanding. Rebecca rose and took a quick shower herself, and then dressed casually before heading down to admin. 

Jeannette watched Mistress Rebecca walk into Master Devon's office. She closed the door and Jeannette went upstairs to check on Geneva. Finding her in the dayroom. "God Geneva, he did a number on you."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 19



"Yeah." Geneva mumbled. "I know."

Jeannette sat down and looked her concern at her friend. "Anything I can do?"

Geneva shook her head. "I'll be fine, it's going to take a week or two is all. The swelling should go down in a few days, the black eyes will clear up in another week or so."

"I should have taken the night shift." Jeannette said.

Geneva shook her head. "I should have called when I found him out of bed."

Jeannette shrugged. "We all make mistakes, I guess we've learned. I'm sorry you had to suffer the lesson though Geneva."

Geneva shrugged. "I'll be OK."

Devon hung the phone up and looked at Rebecca with a frown on his face. "That was the Sheriff. Matt is still in jail, and swearing that he was doing his Master's bidding. They've scheduled a psych evaluation for him. They're beginning to think he might be a little unbalanced."

"Only starting to think?" Rebecca asked with a small smile. "I thought that when I saw you holding him to keep him from continuing his attack Geneva."

Devon's frown remained in place. "Mistress Domina has been contacted, and said part of her scenarios with Matt were that he was the most accomplished slave. He liked that. She didn't see the harm, but remember that she does fantasy, which we don't focus upon."

Rebecca shrugged. "I'm more interested in our slaves. Geneva is up and moving, I've put her on light duty, and I want to make sure she has someone with her especially at night."

Devon nodded. "It's time to start putting things back together." He sighed and turned to look out his window at the Long Island Sound. "We don't have any trainee's for a couple days after sending Suzanne home tomorrow, no big production, a quick here you go and discussions with me for her owner."

"I don't see the need for the production with the owner, she's coming back in a few weeks to continue her training." Rebecca agreed.

"OK, let's plan on a downtime day for the girls. Time in the afternoon and evening for them to just be girls instead of slaves." Devon said.

"Devon, I was going to suggest a little different tact. Perhaps we should instead remind them who's really in charge here, give them a day of extreme bondage and some humiliation." Rebecca said. 

Devon turned and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"Devon, they've been working, and training on the side. Give them a day where they are the center of our attentions. Not our attentions when available, but really the center of attention." Rebecca explained.

Devon leaned back considering. "Geneva's on light duty."

"Oh tell me you think her getting a good fucking will hurt her or upset her." Rebecca chided him. 

Devon considered and nodded gently. "Especially Diane, give her a taste of phase three. Nipple clamps, cunt ring torture, the whole nine yards."

Rebecca nodded. "I was thinking of dildo's and clamps. Bound within an inch of her life, perhaps gagged." 

Devon grinned. "She'll be coming all over the place. She'll be unable to stop the orgasms."

Rebecca shrugged. "For an hour or two, just torture her. Then fuck the living daylights out of her. Give her the first multiple partner activity. Me and Andre, he should be back in battery in another day or so. Thomas if not." 

"Crystal?" Devon asked. "No way she's ready for that."

"Give her a lighter version of the above, less bondage, more attention."

"Of course, Jeannette downstairs, either Andre or myself?" 

Rebecca nodded. "Geneva can get a good fucking from someone, even I can whip on a strap on and fuck the little slut until she comes. If nothing else she can watch the office while we torment the shit out of the other little sluts." 

Devon nodded. "Interesting, let's discuss it later at dinner. I have everyone being woken for it."

Rebecca rose and walked to the door. "Devon, sometimes, what they need is softer treatment, but now, what I think they need is some torment, to let them know our violence, brings them pleasure." 

"Reassure them in other words, show them that we do love and care for them, but not with soft cuddling, but with whips and orgasms." Devon said nodding. 

Rebecca turned and opened the door, and stepped through.

Ann was just about done with the cunt control class with Suzanne. "Great Suzanne, I know this is really hard, and you have to believe me that we really don't expect you to get the two sensor probe before the week is out." 

Suzanne strained and managed to get the top sensor, without activating the bottom. She exhaled audibly and panted as she rested for a moment. "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be."

"I know, it took Diane and Geneva a week to get this one, two weeks for the three sensor probe." Ann said laying a reassuring hand on Suzanne's shoulder. 

Suzanne hesitated for a moment and then looked up at Mistress Ann. "Are they going to close the Academy? I mean because of Matt?" 

Ann shook her head. "Nope. No way in hell."

"Are you sure Mistress? I mean, I know you all are legal, but this is a big problem right?"

Ann nodded. "The police know we're legal, and know we are careful. Matt was the exception to what normally happens here. You're a good example of the normal activity here."

Suzanne nodded, and seemed reasonable mollified. She focused again and tried to get the lower muscles to squeeze without activating the upper ones. 

Ann noted the time and told Suzanne to relax. "You've done enough today, we don't want that hole all worn out with you going home tomorrow do we?"

Suzanne grinned a bit knowingly and shook her head. "No Mistress, Master Brandon wouldn't like that."

Ann grinned back. "I bet he wouldn't." 

At dinner Devon outlined the idea Rebecca had and asked for comments. Andre shifted slight. "I'm still a little sore, but I'm able to perform, tomorrow afternoon and into the evening?"

Devon agreed. "Yes, that seems best. I want to go ahead and get them tied down, tormented, fucked, and then to bed. We have a couple days from Suzanne leaving in the morning, and the next clients."

Ann shifted. This was her nightmare scenario. "Devon, I'm not sure I'm up for this." 

Devon shifted his gaze to her, and seemed to penetrate her with his vision. "Ann, if you're unable to participate, a multiple partner situation seems too extreme for you, then I'll put you in admin with Geneva tomorrow afternoon."

Ann grit her teeth and swallowed hard. "Devon, I can manage with one partner, I don't think I'm really all that excited about another threesome." 

Devon glanced at Andre in understanding. Before he could answer Thomas joined the conversation. "Ann, no one is about to risk crossing your lines anytime soon." 

Ann smiled thinly at him. Devon waved a hand. "Ann we'll discuss this later. We have a few things to decide upon before then. Now, Jeannette will be taken downstairs, Andre, you're my first choice for that, are you up for that?" 

Andre considered for a moment. "I can manage that, I think. I'll take a couple Motrin, that should do it." 

Devon nodded. "Diane to bondage, and then fucked silly. Thomas and Rebecca?" 

They both agreed. "Crystal will be in the Kitchen while we're working the other two over." Devon explained. 

"Can Geneva manage in the Kitchen?" 

Devon shook his head. "Answering phones is probably all she can manage for the first few days." He shifted. "I'll take Crystal tomorrow evening, and if Ann could manage to join me, we'll show her a good time." 

Ann considered. She trusted Devon, he knew her limits, and knew her abilities. "Ok, I guess I'm in for that. What about Geneva?" 

"Geneva can't manage the extreme Bondage I have in mind, but she can handle a spin on the table in a day or two. Make it two." Devon said deciding. "Sunday morning, she gets a spin on the table, and we kick Diane up to the larger plugs." 

Rebecca shifted and said. "Our girls have been working their asses off, they have sacrificed, and they've dedicated themselves to serving us. It's time, we have some time, and we're going to do this. We need to show them there are some rewards to this job." 

Thomas nodded. "Did Diane really react to being called a slut?"

Devon nodded. "She did, and while it wasn't like Geneva, she did enjoy it." 

Andre shifted. "After dinner, Jeannette to what?"

"Your room if you want. Take them some more after dinner, wear the Girls out." Devon said. "If you're not up for a second round, no problem Give her the Monkey Rocker, and make her put a show on for you." 

Andre leaned forward. "I get it boss, wear them all out." 

Devon looked around the table and saw only resolve and understanding. "People, we need to reassure them that we're loyal to them as well. We need to show them that we love them as much as they love us." 

Rebecca looked at Ann. "They need this." 

Ann realized she was biting her lip. "I get it Rebecca, believe it or not I get it." 

Jeannette ate slowly watching the others eat slowly. Geneva was obviously hurting, Diane and Crystal were unusually quiet. Suzanne was normally quiet. She resolved to tell Master about this. It was a little strange. "OK, after dinner, Suzanne, do you want to come and hang out with us? I'm going to take over the dayroom and turn on something mindless." 

Suzanne looked around quickly and asked. "Is that allowed?"

Jeannette shrugged. "Sure. You're a special case. You're going to be coming and going fairly frequently. The Masters won't mind."

"I bet there's some good movie on tonight." Diane said. "I kind of miss just flaking out in front of the TV at times." 

"I know Chef has some Popcorn, I found it today in the Pantry." Crystal said conspiratorially. "Popcorn and soft drinks."

"We're not allowed soft drinks." Geneva said shaking her head. Her words were understandable if she talked mostly out of the right side of her mouth.

Jeannette shrugged. "I think the Popcorn will be approved no problem, the soft drinks, I don't think so."

"I'll ask Master, if you don't want to." Crystal said almost petulantly. "It's been a tough week, for everyone. A night at the movies, or the next best thing is what I need to relax." 

Diane shook her head and chuckled. "Think we can flog that out of her Jeannette?"

Jeannette shook her head. "I doubt it, but I'll go ask Master. I know he'll approve the movie and I think he'll OK the popcorn. The soft drinks? I'll ask, but no promise." 

Devon heard the knock at the dining room door and called come in. Jeannette entered and bowed her head gently. "Master, I have a request from the slaves."

"OK, what is it?"

"First, I've invited Suzanne to come to the dayroom with us after clean up. I thought that we should give her some perks on her last night here, since she's going to be coming and going so often." Jeannette said.

Devon considered and shrugged. "One night, not a precedent, but sure. I'll go along with that." 

"Secondly Master, the slaves would like to watch movies, on TV, and use some of Chef's popcorn, and have asked for soft drinks to go with the popcorn." Jeannette explained.

Devon smiled thinly. "I presume they'll also want mints on their pillows and breakfast in bed?" 

Jeannette smiled warmly knowing Master Devon was joking. "I don't think so Master, but I can check."

Ann chuckled. "Devon, approve it. Give the girls a night of movies, giggles, and soda."

Devon frowned seriously and shrugged. "You heard Mistress Ann, Oh and Jeannette, pay per view is authorized for tonight." 

Jeannette smiled her understanding. Master was giving the girls a night off, after last night, and the shocks of Geneva being beaten. He was letting them just be girls tonight, no games, no lifestyle, no discipline, just girls giggling and being girls. "Yes Master. I'll see that clean up is done first." 

"Ok, let them stay up a while tonight. Push wake up back to seven fifteen, and then straight to breakfast. After breakfast, prepare Suzanne for her Master, make up and clothing. Crystal to the kitchen, Geneva to admin, you and Diane to help Suzanne." Devon rose and said. "If there is nothing else, I thought I'd retire with a good book."

Rebecca stood and followed him out of the dining room and the rest of the trainers were gone in a minute. Getting out of the way so the slaves could clean up, and then relax. 

The girls flew through clean up and started to get noisy as they made the popcorn and grabbed an arm full of cokes to take upstairs. They talked loudly about nothing as they entered the dayroom and all flopped onto the couches and chairs and finally after much debate settled on a pay per view movie. 

Ann listened to them and shook her head. Last night, they were woken with the shock of one of their friends being hurt severely. Tonight, they were giggling like schoolgirls and eating popcorn and having a good time. They were resilient, but they wanted the touchstone of civilization, of sanity, before they dove headfirst into the slave lifestyle again. It was so completely normal, so completely understandable, that it was almost a surprise. 

She knocked on Devon's door and was invited in. Devon was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, obviously dressed for bed. "They seem to be having a good time." 

Devon listened for a moment and heard a roar of laughter come from the dayroom. "Yes, and it's just what they needed. A normal night, no masters, just peers and comradery." 

"So tomorrow they are back to the grind, refreshed, and feeling a bit better about life, and Geneva's incident. Then you give them an extreme bondage day, and extreme sex, and get them back into the mindset of slaves?" 

Devon nodded. "It's perfect, but I didn't plan it. They did most of it." 

Ann glanced down the hall. "I don't know that I'll ever really understand them Devon, not really as well as you and the rest do." 

"Sure you do Ann, you just don't know you do. It was your suggestion to give them this." 

"No, I suggested we acquiesce to their request." Ann said. 

"Sometimes, the leader has to follow the crowd, and that's all we did tonight. We followed the crowd. Tomorrow, we'll lead them to where we want, and they'll thank us." Devon said smiling slightly.

"I still don't believe we're planning multiple gang bangs tomorrow." Ann said shaking her head. 

"Do you think they'll object?" Devon asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ann shook her head. "No I don't think they'll object. It's just kind of surprising is all."

Devon shook his head. "It's time. That's all. Make sure to pick out a good strap on tomorrow, I want you to pound Crystal until she forgets how to talk." 

Ann shook her head. "God, this place will drive me insane sooner or later."

"Good night Mistress Ann." Devon said formally.

"Good night Master Devon." Ann replied in mock formality as she closed his door and returned to her room with sounds of laughter echoing down the hallway. The slaves were certainly having a good time.

Suzanne went back to her own sleeping room in the training wing, while Diane snuggled up next to Geneva. "Mistress Rebecca said we were to make sure you weren't alone, so you're not alone."

Geneva smiled and settled down to get some sleep. The pain pills worked for the most part, the rub was sinus's. They were swollen and she always felt like she needed to blow her nose, and activity that was horribly painful. The pills took the edge off, not strong enough to kill the pain, just enough to make it tolerable. 

Jeannette woke at seven fifteen as her alarm jarred her awake. The dayroom would certainly need a good cleaning today to get the popcorn out of the cushions of the couch and the chairs. She hustled down to find Master Devon dressed and sitting in his room. "Good morning Master."

"Good morning Jeannette. Just as we discussed. Breakfast and then clean up. Suzanne is going home, so let's get her cleaned up and dressed. Brandon indicated that a presentation would not be warranted every month." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

"After clean up I want Geneva in admin and you in with Diane helping get Suzanne ready. Light cleaning today otherwise. I'll talk to you later about the plans for after lunch." Devon said as if still considering the matter.

"Yes Master. Geneva to admin. Crystal goes to the Kitchen?"

Devon nodded. "That's it. Light day today. If you're all good this morning, and my dayroom gets cleaned up before lunch, I may have to think of a reward for you all." Devon said absently.

"Yes Master. I'll see to the Dayroom personally." Jeannette promised. 

Devon nodded. "All right Jeannette, that's all for now. Get them to breakfast, and then get them cleaned up and ready."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said bowing her head and then heading quickly out of the room to get started.

Devon headed to breakfast himself meeting the other trainers there. "Good morning everyone, how are we feeling today?"

He got the usual acknowledgement. "Andre, how are you? Bruise healed enough?"

"I'm ok Devon, another day would have been welcome, but I can manage." Andre admitted.

Devon nodded. "We talked about today last night, the plan remains the same. This morning I'm going to visit the Sheriff. Ann take charge while I'm gone. Rebecca check on the preparations for Suzanne, Andre and Thomas, stay loose and available. Hang out in admin and give the girls time to clean the dayroom."

Breakfast finished quickly after that and Devon headed towards town to speak with the Sheriff and the Detective. Upon his return he found Ann lounging in his office on the couch and Geneva in the admin area wiping things down. 

"Devon, how went the meeting with the Sheriff?"

"Acceptably." Devon admitted. "Matt is still in custody, the extent of the injuries and his lack of any restraint in the attack have led the prosecutor to ask for Felony Charges. Matt is being represented by the Public Defenders office, and has an attorney assigned to him. Apparently he is still claiming that Master won't allow this to happen to him." Devon said.

"So he's not denying anything?" Ann asked surprised.

Devon shook his head. "Nope, he claims it was part of my grand plan to give him Jeannette's slot." Devon said sadly. "The Detective told me that he had spoken with Mistress Domina, real name is Amanda Martinez by the way, and she said Matt wanted to hear how he was the best slave, before, during and especially after the sessions. She complied, because he was paying her." 

Ann groaned and shook her head. "She didn't realize she was furthering his delusion?"

"I don't think she cared." Devon said simply.

"Great. What else did the deputies have to say?" Ann asked next.

"Not much. Matt is in solitary, apparently they're afraid he might cause some problems in the jail. The medical reports of Geneva were there already, and didn't need anything from me. I quickly deduced that I was not really wanted there, and if I got the hint properly, I would be best doing everyone a favor by going away, and not coming back, unless they wanted me." Devon admitted as he sat behind his desk. 

Ann chuckled. "Yeah, cops don't like it when outsiders seem to be questioning them." She considered for a moment. "You don't think Matt is going to push for a trial do you? I mean, make us all get up and testify?"

Devon frowned. "If he does, then by God we as good citizens of this fine state will testify." 

"Devon, they'll make Geneva take the stand, and make us all answer questions we're not happy about having in public." 

Devon looked at Ann and shook his head. "I won't let him get away with this Ann. I won't. No one can embarrass me. No one can make me feel humiliated. I am what I was meant to be, a trainer. This was my destiny, and I think you'll find Geneva feels the same way. The problem with Geneva wouldn't be if she'd testify. The problem would be keeping her focused on the questions instead of her reaction to humiliation." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 19



Ann blinked at him and burst out laughing. "Oh God. I can see it now, right in the middle of testifying, Geneva begs to be allowed to Masturbate." 

Devon shrugged. "It's possible." He raised his voice. "Geneva, could you come in here please, I know you heard all that."

Geneva entered sheepishly and kept her head down. "Yes Master?"

"Would you object to testifying about the attack, if Matt forced a trial?"

"No Master." 

Ann couldn't help but smile. Devon nodded. "Geneva, have I ever told you how pleased I was with you as a slave?"

"Yes Master, several times."

"Geneva, I would be just as pleased with you, if you felt that testifying was too difficult, too embarrassing. In this, I want to support and assist you, not command you." Devon said with obvious sincerity.

Geneva nodded. "I understand Master."

Devon nodded. "That's all, and don't listen too closely to the Masters, we sometimes just joke around."

"Yes Master." Geneva said and turned to go out to the outer office.

Ann shook her head. "I wonder about you sometimes, I really do."

Devon shrugged. "How is Suzanne coming?"

"Fine last time I checked, about an hour ago. She was waxed, buffed, and they were doing make up." Ann explained. "I think Rebecca was leaning towards a torture chastity belt, but I could be mistaken."

"You must have been, those aren't patented yet." Devon said mock serious. "I should go and check on that, while you keep Geneva company." 

Devon left the office and went upstairs where he found Suzanne ready for her Master, whenever he would arrive. Before lunch was all anyone really knew. Suzanne understood her duty was to be ready, and she was prepared to wait as long as he wished her to.

Rebecca was chatting with the girls fairly familiarly. "Devon, we were just having some girl talk." Rebecca said with a grin. 

Devon understood instantly. Rebecca was sucking the girls in. Jeannette and Diane especially were the subject of the misdirection, the misinformation campaign. Making them think that after Suzanne left, they would again have a day of relaxed attitudes and behavior. They would be in for a hell of a surprise. "That's fine Rebecca, I was just walking around, and decided to pop in. Ready to go Suzanne?"

"Yes Master." Suzanne said smiling. "I've really enjoyed it here, well most of it. That thing with Matt was screwy." 

"Yeah, well apparently Matt is screwy." Devon said sourly. "It's over now, and we're picking up the pieces, putting things together, and moving along."

"Yes Master." Suzanne agreed. "Mistress Rebecca said I might get a blanket or perhaps even a bed when I return."

"I see Rebecca is getting generous these days." Devon said slightly mockingly. "We'll look at it Suzanne, I don't think it will spoil you, you've been doing this far too long for that."

Suzanne smiled in appreciation of the compliment. "Thank you Master."

Geneva's voice broke in. "Master, the gate just called, Master Brandon is here." 

Devon answered into his watch. "Good Geneva, thank you. We'll be down in a minute." 

"It's time Suzanne, and Jeannette I think you have some chores to see about." Rebecca said standing up.

"Yes Mistress, come on Diane, we've got a dayroom to clean." Jeannette said and departed for the staff wing. 

Devon almost smiled in anticipation of the reaction of the girls. They would not be expecting this afternoon's activity. Devon actually felt himself start to stiffen as he imagined the reactions of the participants. 

Andre was reading "A World Undone" and shaking his head. "Thomas, have you read this?"

Thomas looked at the cover and shook his head frowning. "I'm not getting into a book that thick."

"It's fascinating. The amount of stupidity that was institutionalized in the armies of World War One boggles the imagination. Year after year, battle after battle, they threw lives and then more lives into the grinder." Andre remarked astounded. 

"Yeah, I know there were something like a million killed in that war." Thomas said.

"Try something like ten million Thomas." Andre corrected.

"What? That's the population of New York isn't it?"

"Yeah, and Thomas, they lost that many people in four years." Andre said tapping the book. "I can't believe the institutional stupidity. It's like an original thought and a cold drink of water would have killed them." 

"Jesus what were they doing?" Thomas asked shocked.

"They charged into machine guns across open fields, time and time again. Over and over they did it. In one battle, over three days, the French lost three hundred thousand dead and wounded. The General said that they could have won that and broken through if they had another fifty thousand troops." Andre said shaking his head. 

Thomas shook his head in astonishment. "You have got to be kidding me."

"About what?" Devon asked from the doorway.

"Andre was reading that book, and telling me about it." Thomas explained.

"World War One, the dedication to the alter of stupidity." Andre explained.

Devon looked at the cover. He shook his head. "Thomas, start with the Guns of August, it's in its fortieth year, and still a truly inspired book." 

"Devon, did they really charge into machine guns like that?" Thomas asked. 

Devon nodded. "The French called it Nerve, or guts. They wanted spirited men. They insisted on going to war wearing red pants. It was absolute madness." He shook his head sadly. "If I ever get like that, so fixated on a single idea, that I am that closed minded, somebody put me out of my misery." 

Andre chuckled. "What can I do for you boss?" 

Devon shrugged. "Suzanne is on her way home with her owner. The girls are upstairs or otherwise employed. Is everything ready for after lunch?"

Andre and Thomas indicated it was. 

"Then lunch is our final meet gents." He glanced to make sure Geneva wasn't listening. Lowering his voice he continued. "Surprise them, shock them, and possess them. They need it. They need it desperately." 

Andre quietly asked. "Geneva?"

"She's too battered for a good time. Instead, I'm going to have her put a show on at dinner." Devon said smiling wickedly. 

"I bet she really enjoys that Devon." Thomas said with his own smile.

"I wouldn't doubt it one bit." Andre agreed. 

Jeannette and Diane were cleaning the staff wing when Diane asked the question burning in her mind. "Jeannette, what's going on today?"

"Master said to clean the dayroom, if it was good enough, he might have something for us after lunch." Jeannette replied.

"What do you think that means?" Diane asked.

Jeannette shrugged. "I don't know, perhaps an afternoon off, or something. They're being very familiar to let us know that what happened to Geneva was a fluke, something they didn't expect to happen, and they're sorry about letting one of us get hurt."

"It's just kind of strange I guess. So you think they're going to do something for us this afternoon?" 

Jeannette shrugged. "Master will do what he wishes." 

Diane thought about that for a moment while she wiped down one of the coffee tables. "That's true, after all we belong to them." 

"Exactly Diane, and that's all there is to know." Jeannette agreed. 

Geneva hadn't spent enough time in admin before to know if the whispering between Master's was normal, or not. She assumed it was, they were like Officers in the Army, and the Officers often had discussions they didn't want the enlisted people to know about. This was probably the same thing, and when Master decided to let them know, he would.

Devon returned to his office and closed the door. He picked up the phone and called Dominique. After filling her in on his morning. He began to outline the afternoon and evening plans.

"Devon, do you think that's what they really need?" Dominique asked after Devon outlined the plan.

"Dominique, they're tired, that's a given. There's two ways to go with this. Soft, give them an afternoon off, let discipline go right out the window, and then before the next clients arrive, we clamp down on them and get them back in line." Devon said. "Then there's the hard way, we take them tie them up, give them a half dozen orgasms each, and put them to bed sore as hell, but with a grin on their faces that would take a team of doctors a week to remove."

Dominique considered. "You're closer to them than I am, and the hard plan does sound more in keeping with the image of the slaves from the books." 

"I think it's just what they need." Devon concluded.

"OK, it's your show Devon, just try not to break them."

"I have Jeannette going downstairs with Andre, extreme bondage, flogging, and extreme sexual activity. I have Thomas and Rebecca taking Diane. Moderate Bondage, some pain tolerance testing, and for her extreme sexual activity."

"Geneva's on light duty, so Crystal?" Dominique asked.

"Geneva's going to put on a show for us at dinner, and Crystal will spend the evening with Mistress Ann and I." Devon said simply. 

"Makes me want to come for dinner." Dominique said thoughtfully.

"Then come along, I don't think Andre is up to working Jeannette after dinner, so they can do a quick clean up, and then Jeannette can take your edge off." Devon said simply.

"It's been a while since she's had that kind of a day." Dominique said thoughtfully. "I'll do it, I'll be there for Dinner Devon. Formal dinner I presume?"

"Not unless I want to buy new dishes. Two of them will be fucked silly already, with more fucking to come." Devon said. 

Dominique laughed. "You are working them over today aren't you. Fine, I'll be there later." 

"See you then Boss." Devon said hanging up.

Dominique checked her schedule to insure she didn't have a planned meeting to disrupt the idea of an evening at the Academy. Nothing planned for tonight. She returned a call to Houston to speak with another potential client. Dominique explained the type of training at the Academy, and explained that for novice slaves, which a vast majority of so called experienced slaves really were by our standards, the training was rather extreme.

"The question I have Dominique, is can it be even more extreme? The slave in question, I believe she can endure more than you've described." Sarah explained.

Dominique considered for a moment. "We're able to tailor the training to any level of ability of the slave. We push them as fast as they can go. We back off only when we want to make sure they don't waste the training. In other words, an exhausted trainee will learn very little, and will retain only a fraction of the training. That means additional training the next day is lost, while we retrain the individual at tasks from yesterday."

Sarah hesitated for a moment. "What I'm trying to learn is if you are able to really make it extreme. I want to know if you can humiliate, and I mean degrade the individual, to make the ideal, the fantasy of submission a reality while there?" 

Dominique hesitated herself. "Perhaps we should lay our cards on the table Ms. Miller, I don't know what we're discussing. We're not a torture shop, there are people who do that type of activity, we're more of a training facility."

"I understand that, but the word is that you're also the most advanced practitioners of Bondage and Domination in the world." Sarah explained.

"What exactly do you want to happen to your slave?" Dominique asked.

Sarah hesitated and looked around her to insure her office was empty. "I want the slave to experience literally everything possible during twenty days at your academy. I want to know that my slave has had every degrading, humiliating, and submissive experience known to man, and any that you may know about but have never spoken about." 

Dominique considered. This was a very strange request. "I think you'll find our curriculum is about as much as most people can endure." 

Sarah took a deep breath. "I want more for my slave. I want three weeks in hell, and I want her to know what it was like to live like that when she returns to me. I want her to get fucked by as many people as you can line up. I want her to be humiliated beyond description, and I want her to be tortured to the limit of human endurance. I want her punished so badly that she never misbehaves again." 

Dominique hesitated. "That's a lot. We're not really in the punishment business. The type of experience you're asking for is a bit outside of our procedures, and would in fact, exceed our charter."

"You don't understand, I really need this to happen." Sarah said.

Dominique suddenly saw something. She had caught the inference in the conversation now. "Ms. Miller, perhaps if you told me your slaves name?"

Sarah hesitated. "Is that really important?"

"Ms. Miller. When I called, I got you directly. I'm assuming this is your personal cell phone right?" Dominique said as she tapped the name Sarah Miller into her computer search window.

"Yes. I didn't want this going through the business lines. What does that matter?"

Dominique glanced at the screen and clicked on two of the links opening two new windows. "It doesn't really, I was just curious about it is all. You speak like you're used to getting your own way, that would suggest that you're an executive." Dominique said casually as she rapidly digested the information on the screen. 

"Again, that is not pertinent to the conversation. Can you do this or not." Sarah asked.

"Ms. Miller, it must be difficult rising to the level of Vice President of the World Oil Corporation at such a young age." Dominique began. "It would imply that you clawed your way over the bodies of your enemies, either that or you slept your way to the top, which seems unlikely given that according to this profile of women in power for Tick Tock magazine, which suggests that you were the bitch witch of the company." 

Sarah sucked in air, and then almost hung up before returning the phone to her ear. "How did you find that out about me so fast?" 

"I did a search of news articles while we talked Ms. Miller. It's useful to know something about clients, their likes, dislikes, other subtle information that may be enlightening." Dominique's voice had lost the sales edge, and now carried a more dangerous edge. Something along the lines of her domination voice was carried through the phone.

Sarah swallowed. She had been profiled, the same was she profiled someone who she had an important meeting with. "It is useful, at times."

"I don't see any articles indicating that you spend time with another woman, so I see only two possibilities." Dominique began on the path of her dangerous gamble. "Either you have an affair going on with someone in your office, which seems unlikely given how you must have started rumors about competition in the office to bypass the senior people whom you worked for or with." 

"I'm not involved with anyone in this office." Sarah said defiantly. "And I resent the hell out of your suggestion that I am." 

"That leaves possibility two." Dominique said without any sign of apology. "That is that you are submissive deep down inside, you fantasize about it. You dream about it at night. It is completely at odds with your professional persona, so you've tried to ignore it, and tried to walk away from it. Now, you want to be so humiliated, degraded, and demeaned that you are able to once and for all lay it behind you and concentrate on your career." 

Sarah sat with her mouth open in shock. Her mind was blank. Her face burned red, and only one question kept repeating itself in her mind, and she gave it voice. "How?"

"I've been doing this a very long time my dear. Your request won't work by the way. Nothing you do will quiet the desire deep within you. You want to be possessed, not humiliated. The experience will make it impossible for you to just walk away." Dominique said simply. 

Sarah swallowed hard and said. "It has to work. I can't do that, be submissive to anyone, not around here. They would find out, and I'd be out the door before the initial burst of laughter died down."

Dominique considered. "I can speak to Devon, I'm having dinner with him tonight. I'll leave early, and speak to him about this, and I'll be in touch in a few days with our decision." 

"If it's money, I can pay the normal rate perhaps even a premium rate." Sarah said. 

"Oh, you'll pay for our time. We're the best, and like Royals Royce, we charge a lot for our efforts." Dominique said with the same dominant edge. "I'll get you at this number, and let you know in a few days Sarah." 

"Thank you." Sarah said and hung up. She felt tight in her stomach, fear had her heart pounding in her chest. She forced a swallow down, and then reached for her coffee cup, and found her hand shaking. If Dominique was that good, good enough to see through her in a few minutes of phone conversation, how good were the rest of them? 

The answer was obvious, and it was all over the web now. They were the best, some were claiming to be as good, even better. They were universally denounced as braggarts, and eventually dropped their claims. No one from the Academy ever posted. The closest was a statement by Sub Crystal. They had no web page, and they had no listing in the Yellow Pages. 

Sarah had gone the extreme length of calling the club where Devon was rumored to hang out from time to time. She had asked them to take a message for Devon, and ask him to call her at this number. The Club de Sade wasn't thrilled with taking messages for members, but the Academy bunch were VIP members, and could afford the fees that membership entailed. 

Sarah had contacted the Academy, and now the question was would they help get this demon out of her? What if Dominique was right, and going only made the Demon stronger? Sarah wanted to believe that this was her answer, to allow her to focus all her energy again on what really mattered, on unseating the Executive Vice President, and getting within striking distance of the Board of Directors. 



The Vassal Academy Ch. 20



Geneva squirmed in her seat and suddenly worried about leaking on the chair. She was damp, and she was getting good and wet, and soon she'd be leaking all over the leather of Jeannette's chair. That was humiliating, and of course, her mortification fed her arousal. She went to the stack of folded slave shirts, and grabbed one. She wasn't told to wear it, she put it on the seat of the chair and sat down. The stack was there to be used in case of official visitors, when nude slaves would make the situation more difficult. 

Diane was almost beyond the ability to think. The humiliation she felt when Mistress Rebecca had allowed her to come, well challenged her was a better term. "Slave, if you want to come, I want you to suck my cock, love it like you do the rest of the Masters." Rebecca had told her. Diane had sucked on it, licking and suckling on the rubber dildo, tasting her own most intimate fluids, and had actually moaned in pleasure as Master Thomas fucked her from behind. 

Diane was rapidly losing her sense of here and now, totally overwhelmed by the sensations, the pain, pleasure, smells and sounds, the touches, pinches, slaps and everything conspired to overwhelm her to the point of detachment.

Rebecca had backed away, letting Diane grunt and moan, gasp and shudder in pure pleasure. She had seen it before, Diane was in a zone, almost but not quite subspace. It was euphoric, and it was intoxicating. Soon Diane would start a series of orgasms that would end only when she passed out. 

Thomas fucked harder, faster, driving himself into the girl. Her ass and back were criss crossed with thin pink welts. The whips, floggers, and crops having left her skin burning, hot to the touch. 

Rebecca decided that Diane was nearly ready, and stood back to allow Thomas to finish. He was close, the sweat on his brow, the furrow of concentration, the feeling of animal lust that rolled off of him was almost palpable. Diane was driving back now, pushing harder, demanding more without words, her body following her desire to couple, to mate, to fuck wildly, with absolute abandon. 

Thomas ejaculated deeply into Diane, growling from deep within as his orgasm pulsed from within. Rebecca waited another moment, and as Thomas withdrew she stepped around and used the multi tailed flogger on Diane's sex. Slapping and whipping just hard enough to cause mild pain, but not enough to harm her. 

Diane had felt master come, and was just starting to catch her breath when the blows to her sex started. She cried out in pain, and then the pain twisted within her, turning to pleasure, and she cried out in absolute joy. She pushed back, demanding more, and she got it. Her pussy was whipped for a long time, she almost came, then just after what turned out to be the last blow landed, sending Diane to another pain turning to pleasure height, Rebecca shoved the dildo into Diane, and she came again. 

She couldn't ask for permission, she was too far gone. Too far beyond her training, into pure instinctive pursuit of pleasure. Her animal brain was in control, and it wasn't a slave, it was the animal that exists within each of us. 

Rebecca saw the girl orgasm and grinned in delight. Diane had taken to this better than hoped, demonstrating that much like Jeannette, she was a pure slave, pure sexual animal barely contained beneath an obedient surface. Diane turned the pain into pleasure, and the pain drove her to even more intense heights of pleasure. This orgasm simply put, consumed her, straining every fiber of her being, her body pulling at her bindings, muscles straining to contract, to grasp, to pull and push all at once.

Diane slowly came to her senses after the mind shattering orgasm. She felt a hand gently stroking her back and she opened her eyes to find Mistress Rebecca smiling down at her. "I see our slave is back with us Thomas, perhaps now that she's had her fun, she'll let me have my fun."

Before Diane could answer she felt Master Thomas releasing her leaden limbs. Hands seemed to come from everywhere to jostle and position her on the table. Her nipple clamps were removed, and Diane gasped in pain as the blood returned to the sensitive flesh. Diane was still not quite herself, her limbs were leaden, and felt like they weighed several tons. She tried to help do whatever the Masters wanted, but she couldn't seem to coordinate her movements correctly. Diane was next bound on her back, her legs up and out of the way, giving access to her sex to anyone who wanted it. Her arms and wrists were secured as she lay face up on the table. 

Rebecca stuck the Dildo gag into Diane's mouth, but this one also had a large Dildo sticking out, held in place by the gag. Rebecca leaned down to look at Diane's confused expression over it. "This slave, is for my pleasure. I expect you to please me with it. If you don't, I'll be very angry, and have to punish you severely." 

Rebecca then climbed up on the table and straddled Diane's face, sliding the dildo deep within her own grasping pussy. "Oh, you have a nice cock slave." Rebecca told her.

As Rebecca began to slide herself up and down the shaft of the Dildo sticking out of the gag in Diane's mouth, Thomas slid a Vibrator deep inside Diane's pussy before activating it. This one had a shaft that vibrated, and spun beads within Diane. The result was Diane twitching and jerking in pleasure, straining against the bonds, and at the same time, pleasuring Mistress Rebecca who straddled her face, literally.

Jeannette felt her fifth orgasm subside, and she tried to catch her breath. Master was trying to kill her, that was obvious, he kept driving her up, higher and higher, and then when she could take no more, he would shove her over to a screaming climax. Then he would do it again. 

Andre removed the Vibrator from Jeannette, and inserted his own length. He began to pound into her, and then activated the vibrator and held it's humming tip to the clit ring as he slid in and out in the ages old rhythm of all nature's creatures. Jeannette couldn't believe he was going to get another out of her. She was sore, her ass hurt from the plug and now he was only just starting to fuck her. Jeannette knew from experience that if Master Andre wished, he could last an hour, she only hoped he didn't wish that today, she couldn't take that much more fucking before she died. 

Andre saw her twitching in pleasure, and knew she was tired. Jeannette had given up five big orgasms, and that would have been enough to exhaust anyone, and now he was going to milk at least one, perhaps two more before he allowed himself to finish. Perhaps one more, his balls still ached where Ann had dropped him like a rock a couple days ago.

Ann was in the shadows of the basement, watching through the doorway as Jeannette took more abuse than she could have imagined possible, and still didn't give her safe word. Jeannette had been beaten, forced into several orgasms, screamed in pain, in pleasure, and in relief. Still Andre forced more from her, as though sucking every bit of passion out of her. 

Ann turned and walked silently down the basement, coming up through the Kitchen past a grinning Crystal who wore signs of arousal like a beacon. Ann hesitated and decided it was time for a bit of the Bitch. She turned and walked to Crystal as though appraising her. "Master Devon said I could join him tonight, with you." 

Crystal stood almost trembling. She felt Mistress looking her up and down, and watched her walk around and then stop right in front of Crystal. Ann reached out to one of Crystal's pert nipples which poked out wantonly. "I suppose I could amuse myself with you tonight. I just don't think you have enough stamina for both Master Devon and me." 

Crystal swallowed hard. She wasn't sure either. "I'll do whatever I can Mistress."

Ann leaned closer almost whispering directly into Crystal's ear. "You had better, or I will be very disappointed. Do you know what I do to slaves who disappoint me?"

"No Mistress." Crystal said honestly.

"I torment them all the next day, and sometimes the day after. Perhaps a nipple chain all day long, perhaps a butt plug, perhaps the torture belt. It's hard to say what I'll do, I would suggest you try very hard to please me." Ann said as she lightly pinched Crystal's nipple. 

Crystal's breath was hot, sweat was starting to form along her neck and hairline. "Please Mistress, let me service you, I'll be good I swear." 

"Oh, you will? We will see. Later, you have work first slave." Ann said in her husky bedroom voice.

Crystal almost trembled in frustration and arousal as she went back to preparing the things Chef had told her to before he came to make dinner. 

Jeannette screamed her sixth orgasm out as the combinations again overwhelmed her. Master Andre pulled his cock out of her cunt and walked around to her mouth, Jeannette didn't need to be told, she began sucking it happily. She sucked his length back to her throat, and then swallowed it's length. She felt him start to pulse, and she didn't move, allowing him to shoot his load down her throat straight to her belly. Her lungs burned for air, but she still didn't make a move. Her eyes watered and she started to twitch, her body demanding air, her lungs aching for it. As Andre withdrew himself she gasped for breath as soon as he cleared her throat. 

As Diane came again, Rebecca joined her, the bouncing and jerking of the dildo enough to get her over the edge. Thomas smiled and removed the vibrator. "Well Rebecca, do you think she's earned a rest?"

Rebecca nodded as she moved off of Diane's face. "I think so, but I'm also pretty sure I want to spend some more time with her after dinner." 

Diane heard all of this through a fog. She was tired, and she ached right down to the bone. She breathed rapidly, and as Mistress removed the gag, she thanked them both. "Mistress, Master, thank you for training me."

Thomas grinned at Rebecca. "We have an hour or so until dinner Slave. Take some time, catch your breath. After dinner clean up, come to my room. I think we want some more time with you." 

Diane almost groaned. She couldn't believe that there was more in store for her. As she was released from the bindings, she closed her legs and found her pussy sore. It had been fucked roughly for a very long time, and she hurt. 

Jeannette walked into the Slave Dining hall and collapsed onto the bench closest to the water cooler. She took a glass from the tray and filled it with cold water and quickly drank it down. She refilled the glass and sat staring at it. She hurt, all over. Her pussy ached, her clit was almost numb from the vibrator, her ass felt like she had just endured the marathon test again. Her nipples were sore as hell. 

Crystal stuck her head in the room and smiled. "Hey Jeannette, how are you?"

"Sore." Jeannette said slouched on the bench. "I think they're about done with Diane, so she'll be here in a minute or two."

"Master Devon took me and Geneva down to see you. God almighty, do they do that to you very often?" Crystal said taking a seat next to her. 

Jeannette shook her head. "Not very often."

"Are the orgasms as good as it looked from where I was?" Crystal asked grinning.

Jeannette turned her head to look at Crystal and shook her head. She was smiling slightly as she said. "You're incorrigible you know that? When I was your age I wasn't dreaming of being whipped and fucked silly."

Crystal shrugged good-naturedly. "So you got started later, not my fault." 

Jeannette sighed and said. "It depends. The orgasms intensity depends on a lot of factors, how long you were denied, how many of your zones are being worked, and how much pain/pleasure you're dealing with." 

"Looked good from where I was." Crystal said again.

"Do me a favor, find Geneva, in person, and ask her to bring a bottle of Motrin in here. I think Diane could use some too." Jeannette said stretching her back slightly. "I'd rather not have it on the radio."

"OK Jeannette, no problem." Crystal agreed cheerfully. 

"Kids." Jeannette grumped as Crystal bounced away. 

Diane slunk into the dining hall and sat next to Jeannette after getting a glass of water. "Jesus, did they do you like that too?"

Jeannette nodded. "I saw them releasing you as I passed by. Master Andre had me downstairs." 

Diane looked at Jeannette for a moment and then giggled a bit. "Ok, who would have thought this was the reward for us." 

Jeannette smiled, and then chuckled softly. "I asked Crystal to round up Geneva and ask her for some Motrin, I think we're going to need it." 

"I do, that's for sure. Mistress Rebecca said I was to report after dinner for round two." Diane said as she leaned her head on her hand. 

Jeannette smiled. "Master Andre didn't give me those orders. I think he's still too sore from his accident." 

Diane snickered. "Want to take my place?"

Jeannette shook her head. "Master got a half dozen out of me this afternoon. I thought he might fuck me to death."

"I blacked out from my last one." Diane admitted. "I've never been fucked like that for so long before in my life."

Jeannette nodded. "I know what you mean." 

Geneva hustled in and put two pills before each girl. "Here you go." 

"Crystal said you saw our activity." Jeannette said after swallowing the pills. 

Geneva nodded. "I did. Master has me putting a show on at dinner." 

Diane looked at Jeannette and asked the obvious question. "What the hell is going on?"

Crystal bounced back in from the Kitchen. "Chef says we can chill in there if you want to."

Jeannette wearily stood up. "I don't know Diane, but I have to admit, any edge I had, has been removed."

Diane considered this for a moment as she stood too. "Mine too, granted, but Jesus, out of nowhere."

Geneva nodded. "Master said I would do that, but am still out of action from this." She pointed at her nose and eyes.

Crystal turned the radio up. "God I love this song."

"Keep it down." Jeannette said seriously. She used her right hand to rub her left shoulder, it was starting to stiffen up, and the massage didn't seem to be helping. Perhaps the Motrin she took would soon.

Crystal rolled her eyes and turned the radio down. "OK."

The four girls chatted in the kitchen. Jeannette learned that Mistress Ann and Master Devon were going to use Crystal after dinner. "I get it now."

"What?" Diane asked.

"They're telling us how much we mean to them, by wearing us out sexually." Geneva explained. "I figured it out earlier."

Jeannette nodded. "Diane, tell me you don't feel loved, like you're the center of attention."

Diane considered for a moment and then admitted. "Ok, I do."

"Tell me your sore cunt doesn't feel really good right now." Crystal said leering at Diane. "Tell me it doesn't feel really satisfying." 

Diane rolled her eyes and looked at Jeannette. "What is with her?"

"I think she's horny." Jeannette said. "I bet she feels different later."

Crystal grinned. "I hope so." 

In the Admin area, Devon was in his office with Dominique. "So Sarah wants us to use her so badly, that she never again has the desire to submit?"

"That's it Devon, she wants not only extreme, but extremely extreme." Dominique confirmed.

Devon frowned. "Dangerous."

"For her, and us." Dominique confirmed.

"More for her." Devon said considering. "We can't kill or permanently scar her. So our options are fairly limited. It would be manpower intensive, and the obvious danger is that it doesn't work." 

"If we fail to silence the desire however, then we look incompetent." Dominique elaborated.

Devon considered for a moment and took a sip of coffee. "Not really. I doubt she'd advertise the fact to anyone, as close to the vest as she's playing this." 

"Devon, are you really considering doing this?" Dominique said. "I told her I'd talk to you, and would get back to her in a few days. I figured we'd tell her we're not in the fantasy business."

"I like the idea of sixty thousand dollars income for three weeks of torturing her." Devon admitted. "I also like the challenge."

Dominique shook her head. "The challenge is impossible Devon."

"Sure it is. Short of scarring her mentally, there is no way to do this. However, I wonder how deep her desire to submit really is, and how deep her humiliation limit is." Devon said softly considering.

Dominique looked at him. "You know you'll fail to live up to her desire, to break her free of her subconscious submission, what are you thinking?"

Devon pursed his lips in thought. His eyes were glazed over as he considered. "What if our failure works to her advantage?"

"Devon, she's a Vice President of a major Corporation. Being a slave isn't in the cards for her, it's impossible." 

"Really?" Devon asked innocently. "Why couldn't she play at home with a Husband? Out of sight of others, privacy of her own home kind of thing." 

Dominique stared at Devon with wide eyes. "Now you want to open a dating service?"

Devon shrugged. "Perhaps she has her eye on someone already, and if this submissive tendency she's finally giving into is as deep-seated as she says, wouldn't the male in question be dominant by nature? Assuming that her submissive side was applied to the decision making process."

Dominique shook her head. "I forgot how you love a good challenge. Devon. This is way outside of our charter." 

"I know, but I wonder if we aren't limiting ourselves too much?" 

"Devon, you can't turn this into a fantasy camp." Dominique insisted. 

Devon shrugged. "We can call what we're doing to her as training. We'll train her while we're humiliating and degrading her." 

Dominique sighed. "I'll send you the file on her, let me know what you think after you've looked at it." 

Devon smiled disarmingly. "Dominique, I thought you would be happy that I'm not rejecting this out of hand."

Dominique snorted. "Devon I expected you to laugh and declare it impractical, if not impossible. Instead you tell me you might be able to do it, and if you fail, you give her the eye opening experience you think she'll need to be a happily married sex slave."

Devon shrugged. "I feel like we should consider earning the money. I'm making no promises, nor am I predicting success. I'm just saying we should consider the matter and discuss it."

Dominique rolled her eyes. "Ok, fine. I'll give you the contact information and the info I've gotten so far."

Devon smiled in his charming manner. "Shall we head to dinner now Boss?"

Dominique nodded. "Sure. I'm hungry, I only had a light lunch and the cooks in town just don't seem to do what Chef does with the same dishes."

"He is a very good cook." Devon agreed. 

At Dinner Devon started quickly. "Ok, no real business discussions, tonight is about pleasure."

"Diane and Jeannette are about pleasured out Devon, Diane blacked out after her last one." Rebecca said with a wicked grin.

"Jeannette gave me six biggies, so she's pretty ragged too." Andre said.

"I'm thinking of taking Jeannette after dinner." Dominique said. "I may give her one more, but I'm not feeling very generous. She'll have to work to get any pleasure from me." 

Andre chuckled. He raised his glass in a salute towards Dominique. 

"Put her in the torture belt if nothing else, make her squirm and shimmy while she works on you." Rebecca said with the same wicked smile.

"Diane is with you and Thomas again Rebecca." Devon continued. "Geneva is going to put on a performance for us, so that is everyone."

Geneva had eaten early, in order to be ready as instructed by Master Devon, to put on a show. She sat and squirmed in the slave-dining hall. Jeannette ate and kept looking up when Geneva would squirm. "Jesus Geneva, settle down, they'll call you when they're ready." Jeannette told her.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 20



"Mistress Dominique is here, and I'm just nervous is all." Geneva said trying to remain still. She quivered on the inside, desperate to please Master, desperate to come. 

Diane finished her meal and sighed. "Just relax Geneva, they'll call you sooner or later." 

Crystal finished her meal as well. "Gotta get started on clean up gang." 

"She is anxious tonight isn't she?" Diane said smiling.

"Damn right she is." Geneva said huffily. 

The radios came to life and Master Devon's voice came from the four speakers. "Geneva, come to the Master's dining room." 

Geneva leapt to her feet and pushed the button as she moved. "Yes Master." 

Jeannette sighed and picked up her tray. "For some reason, I think it's going to be a long night."

Diane stood and took her tray following Jeannette. "I think you may be right."

Crystal flew through after dinner clean up, and had the pots and pans cleaned in almost record time. She sat on a stood looking at her watch from time to time and fidgeted anxiously.

Geneva entered the dining room and stopped near Master Devon. "You sent for me Master?"

"Yes, we're ready for our after dinner entertainment now. Go to the far end of the table, and assume the punishment position." Devon said in a bored voice.

Geneva did as she was told and stood waiting. Dominique stood up and walked to her slowly, enjoying the torment of the slow approach. "Look at her Devon, she's so horny now she's liable to burst."

"I know Dominique, as I said, the problem isn't getting her aroused, it's keeping her hands from between her legs."

Dominique stood behind Geneva for a moment and then said. "If you're going to put a show on for me, it had better be good slave." 

"Yes Mistress, I'll make it a good show Mistress." Geneva promised while nearly panting. 

Dominique placed two items on the table and returned to her seat. "I expect both of those to be used. You can begin."

Geneva was staring at the items hungrily. The first was a dildo, about seven inches long, and a mix of clear and colored glass. It was ribbed all down the shaft, and would feel wonderful plumbing her depths. The second was a smaller probe obviously intended for her ass. Each had a wide base, and Geneva wanted them both used on her, she wanted to put them in her holes, and she wanted these people to see her for what she was, a dirty little slut. 

Geneva climbed upon the table, and lay with her legs facing the head of the table.

As she positioned herself she led up the first anal probe and licked it to get it wet enough to slide into her hole. Gently she spread her legs and lined the anal probe up to her ass, and slid it in. She felt her humiliation burning deep within her, and her ears were filled with a rushing sound of her blood pumping rapidly through her. 

She got the first probe into herself, and then inserted the second and almost came from the sheer joy of performing for her Masters. 

Dominique watched the show with half interest. She was thinking about Devon, and his decision to investigate the possibility of trying to train Sarah. It was impossible, he couldn't drive the submissive sexual desire out of her without really hurting her, far too extreme for this stage of the facility. Later perhaps, after their reputation was secure, such an event was more tolerable however this was too soon. 

The slaves would object, not a problem in the old farms. Ann would object, and again, not a problem in the old farms. Yet here, how people would react was something you had to consider. 

Dominique had a disturbing thought, and almost discounted it. What if Devon was more shaken by the mistake with Matt than it seemed? What if Devon was looking to some amazing success with this Sarah Miller to erase the stain of his failure with Matt? Dominique decided to press for more information than usual if Devon appeared to be going forward with this. 

Devon watched Geneva's reactions. She was in heaven, humiliated beyond belief. Her pussy was soaking wet, her arousal so obvious to scents of sight and smell. She was plumbing her pussy wildly now. "Geneva, you may come all you wish for the next fifteen minutes. After that, no more orgasms, and you will stop masturbating." 

Geneva came with those instructions. She rode her orgasm as it pulsed from her clit in delicious waves of humiliating pleasure. 

Jeannette and the others had the pots and pans cleaned up and were waiting to be told that the Masters Dining room could be cleaned. Diane was sitting at the Kitchen Table and resting her head in her hands. "You OK Diane?"

"Yeah, just tired. It's been a long day." Diane said smiling up at her friend.

Crystal was biting her nail as she looked at the clock and waited for the show to end. "God, what is Geneva doing?"

"Last time, they put her on the table and made her masturbate until given permission to come." Jeannette said.

Diane laughed. "Made her masturbate? I was there Jeannette, no one made her." 

Jeannette chuckled. "OK, let her masturbate. I have no idea about this one. I didn't swing by Admin to see Master Devon." 

Crystal giggled and shifted. "I think I could do that right about now." 

Jeannette looked at Diane and shook her head. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'm going to pee while I have time." 

"You said Master Andre didn't call for you to see to him this evening." Diane said confused.

"I meant before clean up." Jeannette said shaking her head.

In the bathroom Jeannette rubbed her left shoulder, it was really hurting. It had been since she had been with Master Andre. She couldn't see a bruise, but it was stiffening up. The Motrin had helped, but it still hurt. She used the toilet and then washed up in the sink wiping it down as she finished. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She had a glow about her that just told the story. She had been fucked silly this afternoon, and while she was sore, both her shoulder and her sex, she could easily manage more if Master wanted. 

Geneva managed a second orgasm before Devon called time. She stopped and as he ordered pulled the Dildo's out of her pussy and ass. She licked them both clean, shuddering at the humiliation of doing so before so many people, and reveling in the feeling at the same time.

"Interesting show Devon." Dominique said simply. "Let me know when she's healed, and I'll come and see how she is with women." 

Geneva practically glowed with that praise.

"I'll do that." Devon said. "Geneva, get the others, and get this room cleaned up. We don't have all night. Make sure to clean that table well. I don't want to come down here in the morning and mistakenly suspect a cat has mated here." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said. She hustled into the kitchen holding the beloved dildo's as the Masters rose to leave the room. 

Diane rose and said. "Ok, let's get started, otherwise we won't get any sleep tonight, and tomorrow will be a bitch." 

Crystal flew into the room to see the last of the Master's leaving and began collecting dishes. She carried them to the kitchen where Diane was already running fresh water into the sink. She made three more trips while Geneva started to polish the table where she has laid out and put on her show. 

Crystal helped Diane with the Dishes while Jeannette dried them and put them away. Geneva came in to finish with the kitchen clean up and then giggled. "Master Devon gave me fifteen minutes to come all I wanted." 

Crystal grinned and nudged her friend. "I bet you made the most of it."

"All I could." Geneva confirmed. 

Jeannette reluctantly sighed. "Geneva, I think I have a problem." 

"What's up?" Geneva said suddenly serious.

"I think I pulled something in my shoulder, it's really hurting." Jeannette admitted. "Now it's sort of stiff." Jeannette hesitated for a moment and then said. "I almost dropped one of Master's dishes." 

Geneva was there in a flash probing the shoulder, rubbing it, and then rotating it through a full range of motion and getting feedback from Jeannette when it hurt worse. She turned Jeannette and probed at her back near her shoulder blade. Then she nodded. "I think you pulled a muscle here Jeannette." Geneva rubbed it slowly watching for wincing or other indications of a problem. "It may just be a pulled muscle, or it could be that you tore something."

"I think I did it on the sawhorse." Jeannette said. "I think I just strained it." Jeannette said embarrassed as the others were now watching her with concern. 

"It's no big deal if it's just a strain, or something like that. You can move it through full range of motion, so a torn rotator cuff is out. A pulled ligament would normally leave a bruise or more swelling." Geneva said as she ran through the common injuries. "No bulges to show a tear, so I think you just strained your shoulder Jeannette." Geneva let her hands drop and watched her friend for a moment. 

Jeannette rolled her shoulder through the range of motion and winced as she did so. It didn't want to go up, it was stiffening up. "It's probably going to stiffen up tonight, any way to loosen it quick in the morning?"

Geneva shook her head. "I don't know if someone was going to stay with me tonight, like Diane did last night, but I'd like to stay close to you incase this is more serious than it looks." 

Jeannette nodded. "We can watch out for each other." 

Dominique was in Devon's office just chatting. She was glancing through the training reports for Suzanne and hadn't seen anything worthy of note. All pretty standard so far. 

Geneva returned to admin to shut things down and prepare the coffee pot for the morning. She saw the light on in Master Devon's office and started to enter. Realizing that Master Devon and Mistress Dominique were there she stopped in the doorway. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't know you were in here." 

"It's all right Geneva, are the chores done?"

"Yes Master. I was going to shut the computer down and prepare the coffee pot before I went upstairs to check on Jeannette again." Geneva said rapidly, her embarrassment at interrupting Master obvious.

Devon frowned. "Check on Jeannette?"

"Master, she may have pulled a muscle in her shoulder this afternoon. It's sore and has limited motion right now. No real problem if it's minor. It should be fine in a day or two." Geneva explained and looked at Mistress Dominique before continuing. "I wasn't going to say anything tonight, but she needs a day or two to rest it Master." 

Dominique smiled slightly. "Thank you Geneva." She turned to Devon and decided not to pursue that discussion right now. "As everyone is apparently accounted for Devon, I believe I'll take my leave now."

Devon quickly considered and then said. "Thank you Geneva, we'll only be a couple minutes. I'll turn out my own lights." After Geneva left he shrugged. "I could offer you Diane or Crystal." 

Dominique shook her head. "I don't want to pull rank."

"One of the trainers, Thomas or Rebecca, even Andre or myself would be honored." 

Dominique grinned at him. "Three members of your staff are down at the moment Devon, this injury rate is getting rather high." 

Devon sighed and nodded. "A pulled muscle is fairly common, and Andre did give her a long workout." 

"I'm going home now Devon. Get them healed up. You have students arriving the day after tomorrow." Dominique said as she stood. "I'll take a night with one of you all in a day or two, finish giving the girls a workout." 

Devon nodded. "I'll talk to you tomorrow boss, and I'm sorry about this."

"Nothing you did wrong Devon." Dominique said. "I would use her anyway except that would screw up her shoulder for a week or more, instead of a day or two." Dominique left and went to her car, headed home to the city.

Devon rose and turned the lights off. In the office he saw a horrified Geneva sitting at the desk. "Master, I didn't realize that Mistress Dominique was intending to use Jeannette tonight. I would have happily serviced her."

Devon smiled at her. "You are one big bruise above the jaw line Geneva, That would have been torturing you for no reason."

"Master. I'm sorry to have ruined her night."

"Geneva, you didn't do anything wrong, you told me the truth, which is all we ever ask of our slaves." Devon said casually as he sat down. "Before I head upstairs to torment Crystal, I wanted to tell you something, just between us."

"Yes Master?" Geneva said confused.

"Geneva, I made a horrible mistake with Matt. I missed something important in what he said. I didn't recognize the issue it represented, and I'm very sorry that you got hurt." Devon said softly. 

"Master, it's all right, you didn't do it." Geneva stammered embarrassed at what Master Devon was saying. 

"Geneva, I intend to hurt you myself. I intend to put clamps on your nipples, whip you until you have welts all over your back and ass. I intend to fuck every one of your holes quite often." Devon began. "I do not intend on punching you in the nose, nor striking you in that manner."

Geneva almost smiled. She liked what he had promised to do to her. "Master, it wasn't your fault. I should have called when I found him out of bed."

"Yes, but you were doing what you thought was right, find the student, and get him back where he belonged, and then refrain from disturbing my sleep." Devon said simply. "Your concern was three fold. First, obedience of our instructions. Make sure the slaves are not in danger, and make sure they don't know we're watching them. Notify Master in the case of a problem, but you didn't know what the problem was other than Matt was out of bed. It's perfectly understandable that you would investigate and try and locate him to determine what was going on before reporting. Finally, you wished to avoid disturbing me if at all possible." 

"I don't want to disturb you for no reason Master." Geneva said softly. 

"Geneva, you have begun to love us. That is obvious. You understand how things work now, and you love us enough to try and protect us." Devon said. "We don't want you injured if it can be avoided. We don't want you hurt like you are."

Geneva understood what was being said and not being said. "Master, could I ask a question of you?" 

"Certainly." Devon allowed.

"Master, is it normal to love you all, even though you humiliate me, degrade me, and make me feel wonderful at the same time?" Geneva asked the question that was burning her soul. "Part of me says it's wrong, but another part says it feels so right to do this."

Devon nodded thoughtfully. "You're on light duty for the next week or two, until you heal up enough to resume training right?"

"Yes Master." 

Devon rose and went into the Library and pulled two books off the shelf and went to the desk to stand before Geneva. "The answer you seek is here Geneva." Devon placed the books before her. "These are in the language of Medical people, reports from Psychiatrists on our lifestyle. These books will probably make more sense to you than they do to me, as some of the language in them is outside of my training. However in short, yes it's normal for a true submissive to love and appreciate the attentions of their Master. It's also has the potential of being a nourishing experience for both parties." 

Geneva glanced at the books and nodded her understanding. "Thank you Master, I'll read these while I'm on light duty."

"Don't just read them Geneva, read anything that catches your fancy. History, fiction, science, and especially current events." Devon said softly. "I want you to be a great slave, but I also want you to be a well informed individual. I don't want a mind-numbed robot who will just take punishment while I entertain myself by hurting you. I want a slave who will advise me to the best of her ability, and who will serve me not only loyally, but wisely." 

Geneva looked up at Devon with love and a couple tears in her eyes. "I will Master. Thank you." 

Devon smiled at her and walked out of Admin, leaving Geneva to start to answer her own questions. The ones she was worried about. The ones she would help Diane answer. 

Was this really what we want out of life? Do we really want to spend the rest of our lives being used and abused like this? The answer would be yes for both of them, but it was an answer they needed to find on their own, without prejudice from the staff.  

Devon also made a mental note to get two more copies of those books out of storage and put them into the Library. Those two books were liable to be invaluable. 

Crystal was kneeling before Mistress Ann and ached for her touch. She wanted to have her nipples pinched again, to be ordered to lick Mistress Ann's pussy. She wanted to be fucked like Diane had been, or even like Jeannette. Tie me up and use me any old way you want Mistress. 

"Well Crystal, I see you managed to find Master Devon's room." Ann said coolly.

"I got here as fast as I could Mistress, I was cleaning up the Kitchen." Crystal stammered. 

Ann seemed to consider this. "I suppose you were, we were being entertained after dinner, and that may have delayed your start on clean up." 

Crystal almost breathed a sigh of relief. Mistress Ann was almost as cruel as Mistress Rebecca. Diane and Geneva both knew Mistress Ann before she was a Trainer, and they said she was tough before, but she's hell on earth if you make her angry now. 

Ann walked to Crystal and stood her up with a hand under her chin. Crystal moved as gracefully as possible to the standing position. "Master Devon doesn't usually take a novice such as yourself to his bed. I expect you to perform admirably. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said in a rush.

Ann smiled as she walked behind the young woman and then fixed her face in the haughty expression she wore around the slaves. She studied Crystal and seemed to be satisfied. Her nipples were usually perky, damn teenagers. Tonight they were perked rather excessively. Additionally, Crystal's vulva was usually fairly pronounced, tonight it was obviously swollen, excited.

Ann considered this as she picked up a set of nipple clamps. "I thought we'd get started while we waited for Master Devon." 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal said eyeing the clamps hungrily. She had to used cloths pins at home, and even then she had to keep stealing them from the laundry room because her Mother would inevitably find them, and take them away. She felt Mistress Ann's fingers playing with her right nipple and she sighed in contentment. It felt so good to have someone touching her. 

Ann watched Crystal's eyes half close and smiled wickedly. She perked the nipple up, and then she applied the first clamp. She got a powerful sucking of air from Crystal as the pain of the Japanese style clover clamp seared her body. Ann held the chain in her right hand as she perked up the other nipple, and applied the second clamp as well.

Crystal sucked in a second breath. Pain lanced through her nipples and seemed to fill her whole body. She felt like her tits had huge weights on them. 

Ann gently tugged on the chain connecting the two clamps. Crystal groaned and leaned forward slightly to ease the pain of the clamps tearing her nipples off. At least, that's what it felt like. Ann had tried this in her own room a few weeks ago, and almost had to gag herself before she screamed in pain. 

Ann stepped back and let the chain drop, and then she noticed something else. Crystal's vulva was showing signs of dampness. She was starting to glisten already. Ann watched as Crystal started to pant hot breaths of sexual need. She was getting even more turned on by the nipple clamps. That was unusual. Normally, the slaves needed additional stimulation but this was not quite unheard of, but unusual. "I think I'll add to your discomfort, to entertain myself while we wait for Master Devon."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 21



 Part 21. Ann tests her abilities.

Yvette was in Ballet, Donna was in Arousal Training with Andre. Ann in the meantime was where she had been sneaking off to for months. She was in Oral Arts, and she was working on station eight. After finally getting the techniques correct, she leaned back in satisfaction after seeing the screen show the words she sought. Task Complete.

A philosophy book she'd been reading as part of her corporate reading list had something in it which applied to this situation. "The main obstacle on the journey of self discovery is fear. Fear allows you to end your journey early, convincing you that nothing more is to be gained." 

The obstacle was here, and Ann knew it. It lay before her, and she had no idea how to surmount it. Phase three oral arts, the next stations, included deep throat techniques, which were only now being taught to Diane, Geneva's training was just now beginning to return to light, her nose having healed for ten good days, and the Doctor had approved light training, so long as it caused her no pain. 

Ann stood and walked to the door, removing the chair she used to block the door, it had no lock, and opening it. She stepped into the hallway, and found it empty, not surprising, the slaves had cleaned down here this morning. She turned to her left and hesitated. Music, classical piano, seemed to be coming from down the hallway. Turning back to her right, she moved towards the other end, and stopped in shock in the doorway to Ballet. 

Rebecca and Jeannette were moving through graceful Ballet movements in synchronized beauty. Ann stood in the doorway, and watched the two dance across the floor, assuming poses that were known the world over, classical ballet. Ann was amazed. Of course, she knew that Rebecca had been a literal Ballerina, and had once danced in the Calgary Ballet, but she had no idea that Rebecca still danced. 

Rebecca's body was obviously more suited to the movements, some of which seemed difficult for Jeannette, with her larger breasts, additional height, and classic curves to accomplish. Rebecca on the other hand, was thinner, with smaller breasts, and shorter. 

As the song ended, Ann resisted the almost overwhelming urge to clap. "That was beautiful."

Jeannette smiled and lowered her head in acknowledgement. Rebecca seemed flustered for a moment. "I didn't know anyone was in the training wing this afternoon." 

"I was just walking about." Ann said vaguely. "How long have you two been doing that?" 

"When Jeannette returned to the society, she asked if I could keep training her. I agreed. There wasn't anymore we could do with the standard curriculum, so we started to dance." Rebecca said as she took a towel from Jeannette who had gotten it from the floor. She dabbed at her own neck while Jeannette did similar motions. 

"You're both so graceful. It's impressive to watch." Ann said stepping into the class proper. "Jeannette, if you're finished here, can I talk to Rebecca for a moment?"

"Certainly Mistress, I should check on dinner anyway." Jeannette said and left. 

Ann turned to Rebecca. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." 

"You didn't, it's all right. Just surprising to be caught, but expected I guess." Rebecca said with a friendly smile. 

"Actually, finding you was a godsend, I need to talk to you about something Rebecca. I have a problem." 

"Usually I find one of the guys when I have that problem." Rebecca said grinning easily.

Ann chuckled. "They wouldn't do." She turned and slowly walked to the door and glanced into the hallway, insuring they weren't overheard and turned back to Rebecca. "I've been training myself, on Oral Arts." 

"Really?" Rebecca said surprised.

"Yeah." Ann admitted. Before her courage evaporated, she rushed the next part out. "I've completed phase two. Here's the problem. I've never done it to anyone live. I've also never done anything with a girl, except for being the center of attention with the slaves." 

Rebecca nodded and seemed to understand instantly. "Phase three includes things you can't train yourself for, and you need to know if you're doing it right." 

Ann nodded. She felt humiliation well within her and wanted to run from the room. "I thought of asking Jeannette or Diane to help me."

"No, you did the right thing. I'll be happy to spend an evening with you Ann. Then we can talk about phase three. I'm not really much in training that, but I've done it. Thomas would probably be best, but that's later." Rebecca stepped up and held out her hand. "Come on, let's get cleaned up for dinner, and afterwards, you and I can torment Donna."

Ann accepted the hand gratefully. Rebecca understood her fears, or at least acknowledged them. As they walked towards the central area, Rebecca leaned a little closer. "You're working even harder than I suspected at this Ann. Demanding more from yourself than we have."

"I know how much I still have to do, and it scares the living hell out of me Rebecca." Ann admitted. 

Rebecca smiled. "It pleases me, but we'll talk later, where the guys aren't." 

Ann breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she was going to have to talk to Devon, or Thomas, but just not today. 

Dinner was the usual, everyone was brought up to date on training. Crystal was in sleep training tonight, Yvette and Donna were in phase two, solidly in phase two. They had much as Suzanne had, breezed through phase one. The ballet was the hardest of course, but that had been seen to, as it always was. 

"Devon, I started the report on Donna. It took a while to get close to her erotic image, I think she's fighting me, or resisting me." Andre said. 

"OK, where did you get to?" Devon asked.

"I think she'd rather have a girl in the room with her." Andre began. "She originally answered that she normally is with Yvette when Master chooses to play with her." 

Devon nodded. "Let me read the report when you're done. It would fit, Yvette is the lead of their house, so Donna's fond of her. I can see that." 

Andre nodded. Thomas cleared his throat. "Diane is still having trouble with the throat angle. I think she's blocking it so to speak." 

Devon nodded. "We all know phase three is a bitch for the students, they're tired, and the tasks are so difficult as to appear impossible." 

"Crystal in sleep training tonight?" Rebecca confirmed.

"Yes, Jeannette has the duty, I've already told her." 

After the meal Rebecca and Ann returned to Ballet where they found Donna waiting for them. "Good Donna, let's run through the phase one positions, and we'll just review for today all right?" Rebecca said.

Ann took the lead, and after finding that Donna had preformed the positions properly, moved to phase three. Donna was too dedicated in pleasing. She wanted to make her Master happy, so it was difficult to find fault. Rebecca saw minor flaws, but not anything large enough to cause her to step in. 

They reviewed Slave Throat, and Donna demonstrated it properly. Ann shrugged helplessly at Rebecca, and then said. "Well it looks like you've remembered everything. We'll teach you new positions tomorrow." 

"Thank you Mistress." Donna said and rose. She stopped at the door before leaving. "Mistress, may I speak?"

"Certainly." Ann replied somewhat surprised.

"Mistress, I know we're to serve Master, and I know we're to obey any Master. I'm trying, really I am." Donna began obviously frightened. 

"What's wrong?" Ann asked, more gently than she intended. Her concern obvious. 

"Master Andre. He's big, and beautiful, and he looks just like my Brother." Donna began. "I think I failed my class because I couldn't relax around him. Crystal said I should tell you, or Jeannette, that you'd understand." 

Ann smiled. "I do. Thank you for trusting me with this. I'll handle it Donna." 

Rebecca grinned as Donna left the room after again thanking them. "The one thing we didn't consider." 

"That Andre would resemble a family member, and give her the willies over the whole incest taboo?" Ann asked grinning back. "That's perfect." 

"We'll let Devon know in the morning, and switch to either Thomas, or one of us for the future. I bet they'll make more progress with her." Rebecca agreed and they left the room after extinguishing the lights. 

Upstairs Ann followed Rebecca into her room and stood uncomfortably. Rebecca sighed and sat on her bed. "Ann, you look like you're going to jump out of your skin. Relax and sit here." 

Ann sat on the bed. "Rebecca, this is a difficult thing for me." 

"I know, and relax. There isn't anything difficult about this. Two people making love, is a wonderful and beautiful thing." Rebecca began gently taking Ann's hand. "All you have to do is relax, and enjoy the experience." 

Ann sighed. "I've had to adjust so much of my thinking since I got here. I've managed to orgasm in situations I thought it would never happen." 

"You've also managed to adapt to a lifestyle that you had no knowledge of. Now, you want to know if you can move forward, or if you're as far as you can advance." 

"I'm afraid." Ann admitted. "I have one overwhelming fear that keeps me up some nights." 

"You're afraid that you'll find the slave life preferable to the Dominant one." Rebecca said softly.

Ann's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "How did you know?" She demanded.

Rebecca smiled reassuringly. "Ann, you'd be less than human if you didn't see the pleasure our girls get, and the joy they exhibit. You wonder if you can share in that joy." 

Ann slumped and sighed audibly. "Am I a slave? Am I just fooling myself?" 

"You're no slave Ann. You're too assertive, too determined to be a good slave. You are an excellent dominant. But you're human too, and you don't want to be in control of everything every moment of the day." Rebecca said gently laying a hand on Ann's shoulder. "You want to relax and let go sometimes, and that is when you wonder if the slaves have the best part of it." 

"We're always working for them." Ann said wearily. 

"Yes, and they're always working for us too." Rebecca acknowledged.

"Devon, all of you told me how tough this was going to be. How hard we worked." 

"We also play." Rebecca pointed out. 

Ann smiled. "Even that is work sometimes." 

Rebecca nodded. "Are you happy Ann? Are you happy here with us?" 

Ann thought for just a moment and then looked at Rebecca's face, into her eyes. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"You're being paid, to do impossibly hard work, and impossibly long hours. You're also happy, and unless I miss my guess, you realize now how important our work is, to them." Rebecca said with a small gesture down the hall in the direction of the slave rooms. 

"I do. Those girls, all of them, need us." Ann admitted. 

Rebecca placed a gentle hand on Ann's face, and smiled. Ann leaned in and kissed her. Relaxed enough now, to make love. Rebecca had instantly realized that Ann was afraid that Rebecca would just shuck her clothing, as they did with the slaves, and lay back ordering Ann to lick her to several nice orgasms. Ann was afraid that she'd play the slave, and was more afraid she'd like it. Letting Ann see Rebecca as an older, more mature, sisterly wise friend, was needed tonight. 

Ann kissed Rebecca, and felt soft, gentle hands roaming her back. They collapsed onto the bed, kissing each other. Hands explored unfamiliar, yet similar geography. Rebecca's breasts were slightly smaller than Ann's own. Ann was a little taller, more full bodied, but not Jeannette. Her own breasts would barely fill out the C cup bras she normally wore, and would seem slightly overfilled in the B cup bras she occasionally wore to give the impression of cleavage. 

Ann felt Rebecca licking and nibbling on her neck, moving towards her ear, gently kissing and caressing her ear with her tongue. Ann shuddered in pleasure, feeling a rush of arousal flood her. Rebecca was tender, gentle, more in tune with the needs of Ann's soul, of her sensitive side. Of course, Ann understood that this was because Rebecca was a woman too, and it's true that only a Woman, can understand another. 

Ann's hands roamed over the somehow familiar, and unknown body of Rebecca. She knew her own body, and was familiar with it's appearance, it's feel under her hands. Yet, this was different, and similar at the same time. Rebecca's breasts were smaller, more compact, and if age had taken some of the pertness from them, she was still firm, taut even. Ann wondered about something, and decided to find out as they lay on the bed making out. She ran her hands down Rebecca's back and felt her ass. Ann gripped it tightly, testing it. It was as firm as it looked. 

Rebecca for her part, allowed Ann to set the pace, enjoying the company of another. Deciding that Ann's wondering hands were invitation to do the same, she began to caress and explore Ann. Rebecca's caresses and exploration were more focused than Ann's curious wonderings. Rebecca was working to heighten Ann's arousal. As Rebecca nibbled on Ann's ear, she felt a shudder run through the body of her lover. Ann had a thing for ears eh? That was good information, that was information that Rebecca intended to use. Ann's tighter grip on Rebecca, her hands showing more urgency confirmed it. Ann reacted to people nibbling on her ears. She liked it.

Ann wanted to feel skin against her, skin against her own skin. Opening the buttons of Rebecca's blouse she exposed Rebecca's sexy little white bra. For the first time, she saw a bra as she suspected, hell she knew the guys saw them. Enticing, erotic, and even sexy. Ann kissed her way down Rebecca's neck, kissing the upper chest and licking the bra edges, plunging her tongue down the space between Rebecca's tits. 

As they made out, they removed each others clothing. Doing the dance of love that couples all over have done. Removing shirts, bras and pants. Jeannette had said it. This was love. "If married couples do it, it's making love. If a couple does it, it's making love, if I do it it's not love? Whatever, but it was still pretty good." 

Ann felt her arousal, her inner heat increasing. Rebecca also gave signs of this increasing heat. Hands found intimate spots, caressing the union of buttock and leg. Caressing pelvis, and then Rebecca's hand found Ann's sex. Ann was trimmed, a process that she labored over ever week, but she was certainly a natural blond. Deciding that Ann could use some relaxation, this wasn't a test really. Well, it was a test, but not a test of a slave, Rebecca licked her way down to Ann's center.

Ann relaxed into the gentle ministrations of the senior female trainer, and felt only subtle differences in the way that Rebecca and the lead slave Jeannette applied themselves. Rebecca was certainly very good, excellent in fact. Ann felt enjoyment, even tenderness in Rebecca's actions, but Jeannette's excitement at serving Master wasn't here. Her love of serving Master wasn't in the touches. It was subtle, and Ann turned off the clinical part of her brain for a while. She relaxed into the incredibly erotic feelings she had and just enjoyed the moment.

Rebecca took Ann to a nice orgasm, and then gave her a second bigger one. Then she let Ann down gently. The next test, would Ann balk at kissing her, with her own juices on her lips, lay before them. Rebecca kissed her way up Ann's sensuous body and Ann passed that no problem.

Ann realized it was her turn, she'd received pleasure, now she was going to give pleasure to her lover of the night. She kissed her own way down Rebecca's body, trying to bring pleasure to Rebecca. She started to lick and caress Rebecca's completely hairless sex. Like Jeannette, she had been lased to insure no hair would grow on her body. 

Rebecca relaxed into the technique, recognizing a playful desire in Ann. Ann's technique was technically correct, and Rebecca gave the proper responses to show that. Ann was still slightly inhibited though. That would leave in time Rebecca decided. Ann was growing into a more open minded, sexually active woman. This night was scary to her, and Rebecca knew how scary, and how important it was to Ann. Rebecca let herself orgasm, refraining from resisting, but not really giving herself the command to come. She liked natural Orgasms. The commanded ones were all right, but they lacked something, some chemical, or physiological element to make them really good. 

Ann kissed her way back up Rebecca's lean body, and lay beside her, cuddling and kissing at times. As they relaxed into post sexual bliss, Ann wearily asked the question. "So do I make a good slave?"

"No. You make a more attentive lover than you did when you arrived. It's not just slaves that bring pleasure to their partners. That's what we train here, but we could train someone to be just a more attentive and skilled lover." Rebecca said gently caressing Ann's shoulder. 

"Attentive? You mean pleasurable?" Ann asked with the note of weariness plain in her voice. 

"Yes, it doesn't take a slave to please a lover, nor does pleasing a lover make you a slave. It's your heart that makes you a Dom, and your passion that makes you want to give and receive pleasure." Rebecca explained.

Ann was considering this as she drifted off to sleep. Rebecca smiled at the younger woman as she slept before closing her own eyes on a long and trying day. Ann was the future of the Academy, of this whole process. Andre, Thomas, and her were the tools to start the tradition. Devon was the architect, Jeannette the prototype product. Yet it was Ann who among all of the staff so far that was the most important. Ann would be the Lead Trainer one day. 

In the morning, Ann woke next to Rebecca and found the scent of their lovemaking still filling the room. It had been tender, gentle, and erotic as hell. For a first time, of making love to another woman, as an equal, it couldn't have been better.

Ann groaned as she realized she'd have to brave the hallway and duck into her own room to get ready for the day. Knowing that the slaves, and other trainers would be up and moving now as well. "So much for secrets." 

"Good morning Ann." Rebecca said lazily as she stretched. "The problem with living like this is that there are very few secrets around, and even those that someone doesn't know, they do suspect. Don't worry, no one will think less of you, if anything, they'll be happy you're fitting in with us so well." 

"I know, and it bothers me some." Ann grumped. "I need my coffee, and it's in my room." Ann said as she thought of the coffee pot that waited for her. It would even now be finishing it's automatic brew cycle.

Ann groaned and stood up. She looked across the floor, and found first her pants, and then a bra. It wasn't hers. Setting it down gently, she turned around and found Rebecca laying in bed, her breasts uncovered, and she was smiling at Ann. "Problem?"

"At least with guys, I know what underwear is mine." Ann grumped good naturedly.

Rebecca grinned, and then chuckled. "Fuck it, just walk to your room, get your coffee, I'll sort this out in a few." 

Ann shrugged, recognizing the challenge for what it was. Further she reasoned, literally everyone on the floor had seen her nude, because she'd slept with them all at least once. Stepping to the door she went into the hall finding Jeannette walking down the hall towards her, no towards Devon's room. Ann smiled and waved, and then stepped next door to her own room. 

Ann tried to see anything in Jeannette's eyes or face that would indicate or show some thing that Ann could find offensive. There wasn't anything. Jeannette behaved as though finding a nude woman in the hall was totally normal. Well, it was totally normal. Finding Ann nude in the Hall wasn't totally normal, but it was well known that she did spend time with other trainers, and so it was sort of normal. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 21



Ann poured a cup of the blessed brew of life in the morning and sat on her bed. Only here, in this house, was finding nude people in the hallway normal. Only here, in this house, of anywhere on earth, was there no negative comments, or looks, from anyone, about some sexual activity or another. Only here, were the people free enough, to do whatever they wanted. Only in a house full of slaves, and Masters, was there enough freedom from bias and judgmental attitudes that you could enjoy life. 

Ann decided that was way too strange, and impossible. But it was true, sort of. Ok, I'll worry about the morality of this later, after a shower, and breakfast, and whatever else I'm supposed to be doing today. 

At Breakfast, no one mentioned Ann's being buck assed naked in the hallway. So Ann left it alone too. Devon began his instructions.

"OK, Crystal actually managed a couple hours sleep, which for a teenager is not nearly enough. So she'll be stumbling all over today." Devon began. 

"Any classes?" Andre asked.

"Yeah, let's give her a Ballet refresher upstairs, and then send her to the Kitchen. Geneva's ready for some light training. I think we'll give her an anal plug, and then send her to Admin." Devon continued.

"Devon, last night, Donna stopped us after her Ballet class. She said that there was a great resemblance between Andre, and her Brother. She didn't elaborate, but I told her I understood, it's the whole Incest Taboo for her. It's a big killer of arousal." Ann tossed out.

Devon nodded and turned to Andre. "You're not training her anymore. No classes with her." 

"Right Boss, I figured she was a little gay, that never occurred to me." Andre said sincerely. "I was trying to be gentle, and charming, and all that. I guess it gave her a really creepy vibe." 

"Yeah." Devon agreed. "Thomas, you've got her this morning for Oral Arts, watch for anything, don't mention this unless she does first, don't lead her into it." 

"Right Devon." Thomas answered between bites. 

"Becca you've got Yvette this morning, and Ann's upstairs with Crystal. Andre throw a plug into Geneva and Diane. Then send Geneva to admin, and take Diane to arousal training." Devon finished. "That's it folks, let's get busy, we've got slaves waiting."  

The group scattered in seconds and Devon went into Admin to find it empty. Jeannette would be going up to sleep now, and Geneva wasn't in yet. He flipped the switch on the coffee maker and went to his office. They were damn short handed right now. Two paying trainee's, and they almost couldn't manage to train their house staff. 

One slave was in full training today, Diane. One was in the Kitchen, and another in Admin. Granted, even if she was able to be trained, if there was a trainer available, Geneva couldn't do it, she was still too hurt. 

Devon sighed. He heard Geneva enter a few minutes later and start the computers. She brought him a cup of coffee as she had for every morning the last week. "Good Morning Master." 

"Good morning Geneva, how are you today?" Devon asked. He looked at her closely, and saw her bruised eyes were no longer swollen. They looked a sickly yellow, which was a sure sign of them healing. 

"I'm fine Master, thank you. Anything special today?" Geneva asked. This was her way of asking if anything wasn't on the schedule, some change he was aware of that she would need to know. 

Devon shook his head. "Nothing yet. How does it feel to have a plug in again?" 

"Wonderful Master. I'm very happy to be trained again." Geneva said with a smile.

Devon smiled back and waved his hand for her to go back to work. 

For two hours, he read the internet's news. Getting up to speed on the days activities. Getting familiar with changes in the world since yesterday. He tagged a couple stories and sent them to the email group Trainers, so the others would be advised. 

The ringing phone startled him. Geneva had gone to clean the VIP rooms so she couldn't answer it. "Vassal Academy, Devon." He began.

"Devon, when are you going to come to town again? I've got a meeting with the products development team tomorrow morning, and I need your input." Dominique began without any pleasantries. 

"Dominique, I don't know. You know what we've got going on here. With two students, and the staff, things are very busy. I literally don't have one trainer to spare right now." Devon explained.

"Damn it Devon, this is important." Dominique said coldly. 

"All right Dominique, I don't suppose you can shoot the details to me here can you?" 

"I can, but I'd bring them with me, and the shots might be real." Dominique explained.

"How about this afternoon, I'll come to your office, and we can discuss it then." Devon offered. 

"Good, see you then." Dominique hung up. 

Devon set the phone down and sighed. They were too short handed, but it had to be done in house, so that left him. Ann entered. "Crystal's in the kitchen, her teeny bopper ass is really dragging Devon." 

"Yeah, we're probably going to give her a night off tonight, because we're too short handed to watch her in the cage." Devon admitted. "I'm glad you're here. I've got to go to town this afternoon, and you're going to keep the fort while I'm gone. Have Rebecca teach Diane Ballet this afternoon, and put Yvette in with Andre for Arousal. Donna in with you for her ballet this afternoon. Diane can clean the staff wing or whatever you can think of." 

"Do you need to leave now?" Ann asked. 

"No, about lunch time, so I can spend the afternoon with Dominique. I'll get a sandwich there I guess." Devon said thinking. 

Ann rose and walked to the door closing it and turning his lock. "Devon, there's something I need you to do for me." Ann said.

"What is it?" Devon asked, confusion obvious on his face. 

Ann walked to him and not as gracefully as a slave, but far more so than anyone untrained and gracefully lowered herself to her knees. She moved her mouth a couple times, as though she was trying to speak, and then finally opened her mouth and assumed a fair representation of slave mouth. 

Devon blinked in surprise. He eased himself forward, and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. Ann lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Devon got his second surprise, or was it his third. She quickly demonstrated that she was fully trained in level two oral arts. Her tongue swirled, and her suction and wraps were perfect. Her technique clearly demonstrated one that was trained. She wasn't as passionate as Jeannette, or the slaves, but she was certainly competent. 

After Ann ran through the station eight techniques, she leaned back, leaving his cock erect, and glistening. Devon looked down at her in astonishment. "You've been busy haven't you? When did you learn all of this?" 

"When I had the night watch, and when I had time in the days or evenings. Devon, I stopped because I'm not a slave. I wanted to make sure you understood." Ann said.

"I do." Devon said as he started to move to place his cock back in his pants. 

Ann moved to intercept his hand. "It doesn't take a slave to please a partner though." Ann said, and then lowered her head to take his cock into her mouth. Some time later, after she'd finished sucking his cock, she knelt back and looked up at him expectantly. 

"Ann, that was very surprising, and frankly, quite unexpected." Devon began. He adjusted himself into his pants and zipped up as she moved to the couch.

"Devon, I finished because I started, and I've enjoyed your company, as an equal. I've enjoyed the other trainers, on equal terms. Giving pleasure, is something we should be able to do for an equal partner." Ann said uncomfortably. 

"It was wonderful, you've certainly mastered that task." Devon said as he leaned back. "I'm assuming that you wanted to discuss the level three training." 

"Yeah, see. I don't think I can teach myself to deep throat." Ann began.

Devon nodded. "It's going to take some help. I can see that."

"Also, there is something else you should know." Ann said casually.

"I presume it has to do with your being in the hallway this morning?" Devon asked.

"Yeah, I think I've pushed that fear away." Ann admitted. "Devon, this shit scares the hell out of me. Is that why I was told to read that philosophy book a month after I started?" 

Devon shrugged. "You're also reading the Art of War, and other books which help us understand the mind. A couple psychology studies are on the list as well." 

"Rebecca helped me understand that I'm not a slave, and giving pleasure doesn't mean I'm submissive, just attentive." Ann explained. "Devon, I'm more comfortable with myself, who I am, what I'm doing, than I was." 

"I know, and I'm not going to waste time telling you what you already know, I'm duly impressed." Devon said. He glanced at his watch and nodded. "I've got to leave before long, and have a meeting with Dominique, would you like me to give her any messages?" 

Ann smiled as she stood. "Tell her, your Apprentice Trainer is nearly fully qualified, hopefully as Diane and Geneva graduate, no later than when Crystal does, I'll be a fully trained, and qualified Dominatrix." 

Devon bowed his head. "I'll do that." 

Ann unlocked the door and walked out of the room without any of the feeling of humiliation, or degradation that she assumed she would have felt. Devon had been gracious, if off balance regarding her revelation. She found Geneva typing at one of the computers and walked to her. Taking a moment to truly size her up, Ann considered what Geneva could do, without hurting her nose. "How's your nose doing Geneva?"

"Fine Mistress, thank you for asking." Geneva answered. "How are you today?"

"Good. Master Devon is going into town to meet with Dominique, and I'll be the Point of contact for any problems. I'll be on channel five as normal." 

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said. "I've entered yesterdays training reports, the ones that have been forwarded to me anyway. I've got the search underway, nothing too unusual about us on the Net today so far." 

"Excellent work as always Geneva. How's the plug feel?" Ann asked next.

"Fine Mistress, it's nice to know I'm also training up while I convalesce." Geneva said with a small smile. 

"I'm curious as to how your healing, I've thought of including you with myself and one of the other masters, Perhaps Master Devon." Ann said casually.

Knowing this was a reference to having Geneva kneel and wait until the Masters were done and then being ordered to clean them, Geneva almost shivered in anticipation. "Yes Mistress." 

Ann nodded and turned to type her own report of her mornings training. Then she went into the Kitchen to check on lunch. Crystal was slouched on a stool, obviously done with her chores, but just as obviously exhausted.

"Mistress, can I help you?" Crystal asked with a tired voice as she stood from the stool.

"No, just checking to see how you're doing." Ann said. "Your sleep training tonight is canceled. I want you in bed on time tonight, early if possible, and no playtime tonight slave." 

"Yes Mistress." Crystal replied. She didn't do well at hiding her relief at this news.

Ann smiled thinly. "Oh don't worry, we'll get you sleeping properly slave. It will merely take time, and we're infinitely patient while you suffer." 

Crystal grinned downward as she lowered her head. "Yes Mistress. I know."

Ann moved a bit closer. Wondering if Crystal could smell the semen on her breath. "Slave, I have no intention of allowing my property to wake me tossing and turning, snoring, and sighing all night long." 

Crystal shivered in joy. She loved to be considered property. The idea of being a thing, of being used gave her the most perverse pleasure. "Yes Mistress, I'll learn how Mistress." 

Ann nodded. "Yes, you will." She then went through the central area to her room, and brushed her teeth to remove the flavor she had earned. 

At lunch, Ann took her normal space at the table, leaving the head, Devon's place, empty. "Ok, we have more training this afternoon, and as is becoming all too usual, we're short handed." Outlining the training plan, she got acknowledgements and agreements from everyone. 

After lunch, training continued, and the trainers maintained their breakneck pace. Ann recognized the signs of exhaustion in the trainers, they were getting tired. Two paying clients took priority, of course. However, the house staff needed attention too. 

Devon looked over the plans and shrugged. "I don't know what kind of input you expected. I know less about marketing than you do." 

Dominique sighed and turned to her computer. "This is called Café Press. We could put a crest and some silly motto on coffee cups and the like and sell them there. However Devon, we'd need to change our policy on the net. We'd have to put pictures, even video of our staff online."

Devon shook his head. "No. Absolutely not." 

"Devon, before you start shouting, understand I'm playing devils advocate here. This is what they keep telling me. Not our stockholders, the people from Pleasure Products who want to sell our products." Dominique said. "I need cogent and reasonable arguments as to why not. I have my own reasons, because we said so, I need your reasons." 

Devon sighed and started in. "The Sheriff would consider it a breach of our personal agreement. The clients would consider us nothing more than show, and we'd lose money in the long run. Our dedication to the privacy and training of their slaves is paramount here." 

"Devon, they also want a tour. Demonstrations of our positions etc. I was thinking a full tour, plus a formal dinner." Dominique explained.

"When?" 

"Next week." Dominique told him. "Would that be a problem?" 

Devon considered. "No. I think we can manage that." 

"How is Geneva? I've read your synopsis, but how is she?" 

"The bruising is fading, now it's at that sickly yellow color that we both know too well." Devon said with a small smile. "We've started light training, she's wearing a plug today, fairly small, while she works." 

Dominique nodded. "Ok, so she's healing. How's her nose look?"

"Fairly straight, still slightly swollen, so it's not easy to tell. However the Doctor assures me her nose will heal almost perfectly straight." 

"OK, I'll accept that. Do you think she'll want plastic surgery, to rebuild the nose?" 

Devon shook his head. "No, I asked the Doctor that when we talked about her injury yesterday. He said right in front of her that the surgery wouldn't do much, and probably wouldn't be worth the pain and discomfort." He looked at Dominique with a twinkle in his eye. "Guess what she says is the worst part of it?"

"The swollen eyes?" Dominique offered.

Devon smiled wider. "Her sinus are swollen, and feel like she needs to blow her nose. When she does, she said it feels like she's getting her nose ripped off. The Doctor proscribed something for that, some decongestant or another, which he said would help." 

Dominique winced. "Just blowing your nose is unbearable. Thank God I've managed to avoid that." 

Devon shifted. "The trainers are getting tired. They're all going at a hundred and ten percent, and there isn't much left to give. I think we're going to have to restrict students, no more than two, until our staff is trained up. At least Geneva and Diane." 

"Right now, with staff, you technically have five trainee's, and four trainers." Dominique agreed. "We won't make it official, but we'll try and space trainee's out more." 

"I won't turn them away, but I don't want to overwhelm the trainers any more." He smiled. "Guess what Ann's been doing in her down time?" 

"Building Models? She struck me as the type that worked on model trains as a kid." 

"No, she's been training herself on the oral arts stations. She just tested out of phase two oral arts." Devon said watching Dominique for reactions.

Dominique looked surprised and said. "What?" 

"She performed oral sex at a level which would clearly demonstrate her proficiency at level two. We're going to discuss her training up for phase three." Devon elaborated.



Dominique leaned back and considered. "So she's trained herself as far as she can, level two. Now she's ready to begin training herself at level three? Is she thinking of putting a collar on?" 

Devon shook his head. "No, allow me to quote. I'm not a slave Devon, but you don't need to be a slave to please your partner." 

Dominique nodded. "Ok, any thought on your last house slave?" 

Devon shook his head. "Not since the Matt debacle. He's decided to plead guilty by the way, to disorderly conduct, and receive counseling." 

"Is he going to be a problem?" Dominique asked the obvious.

Devon considered. "Possibly. He's unemployed, and perhaps he's realized how deceived he was. He may blame us, or not. He may try to get back in, I won't let him. I'd have a revolt on my hands. Trainers, as well as the slaves." 

"I can't believe that with as badly as he beat Geneva, Disorderly Conduct is the result." Dominique said. 

"Apparently, the District Attorney believes that a trial would be unwise. The Jury might decide that poor Matt was crazy, and we were taking advantage of his mental state, no matter what the shrinks at Harvard think about it." 

"If he becomes a problem in the least, I want to know about it as it happens." Dominique insisted. 

"You got it boss. Anything else?" 

"Sarah? Our secret submissive from Houston?" Dominique asked next.

Devon leaned back. "I honestly don't know yet. If you're wanting to give her an answer from me, then it's I don't know. I'd want to make sure she understood that this would be for training only, we'd make it as extreme as possible, while at the same time training her. If she thinks we're going to sour the milk, she'll be disappointed. You can tell her we'll assist her in finding a stable relationship, a Master she can submit to at home, who is not in her company, but that's the most we'll do."

"How in the name of God can we claim to do that?" Dominique demanded.

Devon reached up and scratched his ear. "Oh, I've got an idea or two on that one."

"Give Devon." Dominique ordered.

"The head of Houston's Allied co-op Shipping Company is a closet dominant." Devon said.

"How in the hell do you know that?"

"I read an article on one of those websites. It struck me as familiar. Similar to something else I'd read. I couldn't place it until I read the Wall Street Journal a week ago. He had an opinion piece on environmental shipping practices, what was feasible, and what was fantasy, that put it into place. I'm certain he wrote the well considered piece on Supportive Dominance I emailed you about." 

"Devon, that's your plan? To train her, and then get this shipping magnate if he is a dominant, to take her?" Dominique was astounded, incredulous even. "You have gone around the bend. You are nuts." 

"I said assist, if he's one possibility, then there have to be more. We'd just need a point of contact, from say your friends at Pleasure Products, and we'll be able to find her an appropriate master to take her on." 

Dominique looked hard at Devon, trying to understand his plans, what he was keeping hidden up his sleeve. "Devon, let's not get into that right now. Even if she showed up now, you couldn't do anything with her, you're too busy as it is." 

Devon bowed his head in acceptance of her authority, and her opinion. They chatted about less important things, and then went to dinner.

At dinner Devon mentioned that they had discovered a problem with Donna, and explained the problem.

Dominique considered this information. "Andre looks like her brother, and that's a taboo that she's unable to violate in her mind." 

Devon nodded. "That summarizes the situation quite well. I've issued orders that Andre is not, under any circumstances, involved in her training." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 21



After dinner, they went back to the office, and Devon again went over the material taking copies of some of it for later consideration. Then they headed to the clubs, so Devon could fly the flag as the Master's Master.

Ann in the meantime had been busy at the Academy. Jeannette woke shortly after lunch, and saw to the cleaning of the staff wing with Geneva, and touched up the slave areas that needed attention. After her class, Ann went to Admin and typed her own reports from the days training, and then started to review the other reports.

After Dinner, Andre saw to Yvette's arousal training, while Donna was given a class with Thomas and Diane on the proper techniques of a massage. 

Ann walked to the office and saw to it's shut down for the night and retired upstairs. She was very tired today, and she knew that the rest were tired too. She resolved to talk to Devon about it tomorrow. 

Diane trudged upstairs after her last class, and collapsed into bed. She was tired today. Crystal was already in bed before lights out, taking advantage of a little free time to catch up on sleep. Geneva was in the dayroom watching a little TV. She wasn't as tired as the others, she hadn't done much today, Jeannette was with her keeping her company before bed. 

At the Executive Club with Dominique, Devon was chatting with a Master from France, who was claiming that all the best slaves were French, as were the best Dominants. This was he claimed, due to the fact that the science of Dominance, and Submission, were derived from the Marquis de Sade, and thus the French had a special flair for the subject.

"Ah if it were only true." Devon said sadly. "However, the Academy is simply, the finest facility in the world, with the most advanced trainers. I regret not bringing one of my pets with me, I'll certainly make a note to bring one tomorrow, and introduce you." Devon offered.

Slave Suzanne approached properly, and knelt before Devon in proper Academy style. She bowed her head and spoke to Master Devon. "Master, forgive me for interrupting you. However Master Brandon asked if you would be willing to join him, or if you were unable, if he could join you." 

"Suzanne, how nice to see you." Devon said in a friendly manner. "Please ask Master Brandon to join us here. I was just speaking to Master Louis here about the Academy." 

"Yes Master, I'll relay your words immediately." Suzanne said and then standing gracefully, turned and glided off towards Master Brandon. 

Dominique nodded. "Rebecca did a nice job, given the time. She's almost ready for phase three instruction isn't she?" 

"Not really, she's good at Ballet, but she needs more Cunt and Anal training." Devon said casually. 

Brandon arrived and joined the group of Masters gathered around the small table. "Devon, I wanted to tell you how happy I am with the work you've done with Suzanne." 

"Brandon, it's our pleasure, and we're looking forward to continuing her training. Once again, I personally apologize for the incident that interrupted her training." 

Brandon waved it away. "We all have unexpected actions from time to time. The important thing was despite that, you managed to get a full day's training in for her. That's impressive. Police all over the place all night, and you still managed to train the next day." 

Devon groaned inwardly. He would have to explain to Louis now. "Louis, there was an incident, a potential slave snuck out of his room, and was caught rummaging through the files. The house slave who caught him was severely beaten before the attack was discovered and stopped. The Police were notified, because a staff member was injured by this attack. The person in question was arrested, and I understand has decided to plea bargain his way out of any real trouble." Devon shrugged to show it was out of his hands. "We were training Suzanne at the time, so of course Brandon received a full report of the incident, and it's affect upon his property." 

Louis was watching Devon through narrowed eyes. "How did this attack happen? Would my slaves be similarly injured through negligence on your part? What were you doing at the time this attack happened? Perhaps you and your staff were drinking and just having fun at Brandon's expense?" The tone this was said in made it clear that Louis didn't like Devon, didn't trust him, and was not about to give him one French Franc, much less a single Euro, to train anything. 

Devon smiled thinly. "No, they won't. For two reasons. We've instituted changes to the notification procedures of the people who are on night watch duty. Also, your slaves won't be at my facility, and so would be in no danger of any injury there." Devon turned dismissing Louis.

"Dominique, perhaps you should explain to Devon the responsibilities of a servant to a client, even a potential client. The one with the money makes the rules as they say." Louis said stiffly. Devon's abrupt dismissal of him meant he couldn't make the man beg to get Louis's money.

"I'm afraid I'm with Devon on this one." Dominique's tone was low, dangerous. "I can't believe that anyone would think that we would allow someone to be attacked, severely injured, through negligence. Anyone who did believe that the staff would be out partying is not someone I would prefer to deal with in this manner. You'll have to be satisfied with ill trained slaves, since the training to make them better is no longer available to you." Dominique said. 

"Brandon, when can we expect Suzanne back?" Devon asked ignoring the angry look on Louis's face. 

Brandon was almost ready to laugh at Louis, who was used to bullying people into getting his way. "In another two weeks, I'm off to Taiwan for ten days then, the upgrade of a factory there is nearly complete, and I'm to inspect and prepare it for operation." 

Devon nodded. "Please send me the dates in question, and I'll insure her room is ready personally." 

"Certainly Devon, consider it done." Brandon said then turned to Suzanne who was kneeling on the floor beside him. "You enjoyed your time at the academy didn't you my pet?" 

"Yes Master, it was the best training I've ever gotten." Suzanne answered.

Louis stood up and glared at Devon and then Dominique, and then stormed off. Dominique waited until he was out of earshot and then said. "Nice Devon, he'll never forgive you, or me for this." 

Devon waved it away. "He's a fool, and no matter how much improvement we'd given his slaves, he would still claim they were only moderate compared to true French Slaves." 

"The reason I wanted to talk to you Devon, and you Dominique, is that I wanted to know what you thought about Brad, and Josh?" Brandon asked.

"Brad and Josh? What about them?" Dominique asked.

"You haven't heard?" Brandon asked surprised. "Suzanne told me that Josh was at the Academy when she was, so I assumed you knew." 

"Once you tell us, we will." Devon said simply.

"Brad is dead. He was killed in an automobile accident. His car went off the road, apparently he fell asleep behind the wheel, and Josh is in the hospital." Brandon told the two now obviously stunned trainers.

"Where, and how is Josh?" Devon asked.

"Upstate somewhere. They were coming back from Syracuse. Brad's lawyer told Jamison, who mentioned it to me." Brandon said. "You hadn't heard?"

Devon shook his head. "No, I hadn't. How badly is Josh injured?" 

"Broken collar bone, I don't know what else. Jim, that's Brad's lawyer, said that Josh is nearly inconsolable." Brandon shifted. "He really loved Brad you know." 

Devon nodded. "I saw them when Brad came back from Italy. Josh nearly cried in joy at seeing Brad again." 

Dominique looked at Brandon. "What is Josh going to do? He's a kept slave, which means unless he's in the will, he probably doesn't have insurance does he?" 

"Jim said that the estate was going to pay for the medical, but most of Brad's property is going to his family. He has a Brother and Sister you see. I think Josh is mentioned, but I hadn't heard how much." Brandon said frowning. "I just don't know. Dominique, you know Jamison, give him a call. He can put you in touch with Brad's lawyer for whatever public information is out there." 

"I'll do that." Dominique said vaguely. 

Devon was frowning. Two hours later, after more chit chat, he and Dominique left the club and headed to the parking Garage for their two cars. Dominique spoke first. "Josh would make a fair house slave, if you can get him." 

Devon nodded. "I thought that's what you would say. His Master is dead, and he's in tears all the time. I'm just going to show up and say hey Josh, come with me, and I'll throw a few beatings on your broken collar bone?" 

Dominique rolled her eyes. "Damn you Devon, he's a good find. His Master is dead, I didn't kill him. You didn't kill him. He fell asleep at the wheel. Josh is hurt, yes, but will recover. He has the right temperament, and understands the job. As for going yourself, send his favorite, Andre, hell send Geneva too for that matter. Just to visit him for now, see how he's doing." 

Devon stopped walking and frowned at Dominique. "I don't like it Dominique, and I'll tell you why. Yes, Josh is a good slave, but I don't like the idea of reading the obits to find my staff." 

Dominique turned on him and spoke in the same dangerous tone that she had used to let Louis know that the line was right here, and it was to be crossed at your risk. "Devon, we've implemented the ideas of honor you gave us. We care for the slaves, and we care for the staff. We treat them with respect and with dignity when possible. We provide for them, food, clothing, room. We need a male slave, at least one. Josh would be perfect for that slot, if you can get him. This is taking advantage of a bad situation, something that your Sun Tzu would tell you is your duty. You didn't kill Brad, no one did except Brad." 

"If the story we got is accurate." Devon said tightly.

"If it is. I'm calling in the morning to find out where he is. Have Andre, and Geneva, if she's up to it, ready to go and see him. Have them spend some time. They won't need much in the way of instruction, just tell them to be sympathetic, and perhaps mention that they fondly recalled their time together." Dominique instructed. "I've backed you hundreds of times. Devon, this is my wish, don't think I won't make it an order." 

Devon lowered his head slightly. "Yes Dominique." Devon said simply. "I will obey your wishes to the best of my ability."

Dominique nodded slowly. "He'd be a good addition, if you can get him. Unlike Matt, he's stable psychologically." She regretted the comment then. She didn't even pause and continued. "I know, you didn't know, no one knew that Matt was nuttier than a fruitcake. I wasn't trying to say you screwed up. I'm just using him as an example of what Josh isn't."

Devon nodded. "Yes Dominique." He ignored the comment about Matt's stability. The thing that stung him about Louis's comment was that Matt was unstable, and it was negligent to allow him to stay. The fact that they understood this a few hours too late was even more painful, when they considered the warning signs they had not recognized. It was colossal bad taste however, to mention this unless you were a superior to the individual in question. Devon did not answer to Louis, but did answer to Dominique.

He also understood that Dominique's rebuke was partly frustration at his being at the academy so much, and not here in town spreading his influence among those in the community. They had agreed he needed to come to town at least twice a week, more often would be better, to continue lining up clients. 

He returned home after two am. Going upstairs, he set his alarm to get up on time, he had instructions to carry out, and that meant he had instructions to give. 

At 6:45, Jeannette was about to tap on Mistress Ann's door, when she saw Master Devon's door open, and the light on inside. "Master Devon?" 

"Yes Jeannette. Whatever Mistress Ann tells you, change it to Andre free today, have Geneva shower up here, and dressed to depart on short notice. Tell her to wear a respectable dress or something casual but respectable." Devon said from his door. 

Ann opened her door and looked in confusion. "Devon? What are you doing up?"

"Giving orders. There's a change, Andre Free, Geneva dressed today to go into town." 

"OK, Andre was going to teach Crystal this morning." 

"Not anymore. I'll explain later." Devon said. 

"OK. Jeannette, get them up and moving, I guess Geneva up here, and tell Crystal we'll find some training for her shortly." Ann said.

"Yes Mistress. Where should I send Yvette and Donna?" Jeannette asked.

Ann considered. "Send Donna to Ballet with Mistress Rebecca, Donna to Oral Arts with Master Thomas, and I'll train Crystal in Ballet upstairs." 

"Yes Mistress. Diane to the Kitchen?" 

"Yeah Jeannette. That covers it." Ann said simply. 

Jeannette started moving, and Ann walked down the hall to Devon's open door. He was sitting in his chair and frowning towards the window. "Devon, when did you get in?"

"After two, and yes, I'm tired. Yes, I'd rather sleep in. Yes, I have to be up to handle this. I'll sleep later." Devon said with a testy edge to his voice.

"What's happening?" Ann asked.

"I'll brief the trainers at Breakfast, then I'll brief Andre and Geneva more after breakfast." Devon said. 

"OK, whatever." Ann said sourly as she turned back to her room. 

At breakfast the trainers exchanged glances as Devon sat down and frowned. "OK, first things first. Most of us are training, two of us are recruiting." Devon began.

"Recruiting?" Rebecca asked.

"Josh is in the Hospital, I don't know where yet, I will know soon. His Master, Brad is dead. Andre, you and Geneva are going to visit him, be compassionate, and supportive." Devon began.

Ann opened her mouth, and then closed it. "Oh shit."

"Devon, this feels sort of like robbing the grave." Rebecca softly opined.

Devon glared at her. "As soon as breakfast is over, Geneva and you Andre will discuss this with me in more detail. For the rest of us, we need know only that Josh is hurt, and as a former student, we're concerned enough to send someone to check on him." 

"Devon." Ann began. Then she nearly exploded. "Jesus Christ, let them bury the poor bastard before you try and entice his lover to join us." 

Devon glared at Ann next. He said nothing and returned to Andre. "Andre, this is going to take a great deal of charm, and charisma. I'm asking a great deal of you, this will tax your abilities, you'll have to adapt, and overcome many potential obstacles. The briefing after breakfast is going to be a general line, the specific is your choice, and obviously Geneva's." 

Andre licked his lips nervously. He shifted uncomfortably and then said. "Devon, are we sure this is the best way to go?" 

"I'm sorry, you thought we were discussing it. We're not. I'm issuing directions here." Devon said coldly. "If you are unable to follow those directions, please say so, and I'll find someone else." 

Andre stiffened slightly. He relaxed over a period of several seconds. "Devon, I'll do it." 

Devon picked up the glass of orange juice and then set it down. "I'm sorry everyone. I know this is unexpected." He shifted and then started over. "I'm sorry that Brad is dead. I'd issue our condolences to Josh, we all know how much Josh loved him. The auto accident is supposed to be from Brad falling asleep at the wheel. As I said, I'd like to extend our condolences. Josh is a nice guy, a good slave. He also loved Brad a great deal, and I know he's hurting right now." 

"So I don't try and recruit him?" Andre asked with a note of hope in his voice.

"No, you do, but with a bit of subtlety." Devon said. 

"Devon, this isn't your idea is it?" Rebecca asked.

"I'm the one in charge here, and the orders are mine to give." Devon said stiffly. 

"Dominique, she gave you this." Ann said in understanding. 

Devon glanced at her. "The project has my wholehearted support. That's enough. Now, we're going to do it this way people. First, do we think that Josh would be happy here? I think he would be. I wish Brad were alive and well and they were fucking like minks. Brad isn't, and I didn't do anything to cause that situation. Josh could well be happy here, serving us. I think he could grow to love us, like the others. I know he's a good slave, and a good person, with a big heart. I also know his favorites here were Andre and Geneva, so let's entice him to try and live again." 

Ann leaned back a bit and stared at her plate, it was only half finished, and she didn't feel like eating any more. "I have a class soon, anything else for me?" 

Devon glared at her again, and then said. "No, Andre you're with me in Admin. The rest of you can go to class." He rose and walked out of the room leaving his own plate with nearly all the food on it.

Andre glanced at Thomas and then Rebecca and then followed Devon towards Admin where they found Jeannette and Geneva waiting for them. Jeannette was wearing the traditional slave dress of the Academy, which barely covered her ass, and was so transparent, that nudity wasn't ever too far from reality. Geneva was wearing a pair of pants and a soft shirt. Her Bra was obvious, and was bright white beneath the shirt. 

Devon was listening to the explanation when Andre stopped behind them. "Master, I don't have any dresses, nothing that would be worn this time of the morning. A couple short, as in mini skirt type of dresses, but Jeannette said to wear something to town, I got the impression I was to blend in, and this is all I have. I'm very sorry Master." Geneva said and hung her head.

"It's all right. Your clothing is perfect in fact." Devon said while trying to hide his scowl. "You're going to a Hospital, and I should have told Jeannette that." 

"A Hospital?" Geneva asked.

Devon waved them into his office and Jeannette turned and drew two cups of coffee from the pot and took them into Master Andre and Devon. Devon was behind his desk. "Jeannette, please stay for this, your opinion may be required." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and knelt beside the chair that Geneva was sitting in to keep from wrinkling her pants by kneeling. 

"To bring you both up to speed. Josh's master Brad has died in an automobile accident. Josh is in the Hospital. Geneva and Andre are going to visit with him for a bit today, and see how he's doing." Devon said.

Jeannette looked confused for a moment, looking first at Andre, and then at Geneva, and then a small smile broke across her face. "Yes Master." 

Devon watched her very carefully. "Jeannette you are the only one who has smiled when I told them that information." 

Geneva was looking confused, and uncomfortable, Andre was keeping a neutral expression on his face. "Master, Josh is currently without a master. A slave without a Master is a boat that has broken free of the dock. It will float along for a while, but eventually will sink, or be broken upon the rocks." Jeannette said.

Andre was considering. Geneva looked from Jeannette to Master Devon. "We're to entice him to choose us as his new home?" 

Devon shifted. "Yes Geneva, carefully, not coming right out and saying so, but yes. I don't know if you'll succeed. I don't know if he's so broken right now, he's reported as inconsolable, if he's so broken that he'll walk away. I don't know a great deal, so Master Andre and you will take the lead on this."

Andre was still obviously considering. "Devon, I'd like to speak to you in private, but yes, I think we can see him, and yes, I think he may be interested when he gets over the shock." 

Devon glanced at Andre, and saw that he was more supportive of the endeavor. Turning to Geneva. "Do you have a problem with this Geneva? Do you feel like we're taking advantage of Brad's death in a undignified way." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 22



Andre merged into the proper lane and exited the highway near Middleton New York and followed the GPS prompts to the Medical Center. Parking the expensive car in a safe spot, they headed inside. 

Geneva took the lead, having spent far more time in Hospitals than Andre had, she oriented herself quickly, and after getting the room number from the information desk, led the way towards the right wing. 

Andre and Geneva stopped outside the open door. Josh way lying in bed, turned on his left side. His right arm seemed bound to him by bandages, crossing his chest and held immobile. He was staring out the window, his back to the two. Andre stepped around Geneva and she followed him in. Andre stepped closer quietly, to see if Josh was asleep, he wasn't, he was just staring out the window. 

"Hey Josh, how are you feeling?" Andre asked.

Josh jumped in surprise and turned his head. Shock evident on his face. "Master Andre." Turning more he saw Geneva smiling at him. "Geneva, what happened to you? What are you doing here?"

"We just heard about your accident, and your loss, I'm very sorry Josh." Geneva said. "Master Andre and I came to see how you were doing." 

Andre shifted slightly, uncomfortable. "Josh, we all were sorry to hear about Brad. It was a great shock to us, and we can't imagine how you must be feeling."

Josh kept looking from one to the other. "You came to visit me?"

Andre nodded and shrugged at the same time. "Yeah, we're not too busy right now, so Master Devon sent us to offer our assistance and support." 

"We were happy to come Josh, really." Geneva said. Her eyes spoke volumes here, she saw his injury, and her training took over. She walked to the door and took the chart out of the slot near it. She began reading quickly, flipping pages as she went.

Andre started to chat, about Josh's injury, showing interest in his comfort, how he was doing. 

Geneva finished reading and walked to the bed again. "It looks like you're going to be out of here in another day or two at the most."

Josh got sad again. "Yeah. Brad's brother wants me and my stuff out of the Apartment right away. He never liked me, and hated that we were together." 

"I'm sorry Josh, sometimes family can be cruel." Andre sympathized. "We talked to Master Devon this morning, and he offered you one of our Guest rooms to use during your recovery." 

Geneva jumped in. "You know them Josh, you helped clean them that evening." 

Josh agreed. "Yeah, I saw them, barely more than that. I was just taking spare towels and all." He looked suspiciously from one to the other. "So you've been sent to visit me?"

Geneva sat down and glanced at Andre before replying. She was framed by the sunlight coming in the window as she sat on the sill. "Josh, you know we serve Master, you know we'd never disobey him, or fail to carry out any order he gave us right?"

Josh nodded and watched Geneva suspiciously. "This is one of those times when Obedience to Master is a pleasure, because I for one liked you. I even liked tormenting you. I liked it better when you were able to let me please you, but I jumped at the chance to come see you."

"What happened to your nose, your eyes?" Josh asked.

Geneva looked uncomfortable. She looked to Andre for help. Andre fielded the question. "She was attacked by a student, he beat her up. He broke her nose." 

Josh looked horrified. "Are you all right?" 

"Yeah, it's healing. It'll be fine in another couple weeks." Geneva said easily. 

Turning to Master Andre, Josh had a bit of sarcasm in his voice as he asked the next question. "So I'm being offered a room, and what do I have to perform to have it?"

"Nothing. It's there for you. You know the quality of food. We have clinics nearby, for any follow up treatment you'd need. It would allow you to rest and recuperate." Andre said. "No strings attached." 

"Why?" Josh asked.

Andre took his hand gently, and said. "Josh, we all were fond of you. We tormented you because it's what we do, and what you did, we don't know if you still want to. I'm sure you don't know either. This has been a huge shock to you, and we learned of it this morning. Master Devon learned last night, and the instructions for us were issued this morning. No, that's not right, they weren't instructions really. More like an offer to let us do this, we could have said no, neither of us did." 

"Why me?" 

"Josh, if you choose to stay in this life, and it's your choice, to make freely, there is a position available for you at the Academy. We'd take you in, finish your training, and work you near to death." Geneva said. She moved to stand next to Master Andre and leaned down a bit. "Besides, house slaves get play time, and I'd like having you around for that." 

Josh smiled a bit. Then he got sad again. "Brad is getting buried tomorrow. The Doctor isn't sure I'll be out in time." 

Andre gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "We'll take you to the grave, let you say good bye any time you want Josh." 

"His Brother is being a Dick about me being in the apartment. He said I have to get out. He never did like me, or what Brad and I did." Josh said.

Andre pulled a chair up. "His brother is like many closed minded people. They don't understand anything they aren't involved in, and assume anyone who is doing something slightly different, well they're doing something wrong." 

Josh snorted. "That's being polite. I just think of him as a Bigoted asshole." 

Andre sighed. Geneva looked sad at him. "You've had a rough life haven't you?" 

Josh nodded. "Yeah. My Dad tossed me out for being a fag." He wiped an eye briefly. "His mother, my Grandmother, wrote me out of the will for being a sissy." 

Geneva put a hand on his shoulder, supportive, letting him know he wasn't alone. Josh continued. "The only people who seem to like me are people at the clubs, and who knew what Brad and I were. What Brad was, and what I was." 

Andre wanted to offer something supportive, but he couldn't. He didn't know what to say. After a long moment he injected the obvious. "We understand this life, and we know what kind of dedication it takes to do it. We admire those with the courage to partake in it, and understand the sacrifices that people must make to follow their dreams." 

Josh freed his hand again, and wiped an eye. "I miss Brad so much. I can't believe he's gone. I keep thinking he's going to walk in and wonder what I'm doing laying around when there's things to do." 

"We really are very sorry for your loss Josh." Andre said. 

Josh nodded. "I know, I'm not fishing for sympathy. I'm trying to get a grip on it. I really am." He rubbed his shoulder and rolled his neck as if trying to relieve a cramp. Geneva knew that meant the pain meds were wearing off, and he needed another dose. 

"Josh, it takes time. It takes time to get used to big changes in life. It takes time to get used to the loss." Geneva said. She sat on the windowsill again. "All you need to do is make it through today, don't worry about tomorrow, just get through today." 

Josh was quiet for a while, and then he looked at Andre. "Master, I don't know if I want to do this anymore." 

Andre understood. "I know, and I really do understand. So does Devon. We figured you would have trouble with a place to stay while you are healing, so we offered the guest room. Slaves don't go to guest rooms, friends, and clients, like a visiting Master will stay there." 

Josh nodded his head. "Thanks." He turned to Geneva. "How did you know they were going to release me in two days?"

"It's in your chart. The expected release date is noted. I'm a medic. I've spent years reading those kinds of things." Geneva said. 

Josh nodded again. "They say I'm starting Physical Therapy this afternoon, start to move my arm. They said I'd need it for a couple months." 

"It's not that big of a deal." Geneva said. "I've never worked in the therapy stuff, but I did get classes on it, in case I had to fill in for someone. That kind of thing." 

'Did the Army teach you everything?" Andre asked as a joke.

"They teach you a lot. I know when someone needs surgery, and how badly they're hurt. Since we don't have many Doctors in the Army, we make due by having well trained Medics and PA's. One I worked with for a couple years was a former Medic from the Special Forces, and he taught me a bunch of things. That's how the Army does it really. They put you with someone who can train you, and then they put you with someone else. So you're always learning." Geneva said. "I liked taking care of people when I was in. I liked seeing to their injuries or when they were sick. I liked the idea that I was helping them."

"Why did you get out?" Josh asked.

"They wanted me to be in charge." Geneva looked sad now. "I don't want to be in charge. I don't want to be the one that the soldiers come to for answers. Yes, I know, I was supposed to be helping them that way too." Geneva dismissed this argument with a wave of her hand. "I wasn't. I was just the one who picked who went on patrols, and who didn't. I was the one who sent people to accompany a convoy, and if they got hurt, it was my fault." Geneva looked sick. "I couldn't sleep. I hated being in charge, just hated it."

Josh nodded understanding. "Sorry, I was just curious." 

Geneva nodded. "It's OK. I'm able to do what I want now. Besides now I'm Master's medic, and I take care of Master, and his property, the rest of the slaves." 

Josh nodded. "Master, this is the best offer I've had. Somewhere to rest, to recover." He looked suspicious for a moment. "No strings right?" 

"No strings Josh. I promise." Master Andre said sincerely. 

"Thank you Master." Josh answered softly. 

Geneva stood and said. "I'm going to talk to the nurses. Find out if there's anything I should know since I'm going to be taking care of you too Josh." She walked to the door and turned left in the hallway. 

Andre held Josh's hand. "We'll help you get on your feet. After that, well we'll talk about that when it's time." 

Josh nodded. 

Devon was at lunch. "So in short, right now Andre and Geneva are offering support and friendship, and a guest room, to a friend who's had a hard time." 

Ann spoke first. "Devon, you used similar language this morning, and at the time I thought you were using euphemism's for recruiting Josh as a house slave. I'm sorry." 

"I was." Devon said. 

Ann looked uncomfortable. "Are you still?"

"No." Devon shifted and glanced at Rebecca and Thomas. "I've been a fool lately." Before anyone could object he raised his hand. "I've been unwilling to forgive my mistake with Matt. I've been reliving it time and time again." 

"We all make mistakes Devon." Ann protested.

"I've never before misjudged anyone so badly Ann. It's taken some time to get used to." Devon admitted.

Rebecca who saw if not the old Devon, then a more accurate version of him. "What helped bring it into focus?" 

"The behavior of the slaves this morning. Remembering something I read a while back." Devon explained. "There was a man, he was naked and beating up vending machines with a baseball bat when the police arrived. The news story said he was on a 72-hour psychiatric hold. I researched that this morning. It seems that the Psychiatrists think it takes three days to get a good idea of what a person is thinking. I had about twelve hours; from the time Matt arrived, to when he attacked Geneva. I decided that if the experts, people with literally years of education, and training, need three days to see a glimpse of the real person inside, I was an egotistical ass if I expected myself to see it in three minutes, or hours." 

Thomas grinned a bit. "Can we refer to you that way?" 

Devon snickered. "Not in front of the slaves. It might harm my image." He got more serious. "I'm instituting new policies. From now on, all slaves will be chained to the wall their first couple days, until we've had a chance to see them and learn about them. They can get out of the chains, but the alarm in my room will sound if they pull the string." 

"Do we chain Donna and Yvette?" Ann asked.

He shook his head. "No, they've been here a week. We'll call it something like total control or training masters property to keep from wondering off or whatever." 

Rebecca glanced at her watch and noted that she still had ten minutes. "Ok, any changes to how we're running today?"

Devon shook his head. "No. Run as normal. We have lot's to do right now." 

Ann shifted slightly. "Devon, are you staying up?"

"No. I'm going back to bed. I didn't sleep much last night, and I want to head to town tonight." Devon seemed to be considering. "I'll take Diane with me tonight." 

"I'll let the slaves know." Rebecca said.

At the Hospital in Middletown, Andre and Geneva were seeing to Josh's lunch, helping him to get things organized, chatting with him about things while he ate. Mostly, they understood that they were keeping him company. The Nurse came in and took his vital signs, Geneva introduced herself and asked a couple more questions. The Doctor would be around sometime after four was the only useful information she got. 

When the Physical Therapists arrived, Geneva remained to watch and see what kind of exercises Josh would need to help his shoulder heal. Andre felt a hollow pit in his stomach, and assumed that Geneva felt the same way. He headed off to find somewhere to get a couple sandwiches for them. Stopping at a pay phone he called the Academy.

Devon was asleep according to Jeannette. "OK Jeannette. Tell him that Josh has accepted our invitation for a guest room, as a guest. We told him that there were no strings attached to the offer." 

"Yes Master. Anything else?"

"Geneva wants to talk to the Doctor, and see what she needs to do as the house medic to care for Josh. He'll be here about four or so. I guess we'll come back sometime after that." Andre said vaguely.

"Master, I've been informed that Master Devon is going back to town tonight. He's probably going to take Diane with him." Jeannette informed him.

Andre asked her to relay the information, and get any instructions for him that were needed when Devon woke as they may not be able to call back, and probably wouldn't be back before seven in the evening.

After speaking with the Doctor, and getting special instructions for the long term care of Josh, and a promise from the Doctor to give them a referral they could use when they got home for follow up care, they departed as the Hospital was going to be serving Dinner. Josh understood, and seemed a little more cheerful when they left. Knowing you've got a place to sleep and friends helps you over a loss. It gives you something to look forward to, while you get used to the change in what was.

Devon listened to the report from Jeannette and issued additional instructions, Jeannette turned to go and was stopped. "Jeannette, would Josh fit in here? I mean as a house slave?" 

"Of course Master, you wouldn't offer it to him if he wouldn't." Jeannette said simply. 

"What about Matt?" Devon asked suspecting her response.

"Master, you were giving him a week's trial for liking. You've done that with everyone except Geneva, and she proved she wanted to serve. Even then, you had her in the training wing until she was past phase one. You would have thrown her out if she hadn't demonstrated that this is really what she wanted." 

"Thank you Jeannette, I was just curious as to how the slaves felt." Devon explained. 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said left his room.

Devon stretched and rubbed his face. Deciding a shower would help wake him, he started his morning routine again. 

Downstairs the trainee's were helping to take care of the house while Dinner was prepared. The Trainers were busy typing their reports of the days activities, and Diane was hustling in the kitchen, and realized she'd been sweating. Resolving to take a quick shower, she mustn't embarrass Master Devon by stinking, 

Jeannette had taken the time to prepare clothing that she thought Master would like on Diane. Things that would accentuate her attributes, she had long legs, and a big inviting ass. Her neck was long, although at the moment, adverse to swallowing a cock, it would in time. 

Jeannette headed downstairs to eat with Diane, so she could help prepare her to accompany Master Devon into town. Jeannette true to form, was explaining to Diane how to serve Master in public. "You did it before, with me when we won the bet with Luke." 

"Yeah, but all I did was follow your lead Jeannette." Diane said. 

"Just do the same thing. Obey his signals, be prepared to obey any command. Kneel until he gives you permission by a sign, to go and mingle. You know that routine, you've been mingling all your life." Jeannette told her over the simple meal. Advanced Ballet included the hand signs for the basic position commands. Diane knew she was trained in those, and also knew they would be no problem. Mistress Rebecca was reasonably pleased with her training there. 

"Yeah, OK Jeannette. Worse case scenario, I get punished right?" Diane asked grinning. 

"Slut." Jeannette said playfully obvious by the friendly smile on her face.

"Yep, but it feels so good." Diane said playing back. "What's up here tonight?"

"I don't know." Jeannette said. "If the Masters told the trainee's anything they didn't tell me. Andre and Geneva will probably be gone tomorrow. After chores, Crystal and I are going to play, she's wound tighter than a drum right now." 

"Tell me about it. This afternoon, when I saw her. I was afraid we were going to start putting her to bed with Clifford strapped in." Diane said referencing the largest Dildo in the cunt training room. A big red monster named after a cartoon dog. 

Jeannette giggled. "Clifford is as big as her arm." Crystal was petite. Perhaps five foot two, and had pert breasts, a shapely ass, cute pixie face, and was a dark blond, almost dirty blond who's exuberance would try the patience of everyone in the house at times. 

Diane leaned closer. "You heard the Master's talking too right?" 

Jeannette looked confused a moment. "About what?"

"Crystal. Is she really a natural pain nymphomaniac?" Diane asked.

"Geneva told you?" Jeannette asked.

Diane nodded. "She said we'd have to watch out for her. She won't know when to stop." 

Jeannette considered. Breaking Master's trust hadn't really happened. Geneva had told Diane, but not to gossip, to keep an eye on Crystal. Much like Devon had told Jeannette, probably knowing that Geneva was listening, or he had probably come right out and discussed it with her, getting her medical opinion as well. "Yeah. That's what Master Devon told me. That Crystal is a natural pain nymph. She converts pain to sex drive, amazingly well according to him." 

"Geneva said to keep an eye on her, that it was possible she'd get hurt if we weren't careful." 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill her tonight." Jeannette offered as a means of lightening the conversation.

"No Jeannette that's not what I meant." Diane was serious now. "I don't know anything about this stuff. Geneva said to just keep an eye on her, especially during advanced training. She won't give you clues that you need to stop, she won't beg, or stop you. Depending on how advanced she is, she could literally die fucking with a big grin on her face." 

Jeannette nodded. "Master is aware of that. I think he talked to Geneva to get her opinion; he usually does on medical things. He knows Crystal's a challenge." Jeannette hesitated, considering what she was saying, and what she felt comfortable saying to Diane. "I think Master is planning on finding out how developed this trait is, and addressing it, like we did with Geneva, turning her need to be humiliated into a need to serve and please Master." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 22



Diane nodded her understanding. "It's scary is all. She's so young, and already so much more advanced than I am at pain tolerance and all that." 

"It's not pain tolerance to her, it's pleasure. It is scary. It's dangerous, and thank you God for helping her find us. Can you imagine what would have happened if she'd been grabbed by a real sadistic bastard?" 

Diane shuddered. "God." Sitting back she glanced at her watch. "Shit, I need a quick shower Jeannette. It's getting warm in the Kitchen with the sun blasting in the windows." 

"Yeah, it's going to start heading south soon." Jeannette comforted her and reminded her of the seasonal changes all at the same time.

Diane was up and moving, Jeannette took both trays to the kitchen, and then followed her up the stairs. Diane was showering in the staff wing, hurrying through a modified morning routine. 

While Devon was at Dinner discussing events as he understood them with the trainers minus one, he accepted the information from the three on the training so far today and after being brought up to date he issued instructions for them and the training tomorrow morning.

Ann acknowledged the instructions and asked. "Before we break, any instructions for Andre we need to know about?" 

Devon shook his head. "I'll be up in the morning to talk to him personally. Then I'll go back to bed." 

Ann nodded. "Ok, let's go to work gang." They had classes to teach. 

Jeannette had finished helping Diane get ready, checking everything to make sure it was perfect for Master, and then had waited with her in the dayroom until Master called that he was ready to go. This was as it should be, slaves waited on Master. Master should never, wait for a slave. 

Crystal flew through clean up of the slave dishes, and was done with the pots and pans before the Master's were done eating. She waited impatiently, her need for a night of orgasms making her antsy. 

Andre and Geneva arrived back at the Academy just before Devon left for the clubs in town. Dinner was finished, and Andre indicated that he and Geneva would whip something up before bed. After reporting in full to Devon, Andre waited while Devon digested the information. 

Geneva knelt in Master Devon's room, and was astounded. Master Andre had just summarized a day's worth of conversation, leaving nothing of any real relevance out, omitting only the small talk and casual discussion. It was stunning really, to realize how awesome the Master's were. Geneva knew of course how skilled they were as Master's, but the ability to remember a full day's conversation like that, and to be able to report on it so casually, so easily, was not something she'd seen before. Realizing that the Master's typed the reports soon afterwards only so they could report right away, and not fall behind in their work, Geneva wondered how much they could retain for long periods of time. 

"Thank you Andre. Geneva, you look unsettled. Are you all right?" Devon asked.

"Yes Master, I've never seen Master's report to you is all. Sorry." Geneva said sheepishly.

Devon nodded. "What are the Medical considerations? Anything that you think may be an issue with his recovery?" 

"No Master." Geneva began her own report not realizing that in her own way, she was doing things pretty much as Master Andre did. "His collar bone is broken, but has been surgically repaired. I didn't see the X-Ray's but the description is pretty straightforward. A Metal plate and a couple screws to hold the bone together while it heals. The Doctor's notes and comments made me believe they were permanent, although that is not as definite as it might seem." Geneva went on to explain that occasionally, the so-called permanent braces would be removed due to pain or discomfort of the patient. 

"So you don't see any problems with his recovery? Nothing yet I mean." Devon asked to clarify.

"No Master. Physical Therapy according to the therapist I spoke with is actually pretty easy. Just let him use the arm every day, a little at first, and encourage the flexibility of the joint by stretching exercises. An hour or two every day. She suggested swimming, but we don't have a pool, and said that light weights in a couple weeks would be just as effective." Geneva summarized that conversation too. 

Devon nodded. "You've both done excellent work. I thank you both." He shifted. "Would either of you object to heading up there again tomorrow?" After getting the expected agreements. "Then consider yourselves free to do just that. Confirm that he's to be released on Monday, and otherwise just keep him company." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said. She saw Andre nodding his agreement and understanding.

"Get something to eat, and I've got to head to town to allow people to see the Master's Master that Cathy convinced them I am." Devon said with a note of sarcasm. 

Geneva smiled knowing that Master Devon trusted her with this information, and knew she'd never betray it to anyone. 

Andre and Geneva managed to whip up a quick dinner of things that Chef had in the fridge, and left him a note to that effect. 

Crystal and Jeannette were passionately making out in Jeannette's room. Jeannette decided to tease Crystal a bit, let her know what she still had to learn when she got out of phase two. Jeannette placed her hand on Crystal's pelvis as she gently licked the mons. 

Geneva came out of the staff bathroom unbuttoning her blouse and stopped in the doorway to Jeannette's room. Those two were really going at it. A collection of toys lay on the bed and Geneva felt a gnawing hunger in her. "Can I join in?" 

Jeannette glanced over her shoulder and couldn't remember if Geneva was on restriction. "Your nose?" 

"No one told me I can't come, it might be hard to return the favor." Geneva said, her eyes locked on the collection of Dildo's and vibrators on the bed. She removed her shirt and held it in her hand, not wanting to toss it into the room.

Jeannette understood and nodded. "Grab one and jump in. This little slut got all horny while Mistress Ann talked dirty to her." 

Crystal was rubbing her pussy. Jeannette pulled her hand away. "Now you lay there slut, and let us do the work." 

Andre saw Geneva disappear into Jeannette's room. Knowing what she was about to do, he called her name. 

Geneva reflexively held her shirt over her bra-covered breasts. "Yes Master?" 

Andre stared in surprise. Was Geneva actually trying to cover herself? Geneva realized her mistake and held her head down. "Master, I'm so very sorry." She had lowered her shirt already. "It was just a reflex, after pretending to be normal all day." 

Andre walked to her considering his response. She had behaved normally all day. She was a phase three slave in training though, and had been doing this for months. He glanced in the room and saw Crystal and Jeannette looking upset, even horrified in Jeannette's case. "I suppose I can understand that slave. I was just going to suggest you not play all night, because we've got another full day ahead of us. I think that behaving normally, like the squares in public was too much of a stretch for you. Perhaps you should be reminded, even when we're in public, that you are a slave." 

"Master, I'm so very sorry." Geneva said sadly, watching chances of an orgasm evaporate before her. 

"So you said." Andre was thinking fast. What kind of reminder could be used. Glancing at the collection of toys on the bed, he suddenly had an idea. "I'll let you play tonight, as a reward for your excellent service today, the last couple weeks in fact. To see if we can remind you of your place in this house, this life, I think I should help you out tomorrow." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said with hope in her voice. An orgasm would be so sweet, and Master Andre wasn't really a softie, was he being generous?

"Tomorrow, I'm going to hang a weight from your clit ring, need I say that underwear is forbidden? In fact, I'm going to find you a dress to wear. Something that is loose and flowing enough to hide your discomfort." Andre said as he finalized his plans.

Geneva's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "Master, we'll be in a hospital."

"Oh I know slave. Every step will be torture. The weight will swing, and need I remind you that except for playtime, your orgasms are not your own?" Andre said with a wicked grin.

"No Master." Geneva said almost stunned. She had just been promised torture of an unendurable nature, and she was even hornier than she had been when she looked in on Crystal and Jeannette. 

Andre nodded and turned to walk down the hall. "Have a good time tonight, a reward for your excellent service." 

Geneva turned to find Jeannette looking at her with something akin to shock on her face. Jeannette heard squishing sounds behind her and turned to find Crystal plunging a good sized Pink dildo in and out of her cunt. Crystal was madly plumbing at her depths. "Oh God, the torture, it would be..." Crystal didn't finish the sentence, she came loudly instead. 

Geneva stepped into the room and looked at Jeannette. "I'm dead."

Jeannette knowing the power of the rings, and Geneva's particular kink of public humiliation nodded slowly. Geneva was as good as dead. She'd never be able to walk through a hospital with a weight swinging on her clit ring. She'd orgasm about every other step. 

Geneva sighed. "Jeannette, do you think I can wear it out, make it numb tonight so it doesn't get me tomorrow?" 

Jeannette shook her head. "We can try, but I don't think so." 

Crystal was rolling back and forth gently as she came down. "Oh God Geneva, that's awesome." She looked at Geneva and imagined the feelings she would have. "I got to get some rings." 

Jeannette shook her head. "Come on Geneva, party tonight, because tomorrow, you may die." 

Geneva nodded. 

Andre was considering. Geneva had said she had mini skirt type dresses, and that may be what the situation called for. He wrote a quick note for Devon describing the situation, and his punishment, and asked for Devon to communicate if there was any desired change. He had just finished when there was a knock on his open door. Turning he found Ann apparently fresh from class. 

"Sorry to bother you Andre, but I was curious as to throw Josh is doing?" Ann asked.

"He's OK, physically anyway. He's depressed, normal I guess after a loss like this. He's feeling kind of rejected too, Brad's family isn't fond of Josh, or what Brad and he did." Andre summarized. 

Ann nodded. "Know that feeling, guess we all do."

Andre nodded absently. "I'm glad you stopped by. I need you to help me real quick with Geneva." 

"What's up?" Ann asked. Andre told her and Ann first gaped at him, and then grinned evilly. "You are a real black hearted bastard you know that?" 

Andre shrugged. "Are you saying she will find this punishment effective?" Andre asked innocently.

"She'll be dripping all over the place." Ann was quiet for a moment, listening down the hall. Sounds of passion filled the hallway as the three ladies made love in Jeannette's room. 

"I think Jeannette may have a couple dresses that will work, unless you have something that is better suitable, that's my plan." Andre summarized.

Ann considered. "Make her wear heels too. At least two inches, three would be better." 

Andre was confused. "Heels?"

Ann looked at him knowingly. "The reason guys like it when we wear heels is because it forces us to sway when we walk, our hips, and bodies move more, enticingly for the guy. For Geneva with the weight on the ring, it will move even more." 

Andre chuckled. "Thank you, although one might ask if you are joining me in the black hearted bastard category." 

Ann nodded slowly. "I have a dress she can use. Let me get it." Ann left and came back handing Andre the clothes. 

Andre looked at them. A knee length denim jumper type dress, loose fitting, flowing even. A blouse was there as well, heavy cotton, a comfortable shirt to go with comfortable dress. Andre nodded. 'Perfect Ann, thank you."

Ann nodded and turned to leave. At the doorway she hesitated and took another look at Andre. Perhaps it was time to forgive him. "Andre, would you mind some company this evening?" 

Andre looked slightly surprised. Then recovering he nodded slightly. "I think I just might Ann, and thank you again." 

Ann stepped back inside the room and closed the door. 

Geneva was lapping wildly at Crystal's cunt while Jeannette plunged the big dildo in and out of Geneva's pussy. Geneva gripped Crystal's hips tightly as she came again, Jeannette paying attention to her ring. Her only hope to help Geneva make it through the day was to exhaust her tonight. If she was so tired tomorrow that she couldn't notice the stimulation of the swinging weight, then perhaps she might survive the day. 

Crystal rolled off Geneva and lay down beside her. She looked at the woman and then again imagined the torture that would be endured tomorrow. Talk about being property. Made to suffer all day, your pussy on fire, twitching in need. Your clit screaming for release. Every fiber of your body straining for release, begging and being denied permission to come. Oh God. If there was an image of the true slave, that was it. Tortured all day long with desire to come, and knowing your agony served the whims of your Master. 

Jeannette turned to suggest that someone find their own bed, she was exhausted, and it looked like Geneva was too. Crystal had the big pink Dildo in her hands again. She shoved it deep into her pussy. Jeannette blinked. "Jesus, again?"

"It's awesome. Tortured all day, for the amusement of your Master, oh God." Crystal panted speaking quickly, her hands driving the dildo deep inside her. "What could he make you do for permission to come, what wouldn't you do? Oh God." 

Jeannette looked at Geneva who was staring in awe at the teenager. She'd had half a dozen good orgasms already, and showed no signs of slowing down. In fact, she was even more energized, more aroused than she was before. 

Geneva shook her head. Crystal was a Nymph all right. Geneva felt sore, her pussy was sore, and her desire sated for the time being. Yet, Crystal wanted even more, and as she exchanged glances with Jeannette, they knew what they'd have to do to stop her tonight. She'd fuck herself to death with that dildo if you gave her the chance. Crystal was frigging her clit with one hand while pummeling her pussy with the dildo. 

"Oh God, I bet he makes you admit it to someone, to humiliate you." Crystal came again, shoving the dildo deep within herself. 

Jeannette stared in awe, and reached for the bindings' she'd brought from downstairs. They were going to have to chain Crystal up tonight, to get her to stop. 

Ann reached for Andre's hand, and he gently took it. "I'm sorry I hurt you that badly Andre, I didn't mean for it to get bruised." 

"It's all right, bruises heal, and I know what happens when I cross the line." Andre said gently.

Ann allowed herself to be drawn into an embrace and then kissed Andre gently. Minutes later, when the kiss was broken, Ann was ready for sex. Andre was a good kisser, tender, and attentive. 

"What can I do for you tonight Mistress Ann?" 

Ann looked at him for a moment. "I don't know, any suggestions?"

"You don't have a fantasy you'd like to explore?" Andre asked suggestively.

Ann caressed his face gently. "Not tonight, perhaps some other night." She leaned in and kissed him again, and felt hands on her shirt, gently and tenderly opening her buttons. Tonight, she wanted slow, gentle lovemaking. Some other night, she'd look at fantasies they could explore; it was after all, part of her training.

Andre carefully caressed and enticed Ann, knowing he was forgiven, but also knowing the ice was very thin here. If he went too far tonight, it would be years before he was trusted again. He removed her shirt and then gently unfastened her bra. The dance of sex continued, clothing dropped onto the floor, intermingled, intermixed. Ann's bikini panties were last, as Andre lay her gently onto the bed. Ann felt his caress, his attentions, and relaxed into them. As her arousal increased, she decided to wickedly break her secret open to him. She nudged him onto his back, and then caressing the endowment between his legs, lowered her head to take him into her mouth. 

Andre was about to give himself the command to grow erect when he stopped. Ann was using mouth techniques from Oral Arts. Not phase one either, phase two. That tongue swirl was from Station Six, and unless he was sadly mistaken, that trick of rolling her tongue across the head was a classic station eight move. "You're trained?" 

Ann licked along the underside of the shaft and gently nodded her head. A wicked knowing smile played across her lips and her eyes twinkled with a private delight. She had given blowjobs to boyfriends before. She had even swallowed the seed, but it wasn't until here, that she'd known that she was an amateur at the art of love. Now, she wasn't a professional, not really. She was more a gifted practitioner of the art. 

Andre allowed himself to grow erect with her ministrations. Ann was enjoying herself, and once he was hard, decided she was ready, and wanted that monster pushing her everywhere. She moved up and straddled him, slowly lowering herself onto it. She impaled herself on his cock. 

Andre reached up and caressed her waist, her hips, and her breasts. Allowing her to pleasure herself first, to get what she wanted. 

Crystal objected that they shouldn't tie her up, they weren't the Masters. Geneva and Jeannette simply overpowered her, and bound her wrists and ankles to Jeannette's bed. Now Crystal lay straining at the bindings. Knowing it was useless, but desperate to get free, and play with herself more. 

Jeannette had gone to Geneva's room to sleep, and they cuddled up together smiling wickedly. As they closed their eyes on a day, they wondered how Crystal would feel in the morning. 

Ann was on her back, her legs wrapped around Andre's powerful waist, and he was thrusting deeply into her. It wasn't the bruising power thrusts of the dungeon. It was the long slow motion of more romantic sex. Ann liked it, and liked that he gently tapped her clit with his pelvis each time he inserted himself. Her third orgasm started in her toes and pulsed through her body, she reflexively pulled Andre deeper into her, moaning passionately as she held him tightly. 

Andre felt his own orgasm increasing, and since he'd already decided to go au natural so to speak, he let it wash over him as Ann's whole body gripped him tightly. Her arms around his back, her legs around his waist, she held him tightly, and he felt himself ejaculate deeply inside her. 

As the tension passed them both, Andre lowered his head and kissed her gently. Ann responded, her hair damp across her forehead. Her eyes barely open, showing her level of contentment, of her exhaustion. Andre didn't speak, he rolled off of her, pulling her close to him, to allow her to cuddle and then sleep. He held her in his arms, and she dozed off cuddled next to him. He slowly counted to a thousand, giving her time to fall asleep. Then he gently disentangled himself, and stood next to the bed. He took the note he'd written Devon, and added a couple lines to the bottom, then walked to the hallway through the silence of the hallway to slide it under Devon's door. Then he returned, and joined the warmth of his bed. Covering Ann and himself with the sheet and blanket, he allowed himself to doze off as well. 

At the VIP of the Club de Sade, Diane was chatting with a couple slaves, answering questions about the Academy. Cathy walked up to the group. "Hey Diane, how are you doing, not used to seeing you around here anymore." Cathy said in a friendly tone of voice.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 22



"Master brought me." Diane said gesturing towards Master Devon. "How have things been with you Cathy? Anxious to return to the school?" 

Cathy grinned. "Yes, and no. David said I shouldn't worry about it. But really, with all the training I've heard you all have been doing, I'm afraid of some trained slave taking him from me." 

Laura, another kept slave asked the obvious. "So you want to go back?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure. It damn near killed me. I don't know how she does it every day." Cathy said gesturing to Diane. "Is it like that for you too? The House Slaves I mean." 

Diane nodded. "Every day, you collapse into bed exhausted. Master wrings every bit of energy out of you every day." 

Laura bit her lip. "The training, is it as good as I've heard?" 

Cathy nodded. "I don't know where they got it, but God almighty, they're amazing." Cathy hesitated. "Diane, could you tell me if they always treat the trainee's like they did me? I mean, do they always have them crying half the time too?" 

Diane bit her lip. Not sure how to answer. On the trip into town, Master had said to answer any questions, tell the truth. So while it seemed bad, she was going to do it. "Yeah Cathy, they do. I've been crying a bit too. They flog the crap out of you, and then demand that you do whatever you did incorrectly again, this time do it right." 

"How's Geneva?" Cathy asked.

"Fine, Master Andre took her to visit Josh, I know you heard." Diane said knowing the community of expensively kept slaves wasn't too big.

"Yeah." Cathy said. "I heard last night. It's a shame. Brad was cute." Cathy said.

"I was in the Executive Club when the news broke." Laura said. "I'd met Josh, and Gerry had mentioned that we should play with them sometime. Josh was so different when he came back from the Academy, it was like..." She hesitated, obviously searching for the right word. "I don't know Cathy, what was it like for you?"

"Hell on earth." Cathy said semi serious. "Are they doing your butt yet Diane?" 

"Not yet, but not long. I'm nearly ready according to Master Thomas." Diane admitted. "I've gotten hung up on Deep Throat, so they're spending more time teaching me that. I've got Massage one down, and am on Massage two." 

"Dinner Parties?" Cathy asked.

"No sweat, I can do that easy." Diane said with a grin. "Mistress Rebecca works with us on that." 

"Then you have it right, or you wouldn't have any skin left." Cathy laughed. 

"Diane, I'm going to mention to Gerry that I should go to school." Laura began. "I don't know how to say this. Gerry is a great guy, he treats me well, cares for me. I just feel like if this is all I have to offer him." She gestured to herself. "Then I should do it well. I guess." 

Diane nodded. "Laura, if you come to the academy, the quickest way to success is to think of yourself as property. Do what you are told, as quickly as possible, the way you are told." 

"Don't forget to ignore the others while you're in the bathroom." Cathy said.

"That comes in a day or two. Everyone has trouble at first. Even I did, when it was just Jeannette and me." Diane said reassuringly. 

"What about the bathroom?" Laura asked suspiciously.

"It's community, and I mean common. No stall walls, just toilets along the wall. Common shower, no individual stalls." Cathy said smiling wickedly. 

"What?" Asked a shocked Laura. "No Bathrooms in your room?" 

Diane shook her head. "Masters have that, we don't. We're slaves, not worth the trouble." She shrugged. "What do slaves need with privacy? What do slaves need with Modesty? What would we do with it?"

Laura shook her head. "I'm not pissing or shitting in front of a crowd." 

"They're doing the same thing you are, and I promise, they're faster." Cathy said. "I hated it. Every morning." 

"Jesus Christ, who lives like that." Laura asked in stunned shock.

"I do, we all do there." Diane said. "Every morning I go next to my fellow slaves, and they're with me. Every day I shower with them. We're together, because we choose to be there." 

"It's a real shock to see it Laura, I promise." Cathy nodded knowingly. "There's three of them on the toilet, then they move almost as one to the shower. Then they're out of the shower and to the sinks, and then with hair still damp, they're to breakfast and then class." 

"When do they do make up and that kind of thing?" Laura asked. "My hair can't dry like that, it's awful." 

"We don't wear make up. We don't do our hair. We have work to do." Diane said shrugging. "I'm done up to accompany Master Devon, otherwise I would be home asleep now." 

"Probably in bed with Thomas." Cathy said playfully. 

"If Master instructs me to attend, I will." Diane said with a knowing smile.

"Does that mean they call you to sleep with them?" Laura asked. "Is Andre really that good looking?" 

Diane nodded. "He's got a fucking huge cock too. It's got to be at least nine inches, and as thick as hell. I thought it was going to come out my mouth last time." 

"Are you complaining?" Cathy asked. 

Diane shook her head smiling. "No, I'm just glad he didn't call me the next night. I was sore as hell the next day." 

"Do they call the trainee's? I mean, will they have at me too?" Laura asked almost wistfully.

"Not in phase one, but in phase two, it's a definite possibility. They'll certainly live test your sleeping and cunt training." Diane explained.

"I wasn't there that long was I?" Cathy asked.

Diane shook her head. Laura asked. "So are you Master Thomas's normally?" 

Diane shook her head again. "I belong to the house, any Master is my Master." 

"So they swap off on you?" Laura asked confused.

Diane shrugged. "One night, Mistress Rebecca may call me, the next no one. I may get fucked in training, cunt training or arousal usually. Some times my week is full, one Master after another." She shrugged again helplessly. "Then there's the parties with Jeannette." She explained about the rules for house slaves and playtime. 

"Wow, a fuck fest among the slaves." Laura said smiling. "Sounds like fun." 

Diane's watch beeped and then it clicked. She glanced at it and said. "Have to run." Turning she sought out Master Devon and found him standing near some people next to a couple of the Private Rooms. As she approached he gestured to indicate that she was to remain standing when she arrived. Diane did so and asked. "Yes Master?" 

"Diane, This is Mr. Thompson. He's with Pleasure Products, and they're going to be selling the products that we've developed as part of a Vassal Academy Line. He would like to have you attend him." Devon said.

Diane didn't blink. Jeannette had told her for months this day would come, when she'd be told to fuck someone, and she was ready. He wasn't hideously ugly, or a troll or anything. He was kind of cute, in a starched business guy way. He had an edge of something about him. The sleazy aura of an adult film studio guy, but otherwise was not too bad looking. "Yes Master." 

"I've arranged for you to use Private Room number two Adam. I hope you find her attentions worthy." Devon said and then without any other word turned and continued talking to the group. 

Diane turned her attentions to Mr. Thompson. Having had classes in Ballet Three, she knew that she wasn't supposed to call Mr. Thompson a Master, since he hadn't been introduced as one. Instead, she was to call him Sir, in deference to his position above her, but below a true Master. Also, if he gave her an order she objected two, like having him urinate on her, a violation of the hard limits of the Academy, she was permitted to walk away and report to Master Devon. No punishment would follow the refusal to break a hard limit rule of the Academy. 

Adam looked her over and gestured towards the door and Diane moved into the Private room. She walked to the couch and knelt before it, awaiting his pleasure. "So you've been doing this for about four months, is that right?"

"Yes sir." Diane said.

"Any thing I should know? I mean, do you object to being here with me?" Adam asked as he sat on the couch. 

"No sir. I'm here to attend you. Master has instructed me to do that." Diane said.

"You're kind of cute, and I almost believe you would do whatever I ask." Adam admitted. "Of course, I know it's all play." 

Diane cocked her head confused. "Sir, I'm to attend you. This is play, certainly, but not a game." 

"So you'd fuck me because he told you to?" Adam asked. "How much does he pay you?" 

"Five hundred a week, plus room and board." Diane said. "I'm a House Slave, which means I serve the house Sir." She was almost annoyed at his insults. Did he really think this was all some play act of everyone? Did he really think she'd fuck for money? She wasn't a hooker, that was insulting as hell. She was a slave, and her Master, chosen by her, and she chosen by him, had given an order. No amount of money would or could tempt her to disobey Master, she loved him. 

"I've paid shit, six times that for an hour with a pro." Adam bragged.

Diane didn't respond. She knelt and waited. Also in her training for phase three, she was told that she might have to take the lead, in the case of someone who wasn't trained as she was, to be in this community. It was obvious she was going to have to do that with Mr. Thompson. He was a square, and had no clue what she was capable of. No idea what motivated or drove her. He didn't understand it was her love Master that had her here, and no amount of explanation would make it real for him. 

"So let's say I give you an order, like, take off your shirt." Adam said casually.

Diane reached and removed her shirt without waiting. She wore no bra over her small breasts, and was now topless. 

Adam blinked. He realized the room was private, so no one could see her. That must be why. "You don't mind that?"

"Sir, I spend most of my days naked. I'm a slave, and being nude means I'm not modest. I am showing my Master what I'm offering him, and that I have nothing hidden from them." 

"Jesus." Adam breathed. "There are how many? Devon said four women house slaves right now. You all run around nude?" 

"Sure." Diane said easily. "Jeannette usually wears a slave dress, because she's the first one the public sees and Master Devon is afraid that a nude slave at the door with scare the squares, but she's nude a bunch too." 

"How about if I ask you for a blowjob." Adam asked next.

"Sir, if I may suggest something." Diane said.

Adam looked smug, like he'd found something out, or proven it was false. "Sure, go ahead." He expected the next words to be a price, or a condition.

"Assume that the stories are true, if you wish me to suck your cock, I will happily. I think you'd be more impressed if I fucked your brains out, milking your cock with my cunt." Diane said in a low bedroom voice.

Adam blinked again. He stared as Diane stood and stripped off all her clothing, which consisted of a skirt, stockings, and heels. She stood before him wearing only her collar, and then knelt before him again, this time opening his trousers, and taking his semi rigid cock out. He was average, about six inches. Shorter than the cock for station eight, and thus no problem. She lowered her head and soon had him breathing fast. 

"Jesus, you're fucking great at this honey." Adam breathed. 

Diane licked the underside and smiled. "Thank you sir, I've trained hard to serve Master." 

Then she stood up, and straddled him. She'd already gotten wet, a natural reaction anymore when she thought she was going to get sex. Part of her training she had decided.

Adam watched as she lowered herself onto his cock, and then started to squeeze him with her muscles. He had no idea how she milked a cock like that, but it felt fucking heavenly. 

Diane wasn't thinking of Adam, while she was servicing him, and riding his cock. She was thinking of doing this to Master Thomas. She really liked him. She loved it when he called her to his room, or did arousal training. He always took the chance to fuck her in arousal training. Knowing she was with Adam however, she remembered to call him Sir, and not Master. "Oh Sir, please let me come, I need to so bad."

"Let you?" Adam asked confused. "You mean help you right?" 

"No Sir, just tell me it's all right to do so. Tell me that the slave may come." Diane breathed. She was jerking now, twitching from the pleasure of her rings. 

"Uh, sure, come on slave." Adam said disbelieving. 

Diane relaxed and ground down hard, her rings did the rest. "Oh God, yes." She came. 

Adam was shocked. She was behaving like the girls in the stories he'd read. It was a lie then, he was sure of it. But she was really doing it. He was so surprised that he came without announcing it. The rush he felt with this girl on his lap was amazing. She was easily more talented in sex than a hooker he'd paid $3500 an hour for. 

Diane felt him pulse within her and tried not to grin at him. He was a minute-man, and could really use some training on that. She smiled lovingly instead, knowing that he was a pale imitation of a Master, and she felt even more gratitude that she was a member of the Academy, and with such skilled lovers. She slid off his softening cock and lowered her head to clean it properly. Adam's shocked look appeared as though it may be permanently affixed to his face now. 

"Jesus, I had to pay a girl ten thousand dollars to do that on a film." Adam breathed.

Diane looked up at him with a sparkling humor in her eye. "It's customary at the Academy Sir." She would never leave the Academy for this man. Never.

As he fixed his pants, Diane collected her clothing. She decided to shock him once more. After taking a moment to fold the clothing, she carried it before her and walked to Master Devon who was sitting and chatting with some other people. She ignored them. She knelt before him and bowed her head.

Devon waved a hand and she moved and knelt beside him still nude, her clothing folded before her. He leaned down to speak only to her. "Showing off Diane?" 

"No Master, but Mr. Thompson believed that no one would do this. I'm afraid he's rather shocked at the moment Master." Diane said softly to her Master.

Devon nodded. There was a slight hint of smile on his face. Cathy grinned at Diane, knowing this was no sweat to her, she'd done things like this, hell every day for months. 

Adam came to join the group and stared at Diane. Finally he spoke. "She's amazing Devon, and I still don't believe it." 

Devon waved a hand. "She's almost through her training. About half way through phase three. It's been slow going, because paying clients come first, but she's been pushing hard to master the techniques. We are all very pleased with her work so far." 

Diane nearly glowed with pride at the praise. She couldn't resist and looked up at Master Devon, her love for him, for them all, clear on her face. 

Devon ignored the breech of protocol, knowing the cause, and it would further the selling points of the Academy. He continued to chat about the Academy and then turned to Diane and softly said. "Use the Bathroom, clean up, and get dressed to leave." 

"Yes Master." Diane replied and moved with her clothing to obey his orders. In the restroom, despite that she hadn't been told specifically, she washed Adam out of herself. Then she dressed quickly and returned to kneel at Master Devon's side. 

In the car some twenty minutes later, Devon finally spoke. "Diane, I'm very pleased with you. Your service has been amazing, and I thank you for it."

Diane was embarrassed. "Master, I'm to serve, that's all." 

Devon turned to her at a red light just before they got on the expressway towards home. "Diane, you truly are an exceptional slave. I want you to understand, no, I need you to understand, that we are all very happy with you."

Diane hung her head in embarrassment. "Master, please."

Devon started the car moving as the light turned green and moved onto the expressway. He waited a while. "When you began this, I remember telling you that all you had to do was give us everything, the rest would take care of itself. You've done that Diane, you've given us everything we've asked for. Tonight was difficult, and I know it was." 

Diane knew he told the truth, knew he was a slave once. "I know you do Master. I know you've done everything you instruct me to do." 

"Did you have any trouble with Adam?" Devon asked.

"No Master, he was doubtful and very surprised. I believe the excitement was more than he anticipated." Diane said.

"Polite way to say he had a hair trigger." Devon said smiling. After a while, when Diane had not responded Devon decided to change tactics. "I normally give Jeannette the option of joining me after the clubs. I let her know it's optional, and I will not be offended if she feels too tired or otherwise would rather not. I'm making the same offer to you Diane. Again, if you're not comfortable, or if you are tired, or if Adam wore you out, please feel free to decline." 

Diane looked at him in genuine surprise. "Master, I'd never decline." 

Devon smiled at her. "I didn't think you would. However, I want you to understand, this lifestyle, it's voluntary." Devon shifted. "Diane, you are invited, not commanded to join me." 

"Yes Master." Diane hesitated. Jeannette hadn't mentioned this. How do you respond in such a situation. She didn't know this was another test. One to see how she stayed in character, when treated if not as an equal, then certainly above her normal station in the household. 

"You seem uncomfortable Diane, is something wrong?" Devon asked.

"Master, I'm not used to being asked." Diane hesitated. "Master, in a way, I guess you always ask, because I can always use my safeword and leave you all. I'll never do it, so in a way, I guess I've always been asked. It's just not what I've gotten used to. I'm used to orders, instructions, things like that." 

"I can certainly make it an order, if you're more comfortable with that." Devon said, no hint of disappointment, or of satisfaction in his voice. It was carefully neutral. 

Diane considered for a few more moments. How Master phrased the instructions didn't matter really did it? "Master, how you tell me something isn't as important as how I carry out the instruction. If it's a request, it's still an order of sorts, and I'll do whatever you ask me to." 

Devon smiled. "Very good Diane, you see, part of your training is to help you anticipate your Master's desires, and see to them. You demonstrated your ability to do that when I told you to attend to Adam Thompson. You demonstrated your wisdom just now. You are doing well Diane, very well." 

Diane again lowered her head. She didn't know, but she'd passed all the tests that Devon had considered, the Adam Thompson test was not planned, how could it be, but she'd done wonderfully. 

Arriving back at the house, Devon considered for a moment as he walked with Diane up to his room. She was to the size five anal plug, and while she wasn't scheduled for a live anal test anytime specifically, everyone knew it was soon. Thomas had expressed a desire to be the first, using as his explanation the understanding that it needed to be gentle, to further reassure her that it was pleasurable. He still hadn't decided when he opened his door and found the note on the floor. He bent and picked it up, opening it to read it. 

Diane entered and walked to the space before the chair and knelt to await Master's pleasure. She watched him read the note, and knew better than to ask what it was. She was certain that Master would tell her if she needed to know. 

Devon grinned at the subject, Geneva was going to have a rough day, unless he overruled Andre, and Devon decided that it was probably more than she could be expected to handle while she was at the Hospital. He didn't decide to override Andre though, just to consider it. Turning to tonight's subject, he looked at Diane. "Slave, you're attending me tonight, I expect nothing but your very best." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 23



Waking in the morning, Jeannette silenced her alarm, and then stood up from Geneva's bed. Geneva was awake and stretching too. As Jeannette went to get her morning instructions, Geneva went to release Crystal from the bindings they had left her in. 

Jeannette glanced in her room, and thought that Crystal was asleep, but didn't stop to check. She slowed and knocked on Mistress Ann's door and heard the door open behind her, the door to Master Andre's room. Turning she saw a naked Mistress Ann with morning hair stepping out nude from Master Andre's room. "Good Morning Mistress." 

"Morning Jeannette, one second, I'm running a little late." Ann said as she opened her own door. 

Devon's door opened and he stepped into the hallway before closing it gently behind him. He walked to Ann's room and stood in the doorway with Jeannette while Ann poured a cup of coffee and sat on the bed, oblivious to her nudity. "Ann, anything I should know about?" Devon asked

Ann shook her head. "Normal training is all today." Then she proceeded to issue fast instructions to Jeannette about the two trainee's. "Crystal's supposed to be in the Kitchen today, this afternoon, let's throw a plug in her ass to make it interesting for her." Ann concluded. 

"Diane's asleep, and I intend to let her sleep." Devon said. "I'll be down at breakfast though. Did Andre discuss Geneva's punishment with you?" 

Ann nodded and waved Jeannette off to carry out instructions. She sipped more coffee. "Yeah, I think she's going to be a wreck before the day is out." 

Devon agreed. "I'm thinking of modifying it, to half the day with the weight. Giving Andre instructions to remove it at lunch, especially if it's too distracting."

"Yeah, put it back on her after this is over." Ann agreed. "I was going to suggest something similar, not requiring it all day." 

Devon nodded. "Ok, well I'll see you at Breakfast." Devon turned towards his own room as three slaves marched down the hallway towards the Training wing, all moving quickly, Crystal looked rather more disheveled than normal, and Devon resolved to ask Jeannette how long they had partied last night. 

As he returned to his room he found Diane kneeling on the floor to pick up her clothing, she looked somewhat disoriented. "Diane, I meant for you to keep sleeping." 

"Master, I'm sorry, I woke up when you left the room, I didn't know what you wanted." 

"I'm going to get ready for Breakfast, and after I talk to the trainers, I'm going back to bed. You can do the same, just get ready up here, and then go to breakfast. After that, get some sleep." Devon decided quickly. 

"Yes Master." Diane replied. She stood and turned to go. Stopping she returned to facing him. "Master, thank you for everything last night." 

"You served me Slave, and you're welcome." Devon said with a polite bow. 

Diane smiled at him and turning quickly left his room. She hustled to get ready for Breakfast, she was very tired, and a little sore. Not just her ass, which was expected, but her clit ring ached, probably from the weights. 

Devon used his radio to call Chef and let him know that Diane would need food this morning, and then finished his morning routine and got dressed. He entered Breakfast to find the others waiting, even Ann looked human again. "OK, I've heard Ann's assignments for training, and I approve. I'm not planning on going to town tonight, so I'll be around today. Diane and I are going to take a quick nap after breakfast." Devon began. "Thomas, please show initial pass for Diane in the follow subjects. Public display, stranger attentions, and anal followed by live sleep test." 

Thomas gawked at Devon. "All last night?" 

Devon nodded. "Yes, she did just fine, very impressive in fact."

Thomas nodded and absently said. "Yeah, she loves to serve." 

"Devon, that was a lot for last night, are you going to write a report?" Ann asked.

"Yes. Later today. I'll write a proper report. Circumstances dictated the first two, the last one was after I read your note Andre, describing Geneva's punishment. Very clever, and I used it on Diane. She responded well, I decided to go for the Trifecta so to speak. She did very well, and woke when I went to talk to Jeannette and Ann in the hallway."

Ann noticed that Devon said nothing, and she guessed she had expected him to say nothing, hell he probably didn't think anything of her being in the hallway naked as the day she was born. "Devon, any changes today, is the plan the same?"

"Yes, Andre and Geneva are going to visit Josh, the training remains the same today for the others. I want no anal training on Diane for a couple days, give her time to get used to it."

"She did all right?" Thomas asked despite the fact it wasn't entirely proper for him to ask about her. 

Devon smiled. "Yes Thomas, she's fine. Really. I used Andre's punishment to get her in the mood, and then I took her very gently. As you know Thomas, I'm somewhat more compact than you are." This referenced the fact that Devon had an inch less than Thomas, and was at least two and a half inches smaller than Andre. 

Thomas nodded and explained. "I'd just spent so much time building her up towards that, I was worried that something had gone wrong is all Devon."

"With the weight swinging on her clit, she was in multiple orgasmic heaven. She didn't seem to have any discomfort this morning, but why don't you spend some time with her later, don't broach the issue, let her bring it to you. Continue being kindly towards her Thomas, she won't love you any less because I was first." Devon said gently.

Thomas lowered his head a little with a smile at the corner of his lips. Devon had pegged him, and his feelings towards Diane some time ago. Thomas didn't love her, not exactly. He understood that no one was allowed to possess any slave here, at least not the house slaves. There was no mechanism for a privately held slave in the house. He understood and agreed with the idea that it was all community property so to speak, and he didn't want to choose Diane, any more than he wanted her to choose him. He had felt a certain tenderness towards her, and enjoyed drawing her out of her shell. The change in her was striking. She was more assertive, more assured of herself. She was also holding her head up, and her features, which she had focused on obsessively, were recognized as no detraction, merely part of her, and she looked beautiful with the blue collar around her neck, locked on and secured.

Devon nodded gently. "OK, Andre, your punishment for Geneva, I think that the ladies here would agree that all day is probably too long for her to be doing it." 

Andre nodded. "Yeah, it's a long time. Figure ten or twelve hours that we'll be gone." He focused his eyes on something unseen. "How about part on and part off?" 

"I was going to suggest a few hours, no more than half the day, what are you thinking?" Devon asked.

"The old western Calvary, I just finished a book about them. They used to ride for an hour, and then walk with their horses for an hour." Andre explained. "One hour on, one hour off, through the day." 

Ann looked at Rebecca and found her staring at Andre. "You mean a weight on her clit ring an hour at a time?" 

"Yeah. Just that." Andre nodded. "It would still be torture for her, but it would also make it something she could accomplish right?" 

Devon nodded. "Play it by ear. Don't promise her that it will go all day, because you might end up eating those words." 

Andre nodded. "Got it boss. Any instructions concerning Josh?" 

Devon shook his head. "No I haven't had any insight into that. Continue as you have been, it sounds like it's working. Confirm that he's going to be released tomorrow, and tell him we all send our condolences, and wish him a speedy recovery." 

Andre nodded. "I've got to get Geneva dressed, and dangle the weight before her to let her know that today is going to be most uncomfortable." 

Devon waved him off and rubbed his face. "I'm going to talk to Jeannette before I go back to bed. I've told Diane to go back to bed as well. I'll be on channel four if any of you have any problem." 

"No sweat Devon, we can handle it." Rebecca told him in a reassuring tone. 

Devon nodded and rose, headed for admin. 

Diane sat on the bench with the other house slaves, and reported on her night with Master Devon. "He sent me in to attend to somebody from Pleasure Products, that's the people who are going to make and sell our toys right?" 

Jeannette nodded her reply and Diane continued. "So he's a minute man, really. He was all sure of himself, convinced that all the stories are lies, and he's not dumb enough to fall for it." 

Crystal giggled. "I know the type, all sure they know everything is phony. My mother loves to hire people like that. She's certain they won't be fooled by anything." 

Diane nodded. "So I'm in the room and he's like, so how much are you paid? I tell him and he's laughing like he's got us now. Tells me he paid $3500 for a hooker per hour." 

"Jesus, how good was she?" Geneva asked.

"Apparently not as good as me." Diane said with a knowing smile. "Untrained little slut." 

Jeannette smiled along with the rest. "After you got him to blow his cork, you headed home?" 

"Not right away, Jeannette, you and Geneva, and even you Crystal are right. Anal is awesome." Diane said with wide eyes. "Master Devon took me last night, I've never before felt like I was a slave, not really, until then." 

"They really possess you then don't they?" Geneva asked. "I mean, you know it's supposed to be taboo, but it's awesome at the same time." 

Diane nodded. Jeannette glanced at the clock. "OK, everyone get to work, Crystal you're in the kitchen, no sneaking off to play. Geneva you need to get upstairs and get dressed, you have to go visit Josh." The trainees were first out the door, and Diane started to help Crystal with the dishes. 

Jeannette entered Admin and found Master Devon behind his desk. She started the coffee and entered his office. "Good Morning Master, I thought you were going back to bed." 

"I am, shortly. That coffee will be wasted unless you have a cup." Devon said.

"I'll reload it shortly Master." Jeannette answered.

Devon smiled. Then getting a bit more serious. "Crystal was looking a bit more ragged than usual this morning, is she all right?" 

"Yes Master, she didn't sleep well. I'd chained her to my bed." Jeannette explained. After giving the highlights to Devon she waited while he considered. 

"Yeah, she's hard to stop once she gets going." Devon agreed. "All right, keep an eye on her, she's got to turn sooner or later." 

"Master, she loves to serve, but if I may, I think I know what she's like." Jeannette said.

"What do you mean?" 

"I watched some TV the other day, saw a show called the West Wing, have you seen it?" 

Devon nodded. "A couple episodes. I think you have to start watching it from the beginning, it didn't make any sense to me." 

Jeannette nodded. "Diane told me about it, explaining how they had gotten where they were. She used to be a big fan." She adjusted her thoughts, and then began to report. "In the show, a man was an alcoholic, he couldn't have a single drink, if he did, he wouldn't stop until he passed out. I think that's what Crystal is; she's a sexaholic, for lack of a better term. She gets started, and can't stop on her own." 

Devon considered. "Interesting insight. A nympho isn't exactly accurate. She's not running around straddling the banister. But you're right, once she's going, she's not going to stop." 

"Master, I believe that responsible use of alcohol is called moderation. Crystal has none. She had five or six good orgasms, and while Geneva and I lay there almost exhausted, she grabbed a dildo and shoved it into herself." 

"Probably how she got caught by her Mother originally. Had been playing with herself all night." Devon opined. 

"Yes Master, a distinct possibility." Jeannette supported.

Devon stood and stretched. "Like I said, keep an eye on her. If you have to chain her to stop her, do it." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette nodded her head. 

Devon headed upstairs and quickly undressed and dropped into bed. In minutes he was asleep. 

Geneva put the medium weight cotton shirt on, and then the jumper dress as Master Andre watched her. She stepped into the heels he'd selected, a mid height heel of two and a half inches, and then stood and waited. She saw him dangling a weight, obviously for her. She sucked in breath in fear and anticipation.

Master Andre stepped closer and in a low voice said. "Master Devon is concerned that you might lose your mind if I gave you this for the entire day. He suggested, and I should point out it was a suggestion that I reconsider. I did. Instead of all day, you'll wear it an hour at a time, on my schedule, and at my whim slave." 

Geneva breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time a sigh of contentment. Master was going to torment her, just not to death. She hoped. 

"Slave, lift that dress, up high, so I can attach this to your ring." Andre commanded.

Geneva did so without hesitation, and Andre knelt and attached it gently to her ring. He stood and said. "Dress down, come on, we've got to be on our way slave." 

Geneva took one step and then shivered. The weight was going to kill her, and she wasn't out of the house yet. Master Andre strode with a purpose, and she hustled to catch up, each step in the heels making her sway, and that made the weight swing even more. She was halfway down the stairs when the first wave of unendurable arousal flooded her and she gasped in pleasure and arousal. 

Andre turned at the sound and saw her standing stock-still, fear and arousal etched on her face. She was panting, and holding onto the banister with a death grip. "Let's go slave, no time for fun right now." He watched Geneva try and move slowly, trying to keep the weight from swinging, and he waited in what appeared amused patience at the bottom of the steps. As she arrived, her eyes were already a little glassy, and Andre shook his head. "You'll never make it even an hour will you slave?"

"Master, please. I'm trying." Geneva begged. 

Andre looked at her and sighed. "Pathetic slave. Thinking this is about you." 

Geneva knew it was, and wasn't. She nodded and tried to walk to the back door and the car. If she could sit down, the weight would quit swinging, and she could sit on it and keep it from sending her over the edge. She was moving slowly, as gracefully as she could, and then Master Andre's big hand smacked her hard on the ass. 

"Let's go slave." Andre watched the effects of the smack. She had jumped and then moaned deep in her throat. 

Geneva tried to walk faster, but she was losing already. She was going to come, and she was going to come right here, if Master would let her. "Master, please let me come, I have to, I can't hold it."

Andre smacked her ass again and said. "No, we're running late. Orgasms are given as rewards, making us late isn't something I'm liable to reward you for." 

Geneva made it to the Kitchen, and then the swinging was too much. She came in mid step, with Crystal gaping at her. Geneva's knees almost collapsed and she had to grip a counter to hold herself up. Geneva composed herself and turned to Master Andre who was looking amused. "Master, I'm sorry, I tried. Really I did."

Andre was about to chastise her and then heard Crystal giggle to his left. He turned with an upturned brow. "Something funny slave?"

"Sorry Master, but you know she's not going to make it." Crystal said too familiarly. 

Andre didn't reply. He lifted his wrist and spoke into his watch. His voice came out of both of the slave watches. "Mistress Ann." 

"Yes Master Andre?" Ann replied from Ballet class.

"I'm sending Crystal to you, punish her severely. If you have to, take her from the Kitchen, and replace her with Jeannette until Diane wakes later." Andre said. He lowered his wrist as Ann agreed. "Report to Mistress Ann, I believe she's in Ballet two right now. Do not dawdle. Tell her what you did and await her judgment." 

Crystal who was now standing with her head down nodded. "Yes Master. I'm sorry Master." 

"Move, both of you." Andre commanded. He headed for the door with a panting Geneva right behind him.

Crystal hustled to Ballet two and entered and knelt. Ann put Donna in slave kneel and approached. "What in the world did you do to annoy Master Andre?" 

"Mistress, I giggled when Geneva came headed for the door, and I was flip with my response to him when questioned about it." Crystal said sadly. She repeated what she'd said to Master Andre, and saw similar anger on Mistress Ann's face. 

"Oh, Princess Crystal is getting flip with the Masters? We'll see about that." Ann said nastily. 

Devon woke later and quickly dressed again. He stepped into the hallway and headed towards Admin. At the bottom of the stairs, he got a surprise. Crystal was bound, nearly head to foot, in tight leather constricting gear. She was wearing ballet torture shoes, and suspended from a ceiling beam by a thick white rope. Around her neck was a sign. It read "Spoiled Little Princess." In Ann's handwriting. 

He found Admin deserted, and headed towards the Kitchen. He found Jeannette and asked the obvious, what happened.

"Master." She began and then grinned. "I heard Master Andre on my watch, he asked Mistress Ann to punish Crystal severely, if needed, to take her from the kitchen and replace her with me until Diane got up. Mistress Ann asked if Crystal was insane after learning she giggled when Geneva climaxed in the kitchen on the way to the car. Apparently she was also a bit too flippant in her response to Master Andre. Mistress Ann gave her thirty lashes, and left her in the central hall where everyone would see what a spoiled little princess she is. She's been up there just over two hours now." 

Devon sighed. "I take a little nap and people are having orgasms, talking back to the Masters, Good lord, what is going on." 

"Crystal was crying when I checked on her last time, I'm sure her muscles are aching now." Jeannette said simply concluding her report. 

Devon nodded. "I am too." He considered. "Release her and send her to my office, I'll be waiting for her." 

"Yes Master." 

On the ride to the Hospital, Andre gave Geneva permission to remove the weight. She did so by reaching under her skirt and taking it off gently, her clit was swollen, and very sensitive despite the workout it had gotten the night before. She shuddered in pleasure as she removed it, and sighed in contentment as she placed her skirt back over her lap. 

"Put it in your pocket, I'll have you put it back on later." Andre said. 

"Yes Master." Geneva replied sadly. 

"You aren't enjoying your punishment?" Andre teased.

"Master, if I was at the academy all day, certainly. I'd be in hell, and I'd be satisfied to serve you. I'm just worried that this will be a huge distraction for Josh, and he'll think we're trying to entice him with promises of sex. I don't think he's really in the mood for sex right now, he's just too upset at the loss of Brad." 

Andre looked hard at her for a moment, and then returned his attention to driving. They were in New York now, traveling towards the Hospital. "You may be right Geneva, I hadn't considered the effect on Josh." 

"Master, I'm not trying to get out of my punishment, really. I'll do whatever you tell me, I'm sorry I tried to cover myself, it was reflexive. I've been alive for 26 years, and I've spent most of my life dressed, and instinctively covered myself, I just reverted is all." Geneva said sadly. "I was wrong, and I was bad, and I should be punished." 

Andre nodded. "OK, keep it in your pocket, we'll play it by ear. If we let this slide today, and understand it's just between you and I, I'll make it up later, sometime in the future." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 23



"Master, I don't want to be let off." Geneva said. "I want to pay for my mistake. But I also want to serve you and Master Devon by getting Josh for you all." 

"We're offering Josh an option, not getting him. If he chooses to remain in the lifestyle, but not with us, I'll be happy for him. If he chooses to leave the lifestyle, and us, and finds happiness elsewhere, I'll still be happy for him." Andre said. 

"I know Master, but he would be useful around the school wouldn't he?"

"Once he's trained up some more, sure. He's phase two right now, and has a lot ahead of him, and has a ton of work if he wishes to stay and try his hand at it." Andre explained. "You know how much work, you're doing it, and you see Diane doing it." 

"Yes Master." Geneva admitted. "It's a lot of work, and it seems to be getting harder all the time." She looked at the passing scenery and let the miles go by while she was alone with her own thoughts. 

At the Hospital, they went up and saw to Josh, making small talk, and doing the visitor thing. They helped him with lunch, and generally tried to cheer him up a bit. 

Ann came from the sleeping wing and saw Crystal was down from her suspended agony punishment. Assuming that someone did it on orders, a safe assumption since she was the Mistress, she headed towards Admin. She found Devon's door open and saw Crystal kneeling on the carpet with tears running down her cheeks. 

"The Princess was just telling me her various sins in our service Mistress Ann." Devon greeted her. 

"Yes, I was rather shocked myself." Ann replied in Bitch mode. 

"I ordered her down, and sent Jeannette back to help Chef with lunch while I decide if she's been punished enough." Devon brought Ann up to date.

Ann walked to the couch and sat down casually. Crystal looked at her, and the expression on her face was absolute shame. "Master, as I said. I've never been in so much pain before. It hurt, everything did. My arms, and legs. Every muscle cramped ten minutes into it, and I was there for hours Master. I know I was a bad slave, and I'm so sorry Master." She sobbed. "Please don't send me away, I'm so sorry Master." 

Devon appeared very stern behind his desk. "Ann you gave her lashes as well correct?" 

"Oh Yes Master Devon, and I may give her more. She giggled at Geneva's punishment, and then she was very familiar with Master Andre. Next thing you know, she'll be giving orders to us, bring her Breakfast in bed probably." Ann replied with a nasty sneer to her voice.

Devon nodded. "Yes. I can see it now, we have a pillow princess for a slave." 

Crystal shook her head and said loudly. "I'm not a princess, I'm not." She looked at Master Devon. "You know I'm not Master. I made a mistake, and I'm sorry." 

"Do you remember what you told us when you came here?" Devon asked.

"Yes Master. I'm a chambermaid, not a princess." Crystal answered sadly. 

Devon nodded. "This afternoon, using a special Gag I have for you, you're going to clean all the toilets in the house little slave. If I ever hear of you acting like this again, I will promise you safeword before the punishment is half complete." 

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Crystal said still kneeling. 

"Go, and help Jeannette with Lunch, she's seeing to your chores after all." Devon said finally.

Crystal thanked them again and headed for the Kitchen. Devon waited until she was out of earshot and then smiled at Ann. "She just needed a little reminder that she is a slave is all." 

"She got it today." Ann agreed. 

"Where did you get the idea of suspended agony? We haven't done that to anyone since you got here?" 

Ann shrugged. "Thomas set it up for me, he wasn't teaching. I was. I'd read about it in Jeannette's file, that she survived eight hours in suspended agony, and had to be carried to bed." 

Devon nodded. "She wouldn't quit, we'd given her a safeword, one for the event only, but she wouldn't use it." 

"Crystal was up there for about two hours." Ann told him. "I was going to let her down for lunch, and then have her doing something degrading after lunch to teach her the place she wanted to be in." 

Devon nodded. "You did fine. No problems. Training went OK?" 

"Sure. No problems there. After lunch we've got Donna in Oral Arts, and Yvette in cunt control." Ann said. "Tonight, we thought we'd have them compete on station eight, neither has passed it." 

Devon nodded. "Start getting them back to the competitions that they do at home. OK, sounds fine." 

"That's all I know." Ann said. "Let me go write my reports." 

Devon nodded and started to catch up on his job, reading and considering the reports that were backing up on his desk. 

Crystal was in the kitchen and miserable. "Master is very angry with me isn't he Jeannette?"

"He's sure not happy about it." Jeannette agreed. "I'd think about refraining from that kind of thing in the future if I was you." 

"I don't know what came over me." Crystal said. "I mean, it was just a moment, and I knew Geneva was not supposed to have an orgasm, and I knew that it meant she was in more trouble, and it was just suddenly funny is all." 

Jeannette nodded. "We're slaves Crystal, we don't laugh at anyone, we laugh with each other, we joke with each other, but never, ever, in front of Master." 

"I know that, now." Crystal admitted stretching her arms again and then turning with a stack of dishes for the Master's dining room. She came back in. "Boy do I ever know that now." 

Jeannette smiled at her. "Do you know what it means? When you laugh at a another slave, especially one who's being punished by Master?" 

"It means I'm enjoying their suffering right?" Crystal offered.

Jeannette shook her head. "No, it means that you're above them, superior to them. Only someone in a position of superiority would laugh at someone's misfortune." 

Crystal nodded. "OK, I can see that, and it wasn't what I'd meant to try and say." 

"Then you were very familiar with Master Andre, which meant you considered yourself his equal, in status anyway." Jeannette explained on. 

"That's not what I was trying to say, I called him Master right?" Crystal objected. 

"Much of the Master Slave lifestyle is communicated silently. You haven't gotten hand signal ballet yet, but you will. A subtle gesture will communicate a great deal, once you know what it's supposed to mean." Jeannette explained. "We kneel because we are not worthy to sit on the furniture. We spread our legs to show what we're offering." 

"Everything." Crystal said softly. "Now I know why Master and Mistress were so angry. That's why they were calling me Princess." 

Jeannette nodded. "If you want to be a switch, we can probably arrange it. But you have to finish training as a slave first." 

Crystal carried glasses into the dining room and was back in a minute. "No, I'm not ready to even think about that. I'm getting my ass kicked by station seven." 

Jeannette smiled at the younger woman. "You'll do fine, just remember, you're a slave and you're going to be fine groupie." 

"You guys never call me that when a Master is around." Crystal said after a moment. "When we're alone, it's just us, it's one thing. We're all equals. When we're with the Master's, it's another, because they are superior to us, and if we mock another slave, we're saying that we're superior right?" 

Jeannette nodded. "You see, you've got it now. I knew you would." 

"Sorry you got stuck with my chores Jeannette." Crystal offered.

Jeannette shrugged. "I'm serving Master, no task is beneath me, and nothing is too small, or too great to do for them."

Crystal nodded her understanding. "Ok, well I've got more punishment after lunch. I'm using the toilet bowl brush gag to clean the bathrooms in the house." 

Jeannette sighed in sympathy. "Just remember, you're a slave, and it's a pleasure to serve. Master will forgive you, after you're punished of course." 

At Lunch, Rebecca had been grinning widely as she listened to the report. Then she had grinned as she said. "I'm not teaching this afternoon, nothing for me unless you want me to teach Diane a class." 

Devon shook his head and waited for the shoe to drop. Rebecca didn't keep him waiting. "I think that I'll supervise Crystal's detail." 

"Don't chase her off, but OK." Devon had said after a moment's consideration. 

Rebecca stood over Crystal as she used the toilet brush gag to clean the toilets in the training wing. "Come on Princess, you can do better than that." 

Crystal had tears of shame rolling down her cheeks as Rebecca continued to belittle her. "Imagine what your Mother would say if she could see you slave. Nude, your little fuck hole begging for attention, your ass waving, as you kneel on the floor scrubbing the toilets with your mouth." 

Crystal looked beseechingly at Mistress, unable to speak, the gag effectively silenced her as well. The occasional sob was all that escaped. 

Rebecca didn't soften so much as she relented, slightly. She sat on the toilet next to the one Crystal was cleaning and began to speak. "Crystal, I don't think you intended to really insult Master Andre the way you did. I don't think you meant to take humor at Geneva's discomfort. I think you were feeling a little giddy from the party last night, and you thought the idea of the ring torture sounded like fun didn't you?" 

Crystal nodded her head. She moved to the next toilet and began to scrub at it. Rebecca continued. "You've asked for rings as I recall, and I'll push that up, I'll make sure you get them slave." Rebecca considered. "I bet you want both nipples, a clit ring, and probably at least one ring in your inner labia right?" 

Crystal nodded, that was close, she wanted the clit ring, she wasn't sure about the labia rings. "When they heal, I'll personally hook up the weight, and put you back in the ballet shoes, and have you stumbling all over the house slave. Then I'll have a good laugh won't I?"

Crystal nodded and went back to scrubbing. 

Rebecca stood and walked to her, ordering her to kneel. She removed the gag from the girl and sat down on the toilet next to her again. "Crystal, tell me what your fondest wish is." 

"Mistress, it's to serve the house." Crystal said without looking up.

"Crystal, you're a slave at heart, but you know there are different kinds of slaves don't you?" 

Crystal looked up in confusion. "Different kinds of slaves?" 

Rebecca nodded. "Princess, you are the most challenging to us, the Masters." 

"I'm sorry Mistress, I won't do it again." Crystal said hanging her head again. 

"I know, but that's not what I mean. You are a bondage and fuck slut. You love the idea of being tied up, and fucked silly. It took me a while to figure you out. I've got your number though, and I am going to turn you into a proper slave." 

Crystal looked up in confusion. "Mistress, all the stories I read, that's all there is to them. Nothing but the sex, and the bondage." 

Rebecca nodded. "Sure, but if we did that to you in real life, well, first of all, you'd die from it in a month, two at the most. No one can fuck twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No one." 

Crystal agreed and said so. Rebecca continued. "Real life means you don't have sex sometimes. Real life means you take a break now and then. I'm going to help you though slave." 

"You are Mistress?" 

"Yes, I'm going to forgive the rest of your punishment, I know you've learned. I'll square it with Master Devon." 

"Thank you Mistress." Crystal said gratefully. "I'll clean the toilets, but it's hard with that brush is all." 

"I know, it's not beneath you, it's a chore, and you'll do it because you are a good person. You think the reward for that will be sex, and you're going to get plenty now." Rebecca said slyly. "In the meantime, let's go you and I and I'll work on your Ballet, let's squeeze a quick class in, and then I'll show you what I mean by sex." 

At the Hospital, Andre had decided to see to more of Geneva's punishment. "Geneva, step into Josh's bathroom here, and connect your weight." 

Geneva nodded. "Yes Master." She did as she was told, and then stepped out slowly and gently, trying to be graceful. 

Josh was looking at her curiously. He didn't know what was going on, but Geneva was walking like she was in a minefield. 

"Geneva, I'm thirsty. Here's some money, go down to the lobby and get us a couple coffee's from the shop. I like Café Mocha's, and I guess the big one would be best." Andre instructed handing her a twenty-dollar bill. 

Geneva took a deep breath and said. "Yes Master." 

"Get yourself anything you want." Andre said generously. "Josh you want a coffee or something?" 

"No, thank you." Josh said. 

Geneva moved to the door and slowly walked out of it, easing herself down the hall. After she'd left, Andre explained. "Geneva's is being punished for covering herself before me last night. I've had her attach a weight to her clit ring, and she's trying not to get it wiggling." 

Josh looked shocked, and then grinned. "She squirms when she's standing still, it's torture." 

Andre nodded. "We do that to the slaves as you know. We torment them. We torture them." 

Josh nodded. "I'm just used to being the one tormented." 

"They were tortured while you were there too. Geneva for one. She wanted to fuck, but you couldn't maintain control, so she couldn't as often as she wanted." 

Geneva was walking gently down the hallway, trying to breath into her torture. She was desperate to maintain control, desperate to minimize the stimulation. The bell was only chiming softly, she could feel it rather than hear it. She was about halfway to the elevator when she felt the pulsing waves of pleasure knocking on her door. She froze and held her breath, clenching her teeth in an effort to keep from climaxing in the hallway. She was nearly ready to panic, she was not going to fall on the floor here and scream out an orgasm while Nurses and Doctors tried to rush to her aid. 

As the climax receded, she took a moment to step to a bench and sit down. She had to think, it was just so difficult with that weight swinging with every step. She managed to get her breathing under control and then looked up and down the hallway to see if anyone was watching her strange behavior. No one. Good.

As Geneva started to brace herself to rise and continue on her journey she looked to her left and saw three wheelchairs lined up in the hallway, waiting for someone to need them. Geneva knew her answer then. She couldn't walk without having a climax, and she couldn't climax without punishment, so she had to move, without walking. 

Geneva opened a chair and sat in it. She knew how to run one, all Medical people play in them now and then, and she started to roll herself to the elevator. A smug sense of accomplishment welling in her chest. Hitting the Elevator button, she waited while it opened and then rolled herself in, stretching to tap the lobby button. 

It was easy now, she rolled herself to the counter, and using the lower handicap accessible portion, ordered two Mocha's both large, and accepted them in a small cardboard box that would balance nicely on her lap, if she was careful. 

Upstairs again, she rolled until she was just short of the Nurses Station, and then carefully stood holding the coffees. She walked slowly past, and turned to the hallway where Josh's room was. Her weight was swinging again, and she was closing in on a Climax, but she should make it. She felt the slickness from her own juices making her thighs wet, sliding easily as she tried to walk holding her thighs together, to keep the weight from swinging too much, or at all if possible. 

Andre turned to see Geneva enter slowly, saw the flush of arousal on her neck, and in her face, and wondered how she'd made it so fast. "Excellent Geneva. Thank you." 

"Thank You Master." Geneva said standing very still as she handed over his coffee. She sipped her own and then took a slow torturous step towards Josh. 

"Did you make it OK?" Andre asked.

"Yes Master, no climaxes." Geneva said softly. 

Andre looked surprised. "Really, that's very good Geneva, really very good." 

"Thank you Master." Geneva said lowering her head.

"How'd you do it?" Josh asked. 

Geneva glanced at him and then lowered her head. "I used a wheelchair I found in the hallway Master." 

Andre laughed. "Nice slick move Geneva. Not exactly what I had in mind, but I didn't say you had to walk all the way there." He chuckled again. "I'll accept it. You can remove the weight now." 

Geneva nodded and went to Josh's bathroom. Reaching under her skirt, she unclipped the weight and found it slick with her own juices. She was horny as hell. Returning to the room she lowered her head and said. "Master, I cheated, so I guess I'm to be punished." 

"No, you obeyed." Andre said. "Josh, do you like History?"

"Sort of, some of it." Josh answered confused.

"During the second world war, the OSS, the group that the CIA was formed out of, had a test they gave people. They would take them into a darkened barn, and make them climb a ladder. At the top of the ladder, and remember they can't see anything. They felt a large bar. The were then instructed to hand over hand along the bar they were hanging from the bar by their hands, and then told to stop. They're twenty feet into the air now, and they're told to drop from the bar." Andre said.

"They fell twenty feet?" Josh asked surprised.

"No, the floor of the barn was right beneath their feet, they'd climbed to the second level, unaware that they were doing so. Those that dropped were in. Those who slid back along the bar to the ladder were also in, but a slightly higher ranking. The highest rank were those who felt around with their feet, and would find a step right before them that they could shift to without falling. There was no wrong answer." Andre turned to Geneva. "You found a step, a third way of accomplishing the task at hand." 

"They were all let in?" Josh asked confused.

"Sure, those that dropped would follow orders blindly. Trusting in their leaders. They made excellent soldiers. Those who slid along the bar back to the ladder were not going to commit suicide on someone's whim, and would take a second look at any dangerous situation. They reportedly made very good team leaders. The ones who found the step were the ones who became the commanders, because they would examine each situation carefully, and find all the alternatives." Andre smiled. "Geneva found a way to obey me. I could hardly find fault with that." 

Geneva blushed. 

Josh looked at Geneva and smiled supportively. "Perhaps one day I'll call you Mistress?" 

Geneva shook her head "No way. Not this girl. I'm not being in charge." 

Andre stepped around to Geneva and patted her shoulder gently. "You don't have to be." He smiled at her. "I'm proud of you thinking it through though." 

Geneva lowered her head in embarrassment and softly said. "Thank you Master." 

"For that slave, you will attend me tonight." Andre said casually as he turned back to Josh. "I have some books on the Second World War, I'd encourage you to read them while you're recovering at the Academy. It's astounding how many things we learn in each war." 

Geneva looked at him in shock at first, and then relief. She was getting laid tonight, and Andre was big and beautiful. Anticipation filled her thoughts and her body. 

Josh grinned at her knowingly, and turned to Master Andre. "I never was much of a history lover. All those dates and places, too many to keep up with. Too boring." 

"I know, there are lots of that in History, boring place and dates, minor events that seem so irrelevant that you can't figure out why someone would want you to know them." Andre said waving a hand casually. "Yet, when you learn even more, you find those minor events, those seemingly irrelevant dates are actually important in understanding the big picture of what happened." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 23



The small talk continued and they sipped coffee. The physical therapist arrived and Geneva stayed to help while Andre went to phone in, and to get something for him and Geneva to eat. He used a payphone near the Emergency Room to call the Academy.

After reporting to Devon, he got a couple sandwiches from a shop and then headed back to Josh's side. Devon had been pleased with the report, no changes expected, Josh will come stay with us, confirmed. 

The Doctor gave Geneva the name of an Orthopedic Surgeon near the Academy to follow up Josh's care. Geneva arranged to have copies of Josh's medical records forwarded to the Doctor that they use, so that the GP that Josh would have easy access to would be familiar with the case. 

Andre stood back and watched Geneva go. She refused to assert herself normally, but in Medical situations, she was absolutely in her element. The bandages were changed and the Doctor told Josh he'd be discharged in the Morning. 

On the way home, Andre spoke to Geneva. "I'm very pleased, and have communicated my happiness with your work to Master Devon Geneva." 

"Master, I'm just serving, doing what I can." Geneva said humbly. "I think I cheated this afternoon, with your instructions." She admitted.

"No, you didn't. You found a way to obey me, which is exactly what we want from our Slaves." Andre shifted. "We don't want robots. We want thinking slaves who will use initiative to carry out our orders. All of the instructions you receive won't be cut and dried, go here, do this, return. Some will require you to overcome obstacles to achieve them. We don't want robots we have to wipe their chins to get the drool off, we want slaves who will find a way to obey and see to the needs at hand." 

"Master, I almost climaxed before I got to the elevator. I had to sit down, or I would have came right there in the hallway. When I was ready to move again, I saw the wheelchairs, and just borrowed one." Geneva admitted. 

"You obeyed me, and that is the important thing." Andre said. "Don't lose that weight Geneva, I may have you using it tonight." 

Geneva grinned. "Those rings are really something Master, it's like all the stimulation is increased a hundred times. It's almost more than I can stand sometimes." 

"Would you like to remove them?" Andre asked knowing the answer.

Geneva gave him the answer he expected. "No Master, that's fine." She grinned knowingly.

It was as if they were somehow growing closer Geneva decided. Everyone at the Academy was in a way. They were becoming a family, of sorts. Devon was the Father figure, and everyone had a place where they fitted in. Geneva took care of everyone's health, Jeannette was the oldest kid, she kind of took care of the others too. Diane backed up Jeannette, and Crystal was sort of the kid sister Geneva never had. Thinking of the family, and of Crystal got Geneva to feel some sympathy for the girl. 

"Master, how much do you think Crystal got punished?" Geneva asked.

"I don't know, I didn't ask Master Devon, but I'm sure Mistress Ann saw to it personally." Andre admitted. 

"She would do that." Geneva agreed. "She didn't mean anything by it Master." 

Andre glanced at Geneva. It was time to explain things to her he guessed. "When it's just us, we're rather familiar. Less of the regimented discipline, sort of like the Army, when people of other ranks are together in a social environment." 

Geneva considered. "Yeah, I can see that Master." She had been more deferential to Master Andre in groups, but not as much now, because they were in a sort of public environment. 

"What Crystal did was a huge violation of our lifestyle. She saw you fail, and laughed. We know you slaves joke and laugh at each other in private, that's one thing. In that situation, you're all equals." Andre explained.

"Yes Master." Geneva considered. At the NCO club in the Army, the Sergeants weren't as strict and tightly wound as they were with the soldiers. They were sort of relaxed. The same was true of the Soldiers, when it was just the troops, no Sergeants around. 

"Crystal laughed at you, and then said you'd never make it, which was far too familiar to speak to me in that circumstance." Andre shifted. "Imagine if one of your senior Sergeants was chewing out a troop for making a mistake, and another soldier laughed at the scene. What would that senior Sergeant do then?" 

"He would start to chew out the troop who laughed." Geneva answered. "Master, I kind of see you Masters as Officers, but I get the point." 

"If you're laughing like that, it says you're above the person socially speaking, that is in trouble. Crystal has to learn she's not the equal of the Master's, she's submissive. She needed to learn that she isn't to find something humorous until after the Master's leave." Andre explained. 

"I think I understand Master, and thank you for taking the time to explain it to me." Geneva said softly. This was sort of like the Army. Officers were not going to tolerate that kind of behavior; they would slap the troop back in line quickly. One grizzled old First Sergeant she had responded to a similar situation by getting red faced and chewing out the laughing soldier even more harshly than he'd been doing the one who had screwed up. 

Perhaps it was the intent, or perceived intent. The soldier who had screwed up had been trying to obey, and merely failed. The one who laughed was finding it funny that one had failed, and was in trouble. 

At dinner Jeannette smiled at Crystal and shrugged. "I guess that space is yours huh?" 

Crystal nodded. She breathed and then moved to sit in her spot. There was a sort of cushion in her spot, a syban cushion, with a five-inch dildo sticking straight up. She lowered herself onto the dildo and tried to get comfortable. 

"Oh, and Mistress said no orgasms at meals." 

Crystal nodded. Diane looked sympathetic. "Perhaps Mistress will relent before long, and let you sit normally." 

"I doubt it, she put one of these in the dayroom too." Crystal said sourly. "I'm not allowed to come there either." 

Crystal felt the frustration growing, along with her arousal. She tried to ignore it, but her sex was about half full, and she wanted to bounce on this thing like there was no tomorrow. She knew what was going to happen, she was going to get horny as hell, and be left wanting. She was getting a longer, slower version of what Geneva was going through. 

Rebecca explained to Devon what she'd done, and he smiled at her. "You're evil at times you know that?" 

Rebecca looked as innocent as possible. "Me? I'm not the one who strung her up by her thumbs." 

"It was her wrists." Ann objected.

Devon chuckled. "OK, this week. We've got Josh coming, that's confirmed. He's going to be in the guest rooms, and I'm going to be treating him as a visitor, not a slave. A guest, but not a Dominant. I don't want the girls spending all day feeding him grapes." 

Rebecca chuckled and Thomas asked. "Do we sleep with him if he wants?" 

"Consider him an equal then Thomas, and do what you want to." Devon answered. 

Thomas nodded. "OK, anything else?"

Devon nodded. "We have a formal dinner to plan, Rebecca will get the slaves up and ready for it. Ann work out a nice menu with Chef, and let me know what you're both thinking." He shifted. "It's going to be for the Pleasure Products gang, and they'll have three people here, so the slaves will be stretched thin."

"Entertainment?" Rebecca asked.

Devon shrugged. "I don't know. It's going to be a tour, and a demonstration of our techniques. No pamphlets in the conference room, but instead of explanations, I'm thinking of having slaves demonstrating the techniques, so they can see it." 

Ann shrugged. "OK, and are they going to be in the guest rooms too?" Ann was asking if they would be sending the girls in to entertain. 

"I don't think so, but we'll play that by ear." He considered. "Hell, we've only got two slaves that are up for that, Diane and Jeannette. Geneva's on injured reserve, and Crystal's still phase two, so she's not to be used that way." 

"What do we do with Josh during this tour and dinner party?" Thomas asked.

"I don't know, we'll play it by ear. Perhaps he can help out in the kitchen, I'll speak to him and explain how short handed we are." Devon offered. 

"OK, anything else?" Ann asked glancing at the clock. 

"Not really, anything for me?"

The trainers broke from the table headed toward their duties. 

Crystal was groaning at the table. "Oh God, I can't do this." The dildo was small, too small to fill her properly, but it was enough to arouse her, make her horny as hell.

"We could watch a movie later." Diane offered. "In the dayroom." 

Crystal gave her a dirty look and snapped back. "Hell no." 

Yvette and Donna were grinning too. Yvette spoke to Crystal. "Your torment serves the Master, ours has done similar things to us. Sometimes, he denies us orgasms for a week or more, all the time, stimulating our sex drive." 

Donna finished the thought. "It's torture for us, but it entertains Master, so we do it." 

Crystal sighed. "I wish Mistress hadn't restricted playtime." 

Jeannette sighed. "Your being punished, so no playtime. Don't worry, it'll pass." 

After dinner, Yvette and Donna were in more training, and Crystal helped with cleanup. 

Andre arrived and took the plates that Chef had left, and warmed them in the microwave while Geneva went to get undressed. She arrived nude holding her collar. "Master can you lock me in?" 

"Sure Geneva." Andre said and locked the collar on her. "There you go." 

"Thank you Master." Geneva answered as she went to get the silverware and glasses. 

Devon came and sat with them, discussing the days events. Crystal's punishment was covered after Andre briefed Devon in on the Josh afternoon. 

"Suspended Agony?" Andre asked surprised. "A bit advanced for a level two slave." 

"Two hours, she was in serious ache when we let her down. She's properly chastised."

Geneva kept her face turned down, and ignored the conversation, suspecting that they were watching her for any reaction.

"Geneva found a way to obey me earlier." Andre said, and then explained how she'd managed to get the coffee without a climax. 

Devon nodded. "Clever." 

"Yeah, I explained that we didn't want mind numbed robots, but loyal servants that would find a way to carry out our instructions, who would obey, but not blindly." Andre said between bites of dinner. 

Devon nodded again. "OK, when Josh is released, bring him here, we'll set him up in the Guest Room. Jeannette said that number three would be best, and I agree." 

Geneva considered. Three had a slightly larger bathroom, and the layout was comfortable, and it got the morning sun. Good choice, arguably the best of the Guest rooms, which all were decorated very nicely. 

"Geneva, how's the nose doing?" 

"Fine Master, it only aches now and then." Geneva answered Master Devon.

"Good. You've done well these last couple days, I'm very pleased." Devon said absently. 

"Thank you Master." 

Devon took his leave with Andre and asked Geneva to clean up while they talked. Geneva saw to the two sets of dishes quickly, and then headed upstairs. She had another assignment, one she was looking forward to. 

She ducked in her room, and retrieved the weight she'd been told to bring with her, and she returned down the hallway quickly. Knocking on Master Andre's door, she got no answer. She opened it slowly, and didn't see him. Stepping into his room she hesitated, and then knelt on the floor before his bed. 

Andre was sipping a drink with Devon, and going into some detail that the slaves didn't need to know about. "Orgasm denial for Crystal?" He frowned. "Little early for that." 

Devon shrugged. "Not too long, a couple days or so. Let her see that the life of a slave isn't all climaxes and fun. I wanted to let you know so you could avoid calling her for a couple days." 

Andre nodded his understanding. "I've got Geneva attending me tonight. She is horny as hell after today." 

"I bet." Devon acknowledged. "Plaster a grin on her face, one that gets Josh to thinking he might like to stay a little longer term." 

"Still enticing?" 

"Andre, I am." Devon acknowledged. "I'm also realistic enough to know that he's already tempted, and for Geneva, it is a good idea to wear her out tonight. She's been pushing hard to get back into play, and she's been working her ass off while she's recovering. I don't see a downside to being generous to her, do you?" 

"No, I'd already decided she'd enjoy tonight, so will I as a matter of fact." Andre admitted with a grin. "Devon, she's only assertive in one setting, the medical one. That is the only thing in the world that I've seen or heard about that would make her assert herself." 

"There was one other time, you've forgotten it." Devon said softly. "When she found Matt in admin. She asserted herself then, and showed she's just as willing to serve and obey Master as she is to be a medic. She asserted herself then Andre. There is no other way to look at the event." 

Andre nodded, obviously in consideration. "I hadn't viewed the night that way, I had viewed it as her seeking answers, but you're right of course, she did assert herself in serving Master." 

"Have a good night Andre." Devon said and watched Andre leave. He tapped out a quick email to Dominique, reporting on the Josh issue, and the preparations for the formal dinner on Wednesday. 

Geneva had been kneeling before Master Andre's chair for about twenty minutes when he arrived. The door was open, and he stood in it silently watching the naked girl kneeling before his chair. Devon was right, she would assert herself, only if she was serving Master, or using her medical training. 

Geneva wanted to turn, to see if she had heard someone walking, and then stop at the door. She knew better of course, she was serving master by waiting, and if he wanted to look at her, she was his to do with as he pleased. 

"I see you're waiting for me slave, that is excellent." Andre said as he entered and closed his door. 

"Yes Master, thank you." Geneva replied. Her womanly lips were already slick in arousal, in anticipation. She was horny, and she knew it. The weight earlier, the torture of knowing that it would be put on sooner or later, the torture of wearing it, and the anticipation of tonight were all heavy on her mind through the day. 

Andre moved to stand before her. He opened his trousers, letting his cock free of it's confinement. Sliding the pants down his hips, and stepping out of them with one leg, and then kicking them aside with the other foot. He was looking forward to this. Command Orgasms, well they were all right. But it was sort of like a premature ejaculation. A true climax was more intense, more draining. With Ann, he'd had a fairly natural one, he was close, when he gave himself the command. It was better than average, but still left him wanting. 

Geneva was phase three, and that meant she was advanced enough to let himself go, to really get into the fucking. To enjoy himself, and allow his own pleasure to become paramount for once. Instead of testing her, he was going to fuck. Instead of seeing if she could remember her techniques, he was going to rut like an animal. The only things off limits were deep throat, her nose and lack of training precluded that. Anal, she was only up to a size four, and had worn a three to get her back into the training mentality the other day. Andre was as big around as a six, and the six was rubber, which compressed somewhat. Andre's raging erection, it didn't compress, so trainee's who'd passed six, barely, had been rather sore afterwards with him. 

So far, the only ones he could really let loose on, were Jeannette, Thomas, and Rebecca. Thomas wouldn't put up with it for long. Rebecca begged for it, but only now and then, when her own day had her needing something more energetic than lovemaking. Jeannette, she was the only one, and a treasure here. Andre called her now and then, when his own desires began to percolate within him. 

Andre removed his shirt, and stood there before Geneva. She was still kneeling properly, and her eyes were locked on his cock. "Slave Mouth." 

Geneva inched forward, adjusting her position, and began to suck on his cock. She said nothing, knowing her obedience by action was sought, and all that was required. 

Andre reached down and caressed her head. Running his fingers through her hair, and saw her lean into the caress, enjoying the easy intimacy of the caress. Using his other hand, he took control of her head, gripping both sides, and began to urge her onto more enthusiastic skills. Geneva responded as well as she could, but his girth, length were more than she was accustomed to, and she was going too fast to really use any tongue swirls. Master Thomas hadn't really covered this yet.

Andre pulled Geneva back, holding her an inch from his now complete erection. "Slave, I intend to enjoy myself tonight. I hope you're up to the task." 

"Yes Master." Geneva breathed. 

Andre moved her, putting her on the table in his room, his desk. Her crotch at the perfect level, his cock aimed right at her hole. It was wet, open, and willing. He positioned himself, and it was now full. 

Geneva felt a moment of pain, as she was entered. Perhaps not brutally, but certainly not with any tenderness. She was stretched out, filled, her cervix holding his cock from her womb, and she tried to relax into the fucking. Andre was huge, almost more than she could take. Normally, he entered her more slowly, giving her time to get accustomed to his length, his girth, not tonight. One swift shove, and he was buried to the hilt. 

Andre started fucking, not sliding in and out with tenderness, slowly, allowing her to get used to him. Hard, fast, and deep were what he wanted, what he needed tonight. 

Geneva's rings were dancing, bouncing along with his cock's motion, trapped and twisted when his pelvis met hers. The anticipation, the arousal, the teasing all day were all combining to push her over to an orgasm quickly, in fact, very quickly. "Master, Please, I'm going to come." 

Andre slowed finally, he eased himself about two thirds in and leaned over, smiling wickedly at Geneva. "Slave, you may come all you want, but you must announce it, loudly, for me. You may not call yourself slave, me, or I." He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. Backing away after telling her exactly what he wanted to hear her say, he slid his cock out a bit and then in a bit. "Then you may come a hundred times tonight slave." 

Geneva nodded. "Yes Master." 

Andre picked up his pace again, enjoying the sight of her jiggling tits, loving the way his pelvis caused a ripple to run up her body, and across her tits. 

Geneva rode his fucking and then as her orgasm started to pulse she cried out her notice. "Master, fuck your whore." The humiliation of it helped increase the intensity of the orgasm, and then Andre surprised her. He smiled down at her wickedly. Then he withdrew completely. 

Geneva wondered for a moment if her intestines had been drug out of her at the same time. She felt so empty, like half her stomach had been taken out with his beautiful cock. She rolled over, her legs dangling off his desk. She spread her legs wider, to give him easy access. He didn't drag it out, he shoved it in. Again she went from empty, to full, all in a second, or less. Then she was empty again. Turning to look over her shoulder, she saw him smiling and holding up the weight from today. She'd put it on his desk when she came in, no pocket to put it into. He knelt, and slid a finger inside her. He took the weight and gently placed it on her clit ring. His middle finger continued to stroke gently in and out of her cunt as he connected the swinging weight. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 24



Monday morning started as all mornings at the Academy do. With people hustling to get the day started. The slaves were rushing through morning routine. The Trainers were finalizing plans for the days training. Devon oversaw it all. Andre and Geneva traveled to pick up Josh, and found that the Doctor was due in an hour or so to release him. They waited and chatted, and before lunch, Josh was ready to be discharged. 

Arriving back at the Academy, Josh was shown to his room, and given a hand radio in case he needed anything. Geneva got out of her clothing quickly, and the afternoon progressed as always, people were busy. Josh wondered into the Admin area, and felt wrong somehow, but he didn't want to be naked right now. He hung out and chatted with Jeannette, and the others as they passed in and out. He found that Master Thomas enjoyed the same reality shows that Josh did, and they discussed the shows for a while, kibitzing about the choices the people made. 

Monday's dinner was normal too. Josh ate with the Master's, declining to have a tray in his room. He just wanted to be around people. After dinner, he asked Master Devon if someone could run him to the Apartment tomorrow, so he could get his things. 

"Certainly Josh, I'll take you myself. I'd be honored." Devon had surprised him in saying. 

Josh hadn't set the alarm clock in the room, accustomed to having Jeannette wake him when it was time to get moving. Surprising him a great deal, at 7:35, Diane arrived with a tray and woke him with a knock on the door. Opening the door he found her holding the tray and he saw it was liberally covered with food and beverages. "Hello." He said in confusion.

"We assumed you'd want to eat in your room this morning, and I volunteered to bring you the tray." Diane said. "After Breakfast, we'll all be working, but someone should be around Admin, you know the drill Josh." 

Josh watched Diane place the tray gracefully on a small table near a comfortable chair. "Uh, thanks Diane. I'm sorry you had to bring that." 

"No problem, just leave it after you're done eating, we'll pick it up shortly." Diane said smiling. "I have to run now." Diane was gone in a flash, and Josh knew she was already behind schedule because he hadn't gotten up in time. 

Josh ate, not too quickly, his right arm worked, and could steady a plate, or hold a fork to steady the meal, but it was too weak, and it hurt too much to eat with it. After breakfast, he quickly cleaned himself, and went to Admin. Master Devon was at his desk, and at the first sight of Josh was up and ready to depart at Josh's request. 

First they went first to the Graveyard, and Josh sat on a bench near Brad's grave, and wept silently as he said goodbye to his friend, his master, and his lover. Devon sat with him, holding his hand, offering support, and friendship. Devon was wise enough to know that nothing needed to be said, that Josh was doing everything himself. 

Devon had called the Lawyer and informed him that Josh wanted to get his things today. The lawyer had arranged it and called Devon back in minutes saying it would be no problem. 

At the Apartment, Brad's brother, Jacob was there, and prepared to be ugly to Josh about the things. Devon pulled him aside and spoke quietly to him. Jacob was not friendly, but could be considered civil for the rest of the short stay. 

Devon helped Josh pack, and then carried the things down and put them in the mini van, which had been chosen for this purpose. In the van on the way home, Devon accepted the inevitable question, what had he said to Jacob. "It's not important, really."

"Master." Josh began, he couldn't think of the trainers as anything else. He'd tried. "I've never known Jacob to be anything but ugly towards me. Today, he wasn't. I just wondered what you'd said to him." 

Devon shrugged. "I explained to him that no one would be served by a scene now. It could change nothing that had happened, and nothing that would happen. All it would do is annoy me, which would not be in his best interests." 

Devon frightened Jacob in truth. Devon spoke with such easy power, such confidence, that Jacob was concerned, and uncomfortable. Devon didn't act like he owned the world, he acted like everyone knew he owned the world, and he didn't need to mention it. Jacob didn't like it, but decided until he knew more about this Devon, he shouldn't cause problems that may interfere with the inheritance that he stood to get. Besides, Devon had a point, nothing could be gained by a scene, and things could be lost.

Josh looked at him as they drove north. "I don't understand. Brad could never get Jacob to act civil, and had just about stopped seeing him except at Family gatherings. You spoke to him for a minute, and he was behaving like a Gentleman." 

"Josh, it doesn't matter what I said. What mattered is we got your things, and we did so without any problems." Devon explained. It wasn't what he'd said, it was how he said it. Jacob was a bully, and like all bullies, backed down when confronted by someone who didn't show emotion, or fear. Devon showed amusement, not anger, not resentment. He was amused by Jacob, and let Jacob see the humor in his eyes. Devon merely acted as if he could squash Jacob like a bug, and it was only at his sufferance, that Jacob existed right this instant. 

At the Academy, Josh described the scene to Jeannette and Geneva, and they grinned. Jeannette summed it up. "Master can be quite convincing, and he sees things in people the rest of us don't." 

"Yeah." Geneva said. "He saw through me in a couple minutes." 

"Me too." Josh admitted. "He said he needed to talk to me about something going on tomorrow. Any idea?"

"We have a demonstration tomorrow afternoon, and a formal dinner tomorrow night." Jeannette said. "I think he wants to talk to you about it." 

"I don't think I can serve." Josh said cautiously.

"I'm sure Master has a plan." Jeannette told him. "Wait for him to talk to you."

Jeannette and Geneva finished getting him unpacked into the dresser. Setting him up for a longer term stay, and hung his nicer clothing in the closet. 

Josh went to the office, and knocked on the door with his left hand. He stepped inside when Master Devon looked up. "Master, you wanted to talk to me?"

"Sure Josh." Devon said. "We've got a number of guests coming tomorrow. I'm looking at nine diners." He gestured for Josh to sit. Josh did so, uncomfortably. "I was hoping I could ask you for a favor."

"What favor Master?" Josh asked.

"I know you can't serve, and I don't think you'd be comfortable at the table. So I was hoping I could talk you into helping in the Kitchen. While the courses are being served, just help Chef lay out the next course, he's got warming lamps to keep them ready to be served. That will make it easier on the girls to serve the diners and attend to them." 

Josh thought. "Just hang out in the Kitchen, and help Chef?"

"That's it." Devon agreed. "I know your arm still hurts, and I don't want you to hurt it anymore." 

Josh agreed. "Sure thing Master. I'm not sure what help I'll be, but I'll do whatever I can." 

"This is a one time thing Josh, we're just too short handed otherwise." Devon admitted sadly. 

"Sure thing Master. I like Chef anyway, he's a great cook." Josh said readily. It wouldn't be bad. Things here weren't really bad ever. Well most of the time they weren't bad.

"Josh, there's something else I should have mentioned to you." Devon said a bit more seriously. "As a guest, you are entitled to seek someone's company. In other words, you can ask if someone would like to spend time with you, should you desire to do so. I'm certain that right now, with the injury so fresh, and with Brad's loss still so painful." Devon had seen Josh wince. "I know it's too soon. However, I wanted to let you know that you can ask any of the staff, not the trainee's, to spend some time with you. That includes trainers." 

Josh nodded. "Thank you Master. I understand what you're saying." He hesitated. "I'm not really ready for that yet."

"I know, but I wanted to make sure you understood. You're not a slave, despite your insistence to call us all Master. You're a guest. As a guest, you have certain privileges. You can borrow one of the cars, and we'll attend to you the best we can."

"You've all been great so far Master." Josh said with a faint smile. He knew they were hoping he'd join them, and he might. Just not right now. 

Devon nodded and held up his hand. "I read a book where a man described what I see as the duties of a guest, and a host. A guest is a jewel, resting on a cushion of hospitality." 

Josh chuckled. "That about sums up what I've been feeling so far." 

Devon stood and walked to the library, and returned handing Josh a book. "That's the book. It was written in 1936. One of the first books by Rex Stout." 

Josh looked at the cover. "Too Many Cooks?" 

"It's a mystery, and the stories are entertaining. Picture the physical representation of Falstaff, and the brilliance of Sherlock Holmes. The character is called Nero Wolfe, and he's absolutely unique in the genre of American Mysteries." 

"Thank you Master, I'll check it out." Josh said. "I've noticed that all the trainers are usually reading books. Some of the slaves read too. Why do you stress reading? Isn't it faster to watch TV and get the same stuff?" 

"Books are our window into society." Devon said. "They contain the author's original words, his or her original intent. Sometimes, the intent can be captured by the screen, other times, most of the times in fact, you find that the version of the story in cinema is adjusted to the Director's view. Take something simple, like the story we've all seen so many times. The Wizard of Oz is a good example of this. The book is very different from the movie, darker and more difficult. There are two good witches, and several other changes. The movie is good, I grant that. The book is the original, and we should know where the movie came from." 

Josh considered. "I never read much." 

"Perhaps this will start to show you that bigotry has always existed. We must choose not to participate." Devon said as he sat back at his desk. "The book was written, and at the time it was written, many minorities were referred to in very disparaging terms. The conversations in the books include many of those terms. Yet Wolfe, the Detective I mentioned in the story, rejects those terms. He even goes so far as to consistently treat Blacks and other minorities as equals. Well as equal as he treats anyone." Devon leaned back and considered for a moment. "I think you'll get a glimpse into how the Author, Stout, felt about Minorities. How they were treated, and I think you'll see that the storyteller, Goodwin, is swayed to Wolfe's point of view." 

Josh looked at the book. "Will bigotry ever end?" 

"No." Devon admitted. "I don't think it will. There will always be a few. The majority of us however have rejected the idea for the most part." 

"So the characters in the book don't think they're better than the Blacks? Even in the 1930's?" Josh asked suspiciously.

"When you finish that book. I'll give you 'Right to Die" by the same author. In it Goodwin says that he often feels superior to others. But if he ever feels that superiority because of skin color, he hopes that someone puts him out of his misery." 

Josh nodded thoughtfully. "I'll read this Master, or try to. I'll also be happy to help out in the Kitchen."

"I do regret asking this of you." Devon admitted.

"No problem, glad to help out Master." Josh said as he left, thinking about a number of things.

Jeannette smiled as she saw him. "So is he having you put on a floor show?" 

Josh shook his head. "No, I'm going to help out in the Kitchen, help chef set out the next course, that kind of thing." 

"It's really a big help for Chef, I think we're looking at getting him another chef to help out, a second cook kind of thing." 

Geneva entered the administrative area and smiled warmly. "Cool Josh, you're here. Come on, let's work that arm and get you healed up." 

Josh groaned and followed Geneva to the Guest Room he was using. As he sat on the bed, she worked his arm gently, but with determination through a full range of motion exercises. "Why do you have to hurt me like this again?"

"To keep scar tissue from building up and reducing the mobility of your arm." Geneva said. "It hurts now, but later you'll have better use of your arm from this." 

An hour passed. Josh ate with the Master's again, and noticed that the conversation, while flowing from subject to subject, seemed to avoid one subject. No discussions of training were going on. He realized that they were in fact, avoiding the subject of training and the slaves were barely mentioned. 

Jeannette had mentioned that the trainers normally discussed training at lunch, and Josh had resolved to ignore it. The trainers, were not taking this time to discuss their work, which meant that they were discussing it at other times, and that meant that Josh was doing something he didn't like. He was interfering in their lives, and their work. 

Josh understood he existed in a sort of limbo. He wasn't a Master, and doubted he ever would be. He wasn't a slave, and he wasn't really a VIP. He was a guest, using Master Devon's words, and everyone's attitude to describe it, but he was treated and they dealt with him with an eye towards long term recovery and residency. 

A guest is a jewel on a cushion of hospitality Master Devon had said. If so, the jewel shouldn't be a problem. Josh resolved to dine with the slaves from now on. So that the Trainers, the Masters, could have this time for themselves. 

The trainers retired after dinner to Devon's office, where discussions of training would now take place. Rebecca was first out of the office, followed closely by Thomas as they went to train the two students. 

Josh waited in admin, watching Jeannette prepare the office for the morning while the other house slaves saw to the Kitchen. After Master Andre had left, Josh rose and knocked on Devon's door. "Master, do you have a moment?"

"Sure Josh, we're just chatting." Devon said amiably. 

"Master, Jeannette told me that you all normally talk about training at dinner, and I noticed you're not. I understand why, and I'd like to dine with the slaves, if that's all right." Josh said quickly, obviously uncomfortable. 

"If you'd feel more comfortable there, certainly you're welcome to eat anywhere you wish." Devon said. "We refrained from discussions of training, because you're a guest, and we didn't want to bore you." 

"Master, it's all right, I don't wish to be a burden, not a large one. I'll eat with the slaves, or in with Chef. He and I have started chatting." 

Devon smiled. "Chef is one hell of a cook, and a very nice guy." 

"Yes Master." Josh stood to leave. "I just wanted to tell you that I won't be in at breakfast. I'll mention it to Chef before I turn in, or leave him a note if he's already asleep."

Devon thanked him and then finished with Ann. Turning out his desk light, he headed upstairs. Tired, and thankful. Josh had just volunteered to save them several hours a day, time that would have to come from their personal sleeping. 

Josh found Chef's door closed, and left a note. Add one for breakfast with the slaves. 

He went to his room, and picked up the book to read for a little while before bed. 

In the morning, the ringing of the alarm woke Josh, he'd discovered that no one was going to come for him until breakfast yesterday. They would bring him a tray at 7:30 if he hadn't shown up at the table. 

After a quick shower, he only took quick showers since his time at the Academy, enough to wash and move along, he dressed in casual pants and a button down casual shirt. Mainly because it was easier for him to get a button down shirt over his shoulder, and he didn't want to run around naked, not yet. 

He arrived at breakfast with the rest, and sat in the slave dining hall. He listened as Jeannette passed out Master's instructions. Donna and Yvette would have normal classes before lunch, a short class after lunch, and be available with the rest for demonstrations as directed by Master for the tour. 

Crystal was assigned to a quick class in Ballet, apparently her weakest subject, and then to help Diane and Geneva in the Kitchen. Chef would be busy all day, and could use the extra help. 

"Josh, that leaves you. Geneva said she needs to work your arm this afternoon, so we'll do that right after lunch." Jeannette continued between hasty bites of food. "Master Devon said you wanted to eat here with us. I can understand that." 

"Yeah, sitting at the table with Master means we can't joke." Crystal grumped from her special syban seat. It was obviously getting to her. 

"Special instructions for you too." Jeannette said to Crystal. "No syban for the rest of the day, we're going to get you under control so you're not rattling dishes all night." 

"Thank you God." Crystal said seriously. 

"The Master's are going to be setting up the demonstrations this morning, and placing us this afternoon. Expect to be in one of the training rooms or available to go into one. You may be answering questions, and you may be tied up like a little ball in bondage training. I don't know yet, Mistress Ann is going to be working with Master Devon and Master Andre after her class with you Crystal." 

"Right." Crystal said. "Ballet two right?" 

"Yep, and that's it folks. Just keep loose, and we'll all have the plan finalized before these VIP's get here." Jeannette picked up her empty tray and said. "Time to get to work." 

The slaves scattered in a flash, each headed towards their own assigned duty. Josh had no duty, and returned to his room. He watched a little TV, and then becoming bored, wondered out of his guest room. He had nothing to do until this afternoon, when Geneva would once again torture him calling it therapy. He walked outside, and strode down to the dock. It stuck out into the small cove, the larger Long Island Sound visible in the bright sunlight. Standing on the dock, he just watched the waves roll steadily by, listening to them break gently on the pilings. 

"Pretty out here, isn't it?" Jeannette asked him.

Turning in surprise, he found Jeannette standing there, barefoot as usual, her ass more visible than normal, the short slave dress waving in the breeze off the water. "I was just wondering around."

Jeannette smiled at him. "It's all right Josh, it's not like you have somewhere to be or anything." 

"Yeah." Josh agreed. "I was just out here not thinking. Sounds strange right? Not thinking."

Jeannette shook her head. "No, it's normal. We all have times we don't want to think about things." There was an edge of sadness to her voice. 

"Anything in particular you don't like to think about?" Josh asked. Partly from curiosity, and partly from a desire to listen if she wanted to talk.

"Yes." Jeannette answered. She didn't offer more, and Josh wasn't going to ask. After a few minutes of silence Jeannette spoke again. "I'm sorry Brad died Josh. I really am." 

"Me too." Josh replied softly. "He was too tired, we both were. We'd been up at the with some friends in the mountains, near Lake Champlain." Josh used his left hand to rub his shoulder and roll his neck around. "We'd taken the week, just taken off and went north. No business for a week, and then a phone call. A problem at one of the shipping companies, they couldn't handle the influx of cargo after all, and we were on our way back so he could fix this problem." 

Jeannette waited, knowing more was to come. Josh waited for a while and then continued. "We'd been out on the lake half the day, the sun, the water, we were both tired, but he decided to drive in anyway. I had kind of zoned out too, hypnotized by the road I guess, and when I became aware of a problem, it was those ripples on the edge, but it was a turn, and we couldn't make the turn."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 24



"It was a horrible, tragic accident Josh, it wasn't your fault." Jeannette said, before Josh could berate himself for not paying more attention, to not helping Brad stay awake. 

"I sort of know you're right, and I sort of don't." Josh admitted. "We flipped, rolled a couple times, and landed upside down, with his side of the car wrapping around a tree." Josh waited for a moment and then finished the story. "He didn't suffer, at least thank God he didn't suffer." 

Jeannette took Josh's hand, and held it as a friend. Giving him support, friendship, and compassion. She didn't speak, knowing her words would not help, and might hurt. 

Josh freed his hand and wiped his eyes. He cleared his throat and then in a somewhat sarcastic tone said. "So you were sent out here to convince me to stay a slave?" 

Jeannette shook her head. "If you are a slave at heart, and I think you are, you'll stay one. Perhaps here, perhaps not." Jeannette turned to him and looked him dead in the eye. "A slave without a master is a boat adrift Josh, and that's where you are now, adrift. I know, I was without a master too. I was adrift in the world." She waved her hand. "I almost went insane. I had lost my way, and had nothing to hold onto. I didn't belong anymore. I didn't fit in anymore." 

"So you went back to it right?" Josh asked, not cruelly but with more of an edge to it than he'd intended.

"I'd left the group, you're not supposed to come back, but I was granted permission to be let back in." Jeannette admitted. "Master Devon argued for me to be allowed back in. He wanted to talk to me, to understand me, and to understand what drove me to return. No one had ever tried to return before." 

"Diane said one time, that Master Devon had trained you." Josh said, to clarify his own understanding.

"He did, he trained me long ago." Jeannette said looking out over the sound. 

"So together you all came up with this plan?" Josh asked, indicating the academy.

Jeannette shook her head. "I was accepted back in, and Master Devon made me his senior slave. This is his plan, his vision." Jeannette turned to him. "It's needed though, you can see that. They need us to do this. The students need us to teach them. Diane needs us to be here for her, and Geneva. If it wasn't for us, Crystal would be on some website doing requests for perverts at a buck a minute." 

Josh nodded. He'd seen some of those websites. Needle play, razors, urine and scat. There was nothing that wouldn't be done on some of them, and while snuff wasn't out there really, it was underground. Everyone knew it, and no one really liked it. 

Jeannette turned back to the Sound. "Master Devon saved me, and has saved them. He gives us a purpose, a place to belong." 

Josh nodded. "You're all so happy here, even Crystal who's being tormented near to death." 

Jeannette smiled knowingly. "Yeah, she's a handful. Probably the toughest challenge we have here right now. She thinks slavery is about being tied up and fucked silly. She thinks that submission is about opening your legs and taking as many cocks as there are in the county." 

Josh nodded. "She's learning the service though, she's improved since I was here last." 

"Yeah, but it's going slow, she's resisting us. Resisting the change to her vision of slavery to one that's more stable, a more sustainable lifestyle." 

"You'll do it, I don't think Master Devon knows how to fail." Josh said.

"Everybody fails now and then Josh, but these trainers are the best the old Society ever had." Jeannette turned to look at him again. "They are the best that have ever existed in this lifestyle. You could give them the task of training a Pro Football team, and they would give you Super Bowl champions in a year." 

Josh nodded. Then he smiled. Then he laughed out loud. At Jeannette's questioning look he grinned at her. "Can't you see Mistress Rebecca, her tiny self, with a bamboo cane flogging the shit out of some four hundred pound linebacker for not trying hard enough?" 

Jeannette smiled. "She'd tear him apart in a minute, no more."

Josh nodded. They turned by mutual unspoken consent, and headed for the mansion. Jeannette had work to do, and Josh had to get a pill down before his shoulder really started to hurt. Lunch was around the corner, and they had a busy afternoon. 

After Lunch, the slaves were sent to various classes, Crystal was in the Kitchen, and everyone was briefed by one of the trainers as to their duties during the tour. Donna and Yvette found this fascinating, and while they waited, they were given classes themselves. 

"We've only got you two for a couple more days, and we don't want to waste any more time than required. The formal dinner will be a good experience for you, a chance to practice the art of service, however, standing around and doing nothing, that's completely unacceptable." Rebecca had said as she reached for a cane to start Yvette's training in the more advanced positions. 

Adam Thompson, the senior product procurement manager for Pleasure Products, arrived with Michael Jeffords, and Christina Danielson both Vice Presidents of the company. Dominique escorted them to Admin where Devon and Jeannette were waiting, a full array of refreshments were available. 

The meetings to date had outlined the general vision of the movie. The idea was a two story movie, first, some actors at an Academy like setting, doing things there that looked great on film. Some kneeling, some sex, that sort of thing. Then a couple at home, who are using the Academy product line, to play the slave and master in the privacy of their own home. Both Devon and Dominique had spent hours describing the types of activity that go on at the Academy, and the stories of the type of training had gotten Adam into thinking along these lines for the movie. 

Josh moved into the Kitchen to start helping Chef when he heard that the guests were here. He figured that Chef might be able to use an extra hand, and since that's all Josh had at the moment, he might as well pitch in. 

"Devon, a real pleasure to see you again." Adam said with a phony smile plastered on his face. He introduced both Christina and Michael, and then they sat in the office to get acquainted. 

"I've examined the prototypes of some of the toys, and they're brilliant." Christina began. "We're willing to agree to the license requirements, and I understand the last point of the negotiations is how they should be marketed, and how much publicity the Academy is willing to accept." 

Devon smiled amiably. "We're not willing to participate in any publicity events. We're not here to be famous, we're here to train the select few of the Bondage world." Devon answered. "We'll help out with presentation, demonstrate for you how to use some of the training aides, but we're not set up, nor are we capable of offering assistance in the films you have envisioned." 

"We'd like to think there is room to negotiate in that area." Michael admitted as he sipped his drink. 

Jeannette knelt silently, and waited for instructions. In minutes, no one noticed her anymore, she had a good talent and plenty of practice in not moving, and the people would become accustomed to her and eventually ignore her. 

"I'm afraid there is not much room for negotiation. However I've been considering how we can help you produce the videos, at another location of course." Devon said.

Dominique kept her face straight, it shouldn't be surprising that Devon had another scheme up his sleeve, but it was. "Really Devon, you think we can accommodate them in some way?" 

"Yes, I think we can train their actors to portray slaves." Devon said. "I've looked at a couple videos that have been made by your group. They use the same actors, or is it actresses for the most part. They are suitable amateurs, by our standards. I don't think they can be trained up in anything less than months, however, we could polish them up over a period of a few days, and make them look like Academy trained slaves for the camera." 

Dominique considered. "How long would this take?" 

"I am assuming four, or five days. Assume a week to train them up sufficiently. First to move and behave like slaves or dominants on camera. Then to use the training aides that the script calls for them to demonstrate." Devon answered.

"Where?" Christina asked.

"I could train them here. I'd have to shut down normal training. I'm sure your actors would not appreciate the strict discipline that is in effect for students, and staff." Devon said. "I could house them, and even manage to put a couple managers up under the roof. I could handle eight, or perhaps even ten depending on how large a cast you are envisioning." 

Michael glanced at Christina and answered for the group. "There's a problem with that." 

Devon raised an eyebrow. "Really? A problem with training your actors to behave like true slaves for the films?" 

"Our movies are shot in days, not weeks. The longest I have heard of was four days, and that was a four hour representation of the Story of O." Christina admitted. "I don't think the actors would be willing to train for a week, just to shoot for a day or two." 

Devon leaned back. "The movie Saving Private Ryan. All the actors were put through a boot camp of sorts. They lived in the field, in tents, and learned how to live, and behave, like soldiers. They were taught by retired soldiers." Devon waved a hand. "It gave the film a realism that others desperately seek, but don't attain because they are unwilling to put in the effort at creating the proper atmosphere." 

Christina nodded. "I'd heard that about the training for the movie." She glanced at Adam and then at Michael. "Some may buy that angle, those who dream of more mainstream acting careers." 

"There is one other thing I'm afraid we'll have to address before we could agree." Devon admitted almost with reluctance. "I'm given to understand that the California culture of drugs is rather rampant in the adult film industry." 

Christina didn't reply, which was an admission of sorts. Devon gave her a moment and then continued. "My agreement with the Sheriff, which was not easy to come by, demands that no drugs, of any sort, other than by prescription, may be present on these premises." 

Michael shrugged. "I don't see how we could enforce such a rule." 

"Then there is no deal." Devon said with sadness and finality in his voice. "I won't have narcotics in this house. Not in any way, shape, or form. The training is going to be hard for the actors, even the scaled down training I envision, and having minds addled by God alone knows what kind of substances would be counterproductive." 

Michael frowned and looked at Christina. He got a small nod. "OK, we can make it a contract agreement. The actors will agree, or they won't be considered for the film." 

Devon smiled amiably. "Then let's tour the facility, and show you the pinnacle of the Bondage world." 

The tour began in the training wing. First, oral arts, Diane knelt before her last accomplished station, number nine. Ten was not possible as she hadn't mastered the deep throat technique, something that Master Thomas was indicating would be addressed in the very near future. 

"Diane is our first slave to join us. She's been here the longest, and has demonstrated that she is quite dedicated, and very loyal to her Master." Devon said as he explained the stations. 

Adam cleared his throat. "I've met Diane before, and she's really quite impressive." 

Christina glanced at him but said nothing. She'd heard the rumors he'd started, that she was a goddess at fucking. Turning back to Devon she expressed surprise. "You're not selling the patents to these devices, or are you waiting until the second wave so to speak." 

Devon smiled. "We're unwilling to share this technology at this time. I don't see where that would change. However, the pressure sensitive probe we offered would do in a pinch for training this task." 

Michael glanced around. "We could mock up something like this, put a movie on one screen, and show the training. Then show one of the actors at home, working on the probe he's talking about." 

Christina nodded grudgingly. 

Adam smiled at Diane, and even offered a little wave. She continued working on the station, getting the green lights, and finally knelt back after achieving Task Complete.

Christina walked to the final station. The dreaded number twelve. "I presume that this monster is also used for oral sex training?" 

Devon stepped to it. "Yes, it is. It's the final station." 

"It's too large to do much more than hold the tip, you don't mean that you actually expect people to take that orally." Christina objected.

"Jeannette, review station twelve." Dominique ordered casually.

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said. She stepped to the station, knelt and tapped the screen in one fluid motion. She started to suckle on the station, and then shifting herself, swallowed it whole. Her lips were right up against the plastic pelvis. Her throat had swollen notably. 

Christina swallowed hard herself. "Jesus Christ." 

"That thing is as big as John Holmes." Michael observed. 

"Yes, it's rather intimidating. However, for the trained slave, it's not too much of a challenge." Devon said casually. 

Adam kept looking from the station where Jeannette was working, to Diane. 

Moving on to Ballet, Mistress Rebecca ran Yvette through her paces, all the way to the end of phase two. 

"This is the poise, the grace that a true slave has. Obviously the actors will have to endure much of this, without the strict use of the lash of course." Devon said genially. 

At cunt training, Devon said. "The pressure sensitive probe would also be useful in training the basic level, the squeezing of the muscles in the vagina." 

Geneva was laying on the table, staring at the screen, and trying not to come. So many people seeing her this lewdly displayed was a huge rush. She was spread out, with a probe in her, and she was squeezing the four-sensor probe well enough to get the green lights. 

Andre handed one of the custom probes that were truly in use. "This is a six sensor probe. Geneva's not that advanced yet, but she will be before too much longer." 

"She's on a four sensor now isn't she Andre?" Dominique asked after glancing at the screen. 

"Yes Dominique, she's got it covered. She can ripple at will at this level. I'm considering skipping five, and going straight to six, she's got excellent muscle control." 

Geneva beamed at this praise, and nearly climaxed as Michael leaned down to get a closer look. Christina also stepped in for a closer look. 

Donna was in Bondage training. She was quickly bound to demonstrate the right way to immobilize a student. Ann handled this explanation, describing the proper uses of bindings, and immobilization techniques. 

Rebecca had already headed upstairs, to take over the sleep training explanations. Ann concluded her demonstration, and had Donna so restrained and immobilized, that she looked like a mummy wrapped in chain and leather. 

Devon apologized and said that they didn't have anyone to demonstrate Erection or Orgasm control for males. He did walk them through the process, explaining the different torments used to help train the male. Adam looked around the room and glanced at Michael. "That's easy enough to mock up. Just a guy, some video on the wall, and someone working him. A Mistress telling him that he has to hold out even longer, or he'll be punished." 

"Yeah. That's easy enough to set a scene by. Elane would be great in this scene." Michael confirmed.

Andre and Thomas had moved downstairs with Geneva and Diane. When the tour arrived there, the two slaves were stretched out on other bondage devices. Geneva was stretched in a four-point harness, her chains taught enough that you could almost strum it like a stringed instrument. Diane was face up on a table, her legs folded out of the way, her hungry cunt obvious to all who glanced at her. Both of the slaves were gagged, Diane with a big red ball, Geneva with a large ring that allowed drool to run down her chin as she squirmed in the chains that held her. 

"This is a more advanced section. Normally students aren't brought down here before the end of phase three, when the more advanced tricks, like subspace, are being taught." Devon explained. 

The guests were shocked at the collection. Michael spoke first. "This is the largest collection of Bondage Furniture I've ever heard about. I've never even seen some of these before." 

Adam spent his time near Diane and looking around the room. He kept smiling at her in a friendly manner. Diane was grateful for the gag, otherwise she would have had to work to refrain from giggling. Apparently, it was the best sex he'd ever had, poor minuteman. 

Through to the sleeping area, the trio was not impressed with the slave sleeping rooms. "I don't think the actors will accept accommodations like this." 

"Of course not, I'd set the rooms up for them." Devon said pointing to the room with all the furniture in it. "One like that, and they wouldn't be nude, they would be wearing clothing that would not interfere with training. Shorts and things like that for ballet." 

The trio agreed that the Actors would probably grudgingly accept the bed and other furniture. The bathroom would be problematic, but Devon offered to put a male/female sign on the door, flipping it would change the sex if there were males sleeping up here as well. 

Jeannette broke away from the group, and started to get the slaves in shape for the dinner. Over drinks in the Library, the trio admitted to being impressed with the forethought that had obviously gone into every facet of the facility. "I'll be honest, I don't know if I can easily mock up something like this for a film." Michael admitted.

"You aren't selling most of that stuff, so mocking up oral arts, or cunt control, or even the bondage training to a certain level of accuracy would be wasted." Devon pointed out.

This was grudgingly admitted to, and the discussions moved on to the type of support the Academy was prepared to give, more specifically. 

"I currently have three guest rooms available. I could make it four, with only a little trouble. They are far more comfortable, for VIP's, than the other rooms you've seen so far. With the staff I currently have, I could train eight people without too much trouble, doubling up in ballet, and in oral arts." He shifted and continued. "The biggest advantage would be exposing the actors to people who truly participate in the lifestyle. Exposing them to our house staff and at the same time training them, if not as true slaves, than as a coddled versions of a slave, would give the Actors a fresh perspective, and an ability to portray this all on camera." 

"However, you'll have to admit that the film sets, for example, Oral Arts would lack a certain something with just some things mocked up instead of the systems you use." Michael offered after a quick glance at Christina.

Devon smiled. "How would you film the pressure sensitive units so that people would understand they really are pressure sensitive? How could you demonstrate the tongue swirls that we teach in phase two except by some half assed cartoon? You couldn't very well film inside the actors mouths, nor could you show electrical impulses flowing up hidden wires inside of the training units." 

Dominique nodded. "Two weeks without any income though Devon, we've got lot's of interested clients." 

"True, but this will be a nice source of income, potentially steady, to satisfy the desires of the Stockholders." Devon pointed out.

Dominique nodded in acknowledgment. Christina asked the next question. "The actors will be concerned about food. Many of them have diets they maintain, for their work." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 24



Devon smiled. "We're about to head to dinner, and I think you'll find the food quite acceptable." He shrugged helplessly. "If there are special restrictions or diet requirements, then I'd certainly discuss them with Chef and see what we could do to accommodate reasonable request. I have only one Chef at this time though, and he can't possibly crank out a dozen different meals three times a day. By different, I mean individual menus." 

Nine sat at the table, Devon taking his place at the head, and the two vice presidents on either side of him. Dominique was at the foot, across from Adam Thompson. 

Devon didn't ring a bell. He spoke into his wrist. "We're ready Jeannette." 

The door opened, Jeannette stood there holding a tray with two bowls of soup. "Master, dinner is served." 

The six slaves came in dressed identically, all wearing the short toga style dresses, and each saw to the assigned position with grace and aplomb. The slaves stepped back after serving the soup, and stood waiting, hands folded before them. 

As the fish course was quickly and efficiently served, Christina admitted the food was excellent. "You have a quite capable chef." 

"He's exceptional." Devon agreed. "We're very happy with his work."

Three entrées were brought in next, and Chef made a brief appearance. "This is one of my best dishes, Chicken Montrachet." 

The diners sipped wine and then sampled the meal. It was excellent, and all said so. Devon continued to make small talk, pointing out the grace that the service was done with. 

As the salad course was finished, the diners sat and looked at each other in awe. The desert was served next, and again Chef had gone all out. Chocolate Truffle Cheesecake tempted the tastes of everyone at the table. Christina spoke first. "Devon, I don't think we could get the actors to that level of grace in a week. I'd love to film something like this, it would be exceptional." 

Devon shrugged. "We can try to train the actors up, and we should be able to maintain a fair representation of the dinner service." 

Christina glanced at Michael and shrugged. He stepped in. "Perhaps we could use some of your staff for the movie, for things like this." 

Devon shook his head. "No, we don't do movies here. We train." 

While no one had said so, it was obvious that the slaves were to be spoken to sparingly during the dinner. No one had questioned them at all. Only Devon had signaled that the next course was needed, and Jeannette communicated with subtle gestures and looks to the others. 

Michael broke this understood rule. "Jeannette, you're a very beautiful woman, wouldn't you like to be in a movie?" 

"No Sir. I seek only to serve Master." Jeannette answered. 

Devon gave Michael a cold look. "Don't stop there, perhaps Geneva or Diane." He turned his head slightly and increased his volume just enough for everyone to hear him. "Geneva, Diane, would you like to be in a movie? There is no wrong answer, as long as it's the truth."

"No Master." Both answered nearly in unison. 

"How about you Crystal, would you like to leave us for a life in the film industry?" Devon asked next. 

"No Master. I don't want to leave." Crystal said seriously. Leaving was a nightmare of hers. Anywhere outside of the Academy, and her Mother could again get control of her.

Devon turned back to Christina and gave Michael a withering glance. He understood she'd signaled for him to take the lead, which told him that she was more senior. "I know my staff, their desires, and their wishes. I would not have spoken to those without some knowledge of the people involved." 

"It's just that this place, the people here, are not what we'd expected." Christina admitted. 

Devon leaned back and waved a hand. Jeannette gave her own signal, and in a minute the desert plates were gone and coffee was served. Devon leaned forward and sipped his coffee. "I understand the difficulty you're expecting with the actors. I'm willing to go one step further. I presume you'll be holding some sort of casting call?" 

"Yes. That's normal." Michael admitted. "It's somewhat informal, but yes, we'll be meeting and talking to the actors." 

Devon nodded. "I'll ask Mistress Ann, and Slave Diane to attend, to demonstrate the techniques and the abilities that we wish to help them simulate." 

Diane broke training. She goggled at Devon, her mouth ajar and her eyes open wide. A significant look from Jeannette put her back in training. She forced her face to return to carefully neutral. Ann blinked rapidly at Devon as she tried to catch up with what was just said. 

"Your apprentice trainer?" Michael asked with a bit of scorn.

Dominique flared a bit. "Mistress Ann is much more advanced than her title, apprentice trainer, would indicate. She's already more advanced than any Dominant outside of this academy that I'm aware of. She's fully qualified on all phase one and two training, and nearly qualified on all the phase three training. She can do an exceptional job representing us." 

Devon didn't wait for another objection. "Diane is the most senior student I have here. She is as a rough estimate, six weeks, or perhaps as little as a month away from full qualification. Only three tests remain for her, and we're working her hard, training her up for it." Devon looked defiantly at Michael. "I suggested the very best for the task at hand, people I can ill afford to do without for a week of lounging around in California." 

"I'm sorry, I guess I assumed that you would be doing it personally, if we agreed." Michael said trying to cover up his mistake. 

Devon took a deep breath and visibly calmed himself. "I'm needed here, that's the problem with this. I need to be the one designing the training for these actors, and I need to have good input on what their strengths and weaknesses will be. That is Mistress Ann, as she is exceptional at judging such things." Devon shifted in his chair, obviously trying to return to full calm and control from the challenge to his authority that he'd just confronted. "Despite the fact that we won't be filming here, any problems that do arise, will only be able to be handed, or decided, here. I would need to be available to talk to the County Elders, I would need to be the one to talk to the Sheriff, our agreement with them was not easy to come by, and is far too delicate to take for granted this early in our tenure."

Dominique nodded slightly. "I agree Devon, the understanding we have with the County, and the State, is far too immature to take for granted. I would agree that you'd need to remain at hand to reassure them should something stir their curiosity." 

Michael glanced at Christina, and received some subtle signal from her. "I apologize, and I'm certain that Mistress Ann will do admirably." 

Ann spoke up at last. "I presume that I'll be running Diane through her paces, as a demonstration for the actors?" 

"Yes, and treating them with a certain amount of disdain. Not too much though, they're prima donnas." Devon agreed.

Diane glanced at Jeannette and got a small shake of the head in reply. She returned to looking straight ahead. Diane had questions, what made anyone think she was the best-qualified slave?

Adam was watching Diane, and remembering the short time he'd spent with her. He'd like to spend some more, the entire evening, a whole night would be quite pleasant. Christina on the other hand, was unlikely to be willing to stay, and that would make it uncomfortable to even suggest it. 

After dinner, when the final details were agreed upon, and notes were made for the contract, the three Pleasure Products people retired to their car to return to the city. Devon feeling Christina's unwillingness to even consider staying, did not suggest it in the slightest. Instead he went with Dominique back to his office, and they sat sipping Brandy and discussing the meeting. 

Ann knocked on the door. Devon invited her in, and after exchanging pleasantries with Dominique asked the question burning in her chest. "Devon, why me?"

"Don't you feel up to the task Ann?" Devon countered.

"Devon, why me? I'm not stupid, and I've noticed a bunch of stuff. Every time you leave, you put me in charge. You delegate details to Rebecca, your number two, but you always put me in charge in your absence. Why?" 

Devon frowned slightly. "I find you do a good job, and so I leave it with you." Devon offered in an effort to minimize the situation.

"Devon, forgive me, but that's bullshit." Ann said. "I need the truth here, why me?" 

Devon glanced at Dominique, and got no indication of her opinion. He leaned back slightly, and finally spoke. "Because when or if I leave this facility, you will be the lead trainer here." 

Ann gaped at him. "What?" 

"You are going to take over command of this facility Ann." Dominique agreed. "That's why he puts you in charge, and that's why he's sending you to California." 

Ann sat heavily in the chair before the desk and tried to compose her mind. "Devon, I've been doing this for what, not even five months? You can't seriously think I'm the one to put in charge. I can't do your job for Christ's sakes." 

"Not yet, but you will, before I leave." Devon said. "Now about California, I'm thinking a basic demonstration of the subtleties of Ballet and basic obedience demonstrations. Let them see the interaction between a true Dominant, and a true submissive." 

"No sweat, Ballet one and two and have Diane demonstrate how she can prepare on command." Ann waved it away. "I can't believe you think I'm going to take over for you."

"There is also the notional Dominants, they'll need to be shown the subtleties of true Domination Ann." Dominique offered. 

"Show them how to stride, how to sneer properly. No sweat." Ann insisted. "Devon, I'm not command material. I'm not even a fully qualified Dominatrix yet." 

"No, you're not. You're not far from it, but you aren't qualified yet. However, four months ago, if I had said you would be doing a demonstration for actors on the basics of what we do here, you would have objected that it was impossible. Now, you indicate it is no problem, you dismiss potential hurdles as irrelevant. Do you think I would dump this upon you before you were truly ready Ann?" Devon asked.

Ann hesitated. "How long has this been your plan Machiavelli?" 

Devon considered for a moment. "I told the Sheriff the night of the first dinner." 

Dominique spoke next. "Ann, I wholly approve of his choice, and while it's still some way out in the future, say two years, you are the natural choice to take over here." 

Ann looked at Dominique, and then at Devon again. "Why not Rebecca, or Andre." After a moment, she'd realized the she'd shown her hand. By not including Thomas in the list, she'd shown Devon that she agreed with his assessment in a way. Thomas wasn't leadership material.

Devon looked uncomfortable. "They agree with my decision. They know why I've chosen you." 

"You discussed it with them?" 

"Yes." Devon said. "To help them train you, so you'll be ready when it's time." 

"Ann, they aren't suitable lead material. They're excellent trainers, but they need a firm, and wise hand to guide them." Dominique offered. "Devon was spotted as suitable Lead material when he was still learning to be a trainer. So was I." 

Ann glanced back and forth and then asked her question again. "Why not Rebecca, she's second here." 

Devon leaned back. "Rebecca wouldn't take the job if I offered it to her. She has a flaw, one that you probably suspect, and one that would interfere with her leadership eventually." 

Ann considered for a minute. "She likes to hear the slaves squeal." 

Devon nodded. "As long as someone is here who is over her, she's guaranteed not to exceed required punishments, to keep her desire under control. When it gets to be a distraction, she seeks the assistance of Andre, Thomas, or even myself at times." 

"Andre normally." Ann said softly. She was thinking about all she'd seen, all she knew, and all she'd noticed, but not considered. "Andre let's Rebecca hurt him?"

Dominique laughed. "No, he punishes her, she likes the pain too." Dominique shrugged. "I've had him treat me roughly too, and he's very good at it." 

"Why not Andre then?" Ann asked, already suspecting the answer.

"He's too wrapped up in himself, too egotistical for a really good lead. Too naturally good looking. Also, as you know all too well, he tends to take some risky chances at times, a flaw I would not want to see behind this desk." Devon summarized. "It's mannerism more than appearance. He doesn't have it." Devon held up his hand. "Thomas you already know, he's too soft, too kindly in his mannerism. It's partly his appearance, partly his mannerism mostly it's just who he is, his character. He's gentle, and has to be tightened up from time to time to remind him that he's a trainer. He'll never be a good lead, he is a good trainer, and a dedicated one." 

Ann looked between them again. "I still think you're crazy." 

Dominique cleared her throat. "I'll forgive that, this time." She said semi seriously. "Ann, you have the talent, and the right personality. All you need to do is finish your training, and get fully qualified. Then we'll set about teaching you how to be a lead."

"Why are you leaving?" Ann asked Devon next.

"The long term plan I submitted, was after the flagship was opened, to open additional facilities around the world, the number dependant upon too many factors to even consider right now." Devon explained. "I would do the same thing there, train up a couple trainers, and start recruiting more staff." 

Ann was lost in thought for a short while. Finally she looked up. "You never have a single plan, what is the backup if, or when, I fail?" 

Devon leaned forward. "Recruit a trainer from inside the old Society, preferably a lead, and spin him or her up to take over." Devon admitted. 

"You seem reluctant to even mention that Devon, is something wrong with the society?" Ann asked next.

Devon shook his head. "No, but as a former slave, I'm perhaps too accustomed to taking orders. I feel a very strong desire to please the clients as well. You are unique, because your studies have all been as a Dominant. Also, you understand the delicate nature of the agreements we've made, not just with the Sheriff, but with our own staff. You wouldn't violate them no matter what the prize offered may be." Devon shrugged. "A Lead from the society might not understand how offended the Sheriff might be if we were to film here, and may have given in, or worse, presented a less than unified front with Dominique here." 

"As lead Ann, you answer only to me." Dominique said slowly. "I don't see any problems with that, and I'm normally very supportive of my trainers, so long as they're right." 

Ann nodded. "I know, I've seen that." She tried to absorb the enormity of what was revealed. "Devon, I don't know, it's scary." 

"Before you are given the task Ann, it won't be." Devon assured her. "Put together a list of demonstrations you think would be best in California, and let me see it in a day or two." 

Ann nodded absently. "Jeannette, she'll go with you won't she?" Her mind was filling in the blanks, seeing his plan in its entirety. She was not quite up to speed with him, but she was gaining on him. 

Devon nodded. "I haven't asked, but yes, she will follow me." 

"Diane." Ann said in understanding. "She's to be my lead slave?" 

"Unless you have an objection. She's the best overall service oriented slave." Dominique said. "Not because she was first, but because she has had the fewest obstacles to overcome. She fell into this lifestyle with little real trouble. She instinctively wants to obey Master." 

Ann shook her head. "No, she's fine. Still a little self conscious, but that's improving." 

Devon nodded. "You see, you have the feel for the job Ann, you just don't know you do." 

Ann rose and walked to the decanter, and poured a good double into a snifter. She took a healthy swallow of the Brandy and obviously strained as she tryed not to embarrass herself coughing. 

Dominique smiled. "Take smaller sips, let the vapors embrace you." 

Ann nodded and took a smaller sip. Then she drained the glass. "Sorry, I needed the jolt to my system." 

"Understandable." Devon acknowledged. 

"OK, I'm going to go upstairs and try not to freak the hell out now." Ann said. "I still think you're crazy Devon, but we'll wait and see." 

Devon and Dominique both wished her a good night. She returned the offering and headed upstairs. She saw Rebecca's door open slightly and knocked. Rebecca was wearing a robe and watching her TV. She turned it off and invited Ann in. 

"Becca, I just got done talking to Dominique and Devon. They said you agreed with the decision." Ann began.

Rebecca looked confused. "To send you to California? Sure. No problem. You can handle that." 

"No, to take over for Devon." Ann said watching her friends face carefully. 

Rebecca blinked in surprise and then nodded. "Yeah I do." 

"You don't want it?"

"I can't." Rebecca said softly. "I don't trust myself that much." 

"Becca, I don't know if I can do it." Ann admitted her fear, with more emotion than she'd intended.

"I know you can." Rebecca said softly. "You have the heart for it. I don't." 

"Why?" Ann asked.

"If you saw a student after my class striped from back of shoulders to her heels what would you do?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd talk to you, to find out what she did to deserve that extreme of a punishment, to see if we needed to adjust her training." Ann said understanding. 

"You'd keep me honest, and I need that." Rebecca admitted softly. "I'm good Ann, I'm probably the best Ballet instructor we've ever had at the Society. I've also got a kink, one that could and would consume me if it was not controlled tightly." 

"So you can be number two, a second, but you're afraid of being the lead." Ann said in summary. 

"Yeah. Right now, I'm honest. I know I can't get anything over on Devon. I know I can't get anything by you, you're pretty good at Ballet already. You'd know if I was being too strict, and would call me on it. You know my demon, and you'll watch me to make sure I'm not giving in." Rebecca looked seriously at Ann. "Don't ever think you can let it off the leash, you can't." 

"How do you control it?" Ann asked. 

"I have Andre hurt me, or Thomas." Rebecca said. "Andre is very good at that. Giving me the brutality I desire, with me as the target. I was a very good slave once too, and like everyone else, I enjoy letting go now and then." 

Ann nodded. She understood more, and less all the time. "Thanks Becca." She stood to go and stopped at the door before opening it. "If I am the lead, can I count on you to be my second?" 

"Of course Ann, I'm good at backing someone up, of carrying out the plans and details that the Lead needs to have accomplished." 

Ann nodded. "Thanks again Becca." 

"Good night Ann." Rebecca said softly. "One more thing?" 

"Yeah?" Ann asked.

"Don't fall in love with Devon, he will leave us in another couple years, when it's time." Rebecca said seriously. "Jeannette will follow him, and as much as he can love Ann, he loves her." 

"I know." Ann said. "I'm not falling for him." Ann assured her friend. 

Rebecca stood and walked to Ann, and held her in a comforting hug for a few moments. Then breaking the embrace, let Ann out of the room, and closed her own door. 

Diane was in Jeannette's room arguing with the lead slave. "I can't do that. I can't possibly demonstrate to some movie stars how to be a slave." 

"Sure you can, they're not really movie stars anyway, they're phonies, don't sweat it." Jeannette told her. 

Diane rolled her eyes and looked at Geneva. "Please tell me you see this my way."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 24



"Shit, you just banged a guy at a night club, and paraded around naked in front of the whole crowd like it was nothing." Crystal offered from the chair by the door. "You can do this too Diane." 

Geneva smiled at Diane. "You get to be the first face they see of the Academy, that's awesome." 

Diane sighed and sank back defeated. "I don't want to be awesome."

"Too bad, you are." Jeannette told her smiling in a friendly manner. 

Diane half frowned and half smiled at her friends. "Thanks guys, I guess I just needed a little help." 

"We all do, remember, that's what you told me when you and Jeannette helped me with Ballet." Crystal smugly told her.

"You little one, are going to get in trouble again." Jeannette offered. 

Crystal groaned. "Only if I have to sit on that syban again. It's killing me." 

"Horny little slut." Geneva said grinning. "When is playtime restriction over?" 

"Five more days." Crystal grumped. "I hate it." 

Jeannette smiled and said. "I'll speak to Master Devon before you get your rings on Monday, see if he'll lift the restriction so you can get it out of your system before you get pierced." 

Crystal smiled and nodded. "I really do need to you know?" 

"I know." Jeannette said kindly. "OK, everyone out. I'm sleeping alone tonight, unless Master calls me." 

The trio stood and left Jeannette's room and headed for their own beds. It had been a long and tiring day and no one really felt like fucking, at least not unless Master called for them. 

Ann lay in her own bed, and wondered if she could really do it, could she really ever be Devon? The answer was no. She couldn't be him. She could be herself, and perhaps she could lead here. She wouldn't be as aloof as Devon is, she'd prefer to be down in the trenches, leading from the front instead of commanding from the office. Devon's style suited his personality, and his mannerism. It wouldn't suit Ann's style, nor her personality. She'd be more Democratic, seeking input from the trainers, and accepting more feedback from the staff. 

Ann fell asleep, and didn't have nightmares about the idea of being lead trainer. 

Josh was asleep in the Guest room. For the first time, he didn't dream of Brad dying right next to him, and he didn't wake in a cold sweat at seeing his dead lover in his dreams. He was accepting the loss now, and while not quite ready to move on, he was no longer looking back, at least not as much. 

Dominique welcomed Thomas into the Guest room, she'd invited him to accompany her this evening. He had accepted, and could tell she wanted something slower, with a touch more tenderness tonight. He would comply, she was an amazing and passionate woman. 

Devon undressed and settled into his own bed. The future wasn't so hard to plan, you just couldn't get caught up in the details. You had a general plan, and wove whatever threads appeared into the tapestry. He lay down and closed his eyes. It had been a long and tiring day for him as well. 

The next few weeks would be delicate with Ann, she now saw her own future, and it may well scare her away. He had to insure that she was able to keep things in perspective, and to keep things in focus. She had to focus on the here, and now, or she would freak the hell out, and leave the Academy. Devon wove the threads into his tapestry as he slept. Working on the picture, forming it to his liking.



The Vassal Academy Ch. 25



Ann woke more than an hour before her alarm was due to ring. She hadn't had a nightmare, which was surprising. The idea that she was being groomed to take over the Academy, and it's dozen employees, and it's reputation, frightened her like nothing else had since she started working here. Ann sat and stared out the window, trying to decide what she could, or should, do. There wasn't anything obvious but there was something she could do. The question is, should she?

At 6:45, she opened her door and followed Jeannette to Devon's room. She was already showered and dressed, ready to face her day. It promised to be a busy day, if she was able.

"Good morning Jeannette." Devon said as Jeannette opened his door. Turning he saw Ann and raised an eyebrow. Ann gestured towards Jeannette and Devon complied, he issued the morning orders to Jeannette and she turned to leave. 

Ann held up a hand. She was supposed to teach this morning, a class for Geneva. "Devon, can we change the plan a bit. I'd like to take the day off, I need to do some things, alone." 

Devon looked at her for a moment. "I'll be teaching Geneva this morning Jeannette, everything else remains the same." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and left. 

Ann waited, she expected a question, or a polite inquiry. When it became apparent that Devon was waiting for her to talk, Ann bit her lip. "Devon, I need to talk to a couple people, I just need to take off for a day." 

Devon nodded. "It's yours, take the time you need Ann." She wasn't running, she was backing away, and Devon understood that. She wanted to back away and take a look at her life, her career choice, and her future, before she committed herself. She'd done the same thing before taking the job here in the first place, and Devon already knew what her answer would be. He suspected she knew it too. 

Ann turned and stopped at his door. "Devon, I won't lie to you, I'm scared." 

"Nothing to be afraid of Ann, before you assume the mantle, you'll be ready for it." Devon said softly. "I've never pushed you beyond where you were comfortable, and I won't." 

"Devon, I think I could do it, but if I'm wrong, so many people depend on you. They would be depending on me, and..." She let the sentence end awkwardly. 

"And you're afraid that if you aren't as good as I think you are, or you aren't really cut out for this, that all those people would suffer your mistake." Devon finished the thought for her. "I know it too well. Dominique does too as a matter of fact. There hasn't been a lead trainer that hasn't known that fear." 

"How do you do it?" Ann asked looking back at him. "How do you do what you do Devon?" 

"I do the best I can." Devon admitted. "I'm very good, perhaps even as good as everyone says I am. In the end, I'm human, and as we know, I make mistakes too." 

Ann nodded. "That's what scares the hell out of me Devon." She turned and walked out the door, passing the house slaves, two of whom were staying in the staff wing to clean up, there being more than were suitable facilities with the trainees right now.

Ann got her keys and her purse, and turned on her cell phone for the first time in months. She left the house, taking her car, and wondered what she was doing. First stop, a diner somewhere, just to eat food with regular people. 

Twenty minutes later, she was convinced that this was a huge mistake. The regular people were assholes. They talked too loud, were boorish in their mannerism, and a couple were giving her lewd looks that bordered on insulting. After breakfast, she went to visit her old boss, and her friend. Jack Mitchell was arriving at the station on time, exactly at 8:30, as he had for the last twenty years. He saw Ann and waved her in. 

After pouring them both a cup of coffee, and telling the Watch Commander to brief him in later, he closed the door to his office. Ann sat where she had before, on the couch next to the wall. "Uncle Jack, Devon said he told you that he saw me taking over his job, taking over the Academy." Ann began.

Jack nodded. "Yeah Ann, he did." He looked long and hard at the coffee cup. "How are you doing out there?" 

"Not bad." Ann admitted. "I just found out last night, when he announced he was sending me to California to demonstrate for some actors that are going to film a Psudo Academy for the products we've patented and are licensing to a company." 

Jack considered. "Filming in California?" 

Ann smiled slightly. "Yes, we'll train them here for a week, teach them to fake it, then they'll film elsewhere. Devon won't break the agreement Uncle Jack, you know that." 

Jack nodded. "I didn't think he would." He leaned forward and looked across his desk at Ann. "So what can I do for you Ann, do you want me to talk you out of this? I tried that once." 

"Do you think I can do this? Do you think I can run that place?" Ann asked.

Jack leaned back. "A year ago, I would have said no. Six months ago, I would have said I doubt it." He looked at Ann. "I'll tell you something else Devon told me. He said I had given you a raw deal, I should have treated you like any other Deputy, and let you fly, or fail, on your own." 

Ann looked at Jack surprised. "He did?" 

Jack nodded. "He was right by the way, I did sideline you. I just couldn't bear the thought of telling your folks that you'd been hurt, or killed." 

Ann felt warmth for this old man who had looked out for her for as long as she'd been alive. "I guess I can understand that." 

"It took me a while to understand it." Jack admitted. "He was right about one other thing too. He said in the whole county, the only place where your Uncle Jack Mitchell couldn't influence your future was out there, with him." Jack paused and sipped coffee. "I guess your flying along pretty well, if he told you his plan." 

Ann nodded thoughtfully. "Do I do it Jack? Do I try to do it?" 

Jack looked at her and frowned. "I don't like that school, you know that." 

"I know but Jack, I've known you as long as I've been alive, and I need to hear your advice." 

Jack settled back. "Yeah, you do it Ann." 

"Why?" 

"Because he's right. Everyone has to fly or fail, on his or her own merits. Right now, you're flying along fine, at least I guess so." Jack admitted. "If he's opened the plan to you, then he expects you to succeed, and I don't think he's wrong very often." 

Ann sat silent for a long time, considering the words she'd heard. Finally she nodded slowly, and looked at the man she had called Uncle Jack as long as she'd been alive. This man was her Father's best friend, and had been as long as they'd both been alive. "Thanks Uncle Jack, I know you're busy."

"Never too busy for you Ann. You know that." Jack said. 

Ann glanced at her watch and made another decision. Proving that Jack knew her as well as he thought he did, he answered the question before she mentioned it. "Yeah, he'll be at work now, your Mom should be home though." 

Ann nodded again. "See you later Uncle Jack." 

Outside, she dialed the number that she'd dialed ten thousand times, the one that led home. She needed to touch base, to touch a symbol of her old life, before she truly embraced this new life, then she had work to do. 

Her Mother wiped tears from her eyes as she welcomed her Daughter home. Ann managed to contain her own emotions, better than her Mother anyway. "Mom, I wanted to talk to you, I know it's been a long time." 

"Almost five months since you stormed out." Judy told her. 

"I know, it's been a busy time. I've been working hard." 

"Jack said you were doing fine out there, said he saw you when there was some problem or another. Your Father wouldn't hear about it, so I couldn't ask him either." 

Ann briefly filled in the details and highlighted what had happened. Then she sat next to her Mother on the couch. "Mom, Devon, the lead Trainer, the head of the operation, is planning on passing the torch to me." 

"You?" Judy asked surprised. "You are already a; what did you call it, a Dominatrix I think you said?"

Ann shook her head. "Not much more to learn, another couple months. He's talking in a year, or two. He'll leave and set up another facility somewhere else, Florida I think, perhaps California. Anyway, he wants to leave this one to me." 

Judy stared at her daughter and softly said. "Are you that good at it?" 

Ann shrugged. "I'm good, they're good, real good Mom. I'm just scared, that's why I'm here, I don't know if I can do this." 

Judy listened as Ann described the type of training she oversaw. Leaving out the details of learning it herself. She described the people they were helping. Reaching Cathy, giving Diane more self assuredness, giving Geneva stability. Giving Crystal somewhere safe to explore her own life, her own psyche. 

"Ann, I can't believe all that really goes on." Judy admitted. "It just wasn't even discussed like this with my Mother. She would have had a heart attack. None of my friends would have even considered watching someone practice oral sex. It's almost more than I can imagine." 

Ann nodded knowingly. "I know, I still get a little uncomfortable from time to time. But they're patient with me too, and they like me there Mom. I get to help a few people, make some money, and perhaps we can really put a stop to some dangerous practices in the world. Things that get people hurt, or killed." Ann said softly.

"Those things really happen?" Judy asked with an edge of fear to her voice. "People really get stuck by needles, and the other things you mentioned?" 

"Not at the Academy, not ever. That's one reason Devon wants me in charge, he knows I'll never allow those things." Ann said seriously. 

Judy looked at Ann. "I can't tell you to do this, I just can't." 

Ann looked at her Mother and nodded her understanding. "I get it Mom, thanks for listening though." Ann moved to get up and a hand on her arm stopped her. 

"Ann I'll ask you this. Do you enjoy your work? Your life?" 

Ann nodded. "Yeah I do. Strange as it sounds, they're good people Mom, they take care of me, and I take care of them. We all need each other." Ann waved a hand helplessly. "I know it sounds crazy, but we do make up a sort of family out there, and we're doing good things." 

"Ann, follow your heart, you know the answer, you knew it before you came here." Judy said with wisdom from many years of experience. 

Ann bit her lip. "What if I screw it up too?" 

"Then it wasn't meant to be, and you take what you learned here, and apply it to whatever you settle on next." Judy said softly.

Ann nodded, and wiped an eye. The decision made, she stayed and chatted with her Mother for another hour, finally checking her watch and deciding it was time. She had a couple more errands to run, and they were in the city. 

An hour before dinner, she parked her car behind the Kitchen at the Academy. She entered and found Diane and Geneva in the kitchen. They didn't look especially busy. "There are some packages in my car, take them up to my room right away." 

"Yes Mistress." Diane said as she and Geneva moved for the door. 

Walking through the Dining Room and into Admin, she saw Jeannette at her normal desk, and walked by to Devon's office, through the open door, and found him sitting behind his desk, what would be her desk one day, and sat before it. "Devon, did Dominique call?"

"No, should she have?" Devon asked.

"I spent half the day with her, in town. Right now, Diane and Geneva are taking some things up to my room." Ann said. She considered for a moment. "We got me a laptop, and other things that would scream success to the phonies in LA." 

Devon nodded. "The toys of the powerful, I'm sure she picked good ones." 

Ann nodded again. "So am I, and I'm not quite a computer nerd, but I'm not an idiot." She shifted mental gears. "Devon, I'm scared, and I'm not sure you've made the right choice. But I'll do my best." 

Devon leaned back. "Ann, that's all any of us can do, we strive for perfection, knowing we'll never reach it. Knowing we'll fall short. We only hope it's not too short, that we at least accomplish the other goals we set for ourselves, and others." 

Ann took a deep breath. "OK, I'm going to put together that list for you. I'm concerned about Diane's hang up, her deep throat issue."

Devon nodded slightly. "I worked on it today, and she managed to take the smallest probe without gagging."

"How come you were able and Thomas wasn't?" Ann asked. Then she frowned. "Not right, sorry, what did you do differently?" 

Devon shrugged. "I distracted her a bit, and then slid it into her throat when she wasn't looking." 

Ann chuckled. "You'll have to show me that sometime." 

"Certainly." Devon said with a smile. "One of the tricks that comes with experience." 

Diane knocked on the door. "Mistress, your packages are in your room. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes Diane, as you saw that's a laptop, and I've got a new smart phone. I want you familiar with them before we head to California. That way you are able to help me send reports home on what we find." Ann said without glancing at Diane. 

"Yes Mistress." Diane replied. 

"Good. You can return to your chores now." Ann said.

Devon smiled as Diane left. In a softer voice he said. "When you spend time with Dominique, you become more like her. More in control, more sure of yourself."

Ann stood and headed for the door. "She's got a very strong sense of presence." 

Devon watched her leave and returned to the training report he was typing. Diane had managed the slender flexible probe without too much trouble. The hang up was fear, and only partially fear of gagging. Devon noted his suspicion that the real problem for Diane was fear of failing.

After dinner Ann sent for Diane as she opened her new laptop and linked it to the local network. She tapped the password to it into her iPhone as well, and soon was all networked in. Taking Dominique's advice, she opened an email account with another carrier, one for more personal information, keeping the business one business. 

Diane arrived and knocked on her door. Ann called for her to enter. Signaling for Diane to kneel she said. "Diane, I want us to spend some time together, over the next few days, so we learn to communicate without words. I think there are times when I'll want your input, and I don't think we'll want them in on it." 

"Yes Mistress." 

"When you're not in training, find me, and attend to my needs." Ann told her next.

"Yes Mistress." Diane said. Then she hesitated. "Mistress, do you mean like Jeannette does Master Devon? Bring him coffee and other things he needs?" 

Ann nodded. "Yes, just like that. When we're in California, I want to be able to keep them off balance, I want them to be confused as to our position, authority, and influence." 

Diane considered. "I believe I understand Mistress."

Ann smiled and tapped Diane on the head. "I expect this was a surprise to you Diane, and before you question our wisdom, an event that would result in a rather severe punishment, I should tell you this. If Master Devon had offered me a slave to go with me, I would have selected you anyway." 

"Mistress, Jeannette is the lead." Diane said, not objecting, but merely pointing out her status. 

"Yes she is, and like Master Devon, she's needed here for this. She needs to be looking at things from a regular persons point of view, as well as a slave. She had a good talent of understanding how people will react to things, from the point of view of a slave. You have a good talent of obedience, and of extremely loyal service. You are going, where we need you to go, and doing what we need you to do." Ann explained.

Diane lowered her head a bit in embarrassment. "Mistress." She hesitated. "Thank you Mistress." 

Ann nodded. "OK, I have a laptop here, and these are the programs we're liable to be using." Ann showed her the email, web browser, and a couple others. 

"No problem Mistress, I know all those programs." Diane confirmed. 

"Good. We have less than two weeks, and during that time, I'll need to round up some more clothing for you, something suitable for a slave accompanying me to California." Ann said as she considered. "Of course, I'll have to get some bindings to take with us. I wouldn't want you thinking you are on some sort of vacation." 

Diane smiled. "Yes Mistress." 

Ann smiled down at her. "Diane, are you supposed to attend anyone tonight?"

"No Mistress, only you." Diane said, knowing what was coming next. 

"Then you'll attend me." Ann said running her hand down through her hair, and caressing her cheek. "I've found you suitably skilled to entertain me." 

"Thank you Mistress." Diane said smiling up at Ann. 

Ann wasn't alone in feeling a little randy. While she'd been talking with Diane, Rebecca had walked across the hall to Andre's room, and entered it closing the door behind her. 

Thomas wandered down the hallway, and found Geneva watching TV in the dayroom. Deciding she would do, he signaled to follow him. She did so without any comment or question. Hitting the power button on the remote. Whatever Master wanted was fine with her.  

Thomas closed his door and looked at Geneva carefully. "Your nose, it's well?"

"Yes Master, a little tender is all." 

Thomas nodded. "When that's over, you'll return to Oral Arts training." He stepped a little closer and reached out caressing Geneva's breast. Geneva tried to lean into the caress. Thomas saw she longed for attention, and then decided she was a phase three student, it was time she learned how to make love, as a slave of course. 

He walked behind her, keeping his hand on her breast, gently rolling her nipple with it's gold ring between his fingers. He spoke into her ear gently as she began to breath more deeply. "Sometimes, a Master may wish to have a slave attend him in a more gentle manner. More like the traditional making love that couples do. The duty of the slave is obvious isn't it?" 

"Yes Master." Geneva breathed. "The slave must do whatever the Master wishes." 

Thomas breathed the next words into her ear. "We don't always want a rough and tumble fuck. Sometimes, we want to caress, touch, play, and tease." 

Licking her lips, her temperature already shooting up as Master Thomas snuggled closer to her from behind, his clothed body touching her nakedness, making her feel more vulnerable. Geneva managed to speak. "Yes Master." 

"Slave, you are to attend me, and I want to make love to night, slow, sensuous, and tender. I want to come, deeply within you, and I want you to enjoy yourself." Thomas breathed into her ear as he kissed her neck. 

Geneva hesitated. "Master, please tell me, am I to make love? I mean, am I to touch, caress too?" She was panting already. 

"Yes. No restrictions on Orgasms enjoy the experience, but always with an eye to pleasing your Master." Thomas said softly as he licked her ear. 

Geneva didn't wait to be told again, He moved one hand and gripped his arm, her other hand reaching back, finding Thomas's leg, and then his cock, already stiffening behind her, trapped by the trousers. She turned and found herself drawn into an embrace, and she kissed her Master, deeply, tongues flicking, playing, teasing. Geneva gripped his head tightly, and melted into the embrace. She allowed him to lead. To do with her as he pleased. She was to be an attentive lover tonight, that had been explained in sufficient detail, and yes by God, she would enjoy it. 

Geneva hadn't made love since she was in the Army, not counting the times with the other slaves. She found the experience, of sex, with more emotion, even more arousing than being fucked silly by Master Andre had been. Even though that experience had been so intense as to cause her to pass out from the constant climaxes. No, it wasn't more arousing, it was just different is all. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 25



Thomas gently guided her to the bed, laying her down on it, and joining her while continuing to kiss and caress her. He whispered into her ear again. "Slave, remember that your duty is to your Master, remember that always." 

"Yes Master." Geneva breathed as she reached for his shirt. She hoped he would be pleased, she intended to be attentive. 

As she kissed her way down his neck, licking and teasing his hairless chest, she took a moment and caressed his small dark nipples with her tongue. Her mind floated, trusting her body to do what it felt was right. In sex, she'd long ago learned that the thing to do was just let go, and enjoy yourself. Don't spend too much time thinking about it, just enjoy the moment. 

Thomas felt her open his trousers, and free his cock from it's confinement. She stroked it lovingly. He sensed her hesitation. "Slave, I know your nose hurts, don't do anything that will cause you pain." 

Geneva smiled and nodded. Then she sucked his cock gently, caressing it with her tongue, but not going all the way down. Afraid of bumping her nose on his body, she kept towards the top half. She stroked him with her hand, something that was frowned upon after phase one, and found him fully erect in a few minutes. 

Thomas decided to test her ability to accept Master's attentions. He rolled her off of him, and then started to kiss his way down her body. Taking great patience with, and great pleasure in, playing with her breasts. His hands roamed her body, finding her legs parting easily, opening herself to him naturally. He found her wet, willing. 

Geneva felt her eyes nearly jump out of her head as Thomas kissed past her breasts, and then passed her navel. In a million years of thinking of serving Master she never would have thought to herself that Master might want to taste her. She was to get ready for him, to help him get ready, not the other way. As he settled between her legs, he began to use his own training, and Geneva couldn't help but let a low moan as his tongue flicked across her labia. As he continued to lick and suckle her sex, she had no idea what to do with her hands, but what nature demanded, was now becoming urgent. She felt the arousal increase, growing in intensity, and she felt him flick across her clit. 

Thomas felt her hand in his hair, and smiled. She was really enjoying this. His tongue plunged into her tunnel and lapped up her juices. If there was a taste on earth he loved more than this, he didn't know it. Thomas had a fantasy, one he was afraid of even considering, but here, it was almost possible. In the movie Deep Throat, the original, they had put soda in a woman's' cunt, and then sipped it out by straw. Thomas wanted to do that, but was afraid of admitting it to himself, and others. Perhaps one day, he would decide it was safe to try and he'd see if it tasted as good as he suspected it would. 

Geneva rode her climax out and realized she was holding Master Thomas's head, which had to be wrong. She quickly let go and looked down apologetically. "Master, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Thomas asked as he kissed her thigh. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You attended my desires, by allowing me to attend to something I enjoy." 

Geneva was a bit off balance, and as he kissed and licked his way back up her body, decided that from now on, she'd focus on his pleasure. Not her own. He settled with his cock near her entrance and he smiled and kissed her. As she kissed him back, she tried not to melt into the kiss. He was a good kisser, and the taste was erotic as hell. 

His cock bounced near her pussy. She realized he was playing, poking her gently with it, playing with her. He was having fun? Not at her expense, certainly not. No, he was having fun with her. 

Thomas saw the light come on in her eyes, the light that said she got it. She smiled up at him and she raised her eyebrows, as if asking what he thought he was doing. He adjusted himself, controlling his cock so it slid up and down her slit. She reached down herself, finding him, and lining him up with her entrance. He eased forward, gently, her wet lips easily opening, parting for him. She tilted her head back, and moaned lightly as he slid into her. He kissed her lips, which were parted slightly in passion as she panted hot breaths. 

She raised one leg, wrapping it around him, keeping the other out of the way. She wasn't thinking. She was feeling, and that seemed to be what Master Thomas wanted, and she certainly wasn't going to complain. 

Thomas slowly trusted into Geneva, and continued stroking his cock along her rings, knowing that his shaft was really stimulating them. Geneva moaned deep in her throat, and then her hands which were on his waist tightened. Her leg wrapped around him pulled him deeper into herself. She cried out softly as her climax kicked out and Thomas lowered his head, taking one of her nipple rings between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. Geneva's hands instinctively moved to his head, holding him there, her pleasure obvious.

After her third climax, Geneva rolled over, as directed, and mounted Master Thomas. She hadn't heard a command, hadn't needed to. She was following his lead, just doing what he seemed to want her to. It was just sex, and she'd done it before, perhaps not a million times, but often enough that it was a comfortable experience. She slowly slid up and down his shaft, and he took her hands in his. She interlaced her fingers with him, and rocked gently, riding his cock, feeling full, and feeling very good about it all. She swayed to a rhythm that was pure instinct. Thomas eased her back, raising his legs slightly, so she could rest on his thighs. She now had his cock pressing hard on her G Spot, and she ground down with the feeling of pleasure so incredible, so complete, that she was in true paradise. 

Thomas lowered his hand, his thumb strumming her clit, making her ring dance. Geneva moaned and then cried out as she came again. She couldn't stay up, her body reacted, to protect the clit which was far too sensitive now. She lay across him, her breasts pushing heavily on his chest. She raised her head, his hard cock inside. She smiled at him. She lowered her head and kissed his neck, licking along the edge of the ear, still needing no words, no instructions. Understanding that she was bringing him pleasure, while she enjoyed the pleasure too. 

Thomas urged her to move faster, and she responded immediately. His cock was rock hard now, his balls tight. He wanted to come, and he wanted to shoot deep inside her. Geneva was bucking in his lap, riding him harder, faster, without any urging. She sensed he was close, and wanted him too. She felt him start to pulse and she ground down, joining him, her rings sending her over the edge again. Hers was smaller than the earlier ones, but nice just the same. Every orgasm can't be a mind blowing experience that caused her to black out. She felt him start to shrink within her and she decided to keep the scenario going. She kissed along his neck as he fell free of her cunt. She licked down his chest, and then, did her duty as a slave, and cleaned him. 

Thomas enjoyed it. He was smiling widely. He reached down and absentmindedly stroked her head, and felt her hum slightly, deep in her throat. The vibrations made him shudder in pleasure, and after a few minutes, he felt himself start to stir. His cock was again erect in a few minutes, and he rolled her over onto her back again. He entered her again, and started to fuck a little faster, a little more urgently. 

Geneva read the situation, and reached down, gripping his hips, urging him on. She understood he wanted this one faster, harder. Not brutally fast and hard. But more energy. She complied, and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her, giving him what he wanted, her pussy. 

He changed pace several times, shifting left, and right. Pushing her in places that she rarely felt pressure in. He wiggled his hips, and helped her reach three more climaxes. Then he picked up the pace again. He was soon pounding, and Geneva knew this was to be the grand finale. She gripped his shoulders, pulling him into herself, urging him on. She couldn't think of her own pleasure, which was significant, she could only focus on him. His needs, his desires. He needed her to be here, to take this, and she would take it. Even when he made love, with tenderness, he was in control, he was the master. 

Thomas arched his back, his cock pulsing inside him. Geneva felt it, felt him shooting his load deep in her, washing her womb in his seed. Her pussy tingled, a final climax for herself chasing the rings as she dug her fingers into him, demonstrating that she wanted him all in her, all of him. 

Thomas lowered himself to her lips, and kissed them gently. They kissed for a few minutes, and then he rolled off of her. She moved to clean him and his hand gently stopped her. She lay back, understanding that he didn't want that right now. She was only slightly disappointed, she liked to dot hat, it was a slaves duty after all. Thomas reached over and turned out the lamp and then tucked the sheets around them. 

"Slave, stay here with me. I know you won't wake me, so just get some sleep." 

"Yes Master." Geneva breathed softly. 

As she lay next to Master Thomas, his semen filling her belly, she considered the night. She understood that she'd been taught, and even trained to attend to Master, but she also knew that it was something more than that. What she had been thinking was sex with emotion was better before they had made love. Now, she understood more. It wasn't that it was better, it was just different. If Geneva had a wish as a slave, it was that Chef would give them ice cream now and then. Not too often, say, once a week if they were good that week. Geneva loved ice cream. Ice cream cones, sundae, milkshakes, it didn't matter. 

A rough and tumble, hard and even brutal fucking was good. It was great. It was an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top covered with tons of creamy fudge. You couldn't live on it all the time though. Eventually, you'd like something different. Something lighter. A simple ice cream cone, with a hand full of colorful sprinkles, not the boring chocolate ones. How could you choose one over the other? You couldn't. No way would she choose only to have a sundae, not when there were so many other ways of having ice cream. She wouldn't long for a night of tender caresses, of making love to a Master, any more than she would long for nothing but rough and tumble sex that left her battered and bruised in the morning, her pussy feeling like it had been punished. Geneva liked that too, liked it a lot. Liked the feeling she had the next day, of her pussy being tender, even of being sore as she walked and did daily activity. She also liked this she decided. Being submissive in bed, taking his directions with subtle hand gestures, a gentle urging to shift position. 

Geneva remembered the climax, the last one. Her legs wrapped around him, his body straining inside her. The feeling of contentment that followed. His pulsing cock inside her, as he drove himself forward with each pulse, pushing with his toes. As if nature was demanding that he deliver his seed as close to her womb as possible. 

Geneva glanced at Master Thomas, and watched him breathing slowly as he slept. She could make him out through the light that came in the window. She didn't see him as a lover, he was a Master, and he'd given her a load of love a little while ago. She grinned in the dark as she once again relived the amazing sex she'd just had. She loved Master Thomas, not just because of the sex. But because he was a Master, one of the trainers here. Geneva finally closed her eyes, and fell asleep. She dreamed of ice cream, and of sex. 

At six thirty Ann's small personal coffee pot began it's brew cycle, and she opened her eyes to the first gurgle of the water being heated and brewed. Shifting she felt the comfortable warmth of a body next to her, and she moved a hand to pat Diane on the shoulder. "Slave, it's morning, and you have chores. I can't have you sitting around all day waiting to serve me coffee."

"Yes Mistress." Diane said smiling. She shuffled herself out of bed and stretched. Then she was up and moving, dashing into the hallway and down to the toilet. She used the bathroom and then waved at Jeannette as she headed for Master Devon's room. 

Jeannette entered Master Devon's room, got the morning assignments, and then came back to get the house slaves moving. Diane was already waking up Crystal and in the hallway said. "Geneva's not in her room."

Jeannette shrugged. "OK, Crystal, shower up here. Diane, you and I to the training wing. Crystal if you see Geneva, tell her she's got the Kitchen today." 

"Sure Jeannette." Crystal said turning towards the bathroom. 

Geneva woke to Master Thomas's own alarm. He stretched and held out his hand stopping her from moving. "This morning slave, I want you to wash me." 

Geneva blinked in surprise. "Yes Master." 

Thomas walked her through it, telling her step by step how to wash him in the shower. Then as he stepped out he turned to her. "You have two minutes to see to yourself. Don't waste time." 

"Yes Master." Geneva replied. She quickly washed and then was drying herself off with his towel. She had a big grin on her face as she stepped out finding him already dressed, and putting his shoes on. 

"Good Geneva, excellent. Breakfast is in ten minutes, finish your morning things in the slave bathroom, and then get to work. We don't have all day you know." 

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Geneva said and hustled from the room. In the bathroom, she found Crystal. 

"Hey, where were you?"

"Master Thomas, he had me wash him." Geneva said as she brushed her teeth and hair. 

"Cool." Crystal said. "Jeannette said you're in the kitchen."

Geneva nodded and spit the toothpaste into the sink. "Right." 

"Come on, we're late." 

At Breakfast the slaves dug in and Josh was already in the kitchen. He had the bowls out for the slaves, and took one himself. Jeannette passed out assignments. "Crystal, first to Anal, and then to oral arts. Diane, you're in cunt training today with Master Andre, Donna, you're in Ballet with Mistress Rebecca. Yvette, You're in Ballet with Mistress Ann." 

Geneva looked around. "Anyone need sick call?" She got the assorted Negative responses she almost expected. 

Everyone acknowledged the assignments and the group broke up and scattered in a flash. 

Jeannette waited for a minute. "Josh, were you up in the kitchen this morning? Helping Chef to prep breakfast?" 

"Yeah." Josh admitted. "I'm not doing much during the day, so when the pill wears off, after about six hours, I've been waking up. I just wondered into the kitchen, and kind of helped out for a while." 

Jeannette nodded. "OK, you know you don't have to work, you're here to heal right?"

Josh nodded. "I know, but I was up and figured he could use the help." 

Jeannette nodded. "I understand, I just wanted to make sure you did too." 

Josh smiled. "I do. Really." 

Jeannette headed to admin and started the coffee, and found Master Devon in his office. "Good Morning Master." 

"Morning Jeannette." Devon said as his computer finished starting up. 

"Master, I hung out in the kitchen, Josh was in there when we arrived. I wanted to make sure he understood we don't expect him to work." Jeannette said in apology.

Devon shook his head. "No problem." Devon smiled up at her. "I think I'm able to turn a computer on all by myself." 

Jeannette smiled back. "Yes Master, more than capable. I just like doing it for you is all." 

Devon nodded and leaned back. "Thomas said he took Geneva last night, for a full test of her ability to make love as a submissive lover. Said she did well." 

"She said she was in with him, not the details." Jeannette admitted. "She wasn't in her room, for that she said he had her wash him."

Devon nodded. "Is she staying quiet because she wants to keep Masters secret? Or is she staying quiet because she is uncomfortable." 

"Masters Secret." Jeannette said after a few seconds of consideration. "She's not sure if that's all right, and she doesn't want to flaunt that Master took her almost as an equal."

Devon took in a deep breath obviously considering. "Right. OK, be available if she feels like she needs to talk about it." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said bowing her head. "The Coffee should be done now Master, I'll get you a cup." 

Devon nodded and turned to the computer, starting his days work.

Ann finished teaching her class and after sending Donna to a cleaning detail headed to her room and got her laptop, then went to Admin. She typed a quick report, which highlighted her teaching of Ballet level two, and then opened the laptop. She began working on her recommended demonstrations. 

Devon had forwarded to her several articles on the Adult Film industry, including interviews with some participants. Ann glanced at them and decided the boss had been busy too. 

Devon opened the lunch discussions. "OK, Donna and Yvette are headed home tomorrow afternoon. We have a couple days before Suzanne returns, and we've told the other clients that delays will exist before they can be trained. After Suzanne, we'll start converting for the actors." 

Thomas nodded and asked the next question. "Are we going to train up the girls?"

Devon nodded. "A bit, I'd like to get Crystal past phase two, but that's not going to be easy."

Rebecca seemed to be thinking about the training. "Devon, Crystal still has more Ballet to master, and hasn't completed sleep training yet."

"I know, she's also not fully trained on Massage, and has barely started on Anal." Devon admitted. "She's being bumped up in priority. We're going to push her hard for the next couple weeks, while we slow Diane and Geneva." 

Ann shifted. "Diane's pretty close isn't she?"

Devon nodded. "I don't think we can get her through, especially with her spending a week in California, before the Actors show up, so we're going to put the brakes on both of them. After the actors leave, we'll finish her up and then Geneva." 

Thomas cleared his throat. "Devon, I was thinking. We need something to show they've become fully qualified. Some symbol they can wear." 

"A different color collar?" Devon asked.

"No, I like blue for the house staff. Shades of blue wouldn't work." Thomas said. "Why not a tag?" 

Devon frowned. "I don't understand. What do you mean a tag?"

"Well, a tag, on the collars, that says the name and title. Slave Diane, Slave Geneva, Slave Jeannette. Showing they are fully qualified slaves." Thomas explained.

Devon leaned back. "Showing they're fully trained, and at the same time, showing they're Master's." 

Ann had frowned concentrating. "I think they'd like that." 

"So do I." Rebecca agreed. 

Devon shrugged. "Hell, I like it." He dipped his head in acknowledgement of Thomas's suggestion. "I'll look into it this afternoon. I'll see if I can find something, in Gold, or perhaps silver." 

Thomas shrugged. "It was a thought is all." He downplayed the suggestion and moved to the next topic. "The focus shifts to Crystal in primary training?"

"I'll talk to Jeannette, but yeah. Let's get her to phase three, that means we need to start working with her more one on one gang." Devon confirmed.

"Devon, I have to ask something. Has anyone else thought that Crystal has a secret?" Rebecca asked. 

Ann frowned and then nodded. "Yeah. I have. There's something inside her, I haven't figured it out yet. I've been thinking about it." 

Devon looked at Rebecca. "You know what it is?" 

Rebecca nodded. "Yeah. We know her story, her Mother, the manipulation. However, we haven't considered the effect. What would it do to her to be committed to an insane asylum, call it whatever you want, for months while Doctors are telling you not to do what you want to?" 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 25



Devon's eyes glazed over as he considered. Andre spoke first. "Jesus." 

"Ann, how did it feel when you left your house, the scene with your parents?" Rebecca asked looking at Ann.

Ann stiffened. She hesitated, and it was obvious she didn't want to answer. Rebecca moved along back to Devon without waiting for an answer. "I figured it out the other day, and I've been thinking about it since. That's where her image of slavery comes from, and that's why she's fighting our changing it." 

Devon nodded slowly. "Yeah. She clung to it so strongly while people told her not to do it, she's reluctant to let it go, even when Master tells her to." 

Thomas shook his head. "That poor girl, how many doctors, priests and councilors told her this was all wrong?" 

"Probably dozens." Rebecca said. "Devon, we need to break through, to get her to admit the truth to herself, sort of like Cathy, but differently." 

Devon frowned. "Let's hear your plan. That's why you brought it up, you have one." 

Rebecca outlined her plan, and Ann agreed to help if Devon would approve it.

Devon leaned back considering. He glanced at the clock and then nodded. "Do it. Be careful but do it. God help us all if it fails." 

Rebecca issued some requests to Andre, and he smiled as he agreed. 

Lunch broke up and the trainers scattered to their assignments. Crystal was in class with Andre, leaning how to get aroused. Not a real challenge, the syban seat cushion was doing that already.

"Slave, arousal training as you know is to see you get ready. I see you are ready now aren't you little slut?" Andre asked as she got on the table and spread her legs. 

"Master, I'm sorry, the seat at lunch. It's frustrating." Crystal said with a hint of humiliation in her voice.

"Look at that hungry little cunt." Andre said sadly shaking his head. He ran his hand over it and slipped a finger between the folds of her labia, teasing the entrance.

Crystal involuntarily rolled her pelvis upwards, trying to chase the finger. She was breathing harder as Andre teased and flicked her cunt. "Master please."

"Please what?" Andre asked. 

Crystal groaned as Andre removed his hand. "Master, please let me come. I've gone days Master."

"Mistress Rebecca has put you on restriction. You don't expect me to countermand her orders do you?" Andre asked.

Crystal realized the futility of that idea. "No Master, I'm sorry." Crystal said trying to put a clamp on her sex drive. 

Andre rubbed his hand across her belly. He leaned closer. "If I thought you could handle it, I'd consider playing with you some more, Instead, I think I will call this class a waste, and instead send you to massage where you might learn something." 

"Yes Master." Crystal said, her rising frustration almost more than she could stand. This sucked. It was the pits, the absolute pits. 

Moving to Massage, Andre spent the class explaining how to properly massage an arm. Crystal tried to focus, and got an acceptable at the end of class. 

As the class was about done, Mistress Rebecca stepped into it. She watched Crystal for a moment and then as Master Andre finished and was about to dismiss the slave Rebecca spoke. "Forgive me Master Andre, but could I borrow Crystal for a moment, if you're done with her of course." 

"Certainly Mistress Rebecca, we're finished here anyway." Andre said and left the room.

Rebecca walked to the standing girl. "Slave, how are you doing?" 

Crystal bit her lip and lowered her head. "Mistress, I'm OK." 

Rebecca smiled, "I'm sure you are. However, I also assumed you would be frustrated as hell by now. I figured that seat cushion would have you so horny it would be distracting you. I assumed that you would be desperate to have an orgasm." She shrugged and seemed to sigh. "Oh well, no telling of course."

"Mistress." Crystal began. Her face reflecting her need, her desire, her humiliation, and the conflict running through her. 

Mistress Rebecca stepped even closer, absently reaching out and playing with the pert nipple. It immediately became erect under her fingers. "Let me guess, Arousal training was canceled, because you were already hot when you arrived right?"

"Yes Mistress." Crystal breathed, her entire being in her nipple, reacting to the touch.

Rebecca slid her hand down, placing it between Crystals legs, finding her swollen, hot and wet. "Oh you are horny. Your burning up aren't you?" 

"Please Mistress." Crystal moaned. "I need to so bad. Please let me come." 

Rebecca seemed to consider this. "Perhaps I will." Rebecca said stroking the labia as she spoke. "Perhaps I will let you come." She seemed to decide. "Yes, I think I will." 

Crystal breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Mistress."

"You may come at dinner, when you put on a show for us. I'm going to have you masturbate before all the Masters, on the end of the table, for our entertainment." 

Crystal groaned. Her most private of actions, her sex open to inspection from the Masters. She would be there for the amusement of the Masters. Her desire, her need, and even her pleasure would be strictly based upon how amusing it was to the Masters. Crystal looked deeply into the eyes of Mistress Rebecca. The stories she'd read, talked about how the Master's would divine your most secret desire, and would make it real. In Mistress Rebecca's eyes, she saw Master. They knew her. All of them. They knew her every fiber, her every secret was revealed to them.

Once upon a time, she had believed that this meant she would be a thing, fucked and then thrown to the floor, like an old shirt, forgotten until the next desire of the Master. Now, she knew. She knew that serving Master meant giving them your heart, your soul, every fiber of your soul belonged to them. They would dive deeply into Crystal, not her sex, not just her mind. Every single shadow of her being would be opened and inspected over time, and they would demand that she hold nothing back and give them her self. 

Crystal had thought that by being nude, she was offering everything, meaning her holes to be used by them. Now she realized the nudity was just symbolic. She had to give them her heart, her desires, and worse, admit her fears, and her torments. 

"Mistress, please, I can't keep going like this." Crystal admitted. Her ears had a rushing sound in them. She had never been so horny before in her life. 

"Oh, you want to have your cake now and later?" Mistress Rebecca asked surprised. 

"Mistress please. I'll put on a good show, I'll make you happy, entertain you. Please, let me come now." Crystal begged, aware that nothing but absolute honesty would suffice.

"On the table slave." Rebecca said nastily. 

Crystal moved and obeyed. She lay on the table, and quickly found her legs pushed up and out of the way. She moved her hand towards her sex and found her wrist slapped. 

"I didn't tell you to play with yourself slave." Rebecca chided. "Hands behind your head. In fact." She raised her wrist. "Mistress Ann, please get some bindings, and join me in massage."

"Certainly Mistress Rebecca. I'm in Admin right now, I'll be there in two minutes, perhaps three." Ann answered.

Rebecca leaned down. "I didn't want you to think that I'd call a guy to fuck your hungry hole. Oh no. I'm going to be the one playing with you." 

Crystal had her hands behind her head, and she shuddered in pure pleasure. Part of her mind remembered what Donna and Yvette had said. That sometimes their Master would torment them for days, constantly playing with their sex, driving their arousal higher, and higher, all for his amusement. They seemed cool with it, but Crystal wasn't cool now. She was open, and hot. 

Rebecca stroked her thigh, running her hand lightly up Crystal's body. Ann opened the door and entered. "Ann, perfect timing." 

"Sure Rebecca. I grabbed the basics, if we need something specific, I'll run and grab it." Ann answered her in a casual tone. 

"Oh no problem, I intend on tormenting this little slut, if she begs me properly, I may, may grant her an orgasm. I'm also going to have her putting on a show for us tonight." Rebecca summarized. 

Crystal was grinding her hips, trying to chase Mistress's hand. She was flushed, panting and she was obviously aroused. 

"Good, I always enjoy a nice bit of entertainment for dinner." Ann said as she started to connect the bindings to Crystal's wrists and ankles. Rebecca joined her and soon Crystal was spread open, splayed for the amusement of the Masters. 

Crystal groaned. "Mistress, please. Please let me come. I'll be good I swear it." 

Rebecca gave a wink to Ann, and then put a scowl on her face. "We have an hour, perhaps more before dinner. You don't think we're going to spend that time just watching you enjoy yourself. How about a game Mistress Ann?"

"What game Rebecca?" Ann asked. 

"Let's see who can get her closer to orgasm, without taking her over the edge. I'll bet you a dollar that I win." Rebecca said.

Ann grinned evilly. "I'll take that bet. I've had arousal with her, I know what makes her tick." Rebecca had told her that this would be the game, and it would teach Crystal that her every desire her very core had to be given to Master. Nothing could be held back, nothing could be reserved. All belonged to Master. 

Crystal moaned and pulled on the bindings. "Please Mistress, give me one, just one, I'll do anything." 

Rebecca put on hand on Crystal's now soaking wet cunt. "Oh slave, just keep begging, we'll know how close you are." 

Ann stood back and waved a hand. "Lead us off Becca, but I will win." 

Rebecca gently inserted one finger in Crystal. She started to ease in and out and began speaking. "Oh I know her too. I know what a little slut she is. I know what she dreams of. She wants cocks, a lot of really big cocks. She wants them in her cunt, her ass, and her mouth. She wants so many cocks lined up that someone would have to double park on her ass for an hour to wait their turn." 

Crystal could picture that. It was her fantasy. To be a centerpiece of a gangbang. Somewhere, she had read the record for a gang bang was seventy guys. Of course, they had only fucked for a minute or two each, but still. Seventy guys fucking one girl. The finger in her pussy was too small to satisfy, but too big to ignore. She wanted a dozen guys, all hung like horses, to tear her apart. 

Rebecca used her wet finger to slide along the slit, and then rub the clit gently. 

Crystal moaned in passion, and tried to rub her clit on Mistress's finger, chasing it as she moved away. Dancing along the pussy to other parts that felt so good, but weren't enough. "Please, please make me come Mistress, please. Please. Oh Mistress, please make me come." Crystal was practically chanting by now. 

Ann walked up and said. "Oh sure, that's a part of her fantasy. We talked her and I, and you know what she really wants to do?'

"Besides be a cum receptacle?" Rebecca asked ignoring Crystal's pleas. 

Ann shook her head and lowered it towards Crystal's ear. "She wouldn't even admit it to me. I figured it out though, I saw the reaction I got last week." Ann rubbed her hands over Crystal's breast, tweaking the nipple, which made Crystal even hornier, or more aroused, or something. Crystal was in hell, one more stroke to her clit was enough. She knew it, and worse, Mistress Rebecca knew it. 

"What little secret is she hiding from us Ann?" Rebecca asked as she lazily drew her fingers along the edges of Crystal's cunt. Rubbing the mons, staying away from the clit. 

Ann leaned even closer. She whispered in Crystal's ear. So low, Rebecca couldn't hear it. "You want to be chained under a desk, and have men to suck, and women to lick don't you?" 

Crystal had a tear in her eye. She nodded her head. The ultimate slave scenario in her mind. Unworthy to be seen. Not even knowing who was before her, just things for her mouth to work on. "Please." Crystal begged again. "Please." 

Ann smiled at Rebecca. "Have her tell you." 

"Crystal, are you hiding something from me?" Rebecca asked.

"Mistress, please." Crystal begged again. 

"Not until you tell me what secrets you keep slave." Rebecca said as she slid only a fingertip into Crystal's hungry hole. 

"Oh." Crystal moaned. "Mistress. Please." She begged again.

Ann leaned forward and gently started to draw circles on Crystal's breasts with a fingertip again. 

Rebecca sighed. "I can't believe she's still hiding things from us. After all this time." 

"Mistress. I want to be chained up under a desk. So I serve whoever sits at the desk. Men. Women. I don't see them, only what I'm supposed to suck." Crystal admitted in a loud voice. "Please let me come Mistress, I'll never hold anything back again." She cried out in frustrated agony. "Please Mistress. Please." She started sobbing. 

Rebecca started to frig her clit, pushing her over the edge. Crystal bucked and cried out in joy as her orgasm finally arrived. Ann pinched her nipple, hard, but not savagely. Crystal climaxed and then again as Rebecca kept working the cunt with experience that Crystal didn't even imagine yet. 

Finally, she stopped crying her passion out and she sobbed. "I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't tell you all. I'm so sorry." 

Rebecca gently rubbed the mons, helping to bring the girl down. Ann had shifted, rubbing under her breasts, helping to settle her after the climax. "I know slave, you thought that giving us everything meant your holes. There's more to you that that, you've only just started to learn haven't you?" 

"Yes." Crystal sobbed. She looked at Mistress Rebecca and said. "Yes I am Mistress. I know now. Everything. I'm giving you everything." 

Ann caressed her head. "Yes slave. Everything. We want it, and won't accept less." 

"I'm so sorry Mistress. I'm a whore." Crystal moaned. "A dirty whore." 

"That's what your Mother would say." Rebecca said gently rubbing the girls thigh and then her waist. "We don't say that. We say you're a slave, and you belong to us." 

"Your Mother tried to convince you of those things." Ann said gently. "They aren't true. A slave is not a whore." Ann leaned down and again spoke softly to Crystal's ear. "A slave serves Master, with pride, with honor."

Rebecca spoke on the other side. "Stop fighting us, we're going to make you a great slave Crystal." 

Crystal wept and nodded. "I'm sorry Mistress." 

The bindings were released and Crystal still confused found herself embracing both Mistress Ann and Mistress Rebecca as she wept. For almost five years, she was told how wrong she was for wanting this. For five years, she was belittled, berated, and even admitted to a psychiatric hospital for wanting this. She had fought back, knowing this was right, for her anyway. But damage had been done to her self-image. So much damage to her sense of self, that she had reduce slavery to the sexual, able to focus on only the physical. 

For so long, she had kept her self inside, that now, she was having trouble opening up, afraid to share the truth with anyone, she'd been burned too often by her Mother. 

Crystal finally stopped crying, and then she broke the embrace and wiped her eyes that were now red from crying and the purging of her soul. She looked up and said. "Thank you Mistress." 

Rebecca nodded. "Now little one, you're ready to be a true slave. It's not what's between your legs that makes you a slave. It's here. In your heart." Rebecca placed a hand above her breast, about where Crystal's heart was. 

Crystal nodded. "I understand Mistress. I get it now." 

Rebecca smiled. "Yes, you do." 

Ann caressed her head. "We'll cancel tonight's show. You have some thinking to do instead. After dinner, you're relieved of all chores. The remainder of punishment is canceled as well. No more syban." 

"Mistress, I'll perform." Crystal started to say.

Ann shook her head. "No, I want you to find yourself, and then, find us." 

Crystal didn't understand what that meant, but agreed. "Yes Mistress." 

After Crystal was sent to clean herself up, Ann picked up the bindings. "Will it work Becca, will she choose us?" 

"Yes." Rebecca said as she started to wipe the table down, removing the residue of Crystal's arousal with sterilizing wipes. She turned to the door and said. "Yeah. She's able to bridge the gap now. From who she thought she was, to who she really is." 

"How could her Mother do that to her?" Ann asked, not for the first time.

"She thought she was doing the right thing. That's the terrible truth about abusive parents. They think they're doing the right thing most of the time." Rebecca said sadly.

Crystal sat in the slave dining hall, looking at her syban seat.

Geneva entered and sat next to the girl. "You OK?" 

Crystal nodded as tears ran from her eyes and streaked her cheeks. "Yeah." 

"What happened?" 

"I've been lying to the Masters, and myself." Crystal admitted. 

Geneva put an arm around her and gave her a hug. "You'll be OK Crystal." 

"How do they do it? How do they look at us and see our deepest secrets and know the truth?" Crystal asked the question burning in her. 

"They see things in us, things we don't see in ourselves. They see people in us, people who are better than we are, and they want those people." Geneva said with a small amount of reverence in her voice. "I thought the Army had written every book on knowing and caring for Soldiers. I now know, that was amateur night compared to these trainers." 

Crystal wiped her eyes again. "My mom convinced me I was nothing but a dirty whore if I did this." 

Geneva winced and said. "Nice."

Crystal nodded. "I'm not. I'm a slave. My body is nothing. It's my heart, my mind that makes me what I am. My body, it's nothing. I've thought of it as everything. It's nothing. It's not what Master wants, it's what I think that he wants." 

Geneva agreed. "I figured that out too. I think we all do. We say we're giving the Master everything." 

"It's a symbol is all." Crystal finished the sentence. "Our nudity, is symbolic. We can't hide anything, but I tried. I tried to hide things from them." 

"What about now?" Geneva asked. 

Crystal shook her head. "Now, I'm a slave. At least I think so." She swallowed hard. "Geneva, what if I was doing this just because I was told not to?" 

Geneva didn't know the answer to that one. "The answer will come in time. Sleep on it. Give it a day, or two. You'll figure out what you want to do with yourself, and your life. Be patient and give yourself time is all." 

Crystal nodded. She didn't answer otherwise. She was scared. What if she had been nothing more than a younger version of her mother's hard headed self? What if this was a phase, one she was determined to make real, only because her Mother was just as determined to make pass? 

Devon listened to the report and nodded. "Good work you two. Nice catch Rebecca. Putting together the pieces, it wasn't easy." 

Rebecca shrugged. "I had a overbearing Mother too. I know what she had endured. As I got to know her, I felt she was hiding something. I realized what it was not too long ago. It just wasn't possible she could have been stuck in a nuthouse for months and it not affected her." 

Devon agreed. "Nice plan too. Take her to the edge, and keep her there until she admits one secret truth. Then the rest will run out the door right behind it. OK, light training tomorrow, give her a day to get accustomed to this, and we watch her, carefully." 

Ann shifted. "Devon, if I may?"

Devon raised an eyebrow. "Yes Ann? Another suggestion?"

"Bed her tonight. One of the guys." Ann said. 

Devon considered. "I think I understand what you're saying, but perhaps you should elaborate so I know we're talking on the same wavelength." 

Ann took in a breath, and focused on him. "She's feeling vulnerable, alone. Possibly for the first time, she's defenseless before God, and Master. Her inner self is there, right there in the light of day. We think she's a slave at heart, so does she. Bed her, give her some pleasure, some passion, and then let her sleep." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 26



Part 26: Hollywood

Devon opened the morning meeting and focused the trainers. "OK, we have Suzanne coming in a couple days, and we have Donna and Yvette going home today. First focus, sending them home with their owner. Secondly, and this is about to become our first focus, getting Crystal into phase three." 

"Devon, she's got some more Ballet to master. She's still iffy on her movements and positions." Rebecca objected.

"She hasn't gotten the three sensor probe yet." Andre pointed out. 

"I know, and Station Eight has yet to be gotten." Devon said. "I know. However, I would like to see all our slaves in phase three before the actors show up. I would like to graduate Geneva and Diane graduated, but that isn't going to happen before the actors show up, there just isn't enough time. I think we can push Crystal hard, and get her to phase three before they arrive." 

Rebecca nodded. "Yeah. We can't get Diane to pass it all, not with her going in a few days, and Ann is going to need her." She thought for a while. "OK, we push Crystal." 

"We push her rings back, until she's phase three too." Devon said. "We'll give them to her just before the actors show up, which will give her a week or more of normal details, and no training anyway. Might as well use that time to heal." 

Thomas shifted. "Devon, is she all right? I mean, she's had a rough time yesterday." 

Devon nodded. "I think she is. We talked some last night." 

Andre laughed. "I was in the hallway for some of the discussion, she was sure talking." 

Everyone chuckled, including Devon who continued the thread. "Yeah, anyway. She's a slave at heart, and she knows it now. She also knows that her vision of slavery, her old vision, was something she cooked up to keep Mother out of her soul." 

The group broke up and headed to work. Rebecca had the task of whipping Crystal into shape for her ballet portion of the training. Thomas went to supervise the preparations of Yvette and Donna, and Andre was going to come up with a plan, including the time estimates, for placing all the furniture the Guest's would expect. 

Ann began to prepare herself, and Diane. They read articles and biographical information on some of the actors. Diane searched the Nexus database to find everything they could on the Adult Film Industry. 

The final days before the trip were hectic, and Ann spent time getting all the details in order. She procured a wardrobe for Diane, and got her own things organized. She spent time getting Diane used to being around her, and following her silent instructions. Diane proved to be a huge help. She could collate information in minutes, and provide the material in a logical manner quickly. She demonstrated her abilities with the basic computer programs, and even got the feel of Ann's iPhone. 

Flying to Los Angeles Ann sat in the Business Class seat, while her slave rode in coach. She chuckled at this knowing how cramped and uncomfortable Diane would be, and how this was somehow perfect for the life they'd chosen. Ann went over her notes again, and again. Committing them to memory, and testing herself by thinking of the next point to consider while she was focused on a different one. 

Once in California, they checked into the Marriot and Ann checked out their suite. They had a central room, and off of it, a fair sized bedroom. Ann found two queen sized beds in the bedroom and let Diane get started unpacking their clothing and storing everything while she sat and started to notify the players that they were in town. 

Monday afternoon, she was meeting at the Production office with the Director and the Producer as well as the Pleasure Products people she'd already met. After listening to the outline of the movie, Ann started to co-ordinate the actions she would be taking to help prepare the actors for the movie. Diane waited and assisted Mistress Ann as required. 

"We believe the trick is going to be letting the actors see a true Dominant, and true full time slave in person. The interaction between Diane and I will speak volumes." Ann concluded. 

 Adam nodded. "I'll be honest, the first time I saw it, it threw me off my game." 

Ann nodded. "It's a little outside what you're used to." She turned to the Director. "Tony, please understand what I'm about to say."

"OK." He replied warily.

"Meet the actors if you want, but not while they're meeting me." She turned to Frank. "You either." She continued. "The trick to getting them in the right frame of mind is going to be establishing a true situation where they should either be dominant, or they should be subservient. My plan, generally speaking, is going to be to let them talk to Michael, and Adam, while I'm in the room. Some of it will be played by ear." She turned to Adam. "When you sense a huge objection coming, invite me to demonstrate the type of behavior we're talking about. Otherwise, follow my lead, and we'll get them for training and give your film a sense of realism that hasn't existed in any of the movies I've seen." 

Tony looked at Diane for a moment and nodded. "Yeah. I see your point. If a bunch of people who are in charge of things are in the room, it's a committee meeting, not an interview of sorts." 

Ann nodded. "It's more time consuming this way, but we believe it will be more advantageous in the long run." 

"OK, I know most of the proposed actors, I've worked with most of them." Tony considered for another moment. "I'll agree for now, however I'll reserve the right to reject any actors who I think are unsuitable." 

Ann smiled in a friendly manner. "Of course. You are the Director, and I'm just the trainer. I'm here offering my best advice and our support to make this project a success." 

Frank nodded. "I know all the actors on the list, and I've got no problem either. I've got a set designer started in rough drafts, I'll need to see the real Academy for some ideas, but that's no problem." 

Ann sat down and looked to Christina. "Any objections Ma'am?" 

Christina shook her head. "None so far. I think you'll have a hard time teaching these actors, but I suppose any improvement you get is worth the effort." 

Ann nodded. "We'll get improvement. We always get improvement." 

Diane stifled a giggle. It was hard to remain motionless and expressionless sometimes. 

Sensing Diane's desire to move a bit, she'd been kneeling motionless for some time now, Ann said. "Diane, get me some coffee, and take care of anything you need to." 

"Yes Mistress." Diane replied and stood to get the coffee. 

"Adam, a great deal of this depends on your sense of timing. You have to jump in at just the right moment, for the dramatic effect." Ann emphasized. 

"Yeah, no problem." Adam said as he glanced at Diane who was pouring coffee into a cup. 

Ann sat back, signaling she was done with her part of the discussion. Christina read it correctly, and said. "Does anyone have any other questions or concerns?"

Michael shrugged. "I have one question." He turned to Ann. "You use physical discipline to train your slaves. How do you intend to discipline the actors, they will not tolerate being struck like the house slaves you're used to." 

Ann nodded. "We're looking at coercion, threats, and intimidation for the most part. Perhaps a bit of peer pressure, but no physical corrections. The absolute most we'll touch the actors for corrections will be a light and I stress light, tap with the cane in Ballet to correct one body part." 

Adam chuckled. He looked at Michael. "You should have expected that." 

Michael nodded and Ann continued. "We assume that our first difficulty is going to be getting them there. Then a schedule, which is vital to the life of the slaves will be next. Finally much of the training is going to be difficult. We're going to have to have a couple of you who ware empowered to throw them out of the project there as a stick we can point to, and use only in the most extreme of circumstances." 

Tony agreed. "I can be there no problem. Frankly, I need to be there. To see how things look and get ideas for the shoot." 

Ann looked at Frank and he nodded. "I can do it. I'll be there as well." 

After more discussion, it was decided that Michael would come, and Adam would travel there as well, if the situation warranted it. After the meeting broke up, Ann waited and spoke briefly with Christine. Establishing a back channel to her in case things with Michael or Adam were unsatisfactory. The pre-interview checklist complete, and Ann was satisfied with the arrangements, Diane followed her to the rental car and then the Hotel. Ann arranged a room service dinner and then sat and started to tap notes into the laptop while Diane sat on the floor and waited. 

"Diane, you can sit in a chair you know." Ann said as she typed the results of the initial meeting in an email to Devon and Dominique. 

"Yes Mistress." Diane replied. "Jeannette said we don't sit on the furniture, because we're not worthy." 

Ann smiled at her. "You aren't, normally. However we do provide furniture for you to use, chairs in the office, and in your room. Consider this the dayroom for all intents and purposes." 

Diane nodded. "Yes Mistress." She remained on the floor. She did turn the TV on, keeping the volume low and found a show to watch. 

Ann finished the message and sent it off after scanning it to make sure it was complete. Stretching she stood up and rubbed her neck. "That three hour difference feels like a lot more." 

Diane was thinking the same thing. The clock said eight, but her body said bed was supposed to be several hours ago. "What time do we need to be up Mistress?"

"Seven." Ann said walking to the window to look out at the California night. "Make sure to set the alarm." 

"Yes Mistress." Diane said and stood to check it. Once that was taken care of she returned to kneel on the floor. "Any special instructions I should be worried about?"

"No." Ann said turning from the window and powering down the laptop. "I think we're on the same sheet of music. Remember to be flexible, and ready for any order. We're going to be playing it by ear." 

"Yes Mistress." Diane said nodding seriously.

Ann agreed and after a while longer, they went to bed. 

In the morning, Ann lounged in a comfortable chair in the large room used for casting calls' and meetings with the movie production people. She waited for the actors, and the first was due any moment now. She was slightly tense, but appeared casual and calm to the outside world. 

Diane knelt beside her, waiting for instructions, patient and calm in the plain cotton print dress that was her civilian version of the slave dress she normally wore, when she was to wear anything. 

Ann watched the first two men arrive. John Stone the supposed star of the movie, or leading man, was to play the part of an Academy Trainer, notionally Devon, and Ann summed him up in a moment. He was a shallow egotistical bastard who thought the world rose on his ass, and would never set. 

"John, great to see you, we've been talking about this since you agreed to consider it." Michael the VP of Pleasure Products public relations explained just short of gushing. 

"Michael, you know you can always count on me." John said smiling. "You know Derek, my lawyer." 

Ann sat and waited, not willing to jump up and pump his hand, unwilling to abase herself as some sort of groupie. John noticed this almost immediately and as he sat in a chair he glanced at Ann twice, obvious curious, about not only her, but the woman kneeling next to her.

Ann remained silent as the initial explanations of the purpose of the movie were handled. "We're looking at a film, about ninety minutes, that follows two threads. The Bondage School, or the Bondage Academy as we're calling it, and then a couple at home, who are using products from our line to train up the missus." Michael explained.

Derek glanced at Ann himself a couple times as the outline was explained. John spent about half the time glancing at Ann as Michael continued. "We're looking at using John here as the Master Trainer, with a couple scenes of testing the students ability in sex, and generally having him issue orders looking kind of all knowing, sort of imperious." 

John finally had enough of Ann remaining silent and sitting watching him. "And who's this? I didn't get introduced. She's the fluffer, or the fluffer keeper?" 

Ann knew the term. A fluffer was a girl or guy who got the so-called studs ready for their action shots. In other words, John Stone thought she was supposed to suck his cock and get him all nice and hard so he could play the stud on camera. Ann smiled in her most condescending manner, resolving to keep her temper in check. "No, I'm not a fluffer. I'm the person who's going to teach you to act like a Dominant, instead of an ass." Ann stood with easy grace and a sense of belonging that she almost really felt. She stepped forward. "I'm Mistress Ann, of the real Academy." 

John took her hand and looked warily at her. She wasn't even pretending to kiss his ass. Which was strange. She seemed awful confident, and whomever that girl was who was kneeling beside her, well she was cute, but what the hell was going on?

 "You said the real Academy?" Derek asked to appear involved. 

"Yes, you see, we licensed the products that will be used in the movie and sold by Pleasure Products. My job in all of this, is to help get your actor here to pretend to be a Dominant the right way, instead of what he's been doing so far." Ann said to Derek casually.

"What do you mean what I've been doing so far." 

"You were distracted by me, and what I was doing." Ann said glancing at him. "You came here to meet a Vice President, who is going to pay you for a job. Yet you were distracted by two women off to the side and looked at me twice before and six times since you sat down. Your Lawyer is still trying to figure out what Slave Diane is doing kneeling on the floor."

John looked at Ann more carefully, she was not acting like a movie person, she was acting like she was in charge, and she seemed to have Michael culled as he remained silent while she berated him. "I'm not used to having silent people in a meeting with me." John tried to explain.

"A Dominant wouldn't care who else was in the room. He would focus on the one or two who deserved his attention, not those who are irrelevant at this time." Ann said as she leaned back on the table casually resting her ass on the edge of the table. "Assuming your acting skills are at least sufficient, I think we can train you up, with only a little trouble getting you to stride and command the area around you." 

John almost sputtered in indignation, but what Ann did next took the wind out of his sails before he could get the indignant rage really going. She turned to Diane. "Diane, send a message to Master Devon that the leading man of this film will need some one on one training with him, and Mistress Rebecca of course. Emphasis on striding and on teaching him to command the scene." 

"Yes Mistress." Diane said and pulled the iPhone out of her pocket and began to tap on the screen. 

"Whoa, what's going on here." Derek said as he put a hand on John's arm to keep him from exploding.

Michael glanced at Ann and then began to explain. "John, we're going for a sense of realism here, that we've never done before. Part of the package is a weeks training, with this Academy, for all the leading actors. Mistress Ann is one of the trainers, and their talents are extraordinary." 

 Derek was about to object when Adam Thompson jumped in, as planned. "Perhaps a demonstration Mistress Ann." 

Ann seemed to consider, which gave both John and Derek a chance to focus their attention on her, which was the plan all along. She pursed her lips and snapped her fingers. "I think I know something that may show you how good we really are." She didn't look at Diane, she just said. "Slave Diane, stand and strip."

Diane didn't reply, she stood and took her dress off. She laid it across the back of the chair and stood as a slave should, and waited. Ann promptly ran her through some of the positions, kneel, bow, cunt, ass, mouth, and then kneel up, which was kneeling at attention. 

Ann walked over and patted her on the head. "Diane is a real slave, she lives like this twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, always serving Master. This is what we want to be able to satisfactorily simulate on camera, which means you need to learn how." 

John and Derek looked at each other, their mouths open. They looked back at Ann, and neither believed what they had just seen. Normally, women actors in these films off camera anyway, were anything but casual about sex, yet Diane and Ann seemed absolutely casual about it. Sex was the tool the actresses used to make money, and sex was something they were paid for.

It took twenty more minutes, but in the end, the desired leading man John Stone, agreed to the weeks training, for a reasonable salary of course, in Connecticut on the dates given. He didn't like the restrictions, no phone calls, no staff, no groupies, and serious work only, but he agreed in the end. 

Ann watched him leave and flicked her hand to have Diane get dressed. She didn't look to see if Diane was obeying, she was. She was a very good slave. 

"Well Adam, it looks like you have your leading man." Ann said casually. 

Adam smiled. "I thought he would have fought us more." 

Ann shrugged. "He wasn't used to being anything but the center of attention, so he was off balance by me." She smiled casually. "I wasn't that impressed with him, and he knew it." 

"Do you people study psychology or teach it?" Michael asked shaking his head. "That was very risky." 

Ann shook her head. "No, it's part of Devon's philosophy. We have to be what they expect, and what they don't expect." 

Diane was dressed and kneeling near Ann's chair again. She tried not to smile. It was hard, because it was all so funny to her. All these people were so used to pretending to be something, that meeting someone real, someone like Mistress Ann, or even me Diane admitted to herself, was almost more than they could handle. Mistress Ann not only behaved as if she was better than they were, but as if she understood that they knew it too, it wasn't opinion, it was simple fact is all.

Ann discussed the next candidate, who arrived an hour later. This one was a supporting Actress, who would theoretically play one of the students at the Academy in the movie. Ann glanced at her, and then took a second longer look. 

Ann watched the woman, who was participating in the discussion only when prompted by Bob the Boyfriend. Ann stood and walked to lean on the table near the woman, again ignoring the man. Ann studied her for all of ten seconds, staring at her eyes, checking off items from a list she'd learned at the Sheriff's Academy, not the bondage Academy. Her eyes sparkled with a joy of life, or perhaps a little coke. The telling factor was the pupils; they were blown way the hell open. Ann had little doubt, she was vibrating with energy, she was wired for sound all right. Probably cocaine, or something else terribly chic. 

"What are you on sweetie?" Ann asked

"What?" Bob the boyfriend asked surprised.

"I asked what she's on." Ann said again.

The woman looked quickly to Bob for instructions, and looked very frightened. Ann didn't wait any more. She walked back to her chair. "She won't do, she's a druggie." 

"I am not." The girl said outraged holding her arms out to show the absence of needle marks. 

Ann leaned forward ever so slightly. "You're wired right now honey, I used to be a cop." 

Michael looked uncomfortable, Adam looked even more so. Ann ignored them. 

Bob the boyfriend glared at Ann and then turned to Michael. "Who is this bitch and what is she to me?"




The Vassal Academy Ch. 26



"She is a trainer, of the Academy, and part of the contract is a weeks training, with them. While you're there, no drugs, period." Michael said slowly and regretfully. 

Bob shrugged. "That's bullshit, everyone does drugs."

"Not with us, you don't." Ann said. There was an edge of finality to her voice that outraged Bob more than anything else may have. 

Despite fifteen minutes of arguing that followed, Bob the Boyfriend took his doped up girlfriend away, and Ann hadn't had to raise her voice once.

"She's a popular actress." Adam offered after they'd left.

"I can see why, she doesn't care what you do to her, so long as she's stoned." Ann replied casually.

Adam considered and glanced at Diane again. He sighed and said. "We could call Mika, and see if she's up for a film." 

Michael shrugged. "I think she's using too. The no drugs restriction is really a hamstring." 

Ann sighed and shook her head. "No drugs, no way. I know the Sheriff. I've called him Uncle Jack all my life. If he thought there was so much as a roach at the Academy, he would personally lead the raid with the SWAT Team." 

"All right, we'll think of something." Michael groaned. "Perhaps a new face or two, we can try and round some up." 

"Usual casting calls I guess." Adam agreed.

In the Hotel suite later, Ann looked at the nude Diane, who was sitting and eating on the floor, her plate on a low coffee table before her. "How are you doing Diane?"

"Fine Mistress, I was just thinking, it's sad all these people are so shallow." 

Ann nodded. "I think they're a bunch of assholes too."

Diane grinned. "I thought that John guy was going to shit himself when you strode over to him like that." 

Ann grinned back at her. "Yeah, I kind of had that feeling myself." She sighed and got more serious. "Diane, can we teach them enough to pretend to be us for a while?" 

Diane shook her head. "Don't let them use our names, or everyone will think we're phony too." 

Ann nodded. "Right, remember to send Dominique a note on that." 

"Yes Mistress." 

"Adam is about to beg me to have you fuck him again." Ann mentioned to Diane.

"Yes Mistress, it shouldn't take long if you do wish me to do it." Diane said with a twinkle in her eye.

 "Yeah, I heard from Devon he was a minute man. Where in the hell did they get that term anyway?" 

Diane shrugged good-naturedly. She like Mistress Ann, she was cool, reserved, deliciously cruel at times, but also obviously concerned for the welfare of the slaves, which was what the whole things was supposed to be about. 

Ann shrugged. "I may have you do something with him, just to get his mind back on the job. Apparently, he can't think while he's looking at you Slave." 

Diane lowered her head to hide her grin. She'd never had a guy who was that taken with her before. The thought that six months ago, before she'd been trained, before she'd been taught to be a good slave, he would have fucked her, and forgotten her, was not lost on Diane. She knew that the thing that made her special now, was that she was a slave, nearly fully trained, for the Academy. Her home, was what made her special, and she kind of felt a strange sort of pride from that. 

"OK, we have four more interviews tomorrow, plus any the day after from those who get rejected." Ann said summarizing the next day. "Jesus Christ, it could go on all week this way." 

It wasn't going to drag out much longer. The phone lines were burning up with people talking. First, Bob the Boyfriend was screaming at another film producer demanding a role for Caroline, his meal ticket. Then John Stone was on the phone with a New York guy trying to find out whatever he could about this Academy that had people strutting around naked. 

Derek was discussing the situation with two other lawyers at the club, and they were not believing. The word was spreading. Mistress Ann had shocked, and surprised the industry, by behaving in a non-traditional way. Everything was phony in Hollywood, and it was accepted that things were just what they were, but supposedly, not at the Academy. 

The next morning Ann sipped coffee that had been handed to her by Diane and listened to Michael as he rubbed his red eyes from lack of sleep. "I was getting calls all damn night."

"I got a bunch too." Adam admitted. He rubbed his face and took a large sip of coffee to try and wake up. 

"Something wrong boys?" Ann asked casually.

"You two, have really started something." Michael summarized. Then he explained about the outrage from Bob the Boyfriend, and Mika who expected to be called for this movie, and her Lawyer was on the phone all night arguing about it. "This damn film is getting to be some sort of initiation." Michael finished.

Ann nodded. "It's the spirit, the idea that this is going to be exceptional, and the actors are going to be elite." 

"What the hell does that mean?" Adam demanded.

Ann smiled at him. "Elite means special, something above the rest."

"I know what it means, but what does it have to do with this." Adam asked acidly.

Ann's smile remained casually in place, still in control. "It means that people are figuring out that this movie is going to be something special, and they want to be in something special. They want to be seen as special, and this is the current way to be seen as something special." Ann glanced at Michael and then looked back at Adam. "They know they're phonies, shallow imitations of real people. When they enter a room, they are actually rehearsing how they're going to do it in a movie, but they're doing it in real life. The only use for real life to them, is to practice for the movie." 

Diane kept her face carefully neutral, like none of this mattered to her. Ann didn't glance at her she continued her thread. "So this production, by rejecting Caroline, and Bob the producer boyfriend, has said that our standards are higher than she. Now, everyone who is about at her level, or perhaps a little below her, want to know, and want to show that they're better than Caroline, and they'll meet our standards to prove it." 

Adam looked at Michael and shook his head. It was crazy. "You people are all nuts you know that right?" 

 Ann shook her head. "How would you characterize the phone calls you've been getting all night. Let me guess, a dozen different people who are demanding to be considered right?" 

"You expected a feeding frenzy to get started?" Michael asked suspiciously.

Ann shook her head. "I didn't, but it makes sense." She leaned forward and looked right at Michael, staring into his eyes. "It's the way of the world. The tighter and more difficult the competition, the more people will strive to get it. Thousands of people, all but ten of whom have no hope in hell, will train for the Olympic hundred yard dash. In the end, only three will get medals, but millions of hours of work from thousands of runners will have been expended to try and get those three medals. The people want to be better than the competition, and they want to be considered the best, the elite." 

Michael looked at Adam. "Seems to fit what we've seen so far.

 Ann nodded when he looked back. "Yeah, it does. This film is becoming the next gold medal race, that's all. By rejecting one or two, for reasons that were set out before hand, and insisting that our way is the only way, we're setting this as a good chance, and the little starlets and studs are fighting for a chance to be in it." 

Michael considered. "Devon chooses his people well." He summarized his admiration for Ann's insight into the matter. 

"He does." Ann agreed. The knock at the door ended the conversation, and Diane waited while the next wannabe actor came in to get a part in the movie. 

This time, they weren't surprised to see Ann sitting off to the side, they had been told to expect it. This time, they tried to ignore her, to show they were confident and dominant. 

Ann saw it immediately and started to casually examine her nails, and tap on her iPhone as she pretended to ignore the discussions with the actors. The first to try this tactic got more flustered as Ann tapped on her phone, and then finally Ann raised her eyes when he mispronounced the state of Connecticut pronouncing it Calcut-tit. 

"You can't fool us, and yes, we can train you to pretend to be a Master, on camera." Ann answered the question he didn't ask. "You won't do for a Dominant in life, but for the film, I think we can do something with you." 

Michael, Adam, and the actor Will shared the sense of relief that seemed to fill the room. 

"No drugs, if you're using now, you have about a week to get off of them. No groupies, no girlfriends, no boyfriends. It's a week of intensive training to prepare you to act like a dominant, and if you don't give us your best, your performance will suffer." Ann said casually. 

"Right, no problem. No drugs." The actor said breathing more easily.

After he left Michael glanced at Ann. "How do you do that? Make each of them more nervous than the last one?"

Ann shrugged. "They are talking between the interviews, so they're expecting what they were just told about. You shake it up, let them see something they don't expect." Ann didn't tell him that this was an old trick that every cop uses when interviewing witnesses or suspects. 

As the next one started, she was now across the table from the interviewee, a woman, who had played a dominant in one of the movies Ann had seen this last week. She was more mature, but had a sexual air about her, probably phony Ann suspected, but she waited and watched. 

Elaine paid attention to Adam, and Michael, as the production people of the film. She knew the Director, and the actual Producer, so no problem. She didn't ignore Ann, but didn't focus on her either. Ann decided this woman was enough of a Dominant that training her would be easy. She already strode, and focused her attention easily. She was calm, in control, casual. 

When Adam and Michael had asked their questions and outlined the script, they waited for Ann. Ann nodded. "Diane, send a message, Elaine will do, and will be easy to train. No problems expected." 

"Yes Mistress." 

Elaine smiled at Ann, not friendly, but not entirely casual. She seemed to have a twinkle in her own eye as she said. "I noticed your pet, she's cute." 

"Well trained too." Ann said with a growing feeling of understanding. "See you in a week." 

"You could see me tonight. We have a club here, I'll get you in." Elaine wrote an address on a piece of paper and handed it to Ann. "Just tell them you're Mistress Ann and Slave at the door, they'll be expecting you." 

Ann accepted the piece of paper, and agreed to show up, assuming that Dominique would approve of flying the flag of the Academy in Los Angeles. "I think we can make it for a brief visit tonight."

"See you then." Elaine said as she signed the contract and then left the room. 

For some slave wannabe's, Ann would run Diane through her training in positions. Then she'd lean down to the California Bleach Blonds and ask. "Do you think you can learn to move with anything approaching that kind of grace sweetie?" 

The women would nod, but reluctantly. Ann would nod back. "We'll see. Yes we will see." 

One actor who had a reputation for being argumentative and overbearing entered and he was prepared for Ann, and her games. He had at one time, been a mainstay of the industry, but had been in fewer and fewer movies over the years. The Director, who owed a few favors to the old horn dog, had argued that the old reprobate could be an advisor, or something like that, some sort of Godfatheresque character. Michael had agreed to meet with the Dong as a favor to the Director. 

"So she's the supposed mistress from this bunch on the east coast?" Dong said as he jerked his thumb towards Ann.

The move was badly planned, but would have been fine, if Ann hadn't moved to sit on the same side of the table with Michael and Adam. Diane almost couldn't contain her snicker at the obviously rehearsed move that was intended to look casual.

"Yes, she is." Ann said in a sultry voice that belied her intentions. She leaned forward and held her hand out. "I've been a big fan for years, and wanted to meet you."

"What?" Dong asked confused. Of all the stories he'd heard about this, she hadn't acted like that to anyone. Then he got it. She was pulling his leg. 

Ann continued smiling and said. "I said I was a big fan for years." 

"Yeah, I bet." Dong said trying to re-establish his control of the meeting. "Let's get to business here, I talked to Tony, the Director, and he said there's a part for me in this." 

"I don't see one, Sorry Dong." Michael said sadly. "I don't think a script re-write is in the works." 

Adam looked sad as well. Dong looked back and forth between them. "Look, you know my name still draws some interest, so using me even a little, will get your movie noticed." 

"The movie is going to be noticed." Ann said softly. "It's already been noticed. We didn't contact you, you came to us." Ann's emphasis on the word been was perfect in her personal opinion. 

"Yeah, I want to give you all the benefit of my experience is all." Dong said as he tried to figure out what Ann was up to. 

"That's why it wouldn't work." Ann said sadly. "We have the experience, in what is going to be filmed, we're the best there is." Ann stood and walked to Diane and patted her head. "Diane fucked Adam once, just once. And he can't stop looking at her." Ann glanced at Adam and nodded. "I'll let you borrow her for a while this afternoon, since you've worked so hard on this." Ann gave the kiddie a treat, and Adam while a little embarrassed, was also relieved. 

Ann returned her attention to Dong. "You're a bully, who ruled for ten years, perhaps a little longer. I don't think they need a Dongfather in the movie. Sorry." She shrugged helplessly. "If they did, there wouldn't be much we could train you to do. Because you're too conceited and set in your ways to even think about trying it our way." 

Dong was outraged, and stood quickly looking for a moment like he might swing at Ann. Ann spread her feet out a bit, stepping forward slightly with one foot, and set herself. Dong wasn't sure about that, Ann wasn't backing down. He was bigger, stronger, but she was set like a karate movie. What if she knew that shit too?

He raged at Michael, and then at Adam, and then stormed out of the office. Michael waited until the sounds of outrage had diminished and looked at Ann. "Do you affect everyone that way? Get them so angry that they want to tear the building apart?"  

"Not everyone." Ann said innocently. "Only people I don't like." Glancing at her watch. "Adam, do you have somewhere you and Diane could go, or should we just give you some privacy here?" 

Michael snorted in laughter. He stood up and walked out of the room chuckling and shaking his head in amusement. Diane grinned at Ann mostly because of the look on Adam's face, a mixture of shame, and relief. 

"Diane, when you're finished, I'll be in Michael's office, going over the last of the details." Ann said as she gathered her bag. "Enjoy yourself Adam." 

Ann closed the door behind her and continued down the hall without looking back. 

Diane turned her head towards Adam and asked. "How may I serve you sir?" 

Adam looked at her and smiled. "I thought we could find something to entertain us for a while." 

Ann sat in Michael's office and sipped coffee from a cup as Michael told Christina on the phone that the casting was done, and everything was under control. He hung up and turned to Ann. "Is she really screwing him?"

Ann nodded. "I'm sure she is. It shouldn't take too long, she's very good." 

"How do you do that? I mean, how do you tell her to screw someone and act like it doesn't mean anything?" Michael asked. "You've been so casual all week, that I still can't get over the level of control you have over her."

"We didn't take control of her, she gave it to us." Ann explained. "Diane was a submissive all her life. She sought out jobs, a store clerk for example, and people who would dominate her. She's not happy deciding things for herself, it makes her miserable. So she gravitates towards those who will decide things for her. Who should she fuck, and when as an example. She's content, I would even say she's happy doing what she is." 

Michael considered this. "Are all the slaves the same?" 

Ann shook her head. "No." She set the coffee cup down. "No two people are the same, and no two slaves are the same. They may have the same training, and the same skills, but they aren't the same. We understand Diane, and she knows it. She knows we see her for who, and what she is, and she's happy with us." 

Michael smiled knowingly. "How about you? Are you so casual with making love?" 

Ann glanced at him with a thin smile on her face. "I'm not a slave. I'm free to say no, and I do when I want to." 

"So people don't take liberties with you?" Michael asked cautiously. He sensed he'd just hit a warning sign. 

"Not often. If you're considering it, perhaps you should talk to Andre, I'm sure he'd advise you not to test me." Ann said coolly.

Diane was across the table, her legs spread and her feet on the floor. Adam was still wearing his shirt and his shoes as he fucked her pussy. Suspecting that he wouldn't be lasting much longer, she started to squeeze him, to give him the full experience. "Yes sir, fuck me. Fuck my cunt." Diane said to test a theory she had. Adam came almost immediately. Yep, he was a minuteman, and one that wasn't ever really in charge of anything. Diane had realized that Ann was giving him a Sympathy Fuck. She felt sorry for him too. Diane had remembered something as she'd sucked his cock to full erection, which took about four seconds. 

When she'd first met Jeannette, and Master Devon, David had humiliated her. David had told the whole crowd how worthless Diane was. He'd told the world that Diane was a useless piece of ass, not worth the trouble of fucking. Diane had felt so humiliated, so destroyed, that she had almost left, and she wasn't sure where she was going, or what she'd do. Diane had wanted to die. She hated her life, and hated being alone. Master Devon had saved her too, just like Jeannette. All the Masters had worked to save her, to show her she wasn't worthless, and this proved it. Adam lusted after her, because she wasn't worthless now. She was a slave, and a good one. 

Diane cleaned up Adam's cock, looking at him from down on her knees, and she wondered how shallow you have to be to think that the world revolved around your cock. She hadn't climaxed, but that was fine. He was happy, and she was pleased that he was happy. Besides, Mistress Ann would reward her later. Mistress Ann was never overly generous with rewards, but she wasn't stingy either. 

That night, Ann and Diane arrived at the address as directed by the GPS in the rental car. Ann found the parking area, and headed for the door with Diane accompanying her. She entered and found a small lobby, with another door and a window directly ahead. She stepped to the window. The woman behind the counter smiled and said. "Greetings, and welcome to the Restraint Club, may I see your membership card please?" 

Ann smiled and said. "Sorry, I don't have one. Elaine said I would be expected. I am Mistress Ann, and this is my slave." 

"Yes Mistress, Elaine left a note about that. Please come in." The woman said and the door buzzed as Ann approached it. 

Ann pulled it and the lock clicked as the door opened. Inside the lighting was all indirect, with some sort of Gregorian Chants playing as mood music. Ann walked to the bar with Diane and decided to ask for Elaine. "I'll take a Coke on ice, and if you could tell me where I might find Elaine I'd appreciate it." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 26



The bartender poured the coke into a glass and then handed it to Ann. "That's three dollars for the drink, and Elaine is usually in the room of torments." 

Ann handed him a five and then asked where she could find the room of torments. He pointed and Ann followed his directions. She passed through an arch and found several small booths arranged around a central stage. On the stage was a male slave, who was bound and gagged and tied to a post. A woman was whipping him lightly, bringing a rosy glow to his exposed back. 

As she looked around she saw Elaine, who was holding a hand up signaling Ann. Ann walked to Elaine and sat with her and two others at the booth. Ann gave a hand signal and Diane knelt beside them. 

"I'm so glad you could make it Ann." Elaine began. "This is Roger, and that's Bill. They're tops too." 

After shaking hands Ann glanced at the stage and then started to chat. After explaining her business in LA, she was asked about the Academy. "I hadn't expected us to be known so far from home." Ann demurred. 

Roger snorted. "Hell, we've been hearing you. Elaine said that the film industry is in an uproar over you." 

Ann smiled easily. "Little old me? I can't imagine why." 

Elaine laughed. "I heard about the scene with the Dong." 

"Jackass." Ann mumbled. She glanced at the stage again. The male was gone. Now a woman was in a chair, and being lightly flogged across her breasts. The whip being used barely went straight before striking the woman. It almost didn't have enough velocity to defy gravity. 

Ann watched the show and then the next one. Turning to Elaine. "You said that they aren't planned, you just signal that you and your slave would like to be next?" 

Nodding Elaine said. "Yes. It's understood that you don't torture them, no blood. It's also understood that no actual sex, in other words, don't bend them over and start a line." 

"Strange rules." Ann said casually.

"That's the room of pleasure." Roger explained. "On the other side of the meeting area." 

Ann nodded. "Strange that you would separate them."

"Well, some people are more skilled with a torment than others." Elaine offered.

"This one, the man being tickled with the feather." Ann said. "Besides entertaining the slave, what is it supposed to do?" 

Elaine smiled. Ann was setting them up. "If you want to show us your toy, I'll get the waiters attention." 

Ann had a twinkle in her eye. "I think I might be willing to put on a demonstration." She had been trained by Jeannette and Devon to throw a proper whipping on a slave. That was one of the few level three classes she had pretty much down. She wasn't Andre, or Devon, or Thomas or Rebecca. They could throw a whipping on a slave perfectly. Heating up the skin, and then the sex of the slave. Ann knew from experience how good they were, and while she wasn't that good yet, she was pretty damn good. 

Glancing at Diane, Ann decided that about three quarters of what Jeannette could take, Diane could endure. In other words, she didn't have to hold back much, but a bit. Diane had shown the ability to take a full body whipping in phase two, and several times since. She wasn't quite up to the ability to endure that Jeannette had, but she was pretty good too. We're a set her and I. Diane and I are not what Devon and Jeannette are, but we are pretty good just the same. Far more impressive than anything we've seen here so far. These people take it fairly serious, but they're just not what we are.

Ann had realized something else. She was looking around, and mentally measuring the people she saw. Are they better than me was the inevitable question. The answer she'd given so far, no. Not even close. Roughly five months at the hands of the Academy staff, and she was already in a class well above the rest of the pack. 

Ann considered something she'd read, before she started working for Devon. Before she'd even left college. It was an article on the elite unites of the Military. Some were created literally out of thin air. They would take the soldiers, and tell them that they were in an elite unit now, above the rest. You'll have to work hard to stay here. Before long, the soldiers swaggered like true elite soldiers, and the leaders pushed the troops harder than they had before. Living up to the image of the Elite Soldier in their minds. 

Diane and I are elite. We know it. We've seen it. We also are prideful enough to want others to see how good we really are. We want them to see how awesome we are, and how hard we've worked to get here, and how hard we work to get better. Is that conceit? I suppose so, but it's also true. We are better. Better trained, more experienced, and we're the result of a thousand years of training and experimentation into the minds and the physiological rules governing the body. We're the result of a thousand years of experimentation of the mental processes of the human mind. 

Elaine nodded as she understood. They were about to see the Academy's idea of entertainment up close, and if the rumors were true, and Elaine suspected they were, it would be interesting. Ann gave off an air of confidence, of control that very few Dominants had down.

Giving the signal that Ann wished to put on a performance, Elaine said. "We have whips, and bindings along the wall there, on the shelves. I'm not sure it's as extensive a collection as you're used to, but you should be able to find something to work with." 

Ann nodded. "I shouldn't need any bindings." 

Diane was struggling not to smile. She had watched the demonstrations, and they were funny. Any phase one student in their first week accepted more punishment than most of the demonstrations had shown. Hell, the standard class in Ballet resulted in more severe whippings than most of these people had endured on the raised platform that was the center of the room, and attention. Diane also knew what was coming, and she suspected like the first night she'd seen Jeannette; she was about to impress the crowd. 

The feather torment, such as it was, ended with the Female dominant bowing her head in acknowledgement of the applause of the crowd. She quickly freed her bound slave, and then abandoned the stage. Ann stood and without any discussion with Diane said. "Stand, strip, and get on the stage and wait for me." 

Diane stood, and in moments was nude, she walked to the stage and knelt waiting for Mistress Ann. Ann walked to the shelves and examined the whips. Picking up one multi tailed flogger flicked it a couple times and shook her head. The leather was too supple, too soft, and wouldn't even tease Diane. She looked at the riding crops, and found most of them to have a flexible core. Far too flexible for Ann's purposes. 

Moving along to the Cane's Ann found a bamboo cane that should work. Thin but reasonably rigid she swished it a couple times to get a feel for it's weight and balance. It was similar to the canes used in the Ballet classes, so Diane would be able to endure it easily. 

Walking to the pedestal, she stepped up and glanced at Diane before beginning. "I am Mistress Ann, a trainer from the Vassal Academy, we're in town for business, but this, well, this is what we call pleasure." She didn't hesitate another moment before stepping back and saying. "Slave Diane, punishment position." 

Diane stood and placed her hands behind her head, her legs were spread a hair more than shoulder width, and her knees were straight, but not locked. She stared straight ahead, and hadn't spoken. 

Ann drew back, and started to whip. Leaving wicked appearing pink welts along Diane's back, down across her ass. Along each thigh in turn. She left at least forty good stripes along Diane's back and down her legs. Turning she walked to the other side, and continued to slash the cane through the air. It sang and whistled as it cut the air, and then popped wickedly across the fronts of Diane's thighs. 

Diane felt the sting, and otherwise didn't react. She sucked in some breath now and then, if the sting was a bit more than usual, but she didn't let out a single whimper. 

Walking back, Ann now laid an additional twenty stripes across Diane's back, this time letting them cross the others, giving Diane an asymmetrical criss cross across her back and buttocks. 

Ann walked around admiring her work. "I think that should be enough for now. Perhaps it will even hold you until we get home Slave." 

Diane knelt quickly and lowered her head before the stunned crowd. They hadn't said a word. They had gasped when the cane started, and some light murmuring was apparent but that was all. "Mistress, thank you for punishing me." 

"Yes, there you go." Ann said. "Return to our booth. I'll put this away and be along in a moment." 

Diane stood and walked to the booth, and knelt waiting for her Mistress. 

Ann put the cane down on the shelf and strode back to the booth. She sat and patted Diane on the head. "Where's the waiter, I could use a refill?" Ann mentioned casually as she held up the nearly empty glass of wine. 

Elaine was grinning at her. "Impressive, very impressive." 

The next dominant was standing, unsure what to do. If he went next, his slave, his planned whipping would suffer by comparison. If he didn't go up, he'd look like a coward, and that was worse. After a moment's hesitation, he waved to his own submissive, and headed for the stage. Resolving to at least maintain some of his dignity, he stepped up and turned towards Mistress Ann. "Let me be the first to say that was quite impressive, and you're certainly a very tough act to follow." 

Ann smiled and bowed her head in acknowledgement of the compliment. Diane continued to kneel nude beside her. One of the waiters approached and leaned down. "Mistress, forgive me, however it's normal to have your slave redress after a presentation."

Ann looked up at him amused. "Strange rule." Without objecting to his request, Ann waved her hand and Diane stood and dressed quickly. 

After another hour of chatting and introductions, Ann and Diane left, claiming quite correctly that they were both working in the morning. In the rental car, Ann told Diane what she was thinking. "Diane, I think they were impressed by our display, and quite happy to see us go."

Diane chuckled. "Mistress, I would have sworn that the crowd was going to sigh when you said it was time for us to go."

Ann grinned. "Send a quick note to Dominique tomorrow, while we interview other actors, and let her know that the Academy was well represented in the local scene."

"Yes Mistress." Diane said smiling back. 

After three days of interviews and demonstrations, Ann sent the message to Devon and Dominique that casting was complete, in a week, the Academy was going to have eight actors running around. The Director and the Producer would be staying as well. Michael was going to be the Pleasure Products representative on site, and it was highly probable that either or both Christina and Adam would be there for part of the time. 

Ann sat on the small couch while Diane sat on the floor of the Hotel room. The flight to head home was in the morning, and Ann was bushed. "Diane, I wouldn't want this repeated, but this week has been a bitch." 

Diane smiled. "I understand Mistress." The Master's were really accepting them now. They were almost more casual, but still demanding of obedience of course. "I want to go home too Mistress."

Ann raised her eyes from the papers she'd been reading, and Diane was certain she'd seen a twinkle of humor, or understanding in them. "We leave in the morning Slave Diane, and we'll have a lot of work when we get there." 

"Yes Mistress." Diane said easily. They always had a lot of work, not just the slaves, the Masters were always working too. Diane had learned that, and understood that it was all a really weird and complex machine. Each part had to work with all the others, and the Masters were the ones spinning the smaller parts to make the machine move. Diane had seen something else in the last couple weeks too. 

The Masters spent a lot of time considering things. They spent hours planning, considering, and then finally when it came to executing the plan, it worked smoothly, probably because the Masters had worked so hard on the plan.

Diane didn't like Adam all that much. She'd fucked him, as instructed, and made him pop his cork, but he was really just thinking with his cock. The Masters, they saw her. They saw her inside and out, in more than one way Diane grinned to herself as she sat at the coffee table thinking. 

Ann was reading the papers and making notes in the margins, and glanced at Diane as there was a knock on the door. Diane stood and put the robe she'd been given for this event on and headed for the door. Opening it she found Adam Thompson standing there. "Sir? I wasn't expecting you. One moment, I'll inform Mistress." 

Ann had stood and was walking to the door. Adam greeted her and entered and stood uncomfortably. Finally he said. "I'd like to speak to Diane, for a moment." 

Diane blinked and opened her mouth in surprise. She quickly recovered and lowered her head to show she was submissive. She waited for instructions from Mistress Ann. 

Ann summed up the event and waved Adam to a chair. "Diane, get him something to drink." 

"Yes Mistress." She turned to him. "What would you like sir?" 

"Uh, I guess a Bourbon if you got one."

"Yes sir." Diane said and headed towards the bar. Adam sat down and Ann sat on the couch. 

Ann sipped at her coffee, and smiled at Adam while the drink was fetched. She waited until Diane had served the drink and waved her hand. Diane knelt as instructed. "She won't leave us Adam." 

"I was thinking, I could take over her pay, and her benefits of course." Adam offered looking at Diane.

Ann sighed. "Adam, I'm not surprised. Her talents are extraordinary, not just sexual, but as an assistant. However, she won't leave us. I could give you all night, and all day. You could promise her the moon and she'd still say no." 

"Why?" Adam asked looking at Diane. 

Diane raised her head, but she was looking at Mistress Ann when she did, and her eyes shone. Ann spoke for her. "Because it's not the money that she seeks. It's the love. She loves Master with all her heart. That's why she's given us everything. She loves us." Ann said softly. "She knows we love her, and she knows that we have only the highest standards, and highest expectations for her. She's also learned that we saw all of this in her, when no one else did." 

Adam looked at her. "She's amazing. Loyal, dedicated, and quite talented."  "Yes, she is." Ann agreed. "Which is why she backs up our Lead Slave Jeannette. She like Jeannette is a complete, an all around slave. As close to perfect as you can get." 

"Diane, I'd like to take care of you." Adam offered. 

Ann waved a hand. Diane answered. "Sir, thank you. I belong to Master." Diane looked at Adam as she spoke to him, but then returned her attention to Mistress Ann. 

Adam nodded. He stood up and composed himself. "If you ever change your mind, please let me know." Adam offered.

"Thank you sir, that's very kind." Diane said politely. 

After a bit more uncomfortable chat, Adam left and Diane couldn't hide her grin any longer. 

Ann shook her head. "We have got to get home before any more of your lust struck groupies show up." 

Diane spent the next hour licking Mistress Ann to several nice little orgasms, and slept curled up next to her. Adam had learned he was a phony, and he didn't like it that's all. 

In the morning, Diane packed the bags while Ann organized and packed the carry on luggage with the business items. Diane put on another dress and again, wore nothing under it. Like Jeannette, she was getting to hate underwear. 

At the Academy, Diane assisted Mistress Ann in reporting to the Trainers and Dominique. Ann outlined each actors strength, and weakness, and the specific training that each needed. Concluding Ann said. "The full report will be written tomorrow, but in most of the cases, we've got our work cut out for us."

Devon glanced at Dominique and then began. "Good work Ann, excellent in fact."

Dominique followed this up. "I agree Ann. I'll be interested in reading the report, but excellent is certainly warranted."

Andre raised a hand. "Ann forgive me. However, how hard is it going to be to get these Prima Dona's behaving like anything approaching accurate?"

"Impossible in most cases." Ann answered. "However, I think we can teach them to act like Dominant's and Submissive, pretending for the film anyway."

"This Elaine." Rebecca began. "You said she invited you to a club, and they were mostly playing there?"

"Yes, she's the easiest to train. She knows the language, and the basic ideals. All we'll have to do with her is polish her up a bit."

Devon nodded. "Remember, we're not training them to actually be dominants or slaves in real life. But to act like them. We're going to teach them how to kneel properly and how to play a slave, or master, for the movie."

Thomas nodded. "OK."

Devon glanced at his own notes and considered. "With the Director and Producer here, that will help. They will be able to explain to the squares why this is required." 

Ann nodded. "I suggested it and they agreed. The Producer, his name is Frank, said that he would be looking at set design, and coordinating with the production team in LA. I guess the actors are going to go straight into filming right after leaving us."

"OK, we have a week before they get here Devon, will you be ready?" Dominique asked.

"Certainly." Devon said. "Jeannette, all training except for Crystal is suspended effectively now. We need to get the house set up for these Actors, and that means we have a ton of furniture to assemble and place. We've also got to figure out how much we're going to comply with the expectations of the Actors. I'm not going to have the slaves turning beds down and putting mints on the pillows." 

Thomas chuckled along with the rest. "OK. No sweat there. We start to assemble the rooms in the morning."

Devon nodded. "Convert both of the live testing rooms, and we'll leave them converted afterwards. We'll also convert two of the three sleep training rooms. Those go back afterwards." 

Andre nodded. "Right. No problem there boss. That would give us nine rooms in that wing." 

"I want one extra. In case some production type shows up unexpected." Devon explained. 

Rebecca glanced at Ann. "OK, courses heavy in Ballet for the most part, and mainly how to act like a slave or master right?"

Devon nodded. "We'll have Diane and Jeannette, and Geneva for that matter, helping out in those areas." He turned to look at Jeannette. "Tell the slaves that they're going to be very busy during this week Jeannette."

"Yes Master." Jeannette confirmed. 

Diane nodded her understanding as well. Master needed them, and they would do what Master needed. 

Dominique turned to Devon. "Josh is in one of the Guest Rooms, will we need the space?"

Devon considered. They had three people coming who were definitely VIP's, and the possibility, hell probability, that more would be coming. "Yes, I think we will. I'll speak to him about temporarily moving into one of the staff rooms." 

Ann sat heavily. It had been a long week, and a difficult day traveling. She was wiped out and knew Diane felt about the same. 

A few minor questions later, and the meeting broke up. Ann headed for her room, intending to sleep like the dead, and then worry about unpacking tomorrow. 

Devon sat and sipped Brandy with Dominique. She opened the dance. "Ann didn't mention her demonstration to the community there."

"It will be in her report." Devon predicted. "It wasn't relevant to the task of training the Actors."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 27



The Vassal Academy Ch. 27: The Actors Arrive


After breakfast, Devon went to his office to check the news and messages that had come in during the night. He had just sat down and was reading the first message when Josh knocked on Master Devon’s door and entered when bade. “Master Devon, please forgive this interruption, but I need to talk to you.” 

“Sure Josh.” Devon said. “I needed to talk to you too. What can I do for you?” 

“Master, I don’t think I can be a slave, not for a while anyway.” Josh began obviously uncomfortable. “I knelt in front of a chair last night, and I tried to imagine anyone else in the chair, you, Master Andre, Mistress Rebecca, any of you.” He hesitated and then after a long pause, he finished the rest of it. “I couldn’t see anyone else there, no one. Just Brad.” He stopped as his voice broke.

“I understand Josh. Really I do.” Devon said softly. “You have to give yourself time.” 

Josh shook his head. “Master, I can’t see you as anything but a Master. I never will.” He stumbled again and took a deep shuddering breath to try and calm down. He swallowed hard and took a second deep breath, a smoother one. “I can’t be a slave, not now. I don’t know if I ever will again.” 

“Josh, it’s only been a few weeks. It takes time.” Devon said, knowing as he said it that Josh was probably right. His submission was to Brad, not to a notional Master. Josh had loved Brad, and felt like he couldn’t love again, and as long as his heart was hurting, he couldn’t submit.

Josh held up a hand and slowly managed to get himself under control. He continued. “Master, I think I have a way to help you, and me though.” 

“What is that Josh?” Devon asked cautiously. 

“I’ve been working with Chef, and I really enjoy that. To earn my keep while I’m here, and I think you’re going to be short of space when the people from California show up, I’d like to work with him, if you’ll permit me of course.” 

Devon nodded. “Sure Josh, that’s no problem. As for earning your keep. There is no need, you’re still a guest.” He shifted uncomfortably. “I had hoped to talk to you, and ask if you’d consider moving upstairs for a week while the Actors are here. I regretted the inconvenience, but I think I have another idea. One for a longer term answer to the problem of rooms if you will.” 

“What idea is that Master?” Josh asked.

“If you’ll come with me.” Devon said. “I’ll show you.” 

They went to the kitchen, and then down into the basement. The bondage area would be under the training wing, but Devon turned towards the smaller staff wing area. He opened a door, and turned on a single overhead light bulb that dangled from the ceiling. The room was smaller than the bondage area under the training wing. But it was fairly large. It had three doors that led off the room, not counting the one they’d come in by. 

“It doesn’t look like much. However It’s fairly large, and it has it’s own bathroom and shower.” Devon walked and opened the door. “Obviously we’d have to make some changes, install carpet, better lights, furniture, probably paint and possibly wall paper.” 

“It will be fine Master.” Josh said as he looked around. “It’s roomy, and I can see lot’s of potential here.” 

“It also has a door outside.” Devon said and pointed. “It’s locked, and bolted right now, we’ll get it working for you. That way, you can come and go as you please.” 

Josh nodded. “Yes Master, I understand.” They were giving him freedom. 

“Josh, I don’t want you to think you’re being shunted down here. For the week the actors are here, as soon as we get things put back together, this room, your room, becomes the high priority.” Devon said. “I just figured you could use it, and be comfortable here, while at the same time being close to us, your friends, and we are your friends Josh, and have some personal area where the slavery isn’t.” 

Josh nodded. “I think I understand Master.” He smiled slightly. “It will be fine Master.” 

“I never knew what to do with it. It’s got four windows up near the ceiling that look out, but they’re kind of small, and the room feels dark that way.” Devon said. “I assumed that at one time it had been some sort of maids room, with Chef’s area, a Mother suite, added on later.” 

Josh nodded. “Yeah, we hung out in his room yesterday.” 

“I think this can be done up nicely, I’ll have Jeannette and Geneva take a look at what should be done when we have a chance.” Devon offered.

“Thank you Master.” Josh said again. 

Devon escorted him back upstairs. He knocked on Chef’s door and it opened in a few moments to show the famed Chef John. “Chef, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all.” Chef said. “Please come in.”

Devon entered and sat on the couch. “Chef, Josh has asked if he can stay, and work in the kitchen. I’ve told him I saw no problem, and we have that big storage room under us that isn’t in use, it’s going to be a couple weeks before we can start on setting it up, and I wanted to make sure you’re comfortable with him as a….” Devon stopped. He shrugged. “I don’t know the term.” 

“Trainee.” Chef said with a grin. “He’s not much of a cook, but he has potential, he hasn’t made a mistake in following my instructions. I think I can teach him to be a fairly good chef.” 

Josh grinned and then chuckled. “I knew the Trainers were superior, I just never realized that Chef was the same way, about his kitchen. Somehow I think it’s supposed to be flattering.” 

Chef grinned. “It means that I think you’re not aware of the delicate nature of cooking, but I think you have potential.” 

Devon nodded. “I’ll put him on salary. Would six hundred a week be too much for a trainee?” 

Chef shook his head. “No, that would be fine for a few months. When he learns more, and is more useful, I’ll suggest a raise for him.” 

“We’ll see to it Chef.” Devon said cordially. “I don’t even want to know what test you’ll give him.” 

“I’ll let him tell me about Squabs.” Chef said chuckling. “Welcome aboard Josh, and I’m sure you’ll do fine.” 

Josh turned to follow Devon out and then stopped. “Chef, what the hell is Shad Roe?” 

Chef roared with laughter. “It’s a fish. A seasonal fish like wild Salmon. You can only get them in the spring.” He wiped his eye and asked. “Where the hell did you hear about Shad Roe?” 

Josh shrugged. “It’s in the book Master Devon gave me. They mention the Shad Roe. They said that they don’t get it in Europe. They also talk about Squab, which is what made me think of it.” 

Devon grinned. “Nero Wolfe, a Detective with a taste for fine food Chef.” 

“Perhaps I should read this book.” Chef said still chuckling.

Josh and Devon returned to the office to start the paperwork. Devon gave him a watch and told him that Chef normally stayed on channel six. “It allows him to be reached, but doesn’t bother him with the inanities.” 

The setting up of the house, and moving of Josh to the last house slave room was conducted with a day to spare. Devon held the final staff meeting the morning the Director, and Producer were to arrive. “OK, we’re set up. Remember we can’t treat them like slaves, they’re spoiled for the most part, and I doubt sincerely that any of them would be slaves in real life. We’re here to teach them to fake it, convincingly.” 

Ann took up the direction. “You’ve all read the bio’s on our guests, you know the challenges facing us. First, we have to reach them, repetition, and consistency of message is the key there. We all have to sing from the same sheet of music.”

Rebecca took her turn. “Patience with them is absolutely necessary. For all of us. They will be insulting, even dismissive of us. Endure it, ignore it, and rise above it.” She paused to look at Devon. “That goes for the trainers, especially us trainers.” 

“We have an almost impossible challenge.” Devon summarized. “We start today, with two people who are used to faking things, the Producer and the Director. They are according to Ann, so accustomed to faking everything, that they believe that everything is fake.” 

Jeannette smiled for the slaves. “Master, all will be fine. We aren’t fake, and they’ll realize that soon enough.” 

“God help us if they don’t.” Ann grumbled softly. 

The next morning, the slaves donned their clothing. It had been decided that while the Squares were here, they would wear the slave dresses, and perhaps the squares would be less uncomfortable. 

Tony the Director and Frank the Producer arrived a day ahead of the actors, and were amazed at the Academy. While they didn’t get the full tour, they did get shown around by Devon with rather explanations of what the Actors would be getting in line with the training. 

After dinner, they sat with the trainers and listened to the expected timeline of events, with each trainer explaining what task or skill they would teach the actors to simulate. 

Tony questioned Devon first. “Look, we’re not really great movie people but this is astounding.” He collected himself. “How can we possibly hope to teach anyone this type of behavior in a week?”

“We taught Diane enough to win a bet in a week.” Thomas pointed out. “She was through oral arts phase one in a week, and almost through phase one ballet in the same time.”

“Geneva didn’t take much longer.” Rebecca pointed out. 

“We aren’t teaching them to be slaves, but how to play slaves for the movie.” Devon pointed out. “We’re planning on first, teaching them the deference that you’ve seen, then helping them rehearse the scenes and with a little luck, this movie will be a credit to us all.”

The Director shook his head. “It’s just difficult to believe. I’ve heard what Michael and Christina told me about the training here. I’ve even talked to Adam about his experiences, yet, it’s still hard to believe.” 

Michael who had arrived during dinner agreed. “Devon has the confidence of our company, he’s demonstrated to them that he is fully capable in teaching the actors to be more realistic.” 

Devon smiled. “I could arrange for a demonstration, for each of you.”

Frank looked wary, but Tony smiled his understanding. Devon nodded. “Jeannette, Diane, and Geneva are trained enough for such a demonstration. Do you have a preference?”

Frank looked stunned by the pronouncement while Tony shrugged. “I guess I should leave it to you.” 

Devon looked at Frank and nodded. “If one of the girls doesn’t suit your tastes, then simply ask one of us trainers and we’ll certainly consider showing you the talents that have been developed in us.”

Frank looked at Devon, and then at Rebecca and then back at Devon. “You must be joking.”

Devon shook his head. “I’m actually sorry, Crystal has only just passed into phase three training, and isn’t sufficiently trained for this task. Otherwise I would simply say pick the one that amuses you.”

Frank shook his head. “I produce the films, help with the sets, that sort of thing. I’m married, and I don’t cheat on her.”

Devon bowed his head. “Forgive me if I insulted you. Everyone must create his own rules to live by, and work to live up to his own image of manhood.”

Frank shook his head again. “No insult, just no.”

“Michael, would you be insulted if I offered you some company?” Devon asked.

Michael considered. Ann had already indicated that she probably would not agree. “Certainly Devon, I’m always a fan of hospitality.” 

Devon nodded and turned back to Tony. “Jeannette, Diane, or Geneva. Please choose the one that would amuse you this evening.”

Tony smiled. “Jeannette is a very beautiful woman.”

“Yes she is.” Devon said. He raised his wrist. “Jeannette, please come to the Conference room.”

“Yes Master.” Jeannette’s voice came from the speaker. 

In a minute she entered and knelt before his chair. “You wished to see me Master?”

“I would like you to attend to Tony tonight. He’s our guest, and I hoped you would be willing to entertain him.”

“Yes Master.” Jeannette answered. She waited a moment and then rose and walked to Tony’s chair and knelt beside it. “If there is anything you would like, another drink perhaps, please let me know sir.”

Frank frowned at this. Tony indicated he was fine, and after a moment said. “Well Devon, I guess that covers the points of my interest. I’ll be around to watch the training and smooth any problems over. Just let me know if you need anything.” He stood and Jeannette followed him out of the room. 

Turning to Michael, Devon said. “Same question, only I have two slaves left, and the trainers of course.” 

Michael considered for only a moment. “Geneva is a lovely young lady, I think I’d like to spend some time with her.” 

Devon nodded, and again the routine with the Watch was repeated. When Geneva arrived she knelt before Devon and he began to explain. “Geneva, this is Michael, he’s one of the VIP’s as you know. He’s asked for you to attend him.” Devon didn’t wait for the answer he knew would be affirmative. He turned to Michael. “There is one thing with Geneva. She broke her nose not too long ago, and it’s still tender. Please be gentle and understanding with that.”

“Of course Devon.” Michael said with a tension that belied his apparent calm. He was looking forward to sampling Geneva’s talents; he wanted to see if the rumors were true. 

Geneva rose and walked to Michael’s chair and knelt beside it. “Anything you need sir, please don’t hesitate to ask.” 

Michael indicated that he too was ready to retire, and Geneva followed him out of the room. 

Devon sipped his drink and turned to Frank. “If you change your mind, anytime this week, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

Frank shifted uncomfortably. “Honestly Devon, I’ve never been real comfortable in this business. I’ve told myself they were actors, and did these things for the film, and for the money. However, that can’t be said of what just happened can it?”

“No.” Devon agreed. “You can’t say she’s an actress, nor am I. However the why she did it is very different. She did it because she enjoys this life, this lifestyle. To our way of thinking, she’s entertaining a guest, who is important to me, her Master, so she’s serving me, us.” Devon said waving a hand.

“I don’t understand.” Frank admitted. 

Devon considered. “The Astronauts. They don’t get paid much money, not for the risk they undertake. Imagine sitting on top of two hundred million pounds of explosives, with a million moving parts, all built by the lowest bidder.” Devon grinned at the old joke. “Yet they all volunteer. In fact, there are long lists of people who want to do just that job. If you ask them, is the job worth the risks, considering the Government Salaries they receive, they tell you that they love their work, and wouldn’t do anything else if they could.”

Frank nodded. “So they are chasing dreams, and your slaves, are they chasing a dream?”

Devon shook his head. “No, they’re living it. Just like the Astronauts, they are living their dreams.”

Jeannette followed Tony into the guest room and then knelt before his chair and waited. Tony sat down and looked at her. “You don’t mind this?”

“No sir. It’s a pleasure to serve Master.”

Tony looked hard at her. “What drugs do they put you on? In California, the girls who don’t mind are usually pretty stoned. You don’t look stoned.”

Jeannette’s eyes flashed for a moment, and then she smiled. “Sir, to a slave, especially the house slaves, that is very insulting. Our rules are inviolate. There are no drugs other than by prescription. No mind-altering substance is allowed. Prescription drugs are used to heal, or treat, never to alter.” 

“So you found that insulting?” Tony asked smugly.

“Sir, you must understand something. I am a slave, by choice. By my own free choice. I have rights here, in this house. I am living the way I want to, without any coercion, or threat.” Jeannette looked him right in the eye. “By asking what kind of drugs I’m using, you’re telling me I don’t care what the rules are, and I’m living a lie. It’s insulting to me, and to Master. I can tolerate any insult to me, but insulting Master is not something I would easily tolerate.”

“Adam told me that you all honestly love this place, and these people.” Tony said to change the subject slightly.

“Of course, a slave should love, and obey Master, out of love.” Jeannette said easily. 

“So what is the catch?” Tony asked.

Jeannette raised an eyebrow. She drew in a deep breath. “Sir, you don’t believe, despite being here all day.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

Tony shook his head. “Great set up, but you’re right, I don’t believe it.” 

Jeannette shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry Sir. I can’t do anything to convince you. You have lived your life among the phonies, and have become too cynical to believe that anything is genuine, or true.” She looked at him. “Why don’t we fuck, and leave your doubts alone for now.”

Tony chuckled and sighed “Whatever, blow me sweetie.”

Jeannette had an evil grin as she moved forward. She had decided to blow him, his cock, and his mind. She’d get him to pop his cork, and leave him wondering what else she could do, since he’d only have her mouth tonight. She resolved also to speak to the slaves, these Hollywood folks were really annoying about their disbelief. Frankly, they were insulting, and the Slaves needed to remain submissive, even when being insulted. 

Geneva was doing much the same thing, after a similar conversation. Michael wasn’t as doubtful; he’d been here before. However, she couldn’t give him the great demonstration of oral sex she wanted to. Her nose was still tender, and while it was fine most of the time, it would cause a painful reaction if she bumped it sucking his cock. 

Once he was hard, she found her own sex wet, and willing. The training always worked she thought. All you have to do is tell me I’m going to fuck, and the training kicks in. I start to lubricate and next thing you know my pussy is open and waiting for a cock. She slid her mouth up and then licked down along the underside grinning at Michael. 

“That’s pretty damn good Geneva, even with your nose hurt.” Michael said with some strain in his voice. 

“Perhaps I can show you want else we’re good at.” Geneva said as she stood and straddled Michael’s cock. She lined his cock up at her entrance, and slid herself down on his length. “Oh, that’s so nice.” She cooed. 

Tony had never gotten a blowjob like this. It was stupendous. It was really amazing. Jeannette was a miracle. She licked, suckled, teased, and did things with her tongue that he’d never felt before. Whatever these people were, she was amazing. He grunted as he came, and she swallowed his sperm quickly and efficiently. She seemed to enjoy giving him this pleasure. Well, she was probably a good actress is all. 

Geneva was riding Michael’s cock and pinching her own nipples as she talked to him. She had realized early that he liked to hear her praise him, and with him sitting there while she did the riding, there wasn’t much for him to screw up. She continued to talk dirty to him. “Oh God, that feels so good. Your cock is wonderful.” Well it was hard, and it wasn’t a toothpick, so it was fairly nice. 

Michael reached out and grabbed her hips, the slut was ready to come again, and as she did, she squeezed him and bucked in his lap. It was a real orgasm, he felt her getting wetter, and then he came. 

After cleaning him up, Geneva realized something. She didn’t want to stay with him tonight. She would if he indicated a desire, but really, he was a phony, and while she showed him a good time, he was not a Master, and certainly not her Master. “Would there be anything else sir?” 

“No, I guess not.” Michael said. “I’m a little tired from the trip.” 

“Sir, I have some other chores to attend to, if it’s all right, I’ll leave you to sleep sir.” Geneva said almost holding her breath. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 27



“Sure, no problem.” Michael said as he lay back on the bed. “Good night Geneva, and thank you.” 

“Thank you sir, and sweet dreams.” Geneva said as she got up and moved towards the door. In the hallway, she glanced to make sure the other doors were closed, and then she headed for the stairs. 

In the staff wing, she found Jeannette in her room, listening to her radio. Geneva stopped and stepped in. “Jeannette, I think I was bad.” 

“What’s up?” Jeannette asked. 

Geneva told her and then sat on the chair. “I just didn’t want to stay there, if he had asked, or insisted, I would have but I came up with a lame excuse and dodged him.” 

Jeannette looked sympathetic. “I know, I kind of cheated too.” 

“You?” Geneva asked surprised.

“Yeah, I blew him using station twelve, and left him wondering what else we could do.” Jeannette said. “I knew when I started he’d never last using that.” 

‘I guess we don’t like them much.” Geneva said. “Why?” 

“They aren’t Masters, and they think all we are is our pussies.” Jeannette said with an edge to her voice. “It’s insulting as hell. You’re a great medic and a damn fine person. You care about people and animals. Crystal is a great kid, and becoming a great slave. Diane is a fabulous organizer, and really something special in an administrative role.” Jeannette said with an edge to her voice. “None of us are merely life support systems for out cunts.” 

Geneva nodded and hug her knees for a minute. “That’s exactly what he made me feel like.” She looked at Jeannette. “Why is Master so much better?”

“Because Master knows us, knows our hearts, and appreciates us, all of us. Not just our cunts.” Jeannette nearly spat the word cunt. “Sometimes, serving Master means you tolerate someone who doesn’t understand you.” 

“Are we in trouble?” Geneva asked.

Jeannette shook her head. “Master understands. Just try and be tolerant, these people are going to be the mothers of all squares.” 

Geneva chuckled. “Yeah. It’s going to be a long week isn’t it?” 

“Yeah.” Jeannette said. “I’ll talk to Master Devon, and tell him what we did, I’m sure he’ll understand. Besides, we did manage to get them to pop their corks right?” 

Geneva nodded. “OK.” She stood and headed for the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

Jeannette lay down and closed her eyes. She didn’t feel guilty, she just didn’t like the squares is all. 

Devon listened to the report in the morning and frowned. “I understand the reason, but tell Geneva, tell all of them. I know this is hard, and I know they’re squares and phonies. I also know you’re better than that. I know that each of you is a slave at heart, and serving Master doesn’t mean doing things you like, it means doing things that Master wants you to. Doing them to the best of your ability. Is that understood Jeannette?” 

Jeannette hung her head. “Yes Master.” 

“Jeannette, there will be no punishment this time. However, when I give you an assignment, when I give an assignment to any of the slaves, I expect the slave to do more than go through the motions, I expect them to put their hearts into whatever I tell them to do.” Devon continued. “No task is too small, and no task is too large for a slave.” 

“Yes Master.” 

Devon relaxed a bit. “That is now finished business, and to demonstrate my understanding of the difficulties, tell the slaves this. If they behave properly this week, while all the squares are here, I will give each of you a spin on the table in reward.” 

Jeannette smiled. “I understand Master.” The carrot was big, and it was tasty, and it would be earned. She was sure of that. 

“That’s it Jeannette, get them up and moving.” 

Jeannette woke the slaves and sent Diane ahead with Crystal, and then spoke quickly to Geneva telling her what Master Devon had said. Geneva sighed and nodded her head. “Right, I got it. Don’t hold back, don’t make excuses.” 

Diane and Crystal were off the toilets when Jeannette walked into the bathroom to start the morning routine. In the shower she told them of the carrot. “Master said if we behave, and it’s going to be trying this week, we’ll all get a spin on the table in reward for our good behavior.” 

Geneva blinked and then grinned. She was forgiven her mistake, and she was being offered the best torture on earth in reward. “Best behavior, got it.” 

“Count me in.” Diane agreed.

The first actors began to arrive just before lunch, and the slaves took them to their rooms and then gave them a tour showing them the areas that were to be used. 

Josh and Diane were in the kitchen, working on meals, and upping the number of prepared servings as more and more actors arrived. All eight had arrived before dinner, and Devon held the first orientation meeting in the Conference room. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to officially welcome you to the Vassal Academy. I understand that in the movie, the term is to be Bondage Academy, but this is the actual academy. The people who work here, they live as dominants, and submissives. They are far more accomplished than you will probably know during this week.” He gestured towards the trainers who sat along the wall. “The trainers you see there are among the best in the world. They are here to help you pretend, and that is the key, pretend to be submissive, or dominant, depending upon your roles.” 

John Stone raised a hand, and when eyes turned his way he spoke. “So they’re our acting coaches?” 

“Something like that Mr. Stone. Or do you mind if we call you John?” He got a shrug indicating that John didn’t mind. “We’ll use all of your first names, unless you object. We go by our first names, I am Devon, and that is Rebecca, Thomas, Andre and Ann.” He pointed to each in turn, and they bowed their heads as they were introduced. “The slaves are house slaves, they literally live as our servants, our slaves, every hour of every day.”

Some of the actors glanced uncomfortably at the group along the wall. Devon continued before the actors could object. “They will demonstrate for you, and assist you in behaving like true Dominants, and Submissives. Most of you have met Ann, and Diane, and know they are quite impressive.” 

This got murmurs of agreement, and some of the Actresses looked uncomfortable. Lisa raised her hand. “Are we going to be expected to fuck for free? On command no less?” 

Devon looked at her and shook his head. “No. As I said. You are actors, and we wouldn’t try and teach you something you won’t learn, and true submission is out of the question for all of you. You’re too jaded, too cynical, and far too selfish to be a slave.” 

Lisa narrowed her eyes at Devon and almost spoke out before glancing at the Director. Devon let the moment pass, and continued. “You will find we are terribly blunt here, but that is our lives, and this is our home. I will ask you for simple common courtesies that we will return. First, treat my staff with respect, all of them. The slaves are not your slaves, they are ours. They will attempt to assist you, and they will agree to reasonable requests. They will object to orders which violate our hard rules.” 

“Those are?” John Stone asked smugly.

Devon outlined them and then said. “Those practices, including the drugs, do not happen here, ever. Merely suggesting one of those will result in our asking, politely, for you to leave. If you violate one of our rules, or propose such a violation, expect me to ask you to leave. I understand that will also jeopardize your part in this movie. I don’t care. I do care about my staff, and my Academy, and it’s reputation. I will not allow those to be harmed, period.” 

He looked at each person in turn and then continued. “Our Chef has spoken to the Producer and the Director. You will find the food quite good, but any requests, or requirements you may have we need to know about right now. Don’t tell me you need a certain amount of Wheat Germ or some sort of nonsense. The food is healthy, and quite filling. You will not be eating what the slaves normally eat. You will be eating what my trainers eat.” He looked at them in turn. “We have a week together my friends, and if we all agree to work together, this week will pass quickly, and you’ll learn a great deal. If you fight us, the week will seem intolerably long, and we are much better at tolerating it.” 

“If you think you’re going to be whipping the shit out of me, you’re crazy.” Lisa objected finally.

Devon smiled disarmingly. “We aren’t going to use corporal punishment on you. The only time we’ll make physical contact is when we are adjusting you to a proper position, or other technique. That will at most sting very slightly.”

The meeting broke up and the wannabe slaves and Masters were shown to the second, or slave dining room. “You’ll eat here, with us.” Jeannette began. “We get the bowls, you get the trays with the plates.” 

The actors took the trays and sat down. There was juice and a well laid out plate of food, a small salad, and fruit for desert. Roasted Chicken with wild rice and steamed fresh snap beans were on the plate. Each plate also had two rolls. The slaves had a single slice of bread, and the food in the bowl was similar, but it was all mixed together and looked like refugee specials. 

The slaves dug in, all eating quickly, the actors tasted, and then began eating in earnest. The food really was very good. Josh came in and ate his bowl, with the slaves. Jeannette resolved to spread the slaves out, so they could mix with the actors more. She began to talk. “OK, Lisa, you and Kristy are in Ballet two after dinner. Diane will go with you. John, you and Will are with me and Master Devon in central.” She passed out the rest of the assignments. Concluding with. “These classes are going to be short, more to give you an idea how things will run for the week.” 

Crystal finished her bowl and said. “OK, When you are done.” She pointed to Denise and Elaine. “You are coming with me to Oral arts. I’m going to be demonstrating station eight, and if you think you’d like to try, then I’d suggest that you try your mouths at an easier station.” 

Elaine smiled at the young woman. Turning to Denise she shrugged and said. “I guess we’re training together.” 

“For now.” Jeannette clarified. “We’re going to be mixing it up some. Master Thomas will be in Oral Arts. Mistress Rebecca and Ann will be teaching Ballet.” She turned to John and Will. “If you’re done Gentlemen, please follow me.” 

They put their trays up and followed Jeannette. In the Central Area, they found Devon waiting for them. “Ok John, Will, we’re going to teach you how to appear in command of a situation. Mostly, it’s presence. You either have the command style, or you don’t. First, don’t look around, you’re not looking for someone to approve of what you’re doing.” 

John snapped his head back to Devon. “Right. Sorry.” 

“Will, stand up straight. That will be covered in Ballet tomorrow, but for now, know that no one in command ever slouches.” Devon turned and said. “I’m going to give Jeannette some commands, and she will obey. I want you to see what I do, and how it’s done. You’ll see similar techniques from all the Trainers, they are Dominants and behave as such.” 

Jeannette knelt on command, and opened her mouth on command. She spread her legs, and rolled over to present her cunt for fucking. 

In Ballet, Ann was doing similar demonstrations with Diane. “You can see how gracefully she moves from one position to the next. You can see how much practice she’s put into this, and you can imagine how hard it was right?”

Lisa nodded. “We saw this in LA though.” 

Ann nodded. “Now, you’re not being shocked by it. Notice the details we’ve put into her training. First, let’s try walking. We call it the Slave Glide, you see she doesn’t bounce, or be bop across the floor, she glides.” Ann pointed out the steps. “Not little baby steps, but not marching. She’s not running a marathon, she’s moving with purpose, and grace.” 

Lisa tried and Ann shook her head. “No, try it as though you’re not putting on a show for an audience. Don’t try and wiggle your ass, it will get enough attention.” 

Lisa tried again and this time Ann tapped her with the cane. “Take longer steps. You’re too accustomed to wearing heels. You’re not in heels right now.” 

Kristy tried next and got similar corrections. Diane worked with Lisa, showing her how to extend the neck, while holding the head steady. She gently touched areas that needed correction. 

After an hour. Ann glanced at the clock and nodded. “Ladies, that’s enough for now. Let’s call it a night. We begin in the morning, at 6:45. You will be woken by one of us, and have one hour for ablutions and then Breakfast is served.” 

“So it’s lights out now” Lisa asked snidely.

Ann smiled at her. “Only if you want. I’d suggest that you do in fact, get some sleep. The morning comes early, and the days are very long.” 

Diane knelt and waited. Ann started for the door. “Come on Diane, we’ll go to bed, even if they are too smart to sleep during the training.” 

“Yes Mistress.” Diane said as she stood. She headed for the door leaving two very confused people behind her. 

“Wait, Diane right?” Lisa asked.

Diane stopped and turned around before asking. “Yes Miss?”

“Is she serious?” Lisa asked. “Does she really expect us to sleep now?”

“Mistress Ann is always serious.” Diane said. “We will wake you on time, and we will have a full day of training. If you’re not tired tonight. I can promise you that tomorrow night, you will be.” 

Lisa looked at Kristy and shrugged. “When’s the last time you crashed this early?”

“Shit, not since high school.” Kristy grumped. “When in Rome I guess.” 

“Do as the Romanians.” Diane finished. “Sorry, it’s something that Master Andre likes to say.” 

Lisa chuckled. “So you really do this for a living?” 

“Yes Miss.” Diane answered. “I do.” She glanced over her shoulder and then stepped a bit closer. “Lisa, Kristy, please understand. This is our lives. We want to help you, and give you a chance to portray slaves, and masters, on screen more accurately than we’ve seen it done.”

Lisa looked at Diane. “How do you do it? How do you prance around at their beck and call all day every day?” She shook her head. “I’d shit a brick if someone told me to do that kind of thing.”

Diane nodded. “You’re not a slave at heart. I am. We are.” She shrugged. “I couldn’t do what you do. I couldn’t live like you do. This is right for me, and as we believe, you have to do what is right for you.” 

“Strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” Kristy admitted. “I’ve done a bondage film, and a bunch of other porn, and never before have they wanted me to kneel and pretend to be submissive. They just tied me up and fucked away.” 

“I saw that movie.” Diane said. “That’s the popular vision of what we do. It’s so much more. So much more wonderful, and so much harder.” 

Kristy shrugged and said. “Well I guess we should get some sleep.”

“Good luck.” Lisa grumped.

Elaine was standing next to Thomas as Crystal and Denise worked on the stations. Crystal had gotten task complete on station eight, and Denise was working on station one. Finally she sat back and grumped. “Why am I doing this again?”

“So you understand how the system really works, so you can do a better job in the movie.” Thomas explained, for the third time. 

“It’s sort of like a video game.” Crystal said from down the room. “You just have to play the game and get the green lights until you beat the game.” 

Elaine turned to Thomas. “So teaching this skill is nothing more than just letting the computer do the work?”

Thomas shook his head. “Nope. I’m going to show you.  Denise, please move aside.” 

Thomas moved to the station. “The trick to these stations, is to love Master, or in this case, Mistress, and understand that this tool is training you to serve them.” He smiled at her. “Perhaps I should say that the trick to this for you will be the sincere desire to bring pleasure to your mate.” 

Denise watched as Thomas quickly and efficiently got green lights one after another. She looked at Elaine, and then Denise and shook her head in surprise. “I thought he was the Master.”

Crystal smiled. “He is, all the Master’s know how to get the stations. They know every skill and talent that they train us for.” She looked a tad superior as she said. “He is definitely the Master.” 

Thomas sat back and smiled at the screen. “Well, task complete. I forgot my stopwatch so I don’t know if I broke my record.” 

Denise who was now angry at being beaten and didn’t like the humiliated feeling that was sitting like a lump in her stomach. “So you can get station one. So what.” 

Thomas glanced at her with annoyance pricking on his face. He quickly calmed himself and stood up and walked to the far end of the room. He gave a glance at Crystal, who had shifted and was now in a perfect representation of slave kneel. Thomas knelt before station twelve. 

Elaine couldn’t help her jaw opening a bit as she watched Thomas begin to work Station twelve. Green lights flashed as he accomplished the tasks. Denise stared in horror at the thought that she would be expected to do that too. Thomas took the entire length of the dildo into his mouth, his throat swelling notably. 

Crystal spoke. “Master Thomas is fully qualified at all of these stations.” She raised her head slightly. “You should know that they have passed ballet, they have passed massage, oral, and every other subject. That’s why they teach it.” She glanced at Master Thomas. “I wouldn’t call him on anything else. I wouldn’t assume that anyone here is asking you to do something we don’t or haven’t done.”

Thomas slid back off the plastic cock and then stood. “I didn’t bother getting task complete, I could easily. However, you now know that I know what I ‘m doing don’t you Denise?” 

She nodded her head. “I’m sorry.” 

Thomas shrugged. “In this world. There are thousands of people you’ve probably come in contact who tell you to do something they have no first hand experience with. That doesn’t happen here. Anything you are told, we have done, personally.” 

Denise nodded as she looked past Thomas at the monster number 12. “Yeah.” 

Thomas took a breath and said. “Ladies, it’s getting on to our normal lights out time. For you that means that there is no more training, and you’re free to get some sleep. Please enjoy the rest of your evening and we’ll see you in the morning.” 

Elaine hung out for a moment while Denise headed for the hall. “Master Thomas, that was an impressive display.” 

Thomas smiled. “Do you think she got the message?”

“Absolutely.” Elaine said and turned to go. “I believe I’ll try and get some sleep. I have a hunch that tomorrow will be a rather long day.”

“Good night Elaine.”

“Good night Thomas.” She said as she exited the room. Thomas and Crystal wiped down all the stations that had been used, sanitizing them for the next class, and then they headed upstairs to get some sleep too. Tomorrow would be a long day.

Josh was up at the same time as Chef, but he was still upstairs. His room wasn’t ready, and wouldn’t be for another several days after the actors left. He showered and dressed and headed down to the Kitchen. Chef was setting the bacon out and bade him good morning.

They started to work as the rest of the house was getting up. Jeannette got the assignments, and glanced down the hallway. Diane had the rest of the slaves up and Jeannette sent them off to the training wing. Get the actors up, and then return to shower up here. 

The three knocked on every door in use, answering the shouted objections with. “It’s morning, time to get moving. Come on, we have lots to do today.” 

A few were headed towards the bathroom as the girls dashed off to do their own morning routines. Half of the actors were at breakfast at seven thirty. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 27



Jeannette smiled. “OK, those of you here, get first classes. Mistress Rebecca will be teaching you Elaine, Will, Master Thomas will be demonstrating how to coach oral arts with Diane. Kristy, you’re with Master Andre and he’s going to be teaching you how to endure bondage, for real.” Jeannette turned to the fourth. “John, Master Devon is going to attend to the other students, while you and I practice your technique in commanding a slave.” 

The slaves were already done eating and waited for the actors. 

Devon finished his breakfast and got the report from Geneva on who was at Breakfast before heading upstairs. He knocked on Lisa’s door first. She bellowed her answer. “What for God’s sakes.” 

He opened the door and found her laying in bed. “You’ve missed your fist class today, you’ve also missed breakfast. One more class, and we’ll show you as a failure, and as I understand it, you’ll be out of the movie.”

Lisa glared at him. “Shit.” 

Devon shrugged. “It’s hard work acting. I understand you want to be in more mainstream, Hollywood productions?”

“Who doesn’t?” Lisa grumped as she sat up. 

“I don’t.” Devon said. “Get cleaned up and meet me in the central area. I’ll try and squeeze a class of some sort in. Then we can say you were a tad tardy, but hadn’t missed a class after all.” 

Lisa rubbed red-rimmed eyes. Devon moved to the next door. He knocked loudly and entered and replayed the scene three more times. 

In the central area an hour later, four chairs were waiting for the actors. Geneva knelt and waited while Master Devon stood before the actors. “Discipline.” He began. “Discipline is the way we do things we don’t want to. Like you, I don’t want to get up at the crack of dawn. As the head of this facility, I could theoretically move the hours back, but I don’t. because doing things I don’t want to is what discipline is all about.” 

Devon then ran Geneva through her paces, and finished the class early. “As you can see Geneva has used this discipline to complete her training in phase one, and two, and is not too far from becoming fully qualified. This is her goal. This is her life. “

Frank the Producer stood nearby where the actors could see him and he appeared to have a small frown on his face. Devon had explained that they couldn’t punish the actors, the only punishment was that they might not be in the film. So the threat of that was all they had to work with. 

John Stone stood holding the cane and said. “OK, so I should use the cane like a prop?”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, try and act imperious, like the cane is a natural part of you.”

Jeannette stood off to the side. “John, the cane is pointer, and correction tool. It stings the slave, perhaps leaving a welt, depending on how hard you swing it.” She took her dress off and laid it down. “To get you used to that, please give me ten with the cane, I’ll correct your power and spread as we go.” 

John blinked and turned to Tony looking the question. Tony shrugged and waved at Jeannette. 

Elaine was advised on how to stride more and look more Dominant. Rebecca told her after she entered the class. “There isn’t going to be much I can teach you, you’re essentially doing most of it naturally.” However, Elaine quickly found out that she did have some things to learn. 

Kristy was bound quickly and efficiently, and almost immediately realized that the movie bondage she’d done before was playtime. She couldn’t move. Before, she always pulled the ropes tight, and made it look like she was struggling. Now, she was chained to a table, fully clothed of course, and really couldn’t move. Panic started to set in and Andre spoke when he saw it. “Relax Kristy, you’re perfectly safe. If you say to release you, I will. Now that you know what Bondage really is, you’ll be able to help them do it for the movie won’t you?”

Kristy felt her panic start to subside. She nodded. “Yeah. I guess so. I thought I’d done it before. This is scary as hell.” 

“You feel the difference.” Andre turned on a TV and started a movie playing. It was already cued to the scene that Kristy was most famous for. “You see, the ropes are loose, obviously loose. Everyone can see it.”

Kristy watched, and suddenly realized how phony the scene looked. She opened her mouth and then looked at Andre. “You knew all along that it wasn’t done right?”

Andre shrugged. “Yes. I know when someone is doing it right, and when they aren’t.” He stopped the movie with a button, and then turned the small TV off. “You feel the difference. The bindings are tight, but not so tight to restrict blood flow.” Andre highlighted the differences, never once moving a hand towards her personal area. As he finished he asked. “How do you feel?”

“Really helpless, and really vulnerable.” Kristy admitted after a moment. 

“That’s the way you’re supposed to feel in Bondage, and when you feel that way, it shows on your face, and you’ll be a star in the movie.” Andre said smiling. He released her and then began to describe the bondage tricks that she could use in the movie. “You can’t fake fear, it’s in the eyes, and it’s in the tension around your mouth. Right now, I can tell you’re only a little frightened. A slave normally feels that, and also feels a strange sense of comfort in the bindings, at the same time.” Andre said to Kristy’s confused expression.

Kristy listened, and wondered how many people had been tied up, bound, whatever, by him. He was cute, and he had a sort of power aura around him. He was also gentle, and reassuring at the same time. She felt sort of safe around him, which was weird. 

As he released her, he was careful to keep away from her personal areas, showing great deference towards her. Andre said. “Kristy, you’ve had a door opened today, and you now know a great deal more than you did when you arrived.” He smiled genially. “Now, when you do your bondage scene in the movie, people all over will see how good you really are, and will credit your acting abilities. In reality, all you’ll be doing, is a scene in which you let your natural emotions and desires out.” 

Kristy bit her lip at that. When she was bound, she was getting warm. She was afraid he’d notice, and take advantage of the situation. As she started up the stairs, she couldn’t shake something else, the image in her mind of his hand roaming across her body, touching where he wanted, and her being utterly powerless to stop him or object. 

Lunch was next, and the slaves ate quickly, they had chores that needed tending to. They would clean the sleeping areas, but not make the beds. That had been decided early. This was not a hotel, and they would not be making the actors beds. If they wanted them made, they would have to make them, which meant getting up in the morning like they were supposed to. 

Afternoon classes consisted of demonstrations again. In the central area the large TV from the dayroom had been set up. Devon and the trainers began to describe what was wrong with the Bondage films that were considered “hits” and they were merciless. 

“This whipping is insulting.” Rebecca continued. “They’ve been flogging this girl for five minutes, and while she writhes, gasps, and moans quite convincingly, there isn’t even a hint of pink on her back much less any marks that would bring out that kind of response.” 

Devon stepped in as the scene changed. “Notice how this notional slave is really the one in charge? There isn’t any doubt. Anyone watching this, and that means anyone who would watch your movie, can see that the notional slave is giving approval of the flogging, each blow is accepted and approved as to power. That is not a Dominant or Submissive scene. That is actors portraying something they don’t understand.” 

Devon called John Stone up and Jeannette, the only slave who was there stood quickly. “John, I know Jeannette explained the proper way to cane a slave this morning. Let’s show the rest of them how it’s done.” 

John glanced at Tony and got a small nod. He took the cane and found Jeanette waiting as she had this morning. He bit his lip, and started to strike her, as he had this morning, only softer. Jeannette pointed this out quickly. “Sir, you’re not using the speed or power you did before. More arm, more wrist.” 

John blushed crimson and swung harder. Jeannette said this was as he had done before. Devon started to talk to the class. “As you can see, his first instinct was to hold back. That demonstrates that John, while he’s acting as a Dominant, is not truly one. He does not know his subject, as a Dominant does.” 

Devon spoke into his watch and called Diane who came hustling down the steps in reply to the Radio call. Diane stopped and knelt before him. “Yes Master, you summoned me?”

“Elaine, would you please conduct the next demonstration, with Diane here as your subject?” Devon offered. Diane complied by standing and removing her dress as Jeannette had done before. She assumed the standing punishment position, and prepared to accept Master’s will. 

Elaine stood and walked to the front. She accepted the reed cane, and swung it a couple times. “Yes, nice flexible cane. It should hurt.” She began to swat Diane without any warm up and left ten nice welts across her ass and down her thighs. 

Diane had tears in her eyes and she turned around. There was also something else, a sense of worship, or of submission towards Elaine as Diane knelt and spoke the words of thanks for the punishment. 

“That’s all for now Diane, please return to your chores.” Devon said.

“Yes Master, thank you master.” Diane said and after spending only a moment to put her dress back on, turned and headed up the stairs in a flash.

After she’d turned the corner, Devon pulled a stool over and sat on it. He pointed to Will who would play a Dominant in the movie. “What did you notice about Diane, after she was caned?”

Will swallowed hard. “She was crying.” 

“Yes, anything else, anyone else?” Devon glanced at Elaine and shook his head. He suspected that she knew the answer, but didn’t want her to give it yet. 

Kristy raised her hand. “She was thankful.”

Devon nodded. “She was.” 

“She said the words, but hell, that’s crap.” John Stone said in his normal brash manner from his chair.

“No, it was on her face. She was really thankful. Perhaps even, loving towards Elaine.” Kristy said.

“She’s nuts.” John said as he dismissively waved his hand.

Kristy looked at Devon and asked the question she had to. “Why?”

“She’s a slave. She loves us, the Masters, and knows we love her. She knows what work we are doing, and what she helps us do. She knows that she was chosen, because she is a good slave, and she does appreciate a good caning, a good flogging, or even a good whipping. The sting makes you feel alive.” Devon explained. “There’s more to it, but you have to experience it.” 

Kristy didn’t nod, nor did she shake her head. She sat thoughtfully. 

Stone shook his head. “She’s nuts. I said it before, and I’ll say it again.” 

Devon shrugged. “She wouldn’t look at you that way. Elaine handled it very well, exactly as a Dominant should.” Glancing at Ann who sat with a smug smile he said. “Exactly as Mistress Ann predicted, she would need very little training.” 

Elaine returned to her chair and next up was Lisa. “Lisa, I think you’re slated for an anal scene, and a threesome is that correct?” Devon asked.

“Yeah.” Lisa said. 

Devon brought up her last video on the screen and described the things she could do better, if she did the scene as a slave. One of the most obvious to the trainers, was the lack of excitement in the activity. 

Lisa was disdainful of the advice. “Look, I don’t mind Anal, but no one gets off on it. Not like you are saying.” 

“Master Andre, please take Jeannette, and Lisa to Anal training. Demonstrate the proper techniques if you would please.” Devon answered casually. 

Andre stood and didn’t have to gesture to Jeannette, she was right behind him, and Kristy and Elaine were perhaps the only ones who noticed, Jeannette gave off an air of excitement. Kristy watched Jeannette walk away, and when Jeannette and Lisa had followed Andre around the corner and out of sight. Kristy turned and found that Elaine was looking at her and smiling. 

Devon moved to the scenes that were to take place in the home. “Edward, you’re going to play the Dominant Husband or Lover in this movie. What that means is you’re going to be more loving, less strict. That’s fairly easy to handle, just allow the scenes to develop. We can arrange some rehearsal time with the Director and some of the staff. To give you an idea of how to handle the situation.” 

Devon glanced at his watch. “For the rest of you, I believe you have the general idea of what kind of authenticity we believe is possible.” He glanced at them and realized they were already weary, and wanted a break. “Let’s take a break, and afterwards, when you’re feeling more refreshed, please feel free to come to the staff and see us. Any of us, we’ll answer your questions and demonstrate any technique you wish.” 

Jeannette was squirming in the Anal training room. She was smiling hugely as she looked over her shoulder at Master Andre who had just given her the command she wanted. Slave Ass had her opening herself, relaxing, awaiting his attentions. 

Lisa blinked at Jeannette’s response and almost spoke. She was surprised a second later when Andre wiped some lubricant on himself almost causally and then thrust deeply into Jeannette. “Wait a minute, she’s ready?” 

Andre started to speak. “Yes, Jeannette prepares herself on command.” He shifted and fucked deeply into Jeannette as he explained. “Slaves are trained to associate pleasure with those commands. Like Pavlov and his dogs, we’re trained to respond to the command.” 

Devon entered the room and glanced at the activity before continuing. “Lisa, do you see the excitement in her eyes, her actions? She’s not acting. She really loves this attention. I could call Diane down, and she would have the same response.” 

Lisa shook her head. “It’s impossible. It doesn’t feel good.” 

“You weren’t trained how to enjoy it. Like Caviar, it’s an acquired taste. You have to learn how to enjoy it.” Devon said simply. “You’re reluctance becomes apparent on camera, you do the actions, but someone who does enjoy it, and we are not alone in that, can tell you don’t.” 

Jeannette was ready, and began to beg. “Please Master, please let me come. Oh God, it feels so good.” 

Lisa lowered her head to be sure, no Jeannette wasn’t rubbing her clit. She was ready to climax? How?

Andre smacked her ass hard and said. “Needy slave. Very well, you may. Come for me now slave.” 

Jeannette did. Lisa shook her head. “She’s acting, she’s good, but it’s an act.” 

Devon walked to the couple and said. “Andre withdraw.” 

Andre did. Devon stuck two fingers in Jeannette’s cunt and withdrew them. He held them up for inspection. “She’s awful wet for an act.”

Lisa shook her head. “She wasn’t working her clit, she couldn’t have.” 

“Jeannette, come for me now.” Devon said.

Jeannette did, mewing softly. Devon wiped his hand along her cunt and got more fluids on his hand. He said. “We’ve been taught how to do that, on command. Jeannette can’t without permission.” 

“That’s bullshit.” Lisa said turning for the door. “I’ve seen enough.”

“One more thing?” Devon asked casually. “I’d like you to see one more thing.” 

Andre was grinning, knowing what was about to come, literally. Lisa turned around and looked smugly at him. “More acting lessons?”

“Andre, come for me now.” Devon said simply. Lisa’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head as his cock started to spurt long streams of semen out. Jeannette had flipped off the table and was now kneeling before Andre, his semen landing on her breasts and chest. 

“Fuck me.” Lisa said astounded. 

Devon walked to the door. “Pretty good acting right?” 

“Wait, how did he do that?” Lisa demanded as Devon walked out to the hallway turning towards Admin. “How did you fake that?” 

Ann was explaining to Kristy why Slaves do what they do. Their motivation is impossible for a person who’s not in the life to understand. “Kristy, it’s not easy. I’ll try.” She let out a single snort of laughter. “I thought they were crazy once too.” 

“What is it about this stuff that makes them seem so happy?” Kristy asked as she sipped coffee in the Admin area. 

Ann took a breath of air, and let it out slowly. “It’s a little hard to explain. Slaves like Diane, Geneva, Jeannette, and even Crystal all have an overwhelming need. They need to be dominated. They need to be controlled, and they need someone they can give their hearts, and their minds to.” Ann shrugged. “Do you know what symbiotic means?” 

Kristy frowned. “I saw that on a Star Trek episode. The guy had a worm or something in him. He needed the worm to live, and the worm needed him.”

Ann nodded. “About right. In our case, slaves need to be given the structure, the activities we give them. They need to serve, and we need them to do what they do. We have a symbiotic relationship. We can live apart, but we’re better together.” 

Kristy sat and considered. “How do you know if you’re submissive?”

Ann glanced at her. The concern she felt wasn’t on her face, she’d learned enough to keep her facial responses under control. “You feel it. It feels natural to you to do the things you’re told to do. Obedience is somehow exactly right to you.”

Kristy nodded as she understood. “Ann, when Andre tied me up downstairs, I’ve done the bondage movies before, but it felt right somehow.” 

Ann nodded. “He’s very good.” She had already revised her opinion of Kristy. Now, she was sure that revision was correct. 

“I was a little scared, but somehow I trusted him, and just knew he wouldn’t hurt me.”

“He would, but only in a good way.” Ann answered. She had decided not to mention his tendency to take risks, as he had in her own experience. Of course, her reaction to that action would probably hold him to a more careful line.

Kristy nodded her understanding. “I think I understand.” She stood suddenly and with a quick thank you and she headed out of the area.

Ann headed to see where Devon was and found his office empty. She turned and headed towards the training area. In Oral arts, Crystal was demonstrating for three actresses the right way to kneel and approach the Master’s cock. “Remember, you love Master, so loving his cock is a wonderful thing.” 

Ann continued. She found Jeannette demonstrating advanced Ballet for the actors and Director. He kept asking Jeannette to do it again and changing his point of view to see it again. Ann realized he was planning how he was going to film the action. Ann walked to the basement and found it empty She glanced around and then headed up the stairs to the sleeping area. Geneva was with two people in the sleep training room. 

“I guess it could be barbaric.” Geneva was admitting. “It is awful. I didn’t sleep at all the first night. I only got a couple hours the second time I was in it.” She almost shuddered. “Finally, I learned to sleep quietly and without moving.” 

“Why does that matter?” Lisa asked petulantly. 

“Because if she wakes me up, I’ll be annoyed and punish her.” Ann said entering the room. “Just as any of the Master’s would be.” 

Geneva turned and faced Mistress Ann and lowered her head. “Mistress, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were there.” 

“It’s all right Geneva. You were telling them the truth. It is barbaric. It is also very effective.” Ann said casually. 

“Yes Mistress, it is quite effective.” Geneva said with a grin. 

“Fucking Barbaric.” Lisa insisted. “I’m not doing that.” 

Ann turned to her and smiled patiently. “Of course not, you’re no slave, so the effort would be wasted on you.” 

Geneva let a small grin escape her reserve. Mistress was so dismissive at times. Letting the actors know they were just actors. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 28



Chapter 28: Kristy's day as a slave.

Kristy was woken by a knocking on her door. She rose and unlocked the door to find Jeannette waiting for her. "Time huh?"

"Yes." Jeannette said. "Please go with Crystal, we'll give you anything you need." 

Crystal stood and smiled in a friendly manner. "Come on Kristy, we're going to show you a slaves life." 

After they had left, Jeannette woke the rest of the actors, and then went to see to her own morning routine. Kristy was with the slaves, really with them. She had closed the stall door in the staff bathroom, but otherwise was showering with them. 

"So you all really live together?" Kristy asked as she rinsed her hair. 

"Yeah. We do this every morning. We're family. We live, work, and play together." Diane explained as she stepped out of the shower and dried herself. "We have clothing for you." 

Kristy accepted the dress, a button down summer dress that was made of very soft cotton. "Ok, where's my underwear?" 

"We don't wear any." Geneva explained as she put her own slave dress on. "Except when instructed by Master."

Putting the dress on she looked around for hair driers or something. "No hair blower?" 

"Nope." Crystal said brushing her hair out smooth and soft. "We serve Master with our hearts, not our hair or our faces." 

"No make up either." Jeannette said. Then she started to brief the slaves. "Remember, they're guests, and no matter how insulting they are, don't react. Master has promised us all a spin on the table if we continue to behave as we have." 

"Insult me all day if you want." Geneva said. "I'm not losing the table for anyone." 

Kristy shook her head and brushed her own hair. She followed the slaves downstairs and into the kitchen. Josh was there and setting the food out. He spoke first. "Morning Jeannette. I got the message, an additional bowl for the slaves."

"Great Josh, thanks." Jeannette said taking the trays with plates and setting them on a cart. Then she pushed the cart into the dining hall Diane picked up an extra tray, with a bowl on it, obviously Jeannette's and followed carrying two trays. Everyone else got one. Kristy glanced at it and almost groaned. The plates had looked so nice. Cheese omelets, hash brown's, sausage, a biscuit, and a tall glass of orange juice. All of those items appeared to be in the bowl, but mixed together in what could only be called a mess. 

She followed with her tray to the dining hall where the other actors were filing in. Jeannette was already seated and talking. "OK, training this morning. Master Devon feels that the largest area for improvement is going to be in ballet. So all those slated to play submissives are going to go with Mistress Ann and Master Thomas to Ballet Two, which is upstairs. She's going to be working on getting you gliding, instead of strutting, slouching, or whatever you're doing now. All those slated to be dominants will be with Mistress Rebecca and Master Devon in Ballet one, downstairs." She glanced at Kristy and then said. "Only two exceptions to that. Lisa, if you wish you can have some anal training with Master Andre, he'll help get you to enjoying it." 

"Fuck that." Lisa answered.

"Then you'll be upstairs." 

Elaine knew the other exception, she could see it with Kristy. Stone asked anyway. "The other exception?"

"Kristy is going to get a taste of what Slaves do today, which is why she's getting the bowl instead of a plate." Jeannette answered. "Her schedule is already set, and if any of you want to join her, please let me know and I'll speak with Master Devon." 

The rest of the actors basically replied with variations on the answer Lisa had given.

Kristy found that the bowl was actually tasty. The chopped sausage, and potato and chopped omelet was there, and she could taste the individual elements, but it was actually pretty good. Since it was intended to be eaten, not admired, she decided that this wasn't exactly a bad thing, perhaps. 

"Lunch is at the usual time, and if you have any problems, medical I mean, please ask any staff member to call Geneva." Jeannette said. "Diane, you're in ballet two helping Mistress Ann and Master Thomas." 

"Sure Jeannette." Diane said as she finished her bowl. 

"Kristy, you're with me." Geneva said. "Unless someone needs a medic." 

The actors were the last out of the dining hall and Kristy hustled to keep up. She saw them lounging about after breakfast grumbling about the morning. All except Elane, who seemed to be amused by it all. 

Kristy followed Geneva into the central area and glanced around. Geneva glided, but with a purpose. She moved towards Admin and explained as she went. "We're going to check on a couple things in admin, and you're going to talk to Master Devon first." 

Devon was in his office, and waiting for her. Kristy entered and sat gingerly, trying to glide. She wasn't sure why she wanted to glide, but she did. "Good morning Devon, you wanted to see me?"

Devon nodded. "You're curious about this lifestyle, more so than most of the others."

Kristy bit her lip. "I just want to do a good job in the movie, I think that will give me a better chance at a regular acting career." 

Devon smiled. "Right." He glanced at the clock. "OK, I'll give you a couple choices. Do you want to spend the day doing chores with the slaves, or do you want to be trained as a true slave would be?" 

Kristy considered. The chores would the safe bet. "What kind of training?" 

"How about arousal training, this morning, we'll consider something for the afternoon." Devon said. He appeared uncomfortable for a moment. "Arousal training is usually done nude though. I'll allow you to do it dressed. We don't want you feeling uncomfortable."

Kristy shrugged. "I've been nude in a number of movies." 

Devon nodded. "I am going to give you a safe word. What that means, to us, is that play ends and the slave is terminating the lifestyle agreement. In your case, it means that the scene ends, only the event which is causing you discomfort." 

"OK." Kristy said confused.

"Come with me please." Devon said and stood. Walking to the hall he went to the Trainers office and found Andre where he was supposed to be. "Master Andre, would you be willing to teach an arousal class to Kristy?"

"Certainly Devon." Andre said and set his book down and stood up.

"Andre, if she says Orange, end the scene. Safe word is Orange." Devon said carefully and exactly.

"I understand Devon." Andre said. He turned to Kristy. "You understand, if you say the word Orange, I'll stop whatever we're doing?" 

"Yes." Kristy answered. 

Andre escorted Kristy to arousal training. The room was lit indirectly, and seemed more relaxing, more comfortable than the other classrooms she'd been in. At Andre's direction she got on the padded table, and tried to relax. He hadn't told her to strip, so she waited for it. 

"OK Kristy, normally, this is done nude, but it's not required. So we'll leave you dressed." Andre began as he pulled a stool to sit by her head, his waist below her head, and allowing his upper body to be seen easily by her. "Arousal, for a woman, is in the mind. It's not visually associated as it often is with men, but often, it's mental." Andre began. "We're going to examine your mind, and simply put, try and find things that turn you on." 

Kristy giggled a bit. She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. "I'm sorry." She said after a moment. "It's just that's not what I expected." 

Andre smiled amiably. "It's all right. Movies and books make it seem like we'll tell you to get ready, and you're to play with yourself and struggle to do that. No, we're exploring today, that's all. Just a little chat." 

Kristy nodded and settled down a bit. Andre began again. "So the question is, what do you find arousing? For some, it's an ideal. For others, an imagined activity. Geneva's favorite is a humiliating scene where she's treated like a slave. Jeannette loves to serve Master, and Diane, she imagines herself with Master Thomas." Andre said. "These are the keys to their arousal, what is yours?" 

"I don't know, the mood I guess." Kristy said after a moment. 

"The mood." Andre said softly. He absently placed one hand along her hair line, and began stroking gently. "The mood is important, especially for women." He agreed. 

Kristy felt his hand, and decided he was just trying to make her comfortable. It wasn't anywhere near her sexual zones, so why object?

"Tell me about your favorite image, the one you use when you masturbate." Andre instructed again.

Kristy looked at him shocked. "I don't." 

Andre smiled. "I do. Everyone does to my knowledge." He shrugged. "Sounds strange doesn't it? I have a house full of sexually active women, and the other trainers, all of whom would enjoy a good fuck, and once in a while I actually masturbate because I'd rather not be with one of them." 

Kristy looked away embarrassed. "I can't." 

"You can't do it? Or you can't talk about it?" Andre asked gently. "What you say here, is only between us. It may be hard to understand. However, for a slave, trusting Master with these secrets is important. Because it shows that Master has earned your trust." 

Kristy bit her lip. Then she struggled obviously. "Candles. I love candles." 

Andre nodded. "Yes, the flickering light, the glow, the warmth." He seemed to really appreciate the idea of candles. "Bodies bathed in the soft light. What a wonderful image you've chosen." Andre told her approvingly.

Andre was very good at running with whatever image was given to him by the slaves. He would not appear judgmental. If the subject of the training had said their favorite image was their archenemy being tarred and feathered, Andre would agree wholeheartedly in the arousal factor in the image. 

Kristy smiled. He understood. "Yeah. The light and shadows, it's amazing." 

Andre nodded. "So in your fantasy, there are candles lighting the room. Sorry, a bed, or perhaps a rug before a fire? A sheepskin, or bearskin rug?" 

"Both, I've imagined both." Kristy admitted. She licked her lips, and felt a warmth begin to grow within her. 

"I love the fire image myself." Andre said with a distance to his voice, as though he was even now imagining himself on the rug, arms and legs intertwined making love.

"Yeah." Kristy agreed. She could see it in her mind. A fireplace gently crackling. A dozen candles lighting the room. 

Andre watched her carefully, and saw the first signs of arousal showing. Her lips were wet. Her neck was starting to show the flush. The truth was, this is why the slaves didn't wear make up. The colors that women wore were intended to fake arousal. The flushed lips, the flushed cheeks, the sparkling eyes, all were signs of arousal. By covering it with make up, the trainers would fail to notice the first signs of arousal. 

Andre leaned a little closer and lowered his voice. "A bearskin rug beneath you, the gentle caresses of the fur against your skin." 

Kristy closed her eyes, she could almost feel it. Yeah, she knew how horrible fur was, but nothing felt like that, nothing else in the world. 

Andre caressed her jaw line, running his hand along to her hair line again, always careful to keep her calm, keep her comfortable. "This Kristy, is how you pass arousal training. You associate pleasure with the commands that we give. When we give slave cunt, part of your mind would be transported to that room, the crackling fire, the rug, the candles. The passion you feel now, would begin to bubble inside of you." 

Kristy shifted a bit, her thighs pressing together, squeezing her womanly lips. She breathed deeply and opened her eyes, and looked at Andre with lust clear in her eyes. "Andre, are you all really as good as we've been told?" 

Andre nodded. "We are." He caressed her temple.

Kristy raised an arm and placed her hand on his head. "Prove it." 

Andre smiled. Then he nodded, and lowered his head. He kissed her gently, and then with more feeling. She responded, her tongue flashing out to introduce itself to him. Andre gently and without any apparent effort undid the buttons on her dress, opening it to him, and she was surprised at how gently and easily he did it. 

Andre smiled and then kissed her neck, and slowly, gently, kissed his way down her body, his hands stroking her breast, under them, along her ribs, and then finally he shifted and lay his mouth near her sex. He kissed her thigh, and then her mons. His tongue lapped and licked, caressed and he kissed. Gently, carefully, and with attention to her pleasure, he licked her. Kristy had never in her wildest dreams imagined herself getting pleasured like this. She gripped his head, holding him in place as her first climax washed over her. Then she wanted him. He stood up, and took his sports shirt off. He lowered his pants, and then smiled at her as he gave the command to himself. 

Kristy felt him nudging her entrance, and she wanted him. He entered her slowly, gently, pushing his way into her. She arched her back instinctively, and she opened herself to him. He was big, not the largest she'd ever had, but he was big. He filled her with his cock, and then he began to gently thrust into her. His pelvis was tapping her clit each time he bottomed out. Kristy thought it was an accident at first, then it was clear it was no accident. It couldn't be an accident. He shifted and swiveled his hips, pushing into her pussy, pushing into her. The pleasure she felt was unlike anything she'd ever imagined, and her climax built, and then cascaded. 

When Andre finally came inside her, giving her that wonderful pulsing feeling inside, she was a wreck. Kristy had lost count, but she would have sworn that a dozen climaxes had just been experienced. Her legs ached, her nipples were sore, and her pussy felt like she'd been filming all day. Nothing in her experience had ever made her feel so wonderfully complete. No one had ever played her so well. His hands, his cock, his mouth, everything was used, and it all was wonderful. 

Kristy looked up at Andre, and she understood what the slaves felt. Love unlike anything. Kristy felt some of that too. Master knew her, knew her body, her desires, and her wants. "Wow, that was amazing." She said trying to re-establish some cool. 

"You're welcome." Andre said with his omnipresent smile. 

"I've never felt that before, nothing like that." Kristy gushed unable to contain herself. "My God, that was awesome." 

Andre gently brushed her hair aside, away from her face. "The act of making love is a skill, we're very good at that skill." 

"I'll say." Kristy agreed. Andre shifted, allowing his now flaccid cock to slip free from her. She felt a sense of loss as he did, as though, something had been taken from her. She shuddered at the sudden sense of being empty and groaned. She clamped her arms on him, gripping him tightly. 

Andre held her for a moment, until the feeling passed. She looked up at him with love in her eyes. "It's all right Kristy, really, you're OK." 

Nodding she tried to put it into words. "It felt like part of me left, when you pulled out." 

Andre nodded. "I understand, really. It's OK." 

Kristy bit her lip. "Can I go now?"

Andre smiled and let go of her. "Certainly. I'll go upstairs for a quick shower, and you can too if you like. Staff wing would probably be best." He caressed her shoulder and arm as he talked. "You can use my room if you want to, or another if you want some privacy." 

Kristy shook her head. "Staff wing, I'll use the bathroom I did this morning." She wanted to run away. She was falling in love with him, and his amazing cock. No, more than that. His understanding, his abilities were what attracted her. 

Kristy closed her dress and almost ran from the room. This was bad, she wasn't here to fall in love. The idea that they were all that good was too unbelievable. Oh my fucking God. If I fall in love, I'll lose my mind when I have to leave. When Jason and I broke up, I thought I would die. Jesus help me.

There were tears in her eyes as she tossed the dress aside and jumped into the shower. She couldn't fall in love, not here, not now. That was behind her. No more. 

Andre stopped in Admin and looked for Devon. He was apparently still in class. Frowning he found Geneva in the Kitchen. Pulling her aside he spoke quickly, giving her instructions, and sending her upstairs. Something was wrong with Kristy, she looked panicky at the end. Right now, Andre felt she needed a woman nearby, to help her. Geneva was good at this sort of thing. 

Geneva entered the staff bathroom and heard the shower, she headed towards the stall to make it look like she happened in to use the bathroom herself, and then stopped. Kristy was sitting on the floor in the shower, the water running over her, and she was crying as she leaned against the wall. 

Geneva leapt for her and ignored the water taking Kristy in her hands and then her arms in an embrace. Kristy was crying openly now. "Kristy, what's wrong, talk to me." 

"I love him, and I can't love him." Kristy wailed. "It's not fair. It's not fair. I love him." 

Geneva held Kristy and groaned inwardly. This was not on the schedule. "You love Andre?"

"All of them." Kristy shook her head. "They all can do things no one else can. Why didn't I run when I heard of this movie." She held Geneva tightly. "I can't fall in love. Not now I can't." 

Geneva recognized the signs of a nearly hysterical person, and realized that there were some serious and deep-seated issues that Kristy needed to deal with. Groaning as she realized the depth of commitment this was going to take, she made several decisions at once. First, get Kristy to Geneva's own room, isolated from the rest of the actors. Second, let Master know she's nearly hysterical in fear. Third, let Crystal know she's got to cover the Kitchen. "Kristy, listen to me." Geneva held her head in her hands forcing Kristy to focus on herself. "I'm going to take care of you, we all are. You're going to be fine." 

Kristy nodded. "I don't want to love Master." She cried again and shook her head. "I don't want to love them." 

"Kristy, listen to me." Geneva began again. "I'm going to help you, but you have to work with me. I can help you." 

Kristy nodded. She remained silent only softly weeping. Geneva stood her up, and then turned the water off. Taking a towel, she dried Kristy off and then herself. She tossed them aside. Glancing at her watch and groaning as she figured that the water had fried it she saw the numbers still showing. Pushing the button she said. "Master Devon." 

Devon's voice came out. "Yes Geneva?"

"Master, may I see you in the staff rooms?" Geneva said softly and she hoped vaguely enough.

Taking a slave dress, she put it on Kristy, ignoring her own wet dress, and Kristy moved listlessly holding her arms up. She was still crying as Geneva led her towards Geneva's own room. The door said Slave Geneva. Geneva pulled the covers back, and then lay Kristy down. Devon arrived as Geneva was tucking her in. 

"What happened?" Devon asked taking the scene in. 

"Master, Master Andre contacted me in the kitchen, he said that Kristy looked suddenly panicky after her arousal class. He asked me to check on her. I came upstairs and found her sitting in the shower crying." Geneva hesitated a moment. "She said she loved him, Master, all of you, and she couldn't love you." Geneva summarized. 

Devon blinked in surprise. He stepped closer to Kristy and saw her looking up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. He turned to Geneva. "Assessment?"

"She's got something, some demon that has her terrified of love Master. She's scared." Geneva said. "I put her here, and I want to keep her from the others for now." 

Devon nodded. "OK. Good work Geneva." Kristy was sitting on the bed now, hugging her knees, and looking at him in fear while he stood in the doorway. "Kristy, you have nothing to fear from us." He saw distrust in her eyes, something else was there too, perhaps love? Devon didn't know, and didn't think he was the one to find out. Back to Geneva. "Please assist her in any way you can Geneva. Let me know if we should contact anyone. As always, I trust your judgment implicitly." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 28



Geneva watched him go, she had also noticed the tensing of Kristy, and smiled at her, hoping to get her to relax. OK, time to calm her down, and find out what happened to set her off. 

Andre was in giving a report, more fully than normal. "I heard the call while I was in the shower. I thought of going, but since I caused this." 

Devon waved it away. "She got panicky in the end? Before that, no sign of any problem?" 

"Yeah. Hell, I thought she was having a great time, right until the end, when she suddenly got scared." Andre said. "I backed off, and talked to her softly, just like we're supposed to, to calm her." He shrugged. "I could see it wasn't working. I suggested she shower up here, and then I found Geneva. You weren't in your office." 

Devon nodded. "Geneva's talking to her now, I hope she's making more progress than I am."

"Sorry Boss, looks like I screwed up." Andre said sadly.

"I don't know what you did wrong. It sounds like you did pretty good. Something triggered this, probably something from her past. Something we don't know about, and like a landmine you don't know is there, it's a surprise. You handled it right though, giving her space, and then sending support." Devon said thoughtfully. 

Geneva sat on the bed and held Kristy's hand. "Want to talk about it?"

"I'm falling in love with them too. I can't fall in love, not again." Kristy said with a trembling voice. "Not again." 

Geneva gave her hand a squeeze. "Tell me about it." 

Kristy wiped her eyes with toilet paper; slaves don't get Kleenex so Geneva didn't have any in the room. Then she emptied the bag. She just turned it upside down and dumped it out. "I got started in porno when I was seventeen. My Dad got me a fake ID. After a couple years, I realized how sick it was, what I was doing. I mean, I'm fucking people so my Father gets paid. How sick is that? So I left in the middle of the night. I just ran. I knew he was using me. I got to California, and I met Jason. He was cool, you know, the bad boy type?"

Geneva nodded her understanding. Kristy continued. "He and I talked, and he found out about me being in porn. He was supportive and understanding." Kristy snorted laughter. "I fell in love with him, and he got me doing porn again. This time, he kept the money. The last movie, the bondage one, was the first I did for me to get the money for fucking." Kristy wiped her eyes again. "Everyone I've ever loved has used me, everyone Geneva. I can't love again." 

Geneva was stuck. She had no instructions. Nothing in her experience covered this. She bit her lip, and then decided to go with her instincts. If they were wrong, and Master was unhappy, she would lose the table, but she had to do something here. Raising her wrist, she started to push the talk button and closed her eyes in real pain. The numbers were screwed up. The shower had fried it after all, damn. She looked at Kristy and made a quick decision. "I need to get something, my watch is fried, and I need to arrange a couple trays for lunch, we're eating up here. Will you be OK for ten minutes?"

Kristy nodded and lay back, her head resting on the wall by the bed. She seemed not to notice. Geneva ran down the hall, her bare feet slapping on the tiles as she rushed to get everything. First to Admin, she saw Master Devon in his office, and ducked in reporting quickly. Then she told him her plan and he blinked at her in surprise.

"Geneva, I don't think so." Devon said softly obviously considering. "I'll be up in a moment." 

"Master, she's afraid." Geneva protested. 

"I understand that." Devon said thinking quickly. "I think I have a better plan for her." He issued fast instructions and then sent Geneva on her way.

"Yes Master." Geneva said confused. She went and got another watch from the cabinet and noticed that there were only two left. She had to quit breaking them. Leaving the old watch, she hustled back upstairs. 

Arriving back in her room, Geneva was breathing hard as she came to a stop. "Wow, that's a long run." 

Kristy was sitting on the bed. "You OK?" 

"Yeah." Geneva panted. "Was rushing to get things moving." 

She sat on the chair and started to explain to Kristy how the Dominant and Submissive life worked, for real. 

Devon walked to the class where the Dominants were being taught to stride and command the area by Rebecca. He gestured and signaled to Elaine, and she came to him. He whispered in her ear asking her to follow him, and trust him. She nodded. 

In the central area, he slowed his walk and started to explain in low tones as they climbed the stairs. He got to the top and stopped in the hallway, before the turn into the staff wing proper. "She's terrified of falling in love, apparently everyone she's ever loved has betrayed her." 

Elaine allowed real pain to flash across her face as she imagined the agony that Kristy was going through. "Damn, that's awful." 

"She's submissive, but to truly trust your Dom, you have to love your Dom, and it will destroy her in time." Devon continued. 

"Yeah." Elaine agreed. "So how are you going to help her? Are you going to take her in and train her?" 

"She's not that submissive. She's at the point of discovery. She's not advanced enough to really even begin training. That will come later, for now, the discovery is terrifying. She needs time to explore her own desires, and her own mind." Devon said significantly.

"You want me to help, in LA?" Elaine asked surprised.

Devon nodded. "You're a Dominant, not like us, but one instinctively. You've done this for years, and you know how to get someone started." Devon took her elbow and began walking slowly towards the staff wing turn. "I could do it, but it's more gentle than this facility is intended for. It takes time, time that would be better spent with her in a comfortable surrounding, where she can explore on her own with someone she trusts." 

Elaine reluctantly agreed with the wisdom. "This is rather advanced for someone who is only discovering that they are submissive." 

Devon picked up the Dominant stride and allowed his footfalls to be heard as he headed down the hallway. He approached Geneva's room and stopped in the doorway. "Geneva, Kristy, how are you doing?" 

Kristy was still in the bed, under the blankets, and looking miserable as she sat listening to Geneva tell her about the real world of Domination. "I'm OK.

Devon frowned; there was only one chair in the room. "One moment." He ducked into Diane's room and pulled her chair out to the hallway. Then into Crystal's room and pulled her chair to the hallway. Taking both of them he entered Geneva's room and placed them. "I wanted us all to be comfortable while we talked." 

Elaine sat down and Devon began. "Kristy, you're at an amazing point in your life. One that every submissive knows. The point of discovery." He sat in the last chair, and made sure to stay far enough back to keep from causing Kristy to feel trapped or threatened. 

"Geneva said I was a slave at heart." Kristy said softly. "What will people think of me?" 

"It doesn't matter." Elaine began. "Your Dominant will explain it to you." She glanced at Devon. "I'll explain it to you." 

Geneva understood then. Master's plan was to let Kristy discover on her own, with some guidance from the only other player here from LA. To send Kristy home, until she was advanced enough to decide if this kind of training was for her. Master was certainly brilliant. Kristy would not take to the training yet. She was stressed out in this kid glove training. She was too much a novice yet. 

"So you're supposed to be my Dom?" Kristy asked. 

"I'm going to be your first Dom. You will probably choose another before long, when you've learned more. I'm going to be your guide." Elaine said softly. "I'm going to help you discover your own desires, and then we'll find the right Dom for you together, one who will meet your needs, and your desires." 

"What does that mean?" Kristy asked with a growing sense of exasperation. 

"You may not be a lesbian, or bi sexual. You might be, but you might not." Elaine said. "We need to discover where your true desire lies. If it is with me, so be it. If not, then I will help you find one who will take you into slavery proper." 

"Let me guess, that would be here right?" Kristy said with a bit more acid than she'd intended. 

Devon shrugged. "Perhaps, perhaps not. That is a long way down a difficult road." He smiled genially. "Kristy, you have no idea what lies ahead of you, which is why I am not going to even consider taking you for training. The students who train here, for real, have already made the journey you're starting. They know they're submissive, and they know what makes them happy. You don't yet. It takes time, and it takes a comfortable area to make that journey of self discovery." 

Kristy admitted that this made sense. "OK, so I'm submissive, but we don't know how submissive, and Elaine is going to help me figure it out." 

Devon nodded. He was about to speak when Elaine beat him to the punch. "I'll forgive that this time. However, next time you forget to call me Mistress, I'll spank that ass of yours Kristy." 

Kristy opened her mouth and then closed it. She nodded and bit her lip. "Sorry Mistress." 

"Better." Elaine said. "Discipline is part of your life now. You obey your Mistress, because failure to do so will result in punishment." 

Devon remained silent, Elaine was doing the work now. She continued. "Now, we have some study to do to prepare for this movie. I understand that your previous lovers have all taken advantage of you." Elaine said this as dismissively as possible. "This is your movie, and your paycheck. You are to give none to anyone who didn't earn it, and I certainly haven't." 

"My money." Kristy said seriously. "I'm working for it, it's mine." 

Elaine nodded. "It is." She shifted and crossed one leg over the other. "For the time being, we'll just stay close to each other, once this week, and the movie is done, we'll get together in LA, and we'll spend some time talking. I'll introduce you to submission, and you'll tell me your life's story, and your deepest darkest secrets." 

Kristy bit her lip and looked scared again. Elaine smiled. "Any Dominant that they put you in touch with, me for example, would not betray your trust. Any Dominant I introduce you to will have the same values." 

Kristy nodded her head. "Yes Mistress." She glanced at Geneva and said. "It's just hard to trust anyone." 

"I understand, which is why we are going to go slow, and take our time." Elaine said casually. "Perhaps one day, we'll come back here. They have so much to teach." 

Devon glanced at Geneva and gave a small sign. She stood and he moved at the same time. They left Elaine and Kristy to get acquainted before lunch. In the hallway Devon issued instructions to Geneva. "Stay close to her, she may yet have another episode. Let Elaine do most of this, she's done it before, and will do a fine job." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said softly. "Master, I didn't understand your plan earlier, and I'm sorry, I wondered if you understood the situation properly." She hung her head. "I doubted you." 

"You questioned my wisdom in a medical situation, and that is your job." Devon said. "You didn't disobey, you were protecting your patient." He turned and smiled thinly at her. "If you had disobeyed me, or openly defied me in a non medical situation, I would have hung you from the rafters by your thumbs before flogging the skin off of you." 

Geneva swallowed hard. She had no doubt in her mind that he would do just that. "Yes Master." She bowed her head. "I'm sorry to have questioned you earlier." 

"Again, in Medical situations, I want you, and your standing orders are, to always side with your patient, and care for them with your best effort." Devon glanced at his watch. "Go to the Kitchen, and get two trays up here for them. I want them to have some time to get started." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said and then moved off down the hall. Devon went downstairs himself, and deflected comments by saying he had a special training session for Elaine. 

He signaled Jeannette to come to him, and he whispered a brief update and instructions in her ear. 

Elaine and Kristy were talking. They were getting acquainted, and they were getting comfortable with each other. Kristy finally asked why she had such a powerful reaction to the Trainers here, why she feels like she loves them already. 

"That's how we knew you were submissive." Elaine answered simply. "We could see the response, and see that you were a sub." 

"But why?" Kristy asked. "What about them makes me react that way?"

Elaine smiled at the younger woman. "Because you are a submissive. You instinctively trust the dominating aura they give off. You instinctively want to submit to them." She shrugged at the younger woman. "That's why you've been abused. Your boyfriend, he was abusive, but your inexperience mistook that for the dominating nature that your soul desired." 

Kristy bit her lip. "So I'm going to be attracted to people who hurt me?" 

Elaine shook her head. "In time, you'll learn to differentiate between Dominants, and Abusers." 

Michael had noticed that there were two actors missing, and also he'd noticed the flurry of whispered conversations between the Academy Staff. He sided up to Devon and asked. "OK, what's going on?"

Devon appeared confused. "I don't know, we're going to lunch in a few minutes, what do you mean?" 

"OK, I'll spell it out. Kristy is not here, despite the fact that I've seen all your trainers. And I've seen all the other slaves." Michael turned and glanced around the central area. "I've also noticed that you pulled Elaine out of the class, and she's missing too." 

Devon turned so his back was to the crowd. "Michael, if I may suggest something?" 

"Yes?" Michael asked with a sense of superiority. He'd seen through them.

"Don't ask me that question, trust me to look out for your, and their best interests, and things will work out. Demand an answer, and I can guarantee we won't like the result." Devon said in a tone of voice that brooked no debate or mistake. 

Michael paled a bit. He'd been told to fuck himself, not in those words, but for all intents and purposes. "What?" 

"What I am doing, is in your best interest, Elaine's, and Kristy's. It is best, that you don't ask me any more. I won't answer, and your eventual demands will result in a rather ugly scene that would affect me not at all." 

"Now see here, we've got a deal going here." Michael said in a slightly louder voice.

Devon turned to face him directly. "If you wish, we can stop it. The products can be sold by your company, but we have no contract that guarantees this training. This is at our sufferance." Devon placed a thin dangerous smile on his face. "Trust me to do what I said I would, and you'll be satisfied with the result." 

"If whatever you're doing backfires, I'll make sure you get the blame." Michael said in impotent threat. He knew it was impotent, but he didn't like being slapped down like that.

Devon looked him right in the eye. "I always get the blame for my mistakes. No one else can accept my responsibility." 

Ann walked up having sensed the tension between the two. "Devon, we're about ready for lunch now, will you two be joining us?" 

Michael nodded. "OK, I'm going to trust you, for now."

Devon nodded. "Certainly my friend, if this wasn't important, I would not react this way." 

At lunch, the conversation followed the training, and what improvement the actors had shown. Ann summarized. "Ok, we've got the wannabe submissive's at least able to stand and pretend to be submissive." 

Rebecca chuckled. "We've got the Dominants able to stand, and stop looking around for approval." 

Tony shook his head. "You people are really something." He stopped and looked down the table towards Devon. "I mean, you spot the smallest thing, and at first, I'm like, what's the big deal, let the guy stand how he wants." Shrugging he finished. "When you were done with Will, he was somehow more commanding." 

Devon nodded. "It's presence, confidence, and we can't teach them to exude what they don't have, but we can show them how to fake it convincingly." 

Frank chuckled. "Fake it convincingly." He glanced at Tony. "Ever heard of a movie being described better?" 

The afternoon's training went on after lunch, and before Dinner, Michael who had been mostly silent all afternoon, stewing about how Devon had slammed the door on him was getting more angry, instead of calmer. Devon saw this, and in an effort to defuse the situation, managed to avoid being wherever Michael was. 

Devon knew this would fail, and didn't see a way around a scene with Michael. Michael in the mean time had used his cell phone to call and complain to Christina, Devon was doing something with the Actors, something private and secret, and wasn't telling them about it. Worse, he was threatening to shut down the training if Michael objected. 

Christina almost dialed Ann's number, but then called Dominique, who had no idea what was going on, but promised to look into it. Personally. 

She arrived at the Academy, in the rain, in a taxi, in a mood that was as foul as the weather. She got to admin and found Devon out of the office, and no one manning the phones. Walking to one of the desks, she picked up a hand radio that sat in a charger and pressed the talk button. "Devon, come to administration please." 

Michael heard that and smiled contentedly. He'd gotten Devon's boss involved, and now there would be some answers. 

Kristy and Elaine were chatting like old friends in the meantime, and were really starting to get along. 

Devon walked into admin, and found Dominique behind his desk. He didn't mind, she was his superior. "Good afternoon Dominique, I hope you didn't drive in this downpour." 

"Save it Devon." Dominique said coolly. "Christina called me from LA wanting to know what the hell is going on. You're threatening Michael, the entire film?" 

Devon sat in one of the guest chairs. "I should have expected this." 

"Yes you should have, now what the hell is going on." 

Devon was about to speak. When Michael came into the office and after closing the door behind him, sat down in the other guest chair before the desk. "That's all I want to know as well Devon." 

Devon smiled thinly. "OK." He turned to Dominique and got no sign of her disapproval in Michael's behavior. "Kristy is a submissive, with a bad history. Everyone she's been attracted to, or loved, has abused her. Starting with her own father. She had a class with Andre earlier, and experienced a panic episode related to the establishment of the Dominant Submissive relationship. Geneva calmed her down, to some extent, and after discussing the matter found me and explained the situation." Devon still had not looked at Michael since beginning the report. "I found Elaine, who has shown everyone here that she is a Dominant, untrained by our standards, but absolutely familiar with the lifestyle." 

"So you're going to train Kristy here?" Dominique asked.

Devon shook his head. "No. She's still in the discovery phase. It will take months, perhaps years for her to become self-aware enough to even consider our type of training. Elaine is going to return to LA with her, assuming that everyone here doesn't humiliate her so badly that she leaves and refuses to do the movie, an event I assumed would happen about seven seconds after the jackass here found out." 

"Now wait a minute." Michael objected

Utterly ignoring the outburst from Michael. "So you've got them talking now?" Dominique asked to get the matter back on the subject. 

"Yes, upstairs in the staff wing, where they won't be disturbed. Geneva took two trays up, and returned with them after lunch. She said it looks like they're getting along fairly well." Devon held his hands up. "You know how delicate discovery can be, and how vulnerable that time period is. If everyone, or anyone here knew about it, they would blab because rumor mongering is the way they look important in Hollywood." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 28



Dominique glanced at Michael for a moment and then turned her attention back on Devon.

Michael had been around long enough to see that Dominique was going to side with Devon which meant instead of rectifying the situation, he had escalated it. "Look, why couldn't you tell me that before?" 

"Because you've shown no ability to maintain any discretion." Devon said without looking at him. 

"That is a load of crap." Michael objected

Dominique silenced him with a glance and returned to Devon. "Honest assessment, will she do the movie?" 

Devon nodded. "Certainly, we've gotten her over the first hurdle, and if we can give her the time to become comfortable with herself before the world knows, she'll be fine in the long run." Devon glanced at Michael finally and then continued. "However, since I know Michael will discuss it with the others, and I know they won't keep their mouths shut, you can consider it a given that neither Elaine or Kristy will do the movie now." 

"What?" Michael demanded.

"He's right." Dominique said coolly. "If Elaine is taking the role as Kristy's dominant, then she'll have to side with her submissive. When you out her, and she's not ready for that now, Elaine will refuse to do the movie to show solidarity with the submissive." 

"You have just fucked up your movie Michael." Devon summarized. "I presume you will be reporting to Christina now Dominique?" 

"Yes." Dominique picked up the phone and started to dial. She spoke for several minutes highlighting the report that Devon had given. She summarized the position of the Academy as such. "I now have no faith that the movie will be done. The fact that Michael barged in on a private internal discussion and report with my subordinate, not his, is absolutely unacceptable. You may tell your superiors that in all likelihood, we'll be sending the Actors home in the morning." 

After a pause that Dominique did not show any reaction to, she began speaking again. "The only salvation I can see here would be to immediately remove Michael from this house, and limit his contact with the actors and production team. I would also suggest that you introduce the term discretion into his vocabulary, developing it into his character may be more than I can hope for."

Michael was sweating now. He didn't know how to get this train back on the track he wanted. Dominique was supposed to go with the customer was always right at least a little here. He'd objected a few times during the call but Dominique had utterly ignored him. 

Dominique finally recognized his existence and held the phone out to him. She locked eyes with Devon as Michael began speaking into the phone. 

After two minutes of Michael trying to explain how he didn't think the project was in jeopardy, and finally listening to him say he agreed and finishing with him saying three times. "Of course Christina." 

Michael handed the phone back to Dominique, and she spoke into it. After a minute she said. "I believe that will be quite satisfactory. I can assure you that our staff will be reminded of the dedication required to make this project a success." 

Devon waited and after five more minutes of agreement confirmation from Dominique the phone was hung up and she glanced at Michael. "Christina said you were headed home, as I understand it, an unforeseen personal situation has developed?" 

"Yeah." Michael said obviously still stunned by the turn of events. He looked at Dominique and then asked the question he didn't understand, and obviously never would. "Why all this drama over that little whore?" 

Devon tensed slightly and then relaxed and surprising Dominique greatly, he actually laughed out loud. "Michael, allow me to try and explain. Something despite your days in this house, you haven't even begun to grasp." Dominique said coldly. "The slaves are loyal to us, the Dominants. They would willingly die to protect us. They would gladly give us anything they thought we could use. The loyalty that I speak of us utterly unknown in your world, your experiences. No one would die for you. No one would sacrifice anything for you, and you would not sacrifice a good nights sleep for them." 

"I think that's out of line." Michael started to object.

"I don't. Christina is weighing your job, and you know she is. Not by what you have done for the company, but what you can reasonably be expected to do for the company, in the future. Devon would not be fired right now, because of what he has done, and what he has done is demonstrate loyalty to our slaves, and a new slave. He is perhaps a little overprotective, but he is absolutely right, as a Dominant, we must protect our slaves, and side with them in confrontations, if it is appropriate to do so based upon our relationship with them." Dominique suddenly shook her head. 

"It's wasted Dominique, you see that now." Devon said.

"Yes, it is." Dominique said sadly. "Michael I believe you should pack, and I have some purely internal matters to discuss with Devon, unless you'd like to crash that discussion as well?"

Michael stood. "I'll pack. Christina is arranging a flight for me now." 

He left the office, and Devon followed him closing the door to the office. He sat in the guest chair before his desk again, and waited. Dominique didn't make him wait long. "Why did you decide to do the discovery phase with one of these fucking actors now?" 

"She decided, I didn't. I decided that it would best be handled by our people, gently. I was unaware of her history, which made it more delicate than we were prepared for. It's been handled, as best we could, and I expect her to be able to rejoin the normal training in the morning." Devon said.

"She gave obvious signs?" Dominique asked.

"Yes." Devon agreed. "She's a textbook case, regarding the discovery anyway. The history makes her a delicate case, but again, I believe we can manage it without any further problems." 

Dominique was silent, and Devon waited. Suspecting the thoughts going on in her mind. They had already flashed back to him. 

Before opening the academy, they had spent a month discussing all the things they had to incorporate, all the ideas they had to embrace, to make it a success in the world of voluntary slavery. One discussion, started by Rebecca was really applicable to this situation. The Dominant must show loyalty to the slave. Not protection, not running to the rescue. The slave didn't want a knight in shining armor, the slave wanted a demigod to worship. The dominant god must be wise, and just. Offering no punishment for obedience, and showing loving traits through the domination. The scenario they had discussed was a slaves failure to obey, and in doing so, obeying a higher rule, one of the hard limits. 

"When the slave obeys the hard limits, and disobeys a direct order, we must side with the slave, we must not allow the slave to be punished by anyone for doing so." Rebecca had argued adamantly. 

"It could be embarrassing with a potential client, if there is no harm, no physical harm, I'm not sure that it's going to be a problem." Andre, who had only just joined them from the farms had argued.

Devon had remained silent during the debate, allowing the trainers to explore the scenario, and find all the nuances on their own. Jeannette knelt near Devon's chair, and watched. As the debate wound down, both sides making good points about respect of the Dominant, and respect for the lifestyle, the question had inevitably been tossed at Jeannette.

"Mistress." Jeannette had begun. "The slaves must believe that the hard limits are absolutely hard. That violating the hard limits is absolutely forbidden, taboo to use Mistress Dominique's word." She looked up suddenly. "If the hard limits are not to be absolutely inviolate, we must not call them hard limits. We must not allow the slaves to believe them to be hard." 

Devon had ended debate. "The hard limits are hard. We will side with the slave, and refuse punishment or chastisement if the slave refuses to break one." 

"Thou shall have no other God before me?" Thomas asked with a small grin. 

"Something along those lines." Devon admitted. "Our word must be good, the slaves have to know our promise is kept." He looked at each in turn and finished the thought. "They must know that we will be as loyal to our faithful servants as our servants are to us." 

Andre accepted the decision with his usual grin. "Good, I'm glad that is the policy we will follow." 

"You are?" Rebecca asked surprised.

"Yes." Andre replied. "Devon told us to consider every side of the issue. The only way I could think to do that was to argue in favor of the obedience to Master's order side of the issue."

"We did cover the issue quite completely." Rebecca agreed. Later that evening, they slept together for the first time, and Rebecca got familiar with his power, and he learned of her passion and her energy.

Dominique nodded slowly. "OK, we sided with the slave, because the slave was right, despite the fact that she's not our slave."

"Our slaves would not have liked any other action. They would have been very upset if we had allowed Kristy to be sacrificed to the public humiliation certain to follow the disclosure to the actors." 

"All right. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going back to town, I'll ride in the cab with Michael to the Airport, and smooth him over if possible. Then I'm going to my apartment to pack a few things." Dominique said in her command voice.

"Your room will be ready by the time you return." Devon acknowledged. 

"Christina will probably arrive in the morning, she wasn't sure when. She believes that the attention of more senior representatives on both sides is required." Dominique said.

"Her room will also be ready." Devon agreed.

"No argument?" Dominique asked.

"None. I think your presence will both inspire, and intimidate the actors. I know Christina's presence will keep everyone in line from that end." 

"Get Michael and get him ready to go. I'll call a cab and have it standing by." Dominique told him next.

"Yes Boss." Devon said with a friendly smile.

Devon knocked on the open door to Michael's room. "We've called a cab, it will be here shortly."

"I'm nearly done packing." Michael said from the bathroom. He emerged holding his travel shaving kit. "I still don't understand all of this." 

Devon leaned against the doorframe and considered. "Michael, would you like to know what mistake I think you made?"

Michael nearly told him to shove it up his ass, and then considered. That would not make Christina happy, and that was paramount right now, saving his job was first. "Sure." 

"You heard our words, but didn't believe them." Devon said. "They were genuine, and we were serious." 

"It's bullshit." Michael said exasperated. "Look, it's a great scam and all that. Very well done in fact. But it's still a scam." 

Devon smiled gently. "I know, that is what you think, and that is why our relationship hasn't worked out. I take you at your word, but you don't take me at mine." 

Michael considered as he zipped his large garment bag up and placed it on the ground next to his other two bags. "I'm in trouble over this you know." 

Devon nodded. "I understand Christina is coming out here. I intend to speak with her and tell her that the cynical attitude that serves you so well in Los Angeles, is ill suited to the environment of this house." 

Michael considered for a moment. He shrugged. "I'm liable to be fired before that." 

"Dominique will relay much the same message before you land." She is also coming here, it's thought that the presence of two senior managers will settle things down before they begin." 

"You really want this to succeed?" Michael asked.

"Yes." Devon answered simply. 

"Ok." Michael said reaching for his bags. Devon surprised him by picking up the two larger ones. 

They waited at the front door for ten minutes until the van arrived. Dominique had spoken to Devon, re-enforcing the message to the rest, and making a suggestion for the evenings activity. Devon had agreed. She was the boss.

Michael looked over his shoulder with confusion obvious on his face as the cab rolled away. 

Devon returned inside and first found Tony, who was working with the Dominants. It was very close to the meal time, and Devon had little time to accomplish anything. "Tony, Michael has been called away, and as I understand it, Christina is arriving tomorrow to take his place." 

"Nothing serious I hope?" Tony asked.

"I am not certain, I don't believe so, I understand it required his presence, but would be manageable." Devon demurred. 

"OK." Tony agreed and returned to looking at angles for the filming of the movie. It was doubtful that he would remember the conversation in ten minutes; he was totally absorbed in the movie now. 

Upstairs, Frank was not as easily deferred. "OK, something is going on isn't it?" 

Devon almost groaned. "Frank, if you trust anything here, trust me in this. I have been and continue to work in your best interests, and the best interests of those involved in this." 

Frank considered. "OK, this is your art isn't it?" 

Devon nodded and almost breathed a sigh of relief. "It is." 

Frank nodded. "OK, I'll pretend I didn't see the closed door meetings going on all afternoon. I'll even pretend that I haven't noticed that actors are missing from our little groups. I'll even go so far as to trust that all this is going to make the project as success." 

"You saw the doors closed?"

"I've been making regular calls to LA, for set design issues, remember?" Frank asked.

Devon smiled as he remembered this little fact that had escaped him during the confrontation. "Yes. You have been in admin off and on. Anything I can do to help there?" 

Frank shook his head. "I'm doing sketches and layouts right now." 

"If there is anything I can do, please let me know." Devon offered sincerely. 

"OK." Frank said and returned to his job. 

Dominique was in the back of the minivan taxi that was taking them to JFK airport. She hung up her cell phone and turned to Michael. "OK, you heard me explain the situation to Christina, would you like to know what you're going to say to her when you get it?"

"I think I can guess." Michael said cautiously.

"You are sorry, but it was your belief that you were supposed to be involved in all aspects that had led you to interfere with the activities of the trainers. That way, instead of an arrogant ass who doesn't know enough to mind his own business, you are a dedicated company man who believes that the best interests of the company are served when he is personally involved in the details." Dominique summarized as the cab took the turn off for JFK.

Michael grit his teeth and forced a thank you through them. 

"Delta Terminal." Dominique said. "Then we'll head into the city." 

The driver acknowledged the directions and turned into the proper lane. At the departures terminal entrance, Michael unloaded his bags and after a perfunctory well wishing from both, the car moved on.

The driver, couldn't help grinning at Dominique. "Ma'am, forgive me, but I've never seen anyone put in their place like that before." 

"You are forgiven, this time." Dominique said dismissively. "Do you think you can find the city?"

The driver stiffened and then got more professional. "Yes Ma'am. I do." 

"Good." Dominique said and gave the address. 

Devon glanced at his watch and sat at the table for dinner. "As some of you know, Michael was called away unexpectedly. Dominique and Christina will be taking his place as senior representatives." 

Ann had heard Dominique on the radio, and was surprised that she wasn't still here. Usually if she arrived in the afternoon, she stayed through dinner. "I kind of expected Dominique for dinner, she usually stays." 

"She had to return to the city, to get some things for the next few days." Devon brushed it off. "OK, any complaints on the training today?"

"None here." Tony said. "You have those actors striding around like you all now." 

"Yes, they're pretending to be us." Rebecca said. Andre agreed. 

"The actors slated to be slaves are starting to glide, and I see what you mean, it just looks better somehow, than the swaying walks they were doing." Frank offered.

"OK. I think a small reward may be in order for this evening." Devon offered. 

"Instead of more classes?" Ann asked to be sure.

Devon nodded. "Pay per view movies, and two, only two, beers per person for those who wish it." 

Ann blinked at him in genuine surprise. "Beer for the students?" 

Devon shrugged. "They aren't really students, not like we're used to. I'm trying to get them into the frame of mind that this isn't so bad. That way they continue like today, not fighting us and instead, working with us." 

Andre shrugged. "OK. Movies and beer it is." 

Tony looked surprised. "I didn't think you all ever relaxed." 

"Sure we do." Thomas said grinning. "We schedule some fun every week or two." 

The trainers laughed. Devon shook his head. The team was loose, comfortable, and confident. Exactly where he wanted them. He touched his watch changing the channel to six. "Chef you there?"

"Certainly Devon, how can I help you?" 

"Chef, can we ice a case of beer and have it cold in an hour?" Devon asked.

"Certainly. Josh, see to that please." Chef said.

"Sure thing Chef." Josh answered. "The St Pauli Girl in the big refrigerator?" 

"That's mine Josh. Give them the Heineken." Chef replied. 

Devon tapped the channel button, leaving the matter in Chef's hands. 

Josh shrugged and looked at Jeannette. "Beer?"

Jeannette shrugged back. "For them I guess, a reward." She gestured towards the actors who were smiling in anticipation of a couple cold beers.

Josh stood up and said. "Let me get the beer on ice then." 

Devon entered the slaves dining room. "As I'm sure you just heard, in appreciation of your hard work, and not fighting us as much today, we're going to give you the evening and a couple beers. The TV is still in the central area, and we would like to invite you to pick a movie, or two, or whatever, and just flake out and relax this evening. The chairs aren't all that comfortable, I apologize for that, we don't do much lounging around normally." 

Lisa grinned at him. "I knew you were a big softie." 

Devon smiled graciously. "No, but I'm not blind either. I see you all working now, trying to assimilate what we're trying to teach. As we said in the beginning, work with us, and we'll work with you." 

As the Hollywood people meandered towards the central area after dinner, and found a case of beer in the kind of tub you use to wash a large dog surrounded by ice, they took one and opened it. Elaine and Kristy slipped off to go to the training wing, where no one would look for them. 

The sounds of laughter and the TV on loud were audible around the house as Devon pulled Ann and Rebecca aside. "OK, the TV and Beer are Dominique's idea. To keep anyone from asking questions about Michael being pulled out." 

"Relax them and keep them happy, and they'll leave us alone?" Rebecca asked.

"Something like that. As you guessed, it blew up this afternoon. Dominique should be here soon. Ann, have Jeannette and the girls go through Guest room three tonight. It needs to be ready for Christina in the morning." Devon said.

"Right, I'm on it." Ann said and moved to leave. 

"Now, the rest of us are going to be doing whatever we can to keep these babies smiling and happy." Devon said with grumpy attitude that was obviously an act. 

"On it boss, keep the babies happy." Rebecca said and stood to go. "I may just have a beer myself." 

Kristy sat with the other actors, they hadn't asked her where she was, or what she was doing all day. She tried to watch the movie, but she was really thinking. What should she feel here? She didn't want to chill out tonight. She didn't want to get laid, she just wanted to be close to someone who understood. Elaine had told her to just act natural, like she had before. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 29



Part 29: Training the Actors

Devon was awake, and fully dressed as he sat and considered the plans for the day. The knock on the door precisely at 6:45 announced the arrival of Jeannette. She entered, and Devon began to issue instructions. "Good morning Jeannette, let's get them up and running this morning. Don't pull Kristy today, leave her in the group."

"Yes Master." Jeannette answered.

"Tell the slaves that we'll be doing demonstrations this afternoon." Devon explained on and finalized. "Clean up the areas this morning. Tell Josh he's alone in the kitchen today, I need everyone else for the demonstrations this afternoon, and cleaning this morning." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said again. 

"That's it this morning Jeannette, and off you all go." Devon said with a small friendly smile. 

Jeannette was off and running. Devon finalized his plans in his mind as the Trainers finished their own morning routines. 

"Good Morning Devon." Tony said as he entered the dining room for breakfast. He saw Dominique and smiled at her in his most charming manner. "How do you do? I'm Tony the Director."

"I'm Dominique." She said as she sat at the foot of the table. The rest of the introductions were handled.

"Dominique is the president of our Corporation, and the most senior of the trainers." Devon explained. 

Frank opened his napkin and said. "Pleasure to meet you. I wondered where they learned it all."

"Devon learned from me." Dominique said simply. "Devon, your plans today?"

"This morning, we're doing rehearsals again, Will and Eric need more practice appearing dominant. Lisa and Kelly need more practice looking like they aren't about to jump up and rip the eyes out of the supposed dominants." Devon said simply.

"This afternoon?" Dominique asked.

"Demonstrations." Devon said. "Our staff, showing the actors, how it's really done." 

Dominique nodded. That was what they had agreed upon, and she wanted to be sure that Devon hadn't changed his mind. 

Jeannette was at that moment explaining to the actors the plans for the morning. The slaves were looking forward to some fun this afternoon, but the idea of being done in public was scary. 

The rehearsals started promptly after breakfast, the trainers were trying to work with the actors and get them into the roles more. 

"Jeannette, what are we going to be doing this afternoon?" Crystal asked with a small tremor in her voice.

"We're going to be tied up, whipped, and probably fucked silly." Jeannette said as they tidied up Mistress Dominique's room.

"In front of everyone?" Crystal asked obviously afraid.

Jeannette stopped wiping the mirror in the bathroom and walked to Crystal. "There is no one but Master that concerns us. The rest of them, are phonies remember?" 

Crystal sighed and sat on the bed, she was in the process of changing the sheets on it. "Jeannette, I've never done anything like that before." 

"You will today." Jeannette answered easily. 

"How? I mean, how do I relax enough to do it?" Crystal asked giving voice to her true fear. "If I screw up, Master will look bad won't he?" 

Jeannette smiled and shook her head. "No, because you aren't going to screw up." Jeannette sat next to the younger woman and took her hand comfortingly. "You're going to be great. Here's why. When the first whip falls, you'll settle into what you do better than anyone here, you'll convert the pain to arousal, and you'll forget everything but that hungry little slit between your legs." 

Crystal grinned sheepishly. "I've gotten better haven't I?"

Jeannette nodded. "Yep, but here's the thing. You're still a pain slut, even if that's not all you are." 

Crystal nudged Jeannette playfully. "Thanks Jen, I guess it's just trust that Master knows what he's doing right?" 

"Same as always." Jeannette confirmed.

Geneva on the other hand, was not nervous. She was already getting aroused. Diane and she were cleaning the sleeping wing, and Geneva couldn't believe her luck. Tied up, whipped, and fucked before everyone. Sure, they thought they knew what the game was, but this, this was a dream come true. It would be better than what had drawn her here. It would be better than the demonstration that Jeannette had done, or even Diane had done. 

Master Devon was planning three demonstration areas. The Dungeon for Diane, and Crystal was to be in the Bondage training room, and Geneva had the best of all. Central area was all hers. Jeannette was going to be working with Master Devon, and the other trainers who weren't going to be busy flogging them. Master Thomas was going to be in the Dungeon with Diane, Mistress Ann was to be with Crystal, and Master Andre was going to be working Geneva over in Central. 

Devon took some time to check with Dominique, and the two of them made several calls. They were asking for favors, and they expected to receive the favors, if their estimation of the relationship they held was correct.

"David, it's Devon. How has business been?"

"Not too bad, and how are things at the School going Devon?"

"Very well David, in fact, I was hoping for a favor." Devon said. Then he outlined the favor, and got the reply he expected. The players all knew each other, and there would be no problem with them meeting at the Train Station in Harlem and traveling together. The arrangements were finalized, and Devon closed.

"David, I can't thank you enough for this."

"No Problem Devon, it wouldn't be possible without you anyway. This is the least we can do."

Dominique was speaking to another contact on another phone line. "So I can borrow Suzanne tomorrow?"

She smiled as she got the reply she had hoped for, and honestly expected. 

Christina arrived before noon, and had a short meeting with Dominique before lunch. 

Ann had not balked one bit when she'd drawn the demonstration, she hadn't even had a question as to her ability. She knew what was going on, and she knew why. It was time, to push the actors over the line they thought was the limit of domination and submission. 

After the morning rehearsals, Kristy and Elaine were eating lunch with the rest. Jeannette began to explain that Master Devon would start the afternoon briefings in the central area. 

Thomas and Andre had pulled a heavy leather topped table frame from the downstairs dungeon and set it up in the central area. This table frame was customized. It had a top panel, that was currently not attached. It was essentially a frame of six wide boards covered with padded leather. The heavy legs were four inches thick, and there were rings every six inches to allow various bondage positions to be used. 

A smaller table was set up nearby to allow Andre to place the items he wanted to use, and he approached this with his apparent casual attitude that really hid his expertise and knowledge of the subject well. He had a couple of different nipple clamps, some other bondage clamps, and four different dildo and plugs for Geneva. He had bindings, chains, and three different whips selected for her. Geneva had walked past knowing what was in store for her, and almost climaxed in anticipation. 

Devon sent the trainers and staff off first, allowing them to get in position. He glanced at the assembled actors and began his discussion. "Friends, we've gotten you to pretend to be submissive, now we're rehearsing you for your actual scenes. For that, we need to show you what Bondage sex is all about, and what it isn't. For this afternoon, I have three demonstrations going on." 

He pointed at Geneva who was already strapped across the table, her dress already thrown aside, her legs dangling and a large red ball gag in her mouth. Andre was kneeling by the table, attaching nipple clamps to Geneva's obviously erect nipples. "Geneva and Andre are here, Diane is downstairs in the Dungeon with Master Thomas, and Mistress Ann is working Crystal over in the Bondage training room." 

"This is sick." Lisa groaned. 

Devon smiled at her and continued. "The slaves have been given a rare treat, unlimited orgasms. Each of them will probably have a dozen or so before this demonstration is over." 

Geneva squirmed as much as possible, considering her legs were spread open wide, and she was stretched across the table with her arms drawn tightly forward. 

Andre took one glance at her wet slit and shoved a dildo into it almost brutally. Geneva groaned and swiveled her hips a little as she accepted its length into her pussy. "As you can see, she's quite ready for anything you cared to put in her pussy." 

"Sick." Lisa repeated. 

Andre placed a smaller dildo into her ass, and then drew a rope up tightly binding the intruders into her sensitive holes. He tied the rope tightly, and then began to smack her ass with his hand. He reached for the multi tailed whip and smiled. "Little slut is about ready to come already aren't you?" 

Geneva nodded her head, she was panting, drooling, and she was horny as hell. They must think she's a whore, a real slut. They must think she's a terrible person, and it was so damn arousing to be like this before so many people. 

Andre began to whip her, hard enough to get her warmed up as he began to speak. "You've heard us tell you about subspace. Geneva should enter it fairly easily." 

Geneva tried to relax into the flogging, tried to focus on her breathing, but the knowledge of the people there, she could see them, they could see everything, everything. She gasped and came straining the chains holding her to the table.

"On the other hand, she may be having too good a time like this." Andre said as he grinned evilly. 

Kristy tried to look casual as she squeezed her muscles in her groin. She was not alone in thinking that this wasn't sick. She knew that others here understood the desire to do just that. She also knew that most of those here didn't get it. 

Elaine slowly stepped to Devon and softly said. "She has a real exhibitionist streak doesn't she?" 

Devon nodded and bending his head to softly reply. "Geneva's particular kink is humiliation, she turns it directly to arousal." 

"Handy thing to have around." Elaine said smiling slightly. 

"They're the best slaves in the country. That's why they're here." Devon said allowing a small amount of the pride he felt to slip out. 

Andre began to speak to the gathered actors as he explained more. "You can see, the obvious pleasure a true slave takes from this activity. She knows you're here, and she loves that you see her like this."

"Fucking slut." Kelly spat almost under her breath. Geneva heard her, and came again, her body racked by obvious shudders of pleasure. 

Dominique slid over and spoke to Devon. "Nice choice to get them started." 

Devon shrugged. Elaine asked the obvious question. "Why not Jeannette?" 

"Jeannette is the lead slave." Devon explained softly. "You'd expect her to be able to do this. Geneva is understood to be a trainee, and makes a better demonstration because of it." 

Several of the men watching had shifted their hands to their pockets, and were nearly drooling themselves as they watched the demonstration. John Stone was sporting an obvious erection, and Will was trying to ease back from the demonstration. 

"Wow, the thought of filming her like that would make us all rich." Tony breathed. "What a performance."

Lisa gave him a dirty look and turned to look out the window. She found Devon smiling at her in a smug and knowing manner. 

Devon gestured and the group walked towards the training wing. 

Ann had waited fifteen minutes before starting on Crystal, hoping that Devon didn't get ahead of schedule. Downstairs, Diane was finished helping Master Thomas lay the items out, and was sitting on a flogging bench waiting for their time to start. She was feeling the arousal start to percolate, wondering when it would be her turn. 

Thomas was sitting near her and gently stroking her back almost absent-mindedly. 

Crystal was suspended by chains and had clamps on her nipples. She was wearing a bit between her teeth, and bit down on it as Mistress Ann placed clamps on her Labia. 

"This should get that pain level jacked up rather quickly, probably have you begging all those actors to fuck you themselves." Ann said with a smack on Crystal's ass. 

Ann next strapped the clamps to Crystal's legs, leaving her pussy wide open and gaping. Then she took a dozen clothespins and lined them along the underside of Crystal's smallish breasts. Crystal was now grinding her hips, her juices were already starting to drip down along the clamps, and Ann wasn't done yet. 

She wasn't really even started yet. She took a riding crop and began to smack at random the various parts of Crystal's body. Then she took a two-inch chain with a clip on the end of it, and a full two-ounce weight at the other end. She attached this to Crystal's clit ring, and then started to strike at Crystal again. 

The guests entered the room and saw Crystal dangling, and moaning through the gag. She was obviously in pain, and just as obviously enjoying herself. 

Ann continued to flog along Crystal's back and down her legs. Wicked sounding sharp blows with the crop left bright pink lines, which quickly turned red. Soon Crystal was marked liberally with these.

The actors filed in and stood along the wall. Crystal was grinding her hips, and came loudly pulling on the chains as she climaxed. 

"Little slut, probably wants all these actors to fuck the shit out of her now doesn't she?" Ann said with the perfect inflection to show her casual attitude towards this all in her voice. 

Devon began to describe. "Crystal is an anomaly. She is a true pain arousal converter. A Pain slut if you will. She has a very strong submissive streak, one of the most determined I've ever heard of. Like all the slaves here, her story is unique, and at the same time, similar. She discovered her desire early, and pursued it with a determination that truly speaks of incredible will power." 

"You're hurting her." Lisa objected as Ann slashed the whip across Crystal's ass again.

Ann glanced at Lisa, and then with a wicked smile on her face, answered by reaching out and gripping the end of the linked clothespins. She pulled them with a savage swiftness and Crystal responded, by climaxing again, loudly. "Am I?" 

Lisa shook her head and repeated her earlier conclusion. "Sick, so fucking sick." 

"Crystal requires a very strong hand to manage, and she also requires a person who knows her limits." Devon explained. "We meet those needs, and as you can see, she seems to like our attentions." 

"Jesus God. If we filmed that, we'd be locked up." Frank said. 

Devon nodded. "She's rather extreme, more so than most of you would have believed possible." 

Crystal's legs were soaking wet, her pussy generating what appeared to be a quart of fluid so far. 

Devon gestured again. The crowd of actors took their leave, and most paused at the door to take another look at the teenager hanging from the chains. 

Kristy felt a knot in her stomach. She wasn't a pain slut. She knew that. That scene was scary. 

Dominique nodded her approval at Ann's demonstration. Christina whispered into Dominique's ear. "Will this girl, Crystal be all right?"

"Yes." Dominique answered. "She's fine." 

Devon gestured them towards the stairs and the final demonstration. He decided not to notice Kristy and Elaine standing close to one another. 

Once downstairs, the actors were greeted with another view. Diane was strapped to a flogging horse. A Dildo was in her cunt, and a large ring held her mouth open as Thomas added stripes to her back. 

An hour later, the actors were again in the chairs in the central area, the large bondage table had been moved aside. Devon sat on a stool and they engaged in a question and answer session. "Lisa, you had the same remark for ever display, that was sick. What is wrong with consenting adults doing what they want to?"

"Look, I don't want you to get this wrong, you've helped me pretend to be a slave girl, fine. Thanks and all that. But this place, it's sick. You're all crazy you know that right? I mean really certifiable." Lisa let loose.

Devon smiled charmingly. "I know Lisa, that's your opinion, and I thank you for sharing it." He let his eyes travel over the group and continued. "I could give you a report from a bunch of shrinks that disagrees. I could explain the lifestyle to you, again. All that would be wasted in your case. Suffice to say, we're happy in our lives, and if that isn't enough, then know that the Sheriff and State Police have both toured this facility, and are aware of our practices." 

Lisa shook her head. "You people abuse them. It's sick." Lisa pointed at Jeannette and the other slaves who had gathered as the demonstrations ended. 

"Geneva did you feel abused?" Dominique asked.

"No Mistress." Geneva answered quickly.

"They're brainwashed, or crazy." Lisa said.

Geneva smiled in her most tolerant manner. Devon continued to keep the confrontation small. "You all saw how they reacted, all of them. They enjoyed the attention. So the question we have is, can you fake that level of pleasure, of enjoyment, convincingly?"

Lisa looked around. She knew that Devon had just thrown down a challenge. She didn't want to be the test dummy. But she had started this. "I can." 

Devon nodded. "Now that you know what to mimic, yes, I believe you can." 

Christina edged closer to Ann who was standing nearby. She asked in a whisper. "Are all his classes this way? I mean, does he manipulate the conversations like this all the time?" 

Ann nodded and turned her head to answer just as quietly. "Yes, we essentially dare them to give us an outburst, and then we turn it to the lesson." 

"Amazing." Christina admitted as she returned her attention to the class.

"We have shown you what the wrong way was, by discussing the films you've all done before. Now we showed you the right way, the way it's really done all over the world." Devon continued. 

"Devon, forgive me." Stone offered.

"Sure John, what can I answer for you?" Devon asked just as easily as before.

"Well, I guess I was wondering why you all don't do the movie? If you're the experts, and the staff is attractive enough." John asked. 

"Because it would take years to teach me how to act. Then there is the fact that none of us wish to be actors." Devon said simply. 

Will raised his hand, and when recognized with a gesture from Devon asked his question. "How do we fake those scenes though? I mean, no way is anyone here going to let us turn their skin that shade of red." 

"Damn right." Lisa said forcefully. "No way are you doing that to me." 

Devon smiled again and gestured towards Jeannette, who brought him a medium sized flogger. "This flogger is going to be one of your props I believe they're called?"

Will saw the invitation and stood to walk to Devon. Devon continued. "This flogger is made from the lightest and softest leather available. You would have to swing it full arm to even get a good sting going. It will pop rather convincingly on camera though." 

Will took the flogger and looked at it. He slapped it into his open palm, and heard the dozen strands slapping each other. "Hardly anything." 

"Right." Devon said. "I've spoken to Frank about this, and we've agreed the best way is use of a red tinted light on the skin, with the application of this flogger, will fake it fairly well." 

Lisa and Kelly stood and went to see the whip that they were supposed to endure, and felt it. It was awful soft, and lightweight. 

Dominique saw it was going to break down to group discussion now, and turning waved Christina towards the office. They entered Devon's office and sat in the chairs. "Any problems with Michael? Or am I out of line?" 




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"He's not fired, if that's what you're asking." Christina replied.

"It was." Dominique said. "He struck me as a satisfactory manager, someone who understood his business, if he misunderstood ours." 

"Devon seems to live up to his reputation, you all have." Christina offered in response.

In the central area, Frank was using Lisa's back to describe the lighting objective. "So as the flogging moves, the light will be uncovered more, allowing more of the back to get that pinkish color we saw today. It makes the choreography a little more difficult, always making sure you're not blocking the light, but should work fairly well for the whipping scenes." 

Kristy was in the back near Elaine. "How bad does it hurt to be whipped like that?" 

"Depends on who is whipping you, and if you're warmed up or not." Elaine answered quietly. "A slight sting, moving to a heavier sting, to unbearably painful." 

"Will had an excellent question, what do we mean about warming up." Devon said loudly to get everyone's attention back on him. "I believe we can demonstrate that right here." 

The crowd gathered around to watch Jeannette take her dress off and assume the punishment position. Andre stepped forward. "Warming the skin up means starting off slowly, softly if you will." He took a different whip from Diane and flicked it twice, measuring it.

Andre began to flick it along Jeannette's back. "You start out lightly, barely touching the skin, but moving it along, so it brushes here, touches there. Don't stay in one place with your blows." 

Devon picked up the discussion as Andre's speed began to pick up. "By doing this, you draw the blood to the surface of the skin, making it hot to the touch, warming the subject up." 

"This is supposed to do what?" Lisa asked with a bit of acid in her tone. 

"It makes it possible to flog the subject, without leaving massive bruises or injuring them. It means it's pleasurable, instead of painful." Devon said with the same smile. 

"Right." Lisa answered obviously doubting the answer.

"It does." Ann said. "I know." 

Lisa's jaw almost dropped open. Then she quickly closed it and turned back to the demonstration. 

"You can see the skin starting to get that pinkish glow now. So you increase the force of the blows, bringing a sharper snap to the whips movements." Andre continued. 

In the office, Christina accepted a cup of coffee. "I'd like to speak with Elaine, and Kristy, if you don't think that would be a problem." 

Dominique considered. "If you would allow a suggestion on how to best accomplish it?" 

Christina nodded. Dominique continued. "See them here, in this office, after dinner. We can break the trainee's up, and let them relax some tonight, that way they won't be missed, and no questions are asked which might prove embarrassing." 

Christina agreed, and then the two of them returned to see Jeannette describe the feelings of the whippings. "Like we said, a true whipping, to an experienced slave, is pleasurable. It gets the endorphin's going." 

"That's crazy." Kelly objected.

Ann smiled. "Have you ever heard of a runner's high? It's the same thing, but more intense. You have to sink into the sting, and become one with it, and then the endorphins, the bodies own individual morphine, takes over." 

"So it's like doing drugs?" Lisa asked confused.

"In a way, yes." Devon answered. 

"Miss, if I may." Geneva began. "I just reached this level, and have experienced it exactly once. It was so amazingly intense. So incredible to feel everything, the smells were intense, the feelings, everything." 

The class broke up shortly thereafter, and the staff worked to return the items to their normal places. Andre and Thomas broke down the table in the Central area, and carried it with the Slaves helps to reassemble it in the Dungeon. 

Devon got his instructions and nodded once, and then while mingling with the actors whispered a request first to Elaine, and then to Kristy. They both agreed and it was done. 

Dinner was the usual meeting, and Devon summarized. "We're nearly there, some brush up and finalizing on the ballet, some practice in the motions, but we're just about there." 

"Devon, this movie is going to set a whole new standard. Was that your intention?" Frank asked.

Devon shook his head. "No, I merely wanted to do it right, not set a standard for all the movies."

"The plan tomorrow?" Dominique asked.

"Light Ballet, and introduction to the training tools to be used in the movies. Sorry, the props that will be used in the movies. Giving the actors time to get comfortable with the actual items they'll use." Devon said. 

"Final review on Friday Morning?" Dominique asked. 

Devon shook his head. "No, a good breakfast, and final question and answer, and then off they all go." 

The meal broke up and again the Actors found two beers per person in a large tub covered with ice. They began to relax and spread out, chatting, watching TV, or otherwise just relaxing and coming to terms with what they'd seen. 

Crystal on the other hand, was horny as hell. She'd had half a dozen orgasms, and wanted another dozen. She practically prayed that someone, anyone would bed her tonight. 

Kristy arrived in the office and found Elaine already seated with Dominique and with Christina. She sat down after closing the door as requested. 

"As you know, I'm Dominique, the President of this organization, and the trainer with the most experience in this lifestyle. This is Christina, the senior Vice President of Pleasure Products who has been given this project to oversee."

Quick greetings were given and then Dominique continued. "Kristy, both Christina and I have been briefed by Devon, and let me welcome you to a lifestyle that you will find most rewarding." 

Kristy looked a little scared and then looked and found Elaine giving her a reassuring glance and gesture back. She tried to relax. 

"Kristy, I wanted to talk to you, to tell you how I'm determined to keep your information confidential." Christina began. "Michael was called away, and I wanted you to be certain that we want this project to be a success, but not at the cost of your life, and your privacy." 

Kristy nodded her understanding and mumbled a thank you. Why were they being so nice to her? She was a bit actor, with only two scenes in the movie. One was an orgy which would be surprising if she had two quick flashes while everyone was focused on Lisa getting buggered. 

"Christina, to make sure I understand. It is the position of your company to maintain the confidentiality that we currently enjoy regarding our lifestyle?" Elaine asked.

Kristy watched Christina agree to this. Then listened while Christina continued. "It's not only the position of the company, it's my personal position as well. I am not drawn to this lifestyle. I am not likely to be. Although the image of Mistress Ann and Dominique here is somewhat reflective of the authority I enjoy, it is not reflective of my personal relationships." 

"So you're not going to tell anyone?" Kristy asked with a small brittle voice.

"No." Christina said firmly. "Nor will anyone else. The only people who know, besides the staff here, is Michael, and I. We have discussed this in depth, and I can guarantee that Michael will tell no one else." 

Kristy seemed to relax a bit. "I just don't know what they would think. About me I mean." 

"In time, you won't care." Dominique said more softly than anyone had heard her say anything before. It was filled with compassion, and understanding. She continued in the same tone. "In time, the opinion of your Master, or Mistress, will be your primary focus. How you feel about them will draw that out of you. In time, you may well return here, to learn how to be exceptional, as all our students learn." 

"I meant to ask Devon about that, I see I have much to learn as well." Elaine said.

"I'll promise you both slots, if or when you're ready to return." Dominique said. 

"I don't think we'll make enough off of this movie for that." Elaine admitted.

"I'll comp you both a month, after that, we'll negotiate something agreeable." Dominique said with a small smile for Kristy. "When or if you're ready. I warn you though. The regular curriculum is very difficult, almost impossible." 

"Why?" Kristy asked.

Dominique considered for a moment and then rose and said. "I know where Devon hides his Blue Label, if you you're interested. However, I think I'd like a small Brandy. Would anyone care to join me?" She opened a cabinet and revealed a number of bottles inside. 

"A Brandy would be nice." Admitted Christina. 

Once drinks were seen to, and everyone had one before them. Dominique sat again and turned to Kristy. "Why you asked. Simple. None of us wish to be Actors. None of us wish to be involved in the Film Industry. We want to do exactly what we are doing, teaching, training, serving. You on the other hand, both of you, are active in the film industry, and if we trained you, properly, would represent us well out there with our potential clients." 

Kristy looked at Elaine and saw her smiling and then looked at Christina. Elaine let out a bark of laughter. "So by training us, should we feel ready, we become your advertising medium in the movies?" 

"Yes." Dominique admitted. "I'm being honest with you because as fellow Bondage folk, you deserve absolute honesty."

Kristy didn't know what to think, but it was obvious that Elaine was intrigued by the offer. 

The women chatted for a bit longer, and then the impromptu meeting broke up. Dominique avoided the central area, and went to her room. 

Andre had decided to let off some of his own steam, and felt that Crystal would be a good candidate. She was obviously aroused, and knowing her as he did, he checked to make sure his personal collection of bindings was ready, because Crystal would probably need it to stop. 

Kristy went with Elaine back upstairs, following the already departed Actors, and found her way to her room. It was a long day, and as she lay down on her bed to sleep, she found she was aroused, troubled, and deeply moved by the things she'd seen here, at the Academy. 

Elaine had no trouble sleeping, she also knew what she had seen today, and what she would learn when she returned. If all they asked was credit, they would get it for teaching her. 

Devon sat in Dominique's room, listening to her instructions, and her report. He agreed to her conclusions, and her suggestions. He also agreed to honor the commitment she had made with Elaine and Kristy. He agreed to the assumption that they would be satisfactory teasers on the west coast. 

Christina lay down and almost immediately fell asleep. A day traveling, followed by the half day of training, with too little sleep last night had worn her out. Tomorrow, would bring more information, and she would meet with Tony and Frank for film information.

Kristy wondered what it felt like to have parts of you pinched like she'd seen. She imagined it was painful. She started to ask the questions she was supposed to. What kind of slave am I to be? Am I a pain slut like Crystal? I don't think so. Do I get off on humiliation like Geneva? No. I don't. Am I more like Diane? The all around service oriented slave? Perhaps not an all around slave, but more along those lines. I could see myself serving Master, or Mistress Elaine. I could see myself serving any of the Masters, including Dominique. She is a tough woman to be in charge of Devon, and the rest of them. They defer to her without any sign of chafing under her authority. It's as if obedience to her is as natural as the sun rising in the morning.

Kristy fell asleep wondering what it would feel like to kneel before someone like that, and then she realized belatedly, she would soon enough, when her relationship with Elaine had gone far enough, she would. For some reason, that image didn't scare her. It didn't turn her on, but it didn't scare her either. 

Crystal was laying on her back, her hands bound to her ankles, her elbows bound painfully to her knees, and a bar was between her knees keeping her legs spread widely apart. Andre was balls deep in her, and pumping powerfully into her pussy. 

She had been forbidden climaxes, unless granted permission, for each one. This made it worse, because she had already been denied permission once. She began to beg. "Please Master, let me come. I'm trying to hold on." 

Andre reached over the bar, and gripped her nipple savagely. She screamed, and came, without permission. Andre grinned evilly as he pumped harder into her pussy. Sometimes, this job was a lot of fun. 

Crystal felt her orgasm subside and she looked up at Master Andre and began to apologize. "I'm sorry Master, I'm so sorry." 

"Needy slut, stealing an orgasm from me?" Andre asked as he continued to fuck into her. 

"Master, please. I'm trying to obey." Crystal said as she felt another one building. The ache in her arms and legs and the bruising her pussy was getting was driving her arousal to new highs. 

"You've earned a punishment for that Slave." Andre promised. "I also intend to see you're trained properly on how to control your orgasms." 

"Please Master, let me come, I'm going to soon. I can't hold them back." Crystal moaned. 

"Come for me slave, come for me now. Give me an orgasm." Andre demanded. He was close himself, his balls were tight against him, preparing to pump his seed deep within her. 

Crystal did, and then she felt him start to pulse. She shuddered in pleasure, knowing that this was her heaven. To have a big cock in her, possessing her, and to have him hurting her, was wonderful. 

Ten minutes later, she lay on the floor grinning wildly. She was chained to his bed, her hands bound to her collar. Her legs bound together. This was to stop her from playing with herself. The best part was the torture he'd given, in addition to no more orgasms tonight. He had cinched her into a chastity belt, tightly. He had really cinched it down and locked it into place. She couldn't so much as pee with it on. He threatened to leave it on her tomorrow as well, especially if she further sinned by waking him. 

The hard leather cut between her ass cheeks, spreading them, and she was certain there would be a hard red mark there by now. The hard leather also pushed her pussy, worse than it had ever been tied down before. More painfully than ever. She loved it. She knew that tomorrow, her crotch would hurt all day long. It would be bliss for her. 

She finally drifted off to sleep, the smile on her face sure sign of her happiness in service. 

The next morning, Jeannette again got the instructions, and promises for the slaves who were doing so much to make the project a success. They were off and running, waking the actors, and once back in the showers, were joined by Crystal, who had a grin on her face, and deep red marks around her waist and between her ass cheeks. 

"Good grief Crystal, what happened to you?" Geneva asked taking a quick glance at the marks, and hiding the relief she felt when no blisters were apparent. 

"Master Andre." Crystal explained as she stepped into the shower. "He worked me over good last night." 

Diane shook her head. "You're incorrigible you know that?" 

"Yeah, but it feels great." Crystal said as she gently washed between her legs. She winced noticing how tender her pussy was today. Well, it had been used roughly yesterday, so it seemed right, somehow. 

Jeannette smiled indulgently, and joined the rest in the shower. "OK, similar routine today. Five groups of Actors, separated by their scene partners. We're going to go though some rehearsals." 

"Good, so we get to watch them fuck this time?" Crystal asked.

Jeannette chuckled good naturedly, and continued. "No, we aren't going to watch them fuck. We're going to help them be more like us, the movements, not the sex." 

"It's a shame." Crystal offered with a wicked grin. "I bet that a couple of them could do a nice job of that." 

"They should, they're porn stars." Geneva said with a giggle in her voice.

"Jeannette, tell Master Devon that Crystal needs some more whipping to settle her down. She had too much fun with Master Andre last night." Diane offered. 

"No way, I'm sore enough. I was good last night, I swear." Crystal responded just as playfully. It was the joking, the camaraderie, the sense of equality that existed among the slaves that made her feel at home. 

Devon was already downstairs laying out the evenings activity with Chef. So much work went into planning and preparation, which of course, was why the productions went off without a hitch. 

At breakfast he began to outline the evening. "Ann, I'm going to need you and Thomas in the kitchen this evening. We're going to be so short handed, and fairly crowded at the table with thirteen. You'll help Josh get the next courses ready." 

"No problem boss." Thomas said between hurried bites.

"Sure thing Devon." Ann agreed. 

"This dinner, will it be like the one we had before?" Christina asked.

"Yes, but larger. More people including all the actors." Devon agreed. 

"We've had to call in some former students." Dominique explained. "We just don't have the staff for anything this large." 

"Rehearsals this morning, some explanation on dinner this afternoon, and then review this evening?" Tony asked to insure he had the schedule fixed in his mind. 

"Yes, then tomorrow, after breakfast, I'm afraid you'll all be leaving us." Devon said with simulated regret. 

Frank chuckled. "I bet you'll miss us." 

"It's been an education for all of us." Devon temporized. 

Jeannette was briefing the actors. "This morning, final rehearsals with us, then a demonstration this afternoon, and examples of how to serve a formal dinner." 

"Great, so now I have to give Master his fucking food too?" Lisa grumped with less acid in her tone than she'd had a few days ago.

"No, you are to be the guests, we're just going to show you how we do it." Jeannette said. "We'll be serving you." 

Kristy wondered how that would be done, and then realized she was looking forward to seeing it. 

The actors went to rehearse and Chef sat on a stool and looked at his recipe cards. It wasn't going to be easy to feed thirteen at once, but he could manage it. The dishes would be relatively simple, nothing that took extraordinary time. 

He made his final selections and then left to go get some things he needed at the market. The Butcher shop was to be his last stop. Josh was laying out the items for lunch. It would be simple today. Chef had decided that the diners would get a light lunch today, to help whet their appetites for tonight. 

When he returned, Chef had the items he was missing for tonight. Baked Oysters on the half shell, a simple consume' for the soup course. Garden salad with onion juice and garlic. In lieu of his favorite dish, Duck ala Mr. Richards, since he couldn't get enough duck in time, he decided on Chicken Breast Filets with a sauce that had been taught to him by Master Chef Jean Lecanuet when he worked at the W hotel in New York City. 

"Josh, start to bake these, and we'll draw the marrow out after lunch." Chef said as he handed a bag containing several large marrowbones to Josh. 

"Sure thing Chef." Josh said as he fired up the Oven and began to prepare the bones to be baked. 

Chef started to prepare the things that could be ready ahead of time, and then to lay out the items he would need for the dinner. 

The morning passed, and then after the simple lunch of meats and cheeses the actors were gathered around a small table in the central area. Diane and Mistress Rebecca were describing the proper way to serve a dinner to your Master, so the actors would understand what they saw tonight, and the depth of devotion that existed in the Slaves. 




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"This is the culmination of many months of effort. The slaves apply everything they've learned. Ballet, the understanding of their individual Master's quirks, and tastes. The slaves pour their hearts into this effort, as they do everything that they work on. 

A van pulled up in the rear of the house, and four women got out. They were dressed in fashionable street clothing. The taxi backed out and left. The women walked into the kitchen, and it was old home week for a moment. 

"Suzanne, welcome back." Jeannette said at first. Yvette and Donna were next, and then Cathy. "Hey Cathy, how are you." 

The Slaves were friendly, and then quickly got to work. Serving Master took a lot of your time. Jeannette rehearsed the slaves for a bit, under the supervision of Mistress Ann and Master Thomas. Ann and Thomas ate with the slaves, eating before the dinner was served. They didn't get the Oysters, or the special dishes, but they did get good food anyway. 

They dressed in the special toga's that were used for this.

"There are eight of us, and thirteen of them. We're going to be busy girls. Don't try and focus on one person or even two people. Take the zone that we talked about, and we'll fly through this." Jeannette reminded them as they prepared and lined up the things they would need. Everything was prepared, the dinner was on schedule, and the first course, the soup was nearly ready to be served. 

Chef and Josh were bouncing around in the Kitchen, communicating with quick phrases, accustomed to one another after the couple short weeks of working all day together. 

Devon looked busy as he was constantly between the kitchen, and the actors who were now mingling about in the central area, sipping drinks that Devon had rolled out a cart for. 

Then it was time. The group was taken in, and once seated in the main dining room. Devon began. "We've shown you how we prepare for such an event as this. To give you the idea of how much effort a real slave puts into this type of formal affair. You watched Diane and saw how gracefully she moved. Allow me to show you how such a dinner is really presented." He raised his watch and said the words that began everything. "We're ready Jeannette." 

Five seconds later the parade through the door began. Jeannette holding one bowl of soup in her hands held the swinging door open and once she had become still she said. "Dinner is served Master." 

The rest moved, one going right, one going left, until they were in position, and then served the soup together, Jeannette leading the movements. The girls stepped back near the wall and came to rest, standing with their hands clasped before them, motionless, waiting for their Master's bidding. 

"Wow, that's neat." Kelly admitted.

Christina leaned to Devon and said. "I don't know the rest of the girls, the other four."

Devon answered loudly enough to be heard by everyone as they ate their soups. "The other four slaves are former students, all of them are through phase one, and most are partially through phase two. They are slaves 24/7, like our own, they just serve their own masters instead of us. We called their Masters, and they were kind enough to lend them to us for this evenings dinner." 

The dinner proceeded and each course was served with the same flourish. The final coffees were served. Devon leaned back and surveyed the table. "Since our purpose here is to teach you, I'm going to waive the usual rules and allow you to question the slaves on the service, or anything else." Before any questions could be asked. Devon said. "Slaves, answer any question short of insult to your masters." 

The slaves all replied with their customary. "Yes Master." Not in unison, but they all said it. 

The questions began. Kristy locked eyes with Elaine, and saw she was suitably impressed with the dinner. Kristy turned to one. "I don't know your name, I'm Kristy." 

"Kristy, I'm Suzanne." The girl answered. 

"How long have you been doing this? I mean, being a slave." 

"Four years." Suzanne said. "I was here a few weeks ago. I guess I'll be back when they're done teaching you." 

"You have more training?" Kristy asked surprised. 

"Yes. I'm through phase one, but not the other phases." 

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that you looked perfect in serving the dinner." Kristy said to cover her mistake. 

Suzanne smiled. "No insult taken. Thank you for the compliment." 

Tony and Frank were in huddled conversation and then they turned to Christina. "Do you have any idea what it would look like? To serve a dinner like this on film?" 

"It would look wonderful." Christina acknowledged. "The problem is that it would take another week or two to get the actors doing it." 

"Devon, is there any way." Tony began. 

"No." Devon cut him off. "Forgive the rudeness, however this discussion has been covered, and none of my staff are available for this." 

Devon called Chef on his watch and both Josh and Chef John stepped into the dining room to the applause of the diners. 

The group moved to the central area where additional drinks were seen to. Five of the girls were serving the drinks and three were seeing to cleaning up. 

Cathy turned to Tony and asked with a friendly smile. "A drink sir?"

"Sure, I'll have another." Tony said hading over his glass. "The Scotch is very good."

"Yes sir, I'll be right back with that." Cathy moved and went to get the drink, with Andre and Thomas acting as bartenders. 

When she returned and gracefully presented the drink to Tony she turned to go and was stopped by his question. "Does Devon speak for you too? Do you also decline the opportunity to be in a movie?" 

Cathy smiled at him tolerantly. "No sir, Master Devon doesn't speak for me. I belong to David, and he speaks for me." 

Elaine and Kristy were watching this, Elaine had a smile on her face, she was obviously enjoying this entire production. 

"Would David object to your being in a movie?" Tony asked.

"Yes sir, he would." Cathy said with the hint of a wicked gleam in her eye. "He hates it when I'm not there to suck his cock after work." She turned and moved on. 

Ann who had seen the episode as well turned to hide her smile. 

Tony sighed and shook his head. He shrugged to Frank and then sipped his drink. He saw Elaine and Kristy and said. "I guess I asked for that." 

Elaine nodded. Kristy turned to her. "Why are they so adamant about not being in the movie?" 

Elaine turned to her new submissive and said. "To them, it's an insult. Everyone knows that movies are play, not real. To them, to play a submissive on screen is to diminish the life they have chosen, and embraced. They wouldn't be serving Master, they would be pretending to, and they don't like that." 

"You don't have any problems with doing the movie." Kristy said. "Am I supposed to object to it too?"

Elaine shook her head. "No. You're supposed to find your own path." Elaine started to walk along the edge of the crowd with Kristy walking with her. Once out of earshot of the rest Elaine said softly. "Remember what Dominique said? We're unique because of our experience in the Movies?" 

"Yeah." Kristy said thinking. "Do you think I could do that? Serve a dinner like that?"

"Do you think you could?" Elaine countered.

"I guess so." Kristy said. 

Elaine smiled in a friendly manner as she said. "So do I Kristy." 

"Where did they learn all of this? From what you were saying, there isn't anyone this advanced in the world." Kristy asked again.

"I don't know. I've been doing this for years. I've been to most of the major clubs in LA, and I've never heard of anything like this until the rumors started on the web." Elaine admitted. 

"Do you think I'll be able to come here? I mean, will I be that advanced? Able to do what they are?" Kristy asked as she watched Yvette and Donna who seemed almost connected at the hip, one was never far from the other, serving drinks. 

Elaine took a glance, and then turned back. "As a guess, perhaps." She started to slowly move around the circle again. Towards John Stone and Lisa who were chatting with Ann and Andre. "You've had sex with people on screen that you hardly knew, and that is something that most people can't do."

Kristy considered. She wondered how she would feel about it if her Father hadn't pushed her into this line of work. "Yeah." 

Elaine stepped up to listen to Ann explain the draw of the lifestyle again. "Elaine, Kristy, I was just explaining to Lisa how I got into this." 

"She was a cop, do you believe that?" Lisa asked. 

"You were?" Kristy asked surprised.

"I was in the Sheriff's department." Ann acknowledged. 

"She was convinced we were all abusive bastards who were involved in some horrific conspiracy." Andre said grinning. "She was hell on wheels and determined to prove her case." 

"What happened? I mean, how did you end up working here?" Lisa asked.

"I got in trouble, I wanted to catch Devon in whatever he was doing, that I refused to follow orders and leave them alone. The Sheriff was most unhappy with me." Ann admitted. "So I quit, before they fired me. Then Devon recruited me, he and Jeannette." 

"So they thought you could be a dominatrix?" John Stone asked with a leer. 

Ann smiled at him tolerantly. "They knew I was tough, and determined. They showed me I could do the job, and then they started to teach me." 

Andre grinned at Stone. "Don't push her, I promise you'll never forget her lessons." 

Lisa looked between the two and appeared confused. "You act like she kicked your ass." 

"She did." Andre confirmed. "Left me lying on the ground crying like a baby." 

Lisa looked to Ann with new respect clear on her face. Kristy was uncomfortable and unsure what she should do. Elaine seemed to be the only one who was calmly accepting this information. "I've heard that police are well trained in self defense. Is that part of the curriculum here as well?" 

Ann shook her head. "No, we don't teach people to fight, or to harm anyone. We teach them to serve their Masters, and we teach Masters how to command a slave." 

Lisa looked at the big Andre, who had at least eighty pounds on the more diminutive Ann, and wondered if they were pulling her leg. Ann didn't behave like it was a joke, so perhaps she had beaten him up. "Why did you kick Andre's ass Ann?" 

Ann looked at her with annoyance clear on her face. It was obvious she wanted this discussion over. Andre answered for her. "Mistress Ann has lines we may not cross, and I crossed one. She made sure that I would not repeat that ever again." 

"Where did you find all the slaves?" Kristy asked to change the subject from one that was obviously annoying Ann. 

"Jeannette was with them, and they found Diane at a club." Ann answered. "Geneva found us, after hearing about us, and then Cathy posted on the Internet all our information telling the world how we were the best in the Bondage community." 

"Crystal found us that way, and we tested them in turn, each of them, and found they were exceptional as slaves." Andre finished. 

"The others?" Elaine asked.

"They are students, Cathy was the first, then Suzanne, and then the twins." Ann answered.

"The twins? Yvette and Devon don't look anything alike." John said taking another look at them. 

"They're not really related. They serve the same Master, and almost always do everything together. It wasn't easy separating them to train them, it's like they were Siamese twins for a while." Andre explained. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen." Devon interrupted the various conversations. "I'm afraid our drink service is about to end so we can return the other slaves to their Masters, the cart will remain of course, and you are free to continue enjoying yourself. However from here on out, it will be more along the lines of serve yourself." 

Lisa turned back to Ann and said. "So you like doing this? I mean, having this kind of authority or power or whatever you call it?" 

Ann nodded. "I do. It's hard and it takes a ton of work. But you see the differences in your own performance. It's an incredible amount of effort and practice to learn to control yourself, and then to teach another." 

Lisa nodded. "I was just thinking, that when I'm not doing movies, I could do something like this, I heard someone say that the market for women to spank men is pretty big." 

John looked uncomfortable. "I think you should talk to Elaine, don't you?"

"Yeah." Lisa said suddenly. "Elaine, what's it like in LA? Any money in this?" 

"I have a few clients." Elaine admitted. "Mostly this is a side thing. I'm an editor for Petero publishing. I work out of my home, which allows me to do things like this movie for extra cash, and gives me the flexible schedule I need to pursue other things." 

Kristy felt that was a good deal. "All I have is this. I don't have another job."

Elaine suddenly glanced around. She looked for Devon and stared at him for some time. John Stone and Lisa were engrossed in conversation with Andre about how long it takes to become a suitable Dominatrix. Kristy sensing the change in Elaine leaned closer and turned so others couldn't see her softly speak to Elaine. "What is it?" 

"Just a thought, it couldn't be though." Elaine admitted after a moment, and then she relaxed. "I just had a wild thought is all." 

Kristy shrugged and dropped it, since it appeared that Elaine didn't want to discuss it after all. 

Tony was talking to Christina, Frank, and Devon. "That dinner was one of the best I've ever had. The service was impeccable." 

"That's why I didn't suggest it as a scene. It would be impossible to choreograph it without screwing it up. You really have to experience it to grasp the attention to detail they have." Christina admitted. 

Frank was frowning. "I don't think we could do it. Not on our budget anyway. The parade of dishes, the slaves standing back and waiting. Any angle we shot from would be at half full of backs." 

Tony agreed grudgingly. "Yeah, OK, we don't do that scene. The script about set though?" 

"Yeah, I'm comfortable with it, and set design is done with those." 

"Then you're ready to shoot the film?" Devon asked.

"Oh Yeah. We'll need three days to get the sets ready, and then we can start shooting." Frank acknowledged. 

Devon smiled. "Would it be too much to ask to get a copy of it?"

"No problem." Christina said. "I'll send a half dozen to Dominique." She looked at Devon. "I think it will be a new standard for movies, at least in our field." 

Devon nodded slightly. "I believe you're right." 

"Are they ready? The actors?" Christina asked Devon next. 

Devon gestured. "Look at them, calm, comfortable, confident. Exactly where you want them at mentally. It's where I strive to keep my people at by the way. Then the challenges you face seem if not easy, then doable." 

Frank took a look around, and he saw people chatting amiably, easily. They were smiling, and laughing. He turned back and said. "Why are they so relaxed now, when they were so tense when they got here." 

Devon looked at him with surprise on his face. "They passed. They know it and it shows." He gestured again with his drink. "They had a new challenge to overcome. They didn't really want to do it, and thought it was stupid. That was the first challenge for us, breaking through it. We did it, and then they saw the benefit of our efforts. They stopped fighting us, and they started to really apply themselves." 

Christina glanced at the groups and then back to Devon. "Would this have been possible with anyone else besides you?" 

Devon nodded. "Certainly. Our tricks aren't special. They're just applied psychology and sociology. It's the same tricks that every trainer uses to motivate people." Devon sipped at his drink and then after licking his lips smiled. "Any trainer of any specialty, especially the pinnacle of that specialty, could have done just what we did here. Teach someone to fake it." 

"Convincingly." Tony finished for him to chuckles. 

The small farewell party broke up slowly, with people meandering off, and the slaves starting to clean up. Ann and Andre stayed and assisted the clean up, taking the glasses and trays into the kitchen where the slaves were cheerfully cleaning them. 

Then the staff went to bed, exhausted after a long day, and a late night, for them. 

Morning found the staff all hustling. They were up and getting the actors ready. Ann walked up and down the hallway. "Remember to get all your clothing, check the dressers, after you leave we'll be putting the furniture in storage for our regular trainees." She ducked into one room with an open door. "Lisa, did you check that you have everything?" 

"You know, I was just thinking that I might not like being a Dominatrix, if I have to act like that." Lisa said snottily. 

"You're just not a morning person, that's all." Ann said smiling at her. "Let's go, breakfast and then you all are going to be getting shuttled to the airport." 

Lisa groaned and went back to packing her bags. 

Kristy stuck her head out her door and waved to Master Thomas who was also in the hallway mimicking Ann as she encouraged everyone to pack everything. "Thomas? What furniture do the regular trainees get?"

"A futon on the floor, and a chain hanging from that bracket in the wall. It's equipped with a quick release incase of fire or emergency." Thomas said pointing.

Kristy turned and realized how out of place the bracket looked now. She looked at the room and tried to imagine it with only a futon and a chain. 

Crystal was back upstairs after taking some of the luggage down. She'd heard the description from Thomas, and said. "Yeah, it's awesome. They lock you in so you don't wonder off." 

Kristy turned to Crystal. "You sound excited about us leaving." 

"It was fun and all, but I miss being trained." Crystal admitted. 

"Little slave is anxious to see if she earned her rewards isn't she?" Thomas asked with a knowing smile on his face. 

"What reward?" Kristy asked quietly.

"A spin on the table, it's awesome Your head blows off when they take you over." Crystal said wickedly. 

"You could still lose it Crystal, get back to work." Thomas chided as Geneva and Diane also reappeared on the floor. 

"Yes Master." Crystal said and quickly hustled down the hallway. 

Devon was in his office with the Management team. "I've arranged for two vans to take you to the airport. They'll arrive in about two hours, which will get you to the airport in plenty of time to clear security." Devon said. 

Christina nodded. "OK, sounds good. All our flights are pretty much about at the same time." 

"Within an hour or two." Frank agreed. 

Frank and Tony went to check on their bags leaving Christina and Dominique in Devon's office. Christiana began. "Any objections or things you wish went better?" 

Devon shrugged. "Things could always go better, you just manage to do what you can with what you have." 

Christina smiled at that. A thin, smile reflecting her inner humor at the statement. She quickly put her business face on. "Dominique, anything you think could have been done better?" 

Dominique hesitated for a moment. "I'm sure we can all think of things that we can do better in the future. The one area I am not entirely please about, is the decision to allow Kristy to go through discovery. That wasn't the purpose." Devon raised a hand to object and Dominique waved him silent. "However, after speaking to the trainers, all of them, it was becoming painfully apparent that she was fighting it, and that would have been worse, so while it wasn't a great choice, I believe it was the only one we could have made with the stated desire to keep her for the movie." 

Christina nodded slowly. "I assumed you would have mentioned Michael's behavior. I have to decide what to do with him when I return." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 30



The Vassal Academy Part 30: Jeannette's lesson.

The last four days had been hectic for everyone. The academy was finally back in normal operation though. The stall walls had been removed from the training wings, the furniture had been broken down and stored. The linens had been laundered and folded and put away for when it may be used again. 

The slaves had all had a spin on the table, and Devon had returned to town, once with Jeannette, and once with Geneva. Suzanne would return in a couple days to resume her training while her Master went to check on production facilities in the Malaysia for ten days. 

Devon was ready for the next project though. He picked up the phone and glanced at the folder he had just digested. It was Sarah Miller's file, and he thought he was ready to talk to her.

The phone rang. Sarah answered it. "Yes?" 

"Ms. Sarah Miller please." Devon said.

"Speaking." Sarah answered. She hadn't recognized the number on the display. 

"Ms. Miller, This is Devon Jamison of the Vassal Academy, I was hoping to speak to you about your request." 

Sarah felt the floor dip below her, and then she realized it was her stomach. She tried to compose herself, stepping out of the hallway into a smaller cubby that was unoccupied. "Mr. Jamison, I'm on my way to a meeting right now, may I call you back at this number in a couple hours?" 

"Certainly. Someone will be here to answer it, and I will be able to discuss your request at your convenience." Devon answered with tones of understanding in his voice. 

Sarah sat through the production meeting, making notes, and asking a couple questions for clarification. She agreed with the Executive Vice President who oversaw all public relations, the branch of the company she was working in, that there was no need to change the current ad campaign, sales were consistent, and even climbing a bit. 

After the meeting was over, she returned to her office, and then decided it was too risky to discuss this information here. She took her briefcase, and she left the building. Not early, the meeting had let out at six, but not as late as she would sometimes stay. 

It took thirty minutes to reach her condo, and once inside she leaned against the door, trying to catch her breath. They were going to help her. They were going to help her after all. She had talked to Dominique, and gotten an explanation that they were involved in a big project for Hollywood, and it would be a couple weeks before they could discuss her case. That had been almost three weeks ago, and now they were calling her. 

She set her purse and briefcase on the kitchen table and selected Devon's number from her history. She thumbed the call back button, and listened while it rang. 

"Vassal Academy, Devon." 

"Mr. Jamison, it's Sarah Miller returning your call." 

"Good to hear from you Sarah." Devon said simply. "Please feel free to call me Devon, and I apologize for taking so long to get back to you. We had a very large project that we only just completed." 

"Yes, Dominique explained that as well. Mr. Jamison, I'm hoping that you can help me here." 

Devon didn't allow his voice to lose any of it's cheerfulness. "I'm not sure if we can, or not. What I'd like to do is meet with you this weekend. I'm planning on coming to Houston to look at some other related matters, and I'd be quite happy to meet and discuss this with you in person, unless you object of course." 

"Why would you need to meet with me?" Sarah asked. 

"To discuss the specifics of your request. Ms. Miller, surely you realize how unusual your request is." Devon temporized. 

"Yes." Sarah agreed. "Very well, I'll meet with you. Where will you be staying?" 

"The Airport Marriott, I've reserved a suite, and I should arrive Friday at about noon local time, unless the flight is delayed. Would seven pm be satisfactory? We could dine at the Hotel, I understand they have some very good food." 

"Is this to be a date Mr. Jamison?" 

Devon laughed. "Ms. Miller, Friday you will know how silly that question was. For now, just take my word that I intend to discuss this matter, verbally, with you. No untoward behavior is contemplated." 

Sarah considered for just a moment. In her best no nonsense Vice President voice she said. "Very well, I'll see you at seven then." 

"I'll confirm that on Thursday Ms. Miller. Good night." Devon said and then hung up. He chuckled and returned to his book. 

Sarah on the other hand began pacing in her condo. She walked to the window, and then back to the door. This wasn't what she'd expected. A meeting with them in her home town was not on the agenda. 

Sarah went to her kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. There was very little inside, and she walked to the drawer with all the delivery menus. Deciding on Chinese, she placed an order by phone, and then got out of her work clothing. It was a severely cut suit jacket with matching slacks. A blouse that was buttoned to one short of the collar went with it. 

Sarah emerged dressed in baggy jeans and a T-shirt before opening a Diet Coke and turning on the TV. After paying the delivery guy for her dinner, she sat at the TV and tried not to think. 

She had become aware of her desires in College, slowly. At first, it had been strange dreams of rough and bruising sex. Then there had been the actual events, which somehow, left her wanting. She had a wild night with a Football player who had a reputation for rough and ready sex escapades. That should have satisfied her. It hadn't. The next morning, she had bruises on her thighs from his hips, and her pussy had been red and sore. She decided that it wasn't something she could pursue, and she had instead locked it all away and left it behind.

So she had thought at the time. For almost ten years after her Graduation, she hadn't spared a moment's thought for her love life, instead, burying herself in the company, and her job. She had finally risen to Vice President of Public Relations. Under her were literally dozens of employees. Every single one of them wanted her job, and her title. She wanted the next job, Executive Vice President in charge of Communications and PR. Thomas was her immediate supervisor, and knew that she wanted his office. She wanted the perks, and she wanted the bonus package he got every single year. Her own stock options were nice, his were nicer. Her own perks were nice, his were better. 

Sarah finally realized she might just be good enough, ruthless enough, and smart enough to battle her way to the very top. The path was slippery, and steep. Many fell from it before reaching the pinnacle. Many were pulled down by fellow climbers, or tripped up by scandals. An office romance here, an embarrassing wife or relative there. An arrest for DUI ruined more than one career at the company. A child who was arrested for pot, or was busted for drinking had brought several promising careers to a screeching halt. One had been arrested for Tax Evasion, ending his career aspirations. Sarah overpaid her taxes slightly, claiming less for charity than she actually paid, and she also went out of her way to underestimate her tax deductions. If she was audited, she would get a check from the Government. Tax fraud only worked one way, and she worked another. 

The competition was so stiff, that any mistake, no matter how small, ruined you for future opportunities. Those ruined souls always did the same thing, contacting headhunters, to start jumping companies, hoping to hop from one ladder to another, and start climbing again. Some did manage some advancement, most fell completely from the ladder, ending up in a window seat job somewhere. A window seat was a Japanese Term that had been adapted by some American Corporations. When you were erroneously promoted beyond your means, you would be laterally promoted to a job where all you had to do was stare out of a window all day. In time, you would retire, or you would just quit, and no one noticed, you hadn't had any impact in a very long time.

Then, after ten years of climbing the corporate ladder, she had taken one vacation, and the desires she had buried since college, those rough sex desires popped back into her mind. Three years ago, she had been having dreams. Dreams of being raped, of being forcibly taken by one or more assailants. This had disturbed her, it would have been called a nightmare, except for one thing. She would wake up near the point of an orgasm from the dreams. Right on the verge of a climax. This was not a proper response for any lady to have. 

She found a therapist, and started to go. It took four sessions before she was comfortable enough to admit the reason, and the response of the therapist had ended all further sessions. 

"Have you considered trying to find a way to act out your fantasy?"   Absolutely not. Sarah had left the office in a huff and not returned. It wasn't a fantasy, there was just something wrong with her. Something that she needed to fix, so she wasn't distracted by it any longer. 

The problem was her reactions started to dictate her leisure time. Not that she had a great deal of leisure time. She read her first porn story on the web a couple years ago. The raped woman enjoyed it, and turned to find more activities like it. 

Then Sarah had discovered Bondage Erotica. Her dreams had immediately adapted to this new knowledge. Her dreams took on newer and more powerful imagery, and her social life suffered as a result. 

Her last relationship had been a year ago, an investment banker who was sweet, kind, considerate, and boring as hell. In bed, he had tried to be a considerate and attentive lover, and Sarah admitted, he would have succeed with anyone else. She hadn't liked it. As he kissed and caressed her, her mind had screamed tie me up and just fuck the shit out of me. Orgasms with dates had dwindled, and then died. 

Now, to climax, she had to imagine herself folded into impossible shapes, her mouth, her sex, and sometimes, even her ass would be used by a dark and dangerous man who dominated her.

In a few of the stories, a female slave would service a female dominant, and Sarah found herself wondering what that was like. 

She responded in her real world by becoming even more conservative. She donated a huge amount to the Republican Party of Texas, and tried to attend church regularly. She prayed that God would take this, and He hadn't. Perhaps God was busy elsewhere, but he hadn't answered her prayers. 

Then Sarah had read about the Vassal Academy. This pinnacle of bondage and subjugation. Sarah had been thinking about her Father, and how he had cured her of smoking. She had been caught with a pack of Cigarettes when she was 16. He had sat there and made her smoke the entire pack, until she was sick as a dog. That was what she needed, someone to make her do this, until she was sick of it. It had worked on the smokes hadn't it?

Her professional life couldn't take this revelation. She was looking at being one of the most powerful people in the company, and she would have to quit if anyone knew this about her. Her secret had the key to her failure, and her future hung in the balance. There was no choice, she had to get this under control. 

Vincent Kolich sipped a glass of wine and looked at his own dinner for one. His cook, Marcella had just presented it and he thanked her. Taking the first tentative bite, he looked at the plate without any real interest. He had no appetite. Food didn't appeal to him, nor did business. He'd conquered all the challenges, and he had played the games. At forty-seven, he was at the pinnacle of a career spanning more than twenty years, and a half dozen continents. He had sacrificed nearly everything to get here, the head of the co-operative shipping conglomerate and he was not just bored, he was bored to death. 

He sighed and took another bite of the food. He had to eat, he wasn't ready to starve to death after all. Taking out his cell phone, he scrolled through the numbers of people he knew, friends, and lovers. None interested him either. The women were showpieces, looking good on his arm, and as entertaining in public as a statue. Forget discussing any issue other than the proper application of cosmetics, anything else and they were out of their depth. 

His ex wife was with their children, living in Aspen most of the year, except when they escaped the hostile winter climate of the Colorado Mountains for a brief visit to the Bahamas to get their tans in order before returning home. 

His kids didn't like him, and he couldn't blame them. He didn't like them either. His daughter was an avid anti-meat, anti-hunting environmentalist nut who thought he was the embodiment of Satan with his trophy room. He had trophy lions, tigers, bears, Gazelle, and many other creatures. Including a Kodiak Grizzly that was two hundred pounds under the limit to get him into Crocket and Boone. 

A Mountain Ram skin was displayed before his fireplace, and it had been a couple months since he had lay anyone on it. They bored him too. There wasn't anyone who really challenged his intellect, or his passions anymore. He needed someone who would challenge both. 

His cell phone rang and glancing at it he almost thumbed the end button. It was a number, but no name. He didn't recognize the number, and assumed it was a wrong one. After a moment, he ignored it and thumbed the end button, silencing the ring. Let them leave a message. 

Victor Kolich wouldn't listen to the message tonight, instead listening as he rode to work in the morning. 

Devon turned his light out. His daring, his instinct said this was the right move. It was a hunch, but one that kept nagging at him. It had for the last several weeks, and it was once that bumped to his conscious thoughts often. 

He would turn it, and examine the idea from every angle, and then, he would do so again. The probability that he was right, that they would fit together, almost nil. He would do better to pick lottery numbers than try this, the odds were more in his favor with the Lottery. 

Dominique had disapproved, but allowed him to take the time to pursue this idea. She had even split the cost with him, in an effort to show him she supported his ideas, and his work here, but not so much to support this idea, unconditionally. 

Sarah didn't sleep well. She kept waking and praying that he could help her deal with her demon. At four am, she was awake, and almost praying as tears filled her eyes. Please God, help me. Help Devon help me. Take this from me, because I don't know how long I can resist it. The images in my mind, they become more powerful all the time. They are consuming me. If I don't deal with them soon, I'm afraid I'll give into them, and then I will be ruined. 

In the morning, Victor was dressed and had eaten a small breakfast consisting of fruit and a muffin. He sipped coffee and read the Wall Street Journal to see if anything would apply to him and his business. He stepped outside to find his driver waiting and the car shining as always. Stepping in, he finished the paper during the forty five minute drive to work. 

He took his cell phone out and saw two voice mail messages. One was expected. The Manassa was having engine problems, and this should be an update. The Manassa was a cargo ship, currently half way across the Pacific Ocean, on a run from Tokyo to Los Angeles. It had been forced to reduce speed to five knots to deal with the engine problem yesterday. If the problem couldn't be fixed, then the company would have to send an ocean going tug to pull the ship into harbor. An expensive, and very time consuming issue. 

He thumbed the proper button and began to listen. First message, WHAT?

Jesus Christ. Devon Jamison, from the Vassal Academy? Claiming to wish to meet me? How could he know about me? I've never told anyone, I've never let anyone know about my fantasies. I've only ever written those two articles about the dream submissive. It has to be a set up, some trick from a competitor to entrap me and ruin the company.

He made a mental note. He would find who owned that number, easy enough now days, easy enough with corporate investigators who could find anything about anyone. 

Sarah was also on her way to work. She drove her Cadillac Escalade towards the office, and sipped the coffee that she had brought with her. Artful use of makeup had covered her lack of sleep, at least well enough to keep the wolves at bay at the office. If they smelled weakness in her, they would pounce, as she had on her predecessor in this very job. 

Devon was briefing Ann and Jeannette. "Ann, take Jeannette to New York, and get with Dominique. I need her to have a wardrobe suitable for a rich and powerful man's woman." 

"Master?" Jeannette asked confused. 

 "Jeannette. I know you hate clothing. But out there it is the status symbol that too many people judge you by." Devon said as he gestured towards the wall, and the outside world.

Ann nodded her understanding. "Expensive and classy?" 

"Expensive sure." Devon said turning to Ann. "A hint of slut though. I want everyone to look at her, and desire the opportunity to see what charms the clothing cover. I want the people out there, looking at her fabulous ass and wondering what it would be like to grip, and hold it in their fingers as they fuck her." 

Jeannette bit her lip. "Clothes Master?" 

"No tearing these Jeannette." Devon insisted. "I want Lingerie, and I want clothing that gives a flash of cleavage, and a hint of thigh." 

"Lingerie Master?" Jeannette asked horrified. "Underwear?" 

Devon looked at her. "Yes Jeannette. It is not a symbol of your freedom I am sending you for. It is your duty, and your service to me and this house that you are getting." Devon focused his considerable will power into his gaze. "You will wear them, and you will not complain or try to embarrass me." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she lowered her head. 

"Ann, high heels, and tight push up bras. Corsets if need be." Devon said still staring at Jeannette, daring her to object.

"Sure Devon." Ann said understanding the battle of wills that was going on. 

"Tight and uncomfortable thongs. Stockings, pantyhose, and even slips." Devon continued. 

Jeannette looked up at him with a tear in her eye. "I understand Master." 

"Miniskirts or short skirts?" Ann asked.

"Both." Devon said. "One that covers about an inch below her ass. Then one that stops a couple inches below that." 

Jeannette lowered her head again. Ann nodded. "Business attire?" 

 "Only if it's tight, uncomfortable, and revealing." Devon said. 

"Naughty Secretary?" Ann asked to confirm. 

"No." Devon said. "Naughty executive secretary." 

Ann nodded. "Silk and satin then." She turned to Jeannette. "Upstairs, put on the three inch heels you have. The strappy ones. Then put on a dress, with underwear, and get your ass back down here." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said and turned to go. 

After she left Ann turned to Devon. "I wondered how long it would be before you dressed her up."

"Too long, I waited too long." Devon agreed. 

Ann nodded. "It's not going to be fun or easy this way." 

Devon nodded. "It will be fun, tormenting the slaves is always fun." 

Ann considered and nodded. "Well, there is that." She allowed with an impish smile. 

Devon turned the speakerphone on and then dialed Dominique. After she answered he outlined the days activities for Jeannette and Ann. "So we need to get Jeannette dressed up, enough outfits for a few days anyway while she accompanies me to Houston." 

"Easily done Devon. This is New York after all." Dominique replied.

"I'm sending Ann and Jeannette to you. Show no mercy to Jeannette, it's time she understood that serving Master means wearing what we tell her to." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 30



"No problem Devon, I think I know just what you're looking for." Dominique said with a hint of wickedness seeping into her voice.

Devon hung up and took up his coffee cup. "Will you drive to the city?" 

Ann was obviously considering. "Getting a bunch of packages on the train might be annoying. Driving might be more so." 

"Parking in the shopping areas is always a pain." Devon agreed. 

"We'll take the train." Ann decided. "We can always have the packages delivered tomorrow. That would give you a couple more days to get her used to being dressed before you leave." 

Devon agreed and the conversation turned to training of the remaining slaves until Jeannette appeared wearing a floral print dress and the proscribed heels. 

Devon took one look and shook his head. He tapped the speakerphone button again. Then he tapped the speed dial button for Dominique. She answered and he got right to business. "Dominique, we're going to have to give Jeannette a makeover. Can we do that before the weekend?"

"A makeover?" Dominique asked surprised. 

 "She just showed up in my office not wearing one bit of make up. Obeying my direct instructions, certainly, but not the intent." Devon said.

Jeannette looked horrified at the conversation. "A makeover Master?" 

"Oh did she?" Dominique asked casually. "I'll talk to Elizabeth Arden, and see if we can get her in tomorrow. If I can, I'll keep her here in the city when I send Ann home." 

"Thank you Dominique, I knew you would have a suggestion." Devon said casually. 

"Master." Jeannette almost whined. 

Devon stepped to her and in a low angry voice. "You know we're to travel to Houston this Friday. You know we are going to be representing this facility, and our work here. You know that the first impression is one that can't be redone, and skimped on. Yet, you purposely plan to embarrass me and this facility?" 

"No Master." Jeannette said shocked. 

"Jeannette, as of this moment. Right fucking now, you will wear what I tell you, you will look like a successful executive's secretary. You will look like the naughty executive secretary that Mistress Ann and I have discussed. You will wear clothing, including uncomfortable underwear. You will suffer wearing them because it presents the image I want to present for this facility. Is that understood slave?" Devon said quickly and without a hint of the normal tolerance he showed Jeannette.

Jeannette nodded her head and said deferentially. "Yes Master. I will do as you wish." 

"Go with Mistress Ann, and help her select clothing that will present the image I want." Devon said quickly. 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said quickly. 

She turned and waited for Mistress Ann and then followed her out of the office towards the rear of the house. 

Once on the train towards New York, Jeannette sat next to Ann and then finally giving in to her own questions asked. "Mistress? Is Master Devon angry with me?" 

Ann temporized slightly. "Not really, he's just trying to get you to understand how important it is to present the proper image in the world." 

Jeannette sighed. "I hate clothes." 

"I know Jeannette." Ann said, but without any hint of sympathy in her tone. "Yet, look at me. I wear clothing that is comfortable, but presents the right image. So does Master Devon. Chef dresses like a Chef, and Josh has started to as well." 

"A slave is supposed to be nude." Jeannette said with an air of petulance. 

"No, a slave is supposed to obey her master, and wear what Master chooses for her." Ann corrected.

Jeannette looked at Ann surprised at this announcement. "Mistress, I've been a slave for nearly four years, I know what a slave is supposed to do, and we're supposed to be nude." Jeannette insisted. 

Ann glanced at her, no sign of annoyance in her face. "Allow me to quote something an experienced slave said when I began this journey. 'Mistress, for a short while, I'll help guide your hand, and after a while, your hand will need no guidance.'" 

Jeannette recognized her own words. She realized she'd just been told that Ann saw through her protests. She also realized that Ann would take Jeannette's advice into consideration, but would make a call based upon her own experiences and knowledge. Jeannette slumped slightly, accepting defeat.

Ann smiled slightly. "Jeannette, you're the most accomplished slave in the world. You're a slave who does everything out of love. Now, we're telling you to wear clothing, and present yourself to make us all proud. This can be done with love too." 

"Mistress." Jeannette began. Then she sighed. "Clothes are what free people wear. I don't want to be free." 

"You're not." Ann said simply. "You're a slave. You'll wear what we tell you, when we tell you. Don't think you're going to be lounging around in sweats and eating candy brought to you on silver platters. Your clothing will probably be stained with semen from the Masters reminding you what you are at heart." 

Jeannette let out a small laugh. "Mistress, I really don't want to be dressed all the time." 

Ann waved it away. "I don't care." She turned and looked at Jeannette. "You've taught me Jeannette, I am to command a slave. This is starting to feel like a negotiation. We aren't negotiating. If I tell you to wear a thong, an uncomfortably tight bra, stockings, and heels under a dress then you'll do it or by God you will safe word. Is that understood slave?" 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said seriously.

"If I tell you to wear a flimsy negligee to attend to Master Devon, you'll do it." 

"Yes Mistress." 

Ann sat back and glanced at the window. "Any more of this petulant princess bullshit today, and I'll buy you a nuns habit from a costume shop, and you'll wear woolen long johns under it." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said. She sighed once, and realized that serving Master now included wearing clothing. She knew this day was coming, but she didn't like it any more than she had months ago. 

Ann didn't relent. "Clothing doesn't mean freedom, it means you are serving Master. It's not your nudity that makes you a slave; it's your heart. Master can see that if it's wrapped in lace or not." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette agreed. She knew Ann was right, and that her duty to Master meant doing what she was told, to the best of her ability. 

Ann rode in silence and after changing trains to a subway that would let them out near Dominique's office they rode together and finally climbed the stairs exiting the subway to the street. A block later, and Ann guided Jeannette to the right building, and then to the right floor. 

The Receptionist told them to go on back, and Ann found Dominique in her office. Ann greeted the President of the Corporation and then got to business. "So will Elizabeth Arden take care of her?" 

"Yes. Tomorrow morning, at nine." Dominique stood and reached for her purse. "Little Jeannette is going to be coiffed and buffed to within an inch of her life." 

Jeannette didn't reply, none was required.

They entered the first store on Dominique's list Agent Provocateur. Dominique found a sales woman and dove right in. "Sheila? Good. This is Jeannette. I want her outfitted with a complete set of slut Lingerie." 

Sheila blinked for a moment and looked at Jeannette for a reaction. Jeannette looked at her with no objection evident on her face. "Uh. Yes Ma'am." 

Ann jumped in next. "Give her Bra's that will shove her tits towards her throat, shelf style, demi cup, the whole nine yards." 

"Garters and stockings of course Ann." Dominique added.

"Of course, with designs to let everyone know that her legs will open upon request." 

Sheila looked between them and smelled a big sale, if a strange one. "Uh, Ladies, I'm not sure what we're talking about." 

Dominique smiled at her patiently. "Undergarments. Uncomfortable, and revealing." 

"No strange colors, no bright pink, or glow in the dark nonsense." Ann said with equal firmness. 

Sheila looked at Jeannette and after a moment of getting no objection shrugged and said. "OK, let's get you measured Jeannette is it?" 

"Yes Miss." Jeannette said. 

Ten minutes later, her measurements were known, and recorded for future reference. Jeannette tried on a bra over a very light shirt, to prevent her skin from soiling the material. 

She stepped out and showed it to Dominique and Ann. "No, not quite what we're looking for." Dominique said. She stepped to the rack and selected one. "This one should do." 

This one would leave little to the imagination if it were seen. The nipples would be almost completely revealed, and the under wire would support her breasts. 

The rest of the selection process went pretty much the same, with Dominique and Ann selecting more uncomfortable and revealing undergarments and finally deciding that they had enough for now. 

Ann gave the address and ordered everything to be delivered right away. "Overnight it, and if you substitute anything, I will know, because it will be inspected upon arrival." 

Next they visited a store that sold Gowns, and dresses for evening wear. Selecting two of each, Jeannette again modeled the clothing and finally found suitable dresses for herself, suitable for Dominique's and Ann's purposes anyway. 

The dresses in question would more likely be worn by strippers than actual dates to a social event in the city, but Jeannette didn't object. Her body belonged to Master, not herself, and if he wished to clothe it this way, it was his choice. 

Again demanding that it be tailored to fit today and shipped tomorrow, for overnight delivery, Ann forked over the corporate credit card. 

Dominique took them to a small bistro for lunch. Turning to Ann she said. "What did you say to Jeannette to keep her from objecting while we bought all those clothes?" 

Ann took a bite from the sandwich and then wiped her mouth before responding. "Jeannette? Oh what would I have to say to her to get her to act like a slave and obey her Master?" 

Jeannette glanced at Ann, and realized as she did she looked guilty to Dominique's knowing eyes. 

Dominique not being fooled in the least answered her own question. "Whatever it was, it appears to have worked. I expected more objections from her. Perhaps even some begging to be allowed to continue being nude." 

Ann glanced at Dominique before turning her gaze towards the window as she ate. 

Jeannette held her head down, trying to understand. Usually, the Master's shared information and reported on whole days of activity without even considering withholding any information. Yet, Mistress Ann was withholding the conversation on the train from Mistress Dominique. What Jeannette didn't understand, was why would Mistress Ann withhold this information. Ann like Devon, had shown a tendency to withhold trivial details, and did she consider the objections that Jeannette had raised to be trivial? 

The rest of the afternoon was spent as the morning had been. Traveling to shops around the city, and then finding clothing that would suit Devon's intent for Jeannette. 

Business attire was included, and it was as tight and revealing as the other choices had been. For casual attire, denim and cotton skirts to be worn with tight low cut t-shirts. 

In Houston at lunchtime, Victor Kolich sat across from Dorothy (Dot) Menendez and filled her in on the details of the information he needed. "Dot, as I said, this is strictly personal, not for the company." 

Dot Menendez was a freelance private investigator. A client had once introduced her to another potential client while she was getting a different briefing. "If that woman should ever want to know something about you, just tell her. It will save her some effort, because she will find out anyway." Dot was very good, and very expensive because of it. She was also absolutely discrete. In answer to the implied question. "No problem Mr. Kolich, I'll just send the bill to you instead of accounts payable."  

Victor nodded. "I need a number traced, and I need all the information you can get as quickly as possible, by tonight, the morning at the latest, you can give me on the owners of the number." 

Dot raised an eyebrow. "Rush job? Ok. There might be some holes in what I can find." Dot jotted the number in her book and then stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get started." 

She began with a simple search program, the reverse lookup website came back negative. So it wasn't a listed number, no surprise there. Most weren't. Dot then started the more in depth search program, and it had a hit. The number was listed on a government form that was online as part of the open records acts in many states. Dot flagged the form and opened it. 

She printed the form and then began to search from there. In four hours she was scowling at the computer screen and actually annoyed. These people were paranoid as hell. The company Vanutick holdings was a shadow company, existing merely to give a lawyer something to do in the Cayman Islands. Then he was in fact, owned by another company out of Switzerland. That company ended at the door to Credit Suisse Bank. 

Dot began to search for people who filed corporate reports listing Vanutick Holding's as an asset, and came up empty. Dot scowled even deeper. No publicly traded company listed it as a company that they held stock in? Not one? Who in the hell owned them? 

Dot worked until past midnight, finally giving up and returning home from her office. She had secured the computer, and scrubbed the data after encrypting it. 

Dot didn't have much to show the next morning, but requested an appointment anyway. She briefed Victor and handed him the documents she had been able to find. 

"They're how hidden?" Victor asked to confirm what he had just been told. 

 "They're ghosts. I mean they are really hidden. Right in plain sight. The link from the US is from a law firm in Manhattan. That goes to the Cayman Islands, and dead ends with a lawyer there who tells people to shove their requests up their asses. That lawyer is apparently owned according to stock filings by another company that goes to Switzerland. That one ends at the bank Credit Suisse. They as you know, don't tell anyone anything about anything. There's nothing else online." 

"Dot, this isn't much." Victor said. 

"There isn't much to give you. I can tell you that the number goes to a house and that house is owned by this Vassal Academy LLC. That company is wholly owned by Vanutick Holdings, and that is wholly owned by FPVS Investments which has as a point of contact at Credit Suisse. I didn't bother to call either the Cayman's or Credit Suisse because it would have led nowhere." 

"What about public records?" Victor asked.

 "Searched that too. No one lists them as part of a public disclosure of assets. No company owns any of their stock, no investment group lists them as stocks held. Nobody owns them." Dot said. "It's like they're there, but they're not." 

"What about the house?" Victor asked.

"Licensed to run as a short term live in school. Some sort of finishing school I guess." Dot answered and then hesitated a moment. "Sir, with more time, I could travel to New York and try to find some more information." 

Victor shook his head. "No, that's not really needed." He was frowning as he considered. 

"Sir, I'm not sure why you need this information, is there another way I could help you?" This was as far as she could go asking what the hell this was all about. 

Victor shrugged. "I was contacted regarding some personal information, information I thought was unknown. I was afraid that it was a competitor trying to establish a back channel for blackmail. I don't believe that's the case now." 

"So you're satisfied with the information I got?" Dot asked confused. 

"Yes. If it was a competitor, then they would not have gone to this much trouble. Thank you Ms. Menendez, I will be expecting your bill." Victor said simply ending the conversation, and her interest. 

"Sure thing Mr. Kolich. I'll send it to you in a few days." Dot said as she stood to go. The questions that were nagging at her, who were these Vassal Academy people, started to fade. In a few hours, they wouldn't even be a blip on her conscious thought; she wasn't paid to chase ghosts. 

Sitting back behind his desk, he looked at the scanty collection of documents. If this was all that Dot Menendez could find, then they were just as discrete as was alluded to on the web. It was the Vassal Academy, and Devon wanted to speak to him. Why? Well that question could be answered by returning the phone call. 

A knock on his office door interrupted his thoughts as he shifted back to his job. The Vice President in charge of Operations stuck his head in. "Victor? I just got an update on the Manassa. She's now making seven knots and the Captain says that they expect to reach LA a week late, but under their own power. The Engineer says that the repairs will take another six days at the dock, how do we want to arrange repairs?" 

"Do they need to completely unload the ship to get the parts in?" Victor asked next. The engines on ships were huge things. They dwarfed their nearest cousins, the engines on a train. 

Shaking his head Jeff said. "Nope. The Captain said they need a new bearing on the main shaft and a new oil pump. Apparently the oil pump didn't lubricate this one enough, and it's vibrating pretty bad. The Engineer rigged some sort of dampener to keep it from screwing up the seals for the shaft." 

Victor nodded. "OK, let's unload all the cargo we can in LA first. Then get the yard in San Pedro to be standing by to repair the drive. Look at shipping as much of it by rail as we can, so we can cancel the rest of the West Coast stops."

"Already on it." Jeff said as he turned to go. 

Victor returned to his work, glancing at the clock. It was too early to return Devon's call on the east coast. 

Jeannette woke and stretched on the bed in Dominique's spare room in her Apartment. They had eaten dinner together with Mistress Ann and then Ann had returned to the Academy. 

The conversation had been light, and casual. Dominique had instructed Jeannette to get to bed on time, because she had an appointment early. "I don't want them to call in the experts to get rid of the dark circles under your eyes, so you're not coming with me tonight slave." Dominique had then left and gone to the clubs. 

Jeannette had gone to bed, and then woken up to a sound in the apartment. She peeked around the corner, and saw something that surprised her. Mistress Dominique was laying on the table while a man with dark hair licked at her cunt. Mistress was talking to the man. "Theo, if you can't manage to pleasure me, I'll torture your needy cock for an hour or more." 

Jeannette returned to bed, and deciding that Mistress would want some privacy, she closed her own door. After falling back to sleep, she woke to the alarm on time. She showered and quietly managed to fix herself a light breakfast, and then dressed in her new casual clothing, which according to Mistress Ann is what low rent sluts wear, she departed to follow her instructions and suffer the indignity of a full makeover. 

Devon was at breakfast and highlighting the training that was expected today, and then insured that all the staff knew of the slaves activities, and then he went to the office to find Diane bustling about to make things perfect for him. 

He opened the Wall Street Journal and began to read about the world, from the point of view of how it impacted business. There were two additional papers on his desk, the NY Times, and local Stamford Advocate. 

He read the Times of London online. In twenty minutes he had finished scanning the newspapers, not really reading them cover to cover, but more along the lines of glancing at each story, and reading the first paragraph or two, and then glancing at the rest of the story. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 30



At noon, Victor dialed the number back on his cell phone from his office where he was enjoying, so to speak, a working lunch. 

Diane answered the ringing phone. "Vassal Academy, Diane speaking." 

"Good morning. I'd like to speak to Devon Jamison please. I'm returning his call." 

"Your name sir, so I can tell Master Devon?" Diane asked.

"Victor is enough, he should remember he called me." The voice was commanding, and apparently used to getting it's own way.

Diane shrugged and put the caller on hold and then ducked into Master Devon's office. "Master? There is a phone call for you. He said his name was Victor, and you would know that he was returning your call to him." 

Devon smiled broadly. "Yes Diane, thank you. He's a closet Dominant and doesn't know what or how I know about him." 

Diane smiled back and as she turned to go said. "Yes Master." 

Devon picked up the phone and selected the blinking light. "Mr. Kolich? This is Devon Jamison." 

"Mr. Jamison, I received a call from you two days ago, and it was most unusual." 

"Yes sir. Perhaps I can explain. I've read a couple articles of yours, on shipping practices and the like in the Journal and in other business magazines. I also read a brilliant article on the perfect Dominant and Submissive relationship that was signed by a user name. The style, the use of the language suggested that it was you who wrote that article, and I wanted to speak to you about it." 

"I don't know what made you think that I wrote any such article." Victor said.

"Sir, this conversation will go much more effectively if we decide to agree at least hypothetically that you have written the article in question. Not for the record, nor for attribution, just for the sake of this discussion." Devon offered. 

Victor considered. "If it will allow you to get to the reason you called me, and who else knows about it, then yes, I'll refrain from additional denials for the duration of this call." 

Devon smiled in admiration. The man was a brilliant businessman, and a skilled negotiator. "Artfully done sir. I'm coming to Houston this weekend on business. To meet a potential client, and I had hoped to invite you to dinner. I'd like to discuss your article with you, and some other information that may be interesting." Dangle the carrot and see if he sniffs it. 

Victor considered. "Who would be at this theoretical meeting?" 

 "I'm bringing Jeannette with me, and she could be present or not while we talked. If you're worried about being in public, I have a suite at the Marriot, and we could dine in my room." Devon offered. 

Victor considered. Devon Jamison had a serious rep on the message boards. What clues had led him to the conclusion that the articles had been written under a pen name? It couldn't be just the use of language could it?

Devon waited and then offered. "If you would like to eat elsewhere, I'll be happy to accommodate you sir." 

"What is your game Mr. Jamison? What do you hope to gain by this?" Victor asked. 

"I hope to get a client, which is why I'm coming to Houston. For your part in this. I'd like to discuss several issues, including what I view as a brilliantly conceived piece on the Dominant Submissive lifestyle." 

"You want me as a client?" Victor asked with an edge of iron in his voice. 

"If we agree to that, certainly. However the trip is to meet with a potential client. You are a side item so to speak sir." Devon said casually. 

"Who is this client you want to meet?" Victor asked as he considered. 

"No one you know." Devon said simply. "Sir, opportunity is knocking on the door. If you are unwilling to agree now, take some time to consider. You have my number, and you know I'll be in Houston and where I'll be this weekend. I hope to see you, it would make my life more enjoyable. If you decide not to meet with me, I'll not annoy you again, and you'll never hear from me." 

"Aren't you supposed to say I'll regret not agreeing to meet with you?" Victor asked.

"Only you know if you will sir. I'll take no action, and mention to no one that we did, or did not meet." Devon said. 

"I'll consider it, I'm very busy you know." 

"Yes Sir. I do indeed understand. Please accept my wishes for a good day." Devon said, and then hung up. 

Victor hung up his own phone and sat considering. Devon was amiable, and even deferential towards him. No one had yet posted that they both knew and distrusted Devon. Well, a couple people had, but their claims were asinine. 

Could this be the opportunity? Could this be the chance to taste the wine I've forbidden myself for so long? Could my perfect submissive really exist?"

Victor wouldn't make up his mind today, he had time to consider. 

Devon shook his head. It was sad really, that a man could understand his role in life so well, and not be willing to act upon that understanding, and embrace the role that God had given him. 

Jeannette was clenching her teeth as the woman gave her a pedicure. Waxing wasn't an issue, since Jeannette had no hair to wax, but various products were rubbed into her regularly. Her hair was washed, conditioned, and then cut by a team of gay men who chatted amiably about nothing. 

The lead kept asking her. "Girlfriend, what have you been doing to this hair? You have ends that are split worse than anything I've ever seen." 

"I wash it daily." Jeannette answered.

"Girlfriend, I'm sending you home with proper shampoo for your hair, and a wonderful conditioner to help give it some life." The lead hairdresser said with a reassuring wave of his hand. 

Jeannette fought the rising headache. This was going to be a real pain in the ass.

The make up team attacked her next. When they were done, she staggered into the changing booth and redressed in her casual slut wear, and then stumbled towards the door. Managing to escape with her life, barely, she returned to the office where Mistress Dominique was waiting to eat lunch with her before her return to the Academy. Mistress wanted to see the results first hand. 

Jeannette ate lunch with Mistress Dominique and then got the inevitable question. "Jeannette, what did Mistress Ann threaten you with to get you behaving so well doing something you hate?" 

Jeannette hesitated on moment to swallow her bite of food and then said. "Mistress threatened to put me in a Nuns Habit, with wool long johns under it." 

Dominique nodded her head slowly. "Did she say anything else?" 

"Mistress, she told me that a slave's duty is to do what the Master said. She also said I should put my heart into this, because it would please Master. She also said that I do that with other tasks, and it was beneath me to do less now." 

"Why didn't she tell me this?" Dominique asked rhetorically. 

"If you're asking for a guess Mistress." Jeannette offered. 

Dominique nodded her head. Curiosity plain on her face. "Mistress, I believe she did not mention it out of respect. She knows I helped train her, and she believed the situation was handled. She didn't expect me to revert." 

"So she wasn't considering me an outsider?" Dominique asked. 

"You mean was she withholding the information from an outsider of the house? I don't believe so Mistress. She considered it irrelevant, and she traditionally leaves such trivia out of her reports." 

Dominique nodded. "Will she brief Devon?" 

"I don't know Mistress." Jeannette answered honestly. "She may say only that she got me in line." 

Dominique nodded again and took a bite from a cracker and returned to her soup. 

Before Jeannette departed for the Academy she got another instruction. "Jeannette, you will let me know if Mistress Ann does begin to leave items out of her reports that are more than trivia won't you?" 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said. "I am already instructed by Master Devon to advise him right away, and I'll let him know to advise you as well. Would that be satisfactory?" 

Dominique nodded her head. "I should have guessed that he would be keeping a close eye on her." 

Jeannette didn't respond. None was required for this either. 

After being dismissed, Jeannette started her way home. On the subway, she had a suddenly uncomfortable feeling. There were a couple guys just staring at her. Not her exactly, but her cleavage. Jeannette shifted, and in the process noticed another guy looking at her legs like she was a piece of meat. 

On the train ride north, Jeannette continued to notice people watching her. A couple women had given her dirty looks, women who were wearing baggy jeans and baggy shirts. Jeannette was wearing a short denim skirt, a very tight and low cut t-shirt, and three inch heels on her feet. She knew in this outfit, with every step she jiggled her tits, especially in the quarter cup bra she was wearing. Her nipples were tenting the t-shirt plainly. 

Her panties were a thong, and had a brilliant scarlet slash sewn on the otherwise black material. The slash was right where her pussy was, and was intended to be flashed to people, to let them know for sure that was crotch and not shadow they saw.  

Jeannette felt like she was on display, and she didn't understand why she felt if not uncomfortable, then less than happy. She felt exposed, which considering that she was nude or nearly so all the time, seemed strange. 

The cab ride to the house passed easily, and the guard let her in after taking a look at her and giving a wave. She waved back and paid the cabby for the ride. She got out and walked up the stairs towards the front door, and then stepped into her home. 

The heels clicked on the hardwood floors, and Jeannette tried to glide, but couldn't really manage it. Gliding is done barefoot for a reason, heels mean you jiggle and wiggle. She reported to Master Devon. 

Devon took one look at her and nodded. "Good, I see you're dressed, and made up Jeannette. I like the hair too." 

"Thank you Master." 

Diane was standing behind her nodding her head. Jeannette was awesome all right. 

"Turn around slave." Devon said. 

Jeannette did so, and was again struck by the feeling of being exposed. Why was that?

Devon nodded. "Good slave, come here."

Jeanette turned again and walked to him and knelt before him. Devon nodded and raised his wrist. "Mistress Ann, you may wish to come to my office and see what your work has accomplished."

A minute passed and then Ann stepped into the office and saw Jeannette kneeling before Devon. She nodded and gave similar orders, having Jeannette stand and then turn. She walked to the couch and sat on it. "Good Jeannette, excellent in fact." 

"Thank you Mistress." Jeannette said. 

"Any problems this morning or with the trip here?" Devon asked.

Jeannette shook her head. "No Master. If I may, a couple things that I think you should know." 

"Go ahead." Devon said.

"Master, for some reason, I feel more exposed dressed like this, then I do nude. I don't understand the feeling." 

Ann chuckled. "It's because when you're nude, people can see everything, and you expect them to look. You're used to it. However, when you are dressed, they strain to get a glimpse of something good. Your outfit gives them opportunities for that glimpse." 

Devon smiled. "If the feeling becomes distracting, let me know." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. Then she hesitated. "Mistress, forgive me, but I need to ask you a question as well." 

"Go ahead." Ann said casually. 

"Mistress, why didn't you tell Mistress Dominique about our train conversation?" Jeannette asked.

"She quizzed you?" Ann asked with no hint of emotion. 

"Yes Mistress." 

Ann nodded, and Jeannette saw her tapping her finger on the arm of the couch as she considered. "Devon, I left it out with you as well. I had to discuss clothing with Jeannette, and I ended up threatening her to get her to behave." 

Devon's face reflected his curious confusion. "Indeed." 

"Yeah." Ann said. "I left it out because of pride. Simple pride." 

"Pride?" Devon asked not seeing the connection.

"Yes. I was too proud to admit that our lead slave, the best slave in the nation, probably the world, who has the honor of wearing our red collar would try and wheedle her way out of something she didn't like. I was too proud to admit that our lead slave was behaving like a first week phase one novice, trying to negotiate the terms of her service." Ann's explanation had risen in volume only slightly, and risen in obvious annoyance greatly towards the end. 

Jeannette hung her head. She felt bad, very bad for having behaved that way. 

Devon spoke. "Her behavior after the discussion on the train?" 

"Exemplary." Ann said. "We humiliated her, and she ignored it as she's trained to. I did report on that." 

"Yes." Devon admitted. "Jeannette do you have something to say?" 

 Jeannette raised her eyes to Master Devon, and there were tears running down her cheeks. "Master, I'm so sorry. Mistress Ann is right. I behaved like a first week novice. I shouldn't be the lead slave." Her voice broke as she hung her head in shame.

Ann answered before Devon could. "Now she thinks she should be able to decide who the lead slave is." 

Jeannette raised her head again. "Mistress I failed you, the academy, everything." 

Ann shook her head. "No, you disappointed me, sure. You surprised me, absolutely. You even tried to manipulate me. You failed, and I don't think you'll try that trick ever again." 

Jeannette hung her head. "No Mistress." 

"Jeannette, you told me once that Mistress Ann was coming along fine, that she was beginning to understand that the slaves were sort of like children, and need to be firmly loved. Do you remember that?" Devon asked.

Jeannette nodded. "Yes Master." 

"You were just put in your place by your Mistress." Devon said without anger, or any hint of the annoyance that Ann had shown. "You've managed to train Mistress Ann all you can, now she's beyond where you can train her mentally. Her mind is that of a true Dominants now." 

Ann sat and her leg bounced showing her agitation at the discussion. Jeannette nodded and replied again. "Yes Master." 

"You have done well training her, and you have created a Dominant from her raw material. Now, you will obey her. Not because I said so, because you know she's a true Dominant." Devon finished. 

Jeannette nodded and replied again. "Yes Master." Then she turned and knelt before Ann. "Forgive me Mistress, I have been bad, and I apologize for trying to get out of clothes, and for trying to manipulate you." 

Ann nodded. "I'm not sure about Master Devon, but I think you should be punished for acting like this." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said. 

"No bread for one week. No sheets or blankets except the fitted bottom sheet. No playtime for five days after you return." Ann said.

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said bowing her head deeper. 

"You will wear the torture chastity belt for the rest of the afternoon. It will not be removed until after dinner." Ann finished. 

 Jeannette looked up shocked and surprised herself. Mistress Ann had never given out any sexual punishments. "Mistress?" 

"You heard me." Ann said shortly. "Go get the belt, bring it to me." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette bowed her head and then stood to obey. 

As she left the office Devon said. "She did annoy you." 

"Yes." Ann admitted. 

"You should have told me." Devon chided gently.

Ann nodded. "I'm prideful, and I am trying to deal with it." 

"Yeah." Devon said. "Set it for low, don't kill her." 

"I was. It's a torment that way, not a torture of unendurable dimensions." Ann said and after a moment continued. "I was planning on punishing her this evening anyway." 

Devon nodded. Ann was coming along just fine. Much better than he had hoped, six long months ago. "Yeah, well next time don't let your pride keep me from knowing what they're doing. We all share information here, and in doing so, are better, more unified for the slaves." 

"Yeah." Ann said frowning. "It would appear that I still have a lot to learn." 

"Not as much as you think." Devon said as he watched Ann get up and leave his office. 

Jeannette tried to file some receipts that Chef had dropped off, and gasped as the belt started its cycle again. It hummed on her clit, vibrating her clit ring, and tormenting her to no end. She reached out and steadied herself on the filing cabinet before she toppled on her heels. This sucked big time. 

Diane watched her with concern in her eyes. "Are you OK?" 

Jeannette nodded, adjusting to the vibration and catching her breath. "Yeah, I'm all right." 

Diane had endured the plug, and the belt. She knew what Jeannette was going through. "Anything I can do to help?" 

Jeannette shook her head. "No, it's all right." She smiled warmly at Diane. "It's my torment, and my punishment. I earned it." 

Diane nodded and returned to the ringing phone. Another delivery, this time it was FedEx with more clothing for Jeannette. She hustled to the door to meet the deliveryman. This time it was a delivery girl, and she was surprised to find a nearly naked woman hustling down the stairs to reach her. Diane signed for the packages and took them inside to the Admin. She opened each box, and checked the items off the inventory list enclosed. When each was done, she copied it and then put the original in the filing cabinet in the expense folder, and then put the copy on Mistress Ann's desk. 

Jeannette helped her carry the clothing upstairs, and found her room covered in boxes. "Jesus Christ." 

"Yeah, they've been coming in all day." Diane agreed. 

Jeannette took some of the clothing and began to organize it into her dresser. Diane tried to chat with her to keep her mind off the belt. "So where did you get all this stuff?" 

"We got most of the underwear at Agent Provocateur, and believe me, they're expensive." She held up a nearly transparent pair of panties. "Would you believe these cost a hundred bucks?" 

Diane looked at them questioningly. "What do they do, light up or vibrate?" 

"Neither, they're just this mesh material." Jeannette said putting them away. 

Diane held up a bra and looked the question to a suddenly stiff Jeannette. After it passed a few seconds later, Jeannette answered. "Yeah, same store. And that cost something like $170." 

Diane fingered it for a moment and then shrugged. "Oh well, seems a waste to me, but it's Master's money." 

"Yeah." Jeannette agreed. "I used to buy my stuff at Walmart, years ago." 

Diane shrugged. "Oh well, I guess we have to look the part now." She picked up a package of stockings and glanced at the price. "Seventy bucks for a pair of nylons." 

Jeannette shrugged. "If I'm told to wear it, then I'll obey Master." 

They put the various undergarments away, and then started in on the off the shelf wardrobe that had been purchased. Diane clipped skirts to hangers and shook her head. 

They took the empty boxes downstairs and put them into the garbage bin behind the house. Then sliding inside they found Geneva in the Kitchen. After chatting with her and Josh, Jeannette returned to Admin to check in with Master Devon. 

"Most of your clothes here now slave?" Devon asked.

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied standing stiffly still as the belt began its cycle.

Devon smiled at her torment and said. "It seems that Mistress Ann is most annoyed with you." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said through clenched teeth as she endured the torment of arousal. 

"I for one would not want to cross her." Devon said casually glancing at his fingertips and pretending to be incredibly interested in a cuticle. 

"No Master." Jeannette breathed as the belt mercifully stopped its torment. 

"I had considered calling you to attend to me." Devon said. "However, since you've misbehaved, I don't think I will. I'd hate to upset Mistress Ann's intended torment of arousal without end." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 31



 Part 31: Houston.

The Boeing 737 began it's descent into Houston International Airport. Devon had already returned his chair and table to their stowed and upright position. The Flight Attendant, Devon hadn't cared to catch her name swept through the aisle to check that even the first class passengers were obeying the rules. Devon sighed and awaited the touchdown, turning to Jeannette. "When we arrive, you go find our luggage, and I'll meet you there when I have the rental car." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette agreed. 

The plane bumped down to the runway, and began to slow, the pilot working to efficiently bring the aircraft to the land maneuvering speed he needed to reach the gate. 

The passengers didn't cheer as they had when the first part of the trip landed at Charlotte North Carolina, but then, the storm they'd flown through may have frightened them a bit. 

Devon heard the announcement that cell phones could be turned on and he did so. Powering his new iPhone to start getting the information he would need to find his way to the Hotel. 

Victor Kolich was ready to make a decision, and to take a small personal risk. He would meet with Devon, in private, to insure that they weren't seen, or God forbid, overheard discussing the subject of the meeting. 

Devon saw two email messages light up, and he tapped the icon. They were both from Diane, relaying phone messages while he was in flight. Devon read the first, a confirmation from Sarah Miller, and the second, a request to arrange dinner from Victor Kolich. 

Master Devon,

The man who would only identify himself as Victor called while you were in the air and asked that you return his call when you arrive. He asked if I knew your dinner plans, and I said I was sure you were engaged this evening, but I believed you were free tomorrow.

Slave Diane.

Devon nodded. The plan, such as it was, appeared to be moving forward. Devon decided to delay returning either call, he just didn't know enough yet to speak to either person. 

Taking a glance around as the plan taxied to the gate, he spoke to Jeannette again. "We'll be having dinner with Victor, probably tomorrow." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied. "And Miss Miller?"

"That's tonight. I'm guessing she'll be more comfortable in the Hotel's restaurant." Devon said.

"Probably crowded Master, she may not feel like discussing things there." Jeannette offered.

"Probably not." Devon agreed. "For that discussion, we'll go to the suite. Make sure you have your key with you, in case she would prefer to go up alone." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. 

After reaching the gate, Devon and Jeannette exited the aircraft and headed towards baggage claim. The Gate wasn't too far to walk and Devon did, knowing that the heels Jeannette wore would make her feet and legs hurt, and deciding that would be fine. 

Devon oriented himself quickly, and sent Jeannette towards baggage claim while he stepped to the Hertz counter. "Hello, I'm Devon Jamison, and I hope you have my car ready." 

"Sure thing sir, one moment." The smiling woman said as she typed into the computer. "OK, I have you here sir. A Grand Marquis, and we have it ready for you." 

"Excellent." Devon allowed. Ten minutes later, the paperwork was signed, and he was given the keys to the car. Then she drew a circle on a map to show where he could find it. 

Devon went to the Baggage Claim and found Jeannette easily enough. There were a half dozen young men who were trying to stand near her in what they hoped looked nonchalant, and trying to catch her eye to be given an excuse to strike up a conversation. 

Devon paused and enjoyed the sight. Jeannette was wearing a business grey suit, of sorts. The jacket was buttoned, and her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show ample cleavage. Her skirt ended perhaps four inches below her shapely ass, and her feet were in heels that gave her calves excellent definition. 

Near her were two bags all ready, a small suitcase that belonged to her, and Devon's big two suit special. She was watching the rest of the baggage go by waiting to spot one of the other two bags they were expecting. 

Devon approached her and said softly. "You're drawing a crowd." 

"Yes Master. They've been hanging around." Jeannette replied without stopping her search of the baggage. 

Just as softly to Jeannette. "Kiss me slave, and give them a show." 

Jeannette looked at him, and smiled widely. She threw her arms around him and gave him a deep and passionate kiss. Devon reached down and gave her ass a familiar, and possessive squeeze, letting the other men see the firm ass that he had. 

Jeannette's eyes sparkled. She understood what had just happened. Master was showing off, and taking some pleasure in tormenting the squares. She glanced at the baggage and said. "Your suitcase Master." 

Devon intercepted her and got it himself, placing it with the other two on the floor. The young men were now staring openly at Jeannette as she stood watching the bags go by on the conveyor. 

Devon managed to snag Jeannette's hanging bag as it went by and then taking the baggage, carried it to the lot indicated in his map. He stopped once and glanced at it before turning and walking with Jeannette and finally finding a dark green Mercury Grand Marquis in the slot indicated. Devon tried one key, and then the other before the trunk opened. 

Once in the car, all the bags having been stowed in the trunk, Jeannette sat and waited while Master familiarized himself with the controls. He got the seat, and mirrors adjusted, and then pulled out of the space and was headed for the exit. He paused long enough to pull his phone out of his pocket. "Start to program the map thing, I don't know anything about this city."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and took the phone and selected the map option. She selected the hotel from the list of bookmarks, and then had it locate them through the GPS. In a minute it had the directions. Jeannette navigated them by watching the movement of the little dot on the map and soon she looked up and pointed. "There Master." 

Devon pulled into the Marriott and up to the front of the hotel. He helped unload the baggage and put it onto a cart. Then he parked the car and returned to Jeannette. In ten minutes, the check in was complete, and they went up to the room assigned to them on the forth floor. 

Jeannette began to unpack the suitcases while Devon sat in a chair and taking his cell phone started to return calls. First, he arranged to dine at the Hotel's Restaurant with Sarah Miller this evening, and then he returned the call to Victor Kolich. 

"Mr. Kolich? Devon Jamison, I understand that you called." Devon began.

"Yes Mr. Jamison. I believe I would like to meet with you to discuss a couple items." 

"Certainly Sir. I'm engaged this evening, however I am free tomorrow all day for your convenience." 

Devon was surprised at the next question, and said. "I really don't know, I've never seen one." The meeting was arranged, and Devon hung up. 

Jeannette was finished and kneeling beside his chair. Devon was tapping his finger on the table, and looking somewhat surprised. "Something wrong Master?" 

"Victor wishes to meet us at the Greyhound track. To watch the Dogs run I suppose." Devon said.

"I've never seen dogs race Master." Jeannette admitted.

Devon shrugged. "Neither have I, so it will be a first for both of us." 

The discussion turned to this evening, and Devon spent an hour briefing Jeannette on contingencies he wanted her ready for. Jeannette listened, and asked questions that seemed to indicate her understanding of his intent. 

Devon rose and walked to the bed. "Slave, I'll accept some pleasure later, for now let's take a nap, we wouldn't want to appear exhausted when we meet Sarah Miller later would we?" Devon gestured to show he expected Jeannette to lie next to him on the bed. He kicked his shoes off and then lay down on the covers.

"No Master." Jeannette said as she joined Devon on the bed to take a short nap.

At seven PM, Devon arrived at the rotating Restaurant on the top of the Marriott building and was shown to his table. "The third member of your party hasn't arrived yet sir, when she does, I'll show her to your table." 

"Thank you." Devon said. He ordered a drink for himself, and Jeannette asked for water. When the waiter had gone he asked. "Water Jeannette?" 

"Mistress Ann is punishing me Master. It's all I'm allowed." Jeannette said simply. 

Devon smiled faintly. "I think we can waive that while we're here on business." 

Jeannette nodded her understanding. In another two minutes Sarah Miller was shown to the table and they rose to greet and meet her. 

After the pleasantries were observed, Devon accepted menus and watched as Sarah Miller ordered a Manhattan as a before dinner drink. The next few minutes was given to perusing the menu and then they made selections and ordered from the Waiter who was nearby. Once that had been attended to, Devon began the business in a low voice. "Ms. Miller, I wanted to meet you and discuss the request you've made of our Academy." 

Sarah Miller was fighting to remain in control. She could feel the power that Devon radiated. It was intense. Jeannette was as beautiful as legend had it, but Devon, he didn't really look like a trainer to the Greek god's, but instead, one of the Greek gods themselves. She fought her emotional response, demanding that her intellect remain in charge. 

"I understand Mr. Jamison." Sarah said abruptly. "The question is can you help me?" 

"I'll need more information first." Devon temporized. "If you're uncomfortable discussing this here, we can do so after dinner, I have a suite at the Hotel." 

Sarah glanced around, the other tables were occupied, and something might be overheard. "Perhaps that would be best." 

Dinner conversation was immediately reduced to chitchat, but it was obviously strained. Sarah's answers were primarily short and even abrupt. Devon ignored this and continued to talk about current events, the state of the economy, and even discussed briefly the quality of various automobiles. 

Sarah was obviously annoyed, and wasn't hiding it. Devon considered as he allowed his mind to jump from subject to subject almost without thought. Sarah was tense, and annoyed. She wanted answers and she wanted them right now. Devon decided this was perhaps desperation on her part, and he wondered how long she had been fighting her desires. 

Once the trio had returned to the suite to chat, Devon again playing cordial host offered Sarah a drink. She declined, and Devon decided it was best to get to business. "Jeannette, if they have a Scotch there, please fix me one on the rocks." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and moved to obey. 

"Get your self anything you wish Jeannette." Devon turned back to Sarah and asked again. "Are you sure you won't have anything?" 

"I'm sure." Sarah said tightly. 

"A brandy?" Devon offered again.

Sarah shook her head. Damn it, can you help me or not?

Devon accepted his drink and noticed as Jeannette knelt next to him she had a glass of water. "Ms. Miller, or may I call you Sarah?" She nodded her acceptance and Devon continued. "I'm going to need some more information, how long have you had fantasies of being a submissive?" 

"Not very long." Sarah answered.

Devon shifted slightly. "To find out what I can do for you, I'm going to need absolute honesty." 

"Not very long." Sarah repeated. What the hell is that sound. Is a TV on or something? It sounds like a white noise thing that some people sleep with.

Devon pursed his lips considering. "Before or after you graduated College?" 

Sarah narrowed her eyes to show her annoyance. "Can you satisfy my request Mr. Jamison?" 

Devon frowned. "I don't know until you tell me the truth." 

Sarah let a huff of air out through her nose audibly. "Mr. Jamison, I need to know if you can so abuse me that I never want to do this again." 

Devon considered for half a minute, then he turned to Jeannette. "Jeannette, please send Mistress Dominique a message, tell her that as far as Sarah Miller is concerned, the visit is a failure. I will continue to meet the other potential clients, and will advice as each situation develops." He handed her his cell phone and turned to Sarah.

Sarah finally showed signs of life. "What do you want from me?" 

"The truth." Devon repeated. 

"Since college." Sarah said in a small tight voice. She had to strain to get it past her throat. 

Devon nodded and held his hand up stopping Jeannette from typing. "Always the same fantasy? Or have they evolved?" 

"Evolved?" Sarah asked just as tightly as before. 

"Yes. Did it begin as a rape? Or did it begin as a desire for rough sex? What is your fantasy now? What do you dream about?" Devon asked in his deep melodious voice. 

Sarah hesitated a moment. "Rough sex, rape. Now, being ordered to perform for another." 

"Do you still have fantasies about multiple partners?" 

"Yes." Sarah admitted blushing. 

"All Vaginal, or Anal and Oral as well?" Devon asked just as calmly. 

"I can't." Sarah said. 

"Sarah. I can do one of three things for you." Devon said softly. "I can make your fantasy real, real in your life. I can give you three weeks of the fantasy, and hope you don't revert, or I can wish you well and leave you alone." 

"Please." Sarah said with tears forming in her eyes. "I can't do that, I'll be out, ruined." 

Devon shook his head. "My other contacts this weekend are Dominants in this area. Successful businesspeople, like you. People who would be equally scandalized if their behavior became public knowledge." Devon leaned forward fixing her with his most powerful stare. "Someone who could make your fantasy real for a very long time." 

Sarah shook her head. "They'd know, they'd know and I'd be ruined." 

Devon shook his head. "No, they won't. You'll know, he will know, and that is it." 

"No." Sarah said shaking her head furiously. "You have to break me of this. You have to sour the milk." 


Devon shook his head. "I can't. You're a submissive at heart, and you'll never be anything else in your romantic life." 

"NO!" Sarah shouted and stood up. "I can't be." 

Devon sat and waited, Sarah stared at him, desperation, and fear obvious on her face, making the skin around her eyes tight. Devon softly said. "Sit down Sarah." 

Sarah sat on the front edge of the chair, her face pleading with Devon. "Help me." 

Turning to Jeannette. "That document I printed out, please get it for me." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and stood to obey. She went to a laptop style case and opened it, she then withdrew a single folder and brought it to Devon. 

Devon accepted it. Leaning forward he extended the folder to Sarah and said. "The answers your heart seek are in here." 

Sarah accepted the folder and frowned at it. She opened it and glanced at the paper. Then she began to read. As she did, she stood and walked to the window and read all three pages. She then re-read the pages and closed the folder. 

That was the most beautiful thing I have ever read. A man who wishes for a woman, one who challenges his intellect, who can entice his masculinity, and who can kneel before him in private.

Opening the folder again she turned to the second page. The ideal submissive for me, would be college educated, because the social circle I exist in would demand someone who has a classical education, who has read Plato and could discuss Shakespeare. My perfect submissive would be a professional woman, with a career of her own. One who would define her professional success by her accomplishments, and her personal satisfaction attending to my wants and darkest desires.

"Did you write this?" Sarah asked turning to Devon.

Devon shook his head. "No. I have a meeting with the man who did." 

"He's here? In Houston?" 

Devon nodded. "He is." 

"Does he work for my company?" Sarah asked frightened. 

Devon shook his head and gestured to the chair before him. "Please sit. He doesn't work for, or with your company. I won't identify him to you, nor you to him unless you both express a desire to meet the other." 

Sarah bit her lip and walked to the chair. She sat and looked at Devon. "You're playing Matchmaker." 

Devon shrugged. "Sarah, you can't, you'll never be able to silence your desires. The more you try to hide them, the more obvious it becomes to Dominants everywhere that you need to be commanded. The only way for you to be happy, to find the conditions for your soul to be happy, is to kneel at the feet of your Master, and at the same time be a very powerful, and very strong woman in business." 

"I can't be both, no one can." Sarah objected.

"There is a woman in California, who is an office manager for a large and very successful law firm. She is a slave to her husband. She has written a biography about her life." Devon began, and then shrugged. "The Buddha said that there are three people in each of us. The one that others see us as. That one that we see ourselves as, and that which we truly are." 

"This has to do with me how?" 


"I disagree with Buddha on one thing. He said that we should combine the three, and only by combining the three, could we become enlightened. I think that by embracing what we are, and knowing what we are, it doesn't matter what others think." 

"I still don't see your point." Sarah said. 

"The face that others see, need not be the true you. You can rule your company, even rise to the position of President and CEO, and still be a slave in the privacy of your own bedroom." 

"No, I can't. They'll know." 

"Then you are already doomed." Devon said softly. "If they are so omnipotent as to know your private home life, then they will know you are meeting with me, and about what. They will know you contacted us, and why. They would know your heart already." 

Sarah shook her head. "This isn't what I want." 

"It is what you want, you are just afraid to admit it to yourself." Devon offered in reply. 

Sarah stood and turned for the door. "If you can't help me, then this meeting is over." 

"Sarah, one last thing, before you leave." Devon said without moving an inch. 

Sarah turned and looked at him, the question obvious on her face, if not on her lips. 

"If you hesitated too long, I will find another submissive for that man. He deserves to be happy as well, and I'll not tell him to wait forever while you pretend that this is some adolescent phase you are going through." 

Sarah looked at the folder in her hand. She was still holding it, unwilling to let go. She had tears in her eyes as she looked back at Devon. "He really exists?" 

Devon nodded. "He really does. I thought that the woman described could be you, if you were trained to embrace, and really accept your hearts deepest, and darkest desire.' 

"Would he tell anyone about me?" Sarah asked as though afraid to hope he wouldn't. 

"His position would be ruined as well, he literally has just as much to lose, perhaps even more, if the secret got out." Devon said. 

Sarah looked at the folder. "I don't know, this isn't what I wanted." 

"Take the night, think about it. Let's meet again on Sunday, we'll have a late lunch, and we can talk more, after you've had some time to think." Devon said reassuringly. 

Sarah turned to go and as she touched the doorknob she hesitated. "You can't cure me?" 


"There is no cure Sarah, there is only insanity if you keep trying to deny what, and who you are." Devon said gently. 

Sarah opened the door and left the room, it closed behind her, and Devon sat for a long time considering. Jeannette knelt beside him, awaiting his pleasure, and thinking of Master Devon. 

Finally, Devon broke the silence. "Jeannette, send an initial report to Dominique, and Ann. Tell them the truth. We haven't yet landed Sarah as a client, but I believe we have a fair, use that word, fair chance of doing so before we return." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 31



"Yes Master." Jeannette said. She took the phone and began to compose the message. 

"Jeannette, do you think I'm crazy in thinking that they'll fit?" 

Jeannette stopped tapping on the phone and looked up at Devon. "Master, are you asking my opinion?" 

"Yes." 

Jeannette hesitated. "Master, Love is not something you can dictate. You can't say to one person, this is perfect for you, and expect them to agree." 

"I know." Devon said tiredly. "So I'm very much off on this one. I was afraid of that." 

"I don't know Master. The article touched her, and from a narrow point of view, it's possible that she could fit, but could he fit her image of the Master?" 

Devon nodded. "Is there Chemistry between them?" 

"I don't know Master. Only they will, when they meet." Jeannette said.

"Did you know that smell is one of the determining factors in attraction? The combination of pheromones that is individual to each of us, sometimes a combination is very strong, and sometimes it's very repulsive." 

Jeannette smiled supportively. "I read that article too Master, you told me to." 

Devon nodded. "Will they jibe? That is the question." 

"If there is some attraction Master, how do you get her to submit to him?" 

"I have no idea." Devon admitted. "None what so ever." 

Jeannette finished tapping on the phone and then sent the message. She knelt beside him and waited. Devon was still looking at the door, his eyes nearly closed as he replayed the conversation, using everything he knew to try and understand the conversation, looking for mistakes. Weighing each word, tasting each flavor or nuance, he considered and found that he still didn't know. 

"Come Jeannette." Devon said standing. "We'll visit one of the clubs tonight, let's get changed so that we fit in, and be prepared to represent the Academy and the Executive Club in style." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she also stood. 

They spent four hours at the club, which had been advised of their visiting Houston by the Executive Club, and promptly extended VIP privileges to them. The bill needed only to be signed, and would be added to the monthly bill the Executive Club in New York presented to the Academy for membership and services used. 

Devon spent a great deal of time talking with potential clients, and Jeannette was talking to others, both Dominants who were intimidated by Devon, and Submissives who may one day be trained at the Academy. 

All of the players had heard of the Academy, and all of them were happy to have met the Master's Master from this legendary school. Many wanted to sample Jeannette, and Devon had considered, but leaving her worn out from a Gang Bang would not serve his interests for the rest of the weekend, and he delicately steered the conversation away from that topic. 

Arriving back at the hotel, Devon and Jeannette quickly readied for bed, and then Devon decided to take care of his personal edge. 

Sarah was crying openly in her apartment. She was so disappointed after meeting Devon. She wanted to hear how he was going to save her from this, and instead he said he could make her fantasy real. 

Sarah read the article again, she had nearly committed it to memory, and shook her head. No one could have really written this. No one could have her concerns. 

She watched the sun come up, having sat up all night in her apartment. Every single light was on, in an effort to chase the darkness of her dreams away. She had been drinking most of the night, and collapsed on the couch, the half full glass of gin tipping over in her hand to fall to the carpet. The spill wouldn't stain, it was Gin after all. She slept on the couch, and her dreams were even more vivid than usual. This time, her hands were bound behind her, and her dark lover shoved his raging erection into her ass. He took her where she was still a virgin, and showed her no mercy. Waking on the couch, she found herself actually in the throws of an orgasm, she had climaxed herself awake from her dream. Groaning as she came, her hands gripping the arm of the couch she rode the waves of pleasure and then lay panting. 

Her hand wondered down, and opened her pants. She found herself sticky, and wet. She cried some more, and tried to ignore the gnawing hunger between her legs, and in her heart.

Waking before noon, Devon and Jeannette quickly washed and prepared for the day. Ordering a small breakfast platter to be sent up, they dressed in casual clothing. For Devon, that meant a sports shirt while carrying a light cotton jacket in deference to the heat of South Texas in summer, and a light cotton pair of slacks. For Jeannette, it meant a cotton skirt that ended about three inches below her ass, and a tight fitting shirt over a quarter cup bra. 

Devon programmed his phone's GPS for the destination, and then plugging it into the cigarette lighter, set off for the track. 

At the track, he used the Valet parking, and then entered the Clubhouse, and found a place to sit. Higher than most of the other viewers, he watched the crowd for any sign of Victor Kolich. They had agreed to the area near the starting line, under the assumption that it would be less crowded, and it was. Devon saw the man and recognized him from his picture. Sending Jeannette for him, Devon sat and waited. 

Victor looked at the crowd and was relieved that the area he'd suggested was as sparsely filled as he had remembered. Then he saw a beautiful brunette walking towards him. She stopped before him. "Mr. Victor Kolich?" 

"Yes." 

"I'm Jeannette, please come with me sir." She then turned and walked towards a man that Victor had seen but not knowing who Devon was, didn't consider for more than a moment. The man stood as Victor approached and introductions were handled. Drinks were ordered from the waitress and then once they were received Devon said. "Thank you for inviting me here, I've never seen dog races before." 

"I did, about a year ago. A client wanted to see it." Victor admitted. "I remembered it as a place where everyone was watching the races, and no one was watching anyone else." 

Devon nodded. "Privacy in public," 

"Yes." Victor acknowledged. "Why do you think I wrote that article?" 

"Mr. Kolich, if I may." Devon said with a simple smile. "The time for fencing is behind us. If you want to know why I came to the conclusion that you did write it, for future reference, it would be useless. An artist can't hide his work, he can sign a different name, but his style, his individual skills and his muses come out. Your words are very well done, and your style comes out from anything you write." 

"Was it the phrases? I realized after I re-read them I had used a couple similar phrases." 

"It was the passion Mr. Kolich. The phrases cemented the conclusion in my mind, but it was the similarity of passions." Devon smiled again. "Your article on the environmental shipping practices was brilliant, looking at each, and giving a synopsis of each. Concluding that once a reasonable system had been developed, and was not only dependable, but more efficient, and cheaper than the current standard of Diesel fuel. This system, once developed and tested, would not need to be legislated into a predominance of the industry, it would be embraced by shipping companies around the world." 

"Yes. I still believe that." Victor said.

"The passion in that was apparent. May I ask what drove you to write it?" 

Victor sat for a while. Devon Jamison was here, and while he hadn't offered or threatened anything, was asking for a small amount of truth. This truth, while not widely known, wasn't too hard for anyone to find out. "My Daughter. She's nineteen, and in college. She's a real nut for the Environment. While she goes to school on my money, she protests me in every way she can. According to her, I am the embodiment of evil, polluting the environment for greed." 

Devon nodded. "I believe that Winston Churchill said that if you weren't a Liberal at the age of twenty, you had no heart. If you weren't a Conservative by the time you were forty, you had no brain." 

Victor chuckled. "I've heard that quote before." 

"To the young, you need only the will to change the world for what you believe is the better. To the older, more mature, you have learned it take more than good intentions to change the world even a slight bit." Devon said.


They ordered a light lunch and commented on a couple of the races as they ate. 

"So Devon, you've met me, talked to me about the article, is that why you wanted to see me?" Victor finally asked.

Devon considered. Victor Kolich was all business. "Victor, have you considered making your dream come true? Finding a submissive who meets your needs?" 

Victor shook his head. "No, she doesn't exist." 

"She may." Devon allowed. "As you can guess, part of my trip is recruiting, visiting clubs that are involved in this kind of activity. Locating possible clients as it were." 

"Sure. Same thing I do when I travel. I'm always on the lookout for another client, or another opportunity. So what? Professional women aren't submissive." 

"There may be a few who are." Devon alluded.

Victor snorted. "Devon, let's put the cards on the table shall we?" He got a gesture and a nod. "If my board of directors thought I was some sort of closet sadist, I'd be out of the Company before you could say good morning. Even if they didn't toss me right away, the very next stockholder meeting would give me a vote of no confidence, and then I'd be out. The stock value would plummet, and then let's be totally honest here, my retirement would be worth pennies." 

"Not to mention the difficulty in paying for your Daughter's college." Devon agreed.

Victor nodded. "Any chance of establishing any kind of parental relationship would be ruined as well. I'm too exposed publicly for this kind of thing to work. It's impossible." 

"Your dream isn't impossible, only difficult." Devon said. 

"Bullshit Devon. I don't know what you are selling, but I'm not buying it." 

Devon nodded. "Jeannette. Last night, without giving her name or the company, what position did the young lady occupy in her company." 

Jeannette sensing that Devon wanted to give a demonstration of loyalty and obedience said. "She's a Vice President Master." 

"Her desire?" 

"To be a student Master." Jeannette said. 

"A student?" Victor asked guardedly. "Of yours?" 

"Yes." Devon said. "She's an interesting case. One of the reasons she is reluctant to truly embrace her desires is fear of public disclosure. I let her read your article, and unless I am seriously mistaken, she was impressed."

Victor was almost enraged. "You told her about me?" 

"I haven't told you anything about her, not her name, nor any way to find it. I told her only that the author was a professional person of standing in Houston. I did say you weren't in her company, and to the best of my knowledge, didn't deal with her company." Devon said with all the will power he could muster.

Victor took three deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. He drummed his fingers. "So you're trying to set me up with her? A blind date?" 


Devon shook his head. "She may, or may not decide to embrace her submissive self. What I hope to do is be able to reach you in the future, in case some submissive finds her way to me, and is suitable to your standards." 

"I don't understand." Victor admitted after a few moments of consideration.

"One of the things that the academy is designed to do is find submissive people, and train them. After they are trained, to place them with Master's who would then pay a fee, to cover the cost of training only, and at a substantially reduced rate I might add, for the submissive." 

"That's prostitution, and it's illegal." 

Devon shook his head. "We don't guarantee your satisfaction. Consider it more along the lines of headhunting. We're finding people who may, may mind you, be suitable for your needs." 

Victor considered. "Slavery dating service. Now I have heard it all." 

Devon shrugged. "Tell me you haven't used a headhunter to find an executive you needed for the company. It would be along the lines of hiring a Housekeeper through an agency." 

Victor considered. "I don't think I'd be interested." 

Devon nodded. "You doubt that I can find a suitable woman. Then you assume that if I did find one, you wouldn't be attracted to her. All very possible and in fact, given the varieties of personal tastes, probable result. However, all I'm going to ask for is permission to contact you about this again, should a suitable submissive present herself to me." 

Victor considered. "How would we meet each other? I mean, without giving anything away. I can't be seen, I'm too well known, my picture has been in the newspaper more than once." 

Devon nodded. "True as well." He shrugged. "Victor, I don't know too many of the details. I will promise you this, before I ask you to meet someone. I will have all the details arranged, and they will either meet with your satisfaction, or you will be free to walk away, no strings, and no threats attached." 

"If I tell you to go to hell and just walk away now?" Victor asked.


"I will not bother you again. I am not a blackmailer. My reputation would not survive the flavor it would generate. Word would get out, among a few, and then too many. I would have no clients, and no way of getting any." Devon said simply. 

Victor turned his head and found himself looking at Jeannette. She was beautiful. She sat quietly, and watched him watching her. He ran his eyes down her neck, there was a strip that shows slightly paler, where her collar went he assumed. 

Jeannette didn't flinch, or show any objection to his looking at her. Devon watched Victor and then glanced at the dogs that were at this moment stating their run. 

"Devon, I would have to be convinced that my identity would be strictly protected." 

Devon nodded. "Our files do not include anything containing your name." He turned his head. "Jeannette bring up Mr. Kolich's information in my phone please." 

Jeannette pulled the phone out of her purse and began tapping it. In a minute she handed it to Victor and said. "Here's your information sir, as we have it." 

Victor looked at it. His name, and company were there. Nothing about his proclivities. "So if someone gets your phone, they'll know you were talking to me? Some security Devon." 

"Jeannette didn't tell you, that screen is the encrypted information screen. It takes a password to decrypt the information. That is what took so long to access the information." Devon talked Victor through the process of closing the file, and then asked him to reopen it. Victor was faced with a standard password prompt and he handed the phone back to Jeannette. 

"Three incorrect attempts, and the data is destroyed, scrubbed over and over until the battery is dead." Devon explained. 

Victor considered for a few moments. "Devon, I'll agree to this. I will consider meeting you if someone does make you think of me." 

Devon nodded. "The meeting may need to take place at the Academy. I can assure you that the staff will maintain confidentiality of course." 

Victor nodded. "I can come to New York, no problem there." 

Devon sipped his beer in celebration of his negotiating victory. "Victor, I hope to call you one day before long, and ask you to honor me with a visit." 

"Devon, who do you work for? I had an investigator look into your company, and she came up nearly empty." Victor asked. 

"I don't know either." Devon admitted. "I work for Dominique, and she works for the stockholders, and they work for other people with money." Devon set his glass down. "I've gotten the impression, and it may be incorrect, that the stockholders are people who like yourself are reluctant to admit to an interest in this area." 

Victor considered. "What do they know about your clients?" 

"No names. Only account numbers of clients. They know the names of the staff of course." 

Victor considered. "Devon, do you really think you can find someone who would not embarrass me in public, and would tempt me in private?" 

"I hope so, and will strive to do just that Victor." Devon said in his most reassuring manner. 

Victor stood and reached for his wallet. Devon stopped him. "I invited you to lunch Victor, I would be insulted if you tried to pay for the honor of meeting you." Devon stood and held his hand out. Victor took it, and then wished them a good day, and then left. 

Devon breathed a sigh of relief. "That was a challenge Jeannette." 

"Yes Master, he was very wary about this." Jeannette agreed. 

Devon nodded. "He was. How do you think Sarah is doing?" 

"I don't know Master. I hope she is doing badly." Jeannette admitted.

"So do I." Devon agreed. "If she is, then she'll agree to be trained. If she isn't, then she's going to try and lock this away again." 


Sarah for her part, was not doing well at all. She was nearly hysterical with fear, fear that someone would find out. She had been jumping at shadows, and searching the web incessantly trying to find some link between herself and the terms that terrified her. 

Sarah Miller, Submissive. No results were found, none that pointed to her anyway. She was starting to give into her panic, and she knew that was a huge mistake. If she did, then she would do something incredibly stupid, and she would be ruined. 

Devon and Jeannette returned to the Hotel in time for dinner, and ate a meal together before preparing to go out again. Once again, Jeannette put a jacket over her nightclub clothing, this time a micro dress that left so little to the imagination that she might as well be nude. 

They left the hotel and arrived at the club again. Devon was chatting with two Dominants who were impressed with the rumors, but wanted something more tangible to consider. 

Devon considered. "I would normally not object to allowing a prospective client to sample a trained slave. As you know, this trip is about more than recruiting. I've been meeting some very influential clients, and it would do those meetings no good what so ever if Jeannette was hardly awake with bruises everywhere and huge circles under her eyes." 

A man known to mostly everyone as Master Ramos snorted. "A likely excuse when someone is calling a bluff." 

Devon nodded. "Jeannette, attend Master Ramos give him a blowjob." He made a casual gesture to indicate who he wanted her to serve.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. The Gesture hadn't been casual. It had been arranged. Devon had previously briefed her what to do if she saw that gesture. She was to make him shoot his load straight up, where there could be no denying his pleasure. If this soiled his clothing, and sent him home with a wet spot, so much the better.

Ramos allowed his mouth to open for a moment in surprise. He'd already indicated that he wouldn't be sending anyone to the Academy. Ramos shrugged. He shifted forward and locked eyes with Devon as Jeannette opened his zipper and pulled his cock out. She began to suckle him and he noticed something right away. She was very good at this. 

Mistress Darlene was watching this with interest. She had a couple slaves that she played with, and the idea of having them trained was interesting. Ramos was a blowhard, and a loud mouth, and everyone knew it. He was also trying to look smug as his cock became fully erect at Jeannette's ministrations. 

Ramos was trying to maintain his composure, trying to look cool, and he was failing. Jeannette swirled her tongue along the underside of his cock, and then swallowed his cock head and began to swallow it over and over again, giving him the sensation of being sucked to her stomach. 

As his cock started to jerk and pulse, Jeannette lifted her head and knelt back while still stroking his cock. Thick white ropes of semen shot straight up and then came down, landing on Jeannette's hand, and all over his lap, and trousers.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 31



Master Ramos was not amused by this, he accused Jeannette of soiling him to humiliate him. Devon stepped in and spoke in a low tone of voice. "Master Ramos, if Jeannette did anything, it was at my command, she is a slave, and obeys. Your anger at receiving an excellent blowjob is asinine, and your histrionics are laughable." 

Ramos realized he was acting like an ass, and he was extremely angry as he left the club. Devon spent the rest of the evening mixing and chatting with others, Jeannette always staying close to him, as he had told her to. 

Sarah Miller was now officially hysterical. She was hiding in her bathtub, and crying. Hiding in the tub fully dressed was not the act of a rational and sane person, and Sarah knew it. She also knew she couldn't do it, she just couldn't. She finally exhausted herself, and she slept in the tub, curled into a fetal ball, and still fully dressed. 

Devon and Jeannette arrived back at the Hotel after four in the morning. Placing the do not disturb sign out, Devon undressed and collapsed into bed. A full day, and a full night. "Vacations really take the wind out of you don't they Jeannette." 

Jeannette now happily nude lay down next to him. "Yes Master, they do." They slept almost immediately, exhausted after a long day, and night. 

This time, Sarah's dreams had two facets, public and private. She was at work, in her dreams, powerful, determined, and resolute. Then she was at home, and kneeling, her hands bound, her mouth and throat filled with cock, her master, her husbands hands gripping her head, forcing her to take all of himself. 

They were at a party, and no one knew what they did in the bedroom. They were in the bedroom, and she was tied to the bedpost, his cock pummeling her. 

Sarah woke and groaned. She was again aroused to the point of orgasm, but she was incredibly stiff and sore. She hurt all over from sleeping like this. She looked at her watch, and it was six in the morning. "I can't believe I slept in the bathtub like some sort of wacko." Was mumbled to the empty room, and the brightly lit apartment. 

Sarah used the toilet, and then stripped and started the shower. After stretching aching muscles, she washed herself under the streaming hot shower, and then stretched once more before shutting the water off. Drying and dressing took little time, she was again dressed in baggy comfortable clothing. 

Someone would talk, and Sarah had to talk to Devon to make sure he didn't tell anyone who she was, or what she wanted. Once she got him to agree to that, then she could go to a different therapist, and get this shit out of her head. 

As she sat and considered her options, she decided to eat something. Deciding on toast and coffee she quickly prepared it and then sat at her small kitchen table. She looked at the folder, and sighed as she opened it to read it again. 

The first page had a nice phrase to it. Each person is different, and each Dominant has different values, different circumstances. No two are alike, and no two solutions are ever alike. The perfect submissive would be like a custom made suit, similar in style to others, but intended and created exclusively for one alone.

Sarah read the article again, and then closed the folder again. She closed her eyes in an effort to get her mind under control and heard the words in her head instead. If my perfect submissive does exist, I hope to meet her one day, and together, we can pursue our goals, personal and private, as well as professional and public.

Devon was woken by his phone ringing and he answered it clumsily. "Yes?" 

"Mr. Jamison, it's Sarah Miller." 

"Good morning Ms. Miller, forgive me, I'm just waking up. I was out late last night keeping up with the Jones's." Devon glanced at his watch, it was not even eight in the morning yet. 

"I want your assurance, your personal assurance that I will not be harassed by anyone from your organization." Sarah said in her most determined Executive voice. 

Devon blinked and gathered himself. "Ms. Miller, it sounds as though you have decided not to avail yourself of the training we offer." 

"I have decided just that. I wanted to be sure that I won't be harassed in any way. I can assure you that I will sue anyone who starts any rumors about me." Sarah said with a definite edge of hostility in her voice. 

Devon considered for just a moment. "I will assure you of that Ms. Miller. I'm honestly sorry that things didn't work out with you. I can say that the author of that article has agreed to consider accepting a submissive, if she was suitable. I had hoped on introducing you after your training." Devon wasted a shrug on Jeannette who was watching him. "Oh well. Good Day Ms. Miller, and I'll not bother you again." 

Sarah held the phone to her ear after the click of Devon hanging up had sounded. She was standing in her kitchen with her mouth hanging open. Devon was bluffing, he just had to be bluffing. He just wanted the money from training her. That was it. 

Devon yawned and sighed. "Well it seems that we didn't read Sarah right after all Jeannette." 

Jeannette just looked at him. "Master, you don't think that." 

Devon smiled vaguely, and then said. "Since we're up, let's get breakfast, and then we can go see the sights of Houston." 

Jeannette frowned for a moment considering. Then she nodded her head. "Yes Master." 

She placed the breakfast order, and then hopped into the shower and was dressed and ready when the cart arrived. Devon stepped out of the bathroom buckling his belt and found breakfast waiting for him. 

Sarah was pacing in her kitchen. He was lying, he had to be lying. Making an impulsive decision, she grabbed her purse, and stormed out of her apartment and was off and running. She would go to the Hotel, confront Devon, and make him admit he was lying. Once that was settled, she could relax and focus on finding a therapist who would help cure her. She had to dash this hope though, because if she didn't the doubt would torment her to insanity. 

Devon and Jeannette had already departed for the Houston Space Center as Sarah strode through the lobby and to the elevators. She was up in a flash and was banging on the right door. A minute later, she knocked again, then one more time before standing sheepishly in the hallway. They weren't in, and she was standing there like a lunatic. 

Sarah groaned and left the hotel. She was in her car and then decided to try and call him. 

Devon was seated next to Jeannette on the tram tour when his phone rang. He frowned and pulled it out. He turned it so Jeannette could see, and then flipped the switch to silence the ring. Then he dropped it back into his pocket. Let her stew, she woke him up. A slave should be more considerate. 

Jeannette smiled. Sarah was determined to speak to Master, she was being manipulated, and even if she saw it, she was unable to stop her responses. 

After lunching with the other tourists, they walked and looked at the Astronaut gallery and then the spaceship gallery. Every so often Devon would tap his pocket where his phone rested. Jeannette would take a moment and listen for the distinctive buzz that indicated the vibrator was going in the phone. It had rung several times.

Sarah was pacing in her apartment again. Where the hell was he? She dialed his number again, and again left the same message. "Mr. Jamison, This is Sarah Miller, I've been trying to reach you, please return my call immediately."

Finally between exhibits, Devon sighed and reached into his pocket. He stepped away from the rest of the tourists and answered his phone. "Hello?" 

"Devon?" 

"Yes." 

"It's Sarah Miller, I've been trying to reach you." 

"I've been touring the Space Center. It's fascinating. I didn't want to be disturbed by phone calls while I was touring. Did you leave a message?" 

"I left several. Admit that you were lying, that you haven't met anyone else here in Houston." 

Devon glanced at Jeannette and winked. "I can't. Ms. Miller that would be a lie. I met several Dominants and Submissives at a club. We mingled for two nights there. I had lunch with a President of a Corporation at the Greyhound track yesterday afternoon." 

"You are lying. You know you are, why do you insist on maintaining it?" Sarah demanded in a voice that was tinged with hysterics. 

Devon sighed patiently. "Ms. Miller, I don't see any further use for conversation. You insisted that we not discuss it again, nor harass you again. Once again Ms. Miller, allow me to bid you good day, if you'll excuse me, we're about to meet an Astronaut." 

Jeannette was grinning at Devon as he hung up the phone. "Master, she's in a bit of a state isn't she?" 

Devon nodded. "Yes she is. Come on, it's time to go to work." 

Jeannette followed him to the car and they left without seeing a single Astronaut. 

Sarah was pacing her apartment again. She was furious with herself for calling. She was furious with Devon for refusing to admit he was lying. She was furious with him for trying to temp her with that Corporate President nonsense. If he'd met anyone, it was some wannabe or a Manager of a Burger King. 

Sarah was ready to tear someone apart, and Devon was on top of her list. Knowing she'd never find him in the Houston Space Center, she made a decision. The Marriott had a large and well-stocked bar, and it looked out on the lobby. She would go and confront him as he returned, and force him to admit to lying to her. 

Devon arrived back at the hotel, and in the room found the phone flashing. He accepted the messages, four from Sarah Miller, requesting that he call immediately. None since he'd spoken with her, so he deleted them all. 

Grabbing her keys and purse, she returned to the Hotel, and was just getting her first drink when she glanced up and saw her target. Devon and Jeannette, looking casual and cute in their street clothing. She swallowed her Gin and Tonic in a single gulp, and then put the glass on a ten-dollar bill. She stood up and stomped after them. She'd show him all right. She'd show him that she saw right through him.

Jeannette was in the bathroom when the knock on the door came. Devon assumed it was another message from Sarah, probably harassing the poor concierge now, and he answered the door without thinking. Sarah shoved him back and was already talking loudly, just short of shouting. "Listen here buster, I know you're bullshitting me, and I know you didn't meet with any President of any Corporation. I also know you're nothing but a liar. So just admit it and man up for once."

Devon was blinking at her as the bathroom door opened and Jeannette stepped out. "Ms. Miller, I thought...." 

Sarah cut him off. "I don't want to hear any of your charming crap. Just tell me the truth you sanctimonious son of a bitch." 

Devon glanced at Jeannette, and saw her shrug. He returned the shrug, and then while Sarah was getting steam up again to start insulting his family tree and his own honor he grabbed Sarah's wrist and gave it a hard tug. 

Sarah found herself pulled forward with Devon dragging her towards a chair. "Wait a goddamn minute." She said as he spun her around and then flung her across his knee. 

Devon wasted no time and began to spank her hard and fast. She squealed and kicked and tried to get away. He held her firmly with one hand and continued to paddle her denim clad backside with the other. "How dare you barge into my room and speak to me in that manner? Who in the hell do you think you are? I'll tell you exactly who you are. You're nothing but a spoiled brat, a little shit who needs to be paddled." 

Sarah was crying and screaming. Finally Devon let her up and she sprang to her feet rubbing her ass staring at him with stunned silence between them. 

Jeannette walked over and handed Sarah a towel to wipe her eyes and then knelt beside Devon. Sarah was getting her bluster back. "I'll have you arrested for that, I'll sue you for every dime you have." 

"Go ahead." Devon said. "There's the phone, call the police. I'll confess everything." 

Sarah understood the threat implied there. "You wouldn't." 

"I would." Devon said. "You even have a witness." Turning to glance at Jeannette. "What did you see Jeannette?" 

"Master, I saw you spank Sarah Miller for acting like a brat instead of the slave she is." 

Sarah looked horrified at Jeannette. "You wouldn't." 

"She'll do anything she's told, she's a slave." Devon said. 

Sarah stared at him uncomprehendingly. "What?" 

"Sarah, she is what you long to be." Devon said softer. Then he said. "Jeannette, stand and strip." 

Sarah's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she stood and was nude in thirty seconds flat. She turned to go, but found her feet wouldn't carry her. "What are you doing?" 

"Demonstrating." Devon said. "Slave Cunt." 

Jeannette obeyed, moving before Devon and shifting her position to present her pussy to Sarah.

Devon ran Jeannette through her positions, and then ended with her kneeling before him with her mouth open, waiting for his cock. 

Sarah stood transfixed. She couldn't tear her eyes away, and she couldn't stand to watch it. She felt a familiar tightening in her stomach and she shifted her gaze with great effort back to Devon. 

"Sarah, I asked you a question, isn't this what you want to do?" Devon asked again. 

Realizing she had missed the question the first time he'd uttered it, Sarah felt herself nod, she was numb, and she was terrified at the same time. 

"Then agree to be trained, and trust me to find someone to command you when you leave." Devon said softly. 

Sarah shook her head. "No. I can't." 

"You have to. You know you do Sarah, so submit to your desire, and then you'll find it easy to submit to your Master." 

Sarah shook her head. "I can't." She whined. 

"Take your shirt of Sarah. Obey me." Devon commanded. 

Sarah wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head no, unwilling to trust herself. 

"Tell me what you want Sarah." Devon commanded. 

Sarah was staring at Jeannette who still knelt before him completely nude, utterly exposed, her mouth open and waiting for his pleasure, waiting to be used by him. 

"You want to be told to suck cocks don't you?" 

Sarah started to shake her head, and then lowered her gaze. She nodded with very small and humiliated gestures. 

"You want to be fucked, not made love to, but a true rutting fuck don't you?" 


Sarah nodded again. 

"You want your man, your Master, to tie you up, and fuck you silly don't you?" Devon next asked in his command voice. 

Sarah sobbed and nodded her head again. 

"Then submit to me, and I'll show you how to submit to him." Devon said. 

Sarah shook her head again. "I can't." 

"Jeannette, here." Devon said pointing. She shifted knelt beside Devon, now returning to standard slave kneel beside him. Devon reached out and patted her head, stroking her long brown hair absently. "You may kneel on my other side here Sarah, embrace your hearts desire and obey me." 

Sarah sobbed and shook her head no. 

"Do it Sarah, right now." Devon said softly. 

Sarah pleaded with him, her eyes begging him. "Please, no." 

Devon gestured to the floor beside him, staring intently at Sarah. She took one step forward and then sobbed loudly. 

She stopped herself and looked Devon in the eye. "My career, I'll be ruined." 

"Trust your Master Sarah, trust your Master to take all those things into account. Trust your Master to be as concerned about your career as you are." Devon said softly. "Trust me Sarah, and I'll give you the joy you have been missing in your life. I'll help you accept what you are in private, and separate the public part of your life so the squares won't know, and you'll be secure." 

Sarah had tears in her eyes. She had one question left. "How can you promise that?" 

Devon looked at her and smiled reassuringly. "Because this is what we designed the Academy for. To give people like you the opportunity to explore your fantasy in the bedroom of your choice. I told the stockholders, my bosses, that I wanted to create the perfect mate for businessmen. A lady on the street, and a freak in the bed." 

Sarah sobbed and shook her head. "It's a lie." 

Devon shook his head. "No, that's the truth. I met the man who wrote that article. He has the same concerns you have. He stands to lose his job, millions of dollars, if he is found out. He needs a lady on the street, and a freak in his bed. Nothing else will satisfy him. Nothing else would satisfy you either Sarah." 

"Help me." Sarah begged sobbing. 

"I am." Devon answered. "I am." Then he surprised Sarah by standing slowly, with only reassuring and understanding expressions on his face. He held his arms out and Sarah fell into them gripping him tightly. She sobbed loudly and cried. She opened the floodgates and let it all out. Devon glanced at Jeannette, who took the hint and got dressed again. Sarah wept and cried, and just held on to Devon until his shirt was wet from her tears. When she lifted her head, finally able to slow the tears to a small trickle she looked up at him. "Why me?"

"It's who you are." Devon said. "This is part of who you were meant to be." 

Sarah sat down at Devon's gesture and Devon sat and made a second gesture. Jeannette fetched the Kleenex box and presented it to Sarah. 

They talked for the next several hours. Devon was comfortable with his appraisal of her when she finally left for the night. She would schedule some vacation in the morning, and come to the academy, and trust Devon to help her find someone to command her. 

Devon sat heavily in the chair, and Jeannette presented him with a glass dark with Whiskey. "Long night." 

"Yes Master, but she's ready now." 

Devon nodded. "Am I doing the right thing? Are we?" 

"Yes Master, she needs this." Jeannette said. 

"She needs faith, in herself, and in at least one other." Devon said as he considered. 

Jeannette nodded. "Yes Master. She knows what she wants, but is afraid to grab it." 

Devon sighed and sipped the drink. "When we get home, start talking to the slaves, make sure to keep her company during the day, and offer lots of support." 

"Yes Master. I'll speak to the slaves." Jeannette confirmed.

Devon rubbed his face, and then drained the glass. "We have so much work with her, so much to do." 

"You're concerned Master?" Jeannette asked. 

Devon nodded. "As was said by Cardinal De Retz. A Man, or Woman I suppose, who doesn't trust himself, will never really trust anybody. That is the core of the problem with Sarah, she doesn't trust herself, so she will resist following her instincts, and then will resist trusting her Master." 

Jeannette knelt and considered as well. "She's a tough one Master." Agreed Jeannette after a while.

"Yes. She is." Devon said sadly. "She is tough, but very brittle. We're going to have to be very careful with her, pushing hard, damned hard, and keeping her mentally off balance until she realizes she likes doing the slave bit in private. Then, then we'll have her and be able to form a more complete person." 

Jeannette remained silent as Devon continued to replay the conversation, the events in his head. Finally Devon looked at his watch and grimaced. "We have to leave for the airport in six hours Jeannette. Pack out bags, get them ready to go, leave out the traveling clothing for us." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she began to move. 

Devon sat and mulled the situation. He had a very long report to write, and a very difficult program to design. Three weeks, he would have three weeks to get Sarah trusting herself, and then trusting Master in general. Getting her to trust Victor would be more difficult, if there was some Chemistry between them. 

Devon set the alarms and then went to bed. His last conscious thought was a strange one. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 32



Part 32: Preparations for Graduation

Cardinal Wong, the Papal Nuncio to the United States, which read in diplomatic speak meant the Ambassador to the United States from the Vatican, looked up in surprise as two men entered his office. After greeting the one he knew, Bishop Jacoby, he was introduced to Father Francisco, and they sat to discuss something that Bishop Jacoby considered extremely important.

"Your Eminence, I believe that this report should be transmitted to Rome without delay, and that it should go by the Diplomatic Pouch, hand delivered if you will." Bishop Jacoby explained.

"This is hardly something I would need to attend to personally." The Cardinal said truthfully.

"I felt that you should be aware Your Eminence." 

The Cardinal shrugged and accepted the judgment of his subordinate. He took the leather folder and opened it. He began to read the memorandum inside.

Report of discussions with Deputy US Marshal Ken Blackburn, Witness Protection section of the Federal Marshal's Service.

For the last two weeks, I have been counseling Ken Blackburn, who sought me out to help him work through a difficult situation. The difficulty became overwhelming to Ken after he discovered that there was an informer of a criminal organization within the United States Marshall's service Witness Protection division.

Ken Blackburn was assigned a woman to protect nearly two years ago, and after six months, she ran. Jeannette Sessions of Atlanta Georgia (USA) was kidnapped, brainwashed, and sold into slavery by a group of unknown persons. During that time, she was subjected to what can only be considered barbarities of the most evil nature. After three years, the programming broke, and she was able to effect an escape. This escape resulted in the death of Dieter Weiss by self inflected gunshot wound. 

As may be recalled, Dieter Weiss was a multi national industrialist who had very powerful friends. As may be further recalled, the story of his death got very little press, and I believe we now know why.

Four months ago, Ken Blackburn was preparing to transition to a more supervisory role in the Witness Protection Program, and was giving his relief agent the cases currently assigned to Marshall Blackburn. Marshall Blackburn became aware that one of the "open/inactive" files which denotes a person who is entitled to protection, but not currently in protection required a normal annual update.

Marshall Blackburn was intending to pass it off on to the replacement, when he decided to do it himself. This burst of industriousness, led him to discover that the information in the stand alone computer had been changed, which meant that one of twelve US Marshall's, the only people with access to the computer, had changed it. The information was also changed in the NCIC, or National Crime Information Computer, and INTERPOL. 

The subject, Jeannette Sessions had a different picture, and the file numbers were changed to lead nowhere. The expiration date of the alerts was fast approaching, which meant that the information would soon be deleted through normal housekeeping methods. 

Marshall Blackburn began to investigate on his own, and through the use of Internet Café computers in and around Washington DC found that Jeannette was now in the public eye. Part of an academy of slavery in Connecticut. While she is using a different name, it is undoubtedly her.

Further, her contact in the organization that had kidnapped her and tortured her was known as Master Devon, and there is a Master Devon associated with this school near New York City.

Marshall Blackburn has further learned of the corporate protection that this Devon and Jeannette enjoy, including one of the more prestigious law firms in the nation representing them on civil and business matters.

Subsequent investigation of the matter led Marshall Blackburn to discover that Devon Jamison, who is listed as the lead trainer of the Vassal Academy, has the same fingerprint as a birth record listed under the name of David Edwards, who is shown as a runaway boy at the age of fourteen. 

The individual listed as Rebecca Adamson, is similar in training and technique to a woman listed as missing presumed dead in Toronto known as Renee Hutchinson. Renee Hutchinson was a ballet dancer, of some skill, but insufficient to be considered a lead ballerina. 

Similar discoveries by Marshall Blackburn has led him to believe that the US Department of Justice is aware, and unwilling to take any action on this. He believes that it is because the Justice Department is penetrated by this International Criminal Organization.

Marshall Blackburn further believes that this ICO considers Jeannette, Devon, and the rest to be absolutely vital to their plan, which Marshall Blackburn believes follows this path.

First, with the increase in banking scrutiny under the international hunt for terrorists, that the business of kidnapping and brainwashing people for slavery is becoming more difficult and less profitable. More people need to be bribed, and more money needs to be spent on security which results in a lower profit margin. 

Second, that the international moral state is such that this fantasy of slavery is more open, and accepted in society.

These factors combine to lead Marshall Blackburn to believe that the group is using Jeanette, Devon, and the rest of them to create a more profitable business using the techniques developed in the long history of the criminal enterprise.

Marshall Blackburn also believes that this is akin to "going legit" a song sung by Mafia people from time to time. 

Upon due consideration, Marshall Blackburn felt that it was not in Jeannette's nor his own best interest to establish contact. 

Marshall Blackburn also believes that Devon is hedging his bets on going legit. He has essentially appointed as his second in command a former Deputy Sheriff known as Ann Carter. 

It is believed that Ann Carter will assume command of the Academy in Connecticut when Devon leaves to set up additional facilities. 

This would be consistent with the idea that the Academy is a pilot program intending to bring the ICO into a more legitimate business model.

My discussions with Marshall Blackburn will probably continue, although he has decided to reduce or eliminate the investigation which has been done on the side. He states that it is difficult to find excuses to leave the office and travel to the area on business.

Respectfully submitted.

Father James Francisco, 

Society of Jesus

Cardinal Wong read the report twice before he set the pages down. He looked at the Monsignor first. "How much have you told him?"

"Nothing Eminence." 

Cardinal Wong nodded. "You have done well James, bringing this to our attention. I thank you, and will forward this report to Rome, by hand delivery only. I wouldn't want Marshall Blackburn's name to be discovered by the NSA who takes great and perverse pleasure in reading our email."

"Yes Your Eminence." 

After Father Francisco left Cardinal Wong looked at the report and said. "Praise God if this is true." 

"The other documents are supporting information, that I thought you would like to see as well Eminence." 

Cardinal Wong looked at them briefly. "Do not tell Father Francisco anything about the Vassal Group. I'm afraid that he would find it difficult to understand how it got started, don't you?"

"Yes Your Eminence." 

Cardinal Wong took up a sheet of paper at his desk and sat with a fountain pen. 

Renaldo,

Attached you'll find a report from a young man who has stumbled onto some very valuable information. While it is obviously not the position of the Church to encourage sin, this situation makes it a quandary for us. On one hand, the establishment of these Academies would serve the interests of neither God nor the Church. On the other hand however, it is obviously in our interest to see this abomination we inadvertently created ended.

Perhaps, with His guidance, we can finally see the end of the group inspired by Torquemada. 

Father Francisco is unaware of any reference to the Inquisitions, and I have instructed that he not be informed of them.

With your permission, I'd like to issue instructions through our Arch Diocese in New York to our Parish Priests in that area to take no notice of this Academy, and instead turn a blind eye to their activities.

Yours in Christ,

Ju

Cardinal Wong signed his name, and then put all the documents into a large manila envelope. He lit a candle, and dripped wax onto the flap. Then he pressed his signet ring into the wax sealing the envelope closed, and clearly showing that it was done personally by the Papal Nuncio. No one in the legation, or the Church would dare open the envelope, and as it was to be part of the diplomatic pouch carried by the courier then no one but the Cardinal assistant to the Pope himself would open it. 

So the error of the Church is about to be rectified, by the greed of men no less. How strange that the work of God now has the One True Church hoping for the success of an evil. God does work in mysterious ways, as is evidenced by this turn of events.

That the efforts of the Church to root out the evil of Islam in Spain would have inadvertently started this mess is regrettable, and would cause the Church unendurable shame if it was ever learned by the public. Those perverted Priests who have abused their position were bad enough, but this would be intolerable.

Torquermada worked to torture information out of his prisoners, torturing them to confess to various sins, and directly led to the deaths of more than two thousand poor souls. That his inquisitors would leave his employ, and start on their own to create this perversion was unforeseeable, and highly regrettable. 

God, I know you hear my prayers. Please clear the path for this Devon, Allow him to establish this evil in our midst. We mortals can fight this evil, but we must allow it to destroy a greater evil first. Please give those in Rome the guidance they need to serve You in this matter, and grant me the life to see the Vassal Group destroyed once and for all. 

Cardinal Wong handed the envelope to the courier, and said nothing more about the envelope. It would do no one any good to have it known that the Cardinal was more than a little concerned about that bunch of documents. 

In San Juan Puerto Rico, Carlos Menendez watched the rough cut video for the second time. He turned to the Maestro and asked. "Where is this Academy they speak of?"

"In The United States. Connecticut as I understand it." Maestro Cortez said. 

"Where did you get this video?" Carlos asked next.

"From a friend, in the lifestyle. If you wish to learn how to be the best Maestro, you can spend years with me, or weeks with them." 

"Maestro Cortez, you are the best Dominant in San Juan, are you as good as these people are?" 

Cortez took a look at the scene currently playing. A woman knelt before her husband, and began to suck his cock. "I am good, the best in all of Puerto Rico." He hesitated. "I believe I'm as good as they are, The advantage they have is the structure which allows them to focus on teaching, only on training their students and their slaves." 

Carlos recognized the bluster for what it was. Cortez was good, everyone in the local scene said so. Cortez was not at this level though. "Maestro, I'm certain you can teach me a great many things, and I'm just as certain that your knowledge, when added to theirs, would make a Dominant that others would strive to emulate." 

Cortez took the left handed compliment in stride. Menendez was not a man to be trifled with, he had too much money, and too much power for that. 

Menendez settled the matter by lifting his cell phone and tapping the buttons to get the call initiated. He spoke quickly when it was answered. "It's Carlos, book me a flight to New York, and find anything you can about the Vassal Academy. Get me a point of contact, I want to meet with someone from the academy right away." 

There was a pause and Carlos concluded the conversation. "I will speak to my Father before I go, just book the flight. I want to leave tomorrow." 

Carlos hung up the phone, and said. "The bonus scene again please."

Maestro Cortez tapped the computer keyboard and selected the right scene. The interviews with the stars of the movie took about fifteen minutes. In addition to the jocularity that seemed out of place in the film set, but totally human all the same, there were two interesting things. 

First, all of the actors sang praises for the Academy for helping to prepare them for the movie.

Second, they all mentioned Master Devon and they called him that. Master Devon. 

The grace, and behavior of the actors and actresses were astounding. Carlos shook his head in amazement. 

Three hours later, he was speaking to his Father at the family home. He'd already been to his apartment to pack. The conversation was somewhat heated, and Spanish is an excellent language for emotional discussions. "Father, I am not needed at work. All of the memo's from my office are dictated by Uncle Fernando. All of the work I'm assigned is always done by another, and I'm supposed to supervise." He waved a hand. "Bah. You know I have a window seat. I can show up and stare out the window for all I accomplish." 

"Carlo, you have to think this through, the police are done with you, yes, but this could blow up in your face. I might not be able to save you next time."

"Papa, I hurt that girl because I had no idea what I was doing. She ended up in hospital for a week because I was a fool. I will not make that mistake again. I will learn, and they are the best." 

"Let him go Father." Alejandro said. "If my brother wishes to learn how to be happy at the hands of this academy, then he should go." 

"Alejandro, you don't understand either." 

"Papa, he's a man. He's grown up in your shadow, and mine. He isn't you, and he isn't me. He isn't Uncle Fernando, and he isn't like Belicia, He must find his own path."

"If you go." Rafael Menendez said growling the threat. "Then your job will not be here when you return." 

Before Carlos could respond, Alejandro had leapt to his feet. "I am in charge of Operations, and I decide if he has a job, or not. You made me the Vice President, and the Vice Chairman of the Board Father. You have already given me the stock I need to secure my position. I owe you, but I will not turn him out like that." Alejandro turned to his brother and said. "You have a months leave of absence, if you need more time to chase this dream my Brother, then you need only ask me for it."

The conversation grew more heated and then settled down. Finally it was agreed that Carlos could go, and the job would be here when he got back. The family business would not throw him out, and it would not turn it's back on him. It was an empty threat. The shame in public of the business elite of the world knowing that there was one child who did not work for the family business was worse than the possible reaction of the world that Carlos had gone to the Academy to learn to be a proper Dominant man. 

Either way, Carlos would have a family, and a job to return to.

Dominique took the phone call the next afternoon. "Dominique speaking, may I help you?"

"Dominique? I understand you are the President of the Vassal Academy." 

"I am. How may I help you?"

"My name is Carlos Mendoza, I'm on a flight from Puerto Rico to New York right now, and I'd like to meet with you as soon as possible to discuss training." 

Dominique shrugged. "We can meet tomorrow if you like." 

"What are you doing this evening?" Carlos countered.

"I'm having dinner and then I'll be at the Club de Sade. I don't suppose you're a member are you?"

"No, I'm afraid not. Could I meet you there to discuss my desires?"

Pushy bastard. Or desperate, but either way, he's a potential client and that's the reason we're members of the clubs in the first place. "I can meet you there. Tell the doorman you're my guest, they'll be expecting you Mr. Mendoza." 

"Thank you Dominique, I'm sorry, I didn't get your last name." 

"It's Gavarro but no one uses it." Dominique said.

"Thank you Senora Gavarro, I'll see you tonight." 

Dominique set the phone down and then turned to her computer. She started to search the web for rich boys, for he sounded fairly young, from Puerto Rico. She found him almost instantly, and then she started to familiarize herself with his family, their business, and the gossip around him. Some of the pages were in Spanish, which was no challenge for her. 

Dominique was Spanish by very distant descent. She had been captured by the Vassal Group at the age of sixteen. They had an order for several young girls of Spanish descent, and she fit the bill. The group held onto her, when they discovered her above average intelligence, and instead turned her into a trainer. She was a very good trainer, and soon became a lead and in time, moved up to supervisory slots. 

Dominique did not spend any time, waste any time that is, considering her life to date. She was, where she was, doing what she was doing. How and why she came to be doing it was a waste of energy. If she had not been captured, she would either have spent her life in a sweatshop earning pennies an hour, or been a prostitute for a few dollars a trick. Such is the life of a Peruvian Refugee who is running from the Cartels because her Father didn't want to plant the right crops. Because he resisted the desires of the Cartels, he was murdered, and Dominique and her Mother had started running. Always heading north, always headed towards the United States. Where freedom and opportunity existed.

Dominique's Mother got ill as they crossed Mexico, and she never lived to see the border for the United States. 

A Coyote, who smuggled people across the border agreed to take her, if she would agree to work for his friend for two years. She agreed, and joined a group of young women who were headed north. Dominique's last view of freedom had been as she squatted in the back of the truck and watched the door close as they prepared to sneak across the border to the United States. 

Dominique considered the information before her, and wondered what his request would be. He had said training, but for whom? Certainly not the woman in the Hospital, and it was doubtful that he would have found another one so soon after this last episode. Not one who would be suitable for training. 

Dominique put the considerations on the back burner in her mind, and then moved on to looking over the initial production and distribution reports from Pleasure Products on the Academy line of toys. She compared each line to the estimate from the company, and the one from in house, and found the in house one closer, as expected. 

She typed a short report and attached it to the reports, and after encrypting it, sent it to the cut out in the Cayman Islands, and from there it was electronically transmitted to Switzerland, and from there? God alone knew. 

Dominique then decided she'd bled enough for the office today, and left for an appointment with her hairdresser. She had to look the part of the Mistress in command didn't she?

Dominique considered calling Devon to discuss this matter concerning Carlos Mendoza, but he was busy at the house. Frankly, he was up to his ears in work. He was overseeing both Ann and Diane, who were both so close to finishing. Then it was possible that Dominique hadn't found the right Carlos Mendoza, there were more than one after all.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 32



Dominique had some doubts about the trainers apprenticeship program when Devon had proposed it. The idea that you must have gone through the training yourself, and conquered it, before you could be a trainer was chiseled in the stone of Dominique's mind. However, from what she'd seen of Ann, and the reports on her performance, it would appear that the program was a success. 

At the Academy, dinner was ready as the Trainers sat to discuss the day's activities, and future plans. Devon began, as usual. "OK, Sarah's going to be here next week, and Dominique tells me that Theo should be ready to begin training in another couple weeks." 

"We're going to graduate Diane aren't we?" Thomas asked.

"Yes, she's about ready. When do you want to start?"

Thomas hesitated, and Rebecca filled the gap. "Devon, we have another problem with graduation."

"What problem?" Devon asked.

"How do you wear out Crystal?" Andre asked.

Devon blinked and said. "Shit." 

"Yeah. We were discussing it and we can't figure out how to do it. We'll kill her before she passed out from the activity." Thomas said.

Devon sighed. "Damn it, I was focused on the next one up, and not considering it as a standard for the others." 

"OK, so what do we do about it?" Ann asked.

Devon looked from one to another and said. "OK, let me hear what you all have thought up." 

"I have no idea." Andre admitted. 

"Beat's the shit out of me." Thomas admitted. 

"That's where we're stuck Devon, what can we do to Diane, that would both test her, and show she'd graduated that would also be a good test for the others?" Rebecca admitted. 

Devon poked at his food as he considered. His face started to show a scowl and he finally leaned back shaking his head. "I don't know either."

"OK, let's back up." Ann suggested. "The final tests are to wear her out, and make sure her training is so much a part of her that she doesn't give any sign she's not a slave at heart right?"

"Yeah." Thomas said distractedly.

"So test her." Ann said.

"What do you mean?" Devon asked.

"In school, you have final exams right?" Ann looked at them as she asked the obvious. "Test her." 

Devon blinked and then glanced at the others before saying. "You mean in each subject?"

"Yes. Ballet with all of us watching, taking notes on things she does well, and mistakes. Massage on you Devon, since you're the Lead, and Oral Arts, stations eleven and twelve for time." Ann said throwing her ideas out there.

"Arousal test against the clock, can she get ready in two minutes?" Andre offered. 

"So test her, but to a standard." Devon summarized. 

"Objections anyone?" Rebecca asked.

"Ann, I want the four of you to come up with the standards for a fully qualified slave. Let's keep it at a four-sensor probe for cunt training. Let's make that adjustable of course, individual ability should not make it impossible to pass." Devon said.

Ann nodded. "No one but Jeannette, and you all, can come on command yet. So instead of that, can we say, the ability to resist for ten minutes?" 

"Keeping them right on the edge, ready to go over, and judge her ability to resist until given permission." Andre said nodding his head. "I like it." 

"Instead of a Marathon, a gang bang, all of us, and her as the centerpiece." Thomas offered. 

Devon nodded. "We have some good ideas, Ann, you're in charge of coming up with the testing standards, and organizing all of our ideas into a series of tests. Plan on three days of tests, culminating in the new Marathon test." 

Ann nodded. "OK." She turned to the others. "Plan on spending some time in discussion gang, we're going to be busy planning our finals for the staff." 

After dinner, Devon found Ann waiting for him in his office. "Yes Ann?'

Ann seemed to be searching for the words. Finally she spit it out. "What do I have to do, to be tested, to get qualified." 

Devon walked to his cabinet, and poured a drink for himself, and one for Ann. He handed her a Brandy and sat in the other guest chair, closer to her, more informal than the desk would be. He took a sip of the Brandy and then said. "Ann, you realize that there is little more we can teach you, skill wise. Now, it's experience, learning to fully apply what you've learned to date."

"There are lots of things I haven't done yet." Ann pointed out.

 Devon shrugged. "You can't ripple, unless you've been training yourself for that." 

Ann shook her head. "No, but I can squeeze the Klegal muscle with no problem." 

Devon sipped again and said. "Your skills in Oral Arts are more than good enough to teach, same with Ballet. You can give, and receive a Massage without problems. You've got experience with a whip, both ends. You're knowledge of Bondage and the techniques is a little weak, but improving."

Ann grit her teeth. There were times when Devon could be infuriating. Ann knew he did it on purpose. He loved to torment people. He took a perverse and obvious pleasure in the discomfort of others. "Damn it Devon, you know what I'm asking." 

"Yes Ann. Anal. As I recall, I said I would allow you to veto it when, or if, we reached that point. So I haven't mentioned it." Devon said with a thin smile. "You don't need it to be considered fully qualified." 

"You know, there are times when you are infuriating." Ann said.

Devon smiled. "Joking aside." He shifted and leaned forward, signaling to Ann who knew his gestures, and his mannerisms that he was serious now. "Ann, you have reached the Golden Gate Bridge, It's about time for you to decide."

"Yeah, I know." Ann said with a tension in her voice. 

Devon nodded. "If it helps your decision, You will be considered fully qualified without it." 

Ann looked at him for a moment. "Mother told me I wasn't allowed to hate something until I'd tried it." 

Devon nodded his understanding. Ann felt she was ready to try it, and was asking without asking. He noted her sense of pride that prevented her from coming out and asking for it. If she had a personality flaw, it was this. She was unable to request things for herself easily. 

Devon suddenly started to blink rapidly, he'd just had a sudden insight into Ann. He was running his mind over their entire experience. Daily contact, for the entire day sometimes, for more than six months. A frown came over his face as he concentrated hard on the problem. He saw it now, and spent an uncomfortable minute checking his conclusions, and came to the answer, he saw Ann's one flaw more clearly now. 

"Devon?" Ann asked. She recognized his mannerisms well now. She knew he was thinking hard, he'd just had something click in his mind, and he was spinning it around and looking at it from every angle. 

"Ann, forgive me." Devon started. Then he stopped, and then started again. "I've just realized something important." 

"OK, what is that?" Ann asked. "Something about Sarah? Diane?" 

"No, you." Devon said softly. 

"Me?" Ann asked surprised. 

"Yes." Devon said. "I've just realized that you hate to do things for yourself, or I should say, have others do things for you." 

"What?" 

"Ann. You have no idea what it's like being the center of attention do you?" Devon asked.

"What?" Ann repeated.

Devon smiled. "This will take some time." He closed his eyes and considered. "A few days at least." 

"I don't understand." Ann admitted. 

"Forgive me Ann, but I've just figured out how to Graduate you, and it's something I think you need." Devon said. "I'll explain more later, please understand, this will take some time to arrange." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ann asked with an edge of anger to her voice.

"Ann, in six months, you've taken about all of four days off, and on one of those, you were working anyway, you went to New York." Devon explained.

"So? You don't take time off either." Ann said accusingly.

"All my friends are here. All my family is here too." Devon said. "You have friends, and family out there, right out there in the community." 

"We have work to do." Ann said simply. 

Devon nodded. "I know." He smiled disarmingly. "Please believe me when I say that I admire your dedication, and your determination." 

Ann interrupted him. "What the hell does any of this have to do with anal?" 

"Nothing, and everything." Devon said. "I have to get to work now Ann, preparing your Graduation. If you'll excuse me." He rose and walked to the desk. He picked up the phone handset and tapped one of the buttons on the phone. 

Ann watched him for a moment feeling very confused. She was about to ask, had practically asked Devon to take her ass, and now he was talking in riddles. She frowned and then got up and walked out feeling rejected, and a little hurt. She could hear Devon speaking on the phone. "Dominique, forgive me for interrupting your evening, but I need something from you." 

Ann listened, hoping something that would explain this would be forthcoming. Devon spoke again in a moment. "Do you remember the Ambrosia we had twenty years ago?" After a pause he said. "Do you think you could find the Recipe without too much difficulty?" 

Ann shook her head and wondered off towards the staff wing. Perhaps Rebecca would have some insight into this. Ambrosia? What the hell is that about.

"Ambrosia?" Rebecca asked in just as much confusion after listening to Ann.

Ann nodded. "What the hell is he up to now?" 

"I have no idea." Rebecca admitted. "I've never heard about an Ambrosia." Then she got a blank look on her face. She suddenly shook her head and then frowned. "You said he called Dominique?" 

"Yeah." Ann said watching her friend carefully for clues. "What the hell does he mean by Ambrosia?" 

Rebecca had a look on her face that Ann hadn't seen before. It was a strange mixture of sadness, and confusion. There was also a tinge of fear around her eyes unless Ann was very mistaken. "But whatever he's up to, you can bet it will work." Rebecca didn't sound as convincing as she usually did. 

Devon was done on the phone and in his office. He struggled to remember clearly the sequence of events that had shown him the effectiveness of the Ambrosia. 

After learning how to be a slave at the hands of Dominique, and learning the basics of being a trainer under her instruction, Devon had followed the normal procedures of the group, and been transferred to another farm to be finalized. 

This was to confirm that Dominique's estimate of his abilities was correct. It was also to expose the new trainer to another Lead, and give the trainer another example of how things were done. The second Trainer had been ancient, nearly seventy. Ivan had been in the group for half a century, and it was that farm, and that group that Devon had taken over when Ivan had passed away on the job. 

Devon had been shown the Ambrosia by Ivan, when they had a trainee who was allergic to the mind altering drugs of the day. Science had progressed in the twenty years since, and additional drugs were available today. If the trainee showed an aversion to, or allergic reaction to, one of the drugs, another was substituted. Twenty years ago, there weren't too many alternates that could be used. 

Ivan had taken the case over, and starved the woman for a day, no food, no water. Then given her food, with the Ambrosia. It was a Brandy, with almost two dozen ingredients mixed in slowly, carefully. Ivan had explained that it was an old recipe when he'd been Devon's age, almost out of use then. 

Devon had tasted, and felt the effects of the drink. It wasn't a mind-altering substance by strict definition. What it did was suppress the negative emotional responses, and make the drinker feel extremely positive about whatever what going on. It was in other words, a way to get someone very happily drunk. 

Never having a subject who was allergic to the drugs available over his experience, Devon hadn't used the Ambrosia, but hadn't forgotten it either. Ann needed something to become more complete as a Trainer, and that something could be given to her in a day, with the help of the Ambrosia. Ann needed to feel what it was like to be the center of attention. 

Dominique hung up her cell phone and returned to her conversation with Carlos Mendoza. She'd considered mentioning to Devon that this client could be a problem, but instead decided to address the issue with him when she was more familiar with Carlos. 

Ann returned to her own room, still confused and not sure what the hell was going on. She used the Internet to look up the definition of Ambrosia, and was not surprised that it meant what she remembered. It was considered to be the food of the gods, something with an especially delicious flavor. What the hell did that have to do with anything? 

As Ann lay down on her bed to get some sleep, she was struck with another thought. There were times when she wanted to choke the living shit out of Devon. She supposed that was a good sign, it meant she wasn't some boot licking lackey. An ass kisser wouldn't want to throttle the smug bastard from time to time would they?

The next morning, Ann and the rest of the trainers started to discuss the standards of the upcoming Graduation for Diane during Breakfast, and it was agreed that the subject matter experts would have the most sway in the test. For Ballet, it would be Rebecca obviously. For Arousal and Cunt Control, it would be Andre. For Oral Arts and Massage, it would be Thomas. The rest of the subjects were put on hold while two of the trainers went to teach classes. 

Dominique walked into the office looking well rested despite a night that was far too short on sleep. She didn't look at the documents on her desk before she dialed the number for Devon. 

Jeannette stuck her head into Devon's office and said. "Master, Mistress Dominique is on the phone for you." 

"Thank you Jeannette." Devon said. He lifted the handset and said. "That was fast boss, I figured it would take you a couple days to get the recipe." 

"It probably will. I'm going to send the request today, but that's not why I'm calling. Can you come to town today?"

"Today? Or tonight?" Devon asked.

"Today, as in this morning. We need to talk." Dominique said.

"Boss, I'm up to my ears right now. We're trying to graduate Diane, and Ann. We're trying to get Geneva up, she's got a serious issue with Oral Arts phase three delicacies. We have Crystal up to mid phase three." 

"Devon, we have a potential client, and one that could well be a problem." Dominique said. Then she described the problem. 

Devon frowned. "Boss." He began and then stopped. He inhaled deeply and considered. "How much do we know?" 

Dominique grit her teeth. "Not much, which is why I want you to get your ass down here and talk to him." 

Devon hesitated for a moment. He considered. "Boss, I'd like to bring someone, either Ann, or Rebecca." 

"Not Jeannette?" 

"No." Devon said firmly. "I want a second opinion, and they both have a good feel of how the slaves view things. They'll probably have some good suggestions too." 

"Bring them both." Dominique said and hung up.

Devon blinked and sighed. "I only wanted one of them." He shrugged and hung his own phone up. He considered for a moment. Then he stood and walked to the Trainers area and waved at Andre to follow him. 

"Yes Devon?" Andre asked as he joined the march across the central area. 

Devon said. "You are taking over Rebecca's class, and she and Ann are joining me in a trip to the city to see Dominique." 

"Right." Andre said. 

Rebecca looked up in surprise as Devon and Andre entered her class and quickly composed herself. "Slave kneel." 

Diane knelt and waited. Devon spoke. "Mistress Rebecca, we have been summoned to the presence of our dear leader Dominique, and Master Andre will be taking over the class with Diane." 

"Certainly Devon." Rebecca answered without hesitation.

As they walked from the class Devon said. "Get Ann, and get whatever you need to lunch in the city. We're meeting a potential client, and I'll fill you in on the way." 

"OK." Rebecca said turning towards the stairs. 

In Admin Devon said. "Jeannette, we've been called to the city to visit with Mistress Dominique, Master Andre will handle any unexpected problems, and I have my cell phone if you need to reach me. Don't hesitate to call me for anything." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

Devon entered his office and checked the email that had arrived. He opened the attachments and began to print them out. Ann walked into his office with Rebecca, both holding bags in their hands and looking somewhat confused. 

Devon took the sheets from the printer and said. "Dominique has summoned me, and I requested one of you two, as your opinions in the matter would be valuable. She instructed me to bring both of you to the meeting." 

"What the hell is going on?" Ann asked no more enlightened than she was a moment before.

"I'll explain on the train. Come on ladies, we have a train to catch, and a meeting with a potential client." Devon said as he walked around the desk and headed for the Kitchen.

Geneva was joking with Josh when the Masters entered, and she stopped immediately and looked as if she'd been caught doing something wrong. Devon stopped and looked at her for a moment. He turned to Josh. "How is your room downstairs Josh?"

"It's fine Master Devon. Chef said I should get a TV or a stereo or something for it. He said it's a little Spartan for a cook." 

Devon nodded. "I agree, and I'll go half way on that with you. I'll pay half is what I mean." 

"Thank you Master." Josh said uncomfortably.

Devon glanced at Geneva before continuing. "I wanted to mention to you, that the offer I made before, about your status as a guest and now as an employee means that you can have visitors, and invite other members of the staff to join you Josh." 

Josh swallowed hard as he understood what was being said. "Uh." He stammered for a moment. "Thank you Master." 

He turned to Geneva. "I'm on my way out. Please let Jeannette know that Josh is the equal to a level three slave, he may enjoy the company of the house slaves as equals, providing that the slave in question is not on restriction." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said smiling. 

"Geneva, he's not a Master, and can not command the slaves. Make sure Jeannette knows that." Devon said. 

"Yes Master."

Josh looked embarrassed as he glanced at Rebecca and Ann. Devon turned and headed out the door with Ann and Rebecca grinning at his back. 

Geneva waited until they were out the door before she started giggling. "I guess you're really part of the family now huh?"

Josh sighed. "Why do I feel like a teenager who was caught making out and my Father told me to make sure I had protection?" 

Geneva giggled again and turned towards the door that the Masters had entered the Kitchen by. "I have to give Jeannette a message, I'll be back in a minute."

"Josh's room is liable to be very important in a short while." Devon said. "It's a place away from us, where the slaves are equal, and with his soon to be procured TV and Stereo, it will be a party room from time to time." He turned onto the Highway and headed for the train station as he explained. 

"So they can get away from it all, while hanging out with Josh?" Ann asked.

Devon nodded. "I'm also thinking about giving them a day off now and then, but that's later." 

"So other than Josh getting laid, I presume there was something for us?" Rebecca said with a small note of annoyance in her tone.

Devon nodded. "There is." Then he filled them in on the conversation with Dominique. 

"Shit." Ann summarized. 

"Yeah." Rebecca agreed. "Shit." 

Devon chuckled. "Yeah. That just about covers it."

They boarded the train and started to town. Devon read the papers he'd printed out and then passed them on. Ann finished first and stared out the window. "So the question is, when he beat the woman that badly, was it a mistake, and he's trying to learn, or was it his true nature coming out, and he wants more of it?" 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 32



Devon nodded. Rebecca finished her last sheet and looked at Ann and then turned to Devon. "He wants to be trained as a Dominant, and we're debating what?" 

Devon looked at her for a moment and said. "How will the staff react?" 

"Can we protect the girls from him? If it's his true nature?" Ann expounded.

 Rebecca shrugged. "Safeword." 

"What about it?" Devon asked.

 Ann turned to Rebecca and said. "Not bad, if you're headed where I think you are." 

"Devon, give our girls a safeword, for use on trainee Dominants. If he starts to go too far, or they think there is something, anything wrong. Safeword, and then we discuss it with him, and them." Rebecca said. 

Ann nodded. "If he doesn't stop at Safeword, he's out in a flash. We'll have to back them on that." 

Rebecca nodded and turned back to Ann. "Of course, we'll have to side with the slaves anyway. Even if they mistakenly misread the situation, tell them to error on the side of caution." 

Devon's eyes glazed over as he considered. "Now you know why I wanted one, or both of you along." 

Ann shrugged and continued discussing specifics with Rebecca. 

Devon smiled and leaned back. He listened and offered comments from time to time, but right now, his guidance was not really needed. They were doing what he expected them to do. It was their nature to identify problems, and avoid them. While neither of them were up to the Machiavellian standard that he was, they were both very good. 

Devon didn't let on that the idea of a safeword for the staff when training Dominants was one he'd had months ago. Instead, he let them find the answer, obvious as it was, to let them feel like they had accomplished something, and give them confidence in solving future problems, without him.

They were still discussing ideas as they arrived at Dominique's office, and were shown in. Dominique greeted them and then sent out for sandwiches to have a working lunch. "OK, before Carlos arrives, what are you all thinking about this?"

"We're thinking we need to give the staff Safewords." Devon began. Then he summarized the discussions from the train and watched Dominique for a reaction.

"OK, so it gives them a level of protection should the novice Dominant get too carried away." Dominique said.

"Yeah. I think with that in place, and the understanding that we'd side with the Slaves should a question arise, that we can train the serious student Dominants." Ann agreed.

Dominique nodded. "That brings us to this situation, is Carlos a serious student?" 

"Or is he a Sadist who is out of control, or is he merely abusive and believes himself to be Dominant?" Rebecca agreed.

Dominique nodded her understanding. "That is the question Rebecca, that is the question indeed." 

"Your opinion Boss?" Devon asked. 

Dominique shrugged. "His story seems plausible, but I'm not the one training him, should we agree to do so. You all are." 

Devon nodded. She wanted their opinions of him, to check it with her own probably.

They discussed the evolving Graduation issue with the slaves, creating a standard that should be met by the students, high enough for the accomplishment, but reachable. 

"Cunt training?" Dominique asked. "The six sensor probe is the end of the line." 

"Yes, but it is only achievable by one in five students. Even back in the old days, we didn't hold that one as a requirement." Devon pointed out. 

"So what is the requirement for that?" Dominique asked.

"So far, we can't agree on one." Rebecca admitted. "We think that the ability to squeeze the muscles is paramount, but at what level? Some people just don't have the coordination to ripple the muscles properly." 

Dominique considered. "OK, I'll put my foot down here. Three sensor minimum." 

Devon indicated his acceptance with a slight bow to his head. The conversation moved along to the other subjects, and other training matters. Dominique asked about a couple items in the receipts that Devon had submitted for business expenses. 

They worked through lunch, discussing dozens of issues most of which would be considered minor points, but were important to the overall operations of the Academy, present, and future. 

The four were sitting and rose to greet Carlos Mendoza when he arrived. After the introductions were handled, Devon took one of the guest chairs, and Dominique kept her chair, while Rebecca and Ann took their place on a large leather couch. 

"Mr. Mendoza, allow me to begin by saying that Dominique has briefed us on the conversation you had with her, and we've read the reports of the incident you experienced." Devon said.

Carlos nodded. He reached into his pocket and said. "Forgive me, I should have done this earlier. I can't imagine anything more important than this meeting." He then made a big show of turning his cellular phone off. "Now, as to the incident you mentioned. I'm not sure where I should begin."

"The beginning." Ann offered. 

Carlos smiled easily. "Very well. Not quite a year ago, I met a woman, and she was intoxicating. Full of life, and very erotic. I had a image of the bondage scene, and quickly realized with her that I had no clue what it was about." Carlos shrugged. "Ignorance is not something I'm accustomed to. But I did as she directed, and suggested. Then about three months ago, she announced she was leaving me. I was boring, and I wasn't meeting her needs." 

Devon nodded. "She was topping from the bottom. She was far more advanced than you were, and was waiting for you to catch up. She didn't wait long." 

"No she didn't." Carlos agreed. "I don't blame her, I blamed myself. I read some stories, watched a couple movies, and began again. I began again badly." 

"We can save your description of the event itself. What have you done since?" Dominique asked. 

Carlos shifted. "I paid her medical bills, and arranged a payment to her through my attorney. It was very complicated as you can imagine, with lawyers, police, and even family involved, but I did what I could for her. I apologized in writing and while I wasn't happy with everything in the letter, I was satisfied she'd understand it was all I could do." 

"The news report said she was in the hospital for almost a week." Ann said.

"Yes. I had hurt her very badly." Carlos said. He tightened his lips and then forced himself to relax. "I am not accustomed to being so over my head. I don't like it, and I won't accept it in myself."

"So you're here for the sake of pride?" Ann asked next. 

Carlos looked at her and shook his head. "I went to University in Barcelona. I have studied with some of the best in the world. My family considers me useless, and has given me a job in the family business where I can't screw things up." He shrugged and held his hands up helplessly. "I'm the third child, and as such, I'll never be given a position of importance in the company." 

"So you want to feel important?" Rebecca asked next.

He shook his head. "I want to feel what I did with Carmen. I want to feel alive. I want to have my mate kneeling before me, accepting me for who, and what I am. I want to feel as though I've earned that level of respect, of love?" 

"What mistakes did you make on the night of the incident? What lessons were learned at what we'll agree was too high of a cost?" Devon asked.

"I was drinking, and as such, was not in control of myself. If I am not in control of myself, I can't be in control of the situation." Carlos said.

"Anything else?" Ann asked.

Carlos looked right at her and said. "I had no idea what I was doing. I was for all intents and purposes, the same as a child with a gun, ignorant of its dangers, and utterly unaware the danger I was putting others in. I want to play with others, but I want to do so with a great deal more knowledge than I have now." 

"Mr. Mendoza, we'd like to take a few minutes and discuss this amongst ourselves. If you'll excuse us for a few minutes? Perhaps get yourself a cup of coffee?" Dominique invited as politely as possible. 

As Carlos headed for the door Rebecca stood and escorted him politely. She closed the door behind him and turned and took his chair. "OK, I've got no real issues with him. Ann?" 

Ann shook her head. "No, he's a stiff upper lip guy, but he is upset about hurting her, and determined not to make the mistake again." 

"How about the slaves?" Devon asked suspecting the answer.

"We give them the safeword, tell them to use it the moment they feel any hesitation, and remember he's far less experienced than they are." Rebecca said. "They'll go for it."

"They know we run a school, and we're there to teach." Ann agreed.

"So you don't foresee any problems?" Dominique asked.

"Sure there will be problems." Ann countered. "Of course there will be. However, the basic safety should satisfy the slaves, and we'll know if he genuine in his desire to learn, and understand the life better in very short order. If he isn't, we'll throw his ass out the door." 

Devon had been silent. "It leaves some questions to be addressed, like when do we let him sample the slaves? Do we give him authority to call them to his room?" 

"Figures, leave it to Devon to worry about the guy getting laid." Ann said chuckling.

"Let's deal with that in a day or two, after we get a feel on the type of person he is." Rebecca countered. 

"Second question." Ann offered. "Sarah will be coming next week, is there a problem with Sarah and Carlos being at the Academy together?"

Devon raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "No, they're both students." 

"She's terrified of being identified." Ann pointed out.

"I know." Devon agreed. "But she'll look like the slaves. No make up, no hair done up. She won't look like she has in photographs, so recognizing her will be unlikely." 

"Devon, call Sarah and tell her that we wished to let her know there will be other students at the Academy, and that our research has shown that she is not associated with any of them, and we consider it highly unlikely that any would recognize her." Dominique settled that issue. "If she wants names, then give her one or two." 

Devon nodded. "No problem Boss." 

"So we train Carlos?" Ann asked to insure they were all on the same sheet of music.

"Yes." Dominique said. "Let's get some of his money."

Everyone chuckled. Ann stood and walked to the door and then out of it. She returned in a minute with Carlos in tow. "Mr. Mendoza, we've discussed your request and our ability to meet your needs." Dominique began.

"I hope the decision was favorable." Carlos said easily.

"It is." Devon confirmed. "You said that you're available immediately, is that correct?"

"Yes." Carlos confirmed. "Thank you for agreeing to train me." 

Devon gave instructions on how to reach the Academy and said. "Please come up tomorrow, and we'll be ready to begin your training." 

A few more details were worked out and Carlos handed over the all-important blue rectangle of paper with the agreed upon fee written in the box. 

Carlos left shortly after getting the instructions on how to arrive at the Academy, and what would be expected of him. 

Rebecca yawned and stretched on the couch next to Ann. "Devon, please tell me we're not going clubbing tonight." 

"Nope." Devon said. "We're going home. We have to prepare the staff for Carlos, and we have to plan his first day or two of training."

"How do you want to begin?" Ann asked as she stood up.

"Test him." Devon said. "Let's find out if he's alert, and attentive enough to read the subtleties of our girls. That should tell us what we have to work with. Is he potentially an artist? Or is he a ham handed paint slopping fool?" 

On the train ride back home, they discussed the potential training ideas, and when they arrived back at the Academy the discussions were in full swing. 

Soon dinner was full of ideas, as the Trainers ate and considered. After Dinner, Devon reluctantly agreed to a staff meeting. After gathering the slaves in the conference room, and ushering them into chairs at the table Devon took his place. 

After describing the situation, Devon looked carefully at the slaves, and then looked at Ann. Ann took the cue without comment. "OK, so you know the situation, he's made a mistake before, or what he says is a mistake. You are to understand this, we want you to use the safeword if you feel any reason to. You are helping us, to train him. Don't for a second let him hurt you, or progress if he's not doing something right." 

"If you resist the safeword, you're not helping him." Devon said. "You're not stopping a bad habit he has, and you are not serving us." Devon looked significantly at Jeannette as he said this. She had refused to use the safeword, and would be most reluctant to use it in the future.

"Mistress?" Geneva asked. 

"Yes Geneva." Ann replied.

"Mistress, are we teaching him to be a trainer? Or are we teaching him to be a Master?" 

Ann smiled. Saying a silent prayer of thanks to Geneva for understanding and asking for clarification. "We're teaching him the art of Domination. Not to be a trainer here, or anywhere like here, but to be a Dominant with whatever submissive's he finds later." 

"OK." Geneva said. 

"Girls, this is a first, and I know it's unclear right now. That's fine, because we've never done this either." Devon interjected. "We'll be firming up the plan as we go along, planning out his training, like we do with others, and you all." 

"Devon, if I may?" Rebecca asked. She stood at his nod and walked around the table to face the slaves more directly. "Listen to me. He believes he's a dominant at heart. I've met him, I think so too. He's ignorant of what you all are like, and what you all need. He doesn't know what a Dominant is supposed to do. His first submissive was very experienced, and topped from the bottom, told him what to do." She got nods of understanding. "This makes our job difficult, because it created an image for him, that the lifestyle isn't really like. We have to unlearn that in him, and then create the foundation of a solid dominant so he can begin again. He can then go forward, with a better understanding of his responsibilities, and his duty as a dominant." 

"Use the safeword, freely if you will, so you can help us, help him become a better dominant." Devon concluded. 

The meeting broke up and Devon retired upstairs to think. 

In the morning, he had instructions for Jeannette, and he woke early to stop her from getting her secretary cloths on. He told her to get into a slave dress, and then do everything else like normal, no make up or underwear though. 

Jeannette obeyed, and spent the time she would have getting her hair and make up done getting briefed on what Master expected from her. It would be difficult, and would require a great deal of effort on her behalf, but she would obey, because it was Master's wish. 

Devon went to breakfast, and Ann giggled at the image Devon described for Carlo's first test. "Devon, you are truly a manipulative bastard you know that?" 

Devon smiled. "I presume that means you believe this test will be instructive, and entertaining?"

Ann shook her head and stood up. "Devon, I'm going to work now. Diane is with me this morning in Massage." She stopped at the door. "Andre, you're not busy, would you care to join me?" 

"Certainly Ann." Andre said and stood to follow her. They would coach Diane to bring more delicacy out of her in the art of Massage. 

Devon went to the office and saw Jeannette had all the morning start up completed. He sat at his desk and started his routine. 

"Master Devon?" Jeannette said an hour and a half later. "The gate called, Carlos Mendoza is on his way in now." 

"Excellent Jeannette, just as we discussed." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette confirmed. 

Carlos stepped from the cab and moved automatically towards the trunk where his luggage had made the trip from the train station. He watched as the cabby opened the trunk and then turned to find two women who were both wearing matching linen dresses. They barely covered the women, and were nearly transparent. Almost lost was the collars worn by the ladies. One was a bright red with a gold tag dangling, the other a bright blue. Carlos blinked at the women and his stunned state was mirrored by the cab driver. 

"Greetings Mr. Mendoza, I'm Jeannette, and this is Diane." A third woman came hustling down the steps. "If you'll come with me, they'll see to your luggage sir." 

Carlos followed Jeannette and glanced over his shoulder. The second woman was grabbing some of the luggage as well. They first organized the bags on the curb and then Carlos realized belatedly that he hadn't paid the cab driver yet. Turning back he said. "One moment, the driver." 

After seeing to the cab driver, he turned and found Jeannette near the top of the stairs, and was fascinated to see her clean shaven pussy from below. Jeannette, slave of lore and legend, was right at the top of the stairs, clearly visible beneath the hem of the shift/dress thing was a clean-shaven pussy. He smiled in anticipation and nearly licked his lips.

Jeannette on the other hand, had a knowing smile as he approached and said. "If you'll follow me sir, I'll take you to Master Devon."

She knows I was looking, and she's smiling, and happy that I was looking at her sex. She saw my smile, and she liked that I liked what I was looking at. What an astounding woman. What a truly astounding place this is. Strippers pretend to enjoy your eyes upon them, but Jeannette apparently truly enjoys my gaze upon her. 

After shaking Devon's hand, he sat in the guest chair and was walked through the documents. In the space for "Safeword" the word Orange was already entered. "Orange is to be my safeword?"

"No, that's the word the staff will use with you." Devon said. "If one of the slaves uses that word, you are to stop whatever you're doing right then, and then listen to the slave, or get one of the trainers to discuss the situation with you. It will be used whenever we think you have started on a path which is not conductive to a safe, and sustainable future in this lifestyle." 

"So Jeannette will be teaching me?" Carlos asked glancing again at the nearly nude, and extremely lovely Jeannette.

"She's one of those who will be working with you." Devon said. "We'll all be teaching you." 

Carlos nodded and put his signature on the line provided, and then returned the documents to Devon. 

"OK, Diane and Geneva are putting your clothing away now, if you'd like to check on that, or freshen up for a moment, Jeannette will take you on a tour when you're ready." Devon said.

"I think I'm ready for the tour." Carlos said.

Jeannette stood gracefully and said. "If you'll come with me Master, I'll show you around."

Carlos followed Jeannette to the central area, and across to the hallway on this level. He glanced in at each room as Jeannette described what kind of training went on in each classroom. As they approached the stairs Jeannette said. "Downstairs is the Dungeon, and we'll be taking you down there from time to time. Upstairs is the sleeping and sleep training. Come on Dude, let's check out the sleeping wing."

Carlos almost missed it. Dude? It had been Master when they left the office, and "Sir" when they'd gotten to Massage. Now it was Dude?

He posture also started to change subtly. If he had to attach a word to her behavior now, it would be insolent. 

"So these are the sleeping rooms for the slave trainee's." Jeannette waved as she strolled by the rooms. "Nothing much to see here." 

He glanced in at the rooms as he passed by. A futon and a chain was the only adornment he could see as she breezed down the hallway. 

"Ok back to the central area. That's the kitchen, Josh and Crystal are probably in there listening to music. Probably not doing anything else, since Josh is like totally gay. If you want to suck a cock, he'll probably let you." Jeannette strode into the office area. "The trainer are in there." She pointed. "And that brings us back to Master Devon." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 33



Part 33: Educating the Dominant, Testing the Slave.

Carlos sat at the dining room table and was introduced to Andre and Thomas. Then Devon began to brief the trainers. "OK, we had Crystal in the Kitchen this morning, and as usual, she had the music going." This was met with chuckles from the trainers. "Geneva is still hung up on applied deep throat. Thomas, I'm stepping in for her next class." 

"Right Devon, I've held off trying to distract her." Thomas admitted. "I know that approach works best with a trainer change. Should I cancel her class this afternoon and send her elsewhere? Perhaps to orgasm denial training?" 

Devon shook his head. "Thomas, I want to go ahead and have Geneva in Oral Arts this afternoon. We have Diane in Ballet three with Rebecca. Start to let her know she's ready to be tested, and give her a hint of what she'll be expected to do for Ballet finals." 

"Got it Devon." Rebecca said between hasty bites of food. 

"Suzanne is headed home again in the morning, and Theo is due in a few more days. I think Dominique is enjoying his attentions right now, and is hesitant to give him up for a month or two." 

Andre smiled. "Am I to gather that he's suitable endowed?" 

"I have no idea, but she keeps putting his training off, so I'm assuming she's enjoying his company." Devon admitted with a knowing grin. 

"Probably hung like a horse." Rebecca said as she reached for her glass. 

"Carlos, you'll be with me at first, and then we'll pass you on. We can't expect you to become a trainer in a couple weeks, or even a month. What we can do is teach you the subtleties of dominance, and submission, and understanding the roles of each. We can teach you to learn to read the submissive, and know when you're reaching the limit with them." Devon said. 

"To prevent another accident?" Carlos asked.

"That too, certainly." Devon said. "You'll watch some classes, and then discuss the classes with the trainers. To see what subtle tells the trainers look for." 

"Send him to Ballet." Ann offered. "If nothing else, it will do Diane good to be used as a teaching aide for Carlos." 

"Actually, I plan on using Carlos to help me get Geneva past her Deep throat issue on station ten." Devon said. "It will do them both good to have him there."

After lunch Devon sat on the edge of his desk. "This will only take a few minutes really." He shifted and said. "Forgive me Carlos, but I don't intend to insult your manhood here. What I am going to say is we can improve your performance as well." 

"My performance?" 

"Yes." Devon said. "I'd like to try and extend your sexual skills, to better understand the woman's anatomy, I presume your Hetero only by the way." 

"Yes." Carlos said uncomfortably. 

"Then I'd like to train you to last longer in sex, and teach you the woman's erogenous zones, it will make it easier to torment them." Devon said.

Carlos looked at Devon and obviously clenched his jaw for a moment. Then he forced the words from his mouth, it was obvious that he was straining to get the words past his tight jaw. "I've never had any complaints about my fucking." 

Devon nodded. "I'm sure you are quite adequate out there, perhaps even above average. Here, it is as if you went from High School to a Graduate student program, skipping the college as it were." Devon softened visibly. "Trust me in this my friend, we have much to teach, and you'll learn a great deal. Pride is something a Dominant must have, but he must not allow that pride to direct him towards foolish positions." 

Carlos was now openly glaring at Devon. As he opened his mouth to speak Devon interrupted him. "I read a book once, where the head of a New York investment house took a position that appeared to be sound and wise. In another day, it became apparent that financial position was not sound, nor wise. The man in question stayed the course, instead of admitting his error. He didn't want to look like a pussy if you get my point." 

Carlos continued glaring and again opened his mouth to speak. Devon again cut him off. "So instead of looking like a pussy for changing his mind so soon, in another two days, he looked like an ass for refusing to admit the truth and save his company, his investors money." Devon shrugged. "I'm sure you have a similar story from your work, where someone publicly took a position, one that looked good at the time, only to find it was absolutely wrong later." 

Carlos relented somewhat. "As a matter of fact, my Father. He invested money in a copper mine in Bolivia, and after a year's operations, production was well below what was expected, or even the minimum required to meet operating expenses. The quarterly stock reports demanded payment, at roughly a dollar and a half per share. With the million shares of stock we held, that came to a hefty sum of money. We had to pay of course, but instead of selling the stock, Dad held on to it for another six months. We had to pay that amount twice more before we abandoned it. It was a substantial loss for us all the way around." 

"Sometimes we make a decision, one that looks good, and sometimes we regret that decision later. I've made mistakes as well, and I'm not going to bore you with the details. The trick is to honestly admit that you might have made a mistake, and aren't perfect." Devon said.

Carlos nodded his head. "I am the student, you are the Master, is that it?" 

Devon shrugged. "I prefer teacher, or trainer. I'm here to take your natural gifts, and help you make the most of them." He stood and said. "Come on, I'll give you a demonstration of the symbiotic relationship that is a good Master/Slave example." 

Carlos followed him expecting to follow him to Ballet. Instead Devon stepped inside a dark room and flicked the lights on as he entered. He walked to a shelf and ran his eyes over the assorted dildo's and vibrators. He selected one and then turned and said. "This should do the trick." 

Carlos followed Devon to another room, where Jeannette had said Oral Arts were trained. Inside Thomas was teaching a woman who must be Geneva. Devon said. "Forgive the interruption Thomas, how is Geneva doing at station ten?" 

"Still having trouble Devon." Thomas admitted gesturing to the screen. 

Devon glanced at it and said. "Carlos is here to observe and learn Geneva, and I thought you might enjoy having him watch you." 

Geneva said. "Yes Master." 

"Carlos, Geneva is a rather unusual slave. She likes to be humiliated, degraded. But she also loves to serve." Devon said as he knelt behind and slightly to one side of Geneva. "She's having a little trouble with station ten. It requires a deep throat, and she's got the probe, but can't seem to adjust to this size." 

Geneva hung her head in apparent shame. "Master, I'm trying. I'll get it." 

"I know." Devon said softly. "I know you will, because you're a great slave." 

Geneva smiled slightly. Devon continued. "I'm going to help you, and we're all going to see you perform this today." 

Geneva looked at him in surprise and a little fear. "Master, I don't think I can." 

"I know you can." Devon said reaching out and stroking her head like a favored pet. "Now, start the station again, and I'm going to amuse myself with this." Devon held up the dildo.

It had a half dozen buttons on it. Two protrusions extended from the base, and inside the clear material was a number of small beads. Devon tapped one of the buttons and the beads started to rotate inside the shaft of the vibrator. Geneva's eyes locked on the dildo, and she licked her lips. She turned to the dildo hanging from the wall and began to suck it again. Thomas selected start over from the options on the screen, and Geneva started to follow the prompts.

Devon started to run his hands over her behind, his fingers finding her damp, and he started to talk, as though to Carlos, but Carlos immediately realized the conversation was for the benefit of Geneva. "You see, she's a performer. She loves to perform degrading and humiliating tasks. This kind of thing, well it's her dream. Devon rubbed his fingers together to show they were getting wet from Geneva's pussy. 

Carlos shifted to watch Devon better, and saw that Devon was stroking Geneva's pussy and ass almost lovingly. "I bet she dreams of this very action. A cock in her cunt, stretching her, filling her, and one down her throat as well. She's just a little afraid, and that fear is making the task of swallowing the dildo nearly impossible." 

Geneva squirmed a bit, a sure sign she was enjoying herself to Thomas, and Devon. Devon slid the shaft of the Vibrator into her pussy, and said. "See how happy she is to get it?" He then pressed other buttons and the extensions started to vibrate and hum noticeably. "This one rubs her clit viciously, and this one tickles her ass teasingly." 

Geneva pressed back towards the Dildo, her eyes still locked on the screen but half closed in passion. Her breathing had increased and her nipples were obviously growing erect. Devon continued speaking. "I bet this little slut would love nothing better than to have Master Andre's balls resting on her chin, with his shaft shoved down her throat until she about has it coming out her ass." 

Geneva shuddered in obvious desire and moaned. She was approaching the deep throat part, and wasn't thinking about it. Devon was watching the screen and when it reached the point, saw Geneva shift position slightly, to create the straight line, and then as she moved forward to where she normally gagged, Devon shoved the vibrator deep within her pussy. The probe near her ass tickled it unendurably, and the probe on her clit hit that pleasure button hard and relentlessly. 

Geneva sucked in air in surprise, and then swallowed without thinking, and found the dildo in her throat, and the green lights flashing on the screen. Before she could think, Devon wiggled the vibrator in her pussy and said. "Imagine it Carlos, a cock down her throat, another up her ass, and one stretching this sex hole of hers uncomfortably." 

Geneva came. She shuddered in pure pleasure, the stimulation on her clit more than she needed, and she came. She moaned around the dildo, and then slid back to breath. She took a breath through her nose, like a whale surfacing and then Devon shoved her forward with the Vibrator again, and she swallowed again. Again she stopped only when the rubber balls rested on her chin. Her lips firmly attached to the base of the plastic penis. The screen changed showing her what to do next. Geneva complied. She opened her mouth wide, which wasn't easy, and she slid her tongue out to lick the balls that were right there. Then she slid back in joy. "Task Complete." 

She turned glowing to look at Master Devon and said. "Thank you Master." 

"Thank you Geneva, I enjoyed it as well." Devon said with another gentle caress. "It's always a pleasure to watch you perform."

Geneva grinned sheepishly and hung her head slightly. 

"Thomas, show Geneva as a pass for station ten please." Devon said.

"Absolutely Devon, and congratulations Geneva." Thomas said grinning back at her. 

Geneva bit her lip and looked at Thomas as he walked to the training board near the door. He put a check mark next to Geneva's name, in the column for Station 10.

Carlos noticed something. Geneva looked at Thomas, and Devon, with respect, and love apparent on her face. She loved them. She actually loved what had just happened, and loved them for doing it to her. Carlos also noticed his trousers were getting a little tighter. Watching this performance was a huge turn on for him. To have such a woman, who would perform like this would have been the dream of men all over the world. To have a woman who would love to be humiliated would be such fun.

Devon he noticed was watching Carlos himself. He looked at Devon and saw something, a lesson was being taught, or would be taught soon. Carlos watched as Devon handed the vibrator to Geneva and said. "Clean this up, and as I recall, you're just about ready for your anal break in, is that right?" 

Geneva was licking the Vibrator clean now and stopped only to say. "Yes Master. Master Andre has me up to a level four, and said I'm ready for five, no problem."

Devon smiled and again caressed her hair, running his hand over her cheek and Carlos noticed that again, she leaned into the caress. "Attend me tonight slave, and we'll get you through that too." 

Carlos was shocked to see Geneva's face light up in joy. That was the only way to describe the reaction. Joy. Geneva was happy to be used anally? What power Devon had over these women. There were probably a hundred million men who would dream of such power, but only Devon, only the people here had that power.

Devon stood and said. "Carlos, come with me, and we'll talk about what you saw, and what you didn't." 

"Geneva, start on station eleven, we have some time left." Thomas instructed. 

Devon escorted Carlos out the back door and towards the dock. He smiled and waved at the Security guard, stopping to chat with the man in the shack for a few minutes before walking out on the narrow dock which was set up for boats, but none were there for now. Devon stopped and climbed up on the railing and sat on it. "What did you see Carlos?" 

"The power you have is great. The ability to give them such joy, while having your way with them is beyond imagination." 

Devon nodded. "That's the intoxicant part of the Dominant lifestyle." He nodded. "So if you had Geneva, you could probably imagine a thousand scenes with her, humiliating, degrading her, and having her begging for more right?"

"I'm sure I'm not alone in that category." Carlos said as he leaned back on the opposite rail. 

"No, and that's why Geneva is here, because all of those, all of those like yourself, who lust for the power without understanding the dangers involved would hurt, or kill her through ignorance." 

Carlos stiffened again. "What do you mean?"

"Where does that end? If you keep finding new degrading and humiliating experiences for her, where does it end?" Devon said.

Carlos said. "I don't know, I'm sure you could always think of new things for her." 

Devon nodded. "Sure, but where does that end up?" 

"I don't understand." Carlos answered honestly.

"She would end up dead, in the hospital, or in an asylum with Doctors working for years to put her mind back together." Devon said. "I presume that is not what you want."

"Certainly not." Carlos said. "Isn't that just the worst case scenario though? I mean, couldn't you enjoy the activity without harming her?" 

"Not and keep her happy." Devon said. "She's a junkie for the feelings of humiliation, and degradation. She gets a huge rush off of it. In order to get that same rush though, you have to up the scene, up the danger, or the humiliation. Eventually, and it wouldn't take long, you're in unsustainable activity. Activity that will harm her, physically, or mentally, or even kill her." 

Carlos pursed his lips and considered. "Carmen." 

Devon nodded. "I don't know, but I suspect she was a bit of a junkie too, wanting more and more, eventually she'll self destruct that way." 

"So how does one avoid that disastrous outcome?" 

Devon looked over the water and then said. "You mentioned great power. To a certain extent, that is true. With power, comes responsibility, and power must be tempered by wisdom. Is the proposed action good, not just for me, but for her?" 

Carlos nodded his understanding. They talked more, Devon walking him down the philosophical discussion, teaching him the responsibilities of being Dominant. 

Crystal looked out the window of the Kitchen and said. "I hadn't seen him before. He's kind of cute." 

Josh laughed. "I swear you have a half track mind." 

Crystal grinned at him. "Hey, I like to fuck. Get used to it." 

Josh returned to his dinner prep and Crystal to her chores. 

"Devon, how do you know that you're doing the right thing, for them, or yourself?" Carlos asked as they walked along the property near the water. 

"Use your intelligence, guided by your experience. When you leave here, that question will be easier to answer." 

Carlos stopped and again looked over the water. "I have more to learn than I imagined, don't I?"

"I've heard that the Dalai Lama said that when you know, what you don't know, then you've truly begun to understand." 

Carlos chuckled. "Do you answer every question with a riddle?" 

Devon shook his head. "Nope, only the ones that are best answered with a question that makes you think, so you understand better." 

"Any other brain twisting quotes I should consider this afternoon?" Carlos asked good-naturedly. 

Devon shook his head. "Quotes bandied about to demonstrate a classical education are points of pride, but useless. The right quote, used to inspire, at the right time, is priceless." 

Carlos sighed and continued watching the water. "I'd hoped for inspirational words about overcoming great obstacles and surmounting the highest peaks." 

"You don't need those words." Devon said. "You already have that desire, what you don't have is the knowledge of how to do so yet. You don't understand yourself, and you don't understand your place in this world. So you don't understand the slaves, and what they want or need." 

Carlos glanced at Devon. "My place in the world?" 

"You're the third child, youngest of your Father. Your Brother is the Senior Vice President and Vice Chairman of the Board as the senior son of the senior son of your Grandfather. Your Sister is Vice President of planning and administration. You're the Deputy Director of Operations, which as I understand it is right under, and directly run by your Uncle. You don't have a place in the world, not one you've staked out for yourself." 

Carlos looked out over the water again. "So what do I do?" 

"Find your place, your personal place in this world. You'll find that your work doesn't define you, it's going to be your play that you find your happiness in." Devon said.

"As a Master?" Carlos asked.

Devon nodded. "Yes, when I'm done with you. I have my work cut out for me though. I've got to destroy the building, strip it down to the foundation, and start over." 

Carlos chuckled and shook his head. "The arrogance of that statement is beyond belief." 

"Your image of Dominance and Submission is flawed." Devon said. "The building that is your life in the lifestyle is flawed by that mistaken view." He turned and looked at Carlos, and Carlos turned to look at him. "It's not about sex, it's about symbiosis, and about understanding." 

"I don't understand." Carlos admitted after a short while. 

"I know, but you will." Devon then described each slave, and their own needs, and the personality of each and how they were all different due to those individual traits. 

"Each one is so different, yet they are all the same?" Carlos asked confused.

Devon shook his head. "No more than a military unit is all the same. They are all soldiers, but they all have different gifts from God, gifts that I can't change, but may be able to apply to something constructive." 

"A religious man? In this lifestyle?" Carlos asked smirking.

"If by Religious you mean do I believe in God? Of course, only a fool would deny the existence of God. There are a billion different forms of life on this puny planet. It's precisely the right distance from the sun, and precisely rotating at the best rate to guarantee the existence of life. God put a toxic and corrosive gas on the planet, and then created the life to create it and use it." Devon said. "God does exist, and the very nature of the world, the very existence of nature screams that God does exist to us." 

"What religion are you?" Carlos asked still amused.

"None." Devon said. "Religions define themselves by excluding everyone who doesn't believe exactly as they do from God. I'm arrogant as you say, but only about things I can have influence over, or affect in some way. I have no authority, none what so ever, to affect your relationship with God, nor your admittance into whatever comes next." Devon shrugged. "If offered such authority, I wouldn't want it. God knows what he's doing, and he's given me these talents, and I will use them to the best of my ability to help people like you Carlos, to find your place in life, and find the happiness, the satisfaction in life, you lack right now." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 33



Carlos looked at Devon for a long time. Devon let a small touch of weariness in his voice. "Doing this is hard enough, I don't think I'm up to judging mankind." 

Carlos turned again and said. "I will strive to learn whatever you have to teach Devon." 

"That's all any trainer can ask, and all I will ever ask of you. That you try, you strive to reach the goal. In your case, it's simply going to be understanding that you need to reach. In Geneva's, the understanding is part of her training, but mostly, it's getting them to embrace the life they desire, truly embrace it."

"I do have a great deal to learn don't I?"

Devon nodded. "About yourself, and then about them." 

"And then?" 

"Then you'll be ready to leave. You'll know who you are, and what you want in life. Then you'll find someone to play with, perhaps more than one, and you'll find happiness in the lifestyle." Devon smiled. "I hope you'll find happiness in the lifestyle. No one can guarantee that you'll actually catch it, but I'll arm you to prepare you to capture that elusive feeling." 

Carlos turned with Devon towards the house. Grinning he asked. "Is it wrong to want to let them practice oral arts on me?" 

Devon chuckled. "No, it's not wrong. However, while they're curling your toes they're not learning as much as they do with the computer." 

"I suppose there is some testing though." Carlos mentioned.

"Liked the show huh?" Devon asked in return.

"Very much." Carlos admitted. "She's quite the showgirl I suppose is the term."

Devon nodded. "She would be a bad choice for you right now." He slowed his walk. "Give it a couple days, so you understand what you're getting into. Then I'll send someone to attend to your desires, and you'll be better prepared to truly enjoy their talents, and their skills." 

"How do you intend to increase my skills at sex?" Carlos asked next.

Devon chuckled again. "You did enjoy the show." 

Carlos sighed as they entered the house again. Crystal was grinning and bopping to the music as she cut vegetables for Chef. Carlos took a long look at the girl. She was so young, almost like a pixie, small, petit, and at the same time, almost vibrating with energy. "Who is that singing?"

"It's The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Master." Crystal said in mid bop. 

Carlos turned to Devon who had a smile on his face. "I should have recognized it." 

Devon shrugged. Carlos turned back to Crystal. "Thank you." Then he followed Devon out the door and shook his head. As he passed through the dining room, he stated in an amazed voice. "The band is called The Red Jumpsuit what?" 

"Apparatus." Devon said as they entered admin. 

"You know them?"

Devon shook his head. "Nope." 

"I didn't think I was old until then." Carlos said. "I'm not old. I'm only 26." Then he began swearing in rapid fire Spanish. 

Devon chuckled. Holding his hand up as he sat behind his desk. "Don't worry, that's the way it is. In another year some girl will be looking at Crystal like she's an old hag who listens to ancient music." 

Carlos grinned. "Is she really that energetic all the time?" 

Devon nodded. "She's a handful." Then he raised his voice. "Jeannette?" 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she entered the office.

"Is Master Andre in the Trainers Office?"

"No Master, I believe he's in the gym." Jeannette said. 

Devon nodded. "Please ask him to see me when he's able. No rush." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. She turned and went to deliver the message.

Devon punched up his email and quickly scanned it and then continued. "You know that Crystal is a very unique challenge. As a Natural Pain Converter, she wouldn't stop you until you killed her. If you were flogging her, she would keep begging for more. Her last breath would be to say more." 

Carlos shuddered in fear. "Devon, when I." He stopped and composed himself. "That's terrifying." 

"Especially given your recent history." Devon acknowledged. "Forgive me for saying this, but you are not, repeat not to take Crystal to your bed, and you are not to try and bind her." 

Carlos nodded. He looked the question if he didn't ask it. Devon complied. "Crystal is very loyal, and very dedicated, and very volatile. Like Nitro Glycerin. She must be handled with knowledge of what, and who she is. You may not ever forget what she is, and the danger she presents to herself, and you." 

Andre walked in the office with sweat shining his skin, and making his shirt hang from him. "Yes Devon?"

"Andre." Devon smiled and said. "I'll keep it brief, and let you get back to your workout. Crystal is looking a little too energetic." 

Andre nodded. "I noticed, and was going to ask if it's all right." 

Devon nodded one time significantly. 

Andre turned and walked out without another word. Carlos asked. "What's he going to do?"

"Beat her near to death with that baseball bat he calls a cock." Devon said casually. "He enjoys rough sex himself, and is experienced enough not to let things get out of hand." 

Carlos closed his mouth and sat for a moment. "You just got done telling me how delicate she is." 

Devon looked from the computer screen. "Follow Andre, he's probably on his way to the Kitchen now, just wonder in, as if you're getting a drink. If Andre's not there yet, wait." 

"If he's already been there?" 

"You'll know." 

Carlos wanted to ask a question, or fifty but instead got up and walked out. Devon was annoying as hell at times. This was one of those times. 

Carlos walked into the Kitchen where he found Crystal bopping along again. Chef was stirring something, and Josh was standing watching inside the oven through the glass. "Just wanted to get a soft drink." 

Crystal said. "Yes Master, they're in the fridge." She took a stack of plates towards the Master's dining room still bopping and singing along to the radio. "She's got a body like an hour glass and it's ticking like a clock." 

Crystal passed through the door and Carlos got himself a can of soda and popped the top. Josh said. "If you'd like a glass and some ice, we have both right here Master." 

"No thanks." Carlos said. He sipped the drink and found it was rather refreshing. He hadn't realized how thirsty he'd been. He would have to take care about that in the future. 

Crystal bopped in still singing to the song, and still synchronized to it. 

She started to collect the silverware for the master's dining room when Andre stepped into the kitchen. He glanced around and said. "Hey Chef, do I have time for a shower before dinner?" 

"Yes Andre. You could use mine, but then dinner would be late." 

Andre grinned knowingly. "Wouldn't want a late dinner would we?" Crystal went about her duties, still bopping, but the singing was now silent, her lips moved but she didn't make any noise. Andre watched her go out and then turned to Carlos and raised his eyebrows in silent question. Carlos mouthed the word "Devon" and Andre nodded. 

Crystal came back in and Andre held his hand out to stop her. She stopped and stood properly, waiting for his next command. Carlos watched as Andre stepped to her, he ran his fingers through her hair, and then grabbed a fist full of her hair. She gasped and leaned into it. Her eyes almost instantly dark, smoky from arousal. Her perky nipples seemed a little more perky, and her skin became flushed around her neck and up across her chest. "Slave, it's been a bit of time since you've attended me." 

"Yes Master." Crystal breathed. Andre released her hair, and ran his hand down across her shoulder, stopping to pinch one nipple savagely. Crystal gasped again and moaned at the same time. Her lips parted and she started to nearly pant in desire. 

"You will attend me tonight slave, and I'm going to warn you, I'm not feeling all that gentle tonight." Andre said as he licked his teeth.

"Yes Master." Crystal said in response. 

Carlos saw something else in Crystal. A hunger, a desire, burning deep within her. It was hot, a flame burning brightly. He remembered the stories of Lolita's, girls who were sexual animals, teasing older men, making them lustful. For the first time, he believed those stories. Crystal was a Lolita. She desired sex. Demanded sexual attention, and a great deal of it if Devon was to be believed. 

More than that, she needed it rough, almost violentl. Brutal would be the word that would be attached to it on websites. Carlos wondered back to Devon's office in a few minutes and sat down. "How did you know?" 

Devon leaned back. "Remember the image I created for Geneva?" 

"Two men screwing her? Yes." 

"Geneva would get off on the humiliation, the degradation factors involved. How they would be thinking of her, that is what would send her over the edge into bliss." Devon said. "Crystal would get off on the brutality. The being a piece of meat in a fuck sandwich. Big, brutal, and painful for her would be her version of bliss." 

"Which is why you prohibited me from taking her?" 

Devon shook his head. "No, you're too inexperienced to handle her. She would try and get more from you, more sex, more everything." Devon leaned back. "One night, at a party upstairs, the girls are allowed to party if they want to, with each other. Geneva and Jeannette were nearly exhausted sexually, it had been a good, and long party. They were laying on the bed nearly spent, when Crystal grabbed one of the Dildo's and began to pump it rapidly in and out of her own pussy." 

"She hadn't had the same number or whatever?" Carlos asked confused. 

"She had already come more than either Jeannette or Geneva. She won't stop on her own. When Andre is through with her tonight, he'll tie her up on the floor, and leave her there for the night. He'll probably torment her in some way, some painful bondage thrown in. He knows how to stop her and when. You don't, which is why I prohibited you from calling her." Devon explained. "She'll entice you to more, when that's the last thing she really needs." 

"A Lolita." Carlos said thoughtfully.

Devon shook his head. "No, more like a pure sexual animal. Right now, she's practically twitching in desire, and that's fine." 

"You said the slaves here are free, to come and go as they please. Would Crystal be just as free?" 

Devon nodded slowly. "She is just as free, but outside these walls, her Mother, and her Mother's power and influence would drag her out of the life, kicking and screaming, but drag her home to the life of a princess." 

Carlos was obviously thinking and Devon again demonstrated the insight that he had developed over a lifetime of reading people's minds. "You can ask her to join you, but she will say no. I have forbidden them to attend you until I give them permission, until we have a better feel for your personality."

"That wasn't what I was thinking." Carlos said easily. 

"No, you were thinking longer term. The idea of having a girl like Geneva, Crystal, Diane, especially Jeannette at your command is very tempting." Devon said. "None of them would say yes, and you don't want the problems that would follow Crystal." 

"I think she can be managed." Carlos objected.

"Oh she can, once you understand who she is." Devon said leaning back. "However, the reason she's safe here is because we don't care, and have enough power and influence of our own to blunt her Mother's. However, how would your family respond to a request from a major stockholder in Mackenzie Pharmaceuticals to return her Daughter?" 

"Crystal's Mother owns stock in that company?" Carlos asked. He read the Wall Street Journal, and knew of the business world fairly well.

"Her Mother is Charlotte Mackenzie, and tried to buy the Academy to prevent her Daughter from coming here. She called the police, and the state police, and stopped short of calling the press when we finally convinced her we would do as we pleased within the law." 

Carlos looked at Devon in a new light. "I'm surprised that she couldn't buy some interest in the Academy, you're a public company aren't you?" 

"Yes, we're a wholly owned subsidiary of Vassal Products Limited, which is a wholly owned subsidiary of another company out of the Cayman's, which is a wholly owned subsidiary out of Switzerland, which is owned by I don't know, nor care, who." Devon said as he leaned forward. 

Carlos smiled disarmingly. "Devon, I'm curious, and exploring possibilities, not trying to buy, nor influence you. I'm looking at my future and seeing options I haven't considered before. For example, an academy like this in Puerto Rico or perhaps Buenos Aries." 

Devon shook his head. "An academy like this would have to be set up by us. The next location would be Miami, but that is at least two years down the road." 

"So someone couldn't open a Franchise?" Carlos offered.

Devon shook his head. Carlos smiled warmly. "Do you think it's fair to keep all these secrets to yourself?"

Devon leaned back and studied Carlos for a moment before replying. "You're trying to get a rise out of me, why?" 

Carlos shrugged. "I'm curious, are you as controlled as you seem to be?" 

"Are we unwilling to violate our rules?" Devon smiled. He raised his wrist. Touching the button he spoke into the radio watch. "Jeannette?" 

"Yes Master." Jeannette's voice came from the radio. 

"Jeannette, remind all slaves that Master Carlos is absolutely off limits until I, and only I, say otherwise." Devon said looking at Carlos.

"Yes Master." 

Devon lowered his wrist. "Would you like some cash to go and attempt to bribe them? How about a hundred thousand dollars?"

Carlos was steaming slightly and felt the prick of humiliation in his chest. "You shouldn't have done that." 

"Carlos, put your pride away. Pack it away, and leave it packed until after you leave here. We act superior, because we are specially trained, and experienced in this lifestyle." Devon said.

Carlos took a deep breath and leaned back. Before he could speak Devon said. "I'm given to understand, from my experiences with Dominique among others, that the Latin temperament is one of passion, and of pride." 

Before Carlos could answer Devon rose and poured two small drinks from his cupboard and handed one to Carlos. "I understand. For the first time in many years, perhaps as many as ten, you're in a position where your familial influence doesn't grant you liberties that you've come to expect." 

Carlos sipped the drink and stared at Devon. "You mentioned pride. Perhaps that is why I'm pushing." 

Devon nodded. "I have a surfeit of my own pride." Devon sat next to Carlos and said. "I'm also at least as stubborn as you are, and like you, answer to superiors who are essentially family." 

"Devon, this isn't what I expected." Carlos began.

Devon nodded understandingly. "You expected to see us whipping and flogging the girls. There will be some of that, sure." Devon leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Before we do that, we need to know, and you need to know who you are, and what you're looking for." 

"You've said that before." Carlos objected.

Devon smiled disarmingly. "Carlos my friend. Give me three days, and you'll see a side of yourself you never knew existed. You'll take the knowledge you've gained in that time, and apply it to a situation, and you'll understand more about the slaves, and yourself. Then you'll be ready to bed one of them." 

"It's not that." Carlos objected. Even as he did so, he knew that was it. He didn't like the idea of celibacy, and he didn't like that Devon had ordered it publicly, and personally. 

Devon smiled. "Yes it is. You're a man who's accustomed to getting the women. You're rakishly handsome, you've got the broad shoulders that go with your sports efforts in college. What did you play?"

"Soccer and Racquetball." Carlos answered.

Devon nodded. "You're energetic, and very Macho." 

"Devon." Carlos began.

Devon held up a hand. "You're used to getting the women, because you're a rich, and powerful man, despite the fact that you're not as rich, nor powerful as your brother. You're handsome, and stylish."

Carlos looked at Devon. "You're gay?"

"Bi." Devon answered. "I love to make love. That doesn't apply to this. I'm just trying to let you know that I understand you're fighting me on this." Devon smiled disarmingly. "You're like a horse who's never known the bridle or the saddle. You're fighting them." 

"Now I'm a horse?" Carlos said with a thin smile.

Devon nodded. "I like Analogy, providing they're reasonably accurate and paint a decent picture." 

"Carlos, I was once just like you, sitting in that very chair. I called him a dozen names. I called him a true Bastard more than once." Ann said from the doorway. "I thought that it was all bullshit, and he couldn't teach me anything. I was wrong. He showed me that I was wrong, and now I've learned a great deal, and still have so much more to learn." 

Carlos turned to her and inhaled deeply before replying. "Perhaps I am chaffing under the bridle." 

Ann walked to the couch and sat down. She hadn't seen a signal from Devon to walk away, so she stayed. "Carlos, what we're doing is taking time, to learn about you, and have you learn about us before we give the girls the go ahead to start fucking you on command." 

Carlos glared at Ann for a moment and said. "This is humiliating."

"Carlos." Devon began. "What is the purpose of the Master Slave relationship?" 

Carlos was thrown off by the apparently simple question. "It's about...Well, it's about." He hesitated and then looked confused for a moment. 

"Is it about sex? Just fucking? Is that all there is to this life? Fucking?" Devon asked.

"No, there's more, I've seen that here of course.' Carlos said. "But it's about power, control." 

"Can you ever really control another? Can I force Jeannette to do something?" Devon raised his wrist. "Jeannette come to my office now." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said through the speaker.

"Carlos, we have hard limits here, things the slaves know they may not do under any circumstances. Let's see how much power I have." Devon said.

Jeannette arrived a few seconds later, just short of jogging into the office. "Yes Master?" 

"Jeannette, I want to piss all over you, come with me." 

"Master, that is forbidden." Jeannette said as she knelt instead of moving to follow Devon.

"I've given you an order slave, you will obey." Devon said in his most commanding tone.

"Master, I may not." Jeannette said as she firmly knelt on the ground.

"Stay here, remain silent, and move not a single muscle slave." Devon said. "Carlos come with me." 

They walked to the training wing where Geneva was working to polish the brass. Devon waved to her and opened the door to the bathroom. "Geneva get in here." 

She came in and looked surprised as she took in Mistress Ann, Carlos, and Devon. "Yes Master?"

"Kneel there, I want to piss on you." Devon said.

"Master, that is forbidden." Geneva protested. 

"I've ordered it." Devon said.

"Master, the hard limits, it's forbidden." Geneva said obviously frightened. "I can't." 

"Slave, if you don't obey I'll punish you." Devon said in a voice which was just short of a shouted command.

Geneva looked with tears in her eyes to Mistress Ann. "Mistress, the hard limits, I may not. You'll throw me out. Please." Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she was torn between obedience to Master, and obedience to the commandments.

"He gave you an order Geneva, will you obey?" Ann asked acidly.

Geneva hung her head. "No mistress. I can't." 

Devon stepped to her and then gently ran his hand down her cheek and brought her eyes to his. "You've done well Geneva, and I'm very pleased. No matter what threat we tried to give you, no matter how much we punished you, you would not disobey our hard limit rules."

Geneva looked confused and stammered for a moment. She said. "Master?"




The Vassal Academy Ch. 33



"I apologize for this, but I needed to show Master Carlos that our power, is limited. Our control is not absolute. We don't actually own you, and you aren't mine to do with as I please." Devon said just as gently as he had spoken a moment ago. "I needed to show him that obedience, the obedience and loyalty you've given us is freely given, and received with respect, and love." 

Geneva surprised Carlos then by breaking training and throwing her arms around Devon. "Oh Master, it was a test, thank you Master, I was terrified I would have to safeword." 

Devon hugged her back and gently spoke saying. "It's all right Geneva, it's all right, yes, a test for Carlos, and for you. You passed. You've done so well, and I'm so very pleased an proud of you." 

Geneva was crying as she held on to Devon. 

Ann turned and said. "I'll go talk to Jeannette, would you like to see her reaction Carlos?" 

Carlos walked behind Ann and watched as the scene was played over again. Ann started speaking as she entered the office. "Slave Jeannette." She stopped in front of Jeannette. "You've obeyed the hard limits, and threat or coercion didn't work to change your mind. This was a demonstration for Master Carlos, please return to your duties, and know we are pleased and proud of you." 

Jeannette stood up, and while she maintained a stoic face, it was obvious that she was relieved that things hadn't gone completely insane here. She started to speak. "Yes Mistress." Then she sighed audibly and smiled in relief. "Thank you Mistress." 

Devon entered with Geneva and walked to his desk. "Please remain a moment Jeannette." He sat on the edge of his desk and said to Geneva. "Please tell Master Carlos why the hard limits are important." 

Geneva stammered for a moment. It was obvious that she was still upset. "Master, they're absolutely forbidden. They're in my contract, they're in the agreement." 

"Why is that important Geneva?" Devon asked again.

Geneva obviously concentrated for a few seconds. "Master, I think it's because that's the line we don't cross. I'm a slave, and I serve Master, and I've given Master everything. That's the line Master promises never to cross. The promise that I'll never have to do those things." 

"Why are those things so bad Geneva?" Ann asked. 

Geneva looked down. "Mistress, they are the final dehumanizing things, we don't do that. I'm a slave by choice. But I'm a person too. I shouldn't be shit on, or pissed on, or be cut." She struggled for the words. "I think it's because across that line, sickness lies. Across that line, Master stops being my Master, and becomes the devil."

"You mean, that the only reason for those activities, is the sadistic pleasure of your Master, there is nothing in it for you?" Devon asked.

Geneva nodded. "I'm sorry Master, I don't know how to say it better." 

Devon stepped to her and again caressed her cheek and wiped her tear away. "You've said it just fine Geneva. Just fine." 

The slaves left, feeling a little confused, but greatly relieved that sanity existed after all. Devon turned to Carlos. "Do you understand now? They're slaves, by choice. There are things you may never do, because you've given your word to care for them, as well as command them." 

Carlos sat heavily and said. "She was crying, terrified." 

Devon nodded. "Geneva is a humiliation junkie, you know that. Why would she be afraid of those things? Shouldn't she desire them?" 

Carlos slumped showing his defeat and asked. "How do you do it? How do you know them so well?" 

"Imagine yourself in their place, and imagine how it would make you feel." Ann said. "Read their body language. Imagine that they're a pet, a cat or a dog. When they tuck that tail, they're scared. When they start to cower, they're terrified." 

"They are not just fuck holes for our amusement, they are in our care. We have to love them, and care for them, as much as they love, and care for us." Devon summarized.

"We need them, because we need to feel like we're in control, but we're responsible for them too, and we know when we've pushed too far, or not far enough." Ann continued. "They are better with us, than without us. That is the first truth I learned here. The second is that I am better with them, than without them too." 

"They really aren't our property, like livestock. They don't exist for our amusement, and that's why the utterly dehumanizing, the ultimate dehumanizing action doesn't happen here ever." Devon said.

Ann asked a question next. "What do you think would happen if one of those girls got pregnant?" 

"What?" Carlos asked. "I thought they would use the pill." 

"Oh they do, but from time to time the pill will fail. Do you think that we'd march them to the clinic and demand an abortion? Do you think that we'd throw the woman out and tell her to deal with the problem and then come back?" Ann asked.

"I don't know." Carlos admitted. "I hadn't thought of that." 

Ann sat on the couch heavily. "I have. I know we wouldn't throw them out, but how do you raise a kid in a house like this? Where people are naked, and running around practicing sexual techniques." 

Devon sighed heavily. "I've thought about it too." He admitted. "It's one of the prayers that I have daily, that I won't be faced with this question." 

"The only answer I've come up with is a guest house, constructed near the dock, where the child can stay. Somewhere that doesn't have this going on, but then, the windows. We know that the perv at the dock stares at the kitchen with binoculars, and we ignore it because he hasn't done anything else. But what if the kid comes home from school, and looks and sees his Mother prancing around the kitchen naked?" Ann said allowing some frustration to come out.

"Difficult under the best of circumstances." Devon admitted. "We may have to cross that bridge one day, but stressing ourselves out now doesn't get us anywhere." 

"These are just some of the questions you have to answer as a Dominant Carlos. Not just if you want your fucking Cock sucked, or if you want her to bounce on that pecker like it's the greatest thing in the world. When you figure out it's about more than your little head, I'll march a slave to you and tell you to feel free to fuck the shit out of her. Until then, you're not touching my slaves." Ann said hotly. 

Carlos felt small, almost insignificant. He looked up, his eyes reflecting the conflict, and the humiliation he felt inside. He nodded, unwilling to trust his voice at the moment. 

"Take some time, consider these lessons Carlos, relax a bit before dinner. Don't feel too bad, and don't be too hard on yourself. This is the tearing down of the house I mentioned, and now you see how important it is to do the destruction completely. Now, we can start to build you a house of happiness that will last, for you, and your mate." Devon told him gently.

Carlos walked out of the office after another small nod. He seemed smaller somehow, contracted in on himself. His bluster and machismo stripped from him entirely. Devon walked around his desk and sat in his chair. He raised his hands and tiredly rubbed his face and said. "Ann, did we do it?"

Ann said. "Yeah, I think so. Give it a day to cement, but yeah, now he'll learn what Dominance is about, and then he'll never make that mistake again." 

Devon looked at the door and wearily said. "I still have Geneva tonight, I promised her in oral arts." 

"The body must deliver what the mouth has promised?" Ann said chuckling as she stood and headed for the door. Her own work called to her. 

Devon leaned back tiredly and said to the now empty room. "Thank you God, for letting that go exactly as I thought it would." Geneva had been the risky one, her fear at Devon's apparent anger could have backfired, and she might have knelt and waited for him to humiliate her. He couldn't plan it out with her though, she wasn't a very good actress. Jeannette followed instructions from before the Academy was open. Refuse to follow the order, no matter who is giving it. No matter what is threatened. 

Devon made a note for the trainers to put Geneva and Jeannette up for a spin on the table. They had both earned it. 

Geneva looked at her shaking hands in the dining hall and blinked her tears away. "I was terrified Jeannette, what if he made me do it?" 

"The hard limits are just that, hard limits." Jeannette soothed gently. 

"You didn't see him, he was so angry, almost furious that I would disobey." 

Jeannette hugged her and held her close. She decided that Geneva needed something to calm her. Not knowing prescription drugs, she didn't want to go to the aide station and try and find a pill. Instead she remembered what Master Andre had told them about the Military during the war. And since. Geneva walked to Master Devon's office, and quickly filled him in, and got his permission for a small one. Jeannette poured a very small dollop, hardly more than a mouthful of Brandy into a glass, not a snifter, and carried it back to Geneva. 

"Drink this." Jeannette said.

Geneva took it and sniffed it once. "Alcohol. Prohibited." 

"Not by the hard limits, only by Master's order, and Master Devon said you could have it." Jeannette said.

Geneva handed the glass back. "I'm OK."

Jeannette spoke into her watch. "Master, Geneva thinks it's prohibited." 

"Geneva, have a drink, you've earned it." Devon said through the watches.

"I'd rather have some ice cream." Geneva mumbled as she reached for the glass. 

"I'll see to that." Jeannette said as Geneva swallowed the booze in two large sips. 

"What?" Geneva asked.

"We'll have some ice cream tonight. No problem." Jeannette replied and turned with a flourish carrying the glass to the sink. 

Chef took the instructions in stride and said. "Josh, see to that. A scoop of ice cream for the slaves, a desert for them." 

"We have Vanilla for pies and such." Josh said. "We also have that strawberry ice cream you got a couple days ago." 

Chef considered. "The strawberry, it's a nice mix." 

"Sure Chef, you got it." Josh replied. 

Crystal grinned. "I get ice cream, and sex tonight. Wow." 

Jeannette smiled tolerantly at the teenager and walked towards Admin. Devon grunted and nodded his head in approval. "Once a week, no more." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said smiling.

Carlos was in his room, and unaware of the efforts to smooth the feathers of the slaves. He was instead reflecting on the illusions that life presented us, ones we took for granted, and even came to expect.

Power itself is an illusion. You only have power if the people you're trying to influence agree with you. If they are more afraid of the action, then your threat, the power is gone in a flash. Everything is an illusion, because it can all be gone in an instant.

Carlos was thinking of something else too. He picked up his cell phone and unplugged it from the charger. He glanced and saw no messages. He selected a number from the list and touched the button to dial the number. He was connected in a minute and said. "Uncle Fernando. I was thinking about the Sugar Farm at Santo Domingo." 

"What about it?" 

"I believe the production isn't up to where it should be because the land is getting tired. I think we need to rotate the crops Uncle." 

"It was a dry year, that is all." Fernando said. "The next year will be better." 

"Uncle, it has been producing Sugar Cane for ten years. That is five times the norm. The land is tired. Give it a year, or two, of other crops. Rice is a good crop too, and makes a good deal of money on the market, and a year or two of rice would restore the land." Carlos insisted.

The discussion lasted ten more minutes, and finally Fernando promised to mention it at the next meeting. Carlos hung up and looked at his phone. Rice was frowned on at the moment. Corn and sugar were in high demand for the ethanol production, so even the weaker sugar from that farm's less than optimal production were in high demand, and very valuable. Technically, the farms were outside his area of responsibility. The transportation was more his area of responsibility. That of course, was a joke. However, the trucks sitting idle because there was no sugar to move to the port at Ponce to be processed in Venezuela and other locations also meant that drivers were being paid to sit and stare at the walls. Hardly a profitable activity.

Perhaps Uncle Fernando would decide that a year or two of rice, which tended to thrive in the heat and humidity that was Puerto Rico's normal year round climate would be worth it. They could also sell the rice for a good price in the current market couldn't they?

Fernando called up the production numbers on the farm in question, ready to look at them again, and the soil samples. The soil samples from last month tested lower in several key nutrients than was ideal, but Fernando wasn't ready to quit. He called up the soil samples of five and then seven years ago. It was right there in the numbers, the land was being stripped of key nutrients, and another couple years would see it needing to be fertilized and mulched and planted with rice for at least five or perhaps as much as seven years to bring it back. 

Then Fernando had a decision. If Carlos had spoken to his brother, then Fernando would himself be the odd man out. He turned and looked out at the night as darkness fell. It had been many hours of staring at numbers, and he was wrong about the plan to use additional fertilizer to stabilize the soil. It wasn't working, and the numbers showed it. The depletion of the soil was increasing and that meant the crops needed to be rotated at the next planting. 

Fernando turned to other numbers, he still had work, and Carlos was gone, so no one could look at the numbers from the factory turning out the injected plastic toys that children loved. 

Carlos was subdued at dinner, and noticed the trainers seemed equally subdued. He looked at them and was almost afraid to ask. "Is everyone as disappointed in me as I am?" 

"Not at all." Devon said. "We're keeping it low to give you time to adjust is all." 

"Training for today is about done anyway." Rebecca explained gently. 

"We're not disappointed in you. We understand the shock to your system is all." Thomas chimed in.

Devon led the trainers through a quick briefing on the training so far today, and the activities of the evening. 

Carlos listened, but he was sure they were being kind. Perhaps this too was something he wasn't cut out for. 

Fernando called Carlos's phone number, and got the voice mail. He left a message. "When did you see the soil sample numbers? It doesn't matter, you're right. I'm going to speak to your brother, and start plans to return to crop rotation schedules." 

Carlos didn't see that he had a message that night. He wouldn't see before morning. Then it would be in the nick of time. 

Devon sat in the chair in his room and waited for Geneva to finish her chores. He rubbed a hand over his face, and considered how tired he was getting. His cell phone buzzed and he pulled it out and looked at it. It was the recipe he'd asked for. He'd start looking for the ingredients tomorrow. 

Andre stretched and opened the cupboard where he kept his personal collection of bindings. He selected several and placed them on his desk, where he could easily grab them to restrain Crystal. 

Geneva rushed through after dinner clean up and then went to the restroom to clean herself up. She wanted to be especially clean tonight. 

Crystal flew through the after dinner clean up and quickly approached Master Andre's door. Anticipation flooded through her. She loved Master Andre, he was so big, and brutal, and at the same time, somehow completely understood what she wanted, and needed. She felt a shiver rush through her and settle below her belly as she reached and knocked on his door. When the command to enter came, she found him standing near the desk, and her eyes locked hungrily on the assorted bindings she could recognize. She wanted this, more than anything in life, she wanted what she knew would happen tonight. She tore her gaze from the bindings, and focused on Andre, who had a wicked smile on his lips. 

Andre steeped towards Crystal and took his time, obviously appraising the teenager. She licked her lips as she closed the door and stood enduring the tease of his inspection. "Slave, you've come to my room as ordered. Now attend me as I desire." 

Crystal shivered again, and looked up at Andre, his eyes bright and lustful. "Yes Master." 

She was next on her knees, his cock in her mouth, and she suckled on him, bringing him to erection. He held her hair in his hand, and her mouth opened more to accommodate his growing girth. Her own sex was wet, willing, demanding.

"Slave, I want to give you a treat, in anticipation of your pleasing me tonight." Andre said as he forced more of himself in her mouth. 

Crystal couldn't answer, not with a mouth full of cock, pushing at her throat, but she wasn't trained how to swallow this club yet, so she didn't try, instead using her tongue to trap his cock half an inch before she'd gag. 

"I want to put a vibrating plug up your little ass, and then fuck the living daylights out of you. I want to feel the vibrations as I fuck that cunt. I want to feel you squirming under me, desperate to come, and since I think you've been doing a good job lately, I'm going to let you come." Andre said as she nearly choked on his prick. 

Crystal purred in satisfaction, and anticipation of this glorious image. Her body, intended to please him, her body manipulated to please him. She shivered again and doubled her efforts on his cock. Wanting it rock hard, wanting it as big as possible, and then wanting it tearing her in two. 

Andre pulled her back form his cock by her hair, and she looked up at him, eyes dark, smoky in arousal. She reached and began to stroke his cock. She broke training technically, but it was sort of expected, she was a horny thing. "Fuck me Master. Fuck me." She breathed raggedly. 

Andre smiled and reached for the bindings. Binding her wrists to her ankles, thus guaranteeing that she would be unable to straighten her legs out, and really was only able to keep them open, and out of his way. Crystal squirmed as he buckled the bindings to her ankles. Then she locked her eyes on the nipple clamps he held teasingly before her. They would hurt. Wickedly gleaming in the light of the room, she watched as he played gently with first her right nipple, drawing it to full erection, and then applied the clamp. He released the spring, and it pinched her sensitive nipple with a savagery that she couldn't have imagined. She cried in surprise and then ground her hips as her body responded to the pain. Her left nipple was similarly teased, and then clamped. 

Andre watched as she adapted to the pain, and then inserted the plug in her ass. It was fairly small, smaller than the current plug she was rated on, but it vibrated mercilessly. 

Crystal swiveled her hips, chasing the pleasure, engrossed in the feelings of the plug making her feel like all her womanly parts were being vibrated. Andre slid his cock into her waiting hole, and she felt complete as her sex was filled, stretched, and then painfully stretched. She came, and Andre shoved a gag into her mouth, shaped like a dildo, her tongue running over the cock shaped head of the gag. She bit down on it, something she couldn't ever do to a real cock, as another climax built within her. 

Andre pawed at the girls breasts, roughly squeezing them, and then released the right nipple clamp. The blood rushing back into the nipple caused Crystal's eyes to water, and then she got wetter somewhere else, as she sank into the pain, and the pleasure. 

He rolled her over onto her knees, her face in the bed, as he mounted her again from behind. Her pussy was bright red, partially from arousal, and partially from the abuse he was heaping on it. He smacked her ass hard, his bare hand leaving a red print where he struck her. Crystal came again. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 34



Part 34: Carlos sees the light

Devon woke, and told Geneva she had certainly passed before sending her down the hall to get cleaned up. Jeannette got the instructions to get Suzanne ready to go home, and who to have help her. 

Devon arrived at the dining room table and was not surprised to find Carlos missing. He smiled as he realized the lessons were to continue. They had specifically said that breakfast would be served at 7:30. He was about to learn another important facet of the Dominant lifestyle. 

Briefing the trainers quickly he glanced at Ann who he had not assigned either trainee or class. "After breakfast Ann, would you knock on Carlos' door and see if he plans on waking sometime today?"

"Sure Devon." Ann said.

"Then I've got some work today, to locate some things we'll need. I may even have to run some errands and if I do go Ann, you're in charge of course." Devon said.

"OK, Geneva last night, she passed?" Ann asked.

"Sure she did. Never any doubt." Devon confirmed. "If I head to town, I'll put in an appearance at the clubs to fly the flag. We need to do that a bit more according to the perpetual complaints of Dominique." 

"Taking anyone with you?" Rebecca asked.

Devon shrugged. "I don't know. I'll consider it later." Then he glanced at his wrist and said. "Mistress Ann, if you'd go and see about Carlos, and find out if he expects Breakfast in bed, or is planning on joining us about lunch time." 

Ann smiled and said. "Certainly Devon, I'd be honored." 

"Get to work, all of you." Devon said smiling as he wiped his mouth and stood up from the table. 

He entered his office and found the computer up and ready to run the programs. He glanced at the newspapers on his desk and sat down. Jeannette appeared with a cup of fresh coffee and sat it on his desk with her usual morning greeting. 

Thanking Jeannette he turned to his computer and started his days work. First he printed out the list of ingredients he'd gotten the night before. Then he set about tracking them down, in between reading the Wall Street Journal and other papers. 

Carlos sat on his bed and hung his head. Ann had been abrupt, letting him know that Slaves didn't wake the masters, the Masters told the slaves when to wake and when to work.

Well, I asked myself if I was really cut out for this yesterday, and after this latest obvious error, and it should have been as obvious last night as it is now. There is an alarm clock right here. When I think about it for a moment, I realize that of course the Master would not be woken by the slave. The Master decides when and what others do. I always told myself that I could be more, if given the opportunity, but that the lack of opportunity meant I wouldn't ever be more. Now, I know, I've got a job where I can be useless because that's all I am. I'm useless to them, and useless here. 

Perhaps I should take up collecting stamps. The books all tell you the value and desirability of the stamps, so I wouldn't have to think about that either would I?

Carlos picked up his phone, prepared to call and have a flight arranged from New York to home, when he saw the blinking message icon. He listened to the message and felt the ground move before him. He glanced at the clock and dialed his Uncle again. "Uncle. I haven't seen the soil samples. I was going strictly off of their estimated transportation needs. Those have been falling for two years." 

"Well, you were right. We've decided to harvest this crop on time, and start rice on four of the farms, for at least one year, probably two. Heavy investment into fertilizer will speed the process, but the land needs time." Fernando told him.

"Uncle, we can save the land?" 

 "Certainly, it's not that hard. You know that, and we won't lose hardly any money in the long run returning to the rotational system." Fernando said. "Good call Carlos, and your Brother sends his regards and best wishes." 

Carlos hung the phone up, reeling from the shock. He was right. His Uncle had a respect in his voice that was uncommon. No, not uncommon always. Just never used with me as its target. 

Carlos wondered if he could do more for the business, and if he could, if he'd been the first one to see it, then perhaps he could learn more, and do more. He stood before the mirror and ran his razor over his face as his determination grew. He could learn, he wasn't useless, and he wasn't a fool. 

Striding into Devon's office he greeted the Master's Master and then sat in a chair before the desk. He took a few minutes and highlighted the conversations and actions with his Uncle. 

Devon listened politely and watched Carlos carefully. Carlos explained the reason for his explanation. "You see Devon, I was ready to quit. Convinced that I was useless at this, and everything. That showed me I am not useless, and I'm not a fool. I was right about something important, something no one else saw."

"So now you think you're able to see other things that others can't?" Devon asked.

Carlos saw the trap and shook his head. "No, but I am able to learn how to see such things in people too." 

Devon shrugged and nodded in one motion. "Honestly, I would have been very disappointed if you had quit. I think you can make a good Dominant, one I would be proud to say I know, and like. However, you need to learn that the subtleties we talk about, are just as important, as the other things." 

Carlos nodded. "Teach me, I will try to learn all I can." 

Devon leaned back and looked at him. "I'm about to ask you a favor, one you won't understand, but one I need you to grant me." 

"Anything Devon." Carlos said.

 "Can you take a day away from here? In a couple days, perhaps as many as three days from now?" Devon asked. "I'll get you a suite in town, and cover the cost of course." 

"Why?"

Devon leaned forward and placed his arms on the desk. He pursed his lips. "We're going to test Ann out of her apprenticeship. The slaves will be very busy with this all day. I will be as well. Until dinner, we will all be watching and working with Ann." 

"You prefer I not see her being tested?" Carlos asked.

"It would be considered a family matter." Devon said. "If we were a family business." 

Carlos understood. Devon didn't want him to see Mistress Ann as anything but a Mistress. Whatever they were going to do to her, she wouldn't be a Mistress, at least not to his eyes. "Perhaps a day to see the sights in New York would be fun."

Devon smiled. "Thank you Carlos. I do appreciate it." Leaning back and keeping the smile on his face. "With all the self discovery you've been making, I'll even ask your help in graduating Diane, which will happen shortly after Ann." 

"Anything I can do Devon." Carlos said. 

"For now, please see Mistress Rebecca, and watch her teach Ballet. See the subtle differences between right and wrong." Devon invited. "Notice the slaves behavior, their body language."

Carlos stood and moved towards the door. He hesitated and turned towards Devon and asked. "If I had come to you, telling you that I quit would you have tried to talk me out of it?" 

Devon looked at him without any regret on his face. "I don't know. I haven't thought about that. I didn't think you would quit, you'd gone through too much to get here for me to contemplate that." 

Carlos left and a minute later Ann walked in and sat down. "I decided that a cup of coffee from Chef's pot was in order." 

"Was it any good?"

Ann nodded. "He won't tell me why, but it's always better than we get in here." 

"He uses a pinch of salt in the grounds." Devon said. Then seeing Ann's shocked expression he smiled disarmingly. "Andre told me when he tasted it. He said it was a trick he learned as a boy."

Devon felt the elephant in the room. It was Ann's reaction to his sudden and unexpected refusal to take her anally. She was hurt he realized, and she was hoping for an explanation. Devon considered this for a few seconds while they chatted about inanities. Then he began the subject she really wanted to talk about. "Ann, about your final tests so to speak."

Ann just nodded, and watched him warily. Devon realized that she was more hurt than he had expected. Another lesson he realized in an instant. People outside the farms also consider not having sex to be as potentially insulting as sex. Devon chided himself and after a moment said. "Ann, about my sudden refusal of your very kind offer." 

"That's not something you need to explain." Ann said. Devon knew Ann wanted to talk about it, but didn't want to ask about it. 

"Ann, if I had done it, you would have considered yourself graduated, and for all intents and purposes, you would have been. However, I think I know what you need more than that to truly shed the final vestiges of your previous life, and embrace the life of the Dominatrix in you." 

"What?" Ann asked with a voice that had to be forced out of a suddenly tight jaw and throat. She was clenching her teeth, and trying to calm down. Damn him. 

"You need to be the center of attention, I guess it could be called Queen for a day. You need to realize, and feel, how good it is to be the focus of someone else's attention, not for testing purposes, or to let off some steam, but to truly be the focus of all our best wishes and pleasure." Devon said.

"I don't understand." Ann said after a minute. Her jaw wasn't clenched, she was really confused though.

Devon considered for a moment. "You understand mentally how the slaves will feel, you know the words, and can imagine the emotions. That's good, even excellent. This will make you better, and then, only then, can we move along to Anal." 

"Damn you Devon, you're talking in circles again." Ann objected.

"Ann, forgive me for being so blunt. However, Anal for you is like a test. Can you endure it, not will you enjoy it. I think you want to get it over with, not enjoy the experience. Trust me for a couple days Ann, and when it's all over and done with, you'll understand them, and us, a lot better." 

Ann watched Devon through narrowed eyes. Then she realized something. The way she felt right now, the last thing she wanted was his cock anywhere near her. She was mad, and she knew it. "So what do you want me to do today Oh Master's Master?"

Devon smiled easily, the insult rolling off of his back like water. "Do me a favor, keep an eye on Geneva, just incase I read it wrong, and Carlos." Devon filled her in on Carlos's admission and the days plan for him. "Just let him watch the interaction between us and the slaves, and then talk to him about it. What he thinks, and why." 

Ann agreed and it was obvious her back was still up. She left his office with her back ramrod straight and instead of striding as she had grown accustomed, she nearly marched out of Admin.

Devon watched her go. Turning back to his own project, he started to search for health food stores, and other places where herbs could be found. He started to call them, and hadn't had as much luck as he would hoped before lunch.

After lunch he decided that a personal trip to Chinatown in the city would probably be best. One of the Chinese Apothecaries would probably have nearly everything on his list, and could probably find the last of the items in hours, instead of days or weeks.

Devon told Jeannette to pass the torch to Ann, and took off in the BMW, planning on parking near the Club De Sade and then moving along towards Chinatown near the Federal Court House by taxi. 

It took three hours, but he finally found a shop that he suspected would suit his needs. He entered, and was immediately struck by a problem. The gray haired woman behind the counter spoke no English. He spoke not one single word of Chinese. As he was about to turn around and find someone on the street he could hire, another voice came from the back, much younger.

A teenaged boy entered from the back carrying some books. Devon smiled. The books were in English. At least the titles were in English. "Hello, could you help me Sir?" 

The young man looked at Devon and shrugged. "What do you want mister?" 

 "Some herbs, some of them may be rather difficult to find." Devon admitted. 

Devon held his list out and the young man took it. He glanced at it and then studied it with some detail. "Wow, this is some list." 

"I'll agree with that statement. It's a heck of a list." Devon said still smiling charmingly. 

"Ok, we got some of this in stock. We can make some of it." The young man said. Then he turned to the old woman and began speaking in what Devon assumed was Chinese. 

The old Woman handed the boy some paper and a marker. He began drawing on the paper, or writing Devon realized, in literate Chinese. "Such a lovely language, I'm afraid I never learned it." 

The young man looked up and shrugged. Then he turned back to the old woman and handed her the list he'd written. She started to move and pull things out of the shelves and drawers.

Devon looked around, the Deer Antlers hung from the ceiling, and dried lizards and toads were on several shelves. The old Woman was speaking and Devon turned to listen to her. The young man said. "Mister, she says that this one, the Blue Vervain extract in a Tincture is going to be tough. It doesn't grow here." The old woman chattered again and the young man listened again. "She says she'll have to have it sent from California, and it will take two days minimum, and would be best brewed there. She says that it can be sent directly to you in the mixture you want." 

Devon nodded. "I understand. We can't make the plants grow where we wish, we must go to them. Please tell her that would be fine, to have it sent to me from California." 

The Young Man studied Devon for a moment and then turned and spoke to the woman. 

The woman picked up a cordless phone and dialed a number from memory. She spoke for several minutes in conversation with the phone and the covered the mouthpiece and spoke to the young man. Devon heard the word Gwailo and recognized it from other times the woman spoke. The young man said. "Mister, she says she can have it here in two days in extract in the tincture. Is that all right?"

"Yes. That will be fine, thank you."

Devon turned and studied a collection of various dried reptiles and then there was another burst of noise from the woman, who was obviously talking to the young man. "Mister, she says that some of these are in a common Tincture, unless you want them individually."

Devon walked over and listened as the Young Man described the Tincture and the woman held the small brown bottle with an eyedropper in it. Devon frowned. "I wish I could say yes, I honestly do. However, the recipe I'm working with is very specific on the amounts, and the sequence of additions. I know for one, the Dong Quai must be added nearly last, while the Licorice Root has to go in at the beginning." 

The young man shrugged and turned to the old woman who again turned and rummaged around in the shelves and pulled out small jars and other collections. They spoke back and forth and finally had the package ready. Each item was labeled, as he had requested on the sheet of ingredients. "Ok, that's it except the Blue Vervain, and Grandmother says it will be delivered to you in two days." 

Devon smiled and gave them an address to send it to, and a phone number. Then he handed over a bit under a thousand dollars for the collection of rare herbs and preparations that were in the bag. 

"Mister, what are you going to do with all that anyway?" The young man asked after checking each of the $100 bills to insure they were real. 

"I'm making the nectar of the gods." Devon said. "Please call me when you know when the Blue Vervain has been shipped."

"Yeah sure thing Mister." The young man said. 

Devon smiled again and turned to leave with his bag full of herbs. He smiled. The entire list found, at one place. Even the somewhat surly behavior of the young man couldn't detract from his relief in finding the herbs. 

Devon walked towards the edge of Chinatown and stopped and entered a small Restaurant and accepted a table. He sent a message to Dominique that he had been successful in finding the ingredients, and would Graduate Ann in a couple days. 

Carlos was at the dinner table discussing the subtle tells in body language with the other trainers. "Rebecca, imagining the tail is good. However aren't the eyes the true window to the soul?"

"Sure, but what if the eyes show you one thing, say fear, but the shape and posture of the back are stiff and straight?" Rebecca countered. 

"Couldn't they be scared stiff?" Carlos asked. 

"Should they be straight?" Rebecca asked. "People tend to instinctively try and cover, or protect when they're afraid. The straight back when coupled with frightened eyes is a mixed signal, and you'll have to use your experience to judge the individual."

Andre picked up the thread. "We don't bed the slaves until we are comfortable that we have a fair understanding of their motivations and their individual limits for that very reason. Mixed signals, some have naturally weepy eyes, and going by those alone would be limiting."

Carlos was quiet as he digested the lessons so far. "So the lack of makeup and clothing is also to give you more sources of information. To give you a better read on the slaves emotional response."

"You got it." Thomas said. Then looking at his watch said "And I better get." Diane was getting three classes in anticipation of her finals. She was already showing signs of the strain and it was going to get worse. 

Ann had remained mostly silent. Watching the discussions as Carlos learned and decided it was about time. Ann walked to admin and found Jeannette shutting the office down. "Jeannette, wait a moment."

"Yes Mistress."

Ann dialed Devon and when he answered she began. "Carlos has been making excellent progress." Ann outlined the progress highlighting the conversations and the day. 

"Good, I'm glad to hear that." Devon admitted. "I presume you didn't call to tell me that."

"I didn't exactly." Ann said. "You ordered the slaves not to attend without your permission. I want to keep my promise to him." 

Devon grunted. It would mean that he trusted Ann and her evaluation. However, if she was certain enough to ask, there was kittle doubt she was right. "Jeannette are you there?"

"Yes Master." 

"Don't let Master Carlos wear you out tonight, I want you in my bed tomorrow."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said with a grin. 

"He is still not allowed to summon, but the trainers can send one of the staff to attend." 

Jeannette accepted this command and didn't bother to report that she would relay it to the other slaves. Devon didn't tell her to, he knew she would. 

"Anything else Ann?" Devon asked through the speakerphone.

"Not right now, I'll let you know if any other problems crop up that need your personal attention." Ann said and then after the goodbye's touched the button to turn off the speakerphone. 

"OK Jeannette, follow me." 

Ann strode to the guest wing and stopped before Carlos's door. She knocked and entered when bade to. Carlos was sitting in the comfortable chair watching the news on the TV. Ann said. "Good evening. I said I would do this, and I am." Then she turned to Jeannette and said. "Slave Jeannette, fuck the shit out of him." 

Carlos sat with his mouth hanging slightly open. He stared at Ann who turned and smiled slightly and then turned towards the door closing it behind her. Carlos shifted his gaze towards Jeannette and managed to close his mouth. 

Thomas had Diane tied down to a leather topped table and was running his hands over her, exploring her body, feeling the heat generated from within her. She ground her hips upwards, watching him, her mouth was free to speak, but she didn't. The orgasm denial was torture, plain and simple. Thomas would talk to her, stroke her, tease her, and then leave her wanting. Diane didn't know it was part of her prep for final exam, but she did know she was close to graduation. 




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Thomas stroked her body, playing with her rings, and watched as she got hotter and hotter, needing sex, needing a release. He kept talking to her. "Oh yes Slave Diane, I was just thinking about the last time you were with me. Three nights ago wasn't it?" She agreed with a nod. He continued. "Yes, it was a nice time wasn't it. I especially liked it when I had your hand bound, your nipples clamped, and oh how wet your beautiful cunt was." Thomas felt her skin as hot, her blood was pounding, heated by her sexual drive, her need.

Diane shivered and started begging. "Please Master, don't torture me like this. Please don't leave me wanting." 

Thomas sighed and stroked her nipple rings gently, her nipples were already hard little nubs, her skin flushed, her arousal painfully evident. "Oh Slave, thinking this is about you. No, I want to torture you this way, I want you heated up, wanting. I want you to need my cock so badly that nothing else matters." Thomas said. "I want you to need some relief. I enjoy seeing my slaves tormented and tortured with sexual stimulation." 

Then he released her, and it was all she could do not to reach for his cock, it took all of her discipline not to beg more, she was a slave, he was a master. He commanded her, and he got what he wanted. She hated it, but she would obey him. 

Then Thomas gave her a surprise she didn't like any more than the class. "This is to make sure you don't get any relief slave." Thomas said buckling the chastity belt onto her. "It's remote controlled, so whenever I, or one of the other trainers get bored, they'll just hit the button, and it will hit your button." 

He tapped the button on the remote and the belt vibrated on her clit ring for a few seconds. She groaned and said. "Master, please."

"You don't need to take it off to pee. But you'll need to have it removed in the morning for showering and your normal routine." Thomas said ignoring her pleas for relief, for mercy. 

Diane trudged upstairs depressed and defeated. She walked into the dayroom where Crystal and Geneva were watching one of the Idol shows. Crystal saw the belt and said. "Shit, that sucks." 

"Yeah, it does." Diane said. Then her button got pushed, and she groaned loudly as the vibrating belt tortured her for a few seconds. 

Thomas left a note on Devon's desk, next to another of the remotes, and then headed for his room. He'd asked Devon to tap the button when he got home, and listen for Diane's response. Orgasm Denial was perhaps, the most torturous phase of the training, but it taught the slaves that relief, and rewards, were gifts from the masters, given, or taken, for reasons, or at the whims of the masters. 

It also tested their devotion to the slave lifestyle. If all they thought it was about was sex, then they'd fail orgasm denial, lashing out at someone, usually one of the masters, and showing that they were not completely trained yet. The frustration and agony was hell on earth. Thomas remembered his own vividly. Every hour or so, someone would suck and lick his cock until it was throbbing hard, and then leave him wanting relief, and unable to get any. Then they'd lock him into a sack that wouldn't allow him to stimulate himself even if he'd had the opportunity. That sack was so well padded that he could have slammed his cock in a door and it wouldn't be enough to get him to come. 

Then an hour or so later, irregular enough that he couldn't anticipate it, all day, and all night, someone would come and get him hard again. And leave him wanting. 

Carlos watched speechless as Jeannette knelt before him, and asked. "How may I serve you Master?"

Carlos was fast getting over his shock, and felt himself stiffen as he considered the possibilities with a woman as beautiful as Jeannette. Then he wondered if it was a trap, like the alarm clock. Then he wondered if he was over considering the matter. "Please forgive me Jeannette, but I don't think so." 

Jeannette looked confused. "Master?" 

"I was in Devon's office when he gave the order, that only he could change, that you were not to attend me. I don't wish to displease him or get you in trouble." Carlos said. "Thank you." 

Jeannette looked understanding. "Master, I would not be here if not authorized by Master Devon. Mistress Ann called him, in my presence, and got his authorization to send me to you. You are still not authorized to call the slaves to your room, but you can have them sent to you by one of the other trainers Master." 

Carlos was thinking now, like an animal that senses something wrong with the picture before him, he was looking for the trap. "Please wait here." 

He stood and walked to the door, turning and going towards the central area, and then up the stairs towards the Trainers area. He stopped and looked at the doors, reading the nameplates on each one until he found Ann's. He knocked and opened the door when bade to enter. 

Ann was at her desk in her room, typing an email to Elaine, whom she'd been getting friendlier with since their visit. She turned around to face the door and didn't disguise the shock of seeing Carlos fast enough. "Carlos? I'm sorry, is there something wrong?"

"What is this, another test Ann?"

Ann considered for half a second and then shook her head. "Nope, since missing breakfast, you've been asking good questions, debating fine points, disagreeing to some minor points, but you've been learning how to read the body language, and understand the emotional state of the slave. That means you're thinking with the big head, instead of the little one. I told you that when you did that, I would march a slave to you and tell you to fuck the shit out of her." 

Carlos looked at Ann for a couple seconds. "Devon knows of this?" 

"Didn't Jeannette say it was all right?" Ann asked.

Carlos nodded. Ann continued. "You saw Jeannette yesterday, she wouldn't violate Devon's order, his higher order of refusal to violate the hard limits. She didn't debate, she just refused. It's all right, enjoy yourself." 

Carlos was obviously hesitant. Ann waited a few more seconds and then raised her wrist and said. "Jeannette?"

"Yes Mistress." Came from the tiny speaker.

"Return to the staff wing, thank you for your service." Ann said.

"Yes Mistress." 

Carlos looked as if he'd been proven right until Ann stood up with a flare of anger in her eye. "Don't look so smug. It wasn't a test, I am not about to stand here in my room and beg you to fuck one of the slaves. If you think I would set you up like this, then you still aren't thinking, and so I called her back. Now if you'll excuse me, this is my time, and I get so little of it." 

Carlos turned and exited the room, not sure what had just happened. Ann closed the door behind him, and as he turned the corner for the stairwell he saw Jeannette gliding towards him, she smiled and bowed her head in wordless greeting. 

Carlos spent another two hours trying to see what the test was. Then he knew it wasn't a test, and if it had been he would have failed.

Devon arrived home after midnight, and read the note from Thomas and with a hint of a grin on his face, opened his room door to the hallway, and then touched the button on the remote left with the note. He heard a faint groan from down the hallway, but no swearing, not yet anyway. 

He closed his door and spent ten minutes writing instructions for Ann in the morning. He took the note and stuck it to her door with a piece of tape. He didn't know that some of the instructions were not going to be followed, there was no reason to quiz Jeannette for example, as Carlos hadn't spent the night with her. 

Devon fell asleep and a few hours later Jeannette tapped on Mistress Ann's door, and was bade to enter. Ann was dressed and sipping coffee from her small personal pot. "Good morning Jeannette." 

"Good morning Mistress." Jeannette said. "I found this on your door." 

Ann took it and read it quickly. She chuckled ruefully before she asked. "So how was your night with Carlos?" 

"Mistress?" Jeannette asked confused. Ann just handed her the note. "About what I would have instructed, for the slaves anyway. Crystal to the kitchen, and Diane in more training. She's getting spun up for finals."

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said as she finished the note.

Ann took it back and said. "I'll send Carlos to massage with Diane, it will do them both good. Carlos will recognize Diane's state and know he's not getting any, and Diane will know she's not getting any relief despite touching a guy." 

Jeannette accepted the instructions and didn't show any humor at the torment of two people. "Andre will teach that, and Geneva to Ballet, with Rebecca and I, while I learn how to teach phase three." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette confirmed.

"If anything comes up, let me know. Here's a key to let Diane out of the belt, and then lock her back in before breakfast." Ann finished. 

Jeannette took the key and went to wake the others, leaving the note with Ann. Ann stood and finished her routine, doing her hair and her makeup. She was a Mistress, not a slave, and had to go through the routine every damned day. 

At breakfast she sat and started briefing as Carlos arrived on time. "OK, we've got training this morning. Carlos, you're going to massage with Andre." She turned to Andre. "Have Diane give him a Massage, and talk him through what to look for, and why it's important." 

"I had hoped to talk to you about last night." Carlos admitted.

"Later, I'm in with Geneva and Rebecca, while Geneva masters phase three Ballet, and I learn how to teach it." Ann cut him off. 

Rebecca noticed Ann's abrupt manner and asked Carlos. "Something we can help you with?" 

2107012Carlos surprised Ann by admitting his actions honestly\. "I apparently impressed Mistress Ann enough yesterday that she provided Jeannette to me for a nights attention?" He made it a question, the use of the word, not the content. "I suspecting a trap, refused stupidly."

Rebecca glanced at Ann and got no sign of anything other than annoyance. Ann picked up the thread however. "Carlos, we won't trap you that way. Get your massage this morning, and we'll talk later." 

Carlos agreed. Rebecca hung back and Ann did too. It was time for a big sister again. "Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you?"

Ann shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Ann, forgive me, but bullshit." 

Ann scowled and then said. "What the fuck is Devon up to?"

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked.

Ann stopped and glanced around. She leaned a little closer and said. "I practically offered, hell I did ask him to take me anally, and he refused." 

Rebecca blinked. "Oh."

Ann mimicked her friend. "Yeah Oh, then Carlos refuses Jeannette last night, it's just got me annoyed is all." 

"Reign it in Ann." Rebecca said taking her arm and pointing her towards Ballet. "We'll talk after class, but trust me when I say, that there is an explanation, and you'll understand soon enough." 

Ann grit her teeth and walked to class. She was aware of herself enough to know that she was in no condition to teach, and instead watched attentively as Rebecca worked Geneva through the phase three positions, polishing her movements, adjusting her posture, and making her more graceful. 

Andre was coaching Diane as she massaged Carlos. Carlos was laying on the table with his backside covered by the traditional towel. He found the feeling to be exceptionally relaxing, and the presence of Diane, who was nude except the chastity belt, to be arousing at the same time. Diane was having trouble, she was jerking from time to time as Andre, and Thomas were touching the buttons of their remotes. There was an erotic mix of fragrances in the area. The scented oil, Master Andre had chosen Jasmine scented oil for the massage, and her own arousal seemed to permeate the room. 

Carlos had attempted to ignore the scent, and the girls obvious arousal, having the signs explained to him in great detail during his discussions yesterday. When it was time to roll over, he hesitated. His cock was fully erect. The smells, the knowledge that she was extremely turned on, and the environment here at the academy was enough to get him hard. 

Carlos after hesitating a moment, rolled over, his embarrassment acute as he tried to ignore their looks. He turned his head towards Andre, expecting to see him smirking or something. Instead, Andre was studying Diane. Diane on the other hands had her eyes locked on his erection. She was holding the towel, to cover him and was frozen in place. She was almost trembling in need, in hunger. She looked at Master Andre, the plea obvious in her eyes, and on her face. 

"OK, he's rolled over, just cover him and continue with the front half Diane, just like always." Andre said as though absolutely oblivious to the tension. 

Carlos couldn't help staring at Diane, her nipples were obviously perked up, her lips were wet, and flushed. Her eyes were glistening with arousal. She trembled as she stroked his abdomen, wanting to let her hand wonder lower, to something harder.  

After she had finished the massage, she stood almost vibrating in need, her hunger obvious on her face. Andre spoke. "Thank you Diane, that wasn't bad today, but when finals come, make sure to focus on your technique a little more." He smiled and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the heel of his big hand stopping just above her breast and he smiled comfortingly. "Now go ahead and start your chores, I'll clean up in here, I know you all are really busy today." 

Diane looked again at the terry cloth material covering Carlos's crotch and outlining his erection plainly and said. "Are you sure you don't want me to do anything else Master?"

Andre raised his eyebrows in surprised question. "Punishment position two slave." 

Diane closed her eyes and almost groaned. She was on her hands and knees in a moment, and Master Andre was swishing a reed cane through the air. "Slave, you may not suggest, or try to manipulate the Master into fucking you. We'll fuck you when we are good and ready." 

Diane felt the sting of the crop, coupled by Andre's touching of the remote, with every stroke. After thirty lashes, she was even hornier than she had been before. She stood almost crying in need. This was every bit as bad as the table was, and there was no relief coming anytime soon. She thanked Andre, and then turned to do her chores, absolutely miserable. 

Ann was sitting with Rebecca in her room. They sipped coffee from Ann's coffee pot, and Rebecca started the ball rolling. "Ann, you're feeling rejected aren't you."

"Jesus Rebecca, how am I supposed to feel? I mean, I told him that I wasn't allowed to hate something until I'd tried it, I practically begged him to fuck my ass." Ann exploded. 

Rebecca nodded sympathetically. "So you're looking forward to anal? That's great." 

"Of course I'm not looking forward to it. But I'm up to the right sized plug, and that is annoying as hell, so it's time." Ann said hotly.

"That's why Ann." Rebecca said. "Right now, you're viewing it as a chore, a hurdle to get past, and that's all it would be for you. I think you're afraid it will feel good to you, because you don't want it to, and you'd never learn to like it."

"Oh spare the psychology crap Rebecca. You can convince them they like it, you can't convince me that it's anything but degrading." Ann protested.

Rebecca nodded her understanding again. She wasn't rising to Ann's level of passion, instead taking the smooth soft path of no resistance. "Sure, that's how you view it, so that's the truth to you. It's not how I view it, and it's not how many people, including Devon view it. We want you to share our love for it, or not share it at all." 

Ann glared at Rebecca and said. 'I know, this is where you tell me how much you like having a cock shoved up your ass." 

"I do actually, but that's not the point." Rebecca explained.

"Look 'Becca, that's fine for you, if you really like it." Ann said.

 "Does Jeannette like it?" Rebecca asked. She watched Ann nod reluctantly. "Diane liked it, Geneva liked it, and Crystal is about to beg for her hurdle, so they all want it, and you're here assuming that they are the ones who are wrong, and only fooling themselves right?" 

 Ann glared at Rebecca and said. "I'm not them." 

Rebecca sipped coffee holding her hand up, to stop Ann before she got going. "Tell me about your test, with Jeannette, you remember, the bet?" 

"What?" Ann asked confused by the sudden shift in topics.

"If you tell me that Jeannette didn't lick your ass, not just the fleshy parts, the hole, while she was licking you, I'll call you a liar right now." Rebecca said softly, in a friendly and sisterly tone.

"Ok, she did. So what?" 

"If you hated it so much, as you pretend you are now, then you would have won the bet when she did that." Rebecca said as she poured a little more coffee in her own cup before holding the pot out towards Ann. "Freshen your cup?" 

"Rebecca, you're insane. I didn't like that part." Ann protested. She was suddenly forced to remember how she had sucked air in hard as the tongue flashed across her ass. The surprise, the sensation, she wasn't ready for it. Then Ann remembered her time with Andre and Suzanne. The single finger in her ass had been enough to take a small squeaker of a climax and more than double it to something far more powerful. 

"Would you like to bet that I can't make you come, just by playing with your ass? That I can't make you hotter than hell licking that rosebud?" Rebecca asked playfully. Her eyes had a wicked glint as she smiled innocently.

"No." Ann said immediately, and realized as she spoke that the response was too fast, too defensive sounding.

Rebecca leaned forward and took Ann's hand in hers. "There's nothing wrong with liking it, you have more nerve endings back there, than you do in your clit. Now, there's a reason why, and it's not so you can know when you are done." 

Ann scowled at Rebecca and said. "Fuck you." 

"Ok, I'm free tonight." Rebecca said just as playfully as she had everything else. 

Ann smiled, and then snickered. "Damn you." 

Rebecca patted her hand and said. "Ann, you've learned so much here, and have learned how to get pleasure from our techniques. You've learned why the techniques work, and why they're pleasurable." 

"OK, so why am I supposed to look forward to being buggered?" Ann asked with a softer tone, if still slightly mocking.

"How do the plugs feel? Do they feel absolutely foreign? Like you can't wait to get them out?" Rebecca asked knowingly.

"At first, yes." Ann said. "Then you get used to them. I know, I know. Seriously, why am I wanting this?" 

"You don't have to." Rebecca said. "Unless you want to, do you want to?" 

"No." Ann said quickly, too quickly again. 

"That's why Devon refused, because you're not ready Ann. It's more than size, it's attitude. You're going into it reluctantly, and in that frame of mind, you'll never find the pleasure." 

Ann had about enough of discussions concerning her ass. "So what's with this Ambrosia thing?"

"I asked him. He said it was a very old recipe, and if it does what he says, will give you one glorious day." Rebecca said. She knew more, obviously, but wasn't telling. 

"He said when I was queen for a day, I'd be finished, graduated, a full trainer. What the hell has he got up his sleeve?" 

"About a thousand Aces. Near as I can tell." Rebecca admitted. 

"When?" Ann asked. There was a hint of fear in her voice. 

"I don't know, a day, or two." 

"Great, with Carlos here." 

"He told me that he was going to ask Carlos to leave for the day, and see the sights of New York."   "He did?" Ann asked surprised. "Why?"





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"As a guess, the obvious answer is that Devon doesn't want Carlos to see you in whatever condition Devon puts you in." 

Ann frowned. "Do you ever want to choke the shit out of Devon, and his manipulations?" 

Rebecca smiled. "Sometimes. About a week ago, he had us give Diane, and Geneva a rough day, do you remember?" 

"Yeah, not that unusual." Ann said.

"Yeah, but I had them both morning and afternoon. All that squealing, all that snapping of the cane, the little pink welts, the swelling of the welts." Rebecca said softly. She squeezed her thighs for a moment and then said. "Andre butt fucked me that night." She smiled as she returned to the here and now. "I figured out a day or two later, Devon did that for them, and me. He figured it was time for me to get a rough night, to get it out of my system. When I figured it out, I wanted to smack the shit out of him." 

Ann chuckled. "I didn't look that deeply into his motivations, I just figured it was to shake up the slaves, give them a rough day, to make them feel our attentions." 

"Oh that was part of it, a big part. Devon thinks wider though. How will it affect those around them as well."

"Is he always two steps ahead of everyone?" Ann asked.

"Pretty much. I've never heard of anyone who was better at getting inside someone's head, of figuring out what they're thinking, and figuring the best way to manipulate the situation to his desired outcome." 

"Machiavellian bastard." Ann said admiringly. 

Rebecca tapped her friend's hand. When Ann looked up from her coffee cup Rebecca said. "When this is all over, when you're graduated, let's go to town. A girls night out."

Ann smiled. "Yeah, let's do just that Rebecca."

Devon had awaken and headed for his office. Surprised to find that Ann wasn't in, he refrained from chasing her down and instead went to work on his job. After getting briefed by Jeannette, he was reading email when Andre stuck his head in the door. "Good morning Andre, how is Diane?" 

"She won't take much more boss, she's up to manipulating us to fuck her." 

Devon nodded. "Ok, take her downstairs, work her over." 

"Right, thanks Boss." Andre said with a grin that said it all. 

Andre left and right behind him was Carlos who entered the office and greeted Devon. Devon smiled and said. "I've heard, what questions do you have about it?"

"I imagined that it was a test, another test I should say." 

Devon shrugged. "I don't tend to dangle a carrot unless I expect it to be eaten." 

 Carlos smiled tolerantly. "I got a massage from Diane, did you hear about that too?"

Devon shook his head. "No, Andre merely said she was reaching her limit, and I've given instructions for that to be addressed this afternoon." 

Carlos inhaled deeply. "I was aware that I was to be relaxed, but I was also aware that she was extremely aroused, as well as quite attractive." 

Devon raised an eyebrow. "Indeed." 

"Yes, I'm afraid I may have made it worse for her, my sudden lack of control in becoming erect as it were." Carlos said with humiliation clear in his voice.

"Carlos, would you like to start that education I mentioned before?" Devon asked casually.

"The improvement of my technique I believe you called it?" 

"Close enough." He stood and waved a hand. He called to Jeannette to follow them and entered the training wing. He opened a door on the left side of the hall and entered a room. 

Carlos glanced at the plaque and then did a double take. "Erection Control?"

"Slave Jeannette." Devon said, ignoring the comment. "Please attend Master Carlos, Slave Mouth." 

Jeannette knelt and removed her slave dress. She had turned and faced Master Carlos without comment. She looked at him expectantly. Carlos looked to Devon who was watching Carlos without any expression on his face. "Devon?"

Devon smiled slightly. "Jeannette is going to give you a blowjob. This is a baseline thing. How long can you last under her attentions? From this, we'll find out what you need work on."

Carlos felt the prick of humiliation, and unlike Geneva, he didn't like it. He shifted for a moment, and then looked at Devon significantly. "Um, are you going to be here?"

Devon blinked twice as he realized what Carlos was saying. "Ah, Stage fright." Devon strode past Jeannette as he headed for the door. "Jeannette, station twelve please." 

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied. In other words, uncork every oral trick she knew. Make him blow his cork, as she blew his cock. She smiled at Master Carlos. "Master, I'll be happy to serve you."

Jeannette considered a conversation she'd had with one of the actors from California. They had objected to the causal attitude towards a blowjob. Lisa had said it was degrading, and she wouldn't be degraded without money changing hand, a lot of money. 

Jeannette had told her. "Actually, I consider it empowering." At Lisa's accusing look Jeannette had continued. "I have the power of the man. His pleasure, how much, and when is strictly up to me. I know so much about it that I know exactly what can and will make him come. I have the power to make it fast, slow, teasing, or toe curling. I have the power of his pleasure, and that isn't empowering?"

Carlos felt uneasy, but realized that this was expected, that he could just get a blowjob ordered to really. He unzipped his pants, and stepped forward. Jeannette did the rest. 

Reaching lovingly into his pants, she pulled out his semi-hard cock, and began to lick and suckle on it. Encouraging it to full erection. Carlos then felt her shift slightly, and glanced down. Jeannette was sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, her tongue swirled and teased his cock. She took his entire length, which was admittedly only about six and a half inches, into her mouth, and then her tongue snaked out to lick his balls. He groaned deep in his throat as he felt the talented mouth of Jeannette. 

Seven minutes later, she swallowed his semen, and smiled up at him as she gently licked his cock as he shrunk. He was breathing fairly hard, for a blowjob. "My God, that was very good." 

"Thank you Master." Jeannette said with the same smile on her face. 

"So what will you tell Devon?" Carlos asked as he zipped his pants up.

"That you need Pineapple juice in the morning, and that you're able to last about seven minutes, which isn't a bad start, much better than some we've seen Master." Jeannette said as she picked up her slave dress and walked towards the door. 

"Pineapple juice?" Carlos asked as he followed her. 

"Yes Master. Forgive me for saying this, but the diet you're used to, with it's spicy food, makes the semen rather acidic. The addition of a fruit juice will cut the acidic flavor, and make your come taste like nectar to a slave." 

Carlos stopped walking and watched Jeannette walk away. "You know how to make semen taste good?" 

"Oh yes Master." Jeannette said as she stopped and smiled at him. "We know that too." 

Carlos followed her and shook his head. "Is there anything about sex you don't know?" 

"I don't know Master, I assume that there are things we don't know, but I don't know what they are." 

Jeannette walked into Admin still carrying her dress and then into Master Devon's office. She knelt near his desk, where she could see him, and waited. 

"Please have a seat Carlos." Devon said. "Jeannette, everything went well?" 

 "Yes Master, and I've already told Master Carlos that he should drink some Pineapple juice in the morning, and he lasted seven minutes with station twelve techniques. Master, I told him that was not a bad place to start." Jeannette reported.

Devon snorted once. "Hoping to lose clothing again Jeannette?" 

Jeannette lowered her head. "No Master, If it is your wish that I wear clothing, then I serve you as you wish." 

"Carlos, please forgive the impudence of my slave for daring to suggest such things." Devon said. "I'm rather tolerant of her, and as such, she takes liberties from time to time that she shouldn't." 

"I had no idea that juice would affect the flavor of the semen, she claimed it would become a nectar to the slaves." Carlos admitted, though he felt some humiliation, he was astounded that so simple a thing could change something so basic, so much. 

"Well, she's right. The flavors can be adjusted somewhat." Devon admitted. "However, she was out of place in mentioning it to you." 

"It's all right." Carlos said after a moment. "I can't be angry with her, that was honestly, the best blowjob I've ever gotten in my life. I also learned something, that I will have to look into."

Devon considered. Turning to Jeannette he said. "He seems to be pleased with you, despite your familiarity." 

Jeannette didn't reply, she didn't think that Master Devon expected one. Devon leaned down a bit and cupped her chin in his palm. "I am also pleased with your performance of a vast majority of your duties. Attend me tonight slave." 

Jeannette had a large smile on her face. "Yes Master." 

Devon dismissed Jeannette and asked her to close the door. As she did Devon turned to Carlos. "We have a little while before lunch, any questions?"

"Devon, I have nothing but questions, where and how did you learn this information? I was insulted at first that you thought you could teach me about sex, but now, I think there is indeed much for me to learn." Carlos sat astounded.

Devon nodded. "OK, the building is destroyed, and now you're ready to begin construction of the new one, the house that will hold your joy." 

Carlos chuckled. "OK, may I freshen up before lunch?" 

"Certainly." Devon said with a smile.

Carlos left the office, and in a few minutes joined the trainers in the Dining Room for lunch. 

"OK, this afternoon. Andre take Diane downstairs, and work her over hard." Devon said. "If we have to carry her out of the dungeon, then that's fine." 

"Sure thing Devon." Andre replied between bites of food. 

"Rebecca, do you think you and Ann could teach a class to Geneva, and Carlos here?" Devon asked next.

"We had her for Ballet this morning." Rebecca pointed out.

"I was thinking that it would be entertaining to use her as a training dummy for Carlos, and teach him about a woman's anatomy." Devon said.

Ann smiled at the expression on Carlos's face. "Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you." 

"I assumed I would be downstairs, observing Andre's time with Diane." Carlos admitted.

Devon shook his head. "No, but if Thomas wanted to join in, that would be fine." Devon said.

"Multiple partners?" Thomas asked.

Devon shrugged. "If you're up to it." 

Thomas glanced at Andre and nodded. ""Sure, no problem there." 

"Read her before you decide, but I would not object to a true DP in her case." Devon suggested. "The point of this afternoon is to wear her out though, I want her good and relaxed." 

"Right." Andre said. 

Devon turned to Ann. "Ann, in two days, unless something delays the final ingredient, you're going to be Queen for a day." 

Ann glanced at Carlos, and then Rebecca and said. "OK, so what do I have to do?"

Devon leaned on his elbows, his meal between them. "Ann, all you have to do, is relax, and enjoy. Nothing horrible will happen to you, and nothing you don't, or won't enjoy is planned. But I can't tell you the schedule that would ruin it. This is a test of trust as much as anything else. Like falling backwards, knowing your friend is going to catch you, but for our lifestyle." 

Ann was obviously somewhat nervous as she picked up her glass. She glanced at Rebecca again, and then steeled her willpower. "When I was a little girl, I was a Princess. Everyone told me so, If I was a Princess, being a Queen should be just about right." 

Devon chuckled and nodded. "Thank you Ann." 

Devon got a phone call on his cell phone during lunch. He thanked whoever had called and said that would be fine. Then he turned to Carlos. "Carlos, that favor I asked you for, the day after tomorrow, please take some time, and enjoy the sights and views of New York City." 

Ann sucked in air as Devon turned to her. "The day after tomorrow Ann, you'll be Queen for a day, and at the end of the day, you'll be fully qualified." 

"Ok, what do I need to do, to prepare or whatever?" Ann asked through a tight throat.

"Don't set your alarm, we'll wake you and take care of everything. We will attend to each tiny detail of your day." Devon said gently, comfortingly.

Ann glanced at Rebecca, and saw a secret smile on her face. "Right, well, I think I can do that." 

Devon nodded his appreciation and turned to Carlos. "I'll arrange a hotel room for you. Dominique said she'd be happy to take you to the clubs, to mix and mingle and make contacts of the people in the lifestyle up here." 

As Devon and Carlos chatted, Ann tried to quell her feelings of discomfort concerning this day as a Queen he had planned for her. She also tried to think about her butt, and why it scared and fascinated her so much. 

Diane on the other hand, was nearly crying in frustration as she picked at the food in her bowl. Jeannette watched her as they ate and then said. "Diane, are you OK?'

Diane shook her head and the first tears broke free from her eyes to run down her cheek. "I can't take it anymore." She jumped as her belt vibrated again and she swore loudly. "God damn it." 

Geneva saw this and said. "Excuse me, I need to hit the restroom." She plopped her tray down on the counter, and slid out of the dining hall. She turned left and almost ran to the Master's hall and knocked once before entering. 

Devon watched her approach him and then she leaned down and whispered in his ear. He nodded and said. "No more remotes." 

Thomas put his hand on the table and said. "Got it Devon." Ann turned her head and looked at Thomas and saw he looked concerned.

Geneva turned to leave and moved rapidly towards the door. Devon waited until she was outside and gestured at the Trainers. As they covered their watches to eliminate any chances for feedback he raised his own wrist. "Diane."

There was a long pause and then Diane's answer came almost angrily through the watch. "Yes?"

Devon ignored the lack of Master, understanding that the frustration had drawn it out of her. "Please meet Master Andre in the central area." 

In the dining room, Diane sobbed as she imagined more torture to come. She shook her head. "No. Please." She looked at Jeannette with pleading eyes. "No more please." 

Jeannette bit her lip, and then broke the rules. "They're taking you downstairs, they're going to fuck you silly Diane."

Diane looked at Jeannette doubtfully. Jeannette nodded her head supportively. "I overheard Master Devon and Master Andre talking before lunch."

The speaker activated on her watch again and Master Devon's voice came out. "Diane, did you hear me?" 

Diane looked at her watch, afraid to answer. Afraid to believe it was going to end. She looked at Jeannette. "Really?"

Jeannette nodded. "Really."

Diane spoke into her watch as she pressed the button. "Yes Master, meet Master Andre in the central area." 

"She's breaking Devon." Andre said. "She was closer than I thought." 

Devon nodded. "Yeah. OK, get down there, and work her over." 

"Come on Andre, let's go." Thomas said as he stood up. 

Ann looked concerned as she waited for Devon to speak. "Geneva told you that Diane was close to breaking?"

Devon shook his head. "Geneva said she had reached the breaking point." Devon looked disturbed as he sat and considered. "I knew she was close, I assumed she wasn't quite to the point yet." 

"Devon, she always waits until it's almost too late to ask for an Orgasm, she always holds out as long as she can before she asks." Rebecca pointed out. 

Carlos watched and was both concerned, and interested. These gods of the Domination world, who put so much emphasis on understanding the slaves, were human, and sometimes misjudged things too. What was interesting was how concerned they were for Diane, and how badly they obviously felt as they realized the slight error they'd made. 

"Yeah." Devon said as he pulled on his lip deep in thought. "OK, after this afternoon, an easy day tomorrow. Make it two easy days." Devon said. "I don't want to run her off."

Rebecca nodded. She glanced at her watch and said. "Come on you two, let's go train Geneva and Carlos." 

Devon chuckled. "Carlos, you're about to learn more about female anatomy than you can possibly imagine." 

Diane stood shaking in obvious need as both Masters Andre and Thomas came out of the dining room. She trembled as they approached. She didn't dare to ask, but she needed to know. Andre approached her. "I asked Master Thomas to join us, I hope you don't mind." 

Diane shook her head. She didn't trust her voice. It would tremble, or she would cuss them for leaving her like this for so long. 

Andre guided her down the hallway and Diane picked up the pace, no longer gliding, almost running down the stairs. She needed this. She needed it so bad. 

Devon entered his office and found Jeannette waiting for him. She was kneeling beside his desk patiently. "I know, Diane's being attended to right now. I know she's at the breaking point. Two easy days, at least, for her." 

"Master, I assumed Geneva had told you. I'm here to report my misbehavior." Jeannette said simply.

Devon listened as Jeannette told him about Diane refusing to answer her watch, until Jeannette spilled the beans about the Dungeon. As she finished he asked the obvious question. "You overheard Master Andre and myself?"

"Yes Master." 

Devon considered this. "There was a time I would have been very angry with you for revealing our plan to a slave. Now is not the time. You saw her breaking, you knew she couldn't take any more. You gave her hope, by revealing the plan for her." 

Jeannette sighed and softly said. "Master, she was nearly ready to give her safe word. She's so good at the stiff upper lip thing, she holds it until the very last moment." 

Devon nodded. "We were just talking about that." He considered for a moment. "She's being seen to now. Andre and Thomas are going to give her a workout."

Jeannette smiled. "Lucky Slave." 

Devon chuckled as Jeannette glided to her feet and said. "Anything else Master?"

Devon shook his head and she walked out of the office to return to her own chores. Devon rubbed his face with a hand, and tried to focus on his plans for Ann in two days. 

Carlos followed Ann and Rebecca to arousal training room. Inside, they found Geneva kneeling beside the training table waiting for them. Rebecca began to speak first. "Stand Geneva." 

Geneva glided to her feet showing the months of training in grace and agility wasn't wasted. Rebecca waved Carlos up and said. "Geneva, you're our training aide for Carlos today. I want to teach him what makes women, and slaves tick. I want him to understand what you and other women want to feel. Your erogenous zones, how to find your special spots and all that sort of thing." 

"Yes Mistress." Geneva replied keeping her attention focused on Mistress Rebecca.

Rebecca called Carlos forward and said. "OK, here we go." Then she began to touch and discuss how each part of the anatomy should be caressed, or pinched, or rubbed as it was appropriate. "One of the things you guys always get wrong is our tits. Yes, the nipples are sensitive, and yes we like it when you kiss and caress them. We like it just fine, however, they're not knobs on radios, and twisting them over and over again as though you're trying to tune in a distant station is annoying as hell."

Carlos tried not to blush. He was fascinated as Rebecca continued. "This part of the breast here, the underside, feels pretty good too doesn't it Geneva?" 

"Yes Mistress." Geneva replied.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 35



Part 35: Queen Ann for a Day

The next day found a relaxed atmosphere at the Academy, and most of the staff had private meetings with Devon during the day. He would explain to each one what he wanted from them for Ann's day.

Devon wished he had more time to prepare for Ann's graduation. With the timeline he'd given though, there just wasn't any other opportunity to do this. In short, it was now or never. 

Dominique had agreed to put Carlos up at the Hyatt for the night. She had reluctantly agreed to foot the bill as well. She had also put a limit on the bill, to keep Carlos from spending every dime he'd paid in Room Service. 

Devon again looked at the days itinerary for Ann and sighed deeply. It should be enough. 

Rebecca knocked and entered when he looked up. "Well Devon, are we ready?"

Devon nodded and handed the document over. Rebecca read it and nodded. "Ok, she'll never forget the day, that's for sure."

"Is it enough?" Devon asked. 

"Sure. It's meant to give her a taste of the slave experience, not the true experience of slavery."

"Tomorrow morning. We begin with breakfast in bed, and run through the list until she's passed out and exhausted." Devon said. 

"I'll be ready." Rebecca said as she stood up to walk out. 

"Rebecca?" Devon called. 

"Yeah Devon?" 

"Can she do this? Run the Academy?"

Rebecca nodded. "She isn't you Devon, no one is. She can keep this place running. Especially if you can give her another year, or two to really get a feel for it."

Devon nodded. "If you ever have a doubt, please let me know."

Rebecca agreed. She knew Devon, had known him for ten years. He always spent time questioning himself when a big event approached. It was normal human doubts that kept him from swallowing the image of himself as the omnipotent Master of lore and legend. 

It kept him grounded, and human enough to tolerate. 

Dinner conversation was somewhat muted. There was no training tomorrow, just one test. Ann the subject of that test was at the table, and so no one was talking. The tension was there, but everyone pretended to notice. 

After Dinner, Ann spent the evening with Rebecca chatting about books and a thousand little things that really didn't matter. Rebecca spent the time knowing that Ann just wanted company, she was not one who could patiently wait for her experiment to mature, she wanted to know now how and what was going to happen. 

Rebecca privately thought that Ann always read the last chapter of a mystery, so she knew how it would turn out before she went through the book. After tomorrow, she would learn to appreciate the building, the teasing, and the anticipation. 

After the Dinner chores, Devon had the Slaves in the kitchen for their briefing. "Much of the labor falls on you, and the difficulties are so numerous as to be beyond description." Then he began to brief the slaves on their duties tomorrow. An hour later, they headed upstairs, snickering slightly at the experience that they get to give Mistress Ann. 

In Jeannette's room, Diane asked the question quietly. "Is this going to be as much fun as it sounds?" 

Jeannette nodded. "I think it is. We all like Mistress Ann, and we all want to do something nice for her. This will give us a chance to show her how much we like her." 

Devon was asleep already; he had to get up very early. 

At 6:30 Chef walked into the kitchen, and saw Devon at the table, with a number of bottles and jars scattered about him. He was stirring the dark maroon liquid and concentrating on his actions.

Chef leaned over his shoulder and looked at the papers he was consulting. He saw what appeared to be a recipe for the drink on the paper. "Good Morning Devon, what may I ask is that?"

"An Ambrosia." Devon said. "A drink intended for Mistress Ann this morning." 

"What in the name of God is in it?" Chef asked looking harder at the ingredients. "I don't even know what some of that is?"

"Herbs, spices, and other all natural elements. Mixed together, they create a drink that will make her feel wonderful." 

"How long have you been working on this?" Chef asked as Josh entered from the basement stairs.

"Since four this morning. It takes some time to mix." Devon stopped stirring and then taking a glass and poured a small amount into the glass. He sipped it gently, and then set it down. "Perfect."

"May I?" Chef asked.

Devon handed the small glass to Chef and watched as Chef sipped it himself. "Wine, some sort of port I guess." Chef said as he focused on his taste buds. "A faint hint of a tang, and a sweet aftertaste."

Devon shook his head. "That's the various herbs that are in it."

"Very tasty." Chef admitted grudgingly. He sipped a bit more. 

Devon smiled his appreciation. He stood stiffly, and stretched. He glanced at his watch and then said. "Chef, we'll need the sliced fruit here shortly."

Chef nodded. "Josh, please get the fruit out and get it ready for Mistress Ann like we discussed yesterday." 

"Sure thing Chef." Josh said and started to open the fridge. 

Devon went and placed the pitcher of the drink in the fridge gently, and softly said. "It bruises easily, and can spoil if handled too roughly."

"It's invigorating." Chef admitted as he held the empty glass in his hand. "I feel energized all ready." 

"Yes, that would probably be the Ginko, and the Maca will probably make you feel a little randy later." Devon said absentmindedly. 

"Master, forgive me. But I thought drugs were prohibited." Josh blurted obviously concerned.

Devon's smile was one of tolerance. "The ingredients are all available in health food stores. They're herbs that have been used for generations to treat various ailments and conditions. St. John's Wart for example, is nature's Zoloft, an anti-depressant. Essence of Jasmine is equally easy to come by, and if you're ever arrested trying to purchase it, the world has gone mad." 

Josh seemed to relax. "Sorry, I guess I'm a little surprised, and probably shouldn't question you."

"You're right to question me." Devon corrected. "You perceived a violation of the hard limits, and you wondered if I had lost my mind. You quite rightly questioned me." 

Chef was looking at the recipe and glancing at the various bottles and jars, identifying them and looking back at the sheet. "Tincture of Maca, Tincture of Jasmine Extract. It sounds like some sort of ancient black magic brew." 

Devon chuckled. "Tincture is what they called it when they put a medicine in a Brandy, creating the Tincture as it were. Today, we put the medicinal agents in an alcohol base, but otherwise, the theory is the same, the alcohol preserves the medicinal agents, and allows the agents to be stored without loss of the active ingredient value." 

Chef shrugged and said. "The rest of them have to eat too Josh, so don't waste too much time on the fruit." 

"Sure thing Chef." Josh said. "Is that true? I mean, about the Tincture thing?"

"Sure Josh, Look it up. One of the most popular in the early 1800's, was Tincture of Laudanum. That was Opium, mixed with Brandy, and dispensed by drops to the patient. Today, we call the more refined version Morphine." 

"Or Heroine." Josh said stiffly. 

"True, but I was thinking of the medicinal, the treatment related uses of common properties, not the more commonly abused versions of the drugs." Devon went to the coffee pot and poured a cup. He sipped it and made a face. Then he took a larger sip. "Josh, you've been here for a very long time, how often have you seen one of us down here, participating in the making of a meal?"

"The slaves, everyday. The Master's, never." Josh admitted. 

Devon nodded at Josh and then took the next step. "I went to an apothecary shop in Chinatown to get these ingredients. I intend to give Ann a very good day, and am using the Ambrosia to do just what I intend, give her a good day. This will, much as a drink of Brandy would anyway, give her a pleasant, and comfortable feeling of well being for a few hours." 

Josh shrugged and said. "I'm sorry Master, it isn't that I was prying, I was just surprised, and… Well you understand." 

"I do indeed, and I thank you for your attention, and concern. It shows you care about us." Devon said. "The girls will be down in a minute for that food Chef, and the drink of course. Breakfast in bed for Mistress Ann." 

Jeannette had the slaves up and showered already. They were working quickly, and quietly to make sure not to disturb the sleeping Masters. Jeannette went downstairs and got the fruit and Ambrosia and brought it upstairs on a silver tray. As she gathered the others in the hall, Rebecca's door opened and she stepped out dressed in a flowing gauzy gown of almost translucent white. "Jeannette got everything?"

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette answered.

"Then let's begin shall we?" 

They opened the door and Ann sat up in bed in surprise and some alarm. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt as a nightgown, and she watched the parade enter her room. She blinked at the slaves and at Rebecca and said. "What the hell?"

"Breakfast is served Mistress." Jeannette answered.

"Your day starts now Ann, you're the Queen for the day." Rebecca said softly.

Ann nodded and then pushed herself up to await the next development. 

Jeannette gently poured a large goblet full of the dark maroon juice and then said. "We have freshly sliced fruit Mistress, and Master Devon's Ambrosia." 

"Ambrosia?" Ann said with a smile. "I guess this is his ancient recipe and it was handed down by the gods that he trained." 

"Quite possibly." Rebecca admitted with a small smile on her face. 

Ann took a sip, and then another sip. She looked at the large goblet glass and then sniffed it. "What the hell is in there?"

"Devon will explain it to you later." Rebecca said. "Now, after breakfast, we'll see to your ablutions." 

Ann took another sip and then munched on the fruit as she found that Diane was brushing her hair out. She was surprised as she ate the fruit that the goblet was empty. Jeannette quickly and efficiently refilled it. Ann sipped at the wine and ate the fruit and then stood to follow the girls to the ablutions.

Ann was a little surprised when they led her to the staff bathroom, the one the slaves normally used. In moments, she was sitting on a stool, and they were lathering her up with a sponge. A real sponge, the kind you get out of the ocean, and it felt glorious. Ann felt wonderful, really that was the only way to describe the feeling. The texture of the sponge made her shiver, and she smiled involuntarily. 

Jeannette began to shampoo and massage her scalp. She hardly noticed as the slaves spread her legs, and began to apply shaving cream to her groin. She was focused on the shape, the color, and the perkiness of the nipple before her. It was Crystals, and it looked delicious. Ann suddenly wondered if it would be fun to nibble on. 

She became aware of the shaving when she noticed that she was feeling a great deal more downstairs than she was accustomed to. She looked down, as Geneva was applying the final touches to her sex. "Hey." Ann protested. 

"Master Devon's orders Mistress." Geneva said apologetically. 

Her nails were next on the agenda, and she watched as her finger, and then toenails were attended by the slaves. The stool wasn't too uncomfortable. But it wasn't a comfortable chair. She relaxed into the attentions of the slaves.

Ann tried to focus and then realized she was drunk, really drunk, off of a single glass of wine? OK, perhaps two, but no more than that. She leaned back and found herself supported by Jeannette who was standing behind her conditioning her hair. She looked up and saw Jeannette smiling down at her. Ann saw the mounds of Jeannette's breasts, and they looked so inviting, so desirable. 

Reaching up with one hand, she gently stroked the left breast, causing Jeannette's nipples to become erect. Ann played with Jeannette's breasts for a while, enjoying the feel, the weight, and the satisfying if naughty thrill it gave her. 

Turning to look to her right, she found Crystal who was smiling amiably as well. Ann moved her hand and felt the tender little nub that was Crystal. It was astounding the differences in nipples, and breasts, and women that surrounded her. Diane was on her other side, and at the moment, leaning close. Ann turned and then gave into the temptation, and kissed Diane gently on the lips. 

If Diane was shocked she didn't give any hint. Master Devon had told them all, several times, that Ann would be curious, and exploratory. She would want to touch, taste, and feel everything around her. She would be in a sort of daze, but one of arousal, and of the alcohol. 

Ann relaxed into the gentle ministrations of the girls, and was soon standing and being dried off. Her sex was alive, it was vibrating, and it was hungry. It was hoping for Andre, or someone like him. Big, hard, and thick. 

As she looked into the Mirror, Ann saw herself wearing one of the gauzy dresses, it flowed down her arms, towards her ankles, stopping about mid calf. Ann took a step closer to the mirror, and felt the breeze flow up, and the light material brush against her sex. She quivered in anxious anticipation. Her nipples were also alive, the gauzy material slightly brushing against them. 

The slaves conducted her down to the main floor, and into the massage room. Ann found each step to be delicious agony. The flutter of the material, the gentle breezes, the slightest breath of air, or of touch was delicate and intense at the same time. She was disrobed again, and laid on the table. 

The slaves began to massage her, using fragrant oils. The scent of Jasmine caught her attention, and then she sank into the glorious feeling of the full body massage. She was only dimly aware of the others as she rolled over and allowed them to massage her front half. She was in bliss as she dozed gently on the couch, the slaves having left her after her massage. 

Ann opened her eyes, she could feel someone there. She looked up and saw Devon. She smiled and reached for him. Devon caught her hand, and gently raised her. Ann looked, and another plate of food was there. She focused on the words that Devon was speaking.

"Ann, can you hear me?" Devon asked.

Ann nodded and playfully rubbed his chest through the shirt. Why was he dressed again?

"Ann I want you to take a cracker, with cheese on it, and then a sip of wine." Devon said softly to her. "Chew the cracker, with the wine in your mouth."

Ann nodded. She opened her mouth, and Jeannette popped a cracker with cheese on it, and then held the wine for Mistress Ann to get a sip.

Ann did so, and then chewed slowly. The food was glorious. It was a sensual, almost erotic explosion of taste in her mouth. The Cabernet, not the Ambrosia, was awesome, the taste's mixed and flowed around her mouth. She smiled and swallowed regretfully. Another cracker followed the first, and another sip of wine. 

Rebecca and Thomas conducted her to the table, and Ann found herself strapped in. She smiled up at them and allowed the gag to be placed in her mouth willingly. It all felt so wonderful, and so damned erotic. It was glory itself, and it was all for and about her. 

Rebecca placed the probe gently inside Ann, knowing she was already so on edge, that the probe would normally not start as Ann was already tensing for an orgasm. Devon had something different in mind, and Thomas tapped at the computer, and brought it up. 

The endless orgasm. The ambrosia and the table made it possible. Ann would orgasm soon, and it would last an hour. Perhaps more considering how hard the Ambrosia had hit her. 

Ann felt the probe start, and she groaned thinking she knew what was coming, and then she was surprised. Her orgasm started in a few minutes, and her mind started shooting little fireworks off. She lost track of time, she lost track of place, and she existed only in the orgasm. During part of it, she was certain that there were hands caressing her, stroking her body, as she strained and pulled on the straps. 

Those hands belonged to Devon and the other slaves, who were watching, and constantly caressing her to help the long endurance orgasm along. Devon communicated by whispers close to ears, and by gestures. He didn't want anything to interfere with Ann's experience, and strove to extend that experience as much as humanly possible.

Geneva watched her carefully, watching for signs of exhaustion, or a medical problem. Her duty was simple, she was the safety, supposed to guard against any problem while letting Mistress Ann have a really good time. This was Mistress Ann's day, and Mistress Ann's personal experience. Ann bucked, thrashed, and even tugged at the straps holding her. She growled and cried and was totally soaked in sweat when she finally stopped moving. She breathed raggedly and Geneva stepped closer to insure she was just in an exhausted sleep and was otherwise all right. 

Devon was moving in a flash. He quickly released Ann as Andre and Thomas helped move her upstairs to her own bed that now had fresh sheets and was completely spotless, Jeannette having supervised the cleaning while Ann was dozing after the massage.  

He stayed with Ann for three hours before she opened an eye to look at him, the Ambrosia working it's way out of her system. She smiled at him and said. "Wow." Then she slept again. 

Later, she woke and Diane helped her to the restroom, and then back to bed. Ann slept the night through, waking to her alarm as usual. It could have been a dream, but her shaved sex said it wasn't. 

Ann showered and shivered under the water as the still sensitive clean-shaven skin was extremely responsive to stimulus. She dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. 

What the hell did they do to me? What did I do? It was awesome, but somehow, I wasn't in control was I?

"Good Morning Ann, and how did you enjoy being Queen for a day?" Rebecca greeted her.

"Becca, what the hell did you all do to me?" Ann asked.

"We gave you some Ambrosia, and merely made you the center of attention, we tried to make you happy, and feel good." Rebecca answered.

Ann sat down gingerly, her shaven sex was really sensitive. "I can remember almost everything, but it's like it was a dream, not real." 

"It was both." Devon said as he entered and sat down. 

"Care to explain that oh mighty one?" Ann asked sarcastically. 

"Later, after breakfast." Devon said. "We're back to training today." 

"So what's on the agenda for today Devon?" Andre asked as he and Thomas entered.

"You're teaching Diane today. You've got her in oral arts for refresher training first, and then Rebecca has her for Ballet." Devon started handing out the assignments. "This morning Thomas, give Jeannette a refresher plug, and then send her to Admin. Geneva is in oral arts. Crystal has a quick ballet class this morning Rebecca and then to the Kitchen."

 "What do you have in mind for me?" Ann asked.

"You're going to learn about what you experienced, so you can understand the slaves better." Devon answered.

Ann sat on the couch and tried to gently cross her legs. She felt shivers of pleasure running out of her denuded sex. "I may kill you having me shaved." 

Devon chuckled. "Tell me you don't like it." 

"I don't, it's too sensitive." Ann protested. 

Devon smiled. "It will grow back." 

"OK, so what was in that damn drink you gave me?"

Devon handed over a piece of paper. "That's the formula, or recipe. It takes about two and a half hours to make it properly." 

Ann started reading. "What the hell is this stuff?"

"Herbs, and some spices." Devon said. "You can get all of them at just about any health food store. The Tinctures are a little harder to find but still not that hard." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 35



"So what does this do?" Ann asked.

"You felt it, you tell me." Devon countered.

"I felt wonderful, on top of the world. Everything was great." Ann said.

"How about your arousal?" 

"I was extremely aware of my sexuality." Ann admitted slowly. 

Devon nodded. "It enhances the already positive attitude, and makes it very positive. It takes the sexual arousal you may feel, and increases it tenfold. It slightly suppresses the inhibitions, and allows you to experience, to feel more than you normally would." 

"It's a drug?" Ann asked confused.

"No, the ingredients there are all medicinal herbs. Take some time today, and read up on them, and how they are used around the world to help, to heal, to treat." Devon countered.

Ann looked at the sheet again and said. "Why haven't I heard of this before? If guys knew of this drink, they would never have a problem getting a girl to say yes." 

"If a girl gave it to a guy, the response would be similar I might add." Devon said. "The Maca in it makes the erection rather more insistent than usual." 

"And on a Woman?" Ann asked.

"It stimulates the nipples and the clitoris." Devon said in simple clinical factual terms.

"When does it wear off?" Ann asked. 

"It has." Devon said with a small smile. "That which is left, is all you." 

Ann groaned and said. "OK, back to this drink, why haven't I heard about it before and why aren't we selling it to college frat houses?" 

Devon smiled disarmingly. "We could, it doesn't change a persons morality or their sense of right and wrong. You were not anal trained yesterday because, and here's the key Ann, you were afraid of it, and the drink would have suppressed your inhibitions, but not your fear. Once you felt me back there, it would have scared you, and even if I was pouring the drink down your throat you would have screamed bloody murder." 

"OK, so the activities were what you planned, to keep with what I'd already become comfortable with, and what I'd essentially already done, except the table. What the hell did you do to me on that table?" Ann said after a moment's consideration.

"I extended the duration of an orgasm. It's called the hour long orgasm, and it lasts for a very long time."

Ann thought. "I thought, hell I was sure I was dreaming that. The Table didn't tease me at all." 

Devon agreed. "We had disconnected the tease, I wanted you to experience the most extreme orgasm I could arrange."

"So I could know what the slaves know?" Ann asked to clarify.

Devon nodded. "Tell me how you felt yesterday." 

Ann thought about it for a moment. "Loved, not sexed love, but really loved. It was as though the world existed to make me feel really good." 

Devon nodded. "How did you feel being washed, and shaved?"

"It was intimate, sensual, not really sexual, but more sensual." Ann struggled for the words. "I can't really describe it better than that."

"Which is why you needed to feel it." Devon said simply. "The experience is a mixture of physical, emotional, and psychological. You can't describe the mixture in words that someone that hasn't experienced it would understand. That's why the slaves can't explain it to you, you had to feel it." 

Ann considered this for a long time, and Devon was patient enough to allow her to consider, and relive the day. "The shaving of my Mons?"

"I knew you preferred to keep some hair, so I left the landing patch. I wanted you to feel the smooth shaven sexual difference, the sensitivity and the pleasant little arousal that comes from everyday activity." 

Ann decided to leave that subject. "OK, so you gave me a day to feel like a slave does, without being a slave. Where in the world did you all learn about this hour long orgasm technique?"

"Unlike the normal orgasms given by the tables, which are extremely intense because the orgasm denial has heightened the arousal to new records, the hour long merely maintains it with minor, the smallest possible shocks, from the straps. When the computer senses you starting to slide down, by the tension on the straps, the loss of some signal or another, the computer gives you the minutest shock to jump you back into it. It's like bouncing along on the waves in a boat." 

"So it's a low level orgasm, which continues for a long time." Ann stated to clarify.

"Yes." Devon said. "In your case, I felt the duration would make more of an effect, than the intensity." He shifted in the chair to make himself more comfortable. "Also, the drink does have one drawback. The frustration would have also been heightened, and that would have potentially upset you."

"So this Ambrosia enhances all emotional responses?" Ann asked.

Devon wiggled his hand in a so-so gesture. "It is designed to enhance to positive emotions, but the fear responses would have been equally intense. They would have been almost overwhelming." 

Ann was looking at the sheet again. "Are you sure we couldn't bottle this stuff? There wouldn't be a lonely guy on the planet with it." 

Devon chuckled again. "It has a very short shelf life, and is very delicate when mixed. It bruises easily, and once bruised, it's spoiled. There is a small amount in the kitchen fridge still. It's leftover from everyone who sipped it to taste and sample the effects." 

Ann considered for a moment. "Ok, so you want me to research and understand these ingredients today."

"And I want you to think about the day yesterday, how you felt being the center of attention, and I want you to apply it to what you know about the slaves." 

Ann stood up and left for her desk in the trainers office. She started searching the web for information regarding the ingredients on the list. 

Devon sent a quick email to Dominique about Ann's reaction to the day as a Queen, and then called to Jeannette to show Ann as a fully qualified trainer as of this day.

Carlos arrived before lunch and was told to relax. His training would resume after lunch. 

Ann came into Devon's office and said. "I've looked up most of these, there are no references about mixing any of these for the kind of reaction you got from me." 

Devon shrugged helplessly. "I can't cure the ignorance of the world, so why should I try?"

"So you're not going to share this with the world?" Ann asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Devon shook his head. "They're not ready for it. They'd abuse it, and instead of a once in a lifetime experience, it would become an everyday thing. Then some overzealous lawmaker would prohibit the ingredients claiming it was a drug, which it isn't, not by strict definition of the term drug, and frankly, I don't care about everyone else having a good day. Only our people." 

Ann considered him. "That was the other thing I wanted to ask. Why is it you don't consider this a drug, but you do consider Pot a drug?" 

Devon pursed his lips and considered before answering. "The intent is a large part of what is and isn't a drug. A drink after dinner is a social thing, and a tool for relaxation after a day of work. The question is how much do you drink, and how much are you impaired?"

"I had a couple glasses, and I would not have been able to find the car, much less drive." 

Devon shrugged. "You were less drunk than you think. You were flying on the positive parts of life, while the alcohol in the wine helped relax you to let the herbs take effect." 

Ann considered. "I didn't stumble going down the stairs, or walking to the massage room." 

"You were swimming in positive feelings. That's all." Devon said. 

Ann considered and then Devon, as per his usual habit, changed the subject again. "Sarah starts her training in two days, tomorrow, we start to test Diane. I'd like to have us all grading her on her tasks starting with Ballet, and then massage followed by Oral Arts stations eleven and twelve for time." 

Ann nodded. "She'll pass those, no problem." 

"I also expect her to pass those, but the next day, will she pass arousal with all the trainers standing around watching her?" 

Ann cocked her head as she considered. "She's not a humiliation junkie, she might get hit with some stage fright. Does that fail her?" 

Devon shrugged. "It depends on how much it affects her." He studied Ann for a moment. "Will it affect her? If you were to bet on it?" 

 Ann shook her head after a moment. "No, I don't think so. She's pretty good at tuning the distractions out." 

 Devon nodded his head in agreement. "Day two will be arousal in the morning, cunt control, and bondage in the afternoon." 

"Right, and then the final exam of the gang bang right?" 

Devon nodded. "Any objections to the schedule?"

"If I did, I wouldn't have written that schedule out." 

Devon smiled easily. "Just double checking Ann." He sipped his coffee and then said. "One of us will be training Sarah, while Diane is being tested."

"Yeah, I figured it would be me on Sarah's first day, since she'll need ballet and oral arts."

"You and Thomas." Devon confirmed. "For the gangbang, I'm considering having Geneva teach her a class, or perhaps Geneva and Crystal." 

Ann shrugged. "Either way, they'll be fine." She stood up after a bit more small talk and left Devon's office. 

Carlos arrived during lunch and was quickly brought up to date on the training, and where he was to be after lunch. 

Rebecca walked with him towards her ballet class and said. "Diane is in final review before testing, and that begins in the morning. We do have a problem though Carlos."

"What is that?"

"Your stage fright. In three days, we're going to gang bang the living shit out of her. If you plan on participating, you'll have to get over your issue with your modesty." 

Carlos stumbled and then stopped. He glanced about and walked quickly to catch Rebecca. "What, I mean, how do you suggest I do that?"

Rebecca considered. "We'll work on it this evening. I have an idea." 

Carlos nearly groaned. "Great." 

Entering the class she took her cane from the umbrella stand near the door and said. "Good afternoon Diane, let's get started shall we. Now, I'm going to run you through your paces once, and if you get them all right, you're released to do chores, or whatever, until dinner."

"Yes Mistress." 

"Diane, I don't think I need to explain this, but tomorrow, you're performing for the Master's, and we'll grade your Ballet, and other subjects to graduate you."

"Tomorrow Mistress?" Diane asked surprised.

"Yes, and none of that foolishness about not being ready. You are ready, and none of that not worthy nonsense." 

"Mistress I…." Diane began.

Rebecca cut her off with a slashing movement of the cane. "I just said none of that slave." 

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress." Diane said as she hung her head. 

Rebecca walked to stand directly before Diane. "Slave, you have Ballet down, you have oral arts down, and every other subject. The testing at this point is merely to check the block so to speak. I would graduate you today if it was in my power."

Diane looked up hopefully, her face reflecting her lingering issues of self worth. "You would Mistress?" 

"Certainly." Rebecca said. "I understand you were double fucked by Thomas and Andre the other day. They said you took it well, what more could possibly be expected of you as a student?" 

Diane hesitated and before she could answer Rebecca began speaking again. "Carlos, did you know that Diane fucked a complete stranger on command?" 

"She did?" 

"Certainly, she performed a task for her Master." Rebecca said. "She traveled to California, you said you liked the movie, she helped line up those people for the movie." 

"She went to California to get the Actors?" Carlos asked looking at Diane with new respect.

"She traveled with, and assisted Mistress Ann. She performed her assignment perfectly." 

Diane had lowered her head, but her smile was showing to Carlos who was watching her. 

"She even had one of the movie people begging her to follow him and leave us." Rebecca said with her back to Diane now. "Apparently she was the best fuck he'd ever had." 

"Impressive." Carlos said, uncertain what was expected of him.

Rebecca turned back to Diane and said. "We won't be tolerating any more of your nonsense Slave, we know too much about what, and who you are." 

"Yes Mistress." Then Diane was busy performing her ballet positions.

After dismissing Diane from class Rebecca signaled for Carlos to wait. She walked to the door and glanced in the hallway before turning back to him and speaking more softly. "Diane has issues with her self esteem, so you have to buttress it a bit from time to time, to keep her happy."

"I remember Devon mentioning that." 

"It's also a good lesson for you, learn your slave, what they expect, and what they need from the Master. Their job is to serve, ours is too, we serve them, by being what they need us to be Carlos." 

Carlos strolled into the Admin area shortly after and ducked his head into Devon's office. He chatted for a while, and then retired to his room to unpack his overnight bag. 

Rebecca briefed Devon on what she believed Carlos needed to overcome his stage fright, and Devon agreed. Jeannette got her briefing and then dinner was ready.

In the slave dining hall, Jeannette ran though the cleaning checklist and then assignments were handled. "Diane, you're starting your final tests in the morning, but tonight, you're helping me with Master Carlos." 

"OK, what are we doing?" Diane asked between bites of food.

"I'm going to blow him, while you talk dirty to him." Jeannette said.

Diane began coughing as she choked on her food. She managed to get control of herself by swallowing some juice and then waved a hand before her face. "I can't do that." 

"Sure you can." Jeannette said. "Just talk dirty to him like they do in the movies we've all seen." 

"Jeannette, I can't do that." Diane insisted.

"Shit, you're just a cheerleader." Crystal said with a giggle in her voice. She jumped to her feet and in a passable imitation of a cheerleader from high school she waved her hands and shouted. "Get it up, get it up, Get it waaaayyy Up!" 

Geneva hooted with laughter and Jeannette even chuckled. Diane lowered her head as she too laughed at Crystal.

Then Crystal changed cheers, this time pumping her arms up and down in sequence. "Suck that Dick, Suck that Dick." 

Geneva almost rolled off the bench and had to grip the table as she wiped her eyes to get the tears of laughter out of them. 

"Crystal." Jeannette said pointing at the seat.

"Wait, I have another one." Crystal said recognizing she was on a roll. 

"When she's done sucking, then just change it to 'Fuck that Chick." This was accompanied by wild gyrations of her hips as she mimed fucking the chick.

Geneva joined in and cheered. "Fuck that chick, fuck that chick." 

Diane looked at Jeannette who was trying to appear stern. "Keep it down Crystal. We'll get in trouble." 

"Ok, OK." Crystal said as she returned to her seat with a big grin plastered. "Do we have a cheerleader costume?"

"No." Jeannette said significantly. She turned to Diane. "Don't you dare tell him to get it up, get it way up." 

Geneva and Crystal burst out laughing again and Diane had to smile too. "Like I would have told him that anyway."

"Just talk about me sucking his cock OK?" Jeannette said as she gave a glance at Crystal. "If you feel like it's working, then join in and we'll give him a double blowjob." 

Diane resigned herself to the situation and sighed, then before Crystal could get started again said to Jeannette. "Fine, I'll do whatever I can." 

Devon turned to Carlos and said. "After dinner, please meet Diane, and Jeannette in Erection control Carlos."

Carlos froze with the fork halfway to his mouth. He closed his mouth, he'd been about ready to take a bite of the roasted lamb, and set the fork down. "You said Diane, and Jeannette?"

"Of course." Devon said between bites. He chewed for a moment and then continued. "Rebecca believes and I agree, that this will help get you over your stage fright. For a slave, this kind of thing is no problem, we merely take their clothing away, and they get accustomed to being seen, and the social ideas of modesty and shame of their bodies and sexual activities diminish over time. Obviously, I can't do that to a Master in Training, so this is the next best thing." 

Carlos took a sip of water and said. "I've always been one and one before Devon." 

"Yes, I surmised that. From now on, you won't be." Devon said. 

"Now on?" Carlos asked to confirm his hearing.

"Yes, from now on, you'll have a witness in the room, if nothing else. They may join in, or not, but there will be few instances where you're alone." Devon clarified.

Carlos swallowed hard and looked at the others before continuing. "Devon." He cleared his throat and began again. "Devon, I don't know if I can do that." 

"Then you'll be living the celibate life while you're here." Rebecca said as she also ate casually.

Carlos looked around the table and then returned his gaze to Devon. "So what do I have to do?"

"Just go to Erection Control, Jeannette will do the rest." Devon repeated. 

Carlos picked his way through the rest of the meal. The dinner broke up and Carlos headed for the central area, and then detoured. He entered Devon's office and found Devon closing up the computer for the night. "Devon, if you have a moment."

Devon looked up with an expression of curiosity on his face. "Of course." 

"Devon, when the company instituted drug and alcohol testing, management had to comply and participate of course, to set an example for the rest of the employees." 

"Standard practice as I'm given to understand." Devon said. 

"It took three hours for me to be able to pee with someone watching me to insure the sample was my own." Carlos admitted in a voice that rang with shame. 

Devon took a deep breath and then raised his wrist. "Jeannette, stand by in Erection control." 

"Yes Master." Came from the tiny speaker.

Devon sat down and gestured for Carlos to have a seat. "Carlos, we say that Master's deserve the privilege of Modesty, however, that is only true as far as it goes. We also must be comfortable enough with our bodies, and our normal functions, to be able to ignore the presence of others."

Carlos shifted uncomfortably. "I'd assumed that Jeannette would have mentioned my……" He let the sentence hang uncomfortably. 

Devon waited and then said. "Size and shape?"

Carlos nodded his head, his face burning from humiliation. 

Devon smiled easily. "About six to six and a half inches, which is slightly above average according to studies conducted on such matters." 

Carlos lowered his head and nodded sheepishly. Devon waited and when it was painfully apparent that Carlos wasn't going to speak Devon raised his wrist again and spoke. "Mistress Ann, would you care to come to my office for a moment?" 

"Sure Devon, be there in a minute." Ann said and then less than a minute later strolled in. "What's up Boss?" 

"Carlos is apparently a bit modest, and that comes from the feeling that his cock isn't large enough." Devon summarized to the great shame of Carlos. "I was hoping you could assist me." 

"In what?" Ann asked guardedly. 

"Could you tell him what it's like with Andre, or perhaps tell him the good and bad parts of other sizes?" Devon said.

Ann narrowed her eyes at Devon and then sighed slightly. "Fine."

Carlos wanted to go to his room, and sit in shamed silence. Perhaps no one would mention it in the morning once they understood how embarrassing this was.

"The reason Devon mentioned Andre is he's hung like a horse. He's got to have nine inches, maybe more." Ann began as she sat in the other office chair. "It's fucking huge, and feels like it would split you in two. There are times when such length, and breadth are welcome, but not every day Carlos." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 35



Carlos opened his mouth, but all that came out was a small squeak. He closed his mouth and looked away. Ann continued. "The average size is average for a reason. The length that a pussy can accept is limited by the depth of the pussy, which while we're on averages, tends to be about five, or perhaps six inches. More than that tends to stretch it inward, too much more, and it could tear and that is incredibly painful." 

Carlos wasn't listening, he wanted to run and hide. Devon spoke next. "Average, or slightly above average, which you have covered, is enough to pleasure most women, who aren't worn out from the monsters like Andre." 

Carlos suddenly had endured all he could. "Nonsense, look at the Porn industry. There are no famous little dicks are there?" He didn't wait for his question to be answered. "No they're all these giant pricked bastards." 

Ann laughed. "I met those people, and I wouldn't fuck them, no matter how big it was." 

Devon chuckled and said. "Carlos, remember your lessons concerning the anatomy of a woman?"

"Of course." Carlos said. "That just proves my point that size matters." 

Devon shrugged. "To a certain extent, I'll agree." He leaned back. "The nerve endings are mostly on the surface. The clit, labia, and mons are all surface. So to stimulate those you'll need your pelvis and especially your pelvic bone to tap her clit."

 Ann picked up the thread. "Pushing her cervix out her throat may feel fine sometimes, for her." Ann said. "However, if you want to curl her toes, tap the hell out of her clit, and push her here, and there." 

"Bullshit." Carlos said. 

Devon raised his wrist and said. "Andre, Thomas, and Geneva, please meet me in Erection Control." Devon said into the watch.

He stood as people agreed and gestured. "Please come with me Carlos." 

In erection control it was almost crowded. He pointed to the table and said. "Jeannette, Geneva, slave cunt on the table, side by side please." 

The two women complied and Diane stood back along the wall, and then quietly knelt. Devon continued. "Andre, please take Geneva, avoid her clit, and avoid her pleasure points. In other words, fuck shallow, and with specific attention to not giving her pleasure."   Andre disrobed quickly and Devon turned to Thomas. "Take Jeannette, and hit every pleasure button she has. Don't miss one." 

"Devon, this is not what I wanted." Carlos objected.

Devon waved a hand to silence him. He turned to the slaves. "Geneva, you're free to come all you want, these are quite possibly the only orgasms you're allowed to have for the next three days, so get all you can, do you understand? 

Geneva nodded and looked confused. "Yes Master." 

"Jeannette, you're prohibited from coming. You may not orgasm. Don't ask for permission, you won't get it." 

Jeannette suddenly looked frightened and said. "Master?" 

"You heard me slave." Devon said and turned to the two male trainers. "Gentlemen, erect."

Carlos watched as both Andre and Thomas grew erect. Devon waited a few seconds and said. "Notice the size, and shape of Andre. He looks like a porn star doesn't he?" 

Carlos nodded and tried to look away in shame. 

"Thomas is smaller, but he doesn't show any sign of shame but that's another issue." Devon said. "Gentlemen, begin.  Jeannette groaned as Thomas entered her and immediately began to swivel his hips and adjusted his position to tap her clit with every stroke. He backed off, and then lowered his hips before inserting while Devon described what was going on. "First, Thomas is pushing her here and there. She can feel that, and here, he's trying to stimulate her G spot. Notice how he taps her clit ring with every thrust, and swivels left and right?"

Carlos just nodded more watching out of the corner of his eye then studying the performance and technique.

"Andre on the other hand, is making sure to avoid those areas, stopping just short of touching Geneva's clit ring." Devon said. 

Ann stood by the door and watched Carlos, and paid only scant attention to the show. Devon continued. "Please notice that Andre is not touching her with his hands, nor all of his amazing cock." 

Carlos glanced at the show and then turned away again. He turned his head back and looked at the two women. Geneva looked bored, really bored. He knew from his time with her that she was a passionate lover. He looked at Jeannette, and she was not enjoying herself, she was obviously stressed out. Thomas's hands roamed over her, caressing her. He's touching all the parts I was told to caress, to strum. Jeannette is having all her parts touched, and she's in hell because she can't come?

Jeannette was panting, and desperate to get away from Thomas, she was trying to shift away from his touch. Geneva laid there and tried to squirm down, to get her clit, or something touched. 

"Slaves, tell me what you are feeling." Devon commanded.

"Master, I'm…." Geneva began. She stopped and looked at Master Andre almost apologetically. 

Andre chuckled. "I know, you're not enjoying this much." 

Thomas smiled. "Is Jeannette having a good time?" 

Jeannette bit her lip and bit hard. She was digging her nails into her palms, and shook her head. 

"Answer the question Jeannette." Devon commanded. 

"Master, please let me come." Jeannette begged. 

Devon shook his head. "If you come, you'll wear clothing tomorrow." 

"Master. Please." Jeannette begged for compassion. 

Devon ignored her and turned to Carlos to explain. "Jeannette hates clothing. Especially underwear. Bras drive her nearly insane." 

"Heels and stockings Jeannette." Ann offered from the door. "One tiny orgasm, and I swear I'll put you in that yellow bra first thing in the morning." 

Jeannette had tears in her eyes as she pleaded with Master Thomas. "Master, please." 

Thomas grinned and stroked along the underside of her breast. "You're highest set of heels too Jeannette, you know how I love high heels." 

Jeannette groaned and tried to focus her mind, but the stimulation was too much. She began to shake as she fought the orgasm. 

Carlos risked a glance at Geneva, afraid to miss much of the performance, and she was looking at Jeannette. Desire was etched on her face, she wanted to be there. She wanted to be Jeannette. The hunger was so plainly etched on her face that Carlos almost felt sorry for her. 

"Thomas, make her come, loud, and long." Devon ordered with an evil grin on his face. "Make her scream." 

"Master please." Jeannette begged. 

Thomas ran his hands up to her breasts, and gently pinched Jeannette's nipples. Jeannette suddenly slapped a hand over her mouth and nose and started to turn red in a few seconds. She pinched her nose and kept her mouth covered. Ann stepped forward in obvious surprise. Devon watched as Jeannette covered her mouth and nose, and was trying to keep from screaming. 

Suddenly she tore her hand away and screamed. "NO!" Then she started to shake and thrash as the orgasm took her across the peak. "God NO!" 

Devon chuckled and said to Carlos. "See Geneva? She isn't coming just from that baseball bat Andre calls a cock." 

"Devon." Carlos said.

Devon held his hand up and said. "That's enough." 

Andre and Thomas both stepped back and Jeannette was laying on the padded table with tears running down her cheeks. She closed her legs gently and looked pleadingly towards Devon. "Master, I tried."

"I know you did Jeannette, but if it helps any, I was going to have you dress tomorrow anyway." 

Jeannette lowered her eyes and said. "Yes Master." 

Geneva on the other hand was looking somewhat frustrated as she closed her legs. She sighed in frustration and lay there staring at the ceiling. Devon walked to her and gently caressed her cheek. "Sorry Geneva, but I needed someone he knew something about."

"Yes Master." 

Devon turned to Carlos and said. "Now, you understand the difference, I hope you do at least. I'm afraid that too many of these demonstrations would annoy the girls." 

Carlos walked to a chair and sat in it. He considered and his brow was furrowed in concentration. Devon spoke after a few minutes. Carlos looked up and was surprised to find everyone except Diane and Geneva gone. 

Devon waited until he had his full attention and then began. "Geneva, Diane. Here are your instructions. Geneva, if you're to come tonight, it must, absolutely must be given to you by Master Carlos." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said hopefully. Her eyes shifted to Carlos and smiled at him. 

"She seems rather excited by the idea Carlos, I think she likes being with you." Devon said softly. 

Carlos didn't reply but noticed the seeming happiness that he wanted to believe was genuine. Geneva wasn't very good at masking or hiding her emotions he remembered yet again. 

Devon turned to Diane and said. "Diane, you're here to encourage, assist, and even help Carlos fuck Geneva. If he wishes to fuck both of you, that is permitted. Hard limits apply of course." 

Carlos turned to look at Diane, and see too seemed happy to have those instructions. Devon turned to go and paused at the door. "Carlos, if you'd rather take them to your room, that would be acceptable as well. Please remember, Diane begins testing tomorrow, so try not to wear her out."

"Wait, I can have them for the night?" Carlos asked confused.

"Sure. But as a Master, it's your responsibility to make sure Diane gets some sleep." Devon said. "If she fails, you will have failed to see to your slaves needs." 

Carlos looked confused for another moment as it sunk into his mind. "Girls, unless he sends you away, stay with him tonight." Before Carlos could reply to Devon's statement, the door closed and he was alone with the girls. 

"Diane, wouldn't his room be more comfortable than this old classroom?" Geneva asked.

Diane nodded and said. "I think so." She had experienced something strange while kneeling and watching the sex. It was akin to the thrill of the voyeur, but somehow different. She wasn't peeking in a window, or through a partially open door. She hadn't been watching some grainy video from some peephole camera, she was in the room. 

It was sort of like watching a porno, but it was so different at the same time. She had watched her friends get screwed, and knowing them as she did, knew that Jeannette was in hell, forced to disobey, while Geneva was also in hell, not permitted to obey. She kind of liked the torment, and the sight of Jeannette trying to fight the orgasm was erotic as hell. Then she understood more fully the wisdom of Master Devon. The only slave not here was Crystal, because Crystal wouldn't be able to stop. She would desperately beg to be allowed to join in, to be allowed to fuck, and to be fucked. 

Carlos looked from one, to the other, and then blinked rapidly. Geneva stood up and said. "Master, if it pleases you, we can go to your room and we're here to serve you for the night." 

Diane stood and joined Geneva. Her step was a bit more hesitant, but her mind was already willing, and her pussy was getting there quickly. 

"My room would be more comfortable." Carlos allowed. 

Diane slid up to Geneva, and bit her lip, and then figured, to hell with it. In for a dime and all that. "Master, if it pleases you, I'll help get Geneva hot for you. I know what she liked better than anything else." Diane slid a hand along Geneva's shoulder and then let her hand drift downward to the space between her Breasts.

"Diane. That's not fair." Geneva protested. 

Diane leaned in and whispered. "We're to serve Master Carlos tonight, and I've been ordered to help him fuck you." 

Geneva gasped and moaned in a single sound as she licked her lip and tried to move away from Diane's hand. 

Carlos watched this, and said. "She likes that?" 

"Oh yes Master. Geneva can't help it when she feels touches here, and licks are even better." Diane said as she moved around. 

Geneva moved her hands and held Diane away. "Diane, no, this doesn't serve Master Carlos." She protested trying to maintain some control. 

Carlos shook his head. "My room, let's go and then I'll decide what will serve me." 

Carlos thought as he followed the slaves, watching their asses wiggle as they walked. Every fantasy of a man could be answered in such a place, and instead of diving into the fantasy, I'm afraid, why? Is it because of my mistakes? Is it because of my fear that none of this is real, or that it's some test that I'm afraid of failing?

"Diane, don't do that, please." Geneva whispered as they walked. 

"Oh you know you love it." Diane said casually. She grinned evilly for a moment. "Besides, I like seeing you hot." 

"Diane, that's not fair." Geneva protested weakly. 

"We'll let Master Carlos decide if it's fair." Diane said and then slid a little closer as they approached the door. "Stop pretending you don't want me to lick you there." 

Geneva bit her lip and whispered back. "I want to serve him, and I forget what I'm doing when you do that." 

Diane leaned even closer and whispered. "I think that's Master Devon's plan, don't you?" 

 They entered his room and both knelt before his chair while he closed the door. Geneva was still whispering to Diane as Carlos turned to watch the girls from behind. They were truly lovely. That was really the only way to describe them. They were friends, and lovers, and slaves. They would obey, and they desperately wanted to please their Masters. 

"Diane, promise me you won't do that. I'll forget Master Carlos is a Master." Geneva whispered urgently. 

Diane's eyes twinkled as she said "Shhhh. No talking in Slave Kneel." 

Geneva risked a glance over her shoulder and said. "Diane. Promise me." 

"What's wrong Geneva?" Carlos asked.

"Nothing Master." Geneva said as she lowered her head to show her submissiveness while praying that Diane was only teasing, and somehow knowing she wasn't. 

"Diane, would you care to tell me what is going on?" 

"Master." Diane began. "Geneva really likes it when you caress, rub, or especially when you lick between her breasts. It turns her on."

"Diane." Geneva said accusingly.

"Why would you wish me to be unaware of this Geneva?" 

Geneva hung her head in shame now. "Master. I forget to serve when that happens, I kind of lose my focus." 

"Devon said you all had secret spots, but he didn't tell me what that was about. I don't understand." Carlos said as he walked around to sit in the chair before the two kneeling women. 

Diane cocked her head. "Master?"

"What is this about secret spots?" Carlos asked.

"Master, that's what we call your favorite spot. Your get hot spot." Diane said understanding the question now. "Some people it's ears, but not Geneva, and others it's the neck right under the jaw. Some place they really like to have kissed and licked." 

Geneva sat mute for a moment and then said in a rather petulant manner. "Diane loves it right there where her neck and shoulder meet."

Diane snickered and then lowered her head. "Yes Master, everyone has one, a spot that they really like to have caressed or something." 

"Fascinating." Carlos said understanding. He had one, and could think of others that his former playthings had responded to. "Thank you Diane, and you as well Geneva." 

Diane merely bowed her head in acknowledgement. Carlos asked. "When is my test on anatomy?" 

"I don't know Master." Diane admitted. 

Carlos nodded. Of course they didn't know, they were slaves and served. He became more concerned with his cock, and wondered how many times they could help him get it up. How much fucking could he do here tonight? "Geneva, slave mouth." 

Geneva shifted forward and opened his trousers. She pulled his already nearly fully erect cock out and began to lick and suck on it. 

Diane knelt quietly, and wondered what she was supposed to say. Then she remembered what Master Devon had been explaining and she began on that thread. It was time to build up his ego, and put his fears to rest. "That's a very nice cock you have there Geneva. Looks delicious." 

Geneva nodded her head in agreement, and continued sucking. 

Carlos tried to relax into the oral attentions, and then became acutely aware of Diane's eyes upon him. It was too bright, which was nasty as hell with one partner, but very disturbing with two. "Diane, can you do something about the lights? It's a little bright in here." 

Diane understood and acknowledged the command. She stood and went to the bedside, and turned on the small reading light, then turned out the rest of the lights in the room at the wall switch. In moments, the room was dimly lit, and she returned to the chair and decided to join in. He felt uncomfortable with her just watching. Now, if she only knew how to join in. 

How to do it? Jesus, I've seen those porno's. I guess we're supposed to share or something. Diane knelt closer to Geneva and said. "Let me have some." 

Geneva shifted and backed off the cock, and Diane's mouth replaced hers. Carlos felt an erotic thrill rush through him. There were two women, and they both wanted cock. More to the point, they both wanted his cock. He nearly came right there. 

Diane pulled back as she sensed he was suddenly close, and knowing it was the right thing for her to have done. Then she licked along the underside and held his pecker gently. "Master, would you like to fuck Geneva now?" 

Blood and desire pounded inside Carlos as he nodded his head. His eyes locked on Geneva. His cock twitched in desire and pure lustful need. Geneva was panting her own hot desire into the room with every shallow breath. She moved quickly to the bed and assumed her trained position. Diane led Carlos to Geneva by pulling on his cock, she aimed it as Geneva's pussy and said. "Fuck the little slut, she is such a whore that she'll be begging soon if you don't fuck her."

Geneva squirmed. How humiliating was this? To have your friend aiming a cock at you, and then it was in her. She groaned in pleasure, and then gasped in surprise as Diane started licking between her breasts. "Fuck her Master, fuck this slut, fuck her whore hole."

Geneva tried to pull Diane away but Diane held her arms as she licked. Geneva's greater strength wasn't brought into play soon enough. Then the passion kicked into overdrive. Geneva started to chant with every short panted breath. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." 

Diane risked a glance at Carlos and saw his balls up and tight against his cock. He was going to come very soon. Any moment now in fact. She stopped licking long enough to say. "Come in my mouth, or come in her cunt. Come anywhere you want Master." 

Carlos groaned as he shoved himself into Geneva, and came. Diane placed her hand on Geneva's mound and frigged her clit ring sending her over the edge. Geneva cried out her pleasure and bucked as electric shocks of pleasure danced outward from her clit. 

"I'll clean your cock Master." Diane said as she lowered her head. Carlos withdrew, and then felt her wet and wonderful mouth on him. He held her head and enjoyed the sensations. 

Twenty minutes later, he sunk himself into Geneva again, and then fucked Diane until he came while Geneva urged him on. 

Diane and Geneva exchanged a glace as Carlos slept, the three of them were on the bed together, and Diane shared a knowing grin with Geneva. They had rocked his world. Who had the power now? They had made him feel wonderful, so alive, so much in charge, and while they could have deflated his ego with a single ill conceived comment, they had instead built him up, making him feel powerful.

Diane curled up next to Carlos and smiled contentedly. She had made him and Geneva feel so good and so happy. This is what being a slave is all about, not just the sex, which was not bad, but the feeling of satisfaction, the feeling of happiness that came from accomplishing the tasks give to you. 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 36



The Vassal Academy Part 36: Slave Diane Begins Testing

It was an accident, one of a million minor accidents every day in the world. A forklift was carrying a pallet load of electrical switches from one station to the next, where they would be labeled with their voltage, amperage, and resistance factors before being boxed for shipment. The forklift operator was turning and brushed against another pallet of similar items, a half production run of much higher voltage and specialized items. 

The load spilled, and when he'd picked up the fallen items, he failed to notice that two had accidentally dropped onto the pallet of the other production run. Two electrical switches would be labeled, and boxed incorrectly. They wouldn't be used for months, but there would be a disaster when they were used. 

Those two switches would be boxed, transported, and shipped to an electrical supply warehouse in England. There, they would be shipped to an oil platform as part of a spare part order. On the oil platform, one of them would be installed in a relatively unimportant part of the structure. It failed immediately, and was written off as defective, with a request for a credit filed to the manufacturer. The only result was that the crew couldn't do their laundry for a few hours until another new electrical switch was installed. This switch, a properly labeled one, would work perfectly.

The second incorrectly labeled one was installed on the electrical line that supplied the pumps that transferred the oil from the drill line, to the storage tanks arrayed along the underside of the platform. When this one failed it was spectacular. The switch in essence welded itself closed, and provided the line out of it with almost twice the amount of amperage, and voltage, that was intended. The recipient of this extreme electrical current was a pump, which went into overdrive, creating almost twice the pressure of normal operations. 

Alarms sounded, and engineers looked to their panels in confusion. One hit the kill switch to take the pump off line. It did nothing, since that button told the malfunctioning switch to stop sending electricity. A pipe that was stressed over it's rated load, took half again as much pressure, and then failed. It shattered at a joint and broke away from the connection. Oil sprayed across the area, and the pipe swung wildly. Workers raced for the valves to shut down the flow of oil manually. The pipe swung and hit a security light. Shattering the fixture, and giving the spark needed for the final act of the disaster. Oil ignited, and what was a bad oil spill, was now a worse oil fire. 

More alarms sounded adding their shrill voices to the confusion, as men raced to get to stations and fight the emergency. One man managed to turn the valve, and cut the flow of oil, suffering second and third degree burns on much of his body. He wouldn't survive the night. Many of his friends would survive, because the fire was now manageable. It's fuel source limited by the heroic actions of the doomed man.

As industrial accidents go, this one was relatively minor. This relatively minor accident however, resulted in five men in critical condition with burns, two dead from the accident, and eight more with non-life threatening injuries. 

Managers and Foremen shouted orders and got the fire fighting gear in action, spraying the oil off the rig with high-pressure seawater hoses, and dousing the fire with foam from other high-pressure hoses. Men donned respirators to breath in the hellish environment. The fire was brought under control, and the managers shifted to trying to save their men. 

Sarah Miller was home, asleep, when the ringing phone jarred her awake. She listened to the description of the accident and then swore once. She jumped into action and immediately packed a bag for her new trip to Ireland, because this was her plan. Her recommendation had gotten her noticed, and gotten her this job, and it was now company policy. The Incident Investigation Response Team was her creation. She was going with the first ever Incident Response Team, and the Academy would have to wait. She did manage to call Devon, just before she boarded the Gulfstream 550 for Scotland. 

The idea was simple. In the event of the Exxon Valdez grounding, there was no perceived coordinated response from the company. When all the players eventually showed up, it had in the eyes of the press, taken far too long, and Exxon had suffered the diminished public opinion since that time. This diminished public opinion had affected the entire industry, and made drilling permits and permits for other oil related operations much more difficult. The inevitable question was always the same. "Will this result in another Exxon Valdez?" 

Sarah's idea was for a scaled response. An oil spill without loss of life required at a minimum an Executive Vice President. An oil spill or fire with loss of life required the President to depart within two hours. With the deploying executive would be a team based loosely on the Aircraft Investigation team from a manufacturer such as Boeing. There would be an engineer who was considered an expert in the equipment and field involved. A Risk Management investigator who would be considered a take no prisoners hard ass. There would be a Public Relations person to keep the press constantly informed of every step of the investigation. There would be no leaks of information from any other source, the Public Relations person would be the point of contact, and would forward all information to the press as soon as humanly possible. 

Whatever Government had jurisdiction would be given absolute free hand in the investigation, and no mistakes or errors would be covered up. The other job of the Public Relations person would be to put the best possible spin on the situation. 

Do not deny the seriousness of the accident, and always state that it is the position of the company and the President to find out what happened, and take every conceivable step to make sure that it never happens again. Stress the safety record of the facilities, and the company. Explain that sometimes, unforeseen accidents do happen in industrial environments and no amount of effort or money can ever totally eliminate the risk of accidents. 

For the wounded, make sure they are getting the best possible care, and for the dead, make sure their families are supported through the compassionate efforts of the company, and make any settlements as generous as possible, to avoid lawsuits and the resultant bad publicity. 

Above all else, keep the families informed and keep someone available to them at all times to answer questions or concerns. A mine accident where the company didn't do this, lasted about a day before the families were screaming at the press people trying to learn what had happened to their loved ones. Keep the families involved in any rescue attempts, even giving them access to the rescue command post if possible. 

Let them know we care, and are doing everything humanly possible to save their loved ones. 

Above all else, do not admit fault generally, but say that the cause of the incident is under investigation from both the company, and the local government. In this incident, Sarah was on the phone with the Royal Navy, and the Royal Coast Guard before the plane reached cruising altitude and getting faxes of preliminary information while the plane raced northeast. 

The next three weeks would be spent not at the Academy, but in the city of Galway Ireland showing the world how dedicated the company was to it's employees, and their safety. She would endure a storm tossed trip in a helicopter to the rig and be walked through by both the investigating engineer, and the on sight engineer who had a bandage on his neck and arm from burns he had received fighting the fire. She would escort four press camera crews to the platform and with the Engineers, walk them through the accident and explain what was believed to have happened. 

The company stock would drop a bit, but only a bit. Due in great part to the brilliance of Sarah Miller in her handling of the situation, and her plans to address such a situation when it happened. Pictures of her hugging and comforting the families of the lost employees were minor news in the English Papers, but only because Sarah had managed to defuse the Press's suspicions of a cover up right away by allowing them unprecedented access to the information as it was developed and asking only that they refrain from publishing until the information could be given to the families first. Her reasonable request was explained like this. "Let us tell them what mistakes, if any, we made, before you go public. Let us tell them what we've learned before you go on the air with it please. They are part of our corporate family, and part of our responsibility to them is to get the truth to them as quickly as possible, and personally." 

Sarah's plan worked brilliantly, and despite the claims of the environmentalists, especially the more militant groups, there was no real public interest in shutting down the drilling and production platforms. The rig would be quickly repaired and back online, re-named for the two dead workers, in four months. The two men's pictures would be in the Managers office, with a small plaque in the control room memorializing the men.

While Sarah was boarding an aircraft in Houston, Jeannette was fixing her bra which somehow never felt quite comfortable as Diane and Geneva entered the bathroom. They started on their showers after a morning greeting. 

"Something wrong Jeannette?" Diane asked.

"This damn Bra, it just doesn't fit right." Jeannette said in a huff of breath. 

Diane stepped out of the shower and said. "The straps look uneven, well at least they look wrong." She fixed one and then said. "How's that?" 

"Better, barely." Jeannette allowed. "How was Master Carlos?" 

Geneva giggled and said. "Seemed happy." 

Jeannette turned from the mirror where she was doing her eye makeup. "Report." 

"Two times, longer on the second, of course." Geneva said and then paused to rinse her hair. She emerged from under the shower and continued. "He was uncomfortable with two of us at first, then she got into the act and made him feel wonderful." Geneva said the last part with a slight accusatory tone belied by the knowing smile.

"Diane?" Jeannette asked.

"I just did what I thought Master told us to." Diane said giggling. "I got Geneva all hot and bothered, and then told Carlos to fuck the shit out of her." 

Jeannette turned and looked at them both. "Master Devon will probably want details. Come with me in ten when I report for assignments." 

Jeannette put the dress on, sliding it over her head, and shimmying it into position. She adjusted it for a moment until her cleavage was exposed and then stepped into her shoes. She checked herself in the mirror, and saw that the lightweight lemon colored dress was right. Her matching lemon colored underwear was a pale shadow under the dress, which seemed to be the idea that Mistress Ann had when she selected them last night. 

Diane and Geneva followed Jeannette towards Master Devon's door and waited while she knocked and then followed her in. They knelt, while she waited standing to keep from wrinkling her dress so early. 

Devon listened to the briefing and then nodded his head. "Perfect girls, absolutely perfect. Thank you Diane, you're right of course, his self esteem issue is similar to yours." Devon leaned back. "When I ask this, understand I'm not asking you to say anything negative about a Master, instead, I want your input to help me train a Dominant."

Diane and Geneva nodded and Devon waited a moment to be sure they understood. "How is his technique?"

Diane and Geneva exchanged glances and then Geneva began. "His angle is wrong, he misses the clit entirely, even with the rings." 

"He's too low to really get the good spots Master." Diane agreed. 

"What's he doing with his hands?" 

Diane shrugged. "I was in the way when he was fucking Geneva, but he was rubbing my back while I licked her." 

Devon nodded. "Thank you, we'll start to address that before long." 

"Yes Master." They confirmed.

"Jeannette, Sarah was called away on an emergency, so she won't be here as we expected." Devon said. "She called about an hour and a half ago to tell me she couldn't make it right now, she had to go to Ireland for work." 

"Master?" Jeannette said. She got a nod that she could continue. "Should I check that?"

Devon pursed his lips and then nodded. "It might be an excuse, you're right." He sighed deeply and then said. "I hadn't considered that. It might be that she is afraid, again." 

"I'll see what I can find Master." Jeannette said. 

"Diane to central to begin testing. Geneva to the kitchen, and Crystal will have a class in Ballet after Diane tests in Ballet." Devon instructed to get the morning started. 

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. 

"That's it, let's get busy girls." 

Diane and Geneva had already showered and instead picked up and smoothed out the dayroom. Diane was unusually quiet at breakfast, and everyone understood why. She was a little nervous about the tests that started this very morning. She knew she could pass Ballet, under penalty of having her skin flogged completely off of her by Mistress Rebecca, and figured she could pass all the others, but still, testing was scary. 

Devon briefed the trainers at Breakfast. "So Sarah's been called away for work, and as such, that allows us to deal first with Diane, and then focus on Carlos." 

"As well as the others." Rebecca added with a wicked smile.

"Ok, after breakfast, we'll start testing Diane. Perfection is not possible, but we can get pretty damned close." Devon again pointed out to the trainers. 

Geneva collected the slave trays and set them down near the sink to wash them. Then she turned and headed towards the dining room, stopping to pick up a bar mop style towel to wipe the dining room down with. 

Crystal hid in the training hallway, watching from the open door to Ballet, while Geneva peeked from around the corner of the dining room. Josh was standing and watching as well. Devon spoke to Diane, and his voice carried and was understandable, if a little low. 

"Diane, your testing begins now, and upon completion of those tests, you'll be a fully qualified slave of the Academy. Our first fully qualified slave no less." Devon began. "Your first test is in Ballet." Devon stepped back and gestured to Mistress Rebecca.

"Diane, this is a final review, it is either pass, or fail. I for one know it will be a pass, because I trained you." Rebecca said as she stepped forward. "You are already in Slave kneel, so let's begin with the others."

Diane moved to each position as directed and the trainers watched her go through each position carefully. Devon didn't see any glaring problems, and then shifted to see how Carlos was reacting. He was absolutely focused on Diane. Devon returned his attention to Diane and watched as she finished all the position training. Then she gave a demonstration of the slave glide, and returned to Mistress Rebecca when bade, and knelt before her by floating gracefully to her knees. 

Rebecca turned to Devon and waited. Devon pursed his lips for a moment. "I would call that a pass, are there any observations or objections from the rest of the trainers?" 

There were a chorus of "No" from all the trainers and Rebecca turned to Diane. "Pass Diane." 

Diane smiled proudly. Months of work had paid off, she knew she was far more graceful, more poised, more beautiful to watch. She bowed her head and said. "Thank you Mistress." 

"Don't thank me Diane, you earned it." Rebecca said softly. 

"Diane, please go with Master Andre, and Master Thomas for your final in Massage." Devon said next.

"Yes Master." Diane said as she stood and followed them down the hall. 

Crystal had ducked back into the Ballet class as the test was nearing completion. She watched Diane enter the Massage room and then knelt to wait for Mistress Rebecca. 

Rebecca was standing with Ann and Devon. "Well Devon, a big change in a few months." 

"You're the best, I've never said otherwise Rebecca." Devon said with a supportive smile. 

"Did anyone but me notice Crystal peeking around the corner?" Ann asked.

"Was she really?" Rebecca asked.

Ann nodded. Devon answered. "So was Geneva, but that's expected. They're curious. Ignore it for today, we'll notice it officially later, and we'll be properly outraged about it." Devon finished. "For now, go and teach her something." 

"What do you want me to do Devon?" Carlos asked. 

"I want you to come with me, we should talk about what you just saw, and what you'll see later." Devon said. 

In his office, once they were served coffee and Ann had been invited to join them. "So Carlos, what did you think about nearly seven months of effort and practice?" 

"She's so graceful, and not just at the test, whenever I see her, or any of them really." Carlos began.

Devon nodded. "Tell me what emotional response you saw in her." 

Carlos leaned back a bit and considered. "Pride first off, and happiness of course." 

"Why of course?" Ann asked.

"When she'd passed." Carlos clarified. "Of course she'd be happy and proud then." 

"You mentioned pride. How did she demonstrate that?" Devon asked.

"Her attention to detail, the poise she had, it was a lot of things." Carlos said flummoxed by the question.

"Carlos, there is no wrong answer here." Devon began to calm him down. "Just relax, and tell us what you saw, and thought about it."

Carlos breathed in. "Incredible effort, to learn how to be that graceful, that balanced as she moved through the various positions." He hesitated. "That kind of attention to detail must come from pride. I can't imagine any other reason to put that kind of effort into it." 

"Good enough." Devon allowed. "Right now, she's giving a massage to Master Andre. After lunch, she'll be performing Oral Arts testing. For now, why don't you go see Crystal, and remember she's a different person, with different strengths and abilities." 

Carlos rose and walked out of the office towards Ballet. Ann waited for Devon to get to the real reason she was here, whatever it was. Devon waited a moment for Carlos to clear the office and said. "Oral Arts testing is live Ann." 

"I wondered why you wanted me here." Ann admitted.

"Station eleven, and twelve." Devon said significantly. "That means it can be you, Rebecca, or Jeannette." 

Ann nodded and her jaw clenched for a moment. "In other words, do I want to do it?"

Devon nodded. "Carlos will be there, as will the rest of us. Is that more than you can manage?" 

Ann glanced at the door and took a deep breath before answering. "I don't think it should be me Devon. I'm not that comfortable."

"Rebecca said she would be happy to, if you weren't ready for it." Devon comforted. 

Ann bit her lip. "Devon, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to relax, and that would affect her test."

Devon smiled easily. "I understand. I'm not upset, or disappointed. You've come an amazing distance Ann, and one day, you'll be ready for that part of the lifestyle too. Nothing to be ashamed of, or concerned about." 

Ann visibly relaxed. Devon never said things like that unless he was genuinely serious. "Any word from Sarah?"

Devon shook his head. "Just that there was a fire, and she had to go and attend to the situation." 

"I wonder if she's disappointed that she's not here, or if she's relieved that she's not here?" Ann asked.

Devon snorted a single bark of laughter at that image. "Probably a little of both. Any observations about Diane?"

 Ann shook her head and Devon asked the next obvious question. "Carlos?"




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Ann took another deep breath before answering. "He's seeing things, and interpreting them fairly well, even if he doesn't really understand what he's seeing." 

"He's seeing the big picture, even if he isn't able to identify the little parts that make it up?" Devon asked to clarify his understanding of her opinion. 

"Yeah." Ann said.

Devon briefed Ann on the night's activities with Geneva and Diane serving Master Carlos. When he finished Ann was frowning as she considered. "Rather aggressive for them." 

"Yes, but it's what was called for. He wasn't going to take charge, he was too uncomfortable with the situation." Devon said. 

Ann pulled on her lip and considered. "Diane saw her own self esteem issues in him?"

Devon nodded. "Yes, and that's one reason I wanted her there with him. She also has self esteem issues and knows how we helped to dampen them, and will do the same for him."

Jeannette stuck her head in the office. "Mistress Dominique just came through the gate." 

Devon thanked Jeannette and suggested that a fresh pot of coffee would be desired. Devon then greeted Dominique and after the usual pleasantries asked. "So how can I be of service Dominique?"

"How is the testing going?" Dominique asked. 

Devon cocked his head and answered. "Diane passed Ballet this morning. She's in Massage right now, and we are doing Oral Arts after lunch."

Dominique accepted a cup of coffee from Jeannette and sipped it before continuing. "Who is she performing with?"

Devon pursed his lips before answering. "Andre and Rebecca."

Dominique said. "Scratch Rebecca. I'll test her."

Ann glanced at Devon and found a smile on his face. "May I presume that you desire the attention of a trained and talented slave?"

Dominique glared at Devon and said. "I am interested in our prototype slave."

Devon grinned and said. "I'm sure you'll find her quite competent and exceptionally well trained."

"Fine." Dominique said accurately reading between the lines. "Yes Theo is in need of training. Yes I'm going to send him. Yes I've said that before."

Ann couldn't help but chuckle a bit as Devon said. "I'm quite sure that he's just been busy."

Dominique ignored the jibe and shifted to her topic of choice. "Now that your apprentice trainer is qualified, may I presume that we will see more of you in town?"

Devon nodded and said. "Actually yes." Shifting in his chair he drained his coffee cup and then said. "I was thinking about rotating it between Andre, Rebecca, Ann, even Thomas on occasion, and of course, myself." 

"Explain that." Dominique commanded.

Devon leaned back. "With one or two students, we don't really need four trainers constantly. So I could go to town, or I could stay and train and allow other trainers to go to town. Assuming that I am apparently viewed as this omniscient Master's Master, who knows all, and sees all, I think that some of the less confident people are avoiding me." 

"So by sending the other trainers." Dominique said to both confirm her understanding, and get Devon back on topic. 

"This way, I give them an opportunity to approach and speak with a trainer of the famous academy, while at the same time, giving them someone other than me to talk to." Devon finished. 

Dominique was silent for several seconds. "I want you in town, at least once a week. The others, as you feel appropriate, however Devon, it's the Master's Master that they want to see." 

Devon bowed his head. "In that case, I'll bring Ann fairly often, so they can get accustomed to her."

Ann swallowed hard and said. "I'm not the Master's Master, I'm barely a Master." 

Dominique snorted. "Don't sell yourself short Ann." She turned and called to the door. "Jeannette, we all need more coffee." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette's voice came from the office. She brought the pot and a fresh cup for Dominique, and after serving it turned to go. 

Dominique stopped her. "Jeannette, get me the report from Mistress Ann that includes her trip to the Bondage Club in Los Angeles please." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said as she turned towards the door. 

"OK, what's the point?" Ann asked.

"I want to quote something you wrote, and I don't want to get the quote wrong." Dominique explained. 

Jeannette found the report in the computer by searching for the term Bondage Club. She printed it out and took it to Dominique who was still speaking. "…. And while you are extremely familiar with our policies, and our techniques Ann, you are ignorant of those who are outside of our facility." 

"How am I supposed to cure this ignorance?" Ann asked tightly.

"By going to the clubs." Devon said. "Seeing the others, and perhaps being invited to observe the private sessions, or perhaps participate." 

Dominique had taken the report and found the section she was looking for. "Ah here it is. Quote. The participants in the dozen or so demonstrations observed used negligible force, often failing to even turn the skin of the submissive pink. When I performed a standing punishment scene with Slave Diane, the crowd was stunned into silence.' I'm going to skip a bit. 'Diane performed both the stripping in public, and the punishment scene perfectly.'" 

"OK, so that proves what?" Ann asked with a defensive edge to her voice.

"What is the purpose of the Dominant Submissive relationship?" Devon asked.

"What?" Ann asked thrown off her train of thought. 

Devon repeated the question. Ann blinked at him. "To allow people to explore, and live out the fantasy of sexual slavery, and dominance, within set time periods, including full time or 24/7 slavery/domination." 

"Why would anyone want to do this lifestyle?" Devon asked.

"For some of us, it's the perceived belief that something is missing in our lives, for others, it's that they only feel comfortable with the illusion of surrender or control." 

"Illusion of control?" Dominique asked.

"We have only the control that is given to us by the Submissive." Ann said. "That control exists only as long as the Submissive continues to give us that illusion of control. If we abuse the trust inherent in the relationship, we're liable to lose that illusion, as the submissive will find another who will exercise the control desired within the comfort limits of the submissive." 

Devon smiled and said. "So if you came across someone who didn't understand the illusion of control, what would you think?"

"That they really don't get the lifestyle." Ann admitted.

"I've met hundreds who would fall within that category Ann, and it's time for them to meet you all." Dominique said. "Our success is further guaranteed by changing the face of Domination. To let the participants know that this lifestyle, while intoxicating, is a fantasy that we dare to live."

Ann rolled her eyes and said. "Fine, I'll go." 

Devon chuckled. "Now to other business." He raised his voice again. "Jeannette let Chef know Dominique is staying for lunch." 

"I've already let Geneva know to tell him Master." Jeannette said from the doorway. 

Crystal was holding the slave throat position, and looking lustfully at Carlos who was standing before her. Rebecca walked behind Crystal and tapped her mons with the cane. "Little slut, look how swollen you are. How many times do I have to tell you that you're not supposed to fantasize about these positions in my class?"

Crystal was holding her mouth open, dreaming of Master Andre shoving his cock down her throat, and fucking her silly with it. She couldn't answer, and hold the position, so she didn't. Rebecca ignored the lack of response and said. "You'll have to forgive me from digressing from our class Carlos. You see, teaching Crystal is an effort beyond description."

Carlos tore his attention from the pixie before him, on all fours, and waiting for a cock to be shoved down her throat. "I'm not sure I understand." Carlos said to buy time.

"She loves these positions, but not for the sake of the artistic and graceful nature, but for the sexual positions they represent. When she goes to slave throat for example, her little half-track mind is busy imagining cocks pushing down her throat. For slave cunt, she imagines a line of men, and women with strap on cocks, waiting to pummel her to death." 

"Ah, I see." Carlos said, but he didn't really see. 

"That has always affected her progress, and continues to do so today." Rebecca said. "Slave, after how many months do you still come to my class and dream of getting fucked?" 

Crystal still holding her mouth open hesitated trying to decide if she was supposed to answer now. The answer was yes. That was painfully obvious as Mistress Rebecca slashed across her ass with the cane. "Answer me Slave." 

"Mistress, I'm sorry, I'm trying to concentrate on the position." Crystal said. 

Rebecca didn't like that answer. Carlos watched as Crystal was strapped into a leather waist binder, and then had a Chastity belt pulled tightly between her legs. Crystal accepted this with an air of resignation. 

"Slave, you are on restriction." Rebecca began as she cinched last couple buckles tightly. 

Rebecca then sent the girl to do some chores and after she left the class Rebecca obviously relaxed a bit. She slid the cane into the stand and walked with Carlos towards Admin. In the trainers office, she began to explain. "Crystal is a pure born sex slave, with a heavy emphasis on the sex. She's just short of a nympho, and could probably be classified as such with only a little manipulation of the results." 

"So this is viewed as a negative?" Carlos asked.

Rebecca inhaled deeply and then considered her response. "More like a hurdle." 

"Why?"

"Let's say we gave her a dozen cocks a day. We could run ads in the newspaper, for stunt dicks, and they all line up and fuck her all day, every day. Does that help or hurt her?" 

"It is what she wants." Carlos offered.

"It's not what she needs." Rebecca said with emphasis on the last part of the sentence. "Part of being a Dominant, is seeing to your slaves needs, as well as their desires." 

"You speak as though we're the parent, instead of fellow adults." Carlos objected.

Rebecca raised her voice. "Jeannette?" 

Jeannette entered the Trainers area and said. "Yes Mistress?" 

"Who picked out those clothes for you?" 

"Mistress Ann picked them out last night Mistress." Jeannette replied.

"Is that normal? I mean, don't you ever choose your own clothing?" 

"No Mistress. I wear what you tell me to, and only what you tell me to." Jeannette replied.

"Thank you Jeannette, that is all." Rebecca said turning back to Carlos. "As you see, our slaves are accustomed to our determining every facet of their lives. From what they eat, to when they sleep, and what they wear, if anything. Of course, our slaves are the pinnacle of the millions of submissive world wide. However, the same applies to your future playmates to some extent. You will decide what is good for her, and what she wants, but you should never give her just what she wants." 

"I don't understand why not." Carlos admitted. 

"Jeannette hates clothes, and would rather walk about nude all day long. To her clothing is uncomfortable, and she truly detests them." Rebecca said. "So we dress her up, and she does just what we tell her, because as much as she hates clothes, she loves Master more." 

"So why not leave her nude?" Carlos asked. 

Rebecca considered for a moment. "Doing things you don't want to, from time to time, gives you character. If we didn't make children eat their vegetables, they would gladly not eat them. However, they learn in time that Vegetables are good for them, and then as adults, they'll eat them without complaint." 

Carlos was interrupted by the sounds of Devon's office emptying and Ann entered the trainer's area. "Hey Carlos, 'Becca. Dominique is here, and is going to take Diane for station eleven after lunch." 

"Really?" Rebecca said with a twinkle of humor in her eye. "Dominique pulled rank?" 

"Yeah, she did." Ann said with a grin. "Devon suggested that it had been a while since she'd enjoyed a trained slave to attend to her." 

Rebecca snickered a bit and said. "Then the pressure's on Diane to perform isn't it?" 

Ann shrugged and smiled as she said. "I'm sure she'll be fine." 

Jeannette was walking across the central area, her five-inch heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she walked towards the training hall. She knew she jiggled when she walked, and couldn't help it. The slave glide, as she had found out some time ago, was impossible in high heels. 

After stopping in the restroom, both to use it, and to check it, she paused at the door to the massage room. She knocked gently and then opened the door. 

Andre was putting his shirt back on and Diane was kneeling and waiting for the decision. "Hey Jeannette, we were just discussing Diane's score." 

 "Yes Master, forgive the interruption, but I thought you would want to know that Mistress Dominique is here for lunch." Jeannette said apologetically. 

"Thank you Jeannette." Andre said. "So Thomas, did she pass her Massage test?"

"You were the one getting the massage, from where I was watching, it looked OK." Thomas pointed out with a small smile.

Andre pursed his lips appearing deep in thought. "Well, I don't have any objections, in fact, I feel rather refreshed." He smiled down at Diane. "Pass Diane, and congratulations." 

Diane smiled back. "Thank you Master." 

Jeannette waited until the Master's were ready to leave and signaled with a small hand gesture for Diane to wait. "Master, we'll clean up here." 

"OK Jeannette, lunch should be about ready." Thomas said as he left.

Diane started to wipe down the table and Jeannette stopped her. "Mistress Dominique is going to be your test subject after lunch Diane." 

Diane's mouth opened a bit in shock and she said. "Mistress Dominique?" 

Jeannette nodded. "It may be Master Devon as well, but it will definitely be one of the guys, and Mistress Dominique for your oral arts test." 

Diane looked deflated. "How tough is she to please?" 

Jeannette smiled. "Not that tough, but I wanted to give you a hint about her. Something I found out a while ago." Then Jeannette told Diane what Dominique really liked. 

Diane nodded studiously. "I'll do that." 

In the slave dining hall, Diane was quizzed about her tests by Geneva and Crystal. "You saw the Ballet, Massage was just the same thing we always do. Nothing tough so far." 

"Yeah, but you haven't gotten to marathon yet." Geneva pointed out. 

"That's the third day." Jeannette reminded them. "Easy stuff is first, then the more advanced stuff starts tomorrow." 

Diane slumped a bit and said. "Yeah, this was the easy stuff." She didn't sound convinced.

"You're doing great Diane." Jeannette said. Geneva and Crystal agreed. 

Crystal summed it up. "You looked like a ballerina gliding across the floor." 

Jeannette looked at the clock. "OK, Geneva you're still in the kitchen. Crystal, you're in Massage with Master Thomas, and Diane, you know where you're going to be."

"Oral Arts, for my final exam." Diane said. Then she steeled her willpower, and stood straight up as she said with as much determination as she could muster. "Passing my final exam." 

Diane turned and walked towards the door, headed for her class.

Devon was wiping his mouth. "Thomas, you're in Massage again, this time with Crystal." 

"Right Devon." Thomas said. "My turn to get relaxed." 

Andre chuckled and said. "The rest of us in Oral Arts?"

"Yes." Devon said. He leaned forward. "Andre, you'll take the place of the male, since swallowing you will be a true test." 

"OK, and then Dominique right?" Andre asked.

"I think Dominique should go first." Devon said.

"Ladies first." Andre agreed with a smile towards Dominique. 

Dominique smiled right back at him. Carlos asked the question burning in his mind. "We're all going to be there?" 

"Yes." Devon said. "It ups the pressure on the slave, knowing that they're performing for a crowd. The question for Diane, can she focus on pleasing her Master, or Mistress." Devon nodded towards Dominique before continuing. "Essentially turning out the presence of the others in the room." 

"It's a test of focus as well as technique." Rebecca explained.

Devon glanced at the clock. "I guess its time gang, let's get to work."

They filed out of the dining room and walked in a loose group towards oral Arts. Carlos slid next to Ann and said. "As the newest member of the staff, I'm presuming you've never seen this either." 

"Nope." Ann said. "No problem though, I helped train her for this on more than one occasion." 

Carlos glanced around. "What do I do?"

"Stand, and watch." Ann said. "Follow our lead, and don't speak unless we direct a comment or question towards you." 

Carlos nodded and said. "OK." 

Devon hesitated before the door to oral arts and silently cursed. "Andre, give me a hand will you?"

"Sure Devon, what's up?" Andre asked surprised. 

"We can't very well expect Dominique to lean on a wall now can we?" Devon asked with a bit of a smile. "Let's grab the padded table out of the Bondage room for her to lounge about." 

Devon grabbed one end, and Andre grabbed the other, and their combined strength was needed for the heavy table. They finally manhandled it into the hallway, and then into the Oral Arts training room. Diane was waiting patiently while Ann and Dominique were chatting in quiet voices. 

Devon stood up and said. "I guess we can begin now. Diane, I apologize for that oversight." He stepped before her and said. "Slave Diane, now you're going to demonstrate your proficiency at Oral Arts, you will live test out of all stations today."  

"Yes Master." Diane replied. 

Dominique stepped to the table and said. "Slave, I'm going to be your first subject. I should point out I will not be amused in the slightest if you merely paint the fence."

"Yes Mistress." 

Dominique then removed her blouse, folding it and laying it on a corner of the table. She unfastened the waist of her silk blend pants, and slid them down over her hips revealing a lace pair of boy short panties in blood red. She removed her bra next, and then her panties. She stepped around and sat on the edge of the low slung table and waved Diane forward. "Come on slave, do you think I want to wait all day for my pleasure?"

Diane glided to her feet and then stepped forward. She smiled as she said. "Of course not Mistress." Then as Dominique started to lay back Diane followed her motion and began to lick and caress her breasts. 

Ann frowned. That isn't part of the training for any of the stations. That isn't part of her instructions, so why is she doing that?

Ann found Devon smiling and shaking his head slightly. She raised an eyebrow in question and Devon made everything clear by mouthing one word. His lips formed a slow and obvious "Jeannette" as he continued smiling. 

Ann understood then. Jeannette had told Diane what Dominique preferred, thus helping her to pass this test. Ann turned back and found Diane licking and kissing Dominique's trim stomach. 

Carlos reached inside his pocket casually, and adjusted his stiffening cock. 

"That's nice slave, very nice." Dominique said in a husky voice. 

Diane could feel the heat radiating from Dominique's stomach, and then continued to lick and kiss her way down to the target. She began to tease the outer labia. Jeannette had given her the secret to pleasing Dominique; she really did like the slow tease. She loved it in fact. 

"Don't just plow into her pussy, build slow with her, make it last for her. Get her hot, and then pump it up, you know how, you've done it to all of us Diane." Jeannette had told her. 

Dominique was writhing on the table slowly, in what Ann would call an extremely sensuous manner. She reached down and caressed Diane's head and said. "Oh that's very good slave." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 36



Then Ann noticed Rebecca who was watching Carlos. A glance showed that he was practically drooling at the scene before him. Ann shifted slightly and kept Carlos in the corner of her eye. His neck was tight, showing he was absolutely focused on the show. 

Ann turned to Devon and when she had caught his eye, made a small head gesture towards Carlos, and Devon nodded ever so slightly. Yes, he had noticed. 

Dominique was shivering now, her breath coming in short hard pants, as she rode the layers of pleasure that flowed from Diane's attentions. Diane inserted a finger gently into Dominique and started to rub behind her pelvic bone. Dominique gasped and said. "Yes, oh God yes." 

Ann shifted to put Carlos back into her field of view and watched him. He was now licking his lips, and panting a bit himself. We've got you now Carlos, you're a Voyeur, and you love to watch. We'll get you over your hurdle with a show for you.

Dominique came loudly, and Diane lapped at her pussy, easing her down from the high she'd taken the Mistress to. Diane finally stopped kissing gently and eased away, allowing Dominique to close her legs for the first time in nearly an hour. Diane was smiling proudly as she knelt and waited.

"Excellent Diane, I know that Andre is anxious to get started, but let's give you a minute, and allow you to get some water." Devon said. 

Dominique's eyebrows went up in surprise as Diane walked out and said. "Devon, if that was to give me a chance to speak privately, I'll tell you the same thing in public, she's quite good." 

Devon smiled and nodded. "She loves to please doesn't she?" 

Carlos shifted. "If I may get something to drink as well?" 

"Sure Carlos, everyone take five, we'll meet back here to test her with Andre in a few minutes." Devon said generously.

As Dominique was redressing Devon said. "We've got his key now." 

Dominique turned wearing only her panties and said. "What?" 

"Carlos, is modest, he's got stage fright." Devon said. 

Rebecca picked up the thread. "He really enjoyed the show, so we'll use it to get him over his stage fright." 

Dominique frowned. "Stage fright?" 

"Yeah, not a problem with us." Devon said. He glanced at Ann and then continued. "We're comfortable with ourselves, he's not." 

Dominique glanced at Ann and asked. "I guess that includes all the staff?"

Rebecca chuckled. "Why Ann has been seen prancing nude along the hallway more than once." 

Devon smiled charmingly and said. "I wouldn't have considered her qualified if she hadn't become comfortable at least with all of us." 

Dominique pursed her lips for a moment, and then nodded. "Yes, of course." She turned towards Ann, and said. "Sorry Ann, I didn't mean anything by it. I just know how up tight those who haven't been slaves, and spent months nude can be." 

"No problem, I'm not really comfortable, but it's manageable." Ann said. "I do push those feelings aside." 

Dominique had clipped her bra before her and now swung it around and put her arms through the straps. "Good enough." 

Dominique had finished dressing by the time Carlos had returned. Diane was already kneeling and waiting for him patiently. 

"Carlos, great. OK Diane, Oral Arts test part two, Andre." 

Andre smiled and said just slightly above a whisper. "I do love this job." 

Ann shifted position to stand closer to Devon and watched Carlos as much as the show. Diane knew Andre, and knew what he liked. She performed admirably. Carlos seemed more relaxed, and Ann glanced down several times. His cock wasn't tenting his trousers, and then she understood. 

She fought the urge to snicker as she leaned against the wall near station four. He'd gone and masturbated between innings, and now was able to watch the show without straining. Or he just really liked the scene of two women going at it. 

Devon watched as Andre grunted and obviously came in Diane's mouth. He waited until Diane had finished licking Andre clean, and sipping all the residual semen from his cock before he spoke. "Does anyone have any observations? Complaints?"

Again there were none, and Devon continued. "Slave Diane, you've passed Oral Arts. Congratulations." 

"Thank you Master." Diane said with more than a small hint of pride in her manner. 

Carlos said. "It was an impressive display," 

"I'm glad you liked the show Carlos, it is instructive to determine how focused the slave is on his, or her, duties to have a crowd watching. Diane did well, essentially ignoring all of us, and just focusing on her Masters, and Mistress's, pleasure." Devon said.

Carlos walked out of the room and followed the crowd towards the office; Diane had been released to other duties, which probably included bragging in the Kitchen to the others, while the Trainers discussed their own duties in the office.

Ann followed Devon into his office with Dominique and was surprised when Carlos followed her in. She sat and said. "Day one is about down, any plans for this evening?"

Devon shrugged. "I don't know. I wasn't planning on calling her this evening, since she's got cunt control and arousal testing tomorrow, along with Bondage endurance in the afternoon."

Ann glanced at Carlos and then looked the question at Devon. He shook his head ever so slightly, and Ann relaxed. Carlos was not to be a topic of discussion for the time being. 

"Carlos, if you will excuse us, we've got something to discuss internally." Devon said charmingly.

Carlos looked embarrassed as he made his excuses and stepped outside the office closing the door. Devon looked at Dominique and said. "Sarah had to cancel, her company was the one with the fire on the oil rig that was on the news this morning. She's either there now, or will be soon." 

"Full cancellation, or just a postponement?" Dominique asked.

"She was pressed for time, she only said she couldn't make it right now, but she would get back to us when this was handled." 

"Sounds like a postponement." Dominique offered. 

Devon shrugged. "You know as much as I do Boss."

The discussion turned to administrative matters, the quarterly filings were almost due, and Devon highlighted the expenses and income.

Dominique returned to the city before dinner, and Devon merely highlighted the day and invited everyone to enjoy the light training schedule. "After we finish with Diane, it's full speed ahead again. We still have Geneva and Crystal to push through, and of course, we have to make sure that Carlos completes his training." 

Waking on time, Devon showered and was dressed when Jeannette arrived. "Good Morning Jeannette."

"Good Morning Master." 

"OK, this morning. Let's put everyone in slave shirts." Devon said. "Except you of course. Stay with the naughty secretary look." 

"Yes Master." 

"Diane has arousal and cunt testing this morning. Have Geneva come see me before breakfast, I want to discuss some medical questions with her." Devon instructed. 

"Yes Master."

"Before Diane's test, Master Thomas will throw a plug into Crystal, and then she'll be in the kitchen." 

"Yes Master." 

Devon then said. "That it for now Jeannette." 

Jeannette took her leave and woke the others. Geneva knocked on Devon's door a few minutes later. She entered and asked. "You wanted to see me Master?"

"Yes. Take this morning, and go over the medical records, medications for expiration dates, all that detail stuff." Devon said. "Also get with the Doctor, and find out about flu shots. Then see if he'll consider entrusting you with those flu treatment things that are out now." Devon said.

 "The Z packs?" Geneva asked. "No problem, I'll call him after breakfast. He'll probably trust me with some antibiotics too. If I don't dispense them without his authorization." 

Devon nodded. "You get the picture. Flu season is right around the corner, and I'd hate for the house to be quarantined for the duration." 

Geneva grinned. "Yes Master." She turned and left. 

Devon looked at the file and scowled. He had read it twice last night, and decided that reading that again would get him nowhere so he picked up the book he wanted to refresh his memory on. It might help him with Carlos. 

Breakfast started with Devon giving a rundown the various assignments and then he said. "Diane should pass this morning without any problems." 

"True Devon." Ann said. "What is the plan for the others while we're giving Diane her Marathon tomorrow?"

"It wouldn't matter, they'd be peeking around the corners at us anyway." Rebecca said with a snort of laughter.

Carlos cleared his throat. "You said I would be participating in this Marathon?" 

"Yes Carlos, and in fact, if you feel up to it, you can have a go at Diane after her cunt testing, since she's normally ready for a good time afterwards." Devon said. "In fact, after her cunt rippling test, if you want to I'll make it part of her test." 

Carlos blinked and said. "I was asking to find out what you wanted from me." 

Devon shrugged. "I would ask nothing more from you than you're prepared to deliver." 

Carlos glanced at the rest of the table and clenched his jaw. "Fine. Do you expect me to get and maintain an erection in front of a fucking audience?" 

Rebecca said. "Yes." 

"How?" Carlos asked surprised that Rebecca would answer.

"The same way you did yesterday Carlos, by enjoying the show." Rebecca said. Devon tried to gesture her to back off, but she ignored him. "Carlos, you can deny it, but we all saw it, and you were harder than woodpecker lips while Diane was testing on Dominique."

 Andre snickered and asked. "Woodpecker lips?" 

Rebecca shrugged. "All we can do is invite you to take that prick out of your pocket, and stick it into an available hole on Diane." 

Carlos felt his face burning. "Rebecca it's not that easy." 

"What, fucking isn't that easy?" Rebecca asked. "Always seemed pretty easy to me. Just shove it in somewhere, just about anywhere, and I'm happy." 

Carlos was burning red with humiliation. "I can't just do that." 

"Carlos." Ann said softly. When he had turned to face her she said. "Relax. Just think of it this way. What you have, whatever size, shape, or whatever. It was given to you by your Creator, if you're religious, or by the vagaries of Genetic influence if you're not. You should not be ashamed of anything you have no control over." 

Carlos felt his face burning and he nodded noncommittally. He now expected to be absent when they tested Diane. 

Devon sighed tolerantly and said. "My staff's opinions aside. You are free to participate, or not as you feel comfortable doing Carlos." 

Carlos nodded his thanks and mumbled something along those lines as he stood up from the table. The others followed his example and started towards the training wing. Geneva was in the aide station and had the files spread across the desk as she made notes on a pad of paper.

The gaggle of people entered the cunt training room and Devon took control of the assembly. "Trainers, we're here to test Diane. Diane, this is an arousal test, and a cunt test. We'll start with you up on the table please." Devon gestured and Diane moved to obey.

She was laying comfortably on the table and Devon sat near her head. "Diane, tell me about your favorite fantasy. The one you use to get yourself ready on command."

Diane glanced at the crowd and said. "Master, I use one of you, usually Master Thomas, to prepare myself." 

Devon smiled easily and said. "He's kind and gentle isn't he?" 

"Yes Master." Diane agreed with a small smile.

"What fantasy do you like with him?" Devon asked. "Whips and chains? Tell me, be specific." 

"Master." Diane began. She blushed slightly and then said. "I just imagine Master Thomas. Him tying me up, helpless before him. His hands running over me, his mouth on my tits. His hand spanking me, or pinching me." She shrugged. "It's a little different every time. It's hard to explain, but part of me thinks of Master Thomas, or Andre, or even you Master." 

Devon smiled. "Thank you Diane, that's very flattering." He caressed her hair gently and said. "Are you ready for a Master now Slave?" 

"Yes Master." Diane said. 

"Show me." Devon said. 

Diane spread her legs wide to show her swollen sex. She hesitated and said. "Master, I wasn't exactly unready when I came in." 

Devon chuckled. "I didn't figure you would be dreading this. We try to make it pleasurable for you for that reason." 

Diane's smile returned as she looked up at Devon. "Thank you Master." 

"Now, we want to see you ripple the probe, and while you are, I want you to tell me your favorite fantasy. In as much detail as possible." 

Thomas slid the probe in position, and then affixed the straps to hold it in. Diane began to ripple as she glanced at the screen to make sure she had the pattern the way the computer wanted. "Master Thomas calls me to his room. To attend his needs." Diane began. Her eyes lost a little focus as she dove into the fantasy. "He examines me, looking at all I have, and he likes it. He pinches my nipples playfully, and tells me I'm to serve him, and I may come only at his command." 

Ann glanced at Carlos and saw him focused on Diane and didn't see the full tenting yet. 

Diane continued. "He orders me to kneel before him, to assume slave mouth. His cock grows hard as I suck it. It feels so nice, even in this he's somehow gentle Master." Diane glanced at Devon to see that he understood and got a nod in return. She picked up the thread. "Then I'm ordered to his bed, and he shoves his cock into me. Master, you feel like a real shave that way, when he just slides it in without any attention to your feelings. He's not asking permission, he's just putting it in." 

"You like that? Feeling like a real slave?" 

 Diane nodded. "Oh yes Master. This is where I have always belonged. I just didn't know it. Master Thomas fucks me, he fucks me doggy style, cunt two, and cunt one. Then he orders me on top, so he can lay back and enjoy the show of me fucking him." She blushed slightly and looked at Thomas. "I kind of think, or at least I like to think, he likes to look at me." 

Devon smiled supportively. "You're a very attractive woman, and an excellent slave, we all like to look Diane." He leaned closer. "I even like to have you attend me." 

Diane smiled. "Yes Master. That's a variation. Ordered to attend you, or Master Andre." She realized she'd left the Mistress' out. "Oh and Mistress Ann and Rebecca too Master." 

Devon grinned at her. "You know there are no wrong answers in arousal." He glanced at the monitor and nodded. "You're rippling that wonderfully." Turning to Andre. "Any objections Master Andre?"

"None Master Devon." Andre said. 

"Anyone object to considering her a pass?" Devon asked. 

 The Chorus was again heard with no objections. Devon leaned down. "Normally, we fuck you after arousal training don't we?" 

Diane smiled showing her anticipation for this. "Yes Master." 

"Kind of a fun way to start the day isn't it?" Devon asked.

"Yes Master. It is fun." Diane agreed. 

Carlos saw her chest, it was flushed with arousal. Her eyes were sparkling. He licked his lips and turned towards the door to excuse himself. Rebecca stopped him with a hand on his chest. She glanced at Thomas and he removed the probe from Crystal. Rebecca gently pushed him back towards the foot of the table. Diane's legs were in the stirrups, held aloft, and out of the way of the probe. 

Carlos started to object and Rebecca placed her fingers across his lips. "Look at me Carlos, don't think about anything but me and Diane. She wants your cock. She is looking forward to it."

Diane nodded seriously as Carlos glanced at her. He said. "No, I can't."

Rebecca had pushed him back slowly insistently toward the foot of the table until he was only a step or two from Diane's waiting and wet sex. Rebecca lowered her hands, and while maintaining eye contact with Carlos, opened the fly of his loose fitting trousers. She reached inside and found his cock, rigid, and ready. It was already leaking a drop of pre-come as she freed it from where it was trapped. She aimed it at Diane as she gently stroked it. Always looking at Carlos, she pulled him forward, and softly said. "Fuck her Carlos, fuck her brains out. Fuck her silly. Give her the reward of her excellent service, give her what she wants, fuck her." 

Rebecca was softly chanting this over and over again as Carlos took a step, and then a second one. Then he was lined up and then, with one half step, he was inside Diane's warm wetness. He began to slide in and out of Diane and Ann joined the effort to assist Carlos and put her hands on his hips. "Swing your hips, like this, watch her react." 

Diane arched her back as his pelvis rubbed her clit ring. She moaned slightly and softly said. "Yes." 

"See Carlos, she likes your cock. She likes it just fine." Ann whispered. "Bump her clit, with your pelvis, her ring makes it so easy." 

Carlos shifted and saw the immediate response change in Diane. She moaned and began to pant. 

"She'll beg you for her Orgasm soon. Touch her, she belongs to you. She's your property. Touch her Carlos." Rebecca said from his other side. "Possess her." 

Carlos increased his speed, his eyes locked on Diane as the two voices worked on his mind. "Fuck her. She's yours." Ann said in agreement.

"Master, please. Let me come." Diane begged. She was twitching as she approached the point of no return. 

"Tell her no, make her beg more." Rebecca said in his ear as she helped Ann swivel his hips. "Go deep and command her no." 

"No." Carlos said in a guttural grunt. It was obvious he was close himself. 

Diane gasped in beautiful agony. "Master, please let your slave come." 

"Listen to her begging you for her orgasm. Listen to her tell you how much she likes you fucking her by begging." Ann said.

"Tell her she may not come yet. Make her beg one more time." Rebecca said in his other ear. 

 Carlos's breathing had become ragged and his thrusts were punctuated by irregular twitching and jerking as he gripped her hips and slammed himself into Diane. Sweat was glistening on his forehead and his face. He grunted and it might have been no. Diane assumed it was and nearly shrieked. "Master, please, I can't hold out. Please let me come. Please let me come."

Carlos shouted his own orgasm to the room. "Si, Madre' De Dios. Si!" 

"Come for him now Diane." Rebecca commanded. 

Diane ground down and let it go. She cried out her pleasure and her pussy gripped Carlos in it's velvet fist. She could feel him pulsing inside. Giving her his seed. 

Carlos almost collapsed across her, Rebecca leaned down. "Excellent Carlos, wonderful job. I'm very impressed. Perhaps later it could be you, and I." 

Carlos looked at her surprised. Before he could answer Ann said. "I was going to suggest that 'Becca." 

"Oh we both have time." Rebecca agreed. "No reason for the slaves to have all the fun of fucking him." 

Ann walked from the class ten minutes later and as she and Rebecca walked upstairs she leaned closer. "The male ego is a really pathetically fragile thing isn't it?" 

"At times." Rebecca agreed. "Once we had him in the lust trance he was really in the spirit wasn't he?"

"Is that what you call it? The Lust Trance?" Ann asked. 

"You felt it, when we put you on the table, what would you call it?"

Ann stopped and looked over the railing towards the central area. She thought back. Reaching up to feel Devon's chest, not understanding why he was dressed. The confusion, the desire, the willingness to do whatever to feel the joy of coupling. Rebecca leaned on the railing next to her. "Yeah." Ann finally said. "Lust trance. Not a bad name for it." 

"Yeah." Rebecca agreed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to wash Carlos off my hands before lunch."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 36



Ann snickered. "Yeah. He does like a good show of a woman in heat doesn't he?" 

Diane finished cleaning the cock that had been in her and looked up at him from the padded table top. "Thank you Master. That was wonderful." 

Carlos grinned like a little boy as he said. "I really enjoyed it myself." 

He zipped his pants up and turned to leave, and finally noticed the classroom was empty. They had all left while he was being cleaned. He hadn't noticed, he was just enjoying the moment. Perhaps that's how you get over it. You just enjoy the moment. 

Diane swung her legs out of the stirrups and then stood up. She glanced at the clock and then headed towards the kitchen. They'd clean up the room later. She was hungry, and had a big afternoon. 

Master Andre was giving her a workout. Subspace here I come.



The Vassal Academy Ch. 37



Devon sighed and nodded. "That's the story, she can't get to subspace, because she can't relax into the pain, she just starts to perpetually orgasm instead."

Rebecca entered the office and grunted. "Damn it, you always forget to tell me you're breaking out the booze."

Devon chuckled and pointed. Rebecca stepped to the cabinet and reached under the counter to a concealed fridge that was there. She took several ice cubes out of a tray and placed them in a shaker. She added Gin and said. "I'm going to show you how to make a proper Martini Carlos. First, add the Gin, and the ice. Then add the proper amount of Vermouth." She took the cap off the bottle of Vermouth and waved it once over the shaker. "Not too much now, it will ruin the drink otherwise."

Carlos laughed along with the others and said. "It looks like a chilled glass of Gin."

Rebecca turned and gave him a superior look. "That is what you think, the Vermouth makes it a Martini."

Rebecca strained it into a glass and added an Olive from a jar in the fridge. She sipped it and announced. "Perfect."

Devon chuckled and shook his head. "My staff demands perfection in everything they do."

Carlos smiled and returned to the subject. "So Crystal, if you can't graduate without subspace, what are you going to do with her?"

Devon shrugged. "I don't know yet."

"We'll pass her." Ann said while shifting to make room for Rebecca on the couch.

"We will?" Devon asked.

"The American With Disabilities Act says we will." Ann said with a small smile. "We're not allowed to punish someone because of a disability, or deny them opportunity."

Devon let out a bark of laughter and said. "Disability?"

Ann cocked her head. "Pain arousal conversion is a psychiatric condition isn't it?"

Devon waved his hand in a so-so manner, and then gestured for Ann to continue. "It's not possible for her to set that aside. She can't enter subspace, because she can't sink into and relax into the pain. It's simply not possible."

"Ok, so you're saying we should pass her anyway?" Devon asked.

"Devon, if that is the only thing holding her back, then yes, pass her anyway." Ann turned to Rebecca. "Right?"

Rebecca was sipping her drink. She paused and then shrugged. "Unless we think that she'll eventually stop being who she is, we have to pass her."

Devon pursed his lips in consideration. "Let's set that aside for the moment. It's not something that we need to decide now."

Ann held her glass out to Rebecca who touched the rim with her own. "We got him, he'll pass her anyway."

Rebecca laughed and said. "I've always said he was a big softie."

Devon sighed and said. "So subspace is the demonstrated achievement of the discipline that goes into the lifestyle Carlos."

Carlos nodded seriously. "I can see that."

Geneva stuck her head around the corner and found Diane sitting at the table, resting her head on her arm, and for all intents and purposes, asleep. She ducked back in the kitchen and said. "Josh, when can we have a bowl up for Diane?"

"Anytime really. Is she all right?"

"Yeah." Geneva said. "It just takes a lot out of you is all."

Josh nodded knowingly and quickly put a bowl together. Chef put a bowl of fruit on her tray and an extra slice of bread.

Geneva took it to Diane and woke her gently. "You have to eat something Diane, you still have a test in the morning, and you'll need your energy."

Diane rubbed her eyes for a second and nodded. She started to eat, and then picked up speed. She was hungry.

Geneva sat with her and helped keep her awake by talking to her and chatting about all sorts of things. Diane finished and blinked her eyes tiredly. "Go on to bed Diane, we'll take care of everything."

Diane thanked Geneva and then headed for the stairs. She found it was tough to climb them, but that was about normal after a session in the Dungeon. She collapsed into bed, and only half heartedly covered herself with the blanket. She was asleep ten seconds after closing her eyes.

Devon was just starting his own dinner with the Master's as Diane collapsed into bed. "OK, Diane's final day of tests is tomorrow, and ladies, make sure you pick good ones to use on her."

"I'll bring Clifford." Rebecca said as she bit into her first bite of food.

"No you won't." Ann said. "That damn thing would kill her."

"Clifford is Rebecca's pet Dildo." Andre explained. "It's huge, and to the best of my knowledge, never been used on anyone."

"It scares the hell out of the girls though." Rebecca said grinning.

Carlos nodded his understanding. "I see, a psychological fuck, instead of a physical."

Rebecca grinned and nodded. "I see you've learned. The mind Carlos, is where we try to possess them."

"I think Clifford would be counter productive." Devon said. "Perhaps some other time."

Rebecca grinned and nodded. "Right Devon, she'll be intimidated enough as it is."

Devon nodded. "Let's not forget, Diane is a wallflower, no matter how much progress we've made, she's still got low self esteem issues. So don't get too carried away if you're talking to her. Don't make the mistake of calling her worthless, or anything like that."

Ann looked at Carlos, and then at Devon. "Worried Devon?"

Devon nodded. "A Gangbang is not something to take lightly." He sighed. "Diane has had four major fears here. First that she wasn't good enough, then her self esteem, then the anal. This is her last fear."

"How do you know that?" Carlos asked.

Devon gestured towards Andre who took the question. "Part of their arousal training. We explore their minds, and examine their fantasies. This way, we can find out what turns them on, and what doesn't. We give them different ideas, and see how they react."

Thomas picked it up. "She's always had a fear reaction to the image of the Gangbang. It scares her. She's afraid of it."

"Exactly." Andre said nodding his head. "She's afraid of it, and if we don't do it right tomorrow, we'll reinforce that fear, instead of diminishing it."

"Which means we have to pay close attention to her zones." Devon said.

"Her neck, near the shoulder." Carlos said with a lit up expression on his face.

"How the hell did you learn that?" Ann asked obviously surprised.

"When I was with her, and Geneva, she told me Geneva's spot, and Geneva told me hers. She called it the secret spot." Carlos explained on for a moment.

Devon smiled. "I'm glad you remembered. When you have the chance, work it with your hands, your mouth, anything really."

Ann didn't allow her inner discomfort to show. She'd been seen nude by everyone at this table, besides Carlos, on more than one occasion. Some of them, it had been several times over the last few months. However, it had always been one on one. Her limited experience with multiple partners was one disaster, with Andre and Suzanne which resulted in Andre getting his ass kicked. One good experience, with Devon and Crystal.

Otherwise, she had been a viewer, but not a participant. She stopped her revery long enough to notice Devon watching her. He said. "Ann, if you have a few minutes after dinner, I'd like to go over some long term plans with you."

Ann blinked for a moment and then nodded. "Sure Devon."

In his office, after dinner, she accepted a dollop of Brandy in a large snifter. She sipped at the whiskey and crossed her legs. "So what is it Devon?"

"Are you all right?"

"Sure, why?"

"Ann." Devon began and then he sipped his own drink. "Forgive me, but you've seemed instantly uncomfortable whenever the discussions have settled on Diane, and I wanted to make sure you were OK with this before tomorrow."

Ann set her glass down. "Am I that transparent?"

Devon smiled sportively. "Not at all. It's just that I know you fairly well, and have made a practice of reading tiny signs that others might well miss."

Ann sat for a moment and said. "I'm scared."

Devon nodded and waited. Ann took another sip of the drink and then said. "Devon, I've been with all of you, and I'm comfortable with that."

"Is it Carlos?"

Ann shook her head. "Not really." She waved a hand. "I'm comfortable with myself, but there is something about this that makes me nervous."

Devon nodded. "Understandable. Believe me when I say, there is nothing to it."

Ann snorted. "Sure, I'm going to be in a gang bang tomorrow, no problem."

Devon chuckled at Ann's sarcasm and then got a bit more serious. "Would you prefer to go to town? I could send you now, and you could spend the night there with Dominique."

Ann sighed. "Diane is expecting all of us isn't she?"

Devon shrugged. "A few short minutes into the test and she'll be too busy to notice who is where, or if someone is missing."

Ann sat for a moment. "It's expected so I have to do it."

Devon sipped at his drink and took a moment to savor the flavors of the Brandy. Then he swallowed and spoke. "Our sense of duty, your sense of duty, is very strong Ann."

"Why do I feel uncomfortable about being nude before everyone? They've all seen me, you've all seen me."

Devon smiled. "Ann, you're human. You've spent your entire life before you came here with the idea that you must cover yourself. Especially in public." Devon waved a hand to show it didn't really matter. "So you've come here, and you've become reasonably comfortable, in private, with your nudity. However, tomorrow is essentially public, despite it being in the house we control."

Ann considered. "It's the setting, more than the nudity?"

Devon nodded. "Yes, and that's all you have to remind yourself of."

Ann shifted a bit and said. "Devon, what would you have done if I had said I couldn't do it? What would you have said to Diane, or Dominique."

Devon smiled gently. "I would have told Diane you were called away by our glorious leader, not in those words, and I would have told Dominique that you were going there to meet future clients."

"You would have lied?" Ann asked surprised.

Devon shrugged. "There are many truths, and although focusing on one, may be a bit of a lie." He sighed. "It's a lie, and it isn't."

Ann laughed at his discomfort. "So you would eventually tell Dominique the truth."

Devon nodded. "Yes, and I'd just tell her that it was a bit more than you were capable of, but not all that important in my opinion."

Ann swirled the remaining drink in the glass and then raised it to her lips. She lowered the glass after a small sip and said. "Devon, I think I can do this, without any real problem. After all, for the most part, all I have to do is strap up and plow in when one of you is resting."

Devon nodded a bit. "That's it for you."

"Will Carlos participate?"

Devon shrugged. "I think so, but it's a close thing. He may shy away when he see's the rest of us."

Ann considered. "Andre."

Devon nodded. "He's rather impressive."

Ann sighed. "He's inhuman. That thing is huge."

Devon nodded. "He's extraordinary all right."

Ann rolled the drink around in her glass and then finished it with one large swallow. She moved to the cabinet and poured another portion into the glass. "I've gotten used to this stuff, it's pretty good."

"It's nice to relax with your peers after a hard days work." Devon said.

Ann turned around and said. "Devon, how bad will it be tomorrow?"

Devon pursed his lips and considered. "It will probably last an hour and a half or so. She'll be close to exhaustion by then. She'll have two and three in her most of the time, and she'll have hands all over her."

"Why?" Ann asked the question that was bothering her.

"It's the most degrading thing we do here." Devon began as he also stood to get another serving of Brandy. Ann poured it into his glass and he stepped back and leaned on his desk, resting his ass on it's edge. "It's the absolute maximum we expect of a student."

"No, I mean, I can understand an orgy." Ann said. She grimaced and said. "Sort of."

Devon smiled and gestured for her to continue. After a moments hesitation, Ann did. "But everyone fucking one, it just seems so depraved."

Devon nodded. "Yes, in a way it is."

"Why?"

"Tradition is a part of it. An extreme activity to show they've reached the goal, and of course, the final test. Will she keep her submissive traits through it?"

Ann finished her drink and walked to the chair. Placing her hands on it's back, she groaned inwardly. "I guess I better get to bed, I have a gang bang in the morning, and I wouldn't want to look tired for it."

"See you in the morning Ann." Devon said.

He took their glasses to the kitchen and rinsed them out. He set them on the counter and then went upstairs himself. Taking a moment to listen in the hallway, he could barely make out a TV coming from the dayroom, and he turned towards his own door. He knew they were not paying enough attention to the other slaves, and he knew there was no way around it. Diane had to come first right now. After her final, they could start to show some more attention towards Geneva and Crystal.

Ann was dressed in her oversized shirt for bed. She finished her nightly routine and then sat on the edge of her bed. She checked her coffee pot, and her alarm. Both were ready. She lay down and covered herself and then tried to sleep.

Ann sighed and sat back up after twenty minutes of staring at the wall. She growled her frustration out and decided that she needed to do something to really exhaust herself.

She put on some shorts and a sports bra before she walked down to the gym. She found Andre inside lifting weights. "Hey Andre."

"Hello Ann." Andre answered.

"Strange time for you to be working out." Ann pointed out.

"I work out when I can. I was busy today, so it's now." Andre said as he flexed his arms across his chest and settled before grabbing the bar again. He started doing reps on the bench press as he breathed out on every cycle.

Ann looked at the bar, Andre always cleared it after his workout. She counted all four of the fifty pound weight's on the bar, and then two more twenty five pound weights, plus the forty five pound bar, meant Andre was pressing two hundred and ninety five pounds. "Jesus, how many do you do?"

Andre finished another set, and returned the bar to it's holder before he answered. "That was the fourth, and last set of ten."

"Why Andre? You're not a body builder, so why?"

He shrugged. "I was a skinny kid, who was always lanky and scrawny." He smiled. "The society suggested that I start lifting weights, and I did. I found that I enjoyed it. So I kept it up and now it's just something I do."

Ann tried to imagine him as a skinny kid. She couldn't. She turned to her own favorite machine, and started the treadmill to going. "So how did you find the society?"

"They found me." Andre said. "I was working a dead end job, and they found me, tested me, and decided I would do."

"Then they took you and trained you?" Ann asked.

"Yeah." Andre said. "I was recruited, and tested as a slave. They found I would do a better job as a trainer, and so here I am."

Ann had picked up a decent run. She panted as she ran, and promised herself, again, to get down here more often. Andre smiled. She glared at him and it bounced off his thick skin. He turned to the fly machine and started to do those exercises.

Ann ran for twenty minutes before she turned and started to leave. "Ann, wait a minute."

She turned back and found Andre stripping the weights off the bar and returning it to the way others would use it. He wiped it down with a towel next and was ready to walk with her after a moment. "Are you all right?"

Ann nodded. "Yeah. I guess I'm a little nervous, my first gang bang."

Andre nodded. "My first one was with me in the middle."

Ann groaned. "I think that's what I'm afraid of."

Andre grinned easily and said. "As Churchill said, we have nothing to fear but fear itself."

"When did you get into History?" Ann asked as they both sipped some water in the kitchen.

"I was always somewhat interested." Andre said. "It was a hobby I got into when I was in the society. History books are everywhere, and so I started reading."

Ann nodded. "Everyone has a hobby don't they?"

"Rebecca reads mysteries and detective novels. Devon loves psychology texts." Andre said.

"Thomas loves art." Ann said. "What about Jeannette?"

"Music." Andre said. "We all have something like that, something that soothes our souls, peaks our interest, or fascinates us."

"I don't." Ann said.

Andre shrugged. "You will, right now you are exploring and tasting a little of everything. You'll find something that fascinates you eventually."

Ann finished her glass of water and said. "Good night Andre, see you in the morning."

"Good night Ann."

Ann took another hot shower, and again crawled into bed. This time she slept.

Diane was first up in the morning, after sleeping nearly ten hours. She took a shower and was in her room smoothing her bed when Jeannette started down the hall to check with Master Devon.

"Good morning Master." Jeannette greeted Devon.

"Good morning Jeannette." Devon replied. "We know what's happening this morning don't we?"

"Yes Master, Diane's test." Jeannette confirmed.

Devon nodded. "That's it. I want Geneva standing by, in case something goes wrong, Crystal to the Kitchen."

Jeannette nodded her understanding. Devon waved a hand and said. "That's it Jeannette, let's get Diane qualified."

Diane was in the dayroom wiping things down when Jeannette came by. "Diane, you know where you're going to be right?"

Diane nodded. "Testing."

"Central area." Jeannette confirmed.

In the shower Jeannette briefed the others. "Geneva, you're in the aide station this morning, in case something goes horribly wrong with Diane."

"Right Jeannette." Geneva said as she rinsed her hair.

"Crystal, you're in the kitchen." Jeannette said as she stepped out.

"Got it." Crystal said.

Ann was dressed in comfortable slacks and a blouse. No bra, it would just get tossed aside in a short while. She had selected lacy targa style panties, unwilling to go commando even for a couple hours.

She picked up her strap on harness and checked the dildo that was attached. Six inches long, sort of normal thickness, and curved slightly upwards. It was bright pink, the same one she'd used on Crystal so long ago. She looked in the mirror, and pretended she couldn't see the slight hint of fear around her own eyes.

Courage is what we do when we're afraid. Courage comes from without, as much as within. Often, courageous actions are instigated not by a sense of fearlessness, but instead, of being more afraid of failing before ones peers than of the other possible results.

Ann felt comforted by those words, from another book Devon had her read. The rest of the book was rubbish, but that part, that Devon had highlighted, and used to discuss peer pressure in dangerous situations was very enlightening. Ann had considered it, and tried to imagine herself running away as a cop. She couldn't imagine it. She would look like a wimp before the other cops, the peer pressure mentioned, and she would feel ashamed for failing before them.

Ann walked down the hall from her room and down into the office. She didn't want to take her strap on to breakfast. How could anyone eat with a six inch dildo standing up on the table? Laying the phallus on her chair, she turned and went back along the route to the dining room. Thomas was already there Josh was just finishing up pouring the juice in the glasses. "Good morning Thomas, how are you Josh?"

"Good Mistress Ann." Josh said. "Breakfast will be in here in a minute."

"Thank you Josh." Ann said as she sat.

Thomas was glancing at the newspaper, scanning the headlines. "Another bank robbery yesterday."

"Same bad guys?" Ann asked.

"Looks like. No comment from the Sheriff." Thomas said.




The Vassal Academy Ch. 37



"FBI is investigating it." Ann explained. "They think the local cops are bumbling idiots, or crooked fools."

Thomas snorted. "I can't see Jack Mitchell putting up with anyone who is corrupt."

"He wouldn't." Devon said as he entered and sat. "Jack Mitchell would personally arrest anyone he thought was taking a bribe."

Josh brought the food in and set the serving bowls around the table. Rebecca, Andre, and Carlos were seated before he was done.

Devon began to take food and put it on his plate. He filled the plate and then gripped his fork. "Ok, this morning we're working with Diane."

Carlos looked around and then focused on his food. Ann noticed, because she was glancing around too. Devon continued. "I'm expecting her to hold out for " hour, perhaps an hour and a half. We can't expect her to manage much longer than that."

"So pace yourselves." Rebecca said between bites of food.

Andre took another helping of potato's and glanced at Ann before speaking. "It's not a big deal, just relax, and go with the flow."

Carlos cleared his throat and said. "Devon, what if I can't do it?"

"Then you can't." Devon said. "Stand back, and watch if nothing else. Grab a dildo, and pump it into her. Caress her secret spot." Devon shrugged. "Help out where you can. She'll need our assistance to get through this."

Carlos returned to his food.

Diane was picking at hers. She was hungry, but she wasn't able to swallow the bites easily. She looked up as Jeannette called her name. "What?"

"Are you OK?" Jeannette asked.

Diane nodded. "Yeah."

"Lucky fucking slave." Crystal said between bites. "All that attention, all those beautiful Masters, and Mistress's."

"Slut." Geneva said playfully.

Diane shook her head but she was grinning slightly. "I'm just nervous."

Jeannette glanced at the others and then waited until Diane looked at her again before speaking. "You'll be fine, trust me. I know what you're going through, and I know you can do this, no problem."

Diane nodded slightly. "Yeah, I mean, just lay there and let them do it right?"

"Just relax, and keep your mind in your own zone, keep yourself aroused, and you'll have fun." Jeannette said.

"Right." Diane said somewhat sarcastically.

"Why do you always pretend you're going to hate something, when you know you'll love it?" Crystal asked Diane.

Diane looked surprised and after looking at Crystal looked to Jeannette and Geneva. "What?"

Crystal rolled her eyes. "Diane, you always act like something is beyond you, going to California, acting as lead when Jeannette is out. You always act like things are beyond you, you can't do it. Or you won't like it."

Diane looked to Geneva and Jeannette and saw only guarded expressions. "I do?"

"Yeah." Crystal said. "You do."

Diane sat for a while and thought about this. Remembering her emotions. "I don't know. I guess I think I can't, or shouldn't."

"You can, and should." Geneva said softly.

Diane was still thinking about this when Jeannette announced it was time. She didn't respond, she still sat at the table. Geneva looked at Diane with the concern obvious on her face and was surprised when Jeannette waved them out of the dining room. Geneva walked out and headed towards the aide station, and then stopped she looked at the Masters waiting near the futons, and then hesitated. Jeannette walked past her and whispered to Master Devon.

Devon nodded his understanding and walked away from the group towards the Slave dining room. He entered quietly and stepped over the bench and sat across from Diane. She hadn't responded yet, instead her vision was inside herself. "Diane."

"Yes Master?" Diane said looking up startled.

"Are you all right?" Devon asked.

Diane looked at everyone and said. "I don't know."

"What are you feeling?" Devon asked.

Diane considered. "Confused."

Devon nodded. "Jeannette told me about what Crystal said."

"Do I do that?" Diane asked. "I mean, I do it, but I don't know why."

"Because you're still fighting the feeling that you're not worthy, because you still see yourself as you did before you joined us. You believe you aren't able to do things, because before us, people told you not to, or that you couldn't."

Diane blinked her eyes. "Were they right, about me?"

Devon shook his head. "No. They couldn't have been more wrong. You could do anything on earth you wanted to. You're exceptional."

Diane shook her head. "No, I've always been worthless."

Devon smiled and reached a hand across the table for her. Diane laid her hand in his and used the other to wipe an eye. "Diane, you have never been worthless. You've always been a diamond, a jewel of exquisite beauty, and value."

Diane looked at him, her eyes wet. "Only because you all taught me, you trained me."

Devon shook his head. "I couldn't train your heart to love to serve. I couldn't train your mind to organize the office. I can't teach you any of those things Diane. Those were all in you, and all I did, was give you the opportunity to serve us here. All I did. All we did was help you face the first of your fears, and your poor opinion of yourself. You did everything that led to today Diane."

Diane shook her head. "No. I didn't do anything."

Devon shook his head. "You've had the courage to give us everything before now, except one thing."

Diane recognized the words, from one of her first conversations with Jeannette when she'd arrived. She looked confused and Devon waited another dramatic moment before explaining. "You've given us your heart, your body, and your mind. The one thing you've always withheld from us, is your fear."

Diane looked even more confused. "My fear?"

"It is the one thing you've kept. You refuse to give up your fear, to stop being afraid of the opinion of others. You won't release your fear to us." Devon caressed her head gently and said. "You cling to those hateful words, that are wrong, about you. You have given me everything else Diane, today, give me your fear."

Diane looked into his eyes, but her mind was replaying her life. She almost breathed. "I'm afraid."

Devon nodded. "You are. Your fear has defined you, until today. Today, you will release your fear, and it will no longer have it's power over you. Today Diane, you truly embrace the life destined for you in your soul, and give the last of yourself over to your Master."

Diane sat staring at Devon. He waited until he saw her eyes refocus on him. "What is your choice Diane, do you choose to embrace your soul, or do you choose to cling to your fears?"

Diane considered what was said, and what wasn't said. She looked at Master Devon. She nodded her head. "Master, I'm ready for my test now."

Devon nodded. "You are ready now." He stood slowly and as he walked around the end of the table drew Diane to her feet.

Diane walked out of the dining hall and following Devon walked to the other trainers who were still waiting for her, patiently. Devon stopped and let go of her hand, and then gave the gesture she expected. Diane then knelt on the Futon and looked up towards him. "Diane, are you prepared for your final test, your Marathon test?"

"Yes Master." Diane said in a strong and positive voice.

Devon nodded. "Then we shall begin." He unzipped his trousers, and reached inside. "Slave mouth."

Diane shifted and assumed the position, and began suckle on Master Devon. The man who had seen her soul, and not found her wanting, worthless, or useless. The man who'd had faith in her since he first met her. The only people who'd ever had faith in her, were here with her now.

Jeannette stood and watched from the door to the admin area. She glanced at Geneva, who was watching from the door to the training wing. The aide station open, and medical supplies ready in case something went horribly wrong.

Josh and Crystal were peeking from the door to the kitchen. Crystal was already panting, her arousal, her desire to be Diane right now greater than she could imagine.

Diane was stroking Master Thomas as she suckled on Master Devon. She shifted and began to suckle on Master Thomas. Diane felt a familiar tightening in her belly, lower than her stomach, but still in that region. She knew it, it was the signal that she wanted sex. It was the signal that she was getting horny, and she knew it so well after six months of feeling it sometimes daily here as she was trained.

Devon finished disrobing, laying his clothing aside, and he layed down on the futon next to Diane and said. "I believe you can do that, while you straddle me slave."

Diane obeyed, shifting to slide herself over Master Devon, his cock sliding home into her cunt and she returned Master Thomas to her mouth. She'd done a threesome, and so far, that's all this was. So far.

Ann glanced and saw Rebecca coming out of the admin area, with the two strap-on dildos. Ann took her bright pink one, and glanced at Rebecca's black one. They were about the same size, so Ann felt her instincts had been right in going for the medium sized dildo.

Carlos had his hand in his pocket, and was straining as he watched the show. Thomas caressed Diane's neck and massaged the part where it joined her shoulder. She allowed her eyes to close slightly, sinking into the arousal that was now burning within her.

Devon spoke. "Diane, you're free to come all you wish, enjoy yourself."

Diane was now bouncing on his cock, swiveling her hips in a figure eight, giving herself as much stimulation as she could, while at the same time making the experience good for Devon.

Rebecca disrobed and folded her clothing. She turned nude towards Carlos and said. "Unless you want to go last, you should consider freeing that prick of yours before it pokes a hole in your drawers." Then she strapped her dildo around her waist and ran the other straps to hold it in place. "I don't care, I'm going to have fun with her, and I'm not waiting much longer."

Ann took a deep breath, and reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up over her head, and folded it quickly before kicking her shoes off and nudging them into position near her shirt. She resisted the urge to turn around before taking her bra off. Then she unfastened her belt and slid her pants quickly over her hips. Her lacy targa panties were all she was wearing. Feeling Carlos' eyes on her she tried to ignore it. She took another deep breath and slid her panties down and set them on top of the pile. Repeating Rebecca's actions she placed the strap on around her waist, then crouching in what she had more than once thought, was the most unfeminine manner possible, ran the straps between her legs and connected them to the buckles. Her pecker was now attached.

Carlos looked at Ann and Rebecca and softly said. "What should I do?"

"Take that erection, and shove it up her ass." Rebecca said. "Or down her throat, or just about anywhere you want. Let her give you a handjob if that's what you want."

Carlos blinked. Rebecca's vulgarities always shocked him. Her curt descriptions always seemed to be somewhat dismissive, but in reality, was just the way she always spoke. Ann said. "Carlos, tell her Slave ass, and give her a moment, then lube up and plow into her."

Carlos shook his head. "No, it'll hurt her."

"Bullshit." Rebecca said. Then she took the tube of lubricant and smeared it on her dildo. "Watch." She stepped behind Diane and said. "Slave, ass." She waited a moment, and then started to feed the dildo into Diane who had now shifted to lay across Devon's chest.

Thomas stood there almost looking disappointed, his erection pointing at where Diane's mouth had been, and he grinned. "Rebecca, I was enjoying myself."

"Oh, chill out Thomas, I'm not going to wear her little butt out." Rebecca said as she started to pump in and out. "Carlos, in anal sex, you don't swivel your hips as much, just slide it in and out with a tiny amount of swivel."

Carlos watched fascinated as Rebecca and Devon fucked Diane. Diane was now panting hard and then she came, at least he thought she had. She groaned and pushed back, her breathing was fast, and she moaned. Devon was now kissing her neck near her secret spot, his hands caressing and squeezing her breasts.

Andre leaned against the wall obviously watching, and obviously relaxed. Carlos turned to him. "Are you going to?"

Andre nodded. "I'm waiting, we can't all fit at once." He gestured. "Rebecca will back out, if you're ready."

Carlos never took his eyes from the show, and instead said. "Well, I'd prefer per pussy."

"No problem." Andre said. "You ready?"

Carlos nodded slightly. "Whenever Devon is ready to take a break."

Andre snorted. "Devon, let Carlos in there." He pointed next to Devon and said. "Just lie there, she'll do the rest."

Carlos took a tentative step, and looked down at his clothing. He pulled his shirt and shoes off first. His shorts and socks were last, and he glanced around, before he lay down.

No one was watching me. They were all focused on Diane. They're all focused on Diane. They want me to do this, but not for me, well not exclusively for me, but more for Diane.

"Diane, mount Master Carlos." Devon said.

Diane did, and recognizing him, and knowing his ego problems were similar to her own, broke training in a manner of speaking. No master in the house would allow her to do this. Master Thomas would beat her for a week, and would enjoy himself smacking her ass until it was one big bruise. However, topping from the bottom when you were training a Dominant was almost a given. You had to, because they just didn't know yet. Diane also wanted to do something nice for Master Carlos, and said. "Oh Master, I'm so glad you joined us."

Carlos opened his mouth as she settled down on his cock. He growled in his throat as she started to milk and rotate on his cock. She purred as she settled. "Oh Master, that feels just right."

Devon saw Ann turn away so Carlos wouldn't see her smiling. Rebecca rolled her eyes, and Andre tightened his mouth. It was lines from porno's that she was tossing at him.

Devon wanted to smile, but for another reason. Even in her test, with cocks coming at her from every direction, Diane remembered that Master Carlos had ego issues, and wanted to make him feel good, and help him get trained.

More than an hour later, and Ann was tired. She had pumped into Diane's pussy, her mouth, and had gone back to the pussy. Diane was showing signs of exhaustion, and was now relegated to either one or two partners, three being too many for her to even try to take. She was shaking from muscle fatigue, and still she continued to service Master.

Carlos was now up for his third time at bat. This time, Diane was on her hands and knees and he was pumping her face with his cock. She tried to suck, but he wasn't really testing her, he was skull fucking her. Ann lounged back and glanced at Devon. Devon was watching Diane, and Rebecca saw her opening. She mounted Diane from behind and slid her dildo into Diane's pussy.

Diane groaned, it was fucking sore. She hurt all over. Her tits were aching, her nipples felt like they'd been pulled off, and then stuck back on. Her cunt had to be bruised. She had at least a quart of semen in her belly, from all three holes, and she wondered what the record was. She sucked on Master Carlos, knowing he couldn't last too much longer. Or perhaps hoping he couldn't last too much longer. She was starting to have trouble breathing, his cock kept closing her airway, and she had to gasp for breath when he withdrew.

She felt him speed up again, and praying he was close, she sucked even harder, trying to entice him to orgasm. Please come now, I need to catch my breath.

Diane saw her vision start to tunnel, and she knew she was close to passing out. She started to buck, demanding air, and then got sperm instead. It pulsed into her mouth as she gasped for breath, she swallowed and breathed and swallowed again. He pulled back dripping as she lowered her upper body, unable to hold herself up anymore.

Rebecca saw it and glanced at Devon, with one hand she signaled that the test should be ending. Devon took a deep breath, consulted the clock and then nodded. Rebecca pulled out and gave Diane a light shove. Diane responded by rolling over and spreading her legs. Rebecca smiled. "No slave, I think I've had enough fun for now."

Diane looked and saw all the Master's lounging, but none coming for her. She turned and saw Master Devon reaching for his pants. Realizing she was done, she closed her legs gently, feeling her pussy ache increasing. God it was so sore.

Jeannette called out. "Geneva, Crystal, come on. Let's get her cleaned up."

Diane allowed them to stand her up and she walked with them towards the stairs, and once up them, was guided to the bathroom. Inside, she sat on the stool while Geneva and Crystal washed her. Crystal almost vibrated in arousal, but was tempered by the knowledge that Diane was exhausted.

Diane leaned back against the wall as Geneva washed and checked things out. "Will I live?"

Geneva smiled slightly, and allowed a grin to come over her face. "Unless you die from semen poisoning, yes."

Diane smiled slightly. "I hurt all over." 


"Diane, you were really amazing, I mean, really awesome." Crystal said.

Diane closed her eyes and let her head rest on the wall. "I'm tired."

"I bet." Crystal said.

They dried her off and then took her to bed. After tucking her in, Geneva pulled up the chair and said. "Wow. I mean, Crystal was right, you were so awesome."

Diane opened her eyes. "I don't feel awesome."

Geneva caressed Diane's head and let her go to sleep.

Ann having taken a shower, and removed more bodily fluids from her than she would ever want to think about, was back downstairs sitting in Devon's office as the trainers came in. They all looked about as tired as Diane had to be feeling. "OK, that was a little gross Devon."

Devon smiled. He sipped coffee and said. "It's a bit much at the end there."

Ann almost snorted. "Good Lord, I've seen the movies, and thought it was a little gross, but Devon, the smells of all those fluids mixed like that."

Devon nodded. "The girls have started cleaning. The scent of our activity will be gone before you know it."

Ann nodded. "So when do you present the tag to her?"

Devon set his coffee cup down and said. "In the morning. She's wiped today."

Ann stood up and stretched. "What a way to start a day."

Devon smiled as Ann left. He picked up the phone and reported to Dominique. Diane was qualified.

Carlos was laying on his bed, remembering his part of it. He had done it, in front of everyone.

Diane was laying in bed. After sleeping about an hour, she woke up, hurting. She struggled to her feet and then went to the bathroom. Afterwards, she decided to head to the kitchen. She was feeling very alone right now, and she wanted some company.

It was just short of lunch when she walked into the kitchen, slowly. Josh surprised her then, he placed the frying pan aside and walked to her and gently hugged her. She melted into the embrace. That was what she was missing, human contact. She wanted to hold onto someone. "How?"

"Been there, done that. I remembered that the one thing I wanted afterward was a hug. Weird huh?"

Diane nodded and backed away. "Thanks."

Carlos was sitting with the trainers and watching them make suggestions over Rebecca's shoulder who was typing the report.

"No, she hesitated, but not because she was afraid of the activity, she was trying to understand herself." Thomas insisted.

"Granted, but it was based upon her fear of the situation." Andre replied for the fourth time.

Ann rolled her eyes and said. "Rebecca, put the action down, but ignore the amateur psychologists here. If there is to be comments about her mental state, let Devon do it."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 37



Rebecca turned around and Carlos saw her eyes tight around the edges. "If anyone offers one more suggestion, I swear I'll beat them to death."

Andre smiled and bowed his head. "Sorry, I was just trying to help."

Ann grinned and said. "Sorry 'Becca."

Rebecca turned back and shook her head as she returned to typing.

Carlos stood and walked into Devon's office. Devon was reading the newspaper and turning now and then to his computer. Carlos sat and asked. "So what is next on my education?"

Devon glanced at him and said. "Bondage, coupled with anatomy training, and then flogging."

Carlos took a deep breath. "Where I messed up before?"

Devon nodded. "This time you won't because you already know more, now it's time to apply that knowledge."

"Learn how to do it right." Carlos said softly considering.

Devon agreed. He set the paper down and took a deep breath. He leaned back and watched Carlos for a minute. "You're aware that your basic education is nearly complete."

Carlos looked up and after a moment nodded. Devon continued. "You understand that basics of what the lifestyle is. You understand the slaves, how to read them and understand them better. Now, it's time to learn how to bring them pleasure, and pain. Rewards, and punishment, and when you're done with that, there's little more we can teach you."

Carlos was silent for a time. "When?"

"That's still up to you Carlos. That's what you determine. How fast we can teach, depends on how fast you can learn." Devon said.

Jeannette tapped on the door. "Master, Diane is up, and in the kitchen with the others. The central area is being cleaned, and lunch is in thirty minutes."

"Thank you Jeannette." Devon replied.

"Diane is up?" Carlos asked. "I would have thought she would sleep all day.

Devon shrugged. "During finals, in college, were you ever so tired you couldn't sleep?"

Carlos thought for a moment. "Yes. Now that you mention it that way, I was exhausted, and despite being so worn out, I went drinking with friends instead of to sleep."

Devon nodded. "That's where she's at. She tired, but feels like she should be somewhere, or doing something, instead of sleeping."

Carlos considered for a time, and Devon watched him. "How in the world did you ever learn so much about them?"

Devon smiled slightly. "I was one of them, and I've been training them for more than twenty years. I've learned what they want, and need. I've learned about them generally, and am still learning about them individually."

Diane sat on a chair and sipped a glass of juice as Crystal popped back in. "Central area is cleaned up and it took forever to get that smell out."

Diane blushed slightly and said. "Sorry."

"Not your fault, just your fun." Crystal said grinning. "You were awesome, you know that right?"

Diane sighed and rolled her eyes. "Not that again." 


Geneva came in and shook two pills out of a bottle. "Here you go, to help with the aches and such."

Diane didn't argue, she did ache. She hurt. Geneva took the bottle out and was back in a minute with more instructions. "Diane, you're coming with me to the Aide Station after lunch OK?"

Diane agreed and took her bowl into the slave dining room. The girls chatted, and Diane found herself chatting along with them. She realized something had changed, and that thing was her.

I'm not afraid any more. I've done it. I've done the impossible. I've learned to ripple probes, and do things that everyone told me was impossible. Here, it wasn't impossible, it was just difficult.

After lunch she was in the aide station with Geneva while Geneva checked her out. She was probed and prodded. Geneva asked her if things hurt, they inevitably did. Geneva pulled her gloves off and said. "No tearing, some bruising, not surprising considering the workout you got."

Diane nodded. "Yeah. My pussy hurts, my ass really hurts, and my throat is sore as hell."

"You had enough cocks in there to satisfy Crystal." Geneva smiled. "For a while."

Diane smiled a bit. Then she stood up and walked down the training hall, looking into every room, remembering the first time she had been in each one. How frightened she was of the room, the activity, the training.

Arousal with Master Thomas. His kind words, his kind gestures, and his shy smile. Massage with Master Andre, learning how to feel the knotted muscles, how to get them to relax. Ballet with Mistress Rebecca.

Upstairs she stopped before the sleep training room. Jeannette walked down the hallway towards her. "Hey Diane, how are you?"

"Fine." Diane said. "Just thinking about the last six months."

Jeannette stopped beside her. "Double checking the floors, you know."

Diane nodded. "I can't believe it's over."

"It is, and isn't." Jeannette said. "Now your qualified. But you'll get refresher training, so it's not like you'll never see these rooms again."

Diane nodded. "I know, but I was just thinking about when I got here."

Jeannette smiled. "You were always trying to hide."

Diane smiled. "Long time ago."

Devon had listened to the report from Geneva. Diane was a little withdrawn, but otherwise, she was fine. Light duty, no sex, for a week or so and she should be just fine. "Thank you again Geneva."

"Yes Master." Geneva answered.

Devon raised his wrist, and Geneva covered hers to avoid the feedback.

"All staff, again all staff. Please assemble in the central area." Devon said. "I'd like everyone there in five minutes."

Devon then reached down to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled a new blue collar out and checked to make sure it was the right one. It was a slightly lighter, Caribbean blue instead of the Royal Blue the others were. It was also a more finely made, similar to Jeannette's blood red collar. Devon closed the drawer and said. "To hell with waiting until morning, she's earned this."

Devon walked out and saw everyone assembled, the Trainers along the wall to the office. The slaves at a right angle to the trainers. Josh and Chef behind them. Devon walked to the center of the oddly shaped V formed by the people and said. "I was intending to do this in the morning, but since Diane is not sleeping all day, we can do this now."

Diane didn't feel the desire to hide herself as she stood there. She felt eyes upon her, but she didn't mind really. Devon turned to face her and said. "Slave Diane, come here."

Diane walked to him and at his gesture knelt before him. Then he said. "You've completed the training, and convinced everyone you're fully qualified Diane. Are you ready to accept the symbol of your achievement?"

"Yes Master." Diane said easily.

"Slave, Collar position."

Diane knelt up, and then reached up to move her hair up and away from her collar. She held the position while Devon removed the old collar, and then as he put the new one on. She waited until he stepped back before recovering, just like she had been taught.

"Diane, you are now officially, Slave Diane, and congratulations." Devon said as he gently caressed her head.

Diane smiled, she couldn't help it. She waited until signaled to stand, and she did, and walked back to the other slaves. She could feel the tag tapping about where her neck and chest met.

"Friends, fellow members of the staff, I present Slave Diane to you. Our first fully qualified slave." Devon said.

Diane got hugged by everyone, including the Masters, and she was surprised to see Mistress Rebecca's eyes were a little moist. Everyone was proud of her, and she was proud to have survived, and even passed the training.

After the impromptu ceremony had ended, Diane took an opportunity to go to the slave bathroom where she stood before the mirror. She looked at her shiny golden tag in the mirror, and she could read the words, even though they were reversed in the mirror. She knew what they said.

Slave Diane

That's all that it needed to say. She was slave Diane, one of the best in the world, thanks to the Academy.



The Vassal Academy Ch. 38



Part 38. Carlos Departs, Sarah Arrives.

Jeannette swayed to the lash of the whip as Andre continued to coach Carlos in the best way to swing the whip and where to strike. "Good Carlos, now spread it out more, remember the goal is to make her whole body sing." 

Sweat dripped off of her breasts, and her hair was damp. Outer reflections of her inner heat from the attentions of Master Carlos. 

Carlos flicked the whip out and focused on his blows, all the while he watched Jeannette, reading her reactions, and adjusting his technique to her. It had taken a week for him to understand that in this, the Master was the servant. The Master was bringing pain, or pleasure, as desired to the submissive. However the specifics of the activity were determined by the reactions of the submissive. 

"You're not just beating them to pass the time, the goal is to make them feel what you want them to." Devon had chastened Carlos more than once. 

Carlos learned and today he had Jeannette groaning in desire, her body heated, her pussy drenched in arousal. She panted, and she squirmed. 

"Light flicks of the whip, keep her skin hot, keep her heated up." Andre said as he walked around the Master, and the slave observing and advising. 

Carlos felt himself stiffen in anticipation. He knew Jeannette would be burning up with desire, and knew she would be desperate for sex in the very near future. The power he had, the power she gave him was astounding, phenomenal, and yet, somehow it fit the lifestyle perfectly. 

Carlos looked the question to Andre, who shrugged and nodded after a moment. The message was clear, she's hot enough. Fuck the shit out of her.

Andre waited while Jeannette was let down, and then headed up the stairs, giving Carlos the privacy he desired. He passed down the training hallway and paused just long enough to see Crystal in cunt control with Thomas. She was rippling the three sensor probe nicely today. Geneva was through with her short class in Ballet, and Diane was in the office, while Jeannette took her turn downstairs. 

Andre passed by Diane who was busy logging in two boxes that had arrived. Entering Devon's office he strolled to the chair and flopped into it. "I don't know why I bother going down there anymore. He's got it Devon. There isn't much improvement left in him." 

Devon looked up from the file he was reading and listened as Andre highlighted the session with Jeannette. "OK, it was a long ten days getting him here, but he's here." 

Andre nodded. "The girls have been getting a lot of attention lately, but frankly, there's nothing more that we can teach him without going into the psychology of being a trainer." 

Devon nodded. "Then he's done." He glanced at the calendar on his desk. "About two days short of the three weeks we planned on." 

Andre grinned as he said. "Under budget and ahead of schedule?" 

Devon laughed at the joke. "Yes Andre. And excellent work." 

Diane brought the first opened box in. "Master, forgive me for interrupting." 

"It's all right Diane, what have you got?" Devon asked.

"I'm not sure Master, clothing for us, the slaves I mean. I think it's for us." Diane stammered her reply. 

Devon waved her over and looked at the packing slip. "Ah, yes. I'm looking at uniforms for the winter. I'm afraid that the slave dresses will give you all frostbite before Thanksgiving." 

Diane smiled at Devon's joke. She didn't reply though, none was needed. "Andre, we'll start to examine these over the next few days." Devon said pointing to the box.

"Sure Devon, warmth and functionality?" Andre asked.

"Well, we don't want them to freeze, and we don't want them to feel overdressed." Devon allowed.

Andre grinned and stood up to look at the box and see what Devon was thinking of. Devon said. "Thank you Diane, we'll take care of it from here." 

"Yes Master." Diane agreed and headed back into admin. 

Devon outlined the ideas of the various clothing he'd ordered. "I saw three variations. The harem girl outfit. A heavier version of the slave dress, and leather." 

"Leather?" Andre asked surprised.

Devon held up one bustier and said. "Leather." 

Andre examined it and said. "Not much leather." 

Devon shrugged and said. "A vest if you will, and pants to go with it, or a skirt of some sort." 

Andre chuckled and said. "Just turning the heat up?" 

Devon frowned and said. "Do you have any idea what it cost to cool this place in the summer? I shudder to think what heating it will cost this winter, especially if it's a cold winter." 

"I thought all winters were cold." Andre offered. 

Devon sighed. "Last year they had an ice storm that knocked out power to half the states around here for days." 

Andre frowned. "We don't have a fireplace do we?" 

Devon shook his head. "No we don't. We also don't have any way of heating most of the house. If we lose power, the best idea I can come up with is to gather everyone around the kitchen, and hope the gas stays on so we can run the stoves." 

Andre sighed and shook his head. "Thankfully I don't have these worries, I'm merely a little cog in your great machine." He stood and headed for the door. "I think I'll leave you to your work while I finish mine." 

Devon returned to the box and they laid it aside. He returned to the files and his oversight of all things Vassal Academy. The budget meeting was tomorrow, and that meant he'd spend the day in New York, discussing what had been spent, what had been earned, and what he expected to spend for the next three months. 

Jeannette climbed the stairs to the sleeping wing, and crossed over to the staff wing. She needed a shower, and a bit of a rest before dinner. Master Carlos was improving all the time. 

Carlos stopped in Admin on his way to his own room. He stuck his head in the door. "Jeannette is on her way to the staff wing." 

Devon gestured for Carlos to come in and sit and leaned back to begin. "Carlos, what do you think we can still teach you?"

"I was about to ask if I had passed that task as well." Carlos said smiling. 

Devon nodded and said. "Which means, there is little more we can teach you without putting you into a trainers program." 

Carlos sat stunned for a moment before answering. "I'm done? I'm a trained Master?" 

Devon nodded. "You're done." He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk. "Carlos, you always were a Dominant in your heart. What you were lacking was the education to understand how those Dominant impulses should be applied." 

"Intelligence, guided by experience." Carlos repeated the phrase that Devon had used several times. 

"Yes." Devon nodded. "You now have the experience in the lifestyle." 

Carlos considered for a moment before replying. "I wonder if you know how much I owe you?" 

Devon shook his head. "You've paid us, you owe us nothing." 

Carlos chuckled. "I wasn't talking about money, but about the gratitude that I feel." 

Devon smiled easily as he rose and walked to the bar. He poured two drinks from the decanter and handed one to Carlos. "I know, and I was telling you that you shouldn't feel overly grateful." 

Ann grumbled in frustration as she sat and again scrolled up the document she was working on to insert a line she had forgotten. It had been two days so far, and she was still mucking about with the outline. 

Rebecca breezed in and asked. "So Ann, how is the training manual going." 

Ann glared at Rebecca and said. "Fuck you." 

Rebecca laughed and said. "I'm free tonight." 

Ann glared and then softened and joined Rebecca in the laughter. "It's pathetically slow. Why the hell did Devon give me this job?"

Rebecca glanced over Ann's shoulder and said. "Still on the outline?"

"Yes. I can't make any headway. Every time I start to read it over, I remember something else that needs to be inserted, and that's just the training of Diane, Geneva, and Crystal." Ann admitted.

Rebecca chuckled and said. "What's really bothering you?"

"None of them had the same training." Ann said pointing at the thick files on her desk. "Not one of them has had exactly the same classes. None of them had the same obstacles, and none of them had what could be considered a standard training period." 

Rebecca raised her wrist and Ann saw this and covered hers to prevent feedback. "Devon, could you come to the trainers office please?" 

Devon appeared in a minute and after greeting both women looked at what Ann had done so far. "Good, I see you're making good progress."

"Devon, what the hell am I doing this for?" Ann asked. "I was training at the same time they were. How do I crank out a training manual for students when I was a student until a couple weeks ago?" 

Devon smiled. "So you're saying there isn't a standard way to train them?" 

Ann blinked at him and grumbled. "You son of a bitch." 

Devon sat in one of the chairs and said. "You've just learned more in two days than I could teach in two months. Every student is different, and every individual needs individually customized training. There is no standard training package that we can offer. We can only offer our expertise, and our techniques." 

Ann glared at Devon and said. "You could have told me that." 

"You would disagree, and set about what you've done now, which is prove that it can't be done, and it would take two days or more to realize it, and then you'd struggle on for another day hoping to find a way to thread the needle of impossibility before admitting defeat." Devon said with a grin on his face. "Instead, you've learned what we all know after months of trying, that each individual needs individual attention." 

Ann sighed and said. "So the standards direct the training phases and those direct our actions." 

"You got it Ann." Rebecca said. 

Thomas entered and made a mark on the board to reflect Crystal's efforts. Then he listened to the discussion about training techniques as he sat at a computer to start typing his report. He turned around to listen more closely as Devon explained again. "Ann, each person has individual strength's and weaknesses. Your assignment was to create a training plan that could be applied to any student, to every student in fact." 

"Which was impossible." Ann objected.

"Yes." Devon agreed. "It will always be impossible to create a training guide that is complete in every detail, a schedule if you will, for any student that comes through the door." 

Ann turned back to the screen and said. "If I had a timeline for Geneva and Diane, Crystal would screw it up. Then I had too much time for a task for Diane and Geneva." 

"The efficiency aspect will always kill it." Devon agreed. "Flexibility and constantly adjusting the plan to reflect the student is the only way that it works." 

Ann sighed and said. "So instead of a training guide, we have tasks which we expect them to complete to get through the phases?" 

Devon agreed. "Yes, which is why the training plan is always in such flux. We can't plan weeks out, because we don't know what will happen before we get there." 

Ann sighed. "So you tortured me to make sure I learned that there is no such thing as a perfect training plan?"

"I wouldn't use the term tortured." Devon offered weakly.

Ann turned back to her computer, saved the outline, and then closed the window. "I would." 

Rebecca took her arm and pulled her from the chair. "Come on Ann, it was a good learning experience for you." 

Diane read the new message board posts about the Academy and decided that nothing much was there, but flagged them and forwarded the links to Master Devon. He had told her to send more rather than less, to make sure he knew what was going on. 

Sarah Miller flopped onto the couch in her apartment after touching the play button on her answering machine. Three weeks of messages, none from work of course, they knew where she was. A few from friends and she resolved to call some of them back. She closed her eyes for a moment and then heard her cell phone chirp in her pocket. Pulling it out of her jacket pocket she glanced at the screen. Touching the button to answer she said. "Dexter how can I help you?"

The Executive Vice President for Operations said. "Sarah, I just remembered you were scheduled for some vacation when the platform problem came up."

Sarah kept her voice cheerful. "Yes, but it was my pleasure to see to the accident instead." The expected line was delivered with a modicum of honesty. She had spent three weeks working with Dexter, and she was sick of his calling about things all hours of the day and night. Didn't the man ever sleep?

"Sarah, you're work was excellent, and we really do appreciate it." Dexter said next.

Sarah rolled her eyes. They had told her that five times in the last day. "Thank you sir, it was my pleasure." 

"I'm not sure of your plans for vacation, I know you canceled them rather short notice, and I don't know when you can schedule again. If you've lost any deposit money or whatever, let me know and I'll see you're reimbursed." 

Sarah raised an eyebrow. That hadn't been said before. "Thank you sir, that's very kind. I didn't lose any deposit or anything like that."

"Also, as soon as you can reschedule, consider any vacation request approved. We owe you some time off." 

Sarah hesitated. "Thank you sir, I guess I could call down and see if they have anything open." 

"Do that, and if they say yes, tell them you'll take it." Dexter said firmly. "You have to be tired after this, and you've earned it." 

"Thank you sir." Sarah said. "I'll call down and find out what their bookings look like." 

They ended with the usual pleasantries and hung up. Sarah let her head fall on the couch and closed her eyes. If he called back again she would scream. 

Sarah didn't call anyone, she stood up and walked into her bedroom dropping clothing as she went. By the time she reached the bathroom she was clad only in her panties, and they were gone before she turned the shower on. 

After standing under the hot water for a long time, letting the steaming stream run down and relax tired muscles and wash the miles from her she stepped out of the shower and into a pair of baggy jeans. She put a shirt on and started to separate her clothing from her luggage. A lightweight suit was hung back up, it had never been worn. It was too cold for it. She soon had two piles of clothing. That which needed dry cleaned and pressed, and that which could be done at home. She started the at home pile and shoved the other stuff into a bag for the cleaners. 

She looked at the delivery menus and decided on a trip to the store. She had eaten restaurant food for the last three weeks, and she was sick of it. She wanted something simple, and that meant a trip to the store for groceries. 

Two hours later she turned on the TV after a Foreman Grilled Chicken breast with rice and peas. She scanned through 250 channels and found nothing on.

Instead she pulled her laptop out and continued her report on what had happened. She'd started it as soon as she had taken off in the plane, working for the last three weeks. Now she needed to finish it so the department could discuss and learn from it. 

Despite her instructions to the contrary, Sarah knew she had at least a hard weeks work ahead of her. She had to outline what had gone well, and then what hadn't gone as well. She had to endure the reviews of her department, and the executive committee. It wouldn't be easy, but was part of doing things better. Learn from your mistakes, and never make them again. 

The next morning she arrived at her accustomed time, her laptop nearly bulging with the data she'd worked with. She cross loaded everything to her computer on her desk, and got the department to reviewing it. She was discussing one particularly difficult moment of the last three weeks with the team and how she had scrambled to cover the problems effectively because she wasn't versed in the engineering language when the phone rang. Sarah answered it and found that the CEO wanted to see her as soon as she could make it to her office.

Two hours later she returned to her office. Skipping lunch she returned to trying to get her data in order for the various reports and discussions. The CEO spent two hours going over events with her, making sure they were on the same sheet of music regarding the report she was writing, apparently concerned that some lawsuit in the future would declare it as a vital piece of evidence if it wasn't written carefully.

Sarah finally got home utterly drained of energy late that evening. She dropped her purse, tapped the phone and again got no messages. She collapsed on the couch. Her stomach got her up and she ordered delivery from the Tex Mex place just down the street. She groaned and changed out of her work clothes as the food arrived. 

Carlos had Geneva bound to a table, her legs pulled up roughly, her cunt wide open and glistening with arousal. She quivered, partially from her arousal, partially from the strain on her muscles and limbs. Carlos flogged her sex again, not too hard, just about right. Rebecca and Devon watched this as he worked the girl over with a hand that was approaching expert at this task.

Geneva moaned around the ball gag that he had put between her lips. 

Carlos turned to Devon and said. "She won't take much more of that." 

Devon agreed. "No she won't." 

Carlos picked up the dildo that lay on a shelf and roughly shoved it into Geneva. "Hungry slut." 

Geneva arched her back and her breath left her in an explosive gasp. She tensed and obviously came trembling and straining. She squeaked her gasps of pain and pleasure out. In a moment, she began panting again in short hot breaths.

Carlos smiled and stifled a laugh. Now that he understood what they wanted, what made them tick, it was so easy to get the response he wanted, and they wanted to experience. He ran his hands along her thigh, intentionally avoiding the labia, and Geneva strained to try and get his hand on her cunt. 

Devon smiled and said. "When you're done with her, leave her in one of the cages. It will do her good to sleep in one of them." 

Carlos considered. "I had thought of bringing her to my room for the night." 

Devon shook his head. "Leave her horny, unsatisfied, and leave her in the cage. Bind her so she can't disobey us and get some relief. Orgasm denial is a good training tool, and a good torture."

Geneva's eyes were bugging out of her head. She shook her head pleading around the gag not to do that to her. 

Carlos considered for a moment. "My own personal desires on the other hand." 

Devon grinned. "I'll send Diane and Crystal to you tonight. Diane can make sure that Crystal is properly bound whenever you're done." 

Geneva groaned in frustration. Carlos pulled the dildo from her and she arched upwards the maximum she could move, about an inch, chasing the pleasure tool. 

Carlos quickly bound Geneva and shoved her into a cage, her ankles and wrists bound together in a hog tie that was particularly cruel. She couldn't get to her pussy, and she wanted to. She twitched and groaned and begged around the gag. Her words indistinguishable, her agony apparent. 

Devon began to explain as they went up the stairs. "Never let your slave assume that her torment will result in her pleasure later. Always keep them a little off balance, if they get to assuming that sex will follow the floggings, then deny them the relief they seek." 

"But I gave her an orgasm." Carlos protested.

"Yes, but she wanted so many more. Now she's had one, like whetting your appetite. Instead of a good meal after an appetizer however, you go hungry. The hunger is worse now, because your stomach knows there was food, and you got only one small bite." 

"Ah." Carlos said in understanding. "So by giving her one, I led her down a path of expectation, and then by snatching the others away I gave her frustration and desperation." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 38



Devon smiled in agreement. "Yes, and she'll be desperate for an orgasm tomorrow, in a couple days, she'll be insane with desire, and then we'll give her the relief she seeks, but not before we're ready." 

In Admin, Rebecca caught Andre's eye, and reached up with her left hand and scratched her eyebrow with her middle finger. Andre's eye got a glint in it as he nodded almost imperceptibly. Her signal was clear to him, I want to fuck you. Andre's grin was a little wider than usual, as he looked forward to the evening.

Carlos found Diane and Crystal waiting in his room, both kneeling, and both obviously anxious to serve, and to have some sex obviously. Devon had stated that Crystal could not be used alone, and she must have someone there who knows her to make sure she doesn't try and entice Carlos to give her more than she needed. 

Devon had then pointed out that she needed a lot. 

Geneva groaned and tried to shift position just a little, just a bit to relieve the ache between her shoulders. Just an inch would be like laying in a big comfortable bed. Her pussy still twitched and the ache in her leg muscles only added to the ache inside. She was horny as hell. Finally she gave up, exhausted and she slept fitfully. 

Crystal was bound, by Master Carlo's hand, and Diane's suggestions. Diane was curled up next to Master Carlos, while Crystal was dumped unceremoniously on the ground after being wrapped tightly in leather straps and gagged. Crystal sighed and settled in to get some sleep. She was getting used to sleeping like this. It was almost becoming a tradition. 

Rebecca put her blouse back on after tossing her bra into the hamper. She took her belt off and then took a deep breath. Her clothing was going to send a message to Andre, a very clear message. She wanted it especially rough tonight. She wanted him to hold absolutely nothing back. She wanted all the power, the fury, the brutality he could muster. She took her shoes off and set them aside. They might catch on her pants, and she didn't want him to get hung up and tangled up.

Rebecca felt her inner heat cranking up as she anticipated the next few minutes. She opened her door, and stepped to Andre's and knocked. His muffled invitation came and she entered. 

Andre almost raised an eyebrow in surprise. Rebecca was rarely dressed, and then, he'd learned, she wanted her clothes torn from her. Andre face took on a predatory nature as he smiled. Like a wolf which has just seen the rabbit stride one step too far from safety, Andre's grin would be recognized as similar. He stepped towards Rebecca and didn't speak, he let his eyes roam over her, and then he reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. She gasped as his fist closed, her reddish brown hair intertwined in his fingers. His other hand reached out and grabbed a handful of the thin blouse, and with a savage rip he tore it open down the front, exposing her breasts. Her nipples which were already hard, tightened even more. She gasped at the force, and then she gave me the final authority over her. "Yeah, do it Andre." 

Rebecca was shoved to her knees, his fingers finding his fly and opening his pants, His cock already stiffening as he shoved it into her mouth. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, and she put up a token fight of putting her hands up to shove his hips back. She knew what he'd do and he didn't disappoint. He twisted her hand away, Then roughly tossed her to the bed. He stalked towards her, the light in his eye dangerous, and would cause most women to seek an avenue of escape, but Rebecca kicked at him, making him even more lustful, more brutal as he sought to dominate her. 

Their rules were simple, no marks which couldn't be covered up by clothing. No broken bones, and no injuries which would take either of them out of training. That however, left a lot of room for them to maneuver in. Andre caught her leg, and drug her off balance by pulling her up. His strength impressive as he tore at her pants, dragging them off of her. She pointed her toes, allowing her pants to be removed with a violent shake from Andre. He found she had worn lacy panties, a thong, and he gripped it next. Tearing it from her body in a savage pull that left a red mark along her waist. Rebecca made a note to cut the waist band a hair more next time. They almost didn't tear off with a single tug. 

Andre spun her on the bed, and pinned her arm up near her neck, and then shoved his cock into her face again, it's now fully erect form forced it's way through her mouth, and into her throat. She gasped breaths whenever he withdrew, which wasn't often. Her eyes watered, and her nose started to run as it was bumped against his pelvis. His heavy balls slapped her chin as he thrust deeply into her throat. "Whore, take that cock, you fucking whore." 

Then he spun her again, he positioned his cock at her pussy and shoved into her with as much force as he could manage. He pinned her legs up with his arms, and pummeled her pussy with his pecker. She tried to squirm but he had her pinned completely. His voice was a growl, a deep and dangerous sound came from him as he continued to pummel her. She came, her nails dug into his shoulders as she came apart. Her body was racked by shudders as her orgasm ran through her. She felt him withdraw and was surprised. Usually he fucked her until he came, and sometimes they'd do it again, slower, softer, but he rarely withdrew unless he was. 

Andre lined his cock up at her asshole, and shoved hard. Rebecca gasped in pain and surprise as she hadn't had a moment to prepare herself. She was tight, dry, and she was now being split apart. He fucked into her bowels, and she wondered idly for a moment if the roast beef from dinner was in his way. He fucked harder, and she could sense he was close, he wanted to come inside her, but Rebecca wanted more. More brutality, more of her being used. She decided what she wanted. She wanted to be the slave she was once, to him. "Fuck me Master, fuck your slave." 

Andre grinned and then pulled out of her ass. He grabbed her hair and pulled her around again, and again shoved into her mouth. Rebecca sucked as though her life depended on it, and then she waited and as he started to pulse, pulled back, and he shot his load on her face. Rebecca grinned at the surprised look on Andre's face. She smiled and collected his come on her fingers, and licked them clean, and repeated it until her face glistened from her own saliva, and his come. She smiled and then lowered her head to his cock, again sucking on him, and she hummed slightly. 

Andre relaxed and allowed himself to get erect again, and then he bound his slave, and fucked her again. When they'd finished the repeat performance, Andre let Rebecca snuggle into him after he'd released her from her bindings. "So you're to be my slave?" 

Rebecca laughed. "Try that shit on me when I'm not in the mood, and I'll kick your ass like Ann did, only worse." 

Andre grinned. "Yes Mistress." 

Rebecca lay there next to him and then softly said. "I just needed to be a slave for an hour or so tonight, I wanted to let go."

"Is your fantasy realized Rebecca?" Andre asked.

"Yeah, it was. Thanks." Rebecca answered softly. 

"My pleasure, and I mean that too." Andre answered with a grin. 

Two days later Carlos took a last look around the Academy, and then he turned for the door. Devon shook his hand and wished him the best of luck. Carlos got into the cab, and then started on the long journey home. It would be evening before he arrived in San Juan and then he had some discussions with his Brother, and Father to look forwards too. Carlos wanted a bigger piece of the company to oversee. He was ready for it now. 

Sarah flopped onto the couch again after arriving home. She closed her eyes. Meetings in the morning with her people, and all afternoon with the Executive Committee. It was done. The report, with a few polishing touches to it, would be ready next week, and promptly filed and forgotten. The policy was now etched in stone, not so easily forgotten, and the plan was known to all members of the staff. 

Sarah had been granted vacation starting on Wednesday, and she knew where she wanted to go, but did they still have a slot for her?

"Vassal Academy Jeannette speaking." 

"Jeannette, this is Sarah Miller." 

"Ms. Miller, are you home? Did everything work out all right?" Jeannette had personally printed the news story from Ireland that the investigation team had departed, and it had a picture of Sarah and the others walking towards a plane four days ago. 

"Yes, thank you." Sarah said. "Is Devon in?"

"Certainly Ms. Miller, I'll get him for you." Jeannette said. She stood and walked to his office and tapped on the open door. "Sarah Miller on line three Master." 

"Thank you Jeannette." Devon said. He picked up the handset and said. "This is Devon." 

Sarah told him when the vacation was now scheduled for, and asked if the training was still available.

"Certainly Sarah." Devon said smiling. "We can accommodate you easily then." 

Sarah hesitated a moment. "Devon, I wondered about something else." 

"What would that be?" Devon asked.

"These last several weeks, I've been taking charge and making decisions." She hesitated and then rushed the next part out. "Are you sure I'm a sub at heart?" 

"What have you been dreaming of Sarah?" Devon asked next.

Sarah hesitated and then in a strained voice. "The dreams haven't changed. In fact, I found myself daydreaming." 

"Then you know your answer. Those daydreams Sarah, will get more insistent. They'll demand that you take some action." Devon offered. "Have you ever read the theories of Carl Jung?" 

"What?" Sarah asked.

"Jung was a Psychiatrist, and one of the fathers of what we laughingly call our current science of Psychiatry." Devon explained. "He believed among other things, that man, or woman, had a duel nature within themselves." 

"I don't understand." Sarah admitted after a moment.

"Dr. Jung believed that in each of us, there were two people, duel parts of a personality. The duality of man if you will forgive the gender limits of the language." Devon explained. "In you Sarah, there are two people. One wants desperately to be powerful and successful. You work long hours, and you are always striving for that goal. It has nearly consumed you these last few years. There is another part of you. A part that doesn't want to command, but does want to obey." 

"Duality of man?" Sarah asked suspiciously. 

Devon wasted a smile on the empty room. "Yes Sarah. We all have multiple parts of our personality, and our happiness in life is often depends upon satisfying our differing parts." 

Sarah was silent for several seconds. "Devon, I'll see you in three days." 

"We'll be waiting Sarah, and with our help, I think you'll be much happier than you are now." Devon offered.

Sarah hung up and lay back on the couch. She didn't want to think of how she reacted around more and more men these days. Some of the really bossy ones, she shied away from, because there was something phony about them. The Divisional Manager in England was one of those. He was issuing orders, painfully obvious, and almost always already in progress when he issued the instruction. He was giving orders to appear important, and in control. Sarah somehow just knew he was weak inside. She suspected that he was not going to be with the company for long. 

On the other hand, the Engineer from the rig had not been weak. He'd been calm, even allowing people to question him. He gave the impression that he was secure enough in himself, that there was no reason to become defensive when someone questioned his actions. Sarah had made sure to compliment him in her report. He was a good Engineer, and the accident hadn't been his fault. His actions at the time of the accident weren't perfect, but no one was. They did contribute with the actions of others to save the rig. When the pressure was on, and the disaster was at hand, he was cool headed and thinking. A rare enough talent these days. 

He was focused enough to see that dealing with the problem was more important than figuring out who hadn't done whatever they were supposed to. He wasn't running around trying to fix the blame on someone else, like that fool from the London office. He was trying to fix the problem, and then he would figure out what, or who, had caused it. 

Sarah wondered what he'd be like in bed. She suspected that he would be powerful, passionate, and at the same time tender. Focused on the moment, and working towards an objective. 

"Focus girl." Sarah raged at herself as she got up off the couch. Now was not the time to imagine every guy she had met in life bouncing on her as she strained upwards to meet his powerful. "No." Sarah said forcing the image out of her mind. She showered and changed before she headed out to get a bite to eat. 

That night, in her bed, she fell asleep faster than she would have expected. She was tense, and she was horny. She clamped it down, it would be dealt with in time. Not now. Her dreams again were highly erotic. She saw herself bound. Her mouth held open by a ring gag. A cock thrusting deeply into her mouth. She was a receptacle, a thing to be used. The man then did the most degrading thing she could imagine. He came on her face. She was there, her mouth held open by the gag, her face covered by his semen, and she could almost feel the hot thick fluid landing on her face. 

Another day, working with her team to polish the report, and finalize it. Issuing instructions on what to do while she was on vacation. Routine things, but they were done and done right. 

After setting her computer to send out auto reply and inform the sender she was on Vacation, she closed up her office and headed home. A day to pack and put her apartment in order, stop the mail and all the other Vacation requirements, and she'd be off. 

Devon looked at the staff, and said. "Girls, you slaves have the hardest job of all. Sarah has for the most part, accepted what she is. She doesn't have any idea what it is about, but she thinks she's a slave at heart. But she's also a leader, a person who won't be happy until she's in charge." 

"That's stupid." Crystal blurted. Then her eyes bugged out and she covered her mouth with her hand and quickly mumbled. "Sorry Master." 

Devon frowned. "Ann, see to Crystal after this meeting." 

"Sure Devon." Ann answered casually then turning her head to see Crystal. "I know just what she needs." 

Crystal winced and then firmly closed her mouth. Devon returned his attention to the group. "In a way, Crystal is sort of right. It does seem stupid. However, Sarah would never be happy where you are. It's not who she is. She has to be both, an executive at work, and a submissive at work. She wants to shine in the glory of her successes in the world, but she also has a deep seated need to give herself to someone else." 

"OK, so what's our plan Devon?" Andre asked.

"We're going to hit her on several fronts at once. We have three weeks, and in that time, we can't hope to push her past level two. We can lay the foundation of her future though." Devon explained. "I want all slaves in slave shirts effective as soon as this meeting is over. It will make Sarah feel more vulnerable when she isn't dressed. And she won't be dressed. I want to lead her into thinking one thing, and then jerk the carpet out from under her." 

Andre frowned and asked. "How rough are we going to be?" 

"Shock treatment." Devon answered.

"Shock Treatment?" Ann repeated in confusion.

Devon nodded. "We're all friendly, deferential towards her until she signs the contract. Then Jeannette takes her upstairs, politely, and even deferentially." He turned to Jeannette and continued. "Then you all come in to play with some serious supporting chat girls." 

"Shock Treatment." Ann said. "We shock her with the change in her surroundings?" 

"Mistress." Geneva said. "Shock treatment is what we called the first day after you got off the bus in Basic Training. The Drill Sergeants were all over you. They run you ragged, letting you know you're in the army now, not a civilian." 

"Same principal Geneva." Devon said. "I need you all to help her through it. I need you all to push her forward." 

Diane looked confused for a moment. "Master Devon?" She got a nod to continue so she did. "We're going to be running around like we're in the army?" 

Devon chuckled. "No we're not. But we are going to be pushing her hard. I want you all to keep the sense of urgency going. Remember how you felt when you first arrived?" 

Diane considered for a moment. "Like there were never enough hours in the day." 

Devon smiled. "Exactly. Run her. Keep her so busy, she just like you, forgets she's nude, and serving Master. She's too busy to think, she only has time to do." 

Diane relaxed a bit. "Yes Master I understand." 

"Cool." Crystal said sotto voice. 

Rebecca chuckled. "Do you need some help with her Ann?" 

Ann shook her head. "No. I'll manage Crystal just fine." 

Rebecca turned to Devon. "OK, so while we're running her ragged, and getting her used to being a slave. What are we focusing on with her? I mean, she's not going to be a slave 24/7." 

"We focus on the sexual, and minimize the service aspects of our courses." Devon said. "Oral arts, Ballet on day one. Same on day two, but with arousal thrown in before we put her to bed."

"Arousal on her second day?" Andre asked surprised.

Devon nodded. "We need to find out what makes her tick, we need to understand her as fast as possible. Then we need to shove her into something sustainable, before we send her home." 

"That's the rush." Ann said in understanding. "We need to diagnose, and then shift her to sustainable behavior before we lose her." 

"Three weeks." Devon agreed suddenly looking very tired. "It's an impossibly short time to finish this. We at least have to have a foundation. We need to get inside her head, and Andre, look for lies. Expect her to lie to you in Arousal." 

"Do I call her on it?" Andre asked.

Devon considered. "No. Note it, let us know about it, but don't call her on it. A lie could be as useful as the truth properly applied." 

The meeting broke up a few minutes later. The staff was on a sheet of music, and while the symphony wasn't yet complete, the outline was enough to get going. Crystal quickly found her hands bound behind her and was marched towards the bondage room. Ann shoved a gag into her mouth and Crystal struggled with the big red ball until she finally got her tongue settled around the bottom of it. 

Ann quickly strapped Crystal to the table so her ass was sticking straight up, and then started to cane across her tender flesh with the long reed cane. "Princess, you will learn to control that mouth of yours, or I will flog every inch of skin off of you." 

Ann shifted her hand and let the can slash across Crystal's exposed mons. Crystal shrieked and then groaned. Her arousal kicked into overdrive. Ann continued to flog, using her knowledge of Crystal to know exactly when to stop. Then one blow short of a screaming orgasm for Crystal, Ann stopped. She tapped gently as Crystal squirmed. Ann watched the girl literally vibrate in need, in pure animal arousal. "I think you need a refresher or two Crystal. I think that you slave, should be sleep trained tonight."  

Crystal's eyes bugged out as she shook her head. Ann quickly released the teenaged nympho from the table and keeping her hands bound behind her moved her up the stairs and to the sleep training rooms. Crystal begged with her eyes, the gag keeping her pleas unintelligible. Her hands were released and then she lay down as directed in the hated cage. Ann next removed the gag, and then closed the top. "Please Mistress, I'll be good. Please."




The Vassal Academy Ch. 38



"Begging won't get you any mercy slave. I know you. You'll sneak off somewhere and rub that little clitty of yours until you come." Ann said in her best sneering voice.

"No Mistress, please just not the cage, not tonight." Crystal begged.

"Oh I think this is good. It will teach you not to twitch all night long desperate for sex." 

Crystal groaned as the lights were turned out, and the cage was charged. Then she spoke just loud enough to send the alarms chirping through the room. "Shit." 

"Ann you're positively evil." Rebecca said laughingly as Ann reported to Devon.

"Well, it might do her some good." 

Devon chuckled. "OK, light training for her tomorrow. She won't sleep a wink tonight." 

Sarah wasn't sleeping very well either. She lay in bed and images and fantasy were her companion. Men who shoved erections everywhere. She climaxed as she masturbated to the idea of her being bound, whipped, and fucked mercilessly. 

Tomorrow she would have to be up early, and she needed to get some sleep. She lay back thinking she was done, then just as she was going to sleep. The image lept into her mind again. Her master, shoving his cock into her, just shoving it into her. She groaned and found her nipples erect again. "Get a grip girl." It would be a long flight and a long day. She reached for her vibrator, and turned it on again.

Sarah deplaned after an uneventful flight into JFK airport and followed the crush of people towards the baggage claim. Her cell phone started to vibrate, and then chime. Surprised, she stepped away from the people and fumbled with her purse to fish it out. She answered and got her second shock. "Ms. Miller, it's Jeannette." 

"Hello Jeannette, is something wrong?" Sarah asked.

"No Ms. Miller. Nothing is wrong. I wanted to let you know that Master Andre and I are here to pick you up. We're outside, and if you'll call this number back when you've got your bag, we can pull up to get you." 

"Oh." Sarah said surprised. "Devon had said that I should take a cab, or the train." Sarah said as she started walking.

"Yes Ms. Miller." Jeannette answered. "However Master Devon felt this would be a service we could provide if possible." 

"OK." Sarah answered. She started walking again. "I'll call you back when I get my bag then." 

"Yes Ms. Miller, we're in a black BMW." Jeannette said and then hung up.

After fetching her suitcase, and then calling Jeannette back, she walked to the curb and waited. A black BMW 750 pulled up and an absolutely gorgeous man with shoulder length Blond hair got out of the drivers seat while Jeannette stepped out of the passenger seat. "Ms. Miller, if you'll allow us to put your bag in the trunk." 

Andre hefted the bag easily and stowed it in the trunk and then closed the lid. Jeannette waited and allowed Sarah to take the back seat and then re-entered the passenger seat. Andre checked the traffic and eased into it. "Devon sends his regrets on being unable to meet you himself. He was discussing some things with our superiors." 

Sarah smiled and the conversation was carefully steered to chatty issues by Jeannette and Andre. Sarah tried twice to talk about the training, and both times Andre deflected the question and instead commented on something utterly innocuous.

"Devon suggested this morning, that you would probably be more comfortable if we picked you up, and so we volunteered." Andre explained as they merged into traffic on I-95 headed north. They kept the conversation light, intentionally steering it away from serious issues.

Soon they were pulling up before the house and Sarah looked at it. She got out and Jeannette spoke into her watch. "We're here, Diane get the luggage." 

"Sure thing Jeannette." Came out of the little speaker. As Sarah mounted the steps, two women wearing very revealing dresses bustled down the steps and headed for the car. 

"That's Diane and Geneva." Jeannette explained. "You'll meet them later." 

Devon rose and walked around the desk, shaking Sarah's hand professionally, and then asked her to sit. "Can Jeannette get you anything to drink?" 

"No thank you." Sarah said. She was comfortable, and even starting to enjoy the attention. 

Devon sat and after asking about her trip opened a folder and produced four sheets of paper. Sarah started to read, and it was so surreal. They were like the staff of a large four star hotel, deferential, and attentive. She relaxed into the plush leather chair and read the contract. "Sarah, until you sign that, you are free to go where you will, and do what you want. Once you sign that, you become property. You become our property until you safe word, or the time expires." 

Sarah was thinking that the stories couldn't be true. This place couldn't be as tough as the posts online made it seem. Sarah was a little disappointed, and relieved at the same time. "Oh that's understood." Hesitating one moment she began to explain her minor problem. "There is one thing Devon, I'll need to keep my cell phone, in case something at work comes up." 

Devon frowned thoughtfully. "That might be difficult. You may not be in a position to answer, or condition to answer." He considered. "I'll make this offer as I understand your unique situation. I'll take charge of your phone, not answering it, but it will be here in admin during the day, and in our possession during the night. We'll make sure it's always charged of course, and if any messages or calls come in, we'll disengage you from the training long enough to return the call or deal with the message."  

Sarah considered for a moment and said. "If I'm unable to answer, I could just tell them I was swimming, or in the shower, or whatever when I call them back?" 

Devon nodded. "I would suggest that keeping the phone with you will be difficult. However, this way it's always monitored." 

Sarah decided that they would just be an answering service of sorts, and that would be fine. "As long as it's understood that I would need to get those messages immediately." 

Devon's smile tightened. "As I said." 

Devon continued smiling as Sarah put pen to paper, and filled in her signature, and then a safeword. She handed over the cashiers check for the agreed amount with the contract. Devon glanced at the check and clipped it to the contract. "Very good then. I guess we should get started Sarah." He stood and smiled warmly as he said. "Welcome to the Academy. Jeannette will show you to your room and get you started." 

Jeannette stood behind Sarah and said. "We'll hang your clothes up somewhere Sarah, you won't be needing them. We'll give you anything that you need while you're here." 

"Yes, I read that online." Sarah said. "Thank you Devon." She turned and followed Jeannette.

Jeannette strolled ahead of her and started up the stairs. "Sarah, from what you've read online, I know you think you're prepared. You're not. Really you're not prepared." 

Sarah admitted she was a little frightened. "Ok, but what should I do?"

Jeannette stopped before an open door. "This is your room." She gestured. "While you're getting undressed, I'll tell you what you should do." 

Sarah steeled her will, this is what she wanted wasn't it? Jeannette started to speak. "First, realize it's only three weeks, and we're going to be focusing on your sexual submission. You aren't going to be a service oriented slave, nor a 24/7 slave. We're going to help prepare you to have a Dominant lover, perhaps husband, and a career." 

Sarah finished undressing and then with great difficulty turned around feeling very vulnerable. She took the collar and put it on. Jeannette pointed. "You don't need jewelry, you can give them to me, and I'll see that they're safe." 

Sarah took her earrings, and her small watch and other rings off. She inhaled and felt totally exposed. Jeannette accepted the items and put them in her pocket. She then put wrist bindings on Sarah. Sarah looked at them. Just like the pictures, the various sites she'd seen. She felt the hard leather and knew it would hold her however someone wanted. She felt a rush of arousal, and at the same moment, a rush of fear in her. 

"Come on Sarah, it's all right." Jeannette said picking up on the fear. "We are just going to help you." 

Sarah nodded. Then followed Jeannette down the hall. She kept looking around, it was harder than she had imagined to walk down a hallway nude. As they walked, Jeannette pointed to the classrooms and described the classes. Just like the internet postings, just as she'd imagined. 

Jeannette walked down the stairs and up the training hall with Sarah looking more like a frightened deer all the time. "Ok, Ballet class. Right in there." Jeannette pointed. "Have fun." 

Sarah almost lunged for the imagined security of the door. She felt like she was parading down the middle of the street walking down the hall like that. 

Inside a petite woman with a loose flowing white blouse and a tan pair of leather pants was standing holding a cane. The pants were tucked into a pair of black boots that were very shiny. The woman didn't have an amused expression on her face. "I see you finally managed to get down here. Did you stop for a powder? Perhaps a spa treatment?" 

"No. I just came..." Sarah didn't get to finish the statement. Rebecca slashed out with the cane catching Sarah on the outside of her thigh with the whistling piece of reed. To Sarah's surprise it really hurt, and she gasped in pain and shock. 

"That is for forgetting that Master Devon is a Master." Rebecca sneered. "I am Mistress Rebecca, and you will address me as Mistress you fucking unworthy cunt." 

Sarah blinked and said. "What?" 

The cane slashed out again. This time Rebecca slashed the outside of the other thigh and said. "You asked a question. Without my name, which is Mistress. You are a slave. You are property you fucking slut. You will address me as Mistress whenever you speak to me." 

"Ow." Sarah said rubbing her thigh. "Wait a minute." 

The cane whistled again, and Sarah instinctively turned away from the blow, which gave Rebecca the target she really sought. The cane left a wicked red stripe that was rapidly swelling on Sarah's ass. Sarah howled in agony and her eyes flashed angry as she turned back towards Rebecca rubbing her ass. 

Rebecca sprang forward and cuffed Sarah with an open palm slapping her hard enough to knock her down. Rebecca quickly connected wrist bindings on the struggling woman and in a minute had the swearing executive hog tied on the floor. Rebecca stood up and walked to the wall, she picked up a chair and walked back and sat before Sarah. "Apparently, you don't understand. I'm going to do you a bigger favor than you can possibly imagine. I'm going to spell it out for you." 

Sarah glared at Rebecca. Rebecca ignored this and continued. "Out there, in the world, you are an executive. You claim that you want to be a slave. You claim that you want to submit to someone. Fine, start by submitting to me, and the others of course. We are your betters here. We are your superiors here. We are not going to tolerate, and I certainly won't tolerate, any of this spoiled princess bullshit you're doing now." 

Sarah started to open her mouth and was cut off. Rebecca tapped her cheek with the cane and said. "Don't do it. You are about to say something that will get you punished severely. You signed on for this, you asked for this, and you even begged for this. Now you will repeat after me. Yes Mistress." 

Sarah spat the phrase out. "Yes Mistress." She did sign up for this, didn't she?

Rebecca leaned forward and said. "If you ever use such an insolent tone with me again. I'll put you in a gag, and lock it on." 

Sarah took a deep breath and then said. "Mistress. I was a little shocked at the sudden shift is all." 

"So you want to do this slave?" 

"Yes Mistress." Sarah said with more defiance than she realized. 

Rebecca smiled. "Oh I'll accept that. I know you're an executive, and I know you're used to getting your way. You aren't going to get your way here. I am. We are going to have our way with you. We're going to fuck you, and have you pleasure us." Rebecca saw a shocked expression pass quickly over Sarah's face. "Oh you don't do girls is that it?" 

"No." Sarah said. The cane whistled and connected leaving a cross to the criss already on her ass. She jerked and said. "Ow." 

"That would be No Mistress wouldn't it?" 

"Yes Mistress." Sarah said after a moment. 

"Well since the answer was Yes Mistress, then we will assume you do girls after all." Rebecca said standing. "I have no desire at this time to hear about your fumbling with Peter Pecker or Mary Jane Rottoncrotch at this time." Rebecca disconnected the bindings and said. "We are going to get you to stand properly for a slave, and you have two ways of going about it. Do what I say, or I'll make you do what I say." 

Sarah climbed to her feet. "But Mistress, I don't do girls." 

The cane whistled again, and struck again. "I just said I didn't want to hear about it didn't I?" 

Rebecca started to sting Sarah as she tried to get her to stand properly. 

An hour later, Sarah's cheeks were streaked with tears, and she hunched in a ball as Rebecca slashed at her with the cane. "You have got to be shitting me." Rebecca raged. "You're still trying to cover yourself?"

Sarah again tried to lower her hands, and again hesitated, and again was slashed by the wicked cane wielded like a sword by this diminutive firebrand. 

Sarah shrieked in pain and humiliation as she lowered her hands. Again Rebecca started striking as she again caned Sarah into a standing position. "Look slut." Rebecca said as she brushed some damp hair out of her eyes. "Once again, let me explain it to you. You stand with grace and poise because you are proud to stand before your Master. You are proud to offer him all you have. Stop trying to hide the fucking cunt or I swear I will chain you in the central area with spot lights flooding that hole for everyone to see." 

Sarah's eyes bugged out as she imagined the humiliation of that threat. She lowered her hands. She was trembling all over. Rebecca took a long look at her and softened somewhat. "Slave, I've seen more cunts than you can possibly imagine. We take your clothing for a reason, to get you used to being nude in the presence of your Master. We take your clothing so you get used to the idea of giving your Master everything. When you resist, you are telling us, telling your Masters that you don't want to give us everything, you want to hold things back."

Sarah listened and said. "Mistress I'm trying." 

"I know, but you need to try harder." Rebecca said with a hint of compassion. She looked at the clock and said. "It's nearly time for dinner, come with me." Rebecca walked out of the class and pointed at a door. "The rest room is there, wash that make up off your face, and do whatever else that you need to, and then go to the dining hall. That door straight that way. You can't miss it." Rebecca now pointed down the hall towards the central area.

Rebecca watched Sarah enter and then walked down the hall lifting her wrist. "Devon, change of plans time. Go softer on her, she's nearly ready to break." 

"How bad is she?" Devon's voice came back through the speaker.

"She's trembling. She'll safeword if we don't back off some." Rebecca said with certainty.

"Staff, back off for a bit. Slaves, show Sarah some compassion, and give her support." Devon said without any hesitation. "Jeannette explain to her that the purpose of the little display earlier is to show she's not a free person any more, she's a slave, by her choice. Geneva, escort her to Oral Arts, and review station eleven." 

Jeannette's voice responded next. "Yes Master, we understand." 

Rebecca walked into the trainers Dining hall and said. "I thought she was going to wet the floor." 

Devon was sitting at the table and frowning at her plate. "She's that brittle?" 

Rebecca sat and said. "Yes Devon, she's that brittle." 

Rebecca replayed the class as they ate and Devon's frown got deeper. "She wants to be a slave, but she's so resistant. What the hell is her key?" 

Ann sat digesting the meal, and Rebecca's report. "I'm with her in Oral Arts, suggestions?" 

"Thomas, you go with her. Take Geneva, and work with Geneva on station eleven." Devon began. "Ignore Sarah, don't give her a glance. Everyone act as though her nudity is as normal as the sun rising." 

"Around here, it is." Ann said. 

"Thomas, have Geneva strip, so she's also nude." Devon said. "It's the vulnerability of being the only one nude." Devon explained. "I think anyway. I hope that's it." 

Sarah had left the bathroom and moved down the hallway, peeking around the corner of every door she arrived at the end of the hall to the central area. She peeked around and saw no one. She ran to the dining room. She peeked through the crack as she opened the door an inch. 

"Come on in Sarah. It's cool." A voice said. 

Sarah stuck her head in and found Jeannette just sitting down, and three other women in the short dress things they wore. "Um, can I get one of those things?" Sarah asked pointing. 

Jeannette shook her head. "Not in phase one, but come on in. Geneva's right, it's cool." 

Sarah looked around and then moved through the door and it swung closed behind her. She edged to a seat and tried to hide behind the table. "How can anyone be naked all the time?" 

Jeannette rose again and got a tray from the counter. She carried it to Sarah, and then got her own tray and sat across from Sarah. "It gets you into the right frame of mind."

"It's not your body any more, it's Master's. Great isn't it?" 

"That's Crystal. That's Geneva, and this is Diane." Jeannette handled the introductions. "We've all done it, and still do it whenever the whim strikes Master." 

Sarah looked terrified. "But how?"

Diane smiled and said. "You look just like I did when I got here. Then it was only Jeannette and me in here. The thing is, you learn to ignore it. You figure out that clothing is a privilege, and you earn it." 

Sarah smelled the food and started to eat. The plane had served a small sandwich, and she was starving. It looked like the refugee specials described, and tasted as good as promised. She swallowed the fruit juice and continued to eat. 

The watches they all wore suddenly activated and a voice came out. "Geneva." 

Geneva raised hers and everyone else covered theirs. "Yes Master."

"Geneva meet me in Oral Arts after dinner. Bring Sarah with you." 

"Yes Master." Geneva said and went back to eating. 

"Oral arts?" Sarah said. "Rebecca said I was going there." 

"Mistress. Never forget she's a Mistress." Crystal said between bites. Then she leered at Geneva. "Guess you're getting a little one on one eh?" 

Sarah looked at Jeannette who was tolerantly shaking her head. "Crystal, stop worrying about what everyone else is getting, and you might get some more." 

Geneva giggled as she said. "Perhaps he wants me to take some dictation."

Everyone groaned at the joke and Jeannette said. "Forgive them. They play like this all the time." 

Sarah looked at the girls. Studying them for the first time. Crystal was a girl, literally. A teenager, her face a pixie, her body still young and taught. Diane was in her twenties, and was set apart by the tag. Sarah leaned forward to try and read it. Geneva saw this and said. "Slave Diane, it means she finished her training, she's qualified." 

"You don't have one?" Sarah asked.

Geneva shook her head. "Not yet."

"Not long yet." Jeannette reassured her. "Geneva is nearly done, her tests will come soon. Perhaps while you are still here." 

Diane shifted as she grew uncomfortable with Sarah staring at her, and said. "It's no big deal, just a tag." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 39



Part 39: Sarah's Faith

"Good morning Jeannette." Devon greeted his lead as she entered his room.

"Good morning Master." Jeannette replied. 

"OK, if Rebecca cuts Crystal loose, send her to wake and shower with Sarah." Devon held up the paper he had been reading. "A suggestion of Master Andre, he suggests that we let Sarah see Crystal's marks from her night of being used." 

"Yes Master. Crystal is already up, I'll send her over." Jeannette confirmed. 

"Diane to admin, and then some training for her. I'll probably send her to more cunt training." Devon said. "Crystal to the kitchen, and let's get Geneva to oral arts to start." 

"Yes Master. Sarah to ballet?" Jeannette confirmed. 

"Yes." Devon said. Then he looked at Jeannette. "That covers it, let's get them busy Jeannette." 

Jeannette turned to go and Devon stopped her. "Jeannette, one question." 

"Yes Master?" 

"Was it a good party?" Devon asked.

"Yes Master, it was a very good party." Jeannette replied. She turned at his smiling gesture and went to carry out his instructions.

Crystal was almost in the shower when Jeannette caught her. Crystal grabbed two slave shirts and headed off to the training wing. She entered Sarah's room turning the lights on and grabbing the keys. "Good morning Sarah." 

Sarah opened her eyes and was momentarily blinded by the light. Then she saw the nude form of Crystal. Sarah blinked a couple times and said. "Morning?" 

Crystal was standing in the middle of the room grinning. "Guess I sort of caught you huh?" 

Sarah realized her hand was still between her legs. She jerked it free, and then babbled for a moment before speaking. "No, I wasn't." 

Crystal grinned. "Oh come on, relax, everybody does it, and I've never heard of anyone going blind." 

Sarah sat up and said. "Look it's not what you think really." 

Crystal laughed and said. "Oh relax." She grinned. "I've done it myself." 

Sarah was unlocked and led to the bathroom. Crystal explained. "I'm cleaning up with you this morning." 

"What?" Sarah asked. There were no stalls in the bathroom, the shower was literally community.

"Master Devon told Jeannette that I'm to shower here. With you." Crystal grinned. "Jeannette said to show you my marks from last night." Crystal held up a wrist that was still red and indented. "Great huh?"

Sarah stopped walking. She felt so many conflicting emotions she didn't know where to begin to sort them out. Humiliation at being caught with her hand still between her legs from last night. Humiliation at being told by the teenager it's all right. Humiliation at the idea of using the bathroom in front of Crystal. Then there was something else. Straight up Jealousy and lust mixed when she saw the indented wrist showing where the bindings had been until very recently. Crystal set the two clean slave shirts down on the counter near the sinks, and as she did, Sarah looked carefully at Crystal's, back. It was striped, there was no other way to describe it.

Sarah watched as Crystal walked to the shower saying. "Look I went in the other bathroom in our wing. It's the same as over here, but we've got stalls. Not that it matters, because we're not allowed to close the door." 

"I read about this, but I didn't believe it." Sarah admitted. Her bladder was seriously full, and needed to be emptied now. 

"Believe it. I couldn't go for two whole days with everyone here. Then I got used to it. They pee too right?" 

Crystal had the water running. "On top of which, I was flunking ballet and in danger of being stuck over here with no parties until hell froze over." 

"What?" Sarah asked as she managed to relax enough to empty one thing. The other would have to wait.

Sarah joined Crystal in the shower as the teenager was describing her problems with Ballet. "Mistress Rebecca flogged me every single day. I used to watch my feet you see." 

"What do you mean, used to watch your feet?" 

Crystal smiled sheepishly. "I watched my feet when I walked. So I wouldn't keep my head up and would get hit with the cane." Crystal poured shampoo on her head and started to massage it in. "A lot." 

"You do OK now." Sarah said as she scrubbed herself down.

"Yeah." Crystal said. "They helped me. The others. Jeannette and Diane helped me get the Ballet, and then I passed phase one, and now I'm in phase three." 

"What phase am I in?" Sarah asked suspecting the answer.

Crystal rinsed and said. "Phase zero. You must not touch yourself." Crystal grinned. "Mistress Rebecca would say something like Naughty Slave, but I'm just a slave too." 

Sarah looked significantly at Crystal and said. "Please don't tell anyone." 

Crystal looked surprised. "Shit you really are a novice aren't you?" 

"What do you mean?" 

Crystal pointed at her watch. "Pick that up, call Master Devon, and tell him you've been bad. You'll be punished, but that's no biggie." 

"NO." Sarah nearly shouted. 

Crystal cocked her head. "You don't get it do you?" 

"Get what?" Sarah asked in a shrill voice. "That I'd be humiliated before everyone? Please you can't tell them." 

Crystal shook her head. She rinsed off one more time, then turned off the water and stepped to the large stack of towels to dry off. "No you won't. They expect us to fuck up. I think they do. The thing is trust, and honesty." Crystal dried her hair for a moment and then continued to dry herself off. "We promise to loyally serve them, and they promise to loyally command us. They know we're going to fuck up, and they expect us to. We get punished, but that's part of the deal right?" 

"Please." Sarah said significantly. "You don't understand." 

Crystal laughed. "I don't understand." She shook her head again and started to brush her hair and teeth. "Lady, you're the one who doesn't understand. You tell them when you've fucked up, and they punish you, but that's cool too. Because you trust them to understand what you need." 

Sarah grabbed Crystals shoulder. Crystal looked surprised and protested. "Hey." 

"Listen up. I'm here to learn how to fuck the shit out of a master, perhaps even be introduced or put into contact with one, but I'm not her to be humiliated like a schoolgirl by telling anything to anyone." 

Crystal sighed and said. "Would you tell your master? The one you want to fuck the shit out of?" 

Sarah blinked and then shook her head. "No." 

Crystal suddenly looked sad and said. "I could tell them anything. Any one of them. I could tell them my deepest darkest fear, and they love me enough not to rub my nose in it or make me feel bad about it. They'd help me. They love me, and they love you. Tell them." Crystal put her watch on and then reached for a slave shirt. "You don't get the trust yet. You seriously need to." 

Sarah was alone, tears in her eyes as she imagined the humiliation of admitting it to someone. Never she decided. She could leave, and never come back. 

Crystal went to the kitchen and pulled Jeannette aside and told her what had happened. Jeannette frowned and said. "Start eating breakfast, I'll round her up." 

Crystal nodded and moved to obey.

Jeannette found Sarah crying in the bathroom and walked over and stood for a moment. "Sarah?" 

"She told you didn't she?" Sarah accused. 

Jeannette nodded. "She said you were terrified of someone finding out." 

"She told everyone, now I'm ruined." Sarah wailed. 

Jeannette shook her head. "No. She told me, only me. She's a slave, and considers anything that happens here as Master's secret, she won't tell anyone. Master trusts her with this and trusts her to do it." 

Sarah shook her head. "She'll tell everyone." 

Jeannette crouched down, and then knelt smoothly. "Sarah, do you want to know what I think you should do?" 

"Leave?" Sarah asked.

"Trust us." Jeannette said. "Trust us to care for you, to care about you, and to honestly want what is best for you." Jeannette smiled. "We want you to be happy in your life. We want you to be happier than you've ever been." 

"I can't." Sarah said. 

Jeannette held her hand out and said. "Come with me." 

Sarah put her hand out and followed Jeannette. She walked downstairs and into Devon's office. Jeannette knelt and waited, Sarah sat in the chair miserable. 

Devon walked in and allowed the surprise to register on his face. "Yes Jeannette?" 

"Master, Sarah needs to see you." Jeannette said.

Devon glanced at Sarah and then walked around to his desk. He sat and folded his hands and asked. "What can I do for you Sarah?" 

Sarah looked pleadingly at Jeannette and then lowered her head. "I masturbated last night." 

Devon looked at Jeannette and said. "That's it?" 

"Yes Master." 

"Jeannette, have either of you eaten?" 

"No Master." 

Devon lifted his watch and said. "Rebecca, there's going to be a slight delay, authorized by me." 

"Right Devon, standing by." Rebecca's voice came from the small speaker.

Devon looked at Sarah and said. "Now you won't be punished for being late to class." He smiled and then said. "You are trying, I'll give you that."

Sarah felt awful. She couldn't look up. Devon continued. "You don't understand this life you desire, but you want it anyway." 

Sarah shook her head. "I think it would be best if I left." 

Devon shook his head. "I don't think so." 

"Look you can keep the money." Sarah said rising.

Devon reached into his drawer and said. "One moment." He pulled out a file and pulled the check out and handed it to Sarah. "Take this please and then sit down for a moment." 

Sarah looked at it. "You didn't deposit it?"

"Only when a trainee has finished training. Or at least gone a significant portion of the way through." 

Sarah held the check and looked at Devon. "Why?" 

"Because the money isn't why I do this." Devon said. "It allows me to do this, but the reason is because I want to help people just like you Sarah. I want to help you achieve more and be more than you are."

Sarah looked at the check. "You don't want the money?"

"I want to earn the money, and I haven't yet." Devon said. "I won't take something I haven't earned." 

Sarah stood and headed for the door. She stopped and turned around to face Devon. "I can't do this."

"Why?" 

"If I'm a slave, then people will know. I can't be both." Sarah said.

Devon stood and walked to the door. He held out his hand. She hesitated and then put hers in his. Devon walked with her towards the kitchen and began saying. "First, let's get you something to eat." 

Sarah sat at the kitchen table and met Josh, who had planned on meeting her this morning. Chef was in his room, and would be out in time to prepare lunch. Sarah ate and then followed Devon towards the training wing. He stopped and waved Rebecca to follow and they entered the arousal room. 

"Sarah, the first thing you have to do is relax, and learn to trust someone with your secrets." Devon began gesturing towards the table. "We're going to talk a bit today, that's all. I want to describe the life I see for you, the life I want to help you get. The life where you have the best of both worlds." 

Sarah sat on the table and looked doubtful. She was so close to letting go, but she was so afraid. Devon could see it. Rebecca sat in a chair and said nothing. 

"Sarah, I want you to imagine yourself at work. You're dominant, and submissive at the same Time. You issue instructions to subordinates, and you accept instructions from superiors. You already have the duality in you, you live it every day." Devon explained. "We all do. I'm the lead trainer, the highest of the Dominants here. Yet, I answer to Dominique, and she answers to our stockholders, and in a way, so do I." 

"It's not the same." Sarah protested. 

"Isn't it? If your boss, or better yet, the President of the company asked you to do something, and you disagreed with his technique, what would you do?" 

"I'd tell him the best way I saw to do whatever he wanted done." Sarah said. 

"If he insisted on doing it his way?" 

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Of course I'd do it. I'd get fired if I didn't." 

"So you would submit to your superior?" Rebecca asked.

"Sure." Sarah said. "Everyone would. That's nothing special." 

"Agreed." Devon said. "Nothing special about that." He gently tapped his cheek with one finger while he continued. "However, all we're suggesting, is that after you submit to your superiors at work, you go home, and submit the way you want to, to your master at home." 

"I don't have one." Sarah protested.

"You will." 

"Who?" Sarah demanded. "The imaginary author of that article?"

Devon smiled disarmingly. "Sarah. He exists, and is one of a hundred. I met several while I was in Houston." 

Sarah looked at him and said. "Devon, please. Don't try to get my hopes up that this will all happen." 

Devon chuckled. "I'm not. I'm saying it's possible. I'll even go so far as to say probable, but definite? No I won't say that." 

"What am I supposed to do, come home from work, and start sucking his prick. Then stop when my phone rings and continue after clarifying something for one of my people?" 

"She can't see it in her head." Rebecca said. "She doesn't understand what we're trying to do, so she's not going to let us in." Rebecca stood and walked to Sarah and looked down at her. "You don't believe it's true." 

"It's not true." Sarah said with more volume than she intended. She took a shallow breath and this Time more softly said. "It's not true. It will never work out like that." 

"She won't dare to hope Devon." Rebecca said ignoring the slave. "She's convinced it's all a lie." 

"We'll have to ask him to come meet her." 

"How?" Sarah asked.

"There is the small problem of protecting his identity." Rebecca said ignoring Sarah again. "Any idea how we could do that?" 

"Actually I do." Devon said with a small grin. "I was thinking of giving him one of those Zorro masks, and I suppose putting a hood on her. Probably with the mouth hole zipped closed to keep her from butting into conversations she has no business involving herself in." 

Sarah sat up. "Wait a minute." 

Devon ignored her and said. "It's too early to call him now, I suppose I could call him later tonight."

"Better yet." Rebecca said. "We could gag and bind her, and then make the call to him and inform him that a potential has begun training, and ask if he is still interested in keeping a professional woman, with a Master's degree, as a cum slurping slut, a fuck hole for his entertainment." 

Devon considered. "Let her hear the conversation?" 

Sarah was not accustomed to being ignored. She wasn't used to being called those names. She tried to protest again sitting up. "Hold on a minute." 

Rebecca reached over and pushed her back down without looking directly at her. "Let her hear, but not participate. She'd just offer some lame protest." 

"And if we introduce them? " Devon asked next.

"Oh put a mask on her, with a big ball gag." Rebecca said. "Obviously we'd have to give him someone else to blow him, to give him an idea of what her mouth could do." 

"Her other holes would be available though." 

Sarah shivered. She squeezed her thighs together. She was getting turned on by this discussion. They were discussing her future, as if she wasn't in the room. That was outrageous, and she was insulted, but she was also getting turned on by it. Her outrage and need to control herself exerted itself, and told the aroused part to shut up and sit down. "Wait just a damned minute." 

"What do you want slave?" Rebecca asked dismissively. 

Sarah again sat up and said. "I'm not wearing a mask and just fucking anyone off the street." 

Rebecca smiled and said. "Your chest is flushed Sarah. Your face has color, your eyes are sparkling, and your lips are filling with blood. Can you hear it pounding in your ears yet?"

"What?" Sarah asked.

"You're getting horny aren't you Sarah?" Devon asked.

"NO." Sarah protested.

"Nipples perking up a bit." Rebecca said. "What was it, the idea, or the humiliation of being treated like this?" 

"I'm not getting horny." Sarah insisted.

Rebecca moved like lightning and quickly flipped Sarah over. Then she pinned her flailing arms behind her and pinned her legs apart by shoving one of her legs between them. Sarah squealed and objected. Rebecca put a hand on Sarah's ass and then said. "I know you're a horny slut, I can see it. I can smell it. Should I feel it?" 

"No." Sarah pleaded. "Please." 

Rebecca rubbed across her ass and then drug one finger gently through the outer labia. She nodded smugly and said. "Horny as hell, she's hot and humid already Devon." 

Sarah felt her arms released and she lay across the bench crying. She felt gentle arms help her up and then sit her on the table. "Why?"

"Because you need to accept that you are an executive, and a slave. You are the executive when it's Time, and the slave when it's Time for that." Devon said softly.

"You're trying to fool yourself Sarah, and you're trying to fool us. You can fool yourself, for a very little while, your dreams and reactions are proof of the failure there." Rebecca said in a soft and supportive voice. "You can't fool us. We know what you are, and what you want." 

"No." Sarah protested.

Suddenly Devon got a blank look on his face. He held up a hand stopping Rebecca. Rebecca stood back and watched. She'd seen this before. Devon stared straight ahead, his eyes nearly closed. He frowned ever so slightly. Sarah turned and looked at Rebecca and then followed her gaze to Devon. "What?"

Devon turned and his face returned to normal. His eyes stopped blinking fast and his frown relaxed into a pleasant smile. "I'm sorry about that. I just figured out what the Times Crossword Puzzle was." 

"What?" Sarah asked. She looked at Rebecca and found she was smiling at Devon.

Rebecca knew he was just playing with Sarah, he'd had an insight, he'd probably just figured out her secrets, and a way to achieve a breakthrough to her. Rebecca knew better than to ask, she'd worked with him too long. She knew him well enough to know he expected support and her to follow his lead, even if she didn't have a clue where he was headed. Rebecca smiled as she obliged him, continuing the farce of the NY Times Crossword Puzzle. "Number eight down?" 

"Yes, infuriating." Devon confirmed. He turned back to Sarah and gestured towards the chair. "Please have a seat. I can see you're going to need a demonstration." 

Devon raised his hand and waved towards the table. "Rebecca, if you would be so kind as to indulge me?"

Rebecca frowned for a moment and then climbed on the table. She relaxed and then shifted slightly, and then said. "OK, now I'm going to talk about things I like?"

Devon smiled and said. "Forgive me Rebecca, but Sarah doesn't know a great many things." Devon sat on the stool and even went so far as to turn slightly away from Sarah. "I know this is sort of a violation of your privacy, and I apologize. However if you would tell me about your evenings with Andre?" 

Rebecca turned her head and looked at Sarah for a moment and then shifted to see Devon. "Devon, that's rather private. Perhaps you could talk to me about this first?" 

"I know." Devon said. "However your authority, and the respect you command will not be diminished. It may even help open it's eyes." 

Sarah twitched again. IT. She was nothing more than a thing to them?

Rebecca let out a puff of air and said. "Fine. As you know I was a slave before I was a trainer." 

"Did you enjoy the slave lifestyle?" Devon asked.

"Yes." Rebecca admitted. "I did. I have the most extreme orgasms when I'm involved in bondage sex." 

"You also have a kink don't you?" Devon asked next.

Rebecca looked at him long and hard and then protested slightly. "Devon." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 39



"Your particular kink, and we all have one, is you like to hear the slaves squeal when you lash them with the cane don't you?" Devon asked.

Rebecca hesitated and then softly admitted. "Yes." 

"The sharp explosion of air followed by the burst of noise of their pain. I know it gets to you, and gets you horny as hell." 

"Yes." Rebecca admitted with obvious reluctance.

"The best thing about you Rebecca, as a Mistress, is that you never give into your kink. I've never known you to use one ounce of pain just for the sake of hurting one of our trainees." Devon said next. "Not once in more than ten years have you gone over the line. That speaks of a great deal of control." 

Sarah shifted. She was astounded. Devon continued. "So tell me about your evenings with Andre, how about the one last week, after you'd participated in Geneva's pain and orgasm denial training." 

Rebecca hesitated. "Geneva was being used by Carlos, to teach him how to hurt, and heat up a slave. The way the slave really wants deep down inside. She was bound on the rack." Rebecca's eyes lost focus as she traveled back in her mind to the event. "She was stretched nicely, her body glistened with sweat, and had that lovely reddish color that you get with the multi tailed flogger." 

"She wasn't going for subspace was she?" Devon asked.

"No, Carlos wasn't letting her get comfortable with the whipping. He wanted her stinging, and burning hot." Rebecca said. "She was too. God you could smell the desire, the desperation. You could feel those slashes right through the room."

"The squeals Rebecca, how did she squeal?" Devon asked softly as he urged her to dive into the memory.

Rebecca shifted her thighs and said. "Wonderfully. She's got the cutest little gasps in her. Of all of them, she's my favorite for that." 

Sarah noticed that Rebecca was starting to breath more. She stared in absolute fascination. She also could imagine herself strung up like that, spanked, or even whipped to get her blood hot just like in the stories.

"So what happened later?" Devon asked.

"We put Geneva in a cage, and left her horny as hell all night. I doubt she got any sleep." Rebecca said.

Devon nodded. "I was thinking more along the lines of you and Andre." 

Rebecca hesitated again. "I went to his room. He was waiting, he knew I would come to him." Rebecca admitted.

"You had told him that you would?" Devon asked.

"Yes." Rebecca admitted. "We have a code." 

Devon nodded. "I know. It's unimportant. So what happened when you went to him." 

"He uses me. Hard. I want that, need it." 

"What do you mean he uses you hard?" 

"This Time, he pulled my hair, driving me to my knees before him. Sometimes I go to him nude, other Times, I go wearing a robe. On a rare occasion, I go to him dressed." 

"Why?" Devon asked. 

"I want him to tear my clothes from me. I want him to punish me, pummel me with his cock." Rebecca admitted as she squirmed a bit.

Devon brushed her face with his fingers. "So you wanted him to rape you?" 

"Well, you can't rape the willing." Rebecca said softly. 

"You were wiling?" Devon asked.

"God yes." Rebecca said. "I think I wanted it rougher than usual, and good God he obliged me. He tore my blouse off, ripping the buttons clean off the fabric. I had taken my bra off before I'd gone, the last Time he tore that off, I had a bruise and an abrasion for a week. I'd worn panties, a thin g-string. He tore that off me too." 

Devon leaned closer and almost whispered in her ear. "How did it make you feel? How did you respond?"

"I felt like he was in a huge animal lust. Pure lust for me." Rebecca admitted. "I put up a token fight, just enough to make him work for it." 

"What happened?" Devon coaxed.

"He shoved his cock in my face, then into my mouth, and into my throat." Rebecca said in a far away voice. "My nose was pressed against his pelvis, my chin had his balls slapping against it. He fucked my mouth, and my throat and I saw stars as my airway was blocked." 

Sarah was imagining it too. She could see it. Only with her as the victim.

Rebecca hesitated a few seconds and then continued. "Then he shoved me on the bed, and pinned my legs up, with his elbows you know?"

Devon nodded. "Yes, full access to your pussy." 

Rebecca nodded. "I thought he was going to come out my mouth. It felt like he was fucking my brain, literally." 

"He's rather large isn't he?" 

"Yeah." Rebecca said with a small smile. "Nearly ten full inches, and as big around as a baseball bat." 

Devon again smiled supportively and said. "How did you feel? Did you climax?" 

"Oh Yes." Rebecca said slyly. "He beat me half to death with that cock of his." She looked up at Devon and said. "I think he fucked my dinner when he shoved it up my ass." 

Sarah squeaked in surprise. Her mouth hung open as Devon continued quickly. "You enjoyed that?"

"Devon, you know I had trouble walking the next day. I even had Geneva take a quick look to make sure I hadn't torn anything." 

Devon smiled gently and nodded supportively. "I know, you told me you wanted to see her." 

Rebecca settled more completely and said. "Andre is one of the most powerful lovers I've ever had. If I was still a slave, I think I'd like him for a Master." 

"You say, if you were still a slave?" Devon said. "Do you want to go back to being a slave?" 

Rebecca shook her head. "No." She inhaled deeply. "I enjoy being a Mistress, I like it. I like helping the little darlings learn to move with grace. I like helping them find their center." She turned and looked at Devon. "You know what I really like though?" 

"Hearing them squeal?" Devon asked with his smile intact.

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about. You know what the best thing about being a trainer is?" 

Devon shook his head and waited. Rebecca answered. "I get to be the bitch. I've always wanted to. Now I get to do it. I get to push them, and I get to sneer, and I get to do all the things I always wanted to." 

"And you still want your occasional evenings with Andre." Devon said.

"God yes." Rebecca said. "He's brutal. With me, he can really let go, no holding back. I can take it. He knows it, and I love it." 

"Crystal could take it." Devon offered.

"She could, better even than I could." Rebecca admitted. "But he can't completely let go with Crystal, because he'd kill her. I'll stop him when it's Time."

"So even then, you're in control?" Devon asked.

Rebecca considered. "I guess so."

Devon leaned closer again and stage whispered. "You're the most amazing trainer I've ever known. You are truly remarkable. You're one of the few natural switches I've met, and your passion is intense Rebecca." 

She smiled and said. "Thanks." 

"No, thank you Rebecca, for trusting me, for trusting us with this." 

Sarah realized she was going to be the center of attention and stood to walk out. Devon's voice stopped her. "Sarah." 

Sarah hesitated and turned back to Devon shaking her head. "It's not true." 

"It is." Devon said as he held out his hand. "Rebecca is what you desire to be. A dominant, who gives into her submissive traits now and then." 

Sarah shook her head. She looked at Rebecca who was now sitting up. Devon spoke to tell her what she saw. "Look at her Sarah. She's already aroused just remembering the events. Would you like me to get Andre and ask him the same questions? Compare their stories. Perhaps you'd like to watch." 

"No." Sarah said. 

Devon held his hand out. "Sarah. Come here." 

Sarah took a step forward. Devon took her hand and said. "You were turned on by Rebecca's story weren't you?" 

Sarah nodded. "Yeah." 

"You want to live like that don't you?" Devon asked next.

Sarah didn't answer, finally giving a short nod. 

"Then trust us." Devon said. "We know what you desire, and we know it's possible. Rebecca lives that life already." 

"That's why I'm pushing you sweetie." Rebecca said. "I want you to be happy." 

"How?" 

"Stop fighting us." Rebecca answered. "We'll give you the foundation, that's all we have Time for. The building of erotic delights, is all yours." 

Sarah looked at Rebecca. "You think I can do that too? I mean, at night or whatever?" 

Rebecca nodded. "Sure." 

"We'll help you find a Master who will force you to submit to him. Who will take you, and make you feel wonderful." Devon said in full support. 

Sarah nodded. "OK." She looked at Rebecca and said. "I never would have guessed." 

Devon nodded. "That was the point. She's the most demanding of the dominants here. She's also the only natural switch here." 

"Mistress Ann?" Sarah asked.

Rebecca snorted laughter. "She's no submissive. She's pure dominant sweetie."

"It's not in her. It's in you." Devon clarified. 

Devon turned and said. "Rebecca don't let her be late for lunch. But talk to her, and answer her questions. Well any short of insult if you would do me that additional favor." 

Rebecca nodded. Devon stopped at the door. "Oh, and give her twenty lashes for masturbating, and from now on, chain her hands so she can't. It's my cunt she's playing with." 

Sarah gaped at him and blushed at the same Time. Rebecca laughed and said. "Oh my pleasure Devon." 

An hour later, Sarah walked into the slave dining hall, and looked at the others. "Thanks everyone. I appreciate your help." 

"Come on, let's eat." Crystal said. 

Sarah got her tray and sat down. She looked at Jeannette and then dug in with her fellow slaves. Rebecca had told her the truth. Out there, she had to be the dominant, in here, at the academy; she could relax, and explore her Submissive side, safely.

Sarah sat and ate, listening to the conversation. She was thinking about Rebecca. Never in her wildest dreams, would she have imagined that such a controlling bitch would be submissive. Not often Rebecca had said, but just when she needed it. 

I can do this. I can do the executive, all dominant, and sure of myself during the day. I can go home, and get tied up and fucked silly by someone, a master, a husband, someone who will give me what I want, what I need. 

"OK Devon, you've gotten your breakthrough with her. Now what?" Rebecca asked as she sat down.

"Rebecca, I'm sorry if that embarrassed you." 

Rebecca sighed. "I should have seen it coming. I should have realized, but it's done now, and I think you're right, it will do her some good." 

Devon sighed and said. "I hope so. Telling her that there were people who did both, she wasn't buying it. She was sure the line would be blurred. She needed to meet you, the real you Rebecca." 

Rebecca looked at Devon for a moment and appeared as though she might speak. She turned to her plate instead and continued eating. 

Ann asked the question on her mind. "Devon, is this the breakthrough you've been waiting for?"

"Yes." Devon said after a moment. "Sarah needed faith, something to silence the doubting part of her mind. Some proof that it could exist. After enduring Rebecca's lash, and knowing she's no pushover, to find that she has a submissive streak within her that she lets out from Time to Time, it gives her the faith in herself she needed." 

Ann glanced at Rebecca and saw her friend studiously eating. Ann turned back. "I won't ask if you're sure." 

Devon smiled charmingly and then raised his wrist. "Geneva." 

"Yes Master?" Geneva's voice came through the speaker. 

"Plan on going to town with me tonight slave. Have Jeannette find you something to wear." Devon next instructed.

Geneva's voice came through the speaker, with sounds of girlish laughter in the background. "Yes Master." 

"OK, he's sure." Thomas said.

Ann agreed and chuckled as she went back to eating. Devon changed subjects and began to describe training for the afternoon. He outlined the classes for the others and then said. "Sarah. We can't turn her into a service slave, and we shouldn't try. What we can do is teach her how to endure, enjoy, and participate in the BDSM sex that she desires." 

"Bondage training Devon?" Andre asked.

Devon nodded. "Yeah." He considered for a moment. "This afternoon, oral arts. Then this evening Andre, take her downstairs, and describe, only describe the activities that she'll be expected to participate in as a sexual submissive."

"Devon, she's not going to have that collection of furniture in her home, it's supposed to be a secret remember?" Ann pointed out.

"I know. However, with some simple items, which Andre will show her later, her bedroom can be converted to be used as such." Devon explained.

"Ann, a cedar chest, the kind that many people have for storing blankets?" Andre waited and got a nod from Ann showing she knew what he was talking about. "It's normally sturdy enough, and if properly selected, can be plenty sturdy enough to bind a slave up to. Other furniture can be similarly used with ropes and simple straps. The straps and ropes are then put away, and no one is the wiser." 

Ann considered then she turned and looked at Devon. "The full sleeping room." 

Devon nodded. "Common bed, common furniture. As I said Ann, this was always a part of the plan." 

"You devious son of a bitch." Ann said in admiration.

"Andre, take Diane tomorrow, and show Ann how we expect the common furniture like that in the slave sleeping area to be used." 

Andre smiled and agreed. 

"So I'm still the apprentice?" Ann asked with humor in her voice.

"Not at all, you made the connection on your own, but as I mentioned before. We all still have much to learn in this life." Devon temporized.

Thomas took on a pious attitude and held up one hand with a single finger extended. "We'll all keep learning until we die." 

This caused the group to break out in laughter including Devon, the obvious point of the joke.

"Get to work, and teach them something will you?" Devon said as he waved his staff to work.

Ann followed Thomas towards Oral arts, intent on helping Sarah, if possible.

Sarah arrived and again started station three. She was licking at the plastic pussy and then sighed and sat back. "Master, I don't understand. If I'm not going to be doing girls, why do I have to do this?" 

Thomas laughed and said. "OK, fair question. Now, the answer. The tongue swirls it's trying to teach you, the S swirl you're failing at, is needed on the next station. You can't get station four without it. But it's harder for you to learn to swirl your tongue while you are sucking the cock, than if you learn here." 

"In other words Sarah." Ann began. "While you personally may not be doing girls in the future, you will learn to do boys, by learning to lick a pussy." 

"Sorry Master, Mistress." Sarah said. 

Ann considered as Sarah went back to licking the pussy and then walked out of the class. She checked Devon's office and found it empty. He was probably taking a short nap to get ready for town.

Diane was in class, and Jeannette wasn't in Admin, no one was. Ann went upstairs and found Rebecca in her room reading another mystery novel. Ann greeted her with. "The Butler did it." 

Rebecca smiled and said. "Doubtful, there isn't one in this book." 

"Oh, he'll be introduced in the last chapter." Ann said as she took a chair facing her friend. "You OK?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yeah. Devon's right, as usual. She needed to meet, and talk to someone who is both before she would believe that she could be." 

"It couldn't have been easy." Ann offered.

"It wasn't, but once the story started, it had to be finished." Rebecca said. "I'm all right, really." 

Ann watched for any sign that her friend was lying as they chatted about the books that Rebecca had read, and was reading. Ann found no sign that Rebecca was resentful, or disturbed by the mornings events. Rebecca was just taking some Time to herself, and Ann excused herself and went back downstairs and started to write her observations on Sarah. 

Thomas finished up with station three and congratulated Sarah when she got task complete. "You see, that tongue swirl is a little tricky, and trying to learn it on the next station would have been nearly impossible."

Sarah went to the kitchen to see if she could help out. Devon stopped into the trainers office before dinner. "Anything?"

"She's objecting to doing girls, but otherwise no problem." Thomas said. 

Devon nodded. "I doubt we'll be able to make a breakthrough there. She's probably faced all the fears she can for the next week or so." He turned to Ann. "Would you object to representing us at the clubs tomorrow Mistress Ann?" 

Ann smiled and appeared amused. "With or without the Master Trainer?" 

"Without." Devon looked saddened playing along. "Take one of the girls, and just go represent us. I'm hitting Marquis and the Executive tonight." 

Ann nodded. "I think I'll take Crystal."

Devon looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah." Ann said. "She's never chosen, because she's so unpredictable granted that description is accurate and earned by her, but she's never the one. So I'll pick her, and see how she behaves." 

Devon considered. "If she goes all horny on you, it could be embarrassing." 

Ann chuckled. "I'll shove an ice cube in her, and cool her off." 

Devon nodded. "You've thought about it, and I don't need to worry about it then." 

Geneva was already eating, and wolfing her food down. Sarah looked at her askance and asked. "What's the rush?"

"I've got to get ready for Master Devon." Geneva replied. She looked the request at Diane who took it up.

"We never wear makeup or anything like that. So this evening, she's got to be made up, have her hair washed and conditioned, and get dressed to accompany Master Devon." Diane explained. "We'll help her of course." 

Jeannette entered and joined right in the conversation where Diane left off. "Your clothes are laid out, and the make up kit is ready whenever you are."

Geneva nodded and continued to shovel food into her mouth. She finished the bowl in a few more bites and then swallowed the rest of her drink before standing. "Ok, I'm going to shower and then I'll be getting my face on." 

"It's like she's going to the prom." Sarah observed. 

"No, she's going to represent us." Crystal said. "She's going with Master, he must not be disappointed, or embarrassed by us." 

"People expect a great deal of us, and we have to bust our asses to make sure that we don't screw up." Diane said. "We're the Academy, and that means a lot." 

Diane finished her bowl next and said. "OK, I'll go help Geneva get squeezed into whatever clothes Jeannette found for her."

Sarah wanted to see the finished product but she had a class, in ballet since it was bumped this morning. Mistress Rebecca had said a brief class would be in order after dinner. 

Jeannette looked and saw the desire on Sarah's face and made a decision. She turned and walked to the Admin finding Mistress Rebecca and spoke to her. "Mistress, do you have a minute?"

"Yes Jeannette." Rebecca said and stepped aside. She listened to the observation, and the suggestion. "Ok, do it." 

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette returned and found Crystal eating with Sarah. She sat down with her tray and said. "I spoke with Mistress Rebecca, there's been a change. You can come watch us stuff Geneva into her costume for the evening." 

"Thanks, I wondered what she would be wearing." Sarah admitted.

Crystal giggled as she said. "Not much, and probably not for long." 

Jeannette smiled tolerantly and said. "We all do what Master orders us to." 

Crystal grinned knowingly as she said. "Oh, like her panties won't be soaked in ten minutes flat." 

"Crystal, you are incorrigible." Jeannette scolded her gently. "Don't worry about what Geneva is doing, concentrate on getting yourself right so you can get your tag."

Crystal got serious. "I have been. I've been working on everything they want me to." 




The Vassal Academy Ch. 39



"Diving for Master Devon's cock in massage?" Jeannette asked.

"Ok, that was a fuck up. But it just looked so nice." Crystal said sheepishly. "I slipped up is all." 

Jeannette grinned and said. "I worry about one thing, that we'll get a male house slave, and you'll fuck him to death." 

Crystal grinned. "I wouldn't be alone in trying to do that would I?" 

Sarah watched the banter between the two. A male slave, well she hadn't considered it, but why not? If the house slaves got to Party as Crystal put it, why wouldn't the male, if one was around, join in?

"Ask Josh if he's up for some fun Crystal, if you want a cock so bad." Jeannette suggested.

"No way." Crystal protested. "Not since Mistress Rebecca put that hour Time limit on me. I come up hornier than I went down." 

Sarah didn't hide her confusion at all. Jeannette turned to her. "Crystal is a sex machine. She won't stop herself. She's a little slut and we love her." Jeannette smiled at Crystal as she said this. "But we have to make sure she doesn't get hurt, so we have limits on her fun. When we party, we chain her up when we're done, and thus guarantee she doesn't hurt herself afterwards." 

"It's not fair." Crystal pouted, but her eyes smiled as she pretended to be put upon. 

Jeannette continued ignoring the petulance of the teenager. "So while Josh isn't a slave, we're allowed to party with him too. Mistress Rebecca realizing that Josh probably wouldn't stop her, put a Time limit on her fun downstairs." 

"I have to actually report to her, and then get locked to my bed, like I'm going to sneak back down." Crystal pouted even more.

"You did sneak back down." Jeannette reminded her. "Which is how you got locked up in the first place."

"Well, I didn't think Josh would call Mistress." Crystal looked sheepishly at Sarah. "Who would have thought the guy wouldn't want more sex?"

"He knew the rules, and unlike you, his punishment is termination, which he doesn't want." Jeannette pointed out. "Your punishment was a week of no parties, and being locked to your bed after ducking down to see him." 

"Oh she's not still pouting about me calling Mistress Rebecca is she?" Josh asked as he sat down with a tray. 

"Of course." Jeannette answered. 

Sarah almost laughed. There was a teenager, who apparently had a sex drive that would lay a platoon of Marine's on their backs with exhaustion, and everyone here seemed determined to take care of her and only give her what they thought she needed. Sarah suddenly stopped smiling and looked around astounded. Where in the world could you go where the people involved wouldn't fuck that girl to death? Where in the universe wouldn't people take advantage of that?  Sarah had looked bondage stuff up on the internet from home, and been shocked by some of what she'd seen. It was disgusting some of the things going on. Especially from Germany, presumably the old East Germany, and some of the old Eastern Block Soviet Nations. Dozens of men, all fucking and then urinating on a woman, or a girl. Others showed the same, only with Scat thrown in. Sarah had vowed never to do that, but wouldn't Crystal gravitate towards that? 

Jeannette saw Sarah's face and asked. "Something wrong?" 

Sarah looked at Crystal and decided she didn't want to give the girl any ideas. She was too sweet to allow something like that to happen. "Oh, just thinking." 

Jeannette glanced at Crystal and then said. "Yes, she's a handful." 

"I've been getting better." Crystal whined.

"Yes you have." Jeannette said with a matronly smile. "You really have been getting better. We love you and are proud of you, you know that." 

"I know." Crystal said slumping. "I just get horny is all." 

Josh grinned at her. "Tell you what, come on down tonight, and we'll party a bit." 

"No way." Crystal said. "Upstairs, I get to go for more than an hour. You come up." 

Josh shook his head. "Nah."

Crystal looked at Jeannette. "The Time limit only applies if I'm alone down there, can we all go?"

Jeannette laughed. "So I'll be watching TV, some movie marathon while you're getting fucked silly?" 

"You can join in." Crystal offered weakly.

Jeannette shook her head. "No, besides I think Master Andre is planning on calling one of us. He had that twinkle in his eye." 

Sarah coughed and said. "I think he'll be with Mistress Rebecca." 

Jeannette looked comforting to Crystal when she said. "Sorry Crystal." 

Crystal inhaled and sighed deeply. "God what I wouldn't give to be chained to his bed every night." 

They finished eating and headed upstairs to see the progress. Mistress Rebecca and Diane were working with Geneva, putting her make up on from a professional style make up kit. The big box was open and Diane was gently applying eye liner as they entered the bathroom. 

Sarah squeezed her thighs together as she imagined going out dressed like that. Geneva's collar was bright Royal blue, and her dress matched. It was supposed to be a dress anyway. It looked more like a shirt that had been stretched to cover half Geneva's ass. As she sat on the stool and patiently waited for them to finish her face, more than half her ass cheek was in direct contact. It was a shimmering metallic blue material, and Geneva's nipples were plainly tenting the material. 

Tall spike heel shoes were on the counter next to one of the sinks and Sarah turned back to the show. Diane was talking to Geneva. "You've done this before, expect hand signals, and if he sends you in with a stranger, just fuck him and enjoy." 

"A stranger?" Sarah asked unsure.

"Yeah." Diane said as she finished the second eye and stood back to look. 

Rebecca gave a nod and said. "One more coat of lipstick, and Geneva, if you're told to blow someone, and you don't leave a ring at the base of the cock, I'll beat you for a month." 

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said smiling. 

Sarah watched as they layered another coat of slut red lipstick on Geneva and then stood back. They announced she was ready and Rebecca walked out to let Devon know. Geneva looked in the mirror and said. "Damn I look pretty good." 

"You're gorgeous." Crystal gushed. "Everyone is going to be asking Master for your treats." 

Geneva looked at Crystal in the mirror and said. "It's not mine, it's his." 

Diane giggled a bit and said. "Jesus, you just got worked over hard last night from Mistress Rebecca, and I know she worked you over, I saw the marks." 

Crystal sighed and walked out saying. "I'm going to clean up the kitchen. I don't have Time for this kind of foolishness." 

Jeannette even laughed at that. "Diane, go give her a hand. Come on Geneva, let's present you to Master." 

Diane left and Geneva put her shoes on. She was sort of short, almost squat with her muscular shoulders. Her torso was triangular though, with her waist being smaller than her chest by several inches. Her breasts weren't large, but were somehow taut. Her light brown hair that normally flowed to her shoulders was spun up into a bun at the back of her head. Geneva stood up and said. "OK, I'm ready." 

Jeannette nodded. "Don't forget your thong if you do serve someone. Those things are expensive as hell." 

Geneva grinned as they headed for the door. "Right, don't leave him a souvenir." 

Geneva entered Master Devon's room and Sarah was standing back watching. Jeannette stood next to her and said. "Any questions?" 

"Will she really fuck a stranger?" 

"If told to, yes." Jeannette said and gestured the other way down the hall. "Come on."

Jeannette first turned a radio on and smiled. The soft music flowed through the room. After putting Sarah's cell phone on the small night stand, she took her dress off and set it down gently and began to undress as she said. "Forgive me, but I look forward to this all fucking day." 

Under the dress she was wearing very stylish lingerie and Sarah asked. "You said you prefer nude right?"

"Yeah." Jeannette answered. "I do, but Master wants me dressed." 

"So you pick out your clothes?" 

Jeannette shook her head and opened the door to her closet. "Mistress Ann does." She pointed at the clothes hanging up on the backside of the door. "That's what I'm to wear tomorrow." 

Sarah gulped. "They come in your room?" 

"Sure." Jeannette said. "All of this is mine, no one will take it, but it and I belong to Master, so they can come in whenever they want." 

Sarah sat and said. "How do you do it?" 

Jeannette put a slave shirt on to make Sarah more comfortable. "Do what?" 

Sarah watched as Jeannette peeled her panties off and tossed them into a pile of other clothes to be laundered inside the closet. "Live like this?" 

Jeannette sat down on the bed and shrugged. "I tried it the other way, but I hated it. So this way is right for me. When you get a Master, you'll figure out with him what you're comfortable with, and you'll find happiness when you do." 

Sarah considered. "I don't want anyone telling me what to wear everyday." 

"Because you're an executive. You can't wear what we do."

Rebecca's voice came from behind them. "What Jeannette means is you have to dress the part of an executive, and you can't be expected to dress like a slut, which is how we dress them." 

Sarah turned around and almost jumped up but noticed that Jeannette didn't move. Rebecca waved a hand. "It's an understanding, we don't expect that the slaves will jump and kneel while in their rooms, unless we give a signal that we want that." 

Sarah understood too. She sat down but turned to face Rebecca and said. "Thank you."

Rebecca leaned against the wall and said. "Master Devon has left, and was very pleased with Geneva." 

Jeannette nodded and said. "Yes Mistress, she looked good. You and Diane did a good job." 

"Start thinking about Crystal, she's going out with Mistress Ann tomorrow." Rebecca next instructed.

Jeannette considered. "Her body is a little thinner, almost like Diane, but not as wide in the hips." 

"I'm thinking Bustier or some little top, a schoolgirl skirt, and some mules. Perhaps pony tails and the dirty schoolgirl look." 

Jeannette grinned and said. "I'll speak to Master Devon and see if he has any objections." 

Rebecca smiled. "What do you think he'll say?" 

"I believe he may suggest other clothing Mistress." Jeannette answered.

"Include the ruffled panties." Rebecca said and turned to Sarah. "How are you doing?"

"OK." Sarah admitted. "Everyone is so strict downstairs, this is kind of a surprise." 

Rebecca inhaled and seemed to consider. "Oh I'm still the Mistress, and Jeannette knows it. Yet we're more relaxed up here, this is our home, as well as our work." 

Sarah realized that made perfect sense. It seemed so obvious now, but she hadn't considered it. "So my phone hasn't rung, or gotten a message?"

"Nope." Jeannette said and then handed it to Sarah who glanced at it. 

Sarah saw it was fully charged, and that there were no messages, text or voice. "Good I guess." 

"Afraid they'll find they can get along without you for a few days?" Rebecca asked.

"Not really." Sarah said handing the phone back. "I guess I'm sort of used to being on it all day, every day." 

Jeannette got an impish grin on her face. "I know just what you mean. I am used to being nude and they won't let me enjoy myself either." She put on a pretend pout and then broke up laughing as Rebecca did.

Sarah joined in. The sense of camaraderie was almost palpable. She understood something else. The slaves loved the masters, and the masters loved the slaves. Not just enjoyed fucking, and or tormenting. It was love. 

Sarah was escorted by Mistress Rebecca to the slave sleeping wing someTime later. Her hands were chained to her collar, and her collar chained to the wall. She felt humiliation well within her and she felt rising panic at the helplessness of the situation. "Wait." She called to Rebecca who was at the door. "Don't leave me like this." 

Rebecca smiled and said. "The red cord releases you from the chain, but sets off alarms. You're safe Sarah, and you're not going to touch my cunt without permission are you?"

Sarah twisted and said. "Please." 

Rebecca sighed and stepped back into the room and stood for a moment. "You are obeying. You're not in any danger. Your Master may well leave you tied up for the night. You'll sleep well enough, just remember that you can get out by pulling the red string." 

Sarah looked at the string and then returned her gaze to Rebecca who was again at the door. "Good Night Sarah." Rebecca was gone, and the lights were turned out as she left. The hallway was next lit by only a very dim light. 

Sarah lay on the futon, feelings of vulnerability conflicting with humiliation, and worse, a little voice in her mind screamed "Yes." 

Sarah fought to control her panic, and then noticed her desire for sex was at an incredible level. She was fucking horny as hell. Crystal couldn't hold a candle to her twenty minutes later. She squeezed her thighs, and next tried to ignore it. She could feel herself getting literally soaking wet. 

A fantasy come true, of being totally helpless, totally at the mercy of another, and this was exactly where she was, and wasn't. She was chained, unable to escape, and unable to do anything to relieve her burning desire. No one was here to help with her escape, or her physical need. 

She tossed and turned, and finally drifted off to sleep, and her dreams of being possessed by one who would do this to her at his whim. One who was mature enough to see through her protests, and wise enough to know what she really wanted. One who was strong enough to see she needed to be taken, and brutal enough to do it.

Devon sipped a drink at the Executive club while Geneva mixed with some of the other slaves, answering questions, and telling people about the school. Devon was chatting with two Dominants who were asking questions, and seeking knowledge. Devon answered the questions, but left the secrets hidden in the shadows. 

"Geneva, what's it like showering with everyone else? That's something I really don't want to experience. The whole community bathroom thing." Jimmy a small and delicate male with pouting eyes asked.

Geneva smiled supportively. "God it's hard at first, I fucking nearly freaked out myself, and I was in the Army. But they're not paying attention to you, not really. They've got too much to do to worry about what you're up to. Josh got into the swing quickly when he was there. Everyone does." 

"How is Josh doing?" Kate asked. "We don't see him anymore, no one does."

"I see him every day, he's working there in the Kitchen, he asked to join Chef there, and it's worked out great for everyone." Geneva explained. 

Jimmy gave voice to his protest again. "But the bathroom. How come we have to?" It wasn't a whine yet, but it wasn't far from one.

Geneva looked at him patiently and supportively. "Because, it teaches us something very important. We can't hide anything from Master. We're his property, body, and soul. All of our secrets, all of our most private moments are his."

Kate seemed to consider this. "You know, I think I kind of get it." 

Geneva turned and gave Kate her full attention and waited for her to continue, which took another moment as Kate put her feelings, her thoughts, into words. "What you're saying I mean. I think I get it." Kate glanced at Jimmy and said. "We all hold back right? We keep our secrets, and we hide them. If you're there, it's hard to take even a moment, because you're never alone, to consider your thoughts in private." 

"It's barbaric, disgusting." Jimmy said sniffing. "I don't want to see anyone take a shit, and I damned sure don't want anyone watching me taking a shit." 

Kate looked at Geneva and then asked. "Does your Master really know all your secrets?"

Geneva nodded. "Yeah, they know everything about me. My deepest desire, my wants, and what's best for me." She looked at Jimmy. "I've never been happier in my life, than with them." 

Jimmy sniffed again and walked off shaking his head. Another guy who was standing back looked around and said. "Geneva right?"

"Yeah. I'm Geneva." Geneva said holding her hand out. 

"I'm Darren." He shook hands. 

"You're not wearing a collar, so Master Darren?" Geneva asked in question.

Darren waved his hand in a so-so fashion. "Sometimes." 

"Switch?" Geneva asked.

"Yeah, sometimes." Darren answered. "Tell me about the training, the sleep training in particular." 

"It's actually very simple sir. We just shock the shit out of the slaves until they quit moving." Geneva said. Then she described the cage and the effects of the small electrical shocks. 

Darren seemed to be considering. "Ballet. You said that Ballet taught you grace and poise and position training right?"

Geneva nodded. "Yes sir." She then described the hours of training that went into the classes.

"So it begins, logically I suppose with standing and walking?" Darren asked.

"Yes sir." Geneva confirmed. 

Darren frowned and said. "I've spent more time as a submissive, sir seems wrong somehow." 

"Sir, you're not a submissive, at least not now. Mistress Rebecca has explained my duties. If you're not a submissive now, you are a Dominant, and I am required to call you sir." 

Darren considered for a few more seconds. "Thanks for the information." 

"Yes sir." Geneva said smiling. 

Darren started to turn away and then turned back. "Who handles the investments of the Vassal Corporation by the way?" 

"Sir?" Geneva asked. Darren repeated the question and Geneva answered. "I don't know sir, my pay goes into a savings account, and the lawyers take care of the taxes and all that." 

Darren nodded thoughtfully and then thanked Geneva again before leaving. He paid his tab, he didn't want it to roll over, interest was not something he could manage paying much of. When he'd joined, and paid the membership fee, he'd been a successful broker with North Eastern Insurance Group. He'd been investing money, and his accounts had all shown nice returns for years. Then the market had a hiccup, and the housing market had skipped, and now, now he was out of work. One of those laid off, and he was having trouble finding more work around New York. He'd thought of calling some friends in Chicago, and hopefully getting into the mercantile exchange, or perhaps relocating to Japan to work there. 

Darren checked out of the club and then walked to the subway station. What the hell did a stockbroker do who didn't have a client or a place to trade? The club was an extravagance, and he'd have to let it go. Perhaps tomorrow would bring a job offer that would allow him to keep the membership. If not, then it was likely he'd have to hang out in a normal club, without the monthly fees.

Darren arrived back at his apartment and looked over the bills on his counter. The co-op fee was about due, and so was every other bill he had coming in. He glanced at his computer to see if his personal worth numbers had changed, they hadn't. He was not broke, not by a long shot. He still had six figures in his accounts. But that six figures was at one time seven plus. He had lost more than half, and there wasn't any coming in. In fact, all his stocks were costing him, and that was the problem.

What most people don't realize is that stocks are a way to make, or lose money quickly. If a stock pays a dividend, like Exxon, or Comcast, then you get a check for what your share, based upon the amount of stock you own, of the profits the company made. 

On the other hand, if the company loses money, you get a bill, again based upon your share, based upon the number of shares you own, of the fee's to keep the company in business. 

An example he used to explain to people was this. Company X loses 1 million dollars. They have 1 million shares of stock. Each share of stock has to pay 1 dollar to make up the losses. This of course, makes the stock unattractive to potential investors, who don't want to lose money, and drives the price of the stock down.