5 comments/ 30722 views/ 3 favorites The Training of Michael Ch. 01 By: TheLadyVictoria Michael stared, unseeing, at the layer of dark, ominous clouds beneath the jet's wings, his thoughts as turbulent as the storm below. His book lay unopened in his lap as he contemplated the past several months of his life. Not for the first time, he wondered if he was making the biggest mistake of his life, turning his back on everything and everyone to chase an elusive dream. His hands trembled as he gently fingered the heavy silver chain locked around his neck. What in the world had he been thinking? He desperately wanted a drink to calm his nerves, but Her directions had been explicit—no alcohol. Michael glanced around at his fellow passengers, wondering if any could possibly see his inner turmoil. Satisfied no one seemed to be staring knowingly at him, Michael continued his contemplation. Closing his eyes, Michael relived the drama of last night, when he told his wife of 16 years he was leaving...and why. Julie, with her big brown eyes, thought he was joking, of course. Who, in their right mind, would give up a family, a lucrative career, a beautiful home, everything, just for the chance to serve a Mistress? Julie's disbelief soon turned into tears, then anger, as the truth set in. Her husband was really leaving her. And for some slut in black leather, yet! Those brown eyes soon were snapping with rage as she turned her back on Michael and stomped out the door. "Just don't come crawling back to me," she exploded, "when She realizes what a wuss you really are!" A lone tear slid unchecked down his cheek as Michael contemplated the enormity of what he had done. A new life. Yeah, sure. What if he screwed this up, too? What if his new Mistress, after owning him for a few months, decided She no longer wanted him? What the hell would he do then? He thought about his last conversation with Her. "Come to Me, now, My little one. You are Mine," She said softly. Now, he was flying to meet Her, his new Owner, his new life. At long last. His dream was coming true. ***** She lounged quietly, soothed by the sensual scent of Chanel 5 rising from the warm bubbles in the tub, while jasmine, Her personal slave, gently washed Her back. Her strenuous exercise had done its magic, erasing the mental tension. Now, the hot steaming water was easing the tension from Her muscles. Accepting a new slave never failed to excite Her, even as the thought of all the long hours She would put into training the new one tired Her. Perhaps this is the one, Lady Victoria thought to Herself. Others had come before him, and for different reasons, were no longer here. She mentally reviewed Her preparations, ensuring his transition to his new life would be fairly smooth. After all, She didn't want things to be too smooth! Where was the fun in that? She loved watching the new ones' inner struggles as they entered Her House. Some were there for further training, sent by their own Mistresses. Others wanted to become the perfect slave in hopes of gaining the interest of the Mistress of their dreams. This one, though..... With a start, Lady Victoria opened Her eyes to see jasmine standing quietly, holding the warmed towel open for Her. As jasmine gently dried Her body, She decided to visit the dungeon. She slipped into the flowing caftan jasmine held open for Her, then the matching mules with the four-inch-high heels. A slight motion of Her hand brought jacob, Her head slave, to Her side. At nearly six feet in height, She towered over the diminutive slave by several inches. The depth of his loyalty and service more than made up for any lack of stature, however. That was why She had recently promoted him to head slave. The others were envious, of course, but were so well trained that the envy never turned into jealousy. Lady Victoria was meticulous about ensuring Her slaves felt loved and cared for. As the two made their way downstairs, jacob walked one step behind and one step to the left. He had, indeed, learned his lessons well. He knew that to make his Mistress wait while he opened doors would result in punishment, and possibly the loss of his new position in Her House. Lady Victoria looked around the dungeon space, admiring the gleaming silver, waxed wood, and soft leather. Her gaze fell upon Her wall of toys. "jacob," She said softly, "who was in charge of that wall?" "Mistress, alice was given that privilege," he replied equally as softly. "Bring her to Me," Victoria ordered. "Certainly, Mistress," jacob replied and quickly went to fetch alice. Lady Victoria saw alice, a mousey creature, blanch when jacob relayed his Mistress' order, but to her credit, the young girl did not hesitate to follow the instructions given her. As she knelt before the Mistress, she was quaking inside. "alice," Lady Victoria said, "you were responsible for the toys?" "Yes, Mistress," alice replied softly. Lady Victoria reached down and gently raised alice's head. Looking into those scared brown eyes, Lady Victoria chuckled. "You do know that I expect perfection, correct?" "Yes, Mistress," alice quickly replied. "Look at that wall and tell Me what is not perfect," Lady Victoria commanded. alice looked at the wall and immediately saw that one of Her favorite floggers was hanging crookedly. "Oh, Mistress! I am so sorry," alice cried, and started to rise to correct her mistake, but Lady Victoria quickly forced her back to her knees. "It is too late, now, little one," She said. "Go and bring Me that flogger." alice quickly retrieved the instrument and kneeling, offered it up to the Mistress, after kissing its braided tails. "Assume the position, alice," Lady Victoria ordered. "In front of everyone?" alice asked aghast, tears in her eyes. "alice, I know you are only here for a short time, but you will never, ever question My orders," Lady Victoria stated firmly. "Your Mistress sent you to Me because you continually failed to grasp the concept of immediate and total obedience. Do you dispute this?" "No, Mistress," alice replied, her eyes downcast. Quickly alice assumed the punishment position, her ass in the air, legs spread, head on her hands in front of her. The other three slaves stopped their work and quickly kneeled around the area, as they knew their Mistress' wishes for an audience when punishing a new slave. "jacob, fetch Me the large plug," Mistress said with a gleam in Her eyes. Lady Victoria saw the quiver run through alice's slight body at the mention of the plug. "This will hurt, alice, and I will allow your cries this time," ordered Lady Victoria. "Yes, Mistress," alice softly replied. jacob brought the plug, gloves, and lubricant to his Mistress. "Watch Me, alice," Lady Victoria commanded. As alice raised her head, her eyes widened in fear at the sight of the large butt plug. "But, Mistress, that won't fit!" she cried. At the look in the Mistress' eyes, alice knew she had done it again. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I will accept whatever punishment You decide," alice said. "Of course you will, little one. You have no choice in the matter," Lady Victoria stated firmly. While alice watched, Lady Victoria generously lubricated the huge plug. "Position, little one." alice quickly lowered her head once more to her hands and waited. She felt the cold lubricant as the Mistress' gloved hand spread the gel around the waiting asshole. A gloved finger slipped inside and alice gasped. Another finger joined the first and alice's ass started moving to accept more. A quick swat to alice's butt stopped the movement. "Be still, little one," She commanded. Suddenly She removed Her fingers and placed the huge plug at the opening of alice's sweet hole. alice tensed, but She waited. As alice slowly relaxed, She inserted the end of the plug, held it still for a moment then started pushing it in. alice whimpered, then cried out, as more and more of the plug was inserted. alice couldn't help it, she had to move! "jacob," Victoria said. jacob knew what his Mistress wanted and quickly knelt by the sobbing alice to hold her still. "Shhh," he whispered to alice, "or you will only make it worse for yourself." As he gentled the girl, he remembered the first time he received this particular punishment. Now, of course, his asshole was ready to accept whatever and whomever his Mistress ordered. But he still remembered the pain, the humiliation. Lady Victoria caught jacob's eye and gave a slight nod. He gently grasped alice's head and held it down. With a quick movement, Lady Victoria plunged the huge butt plug totally inside alice's ass. alice screamed, of course, and cried. alice couldn't see the look of sexual excitement on the Mistress' face, but jacob and the others could. When Lady Victoria addressed alice, Her voice was husky with desire. "You will not drop that plug, alice," She commanded. A wavery voice answered, "Yes, Mistress." Lady Victoria drew back Her arm and quickly laid the tails of the heavy flogger across alice's buttocks. Beautiful red marks immediately appeared. Again and again, the flogger rose and fell, each time a little harder, until alice's butt glowed a rosy red. alice's cries could be heard throughout the House and Mistress gloried in the sound. "jacob," She said softly. "The cane, Mistress?" asked jacob. "At once, jacob!" She commanded. Lady Victoria well knew jacob's soft side would expect Her to consider this punishment complete, but She also knew that alice needed the marks from the cane as a reminder in the days to come. jacob quickly brought the punishment cane. A long, stout bamboo cane, the punishment cane brought tears to the eyes of those with even the most hardened butts. Lady Victoria knelt down by alice and softly stroked her hair from her face. "We are not quite finished, little one. I want you to remember this day and the lessons you have learned." "Yes, Mistress, as You command," alice softly replied, tears streaming down her face. The cane landed on alice's already sore butt with a loud crack. alice's scream brought tears to the eyes of all who heard. Another crack of the cane gave another beautiful red welt. Four more times, the cane rose and fell, leaving six evenly spaced raised welts. alice was crying uncontrollably, and all the slaves had tears in their eyes. They had all felt the punishment cane at one time or another and while they all felt sorry for poor alice, they were secretly glad it was her and not them. jacob, though, remembering his first punishment, also remembered what came afterwards and was just a little bit envious. At a slight hand motion, jacob brought a low stool and placed it by his Mistress. Victoria sat on the stool and gathered alice into Her arms, stroking her hair, and whispering in her ear. "Little one, it is over. As long as you remember the rules, this is the end of it. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," alice sobbed softly. Leaning into Mistress' strong arms, alice felt safer than she had ever felt before. "Remember to write about all this in your journal tonight, alice, especially about how you felt and what you are feeling now," Mistress instructed. "Yes, Mistress," was the soft reply. Lady Victoria motioned to pet, Her personal playtoy. As pet kneeled before Mistress, jacob felt a stab of jealousy. "No!," he thought to himself, "that's MY job!" His face remained unchanged, but She knew. "Next time, jacob," She promised. Jacob's face reddened slightly, and She chuckled, knowing he wondered how She always knew what he was thinking. "Prepare her, pet," She commanded. Victoria waited, but alice was silent. Sighing, Victoria asked, "alice, do you not have something to say?" "Oh, Mistress! Yes, Ma'am!" alice quickly remembered what Mistress wanted to hear. "Thank you, Mistress," alice said softly, as she knelt before her Mistress and kissed the toe of Her boots. "That's a good girl," She said gently. jacob hastened to open the door as Lady Victoria swept through, continuing through Her House, noting anything that needed to be cleaned, changed, or repaired. As usual, nothing was amiss, and She smiled to Herself. "I love being Mistress," She thought to Herself. The Training of Michael Ch. 03 She glided into Her room, where pet and alice were kneeling, awaiting their Mistress. "alice, inspection," She commanded. alice immediately stood at attention, legs spread shoulder-width apart, back straight, chest thrust out, head held high with eyes downcast, hands behind her head. "Beautiful," Lady Victoria murmured. She made a minor adjustment in alice's posture, then slowly walked around her. Lady Victoria's hands, which had caused such agony a short time ago, now were soft as velvet as they stroked the angry red welts. "Bend over," She ordered. alice, of course, quickly complied. Lady Victoria's fingers slid down alice's butt, noting with approval that pet had applied the special ointment after bathing alice. The Mistress fingered the sore orifice. "You will come to love the pain, little one," She said, "almost as much as I love inflicting it." alice doubted the truth in that but wisely responded with "Yes, Mistress." Lady Victoria chuckled knowingly. alice blushed, but otherwise showed no change in her expression. "You are learning quickly," She praised. "Thank you, Mistress," alice glowed. alice watched as pet helped Mistress prepare for bed, removing the caftan and hanging it in Mistress' huge closet. The mules were placed in a separate closet, filled with dozens of pairs of boots and shoes. Mistress stood by Her bed, magnificently naked. A small hand movement brought both girls to their Mistress' feet. pet assumed her usual position, on hands and knees at Mistress' side. alice, having no idea what came next, mimicked pet's posture. Idly, Lady Victoria stroked pet's head, running Her fingers through pet's silky locks. Her other hand reached down and stroked alice's cheek. "So soft," Mistress murmured. Mistress leaned over to whisper in alice's ear, "While you are here, little one, you are Mine." She then lightly kissed alice's soft lips. Her tongue lightly stroked alice's closed mouth. Her hand glided down alice's cheek, neck, throat, collar bone, then finally down to alice's supple breast, circling the nipple with Her long fingernail until alice whimpered and moved closer. Lady Victoria asked alice, "Have you ever pleasured your Mistress before?" Blushing, alice replied softly, "No, Mistress." "But you have wanted to, have you not?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress, but..." "Yes?" prompted Mistress. "Well, Mistress, not like I want to pleasure you!" alice blurted out, blushing furiously. Lady Victoria chuckled, pleased with the girl's answer. "Then you must certainly be taught how to do just that," She said, smiling. "Now, little ones, come to Me." They all three piled up in Mistress' huge bed, with Lady Victoria in the middle. "alice, now you will learn another important lesson," Lady Victoria told the nervous slave. "When you are with Me here in bed, you are allowed a little more freedom. pet will show you what I like and how I like it. But I want you to experiment, too. Understand?" "Oh, yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!" was alice's enthusiastic reply. "A backrub, Mistress?" asked pet. "Oh, that would be lovely, my pet," replied Lady Victoria. "Just the thing to break in the new girl!" alice watched as pet warmed the richly scented lotion in her hands and started massaging Mistress' feet. Emboldened by Mistress' words, she started warming lotion in her hands, copying pet's motions, and began massaging Mistress' shoulders and back. pet moved up, massaging each slim ankle and shapely calf, while alice moved downwards. They both arrived at Mistress' butt about the same time. alice stopped, not quite knowing whether or not her "freedom" extended to actually touching Mistress' butt. pet, however, had no such qualms and smoothly moved her hands and started kneading Mistress' butt. A low moan from Mistress made pet smile, and she winked at alice. alice grinned and started on the other cheek. Mistress' moan was a little louder and longer this time. Both girls grinned as they worked. Mistress turned over onto Her back and looked up at the girls kneeling on the bed, one to each side. Mistress smiled at both of them, then reached up and stroked each girl's breasts. alice's eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation. pet, however, took the opportunity to start massaging lotion along her Mistress' front. Lady Victoria smiled as pet applied warmed lotion to Her firm breasts. Then alice mimicked pet's motions and soon, She was moaning in pleasure. As the girls' hands moved lower, their mouths each found a nipple. The massage was soon forgotten as the two slaves pleasured their Mistress with their tongues, mouths, and fingers. The Lady's moans grew, then suddenly stopped. Lady Victoria's sigh sounded of regret and Her voice brought both pet and alice back to reality. "Girls, leave me now. I have much planning to do. pet, you will watch over alice tonight." "Yes, Mistress. Good night, Mistress," the girls said in unison as they backed out the door, closing it softly. Lady Victoria rang the bell for jacob. In less than a minute, he was knocking softly on Her door. "Enter," She commanded. "You must have been waiting for My call," She said. "Yes, Mistress," replied jacob. "I thought you might want to know that the preparations are completed." "I expected nothing less, jacob," She said fondly. "Thank you." "You are most welcome, my Mistress," jacob said softly. "Is there anything else I may do for you this evening?" "Just remind jasmine I need to be awakened early tomorrow. We have a pickup to make," She said and grinned. jacob loved that evil grin! He knew the new one would be requiring a lot of Mistress' time and energy, and he also knew that, judging by the evil grin, She was looking forward to it. He hoped, for Her sake, that the new one didn't let Her down. "Good night, jacob," She murmured, already half asleep, sprawled out beneath Her silk sheets. "Good night, Mistress. Wicked dreams," jacob replied as he backed out the door. Leaving Mistress to Her sleep, jacob went to the slaves' quarters to make sure all was well. He gazed approvingly at the neat, clean quarters. He had once been owned by a much less fastidious Mistress, living in quarters he wouldn't let a dog live in. He shuddered at the memory, and once again, felt pride at being owned by One such as She. He performed his usual bed check, noting that all the slaves were where they were supposed to be. He gently touched jasmine's shoulder and her eyes popped open. "Shhh," he said. "I just wanted to make sure you knew to wake Mistress at 5:30 tomorrow. It's the big day, you know!" jasmine grinned. "As if I could forget!" jacob walked back out and entered the room next door, his own private quarters, one of his rewards for being named head slave. Just a twin bed, table, chair, and lamp, but he felt like it was a kingdom. He smiled as he prepared himself for bed, making sure his alarm clock was set. The past several weeks' excitement was taking its toll on everyone. There was no quiet whispering among the slaves. All were asleep almost as soon as their heads touched their pillows. jacob heard the slave on sentry duty pass quietly by his door, and then let himself sink into welcome sleep. The Training of Michael Ch. 05 jacob talked as he worked, patiently teaching michael what he would need to know to properly serve Mistress. "This time, you will stand in one of the niches...I'll show you which one...and watch. You will stand very still and watch. Just don't let any of the Ladies catch you looking directly at Her!" True to his word, jacob took michael to the dining room and put him in one of several niches around the room, taking the time to pose him in a provocative stance. "Now, don't move or speak unless directed to by Mistress." michael quickly took in the large room with a glance, noticing that three other niches were occupied by slaves as naked as he, in various poses. The other male was fully erect. michael was glad he, too, wouldn't let his Mistress down on that count. Suddenly the French doors opened and in swept Lady Victoria, followed by three other Ladies. michael stood very still and lowered his eyes, after noting that all four of the Dominants were wearing at least one leather article of clothing. jacob had followed and quickly moved into place behind his Mistress. Three other slaves followed jacob and each took his place behind his own Mistress. No sooner had They been seated than the door from the kitchen opened and two of the kitchen slaves entered bearing two plates each. They handed these to the slaves standing behind the Ladies and these slaves, in turn, each served his own Mistress. michael marveled at the timing, as all plates appeared in front of the Ladies at the same time. The savory aroma of pasta fagioli taunted michael as he realized he was starving. He had skipped breakfast so as not to be late. He thought back to this morning's "abduction" and felt his cock bounce. What a way to be picked up, he thought to himself and very nearly grinned. He quickly shut out that line of thinking and paid attention to the brunch, just in time to hear one of the Ladies comment on Mistress' "decorations." "Victoria, I love the living statues in here," commented a beautiful young Domme. "If you have no objection, I think I will do something similar in My House." "Amber, darling, I would consider it a compliment," responded Lady Victoria with a warm smile. "And you shall see more of them after Our meal," hinted Lady Victoria, with a sly wink to Mistress Amber. michael listened intently for further clues about this afternoon's entertainments, but the discussion centered around the difficulties in finding and training good slaves, the price of leather goods, methods of punishing/rewarding behavior, and different uses for certain toys. The soup course was removed, in unison again, and replaced with a light salad plate. The slaves replaced the glasses of chianti with glasses filled with a sparkling white wine. Each made sure his Lady's glass remained full, topping it off every time She drank from it. The conversation continued while the salad plates were removed and replaced with a dessert plate bearing fruit and cheese. The Ladies all but ignored the slaves, but michael did notice several glances his way. "Tell Me about this new one of Yours, Victoria," requested a formidable-looking Lady with long, black hair. She looked straight at michael, noticing his well-sculpted muscles and enormous cock. She slowly looked him over from head to toe and grinned appreciatively when his cock grew harder with Her perusal. Lady Victoria, too, noticed his straining cock and grinned. "Sorry, Elizabeth, but that one is not yet ready for Your particular brand of fun." michael wondered what that could possibly mean, but wisely moved not a muscle. "Besides," Lady Victoria continued, "I have other plans for him this afternoon." She smiled that evil grin that never failed to excite every single slave who was fortunate enough to see it. "You may, of course, use any of My others while You are here," granted Lady Victoria. "Just tell jacob of your choice and he will bring the slave to You." A slight hand motion brought jacob to Her side. He quickly knelt and said nothing as he waited for his Mistress to issue Her orders. "jacob, I believe We shall have Our coffee in the study." "Yes, Mistress," replied jacob, who remained in his kneeling position until the Ladies had departed for the study. The kitchen staff had, of course, been waiting for Mistress to decide where They would take coffee, so they quickly brought in the silver coffee service to where jacob and the others were waiting for it. As was fitting, jacob carried the coffee service to the study, and was followed by the other Mistress' slaves. Each served his own Mistress, preparing Her coffee to Her specifications, then stood at attention behind Her. "A lovely brunch, Victoria," said Mistress Laurel, another redhead. "Thank you, Laurel," replied Lady Victoria. "I do so enjoy Our get-togethers. We never seem to have enough time to sit and chat, compare notes, if you will." "Agreed," stated Mistress Amber, "and We should make a pact to make the time. Perhaps a monthly brunch or dinner?" "Good idea, Amber," stated Lady Victoria. "Let's do that!" All agreed it was a wonderful idea and each motioned for Her slave to make note of the next meeting after a date was set. "Now, My Friends, I do have some entertainment, if You are so inclined," said Mistress Lady Victoria. Excited chatter broke out, as Lady Victoria's "entertainments" were never boring! Mistress Lady Victoria nodded to jacob, who quietly left the room. He quickly returned, followed by the four "statues" and the other house slaves. All were naked, except for collars, and seemed quite comfortable being so. The Ladies enjoyed the view, for Lady Victoria always managed to procure the most handsome and most beautiful of slaves. While all the Ladies enjoyed both men and women, all eyes were on michael. "Yes, Ladies, this is My new one," said Lady Victoria fondly. "Feel free to examine him." michael stood silently as each Mistress stroked, poked and prodded. "Quite nice, Victoria," Amber said enthusiastically. "May I borrow him?" Lady Victoria considered Amber's request. She knew Amber was a fairly new Domme, but had a good head on Her shoulders and always took great care not to damage a slave. "Of course, Amber. Just as soon as he is adequately trained, You may use him as You will." This brought an excited sparkle to Mistress Amber's eye, and a dark forboding to michael. Although his face remained still, Lady Victoria sensed michael's reluctance. "You have something to say, michael?" inquired Lady Victoria, startling michael. How the hell did She do that, he wondered. "No, Mistress. I am Yours to command," he responded appropriately. Lady Victoria looked directly at michael as She said to the Others, "As a matter of fact, michael is going to be Our main entertainment this afternoon," shocking michael. "michael has led a rather sheltered life," She told the Others, "and I think We should remedy that this very afternoon." michael's anxiety grew along with the Others' excitement. Lady Victoria stood and walked up to michael, grabbed his hard cock and squeezed. The Others came and stood around michael, each touching and stroking all over his body. He felt a finger probing his sore asshole and fought to maintain his silence. Someone squeezed his balls while a different One pinched his nipples. "Quite responsive, isn't he?" his Mistress asked proudly. "How does he respond to the cane?" asked Mistress Elizabeth. "He has yet to feel My cane, Elizabeth, but now would be a perfect opportunity to find out, don't You think?" replied Lady Victoria. At a silent hand signal, jacob arose and went to a section of paneled wall and touched a hidden latch. The panels swung open to reveal a wall covered with toys hanging neatly. There was a much larger selection in the dungeon, of course, but Lady Victoria liked to be prepared, no matter which room She was in. jacob chose two canes and, kneeling before his Mistress, offered them up to Her. She chose the slender, whippy one. The sound it made as She swung it through the air a few times had michael fearing for his skin and the other Ladies clearly excited. jacob replaced the unchosen cane, then crossed the room to where michael stood. jacob led michael over to the padded bench where his asshole had been plundered earlier today. michael made no noise as he positioned himself against the bench, legs apart, his hard cock jutting against the soft leather. jacob led his hands down to the handgrips and michael grabbed them and waited. Lady Victoria claimed the first position, as was Her right, and softly rubbed the cane over michael's waiting butt. She started lightly, just little taps really. She quickened the pace and michael's butt started stinging. She continued to warm his butt, alternating between quick and slow strokes. Just as the fire in his butt started calming down, another round of quick strokes brought the fire back full force. He felt Her move closer and heard Her ask, "michael, do you accept what pain I decide to give you?" Wow, he thought. He didn't know he had a choice. "Of course, Mistress," he replied. "Thank you, little one," She said, then She moved back to Her position of power. He heard the cane whistle through the air and felt the impact which soon started burning like the very fires of Hell. Another hard stroke brought another line of fire to his butt. He gasped and groaned. She waited for him to compose himself, then brought down the cane with another hard stroke, and another. He felt Her cool hand softly caress the burning flesh. "Such lovely welts, don't you think?" She asked of Her Friends. "Very nice," replied Amber. "May I?" Handing Her Friend the cane, Lady Victoria replied, "Be My guest," and moved aside. Amber stepped up and quickly laid three burning stripes on michael's ass. She thoroughly enjoyed watching his ass cheeks clench and unclench. She laid another stripe, waited a few seconds, then laid another, and after another wait of several seconds, laid one last stripe. michael was sure his ass was bleeding. Gods, it felt like hamburger back there! He couldn't believe his ears when his Mistress allowed the other two Ladies their turns. He was crying by the time everyone was finished with the cane, and was looking forward to being allowed to leave. But, Lady Victoria had other plans for him and his burning ass. He felt Her behind him, spreading his ass cheeks, and he felt the head of a huge dildo pushing at his sore asshole. He had no time to worry about it, though, because one of the Ladies was suddenly standing in front of him, wearing a strap-on. Fortunately, he knew what was expected of him this time and he quickly opened his mouth to receive the dildo. He felt Mistress' hand rubbing a cold gel in and around his asshole and he was grateful that She wasn't going to take him dry again. As his mouth was fucked by the dildo, his Mistress plunged Her dildo deep inside his ass. He gasped at the pain. She had evidently decided to use a much larger dildo than the one She had used earlier. His asshole felt like it was being ripped apart as she fucked it. Through his tears, he could see his Mistress in the mirror. Mistress Amber stood to one side and Mistress Laurel to the other and each was sucking one of his Mistress' breasts as She continued Her assault on his asshole. Mistress Elizabeth, suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled up his head as She rammed Her dildo in and out of his mouth. He felt Mistress Lady Victoria lean over his back and he glanced in the mirror to see Her lift Her short skirt. jacob moved up behind Her, and started plundering Her sweet pussy with a large dildo. michael's mouth sucked and licked Mistress Elizabeth's strap-on automatically as he watched his Mistress explode in a strong climax, ramming Her dildo even deeper as She came. Mistress Elizabeth and Lady Victoria withdrew at the same time, but michael was not to be allowed to rest just yet. With a nod, Lady Victoria granted Elizabeth access to michael's asshole. Mistress Elizabeth wasted no time in plunging Her dildo deep into michael's asshole. Mistress Amber took Her place at michael's head, but She was not wearing a strapon. Instead, She lifted Her short skirt and started playing with Herself. When michael made a move to look away, She slapped him and instructed him to watch. He did watch and saw Her fingers sliding in and out of Her wet pussy. He saw jacob approach and watched Her nod Her permission. He couldn't believe his eyes when Mistress Amber leaned over and spread Her butt cheeks with Her hands and jacob placed the well-lubricated dildo at Mistress Amber's ass instead of Her pussy. Surely not, he thought. But, indeed, Mistress Amber moaned with pleasure as jacob adroitly pushed the dildo into Her ass. He watched as jacob drew the dildo out, only to immediately plunge it in even more deeply. He looked into the mirror again and watched as Mistress Laurel and Lady Victoria suckled at Mistress Elizabeth's breasts, even as Mistress Elizabeth's strapon continued to plunder his asshole. He watched as Mistress Elizabeth came in a savage orgasm. He watched as Mistress Laurel took Her place at his own asshole, fucking it hard and fast. He looked again and watched as Mistress Amber took Her own pleasure. Just when he was positive he couldn't handle any more, he heard his Mistress ask, "Amber, darling, if you aren't completed sated, you may certainly avail yourself of his asshole." "Thank you, Lady Victoria," Mistress Amber replied, moving around to stand behind michael. By now, his asshole felt like the Grand Canyon and he was sure he would never be able to sit down again. Mistress Amber, however, took Her time, slowly stroking his butt cheeks, teasing his asshole until it was quivering with anticipation. She, too, took Her turn fucking michael's asshole. When She was finished, They all lounged in the comfortable club chairs, drinking tall cold drinks supplied by their slaves. michael was more than ready to be released, but They seemed to forget all about him as They sat and compared notes. His legs were quivering with fatigue as he saw Them leave the room together. michael heard Their muted conversation as jacob quietly stepped in front of him, and helped him stand. jacob supported michael as they made their way to the servants' quarters. jacob gently lay michael on his cot, instructing him to lie on his stomach. After he rolled over, he felt jacob's strong hands rubbing some ointment into his much abused butt. jacob was strangely silent as he administered the cooling ointment and when asked why, he replied quietly, "You are very lucky." michael snorted and asked, "Lucky? My butt is on fire and my asshole must be a mile wide and you say I'm lucky?" jacob's hands stilled as he softly answered. "Yes, lucky. If She did not care for you so much, you would never have been offered to Her Friends. It would be an insult to offer less than Her best, you see." michael mulled over this piece of information and realized the truth of it. "I'm sorry, jacob. You're right, of course. Thank you." jacob smiled a soft smile and said, "You're welcome. Rest now. You won't be expected to serve until dinnertime." Whatever jacob had applied to michael's butt, it was working. michael relaxed and was soon dozing. It had been a busy and exciting day so far, and it was only half over! michael didn't hear jacob leave, nor his soft comment, "Just don't you dare disappoint Her." michael awoke, disoriented in the strange room. He heard giggles and opened his eyes to see two females ogling his marked butt. They introduced themselves as pet and alice. "I'm Her playtoy," explained the one calling herself pet. She was a tiny thing, with short brown hair. She looked like a pixie, michael decided. Her smile was infectious and he soon found himself smiling back at her. "And I'm here for training," explained the other one. "My Mistress sent me here, but I'll be going back as soon as I learn how to behave properly." michael wasn't sure what to make of alice. She seemed so young and unsure of herself. He wondered what they thought about him, then decided not to worry about it. While he wanted to be friends with the others, his first priority was pleasing his new Mistress. michael and the girls chatted amiably until jacob appeared at the doorway. "It's rest time, so take advantage of it while you can," he said, then disappeared down the hall. The two girls quickly went to their cots and lay down. Their breathing soon indicated they were sleeping. As michael lay thinking about all that had happened that day, he, too, fell into a light sleep. The Training of Michael Ch. 06 michael awakened later to the feel of his Mistress' strong hands stroking his striped butt. He opened his eyes to see Her sitting on the side of his cot, but otherwise stayed still. He reveled in the soft caresses floating over his butt and thighs. She said softly, "I am quite pleased with you, michael. For a new one, you handled yourself quite well this afternoon," She said, smiling, in that silky voice of Hers. "Thank you, Mistress," michael replied. "You have earned a reward. You will be excused from serving this evening. You will sit by My side." "Thank you, Mistress," michael said gratefully. In truth, he wasn't sure he could move very gracefully and was in fear of spilling something or tripping over his feet. "Don't worry, dear one. The stiffness doesn't last as long as those beautiful stripes," She said, uncannily knowing his thoughts. "Be sure to soak in the pool before going to bed tonight. That will help. And I'll have jacob apply more ointment." "Thank you, Mistress," michael said. She rose gracefully and glided out the door, and jacob came in to announce that it was time to prepare for dinner. michael joined the others in the bathing pool for a quick wash and hurriedly dried off. Back in the dormitory, he and the others prepared themselves. The girls were applying makeup and the men were helping the girls with their hair. michael was fascinated to see that all the men had full erections and wondered how they maintained that state all the time. When the others noticed his rather flaccid state, they all took delight in teasing him and stroking him until he, too, sported an impressive erection. He fell quickly into easy banter with the others until jacob motioned that it was time to leave. The group chattered softly all the way to the kitchen, where they were met by Cook. Not technically a slave, Cook had been with Mistress for many years, and enjoyed more freedom than most. They all ate a quick snack before helping Cook peel potatoes, chop vegetables, and all the other chores necessary to prepare Mistress' dinner. michael was amazed at the quantity of food being prepared. Appetizers, salads, meats, potatoes, vegetables, and sauces were efficiently produced by Cook and the group of slaves. When all was ready to be served, jacob clapped his hands once to get everyone's attention. "It's time. Places, everyone," he instructed. While three of the slaves scurried to the dining room, michael was unsure of what to do or where to go. "Um, jacob?" he asked softly, embarrassed that he, alone, seemed to have no clue of what to do next. jacob took pity on him, though, and instructed him. "Mistress says you are to sit by Her side tonight. You will be kneeling by Her chair when She arrives. She will tell you what She wants you to do." "Thanks," said michael, as he hurried to the dining room. He saw the niches were filled again and smiled as pet winked at him before assuming her pose. He knelt by Mistress' chair and waited with the rest of the group. They didn't have to wait long. She glided in, taking in everyone's position in a glance. She sat and jacob pushed in Her chair. Her hand reached down and stroked michael's hair as She told jacob he could serve. As each course was brought and replaced with the next, Lady Victoria chatted with jacob and michael. "As you can see, little one, we are much more informal when alone," She told michael. She fed michael tidbits throughout the dinner, but didn't eat much Herself. She and jacob discussed household matters, any infractions that needed to be addressed, as well as extra exemplary behaviors to be considered for rewards. The dinner passed quickly and michael was disappointed to realize that dessert was already being served. He was enjoying the feeling of togetherness with the others and the extra attention bestowed upon him by his Mistress. All too soon, Mistress rose from Her chair and started towards the door. She looked back at michael and motioned for him to join Her. He followed Her to Her wing of the House, awed by the many fine paintings and sculptures. He barely remembered in time to open Her door and blushed as he realized She had noticed his gaffe. "No punishment this time, dear, but don't let it happen again," She said with a grin. "Yes, Mistress. I mean, no, Mistress," michael stammered. They entered Her suite and michael saw jasmine and pet kneeling on the floor at the foot of Her bed. She walked to them and softly stroked their heads. michael stood watching as jasmine helped her Mistress change into a pair of silk lounging palazzo pants of royal blue, a beautiful flowing multi-hued silk tunic and blue mules. Lady Victoria lightly kissed jasmine on the cheek, thanked her and bid her a good night. After jasmine left, Lady Victoria went to Her cream-colored silk brocade chaise and gracefully reclined. A slight hand movement brought pet to Her side, and a look from Her was all it took for michael to join pet on the floor. They both knelt and Mistress' look was proud as she gazed at two of her favorite slaves. "michael, dear, look at pet and tell Me what you see," ordered Mistress. "Yes, Mistress. I see a young, um, cute, slave," said michael, not at all sure that his answer was what his Mistress was seeking. "pet, My dear, what do you see when you look at michael?" asked Mistress. "Mistress, I see a 30-something man, well-built, muscular, with a large cock," answered pet, smiling at michael. "michael, don't you think pet's skin is radiant? Her perky breasts just the right size for her? Her sparkling eyes enticing?" prompted Mistress. "Certainly, Mistress," michael answered, more confused than ever. "I would like to see you touch pet. Explore her. Feel how soft and smooth her skin is," said Mistress. michael was mystified at his Mistress' command, but nevertheless reached out a tentative hand and softly stroked pet's cheek, letting his hand caress her slender neck, down her shoulder and well-toned arm. His other hand reached out to mirror the first. Lady Victoria watched as pet closed her eyes and softly moaned. While michael continued his exploration, Lady Victoria spoke. "You see, michael, pet has been trained as My personal playtoy. She craves being touched. She is the most sexual of all My slaves, now. She wasn't always like that, were you, pet?" "No, Mistress," murmured pet, thoroughly enjoying michael's hands on her body. Lady Victoria reached out and lightly pinched one of pet's nipples, immediately turning it into a small, hard pebble. "You may use your mouth, too, michael," She hinted. michael's mouth replaced his Mistress' hand on pet's nipple, sucking lightly. pet's moans were a little louder with this added sensation. "Feel how wet she becomes with a little stroking," Lady Victoria directed michael. As his hand traveled up pet's silky thigh, he could feel the heat radiating from pet's pussy. His hand found its target and he felt her hard little clitoris, playing with it briefly before sliding backwards into her liquid heat. "Now, michael, taste pet's juices on your hand. Doesn't she taste marvelous?" asked Lady Victoria as michael did Her bidding. "Yes, Mistress, she does," said michael. "pet, it's your turn. Just remember that michael is not allowed to come. Short of that, see how quickly you can get him to the brink of release," said Mistress. pet quickly took the opportunity to stroke his cheek with one hand while her other went to play with his hard cock. pet laughed and said, "Mistress, I don't think that would take too much more!" To michael's embarrassment, his Mistress laughed and agreed. Lady Victoria took a book from the small lamp table and started reading, idly stroking either pet's or michael's head. The two started making a game of it. If She was stroking michael's head, pet would move closer and put her head under the Mistress' hand. michael would retaliate by pinching pet's nipple and when she jumped back, he moved into her place. This of course, led to pet grabbing michael's cock and when he closed his eyes and moaned, she moved her head back in position to receive Mistress' hand. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were giggling like children, tickling and pinching and laughing. Lady Victoria took it all in, happy that these two were quickly becoming friends. She saw out of the corner of Her eye michael pin pet to the floor. All motion stopped as he realized what he was doing. "Go ahead, michael," said Mistress. "I know that you want to, and pete has earned a reward. Go ahead and fuck her. You have My permission. But you must use a dildo. Your cock is Mine. And don't forget that you are not to cum!" pet grinned and flipped over so her ass was in the air. "I like it doggy style," she said, wiggling that cute little butt in his face. He looked at that butt, looked at their Mistress watching them, and wondered if he really should do it. Lady Victoria seemed to understand his dilemma. "michael, I don't say things I don't mean. Do not make Me repeat Myself." "Yes, Mistress," he said, then asked, "Um, is it okay to...um...well..." She laughed and took pity on him. "If you are asking if it is permissible to fuck her ass, the answer is yes. She loves it." pet reached into the small cabinet next to Mistress' chaise and grabbed a medium-sized dildo and a tube of lubricant. Holding both up like trophies, she asked, "Do you want to do it, or shall I?" Her playful manner was the last straw for michael. He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows lecherously. He generously lubed the dildo and, for good measure, lubed her waiting asshole. His hand slid down to her wet pussy and played with her clitoris before sliding a finger inside. Another finger followed, then another. The dildo replaced his fingers and as he moved it in and out of her pussy, he slid his hand up to her asshole, inserting a finger there. This drove pet wild, as she bucked and tried to back up to get more of his finger in her asshole. Michael slid another finger in and fingerfucked her tight asshole, while the dildo fucked her pussy. michael added another finger, and pet's movements become more frenzied. pet looked over to Lady Victoria, a silent plea in her eyes, and michael's eyes followed. To his surprise, Lady Victoria was masturbating while watching them. This excited michael even more than what he was doing with pet. She told pet, "Yes, you may." pet barely had time to say, "Thank you, Mistress," before she screamed in abandonment as the orgasm took her. michael felt the flood of hot juice run from pet's pussy as she came, and that was almost his undoing. He wasn't sure how to extricate himself without climaxing, when he heard Mistress' loud moan. When he saw Her, so damned magnificent in Her sexuality, he came. He could no more hold it back than the man in the moon. "Well, hell," he thought to himself. "I've gone and done it again!" Lady Victoria, of course, knew what had happened. She shook her head and said in a disappointed voice, "Oh, michael." Her disappointment cut through michael's self pity. He hurried to Her side and, kneeling quickly, told Her, "Oh, Mistress. I am sooooo sorry! I couldn't stop it! You... and pet...," his voice trailed off as he heard how pathetic he sounded. He tried again, "Mistress, I am sorry. I await Your punishment." Head bowed, he was the picture of remorse. "I'm sorry, too, michael," said Mistress, surprising michael. "But you know you will be punished. You are already on a one-month abstinence for your first transgression, so I have no choice." She picked up a bronze bell from Her table and rang it. Within a minute, jacob was standing inside the doorway, awaiting Her instructions. "Take michael to the dungeon and prepare him for the punishment cane," She told her head slave. "I shall be there shortly." michael stood and looked as if he were going to speak, but thought better of it and was silent as he followed jacob through the sumptuous surroundings, down the curving staircase to the main floor, then down into the dungeon. michael looked around and was amazed at the equipment displayed there. He didn't know what half of it was used for, but he was certainly familiar with the bench that jacob led him to. It was a twin to the one in the study upstairs. This one, though, had cuffs attached and jacob efficiently secured michael's wrists and ankles. jacob left without saying a word and michael was alone with his thoughts, which were not good company at this moment. He wondered if he would ever get it right. His butt was already sore, his asshole still throbbed with pain, and here he was again, just waiting for another punishment. "This must be some sort of record for stupidity," he thought. "Two punishments in the same day, for the same damn thing!" He was still berating himself when he heard the door open and the click of heels, accompanied by the light patter of bare feet. He couldn't raise his head far, but he was able to glimpse several pairs of feet pass by. Then he saw alice, pet, joseph, jasmine, and adam, all kneeling in a semicircle around him, but not looking at him. He heard his Mistress say, "michael, for the second time today, I find Myself in the position of having to punish you. And for the same transgression." Her words mirrored michael's thoughts. She continued, "for this, you will receive twelve strokes." michael wasn't sure but he thought he heard someone gasp. He couldn't bear to look at any of the other slaves, however; his shame was too great. He merely answered, "Yes, Mistress, as You command." He heard the whistle of the cane a mere second before he felt the first line of fire cross his butt. "Oh, my gods!" he thought to himself. "Twelve like that?" He thought he'd never be able to handle that! But it wasn't twelve like the first one. Each stroke felt harder, burned even more than the last one. Lady Victoria was an expert with Her canes and placed each stroke deliberately slightly above or below the last one. She paused between strokes just long enough for each one to reach its full potential before applying the next. By the third stroke, michael was crying and didn't care who saw it. He was ready to beg for mercy, but his pride wouldn't let him. "I can take it," he thought. "I will!" After the sixth stroke, he couldn't ask for mercy if he'd wanted to. He couldn't think rationally, much less speak. His ass was on fire. His tears flowed unchecked as he cried and he was having trouble catching his breath. The next three strokes, each harder than the last, burned even longer and harder than he thought possible. Lady Victoria walked around to michael's head and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Only three more, michael. You will take them? For Me?" She asked. michael knew that if he said no, that She would stop. But that would mean that he had failed, and would have to leave Her House, his dream shattered. michael could do no more than nod his head in acceptance. She lightly kissed his cheek, then returned to Her place behind him. The last three strokes hurt more than all the others combined. But, he did it. He took his punishment and wouldn't have to leave Her House. A sense of pride filled him as he knew he had pleased his Mistress. jacob released michael from the bench and helped him to a low stool where his Mistress was sitting, waiting for him with open arms. She cuddled him while he cried. He felt other hands on him and opened his eyes to see all the other slaves who had witnessed his punishment gathered around him, offering him sympathy. More than one had tears in their eyes, too. michael's head lay in Lady Victoria's lap and Her hands were running through his hair. The repetitive movement brought comfort and solace. His tears finally ceased and his sobs quieted. "Thank you, Mistress," he remembered to say. She smiled that beautiful warm smile at him and he thought he would willingly endure another twelve strokes, just to see that smile directed at him. "Now, my dear, you have had a rather rough day. Rest well tonight." The slaves quickly knelt as Mistress stood and made Her way to the door. She looked back and saw all six of Her house slaves kneeling. What a beautiful sight, She thought to Herself, as She left the dungeon and returned to Her suite. She was glad not one of them could see the tears in Her eyes. "Wouldn't want them thinking I'm getting soft!" She chuckled to Herself. jasmine soon entered the suite and started helping Mistress prepare for bed. The usual easy banter between Mistress and jasmine was missing this evening. Both were deep in thought. jasmine couldn't miss the sad look in her Mistress' eyes, but dared not comment on it. When jasmine finished, Lady Victoria was propped up against Her pillows with a book in hand. "Good night, Mistress," jasmine said softly. "Good night, dear," Mistress replied, somewhat absently. As soon as jasmine left, jacob stood in the open doorway. "May I do anything else for You this evening, Mistress?" he asked. "Nothing, jacob. Thank you," She replied. "He took it well, did he not?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress, he did. He surprised me, I must say," jacob responded. "Yes, I am quite proud of him, even though he has a long way to go," She said. "Mistress, if I may?" asked jacob. "Yes, jacob? What is it?" "Mistress, what if he had not been willing to accept the last three strokes? Would You have sent him away?" She laid the book on the nightstand before responding, "I would have had no choice, jacob, as you well know." "I'm sorry, Mistress. That must have been a very difficult decision, to risk so much. I know You have such high hopes for him." jacob knew he was treading a thin line, but knew his Mistress would understand that he was asking in order to help Her truly accept that She'd had no choice. "He is being comforted by the others. alice, in particular." "I would imagine so," She said, some of Her spark returning. "Good night, jacob. Thank you," She said. "Good night, Mistress. Wicked dreams," jacob said, turning off the light as he left Her room. She welcomed the darkness, glad that no one was there to see the tear sliding unchecked down Her cheeks. The Training of Michael Ch. 07 [Author's Note: For those of you who commented about these chapters being too short, this one is for you! Enjoy!! And don't forget to vote! LadyV] * michael awakened to the sounds of giggling and hushed whispers. He slowly opened his eyes to a scene he had often fantasized about but never expected to see in this lifetime. Beautiful men and women were prancing about, getting ready for the day's duties. None displayed the slightest hesitation about being totally naked in front of others. The men were either semi- or fully-erect, a state made even more evident by the lack of pubic hair, and a state which michael noticed he, too, proudly exhibited. pet was the first to notice that he was awake and she didn't hesitate to grab his blankets and toss them to the floor, which only served to send even more blood to michael's groin. He grinned unabashedly at pet's perky attitude and said, "Good morning!" Everyone then turned to michael and echoed his greeting. As he rose from his bed, he felt the aches and pains from yesterday. He noticed that jacob had left the ointment for him to apply after his bath. He followed the others to the bathing room and soon felt the hot water soothe some of the aches. jacob entered and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. All eyes on him, jacob quickly and efficiently assigned the day's duties. michael was to meet Lady Victoria in the library after breakfast, and was to take his journal with him. Everyone started chattering after jacob left, and michael sat there enjoying the camaraderie, and daydreaming about finally being alone with his Mistress. All too soon, however, everyone started leaving, quickly drying off and hurrying back to their quarters, where the women put on their makeup and the men helped with their hair. Soon, the slaves were entering the kitchen, where Cook was waiting with a not-so-patient attitude. She said nothing, however, but pointed to what she needed done and then to whom she wanted to do it. pet grinned and winked at michael as she went out to gather the eggs from the henhouse. michael was soon peeling potatoes, as the others were set to busily chopping fruits, vegetables, and fresh herbs. pet soon returned with a dozen fresh eggs and expertly broke them into a large bowl to be whipped into omelets. Cook wasted no time in preparing a breakfast feast for Lady Victoria, with a fresh herb omelet, hash browns, bacon, sausage, fruit, toast and homemade jam. And, of course, the fragrant rich smell of freshly ground and brewed coffee made everything else smell even better. jacob entered the kitchen and seeing everything was in readiness, nodded once, and sent the "living statues" to their niches. michael glanced at jacob, who nodded. So michael once again found himself on display for his Mistress' pleasure. As soon as everyone was in position, Lady Victoria glided in. She glanced around and was apparently satisfied with the decorations, for She nodded and smiled. jacob brought Lady Victoria's plate, filled Her coffee cup, and added just the right amount of sweetener and cream. She knew that jacob had already given the slaves their assigned tasks, so She took the time to look around at Her "family." She chuckled as She eyed pet, in a rather melodramatic pose that Lady Victoria knew was meant to bring a smile to Her face. The others, too, seemed to be having some fun in their poses this morning. adam was in a "The Thinker" pose and michael was a marvelous "Atlas." Even shy little alice was joining in, posing as a praying Madonna, actually managing to look saintly in spite of her nakedness. She spoke softly to jacob, so that none of the others could hear. "I have decided to have a play party for the slaves, jacob, tomorrow night. They have all worked extra hard to ready the House for michael's arrival. They deserve to have some fun." jacob answered, just as softly, "Just the House, Mistress?" Lady Victoria's eyes twinkled as She answered, "Well, I believe We can manage by Ourselves, don't you?" jacob's wide smile was really answer enough, but he said, "Yes, Mistress, of course." He knew the others would be thrilled at the thought of a House play party, for the rules were relaxed a bit and everyone was able to let off some steam without fear of retribution or punishment. Except, of course, for the one inviolate rule: all cocks and pussies belonged to Mistress, and unless She gave expressed permission, play excluded using those particular "toys." She seemed to be thinking along the same lines, as usual. Or was it that jacob was reading Her mind, for a change? Whichever it was, She added, "We'll talk more about it later, jacob." jacob answered, "Of course, Mistress, as You wish." He had a feeling that the rules were about to be changed, and wondered how far She would allow Her slaves to go at this party. He didn't dare ask, of course, for it was Her decision alone, and he knew that Her slaves' well-being was always a very large part of Her decision-making process. She ate lightly this morning, as usual, and breakfast was soon finished. "Send michael to Me as soon as he is finished in the kitchen," She instructed jacob, who bowed in response. Then She glided from the room, smiling again at Her decorations. As soon as She was gone, those decorations left their niches and cleared the table. In the kitchen, they all sat, joined by troy, and ate a hasty breakfast, then washed, dried and put away the dishes. The leftover food, of which there was a large amount, was packaged into containers, which troy started taking out to the van. pet had run out and come back carrying another dozen fresh eggs, which she packaged carefully and took to troy in the waiting van. michael asked jacob, "Why is he taking the food? And where?" jacob asked, "Have you not noticed that there is always more left than is consumed?" michael thought about it and realized that jacob was right. In the short time he had been there, he had seen huge amounts of food prepared, but his Mistress always ate lightly. He remembered wondering at the waste. But jacob soon set him straight. "Mistress has ordered that as much as possible be taken to the homeless shelter in town. So troy makes three trips every day." As michael started to ask a question, jacob silenced him with a look. "Don't ask. It is Her story to tell and if She wants you to know, She will tell you." The kitchen was soon spotless and as the others went back to their quarters to prepare for the day, michael ran to retrieve his journal and found his way to the library, where She sat drinking coffee. She watched as he quickly went to Her chair and, bowing, offered Her his journal. He then knelt as he had been taught, knees spread giving easy access to cock and balls, back straight, head up with downcast eyes, and his hands crossed at the small of his back, forcing his chest out. He silently wondered at the feeling of pride, of rightness, in his heart. He felt Her eyes on him as She studied him. He felt his cock get even harder, and blushed slightly. "Beautiful," he heard Her murmur, and he felt his heart swell even more. michael heard the soft clink of china as She placed Her coffee cup on the side table. He saw Her hand moving towards his face and then felt Her velvet touch as She gently stroked his cheek, then Her other hand was stroking his other cheek. He smelled the intoxicating scent of Her Chanel 5 as She leaned forward and softly kissed his forehead. He shivered lightly at the force of such a gentle touch. Her hands framing his face, She urged his head up, and softly touched Her lips to his. She gently kissed each corner of his mouth. He thought he was going to die of happiness when She traced his lips with Her tongue. Her hands slowly traced his eyebrows, his cheeks, then around his ears, before finding their way to his shoulders and chest. His nipples hardened immediately as Her fingertips grazed them. He felt Her power in each gentle stroke. He almost moaned when he felt Her lean back slightly. "Look at Me," She commanded softly in that oh-so-sexy voice. michael's breath caught in his throat as he saw the look in Her eyes. There was power, of course, and passion. He also saw love and tenderness, which was more unexpected. Her gaze held him motionless as She continued gently stroking his body. Every place She touched felt tingly. Her fingers left trails of heightened sensation, across his chest, down his arms, across his stomach, then lower. His cock was throbbing as She finally made Her way down to it. She grasped it firmly and he almost lost it again...but was able to hold himself in check, barely. She chuckled knowingly. "Good boy," She murmured. "Thank you, Mistress," michael barely managed to say. Her hands left him then, and he felt their loss acutely. She saw the question in his eyes and just smiled that soft, seductive smile of Hers. "Now," She began, "We have much to discuss." She settled more comfortably in Her chair and glanced at Her empty coffee cup, and let out a small sigh. She rang the bell sitting on the table and jacob soon entered, carrying a silver coffee service. He quickly and efficiently poured Her freshly brewed coffee and fixed it to Her liking with the cream and sweetener. He bowed and asked, "What else may I do for You, Mistress?" She took a sip of the steaming liquid and smiled at jacob. "That will be all for now. Thank you, jacob." "You are most welcome, Mistress," jacob replied as bowed once more, not even glancing at the kneeling michael, then quietly left the library. "michael, dear," She began softly, "I know We have talked of many things before you came to Me. Indeed, you would not be here had We not. There are many more things you must learn, however, if you are to become My ... ," She hesitated before continuing, "... My mate." She sipped again before saying, "More than anyone else, I want you to succeed here. I realize that you gave up much to join My House. Have you any regrets? And, please, michael, speak freely." michael carefully considered his words before answering, "My main regret, Mistress, is that it took me so long to do as You instructed before joining You." "Yes, little one, but it was quite necessary. I would not allow your wife or children to suffer financially because of Us. The monthly payments to your family will provide well for them all, and the trust fund will ensure that your children will have no financial obstacles when it is time for them to go to college. And, of course, your continued presence in your children's lives should help them adjust emotionally, as well." "Thank you, Mistress, for all You have done for my family," michael said, tears in his eyes as he gazed into the eyes of the Woman he loved with all his heart and soul. "You have been most gracious and generous." She nodded slightly, then resumed speaking, "Do you have questions you would ask of Me, My boy? I would have you understand Me... to a certain extent, anyway. We certainly don't want to ruin any of the mystery, do We?" She winked, and smiled a particularly sexy grin. "Mistress, if I may ask," and hesitated. She nodded Her permission and he continued, "why me? I mean, I know You have had others here, and many more who would give anything to be in my place. Why me?" michael wondered at his own daring in asking such a question, but, well, She had given him permission, after all. She gave him a smile of such beauty that michael thought his heart had stopped beating. She considered Her answer carefully before saying, "michael, in you, I saw great potential. You are honest, caring, strong, intelligent, and truly wish to serve Me, and I saw no self-recrimination in you for your desires. Most of all, I saw the capacity for love. You have a true heart, michael." michael blushed at Her compliments, but his heart was soaring. "Thank You, Mistress. I pray I never disappoint you." Her hands were soft as they once again framed his face. "michael, My dear boy, as long as you are true to your heart, I have faith that you will always please Me." She gently touched Her lips to his. Her clear blue eyes gazed into his warm brown ones, and michael felt Her presence deep within his soul. "Mistress, if I may?" asked michael, again receiving Her nod of permission. "I wonder at these feelings You never fail to invoke inside of me. I have loved before, but never to this degree of completeness." "Ah, michael," She said softly, "you have never felt this way before because you have never given yourself totally before now. There was always something you held back from everyone, yes?" He nodded, and She continued. "You have always yearned to be able to give your total self, and with Me, you know you can. This requires a degree of trust you had never before experienced." "You see, michael," She continued, after taking a sip of Her coffee, "you were born to be a slave, to live a life of servitude. You have a deep need to be controlled, to be given guidance and discipline, to be given the freedom to be a slave. And because you trust Me to provide that, and more, you are able to surrender to Me." "In much the same way, I was born to be Dominant. I did not simply wake up one morning and decide, 'Today, I think I will be a Dominant.' No, dear, One is born to Dominance, as another is born to servitude. It is only when we follow our true hearts that we can find happiness." Her gaze took on a faraway look and michael waited patiently for Her to continue. As he watched, he could see Her thoughts clearly reflected in Her expressive eyes. Regret, love, pain, tenderness, and hope all showed in Her lovely face. And it was with hope that She looked upon him now. "You see, michael, a lot of Dominants prefer to totally break down new slaves, using pain, humiliation, and/or degradation, and then rebuild them to Their liking. I prefer to find those with potential, then mold and bend them to My will, never breaking their spirit. I rule My House absolutely, not with whips and chains, but with trust and love. This requires that I understand completely the motivations, desires, hopes, and dreams of all whom I consider, and to provide them with what they need. This Lifestyle is not about the whips and chains, cuffs and blindfolds, nor any of the other toys. It is about the power exchange. You have offered your submission to Me freely and willingly. Why? Because I understand how you have yearned to be totally owned, how you have longed to find the One to Whom you can give your everything. You, My dear boy, are like an open book to Me. I am honored by your trust in Me." michael's widened eyes showed his surprise at Her statement. "But, Mistress, I am the one who is honored." She chuckled that deep-throated chuckle that was purely Hers and answered, "One should always be honored by being gifted with trust, dear boy. It is a precious gift, and one in which I shall glory." Her smile was pure pleasure as She once again brought Her lips to meet his, then lingered there for a moment longer. Her velvety tongue caressed his lips, urging them to open to Her. As they did, Her kiss became more heated, more insistent, more passionate... just... more. michael's cock throbbed as the kiss lengthened, the heat going straight to his groin. He longed to hold Her in his arms, but knew that he had not been given permission. She ended the kiss, somewhat regretfully, it seemed to michael, and leaned back in Her chair. In a more businesslike tone, She asked michael if he had other questions. His thoughts were still jumbled from that kiss and it took him a moment to clarify his thinking. "Mistress," he began hesitantly, "if it please You, I would like to talk about the pain." He blushed, hoping he had not overstepped. "Ah, dear boy, there are many types of pain, just as there are many types of pleasure. You know that I enjoy giving pain. I am a sensual sadist, which means, in part, that I enjoy inflicting pain even more when the receiver is also getting pleasure from it." She reached down and cupped his balls in Her hand, feeling the fullness. Then She squeezed lightly. A jolt of lightning hit michael's testicles and his eyes closed automatically. As She maintained the light pressure, michael began to realize that the pain had changed into something approaching pleasure. He opened his eyes to find Hers watching him. At the look of pure lust in Her eyes, the sensation changed fully to pleasure. "You see?" She asked softly. "With a slight change in pressure," and She squeezed just a bit more, "it can again change back to pain." As She held the same pressure, michael realized the pain was changing yet again. "And then," She continued, still holding pressure, "it becomes, once again, pleasure." michael nodded, his attention focused on the feeling in his testicles, which was, as She had promised, once again pleasure. Very intense pleasure. She smiled as She released his testicles and starting stroking his engorged cock. "And this, My dear boy, is how I gauge your pleasure. It certainly appears to Me that the little bit of pain provided great pleasure. Do you understand now?" "Yes, Mistress," michael could do no more than whisper, for She continued stroking his cock. He thought he had never been so hard in his life! "Um... Mistress?" he was finally able to ask. Her sultry voice next to his ear answered, "Yes, michael?" She knew that he was about to explode, but She wanted him to realize that he simply MUST learn to control his own body. Still, She did take pity on him and stopped stroking, merely holding his cock in Her hand. She watched him struggle to regain control, and when he had, She released him. "Very good, boy," She praised him, pleased that he had learned this lesson well. "Oh, thank you, Mistress!" michael said gratefully, both for the pleasure and for the cessation of it. "Sometimes," She continued, "pain is given as a chance for the slave to prove his degree of submission and surrender. For those who require that, I train them to love the pain, both for itself and for the enhancement of their feelings of surrender. I promise you, michael, that I will not give you more than you can handle. And yes, I know that you were very close to that limit yesterday." She smiled, remembering how well he had accepted the pain She had given him. "I will push your limits, dear, and expand your boundaries, but I will not turn you into a pain slut, for that is not what is in your heart, nor what I need. No, dear boy, you have a different role to play." michael gazed lovingly into his Mistress' face. "Yes, Mistress. I am only that which You will make of me." She gently wiped the tears that had slipped down his cheeks, and smiled softly. michael turned his head slightly and pressed a kiss to Her hands. "Now, My dear boy, you must go attend to your duties. jacob will teach you what you are to do. I have some reading to do," She said, indicating his journal. *As You wish, Mistress," michael replied, then gracefully stood, bowed and left the room. As he looked for jacob, michael found himself smiling, realizing that his heart was full of love. And... amazingly... peace. ***** Lady Victoria met jacob in Her office an hour later, ready to review the day's client list. Whenever She was training a new one, She always limited Her work to two clients a day. She smiled as She saw which two had been accepted for today's sessions. jacob answered Her smile with one of his own. "I thought you might enjoy these two today, Mistress," he offered. "Ah, dear jacob, how well you know Me. I shall take great delight in these particular clients today! As usual, you have done an excellent job. Thank you, dear boy." She smiled as She lightly stroked one of his erect nipples. Because of Her great attention to detail and even greater understanding of the human mind, Lady Victoria was an extremely popular and sought-after ProDomme. Of course, Her wicked sense of humor and imagination didn't hurt! Her list of applicants requesting sessions was much, much longer than She would ever be able to manage. jacob was a tremendous help with his ability to weed out those who would be either no fun or too unsafe for his Mistress to see. Her exclusivity also meant that only those of means could afford to indulge in Her particular brand of "fun." Men, and the occasion woman, often waited months for an opening in Her schedule. Cancellations were extremely rare and appointments made months in advance. So, jacob was surprised when She instructed him to reschedule tomorrow's two clients.