The Vassal Academy Ch. 25

"Show her she's not alone?" Rebecca asked.

"Sort of, show her that by giving Master all, she's happier. Externally induced happiness of course, but happy." Ann said. "Reward her."

Devon considered. Thomas shifted and spoke first. "I think I understand Devon, but I don't think I'm the one here."

Devon was deep in thought. It appeared for almost a minute that he hadn't heard Thomas. He finally spoke. "Nor do I Thomas. I'm the one, if I understand what Ann is saying."

Ann nodded. "The Master's Master."

Devon nodded slowly. "A more gentle night than we gave her before. Yet, with a bit of service."

Ann nodded. "Show her she's not alone, she has Master. Always." Ann emphasized the last.

Devon agreed. "You have a very good point Ann. Rebecca, any thoughts?"

Rebecca shook her head. "I think that will cement the changes we've started Devon. Leaving her open, to us anyway."

"And to herself." Ann said. "Even if she chooses to leave, when she does, she leaves with full awareness of what, and who she is."

Devon glanced at the clock. "Dinner folks. Let's eat and I'll send for our little one."

Ann looked at Rebecca and got a small nod. "I think we may have done it Rebecca."

Rebecca stood up and headed for the dining room. "I think so too Ann. I think so."

Crystal ate, but not quickly. She was thinking. Thinking about her life. About her choices, and about all that she had endured to get here, and all she had to endure to stay. She was asking if it was worth it and she didn't know the answer.

Jeannette ate too, passing out training assignments for Donna and Yvette. Tonight they were going to do a final run through of station eight, and then the winner would be announced to their own Master in the morning when he arrived.

Crystal heard this, but wasn't really listening. She heard her name and looked up. "What?"

"Not me, your watch." Jeannette said shaking her head.

Crystal made an embarrassed face and spoke into her watch. "Yes?"

"Crystal, please come to my room after dinner." It was Master Devon's voice.

"Yes Master." Crystal said. She looked at Jeannette and asked. "What?"

Jeannette shrugged her shoulders. "Don't look at me. I just relay the information, I don't know what he's doing either. Like you Crystal, I obey Master."

Crystal shrugged and finished her bowl quickly. She arrived at Master Devon's room after hitting the restroom and knocked on the door. Upon command, she entered and approached his reading chair, and knelt before him.

"Crystal, please, relax some." Devon said as he set his book down. "I understand you've had an epiphany."

Crystal looked confused for a moment. "Mistress Rebecca let me Master. I wouldn't without permission."

Devon smiled, and then chuckled. "No Crystal, an epiphany is a sudden realization, the light bulb in cartoons?"

"Oh." Crystal said. "Yes Master."

"I assumed you'd be feeling rather alone. It's hard sometimes, when we see things in and about ourselves that we didn't know."

"Master." Crystal began and then she hesitated. She began again after composing herself. "Master, I'm not sure who I am."

Devon nodded. "I think I understand that feeling too." He shifted slightly. "I had it easier. When I lost myself, there was someone there telling me what I was. I was a slave, and I had one purpose in life, to serve my Master."

Crystal slouched a bit. "Master, am I slave because I want to be one. Or am I a slave because my Mother didn't want me to be one?"

Devon nodded. Ann was right. The girl was confused and alone. "Crystal. Let me ask you this. Did you tie up Barbie because you wanted to, or because your Mother didn't want you to?"

Crystal looked at him. "Yeah." She had a light in her eyes. "My dolls. I'd forgotten them. I tied them up, before my Mother knew about it."

Devon nodded. "What do you think that means?"

Crystal smiled. "I'm a slave, because I want to be one." She hung her head. "Thank you Master."

"So slave, I'm going to give you a choice tonight. A rare event in the life of a slave."

Crystal looked up confusion on her face. "What choice Master?"

"Do you wish to stay with me tonight, attending me? Or do you want to take some time, and search your soul for answers you already know?"

Crystal smiled again. "I will attend you Master, if it is your wish."

"Then you will attend Slave." Devon said gently. "I'm not in the mood for what we did last time. I don't want to hang weights from your tits and whip you while you suck on Mistress Ann's dildo. I just want to spend some time enjoying your assets."

"Whatever you wish Master." Crystal said sincerely.

Ann sat in her own chair and briefed Jeannette. "Crystal is a little distracted, because she has finally quit lying to herself about what and who she is. Now, she's making tough choices, and is probably questioning everything about herself."

Jeannette sighed. "It's hard."

"Yeah." Ann agreed. "So right now she's in with Master Devon. I think he can put her firmly on the path."

Jeannette nodded her understanding. "Yes Mistress. She's turning finally?"

"I think so. We'll see." Ann said tiredly. "I think we broke through her wall of defiance, and if so, we have a true slave in her. If not, we'll have to try again, and probably again after that."

"Yes Mistress. I'll keep an eye on her. I'll talk to Diane and Geneva too."

Ann nodded. "If she starts to cry for no reason, or something like that, let us know."

Jeannette agreed and was about to stand when Ann stopped her. "Oh one more thing. It was finally decided at dinner. We've decided to create a symbol of the trained slave. Something to show you've completed the course, and are fully qualified."

"A different collar?" Jeannette asked, knowing that the collar was all the slave wore, most of the time anyway.

"No." Ann said ignoring the lack of her title. Jeannette was always respectful, even if she didn't always use the title when in private conference like this. "We're going to add tags, like you put on a pet's collar? We're getting gold ones for you and one each for Diane and Geneva. When they graduate, they'll get the tags." Ann explained on describing the ones already ordered.

Jeannette smiled. "Marking Master's property." She obviously liked the idea too.

Ann nodded. "You got it. That's it for tonight. I'm going to bed. I'm bushed."

Jeannette closed the door behind her and went down the hall to brief the other slaves.

"Tags?" Geneva said, a light in her eye. "With our names on them?"

Jeannette nodded. "According to Mistress Ann, they'll say Slave Geneva, and Slave Diane." She pointed to one and the other in turn. "You get them, when you're a qualified slave."

Diane grinned at Geneva. "I'm surprised they don't brand us, like cattle."

Jeannette giggled a bit. "Don't give them any ideas."

Geneva shook her head. "No intentional scarring. It's in the rules." It was actually described as no intentional injury or scarring to the students or slaves. Tattoo was also mentioned as prohibited. "Master can't tattoo us or brand us. It would be an injury intended to scar."

Diane sighed. "I know, I was just joking." She grinned. "I want that tag, how about you Geneva?"

Geneva nodded. "Me too. Master's Property." She giggled. "Call if found."

The three of them laughed and then settled down to enjoy a casual evening. The radio in Jeannette's room was playing soft rock.

Crystal stood as directed and then stepped before Master Devon. He ran his hands over her ass and smiled. "Yes, I think I will enjoy your assets tonight my slave."

Then Crystal was kneeling again, and this time she was sucking on his cock. Devon relaxed and critiqued her performance mentally. She wasn't through station eight yet, and it showed. Her tongue swirls and pressures were not quite right, Giving himself the command to grow erect, he saw her pleasure at the accomplishment. Thinking she had pleased Master was enough to give her a sense of accomplishment.

Devon knew how the night would go, he would accidentally tap her clit while supposedly pleasuring himself at her expense. She would orgasm, often. She was accomplished at the two-sensor probe in cunt training, so it was possible he would not give himself the command to ejaculate. That remained to be seen, and Devon wouldn't bet either way right now.

He watched her carefully, she was an attentive lover, and obviously enjoyed the activity. Crystal was a slave at heart. She'd questioned herself today, but only because she had been forced to face a truth she wasn't aware of. Now, she would move forward in her training, and her life. She would become more than she had been, more complete, and more true to herself. Devon wondered for a moment about Ann and Rebecca. They had both seen it before he had. Of course, they spent more time with her, but still. Ann hadn't identified it as quickly as Rebecca had. Perhaps that was because Rebecca had a controlling domineering mother too.

Focusing on the here, and now, Devon directed Crystal to the bed, and ordered her to slave cunt one. She was on her back, her legs up and out of the way, her pussy obviously wet, and demanding attention. Devon took his now fully erect cock and slid it into her waiting sex. Crystal moaned deep inside. She pushed up with her pelvis, trying to get more of him inside.

Devon began to fuck her, not brutally, but powerfully. He accidentally tapped her clit, and she responded. His pelvis was at the right angle, and she started to pant and gasp. She let him know she was closing in on her climax. "Master, please let me come. Please."

Devon grinned at her and nodded his head. "Come for me slave, show me your love."

Crystal did. Then she did again, and again. Then Devon did. He pumped his seed deep into her pussy, and then pulled out from her. She rolled over and twisted to get to it. Sucking his cock clean she looked at him with eyes that twinkled with joy, and love.

"Do you think you can manage to sleep here, with me, and not wake me slave?" Devon asked her.

"Yes Master." Crystal replied.

They lay down, and Devon flipped the covers over them both. He turned out the light, and felt her settle to a regular breathing rhythm beside him. She was coming along nicely. She would make a fine slave. She was determined to serve her Master, with love.