A Tennessee Education Pt. 06

Mariko frowned but seceded to her will. "As you wish. Malik and I have lots to discuss here after you're gone anyway."

"Well then I won't hold you up any longer. We need to get going," she said pulling her panties up. "I'll call slave to come get us."

"It's already been done. He's been out there waiting for some time."

"Thank you Mariko. You're a doll."

Sharon climbed into the back seat and pulled the slave girl in next to her. "On the floor. Worship my legs until we arrive," she commanded. She then ordered slave to take her home.

No sooner had they gotten inside when she dropped her purse on the floor, ordered slave girl to put it away and then commanded slave.

"Go get me the plastic wrap I bought the other day. It's on the kitchen counter."

When he returned Mistress stood in the living room facing her two properties. "Slave girl, it's time for you to understand that slave here is not your enemy. He is my property and does what I tell him. He does not, nor has he ever before acted on his own accord. When he punished you he did so because I told him to."

Jasmine looked at Mistress with a squirreled expression. She obviously didn't understand what she was hearing or why she was being told this.

"I made him punish you because he was the one that took off with you in the truck. I didn't. He was the one that went to your trailer and almost let you cut off his cage. I didn't. So it only seemed right that he should be the one who should punish you for doing those things that tempted you to damage my screen, front window, kitchen and car."

"I'm sorry Mistress. I was a different person back then."

Sharon smiled. "Indeed you were. But know you are a beautiful slave and one that I have come to enjoy. You are a far better woman now than you ever were before all this happened. But that's not what I want to discuss now. I want you to understand that he did things to you because I have him the freedom to do so. But that is behind us. He helped you to understand how I want you to be. I want you to be here with me and I want you to be my slave girl.

"So do I Mistress."

Sharon smiled again and brushed the back of her hand across her cheek. "I know. But it's time for you to make amends with slave. He is not your enemy and you have no reason to fear him. Now do as I tell you. This is for your own good."

She turned them so they were facing one another and then pushed slave up against slave girl.

"Don't move."

Sharon began wrapping plastic wrap around their lower backs several times. After ripping the plastic she repeated this to both upper and lower legs. She stood back from her handiwork, "Not bad. Embrace," she commanded.

They did. Sharon moved slave girls hands so they rested on the outside of his arms and not around him. When she was content on their position a few layers of plastic molded them in place. She pushed them onto the sofa. They fell heavily although the cushions eased their impact. She laughed as they fell clumsily onto the soft cushions.

"Now, get on to the floor." She pointed and carefully they rolled off. "You will sleep here tonight. I'm going to bed."

When the lights were turned off, Jasmine started breathing more heavily. She felt that sense of panic she could not avoid. Thankfully she was eight inches shorter than he was and didn't have to look at him. She rested her head against his chest and to her surprise the slow beat of his heart, thudding in her ear calmed her. She lay on him feeling his warmth and closeness.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I want you to know I had no choice," he whispered.

Jasmine said nothing but listened.

"I hated myself every night when I left you to freeze but she told me I had to break you. Mistress told me I needed to break your spirit and do so without harming your relationship with her. I had to do what I did Jasmine."

He felt the wetness of her tears on his chest.

"I love Mistress," he said.

"So do I," she said almost inaudibly.

"And she loves you. She made me do those things so that you would come to love her. And now you do. I hope you can see just how much she cared for you even through all of your hard times with me."

Jasmine didn't respond but she began to comprehend. After a long time she asked, "What do you love most?"

Bobby thought for awhile. "I think I love knowing she wants me here. I want to please her and when I do, it makes me feel needed and secure."

"I feel the same way."

"I think all slaves feel that way. It's what makes us unique. Not everyone is made the way we are. You and I were designed by God to serve others."

"I think you're right," she whispered.

"I think Mistress wants us to be friends," Bobby said. "That's why she's doing this. It's her way of forcing us to make up."

"I think she loves having slaves. That's what she told Mistress Mariko tonight."

"I think she does too. She's so different than when we first met but then so am I."

Jasmine looked up at him finally, "Me too."

"Do you ever think about going back home to Randolf?"

"I use to but I like it here. There is nothing for me there and I have a real purpose here."

"And she takes care of you too."

"Yes she does. I wish I could lick her. I love licking her."

The two slaves talked for another hour. The idea of binding them so intimately proved to be the impetus they needed to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long. Sharon listened from the monitor she had moved upstairs and their conversation both saddened and gladdened her. Slavery was a life of opposites she supposed and her slaves expressed those emotions. Bobby had been converted. She had no doubts about his allegiance. Jasmine was a different story. As much as she wanted to believe she had been broken she was hesitant to really trust her fully. Yet her words tonight seemed to confirm that she at least had no intentions to leave. Whether or not that was because she had embraced her slavery at the deepest level or simply because Randolf held no interest she could not discern. Eventually Sharon drifted off to sleep soon after the conversation downstairs quieted.

...

The month of May signified the final push to get specific objectives completed at work. For the teachers and students alike, it meant counting down the days until that final day on June second when school would end for the summer. For those high school grads that continued their education May meant final exams for the hundreds of thousands of undergraduate and graduate students in colleges and universities across the country. That thought had not slipped Mistress' mind for she had been in contact with the sorority girls off and on for the past week. They eagerly awaited the 'treat' Sharon said she had for them.

When she pulled the car to the curb in front of the massive stone house she left the slaves in the trunk and headed inside. Finding Tiffany the two ladies spoke. Sharon made sure she had scheduled enough partakers to keep her slaves busy and inspected the room where they would be performing their deed. She never made mention of what she really had in mind but left it to Tiffany to interpret her as she wanted. Tif had moved the furniture out of the middle of the main room, similar to how she had done so in December.

"You can put him right here?"

"Sure," She said beaming.

Tiffany noticed the sudden change in attitude. "What?"

"Where can I put the other one?"

"Two!!" she exclaimed.

"I told you I had a treat for you."

"Mmmm," she thought. "It would be more fun to have them together then in separate rooms," she mused. "Don't you think?"

"I think that sounds like lots of fun."

"Yea, then they can hear how the other is doing."

"I like you Tif. Someday you really should think about becoming a Mistress. It really is a perfect life for the right kind of lady."

"I've already made up my mind on that. In fact I think most of the girls living here have. We don't get asked out anymore on weekends." She paused waiting for the question.

"You don't?"

"Nope," she said beaming, "we do the asking and then we make the guy treat us the way we want."

"That is so cool. I need to get you in touch with a woman-friend of mine. I think she has a lot to offer you girls."

"Maybe we can do that when school starts in the fall."

"I'll make it happen."

Tiffany hugged the older shapely woman. "Go get your slaves."

When Sharon returned with Bobby and Jasmine - both naked, except for Bobby's cage, the girls standing around in anticipation gasped.

"I told you I had a special treat. What do you think?"

Tiffany and several of the other girls eyed the older voluptuous blonde. "She's beautiful," they said together.

Sharon eyed them, now naked from the waist down. "It looks like you're getting ready," she said looking at their pussies.

They laughed without feeling any hint of shyness or embarrassment.

Sharon said, "Here, you take them and get them settled where you want. They're here for you to enjoy, not me."

"Thanks Mistress," one of the girls said taking Jasmine by the arm.

Tiffany remained standing next to Sharon just inside the Great Room. "I told them to make sure they were good and comfortable. We'd like to keep them for awhile if that's fine with you.

"Are you expecting a nice crowd?"

Tif beamed. "Even with two slaves we could be here until dark easily."

"Then that's when I'll be back. Is midnight too late?"

"That long?" She exclaimed. "Oh Mistress, that's so nice of you."

"Do you think you can have someone keep track of how many orgasms they each give? I want to give a surprise to the one that performs best."

"I'll make sure we take care of that."

"Good. I'll see you then."

Sharon walked over to Jasmine and knelt and whispered in her ear, "If you make more girls come than slave I'll let you spend the night with Mistress Mariko."

Jasmine's countenance brightened instantly. "Really?"

"You heard me." She stood and moved to slave.

"Don't disappoint me. I expect nothing less than perfection from you."

"Yes Mistress."

Before standing she said, "You know why you and slave girl are here; it's not about the orgasms but rather to expose every girl you serve to the life I live. They all know you are owned slaves. My hope is they will eventually own a slave of their own in the not too distant future."

He looked longingly into her beautiful eyes wishing it was her that was about to mount him. Surrounding him now were at least ten women; some completely naked, others partially, but all eagerly waiting to make use of his services.

"I understand."

She squeezed his balls fondly and left.

"Ladies," Tiffany called as she slipped her tank-top up and over her head. At 22 she was in the peak of her female form. Tall and lean and athletic with high-riding tits she stood shameless and forthright before the thirty or so similarly dressed sorority girls. "Its noon," she called out. "And you know what happens at noon don't you?"

"We feed!" They said in unison followed by a roar of laughter.

Tif moved to the center of the room, placing one foot on Jasmine's pussy. "Mistress has brought us another slave for our enjoyment. Her name is Jasmine. She's 26 and beautiful but unlike us, she's a slave!"

"And we are mistresses in the making!" someone cried out.

"Indeed we are," Tiffany answered. "But even though she has tits and a pussy she is not one of us. She is no different than him!" She is here to serve us just as much as he is." She pointed to each as she recognized them. "So put aside any apprehensions you might have doing it with a girl and enjoy face fucking her as hard and as wild as you want!" She yelled now, full of excitement. "Remember," she added and then bent and spit on Jasmine's face, "she is a slave and you are?" She cupped her hand behind her ear as if listening.

"Mistresses!" they all roared.

Tif watched their desires to feed the two slaves grow visibly. Several started stroking their pussies in expectation for what would soon come.

"Mistress has generously agreed to give us these slaves to use as we wish until midnight. We have twelve hours to party! Drinks are in the kitchen. Drink up and fuck up!" She yelled. "I'm starting with the cute one. Who wants to party with me and ride the slave boy?"

A thick black woman almost ran to Bobby and sat poised inches from his mouth. Together the girls counted silently, "one, two, three!" and then lowered their cunts onto mouths waiting eagerly to please.

Jasmine brought Tif to a climax in a matter of minutes and she screamed triumphantly. "Oh god she's good! Of fuck, I love how she made me feel."

Bobby brought the black girl to her orgasm but it took almost as long as it did Jasmine to bring her second over the edge. The college girls seemed not to care whose face they fucked. As the alcohol flowed and the ladies became more inebriated the party conversely grew wilder. At one point there were three slaves eating pussy. A freshmen desiring acceptance into this particular group took up Tiffany's dare. One sexy senior girl after another fucked her face for an entire hour. When she finally stood she was awash in fluids but her eyes beamed with satisfaction. She had never been with a woman let alone with eight. Tif embraced the skinny girl and told her she had helped her cause by being such a good sport.

Meanwhile, Jasmine's lead had shrunk from seven to three although she had no idea what the tally was. Tiffany had put one of the other's in charge of keeping track. In the far corner and out of the line of sight of the two slaves stood a white board with tally marks aligned in two columns.

By the time midnight approached both slaves looked as if they had just finished boxing in a ten round fight. Their hair was a mess, their lips, face and tongues swollen and their shoulders, chest, stomachs and necks were a mass of scratches from out-of-control college girls raking their fingernails over their bodies. Bobby even had one eye partially swollen shut. One chic punched him because she thought he hadn't performed up to her expectations and socked him hard demanding he do her right.

Sharon arrived and was greeted by a throng of cheers. Stacy, who had enjoyed Jasmine three times and Bobby once brought her a beer. "This has been so much fun," she said. "We really need to make this an annual event."

Sharon laughed and took a pull from her bottle. "Thanks, I love doing this. It's so good for the slaves and even better for ya'll."

Tif grinned, "Indeed it is."

"Don't misunderstand me, I love that they can get off on their mouths while having a good time during finals but what I really want them to understand is that they could have slaves for themselves after they are through with college just like I enjoy these two at home every day."

This was at least the second time Sharon had brought this subject up today and Tif recognized how near and dear femdom, or female dominance was to her heart. "Trust me. In our sorority we discuss the topic all the time. What I think will get the ladies thinking is her," she pointed to Jasmine. "It's a first for most of them to have a girl on girl relationship and know she will never be dominant." She looked at Sharon. "Personally, I've never given the thought to having a slave girl. My only option was what boy I'd turn into one."

"I hope you do take a boy. I only took her because of a series of circumstances that threatened to take my boy slave from me. I had no intention of turning her into something like him. She happened to be a natural after I was able to open her mind enough to see that."

"Will you keep her?"

"Keep her? I'm not sure. Make her remain a slave? Probably. I think Jasmine has found a place of contentment in slavery that is akin to what Bobby feels. They both have deep seated needs to serve, obey and please women."

She shook her head as if in disbelief, "I can't fathom living like they do."

"I hope that changes real soon. Too many women live lives just like Jasmine. They end up getting married and serving a man that doesn't love and appreciate them the way they deserve."

Tif listened intently as she understood her point from a vantage point she hadn't yet heard.

"Oh, they don't call it slavery," continued Sharon, "But I can attest that far too many men abuse their wives or partners in ways they'd only do with a slave. It's so sad because our society encourages women to submit to men. The old vow in which a woman promised to obey is not that far removed. It's my wish that we reverse that trend and do so not so much by forcing men to obey but by opening their minds to see they willing can say those words and live a satisfying life doing so."

"Now there's a nice thought."

"Indeed it is. There are a good proportion of men out there that have no idea they would be happier submitting to a woman than living a traditional vanilla life." Sharon watched two ladies come in glorious orgasms almost simultaneously while she spoke. Two more stood nearby waiting for another go at them but Sharon stepped forward and grabbed each by the arm. "It's time I take my slaves home. You'll have to wait until next time."

"So they belong to you?" One asked.

"Yes. I thought you knew that."

"We got here late and we don't live here. I guess we missed that somehow."

"Then you need to talk to Tiffany." She pointed her out. "She'll tell you all about the meetings they old here. They talk about how to get a guy and train him to be a slave and talk about lots of other similar topics. I'm sure you will find what she has to say interesting."

The girls' eyes widened with curiosity and wonderment. "We will! This is so cool. Thanks for bringing them."

"You're very welcome. Tell you what, why don't you two be the last to enjoy them."

"Really?"

"Go ahead." She waved them on.

"Thanks!"

...

On the way out to the car slave girl whispered in her Mistress' ear. "Did I win?"

"You know rule #2 slave girl." Sharon smiled broadly.

Jasmine responded meekly. "I'm sorry I asked. I was just so curious."

"I know you were. Everyone said you both were so fun to be with," she said raising her voice so both could hear.

The naked slaves strolled to the car that was parked out back. The three walked as if they were fully dressed. Nakedness, especially for Jasmine had become the norm. With the exception of the twenty four hour period when Deb visited she couldn't remember a time she had worn anything. In fact, she only had one outfit. She came here with nothing and Mistress had only purchased what she wore last weekend recently.

The public story on Jasmine, from what Sharon had learned was she was officially considered missing. Law officials stated the case was ongoing but admitted they had no leads nor any evidence indicating what happened to the 25 year old in December. Because she lived in such a rural area there were no witnesses and an investigation at her home found nothing that led them to believe a crime had been committed. Her husband of two year reported her absence on Christmas Eve. Friends and neighbors noted they had not seen the young woman for several days prior to Christmas so there was no definitive time frame on when she actually went missing.

Further reports on her case diminished in frequency by late January and the last thing Sharon had heard was a short blurb in mid-February in which simply stated there had been no further leads for which the small police force of a single officer to follow up on. Her whereabouts remained a mystery.

Upon arrival at home, Mistress treated both slaves to a night secured loosely to the floor eyebolt. They needed their rest. They had done well. Jasmine surprised Sharon by racking up sixteen more orgasms than her counterpart, an impressive number given the skilled tongue of slave. Within fifteen minutes of walking in the house all three was sound asleep.