Slave Management 101-5

At precisely 10:15, Dave walked over to stand in front of the slaves facing his students. He called to the students and sent them over to stand on the right side of their respective slave. Dave had provided each of the students with a good quality riding crop during classroom time and each of them was carrying it when they entered the training room.

Several of the slaves went wide eyed at the sight of the crops. Some showed no reaction at all. Emily noted them and showed no apprehension. When Robert, Winter's master, entered the room nervously clutching his crop, Winter looked even more disdainful, if that was possible.

Dave thought to himself that every class had its problem child. He'd expected it to be James, but he was now much more concerned about Robert. James seemed surprisingly capable in Emily's management.

CHAPTER 11

James walked into the training room carrying his new crop. He spotted Emily quickly and saw her smiling at him, clearly happy to see him enter. James joined the group of students milling about and just listened to the conversation, smiling and commenting when appropriate.

James caught Dave in the corner of his eye walking towards the center of the room. James turned to watch. Dave stopped about 10 feet in front of, and centered on, the line of slaves. "Alright Gentlemen, let's get started. Please take your positions to the right of your slave and leash her."

As James took his place at Emily's right side, she tilted her head to the left and pulled her hair out of the way with her left hand so James could access her collar. James attached the leash, stroked her hair, and stood holding Emily's leash in his left hand and the riding crop in his right. Emily resumed her proper Nadu kneeling posture.

When James stood, he looked to see who was around him. To his left was a clean cut Hispanic man looking quite professional in a polo shirt and khaki pants. He had a cute, petite blonde on the end of his leash. Both of them seemed to be taking everything in stride. The man, whose name James couldn't remember, had spoken briefly to James during the break, and seemed nice enough.

What James saw to his right worried him. Winter was Nadu kneeling sloppily, looking at Robert with something akin to disgust. Robert quickly attached Winter's leash and stood back up. Robert looked at James with a weak smile that failed to hide his nervousness. Robert acted like he had a barely controlled panther at the end of the leash. One he was would afraid would maul him if he turned his back.

James felt sympathy for Robert. The young man was clearly out of his depth. However, James wished he hadn't wound up with Winter to his right. He would tell Emily to be sure to stay away from Winter when they lined up after their shower tomorrow. James was certain Winter was going to be an issue all month and he didn't need the distraction. Neither did Emily for that matter.

James looked back down at Emily who was Nadu kneeling with perfect posture, her muscular body sleek and smooth, her demeanor calm and content now that James was back with her. James couldn't help but take pride in her. He was certain Emily was the most desirable slave there, and she was all his. The big smile on James' face was practically a gloat.

Dave spoke to the group, "Gentlemen, please look down at the floor in front of your slave. There's a number there."

James looked and saw a black 11 painted on the floor at Emily's knees in block letters about 12 inches high. As Dave continued, "This is your spot. You'll find your slave knelt behind this number every morning when we come into this room after our break. When it's time to start in here, I expect to find your slave knelt on the floor behind your number, leashed, with you on her right side, ready to get started."

"Shit!! I'm stuck next to Winter all fucking month. If things go how I think they will, I'm gonna wind up swatting her with the crop, and maybe Robert too." Frustrated, James remembered an axiom his dad learned from Dave and then passed it on to James. "Improvise, adapt, and overcome. I can't do anything about Winter, and I'm sure not gonna to go whining to Dave, so I'll just have to make the best of it" James thought silently. James was determined to succeed in this training and show his parents that they could quit worrying about him, and start relying on him.

The rest of the morning was spent discussing and practicing graceful movement, and posture. Managing your slave and moving in a coordinated fashion while she was leashed was very much like dancing. Timing was important. The ability to predict how your partner would move in a given situation was vital to avoiding catastrophe.

To the slaves, Dave stressed the importance of paying close attention to her master. Emily gave James a sheepish look during this discussion. No doubt remembering her trip and near fall on the tarmac at the airfield.

To the students he stressed situational awareness. It was the master's job to plot a course and navigate it so as to avoid people and obstacles. Unlike walking a dog, a properly trained slave was intent on following her master and maintaining her proper place. This allowed the master focus on where he was leading his slave without having to constantly watch where his slave was and what she was doing.

James thought much of what Dave said was just common sense, but he picked up a few nuggets of information here and there. James did appreciate the opportunity to actually practice what Dave was teaching with Emily.

Again, James was very pleased with Emily. She had clearly been listening and with just a couple of practice runs, she'd execute any maneuver with near perfection. The more he worked with Emily, the more enamored James became with Emily's toned body and the subtle definition her muscles displayed as they moved under her skin.

On the other hand, Winter was an entirely different story. Her movements were sloppy, uncoordinated, and indifferent. Robert constantly corrected her although he couldn't seem to muster any appearance of authority. So Winter mostly ignored him.

Dave tried to intervene when he could, but Dave had 14 other students and 14 other slaves to work with. Therefore, his ability to step-in was limited.

James wasn't a big fan of corporal punishment. Emily'd given him no reason whatsoever to use his new riding crop, so he hadn't. He heard and saw other students using their crops from time to time. It never sounded or looked to be cruel or pointless, but many people thought pain was a good training tool. That applied to their children and pets as well as to their slaves. James could see that pain was a motivator, but in most cases correction could be made without pain, and you would get better performance from any creature without it.

The analogy sounded demeaning, but that didn't make any less true. You could train a dog or a horse with pain avoidance techniques, but you would get an animal that obeyed, feared, and avoided you. Or you could train them with positive reinforcement and you would get a partner who craved your company. That worked with people too.

Having said that...Winter needed to feel the sting of the crop. Robert had to be authoritative and dominant if he wasn't going to wind up being Winter's servant. Winter needed a good dose of pain to get her to a mindset that would allow training through positive reinforcement. But Robert hadn't used his crop even once. Instead he nearly begged Winter to comply, but she just seemed to get more apathetic and disgusted by the minute.

James wasn't sure how much of Winter's insolence he could take. Behavior like Winter's really bothered James even if it wasn't directed towards him. So James tried to focus on Emily and her earnest efforts to please him. She was succeeding.

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James intense focus on this beautiful slave practically dancing around him naked was taking a toll on his libido. Emily's eyes and flirty behavior indicated she was feeling pretty randy as well. James was looking forward to the lunch break. He figured there was time to take Emily up to the room and knock out a quickie before leaving for lunch. He planned to do just that.

"Oh God, why does she keep giving me that sultry fuck me, fuck me now look?? If she keeps it up I'm going to bend her slutty ass over and fuck her right here in front of God and everybody!" James couldn't wait for lunch.

When Dave finally called lunch, James practically snatched Emily off the floor by her leash and made a b-line for the elevator. Dave was looking at James like he wanted to say something, but as he watched the two of them, a big knowing grin spread across Dave's face and he stepped out of their way. James nodded in acknowledgment but didn't slow down, Emily right behind him almost glowing with anticipation.

James and Emily were the first ones to reach the elevator. As James pushed the call button, another owner showed up with his slave, followed closely by another pair. James had been toying with the idea of pinning Emily up against the back wall of the elevator and hitting it right there, but now that wasn't going to happen.

When the elevator door opened, James, followed by Emily, entered the elevator, pushed the 8 button and the two of them stepped to the back and stood side by side against the wall. The others followed them in. One man hit the 4, and the other hitting the 7.

"Damn!" James thought, "Now I have to wait for these people to get off the elevator as well!" The doors seemed to stay open forever when they reached the 4^th floor. By now the scent of three naked aroused slaves filled the elevator. That wasn't helping matters. Finally they made it to the 7^th floor, the man and his slave darted out of the elevator, but it took a week for the doors to close.

When they finally reached the 8^th floor, it took the doors forever to open! "What the hell is wrong with this god forsaken machine???" James had his crop hanging from his left hand and his room key in his right hand when the elevator finally opened. The two of them almost ran to the room and flung open the door. Emily fell to her knees and had his pants at his ankles in record time.

James was painfully hard, and as soon as his cock was exposed, Emily swallowed it whole. James didn't have time for that so he grabbed a hand-full of Emily's hair, pulled her off his cock, spun her around, slammed her back against the wall, lifted her thighs and drove straight into her. She was so wet she took him even quicker than she had taken him in her throat. Emily threw her arms around James' neck, locked her legs around his waist, buried her face in his neck and her orgasm exploded through her after about two strokes.

James stopped moving, and whispered into her ear, "Damn girl, you were ready for that, weren't you."

"Yes My Lord, please don't stop now!"

"I certainly don't intend too." James resumed hammering her against the wall. It wasn't long before he pumped a load into her.

Still hard and unsatisfied, James stepped out of his pants, turned and carried Emily to the bed, the unique friction from James walking while still inside her brought on another orgasm for Emily. She clamped her arms, legs, and head against him with all her not inconsiderable strength. For the first time James saw a downside to having hard-body slaves, he thought she was going to choke him!

James made it to the bed, turned his back to it and just let himself fall backwards onto the freshly made bed with Emily atop him still in the throes of her orgasm. James held the back of Emily's head with his left hand while he waited for her to stop twitching.

Once Emily came back down to earth, she lifted herself up off of James' body staying on all fours and straddling his body. James scooted farther onto the bed. Emily crawled up his body, grabbed his cock, pointed it straight up, and practically fell on it burying all of him in herself instantly.

Then Emily bent down bracing her hands on James muscular, hairless chest and began to grind on his cock and pelvis. James much preferred grinding to the typical in and out stroking. He and his partner both got plenty of friction just from his cock moving around inside her, but he stayed buried up to his ball in her the entire time.

An added benefit was that if the female half of the equation understood what she was doing, she could easily angle her pelvis so that her clit was rubbing up against his pelvis the entire time she was grinding on his cock...and Emily knew exactly what she was doing.

Emily rode James like she was in the Kentucky Derby. James put his hands on her hips to gently guide her movement. It wasn't long before Emily was trying to squeeze her legs together against James' sides. James wondered why so many women tried to close their legs when they came. And then she was cumming, forcing her groin and clit against James as hard as she could.

James watched her intently. There was nothing sexier than a woman in the great big middle of an orgasm. Truth be told, watching his partner cum was James' favorite part of sex. Emily didn't slow down, she kept riding James hard and came four more times in the next two minutes. She then collapsed on James' chest breathing hard, savoring the aftershocks of her orgasms.

Without separating from Emily, James rolled her over onto her back and began to drive into her. Emily was sexually drained, so she let her knees fall open, put her hands on the back of James' neck and head, and then just laid back loving the sensation of being used.

James came hard shortly thereafter, Emily gave him orgasms almost as good as the orgasms Barbara gave him with her tight caramel skinned Cuban body. It occurred to James that he was the luckiest man alive. James rolled off Emily, his arms stretched out. Emily followed James' roll landing half on top of him with her head on his chest. She was about to doze off when James shook her and said "Time to get up Emily, I'm hungry and we still have four hours of training to go through."

Dejectedly, Emily replied "Yes, My Lord." Slowly climbed off James and went to get a warm damp washcloth.

James understood that Emily was a very smart woman and there was no need to spell everything out to her. Emily knew what was expected of her and did it without hesitation. So James decided to start talking to her like he would he would anybody else.

"Let's go get some lunch, Emily. I'm hungry."

Emily looked at James questioningly, then apparently caught on to what James was doing. Emily rose, put herself in heel position looking pleased, "Yes My Lord".

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Katherine closed the door to her new apartment, perhaps a little harder than necessary. The two fucking idiots that just delivered her new couch pissed her off just by breathing. It was a hot day in Atlanta to be delivering furniture and the two Georgia rednecks smelled like they hadn't bathed in weeks. Neither of them seemed to be capable of putting together a coherent sentence either.

It was a shame because one of them was pretty fuckable, and Katherine was horny as hell. She'd dumped her last boyfriend a couple of weeks before finals so she could study. As a rule Katherine didn't do random hook-ups, so she had nothing but her fingers and toys to relieve the tension in her pussy for some time now.

It had been long enough that she'd entertained the idea of giving one of the delivery guys the best kind of tip for bringing the couch up. But she'd dismissed that idea almost as soon as they opened their mouths to speak.

It was lunch time, but she wasn't hungry. Katherine drank a bottle of wine last night, evidenced by the glass and empty bottle still sitting on the coffee table. It'd been a late morning so her breakfast was finished just before the couch arrived.

Stepping back a bit she admired her new living space with all the new furniture. The couch was the last piece she needed. With it in place, she was pleased with her first attempt to decorate an empty space on her own. Up until now, her parents had always selected her furniture, albeit with Katherine's input. Morgan, her mother, furnished the small house in Tuscaloosa where she'd lived while attending school.

Katherine wandered over to the small dining table, collected her breakfast dishes, took them to the kitchen where they were rinsed and put in the dishwasher.

Looking at the clock, it was after noon so she decided on a little hair of the dog. Taking a fresh bottle of wine and a clean glass, Katherine found her way to the new couch, sat down to open the bottle. After pouring herself a glass, she turned on the TV, flipped through the channels trying to find something that wouldn't be too annoying.

An old black and white movie popped up. Thinking it wouldn't be full of sex, Katherine decided to let it play. She was horny enough without watching somebody fucking on the screen. Her clothes weren't helping either. She was practically naked.

Planning to seduce the delivery man, Katherine wore big a cut-off football jersey she'd stolen from a prominent member of Alabama's football team she'd dated a few times. It was loose and baggy, but it allowed her firm breasts to bounce enticingly beneath it while prominently displaying her hard nipples through the material.

Tight, gray sweatpants, cut so short her taught ass cheeks peaked out underneath completed the outfit. She wore only the two items. Katherine rarely dressed so sloppily, but she thought the white trash ensemble would be just the thing to harden the cock of a blue-collar Georgia hick.

It worked too. Both men were practically drooling when they left. Katherine could have had both men servicing her had she decided to do so. But the scent of a days hard labor on a man was something she'd been unprepared for. Neither was the piss-poor english. The men seemed to go out of their way to sound uneducated and stupid.

Katherine shook off her frustration, trying to concentrate on the movie. The long-dead lead actor was very handsome. In spite of herself she found him sexy in an elegant, sophisticated way. He was fit. His face bore manly features that weren't particularly attractive individually, but came together to create a compellingly masculine look she found very appealing.

The plot was lost on Katherine. She studied the actor, his speech, mannerisms, expressions, and movements. The man looked so familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place who she was reminded of.

As the wine flowed, Katherine's infatuation with the actor deepened. The character's ability to morph from gentle, loving husband to an authoritative, domineering, masterful, alpha male had her dying to know how he would be as a lover.

The lovely woman portraying his wife was so feminine and appealing in way women rarely displayed anymore. She looked at her make-believe husband with such adoration that Katherine couldn't help but wonder if the pair had been an item off the set as well as on it.

Katherine would never admit it, but she longed for a man who could put that depth of adoration in her own eyes. A man who was sweet and kind, but at the same time let her know, in no uncertain terms, that she belonged to, and was expected to obey him...only him.

Try as she might, Katherine could no longer deny the need in her pussy. Her clit screamed for attention. Her hand found the leg opening in her shorts, pulled it aside and began gently caressing her protruding, swollen, wet labia. She laid her head back on the couch after she finished off the last of her wine, setting her glass on the coffee table. The feel of her own fingers on her sex was wonderful, so she tried to shut out all outside distractions, concentrating on the sensations derived from her fingertips.