Sveta Kustenskaya leans forward to embrace and kiss. A light kiss on her cheek. "Remember to enjoy the moment. We are so very proud of you. We will enjoy watching you so much!"
The Kustenskies and Pyotr leave and Vyera is alone with Neena. "You have read the instructions?"
"Da, Gaspaszha."
"You know where to go?"
"Da, spaseeba."
"Good. We will all be waiting for you at the end."
Neena smiles and Vyera is at last alone, alone in a crown of happy boisterous young people but Vyera knows she has expectations to fulfill. She looks at her academic gown and in a moment of clarity, remembers that this moment should have been shared with others,
But they are no others, only Owners.
Vyera takes her place and the Ceremony unfolds in the cavernous University Assembly Hall. At the front, a dais stands before an enormous mosaic splattered with Soviet iconography in red and gold. (4) Against this background, the University Rector delivers speeches to the new graduates: congratulations on their achievement, recognition of their hard work done, thoughts on what the future may hold for them. Ah, if they only knew! Could any of those present imagine what the future might be or the bare headed girl in the front of the congregation? A future which will involve corporal punishment, bodily modification, sexual, physical and intellectual exploitation, perhaps disposal when her usefulness came to an end and even execution if she dared to abscond?
It is coming close to her time. Those to her right are standing, passing forwards under the orders of the Ushers. She obediently follows, as she should, to walk across the dais, to shake hands with the Faculty, to receive her scroll and to walk on into her future as Dr Vyera Anatol'yevna Kuznetsova, PhD, Lomonosov State University, Moscow. Dr Kuznetsova, rabinya.
Photographs always make people smile. Against the heroic, monolithic, background of the University buildings, on a warm sunny summer's day Vyera is photographed in her academic robes, black and gold, her head covered by her Doctor's hat, her Scroll in her hands, on her own, with Neena, with Anatoly, with Sveta, with her new "family" all together and in the company of Dr Mendeleyev and Dr Romaonva, as an academic triumvirate.
Has she enjoyed the day? The satisfaction of achievement has been alloyed with a nagging unhappiness. The day also belonged to Others who were absent and whilst Vyera often finds it difficult to remember who they are, because their names and faces are now small and often blurred in her memory, she is aware of the voids that they should fill on this happy day, this day of achievement, this day of celebration. A PUBLICATION IS PROPOSED
I have been summoned to the University, to see Drs Mendeleyev and Romanova.
Sergey, the security guard on duty today, gives me exactly enough money for the tickets I will have to buy to travel on the Metro. 28 roubles each way, 56 roubles in all. Together, we verify that my mobile is charged and working. He gives me just a little more money - the price of a phone call -- just in case my mobile breaks down. I confirm the route I will take. He releases me from the house and I begin my journey.
I check the time at the station and send Sergey a text to tell him that I am about to enter.
I catch Metro from Chisty Purdy to Universitet, nine stops away on Line 1. As the train plunges down the dark tunnels, I read the names of the stations on the Metro Schema and play with the strange poetry of their names: Tverskaya, Arbatskaya, Kievskaya, Park Kultury, Pachatniki and Yasenevo.
As soon as I am above ground once more, I send a text to confirm my position and prepare to penetrate the warren of corridors and floors in the main university tower and presently I am once more standing outside the door which says: Юлиа Романова.
I confirm my position by text to Sergey again and knock ...
"Dr Vyera!"
"Gaspazha. Vasha rabinya. Mistress.Your slave"
"What a day it was, last week; I was so pleased to see you graduate!"
"Yes: so unexpected. My Owners were very kind to me. I had not expected such ... generosity. The ceremony was wonderful and such a beautiful day and then to be taken to lunch afterwards. I was not expecting anything at all. After all, slaves ..."
"Are there for the benefit of their Owners."
"Yes: I understand that so much better now."
"You are very fortunate."
"Yes: I know. I am very fortunate."
"How does it make you feel?"
"Feel? ... it makes me feel ... grateful and also that I have a responsibility not to let my Owners down. Not to disappoint them in any way. Gratitude, resolve to do all I can to be the very best slave that I can be and always a responsibility to do my very best."
Julia pats me gently on my bum, smiles and says "Well done, rabinya"
Rabinya! She has never actually used that word about me in my presence before and I feel absurdly pleased. I smile broadly. She smiles in return. I want to kiss her for her kind words, as I feel them to be.
"Coffee?"
"Oh yes please."
"Well, more work! As you know, research gets published and we have to publish the work you have done."
"Publish? But the field work ... should ... I mean how can you keep the location of the field work confidential?"
"Confidential?"
"It was done abroad. We are Russians. Anyone reading a research paper would want to know where the field work took place. They would expect it to have been carried out in Russia. Unless the field work is to be repeated at a facility in our country?"
"Well done Vyerochka! You have been such a good investment! Of course you are quite correct and yes, your original field work is to be repeated. We will improve the experimental methods and the data collection. The exact context will be different, of course. However, at this stage, we intend to publish the experimental strategy and then during the next twelve months, we will describe the improved methods as the new experiment unfolds. Your task here today is to write up the preliminary communication."
"I am sorry to argue but surely people will know ... will recognise?"
"Who, exactly?"
"Professor ... Professor ..."
"Dawney?"
"Yes. Professor Dawney"
"Professor Dawnwey's brain is not always the source of her own ideas."
"Oh -- how do you mean?"
"Your project was originally suggested to her, by Igor Ivanovitch and Professor Dawney thought she could see potential in it. It provided her with some sort of opportunity ..."
My jaw drops. Angela had seen some sort of opportunity in this project. An opportunity to have me trained as a slave! Initially a consensual slave but how consensual would that remain as I fell deeper under her influence? And little by little she would prize me away from ... from ... what was his name? The man I used to be with?
Julia is speaking again: "so at least you know exactly where you are with us, hmmm? You are safer. Vyerochka? Are you all right?"
"Da, spaseeba, Gaspazha. It's ... I mean, I often feel sick when I move between the world I live in now and my memories of the world I used to live in. It feels like vertigo. I do not like to go back there if I can help it. It hurts me."
"Ah, I see. Travelling between worlds. And I took you back by talking about ..."
"Yes. Please, do not mention her."
"Of course." She hugs me and I snuggle up to the warmth of her body and the sweet softness of her fuzzy hair. She smiles a satisfied smile and I feel relieved to be back safe where I belong, as their slave.
I spend the rest of the day writing up the preliminary report. It is so easy, almost as if I have done it before. The flow of the ideas, the sentence structure, the quotations in the bibliography. I write in English and Julia translates it across into Russian. Before mid-afternoon the task is complete.
My mobile rings. "Rabinya?"
"Da?"
"Alana!"
"Gaspazha!"
"Give the mobile to Julia."
"Gaspazha Julia?"
"Da."
"Eto Gaspazha Alana."
"Ah. Give it to me."
She holds out her hand for the mobile and talks animatedly to Gaspazha Alana about the birth of her baby and Vitali and about Yuri her own boyfriend -- or is he her partner now?
Arrangements are being made for Julia and Yuri to visit Alana and Vitali and meet little Dmitry. I should have liked to invite Julia to my home because she is so nice but slaves do not have anything of their own. I have been given a place to live but it is not 'my' place and in any case, it's difficult to entertain in a cell and what would I give them anyway? I have nothing. This is one of the sadness's of my calling. Not being able to be generous or to repay kindness, except with my efforts and my demeanour. Those are all I have left to give.
Julia leans her head towards me.
"You are to get some 'Baby Wet Ones' from the Pharmacy in Chisty Purdy. (5) An account has been arranged. Just give your name when you arrive. It will be ready for you. Understand?"
"Da, Gaspazha, spaseeba"
Julia returns to her call. "Yes, Alana. I have told her. Yes, we are done. She is on her way"
Julia closes the call, smiles at me and returns the handset. I am dismissed. A PRACTICAL EXAMINATION
The following day, Neena arrives to take me back to the Dacha. Vitali, Alana and little Dmitry are going to visit Vitaly's parents and so, once more, I am no longer needed. I help them pack and by mid-afternoon we are ready to depart.
Before we leave, Neena imparts some news.
"A colleague of yours is doing some acceptable work at last and is more compliant. A reward is to be given. You will not let me down, I hope? Stand still! "
The Moscow house has a garage beneath it and our conversation has taken place in confidentiality of the garage. Neena hands me the leather discipline hood which I snuggle over my head and Neena closes the zips and collar strap to imprison my head until I am due for release. She has done this to make sure I have plenty of time to think about my coming duties with no distractions. As we drive to the Dacha I am left alone in my warm, dark, sweet smelling leathery seclusion, to contemplate being given to Pavea, Pavea of all people, as a sexual toy!
I am standing in one of the basement cells at the Dacha. I am still wearing my hood but apart from the hood, I am naked. My hands are strapped behind me and my legs are secured to a short spreader bar. Neena brought me here and prepped me before leaving without any further explanation.
I stand like this, apparently alone for several moments. I am expecting to hear the gloating voice of Pavea but there is silence. A hand gently begins to tease my thighs. I wince in surprise at its unexpected touch. The hand spends some moments rubbing, tickling, brushing my labia. My chastity belt has been removed but not my chastity piercings. The hand caresses them in a teasing, tickling way. My legs begin to tremble. I can feel my cunt beginning to get wet. The rubbing and tickling stop and there is silence. The hand holds my bum and I feel a tongue on my labia. The rings discourage an early attack on my inner labia and the tongue bides its time exploring me. Presently, the tongue tip begins to push between the folds of my labia between the rings. I can feel the gentle erotic stretching. I can feel my cunt beginning to drool in earnest. The chastity piercings prevent any penetration by a cock, but they do not keep a tongue at bay. The tongue takes its time. It wriggles, probes and finds my inner lips and presently, it finds my clit. The tongue spends several minutes playing there. This is such a refined torture! My body is sweating. My legs are trembling but I am nowhere near coming. The owner of the tongue must realize, as they -- she as I guess it is -- she continues to play slow sensuous music with my body.
Abruptly, the stimulation stops. Pavea's voice says, "Kneel, you bitch and she slaps my bum hard!"
I kneel and she strips off my hood, laughing at how my face is covered in perspiration.
"On your back!"
I slither onto my back facing her.
"You taste good, do you know that?"
"Er, I'm not sure."
"That Neena bitch gave me just one half hour and I have just fifteen minutes left to use you, see?"
Pavea shows me an electronic timer, relentlessly counting backwards to zero. She squats over me.
"My ass! You are going to spend the last ten minutes tonguing my ass. I want to be caressed, and licked -- licked right over the star-fish, mind. I wanna feel your stud -- and then I wanna have a nice gentle tongue fucking. I think I'm clean but, well I just dunno exactly. Anyway, whatever. Off you go!"
I am under orders. I have to comply. Once I would have been appalled at this sort of behaviour. After the Domestics I stopped worrying. This particular defence had been washed away long ago. Then there was Neena, and how I love Neena, but Pavea?
Yet, I am a slave and slaves just do as they are told. I spend the last ten minutes of this particular servitude tonguing Pavea's ass to her apparent satisfaction.
Pavea's reverie and my humiliation are abruptly ended by the electronic alarm.
"Damn you!" gasps Pavea: "I was almost there!" A JUDICIAL EXAMINATION
Seconds later Neena is with us. My legs are unstrapped and we both struggle to our feet, to stand before our Trainer.
"Pavea." says Neena brightly. "Have you enjoyed yourself?"
"Sorta", she replies. Pavea continues to be astonishingly - heroically - insolent or so it seems to me. Perhaps this is just her 'way'. The effects of her upbringing and her culture.
Neena raises one eyebrow in reply.
"So assess your colleague, rabinya Pavea. Marks out of ten?"
I gasp: I just know what is coming: "Well, gee I suppose the bitch tried hard but she has so much to learn. I'd give her ... oh, I guess four out of ten. She needs more practice!"
"Only four out of ten", muses Neena in reply, well she has not had opportunities for sexual service recently, so I can understand that she may be out of practice but four out of ten you say? Why that leaves six marks to earn. In Russia we count in groups of five but you were, once upon a time, an American and Americans like groups of six so, six times six is thirty six! That means Vyera has earned herself thirty six cane strokes."
Neena tut tuts and slowly shakes her head at me. For my part I feel so let down by Pavea. I tired my best. I start to shed tears at the way Pavea has landed me in trouble and encouraged Neena to arrange a severe punishment for me. But Neena has not finished. She turns to the smug, smiling Pavea.
"It is a shame to waste an educational opportunity. Slaves have to cultivate a generosity of spirit. This, Pavea, is something you have to pay particular attention to. Tomorrow, you shall watch me give Vyerka a warm-up spanking and then thirty six cane strokes, one per minute. Afterwards, so you can fully appreciate Vyerka's learning experience and to give yourself the opportunity to think more deeply about generosity, Vyerochka will prep you with a spanking and I will cane you, the same thirty six strokes! So, something for you both to think about overnight!"
............................................................................................................................
Footnotes:
- A strangely familiar experience amongst PhD candidiates!
2 The architecture of Moscow State University
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moscow_State_University
http://www.msu.ru/en/tour/
- Genesis, Chapter 22
- President Reagan speaks in the Great Hall at MSU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lutYGxMWeA
- Baby Wet Ones.
http://themommyinsider.typepad.com/the_mommy_insider/2008/05/wet-ones-antiba.html
CHAPTER 24 : A VACATION IS ARRANGED
TEAM BRIEF
Anatoly, Dr Mendeleyev and Neena are facing each other through computer screens. They are holding a regular on-line meeting to discuss the progress of a number of novice slaves as they progress through their training. The meeting has been in progress for some time and they have reached what will be the two most difficult items.
"Igor Ivanovitch? The next item is 'Research Reports' and you want to speak to this?"
Dr Mendeleyev clears his throat." Yes, thank you, Anatoly Sergeyevitch. This is my item. As you probably know, it is normal for Academics such as Julia Romanova and I to publish our work. Indeed Higher Education has almost become an international commodity. MSU is very keen to rise to the top of the 'world league of universities', so the Rector expects to see a continuous out put of research papers from all departments."
"Quite so, and the consequence for us?"
"Is that we have begun to publish the results of the Vyera Investigation."
"So?"
"Other research groups will become aware of what we have accomplished."
"The usual consequence of publication, I think. Do you have concerns? Someone in particular?"
"In particular, there is Angela Dawney. Her in particular because I first suggested an investigation on these lines to her. It was a casual, perhaps 'tongue in cheek' suggestion and I was astonished to see how quickly she had picked up the idea and made progress with it."
"And she will be surprised to see her own data in print under your name?"
The image of Mendeleyev shifts uncomfortably on the screen in front of Anatoly.
"There are two issues, Anatoly Sergeyevitch. First, I should have discussed the commercial sensitivity of the data with you, so I apologise. However, you should know that MSU is very keen to exploit commercial advantage for its own ends, so perhaps it is wise not to alert their income generation people by classifying this particular work as 'commercially sensitive' "
"Second, Dawney will be alerted to the data but she will not know that it is the same data that Vyera was collecting in the UK. Only that the investigation and data is very similar. She may, of course, just think that we have proceeded with my original idea after all."
Anatoly snorts, it would hardly be like Angela to remember that someone else had an idea before she did.
"Third", the image of Mendeleyev looks down and Anatoly immediately knows that this is where the real trouble lies, "in our first report the authors were listed as Mendeleyev, Romanova and Kuznetsova. We had intended to keep Vyera's name off the paper but through an oversight, it was sent to the journal intact and Vyera's very own manuscript was used."
"Ah." Anatoly paused to assess the potential significance of this new fact.
"Has Dawney a list of your staff?"
"No, of course not."
"So there is nothing to connect Vyera Anatol'yevna Kuznetsova with Jennifer Karin McEwan?"
"Not directly but the manuscript is in Vyera's words. They might match the words she had used in similar written work before she was brought here."
"Ah ... I see ... but she has been with us for many months now. Surely her previous work will have been discarded?"
"Possibly, and then again, possibly not."
"And you propose?"
"We cannot retract the report but we can make sure that VA Kuznetsova never appears again in future reports. I do not think Vyera has any further expectations of an academic career."
"I don't think we plan to sponsor any further research at this point," Anatoly says, drily. "Thank you, Igor Ivanovitch. Clearly we must keep a careful watch."
Share the love
English
