The Vassal Academy Ch. 07

Ann didn't know much about seeking a feeling of humiliation, but she did know about drug users. They taught her at the academy, that you build a tolerance to drugs, and needed a larger dose to get the same feeling. Ok, but was the feeling of humiliation the same? Why wouldn't it be about the same? So they were working on getting Geneva accustomed to a more stable sense of her slave identity, her version of a slave life. To adapting Geneva's vision of slave live to one of love, dedication, and service. Did that help Geneva? If they didn't do that what would happen?

Devon had said it. Geneva would seek out someone who would meet her needs, and that meant someone who would humiliate her for the sake of satisfying their own desire to what? Have a girl who enjoyed being humiliated? Oh God. Ann had seen reports, and a few first hand cases of that. Women who were so completely cowed as to do anything that their husbands, boyfriends, whatever, would say.

That is what Ann had assumed was going on at this facility. Yet, it wasn't. The trainers took great care in providing a stable, and structured life of service, and sex, for the slaves.

Ann walked back to her bedroom and sat heavily. She was talking herself into the job instead of out of the job. What would she say to her Parents? What would the neighbors say?

"You believe pride comes from without, we believe it comes from within." Damn that Devon for planting that fucking seed in her mind. Damn him. Damn Andre for looking so good. For having a cock that was big and beautiful and hard as a brick stick. Damn Jeannette for having a talented and trained mouth and bringing her to screaming orgasms.

There was one other thing the Dominatrix had said that bothered Ann. Once you start down this path, you can't ever walk away. That seemed to fit Jeannette's story. She tried and almost went insane trying to be normal. She was only happy doing what she was doing. Perhaps the other part of it was that once you did it, the rest of the world refused to ever take you seriously again.

A thousand dollars a week, plus bonus's when the school makes a profit. Damn that's a lot of money, especially when Devon said that there was already interest, and they weren't even really up and running yet, still short at least one trainer, and two house slaves. Forget the Room and Board part, that was worth at least six hundred a month right there for a room and private bath.

Ann decided to get dressed and go talk to her Mom. Ann had decided something else, but she needed to tell her parents first. They wouldn't like it, but they would have to accept it. Ann was an adult, twenty-two and she was about to become a Dominatrix. Ann stopped short. A Dominatrix who would be expected to get anal sex? To judge the quality of the anal sex? Devon would have to adjust that. There is no way she's getting buggered. She'll test the students ability to perform oral sex, perhaps even fuck some of the boys, if they showed some promise, but no way in hell was she going to get buggered.

Ann shook her head and got dressed. She put on dark jeans and a black t-shirt and drove to her Moms. She was already dressing in her version of Dominatrix clothing. She had leather boots on didn't she?

Andre was taking a short nap, he had the duty tonight. Andre knew that soon the Slaves would be helping out with this soon, as soon as they were through the training that is.

Jeannette was back downstairs after a nap. She was used to doing this, they'd had her do it at the farms more than once. Stay up with someone who was injured or whatever. She'd sleep tonight, when Master was done with her of course. Silently beside him, his love filling her and making her feel complete. Jeannette felt a familiar twinge that let her know she was looking forward to tonight.

Geneva was working on station four, and was now considered competent at stations one through three. She could get the green lights and task complete easily. Four took a little longer for her, but she was learning. She felt pretty good today. The orgasm last night had helped. She appreciated Miss Clark doing that for her. She would be happy if Miss Clark became Mistress Clark. She was nice, understanding. Also deliciously cruel denying Geneva that orgasm twice before allowing her to come with permission instead of without.

Diane was a wreck, she was exhausted, and was fumbling as she tried to clean the slaves restroom. She was so tired. The schedule left you so worn out at the end of a day, that you really needed your sleep. Going without, coupled with the damn shocks and the screeching alarm was too much to endure.

At dinner, Diane was blinking at her plate, and wondering what she was eating. She didn't care. She was hungry, and she was tired. Perhaps she could talk Jeannette into putting her to bed early. If so, she could try and get used to sleeping quietly and without moving. Perhaps she might get fifteen minutes tonight, which would be more than last night.

Geneva ate quickly, Mistress Rebecca demanded punctuality. She dashed off leaving some food on her plate, determined to be early and please Mistress Rebecca.

Ann ate at home with her parents, and it was as bad as she had thought. Her Dad raged that she was becoming a fucking whore. Her mom wanted to know what was wrong, was she trying to do some sort of movie undercover bit?

Ann left with tears in her eyes and her heart in tatters on her sleeve. Her father had just disowned her, demanding that she leave his house, never to return. The Dominatrix had been right, once you started this path, you couldn't ever leave it.

She drove past her place and right to Devon's house. She tried to compose herself to talk to the guard, but he recognized the car from last night and waved her in. Ann found Jeannette waiting for her on the steps and standing formally for her.

"Mistress. Master Devon is in his room. He's coming down now." She gestured. "Please come this way, we'll wait in his office."

Jeannette gave no indication if she noticed that Ann was crying. She simply walked and waited while Ann entered Devon's office and sat heavily and miserably. Devon entered and took one look. He turned and whispered to Jeannette and nodded towards the door. Jeannette backed out and closed the door behind her as she exited.

Devon took the seat next to her and said. "Want to talk about it?"

"Yeah. I told my folks I was going to take your job, the job as a trainer. We argued, about what I was doing, and what I was becoming." Ann wiped her eyes and blew her nose on the offered handkerchief. "My Dad just called me a fucking whore, and told me he had no daughter, to get out of his house." Ann looked at Devon pleading with him. "How do you do it Devon? How do you do this knowing what everyone thinks about you?"

"We do it because we know the truth about what we are. We know the truth about this lifestyle. We know the truth about our slaves." Devon gestured. "There are those who say we need the slaves to feel complete, that we are sadists who need to hurt them to feel right. The truth is they need us far more than we need them. We're the ones in control but they're the ones who draw the picture we must navigate within."

"Everyone thinks I'm a whore." Ann said. "How can I live like that?"

"Is it true?" Devon asked.

"No." Ann said. "I don't think so, I hope not."

"Define a whore for me." Devon said.

"A woman who fucks for money." Ann said sarcastically.

"Then you are not a whore." Devon said. "We're paid to train slaves, not fuck whoever comes in the door. We don't fuck the slaves before phase two really. then only for occasional cunt training aside." Devon waved a hand. "Even in phase three, the sex is scheduled, planned, and part of their training more than our pleasure."

"Don't tell me you don't enjoy it." Ann said acidly.

"Oh no. Quite the contrary, those are some of my favorite times with a slave." Devon said. "However, I understand that there are some doctors, and very good ones, who enjoy cutting into flesh. They will take every opportunity they can to cut a person, never once doing so just to cut."

"Damn you Devon, you make everything so easy, so easy to walk away from society, and just join you."

"It's not easy, it's very hard. The life I promise you is so hard it's unimaginable." Devon said. "We work seven days a week here. We work hard. We adapt to the trainee's and we are often up all night with them. Andre is this very night sitting in the hallway upstairs in the slave training wing and listening to Diane get shocked. He's listening for signs of trouble, of real danger as opposed to her being miserable. Jeannette sat up last night, and reported that Diane got almost no sleep. She was shocked almost continuously. Tonight, we expect three hours or so. Tomorrow, the average is five. In a week, she'll be sleeping all night, quietly, and without moving."

"That's barbaric." Ann said.

"Is it?" Devon wondered. "OK. Have you ever had a boyfriend who snored?"

"Yes." Ann answered.

"If he had come here, he wouldn't have snored. Would that have changed your feelings towards him?"

"Probably not." Ann said. "He had other habits I couldn't deal with."

"A graduate of this program would have no such habits." Devon said. "They would adapt to you."

Ann considered for a moment and said. "If I take the job Devon, no anal sex. I don't want to be buggered."

"We can discuss that later. That's the Golden Gate Bridge, and you are in New York. You have three thousand miles to cross before you reach that bridge. It will be months, perhaps as much as six months before you're ready to study anal training as an apprentice." Devon answered.

"No anal sex."

Devon looked at her and said. "I will allow you to veto it when we get there. If you still wish to. However, I think you'll find our techniques are proven to be most effective, and the orgasms are quite intense."

Ann breathed deeply and said. "You have a Dominatrix now." Then she shook her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Devon nodded. "We'll do paperwork in the morning. It's late. We have a staff room available, for trainers. It has a private bath and shower. Please feel free to use it. Your apartment may not be too comfortable once your Father calls the Sheriff. Here, you're protected from the judgment of others."

Ann nodded. "Thanks, why do I feel safer here than out there?"

"Here, you truly are in control." Devon said showing her out. He took her upstairs and set her in a Staff room without a brass plaque. It would have one made soon that said Mistress Ann. Devon turned to his room and found Jeannette waiting for him, kneeling on the floor.

"You waited for me?" Devon asked smiling.

"Yes Master, you gave me a choice. So I decided to choose you." Jeannette looked up. "Just as I always have."

Devon smiled and closed his door. He stepped before his slave and said. "I owe you a reward don't I?"

"No Master, you owe me nothing. I'm here to serve you." Jeannette said. "That's what my pleasure is."

Devon laid her down and began to kiss her nipples. Jeannette had been taught to accept whatever master gave. Jeannette relaxed and felt the familiar hand on her pelvic bone. She raised an eyebrow and looked down. Master was smiling at her. "I'm going to do to you, what you did to Ann. I'm going to lick you until you come. You are free to come at will tonight slave, this is your reward for your loyal and excellent service."

Jeannette moaned slightly. "Oh thank you Master."

Devon kissed the inside of her thigh, his tongue dancing along the skin, barely making contact. "Tomorrow, after Ann is an employee. Have her punish you for being smug and superior. Instruct her how to punish a level one slave."

"Yes Master." Jeannette breathed. She was already squirming, the passion building, not held back by her training, she was free to come at will, and she would will it a lot.

Devon caressed her as he licked and suckled on her sensitive spots, running his tongue along the union of ass and thigh, the sweet spot for whippings and spankings. He sensations there were almost inevitably channeled directly towards her sex, pain, and pleasure.

Devon began to part her outer labia and flick his tongue along her sex. Jeannette moaned again and started to grind her hips. Instinct took over and demanded that she chase the pleasure, she pursue it.

Devon pushed her passion higher, and then higher still, finally dragging his tongue across her clit ring. Jeannette gasped in pleasure. Devon smiled wickedly and inserted first one finger, and then a second inside her pussy.

Jeannette gripped the bedspread and tried to brace herself. She knew what this technique would do, she knew it all too well. She'd done it a number of times, she'd had it done a few. The climax would be hellishly powerful.

Devon was circling his open palm on Jeannette's pelvis, her hips were rolling to chase the hot hand. Devon wiggled his hands in a wave motion and ten he sucked hard on her clit ring. Jeannette screamed in passion as she came.

"Oh Master, yes." Jeannette said as she climaxed. Her pelvis bucked powerfully. She felt her lungs empty and she was trying to breath in. Devon flicked her ring again and Jeannette started to shake in sequence to the stimulation. Stars were dancing in her eyes, her brain was in a hundred pieces across the universe.

Devon let her down gently. Allowing her to sink into a pleasant glow. He continued to lick her inner labia as he withdrew his fingers.

Jeannette raised her head, her eyes were glassy, obviously not seeing too clearly. "Thank you Master."

"We aren't done yet Jeannette. We have much to do yet." Devon said smiling.

"Oh yes Master." Jeannette said smiling. "I'm looking forward to that."

Devon climbed onto the bed and lay down allowing her to get him hard. She worked his cock with her trained and talented mouth.

Devon smiled at her and said. "My little slave. Are you happy here, serving this house, this academy?"

Jeannette licked along the underside of his cock and said. "Oh yes Master."

"Good. Now, climb on me. Cunt slave, fuck me with that cunt." Devon ordered.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she straddled him. She settled his length into herself, and then began to slide up and down his shift.

"So slave, is your training slipping? Do you think I should ask you out for a date or give you a bunch of roses." Devon chided her.

"Oh no Master. I'm your slave. Never ask me, always command me."

"On your belly slave, give me your cunt while I spank your ass." Devon said with a faint smile.

Jeannette hustled to obey and looked over her shoulder and felt Devon get into position. He slammed himself into Jeannette taking her breath from the force.

Devon began to thrust into her deeply. He spanked first her right ass cheek, then her left one, leaving stinging handprints evidence of the force of the blows.

"I'm going to give you love slave, are you ready for it."

Jeannette was twitching in sheer ecstasy; Devon grabbed her hair, and pulled sharply backwards pulling her head back. Jeannette came powerfully as the pain and pleasure mixed to create a powerful orgasm.

Devon started to jerk in anticipation of his climax. He began to pulse rapidly inside her, dumping his semen into her.

Jeannette shuddered in the grips of another orgasm. Devon withdrew himself from her cunt and didn't have to wait more than a moment for her to start cleaning his cock happily.

Devon noticed that her hand was between her legs, holding her pussy tightly. As she finished licking him clean she looked up with a twinkle in her eye. She leaned back and switched hands taking the one from between her legs and licked it clean.

Blinking at this he watched her begin to dig his cum from inside her cunt. She did this routine three times, until her fingers came out slick, but without any sign of his come upon them. Devon understood, she loved him, and couldn't say it, and he couldn't say it if he did feel it. What she was doing was making sure his come, his love, didn't drip down her legs. She was making sure his love wasn't wasted; she wasn't willing to waste a single drop.

Devon wondered where the end of that was, and as he wondered, he knew, there was no end to it. Wherever he gave his love, she would follow with this performance.

"I'm tired slave, I'm too weary to chain you up to something tonight. Lay here with me, and if you wake me, I'll beat you without mercy from dawn to dusk tomorrow."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said softly. Smiling up at her Master.

Devon lay down on the bed and waited a moment for her to get settled, and then casually threw the blanket over himself, and accidentally covered her with it at the same time.

Jeannette lay quietly and listened to Master Devon's breathing steady down and become regular.

The fourth trainer was asleep, and the staffing situation was improving. They really needed a couple more house slaves, but they could get by with three, for now. In time, they would find the rest, or the rest of the slaves would find them.