The Vassal Academy Ch. 17

"OK, Diane's working in the VIP wing right now. I'm reading the training reports from yesterday, and everyone else is training. Geneva's in the kitchen."

"Yes Mistress, I saw her there, I stopped by to get a bite to eat." Jeannette answered.

Ann nodded. "OK, take over in Admin, and help Diane with the clean up."

The phone rang and Jeannette answered it. "Could you repeat that please?"

Ann frowned, she rarely heard Jeannette ask for someone to repeat something. "Standby one moment please." Jeannette pushed the hold button and shook her head. "Security, there's a man at the gate who said he's traveled here from Chicago to be our house slave."

Ann blinked at that. "What?"

"Mistress, it's security, they said there's a man there who's traveled from Chicago to be a house slave." Jeannette repeated.

Ann leaned back. "Send him to the house, park him in the library. Get some ID from him and bring it to me."

"Yes Mistress. Master Devon?"

"Wake him after you give me the ID. I want to check him out, as far as I can."

Jeannette relayed the instructions to send the man to the house, and was waiting for him at the door. She showed him into the Library. "Matt, please have a seat here. May I please see your identification? You understand I'd like to give it to Mistress while we reschedule some things to make time for you."

"Sure thing Jeannette. May I say they didn't do your beauty justice?" Matt said handing over his drivers' license.

"Thank you." Jeannette replied. She walked and gave the ID to Mistress Ann and headed towards the stairs to get Master Devon.

Ann punched the name into her computer, and found very little. She picked up the phone and called an old friend. "Do me a quick favor Marcie, run this name and license number through the system will you?"

Marcie agreed, and Ann read the information into the phone, and confirmed the read back.

"OK Ann, no wants or warrants. License shows valid in Illinois. No hits in NCIC." Marcie told her.

"OK, thanks Marcie. I owe you one." Ann said hanging up.

Devon walked into his office and Ann left his chair and started to brief him. "I ran him through Yahoo, an address came up, nothing else. I called a friend at the Sheriff's department, girl I went to high school with, and ran him through the system. License shows valid in Illinois, and no wants or warrants on him." Ann reported.

Devon raised an eyebrow. "That's impressive considering you've only had what, ten minutes?"

"Yeah, well it's kind of strange having someone show up like this, so I figured it was worth the effort." Ann admitted.

Devon shrugged. "It certainly doesn't hurt." He turned to Jeannette. "Please get me some coffee, and bring him in."

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied.

Devon looked at the license and said. "Matthew Gallagher. From Chicago and showed up on our front doorstep asking to be a slave."

Jeannette brought the coffee in and set it on his desk. She turned and said. "I'll get him now Master."

"Good Jeannette." Devon said sitting at his desk. "Ann you can brief me later, stay here for this."

"Right Devon." Ann said sitting on the couch.

Jeannette led a man in his late twenties to the chair before Devon's desk and gestured for him to sit. "Master, may I present Matthew Gallagher."

Devon nodded his head and said. "Matthew, welcome to the Academy, I'm rather surprised to have someone show up on our doorstep like this."

"It wasn't easy Master, but I did manage to find you."

"May I ask how?" Devon asked smiling in a friendly manner.

"Master, I am a moderator on a message board, that means I spent a lot of time on the board, and was granted additional authority. I found the IP, which stands for Internet Protocol address for Sub Crystal out of Pennsylvania, Wallingford actually. When she posted that she was in at the Academy, the IP address led to this town." Matt explained. "I then searched the shore line, and found this house, and used the county tax records website to find the house owners, the Vassal Academy LLC. I left Chicago last night by train, and just arrived in town less than an hour ago."

Devon frowned. "Amazing, that you went through so much trouble to find us."

"Master, you don't have a website up, so that was the easiest way to find you."

"Now you show up asking to be a house slave?" Ann asked next.

"Yes Mistress, I'm a sub, always have been. I've been working at a warehouse for five years, and spending about half my money on sessions with Mistress Domina." Matt said. "Sometimes I play with others, but nothing too long term. I guess I haven't found the right Master, until now that is."

Devon watched him reply and was struck again by the idea once put forward by Dominique. That Male Slaves were always in short supply, and thus they thought they were valuable, and should be treated properly, instead of tormented. "Matt, for the record, you most probably made this journey for no reason. We have four house slaves now, and I don't see a need for a fifth at this time."

Ann didn't look at Devon, instead trying to figure out what about Matt had made him uncomfortable. The strange event of his just showing up, sure. Perhaps it was his behavior. Ann considered. Matt was conceited, even cocky in his mannerism. Using deferential language towards Devon, but not deferential mannerism. He wasn't acting like a submissive, at least not like the slaves here behaved.

"Master, I spent the last of my money getting here, and it's fine if I'm allowed to stay." Matt began.

Devon held up his hand. "I don't feel responsible for that, I didn't tell you to seek us out."

Matt held his tongue. "Yes Master."

Devon considered for a moment. "Jeannette." He called to the outer office.

"Yes Master." Jeannette replied as she stood in his doorway.

"Please take Matt for a tour of the training wing, and I'll discuss his case with Mistress Ann." Devon instructed.

"Yes Master. Matt, please come with me." Jeannette invited.

"Master, please, just give me a chance, and I won't let you down." Matt said seemingly worried for the first time.

After Jeannette had taken him from Admin describing the types of activities the Academy had, Devon turned to Ann. "What do you think?"

"I don't know. What is it about Male Slaves that make them think they're gold plated?" Ann asked.

"Good question. It's something Dominique and I have noticed too. We'd have to beat that out of him, and it would take time." Devon offered.

"Well, you wanted a Male slave." Ann said.

"Anything else I should know about?" Devon asked.

"Andre is bruised, and moving slowly. Apparently I hurt him worse than I intended." Ann replied.

Devon winced noticeably, and shook his head. "I bet no one else tries that with you though."

Ann shrugged. "Priority this morning was training Suzanne and Crystal, so I have them in class, Crystal in Ballet, Suzanne in Oral Arts after getting an anal plug. Crystal is reported as ready to move to phase two, and I have the training reflecting phase two already."

Devon nodded. "OK, anything else?"

Ann shook her head. "I got you when the strange happened. I had Jeannette park his ass in the Library while we rescheduled to meet with him."

Devon grinned. "Yeah. OK, so it's back to Matt." He considered for a few moments. "I want to run him through the system, see his credit score, things like that."

"You've never done that before." Ann said curiously.

"I've never had a slave show up on my doorstep like this. They've always been invited. Or at least had an appointment." Devon said. "I'm not certain he's what he says."

"Strip him nude and send him to Rebecca. If he's any kind of slave at heart, she'll find it, or prove he's not." Ann said simply.

Devon turned to her. "And if he's a cop? Sent here to infiltrate us to find our secret criminal activity?"

"Then he's going to be bored, and he's going to safe word before the day is out." Ann said.

Devon considered. "While we're doing that, I'll give his name and vitals to Dominique, and let her run him through her contacts."

"Like I said, the license is valid, so he's from Illinois, or he's a Fed, not a state cop." Ann reminded him.

Devon nodded. "I know. Thank you for that by the way."

"No problem. Later you can tell me why I was left in charge in your absence, and I'm going to suggest that Andre's training report on Suzanne be edited to remove the reference to our incident, as it didn't have anything to do with Suzanne's training."

Devon nodded. "I'll look at that later. That, by the way is why. You think fast, and even when you're angry about one thing, you don't allow it to affect anything else."

"I try not to." Ann said sweetly. "I'm not always successful."

"So we give him a weeks trial for liking, and run him through our system?" Devon asked to confirm.

Ann shrugged. "At least we can see what he's packing."

Devon smiled. "Indeed we can." He shifted slightly. "Remind me to talk with you later about the products we're trying to sell. We have a big nibble from a company seeking our training toys."

"Ok." Ann said confused. "I don't really know anything about selling stuff though."

"You have good instincts on many things." Devon replied easily. "That's all I want, your insights."

Ann shrugged and stood. "I think I'll get myself a cup of coffee and check on Diane, she should be about done with the VIP wing. I'll send her upstairs to clean the staff wing. If she gets done with that, I'll see if we can whistle up some training for her."

"Apparently not anything involving Andre." Devon chuckled.

Ann walked from Devon's office and got a refill of her cup of coffee. She found Diane finishing up in the last room. "Everything done?'

"Yes Mistress. I did a complete cleaning on every room. They all looked fine, I just wanted to make sure." Diane said.

"Good job too." Ann said glancing around. "Touch up the staff wing until lunch, and then check with me for what's next. Devon and Jeannette are up, and we have a possible male slave touring right now."

Diane looked at Ann in absolute horror. "Mistress, I checked the schedule, there wasn't any appointments today I swear it."

Ann smiled easily. "It's OK Diane, he didn't have an appointment, he traveled here from Chicago, first any of us heard of him was when he showed up at the gate."

"Oh." Diane said relaxing some. "Didn't anyone ever tell him to make an appointment before showing up at someone's house?"

Ann shrugged. "Apparently not, but you know those Chicago types."

"OK. I'll go upstairs now Mistress, and I'll see to the cleaning up there."

"Thank you Diane, you're doing a great job today."

"Thank you Mistress." Diane said smiling.

Ann returned to Admin.

Matt was sitting in Devon's office when she got there. Devon was explaining how the facility worked, and how the house slave system worked. Ann returned to the couch along the wall, and sat without comment. She watched Matt carefully, and noticed that he didn't seem surprised or at all like any of the others who had wanted to be house slaves. Crystal had jumped through hoops to get the job, Diane and Geneva were terrified of disappointing Master, and Matt seemed too confident, too relaxed.

"Master, as I said, I have some experience with Mistress Dominia. I'm not unfamiliar with the standard forms of submission, and I'm rather advanced at enduring bondage." Matt said somewhat cockily.

"That is impressive for a novice." Devon allowed with an obvious edge of sarcasm. "However, that's not what we're teaching here. You said you had been shown the training floor. There's one bondage training room. You saw Slave Crystal working in Ballet, and Slave Suzanne working in Oral Arts. There's more to slavery than some two hour session with a dominatrix. More than I think you are capable of providing Matt."

Matt suddenly seemed like the air had been let out of him. He rallied his confidence and shifted in the seat trying to sit a bit taller. "Master, I'm looking for the service aspect. I've never done it, and I don't know how. I do want to."

"Also how long you take a whipping is not important. No matter how good you think you are, our slaves are better. Jeannette for example, would outlast you easily, and still be begging for more." Devon said casually interrupting Matt before he could start describing again how awesome he was. "No matter how good you think you are Matt, it's nothing compared to how our slaves are expected to be. If you want to continue to try and impress me with your little play sessions with this Mistress Domina, go ahead. That's kindergarten stuff compared to what goes on here."

Ann chuckled from the couch causing Matt to turn to her. "I was just thinking about how Matt would probably respond to arousal training, or erection control."

"He'd fail them both miserably." Devon said playing off Ann. "How long do you think it would take us to whip that cocky attitude out of him?"

"Assuming he's not a wannabe slave?" Ann asked. "It could take a month or more. He's probably not Bisexual anyway. I bet he'd vomit before he sucked a cock."

Matt saw his chances slipping away. Confident was the wrong way to behave here, that was now obvious. He couldn't impress them. He couldn't make them feel like they were lucky to get him. "Mistress, please, give me a chance."

"A chance?" Ann asked leaning forward. "You've had a chance since you got here. This bad boy strut you do is not attractive in a slave." Ann stood up and walked to Matt. "This I'm the greatest thing since God made man attitude doesn't impress me."

"Mistress, I'm sorry, I thought if I was confident, you would give me the chance." Matt whined pitifully.

"Oh, so you thought we were so inept that we would be impressed by such a display? Or we're so inexperienced that we couldn't see through it?" Devon asked. "I'm not impressed Matt."

"Master, I'm sorry." Matt whined. A tear formed in his eye. "I came here from Chicago, to beg you to let me in. I realized that every slave would be doing that, begging you Master. I thought if I seemed capable, easily trained to your standards, that you'd let me stay."

Ann walked behind him. "Matt, the only person here who might be lucky, would be you. We're the Academy. We're a one of a kind facility in the world. There isn't another like us anywhere. Our slaves and students receive the finest training anywhere in the art of submission. You thought you could impress us with your confidence?" Ann shook her head standing before him. "Silly little wannabe."

Devon shook his head. "I bet he'd safe word on the first day."

"No Master, never." Matt insisted.

"I bet he wouldn't make it through the bathroom in the morning. Josh couldn't do it for three days." Ann said ignoring Matt's protestations. "If we accept him, can we get a betting pool going? When we think he'll quit?"

Devon shrugged. "Certainly Mistress Ann. I'm sure he wouldn't make the week anyway."

"Mistress, give me the chance, and you'll never regret it." Matt begged. "I'll never quit, I'll do anything to stay here."

Ann looked at him for a moment. "Do you suck cock little boy? Our slaves are bi-sexual. They fuck what they're told to, when they're told to."

"Yes Mistress, I've sucked cock before." Matt nodded his head quickly.

"How about women, can you get it up to pleasure a woman?" Devon asked nastily. "Or do you have an issue with girls?"

"No Master." Matt stammered. "I mean, I don't have an issue. I can get it up for girls."

Devon leaned back considering. "I'm going to take a big risk on you Matt. I'm going to give you a weeks trial, for liking. If you disappoint us once. If you object to the training, even once. If you refuse an order just one time, you're out of here. If you make it through the week, you may be offered a house slave contract, which means you'll live like you did this week for as long as we both want you to."

Ann leaned down and looked into Matt's eyes. "Make no mistake Matt, this isn't for your pleasure, it's hard work, and it's painful. The money isn't worth it, and if you aren't a slave at heart, you will quit before the weeks out."

"I'm a slave Mistress, I won't disappoint you Mistress, I swear it."

Ann smiled thinly. "We'll see won't we Matt." She stood and called to the open door. "Jeannette, get this wannabe a slave in training contract while Master Devon and I discuss his possible training schedule."

Jeannette called through the open door. "Yes Mistress. I'm getting it now."

"Ballet after lunch of course." Devon said waving a hand. "Obviously."

"Sure. I can take that class, if Rebecca is tied up." Ann said utterly ignoring Matt.

"We need a second Ballet room." Devon said shaking his head. "Too often we're backed up there."

"I agree, I meant to talk to you about that." Ann said absently.

Jeannette came in with the SIT contract, and handed it to Matt.

"Matt." Devon began. "Please read that carefully, and realize, we mean exactly what it says. You will be property, to use, and abuse, as we see fit."

Matt nodded. "I understand, and thank you Master."

Devon noticed that Matt seemed genuinely grateful. Perhaps he would work out after all.

"Jeannette take this boy upstairs, put him in slave sleeping room four, get him ready for training, and then take him to lunch." Ann said from the couch. "Ballet after lunch, either myself or Mistress Rebecca."

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette replied bowing her head.

"I had planned on sending Suzanne to Ballet." Ann said thoughtfully. "Have her report to the central area, we'll train her there."

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette confirmed.

Matt signed the document and filled in his safe word. He handed them to Jeannette who handed them to Master Devon.

"Welcome to the Academy Matt." Devon said. "Let's see what you're made of."

"Thank you Master, I won't let you down." Matt said wiping a tear from his face.

"Jeannette take him upstairs before he starts blubbering like a little boy." Ann said disgustedly.

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said bowing her head. "Come with me Matt, we don't have much time before lunch to get you started."

After Matt left Ann turned to Devon. "OK, we're started with breaking his attitude. Are you graduating Crystal today?"

"Yeah. I'll do it after lunch in oral arts." Devon said. "Can we combine the Cunt Control and Arousal rooms?"

"I don't see why not." Ann said thoughtfully. "Most of the time one class does lead to another."

"OK, we'll look at doing that. We'll have to put a table into storage, but that's no problem." Devon said thoughtfully. "We're also about ready to bump Geneva and Diane up to level three."

"Yeah, I meant to mention that. They're both done with station eight in oral arts." Ann said.

"They're both up to the three sensor probe in cunt control." Devon said. "Also, they're both up to the medium plug in anal training. So they're about ready."

"Yeah." Ann said. "Devon, about my training in those subjects."

"Andre would have been my first choice, but that's out for now. Any preferences?" Devon asked.

"Are you busy?" Ann asked.

"I think I can squeeze some classes into my schedule." Devon said smiling charmingly.

"I'm looking forward to it." Ann said smiling wickedly. "For some reason, tormenting the slaves always gets me wound up."

"You're a dominant at heart Ann, it's supposed to." Devon answered.

Jeannette showed Matt to his room. "Crystal is on this floor for now, until they graduate her to phase two. Suzanne is in room two. Don't touch any other slave unless told to do so. No masturbating without permission."

"OK. Don't touch another slave, and don't masturbate." Matt said. "I can do that."

"Good. Now strip. Slaves as you saw downstairs, are nude." Jeannette said simply.