The Vassal Academy Ch. 34

Thomas stroked her body, playing with her rings, and watched as she got hotter and hotter, needing sex, needing a release. He kept talking to her. "Oh yes Slave Diane, I was just thinking about the last time you were with me. Three nights ago wasn't it?" She agreed with a nod. He continued. "Yes, it was a nice time wasn't it. I especially liked it when I had your hand bound, your nipples clamped, and oh how wet your beautiful cunt was." Thomas felt her skin as hot, her blood was pounding, heated by her sexual drive, her need.

Diane shivered and started begging. "Please Master, don't torture me like this. Please don't leave me wanting."

Thomas sighed and stroked her nipple rings gently, her nipples were already hard little nubs, her skin flushed, her arousal painfully evident. "Oh Slave, thinking this is about you. No, I want to torture you this way, I want you heated up, wanting. I want you to need my cock so badly that nothing else matters." Thomas said. "I want you to need some relief. I enjoy seeing my slaves tormented and tortured with sexual stimulation."

Then he released her, and it was all she could do not to reach for his cock, it took all of her discipline not to beg more, she was a slave, he was a master. He commanded her, and he got what he wanted. She hated it, but she would obey him.

Then Thomas gave her a surprise she didn't like any more than the class. "This is to make sure you don't get any relief slave." Thomas said buckling the chastity belt onto her. "It's remote controlled, so whenever I, or one of the other trainers get bored, they'll just hit the button, and it will hit your button."

He tapped the button on the remote and the belt vibrated on her clit ring for a few seconds. She groaned and said. "Master, please."

"You don't need to take it off to pee. But you'll need to have it removed in the morning for showering and your normal routine." Thomas said ignoring her pleas for relief, for mercy.

Diane trudged upstairs depressed and defeated. She walked into the dayroom where Crystal and Geneva were watching one of the Idol shows. Crystal saw the belt and said. "Shit, that sucks."

"Yeah, it does." Diane said. Then her button got pushed, and she groaned loudly as the vibrating belt tortured her for a few seconds.

Thomas left a note on Devon's desk, next to another of the remotes, and then headed for his room. He'd asked Devon to tap the button when he got home, and listen for Diane's response. Orgasm Denial was perhaps, the most torturous phase of the training, but it taught the slaves that relief, and rewards, were gifts from the masters, given, or taken, for reasons, or at the whims of the masters.

It also tested their devotion to the slave lifestyle. If all they thought it was about was sex, then they'd fail orgasm denial, lashing out at someone, usually one of the masters, and showing that they were not completely trained yet. The frustration and agony was hell on earth. Thomas remembered his own vividly. Every hour or so, someone would suck and lick his cock until it was throbbing hard, and then leave him wanting relief, and unable to get any. Then they'd lock him into a sack that wouldn't allow him to stimulate himself even if he'd had the opportunity. That sack was so well padded that he could have slammed his cock in a door and it wouldn't be enough to get him to come.

Then an hour or so later, irregular enough that he couldn't anticipate it, all day, and all night, someone would come and get him hard again. And leave him wanting.

Carlos watched speechless as Jeannette knelt before him, and asked. "How may I serve you Master?"

Carlos was fast getting over his shock, and felt himself stiffen as he considered the possibilities with a woman as beautiful as Jeannette. Then he wondered if it was a trap, like the alarm clock. Then he wondered if he was over considering the matter. "Please forgive me Jeannette, but I don't think so."

Jeannette looked confused. "Master?"

"I was in Devon's office when he gave the order, that only he could change, that you were not to attend me. I don't wish to displease him or get you in trouble." Carlos said. "Thank you."

Jeannette looked understanding. "Master, I would not be here if not authorized by Master Devon. Mistress Ann called him, in my presence, and got his authorization to send me to you. You are still not authorized to call the slaves to your room, but you can have them sent to you by one of the other trainers Master."

Carlos was thinking now, like an animal that senses something wrong with the picture before him, he was looking for the trap. "Please wait here."

He stood and walked to the door, turning and going towards the central area, and then up the stairs towards the Trainers area. He stopped and looked at the doors, reading the nameplates on each one until he found Ann's. He knocked and opened the door when bade to enter.

Ann was at her desk in her room, typing an email to Elaine, whom she'd been getting friendlier with since their visit. She turned around to face the door and didn't disguise the shock of seeing Carlos fast enough. "Carlos? I'm sorry, is there something wrong?"

"What is this, another test Ann?"

Ann considered for half a second and then shook her head. "Nope, since missing breakfast, you've been asking good questions, debating fine points, disagreeing to some minor points, but you've been learning how to read the body language, and understand the emotional state of the slave. That means you're thinking with the big head, instead of the little one. I told you that when you did that, I would march a slave to you and tell you to fuck the shit out of her."

Carlos looked at Ann for a couple seconds. "Devon knows of this?"

"Didn't Jeannette say it was all right?" Ann asked.

Carlos nodded. Ann continued. "You saw Jeannette yesterday, she wouldn't violate Devon's order, his higher order of refusal to violate the hard limits. She didn't debate, she just refused. It's all right, enjoy yourself."

Carlos was obviously hesitant. Ann waited a few more seconds and then raised her wrist and said. "Jeannette?"

"Yes Mistress." Came from the tiny speaker.

"Return to the staff wing, thank you for your service." Ann said.

"Yes Mistress."

Carlos looked as if he'd been proven right until Ann stood up with a flare of anger in her eye. "Don't look so smug. It wasn't a test, I am not about to stand here in my room and beg you to fuck one of the slaves. If you think I would set you up like this, then you still aren't thinking, and so I called her back. Now if you'll excuse me, this is my time, and I get so little of it."

Carlos turned and exited the room, not sure what had just happened. Ann closed the door behind him, and as he turned the corner for the stairwell he saw Jeannette gliding towards him, she smiled and bowed her head in wordless greeting.

Carlos spent another two hours trying to see what the test was. Then he knew it wasn't a test, and if it had been he would have failed.

Devon arrived home after midnight, and read the note from Thomas and with a hint of a grin on his face, opened his room door to the hallway, and then touched the button on the remote left with the note. He heard a faint groan from down the hallway, but no swearing, not yet anyway.

He closed his door and spent ten minutes writing instructions for Ann in the morning. He took the note and stuck it to her door with a piece of tape. He didn't know that some of the instructions were not going to be followed, there was no reason to quiz Jeannette for example, as Carlos hadn't spent the night with her.

Devon fell asleep and a few hours later Jeannette tapped on Mistress Ann's door, and was bade to enter. Ann was dressed and sipping coffee from her small personal pot. "Good morning Jeannette."

"Good morning Mistress." Jeannette said. "I found this on your door."

Ann took it and read it quickly. She chuckled ruefully before she asked. "So how was your night with Carlos?"

"Mistress?" Jeannette asked confused. Ann just handed her the note. "About what I would have instructed, for the slaves anyway. Crystal to the kitchen, and Diane in more training. She's getting spun up for finals."

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said as she finished the note.

Ann took it back and said. "I'll send Carlos to massage with Diane, it will do them both good. Carlos will recognize Diane's state and know he's not getting any, and Diane will know she's not getting any relief despite touching a guy."

Jeannette accepted the instructions and didn't show any humor at the torment of two people. "Andre will teach that, and Geneva to Ballet, with Rebecca and I, while I learn how to teach phase three."

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette confirmed.

"If anything comes up, let me know. Here's a key to let Diane out of the belt, and then lock her back in before breakfast." Ann finished.

Jeannette took the key and went to wake the others, leaving the note with Ann. Ann stood and finished her routine, doing her hair and her makeup. She was a Mistress, not a slave, and had to go through the routine every damned day.

At breakfast she sat and started briefing as Carlos arrived on time. "OK, we've got training this morning. Carlos, you're going to massage with Andre." She turned to Andre. "Have Diane give him a Massage, and talk him through what to look for, and why it's important."

"I had hoped to talk to you about last night." Carlos admitted.

"Later, I'm in with Geneva and Rebecca, while Geneva masters phase three Ballet, and I learn how to teach it." Ann cut him off.

Rebecca noticed Ann's abrupt manner and asked Carlos. "Something we can help you with?"

2107012Carlos surprised Ann by admitting his actions honestly\. "I apparently impressed Mistress Ann enough yesterday that she provided Jeannette to me for a nights attention?" He made it a question, the use of the word, not the content. "I suspecting a trap, refused stupidly."

Rebecca glanced at Ann and got no sign of anything other than annoyance. Ann picked up the thread however. "Carlos, we won't trap you that way. Get your massage this morning, and we'll talk later."

Carlos agreed. Rebecca hung back and Ann did too. It was time for a big sister again. "Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you?"

Ann shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Ann, forgive me, but bullshit."

Ann scowled and then said. "What the fuck is Devon up to?"

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked.

Ann stopped and glanced around. She leaned a little closer and said. "I practically offered, hell I did ask him to take me anally, and he refused."

Rebecca blinked. "Oh."

Ann mimicked her friend. "Yeah Oh, then Carlos refuses Jeannette last night, it's just got me annoyed is all."

"Reign it in Ann." Rebecca said taking her arm and pointing her towards Ballet. "We'll talk after class, but trust me when I say, that there is an explanation, and you'll understand soon enough."

Ann grit her teeth and walked to class. She was aware of herself enough to know that she was in no condition to teach, and instead watched attentively as Rebecca worked Geneva through the phase three positions, polishing her movements, adjusting her posture, and making her more graceful.

Andre was coaching Diane as she massaged Carlos. Carlos was laying on the table with his backside covered by the traditional towel. He found the feeling to be exceptionally relaxing, and the presence of Diane, who was nude except the chastity belt, to be arousing at the same time. Diane was having trouble, she was jerking from time to time as Andre, and Thomas were touching the buttons of their remotes. There was an erotic mix of fragrances in the area. The scented oil, Master Andre had chosen Jasmine scented oil for the massage, and her own arousal seemed to permeate the room.

Carlos had attempted to ignore the scent, and the girls obvious arousal, having the signs explained to him in great detail during his discussions yesterday. When it was time to roll over, he hesitated. His cock was fully erect. The smells, the knowledge that she was extremely turned on, and the environment here at the academy was enough to get him hard.

Carlos after hesitating a moment, rolled over, his embarrassment acute as he tried to ignore their looks. He turned his head towards Andre, expecting to see him smirking or something. Instead, Andre was studying Diane. Diane on the other hands had her eyes locked on his erection. She was holding the towel, to cover him and was frozen in place. She was almost trembling in need, in hunger. She looked at Master Andre, the plea obvious in her eyes, and on her face.

"OK, he's rolled over, just cover him and continue with the front half Diane, just like always." Andre said as though absolutely oblivious to the tension.

Carlos couldn't help staring at Diane, her nipples were obviously perked up, her lips were wet, and flushed. Her eyes were glistening with arousal. She trembled as she stroked his abdomen, wanting to let her hand wonder lower, to something harder.

After she had finished the massage, she stood almost vibrating in need, her hunger obvious on her face. Andre spoke. "Thank you Diane, that wasn't bad today, but when finals come, make sure to focus on your technique a little more." He smiled and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the heel of his big hand stopping just above her breast and he smiled comfortingly. "Now go ahead and start your chores, I'll clean up in here, I know you all are really busy today."

Diane looked again at the terry cloth material covering Carlos's crotch and outlining his erection plainly and said. "Are you sure you don't want me to do anything else Master?"

Andre raised his eyebrows in surprised question. "Punishment position two slave."

Diane closed her eyes and almost groaned. She was on her hands and knees in a moment, and Master Andre was swishing a reed cane through the air. "Slave, you may not suggest, or try to manipulate the Master into fucking you. We'll fuck you when we are good and ready."

Diane felt the sting of the crop, coupled by Andre's touching of the remote, with every stroke. After thirty lashes, she was even hornier than she had been before. She stood almost crying in need. This was every bit as bad as the table was, and there was no relief coming anytime soon. She thanked Andre, and then turned to do her chores, absolutely miserable.

Ann was sitting with Rebecca in her room. They sipped coffee from Ann's coffee pot, and Rebecca started the ball rolling. "Ann, you're feeling rejected aren't you."

"Jesus Rebecca, how am I supposed to feel? I mean, I told him that I wasn't allowed to hate something until I'd tried it, I practically begged him to fuck my ass." Ann exploded.

Rebecca nodded sympathetically. "So you're looking forward to anal? That's great."

"Of course I'm not looking forward to it. But I'm up to the right sized plug, and that is annoying as hell, so it's time." Ann said hotly.

"That's why Ann." Rebecca said. "Right now, you're viewing it as a chore, a hurdle to get past, and that's all it would be for you. I think you're afraid it will feel good to you, because you don't want it to, and you'd never learn to like it."

"Oh spare the psychology crap Rebecca. You can convince them they like it, you can't convince me that it's anything but degrading." Ann protested.

Rebecca nodded her understanding again. She wasn't rising to Ann's level of passion, instead taking the smooth soft path of no resistance. "Sure, that's how you view it, so that's the truth to you. It's not how I view it, and it's not how many people, including Devon view it. We want you to share our love for it, or not share it at all."

Ann glared at Rebecca and said. 'I know, this is where you tell me how much you like having a cock shoved up your ass."

"I do actually, but that's not the point." Rebecca explained.

"Look 'Becca, that's fine for you, if you really like it." Ann said.

"Does Jeannette like it?" Rebecca asked. She watched Ann nod reluctantly. "Diane liked it, Geneva liked it, and Crystal is about to beg for her hurdle, so they all want it, and you're here assuming that they are the ones who are wrong, and only fooling themselves right?"

Ann glared at Rebecca and said. "I'm not them."

Rebecca sipped coffee holding her hand up, to stop Ann before she got going. "Tell me about your test, with Jeannette, you remember, the bet?"

"What?" Ann asked confused by the sudden shift in topics.

"If you tell me that Jeannette didn't lick your ass, not just the fleshy parts, the hole, while she was licking you, I'll call you a liar right now." Rebecca said softly, in a friendly and sisterly tone.

"Ok, she did. So what?"

"If you hated it so much, as you pretend you are now, then you would have won the bet when she did that." Rebecca said as she poured a little more coffee in her own cup before holding the pot out towards Ann. "Freshen your cup?"

"Rebecca, you're insane. I didn't like that part." Ann protested. She was suddenly forced to remember how she had sucked air in hard as the tongue flashed across her ass. The surprise, the sensation, she wasn't ready for it. Then Ann remembered her time with Andre and Suzanne. The single finger in her ass had been enough to take a small squeaker of a climax and more than double it to something far more powerful.

"Would you like to bet that I can't make you come, just by playing with your ass? That I can't make you hotter than hell licking that rosebud?" Rebecca asked playfully. Her eyes had a wicked glint as she smiled innocently.

"No." Ann said immediately, and realized as she spoke that the response was too fast, too defensive sounding.

Rebecca leaned forward and took Ann's hand in hers. "There's nothing wrong with liking it, you have more nerve endings back there, than you do in your clit. Now, there's a reason why, and it's not so you can know when you are done."

Ann scowled at Rebecca and said. "Fuck you."

"Ok, I'm free tonight." Rebecca said just as playfully as she had everything else.

Ann smiled, and then snickered. "Damn you."

Rebecca patted her hand and said. "Ann, you've learned so much here, and have learned how to get pleasure from our techniques. You've learned why the techniques work, and why they're pleasurable."

"OK, so why am I supposed to look forward to being buggered?" Ann asked with a softer tone, if still slightly mocking.

"How do the plugs feel? Do they feel absolutely foreign? Like you can't wait to get them out?" Rebecca asked knowingly.

"At first, yes." Ann said. "Then you get used to them. I know, I know. Seriously, why am I wanting this?"

"You don't have to." Rebecca said. "Unless you want to, do you want to?"

"No." Ann said quickly, too quickly again.

"That's why Devon refused, because you're not ready Ann. It's more than size, it's attitude. You're going into it reluctantly, and in that frame of mind, you'll never find the pleasure."

Ann had about enough of discussions concerning her ass. "So what's with this Ambrosia thing?"

"I asked him. He said it was a very old recipe, and if it does what he says, will give you one glorious day." Rebecca said. She knew more, obviously, but wasn't telling.

"He said when I was queen for a day, I'd be finished, graduated, a full trainer. What the hell has he got up his sleeve?"

"About a thousand Aces. Near as I can tell." Rebecca admitted.

"When?" Ann asked. There was a hint of fear in her voice.

"I don't know, a day, or two."

"Great, with Carlos here."

"He told me that he was going to ask Carlos to leave for the day, and see the sights of New York."

"He did?" Ann asked surprised. "Why?"