Chapter 1: The Proposal

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Slavery, Gay, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Slow, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Proposal - Master Devon convinces the Vassal Group to set up a voluntary training facility for the Domination and Submission culture.

Devon sat in the Dining Room and again reviewed the proposal he had before him. It was the result of a years worth or research and consideration. Dominique and two of the shrinks were about to arrive and receive the briefing on the proposal, something he had kept secret from everyone until recently.

Dominique entered the room and sat across the table from Devon and the two Doctors sat with her. Devon was alone on his side, and that was fine. He was proposing a huge change in the way that the group did business. One small voice in the wilderness as it were. "OK Devon, we're here, as promised. Now would you like to tell us what you've been looking at and are now ready to brief us on?"

Devon smiled and slid three folders across the table. "Certainly Dominique, and thank you all for coming. In short, I believe it is possible, and potentially profitable to set up a more overt and strictly above board training facility."

"Above board, you mean legally speaking?" Doctor Jenkins asked.

"Yes. Strictly legal." Devon said.

"Are you out of your mind Devon?" Dominique asked predictably.

"They'll know in a few minutes." Devon said waving at the shrinks, and then he began. First on the agenda, how he researched the information. Then how he determined the numbers of people who dabbled in the lifestyle, then the benefits of the program he outlined.

Dominique looked at his charts with interest obvious on her face. She knew what Devon did not. The worldwide anti-terrorism changes were making it progressively harder to remain underground. The group which had been in business for more than three hundred years was now seeing an environment where capturing the people was easy, training them easier than it had ever been, but moving the money was hard. The average auction resulted in something like ten million dollars of earnings for the group. Some of the clients were from the Middle East, and their banking transactions were inevitably watched by half a dozen intelligence agencies around the world. The Money was the Achilles heel of the Vassal group, and would continue to be a problem. Potentially becoming such a problem that it would begin to restrict the group's activities.

Devon's proposal was interesting. First, it would be legitimate, and pay taxes. In his proposal, he pointed out the relative benefits of locating this facility in various countries, and in various locations in the United States. His argument of somewhere around New York for the flagship made sense mainly because of the proximity to the moneyed clients they were seeking.

"Devon, to make sure I'm up to speed with you. You're telling me that there are roughly thirty million people who dabble in this master slave thing?" Dominique asked to clarify that point. "In the US alone?" There was a shadow of doubt on Dominique's face as she stared at him intently through dark eyes.

Dominique looked as though she descended from Spanish Aristocracy. Her dark hair framed a face with high cheekbones, and an elegant nose. Her eyes were flashing black, looking playful at time, dangerous at other times. The General feeling one got from Dominique was passion. Her reputation showed she was passionate as a lover, and as an enemy. She would pour her heart into whatever she did, holding nothing back.

"That is the results of the survey I reference. All references are listed in the back. I wanted to show that while revolutionary, my idea isn't based upon fantasy or personal opinion except where noted." Devon answered.

Devon looked more Mediterranean in appearance. At close to six feet tall, he was broad shouldered, obviously strong, and just as obviously intelligent. You would estimate his age at about forty, although he had no wrinkles or gray hairs yet, he had an air of competent maturity about him. His every motion seemed entirely too practiced, yet somehow perfect for him.

"Devon, I'm not sure I understand, the facility you propose could be created, small at first, create the reputation of excellence in submissive training, and then train additional people given to the facility by clients for high fees?" Doctor Jenkins asked.

"Yes, that is exactly the nature of the proposal."

Doctor Adams waved a hand. "No market for it Devon."

"Doctor, in the major cities of this nation, there are fifty two clubs, night clubs mainly, which have a large and profitable membership catering to this BDSM lifestyle." Devon answered clearly. "Fifty two would indicate there is certainly a market in slavery, at least the fantasy of slavery."

"That may well be, however the idea of being sent to such a facility to be trained? That's beyond not only the financial abilities of most people, but the mental abilities of most people." Adams argued.

"True, but there are those, with both money, and the desire, who will partake in it. I don't propose to make all thirty million in this nation clients, I only propose to address the needs of the top ten percent of moneymakers of that group. Some three million people." Devon explained. "People for whom fifty thousand dollars is nothing. There are people in the world who spend that much on landscaping every year."

"What is your definition of the perfect mate, you explain that the desire of some of these people to have the perfect mate will bring them to you." Doctor Jacobs said.

"There is a song, and the artist says quote we want a lady on the street, and a freak in the bed, end quotation. I believe it's possible to teach part of the first, grace and poise, ballet to us, and the second part would be easy for the motivated candidate."

"So we teach them to revel in the submission, grace, humility, and what was it you said?" Dominique flipped through the proposal. "Oh yes, here it is. The absolute loving worship of their dominant."

Devon simply nodded. "Yes, train them to become what Jeanette is."

"I knew you were fascinated by her Devon, but this?" Dominique asked.

Devon smiled disarmingly. His charm was legendary, as was his ability to manipulate people. "Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught."

Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course."

"Honestly Devon, I like the idea of filing for patents on variations of our training tools. The idea of making some money on that research is probably going to be accepted, if nothing else is." Dominique said. Turning to the shrinks. "Ok, the next question, has he gone around the bend? Is he nuts?"

Doctor Jacobs spoke first. "No, he's sane. His plan is logical, well researched, and arguably takes a shot at filling a perceived need. He even admits that there is probably a thousand things that haven't been considered in the plan, and flexibility will need to be accepted and understood."

"I agree he's sane. His conclusions are logical, plan has reasonable arguments." Doctor Adams frowned. "I don't know about the business aspect, however he believes that the proposal is reasonable."

Dominique looked at Devon for a moment. "You want to take Jeannette with you don't you?"

Devon hesitated; this was the delicate matter that much hinged upon. "Dominique, you know she's managed to recover much of her memory, as the trainers inevitably do." He watched as Dominique nodded. "She would have been an ideal candidate for this program, which I admit to be inspired by her. It was her determination to become submissive, her determination to return to Master, damn the consequences that showed me how deeply these submissive tendencies run in some people. As for taking her with me, that would happen only if this proposal is adopted, and if the group felt I was a suitable candidate to lead this endeavor, and of course with their permission. I will say she'd be an invaluable training tool."

"Devon, humor me, justify that." Dominique said.

"Imagine showing a prospective client the wonderful Slave Jeannette. A woman who can discuss current events, once we tell her to watch the news of course, logically and intelligently. A woman, who can discuss art, again once trained, music, and oh by the way, can suck you cock like a lollypop. A slave, who craves your every attention, be it sexual, or a whipping. Wouldn't that client be more inclined to participate if he had such an example before him?"

Dominique looked right into Devon's eyes as she asked the next question. "How long have you loved her Devon?"

"I don't know that I do. She's a fascinating subject of study, certainly. She's a valuable training tool; you've read the reports of her activity. She works with slaves who've reached a stumbling block, freeing up trainers to work with the rest. She personally tackled a slave who was trying to make a break for it, surprising slave in question. She has demonstrated nothing but absolute loyalty and dedication to Master." Devon said staring right back into Dominique's eyes.

"Your feelings for Jeannette aside, this is an interesting proposal. It would require a major shift in how things are done, but you have already outlined the processes we could use in this theoretical environment. I do have one other question. You state that you would need four trainers. Why four trainers and only Slave Jeannette? Why not the house slaves as you call them, from our own inventory?" Dominique asked.

"The trainers would be the cornerstones of the project. The slaves would be the result. I anticipate needing four house slaves, plus Jeannette, or someone like her. Our slaves would need to have a great deal of training on how to behave in public, Jeannette was out there as little as a year ago. Some minor training, and she'd be comfortable in a public setting. Our slaves would have to be chained up and I can't do that. Law enforcement would be aware of our activity sooner or later. If they arrive and find a woman chained to the basement wall, how long before they managed to get her to talk about how she got there?" Devon shook his head. "No, it's better to find willing participants, and teach them to behave and perform our way."

Dominique nodded. "The trainers, four plus a lead, presumably you, that's a lot from our stocks Devon. You know how thinly we're spread on trainers."

"I should. I have a page in there about apprenticeship training for trainers. If the shortage of trainers were a deciding factor, I could make a go of it with three plus me. It would be tighter, and possibly even push the profitability period out a bit, not much of course, but slightly outside the nominal window of three years." Devon replied.

Dominique made a note on the proposal. "I have number two of six, the shrinks have two. I presume you would like to keep one?"

"I would, if I am allowed to brief a trainer, preferably two, from this facility. It would help to have the material right before them to show them what we're trying to do." Devon answered.

"You can keep one Devon, we're taking the rest. I'll inform Control that it doesn't leave, presuming that you are allowed to set this up." Dominique shrugged. "I'm going to pass this up the chain, and I'm going to recommend approval Devon."

"Thank you Dominique." Devon said bowing his head slightly. He then walked to Control with Dominique and ran down the training board showing her the status of current product. Dominique decided to personally test one of the senior slaves, a male who was endowed with a cock that looked like a tree trunk. She descended the stairs and found him cleaning. She directed that he follow her and she led him to one of the live test rooms.

Devon watched it on the screens for a little while; Dominique was like most of those involved, a former slave trainee. She had been identified as a potential trainer, and worked up to lead, finally to committee. Dominique was ruthless, and absolutely loyal to the group. She was a dedicated servant of the group, as all the lead trainers were, and every member of the committee. Devon privately thought that Dominique was a step away from the very top, and her words carried a great deal of weight.

Devon glanced at the rest of the screens while Slave R was licking Dominique's cunt and arousing her to a state of shuddering pleasure. Jeannette was working with a new slave in the oral arts room. Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques.

Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master.

Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Carl arrived and asked the question with one raised eyebrow, and Devon nodded the reply. Yes, they are interested.

Carl nodded slightly and moved to update the training board to reflect his days worth of work.

Dominique and the shrinks left after they had reviewed enough information. Dominique briefed Tony and presented him with three copies of the proposal. Tony considered, and after making sure he had all the facts he determined that this was too extensive to put into a message, or a phone call. It would require a personal presentation. He departed to brief the bosses. He was gone for three days without any word on the deliberations.

Dominique was reviewing training files when she was summoned to see Tony upon his arrival. Robert from security was waiting in the office when she arrived.

"OK Dominique, long story short, they've approved the plan. They've agreed to the $50 million in initial financing, which will be set up through some off shore accounts, and they want Devon to run the house." Tony said.

Dominique blinked and nodded. "OK, so why am I being briefed?" It was obvious that this program was going to be outside of Vassal's normal operations, and had to keep clear of this group.

"Because you're going to be the point of contact. You're out of here, and going to run the legit operation with Devon." Tony said staring at her. "He's authorized three additional trainers, and that damn slave he's so fond of."

Dominique blinked again. "Me, I'm running it? Tony I've never met the committee. They want me?"

Tony nodded. "Yes, they picked you almost immediately after they voted to go for it. You will be meeting them next week. They already know more about you, me, and the rest of us than we probably think they do." Tony shifted slightly. "They want you to run the operations in New York, like here, you'll be settled into a law firm which gives you a certain amount of protection. Any conversations you have, protected under attorney client privilege. They'll explain what they want you to do, but long story short, they want you to set up the corporation, get the patents started, they loved that by the way, and they want you to get Devon moving on this. They want that profit, and they want it steady as possible given economic and other factors."

Dominique sat down. "OK, I guess I'm the front man, or woman, for the endeavor. I'll also be the point of contact for the line of sex toys."

"Short of you, there isn't anyone who has the experience you do with both Devon, and Jeannette." Tony shifted. "Robert, the group told me that after Jeannette came back, they took the liberty of changing her information in the computer. They said they took care of it through other means six months ago. However I want you to confirm that it's done. See what you can pick up from the various law enforcement systems." He held a hand up to stifle the objections of Robert about the omnipotence of the Group. "I'm not saying they made a mistake, far from it. I'm saying that people make mistakes, and Jeannette is about the weakest link in the chain. If she pops up on a computer somewhere while Dudley Doright is running her through the system and it shows a FBI or Marshall's grab her right now order, we're fucked."

Robert nodded. "I'll see if I can get a copy of what's in the system on her. The only computer I don't have access to is the standalone that the Marshall service used for Witness Protection. I have it on good authority that the group has access, but I don't."

"That one, you obviously can't check. Like I said, sniff around a seen if you can confirm this." Tony said. "Dominique, you can tell Devon that he's allowed two from his farm, not Carl, he's taking over there. The third trainer he's getting is one the committee decided on almost immediately. Andre from farm six. They said he's big, blond, has a charming smile, and they believe he'd be good at this public relations thing that Devon mentions."

"Devon asked for four plus himself." Dominique reminded Tony.

"He gets three, plus that damn slave he's so fond of." Tony said. "Finally, everyone must be briefed in, and must choose this voluntarily. Once they leave our happy home, they aren't allowed to come back ever. That includes you Dominique. If you don't want to run this, you're free to say no."

Dominique considered. Sure she was. She'd recommended approval, and if she said no the Committee would wonder why, and then wonder if she had said no because she felt herself not up to the task, or if she had said no because she'd reconsidered and not told them about it. "I'm in. I'll do what I'm asked to." Dominique finally answered.

Tony nodded. "Robert, these ID's have got to be good. They need to be in the system at every level. Credit reports, the whole nine yards. Now back to Jeannette. She's got a fascination with her name, and won't give it up. The group said they wanted you to use her name, as her middle name. It would be as if she used her middle name to show she was playing at being a slave, until she decided to be one full time or whatever."

Robert nodded. "I think I can keep all their names, and give them a single set of back up documents, incase they have to run. Is that about what's needed?"

"Yeah, give them their new names, and histories, and one set of escape documents and wish them well." Tony nodded. "We don't renew the escape documents, which means that in three or four years, they'll be useless."

"Ok, I guess I'm off to brief Devon." Dominique said. "Robert you're coming with me?"

"Yeah, I need to know who he's taking and get started on identities for them. You want a new one Dominique? This one is very good."

"This one should hold, I've also already got escape sets." Dominique said. "They were updated a couple months ago, so I should be covered."

Robert nodded. Then he joined her in arranging travel and told her where to go and what hotel to check into upon her arrival in Europe next week. They traveled to farm number one and told Devon what the implementation was going to be.

"Ok, I get two from here and this Andre?" Devon asked to confirm.

"Yes, and Jeannette, but Devon, they need to understand this is a choice." Robert confirmed.

Devon stood and went to control and issued the instructions to call Rebecca and Thomas. He returned and said. "I just sent for Rebecca and Thomas."

Dominique blinked. "I would have assumed Brian and Rebecca, why Thomas, and why not Brian?"

"Brian's not a trainer, he's a medical student who flunked out. I'll need a medical person, but one who can be licensed as a nurse, or a paramedic. Brian can't train, Thomas can and is good at it. Carla is almost as good as Rebecca at Ballet, so this farm's grace and poise shouldn't suffer. Rebecca is the best at ballet I've seen, and that's the poise and grace that our clients will want." Devon explained.

"So where are you going to find a suitable medical person?"

Devon shook his head. "I don't know, a contract with a local doctor wherever we set up probably. I'd like one on site, but that may be a pipe dream."

Dominique said. "I don't know Devon, all you have to do is find a Paramedic, or a Nurse who likes to be tied up and spanked, and you're home free."

Devon smiled. "You know, that's a good idea. I think I'll do that."

Dominique laughed and said. "Jeannette. The group says they changed her information in the law enforcement computers. Robert's checking on that, and we'll have confirmation on it before you depart. Assume a week on the identities, and we'll be ready then. I'm leaving to meet with our..." Dominique shrugged and said. "I presume we call them stockholders now. I'll be meeting with them in three days."

Devon nodded. Rebecca and Thomas came in and sat down. Devon handed them the project information and they scanned through it as he spoke. When he was done, he invited them to join him.

If you were estimating, Rebecca would appear to be about thirty. Rebecca's hair was light brown, with only a hint of rust coloring to it. Her fair skin and medium sized breasts made her look softer than she really was. Unless she was in mode as a strict trainer. Then her hair looked like a halo of energy surrounding her head. She crackled with pure energy when she was punishing a trainee for not trying hard enough. Her mannerism was dismissive at times, or condescending at others. She listened to the proposal, and glanced through the briefing documents once and then went silent.

Rebecca turned and looked out of the window towards the afternoon sun and looked at it for a few minutes. "I haven't been away from a farm for more than a few days in almost ten years Devon. Not since I looked up and saw you unlocking the ball gag in my mouth." Turning back to Devon. "I'm in Devon."

Thomas was looking at the table and said. "If we leave, we're out for good right? Any trouble, and we're on our own."

"One set of escape documents, that will expire in about four years." Robert said. "After that, you're truly on your own. The escape set won't get you to us, so don't look for us."

Thomas sat and then nodded. "I'm in too Devon." Thomas looked soft. His face had a baby quality to it that made him look much younger than his years. He usually had a quick smile and his eyes sparkled with a hidden humor.

At dinner Devon introduced Carl as the new Master's Master and then sat politely as Carl told everyone that work would continue and the pace would not slacken. After dinner Devon went for Jeannette personally and brought her upstairs. It was time to see what Jeannette would choose to do.

"Slave Jeannette, we're leaving and setting up a new training facility. One based upon this plan." Devon held up the proposal. "One where people come voluntarily. You would be free from the farms, but a slave for us. It's going to be a variation of what we do here. Would you like to come with us?"

"Master." Jeannette said. "Have I been bad?"

"No Jeannette, you haven't been bad." Devon said smiling. "You've been very good, we're very happy with you."

"Master, you're going, as are Mistress Rebecca and Master Thomas?"

"Yes, we're going. We'll meet another Master before long, Master Andre." Devon said.

"Am I allowed to stay here?" Jeannette asked in a tight thin voice.

"Yes, you may stay here. If you leave, you'll never again be allowed back to the farms. If something goes wrong, you're stuck out there." Devon said laying out the ground rules.

Jeannette sagged slightly. She was obviously thinking. She looked up at Master Devon, but got no guidance on what she should say, nor any from Mistress Rebecca or Master Thomas. She thought about what she liked, and loved. She loved Devon. He had saved her life, she knew that. She had seen him do that. Master Devon had saved her life, and allowed her to serve. If Master Devon left, she'd miss him terribly, and sooner or later someone would decide she'd served enough.

If Master Devon left, and never came back, Jeannette wouldn't be able to serve him, to thank him for saving her life. For allowing her to serve. It would be safer here, no decisions, no outside, no clothes, no independence. It would be bad here, No Master Devon.

She looked up. "Master has given me a choice, and I choose to follow you master."

Devon nodded. "I understand. Thank you Jeannette. Please go back downstairs and speak of this to no one."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." Jeannette said and gracefully stood and glided to the door and through it.

Dominique waited until Jeannette was out of the room before asking. "What do you understand?"

"She knows I spared her life when others wanted her dead. I've never told her so, never said anything about it. She knows anyway. She also knows she's happier with me, than with anyone else. She loves me to a certain extent, and loves this life, the life of a slave. She's choosing to follow me, and the uncertain future out there, instead of the safer path of staying here." Devon explained.

Everyone was silent for a moment, digesting these words; Dominique was again struck by the fact that Devon understood his slaves, what motivated them, and what they were thinking.

Rebecca broke the silence. "I'm not in love with you Devon, I only hope to make a lot of money in this new job."

"Here I thought you'd enjoy tormenting the little wannabe slaves, flogging them across the floor in Ballet." Devon answered.

"Honestly, I've wondered for a very long time why some of our slaves do better than others. We have to beat some of them through the training. Others fly through it. I think you're onto something with this inherently submissive thing. If you're right Devon, then there are lots of people out there who want, or need, to be commanded, controlled. We could very well find ourselves with a waiting list of people who want to be Slave Jeannette." Rebecca answered seriously.

"Robert, Jeannette's identity has to be good, ironclad. When we're inspected, and we will be, it has to be absolutely clean. I'm planning on taking Jeannette out on tour." Devon said changing the subject.

"On tour?" Dominique asked.

Devon didn't answer her directly, instead turning to Thomas. "Thomas, has anyone ever giving you a better blow job than Jeannette?"

"Honestly, no. Even our graduates trained by her aren't quite as good." Thomas said.

Robert was smiling slightly. "Are you suggesting I see for myself?"

Devon bowed his head slightly as if inviting him to do just that. Then he continued. "Imagine you're at one of these sex clubs I've found on the net, and further imagine that you're proud of your little slaves actions. Just perfect you say. Then I offer you a hummer from Jeannette. When she blows your mind, what would you think?"

Dominique nodded slightly. "That there is someone better, and some of these competitive assholes would kill to have the best cock sucker. How is she with the rest of the tricks?"

Thomas shifted slightly and said. "She can milk any cock with her muscle controls, she can open her ass on command, as they all can, but she gives off an air of excitement about being used. I think your right Devon, she loves to give the attentions she does."

"And when I throw a beating on her, just to get her attention, and have her begging for it, what would prospective clients think then?" Devon asked lightly.

Rebecca laughed and said. "They would have their little play slaves lined up around the block to get in and be trained. Oh God Devon, I'm going to be rich following you."

Dominique shook her head. "What would you have done if I hadn't gotten Jeanette for you?"

"I would have found and trained another little one to be my demonstrator. Jeanette is unique to us, because she loves this; she's not unique to them. You saw my research, there are literally tens of thousands of people who want to be what Jeannette is." Devon said simply.

Dominique nodded. "Have Jeanette waiting for me, I want to see if she services women as well as she seems to do the men."

Rebecca raised a hand. "I've had her, she's dedicated and loves to tease. With her experience, especially over the last year, she can take you to a screaming orgasm, or a gentle push into bliss. Strictly based upon her desire to please."

Robert and Dominique decided to try her out. After all, knowing what the customer will like is important right?

Devon smiled and waved them towards the door. Knowing that Jeannette would love the attention, and they would enjoy their time with her.

Dominique summoned Jeannette and had her follow them to a live testing room. Jeannette found Master Robert inside, and although she had known both of them, spoken to them, and answered questions, hadn't ever pleasured either of them.

"Slave, we've heard you are a dedicated and patient slave when it comes to pleasing Master." Master Robert had her kneel, and she began to suck his cock with flourish and with passion. She really put her heart into this task, because the Master's loved when she did that. Pleasing the Master was important. Robert blinked a few times as she sunk her mouth to the limit of his shaft, and then slid her tongue out to caress his balls. Robert moaned slightly and involuntarily grabbed her head to steady himself, and her.

Dominique was also trained in this task, and noticed the subtle things that Jeannette did to bring pleasure to the man. She admitted in a minute or two that Jeannette was a serious pro at this task, and suspected that she would put as much passion into every task. Devon was right, this little girl was a slave at heart, and needed this kind of attention.

Robert struggled to maintain his composure looked to Dominique and said. "She's quite talented."

"I can see that, she does love her work." Dominique answered casually.

Jeannette practically glowed from the praise and swirled her tongue on Robert's cock, teasing him to higher levels of arousal, higher levels of passion.

Dominique made a hand gesture that Robert understood to mean move along. He spoke to Jeannette. "OK slave, let's try that cunt out."

Jeannette practically jumped onto the bed; she positioned herself on her hands and knees assuming that Master Robert would prefer to pound her doggy style instead of missionary. Robert slid into her damp cunt and began to slide gently in and out, getting a feel for her, and trying to maintain his composure. He could feel her trembling in anticipation. Anticipation of what exactly, pleasing him?

"Slave, milk him, give him a treat." Dominique said. She watched Robert's face change and Dominique saw a pleased little impish smile on Jeannette's face. She was enjoying this; she was getting as much pleasure as Robert was. Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever.

"Robert, try that ass out, see how she does with that." Dominique said. Jeannette's smile actually widened as she bowed her back. Robert pulled out of her cunt, and then slammed himself into her ass with none of the tenderness he had shown going into her cunt. Jeannette had the air forced out of her as he slammed himself deeply into her ass. She pushed back and a low moan escaped her throat.

It was obvious that Robert wasn't going to wait much longer, and as he began to jerk less rhythmically Dominique gave the next order. "Slave come for me now."

Jeannette did, and it was a bucking maelstrom of an orgasm. She gathered herself and had a dreamy faraway look in her eyes as she thanked them. "Oh thank you Master, and Mistress, for letting me serve you."

"You haven't served me yet slave, get over here." Dominique said as she lowered her pants and underwear. "You had better not leave one trick out, I want your very best effort."

Robert collapsed into a chair. He watched the show of the fair skinned Jeannette licking on the darker skin of Dominique. He was fascinated by the visual.

Dominique was really enjoying herself Jeannette would dance along, upping the arousal, upping the passion, and then backing away from the climax, only to circle back and take it up another notch. Dominique gripped her head and ground her hips in passion, and Jeannette flicked her tongue here and there, smiling wickedly as she did so.

Robert was hard again watching this show. As Dominique squealed in pleasure, her pelvis straining under the power of the orgasm, Jeannette easily held on and as Dominique slid down from her climax, Jeannette's touch became more tender still, now easing Mistress down from her orgasm.

"Good slave, now clean me up, make me feel wonderful." Dominique breathed.

Robert had no intentions of waiting much longer, He moved to the bed and lay down on his back. As Jeannette kissed her way down Dominique's thigh, he said. "Slave, come here, get on me and ride my cock."

Jeannette leapt to her feet and straddled Robert's cock and then drove herself down, impaling herself on his manhood. She groaned in pleasure as she settled herself and began to ride him. Jeannette understood that men liked a show and she complied, she began to play with her breasts.

Dominique was relaxing in a chair and watching the show. She had seen little to comment on, and she admitted that those things were personal preferences. "Slave, lean back, give Robert a treat."

Jeannette complied, and as she did, Master's cock hit her G spot. "Oh Master, that feels so good." Jeannette said this in a throaty bedroom voice.

Jeannette began to buck harder, thrusting herself down, clawing at her breasts now. "Oh Master, please let your slave come."

Robert smiled; his one sadistic trait was that he loved to deny slaves an orgasm. However knowing that the group preferred to use the orgasm to re-enforce a slave's training, he complied. "Come for me now."

Jeannette did, and powerfully. Her bucking became irregular as she moaned her pleasure, and passion into the room. "Oh thank you Master."

"Slave, come for me now." Dominique ordered with her own wicked grin.

Robert had only managed to keep his climax back with the strongest of efforts. The second orgasm Jeannette had bucking wildly on his lap was too much, his cock felt like it was gripped in a velvet fist. Robert couldn't hold out again and he came with Jeannette, pumping his seed deeply into her. His hips were thrust up off the bed, driving himself into her involuntarily.

Jeannette caught her breath and quickly rolled off Master. She took his softening cock into her mouth and cleaned him quickly and expertly. She loved his cock, that was obvious. "Thank you again Master, you've made me so very happy."

"You may go now slave, return to your room, you have done well." Dominique said reaching for her underwear.

They dressed and Dominique heard Robert ask. "I wonder if Devon can do it again, get lightning to strike twice as it were."

Dominique stood after replacing her shoes. "I'll put my money on Devon." She had little choice; she was following Devon into this new venture after all.

Upstairs they found Devon in control reading a book on psychology. Robert spoke first. "OK, she's good Devon."

"Seconded." Dominique said as she entered and sat. They discussed details of the identities, and after a short time, were ready to go.

"I'll need a week or so on the Identities." Robert said.

"No problem, it's more important that they be good. We will be getting some official scrutiny." Devon answered.

"That's why it's going to take so long. I need to find people with your names, Devon in your case. So that way you won't be given away by a slip up. Someone who was born about the right time, about forty yeas ago in your case Devon, and who died shortly after birth. Then I've got to install credit reports, excellent ones in your cases, and probably passport files to give you the options of being overseas." Robert answered. "It's possible, even with the current Homeland Security shit. They should hold up unless someone goes and actually tries to interview former neighbors."

"In other words Devon, don't apply for a Top Secret clearance from the Government." Dominique explained.

"Dominique, I thought you understood, we're going straight, I wouldn't want to be mixed up in a corrupt organization like the Government, people would lose faith in my honesty." Devon said piously to the laughter that suddenly filled control.

Robert nodded and Dominique finished up. "OK, we're off. I'll send Jeannette a small suitcase, get her used to wearing clothes."

Devon agreed and saw them off. Control looked at Devon and said. "So you're out huh?"

"Yes, since you're aware of the fact we're leaving, and are supposed to pass for regular citizens, would you have any objection to Jeannette sitting in the sun to get some color. Slaves tend to be a tad too pasty faced." Devon answered.

"No. I'll authorize it. She's leaving with you in a week anyway, so the execution order is canceled." Control replied.

Devon leaned back and considered for a bit. There were ten thousand things he'd missed, he was sure of it. He was also sure that sitting and worrying about it would be fruitless. He decided to start tossing out ideas to Rebecca and Thomas, hoping to get some ideas from them as well.

In the morning, Devon was downstairs waiting for Jeannette when she got out of the shower; he took her upstairs and told her. "We need to start getting you more accustomed to a social environment outside."

Jeannette followed him to the dining room and stood nervously as she saw all the Masters gathered around a table. She hesitated and looked for a place to keel out of the way.

"Jeannette, come on, sit down here. Outside, people will freak out if you're kneeling in a restaurant." Thomas said cheerily.

Jeannette sat down gingerly. It was obvious she didn't feel comfortable here. Devon started to explain. "Jeannette we want you to spend most of the next few days up here with us, getting used to more social settings, and learning to wear clothes. We wouldn't want you to scare the squares would we?"

"Squares? Jesus Devon, how long have you been inside?" Rebecca asked laughing.

"I can't think of a term that describes the normal people any better." Devon said. "I've tried."

Thomas chuckled. "It does seem to fit doesn't it?"

Rebecca shook her head. "Oh God. Squares are back into the vernacular."

For the next week, Jeannette would spend an hour or so outside on the porch wearing clothes. She managed to become comfortable in light cotton dresses, but every time they put underwear on her she would immediately start to fidget, and then Bra's would cause her obvious discomfort.

The identities arrived, and Devon got the last name Jamison to go with his name. Jeannette got April Jeannette Watkins. The explanation was simple, when she started the life of a Bondage slave, she didn't want to let people know, so she started using her middle name as her slave name. Now, she's just happier with it.

The rest of them got their names and backgrounds and the next day were off to the first of the rented houses. This one was in New Jersey where Devon started searching for a house. He finally found one he liked just across the Connecticut state line, near an Amtrak station, which would allow trains to be used to get to New York. An hour by car in off peak times, and literally a waterfront house. It had just over forty rooms, and Devon was satisfied with it. Andre arrived as the house was purchased and he began to get briefed in.

Construction began on the house almost immediately. Permits to run a live in short-term school were obtained through the corporation, and then the Vassal Academy was born.

The group would sit in a circle and discuss things, taking notes from books that the world of bondage fantasy was based upon. The group inevitably would agree with Devon and this trend continued for a full week when something finally changed.

Andre said. "Devon, I was reading the fifth book on the list, and I again noticed the similarities we talked about, but I also noticed something else. Our schedule is based upon the one we had at the farms, which we're now calling the society to explain our knowledge and training."

"Yeah, I still think that going this route, allowing the student to grow slowly is the best one, especially without the programming." Devon replied.

"Yes, however I noticed something else. All of these books, the stories online, and apparently these clubs which you've been to have sex, and bondage, almost immediately." Andre said. "Aren't our students, and especially the house slaves going to expect sex?"

Devon waved a hand and said. "Fantasy, it doesn't work that way."

"Not where we've come from, but now?"

Devon started to shake his head and then he looked at Andre. "Shit, I completely discounted that, decided it was just wishful thinking, and didn't see the connection."

"Yeah, well I noticed it yesterday, and hesitated, thinking that I must have seen it wrong." Andre answered.

"Or you're the only one who saw it right." Devon said softly thinking hard. "Are we limiting sex too much?"

Everyone was looking at each other except Jeannette who sat silently and didn't move. In time, everyone was looking at her. Devon spoke first. "Jeannette, did you notice this?"

"Yes Master."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I'm not to criticize Master, or his plan." Jeannette replied simply.

Devon smiled. "Jeannette this is one of those things that I really need your insight into. At the moment, you're the only slave, and forgive me, but I need your help. As the senior slave away from the farm, part of your duty is to advise me about what the slaves like, don't like, and even expect."

"No Master, I may not criticize." Jeannette said shaking her head slowly.

"Jeannette it's not criticizing me, or anyone here. I need your wisdom." Devon said again.

Andre raised a hand and said. "Jeannette, my Father was in the Navy, when I was a little boy. He was enlisted, which means not an officer, one of those who work, the regular sailors if you get my point."

"Yes Master. I believe I understand."

"He became what they called the Chief of the Boat, which is the highest ranking, most senior of the enlisted people." Andre said. "Do you understand how that works?"

"Yes Master, you're saying he was essentially what I am, the senior of the lower ranking people." Jeannette answered.

"Close enough." Andre said with a smile. "He had to obey the lowest ranking officer, even if that officer was much younger than he was. Just as you obey every master no matter how new at this they are."

Jeannette nodded. Andre continued. "Part of his job was to show absolute loyalty to the younger officers, absolute deference. He was one of the first ones to call them sir, because it set a good example for the other enlisted sailors. However he would also advise those officers on how to do their jobs a better, in private, not in front of the sailors."

"How can a slave advise a Master?" Jeannette asked shaking her head.

"You will be doing so soon enough." Devon said. "You'll advise the Master of our traditions, and our rules. How hard to wing a cane and where to strike for example."

"Jeannette, my Father would also report to the Captain of the ship, and advise him about the moods of the regular sailors. Are they angry, happy, or are they feeling tired from too much work." Andre said. "It's very important, because the Captain had to know that information to be as good as he could be. I think that as senior slave, you should do much the same thing. Represent the slaves to us, and help us know how they are feeling."

Devon nodded and smiled at Andre before turning to Jeannette. "That is exactly what I'm hoping for from you. You can do it without criticizing me. For example, in this case you could have said. 'Master, I believe the slaves may be expecting sexual activity and perhaps a bit more bondage than is currently contemplated.' Then you've given me the information on what the slaves think, or are liable to think, while at the same time are respectful towards the Master, and are serving me properly."

Jeannette looked up and said. "Master, as long as I'm serving you by doing this, I'll say what I believe the Slaves will want, and expect."

"Excellent." Devon said.

"Master, they will want more sex. They will also hope to be able to play with other slaves, more as equals."

Devon blinked and looked at the group. "Shit."

"Shit." Agreed Rebecca. "Why didn't we think of that?"

Jeannette held her head down.

"Out of the question in phase one." Devon finally said. "However, phase two, allow them to play with Jeannette, the lead slave. In phase three, allow them to play with one another, but not a phase two. Fully qualified slaves, have fun as long as the chores are done." Devon said thinking out loud. "Any objections to that plan Jeannette? Do you think that would meet the needs and desires of the slaves."

"Yes Master. I believe the slaves will appreciate that."

Devon chuckled. "OK, now you're acting like we need you to Jeannette, part of your job is representing the Slaves. They need you to talk for them."

The meetings became more productive, as people became more accustomed to offering opinions, and they started to question things a bit more. That had always been prohibited at the farms, and it took a little while to get used to.

Devon walked through the training wing. Each room had been set up and was now ready. They had tested the items, and tested each piece of equipment. Jeannette had been in each of the bondage racks, and items, in the basement. Andre had shown great skills with a whip, and surpassed even Devon's ability.

The central area was still essentially bare, with only a few bookshelves and chairs along the walls.

The house was essentially a large W. Two floors, with the central area being open to the balcony of the second floor. The two hallways branching off were separated and set up for the various functions as designated. The left wing as you entered the house was the slave training facilities. The second floor was slave sleeping and sleep training rooms. Six sleeping rooms, two sleep training rooms with cages which could be adjusted to size and shape, and three live testing rooms which could be used as an additional slave sleeping room. Conversions of the live testing rooms wasn't difficult, and the various furniture items that could be earned were stored in the last room.

Downstairs, the training rooms continued. Oral Arts, Ballet, Cunt Preparedness, Anal Training, Erection Control, Arousal Training, and the arousal table. There was a room that the Doctor had helped set up as a clinic room. It was stocked with various first aide supplies and would be used by the medical personnel when they got some students, or medical personnel.

The other wing was set up as sleeping rooms and several Guest rooms for visiting Masters. Ten fairly good-sized bedrooms, half of which had bathrooms in the room with showers for the Masters, and a community bathroom made up the second floor. On the first floor, were four guest rooms, four rooms dedicated to storage of additional items, and two large rooms set aside for entertainment and a small gym.

Devon looked around the Vassal Academy. The kitchen was up and running, Chef John had been a miracle so far. He was a great cook, certainly better than any of them had the pleasure of sampling previously. Two dining rooms, one for masters, with a dining table and chairs for twelve. On the other side of the Kitchen was the slave dining room with heavy industrial strength plastic picnic tables. Seating for plenty of slaves at those two tables. Twelve, or even sixteen could eat at the same time.

Rebecca walked up from Administration, which was subdivided from the right hand side of the central area. A conference room, book lined study, and four large offices made up the area.

The largest area had four desks for the slaves to work at. Devon's own office was an internal designers dream.

"So Rebecca, are we about ready?"

"Sure, we got the trainers up to speed, we're still short one, but that's not a huge problem yet. We're short of slaves, but we're ready to start recruiting. The only shortfall I don't like is medical. We don't have anyone on site Devon."

"Yeah, I know." Devon sighed. "I don't want to hire a nurse to sit around and read books. I'm praying that I find a paramedic or nurse who likes to be tied up."

Rebecca laughed. "Good luck on that one. So far, we've heard that there is a shortage of qualified medical people in general. We'll be lucky to get an LPN who doesn't mind saying sir."

Devon laughed along with her. "Yeah, just what we need, a surly medical man on site."

"So what's next boss?" Andre asked as he walked up.

"Time to start recruiting. Go to the club tonight, it's bondage night and again try and get a feel for possible house slaves. I want four plus Jeannette, five would even be OK, but we must have two at least to really get started, and that means it's time to recruit folks." Devon said.

Rebecca nodded. "Thomas and I will head into Jersey, the night club there is a little bondage on the side, and we'll see what we can find out."

"I'm off to the VIP room of the Club de Sade tonight, I'll take Jeannette." Devon said as they headed for dinner. Two months of hard and intensive work had gotten them here, they were finally ready to start spreading the word.

Jeannette knelt beside Devon's chair. She'd been to this club a few times with Master Devon, and had always maintained a low profile while Master established himself. Tonight, she had been advised to be prepared for any command. Jeannette was always ready for any command, that was her life, her duty, and her love. She was a slave, and a slave was to serve, and serve with all their hearts.

"Luke, as I was telling you. The difference between a master mechanic and a backyard mechanic is most often the tools. The Master Mechanic is never making due with something not designed for the task, he has the perfect tool to do the job with." Devon repeated.

"Skill is always a big factor Devon."

"Indeed. However take away the tools of the Master Mechanic, and he'll be down to mediocre before dawn."

"There are no training tools in our lifestyle though. Sure we can have them practice sucking a dildo, but that's not the same, ever." Luke insisted.

"Which is why we've created new tools. Oral sex training tools that give feedback, is the slave giving too much pressure, too little? Are they swirling their tongues to tease and please the master? Are they able to squeeze their cunt muscles in sequence? We've created the tools needed to train our slaves at the Academy." Devon said with a small wave of the hand. "The superior tools, coupled with the talent, have allowed us to push the limits of slave training to new heights."

"Easy for you to claim Devon." Luke said smiling. Devon was normally fairly quiet, watching, and observing. Tonight, he was a bit more theatrical, and he was obviously playing the crowd that grew around the conversation.

"A demonstration then, between friends?" Devon asked.

"If you'd like." Luke allowed.

Sex in the VIP wasn't unheard of, certainly. However it normally took place in the private rooms, while Devon seemed to be suggesting that it happen here, and now. It was a bit earlier than sex is usually given.

"Slave Jeannette. To Master Luke, and Mouth." Devon said as he waved a hand.

Jeannette who had been motionless suddenly moved. She crawled to Luke and knelt before him with her mouth open, waiting and expectant.

Luke shrugged and opened his pants. He presented his cock and Jeannette started sucking on it. She poured her heart into this task, drawing great pleasure from serving Master in any way. Luke cleared his throat, as his cock got fully erect. "Oh, that is nice."

Luke was trying to be stoic, but this was fantastic. This girl sucked a cock like no one else. She truly loved the feeling of a cock sliding down her throat; you could feel her joy at this action. Maria did it, and did it well, but not like this.

Devon seemed to ignore this comment. He was instead looking out the window at the people in the regular "public" part of the club, while the group was safe behind the mirrored windows that separated the two disparate portions of the club.

Jeannette swirled her tongue and started to hum now and then to cause Master Luke to shudder in pleasure.

"She'll obey any command, if you'd like to try her cunt, just give the word." Devon said. "She's been trained to get ready on command."

"What?" Luke asked unsure he heard that right.

Devon didn't repeat himself. Instead he said. "Slave Jeannette, cunt."

Jeannette was dressed in a vinyl teddy thing with a snap crotch. She unsnapped the crotch and straddled Master Luke. She impaled herself in one swift motion. She moaned in pleasure as she felt him fill her. "Oh Master, that feels so good." Jeannette said in a breathy bedroom voice.

Luke blinked his eyes as Jeannette ground down, she was squeezing his cock with her cunt, not just squeezing, but also doing so in a milking sensation. "She's actually milking my cock. Jesus."

Devon shrugged as if this was no big deal. "Slave come for me now." Devon said casually.

Jeannette came powerfully on Luke's lap. He blinked at her disbelieving. "I felt her get wetter, she came for real."

"Yes, a properly trained slave is able to do that on command." Devon said picking at a fingernail.

Marie, who was Luke's slave, was staring in shocked horror. Luke was acting like this slut's cunt was a miracle.

"When you're ready Luke, tell her to swallow your come." Devon said. "Have her suck it out of you."

"Would you do that?" Luke asked.

"Oh yes Master." Jeannette breathed looking at him as she bounced along happily on his lap.

"Then do it now, by God, I'm coming now." Luke said.

Jeannette slid off of him and threw her mouth onto his cock. Cupping his balls in her hand she suck her mouth down his shaft, and then swirled her tongue out and licked his balls. She felt him start to pulse and drew back slightly. She swallowed most of it, allowing only a small amount to dribble out of her mouth, and down her chin to splash onto her breasts. Devon had been adamant about that, he wanted her to seem sluttish and willing to be used.

Jeannette moaned in pleasure as Luke finished coming in her mouth. She licked his cock and then knelt back. "Master, thank you for making me very happy." Jeannette said in the same bedroom voice, and with a smile on her face, and in her eyes.

"You're welcome." Luke said. He was about to return the favor with Marie, but he knew she wasn't so talented, and she would probably refuse, which would make him look worse.

"Devon, perhaps you should show them how well a trained slave takes anything Master chooses to give." Dominique said easily. "Perhaps a light whipping to keep her happy."

"Oh Yes Mistress." Jeannette said smiling up at Dominique.

Devon shrugged as though this didn't matter one bit. "Certainly Dominique, have fun. She loves the way you whip her."

Jeannette stood and stripped out of her Teddy. She stood nude before the group and held her hands behind her head. She had opened her legs allowing Master to strike her anywhere.

Dominique on the other hand was walking by checking the floggers. Taking one of supple leather with many tails she smiled. "Oh, this one will hurt."

Dominique didn't warm her up, instead going straight to the power blows. Each one left a red stinging welt. In minutes, Jeannette was a bright red from the lash of the whip. Tears escaped her eyes, but she remained silent except for some minor squeals when Dominique had whipped her breasts and her cunt. She hadn't moved her hands, and she wouldn't so long as she was conscious.

The crowd stared in astounded shock. This was a much more severe beating than has ever happened without first tying down the slave. Then the slave cried out in pain, while Jeannette stood without making a sound.

Dominique walked around Jeannette admiring her handiwork. "I think that should hold you for a while Slave."

Jeannette knelt and bowed her head. "Mistress, thank you for whipping me. Thank you for punishing me."

Dominique nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, all right. Now go and clean yourself up slave. You have cum dribbled down your chin and on your tits."

Jeannette bowed her head and said. "Yes Mistress." She stood gracefully and walked towards the restroom without stopping to pick up her clothes. She seemed totally comfortable being nude, and utterly unaware of her exposed manner.

In the bathroom Jeannette used the toilet and then washed herself in the sink. A blond girl came up to her and said. "Wow that's impressive."

Jeannette bowed her head. "Thank you Mistress."

"I'm no Mistress. I'm a slave; well I want to be a slave. I can't do the things you do though. That whipping was extreme wasn't it?"

Jeannette shook her head. "No, Master has given me pleasure like that many times."

"Wow. I'm Diane and you're amazing. What do you do when you're not being a slave?"

"How can you be a part time slave? This is what I do. I serve Master all the time." Jeannette said.

"Wow, all the time? How did you get good enough to do this all the time?" Diane asked.

"I'm just trained Diane, that's my difference. I'm Jeannette and it's a pleasure to meet you."

"So Devon trained you?"

"Yes, as did Mistress Rebecca, Master Thomas, and Master Andre. They all trained me at the Academy."

"What is it? A cult or something?"

"No, it's a school. We teach slaves how to behave, and how to serve Masters. I'm the lead Slave. That's why I get the red collar, so everyone knows I'm the lead slave." Jeannette said with obvious pride.

"They teach people how to do the things you do? How to be a slave?" Diane asked in a small hopeful voice.

"Yes, we also teach Masters how to do it better. One of the things they use me for is training Masters. Master Devon says we need another Master to be at full strength, and we're still getting set up for the slaves."

"Could you introduce me to Master Devon?" Diane asked softly, as if she was hoping against all possible outcomes to meet someone like him.

"Sure, come one Diane." Jeannette said as she dried her hands. She glided out of the rest room and walked to Devon using the same gliding motions as always. She approached him and then knelt slowly and gracefully. Grasping her right wrist in her left hand she bowed her head and spoke. "Master, forgive me, however Diane asked to be introduced."

Devon glanced at the girl and saw she was thin, small breasts, but big full lips. She was trembling in fear, or anxiety. "Greetings Diane, I see you wear the collar."

Diane stood and trembled. She could feel his power, his authority emanating from him in waves. She wanted to kneel, but didn't think she could do so properly. She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

"Slave, he greeted you. You should say Hello Master or something." Dominique said in a low hissing voice that carried menace behind it.

Diane was shocked out of her silence and said. "I'm sorry Sir, or Master. Hello Sir." Diane said fumbling through the sentence.

Devon waved to a chair. "Join us, I was just telling Luke about the training tools we use for oral arts." Devon then went back describing the sensors that were in use to determine pressure and technique. "The computer's feedback allows the student to improve their technique."

"That's amazing sir." Diane gushed in true awe. Devon could see she was astounded, and very interested in the training. Perhaps she'd be a good option as a student, a test student, and perhaps even a house slave. Her eyes spoke of a desire to please, but her manner said she was shy, and this was probably as brave as she'd ever been.

"If you had those tools, perhaps you could suck a cock better than you do slut." David, another Master said from behind another chair. He'd been standing and listening to Devon for a while now.

Diane hung her head in shame. Tears started to well up in her eyes, and she wished she had just stood back like always.

"Training starts with a trainer, and a trainee. The tools make the training possible, at least more effective." Devon said. "We can teach anyone to improve their technique."

"You'd be wasting your time with her." David said gesturing towards Diane. "I spent two weeks and had no improvement. She's worthless."

Diane almost sobbed in humiliation and sorrow. She started to get up and leave before they humiliated her more. Devon's voice stopped her. "I can train anyone, as long as they possess the smallest streak of submissive nature, I can train them. I can train Diane."

"No way. She's worthless at oral sex." David insisted.

"Would you like to bet?" Devon asked simply.

"What?" David asked.

"I'll bet you twenty five thousand dollars that I can improve Diane's technique, and her movements, making her walk and move more gracefully. I'll turn her into a good novice slave in one week." Devon said simply.

"Impossible." David insisted. "How would the bet be decided?"

Devon shrugged. "Would you accept Luke as the judge?"

David suddenly didn't feel so sure, he glanced at Diane and saw her as he expected, hanging her head in shame, little mousy slut. "I would."

Devon turned to Diane and leaned towards her. "Diane, I'd like to train you for one week, One week free. Are you busy this week?"

Diane shook her head. "No sir." The store she'd worked at for the last year had burned down. Suspicious fire, but it was still gone.

Devon nodded. "I'll train you, but I want your help. I'll need you to give oral sex to Luke this week, and again next Friday." He lowered his voice until she alone could hear him. "I know you're not worthless, and with a weeks training, they'll know it too."

Diane looked up slowly, expecting to see humor on his face, that she was the butt of the joke again. She saw only confidence in his face. "Really? You think you can teach me to be better?"

Devon nodded. "You're not worthless, you're just untrained. Come with us, and we'll show you how to be a slave."

Diane bit her lip in fear and confusion. Finally after a moment she nodded. "Yes Master."

Devon nodded. "Go suck Luke's cock. Give him your very best, hold nothing back. You're improvement is guaranteed Diane."

She nodded again. "Yes Master." She stood and walked to Luke, and knelt sort of like Jeannette had. She opened her mouth.

She lowered her head on Luke's cock and began to suck hard on his cock. She inevitably made sucking noises and slurped now and then as she slid her head up and down.

Devon had already stopped watching and was smiling at David. "Oh yes, I can train her."

"Devon, you can't be serious." David said.

Devon smiled wider. "If I were you, I'd not accept the wager." He turned his head. "Diane, that's enough for now. Thank you."

Diane stopped. She was humiliated beyond belief. David saying those things was worse than anything she could have imagined. She looked at Jeannette, hoping to get a sign from her. Jeannette had a small smile on her face, and then totally surprising Diane, she winked one eye at her. Diane felt like the only people in the room who were on her side were Devon, and Jeannette.

Diane realized they were the only ones on her side, the only ones defending her, the only ones supporting her. They didn't know her, and they were the ones defending her, and saying she wasn't worthless. Diane knelt there feeling very bad, and at the same time, sort of good, Devon and Jeannette had faith in her.

David felt a hand on his arm and looked towards Cathy, his current submissive. Cathy had been with David off an on for a year, and had been very steady for the last two months. Cathy was urging him to back down, to walk away. She couldn't say it, but was telling him just the same. Jeannette had impressed, and worried her. She could feel David being set up, and she didn't want him getting involved with Diane again.

David was debating himself. He found himself in an unusual position of not being sure of anything. Devon was too damn cocky, that was certainly true. However, Jeannette was trained by someone, and was quite impressive. "I worked with Diane for two weeks Devon, you can't seriously think you can get her to show great improvement in a mere week."

Devon waved a hand brushing this objection aside. "Luke, would you have reached orgasm with her technique?"

Luke shook her head. "No, I don't believe I would have."

"Then that's the bet David, but I warn you not to accept." Devon said again.

"That she can make him come? That's the bet?" David asked. Now Devon was setting the goal, in David's favor. Some improvement would have been debatable, yet this was hard to imagine.

"Yes David, that she can make him climax, one week from today." Devon agreed. "Twenty Five thousand dollars."

David worked his jaw and then finally gave in to the pressure he was feeling. "Done. Wager accepted."

Devon nodded and turned to Diane again. "Do you have a car?" He got a shake of her head. He pulled his wallet out and removed a hundred dollar bill and a business card. He wrote on the back of the card and handed them both to her. "Travel expenses and our location. Take the train north, you know which one and follow the instructions on the back of the card. The money should cover cab fare to the house."

She nodded. He had just taken care of her travel, he didn't ask if she could afford it, he just did it to guarantee that it caused her no financial harm. "Thank you sir."

"We take care of our students Diane, that's the very least I could do." Devon said gently.

Diane lowered her head. He was just too hard to look at, his power was staggering.

"Diane, why don't you go home, and get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long, and difficult day for you. Your time as a wannabe slave is over. Your time as a true slave has just begun." Devon said softly.

Diane nodded again and managed to get to her feet. She almost offered to ride with him, in the trunk of his car, but decided to follow his directions. She left the club and went home, feeling degraded by David, and supported by Devon.

Jeannette knelt and waited for instructions. David continued to tell anyone who would listen that he was about to win twenty five thousand dollars. After another hour and a dozen more business cards passed out Devon stood and said. "Jeannette get dressed, we're leaving soon."

Bowing her head Jeannette said. "Yes Master."

She dressed in the vinyl teddy thing, and waited for instructions.

Devon waited an hour more and then decided to take his leave. He commanded Jeannette to follow him. She obeyed wordlessly, and quickly. In the lot he located his BMW 750, and climbed behind the wheel after seeing Jeannette safely to the passenger seat. He drove out of the lot and down the street. At the first light he turned to Jeannette and said. "You performed magnificently. I'm very pleased my slave."

Jeannette smiled her thanks. "Thank you Master."

Devon then did the unexpected, and very rare treat of leaning in and kissing Jeannette on the lips, and Jeannette responded instantly. This was the pinnacle of praise from a Master. It meant he was very happy with her indeed.

For the next hour they drove on listening to the radio, neither feeling the need to talk. At the gate to the Academy, Devon stopped and spoke to the Security man who wore a dark blue blazer and a tie. "Ira, please note in the log that I'm expecting a guest tomorrow, or is it today?" Devon shrugged and signaled that it didn't really matter. "Anyway, her name is Diane, and I don't know her last name. When she arrives, please send her up to the main house."

"Yes sir, I'll make sure it's noted." Ira said. "Have a good night sir."

Devon drove up and parked in the rear near the garage. He climbed out and escorted Jeannette inside. There was no one up in the house, which was just fine. Tomorrow, they would have their first trainee, and that would be enough to get them started, for now.

Devon considered for a moment and then decided that Jeannette had certainly earned a night with him. "Jeannette, would you like to spend the night with me?"

Jeannette smiled widely. Devon almost never allowed her to spend the whole night lying beside him. Master was certainly pleased with her. "Oh yes master. I'd love to spend the night with you."

Devon waved his hand and Jeannette walked towards the stairs and up to the staff floor and wing. At Devon's room she entered and walked to the bed and knelt before it. Waiting for her duties to be given her. Devon walked in, and smiling himself, took his leather jacket off and sat on the bed. Jeannette needed no further instruction.

She leaned forward and took his cock out of his pants with a quick and practiced motion. She was soon sucking on him, and he didn't need to tell her to use every trick, she wouldn't hold anything back from him. Devon ran his fingers through her hair, and relaxed, allowing her to excite him, and get him ready to fuck.

Jeannette enjoyed herself; sucking on his cock was a beautiful and wonderful thing. Finally she heard her next command. "Undress slave, and join me in bed."

Devon stripped his shirt off and stepped out of his pants. Jeannette shucked her vinyl teddy and stepped to the bed. She lay down and allowed Devon to climb on top of her. She spread her legs and welcomed his cock into her cunt. No words, no commands were required. They were familiar lovers, and she loved him with all her heart.

Devon was prepared to truly reward her, and while he slowly eased himself in and out of her wonderful cunt, he leaned down and nibbled on her neck, causing her to squeal and squirm in pleasure. Then he gave a command she rarely got. "Feel free to come all you wish slave."

Jeannette would indeed take the liberty she desired. She came almost immediately and she wrapped her legs around Devon and drew him deeply into her as she did. She caressed and showed her love for him as she made love to him. She was attentive, and dedicated, and she loved him truly.

Devon picked up his own pace, and he adjusted himself to be able to thrust deeply into her cunt. He climaxed in a rush and felt his muscles strain as he emptied himself into her. He lay back down on her and relaxed, gathering himself, leaving his softening cock in her cunt. Jeannette had climaxed several times herself and lay there half awake. Comforted by his weight pressing her down.

"Just lay there slave, and sleep." Devon said in reward for all her work. Jeannette felt him roll off of her and she felt him gather her to him, and she snuggled up around him, her face to his back. She drifted off to sleep; content and feeling very well loved, and well cared for. She would never leave here, not so long as she had a breath left in her body.

Devon slept too, his first free trainee would arrive tomorrow, and he needed some rest. The first challenge would be a true challenge. Getting a wallflower to be able to perform properly, in a public setting, in one week.

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