Chapter 20: Contesa

My interview with Mistress Claudia is a repeat lecture on obedience and submission, followed by threats of consequences for disobedience. I’m suitably awed by her words and she sends me away for training. It’s the first time I’ve moved anywhere in these passages without an escort. Finding the correct room is a challenge.

I feel a mixture of anxiety and desire while I wait outside what Señorita Maria described as my training room. The rail network ends just outside the solid wooden door. The door is open, but I don’t step into the room. A huge king-sized bed is only piece of furniture in the room. Unlike the rest of the caverns and passages, this room’s walls are smooth and decorated with erotic scenes. The lighting is subdued, but bright enough to see. A woman I’ve not met before walks up behind me, and gently pushes me inside the doorway until my chain prevents me from going further.

“Let’s begin, Slave Laura,” says the young woman with a noticeable Spanish accent to her English.

She’s dressed like the other Señoritas, but there the similarity ends. She’s the youngest person I’ve seen here, possibly only eighteen or nineteen years old. She seems to be far too young to be engaged in this sort of activity. It doesn’t look as though she’s going to tell me her name, and I’m not permitted to ask. She clips a small device to the back of my collar.

“I’m going to release your collar from its chain. But don’t think you are free to move anywhere but inside this room. The device I’ve just clipped to your collar will activate the second you step outside this room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Señorita,” I reply, wondering what the device does.

“You address me as Condesa. I’m known here only as Condesa. Now we have much work to do this morning. Mistress Claudia has arranged appointments this afternoon with your first clients. You need to be ready, or consequences that you won’t enjoy will follow. Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, Condesa,” I reply, nervously wondering what she means by ‘clients’.

Condesa proceeds to unlock the chain attached to my collar. She places the end of the chain on a hook on the wall outside the room, which is presumably there for that purpose. She walks over to me and inspects me closely.

“Redo your hair into a high ponytail,” says Condesa after a few moments thought.

Although I often wear my hair in a high ponytail while I’m at Foxglove Hall, I’ve reverted to a traditional ponytail for my ‘holiday’. I obey Condesa’s command, although I’m unclear why she wishes me to adjust my hair. Perhaps it’s in order to keep my hair free of the device Condesa has attached to my collar. While I’ve been doing my hair, Condesa has changed into an outfit similar to mine. I admire her fit and healthy body which supports my guess that she is no older than twenty. Her reason for the change of clothing becomes clear as soon as we start the training.

We both put on a rubber strap-on cock. I look nervously at the size and features of the one Condesa is wearing. Mine, by comparison, is plain and a more modest size.

“We are going to take turns to fuck each other in a variety sexual positions,” says Condesa. “You are to memorise each position, and, more importantly, what I’m about to teach you about making sex in that position more enjoyable.”

It would be easier to do this while naked, but apparently the restrictions of the minimal clothing we wear are all part of the exercise. For each new position, Condesa places me in the correct posture, and then she fucks me. Then we swap positions and I attempt to replicate her actions. The training is more than having sex in the chosen positions. Condesa also demonstrates how I should respond when I’m the one being fucked. I find that part of the training far more informative than simply learning how to adopt nine additional sex positions to the two I have previously used.

“Do you understand the meaning of that bronze cuff on your arm?” asks Condesa as we briefly pause after an hour of exercises.

“It means that I’m a sex slave, Condesa,” I reply.

“And do you know what being a sex slave means in this establishment?”

“Um ... that I’m required to have sex with whomever Mistress Claudia requires, Condesa,” I reply.

“Yes. But there are different types of sex slave. The first type are the ones who are unfortunate to be kidnapped or forced into prostitution until addiction, disease or violence eventually claims her life. The second type are those who are effectively the concubines of wealthy owners who get their kicks from bondage, punishment and humiliation of their slave. Or there’s the third type of sex slave. The type trained by me, and those like me. My trainees become queens of the bedroom who can drive a man or woman insane with lust, while simultaneously beguiling her master or mistress into believing that they are the ones in control. I intend to transform you from the second to the third type of sex slave, and Mistress Claudia will supply the proof of your achievement.”