Chapter 3

She had been expecting and waiting for the question. There certainly wasn’t any choice being given. Kill herself, die in a Mexican whore house or live and be a slave to some rich psycho. Play his games and wait for a chance to escape, she had experience escaping.

She chose the third option and raised three fingers to show him so. He smiled, “Alright then. Here we go!”

He spun his chair seat so he was facing sideways and got up, came around his desk and stopped at her side, indicating she rise herself. She did, finding a hand on her elbow as she rose, he was guiding her out of his office.

Talking again, “Until you earn my trust you will be forced to live under what some have said is a rather restrictive security system. It’s not that bad and you may find there are some fun aspects to it. Well, I enjoy them and some of the other students have too,” he didn’t elaborate.

He shrugged the topic off as they entered the dining room and into another sumptuous aroma. There were two bowls of steaming soup on the table and a fancy-looking sandwich beside both. Greta was nowhere to be seen.

They sat in their chairs and took their first tastes. The soup was a vegetable blend and they both dug in. Halfway through his soup he remarked, “Greta’s a wonderful cook. You have to be careful she doesn’t fatten you up,” he smiled across at her. She thought the soup was terrific too, if only she didn’t have to eat it naked.

His soup and sandwich were finished. So, while she was just finishing up he began again, “Ok, if you recall, I told you that you would have to earn everything you get here. Then, here I am all morning spoiling you,” he chuckled a little, “sometimes I can be a bad boy too but now onto business.”

He pulled himself together, “Everything you need and want, you will have to earn. The only thing you have to earn anything with is your mind and body. Get your mind right and the body will follow.”

“You don’t even have clothes or bathroom privileges at this point. You have to earn them as well. Being a good girl and pleasure slave are the fastest and easiest ways for you to acquire anything.”

“Being a pleasure slave, it is incumbent on you to always be horny, always be wanting, always be wet, always be seductive, and always be convincing that the most important thing to you, at any time, all of the time, is to sexually serve your Lord and Master.”

“You have been reborn to give pleasure. That is your life now, embrace it.”

His hands were held up in front of himself, the stop signal, palm towards her, “I know, I know, it doesn’t seem possible right now but that’s where I come in. I help you develop your skills and hone your sexuality and sexual performance. We are going to reset your mind and body so that the thing you think about, dream about, and beg for all the time is sex. Won’t this be fun!”

He clapped his hands once in celebration. She thinks, ‘He’s fucking crazy.’

“So, what would you like to earn next? Come on, you can tell me.”

She indicated clothes by acting out putting clothes on. He smiled and said, “Sure. Come with me and we’ll get you set up to earn what you seek.” He was smiling as he directed her into the hall. He gave her a quick bathroom break on the way past it. Again, just for being good.

Down the stairs they went. On entering the learning room, he suggested, pointing to the only chair in the office, “Sit?” He turned on the computer and the monitor and they began their warm-up.

“See, the cabinets and drawers are all numbered. They are all electronically locked as well. The drawers will unlock automatically as you work through the files. You’ll see.”

The monitor was up. It showed files numbered one through fifty. He instructed her to use the mouse and open file one. He explained that she could not open any other files until she completed the file she was on. In this case, completion of one would open number two, etc.

The first file opens with a beautiful young lady with an exuberant and happy voice, “Hi, lucky lady, my name is Amanda and I will be your instructor for this file. We will have a lot of fun together over the next few hours, so settle down, put your happy face on and let’s begin.” His hand was over hers over the mouse and he hit pause.

He states, “Complete file one today and you will earn some clothes. It should take you about three hours, I figure. When you are done, I’ll know and come and get you.”

He reached in and raised her chin with two of his fingers.

Looking into the eyes of each other he opined, “Baby, this is very important. It’s important you do well, so focus, do the exercises, pass everything and everyday I promise you your life is going to get a whole lot better.”

He straightened up and walked out the door. Stopped, “Oh, and once I leave, this door won’t open until you pass the files exam, which you will find comes onto the screen once the video ends. Have fun.”

She heard the soft click of the locking mechanism as the door closed. She looked around the room for a moment, stood up, and tried a couple of cabinet doors and drawers.

She even walked over and tried the exit door. Everything was locked. She was locked in and she had to suppress the urge to scream. She went back to the chair and sought to calm herself.

She twirled around on the chair a few times, played with her hair a little, then decided WTF and pressed play on the computer.

She had watched an hour-long video on human anatomy, the sexual touch points. The video was polished and professional. The narrator was a beautiful woman who spoke with a smooth, subtle, sexy voice.

Shea learned that there were thirty-two erogenous zones on the human body. Each is spoken to on an individual level within the film.

The locations and how each zone is usually triggered in a sexualized manner and what not to do are discussed. Whether a light or firmer touch should best trigger a response sought. Everything a pleasure slave would need to know about those parts of the human anatomy. Both from female and male needs, it was a lot of information.

Little things like the back of the neck at the base of the skull. A zone best played with at light to the mid-weight level touch. Soft to medium stroking is best to trigger the appropriate response from this region. Light circular movements would be expected to generate the best results.

At times kisses on the back of the neck, where you are looking to generate a soft shiver. That’s the tell for proper, appropriate, fondling of the back of the neck. Watch for the shiver! These were the words and suggestions that Shea must retain to pass the test.

She found herself interested in what she was hearing and seeing. She was following the presentation by touching on each point as directed as it was discussed. She was trying to emulate what the video was saying for each area.

The one that surprised her most was behind the knees. That is when she, in following the fun pattern suggested in the video, actually felt a tingle, a sexual tingle, as she touched and massaged behind her knee.

This sold her on the whole video more than anything. Her focus picked up and it was actually interesting.

There was an interactive multiple-choice test at the end of the video. The video explained that she needed a ninety percent pass rate to move on to the next file in the series.

Ninety percent! She had never achieved ninety percent on anything in her life. On her first quick try at the test, she scored seventy percent.

At the end the computer informed her she had failed and must rewatch the video and try the test again. She found herself surprised at her response. She wasn’t upset at having the rewatch the video since it was interesting.

She hit play on the video once more and walked through the entire program again. She paid even closer attention this time as the sexy voice explained each erotic zone in detail.

What did surprise her was the second test was different from the first. All differently phrased questions coming at each zone from maybe an alternate direction from the last test question on the same zone. She got eighty-eight percent on this try.

Having to restart the video once more she felt a little more frustrated this time and maybe a little disappointed about not passing. She thought she had retained it all.

Once more, throughout the entire presentation, she took notes on the scratch pad this time. Then she took the third test. Again, all different questions but she scored a ninety-six percent.

Fireworks exploded onto the monitor! Cheering crowd noises accompanied the fireworks and a male voice came through congratulating her on her ability to learn and earn this first achievement.

She genuinely felt a little pride in the accomplishment, for a second, then reality kicked back in. She was still sitting at her desk, five minutes later, replaying what she’d just been through, when the door opened. He was back and she turned to look.

He was smiling, “The system lets me know when you pass the exam.” He had stepped back from the door and was waiting for her to come out of the room.

From the hall, he stated, “Congratulations, Baby Girl.” She bridled at the name, however, rose out of her chair and commenced to leave.

“Follow me for your reward for completion of the file and passing the exam. I am proud of you and you have earned some clothes, Baby.” She wasn’t smiling since she hated all the ‘Baby’ name-calling.

She wasn’t a baby and didn’t like being called Baby. She wanted to tell him so but knew better, so, she let it settle on simmer and simply followed his directions.

Walking down the hall, up the stairs to her room, he spoke from behind, all the way to her room where he opened the bedroom door for her and waved her through.

“You have been a very good girl this afternoon. Dinner is going to be on the table in twenty minutes. I hope you are as hungry as I am.” She was.

“I saw it took you three times to pass the exam. That’s average, so don’t beat yourself up over it. Now you understand the computer teaching methodology, it’s quite basic actually. I put in a lot of time and money developing the program and I am rather proud of it. It has served the academy well over the years.”

They had arrived outside her room. He motioned her to enter so she did and on the foot of the bed, laid out, a hot red, thin strapped, somewhat shiny, short, simple shift dress, maybe a nighty? At the moment she didn’t care, it

It was a covering. She snatched it up and threw it over her head and down. It sat only two inches below her crotch but it was something.

She already felt better with it on. She had patted it into place and stood looking up at the twelve-inch tall, six-foot long window that stood above the headboard of the bed and a foot down from the ceiling. No escape there.

He had said something about dinner. She drew in a deep breath and turned towards him. He was patiently standing there enjoying the length of her legs and the very fine rump they terminated at. He couldn’t quite see any of the skin of her butt cheeks but knew if she bent over at all they would be revealed. It was a site that could pull any man’s eyes to it.

He was smiling as he watched her turn to him. He stepped back into the hall and, sweeping his right hand from hip to the shoulder, invited her to proceed ahead of him. He never liked a student behind him until she was far further along in the process. He liked to believe he was careful, reasonably, at least.

He always had to provide an opportunity for the girls to escape. He needed to know whether they had accepted their new life or still had dreams of escape. He had often quite enjoyed their struggles as he liked the wrestling. He always copped a feel or two to further agitate them.

Dinner was on the table and sitting in warming pots. Everything was hot and smelling like the best meal ever. She was enthralled for a time. There was even a decanted red wine so he poured. He served from his end of the table.

He could reach her glass but she lifted her plate for him to serve up. He’d look to her for portion opinions, a nod, a shake. He offered her a toast and she responded, the glasses clicked, and they both enjoyed the taste of the wine. Half of the glass was consumed when they each set theirs down. The wine was fantastic and they both smiled at the taste as they dug in.

After dinner he took her for a walk for about half an hour. It was a beautiful evening bur he never spoke a word. They just wandered along and saw that there were four deer off in the distance.

She smiled as she watched a fawn cavort about trying to get the larger, older deer, to play. The youngster couldn’t generate any interest, so simply started to feed as well.

Brant moved her along. The sun was low in the sky but still an hour or so away from sunset. It was a good day to be alive.

They went back into the house, down the stairs, to the other end of the house’s basement, and into a movie room. The walls had some sort of cone formed, flat black, foam material covering them.

There were four, fully reclining, movie theatre chairs with headrests, fat arms and appearing to be the epitome of pillowed comfort. The chairs were wrapped in a soft, dull, red, suede.

The projection screen was one hundred-twenty-inches long and sixty-five-inches tall. It was set ten feet back from the chairs. The speakers throughout the room appeared massive for the size of the room.

He handed her a soft towel and he directed her to lay it over the seat on the centre-left. He explained she was never to sit in these seats without a towel under herself. “You can’t imagine what it costs to get someone out here to clean these chairs.” He took the center-right side but with no towel.

He walked her through the system’s single remote-control device. She didn’t catch it all but figured she knew the main buttons.

“I thought we just might enjoy a good old chick flick this evening,” and the lights dimmed as the movie began.

Pretty Woman with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. An oldy but goody in his opinion. She had never seen it but she enjoyed it immensely and even got the not-so-subtle message that this could happen to her.

She was as relaxed as she could be, under the circumstances, when the movie ended. She had surprisingly caught herself smiling, even laughing, at different times during the movie.

He rose and signalled her to follow him. As they walked out the back door once again, the sun was down and the mood lighting around the patio was effective. They sat in a couple of garden loungers about four feet apart and off to the side but yet still on the stone patio area.

There were two drinks on the table in between the loungers. He nodded to them, took up a glass, and mentioned, “A nightcap,” while raising his to her. He wasn’t looking to click glasses as it was a salute. Both had sips and she set hers down on the table while he held his in his lap.

His was a Manhattan and meant to bite. Her drink was an off-white, creamy drink. It was a vodka-based sweet drink. He named the drink for her, “It’s called a Lavender Honey Cream. I find most of my students enjoy it.”

She loved it and then took a second mouthful and set hers down once again.

“How was your first day, Baby?” She didn’t like the name and he saw it on her face. He’d raised a shush finger to remind her not to answer. He smiled inside as he had his reasons.

He continued speaking, “If you were to consider today the first day of your new life, I would have to think you haven’t found it all that bad.”

She was sitting off to the side of him in the red negligée, that’s what it was, and it was getting cooler out. Her nipples were cold air hard and she wanted a wrap or something.

He was in a loose, long sleeve, but light cotton material, off-white, shirt and shorts. He didn’t feel the cold at all.

She decided to try something, and when sure he was looking at her, she wrapped her arms around her body and gave off a shiver. He got the message, “You’re cold.” It was a statement that he had understood her.

He pointed over to the pool chests. The one closest to them, “There’s a wrap in that chest and I would love for you to have it. How would you like to earn it?”

It was out in the open, what he wanted, and she had been waiting all day for this. She knew her options so it was decision time. She knew she could do a much better job than last time.

He was waiting for an answer so she pantomimed a blow job for a few seconds and then stopped.

He was looking into her eyes and he saw no surprise. He saw calculus, he saw acceptance, and then her pantomime. He did not see any desire.

He shook his head, “No, I am not seeking release tonight, Baby. I could enjoy a good show though. Why don’t you show me all of the exogenous zones on your female body?”

“Show me that you learned. How to approach and tease each zone. Just lay back, close your eyes, remember the lesson and walk me through what you learned today. Then you will have earned a wrap of such beauty and comfort you will not be able to stop smiling within its loving embrace.” His delivery had been calm.

Her decision was, ‘What the hell.’ She laid back and fought off a shiver.

“Close your eyes.”

She did and it had been a pretty good day. The swim was a lifesaver, a cleanser of sorts.

Finding out more about him was certainly interesting but he was definitely fucked up in his thinking. Still, he had given her some understanding of why. She needed that.

He softly added, “In the exact order you learned them please.” He knew she knew the order. She had gotten it right on the last two tests. He took another sip, laid back with his drink in his lap and settled in to watch the live show.

He had been using this approach for the practical test for file one for years now. It had played out quite well over the years. He’d only had it go bad one time and he had simply recycled her and she did much better the second time around. He smiled in the recall, yes, much better.

Most achieved a pretty strong orgasm, some didn’t, but everyone that passed this test was ready for the next level.

The next file flipped half the girls to good girls within two days. He was thinking she’d be an early flip. A quick surrender made them easier to mold into what he thought each could excel at. He loved empowering women.

She doesn’t move as she is thinking. Thoughts flew through her mind. A whirlwind of what-ifs always coming back to the ramifications of each action. She came to a conclusion that she didn’t want to return to the cell and didn’t want to be recycled.

The conclusion left her no choice. She began massaging her temples. Slowly, lightly, barely moving what hair strands she came across. She slowly increased the depth of penetration onto her scalp deeper into her hair. The pressure of her fingers on her temples and in her hair was slowly increased. It didn’t feel that bad.

To self-facial massage she worked her skin gently the way she liked it. From massaging her neck, she sat up, bent and reached forward taking her big toe into the outstretched hands. She began to massage her toe.