Chapter 3

Lord and Lady Burke were sitting in my office as was Bertie, The Prince of Wales, and Shelagh. I had just regaled them with how I had cut Lord Abercrombie down to size.

Bertie guffawed. “Well, that is one who will never be part of my inner circle.”

Bertie was known far and wide for his house parties that brought together the more salacious members of the aristocracy for orgiastic weekends at one of his many homes.

He had dropped in, and I had taken the opportunity of introducing him to Shelagh who had been brought to the Academy for training by the said Lord Abercrombie. Abercrombie wanted her trained as his sexual slave but when it came out that he had behaved like a cad and forced his attention on her despite her unwillingness I had found a way to get him out of the picture.

Now with Shelagh sitting in his lap while Bertie fondled her charms, it seemed we might have found a suitable placement for her at the end of her training.

Across the room from them, Lord and Lady Burke were extolling the merits of our training which had transformed Lady Burke from a reluctant bride into a lusty sexual partner for her husband.

“Lord Burke, it would be my pleasure to welcome you and Lady Burke to one of my soirees if you were interested,” Bertie offered while casting a lascivious eye at the fulsome charms displayed by Lady Burke.

There came a knock at the door and Mildred, my wife, and partner, entered accompanied by a voluptuous woman who I presumed was the new teacher she had hired.

“Oh, sorry to interrupt,” she said. “I just wanted to introduce you to our new French teacher, Miss Emmanuel. We could come back when you are less busy, Master James.”

“Oh, you aren’t interrupting, Mistress Mildred,” Bertie interjected casting a lustful eye on the blonde siren who was accompanying Mildred.

“Miss Emmanuel, this is His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. He is one of the patrons of our Academy,” Mildred said as Bertie rose to kiss Miss Emmanuel’s hand.

Emmanuel blushed and made a cute curtsy to him.

“Now Bertie, for your information Emmanuel is off limits to you. She is strictly lesbian and submissive, our employment contract with her stipulates no relations with men. Now that I have seen her I deeply regret having agreed to that,” I said.

He smiled at her wistfully and said, “I regret that also as you are stunning. I would be delighted to have your company at one of my parties. I have many of my lady friends who would be delighted to get to know you better if that was acceptable to you.”

“Certainly, Your Highness, it would be my pleasure to serve them and service them,” Emmanuel replied.

“Good! That’s settled then, I will look forward to you demonstrating your skills. By the way, what is it that you are wearing?”

He was referring to her costume which was black and shiny and which molded each inch of her body in great detail. You could clearly see her nipples stretching the material of the bustier, and even the folds of her pussy were apparent at the crotch of what looked like panties made of the same material. You could see each detail of her body etched against the black glossy textile. That outfit coupled with thigh high silk stockings and a garter belt was for want of a better word, stimulating.

“It’s a new material, Your Highness, it is called latex. It was developed by the same people who make the ubiquitous Mackintosh Raincoats. I asked them to design this for me exclusively.”

“It must take some effort to put on. It appears as if it has been painted on you,” Bertie exclaimed.

“It is if you don’t know the trick.”

“What’s the trick?”

“Talcum powder. A liberal application will let you slither right into it and out of it,” she smirked.

“I might at some point exercise my royal privilege and ask you to demonstrate that for me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Emmanuel blushed as she answered, “For you your highness it would be my pleasure and my duty.” She ended with a little curtsy which I found endearing.

“Well, I have business to attend with Shelagh. She has volunteered to show me around the grounds and to introduce me to Snuggles, your Corgi,” Bertie said as he took Shelagh by the hand to lead her out.

Mildred snickered, “Bertie since when have you been interested in dogs.”

“Why, Millie, any animal that can appreciate this lovely young woman is surely worth meeting,” he answered with a wink as they left the room.

Lord and Lady Burke made their manners also. I was under the impression they were in a hurry to get home and experiment with Lady Burke’s new found skills. However, before they left, they agreed to return for graduation ceremonies in a couple of weeks, especially as Bertie had agreed to preside at the event.

“Well, Miss Emmanuel, I think you made a good impression on the Prince of Wales. He can be of great help to you in the future. He will be in measure to introduce you to several ladies who will certainly delight in your talents.”

“I hope so, Master James. He seems to be a decent man. I have to admit I felt a bit intimidated by him at first. He does seem to be a very decent person. Very open minded as compared to his mother.”

I laughed at her comment. “Emmanuel, he drives the old bat crazy. Well, I am glad to meet you and will leave Mistress Mildred to introduce you to your charges.”

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Lesbian Dominant and Submissive Training

“Girls, this is Miss Emmanuel who will be your French teacher.”

“Good morning, Mistress Emmanuel,” the class answered back in chorus.

“No girls, not Mistress but Miss. Miss Emmanuel is the antithesis of a Mistress. She will be teaching you French, but also she will instruct you in what it is to be a lesbian submissive slut and how to handle one.”

I watched as the three girls’ jaws dropped at my announcement and then sly smiles formed on their lips as they apprised their new teacher by examining from head to foot. I had carefully chosen this group as all three were either lesbian or bisexual and furthermore, all three were destined to go to homes where their role would be to service very submissive ladies either as companions or as housemaids.

“Now you will be expected to treat Miss Emmanuel in class with the utmost respect as it behooves you to treat all instructors at the Academy. I warn you that if you don’t, Master James will be the one who will discipline you in the dungeon. You might have heard of his reputation and of how severe his punishment can be for students who break the rules.

Now, during the sessions where you will be taught how to treat a submissive, we have another set of circumstances. There you will be allowed to call her ... what shall we call you in those circumstances Miss Emmanuel?”

“Mistress Mildred, I’m partial to Emm, or even slut Emm,” she answered.

“So be it, Emm you will be. Do you girls understand the rules?”

“Yes, Mistress Mildred,” they chorused back.

“Now, Miss Emmanuel your charges so to speak are; Alice, she is the sexy little blonde with the pert breasts and that deliciously rounded butt. May, the long-legged slender girl with the raven tresses and sparkling eyes. And last but not least tiny Rachel, with her deliciously pointed breasts and the auburn hair and the freckles. I will be leading the training for this first lesson myself.”

“Ooh! All my favorite flavors. I’m enchanted to meet you all,” Emmanuel said with a wicked gleam in her eye. I could swear she was almost drooling at that point.

“Now for today French lessons are canceled, we will have our first lesson in slut handling. So let us all assemble in the dungeon,” I said leading the way.

The dungeon wasn’t one of those dark and gloomy places you read about in Gothic novels. It was large airy and well lit. It was equipped with all the necessary accouterments for mastering a submissive including items such as a St. Andrews Cross, spreader bars, a spanking bench, various hoists and lifts to suspend the victim

Emm’s eyes gleamed like those of a child in a toy store at the sight. She went to a counter that displayed the smaller items such as nipple clamps, floggers, paddles, cuffs and various restraints and ran her fingers covetously over them.

She went to a mirror on the wall and peered at it curiously. “Is this what I think it is Mistress? She asked.

“Yes, Emm. It is a mirror so you can see yourself be humiliated and used. It is also a one-way glass where a privileged few will be able to witness what is being done to you and with you,” I answered.

“Girls, please sit down on the divans and pay attention. Emm, stand in the middle of the room with your legs spread and your hands placed behind your head.

“May, tell me what is your definition of a submissive?”

“Mistress Mildred, I’m not quite sure I know. Isn’t it someone who enjoys pain?”

“No, not quite. Yes, pain is an element, but it is not the main aspect. A submissive needs to submit to authority so it will be up to you young ladies to have that authority. A submissive gets turned on by serving her mistress. However, the mistress has to control when the sub can reach orgasm. It is never the subs decision.”

“Slut Emm, remove your clothes, just keep your stockings and garter belt on.”

The girls stared as Emm slithered out of her latex garments. Out popped a luscious mouth-watering mass of pert titty flesh. Creamy white mounds both topped by startling large pink nipples which seemed to beg to be devoured. They asked for hands fingers and mouth to toy with them.

When her latex knickers hit the floor, the group was treated to the sight of a perfectly depilated, puffy mons that was without the vestige of a hair. I walked over to her and slid my hand over it to discover not a trace of stubble.

“Slut, how do you get yourself so smooth?” I asked.

“It is a technique that originates in the Middle East, Mistress. It is called ‘Halawa’ and has been used for millennia. It is a mixture of water, honey or sugar, and lemon that removes all traces of hair. If you wish, Mistress I could teach you how to use it.”

“Maybe some other day, slut. Now go to the table and choose a collar to go around your neck. Bring it here and kneel at my feet.”

“Good Girl,” I praised her as she obeyed. I proceeded to put the collar around her slender neck as she knelt subserviently at my feet. “Remain on your knees and face the girls. Sit on your heels and spread your knees wide so they can see you. Back straight, tits thrust forward.”

“Okay, Girls, she is now in your hands to use as you see fit. I will be here to give guidance, but I want you to use your imagination as to what you do with this slut. Just keep in mind, no one can cause any permanent injury to her and she cannot cum till you allow it. Any questions?”

“Before you start, make yourself comfortable and let the slut see what she will have to please and service.”

As the girls shed their school tunics, bras, and panties Emm watched spellbound with a look of pure desire on her face.

I was curious to see which girl would take the initiative. To my surprise, tiny Rachel spoke first.

“Emm, open up your slutty pussy with your hands and show us how you finger yourself. Remember no cumming unless I tell you,” Rachel ordered with a smile on her face.

Blushing slightly, Emm complied. We were soon treated to the sounds of her fingers sloshing around deep in her hole. Juice was dripping from her splayed pussy and forming a small puddle on the floor below her.

Again shocking me, Rachel spoke up again, “Stop! Clean up the floor on which you made a mess. Use your tongue and lap up all your slimy cum.”

“Yes, Mistress Rachel,” Emm said red-faced as she hastened to comply.

“Stand up,” ordered Alice. “Turn around and spread your legs. Wide!”

As Emm complied she exposed her delightful white ass to our eyes.

“Now bend at the waist, reach back and show us your arsehole. Now that is such a cute dimpled anus. Do you enjoy when it is played with and fingered?” This from demurs gentle Alice.

“Yes. Very much, Mistress Alice.”

“Good, so shove a finger into it,” ordered Alice.

We watched in fascination as Emm reached between her splayed legs and thrust her index into her slutty ass. We watched it disappear till it was fully lodged in her anus.

“Now piston your ass. Fuck your arsehole with your finger, slut,” Alice ordered.

We could plainly see that Emm was enjoying the humiliation and subjugation from the glistening stream of juice that ran down her inner thighs as she fingered herself.

May, who had been gently stroking her pussy while watching spoke up, “Is your arsehole clean?”

“Of course, Mistress May. It is always important for it to be clean for a mistress’ pleasure.”

“I’m not sure,” May voiced. “Mistress Mildred is that an enema bag I see hung over there?”

“Yes, it is. Are you thinking of using it?”

“Yes, better be safe than sorry,” she giggled.

I distinctly heard Emm gulp at that. I pointed to a door at the far end of the room and told them it was an en-suite facility they should use. I also told May to pick up a leash hanging from a hook to attach to the collar and lead Emm to the facility.

The girls surrounded Emm and had her get on all fours as the attached the leash. She was a delightful sight with her bum high in the air. Rachel gave her some sharp spanks on the arse to get her moving in the right direction.

I decided to stay back and leave the girls to have their moment with Emm. I told them to make sure they all showered and used Emm to scrub them down before they came back out. Beyond Emm’s blushes, I could observe that she loved every moment. I was also very proud of my pupils having taken the initiative so fast with a minimum of coaching from me.

The four of them disappeared into the en-suite. I could hear giggles. Curious I went to the partially open door and listened to them as they directed Emm on to a table.

“Face down on that table, slut. Get your ass spread for us. That’s it.”

“Is the solution ready, Rachel? Okay just hang it on the hook over the table.” It seemed that May was coordinating things.

“Okay slut get ready while I shove that nozzle into your bum. That’s a tight fit. Want me to tickle your inner tissues with the nozzle first.”

“Mmm! Yes please, Mistress May.”

“Rachel, check her pussy. Is this turning her on?”

“Oh! What a nice tight pussy, May. It feels sopping wet. Her juices are dripping.”

“Have her lick your fingers clean, Rachel. Alice, you release the clamp, so the water starts to flow into her arse.”

I heard a grunt from Emm as the water gushed into her and filled her up. “Enough! She yelled. “I’m going to burst. Please no more.”

“We’re just starting, slut. Still a quarter of the bag to take then you will have to hold it in for five minutes. Alice, go outside and get me a butt plug as we need to plug her up till we decide she is cleaned out,” requested May.

Alice came out with a smile on her face, I directed her to a drawer where a variety of butt plugs were stored. She rummaged around and returned with a glass three and a half inch jeweled butt plug capped with a bright amethyst at the end. As she scampered back into the en-suite, she stopped gave me a passionate tongue kiss and thanked me for the new toy I had obtained for them.

Inside I could hear the groans and moans of poor Emm. It seemed that she was now full and the girls were toying with her pussy and tits while she was still impaled by the nozzle of the enema bag.

“Okay, Alice, get ready as soon as I pull out the nozzle stick the butt plug in her anus. On the count of three; One ... two ... three.” As soon as May finished the count an agonized scream erupted from Emm as her butt was stoppered by the plug.

I decided that now I had to see the sight, so I opened the door and stepped in to see Emm splayed across the table with her butt in the air and the jewel gleaming in her now distended orifice. The girls were taking turns fingering her pussy from behind while she moaned and writhed on the table.

“Mistresses, I need to cum. Please let me cum. I’m begging you,” Emm pleaded.

As soon as they saw Emm’s body start to quiver with need, they stopped and giggled while looking at her discomfort. Emm’s pussy was dripping with juice, and the girls were sampling the creamy mixture and feeding it to her parted lips. I decided to test for myself and tasted a thick creamy effusion that was sweet and tart. It was absolutely delicious.

“Now, slut, I am going to remove the plug go sit on the toilet and void the liquid,” ordered May.

The butt plug came out with a pop and Emm rushed to sit on the fixture with a look of blessed relief on her face. “Thank God that’s over,” she said.

“Over. Who said it was over?” asked May. “Now we have to rinse you from the soap we mixed with the enema. Get back in position for round two.”

“No please, not again,” whimpered Emm. “I will do anything you please but no more.”

Little Rachel laughed and said, “You will do anything we please anyway. Get up on the table. Ass in the air.”

With a crestfallen look, Emm assumed the position and the operation was repeated. After it was over, I told the girls to take Emm into the shower and wash her entirely and have her clean them. In the meantime, I would go and take care of a few tasks that required my attention.

I walked out of the dungeon to confirm a suspicion I had. James was sitting on the couch outside the cell watching what was transpiring through the one-way glass.

“Well, husband of mine, playing voyeur?”

“Millie, if we could capture those scenes on film we would make a fortune,” he said smiling at me. “In the meantime, I am amazed at how absolutely voluptuous that Emmanuel is. I regret that she shuns men, as does Bertie. Well at least she is decorative to have around, and I see your girls are enjoying her, and she also seems to be enjoying the girls.”

“On your way, James, I guaranteed to Emm that she would not be bothered by men, and I think you spying on her without her permission is a violation of the trust I want to build with her. So go. We’ll see later whether she would accept this type of intrusion.”

“Okay, Millie, I will trust you to sway her opinion at some point.”