Chapter 62: Practical Slave Keeping

When I got back to the Prep Centre the Owner's Course was in its final sessions. I looked in on one of the practical sessions through the viewing panel. The trainee was sitting in an armchair as Sarah appeared in the room.

"You sent for me, Sir," she said.

The trainee looked uncomfortable. "Yes, err, slave," he said, "I did."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"What was it you wanted, Sir?" Sarah said, trying to be helpful.

"Err, oh, err, yes," he was fumbling with some papers, obviously his notes from the earlier sessions. "Ah, yes. Naked. Can you take your clothes off, slave? I want to see you naked."

Uncharacteristically, Sarah looked back blankly at him. I remembered that for some of the sessions Sarah was supposed to act 'difficult'.

The trainee seemed non-plussed by her lack of response. He got to his feet. "Come on girl, get on with it. Take those clothes off. All of them. Now!" he blustered. "You're supposed to do as you are told, aren't you? Why won't you do as I say?"

Sarah stood still, staring blankly ahead of herself.

"What am I supposed to do to get you to do as you are told?" The man was looking around him in confusion. "You're a slave. Do as you are told! Now!"

"I don't want to, Sir. I don't like taking my clothes off. It's not nice of you to ask me."

"Not nice! Not NICE! What's nice got to do with it? Look just do as you are told, will you?"

"No, Sir, I don't want to do that."

The man sank back into his seat, holding his head in his hands. "Oh this is hopeless," he said. "I'm never going to be able to cope with this."

Sarah walked across and knelt beside him. "Oh, it's not so difficult," she said sympathetically. "Look, you just have to be firmer with the slave, more decisive. Threaten to punish them. Actually punish them if necessary. You remember the acronym don't you? GRIP? Get a GRIP?"

"Oh, yes," the man looked more cheerful. "Yes, GRIP. G — Give clear orders, R — Repeat to make sure they are understood, I — Insist that they are obeyed and threaten if necessary, P — Punish if they aren't." He got to his feet again, pulling himself up to his full height. "Right, let's see. You! Get undressed. Now. Straight away. Take off that blouse immediately and then the skirt. Do it girl!"

Sarah got to her feet, seeing that he was being much more decisive than before. She still wasn't hurrying to comply though.

"Haven't you understood? Let me say it again. Take. Off. Your. Clothes. That's not complicated is it?"

"No, Sir, but..."

"Don't answer back, I don't want to hear another word from you until you are naked. You'll obey me now," he said getting into his stride, "and if you don't you'll be beaten." He pulled a stick from the selection on the wall of the training room and tapped it on Sarah's arm. "Come on, unbutton that blouse." Sarah still delayed. The tap became a blow and then another on the other arm. Now Sarah started to work at the buttons of her blouse. "That's better," he said growing in confidence. "Keep going." Another tap followed as soon as Sarah showed any sign of slowing. She unfastened the cuffs of the blouse and pulled it off. "Better," the man said. "Now the skirt and be quick about it." More taps to the arm encouraged Sarah to unfasten the waistband of her skirt and to unzip it, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. "That's not enough. Bra and panties next. Get on with it." This time the blow from the cane was heavier and came down on her thighs.

"Oww," yelped Sarah in genuine pain, "that hurt."

"Of course it did, slave. That's why you should do as you are told more quickly. Naked, I said and quickly." Now Sarah did as she was ordered and was soon standing before the man, naked except for the collar that she as all slaves in the centre, wore all the time. "That's better he said. "Now get over to the wall. Over to the wall. Face it. Hands on your head. That's right. And stand up straight girl or you'll be beaten again. Understand?"