Chapter 10: Study And Understanding

The morning started and Devon told Jeannette to use the restroom on this floor, let the girls know it's allowed for morning routine.

At Breakfast Devon dove right in. "Ann, we were talking last night, and we decided it was time to start living up to our slaves expectations, and so we're making a few small changes."

"Oh? They overdressed?" Ann asked smiling sweetly. "Those collars cover so much don't they?"

Rebecca giggled and said. "No, we need to start bedding them. Taking them to our beds. They expect a great deal more sex than they've been getting."

"So after sleep training, we're going to start to do just that." Devon said.

"Oh, feeling a little edgy?" Ann asked with a knowing smile.

"We're also going to be adding more Bondage, and this is something I was thinking about this morning." Devon said.

"Woke up thinking about tying up the girls? What a surprise." Ann said.

Andre chuckled and then laughed. "Wow."

Devon sighed and said. "As I was saying, we're adding some bondage. Rebecca how's Geneva's posture when she's not in class?"

"Like most novice slaves, she reverts to slouching as soon as she's out of class." Rebecca replied.

"Thomas is Diane still using her hands too much at station six?" Devon asked next?

"Yeah, we're working the problem, but she got used to it on two and four." Thomas answered.

"So here's what we're going to do. We're giving Geneva a posture collar and leather corset from downstairs. She's going to wear them all day through dinner. To improve her posture." Devon turned from Rebecca and to Thomas and said. "I want Diane's hands bound behind her on station six. Get a strap from downstairs, and bind them behind her, up high."

"Devon, how about wrist and ankle bindings as part of their uniforms? In addition to the collar." Thomas asked.

"Nice touch, makes binding them faster, and easier." Devon said. "We'll look at it."

"So now I'm to be trained in tying people up?" Ann asked innocently. "Who do I practice on?"

"There's only one way to learn that Ann." Thomas smiled at her.

Ann gave him a blank look and then turned to Devon. "Are you joking?"

"I didn't say that." Devon said smiling.

Ann shook her head and grumbled under her breath.

"Devon, if I may offer a quick suggestion before getting the items I'll need to wrap up Geneva. May I borrow her for a night, or two?" Rebecca asked.

Devon raised an eyebrow. Rebecca took this as Devon requesting an explanation. "I promised Geneva that I would make her lick me to several orgasms, and I'd reward her by allowing her to masturbate, and then chain her to my bed and let her sleep on the floor." Rebecca shrugged. "I'd hate to be accused of not keeping my promises."

Ann shook her head and looked at the table to avoid the looking at everyone else who was laughing.

"OK, so you want to sleep train her the old fashioned way? Fine with me." Devon answered.

"If it wouldn't be too inappropriate, I'd be willing to train Diane tonight." Thomas said.

Devon nodded. "Don't wear them out you all. We do need some work out of them. If they're stumbling on tired ankles all day, they're liable to get hurt." Devon said.

"Tired ankles?" Ann asked.

Andre answered as Thomas and Roberta moved to get the items and get to class. "Their ankles would be tired, because their legs were up all night."

Ann hung her head as Devon roared with laughter at the look on her face. "I give up."

"Let's go Ann, we have work to do." Devon said. "I believe it's no rest for the wicked?"

Ann shook her head and said. "Somebody tell me when I went insane."

Devon handed her some books and said. "Corporate reading list. These are the fantasies that our slaves base their version of slavery on. I'm afraid you'll have to read dirty books." Devon said seriously.

Ann sighed. "Are you going to mock me all day long?"

"No, but your expression was priceless." Devon said. "We're going to tour the training area, and then we're going to remove a door from one of the sleeping rooms, in anticipation of Cathy's arrival. This afternoon, we're giving a tour to Mistress Ariana, and her slave James."

"Finally a male slave." Ann said. "You're probably jumping for joy."

"A client's slave." Devon said. "I still want at least one here for us."

Ann shook her head and took the books to the trainer's offices. It was an open area with four desks, which were to be used to report on training and to perform other administrative duties.

After an hour or so Devon called to her. "I'm going to tour our trainees, and see how they're liking the addition of the bondage. Would you like to join me?"

"Certainly, I've been wondering if the descriptions of the bondage I've been reading is accurate." Ann said rising from her chair.

In Oral Arts, Diane was trying to pass station six. Her arms were bound painfully behind her in a leather arm binder that ran from her shoulder to her wrists. Thomas had shown little mercy in the binding. Devon looked in and gave a short nod to Thomas.

He walked to Ballet and looked in the doorway. Diane was wearing a posture collar, which extended her neck and made it impossible for her to turn her neck or to look down. Her skin was a bright red where Rebecca had been correcting her. Her waist was cinched tightly and painfully in a leather corset. Geneva's breasts were squashed painfully in the corset and it looked like she was in hell. One thing belied that impression, and that was the small smile on her face as tears ran down her cheeks. Devon looked at Ann and found her shaking her head. He gestured towards the stairs.

Down in the Dungeon he walked around the various items. Obviously debating what he would put Cathy, or others in this week.

He stopped beside a small cage, slightly larger than a dog cage. Too small for a person to stand, sit, or even lay down comfortably. He nodded and walked to a large wooden frame. He ran his hands over the bindings, and looked at the ankle bindings. He nodded again.

"Make a decision?"

"I think so, but I need your help." Devon answered. "Strap me into this please."

"What?"

"I'll talk you through it." Devon said. In ten minutes he was in the frame, his arms and legs stretched apart, his weight supported by his arms, and his legs. He nodded and said. "Yes. This will do nicely."

"For what?"

"To humiliate, degrade, and cause Cathy to start looking at her own soul. Leave me for an hour, then return and release me please." 

Ann had to be told a second time before she obeyed. She was at the top of the stairs looking at her watch almost constantly. She was listening for signs of distress.

After an hour, she walked down and over to Devon. He was there hanging in the chains. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be breathing slowly and deeply. "Devon?"

Devon opened his eyes. "Right on time. Excellent. If you'll release me now."

Ann moved to the wrist and then hesitated. She ran her hand along his arm and said. "I don't know, I think this is the first time I've had you at my mercy."

Devon smiled and tried to shrug. "I presume you can do whatever you wish now can't you?"

She looked at him and shook her head. "You wouldn't freak out if I walked in with a bullwhip would you?"

Shaking his head he had the same thin knowing smile. Diane gave his crotch a friendly squeeze. Then she undid his bindings starting with his wrist and then moving to the ankles.

Devon moved his limbs and said. "Ok, from now on we undo the ankles first. My sense of balance was suitably affected, which meant that we should start low and release our way up."

Devon walked up the stairs and to the Admin area. He sighed and sat down. "Almost lunch and then we have a tour. Thankfully your Father didn't come then, I think that little scene would have gone differently with an audience."

Ann nodded. Then she called out. "Jeannette. Has the Sheriff called us?"

"No Mistress." Jeannette said from the doorway.

"I think Mistress Ann is beginning to realize your value Jeannette." Devon said.

"Yes Master. Her wisdom is obvious." Jeannette said and then turned and went back to her desk.

"Shouldn't I give her a few lashes for that?" Ann asked smiling.

Devon shook his head. "No, but you could give her some bondage. Chastity belt and some nipple clamps perhaps."

"I meant to ask you, I borrowed something from Rebecca, and I wanted to clean it and give it back. I washed it, but she said sterilized. How does one sterilize something here?" Ann asked.

"Oh, the Monkey Rocker. We have wipes. Jeannette will show you. Roberta suggested I order one for you. We have one downstairs, I'll give you that one and order another one to replace it." Devon said.

Ann lowered her head blushing bright red. "You people have no shame. None at all."

Devon smiled for a moment and then he sighed. "I need to talk to you Ann, and make a request. I'm intending to have you observe much of Cathy's training here, asking questions of what you saw, and learning by observation."

"OK. I kind of figured that out." Ann replied. "What's the request?"

"Andre will be whipping Cathy, probably Tuesday afternoon, in the dungeon." Devon began.

"OK, so you want me to be unobserved? Where should I be for that?" Ann asked.

"Anywhere but the Dungeon. It will be by your standards extreme, and cruel. Andre will be whipping her to a state of extreme sexual arousal, and forgive me, you're liable to try and stop it at the wrong time."

"You don't want me watching the whipping? How badly is Andre going to hurt her?" Ann asked. "Planning on beating her into submission are you?"

Devon shook his head. "No, that doesn't work. Not on the first day. Takes months of continuous beatings. No, whipping her to a state of sexual frenzy, where she would do anything to fuck. I mean anything. However it appears quite barbaric to the uninitiated, and I'm afraid that is you."

Ann looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You have got to be kidding. You think you can whip someone into a sexual frenzy? Am I working for a madman?"

"No you aren't, and we've done it many times, and forgive me, you would have no idea what you were seeing. You would have to see it, or better yet experience it first hand to really understand. I don't think you're ready to do that, which means that you would better serve Cathy by being somewhere else but the Dungeon." Devon said.

Ann stared at him and then said. "If you instruct me not to go down to the dungeon, I will obey. I'll probably station myself on the stairs, and listen for safe word when she ends the play."

Devon nodded. "She'll be screaming, crying out in pain, in humiliation, and in anger. Listening to it may cause you to try and rush to her rescue. It would serve her purposes for you to do that. Ann, just avoid the training wing then."

Ann looked off and said. "You're going to torture the woman aren't you?"

"Not in the way you think, but yes." Devon said. "Once she's in a state of sexual need, we're going to lock her in that cage, and leave her, hands bound to the cage of course, to keep her from any relief."

Ann shook her head. "You can't whip someone into a state of sexual frenzy."

Devon smiled slightly. "Want to bet?"

Ann narrowed her eyes at him and said. "Let me guess, if I can last an hour I win?" 


"An hour would be a good start. Like another shot at the twenty grand?" Devon asked.

"Devon you're joking." Ann said.

"No, I'm serious. I never joke about money. This evening, after dinner, you go down with Andre, and you do it just like Cathy will, naked, hung and stretched, and whipped." Devon said. "You can work out the fine rules with Andre, for example, ignoring your pleas for sex."

"You think he could have me begging for sex by whipping me?" Ann said shocked. "You are insane."

"Ann, you've endured our skills at the hands of Jeannette. Let me guess, she placed one hand casually on your pelvic bone, notice I hadn't asked anything about that time until now, not even of her." Devon said.

Ann glared at him and then nodded. Devon continued. "That hand started to warm you up, get your sex talking to you didn't it?"

Ann hesitated again and then nodded. Devon continued. "That hand placement is strategic, much more so than it would seem at first. The whipping would have a similar reaction, only on a much larger, and more system wide. Cathy will be begging for sex, and would happily take on a dozen men in her search for relief. Andre is very good, among the best I've ever seen, which is why he's doing this. I believe in this task, he is slightly more competent than I am."

"No one can be made to want sex." Ann said defiantly.

"You were, last night with a belt." Devon said. "One hour at the lowest possible setting."

Ann looked out the window in mixed shame and humiliation. "How do you people know all of this stuff?"

"We've learned. We've studied, and we've taught." Devon said. "We were trained to be sex slaves, and then trained to be trainers."

"Jeannette touch, it was among the most delicate I've ever felt. Sometimes I couldn't tell if she was kissing, licking, or just breathing on me." Ann admitted. "I tried to ignore it, God knows I did. Her hand, it just rested there, and then before I realized it had moved, it was making small circles. Devon, I reacted, and big."

Devon nodded. "The buzzer told the tale, one and then two minutes later another beep."

"I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that she couldn't have done that to me. Now you want me to get whipped, so another of my prejudices will fall away. What happens if I like it? Does that make me a submissive in reality, and I should take my clothes off and put on a collar?" Ann asked quietly. "I can't do that Devon, I just can't."

"No it doesn't make you a submissive, no more than any of us other trainers. It would prove you are human, and give you insight into what Cathy will be feeling Tuesday afternoon or evening." Devon picked up a pen and looked at it. "The only difference is you won't be locked in a cage overnight, your frustration unattended. Hers will be."

"Are you sure that's really necessary?" Ann asked.

Devon nodded. "I need her to take her soul out and look at it, and see if she likes what she finds there. If I'm right, her submissive streak will start to really come out then."

"If you're wrong?" Ann asked.

"Then we teach her as many techniques as we can, and wish her and David a happy life." Devon said. "Because we've doomed them to misery. Cathy will keep topping from the bottom, and David will figure it out sooner or later. His ego will be smashed, and she'll move along, more jaded, more callously to the next victim."

"Is it really that important?" Ann asked.

Devon nodded. "It is. For them, and for us. This is very serious business."

Ann looked out the window. "If you don't have anything else for me, I think I'll walk about a bit, perhaps chat with Andre."

"He's a very talented trainer, you could learn a lot from him." Devon answered without any expression on his face.

Ann walked off and went upstairs, finding Andre in the day room reading a novel. He set it down and said. "Hello Ann, taking a break from following Devon around?"

"Yeah. Andre, Devon said he didn't want me in the dungeon when you're working Cathy over. Would you object to me being there?"

Andre frowned. "Ann, I'd suggest in fairly strong terms that you find something else to do, in another part of the house."

"Will it be that rough, really?"

"Yes, before, during, and after. Especially after." Andre said softly. "She'll be crying, sobbing, and screaming out her rage and frustration."

"Will it work?" Ann asked.

"The whipping? For the arousal, certainly. For the breakthrough that Devon seeks, I honestly don't know." Andre said. "I would take either end of the bet, it's that close a thing."

"Devon also suggested that I endure some of what Cathy will go through." Ann said.


"Devon is a very good whip handler." Andre replied.

"He said you were better." Ann said.

"I'm honored that he believes so."

"You won't speak ill of him at all will you?" Ann asked.

"Not in this lifetime." Andre said. "He's a brilliant trainer, and a gifted Master. There are those who are a little better than him at an individual task. There isn't anyone I've ever heard of that's better than he is at all of them."

Ann sat down. "About the whipping. Devon said I could work out the rules with you beforehand, to ignore my pleas for sex for example."

"If you request that, I will oblige you." Andre said.

"You wouldn't suggest that? The ignoring my pleas?" Ann asked.

"I wouldn't Ann. Forgive me, but you're a novice here, and you have no concept of what you're going to go through." Andre shifted to look directly at her. "We joke, we laugh, and we smile. In this we're comfortable with our skill and knowledge. Before I stop, you will be in a state of sexual frenzy unlike anything you've ever known."

Ann swallowed hard. It couldn't be that good could it? "Sexual frenzy? You make it sound like I'm going to lose all control."

"Ann, it's when you lose control, and I keep whipping you that the frenzy comes on. If you say no sex, I will comply. I would not suggest it."

Ann nodded slightly. "I don't believe I'll lose control Andre, but I won't ask for that limit. How should I dress?"

"In the chains, you won't be dressed." Andre said simply. "I suppose you could wear a thong, a small one, but I'll need access to everything."

"Yeah." Ann said rising. "I'll see you after dinner Andre."

"After dinner Ann." Andre said and returned to his book.

Ann walked out of the room wondering if it was going to be that good. Sexual Frenzy? Ann wanted to say it was impossible, but at the same time, she'd personally seen and experienced things that are supposed to be impossible. There were a lot of impossible things going on in this house.

Geneva was kneeling and looking up hopefully at Mistress Rebecca as the class ended. She was covered in red welts and had tried to please Mistress.

"Better Geneva, some improvement." Rebecca allowed. "You still want to hide that cunt from me. I don't appreciate that."

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'll do better." Geneva promised.

"I'll see that you do." Rebecca promised. "I want you to come to my room tonight. Now that you're in phase two, I'm allowed to use you from time to time. Tonight will be your first attempt to please me."

"Yes Mistress. I'll do anything to please you." Geneva said suddenly glowing with pride.

"If you do please me, I'll let you masturbate and entertain me." Rebecca said softly. "Perhaps I'll even let you use my Monkey Rocker, if you do your best that is."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Geneva said.

"Your class is finished. Go now, and see to your chores. After your chores are done, report to me in my room." Rebecca said with a wave of her hand.

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said and stood gracefully and walked out of the room. She was aware that she wasn't allowed to remove her collar or waist cincher until after dinner except as directed by a Master."

Thomas glanced at the clock and decided it was time. "That's enough Diane, I'm reasonably please with your efforts."

Diane pulled back and knelt awaiting Master Thomas to release her hands, and dismiss her.

"Stand slave." Thomas said and then did something he'd never done before. As part of the effort to draw out Diane and make her feel more appreciated, Thomas was about to do something that almost never happened at the old farms. He was going to study the slave and show appreciation for her attributes. In short, he was going to appear as though he was attracted to her.

Thomas lowered his gaze to her breasts, and then down to the bare crotch. Diane kept her head down, but noticed that Master Thomas was inspecting her. She almost raised her head expectantly, but kept it down. Thomas walked around her slowly as though examining her carefully. He ran a hand over her shoulder, and then as he walked around to the front of her ran his hand down to her breast. He rubbed a thumb over her nipple, and it immediately perked up beneath his touch. He rubbed it with his thumb for a moment and then gently brushed his hand across the sensitive underside of her breast.

Diane sucked in a breath at the pleasure she was feeling. She almost moaned in pure joy as Master Thomas examined her.

"As I recall, you've been shown as an initial pass in sleep training." Thomas said conversationally.

"Yes Master." Diane said. Thomas was the one who had shown her as a pass.

"Very well. You are to attend me tonight. After your chores are complete, you are to report to me prepared to please me slave." Thomas walked behind her and began to release her from the bindings that held her arms behind her.

Diane smiled and turned to him hopefully. Her head was up for once, it was usually down, and while people thought it was a sign of her submission, it was her way of hiding herself in plain view. "Yes Master."

"Good." Thomas said removing the last binding. He ran his hand down her head, pausing a moment at her shoulder, and then turning her slightly looked at her ass. "You're going to get rings in your cunt aren't you slave?"

"Yes Master."

"Then I'll have to start your anal training while your rings heal." Thomas said almost absent-mindedly.

Diane felt a rush of pleasure. Master Thomas liked her, or at least seemed to be pleased by her. Diane always thought she was unattractive. She thought her lips were too big, and her tits too small.

"Slave, your class is finished, go to your chores now." Thomas said smacking her ass playfully.

Diane jumped and said. "Yes Master, thank you Master." She hustled out of the room trying to ignore the twitching of her sex.

Jeannette was done with the daily filing and was already done cleaning the staff area. She knew she was stretched too thin, but with the other two in classes, there wasn't much they could do except keeping the training area cleaned. That was about all they would be able to manage.

After Lunch they toured the facility with Ariana and James. Ariana had heard of the miracles that Devon had been doing, and was very interested in the possibility that James may be taught some of these tricks. "Especially, I want him to be able to give pleasure to me Devon."

"Of course, that would be a course heavy in oral arts, grace and poise, and orgasm control." Devon said.

"Would a week be enough?" Ariana asked.

"Two would be better, a month would be priceless." Devon had said. "In a week, we can have him gliding instead of strutting. His orgasms would take a little longer. His oral arts would be improved."

"Would I be able to test him after a week? See how much progress you've made?" Ariana asked ignoring James who walked behind her with his head down and mouth shut.

"We have guest rooms for visiting Dom's in the trainers wing. These rooms are suitable for testing a slave in training." Devon answered.

Ann followed as silent as James. She looked at him. He was fairly strong looking. He worked out, probably at the order of Ariana. He meekly walked behind her though. Ann wasn't really turned on by him. In fact, she thought he was an insult to men, and the idea that Devon and Andre, and Thomas for that fact, were once like that was disturbing. They were so masculine now, so confident, and so desirable.

"I'll think about this Devon, I'll admit to being quite impressed with your facility. It is very impressive." Ariana said looking pointedly at Devon's waistline.

Devon bowed his head slightly. "Thank you Ariana, it's always nice to have your work appreciated."

They left and Devon said. "OK, we'll get him next week, unless I miss my guess. Ariana wants a slave that can do miracles with his mouth."

Ann smiled knowingly. "Who wouldn't?" Then she walked off to read some more at her desk.

Diane was finding herself in trouble today. Mistress Rebecca was not pleased that Diane hadn't presented herself a little more openly when Slave cunt was ordered. Diane didn't want Mistress to see how damp she was. Master Thomas had ordered her to report to his room after dinner and chores, to live test her sleeping after sex with Master. She wanted to please Master Thomas very much. He was cute, and a Dom, and he was also kind of tender and considerate. She desperately wanted to straddle him and make him come deeply within her.

Geneva had removed the Posture collar on orders. She was ordered to report to Mistress Rebecca the same way that Diane had been. Mistress Rebecca had told her that Geneva would first lick Mistress to at least four orgasms, then if she had performed that task well enough, would be allowed to masturbate, with a rocking dildo syban thing. Geneva would be permitted up to two orgasms, if she made the show entertaining. Then she would be chained to the bed and ordered to sleep on the floor like a dog.

Geneva loved that image, it was one she had read about a few years ago, and always liked. The slave, sleeping on the floor beside the Master's or Mistress's bed. Chained up and told to be quiet. Possibly given a large glass of water right before bed, and told that if she woke Master she'd be punished, if she wet herself, more punishment. Oh the joy of this.

Thomas saw the signs, and knew Geneva wasn't just happy, she was ecstatic. This was certainly a good idea. Letting the slaves live out their fantasies while working to become true service slaves. The Corset cut her movement ability but Thomas left it on her. Master may want her to wear something uncomfortable like that, for their amusement.

Thomas made a mental note to include more bondage in Geneva's training. He kind of liked the look she had wearing that black leather corset. Perhaps adding some heels, or ballet torture shoes. No. Diane with her extremely narrow body would be better for the ballet torture shoes, walking everywhere on tip toes. Geneva would be better in an open cup Waist Cincher with a butt plug and Chastity belt. No shoes, just bare feet and perhaps a ball gag around her neck, waiting to be shoved in her mouth to keep her used to being open for Master's pleasure.

Diane assumed the position of slave cunt properly and Rebecca spoke softly into her ear. "Oh, little slave was trying to hide herself from Mistress? Were you ashamed that your hungry little cunt was hoping for some action?"



"Yes Mistress." Diane said. "Forgive me Mistress."

"Perhaps I should put you on restriction, put you in a chastity belt to teach you to offer yourself to us whenever we wish?" Rebecca teased.

"No Mistress, please, Master Thomas wishes me to attend him tonight." Diane said with tears of shame on her cheeks.

"Oh does he?" Rebecca said running the cane down her back. "He always did like the skinny little sluts. Ones with big full lips." Rebecca said softly dragging the cane back up along her back. "I bet you can't wait to be on your back, legs up in the air, letting him fuck that hungry little cunt. Don't you want him to take you like that slut?"

"Yes Mistress." Diane sobbed, knowing her wet pussy gave her away, knowing that lying to Mistress was a sure way to get her even more upset.

"Well, because I don't wish to interfere with Master Thomas's pleasure tonight, I think I'll let the caning you got a few minutes ago suffice as punishment for your pride." Rebecca said. "Hide that hungry little cunt from me again slave, and you'll be drawing social security before you get something in it again."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Rebecca said with gratitude obvious in her voice. "I'll do better Mistress."

"Yes, you will. Because we won't tolerate anything less." Rebecca said. "One more time, let's run through things, and when you're done, I'll be generous and teach you one of Master Thomas's favorite positions."

"Thank you Mistress." Diane said. She performed each move perfectly, putting her concentration into pleasing Mistress Rebecca.

Diane learned a new position, Slave Throat. While she wasn't trained in deep throat cock sucking yet, she liked that Mistress Rebecca was going to help train her to satisfy Master Thomas. Diane was on all four's, her head looking directly forward, mouth open. She knew that a straight line existed from her lips to her ass, which theoretically meant that a master with a four-foot cock could fuck her mouth and have it coming out of her ass. Granted her stomach and intestines would be ripped out, but the image was quite erotic, and very dirty.

"Satisfactory slave, now you understand that you may not hide things from us. Even your desire." Rebecca said. "That is enough for today. Off with you."

As Diane left Rebecca smiled slightly. That little girl was going to make a fine slave. She was horny, of course, civilian slaves were. However, she had such a desire to please that it made training her easy. Often Rebecca had to find an excuse to be harsh, which is what Diane expected. Rebecca returned the cane to the stand and walked from the classroom, leaving the door open so that the slaves could clean the room.