Chapter 25: Decisions

Ann woke more than an hour before her alarm was due to ring. She hadn't had a nightmare, which was surprising. The idea that she was being groomed to take over the Academy, and it's dozen employees, and it's reputation, frightened her like nothing else had since she started working here. Ann sat and stared out the window, trying to decide what she could, or should, do. There wasn't anything obvious but there was something she could do. The question is, should she?

At 6:45, she opened her door and followed Jeannette to Devon's room. She was already showered and dressed, ready to face her day. It promised to be a busy day, if she was able.

"Good morning Jeannette." Devon said as Jeannette opened his door. Turning he saw Ann and raised an eyebrow. Ann gestured towards Jeannette and Devon complied, he issued the morning orders to Jeannette and she turned to leave.

Ann held up a hand. She was supposed to teach this morning, a class for Geneva. "Devon, can we change the plan a bit. I'd like to take the day off, I need to do some things, alone."

Devon looked at her for a moment. "I'll be teaching Geneva this morning Jeannette, everything else remains the same."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and left.

Ann waited, she expected a question, or a polite inquiry. When it became apparent that Devon was waiting for her to talk, Ann bit her lip. "Devon, I need to talk to a couple people, I just need to take off for a day."

Devon nodded. "It's yours, take the time you need Ann." She wasn't running, she was backing away, and Devon understood that. She wanted to back away and take a look at her life, her career choice, and her future, before she committed herself. She'd done the same thing before taking the job here in the first place, and Devon already knew what her answer would be. He suspected she knew it too.

Ann turned and stopped at his door. "Devon, I won't lie to you, I'm scared."

"Nothing to be afraid of Ann, before you assume the mantle, you'll be ready for it." Devon said softly. "I've never pushed you beyond where you were comfortable, and I won't."

"Devon, I think I could do it, but if I'm wrong, so many people depend on you. They would be depending on me, and..." She let the sentence end awkwardly.

"And you're afraid that if you aren't as good as I think you are, or you aren't really cut out for this, that all those people would suffer your mistake." Devon finished the thought for her. "I know it too well. Dominique does too as a matter of fact. There hasn't been a lead trainer that hasn't known that fear."

"How do you do it?" Ann asked looking back at him. "How do you do what you do Devon?"

"I do the best I can." Devon admitted. "I'm very good, perhaps even as good as everyone says I am. In the end, I'm human, and as we know, I make mistakes too."

Ann nodded. "That's what scares the hell out of me Devon." She turned and walked out the door, passing the house slaves, two of whom were staying in the staff wing to clean up, there being more than were suitable facilities with the trainees right now.

Ann got her keys and her purse, and turned on her cell phone for the first time in months. She left the house, taking her car, and wondered what she was doing. First stop, a diner somewhere, just to eat food with regular people.

Twenty minutes later, she was convinced that this was a huge mistake. The regular people were assholes. They talked too loud, were boorish in their mannerism, and a couple were giving her lewd looks that bordered on insulting. After breakfast, she went to visit her old boss, and her friend. Jack Mitchell was arriving at the station on time, exactly at 8:30, as he had for the last twenty years. He saw Ann and waved her in.

After pouring them both a cup of coffee, and telling the Watch Commander to brief him in later, he closed the door to his office. Ann sat where she had before, on the couch next to the wall. "Uncle Jack, Devon said he told you that he saw me taking over his job, taking over the Academy." Ann began.

Jack nodded. "Yeah Ann, he did." He looked long and hard at the coffee cup. "How are you doing out there?"

"Not bad." Ann admitted. "I just found out last night, when he announced he was sending me to California to demonstrate for some actors that are going to film a Psudo Academy for the products we've patented and are licensing to a company."

Jack considered. "Filming in California?"

Ann smiled slightly. "Yes, we'll train them here for a week, teach them to fake it, then they'll film elsewhere. Devon won't break the agreement Uncle Jack, you know that."

Jack nodded. "I didn't think he would." He leaned forward and looked across his desk at Ann. "So what can I do for you Ann, do you want me to talk you out of this? I tried that once."

"Do you think I can do this? Do you think I can run that place?" Ann asked.

Jack leaned back. "A year ago, I would have said no. Six months ago, I would have said I doubt it." He looked at Ann. "I'll tell you something else Devon told me. He said I had given you a raw deal, I should have treated you like any other Deputy, and let you fly, or fail, on your own."

Ann looked at Jack surprised. "He did?"

Jack nodded. "He was right by the way, I did sideline you. I just couldn't bear the thought of telling your folks that you'd been hurt, or killed."

Ann felt warmth for this old man who had looked out for her for as long as she'd been alive. "I guess I can understand that."

"It took me a while to understand it." Jack admitted. "He was right about one other thing too. He said in the whole county, the only place where your Uncle Jack Mitchell couldn't influence your future was out there, with him." Jack paused and sipped coffee. "I guess your flying along pretty well, if he told you his plan."

Ann nodded thoughtfully. "Do I do it Jack? Do I try to do it?"

Jack looked at her and frowned. "I don't like that school, you know that."

"I know but Jack, I've known you as long as I've been alive, and I need to hear your advice."

Jack settled back. "Yeah, you do it Ann."

"Why?"

"Because he's right. Everyone has to fly or fail, on his or her own merits. Right now, you're flying along fine, at least I guess so." Jack admitted. "If he's opened the plan to you, then he expects you to succeed, and I don't think he's wrong very often."

Ann sat silent for a long time, considering the words she'd heard. Finally she nodded slowly, and looked at the man she had called Uncle Jack as long as she'd been alive. This man was her Father's best friend, and had been as long as they'd both been alive. "Thanks Uncle Jack, I know you're busy."

"Never too busy for you Ann. You know that." Jack said.

Ann glanced at her watch and made another decision. Proving that Jack knew her as well as he thought he did, he answered the question before she mentioned it. "Yeah, he'll be at work now, your Mom should be home though."

Ann nodded again. "See you later Uncle Jack."

Outside, she dialed the number that she'd dialed ten thousand times, the one that led home. She needed to touch base, to touch a symbol of her old life, before she truly embraced this new life, then she had work to do.

Her Mother wiped tears from her eyes as she welcomed her Daughter home. Ann managed to contain her own emotions, better than her Mother anyway. "Mom, I wanted to talk to you, I know it's been a long time."

"Almost five months since you stormed out." Judy told her.

"I know, it's been a busy time. I've been working hard."

"Jack said you were doing fine out there, said he saw you when there was some problem or another. Your Father wouldn't hear about it, so I couldn't ask him either."

Ann briefly filled in the details and highlighted what had happened. Then she sat next to her Mother on the couch. "Mom, Devon, the lead Trainer, the head of the operation, is planning on passing the torch to me."

"You?" Judy asked surprised. "You are already a; what did you call it, a Dominatrix I think you said?"

Ann shook her head. "Not much more to learn, another couple months. He's talking in a year, or two. He'll leave and set up another facility somewhere else, Florida I think, perhaps California. Anyway, he wants to leave this one to me."

Judy stared at her daughter and softly said. "Are you that good at it?"

Ann shrugged. "I'm good, they're good, real good Mom. I'm just scared, that's why I'm here, I don't know if I can do this."

Judy listened as Ann described the type of training she oversaw. Leaving out the details of learning it herself. She described the people they were helping. Reaching Cathy, giving Diane more self assuredness, giving Geneva stability. Giving Crystal somewhere safe to explore her own life, her own psyche.

"Ann, I can't believe all that really goes on." Judy admitted. "It just wasn't even discussed like this with my Mother. She would have had a heart attack. None of my friends would have even considered watching someone practice oral sex. It's almost more than I can imagine."

Ann nodded knowingly. "I know, I still get a little uncomfortable from time to time. But they're patient with me too, and they like me there Mom. I get to help a few people, make some money, and perhaps we can really put a stop to some dangerous practices in the world. Things that get people hurt, or killed." Ann said softly.

"Those things really happen?" Judy asked with an edge of fear to her voice. "People really get stuck by needles, and the other things you mentioned?"

"Not at the Academy, not ever. That's one reason Devon wants me in charge, he knows I'll never allow those things." Ann said seriously.

Judy looked at Ann. "I can't tell you to do this, I just can't."

Ann looked at her Mother and nodded her understanding. "I get it Mom, thanks for listening though." Ann moved to get up and a hand on her arm stopped her.

"Ann I'll ask you this. Do you enjoy your work? Your life?"

Ann nodded. "Yeah I do. Strange as it sounds, they're good people Mom, they take care of me, and I take care of them. We all need each other." Ann waved a hand helplessly. "I know it sounds crazy, but we do make up a sort of family out there, and we're doing good things."

"Ann, follow your heart, you know the answer, you knew it before you came here." Judy said with wisdom from many years of experience.

Ann bit her lip. "What if I screw it up too?"

"Then it wasn't meant to be, and you take what you learned here, and apply it to whatever you settle on next." Judy said softly.

Ann nodded, and wiped an eye. The decision made, she stayed and chatted with her Mother for another hour, finally checking her watch and deciding it was time. She had a couple more errands to run, and they were in the city.

An hour before dinner, she parked her car behind the Kitchen at the Academy. She entered and found Diane and Geneva in the kitchen. They didn't look especially busy. "There are some packages in my car, take them up to my room right away."

"Yes Mistress." Diane said as she and Geneva moved for the door.

Walking through the Dining Room and into Admin, she saw Jeannette at her normal desk, and walked by to Devon's office, through the open door, and found him sitting behind his desk, what would be her desk one day, and sat before it. "Devon, did Dominique call?"

"No, should she have?" Devon asked.

"I spent half the day with her, in town. Right now, Diane and Geneva are taking some things up to my room." Ann said. She considered for a moment. "We got me a laptop, and other things that would scream success to the phonies in LA."

Devon nodded. "The toys of the powerful, I'm sure she picked good ones."

Ann nodded again. "So am I, and I'm not quite a computer nerd, but I'm not an idiot." She shifted mental gears. "Devon, I'm scared, and I'm not sure you've made the right choice. But I'll do my best."

Devon leaned back. "Ann, that's all any of us can do, we strive for perfection, knowing we'll never reach it. Knowing we'll fall short. We only hope it's not too short, that we at least accomplish the other goals we set for ourselves, and others."

Ann took a deep breath. "OK, I'm going to put together that list for you. I'm concerned about Diane's hang up, her deep throat issue."

Devon nodded slightly. "I worked on it today, and she managed to take the smallest probe without gagging."

"How come you were able and Thomas wasn't?" Ann asked. Then she frowned. "Not right, sorry, what did you do differently?"

Devon shrugged. "I distracted her a bit, and then slid it into her throat when she wasn't looking."

Ann chuckled. "You'll have to show me that sometime."

"Certainly." Devon said with a smile. "One of the tricks that comes with experience."

Diane knocked on the door. "Mistress, your packages are in your room. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes Diane, as you saw that's a laptop, and I've got a new smart phone. I want you familiar with them before we head to California. That way you are able to help me send reports home on what we find." Ann said without glancing at Diane.

"Yes Mistress." Diane replied.

"Good. You can return to your chores now." Ann said.

Devon smiled as Diane left. In a softer voice he said. "When you spend time with Dominique, you become more like her. More in control, more sure of yourself."

Ann stood and headed for the door. "She's got a very strong sense of presence."

Devon watched her leave and returned to the training report he was typing. Diane had managed the slender flexible probe without too much trouble. The hang up was fear, and only partially fear of gagging. Devon noted his suspicion that the real problem for Diane was fear of failing.

After dinner Ann sent for Diane as she opened her new laptop and linked it to the local network. She tapped the password to it into her iPhone as well, and soon was all networked in. Taking Dominique's advice, she opened an email account with another carrier, one for more personal information, keeping the business one business.

Diane arrived and knocked on her door. Ann called for her to enter. Signaling for Diane to kneel she said. "Diane, I want us to spend some time together, over the next few days, so we learn to communicate without words. I think there are times when I'll want your input, and I don't think we'll want them in on it."

"Yes Mistress."

"When you're not in training, find me, and attend to my needs." Ann told her next.

"Yes Mistress." Diane said. Then she hesitated. "Mistress, do you mean like Jeannette does Master Devon? Bring him coffee and other things he needs?"

Ann nodded. "Yes, just like that. When we're in California, I want to be able to keep them off balance, I want them to be confused as to our position, authority, and influence."

Diane considered. "I believe I understand Mistress."

Ann smiled and tapped Diane on the head. "I expect this was a surprise to you Diane, and before you question our wisdom, an event that would result in a rather severe punishment, I should tell you this. If Master Devon had offered me a slave to go with me, I would have selected you anyway."

"Mistress, Jeannette is the lead." Diane said, not objecting, but merely pointing out her status.

"Yes she is, and like Master Devon, she's needed here for this. She needs to be looking at things from a regular persons point of view, as well as a slave. She had a good talent of understanding how people will react to things, from the point of view of a slave. You have a good talent of obedience, and of extremely loyal service. You are going, where we need you to go, and doing what we need you to do." Ann explained.

Diane lowered her head a bit in embarrassment. "Mistress." She hesitated. "Thank you Mistress."

Ann nodded. "OK, I have a laptop here, and these are the programs we're liable to be using." Ann showed her the email, web browser, and a couple others.

"No problem Mistress, I know all those programs." Diane confirmed.

"Good. We have less than two weeks, and during that time, I'll need to round up some more clothing for you, something suitable for a slave accompanying me to California." Ann said as she considered. "Of course, I'll have to get some bindings to take with us. I wouldn't want you thinking you are on some sort of vacation."

Diane smiled. "Yes Mistress."

Ann smiled down at her. "Diane, are you supposed to attend anyone tonight?"

"No Mistress, only you." Diane said, knowing what was coming next.

"Then you'll attend me." Ann said running her hand down through her hair, and caressing her cheek. "I've found you suitably skilled to entertain me."

"Thank you Mistress." Diane said smiling up at Ann.

Ann wasn't alone in feeling a little randy. While she'd been talking with Diane, Rebecca had walked across the hall to Andre's room, and entered it closing the door behind her.

Thomas wandered down the hallway, and found Geneva watching TV in the dayroom. Deciding she would do, he signaled to follow him. She did so without any comment or question. Hitting the power button on the remote. Whatever Master wanted was fine with her.

Thomas closed his door and looked at Geneva carefully. "Your nose, it's well?"

"Yes Master, a little tender is all."

Thomas nodded. "When that's over, you'll return to Oral Arts training." He stepped a little closer and reached out caressing Geneva's breast. Geneva tried to lean into the caress. Thomas saw she longed for attention, and then decided she was a phase three student, it was time she learned how to make love, as a slave of course.

He walked behind her, keeping his hand on her breast, gently rolling her nipple with it's gold ring between his fingers. He spoke into her ear gently as she began to breath more deeply. "Sometimes, a Master may wish to have a slave attend him in a more gentle manner. More like the traditional making love that couples do. The duty of the slave is obvious isn't it?"

"Yes Master." Geneva breathed. "The slave must do whatever the Master wishes."

Thomas breathed the next words into her ear. "We don't always want a rough and tumble fuck. Sometimes, we want to caress, touch, play, and tease."

Licking her lips, her temperature already shooting up as Master Thomas snuggled closer to her from behind, his clothed body touching her nakedness, making her feel more vulnerable. Geneva managed to speak. "Yes Master."

"Slave, you are to attend me, and I want to make love to night, slow, sensuous, and tender. I want to come, deeply within you, and I want you to enjoy yourself." Thomas breathed into her ear as he kissed her neck.

Geneva hesitated. "Master, please tell me, am I to make love? I mean, am I to touch, caress too?" She was panting already.

"Yes. No restrictions on Orgasms enjoy the experience, but always with an eye to pleasing your Master." Thomas said softly as he licked her ear.

Geneva didn't wait to be told again, He moved one hand and gripped his arm, her other hand reaching back, finding Thomas's leg, and then his cock, already stiffening behind her, trapped by the trousers. She turned and found herself drawn into an embrace, and she kissed her Master, deeply, tongues flicking, playing, teasing. Geneva gripped his head tightly, and melted into the embrace. She allowed him to lead. To do with her as he pleased. She was to be an attentive lover tonight, that had been explained in sufficient detail, and yes by God, she would enjoy it.

Geneva hadn't made love since she was in the Army, not counting the times with the other slaves. She found the experience, of sex, with more emotion, even more arousing than being fucked silly by Master Andre had been. Even though that experience had been so intense as to cause her to pass out from the constant climaxes. No, it wasn't more arousing, it was just different is all.

Thomas gently guided her to the bed, laying her down on it, and joining her while continuing to kiss and caress her. He whispered into her ear again. "Slave, remember that your duty is to your Master, remember that always."

"Yes Master." Geneva breathed as she reached for his shirt. She hoped he would be pleased, she intended to be attentive.

As she kissed her way down his neck, licking and teasing his hairless chest, she took a moment and caressed his small dark nipples with her tongue. Her mind floated, trusting her body to do what it felt was right. In sex, she'd long ago learned that the thing to do was just let go, and enjoy yourself. Don't spend too much time thinking about it, just enjoy the moment.

Thomas felt her open his trousers, and free his cock from it's confinement. She stroked it lovingly. He sensed her hesitation. "Slave, I know your nose hurts, don't do anything that will cause you pain."

Geneva smiled and nodded. Then she sucked his cock gently, caressing it with her tongue, but not going all the way down. Afraid of bumping her nose on his body, she kept towards the top half. She stroked him with her hand, something that was frowned upon after phase one, and found him fully erect in a few minutes.

Thomas decided to test her ability to accept Master's attentions. He rolled her off of him, and then started to kiss his way down her body. Taking great patience with, and great pleasure in, playing with her breasts. His hands roamed her body, finding her legs parting easily, opening herself to him naturally. He found her wet, willing.

Geneva felt her eyes nearly jump out of her head as Thomas kissed past her breasts, and then passed her navel. In a million years of thinking of serving Master she never would have thought to herself that Master might want to taste her. She was to get ready for him, to help him get ready, not the other way. As he settled between her legs, he began to use his own training, and Geneva couldn't help but let a low moan as his tongue flicked across her labia. As he continued to lick and suckle her sex, she had no idea what to do with her hands, but what nature demanded, was now becoming urgent. She felt the arousal increase, growing in intensity, and she felt him flick across her clit.

Thomas felt her hand in his hair, and smiled. She was really enjoying this. His tongue plunged into her tunnel and lapped up her juices. If there was a taste on earth he loved more than this, he didn't know it. Thomas had a fantasy, one he was afraid of even considering, but here, it was almost possible. In the movie Deep Throat, the original, they had put soda in a woman's' cunt, and then sipped it out by straw. Thomas wanted to do that, but was afraid of admitting it to himself, and others. Perhaps one day, he would decide it was safe to try and he'd see if it tasted as good as he suspected it would.

Geneva rode her climax out and realized she was holding Master Thomas's head, which had to be wrong. She quickly let go and looked down apologetically. "Master, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Thomas asked as he kissed her thigh. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You attended my desires, by allowing me to attend to something I enjoy."

Geneva was a bit off balance, and as he kissed and licked his way back up her body, decided that from now on, she'd focus on his pleasure. Not her own. He settled with his cock near her entrance and he smiled and kissed her. As she kissed him back, she tried not to melt into the kiss. He was a good kisser, and the taste was erotic as hell.

His cock bounced near her pussy. She realized he was playing, poking her gently with it, playing with her. He was having fun? Not at her expense, certainly not. No, he was having fun with her.

Thomas saw the light come on in her eyes, the light that said she got it. She smiled up at him and she raised her eyebrows, as if asking what he thought he was doing. He adjusted himself, controlling his cock so it slid up and down her slit. She reached down herself, finding him, and lining him up with her entrance. He eased forward, gently, her wet lips easily opening, parting for him. She tilted her head back, and moaned lightly as he slid into her. He kissed her lips, which were parted slightly in passion as she panted hot breaths.

She raised one leg, wrapping it around him, keeping the other out of the way. She wasn't thinking. She was feeling, and that seemed to be what Master Thomas wanted, and she certainly wasn't going to complain.

Thomas slowly trusted into Geneva, and continued stroking his cock along her rings, knowing that his shaft was really stimulating them. Geneva moaned deep in her throat, and then her hands which were on his waist tightened. Her leg wrapped around him pulled him deeper into herself. She cried out softly as her climax kicked out and Thomas lowered his head, taking one of her nipple rings between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. Geneva's hands instinctively moved to his head, holding him there, her pleasure obvious.

After her third climax, Geneva rolled over, as directed, and mounted Master Thomas. She hadn't heard a command, hadn't needed to. She was following his lead, just doing what he seemed to want her to. It was just sex, and she'd done it before, perhaps not a million times, but often enough that it was a comfortable experience. She slowly slid up and down his shaft, and he took her hands in his. She interlaced her fingers with him, and rocked gently, riding his cock, feeling full, and feeling very good about it all. She swayed to a rhythm that was pure instinct. Thomas eased her back, raising his legs slightly, so she could rest on his thighs. She now had his cock pressing hard on her G Spot, and she ground down with the feeling of pleasure so incredible, so complete, that she was in true paradise.

Thomas lowered his hand, his thumb strumming her clit, making her ring dance. Geneva moaned and then cried out as she came again. She couldn't stay up, her body reacted, to protect the clit which was far too sensitive now. She lay across him, her breasts pushing heavily on his chest. She raised her head, his hard cock inside. She smiled at him. She lowered her head and kissed his neck, licking along the edge of the ear, still needing no words, no instructions. Understanding that she was bringing him pleasure, while she enjoyed the pleasure too.

Thomas urged her to move faster, and she responded immediately. His cock was rock hard now, his balls tight. He wanted to come, and he wanted to shoot deep inside her. Geneva was bucking in his lap, riding him harder, faster, without any urging. She sensed he was close, and wanted him too. She felt him start to pulse and she ground down, joining him, her rings sending her over the edge again. Hers was smaller than the earlier ones, but nice just the same. Every orgasm can't be a mind blowing experience that caused her to black out. She felt him start to shrink within her and she decided to keep the scenario going. She kissed along his neck as he fell free of her cunt. She licked down his chest, and then, did her duty as a slave, and cleaned him.

Thomas enjoyed it. He was smiling widely. He reached down and absentmindedly stroked her head, and felt her hum slightly, deep in her throat. The vibrations made him shudder in pleasure, and after a few minutes, he felt himself start to stir. His cock was again erect in a few minutes, and he rolled her over onto her back again. He entered her again, and started to fuck a little faster, a little more urgently.

Geneva read the situation, and reached down, gripping his hips, urging him on. She understood he wanted this one faster, harder. Not brutally fast and hard. But more energy. She complied, and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her, giving him what he wanted, her pussy.

He changed pace several times, shifting left, and right. Pushing her in places that she rarely felt pressure in. He wiggled his hips, and helped her reach three more climaxes. Then he picked up the pace again. He was soon pounding, and Geneva knew this was to be the grand finale. She gripped his shoulders, pulling him into herself, urging him on. She couldn't think of her own pleasure, which was significant, she could only focus on him. His needs, his desires. He needed her to be here, to take this, and she would take it. Even when he made love, with tenderness, he was in control, he was the master.

Thomas arched his back, his cock pulsing inside him. Geneva felt it, felt him shooting his load deep in her, washing her womb in his seed. Her pussy tingled, a final climax for herself chasing the rings as she dug her fingers into him, demonstrating that she wanted him all in her, all of him.

Thomas lowered himself to her lips, and kissed them gently. They kissed for a few minutes, and then he rolled off of her. She moved to clean him and his hand gently stopped her. She lay back, understanding that he didn't want that right now. She was only slightly disappointed, she liked to dot hat, it was a slaves duty after all. Thomas reached over and turned out the lamp and then tucked the sheets around them.

"Slave, stay here with me. I know you won't wake me, so just get some sleep."

"Yes Master." Geneva breathed softly.