Chapter 3: House Slaves

Diane woke and found that her room lights were off. She looked around but had to step into the hallway to find out what time it was. The clock said ten am. She went next door to Jeannette's room, and knocked, but got no answer. She opened the door, and discovered that Jeannette wasn't in there. Wondering if she should get dressed or not, she decided not. They had given her clothes last night, to go to town. She hadn't been awarded clothes yet.

Diane went to the bathroom and then wondered downstairs to find out what was going on. So far, no one had let her wake peacefully. She entered the slave dining room and found that the lights were off and the room appeared to have had no one in it all day. Diane walked to the kitchen, and found Chef, but no Jeannette. "You haven't seen Jeannette have you Chef?"

"Yes, she ate with the masters this morning. They said you'd be down later, and I should give you something to eat."

"OK, do you know where they are now?"

"Jeannette should be in the office, or perhaps on the training floor." Chef turned to the fridge. "How about some eggs and sausage this morning?"

"That'll be fine Chef, thanks." Diane said confused and walked towards the office.

Jeannette was in the admin office punching information into a computer with big dark circles under he eyes. Diane felt sorry for her, and realized that she hadn't gotten much sleep, not if Master Devon had indeed taken her to bed as seemed the case.

"Diane, cool you're up. I could use the help." Jeannette said.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier? I'd have been happy to help out." Diane asked.

"Master Devon wanted to reward you for your expert performance, and felt a little sleep would be just the ticket. Don't thank me yet, you might be going to town again tonight." Jeannette said. "While I sleep."

Diane bit her lip revealing her nerves and nodded. A radio buzzed and chef's voice came over the speaker telling Jeannette that Diane's breakfast was ready."

Diane rushed to the kitchen and returned to the office to eat and work. Joining Jeannette she found that Master Devon had made a list of all the names who had expressed interest in the Vassal Academy, and were punching them into the computer trying to get information on the prospective clients. Jeannette was making folders, that would probably end up being useless, but they were unaccustomed to doing their own security checks and felt that to begin, too much was preferable to not enough.

Diane sat at a computer near Jeannette and started to work the list. A ringing phone interrupted her and she looked at Jeannette to see what was to be done.

At Fort Dix New Jersey, Sergeant Geneva Price had arisen at a very late hour for her, seven thirty. However, she was due to get out of the Army on Tuesday. She had mixed feelings about that. Her life in the army had been pretty happy, but now she was a Sergeant, and she was miserable. She hated being responsible, and she hated having people look to her for answers. At five foot six, she never felt like she had any answers, and was always utterly miserable these days. Most people talk about a time when they were happiest in the Army, for Sergeant Price, that time had been in Basic Training. When she was under total control of the Drill Sergeants.

Later, when she had graduated AIT as a fully qualified medic, she had gone to her first unit in Texas, and been reasonably happy. She was a Private 2, or one bump up from the very bottom. She was given Private First Class, and then the problems started. She was a Specialist, which she sort of considered a very competent Private, but the Army considered training stage for Sergeant.

Geneva hated being a leader, she would get sick when they put her in charge. She talked to her squad leader about how happy she was when she wasn't in charge. Her squad leader had given the Army approved talk about accepting responsibility and the fact that if you didn't get promoted, you had to get out of the Army.

Geneva re-enlisted, did a total of two tours in Iraq, and then decided to get out of the Army.

She had had enough of this shit. She was not a good Sergeant, although her Platoon Sergeant said she was, she was losing sleep, and she was utterly miserable all the time. She hadn't smiled in months that she could remember, and now, in three days, she was going to sign a paper, and walk away from the army, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do then.

Her Brother, well near as anyone knew, her Brother was on the run from the Mob, or had been caught, and the body just hadn't washed up yet. Her brother was a compulsive gambler who had not the slightest idea of what odds meant, just that he could make money if "Gluefactory Reject" managed to finish first in the horse race. Geneva knew that was true, but the odds told the probability of Gluefactory finishing the race, forget being first.

So Geneva was going to stay with her Aunt in Boston while she tried to get on with the Boston Fire Department as a Paramedic. She had taken the courses while in the army, and could be certified as a Paramedic with only a couple more weeks of classes on procedures the way the Fire Department did it. There she thought she could be happy, she could be a fireman/paramedic until she died, and they wouldn't force her to get a promotion or anything like that.

Then it would also allow her to explore Domination, and the glorious submission. She loved to be tied up, she loved to be controlled, and Geneva always thought she was a slave at heart. No one else's happiest time in the military was in basic training. No one liked it, not even the Drill Sergeants. Geneva loved it, and wished that her whole time in the army was like that. She didn't have to think, or make decisions, or do anything that she wasn't told to do.

OK, she was a Medic and that was nothing more than looking at the person, and figuring out what was wrong, and putting a bandage on them until the Doctor could fix it. She handled minor things, sprains, bruises, minor scrapes and the like. Obvious things, anything remotely complicated where the answer wasn't painfully obvious, got sent to a Doctor, which is how the system is supposed to work. She had patched up soldiers and civillians in Iraq, and not minded it too much. She didn't really like it there. She guessed the Iraqi's really didn't like it there either. But she hadn't made any mistakes, and her Lieutenant had given her a Bronze Star for her courage in combat. It wasn't courage, not to Geneva, she had a job to do, she had been told to care for the wounded, and she did it.

Geneva didn't think that she mattered. If she lived, or died, no one would care, or notice really. She just wanted to do what she was told, and she really wanted to find some cute guy who would treat her like those books. Make her kneel, bow, and spank her. Geneva wanted to have her hair pulled and a stiff cock shoved, not slid, deep into her. She wanted to stand before a crowd and be told to perform and all sorts of things like that. The sad thing was, that stuff didn't really happen.

Guys had tied her up, and then just gently fucked her. She had gone out in public without any panties under a mini skirt, and rubbed all over one guy, and he had never pulled her skirt up while she was feigning drunk to the point of falling down. He had fucked her, not all that gently, but it was lacking something. It was like the guys were waiting for her to tell them it was OK. That was most certainly not what she wanted in life.

Turning on her laptop computer that she had bought after her last Iraq trip, she waited while it cycled and then logged on to the net. She checked the news, to see if anyone she knew had died in Iraq mostly. Then she opened her email and scanned the from and subject lines. After deleting the offers to sign up for all the get rich quick work at home schemes she opened one from a friend who was still in Iraq, and tapped a quick response about getting out and keeping in touch. Then she opened one from Cathy her friend in high school who was now a world class gold digger in New York.

That always bothered Geneva and she knew why. Cathy was supposedly the slave of David, and in reality, she had David wrapped around her finger. She told David that she needed manicures, pedicures, and spa days to look beautiful for him. Geneva wished she could kneel before David and show him what a true submissive would do, but knew she wouldn't get the chance. Geneva considered herself plain, and Cathy was gorgeous. There was no other word for it, she was tall, leggy, and stacked naturally. Geneva was short, had a B cup chest, and was sort of stocky, especially after seven years of working out every day in the army.

Reading Cathy's email Geneva swallowed hard. Cathy was pissed off royally about something that happened at the Club de Sade. Some new guy had shown up with a perfect slave girl. Geneva read the next line twice. He actually had the little slut strip in the VIP room and then assume positions of service. He fucking had her kneeling with her mouth open, and then on all fours, and Geneva, I swear her pussy opened on command. Geneva blinked and sat back imagining that. She finished reading and then called Cathy on the cell phone to find out who this mystery trainer was, and who this slave girl was.

She hung up fifteen minutes later hornier than hell. Geneva had listened to Cathy rant and rave about Goddamn Jeannette and that fucking slut Diane who had David pacing the floor half the fucking night. David was royally pissed that he had been shown up in training a girl, and worse, had lost twenty five thousand in the process of being shown up. However Geneva had talked Cathy into reading the card that this Devon had given her.

The Vassal Academy, in Connecticut, apparently just across the line from New York, and there was a name and phone number. Geneva could close her eyes and imagine stripping her clothing off and being told to suck a stranger off. Oh God, that would be heavenly, and the stories that Diane told of this academy of theirs. Whipping across the floor to learn grace and poise. Kneeling and licking to get the technique right. The stories of the sexual training alone had Geneva aching for release.

Geneva wanted to call right away, but it was only eight thirty, and if anyone was up, they would tell her to call back on Monday. OK, she would relax and call in a couple hours, and then she would beg literally beg to speak to Devon.

Cathy had also said that Diane had been hired by this fucking Devon to be a house slave. Geneva glanced at her door, and confirmed that the door was locked. A Sergeant did have one perk, they got a private room. Geneva opened her drawer and took out her masturbation kit. Lifting her shirt over her head, she played with her nipples and got them hard, then she put a cloths pin on each one sucking in her breath as she did so. The pain was intense, and exquisite at the same time. She plunged her hand between her legs and found her pussy hot and wet. God she was such a little slut.

Geneva grabbed her biggest vibrator, and began to plunge it into her pussy. Hard, fast, and mercilessly she frigged her clit. She was horny, and needed this. She needed more though. She needed a level of degradation that would compare with being ordered to blow a guy in the middle of a club in New York. Geneva stopped plunging into her pussy, and looked around. There had to be something that would degrade her, humiliate her. Her eyes lit on the cloths she wore last night, and she knew what to do. She grabbed the panties and flew to the bed. She was now nude on her back, her nipples aching under the pins, and her pussy was throbbing under it's demands. She took her panties that had been worn about all day, and stuffed them into her own mouth, then with both hands began to fuck herself with the big vibrator.

She felt so completely degraded, dirty panties shoved into her mouth, she closed her eyes, and imagined Devon fucking her like this, degrading her, humiliating her, and she was so close to coming. She reached up and knocked the pins off her nipples and came, as the pain of the blood rushing back into her nipples washed over her. Geneva came like a wild cat, screaming into her panties as her orgasm washed over her in powerful waves.

Catching her breath, and removing the soggy panties from her mouth, Geneva found that her vision was only a little blurry. The masturbation orgasms, they weren't taking her breath away and leaving her fuzzy like they used to. She needed more, she needed this academy, and she needed to be humiliated, degraded, and she needed more than anything, to be a slave.

Geneva rested a bit, and then fell asleep into a light nap. She woke at twenty to eleven, and she almost dived for the phone, but waited, she needed to be fully awake, this was important. She was going to apply for this position, this house slave or staff or whatever it was. Sight of any of the participants unseen. The story if it was true, was more than she could have hoped to find.

Diane was punching a name into a program that searched news stories, something called Nexus and she waited while the computer looked for news stories. Jeannette answered the ringing phone and then Diane saw Jeannette stiffen slightly.

"Yes Mistress, he's in his office. I'll get him." Jeannette said. She punched the hold button and then rose and walked down the hallway towards Devon's office. Jeannette was back a minute later and glanced at the phone before sitting down.

"Who was that?" Diane asked.

"Mistress Dominique. You've seen her at the club, she's the one who whipped me. She works with the Lawyers who own this place and I guess pay us." Jeannette said.

"Oh, I thought Devon owned all this." Diane admitted.

"No, he's the lead trainer. The Master of Training really. Dominique handles the stuff that Devon needs her to. Stuff like legal documents, payroll, all that kind of admin thing." Jeannette said.

Diane started to print the articles that seemed to concern the name she had been given, closing the ones that didn't have anything to do with their name. The phone rang again and Jeannette answered it again. "Vassal Academy, Jeannette speaking, how may I help you sir?"

There was a long pause and then Jeannette said. "Yes Mistress, I'm the same Jeannette from the club last night, and last week." Diane frowned and listened to this. Jeannette then said. "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, Master Devon is in, and he's on another line. Your name, so I can tell him who's waiting and what this is pertaining to?"

Diane saw Jeannette smile, and wink at Geneva, then heard her say. "Sure thing Geneva, I'll let him know. Please hold."

Jeannette stood and Diane asked. "What?"

"A girl who desperately wants to talk to Master Devon about becoming a slave." Jeannette said. "Says she's getting out of the army and is begging to get a job."

Diane shook her head. "You're famous."

"She said she wants to do what you did Diane." Jeannette said and then pranced down the hall smiling back at Diane.

Diane swallowed hard. Becoming famous wasn't what Diane wanted, to please Master is what Diane wanted.

Jeannette returned and sat down and shook her head. "You were a hit last night. Master Devon has taken four phone calls before you came down, all people who were interested in viewing our little academy here."

"Me? I'm the hit?" Diane asked incredulous.

"Yeah. It seems that David had spent the week talking about how hard he worked with you to try and get you to suck a cock. And how the effort was utterly wasted, you were born pathetic and incapable of being even sufficiently submissive enough to be a weekend fling." Jeannette said. "His words are helping us, because now they know that Master Devon is a miracle worker, and an exceptional trainer."

The first light went out and then the blinking second light stopped blinking. Devon had picked up the phone and was talking to Geneva.

Devon spoke softly, and kept the doubts he was feeling out of his voice. A sergeant didn't seem like a real sub, but she sounded excited about it. Then she mentioned that she was a fully qualified combat medic, and Devon smiled.

He had been talking to Dominique about a concern that remained. No onsite medical person. The liability of the facility was in question because they couldn't find a medical representative for on site needs. Dominique was just back from her first night at a very exclusive, membership fee being a quarter million for the corporate account, bondage club near Central Park. She was telling him about the obvious money that flowed around and through that club. She had agreed that a medical person would be useful, and then talked about how hard it was to find a suitable candidate for the farms. Devon had said they would have to see what they could do. Perhaps he joked I should get off the phone and see if the call I have on hold is a nurse who dreams of being flogged. Dominique's laughter at this was realistic of course, the likelihood that the next call was the answer to their medical needs was worthy of laughter.

Devon asked. "Geneva, you said you're getting out of the Army this week?"

"Yes sir, on Tuesday."

"You're a medic in the army. Is that like a Paramedic?" Devon asked.

"Yes sir. It's the military equivalent."

"I'm going to assume that you're familiar with various injuries that could be sustained in active play?" Devon asked.

"Yes sir, I've been a medic for seven years, and seen about every injury you can imagine. I've also been to Iraq twice. Saw a bunch of injured and sick people there." Geneva said.

"Do you have a resume I could see? Could you fax one to me?" Devon asked next.

"Yes sir, I could fax it from the company HQ." Geneva said. Please let him be interested she prayed.

"What makes you think you'd want to be a house staff?" Devon asked easily. Her answer would be interesting.

"Sir, that's kind of complicated. I heard about you from Cathy, that's my friend, who saw you last week and then last night." Geneva began, humiliation welling within her and she hesitated only a moment before continuing pushing the words out in a rush before she chickened out. "I've always wanted to do that, to be humiliated like that, commanded like that. I've dreamed of someone controlling me like that. The happiest I've ever been was basic training when the Drill Sergeants had us under total control. Everything that I did was by their orders and that was perfect in my mind. I want that again sir."

Devon smiled. That was a submissive answer. She needed to be controlled, had identified it within herself, and supposedly dreamed of being humiliated like that. It wouldn't be humiliation, it would be a release for her, and that meant she might be suitable for the house staff position. Especially if she was a medic to boot. "Geneva, when would you be available for an interview?"

"Sir, I get out of the Army on Tuesday. I can sign out that morning after oh nine hundred. I can have my car packed before that, and be ready to roll that morning. It'll take me five hours to reach you. I'd be in uniform, but say, two in the afternoon Tuesday." Geneva said.

Devon raised an eyebrow. She was really anxious to see this place, and to get this job apparently. Or she was a cop who was trying to infiltrate. Well, only one way to find out, get the resume, check it carefully, and then interview the girl. "Very well Geneva. I'll see you Tuesday at two in the afternoon. If mechanical problems, or other things arise, please call and allow us to reschedule. If you'll fax that resume to me here I'll look it over before then." Devon gave the number and then wished her a good day before hanging up. Then he took the Priority Mail box that had arrived this morning and walked to the admin area where Jeannette was working.

"Jeannette, oh Hello Diane." Devon said entering the room. "Jeannette, let's get Diane some paperwork to fill out to get her on payroll. Also, let's get her a blue collar, she's not a trainee anymore, well she is, but she's staff, so blue's right for her." Devon sat the box down. "Since I can't seem to keep you in clothes, and that means you have a hard time holding onto a radio, I ordered radios that would be easier for you and the other slaves."

Jeannette smiled and lowered her head sheepishly. She hated clothes, and Master knew she did. "Yes Master."

"The radios are watches too, rather bulky it seems, but charge up and work on the frequencies we use. There are six in here, and more will be on the way if these work fairly well. Sometime today, test them from one end of the house to the other. Make sure they work everywhere, and the signal isn't blocked." Devon ordered.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said nodding positively.

"I'm expecting a fax shortly, when it arrives make sure I get it. If it hasn't before the two of you start running around doing Dick Tracy imitations, let me know you're running about will you?" Devon said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

"That's all then, see what these watches are like and if you think they'll work for us." Devon ordered and then turned back to his office.

Jeannette opened the box and took the first smaller box out. Handing one to Diane she took one herself. Diane opened the box and found bulky damn wrist watch. It had a small digital display and a bunch of buttons. She affixed it to her wrist and decided it wasn't too heavy.

"Why do we need radios?" Diane asked.

"In case Master wants us, so he doesn't have to look all over for us. He just says on the radio, Jeannette get your ass over here and I come running."

Diane nodded. "OK, so they all have regular walkie talking things, and since we're naked, we get science fiction wrist watches."

Jeannette nodded. "Yep, it says they can charge over night plugged in, no problem there, our rooms have outlets for stuff like that. Then they should work all day. I guess that depends on how much you talk on them."

"I guess." Diane said. "I think mine says it's got a three quarters battery. Or it says that the time is three quarters. I'm not sure."

Jeannette laughed. "Ok, set yours to five, and let's test these out shall we?"

Diane did so after a time and finally said. "Ok, I have a five in the channel window, and the volume set for three."

Jeannette pushed a button that said talk and was rewarded immediately with feedback screeching out of Diane's watch. "OK, they work." She said releasing the button. "Go to the training floor, and then the trainee sleeping floor. Call me from a couple of the rooms as far from here as you can get, and I'll wait for Master's fax."

Diane got up and walked away after agreeing and sent off towards the training floors. They tested the radios and found that in the farthest rooms, the signal was just a little weak, but was readable. In the stairwell, Diane looked down, she hadn't been in a basement yet, and decided that would be good. She doubted that they would work through the walls of the basement but decided to test anyway. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs she tried to call Jeannette.

"God, where are you, it sounds like you're on the moon." Jeannette's voice crackled weakly and distorted by static, but understandable.

"Basement, below the training area. The Dungeon is what it looks like."

"Yeah, we've got our answer, come on back." Jeannette said.

Diane walked back to the admin area and found about a dozen papers on the desk she was sitting at.

"Employment forms, you know, to keep the feds and state happy." Jeannette said. "Fill them out and we'll get your pay started."

Diane sighed and sat down. She frowned when she was asked for her bank information for the direct deposit if her pay and said. "Jeannette. My bank stuff is in my purse, in my car. Am I allowed to go get it?"

"Of course, and you can move some of your personal items up into your room. Go ahead and do that whenever you want today. We're not going to get any training done. We've got other stuff to do."

Diane set that form aside and started on the rest. State tax form, federal tax form, and employment contract. She would be a contract employee, which meant that at any time either party could end the contract.

Jeannette heard the fax machine start to print and she went to it. The papers landed in a tray and she gathered and looked at them to make sure this was what Master wanted. It had taken longer than he had seemed to indicate. There was a total of five pages. Two were resume information, and two were a letter, with a cover letter to indicate that a total of five pages, including the cover, were to be transmitted.

Jeannette took the documents to Master Devon and handed them to him and returned to her computer to search for information on potential clients. Devon glanced at the letter and then started on the Resume. It was filled out for a job as a paramedic, highlighting her experience as a medic, especially the nature of injuries and ailments she had treated. However the letter was more interesting as he looked at it again.

Master Devon,

I apologize for taking the time to write this, I know you instructed me to fax my resume, the obvious and unspoken intent was for it to be sent right away. The Resume is really intended for a job I was trying to get as a paramedic with the Boston Fire Department, and is geared that way. I'm far more interested in seeing your facility, and if it is even close to what was represented to me on the phone, and by Cathy, I'm certain I'd rather be there.

Devon read the letter twice and decided to have Geneva checked out. It was possible she was telling the truth, and doubtful that the police would send someone to infiltrate the staff this early, however it was a new world that Devon was working in, new to him, and he decided to be very careful. Picking up his own radio he called Jeannette, and told her to add this name to the list, and run her through the various databases. Jeannette took the resume and left.

Devon returned to reviewing what Jeannette and Diane had found already. News stories about David's business dealing mostly. Nothing on Cathy so far. David however was a trust fund kid who apparently didn't fall far from the tree regarding business sense anyway. It appeared as though the mutual fund managed by him was quite successful. Devon punched the mutual fund into the computer and read the last few stories about the fund. It was rated a four out of five star fund. It's returns were not as high as some others, but it's track record, the history over the last few years, was consistently at about twelve percent.

David was either a good businessman, or smart enough to know he wasn't, and lucky enough to hire someone who was good and let them run it. Devon wondered which it was. David certainly didn't have experience in training slaves, and had allowed his ego to get him into trouble in the bet about Diane's abilities. Devon sent an email to Dominique with links to what he'd found and information on the potential client.

Diane finished filling out her forms, and gave them back to Jeannette who made copies, and put the copies into a large sheet sized envelope after writing personnel on the front.

Diane punched the name Geneva Price into the news program and had a hundred thousand hits in minutes. OK, so she put Geneva Price and Army into the search block and found five stories. She looked and saw it appeared to be the right one and she started printing the stories out. One included a decent picture of the woman in full combat gear in Iraq. She saved the picture and printed the story leaving the picture in the story.

Jeannette said. "OK, take that stuff and give it to Master Devon please."

"Sure Jeannette." Diane did so and Devon asked her to wait a moment.

"Diane, you seemed panicked when I told you that your body, your entire body would belong to us. Was there a problem before?"

"Master." Diane began and then hesitated. "My former partner, the lesbian, used to tell me how much anal sex would hurt, and it wasn't to be considered ever."

Devon nodded. "Thank you for sharing that. We start you off small. You'll spend an entire day with a very small plug inserted. If you have no problem from that, in a day or two, allowing time to recover, we'll insert a larger plug. We'll do this to get you used to the idea, and accustomed to the feel of that hole being used." Devon waved a hand. "We'll go slow, because such fear is attached to things we don't understand, or haven't experienced. I used Jeannette anally last night, ask her how she enjoyed it."

"Yes Master, I'll do that. Thank you Master." Diane said hoping to get out.

"Diane, one other question, is there anything you feel like you are missing or anything that you think you'd like?" Devon asked smiling slightly. He had an idea, and thought she would too.

"Master, I'm happy to serve." Diane said.

"Oh, well I thought you might request the arousal table, partially in reward for your efforts over the last week, I know it was difficult." Devon said.

Diane looked at the doorway briefly, and then softly said. "Master, that table, does it really exist?"

Devon raised his radio again and said. "Andre, please meet Diane in training room four. I believe she's earned a spin on the table don't you?"