The cage door clicked shut and Kitten patted the top of the cage twice. Standing there looking at me, her eyes were smiling even though it didn't show in the rest of her facial expression.
I shifted under her gaze and hissed, as I scraped more of what I knew was my "ruby red ass". No matter which way I moved one part of my burning flesh touched the blanket.
Kitten's smile had now reached her lips. "Night, Baby" she said as she crawled up on Master's bed and curled at the bottom. She lowered the lights to a soft mellow tone, and faced me. Her eyes watched my every move but not another word passed her lips. I did my best to hold perfectly still, and closed my eyes tight. I thought of the whipping I had just received and Master's words to me, that I had to try harder. I promised him I would.
Master came in shortly after Kitten dozed off. He removed his robe and I caught a glimpse of Master in his glory before he slipped between the sheets.
"Good night, Baby. Sweet dreams."
And there was silence: Cold cruel silence.
I had to shift again and almost moaned out loud as the embers of pain steadily grew in my nether region. Tears streamed down my face. Why was I so hard headed?
Walking back in time I thought again on that night with Zack. He called me the next day and what I would be doing for the next three months. He asked if I'd like to go to a spa of sorts as his gift to me for my birthday. A friend of his had a type of Academy for submissives and slaves. I would be away and unavailable for three months, unless for extreme emergencies. It was totally emerged, like they do for language in the CIA or something. "Berlitz School for Subbies", was what I thought at the time.
This same friend happened to have one opening left in the fall semester, and Zack wondered if I was interested.
Five million things went through my head at that moment, and I said, "Zack, you believe I'm up to it, or you wouldn't have brought it up."
"Very good, Baby you're learning. I'll make all the arrangements at this end. You have one week to close up shop, so to speak. I know the office is closed for a month. Make all the necessary calls and have the rest run through your service. Thursday, I'll call with a number where you can be reached in an emergency. You won't need anything but your driver’s license.
"You are to wear a jogging out fit, one size too small. It's to be a second skin; comfortable shoes and your hair is to be French braided. No make up. Oh, and by the way, no cigarettes."
"What!" I screamed to my empty room, attempting to cover the receiver before he heard me.
"Baby, I know you’ve been smoking occasionally, and this is my way of making sure you quit for good. I thought you had more back-bone."
I had to move again. I knew I was whimpering, but I couldn't help it. I was on fire, not in total pain, but not pleasure either. I needed relief of some kind. My pussy began to pulse as I was recalling the adrenaline rush I felt when Zack told me about the Academy.
It was the sort of heady feeling you get when you're about to jump headfirst into an icy cold river during the polar bear swim. I had gone numb. It was time to put my money where my mouth was.
I called my service and told them it'd be three months instead of one that I would be away and Zack would be calling with a number for emergencies only.
On an overcast Friday in September, Zack picked me up in the wee hours of the morning and we drove northwest for about four hours. We stopped at a diner a little after noon. He kept a running conversation going on everything but what I was about to do.
We were seated in a booth when he said, "This is it, Baby. If you have doubts about what you're going to do, you need to tell me now. Once inside the Academy's gates, there's no coming out for three months. You want to do this, right? Do you have any questions, Baby?"
I was going to be a subbie for three months, have Ones tell me what to do and when to do it. I could do that for three months. In my mind it sounded almost like boot camp. Oh, how little did I know about what I was getting into, how much I had to learn.
"Zack, what will I be doing?"
He gave me a gentle smile. "You remember what you read in Anna Rice’s books?"
"Yes"
"Similar to that but not."
Great. That told me a whole lot and nothing at the same time.
"Baby, do you trust me?"
"Of course, Zack."
"You know I would never put you in harm's way?"
"Of course, Zack"
"Good girl. You'll be taught to please in every way. You'll learn to be pleased in every way. Just go with the flow, Baby, and experience. At no time will you be in any danger of being permanently damaged. Mistress Bergenia is the Head Mistress and a very dear friend of mine. Her Academy is one of the very best for producing ponies, subbies and slaves of all shapes and sizes."
I wanted a cigarette, now. Zack had been bugging me to quit smoking; that and coffee were the last of my vises. I did fine for a few days then puff, I was smoking again. He said that true subbies were strong people and I was one. Why was I letting them control me, did I respect them? I wanted a cigarette, now…
CHAPTER 14
We reached the end of the road, and looming in front of the car was a rather awe inspiring set of iron gates. In the center of the filigree on each was a disk with ASS in gold letters. I glanced at Zack as he rolled down the window,
"It stands for The Academy for Subbies and Slaves."
"Oh", I said with a giggle.
"Baby, this is it, you’re last change to back out. Once we're inside and the gates close you're committed for three months. Are you sure you want to do this."
"Yes, Zack I am sure."
With that he pushed the button on the mic and a voice asked for his name. The gates swung open wide and down the oak lined drive we went. The canopy of leaves blocked out the noonday sun. Flickers of lawn flashed between tree trunks.
We approached a split in the road where there was a fountain. The watered ringed it, shooting upward into the middle. It slowly lowered to reveal a larger then life statue of two people, one on his knees, his head bowed in submission, the other standing over him, one hand on his head and the other holding a coiled whip. We circled to the right of the fountain, catching only a glimpse of the house before coming to a stop under an awning. Two people came down the ramp from the front door. Both were in loin clothes only. She had dark black hair that hung just below her shoulders and he was a dusty blonde. They smiled as they approached the car.
"Baby." I almost jumped out of my skin when Zack whispered my name, whipping my head around to stare at him. "Open the glove box please," I fumbled for the latch and finally got it opened. Nestled in it was my collar, the one Zack had used on me since the very first time we were together. "Hand it to me, Baby."
With leaden fingers I took up the collar, never before had it felt so heavy, so solid. I wanted to cling to it, my lifeline.
Zack slipped it around my neck and fastened it. "Strip, Baby." Without hesitation I reached for the zipper in front and slipped off the top. The two outside had stopped short of opening my door. Both remained where they were. I lifted off the seat and slid out of the pants. Folding both I handed them to Zack and he laid them on the back seat.
"Show me what you've learned, Baby," he said as he shifted a bit toward me and I undid his pants. Pulling out his cock, my mouth went down on him, taking him all the way in and gagging just a little when he rose to meet me.
I sucked and licked and caressed him, as I knew he enjoyed and I tasted his juices in my mouth when he came. I swallowed it all down and licked every nock and cranny as he pulled out of my mouth. I didn't want to let go. This would be the last time for us for a while, if not forever. I knew he wanted me to go on this journey without him, and I knew I had to do it for both of us.