"Prime cuts," declared Charles. "Let's go talk business."
Grace and Charles went into the house, leaving Kelly holding the leashes of the two slaves. "Let's go watch what's happening," the girl said as she led Alana and Meredith over to the action.
"What did you have in mind?" asked Charles as the two dominants sat at the table.
"Taming," replied Grace, "but no breaking. I want them obedient but still willful. I don't want them to come home mindless drones but I do want them accepting of their new status. If that makes any sense."
"How new is new?"
"Five days for Alana. Two for Meredith."
Charles whistled at that news. "Wow! That's new for sure!"
The pair of them went through Charles' standard checklist that would guide their training. Charles would read an item from the checklist and Grace would respond. No to permanent marks. Yes to denuding Meredith's sex. Yes to sex with men, both slaves and masters. Yes to sex with women, both slaves and mistresses. Yes to bestiality, but nothing larger than a dog.
The girls could be bound but Grace felt that suspension should be ruled out. Manual labor was fine. Pony training was fine. Whipping was fine as long as there were no permanent marks.
Hot wax was to be allowed as well as clamps and needles. Exhibition and humiliation were fine but no verbal abuse. All three holes in each girl were fair game. No water sports or scatology. "Maybe on the next visit."
"We have a hunt on Wednesday," said Charles. "Will these girls be available as prey?" Charles explained that the hunt was not deadly. Naked girls were released and the "hunters" were sent out with paint guns. They got to keep whatever they shot for the night. Grace allowed the girls to be prey. Finally, the checklist was finished. "So how much will it cost?" asked Grace.
Charles scratched his chin and leaned back in his chair to think. "I think we can strike a bargain that you will find quite modest in price."
Grace smiled. "That's why I come to you, Charles."
"Throw in Kelly and it's on the house."
Chapter 10: The Freshman Class
A tall woman dressed in black leather walked down a line of three naked girls. She was easily over six feet tall and the spiked heels of the boots that went up to mid-thigh made her even taller. She towered over her trembling charges.
"You may call me Mistress," she said. She walked back and forth in front of the three naked women, stopping occasionally to pinch or squeeze. "Or you may call me whatever you wish, but that will be at your own risk."
She looked like some kind of Norse goddess with her flowing pale blonde hair and the finely sculpted features of her face. Her body was both concealed and exposed. Above the boots, she wore a leather g-string with metal studs around the waist band. Her midriff was bare and, above that, she wore a black leather halter with matching metal studs. All in all, she looked stunning and ominous.
"You are my new students," she explained. "And I love to teach!" She emphasized her point by slashing her riding crop down hard against one of her boots.
The three girls all gasped in unison at the sound of the crop striking against the leather.
"Two of you," she said as she used the crop to strike one of Alana's and Meredith's breasts, "are being trained as slaves."
"One of you," she continued as she used the crop to strike each of Kelly's breasts, coaxing a yelp out of her, "is being trained to be a Mistress."
The Nordic Queen then stood in front of Alana and Meredith, gripping their jaws tightly. "You will all be going through some of the same things. But remember that she will be a Mistress at the end. You will be property."
"In the meantime, I own all of you. I will decide when you sleep, if you sleep, when you eat, if you eat, when you pee, and if you pee. I will decide who you have sex with and how and when. I will decide how and when you are punished. I will arrange the schedule for your education. In short, I am controlling everything about you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress," chimed three feminine voices in unison.
"Oh god," thought Alana. "It just gets worse." She had eventually adjusted to each indignity over the past week and a half. First with the nudity and then the touching, she had eventually become accustomed and it had become part of her life. Then she became a slave and, while it seemed uncomfortable at first, it too became part of her. Even sex with another woman, which had repulsed her at first, had become part of what she was. But it seemed that every time she became adjusted to a new Alana, a new indignity would present itself.
"Oh god," thought Meredith. "It just gets worse." She still couldn't believe the events of the past two days and her head was spinning. Three days ago, she was just another happy housewife; bored, but happy. Since then, however, her world had changed and it seemed that it just kept changing with each new change being worse than the last.
"Oh god," thought Kelly. "I'm gonna kill Mom when I get out of here."
Their new mistress attached a chain that ran from collar to collar. Even Kelly had been fitted with a collar that had been graciously supplied by Charles who happily placed it around the teenager's neck. The mistress led her string of slaves into what she called "the classroom" which was really nothing more than a room with odd-looking devices scattered about. She moved them to one wall and had them kneel, facing a row of phalluses that stuck out from a board and pointed at their faces.
"Your first lesson is how to please a man with your mouth." The mistress gave them a brief set of instructions, telling them how to use their lips and tongues, how and when to use suction, and which parts of a cock to focus on. When she was finished with "The Theory of Cocksucking", she told them that it was time for the practical application of what they had learned. "Suck!" she commanded.
Each girl leaned forward and took a phallus into her mouth trying to remember all that the instructor had told them. "Focus on the cock. Let the cock become the center of your world. Do not let anything distract you."
With that said, she set about trying to distract the girls. She ran the tip of a crop between Kelly's legs causing the girl to gasp and stop sucking. This earned her a crack on the bottom with the mean crop and caused her to renew her attentions to the cock.
The mistress ran her fingers over Meredith's quivering bottom, causing the slave to blush. But when the Norse Queen touched Meredith's little pucker, the girl straightened up quickly and arched her hips forward to try to escape the finger. This earned her a crack with the whip. "Suck! Focus!"
Alana's breasts were the next target of the mistress' attention. She wrapped her fingers around the base of each breast, squeezing lightly and then drawing her fingers downward toward the nipples. She repeated this milking motion several times until Alana moaned. CRACK went the crop. "Focus, girl!" went the mistress.
The blonde mistress kept moving from one kneeling slave to another providing instructions or trying to distract the girls. "Use your tongue on the head." "You can take it deeper than that." "Try licking it like a lollipop."
The crop was used to both distract and punish. Kelly had the crop run up her spine and, when she trembled, had it lashed across her bottom. Meredith's pendulous breasts were swaying beneath her as she sucked on the phallus. When the mistress flicked the moving nipples with the crop and the girl jumped in surprise, the crop landed hard on her bottom. Alana felt the handle of the crop being slipped into her sex and she too jumped a little, only to be rewarded with the sting of the crop on her bottom.