"You spoke," answered Jean.
"Slaves do not speak unless spoken to," agreed Jan.
Patience was sure that permanent damage was being done to her poor defenseless body. Her calves burned from the strain of trying to stay on her toes. Numerous times over the next couple of hours, she had to lower her heels to the ground to rest her legs. She could only handle the resulting pain in her abdomen for so long, however, as the post felt like it was trying to shove through her entire body.
She continued to get visitors. The first one was a woman in her mid-thirties who slowly walked around Patience, pinching and probing her flesh as if inspecting the girl. She even parted Patience's bottom cheeks and used a finger to probe the little rosebud. Patience wanted to scream when she felt the finger push past her little sphincter but had learned her lesson from the morning. She remained silent.
The woman then moved in front of Patience and smiled at her. "Exquisite," she remarked.
"Thank you," was all that Patience could say as she blushed deeply from the humiliation of having her bottom probed like that.
Again, Patience watched in horror as the woman went to the rack and returned with a flogger. Five swings later and Patience's belly burned and glowed red. "What was that all about?" wondered Patience. "I didn't speak until spoken to!"
Another woman came by after awhile. Patience thought that this fortyish woman must have been a dentist because she pried open the bound girl's mouth and inserted two fingers, running them slowly over the teeth and gums. She even grasped Patience's tongue and stretched it out of her mouth to inspect it.
"Good breeding," she finally said. "Don't you agree?"
Reluctantly, Patience answered, knowing she would probably be whipped again. "I suppose," she replied. Sure enough, the woman retrieved a whip and lashed it several times across the fronts of her thighs.
The third visitor was a girl who could not have been over sixteen years old. She was very lovely, but she had not fully developed into the figure of a woman. But she wore the same kind of toga-dress as the others so Patience assumed that she was someone in a position of authority.
The girl seemed fascinated by Patience's breasts. She lifted each of the full orbs in her hands as if she were weighing them and bounced them several times to test their firmness. Her fingers tickled and teased the nipples, finally stretching the breasts away from Patience's chest until she looked down and saw that her lovely mounds were pulled into long cone shapes. Her nipples ached from this abuse but she remained silent.
"Magnificent," the girl remarked as she released the stretched nipples. "What's your name?"
"Patience," replied the woman on the pole.
"Lovely name," said the girl. But then, she too went to the rack. She returned with a small whip and streaked it numerous times across the breasts that she had been admiring only moments before.
When Jan and Jean returned, they lifted Patience off the cruel post. Patience saw that the pole glistened with her juices and, once again, she was disgusted with the way that her body was betraying her.
"What did I do wrong?" asked Patience after she explained her afternoon ordeals.
"I can't for the life of me imagine why they did that," said Jan.
"Me neither," agreed Jean. "Did you address them properly?"
"What do you mean?" asked a bewildered captive.
"Did you call them Mistress?"
Patience had learned three valuable lessons so far this day. Lack of obedience would be dealt with severely. Slaves speak only when spoken to. And respect was expected. All infractions would be punished.
Chapter 5: Hard Lessons
Jan and Jean took the bound beauty back to the villa where they had started the day. Again, Patience was bathed but without all of the hysterics that accompanied the morning's visit to the bathroom. The girl complied with every request in order to avoid any further pain. She had learned that the humiliation that came from what was demanded of her was nothing compared with the humiliation that resulted from resisting.
She had gotten slightly sunburned during the day, despite the copious amounts of suntan lotion, so the twins were gentle on her skin. She was lovingly bathed and tenderly dried before the girls led her to the living room. There, Patience learned some additional skills and behaviors expected of slaves. Patience paid close attention to her instructors, not wanting to suffer any additional punishments or indignities.
She learned how to kneel appropriately. She learned to stand with her fingers laced behind her neck, her feet spread and her chest thrust forward. She learned appropriate responses when addressed or asked questions. And she learned that tomorrow, the twins would start to educate her sexually. This sent a dread through her as she realized what the next day would bring, but she remained silent. She had learned that much. The twins told her to kneel until her mistress arrived and then they started to depart.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll try to escape?" asked Patience as she realized that she would be left alone with no shackles or cuffs.
"Where would you go?" asked Jan. "We're on an island."
"They would only catch you and punish you," added Jean. "But go ahead and try if you like that stuff." Patience remained where she was and waited for her new owner to arrive.
Her knees were aching as the time wore on but she remained in the center of the room. She imagined ways in which she might escape from this crazy place but she remained on her knees. The sun went down, leaving her in darkness, but she remained obedient. Twenty four hours ago, she had been a free woman on a college break. Now, she was a naked slave awaiting her mistress.
Eventually, the door opened and the lights went on. Patience blinked her eyes as she tried to adjust to the brightness, but she kept her posture erect and her hands tucked into the small of her back as she had been taught earlier.
"There's my pretty pet," smiled KC as she walked up to the girl and scratched her lightly behind the ear.
Patience was infuriated by this indignity but held her tongue. "Yes, Mistress," was all she said.
"Are you hungry, little one?" asked KC.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Patience. She had not eaten since that dinner alone in Las Vegas and she was famished. KC disappeared into the kitchen and, after thirty minutes or so, returned to fetch Patience. A collar was fastened around the new slave's neck and a leash was attached to the collar. Then KC led her pet into the kitchenette, forcing Patience to crawl on all fours.
Again, Patience was confronted with a new indignity. KC sat at the table and tied the end of the leash to her chair. Three bowls were lined up on the floor beside the chair and, to the girl's horror, she saw that each one was labeled. The gleaming metal bowls each were engraved with an ornate "Patience".
The slave knew that she could not win an argument and she had not yet devised an escape plan. So she resigned herself to eating out of the bowls. One bowl held steak, which KC had thoughtfully cut into bite-size pieces. The second bowl contained salad, although without any kind of dressing to liven it up. The third bowl held water. Patience quietly ate her meal and tried to shut out the humiliation of the scene.
Occasionally, KC would reach down and stroke the girl's back or pat her rump. Several times, Patience was rewarded with a "good girl". Somehow, that made the situation worse for the reluctant slave. She found herself blushing constantly. Later that evening, KC explained more to Patience.
"I'm sure that the last twenty four hours has been a blur to you," said KC. She was sitting in a chair with Patience kneeling in front of her as she had been taught earlier in the day. KC raised a foot and caressed the beautiful jutting breasts with her toes. "Let me tell you a little bit about this place."