The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 3

Diane listened to the rest of the weekly briefing and then was told to go on back upstairs and relax. She shook her head and followed Jeannette to the kitchen. Master Devon had simply nodded when she asked permission to assist Jeannette with the clean up.

Jeannette told her in the kitchen. "You'll break all the plates, let me do those. You see to the pots and pans OK?"

Diane agreed, her limbs weren't quite back in normal yet. "What the hell happened to me?"

"You've had four forced orgasms, after enduring a torture of arousal." Jeannette said grinning.

"I know that, but Jesus, I can hardly move." Diane said grimly. "Holy shit. That table is something."

"I know, it's even better than the one they used on me when I was in training." Jeannette said.

"Oh God. I'm never ever leaving this place. Not in a million years." Diane said.

"Oh don't go getting attached to the table just yet. Master Devon only let's us have it about once a month, if we've been extremely good for that time." Jeannette said. "He's afraid that we'll go soft if we're given it more than that."

"I'll do whatever I'm told if you'll let me on that table just once more before I die." Diane said giving voice to her resolution earlier. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Jeannette nodded and said. "It's an amazing experience all right. It helps condition your mind to coming on command."

Diane finished the pots and then followed Jeannette upstairs after wiping down the counters. Jeannette sighed and said. "Master wants me to start using the Dayroom. He says that the other slaves will think it's taboo if I don't go, and he wants them to be happy here." Jeannette walked into the day room and sat down.

Diane joined her and then looked at the TV it was turned off and Jeannette made no move to turn it on. "Aren't we going to watch TV or something?"

"I hate TV."

Thinking about it Diane rose and looked for the remote. She found the cable box and scanned until she found a music channel. She knew Jeannette liked music, so she set up the TV to play music.

Jeannette smiled up at her and then closed her eyes and just enjoyed the music. This she could like, and this was apparently Spartan enough to satisfy her desired lifestyle.

Diane looked at the shelves and read titles of books that were available to read. She selected a Readers Digest Condensed book and flipped through it until she found one that sounded interesting. She was reading when Jeannette sighed and said. "I've got to go. Master Andre wanted me to accompany him to town tonight. Another club where we're advertising the training."

Diane started to rise and Jeannette stopped her. "No, just relax. You're in no shape to head to town." Jeannette stopped at the door. "Master says we should leave our doors open when we're in the room. Doesn't want his house slaves to think they are owed privacy and modesty. Of course that doesn't apply when you're in with a Master. Then it's up to them."

Diane nodded and said she understood and wished Jeannette a good night. So her door would be open. She went back to the book when Mistress Roberta came in. "Mistress." Diane said in greeting and started to rise.

"No, relax. I just wanted to see how you were doing Diane."

"Fine Mistress. Thank you." Diane said.

"Ok, glad to hear it. Jeannette and Andre are headed out tonight. I wanted to check on you. Thomas says you're ready for station five in oral arts. Is that true?"

"Yes Mistress. I'm only lacking in Ballet." Diane answered.

"In another day or two, you'll pass Ballet. We'll train some tomorrow. Today was shot with the Arousal table." Rebecca said. "We've only got to teach you a couple more positions."

"Yes Mistress." Diane said. This was the longest conversation she'd had with a Master so far, and it was somewhat uncomfortable. She was sort of putting them on a pedestal and unwilling to allow them to come down from that height.

Rebecca sat and said. "The training is difficult, in your case, it's going to be very difficult, because you'll also be working for us. Some night's you'll be sleeping in a training room, other nights, you'll be in your slave room. Your schedule will be full, some days you won't be able to accomplish everything, and you'll be punished. You'll be punished severely, and we'll demand more from you the next day. You'll come up to our level. You have some natural talent, we're going to push, pull, cajole, and even flog you to make the most of that talent until you are compared favorably with Jeannette."

"Mistress, I understand it's going to be hard. I've known that since my first hour here. I've never met anyone like any of you. Master Devon is wonderful, you are too." Diane sighed. "I don't know how to say it Mistress, but I've never imagined meeting anyone like Jeannette. She came to this room and sat because Master said she was supposed to. It's like she's afraid of any luxury, and I don't know if I'll reach that point, but I'll try to please you Mistress."

"Jeannette is the most accomplished slave I've ever seen. It's the subtle things that set her apart from a similarly trained slave." Rebecca said. "She sets a high standard, which is why we wanted her here."

"Mistress, I've worked with her off and on all week. It's like she pours her heart into every task. We were polishing brass, and she was so much faster, and it was perfect when I looked. Nothing is beneath her, no task is too much, or too little for her." Diane said simply. "She hates clothes, she hates anything that seems to be the slightest luxury. Her radio is a small and simple device, but it's like she's in possession of the most wonderful thing in the world."

"She treasures what we give her, and she asks for nothing in return for her service except that we are pleased with her service." Rebecca agreed. "Her issue with clothes runs along the fact that she really hasn't worn any while she was a slave. She tried being a regular person once, after she was trained. I think she associates clothes with freedom she doesn't want, and won't accept."

Diane nodded. "She told me about that, she said she hated it. She said if she had to leave her master again, she hoped she died on the same day." Diane wondered if she had that depth of love within her. "She loves you all with every fiber of her being. She does exactly what you tell her, and I honestly don't know if I can do that Mistress. I don't know if I have that in me."

"That's nonsense. Jeannette has nothing you don't have, except experience. She refuses to think of herself as free here, but she is as free as you are. She can leave too. Look at her forms tomorrow, and you'll see she has a safe word too. The only thing she has is a disciplined mind, and a determination that borders on fanaticism." Mistress Rebecca said. "There is no reason why you can't have a similarly disciplined mind, and as much determination to serve as she has. None what so ever. Your time on the table today was a reward, because we're pleased with your progress, and your service. You're behavior is judged based upon your effort and your progress. Jeannette is a goal you should hope to attain, and I believe you can if you are willing to work your ass off at it."

Rising to leave Rebecca stopped at the doorway and said. "When you reach that level, you'll know it. Because the things that Jeannette does won't surprise you anymore, because you'll be viewing your Master the same way. With the same love, and the same devotion. Then, you'll be a properly trained slave."

Diane rose from the chair and knelt bowing her head. "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

"See what I mean, no command was given, you were appreciative, and wished to show that appreciation." Rebecca said. "Slave, before long, you should got to bed and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a difficult day for you." Rebecca walked out leaving Diane to think about it. They had dangled a carrot before her, and told her the stick that held it away from her was long, but she could reach it with work and dedication.

She knelt on the floor there for a long time, thinking about what she had done, where she had been, and what her future held. Being ordered to service Luke wasn't too bad. She'd played with him once before, so he wasn't a stranger. David and she had played for a couple weeks, and then she drifted away. They were both fun, but they didn't really teach her the way these Masters did.

Rebecca had either sensed Diane's doubt, or just known. Perhaps it was that they were slaves once too, and knew what emotional and mental difficulties were on the path to being a proper slave.

Diane was just thinking that if David had taught her to love the cock, to love sucking cock the way these Masters did that Cathy would not be sitting next to him now, she might be. Of course, if she was with David, she wouldn't be here. She wouldn't have met Jeannette, or had that table and Master's command send her into an orgasm of epic proportions. Perhaps it was a good thing that she had never met anyone like Devon and the rest before. She was lucky to be here. It was like the elite of the Master Slave world were here. Just being chosen to try and join them felt like a great honor, and they acted like she belonged here with them.

Diane then wondered about her future. Did Jeannette really fuck on command? Did the owner of the cock or pussy really not matter one bit? She had fucked Luke last week, before even knowing his name really. She had been told to perform, and she had. Without one moment's hesitation she had sucked his dick, and then fucked him silly. Diane had a slight mental advantage, she had known Luke. Could she fuck a stranger sight unseen like Jeannette could?

"Diane?" Devon called from the doorway.

Looking up startled she realized she was still kneeling and still in the dayroom. "Sorry Master, I was thinking about what Mistress Rebecca said. I was just realizing how much I've got to do to be here." Diane said in an embarrassed rush.

"You have to do nothing except give us everything." Devon said. "After that, it's easy. For now, I'll make it easy. Shut that TV off and get to bed. You'll be woken in the morning and you'll have a full day of work, and training slave."

Smiling at this simple answer that really did solve a true slaves problem. An order, and something to do. "Yes Master." She bowed her head submissively and then moved to carry out his orders.

She went to her room and started to reflexively close the door and then stopped. Slaves were always on display, even house slaves. Master Devon didn't want them becoming too cocky by thinking that house slaves deserved privacy or modesty. She giggled at the thought of the outrage that any of the Master's would feel if a house slave embarrassed them by showing modesty. That slave would be lucky to walk and sitting would be right out. They would beat that slave until their entire body was nothing but a cross hatched series of bruises.

Morning brought the usual lights and Master Thomas ordered her to clean herself, and get to breakfast. She would be given instructions while she ate. Master Thomas told her she had better hustle if she wanted to get any lunch. That was her only time that was flexible. Diane was practically running to Ballet when she arrived. Mistress Rebecca was walking back and forth across the room as Diane entered.

"It's eight oh six Diane, You've kept me, a Mistress waiting for six minutes. That's outrageous." Rebecca was waving a cane around threateningly. "I know what it is, too much luxury. You're simply not ready for it. Where is your radio watch?"

Realizing she had left it in the charger in her room she admitted this to Mistress. "I forgot, It's in my room. I'll go get it Mistress." Diane said as she turned to go.

"ON MY TIME?" Rebecca asked obviously shocked at the very thought. "Have you gone insane by any chance?"

"No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress." Diane said as she knelt, she was in trouble and she knew it.

Twenty lashes later, she was trying to walk with a stinging backside and legs, and her eyes were still leaking tears. She was caned back and forth across the floor, not trying hard enough and generally displeasing Mistress. No new positions were learned, the old ones were reviewed through the overly long class.

"Slave, I'm very displeased. You'll have one sheet on your bed, only one. You are not to cover up with it. If I find your door closed while you're in there I'll have it removed. I'll personally burn it to insure you never get it back." Rebecca said angrily. "You're due in Oral Arts next, you've missed lunch with all your shuffling and crying back and forth."

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress, I'll do better tomorrow, I promise." Diane sobbed.

"Off with you slave." Rebecca said and pointed at the door. She swished the cane through the air as though trying to get one more swipe in on Diane before she left. After she was gone Rebecca relaxed her features from the frightening visage they had shown, and calmly walked out of the class and on to the office. Devon was talking to Andre about his experiences last night.

"How did she like failing Ballet today?" Andre asked smiling.

"Oh she's crying like a little girl. Right about now Thomas probably has her so flustered that station one is impossible." Rebecca said.

Devon nodded. "She needed this to remind her that we're the Masters, and she needs to have that driven in to her. Doing it now will save weeks of re-training later, and that cocky crap we heard about from."

"I can't believe that a wannabe slave said that Dominique would have to be tried out before any discussion of joining any academy would be conducted." Rebecca said.

"Hell, you talk to her next time. Apparently, that guy thought his cock was better than any other. We'd spend a month beating that shit out of him." Devon said shaking his head. "Well, someone needs to go wake Jeannette. We can't have her sleeping all day either."

Rebecca said. "She's showing signs of exhaustion. When's the last time she had a day of pleasure?"

"It's been a while Devon. I used her last week, but that was a short overnight." Andre said.

"I know, we're stretching her pretty thin right now, but she's the only one we have." Devon took a deep breath considering. "Give her light chores today. Only some filing, and then run the dust-mop over the entryway."

Andre nodded and rose. "I'll do it. I want to be there later when we see Diane trying to clean the training floor."

Devon smiled. "It's so easy to get them overwhelmed. However hard days make the other days seem easier in comparison. The bad news is that you have to endure the hard days, and not quit."

Rebecca strolled out after Andre. Once Jeannette was working, perhaps the two of them could have a little romp. Rebecca loved to hear the squeals of the little slaves when the cane sang out. She didn't love it so much as to punish more than she should, but it always got her hot when they had that nice pink flush around the raised little welts. Rebecca was all pro though. Never striking a slave who was doing it properly. Always making sure to do her job absolutely right. That had been trained into her, that her own responses were nice, but not the purpose.

Devon looked up after Jeannette came in to get the papers for filing. She did have dark circles starting to form. Jeannette was exhausted, and Devon considered changing his plan. He thought back. It had been at least a month since Jeannette had been on the table. A day of floating on clouds would be just what she needed.

Taking her himself, he quickly had her strapped down and saw a huge smile on her face. She knew Master was pleased with her, and this was going to be so good. Devon added a blindfold, for an experienced slave, this added sensory depravation made the arousal so much more intense.

Starting the cycle, Devon walked out and told Andre of his change in plans with Jeannette. Jeannette on the other hand was feeling frustrated already. She wanted to come, but knew that it took at least an hour of hanging on the edge for a good response. She soaked up the arousal, trying to control herself, and failing. She was squirming now, and she couldn't see when Master was watching. She tried to call for him around the gag, and the muffled sound was lost on an empty room.

It had been two hours, and Jeannette was weeping openly at her frustration. She was so fucking horny, she could probably come if someone said just the word. Jesus where is Master, he can't leave her here to die from frustration could he? She was squirming around trying to get free, her hands twisting and grasping at nothing. She had to get free, just one hand. Just for one damn second she could make herself come if she could just reach that fucking clit. Desperation would be the only word to describe her physical and mental state.

"Come for me now Jeannette." Master said and hit the button.

Jeannette exploded. Diane had been summoned from her cleaning chores to see what the table looked like from the other side. Jeannette's mind shattered into a billion pieces. She had waves of pure pleasure drowning her. She bucked twisted and screamed into the ball gag. Drool escaped as she screamed and she wondered idly for a brief moment if Master was enjoying this too. Then master hit the button again, and Jeannette started the buck and wiggle routine again.

Devon smiled at Diane who was standing watching. She was fascinated at Jeannette's orgasm. Then Devon hit the button a third time. Jeannette shook in the straps as another orgasm was forced from her. When it subsided, she lay twitching from the residual electric shocks that were still dancing along nerve endings. Her breathing was coming in exhausted pants.

Devon held his hands up and said simply. "Come for me now slave." And she did it again.

Diane blinked and saw Jeannette buck and strain again as another orgasm, this one induced by only Master's voice washed over her. This time Jeannette went still after a moment, showing that she too had passed out from the effects of the table.

Diane was sitting and watching Jeannette recover, Jeannette slept with a goofy grin on her face. She was obviously in bliss, and Diane knew that Jeannette was floating on clouds of awesome pleasure.

Jeannette dreamily opened her eyes after an hour or two of being in bed, she smiled at everything and everyone. She allowed herself to be steadied to the bathroom, and then lay back down and went to sleep. She felt really good, and really loved. The world was a wonderful place.

Diane fed Jeannette dinner in bed, and then returned the tray to the kitchen where Chef had already taken care of pots and pans, so Jeannette washed dishes and after cleaning the kitchen she went to her room and opened the door. The bed had a single sheet wrapped around the mattress. Nothing else was on the bed, obviously Mistress Rebecca hadn't forgotten her bad behavior earlier. Diane ducked next door and checked on Jeannette and found her sleeping peacefully. Then she lay down on her bed and slept on the sheet in full view of anyone who wished to see her laying naked on the bed. She woke at four am with her hand between her legs masturbating. She was horny, and she knew it.

Damn it, all this walking around naked, she should be able to get laid right? Instead she was woken from a very erotic dream where Master was watching her take two men on, and she was horny as hell. She heard Rebecca's voice from the hallway. "Naughty girl."

Diane looked up and didn't see Mistress, but she knew that Mistress knew. Resigning herself to more punishment she rolled over and went to sleep. The closed door had been a big boon, now that was gone, probably forever. Diane felt miserable, just as horny as could be and she knew she mustn't touch herself. Her orgasms belonged to master, that had been made very clear.
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