The Vassal Academy Ch. 04 page 2

"I'm not manipulating David." Cathy said with too much volume.

"Cathy, you can fool him far more easily than you can us. I've been doing this for more than twenty years. I've made my living seeing through girls just like you." Holding his hand out he said. "Come on, let's go back to the office before he drinks all my blue label."

Cathy followed him and glanced at the other doors and said. "Can you really get me to come on command?"

"Yes." Devon said.

"One week." Cathy said almost under her breath. "In a week you've changed Diane a lot."

"In another three months, she'll be able to perform any task given."

"Three months? She's almost done with oral arts in a week."

"Cathy, the advanced stuff is very difficult. Anal training is tough. Arousal training is difficult. It took Jeannette three weeks to pass that skill. Advanced Ballet is tough. You've not seen that. It takes time for your body to catch up with your heart and mind."

"Anal training. I don't do anal." Cathy said defiantly.

Devon stopped just short of the office and turned on her. "Then you had better talk him out of it Cathy. Because if you come here, I'll personally guarantee that before you leave, you're taking a dozen different men anally. No part of the slave is off limits. Never. The slave obeys, because she wants to be a slave. The slave takes it up the ass if the master says to. Then she cleans the cock that was just in her ass lovingly, because she loves her master. I'll get Jeannette to demonstrate for David if you like."

"No!" Cathy said.

Devon understood that she was saying no to all of it. "No you won't do it? Or no, don't get Jeannette to demonstrate?"

"Please, not that. I can't do that. It hurts." Cathy said softly.

"You've tried before?"

"Yes, and I cried for a week afterwards. It almost killed me Devon." Cathy said softly. "I can't do that."

Devon looked at her for a moment. "Let me guess, too much alcohol, perhaps a little something else, and no lubricant."

Cathy had a tear in her eye and just nodded. That about described the event.

"If you come here, you'll do it. Another thing, we teach you to do it right, so it feels good. It feels wonderful. Ask Jeannette about it. She gets fucked all the time, and loves it. She has wonderful orgasms anally. I know, I've had them too." Devon said and then gestured towards the door.

Cathy walked in pale and scared. David was sold on this. She could tell, and she was scared to death. If she said no, she might as well move back to Boston, and get her old job back at the Donut shop. No way was she doing that. Not no, but hell no. She just had to talk David out of it.

As Devon showed them out, Cathy asked David to go on ahead and then quietly turned to ask Devon a question. "Do you think I'll be able to talk him out of it?"

Devon smiled and nodded his head for David who was watching. "No, you won't."

Cathy asked the next question. "You're bisexual?"

"Yes. Now to the next question and off you go. You think you're not, but you are." Devon gestured down the stairs and she walked away in a daze.

Cathy was telling David that she had asked Devon if he thought she would get anything out of the program and he'd been non committal, which was suspect from the way that Devon had answered she realized. That Bastard.

Devon returned to the office and pulled his radio out. He was about to call Jeannette down to be punished, and then he stopped. Jeannette had probably done that as much for Diane who had a rough day so far, as for Cathy who was a bit catty and intimidating. Her actions had probably guaranteed that Cathy would be here, and the first real income for the corporation. Ahead of schedule, but welcome. He hesitated and then decided to discuss it with Rebecca. Then he picked up the phone to call Dominique.

Devon after discussing the issue with Rebecca made a decision. Jeannette didn't seem to mind the almost transparent cotton beach wrap type dress as much. Devon had already ordered additional things like that, so he could clothe the rest of the slaves from time to time. He decided to have some in each training hall, and at the entrances to the administrative area. It was entirely possible that in the near future official attention would be turned their way.

After Dinner Devon was reading a book while Jeannette and Diane cleaned up the kitchen. The business phone was also in his room. It rang and he picked it up assuming that it was Dominique.

"Hello." Devon greeted the caller.

"Master Devon, it's Geneva Price, and I apologize for calling so late."

Devon blinked and laid the book down. "It's all right Geneva, how can I help you?"

"Master Devon, I wanted to call and confirm that I would be there tomorrow, by two for the interview."

"I've got you on the schedule, and have the afternoon free for you Geneva, just in case the traffic is a bit more than normal." Devon said. "I'm surprised that you would call tonight to confirm."

"Master, I'm fairly inexperienced in the Bondage thing, but I understand I'm supposed to be totally honest right?"

"Yes."

"Sir, I just got off the phone with Cathy, who was telling me about the Academy and I want to see it for myself. If it's true, it's the life I've always wanted."

"We'll be here, and you can tour the facility and see if Cathy's reports are accurate for yourself." Devon said smiling.

"Yes Master. I've got a few last minute things here, I'll see you tomorrow." Geneva said and hung up.

Devon pressed the hook switch and then released it. He tapped the speed dial number for Dominique. "Our Medic just called after talking to Cathy about the facility and said she's always wanted to live like this."

"Well, once you hire her we'll consider that problem solved. You're still short one trainer and two slaves, assuming that Geneva works out." Dominique said.

"Yes. I've been thinking about the trainer. I don't think we can go with an experienced Dominant. We'd have to spend months un-training all their previously held beliefs, and then start teaching them our way."

"So you hope to find a novice, who has the personality you can live with, and teach them?" Dominique asked.

"I believe it would be faster than taking an experienced Dominant who doesn't have our ideals of the place of slaves, and the responsibility towards slaves, and uses them for pleasure instead of service." Devon said. "You've seen how many around the clubs, and how many would be suitable with us?"

"A couple." Dominique allowed.

"Generous today Dominique. Any luck with the male slave we need?"

"I found one, and he said I'd have to be tried out to see if he would submit to me." Dominique said in a low voice.

"When he is released from the Hospital, I'll be sure to take a look at him." Devon said.

"I only laughed at him Devon. I didn't touch him." Dominique sighed. "The males around here are apparently in demand, and that means that they think they are the desired commodity of the day. You'd spend weeks beating that pillow princess mentality out of them."

Devon agreed and wished her good night.

After cleaning up the Kitchen the two house slaves were sitting at the table and looking out over the Long Beach Sound and lost in their own thoughts. Diane turned and said. "Jeannette, are we getting another house slave tomorrow?"

"I don't know. A girls coming, who says she's always wanted to be one of us." Jeannette shrugged. "She's getting out of the Army tomorrow. She's a Sergeant, which seems weird to me."

"What do you mean?" Diane asked.

"Well, a Sergeant commands soldiers don't they?" Jeannette asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I was never a soldier."

"Well, Slaves don't command. Slaves don't want to be in charge. They want to help, they want to serve, but a slave at heart doesn't want to command." Jeannette said wiping her hands after washing the dishes.

"I guess I see your point." Diane said. She finished a glass of water and then rose and washed the glass and put it away. "I wonder why she's getting out of the Army though. I mean, a Sergeant is like moving up the ranks, and most stay in for twenty years don't they?"

"I don't know." Jeannette said. "It's up to Master Devon anyway. If he says yes, or no, it's what he thinks is best, and that's fine with me."

Diane thought for a moment as she sat down with Jeannette. "Yeah, I guess so. Jeannette, thanks for the help in Oral arts."

Jeannette smiled. "I thought it would help you. Station five is the first time you have pressure differences. It's kind of a curve ball after you've been working on increasing the pressure."

"Yeah, but having you whisper in my ear all the things we're going to do." Diane blushed. "I didn't think we were allowed."

"Diane, we live here because we want to. We can't play with the trainee's without a Master there to direct us. Or on direct instructions from the Masters. Remember that. Don't touch the trainee's without permission." Jeannette said.

"Ok, but I thought they would restrict us or something." Diane said. "I mean, we could play every single night if we wanted to right?"

"Yeah, but some nights you'll be in with a master, and some nights you'll be too tired. Some nights, you won't feel like it. Your cunt will be so sore that you'll wonder if it'll ever work again." Jeannette said.

"Wow. What would make me hurt that bad."

"Marathon test." Jeannette said. "I lasted four hours before I passed out."

"Four hours? What did they do to you?"

"Marathon test is one of your last tests. They pile partners on you over and over again to see how you do." Jeannette explained.

"Oh God, a gang bang?" Diane asked, her eyes bugging out.

"Don't worry about it yet. You have lot's to do before that." Jeannette said.

"A Gang bang? Jesus Christ Jeannette, a fucking Gang Bang?"

Jeannette sighed. "Yes, a gang bang. Your body doesn't belong to you any more. It belongs to Master. Master may use it how he or she sees fit. After phase one, you'll start live testing. That means that they'll start to use you how they please. If you do well, you'll get to climax, if Master thinks you should." Jeannette reached and took Diane's hand. "Don't worry about it. You're scared now, I know that feeling, I felt the same way."

"How do you do it? I mean, how do you go through a gang bang?"

Diane was surprised to see Jeannette smile. "I loved it. Master loved me, because they were all giving love."

"Love?" Diane shook her head. "You were a piece of meat Jeannette."

"Do you want to know the secret to being a great slave?" Jeannette asked smiling slightly.

"What? Get used to Gang Bangs?" Diane asked.

"No, think of Master's attention as love. It really is, so it's not a stretch of imagination. Master loves you or they wouldn't do it. If Master didn't care about you're ability to be graceful, would they demand that you learn ballet?" Jeannette asked. She got a head nod and continued. "If you were just a piece of meat, why have you learn tasks and practice things like grace and poise? Why teach us to be submissive? Why treat us like favored pets? You haven't seen it yet, but we'll also be serving dinner to the Masters from time to time. We'll probably start that this week or next."

"I guess I see your point, but really it's kind of strange isn't it?" Diane asked.

"Are you happy here? Do you feel like we love you?"

Diane's eyes lost focus as she thought back to the week and a few days. Other than being chained up in punishment for her masturbation, which was really humiliating, it was a good week. Everyone was pushing, encouraging, and helping her become better. Diane wondered about it. Was love the motivating factor? "I don't know."

"Diane, I love Master, and they love me. I know it, although they don't say it. They don't do it because it's just not done. We don't say love, we show it by our faithful dedication to them and our duty. They show it by giving us rewards, and appreciating our service."

Diane thought about it and then looked Jeannette in the eye. She nodded and smiled. "Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you here to help me."

Jeannette smiled back. "You'd do it, but your doubts would slow you down. Whenever you tried to leave, your desire for this lifestyle would stop you."

They went up to bed and Diane lay on her bed, no blankets, and only the one sheet under her. She resolved to try very hard in Ballet tomorrow. She wanted to lay next to Jeannette and she wanted to show her technique with Jeannette tomorrow night. She had to pass Ballet first, and she would do it.

"Come on Diane, it's morning, let's go." Jeannette said from the doorway as she passed by.

Diane was up and moving in a second. She didn't consider her nudity anymore. It was just the way it was. She hurried through her morning routine, finishing with Jeannette again, and then they were at breakfast eating this morning's offering. Eggs, a little cheese, and sausage in a bowl.

Diane smiled at the simple meal that Chef was trying to spice up. They ate in the Kitchen this morning and Diane was in Ballet kneeling when Mistress Rebecca arrived at eight am on the literal dot.

"Good Diane, I'm always happy to see my slaves waiting for me." Rebecca said cheerfully. Devon had suggested that Diane was about ready to graduate.

"Ok, let's not dawdle. Let's see your walk slave." Roberta said reaching for the medium cane.

Diane walked across the floor. To the command of again, she did so again and received a few taps for minor corrections.

"Slave Mouth." Was performed next, and then slave cunt. Roberta gave the hand signal for on her back. Diane lay on her back and drew her legs up and out of the way. Roberta walked around her critically. She nodded slowly. "Acceptable." Then it was over on all fours. A few minor adjustments, and then it was back to slave mouth. After an hour of striking poses, Roberta sighed. "Slave, that's barely acceptable. I'll discuss it with Master Devon, and see what he thinks."

Diane thanked Mistress and went to her duties of cleaning. Jeannette had already done the dishes, and was cleaning the central area. She was dusting the book shelves and Diane joined in the chores.

Jeannette's watch beeped and she finished up what she was doing. "Ok, time for lunch, let's go."

Diane ate lunch quickly knowing at exactly one in the afternoon, she was due in oral arts. Master Thomas would not appreciate her being late. Jeannette took the trays to the counter, and Diane hustled to Oral Arts. She was early, and she knelt in the room and waited.

Master Devon walked in and walked to a chair and sat down. Diane was shocked at the appearance of the Master's Master. Something was wrong, something must be wrong. Fear and anxiety ran through her.

"Diane, you've passed Ballet, and Oral arts phase one." Devon said gently. "I'm here to live test you out of phase one. Slave, mouth."

Diane looked at him with an astonished expression. She quickly recovered and moved forward settling herself before Master Devon and assumed her best pose and waited.

Devon opened his pants and presented his cock. Diane smiled and moved forward. She licked and teased his cock to full erection. She sucked and licked him teasing his cock to emit the first drops of pre-cum. Diane lowered her head and took his full length, Master Devon was larger than the units she had trained on, but it was warm and smooth and so wonderful.

Devon reached out and stroked her head gently, encouraging her. Diane increased her efforts, pouring her heart and her love into the effort. Master came personally to graduate her. He has so much to do, and she's just a house slave. He came personally to graduate me. The thought that he did this for every slave he could didn't diminish her gratitude for his personal attention. Master does love me she realized, and I love Master.

Devon started to breath harder. "Good slave, you're doing very well. I'm getting close, do you want my love slave?"

Diane nodded her head and wrapped her tongue around the cock as she slid her head up and down the shaft. She reached up and cupped his balls, coaxing his orgasm out of him, trying to give him the pleasure she so desperately wanted to give him. The station four and six cocks, and Luke's own cock, had pulsed as they came. Master Devon did the same thing. His cock began to pulse and then ejaculate shot into her mouth. Diane felt pride in her accomplishment. Master was very experienced indeed, and she had pleased him. Devon didn't taste as acidic as Luke had, more salty than acidic. She realized she kind of liked it. Not because it tasted like Chocolate or something like that. She liked it because it was Master's love.

Devon reached out again and caressed her head with a kindly gentle look on his face. Diane looked up with love as she finished sucking the last couple drops from his beautiful cock. She licked him gently and then leaned back to assume the proper kneel position.

"Slave Diane, welcome to level two. You'll find the challenges harder to complete, and the rewards more sweet." Devon said gently.

"Thank you Master." Diane beamed. She was a level two slave.

Devon told her to return to her duties, and enjoy the privileges that come with level two.

Diane bowed her head and then rose and walked gracefully from the room. She was in the hall and broke into a run looking for Jeannette. She had to tell her friend, and her fellow slave. Jeannette was in the office and wearing a small dress, it barely covered her ass, and was almost transparent. Diane ran and threw her arms around Jeannette screaming. "I did it I did it. I'm level two now."

Jeannette hugged her back and smiled at her. "Who graduated you?"

"Master Devon himself." Diane said beaming with pride.

"Great, I'm looking forward to celebrating with you later." Jeannette said.

"Yeah, what do I need to do?"

Jeannette considered. "Clean up the dining room, Master's dining room. Then check on the supplies in the three cleaning closets. If we're low on anything, jot it down and bring it to me, I'm ordering stuff."

"Sure thing, I'm on it." Diane said hustling off. If she was done with her chores later, then she and Jeannette could celebrate together.

Devon walked back into the office and then into his office. The telephone rang and Security informed him that Miss Geneva Parker was on her way to the office.

Devon spoke loud enough to be heard. "Jeannette, our two o clock is here, a little early."

"Better than being late." Jeannette said back a little too familiarly.

"You're not losing clothes right now Jeannette. Behave yourself."

"Yes Master."

Jeannette walked to the door and opened it as a woman stepped out of her car. Looking around she saw that the door was open, and Jeannette saw her compose herself and march to the front door. "Welcome to the Academy, I'm Slave Jeannette."

"Oh My God." Geneva said. "You're her." Shaking her head suddenly she said. "I've heard so much about you, you're a legend."

Jeannette got a confused look on her face. "A legendary slave?"

Geneva composed herself again. "Sorry about that, I'm a little nervous."

"Please come this way, Master Devon is expecting you." Jeannette said bowing her head slightly.

She was shown into Master Devon's office and Geneva entered trying to look military in her uniform. She stood and waited as Master Devon greeted her.

"Geneva, welcome to the academy, I hope the trip was OK, did you have any trouble finding us?"

"No, I mean, the trip was fine sir, and no problems finding you sir." Geneva said breathily. She cursed herself and demanded that she be cool and calm.

"Please have a seat." Devon invited.

"Thank you sir." Geneva said and sat down.

"I've read your resume, and your letter. I've also read a couple newspaper articles on you." Devon said lifting one piece of paper. "You were awarded the Bronze Star for Valor under enemy fire."
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