"Race you to the beach," said Shar, turning and swimming towards the shore.
She was no match for Mark, who caught her, stroked gently alongside her as she swam her hardest, then put on a spurt and easily reached the shore well ahead of her. He helped her out of the water.
"So what do you want for winning?" asked Shar with a twinkle in her eye.
"I want to cane your ass once you've been trained as a slave," he replied with a grin.
"Right, you're on. I'll hold you to that in a year or so's time."
They walked back up the beach to where the others were now stirring and Dale and Jude were preparing a late lunch. They all sat around and ate and drank, talking of inconsequential things, then everyone went for a quick dip in the lake before drying off, pulling on their clothes once more and heading back to the cars and home.
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Shar came awake with a start, her heart thumping, searching for any imminent danger. She lay still, her senses slowly becoming aware of her surroundings, her body, alert for the presence of immediate threats. Then she relaxed a little as memories came flooding back. It wasn't a dream, it was real. She badly needed to pee but she knew she had to hold it; she was unable to leave the bed where she was shackled with ankle cuffs. She tried to relax and succeeded, except for those tense muscles needed for bladder control. She thought back over the past few weeks that had led to this predicament.
A few days after their day at the beach, Mark had phoned her with contact details for slave training, just in case she was interested. She was ambivalent, interested yet afraid of commitment, wondering if she could meet the challenge, yet afraid to try in case she failed. The story of her life she realized. She had discussed it with Ben and he had encouraged her to make her own decisions. He would support her in whatever she chose, even though he knew it meant losing his beloved for a considerable period of time and when she returned to him, if she ever did, that she would most likely be very different.
The days after her application passed in a blur, wondering if she had made the right decision even applying; the interviews, meeting with several people, slaves, slaves in training, Masters and Mistresses; discussions with Ben and her Mom, and then the final decision: go for it. She had been appointed to Mistress Elizabeth for her first of four training sessions, each lasting ten weeks with four weeks break in between the sessions. She had learned that the first session was to teach her obedience and to love the whip in the knowledge that it could be administered at any time by a Master or Mistress and it was as often used in love as it was for punishment. The second training session was to teach her about sexuality and its role in BDSM and she would be appointed to a Master for this purpose. The third training session was to teach her the use of painful stimuli and allow her to become aware of the way in which these enhanced her sexual experiences. The final training session was to enable her to apply the techniques she had learned to others. After these four stages were completed she was permitted to act as a Mistress, having her own slaves if she wished, using the techniques on other willing participants and after sufficient time and experience, may be grated the title of Mistress. This whole process was to be supervised by a Senior Master or Mistress, in Shar's case, this would be Senior Mistress Olivia. After a week of discussion and thought Shar had applied for this course and, after due consideration, had been accepted.
She remembered arriving at the mansion, which itself appeared foreboding from the outside, like something from a Dracula movie almost. Ben kissed her at the door then she was taken inside, her clothes removed by two slaves, a male and a female, after which she was escorted through dimly lit passages and down the stairs to the Dungeon, where she had been allocated this room, a small chamber with a bed, a wash basin and nothing else. A padded anklet had been fastened around one leg and she had been left alone with her rising doubts and concerns.
Over the next few days she had met her Mistress, a tall, stern looking woman who had outlined what was expected and what her first six week training period would entail. She had explained that as a trainee she had very few rights and that she could earn extra privileges which could make life marginally less uncomfortable. Shar remembered resolving to obey completely at all times to make this living hell that she had volunteered for more comfortable. Mistress also told her that in the six weeks that Shar would be trained by her the main thing for her to learn was obedience and respect. As well, she would learn to love the whip. She would be whipped frequently, not only because she had failed to meet expected standards, but simply to accustom her to the feel of the whip on her body. It was this announcement more than anything else that most terrified Shar.
Since then she had remained naked. She had been fed and ate on her own. Her Mistress, Mistress Elizabeth, had informed her that this would happen for the first two weeks so she would become accustomed to her own company and lose the instinctive need to talk to others about her predicament, thereby releasing her feelings. She had been told that she needed to make friends with her feelings and emotions, really feeling them, then being able to function as a human being despite how she felt.
When she was with others, usually trained slaves, she was to remain silent unless spoken to. Slaves were her superiors and were to be addressed as Sir or Ma'am. She was expected to do everything she was asked immediately, even though she may find these tasks revolting and degrading. Over the past week she had been given many disgusting tasks to do, each causing her to feel nauseous, yet each time she had noticed that these tasks had reduced her levels of disgust, as though she was simply able to do these without judgement.
Probably the most frustrating part of the whole time she had been here was the lack of sexual release. On her first day she had been stimulated by a slave using a vibrator as she knelt in front of Mistress Elizabeth, her arms shackled behind her back. She had been told she must not cum and would be punished if she did. A timer had been set for five minutes, an impossibly long time for Shar's hair-trigger libido. It had taken less than two minutes before she toppled forwards in orgasm, unable to even retain her balance, unable to break her fall with her arms.
She was punished. The three minutes she was short of her time translated to 30 strokes of a multi-tailed whip, administered by the male slave on her ass and breasts. Her Mistress told her that she was being lenient and that on following days she would again have this test until she could pass. Consequently her body was now marked with the results of many such whippings, but she had managed a few seconds over four minutes yesterday, she remembered, almost with pride.
She had also been used to satisfy the sexual needs of both the trained slaves -- orally and manually so she had little possibility of a release herself. Then today, she finally remembered, was the day of the gathering, when she would be put on display for Mistress Elizabeth's friends at a garden party in the afternoon. She had been instructed that she must do whatever she was asked by any visitor. This included allowing anyone to use any of her orifices for any purpose whatsoever, and allowing anyone to use any equipment on her in any way. She had also been told that under no circumstances was she to cum unless she was specifically ordered to do so and was provided with the usual 'yellow' and 'red' safe words, the use of the latter being possible grounds for instant dismissal. The thought crossed her mind that she should just call red and get out of this place, but her growing sense of pride in her ability to withstand the treatment she'd been receiving put that thought out of her mind.
Her reverie was broken by Slave Lance opening her door to escort her to the bathroom before breakfast. He looked at her lying naked and exposed on the bed for a long minute. She knew from experience she would be punished if she tried to cover herself, so she lay still. He then tenderly felt between her legs before slapping each breast with his hand then unshackling her, attaching a leash to her collar and leading her to the bathroom, where she gratefully squatted and peed for a long time while he stood and watched. She had found this embarrassing at first but now was fully accustomed to it. She was allowed to wash, then was led to breakfast, which she ate in silence with Slave Lance and Slave Trish. She was then taken for a briefing with Mistress Elizabeth.
I knelt before Mistress Elizabeth, arms stretched behind my back to push my breasts forward, feet together behind me and knees stretched as far apart as possible, fully exposing my pussy to my Mistress. My eyes, of course. looked downwards to the floor and Slave Lance was on my left, Slave Trish on my right as usual. Both were kneeling beside me in the same position.
"Good morning slaves and trainee," greeted Mistress Elizabeth, "I trust that you are all well this morning."
I dutifully replied "Yes, Mistress," as did the other slaves.
"That's good," Mistress purred. "As you know we have a gathering of my friends this afternoon in the garden. You will, of course, all be naked and will be on your most obedient behavior. Guests will include many well-respected Mistresses and Masters and they will report to me any infractions they observe. Such infractions will be punished severely."
While she paused for effect a tremor went through my body at the thought of possibly being punished. I reminded myself that I had chosen this, even though at present part of me wondered why.
"Trainee Shar, you in particular will be observed at all times. I know you are new to all this and I am very pleased with your progress to date, so I will very interested to hear the opinions of others."
I glowed internally with pride, wondering if I should thank Mistress or remain silent. As she had not asked me a question directly, I chose the latter, which appeared to at least cause her no offence.
"However," continued Mistress, "It has come to everyone's attention the low tolerance you have to sexual stimulation. As a slave, assuming you graduate to that status, you will be expected to maintain strict control of your sexual releases. No slave is ever allowed to cum without the permission of their Master or Mistress. Until you have that control you will continue to be punished increasingly harshly, not just by me but also by all the other Masters and Mistresses involved in your training."
