Pt. 11: Training Cathy.
Cathy and David arrived at the Academy, and Cathy was fuming. David had first decreed that she had to come here for two weeks. He was going to be in Europe on Business, and she wasn't coming with him, nor was she going to be bouncing around in the apartment. She was going to school to be a slave. Then he had made her wear this fucking green skirt that clashed horribly with her hair.
Cathy had pouted, begged, and finally David had told her. Go to the school, or move out. If you safe word at the school, don't bother coming to New York, there wont be anything here for you. So Cathy had hooked her wagon to the gravy train, and now she had to endure this humiliation for two fucking weeks.
Devon greeted them in his office, and Jeannette brought the Masters cups of coffee. None for me noticed Cathy as she sat and pouted. Jeannette ignored Cathy, and stared at the leg of the desk, awaiting instructions from Master Devon.
Finally Devon said. "OK Cathy. Here's the contract. Its time limit is filled out for two weeks. I need to fill in a safe word, one that will end play, and send you on your way. That is what safe word does here. Then I need you to sign it."
Cathy looked imploringly at David. "Sir, don't make me do this. I'll be good. I'll come with you to Europe, and wait patiently for you to come to the hotel and relax you after work."
"Cathy, we talked about that. No. Now sign it or we can go back to New York and you can move your things out of my apartment." David said firmly.
Cathy looked at the document defeated. She put her safe word into the blank. Making sure to print it carefully. Then she looked at David with tears in her eyes, and he almost relented, she could see it. He wavered.
Then Devon interrupted her last trick and said. "David, when you return from Europe, we'll set you up in a Guest room, they're on this level down the hall here." Devon gestured. "We'll go over what we trained her in, and what we feel she could still learn. We'll teach you her commands, and allow you to test drive our efforts so to speak."
Cathy glared at Devon and he utterly ignored her. She looked down and signed her name on the line. Damn that Devon, Damn it David. Damn that Jeannette and Diane. Damn it all to hell.
"Ok, that looks fine Cathy." Devon said. "If you don't object David, we'd like to get started. There is still plenty of daylight to get her training going."
"Uh. Oh. Sure Devon." David said as he broke out of the compassionate feelings he was having for Cathy. He leaned over and kissed her gently and said. "Work hard sweetheart, and I'll be back before you know it."
Cathy reached for her bag to stand and follow Jeannette when Devon's voice stopped her. "If you take Birth Control pills, give them to Jeannette, otherwise leave the bag there."
Cathy glared at him and said. "These are my clothes, make up, and brushes, things like that."
"You won't need them, give Jeannette any meds you have, and leave the bag." Devon said again.
Cathy reached into her bag and rummaged around, finding her pills and handed them to Jeannette. She set the bag down and followed Jeannette out of the office.
"David, now you and I need to talk about limits. Anything you don't want me to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"David, forgive me. She's willful, disobedient, and uses her feminine charms to get her way. To a certain extent, she manipulates you. Her beauty is great, and she knows it is." Devon explained. "I need to take her pride in her beauty away, and give her pride in service. That may mean extreme means."
"How extreme?" David asked.
Devon noticed and ignored the fact that David didn't comment on the manipulation. Apparently he's figured it out since their last visit. "If I can find no other way to get through her pride, I'd like to have permission to shave her head."
"What?"
"David, she's incredibly proud of her hair, the light strawberry blond hair is her identity, as is her beauty. She sees herself as beautiful woman who's won you. I want her to see herself as a slave who's honored to serve you."
"Shave her head?"
"A last resort. I wouldn't possibly even consider it before Wednesday, or perhaps Thursday, and only if we've made no progress before then." Devon said.
"Will it be that tough?"
"With only two weeks before your first examination of our efforts, yes. Teaching her the tricks isn't that tough, we can do many of them. Improve her oral arts, improve her ballet and poise. Even give her a small amount of cunt control. However David, we want to give you the slave you always wanted, and that means bringing her inner submissive to the surface, and that's hard, for anyone else, it would be impossible"
"I don't know, I kind of like her hair." David said. "Call me, you have the number, if you feel it's the only way, we'll discuss it."
Devon bowed his head. "Thank you David, by not rejecting it, you're convinced that I really am trying to do what's best for her, and you. I appreciate your confidence in me."
"You know Devon, I really love her. I really do. I understand she's manipulating me, and I can't seem to find a way to stop her. This is a godsend. You can do what I could never bring myself to do." David said. "Be careful though, she's part witch, she'll try and ensnare your heart."
"Our hearts are not capable of being snared. I saw that in her by the way my friend. Andre, who is himself very good looking, tall blond, athletic, and hung like a horse, is going to be her oral arts instructor. He has instructions, which he'll carry out, to treat her with disdain and with mocking comments about her appearance." Devon said. "I hope to have her looking at her soul tomorrow, or Wednesday. If I can do that, and get her to see what she is, then you'll have a much more submissive mate upon your return, a woman worthy of your love David."
David stood and shook Devon's hand. "Thank you, you could have been cruel or dismissive about my admission. You were supportive instead. Thank you Devon."
"It's my pleasure David. This may be a short path, or a long one, but we'll walk it together friend." Devon said simply.
David left and ignored Cathy's bag on the floor. He was on his way back to New York, and then on his jet to Europe to pick up the pieces of a merger gone wrong in Brussels.
Devon walked past the bag without looking and spoke into his radio. "Rebecca, you're up."
"Certainly Devon." Rebecca said charmingly. "I do love being first."
Jeannette was arguing with Cathy. "You have to take your clothes off. Master wants us nude, we are nude."
"I'm not stripping down and prancing around naked. I don't care what you say Jeannette. Fuck you, fuck Devon, and fuck this place." Cathy said. It was time to put her foot down. Someone had to know she was in charge.
Jeannette nodded and raised her wrist. "Master, Cathy refuses to undress."
Devon walked in to the room in under two minutes. He walked slowly and stopped at Jeannette. "You were told to have her undress. Why did you fail?"
