A fictional story from my inner dreamy self. (Not all Fiction)
Training Farms - Part 1 - slave girl sara
When a girl from the local faith-led community reaches the age of eighteen and her school years have finished her dad has the choice of either sending her to university to make a start on her professional life or send her for training to be an obedient and skilled girl to serve her partner and family.
The faith part of the community is nothing quirky, just an offshoot of a major religion where some of the teachings and psalms are interpreted in a different way. The group is led by a panel of elders and compliant Pastor.
My parents, well my dad, gave me the option of my future. I had always found learning a pleasure and had passed all my last year's school exams with ease so it was hoped by my parents I would follow my sister into the medical profession. I, however, had decided on the sub/slave training course I had always dreamt of growing up. It was live-in, but not just at one place, I had to move around the country to different places teaching numerous skills. It was all in the knowledge I could leave any place in an instant, no one would keep me a prisoner. My first venture into my chosen further education was to be on a small mixed use farm some 120k away from home.
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Knowing what her training would likely involve reminded sara of another occasion.
It was the last day of high school with the prom that evening and sara was allowed a new dress for the ball, well new to her, it was actually the same one her sister wore some two years earlier and sara had always coveted it. She was happy with it and had shoes to match, to be honest sara was a very obedient girl in every way and although punished on a regular basis, as was the families' beliefs for girls, she hardly ever did anything wrong.
Her dad had organised a stretched limo to take her and nine friends to the ball, five girls and five boys, none were steady couples, all were just great mates. The boys in the community had life a whole lot easier than the girls, yes they were punished by their parents but it was only occasionally, and not like the girls, regularly and in public.
Some of them had got together at the home of Jay for what his dad said was a pre-ball drink. He made sure they only had one drink and it was just a small beer, sara and another two girls just had juice. What the father did not see was Jay concealing a bottle of Vodka under his jacket as they left. They walked to the meeting place and all drank from the bottle. Not being used to alcohol it had a pretty instant effect on them and by the time they got into the limo half the bottle had gone. The rest was passed round the girls, some drank others paid a forfeit, sucking a cock, being fingered, the usual high jinks. sara, like the rest of the girls was used to seeing and sucking cocks at home so enjoyed giving the boys a thrill.
