Roisin was so tired after her exam that she slept on and off for most of the remaining evening, other than for a quick meal provided once more through a slat in her door. She had been provided a litter box in her new room, which she squatted over like an animal once more, but the debasement felt more natural than it did previously. She could feel a certain subhuman nature within herself.
The room was spartan, with only a bed, a nightstand, washbasin, bidet, and the aforementioned litter box. The door was locked and a small window provided a glimpse into the outside world, sunlight waking her in the morning. There was a knock on the door not long after, and the girl jumped to attention, as nude as she had been the day before. Miss Azad entered, dressed much as she had been the day before but her outfit was blue instead of black.
"Good morning, Miss Azad," Roisin said, placing her hands awkwardly behind her back. She was aware that her breasts and pussy were shamelessly displayed, but she thought it might appeal to the older woman.
Miss Azad was unfazed. "Follow me. It's time for you to receive your examination results."
They went outside and Roisin was surprised to see they were in a completely different part of the house. Her room opened up into a lounge area, with windows that overlooked a grassy lakeside lawn. Over the lake and trees in the distance rose jagged, snowcapped mountains. Roisin realized now they were somewhere in the Alpine region. And in a fancy mansion to boot. How wealthy was Carmen?
Miss Azad seemed to read her mind. "Control your shock, girl. You're here to be a student, not a gold digger. Follow me." They went through the lounge and a spacious kitchen, which was completely spotless. Roisin wondered who cleaned the place, and thought that perhaps it could be the slave girl. Eagerly, she looked around, but there was no sight of another human nearby.
They came to a majestic stairwell that wound through the heart of the great house, clearly going up and down four stories. "Downstairs, just one flight, and first room to the right. Don't let your eyes wander." Miss Azad gave her a firm push on the small of her back and Roisin descended, her arsecheeks feeling a breeze as she descended to the dark basement floor she had been interred in yesterday. As directed, she went through the first door on the right.
It was not what she expected. There was a school desk sitting in the middle of the room, and across from it was a large desk, a projector screen, and a lectern. It looked like a classroom. Carmen stood at the pulpit, dressed today in a green sweater and tight black jeans that emphasized her thighs and massive arse. Emerald earrings hung from her ears, matching her sweater, and her dark eyes were as commanding and mysterious as ever.
"Sit down at the desk, slut," Carmen said, gesturing at Roisin.
"Yes, Mami," Roisin said, taking her seat at the student's desk. She yelped a bit as her butt was still sore from her prior spankings. Miss Azad situated herself behind the large teacher's desk and once again pulled out her laptop.
"Do you know why you are here today, girl?" Carmen said, crossing her arms. Naked Roisin felt a chill sweep her, and wished she had something warm to wear. She also wished Carmen's voice didn't have the natural effect of lubricating her loins.
She shook her head. "No, I don't know why I am here, Carmen."
Carmen laughed. "You are here to receive your examination results, Roisin. But before I show you your results, I need to explain to you a little about what it means to apprentice under me, and where graduates fit in within our society."
The reporter in Roisin flared up. A society? This was growing more fascinating. "Please tell me more, Domina. I would love to take notes, as well. To further my education."
Carmen raised an appraising brow. "Give her a notebook and pen, Miss Azad."
The secretary reached into the drawer, retrieved the requested items and placed them on Roisin's desk. The redhead picked up her pen and jotted down a headline for today's lesson.
Exam Results and Curriculum Overview
"Miss Azad and I are part of an upper echelon of sapphic sexual practitioners. We are not ordinary women who fumble around with their partners for a half an hour, roll over, and go to work the next day. Sapphic sex is our passion and lifetime work. We have both apprenticed under great Dommes and graduated before taking up our current roles. Do you follow?"
Roisin nodded, a wince crossing her face. Her nipples were hardening and they still ached from the abuse yesterday. "Yes. It's fascinating, Mami. Please continue."
Carmen cleared her throat. "Our society is complex. While we may occasionally fuck a common dyke from the street, you cannot be recognized as a member of society unless you have completed an apprenticeship and have been acknowledged as a sapphic virtuoso by seven or more society Dommes. But our society contains women of far more types than Dommes, of course."
The projector whirred to life and pulled up a chart with four images. The leftmost image was a figure of a nude, collared woman on all fours, her tongue out and head bowed. The second was that of a bare breasted woman, on her knees, with her head raised expectantly. To the right of that was a woman in lingerie with a crop in her left hand, and a cuff around her right hand. A chain extended from that to the hand of a fully clothed, statuesque woman with a tiara upon her head.
Carmen flicked her laser pointer at the leftmost woman. "Slave girl." Then to the second woman. "Submissive." Again to the right. "Switch." And then to the final, clothed woman. "Domme." She turned to Roisin. "These are the four castes of our society. Slave girls are entirely dependent, financially, legally and sexually, on their Dommes. Their entire life revolves around sexual and menial servitude, and they are never permitted to wear clothing in their Domme's house. A Domme has complete ownership of her slave girl and can loan her or trade her to other Dommes."
Roisin scribbled away, ignoring the smear she was leaving on the seat. This was all quite good content for the journalistic expose she would eventually release.
"Submissives are similar to slave girls in that they will only take on a submissive role in sex, and naturally seek out dominant women as lovers. But they do not enter the complete degradation and absolution of a slave girl's lives. The majority of our society's members are submissives. They are normal, professional women you meet in the real world, who participate in filthy acts of submission and bondage to dominant lovers behind closed doors."
Carmen turned her attention to the woman with the cane and the cuff. "A Femina, often referred to by outsiders as a switch, is the most important role in our society. Feminas have a natural understanding of sexual dominance. You will learn more about dominance, but it transcends all silly physical attributes such as size, age, and race. It is a powerful, psychological element of sexuality, and Feminas understand it fully. They submit to women who dominate them, and dominate women who submit to them. Feminas typically become longtime lovers of Dommes, and help them dominate and train submissives and slave girls. Miss Azad is an exemplary Femina."
Roisin looked at the older woman. As usual, she was inscrutable. "Please continue, Mami."
"Now we come to the Domme," she said, flicking her laser pointer towards the woman with the crown. "True Dommes are very rare. They can only achieve this status by dominating another Domme. You may think that being a Domme means never submitting, ever." Carmen shook her head. "Every great Domme has submitted. They have apprenticed other great Domme mistresses. Even I once did so, and through this I learned how to dominate. Domination requires complete mastery of sapphic knowledge. It is the most difficult achievement. In fact, of all my apprentices, only one has ever graduated as a Domme." A wistful look entered her eyes, and Roisin felt a mix of anger and jealousy boil inside of her.
She was determined, more than ever. She was going to graduate. And she was going to dominate that cocky bitch Carmen.
But for now, she smiled meekly. "That all makes sense. So you're going to be training me to become one of these castes?"
Carmen nodded. "You catch on fast. But let's take a look at your results first. Miss Azad, have you prepared the assessment?"
