This story arc takes place in an alternative reality where legal slavery exists in the United States as depicted in the stories by Joe Doe, Carl Bradford, Gentlemanmariner and a number of others. All persons enslaved, involved in slavery operations, or described in explicit sex scenes are aged 18 years or older. I want to thank Carl Bradford for kindly editing my work greatly improving the final product. Feedback in the form of comments are greatly appreciated.
This chapter starts slow building up steam almost halfway through when the medically induced orgasms take place. One character will get her first taste so to speak. This story includes girl/girl sex, group sex (aka girl/girl/girl/girl, ...), bondage and the use of strapons. So if this is not your thing please skip. I hope you enjoy.
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Lindsey and I located Ms. Morales's office on the second floor of our building. There was a sign hanging over the door that stated, "Poise and Good Deportment can be Cultivated." Lindsey knocked on the door.
"Enter," responded a confident female voice.
The office configuration was unusual. To our right was a standard small conference table with some papers on it facing a big screen TV. Mistress Sara was standing in stocking feet on a pad at a standing desk facing the door. In between the door and her desk were four mats in a row facing another large flat screen TV on the wall.
"Good morning my two late wallflowers. Please take a knee on the two pads in the middle facing the screen so we can get to work," she directed as the screen turned on showing a definition of a wallflower.
A wallflower is someone with an introverted personality type who will attend parties and social gatherings, but will usually distance themselves from the crowd and actively avoid being in the limelight.
"Did I direct slouch kneel or kneel? Get your backs straight, heads held high, and tits sticking out. That will be five demerits for not maintaining the correct position. You need to make good posture a way of life," she snapped, as we promptly assumed the correct position and our watches beeped noting the demerits.
"I am Mistress Sara Morales and I will be your counselor during your stay at Broadstone. I worked for a decade at TCU as both an academic and career counselor and am also a licensed Marriage and Family Therapist. We have some shared experiences; I have also worn the collar and been branded," she advised in a friendlier demeanor. "I wear multiple hats while working with you. First, I work with you to keep your undergraduate and graduate education moving forward during your stay with us. Your owner and I develop your course plan with you here at Broadstone to ensure you acquire all of the skills required by your master. Finally, I am a licensed therapist and work closely with Dr. Allen. It is important that you are brutally honest with me regarding what's going on with you at all times, your personal goals and interests for a number of reasons."
"Twenty-seven, the background that I have on you is that you have all of the physical skills and discipline to become a prima ballerina but lack the self confidence to perform in front of a crowd. Scholastically you did well in all of your classes, are intelligent and articulate. You also either avoid social interactions or when you do attend, drape yourself on your fiancé's arm, rarely engaging in conversation," declared Mistress Sara. "Do I have that right?"
"Where did you get your information, Mistress?" I inquired. I was not sure how to answer that question, as I was shocked that she knew so much about my insecurities and me. Her assessment was brutal in its accuracy, not that I wanted to admit it.
"Your owner accumulated background information on you that was provided to the school prior to your arrival. Last week I contacted both UT and Joffrey and spoke to your instructors. They described you as brilliant when you practiced on your own believing you were unobserved while you literally choked when auditioning or performing in front of an audience. Your limited social interactions were also described," explained Mistress. "So do I have it right?"
"Yes mistress," I responded, speaking softly, wondering how she knew last week to look into my background when I was only repo'd yesterday. That my owner had accumulated background information on me prior to my enslavement sent a chill through my body. Who owns me? Where was Amelia I worried?
"Twenty-eight, the information I have on you is that you are a strong student who maximized her physical attributes on the soccer field with hard work. Although one of the best players on your team you never developed any leadership skills nor attempted to take a leadership role other than setting a good example for others with your hard work. At a booster event after the TCU victory an alumnus described you as awkwardly standing in the corner until he engaged you. This man initiated a conversation with you and found that you were intelligent, articulate and with a good sense of humor. After a twenty-minute conversation that he described as enjoyable, he moved on and observed you remaining in the corner appearing to try to melt into the background. Does that sound correct?" she asked Lindsey.
"Yes, Mistress," Lindsey answered after a brief hesitation.
"Twenty-eight, do you remember the man at the party?" asked Mistress Sara. "If you do, please describe him."
"I do recall meeting with him. He was attractive in his late fifties, tall and fit; he was friendly, charming, articulate and fun to talk with. He was very confident, well groomed and had good posture," replied Lindsey. "He was able to put me at ease so that I was comfortable talking with him."
"Thank you Twenty-eight. The sign over my door says 'Poise and Good Deportment can be Cultivated.' What is the definition of deportment?" asked the Mistress. Seeing us hesitate she changed the screen to define deportment.
Deportment is defined as how people act and present themselves in public.
"It has to do with how you behave. Being polite, well dressed, and articulate shows excellent deportment. If you're polite, helpful, and smile a lot, your deportment is friendly and kind," she explained.
"Twenty-eight, did that man have a good deportment?" asked Mistress Sara.
"Yes, he was warm, friendly, kind, and inquisitive and was able to put me at ease. When he first approached me I just wanted to run away and I was disappointed when he left," answered Lindsey.
"Because we are short on time I am going to push on," as she changed the screen once again.
Poise is defined as self-assurance, calm, grace and dignity.
"If you are poised you are self-possessed and in full control of your faculties. You are balanced, grounded, and ready for action. It is that intangible presence and feeling that you project when you walk into a room: the way you walk, the way you carry yourself, the thought you've put into your personal style. It produces positive feelings and helps others feel at ease around you. Poise is, more than anything else, a result of plenty of self-confidence. Your goal is not to 'appear' self-assured and poised, but to be truly and actually poised, from deep within - where you harbor an unshakable sense of certainty and self-confidence," lectured Mistress.
"How would you describe this man's poise, his self-confidence?" asked Mistress.
"He was very confident. When he was in the room it was as if he owned it, his posture and mannerisms conveyed strength. Other people were happy to engage him as was I," responded Lindsey.
