Darla, a prisoner of Canada, and sex slave owned by Haley Marshal, daughter of General Marshal of the Canadian Rangers, sat on her sleeping bag by a fireplace. Haley's residence was a wing on the Marshal family compound. Her windows and doors were electronically locked at all times.
She wondered, 'Is this the most gorgeous prison cell in Canada?'
One of the General Marshal's male slaves attended to the fire place and brought Haley her mail. A female slave of his brought Darla her meals. The same every time; bannock bread, sliced carrots and celery, and shelled walnuts.
Darla had been here for 3 days but had only seen Haley once. That second evening Haley burst in, dropped her slacks, and had Darla eat her pussy before she grabbed some clothes and left again.
Haley, in a rush, ordered Darla to kneel, "Tongue my clit hard and fast." Haley held her face tight to her pussy, nearly smothering her.
"Faster damn it," Haley barked twice.
Darla succeeded, getting her off in under two minutes. Haley pulled up her slacks and left without saying a word.
Eating pussy was horrible for Darla as she wasn't interested in girls. Pussy was not something she would ever get used to, or enjoy. Had Gary the Field Director out bud Haley at least she'd be sucking cock. She liked cock.
****
Tonight, Haley arrived at midnight. Darla stood up from her sleeping bag, trying to ignore the anxiety she felt from knowing she'd probably be eating her pussy soon.
"Darla," Haley called from office. "Come here."
"Good evening Mistress," Darla greeted her as she entered the room.
"Kneel!" Haley sounded aggravated. "When you come to me, you kneel."
Darla got down on her knees.
Haley stepped over to Darla and placed a hand on her head, running her fingers through her hair.
"I'm tired from this conference that's kept me away. But it is over," Haley spoke softly. "I have not had time to start your training yet. That starts tomorrow. All weekend it will be just you and me. Get some rest. Go!"
****
After breakfast and a shower Darla was summoned to Haley's office.
"Good morning Mistress," Darla greeted her, kneeling beside her desk.
Haley stood by the window. She wore a red athletic bra and red yoga pants. Perspiration coated her arms and midriff. Her outfit was sexy in contrast to Darla's. The only clothes Darla had been provided were white t-shirts and ordinary underwear, each a size too tight.
"We will start your training with a three-part conversation?" Haley spoke, walking behind Darla.
"Part one, you will listen. I will describe your new life here. Part two, you will ask questions to better understand your life here. Part three, will be a rare opportunity for you to speak freely. Ask me anything. Tell me anything. Whatever is on your mind. You will not be punished for what you say during your free speech time. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress," Darla answered.
"We are a military family," Haley began. "As such, you will have to earn your way up the slave ranks. Today, your rank is Slave Trainee. The clothes you wear now represent this rank. Very plain, basic, as you have yet to prove yourself worthy."
Haley paced the room as she continued.
"Going forward, I will no longer use your name, Darla. On rare occasion perhaps. You will be addressed by your rank, Slave Trainee. Training the first month or more will focus only on sexual duties. Afterwords, you will be trained on domestic duties."
"Obedience is everything. It is how you get promoted, it is how you avoid punishment and demotion. You acknowledge orders. Otherwise you only speak when told to. You execute every order without hesitation. You'll get an alarm clock, and a schedule. Follow it precisely."
"The obedience disorder stabilizer mesh implanted in your brain, for now it remains turned off. Perform as expected and I won't turn it on. If I must, I'll adjust one degree at a time until you perform. Your self discipline will determine whether I keep it turned off and you avoid its severe side effects."
"Ask your questions, Slave Trainee," Haley sat down behind her desk.
Darla looked at the floor. She was dumbfounded as to how she ended up here, kneeling in front of a lesbian master. Play it cool, earn their trust, find a way to escape. Escape became her only goal.
"Thank you Mistress," Darla looked up at Haley. "Knowing will inspire me. Please tell me how I get promoted."
"Each day I will record your performance as a 1 or zero," Haley explained. "When you reach 50 points, you'll become a Slave Parvus. That's Latin for small. There are five slave ranks: trainee, parvus, centrum at 150 points, summus at 300 points, magna at 600 points. With promotions come new privileges, of which I will not describe now."
"Next question," Haley had a slight grin on her face. And her hands were out of sight behind her desk.
"Thank you Mistress," Darla decided to give power back to Haley. "No further questions, that is all I need to understand my new life here."
"Good," Haley looked at the clock displayed on her forearm's derma-screen. "You may now speak freely. You get 10 minutes, no more. So speak your most important thoughts first. Begin."
