After the brutality of the first day, the next two seemed benign. The humiliation had started to set in for Fate and she fell in line with the rest of her group. It seemed no one could do anything right.
In Cupid's class, they learned about the anus, including enemas, and how to maintain a sanitary enema tip, and the next morning an enema bottle was found in the grooming room. Cupid's next class was on the skin, and how to maintain and protect it from the rigors of the slave lifestyle. He included nail grooming both fingers and toes.
In Diana's class, she learned several more positions including the "canine" command which entailed the subject being on their hands and knees with their ass held high. He also went over the idea that a slave's orifices MUST always be accessible.
Bacchus introduced her class to the difference in devices and their maintenance; the cross, the wheel, the stocks, the rack and the spreader. Vulcan continued their physical education but had not been as brutal physically but more demeaning, as the first day. He taught them kegel excercises and sphincter control exercises.
As for the demonstrations, they were eye opening events. Lars was made to "properly" perform analingus on Hera, and the next night, #4 had increasing sized "butt plugs" inserted so that her anus could receive Diana's fist. The neophytes were also taught several exercises that would decrease the chance of an anal tear. Fate would certainly keep up with those exercises after watching the petite Nubian's sphincter bleed from the massive cone that violated her nether region. Fate and other band of neophytes were quickly being humbled and humiliated.
By the third day, Fate and her group seemed to understand the routine but were belittled at every chance. They were kept so busy that each had very little time to ponder other things until bedtime where most would sob and regroup from the rigors of the day.
The third day was business as usual except Steve did not go with his pet instead he and the lady code named Hera went to an all day "Master's class.
Grooming, breakfast, and the start of classes, but Fate wondered where the mysterious man, that had enslaved her, was. Cupid lectured on breasts, including lactation and breast augmentation. Fate was well aware of breast implants, and lactation. Her father's first wife had the procedure done to an audacious size, and several of her sisters had already had children.
Steve awoke as Jasmine's tongue swept across the tip of his cock. He lifted up and leaned on his elbows as little Jasmine orally devoured his cock. She had a nice rhythm, swallow, retreat, and finished with a couple of twisting strokes of her hand. Swallow, retreat and twist, after just a minute or so, Steve felt his testicles being tugged on and that was it.
Semen shot from the tip of his cock hole, and flew into the air.
"OHHHHH, BBBabbbY"
Jasmine waited till the white cream oozed from his cock until she gave it one long slow squeeze from nut to tip. Then she swirled the tip with her tongue and lapped up all the semen from Steve's now slimy abdomen. When she was done she reached back and retrieved a moistened wash cloth, and wiped Steve down. Steve almost fell back to sleep until Jasmine reminded the dear master that breakfast would be served in 20 minutes, and today was a special day for him.
Steve ate on the balcony of his suite. He watched as the slaves walked into the large estate. He wondered "Why hadn't I been able to move when Wendy's car fell into the canal? There was Fate, but he didn't think she saw him.
When he was done he and Hera met in the auditorium. Hans greeted them, and started his lecture.
"Dear Master and Mistrezz, today vee vill be addressing your vroll in de life of your slave."
The older grey haired gentleman spoke for the next 2 hours about control and affection. That a master could do what he wanted, but there were unwritten rules to consider in the nature of modern day society. Unless they were going to lock up there slaves 24/7, a bond needed to be created, a bond of affection and control. That a master needed his or her slave just as much as the slave needed his or her master.
The last of his lecture involved need; the need of a slave to a master/mistress, and the need of the master/mistress of a slave, complete symbiosis,. A slave requires physical, mental and emotional security. Not a want in the world but the affection of their master. Food, clothing, and material needs, all fulfilled by the master. That a master may put them in burlap, but what will that do for the slave who is trying so hard to satisfy his or her master or mistress He ended on a note that the first week was the breaking down phase, and that the next three weeks were a building and bonding phase.
For lunch they ate in the garden. Two male slaves acted as tables, while they dined.
Diana, spoke on the art of body language and introduced the class to the auction command which was the same as the present command but legs slightly wider then shoulder width and arms at a 45 degree angle. Moral seemed to dip as each slave failed miserably as they were called upon to perform. When #2 was asked to perform the "auction" position, Diana laid into with insult after insult. Fate was taken back as she watched his shoulder slouch and his knees tremble at each nasty insult Diana laid upon him.
Fate had also seen this before. Once, one of her father's workers had made a mistake with livestock, costing him several hundred thousand dinar. The man named Omar, who only came around once a year, at the end of Ramadan, became sheepish as her father belittled him, all the while Fate and her mother watched on.
Fate could not figure out when or which day it was, but that Ramadan, the holy month of Islam, was starting, though there would be no way in this state to honor it. Her mind was brought back as they were gathered up for lunch.
After lunch, of soup and a salad, Bacchus spoke on the "hand tools" of a master. Fate mind raced as he spoke of; crops, canes, whips, flogs, switches, prods, shocking batons, pears, and belts. It was all so much. Her head spun as her attempted to memorize their differences. Each seemed more sadistic then the next. Her knees got weak and began to fell nausea as they walk around. This was all too much, as she felt a surge of panic. She started to turn and just run, but just as she did, #2 grabbed her arm, and whispered.
"Don't do it. Relax"
"Did I hear somebody say something" Bacchus bellowed.
"Yes SIR" #2 replied.
Fate's adrenaline soon got overrun with dopamine, and her "fight or flight" attack was over and now she was almost lethargic.
In a semi trance, Fate watched as Bacchus called #2 forward. Bacchus called him to the "auction" position where he took a switch and placed 2 strikes on each part of his body. With each slash, a light red mark appeared; arms, legs, torso and back. #2 cringed as the switch made contact with his flesh.
Fate stood in shock as her mind raced back to being in Yemen, where a man was caned in public for some such charge. The brutality of the crowd, and cheers as each of the 20 lashes struck the middle aged man.
The repressed memory made her shake. She had to get it together, her legs were trembling and there was a fire in her gut. She was losing control as #2 walked past. As if a light bulb went on in her head, she straightened, and her mind came back to her. She felt like she had been reprogrammed. She had to keep it together, so she, or others, would not be further harmed.
This day was now becoming different for Fate. She seemed to have a spring in her step as she ran. Even Vulcan, was taken by the air in her lungs and the spring in her step. Maybe, just maybe, the transformation was starting early in the Persian princess. Vulcan would have to keep a keen on her, to see if the seed of slavery had taken root.
After lunch, Hans continue his seminar on being a master. For the next two hours, he spoke about the handling and care of a slave. Hans related slaves to dogs. We give them food, water and attention, just as we give our slaves. Dogs need grooming and exercise, just as slaves do. Owners take their dogs to the vet when they're sick, just as master take their slaves. The better we train the animal, the better they serve their master. If we treat them right, they serve and protect their owners. Treat them wrong, and they may bite. He ended the speech with these words.
"Please, feel free to speak opening with the estate slaves. Ask them how they feel, and would they like to leave? Are they fed properly, due the get enough attention? Do they feel the modern day pressure of rent, taxes and car payments? Most people vould gladly give up the hustle and bustle of our modern day vorld for the safe and exotic lifestyle behind the estate walls. It's all in the TRaining."
"Eye opening, I say" Hera said as she and Steve left the room. Steve got a sense that Hera might be English, though he knew not to ask.
"Yes, I..I had never thought of it like that... this...well... my slave Fate came ....well" Steve stuttered.
"Son, after my Alfred died, I almost ended it all , but my world was changed when my son in law Sir.. oh sorry I forgot no names. Well a family member purchased a fine young lass from this same estate. Well, you see, after 3 children my daughter just did not have it in her to....well.. to keep up with her wifely duties, and they.. how do I put it... They have an image to uphold, and so my daughter attends to the outside affairs, say a charity event, and Tess, that his slave, makes sure the kids homework is done, and Sir... my son in laws pipes are cleaned. See Tess cannot have children, and came from a very poor section of Baltimore, and my son in law has a certain panache for say larger African Americans, and Tess had a fetish for acting as a Mammy. Anyone can get a nanny, but even they tell all for the all mighty pound. You see son, Fate only touches us, if we need touching, if not we call it an accident. Fitting name you picked."
They walked a little farther.
"Lars.." The graying lady winked as she said his name.
"..was facing 20 years behind bars before ...well .. a certain person saw his submissive nature and made him an offer he could not refuse...Fuck me, or get fucked for the next 20. He knows once he gets out of here its easy street. I'm 60, there only so much vigor in me left. Then he'll be just eye candy for the ol' broads to gawk at. He knows I don't even own a whip nor do I care to have one. You remember that old show Fantasy Island... with that Ricardo guy... this is it."
