48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 44: Igor 02

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Part 44 of the 51 part series

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Author's Note: This Part continues the story of Igor, Martin's Training Executive. It will bring into focus future developments for our Heroines, Julie and Niamh. Again, thank you for all the Comments (Posted as well as sent through Literotica's e-mail system). We enjoy each one!

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Chapter 121: Introduction into Training a Slave

The AKE trainer met me as Natasha was leaving; I wondered whether I'd ever see her again. There must have been some signal of that thought because the trainer asked who she was. I gave a short, hopefully detached, recap and she laughed.

"It seems Natasha made some impression on you!" she offered.

"I was surprised by the difference between the new slaves, or even the trained slaves I'd used at Albert's School, and this fully-trained slave. It really was like two different worlds," I answered. "Those women were more focused on submission than on sexual acts. It was an eye-opener for me that slaves could be made into world-class courtesans as talented as any of history's icons."

"Right," she said. "Mr Kustensky is very particular about his projects."

"Projects?" I asked.

"Yes, that's what he calls each of his slaves. Each one is headed, he hopes, to a better life than he or she had before being taken. It's why he follows each slave after their sale. If he finds their new Owner is not keeping his slave properly — that is, well — he arranges for some correction that brings things back into line.

"Today," she continued, clearly changing the subject, "I'd like you to join the team working with a relatively new slave. She is a South African girl who came to Russia as a tourist, and then fell into bad company. We picked her up a few days ago from a sleazy business we've known about for some time. They had, in effect, enslaved her for their own purposes. Hopefully, when we've got her properly trained, she'll find an Owner who will take care, rather than advantage, of her.

"She speaks English, and that's fortunate because you will be able to learn from her more about the impact of our training methods without the need for one of our interpreters. In any event, part of her training will be to learn to be a fluent Russian speaker, so she might be with us longer than our native Russian acquisitions.

"She's had the basic Introduction to the Laws of Slavery and to her new Mission in Life. Yesterday, we introduced her to restraints: a few different chains, shackles, and ties. She seems well on her way to absorbing this new life. Today, we'll add a few more restraints and begin her Sexual Arts training."

I followed the Trainer and an assistant to a cellblock where we entered a cell containing a single young woman. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with a good figure (presently cloaked by a somewhat soiled T-shirt and standard jeans), relatively short brown hair, and a short chain linking metal cuffs on each wrist. Since there was nothing really hindering her use of her hands, it seemed obvious that these had another purpose.

The Trainer pointed to the chain and asked the slave, "My dear, have you learned anything from this bright and shiny chain? You've had an evening and morning to think about it; what comes to mind?"

The woman scrambled into a kneeling position and answered immediately. "Please, Mistress," —from the position and the slave's form of address I picked up that she had already had some introduction to her new life — "your chain is not to bind my hands. I think it is more a lesson for my mind, Mistress."

The Trainer smiled as warmly as I have ever seen anyone smile and cooed at her slave. "My dear, you are exactly correct. Now, can you tell me what the lesson is?"

The slave paled a bit, but her expression seemed earnest as she answered. "Please, Mistress, your slave thinks the chain is to tell me that I am not in control of my life, that my Owner and you, his Trainer, are in control." She seemed to sag just a bit as this realization left her mouth.

"Exactly right! My dear slave, you have taken yesterday's lessons, the ones about the Laws of Slavery and the Life Mission of a slave, into your heart and mind, the heart and mind which now belong to your Owner. And, you may rely on your Owner cherishing and caring for you.

"Now, my dear, since you understand these chains so well, we can remove them." The Assistant Trainer moved easily to unlock the metal cuffs. Then, smoothly, she presented leather straps and instructed the slave to wrap one around each wrist and ankle, buckling the new cuffs closely but not tightly. Small padlocks secured the cuffs from any attempt to remove them. The slave looked up at her Mistress, but previous lessons apparently had taught her that questions were not allowed a slave.

"My dear," the Trainer opened, "you do have a service to provide today, and you will need these new wristlets and anklets. Now, stand up and make yourself bare for us."

I could see this new command, coupled with the remark about "today's service," had hit our slave hard. Just when she had been praised for understanding the lesson of the chain, a new ordeal threatened. She would learn that this is, indeed, the life of a slave. "Owners always have another service required!" observed her Trainer.

Forlornly, but without any hesitancy, the slave rose and pulled her T-shirt over her head. Without stopping, her hands unbuttoned her jeans and she pushed them, together with a plain white panty, down her legs, stepping out of the discarded clothes with a hint of renewed purpose. Even a quick look showed a fine figure, with a slim waist, flaring hips, and nicely set breasts above a flat abdomen.

The Assistant Trainer commanded "Present!" and our slave immediately straightened up, spread her legs to shoulder width, and locked her hands behind her neck, her elbows out to the sides. Only closed eyes marred the position which many think best shows off a slave's physical assets to a quick eye.

The Trainer was quick to comment. "My dear slave, you will never again wear such plain clothes. Especially your panties. When you have earned them and your Owner desires it, your panties — and anything else — will be of the finest materials and the most exciting design."

Our slave's eyes flew open. Although there was no word said, it was clear she wanted to ask about this. Status slave, but with fine lingerie and clothes?

"Of course," continued the Trainer. "You will be purchased by someone who can afford the best of anything. Would that Owner be satisfied with those simple panties you just took off?"

Given that this woman had, just days ago, been buying what she wanted (and could afford), the trainers and I just laughed at our slave's doubts. In a few moments, we could see her process these ideas and a small grin appeared on her face.

"Right! Now, let's walk out into the courtyard. It's time for you to go to work on today's lessons."

Our slave seemed to know the route. She led us to a spacious courtyard mostly taken up by a lawn. There was a pair of whipping posts at one end of the lawn, and I noted a small shiver as our slave caught sight of them. Guided by the Assistant Trainer, she came alongside a table. The Trainer came up to her and wrapped a blindfold around the slave's head.

"We are taking away your vision today so that you can concentrate on other sensations. I can assure you that pain is not likely to be one of them."

This surprised me: an assurance of no pain? I asked about this later and the Trainer laughed and explained. "Slaves always expect pain — the whip or crop is never far from sight. Here, we wanted her to learn a lesson about humiliation and submission and we have learned that worry about pain sometimes makes that difficult. It is part of the psychological plan we deploy for each slave."

The trainers positioned the slave on the table, even providing a small pillow to support her neck and head. The Assistant checked that both legs stretched easily to the end of the table and snapped a thin wire cable rising from mid-table to each ankle cuff. With a few smooth strokes from her abdomen over her pubic bush and down to her knees, the Trainer assured our slave that she was beautifully positioned for today's lesson.

"Now, slave, here are your instructions. We want you to describe what you feel is happening to you. This includes any movements you feel. Be as specific as possible as soon as you detect something. And then we want you to tell us your reactions to whatever happens. And, of course, we will be interested in what you think is the lesson for today. We'll talk about it later."

With a final tap on the shoulder, the Trainer stepped back and we settled down to await the slave's first detection of anything.

The slave wriggled a bit on the table and we could see the concentration in her facial expression. The first act of her lesson started slowly, with the cables to her ankles pulling her ankles up toward her butt. There was only an inch of motion before the slave exclaimed, "You're pulling my ankles up! It feels funny."

The Assistant Trainer responded immediately. "You're exactly right. Is there any pain?"

"No, Mistress, no pain."

"Thank you, my dear. Now, keep reporting. You're doing fine."

I suspected that this slave was not feeling so "fine," but there was no option but continuing with the lesson. The cables pulled her ankles at different rates, sometimes together and sometimes alternately. While we watched the slow pull on her ankles, pairs of trainers and slaves gathered quietly around our slave, observing her trial. Each slave was gagged and had his or her hands in handcuffs behind the back.

Eventually, our slave's ankles were firmly positioned against her butt, with her knees pointing straight up. She announced that she could feel her heels against her butt and, to her Trainer's question, agreed that it felt a bit like the position her gynecologist put her in for his usual exams.

Her Trainer explained that the next stage required her arms to be restrained. She offered her hands to her trainers and they shackled her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs with simple snaps. Release of clamps allowed the part of the table that had supported our slave's legs to be moved away, providing easy access to the area between her legs.

"My dear," her Trainer announced, "we are now going to take away the pubic bush. So much hair hides the beauty of your slit from your Owner and Master. I want you to think about yesterday's lessons on the Laws of Slavery. Do you understand that slaves own nothing of themselves and have no right to hide anything from their Owners? Answer now!"

The answer came immediately: "Yes, Mistress, your slave understands."

"And what, exactly, does my slave understand?"

Again, the answer was immediate. I suspected that this slave had experienced some question and answer interrogation the previous day, probably assisted by tethering to the whipping post for ease of administering "stimulation to answer."

"Please, Mistress, a slave has no right to hide anything from her Owner and Master."

"Thank you, slave. That was very nicely said," cooed her Trainer. "Now, we are going to use you and the pubic bush that belongs to your Owner to demonstrate for a coffle of slaves just how to shave this area. It must become smooth as a baby's bottom and must be done quickly and safely. You and your fellow slaves are going to do this for yourselves and for each other while you serve your Owner. You may take satisfaction from serving your Owner in this service."

I was struck by the Trainer's frequent support for our slave. I was sure the slave wasn't exactly overjoyed at having her bush shaved, and even less by being exhibited to all and sundry. I could see another benefit to the blindfold: she couldn't see the crowd of recent slaves gaping at her "private area," but her imagination could plague her with any kind and number of stressful possibilities.

The Assistant Trainer produced a tube of shaving gel and a basin of water, along with some safety razors. She described each maneuver as the gel was applied to our slave's mons, vulva, and the area around her anus. "This anal area is just as sensitive as the slave's labia, so extra care is needed in this small area," she instructed. She gave tips on how to position the shaver for the large and small labia and how to shave the hair without nicking the sensitive and delicate skin.

"You can be sure that someone or something is going to be working in this area, perhaps in just a few moments. You don't want any bumps or irregularities to make that less pleasurable for them, right?"

Each gagged slave nodded vigorously to show his or her understanding and agreement.

The Assistant Trainer splashed our slave's now "clean and smooth" vulva and perineal area with water and dried the area with a towel. I noticed some pelvic "tucks" as our slave moved in response to the stimulation of the towel. Finally, some skin salve was applied to the area, leaving it faintly shining and, I was sure, a bit slippery.

"My dear," the Trainer began, "you already know that you have three 'holes,' three areas that your Owner will use for his or her pleasure. We are now going to explore these holes. You have done well for us so far and your Owner wants you to have an appropriate reward. You may take some pleasure from our exploration and use of these three areas that belong to your Owner. As you learned yesterday, you may not have an orgasm without permission. Now, I and my Assistant will perform these explorations, but we have a new trainer with us and he will also participate. You will continue to report what you are feeling, along with your responses. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Explorations of my Owner's three areas. Report my feelings and responses. Thank you, Mistress."

It was a nice speech: short, precise, and conveying a good understanding. I suspected this had also been part of our slave's recent "lessons."

The Trainer positioned herself between our slave's drawn-up legs and began a slow, rhythmic stroking of her mons and slit. In only a few moments, our slave began to moan in sync with her trainer's strokes. With no report coming from the slave, her Trainer paused. Our slave quickly caught on and gasped the news that she was finding these attentions "very arousing," and that she wanted to thank Trainer for her strokes, and, "Please, Mistress, may I come?"

Before resuming her strokes, Trainer replied, using a somewhat harsh tone, "Not yet, my dear slave. We want you to wait for our new member's attentions. You will have to ask him at that time. Do you understand?"

Only one moan escaped our slave before she managed her answer. "Yes, Mistress. Wait for the new member and ask then. Thank you, Mistress."

There could hardly have been any other answer.

The Trainer inserted two fingers into our slave's vagina, resting for the moment it took our slave to report this, along with her feeling of "just a little fulness down there." Then, pressing downward, she stretched our slave's vaginal muscles. "My dear slave, do you feel this stretching? Is there any pain in these muscles?"

Our slave certainly noticed this pressure on her vaginal muscles! She showed a short burst of pelvic rocking and her voice rose a few pitches as she cried out, "Please, Mistress! It's too big, Mistress!"

Coolly, her Trainer answered, "Nonsense, my dear. I've just pressed against a few of your vaginal muscles. Your cunt is very adaptable, you see, even allowing for passage of a baby. Of course, at that time we don't call it a cunt. Then, it's a 'birth canal.' So, you see, you have a lot to learn about these muscles. Your training will show you how to use these very muscles to give your Owner great pleasure when he gives you the opportunity for this service. Do you understand?"

I had an inward chuckle as our slave responded to the Standard Slave Question. "Yes, Mistress. Serve for the pleasure of my Owner and Master. Thank you, Mistress."

It seemed a well-rehearsed reply.

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Chapter 122: I Get to Try My Hand

Trainer motioned me to replace her at the entrance to our slave's cunt. Almost with my first strokes across her labia, our slave announced, "Please, Mistress, this is a new hand. The touch is different, but your slave is aroused here also. Please, Master, may your slave come?"

Tipped by the Trainer's grin and nod, I answered, in a voice I hoped did not show the extent of my own arousal (my prick had started hardening as the cables drew our slave's legs up), "Slave, I have a great deal of exploration to do. I want you to participate in these explorations. I will tell you when I want you to orgasm. Do you understand?"

A softer voice answered. "Please, Master, your slave understands. Climax when you command. Thank you, Master."

It was another nice speech, I thought, and a very arousing one, to boot!

I went through the motions of checking the vaginal dimensions and pelvic diameters as Albert's team had shown me. Our slave wasn't more than a bit over the average in size, but, at least from her reports, she was highly sensitive and responsive! I was about to move from her cunt to her anus when her Trainer motioned No.

Instead, I was directed to our slave's head, where her blindfold had been joined by a spider gag. This is a ring which goes in the slave's mouth behind her front teeth. Some slaves can contrive to stretch their jaws enough to "flip" the ring so that it can be expelled. Adding four "legs" to the rim effectively prevents this escape. The gag is large enough to open the wearer's jaw and allow an Owner's prick to enter his slave's mouth easily and safely. Later, certainly, the slave's training will assure no "accidents," but, at this stage, safety is a primary concern.

Naturally, introduction of my erect prick into our slave's mouth prevented any verbal report. Still, she did make several motions as if to expel my organ. Her Trainer quieted that activity with a single slash from her crop across the slave's thighs, still positioned by the cables.

She began to speak with the slave. "My dear slave, you have the privilege of tasting the prick of one of your trainers. You may not get this privilege often, so I advise you to make the most of it while it is available. After all, if you reject this, then how will this Master use you for his pleasure? He is expecting your tongue to seek out all his sensitive spots. By the time we've trained your tongue, it will practically speak a new language to any cock it meets. And, the talents your tongue develops may earn you some reward. Most Owners and Masters appreciate what a good tongue and lips can do. If yours does well, you can even ask for that orgasm you haven't been permitted since you came to us. A slave learns quickly to use every opportunity her Owner offers to provide for his pleasure and service. If she doesn't, why would her Owner keep and maintain her? A slave needs to keep track of her credits and debits in her Owner's account."

As she spoke, the slave ceased fighting me and I began to feel cautious licks from a hesitant tongue. It wasn't a good blowjob but, given the forecourse, it did lead me to a fairly substantial ejaculation. Trainer noted this immediately and signaled my withdrawal. Using a small tool to open the slave's jaws just a bit, she removed the spider gag and instructed her slave to open her mouth to display the semen just deposited. "Your display shows your Master how much you respect and value the deposit your Master has just given you. Anything less shows disrespect and you can expect an appropriate punishment. After your display, your Master will give you the privilege of swallowing his essence. Again, this is an honor you should always strive to deserve. Do you understand? Now, swallow!"

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