Shuddering she looked around her kennel. By the mirror were her cosmetics and perfumes and clothes, all suitable for a pleasure slave, hung on the rack. Inspecting her body she found the lower half stained with a greenish slime. That brought back last night.
The lizard-man had used her twice more before leaving her unconscious and exhausted and still fixed to the punishment block. There had been applause and 'helpful' suggestions from the guests. After the second time her bowels had let loose the accumulated mass of green slime and she had fouled herself. That hadn't spoiled Brulli's enjoyment of her the third time in the least. She shuddered at the memory. Then the voice of her Teacher came from outside her kennel.
"Shemba, you lazy slut! Get out here at once."
Shakily Shemba crawled out through the door and found herself on all fours in front of her Teacher who stood over her with a crop in her hands. Shemba trembled as she realised that Teacher was furious with her.
"Punishement position!"
Quaking inside, Shemba turned her backside towards Teacher and clasping her hands behind her neck bowed her head to the floor. As she had been taught she spoke ritual words of abasement:
"Mistress, your unworthy slave awaits her punishment."
With a whistle the crop came down on her back and her arse time and again. Shemba bit her lip hard enough to bring blood to keep herself from crying out. A dozen times the crop came down on her back as Teacher snarled at her:
"Miserable, disobedient slut! Show me up in front of the Master will you? I'll teach you. If you ever let me down again I'll have the skin off your back!"
At the end of the punishment Shemba was sobbing but she managed to gasp out the formula speech she had been taught:
"Thank you for correcting my errors, k...kind Mistress."
"Get your arse into the showers you disgraceful bitch. The Master wants to see you in half an hour."
She washed herself carefully, trying not to touch the cuts she had received from the lizard-man and Teacher. Then Teacher rubbed her all over with a foul smelling ointment rubbing it even into her sore cunt and arsehole. Shemba supposed it must have been magical for when she showered it all off again the cuts and bruises beneath had vanished.
Teacher did not even bother to dress her or give her a chance to fix her hair and make-up but lead her, naked and on a leash, up to the doors of the Master's chamber. Teacher tethered her to a ring set in the wall of the corridor outside and went within.
Shemba strained to hear the conversation inside. There were two male voices, one low and apologetic, the other firm and angry, her Master's voice.
"You have played stupid games with your powers for the last time under my roof. The excercise of power is natural in a wizard but I also require my students to have some discretion and to know when to leave a delicate piece of work alone. If that slave is damaged at this vital stage of her training the blame will be yours alone. You are dismissed from my House and your indentures torn up. Go and find another Master to teach you if you can!"
Footsteps came towards the door where she knelt and Choro, the apprentice who had cast the spells on her the night before, came through. He paused for a moment, standing over her and she looked up into his face to see a look of rage and humiliation on his face.
"I'll see you again, little slave. You've ruined me here and I'll see you again!"
Shemba watched as he stalked off down the corridor and was not even aware of her Teacher coming to fetch her until she felt the tug on her leash. In fear and trembling she crawled forward to kneel at her Master's feet.
"Well, little Shemba. Do you understand the nature of the offence you caused last night."
"I think so, Master. I was displeasing because I disrupted your feast. I beg pardon, Master."
"Not only that, but more seriously you tried to object when a man made use of you." "Yes, Master. I'm sorry Master. It was just that what he did...was like nothing I have ever experienced before. I had no idea it was possible. Forgive me please, Master."
"Well, Choro should have known better and I have dismissed him from my service. You have been punished by Brulli and by your Mistress. Do you think that is sufficient punishment?"
"That is not for me to decide. You are my Master. All I can do is beg forgiveness."
"Your answer is correct. For now I will order no more punishment. I think part of your problem is that you have yet to accept that you are truely and totally a slave. You may have said you were but only parrot fashion. I will use this morning to fix the idea firmly in your mind."
She looked up as the Master snapped his fingers. But it was not to her that the signal was addressed. Teacher was removing her clothes and kneeling naked about five feet in front of Shemba, facing her and in the same kneeling position as Shemba. The Master leaned forward and studied them.
"Tell me Shemba, do you know how one can tell if a person is a Slave?"
"No, Master." Shemba found herself staring at her Teacher. She was beautiful and displayed her body proudly and without any sense of shame or humiliation.
"It's quite simple. A Slave wants to please Masters. A Slave does not wait to be told what to do. If she knows that a thing will please a Master she does not need to be commanded, she will do it willingly. She will be unable to do anything else until she knows the Master's desire has been satisfied. Do you understand what I am saying, Shemba?"
"Yes, Sir."
"What are women, Shemba?"
She thought back to the ritual phrases she had learned in her language lessons: "Women are Slaves, Master."
"And what are men?"
"Men are Masters."
"And what are you, Shemba?"
"I am a woman, Master."
"That is right. Now look at your Teacher. She is very beautiful. So are you, Shemba. Many men like to watch beautiful women together. They like to watch them make love to each other. Have you ever made love to a woman, Shemba?"
"No, Master." Her mouth was very dry.
"I am one of the men who like to watch beautiful women make love to each other, Shemba. It would please me to watch you and your Teacher make love. Note that I do not command you to do anything, Shemba. Challya I do command you not to move towards Shemba nor to reach for her unless she first comes to you, understand?"
"Yes, Master." Teacher smiled serenely at Shemba, her earlier anger apparently forgotten.
"Shemba, understand this, I would be very pleased if you were to move forward and kiss Teacher, first on the mouth and then on the breasts. It would give me great pleasure if the two of you were then to make love. If you want to you have my permission to do so. But I do not command you to."
As he fell silent Shemba felt a terrible whirling in her head. When the Master had said that he liked to watch women together her eyes had returned once again to her Teacher as she knelt a short distance away. Shemba had nearly no memory of her life before she belonged to her Master but she felt sure that she had never seriously thought about lesbianism for herself. Now the idea seemed not only natural but exciting. When he mentioned Teacher's mouth and breasts she felt her own mouth water and her pussy begin to moisten. The compulsion to move was not as instant as when she was commanded to move, but she could feel it growing within her.
"Look Shemba," said Teacher, "Aren't my breasts lovely. I'm waiting for you to come and kiss them. I'd like to come and kiss yours, and your mouth and your pussy. Is your pussy getting wet?"
"Yes, Mistress." Shemba could not lie.
"I knew it would. Mine's getting very wet. I want come over and kiss you. But I can"t unless you come to me first. Wouldn't it be nice if we could lick each other's pussies?"
"Oh yes Mistress..."
"You could lick my nipples while I put my fingers inside you. Look, my nipples are getting hard just thinking about it. Are your nipples hard?"
"Yes, Mistress. Very hard. They ache."
"My pussy is hot and very wet. Can you see it? You could lick and touch it. Would you like that?"
Shemba could only nod.
"Shall I tell you the thing that makes me most excited? The fact that he will be watching."
With an incoherent moan Shemba flung herself across the space between them and fastened her mouth over Teacher's. She felt the other woman's warm, sweet breath in her own mouth, the two tongues touching and intertwining. Then her mouth went to Teacher's breasts, sucking hard on the tiny point-hard nipples. Then Teacher's hands and mouth were touching her breasts and she could feel Teacher's fingers first touching gently then plunging into her moist pussy. Shemba's eyes opened and she could see the Master's face looking down on her, smiling.
The next half-hour was a delicious torment to Shemba. At Teacher's command she payed oral tribute to every part of the other woman's body, sucking the gorgeous heavy breasts and drinking her sweet vaginal fluids. Then Teacher lay her back with her legs open towards the Master and slowly, gradually brought Shemba to a shattering climax. As she played with Shemba, fingering her lower lips, Teacher whispered further lessons:
"It feels good to please the Master, doesn't it?"
"Oh Mistress, please...."
"Say it Shemba! Say 'I like being frigged while men watch.'"
"I...I like being frigged while men watch."
"Good girl! You get a reward for that!" And with that Teacher put her mouth to Shemba's right nipple, sucking hard and long while her fingers continued to play with Shemba's clitoris. Shemba felt herself become still more aroused. Teacher lifted her head and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Mistress. You know I did."
"Would you like me to suck your other breast?"
At Shemba's nod she continued: "Well, you must earn that reward too. Say 'I like pleasing men.'"
"I like pleasing men."
"All men?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"In any way they ask?" Shemba looked up at the Master. His eyes were bright and hard on her. She imagined offering him her body and his hard strong body inside hers once again. She remembered the rush of pleasure as she gave him what he wanted by going to Teacher.
"In any way they ask," she repeated speaking to the Master as much as to Teacher. Teacher smiled and took Shemba's other nipple between her teeth.
An infinite time later Shemba heard Teacher say: "Would you like to come now?"
"Mistress, please...."
"You must earn it, you know. You've admitted that you like to please men: you wanted to do what the Master wanted even without being commanded. What sort of woman wants to please men so badly? What sort, Shemba?" She did not want to speak but the binding spell gave her no choice.
"A slave, Mistress."
"Are you such a woman, Shemba?"
"I must...I am....I must be..."
"Say it, Shemba."
"I...am...a Slave."
"What are you?"
"A Slave, Mistress!"
"Good Slave. Now come for the Master!"
Teacher put her mouth to Shemba's pussy and within a few moments she had Shemba's body arching back in climax as the Master looked on and smiled. As Shemba lay at his feet, exhausted physically and emotionally by her orgasm, the Master stood and looking down at her and Teacher, spoke: "She has passed this barrier. Now that she has admitted it to herself she will progress nicely."
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