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Subject: {ASSM} New: Shelley's Training, Part 4 of 4 (MF, FF, MC, bondage, anal)
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Shelley's Training Part 4: First Introductions.
(MF, FF, MC, bondage, anal)

Shelley was now "unpacked."  Naomi and Gina assisted her off the chair she had
been sitting in for about the last seven hours.  Naomi was right, Shelley was
very stiff.  They had to help her walk.  They walked around the room for 
five minutes or so, until Shelley could walk well on her own again.  She felt
very akward walking in the complete nude with this thing in her ass.  The 
tassles tickled her thighs.

"There, you doin' a little better?" Gina asked.  

"Yes, ma'am, I am.  Thank you."  

"Good.  Let's get you setup in the dormatory."

The receiving room was about twenty feet square, with a garage door at one end,
where Shelley's crate had been wheeled from the truck into the room, a door in
the wall to the left, in about the middle of the room, which was closed, and
another in the middle of the wall opposite the garage door.  That door was open
and Shelley could see into that room.  The room she was walking in had ceilings
about ten or so feet overhead, with fluorescent lights hanging down and 
ceiling fans each evenly spaced.  She noted that the walls, floors, and ceilings
were all a dark wood, namely mohagany, a common tree of the area.  The wall 
to the right had windows.  Outside it was getting dark, but Shelley could see 
the lush green of subtropical forests, watered by near daily rain.  It was 
very pretty.

They walked through the door opposite the garage door into a room roughly 
"L" shaped, fourty feet wide, and sixty feet deep on each leg.  To the back left
of the room, there was a glass wall, twenty feet wide, and behind the wall 
showers.  To the right, near the storage room there was a closed door, and some
windows which had drapes over them on the otherside.  At the corner of the 
"L" was on a slightly raised platform another leather covered vaulting horse
like the one Shelley had experienced earlier in the day.  Laying neatly on a
 table next to the horse was a leather strap, a paddle, and a bull whip, and 
leaning against the table, a five foot long finger thick piece of bamboo.  
Shelley had an expression of worry when she looked at the items on the table.

The wooden floor creaked slightly as they walked across it.  The wood was 
polished smooth and waxed.  It was cool under Shelley's feet.  Evenly spaced 
were 36 twin beds, all neatly made with a white sheet and grey blanket each.
At the foot of each bed was a chest, and underneath each bed a stainless 
steel pan.  The frames of the beds were made of the same wood, dark mohagany
and were quite sturdy. Each frame had a six foot long chain attached to it at 
the head of the bed.

Gina and Naomi lead Shelley to her bed, row 4, bed 1, opposite the store room, 
and nearest to the east side of the building.  The south and east sides of the 
room were almost completely windows, streatching the length and from about 
three feet to eight feet above the floor.  Out the east window Shelley could 
see several buildings, and a wall surrounding the compound, of which the 
dormatory was a part.  Between the buildings was a yard, having a few trees, 
flowers, and some benches and other objects she could not quite make out in 
the failing light.  

"This is going to be your bed for the time you are here.  It is expected you
will have this bed made the way it is now.  There are a fair number of rules 
to this place for trainees, and you are expected to know them all, and follow
them all.  Failure to do so will result in public punishment." Naomi began to 
tell Shelley.

"In your chest at the foot of the bed, there are the materials for your classes 
you have been enrolled into, and a handbook explaining the rules of the 
Institute for a trainee, and a bottom, as you are.

"Dinner is typically at 6 PM, but because we got in so late, Mistress Tabatha is
 
having someone fix us something.  Now, during your free time tonight, I'd 
like to suggest you read as much of the hand book as possible, and get to know
the rules.  Until you are above bottom status, the only time you are
allowed to have cloth covering your body is in bed and when drying yourself 
after washing or swimming."

"Yes, ma'am."

Shelley noted that along the south, north and west walls were small desks with
a small light on each, and wooden chairs.  The windows were opened some, 
allowing a fresh smelling, warm humid breeze gently blow through the room.  It 
had rained about an hour before they had arrived.  

"Let's see what Lisa and her crew have whipped up, so to speak," Gina laughed 
a little, "for dinner.  Lisa is another slave, who also happens to be a chef 
trained at one of the culinary schools in San Francisco.  She teaches the 
classes on various home making skills, including cooking.  Lisa also happens 
to be an excellent seamstress, and has designed and created many of our outfits 
and costumes.  Another thing, she is very good with a whip.  I know from 
experience."  Naomi said with an almost impreceptable shudder.

They walked across the room, between the beds to a door next to the showers, 
and went into the dinning room.  A hall to their right lead to the outside, 
and the compound's yard, and to the left the dining room, with space for 
seventy to sit.  At the west side of the dinning room, there was a small 
platfrom for a person to stand and speak.  They chose the table nearest the
kitchen, on the south end of the dining room.  

"Lisa, we're here.  Boy, it sure smells great!" Naomi almost yelled.

A little feminine 'squeal' could be heard from the kitchen, and out ran a 
woman five foot three, blazing red hair and piercing blue eyes, and ample 
portions in the bosom and rear.  She was wearing a short light blue dress, with 
a darker blue apron on.  She ran to Naomi and hugged her tight, and then gave
her a smoothering, hot kiss on the mouth.  Their tongues wrestled a bit, and
then both women flushed with excitement, parted.  Shelley looked a little 
shocked, and Gina only smiled.

"Wow!  I guess you ARE glad to see me, aren't you dear Lisa?  How have you 
been?" Naomi said.

"Great!  I have a really good crew of girls this week. Oh, I have a new toy I
want to share with you.  I think it will make a real impression on you!"  
Lisa giggled "I have a nice dinner for you.  We got in some fish from the coast
this morning.  So I steamed some of the white fish for you guys, and fixed a 
nice brown rice pilaf, steamed some asparagas, and I have a sorbet made from 
papayas and mangos grown on the property.  Sound good?"

"Yeah, great.  I am starving." Gina said. 

"Mmmmm!  Sounds yummy.  What's for desert?" Naomi asked, winking at Lisa. 

"Well, come by my mistress's apartment, and we shall see.  Maybe she'll let us
play. So who is our new trainee?  And isn't she delicious looking."  then 
looking at Shelley, "I bet you are as tasty as Naomi.  What is your name?"

"Shelley, ma'am."  Shelley looked down, a little embarassed and excited seeing
what see did.  She was still not accustomed to seeing lesbian and bisexual 
expressions of affection.

"Turn around.  I want to look at you."

Shelley turned around, her face turning a little pink at the humiliation of
having a woman admire her nakedness.  

"Whow.  Look at those marks on your butt.  Did you get in trouble with Mistress
Tabatha already?"  Lisa asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, I really doubt this will be the last time your pretty ass is red.  Hmm, 
I like your tail.  The tassles are a nice touch.  You know I teach the 
culinary arts here at the Institute.  You will be in my class on intro cooking, 
beginning tomorrow.  If you are not on your best behavior with me, I'll see to 
it your bottom and other parts get a little attention from me.  In fact, 
that is something I look forward to.  I guess in a couple weeks you will be in 
the kitchen with me.  I love to cook, and I like playing in the kitchen, too."  
Lisa smiled.  

Shelley blanched a little at Lisa's statements.  Shelley was not sure she 
could endure a whip.  She couldn't help wonder if she had made the correct
choice in come here.  

"You girls sit down, and I'll have my ladies bring dinner out to you.  Do you 
mind if I sit and talk with you while you eat?" Lisa asked Naomi.

Naomi looked at Gina who noded, and answered Lisa, "Of course, silly.  I always
like having you around.  If the other girls aren't too busy, they can come out,
too."

"No, they are cleaning up from dinner tonight.  We had pot roast, so we kind of
made a mess."

"OK.  Well, we are ready whenever the food is."  So, Naomi, Gina and Shelley 
took their seats at the end of the table.  Shelley squirmed a little because of
the discomfort of the plug in her butt.  The chairs the three sumbissive girls
sat in were all wood, with hard wooden seats.  As Shelley sat, the plug was 
pushed a little further up her hole.

A woman, about five foot seven, with light brown hair and brown eyes came out
carrying a covered platter.  She wore a green apron, and nothing else, except
three inch heels.  She had a smaller chest, but still very nice, and 
wide hips and looked to be maybe eighteen to twenty.  She smiled at the three 
sitting at the table.  She sat the platter down and went back in to the kitchen.
Another woman, five foot tall, with black hair and dark brown eyes and light
brown skin, wearing only a red apron, came out with a bowl full of brown rice
pilaf, and another with the steamed asparagus.  She too smiled, but said
nothing.  As this shorter girl was setting the food down, Mistress Tabatha and 
the doctor both walked into the dining room, and set down next to Naomi and 
Shelley.

Lisa came out, and noded, "Hello mistress, doctor.  It is good to have you
back.  I see you got a good one this time!"  She set down next to Mistress
Tabatha.

The shorter girl began to serve the rice and vegetables to each.  Then she 
uncovered the fish, which was steaming, and covered in a lemon, thinly sliced
onions, and butter.  The smell made everyone's mouths water.  She put some of
the filets on each plate, set the platter down and covered it, and left back 
through the swinging doors into the kitchen.  Giggling and the sounds of dishes 
and washing could be heard coming from behind the doors.  She returned with a
bottle of Chardonnay.  The girl served everyone a glass of wine.  She then 
returned to the kitchen.

"Well, she certainly is pretty.  I cannot argue that.  We shall see how 
responsive to proper training she is." Mistress Tabatha said.  

"Most of the girls who come through here do well, mistress.  I just know Shelley
will do as well.  I know of a couple masters who are looking for a good slave.
I am sure we will be able to place her.  My mistress, Mistress Dina was telling 
me of a friend of hers who should be coming out here in about a month or so."

They talked and ate.  Only Shelley was real quiet.  She had correctly surmised
that she was not to talk until spoken to.  Such is the plight of a bottom.  
They others spoke of the trip, the training, and other things.  After about 
fourty-five minutes of eating, talking and laughing, they got up. 

"Shelley.  You have a handbook to read this evening.  Normally this would be 
free time, but you need to know the rules, if only to save you from the 
cane, paddle, and whip.  Except to defecate, you will wear the plug I gave you
all week."  Mistress Tabatha said.  

"Yes, ma'am."

They got up, and the two women who brought out the food began to clear away the
dishes.  

Mistress Tabatha said, "Naomi and Gina, you are free to go and spend the rest of
the evening until 'lights out' doing as you wish.  I am sure Lisa will be done
soon.  And, good night to you doctor.  Shelley, you come with me."

"Good night Tabatha.  Girls."  The doctor, looking a little tired left out the 
east door."

Mistress Tabatha walked back into the dorm room, and walked over to Shelley's
bed.  She opened the chest, and in it was a small book.  She handed it to
Shelley.  It had a red and orange cover, and in black lettering, 'The Training
Institute of Maya Foothills, Handbook for the Female Bottom Trainee.'  

"I expect you to have this read by tomorrow morning.  You will 
have a introductory class right after breakfast, and a test.  If you do not
pass the test, you will be paddled at lunch.  If you still do not pass, you will
will be paddled at the end of each meal time at your table until you do pass.  
Over on the south wall you will find a desk with '4-1' on it.  That is your 
desk while you are being trained.  Lights out at 10 PM.  The other girls will be
in here at about 9:30 or so. Good luck on your studies, and I'll see you at
breakfast." 

"Yes, ma'am. Good night."

"Good night, Shelley.  I know you will do well, I just have to be a little hard
on you.  It is my job as your trainer."  Mistress Tabatha smiled.  She actually 
did like Shelley already.

"Thank you, ma'am.  I will do my best."

Mistress Tabatha left, her heels clicking on the hard wood surface.  Shelley
carried the book to the desk and turned on the light.  She noted the clock on
the wall said `7:50.`  So, she had about a hour and a half to read.

Next (of course): The rules

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