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Subject: {ASSM} Shelley's Training: Part 5 of 5 (FF, toys, anal, oral)
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Kudos to those who helped with ideas.  Sorry for the wordiness.  Sex does not
come until later in this part of the story.

Shelley's Training
Part 5: Rules. (FF, toys, anal, oral)

Shelley tried to peer into the darkness from her desk on the south side of
the dormitory.  Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a flash,
but could not be sure.  The breeze picked up a little, and she could hear
a little drizzle hitting the ground outside.  With the light at her desk
she could see nothing outside.  The moist, cool breeze gently wafted across
her bare chest, causing her nipples to become slightly erect.  Shelley shifted
on the hard seat.  The plug was uncomfortable.

She looked down at the small book.  It was hard bound book with an orange cloth
cover.  Printed on the front was "The Training Institute of The Maya
Foothills, Handbook for the Female Bottom Trainee." It was not very thick.
"Thank goodness," Shelley thought.

The Table of Contents read as follows:

Introduction to "The Institute"
Discipline and You
Does and Don'ts
Your Schedule
Your Position, Manners and Respect to Doms
Your ID card
Courses
The Central Court
Obligations and Duties


Shelly began to read.  The entire thing was written by Mistress Tabatha.
The introduction talked about how the Institute came into being, and its
mission.  Of course, the mission was to train young women and men to be sex
slaves who would ultimately be paired with a Master or Mistress once trained.
Apparently, there were many very wealthy people willing to pay for a slave, or
slaves.

In the discipline section she learned she there were several standard levels
of correction based on a demerit system.  Each level with its different
possible punishments, corresponding to the degree of offense, which varied from
public paddlings to confinement, servitude, to being put in a device whose
description made her shudder.  She hoped she would never be made to submit to
it yet was curious to see someone else in it.  (It was called the "monster.")
There were the whippings that Lisa had alluded to, and Shelley had seen on the
video while being shipped to her new home.  Demerits could come from hesitating
to do something ordered by a Master or Mistress, speaking out of place,
being late, or not completing the duties she had assigned to her.  Reading this
made her a little apprehensive but she felt she could be a "good girl."

In the "does and don'ts" section she learned she was not allowed to speak to
a Master or Mistress (referred to often as a "Dom") unless spoken to first.  She
could speak to fellow bottoms, however.  She was not allowed to wear any
clothing at first, only a collar was to be worn, and that at all times.
The only cloth allowed to cover her would be a sheet and blanket at night,
and a towel and only when drying.  (A punishment could include being denied
her towel. Of course someone would have to dry her off with a tongue.) 
Later, once she earned it, she would be allowed very light weight
skirts, halter tops, and eventually nice leather and silk items made to show off
her charms. 

She would not be allowed to masturbate, except while in public or at least with
other bottoms watching and helping, and that only with explicit permission 
of her Mistress.  Her orgasm was also subject to the whim of the Dom present at
the time.  During free time, the sub was allowed as many climaxes as she would
muster, unless there was some restriction placed on it by a Dom.

Shelley's schedule, like all the other girls, would begin at 6:30 AM.  They 
would be allowed to shower if needed.   No sex between them was allowed 
first thing.  Breakfast was at 7:30, and classes started at 8:00 AM. 
Lunch was at 12:00 noon.  Classes started again at 1:00 PM and went to 
3:00 PM.  They had 3:00 PM until 5:30 PM to do chores that would be assigned
by the Head Mistress.  Then 5:30 PM was dinner.  At 6:30 PM they would be 
dismissed to study and "play."  They were to reassemble at 9:30 PM in the dorm
to prepare for sleep.  Lights out would always be at 10 PM, and no sex allowed
in the dark.  (The philosophy of the Institute, for the subs at least, was 
that sex should be experienced in the open for all to enjoy.)  Shelley's 
particular schedule was on a crisp piece of paper, folder in the back of the 
little book.  It gave course, and at what time, but no location or directions
on how to get there!

"Your Position, etc." described who she was in the skeem of things at the 
Institute and as a sub to her future Master or Mistress.  It also detailed what 
positions she was to take while being inspected, addressed by a Dom, and so 
forth.  At any time she was the attention of a Dom, unless otherwise told, she 
was to have her legs spread, about a foot a part for easy access, and her 
chest thrust out a little, emphasizing her breasts.  Obviously, if she was 
bent over getting fucked, she would not need to thrust out her chest, but her 
legs would be spread!  At no time was a sub to walk around with her shoulders
slumped over, but always proudly, with her breasts leading the way.  

She learned not to look into the eyes of a Dom unless told to.  She was the 
property of the Institute, there to please the Doms, there to serve and be used.
This she knew, but reading it made Shelley sweat and shake a little.  Was it
anticipation or fear?  She could not tell.

The courses varied from cooking, arts, literature (with an emphasis on the 
erotic) and of course sex.  There were a total of six one-hour long classes a 
day, usually.  Some classes would last a week, others the entire four months.
All classes had tests, and no one was allowed to fail.  Those who did not do 
well were encouraged to do better with public paddling whippings and usage.  
(Some of the Doms had speculated that much of the failing was intentional.  
"Those subs, you know, enjoyed the humiliation.  Nonetheless, we Doms have a 
job to do!" they'd say)

"Obligations and duties" 
In this chapter of the book Shelley found a plastic and metal card, like a
credit card, but much smaller.  A little strap that would attach it to the
wrist was found in Shelley's chest at the foot of her bed.  The book indicated
there were a number of terminals throughout the school (and even a few in the
woods) that were connected to a central computer.  Shelley noted there were two
terminals in the dorm room.  Much of the sexual activity was to be accounted
for, and some acts had to be verified.  Any deviation from the required sexual
duties would result in painful punishment and the act itself, performed in
public to correct the lapse.  Sex experienced in class could not be counted
toward requirements with a few exceptions.  The sub had to seek out her own
sexual experiences.    

The sub had to have both her ass and pussy fucked by another sub or Dom, daily. 
She was required to lick a Dom's cunt and ass to her satisfaction several times
a week, and give several blow jobs a week. (Of course, practice is the key to 
learning anything well.  These requirements were only there to enforce her 
leasons in class and provide an avenue for excellence.) She was required to
receive a male's ejaculate in her asshole at least once a week.  (This was one
requirement that could be achieved in class.  With a ratio of four females to
each male, it was a necessary compromise.  Shelley blushed at the thought of
having other people there, while she was being used sexually.)  After each of
these required acts, the fact would have to be entered into the computer at one
of the terminals, and attested either by a Dom or two subs.  (It was not 
uncommon for the Dom or subs to have participated in the "practice session.")  
Having verified sex was permitted during "play" time, but it could in no way 
be counted toward the required and verified diet of sex.  Mistress Tabatha 
did mention even the Doms were required to fulfill certain levels of sexual 
activity, but the particulars were not the concern of the subs, and policed by
the Head Master of the Institute.

Shelley would be required to go to classes about six hours a day on subjects
varying from sexual topics, to arts, literature, etc. as mentioned before.
Several hours each day would be used for performing some community chore.  The
Head Mistresses would post a duty roster weekly.  There were four Masters, and
seven Mistresses. The subs were required to be available to be used at night by
any Master or Mistress or combination who might desire them.  (Little did
Shelley know, she had already generated a fair amount of interest.  Several of
the Doms had seen the video of her in Houston.)

She would have to wear a collar, and she would be chained to her bed at night. 
Under each bed was a stainless steel bowl.  If she needed to pee at night, she
would have to do it in the bowl.  If she needed to shit at night, she would
have to wake the head sub (it is beneath a Dom to be bothered with such things
at night).  A night shit would cost the sub at least two demerits, maybe more
depending on how the senior sub felt about it.  

Finally, the text indicated on the first full day she would be expected to 
be at her introduction class immediately after breakfast and take a test on 
the rulebook.  It indicated failure to receive a suitable mark on the test
would result in public chastisement that would help encourage the sub to do 
better the next time.  She would have to retake the same test until she received
a suitable mark.  (Little did Shelley know the "suitable mark" was perfection, 
and the test would have questions unrelated to the rule book, and almost
super specific questions about the text.)  Shelley was sure she would do well.
She had always been a good student.
*****

Shelley took the little card out of the book.  The book indicated that in 
the chest at the foot of her bed would be the strap to keep the card with 
her, her collar, and other toys, books, and items she would need for her stay
at the Institute. 

As Shelley finished reading the book, she could hear rain outside, and 
the flashes were closer.  A thunderstorm was moving in, cooling the air
more, and causing the breeze to pick up.  As she put on the strap to hold on
the card along with the collar, several other young women ran in, squealing,
trying to get out of the cold rain.  As with some thunderstorms, the rain was 
quite cold, and there was some small hail as well.  The hail stung the delicate
exposed flesh it pelted.  

Several girls right away noticed Shelley and stopped their laughing and 
giggling.  One spoke up, "Oh!  Hi.  I am Mary, and this is Lucy.  Who are
you?  Did you get here this evening?"

"My name is Shelley."  She blushed a little.  Mary was wearing a light yellow
sun dress.  It was wet, and Shelley could see Mary's nipples.  The dress was
short enough that it barely covered Mary's ass.  Lucy was totally naked.  Both
wore a collar.  Mary's seemed to have a bunch of trinkets on hers.

Mary had short brunette hair, with smaller breasts, was really skinny with
brown eyes and only about five foot tall.  Lucy had almost black hair, very
light skin, ice blue eyes, nice handful sized breasts, and an ass with nice 
rounded half globes. She also had a tattoo of a sun-like figure on her back
above the crack of her ass.  

After the introduction, about fourty other young women came running in.  
The hail had stopped, but it was raining hard, and the flashes of lightning 
and claps of thunder were very near by.  There was lots of chatter, giggling
and laughter of over fourty beautiful, happy and healthy young women.  

"OK my little sluts!  It is now almost 9:30.  I want you all to get your 
showers.  If you need to play some, you may.  I will remind you, however, 
lights out at 10 PM, or asses will be reddened.  Understood?"

Except for Mistress Dina's voice it was quiet.  "Yes, ma'am." said a chorus
of feminine voices.  She then walked into what turned out to be her room.

The women all went to their beds and got towel hanging on a rung on their 
chests.  Shelley's was folded neatly in the chest.  She went with them, noting
that many of the ladies had dildos and other probes with them.  Mary, now 
nude, except for the collar, walked up to Shelley with a towel in one hand, 
and a probe of sorts in the other.  

"Want to take a shower with me?  There are several showers big enough for 
two or three and then there is the big group shower."

Shelley gulped hard, and blushed.  She was still not used to lesbian sex, and
she new Mary was not taking the probe just the the hell of it.  Obviously, 
she intended to use it, or have it used on her.  Most likely, both. 

"OK." Shelley said tentatively.  She was going to have lesbian sex, something
a day ago she would not have dared try, with another woman whose name was all
she knew about her.

"Come on.  We'll have fun.  Besides, I bet you are all sweaty from your trip.
You came from which, Miami or Houston?"

"Houston, where I am from."  

"I came through there, too.  I am from Missouri. Joplin."

"Oh, I've been there..."  they talked as they walked toward one of the smaller
shower stalls.  Mary seemed to want Shelley all to herself.  Mary turned on
the water, and invited Shelley in.  Mary picked up a bar of soap there and 
pulled Shelley to her.  Shelley had stopped talking as Mary began to firmly
soap the taller woman down.  Mary paid special attention to Shelley's tits.
Then Mary firmly pulled the plug out of Shelley's ass with a loud "pop."  

"Face the wall.  Spread your legs, and lean against the it.  That's it.  
Time to get your nighttime fucking."  Mary commanded, with a smile.  
The probe had a knob about two inches in diameter, and the shaft, 
a full foot long, an inch thick.  At the other end there was a handle.  It
was made of flesh colored rubber.  Mary sucked the knob and part of the shaft,
getting it slick, and then spread open Shelley's labia, and pushed the probe 
into her tight cunt.  Shelley was a little nervous, so she was not very wet.

"Relax, honey.  I am just trying to fuck you a little.  Besides, I am 
trying to keep you from getting spanked too much tomorrow.  If you don't get
fucked in that pretty cunt and anus of yours tonight, you'll be spanked at
lunch tomorrow.  Now, relax and let Mary massage your tight little cunt hole."

Shelley, bit her lip and submitted to the probing.  She began to 
lube up as Mary rubbed her clit.  Shelley felt so exposed, and so open. Lucy
was standing at the shower door, watching.  For a few minutes Mary pumped the
probe in and out rapidly, faster as Shelley became more aroused.  Just as 
Shelley was getting close to an orgasm, Mary pulled the probe out while 
continuing to rub Shelley's sensitive lips and clit.  Shelley gasped and
groaned at the sudden vacancy she felt in her tunnel.  

Then Mary pushed the probe against Shelley stretched open anus.  She was still
somewhat loose from the plug she had warn all day.  Shelley's rosebud easily
gave way to the rubber violator.  She moaned and bit her lip.  

"Its okay, sweety.  Let it out when you come.  If you listen, you'll hear the
other girls enjoying their fun."  The room did have the sound of cries from
women in the throes of pleasure.

Mary was methodically fucking Shelley's ass.  Again on this day, Shelley was
going to cum.  Lucy was masturbating herself as she watched.  Neither 
Mary nor Shelley were aware that Lucy was watching.  Shelley came pretty 
hard, with the rubber shaft stroking her asshole and Mary's fingers rubbing
her clit and very wet cunt.  Shelley added her sounds to the song of other 
women singing in ecstasy.  Lucy came with Shelley.  

Leaving the probe in her ass, Mary told Shelley, "lay down.  I am going to ride 
your face.  I hope you are good at eating pussy, because I need your tongue in
me."

Shelley, one whose legs generally got pretty shaky after cumming, got on her
back on the hard tile floor.  Mary mounted Shelley's face. 

"Lick it good, honey.  Mmmmm. Yes, I need to cum.  Oh yeah...."  Shelley licked
out the wet walls of Mary's slick hole enthusiastically.  She spread open 
Mary's ass cheeks and tongued her asshole.  "Oh yeah, you nasty little girl. 
Lick my asshole.  That's it.  Fill my shit hole with your tongue.  Get it 
all out of there.  You are such a slut!  Oh baby, fuck me with your tongue.  
Mmmmmmmm, make me cum honey. Let me give you my juices.  That's it honey."  
Mary shouted, and continued shouting at Shelley as she licked deeply her ass,
and then her cunt and ass.  After several minutes of the merciless assault of
Shelley's tongue, Mary succumbed to climax.  She shrieked, and then shook as 
her body surrendered to its pleasure.  Had there not been warm water washing 
over Mary's body, she would have been wet from her own sweat. 

She almost fell over on to the floor.  "God, woman!  That was incredible.  
Where did you learn to do THAT?"  Mary implored, not really expecting an 
answer.  She relaxed on the tile floor.  Lucy then walked into the shower, 
mildly startling both women, and stated, "My turn!" and took Mary's place.

Lucy had a slightly different tangy taste than Mary or the other women she had
been made to eat out today.  Shelley was turned on again with the probe still 
deeply logged in her ass.  Warm water was gently running down her mons, 
trickling over her labia, and clit.  It was almost maddening, because it was
enough to be felt, but not enough to make her cum.  

Lucy simply opened her vulva and planted it on Shelley's mouth.  Shelley licked
again, like she was trying to eat honey out of a jar.  Lucy ground her bare 
mons and open pussy on Shelley's mouth, while Shelley licked the slick hole. 
It only took a few minutes, and Lucy as moaning, and groaning in her pleasure.
"Ahhhh!  YESSSS!!!!!"  Lucy flooded Shelley's face with juice.  

"Come on girls, you got a little over ten minutes!  Light's out in eleven
minutes, and don't think I wouldn't love to redden all your asses at once." 
Barked out Mistress Dina from the door to her room. "Lucy!  I want your ass
in here in five minutes.  If you're late its three demerits."  Shelley
remembered from the book three demerits could mean a very painful session in
front of the entire dinner crowd, including being publicly used.  Lucy looked a 
little worried.  "Yes, ma'am!" Lucy answered. 

Mary said to Shelley, "Come on girl.  I got to put this back in you now that I
am done with you."  Shelley presented her ass again to Mary, who removed her
probe and slipped the plug back in its tight little home.  Shelley said,
"Thanks" and then wondered why she said that.

"Darla.  Be sure all the girls are secure before lights out.  Understand.  I 
am hoping I get to paddle you tonight, so go ahead and take your time, after 
all."  Mistress Dina called out.  "Yes, ma'am." could be heard from the dorm
room.

"What's that about Luce?"  Mary asked, as they each soberly and hurriedly dried 
themselves.  

"Oh, I don't know.  I was supposed to help with some of the gardening today, 
but Master Jack used me at that time.  I think I am in trouble for not
doing my duties in the court yard.  Sometimes I think they want me to get 
into trouble."  Lucy answered under her voice.

Mary smiled knowingly.  "You been here a month and you still don't know that.
Of course they want you to get in trouble silly little slut."

"Oh."  Lucy actually sounded innocent and surprised.  Shelley could see that
from what Lucy said it was a set up.  They did enjoy forcing the women to submit
to the Dom's whims. That was a part of the game.  Lucy went straight into 
the Mistress's room, while the Mistress watched her, taping her boot on the 
wooden floor.  Everyone was quiet.

Mary was in row 3, bed number 2, catti-corner from Shelley.  Lucy was usually
in row 3, bed 1, next to Shelley.  She had disappeared into the Mistress's
room, however.  

Shelley and Mary turned down their beds, and got in.  Shelley noted that the 
clock read "9:58 PM."  

"OK.  Let me get you attached to your bed.  Shelley, right?"  

The woman talking to her Shelley assumed must be Darla.  She was a waffish 
blonde, about 5 foot 3 or so, with small breasts, and long hair, almost to her
ass.  She had a pretty smile, but a kind of distant sadness in her face and 
slightly red eyes.  

"Yes, and you are Darla?"

"Uh huh.  I am the senior sub this month.  There you go.  I got to hurry."

Shelley noticed that Darla's ass was very red, apparently from a very recent 
spanking.  She would later learn she had been spanked at dinner for being late
to her assignment with one other Mistresses in cleaning the classrooms.

Shelley had a six foot chain attaching her to the head of the bed.  She figured
it would be just enough to get out of bed and pee.  She might be able to get 
out and play with Mary if she got out too.  Why that thought crossed her mind, 
she was not sure, but it turned her on.  Was she becoming gay?  The thought 
bothered her a little.

Darla had just gotten in bed, when Mistress Dina yelled out, "OK, sluts, lights
out.  Sleep well!  Tomorrow is another day for you to learn how to properly 
please a Dom.  Now, go to sleep."

It was absolutely dark in the dorm, except for a little sliver of light coming 
from under the Mistress's door, and the occasional, now distant, flash of 
lightning.  A gentle breeze moved through the room.  Within minutes, most of 
the women were breathing softly as they slipped into slumber.  Shelley was
awake, however.  She could hear the Mistress speaking very sternly and the 
soft answers that sounded like "Yes, ma'am" and "No, ma'am."  It was all
muffled, however.

Then it was quiet for a bit.  As Shelley began to relax a little and dose off,
she was started awake by the sharp sound of a strap whooshing through the air
and striking soft flesh, and a cry.  It was all muffled by a heavy door and
sound proofing in the walls, but Shelley could tell Lucy was receiving a serious
strapping.  For some reason she began to get wet again between her legs as 
she remembered the strapping she had received earlier in the day.  After a
while, it was quiet again, and then she heard the Mistress shouting curses.  A
little while later, the door opened and flooded the room with light.  Lucy was
still whimpering, naked and a little sweaty.  The Mistress led her to her
bed, and Lucy got in.  She too was rather sweaty.  Then the Mistress locked
Lucy to the bed.  Shelley watched as this transpired. 

Then she startled as she realized the Mistress was looking at her.  She shut her
eyes hoping to credibly feign sleep.  

"You must be the new arrival, Shelley.  Right?"

"Umm, yes Mistress."  Shelley trembled a little.  

"You should be asleep, you know."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, I am too tired to play anymore tonight.  Otherwise, I'd be tempted to 
take you into to my room.  Maybe tomorrow night.  Hmm?  Don't worry, we WILL 
play. I saw some of the video of you today, by the way.  You are pretty hot! 
I am looking forward having you.  Soon, very soon."

"Yes, ma'am."  Shelley was frightened by Mistress Dina, but she was so 
beautiful.  Shelley found something flaring up in her as she looked at the 
Mistress, with her long red locks that cascaded over her heaving breasts.  
The Mistress was totally nude.  Mistress Dina wore no collar, only a pendant 
Shelley could not make out in the darkness.  There was the very evident 
smell of pussy in the air, coming both from the Mistress and Lucy.  It was
mostly the Mistress's scent on Lucy's face.

"Don't wipe any of that from your face, Lucy.  I want you to smell me all 
night, tonight."

"Yes, Mistress." Lucy whimpered. 

"Nice to meet you, Shelley.  Now get some rest.  You have a long day ahead of
you."

"Yes, ma'am."

The Mistress almost silently walked into the light of her room, with the floor
creaking lightly as she crossed the floorboards.  She closed her door, and 
then her light went out.  Now it was dark, and silent.  After about half 
an hour thinking about the day, Shelley fell asleep.

Next: Part 6: Shelley starts her training.

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