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Subject: {ASSM} Part 7 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair (MF, FF, Bd)
Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2002 16:10:05 -0400
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This is a work of fiction in 11 parts.  No reference to real persons 
is intended.  It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery 
and language.  If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
          
Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@canadamail.de

(MF, FF, Bond)

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Part 7 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     After they had left, Clair led Susan to the bath. 
As soon as they were out of sight she had turned and
gently removed the nipple clamps.  Susan started to cry
and thank her but Clair shot her a stern warning look and
cupping her ear with one hand pointed around the room
with the other as if indicating the possible location of
hidden microphones.  Susan leaned in close and whispered
in her ear, "you think the place is bugged?"  In answer
Clair shrugged her shoulders and continued to lead on
toward the bath.

     Once there Clair had run the bath water and undone
Susan's arm restraints.  Susan was now fully naked which
was a welcome break from the previous 14 hours.  Susan
reached up as if to remove Clair's headdress, but Clair
pulled back sharply.  Susan hadn't seen the murder of
Brenda but Clair had.

     Over the next hour and a quarter, Clair performed
the functions of a perfect slave and did Master Rex's
bidding with Susan.  When she was finished Susan looked
ready for a major social event, minus heavy make-up and
any clothes, of course.  Then over her feeble protests,
Clair reattached her collar and arm restraints.  Lastly,
she went to reattach the nipple clamps.  Susan tried to
squirm away but Clair pulled her back.  And when she
squirmed away again, Clair yanked her sharply and glared
at her.  Then as she attached the clamps, as gently as
possible, Susan started crying.  There wasn't much she
could do about that but to wait until the tears had
stopped enough to repair the  make-up and hurry back to
the training room.

     They made it with minutes to spare.

     Master Rex looked quite pleased, thanked Mistress
Jeannie, rather than Clair, and taking Susan, left the
room.

     As soon as they were gone, Mistress Jeannie motioned
Clair over to her and gave her a big hug.  "Master Rex
was pleased," she said, "so I am pleased.  You've done
good work."  And then she reached up and grasped one of
Clair's nipples with one hand while reaching down to her
pussy with the other and did something which caused her
to flush with a sexual rush like she had never
experienced before.  It was so intense she almost
couldn't breath.  And a second later she experienced a
rather mild orgasm which was an unusual follow up to that
magnificent erotic build up.  But it left her feeling
tremendously hot and highly energized.  Her Mistress
seemed quite pleased with herself.

     First her Mistress sat her down and lectured her for
a long time on slave etiquette.  Then she removed Clair's
head gear, leaving only the neck collar, and quizzed her
for half an hour her until she was satisfied that she had
it right.

     During the lecture and quiz Clair's stomach had
growled on a few occasions.  So when the lesson was over,
her Mistress took her into the kitchen and fed her as
Master Rex had fed Susan.  Clair was so grateful to eat
she wasn't overly humiliated by the process.  Afterwards
her Mistress washed her face off with a cloth.  She
uncuffed Clair's hands long enough to have her completely
clean up the remains of the brunch.

     When the kitchen was ship shape, her Mistress led
Clair back through the big room and into what turned out
to be a small attached gym.  "It is the duty of all
Slaves and Mistress's," she said, "to stay in good
physical shape.  Have you been exercising regularly up
till now?"

     "Yes, Mistress"

     "Tell me about it"

     And while Clair described her regular exercise
routine, her Mistress checked it off against some kind of
chart on a clipboard.  When she was finished talking, her
Mistress did some quick calculating and then posted two
exercise schedules on the wall.  One for each of them. 
Clair noticed two others which were already posted, one
for Master Rex and another for Susan.  She was a little
pleased to note that her own exercise routine was not
much more difficult than what she was used to, but a
great deal more rigorous than her Mistress's.  Susan's
was much gentler than either, and Master Rex's was very
demanding, indeed.  He was obviously in great physical
shape and probably quite strong.  This didn't surprise
Clair who had gotten this impression when he was raping
Brenda.

     So they exercised.  Then they took another shower
together during which time, her Mistress showed her some
more sexual techniques.  Afterwards, while they were
drying off in the bedroom, the phone rang.  Master Rex
directed her Mistress's attention to a certain evening
dress which she would find hanging in the closet.  It was
quite eloquent, but Jeannie was sure it hadn't been there
that morning.  She had Clair help her get ready.  When
they were finished, Clair thought her Mistress looked
really fabulous.  Her hair and make-up were beautiful,
the peach evening dress clung to her body provocatively,
she was wearing spiked heels.

     Following new 'directions,' which her Mistress found
in the dresser drawer, she had dressed Clair for the
evening as well.  In addition to her neck collar, Clair
wore a single long leather glove.  Both arms slipped into
it behind her back.  The base of the glove clipped to the
back of her collar.  There were no hands to the glove. 
It just tapered off into a large mitten from which a long
thong extended.  There was a chain belt around her waist
and the leather thong was tied first to the belt at her
back, and then tightly between her legs to the belt in
the front, and then up between her breasts to the collar
ring in front.  As she walked she felt the leather strap
rub against her anus, pussy and clit.  It was both
stimulating and uncomfortable.  Clair also wore four inch
heels.

     When they were ready to leave, her Mistress clipped
the leash to the front of the collar and led Clair back
to the kitchen.  There they found Susan dressed in an
identical outfit.  The only difference was that Clair's
leather glove restraint and shoes were white, and Susan's
were black.

     As they entered the kitchen, Jeannie noticed that
Susan's leash had been attached to a hook on the wall, so
she parked Clair on the neighboring hook.  Master Rex was
dressed in formal evening attire.  He walked over and
placed little silver troughs of food and little china
saucers of milk on the floor in front of both girls.  He
did something to adjust the room temperature.  And
leaving them to eat, he took Jeannie's hand and led her
through a new door into a small but beautifully decorated
dining room.  Clair got a glimpse of wood paneled walls,
a fancy dining table with a blue linen cloth and plush
carpet, before the door swung closed.

     In the kitchen, Clair and Susan conversed in hushed
tones and ate their meals as well as they could.  Dinner
in the other room lasted a long time.  Toward the end
they heard music and then a long, long silence.  No one
came back for Clair or Susan that night so they ended up
sleeping huddled against each other on the kitchen floor.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     As the dining room door opened, Jeannie found an
eloquent and elaborate candle-lit dinner for two.  Master
Rex opened a bottle of champagne which was sitting in a
bucket of ice, pouring two drinks, and offering a toast. 
"To the most beautiful Mistress in the world, may she
become as talented as she is lovely."  This was the
moment when Jeannie Rogers truly became Mistress Jeannie. 
Without a pang of conscious she lifted her glass and
joined him in the toast.  And as she drank, she meant it.

     There were hors d'oeuvres, a salad, soup, wines, a
fabulous lobster dish in some kind of cream and cheese
sauce.  There was broccoli with Hollandaise and a
wonderful flan dessert.  There were after dinner drinks. 
Over the entire course of the meal, Master Rex would ask
questions and listen to Mistress Jeannie talk.  She would
ask questions and he would tell stories about the Mart. 
Between the stories and the drinks, Jeannie's head was
spinning long before dinner was over.

     And when the last bite had been eaten and the last
drop drunk, Master Rex rose from the table and smiling
said, "would you care to dance?"

     Rising just a little unsteadily and smiling back,
Mistress Jeannie answered, "I'd love to."

     So the Trainer pushed the table and chairs off to
one side and turned a switch.  Soft music filled the
room.  He walked up to Mistress Jeannie and extended his
hand.  She took it.  And holding her close and moving
slowly, so that she wouldn't trip between the high heels,
and the thick carpet, and the drink, he danced with her
for almost half an hour.  By the end of that time, she
was sobering a little.  When the tape ended he said,
"must you rush off, or would you like to get a closer
look at my quarters?"

     "Master Rex," she answered with an almost eager
smile, "I'd love to come look at your quarters."

     So placing his arm around her shoulders they walked
slowly to his room.

     When they got there she noticed that there were now
satin sheets on the bed and that the lights had been
turned down.  He walked her to the center of the room
where he turned and took her in his arms.  He again
started slowing dancing with her--this time without
music.  She rested her head against his shoulder. And
after a few minutes of this, he stopped moving and when
she looked up to read his face, he leaned over and kissed
her--lightly and tenderly at first.  And then as she
kissed him back, throwing her arms around his neck, more
deeply and passionately.

     She was intensely aware of the feel of her tight
nipples against the fabric of her evening gown rubbing
against the front of his tuxedo.  Her crotch was already
moist.

     He stopped kissing her, straightened up just enough
to pull his head a few inches away from hers, and asked,
"what would you like?"

     Her breath almost stopped, and without evening
thinking she responded, "Oh take me, Master Rex.  Fuck me
like I've never been fucked before."  And as he looked
into her eyes, measuring her feelings, she added, "I
think I love you."  The trainer smiled.  He was only
moderately surprised at how quickly she had been turned. 
That little hidden something in her character, that
unknown personality variable which he had noticed the
first night.  This was the kind of life she had secretly
longed for without quite knowing what it was.  She might
have been just as happy as a slave, but she would make a
wonderful Mistress.  And she was his completely now.

     He looked down at her with such power that it almost
made her melt.  She blushed and buried her face in his
chest.  He reached around and started undoing the catches
on the back of her gown.  Starting at her neck he worked
his way down to the base of her spine.  And after each
catch he would rub her back in that spot and kiss her on
the top of her head or on one of her ears.  By the time
the last catch was undone she was terribly hot.  She had
been feeling his tight member bulging against the front
of his pants and pushing into her belly.  He took her by
the shoulders and straightened her up.  He took her hands
and raised them over her head.  He took her dress by the
sleeves and tugging gently pulled it off over her.  She
was wearing no bra or panties.  There had been none to
wear.  She was now dressed only in a set of pearls and
her high-heeled shoes.

     He took her by the hand and walked her over to the
bed.  Turning he sat and pulling her up against him,
kissed first one nipple and then the other, as she stood
before him between his legs.  His breath was warm and he
knew just what to do.  She flushed with sexual excitement
and buried her hands in his hair.  Then he pushed her
back a little and smiled at her.  She reached down and
started undoing his bow tie.

     He let her undress him.  Mistress Jeannie was trying
to be as sexy for Master Rex as he had been for her.  She
would remove a piece of his clothing and then kiss him on
the exposed flesh.  She scratched his skin lightly with
her nails.  She rubbed his muscles and squeezed his
flesh.  And when she finally got down to unzipping his
pants, she reached in and grabbed his hot penis and felt
it twitch in her hand.

     Jeannie took her hand out of his pants and pulled
him to a standing position.  She slid first his pants and
then his underwear to the floor around his ankles.  She
dropped down to her knees and began gently rubbing his
prick with her palm and fingers.  There were probably so
many things she didn't know how to do, but tonight was
not a teaching night and she wanted to do the best she
could with what she did know.

     Reaching under with one hand she gently lifted his
balls and rubbed them in her palm.  At the same time she
leaned forward and sticking out her tongue began
moistening the head of his dick.  She was delighted to
hear him moan with pleasure.

     She reached her other hand down between his legs and
pressed a finger experimentally up against his anus,
rubbing it gently as she continued to massage his balls
and lick the head of his prick.  She looked up and
noticed the Master Rex's eyes were closed.

     Taking the tip of his penis between her lips she
began slowing moving it in and out of her mouth, she also
licked around it with her tongue, increasing the
lubrication.  Gradually she took more and more of it into
her mouth until she felt his belly against the tip of her
nose.  Master Rex's hands were now buried in her hair and
his pelvis gently thrusting in time with her own
movements.

     Mistress Jeannie suddenly stopped what she was doing
and reaching both hands up flat on his belly pushed him
back on the bed.  He fell back with a muffled curse, "you
little tart!"

     She giggled and started unlacing his shoes.  It took
only a few moments to removed the rest of his clothes. 
She climbed up on the bed next to him.  He rearranged
himself until he was centered on the bed for her.  She
started to go back down between his legs, but as she
moved, his hand reached up and grabbed her breast.  He
brought his other hand over and began tweaking her other
nipple with another new technique which seemed to sober
her and restoked her fires.  Her passion was rising
quickly and she felt infused with a feeling of tremendous
sexual energy.  She leaned up and kissed him almost
frantically on the lips as he continued to rub her tit. 
When he stopped, she quickly scurried down between his
legs where she continued her ministrations.

     Taking his large cock in her warm mouth she began
sucking him off in earnest.  She pressed her lips tightly
against the top and bottom of his shaft while taking care
to keep her teeth out of the way.  She would sometimes
let her lips glide along the lubricated surface of his
skin, other times, pressing it firmly enough that the
skin itself would glide up and down against the organ
beneath.  All the while her tongue would play against the
head and shaft of his dick.  'Not bad at all,' he thought
'for one with so little training.'  Then he let himself
fall back into a mindless state to enjoy the climax of
her performance.

     Within a few minutes she could tell that he was on
the verge of coming.  She quickened her pace and was
delighted to hear his breathing take on a raspy quality. 
Suddenly his hands reached out and he took a great
handful of her hair from each side of her head.  She felt
all of his muscles seem to tighten and then with a great
wracking sigh he came with a mighty explosion.  Mistress
Jeannie kept the licking, rubbing, sucking motions going
as she swallowed the cum as it shot into her throat.

     Then as his thrashing diminished, she slowed her
motions and licked his member clean.  He started to say
something, but she reached up and covered his mouth with
one finger.  "Shhh," she whispered, "I'm not finished
yet."

     Smiling, he lay still as she licked her way up his
torso until she was straddling his prick.  He felt the
tremendous warmth of her pussy against his skin.  The
girl was hot!  She lowered herself down until he felt her
ass cheeks against his thighs and her public mound
against his own.  Her pussy and completely engulfed him,
its warm wetness covering him completely.  Then she began
her pelvic motions.  Up and down, back and forth, side to
side.  She rested her hands on his chest and concentrated
on bringing him to another climax.

     He let her work herself into a state on her own for
a time and then reached under her arms and started toying
with her nipples.  He used different techniques with each
hand, playing with different combinations and effects. 
He quickly drove her to a state of almost mindless
eroticism.  When she came the first time, she was staring
wide-eyed ahead at the wall above the headboard, her
mouth wide open, her breathing heavy, a tiny trail of
drool coursing down her chin. X3h+n she came the second
time, her eyes were tightly shut, she was grunting
quickly, her fingers were balled up to fists on his
chest.  When she came the third time, she screamed
loudly, her face looking up toward the ceiling of the
room--he had to clutch her hands together in front of her
that time so that she wouldn't fall over backwards.  When
she came the fourth time, she was laying flat against his
stomach and chest--her legs spread out behind her on the
outside of his.  She was whimpering with tears flowing
freely onto his chest.

     Following that orgasm, he reached around and
grabbing her buttocks pressed her tightly against himself
and squeezed.  She moaned heavily, but otherwise was a
limp doll against him.  Still holding her by the ass
cheeks, he rolled them both over so that he was on top. 
Pulling her cheeks apart with steady pressure he pressed
a finger part way up her anus and began thrusting in
earnest.  Mistress Jeannie's tears fell even more freely
and her breathing became shorter.  After a few
accelerating moments of passion he came, screaming into
the pillow next to her head.  She just lay there
trembling, the sensations of the fourth orgasm having
merged into this final climax.  He could still feel her
cunt spasming as he withdrew his finger from her rear and
removed his hands from her ass.

     He rolled off of her and lay on his back at her
side.  The satin sheets were drenched in their sweat.

     "Do you really love me," he asked in a whisper after
a long, long silence.

     She had stopped crying, but now started again at his
question.  She rolled over toward him pressing her body
tightly against his.  "Oh, yes, Master Rex, yes, yes,
yes."

     "And you'll do whatever I ask of you?"

     "Of course, Master Rex," not even a moment's
hesitation, "of course."  Her voice was heavy with
drowsiness.

     The alarms were all set, the telltales on the
monitor indicated that Susan and Clair were still in the
kitchen.  'Quite likely asleep by this time,' he thought
to himself.  'We're ahead of schedule, I think,' and with
that he dropped off into slumbers of his own.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     The next morning they awoke bright and early in each
other's arms.

     "Good Morning, Master Rex."

     "Good Morning, Mistress Jeannie."

     They showered together and then at Master Rex's
suggestion, Mistress Jeannie gathered her clothes and
returned to her room to get dressed before going back to
pick up Clair.  He said he would get dressed himself and
meet her in the big room.

     When they entered the kitchen, Master Rex dressed in
his casual work clothes and Mistress Jeannie in her
Dominatrix outfit, they found the two girls still asleep. 
Clair was lying face down on the floor and Susan had
snuggled up against her and was lying on her side with
her head on the small of Clair's back.  Their food bowls
were empty and had been placed in the sink--'undoubtedly
with their mouths,' Mistress Jeannie decided.

     During the night one of the girls had to pee and
there was a puddle in the corner.  Given the position,
she guessed that the guilty party was Susan.  She looked
over at Master Rex and took her Cue from Him.  He clapped
his hands loudly and when the girls woke up gave them
their orders for the day.  "The first business of the
day," he said, "is to clean up."

     And for the next several weeks, that became the
order of things.  Master Rex would set an agenda each
morning and the day would proceed along the lines he set
out.  Soon Clair and Susan had taken over all of the food
preparation and cleaning duties.  Mistress Jeannie's job
was to learn all that Master Rex had to teach.  Some of
it involved the history of the Mart, some its economics
and politics.  A lot of it involved etiquette and
protocol.  And the vast majority involved sexual
techniques for both males and females.

     Master Rex would teach Mistress Jeannie and she
would teach Clair.  Master Rex was also teachiype=usan,
but only what he wanted her to know.  Mistress Jeannie
had been put in charge of both Clair and Susan when it
came to the domestic duties of the establishment.  And
she was encouraged to use Susan as a training tool to
help practice her own techniques and to drill Clair.  At
night Master Rex slept with Susan and Mistress Jeannie
slept with Clair.  Except for those occasional nights
when Master Rex and Mistress Jeannie slept with each
other.

     Jeannie had completely melded into her part.  It was
doubtful that she could ever go back to a normal life
again.  She was Mistress Jeannie a dominatrix.  And if
anything had happened to Clair she would undoubtedly want
to find another slave to replace her.  She was looking
forward to meeting the owner who had recruited her.

     Susan was soon reduced to a kind of domestic robot
and sexual automaton.  Her eyes no longer reflected fear
or hope, just a dull resignation that each day was to be
very like the last with no change in sight.  That would
change once the training of Jeannie and Clair was
complete, but she didn't know that.  She did enjoy the
sexual stimulation, but that was about all.

     Clair began to live and die by her Mistress'
approval and criticism.  There was still a hot little
flame in the back of her mind that she would escape at
the first opportunity, but she kept it well hidden and
patiently waited for her opportunity.  She had once
lifted the telephone receiver in the bedroom at an
unguarded moment received absolute silence.  It hadn't
surprised her.  Her moment would come.

     The trainer who could read Clair's body language,
reactions, and thoughts almost as well as she could read
them herself, and who knew about her attempt to try the
phone, decided it was time to break Clair completely. 
Clair had learned the behaviors of a proper slave and had
adopted the slave attitudes--at least on the surface.  It
was time for her to have her hidden spirit broken so that
she would adopt a slave mentality from which there was no
hope of return.  With a little luck they would be ready
for delivery within a few weeks.

     He arranged for Clair to escape.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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--End of Part 7 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair - Zebulon--

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