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Subject: {ASSM} Part 8 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair (MF, FF, Bd)
Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2002 17:10:03 -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)

- - - - -

Part 8 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     The first thing Master Rex did was to make sure
Clair found a way out of the compound.  He contrived for
Clair to be working in the utility room at an unexpected
time.  That is, he had Mistress Jeannie send her there on
an errand when they would normally both be in the gym. 
When she arrived she discovered that a large mirrored
panel on the wall was actually a hidden door of sorts and
that Master Rex was inside with some stranger.

     The stranger was a utility agent from the Mart who
had come by ostensibly to check out the air conditioning
system.  As soon as the telltale light indicated that
Clair had arrived, Rex said in a normal voice, "so this
input duct is the cause of the problem?"

     And the mechanic who had been coached for the role
replied, "Yup, it's supposed to keep the air supply clean
for the whole compound, so it needs a lot of air flow. 
The output duct is working fine.  The problem is that
they placed the input duct at the floor level of the barn
which, of course, is directly overhead.  You're getting
all kinds of junk falling into the system."

     The telltale indicated that Clair was still in the
utility room.  Much longer than the task she had been
sent to perform required.

     "So what can we do about it?," he asked the
mechanic.

     "Well, when you finish up this project we can come
in and redesign the shaft so that it's higher up on the
wall.  Or maybe we can build something over it.  In the
mean time, you see this access panel."  They both turned
to look at it and the Trainer, who had placed a small
mirror for this purpose, watched for Clair's reflection
in the open doorway of the utility room.  He was pleased
to see her head quickly poke in and then withdraw.  The
mechanic continued, "well, about once a week climb up
these rungs which are built into the shaft and push the
grate off of the top.  Just clean it off and sweep the
shit away.  That way you won't get any more problems."

     The telltale indicated that Clair had just left the
room heading back to the gym.  Mistress Jeannie would
undoubtedly tan her rear a little for the delay.

     One more thing and the trap would be set.

     Master Rex brought the mechanic to the gym to meet
Mistress Jeannie before he left.

     "Mistress Jeannie," he called as they entered.  She
climbed off of a stair master and came over.  "This is
one of the mechanics who works for the Mart.  We love
these guys, they keep everything running smoothly."

     Mistress Jeannie took his hand and smiling said,
"pleased to meet you."

     "Why don't you have Clair come over and give the
gentleman a nice tip," and then turning to the mechanic,
he added, "assuming you've got the time, that is?"

     The mechanic who was used to the'u Fchritude of the
Mart still had difficulty pulling his attention away from
Mistress Jeannie's tits.  He glanced at his watch.  "I
really need to get to the next job before sunset."

     "Well then how about just a quick tip then?" asked
Mistress Jeannie.  The Trainer was delighted that she
volunteered this suggestion on her own.

     "Yeah, I guess I've got time for a quick one."

     Mistress Jeannie turned to Clair who was working out
on an exercise bike, cringing as the seat rubbed up
against her sore rear.  She snapped her fingers and
motioned her over.  Clair was more than willing to hurry
off of the bike.  The trainer was not surprised to see a
couple of fresh welts on her butt.

     "Why don't you show the nice man what you learned
last week?"

     The mechanic was impressed with this tall redhead
who was wearing only a collar on her neck and cuffs on
her wrists and ankles.  He noticed a trace of tears in
her eyes, but otherwise her entire attitude was pleasure
at being able to serve him.  And she certainly was a
delight to the eyes.

     Clair came up to the mechanic who was just a little
shorter than she, and kissed him as if he were a long
lost lover.  As she continued the kiss, she reached down
and massaged his crotch through his pants.  Then she
broke off the kiss and dropped down to her knees in front
of him.  She undid his belt and zipper and let his pants
and underwear fall to the ground.  Then she reached up
and undid his shirt buttons to gain access to his nipples
and the skin on his belly.  By this time his prick was at
full attention and throbbing.  Clair began a pattern of
scratching his chest and stomach which caused an intense
sexual heat to rise up in the man.  She stared at his
nipples and worked down until she reached his dick.  By
the time she got there his member was rhythmically
bobbing up and down.  She took it in her mouth and begin
to suck him off.  He was so hot, her problem was to stall
him a little rather than to bring him off quickly.

     Mistress Jeannie, who had come to consider giving
head a special talent of her own, was quite pleased with
Clair's performance.

     The mechanic was crouching in response to Clair's
licking and almost howling at the sensations which
coursed through him.  Afterwards he would reflect that it
was true what they said about the Trainer--he really knew
his job.  At the moment, he wasn't thinking anything. 
Within moments Clair brought things to a climax and drew
out the orgasm for a full two minutes.  By the time she
got through the mechanic could hardly stand.

     "Thank you, Clair," Mistress Jeannie said.  She
pointed back at the bike and Clair stood up and returned
to her exercises.  Mistress Jeannie then excused herself
and returned to her own equipment.

     After the mechanic had put himself back together and
before he and the Master left the room, Clair overheard
the following conversation.

     "Are you sure you're alright," asked the Master
smiling.

     "Oh, Man.  That's some kind of impressive.  Too bad
you can't bottle that stuff."

     "Oh, but we can.  What else do you think we're
manufacturing here?"

     They both laughed.

     "Seriously though," the Master asked, "I hope we
haven't disturbed your schedule."

     "No problem," the mechanic replied, "All I've got to
do is gas up and then I can head right for the next job. 
I'll make it in plenty of time."

     "You know about the gas station?"

     "Yeah, it can't be more than half a mile.  I passed
it on the way in."  The mechanic had finished putting
himself together and seemed ready to leave.

     "Good, I wasn't sure which way you came in."  The
Master lead the mechanic out, their voices trailing off
as they went.

     "Well, you can see the sign from the barn."

     "Maybe, but only if you're looking for it.  I wasn't
sure . . . ."

     As she peddled, Clair was sure she knew how to get
out and where to go after she had made her break.  All
she needed was the opportunity.

     Five days later, Mistress Jeannie gave her that
opportunity.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Actually, Master Rex had requested an evening alone
together, and suggested Clair be put in charge of Susan. 
So Clair was instructed to bathe Susan and to strap her
in for the night.  Then she was supposed to clean herself
up and strap herself into the adjoining side of the bed. 
Mistress Jeannie expected to find them stretched out,
side-by-side in the morning.

     As soon as the Master and her Mistress left them
alone, Clair took Susan's leash and headed for the
bathroom.  Once there she ran the bath water, but instead
of preparing Susan for the bath she put her mouth against
Susan's ear and whispered her escape plan to her.

     A little glint came into Susan's eyes and then she
started to weep and shake her head.  Susan was already
broken.  'It wouldn't work; it would backfire; they would
be punished.'

     "O.K., then shut up.  You know nothing about it, and
I'll send the police back to get you once I get away." 
Clair looked hopefully at Susan who was weeping more
freely and looking even more scared.

     In a frightened little voice she said, "if I don't
tell the Master he will punish me."

     Clair couldn't bring herself to condemn her friend,
and she certainly wasn't about to hurt her.  But she did
yank her into the bedroom and affix her to the bed.  She
then looked for the gag that would most effectively
muffle sound and shut her friend up.  Susan looked up at
her, relieved that she would be held blameless for
Clair's escape.

     Clair went back into the bathroom and turned off the
water.  The Master and her Mistress would be busy with
each other until the morning.  That means she might be
able to return with the authorities before they awoke, if
she got a quick enough start.  She had already considered
the problem of traveling clothes.  Making her way quickly
and quietly to the utility room she found a pair of the
Master's old jeans and a torn shirt which she had hidden
away for exactly this possibility.  Slipping into them as
quickly and silently as she could she was ready to
escape.  Shoes were the only thing she didn't have.  She
wasn't about to make her escape in super high heels, and
the Master's shoes were unavailable to her.  But her feet
had hardened over the intervening weeks and she only had
a half mile or so to go.  She entered the machine room
and found the access panel.  Opening it, she slid
silently into the air vent and closed the panel behind
her.  She started weeping tears of joy as she climbed the
rungs toward the light above her.

     Her joy turned to waves of frustration and anger
when she found the grid, instead of being open, was
somehow locked in place.  Her first instinct was to want
to bash the mechanic for having been wrong about the
grate.  But there was no time for that now.  She would
climb back down and go to the gym.  There she could
remove one of the steel bars from the weight machine and
come back and either pry or smash the grate open. 
Anything was worth the risk at this point.

     Once she got to the bottom of the shaft, however,
she found the access panel had locked behind her when she
closed it and couldn't be opened from the inside.  A wave
of terror overcame her.  Goose bumps broke out all over
her arms, sides, and legs.  She felt the strong urge to
pee.  'Oh, my God,' she thought, 'how could this have
happened?'

     She was still pondering her options when the access
panel suddenly flew open in front of her and she heard
her Mistress's voice call out, "you get the hell out of
there, this instant."

     But her Mistress had to wait, until the sound of a
bladder voiding had finished and all that remained was
the sound of Clair's plaintive apologies and tears.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     As she emerged from the shaft she found her Mistress
standing with her arms crossed, her riding crop twitching
in the air.  Behind her stood the Master with Susan on
her leash next to him.

     "Please Mistress, . . ." Clair started to beg.

     Her pleading was interrupted by Mistress Jeannie's
free hand which suddenly came whipping up and slapped her
across the face.  "Shut up!" she screamed, "Shut up, shut
up, shut up!"  You get out of those clothes, right now!

     Clair did so as quickly as she could.  Mistress
Jeannie had Clair turn around while she re-cuffed her
wrists.  She re-cuffed her ankles connecting them with a
short length of chain.  She reinserted a rubber ball gag
which hadn't been used since Clair first arrived.  She
reattached Clair's collar which had been left in the
bedroom and attached a leash.  Clair was crying freely
the whole time--crying with frustration, crying with
fear, crying in pain.

     Her Mistress led her back to the big training room
and over to the restraining horse where they thought
Brenda had been killed.  Indicating she was to lay down
across it, Clair's eye's went wide and she started to
back up, pulling against the leash.  Her Mistress tugged
the leash down and forward driving Clair to her knees in
front of her.  She then grabbed the collar ring and
shoved her face directly into Clair's.  Speaking sharply
she said, "listen you foolish slave, I've got no
intention of doing any permanent damage.  You're a
valuable property and it's my job to train you properly
and keep you healthy.  If you cooperate fully and learn
well, life will be extremely pleasant,"  she paused for a
moment to think about that statement and then added, "or
at least fairly tolerable."  And then she shook Clair's
head with the leash as she spoke to punctuate her words. 
"but if you give me any more shit--if you don't jump when
I tell you to . . ."

     Clair's face was filled with a look of almost
terror.  She nodded as emphatically as Her Mistress's
grip on her collar would allow. 

     "Because if you fuck with me. . ." she suddenly
yanked the collar forward and down so that Clair fell
forward on her chest and face.  Kneeling down, her
Mistress literally sat on the back of her head.  And with
her black riding crop she reached over and, with
considerable force, lashed her six strokes on each
buttock.

     Then she stood up and said, as if nothing had
happened, "now please get over to the restraining horse
and lay down for me like a good little girl."

     Clair got up with some difficulty, her face
completely wet.  The lashing had not only left a series
of ugly red welts, where the strokes had overlapped, the
skin had broken leaving small bloody patches.  She meekly
walked over as she was bid and lay down with her sore
butt exposed to all the world.

     Her Mistress systematically cuffed her to the horse
as Brenda had been cuffed an eternity before.  Her
Mistress then placed clamps on each of Clair's nipples
and a large dildo shaped but plug in her rear.  The salve
which she used on the butt plug felt like it had a hot
pepper base.  Clair squirmed and screeched into her gag.

     Then, turning to Master Rex, she asked, "May I?"

     Without a word, he turned Susan's leash over to
Mistress Jeannie.  She tugged on the leash until Susan
was positioned directly in front of Clair, her pussy
directly in front of Clair's face.

     Mistress Jeannie shouted, "and you, you little cunt,
you knew what she had in mind, didn't you?"  She thwacked
Susan across her butt.  Susan was crying with pain and
terror, but made no attempt to move.  Thwack, thwack. 
"Didn't you!"

     "Yess, Mistress Jeannie.  I'm sorry, Mistress
Jeannie."

     Thwack, Thwack

     "I didn't ask you if you were sorry; I only asked if
you knew, didn't I?"

     "Yess, Mistress Jeannie."

     Thwack

     "And you made no attempt to stop her, did you?"

     An agonized wail, "No, Mistress Jeannie."

     Thwack

     "But you could have tried to stop her, couldn't
you?"

     "Yes, Mistress Jeannie."

     Thwack

     "And you would in the future, wouldn't y var

     "Yes, Mistress Jeannie."

     She pushed her face right up against Susan's, but
didn't hit her again.

     "Are you sure?"

     "Yes, Mistress Jeannie."

     No thwack

     Are you very sure?!" even louder.

     "Yes, Mistress Jeannie."

     "ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE!!?

     "Yes, Mistress Jeannie."  In the most pathetic wail
even the Trainer had ever heard.

     She spun the girl so that they were face to face and
grabbing her collar pulled her down a half foot until
they were eye-to-eye.  She spent a long, long minute
staring directly into Susan's terrified face as the tall
blond half crouched before her.  Satisfied, she released
the collar and taking the leash handed it back to the
Master Rex.

     "Thank you," she said, "I hope that this will never
happen again."

     The trainer took the leash and thought, 'well I'm
sure it won't as far as Susan is concerned.'  Then he
looked down at the terrified and mighty suffering Clair
and thought, 'and I wouldn't be surprised if it won't as
far as that one is concerned either, but we'll just have
to wait and see.'

     Taking Susan, he led her back to his quarters.  Once
there he said, "O.K. little girl, dry your eyes, I know
very little of this was your fault."  Susan was still
blubbering and her face was wet with tears and snot and
saliva.  The trainer left her standing in the middle of
the room and went into the bath.  Then he returned with
some salve and a warm wet washcloth.  First he ministered
to her rear.  The salve he used both disinfected the
numbed the welts.  Then cleaned her face.  By the time he
was through her weeping had subsided to gentle sniffling
and heartfelt assurances that she would always be
completely loyal in the future.

     "Would you like to get back into my good graces?" he
asked.

     She dropped to her knees at his feet.  And even
though her hands were still cuffed behind her, leaned up
against him and said, "oh, yes, Master.  Please, Master. 
Just tell me what I can do."

     He raised her up to her feet and removed her cuffs
and leash.  He walked over to the bed where he removed
his clothes and climbed in.  He pushed all of the pillows
into a big pile against the center of the headboard. 
Then he positioned himself in a half sitting, half
reclining position at the center of the bed, his head
propped up on the pillows.

     Beckoning to her he said, "O.K., sweet thing, come
and show me what you've learned and make it nice and
slow."

     Gratefully she climbed in next to him and started. 
And as she did, he turned on the large monitor to watch
how Jeannie was dealing with Clair.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Once Master Rex had departed with Susan, Mistress
Jeannie stood looking at the severely bound redhead for a
long while.  Mistress Jeannie's jaw was clenched.  Then
she started biting her lower lip with rage and
uncertainty.  She walked around to Clair's back side. 
Clair followed her with her eyes and started to tremble
when she moved out of her sight.  But all Her Mistress
did for a long time was to stand next to her ass and play
with the anal plug.  She would pull it out and reinsert
it or twist it first one way and then the other.  The
treatment was uncomfortable, but much less so than what
had already come.  Clair had the impression that her
Mistress was almost absentmindedly fiddling with it as
she was pondering something else.

     In fact, Mistress Jeannie was trying to figure out
what was expected of her.  What would Master Rex do now. 
She thought back to the events of the past hour.  After
Clair had taken Susan for her bath, Master Rex had said,
"there is something you need to see."  And leading
quickly he returned to his room and turned on the
monitor.  Two flicks and it showed the girls in the
bathroom.  Mistress Jeannie didn't remember anything in
the bathroom that looked like a hidden camera and then
made the connection.  "All the mirrors," she said aloud.

     "Listen," said Master Rex.

     The tub was filling and Clair was whispering
something into Susan's ear.  It was impossible to tell
what was being said, especially over the sound of running
water, but the meaning was obvious.  Something
conspiratorial was up.

     Suddenly Clair said loud enough to be heard, "O.K.,
then shut up.  You know nothing about it, and I'll send
the police back to get you once I get away."

     Susan's response made Master Rex nod, "if I don't
tell the Master he will punish me."

     "You're damn right he will," Mistress Jeannie said
aloud.  The Trainer smiled.

     They watched as Clair led Susan into the bedroom and
began her escape.  It seemed clear to Jeannie that while
Susan wasn't actively helping, she was doing nothing to
foil the attempt.  She asked Master Rex about that and he
confirmed it.  "Yes," he had said, "that constitutes a
severely punishable lapse of discipline on Susan's part." 
Then pausing as he flicked the monitors to follow Clair's
escape route.  "But what are you going to do about her?"

     As she pondered the question, he seemed to read her
agitation and volunteered, "oh, don't worry yourself,
she's not going anywhere."  They watched as she dressed
in Master Rex's clothes and entered the air shaft.  They
left his room, went to pick up Susan who was panicked to
see them so soon.  She was especially horrified by the
expression on Mistress Jeannie's face.  Bringing a
whimpering Susan in tow, they had gone to pick up Clair
in the machine room.

     Mistress Jeannie suddenly let go of the butt plug. 
Master Rex had said, 'you've got to see this.'  He knew
that Clair was going to make a break.  How had he known
that?

     She glanced down at the welts on Clair's ass almost
as if they were abstract art.  Tracing the patterns with
her finger, she thought back over some of the lessons
Master Rex had given her concerning how to be a good
Mistress.  Clair had no idea what her Mistress was up to,
but the feel of her fingers on her rear sent flashes of
both pain and pleasure coursing through her.  She
twitched.

     Master Rex had said that a good Mistress was stern
but forgiving.  She had to build loyalty, not just
subservience, not just obedience.  Most of all she had to
break all resistance--not just the obvious surface
resistance, but the underlying subconscious resistance as
well.  A well trained slave had to see no alternatives,
no other life, no salvation except for complete and
uncritical trust, obedience, and love of her Mistress.

     Her finger suddenly froze.  Clair had tried to
escape.  There must have been a great deal of
subconscious resistance.  Master Rex had known!  How? 
And how had Clair known where to go?  She remembered the
mechanic and the reprimand she had given Clair for taking
so long in the utility room.  Clair had overheard
something . . . . NO!  Master Rex had arranged for her to
overhear something.  She was supposed to try to escape! 
Why?  So that she would be caught and punished?

     Yes . . . but, more than that.  So that her
subconscious resistance would be broken.

     Mistress Jeannie suddenly knew what she had to do. 
Pure punishment would just drive her resistance deeper,
waiting for another opportunity.  Perhaps it would never
come, but there would always be a hidden resistance, just
the same.

     She walked around the horse and crouched down until
her head was on a level with Clair's.

     Clair's face was streaked with tears.  Her mouth
wide behind the gag.  Her eyes wide with fear and
uncertainty.  She saw the look in her Mistress's eyes and
the cool, intellectual look frightened her as much as the
anger she saw before.

     "How would you like everything to be forgiven and
forgotten?

     New tears formed in Clair's eyes.  She bobbed her
head with suspicion and hope.

     Her Mistress went to the dresser and opened a
drawer.  Looking down Clair started with terror as she
saw all the mysterious instruments of what she could only
assume were for torture.  But her Mistress only removed a
jar of salve and closed the drawer.  As Clair trembled
and drew a big sigh of relief, her Mistress walked back
behind her and gently removed the anal plug.  Then taking
a generous glop of salve from the jar she spread it all
around Clair's ass.  She took an extra portion of the
salve and, slowing inserting her finger, spread it around
the inside of Clair's anus.  The mysterious potion
quickly put out the fires and left a gentle numbness
instead.  It also disinfected the area and minimized the
chances that the whipping would leave permanent marks.

     Then Mistress Jeannie undid all Clair's restraints
except for the neck collar and said, "follow me."  Clair
was surprised and relieved to notice that her Mistress
left her crop on top of the dresser, and only took the
jar of salve with her.  She followed with increased hope
and an almost profound sense of gratitude for her
Mistress's forgiveness.

     In his room, Master Rex smiled at what he saw in the
monitor and then finally took notice of Susan's attempts
to please him.  He'd been too caught up in the drama on
the screen to pay much attention to efforts.  He smiled
at her and thought, 'let me play with you for awhile, my
poor little flower.  You've had to pay a high price for
Clair's training and I'm afraid you won't be with me for
much longer.  I think we're very close to finished here.' 
And with than he reached over for the remote and flicked
on tape recorders for the girl's bath and bedrooms.  He
would look at them tomorrow.  He flicked off the monitor,
double checked the security settings, and dimmed the room
lights.  Clair who had been a little disappointed at her
Master's lack of responsiveness, was delighted to see him
turn his attention more fully to her.  Despite the
stiffness in her rear, she would make an extra special
effort to please him.

                      *   *   *   *   *

- - - - -

--End of Part 8 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair - Zebulon--

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