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Watch and Learn
By Lord Dedlock
(LordOfDedlock@yahoo.com)


The doorbell rang.

I didn't have to look at my watch to know she was three minutes late.
Lifting the cup of tea to my lips, I smiled and stared into the bright
yellow flame of the fireplace.  My mind was memorized on the flame
licked around the wood to cover and devour it.  There was savageness
about a fire that most people missed.  It was dynamic and consuming
which if left unchecked would rage through everything it touched.  In
some ways it was like a woman's passion.  

"Good Morning, Madam," my butler answered the door.

"Uh, yes, uh I had an appointment with Mr. Dedlock."

"Who should I say is calling, Madam?"

"It's Kate, uh Kate Williams.  I think he is expecting me."

"Yes, Madam Williams.  Lord Dedlock is expecting you."

"Oh yes sorry, I guess his name is Lord Dedlock.  I didn't mean any
disrespect with the Mr. Dedlock.  You understand, right?"

"Yes, Madam.  May I take your coat, Madam?"

"Ah, thank you."

The tea was soothing.  It was a special blend of herbal tea with two
creams and two sugars.  The cream was expressed breast milk which
somehow made the drink into something more than a casual experience.
As the two of them walked down the hallway, I could tell that Ms.
William was a slender woman who was used to walking in high heels.
Her stiletto heels were light and balanced.

When they entered the room, I did not turn but rather focused on the
next sip of tea.  There was something truly exhilarating and special
about drinking tea.  It is an experience that should be savored from
the first sip to the last.

"Uh, hello," Kate said.

Milton must have made a gesture to her or something because she cut
herself off short.  I let Milton wait for a moment.

"Does he know we are here?" Kate asked.

"Madam, please."

I took another slow sip of tea before I stood to face my guest.
Milton instantly dropped his chin to his chest and stared into the
floor.

"Lord Dedlock, your guest has arrived."

"Thank you, Milton."

Milton walked away.

"Hello, Mr. Dedlock."

"Good Morning, Madam.  I trust you had a pleasant drive."

"It was very nice.  Thank you."

"May I offer you coffee or tea?"

"Coffee would be nice."

"Do you take cream or sugar?"

"Cream please.  I like lots of cream if it is not too much trouble."

I smiled.

"It is no problem at all.  Please have a seat."

I ushered the slender lady to the leather couch.  Kate's blonde hair
with dark streaks framed her oval shaped face.  Her natural beauty was
accented by an almost expert application of makeup.  I noted how she
used the traditional adage of how makeup should be invisible.

As soon as Kate sat down, the miniskirt rose to mid thigh.  Kate
responded by immediately crossed her legs.  The legs were nice, but I
could tell she was used to attracting a lot of more attention with her
tanned legs than I gave.  Instead of staring, I sat in the chair
opposite the couch and returned my eyes to the fire. The yellow flame
had changed colors to blue and seemed to dance over the glowing embers
below the log.  I could hear the high heels racing down the hallway
and the crackle of the embers being broken down.

"Lord?" the female voice broken into the room.

A moment later a five foot two red headed girl with small breast and
naked with exception of a metal studded collar burst into the room.
She stared at the floor.

"The madam has needs of your services," I said offhanded.

The naked girl raced to the Kate's feet and fell to her knees and
pressed her lips against Kate's shoe.

"How may I serve you, Madam?"

"Uh," Kate responded. 

The slave girl looked shocked but did not look up.

"Oh my, I had heard stories, but..." Kate started.  "Is this necessary?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know who I am, Kate?" I asked.

"Yes, your name is Mr. Dedlock."

The slave girl shuddered.

"Apparently you do not know who I am Ms. Williams.  Why are you here?"

"Uh," Ms. Williams stuttered.

"Have a good day, Miss," I said

I stood up and started to leave the room.

"Please wait," Kate begged.  "Please Lord Dedlock.  I'm sorry."

I stopped but did not turn.

"Why are you here?"

"I need this interview."

I turned.  The slave girl was kneeling but now her forehead was
pressed against the floor.  I could feel my blood pressure rising and
did not appreciate the invasion to my state of Zen.  I was quickly
tiring of this game.

"Remove your skirt and command the slut to lick your pussy or leave."

Ms. Williams looked at the slave girl and then at my face.

"Decide NOW!!!"

"Yes, Mr. Dedlock."

"I should whip you a hundred times a hundred for your disrespect.
What does Mistress Susan see in you?  You can not get a thing as
simple as my name right.  If you ever fail to address me properly
again, this interview is over."

"Yes, Lord Dedlock.  I understand."

Kate removed her skirt and panties.  Spreading her legs, Kate opened
up her pussy lips.

"Suck my pussy, slave girl," she commanded.

The slave girl moved toward her with out hesitation.

"Stop!!!" I commanded.

The slave girl froze only an inch from Ms. Williams' pussy.

"Slave girl, return to home position."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Uh, what?" Kate started.  "I'm sorry, Lord Dedlock.  I'm confused."

I smiled.

"It was not necessary to follow through.  I made my point.  Do we
understand each other now?"

"Yes Lord Dedlock."

"Put your skirt back on.  You may leave the panties on the couch."

"Yes, Lord Dedlock."

"Much better, you can learn after all."

"Thank you, Lord Dedlock."

"Now where was we, ah yes, I had just offered you tea, I believe.

"Yes Lord Dedlock."

"Or was it coffee?"

"Whatever would please his Lordship."

I smiled.

"Slave Girl, please bring the madam a cup of coffee with two cream."

The slave girl hesitated.

"Make sure to use the best cream in the house."

"Yes, my Lord."

The slave girl looked relieved for me to qualify the type of cream in
that we had many different kinds from male cum or bull cum to
expressed breast milk and several in between.  She continued to look
down at the floor as she crawled out of the room.

I sat back in my chair and look at my guest.  She was clearly a little
more uncomfortable without her panties.  I think the face that the
white panties with red hearts on them were sitting in plain sight on
the couch made her even more embarrassed.

"I like your choice of panties, Ms. Williams."

"Thank you, Lord Dedlock."

"Are they from Fredrick of Hollywood?"

"Victoria Secrets, Lord Dedlock."

"Very nice choice.  Before we start the tour, do you have any
questions?"

Ms. Williams was about to begin when the slave girl returned with the
coffee.  The white cup with red flowers painted on the side was three
fourths full. On the saucer was two sealed containers of cream.  The
printed label showed Premium Expressed Breast Milk.

I watched Ms. William accept the coffee.  Her eyes took in the black
coffee and then the cream.  Her face twisted as if in physical pain as
she absorbed the label.  I waited patiently. 

"I hope you enjoy the coffee and cream.  It is extremely hard to get
good coffee beans and quality cream now a day.  I would only have the
best for my guest."

Ms. Williams slowly opened and poured the two containers of cream into
her coffee.  Her mind was clearly darting from one side to the other
as she took her first sip.  It was strange of all the women who had
given birth and created breast milk to feed to their kids very few of
them had actually tried it for themselves.  They allow the norms and
morals of everyday life stop them from even trying it.

"This is a very exotic coffee, Lord Dedlock."

"Yes it is.  The beans come from a small farm in Brazil.  Very
difficult to obtain, but I hear it is worth the effort.  I prefer tea
myself."

"It is most excellent, Lord Dedlock."

"Thank you.  I'm pleased that you enjoy it.  Do you have any questions
before we begin our tour?"

"No Sir.  I am looking forward to just being with you for a day."

"Very well, I will have Milton get the car ready."

"Thank you, Lord Dedlock."

By the time Milton had appeared at the doorway, Ms. Williams had drunk
the entire cup.  I smiled.

"It is time."

"Yes, Lord Dedlock."

We made our way to the covered entrance where the stretch limousine
waited.  A redhead slave girl with long legs and 38DD breasts with her
eyes to the ground spoke softly.

"Would the Lord and Mistress like to have some entertainment during
the ride?"

I looked at Ms. Williams and raised an eyebrow.

"Yuck," she said.  "No way.  How disgusting is that?"

I turned to the redhead.

"You did a poor job of offering your service to the mistress.  Submit
yourself for a week of encouragement service training."

"Yes, my Lord."

Milton opened the rear door and waited patiently for the two to enter.

Ms. William looked back over her shoulder at the redheaded slave.  She
saw her eyes tear up and a single tear start down her cheek.  As soon
as they were safely inside the backseat, Milton closed the door.

"What will happen to her, Lord Dedlock?"

"She will be retrained."

"But, it was my fault, Lord Dedlock. She was lovely enough.  I am just
not into other women."

I allowed my face to twist into an expression of disbelief.

"It doesn't matter Ms. Williams.  She failed to entice my guest to use
her services.  Therefore, she did a poor job and will be retrained."

"So what is this retraining like?"

I smiled at her.

"I don't think you want to know Ms. Williams."

"Please Lord Dedlock."

"Her mind will be trained to use the correct seduction with each type
of personality.  She will be shown hours of films and forced to select
the correct approach each time.  For each miss, she will be given an
hour of punishment with the Crisper.  During her off hours, she will
clean the bull stadium and milk their cream.  It is a very intensive
program, but it will train her how to approach each person better and
become a better pleasure slave."

"It sounds horrible."

"Like I said, it is intense.  After she has been through the program,
she will do about anything to entice a master or mistress to use her."

"All of this was because I said no?" Ms. Williams asked.

"Yes, Ms. Williams.  You are my guest.  I am sorry to interrupt our
conversation, but I need to put a blinder on you now.  You do not have
the clearance to know the location of the school."

"Yes Sir, I understand."

I put the black mask over her eyes and made sure that the pads pressed
gently against her eye lids.

"Sir, if I may show my ignorance and ask for you to explain."

"Okay, Ms. Williams.  What is it that you don't understand this time?"

"Why would you punish a slave girl because of a mistress' sexual
preference?"

I rolled my eyes, but of course she could not see me.

"Spread your legs."

"Uh," she said.

Slowly she opened her thighs.

I touched her knee and felt her flinch, but continued to open her
legs.  Slowly I let my hand slide down the inside of her thigh until I
reached her pussy.  With the tip of my finger I teased the hooded
clit.  The touch was light like a feather and her clit immediately
responded.

"Now, was that man or woman who touched you?"

"It was you Lord Dedlock."

"Are you sure?"

There was silence.  I continued.

"See you don't really know who touched your pussy, nor did it matter.
Your body reacted to the touch and became aroused."

I rubbed the clit a little harder.  She gasped.

"So you see right now if this was a slave girl's tongue or a slave
boy's tongue it would not matter.  You are still getting hot."

I withdrew my finger.  Ms. Williams started closing her legs.

"I didn't say you could close your legs," I said in a harsh voice.
"Let that be the payment for my answer to your idiotic question.

"Yes Lord Dedlock.  I think I understand."

I laughed to myself. If nothing else she probably learned that it is
better to not ask stupid questions.  The rest of the ride was silent.
Ms. Williams kept her legs as wide apart as she could.  I could see
moisture gathering on the enlarged lips but did nothing.  When the car
had stopped, Milton opened the door for us to exit.  I waited to see
how she would react. She kept her legs open even though she knew from
the sound that Milton had opened the back door and could easily see
her.  I removed her mask and let her eyes open and adjust.  The first
thing she saw was Milton's face looking rather bored.  Ms. Williams
did not attempt to cover.

"You may resume your normal way of holding yourself."

"Thank you, Lord Dedlock."

She closed her legs and moved toward the outside.  We were in the
airlock room.  It was a dark room which acted as a transition room
between the outside and the inside worlds.  The limousine had entered
a rather normal looking garage which after the door was shut was
totally cut off from the outside.  In fact the entire outer wall had
been layered with several soundproofing material to ensure that
anything that happened inside the school remained in the school. 

"It is so dark."

"Yes, it is.  Your eyes will adjust in a moment or two."

Milton directed us into the welcoming room.  It was a little lighter
but still the female slaves moved in the darkness like shadows with
very little form or shape.

"Mistress," a younger female voice spoke out of the darkness.  "I love
the scent of your aroused pussy.  May I be of service to you?  I'm
told my tongue is golden.  I promise to please."

Ms, Williams petted the girl's head softly.

"Thank you dear.  You're so seductive and alluring with your words.
If I was not saving myself for later, I would take you up on your
offer in a heartbeat."

"Thank you My Lady."

The female form rushed back to her handler.

"You did very good, Slut," the distant male voice said.  "See it is
not that hard now, is it?"

"No, Master Brad," the slut whispered.

"I'm going to give you 30 minutes with the Exciter," Master Brad
whispered voice came back.  "You may cum Slut with it, but be sure to
cry out when you do.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Master.  Thank you Master.  Thank you so much Master."

I reached over to Ms. Williams.

"You did better that time too."

"Thank you Lord Dedlock.  This world is so different.  Thank you for
sharing."

"You are most welcome."

I opened the elevator and pressed the button labeled with number one.
Ms. Williams was silent as we rode.  However, as soon as the doors
opened all sense of silence was shattered by a blood curling scream.

"What was that?" Ms. William asked.

"I think it was a scream," I answered.

I smiled to myself at my obvious answer to her stupid question.  It
was also good to see that she was unwilling to react to my smart ass
remark to her dumb question.

We walked through a series of dark hallways and rooms until we came to
a room with a round platform.  In the center of the platform, a five
foot four inch blonde girl whose collar was chained to a post.  She
was dressed in a skirt about as short as Ms. Williams with a top that
was nothing but a band of elastic above her breasts connected to a
five inch band of cloth which lay softly over the breasts.  The
breasts were bare from below.  It was there more to give the Control
something to embarrass the trainee.

"Who are they?" the tied girl demanded as she pointed to us.

A voice spoke from the shadows.

"Pray you don't find out."

Stepping into the light, a lady with long blonde hair with black
streaks was clothed in a black cat suit and wore two inch platform
with high heels.  It was a very sensible outfit but showed all the
curves of a well developed lady.

"Show them those lovely tits of yours."

"Are you kidding?"

A whip lashed out and sliced up the short skirt.  The rawhide tip made
contact with her bare ass.

"What did you do that for?"

I motioned Ms. Williams to sit with me on one of the black leather
love seats that ringed the platform.  She nodded.

"This is the first level of the mentoring program," I whispered.

"I see.  She does not look happy."

"Schooling is rarely a pleasant experience, but she can leave at
anytime.  See that silver button on the back of her collar.  One press
of that button and she can end the program.  The school will issue a
failing grade, and she would be escorted back to the civilian world."

"I see."

The whip landed three more times on the soft ass tissue of the slave
girl.  The girl screamed each time and looked back at the tormenter
with a glare.  I could tell this one had a lot of spirit.  The whip
continued slowly but surely tagging each piece of unblemished skin.

"How many times will she whip her?"

"This one, I would estimate she will get a thousand lashes today."

"When will it stop?" Ms. William asked.

"This stage is intended to break the subject's attitude and self
image.  She will be spanked without mercy for up to two weeks.  If she
does not have the proper attitude adjustment in fourteen days and
fourteen nights, then she will be failed out."

"And you say nights?"

"Yes, it is twenty four hour a day process.  The pain will be
continually.  Even though the case lead is always the same, the person
controlling the whip will be changed out each hour to keep them
fresh."

"It would be hard to sleep through that."

I laughed.  The Control looked our way and bowed her head to me.  I
waved her back to work.

"She will have to earn the right to sleep."

"Oh."

"If she shows some positive behavior, then she will get a couple of
hours of sleep as a reward."

"I don't understand," Ms. William said.  "Why does she want to go
through this?"

"There are lots of reasons.  This is not a cheap school.  Our tuition
starts at ten thousand dollars for the base program but can be much
higher.  So therefore most slaves are sponsored.  Some times a Master
or Mistress will pay to have a submissive trained to become more
responsive.  Sometimes a girl will seek a Master to sponsor her into
the D/S world to make money as a prostitute.  There are lots of
reasons."

"What if the girl has been kidnapped?"

"We do not condom kidnapping or forced slavery.  The school board will
investigate any of those claims, and the guilty parties will be
executed."

"I see.  You don't mess around do you?"

"No, Ms. Williams, I don't.  We had one man who bought slaves from
overseas and sent them here to be trained. Whereas his body guards
died quickly, it took me ten hours to kill him.  I opened up the
abdomen cavity and pulled his intestines out into the floor.  I think
what freaked him out the most was when I cut his cock and balls off.
He thought he would die immediately after that.  I just smiled and
seared the bleeders off to keep the blood loss down.  To make a long
story short, he felt pain in each part of his body before he died.
The whole thing was videotaped and each prospective master is shown
what can happen if they violate one of our rules.  I think they know
that we don't touch children, kidnapped or forced slavery.  So, to
answer your question, we don't have much issue with that type of
abuse."

"I think I'm going to be sick," Ms. Williams said.

I smiled and turned my attention back to the conditioning.

"You're a bitch.  Why did you do that?" the trainee spouted.

The Control didn't answer but gave the girl a taste of the whip
lashing up between her legs.  I was impressed with the Control.  She
was cool and not flustered.  All of the Controls for the first level
were taken from the graduating class for mistress school.  A professor
watched the sessions and treated it as the capstone project of their
final class.

"Ouch," Ms. Williams responded.

"It is clear she has not been here for long.  Let's see if we can find
another slave grunt on level one."

"Yes Sir."

The next room was the same arrangement with a round raised platform
with a black headed lady about thirty chained to the center post. She
was a mess with dark circles under her eyes.  Her skin was covered
with lashes and welts.

"Who are you?"

"I am a slut, Mistress," the trainee said.

"Not true," the Control said.  "Why do you keep saying that word?  The
fact that you used I is not the problem.  You do know that, right?
The problem is that you think of yourself as a person as being an
entity.  You see the 'I' word is not a problem but a symptom of the
problem.  You are a lump of flesh; a lump of pussy living to please; a
slut with no identity.  There is no pride of who you are because there
is no you.  There is no person, only a slut."

The TASER radiated out sparks and the girl screamed.

"Who are you, Slut?"

Sparks flew again followed by more screams.

"A slut sucking anything that moves," the Control screamed again.
"Nothing is below you, Slut.  A dog moves and you would suck it.  You
would suck it good, Slut."

TASER fired again.  The voltage was not high enough to make the
trainee pass out, but she fell to her knees.

"There is no 'I' or 'me' only a slutty bitch that lives to please,"
the Control continued.  "Sluts do not deserve to even stand.  They
should be on that slutty belly wiggling that ass begging to be
fucked."

TASER fired again.

The trainee fell to the ground and started humping the ground pushing
her ass up into the air as if fucking a dick.

"Yes, slut that is much better."

Ms. William leaned closer to me and whispered.

"Wow, there is quite a difference between the attitudes of the two
ladies."

"Yes, there is about three day's difference between them."

"Only three days?"

"Yes Ms. Williams or thirty six hours would be a better indication.

"And you said they will do this for two weeks."

"Up to two weeks.  This first stage is to break them down to reduce
them to nothing but the raw sexual creatures inside of them.  As soon
as they have met the criteria of success for this stage, they will
move to stage two.  I can see that this trainee will probably be ready
faster than most probably another thirty six hours."

"She needs three more days of this?"

"Yes Madam.  She needs to not only say the words but believe it in her
heart."

"I see."

"We are running out of time Ms. Williams.  Let's move on to level
two."

I opened the door to the stairwell.  Ms Williams moved ahead of me up
the steps.

"Nice legs," I said looking up her skirt casually.

Ms. William blushed.

"Thank you, Lord Dedlock."

"I think you would look good when you cum."

"Thank you again, Lord Dedlock."

"You have gotten so much cooperative, Ms. Williams."

"I understand a lot more now, Lord Dedlock.  This trip had opened my
eyes up more than I thought possible."

"Good."

A sexy lady who clearly had a double dong pleasure unit inserted into
her pussy and ass met us at the entrance to level two.

"Welcome Lord Dedlock and Mistress."

"Thank you."

"How can I be of service to you today?'

"I'm giving the mistress a tour."

"If either of you need anything, you only need to ask."

"Thank you, Ms. Read."

We walked into the pleasure room.  There were six trainee paired up in
vertical sixty nine positions.  They would suck and then shout.  A
leather clad beauty in high heels walked among them with a riding crop
in hand. The outfit zipped up the back to give her ass a delicious
appearance. She tapped one of the trainee on the ass. 

"This slut wants to suck pussy," the slut quickly shouted.

Instantly she buried her head into the pussy and ate it as if her life
depended on it. The Control tapped another slut.

"Live to fuck," the slut shouted.  "This slutty pussy wants it all the
time."

The Control squatted beside the next pair.

"You are doing well, Slut.  Look at how big you are getting that clit.
Vibrate your tongue on it."

The slut did as she was told.  Her partner moaned.

"Good... Now grab it with those slutty teeth, not hard, just rake it."

"Oh God, nibble my clit, that drives me crazy," her partner screamed.

"Stop!!!" the Control commanded.

"What did you say Slut?  Was that the 'me' word that I heard?"

The slut shook her head to clear the cobwebs of passion.  Her pussy
was quivering as if it was about to cum.  I knew the pleasure had
taken hold of her mind.

"Slut is a pussy to be fucked," the offending slut shouted.  "And,
spanked and abused at Mistress' whim."

"Who are you?" the Control demanded.

"A pussy-licking cock-sucking ass fucked slut."

"Apparently this slut is still thinking.  A slut does not think.  A
slut acts and does.  No thoughts, no decisions."

"Oh my god, what will happen to her?" Ms. Williams asked me.

"Either she will be sent back to level one for two weeks or the
Control will put her into a week long dehumanization program."

"Can I help?" Ms. William asked.

"You want to help this slut?  Why?  She will either learn or be failed
out?  Why does she matter to you more than a grain of sand on the
beach?"

"I don't know.  She looks kinda sexy."

"You mean you want her?  I thought you didn't get turned on that way?"

"Well, if I could help her, I would do it."

"I see," I said.  "You would have to follow the Control's
instructions."

"I understand."

"Stay here."

I walked to the Control.  When she saw me approach, her head dropped
to her chest.

"Respect Positions," she commanded.

All the trainees immediately got to their knees and placed their
foreheads to the ground.  Their knees were the required twenty-eight
inches apart.  The trainer dropped to one knee and continued to look
down.

"My Lord, how may I be of service?"

"The visiting madam has taken a fondness to one of your sluts. The one
who was forgetful of who she is."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Are there other infractions?"

"No, my Lord.  She is well trained.  What would you have me do?"

I knelt beside her and whispered in her ear.  When I was done, she
nodded.

"Your will be done, my Lord."

I walked to the opposite side of the room and took a chair opposite
the room from Ms. Williams. The trainer stood and walked to Ms.
Williams

"Sluts, your attention."

Each of the ladies sat up on their knees and leaned back on their
heels.  One of them looked my way and met my eyes.  The trainer jumped
to her and brought the riding crop down over her face and struck the
side of her cheek.  The whip was a flurry of pain as the Control
whipped her across her back and head.  The slut screamed and cried out
in pain.

"Don't ever, ever, ever look into the face of a Master.  They are your
God; your very existence will rest with them."

"Yes Mistress.  Sorry Mistress.  This unworthy slut sorry Mistress. So
sorry Mistress.  Tell Slut what to do."

"Lord?" the trainer asked.

"Let her learn her lesson when she reaches level three.  She has not
been trained.  I don't hold her responsible.  Override infraction."

"Very well Sir."

"Sluts, the Lord is kind.  Learn this free lesson well.  Never look
into a Master's eyes.  The consequences at level three can be hours of
punishment.  One look can be a near death experience.  It is one no
slut would want to know.  So hear me well.  Eyes should always be on
the floor when a Master or Lord enters."

"Yes Mistress," they said at once.

"We have a treat today.  Are there any sluts here?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Want some pussy?"

"Yes Mistress."

"We have a lady who wants to help the slut who thought she was a
person."

"Do sluts think?"

Trainer pointed to one of the sluts.

"No Mistress. They suck and fuck"

"Very good."

"Sluts that start to think have to be retrained.  Does anyone want to
go through level one again?"

The trainer pointed to the slut who forgot and used the word I.

"Please Mistress, this slut fucks and sucks.  Mistress, there is no
thinking here, Mistress."

"Well, this lady has felt sorry for your slutty ass.  She is here to
help you.  Madam if you would stand here."

Ms. Williams went to the spot indicated.

"Slut, this lady wants to feel your affections."

"Yes Mistress and thank you Mistress."

"Don't thank me.  I would have had you whipped until your skin peeled.
You better thank this lady good or that is exactly what will happen."

"Yes Mistress.  Thank you Lady."

"Not that way, Slut.  What does a slut do?"

The slut crawled to Ms. Williams.  I watched Ms. Williams' eyes.  They
were full of fear and anxiety.  As the slut pushed her face under the
short skirt and made contact with her wet pussy, her eyes flickered.
The slut was good which kinda surprised me in that they had not been
fully trained in the art.  However, this slut was taking her time and
moving with the grace of a professional.

I felt the excitement of the moment rushing through my veins.  I
snapped my fingers.  The trainer froze.

"My Lord?"

"Please me," I said.

"Yes, my Lord."

The trainer came to me and dropped to her knees.  I opened up my legs
and felt her immediately kiss my crotch.

"I want your ass," I whispered in her ear.

In a minute, I was enjoying the very ass that I had watched encased in
leather a few minutes ago.  As Ms. Williams was putting her hands
behind her head and pulled at her hair, I lubed up the trainer's ass.

"Oh God, you do that so well," Ms. Williams screamed.

I guided the trainer's tight ass onto my cock.  The head slid in
slowly.  I felt the control of the trainer's ass.  She made her
asshole twitch with gentle movements.  I recognized the art from last
year's ass fucking seminar.  There was no hesitation or doubt of her
ability.

I felt myself slide deeper into her warm ass.  She gripped me with her
muscles and squeezed me.  It was heaven.  She worked her chute to grab
and release and raise my temperature.

"Oh my god," Ms. Williams screamed.

"You may touch your pussy also, Slut," I whispered to the trainer.

"Thank you, my Lord," she responded.

"Lay down, Ms. Williams," I said.  "You will find cumming much easier.
You other sluts, help her out."

"Yes Sir," they answered me.

Ms. Williams lay down and was instantly covered with sluts.  They
kissed her breasts, and devoured her pussy with their mouths.  We
watched one slut enjoying her left breast as if it was a piece of
candy.  Sucking it deep into her mouth, she flicked her tongue over
the sensitive nipple.  The slut was literally deep throating her
breast.

The trainer continued fucking my hard cock taking it all now.  She
used her strong legs to lift and gently sway from side to side on my
love tool.  I touched her pussy with my fingers and found her wet as
any good slut should be.  I nibbled the back of her neck and felt
shivers rush down her back and into her ass.  She was driving me crazy
with her vibrations.

"Yes that's it Slut," I whispered.  "Take your Lord's dick up that
ass.  Work it for me.  You're such a good slut.  Harder, Slut.  I want
to feel it."

She did exactly as she was told and started working that hard ass down
on my cock.  I fingered her pussy and felt it grow with a hunger.  We
watched Ms. Williams spread her legs to take a tongue deep inside.
The slut knew how to fuck her tongue in with twirling motion to create
a vibrant sensation because each thrust brought a gasp from Ms.
Williams.

The more that Ms. Williams moaned, the wetter the trainer got.  I
loved feeling the excitement grow in her.

"Bring a slut over to suck your pussy," I whispered.

She snapped her fingers and pointed to the nearest girl.  

"Come here and service me, Slut.  Hurry!!!"

The slut raced over and buried herself into the trainer's pussy.  Each
lick of the clit resulted in tingles all through her body.  I felt
each and every one of them as her ass came alive.  

"That's it slut."

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I'm getting so close," Ms. Williams said. "I want
to explode."

"Oh, so I am," the trainer cried out.

"Suck it now, Slut," the trainer command of the slut at her pussy.
"Suck that clit like a little cock."

"She is," Ms. William screamed.  "She's driving me crazy with my
little man in the boat.

"Me to," the trainer moaned.  "Thank you, my Lord.  Thank you for your
cock."

"I'm going to die," Ms. Williams screamed.  "Make me cum, Slut.  I
want to cum so bad."

"I know how you feel," the trainer replied.  "Lord is driving me
crazy."

"Give her something to shut her up," I said.

The trainer picked up on my words immediately.  Even with her pussy on
fire and her heart was pounding out of her chest, she gave a command.

"Slut, straddle the Lady's face."

In the next second, Ms. Williams was sucking a pussy as she moaned
from the pleasure below.

"Suck that pussy, Ms. Williams," I said.  "Make that pussy cum."

I was pleased to watch her respond to my command.  I whispered in the
trainer's ear.

"I'm going to fill your ass with cum."

"Oh my Lord, yes do it my Lord.  May I cum too, My Lord?"

"Cum my little slut, and moan so she hears you cum," I whispered.

"Yes, my Lord."

"It's coming closer, my Lord.  I want your seed in my ass.  Want you
to cum me so hard, my Lord."

The trainer was bouncing up and down taking me to the hilt each time.
Driving my cock all the way inside her ass, she rode me harder.  My
.balls pulled closer to my body, and my cock was harder. I felt my
orgasm come closer and closer.  I knew she felt it too because she was
moaning.  My cock was a rock.

"Oh, yes, my Lord."

"I'm going to cum," Ms. Williams screamed from beneath the pussy.

"Cum Ms. Williams," the trainer screamed.  "I'm cummmmmm.....
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...ing nooo ww."

The trainer's ass went into involuntary spasms and milked my cock.  I
pushed up and deep and emptied everything I had into that tight ass.
My cock exploded like a volcano inside of her.

"Here I cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... Toooooooooo" Ms. Williams
screamed.  "Shee isssssssss sooooooooooooo good.  Oh my
goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, another one.
Shitttttttttttttttttttttttttt Cummming again."

The trainer continued to rock on my cock as her body was flooded with
more spasms and orgasms one right after the other.  Each time was
harder than the last.  The sucking slut worked overtime to suck up and
swallow all her cum.  The slurping noise turned the trainer on even
more and started a new set of orgasms.  I felt her ass squeeze my
exhausted cock out of her lovely ass.

Finally Ms. Williams fell exhausted and was stretched out with female
bodies all over her.  One of them was still licking up the female cum
made Ms. Williams flinch with each touch.  I pushed the trainer to her
feet.  She immediately stepped away and dropped to both knees and put
her forehead to the ground.

"Thank you, My Lord."

"You have pleased me."

"Thank you, MyLord."

"I will definitely add a recommendation to your file."

"Thank you, My Lord.  Thank you."

"You are welcome.  Get your class back together.  We must be going.
Ms. William play time is over."

"Yes Sir," Ms. Williams shouted as she rushed to stand up and smooth
her skirt.

"Okay, Sluts.  We are going to work on pleasure positions," the
Control barked out.  "Invite Position, Go!!!"

As we walked out of the room, I watched the trainer.  She was back
into control, but I could tell that her lips were still engorged.
Somehow she intrigued me as few women did.  I was curiously drawn to
her.  Her body was in excellent condition, and her training was
superb.  However there was something more to her.  I had felt her mind
touch mine and that was something that an ordinary slut could not do.
She had reached out on a spiritual plane to touch me. 

"I am afraid I'm going to have to cut out tour short today, Ms.
Williams."

"I'm sorry to hear that, My Lord.  I pray it isn't anything that I
did."
I smiled.

"No, Ms. Williams," I said.  You did well.  I'm glad to see you are
getting over your fear of women.  You make a good pussy sucker."

I laughed an evil laugh and then continued.

"It would be polite to say thank you for a compliment."

"Yes, My Lord.  Thank you, Lord Dedlock."

"You are welcome.  I will have Milton take you back to your car.
Remember the blinder is a required so don't give him any fuss."

"Yes, Lord Dedlock.  I pray that we can tour the remaining of the
school someday."

"We will see.  You may need to work on how you pray, Ms. Williams, but
we will see."

As Ms. Williams frowned in confusion from my last statement, Milton
appeared behind her.

"Please return Ms. Williams to her car.  Follow protocol Zebra Alpha."

"I understand Sir," Milton responded.  "If you will follow my Madam..."

"Of course.  Thanks again Lord Dedlock."

I watched Milton take her by the elbow and lead her back the airlock
room.  As soon as they were out of sight, I headed toward the
executive suites.  It was time to do a little research.

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