| CASSY – LESSONS [ part 7 ] In a few seconds Millicent herself came into Cassy’s view, she was as naked as Rachael and Michael and smiling as she approached. “But it was a lovely thought of yours Cassy, an older pussy is a cat, and women can be as catty as anything!” She said this smiling. Rachael and Michael had come to attention when Millicent arrived and said nothing. Millicent smiled at the pair. “You two are so good, I did watch as you helped Yvonne that was very good and kind. I’m very pleased with you both, you will have a reward for that.” She said. Rachael looked puzzled and raised her hand in question, when Millicent nodded to her finally spoke, “Mistress I don’t understand, we only did it to avoid Yvonne giving any pain to Cassy, I mean Cassandra, I know she doesn’t mean to but Yvonne can be a bit rough.” Rachael rubbed her pussy as she said this. Millicent nodded sadly. “I do understand Rach. But Yvonne hasn’t received your training, her father taught her and he delighted in causing her slight pain. I’m slowly teaching her otherwise,” She patted Rachael’s face, “you two are not the only ones being trained here, we’ve all have lessons to learn.” She then started to rub Cassy’s head, smiling at the small face that Cassy made. “Your mother was right Cassy, you don’t like people touching your hair, do you?” She asked. Cassy, remembering her earlier lessons, responded at once. “I’m sorry mistress, but I don’t. Ever since mummy cut it once, and I had to wear a head scarf until it grew back.” She shuddered at the memory of those days and the taunts of the other children when they had seen it. Millicent nodded, “Yes Camellia did always fancy herself as a trend setter, and so you’ve been protective of your hair.” Millicent said softly, “But don’t worry Cassy, Yvonne is an expert hairdresser, even if she does pull it a bit.” She studied Cassy’s head, “I’m torn between a pageboy cut, to highlight you face, or to allow you to keep it that length . . . or maybe slightly longer, I must admit I like a girl with pigtails, it does give a certain amount of control.” Millicent’s voice had become slightly hoarse and her eyes had glazed over slightly with the memories that the picture had evoked. After a moment of silence Millicent shook her head. “But enough of that for now, Cassy – you will need to relax, Rachael put some music on for Cassy to listen to, Michael make sure that Cassy is comfortable, and then you’ll both join me in the music room.” And Millicent disappeared from Cassy’s view. The sound of the door closing announced her departure. Michael came beside Cassy. “Are you alright like this?” He asked. Cassy gave a smile, “Well you couldn’t get me out of this?” She asked and grinned to show she was kidding. But Michael slowly shook his head, “I’m sorry Cassy, but Mistress wouldn’t like that.” He said seriously Rachael gave a laugh from the music system, where she’d loaded a CD, “Michael she was joking – Cassy knows we’re not allowed to release her.” Michael looked at Rachael and then back to Cassy who nodded, “I’m sorry Michael. But Rach is right . . .” She then smiled at him and asked, “You couldn’t turn me onto my side, I don’t like being on my back.” Michael thought about her request and then got a couple of pillow out. He rolled Cassy onto her side, packing a pillow behind her to hold her there, he then went to her front and placed another pillow to support her. He inspected his attempts and decided it was enough. “Is that better Cassy?” He asked the girl. “Yes thank you Michael,” Cassy said, and then the soft sounds of a piano sonata started to sound in the room. “What’s that?” Cassy asked. “It was written by someone called Beethoven, we’re not allowed pop music, but mistress says we should ‘cultivate the classics’ and so she lets us have these.” Rachael looked up at a clock, “We’d better got as mistress will be waiting, sleep tight Cassy.” Rachael said taking Michael’s hand and the two children left the room. ‘how else!’ Cassy thought to herself. She started to think about the past day’s events. Being deserted by her mother to this strange woman. A woman that her mother knows and who seems to train children, but she’d never heard of this before, this place wasn’t a school – for one thing no school would teach about licking pussys and cocks like this one does, and then there was the spankings, just for talking! Now this! Lying in an inflatable straightjacket it was so weird, yet in a way she felt safe, Cassy didn’t know why this should be, but it was and the music . . . Cassy wasn’t really into this old fashioned sound . . . it was so relaxing, she felt herself drifting along with the notes of the music, not hearing the message that was being sent along, subliminally, in with the music. ‘Mistress is kind. She knows what I need. I trust mistress. I feel warm when I do what mistress tells me. I will help mistress in anyway I can. I will never refuse any command that mistress gives me.’ The message was repeated throughout the whole of the music – Millicent had paid quite a lot of money to ensure that the message was on all the discs that the children had, the loud beats of the modern pop music was useless to convey the message, but the classics . . . there was the medium of control. Cassy remembered what Millicent had told her – she had to relax, and she found that she was able to do that now even in her confined state. Before too long she was fast asleep the music playing in the bedroom pushing its message deep into Cassy’s mind. After an hour Yvonne, ear-plugs already blocking out the sounds in the room, entered, she went to Cassy and, taking a syringe from a small case, gave the girl an injection through a small hole in the clothing – something that was provided for. She then slipped some headphones onto the sleeping girls’ head Yvonne smiled at the young face and then rolled the girl onto her back, she kissed Cassy’s lips, gave a small smile “tu est tres jolie ma petite cherie.” She said realising that she’d heard the same from her father several years ago. She switched on the cassette player, another message, designed for Cassy alone, started to play. Yvonne turned off the music centre and prepared the straps on the other two beds. She knew that Millicent would be sending the, now, exhausted children back soon, and they would want to go to bed. As if on cue, Rachael and Michael returned, their eyes glazed over as walked in hand-in-hand. They looked at Yvonne without recognising the girl but allowed her to bustle them into their beds and insert the catheters without complaint. Yvonne made sure that the straps were holding the children tightly without chafing their skin. She placed headphones onto each child’s head and made sure they were plugged into sockets hidden by the bed-frames – theirs was a simpler program, just to augment their already well know instructions. Yvonne paused by the door looking back at the somnambulists in the room, all listening to their own instructions for the days ahead, she shook her head, ‘it was much simpler with father’ she thought to herself, and then she went to join Millicent in their bed. ---- Cassy dreamed . . . She dreamt that she was sitting on her father’s knees, but his face was hidden from her. They were playing her favourite game, horsy, it was something they did almost every night, she could hear her mother doing the washing up in the kitchen. But now daddy was doing something new, he was starting to run his hand through Cassy’s hair and whispering to her, ‘You have lovely hair Cassandra, such nice fine hair, you want it to be longer so that it can be platted, you’ll love lovely in plats Cassandra’ he was saying, she hugged him because he was her daddy and he loved her she knew that. They remained like that for some time and then her mother was back in the room with them, this was weird as she never did that before. Cassy was surprised as her mummy started to undo Cassy’s blouse, she wanted to protest but for some reason she knew that this was the right thing to do, she wanted her father to look at her. At the back of her mind was a small voice saying that this wasn’t right, she wasn’t 6 years old . . . or was she? Cassy found she was getting confused, she wanted to ask her mummy how old she was but found that she was now sitting naked on her daddy’s lap and he was also naked, she thought it strange that his body looked like Michaels only larger, she looked down at her daddy’s lap, his cock was just like Michaels as well. She knew that if she was allowed to do what she saw Rachael doing earlier it would make her daddy happy, and that is what she really, really wanted to do, but she was tired again and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes she was dressed again and sitting on her, fully clothed, father’s knees, playing horsy . . . The dream repeated throughout the night following the script detailed in the tape. Each time she accepted more and more the fact that she wanted to make her daddy happy. For Rachael and Michael their dreams were happy ones, playing with others, unconcerned about their dress, or lack of dress that is. Showing them how nice it was to be able to please their parents, how children like themselves should behave to others. In her bedroom Millicent dreamed of her father, how he would tie her up at night and then have fun with whichever of her friends were visiting her that night or, if no-one was there, how he would have fun with her. Millicent smiled in her sleep as she could hear the cries of her young friends as they were played with by daddy. Yvonne, stretched out at the foot of Millicent’s bed, didn’t dream of anything! But she knew that she was loved and wanted by her new mistress and that needed no enforcement by Morpheus. And so the house slept, the three children and the adult all dreaming and the teenager just sleeping. |