The
day began as so many had at the program. Sean had been assigned both
a male and a female slave to tend to him after his first couple of
days there, and it was the female who woke him gently each morning.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, thanked her with a pat on the head
and shuffled off to the bathroom. As Sean waited for the water to
warm enough he found himself thinking back over the month or so that
he had spent at the program compound.
There
were several houses that served as living areas for the people in the
program and those who ran it, as well as for the slaves that belonged
to the program. He had expected the living arrangements to be like
those he was used to at Susan and Arnold's manor, where there was a
dorm-style room for the male slaves and a separate room of the same
style for the females. He was pleasantly surprised to find that this
was not the case. Each three story house had six or eight bedrooms
that were small without being suffocatingly so, and each bedroom had
it's own small bathroom. The furnishings were nothing like he had
become accustomed to at the Manor either. There was a full sized bed
with a plush mattress and fine linens, two small bedside tables that
matched the wood frame of the bed, each with their own small lamp, a
small bookcase and a comfortable wing back chair with an ottoman that
sat opposite the bed, as well as a small table for meals.
Sean
had no idea what happened during a mentorship, as the details of
those were usually guarded very closely, but he had a feeling that he
was getting the same thing in a much shorter time span. To make
things even more intense, he had been told multiple times by the
staff that he was progressing much faster than most of the former
slaves that had come through. The first few days had been spent
covering the rules, protocols and etiquette for Society Dominants,
and while it was a lot of information to absorb, Sean had no
problems. It wasn't so different from what was expected of the
slaves, except for the parts that covered dealing with slaves, both
those who belong to you and those who belonged to others. The rest
of it simply seemed to be common sense as far as he was concerned.
After
flying through that portion, they had moved him on to basic slave and
submissive training techniques. Sean was surprised to find that so
many of the others in these classes thought that the two were one and
the same and had to remind himself that he might have been given a
leg up there due to his time with Annie, as well as the dynamic
between his former owners. Without that to help him bite his tongue
he very well may have given a classmate or two a piece of his mind.
The person in charge of that part of the program had to explain it to
the others several times before they got it, and even asked for
Sean's assistance with the subject. For some reason so many of the
participants had a very difficult time understanding that there were
some training techniques used on slaves that one should not use on a
submissive, at least not without their consent.
As
with the first part, Sean moved on from the training classes faster
than anyone else save for one or two of his classmates. The third
part of the program was much longer, filling about two weeks and
dealing with the various tools of the trade and how to use them.
This is where the slaves assigned to each participant came in to
play. Starting with the basics – bare hand and small tools like
paddles, clamps and gags – they learned how to use each both for
pleasure and for punishment. They also covered how to punish a slave
or submissive who enjoys pain too much for it to be used to correct
behavior. Sean once again proved a natural, taking most to
singletails and the florentine flogger style, as well as OTK
spanking. While his progress had again been speedy, Sean chose to
stay in this class the full two weeks to really get his techniques
down.
In
under a month Sean had managed to reach the fourth stage of the
program. As so many within The Society used subliminal training on
their slaves, the fourth part of the program was geared towards
getting rid of any residual subliminally implanted ideas. Much of
their slave training could be wiped clean with the classes during the
first three parts, but not everything. The days were easier as there
were no formal classes, only recordings that the participants were
required to listen to for several hours each day. During this time
they could work on their skills with the implements, go over things
from other classes or simply enjoy the grounds. It was this that
Sean had planned for his day once he got out of the shower.
The
girl was waiting for him with a warm, fluffy towel as usual and dried
him as he brushed his hair and teeth and went through the rest of his
morning ritual. He dressed in a sharp pair of black slacks – a
look that had quickly become a favorite of his – and a fitted blue
t-shirt before sitting down to the breakfast that the male slave had
brought up for him. Sean was just finishing his meal when there was
a knock at his door. He nodded to the male slave, who in turn got up
and answered the door. It was Francis, the man who had been in the
one in charge of handling Sean's time at the program.
“Good
morning Sean, how are you this morning?” He asked as the male
slave fetched a chair for him.
“A
good mornin' to ya as well, Francis. I'm quite well, thanks.
Yourself?” He replied, motioning for the girl to pour Francis a
cup of coffee.
“I'm
just fine. Actually, I have a bit of news for you.” He replied,
adding cream and sugar to his coffee. He paused to take a sip and
then said,
“I
wasn't planning to tell you until you were leaving the program, but
some things have come up and your training has progressed so quickly
that I feel now is as good a time as any. You know that I don't work
full time with the program, that I'm usually only called in when they
are short handed.”
“Yes,
I remember you sayin' that.”
“Well,
they weren't short handed this time. I found out from Susan and
Arnold that you were coming here because of your involvement with
Annie. I was her Mentor when she came in to The Society.”
“I
had no idea.” Sean was stunned, and a little worried about where
this was going.
“They
let me know because of something Annie witnessed during the
submissive portion of her mentorship. I'm sure she will tell you the
gory details in her own time, so I'll just give you the basics. She
witnessed a submissive who had been serving at the party we hosted
that evening being abused by the couple that owned her, and from that
night on it seemed as though she was just going through the motions
until she moved on from that part of her mentorship. She pushed
those urges down pretty far.”
Sean
was silent for a moment, taking in what Francis had told him, then
said,
“It
did'na seem like goin' through the motions when she and I were
together.”
“She
may not have been. I've got to say, if you've brought that out of
her, you've got something special. Don't hurt her.”
“I
would never.”
“I'm
glad to hear that. Now, the other reason that I'm here. Susan and
Arnold got in touch with me because Annie is apparently freaking out
a little. Seems she's had too much time to think about things with
you gone. Since you've been progressing so rapidly, they decided to
ask about the possibility of you graduating the program early.
Personally, I don't see an issue with that. You're already very
close to graduation.”
“Annie's
freaking out? I don't think I've ever seen the lass do that.”
Francis
chuckled.
“She
doesn't do it often, that's for sure. It takes a lot to make her
crack.”
“This
must be pretty bad then?” Sean's concern for Annie was evident on
his face.
“It
seems that way. Now, you're currently in stage four, with the
recordings five hours a day. If you double that to ten hours a day
you could be out of here in a week. Stage five is simply a set of
reviews and that only takes a day or two tops, depending on how you
do. I don't think we need to worry about you on that one. What do
you say?”
“If
Annie's havin' that much trouble, I'd like ta get back as soon as I
can.”
“I
thought that might be the case. It's going to take a lot of hours,
but I think you can pull it off.”
“I'll
do m'best.”
“In
that case, I'll leave you to it. You've already had three days of
the recordings, which leaves you with four days plus your reviews.
If you double up on the hours, you can cut that to two days plus
reviews, probably four days total.”
“I'll
be doin' m'best then.” He was visibly shaken.
“I
know you will. I'll go inform Susan and Arnold.”
Francis
left the room, and for a moment Sean simply stared at the wall. The
conversation with Francis had not only left him worried for Annie,
but had also forced him to confront the level of his feelings for
her. The same few thoughts ran through his head over and over again.
Was he going to loose her because of this? What would she be like
when he returned? How much had changed, and how much of that change
was because of her own fears getting in the way? Forcing the
thoughts from his head, Sean picked up the mp3 player assigned to
him, put the buds in his ears and pressed play. Grabbing the pair of
floggers he had become fond of he headed out in to the field on the
outer part of the compound to practice. Physical activity always
helped clear his mind, so he barely noticed the time slipping by. It
had been four hours when his slaves brought his lunch out to him. He
ate without thinking, his mind elsewhere.
After
lunch he returned to his room to change in to his running attire.
There was a five mile loop around the compound and he had made that
loop many, many times since coming to the program. It was a
beautiful route with a canopy of leaves over most of it and a smooth,
rock-free path. As soon as his feet hit the path leading away from
the house he was in he was jogging, breaking in to a dead run when he
hit the running path. Two hours and two and a half laps later, he
was drenched in sweat but not yet ready to stop for the day. Slowing
to a jog for a mile or so, he decided to walk the last bit to make it
an even three laps even though it would take him about an hour to
walk the rest of the loop and back to the house. He didn't care, so
long as it kept him from worrying himself sick.
Sean
finally returned to the house about an hour before dinner. Removing
the ear buds and shutting off the player, he stripped out of his
workout clothes and headed for the shower that the girl already had
running for him. The hot water felt wonderful and he spent more time
just standing under the spray than anything else. It wasn't until
the water began to cool that he stepped out to be dried. Just as
breakfast had been that morning, his dinner was waiting on the little
table with the book he had been reading in the evenings next to it.
He thanked his slaves and sent them to their dinner, then replaced
the ear buds and sat down to eat. After the practice time with the
floggers and his run, Sean was exhausted. Still, he had three hours
left with the player before he could go to sleep.
When
he had finished his meal and his slaves had returned he left the male
to clean up and took the female out in to a small wooded area near
the house, toy bag in hand. Of course, he had been told that fucking
the slaves assigned to him was not only acceptable but almost
expected. He had not, however, made use of the girl and the boy held
no interest for him in that manner. What he had in mind for her that
night was the closest he would get to using the attractive slave girl
in his command. From the bag he took a length of rope and looped one
end around a smaller tree, then formed the free end in to a cuff
around the girl's left wrist. With a second length of rope, he did
the same to the right, and then to both of her ankles. When she was
securely fastened to the trees beside her, he retrieved his favorite
floggers from the bag, walked behind her and quickly found his
rhythm. He had not practiced on her outside of the classes, but now
he needed something to keep his body awake and his mind occupied. He
felt lucky that she was the type that enjoyed pain at that moment as
the leather tails began to turn her flesh a light pink.
An
hour passed this way, both of them hardly noticing the passing of
time. When Sean finally realized how long it had been he put the
floggers down and pulled two bottles of water from the bag. He
downed half of one himself then opened the second and put a straw in
it before holding it to the girl's mouth. She gave him a content
little smile and began to drink. It was all he could do to keep from
thinking of his Annie back at the manor as he watched the girl drain
the bottle. When the water was gone he found the little vibrator he
had been given in a side pocket of the bag and, holding it in front
of the girl's face, spoke over the recording playing in his ears.
“Now,
am I right in thinkin' ya might be wantin' this little device now?”
“Yes,
Sir.” She replied, her voice shaking with anticipation.
“I
ought ta make ya beg for it lass, but ya've been so good today.”
“Thank
you, Sir.”
Sean
turned the vibrator on and quickly found the girl's clit. Slipping
an arm around her he slipped a finger in to her dripping pussy and
pressed the vibe against her clit harder. The first orgasm hit hard
and fast and the girl arched, twisting against her restraints as it
did. Sean smiled. He coaxed her to a second, third and fourth
orgasm before stopping. She was practically limp against the ropes
by then and he had to put an arm around her waist to steady her as he
untied her. He wrapped the half alert slave girl in the blanket from
the bag and lay her down gently on the leaf covered ground, her head
in his lap. They sat like that for nearly a half an hour before she
was able to stand and walk enough to return to the house. He turned
her over to the staff person responsible for seeing to the slaves
when they were not needed and made his way back to his room where he
dismissed the male slave for the night. Glancing at the clock by the
bed, he saw that he had only an hour left. Caving to his own
desires, he gave himself some much needed relief before cleaning up
and getting ready for bed. He filled his final half hour with
mindless tasks simply to stay awake, and when that half hour was done
he gratefully removed the ear buds, lay down and slipped in to a
deep, dreamless sleep.
The
next day passed in much the same way, Sean doing everything he could
to keep himself awake. At the end of the day, just as he was getting
ready for bed, Francis came to see him again.
“I
wont keep you long.” He said, watching Sean busy himself with
packing his suitcase. “I know you've worked yourself hard today
and yesterday. I just wanted to let you know that you have your
reviews in the morning at ten.”
“Thanks.
I don't think I could have done another day like this tomorrow,
honestly. I need more time to recover, but I also needed to shut my
mind off. I'm really worried about my Annie.” The last words
slipped out before he could catch himself, and Francis smiled.
“I
have no doubt that you will fly through your reviews tomorrow. The
only reason you would need to stay another day after that would be to
select your new things before your return. However, since I know
you're worried about Annie, as am I, if you'd like to give me a list
of things you need I can see that there is a bag waiting for you
after the reviews tomorrow. You could be back at the manor before
dinner tomorrow evening.”
Without
speaking Sean quickly found a pen and paper and jotted out a list of
clothing and other items he would need. It was a fairly short list,
as he figured he could acquire the rest after returning home.
Francis glanced over the list when it was handed to him and made a
mental note to put in a few extra things for the party that would be
thrown to welcome Sean in to The Society in his new role.
“Well,
I will leave you to your rest. Best of luck to you in the morning,
and I will see you when you are finished.” Francis said, reaching
out to shake Sean's hand.
“Thank
ye very much for everything, Francis.” Sean replied. It wasn't
long until he was sound asleep once more.
***
When
he awoke on his final day at the program, he could barely contain his
excitement. Doing his best to remain calm, he showered and dressed
in black slacks, a black t-shirt and black button up. He ate every
bit of his breakfast but barely tasted any of it. At nine-thirty, he
gathered everything he would need and headed across the compound to
the main building for his reviews. The first hour or so was an
interview, though it felt more like an interrogation to many who went
through it. After that came a demonstration of proficiency with
various toys and tools. Lastly came a step by step review of his
time in the program and a tallying of the hours spent with the mp3
player. Finally, one of the review board said,
“You've
really impressed us, Sean. Susan and Arnold were right to send you
to us. We are happy to say that you have completed the program with
flying colors, and that if you'd ever like a position at one of the
program locations, just let us know.”
“Thank
ye all very much.” He replied.
“You
are very welcome. Now, Francis has informed us that you have a very
special lady to get home to, so we will mail the papers to Susan and
Arnold's manor for you.”
After
a few more thank yous and handshakes, Sean was finally dismissed. He
took the stairs two at a time, and when he reached his room he found
Francis waiting for him. There was a shower running and fresh
clothing laid out on the bed for him. With a quick nod to Francis he
headed for the bathroom and showered as fast as he could while making
sure to shave carefully. For one of the only times since he had been
there he toweled himself off, then wrapped the towel around his waist
to retrieve his clothing. Francis conveniently stepped out on a
phone call just as Sean entered the bedroom and he smiled a little at
this courtesy. The pants laid out were deep black denim instead of
his usual dress slacks and with it was one of his favorite shirts, a
well fitted emerald green t-shirt that flattered his coloring
perfectly. He checked over the room one last time to make sure he
had everything, then found Francis in the hall.
“Ready
to go home?” Francis asked with a small smile.
“More
than I'll ever be.” Sean replied.
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