BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 10 · Part 1

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Chapter Eight: A Different Kind of Training

The sluts hurried through the shower system. A few of them stopped to squat over the troughs, which were intended to catch their urine, but most of the sluts just peed in the showers or did not have to pee because they had already urinated on the ground while they pushed the roller. They then rushed over to the mess hall to greedily suck down the thick goop, which, since they were so hungry, somehow did not taste quite as bad.

When they reassembled at the barracks, there were only twenty-eight in the line. Trustee yvonne was waiting for them and when all were present, commanded, “Box In.”

Once the line was formed, she gave the ‘Box Rest’ order and explained, “Slut raymond is being transported to a hospital.” As if to validate her statement, a helicopter with the Box M logo on its side roared overhead and sped off toward the horizon.

“Unfortunately,” she continued, “accidents happen.” She paused and looked down at the ground and swallowed hard, as if her words had somehow dried out her throat. She coughed slightly and said, “Since slut raymond was not expelled, nor did he leave of his own accord, he will be included in the next training cycle if he so desires.”

She stood straight and put her hands on her hips, “However,” she said firmly, “if you are expelled for improper behavior or quit on your own, you won’t be coming back unless you pay additional tuition.” She looked up and down the line before saying, “You got that, sluts?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” they all yelled back.

Trustee yvonne then walked over to stand in front of slut ellen and said quietly, “Slut ellen, you are now paired with slut vivian.”

Slut ellen looked up and down the row trying to figure out who slut vivian was.

“Slut vivian, step forward,” trustee yvonne barked out and a petite Asian-American stepped forward. She was small, but somehow gave off a sense of power. She had almond eyes which hinted at Japanese heritage, but her face was much more oval, perhaps indicating mixed Polynesian background. Her legs were thin, but very trim and her muscles rippled as she moved. Like most Asians, she had small breasts, but they were well-formed and her nipples stood out proudly as she stepped forward.

She walked down to where slut ellen was standing. She reached up and took slut ellen’s hand and pulled her back toward where she had been standing. “Come with me,” slut vivian said quietly. “I’ll take care of you.”

Slut ellen smiled in response. Her body was much more relaxed as she accompanied slut vivian to her new position in the line.

As sluts vivian and ellen returned to the Box Rest position, trustee brenda came striding up and yelled out, “Box In.”

The sluts once again snapped to attention, and trustee brenda boomed out, “This morning we were training your bodies. This afternoon we are going to be training your minds.” She walked up and down in front of the line before adding, “I am sure that your slut minds are in as bad a shape as your slut bodies.”

She then walked away, calling back over her shoulder, “Follow slut– I mean, trustee– yvonne to the hangar.”

The hangar was exactly that. It was an old WWII Quonset hut-style building with huge sliding doors and a round metal roof that curved all the way down to the ground. Inside, there was a concrete floor with what looked like several elevated platforms or stages spread throughout the cavernous enclosure. One of those platforms had ropes around it like a wrestling or boxing ring. Most of the rest had a variety of chairs, benches, machines, and restraint devices. Three were totally empty.

Trustee brenda stopped the line in front of one of the empty platforms and yelled out, “Box in, five rows, six columns.”

The sluts immediately formed the demanded arrangement. The first four rows each had six sluts. The last row had only four. “Sluts powers and paula, marcie and jj,” barked trustee brenda, “you have the back row– in that order.”

There was a little shuffling as the four sluts from the back row moved forward and sluts powers, paula, jj, and marcie moved to the back. Trustee brenda pointed at sluts marcie and jj and then to the right-hand position, indicating that is where they were supposed to stand. After they were in place, she motioned for them to move left so that the empty space was on the far right.

“This is where you will be spending your afternoons for the next few months,” came a voice out of the darkness. The voice sounded familiar, but none of the sluts could place it until Commander Mueller walked out of the shadows and stepped up onto the platform. There were four others with him, all dressed entirely in black. The two men were dressed in black jeans with black T-shirts. The two women were dressed in black, silk-looking blouses with black, leather skirts. The skirts reached to mid-thigh, ending a few inches above their matching black boots.

Commander Mueller stepped to the front of the platform. “These are your trainers,” Commander Mueller explained as the Masters and Mistresses stepped onto the platform and stood beside him.

“They will be supervising your afternoons… whether they are with you directly or just watching from afar. Let me introduce you to them,” he continued. “First is Mistress Tawnya.”

One of the Mistresses stepped forward. She was a coffee-colored woman with definite Asian overtones to her face. She smiled out at the assembled sluts. The smile, however, wasn’t very reassuring. Somehow it reminded slut jj of a cat smiling at a mouse she was about to consume.

“Next,” said the commander, “is Master Edward.” He pronounced it with a long ‘A’, as in “yard,” rather than with the short ‘A’ like in “word.”

A very British-looking Master stepped forward. He held himself stiffly, almost at attention as he stared out at the sluts with cold, steely-blue eyes that seemed to take in every detail about each of them. The way he walked and stood appeared to reflect a military background. Slut marcie wondered silently if they should call him Colonel rather than Master.

“You need to listen carefully as I introduce the next Mistress,” Commander Mueller warned. “She is very sensitive about the pronunciation of her name and you WILL be punished if you mispronounce it. In fact, I will let her introduce herself.”

The second Mistress stepped forward. She had very pale skin and dark green eyes. Her wavy black hair tumbled down past her shoulders. “My name is Mistress Susann,” she said with a very slight southern accent. She pronounced Susann as Sues-ANN, with the emphasis on the second syllable. “Do you think you sluts can pronounce that properly?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, Mistress Susann,” the sluts screamed back, making sure that they pronounced it Sues-ANN. In response she smiled back at them. Slut jj liked her smile a lot more than Mistress Tawnya’s.

“Last, but not least…” Commander Mueller said, bringing the attention back to himself. “I present to you Master Xerxes.” He chuckled slightly and added, “Luckily for you sluts, he is not overly particular about how well you pronounce his name.”

“I am particular, however,” Master Xerxes said forcefully in a deep, baritone voice as he stepped forward, “about the respect you show as you say my name.”

Master Xerxes had a very powerful presence. His very dark, almost black, hair was meticulously combed back on his head. His equally dark eyes glistened as he looked out at the sluts. The dark eyebrows above his eyes added to the intensity of his stare.

At first slut marcie thought that he looked Egyptian, but something told her that wasn’t quite right. She also found herself wondering if he plucked his eyebrows or if such a wide separation was totally natural.

“I am a descendant of kings,” he said loudly. “And I expect to be obeyed as such.” He looked slowly at the formation of sluts and then said more quietly, “For those of you with doubts in your mind, no, I am not part of European royalty. Nor am I a descendant of the Pharaohs– though my bloodline goes back that far and further.

The name ‘Xerxes’ has been in my family for two hundred and fifty generations. Long before there were nations in Europe, King Xerxes ruled the Persian Empire.” His voice became even deeper and more resonant as he finished with “His blood runs in my veins, and you WILL respect that.”

The sluts stared back at him silently until he shouted out, “Will you respect me?”

“Sir! Yes, Sir! Master Xerxes!” they screamed back. The truth of that statement was reflected in their voices.

“If you do not respect me,” he said ominously with a smile that looked almost like a leer, “you will learn to fear me.” Again, the sluts were reduced to absolute silence.

Trustee brenda walked forward to stand between the formation and the platform. “Sluts, count off by bunks,” she commanded, pointing at the left end of the front row.

“One!” shouted one of the pair standing in that position.

The count continued through the rows until it reached slut marcie in the back row. “Fourteen!” she yelled out.

“Even numbers will come with me,” barked trustee brenda. “Odd numbers go with trustee yvonne.”

“Oh, oh,” said slut jj quietly. “That’s why she wanted us last in the back row… to make sure we were in her group.”

“Nothing we can do about it,” slut marcie whispered back as trustee yvonne joined trustee brenda in front of the formation.

“Trustee yvonne take your sluts to their station,” Commander Mueller said firmly.

She led her recruits to a small, empty platform on the far right side of the hangar. Master Edward and Mistress Tawnya walked slowly behind the double line. Trustee yvonne called out “Box in, four by three plus two,” and the sluts formed into three rows of four with two sluts alone in the back row.

Master Edward and Mistress Tawnya then stepped up onto the platform and stood facing the sluts. “Box rest,” said Mistress Tawnya and they shifted to the at ease position.

“Trustee brenda,” Commander Mueller said, and she turned and began walking toward a similar platform on the far left of the hangar. When she reached the platform, she turned to face the sluts walking behind her and barked out, “Box in, four by three plus two.”

In response, the sluts formed into three rows of four with sluts marcie and jj in a fifth row in the back of the formation.

“Slut marcie,” trustee brenda yelled, “is that the formation I ordered?”

“Ma’am, this slut thinks so, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie responded.

“You aren’t supposed to think,” trustee brenda replied sarcastically. “You are supposed to obey commands. … and the formation should always be symmetrical.”

She gave an obviously false smile and added, “For those of you like slut jj who obviously don’t know what that means, it means you should be in the center of the row.”

Sluts marcie and jj moved sideways so that they were standing in the middle of the row. Slut jj muttered, “She had us stand to the left before.”

It looked like she wanted to say something else, but slut marcie shook her head slightly, indicating that she should remain quiet.

Trustee brenda walked around to the back of the formation and stood behind slut marcie. “That error should earn you both five swats,” she said, slapping her paddle against her palm. “But since you obviously do the thinking for your bunk,” she said, “we will suspend the ‘two are one’ rule for your punishment. Slut jj will not be punished.” She laughed slowly before adding, “… but, of course, you will receive double so that our punishment logs remain accurate.”

Slut jj again looked over at slut marcie. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. This time, the shaking of slut marcie’s head was very obvious to all.

“Box rest,” came a deep-voiced command from the front, and sluts marcie and jj snapped their heads back to facing front as they went into the at-ease position.

“Today,” continued Master Xerxes, “we will be instructing you in the positions you will be required to know during your stay here at Box M.”

Mistress Susann then took over. “We will be showing you fifteen position commands,’ she said in her soft Southern voice. The contrast to Master Xerxes’ deep-voiced commands was striking, but somehow she still managed to convey power behind the gentleness of her speech.

She laughed slightly. There was an emptiness in her silvery laugh that caused it to sound very ominous, almost threatening.

“In case you are wondering,” she said, “there will be no test at the end of the day.”

She laughed again before continuing, “However, you can consider every command from now on to be a pop quiz.” Another laugh. “All pop quizzes are pass/fail.”

Her voice suddenly became much deeper. All accent disappeared as she said flatly, “And remember, all failures will be punished.”

Fourteen sluts simultaneously stiffened and swallowed nervously.

Master Xerxes began a deep, slow laugh as his gaze pierced each one of them in turn. “Will you respect Mistress Susann?” he asked in his deep, resonant voice.

“Sir! Yes, Sir! Master Xerxes,” they screamed back.

“If you do not respect me,” Mistress Susann now said in her normal sweet Southern voice, “you will definitely learn to fear me.”

She smiled out at them for a moment before beginning. “You already know two of the commands, Box In and Box Rest,” she said. “So, we will start with Display and Display In.”

She looked out over the formation and said sweetly, “We will need two volunteers to come up on the platform.”

It is doubtful that any of the sluts would have actually volunteered, but it wasn’t necessary as trustee brenda immediately called out, “sluts marcie and jj on the platform… now!”

They immediately ran forward and stepped up onto the platform. Slut jj started to step forward, but slut marcie held her back at the edge of the platform until Mistress Susann pointed to an area between her and Master Xerxes.

Once they were in place, Master Xerxes boomed out, “Box rest,” and the squad assumed the at ease position facing the platform.

“The Display position,” Mistress Susann began, “is very similar to the Box In position, except that your hands are locked behind your head and your elbows are wide out to the sides.”

Master Xerxes turned to face the two sluts and said firmly, “Display.”

Sluts marcie and jj immediately went to the attention position with their hands locked behind their heads and their elbows out to the side.

“Your elbows should be as far back as you can pull them,” Mistress Susann said as she pushed slut jj’s elbows slightly farther back.

“And unlike the attention position, your feet should be slightly apart with the toes pointed outward,” she added.

Sluts jj and marcie adjusted their position to comply with the command.

“You will notice,” she said as she looked out at the formation, “that the position of the arms lifts the breasts and the position of the feet opens the sex to better display a female– or male– slut.”

“Display,” Master Xerxes explained, “means that you assume this position where you are currently standing. Display In means the same as Box In, except you assume this position instead of the Attention position once you are in formation.”

“The same command is also used for a slave in the outside world,” Mistress Susann explained, “except that in that case, since a slave might be dressed at the time, it also means to immediately take off all clothing before assuming this position.”

“Which brings us to the fifth command,” Master Xerxes said quietly. Even speaking softly, his voice carried easily in the cavernous space of the hangar. “There may be times when you will be transported off base for particular training or other purposes. Or perhaps we will have visitors on base who would not understand the full import of what we do at Box M. In that case, you will be given the Civilian Attire command.”

He laughed. This time it was obviously a real laugh of amusement. “That means, simply, ‘Get dressed.’” He waited for a small giggle among the sluts to quiet before continuing, “In your case, of course, that would also mean that clothing would be provided.”

Mistress Susann turned to face the two sluts on the platform and said, “Box Rest.” Sluts marcie and jj immediately assumed the at-ease position.

Mistress Susann then asked slut jj, “Have you ever owned a dog?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, Mistress Susann,” slut jj instantly replied.

“Do you know what the ‘Heel’ command means?” asked Mistress Susann.

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, Mistress Susann,” slut jj again replied.

“Good,” responded Mistress Susann, “then you already know what the ‘With Me’ command means– more or less. If a Master or Mistress tells you ‘With Me,’ it means that you are to stand just behind their right shoulder. Your left shoulder should overlap their right shoulder and you should be just far enough behind them that if you raised your left arm…” Mistress Susann extended her left arm. “If you raise your left arm, your fingertips would be directly over the Master or Mistress’s shoulder.”

“Of course,” Master Xerxes added in his booming voice, “you are to maintain that position as the Master or Mistress moves.”

He looked out over the formation and said in a matter-of-fact voice, “This isn’t one of the required commands, but if I, or one of the other Masters or Mistresses, give you the With Me command, we may also tell you to ‘Verify Position.’”

He paused to smile at the sluts standing before him. “That means,” he continued, “that you will raise your left arm and demonstrate that your fingertips are, in fact, directly over my shoulder.

“However!” he boomed out, “under NO circumstances are you ever to actually touch my shoulder! Do… you… understand… that?!”

“Sir, yes, Sir, Master Xerxes,” the sluts thundered back. Several of them were actually shaking in fear from the force of his voice.

“Let’s demonstrate this, then, shall we?” Mistress Susann said.

“Slut marcie, With Me!” commanded Master Xerxes as he began to step down from the platform. Slut marcie hurried to assume the proper position as he walked toward the back of the hangar.

“Slut jj, With Me,” commanded Mistress Susann as she headed toward the front of the hangar.

Both made a wide U-turn as they approached the wall of the hangar and returned to the platform. After both had stepped back up onto the platform, Master Xerxes commanded, “Verify position.”

Sluts marcie and jj both raised their left arms, being careful not to actually touch the shoulder. Slut jj was about three inches too far back. Slut marcie was exactly where she should be.

“Obviously,” Master Xerxes said, “this requires some practice to get right. Pair off by bunk. One of you follows the other at heel to the end of the hangar. Verify position, then switch and return. Continue that until you have done it correctly three times. Then return to formation.”

He turned to sluts marcie and jj before saying, “You two will return up here.”

For the next hour and a half, the sluts walked back and forth in the hangar. Slut marcie was able to maintain the proper position from the very beginning, but it took at least a dozen tries before jj managed to get it right and another half a dozen tries before she could repeat it reliably.

Finally, everyone was back in formation except sluts vivian and ellen. Slut vivian had quickly mastered the position, but slut ellen could not keep the proper distance.

Finally, Master Xerxes called them over to stand in front of him and asked firmly, “Is there a reason you can’t do this, slut ellen?”

She looked down at her feet and said something that no one could hear.

“What was that, slut ellen?” he demanded. “Say it loud enough so that everyone can hear you!”

“I’m cross-eyed,” she yelled back, immediately bursting into tears. “They fixed it with surgery,” she sobbed, “but there is still something wrong with my depth perception.”

Master Xerxes let her cry for a moment or two and then said firmly, “Repeat that in proper form, slut ellen.” His voice became somewhat softer as he added, “ There will be no punishment if you correct yourself.”

“Sir, this slut,” slut ellen sobbed out, “is cross-eyed, Sir. She cannot tell how far away something is and has to guess all the time, Master Xerxes.” She then again dissolved into tears.

“Slut ellen,” Mistress Susann said softly, “step over here.”

She did so.

“Look down,” Mistress Susann commanded. “I want you to stand so that your feet are just a little more than twice the length of your foot away from the front of my foot.”

Slut ellen, still sniffling quietly, did so. “Now,” Mistress Susann said, “I want you to repeat that only behind me. Remember, a little more than twice the length of your foot away from the back of my foot.”

Slut ellen assumed the instructed position.

“Verify Position,” Mistress Susann said sharply, and slut ellen lifted her left arm. Her fingertips were just slightly forward of Mistress Susann’s shoulder.

“That will be adequate,” Mistress Susann said. “Just remember to look down when you are unsure of your position. We will not punish you for needing to verify your position in that manner.”

Addressing the formation, Mistress Susann added, “A Master or Mistress must work with what you are, before they can change you into what you can be… and not everything can be changed.”

“Return to formation,” Master Xerxes said, “and we will go through the other positions.”

“The next command is Walk,” Mistress Susann explained. “Sometimes Go is used instead of Walk, but they mean the same thing. You are to walk in the direction indicated.”

“If you were true slaves,” Master Xerxes intoned, “rather than just sluts, this command would be very exact. You would walk at exactly 72 steps per minute. You would glide with your feet parallel to the ground at all times. Your head would be up and level. Your eyes would be forward.”

He laughed, “But none of you are true slaves… … yet. Or, at least, none of you has officially submitted to a Master or Mistress and been marked and collared.”

“So,” Mistress Susann interjected, “Walk or Go merely means to walk in the direction indicated at a normal pace.”

“Walk March, or just March,” continued Master Xerxes, “is a little faster. And, if the command is given to more than one of you, you will walk in step.”

“Double time,” said Mistress Susann, “is basically jogging. You will get to practice those commands on your way to the evening meal, so we won’t take the time now.”

“However,” Master Xerxes said forcefully, “we will practice the Field commands. Field or Field In actually means kneel, but in a more or less sitting position. When given that command, the slut kneels with the slut’s ass resting very lightly on the legs so that there is a slight tension in the leg muscles holding the body upright. The slut’s back is straight and upright. Legs are to be apart sufficiently that the slut’s sex is totally visible. Preferably, the lips of a female slut’s sex should be slightly splayed by the position of the legs. For a man, that means that, if possible, your scrotum is not touching the insides of your thighs. Arms are forward with hands on legs near knees, palm down against the skin of the leg.”

Mistress Susann suddenly turned to face the sluts on the platform. “Sluts marcie and jj,” she said sweetly, “why don’t you demonstrate that position for us?”

Surprisingly, it was slut jj who quickly dropped into the described position. Slut marcie, who had let her mind wander for some reason, found herself having to copy slut jj’s body posture to get into the correct position.”

BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 10 · Part 1 (1/2)
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