Your Master Requires Your Presence · Part 3 (3/6)
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Cathy, tired after the long night, strode to the back wall and sat down. She looked over at Twenty-Three, sitting close by. "Hi, it must be difficult if you can't even use your name.” The woman looked back at Cathy, shrugged, and then lowered her head. Cathy thought she might have said something to offend the young woman.
Beth spoke up for the first time, "Cathy, you should know that Twenty-Three is not allowed to speak, except when directly addressed by a Warden or teacher. She was caught whispering to another woman during a training class. The teacher called a Warden, who ordered Twenty-Three not to speak without permission.”
Cathy looked at Twenty-Three, then back to Beth. "How long will she be punished?"
Beth and Paula both smiled as Paula answered. "Until a Warden allows her to speak again. That's part of the process of discouraging improper behavior; you don't know how long the punishment will last. It could be an hour, a day, or a month."
Hearing a sound in the hallway outside their cell all four women quickly knelt facing the door. A Warden appeared at the door, followed by two women pushing a cart laden with bedding. At a nod from the Warden the two women pushed four sleeping pads through the bars, and four light blankets. The Warden then moved down the hallway. He was followed by the two women, accompanied by a light rattle from the leg chains between their ankles as they pushed the bedding cart behind him.
Cathy stood after the other women rose, and followed them over to the bedding. Each one took a pad and blanket, picked out a spot on the cell floor, and made up a modest bed. Once more she looked over to Paula. "Wait until the lights go down before you stretch out. While the lights are dim you don't have to kneel when a Warden comes by. You can sleep until you are awakened and the lights come back up. The Wardens will walk by several times at night, making rounds. When the lights go down, you are not allowed to talk or move around.” Cathy nodded to show she understood Paula's explanation.
The women stood by their beds for several minutes, until the lights finally dimmed. She lay down, covering herself with the light blanket, little more than a thin sheet. The events of the last day sweep over her; her rebellion, her subsequent capture, her Master putting her in here. She closed her eyes, drifting off to an exhausted sleep, feeling the fear of the unknown facing her, and the loneliness of her isolation, cut off from her Master's love and care.
The First Day Cathy woke up when a hand shook her shoulder. "Get up sleepy, you don't want a Warden to catch you in bed," Paula warned her. She opened her eyes, momentarily disoriented at the sight of the bare walls and the barred cell door. Then she remembered where she was, and quickly rose from her sparse bed. She saw the other three women quietly folding their blankets and stacking the sleeping pads near the door. She bent to fold her own blanket as they had, and placed her bedding on top of the small pile. Cathy then looked over at Paula, a question on her face as to what would happen next.
"In a few moments the cart will come by to collect the bedding, and we usually get something to eat at the same time. After breakfast we are taken to the showers to clean up, followed by an inspection and classes afterward. That's the usual, but it doesn't always happen that way," Paula explained. "Sometimes we don't eat, sometimes we have exercise periods, and sometimes….well, we have disciplinary training.” Paula and the other women grimaced at those words.
A now familiar sound from the corridor, and all four women knelt. The bedding cart moved along the corridor, stopping at other cells until it finally reached their door. Two women, under the watchful eye of a Warden, pulled the bedding through the bars and piled it on the cart. The Warden raised his hand, and the two women immediately stopped what they were doing. He took one of the blankets, examined the folds, and then shook it out, examining it. Satisfied there were no secret messages on the blanket, or anything hidden inside, he handed it back to one of the two cart attendants, who folded it carefully and placed it back on the cart. The Warden and the bedding cart moved off.
Cathy started to relax, but stopped as she saw that none of the others had moved. She held her position, copying what the others did. And wisely so, for in a moment another cart was at the door, this one with breakfast. After the food cart moved on, the women rose and walked to the door, each one taking a covered plate. Cathy followed, picking up the last one. As they sat eating, Cathy asked Paula and Beth about the routine during the day, classes, inspections, training sessions.
The food cart returned, picking up the empty plates. Behind the cart was a group of Wardens. Two of them stopped at the cell door. One stood in front of the door and began issuing orders. "Stand up, line up in single file facing the door.” All four women stood and got in line to comply with his command. He unlocked the door, held it open just enough for one woman to pass through at a time. "First woman, step into the corridor, extend your wrists.” First in line, Beth stepped through the open cell doorway and stopped, extending her arms out in front. The second Warden fastened handcuffs on her outstretched wrists
The handcuffs were connected to a long chain with several other pairs of cuffs. As the Wardens ordered each woman out, she was locked into the next set of cuffs on the chain. The last one out, Cathy was at the end of the chain. At the head of the chain, a Warden gripped Beth's arm and began to lead her toward the hallway exit, the rest of the women forced to follow as the slack in the group chain was taken up. Cathy watched the others in front of her, trying to imitate their movements, back straight, head down, with quick, short steps.
The Warden led them through several gates to the shower room. One at a time, each woman was released from the coffle chain and allowed to enter the shower room through an open door. As Cathy went through, the Warden shut and locked the door behind her. She followed Paula into the showers.
The warm water and soft soap felt luxurious. Cathy stayed under the shower as long as she could, relaxing in the feel of the water against her skin. As the others finished and moved off she followed them into the next area where a woman was issuing towels from a small room. Cathy took one of the large, soft, fluffy towels and dried herself. Following the others, she next picked up a small hair dryer and, watching how the others did it, dried under her collar and belt. She closed her eyes a moment, enjoying the sensation of the warm air through the narrow slit of the shield in the front of her belt. But only for a moment, remembering Paula's warning about trying to defeat the belt's control. She moved over to a sink and mirror, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair.
Finishing up, she headed to the exit door, where the other women had gathered together. Cathy felt ready to face her tasks for the morning, but suddenly realized she didn't know what time it was, or even which day. Thinking back, her Master had brought her into the school at dawn Saturday morning, she had spent some time with Paula in a cell, and then slept, but she had no idea of how long she had been asleep. It could be either late Saturday night, or some time Sunday morning. No windows, no clocks, and an irregular schedule, made it impossible for them to track how long they had been here.
As before, a Warden came to the exit door, ordered them to line up single file, and again handcuffed them together in a line. As they walked along yet another unmarked corridor, Cathy began to feel lost, unsure of which direction they were moving. There were no identifying marks anywhere on branching corridors or doors. It was like a maze, no way to know if she had passed through the same corridor an hour ago. Even if she could escape from the Warden now escorting them, she would soon become lost, and the numerous locked gates would further limit where she could go. She grimaced, realizing her Master was right; she would not be leaving of her own choice. She wondered how the Wardens always knew exactly where to go, how they could tell direction without any visual help.
Eventually they stopped in a hallway, behind another group of women. The group in front was chained together by the wrists too, but this group was facing the wall, hands raised above their heads. When the supervising Warden in Cathy's group halted them he ordered the women to assume the same position, hands above their heads, against the wall, feet back, legs spread, leaning against the wall. Another Warden was moving down the line, inspecting each woman, checking the security of her collar and belt.
As the inspector reached Cathy, she tensed. She felt his hands on her, first testing the belt fit, that it wouldn't slip over her wide hips, then making sure the shield was held tightly against her. He pulled on her collar, verifying it was securely fastened about her neck, then ran his hand along first the collar and then the chastity belt, feeling for any signs of tampering. He stepped back, his eyes conducting a visual inspection. She held her breath, not daring to move, yet stimulated by his touch and gaze. After a moment, he moved on, inspecting Beth, next to Cathy, in the same thorough way. Cathy remembered to breathe again, thankful she had passed inspection.
First Class The inspection finally completed, a Warden at the front of the line unlocked the door and began passing the women into the classroom. When Cathy reached the door she was freed of the chain, after which the Warden took her arm and guided her through the classroom door. Inside the room Cathy looked around, seeing a larger space compared to her previous small cells. There were several small, flat cushions in rows on the floor. The women in front of her were positioning themselves behind the cushions, standing quietly. Cathy walked over to the next free one, standing as the other women did, feet slightly apart, hands at side, back straight, head down, not talking or moving about. Several more women came in behind Cathy, after which she heard the door shut and the loud click when the lock engaged.
The class stood, waiting, in silence, until another door opened at the front. Cathy raised her head just enough to see a woman dressed, or rather undressed as she was, nothing but collar and belt, but Cathy knew this was a teacher. The long thin pointer stick in the teacher's hand represented authority, authority over Cathy and the rest of the class. An uneasy feeling came over Cathy. Until this moment she hadn't really thought about the teachers, what Paula had told her, but now Cathy realized she would be forced to learn, to follow instructions and obey orders from another female.
The teacher walked to the front center of the class, turned and looked at the women in front of her. She stood there a minute, slapping the pointer against her leg, before she spoke. "I am your teacher for this class. You will address me only as Miss Sarah. Learn what I teach you, and you will be able to leave this place. Don't learn, and we will get to know each other very well. Yes, very well indeed."
She continued, "Now, you will kneel on the cushion, facing the front of the room. You will kneel with your legs together, sitting on your heels, hands on your knees, back straight, head up, looking straight ahead. You will not speak or move unless ordered to do so. You will pay attention to what I say. Do it now."
Along with the rest of the class, Cathy knelt on the small cushion, in the position ordered, looking straight ahead. The teacher moved about the class, occasionally correcting someone with a word or a touch from her pointer. As she stopped at Cathy's side, Cathy felt the pointer in the small of her back. "Feet slightly farther apart, and don't try to lean forward.” Cathy quickly moved to change her posture as the teacher ordered. The teacher paused a moment more before moving on.
When she finished her inspection the teacher returned to the front of the class, with all eyes on her. "You are here to learn how to serve your Master. Each of you has done something to displease him, that's how you got here in the first place. I and the other teachers are here to make sure you don't make that mistake again. You are here to focus on one goal, pleasing your Master. The isolation is to keep out the distractions. Your confinement here, well, that’s to motivate you.” She smiled at the last part.
Cathy knelt on her cushion, listening to the teacher lecture about the submissive mental attitude. As Sarah the teacher moved around in the front of the room, Cathy followed her every movement, not daring to glance away. On and on the teacher droned, constantly returning to the core of her lesson, "your Master is always present.” As the lecture wore on, the kneeling position became increasingly uncomfortable.
Finally the teacher stopped. "We’ll take a break now. You may stand and stretch, walk about, and talk quietly.” Cathy sighed in relief, standing up with the others to work out the growing pain in her legs and lower back.
As Cathy slowly paced back and forth the teacher motioned for her to come to the front of the room. "Cathy, please come with me," Sarah told her, gesturing toward the teacher's door at the front of the classroom.
"Yes, Miss Sarah," Cathy answered, following the teacher to the door. A tall, handsome looking Warden opened the door from the other side, motioning Sarah and Cathy into the hallway. A plain wooden door was open just down the corridor. With a look at the Warden, and his nod, Sarah led Cathy down the hall and through the door, into a small plain room beyond.
From the furniture, it appeared to be a lounge for the teachers. There were a few round tables with chairs around them. Sarah went over to a table with a package on top of it. Unwrapping the package Sarah took out two dresses. She checked the size tags, then handed one to Cathy, "Here, this should fit you, put it on."
Cathy took the dress, started to put it on, and then stopped as she remembered the sign at the lower entrance. "Miss Sarah, the rules said we weren't allowed clothing," Cathy questioned, looking at the teacher.
"Normally no, but teachers have special privileges in the lounge area, including the right to wear clothes. As my guest you may also wear a dress. My Master, who is also a Warden here, the one you just saw in the hallway, has given permission," Sarah reassured Cathy. They both got dressed before sitting down at the table.
"You can relax in here; you won't be punished for breaking any rules. I like to bring the new ones here and get to know them, casually. My Master will join us in a little while. Meanwhile, we can talk over a cup of coffee," Sarah explained, while she stood and went to a coffeepot in the corner. Sarah poured two cups, and then brought them back to the table.
Cathy took a drink from the cup, then leaned back in her chair and relaxed. "May I speak freely?" she asked Sarah.
"Yes, within reason. I won't answer questions about the Center, or about anyone else, but I can tell you a little about myself," Sarah answered. Sarah went on explaining that her Master had worked here for five years as a Warden, she herself had been sent here by her Master once, several years ago, and later she had become a teacher, both because her Master ordered it, and Sarah could be near her Master more often. As Sarah talked, Cathy sat back in her chair, coffee cup balanced on one knee over her crossed legs. It was a bit of normality, a pleasant conversation with a friend over coffee, an escape from the oppressive atmosphere in the rest of the Center. They sat talking for about ten minutes when the door opened and the same tall Warden entered. "You may remain seated," he said, "I’m Sarah's Master, Cathy. You may address me as sir.”
Cathy and Sarah both set down their cups and turned to face him. "Thank you, sir," Cathy spoke first, followed by "Welcome, Master," from Sarah. The Warden went to the coffee pot. Cathy quickly uncrossed her legs behind his back. While she watched he poured a cup, and joined them at the table. He took a sip and leaned back, smiling at Cathy and placed his hand on Sarah's knee.
"Please continue your conversation. Like Sarah, I'm on a break right now. The normal rules are relaxed in here. You may talk freely, as long as you are respectful, both to me and your teacher.” He nodded toward Sarah to emphasize his point.
"Yes, sir," Cathy said, "we were talking about how Sarah came to be here.” As Cathy spoke to him, she set the coffee cup on the table and rested her hands in her lap, her legs together, facing him. Cathy was self-conscious when he looked at her, even in the informal situation, and sat straight in her chair.
Sarah continued to talk a few more minutes while she and Cathy drank their coffee. When they had finished, Sarah looked at her Master. He nodded, and she stood, motioning Cathy up as well. "It's time we return to the class. Remove your dress and leave it on the chair, and leave the cup on the table, someone else will see to it.” Cathy stood with Sarah, reluctantly removing her dress, following Sarah's example. The Warden, Sarah's Master, stood and walked to the door.
"Both of you stand in front of me and extend your wrists," he ordered. Once again the rules were in force. Cathy and Sarah stepped forward, raising their arms. The Warden placed handcuffs on each of them, a small chain running from one set of cuffs to the other. Then he took hold of the connecting chain in one hand, and opened the door with the other. Pulling on the cuffs, he led them down the corridor and back to the classroom door.
Unlocking the door, he motioned them both through, removing their restraints before closing and locking the door. The rest of the students in the class were all standing in front of their cushions. Cathy looked at Sarah before taking her place.
The front of the classroom now had two large video monitors, and a control panel between them. The teacher went to the controls, turning on the monitors before facing the class. "I am your teacher. You will address me only as Miss Sarah. You will now kneel, legs together, back straight, face front, hands on knees.” Cathy and the other students did as Sarah ordered.
After everyone had knelt, the teacher pushed a button on the control panel and the image of Cathy and Sarah in the lounge appeared on the screen. Cathy watched with growing unease while the break was replayed. At the end Sarah paused the video.
"Now first, remember what I was saying, your Master is always present, even when he is not with you? Your attitude should always reflect that idea. You do not act one way when he is present, another when he is absent.” Sarah stepped away from the monitors, toward Cathy.
"Cathy, you are new, this may not be obvious to you, so listen carefully. The rest of you, what did Cathy do? Did anyone spot it?"
Silence for a moment, then Beth raised her hand, "Miss Sarah? May I answer?"
Sarah looked around, and then nodded toward Beth, "Go ahead."
"Miss Sarah, when you first sat down and started talking, when Cathy was sitting across from you she had her legs crossed. But after your Master entered, she sat with her legs uncrossed."
"Exactly, very good Beth," the teacher answered. "Cathy? Why the change?"
Cathy hesitated for a moment, an understanding of what Sarah had been lecturing about suddenly dawning in her. "Miss Sarah, it was a difference in attitude. Talking with you, I crossed my legs without even thinking about it. But when your Master entered, at some level I was aware of his power and dominance, even though he isn't my Master. I have always desired to be fully open and available to my Master. I never cross my legs when he is present, it would be too much like trying to conceal myself, to deny my availability to him. I reacted without thinking, uncrossing my legs."
"Precisely, you forgot your Master's presence when it was just the two of us talking," Sarah went on. "Yes, you behaved properly when my Master entered. But there should always be something you have to remind yourself of him, in this case the collar," Sarah raised a hand to the band around her own neck. "Even if you don't have a collar on, there is always something, a bracelet, a necklace or locket, maybe your earrings, something that represents the man in your life. Use it as a constant reminder to think of him, about him. It is a tool to reinforce your own submissive desires."
Cathy reflected on the comment, remembering the small silver locket and chain he had given her. She always wore it when they were separated for any length of time, though she had left it on the dresser when she ran off. It would take on a new meaning now, a reminder not only of her Master, but also of how she should act and think.
"Well done, that concludes the class for today. You may stand. Line up single file at the rear door, Wardens will escort you to your next assignment.” Sarah turned and went to the teacher's entrance, waiting for a Warden to come for her.
Cathy got in line with the others, still pondering what she had learned. When she came to the door, a Warden took her arm and handcuffed her to a chain with three other women she hadn't met before. The same Warden started to lead the group down the hallway. Chained to the rest, Cathy followed at the end.
All in all, she thought, it hadn't been so bad. Miss Sarah, the teacher, had been strict, but also friendly and understanding, not at all like the harsh and cruel treatment she had dreaded. And she had actually learned something. She smiled, no, this wouldn't be so bad after all. All she had to do was pay atte
Your Master Requires Your Presence · Part 3 (3/6)
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