BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 10 · Part 2 (2/2)
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Mistress Susann laughed. It was that hollow laugh which caused shivers to go up the spines of those who heard it. “For some reason,” she said lightly as she smiled at slut jj, “this position feels proper to a natural submissive.” Her voice hardened as she added, “And it always looks slightly forced when a natural Dom or Master attempts it.”
She then turned to the formation and said, “Field In means that you Box In, but get into the Field position. Field Rest means that you can relax and sit fully back on your legs. You can also let your arms relax either in place or pulled in closer to your waist with your hands cupped inside each other.” After a pause, she asked sweetly, “Shall we try that?”
Master Xerxes’ deep voice immediately boomed out the command “Field In!” and the twelve sluts in the formation dropped to their knees and assumed the position. From their vantage point kneeling behind the Master and Mistress, sluts marcie and jj noted who easily assumed the position– sluts ellen and paula and a several others– and who obviously had to force themselves into it– sluts powers and vivian and a few others.
“Very good,” said Master Xerxes with a slight nod. Then he added, “Field Rest,” and the formation settled fully back onto their legs.
He then turned to slut jj and said firmly, “Here,” pointing down to a spot just outside his right foot.
Slut jj jumped to her feet and scurried the short distance over to where Master Xerxes had indicated. She then dropped back down into the Field position.
Master Xerxes’ deep laugh rumbled through the hangar. “This slut is one of the most perfect examples of a natural submissive I have ever seen,” he said, still laughing. “She will make someone a wonderful slave someday.”
Slut jj felt her skin warming, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was from pride. Her eyes flickered over to look at slut marcie, who gave her a quick smile. She felt heat again, this time between her legs.
“What slut jj has just demonstrated,” boomed out Master Xerxes, “is the Here position. That command is the same as the Field command except you are to come to wherever the person who ordered it indicates. If they do not give a hand signal or specify a different position, you are to go to just outside their right foot and enter the Field position.”
He looked out at the formation which was still kneeling at Field Rest. “Do you understand that?” he shouted and the sluts roared back, “Sir! Yes, Sir! Master Xerxes.”
Turning to address trustee brenda, who was standing alongside the platform, Master Xerxes said, “We need two sluts who are in need of punishment for the next commands.”
“In place, sir,” trustee brenda responded. “Slut marcie is due ten swats for disregarding instructions and under the two are one rule, both should receive three swats because slut jj was off by three inches when you gave the verify position command.”
“Ah,” said Master Xerxes slowly, “I would have let that minor infraction go since it was a first attempt.” He slapped his hands together, “But since we need to demonstrate the Present commands, we will go with it.”
Mistress Susann looked out at the formation and commanded “Box In!” Then she turned to sluts marcie and jj and said, “Box Rest.”
Master Xerxes noted that one of the sluts in formation started to go into Box Rest and barked out, “Formation will remain at Box In.”
All of the sluts immediately snapped to complete attention.
“Present,” explained Mistress Susann, “means that you face away from your Master or Mistress, bend over with your legs straight, and grab your ankles.”
She paused for a moment and then commanded, “Present!”
Both slut marcie and jj turned to face the back of the platform and bent over, grabbing their ankles. Slut jj wobbled slightly, but quickly stabilized. The tension in her leg muscles was obvious as her ass cheeks quivered while she struggled to retain her balance. Slut marcie, on the other hand, easily assumed and maintained the position.
“Obviously,” Master Xerxes said, “this position displays your sex to… whomever is looking. Many Masters or Mistresses will also use this position for punishment, but we at Box M do not believe that is the best way to do things.”
Mistress Susann walked over to slut jj and reached down with her finger to collect moisture from between slut jj’s dripping cunt lips. “This position is, however,” she began in her syrupy sweet voice, “a very good way to see if a slut is submissive enough to be truly turned on by what is happening.”
She reached over with her other hand and slipped a finger through slut marcie’s slit. Holding up both hands toward Master Xerxes, she cocked her head and asked, “Care to guess which of these recruits sleeps on the bottom bunk?”
He laughed his deep laugh and replied very loudly, “Box M Boot Camp, the only place I know where the Top is always on the bottom.”
Trustee yvonne, along with Master Edward and Mistress Tawnya, watching from the other platform, joined the Master and Mistress in their laughter. Trustee brenda did not laugh. Instead, she crossed her arms in front of herself and glared at slut marcie’s ass.
Master Xerxes looked down at trustee brenda and said, “Would you please come up on the platform and deliver three swats to each of these sluts?”
Trustee brenda straightened her posture and stepped up onto the stage. She began with slut marcie, standing to one side and swinging her arm fully back before delivering a resounding “Thwack!”
Slut marcie wobbled, almost pitching forward, but managed to keep herself upright.
Two more thwacks echoed through the hangar. On the final swat, slut marcie had to step forward slightly with one foot to remain upright.
“Impressive,” said Master Xerxes quietly. Slut marcie allowed a slight grin to appear on her upside down face.
Trustee brenda fought to keep a scowl from appearing on hers. She stepped over to slut jj and repeated her exaggerated swing. Again the paddle connected with a resounding “Thwack!”
Slut jj yelped and fell forward. Somehow, she kept her hands grasping her ankles as she fell. Luckily, she turned slightly so that her shoulder, and not her face, slammed into the platform.
“Return to position!” trustee brenda screamed out.
She started to say something else, but Master Xerxes’ laugh cut her off. “That is not necessary,” he said, looking down at slut jj. “For giving such a beautiful example of why we do not use the Present position for punishment, I forgive you the remaining two swats.”
Slut jj looked up at him from the platform. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to speak, but “Sir, this slut thanks you, Sir, Master Xerxes” tumbled from her mouth before she could stop herself.
He again laughed and said, “Field Rest, slut jj. I believe you like that position.”
Slut jj rolled herself over onto her knees and assumed the proper position.
“Sir,” said trustee brenda, “slut marcie still has ten swats coming for a previous infraction.”
“I didn’t quite understand what that infraction was,” he replied, “but since we need to demonstrate Present for Punishment, I will let it go.”
Trustee brenda did not answer but instead glared once again at slut marcie’s now red ass.
“Present for Punishment,” explained Mistress Susann, “is almost like the standard Present command, except that rather than grabbing your ankles, you put your hands flat on the floor a about a step out from your feet.”
Slut marcie released her hold on her ankles and moved her hands out to the described position. Her ass was still more or less at the same level, but now her legs were slightly angled forward.
“Tighten that up just a little bit,” Mistress Susann instructed, and slut marcie walked her hands back a few inches.
“Much better,” Mistress Susann said.
The sluts in formation recognized it as the punishment position trustee brenda had used on the first day.
Master Xerxes turned once again to trustee brenda; “I believe you said ten strokes,” he said. Then he added, “Have her count them.”
Trustee brenda lightly tapped slut marcie’s ass with the paddle. “You know how to properly count strokes. If you mess up the count in any way, we start over.”
She tapped slut marcie’s ass once again and said firmly, “You understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie replied.
The first swat hit almost before slut marcie had finished speaking. The “Thwack!” was even louder than before. Several of the sluts in the other formation turned toward the source of the sound until they were sternly ordered back to Box In.
“Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie said forcefully.
Again, she had barely finished when trustee brenda again slammed the paddle into her ass.
“Ma’am, two, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie again called out.
Trustee brenda pulled her arm further back. She even gave a slight grunt as she swung it forward with all her strength.
“Ma’am, three, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” was slut marcie’s only response.
By the seventh swat, trustee brenda was glistening with sweat. Her grunt as she swung the paddle into slut marcie’s ass was loud enough that the sluts in formation were struggling to keep from grinning. But slut marcie gave no response to the stroke except to give the proper count.
On the tenth swat, slut marcie finally gasped out a slight “uhhh” as the paddle slammed into her now red and swollen ass. There was a slight pause, but her voice was still firm as she said, “Ma’am, ten, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Master Xerxes raised his prominent eyebrows more than slightly as he said, “Very impressive.”
Then turning toward the sluts in formation he said, “As you can see, the Present for Punishment position is very stable. If you are punished in this position, there is no way that you can be accidentally knocked over. If you fall from this position, it will be because you are weak… or because you have been broken.”
For some reason he looked over at trustee brenda as he finished his explanation.
“Slut jj,” he then said, “Present for Punishment.”
Slut jj gasped, but immediately stood up and then lowered her hands to the platform to assume the proper position.
Master Xerxes walked over to stand behind her. He patted her ass cheeks slightly and said softly, “Do not be afraid. You aren’t going to be paddled. There is another use for the Present for Punishment position.”
He reached down between her legs and drew his finger through her slit. “You are wet, aren’t you?” he said with a slight laugh. His finger moved back forward on her slit and brushed against slut jj’s clit. She gasped loudly and then inhaled deeply.
“Do you need to cum?” he asked forcefully.
She struggled to get out the words as she said, “Sir, yes, Sir, Master Xerxes, this slut needs to cum.”
Master Xerxes did not reply. Instead, he opened the fly on his black pants and unleashed his massive member. It was not flaccid, but it wasn’t erect either. In its semi-flaccid state Master Xerxes prick was at least eight inches long and possibly as much as three inches around.
He moved to directly behind slut jj and centered his now hardening prick against her gushing cunt. He gave one or two small thrusts to enter her and then one deep push to plunge himself deeply inside her.
Her loud, “Aaaaah” echoed through the hangar. This time not only the sluts in the other formation, but everyone in the hangar, including Master Edward and Mistress Tawnya turned to see the source of the noise.
Everyone continued to watch as Master Xerxes drove himself forcefully into slut jj’s eager cunt. With each stroke, her wail increased in pitch and volume. Soon she was keening continually as he pumped within her. Finally he gave one last forceful push and stiffened against her.
He said nothing, but if he had, even his deep and resonant voice would not have been heard over the screaming wail as slut jj orgasmed. Her entire body was quivering and shaking. Her arms buckled and she would have crashed to the platform if Master Xerxes had not been holding her so firmly against himself.
Finally her wail trailed off like a teakettle running out of steam. When she was able to once again support herself with her arms, Master Xerxes pulled out of her with a loud sound very much like a cork being pulled from a bottle.
She was moaning softly, but continued to hold her position as Master Xerxes commanded her to remain in position and then said, “Slut jj, you will make someone a very wonderful slave someday.”
She didn’t answer, but instead looked over at slut marcie with a loopy grin on her face. Everyone was watching the cum drip out of her cunt, so only slut marcie saw trustee brenda’s reaction to slut jj’s grin. Trustee brenda was once again holding her arms crossed in front of herself and glaring at slut marcie. Their eyes met and slut marcie could see the fire of hatred flare in the trustee’s eyes. She turned her face away, but otherwise remained in the Present for Punishment position.
“There are three more position commands,” Master Xerxes said in his deep voice, “but we are out of time for today. So, we will include those with another day’s training.”
Mistress Susann faced the formation in front of the platform and yelled out, “So that we know you have learned something today … Present!”
The entire formation turned away from the platform. There was some clumsiness as they struggled to bend over without hitting each other, but soon twelve asses were properly displayed. Mistress Susann pulled a small camera from a pocket on her skirt and took several quick pictures. The flash glistened off the wet cunt lips of several of the sluts. One of the male slut’s prick was also glistening in the flash, indicating that he had been leaking pre-cum as he stood watching what happened on the platform.
“Box In,” Master Xerxes thundered and the formation snapped upright and turned to face him.
“Join the formation,” he said to sluts marcie and jj. Both were walking slightly unsteadily as they made their way to the back of the formation.
When they were in place, Mistress Susann said, “Trustee brenda will now take you back to your barracks. On the way, you will review what the March and Double Time commands mean.”
“Walk, following me,” trustee brenda barked out as she stepped off the platform. The formation walked in step behind her as she led them out of the hangar. As soon as they were outside, trustee brenda yelled out, “March!” and quickened her step. Slut jj appeared to still be in a daze, but changed her pace to follow the slut in front of her. Slut marcie noted that they were walking away from, not toward, the barracks, but said nothing.
Soon, most of the formation was aware that they were going in the wrong direction. Several sluts looked over toward the barracks area, but none said anything. Finally, when they were on the far side of the parade ground, trustee brenda shouted out, “Halt!”
The formation stopped. Several of the sluts were breathing heavily. Slut marcie winced once or twice as she shifted her weight from leg to leg.
“You have fifteen minutes to get back to the barracks, clean yourselves, and get over to the mess hall for supper.” She paused for what seemed like a long time and then cried out, “About Face! To the barracks! Double Time! In formation!”
The formation turned as one and began running toward the barracks. Trustee brenda walked slowly behind them, watching them run into the camp.
Sluts jj and marcie were now leading the formation. Both of them knew that trustee brenda had done this intentionally so that the formation would blame them for being late and missing supper. Trustee brenda had assumed that slut marcie’s pain and slut jj’s sexual exhaustion would slow them down. She had not counted, however, either on slut marcie’s determination or slut jj’s absolute commitment to slut marcie.
Slut marcie ran fast despite her pain because her anger at trustee brenda was much greater than any pain she was feeling. Slut jj kept up with her because… because her place was beside– or at the feet of– the woman that she knew in her heart would someday be her life-long Mistress.
The sun was already low on the horizon when trustee brenda released the recruits to return to the barracks. It was twilight by the time the twenty-five women and three men had squeezed themselves through the winding shower system.
Sluts marcie and jj were more or less in the middle of the line of sluts as they came out of the shower. Both immediately began running for the mess hall. The bottles with the penis nipples were already in place. Slut marcie and jj’s bottles were again at the corner. In fact, slut marcie’s was exactly IN the corner so that all she could see as she suckled her supper was the coarse walls of the mess hall. Slut jj was still next to her, but except for feeling her feet brush against her own, she might as well have been alone.
“My water doesn’t taste right,” slut jj whispered loudly to slut marcie.
“Switch bottles with me,” slut marcie said as she knocked over her own water bottle so that it rolled over toward slut jj. Slut jj quickly slid her own bottle back and replaced it with the bottle rolling on the floor.
Slut marcie took a tentative sip of the water. It did taste wrong. Unlike her own water, slut jj’s had a bitter, medicinal taste to it. She grabbed the bottle with her hand and tightly bit the nipple while she pulled up with her head. The nipple popped easily off and slut marcie immediately tipped the bottle over once again. The clear liquid spilled out as it rolled back between her legs and out toward the center of the room.
“Slut marcie!” screamed trustee brenda. “Present for Punishment!”
Slut marcie looked back between her legs to where trustee brenda was standing pointing at the floor. She rose quickly and assumed the proper position.
“For someone who doesn’t get wet with pain,” trustee brenda said derisively, “you sure seem to be attracted to punishment.” She laughed slightly before saying, “Five swats for spilling your supper.” She paused and then added, “… and you go to bed thirsty because there’re no drinking fountains in the barracks and I’d better not see you trying to get water out of the sinks.”
Trustee brenda then swung her arm back and slammed into slut marcie’s ass. To slut jj’s– and everyone else’s– amazement slut marcie’s arm folded with the impact and she rolled over onto the wet floor.
“Resume position!” bellowed trustee brenda.
Slut marcie pushed herself to her feet and again assumed the proper position with her hands flat on the floor and her ass presented for punishment.
Trustee brenda’s arm went even further back and came forward even faster. A loud “Thwack!” echoed in the mess hall. Once again, slut marcie tumbled to the floor. Her back was now covered in dirt and grime, while her ass was red and swollen.
“You had better stay in place this time,” growled trustee brenda, “or I will double the punishment.
Again a resounding “Thwack!” echoed through the mess hall. This time slut jj was not amazed, she was confused. Not only did slut marcie’s arms not fold, her body barely responded to the intense smack.
Trustee brenda delivered the final two swats rapidly, grunting slightly with effort as she tried to swing harder with each blow. “Stand over by the door with your face to the wall,” she commanded as she once again tied her paddle around her waist. “That way the other sluts can see what happens if you are sloppy when you eat.”
Slut marcie did as she was instructed. When the klaxon sounded, the other sluts rose from their positions on the floor and walked out, single file, past her. Trustee brenda followed the sluts to the door, but paused when she got to slut marcie.
“You are released to the barracks,” she said flatly. “And I want you to go through the showers twice before you even think about getting into your bunk. You’re filthier than a sow.” She laughed slightly before saying, “Or maybe you are a filthy sow.”
Still chuckling at her own joke, trustee brenda followed slut marcie out the mess hall door.
When slut marcie got to the barracks, she immediately– as ordered– went through the shower maze. Trustee brenda was waiting for her as she came out of the shower exit.
“Did that sting a little on your red ass?” she asked. There was obvious contempt in her voice.
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda, the showers did sting,” she answered.
What she didn’t say, however, was that she stood directly under the clear water rinse with her mouth open, eagerly guzzling the water as it streamed down on her face. By the time she went through the showers a second time, she had more than replaced the amount of water she lost by dumping slut jj’s tainted bottle.
When she finally got to her bed, slut jj was sitting cross legged on the upper bunk. “Was my water bottle OK?” slut marcie quietly asked her.
Slut jj nodded her head.
“If you can,” slut marcie continued, almost at a whisper, “switch bottles with whoever is next to you, even if that is me. Something isn’t right here.”
“Am I in danger?” slut jj asked, her eyes widening in fear.
“Not while I am protecting you,” slut marcie answered. Slut jj had never seen her friend’s face look so determined… or so frightening.
“Who do you think it is?” slut jj asked.
“We will know by tomorrow,” slut marcie replied. “Don’t you worry about it. Let me do the worrying for both of us.”
Slut jj did worry about it. Slut marcie could hear her tossing and turning in the upper bunk until well after midnight before she settled down and finally fell asleep.
Around two in the morning, the entire barracks was startled awake by slut jj’s scream. Slut marcie jumped out of bed to find slut jj kneeling on the upper bunk, still screaming. Trustee brenda was standing on the other side of the bunk looking very surprised.
“What happened?” slut marcie quickly asked.
“Somebody stuck their fingers up inside me,” slut jj stuttered out, glaring at the trustee.
“You were dreaming,” trustee brenda replied with a huff. “I see you tossing in your sleep every time I make my rounds. You’ve been having nightmares since you arrived. Are you sure you really want to be here?”
Slut jj continued to stare silently at the trustee. “You were very restless tonight,” trustee brenda continued. “I touched your shoulder to check that you were OK. The rest was just your dream.”
She then reached for the paddle at her waist and said, “And the punishment for an improper answer is five swats.”
“Ma’am, a slut is permitted any speech when addressing another slut, Ma’am,” slut marcie said carefully. “This slut asked the question. Slut jj was speaking to this slut and not to a superior, trustee brenda.”
Trustee brenda stared back at her but said nothing. Instead she turned and walked back to her room.
Slut jj was still kneeling on her upper bunk. She was quivering as if she wanted to cry, but couldn’t. Slut marcie reached up and stroked slut jj’s shoulder. “Now we know who spiked your water,” she said. “She expected you to be unconscious, not asleep.”
“I think she was trying to fist me,” slut jj said softly. “I would have let her if she asked– or ordered. She didn’t have to try to… rape me.”
“There is a thin line between dominance and sadism,” slut marcie replied. “And an even thinner line between sadism and psycho. I don’t think trustee brenda knows which side of either line she wants to be on.”
Slut jj looked at her friend with total confusion. “I’ll explain it all to you later,” slut marcie said and she gently guided slut jj back down into a sleeping position. “… after I figure it out myself,” she added softly.
BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 10 · Part 2 (2/2)
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