BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 3 · Part 2 (2/2)
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“The correct answer when I asked your name was, “Ma’am, slut paula, Ma’am, trustee.’ Say that!”
“Ma’am, slut paula, Ma’am, trustee,” she blubbered out.
“Should you ever need to write out your name,” trustee brenda continued, “you will not use capital letters. Capital letters are for Masters, Mistresses, and outside Sirs and Madams.”
She then turned to the line of recruits, “Do you understand that, sluts?”
This time the line followed Marcie’s lead and replied, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, this slut understands, trustee.”
Trustee brenda gave them a tight-lipped smile in response. Then she brought the paddle down for another two swats at slut paula’s ass. Slut paula’s shrill scream echoed in the space between the buildings.
“The correct answer to my final question was, ‘Ma’am, no, Ma’am, this slut does not know the proper punishment position, trustee.’ Say that!”
Slut paula struggled to stop her crying so that she could choke out, “Ma’am, no Ma’am, this slut does not know the proper punishment position.”
Trustee brenda bent down slightly so she was looking at slut paula’s upside-down face and asked, almost in a sing-song voice, “Do you know it now?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, this slut now knows the punishment position, trustee,” Paula replied. Her voice was shaky, but at least she had stopped crying.
“Back in line,” trustee brenda barked.
Slut paula took her place in the line. Her ass was bright red, and she was still trembling slightly.
“Re-form inside,” trustee brenda ordered. “Stand in the middle of the room facing to your right.”
The line of sluts walked into the barracks. Once all were inside, they turned to face the beds to their right.
Trustee brenda walked in, followed by a second woman also wearing just the black leather bikini bottom. “This is trustee yvonne,” trustee brenda said. “You met her when you came out of the showers. She is subordinate to me, which makes her second in command within the barracks. Her bedroom and my bedroom are at the end of the building next to the office. She will orient you to the barracks.”
Trustee yvonne stepped forward and said, “You will notice that the bunks are doubles. You will be bunked in pairs, but we will leave it up to you to determine who gets the lower bunk.”
She walked over and pointed over a half-wall that separated the sleeping area from the end of the barracks. “Your latrine and showers are on this end,” she said flatly. “The showers are similar to what you just went through, except they start with the standard soap solutions and end with the rinse.”
She gave a quick smile and said, “No blowers. Everything is drip dry.”
Pointing to two doors on the opposite end of the barracks, she continued, “Our quarters are on that end.”
Gesturing back to the area on the other side of the half-wall, she smiled and said, “You will notice that there are no toilets. Each morning you will flush yourself out on the saddles. They are single-prong so you male sluts don’t have to worry about which one to use.
“It is a triple flush. The third flush will also provide necessary vitamins and electrolytes. If you need to urinate, there is a trough over which you may squat– or if you prefer, you may straddle it standing.”
She laughed slightly, “Men, of course, can also stand, but male or female, you will be punished if you color outside the lines, so to speak.
“There are toothbrushes provided, as well as a special toothpaste. After you are flushed and have cleaned your teeth, you will walk through the showers. Just like in the processing center, you will end up outside and will form a line in front of this building.”
She walked over to the wall and switched on the lights in the room. “Lights out is 9:00 pm,” she explained. “And reveille is at 6:00 am.” She paused to walk up and down the line of sluts. “You will have thirty minutes to be out front. There are twelve saddles and twenty-nine of you, so it is going to take a while to get through the morning cleaning routine.”
Trustee brenda spoke up. “If you are late,” she said menacingly, “you WILL be punished.”
She slapped the paddle she was still holding against her palm and added, “And tardiness is a level two infraction– that means I could give you ten strokes.”
Trustee yvonne then said, “Trustee brenda will now assign you to your bunks.”
Trustee brenda walked down the length of the room calling out pairs of names and pointing to bunks. JJ’s eyes went very wide when she called out, “Slut powers, slut jj.”
Marcie pressed her lips together as trustee brenda continued at the next bunk, “Slut marcie, slut paula.”
JJ looked terrified, but Marcie nodded at her and pointed to the bunk that the trustee had assigned to her. Then she went and stood next to her bunk with slut paula. After all of the bunks were assigned, Marcie stepped forward and said firmly, “Ma’am, trustee, Ma’am, may this slut please speak?”
Both trustees came and stood in front of her. Trustee brenda was glaring at her, and said through almost clenched teeth, “You may speak, slut, but it had better be something that needs to be said.”
“Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am, trustee,” marcie said quietly. “This slut wishes to point out that our arrangement was that slut jj and I would be assigned the same bunk set.”
“That’s just too damn bad, isn’t it?” retorted trustee brenda. Trustee yvonne looked slightly confused as she looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand.
“Ma’am, trustee, Ma’am,” marcie continued, “this slut respectfully reminds you that you are required to live up to the conditions of the contract which slut jj and I signed with Box M Leadership Training.”
“What are you,” trustee brenda exploded, “a fucking lawyer!?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, I actually am a lawyer, trustee,” marcie said evenly, “But under the terms of the contract, for now, I am slut marcie.”
“The sheet,” said trustee yvonne, “says that slut marcie and slut jj are together and slut powers is with slut paula.”
“I know what the damn sheet says,” snapped trustee brenda. “But I don’t have to follow it!”
“Yes, you do,” came a voice from the doorway.
Sarge walked into the room. “What is the problem?” he asked in his gravelly voice.
“Sir, no problem, Sir, Sarge,” trustee brenda spit out. “Just a minor mixup in bunk assignments. I didn’t think it was worth bothering with.”
“You will adhere to the terms of the contracts,” Sarge said very firmly, “or you will find yourself demonstrating punishment positions.”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Sarge,” trustee brenda said, looking down at the floor.
Sarge then pointed at the bunk where jj was standing and said, “Slut marcie and slut jj.” He pointed at the bunk where slut marcie was standing and said, “Slut powers and slut paula.”
Looking up and down the rows of bunks, he then said in his normal growl, “Any other problems?”
“Sir, no, Sir, Sarge,” all of the sluts plus the two trustees thundered back. He gave a curt nod, turned, and strode out the door.
Trustee brenda walked over to stand directly in front of slut marcie and said very quietly, “Don’t think that ends this, slut lawyer.”
Slut marcie stared defiantly back into her eyes but said nothing. Slut jj moved back and cowered behind slut marcie. After a few moments, trustee brenda turned and stomped down the barracks to her room.
Trustee yvonne addressed the sluts, “You have approximately an hour before the evening meal. You are free to talk and wander around this room, but you are not to leave the barracks. Do you understand this?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, this slut understands, trustee,” the sluts boomed out. Now they were all following slut marcie’s lead for both the words and the volume of what they said.
The hour passed rapidly. A few minutes before seven o’clock, trustee brenda walked into the main barracks area and announced, “Sluts, you have exactly three minutes to get to the mess hall or you don’t get anything to eat.” She then strode back into her room.
A babble of voices echoed in the room as the various recruits asked each other, “Where are we supposed to go?”
Slut marcie and one or two others bolted for the door. Slut jj and the rest of the barracks soon followed.
“Look for anyone walking toward a building,” slut marcie yelled out at jj and pointed down the row of buildings. She then pointed to a couple of others and directed them in the opposite direction. To three or four more she yelled, “Run back between the buildings. If you see anything run back here and report.”
Then she said to the rest, “Wait here.”
Most of the sluts stood anxiously staring at her. A few shook their heads and started out on their own looking for the mess hall.
About a minute later, one of the girls came running back out from between the buildings and gasped out, “There’s a line going into a building back there.”
Slut marcie designated a girl to go after each of the ones who had been sent searching and then told the rest, “Follow me.”
Trustee yvonne was standing in the mess hall waiting for them as they rushed in. She said nothing, but pointed to a long table with wooden benches. Twenty-one sluts hurried to the table and sat down. Everyone who had listened to slut marcie was in the mess hall by the time a loud klaxon buzzer sounded and trustee yvonne closed and locked the door.
Shortly thereafter, trustee brenda entered the room from the kitchen. “You sluts have truly amazed me,” she said with mock surprise. “Usually, the first-night table is practically empty.”
Her voice took on a tone of derision as she continued, “But that doesn’t mean you have earned the right to real food.”
She pointed at the other tables where sluts, slaves, and trustees were eating. “REAL food,” she said, “like everything else here, has to be earned. You earn it by following the rules and doing what you are told.” She chuckled and shook her head as she added, “And like everything else, if you screw up, it can be taken back away from you.”
She walked to the end of the table and glared down as she said loudly, “You got that, slut marcie?!”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am. This slut has got that, trustee,” slut marcie responded.
A naked slave came out of the kitchen with a large, stainless steel cart. Whatever was on it clanked as she pushed it across the floor to where trustee brenda was standing.
Trustee brenda picked up one of the containers. It looked very much like an old-fashioned glass baby bottle except it was larger, and rather than having a nipple on it, there was a large rubber penis sticking about seven inches straight up from the top.
The trustee laughed as she explained, “This goop is everything you need for a meal… except perhaps texture and taste. There is a tube that goes to the bottom of the bottle, so the only way to get any of this delicious mixture is to keep it upright, put your mouth on it, and suck as hard as you can.”
She laughed and continued, “The only problem is that you haven’t yet earned the right to use your hands at your meals.”
She laughed again. “So obviously,” she said, “that means you won’t be able to properly suck on these rubber dicks while you are sitting at the table.”
She returned the bottle to the cart and said, “But don’t worry, we are going to make it easier for you.”
She made a motion with her hand, and the naked slave began setting the bottles on the floor next to the outer wall of the room. They were spaced about three feet apart and stretched across two of the outer walls. Next to each bottle of goop was another similar bottle which appeared to contain water. Another naked slave came out of the kitchen and attached small cards to the wall above each set of bottles with the recruits’ names printed on them in large print. Slut marcie scanned the cards, looking for her name. … It was almost at the corner. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw “slut jj” on the card next to hers.
“You have five minutes to eat,” trustee brenda said. “Starting… now!”
With slut marcie leading the rush, dragging slut jj along with her, they were among the first to be on their hands and knees, sucking at the rubber penis food dispensers. The mixture tasted somewhat like bad chocolate with a heavy chalk overtaste. It might have tasted better if it was cold, but the bottles were at room temperature. Slut jj gagged slightly on the vile mixture, but they hadn’t eaten since noon yesterday, and hunger is a powerful incentive, so she kept suckling.
While they were sucking in their supper, trustees brenda and yvonne as well as several other trustees who were in the building, walked up and down behind them, making comments about their fully exposed anatomies.
Standing behind slut jj, one of the trustees said loudly, “Do you think her asshole is really that white or do you suppose she bleaches it?”
Slut jj’s cheeks– both on her face and on her ass– reddened greatly, but she continued to suck greedily at the rubber prick. She had never really looked that closely at her own anus– or anyone else’s, so she didn’t know if it was lighter or darker than normal.
Actually, it was very, very pale. The moon ring around her pucker was very nearly the same color as the pale skin of her ass cheeks.
The trustees stepped down to behind slut paula and one of them said loudly, “Now there is a full moon if I ever saw one. I’ll bet you couldn’t bleach that one away with drain cleaner. It almost looks like it is tattooed on.”
Moving on behind slut powers, one of them said, “I guess that’s a new moon rather than a full moon.” Another laughed and said, “Nothing but dark sky there.”
Slut powers stiffened slightly but continued to suckle on her supper.
The group of trustees moved on down the line and stood behind a redheaded slut. One of them was about to make some sort of comment about her pink moon, but the klaxon buzzer again sounded, and trustee brenda said loudly, “Suppertime’s over. Box in.”
The twenty-one sluts immediately jumped to their feet and formed a line facing trustee brenda.
“Follow me back to the barracks,” she ordered and then turned and left the mess hall.
When they walked outside, the eight who had not followed slut marcie’s lead were standing in a line next to what looked like a hitching rail for horses.
“I should bend you over that rail and beat your asses,” trustee brenda said angrily. She held up her paddle and pointed it at the six women and two men.
“Where’d she get the paddle?” slut jj whispered to slut marcie.
“It was tied around her waist,” slut marcie whispered back. “That’s what the long leather strings are for.”
“Quiet in the ranks and follow me,” yelled slut brenda as she turned and headed back toward the barracks.
When they arrived back inside the barracks, trustee brenda again gave the “Box in” order and the sluts stood at attention at the foot of their beds.
“You will notice,” she explained, “that there are no sheets or mattress pads… or mattresses on your bunks.”
Slut jj turned to look at her bunk, which seemed to be a sheet of plywood with a thin pad of some sort held to it with rough cloth.
Trustee brenda paused to walk along the line of sluts before saying, “That’s because you have to earn those, too.”
She walked to the end of the barracks where one bunk stood slightly by itself. There was no top bunk. A huge pile of mattresses was stacked on the bunk. Patting the side of the pile she said, “This is slut zero’s bunk. Believe me, you do NOT want to end up sleeping here. There is no one lower in this camp than slut zero.”
“Sarge says,” she continued as she began walking back up the line of sluts, “that you all behaved yourselves properly on the ride down here and as you went through processing. So, I guess I will have to let you have the mattresses.”
She laughed and then added, “You have not, however, earned the right to mattress pads or sheets or covers.”
She turned as she reached the end of the line. “Fortunately,” she said, “it doesn’t get cold here at this time of the year, but you will all be sleeping naked and exposed.”
She put her face very close to slut jj’s and continued, “I want you to think about that as you are going to sleep tonight. Think about the fact that anyone who looks in those windows will be able to see your cunt and your asshole.” Turning to one of the men, she added, “… or your minuscule prick and your inviting back hole.”
She moved over to confront slut paula and said firmly, “When you hear me or trustee yvonne make our hourly inspection, keep in mind that we will be checking out your cunt to see if it is wet with anticipation– or need. We will be watching to see whose asshole is quivering– hoping that something will be plunged into it before morning.”
She spun and faced the row of sluts on the other side of the aisle and said loudly, “In other words, we will be checking to see who among you is truly the biggest, uncontrollable slut of the squad.”
As she started walking towards her room at the far end of the barracks, she yelled back over her shoulder, “Lights out at nine. No one out of bed after that. Use the latrines before you crawl into your bunks.”
When she got to the door to her room, she turned and said with a smile, “And no pleasuring each other or yourself. … Again, you haven’t earned that yet.”
Slut jj wasn’t the only one who whimpered as trustee brenda closed the door to her room.
“Do you think she really meant that?” she asked slut marcie.
“Meant what?”
“Checking out my cunt to see if I’m really an uncontrollable slut,” slut jj replied.
“Is your cunt wet?” slut marcie asked. “Is your asshole twitching?”
Slut jj looked down at the ground for several moments. Then she raised her head so that she was looking slut marcie in the eyes. She nodded her head and said softly, “Yes, it is… or they are… or whatever.”
She held herself with her arms and shuddered and then said, “I am so horny right now, I could fuck a doorknob. Even if it means they would put me over the hitching rail and give me twenty swats, I’m not sure that I can keep my hands off myself all night.”
Slut marcie put her hands on slut jj’s shoulders and said firmly, “Then I am giving you an order. You will obey it because it is me. I am ordering you not to touch yourself until you have been given permission by me or someone in authority.” She smiled at slut jj and said softly, “Do you understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, Mistress Marcie. This slut understands that and will obey.”
“I haven’t earned that title… yet,” answered slut marcie.
“You have for me,” slut jj replied.
“But let’s keep that as our little secret for now. OK?” marcie said firmly.
“Yes, slut marcie,” slut jj answered, reverting to her whining voice.
“We have an hour or so of free time,” slut marcie said, “but I think we had better get a mattress off the stack, use the bathroom, and then get to bed. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a very interesting day.
Four hours later, slut jj still wasn’t asleep. She normally slept very well curled up on her right side, but after she heard one of the trustees walk down the aisle between the rows of bunks, she hurriedly turned so that she was flat on her back. She was afraid that the trustees would see that her cunt was glistening with need. She knew that the moisture dripping off her pussy lips would tell them how aroused everything had made her. They would think that she was an uncontrollable slut.
“They wouldn’t really look at my cunt as they walk through… would they?” she thought silently to herself.
As she continued to think about it, she could feel herself getting even wetter.
“They wouldn’t check to see if my asshole was quivering… would they?”
Again, the thought itself caused her rosebud to cycle slowly between puckering and relaxing almost to the point of opening slightly.
“O God!” she yelled at herself in her mind as she felt her nether hole twitching. “I AM an uncontrollable slut!”
Her eyes were now wide and she was anxiously panting.
“No you are not uncontrollable,” came a voice from the bottom bunk. Slut marcie continued, “I ordered you not to pleasure yourself, and you have kept your hands off your pussy and nipples.”
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” whined slut jj.
“Yes, you did,” said trustee brenda from the darkness. She laughed as she shone a small flashlight on the trembling slut in the upper bunk. “This could be a very interesting twelve weeks,” she said as she snapped off her light and walked back to her room.
BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 3 · Part 2 (2/2)
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