Training Grounds · Part 1 (1/2)
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Standing on the street, you're waiting comes to an end as the white limosine pulls up directly in front of you. The door opens and you enter the large back seat area, seeing three other women all dressed as you are. Each wears a thin white cotton blouse, a short white skirt, white hose, and white shoes. A bit confused, you sit down and close the door, and the other girls are looking at you keenly. One woman looks to be in her mid thirties, with short dark hair and very piercing blue eyes. She has nice legs and her short skirt shows them off well. The girl next to her seems only about 18 or 19, with firm, breasts, and long blonde hair. She has brown eyes, and a sensual mouth.
The third girl is in her early twenties, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. She has the largest breasts of the four of you, and her legs are shapely as well. You wonder what is going on with the three other women. You remain silent as you were instructed, but your mind creates questions faster than you can think of answers. The driver lowers the window that separates him from his passengers and hands back a large envelope, which the youngest girl takes. She shows each of you wordlessly the message on the envelope. It reads simply, "Play tape inside." A video cassette is revealed by the young girl, and the older woman takes the tape and slides it in the limo's vcr, turning on the small tv.
Soft music plays for a moment, followed by a woman's voice speaking in a firm, concise manner. "You have been invited to our retreat because each of you has shown herself to be a well trained slave. While at our retreat, you will be allowed to train new slaves for others if you show us that you can handle the task. Before your training can begin however, you must submit yourself to our scrutiny and judgement. Failure to comply or poor performance will be rewarded with a re-training program, and additional expenses for your master. I do not recommend that you fail." Images formed again on the screen, of a large mansion with manicured grounds. "This is our facility.
It will take you about two hours to arrive." The tape continued with a guided tour of the mansion and grounds, showing several rooms with elaborate bondage equipment. The woman came back onto the screen, dressed entirely in leather now, with her large breasts compressed into a leather bra at least two sizes too small. "Each slave and master is accorded a rank. Slave ranks are symbolized by the color of their collars. Green being the lowest, blue being the next highest, followed by yellow, red, black, then gold. A slave wearing the gold collar my command any other slave, but is still subject to the lowest ranking master. Masters are denoted by the color of footwear, or ankle bracelets.
Their color-ranks correspond to the slave colors, with green at the bottom and Gold at the top. There is one exception. There may be a master wearing black, but with diamonds on the bracelet or shoes. These are grand-masters, subject to no one. The number of diamonds signify their ranks, but they are all essentially equal." You are fascinated by the elaborate rankings, and wonder just how many people are going to be at the retreat. The tape continues. "The driver of your limosine has been instructed to deliver you on time, safely. The window between you and the driver should be up now, and this means your next stop is our retreat.
You may play this tape as often as needed to familiarize each of you with its contents. No sexual touching is permitted in the limosine, and none of you are permitted to orgasm until after your arrival. The driver will inform us of any unacceptable behavior. You will find in the compartment next to the telephone several bags. Remove all of your clothing and any items of jewelry and place them in these bags. You must do it now. Strip! No talking except about the ranking system will be permitted in the limosine. Now get your clothes off and sit there until you arrive!" Feeling excited, you take a plastic bag from the young blonde and begin undressing. The others are doing likewise.
The older woman removes her panties, showing her shaved pussy, and spreading her legs to remove the gold ring on her labia. The blonde is undressing slowly, showing some minor em- barassment. The large breasted woman leaves her bra for last, and when she unhooks it, her breasts fall out, sagging from their great weight. They are capped with large, dark nipples that are standing erect like pencil nubs. You're removing your stockings and you notice the small slip of paper in the bag. It reads "The only clothing you must wear are your white heels." You take the shoes out of the bag and slip them over your bare feet. You look around, and each woman is naked, save for her white high-heeled shoes.
The blonde, without asking rewinds the tape and plays it over again. After the second time, the fragrance of womanly musk fills the car. You realize that your pussy is damp with anticipation. You look out the darkened windows of the limo, seeing people passing by, glancing over at the white limo curiously. They can't see through the dark windows, but they try anyway. The limo crosses a bridge, and the driver is slowing, dropping his window to pay the toll. You realize that the window is lightly smoked, and the toll-taker might be able to see you. The limo smoothly passes the toll-booth, and the window ascends. The toll-taker hadn't even glanced inside.
The rid continues for quite a while, driving further out into the countryside, away from the noisy city. You pass fewer and fewer towns, then fewer and fewer homes as the limo heads for the foot- hills nearby. The limo's clock reads nine-thirty as you turn into the drive, stopping before a massive looking solid gate. The gate opens and you enter the retreat. You see no mansion, just a long, narrow paved road and perfectly kept grass and plants. The driver heads down a small hill, and you see the mansion, large and sprawling in the middle of a small grassy valley. As you approach, you see a woman, the same woman from the tape, standing at the front entrance of the mansion.
The limo stops and the driver gets out, opening the right door wide. Cool morning air enters and raises goosebumps on all of you. You step from the car, naked except for your shoes and stand several steps from the car, the others lining up next to you. The woman watching you is wearing a black leather g-string and the too small leather bra. She is also wearing thigh length black leather boots, and holding a riding crop. Her hair is long and dark. She comes down the steps and looks each of you over closely. Satisfied, she turns, telling you to follow her into the mansion. You fall into line behind the older woman, and enter the mansion, seeing the expensive and tasteful decorations.
You stop in the hallway, behind the leather clad woman. "Some basic rules first." She says. "I don't need to tell you about such simple things as eye contact, posture, and bathroom ettiqute. Your masters should have made you aware of those things." Her words sound like a speech she's made too many times, but her voice carries authority. "Here, you must call any "master" by the title "My Lord" or "My Lady". Any slave that is above you in rank must be called "master" or "mistress", but never mix your titles between slaves and masters. Do you understand?" A chorus of "Yes Mistress" rings out, only to be flawed by a "Yes M'Lady" uttered by the older woman.
"SLUT!" The leather clad woman yells at her, standing right in front of her. "I wear a black collar! I'm a high ranking slave, not a master! Didn't you study the tape?!" The older woman stammers a bit and replies "Yes mistress" in a quiet voice. "NEVER REPEAT THAT MISTAKE AGAIN! Do you understand?" The older woman answers "Yes Mistress" in a very quiet voice. "Very well. You will be spared punishment so we may begin with all of you early today." The leather woman says. You are led into a small room and told to be seated on hard wooden chairs near the door. A young man, dressed in a white smock sits at a table. You can see his red collar while he and the leather woman have a discussion.
He stands and calls your first name. You rise and go to him, standing with your eyes downcast as you've been taught. "You have been ranked as a yellow." He says simply and fits a blue collar around your neck. After he fits it, he squeezes your left breast and flicks his finger over your nipple. You flinch not at all. "You might make red by this evening. Very good. Return to your seat." You sit down and watch the big breasted woman receive a blue collar. The young man cups her tits and fonldes them for long minutes, finally letting them fall from his hands. Then the older woman waits for her collar. The young man has been quietly speaking to each of you, and now you can hear him clearly.
"You were to be a yellow, but Mistress Lisa has mentioned you stupidity in the entry hall. You will be given only a blue." He fastens her blue collar and without touching her otherwise, lets her sit down. The young blonde is last. "Just a moment." He says and he confers with Mistress Lisa, then uses the phone quietly. Mistress Lisa eyes the girl, tapping her foot impatiently until the phone is hung up. "You have been awarded a red collar." He says, as if he didn't believe it. "You must be very good." He fastens the collar around her neck and steps back.
"You are my equal, and may address me as Doug." Mistress Lisa congratulates her, but with her crop pressing against her small ass, tells her that she is still a lower rank. The blonde replies "Yes Mistress" to her and is allowed to sit down. Mistress Lisa allows each of you to use the bathroom, then the leads you to another room, where an attractive woman of about fifty waits, wearing yet another white smock and a black collar. She orders all of you to bend over and places a butt plug in each of you, followed by a sized phallus in your cunts. Straps are placed around your waists and through your thighs to keep both items in place.
Wristlets are used to tie your hands behind your backs and to the straps at your waist. You struggle almost not at all as you are told to rise. The feeling of fullness arouses you and you feel your pussy juices begin to flow. The woman looks over some papers and then calls the big breasted woman over. She fastens a leather harness around the big tits of the woman, forcing them to jut forward before they sag over the leather. Then she explains to each of you that for the next 24 hours, you will be sub- ject to observation and restraint before further training commences. You are now led by Mistress Lisa out into the hallway and down to a large door. "Be on your toes sluts." She says calmly.
"The masters of us all are beyond this door." She knocks on the door, and a voice says to enter. She enters and indicates all of you to follow. Upon entering the room, you see about twenty people sitting around a large table, dressed as if they were board members of a big corporation. The several women present are dressed nicely for business. They look at you as you walk in, naked and feeling very exposed with them dressed. Mistress Lisa tells the woman at the head of the table "New cunts for inspection." and she stands with her eyes downcast. "Fine." The woman says. "All of you stand by that wall." She points to the wall behind you and you each stand next to it, waiting.
"We're a bit busy at the moment Lisa. I'll call you when we're done." Lisa bows and backs up, then walks from the room and closes the door. The masters are discussing some very boring stocks and bonds issues and not even paying attention to you. You can feel your slippery juices on your thighs and glancing at the blonde who is next to you, you can see that her thighs are damp too. Finally the group stands and approaches the four of you and they look you over. "This one has such great tits!" One of the men says, eyeing the big boobed brunette. One of the women eyes your nipples and comments that they are so large when erect that they'd make excellent clit stimulators.
Another woman sees the red collar on the young blonde, and stands in front of her. "Is this a mistake?" She points out to the rest of the group. "A girl this young with a red collar?" One of the men picks up a paper and confirms the color. The woman eyes the girl carefully, looking at her long, slim form, her flat stomach, and her pert breasts. "She's delicious looking I admit, but a RED!?" One of the men asked the blonde her name. "I am Marlene M'lord." She says quietly. You realize this is the first time she has spoken, and how child-like her voice sounds. The woman who questioned her rank asks her what she does that deserves a red collar rank.
There is some confusion while papers are checked. A man finds the paper, saying "Her mistress says that she has personally had her train studs and sluts very well, and that she is a very talented and enthusiastic slave, and", the man chuckled, "she gives great head." The woman eyed Marlene carefully. "Is this true?" She said. "How can someone as young as you give such good head?" That the woman was challenging someone's decision was obvious. Silence fell in the room, and everyone looked at Marlene. Gasps came from several mouths, as the young girl stuck out her tounge, extending it at least four, maybe five inches from her lips. "God! That's incredible!" One of the women said.
"She's a freak" someone else said, and the woman who had challenged the color rank, admitted that she deserved her rank for her tounge if nothing else. "What about you?" you are asked by a thirtyish, attractive woman. Your reply is "I'm willing to please My Lady." Satisfied with your answer, she stepped over the the big breasted woman and felt her tits. "Hmm. Nice and juicy. Tell me, have you fucked other women with your tits?" The big boobed woman said she had, and then was led to the table, where the woman lifted her skirt and told her to do just that. A man asked the older woman in your group if she had a special talent.
"Pleasing others M'lord." she replied, being very careful to get the title correct. The man pulled on the phallus in her cunt, moving it slowly up and down, making her legs tremble. Then he came over to you, and did the same. The feeling of his warm hand between your legs, moving the phallus inside you brought you to the edge. His questioning kept you from going over, kept your mind distracted. "Do you like anal sex?" He asked. "Yes M'lord." You replied. "Do you like to suck pussy?" "Yes M'lord." "I bet you like to suck your master's cum from a slut's cunt too." "Yes M'lord." He pushed the phallus deep inside your sopping cunt and then stepped over to the blonde.
The woman getting fucked with big-tits was moaning and panting noisily on the table. You felt your juices running down your thighs like water now. The man questioned the blonde. "Do you like to please your mistress?" He said. "Yes M'lord." The blonde's high voice replied. "Do you like licking women's cunts?" "Very much M'lord." "How about sucking cocks?" "Oh yes M'lord!" "Kneel, slut." The blonde knelt and the man removed his thick cock from his pants, and told her to suck it. You watched, spellbound as the little blonde sucked his cock all the way down her throat. She was moving on his cock quickly, sucking him deep into her mouth.
She paused, with just the head in her mouth and her long tounge snaked out, flicking the underside as she slid down again. You watched with amazement as she took half his cock in her mouth, her snake-like tounge reaching out to graze his balls. Your cunt was leaking thick white cream while you watched, and the others watched with amazement too. You were thinking of how her tounge would feel on yo
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