I left the slave waiting on her knees for an hour. I wanted to build her

anticipation for what was coming next, and let her continue practicing

the patience she had demonstrated in the waiting room.

While I was going about other business, she was not alone. She would

never be alone in her room. The room knew her, knew what she was, and

knew precisely where she was and what she was doing at any instant. It

knew that she was not physically restrained from moving around, but that

she had been Posed, stationary and kneeling in the only lighted spot in

the room. The room would notify me if there was any deviation from that

expectation.

After destroying the parchment, I gathered up all of her belongings from

the waiting and "throne" rooms, then went to put on my black leather

Master outfit. That was strictly for effect, I would have rather worked

in cutoffs and a tee shirt. Then I went to the control/observation area

adjacent to her room. I could observe any point in the room from there,

either through the expanse of one-way glass that was the wall between

the two rooms, or by bringing up a picture from any of the TV cameras

that continuously recorded everything that happened in the slave's room.

I watched her for some minutes, from several TV angles. She was still

Posed as ordered. She must have been very tired, it was now 6 P.M., and

she had arrived on schedule at 11 this morning. Until she arrived, she

didn't know that she was here for her induction Ceremony and would not

be leaving. In that time she had not been permitted any food or drink or

toilet break, and she had been under considerable psychological stress

the whole time. In spite of all that she was doing a good job of holding

the Pose, except her knees still weren't opened as far as she could open

them. We would soon take care of that. But overall, I was pleased, she

was clearly approaching this difficult transition with the right

attitude. Nevertheless, she would find that no matter how hard the Slave

tried to cooperate at the beginning, it wouldn't be good enough for the

Master.

While watching her I thought back to her screening interviews. We don't

drag people in off the streets to make them slaves. Everyone we have

ever processed was either brought to us or made the first contact with

us. Obviously, it is undesirable from our point of view to have people

"wash out" of our training and then go blabbing to the press or the

authorities about our operation. So we screen prospective candidates to

the limits of our abilities, to make sure they are committed to the path

we will put them on. So far, everyone whom we have accepted has

completed the training and placed with a Master, although some have

required more extensive training than others.

Her first interview was for gathering her personal history, which we

found by subtle background checks to be true in all important respects.

She was 28 years old and very intelligent. The only IQ test she had ever

taken said hers was 146. She married young, they were together for four

years and had one son. Her husband and her son both died in an accident

caused by a drunk driver. She survived the wreck with only a broken

wrist and some scratches. She had invested the insurance settlement

conservatively while living off it at the same time, and it would last

her a number of years, but not forever. After the tragedy, she was

socially inactive for nearly two years, the latter half of which she

spent in psychotherapy to treat depression. During that period of

isolation, the thought had germinated in her mind that, if she was going

to enter into another relationship, she needed a man who would dominate

her and make her decisions for her. That was probably her need from the

start, but she had married instead for love, and in spite of producing a

son their sex life was not fulfilling for her. When she was ready to try

dating again, her attempts to find such a man were clumsy and

disastrous, she got beat up a couple of times and raped. Finally she

heard about us from a man who had taken a liking to her, but realized

that a submissive woman was not for him. It took her a few months to

make contact with us, and then here she was.

Then there was a thorough physical examination by our doctors, which

revealed that she was sterile as a result of complications from her

first and only pregnancy. There followed three or four interim

interviews during which we probed her motivations and expectations, and

went over her story again and again to check for inconsistencies. We

were concerned because she couldn't or wouldn't explain her specific

reasons for coming to us, and she couldn't state what exactly she

expected to achieve as a submissive. But over time we became convinced

that she wasn't holding back, she simply couldn't verbalize her reasons.

But clearly she was certain in her mind that she needed to do this, and

would find a way to do it, here or on the street.

For her final interview, she had been told in detail what makeup and

clothing she should wear, which had not happened for the previous

interviews. She arrived dressed as required, and the interview started

like all the others, her sitting on a folding chair, facing a panel of 5

evaluators. Not long after the interview began, one of us asked her to

stand up, and when she did he took her chair away then returned to his

seat. After a few more questions, she was told to strip naked except for

her heels, which she blushingly and haltingly did. It was noted that

every article of her clothing was exactly, even to the color, what she

had been told to wear. That was the first time we had seen her body

uncovered, and we all agreed later that, for a 28 year-old who had given

birth, she was exceptionally well put together. She also showed great

self control and poise under stress.

The interview continued for some minutes, with her facing the panel

naked. Then, while we continued to question her, she was asked to walk

about the room in various ways, toward the panel, away from the panel,

at different angles, and back and forth across the room. During her

walks, she was also asked at times to assume various poses, such as

hands clasped behind or on top of the head, or arms folded behind the

back. All of this she did with occasional hesitation and much blushing,

but without question, comment or complaint.

At some point one of the panelists pressed a button on the desk, and the

door opened behind her. Two women, naked but for heels and wrist and

ankle straps, wheeled a cart covered with instruments of various types

into the room and stopped at her side. She immediately understood that

these were slaves, that they already had become what she wanted so

urgently to be, and she was clearly fascinated. She was told that the

slaves were here to take her measurements and other data, and for her to

please stand still, remain silent, and do as they asked. Everything the

slaves said to her was prefaced with a "Please Miss," and whenever she

complied they said "Thank you Miss." She was fascinated by the presence

of actual slaves, and at first was more interested in them than in what

they were doing to her. In addition to her physical dimensions at dozens

of points, they measured every imaginable parameter, such as weight, per

cent body fat by skin pinch at many points on her body, number and

condition of teeth, density of body hair at many different points on her

body, location of any scars or imperfections on her skin. Finally, much

to her distress and discomfort, they wanted to measure her arousal

response during stimulation of her nipples and her clitoris.

She resisted the sexual contact by the slaves at first, until a panelist

told her that she must submit to this if she was to proceed in the

selection process, and that she should think of it as a medical

procedure, not a sexual encounter. She sighed, but remained quiet and no

longer resisted the slave's touch. As one of the slaves stimulated each

nipple, the nipple stiffened immediately at the first touch and quickly

became a rock hard button as it was rolled between the slave's fingers.

I watched her closely for signs of sexual arousal, but I couldn't tell

if she had become aroused, deeply embarrassed, or just angry. While her

nipples were still hard, one of the slaves asked her to hold her breath

for a moment while they quickly applied a clear aerosol spray to her

breasts and ribcage. They raised each breast while spraying under it, to

make sure the substance was a continuous coating. Then they applied a

hair dryer to the sprayed area for a minute, until it suddenly became

opaque and rigid. Finally they pulled it gently away from her body, a

perfect mold of her chest.

For the clitoral stimulation, one of the slaves stood behind her until

their two bodies were in firm contact. She visibly cringed when she felt

the first body-to-body contact. Then the slave reached around with her

hands and gently separated the labia, while the second slave knelt in

front of her and began stimulating her clit, first with fingers and then

with lips and tongue. She gave no further resistance, but she was

obviously stunned at having such a "procedure" performed on her,

especially in front of witnesses. She kept her arms at her side during

the procedure, but her hands were balled into tight fists and here eyes

were squeezed shut. Her clitoris barely stirred, even after minutes of

stimulation by experienced hands and mouth. Finally one of the panelist

signaled for the slaves to perform the final test, which was to insert

blotter material into the vagina to measure how much vaginal lubrication

she had produced during the stimulation. It came out nearly dry.

When the slaves completed their task and were waiting to be dismissed,

she recovered enough to ask if she could talk to them, ask them

questions. She was told that she could not, because slaves were strictly

forbidden to discuss any personal matters with anyone but their masters.

After the slaves were dismissed, she remained naked and standing for

about another hour of questioning, during which her responses were

shorter and more abrupt than we were used to hearing from her, and she

made very little eye contact with the panelists. The sexual stimulation

had left her rattled, and probably angry.

She did say one thing during that final hour that now stood out above

all else in my mind. Becoming frustrated at her inability to explain to

us why she wanted to become a slave, she finally blurted out "I think

I've always been a slave, I've just never had anyone to show me how to

do it." Perhaps that is as close to her true motivation as we ever came,

and it might also help explain the self discipline she had shown us all

day today. Maybe she didn't need to be coerced into the disciplines of

slavery, just instructed in what to do. Nevertheless, she would have to

be reconditioned to think and behave as a slave, and that was my job.

It was time to begin that process. Now we would see if her attitude

changed when things got rough.

Before going to her, I took a few moments to scan the room controls and

readouts. Everything was stable, except that the room had begun lowering

the air temperature as programmed, at an almost imperceptible rate. It

had been a constant 78 degrees in the waiting and "throne" rooms, and

was the same in her room when she had first entered, a comfortable

temperature for a naked body. It was now down to 76, and the room would

continue lowering the temperature until it reached 60 degrees, or when

the desired effects were achieved, when she was showing goose flesh or

reflexive shivering. Then the temperature would be adjusted back up

slowly until those symptoms had just disappeared, and that temperature

would be maintained for at least the first few weeks of her training.

During that time, except when she was put to bed for sleep, she would

always find her room too cold for her naked body. She had to learn to

live in the environment her Master chose for her, and earn the

improvements he might decide to reward her with.

After watching for a few more minutes, I activated the room speakers. My

first orders to her were, "Do not move and do not speak." She jumped at

the first sound, but otherwise remained still. I continued, "Any

infraction of the rules will be punished, instantly and severely.

"The person that entered this room no longer exists, the only living

thing in the room now is a Slave, and I am its Master. That Slave does

not have a name, it is just 'Slave.' If the Slave does well in its

training, its Master may choose in the future to provide it with a new

name of the Master's choosing.

"A Slave's ignorance will not prevent an appropriate punishment for any

infraction of the Rules, so remain still and attentive while your Master

explains some fundamentals." After a pause, I went on, "When a Slave is

commanded by its Master to assume a stationary position, it is called a

Pose. Right now the Slave I'm addressing is in a Pose, kneeling in the

light. This Pose is a variation of the Instructional Pose, which the

Slave will be ordered to assume when it is to receive instructions from

the Master.

"There are a few rules common to most if not all Poses. The thighs must

never touch one another, and when in a kneeling Pose the knees must be

as far apart as the Pose allows. The lips must never be closed, and the

palms of the hands must always be open. Finally, when the Slave is

naked, as this Slave will be throughout its training, the Slave must not

allow its ass, its breasts, its belly, or its thighs to touch any

furniture or other surface in the room. Obviously, this means a naked

Slave never sits, and never lies on its stomach. When allowed to sleep,

the Slave will use a special bed that supports the Slave on its back,

without contacting its ass or thighs. So, unless the Slave is secured in

its bed, the Slave will always be standing or kneeling. These rules are

intended to remind the Slave at all times that its body must constantly

be open and available to the Master's will and his touch. The other rule

common to all Poses is that the Slave's body and head will always be

erect, its head facing forward, and the Slave's eyes must always be

downcast unless directed otherwise by the Master. This is to constantly

remind the Slave that it must be totally attentive and submissive to the

Master at all times. It is important to understand the Pose rules I have

explained, because in a few moments all of the lights in the room will

come on. When that happens, the Slave will naturally want to look around

at its new environment. Doing that would be a violation of the rules of

the commanded Pose, and would result in immediate punishment. Does the

Slave understand?"

I was pleased that, after a few seconds, she had not responded. She had

remembered the rules I gave her in the "throne" room. "Very good, the

Slave has already begun to learn," I said. "Now, the other important

rule the Slave must grasp immediately is how to speak to the Master,

when the Slave is commanded to speak. Every sentence spoken by the Slave

must begin and end with its Master's title, 'Master' in this case. Also,

all answers to questions must include the rephrased question as part of

the answer. This way your Master will not only obtain the answer, but

the Master will also know that the Slave understood the question."

I ordered the room illumination to full, and watched her for a response.

She remained motionless, she kept her eyes looking down as far as I

could tell at a distance. Good so far. I entered the room and chose a

stiff 2-foot leather covered crop from the array of whips, flogs, belts,

and crops on the wall, watching her face all the time for signs of

movement. I walked over to her, circled her a few times while closely

watching for her to look up at me or to lock her eyes onto the crop,

which she did not. I stopped behind her and noticed that the fingers of

her hands were curled. I touched the tip of the crop to the base of her

neck, which made her jump, and traced it down the length of her spine to

her bound hands. Then I gave her a mild whack with the crop on her upper

buttocks, just below her hands, and told her to open her hands and keep

her fingers straight. She jumped and quickly opened her fingers until

they were straight. She began trembling again.

I moved around to the front and pressed on her inner thigh with the

crop. "Surely this is not as far apart as the Slave can hold its knees.

Move them farther apart, as far as possible." She complied, straining as

she managed to put about three more inches of separation between them.

Now I believed she really was holding them as far apart as possible

without pain. I whacked her once on each inner thigh, harder this time.

She winced, and I said, "The Slave was told during the Ceremony that it

should hold its knees as far apart as possible, not as far apart as was

comfortable. If the Slave is given a command that requires effort, the

Slave will expend that effort and comply with the command, or else the

Slave will be punished. The difficulty level is unimportant to the

Master, the Slave's compliance with commands is all that matters. The

Slave will nod it's head to indicate if it understands that elementary

concept." She rapidly shook her head up and down, then held perfectly

still, but trembled more than ever. "Your Master hopes that no more time

will have to be wasted explaining simple things that should already be

apparent to the Slave."

Walking around to her side, I then said, "Using the Instructions that

have been provided by the Master, the Slave will now respond to the

Master's earlier question." Her mouth fell open. After my distraction

with the open-knees issue for just this reason, she had forgotten the

question I had asked her from the observation room.

I waited, swinging the crop back and forth in her field of view. She was

panicked, and I wanted to watch how she handled it. I said "All commands

will be obeyed instantly, Slave," and began caressing her left breast

with the crop.

A few panicky seconds later she remembered the question, pretty good

under this kind of pressure for the first time. She licked her lips and

responded softly and carefully, "Master, I understand what you told me

concerning the Instructional Pose. Master."

I struck her with the crop, three times hard and fast on each breast,

making sure that one blow to each breast hit the nipple. She choked back

a scream that came out as a yelp, then began gasping rapidly, trying to

absorb the building pain. Tears began flowing immediately. But she did

not speak out, she had made no moves to avoid the blows, nor were there

any major changes in her posture. Any of those actions would have

instantly brought her additional punishment.

I paced in front of her for a minute, waiting to see if she would

finally speak or break the pose out of anger. She was still gasping for

breath, and tears were streaming from her rapidly-blinking eyes, but she

held the Pose and remained silent. I then spoke slowly to her. "Your

Master is beginning to think that training is going to be very difficult

and painful for his Slave. But that doesn't matter, the Slave will be

trained, no matter how long it takes or how much pain is required. Now

listen carefully, Slave. The Slave was punished because its response was

unacceptable to the Master. Slaves do not refer to their Masters as

'you', your Master's correct title is 'Master.' Slaves do not refer to

themselves in any but the third person, the words 'I', 'me', and 'my'

are not in a Slave's vocabulary. A Slave is not a person, it is a thing.

The proper way for a Slave to refer to itself is as 'This Slave' or

using the pronouns 'it' or 'its'. For example, the Master asks, 'How

does the Slave feel about its Master? Respond.' The Slave answers,

'Master, this Slave loves its Master, Master.'" In spite of her pain and

fear, I noticed the corners of her mouth turn up slightly at my

intentionally humorous example.

"A Master controls how his Slave behaves, but not how the Slave thinks,"

I continued. "Only the Slave can control its thoughts. If a Slave

persists in thinking of itself as the person it used to be, and not the

thing it is now, the Slave will continue making the kind of serious

mistakes this Slave just made. Therefore, the Slave must change how it

thinks about itself and adapt to its new life, or else it will suffer

much more than necessary. The Master hopes this Slave is able to adjust

its thinking soon.

"OK, let's continue with the Master's observations concerning the

Slave's response. The one good thing about the content of the Slave's

answer was that the Slave effectively repeated the question in its

answer. However, the answer was inadequate. The Master imparted much

more information than his Slave repeated in its reply. An adequate

response by the Slave would have included a repetition by the Slave of

all the information that the Master had supplied, including details of

posture, mouth, hand and eye positions, and the symbology of the

Instructional Pose. When the Master had heard enough of the Slave's

response to judge that the Slave had received the information the Master

intended to impart, the Master would have commanded the Slave to

silence. The Slave must learn to listen carefully, understand, and

remember every instruction given by the Master. Because of this Slave's

inadequate response, its Master does not know if it heard, understood,

and remembered its instructions.

"More good news: the slave's physical responses, during and after the

punishment, were acceptable. A Slave must not cringe from or try to

avoid a blow during punishment. A slave must not speak or sob during or

after punishment - tears are natural, as are cries or even screams in

extreme cases, but no speaking and no sobbing. Also, a Slave must not

break its Pose during or after punishment, which this Slave accomplished

adequately. Had the Slave violated any of these Rules, additional

punishment would have been delivered instantly.

While caressing her breasts lightly with the crop, I said, "Now, let's

try again. Does the Slave understand the Master's reasons for punishing

the Slave? Respond."

She took her time forming an answer. She was still trying to deal with

the pain in her breasts and was fighting back tears. No doubt she

thought that any answer she gave at this point would lead to another

round of punishment. Finally, in a halting voice, she provided an answer

that was for the most part acceptable and properly formed, but missing

some minor details. I told her the response was slow and incomplete, but

close enough to inspire hope. I said that the Master will expect

constant improvements in the quality of the Slave's answers. I didn't

give her another punishment.

Reaching down to her breasts, I took a nipple tightly between the thumb

and forefinger of each hand, and pulled up. "Stand up, Slave," I said.

"You've been resting on the floor long enough."