"Now we need to get some food and liquids into this Slave," I said, and

guided her down to the toilet area for a drink.

As usual, she handled the penis faucet without problems or spills. I was

even thinking that I would change the regulator to deliver 6 ounces at a

time rather than 4, to keep her challenged.

Then we moved back up to the Master's enclave, set up the funnel, and

then she waited in the Instructional Pose on the carpet while I heated

up some tomato soup concentrate and lo-fat milk in the microwave. Of

course I couldn't pour it down her throat boiling hot, so I heated it a

few seconds at a time until it felt warm enough to my tongue. When it

was ready it didn't taste very good, probably because it wasn't heated

enough to get tasty, but she wouldn't be tasting it anyway, As before,

she took it 1 cup at a time. After 2 cups she said she was full. It

occurred to me then that it would have made much more sense to have

given her 4 cups of soup rather that 2 of soup and 2 of water. Oh well,

we'll do better next time.

I was about to take her to try on some harnesses, when the remote

chirped. I looked at the readout, then looked up at the nearest camera,

and said "This isn't how we do things." In a few seconds, another chirp,

another message. I turned to her and said, "Your Master has to leave the

room for awhile. Get up and go to the bed so I can secure the Slave

while I'm gone. She looked at me questioningly while she was moving to

obey, but I didn't offer her any explanation.

After securing her in bed, I went to see what the hell they wanted.

About an hour later I was back. I walked up to the bed and laid my hand

on her breast. She smiled up at me, and I said, "This is very serious. I

want you to keep silent and do exactly as I say." I unstrapped her

breasts, then moved to the other end of the bed and began the extraction

sequence. When she was out I secured her hands to the belt behind her

back and told her to go back to the carpeted area. She looked worried,

but did as I said, waiting just off the carpet as she had been told.

I led her onto the carpet by her arm, turned her facing down the room,

and told her to assume the Learning Pose and not to break the Pose for

any reason. She quickly complied. I went and sat on the couch, where I

was looking at her but she couldn't see me without turning her head and

breaking the Pose.

I said "Listen carefully, and don't break the Pose for any reason. We

need to have another conversation without using the formal Master/Slave

address mode. In fact, we will not even address each other as 'Master'

and 'Slave', we will just talk. We are doing it like this, with you

posed and me out of your line of sight, for a reason. The last time we

had a chat, you were lying on the couch and your naked body covered.

Some people feel that episode did serious harm to your training. It is

agreed that this conversation is necessary, but it has been decided that

keeping you in a formal Pose with your back to me during the

conversation will minimize further damage. We will switch to plain old

conversation as soon as you nod your head to indicate that you will not,

under any circumstances, break your Pose by looking around at me." She

nodded her head.

I waited a second, then said "I am no longer your Master, I am to be

replaced by another training Master". I was about to continue, when she

yelled forcefully, "No!" Anyone who heard her say that would have known

that she wasn't making an expression of shocked denial, she was issuing

a command.

I said, "Quiet, let me continue and give you more of the story. As I

said before, it is felt, by members of the training oversight board,

that my unorthodox behavior subsequent to your fainting episode has

harmed your training, perhaps beyond repair. It is also felt that my

deviations from standard training practices will most likely result in a

final product - that means you - that does not meet our quality

standards for a general-use slave. Furthermore, it is felt that I have

become too emotionally involved with you to function as your training

Master."

She interrupted, "Are you? Are you emotionally involved?"

I said, "Have I become smitten with you, do I want to take you to a

movie, do I want to go to the prom with you? No. Do I want to be your

Master, both during and after your training, do I want to train you to

be the Slave you were born to be, do I want to help you achieve your

full potential for sexual pleasure? You're Goddamn right I do." At this

point I saw her head start to move, and I said, "Do not break the Pose.

If you do, this conversation will have to end and I will have to leave."

She kept still, but spoke loudly to any and all listeners, "Listen to

me, whoever you are. If you remove this man as my trainer, our Agreement

is broken. I came here by choice, and I will leave by choice."

I said, "You will not be allowed to leave. You're here until your

training is complete and you are delivered to your selected Master, or

until they release you. They won't release you."

She said, "That's kidnapping, its illegal."

I said, "In their way of thinking, they are just living up to the

original binding contract the organization made with you. And I don't

mean the parchment, that was fake legal mumbo-jumbo. I mean the contract

made between two parties - you and them - that can't be enforced in the

legal system, but can be enforced by them. As for illegal, everything

that goes on here is illegal."

She spoke again to the invisible listeners, "If I am not trained by this

man, I will not be trained. Replace him, and you will never, and I mean

never, get a quality final product." She spat out those last 3 words

with derision and contempt. She continued, "You can tie me up, whip me,

starve me, drug me, fuck me 'til I'm dead. I will not be trained!" The

last sentence she said with as much force as her original "No", pausing

between each word. She was trembling more than she ever did from fear.

She was in a rage. Kneeling on the floor in naked submission, screaming

orders at the people who are enslaving her - that's my girl.

I said, "Calm down, there's more to the story, you haven't heard

everything."

She interrupted again, "Calm down? Calm down? This is bullshit! I will

not calm down!"

I said, "Shut up and let me speak. Let me tell you how this business is

run." She remained quiet, so I continued. "Most of our trainees are

lovers, mistresses, or sometimes even wives of rich and powerful men.

After they are trained, the relationship becomes Master/Slave. Of course

the trainee has to come here willingly as far as we can tell, we don't

grab people off the street. Their sponsors pay us for the training, sort

of like college tuition, room, and board, plus a percentage for our

overhead and profit, and a bonus if a 'quality product' is delivered.

It's a moneymaking business.

"For those trainees, the organization tailors the training program to

the sponsor's preferences, to emphasize the characteristics in the

trained Slave that are most important to the sponsor.

"Then there are a few trainees like you, walk-ins, so to speak, with no

sponsor. The pact the organization makes with those people is to train

them without charge, then place them with a highly-screened, trusted

Master, who will use them as they are intended to be used. The

organization invariably lives up to that pact. That was the pact you

made with them, that was your future. What they thought you didn't need

to know was, they wouldn't be giving you to a Master, they would be

selling you to a Master. That's how they recoup their cost of training

you and make a profit. It's the same as the deal with sponsored

trainees, only the payment is delayed. So we make money and stay in

business." The remote chirped again, and I read the message. "Bite me,"

I said, "it's all going to come out now." I continued telling her the

story.

"For unsponsored trainees, the organization has a standard training plan

they always follow, to produce what they call a general-use Slave. This

is simply because they don't yet know the preferences of the eventual

Master. But this approach results in, not so much a satisfied

Master/Slave pair, but more like a Man and his Robot. I believe that

training you to this generic mold would be a terrible waste of the

promise I see in you. I believe you should be trained as a Slave, as the

property a Master, of course. You were born for that role, and you know

that better than we do. But built on top of that core, owner/property

relationship, you should be trained for a cooperative relationship with

a Master who is dedicated to developing your great potential for giving

and taking pleasure. I believe the Master you should be trained to serve

is me."

The remote beeped, but I didn't need to look at it. I was looking at

her, and I knew she just had another orgasm.

Wanting her to have the full story, I continued after a pause, "Here's

another piece of this puzzle. When a trainee is inducted, the

organization wants the trainee's former persona, in your case Marlene,

to die. That's so there are no loose ends that can be followed to them

by organizations such as the IRS, FBI, or police. In its own way, this

is an ethical, if entirely illegal, organization. They don't kill

people, but they arrange for people who have recently died to become

misidentified as a trainee whose former persona needs to die. In

Marlene's case this has not happened yet, and now her "death" has been

put on hold for reasons that will become clear.

"Finally, before I tell you about the deal I'm trying to get them to

agree to, let me tell you the short version of my story. In my youth I

was a ski bum and lived by winning hot-dog ski contests. I found the

organization by a series of accidents, as you did, and they agreed to

take me on. They taught me to be a trainer, and I've been doing this

ever since. I don't get a salary, they give me expense money. I live in

another part of this complex, and don't have much of a life except for

my work. During a training session, we don't take weekends off, but we

get vacations between training sessions. The bottom line is, I have no

income, no skills that would be useable outside this complex, and no

savings.

"Now, here comes the deal. I have proposed to them that I continue as

your Training Master, and when your training is completed you will be

assigned to me as my Slave. They have agreed to that, on condition." I

could see from behind that she was now smiling. I continued.

"They know that before you came to us you were living on the remains of

your insurance settlement. They estimate it is presently worth about

$300,000 in cash. They had no interest in obtaining that money when you

were accepted for training, because to them it is just another way your

disappearance might be followed to their door; and because, as I've

explained, they already have a system in place to recover cost and make

profit from training. They're not greedy. In short it's not worth the

risk to them. That's changed now. Their condition for accepting my deal,

since I have nothing to offer them, is that you will temporarily return

to the outside world as Marlene, convert Marlene's holdings to

untraceable cash, and give it to the organization.

"Fair enough, now let's talk about my conditions," she said.

"Wait, wait" I said, "we need to talk about this some more. Here's a

problem for you and I, what would we do when your training was complete

and I owned you? Although they deny it now, they will eventually decide

that they no longer want me as a trainer, because they can't trust me to

follow their rules any more. So we're out on the street. I'm already

broke, you're now broke because you gave everything to them. What will

we do? I know there are many different answers, like 'learn skills, get

jobs, earn money, buy house,' or 'rob banks.' But we have to decide what

would be the best course of action for us, because we're not about 'Mr.

and Mrs. Smith over on Maple Street,' we're about Master and Slave.

She was laughing now, that wonderful laugh. "Don't worry about it," she

said. "It'll be OK."

"You don't know that," I said.

"I just know it will work out. This is our chance, and we have to take

it. But I do have conditions, and here they are."

"One. This Slave will continue its training, as its Master sees fit of

course, through the rest of today, tonight, and tomorrow morning until

the completion of the Slave's morning whipping, toilet duties, and first

fucking. It's unfortunate that so much time has been wasted on this

bullshit. Today the Slave needs very much to be fucked in its ass at

least one more time by its Master, has a well-deserved day's-end

punishment to receive, and needs to experience another night in its bed,

and of course tomorrow its morning whipping, toilet, and fucking, before

it is forced to interrupt training temporarily to settle this nonsense.

"Two. Marlene's blouse, skirt, shoes, coat and purse will be available

at the exit to the room tomorrow morning. The remainder of Marlene's

clothing, her underclothes, will be destroyed. They are of no further

use, this Slave does not wear such things. This Slave will be led from

the room tomorrow morning by its Master, who will temporarily remove its

bonds and command it it to put on Marlene's clothing and perform its

mission.

"Three. When this Slave returns from its mission with the money, its

Master will meet it, command it to strip, reattach its bonds, and lead

it back into the training room to complete its training under this

Master's sole control. The Master will decide if any of the Slave's

first day training should be repeated because of this disruption to

training.

"Four. The organization will not interfere with or seek to influence the

Master's decisions regarding the proper training procedures for this

Slave. Ever.

"Five. The organization will ensure that, for at least 2 hours per day,

4 days per week, while this Slave is in training, there will be at least

one person from the organization in the observation room at random times

during the day, to see for themselves the quality product this Slave is

becoming under its Master's control."

"Is there anything else, my Master?" she asked.

"I haven't yet mentioned," I said, "that they stipulated that one of

their members, a lawyer, must accompany you in the outside world."

"Fine," she said, "as long as he doesn't get in my way or expect me to

fuck him."

The remote chirped, and I read the message. "They agree to everything,"

I said.

"Can we trust them, Master?" she asked.

"Yes, in their own way they are ethical people. They created this

problem precisely for that reason. They sincerely believed I wasn't

living up to their ethical standards."

"Good," she said. "We agree too. Now fuck off and leave us alone."

"Play time's over, Slave. Stand up," I said.

She jumped to her feet and assumed the Waiting Pose. I got off the couch

and walked around her to inspect her form. I tapped her on the belly

with the crop. "Suck in your stomach, Slave," I said. She complied

immediately, her face beaming with a huge smile.

I admired her perfect face and body for awhile, reached out and caressed

one of her breasts, then said, "I don't know what all those conditions

were about, and I wish I had your confidence that this will work out for

us, but one thing I'm sure of is that you're going to be a pretty good

slave. Now the Slave will tell its Master if it is satisfied with our

deal. Respond."

"Master, this Slave is very satisfied with our deal, Master. Master,

this Slave believes the deal should be sealed with a fuck, Master."