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Subject: {ASSM} Part 9 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair (MF, FF, Bd)
Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 19:10:02 -0400
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This is a work of fiction in 11 parts.  No reference to real persons 
is intended.  It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery 
and language.  If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
          
Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@canadamail.de

(MF, FF, Bond)

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Part 9 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     In the bathroom, Mistress Jeannie glanced over at
the mirror behind which she now knew lay a hidden camera. 
She smiled and playfully stuck out her tongue.  Then she
went over to the bath and started the water running--not
too hot this time.  Clair, who had been moving slowly,
walked in just then.

     Without saying anything, Mistress Jeannie moved over
to the medicine cabinet and removed some fragrant oils. 
Then she went back to the tub and added them like a chef
working on a special recipe.  Clair stood in the middle
of the room and waited.

     When the water temperature and the mixture of the
oils was satisfactory and the tub had filled.  Mistress
Jeannie turned off the tap and bid Clair enter.  Clair
walked carefully over and then stepped gingerly into the
tub.  She had been prepared for extremely hot water and
wondered if it would be painful on her rear, but her
mistress had adjusted the water wonderfully and she felt
no pain at all--only a definite soreness.

     Suddenly Clair was aware that her Mistress was
removing her dominatrix outfit.  As she did so, Clair was
surprised to realize that her feelings toward her
Mistress were in a profound state of turmoil.  Mostly she
was grateful but she was also feeling a deep and genuine
feeling of love.  She tried to conjure up feelings of
anger at being punished or for the treatment she'd
received over the past weeks.  But nothing came but
gratitude and love.  All she did manage to stir up was a
vague sense of guilt at her escape attempt and the fact
that she had lied to and betrayed her Mistress.  She was
suddenly keenly aware that her Mistress had been
embarrassed in front of Master Rex and that it had been
her fault.  She wanted to tell herself that line of
thinking was just plain stupid.  But again, all that she
was able to feel was the gratitude, love, and now guilt. 
And watching her Mistress as she was removing the last of
her clothes she also realized that she felt a definite
sexual attraction toward this powerful and commanding
woman.

     Clair was not surprised when her naked Mistress
walked over toward her.  She wasn't surprised when she
removed Clair's collar and tossed it aside.  But she was
surprised when her Mistress joined her in the tub. 
"Scoot down," she had said.  And when Clair had moved
closer to the tap, her Mistress had sat in behind her,
her legs wrapping around Clair's sides, her feet resting
in Clair's lap.

     Clair looked down at those feet and felt a sudden
urge to massage them lovingly.  She was very aware of the
feel of her Mistress's crotch against the base of her
back.  Below that she didn't feel much of anything.  But
her Mistress hadn't bidden her do anything, so Clair
carefully sat doing nothing and waiting for her
Mistress's pleasure.

     Mistress Jeannie was soaping a wash cloth.  And as
she begin gently washing Clair's back she said, "we've
really got to talk."

     Clair allowed herself to luxuriate at her Mistress's
touch, but paid careful attention to her words as well.

     "I'm going to explain some things to you about our
situation.  And you'll notice I said, 'our' situation--
not just yours.  This may be the only time I ever talk
with you like this, so I hope you're paying strict
attention."

     She was--but her Mistress had made a statement, not
asked a question.  And anyway, she hadn't paused to wait
for a response so none seemed to be expected.

     "When we got yanked into this situation neither of
us had very much to say about it, do you remember?"

     This time there was a pause, and Clair nodded.  Her
Mistress had started soaping her shoulders and neck.

     "And almost immediately the Master demonstrated his
power over us and the seriousness of his intent, didn't
he?"

     Another pause.  Clair thought of poor Brenda and
nodded again.  Her Mistress had moved the cloth to one of
her arm pits, so Clair raised her arm a bit and the
washing continued.

     "I didn't pick my role, nor did I assign you yours. 
That was all decided by the Master, who demanded complete
obedience and no questions."  She switched arms and Clair
responded.

     "Since then, I've learned a great deal about the
situation behind our situation."  She paused for a long
while as if considering how much she wanted to say.  She
finished the armpit and gave Clair's back one last
swabbing.

     "Turn, please."  Clair got up on her knees and then
carefully turned in the tub so that she was facing her
Mistress and then sat back down with her knees up in
front of her.  Her Mistress put down the cloth and
reaching forward, pulled Clair's feet into her lap.  Then
she picked up the cloth again, resoaped it, and begin
washing one of the feet.  Clair was intensely aware of
the feel of her Mistress's hands on her foot and the feel
of her Mistress's pubic hair on the sole of the other
foot as it rested in her lap.

     "Master Rex works for an organization called, the
Mart.  It's a white slavery ring."  This news didn't
surprise Clair.  The way they had been abducted, the
whole facility smacked of lots of money and more than a
simple lone mad man.

     "We were a special order from a very rich owner.  He
wanted a tall redheaded slave and a shorter brunette
Mistress."  This was news to Clair, but it certainly
explained a lot.  Her Mistress was washing between her
toes using soapy fingers and it was, in some ways, one of
the most erotic moments in Clair's life.  The whole
situation and the feel of her Mistress's hands between
her toes.

     "I suppose we should be honored that Master Rex, who
is certainly an expert at what he does, chose us out of
millions of other girls."  It was a measure of Clair's
psychological state that she found herself agreeing with
this statement.  Her Mistress switched feet.

     "If we complete our training to his satisfaction--
and I think we are getting very close to that point--we
will be taken to our new owner where we will live to
serve him or her."  She paused significantly while
continuing to wash.  "If we don't complete our training
to his satisfaction . . ." another long pause.  "What do
you suppose will happen to us--most certainly to you, and
very likely to both of us?"  She had finished with the
other foot and let it down so that both feet were resting
in her lap.

     For a long, long while neither girl spoke.  Mistress
Jeannie was sitting back in the tub, her hands gently
massaging the soles of Clair's feet.  Clair was looking
directly into her Mistress's eyes as the truth dawned on
her with full force.  "Brenda?" she finally replied in a
small voice.

     "Brenda," her Mistress repeated with authority.

     Mistress Jeannie sat up and taking Clair's feet
spread them wide so that she could slide between them
toward the now shaken redhead.  She moved her own legs
over Clair's and brought herself close enough to wash her
torso.  Resoaping the cloth, she begin washing Clair's
neck and shoulders from the front.

     "Let's assume you had gotten away.  Then what?"  The
question evoked a terrible sense of guilt in Clair.  Her
Mistress sensed her unease.

     "No, no, don't freeze up on me, think the question
through and answer honestly.  What would you have done?" 
She begin soaping Clair's left breast.  Clair's arms were
hanging at her sides.  Her hands, which had been resting
on her Mistress's legs, now gripped them gently as she
answered.

     "I suppose I would have made my way toward the gas
station which the mechanic mentioned was out there."

     "Even supposing there was such a station, which I
somehow doubt, that's not the intent of my question." 
She was still soaping Clair's left breast, rubbing it
not, erotically, but soothingly.  The nipples of both
girls were fully erect.  "Let's assume you got away, got
to the authorities, reported everything.  Maybe the
police get here in time to arrest the Master and rescue
Susan and I."  A thoughtful pause, "maybe not."  Another
pause.  "Then what happens."  She changed breasts. 
"Think it through."

     "I'd go back to my life the way it was."  She
stopped to think about the other implications.  "I
suppose I might have to go to court to testify."

     "And the Mart, organization behind the Master, will
just sit quietly by and let you testify?"  Mistress
Jeannie was pleased to see the sudden look of shock which
overtook Clair's features.  Clair's grip had tightened on
her legs.  She stopped washing her tits for a moment and
waited.  After a long while she said, "Well?

     Clair's mind had been racing to come up with an
answer.  "Witness protection?" she asked meekly and
without much confidence?

     Her Mistress smiled and starting washing her arm
pits again, this time from the front.  "This isn't the
drug trade or the Mafia.  Most people don't even know it
exists.  You would tell your story and the police would
tell you not to believe everything you hear from a
kidnapper and rapist.  They would tell you not to worry
your pretty little head.  They would tell you they had
things well in hand."  She paused again.  "And then what
would happen."  She leaned back and started resoaping the
cloth while waiting for a reply.

     Clair's face went pale.  Her hands lost their strength and 
dropped into her lap.  She looked down for a long time.

     Mistress Jeannie just kept soaping the cloth and
waiting.

     "They'd catch me again," she finally said looking
up, "wouldn't they?"

     "Either that or kill you," her Mistress replied. 
Then she leaned forward and began washing her sides and
belly.

     "But what if I didn't say anything to anyone?"

     "Then it would make it that much easier to catch you
again, wouldn't it?"

     "But what if I ran away, changed my name, hid?"

     "You don't think they'd find you?"

     Mistress reached down and begin washing Clair's
crotch under the water.  It was clear the girl's spirit
was broken.

     "There is no out," her Mistress said, "for either of
us.  We have been recruited into a new life and must
simply make the best of it."  She was rubbing all the
crevices of Clair's pussy with a finger wrapped in the
soapy wash cloth.  "For my part I am going to be the very
best Mistress I can possibly become."  The moving finger
paused for effect.  And looking directly into Clair's
eyes she said, "and if you cooperate with me as fully as
I know you can, you will always be my favorite slave. 
Would you like that."

     Clair hesitated hardly at all, "Oh yes, Mistress. 
I'd like that very much.  And I'm very sorry I tried to
run away.  And I'm very sorry if I embarrassed you in
front of Master Rex.  I'll never do that again.  And I'll
try to listen really well and learn really well and
always please you and always make you proud of me . . ."

     The girl was almost babbling now.  And Mistress
Jeannie smiled as she let her run down.  There were tears
in Clair's eyes and her nose had started running.  She
seemed completely overcome with emotion.  It was as if a
damn had finally broken and there was some kind of relief
in knowing that she didn't have to make any decisions
ever again.  All she had to do was to serve.

     Mistress Jeannie reached over with the wash cloth
and delicately mopped her face.  Then she rang out the
cloth and held it against Clair's nose, "blow."  Clair
blew, almost giggling with the release of tension.

     Mistress Jeannie tossed the wash cloth out of the
tub and grabbing a fresh dry one mopped Clair's face
again.  She said, "I know you will dear.  I know that
I'll always be proud of you."  Then dropping the wash
cloth into the tub she held out her arms and Clair gladly
fell forward to hug her.  She clung to her Mistress for a
long while.

     Then, suddenly Clair sat up and said, "please
Mistress, let me wash you now."  And smiling, her
Mistress picked up the soap and wash cloth and handed
them over.

     After she had done a thorough and highly erotic job
of washing her Mistress, Clair dried them both and waited
for further instructions.

     Her Mistress took her hand and led her into the
bedroom.  "Tonight," she said "and tonight only, we will
forget about the collar.  You wish to serve me?  Come
show me how you plan to care for your Mistress."

     The only light in the bedroom was that which was
streaming in through the bathroom door.  Clair, almost
electrified by her Mistress's words, leaned over and gave
her a long, deep kiss.  Their tongues entwined and their
hearts raced.  They sex which they had with each other up
till then was mostly technique.  Highly arousing but
almost impersonal.

     Suddenly they were in love.  Clair felt something
akin to the unquestioning love of a small child for its
parent.  Mistress Jeannie felt something more like the
deep affection a long time pet owner feels for its
favorite animal.  Neither of these descriptions was
exactly accurate, but both were close enough to the mark.

     After a long, long while, with arms entwined and
mouths pressed together, Clair stood up.  And leaning
forward lifted her Mistress.  She carried the smaller
girl to the bed.  She laid her down and, climbing in,
positioned her Mistress in the center.

     On her hands and knees she worked her way around her
Mistress's body.  She kissed her on the ear, nibbling on
the lobe with her teeth and gently digging with her
tongue.

     She drank in the wonderfully erotic smell of her
Mistress's hair.

     She kissed the smaller girl's face, her forehead,
her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and a long,
deep, luxurious kiss on the mouth with her tongue
striving to explore every inch of that sweet cavern.

     She moved across her Mistress's body to kiss her
other ear and thrilled and the feel of their nipples
caressing each other as they passed.  She kissed her ear
and moved as she did so to let her nipple play
tantalizingly on the other girls breast.

     She kissed her way down her Mistress's neck across
her upper breasts and then lovingly sucked on first one
and then the other nipple.  As she did so, she gently
scratched the undersides of her breasts with loving care. 
She loved the feel of her Mistress's nipples on her lips,
and pulled them up so that they would achieve their
maximum inflation.  She played her tongue around each
areola so that they both crinkled and tightened with
lust.

     Mistress Jeannie could never remember feeling such
genuine and absolute desire.  It throbbed and coursed
through her loins like a surging wave.  She could never
remember being so wet before.  Not with any of her
previous lovers, not with all the fancy tricks she had
learned, not even with Master Rex when they had made love
that first candle-lit night.  Clair was hers.  She was
her slave.  Her love slave.  And Clair loved her with all
her heart.  She was sure of that now.  The knowledge made
her toes tingle as Clair worked her mouth across the
bottom of her breasts and toward her pussy.

     Clair positioned herself belly down between her
Mistress's thighs.  She breathed passionately on her
Mistress's already hot, wet cunt.  She reached up with
her arms and massaged both breasts.  She found herself
using many of the techniques which she had learned.  But
before, she had used them consciously to achieve
predetermined goals.  Now she found herself using them
almost unconsciously as part of a natural process of
trying to please her lover.

     She could almost feel her Mistress's reactions and
adjusted her movements to intensify her pleasure.

     Mistress Jeannie's breathing was now almost entirely
determined by Clair's touch.  She breathed deeply and
heavily, then rapidly and lightly.  She would suddenly
hold her breath for a long moment and then just as
suddenly pant for air.

     When Clair finally pressed her mouth into the
wondrously fragrant pussy under her, Mistress Jeannie
almost went crazy in response.  Clair was intoxicated
with her Mistress's love and with her reactions to her
love making.  The smell of warm musk was suddenly and
wonderfully erotic.

     She licked her tongue around in the warm, wet
valley.  She flicked it across the clit from first one
and then another direction.  She pulled a whole section
of warm pulsating flesh into her mouth and sucked while
letting her tongue play among the folds.  She was
particularly pleased to hear her Mistress gasp at that.

     Clair made a little 'O' of her mouth and sucked in
her Mistress's clit.  Then widening her mouth pressed all
the pussy flesh away from the little love button so that
the lay quivering in a sea of taught flesh.  Then she
started swiping at it with her tongue like a miniature
punching bag.  First up and down, then side to side.  She
varied the motion and swept all around the bud of flesh
to caress it from all sides.

     She brought an arm down and reaching up from
underneath felt her Mistress's love canal.  It was a
river of moisture.  She stuck a couple of fingers into
that wonderful passage until her Mistress was groaning
uncontrollably and her fingers were drenched.  Then she
pulled her other hand down to replace the first and using
the already wet fingers inserted it into her Mistress's
anus.  The little hole seemed to almost open up in
welcome as the well lubricated digit slipped into the
ring of flesh and then moved upward.

     Sensing the approaching climax, Clair increased the
speed of her movements, both sets of fingers and her
furiously licking tongue.  When suddenly she felt her
Mistress's hands grasp two fist fulls of her hair, her
whole body seemed to tense, and then with great wracking
sobs she came.

     And came.

     And came.

     With artful guile and great love, Clair kept varying
the techniques so that the rhythmic spasms wouldn't
dampen out completely.  She never let the sensations
become unbearable or uncomfortable.  She read her
Mistress's body like the fabulous machine it was, and
kept the orgasm rolling like a magnificent undulating
wave until it finally engulfed her completely.

     Then she lay there, embracing her Mistress,
expecting nothing in return.

     Only once did her Mistress turn her head and looking
into her face, smile.  She whispered, "Thank you, dear,"
and then just drifted off to sleep.

     After considerable thought, Clair let herself
carefully out of bed and into the bathroom where she
washed herself down a bit so that she would be fresh for
her Mistress in the morning.  She retrieved her neck
collar and put it on.  She tip-toed back into the big
room and retrieved her Mistress's crop and her own leash. 
She returned quietly to the bedroom and lay the crop on
the bedside table where her Mistress would find it in the
morning.  She attached her own leash and tied the handle
to the table drawer, next to the crop.  Then she curled
up on the thick rug at the side of the bed and went to
sleep.  She thought about climbing into bed next to her
Mistress, but she wished to show her genuine
subservience.  And she didn't want to risk disturbing her
Mistress's sleep.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     In the morning at breakfast, Mistress Jeannie
presented a much humbled and yet more cheerful Clair to
the Master.  "I think we'll have no further foolishness,
Master Rex."  And they didn't.

     After reviewing the video tapes of the night before,
the Trainer decided that another week or two would be all
that was necessary to bring this project to a close.  He
left the day's affairs to Mistress Jeannie and busied
himself finishing up some paper work.  The Mart didn't
believe in keeping too many records, but as in any
undertaking of its size, there were some.  He wrote up
the description that would serve as advanced advertising
for the auction of Susan.  He put in a special inquiry
just on the off chance a little demonstration could be
arranged before delivery.  He called out on the secured
line to send all these coded messages, to let the Mart
know he would be finishing up early, and to check out
what other interesting projects might be available in the
not too distant future.  He was going to go on a little
vacation before taking on anything new, perhaps a cruise
with Susan.  She'd like that and he felt he owed her a
little something.  But first the goods had to be
delivered.

     The next ten days passed without incident.  Master
Rex was busying himself with a lot of private work, and
Mistress Jeannie was running things quite well while he
was otherwise occupied.  Susan felt a little neglected,
so Mistress Jeannie had Clair sleep with her a few times. 
She even slept with Susan herself once to see what the
Master saw in her.  She didn't see the attraction.  Susan
was nice enough, but hardly the fireball that Clair was. 
Mistress Jeannie thought herself quite lucky.

     Then one day Master Rex came out of his little study
and called them all together.  "We are going to leave in
the morning.  Here are lists of what to pack."  He handed
all three lists to Mistress Jeannie who distributed them
and supervised the packing.  It really wasn't much--only
a single medium sized travel bag each.  Everything else
they would need would be provided later.

     Master Rex didn't join them at dinner that night. 
He had Susan bring him a sandwich and a drink in his
little study.  He was considering the details of a number
of interesting offers.

     Mistress Jeannie and Clair spent the evening
enjoying each others' pleasures.

     Susan waited up late for her Master, but he was
working very late indeed.  She fell asleep waiting.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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--End of Part 9 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair - Zebulon--

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