The Interns

Chapter XVI---Suckle's Progess Pleases Mistress Tamala

As Suckle was scrubbing herself in the potent mixture of 'cleaning' agents Miss Tamala had put in Suckle's bath water, she took a minute to look around at her surrounding. The bathroom she was in was very large and very luxurious. It was very easy to tell this bathroom belonged to someone who was very wealthy. The marble tile work on the floor, walls and surrounding the sunken tub was obviously made of very expensive material and the African décor was extraordinarily beautiful and gave anyone in these surroundings the feeling of actually being in another country, maybe even in another time period. For some reason that Suckle didn't understand, the interior decorating of the bathroom, and the rest of the house she had seen so far, gave off an atmosphere of something that was forbidden and foreign to the average person. Mentally, Suckle felt as though she was a sort of 'captive' and had no control over being here, and yet she also felt as though she was very fortunate and had been given a special privilege just to be in these surroundings. All of these feelings contributed to 'lighting up' the submissive emotions running through her very soul.

Now, Suckle had been standing in front to the floor length mirror with her hands behind her head for what seemed like an hour. The back of her head was a little sore from being banged against the hard tile of the tub while Miss Tamala was 'fucking her face,' as Miss Tamala described it to her, and she still felt a little stinging on her ass that the riding crop had inflicted earlier. Her skin was tingling from the mixture of very hot water and the harsh soapy agents. Miss Tamala had left a towel made of a combination of 'jute' and 'hemp' on the floor next to the tub for Suckle to use to dry herself. Miss Tamala had explained to Suckle, that this type of 'towel' was used in Africa to wipe down animals and served to brush off any insects that resided on their skin. Trying to dry with a 'towel' made of this type of course fabric scratched Suckle's skin and was painful ... even more so because Suckle's skin was already tender from her 'bath.' Suckle was also instructed not to dry her hair but to just 'leave it soaking wet.'

Yet, as Suckle looked at her naked reflection in the mirror and was thinking of how excited she had made Miss Tamala, her wonderful Mistress, by using her tongue slowly and deliberately as she had been taught, she could feel that now familiar stirring deep in her loins that thoughts of this sort caused anymore. Being naked and fully exposed to Miss Tamala, her owner, made Suckle feel embarrassed and very inferior to her Mistress. Yet, again it also 'kindled' waves of excitement that flowed like an electrical current throughout her body. She even had a little smile on her face when she recalled the almost 'abandoned lust' Miss Tamala displayed as she took her Mistress's clit between her lips and sucked on it as though it was a 'pacifier' just before her Mistress reached her orgasm earlier.

Suckle found herself longing to feel the weight of Miss Tamala's ass on her forehead again ... to feel the coarse ringlets of pubic hair on her face along with the warmth and wetness she found between those wonderful dark muscular thighs. Suckle swore she could even now, standing in front of the mirror, smell the different scents of these most intimate places and surprised herself at her new capability of thinking these 'dirty' thoughts as she would have described them in her former life.

Out of the corner of her eye, Suckle saw Miss Tamala coming into the bathroom again. Suckle was startled to see how beautiful Miss Tamala looked. Miss Tamala had bathe, fixed her hair and dressed. She had on a very tight black leather skirt that came up at least three inches above her knees and showed a lot of those wonderfully built legs and thighs. She also wore a pure white tight blouse with ruffles starting at the collar and descending downward into the valley between her breasts exposing a lot of rich bronze brown cleavage. The black colored bra that encased her large breasts was clearly visible through the thin satin material of the blouse. She didn't wear any stocking but had on a medium height pair of opened toed black high heels. The toe nails were perfectly pedicured and highly polished in a rose red color to match her fingers nails and lipstick. Her shiny jet black hair was freshly combed out and was parted on the right side of her head and fell to the bottom of her neck. The jet black hair outlined the strong and stern beauty of her face, the large eyes that looked out at her from under the long black eye lashes, the high cheek bones, the full lips ... all perfectly makeup up.

Suckle took a deep excited breath as Miss Tamala approached her. She could feel her heart beating faster with anticipation. This was the kind of effect her Mistress had on her anymore. All of what Suckle used to think of as 'forbidden' emotions were visible and soaring through Suckle's psyche at the moment ... fear, excitement, appreciation, worship ... It was a feeling like Suckle had never experienced before in her young life.

"Come over here," Miss Tamala told Suckle as she walked over to the bathroom sink.

Suckle obeyed, shaking a little at the first stern sound of her Mistress's voice she had heard in over an hour. Suckle kept her hands on the back of her head and walked over to stand in front of Miss Tamala.

"Open your mouth," Miss Tamala told Suckle as she approached her.

Suckle didn't answer. Without any hesitation she just opened her mouth as ordered.

Miss Tamala turned the water faucet on in the sink, cupped her hand and put her cupped hand under the dripping water to catch some cold water in it to form a little puddle. She then placed two pills in Suckle's mouth. "Swallow these pills," Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

The thought of asking Miss Tamala what the pills were for never entered Suckle's ever changing thought processes. The only thought that entered her mind was to 'obey' so she swallowed just as she was told. Of course, Miss Tamala never even considered telling Suckle what they were. Why should it ... she owned Suckle now and she could make Suckle do anything she wanted to. But Miss Tamala knew the importance of keeping Suckle totally submissive and degraded so she decided to 'play' with her mind some more.

"These pills contain a mild antibiotic," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Since you have been drinking our piss and eating a lot of our pussy juices, I want to make sure you stay healthy. A sick whore is no fucking good to me," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. Of course, as Miss Tamala spoke to Suckle, she always put an emphasis on words like 'fucking,' 'piss,' 'pussy,' and 'whore,' to refresh Suckle's mind with the realization of her submissiveness.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered, thrilled to have the chance to speak her Mistress's name once again, the submissiveness of her sexual orientation resurfacing at the sound of the derogatory terms Miss Tamala used when speaking to her.

Miss Tamala saw Suckle looking at the water in the cup of her hand. "Does my little doggy want some water?" Miss Tamala asked Suckle in that 'innocent' tone of voice as she led Suckle along reinforcing her submissive impulses.

"Oh, yes, Mistress ... please, yes," Suckle answered in a sincere desire for some of the precious liquid she had been denied for so long.

"Is that the way you were thought to 'beg' for food or any other item of nourishment that your Mistress places in front of you?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle, again stringing Suckle along.

"I ... Suckle ...," Suckle was trying to think of what she was supposed to do.

"Do I have to go get my whip?" Miss Tamala asked Suckle.

As soon as Suckle heard the mention of the whip she remembered the cat-o-nine-tails. She remembered Dr. Mary's instructions and the dog food. Suckle immediately started to wiggle her ass just as she imagined a dog would wiggle its tail ... and just the way Dr. Mary taught her last night. Then she waited for permission or some other sign to go ahead and drink.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at Suckle. "See whore, even a dumb bastard like you can be trained with the use of a whip. Use your tongue to lap up the water in my hand," Miss Tamala ordered Suckle, again changing the sound of her voice back to the stern training sounding tone."

Suckle bowed her head and stuck out her tongue to 'lap' up the water from Miss Tamala's brown hand. While Suckle was 'lapping' up the water she noticed how the inside of Miss Tamala's hand was a lighter shade of color than the rest of her hand. It was almost a light cream color and contrasted beautifully with the rest of the darker shade of her skin. Maybe it was because Suckle had never had many African American friends before and had never been this close to a woman of color before but every day she was discovering more and more the beauty of someone of another race. For some reason, this contrast in color excited Suckle.

Miss Tamala repeated the process of getting water from the sink faucet, putting it in her 'cupped' hand and watched intently as Suckle lapped it up with her tongue. Miss Tamala smiled watching Suckle ... "just like feeding a pet," she thought to herself. "How nice," she continued thinking, rubbing her thighs together at the little stirring of awakening she felt there as she watched the 'workings' of Suckle's tongue.

The excitement Miss Tamala felt at making Suckle perform this 'puppy-like' act, spurred her on to think of other ways to demean Suckle. She had put a 'high protein' power bar in her pocket with the intention of giving it to Suckle to get some nourishment in her body remembering Dr. Mary's admonishment to always keep your slaves as healthy as you can. Now, she had other ideas!

Miss Tamala took the power bar out of the pocket in her skirt. She unwrapped the paper and put the bar under Suckle's nose. She held it there for a few moments, moving the bar back and forth ... watching Suckle's reaction to the odor of food all the time.

The smell of the fresh protein bar sparked Suckle's senses. It was the first time she had smelled food, other then the dog food, since last night. Suckle remembered how the protein bar tasted the last time she had one with Piglet the morning of her 'orientation' which seemed so long ago now. She could feel the saliva in her mouth build up as she let her imagination soar thinking of how wonderful that food morsel being passed right under her nose would taste. It might as well been a steak as far as Suckle was concerned.

Suckle waited and waited ... waited some more to hear the words of permission to 'feed' come from her Mistress's lips. Nothing ... not a sound. Then Suckle remembered ... "damn," she thought to herself. "I have to wiggle my ass ... err, tail."

As soon as she wiggled her ass Miss Tamala began to smile. With her free hand she began to 'puppy pet' Suckle's wet head. "Good, good, my little animal," you are learning your lessons well and you are beginning to make me proud to own you," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

Of course Suckle was full of pride to hear these precious 'complimentary' words coming from the mouth of her Mistress while feeling the wonderful 'contact' of her hand 'petting' her head from front to back. Suckle responded by wiggling her ass even more, just like an excited puppy.

Miss Tamala took the protein bar away from under Suckle's nose. She broke the protein bar in half and dropped half of it on the floor. "Remove your hands from the back of your head and put them by your side," she said to Suckle as she moved the half of protein bar between her own feet.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied. As Suckle moved her hands from in back of her head she felt pain in her shoulders from her hands being in this position for so long a time. She let a little groan out as she started to move her arms. Finally she got both of her hands at the sides of her body. Miss Tamala watched every move Suckle made, pleased that Suckle did exactly as she was told to do and not a thing more.

"Move your shoulders around to get the stiffness out you dumb bitch," Miss Tamala instructed Suckle.

Suckle had been too afraid to make these movements on her own. Now she was being chastised and called a 'dumb bitch' because she had to be told what to do. But now that Suckle was accepting her 'new life' and her status as Miss Tamala's slave, she realized that she really depended on Miss Tamala to instruct her on even the most minor things to do.

"Fold your hands behind your back and look down at your nourishment on the floor," Miss Tamala told Suckle getting more and more aroused as she watched the bewildered look on Suckle face. "Damn," Miss Tamala thought to herself, "it's so much fun to have complete control of this bitch."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," replied Suckle as she complied with Miss Tamala's instructions.

"Now watch your nourishment being prepared for you by your Mistress," Miss Tamala said to Suckle as she stepped on the half of protein bar with the front part of her high heeled shoe crushing it again and again until it was in tiny pieces on the floor. Miss Tamala gathered up all the tiny pieces with the toe part of her shoes until they were between both of her high heeled feet.

Suckle watched as she was instructed not daring to pick her head up. As Suckle watched, she saw a big glob of something 'wet' drop into the crushed pieces of protein bar making a 'splatting' sound. It took Suckle only a minute to realize that Miss Tamala was spitting into the 'nourishment' on the floor. After a number of large globs of Miss Tamala's saliva had dropped into the crushed protein bar, Suckle watched again as Miss Tamala took the toe of her high heeled shoe and mixed the moisture in with the dry tiny pieces until she was satisfied it was of the consistency of her choosing.

"Your Mistress has prepared your nourishment piggy," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "I've given you the privilege of tasting your Mistress's 'essence' mixed in with your feed. Besides, I want you to get used to eating soft feed because by practicing now it will serve you well when I have all of your teeth removed," Miss Tamala continued telling Suckle.

Suckle was visibly shaking at this point with small tremors shooting through her body. 'Feed' ... 'nourishment' ... never once did Suckle hear the word 'food.' Miss Tamala had been referring to her as though she was an animal! And the description of 'having all her teeth removed' once again really shoved Suckle over the top with fear. But Suckle didn't get too much time to think before she heard her Mistress's voice again.

"Look into my eyes and beg for your feed whore," Miss Tamala told Suckle in that authoritative tone of voice.

Suckle didn't hesitate for a moment. She knew what was expected of her. Her 'training' kicked in almost instantaneously as she began to wiggle her ass. She saw and then felt Miss Tamala's hands on her breasts. Miss Tamala was making small circles on her nipples with the palms of her hands. Suckle's nipples were becoming engorged with excitement as she watched and felt the bronze brown hands of Miss Tamala manipulating them. Again the contrast of the brown hands with the beautifully manicured red finger nails against the whiteness of Suckle skin excited Suckle. As she looked into the large black eyeballs floating in the pure white background of Miss Tamala's eyes Suckle realized that she was losing all of her prior inhibitions from her former life. More than anything else in the world she wanted to please her Mistress. She craved to hear the simple words, 'good girl,' 'good whore,' or 'good piggy,' come from her Mistress's lips. But Suckle also knew from Miss Tamala's 'teachings and training' that she had to 'earn' her rewards.

With this thought in her mind, Suckle felt the sudden urge to do something extraordinary degrading to 'earn' a compliment from her Mistress. While continuing to wiggle her ass as she thought an excited dog would, she opened her mouth wide, struck her tongue out as far as she could and started to 'pat' and make the little tiny sounds of a dog begging for food. At first Suckle was afraid that she had done something on her own without the permission or instructions from her Mistress and might be punished for it. But then she saw the smile on Miss Tamala's face. In response to that smile Suckle was encouraged even more to make her 'yelping' sounds trying as hard as she could to imitate a dog begging for food.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed at Suckle. Miss Tamala laughed again and again at the sight of Suckle wiggling her ass and 'yelping' with her tongue extended down over the lower lip of her opened mouth.

"You motherfucking little cuntlapper," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a very pleased sounding voice. "You're even more perverted than I could have imagined. You please me when you act like the slut you really are. Yes ... good, very good ... beg just like a puppy ... ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala continued laughing at Suckle as she stopped running the palms of her hands around Suckle's nipples. Now she took both of Suckle's engorged nipples between the forefingers and the thumbs of her hands. She pulled on them very hard letting her long polished fingernails dig into the flesh.

"Ohhh ...ahhh ..." the little whimpers came from Suckle's mouth in between the 'yelping' puppy-like sounds she was making. Suckle felt the 'fire' begin deep in her pussy. It matched the pain she felt from having her nipples pulled and dug into by her Mistress's fingernails. Even though she had cum and reached an orgasm just over an hour ago, she was beginning to get wet again. Suckle was pleasing her Mistress ... she was making her Mistress proud to be her owner and Suckle in turn, was over flowing with joy and submissive stimulation. Suckle, in her own mind, would do anything to see the smile of satisfaction on her Mistress's face. She would degrade herself in anyway to please her Mistress. This is what she lived for now.

Miss Tamala pulled Suckle's nipples as far outward as she could until Suckle's breasts almost completely changed shape from an oval shape to the shape of two 'cones.' Then as the nipples reached her maximum 'stretched' position she suddenly opened her fingers and thumbs and just let the nipples and breasts snap back into their prior shape.

"Now keep your hands behind your back and kneel down and eat the 'feed' your Mistress, in her generosity, has provided for you," Miss Tamala told Suckle, her voice changing back to that authoritative tone again. "Use only your mouth and your tongue you stupid bitch."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered. "Thank ... ah ... Suckle the whore thanks you, Mistress." Suckle was proud of herself for remembering to thank her Mistress just as Dr. Mary had taught her. She was also proud that she remembered to refer to herself as a 'whore' because she knew by this time that this pleased Mistress Tamala. And, oh, how Suckle wanted to please Mistress Tamala. Besides all this, Suckle derived a feeling of sexual satisfaction by acknowledging with the words coming from her own mouth, her 'new status' as Mistress Tamala's whore.

Suckle put her head down between the two high heeled shoes of her Mistress where Miss Tamala had moved the crushed pieces of the protein bar. Making Suckle eat her 'feed' from in between her feet would instill and reinforce Suckle's submissiveness in her mind. This was another technique Dr. Mary had taught Miss Tamala.

Suckle picked up the little pieces of 'moistened' protein bar with her lips and tongue, chewed on them and swallowed. She also was aware that the moisture mixed in with the protein bar was actually her Mistress's saliva, and of the high heeled feet close to her 'feed' and kept moving her eyes from side to side to look at them. Again, it excited Suckle to think that she was actually tasting the saliva that came from the beautiful mouth of her Mistress and to see the beautiful dark toes with their highly polished toenails protruding out from the toeless shoes.

Suckle was getting so aroused that she would have liked nothing better than to insert her fingers in her own pussy and masturbate herself. She would have enjoyed it even more if she could have 'sucked' on those beautiful toes while she masturbated. But Miss Tamala had other ideas.

Miss Tamala knew when Suckle got so sexually aroused she was like 'putty' in her hands, or, like Dr. Mary liked to describe it, Suckle's mind had turned to 'mush' and was very pliable. Miss Tamala was determined to keep Suckle in this state of mind. She had other plans for her today.

The half of crushed protein bar didn't make much 'feed' for Suckle and she finished eating rather quickly. Miss Tamala also was thoroughly aroused watching her 'whore' on her knees, her hands behind her back, eating the food from between her feet with her lips and tongue. But she also knew she must keep her own sexual needs 'in check' for the time being.

Suckle was finished, yet she kept her head between her Mistress's feet. She didn't have permission to do anything else so she waited patiently for some further direction from her Mistress.

Miss Tamala moved the toe of one of her feet to point to a few crumbs that had fallen in the grout indentations between the tiles of the floor. "Stick your tongue out and clean up the crumbs over here," Miss Tamala told Suckle tapping her toe to direct Suckle's mouth.

Suckle immediately obeyed, sticking her tongue out and running it between the tiles to make sure she had cleaned up all the crumbs.

"Now lick the tiles and make sure they are very clean. You must always make sure that my floor is absolutely clean you dumb fucking pig," Miss Tamala told Suckle in a louder instructional tone of voice. "You have no idea of how many of my things you will be cleaning with that whore tongue of yours."

Suckle again obeyed and felt a 'new' sensation of sexual awakening licking clean the tiles of her Mistress's floor. She even wondered what other 'things' she would be required to clean with her tongue. Somewhere deep in her newly discovered submissive mind, she briefly found herself wishing she could lick her Mistress's asshole clean ... and then, just as suddenly, she felt embarrassed to have thought such a 'dirty' thing. But Miss Tamala didn't give Suckle much time to think as Suckle heard the stern voice of Miss Tamala above her.

"Get the fuck up, pick up your toilet cans and follow me," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered, moving quickly to comply with Miss Tamala's orders. She picked up the cans marked 'piss' and 'shit,' carrying one in each hand and followed her Mistress keeping her eyes on and watching her beautiful swaying ass all the time ... just as her training had taught her.

Miss Tamala walked down the long hallway, down the stairs leading to the living room, then down another set of stairs leading to the basement. This was the first real chance Suckle had to observe her surroundings and to see another part of this beautiful house that her two Mistresses lived in by 'sneaking' some peeks here and there. Everything was beautifully decorated in African décor, and everything was perfectly in place and immaculate. It almost felt to Suckle like was in some kind of sanctuary. It gave her a weird feeling following her fully clothed Mistress in her naked state, one hand carrying a can with her 'shit' in it and another can with her 'piss' in it. She felt so humble ... like she was nothing, an animal, a pig, a whore! And yet, even this feeling of 'worthlessness' sent a shiver of sexual arousal through her body that finally settled deep in her loins.

As Suckle got to the bottom step leading down to the basement, she felt shivers run through her body. Suckle was somewhat familiar with this area of the house. This was where she was 'initiated' and 'introduced' into her submissive self. This is where Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary 'fucked her face' as she remembered them describing this act. She also remembered the bench like apparatus with the large black rubber penis attached that she was forced to stick in her pussy ... and she remembered how deeply and fast the electronic mechanism had pushed it in and out of her vagina. This was also where she was whipped so violently across the back when she failed to please Dr. Mary. All these thoughts flowing freely through Suckle's mind was building the small hot flame she felt in her pussy into a raging fire.

Miss Tamala led Suckle to the far end of the basement until they came to a corner with a door. It was very dark and there was a damp musky smell in this part of the basement. Miss Tamala opened the door and pulled on a chain extended from an open light bulb on the ceiling. When the light went on, Suckle saw a very small toilet and a very small sink. The room itself was very small with barely enough room for one person to fit in. The room was also very dirty as though it had not been cleaned in months, maybe even years. The toilet bowl had all types of stains inside of it with a thick dark ring at the edge of the where the water reached its maximum height in the bowl. It was very obvious to anyone looking at it, that it had not been cleaned for a long, long time. There wasn't even a toilet seat or toilet seat cover. The very small sink was just about in the same condition with bright orange rust stains running down the sides of what was once a white bowl.

Miss Tamala stepped aside of the opened door. "Get in pig," she said to Suckle. Suckle stepped inside the tiny room and immediately the musky and smell filled her nostrils taxing her sense of smell. Suckle carried her 'toilet utensil' cans inside the tiny room. The room was so small that Suckle could not help but stand in front of the commode. Suckle also could not help noticing that the commode was partially filled with excrement. Miss Tamala saw the somewhat startled expression on Suckle's face.

"That's your sister whore's waste from this morning," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "This toilet is only flushed once a day. One of you will be appointed to this duty after your evening bowel movement."

Suckle swallowed hard when she heard Miss Tamala's clarification of the rules for use of this toilet facility. She again felt a new sense of derogation and it really heightened her sense of fear. But she didn't get too much time to think as she heard her Mistress's voice again.

"Empty your cans, wash them out and put them on the floor for now. Then wash your hands and follow me," Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle said. Miss Tamala waited and watched Suckle closely. Suckle did as she was told. After she washed her hands, she looked for a towel to dry her hands. There was none. Then she looked for some type of tissue. There was none. Then Suckle remembered Miss Tamala instructions that she would not be allowed to use any toilet paper to wipe herself. Suckle was too frightened to question any of these proceedings so she just turned to follow her Mistress leaving her hands wet.

As Miss Tamala turned to lead Suckle away from this 'toilet facility,' she smiled to herself. This little toilet was the 'brain child' of Dr. Mary. It was just another way of lowering one of their 'acquisition's' self esteem and sense of worthiness. She could tell by the passive expression on Suckle's face that it indeed succeeded in obtaining the desired effect on Suckle's psyche.

As Miss Tamala led Suckle to the far end of the basement she saw the door to Dr. Mary's laboratory was opened. That's the direction they were apparently headed. Miss Tamala led Suckle into the 'office' area of Dr. Mary's laboratory where there was a large desk with a large leather chair behind it. There were also two small wooden chairs with straight backs in the room. Miss Tamala sat behind the desk.

"Bring one of those chairs over to the front of the desk and sit up straight in it. Put your hands on your thighs and keep your posture perfect, back against the back of the chair, shoulders pulled back with your breasts pushed outward. I never want to see you slouching, even when you are alone. You must always remember to make your Mistress proud to own you. By keeping your posture perfect at all times will impress me ... and you do want to impress me and make me proud, don't you whore?"

"Oh yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala. Suckle the whore wants so bad to impress you and make you proud to own me," Suckle answered in an aroused sounding voice. "Mistress Tamala's orders and directions are so explicit," Suckle was thinking to herself. "She is so intelligent and beautiful," Suckle continued thinking as she was satisfied that somehow she had pleased her Mistress by answering her question in the manner in which she had been trained. She even found herself wondering if she would be granted a 'reward' for being a 'good girl.'

But that was not to be ... at least not right now. Miss Tamala pushed the telephone in front of Suckle. "We have some business to take care of right now. Piglet told me that you had told her you were to call your dumb fucking fiancé every night after work," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

"Ahh ... ahh, yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied surprised at the mention of her fiancé who she had just about forgotten about since being under the control of Miss Tamala. Again Suckle was astonished at how easily Miss Tamala, who was highly educated, intelligent, and successful, could so readily use these derogatory and disparaging words to describe someone like she just applied to David, her fiancé.

Miss Tamala handed Suckle a typewritten sheet of paper. "Read this over," she said to Suckle. "I typed it while you were cleaning yourself and waiting for me. You will use the information on this paper to inform the stupid bastard about your job and to answer any questions he asks you. Do you understand?" Miss Tamala said in a very harsh tone of voice that Suckle knew by now indicated that her Mistress was very serious and not to be fooled with.

"Yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered in a shaky voice while reading from the sheet of paper she had been given.

"Good," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "You may have to improvise a bit but you're to follow the information I have given you. Use the paper as a guide. Don't you dare disappoint me."

"No, Mistress, no ... Suckle won't disappoint you Mistress. Suckle wants to be a good girl," Suckle answered in a sincere, almost pleading voice in response to the word 'good' that just came from her Mistress's lips.

Miss Tamala reached over and switched the phone to the 'speaker phone' setting so the conversation would be heard by both of them. "Now, dial the fucker's number," Miss Tamala told Suckle as she got up from her chair and walked around in back of Suckle's chair.

Suckle did as she was told. The phone only rang two times before it was picked up.

"Hello," Suckle heard David's voice for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

"Hello, David?" Suckle answered.

"Lynn ... Lynn, where the hell have you been. I have been calling you all night. Late last night they told me you checked out of the motel and ..." David was talking fast in an excited tone of voice.

"David, wait ... David," Suckle tried to break in. It was so strange just to hear her 'old name' once again. Suckle had all she could do to keep from telling David her name was not 'Lynn' but rather 'Suckle.' The process of making Suckle repeat it over and over again, vocally and out loud when referring to herself was working just as Dr. Mary said it would.

"Lynn, damn, I was worried about you. You didn't even call or leave me a number to call you. What is ..., David again began to talk again.

"David, David, listen to me. I have something to tell you," Lynn replied looking at the sheet of paper from her Mistress to be sure to read what she was ordered to say. "I have the job and I am going out of the country on an assignment," Suckle told David.

"What, what the hell are you talking about," David shouted in the phone his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the room.

Miss Tamala smiled and put her hands over Suckle's shoulders, reached down and began to massage Suckle's breasts. She grabbed the twin globes in her dark hands and used her fingers to lightly squeeze them. After a few squeezes, she would take Suckle's nipples between her fingernail and thumb nail, pulled them outward and dig her nails in them. She repeated this process of stimulation over and over again as Suckle continued the conversation with David.

"I have an assignment that I can't say too much about right now because it concerns government contracts," Suckle said to David reading from the sheet of paper and trying to adjust her voice so it sounded 'normal,' a very difficult task with her Mistress squeezing her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples.

"Lynn, what the ... Lynn, I don't understand. I thought ...," David tried to get some more words in but again Suckle cut him off.

"Listen David, I am about to catch my plane," Suckle said as she felt Miss Tamala leave go of her one breast, reach down and take Suckle's free hand from her waist and put it down between Suckle's legs.

Then Suckle felt Miss Tamala's hot breath in her ear as she whispered to her, "Play with yourself whore." Miss Tamala then returned her both hands to Suckle's breasts.

Suckle almost said 'yes Mistress' before she realized she was on the phone with David. Instead she inserted first one finger, then two fingers in her vagina and began a slow in and out motion. Miss Tamala again started the massaging and pulling of Suckle's breasts.

"Lynn ... Lynn did you say a plane?" David asked.

"Yes ... yes ... I'm catching ... oh, God ... I'm catching my ... my plane ... now," Suckle answered breathing rapidly from the workings of her fingers in her own pussy in coordination with Miss Tamala's manipulation of her breasts and nipples.

Lynn, you sound like you're out of breath. Is something wrong?" David's excited voice came over the speaker phone.

Miss Tamala almost burst out laughing, but she held it in. "The stupid fucking honky," she thought to herself. "If he could only see this white bitch right now."

"Yes ... yes," Suckle answered between little gasps of air, "yes, I'm running to catch my plane. That's why I'm breathing hard," Suckle had improvised this last answer. It wasn't on the sheet of paper containing her instructions.

"Listen Lynn, where can I reach you ... please Lynn ..." David continued trying to talk to Suckle.

"I'll call ... oh, oh, ... I'll call you when I get ... when I get a chance," Suckle finally got the words out, again in a highly aroused state and breathing even more rapidly as she was getting close to reaching the 'point of no return.'

"Hang up," Suckle heard Miss Tamala whisper in her ear.

Suckle immediately obeyed putting the phone back on the phone platform.

Immediately Miss Tamala grabbed the hand Suckle was using to masturbate herself and pulled it away. "Stop, you fucking rotten pig," can't you control yourself?" Miss Tamala shouted at Suckle.

Suckle was confused at this action by Miss Tamala. "After all," Suckle thought to herself, "Mistress put my hand there ... why is she yelling at me?"

Miss Tamala walked in front of Suckle's chair. "Put your hands back on your thighs and sit up straight. Push your face outward so I can see and reach it better," Miss Tamala told Suckle in that stern voice tone.

"Yes ... yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala ... Suckle is sorry Mistress," Suckle replied as she did as she was told still confused as to why her Mistress was displeased with her. Suckle wanted to defend herself verbally, explaining to her Mistress that she thought when Mistress Tamala put her hand between her legs she thought she had permission ... but she didn't make a sound! She remained silent and obeyed her Mistress's last order.

When Suckle had pushed her face outward she saw her Mistress's hand go above her head. Then in what seemed like a split second she felt the hard slap on her face first ... another split second and she heard the sound as Miss Tamala's hand as it made contact with her face. The slap was so hard it rocked the chair Suckle was sitting on almost causing Suckle to fall over. The pain from the slap seemed to sink deeply into Suckle's cheek and she immediately began to cry, her sobs filling the office they were in. Yet, even though Suckle was feeling this pain on her face, even though her sobs were loud enough to be heard, somehow her thought processes told her to put her face back in the position her Mistress had ordered.

Miss Tamala smiled at the 'robot-like' obedience of Suckle. Her hand stung from slapping Suckle's face. As she watched the bright redness build up on Suckle's face from the slap and as she watched Suckle, obviously in pain, push her face out again in obedience she could feel the wetness starting to flow deep in her vagina. Miss Tamala loved this part of her control over Suckle. She loved to bring Suckle to the brink of an orgasm and then deny her release. She even loved the see the tears flowing down Suckle's pretty white face making the redness there brighter and even more visible.

"Again I will tell you ... you are never, never to cum without my permission. Do you understand that clearly now you uncontrollable little slut?" Miss Tamala yelled again at Suckle.

"Yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle understands. "But ...," Suckle again thought about trying to explain to Miss Tamala that she really thought she had been given permission to masturbate ... but again she remained silent. Suckle knew there was no use. "After all," Suckle thought to herself, "her beautiful Mistress is never wrong. How could she be? Wasn't she intelligent, successful and beautifully strong? No, no," Suckle continued thinking to herself, "it's me ... it's stupid me ... I am just too dumb."

"Suckle is sorry Mistress Tamala ... Suckle the whore is sorry she is too dumb to understand Mistress Tamala ... please Mistress, please forgive Suckle ... ah, Suckle the dumb whore," Suckle was pleading with Miss Tamala in a tearful and sincere voice.

Again Miss Tamala was ecstatic to see her young and pretty slave begging for her forgiveness and using her own words trying as hard as she could to please her Mistress. It was the most sincere begging she had heard or seen from Suckle yet and it thrilled her to watch the disintegration of Suckle's will and character. She could feel the wetness dripping from her vagina and it was all she could do to control herself. She picked up a few tissues, grabbed Suckle's hair and pulled her head back. Then she roughly started to wipe the tears from Suckle's face.

"Stop crying stupid," she commanded Suckle. "We still have a lot of business to take care of.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered trying as hard as she could to hold her tears back. It took a few more minutes for Suckle to get herself under control. When Miss Tamala had dried her face, Suckle sat back up in the chair with her back against the back of the chair, her breasts pushed out and her hands on her thighs. Miss Tamala returned to the chair on the other side of the desk. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a very long tee white shirt with the words 'dumb cunt' written on the front in large black letters.

"Read what this tee shirt says and then put it on," Miss Tamala said in a stern voice, "I am getting sick of looking at your puny excuse for a body."

"Yes, Mistress," Tamala said as she reached for the tee shirt and read what it said on the front.

"Read what it says on front out loud," Miss Tamala ordered Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," replied Suckle. "It says 'dumb cunt,' Mistress.

"Do you think it appropriately describes you?" Miss Tamala asked Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered feeling the embarrassment of her acknowledgement of this demeaning name seep through her very being.

"Then continue putting it on," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

Suckle obeyed. The tee shirt fell over Suckle's shoulders and fell downward until it reached the top of her thighs. Then she returned her hands to her now covered thighs. Suckle was surprised when she saw Miss Tamala pick up a card board box and empty its contents on the almost bare desk top. The box contained almost all of Suckle's personal belonging. Even the contents of her purse had been emptied on the desk top. The only furnishing left was her wallet. Now Suckle watched again as Miss Tamala emptied her wallet on the desk top. Out fell her driver's license, credit cards, pictures and business cards. After Miss Tamala was satisfied the wallet was emptied, she threw the wallet back into the box.

Miss Tamala opened another desk drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. She placed them in front of Suckle, got up from her desk, picked up a waste basket, walked around the desk and placed it in front of Suckle. Then she returned to the opposite side of the desk.

Miss Tamala began going through the contents on her desk. She pushed Suckle's lipstick, perfume, and a few other cosmetics in front of Suckle.

"Throw this junk in the basket," she told Suckle. "I will decide what kind of makeup, if any, you wear."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," answered Suckle as did as she was told dropping the items in the waste basket.

Next Miss Tamala laid out a number of pictures in front of Suckle that had been in her wallet. "Tell me who these people are," she ordered Suckle.

Suckle bend over the desk. "This one is my girlfriend Maria. This one is me and David. This one is David's class picture. This one is a picture of my Mom and Dad," Suckle was saying as she described the pictures one by one to her Mistress.

Miss Tamala picked up the picture of Maria. The picture was taken from the waist up. "This fucker looks like she could have the makings of a good whore for me," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Do you think she would make a good cunt lapper like you whore?" Miss Tamala continued, changing the tone of her voice more to a teasing sound now. She was enjoying making Suckle think of herself as a 'cunt lapper' and making her think of her girlfriend in this same manner.

"I ... I don't know Mistress," Suckle answered.

"I ... I ... is that what I heard?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle chastising her somewhat in a little louder voice.

"I ... I mean ... ah ... Suckle is sorry Mistress. Suckle doesn't know Mistress," Suckle replied realizing her mistake.

"Suckle doesn't know what," Miss Tamala strung Suckle along, making her 'vocalize' as Dr. Mary had taught her.

"Ah ... ah ... Suckle doesn't know if ... ah ... if Maria would ... ah ... if Maria would be a good ... ah ... a good cunt lapper like me ... ah ... like Suckle ... I mean like Suckle the whore," Suckle found herself struggling to put her answer to her Mistress's question in the form her Mistress expected it.

Miss Tamala was pleased watching Suckle struggling to learn what was expected of her. "Damn," Miss Tamala thought to herself. "It is so much fun training this bitch. I wish Dr. Mary was here to watch."

"Cut it up and throw it in the waste basket," Miss Tamala told Suckle. "Her lips are too thin anyway. I don't think she could get a good grip on my clit with those thin lips."

Suckle picked up the scissors and cut up Maria's picture. Again Suckle found herself getting slightly aroused at the ease with witch these 'crude' words flowed so freely from her Mistress's beautiful lips.

"Cut up the picture of you and David," she said to Suckle.

Suckle obeyed throwing the cut up pieces in the waste basket.

"Your mother and father have passed on, haven't they," Miss Tamala asked Suckle trying to make sure the research she had done on the old 'Lynn Langley' was correct.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered.

"Cut up the picture. It's time to move on," Miss Tamala said. "You belong to me now anyway. Your Mistress and owner should always be the only one on your mind. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Tamala. Suckle understands," Suckle answered.

"I'm going to save this class picture of David. He looks stupid to me. When you make your evening bowel movement, you will put this dumb picture in your shit can and shit on it," Miss Tamala said. "I think that would be an appropriate end to that relationship."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered finding herself a little shocked at what she was being told to do with David's class picture. Suckle also found herself amazed at the way her Mistress's thought processes worked. "Who else in the world would think of making me shit on my fiancé's picture," Suckle thought to herself. And yet, just the thought of completing this 'task' on the orders of her beloved and beautiful new owner made the little submissive 'trigger' go off in Suckle's mind adding to her feeling of arousal. Suckle wasn't sure if it was the thought of actually shitting on David's picture or the act of obedience to her Mistress in doing this that made that trigger go off.

Miss Tamala put Suckle's driver's license and credit cards in her desk drawer without any explanation. Of course, Suckle didn't expect any explanation. Her Mistress could do any thing she wanted to do at any time without explanation to anyone. The only thing left on the desk after Miss Tamala had thrown Suckle's remaining purse items away was a small medicine bottle. Miss Tamala was well aware that this bottle contained Suckle's birth control pills.

"And what is in this bottle?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle as though she didn't know.

"Ah, they are ... ah, my ... ah, Suckle's birth control pills," Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala laughed. "Throw the fucking things away whore," Miss Tamala said in a laughing tone of voice. "I will decide when to breed you. And I can guarantee you right now, you dumb slut, it won't be any normal breeding. Dr. Mary takes frequent trips to Africa and always expressed a desire to see a white girl bred by some of the native people who still live deep in the jungles there. I think I would like to witness that too. I think watching you getting bred in that fashion would be very exciting for me, don't you think?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle as though she was holding a everyday type of conversation.

"Oh, yes ... ah ... yes," Suckle was trying to answer and yet she was terribly frightened. Even her lips were trembling as she tried to absorb what Miss Tamala had just told her. "Bred ... Africa ... Natives ..." Suckle was trying to think of what that meant. "Would Mistress really do that?" Suckle continued thinking to herself.

Miss Tamala watched Suckle intently. She watched Suckle's lips trembling and the little tremors of fear shake her body slightly. "It is so delicious taking the last little bit of willpower and self esteem from this pretty little white bastard," Miss Tamala was thinking to herself. She felt the force of her dominant power surge through her body as she rubbed her thighs together hardly able to control her arousal watching her young frightened slave.

"Are you too stupid to answer?" Miss Tamala asked Suckle in a louder tone of voice snapping Suckle out of her thoughts.

"No, no, ... ah, no, Mistress Tamala ... ah ...

"Well," Miss Tamala interrupted Suckle stumbling voice.

"Yes ... yes, Mistress Tamala, yes, Suckle thinks it would be very exciting for her Mistress to see Suckle bred by natives in Africa," Suckle replied without stumbling on a word this time.

Miss Tamala got a big smile on her face. The training of Suckle was making astounding progress and Miss Tamala was pleased. She was tempted to get up, pull her panties down and fuck Suckle's face right there she was getting so aroused. Miss Tamala longed to feel Suckle's tongue again, to feel her lips take her clit in between them, to suck just as she had taught her. Her body was alive with the electrical currents of arousal pulsating deep in her vagina. But she kept her self control. There were other things she had planned for this morning.

Instead Miss Tamala got up and walked around the desk to stand in front of Suckle. Suckle braced herself because she felt sure she was about to be punished for something again. "Probably a slap in the face," Suckle thought to herself, her face still feeling the effects of the last slap. She pressed her lips together trying to brace herself for what ever was to come. Suckle wasn't looking up at the towering Miss Tamala. Instead she kept her face pushed outward but diverted her eyes so she didn't have to look into her Mistress's face.

Miss Tamala reached down with her hand cupped Suckle's chin and tipped her head upward. "Look into my eyes little piggy," Miss Tamala said to Suckle in a very gent tone of voice. "You would do anything for your Mistress, wouldn't you ... anything in the world that would bring me pleasure and excitement ... wouldn't you little white whore," Miss Tamala continued.

Suckle felt a feeling of tenderness sweep over her at her Mistress's gentle sounding voice and the feel of her beautiful bronze brown hand under her chin.

"Yes ... oh, yes, yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered feeling a wave of excitement in this, another moment of surrender. "Suckle would ... oh, yes ... Suckle would do anything for you Mistress Tamala," Suckle continued in a tone of voice that left no doubt she sincerely meant every word she said.

"Good, very good girl ... your Mistress is very happy with the way your 'education' is progressing ... very, very pleased," Miss Tamala said as 'petted' Suckle's still damp head. Then Miss Tamala bent over and kissed Suckle on the forehead again.

Suckle was blissful again. She found it hard to believe she had gotten so many compliments from her Mistress. "Good girl, very good girl," the words were filling Suckle's submissive mind and triggering all her submissive emotions. "And a kiss on the forehead too," she thought to herself.

"My Suckle the whore has been such a good girl that I'm going to dress you and take you out for breakfast," Miss Tamala said to a still blissful Suckle. "You are going to meet two of my very good friends. Their names are Mistress Lyric and Master Rudee. See little piggy," Miss Tamala continued, "your Mistress told you obedience brings rewards."

Again Suckle was delightfully surprised. Suckle no longer felt like a young twenty-six year old attractive woman, a law student about to enter her last year of law school and just about to find her place in the world. Now, in front of this beautiful, strong African American woman, the woman who had taught her to taste and worship at all her 'secret' places, the woman who had brought discipline into her life ... now she felt like a little child who had been given a 'good grade' by her teacher.

"Let's see if that little dumb brain of yours can remember how to say thank you," Miss Tamala said to Suckle her voice changing into the 'teacher' mode again. Miss Tamala turned so her ass was just a few inches from Suckle's face. She pulled down her panties and pulled up her skirt. Then she waited ...

It was only a moment before she felt Suckle's hot breath on her left ass cheek. Then she felt Suckle's lips kiss that cheek and linger for just a moment. Then she felt Suckle's hot breath on her right ass cheek, then the hot lips. Still Miss Tamala didn't move ... she just waited. She wanted to see how well Suckle learned to pay her 'respect' to her. She didn't have to wait long. She felt Suckle's breath in the vicinity of her ass cheeks, then felt her nose press between her ass cheeks ... then the lips, the lips of her 'student,' her 'intern' ... then the hot wet tongue push against the 'rosebud' and in ... and out ... and in and out ....

As soon as Suckle's nostrils picked up the scent of Miss Tamala's ass she was in another world. The more she pushed her nose between the ass cheeks the stronger the scent got and the stronger the scent got the more Suckle knew she was reaching the 'secret' place ... a place not many white girls her age got to explore. As she felt her Mistress's big brown and warm ass cheeks envelop her face she could resist no longer. She kissed, and then sucked with her tongue ... just the way she was taught ... in and out ... in and out. Given the choice, Suckle felt like she could stay here forever, especially when she heard her Mistress's moans and whimpers of pleasure her 'sucking' was causing. How Suckle loved to bring her Mistress pleasure. But after a few minutes she felt Miss Tamala pull away.

"Come with me little dumb cunt," Miss Tamala said reading from the printing on the tee shirt Suckle wore, "it's time for me to dress you up like my little white doll and let you meet my special friends," Miss Tamala said.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," replied Suckle as she followed her Mistress in obedience.