The Interns

Chapter XVIII----The "Bamboo Room"

The "Bamboo Room" ... the 'brain child' of Madame Sheri and Master Klan. Both Madame Sheri and Master Klan were of 'oriental' lineage although little was known of their origin. Dr. Mary had been introduced to them by Mistress Katrina on one of her European tours ten years ago. Mistress Katrina had told Dr. Mary that this 'couple' were 'specialists' in Asiatic methods of 'mind control' and 'dominance' and were 'world traveled.' They held duel citizenships in America and Thailand although it was never made clear if Thailand was their birth place. They were very 'secretive' about their personal affairs although Dr. Mary had found out that they held 'business' interests in America, Thailand, and in a few European countries.

Dr. Mary had observed Madame Sheri and Master Klan demonstrate their unique abilities at an 'exposition' hosted by Mistress Katrina at her home while visiting her and was immediately fascinated by the severe methods of training they had imposed on some of the women in the servitude of Mistress Katrina. Over the next few years, Dr. Mary had made trusted friends of both Madame Sheri and Master Klan. Thus, Dr. Mary had become a 'business' partner to them when they proposed opening the 'Bamboo Room' in an area nearby her medical practice.

Eventually, Dr. Mary had introduced Miss Tamala to both Madame Sheri and Master Klan. All four had become trusted friends, limited business partners, and shared their experiences in the dominant/submissive lifestyle as well as their knowledge of the many 'disciplines' and 'equipment' available to obtain the goals they wished to achieve to 'enrich' their lifestyles as well as fulfill their sexual desires.

The 'Bamboo Room' itself was a very private club and fine dining facility located on the outskirts of Washington, DC., and was build on one hundred acres of heavily wooded land close to the Blue Ridge Mountains. The surrounding five acres around the actual building called the 'Bamboo Room' was beautifully landscaped to resemble an Asian dining facility complete with 'water' gardens, exotic plant species, etc. The 'Bamboo Room' facility also served as the home of Madame Sheri and Master Klan. They occupied a beautifully furnished and large apartment on the second floor. Immediately, when going through the 'security' gates and entering the grounds of the 'Bamboo Room' a person would have the reaction of leaving everything 'American' and suddenly being in a place that was all 'Asian' as though you had completely left one country and entered another.

This is where Miss Tamala was taking Suckle for 'brunch' on this beautiful late Saturday morning. Of course, Miss Tamala had called Madame Sheri to 'make' reservations.

As Miss Tamala's car left her 'estate' Suckle was sitting in the back seat in a position that her Mistress instructed her to be in. Suckle's hair had dried and the braids Miss Tamala had made in her hair were shining from the hair spray she had used on them. Miss Tamala was observing Suckle through the rear view mirror. She could see Suckle's image from the waist up, the rest of her body hidden by the height of the car seats.

Miss Tamala was staring, in between driving, at the way she had applied the 'make-up' to Suckle's face. She admired the large 'perfect' round circles she had 'painted' with rouge on Suckle's face cheeks, the almost 'perfect' shape of a 'heart' she had 'painted' on Suckle's lips with the lipstick going outside of Suckle's normal lip line to accentuate the shape of the heart. Along with the red bows in her braids, the black patent leather shoes and the knee height white cotton socks, the make-up had the effect of making Suckle look years younger than her twenty-six years. "If Suckle wasn't breathing and making small movements sitting there with perfect posture and the palms of her hands on her thighs, someone seeing her would think I was transporting a mannequin of some sort," Miss Tamala was thinking to herself.

Miss Tamala also admired the 'brooch' or 'pendant' that was hanging from Suckle's neck. It felt 'exciting' to see her own likeness imbedded in that pendant signifying her ownership of this pretty white bitch. The contrast of Miss Tamala's beautiful bronze brown face in the photograph hanging low into the cleavage of Suckle's breasts also added to the exhilarating feeling of 'ownership' surging through her thought processes. Miss Tamala smiled to herself as she decided that now was the time to add a few last minute 'ornaments' to her 'live and breathing' doll.

"Here whore," Miss Tamala said to Suckle as she handed Suckle a small jewelry box that she had picked up from the front seat of the car. "These are your ear earrings. Put one of them on."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied as she reached to take the jewelry box from her Mistress.

Miss Tamala slowed the car purposely to see the expression on Suckle's face when she saw her 'earrings.'

When Suckle opened the box her eyes took on an awestruck appearance. She looked at the three pieces of jewelry in the box but didn't move to retrieve any of the pieces until her Mistress's voice brought her back to reality.

"Well?" Miss Tamala blurted out while staring at Suckle in the rear view mirror. "Are you going to make me repeat myself dummy?"

"Aahh, no, no, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered immediately remembering what seemed like Miss Tamala's long ago warning early in her very first 'interview' not to make Miss Tamala 'waste her breath' by making her repeat herself.

Suckle picked up one of the earrings and held it between her thumb and forefinger and again looked at it. Hanging down one inch from the 'clasp' of the earring was a two inch exact replica of an 'erect penis and testicles,' finished in life-like color and cast in some kind of metal. The very 'head' of the penis was colored in bright red as though to accentuate its existence. The whole earring itself was quite heavy to the feel of Suckle's fingers. Again Suckle was transfixed by what she 'considered' the obscenity of the earring.

Then Suckle, withdrawing herself from her fixation, remembered her Mistress's orders to 'put the earring on.' Quickly, out of fear of making Miss Tamala repeated herself, Suckle picked the earring up to her ear, unhooked the clasp, ran the clasp through her pierced ear lobe and tightened it back up. The earring was now in place and Suckle's first impression of the earring being 'heavy' was correct as she felt the weight of it pulling and stretching her ear lobe downward.

Suckle held the jewelry box still containing the other two 'pieces of jewelry' in one hand while looking ahead. Her eyes met the large black eyes of Miss Tamala staring back at her in the rear view mirror.

"Sweet, my dumb little whore," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "Looks to me like that earring was made just for you. Don't you have anything to say to your Mistress for the gift she just gave you?"

"Oh, oh, yes ... ah, I ... Suckle thanks you for her gift Mistress," Suckle replied a little upset with herself for not thinking of thanking Miss Tamala on her own and without being reminded of her 'manners.'

"Look at the earring left in the box and describe it to me," Miss Tamala told Suckle.

Suckle looked down in the box. Her lips began to tremble a bit. Her mind was working hard trying to think of just the right words to say ... the right way to describe the 'ornament' on the earring. "Oh God, Suckle was thinking to herself, "how am I going to do this." Again she started to shake a little bit knowing that she was going to have to use 'words' that in the past she would never even dream of using.

Then Suckle began to speak. "Ah, ah, it's ... it looks ... Suckle thinks it looks like ... it's a man's thing ...," Suckle was stammering, wondering in her own mind if she was capable obeying Miss Tamala's orders.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala was laughing at Suckle. "A man's thing ... ha, ha, ha ... a man's thing. That's rich you stuttering idiot," Miss Tamala's voice tone was changing from a 'high pitched' laugh to a 'stern ridiculing' tone emphasizing the fact that Suckle was unable to answer in a straight forward way. "It's a man cock and balls, dummy," Miss Tamala yelled at Suckle. "Now describe it correctly."

Just a few moments ago before leaving Miss Tamala's house, Suckle was so sure in her own mind that she had accepted her 'submissive role' in her 'new life.' And as a 'reward' and an acknowledgement of that acceptance she was given a 'good girl' ... even a kiss, a kiss on the forehead from her precious Mistress. Now she was full of fear again ... fear of not being capable of living up to her Mistress's expectations.

"It's ... it's a man's cock and balls ... the earring has a man's cock and balls attached to it Mistress Tamala." Suckle made just one little hesitation in answering this time and although she was still a little surprised at the words leaving her own mouth she was still happy with herself at her improvement in not sounding like she was stuttering again.

"That's right bitch," Miss Tamala said to Suckle. "You get to wear one now. The other earring you will have to earn."

After Miss Tamala finished talking to Suckle, she paused looking at Suckle again through her image in the rear view mirror. She watched Suckle as her words 'have to earn' began to sink into Suckle's mind and waited to see if Suckle dared say anything. Suckle just 'frowned' a bit, as though she was trying to make sense of Miss Tamala's last statement.

Then Miss Tamala broke the silence. "Today, my little pig, your education will take a new turn. Today you will earn your other earring. You will soon have your first training session in cock sucking. Do you understand?"

"Ahh, Ahh, yes ... ah, Suckle understands, Mistress Tamala," Suckle answered not sure if she really understood the implications of what Miss Tamala just told her.

As Suckle was trying to make sense of Miss Tamala's last statement the cell phone in her car rang. Miss Tamala pushed a button on the hands free cell phone console.

"Hello," Miss Tamala said into the microphone.

"Hello, Miss Barker?" the obviously male voice replied.

"Yes, this is Miss Barker," Miss Tamala said.

"Hi ... this is Tom Markum. How are you today?" came the reply.

"Oh yes, Mr. Markum ... I'm very good sir, and how are you sir," Miss Tamala said.

"Good, very good. Just thought I would pass some good news on to you," the male voice said. "The contracts you have submitted bids on look like they are in good shape and it looks very good for your company."

"Well that's just wonderful, just wonderful, Mr. Markum," Miss Tamala replied in a very pleasing business tone of voice.

Suckle was listening to the conversation taking place right in front of her and was amazed at how different Miss Tamala's voice sounded. This was a side of Miss Tamala she had never really seen since coming here for her interview for the internship. This was the 'intelligent, highly-educated' business woman that Suckle had read about in Miss Tamala Barker's business profile when she was considering applying for the 'internship' with her company in the first place. This was the Tamala Barker that became a very successful and wealthy business woman.

"Yes, I thought you would be pleased with the results. That's why I wanted to reach you today. I'll be calling on you some time next week. My secretary will make an appointment with you," the male voice on the phone console speaker said.

"Yes, yes, I certainly am pleased," Miss Tamala replied. "Oh, by the way, I met your wife at the conference a few weeks ago. She is very attractive."

"Well thank you, Miss Barker," the male voice replied. "She mentioned the fact that she met you and she was very impressed with your credentials and I might add with your company. I may as well tell you she had a lot to do with my final decision in awarding these contracts."

"Well, that's nice to know. Your wife and I had a pretty long chat and became pretty good friends while we were at the conference. You're a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife," Miss Tamala said to the male voice.

"Thank you. I know I'm a pretty lucky man," the male voice replied. "Oh, by the way, she said to thank you for the 'gift' whatever that means."

"Oh, no problem, Mr. Markum. No problem at all. I'm glad she ... ah ... I'm glad she enjoyed ... ah ... found it pleasing. Tell your wife I will be in touch with her again soon," Miss Tamala replied.

"Ok, I'll do that. I look forward to getting these contracts done. I'll be in touch with you soon," the male voice said. "Good-bye for now and have a great day."

"Well thank you for calling me, and yes, yes. I do intend to have a great day. Good-bye for now," Miss Tamala said as she clicked the cell phone console button to 'off.'

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala began to laugh out loud. "The dumb motherfucker doesn't know his wife is bisexual. She likes to have her pussy sucked. I sent Piglet up to her to spend a weekend. Piglet must have done a good job. You see whore, that's why you have to learn to be a good cocksucker. I can make use of you in my business.

Suckle was shocked at the change back in the tone of Miss Tamala's voice. Just a moment ago while discussing 'business' with Mr. Markum, Miss Tamala's voice sounded so intelligent, so soft and business-like. As soon as she cut the cell phone off, the 'other' Miss Tamala returned. It was almost as though Miss Tamala had two distinct personalities ... one that the 'every day' world saw and another that Suckle saw. One of Miss Tamala's 'personalities' was so confident and comforting and the other was so domineering and commanding. But Suckle didn't get too long to dwell on her thoughts before she heard the loud firm voice of her Mistress.

"Did you hear what I said?" Miss Tamala said to Suckle.

"Yes, Mistress Tamala, Suckle heard you Ma'am," Suckle replied, the sound of fear very apparent in her voice as she tried to appease her Mistress with her answer.

"Good," said Miss Tamala as she turned the car into the driveway and in front of the large 'security gates' blocking the entrance to the Bamboo Room. Miss Tamala stopped the car in front of numerical key pad and rolled down the driver's side window. She then punched a few numbers into the key pad and the gates in front of the car opened up. "I want you to understand that you are to treat everyone you meet here with deep respect. As I introduce you, you will address every female as 'Mistress' and every male as 'Master.' They are all your superiors. You must always remember that you are 'property' ... my property. You have been granted a precious opportunity to serve me, to feast and capture my scent at all my secret places and to savor my very essence. Never forget that. I can just as easily throw you out in the street like garbage ... just like the weak bag of shit you are. Do you understand?" Miss Tamala continued 'lecturing' Suckle.

"Oh ... yes, yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle was quick with her answer. "Yes, Mistress Tamala Ma'am, Suckle understands."

Miss Tamala smiled to herself when she heard Suckle adding the 'Ma'am' to her answers. It sounded to Miss Tamala like Suckle was trying extra hard to please her and that was a good sign. It was a positive indication that Suckle was sinking deeper and deeper in her sincerity to totally surrender her will and body to Miss Tamala.

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Suckle had noticed the sign on the large brick pillars that the security gates were attached to. The sign read: 'The Bamboo Room," "Private—Members Only." And immediately Suckle was 'lost' in the Asian décor of the gardens on both sides of the driveway. As the car pulled up to the large front door, Suckle again felt as though she was entering a world that was so different from the one she was used to.

Miss Tamala got out of the car on the driver's side, came around to the back door of the passenger's side, opened the door and said, "Get out whore, and remember my instructions. Follow my lead and do not speak unless I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress Tamala," Suckle replied as she got out of the car. A new sense of fear ran through Suckle's mind as she realized that she was actually going to be seen by other people dressed the way she was.

As Miss Tamala led Suckle to the front door, Suckle noticed the large Chinese dragon carved into the highly polished wood of the door. Just as Miss Tamala reached to open the door, it opened by itself as though someone on the inside had opened it and was waiting for their arrival.

As soon as the door opened a very beautiful oriental woman stepped out and put her hand out to Miss Tamala. "Ah, so good ... so good you come again," the beautiful woman said in an oriental dialect to Miss Tamala.

Suckle stared at the beauty of this woman. She had a somewhat narrow face that was splendidly make up. The almond-shaped eyes matched her perfect small nose. Her hair was jet black and was pulled back with a number of large glistening combs to just in back of her neck. The woman's hair hung down from that point at the base of her neck to almost her waist running the full length of her back. She wore a very bright purplish color, what only can be described as a 'kimono' of some sort. It had very wide sleeves, was loose fitting and was tightened around her waist with a large orchid flowered sash. The woman wore high heeled shoes that ended with the 'sharpest' points in the front toe area that Suckle ever saw. Suckle even wondered for a moment how someone's toes could possibly fit in a pointed area like that. Suckle watched in wonder as she saw Miss Tamala take the oriental woman's hand, bend down as if in a semi bow and kiss the back of her hand. For a moment Suckle had the impression that Miss Tamala was observing the superiority of the oriental woman by going through this sort of 'kissing of the hand' ritual. Again Suckle was brought back to the reality by the sound of Miss Talama's voice.

"Madame Sheri, this is my newest property Suckle," Miss Tamala told Madame Sheri.

Suckle was dumbfounded for a moment as she realized she was being 'introduced' for the first time to another woman as Miss Tamala's property. But at the sound of Miss Tamala's words and the realization that she was being exposed to a stranger as 'property' Suckle could feel a new sensation racing through her submissive mind and the awakening of that little 'pulse' of excitement deep in her vagina.

"Ah, good, good ... Suckle, good ... Madame Sheri like name ... you give name, yes?" Madame Sheri asked Miss Tamala in her oriental accent and that little soft high pitched sounding voice that one usually found in women of oriental descent.

"Yes, I named it Suckle," Miss Tamala said to Madame Sheri. "It has a good long tongue and likes to suck. That's why I named it Suckle," Miss Tamala continued addressing Madame Sheri. "But it is stupid and needs to have a better education in the 'service arts' than I can give it. So I talked to Dr. Mary and she recommended bringing it to you. Kneel down and kiss Madame Sheri's feet you stupid moron," Miss Tamala turned and shouted at Suckle.

Suckle was filled with another new fear. Never before, in the presence of Miss Tamala, Dr. Mary, or even Piglet had she been referred to as an 'it.'

Suckle 'gulped' as she heard herself being call an 'it' over and over again. Yet, there it was again! She could feel those little 'contractions' in her vagina. A flash of 'worthlessness' filled Suckle deep within herself ... and that feeling was having a sexual affect on her mind ... and body. Suckle, without saying a word or making a sound, dropped down to her knees and began to kiss the sharp toed highly polished leather high heel shoes of Madame Sheri.

Ah, I see ... I see," Madame Sheri replied to Miss Tamala while looking down at the kneeling Suckle kissing first one of her shoes and then the other. "We take care ... no worry ... Madame Sheri take care," Madame Sheri continue talking to Miss Tamala. "I give first lesson now ... you watch."

Suckle was just starting to pick her head up from kissing Madame Sheri's shoes when she heard the high pitched kindly sounding voice of the oriental woman above her.

"No ... no, keep head down ... Suckle keep head down," Madame Sheri was telling Suckle as she looked down at her kneeing body. Then as though to emphasize her directions, Madame Sheri picked up one of her feet, put it on the back of Suckle's head and without any further warning rapidly pushed Suckle's head down the remaining six inches until her forehead hit the marble tile walkway with a thumping sound loud enough for Miss Tamala to hear.

"See ... see ... down with head ... down, down, down," Suckle heard that 'high pitched' oriental voice of Madame Sheri above her becoming more firm in its tone. "When you kiss Madame Sheri's shoes you lick also ... use tongue ... see ... see. Use tongue, lick, kiss, use tongue, lick, kiss, use tongue," Madame Sheri was now yelling at the kneeling Suckle as though it was part of a 'drill' that Suckle was required to learn.

Suckle was startled to feel the push on the back of her head. The sudden pain of her forehead hitting the hard marble walkway made Suckle see little flashes of light blink before her eyes. 'Lick, kiss, use tongue, lick, kiss, use tongue,' the words were going through Suckle's mind as though it was part of a cadence of some sort. Then Suckle felt the shoe of Madame Sheri being placed under her head again and close to her mouth. Instantly the scent of the leather shoes mixed with the scent of feet filled Suckle's nostrils. Suckle felt a little dizzy from the aroma that was filling her senses and with the sexual sensation of doing something so subservient in front of these two very beautiful and superior women.

Almost immediately Suckle pushed her tongue out and began licking the toe area of the polished leather pointed high heel shoe of Madame Sheri. First she licked the leather softly, then kissed, stuck her tongue out further and licked again, then kissed. Suckle began to feel the 'lust' build up in her loins and she swore she could actually feel her nipples getting hard. "God," Suckle thought to herself, "I'm really beginning to feel like a slut ... and I like it!"

"Do better ... always you try to do better ... better, better, better," the words of Madame Sheri came at Suckle rapidly now. Madame Sheri reached over by the entrance to the door and picked up what appeared to be a 'long bamboo cane' at least four feet long. The bottom part of the 'cane' was a good two inches thick and tapered at the tip to about one half inch. It was one of the thickest canes Miss Tamala had ever seen as she watched Madame Sheri closely.

Madame Sheri looked at Miss Tamala who was also getting thoroughly aroused watching this 'expert' disciplining and teaching Suckle. "You pick up skirt please ... yes ... you help Madame Sheri please," Madame Sheri said to Miss Tamala pointing at Suckle's short red skirt with the bamboo cane.

"Oh, sure, sure," Miss Tamala replied to Madame Sheri while she reached down to pull Suckle's skirt up over her waist to expose her bare ass cheeks.

"Oh, good, good ... no panties ... good," Madame Sheri said seeing Suckle's bare ass. "Nice white ass ... little small but nice white ass," Madame Sheri kept saying to Miss Tamala as though she was evaluating an animal. Then Madame Sheri turned to Miss Tamala and said in a little soft voice so as not to seem too 'pushy,' "but we made white ass fatter ... ok ... yes?"

"Yes, I would like to have 'it's' ass a lot fatter," Miss Tamala replied to Madame Sheri.

"Good, good ... Dr. Mary know how ... she made white ass fat for you ... don't worry," Madame Sheri said to Miss Tamala in the high pitched innocent sounding voice as though she was trying to reassure her that her wishes could be carried out.

Miss Tamala watched as Madame Sheri put her pointed high heel shoe back on Suckle's head so the heel rested on the top of Suckle's head and the toe was all the way down the back of her head almost reaching Suckle's neck. This forced Suckle forehead back down to the marble tile walkway. With Suckle's head in this position and her knees on the walkway, it forced Suckle's ass high in the air in a steep angle upward. Then Madame Sheri seemed to shift her body somewhat to put a lot of weight on her foot on top of Suckle's head while she raised the bamboo cane high above her head gripping the base of the cane with both of her smallish hands.

Suckle heard the sound coming. It was a sound she heard before. The 'swishing' sound of something cutting air ... a sound she was becoming familiar with. But even though every thing seemed to be moving in slow motion it was also so fast that Suckle's mind couldn't register any logic. Searing pain, deep searing pain, deeper than ever before ... burning, hot, hot, hotter, hottest ...

The sound of the bamboo cane striking Suckle's ass cheek was the sharpest 'cracking' sound Miss Tamala had ever heard. Miss Tamala was watching as the bamboo cane, held in both hands of Madame Sheri, struck the flesh of Suckle's ass cheek. It appeared to Miss Tamala as though the cane sunk at least an inch into the ass flesh and as Madame Sheri picked up the bamboo cane almost instantaneously a large, deep red welt appeared outlining perfectly the imprint of the cane. Miss Tamala stared at the red welt. It was one of deepest red welts she had ever seen. There was no doubt about it. Madame Sheri had put all her strength behind that blow to Suckle's ass.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh, oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ow, ow, ow ... oh God, oh God ... eeeeeeeeee ... aaaaahhhhh, aaahhhh, aahh, ah, ah ... oh, oh, oh my God, oh," the sounds of anguish coming from Suckle's mouth were loud as Suckle literally screamed in pain. She wiggled her ass back and forth, pushed out her leg as though she was somehow trying to get the pain to ease up or better yet to go away. Suckle was breathing rapidly in quick short breaths trying to replenish the air that had escaped from her lungs from the screaming sounds that kept coming from her mouth. Then in what seemed like a complete collapse, Suckle pushed her knees outward as her body went flat on the ground.

"No, no, no ... ass up ... keep ass up in air," Suckle heard the oriental voice of Madame Sheri above her. Madame Sheri's voice was so misleading to Suckle. It had a soft high pitch to it that sounded so kind it would disarm Suckle's fear for a moment. But now Suckle knew that Madame Sheri was no one to 'fool' with. Madame Sheri, Suckle would soon learn, was one of the strictest and sadistic 'trainer's' of slaves in the world.

As Miss Tamala was watching this 'extraordinary expert' giving Suckle her very first lesson in obedience employing the 'Madame Sheri method', she could feel the wetness in her vagina building up again. She could actually feel herself 'dripping' she was getting so aroused at the sight before her eyes.

Suckle was still making whimpering sounds that were kind of 'trailing' off as she was trying so hard to regain some of her composure. Even though she heard the directions coming from Madame Sheri, Suckle was still lying almost flat on the marble tile walkway, still unable to move her ass upward, still breathing deeply although in longer gulps of air. In her mind, Suckle could still hear the words and commands of Madame Sheri ... 'ass up' ... 'ass up' ... but Suckle just was having a hard time making her body obey.

Madame Sheri walked around to the side of Suckle and pushed the bamboo cane under Suckle's waist just above her 'mons pubis' and picked up on the bamboo cane as though she was trying to get Suckle to pick her ass back up in the air.

"Ass up ... ass up ... pig Suckle always keep ass up ... no put ass down even when hit ... pig Suckle learn ... must always keep ass up," Madame Sheri kept talking to Suckle. Suckle could hear her voice and she knew she had to obey, but the pain was so deep and lasting that it was very difficult. Suckle managed to get her legs back into 'half' of a kneeling position. Suckle's screams had been replaced with little sobbing sounds and the tears coming from her eyes were flowing freely and dripping to the marble tiles on the ground. Finally Suckle pushed her ass up with all the remaining strength she had while keeping her forehead on the walkway.

Madame Sheri came back around to the front of Suckle. She stooped down in a 'hunching' position so both of her feet were on either side of Suckle's head. Then with one hand Madame Sheri grabbed a hold of a few of Suckle's braids and pulled her head up roughly and backward far enough so she could look directly into Suckle's face. Suckle's face was soaked with her own tears of agony. The pain was still there on her ass ... and it seemed like it would never ease off or go away.

"You keep ass up ... always ... always," the oriental sounding voice of Madame Sheri filled Suckle's ears again. "You keep ass up in air ... no matter Madame Sheri punish you ... no matter, you pig Suckle, keep ass up in air ... no matter how hard Madame Sheri hit ... you keep ass up in air," Madame Sheri kept telling Suckle in a loud accented voice while shaking Suckle's head back and forth once in a while as though to emphasize her words.

"You look in face of Madame Sheri ... you pig Suckle, look now ...," Madame Sheri said to Suckle pulling her head even further backward to make sure Suckle could look into her face. Suckle saw the beautiful Asian face of Madame Sheri just six inches from her own face. Madame Sheri's excited almond-shaped eyes seemed to be shining brightly with dancing flames of fire. Suckle had never in her life seen such passion in someone's eyes like this before. Even though Suckle's ass was still hot with pain, and even though Suckle could still feel the distressful after effects of her forehead hitting the walkway, Suckle knew she was becoming lost in the strange mysterious domination of this oriental woman.

"Now you learn ... you learn keep ass in air ... always, always ... no matter what," Madame Sheri continued speaking to Suckle as she stared at her eyes. "You pig Suckle ... you pig ... no brain in head ... Madame Sheri teach you pig Suckle. Now you tell Madame Sheri what you learn," Madame Sheri said to Suckle as though she was sure she had driven her 'lesson' to Suckle deep in her thought processes.

Suckle knew an answer was required. She tried to move her mouth but her lips were trembling from the words of Madame Sheri that seemed to be flashing through her brain ... 'now you learn' ... 'keep ass in air' ... 'you pig Suckle' ... 'you pig' ...

"You talk piggy girl ... you tell Madame Sheri what you learn ... NOW!" Madame Sheri screeched at Suckle while shaking her head again back and forth again demanding an answer from Suckle.

"I ... ah ... ah ... Suckle ... no ... pig Suckle ...," Suckle was struggling. Miss Tamala stared again at 'her' Suckle being put through Madame Sheri's 'no nonsense' method of training ... and she loved watching. She loved to see Suckle in this position, stammering to get the correct words out of her mouth ... the words that would satisfy the demands of her trainer. Miss Tamala thought back to just a few days ago at the pretty intelligent young 'Lynn Langley' that came into her office for an interview. She was so well dressed and had the features and physical body of a model and was applying for an 'internship.' "Now look at the bastard," Miss Tamala was thinking to herself. "It's so exciting to be able to break someone's spirit, to take over their mind, will, and body and make them want to satisfy you in any way you wish," Miss Tamala continued thinking and these thoughts also contributed to her arousal.

Miss Tamala was watching as Madame Sheri reached into Suckle's low cut blouse to fondle her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Madame Sheri knew all the tricks. Madame Sheri was the person who taught Miss Talama and Dr. Mary on the finer 'techniques' of dominance. She knew she had to make Suckle understand in her submissive mind, pain, pleasure, and sex were somehow related. As soon as Madame Sheri felt Suckle's nipples harden she knew she had her. She redoubled her efforts, squeezing and pulling, first one breast and one nipple and then the other.

"Now you talk piggy girl ... now you tell Madame Sheri what she teach you," Madame Sheri said into Suckle's face changing her voice to the kind soft high-pitched oriental tone that was intended to lessen Suckle's fear again and give her an incentive to speak.

As soon as Suckle felt Madame Sheri's smallish hands on her breasts and nipples her whole demeanor changed. She found herself even trying to judge the different feel of the hands and fingers now working her breasts and nipples and compare them to Miss Tamala's or even Dr. Mary's. "Madame Sheri's hands were different," Suckle was thinking to herself. "Madame Sheri's fingers pulled slowly and gently, rubbing and pinching slightly in comparison to the more violent pulling and pinching of Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary.

Suckle was becoming awakened sexually. She could feel the first 'contractions' and 'palpitations' of the muscles deep inside of her pussy as the inner lips of her vagina and the outer lips seemed to melt into one and the same. She swore she could even feel her clit becoming engorged with 'anticipation' and ready for the touch that would make her explode. That 'tell tale' smile was forming on her face ... the lustful smile that had an expression all its own, an expression that indicated that Suckle was entering a new emotional state of mind. Now that Suckle was reaching a high state of arousal she was ready to talk ... now Suckle 'wanted' to talk!

"Suckle learn to keep her ass in the air ... yes, Suckle is a pig ... Suckle must learn to use tongue, lick, kiss, use tongue, lick, use tongue ... keep ass in air ... no matter what, keep ass in air," Suckle said.

Suckle was on 'automatic pilot' again. Every fiber in her body was alive and every nerve pulsating with the need for sex. Suckle was off and running. She was even trying to imitate Madame Sheri's voice ... trying to form the words just as she heard them coming from her trainer's mouth. Now that Suckle was fully sexually stimulated nothing else in the world mattered ... just pleasing her trainer, obeying her commands, and thus satisfying the intense heat deep within her own vagina.

"Good, good," Madame Sheri said to Suckle as she moved her own body a little closer to Suckle's head spreading her legs and letting her kimono fall open to expose her legs and the valley in between. "Now you kiss and lick temple of knowledge," Madame Sheri was talking again to Suckle. "Now you show gratitude to teacher. You give thanks at temple of knowledge."

Suckle's nostrils quickly picked up the scent of a woman again. Her nose made little flaring movements as she inhaled in as much of the scent as she could. 'The temple of knowledge' ... the words of Madame Sheri filled Suckle's mind as she looked at the smooth baby-like skin of Madame Sheri's thighs. 'The temple of knowledge' again the words were repeated in Suckle's mind as she saw the silky like mass of jet black pubic hair centered between those thighs. Suckle was moving her head in between Madame Sheri's legs, further and further until the scent coming from there became stronger and stronger.

As Suckle slowly moved her head deeper in the 'valley' of Madame Sheri's spread legs, the 'space' narrowed until Suckle could feel the soft baby-like skin of Madame Sheri's thighs on the cheeks of her face. Madame Sheri's skin felt hot and sweaty on Suckle's face. Suckle's nose touched the silky and soft pubic hairs of Madame Sheri's pussy and immediately and involuntarily Suckle noticed the difference between the texture of Madame Sheri's pubic hair and the pubic hair of Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary. Madame Sheri's pubic hair was so massive, long and soft on Suckle's nose in comparison to the stiff ringlets of Miss Tamala's and Dr. Mary's.

Suckle could feel her heart begin to beat faster in this 'environment' that she was becoming familiar with. The scent of woman, the heat of the skin of another woman's thighs on her face and the wetness of the pubic hairs on Suckle's nose was more than Suckle could take. Her recent 'training' under both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary slowly took over her thought processes as she slowly stuck out her tongue and gathered up the first taste of the juices coming from Madame Sheri's vagina and immediately Suckle knew she had to have more. She moved her head downward until the tip of her nose penetrated the opening of Madame Sheri's vagina at the very top, and then stuck her tongue out as far as she could until she reached the back of the opening.

This was what Suckle really yearned for anymore. She was beginning to love having her head in between another woman's legs. It made every nerve ending in her body tingle with sparks of electricity the likes of which she could never explain to anyone. And when she could feel the exhilaration her tongue was causing by the moans and gasps coming from above her by the 'other woman' her instincts were to try even harder to 'satisfy.'

Madame Sheri had extraordinary big and plump outer vagina lips for a woman of her stature and when Suckle moved her tongue forward to lick at the entire length of the vagina opening these soaking wet 'outer' lips completely covered her mouth. Suckle knew where to go. Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary had taught her well. Suckle was looking for her 'target.' She was using her tongue to search taking her time to 'flick' it in and out a few times at the deepest part of Madame Sheri's pussy. Then Suckle used her 'imagination' as she softly pushed the hood covering Madame Sheri's clit upward with her nose exposing the clitoris. Suckle was where she wanted to be ... she was 'on target.' She ran her tongue over the stiff engorged clit a few times and then clasped it between her lips. Again Suckle's 'training' kicked in as she remembered Miss Tamala's admonition to 'suck on it like it was a pacifier.'

It only took a minute before Suckle heard the words of Madame Sheri somewhere high above her.

"Yes, yes ... you suck ... yes, you worship at temple of knowledge ... aaaahhhhh, oohhhh ... good, good," the excited accented words of this oriental and beautiful woman filled Suckle with profound excitement as she redoubled her efforts to conform to the words coming from Madame Sheri.

Then she felt Madame Sheri's thighs tighten on her face cheeks. Now her face was red hot with the heat and wetness of the sweat coming from the thighs that captured her head. But Suckle wasn't prepared for what happened next. With one final thrust of her hips, Madame Sheri had reached her orgasm. And Suckle actually felt Madame Sheri 'squirt' in her mouth. This was a first for Suckle. Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary had flowed intensely at their orgasm, but Suckle remembered thinking this was an actual 'squirt' with tremendous volume.

Suckle was on fire with desire. She so much wanted to touch herself, to go 'off' and feel the intense shaking of her body in coordination with her hand. But it was not to be. Suckle didn't have 'permission' and by this point in her 'new life' she knew better than to act on her own regardless of the state of her arousal.

As Suckle felt Madame Sheri separate her vagina from her lips and mouth, she felt deep remorse and disappointment knowing that she would be denied her 'release' again. And yet the feeling of taking the full 'blast' of Madame Sheri's orgasm in her mouth and swallowing again and again along with the awareness that she had done exactly as her 'trainer' told her brought a weird sense of satisfaction to Suckle's ever deepening submissive mind. Suckle felt a certain contentment in being a 'good girl' ... even of being a 'good pig' for her 'teacher.'

Miss Tamala had watched with passionate scrutiny at the way in which Madame Sheri, the expert, had taken complete control of Suckle in just a few minutes. But Miss Tamala also knew that Suckle hadn't even begun to understand or experience the depth of Madame Sheri's 'method of training' or just how sadistic Madame Sheri could be. Although Miss Tamala was soaking wet from watching the scene take place before her, she denied herself 'release' too. She was saving herself, saving herself for what she knew would be taking place a little later. Miss Tamala was anxiously awaiting Suckle's first training session on 'cock sucking.'

Madame Sheri had fixed her kimono and retied the sash around her waist. "You kneel up ... up piggy Suckle ... you kneel up straight ... keep back straight," Suckle heard the somewhat relaxed yet firm voice of her oriental trainer.

Suckle lifted her head from its low position to pull herself upward but remained in the kneeling position. She took in a deep breath, straightened her back and sucked in her belly so even in this kneeling position her posture was excellent. She picked her head up to look into the face of Madame Sheri who was standing directly in front of the kneeling Suckle.

Suckle's face, from forehead to chin was completely covered with the abundant and somewhat sticky residue from Madame Sheri's orgasm. Most of the sticky and opaque creamy liquid was around her nose and mouth. Miss Tamala watched as Madame Sheri pushed Suckle's head back so her face was looking upward toward her.

"You open mouth ... open wide," Madame Sheri told Suckle.

Suckle didn't answer but she did as she was told opening her mouth wide. Madame Sheri looked directly into Suckle's mouth. "Yes ... good ... you swallow most of Madame Sheri's gift of knowledge ... good, good girl," Madame Sheri said to Suckle as she moved her forefinger toward Suckle's face.

Madame Sheri gathered up all the creamy substance of her orgasm from Suckle's nose, under her nose, from around her lips and chin and little by little with her forefinger pushed it into Suckle's opened mouth until almost all of the thickest portions disappeared from Suckle's face and was now on her tongue and in her mouth.

"You no waste ... you never waste fruit of knowledge ... delicious fruit come from Madame Sheri's temple of knowledge ... you eat and swallow like good girl," Madame Sheri said to Suckle. "Now you run tongue around mouth ... show Mistress Tamala you love fruit from pussy ... you show Mistress Tamala."

"Temple of knowledge ... pussy," Suckle was thinking to herself. Now she understood what the 'temple of knowledge' that Madame Sheri had been talking about was! It struck Suckle like a bolt of lightning. "It was her pussy," Suckle thought to herself. "She was talking about her pussy." Suckle found it strange and yet sexually exciting to have someone give a name like this to that part of her anatomy. Suckle had a little evil smile on her face as she turned her head toward Miss Tamala and began to run her tongue around her opened mouth as though she was proud to display its contents.

"Ha, ha, ha," Miss Tamala was laughing out loud watching Suckle. "The motherfucker is really getting to be a bigger slut every day, isn't she?"

"Yes ... yes ... good slut ... good slut," Madame Sheri replied to Miss Tamala obviously proud of the little 'exposition' she had just put on for her. "You like?"

"Yes, I liked it very much," Miss Tamala answered Madame Sheri.

"Good, good ... we now go inside?" Madame Sheri said to Miss Tamala.

"Yes, by all means, let's go inside," replied Miss Tamala.

"Wonderfu ... wonderfu ..." Madame Sheri said in her broken and heavily accented English. Then she turned to the still kneeling Suckle. "Now you show Mistress Tamala ... you show how you swallow ... you swallow."

Suckle looked up at her Mistress, closed her mouth and swallowed hard making a loud 'gulping' sound as if to demonstrate that she had indeed swallowed the remains of Madame Sheri's climax. Miss Tamala petted Suckle on the head, the 'puppy pet' that Suckle was so fond of getting for being obedient. As soon as Suckle felt her Mistress's hand going back on forth on her head she got a big smile on her face. She got her 'good girl' and she gotten 'petted' by her Mistress. These little gestures were more important than gold to Suckle any more.

"Now you get up ... yes, you get up ... we go inside," Madame Sheri said to Suckle.

After Suckle got back up to her feet, she followed her Mistress and Madame Sheri to the highly polished wooden door ... the door with the hand craved dragon on it ... the Bamboo Room! Suckle felt herself wondering what was behind these large doors as she walked forward, her ass still hurting, and her forehead still a little sore. Then, a little bit of doubt flashed through her mind. Did she really want to know?