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Chapter 62 : Practical Slave Keeping
When I got back to
the Prep Centre the Owner’s Course was in its final sessions. I looked in on
one of the practical sessions through the viewing panel. The trainee was
sitting in an armchair as Sarah appeared in the room.
“You sent for me,
Sir,” she said.
The trainee looked
uncomfortable. “Yes, err, slave,” he said, “I did.”
There was an
uncomfortable silence.
“What was it you
wanted, Sir?” Sarah said, trying to be helpful.
“Err, oh, err, yes,”
he was fumbling with some papers, obviously his notes from the earlier
sessions. “Ah, yes. Naked. Can you take your clothes
off, slave? I want to see you naked.”
Uncharacteristically,
Sarah looked back blankly at him. I remembered that for some of the sessions
Sarah was supposed to act ‘difficult’.
The trainee seemed
non-plussed by her lack of response. He got to his
feet. “Come on girl, get on with it. Take those clothes off. All
of them. Now!” he blustered. “You’re supposed to do as you are told,
aren’t you? Why won’t you do as I say?”
Sarah stood still,
staring blankly ahead of herself.
“What am I supposed
to do to get you to do as you are told?” The man was looking around him in
confusion. “You’re a slave. Do as you are told! Now!”
“I don’t want to,
Sir. I don’t like taking my clothes off. It’s not nice of you to ask me.”
“Not nice! Not NICE!
What’s nice got to do with it? Look just do as you are
told, will you?”
“No, Sir, I don’t
want to do that.”
The man sank back
into his seat, holding his head in his hands. “Oh this is hopeless,” he said.
“I’m never going to be able to cope with this.”
Sarah walked across
and knelt beside him. “Oh, it’s not so difficult,” she said sympathetically.
“Look, you just have to be firmer with the slave, more decisive. Threaten to punish
them. Actually punish them if necessary. You remember the acronym don’t you? GRIP? Get a GRIP?”
“Oh, yes,” the man
looked more cheerful. “Yes, GRIP. G – Give clear orders, R – Repeat to make
sure they are understood, I – Insist that they are obeyed and threaten if
necessary, P – Punish if they aren’t.” He got to his feet again, pulling
himself up to his full height. “Right, let’s see. You! Get undressed. Now. Straight away. Take off that
blouse immediately and then the skirt. Do it girl!”
Sarah got to her
feet, seeing that he was being much more decisive than before. She still wasn’t
hurrying to comply though.
“Haven’t you
understood? Let me say it again. Take. Off. Your. Clothes. That’s not complicated is it?”
“No, Sir, but..”
“Don’t answer back, I don’t want to hear another word from you until you
are naked. You’ll obey me now,” he said getting into his stride, “and if you
don’t you’ll be beaten.” He pulled a stick from the selection on the wall of
the training room and tapped it on Sarah’s arm. “Come on, unbutton that
blouse.” Sarah still delayed. The tap became a blow and then another on the
other arm. Now Sarah started to work at the buttons of her blouse. “That’s
better,” he said growing in confidence. “Keep going.” Another tap followed as soon
as Sarah showed any sign of slowing. She unfastened the cuffs of the blouse and
pulled it off. “Better,” the man said. “Now the skirt and be quick about it.”
More taps to the arm encouraged Sarah to unfasten the waistband of her skirt
and to unzip it, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. “That’s not
enough. Bra and panties next. Get on with it.” This
time the blow from the cane was heavier and came down on her thighs.
“Oww,”
yelped Sarah in genuine pain, “that hurt.”
“Of course it did,
slave. That’s why you should do as you are told more quickly. Naked, I said and
quickly.” Now Sarah did as she was ordered and was soon standing before the
man, naked except for the collar that she as all slaves in the centre, wore all the time. “That’s better he said. “Now get
over to the wall. Over to the wall. Face it. Hands on your head. That’s right. And stand up straight girl
or you’ll be beaten again. Understand?”
“Yes,
Sir. Sorry,
Sir.” Said Sarah compliantly, obeying the man at once.
As Sarah reached the
wall, the door at the far side of the room opened and one of the trainers came
in. “Well,” he said, “how did that feel?”
“Ah, well,” said the
man, “not too bad. In the end. Bit of a shaky start, I
suppose but OK once I got the hang of it.”
“Hmm,” said the
trainer. “Well remember the ‘get a GRIP’ acronym – that will help. OK let’s go
back to the main room now. Slave,” he called across to the naked Sarah, “get
dressed and that will be all for now.”
“Yes, Sir,” she
said, continuing to stand with her hands on her head until they had left the
room. I wandered around so that I would catch her once she had finished
dressing.
She was still
fastening her blouse as I came into the room. She stopped and looked up.
“That’s all right,
Sarah,” I said. “Carry on.” She returned to buttoning her blouse. “How did the
training sessions go?”
“Umm, OK, I think?
Some of the trainees seem to have caught on quite quickly. Some of the others
are finding it a bit harder.”
“So I saw.”
“Oh,” Sarah went on.
“I wanted to thank you.” I looked puzzled. “I think you saved me from being
shipped off to that awful Emir’s castle. I’d be there now if I wasn’t doing
this, wouldn’t I?” I nodded. “Well it’s a relief. I hadn’t meant to upset Harry
but I was concerned about Cindy, even thought she turned out to be horrible to
me about it but I couldn’t have faced going back there with that dreadful
torture chamber and that awful girl Lauren and …”
Sarah’s monologue
was interrupted by the arrival of one of the guards with a trolley, straps and
gag.
Sarah giggled. “You
don’t need that. I know my way back to my cell,” she said.
The guard looked at
me. I nodded. He grabbed a protesting Sarah and wrestled her onto the trolley
before strapping her on to it. “What’s going on?” she asked as he fastened the
buckles on the straps around her wrists and pulled others across her ankles,
her knees her waist and chest. “Please. What is it?” The guard held up a choice
of gags, the standard ball gag or a thicker plug gag set in a leather strap
that in was held in place by a head harness that locked in place. She was going
to be cross when I told her what was going on. I pointed to the plug and strap
gag.
By the time that was
fastened in place she was struggling against the straps and grunting animatedly.
“I’m sorry that you
didn’t enjoy the Castle, Sarah,” I said. “It’s just that you’re going off there
for a while.” Her muffled squeals took on a more intense tone. “Just for rental, nothing permanent.” More squeals. “I’m
sure Lauren won’t be too bad. Or the other girls.”
Sarah was shaking her head. The guard seeing the problem fastened a strap
across her forehead to stop any risk of her hurting herself. Her squeals of
protest didn’t abate.
The guard reached
into his pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper. “Transport authorisation,” he
said. “Are you signing it?”
I nodded, took it
from him, scribbled my autograph on it and handed it back.
“Thanks,” he said.
“The truck’s waiting.” And with that he wheeled the still protesting Sarah
away.
© 2006 Freddie Clegg
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