Chapter 5
Beth turned toward me, licking his cum from the corners of her mouth. I
saw sadness, concern, and anger vie for attention on her face. She finally gave
me a melancholy smile and said, softly, "Well, Slave Jan, it looks like you will
be earning the name for awhile. So will I.."
The door opened behind me. Beth's eyes registered a resigned
recognition as I turned around. Three people approached, their appearance
renewing my sense of unreality. I couldn't decide which to take in first. My
eyes finally settled on the handsome Cary Grantish looking man in the middle.
Wearing gray slacks and a white business shirt, he stood over six feet and
appeared in good, trim physical shape for being at least in his late forties.
He had gray at the temples of his combed back dark hair, and actually did
resemble the movie star in looks.
On either side of him were two black people. One was a good looking
man, huge in stature. The second was a pretty woman, also tall and solidly
built, but with distinctively feminine lines. Both were dressed in maroon jump
suits with little insignia above the left breast.
They stopped near me and the distinguished gentleman spoke, "I am Doctor
Franks. I, along with other members of your training team, have been observing
and evaluating your performance." He nodded his head toward the large wall
mirror to his left. "Let me start by assuring you that we are not here to blame
you in any way. You have not been found guilty. You simply are who you are, a
very complex and challenging clinical case. Challenging in part due to the
difficulty in assessing a patient who spent the entire evaluation session in a
state of inaction.
"As a matter of sound personnel policy 'blame' is assessed for your
inaction, and it is attributed to your recruiter, now trainer, Beth Smith. To
achieve and maintain the highest level of staff performance, strict disciplinary
measure are imposed, for, after all, it was her responsibility as your initial
point of contact with us, to assure you were prepared to participate in your
first session."
He nodded toward the black man, who went to Beth and put a pair of hand
cuffs on her wrists behind her back, leaving her standing in stockings and heels
with her head bowed. He continued, while I glanced back and forth in confusion
between him and Beth, "Because of the depth of your aversion to men, and other
difficult to treat pathology, it will be necessary to undertake our most
rigorous level of training, Level 10. Cases such as yours require the
achievement of a complete breakdown of resistance."
I knew with a sinking feeling that this wasn't going well, and for the
first time since I walked into the room I found my voice, "I don't want to be
here any longer. You can keep the money, but I want to go home."
He gave me such a sympathetic smile that I felt a surge of hope, then he
said, "I'm very sorry, but if we were to let just one patient opt to stop
training, the integrity, indeed the very foundation principles of 'dare to grow'
would be compromised. It is simply out of the question, and you will neither
ask, nor demand any such special treatment during the balance of your stay."
Speaking as much to the others as to me, he said, "Since this slave
failed to disrobe, we will begin by reducing her to total genital nudity in the
main salon. Ms. Smith shall be present as well for the start of her discipline,
which shall be one hundred with a number two cat, targeted for full body
coverage, with the exception of genitals."
