Chapter 8 - Skills In Use
Some time later I am invited by my client to visit his Tibetan mountain domain
in order to see the results of the initial training received by the five
recruits.
Melissa, I fear has been confined to a small cage in the basement of the palace.
The result of further flirtatious behaviour, I am told. However it is hoped that
she will make progress.
The remaining four appear to be putting their original education to use and
adapting well to their other duties. My client has provided a most comfortable
suite, naturally equipped with permanently available slave girl, for the
duration of my stay. The bedroom and bathroom are, of course, sumptuous but most
magnificent of all is the large living room that gives out on to a balcony
overlooking the Nyenchen Tanglha mountains.
It is here that I spend a most agreeable afternoon with the four of my recruits
that are here; Debbie, Nancy, Angela and Amanda as I remember them (I find it so
hard to keep track of numbers when all the original research has been done in
relation to their names). They are shepherded in by one of the security guards
but now need no restraints. The guard has arranged her charges as local
protocol provides, on their knees, heads bowed, in front of the chair where I
sit. Then, having determined that I having no further need of her, she leaves.
Three of my recruits are wearing the short cheung-sam dress that is the standard
wear for all slaves here. Each cap sleeve, high-neck dress is in a different
shade of silk. The skirt, barely long enough to cover the back-side, is slit at
the side giving a view of thigh and the hip. Each wears high-heeled mules in a
shade matching their dress. Each has their hair dressed immaculately; all now
wear it long and piled on their heads.
The fourth, of the girls, Angela, is dressed in the full harem costume of a
junior concubine, a sure sign that she is making progress in the service of her
new owner. Her outfit does everything to display the wealth of her owner. On her
head she wears a bejewelled pill-box hat that holds in place a long silk cloak
with fastenings to jewelled bracelets on her wrists A chain of gold coins drapes
across her forehead. Her long blonde hair falls across her shoulders. A yashmak
emblazoned with the cipher of her owner veils her face. Her breasts are covered
and supported by a golden top that takes its decorative style from the east and
its engineering principles from the west. A jewel twinkles in her navel. Her
legs are partly shrouded by a skirt made from separate panels of gold
wire-embroidered cloth which spread away from her legs revealing her nakedness
beneath.
All four stay obediently silent, until I greet them.
"Welcome, ladies, I am pleased to see you are all so well."
"Greetings, Sir," Angela replies on behalf of them all. "Our Master has asked us
to ensure your pleasure. May I approach you?"
In response to my nod she comes and kneels close to me.
"Sir, if you would wish, I can use my tongue to please you while each of my
sisters tells you of her life here." I give my assent and she unfastens my
trousers as I beckon to Debbie. She comes to kneel beside me. I ask her how her
medical skills are being used. She recounts a most interesting project which
involves the perfection of a new range of drugs designed to improve the docility
of slaves and is proud that her work is already helping her sisters and herself
to serve their Master better.
Angela, in the mean time is doing her best to distract my attention by careful
use of her lips and tongue. I notice that she at least has now acquired a
piercing - a single stud in the tip of her tongue was being used to great effect
as she licks, sucks and nuzzles at my engorging cock.
Trying hard to keep my mind on more immediate matters I summon Nancy forward and
am pleased to discover that she responds as quickly as Debbie did. Her earlier,
rebellious nature has apparently been overcome. I ask if she has been beaten
much. She responds that it has only been as much as was needed to bring her to
correctness in her behaviour. She asks me to feel the wheals across her buttocks
from her beatings, lifting the flap of her skirt to allow me access. It is clear
that she has suffered considerably at some point but that the wounds are now
largely healed, presumably as the result of progressive improvement in behaviour
and reduction in punishment. Her task has been to work on improving the
entertainment facilities in the complex and now, as a result of her engineering
skills a cascading waterfall now graces her owner's master playroom.
Amanda follows her. I had been worried about how well she would adapt to her new
life. She had seemed the most reserved at her interview and had given us nothing
but trouble in the cells at the staging post. She admits that she needed
considerable disciplinary guidance to come to the correct understanding of her
new position. Perhaps the teacher is the hardest to teach. Having spent much of
her time at college being taught the primacy of learning through play as a
method of education she has found it hard to accept the more direct approach
used in her current situation. However, time and the whip are doing their trick
Now, she tells me, she is delighted to serve her Master. The training regime and
Debbie's drugs appear to have worked as well on her as on the others.
Amanda had been set the task of improving the language skills of the slaves that
were most often used to amuse her owner. This has been a particular requirement
as the range of nationalities being recruited as slaves broadens. Whereas once
upon a time the USA and the UK were the principal sources for recruits now new
supplies are being sought in mainland Europe and South America. Amanda's English
classes have been a great success. She has also been called to act as a
translator during some of the sessions between concubines and her Master. This
allowed her to learn a great deal of the sexual skills needed to arouse and
satisfy the considerable appetites of her owner. She was now putting this to
good use and hopes to earn the rank of junior concubine soon, following in
Angela's footsteps.
Much as I regret it, I then have to tell Angela to cease her task at my crotch
and to attend to my questions. Her business skills were in great demand. (I
could imagine that her other skills are not exactly ignored either) but her most
recent project has been to study the wide range of bribes, and "presents" that
her Master was paying to those in the local administration. This has allowed her
to save her Master a great deal of unnecessary expenditure and he, in turn, has
generously presented her with the heavy gold belt that she now wears about her
hips. This is not, of course, as any form of property of her own. She recognises
that such a thing is quite impossible, but it is hers to wear for the pleasure
of her Master. She now divides her time between her Master's office and his
playroom - using her business talents to enrich her owner and her physical
talents to please him.
"Sir," she says. "I hope that you can see we are putting our education to use
but that also we have been well trained."
As Angela completes her story we hear the sound of her owner approaching and all
four girls immediately assume the silent, kneeling, heads down position that
they had taken when they first entered the room.
Their owner enters and, smiling, asks if my recruits are demonstrating their
training to me as well as they had shown their education to him. I am thinking
that all four have demonstrated the distinctive value of the two disciplines.
After all as someone once said to me - if you were to learn that your 16 year
old daughter had been receiving sex education you would be pleased. If you
learned she had been receiving sex training your reaction might be somewhat
different.
Evidently the recruitment programme is working for him - he expresses his thanks
for the way in which my organisation has met his needs. Hopefully there will be
further commissions, he says.
That's what I like to hear. There is always more work to do.
(c)Freddie Clegg 2003
