The hall was full of mirrors. She would eventually discover that the compound was lousy with
mirrors. Once she had found the bathroom and closed the door behind her she stared at herself in
the large mirror over the sink. Her make-up was actually in surprisingly good condition considering
the circumstances. There were just a few smudges. Now that she was on her own, she was acutely
aware of her nudity. She had considered running as soon as she was out of eye sight, but she was
naked, she had no idea where to go, and she felt that Master Rex wouldn't have let her leave like
that if he wasn't sure he could keep track of her. Then she realized that she hadn't yet seen a
window and wasn't sure there were any. This must be a test, she decided, and resolved to do nothing
to flunk it. She, therefore, surveyed the contents of the bathroom, selected the appropriate
materials, and begin to freshen up. In the other room, the Trainer, who did, in fact, have access
to an electronic surveillance system, went over to the monitor and followed Jeannie's movements as
she walked down the hall and into the bathroom. He listened carefully for a little while until he
heard the sound of running water. Then he smiled to himself. He set the monitor to buzz when she
left the bathroom and then walked over to Clair. Clair had followed his inspection of Jeannie. She
couldn't understand the favored treatment Jeannie was receiving but chalked it up to the fact that
the man was a lunatic. After Jeannie had left, he walked around behind her and spent a few minutes
making mysterious noises. Then she heard footsteps and suddenly he was leaning over her shoulder,
whispering in her ear. His arm had snaked around her side and he was playing with her nipple again,
his crotch pressed up against her cuffed hands. She froze. "Now Clair," he said as he massaged her
breast and nipple, "from now on you're going to show Jeannie the proper respect, aren't you." What
the hell was this, she thought. She nodded her head. "When the gag comes off, what are you going to
call me?" "Master" she tried to enunciate through the rubber ball. What came out was muffled mush,
but the Trainer was satisfied with the attempt. "Exactly. And you are going to call Jeannie,
'Mistress.' Do you understand?" She nodded again. "If I ever hear you refer to her as anything
other than Mistress . . .," he paused and suddenly crushed her nipple between his fingers. Clair
whined behind the gag and twitched in her restraints. "Do you understand." She nodded her head
vigorously as her tears flowed freely. He released the pressure on her nipple and removed his hand.
It was a very temporary reprieve. His other hand came around to the other breast and he shifted
around to whisper into her other ear. "You will, of course, follow my orders, won't you." He was
toying with her other nipple and she was acutely aware that he might mash it at any moment. She
made another whining noise and nodded in agreement. "And you will follow your Mistress's orders
just as completely, won't you. He paused in his rubbing. Clair nodded in vigorous agreement as if
she hoped, in this way, to forestall further pain. It worked. He didn't hurt her again. The Master,
for she had begun to think of him in those terms, kissed her ear, continued his gentle rubbing, and
said, "Good, good girl." Just then a quiet buzz came from behind. The master straightened up and
walked back to the sofa. Jeannie reappeared a moment later. * * * * * She didn't look much
different from when she had left. She had taken a little sponge bath to wipe the perspiration and
grime from her body. She had touched up her make-up a bit--mostly by wiping away the excess and
spreading what was left around. The Trainer looked over from where he was sitting and considered
the effect. He decided, like most men, that on a naturally pretty girl he preferred less make- up
rather than more. He motioned to her to come over. She came. Jeannie didn't know what to do when
she got to Master Rex. Should she stand there or sit next to him? She had no idea what he wanted or
why he was treating her with such equality. As if in answer to her question he held out his hand
and she took it. He drew her close, put his other hand on her hip, gently turned her around, and
sat her on his lap. He leaned back and pulled her against him, resting her head on his right
shoulder. She found herself leaning on this strange and powerful man and looking over at Clair who
was still sitting in a puddle of her own urine and watching them from her bondage. He had his right
hand resting in Jeannie's lap and with his left he was holding her left breast. "My dear," he said,
speaking quietly into her ear, "you must be strong for me; will you do that?" Jeannie gulped, "Yes,
Master Rex." She had no idea what this was all about or where it was leading. "I know you will," he
said almost tenderly. His hand was still on her breast, but he was not fondling it. He was just
holding it with gentle firmness. Jeannie was almost overwhelmed with the feeling of his power. "You
have a great deal to learn, and you must learn it as fast as possible. Will you work hard for me
and learn quickly?" She suddenly felt a great rush of relief. If he wanted her to learn something
he obviously had no desire to kill her. Between that and the sense of control which he exuded, her
response was quite heartfelt. "Oh, yes, Master Rex." "Excellent, excellent. Here is your first
lesson." His grip loosened on her tit and he plucked her nipple up between his thumb and
forefinger. "You see this?" "Yes, Master Rex." "It's just a nipple. But it has a tremendous number
of nerve endings which lead directly to the erotic centers of the brain. Do you understand?" "Yes,
Sir." "There are several dozen messages you can send if you rub it, or squeeze it, or pinch it
exactly right. Now watch closely, this is the first." And so saying, he held her nipple with a
peculiar three fingered grasp and squeezed in a three movement pattern. Jeannie gasped for air as
she felt a sudden intense sexual rush. The Trainer moved his right hand between her legs and was
rewarded to feel a wave of heat and moisture. "Did you see what I did?" "I think so, Master Rex."
"It works the same way with both nipples," he said. "Now you try it on the other one." Jeannie
reached up with her right hand to her own right breast and tried to duplicate the move. She felt a
definite twinge, but it wasn't nearly the same. The Trainer expecting this, turned her around on
his lap until she was facing him with one leg up on either side of him. He then unbuttoned his
shirt. "Here, try it here," he motioned to his own nipple. "It doesn't work exactly the same on
men, but I'll know when you get it right." After a few minutes of practice, Jeannie had it down and
when he had her try it again on her own tit, she felt the same overpowering sexual rush he had
produced earlier. She actually smiled at him with pleasure in having mastered the trick. "One more
thing," he said. "Please stand up." She did so by backing carefully off of him. He reached between
her legs and rubbed her clitoris, which by now was enlarged and well lubricated with her own
juices, using a peculiar circular motion. She felt herself becoming aroused with tremendous speed.
It wouldn't take much of that, she decided to bring her to climax. The Trainer read her expression
and then said, "Now you try it." This was much easier than the breast trick and within a few
moments she had it down pat. "Masturbation was never this good," she volunteered, and then quickly
regretted having spoken without permission. But she needn't have worried. The Trainer merely
laughed at her observation and said, "No, I suppose it never was." He then turned her around again
and sat her back on his lap with her head on his shoulder. "Now here is what we need you to do. . .
" * * * * * Clair had observed the entire training session. It hadn't actually lasted very long.
She was sure that most of it involved Jeannie being taught some sexual techniques. 'No, not
Jeannie,' she reminded herself, 'her Mistress.' It sounded stupid to her, but she wanted to do
nothing to bring the Master's wrath down upon her. It was best to think in those terms so as not to
slip later. Clair wasn't too sure about most of the conversation between the Master and her
Mistress because it was carried on in low voices from across the room. One thing for sure, though,
her Mistress sure wasn't acting like a kidnap victim. In an incredibly short time, the Master had
transformed her into a more or less willing accomplice--a Mistress, indeed. And the ominous part of
the conversation was that last business where the Master had again seated her Mistress on his lap,
her head back on his shoulder, arms hanging limp at her sides, legs spread wide across the outside
of his, and whispered what she took to be a long set of instructions into her ear. Only this time
he was constantly fondling her breasts and genitals as he talked. He couldn't hear what he said
because his mouth was right next to her ear and his voice was low, but her Mistress kept moaning
and saying, 'Yes, Master Rex,' or,' Yes, Sir." And the most ominous thing of all was that he would
occasionally goose her in some special way and her eyes would suddenly open wide. At these moments
as he whispered they would both be staring directly at her. When the whispering was done, the
Trainer placed his hands on Jeannie's waist and leaned her forward. He bodily lifted her off of his
lap and placed her on her feet in front of him. Jeannie was staring directly at Clair with a look
which Clair found impossible to read but was disturbing, nonetheless. The Trainer stood up and
walked over to his bureau and removed a riding crop. He brought it back to where Jeannie was
standing and handing it to her said, "Use this if you need to." Those last words were spoken in an
easily audible voice and Clair felt a chill run down her spine and throughout her body. The Trainer
placed his hand on Jeannie's shoulder and looked down into her eyes for a long moment and said,
"Make me proud." And after another long moment, Jeannie, without any special instructions, put her
hand up behind his neck, raised herself up on her toes, and pulling his head down just a bit,
kissed him lightly on the mouth. Clair noticed that as her Mistress was kissing the Master, he
reached over and did something else to her nipple. Her Mistress seemed to press up against him and
she sighed distinctively. The kiss deepened. When it was over, she almost melted off of his body
and stood uncertainly for a moment. Then she suddenly straightened up, looked up again at the
Master, who was smiling back, and turned her attention to Clair.

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 Clair felt another of those
prolonged chills as Jeannie. . ., that is, her Mistress, walked deliberately toward her. * * * * *
Clair was 26 years old. Of all the girls at Boobies who were working there as a temporary way of
funding something else, Clair was the most temporary. She was a tall girl with large breasts, an
excellent figure, unusually attractive hair, and a really nice face. It made her a natural for
Boobies. But when she interviewed for the position she made it clear she would only work behind the
bar and she would only be there until she had finished her Master's Degree in Sociology. The
manager almost didn't hire her. He hated being dictated to. But she had bar experience and he was a
bartender short. Besides, he thought to himself, 'the bitch is a real looker.' Clair wasn't
interested in a career as a bimbo, she just needed the money. And Boobies paid well. Besides the
hours fit her class schedule. Four more weeks and she would have been finished with Boobies and
have moved off to a large university in another state where she had already been accepted into a
doctoral program. Clair had moved in with Susan as soon as she started her Master's Degree, for the
same reason she had applied for and then taken the position at Boobies. It was a way to cut her
expenses and help her get through school. As it turned out, they got along well and had become
quite close. They confided in each other and had grown almost like family. Now Susan lay bound
behind her and her entire life was being swept away. As Jeannie approached, most of the urine had
dried leaving a sticky residue on Clair's skin. Something in Jeannie's expression made Clair start
to pee again, but there was very little left to dribble out. Clair was a so much taller girl that
strapped into her seat, her head was only slightly below the level of Jeannie's standing before
her. The short brunette was idly tapping the riding crop against the side of her leg. "When I take
your gag off, please don't say anything unless . . ." She was interrupted by an explosive snap of
fingers. Clair saw her Mistress whorl around and the Master crooking his finger at her to come back
to him. The expression on his face indicated mild disapproval. Her Mistress quickly walked over
with slightly stooped shoulders to where the Master leaned down and whispered some additional
instructions in her ear. Clair saw her straighten up as he talked. When he finished, she looked up
at him for a moment and he smiled down at her. And as she turned back toward her, she saw the
Master playfully slap her on her rear. Her Mistress smiled over her shoulder at him and then
returned to stand before her again. She was even more imposing than before. "I'm going to remove
your gag," she said in a much sterner voice, "and when I do you will not talk unless you are told
to. Do you understand?" Her Mistress was tapping the crop against her leg to punctuate her words.
Clair nodded. They hadn't been close friends at Boobies; in fact, they hardly ever spoke except to
say hello and do business. But they had always been on pleasant terms. Now Clair felt definite fear
of the woman standing before her. She nodded. "Good." Jeannie laid the crop across Clair's legs and
then reached up and undid the strap. She had a little trouble with the catch and had to pull
Clair's head a little forward and lean in to get the job done. Clair felt her Mistress's right leg
rub up against her own and felt her erect nipple rub up against her cheek. When the gag was off,
Clair experimentally worked her mouth. The rubber ball had been there for some time and her jaw
muscles were sore. Jeannie dropped the gag on the floor and picked up the crop. She watched her for
a few moments and then asked, "Do you feel horny?" "N. . . No, Mistress." Jeannie was somewhat
surprised by being called Mistress. A mild thrill went through her at the sense of her own power.
She realized almost immediately that Clair must be following instructions which Master Rex had
given when she was out of the room. But she also had a job to do. Slapping Clair lightly on one
thigh with the crop she asked, "Do you have a stutter?" "No." Another slap, just a little harder
this time, "No, what?" "No, Mistress." Then she reached out with her right hand and begin
manipulating the nipple as she had learned from the Master. She watched as Clair looked up at her
and her breathing came faster. After a minute of this, she switched sides and worked on the other
breast. Clair's nipples were fully erect now, her eyes had glazed over, and her breathing was
erratic. It was as if she were breathing in time with the irregular motions of Jeannie's fingers.
Jeannie was slightly intoxicated with feelings of power and control. She suddenly stopped and stood
back. "Do you feel horny, now? Clair was as mortified as when she had peed all over herself. "Yes
Mistress." "There is some work to do, and you are going to do it, understand?" "Yes, Mistress."
"When I undo your restraints you will follow my orders exactly and give me no trouble, will you?
"No, Mistress." Jeannie again laid the crop across Clair's lap and then came around and removed
first one and then the other ankle restraint. Clair slowly and carefully moved her legs around in
front of her. They were very sore from having been in that cramped position for so long. She was
careful, however, not to let the riding crop drop off of her lap. When she had finished with the
ankle restraints, Jeannie unbuckled the belt which held Clair's back against the chair. Then she
undid the cuffs which held her wrists together. Clair brought her arms around and rubbed her
shoulders and wrists which were also quite stiff. The only thing still holding Clair into the chair
was the neck collar. But before removing the collar, Jeannie came around the chair, retrieved her
crop, and again begin working Clair's nipples. First one and then the other. Clair did nothing to
protest the molestation. At first she was afraid of the punishment she was likely to receive had
she done so, and after a little while she was mindlessly enjoying the sensations and trying not to
think at all. Jeannie noticed that Clair had pressed her legs together. While still fondling her
breast, she pushed the head of the riding crop between Clair's legs and put pressure on first one
and then the other thigh. Obediently, Clair spread her legs. Jeannie paused for a moment as if
trying to recall her Master's exact instructions. She brought the crop up and pressed the head
against Clair's mouth. Clair's vision cleared a bit and she looked down at the crop, wondering what
her Mistress wanted her to do. While still working Clair's nipple, Jeannie pressed the crop against
between her lips silently indicating she wanted her mouth open. With a mixture of fear and sexual
excitement, Clair did so. Her arms hung down by her side, not having received any other
instructions about what to do with them. When her mouth was open and lax, Jeannie took the riding
crop and pressed it sideways into Clair's mouth and then, holding it there with her thumb, reached
down with her fingers and pulled her jaw up. Once Clair had bitten down and was holding the crop in
her mouth Jeannie stopped tweaking her nipple and pressed her hand against Clair's full breast.
Then she slowly slid her hand down, through the valley between Clair's mounds, down across her
belly, and over her pubic mound. And as she looked directly into Clair's eyes, Jeannie moved her
fingers into her warm, wet pussy and began rubbing her clitoris as she had learned from Master Rex.
Clair sucked air in between her teeth and the crop handle as the manual rape began and then felt
her body losing itself to the waves of pleasure produced by her Mistress's ministrations. The
Trainer watched as Jeannie followed faithfully the set of instructions she had been given. Clair
was still holding the crop in her mouth, breathing more and more raggedly through her clenched
teeth and nose. He watched her nostrils flaring and thought she looked especially beautiful when in
heat. He noted that very early in the process, Clair's legs had betrayed themselves in twitching
movements indicating a desire to close out the insinuating hand. Within a short while, however,
they were sending an even more treacherous message in that they had first stopped their twitching
and then had involuntarily opened even wider. Now both legs and arms were twitching, but in
sympathy with Jeannie's hand movements which were rapidly bringing her toward a climax. The Trainer
watched as sweat begin to break out over Clair's body. First from around her arm pits, then on her
forehead, then from under her ample breasts. Soon her entire skin surface glistened with moisture
and a few droplets were literally falling from her chin. Jeannie's finger movements had fallen into
a rhythm and she was carefully watching Clair whose eyes were squeezed shut and who was breathing
even more raggedly in and around the clenched teeth that held the crop. Jeannie's eyes kept
traveling up and down along Clair's body from her face to her crotch. She was entranced with the
effects she was having. Then the Trainer noticed the sinews in Clair's neck start to tighten.
Looking down he saw her hands ball into fists and her toes curl. Her entire body seemed to tighten,
her head strained forward, and she suddenly screamed in orgasmic ecstasy through her clenched
teeth. Jeannie just kept up her movements and watched the effect. Clair's legs were convulsing and
her arms were twitching in the same rhythm at her sides. Her head was trashing around within the
constraints which the neck collar allowed. Her throat produced an amazing collection of guttural
sounds, grunts, and squeals, and then she suddenly shrieked. The crop fell out of her mouth and
across Jeannie's arm. There was a startled moment of stillness. Jeannie had stopped moving
completely when the crop hit her arm. Her fingers were still gripping Clair's clit, but the
masturbation had stopped. She felt a sudden twinge of fear and uncertainly about how she was
expected to handle this unexpected development. Clair was as frozen as her excited state permitted.
She was still breathing raggedly, coming off of the intense and extended orgasm she had just
experienced, but there was a pleading fear in her eyes as she stared down into Jeannie's face. The
Trainer, smiling, let them both off of the hook by saying to no one in particular, "Well, we will
certainly have to work on her muscular control." And then he added, "Won't we, Mistress Jeannie."
"Yes, Master Rex." "Carry on."

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