A telephone awoke Jeannie from one of the strangest dreams in her life. She
came to her senses slowly and didn't recognize the noise as a telephone at first. This phone
buzzed. After a few moments her head cleared and she remembered where she was. Clair was lying next
to her. She was wide awake and watching her from her bondage. The buzzing had a hollow, echo-like
quality and seemed to be coming from a large ornate lacquer box which was sitting on the dresser.
Hurrying out of bed, Jeannie rapidly inspected the box, found the latch, opened it and lifted the
telephone receiver inside. "Yes?" "Time to get up." It was a strangely familiar female voice. "The
Master says . . . for you to follow the directions . . ." She realized it was Susan's voice. She
was repeating what Master Rex was saying from somewhere else in the room. If she listened carefully
she could hear his voice in the background. ". . . the directions will be found in the bottom
drawer . . . of the little dresser under the mirror. . . he says to hurry up and meet us in the
kitchen . . . or you'll miss brunch . . . ." After a longish pause Susan hung up the phone. Jeannie
hung up her phone as well. She wondered if it was indeed hooked up and if she could call out on it.
After a moment's reflection she decided it almost certainly wasn't, and it might be tempting fate
to try. Close on the heels of that came another thought--that the existence of the phone might be
some kind of test. To even lift the receiver to listen for a dial tone would be to flunk the text.
So she closed the box and went to check the dresser. Clair was acutely aware of this line to the
outside world and wondered at why her Mistress didn't even try to see if she could use it. The
'directions' in the dresser consisted of a large picture of two girls. One girl was dressed in a
dominatrix outfit which consisted mostly of leather straps. She held a leash on the other end of
which was another girl wearing some kind of leather gag which covered much of her head and who was
dressed in very little else other than a few cuffs and chains. The picture reminded her of some
kind of a Hollywood Boulevard freak walking a dog who had been tightly muzzled to prevent it from
biting strangers. The rest of the drawer was filled with items which she recognized as the outfit
and restraints in the picture. She felt the smart thing to do would be to prepare Clair first. So
she therefore dug around in the drawer and removed all of 'Clair's' items and brought them over to
the bed. She then went into the bathroom and retrieved the riding crop from where she had left it
the night before. She came back and removed Clair's gag. "Good morning," she said. There was a long
moment while Clair looked like she was trying to work up the nerve to say something before she
finally seemed to sink back, defeated, and simply replied, "Good morning, Mistress." "I'm going to
release your hands and I want you to sit up. You behaved very well last night and I want you to
continue that way today. O.K.?" "Yes, Mistress." Jeannie undid the restraints and Clair sat up
rubbing her wrists. The first thing her Mistress did was to bring her arms behind her back and bind
them together at the base of her spine with a set of wrist cuffs which clipped together. Then she
put the complex head restraint on her. It consisted of a large oval shaped mouth piece with a strap
which fit under her chin. There was a connecting strap which wrapped entirely around the back of
Clair's head. There was a third strap which went from the bottom of the chin strap through the
sides of the connecting strap over the center of her head and down the other side. It took a few
minutes to get the headdress adjusted properly. Then there was a much fancier collar with the name
"Clair" engraved on the front. 'Now when did he get that made up,' she wondered as she removed the
old collar and strapped the new one in its place. There were several little connecting chains which
buckled the headdress to the collar and a leash which was clipped into a ring in the back of the
collar. When she was finished, she undid Clair's ankle restraints and had her stand at the foot of
the bed. The final bit of Clair's outfit were two ankle cuffs which, according to the picture were
worn, but not clipped together. Then Jeannie stepped back to survey the effect. It was really quite
stunning and sexy in kinky sort of way. Almost without thinking she smiled at Clair, said "you look
lovely, actually." The feeling of power, control, and sexiness as suddenly overwhelming. She walked
up and gave Clair a long hug, feeling sensuously aware of the feel of the taller girl's breasts and
nipples against her own skin. With a final little squeeze she hurried off to put on her own
costume. As her Mistress walked away, Clair started to cry, but did so as quietly as possible and
tried to hide the tears. The euphoria and hormonal storm of the night before had worn off, at least
as far as she was concerned. She was wondering if she would ever be able to get out of this crazy
situation. Jeannie's costume was a little more complex, but much quicker to put on than that
complex headpiece. It consisted of a neck collar which she found had her name engraved as "Mistress
Jeannie" on the right side. There was a large ring which hung down from the center of the neck
piece with three leather straps which hung down from the ring. She then put on a thick belt around
her waist and found that the straps connected to the belt in three places: one strap straight down
the center from neck to belly, and one each down each side from the center of her neck to the side
of each belt around the outside of each breast. There was a third piece which connected the three
belts together below her breasts. Properly adjusted it looked quite sexy and had the effect of
making her breasts even more prominent. There was also a set of black lace panties which clipped on
to the belt in several places and which she found had a crotch that unsnapped. And the final touch
was a pair of high-heeled, knee-high boots which added about three inches to her height. After she
had emptied the drawer and put all of this on, she found the sole remaining item was a fancy black
riding crop. It was a little longer and much prettier than the common one she had been given the
day before. She wondered whether to take it or not, since there was no riding crop "mentioned in
the directions." But then she noticed that like her collar, this crop had an inscription with her
name engraved on the handle. It said, "To Mistress Jeannie with much love--Rex." Smiling she
dropped the old crop in the drawer and removed the new one. She even gave it a couple of
experimental swishes through the air and was quite pleased with its lightness and stiffness. It
would make quite a sting indeed when it connected with flesh. She grabbed Clair's leash and saying,
"Come along," led her to the kitchen. * * * * * In the kitchen they found a clock which said it was
almost noon. They also found Master Rex feeding 'brunch' to Susan. Rex was dressed casually in
jeans, boots, and a cowboy shirt. Susan was dressed in nothing except a high necked collar and a
set of arm restraints which kept her arms linked together high up against her back. She was also
wearing a set of nipple clamps which looked uncomfortable, but not crushing. The Trainer invited
Jeannie to sit and eat. Pointing to a hook on the wall he said, "Just park Clair there, I'm going
to borrow her in a few minutes when I'm finished with Susan." There were all kinds of goodies on
the stove and counter top, scrambled eggs, bacon, English muffins, jellies, butter, sliced ham,
kippers, potatoes, juice, milk, soda, ice. It was a regular breakfast bar. Jeannie filled a plate,
got a drink, and came to the table. As she ate, she watched Master Rex feeding Susan who was
sitting on his leg. He would break off bits of food and have her take them out of his fingers with
her teeth. Or he would hold a hand full of scrambled eggs in the palm of his hand and have her lick
them out. He stroked her naked back or rubbed her neck as she ate. All the while he made what
seemed like meaningless conversation with Jeannie. He asked how she had slept and whether her new
outfit fit well. He asked if she liked the new riding crop and how she felt Clair's training was
coming along. It was a weird conversation. Weird since Jeannie did 80% of the talking and weird
since he was treating her like an equal partner in a joint project rather than as a kidnap victim
being forced to participate in a kinky adventure. But the weirdest part of the conversation,
Jeannie realized, was her own responses. They were clearly part of the unreal world which Master
Rex had created. She had felt guilty after pressing up against Clair's bound, semi-naked body
earlier. Now she didn't. Jeannie was no longer sure whether she was simply playing along to avoid
being hurt or whether she really was his partner in this bizarre undertaking. After a while Master
Rex decided that Susan was finished and he asked her if she would like something to drink. "Yes,
Master" was her unhappy reply. She had bits of egg and bacon clinging to her face. He put her off
of his lap, walked over to the sink, poured a large saucer of milk, and set it on the floor. Then
he walked back to the table without even a backward glance. Susan shot Clair an imploring look and
then she went over to the saucer, got carefully down on her knees, and started lapping it up. In
the mean time, Jeannie was finishing her meal and wondering what Master Rex had planned for the
day. As if reading her mind, he said, as he sat back down, "The first thing I'd like to do is
borrow Clair, if you don't mind." He was asking her permission, as if Clair was somehow her
property. "Of course, Master Rex." "Thank you, Mistress Jeannie. Would you mind fetching her for
me?" He was curious to she how she would present Clair to him. Jeannie walked over to Clair,
removed her leash from the wall and brought her over to where Master Rex was standing. There was an
awkward moment when it seemed that he expected something which she didn't know how to provide. She
broke the silence by asking, "Is there some special way I should be bringing her to you?" The
Trainer almost laughed openly at how quickly she had become sensitive to the protocol of
Slave-Master relationships. "Actually, yes," he replied. "The slave is always introduced by having
her get down on one or both knees and bow her head as a token of respect." For a long moment
Jeannie considered this and then realized that Clair was simply standing there rather than doing
what Master Rex had just described. Jeannie swatted Clair across her rear and said, "Down, what's
the matter with you, didn't you hear him." Clair quickly fell to her knees feeling terribly
wronged. Of course she had heard him, but she was waiting for specific directions from her
Mistress. Obviously she would be expected to learn and follow the slave conventions as quickly and
completely as possible. That word 'slave' rang in her consciousness. No one had said anything about
slavery up till now, even though she had certainly been treated like one. But now the word was out
in the open and she was terribly upset about what it meant for her future-- for her long-term
future. "Clair . . .," the Master was speaking to her. Should she look up or not? She didn't know.
Neither did Jeannie. Clair wasn't looking up and Jeannie was looking questioningly at Master Rex.
He broke off his comments to Clair to answer Jeannie's unstated question. "Yes, when a slave is
addressed directly, she should look at the Master or Mistress who is talking." Instantly, Clair
looked up at the Master. "Clair," he repeated looking back down at her, "I want you to do a little
job for me, O.K.?" Clair nodded. "Please take Susan into your bathroom and clean her up for me. Now
that she's awake I'd like her to have a nice bath." Susan, who had almost finished the milk, looked
up at the mention of her name. "You can remove her nipple clamps and restraints to bathe her but
please put them back when you finish, O.K.?" Clair nodded again. Susan was weeping at the notion of
having the nipple clamps removed and then replaced. "Another thing. Do her hair up nicely and put a
little make-up and some perfume on her--not too much though. Is that clear?" Clair nodded, but
shrugged her shoulders and moved her cuffed hands to one side, looking back at them. The Master
chuckled, "Of course, I'll cut you loose to do the job, silly girl." So saying he unclipped the
leash from her neck and motioned for her to stand and turn around.

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 When she did so he reached out
and unclasped her wrists. "About how long do you think it will take, Clair, an hour?" Clair
squinted her eyebrows in consternation and fearfully shook her head. "That's all right, I want the
truth. I always want the truth. Will 90 minutes do?" Clair considered and nodded agreement. "Be
back in the training room," he indicated the adjacent room where they had first regained
consciousness, "in 90 minutes then. Go on now." Clair walked over, still wearing her complex
headdress and grabbed Susan gently by the upper arm and helped her to her feet. She led her through
the training room and toward the bathroom. The Trainer stood up and stretched and said to Jeannie,
"Are you ready to continue with your education?" "Of course, Master Rex." He started by telling her
a little about the Mart and explaining the etiquette of slavery. Slaves were always addressed by
their first name--by everyone. Slaves didn't have last names. He mentioned that she could rename
Clair if she wanted to. Novices were referred to as Mister or Miss--that's what they called each
other and that's how the slaves addressed them. And contrary to the popular mythology of the porn
industry, slaves were almost never elevated into the ranks of novices. Generally slaves were
selected to be slaves and trained for that--most commonly as submissives. Novices were usually
selected with the idea that they might become Masters or Mistress's some day. Most of them remained
novices, or assistants, forever, but some of them who showed enough promise or who got lucky enough
would advance. Masters and Mistress's existed in a hierarchy. They were almost always dominants
whose job it was to train and control the novices and slaves. At the lowest levels they were like
factory foremen working for superiors who themselves worked for other superiors. At the highest
levels they might own vast properties and exist as semi-independent contractors who did business
with the Mart. There was a lot of variation and it was impossible to generalize. At the very top
there were the Owners. Owners didn't have to know much about the niceties of slavery, they merely
had to have a great deal of money and be willing to live by the rules of the Mart. An owner who
made trouble in any way wouldn't live very long. He even mentioned one extremely rich and extremely
spoiled young bitch who started out as an owner and ended up as a slave in a Middle-Eastern harem.
That was part of the understanding and so owners never made trouble. They were, in fact, only
allowed in by referral and were carefully screened before they were assigned a full-time Slave
Master or Mistress. She, Miss Jeannie, he let her know, was a remarkably lucky girl since she had
been recruited to be a Dominatrix. She would become a Mistress without having had to go through a
long and arduous training period as a novice. Yours is a very special order to a newly admitted
member of the Mart. "Learn well and your life will be extremely . . ." he searched for the right
words, ". . . interesting . . .," he paused, " . . . and rewarding I should say. Yes, interesting
and rewarding. Learn poorly and, . . ." He left the thought unfinished, but Jeannie immediately
thought of Brenda. Following the phrasing she had been taught, she asked her next question
diplomatically, "Is it permitted to ask about your background, Master Rex?" He smiled, "Actually,
I'm not really a Master. I'm a free lance Trainer. I work for the Mart at a very high commission
since I'm quite good at what I do." He paused to gage the effect of his words on her. She was
nodding unconsciously in agreement. When I'm training slaves or novices, or in your case a
Mistress, I take on the title of Master." "Then would I be permitted to ask if your name is really
'Rex'?" "It is not. R is for Rex. To my last trainees I was Master Quinn, 'Q.' Before that I was
Master Palmer, 'P.' I've found it convenient to keep track of my trainees alphabetically. That way
when someone asks about me or for me by name, I know something about where the referral is coming
from." Jeannie did some quick arithmetic in her head. Before she got to the answer the Trainer
said, "18" is the number you're looking for, but actually there have been more than that. Some
unusual unnumbered assignments where I had a code name assigned before I went in. Plus some
assignments like this where I've trained more than one girl. The actual number is closer to 80." He
paused reflectively for a few moments. Jeannie looked at him and considered what her own future
might be like. Then be broke out of his nostalgia and said, "But come, we've got a lot of serious
work to do." "I can hardly wait, Master Rex." And the truth was, that she hardly could. In less
than day he had converted her. In part she realized she simply had no choice, it was either this
new life style or death. But in part, the more she heard the more she thought that this new life
was exactly what she was looking for and that she had been an incredibly lucky girl to have
stumbled into it. As they walked back into the training room, Jeannie felt like a lottery winner.
For the next forty minutes the Trainer demonstrated a variety of techniques for eliciting sexual
responses. Some of these were responses that Jeannie hadn't even known were possible. There was one
which would make her cunt water without creating any sexual heat at all and another which would
create an intense sexual flash while leaving her pussy bone dry. She discovered two erogenous zones
in her palms and another in her foot. She also learned a technique for recharging one's sexual
batteries. It was an intense and exhilarating session. It ended when a little buzzer sounded and
Master Rex said the girls were returning. * * * * * After they had left, Clair led Susan to the
bath. As soon as they were out of sight she had turned and gently removed the nipple clamps. Susan
started to cry and thank her but Clair shot her a stern warning look and cupping her ear with one
hand pointed around the room with the other as if indicating the possible location of hidden
microphones. Susan leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "You think the place is bugged?" In
answer Clair shrugged her shoulders and continued to lead on toward the bath. Once there Clair had
run the bath water and undone Susan's arm restraints. Susan was now fully naked which was a welcome
break from the previous 14 hours. Susan reached up as if to remove Clair's headdress, but Clair
pulled back sharply. Susan hadn't seen the murder of Brenda but Clair had. Over the next hour and a
quarter, Clair performed the functions of a perfect slave and did Master Rex's bidding with Susan.
When she was finished Susan looked ready for a major social event, minus heavy make-up and any
clothes, of course. Then over her feeble protests, Clair reattached her collar and arm restraints.
Lastly, she went to reattach the nipple clamps. Susan tried to squirm away but Clair pulled her
back. And when she squirmed away again, Clair yanked her sharply and glared at her. Then as she
attached the clamps, as gently as possible, Susan started crying. There wasn't much she could do
about that but to wait until the tears had stopped enough to repair the make-up and hurry back to
the training room. They made it with minutes to spare. Master Rex looked quite pleased, thanked
Mistress Jeannie, rather than Clair, and taking Susan, left the room. As soon as they were gone,
Mistress Jeannie motioned Clair over to her and gave her a big hug. "Master Rex was pleased," she
said, "so I am pleased. You've done good work." And then she reached up and grasped one of Clair's
nipples with one hand while reaching down to her pussy with the other and did something which
caused her to flush with a sexual rush like she had never experienced before. It was so intense she
almost couldn't breath. And a second later she experienced a rather mild orgasm which was an
unusual follow up to that magnificent erotic build up. But it left her feeling tremendously hot and
highly energized. Her Mistress seemed quite pleased with herself. First her Mistress sat her down
and lectured her for a long time on slave etiquette. Then she removed Clair's head gear, leaving
only the neck collar, and quizzed her for half an hour her until she was satisfied that she had it
right. During the lecture and quiz Clair's stomach had growled on a few occasions. So when the
lesson was over, her Mistress took her into the kitchen and fed her as Master Rex had fed Susan.
Clair was so grateful to eat she wasn't overly humiliated by the process. Afterwards her Mistress
washed her face off with a cloth. She uncuffed Clair's hands long enough to have her completely
clean up the remains of the brunch. When the kitchen was ship shape, her Mistress led Clair back
through the big room and into what turned out to be a small attached gym. "It is the duty of all
Slaves and Mistress's," she said, "to stay in good physical shape. Have you been exercising
regularly up till now?" "Yes, Mistress" "Tell me about it" And while Clair described her regular
exercise routine, her Mistress checked it off against some kind of chart on a clipboard. When she
was finished talking, her Mistress did some quick calculating and then posted two exercise
schedules on the wall. One for each of them. Clair noticed two others which were already posted,
one for Master Rex and another for Susan. She was a little pleased to note that her own exercise
routine was not much more difficult than what she was used to, but a great deal more rigorous than
her Mistress's. Susan's was much gentler than either, and Master Rex's was very demanding, indeed.
He was obviously in great physical shape and probably quite strong. This didn't surprise Clair who
had gotten this impression when he was raping Brenda. So they exercised. Then they took another
shower together during which time, her Mistress showed her some more sexual techniques. Afterwards,
while they were drying off in the bedroom, the phone rang. Master Rex directed her Mistress's
attention to a certain evening dress which she would find hanging in the closet. It was quite
eloquent, but Jeannie was sure it hadn't been there that morning. She had Clair help her get ready.
When they were finished, Clair thought her Mistress looked really fabulous. Her hair and make-up
were beautiful, the peach evening dress clung to her body provocatively, she was wearing spiked
heels. Following new 'directions,' which her Mistress found in the dresser drawer, she had dressed
Clair for the evening as well. In addition to her neck collar, Clair wore a single long leather
glove. Both arms slipped into it behind her back. The base of the glove clipped to the back of her
collar. There were no hands to the glove. It just tapered off into a large mitten from which a long
thong extended. There was a chain belt around her waist and the leather thong was tied first to the
belt at her back, and then tightly between her legs to the belt in the front, and then up between
her breasts to the collar ring in front. As she walked she felt the leather strap rub against her
anus, pussy and clit. It was both stimulating and uncomfortable. Clair also wore four inch heels.
When they were ready to leave, her Mistress clipped the leash to the front of the collar and led
Clair back to the kitchen. There they found Susan dressed in an identical outfit. The only
difference was that Clair's leather glove restraint and shoes were white, and Susan's were black.
As they entered the kitchen, Jeannie noticed that Susan's leash had been attached to a hook on the
wall, so she parked Clair on the neighboring hook. Master Rex was dressed in formal evening attire.
He walked over and placed little silver troughs of food and little china saucers of milk on the
floor in front of both girls. He did something to adjust the room temperature. And leaving them to
eat, he took Jeannie's hand and led her through a new door into a small but beautifully decorated
dining room. Clair got a glimpse of wood paneled walls, a fancy dining table with a blue linen
cloth and plush carpet, before the door swung closed. In the kitchen, Clair and Susan conversed in
hushed tones and ate their meals as well as they could. Dinner in the other room lasted a long
time. Toward the end they heard music and then a long, long silence. No one came back for Clair or
Susan that night so they ended up sleeping huddled against each other on the kitchen floor. 

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