Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, M/f, F/f, maledom, some lesdom, bondage, bondage slavery, sexual slavery, slave training, kidnapped, lingerie, oral sex, Bellemisère Academy

Bellemisère Academy belongs to Cotinusa

“Overall she’s been very well behaved,” said Ms Deeds as she led me through the hallways of Bellemisère Academy. A nameless staff member in a red uniform dress followed close behind. “She put up more resistance than we expected from her at the start, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for our students and she’s had no major outbursts since her orientation.” 

I nodded along at her words, though to be honest I could only half-hear them. I was too excited to pay full attention and I think she knew that. 

Ms Deeds, a short-haired black woman wearing a short-sleeved blue top and a stylishly matching pair of loose pants, was the Bellemisère faculty member assigned as the personal tutor of the student I was “sponsoring.” Every lightly accented word she spoke was laced with the kind of confidence and professionalism that came with extensive experience. 

“I was surprised when you told me restraints wouldn’t be necessary for today,” I offered, mainly to hold up my end of the discussion. “I’m no expert, but that seems like a good sign.” 

Ms Deeds turned just enough to show me a half-smile. It seemed fond, and almost maternal, even though she was only a few years older than me. 

“I won’t call her a model student, but she behaves herself. Even if she isn’t as eager to please as she should be.” 

“But no major problems.” 

“Every student acts up now and again, especially in their first semester. Most just whine, cry a bit, and throw temper tantrums. Some try to run away. In my experience, the most troublesome students are the ones that try to bide their time.” 

I frowned thoughtfully. “Are you saying she might try to hurt me today?” 

“She wouldn’t dare,” her answer was immediate. “No Bellemisère student would. I only mean to say that she’ll be nervous. Today’s a big day for the little minx. She’s meeting her Master for the first time. We train our girls well, but major events like this can make them excitable and knock them off balance.” 

A platinum blonde student in tall suede boots, a skirt that hobbled her at the knees, and an armbinder turned a corner as we did, pausing long enough to politely incline her head as we passed. She wasn’t the first bound and gagged woman I’d seen in passing since I entered the building, and I think it says something about where my head was that I barely glanced at her or any of the other students I’d glimpsed. Every single one of them was a vision, but my focus was firmly on the purpose of my visit. 

I hadn’t even thought of Bethany. Imagine that. Months fantasizing about sending my ex to a place like this as payback for all the damage she’d done to my reputation. I was so eager to give the word. Let her see firsthand how much worse things were in a place where the collars were real instead of a harmless fantasy! Bethany was going to be the first student I sent to the Academy. Instead I listened to Aunt Morgan’s advice to pick someone from Bellemisère’s “waiting list” as my first. Now Bethany hardly ever seemed to cross my mind. Maybe it had been a mistake to ask Ms Fortune to start scouting her out for enrollment… 

My guide and I had come to a quiet wing of the building. I found myself looking down a hallway with a row of widely spaced, moderately ornate looking doors. Ms Deeds came to a stop at the second one down from the corner and turned to face me. 

“Your property will do her best to make a good impression on you, Mr. Caldwell-Voss. But if she comes up short, if you find any deficiencies at all in her behavior, appearance, performance, or anything that fails to meet your expectations; please don’t hesitate to inform us. We’ll make the necessary corrections before it’s time to send her home with you.” 

I didn’t respond. Or maybe I managed to mumble an affirmative. I’m not really sure. I couldn’t take my eyes off the door. My heart was thumping. I may have been sweating. I was that excited. 

Behind that door was my very own sex slave. My property. Today, after literal months of patiently waiting for her to be acquired, transported, and trained to readiness, it was finally time for me to see her in person for the first time. 

Ms Deeds was still talking. I had to force my attention back to her. 

“I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?” 

She gave me another fond smile. “I was just reminding you that a staff member will be right outside the door if you need her for anything.” 

I nodded. To Ms Deeds and in the general direction of the woman on my other side. 

“Last of all,” Ms Deeds raised her voice just enough to pull my full attention back to her. “Enjoy yourself, Mr. Caldwell-Voss. She’s yours. Her entire purpose in life is to serve and please you. Anything and everything you might want in that room will happen. You’re in complete control. So have fun.” 

Every word was music to my ears. I’d had my fun with sex slaves before. At clubs, brothels, and with my aunt’s personal property. This was different. The woman waiting for me behind that door was mine and mine alone. My very own plaything to enjoy as I pleased. 

Oh yes. I was definitely going to have fun. 

“Thank you,” was all I could say. 

She winked at me and opened the door. 

I stepped inside.

The door closed behind me. 

And there she was. 

My property was standing right there in the custom uniform I chose for her. A sleeveless red sweater top, see-through black gloves that went all the way up to her upper arms, a tight leather pencil skirt, dark stockings running down her legs, a pair of red-bottom Louboutin high heels, and I knew that beneath it all was a gorgeous set of black lingerie to go with the gloves and stockings. 

The woman herself was a cute, fit Chinese-American. She had a softly round face and dark brown eyes. The lipstick she wore was the same shade of red as the sweater top. Her silky black hair was noticeably longer than I’d seen in the catalog pictures. I’d asked the staff to let it grow out. It shined in the comfortably warm light of the room and had been styled so a soft curtain fell over one of her eyes. The taut muscles of a runner’s body were clear to see. She was a librarian before I bought her, but jogged as a hobby and kept herself in great shape. I think she might have been training for a marathon. 

She started at her first sight of me, her owner. I wondered how long she’d been standing there waiting for my arrival. All morning? An hour? Ten minutes? Long enough that she was surprised when the door opened and I stepped in. 

But she was quick to collect herself and fell into a respectful bow, her gloved hands folded neatly in front of her. She kept her eyes aimed at the carpet around my feet as it came to an end. 

“Hello Master,” she greeted. Her voice shook. It was somewhat deeper than I’d expected. 

“Hi there,” I wore the same excited grin I’d had all morning. She looked up for a split second, eyes wide, before she remembered herself and her eyes went back to the floor. 

I laughed. 

Stepping deeper into the room, I ripped my eyes away from my property for enough time to take stock of the place. It was the size of two rooms, really. My guess was that it originally had been two, but the wall was either torn down or naturally removable. The half my slave and I were standing in was a comfortably luxurious bedroom, complete with a classic four poster bed. There was a plush leather chair, an ottoman wide enough for a person or two to lay on, and a couch with cushions big enough to serve as a decent substitute for the bed. 

Beyond all that, in a space that was just as large as the bedroom area, was a bondage dungeon. There was a St. Andrews cross in the corner, a wooden horse close by, and a padded table and bondage bench on the other side. On the wall was an arsenal of leather, canes, paddles, crops, gags, rope, chains, hoods, and whatever else a deviously kinky mind could ask for. There were also trays of other, smaller toys all over the double-sized space. No matter where you stood, something fun was always in reach. 

With that done I refocused my attention on the woman I now owned. For several seconds I simply stood in front of her, looking her up and down, then I kept going. I circled my new toy like a shark in water, taking in the sight of her. 

And hot damn, what a sight! Everything from her firm and perky sweater puppies to the shape of her back, from the gentle slope of her sides into her hips to her fine and pert ass, was an absolute vision. When Ms Fortune first showed me the waiting list catalog of women who’d been scouted for enrollment I really thought I’d pick a curvier item. Someone softer than this, with at least D-cups and a butt to match. Then I took one look at this sexy, athletic librarian and knew instantly that I had to have her. Her tits and ass weren’t as ample as I usually preferred, sure, but they were perfectly formed and had just the right amount of pop from the rest of her tight body. And with the way the skirt and top I’d picked for her hugged her figure? Gorgeous. 

It was also easy to see her shivering in place. She was obviously terrified, and it was adorable. 

“Don’t be so nervous!” I swung my arm over her shoulders after the third or fourth time I circled her. At the same time I casually reached out with my other hand to get my first handful of one of her breasts. She sucked in an audible gasp at the abrupt motion, which got a chuckle out of me, but didn’t resist at all. I got a feel of her other breast with the hand I had over her shoulder. 

“Very nice. And they have you wearing lingerie under the uniform, right?” 

“Yes Master. All the time. Every day.” 

“Good. Now relax.” I started pulling her toward the couch. “You’re not going to make any trouble for me, are you?” 

“No!” she almost yelled the word. A second later, seeming to think better of herself, she spoke again in a more politely timid voice. “No, Sir.” 

“Then you have nothing to worry about.” We reached the couch and I brought her down to sit with me, hip to hip. “I’m not the type to punish you just for the fun of it.” 

“Thank you, Master.” 

My eyes left her face to explore her body some more, this time along with my hands. Her tits, her arms beneath the gloves, down her sides, over her skirt-covered lap. After so much time spent waiting I could barely believe I was finally touching her! Honestly, I was surprised I hadn’t pulled her to the bed the second I saw her. My cock was definitely hard enough for it. But for once I was happy to take my time. I wanted to savor this. 

“Tell me,” I said as I ran a hand down her stockinged calf. “Do they train you not to speak in complete sentences here?” 

I had enough time to come back up to her breasts before she found the nerve to answer me. 

“Um, no, Master. I, well, they teach us not to speak unless spoken to.” 

“That makes sense. I bet they gag anyone who talks too much.” 

“Yes, Sir. Often.” 

“Often?” I took hold of her chin and felt some actual resistance when I started to move it. But that only lasted for a second or two before she gave in and I could twist her head from side to side, up and down. I wasn’t inspecting or looking for anything, just seeing how she took it. 

“I’m surprised to hear that.” I let go of her chin. “Ms Deeds was just telling me how well behaved you are.” 

Hearing that made her flinch. “I’m… a lot of my classmates are gagged more often than I am. I don’t get punished for talking very much. But I still get gagged during certain classes, for general training, and… at night.” 

Ah, yes. On my orders she was bound, gagged, and blindfolded at bedtime. I’d seen pictures. They put her in a strict straitjacket, cuffed her at the ankles, covered her head with a hood, and fit her mouth with a harness panel gag. She slept like that every single night. It would make her more appreciative when she came home to join me in my bed if it was the first time she slept without heavy restraints since the start of her new life. 

“Of course,” I said, ignoring the accusatory tone of her words to breeze past that particular topic. I knew why she was restrained at night, and she didn’t need to know why. So there was nothing to talk about. 

“Your teachers tell me you’ve been making excellent progress.” 

“They do?” Her answer came instantly. It was the first time I heard her speak without her voice shaking. She even stared at me, the shock plain on her face. 

“Oh yes. Does that surprise you? I know I was surprised when they told me you didn’t need to be tied up for this visit.” 

“Yeah. They… they’re not exactly big on positive reinforcement here.” 

I let out another laugh before giving her a new order. “Stand up and bend over. I want a good look at your ass. 

There was some hesitation before she complied, no doubt what Ms Deed meant when she said my property wasn’t as eager as she should be. But she did comply, and before I knew it her skirt-covered rear end was right in front of my face. I took a moment to enjoy the sight before I reached out to touch it. 

“How long have you known I’d be visiting today?” I asked while getting a good, solid grasp. I was more than a little impressed with the results of her training so far and I wanted to know how prepared she was for my arrival. 

“Since…” She looked at a clock I hadn’t seen, on the wall above the door, “... a little more than an hour ago, Sir.” 

That brought me up short. I paused mid-grope. “Really?” 

“Y-yes, Master. Ms Deeds says that a… a good girl should always be ready for her owner. At any time. I’m supposed to be ready for you to arrive at any moment. I also knew from the women who have been here longer than me that visits happen. And one of my dorm mates saw her owner last week. But I didn’t know you were coming until Ms Deeds told me.” 

I was impressed. I assumed she’d be given at least a few days' warning. But it did make sense. I knew the staff generally only told the students what they absolutely needed to know. And judging by my toy’s very good, if not quite perfect, behavior so far, she didn’t truly need to know I was coming too far in advance. 

“Pull your skirt up,” I said. 

Once again there was a short moment of hesitation instead of immediate, unthinking obedience. And once the words sunk in she took her sweet time in rolling the skirt up. Now the only thing covering her rump was the pair of panties clinging to it. I thought about giving that nearly bare, sexy ass a little spanking for that. Instead I chose to assume she was surprised by the suddenness of the order and settled for another groping. Judging by the little jump she did, she thought I was going to spank her too. 

“Take it off. And the top. Leave the lingerie on and turn to face me.” 

I heard a deep breath before she started shimmying the skirt down her legs, careful to leave me a good view of her ass, framed so deliciously as it was by the panties and the garter straps keeping her stockings nice and taught. When the skirt was a pool of leather around her shoes, she began pulling her top off and over her head while twisting around. I got a great view of her breasts as they came free of the sleeveless sweater. She shook her head and hair free of the top and let it drop beside her. 

“Very nice,” was all I said for a long moment. The lingerie set was all black. I loved the way it framed and compacted her entire body. And I was right about the gloves matching and complementing the set better than the uniform’s outer layer. Then there was the bare skin. I’d considered making a bustier or underbust corset part of the uniform, but seeing her bare abs told me I’d been right not to. Just as I’d been right to ask the staff to maintain the good shape she’d kept herself in before I bought her. 

“After all the time I spent waiting for this day, I really thought you’d come up short in some way. I couldn’t believe that no one picked you out of the catalog before I did. I thought there had to be something I was missing. But so far you’ve lived up to every expectation.” I looked up at her face. She met my gaze with a quivering expression for half a second before remembering herself and looking down. 

“Thank you, Master.” Her voice was quiet. I could see a slight red tint start to color her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? Pleased by the praise? Ashamed? I suppose I could have asked, but it didn’t seem particularly important at the time. 

“You’re very welcome. And what about me? Am I what you expected?” Before she was collected I was asked if I wanted her to be shown pictures of my face and informed about who I was. I said no, mostly on a whim. Today was the first time she’d ever seen me. 

“You’re… younger than I thought you’d be.” 

I laughed. That was fair enough. I was closing in on thirty, but I bet she spent the last several months assuming I’d be old enough to be her father or grandfather. She was twenty-three, I think. Give or take a year. She may have had a birthday since the Academy collected her for me. 

“Walk to the end of the room and back,” I pointed to the padded bondage bench and the door. “Pretend you’re a model on a runway. Keep walking until I tell you to stop.” 

She was caught off guard and stared. But she figured it out before my patience ran out, and I watched her do as I instructed. She walked, hips saying, one foot in front of the other, a little pose when it was time to turn around and walk the other direction. 

The Bellemisère scouts hadn’t taken long to discover that my slave hated wearing high heels when they were assessing her for enrollment. One report claimed that the number of times she had ever worn them voluntarily in her previous life could be counted on the fingers of one hand. 

I, however, loved seeing a woman wearing high heels, and I had been very clear to the staff that any slave I owned would be wearing them frequently. I believe my exact words were to “keep her heels at least three inches off the ground at all times.” Or did I say four inches? I can’t remember. I was pretty sure the red-bottom heels she was marching in right then were four inches, but I’m not the best at telling that from a glance. 

I watched my property strut back and forth across the double-length room. It was clear that, while her form wasn’t perfect, she had received plenty of the training I asked for. She was slower than I’d like her to be, almost stumbled more than once, and the carpeted floors meant the heels couldn’t make that amazing clicking sound I loved so much. But she definitely wasn’t the novice in heels that was described in the scouting reports, and that was the important part. The staff knew what they were doing, and she would improve with time. That’s what I was paying them for. 

I had her keep at it for somewhere between five and ten minutes. In the meantime I migrated over from the couch to the plush leather chair, where I made myself comfortable and checked out the toys available to me on the tray beside my seat. 

“That’s enough,” I called out when I picked out a few items to use. “Come back here, kneel down in front of me. And take the bra off.” 

I kept my eyes on her chest, enjoying the way her tits spilled free when the bra came loose. She tried not to grimace as she went down to her knees, folding her hands neatly in her lap, and avoided looking at the visible bulge in my pants. 

“Put these on,” I held out a pair of alligator clamps and two small but deceptively hefty weights that would hang off them. 

She hesitated once again, maybe for the longest time so far. But also once again, she obeyed before I had enough time to get annoyed. She took the toothy clamps and attached them to her stiff nipples with no more than a couple of whimpers. Then some real grimacing when I gave her the weights to add. It was when I handed her some tape to ensure the clamps wouldn’t be dislodged that her poker face truly broke for the first time. She stared at me with wide, pleading eyes while I grinned back. She got the message, and carefully taped the clamps in place in classic x-patterns. The weights dangled beneath them. 

“Good girl. Ms Deeds was right, you are well behaved.” 

“Th-thank you, Master.” 

“You can stick to ‘Sir’ after greeting me,” I told her. I’d been on the fence about this for a while. I used to get annoyed when I heard a slave call me sir instead of master. Now, after hearing my slave use both, I was finding that I might prefer the simplicity of sir. Maybe it was because I always hated the unwieldiness of saying my own hyphenated last name. “Keep using only Master when talking to others.” 

“Yes Sir. I understand.” 

“I’m glad to hear it.” I held up the next toy I’d chosen. “Now put this in your mouth. Show me what you’ve learned here.” 

My slave gingerly took the bright purple dildo from me. She kept her focus squarely on it instead of me as she took it in her mouth and began to suck. I can’t tell you how long I watched her demonstrate her technique on that piece of molded silicone. It was probably just a few minutes, but it could have been longer. And in that time she did a lot more with it than I expected. At first she kept her mouth exclusively at the tip, the gentle sucking sounds growing steadily more loud until she slowly began bobbing her head about half way down and up the shaft. Next she switched to licking, pulling the thing out without losing contact with her tongue before going down the sides with it. She kissed at the base, sucked at it all over, then abruptly shoved it back in her mouth, far deeper into her throat than before. 

Her classes were paying off. She definitely knew what she was doing. 

Through it all, my own flesh and blood cock was throbbing. I had somehow managed to avoid touching it the entire time I’d been in the room. It was a feat of patience I honestly hadn’t known I was capable of. 

“That’s enough,” I eventually said. She paused with half the dildo in her mouth. It was good and wet with her saliva when she pulled it free. That suited my next order. “Now stuff yourself with it.” 

She looked at it for a second, then looked at me and asked, “in my pussy or my ass?” 

The question caught me by surprise. I blinked. Not just because I hadn’t expected it. It was the blunt, matter-of-fact way she asked that caught me off guard. “Pussy,” I said after a moment. I’ve never been big on anal play. 

She nodded, looking more than a little relieved as she lowered the dildo to her legs and pulled the front of her panties down far enough to obey me. And she didn’t just shove it in, she raised herself up enough to put herself down on top of it. She pulled the panties back up when it was in. 

While she was doing that, I was taking off my belt, unbuttoning my pants, and pulling my extremely erect cock free. 

“Now let’s do it for real,” I said. 

Another nod. The weights hanging from her taped, clamped nipples danced as she crawled sensually forward, up my legs, onto the chair, and onto me. 

There are few things I love more than the sight of a sexy woman’s head between my legs, bobbing up and down my shaft. I love that sight as much as I love the feel of it. 

But I have to say, when I actually own the head in question? When the sexy woman working my cock is mine? 

It’s a million times better.

X 

I put her through more of her paces when she was done and cleaned her face. Had her put a nice fat red ball gag into her mouth, then cuff her hands behind her back. I didn’t have to do much of anything myself. She obeyed every order I gave her, and cycled through distress and that poker face more than once. 

I had her bend over that padded bench and hold still while I spanked, paddled, and flogged her ass. Not too hard, and not really to punish her. Just to see what she could take. Her ass was bright red when I was done. She’d held still through it all, though she hadn’t been able to keep quiet. Especially not when I flipped her around and flogged her taut belly for a bit. 

At some point I realized the dildo in her pussy had a vibration function, so I turned that on and off as it pleased me. I even told her she could choose between pulling the clamps off her tits and getting an orgasm with the dildo. The way her eyes popped wide and she froze with indecision was cute.

I took the gag out so she could make the choice. It took her a couple of minutes, during which I got another good few handfuls of her body. She was on my lap on the bench, and I was enjoying the feel of her stockings on her legs. 

Eventually, she chose to be free from the clamps. 

“Are you sure? I know they don’t let you climax too often here.” 

“If they’re still on when you’re finished with me, they’ll probably keep them on for the rest of the day. At least.” 

Fair enough. 

After that I took her to the four poster bed. My cock was throbbing again. I pulled the dildo out of her, the panties off her, and had her remove the garter belt and straps so all she was wearing were the silky smooth stockings and gloves. Beyond that there wasn’t much kink in that bed, just straightforward sex with my sex slave. 

It was a blast. 

I laid there when I was done, basking in my good mood. I wasn’t kidding before when I told her that I’d expected some level of disappointment. But she truly had lived up to my expectations. Oh sure, she still had a ways to go and plenty of room for improvement. She kept hesitating, and that blank poker face needed to go at some point. But this was only the first meeting of her first semester. I trusted the Bellemisère staff to do their work. 

My property was laying her head on my chest and nestled up against my side. Her gloved arms were draped across my body, and her stocking-covered legs were entwined with mine. She rubbed the material against my skin. The sensation was lovely. 

I was considering flipping over and ordering her to give me a massage to loosen up my shoulders a bit, massage therapy being one of the extra classes I’d signed her up for, when she spoke up. 

“Mas-uh, Sir? May I ask you a question?” 

“Sure.” 

“When can I go home?” 

I blinked. Ms Deed’s words about the troublesome students biding their time came to mind. 

“You’ll come home with me at the end of the semester.” 

“N-no, I meant–” 

“I know what you meant. What did you think I was going to say?” 

“I just–look, I get it, okay? I’m yours. I’m a… your slave and you o-own me. I understand that. I’ll be a good girl for you, Master. Sir. I swear to God that I’ll behave and be obedient and do everything you tell me to and I’ll never make trouble or try to run away or anything.  

“But eventually you’ll–you might get bored of me. I know it happens. I have classmates who are on their second or third owners. And I know that some staff members used to be students… All I’m asking is that when, or if, you ever get bored of me… years from now… can you please just send me home? I’ll keep my mouth shut, I promise. I won’t say anything. Just… please.” 

She’d drawn herself up as the words tumbled out of her. No longer laying against me, my property was on all fours, her arms on either side of me, one of my legs between both of hers. She was looking directly at me, face right above mine and loose hair brushing against my skin, begging me just as strongly with her eyes as she had with her words. I stared back with a poker face of my own. 

I took a moment to think over my response. I had to pick just the right way to squash this. She really had bided her time. It probably would have been smarter for her to wait until I brought her home to try it. But she was probably off balance and panicking, like Ms Deeds said. Desperate. 

“What do you think your teachers will do when they find out you brought this up?” 

She reeled back as if I’d slapped her, eyes wide and horrified. “Oh God no… please don’t tell them! I won’t bring it up again!” 

I chuckled. “I’ll tell you what, slave. You give me a nice massage, get rid of this kink in my neck, and I won’t repeat what you said.” 

Wet eyes fell to her knees. She took a long moment to say anything. Then she nodded. “Yes Sir.” 

Her bare hands were working magic on my sore muscles a minute later. And as she worked I heard her whisper something, quietly enough that I bet she didn’t think I could hear between my satisfied groans. 

“My name is Naomi.” 

“What was that?” 

She shook herself, redoubled her efforts. This time when she spoke her voice was still low, but much more audible. 

“Nothing, Sir.” 

X 

The visit came to an end soon after that. I could pay to push the time limit a bit farther back if I wanted. It didn’t cost that much and was more of a formality than anything else. But I had somewhere to be soon and I’d had my fun for now. I’d be able to visit a few more times before I took her home and I could let the anticipation build before I saw my property again. 

I enjoyed watching her re-dress herself in her uniform, then enjoyed her helping put my own clothes back on me, before there was a knock at the door. 

Ms Deeds was waiting on the other side, flanked by a pair of nameless staff members. The tall and lean blonde who’d been with us before and a stocky Asian woman with her hair in a bun. 

“How was your visit, sir?” Ms Deeds asked with a smile.

“It was amazing. Everything I hoped it would be.” My property was up against my side, my arm wrapped around her hip. For her part, the sex slave kept her hands folded in front of her again and averted her gaze to the floor like she’d been taught to. I had to admit that I was a little reluctant to physically let go of her. And she seemed to feel the same way, judging by how she pressed a little deeper into my side when Ms. Deeds appeared before us. My slave was clearly more afraid of her tutor than she was of me. 

“That’s what we like to hear, sir. Is there anything we need to be aware of? Anything we need to correct or work on?” 

“For the most part, I’d say there’s no issues you didn’t already know and tell me about when I came in. She kept hesitating, never for too long but too often to ignore, she needs more practice on the heels, that sort of thing. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” 

“For the most part?” Ms Deeds raised one questioning eyebrow and shot a calm, yet dangerous look at my property. I felt my property tense up against me. 

“Well, there was one pretty big hiccup she needs to tell you about.” 

As one, in a motion so smooth you’d think we rehearsed it, Ms Deeds and I turned to look at my slave. She was no longer looking to the floor, but swiveling her confused and terrified gaze between me and her teacher. I felt her try to take a step backwards, probably out of reflex, but I held her in place. 

“Master I… I don’t understand.” 

I smiled at her. “I said I wouldn’t repeat what you said to me, and I won’t. But it’s obviously something your teachers need to hear about. They know what’s best for you and your education. Don’t you, Ms Deeds?” 

Ms Deeds was giving her student a very stern glare. “Oh, yes. We most certainly do.” 

My slave looked at me one more time, her eyes filled with anger and accusation. But she knew the score. She could either bite the bullet, fess up, and take the punishment she deserved; or she could try to keep quiet until they beat it out of her and then get the punishment she deserved anyway. 

In the end she took a deep breath and turned to Ms. Deeds, keeping her eyes on her tutor’s feet as she spoke in a dull voice. 

“I asked my Master if he would send me home when he gets tired of me instead of selling me or sending me back here.” 

“I see,” Ms Deeds said after a moment. Her voice was cold enough to cause frostbite. “That absolutely warrants several detentions, for starters. Before that, however, do you have anything to say to your Master before he leaves us?” 

She was demanding an apology, like my poor kidnapped sex slave was a real schoolgirl. My property turned back in my direction one more time, eyes aimed at my chest. Her mouth opened, and I could see and hear the start of the words ‘I’m sorry,’ before she stopped short. 

Instead of the apology Ms Deeds expected from her, her chin tilted up. She looked me dead in the eyes with raw hate in hers and said something else. 

“Go to Hell, you son of a bitch.” 

The staffers were on her in an instant, grabbing her by the arms and dragging her away before I could even process her words. When I did, I found myself chuckling. I watched as they dragged my slave down the hallway and around the corner. She resisted a bit, but seemed more focused on holding her head up high. 

“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Caldwell-Voss,” Ms Deeds said to me when we were alone. “I can assure you that she hasn’t acted out like this before.” 

“It’s fine. I’ve seen the end result of a Bellemisère education. I know you’ll get it out of her system before I take her home. Besides, she really was doing well for most of the visit.” 

“We appreciate your confidence in our methods, sir. We won’t disappoint you. Would you like to take part in her punishment?” 

“Nah, I have to meet someone soon. Oh, but before I forget, she also told me what her name used to be. And she got a little uppity about her sleeping arrangements. She didn’t actually complain, but I could tell she wanted to.” 

“Did she? Thank you for telling me. I’ll be sure to add those to her list of infractions when I personally attend to her. But for now, if you’ll follow me, I can show you out.” 

“Thanks. And if you don’t mind telling me, how are you going to punish her? I’m curious” 

She smiled a wide, sadistic smile. 

“I’m so glad you asked.”