The School of Hard Knocks-Part 1
The glacial blonde, Miss Blake admired her outfit as she prepared for today’s class. The gleaming black latex catsuit, leather thigh boots and her body harness looked suitably austere. She turned and left her study and strode down the stairs to the classroom.
The students were assembled for reassignment, a subject that the Slave Institute excelled in. Unfortunately, this coterie was made up of would-be dominants who had failed their initial training.
It was a reality of the Institute’s success that the standard was always going to be high. In recent years, the failure rates had begun to increase and her work was often the most unpopular part of the whole organisation.
Her boot heels thundered on the floor as she entered the sparse room. Three large steel frames stood near the back wall. Standing near each frame was a slave. The heavy leather straitjackets kept them well secured, along with the leather gimp hood, matching thick dog collar and pouch covering their genitalia. She stopped and turned on her heel as she regarded her students.
There were at least a dozen girls kneeling down, wearing simple black pvc rain capes. Despite their apparent failure in Domina training, they were permitted to don the shiny cloaks in the cold room.
The chamber held an array of other restraints, with racks holding a variety of canes, paddles and bull whips. Other instruments of torture were stored in separate compartments. Miss Blake selected the chestnut brown bullwhip from the collection and the tip trailed across the floor as she addressed the girls…..
“Welcome to my class. I’m sure the reason for your attendance here has been explained to you. I am Miss Blake and I will be your Mistress until you leave this place.”
The girls looked terrified as Miss Blake wandered closer to them, her eyes narrowing like a lioness as she scanned the congregation. Her gaze fell on the student to the far right. She was a pretty brunette, with shorter hair and large, kind eyes. Miss Blake almost sneered as she pointed the whip toward the girl…..
“I don’t even need to ask why you failed, child. A face of such sweetness will not command anything, or intimidate anyone. What is your name?”
The girl stammered her response….
“R-Rebecca, Madam Blake.”
Miss Blake stared a hole through Rebecca as she beckoned the girl toward her.
“I’m not a Madam. I am a Miss. There is a difference in those titles. A Madam gets to enjoy the fruit of their labour. Hand picked slaves and lives of luxury. I work for my living, girl. I do not get handed anything. For that, I’m proud of my title.”
Rebecca stuttered an apology as Miss Blake circled her, like a shark swimming around a stricken seal. The lady’s focus then shifted as she slowly and deliberately approached one of the bound slaves. Her gloved hand roughly grabbed at the pouch and the hooded figure grunted sharply. Miss Blake delivered a vicious rabbit punch to the kidneys before a humiliating gob of spit was launched at the hooded face.
“No fucking sound, pig. You’re not permitted to do anything apart from stand here and be a sack of rancid meat.”
Miss Blake’s eyes flashed with malice as she grabbed the collar of the slave and began to unbuckle it, before fixing it back on even tighter. The slave made a choking sound, but tried to stay quiet, lest another blow came his way. Hanging from the D ring on the collar was a small key and Miss Blake released it. She reached down to the leather pouch and unzipped the front panel away, exposing the solid steel chastity cage underneath.
She turned to Rebecca and ordered her to come over. The Miss deftly unlocked the cage, and the slave’s cock was now hanging down. Rebecca felt Miss Blake grip her shoulders and force her down to her knees, face close to the phallus……
“It is my unpleasant duty to take the failures of your work and turn them into something useful. The Slave Institute provides submissives of all types, to all interested parties. If you cannot dominate, then you must serve. If you cannot serve…then we have a problem. That goes for all of you in this class.”
Miss Blake took the slave’s cock in her gloved hand and started to slowly jerk it off. Unsurprisingly, the grubby instrument began to harden as the expert touch of the Miss felt so good. Rebecca watched on, knowing full well that she would be expected to take over. Miss Blake stopped caressing the slave and pushed Rebecca’s head toward the cock.
“Take it, child. Show me what you can do.”
Rebecca’s eyes welled up as she opened her mouth and took the warm, pulsing head. She had some experience, but nothing of any note. She gagged as she tried to go deep. The admonition from Miss Blake stopped her…..
“This worm doesn’t need any pleasure. Work the tip and the shaft. Don’t attempt anything else. Skilled Dominants and submissives often have to master the same set of attributes. A Domina sucking cock is a vital part of tease and denial. Another layer of power over these basest of creatures.”
Rebecca began to lick and kiss the shaft of the slave’s cock, her lips sliding up and down. She used her hands to fondle the shaved ball sack and tease the base of the penis. The slave was desperate to cum, but knew he would be flayed to within an inch of his life if he dared. Muzzled, choked groans were barely suppressed as Miss Blake stepped in and pulled Rebecca away.
“I have seen much worse. Your technique and instincts are reasonably good. Let’s see how some of your colleagues fare with the other two worthless cunts.”
The afternoon drew on, with the class teasing and denying the hooded wretches in their bondage. Miss Blake seemed satisfied at the progress, perhaps some of these girls may yet prosper. She observed Rebecca closely. The innocent, pretty face belied some form of latent cruelty, especially when one of the slaves actually had the temerity to cum without permission. Rebecca snatched up a thin birch cane and viciously cracked it across the upper thigh of the offending piggy, she turned to Miss Blake, suddenly unsure that she overstepped her bounds.
Miss Blake nodded in approval as Rebecca then struck again, this time to the slave’s other leg. Clearly the girl knew that softest flesh would sting greatly. The lessons would be learned but for now, the girls returned to their dorm. Miss Blake, however would be taking a more direct approach to young Rebecca’s training.
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